OC x GISELLE
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Giselle had avoided him for several months now. It all started with her late evening visit to his house 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 Giselle and her own desires. And he 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 Old man 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 Jin-ho out of love and felt stuck with his father out of lust. Undoubtedly, the Old man 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 Old man 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 country side, the sex in the car had been electrifying. That was always the case with 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 big house in her absence. But none would do. The dear maid, his favorite before the daughter-in-law invaded the scene, tried hard. Her breasts were delicious, but her pussy lacked that throbbing urgency that Giselle had. Then another one had a tight cunt, but she lacked Giselle's sauciness.
Giselle was an irreplaceable package. 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 Seoul, Giselle's entertainment company, in one hand. He found a hotel near her building 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 training room. The man seemed a misfit in the environment. Here was a large man among computers in a steel and glass office.
"Abhoji!" 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. The old man 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 daughter-in-law was so daringly dressed.
Was she inviting sex from other handsome male Idols? 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.
"Daughter-in-law," he mumbled, his usually deep and resonating voice gone dry with the excitement of having found Giselle.
"How come you are here?" she asked, "Jinho never told me!" She reached for her cell phone to call her husband when the Old man grabbed her wrist. "Not now!" he said.
Giselle felt the familiar strength in his hands as he gripped her. "Leave me!" she whispered.
"But I have come to meet you," he explained.
"Yes, but not here," she insisted.
"I know," he replied. He opened his hand and showed her the key to the room at the hotel.
She shook her head, indicating a firm no.
Karina passed by and saw her and stopped to ask, "Any problem?
"Abhoji, 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 the authority of the Ceo he had been, which eluded him in the anonymity of the city.
She gripped his arm to lead him to the reception area. "You sit here while I go inform my boss," she said. 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, Junho. 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 had any plans to go visiting. Her sexual encounters at her in-laws' place had almost entirely been risqué and taboo.
"Junho! 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 Giselle, "and he says he has checked in at Hotel International near my office."
"Why won't he stay at home?" asked Junho.
"How would I know? Anyway, he wants to meet us there. Please come there quickly," said Giselle.
"I have some meetings lined up. Let me try," said Junho, completely puzzled by his father's behavior.
As Giselle 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.
"Abjoji! What are you doing here?" she stammered.
"Why did you tell him?" asked the Old man. "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 Junho was inside her, and she found herself comparing the yawning stretch of her pussy to the thickness of Old Man'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. Giselle 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 the Old man was face to face, she found it difficult to tell him off. 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. "Come!" he commanded here. And he walked out of that office, with his daughter-in-law in tow. She was pink with embarrassment. 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 Old man who was opposed to the marriage had led to the explosion of lust between them.
And try as she might, she could not put Old Man's uncorked lust back. He took several women from the staff and the mistresses, and she knew him to be indifferent. There were favorites, but no fixations. It seemed to be different in her case.
Giselle 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, Junho would arrive at the hotel, and that would prevent any moves from the Old man.
Or so she thought. The first thing the Old man did on arriving at the hotel was to leave instructions at the reception.
"My son will come here shortly. Hold him here and give me a call so we can all leave for an outing," he told the front office staff, leaving a large, generous tip.
They entered the lift to go up to the lavish suite, which the Old man had taken. Giselle went to the far end of the lift. The old man 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. Giselle 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 rubbing her ass against the engorged, trapper monster in its lair. Old man'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 was what he liked about Giselle. There was an excitement that made him more of a man than any other woman he spent his lust on. She was special. Maybe because she was illicit. But more likely because she and he were bodily built for each other.
Giselle 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. "He will be here soon," she mumbled.
Old man, inflamed as he was with desire, was even more agitated at the thought of being thwarted. He pushed the girl against the wall roughly in the way he handled her. "ABOJII!" 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, which he now sported. Her fingers were in a clenched fist. He let her knuckles feel the cylinder of flesh. Giselle stared into his lust-filled eyes. His breath had the sweetness of some candy 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. The old man 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 skirt, he could have kissed her through the layers. Damn these long 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 an Old man 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 were useless against his strength. He pulled at the t-shirt, which was tucked in. She held his hand, trying to stop him from doing something reckless.
She tried to break his grip on her by interlacing her fingers with his. He allowed her fingers to join with 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. The old man 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 the t-shirt and the jeans, and his hand slid around her waist. Giselle gasped, and her body hunched over that of her father-in-law. His coarse, callused palms played havoc with her soft, silky skin, and Giselle felt herself melt. It was time to take the battle to his camp. "Abhoji!" she groaned. "This is all wrong."
He undid the button of her jeans and saw the lace top edge of her pink panties. She looked delectable in these beautiful undergarments, thought the Old man. The other women whom he routinely fucked were directly accessible under their skirts. Giselle was not.
She almost always wore panties. It was an obstacle, but he loved the way she looked in them, and it 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 tightly. 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 Giselle, 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 them with vigor.
"You are not listening to me," she complained.
"No, I am not," he confirmed.
His thumbs found her nipples, and he toggled on them as he felt her soft flesh in his hands. Giselle felt as if triggers to her passion were being fired, and suddenly the gap between her legs opened further. Involuntarily, her legs spread. The expert lover that he was, the signal was not lost on the Old man. It was in this way that her father-in-law read her body, which she had missed in her husband.
His hands left her breasts. Giselle groaned at that. She didn't need him to stop now. Her nipples and receptive flesh ached for the touch again.
The old man busied himself with pulling the jeans down from her hips. Her hands left his head and grabbed at his wrists, trying to stop him. "Stop. All this is illicit," she pleaded.
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. He stood up. The girl was shocked, leaning against the wall with her hands. 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. Giselle refused to help him. The old man 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. Giselle raised one leg, then another. She was scared of this anger and worried about what she would do if he damaged her clothes. She was now in her panties. The old man 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 panties. The old man 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, Giselle feared he might destroy that garment too.
Meekly, she raised one leg, then another to remove the garment. When she raised her leg, the Old man 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," whispered Giselle as she fought off the tears welling in 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 Giselle 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. Giselle 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 thick, big cock.
She was lying back against the wall, 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 Giselle was glad because she knew she needed lubrication to imbibe that weapon. Resistance was going to be futile because she now knew 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.
The old man 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 cock near her leaking pussy. 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. Giselle should have known- her Abhojii 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, Giselle gasped. She felt touched everywhere. Her cunt exploded when she least expected it.
As the unexpected waves lashed her body, her nails sank into his back. Her legs spontaneously lifted, and she pushed her toes downward, arching her pussy over the cylinder inside her. Abhojii!" she screamed, unmindful of the risk of being heard in the corridor outside.
"Don't you want this?" asked the Old man, every word punctuated with an unrelenting thrust. His eyes were focused on the young woman's face, which was in a daze from the pleasure of his cock going in and out of her.
"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 shirt, but that was nothing compared to the drenched state of his pubic hair. She was pouring, and the juices were 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 Junho. Later, she became tense about the inevitability of an encounter. And then the tension of his assault. The orgasm that swamped her was unwanted, and she hated it.
The pleasure was intense, and she hated the fact that her father-in-law was so enjoyable. She wished he were 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.
Giselle slid to the floor in a heap as the complete weight of her body came onto Old Man, and he slowly allowed her to slip. She was on her knees briefly, and the Old man was hopeful that his glistening, smeared cock, which was bobbing in her face, would get attention. But Giselle just slumped to the floor.
The old man watched his son's wife slumped on the floor. Her ragged t-shirt was still around her shoulders, and her untouched breasts were perfect and perky and just looked beautiful and sexy with all that sweat glistening on her sexy body. The nipples seemed erect from the arousal.
He looked at the beautiful, ravaged woman; he had seen her transformed from an angry, aggressive Woman to a beautiful, blossomed woman. Sweat dripped from his brow. His own shorts were unraveled, and he stood with his cock, hard and proud as ever, the loose shorts going over it like a towel on a clothes hook. The lower edge of his shorts 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 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, Giselle 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 the front but from behind. Giselle 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, and 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, Junho, 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 Giselle applied. Her move forward had brought her against the sofa in the room, and she now raised her body and rested on the sofa. Surely, she could now successfully get up. A strong hand on the nape of her neck held her down.
The old man 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, the Old man kept the girl down as he ached to get back into her.
This time, she seemed tighter; Giselle screamed, "No!" The bitch was always resisting, and he made a note that when sanity returned, he would talk to her about 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 whispered.
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, Giselle 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 Giselle were largely painful, tinged with pleasure.
"Abojji! You entered the wrong hole!" she wailed.
The old man 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.
Giselle 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 asshole was stretched, and the vibrating massage through the wall separating her cunt energized her. She wanted to be touched. She reached back for his hand to guide him to the clit.
The old man jerked a few times rapidly, deriving his pleasure. The moment sanity returned, he started to pull out. Giselle'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.
"Now you might as well fuck me properly there!" she begged him.
The old man 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 had not anticipated.
The breasts themselves received no attention from him other than being used as handles. Giselle 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 Giselle's cheeks. She was delighted by the sexual release that 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 Junho was not half the man his father was. And a release of tears as all her bodily fluids were released. 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 the Old man mindlessly slapped his hips 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 Old man still kneeling on the floor. He moved forward. She lifted his shirt off and had him bare-chested. That was needed; her breasts needed to feel him. She pulled him closer and held his head to her breasts.
"Abhojji! Milk me," she asked. Old man scooped her perky, round 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.
Giselle shuddered at each plopping out of her breast. Her legs, till now closed, opened out to the incredible cock and wrapped themselves around his body. Her wet, open cunt grazed his torso, smearing him with herself.
She lay back on the sofa and draped one leg on the backrest. Her other leg was on the floor. She could not have been open any wider. She reached for his shirt, which was at hand, and wiped herself dry. She wanted to feel every inch of that monster ream every inch of her throbbing pussy.
Old man 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 one foot on the ground and, with the other knee digging deep into the sofa, the father-in-law sank into his daughter-in-law. Giselle's hands went around holding his neck.
"Now. Fuck me!" she commanded, taking charge of the proceedings.
The old man 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.
"This is what you want, isn't it? Day and night? All the time? To fuck your daughter-in-law?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch as each thrust of his raised her to a new level of arousal.
"So take me!" she offered herself, thrusting upward at his downward plunging cock. The unexpected counter-assault from her had him gagging.
"Why? Can't you handle a taste of your own medicine?" she teased him.
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 and welcomed it, thought Giselle as she watched her father-in-law groan.
She had thwarted his attempt to pound her by grabbing his cock and tightening her fist. The old man 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. The old man spasmed. This was his Giselle; 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 thick ass. He clung to her as she expertly moved her hips, clenching and unclenching her cunt at the helpless cock.
And then the phone rang.
The old man leaned over Giselle's head to reach for the side table where the phone sat.
"Yes," he muttered into the instrument. "Yes, give him the phone." It was the husband of the woman whom he was fucking or who was fucking him?
Giselle 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.
"Son!" groaned the Old man, the pleasure making him shudder even as he answered his son, who was on the phone.
"abhoji. Are you all right?" asked Junho, worried to hear the strain in his father's voice.
"Yes, yes," he blabbered. 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 bodybuilding sessions. They always came in handy with the more vigorous women he fucked. And none so energetic and vivacious as Giselle.
"Should I come up?" asked Junho.
"N…ooooo" croaked the elderly man as his son's wife launched a new assault with her fingers. "No. We are coming down."
"Is Giselle with you?" enquired the son, asking about his wife.
"Yes, we are together," he replied. 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.
"All right. I am waiting here for you. Or should I come up?" persisted Junho.
"No, I am ready. We will come immediately. Replied the Old man in a wobbly voice. 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, the Old man reached between the two sweaty bodies to find Giselle'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 the Old man 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 Giselle couldn't stop muttering obscenities and endearments to him.
"Yes fuck your daughter-in-law. Give her your cock. Give me your seed. Hammer me. Hammer me more," her voice rose to a scream. Her nails were now hurting him as she took her pleasure and mauled him.
The phone rang again.
"Are you coming or not?" asked an irritated Junho.
"Yes," muttered the Old man.
"Yes," 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.
Giselle grabbed the receiver. "We are just moving down," she gasped into the phone and dumped the receiver on the floor. Frantically, even as the Old man pounded into her, she reached for the phone and pressed down the button, disconnecting the line. A particularly violent fuck from Old man made her shout an "ah!" and she wondered if it carried to Junho. She couldn't care beyond that. She now let the phone fall to the floor.
"Babuji, fill your Woman!!" screamed Giselle, now frantic for release as much as for the tension of her husband waiting in the lobby below.
"Take it, my daughter-in-law!" hollered Old Man 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 Giselle.
She clung to her man as he filled her. "OH my god!" she exclaimed.
The old man 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 the Old man, continuing his 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 the Old man.
"Old bastard!" said the woman, fed up with him. "Leave me. We need to move quickly; he is waiting."
"What should I wear?" she asked in alarm as she realised her father-in-law had shredded her t-shirt.
"This," he replied, tossing a new one from his bag. He had brought her a gift to see her in a tight fit. But she had already been wearing something similar.
As they opened the door, there stood Junho, his hand poised to knock on the door. The hotel seemed well air-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. She stood in front of him and the old man behind her as Junho and Giselle talked and laughed about something while her hands were busy patting away the rough hands of her father-in-law groping her ass cheeks from behind.
The old man smirked, seeing his thick load dripping down her inner thigh as it trailed down her leg to the floor. Well, he had decided to stay with them for two days. He had to make sure that she was properly bred in the two coming days.
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