20-01-2019, 04:05 PM
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“Hi!” Dileep said. “Recognize me?”
Manisha nodded. “Yes, you are Veronica’s cousin. Right?”
“Very right.” Dileep appeared to be full of beans.
“Do come in.” Manisha said. After all formalities had to be taken care of.
Dileep stepped in the drawing room. He was a handsome looking man perhaps in his early thirties. He had on a white T shirt and blue denim jeans.
“Thanks. This is a nice place you have. Nice and cosy. Well, I have something for you that should please you.” He said. Immediately it struck to Manisha that this was the man who was in possession of those photographs. “ You have a nice body.” He said smiling.
Manisha blushed. “ Oh, that. It was just at the insistence of Veronica.”
“That’s okay. But you know, a photograph is just that. A photograph. And I see that you are not really overdressed. So how about showing me the real stuff?” he said.
“Sorry?” Manisha was not sure whether she had heard right.
“Come on, now. If you can strip in front of my cousin and the camera why not me?” he asked casually.
“Look, your cousin is a female.” Manisha replied patiently.
“That is all the more reason. She got no excitement from your stripping. I will. Now, please hurry. I have work to do.” Dileep sounded cool.
“ No.” Manisha said.
“Don’t tempt me. I have your photographs. Nude. With you bending!” He laughed. "No touching, just looking, and just the top OK?" Manisha was uneasy now. She knew that this man had trapped her.
"No way, Manisha. I want to feel your tits." He said frankly.
"But that's it, right. No more."
"Sure Manisha, whatever you say."
Manisha slowly untied the knot of her blouse while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the wooden cabinet behind her and took a deep breath. Dileep approached and pulled open the material gently with both hands. He could see the yellow bikini top she wore beneath and he brushed the backs of his hands through the material across the point of her breasts. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the blouse off. Manisha let her arms relax by her side and the blouse fell to the grass. She was gorgeous. Dileep now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the strings to the center of her cleavage and down her flat tummy.
"Nice pair of C's you got there, Manisha," he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple and pulling the bikini aside. "Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?"
"No, I'm fine here." She said but let herself be guided by Dileep to her knees. He shook off his sneakers and knelt in front of her. He reached around her back and pulled on the clasp of the bikini top to release it, then pulled the other and lifted it off her by the strings and stuffed it in his pocket. His hands slowly went up and down Manisha’s beautiful 28-year-old body, from the sides of her thighs up to cup both her breasts and massage them together. He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Manisha did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Dileep just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on to the sofa. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Dileep worked Manisha's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light chocolatish brown nipples a deep red. Manisha was breathing heavy now and squirming under Dileep trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.
Dileep moved his tongue from left to right tit and up to her throat and ears as well. He was getting a taste of every inch of her. When she tried to protest, he would bury her mouth with his and search out her tongue. She began to kiss him back and get her tongue into the action when his hand reached down and stroked her thigh giving a good squeeze. She reacted by lifting her knee, the only way she could move. Dileep quickly grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg up around him, giving him a great feel of the back of her thigh and her ass through her shorts. He made himself at home, feeling the entire length of her leg and reaching under her shorts to grope her ass through her bikini bottom.
Now Manisha could feel things getting out of control and she tried to slow it down.
"Dileep, come on.... A deals a deal, Dileep.... Come on. Stop it, please." Her voice was shaking and she fought to get loose one more time. He pushed her leg down flat and pinned it with his own. Then moved back up and returned to his tit work, diligently going left nipple to right nipple with both tongue and fingers. Manisha relaxed a little and didn't notice his hand drift down her stomach and pop open the fly on her shorts. Suddenly his hand thrust down the front of her shorts and began massaging her pussy through her bikini. Manisha lurched up but there was no where she could go. Dileep pushed her legs open some more and began roaming her crotch. She cursed her body because she knew he could feel her heat. "Dileep, please... stop it, please."
"OK Manisha, I've got a new deal for you," and he waited while still working her pussy, now with his fingers sliding under her bikini.
"What?" she finally asked.
"You let me pull off your shorts and I'll do whatever I like with you for the rest of the day." He laughed to himself, "How's that?"
"Dileep, no, come on now."
"Well," he said, "I really don't think you've got much of a choice." He sat up and pulled her knees together. Then holding her shorts at the waist began pulling them down. With her hands free now, Manisha tried to keep herself dressed.
"Wait a minute," she said as they wrestled over her crotch. "Wait a minute, Dileep."
"What is it?" He relaxed a little but still held the upper hand.
"OK, wait... I'll let you ..." she stopped to catch her breath, "I'll take off my shorts but you have to keep your pants on, OK?"
"That's it, That's your deal? I can still touch you anywhere I want if I keep my pants on?" He seemed unbelieving.
"Yeah, you can have my body if you keep your pants on," she couldn't believe what she was saying but, she had no choice, this might buy her some room.
Manisha nodded. “Yes, you are Veronica’s cousin. Right?”
“Very right.” Dileep appeared to be full of beans.
“Do come in.” Manisha said. After all formalities had to be taken care of.
Dileep stepped in the drawing room. He was a handsome looking man perhaps in his early thirties. He had on a white T shirt and blue denim jeans.
“Thanks. This is a nice place you have. Nice and cosy. Well, I have something for you that should please you.” He said. Immediately it struck to Manisha that this was the man who was in possession of those photographs. “ You have a nice body.” He said smiling.
Manisha blushed. “ Oh, that. It was just at the insistence of Veronica.”
“That’s okay. But you know, a photograph is just that. A photograph. And I see that you are not really overdressed. So how about showing me the real stuff?” he said.
“Sorry?” Manisha was not sure whether she had heard right.
“Come on, now. If you can strip in front of my cousin and the camera why not me?” he asked casually.
“Look, your cousin is a female.” Manisha replied patiently.
“That is all the more reason. She got no excitement from your stripping. I will. Now, please hurry. I have work to do.” Dileep sounded cool.
“ No.” Manisha said.
“Don’t tempt me. I have your photographs. Nude. With you bending!” He laughed. "No touching, just looking, and just the top OK?" Manisha was uneasy now. She knew that this man had trapped her.
"No way, Manisha. I want to feel your tits." He said frankly.
"But that's it, right. No more."
"Sure Manisha, whatever you say."
Manisha slowly untied the knot of her blouse while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the wooden cabinet behind her and took a deep breath. Dileep approached and pulled open the material gently with both hands. He could see the yellow bikini top she wore beneath and he brushed the backs of his hands through the material across the point of her breasts. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the blouse off. Manisha let her arms relax by her side and the blouse fell to the grass. She was gorgeous. Dileep now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the strings to the center of her cleavage and down her flat tummy.
"Nice pair of C's you got there, Manisha," he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple and pulling the bikini aside. "Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?"
"No, I'm fine here." She said but let herself be guided by Dileep to her knees. He shook off his sneakers and knelt in front of her. He reached around her back and pulled on the clasp of the bikini top to release it, then pulled the other and lifted it off her by the strings and stuffed it in his pocket. His hands slowly went up and down Manisha’s beautiful 28-year-old body, from the sides of her thighs up to cup both her breasts and massage them together. He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Manisha did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Dileep just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on to the sofa. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Dileep worked Manisha's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light chocolatish brown nipples a deep red. Manisha was breathing heavy now and squirming under Dileep trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.
Dileep moved his tongue from left to right tit and up to her throat and ears as well. He was getting a taste of every inch of her. When she tried to protest, he would bury her mouth with his and search out her tongue. She began to kiss him back and get her tongue into the action when his hand reached down and stroked her thigh giving a good squeeze. She reacted by lifting her knee, the only way she could move. Dileep quickly grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg up around him, giving him a great feel of the back of her thigh and her ass through her shorts. He made himself at home, feeling the entire length of her leg and reaching under her shorts to grope her ass through her bikini bottom.
Now Manisha could feel things getting out of control and she tried to slow it down.
"Dileep, come on.... A deals a deal, Dileep.... Come on. Stop it, please." Her voice was shaking and she fought to get loose one more time. He pushed her leg down flat and pinned it with his own. Then moved back up and returned to his tit work, diligently going left nipple to right nipple with both tongue and fingers. Manisha relaxed a little and didn't notice his hand drift down her stomach and pop open the fly on her shorts. Suddenly his hand thrust down the front of her shorts and began massaging her pussy through her bikini. Manisha lurched up but there was no where she could go. Dileep pushed her legs open some more and began roaming her crotch. She cursed her body because she knew he could feel her heat. "Dileep, please... stop it, please."
"OK Manisha, I've got a new deal for you," and he waited while still working her pussy, now with his fingers sliding under her bikini.
"What?" she finally asked.
"You let me pull off your shorts and I'll do whatever I like with you for the rest of the day." He laughed to himself, "How's that?"
"Dileep, no, come on now."
"Well," he said, "I really don't think you've got much of a choice." He sat up and pulled her knees together. Then holding her shorts at the waist began pulling them down. With her hands free now, Manisha tried to keep herself dressed.
"Wait a minute," she said as they wrestled over her crotch. "Wait a minute, Dileep."
"What is it?" He relaxed a little but still held the upper hand.
"OK, wait... I'll let you ..." she stopped to catch her breath, "I'll take off my shorts but you have to keep your pants on, OK?"
"That's it, That's your deal? I can still touch you anywhere I want if I keep my pants on?" He seemed unbelieving.
"Yeah, you can have my body if you keep your pants on," she couldn't believe what she was saying but, she had no choice, this might buy her some room.
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