Hello Everyone,
Welcome back to another chapter of my sex adventures. Please note that all the details are kept closest to the real encounter to ensure authenticity of the incident; in no way or form is this to offend any gender or religion.
The heroine of this story is Yasmin. Yasmin is a 5.5 ft tall 42-year-old woman with a curvy figure of 34B-34-40. She has a horny pussy that hasn’t seen a cock for more than 20 years.
We had been in talks for months. She expressed that her marriage had been going through a hard time with her husband and in-laws. She was unable to bear a child. Her husband gave her 0 fucks, like literally.
He used to treat her roughly like a slave with no respect and didn’t even feel possessive of her, in her quest for fulfilment. She discovered me through this sex story website itself. Myself, Aman, standing at 5’11 feet, fit built, and with a throbbing 7-inch erection.
After months of chatting and planning we decided I’d go to her city for a night of exploring her dark desires. The day was planned, tickets and hotel were booked and I pinged her once my flight touched down. With a heart pounding in anticipation, she wore the most seductive attire.
She wore a push-up bra that accentuated her petite boobs, lace panties under her burkha. A cab brought her to the hotel, and over the phone, I guided her straight to my room. When the doors slid open, she felt a shiver run down her spine. What would happen next was going to change her forever.
I greeted her at the door and got her comfortable. She was quite nervous, but slowly we got closer. I asked her to close her eyes and go for a kiss. Yasmin kissed me reluctantly. But slowly we were hooked in a French kiss. I took her hand and pressed it on my boner, and she backed away in shock.
She told me to wait and excused herself to the washroom with her bag. Soon she came out wearing a black, backless, net lingerie. It was hugging her curves with a daring slit that showcased her sexy legs. With red lipstick and a deep cleavage.
I got up and stood by her, with a swift motion. I pulled Yasmin into my strong arms. She just melted in my arms, and my lips found hers in a passionate kiss. A silent promise of the pleasure that was about to make her cum like she had been craving for so many years.
As we moved towards the bed, I kissed all over her face. I lay her down on the soft mattress, my eyes never leaving hers. With a gentle but firm motion, I parted her legs, revealing her panties.
Yasmin tried to remove me as she felt gross seeing a man licking the place where she pees. But eventually, she hid her face with her palms due to shyness. It quickly dissipated as my warm tongue explored her.
I slid her panties off, and my tongue traced a slow, teasing path from her pussy lips to her clit. A soft sigh of pleasure from Yasmin. As the licks grew intense, against her most sensitive area, Yasmin felt herself growing wetter.
With loud moans, she gripped my hair, pushing me deeper. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra, and her thighs began to vibrate and tremble. I managed to hold her legs apart. My tongue explores her depths with a casual fingering session, refusing to let her retreat into the safety of her own body.
With a few more strokes, Yasmin’s body shuddered. It released a flood of pleasure that soaked my face, clothes and part of the mattress. She almost fainted from the intense squirting. I pulled away with a satisfied smile and removed my shirt.
I revealed my muscular chest as I wiped my face with it. Before I went to clean up in the bathroom, I saw her. Yasmin was lying there on the bed, breathing rapidly. Her body is still trying to cope with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Yasmin: “I’m so sorry, fuck! I didn’t mean to do this, please forgive me!!”
Aman: “Hey! It’s okay, tell me how it was?”
Yasmin: “Fucking crazy, I didn’t expect pee to come like that, I’m so ashamed of myself.”
Aman: “Hahaha, you didn’t pee. You had an orgasm, you cum all over me.”
Yasmin: “Oh God, I’m so stupid. I have so much to learn! I’m so glad you helped me with this!”
I was the first guy to make her cum with just my tongue. She expressed how she wasn’t aware that men can go down on a woman and enjoy it as well while making their partner orgasm.
Aman: “Now get ready, there is so much more. I’m going to fuck you like a proper slut.”
Yasmin: “You can fuck me however you want, I really don’t care, just don’t let me be alone”
She got up and started to help me strip off my clothes. Her eyes were finally blessed with the view of a naked young man, his dick hard and ready. I took off her lingerie, bra. She hugged me, pressing her nipples into my chest. My hands explored her body in an intimate way that sent shivers down her spine.
I dropped her big fat ass, feeling them jiggle with every hard spank and caressed her nipples. She was enjoying every bit of it with giggles and muffled moans. Then I had enough and wanted this babe to work her magic.
Aman: “Chalo ab tumhari baari muh mein lene ki.” (Now it’s your turn to suck my cock.)
She instantly dropped to the floor and kneeled in front of me. What a view it was to see a pretty, innocent wife willingly being a sex toy on my command. My big, hard cock was staring right at her. Yasmin found herself longing to feel it inside her.
She cupped my balls and kissed the tip before taking it in her mouth. She was moving her mouth to and fro, slowly enjoying it thoroughly. Yasmin felt a tug on her hairclip, which opened up her hair. She felt me rolling them in my fist.
My best guess is she had seen enough porn to know what was coming next. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. I pulled back my saliva-covered cock, slapped her cheeks a couple of times with it. Then I face fucked her, sometimes going in too deep in her throat, which made her gag.
All this made her a dripping mess on the floor. Her pussy was now aching to feel my cock in her.
I hope you liked it so far. If you want to read more about it or wish to be in her place, then drop a text or email on Gchat at [email protected].
If this gets enough reviews, then I’ll go ahead and bring part 2.