Prologue
Door bosom and travelling Salesman, Rohan, encounters a beautiful curvy unmarried mother on a hot day in a Mumbai suburb. His lust for her doesn't go unanswered as both Rohan and Swati live out their fancy together...

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Rohan climbed each step of the household making his way carefully to door taking not of the drawn blinds as he approached it. Approaching the battlefront door he gave a loud and assertive knock. Rohan stood at the door, six foot one with deep dim center. He had large hands and a muscular anatomy with his dresser pushing out of uniform blue devil polo. He stood in an at-ease military posture with his hands behind his back and his sales tablet around his neck awaiting his next prospect to answer the door. He could learn footsteps approaching the doorway. Rohan quickly raised his gentle Ray Ban sunglasses snug onto his forehead so that he could contact optic with his new prospect. As his arms were secured behind his back his heftiness shown in a semi-erect way, not full flex, but at half flex.

Rohan was a traveling door-to-door salesmen for a major alarm company in Bombay. He was in the top tier of his fellowship earning a unmanageable six pattern. While his coworker would spend their money on unstinting aliveness styles and woman, Rohan preferred to induct and channel-surf the wave of life that is the field of knocking doors. Each day was a new risky venture and he never knew who would reply that room access next.

Rohan's eyes were affixed on the door as he listened to the boss turn and the door slowly open. He was fix to shed his opening pitch out at the new expectation but he stumbled and lost his words for just a legal brief moment, a rarefied function for him. In the door stood a distaff homeowner five animal foot ten with beautiful marked-up blond hair that flew down to her shoulders. Her eye, however nighttime, had an inviting sparkle to them as the sun's manifestation shown in her corneas. She was wearing a black top with no button but a slit to show off her cleavage. Her large breasts pushed out her shirt and complimented her broad berm. Her bend filled out the rest of her top pushing the shirt out at the pelvic arch giving Rohan the mental image of her arse, perfectly round, in his brain. Her thighs filled out her dark pants also.

As unprofessional as it was he broke eye liaison with her and glanced down briefly with just his eyes and saw the beautiful schema of her genital organ pushed cubby against her gasp. His eyes met hers again and he smiled a small smile just in causa she noticed him peep at her beautiful total bodied vagina.

Hismind flashed as he cracked the smile, this big beautiful fair sex who looked to be in her early forty's snatch him by the head and right there in broad daylight in the entrance to her home, shoved his face between her peg so that his oral fissure would be up against her beautiful plump vagina. She would excrete cum adding a lush savour to the fabric of her gasp as he would promote in as hard as possible with his knife to penetrate her vagina through her bloomers. He would close his mouth tight, as to sop up hard so that even the modest fall of cum would seep through her pants onto his clapper so that he could taste this beautiful creature's flavor. She would moan and with not a care in the world to her neighbor. As he would be on his stifle, head held securely between her magnanimous thighs, hands holding his school principal in and up, and her vagina and pelvis pushed out toward the street drip, soaking her pants, mixing with his spittle and drool he would pleasure her.

Rohan wiped the grin off his fount, lowered his threaded eye-brows and spoke in his most serious voice yet to date and began his warning signal pitch. He would gauge her facial expressions. Rohan had become a master at reading faces in club do his job. She was hard to read, but he never stopped talking as her body was yelling at the top of its lungs, " I'm Interested ! " Her face and torso were directly square with his armed services at-ease stance. Her middle, affixed on his with a warmly welcoming smiling, almost saying, " Why are you hear, I want to hear more, go along talking. " ass here eyes and supercilium was a glimmering of a seductive stare. This seductive stare was something Rohan learned to blob. It was a way for him to pull in their trustfulness and relate to them. Having door after door slammed on your font, you learn to attend for those who want something. You present your product and debate like your argument likea professional. Out of one hundred doors a day, Rohan would get dissimilar level of seductive stares, glares, smirks and more. This time, she tried to hide it and he had to look very hard as she spoke to see it in her heart. Even then, he felt that it was more of a gut reaction, a psychic reading, an educated guessing that she showed this interest. He quickly adjusted the pitch in order to accommodate to the situation.

" I can come inside and demo you and your husband how our arrangement works, even plan a new system of rules for your rest home good with monetary value quote. " He paused and looked at her, she looked at him. He could see it in her face that she didn't have a husband, " Let me present you what our organization looks like. " Rohan took a step up to the welcome mat and moved in close to the homeowner, he had to be professional when he worked a seductive cue in Order to avoid human resource calls. He was just in her personal blank space, not close enough to touch her lush backtalk, but close enough, if she was a shut friend, to stool a move in for a hug.

He stood off to her side a little and she turned and faced her magnanimous knocker toward him with her total body. From the step up to the mat to grabbing his tablet to point the display was one fluid motion. As he looked down at the tablet and as she gazed into his eyes, he let his eyes rake down across her segmentation so that she would notice. He ignored his military action and looked at his pad of paper. He saw her adjust her right-hand understructure to proceed in a petty bit closer to him. He could smell her aroma, it was exotic and expensive. He knew he had her with the tone in she took. Rohan held up his pad of paper to show off the presentment as he moved shoulder joint to shoulder with the homeowner. She again shifted her physical structure conclude to him in an angle with her bosom slightly toward his chest.

She spoke as he finished his demonstration, " Seeing as I don't have a husband to serve to, make out inside. " She walked into her home holding the door out-of-doors for Rohan, stepping up into the door. As she stood up her rosehip shifted up to one side pressing her voluptuous ass boldness against her pants. Rohan couldn't help but look down. As she turned her psyche to see if was following, he caught her brain twist in his peripherals and raised his capitulum from her ass and the vision of her sprawled out naked on a bed came to his thinker. Her body was flowing loosely out without the constraints of cloths for her curve to be constricted by. As his eye met hers again she smiled at him and turned her head forward in authority looking up highschool and she lead him upstairs into her living room.

There was a large TV on the bulwark and pictures of her daughter by the slope of the lounge. As he walked upstairs, before him was the kitchen, humble, yet up to day of the month and high-tech, suitable for a single mother. To the leftfield was the TV set and couch in an'L'chassis. One side of meat the couch sat flush against the bulwark with the bay windowpane facing out to the street at the front end of sign. The other side was flush against the wall that held the balusters leading upstairs. She sat down facing the kitchen with her back to the window. She smiled and moved the pillows to properly aside, stroked the seat cushion with both hands and spoke in a cushy, welcoming tint, " Please, sit down. " Rohan moved in and sat down next to her, she was close to him. He looked at how her stomach folded over her black shirt as she sat with her mitt on her pegleg like an aegir child. He wanted to snaffle her by the pelvic arch and run his hands down her tummy touch every curve she had. He looked up at her wondering what she tastes like, wondering if she used natural language or not to snog or if she liked her stomach being held.

He placed the tablet on the table in movement of them both with a work digital display model of the alarm system. As he did this he looked up at her as he retracted his skimpy in from the board and imagined once again that bombastic naked body, only this clip her whisker was draped over his typeface and her body was rubbing up tight against him. He could feel her vagina dripping cum onto his legs and she rubbed her'V'up against him ever so tightly. He wanted the soft lips of her vagina to hug his phallus so badly he imagined that he wouldn't be able to hold back back his cum, without penetration he would cum all over her semi-trimmed pubic bone mixing with her cum all over their bodies. He would finger bad he didn't please her and go down on her spreading her thigh apart, drinking both of their cum until he was intemperately again.

As Rohan sat back into the couch she placed her bridge player gently on him and gave a firm grip to his arm, " I'm matter to in protecting my family Rohan. By the way, my figure's Swati. " Rohan spent what seemed to be XV minuets explaining the hardware to Swati. Rohan wanted to stomach to do his performance but his semi-erect member from her placate feeling embarrassed him a little. He thought about

grabbing the pad to enshroud it, but that would command to many natural process and would look weird. In cut-rate sale, anything that looks weird may shoot down a sale, and he didn't want that. He wondered about removing his low polo shirt from the khaki pant, but that was way to unprofessional. He decided to sit for as long as he could.

" Where would you put everything ? " She just had to ask, he really didn't want to move, and was always taught not to point, but to usher. He stood up gently unable to hide what he had in his pants. She looked down at his big manus as they almost lay momentarily like a square that was just touched on the Jeopardy game appearance. He was on display for the entire land to see. Rohan's semi-erect bulge shown through his bloomers and he couldn't cover it up. Swati had a stern boldness on as she pointed around her room asking if the far quoin by the steps upstairs would be a good positioning. Rohan turned his backbone halfway to her and pointed up to the niche showing off his bulge and ass. The more Rohan spoke about business enterprise the quicker he was able-bodied to fall back his erection and focus on the task at hand, getting the sale.

He looked at the blot on the sofa future to her, and her tiddler in the video again, after he finished his technological talk he spoke, " Beautiful young lady you have. "

" Thank you, " she smirked, " She takes after her mother. " She spoke with confidence.

" I can sure see that. " He smiled too, a genuine smile, " May I sit back down. " He wanted to sit next to her again, he wanted to finger her hired hand comprehend his arm again. He knew that there was only fifteen minuets left in the cut-rate sale to close, and he was one of the quickest finisher's in the company. He wanted more clock time, but knew he shouldn't stall for time talking to her until the sale was done, it was simply how he was trained. He sat back down and spoke, " I'll only necessitate your driver's license and form of payment. " He looked beat into her oculus wishing that one of his imagination would materialize.

" You know, I'm only forty-two... " she walked away to get her notecase as she kept talking from the kitchen. Rohan watched as she walked gracefully away from the couch, " I'm worried about my ex breaking in at night, you came at the right time. We've been divorced for eight years now and he's just getting out of prison. "

" You defiantly don't need person like that in your life. "

" Not at all Mr. Rohan, I'll just be a moment. " She said in a cute voice, " I've got my daughter at sleep away clique because of him, it's squeamish having the firm to myself, but your judgment starts to drift and enquire about the what-if's. I don't like the what-if's. You know what I mean ? "

" I can relate, you want to be safe and secure. "

" Exactly... " she walks back into the elbow room with a big dowery of her provide breast showing, turgid than before, maybe even two inch of cutis screening, " You're young, you can defend yourself, I need service. Are you single by the way Mr. Rohan ? "

" Unfortunately, I am. " He said with a frown on his cheek. She sat back down following to him, a little closer this time and handed him the license and credit card. As he went to grab the ID and credit card she placed her handwriting, nor firmly gripping this time, but gently touching Rohan's upper berth left arm.

" Thank you. " The Bible left her mouthpiece in the most sincerest of tincture ever. In two words she thanked him for securing herself and her child, but with one gentle touch combined with the lean into him and revealing cleavage, she thanked him for his presence.

The Lapplander kind of'Thank You'he's given to customer's in bathing suit and bikini's before. The Lapplander'Thank You'that went household with Rohan countless prison term before into his shower. The same'Thank You'that he said again as he stroked his cock hard, repeatedly, again and again to the image of woman he said thank you to earlier in that day. It was a'Thank You'he knew all to well and sleep together what she was going to be doing the bit his left.

He could envision her sliding her soft, gentle bridge player down her dim pants, slipping underneath her step-in as they surfed the waves of her curves landing her index finger and halfway digit gently above her pissed vagina. To Rohan it was eight years tight, even though he knew this wasn't a realness, he liked to

think it. She would slider her fingers over her rim softly allowing the combination of her pants and underwear to press her knuckles in as they pressed her fingers just firmly enough on her KO'd lips. The idea of him and his gibbosity would be ingrained into her mind as she caressed her rim, feeling their outline. His defenseless torso would be painted across her judgement next, as he stripped off that inscrutable wild blue yonder Marco Polo revealing his muscular chest. He would face her from where he was standing, from where he was pointing at the recess on the wall by the stair leading up into the living room where they sat just moments earlier. His hand would come down from its angle and unlatch his belt as his hard prick would push the zipper open as he unbuttoned his khaki's. She would slide down her black pants, kicking them off in a rush as he slid off his boxer removing them and his pants from his body, standing there only in his g-shock scout and no-show socks. With her pant's removed her panties would be thrown off her pass on leg and lay dangling on her right. She would contact down with her left mitt now, to meet her right wing. First her hard would lay off at her leftover breast to abstract her nipple from inside her shirt. She would gently take her DD bosom letting it hang out for him to see. Her hand would filch up her shirt just a picayune and then it would glide down over her curves like her right hand did, down into her knickers. Her left script would spread out open her juicy plump lip as her veracious played with her button in small flier apparent movement as she imagined him stroking his throbbing concentrated cock the size of his hands to her beautiful wet vagina.

He raised his rightfulness hand, with a fully rear penis only hidden because he was sitting down and she was looking at her hand, and he placed it over hers on his left shoulder with the warmest and gentle of holds. He looked at her bass into her centre and down at her mouth, " You're welcome Swati. " The to the lowest degree he could do was to give her a touch to call up for when he finished the cut-rate sale and left her alone to remember him by. On the off chance, if she did touch herself, she would have that much more sensuality to retrieve and commend him by. It was also just the right amount for a pro conversation as many people do verbalise with their hands.

She looked at him with anger this clip, no he was legal injury, frustration was the proper word of honor. She look frustrated at him. With almost a sixth sense she could palpate him loosening his touch on her hand, as he was about to move his decent hand from hers and finish the sales event, she tightened the hold on his arm with her manicured nails. He felt something wonderful in his stomach, as a soaker of emotions began to fire off in a storm that he didn't know and couldn't control. He grabbed her hand tightly and looked down at both workforce and then he felt something shift. She slid her entire body close to him, her right wing leg and thigh close, flush up against left leg and thigh. " Sorry, am I too close ? "

" Not at all Swati, I like it. " He said in a low-toned whole tone voice, not yet a whisper but close enough to one.

" trade good, I like how you checked me out when you knocked on my door. " She spoke in a beckoning timber, a tone that was pulling him into her body.

He still wanted to be professional and traverse that he checked her out, but he could feel the heat of her leg up against his. " I enjoyed looking over every inch of you. " Rohan's blood was pumping fast and his phallus was erect. He watched as she moved her deal holding the ID and recognition card to the tabular array, placing them both down, and then gently hideaway between her branch. She grabbed his helping hand and moved it onto her leg as her exit index finger finger made a soft apparent motion over her vagina. She placed her hand on top of his locking it place on her rectify thigh and she played with herself.

Swati let out a placate moan and shifted her left leg over splitting her stage into a everlasting'V'shape. Rohan watched as she pressed down harder on the precis of her lavish lips, he looked at her face as she made another seductive moan and bit her lip. He grabbed her second joint harder this fourth dimension and pushed closer into her as he watched her pants turn glossy black from her ejactulation. He wanted his mouthpiece on that fleck more than than she knew, he need his poke rightfield on top it, he wanted her to cum into his backtalk right then and there.

" Rohan... " she paused as she whispered his name, " I want you. " Swati commanded. He looked up at her and slid his right hand manus up underneath her shirt climbing the curves of her stomach, letting his digit briefly get stuck between her skin, then moving on up gently to her right breast. It filled his large hand perfectly, he squeezed it tight and then moved to place her nipple between his forefinger finger and thumb. He gave a placate squeeze and her pelvis shifted down on the lounge. He watched as she struggled to get her clit from outside her pants.

" I need these pants to descend off now, I'll make it easier for you. " He said as he slid his right hand back down her beautiful chassis along her side to her right field hip. He moved his left hand to her left over hip and slid his index finger inside of her drawers along the brim of the rubber band seam holding them in topographic point. He slid his right index finger around her whole front teasing her just the right on amount just before grasping the correct incline firmly and then the leftfield. As he stood up. Swati, with her go forth leg, pushed the tabular array away along the carpet. With both sides of her pants grasped firmly in his hands he positioned himself on his knee joint between her legs right in the center of the'V'they both made. Rohan pulled down and then slid his hands around the back end of Swati, leaning into her to get his weapon fully around her, his promontory close to her belly button. He slid her pants down from the back, below her soft ass nerve. He could almost find some pre-cum gathering on his intemperate cock. She lifted her hips up and knees in the air allowing him the way to finish sliding off her black pants.

He pulled them down leaning back toward the table in a oblivion motility and then came catapulting back, sliding underneath her knickers and inside of the small space between her wooden leg with his head. He pushed them down with his right hand hired hand and turned around facing the kitchen to land up the job. As his headland faced away from her and she sat there in her panty, she stroked his forefront with her hands. Rohan removed one slider and then the early. He pulled the handcuff of her trouser down on the left wing, and placed her foot gently on the side of meat of table she had shove forward. He moved to the rightfulness position next, and did the Sami. With both feet gently on the edge of the table, he kissed the left one and then moved his brim kissing up her left field calf muscle to behind her knee. As he moved up to kiss her inner thighs she moved her right helping hand from the side of his face to her vagina again. He glanced forward as he slowly inched up her leg kissing his way up. Looking all the patch to see how wet he was making her.

As he got to her privileged thigh, right where her scanty met her skin he grabbed his cock hard and slither his tongue underneath her underclothes. He moved his hands up both thighs together reaching around and grabbing her ass hard he pushed her panties away with the side of his nose and his tongue exposing her moist, wet lips to open cool air. He quickly place his natural language over them to stay fresh them warm, soaking his tongue with her cum. He cupped his tongue and moved upward licking her vagina in its totality. He closed his lips and swallowed all that he could foregather in one poke. He looked up to Swati as he swallowed and she pushed his head between her legs back onto her panty that snapped back into place. He could palpate the wet blot of her cum on his lips, he could savor it and wanted more than. She pushed his head back quickly yet gently, and removed her step-in so fast he thought that she was going to rip them off. She lifted her right wing leg over his head and slid them off both legs. She sat back into the frame with her legs all-embracing overt, vagina glistening wet, and Rohan in place between her legs.

Swati grabbed Rohan's polo shirt as a signal to get him to take away it. He sat erect in his position between her and threw it off onto the table, on top of her knickers and underwear. " standpoint up, now ! " She commanded him to do. Rohan stood up and watched as she pointed to his drawers and slide her hand down, " All of it ! " He slide off his gasp right in place, balanced on one leg and then removed them and his boxers fully. As his boxers came down his throbbing cock jumped up like a leaping. She reached for it and he moved into her bridge player placing his cock in her hands.

Rohan got down low again allowing her handwriting to slide away for a second as he slide both hands up her shirt again. He went up to her armpits and pushed both weapon system up. Swati lifted them both and he slid off her sexy fateful shirt. She was wearing a black bra now. He jumped onto her naked lap and

stretched his munition around her body grabbing either slope of her bra, quickly unlatching it. As he sat back into her leg she removed her bra and threw it on the board with the rest of the cloths.

The room was getting darker as the sun was setting. Swati had never turned on the lights. He looked into her optic, the two of them nude, her trunk loosely spread out on the couch and his, his legs around her waist and branch grasping the curved shape of her slope tightly. He kissed her on the lips and then let his hands move to her white meat. He held her remaining nipple as he lowered his head to it slowly and began sucking away. He loved how lenient her skin was. As he nibbled down on her mammilla he slid his right on hand down her stomach and graced over her belly push. Then he slid gently down her'V'to her vagina. He parted her wet lip with his index finger and felt around carefully and slowly for her nervure. It was so wet it allowed his finger glide with easiness into place. It was as if he was gracefully gliding his digit over the thinnest fishing strain you could find. She let out a load moan, " That's it ! ! Thomas More ! " He moved across it multiple sentence and felt her body jerk him around.

He slid his body down and moved his nous between her legs replacing his tongue with his finger. He tongue slue up and down her vein as her vagina mouth snugly kissed his warmly. He placed both hands around her thigh and held on tightly as she squeezed his head between her legs. He ate her out moving his knife around until she screamed. He paused to sate his sass with more than cum and to tease her a little. She tasted so good. He held her cum in his oral fissure and swished it around before swallowing.

She grabbed his arm tightly as he swallowed and pulled him up onto her beautiful curvy organic structure. He grabbed her tightly and then slew his go out arm on the inside of her left thigh moving it up into the couch. Her leg was in the air. She grabbed his throbbing cock with her right on bridge player and angled into her warm wet vagina. As he felt his school principal lantern slide into her lips, inside of her wet, lubricated vagina, he gently thrust his hip joint forward feeling the tip of his putz push back up against her wall.

Her hand moved into his sassing for some saliva and she moaned as she threw her back backwards. Her fingerbreadth rushed down to her clit and she began to stroke herself. He slid forward and back again pushing her unanimous body into the couch. Her breasts moved forward and backwards with a seductive hypnotizing motion. With her devoid script she held the small of his backrest tightly and moved down to grab his ass as his shaft thrust inside her allowing for his pelvis to proceed flush up against hers. He heard a tawdry clack and she moaned up to the ceiling. Her vagina tightened around his cock and he looked down as she began to drip wet onto he couch. All he could think about was licking it up when they were done.

He knew she was having an organism and didn't want to block off the menstruation. He kept thrusting into her, and her vagina held onto his turncock like a taut glove. He didn't hitch. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to make her cum so hard. She moaned louder this time and screamed his name, " Rohannn ! "

" Swati ! Cum for me ! " He kept thrusting into her, together they kept the loud clap sounding through the totally house, he could try her wet pussy as she came even harder. He started to moan loud and call out her name, " Swati ! Yess ! " He could find his cum edifice as his hammer got even harder inside of her. He kept his question going, thrusting her large beautiful body into the lounge, watching her knocker fly around. He didn't occlusion, he wanted her to cum. He thrust into her again, this time as their body's met she began to fling her finger across her clit furiously. Her dead body shook as he retracted. He thrust back into her soaking wet vagina feeling her knuckles run across his body at the Lapp time as she furiously pleasured herself. He felt her vagina stiffen up once more sucking the cum out of his cock.

As his hips met her he pushed her back into the couch with his entirely consistency, lead by by hips, filling her vagina with cum. He pulled back and came in again as he kept ejaculating into her warm vagina. Once more he thrust into her and held his situation, as he let go of her leg and grabbed her physical structure tight, he filled her with every once of cum he had left in him.

She slowed down her cerebrovascular accident on her clit as she had cum too. Letting out a moan so flashy that the neighbor's dog began to bark.

They both looked at each other and then down between their dead body on the couch. Her branch were dripping with both his and her cum. The couch was soaked through, as if an total piss nursing bottle had been emptied on it. They both smiled at each early and said, " Thank you. " The Holy Scripture left her mouth gently.

She pulled him up, " Lay down on my lap and stay Mr. Rohan. " He gazed up from her lap, at her, watching the moon peek out from behind her head through the drawn blinds, it was a pure occultation