01-01-2023, 12:08 AM
Richa took hardly 1/2 an hour to get washed, freshened up and dressed for the occasion after an intense morning fuck session. She took another 10 min to apply the makeup by standing in front of wardrobe Mirror. Gaurav ji was still present along with her while Sandesh had left to board his bosses and get the cars ready.
'Jara neat tayyari kar....swataha la changla sajav....Khan saheb la avadli pahije tu'
Get ready properly....U must decorate yourself well...Khan sir must like u at any cost' - intervened Gauravji when he saw her get up from her place.
Richa applied some more foundation and blush along with light Pink lipstick. She carried her small makeup kit everywhere she went to add last moment touch up.
“Unki choices kaisi hai? Matlab aapke jaise hi hai? (How does Mr. Khan enjoy it? Are his choices like yours?)”, this time my wife asked a question to Gaurav ji. It brought a smile on his face and that actually embarrassed Richa> and she lowered her gaze instantly. “Don’t worry! Let some of those be surprises. I think you can manage anything, won’t you?”, Gaurav ji commented with some level of sarcasm and Richa didn’t respond any further.
But the one thing that my wife wondered was- she was getting herself best prepared and dressed for some random Politician. Neither did she know him in person nor was there any indirect aquaintance b4. And that same man was supposed to like her without any prior rendezvous or conversation. Not only was he gonna like her. But she must convince him to screw her for Mr. Patil's benefit. That made her none other than a high class Prostitute. (Even they do it for monetary benefits) . "Ohh God ...What had Imran actually turned her into??.....But was she only his Slut OR was she his only Slut ?"
Kuch khane ko milega kya?...subeh se kuch nahi khaya....bohot bhuk lagi hai...asked my wife when her stomach contracted
Definitely...I understand u might be very hungry due to whole night's and morning's rigourous exercise. Dont worry...We'll stop at a nearby Dhaba to have some Parathas and Tea as breakfast.
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They left around 8:30 a.m. , with a 20 min halt at Local Dhaba to have b'fast, they still managed to arrive at the Wedding venue around 11:30 a.m. It was a far place from their village . Few of the relatives had already arrived.
The Pendal was installed on an open field. At the center was a 3 layer platformed Agni kund or Fire Altar. This is where the Bride and Groom were supposed to take rounds to perform the Pooja. On the center was a stage made with 2 chairs for Bride and Groom. Behind it were their respective names written.
Many Guests were seated on the chairs on either side of the platform. While the food stalls were arranged at the periphery of the Pendal. Richa met few of Mr. Patil's guests. They all were much older than her. But she greeted them all politely with courtesy. She was again introduced as Gaurav ji's fiancee. All of them used to give her blessings whenever she would bow to touch their feet.
Now was heard the sound of Drum Beats from some distance. The Bandsmen dressed in red British uniform were marching along with the groom on horse. They were playing all the wedding theme songs using Drums, Dhol, Shehnai and a musical Keyboard. This was the arrival of Varaat or Baarat ( Groom's side relatives along with him).
The men and women all were dancing behind the Baja party and moving ahead slowly. It was a proper desi Marathi Nach involving all villagers . Everyone seemed to be taking part enthusiastically and were in cheerful and jolly mood.
Gaurav ji was called upon by few of his cousin brother's to come and join him. He could'nt resist himself at the Beats of those Tune. He came along shaking his shoulders with raised arms and also pulled Richa along with him . They joined the main dancing crowd at the center and began shaking their bodies arbitrarily. Richa not being any professional dancer tried to copy their moves and began with some Thumke ( giving jerks by her side waist ). She looked sexy even while dancing normally. Then she would hold her hands in front and raise them with alternate foot movement back and forth to perform the 'Lejhim' dance step.
The men were suprized seeing her learn their local steps so quickly. They paused and created a room for her to dance solo. Richa continued along with few of natural Bollywood dance steps or Bhangra until she was exhausted and also the music stopped.
Mr Patil came in with a bundle of 500Rs notes and encircled it over her head and fluttered up all one by one over by kneeling down. It resembled as if she was a top class hired 'Nachaniya' or Dancer and he was 'Maharaja' or King ready to spend all his wealth over her impressed moves. This money was then given to the Bandsmen for their efforts in playing the Music and asking them to play with more vigour and energy.
The music kept on playing until the groom reached the entrance of Pendal. Now he climbed down from the horse and also began dancing along with his friends. Then he was escorted to the center of the Pendal to take blessing of his In laws.
Now came the beautiful Bride shyly along with her female friends who managed her long wedding dress. She looked much pretty in the Red saree and various ornaments. Both were made to sit together and the ceremony proceeded.
All the mantras were enchanted for next 40 min . The guests were given Akshada (uncooked rice) . It's considered as a holy grain and is used to throw at every interval during SHUBHA MANGALA SAAVDHAAN. Finally it was over when declared ' VIVAAH SAMPOORNA ZALA'. The kids rushed towards the snacks stall while some guests began coming in pairs to offer blessings to bride and groom. Overall it was a perfect function.
Richa saw Mr Patil time and again look at his wrist-watch. He was definitely waiting for Khan saahab's arrival. It was around 2 O' Clock and still there was no sign of his arrival. He asked Shambharkar and Kumre to call him up once again and check his position status. The men consoled him for being impatient and assured him Khan sahab's arrival soon.
They were proven true as 2 huge black SUVs rushed into the car parking along with a white bulletproof modern Ambassador with Red Beacon on top and curtains inside the window panes. This was none other than Mr Khan's convoy. Being an ex- minister he was given a top level security by central govt.
1st came out 3 bodyguards with black suit and sun glasses. They inspected the vicinity and one of them opened his car's door after checking everything is safe in surrounding. Then landed the right foot of Khan saaheb himself. Now he was standing and came into complete view of everyone.
Richa could see him to be a 70+ aged man. He talled upto 6 feet 4 inch in height and was also a healthy person with some belly fat accumulated. He was a Bald man who kept a long dark orange beard that reached upto his upper chest. His face had dark brown lips and some wrinkles on cheeks and no moustache .
Both Kumre and Shambharkar immediately rushed to welcome him. They welcomed him with a flower garland.
Mr Patil approached to have a small talk with him but was sidelined by the security men. He was busy on his mobile phone while walking. His attention was caught by Richa standing beside Gaurav ji and Mr Patil. Only then he called Mr Patil to have a conversation.
Mr Patil patted Richa for good job of being his eye candy b4 going towards him and thanked him for attending his Nephew's wedding inspite of having a busy schedule. He then escorted him towards the Bride and Groom who were seated on Chairs kept over stage platform.
The Bride and Groom together bent to take his blessing but he stopped them midway and gave a hug to show his love towards them. Then he congratulated both of them for their future and also gifted them an envelope of 1L Rs check. Yeah he was definitely a rich and powerfull personality.
Then they all took him towards the lunch table. There Mr Patil and Khan saahab discussed few important business related stuffs for 10-15 min. Everyone was standing away and noone could here whats going on. Richa tried to read lips of Mr Patil who seemed to explain him many points by hand gestures but she was unsuccessfull in deciphering it. At one point she could see Khan saahab staring at her and not at all interested in bullshit which Patil was all talking about
Finally after 20 odd minutes of negotiations their talks were winded up with hand-shakes. It became clear that the deal was made. Now Mr Khan was going to have lunch. Richa was chosen to fill up his plate and serve him.
She gathered all the food items from the buffet and presented in front of him nicely in a Plate. Mr Khan liked the aroma of food along with that of my wife's. Yes Richa had a sweet womanly odour which no man can resist inhaling. It was emancipating due to the amalgamation of sweat caused by Dancing and fragnant deodrant which she sprayed all over her body b4 leaving.
As Richa advanced the plate towards Khan Sahab. He grabbed her wrist and made her sit beside along on the adjacent chair and give him company while having his meal. Richa didn't want to disappoint him and sat obediently.
He started the conversation casually by asking her name, place, relatives etc. Richa herself introduced in a proper manner as Gaurav ji's Fiancee and Patil Family's daugher in law. She was given instructions b4hand itself.
Khan sahab had a suspicion from the very beginning that she's lying as her language was different from the locals. Moreover her skin colour was much brighter than any of the village girls. Plus she seemed to be a sophisticated and mature 30+ lady with manners.
He could definitely come to the conclusion that she belonged to proper urban city and was already married.
"So why didn't u bring ur real husband along with U? " - his sudden qstn bombarded from nowhere.
"Errr Sir...I mean Gaurav ji...Gaurav is with me here itself...Do u wanna meet him?...she pointed towards Gaurav ji....but he remained still as instructed by Patil and Kumre "
"Gaurav Ji ? ...Ji...seriously ?..U told that u aren't even married yet...and still u've started calling ur future husband ji ? "
"Ohh sir...I mean...We....we...usually respect our counterparts." - managed Richa somehow. She somehow wanted to end this conversation and escape from getting caught in the trapped
"U should....Even all my wiveS respect me a lot"(mark the plurals)
Richa was somewhat suprized when he mentioned about his many wives (though he didn't give an exact figure). But Mr Shambharkar came in to rescue her.
Leave the girl sir....Lets focus on these electoral bonds and constituency representatives.
"Mr Khan stopped him from continuing further but asked him to reveal her identity or else he'll cancel the deal and wont nomini Mr Patil's name . and he continued finishing his meal really fast"
After gauging the heat of the moment , my poor wife looked at Mr Patil and Gaurav ji , having no option left , she gave up. She revealed her true identity as my (BHARAT'S) wife who works in XXXXXXX company and resides at XXXXX town. and is here just for having some fun and attent the wedding ceremony. It was Gaurav ji's idea to bring her here as his fiancee. But she too supported it and went ahead with the same.
"Nice...So I was correct...It wont be wrong if I say u cheating your husband and having an Extra marritial affair with Patil's nephew."
Richa meekly nodded...unable meet his gaze
"Answer me clearly slut...Or else I'll reveal ur true identity in front of everyone."- barked Khan sahab.
Totally lost of words Richa was dumb struck. She had nothing to utter in front of this dominant man. But again Mr Kumre came to rescue her this time from the situation.
"Jau dya na Khan saheb...Tumhala aavadli ka hi....? Jugaad karu ka tumcha icha sobat 1 ratri sathi.....Aamhi pan sadhya kahi kela nahi ahe" - kumre
(Leave it Khan sir.....Do u like her ...? Shall I arrange her for u for 1 night....? Until now, even we haven't touched her yet) - lied Kumre openly
"Ekda chav tar gheun bagha sabeh...nirash nahi vhal tumhi...yachi khatri me gheto"
(Taste her once sir...you wont regret at all...I assure u myself)
"Ho ka...Pathava mag ka bai la Waadya war aaj sayandyakali..!!" - Khan sahab agreed
"Bas mag...Tumhi jasa mhanale manje tasa kaam zala....faqt Patil la election ticket deun dya...manje bara houn jate "
Ticket milna kathin ahe re....karan samor cha vipakshi ummedwaar ekdum majboot ahe....ani ekda seat jinkay chi tar apla manus pan damdaar hava ki nahi.
Disappointed Mr Patil had no words to say....Khan sahab saw his face disappointed. But to cheer up his mood in his own family function. Khan sahab gave an assurance that he'll look after it and will think of reconsidering the offer by tomorrow.
Until then Richa was supposed to remain with him and serve him sexually. Shambharkar added - "Take ur time Khan sahab....The woman is all yours....But remember 1 thing...even our Mr Patil is strong contendor as well. He has a strong ground holding with huge public fame and trust...He'll definitely bring victory to our party."
He nodded after his lunch was completed along with Shambharkar's last statement.
Then Khan saheb began to leave the place as he had another important meeting with his party members within next few hours. Before leaving he gave his visiting card to Mr Patil while winking at Richa...He loudly uttered see u in the evening Whore.
And he was finally gone with his cavalcade. Mr Patil was little bit relieved after he was gone and meeting. But still wasn't fully sure of getting party ticket. It now depended totally on Richa to get him win the ticket. The probability was directly proportional to amount of happiness and satisfaction he can milk out from my wife.
The function winded up by 4pm and everyone headed back to their home.
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Around evening 7'O' clock. Richa was brought and deported to Khan saahab's spacious villa. Along with her were other men as well. But they were in different room while Richa was locked into Khan sahab's personal master bedroom.
Came in Khan sahab after attending the party meeting . "Haa so here u are. " - he exhaled tiringly while removing his shirt to get into attached washroom to get fresh.
Richa prepared herself one last time by looking at the adjacent mirror before he again reappears. She adjusted her hair and brought a sexy submissive look on her face.
“You do sleep with Patil n Gaurav regularly, right?”
Khan spilled the beans as he moved to face her and detached her pallu. He placed his palm under her chin and made her face him to answer. Richa didn’t answer directly but lowered her gaze. He enjoyed her discomfort as his hand grabbed one of Rricha's melons and pressed it. “Ouuuhhh”, my wife moaned as he increased the force and her body contracted. She noticed his aggression growing as he conquered both her breasts and started thrashing and squeezing them hard. He wasn’t rough yet but there was tremendous lust in it. He lowered on her and started kissing her wildly.
They were nasty and sloppy kisses as he explored her mouth deep and wide. Richa was already getting warmed up as she voluntarily placed her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He enjoyed her support and started kissing her cherries and bosom over the fabric. He didn’t unhook her blouse but instead moved down to her naval. Richa had Khan sahab already explored her naval and she was aware of men’s fascination to naval so she started breathing harder to tease him further with the movement of her stomach as if she was super excited.
It worked as Khan sahab started pinching her stomach and waist and kissing her naval before exploring it deeper with his tongue. His lust was increasing as he soon started biting her stomach and waist and pressing her boobs harder. When Khan broke for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Richa in a vulnerable position with her arms stretched outright above her head and her bosom totally exposed to him with closed eyes and heaving breathing. He smiled to himself knowing that she was well under his control.
“You didn’t answer me earlier! You fuck him regularly, don’t you?” he repeated his question.
Richa smiled this time suggestively as if to affirm his doubt although it wasn’t completely true. But Mr. Khan enjoyed it smelling as his victory as he extended his hand to take my wife off the sofa and towards the bed. Richa grabbed his hand and raised herself slowly as if being walked towards the bedroom by her lover. He was quite gentle as he placed his arm around her waist while her saree remained palluless.
As they approached the bed, he placed his other hand on the plates of my wife’s saree that were tucked. He gently pulled the tucking out dislodging her saree wrap. Richa moved into circles in filmy style letting him unwrap the saree while holding her other hand over her head. He bent down again to kiss her naval and tummy as my wife stood only in her blouse and petticoat in front of her new man. This time he moved up quickly and planted kisses over the blouse on her breasts before smooching her once again. This was turning into a nice lovemaking and surprisingly Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable as she kept playing along. Khan turned her around as he kissed her back and shoulders again and this time grabbing her tits and also proceeding to unhook her blouse.
He was thankfully quite gentle with her clothes as her saree and blouse were soon lying on the bed but weren’t torn apart.Richa was turned again as Khan buried himself into her cleavage exposed with her cupped bra. He kept sniffing and kissing her while his hands were holding and grabbing her waist, stomach, back and gradually moving down to her buttocks as well. The television was still playing those raunchy and naughty north Indian songs but Mr. Khan was totally engaged in Richa as she soon lost her bra and her jugs were exposed to him. They didn’t realize Richa's phone ringing as Mr. Khan was completely drowned in sucking and licking her beautiful and round breasts and hard nipples.
Richa didn’t intervene or stop him to bring the phone near her ear, although she knew from the ringtone that it was me. She tried to answer it as soon as possible and not show 'Hubby Bharat' flashing over screen.
"Imran sent her over there", this much was known to me and "Mr. Patil wanting her with his friends and bosses anyways"; this was to be concluded automatically ”,
My wife calculated the risk of answering her husband lying in laps of stranger over bed . She thought it was worth taking the risk as she helped him burry himself completely into her jugs and enjoy them fullest. The man was totally engrossed with the size, firmness (and softness) and colour of my wife’s breasts and attacked like a hungry predator.
He was much gentle though as he kept sucking them long and kissing and licking her nips to fullest. Richa slowly adjusted herself against the royal cushion of the sofa armrest while Khan was all over her. She silently picked up the phone
"Hello Darling...How are you?...There was no text/call from your side...Are u Okay...When will u be back?"
"Yes dear...I m good...Actually I was bit busy since we arrived....I m stil with someone (winked eye)...I was going to call u tonight but....didn't get time to do so...Plz take care of yourself...I'll be back by 1-2 days...Love u sweet heart...See u then bye-bye..!!!"
"Waah...Prem navra shi....ani Chudai Dusrya shi....kay ga aaj kal chi hi peedi"
Woww...Love with husband ....and Fuck with others....Oh god...what has happened to this generation - remarked Khan sahab
Richa expected and noticed a distinct change in Khan’s aggression level. Her mouth opened automatically as his fingers approach her lips and pinched them roughly. She was fisted regularly by all her men and she encouraged Khan sahab on the same line. He appreciated her eagerness but didn’t push his fist inside her mouth and instead kept rubbing and pinching both her lips. He did exactly what Richa was scared about.
He delayed his reaction and instead waited for her to speak or react. Now, Richa has confessed this to me multiple times that she doesn’t mind her men going extra rough but finds it difficult to strike conversations in such vulnerable situations. And, she is not an introvert who avoids conversations; she is well read and confident. But when she finds herself in such situations, her submissiveness kicks in and she finds herself completed subdued.
In other words, she finds it hard to accept that she enjoys being treated rough but finds it further enticing when men make her admit it. Her soft spot has been exploited multiple times by all her men. This time she was facing the dilemma again in front of her new man. Khan sahab simply stopped sucking her chest and instead sat down on the sofa adjacent to her while she was facing him.
“Is that really true? What have you done with him?”, finally the question was put to her. Richa didn’t answer and lowered her gaze but Khan didn’t seem to be backing out.
“Come on, face me and speak! SLUT ”, Khan started the interrogation. Richa's nervousness grew in leaps and bounds as she noticed him determined to extract information. He stretched his hand and pulled her chin up so she couldn’t even avoid looking at him. “I need all details, quick!”
“Nothing much Sahab..I mean Khan sir! At times I have slept with Mr. Patil while my hubby was away! He enjoys being a rough man as well. So, on one of the occasions, he made me lick his body as such!”, my wife provided some details that brought a wry smile on him.
“I understand Whore's like u sleeping around! I’m damn sure he has enjoyed your body a lot! But licking the ass? seriously? I mean, did he force you or you volunteered? Are you someone enjoying the filth?”, the interrogation continued as Mr. Khan asked pointed questions. He fidgeted with his member as he spoke indicating his unrest due to growing member. Richa wondered if he also had the same kinky taste or would he be rough, or would he just grind over! Hearing Mr. Patil’s words, she expected him to be on the kinky side and not rough as he was quite gentle until the phone call revealed her open cheating.
“Let me strip you completely first!”, Mr. Khan interrupted before Richa's response and led her stand up to unwrap her remaining clothes. It didn’t take him any time to strip her completely as my wife sat down reluctantly, covering her womanhood in naked state with just her Blue necklace and golden bangles on her. Mr. Khan stretched his arm and grabbed a nip and started playing gently as he continued interrogation.
“Alright! Tell me now how the ass licking went?” he put the straight question. Richa tried seducing him by pushing her hands behind her back, adjusting her hairs and thus protruding her breasts out towards him. He liked it and grabbed both her melons but didn’t bury himself into them and instead continued. “Tell me quick!”
“In meetings, after Patil ji banged me hard we proceeded to take a bath together. While we were in his bathtub, there was a bottle of chocolate syrup nearby. Patil Sir picked it up and sprayed on my body and started licking it off. In the passionate moments, I also put some on his chest and started reciprocating. He loved it a lot and I kept playing along. But it soon turned kinky as he put the syrup on his member first and then all over his groin. Before I realize I found him smothering my face with his groin first and then slowly with his bums.
He was so much turned on that I didn’t feel like protesting although it was too filthy and instead continued licking him as he liked. Another couple of minutes and he put some on his ass crack followed by inside. He looked up to me and I had no courage to reject his offer. That set the trigger!”, my wife clarified in one shot and then stopped. She couldn’t face him anymore and looked down breathing heavily. She was expecting (or rather hoping) that he would attack her at least now knowing her dark secrets. But nothing of that sort happened as Khan remained quiet but kept pressing her breasts softly.
“WHACK!”, a strong slap followed the minute of silence. "CONTINUE MOTHERFUCKER" - he roared
“It started as one time but then Patil Sir enjoy doing nasty things! I have been regularly licking his body. He enjoys being dirty as well as daring! I have been used in the office, his house, in a taxi and also at my place multiple times. And he also loves sharing me with his friends!”, my wife didn’t hold much back this time.
"SLAP..I knew u were definitely a high class prostitute"
The stance changed a bit though as Khan sahab took her on his lap and pulled her mouth to kiss on her lips. Richa saw the opportunity and offered him full mouth, letting him explore her tongue and feed her his saliva. Mr. Khan enjoyed that sloppy kissing as he kept pressing her tits alternately. He was now confidently and aggressively pulling or pushing my wife as if she was his paid meal.Richa exhibited no resistance that led to increased aggression on his part as he stuffed her mouth and then kept smooching her hard and licking her face until her face looked messed.
He wasn’t exactly spitting it out, but the effect was similar and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was made to taste a new saliva. She remained completely polite but was startled a bit when Mr. Khan lifted her up and threw on the edge of the bed. There was nothing to hide from him as Mr. Khan spread her legs towards the edge of the bed as if to penetrate her. He positioned himself between her legs, placed her hands on the side and rested her head on a thick pillow. She was in a perfect position to start banging but Khan was in his shorts and tee. Richa was glad to see him get rid of tee although he was quite hairy. But he didn’t pull his shorts down immediately.
“SLAP”, this time he targeted Richa's lower lips and womanhood as he repeated his question. “So, how many men have been here?” he repeated as if pointing towards her opening. A series of gentle SLAPs followed seeing no response form my wife. “Other than Patil Sir, his friends and hopefully your husband! Who else?” the question was repeated one more time. And this time her clit was punctured and pinched. Richa shivered in pain and excitement and her body jerked instantly.
“Oh gosh! Please, aaaaaahhhhhh”, my wife moaned at that teasing and Khan enjoyed it. The intensity increased, and the teasing soon turned somewhat painful but Richa kept her lips sealed. When Richa didn’t answer after few more pinches, Mr. Khan changed his approach. He lifted her legs and brought them together and then blasted those with his hands. A series of 7-8 strong SLAPs on either side brought a good moaning of my wife as she jerked in pain. Mr. Khan had a good solid and firm hand and he explored a good amount of her flesh on the bum cheeks.
“I don’t like repeating the questions or being ignored!...Is that understood? ” he announced.
And he didn’t wait for Richa to respond or react. He went on blasting her bums and lower thighs with another series of 7-8 strong SLAPs.Richa's concern grew as he didn’t wait even after those and spread her legs again to start twisting and pinching her clit and lower lips. He wasn’t any gentle now and those pinches/twists were meant to cause pain than excitement. Even Richa couldn’t absorb all the pain and whimpered a few times but kept mum.
Khan sahab looked up once before moving himself closer to bed and started tormenting her breasts and nipples. Richa wondered if he would ask her again or just keep tearing. He was extremely rough towards her chest; as he pinched her nips real hard, squeezed her melons unequally, twisted them and eventually tried lifting her using nipples. Richa resisted a bit this time but he threw her arms away and started repeating. BANG! A strong slap on the face really moved her upside down when she tried resisting again!
“A couple of men from our colony! Other than Patil Sir and his friends and staff!”,Richa> knew she cannot stop Mr. Khan until she answers his question. He was like a sadist; much different than Patil Sir or even Imran
Chhey.!!!..Chaayla..!!!!..Changli maazleli Raand nighali tu tar..!!!.khup sare laude ghaatle ahe aat madhe.- remarked Khan sahab seeing the score of number of men who had goaled i her.
“Chal ga randwe! Ya baju chya room madhe ye! (Come on you bitch! Let’s move to this (adjacent) room!)”, saying this Mr. Khan literally grabbed her pony and dragged her along. They entered the other bedroom and her shut the door behind him.
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP!
My wife received a series of 7-8 strong slaps across both her cheeks. She was kicked and pushed on the sofa such that her legs were still on the floor and torso resting on the cushioned hand rest crushing her breasts against the cushion. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! A series of hard slaps met her round buttocks turning them reddish instantly.
“Tond ughad bhadve! (Open the mouth, you slut!)”, she was commanded as he turned her around and spat all over her face and into her mouth. A few globes of his saliva hit her eyes, her forehead and some directly into her mouth. She didn’t object even once and gulped down everything she could, but his aggression had barely died down. When he pulled out his leather belt, Richa didn’t expect him to be any kind and prepared herself for some intense beating. And he didn’t prove her wrong. He was rough as a sadist when he started off not giving her any warning before belting her violently. His very first shot cut across Richa’s melons and she cried a loud in pain.
But before it subsided, she was showered with few more, very strong, mean and painful blows across her upper body spanning over her shoulders, arms, breasts, and her back! She could feel tears building in her eyes but somehow held herself up! He gave her a couple of minutes to comfort herself; but that barely helped as she was commanded next to start in the center of room with her legs spread wide and hands on the head. She was literally shivering in pain when Khan Sir took couple of rounds around her with the belt still in his hands.
Richa's muscle would contract every time he would be behind her, touching the belt on her bums. He was literally teasing her with the uncertainty factor as he deliberately took time before blasting the first stroke. And it was directed across the inner thighs as my wife expected! She literally jumped in pain but more followed as she resumed her position. Khan sahab blasted her flesh with some nasty and mighty blows of the leather belt targeting various areas of her body. His first round included her thighs, both bums, legs before he moved up again focusing her back, shoulders, arms and chest.Richa's fair skin had turned completely reddish when he stopped!
“Chal bathroom madhe! (Come over to the bathroom!)”, my wife was commanded as soon as the beating was over.
Richa walked behind him rubbing her body as much to comfort herself. She was forced to sit on her knees against the toilet and sprayed with water from the jet spree. “Open your mouth!”, she was commanded as he sprayed the water in her mouth and on her face.
“Gargle and clean properly!”, the next command followed as my wife found her face buried in the toilet and flushed. He allowed her to pull out for a few seconds to grab her breath and then again pushed in and this time secured down with his feet. My poor wife struggled immensely as Khan sahab flushed almost 3-4 times back to back giving her only 5-10 seconds to breath. She was a mess when he pulled her face out of the toilet and asked her to wash it properly. Richa used as much of tooth paste and mouth freshener as possible before jumping into the shower.
This was her second time inside few hours and with two different men. But while she had a gentle bath with Mr. Khan made her dance under the boiling hot water of the shower. She was shown mercy after about 4-5 minutes of hot water treatment when Khan sahabwent closer and started sucking her breasts and nipples.
Richa's freshly washed body is a treat and he enjoyed licking, kissing and sucking her as much he could. She was kissed open mouth and he fed her a good amount of saliva while biting on her lips multiple times. There was absolutely no resistance as he kissed her shoulders, neck, her cleavage and even the naval and arms. He removed his shirt and my wife voluntarily started kissing his hairy chest and sucked his nipples.
She didn’t disappoint him when he raised his arms and made her kiss and lick his armpits. That extreme servitude of her fueled his shaft as he threw his pants and boxers away and readied himself. The penetration was just a formality as Richa was placed on the toilet seat once again and Khan sahab adjusted his height in front of her. His shaft soon disappeared in my wife’s tunnel as he started pumping her slowly. They kissed and smooched each other like lovers and my wife cupped her breasts for Khan Sir to grab and maul.
He reciprocated happily and mauled those beautiful tits for nth time in the day. His member had gained maximum erection and a touch of his finger on my wife’s clit followed by her mouth had made her enough wet. The sound of his thighs thumping against her was erotic and both enjoyed the short encounter standing there. It didn’t last too long as Khan sahab ejaculated inside my wife’s tunnel and then got himself dried up using her mouth.
“Get me a glass of Water! And off course if you need something yourself!” Mr. Khan broke the silence after spending a good five minutes into his phone.
He had turned on the television and mostly surfed through news and sports channel.RIcha had left very little distance while sitting beside him on the sofa and although it was just two of them in the room, he barely touched her. He made a couple of calls (probably to his family) and then checked some more mails or messages on the phone before keeping it beside. Richa put her phone down almost instantly when he did.
He smiled and acknowledged her attentiveness. She was expecting him to jump on her anytime and was prepared herself. But he kept talking some random stuff and watching television for some more time. After waiting for a good 5-10 minutes, Richa excused herself on the pretext of arranging the bedsheet
She sought his permission to change into something comfortable. She was allowed to wear her undergarments ,still exposing most of the body parts and provided time to arrange the pillows. It wasn’t a lot of work and my wife returned to where Mr. Khan was sitting in about 5 minutes. She was now into her bra and panty covered using the Satin robe over it.
Hey ...Hey...Hey...? Who told u to wear that Robe..? Remove it right now . Do u think its over slut ? “We are not done yet!”,
She immediately took it off threw in the air behind her back. Mr Khan again shifted his attention back to his mobile
Mr. khan frowned at my wife when she was caught sleepy with some yawning due to sitting idle. She almost shortened her yawn and affirmatively smiled towards him .
Seems like u need to be taught a lesson slut. I m observing from past few minutes that U r not showing any interest. Are u gonna find another customer on roadside at this midnight...ha u prostitute?
Richa was frightened sensing his anger and more afraid of his future intentions of what he would be doing with her entire night. She had already committed 2 major mistakes -
1) Wore a Robe to cover her body
2) Yawned in front of him
She understood seeing his cheerful mood change that -' Punishment was inevitable ''
He kept his iphone aside and stood up , gave a straight forward and stern order - Bed war let ulti...Maan baher khali kadhun
Get laid over the bed on your back...leave ur neck out downwards.
Richa took the stance as directed. Her body was lying over the bed except her neck and head. They were free in air and hanging down from the edge of the Bed.
Khan saahab came near her face and brought his flaccid dick near her . He made her sniff it nicely , she smelled its dirty pungent aroma . Then he made her lick its sides using her tongue nicely to get it all wet and shine with her saliva. Finally when he was convinced that it was all ready to go into her mouth. He thrusted it deep.
Richa was totally unprepared for this sudden attack. She coughed a little but managed to keep his entire dick into her mouth upside down. Mr Khan got to enjoy my beautiful wife's oral service. He used it extremely well to his own benefit. He was giving alternate strokes as and when he felt. While his hands were busy mauling her boobs from top.
She was getting chocked when he entangled her neck by applying pressure using his knee. But still kept his cock submerged into her mouth. It was growning in size like a balloon getting inflated.
Once it grew to its full length, Richa was finding it difficult to accomodate. Mr Khan was definitely gaining maximum pleasure seeing her struggle. He began face fucking her. Each time he would insert his rod into her cavity. Richa would shriek and tears would flow down from the corner of her eyes. That was really an erotic and once in a million moment. Not every man gets the oppurtunity to witness it . But Khan saahab was exceptional.
After 7-8 min of nice reverse blowjob and face fucking he ordered her - " Ubhi Raha...Pay durr pasrav , raande " Stand up bitch... Spread your legs, raandi." he commanded in an authoritative voice.
As a top class politician, ex-minister & multi-millionaire businessman, he was someone who was used to being obeyed at once. If anything went against his wish, he would crack down really hard and make sure that other person gets proper treatment
"Yes, Sir." My wife Richa complied immediately. Richa, being a regular fit woman, had great, shapely legs that she now spread obediently. If being called a prostitute, or "raandi", disturbed her, she never showed it. Mr. Khan climbed on top of her and positioned himself. With a grunt, he plunged into her.
"Oh! Oh!" My wife Richa's mouth shaped into a round "O" as my boss pushed his giant cock deep into her.
"Aai chya gaavat..kay kasleli fuddi ani gand ahe .tu tar ekdum jabardast kutri ahe ga
" Fuck! You are a great Kutiya, you Bitch!" "What a tight cunt and ass you have, Slut." Mr.Khan told her.
"OOOOH!! UNGGHHH!!" Richa grunted as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her cavity. "Th-th--thank you ... Khan saaheb."
He rocked to and fro against my dear wife,. Anger, jealousy, vengefulness -- that's what you would think a man would feel is he ever saw his dear wife get taken -- get fucked --by another man. And yet here I was, miles apart isolated in my own home far away, imagining Richa cuckold me yet again, and feeling myself getting aroused.
She arched her back, her eyes now shut, and clearly she was in the throes of yet another orgasm. He continued to hump her.
"Oh. My. God." Richa panted as Mr. Khan continued to pummel her. "Oh, Saahab ji! Your cock ... it's so deep in me. No one has ever fucked me the way you do, Sahab jee!"
"Ha!" Mr. Khan laughed and taunted . "Not even your real husband ? "
"Mmmm ..." Richa hesitated mockingly. Ever the dutiful wife, she didn't want to put me down. Mr. Khan simply raised his hand and calmly, powerfully, struck her cheek. Twice.
SLAP! SLAP!
"Answer me, slut," Mr. Khan hissed, "Or I will pull out now, lundchoos!"
"No! No! Sahab jee! Please don't!" Richa panted. "Yes, Saheb jee! My husband doesn't fill me up like you are doing. He never did, Saheb jee!"
"Yes!" Mr. Khan grunted. "You are a first class whore, Richa darling. All you just needed to spend some quality time with a real man who knows how to fuck you right and make you moan and cum like the raandi that you are."
"Aaaaah. Aaaaah.
UNGHH!! UNGHH!!
Yes,Sahab jee!
AAAAH! UNGHH!!"
SLAP! SLAP!
Mr. Khan slapped her again. Hard.
"Next time, Randi," He said, "Don't ever think of defying my orders or delay in answering my question . U must always be attentive for ur masters"
"Yes, Sahab jee. I am sorry, Sahab jee."
SLAP!
SLAP!
And one more thing. Don't call me Saahab jee, even though I m your and every one present here's saahab (master) . But I like being called by people as Huzur (King)
Is that understood.
"Jee Saahab..Errr"
SMACK...!! SMACK...!! SMACK...!!
What did u just say. Aren't u understanding my order. Or shall I teach u another lesson
"Sorry Saahab...I mean Huzur...Sorry Huzur"
He-he-he...I'll take that one, but from this moment onwards u must be attentive and address me as Huzur.
"Jee Huzur"-responded Richa correcting her earlier mistakes and glorifying Mr Khan's male ego.
"Get ready, slut." He harshly barked at her. "I am going to cum."
"Yes, Huzur." Ever the dutiful slut, She readied herself as Mr. Khan's buttocks tightened in anticipation of his climax. His back clenched, and his face contorted as he started to dump his virile seed into my wife. Yet another man pumped his semen into my wife's nether regions. he had lost count of the number of men who had fucked her bareback by now.
Even after he came (and came and came) into her unprotected womb, Mr. Khan just remained inside her, entrenched, and continued to kiss and caress her. Richa too continued to hug and return his smooches and let him play with her milky breasts until he was hard again. Clearly he wasn't finished with her, and wouldn't be for a long time.
Soon, ten minutes later, he was hard again! He switched positions so that he was now on the bottom and Richa was riding him like a cowgirl.
His hands reached up to play with her full-size tits. Richa was impaled on his huge spear and one could see that she loved it. Her pink nipples were hard and erect, there was a light sweat on her brow, and her breathing was fast and shallow.
He was getting ready to cum again. He pinched her nipples, and obediently Richa opened her mouth and leaned forward, letting her Master French kiss her and poke his tongue into her. With a deep, throaty groan he started to empty his balls into my wife, filling her with yet another load.
You would never think he was a seventy year old man who had a granddaughter her age. Standing tall a few inches away from her
Everyone used to call him "Waalid saahab or Abba Huzur" out of respect. This is also standard practice where you call your godfather "Waalid" or 'Dad'
Mr. Khan had picked Richa up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.
he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. one can tell that my wife was still very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Richa actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. one could see a huge bulge in Mr. Khan's crotch area.
Richa's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Khan's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her top, Mr. Khan smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Richa back on the bed, away from his lap, and stood up. Richa's eyes were now transfixed on his huge circumcised Appendage. Mr. Khan held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. They were full of pubic hair. His penis was a monster and this became the source of his extreme confidence and arrogance.
"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."
"Yes, Huzur.
Mr. Khan had clearly imagined in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not an attempt of protest from Richa. It was undistinguishable authority and the power of his cock!
"Chal suru kar Zavade, Lazu nako...Sparsh kar tyala"
"Go ahead, slut., dont be shy" Mr. Khan turned to my wife. "Touch it."
He was already addressing her as a slut and whore, and she didn't seem to mind in the slightest!
"Khara sangu tula...Baika jama karne madhe vegdi.ch maja ahe ....Khaskar dusryan chya vivahit baika...naazuk ani jawani ne bharlelya...".."Tyanna zavun ekdum man prafullit houn jato me"..."Jya veli tyanche navre apli Gand ghasavtat....changlya bhavishya sathi...tyach kshani vartamana che sukh visrun jatat"...Pan bilkul kalji cha vishay nahi....." amchya sarkhe kadak purush hi javabdari aplya khande war ghetat..swataha houn...ani tyanchya baikon na kadak thokun kadhto" - laughed Mr Khan praising himself by his own words of mouth
"Wives are so nice to collect -- other men's young and tender wives." Mr. Khan laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands keep grinding their asses day in an out.... All they keep on doing is to have a better future, but forget to live and enjoy the present...No worries,... men like us take this responsibility on their shoulders voluntarily. and fuck their sweet wives really hard "
"Neat paha aplya kade saali...bilkul bharlelya aanga chi ahe tu...te pan ekdum uchit thikane "
"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the appropriate places, babe!"
a couple of smacks were heard to her bum again, and then ... silence.
"Damn!" . He must have been groping Richaa now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.
Asli ahet ka he ?
"Are these real?"
She just nod and grin as Khan sahab continued to suck on her areolas.
"Tujya Bablyan cha aakar kiti sangitla hota tu?"
"What size are they(boobs) again, Richaa?"
"Um ... 32DD I think, Huzur?"
"Damn! They are much larger than 32 DD, Richa. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest.. You are much, much, much larger, Richa. What fucking breasts you have -- they are giant melons!"
"Er, thank you Huzur."
"Tuza navra khup Nashibvaan tharla..tu milali tyala...pan kay karnar bichara....to pan ekdum dhila nighala...Tujya sarkhya Bai la tabyat nahi thue shakla ekdum assal lavda pahije garmi kadhayla"
"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy . He couldn't keep a contol on u, You need a real cock in your choot."
"Er ... Ho, Huzur."
Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Richa was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at her master's mouth, and one could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door. She would sometime eat his thick breard or get her face burried into that dirty orange bush
"Tuzi Gaand pan lay mothi ahe " You have a big ass too, Richaa. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. she oblidged
Good. I like a raandi who knows how to listen and obey her master."
Then was heared some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Khan was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Richa there, followed by a spank. I myself rarely to spank Richa, but everyone from Imran to Patil to Gaurav ji to Sandesh to Kumre (and now Mr. Khan) had spanked her. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man in the room.
"Why don't you bend over the bed? Mr. Khan order her. Richa complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Khan -- like all of Richa's lovers -- seemed to be fascinated with her ass. They heard a pop -- which soon understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. later found out this was oil -- Mr. Khan had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Richa continued to shake her bum as Mr. Khan oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Richa let out a deep sigh and before long Other men were listening to her moan every two or three minutes. Knowing her master was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman .That came from a wide experience . Soon they heard a sound which everyone knew was the sound Richa made when she started to have an orgasm.
"Yes, Huzur jee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!"
Richa now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.
"At one time, she actually passed out, but she was sure he continued to hump her. He could really recover fast. He fucked her like an animal. His fingers were always playing with her pussy. She could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where her clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into her eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into her. She couldn't help but think that this man would be her grandfather's age and he was fucking her. And fucking her so well on top. Sigh."
Khan saahab stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then ordered my wife harshly to strip completely naked. One could see that Richa's pussy was dripping wet, probably anticipating her penetration. As Khan sahab brought his massive cock into position,
I suddenly got a thought -- was this all a huge mistake? I was knowingly allowing Imran access to my wife at will, for over a weeked. What if Richa also started to love the regular feeling of a huge cock in her belly? What if Richa was becoming enamored with his cock?
Her hips were already slightly undulating as she subconsciously tried to position her cunt to match his thrust. his plump head cover her pussy lips completely and begin to spread them. My wife moaned from deep in her throat and Khan placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She jumped when the head popped inside and cried out at the intense pleasure of his thickness,. Mr. Khan pushed another inch deeper, withdrew a shiny shaft, and pushed two inches back in. I was mesmerized. Richa whimpered and gasped.
"Oh God!" Richa whispered, as she arched her back and grabbed one end of the sofa. Patil's boss continued to sink his cock deeper into her, slowly building a strong, steady rhythm.
"UNGHH!! Huzur jee!" Richa murmured. "I can feel you squirting inside me. Sahab jee! It hurts!"
"You like that, eh bitch?" Mr. khan snarled.
"Uh huh. UNGHH!! UNGHH!! AAAH! AAH!"
"Get ready for a fuckquake, slut! Who owns your married ass, bitch?"
"UNGHH!! You do, Huzur "
Mr. Khan then turned his face to mirror, even as his cock remained buried deep inside my wife.
My wife was now being fucked by a real man. "
Richa later told me that second fuck session with him was pretty much like the first."Except it was much rougher."
She admitted. - "The first night with Kumre and shambharkar almost felt like h they were seducing her with all of their sex powers and getting their bdsm fantasies fulfilled. They had her addicted to their large cocks and the highs it was giving her.
The second night then brought out the rough side. Now Richa was supposed to seduce him(Khan saaheb) with all her sex appeal and bed him until he's satisfied from her body."
"He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted her in whichever way. He made her parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He slapped her quite a few times. He called her names and insulted her and spat at her. He had her spread her legs apart and fingered her. And what gave him the biggest pleasure? That she was complying with everything he said. she obeyed him instantly, without question. He would suddenly grab her, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me, and remaining men would not even utter a word in protest. Another night of intense fucking was advancing -- Everyone knew he was playing rough, but no one could complain. Despite treating her like a whore, he really was fucking her well even at this age.
Finally they both dozed off to sleep peacefully due to fucking fatigue.
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“Good morning Huzur!"Richa> whispered softly as she was woken up by the alarm blasting sharp at 7am. She noticed Khan saahab already awake and sitting upright on the bed rubbing his hands first and then dry massaging his face.
Now, Richa isn’t usually an early riser and she was used quite long the earlier day, but she managed to push herself and attended her man early morning. Khan exchanged morning pleasantries with my wife and moved to bathroom to freshen up. "Richa, so wanted to lie down again, pushed herself out of the bed, stretched her body and took a quick wash herself. She had the ginger tea ready for Mr. Khan when he was out and they both finished the morning tea without any drama. "Richa knew he had called his chauffer around 8:30 so he was left with just about an hour with her.
But before she could comment or ask anything, Khan saahab told her to join him in the bath. There wasn’t any force being used as my wife stripped naked and joined him for the last time. She initiated kissing him and then slowly unwrapping her arms to expose her bosom. He obliged and kissed and sucked her beautiful melons like a hungry rascal before engaging her into some sloppy kissing and smooching. He was obviously excited, and his member was already erect as they were kissing and it was touching Richa's naked thighs every now and then. Richa was obviously massaging it time and again while she kept responding to his incessant kissing and sucking. She demonstrated her keenness as she kissed and licked his chest and hairy torso.
When he was ready to penetrate her, Richa went down on her knees and lubricated him with her saliva. Khan sahab started the shower when he turned "Richa around and bent her at the waist. He placed her one leg on one of the steps and fingered her opening from behind. She was already moist and didn’t have much troubles when his member finally explored her hole before thrusting inside.
Richa adjusted her height such that he was holding her shoulders for support while banging her opening from behind. He was completely erect, and the thickness and length were perfectly matching the angle as he started blasting her. His heavy balls were hitting her round bums whereas her breasts were swaying like pendulum with all the momentum.
The best part was that he could see her expressions in the large mirror opposite them (including her swaying breasts). He started slow and rhythmic as Richa began moaning and then gradually increased his pace. He was playing multiple tricks to keep her on the edge. He would sometimes bite on her shoulders, at times pinch her nipples or squeeze her swaying breasts hard, she was also receiving some good amount of butt slapping in between. There were occasions when he would pull Richa up and turn her neck around to kiss her lips. My wife was showing all sorts of flexibility and playing it as he wanted.
After grinding her well, he loosened up and pulled out and then turned my wife to face him. Richa wondered if he was done but he made her place one of her leg on the taps and started banging from the front while facing her."Richa stumbled a couple of times but eventually managed by holding him around his neck. He couldn’t avoid kissing her and his hands mauling her tits and twisting her nips. The pain aroused her further as she started gyrating her body to match his strokes.
It wasn’t long before both peaked for an early morning encounter and Mr. Khan emptied his load inside my wife one more time. He came in large quantity that Richa had to go down on the knees to sip the residual that was otherwise getting wasted. She left him thoroughly pleased as he asked her to soap and bathe him. Both of them cleaned each other before finally stepping out.
Her mobile was ringing - "Kay ga kutre....sakali sakali dila ki nahi Khan saheb la? " “Bitch! Have you pleased Khan saahab this morning?”, Patil Sir was on the phone as my wife answered his call sharp at 8:15 am on her cell phone. She was instructed to put the phone on speaker mode as Patil Sir wanted to talk to Khan saahab also.
“Maja aali na na Khan saheb ?, I am sure you enjoyed her all night and this morning!” he spoke from the other side as they both laughed.
"Ekdum jhakaas Patil...Tujhi election chi ticket pakki rav...Pudhlya veles parat pathavshil...ek shanivaar-ravivar karta havi ahe mala hi..Jamlas tar me majhya sobat ek Videshi Sheikh aannar"
“She was wonderful!...Your election ticket is confirmed ...Next time you come, bring her along! I need her for a weekend...I'll try to bring one of my foreigner Sheikh friend!”,
Mr. Khan responded appreciating Richa's services. She felt relieved hearing that while he continued. Finally all her efforts have been come into picture and now Patil was going to enjoy its fruits.
“Thanks for all the hospitality! We’re heading out now. She is accompanying me until nearest airport. I have to catch a flight for Dubai from Mumbai... She is yours afterwards!”, everyone in the background (including Sandesh) laughed as Mr. Khan concluded the phone call.
The Driver was driving the car while Khan had held Richa firmly in his arms on the backseat. There weren’t any hesitations or nervousness as he kept rubbing, caressing her in between. The kissing and smooching also continued for quite some time, he was licking her arms, her neck in between and off course her boobs continued to be pressed and mauled.
Overall, he wasn’t too rough during the entire 30-45-minute drive as they fast approached airport. Driver warned them of secured airport area when they were getting closer and Mr Khan quickly pushed his hand inside her kurta and pinched her nipples last time before adjusting upright. The airports are usually busy in the morning and they hit some traffic on the approach road and he seized opportunity and grabbed her closer again.
Driver parked the car as they finally reached the terminal. All of them stepped out of car quickly. and driver pulled his bag out of trunk while Khan hugged my wife tightly for the last time and also kissed her in open. Now, these scenes aren’t too uncommon on airports but Richa felt little nervous as he kissed for a long minute and also kept her pressed by pulling her over her bums. It looked little obscene and that added to her nervousness! His hand was massaging her breast right in front of everyone's eyes. Richa's blouse was open, and provided easy access to her melons.
But then, the cars aren’t allowed to wait longer so he had to leave in a couple of minutes. "I hope I did my best to please you, Huzur." - Richa uttered last sentence obediently b4 fading away from his sight.
He acknowledged and thanked her and waived good bye to Richa and disappeared into the terminus.
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'Jara neat tayyari kar....swataha la changla sajav....Khan saheb la avadli pahije tu'
Get ready properly....U must decorate yourself well...Khan sir must like u at any cost' - intervened Gauravji when he saw her get up from her place.
Richa applied some more foundation and blush along with light Pink lipstick. She carried her small makeup kit everywhere she went to add last moment touch up.
“Unki choices kaisi hai? Matlab aapke jaise hi hai? (How does Mr. Khan enjoy it? Are his choices like yours?)”, this time my wife asked a question to Gaurav ji. It brought a smile on his face and that actually embarrassed Richa> and she lowered her gaze instantly. “Don’t worry! Let some of those be surprises. I think you can manage anything, won’t you?”, Gaurav ji commented with some level of sarcasm and Richa didn’t respond any further.
But the one thing that my wife wondered was- she was getting herself best prepared and dressed for some random Politician. Neither did she know him in person nor was there any indirect aquaintance b4. And that same man was supposed to like her without any prior rendezvous or conversation. Not only was he gonna like her. But she must convince him to screw her for Mr. Patil's benefit. That made her none other than a high class Prostitute. (Even they do it for monetary benefits) . "Ohh God ...What had Imran actually turned her into??.....But was she only his Slut OR was she his only Slut ?"
Kuch khane ko milega kya?...subeh se kuch nahi khaya....bohot bhuk lagi hai...asked my wife when her stomach contracted
Definitely...I understand u might be very hungry due to whole night's and morning's rigourous exercise. Dont worry...We'll stop at a nearby Dhaba to have some Parathas and Tea as breakfast.
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They left around 8:30 a.m. , with a 20 min halt at Local Dhaba to have b'fast, they still managed to arrive at the Wedding venue around 11:30 a.m. It was a far place from their village . Few of the relatives had already arrived.
The Pendal was installed on an open field. At the center was a 3 layer platformed Agni kund or Fire Altar. This is where the Bride and Groom were supposed to take rounds to perform the Pooja. On the center was a stage made with 2 chairs for Bride and Groom. Behind it were their respective names written.
Many Guests were seated on the chairs on either side of the platform. While the food stalls were arranged at the periphery of the Pendal. Richa met few of Mr. Patil's guests. They all were much older than her. But she greeted them all politely with courtesy. She was again introduced as Gaurav ji's fiancee. All of them used to give her blessings whenever she would bow to touch their feet.
Now was heard the sound of Drum Beats from some distance. The Bandsmen dressed in red British uniform were marching along with the groom on horse. They were playing all the wedding theme songs using Drums, Dhol, Shehnai and a musical Keyboard. This was the arrival of Varaat or Baarat ( Groom's side relatives along with him).
The men and women all were dancing behind the Baja party and moving ahead slowly. It was a proper desi Marathi Nach involving all villagers . Everyone seemed to be taking part enthusiastically and were in cheerful and jolly mood.
Gaurav ji was called upon by few of his cousin brother's to come and join him. He could'nt resist himself at the Beats of those Tune. He came along shaking his shoulders with raised arms and also pulled Richa along with him . They joined the main dancing crowd at the center and began shaking their bodies arbitrarily. Richa not being any professional dancer tried to copy their moves and began with some Thumke ( giving jerks by her side waist ). She looked sexy even while dancing normally. Then she would hold her hands in front and raise them with alternate foot movement back and forth to perform the 'Lejhim' dance step.
The men were suprized seeing her learn their local steps so quickly. They paused and created a room for her to dance solo. Richa continued along with few of natural Bollywood dance steps or Bhangra until she was exhausted and also the music stopped.
Mr Patil came in with a bundle of 500Rs notes and encircled it over her head and fluttered up all one by one over by kneeling down. It resembled as if she was a top class hired 'Nachaniya' or Dancer and he was 'Maharaja' or King ready to spend all his wealth over her impressed moves. This money was then given to the Bandsmen for their efforts in playing the Music and asking them to play with more vigour and energy.
The music kept on playing until the groom reached the entrance of Pendal. Now he climbed down from the horse and also began dancing along with his friends. Then he was escorted to the center of the Pendal to take blessing of his In laws.
Now came the beautiful Bride shyly along with her female friends who managed her long wedding dress. She looked much pretty in the Red saree and various ornaments. Both were made to sit together and the ceremony proceeded.
All the mantras were enchanted for next 40 min . The guests were given Akshada (uncooked rice) . It's considered as a holy grain and is used to throw at every interval during SHUBHA MANGALA SAAVDHAAN. Finally it was over when declared ' VIVAAH SAMPOORNA ZALA'. The kids rushed towards the snacks stall while some guests began coming in pairs to offer blessings to bride and groom. Overall it was a perfect function.
Richa saw Mr Patil time and again look at his wrist-watch. He was definitely waiting for Khan saahab's arrival. It was around 2 O' Clock and still there was no sign of his arrival. He asked Shambharkar and Kumre to call him up once again and check his position status. The men consoled him for being impatient and assured him Khan sahab's arrival soon.
They were proven true as 2 huge black SUVs rushed into the car parking along with a white bulletproof modern Ambassador with Red Beacon on top and curtains inside the window panes. This was none other than Mr Khan's convoy. Being an ex- minister he was given a top level security by central govt.
1st came out 3 bodyguards with black suit and sun glasses. They inspected the vicinity and one of them opened his car's door after checking everything is safe in surrounding. Then landed the right foot of Khan saaheb himself. Now he was standing and came into complete view of everyone.
Richa could see him to be a 70+ aged man. He talled upto 6 feet 4 inch in height and was also a healthy person with some belly fat accumulated. He was a Bald man who kept a long dark orange beard that reached upto his upper chest. His face had dark brown lips and some wrinkles on cheeks and no moustache .
Both Kumre and Shambharkar immediately rushed to welcome him. They welcomed him with a flower garland.
Mr Patil approached to have a small talk with him but was sidelined by the security men. He was busy on his mobile phone while walking. His attention was caught by Richa standing beside Gaurav ji and Mr Patil. Only then he called Mr Patil to have a conversation.
Mr Patil patted Richa for good job of being his eye candy b4 going towards him and thanked him for attending his Nephew's wedding inspite of having a busy schedule. He then escorted him towards the Bride and Groom who were seated on Chairs kept over stage platform.
The Bride and Groom together bent to take his blessing but he stopped them midway and gave a hug to show his love towards them. Then he congratulated both of them for their future and also gifted them an envelope of 1L Rs check. Yeah he was definitely a rich and powerfull personality.
Then they all took him towards the lunch table. There Mr Patil and Khan saahab discussed few important business related stuffs for 10-15 min. Everyone was standing away and noone could here whats going on. Richa tried to read lips of Mr Patil who seemed to explain him many points by hand gestures but she was unsuccessfull in deciphering it. At one point she could see Khan saahab staring at her and not at all interested in bullshit which Patil was all talking about
Finally after 20 odd minutes of negotiations their talks were winded up with hand-shakes. It became clear that the deal was made. Now Mr Khan was going to have lunch. Richa was chosen to fill up his plate and serve him.
She gathered all the food items from the buffet and presented in front of him nicely in a Plate. Mr Khan liked the aroma of food along with that of my wife's. Yes Richa had a sweet womanly odour which no man can resist inhaling. It was emancipating due to the amalgamation of sweat caused by Dancing and fragnant deodrant which she sprayed all over her body b4 leaving.
As Richa advanced the plate towards Khan Sahab. He grabbed her wrist and made her sit beside along on the adjacent chair and give him company while having his meal. Richa didn't want to disappoint him and sat obediently.
He started the conversation casually by asking her name, place, relatives etc. Richa herself introduced in a proper manner as Gaurav ji's Fiancee and Patil Family's daugher in law. She was given instructions b4hand itself.
Khan sahab had a suspicion from the very beginning that she's lying as her language was different from the locals. Moreover her skin colour was much brighter than any of the village girls. Plus she seemed to be a sophisticated and mature 30+ lady with manners.
He could definitely come to the conclusion that she belonged to proper urban city and was already married.
"So why didn't u bring ur real husband along with U? " - his sudden qstn bombarded from nowhere.
"Errr Sir...I mean Gaurav ji...Gaurav is with me here itself...Do u wanna meet him?...she pointed towards Gaurav ji....but he remained still as instructed by Patil and Kumre "
"Gaurav Ji ? ...Ji...seriously ?..U told that u aren't even married yet...and still u've started calling ur future husband ji ? "
"Ohh sir...I mean...We....we...usually respect our counterparts." - managed Richa somehow. She somehow wanted to end this conversation and escape from getting caught in the trapped
"U should....Even all my wiveS respect me a lot"(mark the plurals)
Richa was somewhat suprized when he mentioned about his many wives (though he didn't give an exact figure). But Mr Shambharkar came in to rescue her.
Leave the girl sir....Lets focus on these electoral bonds and constituency representatives.
"Mr Khan stopped him from continuing further but asked him to reveal her identity or else he'll cancel the deal and wont nomini Mr Patil's name . and he continued finishing his meal really fast"
After gauging the heat of the moment , my poor wife looked at Mr Patil and Gaurav ji , having no option left , she gave up. She revealed her true identity as my (BHARAT'S) wife who works in XXXXXXX company and resides at XXXXX town. and is here just for having some fun and attent the wedding ceremony. It was Gaurav ji's idea to bring her here as his fiancee. But she too supported it and went ahead with the same.
"Nice...So I was correct...It wont be wrong if I say u cheating your husband and having an Extra marritial affair with Patil's nephew."
Richa meekly nodded...unable meet his gaze
"Answer me clearly slut...Or else I'll reveal ur true identity in front of everyone."- barked Khan sahab.
Totally lost of words Richa was dumb struck. She had nothing to utter in front of this dominant man. But again Mr Kumre came to rescue her this time from the situation.
"Jau dya na Khan saheb...Tumhala aavadli ka hi....? Jugaad karu ka tumcha icha sobat 1 ratri sathi.....Aamhi pan sadhya kahi kela nahi ahe" - kumre
(Leave it Khan sir.....Do u like her ...? Shall I arrange her for u for 1 night....? Until now, even we haven't touched her yet) - lied Kumre openly
"Ekda chav tar gheun bagha sabeh...nirash nahi vhal tumhi...yachi khatri me gheto"
(Taste her once sir...you wont regret at all...I assure u myself)
"Ho ka...Pathava mag ka bai la Waadya war aaj sayandyakali..!!" - Khan sahab agreed
"Bas mag...Tumhi jasa mhanale manje tasa kaam zala....faqt Patil la election ticket deun dya...manje bara houn jate "
Ticket milna kathin ahe re....karan samor cha vipakshi ummedwaar ekdum majboot ahe....ani ekda seat jinkay chi tar apla manus pan damdaar hava ki nahi.
Disappointed Mr Patil had no words to say....Khan sahab saw his face disappointed. But to cheer up his mood in his own family function. Khan sahab gave an assurance that he'll look after it and will think of reconsidering the offer by tomorrow.
Until then Richa was supposed to remain with him and serve him sexually. Shambharkar added - "Take ur time Khan sahab....The woman is all yours....But remember 1 thing...even our Mr Patil is strong contendor as well. He has a strong ground holding with huge public fame and trust...He'll definitely bring victory to our party."
He nodded after his lunch was completed along with Shambharkar's last statement.
Then Khan saheb began to leave the place as he had another important meeting with his party members within next few hours. Before leaving he gave his visiting card to Mr Patil while winking at Richa...He loudly uttered see u in the evening Whore.
And he was finally gone with his cavalcade. Mr Patil was little bit relieved after he was gone and meeting. But still wasn't fully sure of getting party ticket. It now depended totally on Richa to get him win the ticket. The probability was directly proportional to amount of happiness and satisfaction he can milk out from my wife.
The function winded up by 4pm and everyone headed back to their home.
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Around evening 7'O' clock. Richa was brought and deported to Khan saahab's spacious villa. Along with her were other men as well. But they were in different room while Richa was locked into Khan sahab's personal master bedroom.
Came in Khan sahab after attending the party meeting . "Haa so here u are. " - he exhaled tiringly while removing his shirt to get into attached washroom to get fresh.
Richa prepared herself one last time by looking at the adjacent mirror before he again reappears. She adjusted her hair and brought a sexy submissive look on her face.
“You do sleep with Patil n Gaurav regularly, right?”
Khan spilled the beans as he moved to face her and detached her pallu. He placed his palm under her chin and made her face him to answer. Richa didn’t answer directly but lowered her gaze. He enjoyed her discomfort as his hand grabbed one of Rricha's melons and pressed it. “Ouuuhhh”, my wife moaned as he increased the force and her body contracted. She noticed his aggression growing as he conquered both her breasts and started thrashing and squeezing them hard. He wasn’t rough yet but there was tremendous lust in it. He lowered on her and started kissing her wildly.
They were nasty and sloppy kisses as he explored her mouth deep and wide. Richa was already getting warmed up as she voluntarily placed her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He enjoyed her support and started kissing her cherries and bosom over the fabric. He didn’t unhook her blouse but instead moved down to her naval. Richa had Khan sahab already explored her naval and she was aware of men’s fascination to naval so she started breathing harder to tease him further with the movement of her stomach as if she was super excited.
It worked as Khan sahab started pinching her stomach and waist and kissing her naval before exploring it deeper with his tongue. His lust was increasing as he soon started biting her stomach and waist and pressing her boobs harder. When Khan broke for a moment to catch his breath, he noticed Richa in a vulnerable position with her arms stretched outright above her head and her bosom totally exposed to him with closed eyes and heaving breathing. He smiled to himself knowing that she was well under his control.
“You didn’t answer me earlier! You fuck him regularly, don’t you?” he repeated his question.
Richa smiled this time suggestively as if to affirm his doubt although it wasn’t completely true. But Mr. Khan enjoyed it smelling as his victory as he extended his hand to take my wife off the sofa and towards the bed. Richa grabbed his hand and raised herself slowly as if being walked towards the bedroom by her lover. He was quite gentle as he placed his arm around her waist while her saree remained palluless.
As they approached the bed, he placed his other hand on the plates of my wife’s saree that were tucked. He gently pulled the tucking out dislodging her saree wrap. Richa moved into circles in filmy style letting him unwrap the saree while holding her other hand over her head. He bent down again to kiss her naval and tummy as my wife stood only in her blouse and petticoat in front of her new man. This time he moved up quickly and planted kisses over the blouse on her breasts before smooching her once again. This was turning into a nice lovemaking and surprisingly Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable as she kept playing along. Khan turned her around as he kissed her back and shoulders again and this time grabbing her tits and also proceeding to unhook her blouse.
He was thankfully quite gentle with her clothes as her saree and blouse were soon lying on the bed but weren’t torn apart.Richa was turned again as Khan buried himself into her cleavage exposed with her cupped bra. He kept sniffing and kissing her while his hands were holding and grabbing her waist, stomach, back and gradually moving down to her buttocks as well. The television was still playing those raunchy and naughty north Indian songs but Mr. Khan was totally engaged in Richa as she soon lost her bra and her jugs were exposed to him. They didn’t realize Richa's phone ringing as Mr. Khan was completely drowned in sucking and licking her beautiful and round breasts and hard nipples.
Richa didn’t intervene or stop him to bring the phone near her ear, although she knew from the ringtone that it was me. She tried to answer it as soon as possible and not show 'Hubby Bharat' flashing over screen.
"Imran sent her over there", this much was known to me and "Mr. Patil wanting her with his friends and bosses anyways"; this was to be concluded automatically ”,
My wife calculated the risk of answering her husband lying in laps of stranger over bed . She thought it was worth taking the risk as she helped him burry himself completely into her jugs and enjoy them fullest. The man was totally engrossed with the size, firmness (and softness) and colour of my wife’s breasts and attacked like a hungry predator.
He was much gentle though as he kept sucking them long and kissing and licking her nips to fullest. Richa slowly adjusted herself against the royal cushion of the sofa armrest while Khan was all over her. She silently picked up the phone
"Hello Darling...How are you?...There was no text/call from your side...Are u Okay...When will u be back?"
"Yes dear...I m good...Actually I was bit busy since we arrived....I m stil with someone (winked eye)...I was going to call u tonight but....didn't get time to do so...Plz take care of yourself...I'll be back by 1-2 days...Love u sweet heart...See u then bye-bye..!!!"
"Waah...Prem navra shi....ani Chudai Dusrya shi....kay ga aaj kal chi hi peedi"
Woww...Love with husband ....and Fuck with others....Oh god...what has happened to this generation - remarked Khan sahab
Richa expected and noticed a distinct change in Khan’s aggression level. Her mouth opened automatically as his fingers approach her lips and pinched them roughly. She was fisted regularly by all her men and she encouraged Khan sahab on the same line. He appreciated her eagerness but didn’t push his fist inside her mouth and instead kept rubbing and pinching both her lips. He did exactly what Richa was scared about.
He delayed his reaction and instead waited for her to speak or react. Now, Richa has confessed this to me multiple times that she doesn’t mind her men going extra rough but finds it difficult to strike conversations in such vulnerable situations. And, she is not an introvert who avoids conversations; she is well read and confident. But when she finds herself in such situations, her submissiveness kicks in and she finds herself completed subdued.
In other words, she finds it hard to accept that she enjoys being treated rough but finds it further enticing when men make her admit it. Her soft spot has been exploited multiple times by all her men. This time she was facing the dilemma again in front of her new man. Khan sahab simply stopped sucking her chest and instead sat down on the sofa adjacent to her while she was facing him.
“Is that really true? What have you done with him?”, finally the question was put to her. Richa didn’t answer and lowered her gaze but Khan didn’t seem to be backing out.
“Come on, face me and speak! SLUT ”, Khan started the interrogation. Richa's nervousness grew in leaps and bounds as she noticed him determined to extract information. He stretched his hand and pulled her chin up so she couldn’t even avoid looking at him. “I need all details, quick!”
“Nothing much Sahab..I mean Khan sir! At times I have slept with Mr. Patil while my hubby was away! He enjoys being a rough man as well. So, on one of the occasions, he made me lick his body as such!”, my wife provided some details that brought a wry smile on him.
“I understand Whore's like u sleeping around! I’m damn sure he has enjoyed your body a lot! But licking the ass? seriously? I mean, did he force you or you volunteered? Are you someone enjoying the filth?”, the interrogation continued as Mr. Khan asked pointed questions. He fidgeted with his member as he spoke indicating his unrest due to growing member. Richa wondered if he also had the same kinky taste or would he be rough, or would he just grind over! Hearing Mr. Patil’s words, she expected him to be on the kinky side and not rough as he was quite gentle until the phone call revealed her open cheating.
“Let me strip you completely first!”, Mr. Khan interrupted before Richa's response and led her stand up to unwrap her remaining clothes. It didn’t take him any time to strip her completely as my wife sat down reluctantly, covering her womanhood in naked state with just her Blue necklace and golden bangles on her. Mr. Khan stretched his arm and grabbed a nip and started playing gently as he continued interrogation.
“Alright! Tell me now how the ass licking went?” he put the straight question. Richa tried seducing him by pushing her hands behind her back, adjusting her hairs and thus protruding her breasts out towards him. He liked it and grabbed both her melons but didn’t bury himself into them and instead continued. “Tell me quick!”
“In meetings, after Patil ji banged me hard we proceeded to take a bath together. While we were in his bathtub, there was a bottle of chocolate syrup nearby. Patil Sir picked it up and sprayed on my body and started licking it off. In the passionate moments, I also put some on his chest and started reciprocating. He loved it a lot and I kept playing along. But it soon turned kinky as he put the syrup on his member first and then all over his groin. Before I realize I found him smothering my face with his groin first and then slowly with his bums.
He was so much turned on that I didn’t feel like protesting although it was too filthy and instead continued licking him as he liked. Another couple of minutes and he put some on his ass crack followed by inside. He looked up to me and I had no courage to reject his offer. That set the trigger!”, my wife clarified in one shot and then stopped. She couldn’t face him anymore and looked down breathing heavily. She was expecting (or rather hoping) that he would attack her at least now knowing her dark secrets. But nothing of that sort happened as Khan remained quiet but kept pressing her breasts softly.
“WHACK!”, a strong slap followed the minute of silence. "CONTINUE MOTHERFUCKER" - he roared
“It started as one time but then Patil Sir enjoy doing nasty things! I have been regularly licking his body. He enjoys being dirty as well as daring! I have been used in the office, his house, in a taxi and also at my place multiple times. And he also loves sharing me with his friends!”, my wife didn’t hold much back this time.
"SLAP..I knew u were definitely a high class prostitute"
The stance changed a bit though as Khan sahab took her on his lap and pulled her mouth to kiss on her lips. Richa saw the opportunity and offered him full mouth, letting him explore her tongue and feed her his saliva. Mr. Khan enjoyed that sloppy kissing as he kept pressing her tits alternately. He was now confidently and aggressively pulling or pushing my wife as if she was his paid meal.Richa exhibited no resistance that led to increased aggression on his part as he stuffed her mouth and then kept smooching her hard and licking her face until her face looked messed.
He wasn’t exactly spitting it out, but the effect was similar and Richa knew it was only a matter of time before she was made to taste a new saliva. She remained completely polite but was startled a bit when Mr. Khan lifted her up and threw on the edge of the bed. There was nothing to hide from him as Mr. Khan spread her legs towards the edge of the bed as if to penetrate her. He positioned himself between her legs, placed her hands on the side and rested her head on a thick pillow. She was in a perfect position to start banging but Khan was in his shorts and tee. Richa was glad to see him get rid of tee although he was quite hairy. But he didn’t pull his shorts down immediately.
“SLAP”, this time he targeted Richa's lower lips and womanhood as he repeated his question. “So, how many men have been here?” he repeated as if pointing towards her opening. A series of gentle SLAPs followed seeing no response form my wife. “Other than Patil Sir, his friends and hopefully your husband! Who else?” the question was repeated one more time. And this time her clit was punctured and pinched. Richa shivered in pain and excitement and her body jerked instantly.
“Oh gosh! Please, aaaaaahhhhhh”, my wife moaned at that teasing and Khan enjoyed it. The intensity increased, and the teasing soon turned somewhat painful but Richa kept her lips sealed. When Richa didn’t answer after few more pinches, Mr. Khan changed his approach. He lifted her legs and brought them together and then blasted those with his hands. A series of 7-8 strong SLAPs on either side brought a good moaning of my wife as she jerked in pain. Mr. Khan had a good solid and firm hand and he explored a good amount of her flesh on the bum cheeks.
“I don’t like repeating the questions or being ignored!...Is that understood? ” he announced.
And he didn’t wait for Richa to respond or react. He went on blasting her bums and lower thighs with another series of 7-8 strong SLAPs.Richa's concern grew as he didn’t wait even after those and spread her legs again to start twisting and pinching her clit and lower lips. He wasn’t any gentle now and those pinches/twists were meant to cause pain than excitement. Even Richa couldn’t absorb all the pain and whimpered a few times but kept mum.
Khan sahab looked up once before moving himself closer to bed and started tormenting her breasts and nipples. Richa wondered if he would ask her again or just keep tearing. He was extremely rough towards her chest; as he pinched her nips real hard, squeezed her melons unequally, twisted them and eventually tried lifting her using nipples. Richa resisted a bit this time but he threw her arms away and started repeating. BANG! A strong slap on the face really moved her upside down when she tried resisting again!
“A couple of men from our colony! Other than Patil Sir and his friends and staff!”,Richa> knew she cannot stop Mr. Khan until she answers his question. He was like a sadist; much different than Patil Sir or even Imran
Chhey.!!!..Chaayla..!!!!..Changli maazleli Raand nighali tu tar..!!!.khup sare laude ghaatle ahe aat madhe.- remarked Khan sahab seeing the score of number of men who had goaled i her.
“Chal ga randwe! Ya baju chya room madhe ye! (Come on you bitch! Let’s move to this (adjacent) room!)”, saying this Mr. Khan literally grabbed her pony and dragged her along. They entered the other bedroom and her shut the door behind him.
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP,
SLAP!
My wife received a series of 7-8 strong slaps across both her cheeks. She was kicked and pushed on the sofa such that her legs were still on the floor and torso resting on the cushioned hand rest crushing her breasts against the cushion. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! A series of hard slaps met her round buttocks turning them reddish instantly.
“Tond ughad bhadve! (Open the mouth, you slut!)”, she was commanded as he turned her around and spat all over her face and into her mouth. A few globes of his saliva hit her eyes, her forehead and some directly into her mouth. She didn’t object even once and gulped down everything she could, but his aggression had barely died down. When he pulled out his leather belt, Richa didn’t expect him to be any kind and prepared herself for some intense beating. And he didn’t prove her wrong. He was rough as a sadist when he started off not giving her any warning before belting her violently. His very first shot cut across Richa’s melons and she cried a loud in pain.
But before it subsided, she was showered with few more, very strong, mean and painful blows across her upper body spanning over her shoulders, arms, breasts, and her back! She could feel tears building in her eyes but somehow held herself up! He gave her a couple of minutes to comfort herself; but that barely helped as she was commanded next to start in the center of room with her legs spread wide and hands on the head. She was literally shivering in pain when Khan Sir took couple of rounds around her with the belt still in his hands.
Richa's muscle would contract every time he would be behind her, touching the belt on her bums. He was literally teasing her with the uncertainty factor as he deliberately took time before blasting the first stroke. And it was directed across the inner thighs as my wife expected! She literally jumped in pain but more followed as she resumed her position. Khan sahab blasted her flesh with some nasty and mighty blows of the leather belt targeting various areas of her body. His first round included her thighs, both bums, legs before he moved up again focusing her back, shoulders, arms and chest.Richa's fair skin had turned completely reddish when he stopped!
“Chal bathroom madhe! (Come over to the bathroom!)”, my wife was commanded as soon as the beating was over.
Richa walked behind him rubbing her body as much to comfort herself. She was forced to sit on her knees against the toilet and sprayed with water from the jet spree. “Open your mouth!”, she was commanded as he sprayed the water in her mouth and on her face.
“Gargle and clean properly!”, the next command followed as my wife found her face buried in the toilet and flushed. He allowed her to pull out for a few seconds to grab her breath and then again pushed in and this time secured down with his feet. My poor wife struggled immensely as Khan sahab flushed almost 3-4 times back to back giving her only 5-10 seconds to breath. She was a mess when he pulled her face out of the toilet and asked her to wash it properly. Richa used as much of tooth paste and mouth freshener as possible before jumping into the shower.
This was her second time inside few hours and with two different men. But while she had a gentle bath with Mr. Khan made her dance under the boiling hot water of the shower. She was shown mercy after about 4-5 minutes of hot water treatment when Khan sahabwent closer and started sucking her breasts and nipples.
Richa's freshly washed body is a treat and he enjoyed licking, kissing and sucking her as much he could. She was kissed open mouth and he fed her a good amount of saliva while biting on her lips multiple times. There was absolutely no resistance as he kissed her shoulders, neck, her cleavage and even the naval and arms. He removed his shirt and my wife voluntarily started kissing his hairy chest and sucked his nipples.
She didn’t disappoint him when he raised his arms and made her kiss and lick his armpits. That extreme servitude of her fueled his shaft as he threw his pants and boxers away and readied himself. The penetration was just a formality as Richa was placed on the toilet seat once again and Khan sahab adjusted his height in front of her. His shaft soon disappeared in my wife’s tunnel as he started pumping her slowly. They kissed and smooched each other like lovers and my wife cupped her breasts for Khan Sir to grab and maul.
He reciprocated happily and mauled those beautiful tits for nth time in the day. His member had gained maximum erection and a touch of his finger on my wife’s clit followed by her mouth had made her enough wet. The sound of his thighs thumping against her was erotic and both enjoyed the short encounter standing there. It didn’t last too long as Khan sahab ejaculated inside my wife’s tunnel and then got himself dried up using her mouth.
“Get me a glass of Water! And off course if you need something yourself!” Mr. Khan broke the silence after spending a good five minutes into his phone.
He had turned on the television and mostly surfed through news and sports channel.RIcha had left very little distance while sitting beside him on the sofa and although it was just two of them in the room, he barely touched her. He made a couple of calls (probably to his family) and then checked some more mails or messages on the phone before keeping it beside. Richa put her phone down almost instantly when he did.
He smiled and acknowledged her attentiveness. She was expecting him to jump on her anytime and was prepared herself. But he kept talking some random stuff and watching television for some more time. After waiting for a good 5-10 minutes, Richa excused herself on the pretext of arranging the bedsheet
She sought his permission to change into something comfortable. She was allowed to wear her undergarments ,still exposing most of the body parts and provided time to arrange the pillows. It wasn’t a lot of work and my wife returned to where Mr. Khan was sitting in about 5 minutes. She was now into her bra and panty covered using the Satin robe over it.
Hey ...Hey...Hey...? Who told u to wear that Robe..? Remove it right now . Do u think its over slut ? “We are not done yet!”,
She immediately took it off threw in the air behind her back. Mr Khan again shifted his attention back to his mobile
Mr. khan frowned at my wife when she was caught sleepy with some yawning due to sitting idle. She almost shortened her yawn and affirmatively smiled towards him .
Seems like u need to be taught a lesson slut. I m observing from past few minutes that U r not showing any interest. Are u gonna find another customer on roadside at this midnight...ha u prostitute?
Richa was frightened sensing his anger and more afraid of his future intentions of what he would be doing with her entire night. She had already committed 2 major mistakes -
1) Wore a Robe to cover her body
2) Yawned in front of him
She understood seeing his cheerful mood change that -' Punishment was inevitable ''
He kept his iphone aside and stood up , gave a straight forward and stern order - Bed war let ulti...Maan baher khali kadhun
Get laid over the bed on your back...leave ur neck out downwards.
Richa took the stance as directed. Her body was lying over the bed except her neck and head. They were free in air and hanging down from the edge of the Bed.
Khan saahab came near her face and brought his flaccid dick near her . He made her sniff it nicely , she smelled its dirty pungent aroma . Then he made her lick its sides using her tongue nicely to get it all wet and shine with her saliva. Finally when he was convinced that it was all ready to go into her mouth. He thrusted it deep.
Richa was totally unprepared for this sudden attack. She coughed a little but managed to keep his entire dick into her mouth upside down. Mr Khan got to enjoy my beautiful wife's oral service. He used it extremely well to his own benefit. He was giving alternate strokes as and when he felt. While his hands were busy mauling her boobs from top.
She was getting chocked when he entangled her neck by applying pressure using his knee. But still kept his cock submerged into her mouth. It was growning in size like a balloon getting inflated.
Once it grew to its full length, Richa was finding it difficult to accomodate. Mr Khan was definitely gaining maximum pleasure seeing her struggle. He began face fucking her. Each time he would insert his rod into her cavity. Richa would shriek and tears would flow down from the corner of her eyes. That was really an erotic and once in a million moment. Not every man gets the oppurtunity to witness it . But Khan saahab was exceptional.
After 7-8 min of nice reverse blowjob and face fucking he ordered her - " Ubhi Raha...Pay durr pasrav , raande " Stand up bitch... Spread your legs, raandi." he commanded in an authoritative voice.
As a top class politician, ex-minister & multi-millionaire businessman, he was someone who was used to being obeyed at once. If anything went against his wish, he would crack down really hard and make sure that other person gets proper treatment
"Yes, Sir." My wife Richa complied immediately. Richa, being a regular fit woman, had great, shapely legs that she now spread obediently. If being called a prostitute, or "raandi", disturbed her, she never showed it. Mr. Khan climbed on top of her and positioned himself. With a grunt, he plunged into her.
"Oh! Oh!" My wife Richa's mouth shaped into a round "O" as my boss pushed his giant cock deep into her.
"Aai chya gaavat..kay kasleli fuddi ani gand ahe .tu tar ekdum jabardast kutri ahe ga
" Fuck! You are a great Kutiya, you Bitch!" "What a tight cunt and ass you have, Slut." Mr.Khan told her.
"OOOOH!! UNGGHHH!!" Richa grunted as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into her cavity. "Th-th--thank you ... Khan saaheb."
He rocked to and fro against my dear wife,. Anger, jealousy, vengefulness -- that's what you would think a man would feel is he ever saw his dear wife get taken -- get fucked --by another man. And yet here I was, miles apart isolated in my own home far away, imagining Richa cuckold me yet again, and feeling myself getting aroused.
She arched her back, her eyes now shut, and clearly she was in the throes of yet another orgasm. He continued to hump her.
"Oh. My. God." Richa panted as Mr. Khan continued to pummel her. "Oh, Saahab ji! Your cock ... it's so deep in me. No one has ever fucked me the way you do, Sahab jee!"
"Ha!" Mr. Khan laughed and taunted . "Not even your real husband ? "
"Mmmm ..." Richa hesitated mockingly. Ever the dutiful wife, she didn't want to put me down. Mr. Khan simply raised his hand and calmly, powerfully, struck her cheek. Twice.
SLAP! SLAP!
"Answer me, slut," Mr. Khan hissed, "Or I will pull out now, lundchoos!"
"No! No! Sahab jee! Please don't!" Richa panted. "Yes, Saheb jee! My husband doesn't fill me up like you are doing. He never did, Saheb jee!"
"Yes!" Mr. Khan grunted. "You are a first class whore, Richa darling. All you just needed to spend some quality time with a real man who knows how to fuck you right and make you moan and cum like the raandi that you are."
"Aaaaah. Aaaaah.
UNGHH!! UNGHH!!
Yes,Sahab jee!
AAAAH! UNGHH!!"
SLAP! SLAP!
Mr. Khan slapped her again. Hard.
"Next time, Randi," He said, "Don't ever think of defying my orders or delay in answering my question . U must always be attentive for ur masters"
"Yes, Sahab jee. I am sorry, Sahab jee."
SLAP!
SLAP!
And one more thing. Don't call me Saahab jee, even though I m your and every one present here's saahab (master) . But I like being called by people as Huzur (King)
Is that understood.
"Jee Saahab..Errr"
SMACK...!! SMACK...!! SMACK...!!
What did u just say. Aren't u understanding my order. Or shall I teach u another lesson
"Sorry Saahab...I mean Huzur...Sorry Huzur"
He-he-he...I'll take that one, but from this moment onwards u must be attentive and address me as Huzur.
"Jee Huzur"-responded Richa correcting her earlier mistakes and glorifying Mr Khan's male ego.
"Get ready, slut." He harshly barked at her. "I am going to cum."
"Yes, Huzur." Ever the dutiful slut, She readied herself as Mr. Khan's buttocks tightened in anticipation of his climax. His back clenched, and his face contorted as he started to dump his virile seed into my wife. Yet another man pumped his semen into my wife's nether regions. he had lost count of the number of men who had fucked her bareback by now.
Even after he came (and came and came) into her unprotected womb, Mr. Khan just remained inside her, entrenched, and continued to kiss and caress her. Richa too continued to hug and return his smooches and let him play with her milky breasts until he was hard again. Clearly he wasn't finished with her, and wouldn't be for a long time.
Soon, ten minutes later, he was hard again! He switched positions so that he was now on the bottom and Richa was riding him like a cowgirl.
His hands reached up to play with her full-size tits. Richa was impaled on his huge spear and one could see that she loved it. Her pink nipples were hard and erect, there was a light sweat on her brow, and her breathing was fast and shallow.
He was getting ready to cum again. He pinched her nipples, and obediently Richa opened her mouth and leaned forward, letting her Master French kiss her and poke his tongue into her. With a deep, throaty groan he started to empty his balls into my wife, filling her with yet another load.
You would never think he was a seventy year old man who had a granddaughter her age. Standing tall a few inches away from her
Everyone used to call him "Waalid saahab or Abba Huzur" out of respect. This is also standard practice where you call your godfather "Waalid" or 'Dad'
Mr. Khan had picked Richa up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. My wife had her eyes closed and her mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms.
he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts. one can tell that my wife was still very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Richa actually seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. one could see a huge bulge in Mr. Khan's crotch area.
Richa's hands too soon dropped to his tented pants and it was Mr. Khan's turn to smile. Taking a break from squeezing her breasts through her top, Mr. Khan smoothly lowered his zipper and pulled out a magnificent beast of a cock. He then placed Richa back on the bed, away from his lap, and stood up. Richa's eyes were now transfixed on his huge circumcised Appendage. Mr. Khan held it up using both hands, which did not reach all the way around it, and still had at least another hand or two of shaft left swaying in the open air. He now dropped his pants to the floor and his heavy and swollen balls swung freely. They were full of pubic hair. His penis was a monster and this became the source of his extreme confidence and arrogance.
"Go ahead." He told my wife. "It's time you held a real man's cock. Go ahead, touch it, flop it around. See how heavy it is."
"Yes, Huzur.
Mr. Khan had clearly imagined in graphic terms what he was going to do to her, yet not an attempt of protest from Richa. It was undistinguishable authority and the power of his cock!
"Chal suru kar Zavade, Lazu nako...Sparsh kar tyala"
"Go ahead, slut., dont be shy" Mr. Khan turned to my wife. "Touch it."
He was already addressing her as a slut and whore, and she didn't seem to mind in the slightest!
"Khara sangu tula...Baika jama karne madhe vegdi.ch maja ahe ....Khaskar dusryan chya vivahit baika...naazuk ani jawani ne bharlelya...".."Tyanna zavun ekdum man prafullit houn jato me"..."Jya veli tyanche navre apli Gand ghasavtat....changlya bhavishya sathi...tyach kshani vartamana che sukh visrun jatat"...Pan bilkul kalji cha vishay nahi....." amchya sarkhe kadak purush hi javabdari aplya khande war ghetat..swataha houn...ani tyanchya baikon na kadak thokun kadhto" - laughed Mr Khan praising himself by his own words of mouth
"Wives are so nice to collect -- other men's young and tender wives." Mr. Khan laughed. "I get the mind blowing sex from them while the husbands keep grinding their asses day in an out.... All they keep on doing is to have a better future, but forget to live and enjoy the present...No worries,... men like us take this responsibility on their shoulders voluntarily. and fuck their sweet wives really hard "
"Neat paha aplya kade saali...bilkul bharlelya aanga chi ahe tu...te pan ekdum uchit thikane "
"Look at you, saali!" I heard him exclaim. "You fill out properly in the appropriate places, babe!"
a couple of smacks were heard to her bum again, and then ... silence.
"Damn!" . He must have been groping Richaa now, first squeezing her tits, then probably asking her to turn around so he can examine her butt. He was likely patting her butt, and then rubbing his hands all over her tummy, before pinching a nipple.
Asli ahet ka he ?
"Are these real?"
She just nod and grin as Khan sahab continued to suck on her areolas.
"Tujya Bablyan cha aakar kiti sangitla hota tu?"
"What size are they(boobs) again, Richaa?"
"Um ... 32DD I think, Huzur?"
"Damn! They are much larger than 32 DD, Richa. DD is cup size, which is essentially how round the breasts are, 38 is what they measure with a tape around the chest.. You are much, much, much larger, Richa. What fucking breasts you have -- they are giant melons!"
"Er, thank you Huzur."
"Tuza navra khup Nashibvaan tharla..tu milali tyala...pan kay karnar bichara....to pan ekdum dhila nighala...Tujya sarkhya Bai la tabyat nahi thue shakla ekdum assal lavda pahije garmi kadhayla"
"Your husband is one lucky bastard, babe. Too bad he's such a pussy . He couldn't keep a contol on u, You need a real cock in your choot."
"Er ... Ho, Huzur."
Then there was more silence which I could only image was them both kissing. Richa was a great kisser, no doubt flicking her tongue expertly at her master's mouth, and one could hear her moans and ahhs and oohs come through the door. She would sometime eat his thick breard or get her face burried into that dirty orange bush
"Tuzi Gaand pan lay mothi ahe " You have a big ass too, Richaa. Let's see your gaand, stand up, now crouch down. she oblidged
Good. I like a raandi who knows how to listen and obey her master."
Then was heared some smacks and more oohs and aahs as Mr. Khan was no doubt groping (and spanking) her buttocks. He would have her twerk, and as her butt cheeks jiggled as she twirled, he would kiss and squeeze Richa there, followed by a spank. I myself rarely to spank Richa, but everyone from Imran to Patil to Gaurav ji to Sandesh to Kumre (and now Mr. Khan) had spanked her. I felt a huge sense of shame and inadequacy. Here was my beloved wife being spanked on her buttocks by another man in the room.
"Why don't you bend over the bed? Mr. Khan order her. Richa complied, I am sure, spreading her arms and lying face down on the edge of the bed, her ass hanging out. Mr. Khan -- like all of Richa's lovers -- seemed to be fascinated with her ass. They heard a pop -- which soon understood was the sound of a bottle cap opening. later found out this was oil -- Mr. Khan had her spread her legs so he could oil her buttocks. Richa continued to shake her bum as Mr. Khan oiled, smacked, groped, pinched and kissed her butt.
Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Richa let out a deep sigh and before long Other men were listening to her moan every two or three minutes. Knowing her master was now likely fingering her between her thighs. He definitely knew how to pleasure a woman .That came from a wide experience . Soon they heard a sound which everyone knew was the sound Richa made when she started to have an orgasm.
"Yes, Huzur jee! Please! Fuck me harder! Harder! Oh yes, OH YES! UNGHH!! UNGHH!!"
Richa now let out a tremendous roar as she started to climax on his glistening, thrusting pole. No doubt he too was going to soon empty his huge balls into her.
"At one time, she actually passed out, but she was sure he continued to hump her. He could really recover fast. He fucked her like an animal. His fingers were always playing with her pussy. She could not but help be constantly aroused, and it was tiring. He knew where her clit was and played with it. The worst part was the way he looked deep into her eyes every time he pushed his huge dick into her. She couldn't help but think that this man would be her grandfather's age and he was fucking her. And fucking her so well on top. Sigh."
Khan saahab stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then ordered my wife harshly to strip completely naked. One could see that Richa's pussy was dripping wet, probably anticipating her penetration. As Khan sahab brought his massive cock into position,
I suddenly got a thought -- was this all a huge mistake? I was knowingly allowing Imran access to my wife at will, for over a weeked. What if Richa also started to love the regular feeling of a huge cock in her belly? What if Richa was becoming enamored with his cock?
Her hips were already slightly undulating as she subconsciously tried to position her cunt to match his thrust. his plump head cover her pussy lips completely and begin to spread them. My wife moaned from deep in her throat and Khan placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady. She jumped when the head popped inside and cried out at the intense pleasure of his thickness,. Mr. Khan pushed another inch deeper, withdrew a shiny shaft, and pushed two inches back in. I was mesmerized. Richa whimpered and gasped.
"Oh God!" Richa whispered, as she arched her back and grabbed one end of the sofa. Patil's boss continued to sink his cock deeper into her, slowly building a strong, steady rhythm.
"UNGHH!! Huzur jee!" Richa murmured. "I can feel you squirting inside me. Sahab jee! It hurts!"
"You like that, eh bitch?" Mr. khan snarled.
"Uh huh. UNGHH!! UNGHH!! AAAH! AAH!"
"Get ready for a fuckquake, slut! Who owns your married ass, bitch?"
"UNGHH!! You do, Huzur "
Mr. Khan then turned his face to mirror, even as his cock remained buried deep inside my wife.
My wife was now being fucked by a real man. "
Richa later told me that second fuck session with him was pretty much like the first."Except it was much rougher."
She admitted. - "The first night with Kumre and shambharkar almost felt like h they were seducing her with all of their sex powers and getting their bdsm fantasies fulfilled. They had her addicted to their large cocks and the highs it was giving her.
The second night then brought out the rough side. Now Richa was supposed to seduce him(Khan saaheb) with all her sex appeal and bed him until he's satisfied from her body."
"He was like a kid with a new toy. He wanted her in whichever way. He made her parade up and down in his bedroom naked. He slapped her quite a few times. He called her names and insulted her and spat at her. He had her spread her legs apart and fingered her. And what gave him the biggest pleasure? That she was complying with everything he said. she obeyed him instantly, without question. He would suddenly grab her, pin me under his body, and shove his dick in me, and remaining men would not even utter a word in protest. Another night of intense fucking was advancing -- Everyone knew he was playing rough, but no one could complain. Despite treating her like a whore, he really was fucking her well even at this age.
Finally they both dozed off to sleep peacefully due to fucking fatigue.
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“Good morning Huzur!"Richa> whispered softly as she was woken up by the alarm blasting sharp at 7am. She noticed Khan saahab already awake and sitting upright on the bed rubbing his hands first and then dry massaging his face.
Now, Richa isn’t usually an early riser and she was used quite long the earlier day, but she managed to push herself and attended her man early morning. Khan exchanged morning pleasantries with my wife and moved to bathroom to freshen up. "Richa, so wanted to lie down again, pushed herself out of the bed, stretched her body and took a quick wash herself. She had the ginger tea ready for Mr. Khan when he was out and they both finished the morning tea without any drama. "Richa knew he had called his chauffer around 8:30 so he was left with just about an hour with her.
But before she could comment or ask anything, Khan saahab told her to join him in the bath. There wasn’t any force being used as my wife stripped naked and joined him for the last time. She initiated kissing him and then slowly unwrapping her arms to expose her bosom. He obliged and kissed and sucked her beautiful melons like a hungry rascal before engaging her into some sloppy kissing and smooching. He was obviously excited, and his member was already erect as they were kissing and it was touching Richa's naked thighs every now and then. Richa was obviously massaging it time and again while she kept responding to his incessant kissing and sucking. She demonstrated her keenness as she kissed and licked his chest and hairy torso.
When he was ready to penetrate her, Richa went down on her knees and lubricated him with her saliva. Khan sahab started the shower when he turned "Richa around and bent her at the waist. He placed her one leg on one of the steps and fingered her opening from behind. She was already moist and didn’t have much troubles when his member finally explored her hole before thrusting inside.
Richa adjusted her height such that he was holding her shoulders for support while banging her opening from behind. He was completely erect, and the thickness and length were perfectly matching the angle as he started blasting her. His heavy balls were hitting her round bums whereas her breasts were swaying like pendulum with all the momentum.
The best part was that he could see her expressions in the large mirror opposite them (including her swaying breasts). He started slow and rhythmic as Richa began moaning and then gradually increased his pace. He was playing multiple tricks to keep her on the edge. He would sometimes bite on her shoulders, at times pinch her nipples or squeeze her swaying breasts hard, she was also receiving some good amount of butt slapping in between. There were occasions when he would pull Richa up and turn her neck around to kiss her lips. My wife was showing all sorts of flexibility and playing it as he wanted.
After grinding her well, he loosened up and pulled out and then turned my wife to face him. Richa wondered if he was done but he made her place one of her leg on the taps and started banging from the front while facing her."Richa stumbled a couple of times but eventually managed by holding him around his neck. He couldn’t avoid kissing her and his hands mauling her tits and twisting her nips. The pain aroused her further as she started gyrating her body to match his strokes.
It wasn’t long before both peaked for an early morning encounter and Mr. Khan emptied his load inside my wife one more time. He came in large quantity that Richa had to go down on the knees to sip the residual that was otherwise getting wasted. She left him thoroughly pleased as he asked her to soap and bathe him. Both of them cleaned each other before finally stepping out.
Her mobile was ringing - "Kay ga kutre....sakali sakali dila ki nahi Khan saheb la? " “Bitch! Have you pleased Khan saahab this morning?”, Patil Sir was on the phone as my wife answered his call sharp at 8:15 am on her cell phone. She was instructed to put the phone on speaker mode as Patil Sir wanted to talk to Khan saahab also.
“Maja aali na na Khan saheb ?, I am sure you enjoyed her all night and this morning!” he spoke from the other side as they both laughed.
"Ekdum jhakaas Patil...Tujhi election chi ticket pakki rav...Pudhlya veles parat pathavshil...ek shanivaar-ravivar karta havi ahe mala hi..Jamlas tar me majhya sobat ek Videshi Sheikh aannar"
“She was wonderful!...Your election ticket is confirmed ...Next time you come, bring her along! I need her for a weekend...I'll try to bring one of my foreigner Sheikh friend!”,
Mr. Khan responded appreciating Richa's services. She felt relieved hearing that while he continued. Finally all her efforts have been come into picture and now Patil was going to enjoy its fruits.
“Thanks for all the hospitality! We’re heading out now. She is accompanying me until nearest airport. I have to catch a flight for Dubai from Mumbai... She is yours afterwards!”, everyone in the background (including Sandesh) laughed as Mr. Khan concluded the phone call.
The Driver was driving the car while Khan had held Richa firmly in his arms on the backseat. There weren’t any hesitations or nervousness as he kept rubbing, caressing her in between. The kissing and smooching also continued for quite some time, he was licking her arms, her neck in between and off course her boobs continued to be pressed and mauled.
Overall, he wasn’t too rough during the entire 30-45-minute drive as they fast approached airport. Driver warned them of secured airport area when they were getting closer and Mr Khan quickly pushed his hand inside her kurta and pinched her nipples last time before adjusting upright. The airports are usually busy in the morning and they hit some traffic on the approach road and he seized opportunity and grabbed her closer again.
Driver parked the car as they finally reached the terminal. All of them stepped out of car quickly. and driver pulled his bag out of trunk while Khan hugged my wife tightly for the last time and also kissed her in open. Now, these scenes aren’t too uncommon on airports but Richa felt little nervous as he kissed for a long minute and also kept her pressed by pulling her over her bums. It looked little obscene and that added to her nervousness! His hand was massaging her breast right in front of everyone's eyes. Richa's blouse was open, and provided easy access to her melons.
But then, the cars aren’t allowed to wait longer so he had to leave in a couple of minutes. "I hope I did my best to please you, Huzur." - Richa uttered last sentence obediently b4 fading away from his sight.
He acknowledged and thanked her and waived good bye to Richa and disappeared into the terminus.
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