Old Pussy Craves Young Cock Part 6

Karan parked the car in the lot with great care. After that, he carefully guided me toward the hotel. The weather was so bad that the wind was sending things flying everywhere. The sound of wind hitting big hoardings was truly terrifying. I clung tight to karan and he held me strong as he led me inside.

Because of the heavy rain, both of us were soaked through, more than half drenched. Even in such bad weather, Karan was right there with me, so I feel safe. I look at Karan’s smile and say, “Thank you.” In response, he smiles at me just like me.

Because of bad weather, the entire hotel was in a state of chaos. Inside and outside floors were soiled with dust and dirt. Water is dripping in several places. This was the first rainfall after summer heat, and that faint earthy scent of wet soil was in the air.

And a storm so severe that there was no electricity. The entire hotel staff was in a state of distress. We stood near the reception, but no one was there to listen to us. The hotel wasn’t very large, it was quite modest, and there didn’t appear to be many rooms. Staff is also sparse.

After a short while, a middle-aged man approached us and said, “I apologise, we are short-staffed today, and we are not in a position to provide good service.”

We say, “We don’t need fancy service, just give us any room to stay tonight, somehow or other. We manage.”

He says, “But there is no electricity here. And our generator is not working today. It takes time for the mechanic to arrive, and since the weather is bad, no one is likely to come at all. Moreover, electricity poles have snapped, so power wont be restored tonight. However, seeing that we’re both in it, if you’re managing with all this, then I’ll give you room. And for rent, pay whatever you feel like. I apologise for any inconvenience.”

I actually found that man quite decent, someone who is so understanding. Karan says, “Thank you for understanding our situation. I will pay regular rent.”

The man says, “Here, take the key and go up to the room upstairs with your grandmother. And please be careful, make sure you don’t slip.”

The hotelier mistook two of us for a grandmother and a grandson. Looking at us, anyone would think the same. In that moment when Karan looks at me, I feel a bit awkward. No matter how close our bond in reality, I truly was just like his grandmother.

Upon seeing me, Karan smiled. Taking my hand, he began to lead me toward the room. There was much water in the walkway, and the ground turned into a muddy mess. At one point, my foot slipped, and Karan instantly grabbed me by the waist to steady me.

In that moment, one jolt of electricity coursed through me. With stormy rain, my wet saree clinging to the young man and me like Karan right there, what else can a thirsty old woman like me possibly feel? My pussy felt that familiar heat again, even in cold rain.

When we reached the room, we found it wasn’t ready. Since there was no electricity, Karan turned on the mobile flashlight to look inside. The room hadn’t been cleaned after the previous guest. Karan says to me, “You are completely soaked. I’ll go get something for you, or you’ll fall ill.”

He headed off for the reception. I stood there in the darkness, clad in my wet saree. I could feel my nipples poking through the thin, wet fabric, and my cleavage was dripping with water.

A short while later, Karan returned with two fresh towels and a bathrobe. He told me, “Go into the bathroom first and change.” I turned on the flash on his mobile phone and went into the bathroom. My saree was completely ruined and had become stained with mud.

I took it off and noticed that my blouse and petticoat were also quite wet. I took them off as well. My bra was wet, so I had to take that off too. My panties were dry, which was a relief, but given weather conditions, they certainly weren’t going to keep my pussy from getting wet.

I washed my saree with clean water, then wrung out my blouse and petticoat to squeeze water out of them. Now, aside from my panties, I had nothing left to wear. I put on the bathrobe. However, it only covered my boobs in front. It was completely open down the middle, and hem fell just above my knees.

I looked at myself and knew how I looked. My cleavage was showing, and my legs were bare. My pussy felt cold but also tingling because I knew Karan was waiting just outside that door in the dark. I was coming out of the bathroom when Karan’s phone started ringing.

I handed it to him, but he didn’t even look at me. He just started talking. It was his wife, and she was sounding very worried. He was telling her, “Don’t worry, I am safe, and I found a hotel.”

I was dying for him to look at me once, but the call went on and on. He was talking to her so sweetly, and it made me feel so selfish. I couldn’t stand that he was talking to her. I just wanted to be alone with him. Tanisha had already ruined a whole month for me, and now this call was doing it again.

My body was aching for him, and the jealousy only made my pussy throb more. Karan was completely ignoring me. I felt so hurt that I had an urge to snatch the phone right out of his hand and hang up on her.

The rain stopped, and it got very hot. There was no wind, and the power was still out. Sweat started dripping down my skin. It slid between my breasts and down to my panties. Karan was on the phone for 45 minutes. Every minute feels like forever. He walked out of the room to keep talking.

Then a housekeeping woman came in. She was maybe 35 or 40. She had a torch because it was dark. She shines the light on me. I was just in my bathrobe and very sweaty. She smiled like she knew I was naked under the robe.

She says, “Madam, please hold this torch. I will clean and change the sheets while you stand there looking so delicious.”

While she was cleaning, she kept looking at my cleavage and legs. I feel embarrassed but also a bit excited. I want Karan so much. The lady finished and left. She took my wet clothes to the laundry. She says, “I’ll wash and dry it by tomorrow morning.”

She smiled like she knew I had nothing else to wear. Then Karan walked in. He has a bag. He was shocked when he saw me. He looked at me from head to toe, and his eyes sparkled.

I say, “You finally notice me? You only talk to your wife and let me get all wet and desperate. Do you even want me?”

He says, “My wife will not shut up. But seeing you like this… It makes me want to tear that robe off and bury myself inside you right now.”

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Karan locked the door. He gave me a naughty smile. My breath caught. Finally, this was happening.

Karan walked for me. He put his hand behind my neck and kissed me hard. I could not breathe. He was so restless for me. I put my fingers in his hair. We both smell like sweat, but it makes me more excited.

He untied my bathrobe. My breasts were bare. He cupped one and began to knead it while kissing me. Then he kissed my neck. Even with the sweat, he keeps kissing me. It drives me wild.

He slid the robe off my shoulders. He tilted me back and took one breast in his mouth for suckling. My nipples get very hard. I feel young again in his arms.

He took off his wet clothes. Now he was just in his underwear. I see his cock was already big and hard inside.

I touched his cock through the fabric and said, “It is so hard and thick. Are you going to make me scream tonight?”

Karan says, “I am going to plunge deep into your pussy and stay there. I want to see how much of this big cock you can take, aunty. I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

I say, “My husband has not touched me for fifteen years. My pussy is starving for you. Please, I can’t wait. I need to feel you inside me.” I reached inside his underwear and grabbed his cock. It was hot like iron and pulsing in my hand.

Karan says, “Aunty, if you want me to be gentle, tell me now. Because once I get inside you, I am going to ride you like a beast.”

I say, “Don’t be gentle. Just fuck me. Take care of my body and make me forget everything else.”

I did not play hard to get. I just want to fuck him. He is a handsome gym guy, and it is a big deal for me. Then the lights came on. The AC and fan start. I was so relieved. The robe was sticking to my sweaty body.

Karan took off my robe and his underwear. I took off my panties too because my pussy was so wet and leaking for him.

Karan says, “Look at you, so wet and ready for me. We are both covered in sweat. Let us go for the shower so I can lick every drop off your skin before I fuck you.”

He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. My heart was racing. I see his naked body, and I know I’m finally going to have him. Karan turned on the shower, and the cold water hit our hot, sweaty skin. I let out a small gasp as the water ran down my breasts and over my stomach.

Karan didn’t wait. He pulled me under the spray and smashed his lips against mine again.

He says, “You look so beautiful with the water running over your body, aunty. Last time I was scared, but today it’s just the two of us.”

He soaped up his hands and began to rub them all over me. He slides his soapy palms over my breasts, squeezing them hard. He moves down for my waist and then lower, his fingers reaching between my legs. I moaned loudly because the feeling of his rough hands on my pussy was too much.

I say, “Karan, please. Don’t play with me. I have waited so long to feel like a real man like you.”

He laughed a little and turned me around so I was facing the wall. He pressed his hard chest against my back. I could feel his thick cock rubbing against my butt cheeks. It feels so heavy and hot. He reached around to grab my tits and started to bite my shoulder.

He whispered in my ear, “I am going to give you everything your husband didn’t give you for many years. I am going to make you remember this night forever.”

I arched my back and pressed my ass into him. I say, “Then do it. Stop talking and just put it inside me. I am so wet for you, Karan. I am dripping.”

He slid his hand down and opened my legs wider. He pushed two fingers deep inside me, and I felt like I was going to melt. He was stretching me out, getting me ready for what was coming next. The sound of the water and the sound of my moans filled the small bathroom.

He says, “You are so tight, aunty. It feels like you are a virgin again. I am going to enjoy breaking you in tonight.”

I turned my head to kiss him, my heart beating like crazy. The heat between us was more than the hot weather outside. It was a fire. I grabbed his arms and held on tight as he got ready to take me right there against the bathroom wall.

Karan pulled me away from the wall and sat down on the closed toilet lid. He pulled me toward him, spreading my legs wide so I was standing right between his knees. The shower was still running, and the water was splashing against our backs.

He looked up at me with those hungry eyes and said, “I want to taste you properly before we start. I remember how sweet you tasted last time, but today you look even more ready.”

I laughed and ran my fingers through his wet hair. I feel very playful and confident now. I say, “Then what are you waiting for, Karan? I told you my pussy is starving. If you want to eat, then start eating.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled my crotch right up to his face. I let out a loud moan as his tongue made the first long, wet stroke from the bottom to the top. It feels like a bolt of electricity hit me.

I leaned my head back against the cold bathroom wall and said, “Oh god, Karan… Yes! Just like that. Use your tongue more.”

Karan was being very aggressive and naughty. He was sucking on my clit like it was a candy, and then he would push two fingers deep inside me at the same time. I was squirming and laughing and moaning all at once.

I was so comfortable with him now that I wasn’t shy at all. I reached down and pushed his head closer, burying his face in my wetness.

He looks up at me, his face dripping with my juices and the shower water. He says, “You are so wet, aunty. I can taste how much you want me. You are shaking like a leaf.”

I teased him back, pulling on his hair a little bit. I say, “That is because you are doing such a good job. But don’t just talk… I want to feel your tongue inside me deeper. Show me that stamina you were talking about.”

He growled and went back for it, licking me with long, greedy strokes. I could feel my climax building up so fast. My legs were shaking so much I could hardly stand. I was grabbing his shoulders for balance, my breath coming in short gasps.

I say, “Karan… I am going to come… I am going to come right on your face!”

He didn’t stop. He sucked harder, his tongue moving fast and steady. I screamed out as the first wave of my orgasm hit me, my pussy pulsing hard against his mouth. I didn’t care if the housekeeping lady or anyone else heard me. I felt so alive and so young.

After I calmed down a little, Karan wiped his mouth and gave me a wicked smile. He stood up, and I could see his cock was throbbing, looking even bigger than before.

He says, “Now that you are relaxed and satisfied, it is my turn. I am going to fuck you so hard you will forget your own name.”

Karan stood up straight in the shower. He looked down at me and said, “Aunty, I want you to give me a blowjob before we do anything else.”

I stopped and looked at him. I was very confused. I have never heard this word before in my life. I asked him, “Karan, what? I didn’t get you.”

He laughed a bit and took my hand. He put my hand on his hard cock. He said, “It means I want you to take it in your mouth. Use your lips and tongue on me, just like how I did for you.”

I felt a big shock go through me. I am in my late 70s, and I never did this in my whole life. My husband never accepts doing such dirty things. It feels very strange and awkward for me. The idea of putting that thing in my mouth made my heart beat very fast.

So, readers, will Usha aunty cross her lines or reject Karan’s request? Is she ready for this new world, or will the shame of her past stop her right here?

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