OOOOHHH!! OAAAUUHH!! NO! PLEEEAAAASE STOP!! AAAAUUUUH!" the woman screamed. The man behind her ignored her pleas and continued his thrusts even more vigorously.
The woman was bent over and her big dusky peach bottom sticking out behind her. The monstrosity of a man standing behind her held her by her hips in a vice grip, thrusting in and out of her tight asshole, making slapping noises on every forward thrust, making her scream. The woman was none other than Harsh's mom. So how did he get to this point?
Sangeeta had a happy family, living in Huzurpur, a mid-sized town in India. She had a great marriage. Her husband, Ashok, ran a transport business that took him away from home for extended periods. Sangeeta had left her job to care for her son, Harsh and since her husband's business had taken off, she continued to be a housewife.
Sangeeta was a beautiful woman, turning heads wherever she went. She took good care of herself. She was forty three but didn't look a day over thirty, she was 38DD-30-40 about 5ft 6in tall, long silky dark hair reaching down to her waist, dusky complexion. When she walked, her breasts would jiggle with each step, her ass would wiggle with the sway of her shapely hips..
One of Ashok's clients had thrown a party but he couldn't attend as he had gone to Mumbai for a month. So Sangeeta had to attend in his stead.
The place was about a three hour drive from her house. She along with his son, Harsh took a cab because her car had broken down the day before.
She reached the place around noon when the party was just beginning. As usual heads turned when she walked in. She looked stunning in a yellow silk sari and a low-cut round neck, dark blue blouse. The 'pallu' (upper part) of her sari covered her ample breasts, which otherwise seemed ready to burst out of her blouse. She always carries a change of clothes in case she got late and couldn't make it back the same night. The party place did seem to be in the middle of nowhere and she wondered where she would find a hotel, if needed.
After greeting the host, she started to mingle with other party members. After some time, she noticed a man standing aloof. He was a big man, dark balding with cold beady eyes. He had a pot-belly but the rest of him seemed to be all muscle. What little he had of his hair was grey; he may have been around 50or 55 years old but still surprisingly look agile and strong for his age. Apart from the hosts, everyone was giving him a wide berth, and even they seemed to overdo their show of respect out of sheer nervousness. The man radiated danger and just plain bad vibes.
A waiter noticed her staring at the man and asked her if she knew him. She replied that she didn't.
So he told her, "He is Karim, the local mafia don and the real power behind all the politicians in the area. He has the whole police department, labor and transport unions and traders guilds in his pocket. No one dares go against him. A dangerous man to cross."
So, that was Karim, she had heard about him before from her husband.
He was just moving around the party looking bored. She steered clear of him and continued making new friends.
The next time she saw Karim was about an hour later, he was staring intently at her. His cold eyes, which had seemed so dead, were now alive with excitement. He was staring lustfully at her. She was smiling and talking to the host. Then when she turned to walk away, Karim got up,and she felt his eyes glued to her swaying round ass. He walked up to the host and said something gesturing towards me. The host, momentarily flustered, said something to him and Karim nodded and walked away. A moment later, the host found him, talking to a man who had been introduced as the transport union chief. By the time he got close enough to listen to what they were saying, the conversation was ending and he only heard the union man say to Karim, "...no cabs or buses will go to Huzurpur tonight. Just as you say."
Wtf?! What is this bastard up to? Just like that, he had stopped all transport to Sangeeta's hometown for the night! Maybe, if the host had just gone to Sangeeta and insisted that she leave immediately, things would have turned out differently. But he didn't and remained at the party until the evening, when it started to wind down. Throughout this time, Karim kept staring at Sangeeta from a distance.
As she was leaving, the sky suddenly became overcast and all evening breezes stopped. It was going to rain soon. She tried getting a cab but all cabbies refused to go to Huzurpur pur. She walked to a bus-stop and waited but of course no buses were plying to Huzurpur that evening.
Soon she and her son seemed to be the only people for miles around, all the traffic also seemed to have disappeared. And then it started to rain. She was soaked in no time and her sari clung close to her beautiful figure. She seemed to be the very image of a sex goddess.
It was starting to get dark when finally, a car drove up and slowed down in front of her. She thought, "Let's see if she can get a lift." gesturing for the car to stop.
It stopped and she walked up to the driver.
Mom turned around and came to her son, "This gentleman is also on his way to Huzurpur. He has kindly offered to give us a ride."
She opened the back door for her son and smiled, "You need to stretch your leg on the seat. I'll sit in the front. You will be comfortable."
Her son,Harsh, was too tired to object and climbed into the back seat, stretching his leg across it. Sangeeta sat in the front seat, soaking wet and all. She apologized for ruining the seat covers.
The man replied, "Don't worry about it. It's a good thing I came along or you would probably have been stranded here. These damn cabbies just follow their own whims causing trouble for everyone." The man was no other than Karim.
The car started up and drove away.It was raining heavily and visibility was very low.
Karim told Sangeeta that he was finding it difficult to drive in this rain so instead of going home, she should spend the night at his farmhouse which is close by." Sangeeta felt something was off but couldn't say no since she had no other option left in this heavy rain.
"We're almost there." Karim said.
She tried to ignore the alarm bells going off in her head and when she noticed Karim giving her sideways glances, the bells only got louder. The pallu of Sangeeta's sari had slipped off her shoulder and Karim seemed to be discreetly drinking in the sight of her lovely breasts, rising and falling with each breath, inside her tight blouse.
They reached a large gate. Karim got down and opened the gate, got back in the car and drove them in. When they all got down from the car, he went back and locked the gate from the inside. This just made her even more worried.
"This is my humble farmhouse. Please come in, ladies first."
"Thank you." said Sangeeta and walked ahead with Karim close behind, staring at her wiggling butt.
They went inside and he showed them to their rooms. Her son's room was across the hall from her room. Her son and she went to their rooms to change clothes from the backpack.
When her son came to say goodnight, Sangeeta was already sitting on a sofa in the hall. She had changed into her cream colored full-length nightie. At home she never wore underwear under her nightie. But in this strange place, she was wearing her undies.
She looked startled when Karim walked into the hall, dressed in only a 'lungi', (a long cloth tied and knotted around the waist, extending down to the feet) Bare-chested, he looked more like an old gorilla than a man. His ugly face broke into a smile, baring his stained teeth. His arms, torso and back were covered with rough looking hair. In all, a very disturbing sight.
He sat opposite Sangeeta and they made small talk with her trying to avert her gaze from the ugly sight in front of her. It turned out he already knew a lot about her family from their conversation in the car. After some time, she excused herself saying, "I better get some sleep."
While getting up, she noticed Karim had a bulge in his lungi near the crotch. She walked towards her room and thought that Karim would be staring at her retreating ass as usual.
In the middle of night, Harsh woke up hearing the sound of someone bolting his door from the outside. It took him a few seconds to regain his bearings. He hopped onto the floor and tried the door. It was indeed locked from outside.
Panic gripped him and it was getting worse besides how would I get to mom? He looked up and there seemed to be a loft near the top of the wall. But the loft seemed a bit too deep. So, pulling a table, he managed to climb up onto the 'loft' and realized that it was in fact a crawlspace. He crawled ahead in the dark to investigate. He could see some light up ahead, going there he soon realized that this crawlspace led to every room in the house.
He crawled to another lighted area and looked down, it was Karim's room. It was empty. Karim was not in his room. He looked around and found another way leading towards his mom's room.
When he got to the crawlspace above mom's room, he was shocked that Karim was in there, standing near the bed, staring at mom. He put aside his lungi and started stroking away his large, thick dark cock in his hand. His cock seemed quite large even though it was not fully erected yet. It must have been at least 8-9 inches long and as thick as his wrist. The scariest part of his dick was the head like a big coned mushroom. It has no skin and a big slit. Harsh looked away and saw that his mom was lying on a king-sized bed, on her back with her eyes closed. Sangeeta looked very beautiful, her dark black hair splayed on the pillow above her head, a small smile on her luscious pink lips. Her large round breasts under her nightie and bra, slowly rising and falling with each breath. Her left knee was folded up, causing the hem of the nightie to get bunched up below her waist. Her entire left leg, dusky, shapely, smooth and glistening in the light was exposed. As was her right leg from her knee downwards.
Karim had put his dick inside his lungi and then stood there for a couple of minutes drinking in this beautiful sight. Then he moved forward slowly and quietly climbed onto the bed near Sangeeta's feet. He slowly lifted the hem of her nightie which had ridden above her right knee and pushed it towards her waist. Her white panties with the outline of her thick pussy lips could now be seen. He brought both his hands to the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down.
Sangeeta woke up with a start and got up. The downward movement of Karim's hands with her panties gripped tightly in them and her getting up, almost jumping up from the bed and moving up caused her panties to slip down from her hips. Taking advantage of this, Karim put his left hand under her right knee and folded it up to the same position as her left knee and deftly slid her panties across her thighs. Over her knees and to her feet, finally removing them and tossing them aside.
Sangeeta seemed unaware of what had just happened. She looked at him and said, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to collect tonight's rent", he laughed.
"What? We can talk in the morning..." she said, still confused.
He put a hand on each of her knees and pushed them apart. Her pretty pussy was now clearly visible. It was completely shaved and smooth, except for a patch of hairs above it. Her pussy lips were thick and tightly closed with each other. Her pussy looked like a burger bun with a slice of ham between them. Karim's eyes lit up with the view. He couldn't wait any longer.
Karim removed and threw away his lungi and was now completely naked, a very disgusting and scary sight. His cock was now at full mast. It must have been 11-12 inches long, dark with a thick mushroom shaped head. It was slightly curved upward and looked angry due to blood flow. Sangeeta looked at his huge raging hard-on and got shocked. Her mouth was opened in awe and her eyes were filled with fear. She has never seen a dick other than her husband which was way smaller than the specimen in front of her. She yelled, "No! Please, don't! I'm married, my son is just across the hall...!"
He said, "Yeah, and you're going to pay tonight's rent with that married pussy of yours. Don't pretend like you haven't done this before. Don't make too much noise or your son will wake up." moving in between her legs.
"Nooo!" she shouted, "This is wrong."
He slapped her across her face and said, "I'm only doing what a man does to a woman. Don't lecture me about right and wrong."
Harsh was paralyzed by fear looking at the scene below me.
Sangeeta suddenly folded her right leg and kicked him on his chest, more like pushed him away with her foot. She tried to get up but Karim was back on her in a flash. In all this struggle, she was turned around on her belly, her nightie riding way up just below her armpits.
He seemed stunned for a moment looking at her perfectly peached buttocks. His hard cock started twitching up and down like crazy. He quickly pressed her thighs together straddling them and placing his hands on her back, pressed her down onto the bed. Then he lowered his face to her ass and started kissing it.
And by kissing, I mean, not sweet gentle kisses but mad, wet, sloppy kisses. He would suck as much of her smooth ass flesh into his mouth as he could and then release it. He would do the same with the other buttock. Then he licked the deep partition between her ass cheeks, sending a shiver up her spine.
But all this time, mom kept crying helplessly, "Please stop, no, don't do this..." while he grunted and moaned his approval of her lovely ass, "Mmmm, gnommmm, pichhh, mmmuah, hmmmmmhh!" as he ate it.
After licking, kissing, sucking and nibbling her smooth dusky ass for a few minutes, he raised himself up and opened up her ass, pulling mom's ass cheeks apart with his hands, exposing her cute brownish rosebud. He spat onto her butt hole twice and using the fingers of his left hand to keep her ass open, held his huge cock with his right hand, placed the cock head at her rear opening and thrust, hard.
Sangeeta screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
But it had not gone in. He slapped her ass with his right hand, making her squeal with pain. Then tried entering her enticing ass again. She screamed again and he failed again.
Frustrated, he gave her two hard spanks, one on each buttock and said, "Don't you fucking move bitch. I'll be right back."
He got up off the bed and walked to the dressing table, where he picked up a small bottle of oil. He poured a generous amount of oil in his palm and applied it first to his cock head and then rubbed it all over his ugly hard cock.
Seeing her chance, Sangeeta quickly jumped off the bed and started running towards the door. As she was running her nightie which was bunched up above her breasts fell back down, causing her to stumble. Lifting up the hem above her knees she continued running. But when she reached the door, it was bolted by a latch near the top and she could not reach it.
In the meantime, Karim had finished lubing his hard-on and carried the little bottle of oil with him, quickly walking towards Sangeeta who was standing at the door, still trying to reach the door latch.
He placed the bottle on a small stand near the door and bending slightly he grabbed her nightie and started to lift it up over her smooth alluring body and over her head. Her back was still to him. Sangeeta, realizing that she had lost, gave up struggling and bursting into tears raised her hands above her head, enabling Karim to take the nightie off her completely. He threw it back on the bed.
Then he reached his left hand around her front and placed it just below her belly, started pulling her hips towards himself saying to her softly, "Oh baby, we're going to have so much fun. What a perfect ass!"
Sangeeta knew what he wanted, and surprisingly she stuck her beautiful big ass out towards him, arching her back and bending her knees slightly. Her smooth buttocks were now red with Karim's hand imprints from the three spanks he had given her and were also wet with his saliva.
Using the fingers of his left hand again to open her ass, he picked up the bottle from the stand with his right hand and poured some oil down her butt crack. Putting the bottle back on the stand, he placed his hands on her hips and started to move her ass around a little, trying to adjust it for the best position. Sangeeta was still sobbing softly when he said, "Stick out your ass a little more."