Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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(5) Tropical Heat

The sharp point of the knife pressed to her chin. Sayali froze, her eyes wide with fear. The man's face was very close to hers, his breath hot on her face. The knife point slipped lower, to her throat. Sayali went cold. The man's eyes bored into hers, and she seemed to see a glint of excitement deep within. The knife slid sideways and flicked the *pallu* of her *sari* off her left shoulder. Her blouse was tight, cut high and short, its neck wide and low, deeply scooped: her breasts bulged in its confines, squeezed together in an enticing cleavage. The lower hem ran hard under her breasts, which jutted out like succulent fruit. Her long *mangalsutra* dangled around her neck, the twin strands nestling between her breasts, the amulet on her belly.

The man dragged the point of the knife down her cleavage to the neck of her blouse. He paused. Sayali tensed. He increased the pressure. The knife sliced through her tight blouse. It fell open. Sayali was naked under it. The man's eyes glittered at the sight of her naked breasts. Gently, he used the point of the knife to lift the blouse off her breasts, moved it gently over her nipples and breasts. Despite the danger of her situation, Sayali felt a frisson of lust and her nipples blossomed in excitement. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes in tension.

For a few seconds, the man toyed with her breasts, running the knife tenderly around her aureoles and nipples, through her cleavage. He was obviously very expert; he did not nick her even once. Sayali grew hot with lust and her nipples throbbed in excitement. The man moved closer and she gasped softly as she felt his tongue and lips at her ear, the knife sliding down her belly. He paused and then, with a deft flick, cut through her *sari* and petticoat. She wore no panties and when the clothes rustled to her feet, she was completely naked. The knife slipped to her crotch. Sayali froze as she felt the cold blade at her cunt-lips.

Then there was a soft click and the pressure of the knife vanished. He cupped her breasts in both hands and swirled his tongue through her earlobe, pressing his crotch to hers. Sayali felt a wave of relief crash over her. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck. "So that's it," the man chuckled softly. "You're chasing black cock-meat."

Sayali opened her eyes and looked at him. He was devilishly sexy. He was wearing a sleeveless vest and tight jeans. She slid her hands up his incredibly muscular torso, caressing its magnificent contours. "Yes," she whispered. "That's what I want. Ever since I saw you at the market last week, that's what I've wanted."

"What's your name?"

"Sayali."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. What do they call you?"

He grinned, his dark eyes twinkling. "Hamid."

Sayali smiled. "Hi, Hamid."

She slid her hands under his vest, rucking it up under his arms, and bent forward to lick his nipple. His hand slid down her belly to her crotch. His fingers came away wet. He moved them to her face and she kissed and licked them sensuously, tasting her cunt-juice. Her fingers slipped to his jeans and she unclasped them, unzipped his fly and slid one hand into his crotch. Her fingers closed around the enormity of his penis.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh god yes, I want your cock, Hamid ... c'mon, Hamid ... fuck me ... please ... I want you to fuck me ..."

Groaning deliriously, Sayali slid to her knees before Hamid and buried her face in his crotch. For the next three hours, Sayali was fucked and fucked and fucked, relentlessly and repeatedly. He fucked her in every orifice, in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, and then he started all over. He was untiring, and alternated at will between a violent, demanding rhythm, plunging greedily into her flesh, ramming and reaming into her so that her slender, lissom body tossed and jerked and thrashed uncontrollably under his, to a gentle, rocking, sawing motion that made her dizzy with pleasure. She came repeatedly and each orgasm left her thirsting for another. Hamid came again and again in copious floods, astonishing her with his powers of recovery and stamina.

Finally sated, they lay in his bed on sheets damp with sweat and sex. She was on her side and he lay behind her, like two saucers drying in dish-rack. He pressed his cock to her buttocks and she murmured softly and squirmed her ass against his crotch, stretching a hand to his groin. He cupped her breast, twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the cold metal over her nipple. Sayali shuddered in excitement as her nipple popped erect.

"You're one hot cunt," he murmured, nuzzling the nape of her nape, tonguing her ear.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You're quite a stud yourself."

"I know. You're married, aren't you?"

"Yes. A few months ago."

"Are you unhappy in your marriage?"

"On the contrary. It's wonderful."

"Then ... why ..."

"I know. It's a bit confusing, and it's a long story."

"We have time."

"Not enough. And I want to know about you."

"That's a long story, too."

"I insist."

"Ladies first."

"Exactly. So my demand is answered first."

Hamid laughed and cupped her breasts. His penis had hardened again and she moaned softly as he pressed it to her buttocks.

"C'mon bitch ... on your front ... I want to fuck you again."

Sayali smiled over her shoulder as she turned on her front, lifting her buttocks to him, offering him her anus without hesitation.

"Want my ass instead?"

For a moment, the Nigerian hesitated, tempted by the sight of her winking anus as she shuffled her knees apart and, reached back, spread her buttocks open for his pleasure.

"You really like butt-fucking me, don't you?" she said.

"Yeh. You've a nice, hot, tight ass and it doesn't hurt you."

"Mm. I like being butt-fucked. And I like that in a guy ..."

"What?"

"When he cares whether I'm hurting or not."

"I always care about my women. Fucking them is what I live for."

"Lucky us."

He laughed. "Come on, bitch ... in your cunt now ... I'll fuck your ass later."

Sayali murmured in assent and released her buttocks. Reaching between her legs, leaning on one forearm, she parted her cunt-lips with her first two fingers forming a wide V. Her Nigerian lover pressed his cock-head to her cunt-lips.

"Slowly ... push it in slowly, lover ... let me feel it go in all the way ... OHHH yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhhhh yes baby yes! That's it ohhh that's so good ... do it Hamid ... fuck me! Fuck my slit, baby ... fuck me!"

Kneeling behind her, holding her hips with one hand and his shaft with the other, Hamid squeezed his cock-head into her cunt. He groaned as her cunt convulsed and contracted powerfully on his penis. He flexed his buttocks and slid his hips slowly forward, savouring the exquisite heat and wetness and tension of her cunt. His cock rasped between her fingers and plowed into her flesh. Sayali moaned thickly, her head bowed, her breasts hot, swollen and pendulous, as the enormous cock tunelled deeper and deeper into her belly. In and in it went, enormous, hot, hard, throbbing its desire. Sayali groaned and swirled her hips erotically, grinding and writhing them against his. When his balls pressed against her cunt-lips, she squeezed them eagerly, moaning her pleasure. Hamid groaned, his penis throbbing in her clonic cunt and, his buttocks flexed taut, ground his hips in tight, circular motions. His penis churned her cunt-flesh, mashing her swollen clitoris. Sayali shuddered in pleasure and her head arched, her face suffused with pleasure.

"Now," she groaned. "Fuck me slowly Hamid ... fuck me slowly."

Holding her hips, gasping and panting softly, the muscular Nigerian began to fuck her with slow, grinding thrusts. Sayali gasped and moaned thickly, jerking and rocking on her forearms and knees under him. Her breasts and long *mangalsutra* swung back and forth as they moved. The man moved steadily and unhurriedly, pushing his cock in and out of her cunt, squeezing it in as far as he could. Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped and squeezed her hot, heavy breasts. Sayali writhed in pleasure against him.

Fucking her for the umpteenth time that afternoon, Hamid told her about his brush with the law. The fact that he was a criminal, wanted and on the lam only excited her further. She begged him for the details.

"She was seventeen and randy as hell," he told her. "I used to go to her house to take tuitions from her old man. He was the dean of the college and my English was not very good. He was often late coming from college and there was nobody else at home. His wife -- her mother -- had died, and her brother is abroad, and the servants are only part-time. She was fucking good-looking -- not as pretty as you, but pretty anyway and real sexy. Had this fire in her cunt. The first time, she just looked at me in this hungry way she had. The same the next time, and the time after that. Then we got talking and she began to sit down and chat while we waited for her dad. Easy bitch ... take it easy ... yeh ... slow down, whore ... yeh ... ohhh fuck yes ..."

"Do it, Hamid ... fuck me ... what happened then?"

"Yeah. Fuck, your cunt is hot, babe ..."

"Just ... just don't stop baby ... just keep fucking me ohhh yes ... shove it in slowly lover ... ahhhhh yes ... ohmayes ohhh god yes!"

"Yeh ... so one day, I was waiting as usual and she called me into her room, and I went in and she was stark naked and frigging on her bed, using a cucumber or something. No way I could refuse and I fucked her like crazy, ramming and reaming into her cunt and making her scream and cry out like a mad woman. She wanted more and more and more. After that, I got to her place earlier and earlier and we fucked and fucked like mad."

"And then?"

"We hadn't fucked like for a week or something and both of us were on the boil and we got going within seconds, right there at the dining table. She stood on the floor and I fucked her from behind and I was fucking her real nice and hard like she liked to be fucked when the old man came in -- just my luck he got out early that day."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah. Real shit. He hit the ceiling and I got the hell out of there while he was calling the cops. I fucking had nowhere to go and I was scared shitless, so they caught me within an hour. Chucked me in jail and fucking beat me for two days. Then up before some asshole judge who wanted some crazy money for bail and I was in for good."

"How did you get out?"

"These cops are dumb. Coming out of the court, just one pandu on my wrist and he had to take a leak. *He* had to piss, can you beat it? So he unlocked my handcuffs and I was out of there before he could touch his prick."

Sayali giggled. "How did you get here?"

"I just ran. Fucking ran like mad, and in the most crowded areas where no one notices and walked and walked and then came here."

"It was empty?"

"Yeah. Absolutely empty. I just grabbed this place. Haven't been out since, except to buy food. Haven't had a cunt to fuck either. Was going half-mad till I saw you."

"You saw me?"

"Yeah. First day. Got real scared. Waited. Two days later, saw you frigging and figured this wasn't cop work."

Sayali laughed softly. "Nothing of the kind."

"Yeah. That's good."

"Mm. Now c'mon Hamid ... take me ... hard now ... fuck me hard ... ohhhhh fuck yes! OHHHH yes ... ram it in baby oh Hamid-Hamid-Hamid-Hamid yes Ohh god yes!"

It was late evening when she finally tore herself away from him. Over the next two weeks, Sayali arranged her secret finances, her earnings from Hedon & Venery and quietly bought the adjacent flat in the name of a cut-out. A week later, and it was painted and furnished and ready. Hamid kept out of sight while the work was going on. Sayali visited the flat a couple of times to supervise. Once, ogling the gang of three painters, lean and muscular youths, she indulged herself and had them fuck her on the wooden floor, between the high ladders and cans of paint. They fucked her hungrily and repeatedly and, finally, at her insistence, all together, in her cunt and mouth and ass. Later that evening, when Hamid and she inspected the flat, she told him about it with a twinkle in her eye and, laughing, he grabbed her, bent her over on of the ladders, lifted her *sari* and, moistening his fingers with his spittle and lubricating her anus, sodomised her thoroughly. Sayali loved every minute of it.