Previous Part: Milf Geeta & the Rugged Rusty Auto-Driver – Part 2
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Continuing the story. In no time, Khakhi man’s rough hands were sprinting all over Geeta’s soft body. His hands felt every bit of her body. His lips caught her lips into a kiss, and she could smell the cigarette stench.
He held her shoulders firmly as his lips locked onto her lips. She did not open her lips, allowing him to suck. His strong hands grabbed her bare navel and poked painfully, saying, “Ah, aunty kitna din se paagal kar ke rakha hai mujhe.” (Ah, aunty, you made me mad for many days now.)
This made Geeta open her mouth, allowing his rough cigarette-smelling lips to suck her lipstick-stained lips. He hungrily sucked her wet lips dry. He then dragged her tongue with his lips. Geeta was completely in a surrendered state now.
Khakhi man continued to kiss her fiercely. The moment he grabbed her heavy ass cheeks, she dropped the sack full of tomatoes on the floor. She was breathless by the long, draining kiss of this driver.
With the kiss, he was driving her backwards. Her back could feel some wooden boxes as they came to a stop. Her back was supported by some wooden boxes as the man had his lips on her neck. As his lips savagely sucked her neck, his thick, stubble beard poked her.
Geeta was moaning low. Her pussy lips had flared open by his dirty act. Her pussy was already dripping fluid which was never the case, even after a wild bang from her husband. The Khakhi man has his face dug into her boobs over the saree.
He parted the saree covering her giant boobs and dug his face again, rubbing against the soft flesh of her boobs. Geeta was feeling too wild. She held his messy hair with her palm and tried to push him away.
He yanked away her hands, breaking a few bangles and pinned them onto the wooden box behind. He continued to rub his face all over her boobs. Geeta was enjoying the moment as she continued to moan low.
When his face reached her sweaty underarms, “Oh, bhabhi, kya smell hai yaar kya chuchi hai tera, oh yaar.”(Oh, aunty, what a smell, what boobs you have.) His rubbing face moved to her belly. He was sucking the belly button.
In no time, his face reached her pussy. He sniffed her pussy over the saree. He quickly dragged her onto the dusty floor. Hurriedly lifted the saree and petticoat above her waist.
Geeta acted to push him away, but he was much stronger with his grasp. She liked it very much when he was holding her strongly. He rubbed his fingers over the pussy on the drenched panty, “Ah, aunty.”
He quickly pulled away her drenched panty. He stuck the panty onto his nose and smelled, increasing the sluttiness of Geeta. He told, “Kya aunty, kitni geeli ho gayi ho? Kitni garmi hai tere mein, aunty.” (Oh, aunty, how wet are you? How hot are you?)
He continued, “Abhi mera muh se nikalta hun saara garmi.” (I will take away your warmth with my mouth). Saying this, he dug his face into her pussy, “Wah mere liye neatly shave kiye ho!” (You shaved your pussy for me!) He ran his finger over her pussy.
He was quick to lock his lips onto her pussy lips. Geeta yelled as she could not control her pleasure which was at its peak. She played her hand through his messy hair. While sucking her pussy longer and longer.
His strong hands reached out to both her boobs and squeezed them harder and harder. His hands squeezed her boobs against the blouse, “Neekaalna tere chuche. Kab tak chupake rakhogi?” (Pull out your boobs. How long will you hide them?)
Geeta, in the mood, loosened her blouse and pulled out her boobs. She handed him her boobs. Only after grabbing her bare boobs he continued to suck her pussy. He sucked longer and longer, with his stubble painfully poking her pussy. She was all moaning. He sucked her pussy till her orgasm.
Geeta was lying on the dusty floor of an unknown storage store in a market. Her saree was jumbled up messily and lifted to her pussy. Her milky white boobs were out of half unbuttoned blouse. Her new panty was thrown away far from her reach.
She was sweating profusely with sweat droplets all around her body. The rugged auto driver with an unknown name lifts his face from between her thighs. Geeta was smiling with satisfaction seeing the Khakhi man. She observed him wiping the sticky cum which stuck onto his beard.
Geeta, with a relaxed breath, felt slutty in front of this unknown rugged man, who ate her like a dog. He did not stop there. Looking at Geeta with longing eyes, he started unbuttoning his shirt buttons. A skinny hairy chest with no banian.
Geeta tilted her head sideways when he started unbuttoning his pant. “Dekh na aunty. Tujhe dekh ke kyaa haalat hai mera lund kaa.”(See Aunty, the condition of my cock.) Saying this, he grabs her chin with his strong hand. He tilts her face making her see his monstrous cock.
A long and thicker cock, which was almost double the size of her husband’s dick. A thick bush of messy hair was spread all around. He held the cock and shook, making the dick move like a pendulum which tempted her. He ran his finger over her sharp nipples.
“Ah, aunty kya figure ho yaar ho tum. Iss age me bhi kitne ladkon ka neend kharab kar rahi ho” (Ah, aunty, what a figure you got. At this age, how many boys have sleepless nights because of you.)
She was damn horny inside but tried to keep an emotionless face. She desired to grab his huge cock. She controlled her thirst and remained silent. The Khakhee man, “Ahh, aunty,” tilted her around, making her sleep on her belly.
Geeta could smell dust, but she slept silently, anticipating his next move. He was quick to grab and massage her big ass cheeks. “Kya gaand hai yaar aunty.”(What an ass you have, aunty.) She felt her ass crack rubbed by his dick head. “Tumhara naam kya hai bolo?” (What is your name?)
She kept mum. The driver was kissing and sucking her back. She had goosebumps on her skin. She let out pleasured moans. He continued sucking her bare back, “Kyaa skin hai bhabhi. Dudh mein nahaati ho kya?” (What a skin, aunty. Do you bathe in milk?)
She felt his hands unbuttoning her blouse hooks. He then tried to unhook the bra, which did not open. She helped him to remove the bra hook. He ran his rough hands all around her back, rubbing over her ass. Geeta was wet again with his nonstop kisses.
He kissed all around her back until her navel, which was wavy and saggy. His lips then moved to kiss the back and sides of her neck, increasing Geeta’s moans. While sucking her neck, his hands were playing with the soft flesh of her hips.
“Ahh, mera lund se raha nahi jaa raha, Bhabhi.” (My dick can’t wait for more, Aunty). He tilted her around, “Kya lips hai tera.”(What lips you have!) He grabbed her face and locked his lips. As he kissed her, she could taste her cum and his saliva. He kissed her with his hands scrambling all over her boobs.
His hands were very strong and rough. Her boobs were painfully squeezed. She spoke, breaking the kiss, “Ah, dard ho raha hai, Dheere.” (Slow, it’s hurting.)
He continued squeezing the boobs hard, “Dard! mazaa bhi tho aa raha hai na.” (Pain! You are getting pleasure also, right). He stood and pulled Geeta up. He handed his huge dancing cock into her hands. She hesitated to hold his cock. He forced his cock into her hands.
He moved his position close, “Kya dekh rahi ho? Le lo munh mein. Ahhhh.” (What are you seeing? Take it into your mouth. Ahhhh). Geeta shook her head, signalling No. He grabbed her head and directed her mouth onto his cock. Geeta never liked sucking cock.
She has never faced such a situation with a thick nervy cock in front. He pushed his cock, which brushed over her zipped lips, “Bhabhi, kholo na munh jaldi.” (Aunty, open your mouth fast.) His hands were in her hair, forcing her face onto his cock.
He bent low, kissed her lips, parted her lips, and dug his tongue into her. He said, “Ah, Bhabhi, just ek baar, please.” (Ah, Aunty, just once, please.) He popped his dick onto her face. He opened her lips with his hands and drove his cock slowly into her mouth.
She closed her mouth as the cock was slightly into her mouth, saliva oozing all over his cock. He grabbed her head and started moving his cock in and out of her mouth very slowly. Geeta was on her knees with her mouth wide open, tasting the salty cock of this man.
She could feel some pubic hairs entering her mouth. After a few strokes, he digs deeper into her mouth. She holds the cock and controls the length of cock entering her mouth. He pushes her hand away and deep-throats her twice. She spits some hair that is stuck in her mouth.
He pulls out and shoots his thick cum all over her boobs and the top of her blouse. She quickly wipes clean a drop of cum on her below lips. Water formed in her eyes because she never agreed to suck her husband’s cock except for one occasion. He massages his cock, which continues to remain hard.
He wipes the cum off his cock and her boobs with his shirt. He removes all her clothes (the messed up saree, petticoat, blouse, and bra). She was lying nude in front of this rugged driver. The driver said, “Kya milky body hai yaar? Mera lund fir se tayyar ho gaya.” (What a milky body? My dick is ready again).
He was rubbing his thick hard cock with his hands. He parts her heavy thighs wide open. He starts sucking her thigh and rubbing her pussy. He was vigorously rubbing her drenched pussy. He then lifts her legs high and pokes his rod.
Geeta shouts, “Ahh.” A thick rod was breaking her pussy without condoms. He drove deeper into her. In her whole life, she was never so satisfied and so fulfilled. He starts slow. The rickshaw driver was banging her harder and harder. He was drilling his thick cock with brute force into her pussy.
Geeta moaned louder, forgetting that she was in a public market shed. Her pussy was the peak of pleasure and pain. Her boobs were swinging with every pound of him pushing his cock into her. In a few strokes, she leaked her orgasm. Geeta poked her nails into his shoulder while relieving her orgasm.
The man bulged his eyeballs in pain. Geeta felt relieved as he pulled out his hard cock, which was drenched with her cum. She was surprised as he told, “Chal kutiya ban jaa.” (Get into a doggy now.) As she saw him with an open mouth, he told again, “Jaldi jhuk na kutiya.” (Bend soon, my bitch).
She obeyed his command and bent, holding the wooden basket. Geeta’s pussy was dry and sore from the big cock. She bent low with her ass in front of him He parted her legs wide apart. He kissed and ate her big white ass cheeks. She felt so satisfied by all the sucking his lips and mouth did.
She enjoyed it with just moans. His words provoked her lust more, “Kya gaand hai yaar?” (What an ass you have?) He shook the flesh of her ass cheek a few times. He asked, “Mera lund se nahi raha jaa raha. Daalun andar? Bolo na!” (My dick cannot wait longer. Shall I poke?)
Even with a sore pussy she was so wild that she hissed, “Hmmm.” He continued asking, “Kya daalun mera lund andar? Bolo na Bhabhi (Shall I poke my cock? Tell Aunty). He was teasing her with his cock rubbing on her pussy. She hissed again, “Hmmmmmm.” He was hitting his thick cock on her ass cheeks.
He told, “Bolo daalo tab dalunga (Tell me to poke, then only I will fuck you). She felt like a slut (randi) when her mouth uttered the words “Dalo jaldi!” (Poke fast). He slowly pushed his thick long cock deeper into her. She had her eyes pop out in pleasure, feeling the rugged man completely into her.
He grabbed the sides of her thighs and banged her harder and harder. He banged her pussy red. In the long bang, at one moment, she wanted him to stop. He madly banged her, filling both her holes with his cum.
The story ends here. Thank you, XIS readers.