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A guttural, yearning sound broke from her, vibrating along the line. “Yours,” she breathed, the word a sworn oath in the electrified darkness between us. “Only yours.”
The power of it, raw and absolute, shot straight to my cock. I was painfully hard, stroking myself in time with the desperate hitches of her breath. “Then prove it. Grab a pillow. The plump one from your side of the bed.”
There was the rustling of the sheets, the soft thump of her getting up. A fierce, contained power ran along the phone. “I have it.”
I demanded, “Now Bitch”, my voice growing deep and husky, “get on your knees and straddle it. Hear the slide of your skin against the cotton. Know that it is me under you.”
The thought of my friend’s (Manjunath) wife, in the bed she shares with him, is riding a pillow, pretending it’s my hard, juicy cock.
“Faster,” I breathed, my own hand moving in a matching, urgent rhythm. “Arch your back for me, Lakshmi. Let me see you. In my mind, I’m there. I’m watching those beautiful hips move. I can see how wet you are, how you’re coating that pillow with your need.”
“hiyo devare Anil” (oh god Anil), her moan was a cracked thing, the slippery sound of her grinding down. “It’s… It’s not enough. I need… I need to feel you.” “I need you *
You will. But first, you will come for me on that pillow. You will wail my name into the quietness of your home. But softly. You will not wake your girls. You will muffle your lamentation because this is just our sin, this rapture is just for the two of us. Come for me now.
Not all girls have orgasms with loud moaning, but my Lakshmi was different. Though both her kids were in the room, I think it comes from the subconscious. She closed her mouth before she screamed. It’s so artistic to see.
“Good girl,” but the larger hunger was deeper. It is the beginning of something intimate, something intrusive. I wanted to know everything. “Now, lie back. Catch your breath. And answer my questions.”
She made a soft, agreeable sound, the embodiment of sated compliance.
“Since when has Manju ever caused you to come that way?”
A pause, a silence for a second. “It’s been Weeks,” she breathed. “It’s… quick. For him. He… he gets what he needs and rolls over.”
I thought, “That bastard always looks for bitches but doesn’t care for his wife”
My jaw clenched. “How many times does he get you to kick your perfect pussy before he is done? Does he…worship it at all?”
She released a trembling laugh. “Kick it? The man doesn’t even… no. That is a series of thrusts. He is… efficient.”
Cold flames ignited in my stomach. “And what about your lips? Do you enjoy putting those plump lips around his dick?”
“Anil.” She was a scandalised whisper, and I heard the excitement in her words.
“Answer me.”
“I. I do. I enjoy the power of it. The sensation of him getting harder in my mouth.”
“And when he arrives? You swallow his cum? Or do you spit it out?”
Another pause, longer this time. I could feel her hesitation, the line between wife and wanton stretching thin. “I… I swallow. He expects me to. It’s…”
“Es qué?”
“It’s… a little salty, a little bit bitter, at times. Don’t really like the flavour, but… It’s a part of it, you know.”
She was honest. “Have you imagined other guys when you’re on your knees for him. Tell me the truth. Did I ever come during those times?”
Yes.” The words were a blur, a confession torn from her soul.
“Last week. I closed my eyes while giving him a blowjob, I… I imagined it was you pushing my head down. I imagined it’s your strong hands in my hair.”
I sighed, “Fuck, Lakshmi.
“I’m sorry, Anil”, she told her, even though that did not sound like she was sorry at all; she was very proud saying this.
“Stop,” I growled out. “What else? What other fantasies do you have stored away in that naughty head? Have you ever dreamed of having two men at a time? Being the centre of that type of attention?”
She drew her fingers slowly around her clit “A threesome? No. Never. That’s… that’s so…”
“Kinky?” I offered, my tone a husky taunt. “Dirty? Picture it. Another man and I. A cock in your pussy, another in your mouth. Both of us are thinking about nothing but you, or do you want to fuck ass and pussy at the same time? Sandwiching you.”
“Oh God! I can’t have that. I have seen it once in porn, but it will hurt so badly.”
She was indicating no with words, not with movement. Her respirations had become shallow and rapid again. I was able to smell her renewed arousal on the cell.
You can. You are. I can hear you see that, alright, you’re getting wet again just thinking about this bitch. Aren’t you? Done lie.”
“I know you better, my bitch, accept it, your body is begging for it, even if you are a little afraid.” I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Oye slut masturbate for me again. Display how much the thought thrills you. Use your fingers this time. Display what you intensely desire.
“Lakshmi… are you still lactating
Another sharp intake of breath, this one different. Softer. More vulnerable. “Why… such a question.”
“Because it feels so erotic and it gets me hard on,” I whispered, the honesty of it knotting my voice. “The flavour of your sweet self. The closeness of it. Does this still occur?”
A long silence. Then a whisper. “Yes. Sometimes. When I’m excited. Or feel something.”
A fire lit in my gut. “Perfect.” I shifted, the plan forming instantly. “Listen, baby. Your children are sleeping right, and Manju is miles away. Go to the terrace now.”
“The terrace? Anil, no. It’s open. Anyone could see.” Her protest wasn’t a strong one. I had already lit the fire, and it was burning high.
“It is the middle of the night. We will not have such an opportunity. It is just you, the moon and me. I will be there in a few minutes. Come near me. Put on your robe. Nothing else.” I was not asking her. I ordered her.
I hung up the phone before she had a chance to say something. I wanted to ask her if she could submit to me and listen to me. I understand the risk that I have taken.
Every passing second was like an eternity. I wanted to know if her hunger and Lust for me could overtake her fear of society.
Then I heard someone tapping their feet on the floor. I turned around. She was there, damn Sexy in the dark. I didn’t speak a word. I just opened my arms wide and gestured for her to come.
She came running to me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me on my chest. I hugged her with my arms. Her body was shaking, which is why I held her tightly so that she would feel secure.
“They’re alone downstairs,” and “The kids are alone,” she whispered
“They are safe. They are sleeping. This is for you, baby. Just for you,” I soothed. I pulled her closer, “Lakshmi”, I said. She felt my erection against her soft stomach. She gasped, her hips instinctively pressing forward.
I wanted this,” I said against her ear, voice harsh. “Since the 1st time that I ever saw you in Manju’s kitchen, laughing.” I’ve dreamed of the two of us together, picturing your hundreds of nights”
“I told you clues,” she breathed, her fists clutching at my shoulders. “You never… You never even looked at me.”
“I was looking,” I admitted, my mouth tracing the shell of her ear. “I was committing to heart every curve, every smile. I was thinking about what sound you’d make when I touched you at long last.”
My hands found the tie of the robe, and with a gentle tug, the knot gave way. The robe fell open. She was naked, her breasts in the moonlight. Her Sexy belly button, the dark, tempting triangle between her legs. It was the best sight of my life.
She moved closer to me. I stopped her and said, “No. Let me see you. All of you.”
I made her legs wide open and held her thighs with the tightest grip.
Lakshmi: Baby, it’s aching, a little slow.
Me: Baby, pain is pleasure.
Saying so, I went down, kneeled and buried my face between her thighs. She was pushing my face deep.
Lakshmi: Please, Muddu
“Please, what, Lakshmi?” I looked up, my eyes locked on hers. “Make me ask you what I want.”
“I want to feel your lips. I want to taste your tongue. Make me forget my name.”
A growl ripped from my frame. I pushed my face against her warmth, my tongue plunging to her depths in a slow, drawn-out stroke. She thrashed against the wall, a bitter cry ripping loose from her chest.
Her fingers twisted in my hair, not shoving me back, but pinning me to her, shoving herself against my mouth. I indulged in her. I licked and sucked and explored, discovering the beat that caused her thighs to tense and the murmurs that caused her to weep.
She was dripping wet, every flavour, every sound, testimony to her complete abandonment. Her pleasure was my sole intention. As her legs began to shake uncontrollably, I slowed, taking a final soft kiss from her before getting to my feet. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen with biting to suppress her screams.
I pushed her, pinning her boobs against the wall, and I kissed her neck.
Lakshmi: Haan, slowly, baby.
Me: I gave a bite on her cleavage.
Lakshmi: Amma, you are a beast.
Me: I’m nothing compared to you; you are a deadly combination of a pride lioness and a white deer, with a perfect body.
I squeezed her boobs; those were dangling so beautifully to see. The milk filled one. And then I knew. A warm, slow moisture on my fingers.
Milk.
The most primitive hunger overwhelmed. I moved her, leaning her weight forward, and placed my mouth to her breast. I brought the firm nipple between my lips and sucked softly.
It was nothing like anything I had ever gone through. Warm, sweet, with a particular, creamy taste that was essentially her. It went straight to my groin, a burst of possession and desire that was disorienting.
She screamed, a sound of absolute, pure bliss as her body yielded to me. Her hand came back, holding my head, holding me against her as her milk flowed.
“Yes… ah god, Anil… yes…”
I lapped at her, my other hand manipulating her other breast, pulling rhythmically, my other hand tracing along that smooth expanse of her torso, through her velvety curls, and to her clit again. She was struggling against my hand, gasping in ragged inhales.
I freed her breast with a popping noise, my lips moist. I was losing control. I set myself against her hole, the blunt end of my penis against her amazing moisture.
“This is what you wanted,” I growled in her ear, my voice not quite my own.” This was what you dreamed about with him inside you.” Tell me.
“Ah, yes! It was you! Always you!”
I pushed her in a single deep, smooth, claiming stroke. She was so tight and wet. She screamed. The sound was lost in the vast night sky. I didn’t give her a moment to adjust. I set a brutal, driving rhythm, my hips snapping against her curves, my hands grasping her hips to anchor both of us.
The slapping and the wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the air. Her milk-scent intertwined with the smell of her sweat and sexuality. It was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.
I could feel her inner muscles flutter around me, a telltale sign. I probed a hand around her hip, locating that tender nub and pressing hard, tracing it to the rhythm of my strokes.
“Come for me, Lakshmi. Shout out my name. Make the entire building aware of who is in charge of this pleasure.”
She had her orgasm, and I pushed my dick deep in her, filling her with my white-hot liquid. We both collapsed against the wall, spent, gasping and slippery with sweat. The cold air rushed over our burning faces.
I held her there, my form still splayed across hers, still embedded inside her, both of us convulsing under aftershocks. From the deep silence that had resulted, a new sound intervened.
That’s about my royal whore, Lakshmi. One thing I wasn’t aware of was that she planned all of this.
Remember – It’s always the girl who chooses, with whom she sleeps or who gets to touch her.
I feel I am so blessed to make love to her – interested kinky girls with high desires can text me anytime at [email protected]. I am always waiting to hear from you.