Olga, a voluptuous woman of 45, had been feeling a void in her life that seemed to grow wider each day. Her marriage to George had become a mere formality, a hollow shell of what it once was. The last time they had made love was nearly two years ago, and the memory of it was fading like an old photograph left in the sun. She yearned for the touch of a man, the feel of a real cock inside her, stretching her in ways that George never could.
One sweltering afternoon, while wandering through the bustling market, Olga found herself drawn to a small, dimly lit shop. The scent of incense and exotic spices filled the air, and she felt a strange sense of anticipation. Behind the counter stood Ram, a distinguished Indian man with silver-streaked hair and a warm smile. He was 65, but his eyes held a youthful spark that made Olga's heart flutter.
Ram noticed her immediately, his gaze lingering on her curves. He had a reputation in the neighborhood, known for his charm and his impressive cock, a thick, 13-centimeter beast with a head that could make any woman's eyes water. He had a particular fondness for white women, and Olga was no exception.
As Olga browsed the shop, Ram struck up a conversation, his voice low and smooth. "You look like a woman who knows what she wants," he said, his eyes twinkling. Olga felt a shiver run down her spine, her pussy already dampening with anticipation.
She leaned against the counter, her blouse gaping slightly to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Maybe I do," she replied, her voice husky. "But I'm not sure I'll find it here."
Ram chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh, I think you will," he said, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "I think you will."
Olga felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse. She knew she should leave, that she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist. She wanted this, needed it.
Ram's hand trailed down her arm, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I can see why George hasn't been able to satisfy you."
Olga gasped, her eyes widening. "How did you—?"
Ram smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of her breast. "A man knows these things," he said. "And I know that you need a real man, a real cock."
Olga's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing with need. She knew she should stop this, that she was crossing a line, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted this, wanted him.
Ram's hand slipped beneath her blouse, his fingers finding her nipple and tweaking it gently. Olga moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her thigh.
"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," Ram murmured, his voice low and seductive. He led her to a small room at the back of the shop, a place where he often entertained his special clients.
Olga's heart was pounding as she followed him, her pussy dripping with anticipation. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist. She needed this, needed him.
Ram turned to her, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Olga moaned, her body arching towards him.
"Let's get you out of these clothes," Ram said, his voice husky. He quickly undressed her, his eyes roving over her naked body with appreciation. Olga felt a thrill of excitement, her pussy throbbing with need.
Ram's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Olga moaned, her body pressing against his.
Ram's hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He chuckled, his fingers sliding inside her. "You're so wet," he murmured. "You're ready for me."
Olga moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her thigh. She wanted it, needed it.
Ram's fingers slid out of her, his hand reaching for his cock. He stroked it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Olga watched, her breath hitching as she saw the size of him. He was thick, his cockhead a deep, dark red.
His moved towards her, his cock pressing against her entrance. Olga moaned, her body arching towards him. She could feel him, stretching her, filling her in ways that George never could.
His hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her. Olga moaned, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel every inch of him, his cockhead rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust.
Ram's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tweaking her nipples, his thumb pressing against her clit. Olga moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing with anticipation.
His thrusts became faster, harder, his cock pounding into her. Olga cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. She could feel him, his cock pulsing inside her, his hot cum filling her.
He collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with pleasure. Olga wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Olga knew that she had found what she was looking for. She had found a real man, a real cock, and she knew that she would never go back to the way things were before.
Ram looked at her, his eyes soft with satisfaction. "You're amazing," he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "I've never felt anything like that."