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Manju Turns Into Full Time Slut Chapter 3

Prakash has his choice fulfilled- her ass is speared finally.

Manju had a definitive plan in mind to quickly visit her mom at the hospital and return the same night, she was near to the clinic when she got a call and it was her sister, "Manju -- don't worry, Ma is fine we are taking her back home. You can carry on with your work, take care" for Manju this was great news -- she wanted to finish off the ass job with Prakash, her ass was yet tingling with the penetration of all edibles provided by Prakash and she knew it would be a different taste for him when he would slide again to lick the bung hope upon her return.

It was premature to guess but she knew he would thoroughly lick her and tongue fuck her there before buggering the precious hole, he treasured the ass of woman like most virile men do -- men who have hard dicks are not happy with the pussy alone, they love reaming their women and it is plural because wives rarely give in to these demands -- they may do it with another man but not with their own husbands, for instance Manju was yet to allow Robert in her ass.

She was back in the hotel in a dishelmed state and rushed to the room and knocked and knocked and knocked, she was confused why was he not opening up and then she saw him coming out of the lift towards the room, elegant and sound wearing nice shorts and a white T shirt. He looked great- with his hair swinging and tied behind, she did not notice it earlier that he was sporting pretty long hair though he was losing his hairline in the forehead area.

He took her in his arms -- 'Come pretty fast, was wondering which slut movie to watch for the night. Thank you very much' she could feel his hard on, it was pressing against her tummy easy and hard.

They went inside and he noticed that she was wearing a sexy sari and he could not take his eyes off his secretary, she was now in a different dress. The floor and bed was still wet and moist with her sweat and their fuck. He lay with his hips at the edge, his feet on the floor, his penis thrust proudly upward through his shorts.

Manju moaned and, dropping to her knees, caressed his cock wantonly and quickly removed his shorts, he was not wearing underwear and started with fondling the prick and jerking the shaft in her fingers.

Bending her head, she licked and sucked the protruding cock-head.

Prakash groaned; it felt wonderful.

Opening her mouth wide, she sucked on his cock-head gently, running her tongue cunningly around the gorged, thick, slimy knob. Lifting her eyes, watching his face, opening her mouth wide, she licked his cock-head lasciviously, lapping delicately at the beads of pre-cum gunk that oozed from the long slit in the tip.

"Oh fuck yes; you are full of energy, where did you go, to get on to some aphrodisiac!" Prakash groaned, his head bent, watching her, as aroused by the sight of her sucking his cock as the actual fellatio. "C'mon! Suck it!"

Manju smiled, her sexy fingers twinkling on his cock-shaft. She licked the sheath wantonly, and then sucked his cock-head again till he stopped her. She rose to her feet, gorgeous, alluring, her body glistening with sweat, glittering with the wet like adornment of sweat gunk on her face and breasts. She straddled his hips, her feet on the floor, and legs astride the bed over his groin. The long slits on the inside legs of her transparent sari and petticoat parted, exposing her naked, wet cunt and buttocks, in her slit. She took his cock in one hand, pulled the petticoat slightly to one side and slowly lowered her cunt to his cock. Her cunt-lips brushed his cock-head. She moved his cock back and forth and round and round gently, smiling wantonly down at him, her eyes glittering as she stimulated her clitoris and slit with his prick and glands. He could feel the wet heat of her cunt on

his cock-head.

"C'mon! Sit on my dick my slut -- you are ready for my best friend Shuja we will have him visiting us tomorrow, fuck him and will make you real rich, he is my biggest customer and friend, you know him, he has his eyes on you every time he came to our office, same guy, young stud and virile, you will love his prick!" he grunted.

Manju hissed in pleasure, she secretly had been fantasizing about Shuja for quite a while and yes she also wanted him badly and this was a shot in her cunt kind of a news for her and she bit her lower lip. Slowly, she eased her cunt down onto his cock. The thick cock-head popped into her cunt and she gasped softly, gritting her teeth, sucking in her breath, arching her head. Her mouth opened, and her tongue ran sensuously across her upper lip. Holding his shaft in one hand, keeping the petticoat lifted clear with the other, she began to swirl her hips in slow, wide arcs, snapping them sharply as she brought them around. His cock-head churned her molten cunt-flesh, mashing her quivering clitoris.

"Oh Manju darling yes!" she gasped, chewing her lower lip again.

Her hands slid away from his cock and the petticoat and moved erotically up her body, caressing her crotch, then her belly, rising under her sexy fake necklace to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them in her excitement. Her head turned to one side, a mask of pleasure. Prakash watched her, transfixed. Now it seemed to him and he wanted to confess that she was the sexiest woman he had ever fucked.

She hissed in pleasure, and her hands moved higher, over her neck and face and then she lifted her arms high, her hands linked behind her head and tilted her face up. Her legs spread wide, her knees deeply bent, she ground her hips round and round, moving faster and faster, gasping and moaning, her elbows pushed up and out.

Her breasts wobbled and jiggled as she moved and he slid his hands up her body and squeezed them, making her groan loudly. Again and again her wicked tongue arched over her upper lip in a curiously wanton action that aroused him intensely. Now she slid her hands down to her buttocks and under them, pulling the curved lobes open, her fingertips reached beneath for his shaft, teasing it gently.

"Ohhh yes, Manju darling ... ohhh that's so good, lover! Fuck ... yes oh fuck yes! That's it ... mm; c'mon ... squeeze my tits, Prakash! Squeeze them hard! Ohhh yes ... that's it!"

Biting her lower lip, she leaned forward from the waist, her hands on the insides of her thighs and, gradually, began lowering her cunt onto the cock. She gasped and winced as the first and last bit into her cunt-flesh. Slowing, she moaned, her nostrils flared, her eyes bright and sharp with lust.

"Slowly," she gasped. "I want to feel every inch of it going in ... mm, yes ... that's it ... ohhh yes ... oh god that's so good ... fuck, your cock's so big!"

Prakash fought to contain himself as her taut, fiery cunt slid down on his armored penis, engulfing him in her volcanic flesh. Lower and lower her cunt sank, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her flesh. She gasped and moaned and groaned loud obscenities as the prick crushed her wet cunt-flesh. The petticoat down her crotch glittered against the black cock, an intensely sexy sight set against the wet black curls of her pubic hair and the soft brightness of her cunt-flesh. At last she had him entirely inside her, her buttocks on his thighs, his balls pressed to her cunt-lips. She whimpered and rocked forward, her hands on his deep chest. Her head tilted to one side, she looked at him with glittering eyes.

"Fuck me slowly," she whispered, and bending over, kissed him lasciviously, slipping her tongue erotically in and out of his mouth, tonguing his nipples.

He squeezed her breasts and slid his hands up and down her sweating back, fingering her anus. He had no doubt that she would like being fucked in the ass, and he intended to do it. As she rose, he squeezed her breasts together and sucked on them simultaneously, whipping her rigid nipples with his tongue, scraping his teeth over the hard points. Manju shuddered, gasping in joy. Her necklaces rasped between their bodies. Their hips ground together, undulating and rocking and swaying. Manju arched her head and gasped. Her face was suffused with pleasure: Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open in an erotic O, her nostrils flared. The little nose-stud winked in her left nostril.

"Oh god yes ... ohhhhhh uhhh yes!" she moaned.

Slowly, she straightened above him, gasping and panting heavily, the thick, armor-clad cock ground in her sodden, steaming cunt and with a deep shudder, she began to move slowly, lifting her hips sliding her cunt up the length of his reinforced erection. As the hard knobs and spikes scraped out of her flesh, she gasped thickly, chewing her lower lip in tension. Higher and higher she lifted her cunt, till the sheath was out of her flesh and only the cock-head was between her cunt-lips. Then, with a sobbing gasp, she sank her hips again, her buttocks unlading. Simultaneously, Prakash arched his hips in unison, to meet hers in descent. The thick penis rasped into her flesh again and her mouth tore open and her face contorted in a rectus of lust as the thick cock pierced her flesh.

"Oh ma uhhhhhhh yes!" she gasped in delight, her hands on her breasts, squeezing and crushing them in wanton excitement. "Oh god yes!"

Again she lifted her hips and again they sank. Prakash controlled himself and moved with her. Up and down she went, her cunt rising and falling slowly along the length of his shaft. Gradually, they hit a rhythm, their hips and loins bucking together. Her face contorted in pleasure and joy as his cock ran in and out of her cunt.

"Oh yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhuhhhh yes!"

"C'mon! Take it! Yeh, take it, bitch! Take it!" he gasped.

Her hands on his chest, Manju rocked and lurched his hips, her cunt running up and down the length of his armored cock. Her buttocks flexed and inflexed rhythmically. Her belly sucked in with tension. Her hips gyrated and ground around as she moved, mashing her cunt-flesh with his penis. Her shoulders were hunched with deep, sexy hollows in the shoulder-bones. Her face was tilted up, her neck craned, her face a suffusion of joy. Her mouth was open in a wide 'O', her white teeth glistening, her nostrils were flared and her eyes were half-closed and glassy. Up and down she moved, faster and faster, her buttocks bouncing off his thighs. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her movements and her thick, heavy petticoat tossed and slapped on her tawny skin, tinkling loudly. Prakash pumped his hips up and down beneath her, his hands under her thighs.

"Ohhhhhhhhh yes! Ohhh yes ohh yes oh yes oh yes ohh uhhh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh ohhhhhhh!" she gasped.

"C'mon uhhhh yeh c'mon take it oh fuck yes take it ohhhhhhhhhhh yes!" he grunted, his face flushed with excitement and tension. "C'mon, whore, c'mon!"

Faster and faster they moved, their gasps and cries loud and rising. Manju's body bucked and tossed and bounced feverishly on his pumping hips, her cunt grinding up and down the length of his enormous, latex-clad erection. Hissing in pleasure, she jammed her cunt down onto his cock, feeling the spikes and studs bite into her flesh and, leaning forward, her head arched, her breasts pendulous over his face, snapped her buttocks together rapidly, squeezing his cock in her cunt. Prakash gasped and crushed her breasts in his hands, craving the hardness of her necklace over her rigid nipples, making her shudder in joy. Up and down she moved again, straightening her back, her head tilted up, her hands on her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. He thumbed her clitoris and she groaned and gasped loudly.

Teetering on the brink of a violent orgasm, she paused and slipped off his cock. Looking down at him, she thought she had seldom seen a sexier sight than the black cock with its thick head bending as she sucked his cock again hungrily, taking his cock-head in her mouth. He groaned and pushed her head away. Manju staggered back onto the coffee-table, bent on her forearms and knees like a rutting bitch, with her knees at the edge, her buttocks thrust up high. Her swollen breasts were pendulous and her necklaces swayed. Prakash stood behind her and, pushing her buttocks open, eased his swollen penis into her cunt. Manju cried out, her mouth opening in a wide 'O', her eyes fluttering shut as the huge cock surged into her flesh.

"OHHHHHHHH yes! Ohh ma yes, Prakash, yes! Fuck me, Manju darling! Fuck me hard! Ohhhh yes! That's it! C'mon! Do it!"

Prakash gripped her hips and, gasping, arching his handsome head, flexed his buttocks and swung his hips forward, driving his cock into her hot cunt. She lurched under his thrust and cried out as the big penis bit into her cunt-flesh. "OHHHHHH ma uhh *hanh* uhhhh ohhh uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried. "Ahhhhhhhh uhhh yeh! Ffff YEH! Ohh fuck yes!" he gasped.

Her body lurched forward, her breasts swinging, dancing. Her buttocks writhed against his thighs. He groaned and began to fuck her with long, swift, punishing thrusts, plunging deeply and smoothly into her cunt, his hips rocking seamlessly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his armored cock glistening black as it stroked in and out of her flesh. She rocked and swayed under him, her head tilted up, her eyes closed, her face a vision of lust. She moaned and cried out incessantly, pushing her cunt back and forth along the length of his penis. Her breasts wobbled and jiggled. He went faster, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks, his balls pressing to her cunt-lips as he drove deep into her cunt and drew a shuddering, sobbing, gasping response.

Prakash tired of the sheath. He wanted to feel her cunt heat and wetness on his flesh. He paused, slid out of her, ripped off the sari and petticoat and quickly ground into her flesh again with a groan of pleasure. Manju's face creased in delight. The sudden change from the hard sharpness of the sheath to the hot thickness of his smoothly shorn shaft was delightful.

"C'mon, Prakash ... fuck me hard ... fuck me as hard as you can!" she murmured, turning her face over her shoulder.

He slid his hands up her body, cupping her breasts and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed against him, sucking erotically on his tongue. He straightened and, grunting, began to fuck her rapidly and hard, rocking his hips swiftly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, his cock plunging and pasturing and reaming and ramming in and out of her cunt. She cried out, in sharp, staccato Ohs and Ahs and Uhs and Oh mas, her body rocking and jerking and snapping under his. Gritting her teeth, she hissed in pleasure, panting heavily, rocking her body back and forth on his penis. Her necklace dragged along the surface, crinkling prettily. She turned her face over her shoulder, running her tongue over her upper lip and moaned loudly.

"Ohhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes, Prakash, yes ... c'mon ... fuck me, your own Manju darling ... fuck me harder! Ohhhh uhhh yeh! That's it ... c'mon, does it?"

He moved faster, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, rocking his hips rapidly back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlading, driving his cock in and out of her cunt. His hips snapped sharply as he plunged and piston and rammed into her flesh, his thighs whacking her buttocks and thighs, his balls slapping at her cunt-lips.

"Yeh c'mon! Yeh c'mon! Yeh oh yeh oh yeh oh yeh c'mon bitch take it! Oh fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes oh uh yeh uh yeh uh yeh uh that's it c'mon whore take it c'mon you fucking bitch take my dick oh fuck oh fuck oh uh oh uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ahhhhhh!" he rasped erotically.

"Prakash," she moaned, between her gasps. "Prakash ... please ...

fuck ... fuck my ass now take it it is yours always fuck me now and do not lose it this time... butt-fuck me! Quickly! Fuck it hard!"

It was an offer he could not possibly refuse. He slid quickly out of her cunt and, pushed her buttocks apart with his hands. Her puckered anus winked temptingly at him. Prakash throbbed with pleasure. He pushed his cock-head to her asshole. She tensed fractionally, her fingers tightening on the leading edge of the bed. He paused and she relaxed with a soft moan. Her sphincter loosened with the sweat grime and the chocolate mix intact. Instantly, Prakash dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks and, flexing his buttocks, slid his hips forward. His cock-head popped through into her tight rear channel.

"OHMAUHOHUHAHUHOHSUHHLMA ... hush ... AHHHH uhhhhhh AHHHHHHN uhhhh OHHHHHH!" Manju cried out thinly, her face twisting and contorting in a savage grimace of lust.

Prakash gasped as her asshole convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis. Her buttocks trembled and her hips swayed. He groaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her anus, flexing his buttocks gradually. In and in his cock went, burrowing and tunneling into her tight rear orifice. Manju gasped and moaned, her breath coming in shuddering, heaving sobs. His cock was incredibly hot and thick and long. It seared her asshole. The sensation was exquisite, and the deep throb in her anus aroused her to fever pitch.

Prakash began to sodomise her slowly and deeply. Gripping her buttocks, he moved his hips slowly back and forth, flexing and unlading his firm buttocks, pushing his cock in and out of her asshole. Manju gasped and whimpered, her chest heaving, her head hanging between her arms, her shoulders hunched. Her breasts jiggled and swung with his thrusts. She groaned, forcing her anus back onto his long, thick penis. Her gold necklaces dragged and scraped noisily along the glass surface of the table top. Prakash gasped, his belly sucked inward, his head flung back, his mouth open, his muscles rippling and cording with tension.

He was nearing the end now. The fires in his loins raged out of control, consuming his loins. Her anus was hot and tight and it contracted and splashed on his penis with a feverish, undeniable hunger. He kept moving relentlessly.

"C'mon! Take it ... ohhhh uhhh yeh ... oh fuck yes ... oh fuck that's so good ... c'mon whore ... take my cock ... ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhh uhhhh ohhhhhhhh uhh ohhhhhhh uhhh yes!" he gasped.

"Oh ma ... oh ma ... oh ma ... ohhh uhhh *hanh* ... uhhh oh ma uhhh ohhh uhh ohhh!" she whimpered, her voice heavy and hoarse, her breathing ragged.

He felt her orgasm violently, her body shuddering and stiffening and her anus convulsed frenetically on his penis. Manju's head swam with pleasure. This was her third major orgasm and she had countless smaller ones in between. It was too much for Prakash to bear. With a shuddering gasp, he pulled out of her and masturbated violently for a few seconds. Then he groaned in relief as the heat broke from its confines and spewed from the slit in his cock-head. Manju gasped in pleasure as she felt the hot splash of his gunk on her buttocks and back and thighs, dribbling over her anus and down her cunt-lips.

With a soft groan, Prakash squeezed his cock into her cunt. She groaned and rocked back against him, pushing her cunt down deep onto his cock. She turned her face over her shoulder. He leaned over, his hands under her breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed her buttocks against him, sucking erotically on his tongue.

"Keep fucking me," she moaned thickly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. "Don't stop fucking me."

Behind in his mind, Prakash smiled in satisfaction. He slowly slipped back on the bed thinking of Shuja who was after him for Manju's pussy for so long and tomorrow, he will be fucking her -- he had to trade her for Shuja's business and his Russian slut Emoleava and began to drift into a nice sleep as he dreamt her fornicate for his pleasure.

Chapter 3