Rani mumbled furiously and started kicking her legs as I dug into the tight elastic and started to heave them down. It wasn't easy, she had some fight in her but her movements were involuntarily helping me by taking the weight of her butt, so soon the material, I think it was Lycra cotton mix, was down over her slightly chubby thighs. That revealed her crotch, clad in a bra matching pair of pretty briefs, or maybe a thong. I would soon find out. She had a really good camel toe. From the top of her underwear to her navel, was a tiny thread of silky black hairs. What intrigued me was the dark shape beneath the sheer panel at the front of the sexy lingerie on her mound and I was in high spirits expecting a furry thatch over her cunt and maybe I was in luck.
I eased the tights further down to her ankles which served as a constraint to her flailing legs and smoothed my hands up her thickish warm legs, my thumbs meeting at the Y joint of her legs and crotch. I knelt forward to sniff the area. It was perfumed and hot - sort of musky but clean, although if it was pissy I wouldn't have minded, as I said earlier I am a panty sniffer. I let the camera see the way my fingers insinuated the leg bands and lifted them. A sprig of black silky hair or two appeared low on the vee of Rani's mound, but the outer areas of it were spattered with stubble.
"Hmm! Haven't shaved this lately have we Rani?" I chuckled. "Never mind I like hairy cunts and I'll bet if you let this lot go, you'd have a real forest."
She mumbled and shook her head, her eyes wild, but I ignored her and started to lower the delicate garment protecting her sex. It proved to be a thong. The front panel came down easily, but with thongs, the gusset and rear string is so fine, it gets jammed right up in the arse crack and is reluctant to release itself from that hot sticky sandwich of juicy buttocks. It finally gave and my hands propelled downwards. With the garment across her thighs, I could now grasp the reluctant gusset and eased it up, having to force her legs apart with strength. I leaned down and sniffed the narrow moist piece of cotton and that was a powerful odour steaming up at my eager nostrils.
Her mound was thickly thatched in fine silky straight pubes although trimmed to a narrow box shape. The hair stopped at the top of her gash and I had to climb between her legs to keep her knees wide apart. The thong cut into the fleshy thighs, but I didn't care. I gazed on the formation of her cunt.
Rani's vagina was a puffy mound with a wide slit in that the sides curved in, rather than just abutted to each other. Hence the way it had sucked the gusset of her undies inwards to create that cameltoe. At the top protruded her inner labia but only for about an inch, but they were meaty, much darker in colour, almost with a purple hue with an orange peel like texture. They actually shone in the morning light from the rear window. I smoothed my fingers over them and she flinched and trembled as I started to infiltrate the mysterious gash beneath them. Roughly I jabbed two fingers in hard and she jolted with the surprise. I found she was just moist enough to slide in and out a few times, the camera picking up the action until I bent forward to sniff and lick her exposed snatch, pulling her outer labia wide to reveal the pink, glistening curtains within. Once again, there was perfume, maybe some shower lotion, as this would be her first call for the day but mixed with that musky scent and bitter sweet taste of a mature woman's pussy.
I coated my knob with what of her spare juice remained on my fingers, having sucked them first and then got up to lever her legs high, forcing her knees to bend towards her chest. I rolled her tights back up a little, constricting her movements and also in an attempt to keep her legs together, to take in the luscious view of her big round, light brown butt and the treasure of her complete genitals fully exposed. It was easy to slide to to be level with them while holding her legs upwards, she was so much smaller and weaker than I and I licked and sniffed the cute button of her arsehole, across her dark, sticky perinium and over her glossy inner labia. Her ring piece, cute as it was was surrounded with a copse of fine silky black hair, untouched by a razor or wax for some time, so I guessed her husband liked it. I certainly did. The area round her cunt however, her mound, stubbly and it rasped my chin, nose and mouth as I tasted her to the full.
I wanted to fuck her, so I dispensed with playing and checking her out. I cut the tapes to the furniture and flipped her over to kneel on the floor, pressing forcefully on her back to lever her torso over the sofa. Her skirt was merely a black fold over her hips, her jumper had slid down somewhat. I slid her tights and thong down and off and pushed between her legs, aiming my rigid cock at her cunt. Once lodged, I thrust sharply making her head jolt back and started to shag her fast and hard. She gasped and puffed as I grunted with satisfaction, her juices starting to make the action easier, but I would have fucked her dry.
Thumbing her shitter while keeping pressure on her back, I smeared some of the juices up onto it and then pushed in to her bum hole. Again she jolted and shook her head, but the bigger jolt and shake came when I swiftly and powerfully switched holes and forced my rampant slick cock into her sphincter ring and beyond. Initially my cock bent slightly as she must have clenched her pelvic muscles in a weak but brave attempt to refuse me access, but my rigid dick bulldozered it's way in.
Keeping the heels of my hands hard on her back I unclipped her brassiere, tore it roughly from beneath her and put it on the pile of her other undies. I neared my climax, grasping under her torso to hold her small titties and pinch her nipples. I switched my cock back to her snatch, my thumb went into her bum and went to full penetration in one stroke and seconds later unloaded my jism deep in the Asian bitch's hot hole. I imagined her horror that I had gone from shitter to pisser in what could be deemed an unhygienic act, but did I fucking care?
I rested for a while, soaking in the heat of her delicious quim and then pulled out slowly. Cum dribbled almost immediately and even though I removed my hands, Rani didn't struggle or try to move. I inserted two fingers into the raped mire of her cunt and then played with her clit, getting an obvious reaction of squirming, but I held her firm again and let her enjoy the first element of pleasure she could have received. I unclipped the camera from my shirt and angled it near my hands to capture the moment and the closeups of her ravaged pussy and bum.
I pulled my mask over my mouth again, then flipped her over again - her eyes were still fiery and defiant, but I didn't give a shit, I was ready for the final stage of her humiliation. Leaving her skirt round her waist, I grabbed my bag and easily dragged her up two flights of stairs to an attic room which was used as storage. It was heated, so she wouldn't be cold. I taped one of her wrists to a rail at the top of the narrow stairs and added more tape round her mouth. Then I bent her over a large deep suitcase or trunk, so her butt was in the air, spread her legs and taped them wide apart, one to a baluster on the stair landing, the other to a lead pipe. She had one hand free.
I made sure the camera captured her distress, before moving to her face and smearing my soft sticky cock over her face. I then knelt down behind her, removing my mask, she was facing the opposite way and licked her sticky snatch, ring piece and her inner thighs which were now very wet. Gathering my bag, I left her alone knowing she couldn't see my face.
I hung her big coat, bag and boots in a cloakroom - where else? And collected her jumper, tights, bra and thong putting them into my bag. Tape and scissors were already in. I popped out of the back door and strode across the lawn, over a five bar gate into the copse and on checking both ways down the dead straight lane, got into my car and drove away.
Back home, I ran the video and edited it whilst sniffing and licking Rani's underwear. The following day I watched the current TV programme. It wasn't the one she'd be (maybe?) making tomorrow and as I watched her cheery persona perform, I wondered if she got loose, she should have done, found her coat, bag and boots and got safe and sound home to her husband -- and did she tell him? Maybe she had been found, not able to get loose. There was nothing in the newspapers about the incident.
The End
