Sanjay sahib was jolted at the sight of the tall black man standing yards away from him and Masooma. His muscles tensed and his semi-erect cock suddenly went limp, though Masooma still held it in her hand.
"I am sorry for the intrusion," the man said in a deep, calm voice. "Waseem told me that the house will be empty while giving me its key." His eyes focused on Masooma's naked body which she did not try to cover.
She squeezed Sanjay limp organ softly. "No problem. The house should have been empty but we came here unplanned," she said flashing a smile.
The calmness of the young woman surprised Sanjay, who tried to pull away from her. "Relax darling," she said holding him by his dick. George is an old friend. He must have some interesting business here."
George smiled. "I won't interrupt. Please carry on."
Care to join? Masooma said seductively.
"No my sweety, I am here for a quicky with my new lay. She will be here any minute."
"Who is the lucky one?"
"She is your friend... but I won't tell her name. See her yourself."
"I am curious... but guess I should wait for the surprise. Meet Mr. Sanjay. A friend -- he is from India, she said introducing the two.
"Glad to meet you Sir. I have also invited an Indian doll. There will be two Indian under this roof soon," he said in a friendly tone.
Sanjay could only smile feebly in return. It was a new situation for him – a situation he never dreamt in his whole life.
"You two need our bedroom?" Masooma asked as a courteous hostess.
"No, we will be fine on the sofa here. I am here just for a sweet and short round. I have a meeting planned in an hour," George replied. "I guess you two now need the bed."
"As you wish."
Masooma got up and led Sanjay by her hand toward the bedroom.
"Keep the door open for the show."
"Oh yes... I believe in an open door policy," Masooma replied moving her lovely ass with an extra swing as she walked toward the room leading Sanjay with his hand.
"What is this?" Sanjay hissed. "I can't understand. I think I should leave," he said in a cross tone.
"Uncle... please ,relax!" Masooma said. "Enjoy the world of the bold and the daring." But Sanjay tried to push her away.
"Oh please don't get rough," Masooma said while going on her knees. "Give me a minute and if you want to leave then, you can," she said taking Sanjay limp cock in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the limp organ and started sucking hard.
Sanjay was puzzled, andfelt nervous. He could sense George staring at them from the drawing room, but the girl was holding him firmly from his buttocks and blowing him hard, giving him waves of sensations. His dick started to react. It was getting hard. Sensations ... pleasure. He seemed to explode in Masooma's mouth, but she pulled herself away.
"I want you in my pussy. I will taste your juice some other time," she said spreading herself on the bed. A large photograph of her husband, hung on one of the bedroom walls, seemed to smile at the pair.
"Let's do it in the traditional missionary style," she said parting her legs.
Sanjay forget all about George, the strange sultry behaviour of Masooma. His eyes were fixed on her lovely body. He wanted to suck her tits, enjoy the softness of her breasts, feel her silken thighs wrapped around his body and shove his dick into her pussy.
Yes, he wanted to fuck her at every cost... come what may... let the stranger see... he has to do it... Sanjay quickly moved between her legs, supported them with his both hands and tried to thrust his rock hard cock into the inviting pussy. He missed, the girl opened her raised legs wider and helped him enter... with one quick stroke, he was inside her... he did not move for few seconds, just feeling the warmth, the grip and firmness of the wet pussy against his throbbing cock. Masooma gave her pelvic a gentle thrust, he matched and started moving his buttocks in long, slow strokes. He wanted to explode, but fought the temptation. The girl under him was moaning and held his head tightly against her shoulder. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. They were moving and clinging to one another in perfect harmony.
"Yeah uncle ... I love it. Fuck me harder, yes ... oh yes ... yes my jaani, fuck me hard," she kept repeating these words between her moans and aahs.
The uncle increased the motion of his buttocks... He was moving hard, shoving his tool in and out of Masooma pussy... He was panting hard now... He was fucking her with full force, mercilessly, brutally and she was enjoying every stroke and matching it with equal, energetic thrust of her own.
Sanjay knew he won't last long... with half closed eyes he kept pounding his dick in the pussy. He heard footsteps nearing the bed... the click of a woman's heels followed by that of a man... but he did not care... he was hitting the climax... they both were nearing the sweet end.
Aaah ... aah... he grunted his teeth. His dick swelled ... he felt the uncontrollable sensation ... Masooma was screaming with pleasure .... "Yes uncle ... yes, I am there, I am there. Lovelyyyyyy." He exploded ... wave after wave of hot sperm unloaded in the dripping cunt... Sanjay collapsed after a final shove ... his head buried in her soft breast and dick still inside the pussy....
They both lay motionless feeling one another's heartbeat. The clock ticked in silence for few second.
Then he heard a familiar voice – a familiar whispher.
"Dad you... Masooma!!! .... I can't believe it."
He lifted his face and saw Rekha – his daughter standing beside the bed. George was standing behind her --- smiling.
"Oh my God... I can never believe this," exclaimed Rekha, who was wearing a colourful printed sari, tied below her belly button. Her blouse was revealing ....
Sanjay hurriedly pulled himself out of Masooma, exposing his half erect cock to the couple.
He fumbled for words...
"I am sorry baita (daughter)... I am sorry," he said trying to get up, but George put his strong hand on his shoulder, while Masooma grabbed his one hand. He was stuck.
"Relax man," George said. "Your performance was impressive... we both watched the way you worked on her."
