03-07-2025, 09:36 PM
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Chapter 9: Prabas (Act 3)
The air in the restroom was thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and the lingering warmth of Lina’s breath. She stood naked, her fair skin glistening faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights, her black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall. Her curvy figure, accentuated by the tight clothes she now favored, was bared completely, her ample breasts with their protruding nipples rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
Prabas, the elderly bus driver, leaned against the sink, his weathered face flushed with desire, his pants still unbuttoned. His eyes, kind but clouded with longing, never left Lina’s body.
Lina had just finished giving him his first oral sex, her lips still tingling from the effort. She had done it reluctantly, her loyalty to Rahim warring with her growing need for physical release. Her husband’s erectile dysfunction and his personal battles had left her starved for intimacy, a void she was increasingly unable to ignore. Prabas, with his gentle demeanor and persistent advances, had become an outlet she both craved and despised.
Prabas cock lay half-hard against his thigh still hungry for her and when he caught her glancing down at it, he didn’t hesitate.
"Would you…?" His voice was rough, fingers brushing her lower lip as he tilted her chin up. "Please. Just one more time?"
Lina hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding, sinking to her knees between his legs without another word. Her fingers wrapped around his softening length, stroking him slowly at first...her palm warm against his sensitive skin. She leaned forward, lips parting as she took him into her mouth with a soft mmmmpfh, hollowing her cheeks around him.
Prabas groaned, hips twitching upward instinctively as heat flooded back into him under her attention. "God...yes...just like that," he rasped, watching through hooded eyes as she worked him back to full hardness with wet, eager pulls as her tongue swirling around his tip every time she drew back.
Her breasts pressed against his thighs with each bob of her head, their weight swaying slightly beneath. Prabas couldn’t resist reaching down to cup one, kneading it until she arched into his touch with a muffled whimper around his cock.
"So good," he praised hoarsely, his fingers pinching her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger until she gasped against him. "You take me so well."
Lina moaned in response with the vibration sending sparks up his spine and picked up her pace, her free hand sliding between her own thighs now as she pleasured herself in time with each suck.
But Prabas stopped her abruptly, his gnarled hand gently lifting her to her feet.
“No, Lina,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender. “I want more. I want you.” Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t betray Rahim.”
Prabas’s eyes softened further, but his grip on her waist tightened. “I can feel how wet you are.” he murmured. “Just let me feel you.”
Lina shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “I...I can’t.”
Instead, she lifted her breasts to his mouth, offering them as a compromise. Prabas hesitated, then leaned in, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking gently. Lina gasped, her head tilting back, her hands clutching his shoulders. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through her, making her forget, if only for a moment, the weight of her guilt.
But Prabas wasn’t satisfied. With a strength that belied his age, he spun her around, bending her over the sink. The cold porcelain pressed against her stomach, her breasts hanging heavy, her nipples still throbbing from his attention. He positioned himself behind her, his erect cock pressing against her entrance, his breath hot against her ear.
“Please, Lina,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire. “Let me in.”
She shook her head, her voice trembling. “I can’t. Rahim..."
“Just once,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips. “Just let me feel you.”
Lina closed her eyes, her mind racing. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t betray her husband, no matter how much her body ached for release. “No,” she said, her voice firmer this time. “I can’t.”
Prabas didn’t force her. Instead, he pulled back slightly, his cock rubbing against her, teasing her, pleading silently. Lina felt her resolve waver. She could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink, her breasts bouncing slightly with her shallow breaths, her face flushed, her eyes wide with conflicting emotions.
“Please,” Prabas whispered again, his voice breaking. “Just once.”
“I...I can’t,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Rahim...he’ll know.”
“He won’t,” Prabas insisted, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. “Just let me feel you, Lina. Just once.”
The repetition was hypnotic, his pleas chipping away at her resistance. She could feel his desire, his need, mirroring her own unspoken longing. Her body was betraying her, her muscles relaxing despite her protests, her entrance growing wetter with each passing moment.
“Please....Lina" he whispered for the fifth time, his voice desperate. “I’ll be quick.”
Lina’s breath hitched. She looked at her reflection, at the woman staring back at her...a woman torn between duty and desire, between loyalty and longing. Her husband couldn’t satisfy her, couldn’t give her the child she craved, couldn’t fill the void that had grown within her. And here was Prabas, offering her something she hadn’t felt in years: raw, unbridled passion.
Lina’s breath hitched "P-Please..." but when he paused expectantly behind her? What spilled out wasn’t refusal. "...just be gentle."
Prabas didn’t hesitate. He pressed forward, slowly, gently, his cock sliding into her with a wetness that made her gasp. Lina’s eyes widened as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him, a sensation that was both foreign and intoxicating.
He began to move, his pace deliberate at first, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Lina watched her reflection, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face a mask of conflicting emotions of guilt, pleasure, and something akin to liberation. Prabas’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent groan as he rammed into her from behind. “Don’t stop,” Lina whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, don’t stop.”
Prabas quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina moaned, her head falling forward, her body surrendering to the rhythm of his movements.
And then, with a guttural cry, Prabas erupted inside her, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves. Lina’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she felt him fill her, a sensation that was both sinful and sublime. Prabas continued to thrust, milking every last drop from himself, his hands never leaving her body.
When he finally pulled out, Lina collapsed against the sink, her legs weak, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Prabas stood behind her, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and regret.
Lina turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “I shouldn’t have,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Prabas reached out, his hand cupping her cheek. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You needed it. We both did.”
They quickly dressed and returned to the bus, Lina feeling a mix of guilt and relief as she sat down next to Rahim and fell asleep. She knew that this moment would haunt her...a moment of pleasure that came at a cost she wasn’t sure she could afford.
The air in the restroom was thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and the lingering warmth of Lina’s breath. She stood naked, her fair skin glistening faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights, her black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall. Her curvy figure, accentuated by the tight clothes she now favored, was bared completely, her ample breasts with their protruding nipples rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
Prabas, the elderly bus driver, leaned against the sink, his weathered face flushed with desire, his pants still unbuttoned. His eyes, kind but clouded with longing, never left Lina’s body.
Lina had just finished giving him his first oral sex, her lips still tingling from the effort. She had done it reluctantly, her loyalty to Rahim warring with her growing need for physical release. Her husband’s erectile dysfunction and his personal battles had left her starved for intimacy, a void she was increasingly unable to ignore. Prabas, with his gentle demeanor and persistent advances, had become an outlet she both craved and despised.
Prabas cock lay half-hard against his thigh still hungry for her and when he caught her glancing down at it, he didn’t hesitate.
"Would you…?" His voice was rough, fingers brushing her lower lip as he tilted her chin up. "Please. Just one more time?"
Lina hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding, sinking to her knees between his legs without another word. Her fingers wrapped around his softening length, stroking him slowly at first...her palm warm against his sensitive skin. She leaned forward, lips parting as she took him into her mouth with a soft mmmmpfh, hollowing her cheeks around him.
Prabas groaned, hips twitching upward instinctively as heat flooded back into him under her attention. "God...yes...just like that," he rasped, watching through hooded eyes as she worked him back to full hardness with wet, eager pulls as her tongue swirling around his tip every time she drew back.
Her breasts pressed against his thighs with each bob of her head, their weight swaying slightly beneath. Prabas couldn’t resist reaching down to cup one, kneading it until she arched into his touch with a muffled whimper around his cock.
"So good," he praised hoarsely, his fingers pinching her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger until she gasped against him. "You take me so well."
Lina moaned in response with the vibration sending sparks up his spine and picked up her pace, her free hand sliding between her own thighs now as she pleasured herself in time with each suck.
But Prabas stopped her abruptly, his gnarled hand gently lifting her to her feet.
“No, Lina,” he said, his voice surprisingly tender. “I want more. I want you.” Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I can’t betray Rahim.”
Prabas’s eyes softened further, but his grip on her waist tightened. “I can feel how wet you are.” he murmured. “Just let me feel you.”
Lina shook her head, her cheeks flushing. “I...I can’t.”
Instead, she lifted her breasts to his mouth, offering them as a compromise. Prabas hesitated, then leaned in, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking gently. Lina gasped, her head tilting back, her hands clutching his shoulders. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through her, making her forget, if only for a moment, the weight of her guilt.
But Prabas wasn’t satisfied. With a strength that belied his age, he spun her around, bending her over the sink. The cold porcelain pressed against her stomach, her breasts hanging heavy, her nipples still throbbing from his attention. He positioned himself behind her, his erect cock pressing against her entrance, his breath hot against her ear.
“Please, Lina,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire. “Let me in.”
She shook her head, her voice trembling. “I can’t. Rahim..."
“Just once,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips. “Just let me feel you.”
Lina closed her eyes, her mind racing. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t betray her husband, no matter how much her body ached for release. “No,” she said, her voice firmer this time. “I can’t.”
Prabas didn’t force her. Instead, he pulled back slightly, his cock rubbing against her, teasing her, pleading silently. Lina felt her resolve waver. She could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink, her breasts bouncing slightly with her shallow breaths, her face flushed, her eyes wide with conflicting emotions.
“Please,” Prabas whispered again, his voice breaking. “Just once.”
“I...I can’t,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Rahim...he’ll know.”
“He won’t,” Prabas insisted, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. “Just let me feel you, Lina. Just once.”
The repetition was hypnotic, his pleas chipping away at her resistance. She could feel his desire, his need, mirroring her own unspoken longing. Her body was betraying her, her muscles relaxing despite her protests, her entrance growing wetter with each passing moment.
“Please....Lina" he whispered for the fifth time, his voice desperate. “I’ll be quick.”
Lina’s breath hitched. She looked at her reflection, at the woman staring back at her...a woman torn between duty and desire, between loyalty and longing. Her husband couldn’t satisfy her, couldn’t give her the child she craved, couldn’t fill the void that had grown within her. And here was Prabas, offering her something she hadn’t felt in years: raw, unbridled passion.
Lina’s breath hitched "P-Please..." but when he paused expectantly behind her? What spilled out wasn’t refusal. "...just be gentle."
Prabas didn’t hesitate. He pressed forward, slowly, gently, his cock sliding into her with a wetness that made her gasp. Lina’s eyes widened as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him, a sensation that was both foreign and intoxicating.
He began to move, his pace deliberate at first, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Lina watched her reflection, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face a mask of conflicting emotions of guilt, pleasure, and something akin to liberation. Prabas’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent groan as he rammed into her from behind. “Don’t stop,” Lina whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, don’t stop.”
Prabas quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Lina moaned, her head falling forward, her body surrendering to the rhythm of his movements.
And then, with a guttural cry, Prabas erupted inside her, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves. Lina’s eyes rolled back, her body trembling as she felt him fill her, a sensation that was both sinful and sublime. Prabas continued to thrust, milking every last drop from himself, his hands never leaving her body.
When he finally pulled out, Lina collapsed against the sink, her legs weak, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Prabas stood behind her, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and regret.
Lina turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “I shouldn’t have,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Prabas reached out, his hand cupping her cheek. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You needed it. We both did.”
They quickly dressed and returned to the bus, Lina feeling a mix of guilt and relief as she sat down next to Rahim and fell asleep. She knew that this moment would haunt her...a moment of pleasure that came at a cost she wasn’t sure she could afford.
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