02-07-2019, 02:22 PM
"Both," I answered honestly, and it was. I liked the idea of him fucking her. I was anxiously awaiting her bloated belly, fat from his child, or maybe from another man's child. He had said she would get pregnant from at least one of his friends.
She smiled at me but it was a cunning smile, a demanding smile.
"You like him fucking me, don't you?"
"Yes. I told you that."
She sighed. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I could have been getting this good fucking years ago."
"Come here, you," she said with a smile. "I am not going to leave you that way. I do not want Mr. Malik to think I am not taking care of my husband."
I walked the two steps to her. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants and yanked down by jockeys.
"Oh, you are hard. Let your boss' slut take care of that for you."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, slurping nosily, her tongue active, the pressure magnificent. I could not help myself. I shot into her hot mouth.
"Oh, Ajay, you do come quickly, don't you? That is another reason I am his slut. He lasts all night. Let's do it again. I did not even break a sweat."
She kept sucking on me. I felt my cock harden again. Her head was a blur as she worked back and forth on me, back and forth. Oh, God, it felt good, so good. She would never even touch my cock before, now here she was blowing me like a world champion whore, all thanks to my boss, to Mr. Malik. Finally, I shot in her mouth again. She let me soften there, sucking all the cum from me. When she pulled away, I looked down. My cock was red, bright red, covered in her lipstick.
"Much better. Now, Ajay, I want you to beat off at least three times Sunday afternoon before I get home. That way, you can last longer. Okay?"
"Sure, Madhu," I whispered as I rested against the counter.
"Now, move. I need to get my shoes."
She opened a new shoe box and removed a shoe. It was brushed satin, soft and furry looking. It was black and the heel was very high.
"How high is that?" I asked.
"Six inches. I hope I can wear them all right."
She pointed her sexy toes, tightening the muscles of her leg. Madhu has sexy legs, not thin like some models but muscular with smaller ankles. She slipped the shoe on and fastened a strap around her ankle. Rummaging through the box, she removed a small lock, the kind on some suitcases with the tiny key. She slipped the lock hasp through the tiny hole in the ankle buckle and pushed it shut with a click. I saw her shudder. She rummaged through the shoe box again.
"I can't find the keys. I hope he has them," she said, as she started putting on the other shoe.
When she stood, I had to admire her legs and ass. The six inch heels shaped them wonderfully. I could still see two faint red lines across her ass and another across her upper thigh where he had whipped her Thursday. She turned to admire herself in the mirror.
"Nice," she whispered under her breath. Yes, it was nice and more. It was sexy as hell.
She walked to her closet, the high heels making her sway very invitingly. In a moment, she slipped on her dress. It was black, with a deep V to her waist. It had one snap, a large gold clamp at her waist which held the two sides together. The dress fit a little loosely on top, allowing people at the to view her entire breast if they saw her from the right angle. And, when she walked, the two pieces below opened. She was going to have to be very careful or her pussy would be revealed with each step.
But that is what he wanted I am sure. He wanted her pussy flashing every time she moved. Could you see the ring? Yes. There it was, with that step. Her bald pussy, freshly shaven by her just now, with its gold ring glistening.
She looked so good and I wanted to take her there again. She saw my expression.
"Not enough time, honey. He will be here any minute."
She opened a package from a large department store. Inside were gold bracelets, six for each wrist. They would hang loosely and jangly. We heard the doorbell ring and I ran to answer it.
She smiled at me but it was a cunning smile, a demanding smile.
"You like him fucking me, don't you?"
"Yes. I told you that."
She sighed. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I could have been getting this good fucking years ago."
"Come here, you," she said with a smile. "I am not going to leave you that way. I do not want Mr. Malik to think I am not taking care of my husband."
I walked the two steps to her. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants and yanked down by jockeys.
"Oh, you are hard. Let your boss' slut take care of that for you."
She wrapped her lips around my cock, slurping nosily, her tongue active, the pressure magnificent. I could not help myself. I shot into her hot mouth.
"Oh, Ajay, you do come quickly, don't you? That is another reason I am his slut. He lasts all night. Let's do it again. I did not even break a sweat."
She kept sucking on me. I felt my cock harden again. Her head was a blur as she worked back and forth on me, back and forth. Oh, God, it felt good, so good. She would never even touch my cock before, now here she was blowing me like a world champion whore, all thanks to my boss, to Mr. Malik. Finally, I shot in her mouth again. She let me soften there, sucking all the cum from me. When she pulled away, I looked down. My cock was red, bright red, covered in her lipstick.
"Much better. Now, Ajay, I want you to beat off at least three times Sunday afternoon before I get home. That way, you can last longer. Okay?"
"Sure, Madhu," I whispered as I rested against the counter.
"Now, move. I need to get my shoes."
She opened a new shoe box and removed a shoe. It was brushed satin, soft and furry looking. It was black and the heel was very high.
"How high is that?" I asked.
"Six inches. I hope I can wear them all right."
She pointed her sexy toes, tightening the muscles of her leg. Madhu has sexy legs, not thin like some models but muscular with smaller ankles. She slipped the shoe on and fastened a strap around her ankle. Rummaging through the box, she removed a small lock, the kind on some suitcases with the tiny key. She slipped the lock hasp through the tiny hole in the ankle buckle and pushed it shut with a click. I saw her shudder. She rummaged through the shoe box again.
"I can't find the keys. I hope he has them," she said, as she started putting on the other shoe.
When she stood, I had to admire her legs and ass. The six inch heels shaped them wonderfully. I could still see two faint red lines across her ass and another across her upper thigh where he had whipped her Thursday. She turned to admire herself in the mirror.
"Nice," she whispered under her breath. Yes, it was nice and more. It was sexy as hell.
She walked to her closet, the high heels making her sway very invitingly. In a moment, she slipped on her dress. It was black, with a deep V to her waist. It had one snap, a large gold clamp at her waist which held the two sides together. The dress fit a little loosely on top, allowing people at the to view her entire breast if they saw her from the right angle. And, when she walked, the two pieces below opened. She was going to have to be very careful or her pussy would be revealed with each step.
But that is what he wanted I am sure. He wanted her pussy flashing every time she moved. Could you see the ring? Yes. There it was, with that step. Her bald pussy, freshly shaven by her just now, with its gold ring glistening.
She looked so good and I wanted to take her there again. She saw my expression.
"Not enough time, honey. He will be here any minute."
She opened a package from a large department store. Inside were gold bracelets, six for each wrist. They would hang loosely and jangly. We heard the doorbell ring and I ran to answer it.
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