Turn around of shy wife

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Rehana got a call from Saleem who was in Dubai on business asking her to go to Bangalore and he told that he has kept some place in Bangalore which he had brought it long time back, and now that place has developed a lot and he asked her as she was not busy these days and kids have grown up a bit , he wanted her to get hold of some good construction people and good architect, and make a good rental income earning for the family 

Rehana ; but I don’t know anyone in Bangalore honey as you say I have lot of time no work as you say I can go to Bangalore to develop that property 

Saleem : as far I remember you had one friend by name Mukta , she was your collage mate , you can stay with her until the project takes off and then I will be back in two months time I will take over the project from there 

Rehana : my god you have a wonderful memory honey . you are right I wanted to meet her from long time she is now she is also working ina big construction company, she can be of lot of help to us and I cannot go and stay in a hotel for such a long time

Saleem : I don’t want you to stay in hotel too and I know if you stay in hotel all the staff of the hotel will fuck you 

Rehana : shut up you know me well

Saleem : I know you honey so tell me who are you fucking these days , I know your cunt after Amit’s training cannot stay for long without a lund

Rehana: you know me well honey you are responsible for me to get like this , any how there is one young boy names Ravi he is Salman’s class mate and you know he is staying with us in our home he is a poor guy and Salman wanted to help him so I have made him stay with us
Saleem : nice thing you did , is he poor down there too

Rehana : no he is good down there much much better then you and he know how to take care of me ,but I am now worried about their exams coming so soon, I also wanted to get away from them so they can concentrate on their studies then fucking me , now you are asking me to go to Bangalore so I will mail me the details of the project I will leave on Monday 

Rehana did not have any relatives in Bangalore , she remembered her friend Mutka and she knew that Mukta was such a nice lady ,who used to study with her in collage and was married and settled with a rich family of Gupta’s in Bangalore were in a posh area of Sadashivnagar, she called up her friend and told her she wants to stay in their house till her work is done in Bangalore 
Prasad Gupta was a 20-year-old college student, just recently arrived home for the summer. He’d been your typical in collage, cocky and popular. He still spent a fair amount of his free time in the gym, either working out.

Home for Prasad was a rich-class suburb, which he shared with his working mother, Muktha. For the next month, he also shared it with Rehana Khan, his mother’s best friend. Mrs. Khan, at 38 years of age, was quite attractive, with long, wavy black hair locks, a little bit of baby fat spread here and there about her body, and a nice, big squeezable ass. But her nicest feature was her 36-D tits, not quite as firm as they once were, but still worth a second look. Or a third.

Rehana was staying with the then while she had come to this new town as she did not want to stay in a hotel ,as she had come to Bangalore to sell one of her properties , it was taking more time for getting the latest tax paid documents of the property so she stayed with her friend, as Saleem was busy abroad

There was nothing awkward about the three of them living together for the month, at least not until Mukta was called out of town suddenly for a weeklong business trip.


It was Wednesday afternoon. Rehana Khan had finished her work in the revenue office and came back in t he afternoon couple of hours early. She pulled into the Mukta’s driveway at about 3:30 and parked next to Prasad’s car. Entering the house through the front door, she set her purse down on the foyer table, kicked off her shoes and called out to Prasad. There was no answer.

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She made her way to the kitchen and called for him again, and again there was no response. She stood quietly for a moment and listened. She could hear music coming from the direction of Prasad’s bedroom. Not the music you’d expect someone of his age to be listening to, but more of a moody, new age type music that had a strangely hypnotic flow to it.

She headed down the hallway towards Prasad’s bedroom to tell him she was home. When she got there, she found his door standing slightly ajar. “Prasad,” she called one more time, pushing the door open slowly. When there was still no answer, she got concerned and entered the room. 

The lights in Prasad’s room were turned off and the window shade was drawn, leaving the room in an eerie glow, not quite light, but not quite dark. The hypnotic rhythms of the music quietly filled the room. And on the bed lay Prasad, spread out on his back, naked, slowly stroking his massive almost so fair and shaved huge thick erection in rhythm to the music.

Rehana gasped quietly as she took a step backwards, bumping into the wall. She looked at the sight before her. Prasad’s eyes were closed as he continued to stroke himself, apparently oblivious to her presence. 

She stood like a statue, rooted to the floor, knowing she should leave, yet unable to take her eyes off the sight before her, unable to look away from the beautiful young cock, or the naked young man it was attached to.

She watched as Prasad began stroking himself with more urgency, arching his hips in harmony with his pounding fist. She could feel her own excitement building as she watched the sight before her.

She screamed at herself – Leave, leave now, before he sees you. - But she just stood there, riveted to the floor, unable to move as she struggled in vain to calm her own urges.

And then it was too late. With a sudden surge of hips against fist, he began to cum, spewing his semen all over his stomach. And as he came he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, staring at him. And with his eyes locked onto hers, he continued to cum.

Finally, Rehana tore herself away and dashed from the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her. She found herself in the kitchen, unsure of what to do next; not knowing whether she should leave the house, go to her room, or go and apologize to Prasad. As a result, she just stood there, confused, yet unable to deny the excitement that was coursing through her veins, and unable to get the picture of that young, rigid cock out of her mind.

And then she heard the creaking noise of a door opening. She stood there, riveted to the floor, and listened to the footsteps as they moved slowly down the hall. She noticed that she was shaking nervously as Prasad rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, wearing only his sweat pants.

“Oh Prasad, I’m so sorry I walked in on you. I called out, but you didn’t answer. I was worried,” she gushed. “I’m so sorry.” But while she spoke, Prasad locked his eyes on hers and moved slowly towards her.

“Prasad, please don’t be mad,” she said, backing away from him slowly as he continued to approach. She caught herself looking at him, at his young, muscular chest and arms, at his firm, six pack abs. She forced her eyes away from him while she continued to retreat from his slow, steady approach. He was maybe 10 feet away from her when she backed into the wall by the kitchen counter. When she looked at him again, what she saw made her gasp. What she saw was no longer her best friend’s son, but a young man, a very handsome and well-built young man. And a young man who was looking at her in the same way a wild animal would look upon its prey.

“Prasad,” she gasped. “What are you doing?” But he ignored her as he closed the gap between them to 5 feet.

“Prasad, please stop,” she pleaded. But still he came on, not stopping until he was inches away from her.

“Please don’t,” Rehana whispered. But there was no conviction in her voice, and they both knew it.

Prasad placed the palms of his hands on the wall on either side of her head, and looked down at her. As Rehana returned his gaze, he began lowering his mouth towards hers. As his lips inched closer to hers, she stood there, paralyzed, like a deer caught in an automobile’s headlights.

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And when his lips finally reached hers, she offered neither resistance nor encouragement. Instead, she stood there in wide-eyed shock, still not quite comprehending how she’d let events reach this stage. Instinctively, like they had a mind of their own, her lips parted just enough to allow his tongue to enter. She felt his tongue searching for hers, and she felt her eyes beginning to close as her own tongue began to seek out his.

Suddenly he withdrew his lips. Opening her eyes quickly, she looked at him. Her look was one of utter confusion, part of her knowing that this was wrong and that she should leave before it was too late, and part of her desperately wanting to taste the forbidden fruit of his youth.

It became clear which side had prevailed when she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long to feel the touch of his lips, to feel his tongue pressing its way into her mouth and beginning its passionate dance of lust with hers. She felt his hands grab her shoulders, massaging them from the base of her neck to the top of her arms. 

His hands didn’t linger long on her shoulders, moving instead down her chest to her breasts, and grabbing them firmly through her blouse and bra over her chiffon saree. She heard herself moaning into his lips as he squeezed her tits, as he mashed them into her chest, all the while keeping her pinned to the wall.

He kept up his assault on her bosom for some time, firmly, even roughly manhandling her. And then, abruptly, he withdrew his hands from her breasts. Without releasing her lips from his, he slid his fingers and removed the pallu of her saree from her shoulders allowed it to fall and then slid the fingers inside her blouse, grabbed hold of the material, and ripped it open.

The move was so sudden, so unexpected that it startled Rehana, causing her to open her eyes, gasp and jerk her lips away from his. But when she looked at him, she understood. She understood that he was in control, and that she was going to do whatever he demanded. Just the thought of surrendering herself completely to this young man was almost enough to make her cum. 

He paused only long enough for the reality of the situation to sink in, before moving his lips back towards hers. This time, however, she didn’t just wait for him. This time she thrust herself at him, completely giving in to the power of her lust. As they kissed, she felt his hand working on her blouse, slowing peeling away the tattered remnants of the once beautiful garment until it lay strewn across the floor.

After a moment he broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. She felt his hands slide between her back and the wall, and ease towards the clasp of her lacy netted bra. She stood there, neither helping nor hindering, allowing him do whatever he wanted, at whatever pace he chose.

Momentarily, the clasp was undone and the bra straps lay dangling at her sides, their cups no longer offering support to her mounds. As they continued to look into each other’s eyes, his hands found their way to the shoulder straps, eased them off her shoulders, and cast the no longer wanted bra aside.

As she looked into his eyes, Rehana felt neither regret nor remorse. In their places, she felt lust. Pure animal lust. She stood before this man nearly 20 years her junior, both of them naked from the waist up, and could think of only one thing. Sex. The harder, the better.

She stood there as his hands moved to the navel and down to her slit of the saree which was holding on to her tummy and pulled the saree off her waist and it fell down as a bunch of cloth on the floor. With one quick move, the string of the petticoat was pulled and the petticoat too fell of her fleshy smooth fair thighs, he moved his hands to the sides of the hips and began easing the panties they concealed over her hips and down her legs.

She felt the garments fall until they bunched up around her knees. The look in his eyes told her to finish what he had started. She moved to comply, but with her back to the wall and him only inches in front of her, she found it difficult to shimmy the petticoat and panty down the rest of the way without rubbing her breasts against his chest, and her pelvis against his concealed erection.

And when her nakedness was complete, she saw the first hint of a smile on his face as his hands returned once again to her big fair soft breasts, tugging on the erect nipples, flicking them roughly with his fingers, and then squeezing the heaving mounds. While his right hand lingered on its newfound prize, his left hand slid slowly down her stomach to her already flowing pussy, pausing only briefly to discover her belly button. He inserted his fingers easily into her wetness, exploring her shaved cunt while he kept her back pressed firmly against the wall. He watched her squirm as he toyed with her, hearing her moans of pleasure growing in intensity she was scremaning “oooooooooooooooHHHHHHHyesssssssssssssss I am cumiingggggg my goddddddddddddddddd”as she thrust herself wantonly against his hands.

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Just as she neared her orgasm, he withdrew his hand from her pussy and released her tits. He reached behind her head, grabbed hold of her wavy black hair, and pulled her body roughly against his own. He smiled at her as he held her firmly against his chest. But it was not like the smile one lover gives to another. It was more like the smile a superior gives to a subordinate – or a master gives to a slave. And as she looked upon that smile, Rehana felt her knees buckle slightly and her body shiver as a small orgasm washed over her.

She felt herself being thrust across the room to the center island - a waist high counter, roughly 3’ x 5’ in size, that occupied the center of the kitchen floor. 

“Bend over and put your elbows on the counter,” Prasad demanded. Mrs. Rehana Khan complied instantly. Prasad surveyed his conquest slowly as she held her position, standing a foot or so from the counter, bent at the waist so that her elbows could reach the counter top, with her big fair breasts hanging beneath her and her ass on full display. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly over her back, her buttocks, and her thighs as he examined her. He dipped two fingers into her still dripping pussy, rotated them inside her, and withdrew them. He then moved closer to the counter and held his fingers before her face.

Rehana looked briefly at the fingers in front of her, and then at Prasad. Returning her gaze to his fingers, she leaned forward, took them into her mouth, and sucked them until she’d cleaned all of her juices from them. And then she looked back towards Prasad, seeking his approval, only to be met by that same, controlling smile.

She watched Prasad as he moved to the far end of the island and rummaged through one of the drawers. After getting fucked by young lunds like that of Amit , then her own son Salman and his friend Ravi she was not only addicted to big lunds and her pussy gets wet whenever a young lund come near her and she stated liking all kinds of sex submissive kinky dominant/submissive relationship. Yet when Rehana saw Prasad pull a long, wooden spatula from the drawer, she knew instinctively what was to come. And with that knowledge came fear. Fear of the pain he could inflict. Fear that he wouldn’t stop. 

But strangely enough, with that knowledge also came a level of excitement that she’d experienced before. The excitement of surrendering herself completely to another. The excitement of allowing this young man to dominate her in ways that she was only now beginning to comprehend.

Slowly, he made his way back behind her. She made no move to escape.

Prasad ran the spatula gently over the naked body before him, starting near the shoulders, trailing down the back, over the buttocks, and down the thighs. He then ran the utensil up her stomach, slapping it lightly against her hanging breasts.

“You shouldn’t have watched me masturbate,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry, Prasad,” Mrs. Rehana blurted out, instinctively raising her body and turning towards Prasad. “I couldn’t help . . .”

WHACK! Rehana gasped at the fierceness of the unexpected blow to her ass. “Elbows back on the counter,” Prasad demanded harshly! Rehana quickly returned to the appropriate position, biting her lower lip lightly to fight the stinging sensation emanating from her butt.

“From now on, you will only speak when you are spoken to,” he explained. Do you understand?”

Rehana nodded her head, still biting on her lower lip. WHACK! Another blow landed on her big fair ass cheeks. “I expect you to address me with “yes sirs” and “no sirs,” Prasad demanded. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Rehana responded, struggling to hold back the tears. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“That’s better,” Prasad responded with a gentleness that hadn’t been present before. “But still, you were wrong to watch me masturbate, weren’t you?” he prodded gently.

“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I was wrong.”

“And for that, you need to be punished.” 

Rehana held her position, knowing a response from her was not wanted. The pain from the two blows was starting to subside, leaving just a small stinging sensation to remind her of them.

WHACK! WHACK! Rehana cringed as the blows rained down upon her exposed huge ass, biting her lower lip and clenching her eyes closed.

WHACK! WHACK! This time the blows fell on the backs of her thighs, causing her to drop her head to the countertop. It took every ounce of self-control she could muster to stand there and take the punishment without screaming out. 

But somewhere deep inside of her, she could feel an excitement building, feeding itself on the degradation she was going through. 

WHACK! WHACK! The blows fell on her ass again, but this time, the pain was less intense, overpowered somehow by the excitement she was feeling.

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WHACK! WHACK! The back of the thighs again. This time, however, it was all she could do to keep for screaming for more, as the excitement that grew from her humiliation completely consumed her.

And then the blows ceased. Rehana held her position, gasping for breath between whimpers as she struggled to deal with the wide range of feelings she was dealing with, both physically and emotionally. 

“Look at me!” Prasad demanded suddenly. 

Rehana moved quickly to obey, lifting her head and turning towards his voice. And what she saw was Prasad, in all of his glory, as naked as the day he was born. Her eyes were drawn immediately to his manhood, standing erect and proud, 9 inches of beautiful, young cock. Just the sight of it caused tremors of excitement to strike her pussy.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asked.

She hesitated momentarily before answering. “Yes sir,” she replied meekly. “Oh no. You’ll have to ask much nicer than that if you want me to fuck you,” Prasad responded. “In fact, you’re going to have to beg me.” He moved closer to her ass and began to gently caress what had just recently been the target of his attacks.

Rehana moaned softly at the gentle caresses, forgetting, for the moment, the pain that had only recently overwhelmed her.

“Well?” Prasad said, breaking her revelry.

“Please sir, “she stammered. “Please sir, I want you.” “what do you want Rehana tell me bitch “
“ I want to get fucked by your big lund , I want you to fuck your mother’s best friend with your big un cut lund”

She gasped audibly as she felt his hand move from her ass to her pussy, and as she felt his fingers sliding into the folds of her cunt. “Oh yes,” she sighed, wiggling her ass towards his hand as the pleasure mounted. And as he continued to dig his fingers into her pussy, she could feel the excitement beginning to build deep within her.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” she burst out suddenly, a desperate edge in her voice. “Please fuck me. Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me. fuck me like a whore”

She felt his free hand grab hold of her soft big fair tit and squeeze, as his other hand dove deeper yet into her pussy. She heard moans of pleasure, unaware that they were coming from her. “Please,” she begged again.

“Are you ready to give yourself to me?” he asked, not letting up on his assault. “100%. Body and soul?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes! Anything! Just fuck me, now!”

With that, Prasad removed his hands from her tits and cunt, slid behind her, and with one giant thrust, rammed his enraged cock deep inside of her.

Rehana screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”as his cock entered her, erupting in orgasm almost immediately. She collapsed forward onto the island until her tits and tummy mashed against the kitchen table granite top, her thighs against the sides of the table.

And as she lay there, defenseless, Prasad pounded his meat into her, hard and deep. She felt more orgasms crash over her body, one after another until, mercifully, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOh Bosdikey Maderchoodddddddd harami teri maa ki dost ko chod aur joor say chodd yessssssssssss fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee iam a cumming bosdikeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”she felt him explode within her.

As the last of his cum flooded into her, she felt Prasad collapse on top of her. They lay there for some time, a small mass of sweaty, exhausted humanity gasping for air.

Finally regaining some of her senses, Rehana awakened to the feel of hands softly caressing her fanny. “Mmmm,” she moaned softly, still lying atop the kitchen table.

WHACK! WHACK! She jumped instantly to her feet as the unexpected pain engulfed her ass. Turning, she saw Prasad in front of her, dressed once again in his sweatpants, a big grin on his face.

“I just thought I would remind you who’s in charge around here,” he explained, unable to remove the grin from his face.

“Yes sir,” Rehana responded as a smile found its way to her lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Rehana , leaned back in chair, gently tapping her pencil against the desk as she stared at the comings and goings in the parking lot below her second story window. For the past hour, she'd sat there, daydreaming, rehashing the events of the previous week in her head.

It had been seven days since she'd accidentally walked in on Prasad , the 20-year-old son of her best friend, while he masturbated. Seven days since she'd been riveted to the floor, unable to move, unable to draw her eyes from his young, hard body. Seven days since he'd seen her watching. And seven days since he'd taken control of her life.

And it had been five days since Prasad's mother, Muktha, had returned home from her mother’s place.The five days since Muktha's return had been hell on Rehana. She couldn't very well tell her friend that she was fucking her 20 year old son, or, nearer the truth, that her son was fucking her. That he was fucking her any-time, any-place and any-way he wanted, and she was only to eager comply, only too eager to be his wanton little slut.

Muktha's return home had rocked their boat a bit. But in a strange way, it had also served to intensify the eroticism of the situation. Anytime he thought he could get away with it, Prasad would command Rehana to lift her saree and bend over. And he would fuck her hard, leaving her wanting as often as not, treating her as no more than a piece of meat whose sole reason for existence was his pleasure. But those brief moments of submission only seemed to intensify Rehana's desire for him, making the couple of occasions when they didn't have to hurry, when she could truly give herself to him, utterly amazing.

But Rehana wanted more. She wanted Prasad all to herself, if only for a night. And it looked like she just might get her wish. The next day in the morning they had to go to the architect place for finalizing the drawings, the architect’s office was in Mangalore, and they had to travel by car, she requested Prasad to take her in the car ,he agreed but told her that she has to dress the way he wants, 
At Prasad's direction, Rehana was dressed in a light blue chiffon saree a black petticoat and the saree just below her navel and tight on her big hips inside a black panties, high heels, and a sleeveless white blouse that left about lot of her tummy exposed and showed most of her cleavage . And no bra. Other than the toe ring that branded her as his property, she wore no jewelry at all. They left in the Prsad’s car ,as they approached the main high way ,she was still not sure whether she wanted to do this ,what Prasad wanted was something which she had never done before in her life 

"Well," Prasad said. "I'm waiting!"

"Yes sir," Rehana answered hurriedly. "I'm sorry, sir." In very short order, she had took her saree of her body unbuttoned the blouse and unwrapped the saree, and slid off her panties.

"Lift your ass," Prasad ordered.

"Yes sir."but don’t you think this is not the right place to do such thing while driving you may get distracted
“But I told you I will come with you only if you agree to do the way I want you ,you have no choice but do the way I want, you will enjoy it showing off your sexy body to other’s too’’Prasad said

As Rehana lifted her big ass, Prasad pulled her saree and the petticoat out from under her and tossed it into the back seat, leaving her clad in the white blouse and high heels only. "Very good. Now recline your seat back all the way down," he instructed. "I want you to masturbate for me."

"Yes sir," Rehana answered submissively, lowering the seat. As she moved her hands slowly over her tummy and towards her pussy, she could feel her body trembling. Trembling with fear at the thought of being caught, of being seen by others who are driving on the road and someone may even bang her but somehow she wanted to do whatever Prasad was asking her, to do it was very exciting to do like a teenager. Trembling with fear at the thought of risking ,everything, her repute in the society, what if someone known to her see her in the car traveling with a young boy as old as her son and being nude and masturbating.

And trembling with excitement. After all, she was Prasad's slut, and today, nothing else really mattered.

Her fingers reached her pussy - newly shaved looked so full and fleshy puffy , at Prasad's direction. As she slowly unsheathed her love button, she felt the car drifting into the left lane. Looking up, she saw that they were slowly passing a big eighteen wheel truck.

"You bastard," she quietly hissed at him as she massaged her clit. But inside, she could feel her fire burning hotter and hotter, as the prospect of being seen now seemed very real indeed she was getting more hotter when she knew she is been seen nude and doing things which normally no women of her age would ever try doing it in the house forget about doing it in the car that too in the day light on the highway. 

As the car inched its way up towards the truck, Rehana thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, arching her pelvis to meet the thrust. She closed her eyes, moaning as the pleasure intensified with each thrust of her hand. Just then, she felt Prasad's hand on her, pulling her blouse up to reveal her right tit.

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She felt dizzy with excitement, not daring to open her eyes, yet certain that the truck driver was looking right at her. And she let out a small yelp as Prasad grabbed her big tit roughly with his hand, squeezing it, pulling on the already excited nipple. 

She continued pounding her pussy with her right hand, while her left hand moved to expose her other breast, attacking it with the same zeal with which her right hand attacked its target.

"Oh God,oooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo " she heard herself moan. "Oh God, Prasad, I'm cumming." She thrust herself onto her fingers, arching her pelvis frantically to meet the pounding of her fingers as she continued to squeeze her tit roughly. "Oh shit,ooooooooohyesssssssssssssssss" she screamed. "Oh yes.yessssssssssssssss yes yessssssssssssss" Just when she was about to cum, Prasad released her right tit and slapped it hard. 

And then Rehana thrust her entire body into the air and screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddddddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss”, the orgasmic sensation flooding her body with wave after wave of pleasure.

Then, at last, it was over, and Mrs. Rehana Khan opened her eyes slowly, taking stock of the situation. She lay there, panting still, both breasts exposed, and her right hand still buried in her pussy, while her left hand rested lightly on her left breast.

The truck. Suddenly, she remembered the truck. Looking up through the window, she saw that Prasad was driving right along side of the truck, and the driver was, indeed, getting an eyeful, periodically stealing a quick look toward the road, but quickly returning his gaze to her. In spite of it all, she smiled at him, blowing him a soft little kiss as she felt Prasad hit the accelerator and pull away. 

And as they sped away, she heard the trucker's horn blow – one short blast, followed by one long one. She raised her seat back slightly and straightened her blouse over her big fair soft breasts, knowing better than to put on her panties and saree without permission. She sat in silence for several minutes, watching the scenery hurry by.


Rehana arched her body, vaguely aware of a pleasurable sensation, but not yet alert enough to understand its source. Slowly, her dreams started to fade, replaced by the fogginess of her emerging awareness. Soon she recognized the source of the pleasure, recognized the familiar sensations emanating from her shaved cunt. She moaned softly, arching her pelvis, trying to meet the pleasure, inviting it to continue.

The pleasure continued as she gradually regained her sense of awareness. And then it stopped. "Noooooo," she whimpered softly. "Please don't stop."

"Sorry babe," she heard Prasad respond. Now totally awake, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "We're getting off the high way in 15 minutes. You need to get dressed now."

She looked down at herself, still naked from the waist down, and sighed. "Yes sir."


They were in half way to Mangalore city ,Prasad set the suitcase down on the floor of their hotel room and headed for the rest room. "I'll be right out," he called.

Rehana looked around the room. It was your typical hotel room, king size bed, chest of drawers, writing desk, table and chairs, television, and mini-bar. The décor, while nice, was decidedly neutral, doing very little to brighten up the place. The room reminded her of the hotel itself – nice, but nothing special. It was, however, convenient, located just a short drive from tomorrow's meeting place.

She walked over to the window and opened the dbangs wide. Great view, she thought sarcastically. They were in the last room on the second floor of the east wing of the hotel. If you looked northward, there was a fairly decent view of the hillocks in the distance. Of more concern to Rehana, however, was the west wing of the hotel, located not much more than 20 or 30 yards across the courtyard. 

In the room directly across the courtyard she noticed a man – a young man in his mid to late twenties - standing near the window, much as she was. He turned slowly, noticed Rehana looking at him, and smiled. After an awkward moment, he turned and walked away.

She heard the bathroom door open, followed by Prasad's footsteps as he moved across the floor towards her. She held her position, still gazing towards the room across the way, until she felt Prasad slide up behind her, wrap his arms around her and begin nibbling on her neck and ears.

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Rehana closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of strong arms holding her, still not quite believing the affair she was having with this young man, or the power he had over her. She sighed, letting herself go, as her body slowly melded with his, as his hands began to wander sensuously over her clothed body. And once again, the magic of his touch swept her away. 
His hand found her bare tummy, slid under her blouse, and took possession of her breasts, massaging them gently, carefully. She whimpered slightly when he removed his hand, but smiled again as he released the saree along with the petticoat from her tummy and let it fall to the floor.

As Prasad slid his right hand into her panties, his left hand returned to her big boobs. Holding her backside close to his front, he worked his magic on her pussy, and on her big breasts. Rehana could feel her body shudder as he massaged her cunt, once again igniting the fire within her that he knew only too well how to light.

As he squeezed her right breast hard, she gasped, allowing her eyes to open, reminding her of the hotel room they were in, and of the window she was standing in front of. Her eyes sought out the room across the courtyard, and found the same man standing there, watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

Rehana jumped instinctively, moving her hands in front of her body in a feeble attempt to hide her big boobs and what Prasad was doing, and opened her mouth to protest. But at just that moment, Prasad's fingers found her love button, and instead of cries of protest, it was moans of pleasure that escaped her lips as her eyes instinctively closed.

Any thoughts of hiding from the man across the way were immediately dashed. It didn't matter who saw her now, who saw what this man barely half her age was doing to her. All that mattered was that he keep doing it.

Prasad's rapt attention to her big soft fair breasts and clit continued for several minutes, and all the while she could feel her pleasure building, the wetness in her pussy growing. He finally removed his hands and took hold of the bottom of her blouse, and waited. She hesitated only briefly, letting the naughtiness of the situation heightened the pleasure. Raising her arms slowly as she opened her eyes, she watched the man as he watched Prasad reveal her ample fair breasts.

Prasad's hands moved slowly, almost casually, to her hips, and soon she felt her panties sliding over her buttocks, falling gently and quietly to the floor. She grabbed her breasts in her hands, squeezing them, rubbing them together, smashing them against her body. And she performed for the stranger, gyrating her hips, thrusting her pussy towards the window, and then pressing herself back against Prasad, rubbing her ass against his obviously aroused lund.

Her right hand released her tit and made its way to her pussy, sliding in, then out. Teasing herself. Teasing the man.

And then she felt Prasad's hands grasp her shoulders firmly, turning her so her side was to the window. Silently, he moved so that he was facing her, his side also to the window. The look in his eyes told Rehana what to do next, and her hands moved quickly to unbutton his shirt.

As she released the last button, she opened the shirt, placing the palms of her hands on his chest. Slowly, she began rubbing the firm young chest, her own body tingling as she ran her hands over his muscles. As she reached his neck, she pushed the shirt down his shoulders, allowing it to slip down his arms, ending in a pile on the floor.

Her hands slid their way down his chest, finally reaching his belt. Awkwardly, she fumbled with his belt, before finally releasing the button and lowering the zipper. Then, it was only a matter of seconds before the pants and underwear joined the other clothes strewn across the floor.

She reached out, took his cock in her hand, and began caressing it, thinking she knew what came next. But as she started to kneel down, Prasad again grabbed her by the hair and stopped her. With a mischievous smile on his face, he shook his head.

"Turn your back to the window, don’t you want to give nice show to the guy there I know it makes you more hot when you show off to the other guys don’t you Rehana " Prasad commanded as he released her hair. Rehana moved quickly to obey. 

"Bend over and grab your ankles." Rehana felt her heart begin to flutter wildly, anticipating the degradation that was to come, the humiliation Prasad was about to put her through. She gave his cock one final squeeze, hard enough to bring a grimace to his face, before releasing it.

Slowly, she bent forward, wiggling her ass for the young man across the way. With legs slightly bent, she had no trouble reaching her ankles. Look at me, she thought. I've become nothing but a shameless hussy. But God how I love it!

And then Prasad stepped closer to her, turned slightly so he could easily see the other man, and set his hands on her butt cheeks. He massaged her tender cheeks - gently at first, slowly. And then harder, squeezing them roughly. He spread the cheeks wide, displaying her most private parts to their audience. Rehana felt her knees weaken as she moaned softly”ooooooooooohhhhhhh yeeeee”, feeling the tension building up within her, begging for release. 

And she gasped as Prasad slid his fingers into her cunt, rocking her body with his pumping hand, in, then out, and then in again. She could just feel the beginning twinges of relief coming on when he suddenly withdrew his fingers.

"No!NOOOOOOOOO" she screamed desperately. "Don't stop."

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WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The attack on her ass was sudden, unexpected 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Don't ever question me again!bosdi chinal " he boomed

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! And the attack continued as he pelted her big ass with blow after blow. 

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Finally, he let up. But not until her cheeks were a bright, rosy red.

Without giving her any time to recover, he thrust his fingers briefly into her pussy, withdrew them, and then thrust them into her asshole. "Oh Godooooooooooooooooh my godddddddddddd," Rehana screamed instinctively as he rocked her ass. "Oh yes.yes yes yes yesysssssssssssssssss"

"Turn around and put your hands on the window ledge," he commanded as he withdrew his fingers.

"Yes sir," she answered immediately. She stood up quickly, turned, leaned forward and placed her hands on the ledge, leaving her big perfectly shaped ass sticking out invitingly for Prasad. With her hair a ruffled mess and her eyes still red from pleasure, she held her position, staring across the way. The man stood back a ways from the window, his pants in a pile around his feet, and his right hand anxiously working his erect lund.

She felt Prasad's left hand touch her buttocks, squeezing the tender globes. And she gasped slightly when he nudged his tool up against her dripping pussy, teasing her slightly before thrusting it roughly into her.

"Oh, yes OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDD!" she moaned as he rocked her body with his pistoning thrusts. She closed her eyes, no longer concerned with the man across the courtyard, yet knowing somehow that he was still watching, still pounding his meat that was making her more and more hotter that someone is masturbating seeing her getting fucked by a young guy half of her age. Rehana lost all track of time as Prasad continued his assault on her pussy, as he brought her right to the brink of ecstasy, before stopping suddenly and pulling out.

"No!please don’t stop nooooooooooo, please for god sake don’t stop" she gasped, pleading for him to continue. But Prasad didn't leave her wanting for long. She felt his engorged cock press against the entrance to her ass hole, pushing gently against the forbidden entrance. "Oh yes!" she cried out. "Oh yes, baby fuck me in the ass fuck fuck me yes . Fuck me hard fuck me in my ass yes I am all your randi fuck me the way you want ," she pleaded, feeling his length slowing entering the dark tunnel.

Moments later, she was screaming, from the pleasure, as he rammed his tool into her. She moved her right hand to her clit, massaging it frantically as he rock her ass, assaulting her relentlessly until, at last, she could take it no more. 

Her orgasm was sudden and hard, rocking her very soul. She felt her knees buckle as she screamed out in pleasure “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY YESSSSSSSSSSSS IAM VCUUUUUUUUUUUMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YES”, as she slid off his cock and landed on the floor, gasping for air. 

How long she sat there, she didn't know. When she finally regained her composure, she struggled back to her knees, only then becoming aware that his cum was splattered over her body. As she tried to gather herself, she felt Prasad grab her by the hair and pull her gently but firmly to her feet. 
Her vision slowly came back into focus and she once again was able to see the man across the yard. She smiled weakly at him as he slowly buckled his pants. He returned her smile before stepping away from the window and drawing the curtain closed.

"Nooo! Don't go" Rehana moaned softly, turning to Prasad. He took her in his arms, pulled her close, and rocked her slowly.

"It's okay, babe," he said softly. 'There'll be other times. Just be patient." 
Rehana Khan pulled into the parking space and turned off the car. For a moment, she sat there, daydreaming about the recent events in her life. In particular, she thought about Prasad. About how this 20-year-old, barely half of her 38 years, had taken control of her life. About how he dominated her. About how yesterday he’d spanked and fucked her while a stranger looked on. But most of all, she dreamed of how much she loved it. And she found herself getting wet just thinking about him.

Rehana entered the office suite of Sunita Patil – Architect. It was a small suite - a reception area, one office and a conference room. But being that Sunita was a self-employed independent, it was all she needed. 

“Oh my gosh! That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.” Rehana heard the voice of a young woman coming from the conference room.

“It’s true,” a male voice responded. “Every word. I swear!”

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“Hello,” Rehana yelled out.

A young woman emerged from the conference room, a big smile on her face. “Hi,” she said. “I’m Sunita Patil. You must be Rehana.” At 5’9’’ in height, Sunita stood taller than Rehana. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and an athletic build. Her ample chest was prominently displayed beneath a tight fitting kameez.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Rehana said as the two women shook hands.

“Manu’s in the conference room. We were just going through some of the plans when you came in.” 

Rehana followed Sunita back to the conference room. She couldn’t help but notice the sexy wiggle in the young women’s walk as she led the way. What’s going on with me, she thought. I’ve never been interested in women before, but damn she looks hot! Goddamn that Prasad. He’s got me so screwed up I’m getting turned on by everything!

As they entered the conference room, Sunita started the introductions. “Rehana, this is Manu. He just got in yesterday from Bangalore.” 

“Hi, Manu,” Rehana said as she extended her hand. She looked the young man over quickly. There was something familiar about his 6-foot tall frame, and his short dark hair. 

It wasn’t until he took her hand and shook it, holding it just a little longer then he should have, that she realized where she’d seen him before. And it was obvious from the grin on his face that he recognized her, also.

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” Manu said, the grin still prominently displayed on his face. 

Rehana hesitated for an awkward moment. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” she responded nervously.

“Do you two know each other?” Sunita asked, noticing Rehana’s hesitation.

For a long moment, there was total silence as the three exchanged awkward glances. Finally, Manu spoke up. “This is the woman I told you about earlier.”

It took a second or two for Sunita to realize what Manu was saying. That this was the woman in the hotel window. The woman who’d surrendered herself to her young stud while Manu watched from his room across the courtyard.

For Rehana, the realization that this was the young man from last night shook her to her very core. It was one thing being promiscuous in public; it was quite another being caught at it by a guy who is supposed to work for you. And to make matters worse, he’d obviously told Sunita. She looked back and forth between the two, not knowing what to say, or how to handle the situation. This was supposed to be her project. She was the one responsible for making it happen. These two people were only there to support her, the young lady is the who is the architect of the project, and Manu is one who will make the drawings.

And yet, here she stood. Humiliated. She lowered her head, no longer able to even look them in the eyes.

As Sunita stared at Rehana, she could feel an excitement growing in her loins. Sunita was bi-sexual, and a very free spirit. She’d felt an attraction to both Manu and Rehana when they’d met, but given their business relationship, had discounted any sexual forays as not only unlikely, but unwise. Now, she saw a golden opportunity being laid right at her feet. If what Manu said was true, not only was Rehana a promiscuous married slut, but she was also a submissive. And Sunita just loved sub missives. And judging from the way Manu told the story, and the way he reacted upon seeing Rehana, she was certain that he would go along with almost anything.

After what seemed to Rehana like hours, she felt Sunita’s hand on her shoulder, but still she couldn’t look up. Slowly, Sunita moved in front of the terrified woman, placed her other hand gently under Rehana’s chin, and raised it until their eye’s finally met.

“It’s true, then. Isn’t it?” she asked softly. Rehana tried to turn away, but Sunita held her head in place. “Isn’t it?” she repeated in a firmer tone of voice.

Slowly, reluctantly, Rehana nodded her head, but said nothing. 

SLAP! With a move that was sudden and unexpected, Sunita’s hand had left Rehana’s shoulder and slapped her across the face. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to sting.

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Rehana knew instinctively what Sunita was doing - establishing control. And Rehana knew that if she didn’t stop it now, she would be unable to stop it at all. But she didn’t know how to stop it. After all, they knew what she’d done, how she’d allowed herself to be humiliated by her young stud. So she stood there quietly. And she waited. In spite of herself, Rehana felt her juices beginning to flow. 

“Isn’t it?” Sunita asked once again.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answered, her voice shaking slightly.

Sunita gently stroked the cheek she’d slapped a few seconds earlier. “That’s better. I think we’re finally beginning to understand each other, aren’t we?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Slowly, the young women moved her hands to Rehana’s shoulders and took the pin of her saree over her shoulders and let the saree pallu fall off her shoulder and then towards her blouse, unbuttoning the top button. “So, Rehana. Tell me. Do you like them young, or is it the humiliation that turns you on? Or do you just like being watched?”

For a moment, Rehana stood there, as if perplexed by the question. “I don’t know, I guess,” she finally answered in a voice that was barely audible.

“Well,” Sunita said with a smile. “I’m 24. Is that too old for you?”

“No, ma’am,” Rehana answered weakly.

“How old are you, Manu?” Sunita asked as she unbuttoned the second button of Rehana’s blouse. 

Up to this point, Manu had sat quietly on the sidelines, content to let things unfold on their own. “27,” he answered calmly, but still not getting involved in the proceedings.

“Well, Rehana. Is 27 too old?” Sunita asked, and the third button fell open.

There was a moment’s hesitation. “No, ma’am,” she answered at last.

Sunita moved slowly around Rehana, trailing her fingers over the shoulders as she went. Once she was behind her, she grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and slowly turned her until she was facing directly at ManuHe’s quite good looking, don’t you think?” Sunita asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rehana no longer tried to fool herself into believing that she would be left with even a shred of dignity. The truth was, she no longer cared. She wanted sex, and she wanted it now. With Manu. And yes, even with Sunita. God damn, she thought. I’m even turning into a fucking lesbian.

So she stood there, looking at Manu, while she felt Sunita pulling her blouse out of her body. Her knees quivered noticeably as she felt Sunita’s arms slide around her, and as she felt Sunita pressing her body against her backside. She nearly fainted as the younger woman’s hands began to roam freely over her still clothed body, gasping out loud as they slid inside the nearly open blouse, grabbing her big breasts.

And then the final button on the blouse was undone, revealing the front of the lacy black bra Prasad had picked out for her, along with her ample cleavage.

Sunita gave her one more squeeze before releasing her and backing away. And as she backed away, Rehana felt her blouse sliding off her shoulders and down her arms, before finally sliding off altogether.

For a moment, nobody spoke, and nobody moved. It was Manu who finally broke the silence. “That’s a very sexy bra, don’t you think, Sunita?”

“Yes, it certainly is,” Sunita responded. “I wonder if she’s wearing panties to match.” Her hands moved slowly to the back of Rehana’s saree. First, she released the slits of her saree from the tummy which was holding the saree to her body , allowing the waist to loosen slightly. Slowly, she lowered the saree and pulled the string of the petticoat , noticing the trembling of Rehana’s body.

“Are you scared?” she asked as the saree unfolded of her waist and reached the bottom of its run.

Rehana nodded her head in short, rapid movements. “Yes,” she answered truthfully.

Sunita released the fully unfolded saree, which clung almost magically to Rehana’s hips, refusing to slide off on its own accord, and moved back in front of her. Their eyes met momentarily, but Rehana could not hold the younger woman’s gaze. “You should be scared,” Sunita said at last, a slight smile on her face as the saree along with the petticoat finally slid over Rehana’s hips, falling in a heap around her feet.

Sunita stepped back and looked the woman over closely. “Yes WoW,” she said at last. “The panties match the bra. What do you think, Manu? You like?”

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Manu looked first at the skimpy lace bra and the exposed cleavage, then at the panties, also made of black lace and only slightly bigger then a thong, and finally at her black high-heeled shoes.

“Absolutely,” he grinned. “I think she looks hot.”

“I don’t know,” Sunita said. “I think she looks like a slut. How about it, Rehana? Are you hot, or are you a slut?”

Rehana just stood there, looking at the floor, her mind in turmoil. She was excited. That much was evidenced by the wetness of her panties. She was also nervous, and had no idea how to answer the question. “A slut,” she mumbled finally, her voice almost too soft to be heard.

SLAP! Without warning, Sunita stepped forward and unleashed a viscous slap. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to look at me and answer so I can hear you. Do you understand?” she barked.

The ferocity of the slap stunned Rehana. But slowly, she raised her head and looked into Sunita’s eyes. There were tears trickling down her cheeks. “Yes, ma’am. I understand,” she answered clearly.

“Well, are you a Slut, or aren’t you?”

This time there was no hesitation. In fact, there was even a hint of pride in Rehana’s answer. “Yes, ma’am,” she spoke out boldly. “I am a slut.”

Sunita looked at Manu and smiled. “I think it’s time we finish the job. Would you do the honors?”

“If you don’t mind,” he answered, “I think I’d like to watch you finish what you started.”

Taking a quick step towards Manu, Sunita reached out and gently squeezed what was obviously a very excited cock. She allowed her hand to linger on his big lund for a moment, and smiled at him knowingly. “Yes, I guess you would at that.”

Sunita released Manu and started towards her prey. “Wait,” Manu said suddenly, reaching for a pair of scissors on the credenza. “I think these might help,” he said, handing them to her. “She might have fun telling her young master what happened to her private garments, if you know what I mean.”

“Yes,” Sunita smiled. “I do know what you mean.” She held the scissors gently in her hand and stared at them, quiet for a moment, lost in thought. “In fact, I think I’d really like to have some fun with our married slut,” she said at last. “There’s a ball of packaging rope in the bottom drawer of the table. Could you get it for me, please?”

All of a sudden, Rehana felt her body tensing up, her boldness from moments before giving way to fear. Prasad. She’d forgotten entirely about Prasad. How would she explain this to him? What would he say? What would he do? 

And the rope. What did they need the rope for? As these thoughts raced through her mind, she looked at Sunita. And at Manu. And she suddenly realized that, here she stood, clad only in bra, panties and shoes, in front of two people she’d never even met before. And now they wanted to tie her up.

“Please don’t,please leave me now” she pleaded meekly, looking directly at Sunita.

But Sunita ignored her as she took the rope from Manu, and as she moved slowly behind her slut. Silently, she laid the scissors down on the conference table and unwound the ball of rope. Satisfied that she’d unwound enough rope, she quickly reclaimed the scissors, cut the rope, and returned the scissors to the table.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered sharply, breaking the silence.

“Please,” Rehana pleaded again. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Behind your back,” Sunita ordered again. And slowly, ever so slowly, Rehana began to comply. When the hands were fully behind her at last, Sunita tied the rope first to the slut’s left wrist, and then to the right, making certain that there was very little slack in the line.

Satisfied with her work, she grabbed the scissors and knelt down. Working quickly, she tied Rehana’s ankles together, tossing the excess rope on the table. When she’d finished, she stood up and moved closer to her captive, running the scissors lightly against her cheek and neck.

Rehana shivered at the touch of the scissors against her bare skin, closing her eyes as she felt Sunita’s arms wrap around her. She felt the scissors slide between her breasts, and cringed as she heard the slow cutting of material, signaling the beginning of the end for her finest brassiere. 

And then the bra gave way, and her breasts swung out from each other, still covered by the lacy cups, not yet completely free. She felt goose bumps as the cold blade ran lightly between her tits.


Rehana could feel Sunita’s body as it pressed against her, and she could feel her breath on her neck, and in her ear. Just when Rehana was starting to relax, to feel comfortable, her tormentor released her and backed away slightly. Again, Rehana felt the cold steel against her body, this time on her left shoulder, as the shoulder strap quickly gave way to the closing blades, allowing the cup to fall forward, dangling against her side, leaving the left breast fully revealed.

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Seconds later, the right strap was cut, leaving both tits fully exposed, and the useless brassiere dangling helplessly from between her arms and sides. And finally, she felt the back of the bra being unsnapped.

For a moment, nobody moved, Manu drinking in the sight of the naked bosom before him, and Sunita checking out Manu as he checked out the slut.

The moment seemed frozen in time, as if what had started out as nothing more than a harmless prank, had suddenly become very serious. And still nobody moved.

Until suddenly, with a swiftness that startled Rehana, Sunita slid the scissors down each hip, cutting the flimsy panties, leaving them as nothing more than a pussy-soaked rag dangling from between her thighs.

“Manu,” Sunita said after an awkward moment, “would you mind taking these garments and putting it in her purse for me?”

Rehana stared at Manu as he rose from his chair. “It would be my pleasure,” he replied as he slowly moved towards her, looking her over thoroughly from head to toe. Unable to resist, Rehana lowered her eyes down his fully clothed body until she reached his crotch. She gasped audibly, wondering how he could even walk in the state he was so obviously in.

She stood quietly, with Sunita in the background, as Manu reached out for the once fancy panties. With an agonizing slowness, he pulled the panties from between her legs. When they were at last free, he raised them to his nose and breathed in the scent of her womanhood. Smiling slightly, he extended the garment to Sunita, allowing her to smell the fruits of her labor.

He looked backed at the slut. “Open up,” he ordered. Rehana obeyed without hesitation, and he stuffed the rag in her mouth.

With both hands free, he quickly moved to her big soft fair tits, ignoring for the moment, the dangling brassiere. Rehana felt her eyes closing and heard the sounds of her own muffled moans of pleasure as he massaged her aching mounds, and as he squeezed her firmly. 


But all too soon, he stopped. Rehana opened her eyes and watched as he gently pulled each half of her bra from between her arms, and as he reached up and pulled the panties from her mouth. 

As he walked over to the table to put the rags in her purse, it hit her. She’d walked into this room in charge and full of confidence, ready to work with these young professionals, ready to get the plans for her new building, to guide them. And now, not quite 30 minutes later, she stood before them, naked but for a pair of shoes, tied at the ankles and wrist, completely helpless, totally at their mercy. And so turned on, she’d fuck a horse if they told her to.

She felt the breath on her neck first, as Sunita slid up behind her, grabbing her by the hips. And she sighed as the lips began to nibble softly on her neck and ear. Shortly, the hands left the hips, sliding around front, where they reluctantly parted ways, one moving northward to her mountainous bosom, the other southward towards the depths of her shaved cunt.

She moaned, allowing her body to meld into Sunita’s as, she felt a woman’s hands working their magic on her. She felt the gentle massaging of her breasts and the light pinching of her nipples, followed by gentle tugs, and then more tender caresses. And she felt the fingers working gently to uncover her aroused love button, stroking it softly, patiently. 

And she felt the eagerly awaited orgasm beginning to build. But suddenly, Sunita stopped and stepped away.

“No,” Rehana begged, nearly in tears. “Please don’t stop. I need it so bad please continue with what you are doing please don’t stop!”

But Sunita said nothing as she slowly stepped around in front of her. She took Rehana’s head between her hands and pulled her slowly closer. Rehana closed her eyes and opened her mouth, reaching out hungrily for Sunita’s lips. And when they came together at last, the two women passionately devoured each other, Sunita’s hands dropping from Rehana’s head and wrapping themselves around her, holding the bound and naked woman close. 

After what seemed like forever, Rehana felt herself being gently pushed away. With a look of pure lust in her eyes, she looked at Sunita questioningly.

But Sunita just smiled. “First, my married slut, it’s my turn. And Manu’s turn. And then, if you’re very good, maybe it will be your turn.” With that, she reached behind the naked captive and pinched her ass, bringing a sharp yelp from her victim.

Without turning around, she began backing up, not stopping until she felt Manu’s arm wrapping themselves around her. “Ummm,” she purred as his strong arms engulfed her. “This is nice.”

At last, after a long and agonizingly wonderful show orchestrated by Sunita, Manu had a woman in his arms. And he wasted no time in setting his hands free to explore, first to her bosom, similar in size to Rehana’s, yet unrestrained by a bra. He squeezed her luscious melons through her tight fitting, stretchy kameez, clutching them against her, squeezing them roughly, even eliciting a slight yelp from Sunita’s lips.

But as he squeezed her, he was looking at Rehana, standing naked and alone, her body fidgeting, clearly in a state of high arousal. He smiled at her, and winked.

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He reached for the bottom of Sunita’s kameez, pushing it up her torso and over her breasts, exposing them for the first time. But he did not take the kameez off, choosing instead to fondle the breasts with one hand, while the other worked at releasing the string of her salwar .

Soon, his efforts were rewarded by the sound of a salwar string being pulled and the knot opening, followed shortly by the salwar being lowered.

And then, it was Sunita’s turn to squirm, as Manu’s hand slid easily inside her salwar. With practiced experience, his fingers were quickly on target, and Sunita moaned, pressing herself against him as one hand worked its magic on her button, and the other hand massaged her tender globes.

When he felt her excitement building, he moved quickly and suddenly, grabbing the back of her kameez with both hands and pulling it over her head, leaving it stretched across her chest, still wrapped around each arm.

The next thing she knew, Sunita found herself face down across his lap, her arms trapped beneath her, held in place by her own kameez.
“Hey!” she screamed out as she tried to right herself. “What are you doing?”

But Manu held her down firmly with his left hand, while his right hand slid her salwar over her hips and down her thighs.

“Let me up,” she yelled out as she continued to squirm. But all she succeeded in doing was frustrating herself, as Manu’s strength was more than a match for her.

As she began to quiet down, Manu moved his right hand to rest on her now bare buttocks. “It seems to me,” he began calmly, “That you’ve been dishing out a lot this morning. I thought that our married slut here might like seeing just how much you can take.” 
And with that, WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Sunita screamed out as the blows fell hard and fast across her bottom. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! “Please stop,” she pleaded as the blows continued to fall. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

He stopped as suddenly as he’d started, leaving a still defiant Sunta struggling to free herself. Gently, he slid his fingers into her pussy, and began stroking her, in and out, over and over, until finally, he felt her relaxing, rocking herself in time with his thrusts.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! The resumption of the blows caught Sunita by surprise. Just when she’d forgotten the pain, getting swallowed up in the pleasure, WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! And just as she began to squirm, she felt the pleasure return to her pussy as he began pumping her once again.

But this time, the pleasure didn’t stop. As she lay there, spread out across his lap, her head was spinning, not quite sure what was happening, and her ass aching, tender from the relentless attack her tormentor had launched upon it. But the feeling emanating from her pussy was nothing but pleasure, and she desperately wanted him to continue. 

WHACK!!! Just one slap this time, and then back to the pleasure, in and out, over and over, as she struggled to find her release. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! Pain, followed by more pleasure. Or was it pleasure, followed by pain. She no longer knew. She no longer cared.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! “Yes,” she screamed out, feeling her release approaching as Manu alternated freely between pleasure and pain. 

“Harder yes hit me harder yessssss ooooh fucccccccccccccck,” she screamed out as her orgasm finally hit, releasing wave after wave of pleasure, even as the pain continued to come.

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! At last, the blows stopped, leaving Sunita lying limply across Manu’s lap, sobbing as tears of pleasure, and tears of pain ran gently down her cheek.

Without hesitating, Manu eased Sunita off his lap and onto the floor. She yelped slightly as her tender ass hit the carpet, but otherwise offered no resistance. Quickly, Manu slid the kameez off her arms, rolled her over, grabbed the remaining piece of rope, and tied her hands behind her back. Finally, he slid her salwar and panties the rest of the way off, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

Next, he stood up and looked at Rehana. “That was for you,” he smiled as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

About the time he’d removed his shirt, Sunita began to stir. Instinctively, she tried to move her hands to help her stand up, but found them fastened securely behind her. Slowly she rolled onto her back, staring alternately between Manu and Rehana, giving Manu his first good look at her large breasts, still heaving as she struggled for air.

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“On your knees!” Manu ordered.

“I can’t,” she answered quietly.

Manu noticed a resignation in her voice that hadn’t been earlier, but he kept his smile to himself. “I said ‘on your knees,’” he responded softly, but there was no mistaking the authority in his voice.

With some effort, she rolled to her side, over her forearm and struggled to her knees. She looked into his eyes, and waited.

After a moment, Manu unbuckled his belt, unhooked his trousers, and let them fall loosely to the floor. Next, with both women’s eyes glued squarely on the tent that was his boxer shorts, he pushed them slowly over his hips and down to the floor. Bending at the waist, he lifted one foot, removed the sock, and then repeated the maneuver with the other foot. As a final measure, he flicked the pile of unwanted close away with his foot.

And he stood there, allowing the two women to examine him, just as he had examined them.

“And now, Sunita Patil,” he said as he stepped in front of the kneeling young women, “I want a blow job.”

For a moment, Sunita just knelt there, staring at the erection, more than nine inches in front of her.

“But . . .” Sunita started to say before Manu cut her off.

“The only hands that will be used are mine. Do you understand?” he asked sternly.

“Yes sir,” she answered softly. All resemblance to the woman who had so recently dominated Rehana Khan disintegrated as Sunita reached out with her open mouth, trying to catch a cock that always seemed to be just out of reach.

After numerous failed attempts to catch the cock, Sunita let out a sigh and looked up at her tormentor. After a several moment stare-down, Sunita finally lowered her eyes, totally defeated.

“Please sir, may I suck your cock?” she asked meekly, barely audible.

“Louder,” Manu implored. “I don’t think Rehana heard you.”

“Please sir,” she repeated, louder this time. “May I suck your cock?”

Manu smiled down at her. “There, now. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Of course you can suck my cock.” With that, he stepped forward slightly, and allowed the tip of his lund to rest against her lips.

For a moment, Sunita was motionless, as if she wasn’t certain how to begin. Glancing sideways, she saw Rehana standing quietly, still bound hand and foot, watching her intently. Without taking her eyes off Rehana, she slid her mouth slowly over his engorged cock, and then slid it off. She repeated the process, slowly picking up the tempo, taking more of him in her with each attack.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the task at hand, feeling a sudden need to please the man, to make him proud of her. And to make Rehana proud. 

She felt him pounding his meat into her, as she thrust her mouth onto him. Together, they established a rhythm, and slowly took it faster and faster, the intensity growing hotter and hotter, until finally, he grabbed the sides of her head and pounded his meat into her.

She could feel his urgency growing as he continued to fuck her mouth until finally, after one massive shove that nearly gagged her, he began to cum, spewing his cum into her mouth, before withdrawing and shooting his load all over her face, her tits, and her hair. Finally finished, Manu staggered backwards and stumbled into a chair.

Sunita, on the other hand, was quickly on her feet, covering the distance between herself and Rehana in two steps. Before she’d even stopped moving, her lips found Rehana’s and the two were locked in a deep, hungry kiss, eagerly sharing the fruits Sunita’s work. 

The kiss was awkward - with one woman bound at the wrist, and the other at the wrist and feet - but that didn’t seem to bother them. 

Finally, they broke it off, but they held their position, their naked bodies standing close together, bosom pressing against bosom. Slowly, Rehana leaned forward and began licking the cum from Sunita’s face, like one cat cleaning another. When she’d finished with the face, she quickly sucked what few globs she could from her hair.

Finished, she turned to Manu with a renewed confidence. “Untie my feet,” she said simply.

Manu looked at her for a moment, then at Sunita. Then he rose to his feet, silently crossed the room and untied her ankles. When he finished, he returned to his seat, never having uttered a word.

“On your knees,” Rehana said to Sunita. She said it simply, but it was clear that she expected to be obeyed. And she was, as the younger woman never hesitated to do as instructed.

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“Now,” Rehana said as she looked down upon Sunita, “on your back.”

Sunita moved quickly to obey, and after a few awkward movements, was laid out on the floor below the married woman.

Without saying a word, Rehana stood over her lover, examining her. She moved slowly to Sunita’s feet, and spread them apart with her own feet, leaving her wide open and fully exposed. Still silent, she moved to the prone woman’s side and paused, examining the treasure she was about to claim.

She marveled at how things had changed, at how it was she who was now in control, where before it was she who had succumbed to the young women. Smiling to herself, she knelt down by Sunita’s side, and bent over until her extended tongue reached the prone body. She licked the sticky cum off her chest and breasts, savoring the taste. She planted little kisses all over her tummy and watched as Sunita squirmed. She nibbled on her tits, and on her nipples, eliciting small yelps from her prey. And then, she moved to her face, and once again the women found themselves locked in a heated lovers kiss.

Manu watched as the women played, fascinated at the turn of events. He watched the once confident younger woman squirming on the floor, as the heretofore submissive older woman dominated. He watched Rehana’s beautiful ass, perched in the air as she played with Sunita. And he watched his cock as it sprang, once again, to life.

Rehana broke the kiss suddenly and righted herself, once again kneeling over her prey. Slowly, she worked her way around until she was above Sunita’s head, before edging forward, her dripping pussy hovering directly above Sunita’s face. She hesitated momentarily, teasing her prey, before lowering herself onto Sunita’s mouth.

She felt the sensations shooting through her body as the practiced tongue of her lover found its mark. She moaned as she ground her pussy onto Sunita’s face, desperate to relieve the tension that had been building up for so long. She lowered her head until it reached her lover’s center, leaving one naked body writhing atop another.

After sujana the security officer inspector, she tasted the fruits of another woman. She liked what she tasted, and she liked how Sunita’s body jumped at her touch. And with a hunger built on submission and humiliation, the two women attacked each other, holding nothing in reserve.

Just as she felt the tell-tale tremors shaking Sunita’s body beneath her, she felt hands on her hips, steadying her. Instinctively, she raised her ass up from Sunita’s face, seeking out the man she knew was behind her, inviting him to enter her.

And enter her he did, with a massive thrust that pulled her mouth away from her lover’s pussy just as she was just as she was about to cum. Rehana’s cry of ecstasy and Sunita’s cry of frustration echoed together as Manu began pounding his big lund into Rehana. With some effort, Rehana dove back into Sunita’s pussy, attacking it with a renewed zeal. Moments later she felt Sunita enter the throws of orgasm she was screaming like a whore “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH yESSSSSSSSSSSSS I AM CUMMING YYYYYYYYYYYYYYESSSSSSSSSS MY GODDDDDDDDD YOU blady bitch you made me cum with your mouth my godddddd”, a mere seconds before she felt her own come crashing down on her. And even as she collapsed upon her lover’s body maing like “YESSSSSSSSSSS MANU Yessss iAm Cumiing TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”, her body rocked under the pressure of Manu’s weapon thrusting in and out of her, until finally, she felt his body tense up and fill her full of his seed “ooooooooooooooooh my godddddddddddddd I am cumming in your cunt bosdi” 

“And then what happened?” Prasad inquired.

“I regained my senses a little while later, still lying on Sunita, and my head still between her legs.” Rehana answered. “I noticed that my hands had been untied, but not Sunita’s. So, I rolled off her, rolled her over, and untied her. We lay together for several minutes, just resting, while Manu was in the chair.”

“Ultimately,” she continued, “Sunita put her kameez on Rehana her blouse back on, Manu put his boxers on, and we tried to get a little work done. Amazingly enough, we actually managed to accomplish a few things, although there were a few distractions along the way.”
After the episode of fucking with Manu and Sunita, Rehana stayed there for a week , the entire week she had less time to work and most of the time was spent with Manu or Sunita and in the night in the hotel with Prasad anyhow she had her work of getting the plans of the building finished and came back to Bangalore , then in Mukta’s house she was not left alone by Prasad he was just going more and more crazy with her and she was not allowed time by Prasad to work when ever his Mom was out of house and he made sure Rehana was at home he had no other thing to do other than just fucking Rehana the way he wanted, she too had become his sex slave 

Several moment of silence followed. “Are you mad?” she asked at last.

“No. You are free to do anybody you like. Anytime, anywhere, and anyhow, just as long as you tell me all the details,” he answered. But then his face took on a hard look. “But don’t ever forget,” he said in a firm, menacing voice, “that you are nothing more than a slut. And that you are mine, to be used however and whenever I choose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said weakly, her head lowered. “I understand.”

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Rehana Khan stood naked in the corner of Prasad’s bedroom, her damp panties dbangd over her head, her ass red from the spanking she’d just received from her 20-year-old lover. It was nearly two o’clock on Saturday afternoon. That was the problem. She’d told Prasad she was taking the afternoon off to spend with him, that she’d be home no later than one o’clock. That would give them about 4 hours before Prasad’s mom, Mukta , arrived at the home the 3 of them temporarily shared. And when Rehana didn’t show up until almost 1:45, Prasad decided some punishment was in order.

After Rehana had suffered enough, Prasad quickly shed his clothes and approached the dark haired beauty from behind. It was then that they heard the front door open. Mrs. Mukta was home early!

Rehana tore the panties from her head, looking quickly at Prasad. The panic in her eyes was obvious as she dashed out the bedroom door. She barely made it to the guestroom in time, leaving the door open as she dashed for the bed, diving under the covers just as Muktha rounded the corner.

Prasad, meanwhile, had gathered up Rehana’s clothes and tossed them under his bed. He got dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, and waited quietly by his bedroom door, listening. Prasad had a dream relationship with Rehana. A relationship where she was completely subservient to him. A relationship where he could demand anything from her he desired, and she would give it. It was a relationship that worked for both of them, and he had no desire to fuck it up by letting his mom catch on.

So he waited, and he listened.

“Hello, anybody home,” Mukta called out. Rehana was supposed to be at work, and Prasad would normally be out with his buddies, but both of their cars were home. “Curious,” she thought.

“In here,” Rehana answered from the guestroom. 

“What’s the matter?” Mukta asked as she entered the room and saw her best friend in bed. “Are you sick?”

Rehana hesitated, trying to control her emotions. Less than a minute ago, she’d stood buck naked before her young lover, her fanny in flames from the spanking he had delivered. And now, she was trying to conceal everything from his mother, her best friend. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t buying it. Her body was still hot from the spanking, and her pussy was on fire. And then she remembered what he had said the other day. That she was free to do anybody she liked - anytime, anywhere, and anyhow - just as long as she told him all the details.

Quickly, Rehana put an impromptu plan in motion. “No,” Rehana said in a sad voice, trying to sound depressed. She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts, swinging her feet over the side of the bed. “It’s just . . .” She paused, as if searching for the right words. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said exhaling and lowering her head.

A million things went through Mukta’s head as looked at her friend. Was she okay? Was she sick? Was it serious? Why wasn’t she telling her? 

“Please, Rehana,” she said as she sat down beside her friend. “I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

Rehana hesitated briefly before squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the fake tears, and threw herself into Mukta’s arms, allowing the sheet to fall free in the process.

“There, there now,” Mukta said, recovering quickly from the shock of having a naked woman fall into her arms. “It’s okay.” She held Rehana tentatively at first, gradually becoming more at ease. She stroked her hair gently, and lightly rubbed her back, very much aware of the naked breast pushing against her own. And she waited until her friend was ready to talk.

“I’m sorry,” Rehana said after a while, pushing herself back from Mukta’s embrace. She took hold of her friend’s hands and held them in her lap, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. “It’s just that, sometimes, I get to feeling so lonely, and so sorry for myself that I can’t stand it. I miss my husband, Mukta. I miss him something awful.” And then she hesitated. “Look at me,” she said, squeezing her friends hand tight and trying to smile. “Of all people to be telling this too. You’ve been alone so long. How do you do it?”

Mukta smiled at her friend, the hint of tears sneaking from the corners of her eyes, before reaching her arms out and pulling her close, oblivious, now, to her nakedness. “Oh, baby, you’re not alone. Neither one of us is. We’ve got each other. We’ve got Prasad. And we’ve got our friends.”

Rehana pulled back slightly, just enough to see Mukta’s face. “But don’t you ever miss having a man?” she asked softly.

“Sure I do,” Mukta said as she slowly stroked the wavy black hair of Rehana. “Sometimes.”

“Stay with me awhile,” Rehana whispered after a moment. “I don’t want to be alone.”

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“Of course,” Mukta responded in an equally soft voice. It never even occurred to her not to stay with her best friend when she needed her so. Without another word, the two women fell into each other’s arms. They rocked each other slowly, before Rehana rolled onto the bed, bringing Mukta down with her. And they lay there together, holding each other gently, one woman naked, one woman dressed.

Prasad crept quietly down the hall, straining to hear the women speak. He could understand just enough to confuse him. “What’s she doing,” he thought to himself? “It shouldn’t be this difficult to get rid of her. What’s going on”?

He reached the guestroom door and hesitated, before carefully peaking around the corner. What he saw flabbergasted him. There was his naked slut, lying on the bed in the arms of his fully clothed mother. And his slut was looking right at him, a devious smile on her face. 
Prasad withdrew around the corner quickly, took a deep breath, and tried to regain his composure. When he again peered around the corner, nothing had changed.

“By the way,” Rehana said. “Prasad went out for a trip with the guys again and won’t be home until Sunday evening. He apologized for the lack of notice, but promised to call tonight with all the details.”

“Oh,” said Mukta, pulling away slightly.

“Don’t worry, mother,” Rehana smiled. “Prasad is a big boy now, or maybe you haven’t noticed.”

Mukta looked at Rehana for a brief moment, before burying her head in her friends shoulder and snickering out loud.

“And just what’s so funny?” Rehana asked, allowing her hand to wander aimlessly over Mukta’s back and buttocks.

Again Mukta snickered, before finally raising her head to look at Rehana. “You’re going to think I’m awful,” she said.

“Never!” she responded, purposefully pulling the woman closer. “Tell me!”

“Well,” Mukta started out. “Well, a couple of months ago, I accidentally saw Prasad getting dressed. Believe me, Rehana. Prasad is going to make some woman very happy some day.” And then she burst out laughing, clutching at her naked friend.

“Mukta!” Rehana feigned disgust. “I never!” And then she, too, broke out laughing.

Prasad, on the other hand, stood at the bedroom door in shock. His own mother, in the arms of his naked slut, talking about the size of his manhood! He couldn’t believe what he’d heard with his own ears.

And when Rehana looked back at him again, she ran her tongue suggestively around her lips, and allowed her hands to gently squeeze his mother’s ass.

Prasad withdrew quietly around the corner to catch his breath. “Could it be that she’s seducing my mother right before my eyes?” he thought. He took another deep breath, knowing that was exactly what she was doing. And then quietly, he poked his head back around the corner.

“Mukta,” Rehana said, breaking several minutes of silence as she released her friend and rolled flat on her back. “Tell me about Geetha Swamy.”

Mukta hesitated, rolling onto her side next to her friend. “How do you know about Geetha?” she inquired uncertainly.

“It was the New Years Eve party . As you remember, he was a bit drunk . . .”

“I see,” Mukta answered, making no immediate effort to respond to Rehana’s original request. For almost 30 seconds, she lay on her side, looking at Rehana, but not really seeing her.

“We were lovers,” she said at last, once again focusing on Rehana. “It started on my 20th birthday when my boyfriend dumped me. I was crushed.” As she spoke, she moved her hand to Rehana’s tummy, softly tracing little lines with her fingers.

“I’d known Geetha for years. She’d just recently been dumped, also.” Her fingers moved up to Rehana’s big breasts, circling first one nipple, then the other, bringing goose-bumps to the gently rising and falling orbs.

“That night, we were there for each other, body and soul.” She took Rehana’s left nipple and gently twirled it between her fingers.

“After that, we moved in together. We were lovers for 6 months.” She moved to the other nipple. 

“It was during that time that I met my husband. Those were good times for me, Rehana, until Geetha met a man and took off.” She pulled gently on one nipple, then the other.

“After that, Murty and I started dating. We were married around my 21st birthday, and Prasad was born just before my 22nd.” She leaned over slowly, taking Rehana’s right nipple between her teeth, biting and tugging gently, as Rehana squirmed slowly beneath her.

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As she switched to the other nipple, she allowed her hand to wander freely over Rehana’s tummy, lightly tickling her new lover. When she was finished with the breast, she raised her head. And the two women’s eyes met. And that one look told the story. This was something they both wanted. But they wanted it slow. They wanted it tender. And they wanted the moment to last.

And then they fell into each other’s arms and kissed.  Prasad watched the two women as they lay together, not believing what he’d heard, or what he was seeing. Here was his lover, naked, in the arms of his mother. And there was no denying the excitement he felt as he studied the contrasts between them. Where his lover had long black hair, brown eyes and stood 5’4”, his mother was a short haired, blue eyed standing no more than 5’2”. While both women looked fit, his lover was bit fleshy then his mother, where his mother sported a slender build. And where his lover had a beautiful 36D bust that would drive a man crazy, his mother was a smaller 34C that seemed the perfect fit for her frame.

And still the women embraced, each sending their tongue darting into the other’s mouth, while their hands were free to wander. With Mukta on top, Rehana reached for the bottom of her lover’s top, and slid it up her frame. The two broke their embrace just long enough for the top to be removed and discarded, before diving right back into each others mouth.

While their tongues were dancing together, Rehana removed Mukta’s saree the un hooked the blouse ,fumbled with the clasp of Mukta’s bra, quickly succeeding in unhooking it. She rolled Prasad’s mother onto her back, again breaking the embrace just long enough to relieve Mukta of the article of clothing.


Slowly, Rehana allowed her kisses to stray from her lover’s lips, nibbling on her ears, biting lightly on her neck. She slid down her body and kissed her way over her shoulders and down her chest, arriving at last at her breasts.

Prasad watched in fascination as the woman who’d given herself up to him, began kissing his mother’s breasts, her hands massaging them tenderly, gently. He heard his mother moaning softly as she gave in to the eroticism of the moment, and watched her squirming on the bed. Unable to stand it, he freed his manhood from his pants and took it in hand.

Rehana raised her ass into the air, her legs straddling Mukta’s, as she began sliding her tongue down the quickly rising and falling stomach, effectively shielding Prasad from his mother’s eyes. She raised herself to her knees and paused, looking down on the prone body beneath her.

She moved her hands to the belt on Mukta’s petticoat and undid it. Next, she pulled the string of the petticoat themselves, sliding the petticoat slowly down its track. Raising herself up slightly, she began sliding the petticoat over the hips. And Mukta arched her back and raised her buttocks from the bed, encouraging her best friend to continue.

As Rehana edged down the bed, bringing the petticoat with her, Prasad eased back around the corner and out of sight. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, and continued to stroke his cock slowly, the sight from the other room etched indelibly in his mind. He heard the bed creak as feet softly hit the floor, and he knew that Rehana had finally reached his mother’s feet. With the sound of something softly landing on the floor, Prasad knew that his mother, too, was now naked. And he waited anxiously for the sound of the bed telling it was okay to look again. As Rehana eased back onto the bed, eager to rejoin her now naked lover, Prasad peered once again around the cornered. He spied his lover’s ass as she moved her leg across his mother’s legs and lowered her body until once again, the two were locked in each other’s arms, lips pressing gently, but urgently, together. 

Rehana felt like she couldn’t get enough of this woman as they lay locked together, rolling freely and frequently across the bed. Their hands wandered everywhere, exploring everything, and she felt her passion building at a frantic pace. She marveled at how different it was with Mukta than it had been with Sunita; patient instead of frantic, tender instead of rough.

She moaned “OOOOOOoohhhhhhhhh yaaaa”as Mukta wedged one leg between hers and began rubbing her pussy against Rehana’s legs. Quickly, she followed suit, both women rolling across the bed, grinding their pussies on each other’s thighs. And she could feel the tension in her lover as she neared her climax and as their grinding took on a greater urgency.


Rehana slid down ever so slowly and moved her tongue over Mukta’s thighs and then over to the cunt and she spread her cunt lips with her finger and moved her tongue over to the clit the touch of the soft tongue over the clit sent electric shivers in Mukta’s body 

She screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooh REHUUUUUUUUUU yes lcik me long time my clit has not been liked like this”
Rehana kept licking her moving her tongue from top of her clit till the edge of the asshole then from sideways she was doing on Mukta;s cunt as she was normally licked by guys and she knew every pleasure point of women’s cunt and near by area , so she kept on licking it and made Mukta go mad and be for more “ooooooooooooooooooooooooh yesssssssssssssssssssss I am cummingggggggggggg please don’t stop lick me lick my cunt yessssssssssssssssssssss”
At the same time Mukta moved towards Rehana’s cunt started doing the same what Rehan was doing to her cunt now it was Rehana’s tunr to moan “OOOOOOOOOOOOOH Muktaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yessssssssssss I am alos cummingggggggggggggggg baby yssssssssssssssssss’’

The two women clutched desperately at each other as their orgasms crashed hit, even as Prasad was emptying his sperm into his shorts. Finally, as the last of the waves passed, they relaxed their hold on each other, content to lie together until sanity returned.

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Knowing that the time had come, Prasad slipped back to his room. He gathered his things quietly and crept back into the hall. He passed the quest room bent low, praying he wouldn’t be caught, and made his way to the garage. He grabbed his bag and headed out the back door, wondering just how he was going to spend the rest of the weekend. 

He certainly knew how his mother and Rehana were going to be spending it.


“I wasn’t entirely honest with you,” Rehana said as the two women lay in each other’s arms, still basking in their sexual pleasure.

“Oh?” Mukta said, rolling away from her naked friend slightly.

“I haven’t been entirely alone, lately,” Rehana explained. “I’ve had an occasional fling with a certain gentleman. It’s not an exclusive relationship, but it is a very special one. Are you mad?”

“Should I be?”

“Well, I misstated the truth just to get you into bed.”

Mukta leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Why should that bother me? It worked didn’t it?"

“Hi sweetheart,” Mukta said as her son entered the kitchen through the garage door. “How was your trip?”

“It was fine,” he responded, giving his mom a quick kiss. “Hi Rehana aunty ,” he said to his mother’s best friend, their temporary house guest.

The funny thing was, he actually had spent the weekend. He’d been forced out of the house on Friday when Rehana, his lover, decided to seduce his mom. She’d told Mukta that Prasad had gone camping, thereby ensuring a weekend alone for the two girls. Prasad had watched the seduction, learning things about his mother he’d never imagined, before sneaking out the garage. He didn’t have much trouble convincing his buddy Anirudh, that a weekend in the woods would be fun.

“Did you girls do anything special?” he asked, giving a knowing wink to Rehana.

“Oh, just girl stuff,” Rehana answered, smiling. It was Tuesday, right around noon, when Mukta turned the car onto her street, heading home with another unexpected afternoon off. As she approached her house, she noticed both Prasad’s and Rehana’s car in the driveway. “That’s odd,” she thought. “Just like last Saturday.” And a funny feeling crept over her as she thought back to the day when she’d walked in on Rehana, naked in bed in the middle of the day, and the seduction that followed. 

For some reason which she couldn’t quite put her finger on, Mukta drove right by the house, turned at the next corner, and parked out of sight of the house. “What was Rehana doing home?” she thought as she exited her car.

She cut through the neighbor’s back yard, approaching her own house furtively. She knew she was being silly, but couldn’t convince herself to turn around. 

First, she approached Prasad’s bedroom window and peered inside. Nothing. Next, she came to the guest room window - the room occupied by her house guest - and peered inside. Again nothing. She even looked inside her own bedroom window. Still nothing.

Nearly convinced it was only her imagination playing tricks with her mind, she decided to take a quick look in the living room before going back to get her car.

And there they were. Instinctively, Mukta jumped back from the window. “What the hell?” she gasped. She took a second to regain her composure and slowly moved back to the window.

There was her son, pacing back and forth across the living room floor, while Rehana stood completely still in the middle of the room, almost at attention, with a blindfold around her eyes.

Mukta watched as her son stopped pacing, ending up in front of her blindfolded friend. She saw Prasad saying something, but couldn’t quite make out the words. And her jaw dropped when Rehana pulled her saree of her shoulder allowed it to fall on the ground , and began unbuttoning the blouse right in front of Prasad. It didn’t take long until she slid the blouse off her shoulders and handed it to Prasad, who tossed it in a heap in the corner.

Mukta stood there, hiding in the bushes, too stunned to move, too stunned to think. She watched as Rehana reached behind her back, undid the clasp of her lacy netted bra which was waiting to be removed so her huge tits get freedom, and removed it quickly. Obediently, she held it out for Prasad, who took it from her and tossed it on top of the blouse.