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Erotic story of BINITA. 8Chapter 08: Father-in-Law Seeks Daughter-in-LawHe felt lost without his right hand man. A Thakur without his henchman was like a man in the Wild West without his gunslinger. But there was no way Thakur Singh could have gone to the city with anyone else, given the mission in his mind. Binita had avoided him for several months now. It all started with her late evening visit to his farm to convince him that she should be allowed to marry his son. The hot, wild sex started that day. Since then she had allowed herself to be taken a few times. The last time was in his car and she had found herself trapped. She was sitting on his lap in a crowded car and when everyone else had left, he did not allow her to get off him or the car. The ride that followed was a battle between Binita and her own desires. And Thakur represented the darkest side of her desires.This was why she stayed away from. She weaned herself off the need to be fucked by the brute monster of a father-in-law. The lust that overcame her when he touched her scared her. She found a solution for herself by staying away. Yet, for family occasions she did have to come by and the last time that happened the Thakur had ravaged and plundered her completely. Her unprepared cunt was raw from the fucking it received. Her tender, soft lips were splayed and stretched with the jolts and jerks from the car ride. Every violent jerk from the car had allowed her dirty — but manly- father-in-law to stab her deeper than ever and in newer ways than before.Her orgasm had been sucked out of her as had her juices. She hated him for it but she also hated herself for it. She had married Pritam out of love and felt stuck with his father out of lust. Undoubtedly, the Thakur was all man. He knew how to fuck and pleasure her. But for God’s sake, the man was the father of her lifetime love.She stayed away. The last family occasion that man — dirty, lecherous bastard — had pounded her into submission. Thereafter, she made excuses for family occasions as well and stayed away. The Thakur had come out of his jungle looking for his quarry that was staying away in the city. That last time she had come to the village, the sex in the car had been electrifying. That was always the case about her. He had suspected that he had misread her desire when she resisted him so stoutly even as he plundered her. But the copious flows from her pussy and her endearing pleas to him were encouraging. And then there was the blabbering while cumming, calling him dirty and obscene but the only real man she knew.He continued with the women in his haveli in her absence. But none would do. Dear old Lajjo, his favorite before the daughter-in-law invaded the scene tried hard. Her breasts were delicious but her pussy lacked that throbbing urgency which Binita had. Then another one had a tight cunt but she lacked Binita’s sauciness. Binita was a package which was irreplaceable. Despite fucking more than one woman during the day, every night he ended up masturbating, thinking of his daughter-in-law. She was incredibly sexy. Perhaps more so because she was illicit.Her demure resistance attracted him. The beating of fists was music to his ears; it alternated between thumping out the drumbeat of pleasure and a sign of impossible resistance. He wanted to feel that demure girl’s resistance and then the dam of lust bursting around his cock. That thought caused a massive spurt as he orgasmed alone in his bed one more night. Damn! That girl had to be had. And so he ended up venturing into the big city, Binita’s office address in one hand. He found a hotel near her office without too much difficulty and went out to look for the woman who could satiate him like no other — his daughter-in-law.She had a shock when she saw him in her office. The man seemed a misfit in the environment. Here was a large man with a twirling mustache wearing a dhoti among computers in a steel and glass office.”Babuji!” she gasped in surprise, spontaneously smiling.His eyes wandered over her tight t-shirt and consumed the contours of those breasts which he loved to grip as he fucked her. Thakur felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He tried to guess if she was wearing more under that revealing top but could not make out. He was a bit taken aback that his ‘traditional’ daughter-in-law was so daringly dressed. Was she inviting sex from her friends at work? His rustic mind could not differentiate between a city work environment and what in his village would have been an open invitation to be plundered at will.”Beti,” he mumbled, his usually deep and resonating voice gone dry with the excitement of having found Binita.”How come you are here?” she asked, “Pritam never told me!” She reached for her cell phone to call her husband when the Thakur grabbed her wrist. “Abhi nahi!” he said. (Not now). Binita felt the familiar strength in his hands as he gripped her. “Chodiye!” she whispered. (Leave me!).”Lekin main tumse milne ayaa hoon,” he explained. (But I have come to meet you)”Haan par yahan nahi,” she insisted. (yes but not here)”I know,” he replied. He opened his hand and showed her the key to the room at the hotel. She shook her, indicating a firm no. A passing colleague saw that and stopped to ask, “Any problem?”Babuji, don’t make a scene here,” she pleaded.”That is why I am saying just come with me,” he replied firmly. Suddenly his voice had eh authority of the village landlord, which eluded him in the anonymity of the city.She gripped his arm to lead him to the reception area. “Aap idhar baithiye, mai zara bol ke aati hoon,” she said. (You sit here while I go inform my boss.) As her hand tried to close around his arm she found the bulge of muscles and thickness of his arm was too large for her small, soft hands. But of course, she remembered having clutched him in various stages of passion and had found him to be large and hard everywhere. What a body! How could the son of such a man be so soft and fleshy?She shook herself back to reality as she felt unwelcome warmth spread through her body. She would leave her father-in-law in the reception and go call her husband Pritam. She would get him to come to the hotel immediately and that would make her feel more secure. It would certainly scotch any plans this dirty old man had. For months now she had kept away and neither did she have any plans in the near future to go visiting. Her sexual encounters at her in-laws’ place had almost entirely been risqué and taboo.”Pritam! Your dad is in town,” she told her surprised husband. “I don’t know what it is about, I thought you would know.””Neither do I,” replied the surprised husband. “When did he come?””Just now,” said Binita, “and he says he has checked in at Hotel Raj International near my office.””Why wont he stay at home?” asked Pritam.”How would I know? Anyway, he wants to meet us there. Please come there quickly,” said Binita.”I have some meeting lined up. Let me try,” said Pritam, completely puzzled by his father’s behavior.As Binita replaced the receiver and turned around, she was startled by the towering broad figure of her father-in-law who was standing close behind her. She felt her face go red and her ears were burning.”Babuji! Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?” she stammered. (Babuji, what are you doing here?)”Tumne usey kyoon bataya,” asked Thakur. (Why did you tell him?) “You and I have a special relationship, isn’t it?”Much as she wanted to deny it, something inside her prevented her from rejecting that special relationship to his face. That ‘something’ had tortured her for all the time she had stayed away from him. There were days when she ached for his powerful and vigorous fucks. There were times when Pritam was inside her and she found herself comparing the yawning stretch of her pussy to the thickness of Thakur’s cock. And there were days when, desperate to simulate her love-sessions with her father-in-law, she used a cylindrical bottle of lotion from her dresser and masturbated herself. Mere masturbation would not do; to mimic that he-man, she also needed to pinch her nipples and maul herself so she would feel his vigor.The violent masturbation sessions helped. Binita had managed to control, if not put away her feelings of lust and desire. She fully intended to stay away so that the illicit feelings would not receive any fresh fuel. And yet, when Thakur was face to face, she found it difficult to tell him off. In fact, that was the reason she stayed away. He reached for her wrist and with a sense of ownership gripped her in his large rough hands. “Chalo!” he commanded here. (Come!) And he walked out of that office, with his daughter-in-law in tow. She was pink with embarrassment. She was demure in office and was not known to be loud, except in business meetings when her aggression shone through. She wanted to be her natural demure self as a daughter-in-law but the aggression she had shown in confronting the Thakur who was opposed to the marriage had led to the explosion of lust between them. And try as she might, she could not put Thakur’s uncorked lust back. He took several women from the staff and the village and she knew him to be indifferent. There were favorites, but no fixations. It seemed to be different in her case.Binita suddenly felt that all eyes were on her and she hated the thought. She decided to quickly leave with the insistent man and avoid any scene at her place of work. In any case, Pritam would arrive at the hotel and that would prevent any moves from Thakur.Or so she thought. izmir escort The first thing the Thakur did on arriving at the hotel was to leave instructions at the reception. “Mera beta abhi ayega. Unko idhar rok lo, aur mujhe phone karma. Bahu aur mai nichey aakar ham sab baahar jayenge,” he told the front office staff, leaving a large generous tip. (My son will come here shortly. Hold him here and give a me a call so we can all leave for an outing.)They entered the lift to go up to the lavish suite which Thakur had taken. Binita went to the far end of the lift. Thakur silently reached out for her and gripping her arms made her stand in front of him. He decided to make his intentions clear to the girl by holding her close and letting their bodies touch. She may have reduced the time he had but he fully intended to use that time. Now he would have to be quick. Binita felt her father-in-law lean into her. She felt the familiar thickness press along her ass. she shivered, hating herself for all those nights when she had wanted to feel this.She wriggled and tried to free herself from his grip. All she succeeded in doing was rub her ass against the engorged, trapper monster in its lair. Thakur’s lips went to her ears, “Don’t tell me you didn’t want to feel this?” he whispered, thrusting himself at her.His cock was impossibly large and this what he liked about Binita. There was an excitement that made him more of a man than any other woman he spent his lust on. she was special. May be because she was illicit. But more likely because she and he were bodily built for each other.Binita was trembling with anticipation as they entered the plush suite. She knew he was going to unpeel her layers of restraint and expose her raw sexual desire. Her mind was spinning and her thoughts were torn between resistance and expectation.She crossed her arms across her breasts and held her shoulders, signaling to him that she was out of bounds. “Who abhi aate hee hongey,” she mumbled. (He will be here soon.)Thakur, inflamed as he was with desire was even more agitated at the thought of being thwarted. He pushed the girl against the wall, rough in the way he handled her. “Babuji!” she protested. “You are hurting me!””I never heard you complain of that when I have used this to push you,” he hissed, his face close to hers, his hand taking her hand and leading it to feel the contours of his massive erection he now sported. Her fingers were in a clenched fist. He let her knuckles feel the cylinder of flesh. Binita stared into his lust-filled eyes. His breath had the sweetness of paan in it. She knew those lips and that tongue of his but she didn’t want any further dealings of that sort. But her loins were inflamed and she felt herself juicing up. This was the problem zone for her. She needed to hold out and this could be conquered. Thakur needed to be given the message that their encounters were a thing of the past. She had never told him plainly. She now needed to. As she opened her mouth to talk to him, he moved.His head moved past her breasts, which were tight in that t-shirt she had chosen for the day. Why today of all days for a t-shirt she cursed herself. He knelt in front of her and buried his face in her crotch. The material of the jeans prevented him from using his tongue and he cursed her inwardly. If she had worn a churidar, he could have lipped her through the layers. Damn these Western clothes. He used his entire face to massage her crotch, hoping to melt her resistance. The last time, too, she had resisted and it had seemed to him like a game she played with him. But combined with her staying away, it seemed his daughter-in-law was breaking free. And a Thakur never let his prey go free…His hands reached up and searched for the edge of her t-shirt. Her hands were on his head pushing him away but useless against his strength. He pulled at the t-shirt which was tucked in. she held his hand trying to stop him from doing what he was. She tried to break his grip on her by interlacing her fingers with his. He allowed her fingers to interleave his. He opened his hand and now he had her palm against his. Success! Any flesh to flesh contact was a route to lust. He ground his palm against hers while using his other hand to coax the t-shirt out of the jeans.That there were erogenous zones between her fingers and on her palm was something that was a discovery to her. Thakur slid his fingers between hers, as if they were sexual organs. She felt shivers run through her body. She closed her eyes, her other hand clutching at the hair on his head. Was he winning? She wondered.The answer came when his other hand found the gap between t-shirt and jeans and his hand slid around her waist. Binita gasped and her body hunched over that of her father-in-law. His coarse, callused palms played havoc with her soft, silky skin and Binita felt herself melt. It was time to take the battle to his camp. “Babuji!” she groaned. “Yeh sab galat hai!” (This is all wrong.)He undid the button of her jeans and sighted the lace top edge of her pink panties. She looked delectable in these beautiful undergarments thought Thakur. The village belles whom he routinely fucked were directly accessible under their skirts. Binita was not. She almost always wore panties. It was an obstacle but he loved the way she looked in them and maddened him. Strange things, he pondered. Wearing them only hastened the need to remove them.He pulled at the top edge but it could hardly be peeled down as the jeans were hugging her tight. Both of his hands raced up under the t-shirt to her breasts as he nuzzled her underbelly with his face. She was aromatic, and even here he could smell that she had started to juice up.As he felt her torso, he found the lower edge of the bra. He slipped his hands under. The straps dug into Binita and she whimpered half in pain, half in delight. Soon the elastic stopped biting into her as the hands slid into the cups. Her breasts were in his hands and he kneaded at them with vigor.”Babuji, aap sun nahi rahe,” she complained. (You are not listening to me.)”Nahi,” he confirmed. (No, I am not.)His thumbs found her nipples and he toggled on them as he felt her soft flesh in his hands. Binita felt as if triggers to her passion were being fired and suddenly the yawning gap between her legs opened further. Involuntarily, her legs spread. The expert lover that he was, the signal was not lost on Thakur. It was this way in which her father-in-law read her body which she missed in her husband. His hands left her breasts. Binita groaned at that. She didn’t need him to stop now. Her nipples and receptive flesh ached for the touch again.Thakur busied himself with pulling the jeans down from the hips. Her hands left his head and grabbed at his wrists trying to stop him. “Ruk jaiye! Yeh sab naa jayi hai,” she pleaded. (Stop. All this is illicit.)That infuriated him. Still kneeling, he reached up to the neckline of her t-shirt. He stretched the fabric to its breaking point and then ripped it down. He stood up. The girl was shocked, leaning against the wall on her shoulders. His hand went behind her and he pulled her ass off the wall. Then he pushed the jeans down past her hips. It got stuck at her thighs. Binita refused to help him. Thakur then pushed up her bra, forcing her breasts out of the cups and under the elastic. He was unwrapping his parcel. When the time came he would need those nipples in his mouth.He knelt again and pulled the jeans down. Binita raised one leg, then another. She was scared at this anger. Worried about what she would do if he damaged her clothes. She was now in her panties. Thakur furrowed his head to her crotch and bit at her pussy. She gasped at his naked aggression and the waves it sent through her.His nose dug into her cunt through the fabric of the panty. Thakur was checking out her readiness. The bitch! She was damp. She was ready. This was the second time her body had shown her readiness even as she resisted.He was furious. She was wasting precious time. She did not realize how much he needed to fuck her. Or she needed to fuck him. He would teach her a lesson. He pulled down her panties and they rolled up tight around her thighs. As his hands tightened around the fabric, Binita feared he might destroy that garment too. Meekly she raised one leg then another to remove the garment. When she raised her leg, Thakur could see her pussy agape. He teased her lips with his fingers. As soon as the panties were off, he stood up.”It has all been one big mistake,” rued Binita as she fought off the tears welling her eyes. If she had not encouraged her father-in-law after that first spontaneous encounter, she wouldn’t be in this situation today. And who was to blame for the spontaneity of that first instance? It was as if cotton and match had been brought together.Hands went under her and Binita was lifted off the ground and pressed back against the wall, right next to the door to the room. His hands gripped the back of her thighs as he lifted her so that the legs spread as much as they would. Binita refused to lift and wrap the legs around his hips. she would do nothing to help him she decided, even though her cunt had decided otherwise; it was flowing like a river to welcome the invader.She was laid back against the wall like a frog, open, with her toes pointing downward. She trembled and her pussy quivered, knowing that an assault was imminent. The quivering caused more juices to flow for which Binita was glad because she knew she izmir escort bayan needed lubrication to imbibe that weapon. Resistance was going to be futile because she now how strong he was. A less open cunt would make him cum quick given his state of excitement, she reckoned.He could feel her weight and it made his task tougher. But he was up to it. His cock was rock hard, jutting upward, as ferocious and as angry as he was. With her legs slumped down the only help he was going to get in penetrating her was the excited, open-petal state of her lips. If she had held her legs wide and over his hips they would have parted further; but that was not to be.Thakur slid one arm lower under his daughter-in-law so that he could control her weight with one hand. With his other hand he held his aching cock and pushed apart her leg as far as he could, lodging the ram at the gates. He then grabbed her ass in both hands and held her hard against the wall and himself and thrust upward. The thick, brutal cock parted her lips with ease as her pussy surrendered to his invasion. Far from making him cum, the rapid spreading of her tightness caused her to shudder. Her hands which had been idle, grabbed his strong shoulders as the daughter-in-law tried to climb on top of her father-in-law and gain some control over the situation.But that was not to be. Far from it, her pussy, even though it was flowing was not prepared for the assault. Binita should have known- her Babuji was such a bull; even though she had memories which made her horny, her body had forgotten the exact physical impact of the man. As the large head reared its head up into her womb at the top of the fuck, Binita gasped. She felt touched everywhere. Her cunt exploded when she least expected it.As the unexpected waves lashed her body, her nails sunk into his back. Her legs spontaneously lifted and she pushed her toes downward, arching her pussy over the cylinder inside her. ‘Babuji!” she screamed, unmindful of the risk of being heard in the corridor outside. “Tumhe yeh nahi chahye?” asked Thakur, every word punctuated with an unrelenting thrust. His eyes were focused on the young girl’s face which was screwed up tight as the searing pleasure extracted its price. (Don’t you want this?)”Gaaaaa!” she went, as she lost control of her facial muscles. In desperation she closed her teeth on his shoulder, biting him. Her saliva soaked his kurta but that was nothing compared to the drenched state of his pubic hair. She was pouring and the cum was running down his balls and dripping to the carpet below. “Unhhh!” she screamed through clenched teeth as her body opened out like a storm cloud. The precipitation of her desire was instant and plentiful.She had been incredibly tense in the walk up to the hotel. She was tense about avoiding him and about the arrival of Pritam. Later, she became tense about the inevitability of an encounter. And then the tension of his assault. The orgasm which swamped her was unwanted and she hated it. The pleasure was intense and she hated the fact that her Babuji was so enjoyable. She wished he was repulsive, then she could resist successfully. On the contrary, he was all man and every time he reminded her how intense and beautiful sex with him could be.The release of tension caused her to swoon. She was in a daze as she felt the cock pound into her and extract orgasm after orgasm while the man inside her, her father-in-law was undiminished.Binita slid to the floor in a heap as the complete weight of her body came onto Thakur and he slowly allowed her to slip. She was on her knees briefly and Thakur was hopeful that his glistening, smeared cock which was bobbing in her face would get attention. But Binita just slumped to the floor.Thakur watched his son’s wife slumped on the floor. Her ragged t-shirt was still around her shoulders and her untouched breasts were weighed toward the floor. The nipples seemed erect from the arousal. He looked at the beautiful, ravaged woman; he had seen her transformed from angry aggressive girl to a beautiful, blossomed woman. Sweat dripped from his brow. His own dhoti was unraveled and he stood with his cock, hard and proud as ever, the kurta going over it like a towel on a clothes hook. The lower edge of his kurta was damp with the juices, trapped as it was between the dueling bodies.He stood there breathing heavily from his exertions for several minutes. When she did not stir, he started to worry. He knelt down next to her and putting a hand on her hip rocked her gently to rouse her. When he tried to roll her on her back, Binita felt he might get between her legs. She moved on to her knees to get up. Enough was enough.All it did was expose her well-fucked cunt and her ass to her father-in-law who himself was on his knees behind her. He grabbed her hips, the sight of her sexy wide hips and ass giving him an invitation. He was between her legs, not from front but from behind. Binita tried to crawl away but he moved forward with her. Holding her hips, he moved himself as close as he could. Holding his cock downward he closed the gap between them completely and let go of his cock.The cock reared upward and came to rest alongside, parallel to her cunt. She felt the hot rod against her lips. She looked down below and past her hanging breasts and bra she could see the large round head. He wanted to take her doggy style but she was not going to let him. She knew he would need her help to penetrate. Unless she reached under and held his cock and guided it to her cunt this angle was impossible. At his size, even more so. She and her husband Pritam had once had a failed attempt after he had tried it, inspired by a porn film he had seen on a trip.That was the logic Binita applied. Her move forward had brought her against sofa in the room and she now raised her body and hands rested on the sofa. Surely, she could now successfully get up. A strong hand on the nape of her neck held her down.Thakur reached between them to get his cock moving. He raised on leg onto his foot so he had space to search out her pussy with his cockhead. His cock was clammy and most with the flow from her. Eyes closed and mind concentrating on what his cock head was feeling out, Thakur kept the girl down as he ached to get back into her.This time she seemed tighter; Binita screamed, “No!” The bitch was always resisting and he made a note that when sanity returned he would talk to her on why she held back what was clearly special between them.She wriggled and he brought his strength to bear on her prone form. He pulled back a little as he felt his foreskin being stretched backward. He withdrew and felt her resistance drop. Eyes still closed he felt out her cunt. “God, was it so difficult only because of the heat of passion? Or because of the position? At least the girl could cooperate!” he fulminated. He knew the position was doable because one of the saucier women in his circle had once ridden him to a wild high. But back then he was lying down and she was facing away… same thing…He dipped into her cunt and found her wet as ever. Perhaps that wetness was not reaching the outer lips. He used two fingers to collect a smear from her cunt and applied it to his cock. He also gave himself relief from his pent-up state by stroking himself. It brought some of his own precum to the fore. “It should be easier now,” he thought to himself.When he thrust forward Binita was least expecting it. When he had withdrawn, she thought he had realized his mistake. But now, with no warning, he entered the wrong hole and facilitated by the added wetness, he sank in. when he was stuck, he just pushed with his brute strength. The tight, virgin sheath expanded to accommodate him. But the shock waves it sent through Binita were largely painful, tinged with pleasure.”Babuji! Aap galat jagah ghus gaye ho!” she wailed. Thakur gasped in horror, unable to stop as he felt amazing pleasure from such a tight clasp of his cock. Perversely, he also thought the girl deserved it. It would not have happened if she had just cooperated. But he also worried about hurting her; he knew his cock was thick for her cunt itself.Binita wriggled like a fish speared on a hook. She had seen this in porn movies and wondered what pleasure the woman got. She could imagine the man’s state. But for the woman? Her body answered the question as her cunt and clit started to throb. Her entire perineum was stretched and the vibrating massage through the wall separating her cunt energized her. She wanted to be touched. She reached back for Babuji’s hand to guide him to the clit.Thakur jerked a few times rapidly deriving his pleasure. The moment sanity returned he started to pull out. Binita’s hand which was traveling backward sensed the imminent departure. No! this was not the moment to leave. She reached further back and grabbed his ass and held him there. “Ab chod hi do!” she begged him. (Now you might as well fuck me properly there!)Thakur was mad enough with lust. He reached under and grabbed the breasts swinging like pendulums. He thrust in and out of his daughter-in-law. He had violated her in every way and today it had taken a turn he himself had not anticipated. The breasts themselves received no attention from him other than being used as handles. Binita would have loved him to pinch her nipples hard, milking them as it were. But she also wanted him in her cunt and his cock in her mouth. Right now she wanted him everywhere and in every orifice. Tears ran down Binita’s cheeks. escort izmir She was delighted from the sexual release which coursed through her body. She cried in a mixture of feelings. Joy at the sexuality. Twinges of pain from the violation. Sadness that it was an illicit relationship. An ache that Pritam was not half the man his father was. And a release of tears as all her bodily fluids were on release. Her nipples throbbed and she felt they too would burst forth with milk if that were possible.Suddenly she wanted to feel his weight on her. She wanted those nipples to be milked by his lips. She wanted to devour him. And she worried that now not enough time was at hand to do all the things she wanted to do and have done. Reaching behind her hand crept between them. As Thakur mindlessly slapped his stomach on her ass she ringed his cock. That slowly reduced the depth of his fucking. When she formed a fist, the fucking was just at the orifice. She felt her flesh close back from the evacuation. The stretching had released pleasure. Once the pleasure receded, the pain came to the fore. She was sore and it was going to be a while before she was healed.But right now her priorities were different. She sat on the sofa with the Thakur still kneeling on the floor. He moved forward. She lifted his kurta off and had him bare bodied. That was needed, her breasts needed to feel him. She pulled him closer and held his head to her breasts.”Babuji! Milk me,” she asked. Thakur scooped her small breasts in his hands, kissing one then the other. Then, as if slurping at an ice cream cone, he sucked in all of her breast. He let it out with a plop. Then sucked it in again. As he let it out, his lips pressed hard, pulling the flesh outward, with the nipples running through the tight ‘o’ of his lips. Binita shuddered at each plopping out of her breast. Her legs, till now closed, opened out to the baby-man and wrapped itself around his body. Her wet open cunt grazed his torso smearing him with herself. She lay back on the sofa and d****d one leg on the back rest. Her other leg was on the floor. She could not have been open any wider. She reached for his kurta which was at hand and wiped herself dry. She wanted to feel every inch of that monster ream every inch of her throbbing pussy.Thakur drank in the sight of his daughter-in-law, lewd, depraved and asking. Her face was stained with tears but her eyes were sparkling with joy and desire. She wanted him. He wanted her to want him.Rising to the task, he too placed on foot on the ground and with the other knee digging deep into the sofa the father-in-law sank into his daughter-in-law. Binita’s hands went around holding him.”Now. Fuck me!” she commanded, taking charge of the proceedings. Thakur moved his hips in rhythm sliding in and out of the girl. Wetness returned with rapidity as both were now in full flow. The sofa squeaked rhythmically from his thrusts. She held his head and brought his ear to her lips. “Yahi chahte hain na aap? Din aur raat? Har waqt? Ki apni bahu ko choden?” she asked, her voice rising in pitch as each thrust of his raised her to a new level of arousal. (This is what you want, isn’t it? Day and night? All the time? To fuck your daughter-in-law?).”Toh lee jiye!” she offered herself, thrusting upward at his downward plunging cock. (So take me!). The unexpected counter-assault from her had him gagging. “Kyon? Aap ki khudh ki dawa sambhali nahi jaa rahi?” she teased him. (Why? Can’t you handle a taste of your own medicine?)Provoked, he tried to ram down on her harder. She laughed, her tone tinkling. It was so much easier if you accepted what was coming; better still if you rejoiced in it an welcomed it, thought Binita as she watched her father-in-law groan. She had thwarted his attempt to pound her by grabbing his cock and tightening her fist. Thakur hated losing his vitality to her fist when what he really wanted was her cunt.He held himself to her lips and she outwitted him once again, this time grabbing his shoulders and thrusting upward to claim his cock with all of her cunt. Thakur spasmed. This was his Binita; at her best she was simply able to take control of him. His cock seemed ready to let go of its load under her assault. His hand went under her and he cupped her bottom. He clung to her as she expertly moved her hips, clenching and unclenching her cunt at the helpless cock.And then the phone rang. Thakur leaned over Binita’s head to reach for the side table where the phone sat. “Haanji,” he muttered into the instrument. (Yes.) “Haan, phone dijiye unko.” (Yes give him the phone.) it was the husband of the woman who he was fucking — who was fucking him?Binita wrapped her legs around his hips which were now at a higher level. She lifted herself off the sofa and clinging on to him, made him re-enter her.”Beta!” groaned the Thakur, the pleasure making him shudder even as he answered his son who was on the phone. (Son!)”Babuji. Aap theek toh hain?” asked Pritam, worried to hear the strain in his father’s voice.”Haan, haan,” he blabbered. (Yes, yes.) the ‘yeses’ were more for his daughter-in-law who was expertly milking his cock from beneath him. It took all his strength to hold himself up on one hand but it was worth doing. He was thankful for his routine body building sessions. They always came in handy with the more vigorous women he fucked. And none so energetic and vivacious as Binita. “Main upar aun?” asked Pritam.”Na…. heeeeeeeee,” croaked the elderly man as his son’s wife launched a new assault with her fingers. “Hum neeche aa rahe hain.” (No. We are coming down.)”Binita aap ke saath hai?” enquired the son, asking about his wife. (Is Binita with you?)”Haan, ham saath hain,” he replied. (yes we are together.) His son had no way of knowing how close together they were. His cock was swollen with his cum and the head was rearing into her womb. An explosion now would drench her insides with his cum, any minute now. Couldn’t the bastard just hang up, he cursed.”Theek hai. Main yahan wait kar raha hoon.Ki upar aun?” persisted Pritam. (All right. I am waiting here for you. Or should I come up?)”Ham tayyar hain, bas aa rahe hain,” replied thakur in a wobbly voice. (No I am ready. We will come immediately.) And he was indeed ready to cum but not without the unpredictable bitch who was assaulting him. He had to repay her in the same coin.Dropping the receiver with a clatter, Thakur reached between the two sweaty bodies to find Binita’s clit. He thumbed it. She shuddered. His thumb smeared the juice from her wet clit onto her torso. Then he toggled her nipples, seeking her release.She clutched at his ass, squeezing and releasing hoping to make him cum. Her fingers teased his anus, perhaps she could avenge herself. The probing there made Thakur unclench his ass. it was the beginning of his loss of control.He let himself drop onto her. The fucking became less playful and more earnest. His ear was back near her lips and Binita couldn’t stop muttering obscenities and endearments to him.”Haan chodiye apni bahu ko. Dijiye usey apna lund. Dijiye mujhe apna beej. Thokiye. Aur thokiye!” her voice rose to a scream. Her nails were now hurting him as she took her pleasure and mauled him. (Yes fuck your daughter-in-law. Give her your cock. Give me your seed. Hammer me. Hammer me more.)The phone rang again. “Aap aa rahe hain ki nahi?” asked an irritated Pritam.”Haan,” muttered Thakur.”Haan,” he said again, unable to speak anything further.His eyes were on the woman sprawled below him. They were joined at the waist. His cock was thumping in and out. He could see her working on his cock. Her breasts were beautiful and jiggling. She was flushed red and he wanted to impregnate her, fill her, and conquer her.Binita grabbed the receiver. “We are just moving down,” she gasped into the phone and dumped the receiver on the floor. Frantically, even as Thakur pounded into her, she reached for the phone and pressed down the button disconnecting the line. A particularly violent fuck from Thakur made her shout an “ah!” and she wondered if it carried to Pritam. She couldn’t care beyond that. She now let the phone fall to the floor. “Babuji, bhar do apne beti ko!” screamed Binita, now frantic for release as much as for the tension of her husband waiting in the lobby below. (Babuji, fill your girl!)”Lo, beti, lo!” hollered thakur as the words pushed him over the edge. With his release came the violent, ragged thrusting that comes with the complete loss of control. It was this irregular and wild pounding that released Binita. She clung on to her man as he filled her. “O my god!” she exclaimed. Thakur gasped and laughed as he felt himself pouring out in full. “What?” he asked his daughter-in-law.”You!” she replied, lying back and stretching herself, allowing her body to receive its pleasure and his flood.”What about me?”asked Thakur, continuing is less frequent thrusts as the torrent slowed down to a dribble.”You fill me so completely,” she replied shyly, the demure daughter-in-law resurfacing as passion receded.”Before or now?” teased Thakur.”Chodiye!” said the girl abashed. “Hamey jaldi chalna chahiye, wo intezar kar rahe hain.” (Leave me. We need to move quickly, he is waiting.)”Main kya pehnungi?” she asked in alarm as she realised her father-in-law had shred her t-shirt.”This,” he replied, tossing a new one from his bag. He had brought her the gift to see her in the tight opt. but she had already been wearing something similar.As they opened the door, there stood Pritam, his hand poised to knock on the door. The hotel seemed well a0r-conditioned but his wife had beads of sweat on her brow. Well, perhaps they only just got here he surmised.Father, son and wife headed towards the lift.

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