Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Lollobionda]

To make the wait for Salir a little more friendly, here is a short fictional story...

I hope that this will help to alleviate the wait ...

Lollobionda

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Meena was delighted that at last our home would be fully protected from fire and theft. Over the Christmas holidays I spent my time wiring out the house and fixing the I.R. motion detector in all rooms and I used the two special ones that contained the cameras, in just two key places, the bedroom and the bathroom. I wired it all back to my basement den where I installed the twin recorders and small colour monitor.

In the back of my mind I had another agenda, one that I've keep secret from my beautiful wife. I was a secret wife watcher and loved nothing better than to watch her dress or undress without her knowing I was there. The cameras mounted in the two prime locations would help me not only to watch her live but I could record her as well. 
By New Year's Eve I was testing all the circuits and doing light level test on the two cameras. I was confident that she would never guess that they were there for even if you took the units apart you would never identify the cameras. It was all one circuit board with a small bubble lens mounted in front of a light sensitive chip.

We were going to a New Year's party that night so for the first time I could try my new system out on a live subject. Meena, my pretty wife went upstairs for her bath at about 4 and I watched her undress in the bedroom and then she lay soaking in the bath. Almost immediately I got my first hit, while soaking in the bath she cupped her fine tits, a good handful at 34C and started to give them a good mauling. Since we first met years ago I have always know she like her tits worked on and the fastest way of getting her off was to spend some time on them; not the most arduous task in the world. 

Then after many minute of squeezing them and pinching her nipples her hand descended down to between her legs and disappeared from sight under the dirty water. 
It didn't take a medic to work out what she was doing, for the water was lapping over the rim and her whole body shuddered as she came. I suddenly had a fear that I hadn't switched on the recorders but after checking I found that I had.

She entered our bedroom dry and still naked to start to get dressed for the evening out. First she put on a pair of light blue knickers and then sat at her dressing table to do her makeup and brush her short hair for what seemed like hours. Out of the closet she pulled a light blue party dress that I had never seen before and she pulled it on feet first. It had only one shoulder strap and was quite low at the front and I remembered that she didn't put a bra on first. I thought it time for me to put in an appearance.
"Nadir, what do you think?" she asked giving me a twirl.
"Mmm, it's lovely, is it new?" I asked.
"Fairly," she admitted, "shall I wear it with or without a bra?"
"I don't know," I said "try both and I see."
I was then treated to a small strip show as her luscious tits came into and out of my vision.
"Without," I said coming to a decision, "shows off your great tits nicely."
"Stop it," she scolded but I could tell she like hearing me say things like that...

I must take a small time out to tell you about Meena my 30-year-old wife. She 5, 3 tall with blond hair that these days she keeps cut short. Her figure is a very nice 34C, 26, 36. In the last couple of years she may had added an inch or two to her waist and hips that only gives her more curvy and sexier body. She's not shy about herself but then again she wouldn't dream of walking about the house in any state of undress which isn't good news for an avid wife watcher like me.
The party went with out a hitch, I lost her for a few dances, but then I had a nice couple with Jane our hostess who I've had a yearn for, for many years.

Ok another time out to talk about me. I'm just less than 6 foot high with curly blond hair, cut slightly longer than my wife's. At 35 I'm five year older than Meena and in reasonable shape for my job can be quite strenuous at times. 
I'm not a jealous man, if I know she really loves me and will always come back to me, she can do almost anything she likes, in fact the naughtier she behaves the sexier she becomes in my eyes. I can remember feel so proud walking along side her bikini clad figure where every male eye on the beach was glued to her sexy body...

Over the next few weeks I monitored her days on the screen in the basement. This was made easier for there were only recordings when the I.R. sensor picked up movement. Her whole day could be compressed into ten minutes of action. Every day was pretty much the same and I got used to her changing her clothes and taking baths, not that I still get a small thrill from it. 
But some days there was a bonus, like the day when her best friend Aditi came calling and together they started to try on some new clothes that they had just bought. I've never had any thoughts about Aditi, she being much to skinny for my taste but under the close scrutiny of the cameras she had a nicer body than I had thought. While I was watching the images on the screen I was willing them to get it on together, just one of my little fantasies, but they didn't...

Then I hit the jackpot, it was just another ordinary day, she bathed and dressed in knickers and a dress, the only odd thing was she left her bra off, something I never seen her do before. The bathroom door opened and she came in with a stranger, I was puzzled for a few minutes but then I knew who he was. 
She had been on at me about a new bathroom suite and I remember she had mentioned just the other day that she was getting someone round to give her a quote. I almost switched it off and head for my tea, my hand was on the power switch when Meena bent over the bath and exposed her long legs to the eyes of the plumber. 

The position of the camera was perfect to catch his eyes travel up her legs and perhaps catch a glimpse of her white knickers underneath her tight skirt. Then it struck me for I remembered her braless state, she had been expecting his visit and had dressed accordingly. My pulse was now racing and my throat dry, my only wish now was that I could hear what they were saying.

She was still waving her arms around indicating her requirements when he reached out and ran his hand up her thigh. She turned to face him and in that instance I caught her smiling lustful face. She sat on the rim of the bath, her hands behind her and she lent forward slightly to push her unfetter tits out towards him. Again I just wish I could hear what they were saying but again he reached out and this time he cupped her fine tits. For a long second she let it remain there before she moved it off with a few words, but her smile didn't waver from her face. More talking and then they exited the bathroom and I picked them up in the main bedroom.
He took her in his arms and kissed her but she just stood there her arms limp at her side. He pushed her away and she fell backwards on to our bed. He stood at the foot of the bed his face away from camera but I could guess they were talking again. 
With a  swift movement he pulled off his t-shirt and joined her on the bed. This time her arms went around his naked torso as they kissed. I could see his hands squeezing her tits through her dress then after a few minutes he flipped her over and unzipped her; she was naked in seconds. There wasn't a lot of further foreplay, he fell between her spread thighs and pushed into her. It was a fast and forceful rut, lasting mere minutes but both parties seemed to enjoy it, I had too and I was sporting a painful boner that she would get the benefit of later my fantasy little slut...

For the next couple of weeks she got more cock than she usually gets from me for every night I would see her with that plumber and I would get an instant boner. Her days were pretty boring though, filled with nothing out of the usual. 
Only two times did I catch her being naughty, once again in the bath using her fingers between her thighs and once on top of the bed. The timer in the top corner of the screen said it was 2.30 in the afternoon when she came into the bedroom, stripped off her dress and lay down on the bed. She had done this a couple of times before and had just dozed for an hour or so. This time it started out the same but after 5 minutes or so her hands stated to wander over her body; then she unclipped her bra and rolled down her knickers. 
At first it was just her hands and fingers that she used, but then she almost jumped off the bed and picked up her hairbrush from the dressing table and once back on the bed she inserted its handle into herself. 
It was incredible sexy to watch her hump herself to orgasm using such an every day object like that.

"Come and have a look at this," my colleague said, "these have just come in, what do you think?"

He handed me an I.R. unit and turned it over in my hands and I could see nothing unusual about it.

"It's fucking brilliant," he said, "they've improved the light sensitivity of the camera and they have installed a microphone too."
"Great," I said, "I will take two." ....


Have fun
Lollobionda

[Salir]

Dear Friend Lollobionda,
You are a highly talented writer and I am highly pleased and very thankful that you wrote such a thrillful, excellent, narration about our daily adventures…
You are familiar with our feelings, and you know your way around with my and Meena’ s inclinations.
The life challenges give me not much time, but I hope I can send a new update soon.
Meanwhile, have a nice time,
Salir

[Lollobionda]

Lieber Freund,

ich fühle mit dir und dein bester Part "mit dem du gesegnet würdest" in diesem Leben, nämlich Meena...

Ich wünsche euch Beiden alles Gute,
vor allem aber ein gesundes, erfolgreiches und glückliches 2023.

Hoffentlich bis bald
und liebe Grüße

Lollobionda 

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Dear friend,


I feel for you and your best part "you would be blessed with" in this life, namely Meena....

I wish you both all the best,
but most of all, a healthy, successfuly and happy 2023.

Hope to see you soon
and best regards

Lollobionda 

[Salir]

Lieber Freund,

ich fühle mit dir und dein bester Part "mit dem du gesegnet würdest" in diesem Leben, nämlich Meena...

Ich wünsche euch Beiden alles Gute,
vor allem aber ein gesundes, erfolgreiches und glückliches 2023.

Hoffentlich bis bald
und liebe Grüße

Lollobionda 

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Dear friend,


I feel for you and your best part "you would be blessed with" in this life, namely Meena....

I wish you both all the best,
but most of all, a healthy, successfuly and happy 2023.

Hope to see you soon
and best regards

Lollobionda 

Lieber Freund,

Ich und meine Meena wünsche dir auch im Jahr 2023 Gesundheit, Erfolg und viel Freude.

Dear Friend,
Me and my Meena wish you and your family the best health, success and joy for the year 2023.

Nadir (Salir)

[Real don]

WAITING FOR NEXT UPDATE

[Salir]

WAITING FOR NEXT UPDATE

Just a little more patience my friend... I am working on it....


Salir

[Lollobionda]

It is 5.45 p.m. in Germany, the weather "ice cold, -5 C° to 10 cm fresh snow".

Your announcement to continue the story in short warmed our hearts !..

You give me the reason to visit the site (xossipy) again.
Thank you ...

I am already looking forward to the continuation and to seeing you here again.


Lollobionda

[Salir]

It is 5.45 p.m. in Germany, the weather "ice cold, -5 C° to 10 cm fresh snow".

Your announcement to continue the story in short warmed our hearts !..

You give me the reason to visit the site (xossipy) again.
Thank you ...

I am already looking forward to the continuation and to seeing you here again.


Lollobionda

Loving your comment. Thank you very much my friend.
You and other loyal friends won't be disappointed... 

Salir

[Salir]

Just A Dream ?!

A few months have passed since Meena’s uncle, Mansour was killed in a car accident.  His Friend Saleh was gone and opened a real estate branch in his hometown. Our daily life returned to a normal, married couple lifestyle, hanging out with our friends, work, and the occasional love making. We had now sex one or two times a week. 
We had contact with Major’s family and from time to time visited them mostly because his wife has not fared well. Meena appreciated her high esteem, and unfortunately her illness had progressed in last time.
Some weeks ago he had to take her to the hospital and some rainy day we are notified that she has passed away. Meena was very upset for some days. Then the life found its daily rhythm.
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I was carefree and not in a hurry to change the situation and find a new exciting adventure even if I thought often about it.  But for me, sometimes the thought that the life goes by quickly without any special, exciting time was almost frightened.
Since Mansour’s arrival in our lives, we had experienced many fiery activities and adventures. Those days introduced us to another world, a somehow very exciting lifestyle we didn't know before his appearance. Previously me and my beautiful wife couldn’t envision being part of such lewd adventures.
I had to admit that actually these happenings revealed some drives in deeper parts of my psyche. I discovered my desire and lust to dream of and even to watch my wife, Meena, with other persons. The dreaming of or watching her pleasing other men, gave me an unbelievable feeling and pleasure.
Before these occurrences I looked at such a behaviour or habit as perversion, and now I considered it as a normal and for me highly pleasant act.
Subsequently, at this silent phase of our life, now and then, I was always eager to dream about my beloved Meena behaving like in the time of the presence and visits of his uncle Mansour every chance I could. Yes, I have been yet obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the last months.
About Meena, I used to know that she loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life pass across her darkened eyelids. She had confessed this many times and she admitted that the clarity of her daydreams was outstanding, most being stunningly alive in vivid Technicolor!  Even at early 30s of her life, Meena wondered if she was different than most women and if other women visualized their past and their dreams in such detail. She spoke many times about these day dreamings with me. It was all about her journey through life telling me it was like yesterday that she was a girl, a young girl gaining experience in the world without any regrets or fears, she was a girl trying desperately to prove to everyone that she was a well-refined, vibrant woman, just before she met me and fell in love with me. 
Sometimes I wondered if Meena is fantasizing especially about some of the naughty and erotic events that happened to her over the last months especially with her uncle Mansi, and wondered if she would behave the same and do things again or would do differently.
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Meena tells the story:
The weekend was ahead, and it promised to be one of those rare opportunities to be alone.  I was slowly getting rid of the grief and sadness over the death of the Major's kind wife. My  husband, Nadir, had gone away for a weekend congress, and he had left a couple of hours earlier.  I welcomed the alone time because it afforded me the freedom to do whatever I wanted.  With the aspect of cold rainy days just around the corner that does not allow me to go swimming or sport in free, it seemed these days that I felt a powerful urge to think or dream.  I questioned often if I had missed something or if things should have been different.  Did I have any regrets, I wondered?
I was really looking forward to being home alone for the rest of the weekend.  When Nadir first told me about his trip, I was sad, but it soon turned to elation when I realized the freedom I would have.  I was already in a dreamlike state of mind when the sun was in fading I got home from work and the weekend officially began.  Rushing downstairs and out to the guest house, I threw myself on the bed there.  For some strange reason, I had decided to use that bedroom for my fantasy escapades.  Maybe not using the bedroom I shared with my Nadir, I reasoned, alleviated some of the guilt feelings for acting secretively.
I landed on the bed letting out a big sigh of exhaustion from the long workweek.  Lying spread-eagled on the bed with my arms stretched out over my head, my mind immediately went into fantasyland.  At this point I would dream of watching myself, as an actress playing the role of Meena, moving from one event to the next, from one chapter to the next.
I smiled to myself, reflecting for a moment how lucky I had been to meet and fell in love Nadir, but abruptedly came the face of my uncle, Mansour in front of my eyes and then…
I am dreaming. I see a silhouette at the window I look out at the full moon from window, the strange silhouette is not there. A moment I wonder where he is, perhaps he tries to come in and to find me. I hear a push on the door. The lock that could keep that stranger out do not exist. Then he is in, a silhouette with a complete outline. There is Mansour standing in front of the door! A yearning clenches in my stomach. Some months are passed since he is dead, I know this for sure but he is there again. The silhouette turns to me, I could see clearly now, his muscles tense and chest heaving, a red glow emanating from the black depths of his eyes, his face hard and frozen as he concentrates and regains his control over his body. I feel terrified, but I can’t move. He is looking in my direction.
I feel watched and notice  that I am completely naked. As I see his gaze on me, a nervous shiver ran down my spine. It seems if he is trying to defeat, conquer and then occupy me with his look. He moves forward and at the next moment he is with me.
Beneath my skin, I feel something strong and unseen rolls against my weak and powerless body, like a heat spread through the waves on a water surface.
His lips slip easily over my skin, spiralling around my now lightly damp waist. They emerge  to crawl slowly over my stomach, tracing the curves of my breasts, gliding over my nipples, squeezing and biting them gently.
Meanwhile, his strong feet encircle my ankles, pulling me gently forward, crawling up my legs.
My arousal blossoms and juices flew between my cunt lips as his upper thighs tighten around my thighs, bending my knees, and spreading me wide.
His one hand emerges to run over my mound, making me moan as it slips through my wetness. I arch my back as it pushes slowly over my swollen pearl, circling gently.
Then the fingers of his other hand reach my waist, spiralling around my arms, ringing my breasts, playing with my now erect nipples. I hear me, I moan softly as the first hand flows again between my legs, pushing gently through my entrance, diving deep within me and corkscrewing along my passage. Rocking my hips, I encourage more contact as the fingers twist  and spread  inside of me, forcing a long delighted cry from my throat. I stretch my arms, arching my back and shaking as I feel the pulse of pleasure breaking within.
I squeeze my eyelids tightly together while a shuddering breath. The room is very dark except for the soft blue light of the moon shining through the thin curtains. I cannot move. My knees are bent to my sides and flattened against the bed. I whimper and groan at the fire between my legs, the heat radiating up my stomach, spreading across every nerve in my body.
He pulls himself down, he is between my legs. Now his tongue playing across my clit, sucking, and licking as he holds my wrists tightly behind her back, pinning me to the bed. He pauses to drive a long tongue deep into my hole, causing me to cry out in hunger. In one moment, strong slick scales caressed my skin, twisting endlessly against the length of my shivering hull.
There is no motion. I open my eyes and look down; I see Mansoor watching me over my mound. A soft red glow burning in the centre of his black eyes as his tongue flicks inside me one more time, sharp and hot, making my hips buck uncontrollably. His strong hands wrap around my wrists and pull my arms behind my back. His shoulder pressed against my open thigh. The muscles in his arms bulge  with the effort to hold me, keeping me immobilized. Each movement shoots a somehow pleasant pain through my body. His Tongue inside me begins thrusting, bulging, twisting as I squirm and writhe but unable to move, a tense frustrated frenzy begins wracking my body...
Feeling me tremble, he begins to gently chew on my swollen bud. Quite suddenly, I cry out in desperate ecstasy, pleasure wracking through my body as a hot wave of pleasure made my back arch more stiffly, my hips dancing wildly as I climax.
"Let go, please… let me go Mansi," I groan desperately as my body jolts with the pulsing orgasm. He is pinning me down when every particle in my body wants to expand, vibrate, and burst apart.

To be continued...

[Salir]

I feel my juices pour into his mouth and he rolls his tongue languidly around my cunt lips, savouring the taste. He pauses momentarily and watch my stomach quivering and my breasts bouncing.
"Oh, my princess, I've missed you..." Mansi purrs as he slipped his finger between my wet lips and gently fingers the swollen clit, my ass jolted up and I whimper.
"So sensitive,"he whispers in a low soft growl.
I know Mansour’s giant cock is now completely erect and throbbing.  He bends his head and begins a long, leisurely lick from my mound to my clit, spreading his tongue broadly through my drenched pussy lips, relishing the taste of the orgasm he had forced upon me.
I meow at the feel of his tongue, my legs quivering madly again as I feel more fluids gush into his mouth. He still hold me tight, while my small wrists easily contain in his large hands. I know he enjoys my weak attempts to escape, similar to previous times. I know how easily he would ignore them.
Uncle Mansi begins to nip the soft flesh on the inside of my sensitive thighs as my trembling starts to diminish.
Hearing a new soft moan with each bite, he takes a large piece in his mouth and bites down, causing me to cry out in pain. At this, I feel he is smiling as always when he caused me to cry out. I know now for sure that his cock is suffering for my hot, open cunt. Eagerly, he frees my wrists and easily flips me over.
I lay limp and trembling as Mansi wraps my arms behind my back, holding them down with one hand as he rubs the head of his gigantic prick over the crack of my ass, through my slit and spreading my cunt lips.
With his knees, he kicks my legs apart, opening me up before him and lifted me with his burning massive stick.
"I wonder ... Have you missed your uncle? Yes, I see, your hot pussy has missed her owner…" His soft gravely whisper melts my stomach and I spread automatically my thighs wide to encourage my dear uncle. He aligns the head of his cock against my entrance and begins to press lightly. I moan softly and lift my ass to him.
"No, no, my princess, my Meena ... tell me."
" Meena ... tell me how you missed me..."
"I've missed you so much." I whisper, moving my hips hungrily as my uncle rubs the tip of his big bulb over my clit.
"Are you ready for me?" He asks.
"I .." But before I continue, Mansour thrusts into me suddenly, cutting my words off.
I feel it, I am slick but tight and his aggressive fat rod backs into me, forcing the wide head against my cervix. A sharp pressure shot through my stomach, and I release a strangled cry as a new surge of pleasure spread over my hips.
My cunt is like a hot vice around his corpulent shaft and my velvety muscles down there clenching around it. He feels this and growls softly, "Yes, you are my sweet princess..."
Determining to stretch the tight walls, he takes a hold of my upper arms and pulls my back towards him, working his hips in circles, while my whimpers motivating him to push harder against the soft barrier within my body.
I knew from the past times, that my soft and tender skin against his, sending electricity through his muscles, exciting his hunger for my body. He had always stressed, he could devour me, swallow up me, consume me and break me against him.
A sheen of sweat begins to glisten on my skin. He hears my pant, he pauses for a moment with the tip of his shaft pressed against my inner barrier, seeking control.
I don’t know why, but there is fear that lay just beneath my arousal.
Mansour closes his eyes as if concentrate to force the high flames of his sexual desire for me into a distant corner of his mind. I see his nostrils flaring, if he brings in the scent of my eager cunt and then whispers, " you are pure femininity my baby… you are the hints of lavender… you are the smell of sun…".
When he opened his eyes, I watch and notice a hot red glow burned in his black eyes. Then I feel he begins to ravish my body; fucking me with an animal like aggression.
I  cry out weakly with each plunge, his gigantic cock gliding hotly down my passage, burning me from within. The heat rose through my stomach as a new orgasm swelled inside me. Each new thrust pledges to burst the delicate bubble of pleasure.
I begin finally to beg; a whispered repeated song of "please Mansi… please Mansi..."
Dropping my arms, he tangles with strong fingers through my hair and pulls back to him, his mouth closing over the soft slope of my neck, his proud cock bending inside my body as he wraps an arm around my waist and thrust upwards, lifting me on his aggressive pole.
 
I cry  out as his hand grabs tight at her breast while his teeth sinking into the nap of my neck, releasing a wave of pure ecstasy through my body.
Deliriously, I roll forward, shaking and trembling uncontrollably with my new climax.
He wraps another arm across my chest, holding my convulsing body firmly against him as he continues to thrust, groaning as my lost and occupied cunt begins to spasm around his cruel rod.
A deep rumble of growling fills the room as he released himself far inside of my body. With each new powerful thrust, hot ropes of his hot cum coat my cunt, lifting me with his proud prick, holding me so tight that I have to gasp for breath.
When the tremors in my thighs dissipated, he lowers me to the bed and continues to thrust softly against my smooth buttocks, letting the last throbs of cum empty into my now lost body.
Exhaling slowly, he straightens his back and I could imagine he looks down at my pale figure beneath him, admiring his work. I am moaning softly, my hair fluttering covers my face. There is a shore pause, a deep silence. I think he is watching my conquered and occupied body as the moonlight from the window highlights the curves of it.
I can guess he thinks now that I could take another long fucking, as he racks his strong fingers over the lean muscles in my back. He lowers himself gently against me and begin to kiss my back which cause me to shiver.
"What a nice dream you have, my princess," he whispers, a smile evident in his voice. He lets his cock rest between my ass cheeks as he covers my body with his.
His words prick at my mind, even though I am too weak to think. Am I dreaming? or is he really back? My insides are still really warm, waves of pleasure still rolling through my legs and stomach.
The feeling of him on top of me, warm and strong, is comforting and real, it cannot be just a dream. I need to turn to him, wrap my arms and legs around his waist, to invite him deep inside me once more. But I can’t move, she can’t think, my mind fuzzy and dull.
His lips are gliding over my shoulders, pulling me out of the motionless reverie. I roll finally over to face him and he leans in to kiss me, his thick lips caressing mine but not forcing them open.
Moving down my chin, his lips brush against my neck and tickles the soft spot above my shoulder. His long nose brushes against my skin, burrowing his face in my neck. His teeth nip the sensitive flesh there causing me chuckling softly, squirm away from him.
He closes a hand around the back of my neck, the fingers tight and firm. I open my eyes to find him peering with his deep and intense eyes, down at me.
I get scared for a moment and my mind began to clear.
"How did you get in Mansi? Is this real?" There is a slight tremble in my voice, I hear.
"Does somebody attempt to lock me out?" He asks, amused. The soft gravel in his voice sends a hint of electric wave dancing down my back.
"I told you before," a small smile appears on the corner of his lips. "Nothing and Nobody can lock me out as long as you do not want it" He lowers his head and starts to kiss the space beneath my chin, glancing up to watch my eyes flutter and roll back. "This will work out quite nicely, I think." He pauses to glance out of window in the darkness.
My eyes widen at this, and I move  away from him. "No, no Mansi, please..." I hear my voice firm but desperate.  He frowns, his expression turns hard and intense. I ignore it and continue  "There is Nadir... what if ..."
"Will you argue? Nobody can stop…" His expression caused a tingle of fear to crawl up my spine and  I start to move away from him.
He took my knee and pulls my leg over his hip, leaning into me now, holding her down with his weight.
"What if Nadir notices?" I murmur as he dips his head and begins kissing my neck once again.
He smiles while his lips caress my skin and cause me shiver. He doesn’t reply, but I can see the glitter with excitement in his eyes as he hears the fear in my voice. I sense his prick twitches and begin to swell at the discomfort and ailment in my words.
He rakes his teeth over my nipple and takes the bulge of her breast hungrily into his mouth. I feel myself so fragile and soft, so easily torn beneath him.
"You can't be here... " I wince. I feel the fear begins to lay down comfortably in my heart.
I try to speak again, but I choke as he bites down on my nipple, pain and pleasure closing my throat.
"Just temporary my sweet princess. " He says between kisses. He is biting softly now, dragging his teeth along my skin. "Just the times you want and need me, before we are one some day..."
"No. No, I don't…" I interrupt him. "I don't want to leave Nadir, never..."
Abruptly, he lifts his head to look at me, the sudden movement startling me silent. His face is hard. His sharp features drawn, his brow furrowed.
"You do not belong here and to him." His voice is quiet and soft, but it makes me think of an unsheathing sword. "You belong with me... You must be with me, for ever..."
I feel a note of desperation lay beneath his soft growl. I sense a small crack in the stone wall, revealing a trace of fear.
"He is not worth you and this is no place for us, my darling..." He whispers again, regaining his serenity. "You do not serve him or anybody else..." And kissing my nose lightly adds "...only me, your uncle..."
He bends to bite my neck, his teeth sharp against my collarbone. He spread my knees wide with his legs and abruptedly enters my body, his swollen cock once again is hard and hot in me.
It is hot, unnaturally hot. Warmth envelops me and my thoughts run around. "It's... Too hot... I'm too hot." I tilt my head back, trying to gulp fresh air.
"Do you feel it?" He breathes into my ear. Broad red bands appear on his skin, rising from his chest to his neck.
"You had and have the strength to take it and it belongs to you, for ever my hot princess." A low growling purr comes from his throat. He rises above me, wrapping two strong hands around my hips, forcing me further onto his cock.
He is on his knees, easily holding my body up to him, digging his strong fingers into my hips. I stretch my arms out for support and search for supporting, but he holds me too high.
Beads of sweat dots on my chest and drips from my stomach. His rigid cock feels like fire buried deep inside my womb, burning through me, forcing a new wave of pleasure to spread through my body. I  cry out as the mounting waves crashes and floods me with another rush of ecstasy. I shake beneath him, feeling the walls of my cunt pulsing around his cock.
Mansi holds me tight while he is enjoying the velvety pressure enveloping his shaft. I know he watches proudly how my eyes roll back and my mouth stretch silently with pleasure. My breath is heavy, my breast tilts up while my back arches at an angle. I stay like this for a long moment, frozen in time as my orgasm overtakes me again.
As I calm down and relax, he drops my hips, pulls out his pulsating cock shiny from my Juices and pulls me flabbily upright. He holds the back of my neck firmly and forces his sharp shaft through my  lips and erupts against the back of my throat. He moans loudly when I work hungrily my horny tongue and suck his fat cock eagerly. 
"Suck it my baby.. Swallow it my baby… you are my girl… " He whispers. I struggle to swallow, white streams of juice spilling from the corners of my mouth. "Swallow it princess..." He growls and I gulp obediently, sucking the large head of his cock and bolting down each new pulsating flow of cum. He growls and arches, pressing his hips into my face.
When the last shot of cum spills from the head of his cock, he lays backwards on the bed, still holding my head to him.
"I want you to lick me clean my sweet girl…" He purrs, gathering the long waves of hair from my face and holds the heap in  his tight fist.
I use dutifully my searching tongue to slowly clean his now shaft, my soft lips wrapping softly around the deep purple red head, sucking gently and devotedly as new lazy spurts of cum leaks out.
"Aaaah, yes my darling..." He groans as I feel his muscles relax and softens.
I  lift my head to find him watching me, one arm behind his head, deep dark eyes glittering in the moonlight. He lets go of my hair and smiles pleased and satisfied as it fell around my shoulders. I feel  submissively proud for a moment that he is so pleased with my obedient femininity and at the next moment I am ashamed of this feeling.
Perhaps he feels about this. "My sweet princess, you are truly beautiful; your skin, your soft curls, your lips, your breasts, your nipples and your pussy... This is a true story book princess, and she is all mine," he speaks. I look down at my body looking at my pale skin which seems to glow with the moonlight.
"My sexy hot princess," he purrs, caressing the slope of my neck, combing long thin fingers through my hair. He wants to keep me like this always I guess; naked, exposed and wanton. My skin cool against his stomach, my naked body stretched across the bed before him makes him desperately possessive, I guess.
"What do you want me to do, then?" I aks, laying my cheek against his stomach "My brave uncle?"
Mansi brushes my hair over my shoulder and chuckles softly. I imagine he can still smell a feint sweet hint of my sex.
"No, my dear, not a brave uncle…" His voice a soft hoarse whisper as he smiles wickedly down at me. "I'm your dragon.". And continues, "Just obey your will and your body’s wish, be my brave princess forever and never forget me, never try to forget the extraordinary and unique feeling and joy I can give you, never try to forget the pleasure your body can experience when I am around you, with you and in you… ".

To be continued...

[Lollobionda]

Welcome back dear friend.

Thank you for the promise and thank you again for the sequel, 
which follows on from the previous chapters at the highest level.

Very well and vividly portrayed with all facets; eroticism, passion, 
emotion, love and attachment...

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Welcome back dear friend.

Thank you for the promise and thank you again for the sequel, 
which follows on from the previous chapters at the highest level.

Very well and vividly portrayed with all facets; eroticism, passion, 
emotion, love and attachment...

Lollobionda

Dear friend,
Thank you very much.
I appreciate your commemts very much.
I hope I will have more time in future to continue my narration.

Have a nice time and fun.
Salir

[Lollobionda]

I wonder if this is really a dream of Meena, or if it is an experienced intercourse 
"which for some reason was not recorded by the installed cameras and Nadir 
was not informed of it !

Maybe the next chapters will shed some light on this nuance of reality and dream...

Lollobionda

[Blackdick11]

Fantastic update my friend.

This isn't just a dream for Meena, it's much more. An emotion that tied her to Mansoor. In her memory, he seems still alive even though he is gone.

[Salir]

I wonder if this is really a dream of Meena, or if it is an experienced intercourse 
"which for some reason was not recorded by the installed cameras and Nadir 
was not informed of it !

Maybe the next chapters will shed some light on this nuance of reality and dream...

Lollobionda

Even I was not sure at first... 
Note Nadir's reaction and his concern after being informed about this story from his Meena...

It comes soon...

Have a good time

Salir

[Salir]

Fantastic update my friend.

This isn't just a dream for Meena, it's much more. An emotion that tied her to Mansoor. In her memory, he seems still alive even though he is gone.

Thank you my friend.

Have fun.

Salir

[abcturbine]

Superb....
Amazing....

[Salir]

Superb....
Amazing....

Thanks friend.

Salir

[Eswar P]

Welcome back sir very nice update

[Lollobionda]

Last weekend I read the story again from the beginning to the end to understand the process 
so that I am up to date.
I really enjoyed meeting Meena and Nadir again (emotionally and in my mind!).

In the process, a thought (or rather a question) was created in me and also occupied me:

Did Meena and Hamid become closer in the past than what we saw in the "birthday party"?

((Thursday at noon, as I called Meena to go together for lunch, at the canteen of the hospital.

She told me, 'Hamed is going with me.'

“Who is Hamed?” I asked.

“Did you forget my new colleague?”

“Oh, yes. The new assistant. I didn't know his name.”

“Now you know it! You'll meet him soon.” And she giggled.

“I am curious!” I said.

“Me too, my baby, me too!”))

Meena would also have asked Nadir to dine with them and use this as an opportunity to introduce Hamid and Nadir to each other.
But she preferred to dine alone with Hamid.
Then there was the birthday party and everything that went on between Meena and Hamid...

- The dance together, the kisses on the neck, his hands on her bum, the quiet conversation during 
the dance and when saying goodbye at the door, and Meena's shy and sometimes frightened glances 
towards Nadir?
... are the attitudes and behaviours that preoccupy me and lead me to believe this.
It is possible that I am wrong, but I hope to find an answer to these questions in the coming postings.
What I am very much looking forward to...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda