Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men
Saga 4 - Scene 6 - Arun ka bulge
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At night the same day. 9:00 PM.

The house was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and Sameer’s steady, deep snoring. But Dipa was wide awake, her body burning with an unsatisfied lust. The brief, frantic encounter with Arun in the bathroom had only been an appetizer. The memory of his size, his strength, his raw desire for her, had been tormenting her for hours. She couldn't wait any longer.

She slipped out of bed, her silk robe whispering against her skin, and tiptoed out of the bedroom. She moved silently down the hall to the small room off the back porch where Arun slept. The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and went to his bedside, shaking his shoulder gently.

Dipa: (whispering) Arun… Arun, wake up.

He woke with a start, his eyes wide in the dim light.

Arun: Memsahab? What is it? Is something wrong?

Dipa: Shhh. Everything is right. Get up and come with me. Don't make a sound.

He obeyed without question, following her to the storeroom at the back of the house. It was currently empty, a dark, hollow space. Moonlight streamed in from a small, high window, painting silver stripes on the dusty floor. She led him inside and quietly closed the door, plunging them into near-total darkness.

Dipa: Arun, you are very handsome. The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you.

Arun: Memsahab, aap bahut sundar hai. Aap mujhe bahut pasand hai. Jitna aapne mujhe pyar diya hai, aaj tak kisi ne nahi diya. Memsahab, you are very beautiful. I like you very much. The affection you have given me, no one has ever given me before.

Dipa: Aaj aur pyar milega tumhe. Aao mere paas, aur mujhe hug karo. You will get more love today. Come to me, and hug me.

He stepped forward and wrapped his strong arms around her. She melted against him, her head resting on his chest. She lifted her face and kissed him, a deep, searching kiss, her tongue immediately slipping inside his mouth.

Dipa: You are so much better than my husband.

Arun: Ji. Aapki skin bahut soft hai. Mujh gareeb ki kismat achchi hai jo aap mil gayi. Yes. Your skin is so soft. My poor destiny is good that I found you.

She stepped back and let her silk robe fall open. She was wearing only a pair of skimpy panties. Her heavy breasts, luminous in the moonlight, swung free.

Dipa: Wait kya kar rahe ho? Toot pado. What are you waiting for? Pounce on me.

He groaned and buried his face between her breasts, his mouth finding a nipple. He began to suckle, the taste of her sweet milk and the jasmine scent of her perfume driving him mad. He fumbled with his pants, lowering them and his underwear, his massive erection springing free.

Dipa: Wah, aapne aap hi utaar diya. Haye… mera bada mann kar raha hai chusne ka. Aaj nahi jaoge bach ke. Aur jab tak main naa kahu, ejaculate nahi karna. Samajh aya? Wah, you took them off yourself. Oh… I really feel like sucking it. You won't escape today. And don't you dare ejaculate until I say so. Understood?

Arun: Ji, Memsahab.

She pushed him back gently and sank to her knees before him. She took his fully erect cock in her mouth. It was so big she could only take a quarter of it, so she focused on licking and sucking the thick, glistening head.

Dipa: Oh, I love your beautiful cock. It is so long and thick, it fills my mouth.

As she sucked him, her other hand slipped inside her panties, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed herself, her own moans muffled by his shaft. She was completely wet, ready to be taken.

Dipa: Here, take this mat and spread it on the floor. I am lying down. Fuck me now, Arun.

Arun(excited): Ji, Memsahab.

He spread the thin mat on the dusty concrete. She lay down, her legs parting for him. He knelt between them and slowly pushed his cock inside her already wet pussy.

Dipa: Ah… aur andar… yes… daalo pura ab. Bus, stop. Ab move karo. Haan, thoda tez. Yes, move faster. Ah… deeper… yes… put it all in now. Okay, stop. Now move. Yes, a little faster. Yes, move faster.

He was on top of her, kissing her wildly, his hips finding a powerful rhythm. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed again.

Dipa: Bite my neck, Arun. Give me a love bite to remember this night.

He moved his mouth from hers, down to the soft skin of her neck, and began to suck hard.

Dipa: Oh… I am so wet and in deep sensations. I've never felt so fucking great.

He pulled his mouth away, leaving a big, round, dark pink patch on her skin. He continued to thrust into her, his pace relentless.

Dipa: Now, doggy style. Fuck me like a bitch.

She immediately flipped over onto her hands and knees. The head of his thick cock touching her wet cunt lips before entering her from behind with a single deep thrust taking her in another dimension. She closed her eyes, moving her head from side to side, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

Dipa: Now… on your back. I want to ride you.

He obeyed, lying down on the mat. She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it inside herself. She sat up straight, her breasts swaying as she began to bounce up and down, controlling the pace, her eyes locked with his.

Dipa: Look at me, Arun. See how I take you inside me. See how I ride my servant's big cock.

After a few minutes, she leaned forward, her hands flat on the floor on either side of his head.

Dipa: Now you fuck me. Fuck me hard.

He grabbed her hips, his own thrusts powerful and deep, lifting her with every stroke.

Dipa: Now… stand up.

They got to their feet, their bodies still joined. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her back pressed against the cold storeroom wall. He held her up, his hands cupping her ass, and fucked her against the wall, his rhythm hard and urgent.

Dipa: Yes… hold me up… don’t stop… I'm so close…

Dipa: One last time. On the mat. Put my legs on your shoulders. I want to feel all of you. Every inch.

They fell back onto the mat. He took her ankles and lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders. The angle was extreme, opening her up completely. He drove into her, his cock reaching a depth she didn't know was possible. She felt him touch her womb with every thrust.

Dipa: Ahhhh! Yes! That’s it! Fuck! I’m coming, Arun! I’m coming!

Her body went rigid, her inner walls clenching around him as a massive orgasm tore through her. He felt her climax and lost all control.

Arun: Memsahab! I am… I am cumming!

With a final, desperate roar, he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed flooding her womb as she screamed her release into the darkness of the storeroom.

Dipa: Oh, so full. Arun, you were amazing. Now go and clean yourself.

Dipa was lying down, didn't want to get up and her body was enjoying too much.
After 10 minutes she stood up and went to washroom to clean herself and went to bed hugging Sameer and feeling blissful.
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