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Sex with old man – Hello friends, I’m Mansi, 28 years old, fair-skinned, with long black hair and a figure of 34-28-36. I live in Pondicherry, and my husband Sunil works in a government job, recently transferred to Gorakhpur. After a long gap, I’m sharing a new, steamy sex experience with you all. I hope you enjoy this tale, as it’s a turning point in my life that flipped everything upside down.
This happened a few days ago. Sunil was in Mumbai for work, and I was alone in Pondicherry. One day, he called and asked me to join him in Mumbai for his close friend’s wedding party. As soon as he said it, I tried booking a flight, but no seats were available. Trains were packed too. With no other option, I decided to take a bus from Bangalore to Mumbai. It was Dussehra time, and every bus was full, but I somehow got a sleeper berth.
The sleeper was a shared one, meaning someone else would be with me. Initially, I refused, thinking it’s too risky. But remembering Sunil’s insistence on attending the party, I agreed. The bus was at 4 PM, set to reach Mumbai by 9 AM the next day. I begged the conductor to pair me with a woman, but at the last moment, a 55-year-old man joined me in the sleeper. He wasn’t frail; he had a decent build, white hair, wore glasses, and looked neat. I argued with the conductor, but nothing worked. I had no choice but to share the sleeper with him.
The bus started moving. After a while, the man began talking, asking, “Beti, where are you going? Where’s home?” I shared a bit about myself. He introduced himself as Rajesh, a vice president in a big Mumbai company. He was traveling by bus because he couldn’t get a flight. We opened up, chatting and joking. He told me his son and daughter-in-law live in Mumbai, but his wife passed away two years ago, leaving him lonely despite living with them. After dinner, the bus moved again. The AC made it chilly, so I wrapped myself in a blanket and tried to sleep. Rajesh closed the sleeper curtains and worked on his tablet. I always sleep with my hair loose at night, so I undid my braid, pushed my hair to one side, and dozed off.
Around 1 AM, I felt Rajesh’s foot under my blanket, rubbing my legs. I stirred but ignored it and slept. Later, I noticed his hand on my boobs, as if placed while sleeping. I gently moved his hand and turned away. Half an hour later, he was pressed against me, his hard cock poking my ass through our clothes. Annoyed, I shifted aside. Then I felt him playing with my hair, running his fingers through it. I snapped, “What are you doing?”
He got scared, stammered, “Beti, since my wife died, I’ve slept alone. Seeing a beautiful girl like you beside me, I couldn’t control myself. I’ll do whatever you say, just give me a chance.” He touched my feet, pleading.
I said, “You’re my father’s age! Stop this, or I’ll scream.”
He panicked, said, “Name your price, I’ll pay. I’ll get your husband a good job.” He pulled out a bundle of thousand-rupee notes from his bag, handed it to me, and said, “Want more? I’ll write a cheque. I’ll get your husband a high-paying job. How much does he earn?”
I said, “85,000 rupees.”
He replied, “I’ll get him 1.5 lakhs. I’ll fix it tomorrow. Will you agree?”
Greed took over. One lakh cash and a better job for Sunil. I said yes. He lunged at my lips, sucking my tongue. He grabbed my hand, placed it on his cock, and pressed it. I got heated too, saying, “I’ll do it my way. You’ll follow. Okay?”
He nodded, “Whatever you want, I’m ready.”
He slid his hand under my kurti, squeezing my boobs, sucking them over the fabric. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and stroked it. He went wild, laid me down, and climbed over me. He half-removed my clothes, licking my pussy, fucking it with his tongue. I jerked his cock, and soon his cum shot out. I sucked his cock clean, licking every drop.
He said, “I came too soon, but you didn’t. At 7 AM, we’ll reach Lonavala. Let’s get off, book a hotel, and continue. Tomorrow we’ll drive to Mumbai.”
I asked, “What’ll I tell my husband?”
He said, “Make an excuse. I’ll confirm his job in front of you.”
I agreed. All night, he licked my pussy and squeezed my boobs. At 6:30 AM, we reached Lonavala. He booked a nice hotel, and we went to the room. At 7 AM, Sunil called, asking, “Where are you?”
I lied, “Couldn’t get a bus last night. Got one for today. I’ll reach Mumbai by 9 AM tomorrow.”
He said, “Call me when you board.”
I hung up. As I headed to freshen up, Rajesh hugged me from behind, kissing my neck. He said, “Beti, I’ll have fun with you all day and night.”
I teased, “Let’s see how much stamina you’ve got at this age.”
He grinned, “You’ll see.” He undid my braid, sniffed my hair, and said, “Your hair is amazing.”
He removed my kurti and leggings, leaving me in bra and panties. He squeezed and sucked my boobs over the bra. I got aroused, stripped him naked, pushed him onto the bed, and sucked his cock. We moved to 69, sucking each other. He licked my pussy so hard I felt like peeing. I said, “Wait, let me pee.”
He followed me to the bathroom, saying, “Pee on my hand.”
I peed on his hand; he rubbed it on his cock. When I reached for the tap, he stopped me, saying, “Don’t wash. I’ll lick your pussy clean.”
He lifted me, laid me on the bed, and licked my piss-soaked pussy. He shoved his cock in my mouth. He licked so much that I came, going crazy. I pushed him down, sat on his cock, and rode it, his thick 6-inch-plus cock filling my pussy. He thrust from below, thap thap sounds echoing. “Aahhh… uuuu… ohhh…” I moaned. After 15 minutes, he asked, “Where should I cum?”
I said, “In my pussy, then my mouth.”
He came inside my pussy, then put his cock in my mouth. I sucked it clean. We showered, fucked again in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe this old man had such stamina—making me cum twice in an hour. We bathed, had breakfast.
He said, “Let’s shop.”
I asked, “What do I wear?”
He said, “Got a saree? Wear it.”
I wore a green net saree with a matching blouse. My hair was wet, left open to dry. We went to the market. He did some bank work, bought me two mesh bras, matching panties, and a silk nightgown. At a mobile shop, he got me a new phone. Back at the hotel, we ordered lunch. He installed apps on the phone, saying, “We’ll talk on this.”
I said, “Fine.”
He took Sunil’s number, called, interviewed him, and offered a job. During lunch, we fed each other. After lunch, he said, “Beti, can I ask something?”
I said, “Go ahead.”
He said, “Since my wife died, I’m lonely. I’m on tour 20 days, home 10. My son and daughter-in-law rarely visit. Will you love me when I come to you? I earn 2.5 lakhs, no money issues. If you agree to one thing…”
I asked, “What?”
He said, “You’re married, but marry me secretly. I’ll make a 10-lakh FD in your name, send 20,000 monthly. Outside, you’re my daughter; alone, my wife.”
I thought, how long will this old man live? 10 lakhs, 20,000 monthly, and my pussy won’t wear out. I said yes. He hugged me, overjoyed, saying, “In Mumbai, I’ll set up the FD.”
I said, “Wait, I’ll use the bathroom.”
I wore the new bra, panties, and silk gown, came out with open hair. He said, “Beti, you look so hot, I’d be your dog and lick your soles forever.”
I laughed, “No, you’re my father’s age. Just lick my pussy and fuck me hard.”
I stripped him, stroked his cock, played with his pubic hair. He undressed me slowly, both naked. He lifted me, laid me on the bed, kissed from lips to toes, fingered my pussy. I pushed him down, climbed over, and sucked his cock. In 69, we sucked each other. His thick cock filled my mouth; I sucked until he came. I licked his cum, loving the taste. He groaned, “Aahhh… suck harder, baby… uuuu… eat it all… feels so good…” He squeezed my boobs, sucked my nipples.
I couldn’t hold back, sat on his cock, and rode it. He flipped me, put my legs on his shoulders, and fucked me hard. Thap thap thap… the room shook. I moaned, “Slow down, hotel staff might hear.”
He fucked for 20 minutes. When he was about to cum, I said, “In my mouth.”
He said, “First in your pussy. I want you to carry my child.”
I said, “Okay, plant your seed in me. Sunil never gave me a child; maybe you will.”
He fucked harder, thrilled. As I neared orgasm, I screamed, “Fuck me harder… aahhh… uuuuiii… maa… tear my pussy… I want to be your wife forever… oohhh… make me a mother… your keep… aahhh…”
I came; he filled my pussy with cum, then put his cock in my mouth. I sucked, licking his nipples as he lay on me, panting. Later, he asked, “How was the fuck?”
I said, “Amazing. I’d be your wife forever, but our ages… I promise, whenever you come, I’ll fuck you, money or not.”
He said, “My son doesn’t care for me. I’ll earn for you. If you bear my child, I’ll provide for it.”
I said, “Okay.”
In the evening, we sat in the hotel garden. Sunil called, said, “Got a job offer in Gorakhpur, good pay.”
I said, “Take it. I’ll reach Mumbai by 10 AM tomorrow.”
He said, “Call me when you arrive.”
I thanked Rajesh for Sunil’s job. He said, “No thanks needed. You’re special. You’re my wife now.”
I said, “I’ll do anything for you.”
In the room, we watched TV. He said, “Tomorrow, we’ll marry in a temple.”
I said, “My life is yours.”
At night, he ordered scotch, asked, “Baby, will you drink?”
I said, “Sure, I’ll make the pegs.”
We got scotch, snacks, and food. I made a peg; he sat me on his lap, said, “Feed me.”
I fed him, he fed me. To spice things up, I stripped, dancing, throwing clothes at him. In bra and panties, I danced. I undressed him; we danced in underwear, then naked. We drank, smoked cigarettes, got high. He lifted me, fucked me standing, his cock deep in my pussy. It was my first standing fuck, pure bliss. I said, “You’re a fucking pro.”
He laughed, fucked harder. He threw me on the bed, fucked my pussy, ate grapes dipped in my pussy juice, poured honey on my pussy, and licked it. I went wild, begging, “Fuck me… I can’t take it… aahhh… fuck me like a whore… don’t spare me… oohhh…”
He fucked for half an hour; we came together, his cum in my pussy. I knew his seed would make me pregnant. That night, he fucked me twice more. In the morning, we went to a temple. He filled my maang with sindoor before the goddess; I touched his feet. We returned to the hotel and left for Mumbai.
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