Poking A Married Woman From India in NJ Transit Bus - Sex Stories

Poking A Married Woman From India in NJ Transit Bus

... experience and was controlling the scene here. I tried to touch her butt, she strongly pushed me away. Then she went and sat on the edge of the couch in the living room and was teasing me provocatively. As I tried to get near, she kicked my flat stomach with her boots. "That hurt you bitch!" I winced. "Really Sid, is that all you are made off?" She teased me further. I went closeby, as she tried to kick, I held her leg down firmly and twisted her arm in the back. "Ouch!" Then I kissed her hard. She slapped me. "Shame on you for kissing a married Indian woman!" "Oh! I am so gonna make you beg tonight," I quipped. I pushed her to the couch cushions. I lifted her dress up, I saw her light sexy thighs. She pushed her dress down immediately. I pulled her up, kissing her, put my hands in the back and unzipped her dress. I pulled the dress to her waist and squeezed the boobs under her white bra. "Ahh," she grunted. I unhooked the bra and put my hands under her dress and pulled them down and threw them behind the couch. Next, I started rubbing her pussy with my two fingers. She moaned and bit my ears gently. I got her out of the dress. Now she was nude except for her white pearl necklace, tall brown boots and wedding ring. "Get on your knees!" I commanded her. She did so with a mischief in her eyes. I unzipped my pants, removed my socks, unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my fine brown skinned body. My boxer briefs showed her the bulge. "Mmmm. Sid you are excited?" she cooed. She put ...

... her left hand into my undies and got my cock out. Slowly, she started rubbing it up and down and gently took it into her mouth. All this time she was staring at me. She sucked on my cock and balls for about 2-3 minutes. I was in 7th heaven. This gorgeous 42 year old married Indian woman was in my condo sucking my dick. I kept saying, "All the way in babe, all the way in." She got up and turned her back towards me, started rubbing her butt against my cock. "Weren't you dreaming of this in the bus Sid?" "Yes Mala. I want to fuck you real hard now." "Not yet silly man. I want more foreplay!" "What the fuck?" I replied. She ran into the bedroom with her boots on making a thudding sound. I ran chasing her. I thought she would hide under the covers. Not Mala. She was on all fours on my Indian style low bed. "What are you waiting for? Load your cock in." I was shocked at the language of this East Indian woman, who for most part grew up in Noida, India. I took my cock, panting, and I shoved it in. "Deep inside Sid," she said seductively. I gave it to her. I held her round butt and started fucking her in the back. She pushed her hair forward and kept looking at me. I went on in this position for a minute. I slapped her butt once or twice when she tried to move. "Behave bitch!" I yelled back. Then she sat on the bed as I moved toward her. We sat crossed our legs together. She guided my cock inside her pussy as she faced me directly. I kissed her mouth while I penetrated her. She put her ...