Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

It had been four months it had been started, I was getting fucked by Ranjeet almost everyday. We had a office party, Manohar was sent out o some office trip, recently his trips has been increased. So i was alone at the party, I looked at Ranjeet Sir's wife, he was beautiful, and looking them together, made me jealous of her. She could have him anytime she wanted. I wanted that love from him, sex was great from hi, but i wanted to feel cared and loved by him. I wanted to know, he care about me. I was having my drink and chatting with other girls from office, I was without underwear and bra, as told by Ranjeet Sir. So that he can fuck me anytime he wanted, he was supposed to fuck me during the party. But it was always like that, he could fuck me whenever he wanted, I just had to be ready for him, and oblige.

I was looking at him dancing with his wife, they were close. I did not look like he was going to give me what I wanted, but just looking at him, and thinking of the time we had, making me wet. and with no underwear, my wet spots could be seem on my dress, if I did not do anything carefully. I was standing having my drink, when Mr. Khurana, not Ranjeet, but his father, Mr. Amarjeet Khurana, came to me. I had seen him many times at parties, but he never noticed me before. he was the most powerful man, of the company. He was around 65 yrs old, but age did not justify his looks, other than his gray hairs, he has nothing which could tell he was that older.

He told me that I was looking beautiful, and was surprised that he had never noticed me before. I have talked to him, but only on phone, whenever he called to Son's office. And I had seen him before but never met personally. So this was first time. I was Nervous as hell, He was most powerful man, in the company, and on the top of that he was also charming. He was perfect gentle man, throughout the conversation. Jyoti my colleague was also standing there with me.

He dragged me and Jyoti to dance floor, trying to cheer us up. While I was dancing I started to enjoy myself. I was facing Jyoti while dancing. Then Mr. Khurana came up behind me as Jyoti and I were dancing and put his hands on my hips, pulling me away from her slightly. I was surprised to see that, and I giggled and put my hands on top of his, moving back against him and grinding my ass against him. He took that as a sign that he could move his hands however he wanted, and he started to rub them up and down my sides as I moved against him.

I kept dancing with the him for quite awhile. I think he was incredibly aware that he was teasing me with his body, because the more he moved his hands, the more I rolled my hips, grinding my ass against him. It wasn't long before I felt something getting hard behind me, and I giggled. He must have known I felt his cock pressing against my ass, because he moved his hands up to cup my tits and leaned down to kiss my neck. "You're getting me hot," he said into my ear.

I grinned, turning my head and nipping his earlobe playfully. "Is that so?" I replied teasingly. "I hadn't noticed."

I had more than noticed. The feel of his cock pressing against me was sending tingles all through my body, and I knew that my pussy was starting to get wetter. I kept moving against him as he moved his hands against my tits, pushing his hips against my ass as he rubbed my nipples, which were starting to poke through my halter top. I moaned softly in his ear as he touched me and he started to suck on my neck. He kept pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my top, and eventually let one of his hands trail back down to my skirt. He slipped his hand underneath it, my ass bare as I only had no underwear on. He cupped my round ass as he lifted the hem of my skirt just enough to press the bulge in his pants against my crack. I was tingling, my pussy dripping wet. The dance floor was crowded and everyone surrounding us were his friends. I knew if Ranjeet saw what we were doing, he would be pissed off at me, but I also knew that we were near the center of the dance floor and he couldn't see anything but his hand on my breast, which was perfectly okay so long as I wasn't showing anything. Then he reached behind me, the fabric of my skirt loose enough to cover his hand and the bare part of my ass as he was pressed so close to it.

His hands were rubbing my ass, his finger searching for my asshole, a current ran through my body as he was approaching nearer to my butt-hole. Only his touch was enough to make me out of control, I still don't know what kept me in control then. In front of everyone this older man had his hands in my skirt, I was feeling like I was naked in front of all these guys at party and no one has noticed yet, and soon gonna notice. But everything was put out of my mind soon. His one hand was caressing my boobs under my top. He turned me toward her, pulling me closer to him. His one hand now rubbing my pussy. And we were close enough so that no one could see, when he took one of my boob out and kissed it, it was so fast, that i did not notice my self, now I was going out of control. He understood that, and dragged me out of party.

Once outside, I followed him out of the club. Mr. Khurana had his hands on my ass and I giggled as he kissed my neck, making me stumble as we walked. I climbed in the backseat of his car and got in next to me, pulling me close to him so we could resume making out. He finally moved his hand into the low cut V of my halter, cupping his hand around my breast. I let him kiss down my neck and lick the tops of my tits as he pulled my breast out, moving his lips around my nipple and sucking gently. As he sucked on my tit, his hand moved under my skirt, so he could run his fingers along my slit. He plunged one inside almost immediately and I tried to keep quiet, but I couldn't help moan softly. I heard driver laugh from the front seat but I didn't care as Mr. Khurana fingered me. My pussy was dripping. Some how during over former conversation he came to know the building we live in, and my husband was not home, as he was not present at party. So, it was no surprise when the car was pulled in front of our building.

The thing which made him almost resistible was, his tenderness, not forceful like his son, even giving me so much pleasure he was not going to force me, to have sex with him. When we came in front of my front door, after having so much pleasure from him, I stepped down in front of him, cupped my mouth and whispered in his ear, "I'd like to at least be able to give you a blow job. Can I do that?"

At that, he walked into the house and I walked in with him. He slammed the door behind us. "Come on, suck on my cock baby," he said hastily.

I took his hands, "Come over here, sit on the couch."

He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his shorts, then took a seat on the couch. I loosened my shirt and top more, kneeling before him. I pulled his shorts and pants down to his ankles. He was madly jacking his cock, waiting for me. He was as big as his son, but this cock was really beautiful and nice and thick.

I gently took his hand away from his cock and wrapped my lips around the head. He groaned and slipped his hands in my hair.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. "God, what a sweet little cocksucker you turned out to be. That's it baby, suck on me."

His dirty talk made me horny and I sucked him more fiercely, my head bobbing up and down in his lap. I looked up at him. His head was leaning back on the back of the couch, his eyes closed and his mouth open, groaning.
"Am I doing good?" I whispered.

He shoved my head back down onto his cock. "Oh yes. You little tart. Take it all, you sweet little whore. You just want to please me, don't you honey, you just want to please daddy?"

I was amazed to hear word 'daddy' , and it was making me more wet for him, I nodded, my mouth full of his meat. I then gently took his balls into his mouth, then stopped and smiled at him. He stood up.

"You're not going to tease me anymore, you're going to take my cock you little slut. Open up."

I opened my mouth. He stuck his cock in between my lips and held the sides of my face, fucking my face. I gagged some, and I could feel my eyes become watery.

"You like cock, don't you baby?" he teased. Then suddenly he slipped his cock out of my mouth and started jacking off in front of me, "I'm going to cum. God....I'm going to cum on your big tits and on your sweet face, my little tramp."

I took off my top and not a minute after he spoke, I heard him moan loudly. I expertly opened my mouth and shut my eyes. I could feel his load squirt onto my face and onto my tits. When he was done, I rubbed his cum into my tits. Rubbing his sperm onto my pink nipples. I loved playing with his cum.

He pulled his pants up and went down the hallway. I could hear the bath running. He came back out into the living room, stood me up, slipped my panties down, and scooped me up in his arms and laid me gently in the tub.
"Where are the washcloths?" he asked.

I pointed to the closet, "In there."

He grabbed a couple of washcloths and a big, fluffy white towel. With the tub full, he soaped up a washcloth and gave me a bath.

"You were so good baby," he said. "I'm sorry if I got too rough with you."

"It's okay," I said. "I enjoyed it."

He grinned, "I could tell you did sweetie."

He tenderly washed my body up, taking his time - especially with my bottom, my tits, and my pussy. He shampooed my hair and rinsed it out with the handheld shower head. He looked so hot, bathing me, this naked girl, and him completely clothed. Although, the first couple of the buttons on his shirt were undone, and I could see his dark chest hair. And the hair on his head was a little damp - probably from both his sweat and from giving me a bath.

When he was finished giving me a bath, he helped me out of the tub and toweled me off. He wrapped the towel around my body. I pushed off the towel and stood, almost a foot shorter than him, naked and damp in front of him. I wrapped my arm around him and kissed him. He passionately took me in his arms and kissed me back.

We were in, my bedroom, we were still kissing, his figure, was in my pussy. Suddenly he took it out.

"Please," I said again, hanging my head down in embarrassment. "I can't take it... please touch my pussy, Daddy."

He didn't say anything, but I felt his hands on my stinging ass, rubbing the tender skin gently before he slid his fingers down between my legs. "Oh my God...," he said. "You're soaking wet." His hands moved up to unwrap the towel and pulled it down my legs, letting it drop on the floor as he pushed my legs apart and rubbed his fingers along my slit. I moaned softly as he rubbed me, and I could feel his hands shaking as he touched me. His fingering me, had gotten me so hot that I couldn't contain myself. I wanted nothing more than to move off his lap and just start to fuck him. His fingers teased me as he moved them along my slit, collecting my juices, doing more for me in the couple moments.

"I need them inside me," I whispered. "For God's sake, Khurana Sir," I said when he didn't do anything. I pushed up against his fingers. "Stick your fucking fingers in me!"

"That's 'Daddy' to you," he said, still torturing me with his fingers. "And I'm not sticking my fingers in any naughty little girls who don't ask nicely."

I moaned. "Please..." I gasped. I couldn't believe what was happening. It felt surreal. I couldn't believe I was trying to get him to finger-fuck me. I couldn't believe he wanted me to call him Daddy. The word sent a shock through my body and I wasn't sure what would happen if I let it roll past my lips.

"Please what?" he said. His voice shook a bit and I knew he must be as shocked as I was, but his fingers just kept teasing my slit.

"Please put your fingers in my pussy... D-Daddy?" I asked softly.

He groaned and slipped a finger inside me. I moaned and lifted myself slightly off his lap to push it further in. His other hand was on my lower back, holding me down, and as he fingered me, I felt something start to press into my stomach. His cock was hardening quickly beneath me, and I could hardly keep myself from moaning as I felt it pressing against me. He moved his finger a little faster in my cunt, and I had the feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off my ass, which felt like it was on fire and was probably nearly glowing pink.

Eventually I felt Khurana Sir's arm move further around me, finally pulling me closer to him. I sighed as I felt the bulge in his pants press against my ass, his hand moving to cup my breast as he held me closer to him. He started to move his hand gently against me, letting his palm slide against my hard nipple before cupping it again. He let his fingers trail between my breasts and up to my nipple again, rolling it between his fingers. I cried out softly as he pinched it lightly, and pressed my ass back a little harder, grinding against him.

"You're okay with this, baby?" he whispered, kissing my neck. "You're sure?"

"Yes, Daddy," I murmured.

He groaned when I called him Daddy and pulled me tight against him, moving his hips against me. He slid his other arm under me, pulling me back with a hand cupping each breast. He kissed and sucked on my neck, and each time he moved his lips I felt a tingle run through my body. His touch was nothing like Ranjeet's. It was confident, certain but gentle, his lips knowing exactly where they were moving next. He kissed my neck for awhile before he moved, rolling me onto my back and moving over me, letting his lips trail down my neck to the top of my breasts. "Your body is amazing," he whispered, his lips just above my nipple, brushing against it as he spoke. He flicked his tongue out, licking it, before taking it in his mouth and sucking.

I cried out softly as he started to suck, raising my hands to the top of his head and holding him against me as he moved his mouth around my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair and he continued moving his mouth down my body, though he left one hand on my breast and continued to fondle me. I knew where his mouth was heading, and I bit my lip in excitement, wanting to feel his mouth pay the same attention to my clit as he did my nipple. My pussy was throbbing again, wanting to be touched even after I had already cum twice that night. Then, he returned his licking of my body, kissing my mound and rubbing the tiny patch of hair I left on top. I could feel his breath against my pussy and my legs were trembling in excitement as he slowly licked each of my lips before licking my slit. I couldn't stop myself from moaning as he licked me, his tongue running from my ass to my clit and back again. He finally twirled it around my clit before taking the little bud into his mouth and sucking. I nearly went crazy as he sucked it, my back arching so I could grind against his mouth. He only sucked for a moment, though, before moving his mouth back to my tight hole and dipping his tongue in, licking me hard.

"Oh God," I whispered, my hands running through his hair as I pushed up against him. He kept tonguing me, his hands on the back of my thighs, spreading my legs and holding them up. He tongue-fucked my hole for a bit before moving his mouth down to my thighs, licking up the juices that had dripped there.

"You're such a messy little girl," he teased.

I laughed, and he resumed licking my pussy. His tongue flicked against my clit every so often, causing shocks to run through my body, and before long I felt the familiar build-up in my stomach, telling me I was about ready to cum. He must have known from the way I was squirming under him that I was close, because he stopped and sat up. I bit my lip, trying to cover my disappointment, but he must have known I was.

"I want you to undress me, baby," he said. "Is that okay?"

I giggled, still a little frustrated that he had left me so close, but I sat up and moved next to him, lifting his shirt over his head. He stood up, turning so he was facing me so I could undo his pants. I pulled them down, and then pulled his underwear off, freeing his bulging cock. I smiled as I looked at him. There was a drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. I leaned forward, looking up at him as I stuck my tongue out and licked it off him. He smiled at me, so I took it as a cue to continue, licking the rest of his cock as I sat in front of him on the bed. I was about to wrap my lips around him when he stopped me, lying down on the bed and pulling me close to him. "I just want you to stroke me," he said, wrapping one arm around my shoulders.

I let my head rest on his chest as I trailed my fingers down his body, teasing him as I slowly let my hand move towards his cock. I felt my fingers move through his coarse, dark hair and I let them brush lightly against the base of his cock, dragging them up his slick shaft and playing with his tip. Khurana Sir groaned, hugging me closer to him, and I wrapped my hand around his cock, starting to stroke him slowly. I moved my hand against him, just wrapped loosely at first, before I firmed my grip. I stroked him at a steady pace, and as I did, Khurana Sir moved his other hand across his body. He brushed his fingers against my mound and I shifted so I could spread my legs, letting him push his finger into my dripping pussy.

I sighed as he started to finger me, my hand pumping his cock at the same pace that he was sliding his finger in and out of my pussy. I knew I was going to cum before him the moment he started to finger me -- I was so ready from the attention he had paid with his mouth that he added another finger to my pussy just a few moments after he started to finger me. He moved his fingers faster and I matched his pace with my hand, stroking his cock quickly. I could feel my orgasm, and I was squirming under his hand. Khurana Sir's lips were pressed to my forehead and he started to push his thumb against my clit. It was more than I could take. I cried out, biting my lip hard as my orgasm rolled through me. It was my hardest orgasm of the night, especially after his stopping me earlier, and it lasted longer than any orgasm I've had before. When I came down, his hand was still stroking my pussy, and I realised I had stopped moving my hand. I could feel pre-cum dripping down his cock onto my hand, and I used it to make his cock slicker as I shifted my body back to my original position, my head lying against his chest as I stroked his cock. I moved my hand fast against his cock, pumping him hard.

"Shalini Baby, I'm about to cum..." he moaned only a few moments later.

I grinned as I looked up at him. He was watching my hand, but his eyes shifted to meet mine when I looked up. "Cum for me, Daddy," I whispered as I stroked his cock, staring straight at him.

"Oh Jesus, Shalini..." He made a low noise after his groaned words and I felt his hips push up against my hand as he came. His hot semen dripped onto my hand and I looked away from him, watching him cum. His load was much more than any I'd seen before and I felt his cock twitching under my hand as he spurted. I kept stroking him, milking every drop I could out of his cock. When I was sure I had gotten every drop out of him, I collected as much as I could on my hand, raising it to my mouth as I looked back up at Khurana Sir.

He was watching me, and I started to lick his cum off my hand. I think that's about the weirdest thing I've done during sex. I loved the taste of his cum. I'd much rather have him cum on my hand or in my mouth than inside my pussy.

Khurana Sir didn't seem to want me to do that, though. He grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away from my mouth, a few drops dripping off my hand and onto his chest. I moved my mouth to get the few drops that had fallen on his chest. Khurana Sir pulled me up to him, kissing me hard. I kissed him back, my lips parting slightly. Khurana Sir slipped his tongue into my mouth. It was one of the hottest things I've ever experienced. Most guys, after I lick up their cum, refuse to even kiss me, and here was Khurana Sir, willingly tasting himself. He took all his come from my mouth and then giving back it to me, it rolled between our mouth, for a while, without anyone swallowing, I took his cum into my mouth, kissing him hard before pulling back and swallowing the cum he had given me. "Thanks, Daddy," I said.

He just smiled, pulling me against him. I breathed deeply, the events of the evening finally catching up with me as I started to fall asleep. I thought that I never had gotten to fuck Khurana Sir, if Ranjeet had not ignore me that night.

Good Morning, but what about after that?

I woke up slowly, clutching my blankets around me in a futile attempt to cling to the wonderful sleep I had been having. I yawned as I opened my eyes. There was sun leaking through the cracks in my blinds and judging from the brightness, it was either late morning, or early afternoon. I rolled over and picked my cell phone up off my night table. It was nearly one o'clock.

Even though I had been drinking the night before, I felt great, and a slow smile spread across my face as I concluded that it was probably due to Khurana Sir. We hadn't even actually fucked, but I felt the same sort of warm, pleasant feeling that I would have if we had. Still, his fingers had done more to me than I could have imagined. Khurana Sir wasn't in the room, but I wasn't concerned. For one, he couldn't just leave and not talk about this again.And secondly, there was a good chance that he just had woken up a lot earlier than I had.

I let myself lie in bed for a few more minutes, just allowing myself to wake up fully before I sat up. I needed a shower, badly.I gasped when I saw Khurana Sir entering the room fully dressed. He had tea tray in his another hand.. He looked surprised for a moment, then flushed as his eyes moved down my naked body .I felt incredibly exposed, but at the same time, I loved the effect that my naked body had on him. Mr. Khurana was such a calm guy, but the second he saw me, he had big buldge in his pant.

"I just need some clothes...and take shower" I stuttered trying to cover my self, with blanket, "

He laughed and shrugged, putting the tray he was holding on top of my side table. "Really, Shalini? No point in dressing before you shower, is there? And it's nothing I haven't seen before, right?"

I laughed nervously and I motioned for him to sit, as I let the blanket drop down. My heart was pounding at the nerve I had to be lying in front of him naked, not doing anything about it, but I just decided to go with it.I slid on the side to sat down on the edge of my bed, leaning back on my hands as Mr. Khuran sat in my desk chair, I still trying to look away from him determinedly. I cleared my throat softly. "Mr. Khurana, what we did last night..."


"I am sorry, Shalini..I should not have taked advantage of you..but you were lookng so beautiful..."

"Its okay..Sir..I ..I enjoyed what we did..last night..and...it was very special to me..."

"So it means..we can again..."

I grinned, giggling, and jumped up off my bed, moving across the room quickly before practically throwing myself onto his lap. Khurana Sir's eyes widened in surprise as I sat on his lap and his arms wrapped instinctively around my body to keep me from sliding off. "I can deal with that," I said, my voice soft in spite of my obvious excitement. My hips were rubbing on his hard cock through hi pants, I could feel life coming into that monster.

Mr. Khurana laughed again, holding my naked body close to him. He reached up with one hand, tentatively pulling my face closer to his. He looked into my eyes one last time and I grinned before closing the small gap between our lips. The kiss sent a shock through my body, and he kissed me with the same hard, urgent need that he had the night before when he had slipped his cum into my mouth. I had to gasp for breath when he pulled his lips off mine and started to kiss my jawbone, one of his strong arms still around my body and the other gently stroking my cheek. I brought my hands to his face and pulled his lips back towards me, wanting him to kiss me again. He did for a moment before pulling back.

"Didn't you mention something about a shower?" he asked.

I smiled innocently. "Yes, I guess I did."

His hand moved from my cheek down my neck and to my shoulder. His fingers trailed along my arm, sending shivers through my body, as his other arm moved further down my body, gently cupping my ass. "I think I had better supervise. Make sure you are clean the way I want you to be." I moaned softly as he spoke, his low voice claiming me. The way he wanted me to be... I was certain I could handle doing anything Mr. Khurana wanted. "Is that okay, baby?" he whispered, pressing his lips against my neck.

"Mmm... yes," I whispered back.

"Yes what?" he asked.

I frowned, confused. "Yes... please?"

The hand cupping my ass moved away and came down on my tender skin, just hard enough to make a loud smack. I jumped. "Yes what?" he asked again.

"Yes..." I hesitated, biting my lip as I tried not to focus on the sudden tingle on that particular spot, and on the instant wetness that was building up between my legs. "Yes... Daddy?" I whispered nervously.

His hand cupped my ass again, gently rubbing the spot that he had spanked. "Good girl," he whispered against my neck, and I was certain that his cock twitched underneath me. "Now, come on. Get to the shower."

I slid off his lap somewhat reluctantly and picked up the clothes. Mr. Khurana stood up and went to the door, opening it for me. As I walked past him, I felt his hand brush against my ass again and I looked over my shoulder, grinning as he followed me.

Our shower takes awhile to heat up, and I sure didn't want to be having a cold shower with Mr. Khurana. He followed me in and shut the door as I glanced in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh.

I turned the tap in the sink on and bent over just a bit, splashing water on my face. As I washed my face, I was sure Mr. Khurana wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of my semi-bent over position. After I was done , I turned the water off. Before I could grab a towel, Mr. Khurana was behind me. I could feel his cock straining through his pants as he pulled my ass close to him. I braced myself on the counter and looked up into the mirror, seeing his reflection.

"Wouldn't that work better if I undressed you first, Daddy?" I asked, my eyes trained on my bare ass pressed against his pant. He just nodded and I turned, lifting the hem of his shirt up over his head before I unbuttoned his pant. He kissed me as I undid them, before raising his hands to my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees.

I knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down, staring at the bulge in his underwear and trailing my fingers along it through the fabric before I pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. I looked up at him as I stuck my tongue out, licking his tip. Mr. Khurana smiled. "Are you going to be a good girl and suck your Daddy's cock?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly and looked back at his cock, opening my mouth and sliding as much of it as I could get in at one time. Mr. Khurana groaned, and I moved my mouth slowly around him, loving the feeling of his smooth, throbbing cock in my mouth. He let me suck him for quite awhile, and my pussy was dripping more and more. The water had obviously warmed up because the bathroom began to steam and I began to breathe harder. My head bobbed against Mr. Khurana's cock, and my entire body felt heightened. My nipples were hard and my skin felt incredibly sensitive, and it wasn't long before I couldn't help myself from moving a hand down between my legs to relieve the aching throb in my pussy. I sighed against Mr. Khurana's cock as I slide my fingers along my slit, letting it brush against my clit and play against my hole, but not wanting to go much further than that.

Mr. Khurana saw me touching my pussy and he pulled his cock out of my mouth, helping me to my feet. He raised my hand to his mouth and licked my fingers as he dipped his other hand between my legs. I couldn't help myself from pushing my pussy against his fingers, but he moved his hand away as soon as I did. "Naughty girl," he whispered, chuckling. "You're soaking wet. I haven't even gotten you into the shower yet."

He pulled back and reached to the shelf, where my shampoo was sitting. "Turn around," he directed. I obeyed eagerly. I heard him open the bottle and put it back down on the shelf after he had squirted some shampoo into his hands. The raspberry scent of my shampoo drifted towards me and I sighed when I felt Mr. Khurana's fingers working gently against my scalp. He washed my hair, getting it totally covered in the scented shampoo before I felt some of the lather dripping down my body.

"Guess I took a little too much," he chuckled, letting his massaging hands drift from my head to my neck and shoulders, then down my chest. I giggled as it dripped down my breasts, his hands running down my arms and then back up my stomach, cupping my tits gently before he pulled his hands away to turn me around, letting the hot water rinse the lather from my hair. He looked at me as the water ran over me, and I looked back, not moving, waiting to see what he would do. He ran his hands through my hair, getting all the shampoo out. I grinned at him as he pulled himself close to me, kissing me under the spray of the shower, his cock pressed against me, as hard and smooth as before.

As he kissed me, I reached to the shelf, grabbing my body wash. He pulled back and went to take it from my hand, but I moved it out of his reach. "My turn," I said. "You need to get washed too, Daddy."

"I had a shower this morning, baby," he said, trying to grab it from me again. "And you're not washing me with something that smells like flowers. That's for you."

I giggled and popped the cap open. "Please, Daddy? I promise you won't mind by the time I'm done..."

He didn't fight all that hard after I poured some soap directly onto my hands and started to rub it into his chest. Normally, I use a cloth or something, but this worked much better, since he was apparently already clean. I rubbed his chest first, before working it onto his back. I dropped to my knees and grinned up at him before I skipped touching his cock and began working the soap up each of his legs. He laughed as I washed him, the flowery scent of my body wash overpowering the scent of my shampoo. I ran my fingers along each of his legs before I finally put a bit more soap onto my hands and ran my slippery fingers along his cock. He groaned as I gently washed his cock, maybe stroking him a few more times than was necessary to get him clean. Once I finished there, I moved my hands to his balls, and Mr. Khurana had to brace himself against the shower wall as I rubbed him. Finally, I stood back up, pulling Mr. Khurana under the spray of the shower and running my hands up and down his body to get all the soap off. When my fingers got to his cock again, he made a sound almost like a growl and grabbed my arms, pushing me up against the wall hard as he kissed me, grinding his cock against me. I moaned and his hands moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me squirm between him and the cool tile of the wall.

"Shalini baby, do you want me to fuck you?" he growled against my lips. "You're such a damn tease... I wanted to fuck you properly, in a bed, but..."

"Fuck me, Daddy," I interrupted. "There's time for beds later."

He groaned and slid his hands down to my thighs, moving them around my legs to just under my ass, and lifting me up. I gasped in surprise as he lifted me easily and positioned his cock at the entrance to my tight hole. I had grabbed his shoulders in surprise when he lifted me, but I let one move down to guide his cock into my dripping entrance, as it was too slippery for him to just slide into me. He ran his cock up and down my bare slit, then brought his head down to suck on my tits. I closed my eyes and whimpered in pleasure.I held his head close to my chest, urging him on. He stood back up and slowly pushed his cock into me. I gasped as his tip pushed into me, almost trembling in excitement to feel Mr. Khurana's cock inside me. He groaned again as he pushed further into me, and I let out a soft moan. My working on my body parts, was paying meback, I was feeling virgin again, after so much stretching receiving from Ranjeet. So I could still feel Khurana Sir stretching me. He pushed his cock in at a steady pace, just slow enough so that I could adjust, though by the time he was buried deep inside me, I need a moment to get used to the feel of him inside me.

"Are you okay, baby?" he whispered after a few seconds of just holding still against me, pressing me against the wall of the shower.

I sighed. "I'm great, Daddy," I whispered. "I never imagined your cock would feel this good."

He went in slowly and then took his cock back out, then pushed it in again. Finally, he eased the whole thing in, and a few tears came to my eyes. He brushed my tears away. "It'll be okay sweetheart, it'll go away in a few minutes,"

I nodded. He leaned down to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. I kissed him passionately as I felt his dick go in and out of me slowly. Pretty soon, I was begging for more.

"Oh god Daddy, yes. Give me your cock."

That was all he could handle, and he groaned as he pulled back and began thrusting into me harder and faster. I couldn't keep myself from moaning as he fucked me against the shower wall, feeling the spray of the shower against my skin, the steam swirling around me and making every sense a million times more heightened. My hands tightened on Mr. Khurana's shoulders, holding myself up as held my legs around my waist. His head was buried against my neck, and I could feel his teeth scbanging gently against my skin, sucking just hard enough that I knew there would a light mark there.

He slipped his cock out of me and stroked it, "Is this what you want baby?"

I nodded, "Please, fuck me Daddy"

He slipped it back inside. He groaned as he fucked me, "Damn, Shalini you are so tight. You're little pussy is so tight around my cock baby. Do you like that?"

"Oh yes, I love it."

It wasn't going to take me long to cum, and I could already feel myself building up. I raked my nails gently across his shoulders, making Mr. Khurana look up at me. "I'm gonna cum soon, Daddy..." I gasped.

"Good girl," he whispered, his pace staying steady as he fucked me. I held myself close against him as he fucked me, each thrust like another step towards my orgasm, like I could literally feel it coming closer. I gasped and panted, wanting to cum so bad it almost hurt.

"Need... Daddy, I'm so close, please..." I gasped, hardly able to get the world out.

He licked and bit down lightly on my neck. "What do you need, baby?" He was just teasing me, he knew he could make me cum in the next few moments if he wanted to.

"Harder..." I whispered.

"What's harder?"

"Fuck me harder!" I nearly screamed. He didn't move any faster, but I could feel him grinning against my neck.

"Only nice little girls get fucked hard," he whispered, and his next few thrusts were slowed slightly.

I groaned. "Please... please f-fuck me harder? D-Daddy?" I gasped, stuttering.

He didn't need to be asked twice -- I was so focused on my own orgasm that I didn't realise he was about to cum as well. He thrust hard into me, pounding me against the wall, fucking me hard and fast. It only took a few hard thrusts to put me teetering on the edge. All I needed was a bit more... just a bit... I was begging him to make me cum, though I was so focused I hardly knew what I was saying.
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