Nagaraj lay there, desperate. What else could he do? He had taken a bold plunge of asking for help. And then the woman had shamelessly taken her own pleasure and was now snoring gently, back to him.
Those curves were beautiful. He looked down at his own ramrod stiff shaft. He was messed up with juices from her incessant cumming and his own releases. He looked around for something to clean himself so that he could maybe stroke himself for relief.
he used the bedsheet for the clothes were strewn across. And when he started to masturbate he could not help feeling pity for himself. He deserved a woman to empty into and here he was stroking himself again.
Just then Laxmi turned over on to her stomach to settle into deeper sleep. And unknown to both of them, Seema had watched at least some of Laxmi's exertions. She had found her way back hoping to catch Laxmi first and then her boyfriend Lokesh. And then the warmth of a threesome.
Strewn clothes suggested Lokesh had got to Laxmi before her. and when she located the hotbed of action, she was surprised to see that it was not Lokesh. It was someone she did not recognize.
Perhaps Laxmi was misusing the house for her own dalliances. She had caught the snatches of conversations. She had Laxmi struggle to fuck the man. And she had wondered why the woman who took Lokesh and her in so many different ways was being so restricted with this man.
All those doubts lifted from her mind when Laxmi lifted herself off the cock she had stuffed inside her. and as she watched the man wipe himself with sheets and stroke himself she found herself fascinated with the sheer size.
Her newly breached pussy juiced up instantly. Laxmi had made love to her. Laxmi had helped Lokesh fuck her and she had needed that help for she struggled to take him in. and with the intensity and warmth of the mature woman in their midst Seema discovered that she simply loved the pleasure. She was addicted.
And now this new challenge. Could she be taken? Could she take him? Could she offer herself? Would dear Laxmi share like how she had shared Lokesh with her? she undid the top button of her jeans and watched as the man stroked himself.
And then he kneeled between Laxmi's legs spreading them gently wide even as the woman slept. Nagaraj needed her bad and today he had crossed the line beyond which fear of being found or ridiculed was not a factor.
Holding his cock, he used its broad head to probe her recesses much to the fascination of Seema. Imagining his cock inside her much smaller pussy, she felt the urgency to fill herself at least with her fingers. Seema's fingers were slick and she slid in and out effortlessly.
The masturbation which had kept her going for so many years was now hopelessly inadequate. It was really, really large and even if he entered her, Seema was sure she would still be able to see his cock, not fully accommodated by whichever opening he took.
Seema's thoughts were bang-on. Probing in the blind, the cockhead found Laxmi's puckered anus and there was no way he was going to get in. but he prodded on till the woman woke up in panic!
"Hey!" she shouted propping herself up. And that was all the leverage Nagaraj needed. Lifting her up by her hips he took charge. Frantically, he managed to find her upturned pussy and pushed in.
her congealed juices quickly were moistened again and he was inside her. now it was his turn to understand her problem. He made headway but not much more than how much she had taken in.
"Ayya, Master, don't!" she pleaded. "Oh my god," she wept, her fists pounding into the bed as her body was wracked by pleasure which she did not want.
He grunted and pushed deeper. "No!" screamed the maid in pleasure and in resistance but she could not prevent her hips from bucking back towards him.
"Then what was that?" he growled, nails digging into her flesh. "You want it too!"
"No, I don't! I cannot" she sobbed.
He pushed and smiled as he judged himself to be deeper than ever. A little more and he could start to ride her and that would make him cum. He pushed in.
"ah!" she cried out in sharp pain, startling him.
"You bastard! You don't need a woman. You need a whore!" she screamed, leaving respect for the master out of the equation.
"So, what are you?" asked Nagaraj fucking her with force.
"Oh no! No! No! No!" she babbled. It could have been to the fucking. It could have been to what the question implied.
Nagaraj pulled back and pounded in this time sinking in the full distance which he had previously taken in gradually. Laxmi had never felt instant and continuous orgasms the way she did at his fucking. And yet he was touching her deep in places that were hurtful. She crawled forward. That extra space only gave him extra space to pound her again.
"I am not for this kind of fucking!" she sobbed. "There are others for this kind of pounding!"
"Where?" demanded Nagaraj, now in command, fucking her to the hilt, unmindful of what it meant for her. for too long had he been gentle and heedful at this precise point in a sexual encounter. And he was only the loser in the process.
Seema's fingers went deeper and deeper into her pussy till they were completely lost in her, as she mimicked Laxmi's situation.
"I will show them to you. Leave me!" pleaded Laxmi, fucking back at him. She needed to make him cum. She only succeeded in reducing her own self to jelly. She started to spend cum uncontrollably, her body wracked by sobs of pleasure, pain and all manners of feelings.
"Where? Where? Where?' asked Nagaraj vengefully at his years of deprivation ,each time fucking harder and deeper than ever.
"You are killing me!" screamed Laxmi. She reached under and felt the contours of his cock as it pulled out and pushed in. she could not control fucking him back as her own body made demands and also in realization that fucking him to a finish was the only way to finish this.
