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

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Let’s dwell into Narsingh’s life after the hot rich proud married women Roopa, Mandakini left the guesthouse after their vacation

Life is not same now for the 70 year old watch man. He is unable to forget those beautiful moments, never ever thought he could see such beautiful married voluptuous women from such close distance, forget about even touching them. From such state to ordering them to kneel in front of him .. with their husbands relaxing in opposite room.. to suck and get his never satisfied dick to stand up.. how was it even possible ? it all looks like a dream to him

He can’t believe his luck that such hot chicks fell for his charm.  What did they like in such a ugly looking old watch man like me? They are from royal family with rich, influential husbands and father, yet they stooped so low to suck my dirty smelling yet long, thick cock? Its beyond my imagination, he thought



Whenever he goes behind the kitchen backyard, he still sees Roopa mesaab still there lurking behind the wall seducing him.. this is where he seduced her first time while fixing the broken switch board.. the accidental fall from ladder with his semi erect dick pushing directly into her wide open mouth stuck in shock and awe, after tasting the rather salty dirty thick cock, she seemed to have liked that taste and that’s the beginning of a week long love making sessions in carefully chosen hiding spots in the vast forest.

Mandakini madam is somewhat easy to fall for him with Lakshmi helping her plant seeds of motherhood in her mind.. the oozing pussy juices even before inserting his cock in her cute looking wobbly pussy was  a testament to how much she liked him to lay the foundation for a long fruitful motherhood..



With all these thoughts, it took him a week to completely become normal… normal he is.. but completely lost the hunger for sex.. who will want to the grass after tasty biryani? Lakshmi tried to seduce him many times. He was not interested at all. But a player like him needed some practice to the keep the game skills in tact. So routinely made sex with Lakshmi.



Narsingh got many opportunities to fuck many ladies in the village and also some beautiful B grade adult movie stars when they came for shooting in the woods.. he is choosy now, never wanted to dip his cock in any dirty pond. Its not that he lost all his cravings for sex, he has several fantasies still unfulfilled, so he is waiting patiently for his prey

One day Vennela brought her friend Fathima whom she met in the tribal trade fair. Narsingh is not the type to talk much. That too with ladies. Vennela told her father few things and she left.



Narsingh would never use guesthouse for his private work. All guests must be cleared by the badaa saab. So he took Fathima  to his hut.

Long story short… Fathima is from a poor orthodox family, stopped education midway and was married to a rich d u b a i  sh.. ake

It’s a common practice to get younger daughters married off in exchange of huge sum.. so the young girl was taken by her husband to d u b a i…  after marriage she found out the rich old man has issues with his libido, he already has several such wives and he had fantasy to make love to young girls, even that didn’t work well.. all he could last was couple of minutes and the orthodox society never allowed her to look at any other man beyond her husband

She somehow wanted to escape from the shackles of suppressive sh.. ake but it’s very risky for her life. However she could convince her aged husband to go to India for a brief vacation.  Here in India she is desperately looking for a special man to satisfy her biological needs discreetly.




Narsingh is not interested in her sob story, but while having sex with her realized how much sex hungry she was, he never thought such an orthodox  wife can be so good in bed.. all the suppression, oppression made her to erupt her feminine juices which he noticed are genuine, not fake.. the moans are for real.. the love bites are genuine.. the hunger for wild sex is true.. the desires, the passion, the stamina are clearly visible, he never thought such type of girls would even touch man’s cock with tongue.. mostly sex for them is lower her kurthi and close her eyes and get fucked in missionary.

But the way she has taken his dirty cock into her rather small but warm mouth and sucked all she could grab (without touching with teeth) has reminded him of the rich hot ladies that he enjoyed with recently. Fathima is a sex machine, he realized to his surprise. Even wanting and drinking his hot load of semen? shittt.. this is beyond his imagination and this had ignited and brought his wild, recently suppressed desires to the forefront and put his junior to good use. After a long time!!!

A wild fantasy is fulfilled..  the bird has left fully satisfied next day morning.. leaving behind the need and desire for the old man to search for the right women to take care of his unfulfilled fantasies.. which are not many but are very important nonetheless ..  for a 70 year old man, it doesn’t matter how many different pussies or how many times he fucked.. what matters at this age before breathing  his last breath is ticking as many boxes as possible.. some of the boxes are..

Suppressed orthodox married women

Virgin pussy (rare to find one these days)

Videshi girls born to white cocks

Sexy high class models

Cheating wife in front of her husband

Let’s see how many boxes this 70 year old watch man will tick before he hangs up his boots !!!

Now going back Fathima’s episode ..

Narsingh was surprised as he knew this would happen as it did with most of his lovers, irrespective of where they came from. He knew if she felt stretched now, she would feel ruptured when he finally would fuck her. With that thought in mind, he continued to finger her, trying to get her used to even a thicker thing going inside her. But the way she is responding sportively is surprising to him

Lowering his head down, he sucked on her nipples and Fathima bucked and jumped as another strong orgasm hit her. This was the limit of orgasms she ever had in a single session but those weren’t as strong as these ones coming in from a old a r a b  sh ake

He licked her juices off his fingers after he was done and relished them and watched her tremble from another mind blowing orgasm. She was ready he thought and got off the bed.

Fathima was still reeling from that orgasm and her struggling to regain her composure. She heard the bed creek and she somehow managed to open her eyes to see Narsingh walking to get some thing.  

She heard him shuffling through his bag and then heard it zip close. He turned around and she saw a condom in his hand. She shivered at the sight. At last it was happening. Something she so desperately tried to avoid. In spite of years of her husband’s impotence, she had maintained her fidelity and the sanctity of her marriage.

She was proud of not straying where as some of her friends had, intentionally or in the heat of the moment. She too thought this was just a spur of the moment thing and tried to calm her jittery nerves. She tried hard to get the thoughts of her husband, her marriage and everything else that was dear to her out of her head.

The naked old man with a monster cock pushed away any thoughts that came to her mind. The bed creaked as Narsingh crawled on it and soon his body was above hers. His lean frame completely enveloped her petite body.

Narsingh knew that she was completely under his control but he still couldn’t take things for granted. He gently kissed her, trying to make the kiss as passionate as he could so to wash away any last minute jitters she could have. He just didn’t want to ruin what he had finally came his way.

As his thick chocolate brown lips munched on hers, she slowly slid back into the erotic trance, waiting for her new found lover to take her to new highs of erotic pleasure. Narsingh was so engrossed in kissing this beautiful woman under him that he almost forgot the task at hand.

Somehow, with great effort, he managed to break apart from her loving embrace. He sat up between her legs, his cock pointing straight at her face. She too raised herself on her elbows to see and was mighty impressed with what she saw.

He tore open the cover with his tooth and picked out the condom. This is it, Fathima thought as she saw him place the condom on the tip of his cock. He stopped, looked at her and smiled.

“Why don’t you help me put it on.” He said.  In fact Narsingh never used condom until he encountered those two beautiful ladies. He wanted to fuck this orthodox sex starved lady without protection, so he quickly removed it

Pushing her back on the bed, he raised her legs and placed them on his thighs, giving him room to move further in between her legs. His thick cock brushed against her pussy lips making her shiver and moan. He continued his tease, rubbing up and down her slit.

Fathima had her eyes closed and sighed in pleasure. But just then she moaned and her eyes popped open. She sat back up and saw the tip of his cock had pushed inside her. A truly magnificent sight indeed; she had finally been taken by another man. She had crossed the threshold of the sanctity of her marriage. She had not followed the God’s word but had chosen the path of the devil.

  

She gasped and threw her head back as he pushed another inch inside her and each subsequent inch evoked the same reaction till just a minute later she thought he was all in. She felt so because he was way past till where her husband reached and felt stuffed like never before.

She opened her eyes and watched wide eyed in shock that he was only half way through. She was sure that if he moved any further, he would split her open and pull out her entrails. Narsingh too realised this was going to be the maximum he’d push inside her at least for the moment. He pulled out slowly and saw a thick coat of her juices sticking to his shaft. He then pushed back, albeit slowly just to make her used to his length and girth.


“Aaahh…Uhhh…Aaahhh….” Fathima moaned as he humped her. After taking a couple of minutes to set his pace and to make her used to him, he had picked up a notch. Her legs were on his shoulders which made him go a little deeper.

“Hmmpff…Huuhhh…Yeahhhh” He grunted as he ploughed into her soft, warm cunt.

Her eyes were closed, head thrown back; her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. She was experiencing pure bliss, a state of sexual nirvana. He pushed her legs behind his back and lowered down to clasp her engorged nipple between his lips.

Beads of sweat pooled on his head and trickled down as his body shook rapidly. She kissed the top of his bald head as a loving acknowledgement of the pleasure and the experience he was giving her. He slowed down just a little to move up and kiss her returning the gesture.

Narsingh slowed down just a bit to enjoy her wet mouth and the sloppy kiss. Their kisses were getting more and more passionate. From the reluctant kisser a while ago to a frantic kisser a few minutes ago, Fathima was now kissing him like he was a long lost lover she had finally found.

He pulled up to pick up pace and that gave Fathima a chance to perk her head up to see below. She bellowed a moan seeing his thick cock piston in and out of her.  

She was a married woman and was supposed to be faithful to just one man, her husband. But all that was irrelevant right now. Her husband was thousands of miles away  and she was here, in the arms of another man.

Narsingh for a second thought about changing positions. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her like a bitch which was almost instinctive to him. But every time that thought was quashed by just a glance at her.

Her beautiful face, her expressive eyes which winced and grimaced from each stroke. The straight nose which crinkled with the wince, its nostril flaring every time she inhaled sharply. The beautiful pink lips which always enticed him for a kiss, the small chin. The beautiful auburn hair. She was so feminine, so beautiful that all he wanted to do was look at her, kiss her and fuck her.

Narsingh started fucking her harder, a change from the steady pace that was set. A few hard strokes inside her triggered the long awaited orgasm. She started moaning louder than she did, her body started shaking and shivering more than it did. Looking at her getting close, he hammered into her as hard as he could.

“Aaahaaaaa…. Haaa…yeaaaaahhh…” Fathima screamed as the orgasm approached.



Seeing his shy, reluctant lover suddenly turn vocal turned him on a little too much, triggering his own orgasm. He bucked and moved faster and deeper. A few strokes and she was off the edge. She screamed as loud as she could before it turned into a whimper. She arched her back, her eyes turned as the orgasm hit her. She shivered and bucked like a possessed woman.

Seeing in her state, Narsingh couldn’t control himself. A few hard thrusts later, he too grunted loudly, emptying his nuts in her womb. He collapsed on her, heaving and panting while she too cooed and moaned from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He nuzzled her neck, placed soft kisses on her cheek and then finally looked at her after which another deep, passionate kiss followed.

Narsingh needed no further invitation. He sat up and simply flipped her over, giving another demonstration of the great strength that he possessed. He propped her up on her fours and in just a few short seconds, was humping her from behind.

Grabbing on to her fleshy ass and the gorgeous, curvy waist, Narsingh pounded away. He was fucking her faster, deeper and harder than the last time, trying to push her limits and to open her up with each thrust of his pelvis. The feel of her soft skin, her moist cunt was pure bliss. Her moans, grunts and whimpers were like a beautiful symphony.

He noticed the tiny gold waist chain on her. It was an anniversary gift her opulent husband had given her a year ago. She had worn it for this special vacation. It was just another thing intended for the one person and being enjoyed by another.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and started hammering her cunt. She wailed in pleasure; her eyes closed and her head pointing down at the bed. He pulled her up and hugged her from behind, not for a second changing the tempo of his stroking.

That tight embrace and the kisses on her neck were so welcome to her. She turned her head towards him and they kissed. She grabbed his head from behind pulling him for a deeper kiss. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, pulling her erect nipples with is thick fingers.

That tingling feeling started growing her in stomach and she realized and orgasm was on its way. She was impaled on his cock and she could feel it slide inside her. She started shivering and screaming. Sensing her impending orgasm, Narsingh fucked her harder, making her screams reverberate through the dark room.

“Ohhhh…. Gawwwdddd….” She screamed from the orgasm.

“Yeah…yeahhh…scream like that” Narsingh moaned seeing her cum.

“Yeahhh…Aaaaahhhh…. Aaaaahhh…” Fathima moaned as she started feeling another orgasm build inside her.

It had been a solid twenty minutes since he was fucking her. He had not slowed down for even a second and maintained a steady rhythm. Fathima wasn’t used to this; she was used to being fucked for 2 minutes at most which her husband did on his best day and if he did pull that off, a second round was out of the question. 

But right now she had been fucked for a second time in a matter of hours and the session was tiringly long. Even though she was exhausted, she admired the old watch man’s stamina and hoped he’d continue ravishing her aching body longer.

The bed creaked violently and added to that, both of them screamed, moaned and grunted. She was sure that their loud love making would be giving his wife Lakshmi a sleepless night or perhaps encourage her to build up her own passion.

‘Phaat’ rang the loud slap through the room. Narsingh had just spanked her with his flat hand. The slap stung her and she moaned but did not stop him.

Encouraged, he spanked her again evoking another sharp moan from her. Her jiggling ass was so mesmerizing that he just couldn't stop himself. He slapped and slapped, increasing the force with each subsequent one and Fathima did nothing but moan louder and louder with each slap.

“You like that…huhhh…” He grunted.

“Hmmmmmm….” She whimpered.

“Say ittttt…” He yelled before slapping her ass really hard.

“Aaaaaahhhh…Yesssss…. Yesssss…I loveeee itttttt...Aaaaahh...” Fathima screamed acknowledging for the first time in words how much she was loving all this. Hearing her cum noisily, stirred his balls. He could feel the jizz rising inside his balls.

She was well on her way to be the obedient slut he wished her to be. Her loud moans were just an acceptance of the fact that he owned her at that moment. Fathima’s thoughts were clouded, all she could think of the unimaginable pleasure this man was giving her; something she had never witnessed, something she had so inertly craved all these years.

And with the last tight slap on her ass, she came. She wailed, her scream muffled by the pillow in which she had dug her face. Her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. Her body shivered with the same intensity and fervor as it did for the first orgasm.

“Aaaaaahh…. Fuckkkkk…. Jaaaammmessss….” She screamed his name as the orgasm swept over her. She collapsed on the bed while Narsingh continued fucking her as hard, though he too was close to finishing.

Narsingh had held on valiantly for his woman but now watching her scream his name while her body shuddered, made his dam burst too. The urgency of his orgasm was so intense that he never had the chance to pull out.

“Aarrrrgghhhhhhh….” He groaned as he collapsed on her, burying his cock deep inside her. His seed gushed from his balls and straight into her waiting womb. Even though she was in a state of sexual nirvana, Fathima could clearly feel her pussy stretched and being filled up by his gushing jizz. Instead of feeling alarmed, she quietly resigned with a smile as she felt ropes after ropes of this thick cum spilling out of his cock and into her pussy.

His body covered her tiny, naked frame. He parted her sweat soaked hair and buried his head in her neck and kissed it as lovingly as he could, in stark contrast to the relentless and savage fucking he had just given her. Their wet bodies embraced each other as they stayed still and silent, only hearing each other’s thumping heart beats and heavy breaths. She cooed as she felt his limp cock stroking her spasming pussy.



Is this a dream? Fathima thought, hoping that if it was, it never ends. Narsingh too had a similar thought. He had never thought that he’d end up bedding this very shy, fiercely conservative woman. Her reluctance, her fear and her amazing body had drawn him to her.

He had fought her inhibitions, wrestled with her morals and broken down the walls of fidelity just to enjoy the bounties of her naked body. And by god had he enjoyed them.  

He slid off her and laid down on next to her. She slid in to his arms, resting her head on his chest. Her hands caressed his flat stomach, his rippled chest while his large hand slowly ran though her hair and caressed her smooth back.

Her eyes fixed on his glistening cock and she was tempted. She slid down popped his cock inside her mouth. As she sucked him, she tasted what was heady mix of their combined juices. She smiled to herself, making a note of how much she had changed in a matter of hours. What seemed impossible had just become a reality.

After sucking his dirty cock clean, she laid her head back on his chest. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was dawn. A hint of sun light was creeping inside the room, the birds were chirping and she realised that she had just pulled off an all-night romp with her new found lover, a 70 year old watch man.

She realized that his hand had stopped moving and looked up to him. He was deep asleep. She smiled knowing well he needed the much deserved rest after putting up a performance of a lifetime. She moved up to him and gently kissed his lips before embracing him tightly and drifting into a deep sleep