Groaning, she slid forward and he slipped his cock out of her. Now what? He waited for her to move. For a minute she remained on her knees and forearms, catching her breath, her chest and back heaving. Then she turned around, on her back and smiled sexily at him. (Prev stories)
“God, but you’re good,” she murmured, pulling him down to her.
He moved on top of her and they kissed again and she did something magical and quick with her hips and he found himself inside her again, her wet cunt still tight, slowly squeezing and releasing his cock. He grinned at her, pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, squeezing his cock deep into her cunt.
“Mm, that’s lovely,” she smiled. “I’m so glad you didn’t come.” She slid her hands down his V-shaped torso, caressing him, clenching his buttocks.
They fucked slowly for a long while, taking their time, neither hurrying, each delighting in the pleasures of the other’s flesh, kissing tenderly, their loins meshing and meeting in a steady rhythm. He paused then and smoothly rolled over without moving out of her, taking her on top of him. Sunita gasped as his cock twisted in her cunt and then she found herself on top, kneeling astride his hips, her cunt impaled deeply on his penis. She smiled tenderly at him and he grinned, his eyes laughing, sliding his hands up to her swollen breasts, fondling them, rolling the hard nipples under his palms, scraping the rough beads of her mangalsutra over them. She shuddered, her eyes fluttering.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he grinned, not caring that he was doing it.
“I’m glad you are doing it,” she giggled, her hips writhing on his lap.
“You do it often? With other men, I mean?”
“Do you suppose I bore four children without being fucked?” she laughed.
“But that’s different,” he frowned. “That’s your husband.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Who told you that?” she smiled at his puzzled look and the quick flash of excited understanding. “Yes, that’s right. The kids don’t all have the same father. Of course I’ve had sex, with lots of men, different men. Why, I was even doing it when Manish’s father was still around. He was drunk most of the time and couldn’t do anything about it. I fucked other men right in front of him. He never could hold down a job and I had the kids to take care of, so what could I do?”
“You actually whored?”
She shrugged with a fleeting smile. “Don’t get moral. Remember what we’re doing. I saw nothing wrong. I had to do it. I had only one thing to offer and I offered it. There were takers. Manish doesn’t know any of this and you’re not going to tell him.”
“That he’s probably a bastard and his mother a whore? Of course not.”
She smiled. “One day remind me to tell you how it began, how I started, with his own brother. Technically, he was my first ‘client’.”
“That’s crazy.”
“No, it’s the past.”
“It’s also sexy,” he said, grinning wolfishly. “You’re sexy.”
“Glad you think so,” she murmured. “Now shut up and fuck me. Or don’t shut up and fuck me.”
She was doing something magical with her hips now, twirling them in slow circling motions round and round and he grunted, heaving up under her. She bent over him, her superb back arching, rubbing herself against him.