Slutty Paistani Grandma

He got up the following day, showered, and sat on the balcony when she woke up. She came over, kissed him, and sat down next to him. He lifted her face by her chin, and he said.

"Last night was amazing, sweetheart."

She smiled back at him, saying.

"You were amazing; that was like when we were first married."

"But sweetheart, I think you held something back when you told me about two boys and you, am I right?"

He asked, and she chuckled and said.

"You know me so well. Well, Josh kept asking to fuck me. I'm not going to lie to you, sweetheart. I was tempted so tempted I wanted to bend over and let me stretch my pussy out, but I didn't; I wouldn't go that far."

He knew what she wanted and asked.

"But you wanted to, didn't you."

She felt shy and blushed for some reason. She nodded yes, and he asked her.

"Forget everything, my sexy Pakistani slut; just tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much you want him to fuck you?"

She was blushing like a schoolgirl and asked.

"You sure?"

He nodded. He was sure and said.

"About a 25."

He laughed and said.

"You greedy slutty Pakistani fuck bucket."

She laughed at him and said as she walked off to the shower.

"You won't have me any other way, you dirty old bastard."

He chuckled as she went for a shower. He sat waiting. He did wonder what it would be like to watch her being split open and screaming in pain and ecstasy. He felt his cock crawling along his legs and asked if he would enjoy it as much in real life in front of him as she had enjoyed watching him fuck that little white slut. His brain was going into overdrive. He popped into the bathroom and said he had finished breakfast and was heading to the pool. He lay down in their spot, and Josh came over with the drinks, and Dawood asked.

"Hey, what's a good spot to go out this evening with music for my wife and me?"

"What sort of music do you like?"

He asked, Dawood said.

"Nothing too loud but something you can dance to and still be able to talk."

Josh told him

"He would be back in a minute."

He returned with the name club and told Dawood it was busy, so they would want to be in by 9ish. And Dawood looked at him and said in a commanding but loud voice.

"My wife won't need your help with the suntan lotion today."

The lad looked very disappointed until Dawood asked.

"Is this the sort of place you go."

He blushed. He liked the mature women he had gotten off with, so he nodded, as Dawood had said.

"OH, so we might you there?"

"Maybe."

Josh said as he left. Nasreen came and lay down next to him. She seemed almost disappointed that young Josh hadn't rushed over, as looking around, he couldn't be seen. Dawood smirked and asked.

"Lost something, sweetheart?"

She smiled at him and said.

"You already know the answer to that question."

His grin was wicked, he said.

"I saw him in the lobby; he said he was on room service today."

She sat up, rubbing the lotion into her legs as he watched, thought, dam. She's still as hot as ever, and thought he would tease her, saying.

"Missing an extra pair of hands?"

She didn't like that and said she gave him a dirty look.

"No, I 'm missing the handle to hold onto."

He laughed and settled back to enjoy the sun. Dawood said they had a lovely day around the hotel and walked on the beach after dinner.

"I fancy going out for the evening. How do you feel about that? Do you fancy it?"

She thought about it for a moment and said,

"Sure, what do you fancy?"

He played it coy and said

"How about we walk and see where it takes us."

She smiled and took his hand. He had already asked the club about it, and it was only a few hundred yards from the hotel. As they got closer, they could hear the music. It wasn't too loud and mellow. He looked at Nasreen and said,

"What do you think? It seems nice and chilled."

She smiled and said.

"Yes, sure, it seems nice. We can try it and see how it goes."

They went to a table at the back of the room, where they could see the bar and the dance floor. A lovely young girl bought them their drinks.

Nasreen was enjoying the music, and she wanted to dance. Dawood had never been one for the dance floor. She tried a few times and said.

"You so boring, Yar (lover)."

He smiled and told her.

"It's ok if you go dancing and have fun."

"It's not fun on your own."

She pouted, and just then, Dawood spotted Andy and thought that wasn't part of his plan. He was expecting Josh not to be able to resist coming here, knowing they would be there or just that Nareen would be there. Andy got a drink from the bar and made a beeline to our table. Putting his hand and saying.

"Hello Sir, nice to see you, and you ma'am."

We shook hands and made some small talk, and it was when he asked.

"You guys not dancing?"

Nasreen answered.

"Dawood doesn't dance."

He looked at her lustfully and asked.

"Do you?"

She looked at me a little unsure, and then I saw the devil glint in her eyes and not even waiting for what I may or may not say, she said.

"Yes, I do."

He put his hand out, and she was up and off. Dawood sat there with my drink as they danced. It reminded him of their younger days when they had been to the swinger's clubs and men and the women who would drool over her. It was the same. He also noticed that most men were 30ish or younger, and all the women were 40-plus. Who was he to judge? The music slowed, and he watched Andy get close to Nasreen. And she now had her head on his chest as their crotches pressed together. Nasreen could feel his erection growing against her stomach, and he tried to lean down and kiss her, but she turned her head away but did pull away. She liked how his big white ragging hard cock felt against and was rubbing into her stomach, too, and he could smell the scent of her cunt drifting up. He wanted to feel that wet pussy. When the tempo of the music changed, and they started to head back, Dawood saw she was fluttering, and her nipples were poking through her dress. She grabbed her drink and slid it close to Dawood. Andy took the hint, grabbed his drink, and said,

"Catch you guys later."

"You ok, Nasreen?"

Dawood asked; she smiled at him and said.

"Yeah, I am good, sweetheart; he is just a bit too crude for liking, but he has a nice cock."

"I see. Should I have a word with him?"

Dawood looked angry; she placed a hand on his crotch and changed the subject, feeling his cock hard.

"So what's made you so hard?"

He looked at he, leaned in, kissed her neck, nibbling her ear, and said.

"The same thing that has you so wet my horny and wet my Pakistani slut."

"How do you know I'm wet?"

She asked him. He laughed and said.

"I can smell you from here."

She looked at them as if to ask him, you can? He just nodded. She blushed and said.

"Well, it was a big cock."

They laughed together, and he told her how it made him like the old days when they used to visit the swinger's clubs, how it turned him to see all the men wanting her. She sighed, remembering their fund and what tease she was back then. The drinks were getting low, and he suggested she grab the drinks while he went for a piss; she agreed but wanted a few more sips of her drink; as he was heading back, she saw her getting up and heading to the bar. He went and sat down and watched the young surround her at the bar like bees to honey. She was the queen. They openly touched her bum and put their arms around her waist, and she was enjoying the attention. He saw Josh walk to her side, push the other lads, and put his arms around her waist. He saw her looking up into his eyes. Josh told her.

"Nasreen, you look so hot; I could just eat you."

Kissing her, to Dawood's surprise, she didn't pull away. It was a short kiss, and she held two of the drinks and had one in her as they returned to the table. Dawood was looking at his phone as if he hadn't seen them. Josh handed Dawood his drink and sat beside him, but he could see he was somewhat beside Nasreen. At least he was being respectable. We all chatted for a while and laughed, and I could sneak a look at Nasreen and little footies playing under the table. And I excused us momentarily and looked at Nasreen's hand as we stepped away from the table. Nasreen asked him.

"Is everything ok, my love?"

Dawood put a finger to their lips and said.

"One minute."

They were by the bathroom, and he pushed her against the wall and kissed hard when they broke, Nasreen said.

"Wow, someone is horny."

"It's your fault, you fucking slutty Pakistani Grandma; you fancy him, don't you?"

He told her, and she played coy and asked.

"Is it obvious?"

"Not even a blind man could miss it."

He told her; she looked worried and asked.

"Did I upset you? I'm sorry."

He grabbed her hand and put on his rock-hard cock, and said.

"Does that answer your question?"

She smiled and kissed him, and she squeezed and stroked his cock and whispered into his ear.

"Can I?"

Dawood pulled back and told her.

"If you're going to be slut for that young white boy's big cock you should look the part, get in those toilets and take your bra and knickers off and bring them to me."

She rushed to the toilets and, within a few minutes, with her white bra and knickers screwed up in her hand, handed them to him, with a look of what you are going to do with them. He just smiled, stepped to a bin nearby, and looked like he threw them in. Taking her hand, they headed back to the table. They sat back in their seat. She looked horny but a little nervous, too, as Dawood discreetly tapped Josh's and then held his hand open. Josh looked at the white thong as his face lit up. And took them from him and slipped them into his pocket. He put his hand to Nasreen as he stood and asked.

"Would the lady like to dance?"

She stood up, smiled, and then led her to the dance floor, and soon Dawood. Soon, he couldn't see them in the crowd. Even though the music was going faster than they were, Josh was dancing close together. Josh was kissing and feeling her and the tops of her thighs. She was moaning into his mouth. He whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobes.

"I want to taste your juices right now; you're making me so hard."

"Later, lover later."

She whispered, and he told her.

"Look at me."

She pulled her face as she watched him bring his hand to his mouth and like the crotch of her thong right in front of her. She gasped, realising Dawood had given her thong to him; as he put them back in his pocket, she kissed him and asked him.

"Well, do I taste nice?"

"I can't wait to taste you for real."

He told her. He continued to ask her.

"Do you want me fuck you tonight?"

"Yes."

She moaned and pulled right in and pushed his leg between her legs and pulled her in even close with his height and strength, he had lifted her off the ground, and her legs were tangling on either side of his leg, and she felt his big thick white cock pressed against her pubic area and told her.

"If you want my cock I want you to rub your sexy Pakistani cunt all over my leg till you cum."

Moaning in pleasure at the bluntness of this young man, a little worried, she looked round, and nobody had even noticed or given them a second look that they weren't moving. She began to grind on his muscular leg and against his cock, and it reminded her of the days in the swingers club, and in the back of her mind, she hoped people were watching her and wanted her and what she was hoping to get later. She continued to moan in his ear, but she needed to be pushed over the edge. She was so close. She asked Josh.

"Pinch my nipples and squeeze my tits and tell me what you want Josh?"

He put one hand under her bum to hold her up on his legs and pinched and pulled her nipples through her dress, squeezing them and mauling them, and told her.

"I want you on your knees with that pretty Pakistani MILF mouth open ready for this big white cock to suck on."

"Yes, Yes, Josh I'll get on my knees for your white cock and suck it for you."

She told him, and he continued squeezing her tits harder.

"Then I am going fuck your mouth and deep for teasing me for so long, and I am going make you gag and choke on my thick white meat until I am ready to cum, and I am going to paint your face, and tits white your dirty slutty Pakistani wife!"

She came all over his thigh and left a damp patch on his leg as she slid off it. Dawood had managed to watch them through the crowd of people. It was like having his private pron show, but in a public place, she was a hot slutty grandma. They both walked back to the table. Josh had kept his arm around her to stop her from falling over. Her legs were so wobbling from her orgasm. Dawood stood and let them into the booth so they could sit together, and he slid in the other side of Nasreen. Dawood said the two of them.

"Looks like you both enjoyed your dance."

Nasreen put her hand on his knee, leaned over, kissed Dawood on the cheek, and whispered in his ear.

"Can I?"

Josh watched Dawood's hand slip under her dress as he pushed two fingers into her still-dripping cunt and asked her loud enough for Josh to hear.

"Can I, what? Tell me what you want, or you get nothing, you slutty Grandma."

She said.

"I want Josh to fuck my throat in places, nothing as fucked, and so deep in my cunt that I feel like I am losing my virginity again and then I want you both to fuck me together and don't stop using me like slut until we all spent and can't move."

With his fingers still pumping in and out Nasreen's cunt he looked at Josh and growled.

"Do you think you can manage that boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

He replied, and Dawood pulled his fingers out of her; she looked at him and moaned, missing his fingers. She was getting close to cuming again, and he said.

"Drink up. We are getting you back to the hotel for a good fucking."

Josh sat there thinking it had all been just a huge tease, and they were going back to the hotel to fuck by themselves; Dawood kissed Nasreen to a lovely soft moan, and he chuckled as he said.

"I think your young man may have lost his nerve, or he doesn't know he should be coming with us."

She bent over the table, gripped Josh's cock, and told him.

"You're coming back with us. I need to fuck this horse cock of yours."

He jumped off his seat with a smile that said all his birthdays had arrived together. He shyly linked his arm with hers, and Dawood kissed Nasreen's cheek and whispered.

"I'll let you walk with your toyboy until we get near the hotel."

He turned her and kissed them with a look of Are you sure, and he nodded and stepped back to let them walk ahead of him. She put her arm out of Josh's arm and put it around his lower back, and he put his arm around her shoulder first, then he watched his hand slide down her back until he was holding her bum and squeezing her arse. She was giggling and seemed to be enjoying the attention. He got braver as he walked and slipped his hand over her skirt. By this time, Dawood was much further behind them. He saw him stop and pull Nasreen in close to him and wrapping his arms around her, holding her bum in both hands and giving a hungry, sloppy kiss, and as he watched, he moved one hand to her large breasts and squeezed them as they kissed. They were all close to the hotel, and they broke from their kissing; Nasreen was still gasping for air. She was so turned on that Dawood took her hand, looked at Josh, and asked.

"Do you remember the room number?"

He nodded. He was equally turned on, and then Dawood told him.

"Give us 20 minutes, and then come up. The door will be open."

They went off back to the hotel. As soon as the door closed, she was all over Dawood kissing and groping at his cock until the ping of the lift stopped. They got out, and Nasreen asked.

"You sure about this, my love."

He looked at them as they walked to their room and said.

"I know you want this; I think you need this, and even I can't believe I'm going to say this, but your beautiful caramel skin against his white looked so hot, and you were kissing. Yes, I want to see you cuming."

She opened the door, and she pushed him in, pulling his trousers off as he took his shirt off. She took her dress off and dropped to her knees, sucking on his cock like a sex-starved slut, impaling her mouth and throat on his cock, making him moan and growl in pleasure. Nasreen had spit and drool dripping down her chin onto her tits fuck; she looked like such slut Dawood thought. Fuck, I love you, you sexy horny slut. He was starting to growl and moan, holding her head fucking her mouth. Josh opened the and was about to walk back when he saw Dawood her fucking her face in a frenzy until Dawood smiled at him. He shut the door behind him. Nasreen was so far gone in her lust as she rubbed her clit, she didn't even hear Josh come in and get stripped naked, and even Dawood fuck, I've not seen one that big in and porno and said to him.

"Want to take over?"

"No, Sir, to be honest, you guys look fucking hot; I'll watch the action for you and join in when you're done."

Nasreen heard them talking and was now making eye contact with Josh as she soon stroked his cock at the action. Dawood continued fucking her face, and she was rubbing her clit faster and faster, thinking about the boy's big horse, and she started cum and gag on Dawood's cock. The contracting of her throat set him off and cum down her throat and shooting the rest of it on her face. They even heard Josh go.

"OH FUCK."

They both smiled and Nasreen, still a bit misty eyes from her orgasm, asked.

"You enjoyed that?"

"Fuck yeah."

With a colossal grin, he said she looked at him like prey and told him.

"You haven't seen anything yet come over here."

He looked at her and then at Dawood and said.

"You want this; you crawl over and get it."

He knelt between his legs and wrapped her big slippery caramel-colored tits, still covered in her spit and drool from the face fucking from Dawood. Josh's head rolled back and moaned.

"F F F UUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK"

She grinned in delight at being able to make this lad moan like that. She held her tits closed around his substantial white cock sticking out of the top of them and her tits; it only served to make hornier the heat coming off it into her tits and took hold of the upper half sticking out of the top, and there was good six inches for to hold. She had to use both hands to get her fingers to meet, she wiped her mouth and chin, collecting the spit on her hands as lube for his cock and her hands, and he was moaning and growling like a feral animal. She knew she would last long as she lifted herself to get her head over his huge bulbous head as it flared out. Dawood was watching as she seemed to hinge her jaw the way she had to stretch her mouth to fit over his cock, and as she got only the head into her mouth, he was so big, and Dawood thought fuck her light brown lips wrapped around his white and the way the stretched was the horniest thing he was ever going, witness. Nasreen could feel him jerking his hips up and the head of cock pulsing in her mouth, and she he was ready and pulled her mouth his cock and stroked his and looked him the eyes as he opened his and asked him.

"So, where did you say you were going to cum?"

He stood, and she leaned back and opened her mouth and held her big caramel tits up for him; she looked such slut it was hard for him to hold back, and he growled.

"HERE IT CCCCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMSSSSSSS."

Hit her face, and the fantastic thing Dawood was not the massive amount of cum he had just covered his wife because there was a lot of it on her tits, face, and in her mouth. Still, she seemed to cum with each splash of cum that landed on her, and as he about sat back down, she looked up at him and reached for his cock and sucked and licked the entire length of his cock clean, making him moan.