Thriller The Impact of Lust (Completed)

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Episode 21

Neela was tensed up but Poorvith was completely calm. He was not in the least bit flustered at the situation and that itself gave Neela a little bit of confidence.

 
“I am very serious about your sister and I promise you that I will take care of her very well,” Poorvith said calmly.
 
Poorvith, Neela and Vajendra were seated in Vajendra’s house. They had been talking for about half an hour now but Vajendra still was not convinced about Poorvith sincerity. Vajendra had happened to see Poorvith and Neela together and that was what that had led to this situation.
 
Vajendra took a deep breath before he spoke. “Maybe you are being sincere but the reality is that there is a vast difference in the status of your family and ours. You may talk out of infatuation now but in practical terms this is unlikely to work out.”
 
“No sir, I’m not a teenager to be ruled by infatuation. I have given this deep thought. I truly love your sister very much. There is no one else I would want to share my life than with her.”
 
Neela heart felt was filled with joy on hearing Poorvith’s words. She could sense the earnestness of his words she just hoped her brother could see that too. Vajendra liked the tone and the respectfulness with which Poorvith spoke. It was completely contrary to his opinion of spoilt rich brats. There was a maturity in Poorvith and he came across as an honest and responsible person. Part of his job was being able to read and assess the character of the people he was interrogating and in his judgement Poorvith seemed to be trustworthy. But what it may be his family would probably not have the same feelings towards his sister as Poorvith had feared Vajendra. Being the only son and heir to such a big business empire they surely would have different plans for him. Worse would be if they thought of his sister as a gold digger. What respect .. what treatment can she expect from his family? Vajendra was very fond of his sister and he could never bear to see her miserable in any way. He was in a dilemma. He could see that the two young people were very deeply in love. Breaking up with Poorvith would cause his sister great heartache that he would not bear to see but family situation would be beyond their control. Surely she will be un-welcome in Poorvith’s family.
 
“You are talking because of the emotional feelings you two have for each other but what if your family does not agree? We are ordinary people, if this becomes news and then somehow your family manages to separate the two of you, you would not be affected but the same cannot be said for Neela.”
 
“No, my family would never do that I assure you. You don’t know about them. They would never go against my wishes.”
 
“Poorvith, I have come across many cases involving the very rich in my line of work and let me tell you, you all operate under a different set of rules.”  This was the first time Vajendra called him by his name and that itself gave Poorvith and Neela hope.
 
“Not my family sir .. I give you my solemn promise even if they disown me no one can alter the fact in my mind that the only person who could ever be my wife is Neela. I have the education and I have the intelligence. Even without any form of support or help from my family I can run my own business successfully. I can provide your sister with a very good life.”
 
The discussion went on for a while more before Poorvith successfully convinced Vajendra to accept their relationship though not with complete conviction. “You are wrong about my family my parents are kind people and they will welcome Neela into our family with love and affection. Here let me show you my family, you yourself can see the kindness in their faces.”
 
Poorvith opened a photo of his family on his cell phone and showed it to Vajendra. Vajendra saw a distinguished looking tall gentleman who he presumed must be Poorvith father. There was a young girl who had her hands wrapped around Poorvith’s hands who Poorvoth pointed out was his sister. But the elegant looking woman was somehow familiar but Vajendra could not quite recall who it was.
 
“My mother and sister would become great friends of Neela, you just watch and see sir,” Poorvith said with a happy smile.
 
That night while trying to sleep Vajendra was mulling about the events of that day with Poorvith. It was then that Vajendra had the sudden recollection of where he had seen Poorvith’s mother. She was in the car they had overtaken and stopped to investigate near the site of Vinod’s murder. She was with a young man in the car. He had presumed at first at that time that the young man was her son which was obviously not true as her son turned out to be Poorvith as he knew now. He also recalled that he had a vague suspicion at that time that the older woman and young man could possibly be illicit lovers. Could it be that Poorvith’s mother was a woman of this type of character he thought feeling perturbed at his thoughts.
 
Lekha’s phone beeped and she took her phone to see who had messaged her. It was from Prema. It was about three in the afternoon. What is she messaging me now Lekha wondered as she opened the message she had received from Prema.
 
‘enjoyed a delirious fuck the last one hour’ was the cryptic message.
 
“The bitch,” Lekha thought to herself,” does she want to irritate and crow over me.” Thought Lekha who was slightly piqued. Prema was aware that since Vinod’s murder Lekha was not getting anything on the side and that Lekha was frustrated.
 
Since Rakesh was confirmed to be a candidate to become a member of the legislative assembly in the soon to come election he had been very busy in party matters. He had no choice, he had to be or he could easily be replaced by someone who showed more interest. He had a lot of meetings and a lot of visits to do so when he came home he was always exhausted. He was never much of a lover in the first place anyway but now whatever little satisfaction Lekha got had disappeared too.
 
“My cunt is longing to grasp a hot hard flesh ever since Vinod died and here the bitch is exulting at getting poked by someone,” Lekha thought with annoyance.
 
The next picture she received was that of a strapping young man lying naked on a bed with his love tool lying flaccid on his thigh. That it had successfully been engaging in pleasuring a pussy was evident by the little bit of after discharge dribbling on to his thigh. Even in the flaccid state it looked formidable. Even though the pic was focussed on the young man Lekha recognised the surroundings visible in the picture. It was Prema secret love nest, the one Lekha had been fortunate to use for her own sexual dalliance with Vinod.
 
“Wow, this slut is bold, she’s using the place so soon after all the trouble that just happened,” Lekha thought in astonishment.
 
Just at that time a call came on the phone, it was from Prema. “Hi Lekha, you just saw the pic of the young hunk who screwed me .. how was he?”
 
“Hey Prema .. how come you are speaking on the phone? Where is he?”
 
“I’m in the kitchen getting some juice for him, I need him refreshed for the next round. He’s laying on the bed taking a well-earned rest.”
 
“You lucky bitch, he looks delicious,” Lekha scolded her friend half in jest and half in envy.
“Heh, heh,” laughed Prema,” You saw his cock didn’t you .. how is it?”
“Oh yeah, it was mouth watering to see,” Lekha said honestly swallowing her saliva.
 
“Ha ha, I know you slut would think exactly the same way I do .. you are right it was mouth-watering. That’s why I had it in my mouth for nearly a quarter of an hour. It was so good to suck.”
 
“Prema you’re evil you know that. You’re making me so horny and I can’t do anything about it now. Today of all days my husband is coming back in a short while because of an event he wants me in because we have to do it as a couple. His party leader’s orders, otherwise I would be heading for your place.”
 
“Don’t worry my dear,” Prema said enjoying her friend’s frustration,” I have a plan for you with him.”
Hearing this Lekha perked up. “Really?” she asked her friend excitedly.
“Yes, you … and me with that stallion. A delightful threesome. I told him about you and he got excited. He said he had never fucked a politician’s wife before, so you will be his first.”
 
Lekha felt her pussy instantly getting wet on hearing this. After the elections she may not be able to risk sleeping around. It would be more dangerous to do it then but whatever she wanted to indulge in, now was the time. Moreover, Prema place was very private and had little risk of discovery. The earlier problem with Vinod was because he was a criminal. She was sure Prema’s boy toy was nothing of that kind.
 
“Thank you darling, really appreciate that,” Lekha said sincerely.
 
“No issues my dear, I would love to see you squirm in pleasurable agony as he ploughs his big cock into your pussy,” Prema teased her friend.
 
“Yeah, I can see that even when his cock had shrunk. It must have been impressive when it was standing fully erect.”
 
“You bet it was,” said a delighted Prema,” the length is good but his speciality is his girth .. it will stretch out your cunt fully.”
 
“Stop Prema .. I can’t take it anymore. I’m already leaking a lot. Don’t make me masturbate before my husband comes.”
 
Prema now spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “Lekha he’s not just packed well he knows how to use it too. You’ll find out how wonderful it would be soon enough.  
“Oh my god,” Lekha moaned involuntarily to her friends teasing.
 
“We fucked for almost an hour just now .. our foreplay itself was over half an hour. He made me come one time with that alone and when he finally shoved his massive tool inside of me I screamed in delight.”
 
“Ahhh… aaahhh…,” Lekha groaned as she listened to her friend. Her fingers were inside her saree now pinching her swollen clit.
 
“We fucked in three different styles before he filled my pussy with his hot spunk. I had already come three times before that. The third orgasm was so massive I almost blacked out.”
 
Lekha’s fingers were now furiously rubbing her pussy. “sss… oohhh….,” she groaned helplessly.
Hearing her friend masturbating excited Prema too. “I screamed out so loudly as massive spasms shook my body that if I had neighbours they surely would have heard me,” Prema whispered hoarsely to her friend.
 
“God.. god… aaahhhh….,” Lekha whimpered as she came.
Hearing this Prema laughed out loud. “How was it my dear,” she asked her friend and without waiting for Lekha’s reply she said,” Okay got to go to my lover. I want his big cock in me again, bye.” Prema cut the phone. Lekha was seated on her sofa, legs still trembling, her face still flushed from her orgasm.
 
Prema walked into her bedroom with the glass of juice in her hand. “What took you so long,” Prakash asked her.
 
Prema smiled at her lover as she spoke. “I just telling my friend Lekha about your prowess in bed … you know .. the politician’s wife. She can’t wait to get your cock inside her cunt too.”
 
Prema smiled at how Prakash’s cock jerked on hearing this. For Prakash it was delightful news. He was now going to have a stable of three horny rich housewives to service his needs. He had already fucked Mounika and Prema. Of the two Mounika was the better fuck though Prema was not too bad either. He wondered what type of fuck Lekha would be. She probably would be good too. These rich idle wives with itching cunts usually fucked enthusiastically. Prakash started sipping on the juice. At the same time Prema took his cock into her mouth and sipped the remnants of his juice still oozing from the slit on top of his glans. His cock was rapidly gaining strength in Prema’s warm and wet mouth.

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Episode 22

Poorvith was in an earnest conversation with his parents. They were surprised and slightly taken aback by what he was saying to them. As for Poorvith since his relationship with Neela was known to her brother Inspector Vajendra he felt he could not delay informing his parents about his love for Neela. Unlike some rich family playboy, he was not someone who was taking advantage of an ordinary family girl.  He was very serious about his relationship with Neela.
 
“This is all very sudden Poorith, you never gave any indication of this before, asked his perplexed father.
 
“I waited till I was sure of my own feelings before telling you this dad. You know me, I’m not one who makes any rash decisions.”
 
That’s very true Jayakar conceded to himself about his son. Though Sandhya was his pet he always had a bit of worry about her. She was the one who would rebel and go against their wishes and some of her habits and the circle of friends she had was less than savoury. But Poorvith was all he would want in a son. Intelligent, responsible, hard-working, disciplined and well behaved. Poorvith had already shown his capabilities when given important responsibilities in the business. He has shown himself to be well equipped to run the vast business organisation one day. He was also keenly aware that his son had a determined streak in him very much like himself. Once he had made up his mind you were not going to persuade him otherwise. He had hoped that Poorvith would find a girl with strong business connections but he seemed to have settled on a girl from a middle-class background.
 
“I know son and I’m not going to disrespect your feelings and emotions. I just want you to consider all aspects before you make a final decision.”
 
Poorvith was not entirely clear what his father meant and so he sought to clarify. “Why dad, I’m not able to fathom what your concerns are?”
 
Jayakar looked at his son who was looking at him with a furrowed brow. Mounika had been silent so far just observing the interaction between the father and the son. “Think about your girlfriend’s situation. Being among our circle of society could be daunting for her. You know how cynical and cruel some among our so-called friends could be. Would your Neela be able to cope? Would she be under constant stress and therefore miserable?”
 
This was the same worry Vajendra had thought Poorvith. Maybe older people with their greater experiences in life could foresee problems ahead that young people like them who are ruled by emotions could see. “No dad, you don’t know Neela. She is smart, strong of character and the thing I like most about her, her empathy and ingrained kindness to others .. and with all that beauty to match.”
 
“Really? Is she beautiful? I like to see her,” Mounika spoke now, rather excitedly.
 Jayakar smiled at his wife’s reaction. Women he thought as he shook his head. “Looks like you’ve won your mother’s approval. Okay, why don’t you bring her over soon. Let us all meet her.”
 
Poorvith smiled in happiness as he looked at his mom fondly. “Sure dad, I’ll arrange it soon as possible.”
“Let it be somewhere outside. She may get intimidated coming here for the first time,” Mounika interjected.
 
Poorvith looked at his mother gratefully. Women understand the reactions and emotions of other women better. He was very pleased his mother was making an effort to make Neela feel comfortable.
 
“Of course, I’ve told Neela that everything will happen only after Sandhya’s marriage. I hear there is something afoot there? Poorvith said, half question and half statement.
 
“Your right Poorvith. Your mom and aunty Divya are trying to match make Sandhya with Divya aunty’s son Prakash.”
 
Poorvith saw his mother smile fondly on hearing what his father said. What Poorvith didn’t know was the fondness in his mother’s face was caused on her hearing her young lover’s name. She was looking forward to lying in her young lover’s strong arms again. It had now been more than a week since she and Prakash had made love. She found herself yearning for his embrace again. She had not looked forward for sex like this since the early years of her marriage and to be quite honest even at that time not this much as she needed now. Her husband was off on one of his business trips the next day evening and that will pave the way for her and Prakash to frolic in bed once more.
 
That night when Jayakar and Mounika retired to bed Jayakar indicated he wanted sex with his wife. Normally Mounika looked forward to this once or twice a month mood for sex of her husband but now there was something better waiting for her and she was not really looking forward to it. But if she were to reject her husband’s overture it may cause unnecessary problems or even raise suspicions though that didn’t seem likely. She had to respond and so she turned around to face her husband. Jayakar looked at the still beautiful face of his wife. She had aged so well that it hardly showed he thought. He was proud that he had a wife who looked so good even at her late forties. But now the much younger faces of his ‘personal assistants’ like Shilpa was more alluring for him. On his next trip there was a very attractive executive in their overseas office called Susan who would be sharing his bed when he was there. He looked forward to that. But now he would have to do his duty as a husband. He had to take care of his wife at least once or twice a month otherwise she may get overly frustrated. What he didn’t know was his wife was never going to lack for sex anymore when he wasn’t there. She had a handsome and virile young lover who transported her to heights of delight that even he had never taken his wife to.
 
Man and wife kissed passionately as they embraced tightly while sprawling on their luxurious bed. Jayakar sucked on his wife’s still firm breast as he fingered her pussy. He got her sufficiently aroused so that she was wet enough to take in his penis. Mounika sucked her husband’s cock for a minute or two to get him into the mood to fuck quickly. He got in between his wife’s open thighs and rubbed the head of his cock on her wet slit. She took his stem in her fingers and lodged the bulbous head of his cock in her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes as her husband’s cock entered in. She gasped as she imagined it was Prakash’s thick phallus that was searing into her cunt. Jayakar felt his wife’s pussy walls grip his flesh. He imagined it was the tighter grip of Susan’s cunt that was gripping his cock. As they fucked they each imagined they were doing it with their lover rather than their spouse. Ironically this helped both of them to achieve their orgasm. But for both of them this was the trailer. The main show was awaiting them both two days later.
 
Prakash gripped Premavathi by her hair as her head bobbed up and down over his groin. He looked at her red lips gliding up and down his bulging stem, coating it with her saliva as she sucked his cock. She was an expert cock sucker with her skills honed by sucking many cocks .. exclusively young cocks. She had a finger in his butt hole as she sucked his cock. Even for a cock as thick as his she was expert enough to see that she did not scbang his flesh with her teeth. Here was a professional showing all her skills in pleasing a man with her mouth. Good as this was Prakash still liked the more amateur skills of Mounika. Was it because of how much more beautiful she was or was it because she was thought to be a faithful and unattainable wife of a business tycoon. But no matter how elegant, posh or sophisticated a woman was, in bed when in the grip of passion she was just another horny woman who would lay on her back with legs wide open crudely inviting her lover to fuck her precious tight cunt. Prema took her mouth off his cock and looked at his cock that was dripping with her saliva.
 
She looked at her lover and asked,” I’ve been sucking for almost twenty minutes now. Don’t you ever feel like coming?”
 
“No .. why do you want to stop?”
“Not really .. I’ll suck as long as you want but your cock deserves a prize for its stamina,” Prema said sexily.
“Your wet married cunt is all the prize it needs,” Prakash said teasingly.
 
Prakash referring to her cunt as married cunt gave Prema an idea. “I know what this deserves,” She said as she took of her mangalsutra from her neck. She wound the chain of her symbol of marriage around his proudly jutting cock. She stroked his cock as she said,” this strong manhood as conquered this married woman.
 
Prakash’s though immediately went to Yogeshvar. What if he could see his wife disrespecting this symbol of their marriage like this. He had seen Yogeshvar a few times and had never liked him but now he felt a tinge of sympathy for him. How unfortunate that he had got such a slut as his wife. This was why Mounika was special. She would never disrespect her husband like this. Therein was the extra kick for Prakash. A woman who would respect her husband so much but in spite of that would overcome all her reluctance and passionately make love to him and give herself wholeheartedly.
 
“Suck my cock now you bitch, I’ve a mind to take a video of this and send it to your husband.”
 
Prema stopped sucking and grinned at him. “Either his heart would burst or his cock would harden and burst out of his pants.”
“Why is Yogeshvar a cuckold,” Prakash asked.
“Don’t know .. maybe I should try to find out. Then you can fuck me as he watches us and shags off,” She laughed.
“There are no greater bitches than married bitches like you,” Prakash laughed.
“You young bucks love fucking us married bitches the way we love fucking you especially older woman like us,” Prema retorted.
“Yes, you experienced cunts are good in bed,” he said as he pulled her up to him and kissed her.
“We are, aren’t we,” Prema said as she kissed him back passionately.
 
She got on top of him and held his ramrod straight cock at the entrance of her pussy as she sat on him. “Uff, how thick you are … my pussy has never been stretched as much as this before.”
 
“But does it feel good being stretched like this,” Prakash said teasingly.
“It feels wonderful. Every wife should have a lover on the side with a cock like this. Husband’s cock for regular fun and lover’s cock for special treat once in a while.”
 
“Prema, if all women were like you then there won’t be any chaste women left.”
“Most women would want this but are too afraid to go for it. You really wouldn’t know how many women on seeing a hunk like you would wonder in their minds how it would be to get fucked by you even while they are holding their ordinary husband’s hand.”
 
“Enough talk woman, let’s fuck and make sure you bring the other bitch Lekha next week. I’ll tear both your cunts at the same time.”
 
Prema started riding him fast, breasts jangling as she heaved up and down on him. Prakash grabbed her breasts and kneaded them.
 
“Sssss… that’s it baby … suck my tits.”
 
“Ahhh… fuck me baby… harder… Ohhh..”
 
Prema came “… AArrghhhh….. “She rested a few seconds and then moved again.
“Yess… more… more…”
They were drenched in sweat now and still they fucked. She came again and could move no more.
He got on top of her and started humping her. She was aroused again. “God this hunk’s stamina,” Prema thought to herself,” he’s a real stallion.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. She had her eyes closed, her mouth was open, gasping.. whimpering… groaning… She was not aware her nails were digging painfully into his back. She was riding another wave towards its crest. He pumped hard, every now and then devouring her lips. Every time she spasmed her cunt muscles would squeeze and milk his hard flesh but still he refused to come. He was giving Prema a fuck she would never forget.
 
“No more… no more…. I can’t take it,” She surrendered,” AAAAhhhhhh……,” She came again when she thought it was not possible and finally he gushed into her with a roar. They lay there out of breath but sated and in heaven.
 
Deepa looked at the rugged man in front of her. For the first time in her life she was seeing a naked man other than her husband Gowranga. Her eyes shyly looked at his erect manhood that was soon to take her to new pleasures. She was not disappointed, what she saw pleased her. She was also shyly aware that his eyes too were taking in her nakedness. She hoped what he saw pleased him too. It had only been a week since they had exchanged numbers in that shop but she had succumbed to him so fast. What could not be denied was that she was ripe to be plucked too. What was both dangerous and exciting was is that she was going to cheat her husband in his own bed. Arun walked up to her, his erect cock swaying gently as he walked.

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Episode 23

Arun saw the lust in his boss Gowranga’s wife’s eyes as he walked towards her. She unconsciously licked her lips as her eyes were locked on to his erect cock waving in the air as he walked. Was it so appetizing for her that she longed to taste it in her mouth? He was going to fuck his boss’s wife and he was going to fuck her well. She must shudder and scream in ecstasy under him. She must become a slave to his manhood. He was going to use her to push her husband aside and take over the gang. He could use her to kill Gowranga but that could cause some problems. His boss still had connections and trusted in influential places and they may not want to deal with him if he takes over. It would be better to render him helpless without being able to do anything but be a figurehead in name only while he wielded the real power. He must make Deepa his ally. She should be persuaded to poison her husband, not to kill him, but render him helpless to move or speak. He would then run the organisation on his behalf. I will fuck his wife in front of him and he will be helpless to do anything about it he vowed to himself. That would be his revenge for Gowranga not helping him when he wanted revenge against Vinod for his brother’s death Arun thought with anger. His brother Bogan who had been so loyal to Gowranga but in return Bogan’s death meant nothing to Gowranga except for the selfish reason that it weakened his gang and affected his flow of illegal income.

 
Arun stood in front of Deepa. Her eyes were still locked on his manhood. “Take it in your hand,” he said softly.
At last Deepa looked up at his face. “You want it don’t you Deepa? Hold in in your hand .. it won’t bite you,” He said with a smile. Hearing him say this Deepa smiled too, her smile being diffident.
 
Seeing her still unmoving he took her hand in his. Her hand was slightly trembling. In this one week of chatting with her he had aroused her enough to get her to this point where she was ready to give herself to him but there was still some fear inside her. The fear was because her husband would kill her … and probably Arun too if he got to hear about this but her desire was so great she had overcome her fear to some extent. She had no guilt that she was going to betray her husband, only the fear of discovery. Arun placed her hand on his cock. Her fingers were cold made more obvious by the heat of his flesh. It indicated to Arun how much of fear she was in but she nevertheless wrapped her fingers around his cock.
 
“Shake it Deepa, it’s all yours now, do what you want with it.”
She was just holding it not doing anything, just looking at it as if mesmerised. “You’ve seen it before .. why this hesitation,” Arun said. He was referring to when she had see it on video call when they mutually masturbated as they chatted.
 
“It’s so hard,” she spoke in fascination for the time.
“That’s because of you my love, he wants you,” he said huskily.
“It’s like iron,” she repeated as if she couldn’t believe herself.
“Why isn’t Gowranga’s hard like this?”
On hearing her husband’s name being mentioned she looked up sharply at his face. She had let go of his cock.
“Deepa, don’t you want my cock. Don’t you want to fuck with me? He said crudely.
 
Arun saw her lips tremble a little. “What if he finds out, he’ll kill me.”
“Don’t worry I’m here for you, forget that arsehole.”
She flinched slightly when she heard him curse her husband so disparagingly. Whatever said and done he was the father of her kids. But then her desire conflicted with those emotions. Here was her new lover who was rock hard for her unlike her husband of fifteen years. She let him take her hand and place it on his cock again. This time she started stroking him without him asking her to do so.
 
“I want you Arun, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you here today but I can’t help being scared a little. This is a big step for me. In my fifteen years of marriage I’ve never cheated on him.”
 
“Great Deepa, then I’m your first lover then. The first cheating fuck is the best fuck you will experience.”
She smiled shyly biting her lips. Her face flushed in shyness and lust. “Yours is so hard not like…,” she stopped suddenly biting her tongue.
“Not like???” he prompted but she refused to go on.
“Not like Gowranga’s cock? Hmmm?”
She averted looking at him in embarrassment but he wouldn’t let go. “Not like Gowranga is it. Why does his cock not stand?”
 
“Chee your terrible. I’m not answering.”
“Come on don’t be shy, doesn’t his cock stand? Arun goaded her.
“No, no, it does,” she said quickly in defence of her husband.
“Then??”
After a few moments of silence, she finally said in a low voice,” It gets erect but it’s not as strongly stiff like this.”
“What a fool he is, a woman like you would make any man’s cock as hard as rock.” He wanted to drive home to her that he considered her attractive and to create a little resentment in her towards her husband.
 
The truth was she was not very attractive or anything like that. Being a mother of two kids and being in the latter part of her thirties she had put on some weight. She had a bit of a belly but she was still okay for a fuck. She had a bit of raw sexuality in her face. Probably she was good enough to arouse the sexual interest in inexperienced men in their teens or twenties but for Arun she was just an end towards a means.
 
Arun looked at the bulging mound of her pussy. There was about a two weeks growth of pubic hair there. “You’ve got a juicy pussy Deepa,” he said as her ran his finger over her slit.
“Ssssss…. Arun….oh..ohh…”
“Hmm good, your wet,” he said feeling the inside of her hole with his fingers. She moaned softly as he fingered her. Her hand on his cock tightened as lust slowly overcame her. Suddenly she grabbed him and kissed him passionately. As their lips pressed and ground against each other her tongue entered into his mouth. It took Arun by surprise that Gowranga’s wife could kiss like this. Maybe there is more hidden within her sexually waiting to be explored he thought to himself. This may turn out to be a good fuck after all. Sometimes the less attractive women tend to make up for it by their enthusiasm. Their kiss lasted a good few-minutes. Finally, when they came up for her she blushed at her own display of passion.
 
“Your tits are like ripe melons, feed it to me,” He whispered in her ear. Her hands were teasing the flesh of his chest. Instead of feeding him her nipple she started kissing him all over his chest. She ran wet lines over his flesh with the tip of her tongue before teasing his erect nipples one after the other with the sharp end of her tongue.
 
“You are full of surprises my dear, you are really hard up for sex,” Arun said to himself pleasantly surprised by her sexual skills.
She bit and sucked on his nipple making him groan in spite of himself. He wanted to be in total control but she was making it difficult for him. She started stroking his cock again as she did this making him squirm in pleasure. His boss’s wife was way better than some of the whores he had banged. When a woman was seeking pleasure for herself she tended to want to do that for her partner too. He enjoyed these pre-coital sexual ministrations from his boss’s wife for a while but he wanted more.
 
He pulled her head up and said,” That’s not where you should suck. I want your mouth elsewhere.”
It took a few seconds for her to register what he meant. Realising his want her eyelids fluttered in a mixture of desire and shyness. “You do that for your husband don’t you?” He asked hoping the answer would be negative and that his cock would be the first one to explore her mouth. But she actually did do that for her husband though infrequently maybe once in about five encounters. But now in the last four to five years their sexual mating occurs just about once in three or four months and Gowranga doesn’t even expect that from her. The sex for him seemed to be out of duty rather than any desire for pleasure. All this had led to the build-up of a huge degree of sexual frustration which was finally getting release through Arun. Without answering she slowly tongued her way down from his chest, down over his stomach till she was on her knees in front of him. His cock stood like a thick black snake ready to strike. She lovingly kissed and licked it all the while stroking it. She looked at only the second cock that was ever going to fill her mouth with deep desire. She opened her mouth wide and took his head inside her warm and wet mouth. As she moved her mouth back and forth she slowly pulled his foreskin back exposing his sensitive bud to her licking tongue. She revelled in the taste of his seeping pre-cum as she sucked his tool.
 
Arun looked at the photo of Gowranga hanging on the wall opposite him and thought to himself,” Look you son of a bitch, see how your wife, the mother of your kids, is lovingly pleasuring my cock with her mouth. The same mouth you would have kissed a thousand times is tasting my cock you bastard. Soon I’ll take over everything from you.”
 
After about ten minutes later he was on top of her driving his big rod into her moist tunnel. Each time he pushed in hard his stomach would thud against her belly. She would cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, a little pain because of little use and a lot of pleasure because of her huge need.
 
“Hhungg…. Hhunngg… Hhunngg…,fuck … fuck… faster…faster,” Deepa moaned. Her whole being was on fire. Her long neglected sexual heat was at last getting released. She held his head to her breast as he chewed on her nipple as he humped her deep and hard. After long months of frustration, it wasn’t long before she felt the enormous wave of pleasure as she reached her first orgasm. But he continued to hump her till she came again and again. She must need him from now onwards. She must want to do anything for him. He fucked her till she lay crumpled beneath him being. His hot semen was brimming in her love channel and her heart was filled with joy. He took her once more before she sent him away with a loving kiss. When she went back to her bedroom the mess that was her bed made her smile, feel a little embarrassed too at how wildly they had copulated like animals. She started cleaning up the place so as to leave no evidence of what had happened there all the while thinking of her lover who had given her immense bliss. Even if her husband was to find out and kill her it would be worth it for the ecstasy that she had just experienced.
 
The fund-raising event was going on in full swing. Most prominent businessmen were present there. Among them Poorvith, representing his father, Prakash representing his and Yogeshvar. This was organised by the main opposition party and its alliance parties. The coalition that was expected to win the next state elections so all the prominent business people were there. They made it a point to contribute to both sides of the political divide so that whoever comes to power they would still have influence with them. Among the prominent party leaders mixing with the crowd and getting themselves known to everyone were Rakesh and Lekhashree. They were both talking to Yogeshvar as he was known to them with Lekha and Premavathi being friends and all.
 
“You must really support us,” Rakesh was telling Yogeshvar,” we’ll definitely form the government soon. Yogeshvar just smiled in reply.
“Rakesh would be made a minister you know,” Lekha interjected proudly.
“Now, now, Lekha, nothing is known for certain,” Rakesh said self-deprecatingly but the smirk on his face belied that display of modesty.
“Sure, I’ll support you, after all we are all good friends,” Said Yogeshvar.
 
All of them were mingling in the large ballroom of a big hotel. Security was very tight and no uninvited guests were allowed especially the press. The few trusted staff of the hotel were strictly warned by the hotel management that nothing that happened inside was to leak out or there will be dire consequences. Hence there was free flow of liquor and cocktails in the ballroom.  The leader of the main party Mr. Maheswara, who was tipped to be the next chief minister was making his way around the guests. He stopped over to speak a few words with them.
 
After a few pleasantries he spoke as if conspiratorially to Yogeshvar. “Keep an eye on Rakesh Mr. Yogeshvar, he is going places.” Both Rakesh and Lekha beamed proudly listening to the compliment by such a prominent leader.
 
Prakash who had been observing the group walked over to them as Mr. Maheswara moved to the next group of guests. “Hello sir, how are you?” he addressed Yogeshvar.
 
It took him a few minutes to recognise Prakash as being the son of one of the prominent businessmen in the city. He vaguely remembered having been introduced to him.
 
“Oh, hi young man, how are you,” he said while desperately trying to recollect Prakash’s name.
“I’m good sir, I’m surprised you recognised me. We had only met one time really. I bet you don’t even remember my name,” Prakash smiled disarmingly.
“Guilty as charged,” Yogeshvar replied with a smile of his own.
“I’m Prakash sir,” He said as he shook Yogeshvar’s hand. In his mind Prakash thought,” You better remember the name because I had been drilling your wife the whole of the afternoon two days ago.”
“How is aunty? Is she here,” Prakash asked Yogeshvar.
“No, she’s at home. She said she was tired and wanted to rest.”
“Anything wrong sir,” Prakash asked with false concern. I’m the one who is the cause for her tiredness he laughed to himself.
“No nothing like that, she really doesn’t like these types of functions. She’s good,” Yogeshvar replied.
 
Prakash wanted to tell him,” I know she’s good, she showed it to me three times yesterday afternoon,” but all he said was “Oh I see.” He took perverse pleasure in casually chatting to the man whose wife he had been banging secretly.
“This is Mr.Rakesh and his lovely wife Mrs. Lekha. Lekha and my wife are very good friends,” Yogeshvar introduced the couple who were watching the small talk between them.
Only after hearing Lekha’s name did Prakash really observe them, especially Lekha. “So, this is the bitch Prema has set up for me to fuck in a few days-time,” He thought happily. She was a sexy bitch alright. Even though she had dressed up conservatively in a saree for this function her curves were still observable. It was going to be a pleasure fucking her.
 
Lekha off course knew who it was. She had already seen his naked body and massive tool from the pic Prema had sent her. Lekha felt her mouth go dry. Prakash shook both their hands, secretly giving Lekha’s hand a little extra squeeze. They were chatting pleasantly for a minute or two when Maheswara beckoned Yogeshvar and Rakesh over to him to meet some other people leaving Lekha alone with Prakash.
 
“Come Lekha, let’s go get a drink,” he told her authoritatively.
She followed him as if hypnotised as he walked towards a drink station. He picked up a whisky while getting her a glass of wine. She felt a strange compulsion to do whatever he said. He was the dominant and take-charge type and she reacted meekly. He adroitly moved them towards a pillar so that they were not prominently visible to others. He stood in front of her blocking the view of her for others.
 
“Prema told me all about you Lekha, you are more gorgeous than she said you are.”
Lekha did not know what to say.
“Did she tell you about the time we had two days ago Lekha? She told me she did.”
“Yes,” Lekha answered shyly.
“We had a wonderful time .. and you and I will too soon. After seeing you I can’t wait for the day,” Prakash leered at her breasts.
His boldness was disturbing but at the same time exciting to Lekha. “See what you have done to me,” He said as he pulled her hand and placed it on his bulging front.
 
Lekha was shocked and afraid someone would see but his body was blocking her from other peoples view. In that few seconds she had a measure of how big he was. He had made the cream flow from her pussy. Prakash enjoyed seeing her discomfort. This politician’s wife was itching for another person’s cock so why should she be shy he said to himself.
 
“Please, someone might see,” She pleaded to him.
He let go of her hand after a few seconds but before that, without her conscious will Lekha had squeezed his cock before realising what she was doing unconsciously.
“Give me your phone,” He said as he took her phone and dialled his number and gave a missed call.
At that time Lekha looked over his shoulder to see her husband looking around for her.
“Quick, I’ve to go, he’s looking for me,” She said as she grabbed her phone from him and quickly joined her husband.
 
Prakash was casually walking around when Poorvith joined him. They had been introduced but had not really spoken but now Poorvith was aware that he could potentially be his brother in law.
 
“Hi Prakash, fancy seeing you here, didn’t uncle come? Poorvith asked smiling friendlily.
“No, he couldn’t make it, he is having a very important meeting, so I came on his behalf here.”
“Same situation for me too, my dad is on one of his overseas trips so I have to endure this tedium,” Poorvith volunteered.
“I know, that’s why your mother is coming to my condo tomorrow and I’m going to fuck her brains out,” Prakash smiled within himself.
Poorvith felt a little awkward in the situation. Hesitantly he asked Prakash,” I hear that our parents are keen to see your betrothal with my sister Sandhya. I hope you are not being coerced into this in anyway?”
 
Prakash laughed out loud. “No chance of that. No one can force me. I’m honestly willing to give it a try. I’ve gone on a date twice with Sandhya. We seem to get along. Let’s see how it goes.”
 
Poorvith was relieved to hear this. “That’s good. Sandhya is a little spoilt but she’s a good person,” Poorvith played his role as an elder brother by vouching for his sister.
 
Prakash looked at Poorvith relieved face. He could see the resemblance to Mounika in his face. “If your sister is half as good as your mother is, in bed I’ll have no complaints,” Prakash thought to himself.
 
“Your sister and I are getting along quite well and I think there will be good new soon.”
“I’m so glad you two are getting along well,” Poorvith said happily.
“Not as well as how your mother and I are getting along my dear future brother in law,” Prakash thought,” before your father come back your mother’s pussy is going to be sore.”
This evening had gone on well Prakash said to himself, I’ve chatted with three men where I’ve been fucking the women in their family, or in Lekha’s case going to fuck soon.

[BukkaaReddy]

Pls Don't mind me asking this, Can we have great in-detail lovemaking session b/w Prakash-Monika since he said in mind, ur mom tmrw coming to my Condo.
Or Prakash-Lekha Since he took her no.

[Ananthukutty]

Super interesting

[sakshisanthosh143]

Superb

[fuckandforget]

Good one

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Pls Don't mind me asking this, Can we have great in-detail lovemaking session b/w Prakash-Monika since he said in mind, ur mom tmrw coming to my Condo.
Or Prakash-Lekha Since he took her no.

I will be writing that but not in the next update but in the following one. 

Super interesting

Superb

Good one

 Thank you.

[game40it]

Episode 24

There was a deep discussion going on between DCP Paul, ACP Dharana and Inspector Vajendra.

 
“Are you sure about this?” DCP asked his two subordinate officers.
“Yes sir, we are pretty sure. There’s something going on between Arun and Gowranga’s wife,” Dharana replied.
“Okay but can you say that with absolute certainty?”
“If you put it that way we can never be one hundred percent certain unless we can actually confirm seeing Arun and Gowranga’s wife engaging in sexual activity but apart from that all indications are that they have become sexually intimate.”
“You can get cybercrime to pull out the records of conversation or messages between the two of them can’t you? Asked Paul.
“I’ll need your authorisation on that sir,” replied Inspector Vajendra.
“Okay, I’ll see that you get it.”
 
“How did you come upon this information?” DCP asked.
It was Dharana’s turn to elaborate on how they stumbled on to this piece of news. “I have ordered surveillance of Arun’s activities for sometimes now sir.”
DCP Paul looked at him in puzzlement. Why had Arun on his own had become so important that someone was detailed to track just his activities rather than the activities of the whole crime organisation.
Understanding the look on his superior officer’s face Dharana hastened to explain. “I have a hunch that it was Arun who masterminded the killing of Vinod and hijacking the drug deal from Balveer.”
“That’s interesting go on.”
 
“All this indicated that Arun’s ambitions were much more than to just be a henchman for Gowranga, so I decided that we needed to keep an eye on him as something seemed to be brewing.”
“Were you of the opinion that Arun wanted to take over from Gowranga?” Asked Paul.
“Yes sir, that was my thinking.”
“That could turn out both ways if it was true. Either it would happen smoothly without much of a power struggle or it could turn out to be a bloody mess,” DCP Paul thought out aloud.
“Exactly sir, that’s what I thought too.” ACP Dharana thought process had been the same as that of his boss.
“I felt we had not paid adequate attention to him. If as I thought he had masterminded both Vinod’s death and the heist then he was way smarter than what we had given credit for.”
 
“And it looks like you were right weren’t you,” DCP Paul said with a wry smile.
Dharana smiled in return. “But even I didn’t expect this development between Gowranga’s wife and Arun.”
“What is the woman’s name?”
Dharana referred to his notes to confirm before replying. “Deepa sir. Arun must be wanting to use her to get to Gowranga because I don’t think he would have been attracted to her otherwise.”
“Why? Is she ugly or anything like that?”
 
“No sir you can’t say that. She must have been a fairly good-looking woman in her younger years but now she has become a little plumb and her looks has faded somewhat in her late thirties but she is what you would say just okay.”
“This Arun is younger isn’t he,” mused DCP Paul aloud.
“That’s true, If, he just wanted sex he could have easily got better looking and younger women. I think he plans to use her to get to Gowranga.”
“Continue what you are doing. Maybe we can cripple the gang and at the same time get Vinod’s killers as a bonus.
After further discussion between them both Dharana and Vajendra saluted DCP Paul and left.
 
“He did what?” Prema said as she felt a stirring in her loin.
“What did you tell him about me? He was so direct and bold,” Lekha exclaimed having still not got over what Prakash had done.
“Nothing much. Just that you were very much like me, a frustrated housewife who longs for a thick and long piece of meat to take us to rapture. In return he can feast on your body the way he did on mine.”
“I nearly died in fright. That rascal could have got me into a lot of trouble,” Lekha shuddered recalling the events of that evening. Her husband was lying in bed beside her in a drunken stupor, snoring loudly. He was in no position to listen to his wife’s conversation with Prema.
“Did you hold his cock when he pressed your hand on his groin?” Prema asked completely ignoring Lekha’s complaints.
“What I am saying what are you asking,” Lekha grumbled at her friend.
“Forget that, nothing went wrong did it? Now how did his cock feel when you squeezed it?”
 
Lekha recollected how his erect flesh felt in her fingers. She shuddered again thinking back about that but this time in arousal rather than fear. “God he was big,” was what she blurted out.
“He was, wasn’t he,” Lekha could imagine her friend leering as she said this. “You should see it up and live, ready for action. Just the sight can make your pussy leak.”
A sexually well packed man was not something new to Lekha. Vinod too was like that but she also remembered what ecstasy that big pole gave her and listening to Prema, Prakash was also of the same breed.
“He told me that you and he had a fantastic time in your cottage. He said you two did it three times. What stamina he must have.”
“Stamina and skill, that’s my Prakash. He leaves a tingling feeling in your cunt even after he has pulls out his sweet pole,” Prema laughed throatily.
“You enjoyed it a lot didn’t you?” Lekha said as her fingers slid down her body to her pussy.
 
Prema enjoyed making Lekha hot. She must make Lekha a slave to illicit sexual pleasures. If as expected her husband becomes a minister in the next state government then having a minister’s wife under her control could be useful both to her and her husband. They could use that to increase their own wealth. Everyone ultimately had their own selfish motive. One of the prime weaknesses for people in power seems to be sex. These sexual machinations had a dual purpose, one was personal pleasure and the other using that to achieve power or wealth.
 
“Lekha he is an animal in bed. He will fulfil all your fantasies you can be sure about that.”
Prema smiled as she heard a small moan escape from Lekha’s lips. She must be fingering her cunt now thinking of Prakash she thought to herself. I have to get her together with Prakash as soon as possible but first I have to set up a hidden camera to record everything she decided. It has to be set up well. It has to clearly show Lekha’s face as her lips are wrapped around Prakash’s thick tool. It should show her pussy totally being stretched by that massive girth of his love pole. Most importantly it should show Lekha’s expression as his cock ploughs into her. That agony like ecstasy expression would unmistakably show whoever was watching that the woman getting fucked completely under the control of her lover. Imagine if it was known that the woman being fucked by her lover was a minister’s wife, the video itself would be worth a lot of money. But her interest was not in such small stakes.
 
“I’ve planned for us to get together with Prakash for the coming week. Another thing when you come, come in a saree. You attire and make up should show that you are a married woman.”
 
Lekha was a bit puzzled by this. “I don’t quite get you Prema.”
“I mean you have to have your mangalsutra on, don’t take it off and leave it at home. Make sure you have vermillion on the parting of your hair, toe rings … basically the works.”
“Why Prema, why all this?”
“He is into married women (in a way literally Prema thought with a laugh, he liked to push his cock into willing married women), he gets inspired when he fucks women like us.”
Actually, Prakash did not request or expect anything like that but Prema wanted to establish what type of women is fornicating with a man in the video.
“Okay Prema,” Lekha said a little apprehensively,” Would it be safe Prema. He won’t blabber about us anywhere would he?”
 
“Be cool girl, he comes from a very big family. He would want his affairs to be discreet too, so don’t worry.”
“Okay I trust you Prema. You know best.”
“That the spirit, you know I’ll be there for you. Also be ready to suck for a long time till your jaw aches.”
Lekha felt a little shiver run through her on hearing this. “Why? Can he last a long time?”
“Oh boy can he … I sucked and sucked and all it did was get his cock to become bigger than it already was but he showed no sign of coming.”
Lekha started frigging herself faster. “Don’t worry .. I’ll manage.” Her voice came in gasps now. A man with huge sexual stamina and capacity was not new to Lekha, her departed lover Vinod was of the same ilk.
Prema was sure now that Lekha was fingering herself and by her gasping it seems she was very close to her orgasm. Now to just push her over the edge.
“When he shoves his cock in your pussy it would feel like he is slamming into your stomach and you’ll see stars. He’ll hump you till you come two or three times before he shoots his load into you.”
“Ahhmmm…..” This time Lekha groan was quite loud. Prema smiled at hearing her friend enjoy her self-induced orgasm.
 
“I missed you darling … muah..” Mounika gave a big wet kiss through the phone.
“Likewise, here baby, muah..” Prakash kissed back.
“It’s already passed two sweetheart. Have to sleep now and be fresh for you tomorrow my love. I can’t wait to be in your arms again,” Mounika said huskily.
“I can’t wait too. I can’t believe I’m going to have you the whole day tomorrow,” Prakash said.
“Yes, I know,” Mounika said happily,” We’ve not made love for more than a week and I need you badly. A few hours are not going to be enough so I’ve given an excuse at home that I’m occupied the whole day tomorrow.
“Thank you baby, a few hours are not enough for me too, I’ve been yearning for you too much.”
 
“My poor baby, I’ve starved you for too long,” Mounika cooed lovingly. She was blissfully unaware that her young lover’s needs had been taken care off by another horny rich housewife. “I must really make it up to him, do anything he asks,” she said to herself.
“Mounika, my voluptuous sex goddess, I have another rule for tomorrow.”
“What is it?” She asked excitedly. She knew it would be something arousing.
“Once we are in my Condo there won’t be any clothes on us for the whole day. We will be completely naked till we leave my place.”
Mounika blushed red on hearing this. “I’ve never done anything like this Prakash, not even with my husband. I don’t know if I could remain like that the whole day, I’ll feel too shy.”
“Nothing to be shy between the two of us. I’ll be naked too … and you will have a task.”
 
“What task?”
“Whenever you see my cock getting erect it would be your task to see that my erection come down and let me tell you it would stand up at least five or six times tomorrow.”
Good god, what a virile animal he is and what stamina he has got she thought as her body trembled in excitement and anticipation. He had literally promised her that he will fuck her at least five to six times tomorrow. She had never had sex that many times in a day in all her married life. The most her husband had made love to her in a night was three times when they were newly married. That too that had happened only once.
“You are terrible you know that, I don’t think I can manage so many times.”
“Yes, you can darling, each time we fuck it would be heaven, I promise you,” Prakash whispered throatily.
Mounikla had a good sleep that night, her dreams filled with images of she and Prakash thrashing around naked in his bed. The dream of that night became a reality the next day.

[sakshisanthosh143]

Superb