As I climbed onto the bed, half crouched in front of her open legs I once again took hold of her ankles, marvelling at the smooth firm flesh of her legs, else where they were utterly hairless. No signs of razor or wax having ever touched them.
I bent her legs so her opened wide, knees almost under her shoulders. Her ankles came to rest above my shoulders, the firm calves resting either side of my head. And as I penetrated her her muscles bunched before relaxing. The end slipped inside her, she was so wet and I was eager to be in her. The warmth of her was glorious, feeling every part of my cock slipping into her slow before pulling out fully and once again penetrating her slowly.
“So, ever fucked a white guy” I asked leaning down so that her breasts pushed against my chest, our faces were just a few inches away.
“Once, when I was in college... he was travelling india...” With each slow penetration and withdrawal she told me a little more.
“He would keep me after class for lessons... showed me what an uncut cock looked like.. showed me how to kiss it, lick it, take it in my mouth.. before he put me on a desk and fucked me...”
Her eyes found mine.
“Your cock is so much better than his ever was” She pulled me down for a kiss, unwrapping her legs from my shoulders and putting them behind my back, pulling me closer to her so our bodies were pressed against each other.
“And what about your husband...” I asked as I pulled out, toying with her lips, sliding my cock along the length of her cleft, head finding clit and rubbing against her a while as she bit her lip from how good it felt for her.
“Arranged. A cousin of my fathers friend. At first I liked him, he'd shower me in gifts but then we grew apart when we brought this house and he stopped buying me so much.. oh.. yes.. there... yes honey..”
Her accent had grown thicker, oddly melodic still though.
“Has your husband ever fucked your beautiful ass?”
“No.. I never let him. He asked once, I told him he was dirty.. that he made me dirty..”
“But you let me...”
“I want to feel dirty with you...mmm I can feel it in me...”
Our sex was slow, nothing hurried like before, bodies grinding against each other in this most basic of positions, and she moaned gently as I pushed a little deeper and a little faster.
“You want to feel dirty...”
“Yes.. make me a dirty desi whore...”
I pulled out of her, rolling her over on to her side, lifting one leg up, and pulling her knickers aside again. A trickle of cum had escaped her anus, just a small amount, and I rubbed by cock against it before pushing back into her waiting hairless cunt, one sharp deep thrust that brought a load groan from her.
In this position I could go a little deeper, she had only to lay there and take what was given to her
I picked up the pace, fucking her deeper and faster until her hand grasped my arm, her eyes were screwed up, mouth closed, clearly trying to hold herself back from a loud orgasm.
I cold feel her quivering around my cock, body shuddering as I kept on.
“Cum for me babe..” I said gently, repeating myself until it became a mantra or meme that wormed its way in to her head and she opened her eyes a little, her mouth followed, each breath a moan or a grunt, sometimes a nothing more than a confirmation, those urgent hard “Yes's” that pushed me on to go faster.
The constant slopping noise of my cock sliding in and out of her was a constant steady rhythm, my own voice joined hers, the grunts, the confirmations, the hard breaths.
Through it she grew louder, bucking and writhing against my pounding cock and came loudly, going still as I continued to pump at her. I wasn't going to cum again, not so soon.
I eased out of her, pulling her by her arm upright until she sat up and I knelt in front of her.
“Does your husband make you suck his cock when he's been on you..”
“No.. I tell him it's dirty...” She didn't get the chance to say much else as my cock was at her lips, suddenly in her mouth, delivering back to her the bitter musk of her own taste.
I held her head there, moving my hips back and forth to push my still hard cock in her mouth.
Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning from it, the vibration on my cock made me want to cum again but I knew that for now I was spent and pulled out as she began to lick along the shaft and deliver a final kiss on the tip.
“So, you dirty desi whore, how does it feel to let a white guy fuck your arse... to fuck you in your marital bed... to make you suck his cock thats been deep in you...”
“Dirty...” she whispered looking up at me before looking at the bed side drawer and taking a watch from it “Aha, found it! This is what I came back for... we should get dressed...”
And within five minutes we were both dressed, I in my shirt and trousers and her in her blue and gold outfit.
“You want a lift into town?” She asked as we walked downstairs.
I turned to look at her, she looked so different. Like any one of the indian mothers out there in town, not like the woman in the leather skirt and tight white blouse.
“Please, if that's alright” I replied and followed her out to the front. The Capri was sat next to another vehicle another ford, but this time a smaller less sporty thing.
She unlocked and I climbed in.
“This is my car, my husband doesn't know I drive his capri.. it sits in the garage or in front of the house. He takes it out to wash it, to show it off for a few days before putting it away again.”
“I like the capri, it suited you. This car makes you look like a mum waiting to go shopping...”
“Well, if you happen t be getting the bus again next friday...”
I nodded knowing what she meant.
I knew she'd drive along, pick me up, we'd go some where her house, maybe mine whilst my wife was out, and we'd fuck more.
She wanted to feel dirty and had been repressed by her husband and her family.
“What time does your husband get home from work” I asked her.
“Around eight. Why?”
“Meet me after work, lets drive some where and i'll fuck you on the bonnet of your husbands prize car..”
Her smile was wide at the thought of this.
It also meant that I wouldn't have to take her back to my place to fuck her. She thought I was single after all.. |
