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I apologize for not having written for almost a year now. Life has been really crazy and also, I had been getting far too much action to conveniently pick one incident. So, let’s all get right into it.
To pick up from where I left off, I took on a new job and was having an open relationship with Malini. This job involved me travelling a lot around the globe and during one such business trip to Delhi, I met the woman of this story.
I was at the hotel my clients had put me up in, and there was an art exhibition going on in there. I had some time at my disposal and because I had to hop on to my flight straight from a meeting, I was already dressed for the occasion.
The art over there was not exactly appealing, but over there, I did come across another stunning piece of art: god’s own creation. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to talk to her. I started walking towards her, but she was seemingly walking out of the gallery.
I followed her as she headed for the smoking zone. I nonchalantly whipped out a smoke and lit it as she was browsing through her clutch for a light. That gave me the opening I needed.
“I’ve got you covered this time, chill.”
“Sure, Mr. ‘got me covered’. What do folks your age call it these days, ‘hip’?”
“I am a wee bit old for that stuff. By the way, you are one of the very few I know that smoke David-off. You sure do know your stuff.”
“You’re the only other person I’ve seen smoking Davidoff.”
“Well, picked it up when in college, don’t like anything else as much. I am Krish, BTW.”
“Amrita.”
We spoke for a while and man, I was stunned by how amazing she looked in her green sari, matching accessories and gentle make-up. She must have seen me looking at her but didn’t seem to care too much. Seeing that this was going nowhere, I cursed my luck a little in my head. Roundabout when I was going toss the stub, I said to her,
“It was a pleasure, Amrita. I hope I was decent enough company in what seemed like a much-needed smoke break for you.”
“Honestly, you’re far better than the bickering old women I escaped from in there.”
“Well, that certainly serves as a confidence booster, being better than bickering old women.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’m just joking. So, I’ll leave you to it, and help myself to a coffee inside.” I said and stuck my hand out to shake hers.
To my surprise, she said, “Better still, how about I join you for coffee? It’d save me the horror of going back into that room.”
I was slightly taken aback, but I chose not to make too much of it and walked into the hotel and into the coffee shop with her.
“I’ll have a caramel macchiato. Thank you. Krish?”
“I’ll have an Americano and some honey, please.”
We got talking for a little longer and I saw a slight change in her behaviour during this time. Most of the sentences and words she chose came with a rather sexual connotation. I, being the gentleman that I was, just played along nicely. A while later, she said,
“Honestly, I’ve not had such good company in a long time.”
“Well, Amrita, thank you very much for keeping me company. I would have been bored to death browsing through TV in my room.”
“In which case, the night isn’t over yet. Do you want to go out somewhere?”
“I don’t mind that. Except, I don’t know much of Delhi. So, you’re going to have to choose where we go. Yeah?
“We can go to my restaurant if you’d like.”
“I do stay in hotels from time to time, but I always prefer cooking a meal for women as opposed to going out to restaurants.”
“In which case, we can go to my kitchen and you can work your magic there.”
“Depends, what do you fancy today?”
“Anything European? I’m sick of Pizzas and Pastas though. Just saying.”
“Sure, do you have some wine at your place, or we can pick up a few from here.”
“I might have champagne at home.”
“In which case, allow me a few minutes.”
I went in and came back with a bottle of Rioja because I was fancying some Spanish food that night. We then left for her place, picked up some groceries on the way.
About an hour later, we had a delicious spread laid out in front of us, some Ensalada Temporada de, Paella, and Flan to close out the meal. She loved the meal.
After that, we both grabbed ourselves a glass of wine and stepped out to enjoy the autumn breeze of the once magnificent city. When I looked back in from her patio, I discovered a gramophone and started geeking out on it.
“Wow! Does this work, or?”
“It’s my dad’s. Just as new as the day, it was bought. Would you like to play something on it?” She said, pointing to a small rack full of vinyl records. I went in and chose the obvious: Miles Davis.
“As I said, you’ve great taste.”
“I can shake a leg too,” I said, and stuck out my hand, asking for hers. She looked at me with a sly smile and then took my hand.
While dancing with her, my hands were perfectly placed: my hands were originally on her back and her shoulder, which then moved to her loins when I broke through and got a little closer to her. I then slid one hand upwards just inches away from her breast. I could feel her body shudder just a little.
I was looking straight into her eyes and I could see the desperation in them. She wanted me to make the first move, but I wasn’t going to let off my fuse too easy.
I was starting to breathe down on her neck and her cleavage and was continuing to look at her I could see her exhale sharply and close her eyes for a second. Right at that moment, I squeezed on her hip and moved my hand further up such that my thumb was right under her right boob. That was it: She got on her toes and kissed me that instant.
We were just grabbing each other wherever we could and trying to chew the lips off each other’s face. I pushed her against the wall and pulled her pallu aside. Her tied up hair was already a mess and she reached back and removed her clutcher, letting loose her dark, waist-long hair.
I was enjoying the sexy view of a horny middle-aged woman at my mercy while she was undoing my belt and the button of my pants. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head on the wall. I looked into her eyes as if to say she was mine and I own her.
I then put my right hand on her waist, pushed it firmly against the wall, slid my hand further below to where her sari was clinging on, stuck my hand through its folds, grabbed them in a bunch and just ripped them out: all of this while staring into her eyes.
She was taken aback by my body language and was in anticipation of what came next. I then let go of her hands and start kissing her while my hands worked on her petticoat and the rest of her sari, opening it up and pulling it away from her waist.
My lips slid from her lips to her chin and then to her neck, tracing its length and leaving a wet trail of my tongue all along. I bit her near her shoulder blade as she moaned in my ear and tugged on my hair. I traced my way back towards her face and her lips were surely waiting in anticipation of mine.
As we were kissing each other, I worked my way through her blouse and her bra, almost ripping them off her tits and she was completely naked waist-over.
Those melons were too firm to be stuck to the body of a 40-year-old woman. The curious me explored its surface in a sensual way and discovered scars on the underside. The bitch had implants. I grabbed her neck and whispered to her,
“So, you’re all about trapping men with your money and your mounds, eh?”
“It worked, right?”
“Well, for me, yes. For you, I’m not so sure.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re mine for the night.”
She just looked at me, surprised as I grabbed her face with my left hand and was massaging her tits with my right hand. As she was looking at me, wondering what was going through my mind, I slapped her left boob hard. She almost screamed out loud.
I then got behind her and stuck one hand into the leftovers of her saree and in-skirt, playing with the fabric of her pantie which was stuck to her cunt lips, still with a grip on her face. She was getting wetter by the second and was grinding her ass on my cock, feeling my fingers teasing the whore in her.
I then lowered my hand on her cheeks towards her neck and squeezed it as I bit her ears and pushed my fingers inside her pantie, making her moan like a bitch. She was totally at my mercy now and I was enjoying this.
My hands moved further, grabbing her hair and moving off her pussy on to her boobs, as I flicked her nipples hard and made her scream.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I said, flicking her right nipple. She moaned in my ear. I pulled her hair and flicked her nipple again,
“I asked you a question.”
“Aaah! Yes!” she said.
I flicked her nipples a few more times and sucked on her neck till my cock was at its prime, raring to break out of the hold of my pants. I think she understood it when I let go of her tits.
She quickly turned around and got out of her sari and in-skirt and then got on her knees to take my pants off. I lowered my pants and my boxers unveiling my manhood and she let out a sigh. A sigh that was more of a surprise than of relief. I wanted to soak it all in and see how she reacted to what she saw.
She gently wrapped her fingers around my boner and stroked it up and down, getting a sense of how hard I was. She then took the tip of my dick in her mouth and looked up at me. Her nibbling on my dickhead was teasing me too much, and I couldn’t take it any longer than two minutes.
So, I grabbed her head and started pushing my cock down her throat, gagging her in the process. I’d face-fuck her every few seconds and then drive my dick all the way down and choke her, making her gasp and drool all over her tits, my cock, and the floor.
Her face was a sight: make-up wearing off from the cheeks, tear traces on either side of her face marked by her kohl, her lipstick smudged brutally on and around her lips and on my dick, mixed with her saliva. She looked like an A-list whore at that point and I couldn’t get enough of her.
I dragged her to the couch nearby and she lay on the floor resting her back on the edge of the couch.
I then put one of my legs up, grabbed her hair and pulled her head between my legs, and started pile-driving my dick down her throat. She seemed to love it, the way her tongue played on my dick. I was going so hard on her that every time I pulled out, it would make her cough out.
After about fifteen minutes of this onslaught, I felt the cum inside me build up, but I didn’t want to let go of my load so soon, so I pulled out of her mouth and kissed her. I pulled her up by her hair and continued kissing her, leaving behind a few marks on her neck and her collarbone. She just took it all by moaning in my ears,
“Aah! I’ve never experienced anything like this.”
“Like what?”
“No one has treated me like this before.”
I slapped her and asked her.
“Treated you how?”
“Like a whore.”
“You are a whore, aren’t you?” I said, my hand reaching for her clit and rubbing it.
“Yeah! Aah!”
“Yeah, what?” I pulled her hair back and slapped her.
“I am your whore.”
“And what is it that whores do?”
She looked at me, licking her lips, and said, “Take whatever their masters give them.”
“Yeah?”
“Do whatever you want to do to me. Take me any which way you like. Just make me your bitch.” she said and continued moaning as I kept on tugging her hair and rubbing her pussy.
I kissed her one more time and threw her on the couch. Then, I got down on my knees, spread her legs, and sniffed on her pussy. Her smooth pussy was made smoother by her juice which was dripping out of her whore cunt. I slapped on it once, staring into her eyes, and she moaned out. I enjoyed it and slapped her again.
I then flicked her clit with my tongue and slowly, I transitioned into eating her pussy, her moans painting a rather sensual picture around my brutal assault on her womanhood. I was tugging on her cunt lips repeatedly and biting on them as my tongue pierced through them and explored nooks and corners that she herself found for the first time.
Following that up, I inserted my middle finger into her pussy while continuing to the nibble on her clit. My ring finger and index finger followed suit as I kept stroking her pussy hard. I grabbed and pulled her head once again, making her watch me finger-fuck her, and there she was, crumbling to her first orgasm.
She threw her head back and let her taps lose, squirting on my palm, and I was more than happy to suck her nectar off my hand and off her pussy.
Before she recovered from what seemed to be an earth-shattering orgasm, I quickly positioned myself between her legs and drove my dick through her pussy with all my might. Her eyes almost popped out as she screamed in pain.
I waited for her cunt to adjust to the girth of my cock and then started picking up the pace, grabbing her waist with one hand and holding her by the back of her neck with the other. She too was gyrating on my boner making it a more enjoyable fuck for the both of us.
I could feel her body twitching, so I grabbed her neck and choked her while picking up the pace to drill her hard. After about a few minutes she stiffened up and let out a grunt. Such was the power of her , that my dick got pushed out by her gushing cum. She grabbed me hard and started kissing me like a wild beast and I let her have it.
She then turned me and got on top of me, set my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and lowered herself on it slowly.
She started grinding me, throwing her head up every now and then enjoying herself. I, who wanted to go full throttle, grabbed her by her nipples and pulled her close to me. She shrieked at this and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I then started moving in and out of her like a piston and the sound of my balls slapping against her cunt was as loud as a spank on her round ass.
Her moans were getting uncontrollable with every stroke and her grip around my neck was getting stronger. She even bit my ear in pain once, to which I reacted by pulling her face up by her hair and slapping her.
The grip of her pussy was getting tighter and tighter and she then almost fainted on top of me, losing her senses to another monstrous orgasm.
The animal inside of me would just not stop. I was so hungry for her body and thirsty for her juices that I tossed her off me and quickly turn over to drink her dry by bending her over the backrest of the couch.
After this, I was teasing her pussy with my dick head, just tracing her slit while caressing her ass for a little bit, but then, I had a different idea. I grabbed her by the face again, kissing her, and took her in towards the bed. I dropped her on the bed gently and I could see that she was starting to get confused with this behaviour.
I gently turned her over butt-up and started eating her again, only this time, I was a lot gentler in my ways. She seemed to be enjoying herself and kept asking for more. I ate her for a little while before I slid over her body, my devil waiting at the gates of heaven.
I pulled her up by her neck, planted a kiss on her forehead, and was staring into her eyes as I shoved my cock into her cunt with brute strength. She let out a wee scream, “Aaah!” I then started pounding her like hers was the last pussy on planet earth.
The sound of my balls slapping against her juicy pussy lips was in sync with her moans and grunts as the aroma of her juices and our sweat filled up the room.
We were both losing control of our bodies, bit by bit. I could feel her squeezing tight on my cock and I was getting closer by the second. She probably sensed my cock throbbing, and called out to me,
“Come for me, Krish! Fill me up.”
“Hah! Yeah, squeeze on it, bitch, milk my cock.”
“Aah! Aah! Yeah! Give it to me!”
She held me tight inside her as I came. Spurt after spurt of my semen hit the deepest corners of her vaginal tunnel.
Her grip on me and the pressure I felt backward on my jizz suggested that she had come at the same time. Her grip on the backrest of the couch was undone and she slumped. Thanks to my grip on her hair, she didn’t drop hard on her head.
We were both exhausted and covered in sweat and Amrita’s juices.
I got off her and sat next to her for a bit, catching my breath. She lay dead next to me. A few minutes later, she turned around and said to me.
“What a ride that was.”
“Quite the ride, yeah. Do you wanna go again?”
“Sure, but let’s go to the one place in my house that you haven’t seen yet: my bedroom”
I followed her as she held me by my hand and walked me. Her sumptuous ass, red from all the spanking, bearing the marks of my palm, swayed with every step of hers. We went in and slammed the door shut.
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