Special Thanks to Kenjisato for editing this story
The resort owner gave a dry smile, as he collected the money, and verified the ID. As a manager of a resort, which was actually a love hotel, he shouldn't be judgemental as the entire business was built on 'no judgement'. He had seen a lot of college kids, young lovers, married middle-aged people, and most importantly, prostitutes and escorts.
But he was perplexed when a retired military man (according to his ID) came with a woman in her twenties. Most probably a prostitute, given the age difference, but her presence did not indicate anything like that. She was holding his hands, and had no doubts or shame showing on her face.
"Whatever," he muttered to himself, as he was scanning her sundress.
She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, as her erect nipples were proudly piercing through; she literally snatched the keycard while the older, retired soldier stood there, as if trying to make sense of all of this.
Just two hours before, he had lied to his wife about visiting a friend, and started travelling with Harshika, her tenant. They had ended up having sex a couple of months ago, when she came to teach him how to use computers, and since, they have been getting in a quickie, every now and then. But she wanted some uninterrupted sex, so they decided to visit one of the resorts near Mahabalipuram, which were love spots for couples.
Harshika went into the room and surveyed it. It had a big window, which had an ocean view. The king-size bed's sheets had been changed just before they arrived. There was a mini bar and kettle at one end. But all she wanted was a room with privacy.
As she entered the bedroom, Harshika pulled off her sundress, and kicked off her open sandals. Anand had barely stopped moving, when she turned and fell to her knees before him, jerking down his trousers, and burying her face in his crotch, with a loud, shuddering moan. Anand gasped loudly, his belly snapping in shock, as her warm, moist mouth engulfed his penis. He recovered quickly, flexed his buttocks, and thrust his hips forward, one hand on her head, pulling it deeper into his crotch.
"Oh god, oh god, yes... god, I love your cock," she mumbled, sucking it eagerly, her face distended with its size, her head rocking back and forth before him, her eyes half closed, her nostrils dilated.
It hadn't been even an hour, since she sucked it on the way to the resort, but still she wanted it.
Anand grunted softly, his mouth open, head bent, watching her; she was an incredibly hot, and randy piece of ass, and he knew how demanding she was in bed. He forced down the fires in his loins, denying himself the pleasure of succumbing to the near-miraculous wanderings of her sharp teeth and cunning tongue on his cock; though, he knew she enjoyed drinking jizz. The temptations of her cunt, and even her ass, were equally delightful.
Anand was a wonderful lover, and Harshika loved fucking him. As a man in his sixties, he still couldn't understand why she was so mad for him, despite having the beauty and brains to get any man she wanted within an hour of installing Tinder. His sex life with his wife was almost non-existent, but he never knew how good he was until he met her. Her passion was literally fuelling him into a sex god.
She groaned deeply in her cock-filled mouth, as she sucked his thick, throbbing cock. It filled her mouth, and its heat and taste, with the muskiness of his pre-cum lining her taste buds, made her swim. She moaned, kissing and licking his shaft, pumping it in her fist, the rings on her fingers glittering against its dark hardness, as she licked and sucked his balls. Anand grunted softly, fucking her face with leisurely to-and-fro thrusts of his hips, one hand rocking her head back and forth, to suit his pleasure. His tunic was fully unbuttoned now, and he had tied its ends in a hard knot across the middle of his flat belly.
"C'mon... suck it, bitch... suck my prick, baby... keep sucking... suck harder, baby! Do it!" he grunted.
Harshika moaned, thrilled at his rough words. This was what she liked about fucking the staff, their rough edges added a delightful piquancy to the sex. Whimpering, she dragged her tongue down his shaft, ducking her head under his legs, and opening her mouth, gently sucked his heavy balls, swirling her tongue cunningly over their rounded contours. Anand gasped, arching his head, thrusting his hips forward. The softness of her face, and the delicate touch of her tongue in his crotch, felt wonderful. Harshika moaned loudly, her eyes half-closed, caressing her face with his rampant, sticky penis, dragging it over her lips, cheeks, and tongue. Rising slightly, she drew it between her breasts, moving it over her nipples and areolas, her tongue flicking through his navel, lapping at his hard belly. As Anand watched, grinning slightly, she moaned even louder, flinging her head back and squeezing her breasts in a tight sheath over his cock--it felt terrific, and he fucked her tits with great enjoyment.
Anand grunted softly, and pushed her head back down to his cock. She moaned, her chest heaving, her hands squeezing and crushing her breasts, and took his penis deep into her mouth again. Anand grunted thickly, in complete control, savouring the pleasures of her warm, wet mouth, and its steady, relentless sucking pressure on his penis; the way her electric tongue roamed over his sticky cock-head, trying to prise open its long slit, questing for his nectar.
"Yeh... that's good... c'mon, bitch... keep going... suck it, bitch... suck harder ..."
Finally, sated by her fellatio, the landlord pushed his tenant's head back. Harshika moaned, whimpering, panting, mewing with lust, and moved smoothly onto the bed on her back, forking her legs apart, drawing her servant-lover down with her. Anand bent over her and kissed her hard, jamming his tongue into her mouth, while he kicked off his shoes and tore off his socks. His penis throbbed between her thighs. He cupped her cunt with the fingers of one hand, and they came away wet. Harshika moaned, writhing feverishly under her landlord, scraping her breasts erotically against his hard chest, arching her head to suck and lick his hard nipples, her fingers under his knotted tunic shirt. She flicked open the knot of his shirt impatiently, jerked it off his shoulders, groaning and arching under him, caressing his lean, muscular body, lovingly.
"Fuck me," she murmured huskily. "C'mon, Anand baby... fuck me hard... shove your cock right up into my cunt... please, baby... fuck me!"
