House Wife to House Lady

Readers are recommended to read 'House Wife to House Lady' Chapters 1 and 2 in order to appreciate and enjoy this chapter.

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Manisha was not ready for the onslaught and instinctively she pulled her face away from Khaled. However, he placed his left hand and elbow below her buttocks to hold her, got her neck with the right hand and started smooching her like a lecherous bully. He forced open her lips with persistent smooching and then clutched her tender lower lip into his fat ones. To balance herself, Manisha had to put her arms around his shoulders. Nonetheless, Khaled still held her neck with right hands and kept sucking her lips.

Suddenly his mobile started ringing. He adjusted hold on Manisha's body by placing his elbow below her thighs before taking out mobile from his Thobe. He was moving and talking over phone in the house while grabbing Manisha as if holding his prey. She felt so awkward. After the call was over, he again adjusted his hold and brought back his hands in the same position as they were before the call.

Till know, Manisha had managed to remain tight lipped. He started biting the area and Manisha gave up opening her mouth. Next, Khaled's tongue darted inside like wagging cobra. God, his tongue was also so long like his hands, and it was reaching entire cavity of her mouth. She was forced to breathe from her nose. The moment she lifted her tongue to adjust, his tongue snuggled into the lower cavity of her mouth. She was having such awkward experience for the first time. Her tongue gave up to the persistence and now his tongue was surmounting on her. Khaled's saliva was entering her body and she was feeling so disgusted.

He lowered her after good 5-6 minutes and her legs were shaking from this sudden and unexpected ministration. He sat on the sofa and pulled her in his lap.

Did you have something to eat, asked Khaled. No, I was waiting for you, said Manisha. He felt flattered thinking this as an Indian way of manners. He called the caretaker and asked her to order the foods, all starters, veg and non veg.

Do you drink Maneesa, was his next question. She answered in negative. Though she had lied as she did not want to get swayed under its influence. As a matter of fact, she had become a Sula wine lover courtesy Kitty Parties among the ladies from her community.

Khaled announced that let her have some wine. He rose and went to the bar and had his favourite Johnie Walker Blue and Screaming Eagle for Manisha.

She asked him, can I change my clothes now? No need, no dress is required from now on was his response. She requested again if she could do so till the caretaker lady delivered the food? Not needed, was his answer again.

Back with the drinks, he settled at the same place and handed over Manisha's. He said cheers and had his gulp while she remained fixated. Seeing this he growled, what? You must listen and obey me like a good mistress. Don't annoy me with these silly things. Frightened, she gulped the entire glass in a go. He laughed and said, I did not ask you to have in one go.

He asked her to get up and stand in front of him. She obeyed. Open you robe and I want to see your boobies. She hesitantly untied the knot, and her bare breasts came into open. 'Marhaba', Khaled exclaimed.

He grabbed and placed her on his lap (thigh). While his mouth encapsulated her right nipple, his left hand grabbed the other breast. She remained still for a while before his fingers started giving painful oscillatory twists to her nipple. Besides, he was sucking her breast with so much of suction that her skin was getting pulled inside his mouth. She was experiencing arousal as well as pain at the same time. She writhed with pain for a couple of minutes before she gradually started breathing heavily and closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes the moment Khaled paused to have a gulp and closed the very next moment he resumed sucking. The combined effect of wine and Khaled's skills on her breasts was opening her up. On the other hand, Khaled was playing with her breasts like a connoisseur without any hurry whatsoever.

The doorbell rang and they disengaged and organised themselves. The caretaker was asked to spread some of the food on the centre table and keep the rest on the kitchen counter. The lady managed to see Manisha's dishevelled face while she unpacked the food. She was dismissed for the day by Khaled.

Manisha felt disgusted. She was made to eat while she was almost nude. Nonetheless, she ate her veg platter of kababs since she had not eaten anything since she left home. Khaled had his 'mutton burrah' (a dish of marinated mutton chops or ribs that are grilled and roasted), salami and slices. Even though Manisha was used to eat slowly, she tried to keep pace with Khaled. The food was over.

Without caring to wash his hands and rinse his mouth, Khaled grabbed her, and his tongue was again meeting her. The vegetarian Manisha could smell and feel the bits of 'mutton burrah' inside her mouth to her disliking, but she had no courage to stop him. Rather she was letting the saliva laced bits go inside her body. She felt as if she was being disrobed of her religion and sanctity.

He disengaged and said, 'enough with the clothes now'. He pulled her bathrobe and threw it away. He started inspecting her nude body as if weighing worth of the good he had bought. Maneesa, you are a strong woman.... umm...I loved it, was his first comment. His hands grabbed her buttocks and minced like the dough. Next, he smelled his pubic area and took deep breath as if savouring the same. Throughout, Manisha was standing still looking away from him. She was ashamed, embarrassed, frightened, and shy of this ugly and monstrous Sheikh who was so older to her.

He placed his drinks on centre table and pulled her again in his lap. Caged her left breast in his one hand, put his mouth on the other and slipped his right hand on her crotch. Both his hands and mouth were in full action now which started unearthing Manisha from her composed demeanour. He started rubbing and stroking her labia with his two fingers while kneading the breast with his other hand besides giving soft bites on her breast. She started breathing heavily and shaking every now and then. To support herself she had placed her right hand on his back. Then his index finger, which itself could be compared with a modest penis, started probing her vagina and soon found the opening too. The moment he inserted his finger, her body shook. He started moving in. In no time his entire index finger was inside her vagina.

Suddenly he stopped, disengaged his mouth from her breast and asked her to get his drink. Still both his hands continued to work on Manisha's breast and vagina. Manisha managed to get his drinks with shaking hands to his lips to enable him to take a big gulp. He resumed sucking and fondling her breasts besides finger fucking her.

Her vagina started leaking. Slowly and gradually, the storm started building up deep inside her. She firmly grabbed his back lest she lose her balance on his thigh. However, she had lost control on her vagina which was now trying to meet the thrust every time he shoved his finger inside. Sensing her state, Khaled inserted both index and middle fingers in her vagina and increased the speed. In couple of minutes, Manisha's body started trembling and shaking. She lost her control. She bent and arched and then started coming profusely. With one hand she was grabbing Khaled's neck and other hand grabbing his back with nails scratching his skin.

She came to her senses after the orgasm subsided. The moment she opened her eyes, Khaled greeted her with wicked grin as if saying that she was a slut too. She was red faced. He made her to sit on the sofa, spread her legs and sat on the carpet between them. He started licking her wetness. In couple of minutes, she was moving and throwing her pussy on his mouth. Manisha was astonished at the skills and untiring resolves of this older Sheikh.

Then he got up and started removing his own clothes. He pulled his Thobe from over his head. What remained was his undergarment holding a huge mound of meat. Manisha froze for a moment. She was trying to assess if large part of the hidden mound concealed his balls or the penis. God forbid, if this was the latter, then this man will be raping her. She wore the looks of a helpless deer waiting to be attacked by her tormentor.

Manisha came to her senses when he asked, "Undress this last clothe, and treat it with respect." Manisha did, of course. Her apprehension was correct. He was breath-taking! His penis, still not fully erect, was huge. It looked like a sleeping Python.

He sat on the sofa and spread his legs. 'Now help relieve this itching boy', howled Khaled. Manisha kneeled on the carpet and took her trembling right hand to hold his dick in the middle, but she failed due to sheer mass and length of it. She had to use both her hands to hold his manhood. She remained frozen for a moment and sized his dick in her (comparatively) tiny hands. Realizing that her hands were not moving, Khaled blurted, 'what'? She hastened to move her hands on the length. She did so for a while, slowly and gradually increasing the pace. The sleeping Python was coming to life now. His phallus was gaining the glory of its length and grith with every movement. She witnessed the same with eyes and mouth wide open, with fear laced excitement. She realized those porn clips were not false.

After couple of minutes, she decided to use her mouth, lest this monster opened his eyes and howled at her again. She lowered on his circumcised dick and her tongue touched the crown. Slowly and gradually her tongue was moving all over the crown and the length below it. Shining with her saliva, the crown looked like the circular doorknob. She opened her mouth to take it in, but she barely managed to do so because of sheer size. Instead, she ran her tongue around it, and pulled on him with both hands. Manisha's rhythmic stroking for a while bought him to full strength.

'Come on now, you can do better', growled Khaled. And with that he held her head and pushed himself little more into her mouth. The feeling was uncomfortable as it stretched her lips. She had no option but to hold his dick with both hands and letting it enter her mouth by 2-3 inches. Her lips were strained, eyes wide opened and looked as if something is awfully stuffed into her. Khaled's hand had started guiding her head to and frow which was not allowing her the space to adjust her lips around his dick. Thankfully he removed his hands after couple of minutes to gulp his drink and she managed to adjust and get comfy. She started giving head at her own pace and comfort which looked steady and rhythmic. With every movement of going up, she was creating some sort of suction which started building sensation and excitement for Khaled.

It is not that Manisha was not used to giving head to Sandeep except 'deepthroat'. Rather she was so skilled at giving head that Sandeep would stop her after some time to avoid ejaculation. However, she was faced with a different proposition right now.

What made the huge difference was the sheer mass that she had to work on, compared to what she was used to. Though Sandeep is endowed by Indian standards in as much as his penis is also around 6 inches with sufficient grith when fully erect, the same could not be compared with that of the phallus of this man which resembled the old-time battery driven torch (of three A type cells encased in cylindrical steel body). Those from India can imagine the Eveready Torch with big circular head having the bulb. Khaled's dick looked very similar to the said Torch. It looked intimidating and giving head to the same was an enduring job for Manisha.

"That's a little better." He seemed pleased as Manisha sucked air through her nose and kept sucking his manhood. He again placed his hand on her head and started pushing her mouth on his dick but kept a pace comfortable for her. After almost 15 minutes of hard work by Manisha, he pulled himself from her mouth.

You need another drink, announced Khaled. She kept quite and he asked again, 'no answer'? 'Do I have any option', Manisha retorted. Good girl, he said with grin. Khaled went to the bar and made another drink for her. While handing the same, he smiled and said, not in one go. Let's move to the terrace and have some fresh air, Khaled suggested. Manisha thought for a moment, and she could recall and assure herself of the privacy there.

The two nude bodies moved to the terrace, Khaled holding her hand and pulling her. It was moonlit night, and she could see his silhouette, the tall dark man with dangling dildo. On the other hand, her own silhouette resembled the Kamsutra woman for Khaled. It looked fulsome with firm buttocks and strong thighs. Cold breeze brushed her skin which aroused her senses. He made her sit on the recliner facing towards the sea, parted her legs and sat opposite her on the floor like people sit for offering Namaz (prayer by Muslims). He was on her pussy, may be offering Namaz!

His tongue was straight on her labia sucking and tonguing. In a couple of minutes, she was moving her head and throwing herself on his mouth. He came closer, pulled her thighs on either side of his shoulder, and started sucking life out of her pussy while fondling her thighs. The effect was far more unearthing than her resolve. She was looking at his curly head with lust filled eyes oblivious of how she had ended up with this man. The detest, gawkiness and awkwardness of this man no longer haunted her soul, and he looked like the Romeo bringing endless pleasure for her. She started moaning and throwing herself.

She came back to senses when he stopped, helped her with drinks and took a gulp of his own. Oh, she needed the drink to quench her dried lips.... moreover, she badly needed his ministrations, thought Manisha. She took a gulp and closed her eyes before he resumed. The game prolonged for good 10 minutes. Every time she would feel the urge of coming, he would pause leaving her wanting for more. She felt frustrated and was profusely sweating amid the breeze. Let's get into the bed, Khalid announced.

Her legs were still shaking, and she looked as if dozing. Khaled noticed the same. He took her by thighs, put her on his shoulder and proceeded towards the master bedroom. She needed this service. He no longer looked a tormentor to her.

He lowered and threw her on the master bed like a log and got on the bed. Next, he raised her legs vertically up and together and then parted her legs. The brown swollen moist vagina of this married Indian mom was up and glistening amid the black hairs with full glory. He liked the sight and lapped it again for a brief.

He held his dick and started beating her pussy and then moving it up and down on the slit. She was aroused to the hilt and was moaning too. Though she had no courage to look at his dick. Finally, he put his hands slightly above her knees and pushed them down till her thighs were almost buried against the bed. He motioned his dick on her protruded vagina without even using hand. Manisha closed her eyes expecting what was to happen next.

The next moment Khaled pushed his crown against slit which was open and stretched to the maximum due to Manisha's position. It so happened that her labia were also pulled inside the moment Khaled pushed his crown in. She shrieked with pain, and he pulled out. He asked him to put her hands and pull aside the labia. She obeyed with shaking hands. It was a scene worth watching where this married Indian wife had opened her vagina waiting for an Afro-Arab dick to invade her.

The next moment he positioned and pushed his dick again with some force. His crown was in. Manisha felt as if the thick head of a blunt bludgeon had invaded her tender pussy and she shrieked again with so much of pain. He remained still and started twitching her nipples to allow her pussy to adjust to his invading prick.

After her shrieking had subsided, he pushed couple of inches inside. She shrieked again and he continued to play with her nipple. He started moving after her second wave of pain subsided. She clutched the bedsheet and bit her lips while braving his humping. Khaled was conscious that even though she was a married mother, he needed to allow her time to accommodate and adjust to his dick inside her. He moved his dick slowly as also did not push further into her. He had to spend good 5 minutes before she started responding. He increased the speed to the next gear and pushed little further. He was almost 6 inches inside her pussy now and she started trembling.

Sudden volcano started building up again inside her and she started moaning involuntarily. Khaled continued to fuck her without pushing any further. She started sweating and moaning little louder. He put his hands on her thighs for the support and increased the pace. The next moment she had nerve shattering orgasm which kept shaking her for more than a minute.

Manisha was reduced to a mere lump after orgasm had subsided. However, Khaled kept on fucking her in gyration and because of the pumping action, her pussy was producing very erotic sound of splashing cum. She started wriggling out of the trance and opened her eyes to be confronted by Khaled's lust filled raging eyes. The moment their eyes met, Khaled gave a sudden but firm push and his dick was all inside her pussy. She squealed and tried to disengage before Khaled pinned her under his weight and turned to her face.

She was whining, red-faced and struggling under him. He started licking her cheeks, lips and earlobes and made them drenched in his saliva. He raised her arms and licked her hairy armpits for couple of minutes too. After she stopped throwing her legs and the pitch of her squeals had ebbed down, he disengaged and started playing with her clitoris with wet fingers. Gradually she stabilized and Khaled started gently piston her pussy without stopping ministration on her clitoris.

Manisha regained her senses into painful pleasure like an inexperienced virgin girl letting herself fucked for the first time. She clutched the bedsheet and tried to cool down in vain. She felt as if her vaginal cavity was badly ruptured by this foreign object which seemed to have invaded beyond her abdominal limits. It also felt as if his dick was dislodging her vaginal muscles and then thrusting them back to their place.

She was gasping for air when Khaled stooped and locked his mouth with her while her head was nestled into his hands. Thankfully his buts were not moving. This time his tongue was playfully exploring her mouth and she felt good too. Unlike the earlier occasions, her tongue was eagerly meeting him and no longer shying anymore. Rather it was playfully swirling and circling around his tongue.

He started licking and biting her now. She was enjoying the warmth and wetness of his tongue on her lips, cheeks and everywhere. The bites on her breast, neck and shoulder had started producing sweet pain now. The simmering pain caused by his dick coupled with erotic manoeuvre by his tongue and teeth was constantly generating a strange sweep of pleasure within her. It looked that she had ridden up the cocoon created in her mind that the best sex was possible only when made in soft and sweet like she was used to with her spouse.

He disengaged and started pumping her in rhythmic but persistent motion. He had grabbed her waist for support. The moment he picked up some speed, she started shrieking again. However, the same went unnoticed by him. No twitching of nipple, no playing with her clit this time and he continued to fuck her with the same speed. After couple of minutes, Khaled was positioned parallelly (like push-up position) over her and he was ramming vertically 3/4th the length of his dick which had her unsettled completely. She opened her eyes in shock to find him looking below exactly above her. Their lust filled eyes met for the first time when Khaled said, 'I am going to fuck you now...hold my arms for support and don't cry anymore'. Manisha obeyed willingly and held his elbow on either side.