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Sheetal the prostitute (Sex Story)

Sheetal and had opened up a part of me I never really admitted I had.
My life with my wife Rupali was your typical, wholesome life. We loved
each other and our infant son. We shared household chores. I worked
hard and provided for the family while she stayed at home and took care
of the house and our son. Despite our hectic lives we made love to each
other a couple of times a week and maintained a healthy sex life.

Nothing had changed there, but now Sheetal had added another more
devious dimension to my life that no one else knew about except the two
of us. Sheetal and Rupali were the best of friends and it amazed me how
Sheetal was able to lie so blatantly to her, carrying on the faзade of
friendship, while fucking her husband behind her back and ridiculing
her innocence and naivety. I was no better, I was cheating on my wife
with her best friend, indulging in all sorts of lustful trysts and
deceiving her by pretending to be a good husband. But I could not
control my lust for Sheetal. She provided me an outlet for all my
unspeakable desires. My wife Rupali was the good girl… we made love
to each other. Sheetal was the whore that I fucked.

Sheetal was careful never to let on that anything was going on between
us at home. But at work she would call me everyday. We’d have phone
sex, and lustful conversations in which we discussed our darkest most
intimate fantasies. My favorite fantasy involved picking up a
prostitute. Not one of those high-class escorts, but one of those
streetwalkers. I was always too afraid to do it coz I didn’t want to
take any chances getting arrested or get any disease.
One time she came to my office, pretending to be a potential client.
She was such a great actress. My secretary led her in trying
desperately to console her. She was crying, saying she wanted to
divorce her husband. I had her sit down on the sofa in my office,
closed the blinds and asked my assistant not to disturb us.

Then I sat down behind my desk and she crawled on her hands and knees
under my desk and unzipped my pants and gave me a blowjob that blew my
mind.

She would come by a couple of time a week after that. She even paid for
my professional services by the hour. To everyone in the office I was
merely advising her on her divorce proceedings.

One day, around the time I was getting ready to leave for work, I
received a call on my cell phone. The called ID showed it was Sheetal.
I was pretty surprised as we had agreed that she would not call on my
cell phone. I didn’t want my wife seeing my phone bill and get
suspicious.

I answered the phone and Sheetal was surprisingly brief, “I’m here on
the corner of Sunset Blvd and Spaulding Ave. I need you to come by and
pick me up.”

I knew that to be a particularly seedy area of town and I thought that
maybe her car broke down or something and that’s why she needed me to
pick her up. It wasn’t a good area and so I quickly rushed out of the
office and drove over.

I drove a couple of times past the intersection she had mentioned
trying to see if I could find Sheetal anywhere but there was no sign of
her. I didn’t want to get a ticket for cruising so I found a spot to
park and got out to look for her on foot. She wasn’t picking up her
cell phone. It was getting a little dark and there were mostly hookers
on the sidewalks at that time of the evening. I walked past them trying
not to make direct eye contact but I couldn’t help but sneak a peak at
a few of them. I wished we lived in a consequence free world that I
could pick up one of them and take them over to some motel for a night
of debauchery. That’s when I heard one of them call my name. “This
ain’t no peep show Rahul”.

I was stunned to see Sheetal, standing there leaning against a
lamppost. She was wearing a short red dress made of a spandex like
material. It was more like a swimsuit barely connected at the waist
leaving most of her midriff bare.

She wore a long pearl necklace entwined around her neck and hanging
down all the way to her waist. She wore black fishnet stocking and
stood perched on inch high platform heels. In her stocking she kept a
couple of packets of condoms. She was wearing far too much eye shadow
or mascara or whatever and her lips were almost glowing with bright red
lipstick. Her hair wasn’t the usual straight long flowing style.
Instead it looked slick and curly. I probably wouldn’t have recognized
her if I wasn’t so familiar with her voice from all those times when
she talked dirty to me during sex. She really loved acting like a slut
and now she had taken it to another level.

“Like what you see mister?” she said while rubbing her crotch thru her
dress in an obscene gesture. I was speechless. Then she came close to
me and rising on her tip toes on those heels whispered into my ear, “I
wanted you to pull up in the car and pick me up like you were picking
up a hooker.”

All I could muster in response was, “I want to watch you.” She opened
her eyes wide as if in disbelief and then chewing her gum a little more
smiled at me and said and enthusiastic, “OK!”

I walked over to my car nearby and sat down watching her. She really
had this thing down. She walked a couple of times up and down the
sidewalk just like the other girls. She was by far the prettiest.
Whenever a car would slow down as it passed by her she’d look at the
driver and really act as if offering a blowjob. She’d open her lips and
jerk her fist near her mouth and then suck on her thumb, twisting her
head as she sucked.

I loved watching her walk. She moved so sexily, swaying her hips from
side to side with each step. You could easily make out the perfect
curves of her as underneath her dress. She bent over as if rubbing her
leg and the dress hiked up just a little, revealing the very bottom of
her butt cheeks.

I was about to turn the key in the ignition to go pick her up when I
noticed a silver Mercedes pull up next to the curb. I couldn’t see the
driver from my vantage point but I saw Sheetal saunter over to the
passenger side window and lean over. She spoke to him for a couple of
seconds, in between adjusting her stockings and then opened the door
and climbed in. I was shocked! What was she doing? I thought about
following the car but to do what? The last thing I wanted was to be
busted for pimping or something. But I was concerned for Sheetal, she
may have been doing something stupid but I didn’t want her to get hurt.
So I pulled out of the parking space and started following her. Then my
phone rang. I picked up and it was Sheetal. “Hi baby…” she said very
casually, “I’ve picked up a customer and I’m gonna go party with him.
I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” Then I heard a beep and click but she
didn’t hand up. She put the phone on speakerphone, probably on purpose
and I could hear their conversation. “Just checkin’ in with my suga’
daddy. Just pull up someplace safe and we can talk.”

The car pulled into an alley nearby and stopped. Then I heard the guy
ask, “so how much you girls charging these days?” Sheetal didn’t answer
right away, I knew why. She gathered her wits and replied, “20 bucks
for a handjob, 40 for a blowjob and 100 for a fuck.”
“Here’s 40 bucks and I’ll add another ten if you can earn it.”

The next thing I heard was her unzipping him. I got out of my car and
discretely walked over to see what was going on. It was dark and I
couldn’t see the guy’s face but I could clearly make out Sheetal’s body
in the bright red dress, leaning over into his lap. Her upper body
bobbed up and down. I put the phone to my ears and listened. I could
make out some faint slurping sounds and Sheetal’s unmistakable moaning
along with the guy’s muffled groans. Then I saw Sheetal raise her head
delicately wiping the edges of her lips with her fingertips and I heard
her on the phone asking him, “mmm… you like that big boy, you like
what I’m doing to you big fat cock. Yeah, can I call you daddy? Huh…
Give me your juice daddy, you wanna make your little girl happy don’t
you?”

Then she started sucking him again. He didn’t last very long and after
a few more minutes he pounded on the side window a couple of times
groaning hard with his head straining back against the headrest and
then sighed out loud. Then I heard Sheetal moan, “mmm… daddy your cum
tastes sooo good. See I swallowed it all down.” “Oh you’re a good
little girl. Daddy loves you very much”, he replied.

He handed her another ten dollar bill and drove her back to the
sidewalk where he had picked her up. I followed them back there too.
She climbed out of the car with a naughty grin on her face and a look
of accomplishment. I took a quick look around to see if the coast was
clear, no cops or anyone around and then slowly pulled up next to the
curb and rolled down the window. Sheetal walked up to the window and
leaned on the car door, her back curving gorgeously and her ass pushed
up. “Hi honey… you lookin’ for a party?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. After everything that had happened she was
still in character. I calmed down and decided to play along, “yeah…
um… are you interested? I mean, yeah I want to party. Get in.”

“Easy sugar… don’t you wanna know how much?”
“Huh? Oh… yeah, how much?”
“Tell you what lover boy, lets pull into one of those alleys and we’ll
talk a little business there.”

She pulled open the door and slid into the passenger’s side seat. My
eyes were transfixed between her thighs. The dress was so short and
tight it had pulled up almost all the way up her thighs nearly
revealing everything. I returned my focus to the road and pulled out
and drover over to another nearby alley. Once we had parked I turned to
Sheetal and nearly screamed at her. “What were you thinking Sheetal?
How could you just climb into a car with some strange guy? Let alone
the fact that he could have been some weirdo who could have killed you
or something, what if a cop had caught you two? You could have been
arrested for soliciting, public indecency and about half a dozen other
offences.”

“Relax Rahul. The danger adds to the thrill of it. I didn’t plan on it.
But when the car pulled up next to me and he called me over… I
thought that I’ll just talk to him… I knew you were watching and I
thought it would turn you on. I wasn’t planning to get in the car with
him; I just thought I’d act the part you know. Then when the guy
propositioned me it was so thrilling. The thought of a guy actually
wanting to pay me for sex after just one look at me… over all those
other girls on the street. I was just so excited I wanted to see what
would happen next so I said yes. Then I got in the car with him and I
was so nervous and yet so keyed up. Then I got the idea of calling you
and keeping you on the line so you could come by if I got in trouble or
something. Anyway, everything’s cool… so relax!”

She was rubbing my crotch the whole while so I calmed down a little.
Then she turned to me and started narrating the whole thing to me. “So
did you listen to the whole thing? Was the sound clear? It was so
fucking hot. I still can’t believe I just did that!!”

“What was with the whole ‘daddy’s little girl’ act?” I asked her. “Oh
shit… the guy was such a perv. When I unzipped him and started
playing with his dick he pulled out a small photograph from his shirt
pocket and held it in the palm of his hand. He tried to keep me from
seeing it but I could see it. It was of him with a young girl about my
size and with the same hair. I could tell it was his daughter. I could
tell he was trying to get off imagining me as his daughter… so when
said he’d pay me extra if I could earn it… I took it as a challenge
and I knew just how to put him over the top. Fuck… can you believe
the guy wants his own daughter to suck him off and feed her his cum.
What a fucking pervert.”

“Yeah… there are all sorts of perverts. That’s why I was so worried”,
I said, trying to ignore the images my mind was conjuring up thinking
of the guy and his daughter. Sheetal did look pretty young and with the
curly hair she seemed even more adolescent. “Aaaaw… my man was
worried about me. that’s shooo…”

Her words were cut short by two short loud piercing sounds and flashing
lights in my rear view mirror. My pulse quickened and my skin felt
cold. A black and white cruiser pulled up behind us and the officer
said something over the speaker I couldn’t decipher. What was I going
to do if I got arrested for picking up a prostitute? Rupali would find
out everything. The office walked up to my window and shone his
flashlight inside the car. Everything looked so obvious… her clothes,
us parked in the dark alley.

The officer asked us for ID and what we were doing here. I fumbled
around for my driver’s license trying my best not to look guilty but I
had truly never been more afraid in my life. Sheetal was nervous too
and she handed him her driver’s license and her old real estate agent
identification card. She mentioned where she lived and the officer
checked the address listed on her driver’s license.

I guess the officer realized that she wasn’t a real hooker and told us
to move on and that it wasn’t a good neighborhood and sitting in an
expensive car parked a dark alley like that was just asking for
trouble.

I breathed a sigh of relief thanked the officer and got out of there as
fast as possible. No point tempting fate twice. I wanted to drop
Sheetal off at home and forget this evening ever happened. But Sheetal
had other things in mind.

She told me her car was parked in the parking lot of a nearby motel. By
the time we got there Sheetal had managed to calm me down. Exciting me
again with the details of her night, squirming in the car seat as she
rubbed her crotch. She had already booked a room in the motel and
despite my resistance she had me in the room before I long. It was a
seedy little motel just off the sunset strip. Just one room with a TV,
a double bed and a bathroom. It wasn’t dirty but it smelled damp and
the room was mostly lit up by the cheesy neon sign outside. I kicked
off my shoes and socks and sat down on the bed and she got back into
character standing in front of me asking, “so what’ll it be lover?”
“You never told me how much”, I replied.

“It’s 20 for a handjob, 40 for a blowjob and 100 bucks if you want to
fuck”.

I pulled out my wallet and handed her two hundred dollar bills.
“Mmmm… looks like you want the full treatment”, she said with a smile
on her lips. “And everything else too”, I added as I rose up off the
bed wrapping my palms on her gorgeous ass pulling up the stretchy
material of her red dress. I dipped her finger in her asshole and she
knew what I was in the mood for.
She pushed me back on the bed and knelt down between my legs and
started unbuckling my belt. I rose up slightly to let her pull off my
pants and shorts in one go leaving me completely nude from the waist
down. Stroking me lightly she started sucking my dick. I was hard in
less than half a second, eager to fuck her. I couldn’t believe how much
this girl relished being a slut. My dick was slick with her saliva and
precum and she tightly gripped my shaft at the base. It hurt a little
and then she slowly stroked her fist up the length of my hard cock
enveloping the head and then twisted her fingers over the moist bulbous
head and then moved her fist back down the shaft. I was in heaven. What
she was doing was like magic. I had never been stroked like this before
not even when I was jacking off. It was slow and patient work but still
every instant was like a new sensation. Her hands glistened with my
juices and from time to time when unexpectedly she’d lick the cock head
with the tip of her tongue.

I had never lasted so long but eventually my orgasm came over me like a
tidal wave. I came hard, shooting streams of white cum straight up.
They landed all over me and Sheetal then licked every drop off my body
in slow enticing strokes.

“Just a sec”, she said and excused herself and to go to the bathroom to
relieve herself. I had never seen a woman pee. I had been married to
Rupali for three years now but we still locked the doors when we did
our business in there. We showered together often but had never seen
each other urinate. I burst in on Sheetal as she settled down on the
toilet seat. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear all along. “Hey!!”
she protested. “I just want to watch you”, I said meekly.

“Ok…”, she replied a little puzzled. I stood there my eyes intently
watching her as Sheetal looked away trying to concentrate. I guess she
was feeling self conscious but after a few seconds pause she closed her
eyes and felt relief as I heard a pouring sound in the toilet bowl. I
saw the urine gush from her pussy and finally diminish to a trickle.
“Mmmm… god I thought I was going to burst”, she finally commented.

I’ve never really held any fascination for urination or anything, but
since the whole mood of the evening was so taboo that I wanted to
experience every lustful, depraved thing that landed in my head. I took
some toilet paper and helped Sheetal clean up. Rubbing her pussy
lovingly as I did. She flushed and then I picked her up and carried her
to the bed.

I had become hard again and Sheetal took a condom from her stockings
and tore off open the wrapper with her teeth. Stroking my dick with one
hand she started to roll the rubber on to my dick like an expert little
whore. “Mmmm… you like watching girls pee baby? That’s what gets you
off? Hmm??”

She then lay back on the bed and spread her legs inviting me in. I
pulled the stretchy straps of her dress down from her shoulders
revealing her breasts. Flicking the nipples with my thumbs I stroked
her flesh as she guided my dick towards her pussy lips. She raised one
leg placing it over my shoulder and took her time rubbing the head
against the opening till I was so overcome that without realizing I
started pushing my hips forward, eager to feel the warmth of her moist
flesh.

I finally sank myself deep into her pussy in one thrust, enjoying the
new sensation of fucking her wearing a condom for the first time.
Sheetal never made me wear a condom. She always assured me she was on
the pill. Tonight she wanted me to experience what it was like to fuck
a stranger who you picked up on the streets.

“Mmmm… yeah you’re so big baby… fuck this tight little pussy.
You’re the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever had in me! Shiiiit… SHIT
SHIT SHIT!!!” Her tempo increased in time with my thrusts. “You like
that you little slut… huh… answer me?? You like having my cock in
your cunt??” “Yes,” she smiled. “It’s wonderful. It’s so nice and thick
and hard
and hot –” It felt wonderful. Instinctively, she began to move in
unison with me, her hips and buttocks writhing and grinding sensually
under mine.

She closed her eyes and smiled lasciviously, fondling her breasts.
Holding her left leg (which was propped over my shoulder) I banged into
her hard, the room filled with the sounds of my flesh slapping against
hers. I saw my cock and it seemed magnificent. That’s how she made me
feel. All powerful. My cock slid smoothly in and out of her cunt,
glistening and gleaming. My balls squeezed up against her cunt-lips
each time I went into her. She writhed joyously under me, her head
flipping slowly from side to side. She fondled her tits.

“Ohh behenchod… chodhomujhe. Fuck ME! Yes!! — God yes — that feels
so good — Ohhhh yes… yes… fuck me, RAHUL!! Aaaaaaaaaww… aaaaww..
ayeeeee… Uyeeee maaAAAA.
She was so lost in the moment that she completely forgot she was
supposed to be pretending to be an American prostitute. She started
moaning and gasping, spewing filthy obscenities in Hindi.

I slid my hands up her belly and squeezed her breasts and then moved
then higher clutching her hair as I increased my pace. I leaned my head
back and pounded away at her cunt, enjoying the feeling of using and
abusing this whore for my pleasure. Knowing that she was enjoying
everything that I was doing to her.

My mind faded between the different images of her. Seeing her in a
saree, smiling innocently pretending to be the very picture of an
Indian beauty and then the next instant seeing her walking the streets
in her high heels and dressed like a slutty little fucktoy. “Fuck me
hard,” she gasped softly. “Fuck me — like a whore –” and she pushed
her head back into flicking her tongue over her lips.

She clenched my arms, her head whipping from side to side. Bending my
head, I sucked on her tits. Her back arched in pleasure and her feet
rose and hooked under my arms, around my back, taking me even deeper
into her cunt like a wanton, greedy whore, moaning and clawing.

“Take it! Take it, bitch! Take my cock! Ohhh unhhh yeh — that’s it —
take it — take it, Sheetal — take my cock! Ohhh fuck yes! Ohhhh yes!
Aaaaja rundi… mein tujhe chodrahahun. AAAaa. Fuck. Mera lund tere
undar hai!!”

Suddenly her cunt convulsed frantically on my cock and she bowed back
and cried out, arching in delight under me. The sudden cramping of her
cunt on my dick took me by surprise. Wearing the condom had dampened my
sensations slightly, even delaying my orgasm a little but the immense
convulsions of her cunt muscles were too much and I jerked hard. My
abdominal muscles strained as I drove deep into her, my cock struggling
to release my load. I felt every burst of my sperm spewing out into the
condom as I collapsed on top of her.

I was about to drift off to sleep but Sheetal pushed me off her,
rolling me onto my side and my deflating cock slipped from her dripping
pussy. She cupped my balls lovingly and gently pulled the condom off my
dick. She accidentally plucked off a couple of my pubic hairs that had
got tangled in the rubber and that certainly woke me right up. (Maybe
she did it deliberately… to make sure I was paying attention to what
she was about to do )

She pinched the tip of the condom that was full of my freshly drained
cum and looking up, held the condom over her mouth and squeezed her
finger and thumb along the length of the rubber pushing every drop of
my juice into her waiting orifice.

I had never seen a girl do anything quite so smutty. She rolled the
white cream around in her mouth and then swallowed it all down with her
eyes closed.

After drinking down my cum she snuggles up close to me and we lay back
gasping and panting on the bed. I looked at my watch and checked the
time. It was about quarter past nine in the evening. Rupali must have
been wondering where I am. It’s not unusual for me to work this late
but I usually call her up a couple of times to let her know not to wait
up for me. I sat up on the bed, grabbed my phone and started to dial
home. Sheetal was rubbing my soft dick as I waited for the phone to
ring. She asked me what I was doing and I told her to keep quiet. I
told her I was calling Rupali.

Rupali picked up the phone and asked me where I was. I told her I was
with a client. I made up a story about how the client wasn’t in a
condition to come to the office so I went to see him. Rupali started
telling me about her day… rambling on and on. Quietly Sheetal crept
off the bed and kneeled again between my legs. I knew what was coming.
I frowned at her, gesturing with my hands to get her to stop. But she
wasn’t to be denied. I think it turned her on even more knowing that
she was doing these things to me as I was talking to my wife on the
phone.

Making sure to keep her hands held firmly behind her she started to
slowly suck on my soft dick. She licked and sucked on it, occasionally
rubbing her face against it, caressing it lovingly against her cheeks.
Her eyes closed. She rose up slowly and twirled around; swaying her
hips and then gave me a lap dance like a common stripper. Concentrating
hard not to give myself away over the phone I finally had to tell
Rupali that I had to go. “Aaaaaw… I was hoping you’d tell her to join
us”, teased Sheetal.

She bent over and started stroking my dick again, as it started to rise
again, growing hard very gradually. She rummaged thru our clothed on
the bed looking for her little purse. She pulled out a small tube. “I
got this especially for tonight. I went to that hustle store today and
GOD… I almost squealed when I saw this. She held the tube close up to
my face and I read the name and just below it were the words, “Edible
Lubricant - Strawberry Flavored”.

Sheetal made me stand as she sat on the bed and squeezing some of the
clear pinkish gel into her palms started to stroke my dick. She
squeezed a few drops between her cleavage and mashing her tits together
said, “Come on Rahul, you know what I want!”

Holding her by her shoulders, I bent my knees to position my dickhead
just below her breasts I stood up and pushed my dick between the tight
cleavage of her breasts. It was still not very hard but once it popped
in it felt wonderful. She squeezed her breasts together in a slow
rhythm moving up and down on my slick cock so I didn’t even have to
move at first.
In a few seconds my dick was completely hard again. Sheetal released my
cock and I quickly flipped her over on the bed onto her knees and
pushed her onto her forearms. Her buttocks thrust back at me. Grinning
with pleasure, I pried open her ass cheeks and grabbing the lube I
squeezed a few drops of the gel onto the puckered rim of her anus. I
rubbed the sticky, slick liquid into her asshole with my fingers,
pushing the tips of them into her hole. I then bent down and thrust my
face between those magnificent round mounds of her flesh. Sheetal
gasped as my tongue swirled over her anus. I slid a finger into her
cunt and quickly masturbated her. Her whole lower body trembled in my
hands. I jerked my fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt and slurped
her asshole.

“Yes!” She cried. “Ohhh maa… choose mujhe rahul. Choosele mujhe. yes!
Oh ma yes ohhhh uhhhhh yes oh god yes!

Standing up pulled the gaping asshole open wide with my fingers and
squeezed the entire remaining contents of the tube into her asshole.

Her moist buttocks gleamed in the light from the window and her chest
heaved in anticipation of what was about to come. Her fingers clenched
tightly scrunching the bed sheet and the left side of her face was
buried in the pillow.

I pressed my cock-head to her buttocks and, grinning lewdly, my eyes
glittering with
excitement slowly pushed my hips forward, fluxing my buttocks. My
cock-head forced her anus open and popped into the pink puckered hole.
Sheetal’s body jerked forward and her head snapped back and her mouth
tore open. She shrieked in pleasure and agony. She was used to being
fucked in the ass by me but tonight for some reason it was as if it was
an entirely new experience for her. Her neck strained up and tendons
stood out and strained in her long neck and her lips snapped back in a
savage rictus. She looked like wild animal.

“OH god you’re so fucking big, motherfucker!”

“Ohhhhhhhh uhhh yes! Ohhh god, yes, uhhhhh Ohhh yes!” She cried, her
body writhing and shaking, twisting, her chest heaving frantically.

Sheetal cried out again, louder and longer, her head arching violently
backward, her back bending steeply down. I pushed myself deeper and
deeper till I was completely enveloped by her ass. Her moans gradually
faded and she seemed to calm down, that’s when I knew she was ready to
get fucked. As I moved back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her
tight rear passage she began whimpering softly. I slid my hands up her
slender, curved body to cup her swollen, pendulous breasts. I enjoyed
the feeling of power and control. Of possessing this woman completely.
Bending her to my will. Making her moan and shriek like a whore.
Her nipples were long and stiff in small, dark aureoles. She groaned,
biting her lower lip and her anus was deeply impaled on my cock.

“Oh God Rahul… “Yes!” she gasped. “Ohh god yes! Ohhh that’s so good,
Joe! Fuck my
ass, baby … fuck it hard! Ohhh god I want it! I want it all! Fuck me,

lover! Fuck my butt! Do it!”

Chod meri gaand… lele mujhe!! Ohhh God do it harder… I want it! I
want it deeper! Fuck me, Rahul baby! I know you love fucking my tight
little asshole!”

Still humping her hard I bent over and kissed the sweaty nape of her
neck tasting the salty smooth skin. Squeezing her breasts with one hand
I moved the other down, caressing her firm belly along the way down to
her pussy. My penis glistened as it slid back and forth, in and out of
her asshole. Some of the pink lube foamed around the edge of her
hole… evidence of the ferocity of our fucking.

“Yeah you dirty little cunt. You like that… huh… you fucking like
that!!

I pushed my middle finger into her wet pussy. It felt no resistance at
all as it went deep into her slippery flesh and I arched the finger
like a hook stroking her insides as I continued to fuck her fiercely.
My other hand traced the deep valley of her cleavage, rubbing the flesh
between her breasts as they tremble in time with my thrusts.

“Yeah baby… I love it… Rupali’s doesn’t know what she’s
missing baby. Mmmmm… fuck yeah… harder… mmmm… if she’d only
loosen…. Uhn… up… she’d be so fucking sexy. Oh yeah Rahul…
mmmm… AAaah… aaah… I’d love to undress her and lick that
innocence right out of her tight little pussy”, She screamed with the
last remaining bit of her restraint as she was rocked by an orgasm.

To this day I can’t believe that effect those last few words had on
me at that instant. Already randy as hell while fucking Sheetal
bareback up the ass… while living out one of my kinkiest fantasies of
fucking a dirty little street whore… the thought Sheetal licking my
sweet, innocent wife Rupali’s pussy, the image of her giving herself
completely to Sheetal as she bent between those precious thighs of my
wife completely drove me over the edge.

As I was feeling Sheetal’s cunt clasp tightly around my finger, I
came harder than I ever have before or since. I felt my body shiver as
each drop of my cum coursed through my body, through my penis into
Sheetal. My whole being for those few brief moments being condensed to
a single intangible spot in my loins.

After emptying my entire load deep inside Sheetal I lay down wholly
contented on the bed, completely oblivious of my surroundings at that
point. Sheetal was still on her hands and knees and nudged me… and
told me to pass her the plastic cup on the nightstand. I reached over
and passed it to her half interested in what she was up to now. Then I
saw her gently raise herself onto her knees, carefully keeping the cup
pressed against the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her ass was a bright
pink after being slapped repeatedly against my hips. She closed her
eyes, a calm, relieved look washing over her face as the semi
transparent white liquid poured from her asshole. The mixture of the
generous portion of the edible lubricant and my thick white cum filled
with my sperm. After filling up almost half the cup with the liquid and
sensing she was finally empty she ceremoniously raised the cup to her
mouth and slowly upturned the cup into her mouth. I rose up off the bed
standing next to her and watched her swish and slush my cum which she
had drained from her asshole in her open mouth. She held me in her
arms, caressing me, a hug of pure affection and gratitude and then I
felt her swallow it all down.