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

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What her husband did with that quick fast fuck was to make her wet and be ready for a deeper, stronger ploughing .. the old man is waiting his hardened plough to make her wet soil soak in pleasure

 

Mandakini just gathered her clothes in her hands and planned to take off to behind the tree where Narsingh lurked and making signs to her to come fast. She took a bet on dashing across the tree, fortunately by then her husband Mahaveer fell into a deep sleep after a heartfelt sex in open air aided by cool breeze and satisfaction of taking care of his wife’s desire for kids . There was a strong cool breeze and she could sense the sound of heavy raindrops beating against the ground anytime. She got ready for the sprint.

No sooner had she taken the first step, when her wrist was caught in the grip of a large hand. The fear was instant, but equally quick was the reassurance as she realized who it was. It was Narsingh. He didn't give her time to come completely behind the tree. He pulled her to him and held her close. 

He glanced to the side from behind the tree.  He has placed a mirror in the bushes in front of the tree where the couple had sex, now in that they could both see the supine form of Mahaveer, fast asleep. Mandakini couldn’t believe how such a old villager can deceive the intelligent smart businessman like Mahaveer !!!



Mandakini knew some of her lady friends take these lady Viagra pills to ensure all their inhibitions will go away and all the hitherto hidden desires come out strongly to engulf the strong secret lover who invariably is well built and wired for hard long fuck. Somehow unknowingly she ate those special fruits which gave her strength to fight, resist the strong thrusts of this old lean man. But now without Viagra pills or special fruits, how her body can handle this giant lund?



Narsingh turned around Mandakini so she was facing the mirror from far off. He was behind her. She was nude. And caught. Now they could directly see the mirror and in the reflection was Mahaveer. She was unsure whether this was Narsingh's way of keeping one eye on Mahaveer, or whether his real intent was the churning excitement it caused in her stomach, of having her eyes on her husband while a cock was ravaging her.

Narsingh put his hand on the back of her neck. She shuddered, maybe it was the chill of the breeze on her exposed body, or perhaps it was that touch? Then she felt the familiar warm but wet cockhead smearing her ass as it reared and bucked in its aroused state. She was unsure if he had undressed or whether that was the state in which he had lain in wait for her. Had he watched us having sex? Had he listened? Did he know she was fresh from fucking Mahaveer?

His hand pushed her neck down, causing her to bend. The other hand on her hip held her in position so she was in no doubt on what position she was required to take, that of leaning forward.

His knee went between her legs and caused her to spread her legs. The clothes in her hands fell to the ground. Her juices started to run down her legs, except that she wasn't clear how much of it was what was pooled in her from his fucking. She held the tree and braced herself for what she knew was inevitable.

Narsingh was in a vengeful mood and he held his cockhead at her pussy lips just long enough to lock in on the target. It was one hot, searing thrust as his flesh spread her just fucked and reddened cunt wider than Mahaveer would ever. He drove in with a hard finishing thrust that caused her whole body to jerk and the entire tree set to shudder.

The entire tree rattled as he fucked her hard and ready. One hand on the hips, the other on her shoulder to steady her and the cock pounding in and out steady and heavy.

"How dare she fuck Mahaveer when I am here to take her?" he raged as he fucked her hard. Harder. She was whimpering now. Her knees were trembling and her cunt was grabbing at his cock.



Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping image of Mahaveer and her lips were between her teeth to prevent a squeal that might wake up her husband. His hand reaching under and grabbing the hanging breast put paid to that. The nipple was roughly twisted and pulled. "Was this nipple touched by him just a short while ago?" he wondered. Punish the nipple for giving her pleasure he thought vengefully as he milked and pulled at the nub of flesh.

She mewled and thrust back and her hand reached behind to clutch at his ass, urging him on into her. The squealing sound would have normally had him ask if he had hurt her. But not today. Today he twisted the nipple and pulled at the breast as if he were milking the udder of a farm cow. He felt the lower part of her tummy ripple in a wave in response to the mauling of her tit. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stuffed her fist in to prevent any sounds escaping.

"Narsingh!" she pleaded. "Let's go behind another tree, we are at too much at risk here. I will give you what you want and take you in any which way you please" she begged as she thrust back at his marauding cock.

She twisted and rotated her hips hoping to trigger an orgasm in him. But she knew that nothing was going to come of it. Nevertheless she was duty bound to try tame this monstrous cock before her husband woke up and looked into the mirror, only to find his petite demure wife, fucking a old watch man right behind him.

Narsingh laughed cynically. He pulled out his cock and paused for an instant. He looked down and saw an angry red cockhead. She gasped loudly in protest and her hips thrust back in frantic search for the fulfilling pillar of flesh that helped her feel so full and complete.

His hand took hold of his cock and he re-entered her hard and quick. "You cannot take that vacuum, you slxx! Admit it!" he hissed as he fucked her hard and furious. Each thrust ended with a big shove which translated to a clattering from the contents of the sideboard. Her fingers dug into the furniture to steady her body to the animal pounding.


"Take this, you bitxx!" he muttered as he fucked her.  She shoved back harder. When his cock was out she thrust back to take in the heated pillar of flesh into her womb.

 

Mandakini recollects the images of a white lady in a porn movie being fucked ruthlessly by a black stud not heeding to her huge moans and cries that the entire film unit must have enjoyed watching and shooting.  Narsingh would sure qualify to replace those BBC (Big Black Cock) men !!!


In between she looked in panic at the sleeping form in the mirror. Mahaveer stirred. His head lifted up and seemed to look towards the mirror.

Narsingh in the meanwhile was pressed hard against her ass and now with both hands clutching her ass pulled back. He seethed as he felt the ravaged cunt lips pull at his cock. He shuddered. It was incredible. Through the haze of lust and confusion in his brain he too noticed the stirring form in the mirror. Mandakini was moaning, thrusting back, and frantically looking around to ensure no one was coming from any where in that forest.

Mahaveer seemed to be watching, his head was definitely up but it was impossible to be sure.

"Awwwwwwwww Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" she groaned as his fingers reached down. He touched her clit. He touched his own cock as it slid in and out. He found her blood engorged sensitive spot and stroked it. "Okay, you bastard! Take! Take! Take! Take! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she thrashed about.

Her cunt grabbed and gobbled at his pounding cock. She moved her hips in small circles. The entire cock was rotated around enhancing his pleasure even as the cunt lips ravaged the cockhead.

His self control was ready to desert him. He threw his head back and thrust in hard and deep.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she went as she felt the skin of his cock pull back fully and the cockhead swell to impossibly large proportions. She leaned forward and back, expertly and sliding her flesh all over the penis, massaging it over all of its surface.

 

He pulled out his ravaging cock at the last minute. The spurt of semen was flowing over her pussy. She laughed in delight and a long groan followed as she enjoyed the warmth spreading through her. Her cunt throbbed and milked the spewing cock.

They both shuddered. He jolted several times as his extra sensitive cockhead was pummelled by the twitching cunt. Each jolt made her gasp. She reached behind and dug her nails into his buttock holding him close.

He pressed himself deep into her and held himself there. He luxuriated in the wide expanse of skin contact between them. His thighs on the back of her thighs, his stomach on her ass, his chest grazing her as he leaned forward on top of her and his hands everywhere.

She wiggled her hips as all caution deserted her and she gave in fully to his and her pleasure. Nothing else mattered than him. That was how it was with him. Because her pleasure was all that matter to him. She was so completely taken and taken care of that she could completely take care of him and his needs.

They rocked back and forth as one, the movement causing his softening cock to ride her still pulsating cunt. Copious amounts of fluid flowed forth, ran down her legs.

She sighed in contentment. He raked her back with his nails causing thin red lines. As the sensations subsided, he dug his nails into her full buttocks. It was an act of desperation. He wished he hadn't cum, she would leave now, move on. But that was how the male orgasm was. And her ability to move on post-orgasm went back to that sense of her being sluttish in how she handled both the men in her life.

Sleep flooded his brain as the post-orgasmic relaxation spread through him. He leaned forward on her and she felt him sleeping. She stayed still. His weight on her was a part of the fullness.

The responsible woman in her was now fully awake. She turned towards the mirror which she had turned away from in the height of her mad orgasm. She saw the head lower and the supine form resume its passive shape. Or had she imagined it?  



She wiggled her hips to shake awake Narsingh. His flaccid penis had left her. She reached down and picked up her clothes. And she resumed her walk towards her husband. She had not looked Narsingh in his eyes. It was just a wild animal fuck in the possible know of everyone. Her body just knew it was Narsingh.

There was something mysterious in the all round satisfaction in having taken care of her husband while she herself was fully taken care of by the old watch man Narsingh. She curled to sleep and was soon lost to the world around.....

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this is a story of how two rich women got trapped by the old watch man.. After tasting Mandakini madam in the forest, he wanted to have a quickie with the other lady who is not getting her share of pleasure from the old man

Narsingh came back quickly to the guest house and noticing Roopa madam searching for him, he decided to have a quickie with her before Mandakini and her husband returns back from forest

After seeing the watch man, Roopa asks him “Narsingh, where are you, Ravi sir was searching for you”

Narsingh told some lie ..

“Narsingh, Roopa is insisting that I should take bath with the herbal shampoo powder before we leave. Can you give me one sachet?” , asks Ravinder

Narsingh goes to his hut and comes back with few sachets of herbal shampoo and herbal oil. Giving to Ravi sir he insists that he should apply the oil and let it soak for half hour before taking bath.

As Ravi is going inside bathroom, Roopa asks if he needs any help from Narsingh in giving him bath. Ravi quickly says no and goes into the bathroom

Narsingh understood why Roopa madam insisted her husband to take herbal bath.. it gives us atleast one hour of private time to them.



Roopa came down to lock the main door. She knows Lakshmi won’t come now and Mandakini just now messaged her that they are having fun and it will be a while before they return. As she locked the door and turned back, Narsingh pounced on her, with a safe knowledge of having her under control, she turned her towards him and he made direct eye to eye contact with Roopa madam.  She was pressed between him and dining table with her ass now in direct contact with table.  He took her face in his hands and lifted it towards him and both set of quivering lips came in contact.  At first she was not opening her mouth but after continued pressure she gave in.  

The tongues exchanged touches and saliva with Narsingh moving very expertly between upper and lower lip and tongue.  The hands still were enjoying the well sized and shaped boobies and as the kiss progressed, she relaxed and was fully into the union.  The hands were finding it difficult to decide on which set of globes to be given preference.  They were oscillating between the well rounded ass and beautiful bosom.  In between he was kissing all over her face, her neck, the upper bosom and then back to lips.  With the passionate foreplay in full swing and the deep cut loose top slightly off from her shoulder he looked at 3-4 inches of divine cleavage.  Like an expert he first started kissing the bosom region around the cleavage wetting them thoroughly and then the lick started.  

He placed his tongue at the bottom of visible cleavage and the kiss started.  Millimeter by millimeter he proceeded, filling the cleavage with his rich saliva and savouring in the moment.  He was making love to her like a super lover and the relationship was adding spice to the fun.  He was doing to her what her husband never had been able to.  Most of the times his focus only on the intercourse with little concern on the foreplay.  Narsingh was definitely better than him.  The fuse was off in the Roopa’s mind and she pressed his head into her cleavage and he pressed his hands on her ass globes.

Next 10-15 minutes were heavy duty kisses, both Narsingh and Roopa were lost to the world and didn’t care a damn about Ravi who is taking herbal bath. It gave them enough window to have a quickie.. yes.. his quickie would last one hour. Roopa grabbed his crotch and was mighty impressed with what her hand was holding. Seemed big and thick as always. He pulled her top further down and pulled out her biggish boob and licked & sucked it for quiet a while. 
  
 

How quickly the old man changes the strong willed high class ladies.. a week back when they were checking into the guest house and while pulling the bags out of the car trunk, the ladies didn’t even allow the sniff of his strong dirty bad odor come anywhere closer to them.. and now ? they both are willingly and passionately licking his dirty face and enjoying deep French kiss !!!


This channelized more blood to his cock and brain listened to cock making him drive even faster. Roopa, like a true lover, trying to tease him wriggled out of his clutches and went to grab some water. Roopa went straight to the fridge to get some water.  He did not move, was intrigued by her movements.  She was drinking water and letting a bit fall on her top.  The top was more like a cotton t-shirt straining itself to the full to conceal the ever growing boobs.  He saw that the cotton t-shirt had revealed lack of any bra.  

The top was stuck onto the boobies and the wet nippies stuck out proudly.  He said “you are not wearing any panty”.  She said “what sort of watch man you are – don’t even know the location”.  He smiled and swore to himself that the lady is in for a big time fuck.

He went behind her held her with his arms crossing just under her boobs and brought his face down to kiss the nape and earlobes.  This got her going, if there was ever a need to do this for getting her going.  She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest whilst his hands started the massage of the boobs.  The movement of his crotch behind her got the ass globes into a simple harmonic motion.  Narsingh kept on kissing her, moved to her cheeks and with one hand turned her face towards him and pressed his lips on hers.  

The hand went back to their favoured place of boobs.  The tongues found each other within no time and saliva tasting started.  Very reluctantly one of the hands found its way down on top of her crotch area and pressed her pussy from top of her skirt.  Gentle massage of boobs, pubic region and heavy duty smooching was getting too much for her also and she was getting weak in the knees.  She had small time flings with other boys as well but the effect he had on her was extraordinary.

He lifted her to the bedroom and placed her on the double bed.  It was a sight with her legs towards him and hair covering parts of her face and the top crumbling up to expose the sexy navel.  He just caught the bottom of the skirt and started pulling in down.  The elastic band skirt started its journey south.  The band of the skirt came down to reveal her naked pubic area (as he had guessed) and slowly it covered the journey from thighs to knees to shin and then feet and off it went.  It was a very erotic sight with Roopa with only her top covering her modesty.  You can say, for solidarity, Narsingh also removed his lungee . Even he was only in a shirt.  


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