10-01-2019, 04:51 PM
Finally Mansi walked out taking small uncertain steps. Both men stared at the gorgeous hottie dressed in that skimpy outfit. She felt them almost undressing her with their eyes. She walked to the couch and sat down. She kept her legs pressed together and sideways, so Bhaskar wouldn't get to see anything more. And she hoped he would leave soon.
--
The two old men openly ogled the young woman in the skimpy red mini dress. Dutt was a little put off by how her bra straps were showing. Again, he made a mental note to buy her nicer lingerie, including strapless bras. Bhaskar sat there admiring the young hot item. He had seen the pictures but in reality, she was even more impressive. And he was tickled at how uncomfortable she seemed. Mansi for her part, sat there feeling very nervous, but also feeling a little tantalized.
"So Mansi." Dutt finally spoke up. "How is your family?"
"They are okay." Mansi was surprised at how he could make casual small talk in such a tense situation.
"Bhaskar here is also a family man."
"I am." the old guy said, still staring at her.
She just nodded, and nervously pulled the hemline of the dress down.
"You look stunning in that dress, by the way." Dutt said. "Why do you seem so uncomfortable?"
"I am not used to wearing such things." she said, pulling the top of the dress up a little to hide more of her cleavage.
"Would you like a drink to help you relax?"
"No, I am okay."
"I insist."
Soon Mansi found herself holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. She took a small sip and cringed.
"It's bitter." she said.
"Yes, but it is stronger than champagne." Dutt casually said. "Now be a good girl and drink that while Bhaskar and I finish discussing our business. So Bhaskar...about the Greater Kailash location..."
And the two men started talking about what to Mansi were strange incomprehensible things. She sat there, gradually sipping the scotch. The more she sipped, the less offensive it tasted. From never drinking in her life until a few months back, she had now worked her way up to scotch. She started feeling a little buzzed and warm as well. The two men droned out about their business, but they still kept admiring Mansi's attractive body. Bhaskar was getting more and more shameless. Mansi hoped that the discussion would end soon and he would leave.
"Alright, so it is settled then." she heard Dutt say and then he got up. Bhaskar got up too and shook hands with him.
Finally, thought Mansi, the guy will leave. But she felt disappointed when he sat right back down.
"How is the scotch?" he asked her.
"It's okay." she said, and was surprised at how slurred it sounded.
"You look gorgeous."
"Thank you." she said.
"How about you get on your knees and suck my cock?" he casually said.
That question almost shocked Mansi sober. What the hell was he saying? She stared at him wide eyed, and then looked at Dutt. Her original lover was looking at his phone as if he hadn't heard what was just said.
"Didn't you hear me? Get over here!" Bhaskar said sternly. She was surprised at the tone of his voice.
"Please don't talk to me like that." she said indignantly, still staring at Dutt who was still looking at the phone.
"Why are you being so coy, whore?" Bhaskar chuckled. "Navin has tasted you. We have shared everything since childhood. So why not you? And don't worry, I will pay you too."
He patted his wallet.
"Mansi." Dutt finally looked up from his phone and spoke. "Bhaskar just told you to do something."
"Please don't make me do this." she pleaded.
"Stop being such a frumpy old sow, Mansi."
Dutt said and got up. Approaching her, he thrust his hand up her dress and easily found her clit. As he flicked it, she squirmed. Bhaskar chuckled. She felt embarrassed. And again, she felt unable to defy the old man. Gently, he pushed her off the couch. She was kneeling on the floor.
"Here, between my legs." Bhaskar said and spread them.
An invisible force seemed to be at work as she found herself crawling towards this man she had just met. Dutt admired how alluring her ass looked under the fabric as she crawled.
"Stop acting like it is the end of the world." Bhaskar said as the young housewife kneeled in front of him. "Now, unzip my pants and take my cock out."
She looked at Dutt again, with an uncertain expression. On one hand, she felt really demeaned and violated. On the other hand, here was yet another man and yet another penis. She had until recently experienced only one. Now that she had a glimpse of the possibilities, a part of her was eager to try new things. Dutt just stood behind her and stared back.
At that moment, neither Bhaskar nor Dutt were sure if she would actually go through with it. So both were relieved when she reluctantly but on her own, reached with her hand and fiddled with the old guy's pants. She was not very experienced at this, Bhaskar could tell. So he helped her. And soon his erect dick sprung out of his pants. She looked at it. It wasn't as thick and big as Dutt's. It was roughly the same dimensions as Amar's penis, she thought. Uncertainly, she wrapped her fingers around its base. And cringed. It felt so weird.
Dutt sensed her hesitation and decided to help her along. He kneeled behind her and put his hands up her dress again. She inhaled sharply as he played with her clit.
"What are you looking at, Mansi?" Bhaskar said. "Open your mouth and suck it."
She grimaced and opened her mouth, shuddering at what Dutt was doing with his fingers. She was getting randier by the minute. She remembered the blowjob videos she had seen online. She stared at the erect dick in front of her, surrounded by salt and pepper pubic hair. Then closing her eyes, and cringing, she lowered her mouth. The penis first struck her nose, then her chin, until she finally aligned it correctly. Still holding its base, she took the tip of the cock in her mouth. But she kept her mouth open. Yes, she had given Dutt fellatio. But this ugly old man she wasn't attracted to. Dutt meanwhile was expertly stroking her clit over her panties.
"Close your lips." Bhaskar said and she obeyed.
Now the tip was in her mouth. Tentatively, she sucked it. It tasted different from Dutt's cock had. It felt saltier.
"Take your hands off and lock them behind your back." Bhaskar said. "I want to teach you the proper technique to give a blowjob. Navin said you are not very experienced at it."
As instructed, Mansi put her hands behind her back and grabbed one wrist with the other hand.
"Now, take it all the way in until my pubes are in your nose."
Cringing and feeling disgusted but also aroused, she lowered her head. The hard cock was completely in her mouth. Unlike Dutt's organ, it did not hit the back of her throat, which she was glad of.
"Alright, now suck it." he said. "And Navin, pull up her dress please."
Dutt stopped fingering her clit and slowly raised the red dress up, revealing her panties inch by inch. Mansi could not believe how casually her lover was exhibiting her to his friend. And she could not believe that his dick was in her mouth and she was sucking it.
"Take her panties off." Bhaskar said.
Mansi stiffened for a second as Dutt reached for her waistband. This was yet another boundary being crossed. Her nakedness being displayed wantonly. But she felt oddly thrilled about it. Her body relaxed and Dutt started pulling her panties down. All the while, her head was bobbing up and down on Bhaskar's crotch, sucking his dick.
"Wow, that is a nice ass!" Bhaskar sighed.
And he smiled as Mansi voluntarily raised her knees one at a time to allow Dutt to take her panties off completely.
--
Bhaskar leaned back and looked at the young housewife kneeling on the floor with his cock in her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, her open hair formed a curtain around her face and his crotch. He liked looking at their faces. So with one hand he held the hair together to the side. Every time her head went down, he could get a glimpse at her curvy naked ass cheeks. The tight red dress on her complexion looked very fetching. And she had still obediently kept her hands locked over her waist.
He watched his old friend kneeling behind her and gently fingering her clit. And Bhaskar felt very lucky to have known Navin Dutt. Thanks to him, he had gotten to share many such whores over several decades. Many were as beautiful if not more beautiful than Mansi. But there was something so deliciously forbidden about someone so orthodox and traditional being led down the path like this.
Mansi was starting to feel saliva drip out of her mouth as she kept sucking the old man's modest cock. The blowjob part she wasn't really enjoying. Her attention was focused more on what Dut's fingers were doing. Dutt was again careful not to finger her all the way to an orgasm. He kept teasing it but always pulled short. Soon Mansi's ass started swaying sideways on its own as she tried to push back against his fingers more.
"You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you?" Bhaskar said lightly but firmly slapping her cheek. "Who told you to wear this kind of a bra under this dress?"
Mansi's ears turned red at the insult and she pulled her face away from the old man's cock. She stared at him with a frown on her face.
"What the fuck are you staring like that for?"
Another slap. This time a bit harder. Bhaskar's fingers stopped. He knew he had told Bhaskar to be assertive. And he knew one of Bhaskar's fetishes was slapping women. But slapping her around like this might be a little too much. Thankfully, he hadn't slapped her too hard, not hard enough to hurt. But the symbolic and demeaning value of a slap was still evident. He was afraid Mansi might explode in anger and walk away.
And Mansi herself was thinking just about that. But Bhaskar read her expression well, and before she could react, pulled her forward by her hair. She felt his hands slip down the back of her dress. His fingers fumbled a little before they found the bra hooks. Soon her bra was loose. Before Mansi could react to what was happening, Bhaskar had pulled down the twin straps of the bra and the dress on her left arm. And then her right arm.
"Pull your arms out of this." Bhaskar said arrogantly.
Why am I obeying this stranger, Mansi wondered as she unlocked her hands behind her back, and then pulled her arms out of the straps. Yes, he says he will pay me too, but he is an ugly nasty old man who had just slapped her. Even Amar, for all his flaws, had never raised a hand on her. The slaps didn't hurt, but they still made her feel humiliated. What made her feel confused was that with every slap, she had felt an odd twinge in her loins. Like she actually enjoyed it.
--
The two old men openly ogled the young woman in the skimpy red mini dress. Dutt was a little put off by how her bra straps were showing. Again, he made a mental note to buy her nicer lingerie, including strapless bras. Bhaskar sat there admiring the young hot item. He had seen the pictures but in reality, she was even more impressive. And he was tickled at how uncomfortable she seemed. Mansi for her part, sat there feeling very nervous, but also feeling a little tantalized.
"So Mansi." Dutt finally spoke up. "How is your family?"
"They are okay." Mansi was surprised at how he could make casual small talk in such a tense situation.
"Bhaskar here is also a family man."
"I am." the old guy said, still staring at her.
She just nodded, and nervously pulled the hemline of the dress down.
"You look stunning in that dress, by the way." Dutt said. "Why do you seem so uncomfortable?"
"I am not used to wearing such things." she said, pulling the top of the dress up a little to hide more of her cleavage.
"Would you like a drink to help you relax?"
"No, I am okay."
"I insist."
Soon Mansi found herself holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. She took a small sip and cringed.
"It's bitter." she said.
"Yes, but it is stronger than champagne." Dutt casually said. "Now be a good girl and drink that while Bhaskar and I finish discussing our business. So Bhaskar...about the Greater Kailash location..."
And the two men started talking about what to Mansi were strange incomprehensible things. She sat there, gradually sipping the scotch. The more she sipped, the less offensive it tasted. From never drinking in her life until a few months back, she had now worked her way up to scotch. She started feeling a little buzzed and warm as well. The two men droned out about their business, but they still kept admiring Mansi's attractive body. Bhaskar was getting more and more shameless. Mansi hoped that the discussion would end soon and he would leave.
"Alright, so it is settled then." she heard Dutt say and then he got up. Bhaskar got up too and shook hands with him.
Finally, thought Mansi, the guy will leave. But she felt disappointed when he sat right back down.
"How is the scotch?" he asked her.
"It's okay." she said, and was surprised at how slurred it sounded.
"You look gorgeous."
"Thank you." she said.
"How about you get on your knees and suck my cock?" he casually said.
That question almost shocked Mansi sober. What the hell was he saying? She stared at him wide eyed, and then looked at Dutt. Her original lover was looking at his phone as if he hadn't heard what was just said.
"Didn't you hear me? Get over here!" Bhaskar said sternly. She was surprised at the tone of his voice.
"Please don't talk to me like that." she said indignantly, still staring at Dutt who was still looking at the phone.
"Why are you being so coy, whore?" Bhaskar chuckled. "Navin has tasted you. We have shared everything since childhood. So why not you? And don't worry, I will pay you too."
He patted his wallet.
"Mansi." Dutt finally looked up from his phone and spoke. "Bhaskar just told you to do something."
"Please don't make me do this." she pleaded.
"Stop being such a frumpy old sow, Mansi."
Dutt said and got up. Approaching her, he thrust his hand up her dress and easily found her clit. As he flicked it, she squirmed. Bhaskar chuckled. She felt embarrassed. And again, she felt unable to defy the old man. Gently, he pushed her off the couch. She was kneeling on the floor.
"Here, between my legs." Bhaskar said and spread them.
An invisible force seemed to be at work as she found herself crawling towards this man she had just met. Dutt admired how alluring her ass looked under the fabric as she crawled.
"Stop acting like it is the end of the world." Bhaskar said as the young housewife kneeled in front of him. "Now, unzip my pants and take my cock out."
She looked at Dutt again, with an uncertain expression. On one hand, she felt really demeaned and violated. On the other hand, here was yet another man and yet another penis. She had until recently experienced only one. Now that she had a glimpse of the possibilities, a part of her was eager to try new things. Dutt just stood behind her and stared back.
At that moment, neither Bhaskar nor Dutt were sure if she would actually go through with it. So both were relieved when she reluctantly but on her own, reached with her hand and fiddled with the old guy's pants. She was not very experienced at this, Bhaskar could tell. So he helped her. And soon his erect dick sprung out of his pants. She looked at it. It wasn't as thick and big as Dutt's. It was roughly the same dimensions as Amar's penis, she thought. Uncertainly, she wrapped her fingers around its base. And cringed. It felt so weird.
Dutt sensed her hesitation and decided to help her along. He kneeled behind her and put his hands up her dress again. She inhaled sharply as he played with her clit.
"What are you looking at, Mansi?" Bhaskar said. "Open your mouth and suck it."
She grimaced and opened her mouth, shuddering at what Dutt was doing with his fingers. She was getting randier by the minute. She remembered the blowjob videos she had seen online. She stared at the erect dick in front of her, surrounded by salt and pepper pubic hair. Then closing her eyes, and cringing, she lowered her mouth. The penis first struck her nose, then her chin, until she finally aligned it correctly. Still holding its base, she took the tip of the cock in her mouth. But she kept her mouth open. Yes, she had given Dutt fellatio. But this ugly old man she wasn't attracted to. Dutt meanwhile was expertly stroking her clit over her panties.
"Close your lips." Bhaskar said and she obeyed.
Now the tip was in her mouth. Tentatively, she sucked it. It tasted different from Dutt's cock had. It felt saltier.
"Take your hands off and lock them behind your back." Bhaskar said. "I want to teach you the proper technique to give a blowjob. Navin said you are not very experienced at it."
As instructed, Mansi put her hands behind her back and grabbed one wrist with the other hand.
"Now, take it all the way in until my pubes are in your nose."
Cringing and feeling disgusted but also aroused, she lowered her head. The hard cock was completely in her mouth. Unlike Dutt's organ, it did not hit the back of her throat, which she was glad of.
"Alright, now suck it." he said. "And Navin, pull up her dress please."
Dutt stopped fingering her clit and slowly raised the red dress up, revealing her panties inch by inch. Mansi could not believe how casually her lover was exhibiting her to his friend. And she could not believe that his dick was in her mouth and she was sucking it.
"Take her panties off." Bhaskar said.
Mansi stiffened for a second as Dutt reached for her waistband. This was yet another boundary being crossed. Her nakedness being displayed wantonly. But she felt oddly thrilled about it. Her body relaxed and Dutt started pulling her panties down. All the while, her head was bobbing up and down on Bhaskar's crotch, sucking his dick.
"Wow, that is a nice ass!" Bhaskar sighed.
And he smiled as Mansi voluntarily raised her knees one at a time to allow Dutt to take her panties off completely.
--
Bhaskar leaned back and looked at the young housewife kneeling on the floor with his cock in her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, her open hair formed a curtain around her face and his crotch. He liked looking at their faces. So with one hand he held the hair together to the side. Every time her head went down, he could get a glimpse at her curvy naked ass cheeks. The tight red dress on her complexion looked very fetching. And she had still obediently kept her hands locked over her waist.
He watched his old friend kneeling behind her and gently fingering her clit. And Bhaskar felt very lucky to have known Navin Dutt. Thanks to him, he had gotten to share many such whores over several decades. Many were as beautiful if not more beautiful than Mansi. But there was something so deliciously forbidden about someone so orthodox and traditional being led down the path like this.
Mansi was starting to feel saliva drip out of her mouth as she kept sucking the old man's modest cock. The blowjob part she wasn't really enjoying. Her attention was focused more on what Dut's fingers were doing. Dutt was again careful not to finger her all the way to an orgasm. He kept teasing it but always pulled short. Soon Mansi's ass started swaying sideways on its own as she tried to push back against his fingers more.
"You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you?" Bhaskar said lightly but firmly slapping her cheek. "Who told you to wear this kind of a bra under this dress?"
Mansi's ears turned red at the insult and she pulled her face away from the old man's cock. She stared at him with a frown on her face.
"What the fuck are you staring like that for?"
Another slap. This time a bit harder. Bhaskar's fingers stopped. He knew he had told Bhaskar to be assertive. And he knew one of Bhaskar's fetishes was slapping women. But slapping her around like this might be a little too much. Thankfully, he hadn't slapped her too hard, not hard enough to hurt. But the symbolic and demeaning value of a slap was still evident. He was afraid Mansi might explode in anger and walk away.
And Mansi herself was thinking just about that. But Bhaskar read her expression well, and before she could react, pulled her forward by her hair. She felt his hands slip down the back of her dress. His fingers fumbled a little before they found the bra hooks. Soon her bra was loose. Before Mansi could react to what was happening, Bhaskar had pulled down the twin straps of the bra and the dress on her left arm. And then her right arm.
"Pull your arms out of this." Bhaskar said arrogantly.
Why am I obeying this stranger, Mansi wondered as she unlocked her hands behind her back, and then pulled her arms out of the straps. Yes, he says he will pay me too, but he is an ugly nasty old man who had just slapped her. Even Amar, for all his flaws, had never raised a hand on her. The slaps didn't hurt, but they still made her feel humiliated. What made her feel confused was that with every slap, she had felt an odd twinge in her loins. Like she actually enjoyed it.
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