Sara was a cheeky, playful girl; she had an ear-length curly bob. She usually wore shorts and tight tops. Sara had a peculiar fetish.
One day, while strolling with her friends around the usual shady back lanes, one friend asked, “So what type of guy are you picking up today?”
Another friend replied, “Why are you asking Sara? We know her answer already.” Sara smiled, “Of course, a frustrated middle-aged office worker.”
All of Sara’s friends sighed, “What is your obsession with those?” Sara replied, “It’s just that I like how emotionally and mentally exhausted they are. The tiredness and desperation on their face. I find it kind of cute.”
As they were chatting, Sara spotted an office worker, Mid-40s, with slightly hunched shoulders and that unmistakable look of someone carrying a heavy weight. Sara approached him with a smirk.
Sara: Yo!
The man got startled by Sara. He glanced at her, mini skirt, lip piercing, tight top with cleavage visible and devilish smile on her face. He gulped.
Sara: I am Sara. What is your name, old man?
Manish: I-I am Manish.
Sara clung to his arm. Her soft breasts pressed lightly against his arm.
Sara: So, Mr Manish, I think you aren’t strolling here just to sightsee, right? What do you think about me?
Manish: I-I..
Sara smirked and placed her hand above his crotch.
Sara: Indecisive people are turned off, you know?
Manish was nervous, but he nodded. They both went to the nearby love hotel.
In the hotel room, Manish nervously sat on the bed.
Sara: Hmm? Still in clothes?
When Manish glanced at Sara, He saw her wearing a black bra and panties.
Manish looked away. Sara came close and sat on her knees, resting her chin on his thigh.
Sara: So shy, this is your first time coming to this area, isn’t it?
Sara kissed his bulge from his pants. She smiled and kissed his bulge.
Sara: At least someone is honest. Now sit back and let professionals do the work.
Sara leaned her mouth on his pants and caught the zip with her teeth. She slowly pulled the zip down. Using her mouth, she made a way for his cock to come out of his underwear. His cock jumped out and brushed against her cheek.
Sara sniffed his cock deeply with her eyes closed. Her warm breath was making his cock twitch.
Sara: Mmm… that raw smell of sweat and stress.
She kissed his balls and gave a long, slow lick to his member from balls to tip.
She swirled around the tip, drenching his dick in her drool.
Manish: Aahh!
Sara circled her tongue on his tip and then gobbled it in her mouth. Manish felt like his dick was in another heavenly realm. Warm, moist and immensely pleasing. Sara started going back and forth with his cock pulsating in her mouth.
Manish: F-fuc-
With her devouring his cock like an elite delicacy, it felt like Manish’s whole body was at her tongue’s mercy. She smiled with his cock in her mouth as she saw Manish groaning in pleasure. She gave it a kiss and came close to Manish.
Sara: Seems like you liked my service.
She took a condom packet from the nearby drawer, then she put the condom between her lips and gobbled his dick again, putting on the protection. Sara climbed on the bed and pushed him to lie down.
Sara: Now it’s time for the climax.
She stripped her panties and showed her clean-shaven pink pussy.
Sara: Rejoice, old man.
Sara placed his cock below her pussy and started pushing her hips down.
Manish: Oh, Fu-
Sara teased him by shaking her hips as his cock entered her pussy. As his cock was completely inside her, Manish was completely on his wits’ end.
Sara: Aahh, you sure have a nice cock.
Sara started jumping on his cock aggressively. Manish could feel her tight pussy walls. His cock was at her mercy.
Manish: Ahhh.
Sara noticed Manish making a silly expression, so she decided to tease him.
She stopped jumping and started grinding with his cock deep inside her. She moved her hips in slow, sensual circles, her tight walls gripping it perfectly.
Sara: Ufff, how do you like that, old man?
Manish’s mind was going blank. Every little movement was bliss. That was the same for Sara, too, as she was moaning erotically with her eyes closed. Manish couldn’t handle this teasing anymore. He grabbed her waist. Sara opened her eyes.
Sara: Oh, someone is getting a bit hasty.
Sara took his hand from her waist and rested them on her boobs.
Her boobs were tender, and her nipples were erect. Manish started kneading her boobs.
Sara: Yes, yes, that’s the way.
Sara started jumping on his cock again. The arousal from her pussy made Manish go hard on her boobs. He started playing with her nipples, teasing them.
Sara increased her pace. The sounds from her wet pussy got louder and louder, and at last, they cum.
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She crashed beside him; her pussy was twitching crazily. They both were panting hard. Sara looked at Manish and saw slight guilt on his face.
Sara: Hmm? Didn’t you like it?
Manish: Ah, no. No- that’s not it, it’s just that-
He sat up and pulled off the condom, then cleaned himself with a tissue and put his dick back into his pants.
Manish: I-I don’t know what I was thinking.
Sara moved closer and clung to his back.
Sara: What do you mean?
Sara saw that Manish was hesitant. She sighed.
Sara: You know, right, keeping words in your stomach leads to stomach aches?
His voice cracked slightly.
Manish: The reason I came here was that I was angry. My wife is cheating on me, and nowadays she isn’t even trying to hide it.
Sara: Oh, are you scared of alimony?
Manish: If only it were a matter of money, I couldn’t divorce her because of my daughter. I love her, and she and her mother are so close that I am sure she will get her custody. I-I just don’t want to lose her. Everything was so frustrating that I made the impulsive decision and came here. I am sorry, Miss Sara. I don’t know why I am discussing this with you, but I feel more guilty now, like there is no difference between my wife and me.
Manish tried to put on a brave face, but he was on the verge of breaking down.
Sara sat on his lap, facing him, and cupped his face.
Sara: Man, if I didn’t have a sweet spot for an emotionally vulnerable middle-aged man, I wouldn’t have said it, but don’t you think you are too harsh on yourself? I mean, your wife is cheating, and you can’t leave her because you love your daughter. But there is no need to loathe yourself just because you fucked another chick.
She hugged him.
Sara: It’s okay, I don’t really understand how a couple’s relationship works, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing to seek a little relief when your own wife is already out there getting hers. Manish looked down.
Sara: So broody, cheer up, old man, you have a hottie sitting on your lap with her kitty out.
Manish’s expression softened as he saw Sara pouting. After some time, Sara dressed up, and Manish paid Sara for her service.
Sara: So, old man, would you come here again?
Manish: I-I don’t know.
Sara wrote her number on a card and gave it to him.
Sara: Well, if you don’t mind being my sugar daddy, then here’s my number.
Manish and Sara left the hotel.
At Manish’s house, Manish’s daughter came to him running.
Daughter: Papa, see, I got 90 per cent
Manish smiled and patted her head.
Manish: Very good, I am proud of you.
Daughter grinned cutely.
Manish: Where is Mamma?
Daughter: Hmm, she is on the balcony on call.
Manish thought, “On call?”
When Manish went near the balcony, he saw his wife giggling and talking on the phone. He never saw her this enthusiastic. The next morning, his wife was doing her makeup with focus.
Manish: Are you going somewhere?
Wife: Hmm.
His wife didn’t even glance at him; she was just focused on her make-up, wearing a backless red saree. Manish understood who she was going to visit. The annoyance was written all over his face, but then his eyes fell on the card Sara gave him yesterday.
He stared at it and thought, “Am I really doing this?”
A few hours later, Manish and Sara were sitting in a small restaurant. Sara was enthusiastically munching on a burger.
Sara: So saucy! Love it.
The restaurant was pretty much empty.
Sara: I was surprised when you called me this early in the morning.
Sara smirked.
Sara: What, fallen for me already?
Manish coughs.
Manish: N-Nothing like that. I was getting tired of staying at home and thought of clearing my mind.
Manish felt something at his crotch.
Manish: !!!
Sara: Well, I am clearing your mind.
Her bare foot was pressing and rubbing against his growing bulge.
Manish: M-Miss Sara, we really shouldn’t be doing this here.
Sara: Hmm, why? I won’t mind a wiener with my burger.
Manish was getting aroused by the teasing of her feet. He decided to get up.
Manish: I-I am hitting the restroom.
As Manish left for the restroom, Sara had a naughty idea on her mind. The restroom was empty. Manish looked at the mirror. Manish thought, “What am I doing? Using Miss Sara to distract myself from my problems. I should go and tell her that it was our last meeting.”
As he was in the middle of a thought, the restroom door opened, and Sara entered.
Sara: Whew, so no one is here.
Manish: Miss Sara! What are you doing here!?
Sara grabbed Manish’s hand and took him into a toilet stall.
Manish: Wha-
Sara leaned against the wall, pushing her ass in front of Manish.
Sara: Eating food gave me energy, now I have to utilise the energy somewhere, right?
As if her round butt peeking from her tight shorts wasn’t enough, she started wiggling her ass invitingly. This enticed him, and he unconsciously touched her butt. Manish thought, “So soft.”
Sara: Oh, Daddy, fuck me already.
Manish: D-Daddy?!
Sara glanced behind and bit her lips.
Sara: What happened, Daddy, won’t you fuck your little slut?
Sara started rubbing her ass against his crotch.
Manish thought, “Shit!! She is playing with me.”
Sara pulled her shorts down, and as she was wearing nothing inside, the view of her pink, glistening pussy swaying in front of him drove him crazy.
Manish stripped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Sara: Oh, Daddy, are you going to punish me with that thing?
Sara brushed her ass on his dick. Manish couldn’t wait any longer and rammed his cock inside her.
Sara: Ahhh-
Manish: Fuck!
Manish grabbed her hips and started pounding her; the sound of her cheeks clapping filled the stall.
Sara: Ahh, yes, Daddy.
Each thrust of his pulsating cock made Sara talk dirtier and dirtier.
Sara: Yes, Daddy, make my pussy yours, stretch it more and more, make me Daddy’s personal slut.
Sara had a perverted idea all of a sudden.
Sara (innocently): Papa—
Manish thought, “This girl sure knows how to press someone’s buttons.”
Sara smiled and moaned.
Sara: Uff, Papa, you are so naughty, corrupting your baby girl like this, Ah.
Manish’s pace increased, his thrust became faster and more desperate.
Sara: Ahh, yes, Harder Papa owns me with your cock! Make me y-
Sara was so indulged in sex that her leg slipped, but Manish caught her and pulled her close to him.
He grabbed her from behind while pushing his cock deep inside her pussy. Manish’s cock was kissing her womb. Sara felt so ecstatic that she bit her lips.
Manish was holding her tightly close to his body and then filled her pussy up with his love juices.
After an intense orgasm, Manish pulled his cock out. His semen dripped from her pussy. Sara was weak on her legs, so she turned to Manish and clung to him.
Her pussy was still twitching. Sara smiled.
Sara: Thank you, Papa, for feeding me such a nutritious meal.
She cupped his face and smashed her lips against his, playing with his tongue; they exchanged a lewd kiss. After cleaning themselves up, Manish and Sara left the restaurant.
Manish sighed.
Manish: I am sorry I came inside you.
Sara: It’s fine. I will take a pill.
Manish: Fortunately, the restroom was empty. Otherwise, we would have been arrested.
Sara laughed.
Sara: Maybe. By the way, is your mind clear now?
Manish: Hmm?
Sara: You said you wanted to meet me to clear your mind, so how are you feeling?
The memories of his wife and her affair rushed into Manish’s mind again. But then Manish glanced at the girl in front of him, making a silly, curious face.
The heaviness in his face lifted.
Manish: Yeah, it’s alright now.
Sara (smiled): Good.
Sara walked a few steps ahead and turned around. She raised her hand and waved at him while smiling brightly.
Sara: Take care, old man! And whenever you feel heavy, you know my number. Bye!
Manish’s life hasn’t changed at all with his wife’s ongoing affair, his worries about his daughter and emptiness in his marriage. But after a long time,
A faint smile of hope appeared on his face as he raised his hand and waved back to Sara.
The end.
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