25-10-2025, 03:22 PM
Saga 10 - Scene 3 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Dipa on the floor, her mouth still tingling from the taste of Usman, her hand gently stroking her own wet clit. Usman lay back against the sofa cushions, his cock glistening, a look of absolute ownership on his face. He watched her fingers move for a moment, then spoke, his voice a low command.
Usman: Dipa, beti... Show me that wet clit you are rubbing.
Dipa didn't hesitate. She rose slowly, gracefully, standing naked before him. She placed her hands on her inner thighs and pulled them wide apart, opening herself completely to his gaze. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening pink, her clit a hard, prominent nub, throbbing visibly.
Dipa: Look, Usman. See how wet I am for you? See how ready I am? This is what you do to me. My cunt is dripping just thinking about your tongue.
Usman: (a low growl) Fucking beautiful. A perfect cunt. Made to be eaten. Made for my cock. But first… I want to taste it properly. Get that sweet slit over here. Come sit on my mouth.
Dipa: Yes… yes, please… I need your tongue… your face buried between my legs…
She stepped forward, positioning herself directly over his face as he lay back on the sofa. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately grinding her wet mound against his mouth before settling down fully, her cunt pressing firmly against his lips and nose.
Usman: Ahhh… ride my face, you slut. Give me that taste. Let me smell your fucking hole.
He opened his mouth wide, his tongue immediately darting out, finding her clit, licking and sucking with a rough, demanding hunger. Dipa cried out, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against his face, rotating her pussy to give him better access.
Dipa: Oh, fuck… Usman… your tongue… it’s… perfect… lick me harder! Eat my cunt out!
Usman: (muffled) Taste so fucking good… like honey and your dirty cunt juice… better than your fucking milk… you love having my face buried in your slit, don’t you?
Dipa: Yes… lick my hole… eat me… make me cum with your mouth… shove your tongue inside me! Deeper!
He obeyed, his tongue working her with an expert, almost cruel skill, moving relentlessly between her clit and her entrance, occasionally dipping lower to tease her asshole with rough licks. Dipa was lost, screaming obscenities, writhing on his face, begging him to make her cum. From the shadows, Sameer watched, his hand furiously stroking his own cock, tears mixing with the sweat on his face as he listened to his wife beg another man to eat her out.
Usman: You like being eaten out by a gangster ? Does it feel better than your pathetic husband’s tongue? He’s probably licked you like the dog he is, right?
Dipa: He’s a dog! You… you are… ahhh… yes, right there! Faster! Lick it faster! Don’t stop! I’m going to… FUCK!
Her body convulsed violently, a long, screaming orgasm ripping through her as she flooded his mouth and face with her copious juices. He didn't pull away; he drank it all, lapping at her greedily, pulling her head down to kiss her deeply afterward, their mouths full of her musky taste.
Usman: Delicious. Fucking delicious. Tastes like the whore you are. But I'm not finished tasting you. Now let me lick the other one. Turn around.
Dipa, still trembling from her orgasm, slowly got off his face. She turned, placing her hands on the armrest of the sofa and bending over, presenting her backside to him.
Dipa: Yes, Usman… lick my shithole too… taste everything… make me completely yours…
He shifted position, kneeling on the sofa behind her. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing her pink, puckered asshole.
Usman: Look at this tight little hole. Has anyone else licked this for you? Or am I the first man to taste your dirty shithole?
Dipa: Only… only Sabina… before… but not like this… please… lick it… put your tongue inside…
Usman: Sabina? My own wife licked your asshole? Fucking hell, you really are a depraved bitch. Good. I like that. Open wider for me.
He buried his face in her crack, his tongue immediately finding her anus. He licked it slowly at first, circling the rim, then began to probe with the tip of his tongue. Dipa gasped, her hips pushing back against his face instinctively.
Usman: Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Like my tongue up your shithole. Feels good having an old man rimming you out?
Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… deeper… please put your tongue deeper…
He pushed his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls, tasting the faint, musky scent of her body. He worked her ass with his tongue for several minutes, bringing her close to another climax just with his mouth on her shithole.
Dipa: I’m… I’m going to cum again… Usman… please… your tongue…
Usman: (pulling his mouth away) No. Not yet. I want you desperate. Now stand up. I’m going to fuck that cunt again. And this time, I won't pull out until you beg me to stop.
She stood on shaky legs, her whole body humming, utterly primed, completely his to use. He stood up, grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock back into her cunt, the sound echoing in the silent room where Sameer watched, broken and utterly enslaved.
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Dipa on the floor, her mouth still tingling from the taste of Usman, her hand gently stroking her own wet clit. Usman lay back against the sofa cushions, his cock glistening, a look of absolute ownership on his face. He watched her fingers move for a moment, then spoke, his voice a low command.
Usman: Dipa, beti... Show me that wet clit you are rubbing.
Dipa didn't hesitate. She rose slowly, gracefully, standing naked before him. She placed her hands on her inner thighs and pulled them wide apart, opening herself completely to his gaze. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening pink, her clit a hard, prominent nub, throbbing visibly.
Dipa: Look, Usman. See how wet I am for you? See how ready I am? This is what you do to me. My cunt is dripping just thinking about your tongue.
Usman: (a low growl) Fucking beautiful. A perfect cunt. Made to be eaten. Made for my cock. But first… I want to taste it properly. Get that sweet slit over here. Come sit on my mouth.
Dipa: Yes… yes, please… I need your tongue… your face buried between my legs…
She stepped forward, positioning herself directly over his face as he lay back on the sofa. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately grinding her wet mound against his mouth before settling down fully, her cunt pressing firmly against his lips and nose.
Usman: Ahhh… ride my face, you slut. Give me that taste. Let me smell your fucking hole.
He opened his mouth wide, his tongue immediately darting out, finding her clit, licking and sucking with a rough, demanding hunger. Dipa cried out, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against his face, rotating her pussy to give him better access.
Dipa: Oh, fuck… Usman… your tongue… it’s… perfect… lick me harder! Eat my cunt out!
Usman: (muffled) Taste so fucking good… like honey and your dirty cunt juice… better than your fucking milk… you love having my face buried in your slit, don’t you?
Dipa: Yes… lick my hole… eat me… make me cum with your mouth… shove your tongue inside me! Deeper!
He obeyed, his tongue working her with an expert, almost cruel skill, moving relentlessly between her clit and her entrance, occasionally dipping lower to tease her asshole with rough licks. Dipa was lost, screaming obscenities, writhing on his face, begging him to make her cum. From the shadows, Sameer watched, his hand furiously stroking his own cock, tears mixing with the sweat on his face as he listened to his wife beg another man to eat her out.
Usman: You like being eaten out by a gangster ? Does it feel better than your pathetic husband’s tongue? He’s probably licked you like the dog he is, right?
Dipa: He’s a dog! You… you are… ahhh… yes, right there! Faster! Lick it faster! Don’t stop! I’m going to… FUCK!
Her body convulsed violently, a long, screaming orgasm ripping through her as she flooded his mouth and face with her copious juices. He didn't pull away; he drank it all, lapping at her greedily, pulling her head down to kiss her deeply afterward, their mouths full of her musky taste.
Usman: Delicious. Fucking delicious. Tastes like the whore you are. But I'm not finished tasting you. Now let me lick the other one. Turn around.
Dipa, still trembling from her orgasm, slowly got off his face. She turned, placing her hands on the armrest of the sofa and bending over, presenting her backside to him.
Dipa: Yes, Usman… lick my shithole too… taste everything… make me completely yours…
He shifted position, kneeling on the sofa behind her. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing her pink, puckered asshole.
Usman: Look at this tight little hole. Has anyone else licked this for you? Or am I the first man to taste your dirty shithole?
Dipa: Only… only Sabina… before… but not like this… please… lick it… put your tongue inside…
Usman: Sabina? My own wife licked your asshole? Fucking hell, you really are a depraved bitch. Good. I like that. Open wider for me.
He buried his face in her crack, his tongue immediately finding her anus. He licked it slowly at first, circling the rim, then began to probe with the tip of his tongue. Dipa gasped, her hips pushing back against his face instinctively.
Usman: Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Like my tongue up your shithole. Feels good having an old man rimming you out?
Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… deeper… please put your tongue deeper…
He pushed his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls, tasting the faint, musky scent of her body. He worked her ass with his tongue for several minutes, bringing her close to another climax just with his mouth on her shithole.
Dipa: I’m… I’m going to cum again… Usman… please… your tongue…
Usman: (pulling his mouth away) No. Not yet. I want you desperate. Now stand up. I’m going to fuck that cunt again. And this time, I won't pull out until you beg me to stop.
She stood on shaky legs, her whole body humming, utterly primed, completely his to use. He stood up, grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock back into her cunt, the sound echoing in the silent room where Sameer watched, broken and utterly enslaved.
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