Adultery Indian housewife blackmailed

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The very old man across the street laughed at his remarkable luck. An old bachelor, he had spent a lifetime acquiring sophisticated camera and video equipment and honing the methods of a voyeur. Now, in his mid-sixties, he thought he had hit the jackpot.

Just months before, the newlywed couple had moved into the house across the street. They acted like they were a very happy newlywed couple. He watched, photographed and masturbated as the beautiful buxom pretty wife gardened in her tiny, revealing shorts and halter tops. He took stills and video of the succulent, tanned woman washing her car in the driveway.

He knew nothing about her, but given his age and background, he felt that he knew that if she wore outfits like that, that she was a slut, no matter how perfect her smile or the seemingly perfect marriage she was enjoying.

Now as he watched the replay of the morning fuck she had just endured with someone he knew was not her husband, he knew that he had struck pay dirt. This slut was his!

Ajeet watched as the huge man left Pinky's home and drove away. He waited awhile, wanting to give the young, Indian slut long enough to catch her breath and his medication long enough to work. He laughed to himself about having watched Pinky get so well fucked. Having seen Pinky spread her well formed legs and get banged all over the living room until her tanned, nude body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, he wondered whether he would be better off approaching her the next day for her to service him. He didn't want her to be too tired to fuck. Ajeet was nothing if not patient.

Then, he decided that he ought to fuck her today. He immediately took his blue pill. After what he considered to be a sufficient time, he took some photos, taken this very morning, from his printer and placed them in an envelope along with a note he had scribbled to the sexy young Indian. Marking it "Personal" he stepped outside his home and slowly walked across the street to Pinky's door.

Ajeet made an odd looking figure. Extremely skinny with a shock of white hair that stood uncombed atop his head, he resembled nothing so much as a weather-beaten scarecrow. He was a recluse in the neighborhood who was considered a harmless oddball by his neighbors. Most of them, however, knew nothing about him other than he held very strong opinions and was prone to verbal outbursts if he felt his opinions were challenged.

Women in the neighborhood had a slightly more uneasy feeling about Ajeet. They picked up on his chauvinistic attitudes towards women very quickly while their husbands were oblivious to this part of him. While most of them could not articulate their feelings, the women were uncomfortable with his occasionally awkward leers at their legs or breasts and the vague comments that he sometimes sneeringly made regarding their sexual subservience to men that merely drew a laugh from their spouses.

Ajeet looked every bit the disheveled bachelor, with his stained khaki pants and wrinkled short sleeved shirt, as he shuffled across the street to Pinky's house. Once there, he taped the envelope to the door and rang the doorbell. It would not have been out of character for him to wait for the beautiful lawyer to answer the door. He certainly did not believe that he was doing anything wrong. A man had a right to expect a woman to submit to him sexually, he thought. If she was too snobbish, like most of the other beautiful women he knew, and needed to be prodded into it, nonetheless, the result was correct. Instead of waiting at the door, however, he turned and slowly made his way back to his own house.

Pinky heard the front doorbell ring from the backyard where she was working on her lap top computer. This was one of the many concessions that she had made to the law firm. They knew when she was "out sick" that they would still be making money on the back of the ambitious young associate. She was not anxious to answer the door and walked cautiously into the house making sure to stay out of the view of anyone who was at the door. She wore a pair of short, tight blue jean shorts and a gray t-shirt. She peeked through the blinds only to see the emaciated old man from across the street leaving her yard, crossing the street, and making his way onto his sidewalk.

Wondering what he wanted, Pinky opened the door to call out to her elderly neighbor, but before she could speak, the envelope flapped from the door and she pulled it off the entrance.

She stood in the doorway and watched the strange man disappear into his home.

Puzzled by this, Pinky closed her door and slowly walked to the rear of the home, about to start working again. As she walked, she opened the envelope and pulled the contents from it. Her heart virtually stopped as she looked at the photos.

"Oh my god," the former cheerleader heard herself say. "Oh my god!" she said again.

The first photo was a graphic photograph, taken through her front window, of Pinky bent at the waist with Sidharth fucking her from behind like a hungry animal. The second was a close-up of her face, her mouth agape and her eyes shut with furrowed brow in clear discomfort from the pounding she was taking from the thick, long cock which could be seen in full view as he withdrew from her splayed, tanned thighs.

As she nervously shuffled through the photos she was horrified by their content. There was the young lawyer sucking Sidharth's huge cock, her pretty head tilted at an angle as she wet the shaft of his monstrous cock with her saliva. Pinky cringed when she saw her soft hands cradling the man's stiff dong and big balls as she performed a fellatio on him. Next, she was being fucked by the big man as she lay on her back on the carpet. The only visible parts of her in this photo were her tanned, muscular legs wrapped around the man's massive thighs. Sidharth's beefy naked buttocks dominated the photo and made the image of her widely splayed thighs seem even more lewd. Pinky stared at the photo for several seconds, horrified as it showed the bottoms of her little feet seeming ridiculously suspended in air, and her manicured hands clinging to the man's wide back as he pounded her tight vagina relentlessly.

The accompanying note simply had a phone number on it and said to "call immediately."

Pinky felt light headed as the photos slipped from her fingers to the floor. She was trembling violently. What could she do? Why was this happening to her? Her mind was reeling and the young woman's face was a picture of anguish. The indian beauty felt herself slump back against the kitchen wall and slide to the floor surrounded by the lewd photos. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to think this through. What could she do?

The phone on a kitchen corner table rang and the young woman screamed! What if it was him? She crawled to her knees and saw the caller id was "private." Should she answer? What if it was him? It continued to ring as she stared, terrified and paralyzed, at the phone. Then it abruptly stopped ringing.

What if it was him and he was now angry at her, she wondered? What would he do with the photos? Would he show them around the neighborhood? Would he give them to her husband? Was it him that had called?

With her sexy legs shaking and fingers trembling, Pinky picked up the receiver and dialed the number on the paper. What could she do? What would she do if her husband found out? The phone rang and rang and rang. Then an old man's voice answered.

*****

Pinky walked out of her front door and across the street towards her neighbor's house. As instructed, she wore only a "little bikini," having been told specifically to not even wear shoes with just an anklet around her left leg. She felt she might as well have been naked. She silently prayed that no neighbor would see her as she moved quickly across the street, her Indian hair blowing in the breeze and her big, firm tits, covered only by the little cloth triangle barely covering the flesh surrounding her nipples, swayed provocatively as she walked. Her flat tummy was exposed down to the bikini panties which hardly kept from public view the well-rounded globes of her buttocks.

Ajeet watched as his nervous, young neighbor came across the street. He smiled his knowing smile. "What a slut," he thought to himself. "She's anxious for me to fuck her, I know."

Ajeet studied the succulent young body of the woman coming across the street in the bikini. Her skin was perfectly tanned and her legs were shapely and firm. He found himself staring at the juncture of her smooth thighs wondering what her lovely slit would look like once nude. The old man was also fascinated by the big globes that swayed sensuously behind the little bikini top. "She has some big hooters for a skinny girl," he thought. Then, his next thought was "she'll like what I'm going to do to her." The old man sat on an easy chair that faced the front door. He saw Pinky's shadow as she approached and tapped lightly on the door.

Ajeet said nothing, but saw the sliver of light enter the dark room as Pinky slowly opened the door. He smiled as he realized that she had completely obeyed his orders to her.

He watched as the shapely Indian slowly entered his house and closed the door behind her. She stood in the house waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Chills of revulsion and fear raced down her neck. The smooth skin of her full, firm breasts rose and fell in a nervous rhythm as she stood near the door.

Ajeet felt his hard cock throb against his clothing as he looked at the innocent woman who had fallen into his trap. There she stood, just as he had ordered, nearly naked and scared, but before him nonetheless. Ajeet stared intently at the indian beauty. His eyes moved slowly from her beautiful face to the big mounds of her breasts, to her unclothed flat tummy, where he stopped to admire her tiny belly-button, and then down her body to her tanned legs and finally to her bare feet, noting the shiny anklet.

"Hello," the young woman said meekly. "Hello?"

Pinky tried to keep her courage up, but felt the need to run out of the dark house. It took every last bit of fortitude to stay.

Immediately, she smelled the foul odor of an unclean abode. Pinky's hopes were heightened when no one answered her. She turned slowly towards the door to leave when she heard a voice.

"Keep the door closed," the voice croaked.

Pinky's hand went to her mouth to stifle a scream. She wheeled and faced the area from where the voice had come. Still her eyes could not see through the darkness.

Pinky heard her voice, but it was disconnected from her body. "Please," she said. "I can pay for the pictures. I've got a lot of money and I can pay for them."

Ajeet laughed a hideous laugh. "No, I don't think I need any money. Blackmail would be so un-neighborly," he mused. "No, I thought that you and I could work out a little deal, though - pussy for pictures, so to speak."

"I wouldn't let you near me, you bastard," Pinky replied without thinking.

"Is that right? Well, tell me, should I post these pictures on the neighborhood bulletin board or just hand them out door to door?" Pinky gasped aloud and the poor ashamed woman began pleading. "Why would you do this to me?" she asked. "I've never done anything to you at all."

"And that, my dear, is about to change," he said. "Get down on your knees," he demanded.

"No," Pinky said with some trepidation. "I'm not doing this," she said, almost tearfully.

"Certainly, I'll honor your wish. Run along then," the old man said. "I know that you're a lawyer. What firm do you work for?"

Pinky stood there dumbfounded. "I'm finished as a lawyer," was her simple reply. "I can't stop you from sending them to my work, anyway."

Ajeet enjoyed the exchange with the feisty lawyer. "Well, all the pictures are on that digital camera and computer, baby. Would you mind giving me the email addresses of your co-workers?"

Pinky's eyes began to well-up with tears. "Why would you do this to me?" she asked again. "I can't do this, anymore!"

"Would your hubby Amit  like them in color or black and white?"

Pinky simply shook her head "no."

"Okay, then, if you don't want them sent, what would you suggest?" the man said as he rose from his chair.

Pinky watched in horror as the old man approached her in the dim light. He reached her quickly. She stood, petrified, in front of him.

His body reeked of old age and bad hygiene. He was slightly shorter than she and was extremely skinny. Pinky thought of physically fighting him but knew that whether she could overcome him wasn't the issue – the problem was the photos. But even in her state of fear and revulsion she remembered that he had said they were all on the camera and computer. Could she do this she wondered?

She remained where she was as he moved around her. She felt his gnarly fingers with their long fingernails begin to fidget with the clasp of her bikini top. It was now or never! Her brain screamed for her to run, but her legs were frozen!

The clasp came undone and the fleshy globes of her breasts swung freely. The old man's dry hands moved along Pinky's shoulder blades to the string holding the bikini top on her shoulders. Taking the string in his hands, he pushed it off of her shoulders and the top fell lifelessly to the floor. She next felt the bikini bottom being tugged at forcefully at her hips. As it was forced down, Pinky was jostled and her fleshy titties swayed and jiggled erotically. Soon the bikini bottom was down her soft thighs and calves. Quickly, it fell in a puddle at her ankles.

Pinky's eyes widened as the man's hands fell to the split between her buttocks and she felt him probe for her vaginal opening from behind. The former cheerleader needed to try to control this old man, just a bit, she thought.

Pinky squeezed her thighs hard to prevent any further invasion and trapped the man's bony hand between her soft, but muscular, thighs. Surprisingly, it worked and she was relieved when she felt the old man withdraw his hand as she relaxed her leg muscles.

The old man had withdrawn his hand, but he moved slowly around to Pinky's front. Pinky may have had a small victory but she was still standing there completely nude. She looked at the old man's cavernous eyes as he stared down at her pussy.

"Oh, darn," he said. "You're trimmed. I do so like a full bush," he said as he stared at the neatly trimmed landing strip of Indian pussy hair above Pinky's love hole.

With that, his hand rose to her soft flesh of her titty and took a rapidly hardening nipple in his fingers. The young woman was always aware of how sensitive and responsive her nipples were, and no matter the situation, they hardened quickly when they were touched. Today was no different and the flesh stiffened erotically when he tugged on the nipple. Then, unexpectedly, he twisted it painfully.

"Your pussy is mine, slut," he said cruelly as he pinched her nipple.

"Owww," Pinky cried out. "No! Please, no!" Was she to endure the physical pain as well as the mental anguish that she already had to endure?

As her mind saw red from pain, she heard him speak.

"Kneel down, you slut."

As much from pain as anything else, Pinky felt her knees buckle and she submitted to his crazed demand as he twisted her nipple painfully again. Quickly she was on her knees and she instinctively slapped the man's hand. It was a hard slap and he released her rubbery nipple.

"You won't hurt me, again," she said through watery eyes.

The old man seemed to reel away from the young woman, both surprised and agitated at her boldness.

"Damn you," he said. He shuffled to the easy chair and sat down, rubbing his hand. "Get out of my house, you fucking slut!" he yelled.

Pinky, though emboldened enough to protect herself from any pain, remained on her knees. She considered that she needed to neutralize the old man.

"No pain," she repeated seriously as she rubbed the tender nipple.

She looked into the uncaring eyes of the old man.

"Get on all fours and crawl over here," he demanded.

The former lawyer hesitated, but then placed her hands on the floor. Her thick, black mane feel to the sides of her lovely face and her heavy tits dangled enticingly from her chest. This was a very humiliating position for a beautiful well-heeled lawyer to be in, nude and on her hands and knees and about to crawl towards the cruel old man, but she knew that she had brought it on herself.

Ajeet watched in gaping wonder as the gorgeous young woman began to slowly crawl to his chair. A jolt of erotic sensation swept into his skinny, hairy thighs and through to his rock hard erection. Although still fully clothed, Ajeet was acutely aware of the tent forming in the middle of his khaki trousers. He felt that if he so much as touched his erection that he would spew his hot spunk into his underwear. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. His eyes were fixed on the pink nipples that pointed downward to the floor from the woman's full tits as she made her way on her hands and knees towards him.

Pinky felt especially vulnerable giving in to his demand that she crawl towards him. Her big, blue eyes met his and she felt a wave of intense shame come over her. Was she really such a slut, she wondered? The flinty look in his eyes left no doubt that he considered her a whore and nothing more.

Still, she continued crawling towards him until she was within a few feet and he told her to stop.

Ajeet rose from the chair and approached Pinky. She cringed as he reached her and she lost sight of him as he went behind her. She had never felt so degraded before. She was clearly frightened, but she had to admit that the anxiety had a sexual edge to it. What was he going to do?

She felt him straddle her and lean over to reach for the big breasts that dangled beneath her. His bony hands took the flesh and kneaded them - the warm, soft flesh spilled between his widespread fingers as he did so. Pinky hung her head, but felt her body begin to betray her. How could she respond to this vile man, she wondered? But whether she desired it or not, her body quickly began to heat up to the man's ministrations.

The man cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and massaged them for what seemed an eternity to the young woman. Instinctively, the young woman wanted to plead with the man to stop, but she knew it would be fruitless to do so. Instead she tried to bear the intimate caresses without showing any sign of pleasure.

Pinky was completely still for a long time but finally she could take it no longer. Instantly, her head fell into a hanging position and she began to breathe heavily through the parted ripe lips of her mouth. As the old man worked her titties, tugging, rubbing, kneading and massaging them, Pinky still did not move a muscle except her head which she shook occasionally, trying to escape the electric sensations shooting through her young body.

When he finally released the womanly flesh, Pinky involuntarily released a sigh.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her sensitive, pink nipples now hung heavily towards the floor as she remained on her hands and knees.

Ajeet moved further down her young body. His bony hand rested on her shapely, soft rump just momentarily before he slid it down her bottom and between her ass cheeks. Pinky's aroused body now acted on its own. She knew that he was going to seek out her vaginal opening and she arched her back to make the slit more accessible to the horrible man. Ajeet stretched two fingers together and slid them between the wet lips of her pussy. There was no resistance as he encountered a completely soaked pussy. As his hand finger-fucked the young wife, his other hand alternated between rubbing her ass and her luscious thighs. He smiled as he realized that Pinky was beginning to push her arched ass back towards his invading fingers in an almost unconscious sign of surrender. When he realized that, he withdrew all but his fingertips from the woman's soaked sex and watched as the shapely buttocks moved slowly back to re-insert the old man's thin fingers into her pussy.

"Yes," he thought to himself, "this is a very wanton slut."

Ajeet finger-fucked the young lawyer with really no thought of bringing her to orgasm. Instead, it was clear that he was doing it only for his own gratification. His two fingers did not even come close to being the size of a normal cock and Pinky was being driven insane as he probed and explored the smooth, wet walls of her tight vagina. Pinky arched her naked buttocks and squeezed the invading fingers with her pussy muscles but nothing seemed to offer relief to the young lawyer.

As she remained on her hands and knees being examined digitally by this old man she began to wonder how much longer she could take the probing. Her tight, young thighs were now spread open and there was no resistance offered to the man's touch. His rough fingers, crudely fingering her sex, felt delicious to the beautiful Indian. If only he would bring her to orgasm! Pinky didn't know how much longer she could be held at this peak without coming. It seemed like it was forever!

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Instead, to Pinky's disappointment, the old man completely withdrew his fingers from her love hole. He left her breathless and breasts heaving from the deep fingering. Ajeet walked around the young Indian and stood before her. His hands went to his trousers and he unsnapped the clasp. He braced himself with one hand on the top of her head and removed the khaki pants.

Pinky watched in horror as the man's emaciated, but very hairy, legs were revealed. Then he pulled his old socks off of his gnarly feet and stood before the beautiful Indian. The underwear that surrounded his middle was being poked out by his turgid tool. As Pinky stared transfixed at this sight, she didn't even notice him pull his shirt off of his body. When she finally realized it, she noticed his skinny torso covered with the stiff, white hair that also covered his head.

Ajeet looked at the ripe, red lips of the beautiful woman before him. Her big, blue eyes were clearly anxious about what was to transpire, but her beauty was not marred by her fear. He pulled his underwear down his thin thighs and looked at the woman who was down on the floor before him.

"Open your mouth," he said as his stiff cock was revealed.

Pinky wanted to scream, but knew better than to do that. She looked at the slender, but hard, man flesh and opened her mouth, as he directed, revealing her pearly, straight white teeth.

The old man moved to put the cock between her ripe lips. He sighed, audibly, as his cock met the warm moisture of her mouth and tongue.

Pinky was disgusted by the man's cock. It seemed to smell a bit and her little, straight nose wrinkled when she breathed. Immediately, Pinky realized that it was too fleshy for her, the skin not taut around the penis even though it was fully erect. The man's hard rod was capped by a rounded, fleshy head that was bulbous and thicker than the thin staff which supported it. It was the most disgusting cock she had ever seen.

But, she knew that she needed to give the old man what he desired and even though she was still on her hands and knees, she bobbed her head on his dong, tonguing the fleshy round head as she sucked. Pinky was thoroughly disgusted by the feel of the old man's stiff flesh in her mouth and she found herself hoping that the man's enjoyment of her mouth would be short.

She was not prepared for what happened next, though, as the man began to shake and stiffen and his cock began to spew the hot, milky liquid into her mouth. Pinky was surprised and revolted by the old man's quick ejaculation. Trying not to swallow the man's cum, Pinky allowed the man's spasms to continue into her mouth, but she held her mouth open so that his watery liquid essence dripped down the young woman's chin and onto the floor.

Pinky looked up at the man as he jerked and climaxed into her warm mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head and he seemed to be about to lose his balance. Pinky reached for the man's hairy legs to steady him and he regained his composure as he spurted the last of his sticky seed between her lips.

Ajeet didn't even seem to notice that Pinky had accepted his cum without complaint. He stepped back and fell into his large recliner, his cock still streaming cum, though now only in drips. After only a few seconds, he looked at the young Indian and motioned her between his legs.

Being unaware of the effects of his erectile medication, Pinky was shocked that his red cock was only slightly less rigid than before his orgasm. She had expected his penis to be completely flaccid, and yet he was still semi-erect. This was the first time that she got a good look at his hideous cock and she was repulsed by it. It was still extremely red from the sucking that she had given it and it stood out incongruously to his pasty white skin. Below the rampaging dong was the wrinkled sac with two little testicles.

The old man was breathing heavily and could barely speak, but he did garner the strength to utter two words that further mortified the beautiful former cheerleader.

"Suck it," he said.

Pinky rose to her knees and moved the few feet that stood between them. She was now committed to what she had started, no matter how unsavory, even if it was simply to avoid the old man's threats.

The young woman took the man's semi-erect cock in her soft hands and without further thought opened her mouth and took the tool between her lips. She felt the old man's hands touch her nude shoulders as her head plunged up and down on his penis. His rough hands moved to her fleshy breasts and played with her nipples. She was surprised at how within only a few minutes of head his shining rod regained full erection.

Now, Pinky tried to take control, to the extent she still could. The shapely housewife began to stand as she still sucked the penis. Quickly she was on her feet in front of the old man, but still had his cock in her mouth. Pinky opened her mouth and the turgid penis came free, slapping wetly on his torso.

Holding the cock with one hand, Pinky placed one knee on the side of the man's hips and then placed the other knee on his other side, so that she was facing the seated man. Then she directed the head of the man's tool to the opening of her pussy. Once she was certain it was in line, the beautiful Indian lowered her pussy and felt her lower lips spread and accept the skinny cock.

The old man looked to be in shock at her audacity. His hands went to her soft hips and he gripped them as she rose and lowered herself onto his cock. Then his hands moved to the outside of her soft thighs and eventually made their way to her calves and feet. By grasping the bottoms of her feet, Ajeet gave her the ability to ride his cock even better.

Pinky's hands went to the man's bony shoulders and she shuddered as she placed them there. She wanted to make quick work of the man and she concentrated on squeezing his dong with her pussy muscles. Using the leverage gained by his hands holding her feet, the young former cheerleader rode the stiff male flesh like an expert horsewoman. She lifted and lowered her tight cunt on the man's hard rod.

Ajeet looked at the beauty sitting nude on his cock. He watched with fascination as he witnessed his cock appear and disappear into the woman sitting on him. Her firm tits were fleshy and high on her chest. The erect nipples begged for attention and he was determined to give them that.

Ajeet pulled the young bride's torso to him and took a nipple in his mouth. He nursed at it voraciously and then when the flesh was rubbery and stiff, he took the other nipple in and sucked it hard too.

Despite attempting to control her sexual response, Pinky was now being sucked and fucked to perfection. Even with someone as disgusting as this old man, Pinky could not withstand the assault on her senses.

Her dripping wet pussy began to bathe the man's cock with her wetness. As the old man sat pinned on the chair, Pinky pumped her rounded buttocks up and down on his stiff flesh rotating her ass just a bit each time she pounded down on his cock to the hilt.

Ajeet recognized the affect that his nipple sucking was having on the young woman and he sucked and tongued and lightly teased her nipples with his teeth.

Pinky believed that her plan was working, but it wasn't without consequences to her. The young beauty's face and neck were now flushed and her mouth hung open with desire. "Uhhhhhh," was the only moan which escaped her pretty lips.

Then, he moved his left hand around Pinky's pumping ass and began to stroke her vaginal lips with his fingers as she fucked him. Once wet, his fingers quickly made their way up to her anus and he began to push on her tight sphincter.

Pinky's eyes flew open at this unexpected assault on her anus, but there was little that she could do. Her mouth was now open and she exhaled as she felt him begin to push a finger into her asshole.

"Oh," she cried.

"Ohhhhhh," she cried again, as the finger stretched her ass muscle and he began to push it further into her. Soon she could feel it meeting up with his cock against the smooth walls of her pussy. Even though his cock was small, Pinky felt stuffed by the double invasion of her cunt and backside.

This was too much for the innocent young woman who now began to fuck with wild abandon. Pinky groaned in utter submission to the old man. The thought of her surrender to this old deviant sent chills running along the base of her spine as she felt herself force her loins down ever harder onto this stiff flesh that was plunging ever deeper into her belly. Pinky now twisted and churned her pussy onto the cock wanting nothing so much as a release of her sexual wantonness.

Ajeet, for his part, simply latched onto a fleshy tit and hung on for dear life, sucking away as hard as he could on the stiff, rubbery flesh of Pinky's nipples. He realized that he was now simply a stiff cock that the beautiful woman was fucking herself with and nothing more.

"Aaayyyyyiiiieeee," she screamed as she felt herself rise to orgasm.

Pinky felt the cords in her neck and thighs stand up hard and tense as she jack-hammered her pussy onto the eagerly throbbing cock. Her humiliation and degradation were now complete. If this disgusting man could bring her to orgasm, she felt she would never be the same. She was a whore now, she was a whore!

But these thoughts soon were swept away by the need and confusion of her growing desire. There was nothing now that could stop her wild race for fulfillment and she gave every inch of her clasping pussy to the old man who would now bring the end of her desire.

Her voice now sounded unlike her own. "Ooooooh, yes, don't stop..." she chanted. "Fuck meeeeeee. Oh, oh, oh, make... me... cum!"

"Aaayyyyyiiiieeee," she screamed again at the top of her lungs as she orgasmed intensely.

Her own voice drowned out the feeble cries of the old man sitting beneath her fucking her. As he realized she was climaxing, Ajeet began to quietly shoot his hot spunk into her love hole. He felt her pussy gripping his dong as surely as a soft, gloved hand would, squeezing and milking the semen from his rapidly deflating cock.

Pinky finished pumping her tight buttocks onto the old man's cock, making sure that she was sapping the last bit of hot sperm and the last bit of energy from the old man. She looked down at her breasts, wet with his saliva, and saw the ugly cock fall from her pussy lips onto his torso. Now, it was limp and lifeless.

The former lawyer pushed the recliner into a reclining position and forced herself to snuggle with the disgusting old man. As he lay face up, Pinky lay at his side, her leg across his legs and her arm across his chest. Unaware of her plan, the old man gently caressed her naked, young body.

Very soon, the old man began to breathe loudly.

"Finally," Pinky thought to herself. "He's asleep."

The woman waited even longer than she thought necessary to be sure he was in a deep sleep. Then, the nude Indian slowly lifted herself off of the sleeping form of the old man. Her thighs revealed the mixture of his semen and her sweat and moisture, much to her disgust, but she didn't even wipe them clean. Instead, she moved quickly to the computer table. Unhooking the camera, she accessed the photos on the computer of Roger and her.

As the old man slept the sleep of a baby, Pinky used her computer knowledge to delete the photos from the man's computer. Then, she decided simply to take the camera and return it after she had deleted the entire episode.

Quietly, she tip toed to the bikini which lay on the floor. She hurriedly put the swimsuit back on and left the house with the camera. She felt the relief of a thief returning to his den when she ran across her lawn to the entrance to her own house! Free from at least this threat! Pinky was ecstatic!

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