Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Oct 21)

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Even though Richa closed her window and went to bathroom to freshen up, there is another pair of eyes watching what the power landlord is doing with a brave, beautiful young maid.

 

The arrogant maid rested back on the trunk and made it easier by bending her knees. Instinctively, this young woman who had no previous sexual experience worth mentioning lifted her legs.

She pulled at his garment, undoing it to the point his cock was bare and exposed. Veer lifted her level up to where his cock was nosing at her pussy. The wetness between them was obvious as cock and cunt kissed. The maid held on to her Babuji's shoulders to hoist herself. Veer maneuvered his hips to try and snag his cockhead in her crotch.

And as the manhood that she had so challenged touched her, the maid knew that she was going to be torn asunder by the monster. She grunted and squealed as she tried to spread herself more. The cockhead nosed apart the wet but inexperienced cunt. Veer's strong hands held her in his grip. He brought her over the cock and wiggled her. It had the effect of smearing her cunt on his cock head. But he held her there, like a threat. He was unsure of what to do next.

Through the haze of intense excitement, she too realized that this was the father of the man she was to marry. She could not fuck him. At least, she ought not to.

"Babuji?" she asked.

"What shall we do beti?" he asked, addressing her in the fashion a man would address his daughter-in-law

"Let go of me!" she whispered, as she hoisted herself up further, and with wet lips spoke into his ear.

"And your challenge?" he asked.

"I have been answered, I think," she replied, "and have also shown you how womanly I am."



"What kind of man and woman could control themselves in this situation?" he asked her, his head bending to lip her nipples. He brushed his proud moustache against her skin and lips ran over the sweet, fruit-like offerings.

"A father-in-law and a daughter-in-law?" she asked, reaching between them and painting her furrow with the dripping wet cock.

"So you are accepting my offer to join me in the guest house for a night?" he asked, tasting the salt of the day's sweat on her breasts. He continued licking at her and tonguing her nipples. Those breasts felt so full, so ripe and so tasty!

She looked down at the man devouring her and felt shots of electricity race to her cunt from her nipples. The question of spending night with him lay unresolved.

The maid reached up for the lower branches of the mango tree and pulled herself up. Veer felt his large powerful hands lose control of her as her weight rose off him. She hovered over his cock now, completely in charge of her own body, ready to resolve the issue of her marriage by conquering him.

The new raised position of her body allowed him to suck in more of her breasts and she was wet now with his saliva. His fingers, free from holding up her weight, pulled at her cunt lips from either direction. The moment the maid felt the cockhead at her gateway, she let her body down and impaled the waiting monstrosity that his cock was.

It was a brave thing to do, for a virgin cunt to slam down on such a weapon of a cock. But ignorance is bliss and the deed was done. The pain was unbearable as her cunt seared open to the hot cock plunging up. Her weight carried her on and she could not stop herself. The cunt sank fully and he was up in her womb, twitching and pulsating before she could even register the fuck.

Veer howled with pleasure as he felt the velvet sleeve of the virgin cunt grip his cock. Sensations ripped through his being and he briefly felt her hymen resist even as he tore into her. Now more of her weight transferred to his hands and he held her as she quivered and shuddered on her crucifix. The insides of her thighs tensed to an unbearable point of pain in reflex. She let her body settle and relax, shivering and shuddering.

As she whimpered he held her steady, knowing she must be in pain. Her virginity was torn apart in brutal fashion. She clung to him. Tears welled up in her eyes and as the sensations gave way to pleasure, she actually wanted to feel all of that again. It seemed impossible, why would anyone want to feel that brutal pain and stretching again? But nature took over and her instincts made her want more. 

Once again, her weight transferred to her hands and his hands were freer now to manipulate her body again. Veer ripped off what was left of her blouse and let it drop to the bed of leaves below.

As she lifted herself up, her body stretched out magnificently. He saw the ripple of well toned arms as her hands stretched upward. The arms led to the round of her shoulders. Her muscles were taut with the stress of lifting up her body and flowed into her breasts which were stretched and pouting upward as her body was one long stretch of flesh from torso to fingertips.

Light played games on the curves, the hills and valleys of her breasts, shoulder, stomach and thighs. Her body glistened and Veer marveled at the woman's young taut and flexible body.



She sank down on his cock for the second time, this time with more assurance and she felt a surge of fluid flow out of her. Veer felt his own pubic hair soak and the fluid race down his balls and thighs. It could have been blood or it could have been her juices. He did not have any way of knowing and he did not care.

His hands cupped her ass and gratefully accepted her weight, while her flesh opened out fully once again and settled down around his aching cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she hissed as her cunt distended and filled up to the neck of her womb. She laughed and threw her head back, her eyes closed, savouring the massaging of flesh on flesh.

Now she lifted and dropped herself again. And again, and again. "Take that, Babuji! Take that you animal! Take that!" she repeated over and over again with every thrust and parry of her body down on his waiting cock.

As she lifted and dropped herself, the branches of the mango tree sagged and bowed. Her thrusts were met by the rustle of leaves as she humped him. The branches shook and the leaves told their own tale with every thrust down of Veer's daughter-in-law down on her father-in-law's cock.

Veer gave himself up to the intense pleasure of being sheathed by a tight virgin cunt. His cock was broad and head round and was well gripped by most of the pussies he had encountered. But this was a near-first and the tightness was maddening.

He gripped her ass cheeks and decided that he must drive the pleasure process for a few thrusts. He lifted her up, higher, aided by her own efforts, and when she least expected it, let her down with no support on her way down. The thrusting of the cock into her cunt was more powerful than ever and the maid started to sob in pleasure.

Her back was raw from the abrasions from the tree trunk. Her thighs aching from the impossibly wide stretch. Her muscles were sore from the sudden and brutal exercise. But her cunt wanted more. And more she took. And gave.

The fucking became more and more violent as each tried to undo the other. Soon the grunts and cries, and the rustling of leaves was joined by the thumping sound of mangoes hitting the ground. Young mangoes were being dislodged by the vigorous shaking of branches and the fruit were landing on the bed of leaves below with thumps.

The wild couple tried to slow down their tempo and bring some rhythm to try save the mangoes, and more importantly, to avoid attracting attention. But the sexual chemistry was too violent to tame.

And soon they had attention.

"Who is that stealing our mangoes?" called out Veer's wife Jyothi

Both of them froze. The maid let go of the branches and put her arms around Veer's shoulders and hoisted herself on, but in the process she was almost entirely off his cock. Her legs were no longer spread out as she had managed before. There fore she clung on to his shoulder and tried to avoid slipping down on his cock. She was sure she would be torn apart if she did not spread herself out and she didn't want to risk that.

She tried to let her legs down but Veer would have none of it. He gripped her thighs hard and kept her around his hips. There was a struggle of him wanting to plunge back into her hut throbbing pussy and she wanting to avoid getting plundered open.

 

As she tried to keep off and he tried to thrust up into her, he looked towards the house only to see his wife peering towards the mango tree. He walked with girl wrapped around him away from the house, beyond the mango tree, towards the cowshed at the back. With each step was a shuffle of feet and leaves gave away his movements. With each step was the bouncing of her body and the cunt nosed, rode, or sank, to varying extents at varying times on his bobbing cock.

The wife walked towards the mango trees, "Who is there?"

"Haaaah!" came a low scream from the maid as in one his steps Veer speared her fully. He felt good when he sank in fully, for he could hardly bear the waiting. For the next few steps he was nestled in her and the progress to the shed was slower. But it was more pleasurable as they jiggled and fucked with every move. The maid's eyes were on the moving form of her mother-in-law and she quickly whispered to her Babuji, "Take us away quickly, we will fuck later, elsewhere. Stop now!"

The urgency in her voice was not lost on Veer, he lifted her off his cock and staggered towards the cowshed. As soon as they were in, he rested his aching arms by letting her lean on a buffalo. The maid let her arms rest and spread herself back on the buffalo, her ass still in Veer's hands. Immediately,  Veer fucked her hard and fast giving himself relief from the build up caused by the interruption at the mango grove.

The squelching sounds and the whimpering from the fucking filled the shed and the buffalo shuffled its feet under the powerful thrusts from Veer. The maid grabbed Veer's shoulders as she lost balance. Once again she was wrapped around his hips fucking him hard.

Nothing, it seemed nothing, could hold them back from fucking. They just had to try to tame one another and intense lust had gripped them.

Now they heard footsteps outside the cowshed. There was only one way for Veer to prevent his wife from entering the shed. He carried the maid to the door of the shed so that she leaned on the door, making it difficult, if not impossible for anyone to push it in and enter.

It also allowed him to continue to fucking her, for he felt he would go mad if the thrusting were to stop. He just had to have that hot, wet, bubbling cunt ride him. Now, as he thrust, the thump of her body against the metal door became the drumbeat of their lust. Their fucking tapped its rhythm on the metal. The maid's fingers were over the top of the door as she reached up and behind to steady herself.



"Veer! You animal!" she hissed.

"You whore!" he snarled at her, fucking her up twice harder for good measure.

"Who is that?" came up a voice from real close.

"It's me! Go away from here!" replied the Veer gruffly.

Jyothi recognized the voice of the man who no one dared defy and stopped short. Those fingers which she spotted on the top of the door were not a man's. The feet which she could see at the foot of the door were pointing towards the door and were here husband's.

The door itself was bending as if pressure were being applied on it and with each bend, came a thump. The thumps came in a rhythm she had once been accustomed to, though not lately, leaving her in no doubt as to what was going on. What she did not, and could not know, was who.

But that was not such a big matter for she knew her husband fucked at will. Discreet, and resigned over the years to the ways of his feudal lordship she moved off, and maintained a watch from afar.

As the footsteps receded, both Veer and the maid needed to rest their limbs and he allowed her to slide down, all along the metal door. Her descending body yanked his cock downwards till it eventually slid out, and sprang up when released, smearing itself on her belly. Then as she slid further, it nestled against her breasts. Veer held her by her armpits, luxuriating in the warmth of the valley of her breasts. And then her face was in his groin.

(.) (.)

The time is almost 10 AM and Veer didn’t see his daughter Sheethal come down for breakfast while he can see Richa who for some reason is silent and aloof and is with Jyothi in the kitchen avoiding him



Veer went upstairs  to Sheethal’s room, he found her still sleeping, as he knocked the door, Sheethal woke up and looked back to smile at papa.. She nodded at him to come in.. As he came and sat on the edge of the bed next to her, she pulled him onto her and kissed good morning on his cheeks and asked “papa.. why these formalities.. do you need to knock the door to come to my room ? also why are you hesitating to greet me with a good morning kiss ?”

Veer still feeling uncomfortable laid on the bed next to her and said “beti.. you are not a kid any more and you are grown up and its not appropriate for a father to hug, kiss grown up daughter any more”, while saying so she noticed a shiver in his voice. Sheethal got angry and got up and sat on his big stomach and said “papa.. I am still a kid to you.. every daughter is always a kid to her father even though she is grown up and married.. why are you thinking like this ? something has changed, before I left to USA you are not like this.. tell me papa.. did I make any mistake ?”

The innocence, cuteness in her face melted him.. he tried to be normal like an year ago and pulled up his phone and shown few good morning pics he received from Sheethal today and yesterday

 



“Sheethal.. why are you like this? These are very much inappropriate and bold. I don’t want my sweet, cute, innocent daughter to be seen like this”

Sheethal knew papa will raise this topic.. with a smiling face, she leaned forward on him and resting her face on his vast chest replied “papa.. I am doing modelling as a part time job, its common in USA to do some part time job to cover expenses”.  Veer lifting her chin up , asked “beti.. part time job ? we have more than 100 crore rupees, why do you need to do such chillar jobs that too exposing your body?”

Sheethal understood , issue is not about doing a job, issue is about exposing the body. But she wanted to hear that from her father.. “papa.. in USA its common to be brave , even for girls.. its all done professionally, they all give respect to models.. its not like India”.  His thoughts are on all the foreign models he enjoyed with and that’s why he is never comfortable her daughter to get into that mess.. every thing starts professionally only.. later things will change.. why to take risk

Rubbing her tender cheeks with his fingers, he says “Sheethal.. its papa’s request.. stop doing such photo shoots.. take up another passion.. look at Richa’s pics.. so much homely and cute.. all girls should be like her.. god has sent beautiful girls to the earth for being nice and gentle and share her love, kindness to her family.. not outsiders”



Sheethal can understand , being from such a feudalistic society, papa cant think beyond this.. for him , women are kids producing machines.. every girl should stop studying after certain age, get married to a waste fellow, quench his desires and burry all your feelings, aspirations and limit yourself to kitchen and produce babies, make the husband and family happy.. that’s all..



Girls cant go out and explore her passions.. girls cant expose her beauty and show to world what she has.. girls have to be royal and always be with a single man.. girls cant ask questions.. they cant raise their voice.. or else they will end up dead in the river or on train track..

Being beautiful is a sin ? being elegant is wrong ? if a normal girl in this backward district is being portrayed like that, then there is some justification.. but being in an advanced society like USA, still girls cant express themselves ?

Lot of questions in her mind.. she loves her body.. she loves her family too.. cant both loves co-exist?

“papa.. this is a very serious subject.. one thing I guarantee you, I will never do anything that will bring bad name to you.. trust me.. I am still  single.. I am still virgin.. Just because I am in USA , don’t think I am like other models.. I don’t know why you don’t like models.. anyway, I will stop this profession. I am giving you promise.. I love myself, I love to explore myself, I love being, looking beautiful, brave, bold. Papa, don’t compare me with Richa.. each is on her own.. Again, let me be myself, I wont bring any bad name to you.”

Veer sees she is trying to hold her tears.. he looks into her eyes and says “beti.. I don’t want you suppress your passions, desires. Be brave and beautiful. But don’t get into modelling profession, it’s a dirty  world, looks like a beautiful mirror house from outside as its glamorous. I  want you to be independent and explore your self, that’s why I sent you to USA.. anyway get ready.. its late already”

Sheethal gets up and picks up towel and goes to bathroom.

Veer is still waiting in the room still thinking about how he treated the sexy bold adult movie stars from USA , fucking them mercilessly and treating them like animals not giving any respect to them



After a while Sheethal comes out, surprised to see papa still there.  While drying up her hair, she says “papa.. I want to clarify this to you.. being bold is not a sin and looking cute and traditional doesn’t guarantee you anything .. Richa looks like a girl next door, but do you know she is a virgin ? I am not demeaning her character, its her choice. I may look bold and brave, but I can tell you I am still a virgin.. so looks are deceptive. I like to be what I am and same is with Richa.. we both love you papa.. we are girls.. want to be pampered, loved by our family, that’s why we came here on vacation.. this paternal love is what I missed in last one year”

Veer is not a perfect man.. but definitely he is a perfect family man !!!


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