02-07-2019, 02:25 PM
"See where I was whipped, Ajay. See how a real man treats a woman who belongs to him. But, you would not know anything about what a real man does, would you?"
I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair.
"Look, Ajay. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend."
I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Malik. "Come on, Ajay," she said softly.
"No. You get on top."
"All right."
She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her pussy. She started to move, move up and down.
What would Mr. Malik do? I thought. What would my boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my slut, too.
Well, let her satisfy me!
Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.
"Yes," she moaned.
Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I didn't care if I ever came, but she cared if she did. Faster, faster. The ring was pulling. She was riding my cock.
"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Ajay. YES! YES!"
She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and hot on my chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto my balls. When she rolled off me, she had an expression on her face I hadn't seen in years. I think it was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.
From me. From me!
"Ajay, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long it's been since I did that? And, you didn't cum at all, did you?"
"No, I didn't. Now, tell me the rest of your story."
She whispered, "Ajay. I'm exhausted. Let me go to sleep."
"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend."
"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me masturbate on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It was so slick from my juices I could barely hold on to it. Horse pulled my clit ring. He must be a hell of a fisherman. His touch was perfect, tight when I needed it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm building. I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I couldn't stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair."
"Madhu! Were you hurt?"
"No, but I felt very foolish. Horse detached the spinner from my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. They put cold packs on my head and let me cool down.
Then one of them said, "Show her why they call you Horse."
Madhu shivered remembering it.
"Ajay, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Much bigger than his son's cock. Ajay, it was huge. I'd never seen anything like it. I was afraid it'd stretch my pussy until it never would be the same.
'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked.
'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' Horse replied."
She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr. Malik' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard across the ass. She awakened with a start.
"Madhu, tell me what happened!"
"Oh, Ajay. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. He hit my cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking me an hour later when I passed out. They awakened me. I fucked or sucked all of them before the night was over. What really hurt was Horse fucking my ass. Oh, God, it hurt! Ajay, please. Let me sleep."
She turned away and closed her eyes.
I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I couldn't. I left her there, too tired to talk from the fucking she had received over the weekend from my boss and his father.
I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning out the lights, I remembered my instructions from Mr. Malik about taking her someplace in the morning. I found the note and read it.
It was the name and address of a hospital.
I wondered what Mr. Malik' had planned for his slut.
For my wife.
It was difficult awakening Madhu in the morning, but I did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.
"You can leave now," he said to me.
"What are you going to do to my wife?"
"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."
I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.
Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.
"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.
"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"
Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.
I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.
I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair.
"Look, Ajay. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend."
I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Malik. "Come on, Ajay," she said softly.
"No. You get on top."
"All right."
She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her pussy. She started to move, move up and down.
What would Mr. Malik do? I thought. What would my boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my slut, too.
Well, let her satisfy me!
Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.
"Yes," she moaned.
Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I didn't care if I ever came, but she cared if she did. Faster, faster. The ring was pulling. She was riding my cock.
"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Ajay. YES! YES!"
She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and hot on my chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto my balls. When she rolled off me, she had an expression on her face I hadn't seen in years. I think it was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.
From me. From me!
"Ajay, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long it's been since I did that? And, you didn't cum at all, did you?"
"No, I didn't. Now, tell me the rest of your story."
She whispered, "Ajay. I'm exhausted. Let me go to sleep."
"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend."
"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me masturbate on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It was so slick from my juices I could barely hold on to it. Horse pulled my clit ring. He must be a hell of a fisherman. His touch was perfect, tight when I needed it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm building. I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I couldn't stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair."
"Madhu! Were you hurt?"
"No, but I felt very foolish. Horse detached the spinner from my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. They put cold packs on my head and let me cool down.
Then one of them said, "Show her why they call you Horse."
Madhu shivered remembering it.
"Ajay, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Much bigger than his son's cock. Ajay, it was huge. I'd never seen anything like it. I was afraid it'd stretch my pussy until it never would be the same.
'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked.
'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' Horse replied."
She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr. Malik' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard across the ass. She awakened with a start.
"Madhu, tell me what happened!"
"Oh, Ajay. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. He hit my cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking me an hour later when I passed out. They awakened me. I fucked or sucked all of them before the night was over. What really hurt was Horse fucking my ass. Oh, God, it hurt! Ajay, please. Let me sleep."
She turned away and closed her eyes.
I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I couldn't. I left her there, too tired to talk from the fucking she had received over the weekend from my boss and his father.
I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning out the lights, I remembered my instructions from Mr. Malik about taking her someplace in the morning. I found the note and read it.
It was the name and address of a hospital.
I wondered what Mr. Malik' had planned for his slut.
For my wife.
It was difficult awakening Madhu in the morning, but I did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.
"You can leave now," he said to me.
"What are you going to do to my wife?"
"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."
I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.
Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.
"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.
"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"
Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.
I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.
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