Wife wants door open while having sex

[pvsraju]

thanks for the wonderfull gripping narrative story. waiting for next updates

[ashuezy2]

Scene 10

(The scene opens with Lata’s trembling hand pressed against Myra’s clitoris, Myra’s own hand holding her there. Lata is crying, her body shaking.)

Lata: (a broken, pleading whisper) Memsahib, I cannot. Please. It is not right.

Myra: (her voice is like warm honey, thick and hypnotic) It is right because I say it is. You want to be a good girl, don't you, Lata? You want to please your Memsahib after you disappointed me by being so shy?

Lata: (sobbing) Yes, Memsahib. More than anything.

Myra: Then please me now. Press a little. Show me you are listening.

(With a shudder that runs through her entire body, Lata obeys. Her finger presses gently. Myra’s body arches, and a sharp hiss of pleasure escapes her lips.)

Myra: Yessss. There. You see? You are a natural. You understand what feels good. Sagar, our little bird has a magic touch.

Sagar: She is your creature now, my love. She will do whatever you ask.

Myra: I know. And I am asking for more. A little pressure is not enough. I want to feel you inside me, Lata.

Lata: (eyes fly open in sheer terror) Inside? No, Madam!

Myra: One finger. Just the tip. I want to know what you feel like. I want to feel you deep inside my heat. Do it now, Lata. Do not disappoint me again.

(This time, there is no hesitation. The threat of disappointing her mistress is now greater than any other fear. Lata shifts her finger, and with Myra’s hand still guiding her, she slowly pushes the tip of her middle finger inside Myra's wet channel.)

Myra: (a deep, throaty groan) Oh, god. Yes. Just... like... that.

(Kishore, watching from the doorway, makes a small, choked sound. His prize, a simple kiss, seems like child's play compared to this act of profound, terrifying intimacy.)

Kishore: (whispering to the empty air) Her finger... she put her finger inside Memsahib...

Myra: Do you feel that, Lata? Feel how my muscles tighten around you? That is my body welcoming you. That is my pleasure, holding you. You are a part of me now.

Lata: (her voice is a dead, empty whisper, all resistance gone) Yes, Memsahib.

Myra: Now... the final part of the lesson. I want you to bring me to pleasure. Move your finger. Slowly. Just a little curl. Show me you can make your Memsahib happy.

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The Queen on her throne.
  
• Sagar: The King, making a proclamation.
  
• Lata: The offering on the altar.
  
• Kishore: The ghost at the feast.
  

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Scene 11

(The scene opens with Lata’s finger moving hesitantly inside Myra. Myra is breathing in short, sharp gasps, her eyes closed.)

Myra: Yes... just like that. You learn so fast, Lata. But you are too far away. I want to feel your warmth. I want you next to me.

Lata: (her voice is a monotone, devoid of will) Next to you, Memsahib?

Myra: On the bed. Climb up now. Lie beside me. Don't stop what you are doing.

(Kishore, from the doorway, lets out a sound that is half a gasp, half a sob. He watches in utter disbelief as Lata, moving like a sleepwalker, pulls herself onto the massive bed.)

Myra: Here. In the middle. That's right. Now, give me your hand again. Find me.

(Lata settles onto her side between Myra and Sagar, who moves to make room for her. She slips her hand between Myra's legs again and resumes her task. Sagar moves up close behind Lata, his body spooning hers.)

Sagar: (his voice a low rumble, right by Lata’s ear) She fits perfectly, my love. As if this space was always waiting for her.

Lata: (flinches as she feels Sagar's warm breath on her neck)

Myra: Shhh, little bird. Don't be frightened. Sahib is just saying hello.

(Lata feels a single finger begin to trace a line from her shoulder, down her arm. She shivers.)

Sagar: Her skin is so smooth. She trembles like a leaf. I wonder... is she enjoying this? Let's find out.

(His finger drifts to the hem of her kameez and slips underneath, tracing a line up her back. Lata gasps as his fingertip makes contact with her bare skin.)

Myra: She is very sensitive. We will have to be gentle with her. At first.

Sagar: She feels so good, Myra. So new. She learns whatever you teach her. A perfect student. A perfect toy.

(His hand moves to her hip, his thumb stroking her waist.)

Sagar: May be we can have her.

(Myra is silent for a moment, the only sound being her own quickening breath as Lata’s finger continues its shy exploration. Then, she lets out a low, triumphant laugh.)

Myra: Have her, my love? What a wonderfully greedy thought. I think... looking at her right now, lying in our bed, with her finger inside of me and your hand on her... I think we already do.

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Sagar: The King, stating his desire.
  
• Myra: The Queen, considering the proposal.
  
• Lata: The proposed sacrifice.
  
• Kishore: The heartbroken observer.
  

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Scene 12

(The scene opens with the heavy silence in the bedroom. Lata is lying motionless between Myra and Sagar, her hand still inside her Memsahib. Sagar’s hand is on her hip.)

Sagar: (his voice is a low, determined rumble against Lata's ear) What I meant, my love, was I want to make love to her.

(Lata’s body goes rigid. The finger inside Myra, which had been moving by rote, freezes completely. From the doorway, Kishore lets out a tiny, wounded sound, like a stepped-on animal.)

Myra: (She turns her head slightly to look at her husband over Lata’s shoulder. A slow, dangerous smile plays on her lips.) Make love to her? To our little bird? Here? In our bed?

Sagar: Yes. Right now. I want to feel how tight she is. I want you to watch me break her in.

Myra: (She removes her hand from Lata’s and gently strokes the girl’s hair. Lata flinches at the touch.) Did you hear that, Lata? Your Sahib wants to give you a great honor. He wants to make you his. Do you have any idea how many girls in this city would kill for such an opportunity?

Lata: (a choked, terrified sob) Memsahib... no... please... I am just a servant... please...

Myra: You were a servant. Now, you are an offering. And it is rude to refuse a gift from your master.

Sagar: Tell me I can have her, Myra. Give me your permission.

Myra: (She pauses for a long, torturous moment, looking down at the terrified girl between them.) She is my new toy, Sagar. I found her. I trained her. Her first pleasure was in my service.

Sagar: I know. I will not damage her. I will be… gentle.

Myra: (A low laugh escapes her.) Oh, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to be thorough. You have my permission, on one condition.

Sagar: Anything.

Myra: You will do it exactly as I say. Every touch, every movement, will be under my direction. You are merely the instrument. I will be the one playing her.

Sagar: Agreed.

Myra: (She leans down and whispers into Lata’s ear, her voice both soothing and utterly terrifying.) It is decided, little bird. It is time for your final lesson. Now, turn over and face your Sahib. And do not dare to cry. You will look him in the eye and you will take what he gives you.

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The connoisseur.
  
• Sagar: The eager new owner.
  
• Lata: The offering, unveiled.
  
• Kishore: The ghost, weeping.
  

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Scene 13

(The scene opens with Lata on her back, having just turned to face Sagar. He is propped on an elbow, looking down at her, his eyes dark with hunger. Myra is sitting up beside them, an empress watching the games.)

Myra: That's it, little bird. Open your eyes. Look at your Sahib. He has a gift for you.

(Lata’s tear-filled eyes flutter open and meet Sagar’s intense gaze. He doesn't smile.)

Sagar: (his voice is a low, rough command) Show me your tits, Lata.

(Lata flinches and instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, clutching the thin cotton of her uniform.)

Lata: (a terrified whisper) Sahib... please...

Myra: You are not in a position to say please or no, little one. Your Sahib has made a request. You will obey him. I want to see them too. Take it off.

(With a shuddering sob that racks her whole body, Lata’s trembling fingers go to the hem of her top. She slowly, agonizingly, pulls it over her head, revealing a simple, slightly faded cotton bra.)

Myra: (her voice is analytical, like a critic at an art show) Look at that, Sagar. She’s wearing that simple cotton
kameez we give the staff. And underneath… just a plain, cheap cotton bra. Nothing at all like my silks, is it? It's so… functional.

Sagar: I want to see what's under it.

Myra: Of course you do. The bra, Lata. Take it off now.

(Lata reaches behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the clasp. After a moment, it comes undone. She lets the straps fall and slowly removes the bra, her arms staying crossed over her chest.)

Myra: Don't hide yourself. Put your arms down.

(Lata lowers her arms to her sides, exposing her breasts fully for the first time. She squeezes her eyes shut in utter shame. The room is silent for a moment.)

Myra: (a low, impressed whistle) Oh, my. Well now. Look what our little bird has been hiding under that drab uniform. They're magnificent, Sagar. So full and heavy. Those aren't a servant girl's breasts; they're a goddess's. At least a 32DD, wouldn't you say, my love?

(From the doorway, there is a soft, choked groan of pure anguish. It is Kishore.)

Myra: And look at her nipples. They're so dark and puckered. She's terrified, but her body... her body is ready. It knows what's coming.

Sagar: (his voice thick with lust) They are perfect. I want to put my mouth on them.

Myra: Patience, my love. We must unwrap the whole gift before we play with it. Let's see the rest of what we have bought. Lata, the salwar. Take it off.

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The owner of the soul.
  
• Sagar: The owner of the body.
  
• Lata: The offering, divided.
  
• Kishore: The broken ghost.
  

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Scene 14

(The scene opens with Lata, naked from the waist up, frozen by Myra’s command to remove her salwar. Her hands are shaking too badly to untie the drawstring.)

Lata: (a helpless, broken whisper) I can't... Memsahib... my hands...

Myra: (her voice is soft, almost gentle) You are right. You are useless like this. Shhh. It's alright. Let me remove the rest of it.

(Myra leans over, her movements efficient and impersonal. She unties the drawstring of Lata’s salwar and slides it down her legs. She pulls off her simple underwear with the same detached air. Lata is now completely naked on their bed.)

Sagar: A perfect, unmarked canvas. Ready for her master.

Myra: She is. But her lesson is not quite over. She must understand the new rules. Lata, look at me.

(Lata, trying to curl into a ball to hide herself, slowly turns her tear-streaked face to her mistress.)

Myra: I want your worship. Before he takes your body, you will give your devotion to me. Come. Lift your head. Lata, suck my breasts now.

(Lata stares, uncomprehending, at Myra’s full, perfect breasts. The same breasts Kishore was rewarded for kissing. Myra leans closer, guiding Lata's head forward with a hand in her hair until the girl’s mouth finds her nipple.)

Myra: (a soft hiss of pleasure as Lata begins to suckle weakly) That's it. That is where your loyalty belongs. That is where your desire belongs. To me. Always to me.

(Myra strokes Lata’s hair as the girl suckles, then she looks over at her husband, a look of ultimate possession in her eyes.)

Myra: But your body, little bird... your body is a different matter. It has needs. It gets hungry. It gets… wet. I cannot be bothered with such trivial things. So, from this moment forward, Sahab will take care of your bodily needs from now onwards.

Sagar: (a low, possessive growl) A very generous gift, my love. I will use her well.

Myra: (still stroking Lata’s head) I know you will. She is yours to feed, to bathe, and to fuck whenever you please. Her body is your property. But her soul... her soul is mine.

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Sagar: The King, claiming his property.
  
• Myra: The Queen, directing the conquest.
  
• Lata: The territory to be claimed.
  
• Kishore: The silent, broken nation watching.
  

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Scene 15

(The scene opens with Lata suckling Myra's breast. Myra strokes her hair for a moment longer, then gently but firmly pushes the girl’s head away.)

Myra: That is enough devotion for now. Your soul is mine, I am satisfied. But your body has a debt to pay. It is time for you to serve your new master.

(Lata looks up, dazed and terrified, from Myra to Sagar. Sagar’s eyes are burning with a raw, possessive hunger she has never seen before.)

Sagar: Is she ready, my love? Is my gift prepared for me?

Myra: She is. You may do with her as you wish, but remember our agreement. I am the director of this play.

Sagar: Of course. I am merely an actor on your stage.

(He reaches out and grabs Lata by the arm, his grip firm. He easily pulls her from her side and pushes her flat onto her back in the center of the bed.)

Sagar: On your back, girl. Legs open. I want to inspect the property I now own.

(Lata lets out a small cry but obeys without a fight, her body moving on instinct and fear. She spreads her trembling legs. Kishore, still in the doorway, makes a fist so tight his knuckles are white.)

Sagar: (looking down at her) Look at that, Myra. Perfect. Untouched. You've given me a rare and precious thing. A virgin.

Myra: Purity is a beautiful thing, my love. Mostly because of the pleasure one takes in destroying it. You will be her first and her only. A great privilege.

Sagar: Indeed.

(He positions himself between her legs, his erection thick and ready. He looks at Lata’s face, which is a mask of pure terror.)

Myra: Now, Lata. Listen to me. Your Sahib is about to make you a woman. You will not scream. You will not fight. You will not cry. You will take him inside you and you will thank him for the honor he is giving you. Do you understand?

Lata: (a tear slips from the corner of her eye and rolls down her temple) Yes, Memsahib.

Myra: (to Sagar) You may begin, my love. Enter her. Slowly. I want to see the moment she becomes yours.

[sexaddict69]

Update pls!

[ashuezy2]

Adding more scenes....

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[ashuezy2]

More Scenes coming soon with video previews. 

[ashuezy2]

Title: The Open Door Policy

Characters:

• Myra: The high priestess of the ceremony.
  
• Sagar: The instrument of initiation.
  
• Lata: The sacrifice, whose body betrays her.
  
• Kishore: The silent witness to the end of a world.
  

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Scene 16

(The scene opens with Sagar poised at Lata's entrance. He looks to Myra for the final confirmation. She gives it to him with a regal, possessive smile.)

Myra: Yes, my husband, take her. Take your new property. Break your new toy. Make her completely and utterly ours.
(Sagar needs no more encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust, he pushes into Lata. Her body goes taught, and a sharp, pained gasp escapes her lips, but it is cut short.)

Sagar: (He stops, buried deep inside her, a look of surprise on his face.) That's... unexpected.

Myra: What is it, my love? Is she not as tight as you imagined?

Sagar: Oh, she is tight. Unbelievably so. But I was prepared for a struggle, perhaps even for blood. But... she is super wet.

(Myra laughs, a low, throaty sound of pure victory. She leans down, stroking Lata's cheek where a tear has traced a path.)

Myra: Of course she is. Her mind is a frightened little girl, but her body is a woman. Her body has been listening to us all night. Her body knows what it wants, even if she is too foolish to admit it. Her body was ready for you.

(Myra leans in closer, whispering directly into Lata's ear, her words a final, hypnotic command.)

Myra: You feel that, don't you, little bird? The fear is gone, and there is only fullness. Your body has accepted him. Now your mind must follow. Lata, my husband will give you pleasure now. Enjoy it. You are lucky.

Sagar: (a low growl) Let's see just how lucky she is.

(He begins to move within her, a slow, deep rhythm. Lata’s body, which had been rigid with fear, begins to soften, to melt around him. Against her will, a new sound escapes her lips – not a cry of pain, but a soft, confused moan.)

Myra: (smiling down at her) See? Lucky.

Sagar: (a low, triumphant chuckle) Did you hear that, Myra? That wasn't a sound of fear. That was something new. Our little bird is learning to sing in bed.

Myra: I told you her body knew what it wanted. Now her mind must learn to participate. Lying there like a starfish is not acceptable. Lata, you will be an active partner in your own pleasure.

Lata: (panting softly, her eyes dazed) What... what do you mean, Memsahib?

Myra: Put your arms around him. Don't just lie there. Touch your Sahib. Feel his muscles as he works to please you. Go on.

(Hesitantly, Lata lifts her arms and places her hands on Sagar’s sweaty, flexing back. He groans at her touch.)

Sagar: Yes... like that. Hold on to me.

Myra: Now your legs. A woman does not lie flat. She embraces her man. Wrap your legs around his waist. Pull him deeper inside you. Claim him as he is claiming you.

(With a newfound, shocking boldness, Lata does as she is told, wrapping her legs around Sagar’s hips. He gasps and pushes deeper inside her.)

Sagar: God, Myra... she's... she's fucking me back. She's a natural.

Myra: Of course she is. All women are. They just need the right teacher to unlock them. Now, Lata, the final step. You will speak to him. You will moan for him. Let him hear how good he feels inside you.

(As Sagar’s rhythm becomes faster, harder, Lata’s fear is completely washed away by waves of a new, overwhelming sensation. Her whimpers turn into open, breathless moans.)

Lata: Oh... Sahib... oh, Sahib... it feels... it feels...

Sagar: Tell me. Tell me how it feels.

Lata: So full... so good... please... more...

Myra: (her voice is a triumphant purr) There it is.

Sagar: I'm going to cum, Myra! I'm going to fill her up!

(He drives into her with a final, powerful series of thrusts. Lata cries out, her voice a high, sharp scream of an unmistakable orgasm, her body convulsing around him.)

Lata: SAGAR!

(He roars as he finds his own release deep inside her. For a long moment, the room is silent except for their ragged, gasping breaths. Then Myra speaks, her voice calm and final.)

Myra: The lesson is over. She is no longer just a servant. She is completely, and irrevocably, ours.

[Getadebi]

Good story

[pvsraju]

so nice,,,,,, thanks for the update