Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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(5) Tropical Heat

His tongue whipped her nipple rapidly and then his teeth scbangd along the sharp point. Sayali moaned, writhing in pleasure on his lap. Her knees spread outward and she pressed her toes to the floor and began to move on his cock, rocking up and down, her hands on his chest. Her breasts rubbed on his hard chest and her cunt slid up and down the length of his thick shaft.

"More!" he gasped. "Faster!"

Groaning, she obeyed, her legs bending and straightening, her back arched, her breasts thrust out, her hips grinding and spiralling downward on his cock. He squeezed her breasts, sucked them again, held her hips and moved her up and down. Her long *mangalsutra* danced between their bodies. Her belly sucked inwards and she hissed in pleasure, moving and writhing faster and faster.

"C'mon whore c'mon c'mon *c'mon*!" he cried.

"Ohh yes! Ohhh fuck yes! Yes! Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhhh Ohhh uhh OH OH OH OH OHH uhhh OHHHH!" Sayali panted.

She stopped before the orgasm hit her and eased herself off his cock, panting and gasping. Turning around, she straddled his lap again, her back to him this time. Reaching between her legs and into his groin, she took his cock and moved it to her cunt. With a shuddering moan, she sank her cunt on his hardness. Hamid grunted, leaning back slightly to give her greater access, watching transfixed as her cunt swallowed his swollen penis deeply. Her cunt contracted and squeezed his cock. He grabbed her hips and swung her body around on his cock. She groaned, arching her head, her hands on her breasts and moved with him. Gasping and panting, she began to rock up and down on his penis. Her belly sucked inward and she hissed in pleasure as he crushed her breasts in his hands. Her hand lay flat on her belly, spreading her cunt-lips wide open for his cock. Reaching down, she cupped and squeezed his balls, moaning obscene encouragement he scarcely needed.

"Ohhh yes!" she gasped. "Ohh god yes! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me hard!"

Leaning back against him, she looped a slender arm over his head and pulled his mouth to hers. He squeezed her breasts with one hand and kissed her, tongued her ear. His other hand circled her flat belly and he flicked her clitoris with his fingertip. She gasped, arching, writhing and now the fire was uncontainable and she exploded, her cunt spasming frantically on his cock. It was too much for him to bear and he jerked her up and down on his cock rapidly, her breasts bouncing, her *mangalsutra* tossing and slapping on her flesh and then he, too, lost control. Pulling her cunt down deep onto his cock he groaned and exploded, making her gasp as his hot jizz seared into her cunt.

Later, they carried the sandwiches and tea to the bedroom and ate in bed, watching the latest Hedon & Venery pornographic epic. It featured some stunning women and incredibly well-endowed men. Like all Hedon & Venery films, it was extremely slick with high production values. The detail was awesome, the camerawork fluid and sensual, the music an erotic throb. They grew excited watching and Hamid rolled Sayali onto her side and fucked her from behind. She moaned as his huge cock passed between her buttocks and up into her cunt. Then he began to fuck her greedily, hammering his hips at her buttocks, holding her hip and shoulder and jigging and jerking her rapidly up and down on his cock. Her face contorted with excitement and her breasts jiggled and bounced as he pummelled her buttocks with his hips. She came violently and he gasped at the frantic convulsions of her cunt.

Slowly, he slid out of her and turned her on her front. Pressing his cock-head to her anus, he lifted her buttocks high, kneeling across her hips. Sayali moaned, her shoulders and face on the bed, her back arched, her hips and anus raised to his pleasure.

"I love fucking a broad's ass," he grunted softly, his tongue in her ear.

"And very well you do it, too. Slowly now ... Ohunhhh oh HamiIIIIIIID unhhh OHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes ohhh ... oh god yes ... OHHHh yes baby yes! C'mon ... deeper Hamid ... shove it in all the way ... do it baby yes!"

Kneeling over her hips, his knees deeply bent, the Nigerian flexed his buttocks slowly and squeezed his enormous cock into Sayali's anus. Her face contorted in a rictus of lust as the searing heat of his cock burned her rear channel. In and in it went, delving and squeezing deep into her asshole, which convulsed and contracted frantically. Hamid groaned softly, his handsome head arched, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he buried himself in her anus. Her breath was ragged, staccato and sharp and her buttocks writhed and swayed erotically against his.

"C'mon fuck me! Fuck my ass, Hamid! Do it! Ohhhhhhhhh yes!" she cried as her handsome Nigerian sex-slave sodomised her heavily.

Two weeks later, Sayali got the chance to speak with Jayant. They were at his penthouse by the huge swimming pool. All around them, there were men and women chatting, laughing, eating, drinking, but mostly fucking.

On the lawn, Sayali saw three men fucking a lovely young seventeen year old simultaneously in her cunt and ass and mouth. Her slender, curved body thrashed and writhed between theirs. The men were all servants. Across the pool, Jayant's wife, Mala was being fucked heavily by a handsome peon. Elsewhere, her sister, Bhavana and cousin Shilpa were being fucked furiously by a gang of six men.

"Having fun?" Jayant murmured gently.

Sayali looked down at him as he sprawled on the deck-chair, his enormous cock embedded in her cunt and smiled sensuously. He was the sexiest, most handsome and proficient lover she had ever known.

"Yes. Thank you for asking me."

"You're welcome. You're exceptionally good."

Sayali smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts hot in his hands. Her hips swirled deftly on his cock as she tongued his ear lasciviously.

"Jayant," she said. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Mm. Ask."

Sayali told him her secret. Jayant listened, as he always did, in complete silence. When she had finished, he laughed silently, his body shaking. She looked at him curiously.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he chuckled. "It's no secret, you know. I've known about this for a long time, almost since it began."

"What?"

"Yes. I'm very careful about my staff. It wouldn't take much to blow the whole thing out of the water, it's so fragile. So we've had you followed and the flat is bugged and taped. I've got a whole month's worth of great footage of you and Hamid."

Sayali stared at him and then began to laugh. Jayant grinned and squeezed her breasts, his hands sliding down her body. She shivered as he rocked up and down beneath her, and gasped softly.

"So now you want me to get him off the hook?"

"Can you?"

"Anything's possible," he shrugged. "I can't give you any promises. I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you," she said, kissing him, knowing that now he would stop at nothing to keep his word. "Thank you."

He asked her to stay when everyone else had gone and took her to bed in his bedroom, where his wife was already fucking one of the servants. They watched them for a while, both aroused by Mala's wanton beauty and skilled sex. Jayant decided that he wanted Sayali alone, and they moved to another bedroom. He fucked her slowly and repeatedly, with deep relish and enjoyment, sampling her in every orifice, and then starting over again.

Sayali finally fell asleep at dawn, her limbs leaden, her mind numb, her body tingling and throbbing with the exquisite sensations of his caresses and fucking, sheathed in sweat and sex. Several hours later, she woke alone. Stumbling out of bed, she washed and cleaned up and then, tying her hair, clad in his large, loose thin *kurta*, she wandered out to look for him. She found him in his superbly appointed study, at his desk, speaking quietly and rapidly into the phone, making notes on a small pad. She stopped at the door, asking silently for his permission to enter. He waved her in and, holding out his hand, drew her onto his lap. He was wearing only his tiny, high swimming trunks. She sat on his lap and sucked his earlobe, caressing his chest, licked his ear. He slid a hand up her *kurta* and fondled her breasts and slit. Sayali licked his nipple. Her breasts swelled in his hands. He swivelled his chair around and she giggled and slid down to her knees. He lifted his hips to let her take off his briefs and, murmuring softly in pleasure, she buried her face in his crotch. Jayant continued speaking on the telephone as she sucked his cock, and moved her head up and down with one hand. Finally, he finished, and pulled her up and kissed her deeply and hungrily, his hands on her breasts and cunt. Her cunt was already wet and he smiled in pleasure at the discovery. She moaned as he began to suck her breasts and then he pushed her down on the desk and, spreading her legs, pressed his face into her crotch. Sayali did not need to ask. She knew that he had done her the favour already.

A week later, Hamid was a free man. All charges were dropped for lack of evidence. The tutor was neutralised: he received several explicit video-tapes and brutally detailed photographs of his daughter engaged in every conceivable sexual activity with a variety of men and women. Sayali celebrated with a long weekend with Hamid. Finally, on Sunday afternoon, she took him to The Apistia, where he was formally employed as a gigolo. He had his first engagement an hour later, performing on stage.

The woman was a dusky, curved woman in her mid-twenties, called Madhavi. She had silky hair caught in a high pony-tail, a pretty face with a pointed chin, fine nose, large, lustrous *kajal*-rimmed eyes and a sexy mouth. Her skin was smooth and clear, with some attractive dark beauty spots on her face. Her body was trim, with full breasts and flared hips. Sayali watched as Hamid held her hips and ground his cock into her cunt. She gasped at the audience and lifted her head, her buttocks squirming in unfaked pleasure against his groin. He squeezed her swollen, pendulous breasts and tongued her ear lasciviously.

"Ohhh yes!" Madhavi gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Hamid! Fuck me hard!"