10-01-2019, 04:51 PM
Bhaskar reached down the front of her dress and pulled the bra out. As Mansi felt the twin cups holding her boobs in place get pulled up, she reflexively put her arms across her chest. The bra had been pulled out and thrown on the side. And that motion had made one breast, the left one, spill out of her dress. The right one stayed partially hidden under the dress.
"What are you holding your arms like that for? I can already see your ass and cunt." Bhaskar chuckled.
Quietly, Mansi lowered her arms. Her face was red with shame and arousal. Dutt had been watching all this unfold, a little surprised and also pleased that the young housewife was playing along. She still did not seem enthusiastic about Bhaskar's presence. But she had already taken his dick in her mouth, let him manhandle her, and even after that, was kneeling their quietly.
She tried to pull her dress up to cover her exposed tit, but Bhaskar said
"Leave it the way it is. And get back to sucking my dick. Hands behind your back."
Dutt looked blissfully at his latest conquest. He remembered the woman she had been a few months ago, too shy to even let him hold her arm in public. And that same woman was here, practically naked with that red dress pulled up over her ass, her underwear removed, and one tit hanging out of the dress, sucking the dick of a man she had just met. He noticed that the exposed nipple was hard. From his fingers, he already knew she was wet and aroused. He realized that maybe being treated in this dominant and demeaning way turned her on even more.
He raised his hand and spanked her on her right ass cheek hard. She let out a little yelp but still kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking Bhaskar's dick.
"I love the way her ass jiggles." Bhaskar smiled. "Do it again. Yeah, now the other one."
Dutt rained down spanks on the young woman's creamy buttocks like she was some errant student. He loved how the complexion of her ass was such that after each spank, his palm print would appear on it in pink. He had been rock hard for a while. He couldn't wait any more.
Mansi was grimacing and yelping at each blow on her ass, but also enjoying what Dutt was doing. Until a few months ago, her sex life was limited to the shortlived sex, mostly missionary style, with her husband in a dark bedroom. Here she was, acting almost like a porn star, practically naked and sucking one old man's dick while the other rained blows on her ass. And the part of her that felt guilty or shameful about this was growing smaller with every second.
Finally she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper behind her. She knew what that meant. Dutt smiled when she instinctively raised her ass up and spread her legs a little. Even Bhaskar noted this and smiled. She was Dutt's whore first and he deserved the first turn. But Bhaskar could not wait to experience himself what had been described as an incredibly tight cunt.
"Mmmmmmm." Mansi opened her mouth and let the dick slide out as she felt Dutt line up his nice thick cock and push it into her cunt.
"You like that, huh?" Bhaskar chuckled.
"Hmmmm." she smiled, resting her face sideways on Bhaskar's thigh. And then she inhaled and closed her eyes as her lover's dick invaded her pussy.
She loved that she didn't need to tell him to go slow. The old man was experienced. Grabbing her waist he entered her gradually, feeling the insides of her cunt clasp his shaft. He was delighted to note that she was in fact pushing her ass back a little, as if her body was saying, no need to be THAT slow. But he kept going slowly anyway.
Mansi's mind was flooded with a sense of relief and pleasure at the penetration when she felt a slap on her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Bhaskar raised his eyebrows. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and took his dick in her mouth again. Just as she was doing it, Dutt let go of the slow pace and in one motion, rammed the rest of his dick into her. The moment pushed her forward and all of Bhaskar's dick was in her mouth again. Until his pubes were in her nose, as he had said earlier.
And thus, the previously chaste and demure housewife crossed another level of debauchery. Being fucked at both ends, being spit roasted by two old men over twice her age.
-
Even with the dick firmly in her mouth, Mansi's moans and groans were clearly audible. And sounded very erotic as Dutt started banging his whore doggy style in deep strokes. Her hands were still obediently locked behind her back, which meant that Bhaskar's knees had to give support to her shoulders even as she sucked his dick. The old man noted that every time Dutt pistoned her cunt, the slut's mouth would suck his dick harder. He looked at the contrast of Dutt's big hairy belly resting on top of her shapely voluptuous ass. He could feel her exposed left boob rubbing against his shins. Shit, I am going to cum soon, the old man realized.
Mansi was surprised when he suddenly pulled her head away from his dick. Bhaskar did not want to shoot his load so soon. Even with the Viagra he had taken, it would take him some time to get hard again. And he really wanted to fuck this bitch. So instead he bent his head and started kissing Mansi. She was in such a randy state by then, that she kissed back passionately, herself poking her tongue in his mouth. And while she continued being banged hard doggy style, she found herself making out with this strange old man without any compunctions.
"If you two want to kiss like teenagers, maybe Mansi should be on her feet." Dutt said and withdrawing his cock, patted Mansi's ample behind.
Without breaking the kiss, Mansi laboriously got on her feet. Bhaskar stayed sitting in the couch. Dutt was right, this was more comfortable. Now Mansi was standing, bent in her waist forward at 90 degrees, kissing the wiry old man as the big burly Dutt bent his knees a little and penetrated her cunt again. The motion made her second breast pop out as well and both jugs were now hanging off her chest, swinging back and forth like two mangoes on a windy day. Bhaskar reached over with his hands and started playing with her nipples, flicking them one at a time.
Dutt increased the tempo of his fucking and Mansi had to put her hands on Bhaskar's shoulder for support. She started groaning again as this new position gave her new sensations of ecstasy. Dutt sweated with the effort and a few drops landed on Mansi's naked ass. He admired how trashy she looked. The already skimpy red dress was now serving no real purpose, just rolled up around her stomach. Her body was also covered in a sheen of sweat. Fucking her harder, slowly ran his fingers up and down her back. That gave her goosebumps. And Mansi wondered how talented a lover the old man was, to elevate her pleasure even while having sex.
Bhaskar broke the kiss that had now lasted several minutes. Mansi stared at him with glazed eyes, her groans louder, now that her mouth wasn't covered by his.
"Navin, can I have a turn?" he asked, breathless. Playing with those tits had made him want her bad and want her now.
"Sure." Dutt shrugged and withdrew his dick.
No one asked Mansi if she was okay getting fucked by this other man. But even if they had asked her, she was in such a randy state that she would not have refused. Bhaskar leaned back and grabbing his dick, shook it a little. It was still hard. But that impending orgasm had subsided. Mansi stood straight, arching her back a little. being bent over all this time had made it a little tender. She looked down at her exposed tits, below them, her rolled up dress, and then below that, her naked pussy and legs. It felt like she was looking at someone else's body.
"Turn around, and sit on my lap." Bhaskar said.
Mansi wasn't really well-versed with different positions, so she did not know how this would work. But obeying him, she gently placed her ass on his crotch. The dick rubbed against her inner thighs.
"What are we, sitting in a bus? Sit properly, slut. Put it in." Bhaskar slapped her face.
Dutt knew what an amateur she still was in the ways of sex. He watched, smiling as Mansi squirmed around uncomfortably, parting her legs and then reaching down with one hand. It took her a few moments to align the dick properly with her cunt, and then she finally sat down on it such that it penetrated her.
After being banged by Dutt's thick sizeable cock, you would have expected her to take Bhaskar's modest organ easily. But she had an unusually tight cunt, so even this penetration, she grimaced a little during.
"You were right Navin. This whore is tight!" he spanked her ass which was just an inch above his thighs. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Mansi was yet again put in an unfamiliar position, literally and figuratively. But the harsh was in which he said it indicated that she was supposed to be doing all the work. Remembering the way she had done it when on top of Dutt the other day, she started sliding her ass back and forth. And was instantly amazed that even this guy's cock, in that motion and position, was giving her pleasures. She leaned back a little. Bhaskar reached around and grabbed her boobs.
"What are you holding your arms like that for? I can already see your ass and cunt." Bhaskar chuckled.
Quietly, Mansi lowered her arms. Her face was red with shame and arousal. Dutt had been watching all this unfold, a little surprised and also pleased that the young housewife was playing along. She still did not seem enthusiastic about Bhaskar's presence. But she had already taken his dick in her mouth, let him manhandle her, and even after that, was kneeling their quietly.
She tried to pull her dress up to cover her exposed tit, but Bhaskar said
"Leave it the way it is. And get back to sucking my dick. Hands behind your back."
Dutt looked blissfully at his latest conquest. He remembered the woman she had been a few months ago, too shy to even let him hold her arm in public. And that same woman was here, practically naked with that red dress pulled up over her ass, her underwear removed, and one tit hanging out of the dress, sucking the dick of a man she had just met. He noticed that the exposed nipple was hard. From his fingers, he already knew she was wet and aroused. He realized that maybe being treated in this dominant and demeaning way turned her on even more.
He raised his hand and spanked her on her right ass cheek hard. She let out a little yelp but still kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking Bhaskar's dick.
"I love the way her ass jiggles." Bhaskar smiled. "Do it again. Yeah, now the other one."
Dutt rained down spanks on the young woman's creamy buttocks like she was some errant student. He loved how the complexion of her ass was such that after each spank, his palm print would appear on it in pink. He had been rock hard for a while. He couldn't wait any more.
Mansi was grimacing and yelping at each blow on her ass, but also enjoying what Dutt was doing. Until a few months ago, her sex life was limited to the shortlived sex, mostly missionary style, with her husband in a dark bedroom. Here she was, acting almost like a porn star, practically naked and sucking one old man's dick while the other rained blows on her ass. And the part of her that felt guilty or shameful about this was growing smaller with every second.
Finally she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper behind her. She knew what that meant. Dutt smiled when she instinctively raised her ass up and spread her legs a little. Even Bhaskar noted this and smiled. She was Dutt's whore first and he deserved the first turn. But Bhaskar could not wait to experience himself what had been described as an incredibly tight cunt.
"Mmmmmmm." Mansi opened her mouth and let the dick slide out as she felt Dutt line up his nice thick cock and push it into her cunt.
"You like that, huh?" Bhaskar chuckled.
"Hmmmm." she smiled, resting her face sideways on Bhaskar's thigh. And then she inhaled and closed her eyes as her lover's dick invaded her pussy.
She loved that she didn't need to tell him to go slow. The old man was experienced. Grabbing her waist he entered her gradually, feeling the insides of her cunt clasp his shaft. He was delighted to note that she was in fact pushing her ass back a little, as if her body was saying, no need to be THAT slow. But he kept going slowly anyway.
Mansi's mind was flooded with a sense of relief and pleasure at the penetration when she felt a slap on her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Bhaskar raised his eyebrows. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and took his dick in her mouth again. Just as she was doing it, Dutt let go of the slow pace and in one motion, rammed the rest of his dick into her. The moment pushed her forward and all of Bhaskar's dick was in her mouth again. Until his pubes were in her nose, as he had said earlier.
And thus, the previously chaste and demure housewife crossed another level of debauchery. Being fucked at both ends, being spit roasted by two old men over twice her age.
-
Even with the dick firmly in her mouth, Mansi's moans and groans were clearly audible. And sounded very erotic as Dutt started banging his whore doggy style in deep strokes. Her hands were still obediently locked behind her back, which meant that Bhaskar's knees had to give support to her shoulders even as she sucked his dick. The old man noted that every time Dutt pistoned her cunt, the slut's mouth would suck his dick harder. He looked at the contrast of Dutt's big hairy belly resting on top of her shapely voluptuous ass. He could feel her exposed left boob rubbing against his shins. Shit, I am going to cum soon, the old man realized.
Mansi was surprised when he suddenly pulled her head away from his dick. Bhaskar did not want to shoot his load so soon. Even with the Viagra he had taken, it would take him some time to get hard again. And he really wanted to fuck this bitch. So instead he bent his head and started kissing Mansi. She was in such a randy state by then, that she kissed back passionately, herself poking her tongue in his mouth. And while she continued being banged hard doggy style, she found herself making out with this strange old man without any compunctions.
"If you two want to kiss like teenagers, maybe Mansi should be on her feet." Dutt said and withdrawing his cock, patted Mansi's ample behind.
Without breaking the kiss, Mansi laboriously got on her feet. Bhaskar stayed sitting in the couch. Dutt was right, this was more comfortable. Now Mansi was standing, bent in her waist forward at 90 degrees, kissing the wiry old man as the big burly Dutt bent his knees a little and penetrated her cunt again. The motion made her second breast pop out as well and both jugs were now hanging off her chest, swinging back and forth like two mangoes on a windy day. Bhaskar reached over with his hands and started playing with her nipples, flicking them one at a time.
Dutt increased the tempo of his fucking and Mansi had to put her hands on Bhaskar's shoulder for support. She started groaning again as this new position gave her new sensations of ecstasy. Dutt sweated with the effort and a few drops landed on Mansi's naked ass. He admired how trashy she looked. The already skimpy red dress was now serving no real purpose, just rolled up around her stomach. Her body was also covered in a sheen of sweat. Fucking her harder, slowly ran his fingers up and down her back. That gave her goosebumps. And Mansi wondered how talented a lover the old man was, to elevate her pleasure even while having sex.
Bhaskar broke the kiss that had now lasted several minutes. Mansi stared at him with glazed eyes, her groans louder, now that her mouth wasn't covered by his.
"Navin, can I have a turn?" he asked, breathless. Playing with those tits had made him want her bad and want her now.
"Sure." Dutt shrugged and withdrew his dick.
No one asked Mansi if she was okay getting fucked by this other man. But even if they had asked her, she was in such a randy state that she would not have refused. Bhaskar leaned back and grabbing his dick, shook it a little. It was still hard. But that impending orgasm had subsided. Mansi stood straight, arching her back a little. being bent over all this time had made it a little tender. She looked down at her exposed tits, below them, her rolled up dress, and then below that, her naked pussy and legs. It felt like she was looking at someone else's body.
"Turn around, and sit on my lap." Bhaskar said.
Mansi wasn't really well-versed with different positions, so she did not know how this would work. But obeying him, she gently placed her ass on his crotch. The dick rubbed against her inner thighs.
"What are we, sitting in a bus? Sit properly, slut. Put it in." Bhaskar slapped her face.
Dutt knew what an amateur she still was in the ways of sex. He watched, smiling as Mansi squirmed around uncomfortably, parting her legs and then reaching down with one hand. It took her a few moments to align the dick properly with her cunt, and then she finally sat down on it such that it penetrated her.
After being banged by Dutt's thick sizeable cock, you would have expected her to take Bhaskar's modest organ easily. But she had an unusually tight cunt, so even this penetration, she grimaced a little during.
"You were right Navin. This whore is tight!" he spanked her ass which was just an inch above his thighs. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Mansi was yet again put in an unfamiliar position, literally and figuratively. But the harsh was in which he said it indicated that she was supposed to be doing all the work. Remembering the way she had done it when on top of Dutt the other day, she started sliding her ass back and forth. And was instantly amazed that even this guy's cock, in that motion and position, was giving her pleasures. She leaned back a little. Bhaskar reached around and grabbed her boobs.
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