Adultery Rich, hot, haughty married women trapped by old dirty cunning care taker (completed)

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Perhaps Narsingh too was eagerly waiting for a signal from Roopa madam. He rubbed his palm again on her nude body, this time moving up and sideways. His palm moved up to her thighbone and his fingers rested on her groin. Was he waiting for her to tell about further massage? She touched his fingers and slightly raised the left side of her body, leaning right ways. Still, she was a bit shy about exposing her dark hairy pubic triangle before him. Instead, she dragged his and her hand together and rested them on her bushes. That served two purposes. Her hairy triangle was still hidden from his direct view and at the same time, she was getting a manly touch close to her pleasure zone. He must have sensed her wetness there. He was looking so much excited.

She sensed his body heat, which was melting more and more cum within her. She turned her body sideways and gave the first frontal view of her naked body from the front. Her nipples were still very tight and erect and Narsingh was standing like a vessel containing vigorously boiling water. Being so much excited, he must have forgot that his job was to massage her and stopped moving his hand anywhere else. Also, how could he, because her left hand gripped his palm tightly. She was dying to tell him that she needed a massage in her most sensitive part, but how to tell? She couldn't find a right hindi term for that region which wouldn't sound vulgar. She tried to use a childish word to pretend a kind of childish innocence in the whole process. "Won't you do it in and around my pee-hole?”

Her tongue was drying up and her throbbing heart-bit was about to cause a heart attack she felt. With renewed encouragement, Narsingh pressed his palm around her pubic triangle in a bid to massage there. His palm was getting thoroughly soaked with her cunt juice. Narsingh was standing quite close to her now. She could now touch his manhood. She did. Was she touching a hot iron rod? She couldn't feel the direct heat, as his pajama's fabric was protecting his cock. She unfastened its string as she herself lay down on her back, parting her thighs wide apart.

The sliding of his pajama halted, as its top front portion was unable to slide past his massive erection. She started laughing wildly out of her own excitement as well as the big dirty fun that was involved with it. She gave his pajama a small jerk and then it fell down, exposing his massive erection. He wasn't wearing anything on the top and so, this made him completely naked. She was amazed by the magnificence of his dark, strong, rustic body of his. 

His cock head was pink and the over stitched skin on top of it was shining. The pungent smell that hit her nostrils made her to forget about the extreme hygiene standards she looks for. She sensed he was about to lose his erection because of his nervousness,  unpreparedness of the situation.

Did she forget how his strong fully erect cock fucked Lakshmi in his hut when she accidentally saw them while going for jogging ?



She touched him there again, as his cock swelled up within seconds under her fist. His fingers went into her cave. His index finger touched her clitoris and she moaned, almost reaching her orgasm. She could smell her own juice and the drops that oozed out of his cock into her palm. With the rustic smell coming out of his naked body, the smell of olive oil from her own naked body and the combined smell of our love juices made the entire environment so seductive! "You have to use this tool to massage me there", she said, tapping his cock gently with her fingers. She was trying to suggest that she couldn't wait any longer for a coital pleasure.

Instead of telling that directly, she tried to behave as if everything was a part of the massage and it's a part of the job that he had willingly volunteered. "Madam, is it true?" Narsingh was too excited to express his feelings beyond this. At this point, she wishes to draw an analogy with an approaching storm, as she mentioned before. During the peak summer months and in some parts of northern India, late in the afternoon, we find an accumulation of dark rain-bearing clouds in the sky.
  


After a lull, when a mild soothing breeze starts and the trees start dancing, you know that the storm is about to start. The storm was approaching as Narsingh came on top of her. His cock head was now resting on her triangle. His body was shivering as he rubbed against her nudity. She grabbed his cock again and moved his organ close to her opening. "Lower yourself here --ahhhh--- and press..." She felt the soothing breeze and the dancing of trees as his eager cock head pierced her wet opening.

It was thoroughly wet to guide him deeper and deeper down, upto the end of the tunnel.
 
"Ahhhhhh...Hhhhhhhh..... More...deeper...deeper.... ahhhhhhh" she cried out, as the old watchman went further and further in. Where was the pain that prevented her from coital relations so long? It was incredible. She revived her passion through an extremely forbidden relationship but it was a naked truth. She was overjoyed. She wanted to cry out, "See Ravi, look here, this is how to do it....". But, it wasn't Ravi. It was the seventy year old watchman, with whom she have just started an illicit relationship, only for a day or two! "Now you can start the massage " She said in a naughty manner. 



She wanted to make him understand that fucking is just a part of the massage. She could then feel the trees and the leaves dancing. And there was a storm in no time, as he started the rhythm. "Ooooohhhhh...Narsingh. Harder! Faster! Do it... ahhhhhhh..." "memsaab, ever since you came to the guest house, this was always my dirty wish. ahhhh... I --I never knew ---- it would be true some day.... ahhhhhh..", he said while both of them were deep deep inside their coital pleasure. There was a storm all around her. A storm that was threatening to blow everything up and it did.

She could hear the murmurs of the storm. Everything was deafening. The storm has to end soon. It did. It ended in rains, as both of them reached their ultimate climax in half hour and her cunt got flooded with Narsingh's love juice. She kissed this old man before getting out of the bed. He was looking at her with gratitude, as if to say that best possible reward for the wonderful massage that he had offered to her.



But what has happened in that half hour is something Roopa will never ever forget in her life

His brutal battering ram entered her so suddenly and so deeply that she felt as though all the air had been knocked out of the lungs. It seemed that what Narsingh had done earlier during the massage, but just an extension of their tortuous foreplay, an appetizer for the banquet which was yet to come. There was going to be no more holding back. Narsingh was going to really fuck her now; hard, fast and deep.

Before she was able to take a breath Narsingh had lifted her to the tip of his sch-long and then slammed her back down. Soon he started to hit a steady rhythm, pushing his huge pussy pounder deeper and deeper inside her.

She tried to cope with what he was doing to her, tried to hold out, tried to stop herself from succumbing totally to this beast. But it was to be a losing battle, and a short one. Screams were now flooding out of her mouth as she gasped for air, like a drowning swimmer frantically doing their best to keep their head above water. Each thrust of Narsingh’s rapier drawing another wail of anguish as she felt her cunt being stretched further and further out of shape.

It was painful at first. The pounding was just relentless as Narsingh grunted with each thrust. He was pushing his rampant dick further inside of her than her lame husband had ever reached before, hitting nerve endings that she had never even known existed. It took a long time to get used to the sheer physical brutality of what was happening to her. Narsingh was tearing open her pussy, drilling a huge tunnel in which to accommodate his monstrous cock.



She was yelping like a bitch on heat, barely able to stay conscious never mind do anything else. But eventually, she started to get used to the depth of intrusion. Her cunt started to grow accustomed to his hardness and the pain started to be replaced by an all-consuming pleasure.

Narsingh was really going for it now. Each thrust of his hips plunged his dick further and further inside her now completely defenseless pussy. Every time his plunger reached new depths she felt another jolt of endorphins race through her, as her cunt twitched and convulsed in ecstatic pleasure.

She felt physically exhausted, but still hungry for more of Narsingh's amazing cock. Like an addict she needed more, much more to feed her insatiable lust for this sexual God.



"Harder. Fuck me harder Narsi !" She wanted to scream, but she was only able to pant. "Fuck me like you really mean it."

It was a final taunt, a last hurrah, a closing sneer. If she was going to go down, she was going to go down fighting. Almost instantaneously she felt Narsingh's dick accelerate, like a car going up into top gear, as though he was affronted that she was still able to speak. His thrusts became faster and longer as he filled her up even more. It felt like she was being fucked by an iron bar, he was so hard, so strong, so powerful. And she was loving it. Loving every second of it.

"Ugh. Yes. Take my dick, memsaab. That's all your good for, isn't it? Taking dick in your tight holes."

"Yes." she whispered hoarsely, barely able to respond in the face of this new onslaught.

She could deny it no longer. She could hold out no longer. She could pretend no longer. In that moment she finally realized and accepted how naive she had been. Gone was her cocky bravado. Gone was any pretense that she could master this monster. Gone was the idea that she could ever hope to tame this beast.



Narsingh was panting a bit now as he exerted himself even more. He was fucking her so hard now that the rich proud hot married woman couldn't make a sound, it took all her effort just to keep breathing. The room was filled with the noise of their hips colliding faster and faster as they both grunted heavily. He was fucking her so hard now that it felt as though he could fuck her right through the massage table that she was on.

And still he reached further inside her, seemingly impossibly there was still more dick for him to supply, as though it would never end. Even at this fast pace he was able to keep up a metronome routine, pounding her with the efficiency of some sort of specially designed fucking machine.

She was starting to struggle again as the pleasure coursing through her started to overwhelm her. It was like her mind was unable to process the feelings she was experiencing, he was literally fucking her brains out.



As she looked at where our two bodies intersected as Narsingh continued to pummel her insides. And suddenly she was cumming. Cumming harder and more powerfully than she could have even thought possible. She squirted what seemed like gallons of cum, as though a balloon had been burst inside her.

What had pushed her over the edge was the sight of her stomach being pushed outwards with each thrust of Narsingh's might dick. Like a straw breaking a camel's back, this shocking demonstration of his size and power had been too much for her.

In that moment time seemed to be suspended, as she felt a psychedelic moment of such total bliss and serenity that it transcended the physical. All conscious thought was driven out of her mind as the most explosive orgasm ripped through her body. All the build up, all the agonizing teasing, and now a solid half an hour of the hardest most brutal fucking she had ever experienced seemed to have pushed her totally over the edge.



She was no longer Roopa. She was simply Narsingh's whore. His incredible fuck muscle had sent her to a sexual stratosphere that she would not have thought possible until she had experienced it for herself. All she knew was that this feeling, of total sexual satisfaction made the rest of her life pale into insignificance. That was the moment something snapped inside her brain and she knew what she truly wanted in life. To experience this sexual high, which only this beast Narsingh could provide.

It was with that thought that she lost consciousness, surrendering to her own sexual exhaustion.

THUD

She opened her eyes blearily and came face-to-face with Narsingh. His rugged sweating face just inches from her. But instantly she knew that he was unhappy. Really unhappy.

"Finally. memsaab." He growled at her anxiously as she saw his hand move back away from her face and back down to my ass. "You might have finished madam, but I certainly haven't."

And he was right, she could feel his hard pole resting on her still panting stomach, covered in the greasy slobber of her cunt juices. Once again, she saw that pitiless, ruthless stare boring into her and she couldn't help but shiver as she lay in this titan's arms, completely at his mercy.

Without another word he picked her up and got down from the massage table and he suddenly dropped her onto the floor and she hit the ground with a thud, rolling a few feet as she did so. She no longer knew which way was up and which way was down. Her brain was as much of a mess as her cunt. As she looked upwards into the strobe lighting she saw Narsingh descending and then felt herself being pulled up onto her feet.

"Twerk for me, madam. Grind your ass against my huge dick."

As if in a trance she did as she had been told.

WHACK



She jumped as she felt Narsingh's huge hand hit her ass.

"Hurry up madam, I haven't got all night."

Roopa was not particularly happy the way he has hit her ass and looked at her as his bitch. She gave a stern warning to Narsingh to better behave himself or else the show will be off.

The old man realized his mistake and with an apologetic face said sorry madam.

Without another second of hesitation she bent over and started twerking, backing her ass into Narsingh's crotch. She was being fast and frenetic now, jolting about like a junkie on a trip. She was pushing her ass back into Narsingh and she could feel my cunt dripping now as she felt his huge fuck bone pressing up against her ass.

She felt Narsingh leaning forward, his huge arms reaching round her body until he planted them on her bouncing tits. Suddenly, and without any warning, he violently twisted both her nipples simultaneously.

She twitched involuntarily as a wave of pleasure rushed through her instantly, as she experienced a wholly new sensation. Even her husband had ever had the guts to do something like that to her before. Too scared of her  she realised he had all been a little boy. Narsingh was a man. A real man. A man that knew how to take control, take charge and take ownership of what was his.

Her cunt was now aching more than it had ever ached before in her life. She had never, ever felt this way and so she was struggling to control her rampant emotions.  Never before had she felt as horny or as desperate as she did now, completely at the mercy of a man who knew how to play her like a violin. Even though she had only just been fucked to within an inch of her life, already she wanted Narsingh to do it to her again and she didn't care it was already late in the night


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