20-01-2019, 03:38 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-01-2019, 10:14 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
My clit had hardened, poked out from inside the hood, and Rajesh's finger had found it. I rocked forward, driving my hips harder into his hand. My breasts pressed flat against his chest as Rajesh circled the clit with one finger. It was too much; the feeling was too intense; it just had to stop or I'd have to scream. And then it did stop. Rajesh had taken his hand out of my panties and stepped back. I groaned with disappointment. He looked at me for a second, nostrils flaring, then he took hold of the sides of my panties and started to pull them down. I made a small, frightened whimper and grabbed at the waistband, keeping them more or less where they were. We stared at one another, taking deep breaths, sweat dripping down our chests. Then Rajesh took my shoulders in his hands and lifted me roughly onto the counter. He put his hands on my thighs, pushed them apart and stepped between them. He put his mouth against mine. His lips felt as liquid as my pussy. I tried to turn away again, but couldn't quite do it. His tongue probed, moved between my lips. His arms went around my shoulders, pulling me closer. And his cock made contact with the front of my panties. The fabric was wet, slippery, almost transparent. His cock head stretched the thin cloth and outlined the twin ridges of my pussy lips and the dark slit between. He perhaps knew that his position as Amit's brother in law made it difficult for me to draw attention and he was taking full advantage of that. I could sense that all he wanted at that moment was to fuck me.
He pushed forward with his hips. The cloth pulled taut and his cock head moved a little way inside me. I gasped and wriggled against him, frustrated, wanting more of his cock. Rajesh thrust harder, straining the fabric, threatening to tear it open. The tip was inside now, half an inch deep; but that was as far as it would go.
I moaned, pulling my lips away from his. "I want …"
But I didn't know how to finish the request. All the nerves seemed to be firing at once. Everything I felt, everything I saw, everything that mattered, was centered in that small damp space between my legs.
Rajesh stepped back again. That infuriating smirk was on his face again. "I know what you want," he said. The idiot.
He reached down and took the drenched strip of fabric that covered my pussy and pulled it to one side. My pubic hair sparkled with moisture above completely exposed pussy lips. Had I really thought that keeping the panties on would protect me? It appeared that I had been desperately mistaken.
Rajesh ran his hands along my body, stroking my breasts, dipping a finger into my sweat-filled belly button. One hand moved behind me to steady my butt. The other hand positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed it forward until the head separated the folds slightly. My eyes squeezed shut. I grabbed Rajesh's shoulders and dug my fingernails into his flesh. A guttural scream started in my throat. Rajesh was saying something, but I couldn't make sense of it.
"Oh, baby, that's it. You're so tight. Just relax. Let me …"
He was so big! How could he go any deeper? He couldn't. He needed to stop. …
Then there was another voice that didn't belong.
"Rajesh, aren't you out of the shower yet? Rajesh? Rajesh!"
My eyes snapped open. Anju stood in the doorway, naked and rigid with fury. "Rajesh, you asshole! Anjali, get the fuck out of here!"
Rajesh let go of her and turned around. The smirk vanished from his face. I recovered my composure long enough to pull my top back over my breasts. I jumped down off the counter and ran past both of them into my room. All I could think about was curling into a little ball on my bed and turning up the stereo so loud that it drove every thought straight out of my head. What the hell had I been doing? I'd almost been fucked by this dimwit who was my husband's sister's husband. I was as big a moron as he was. How would I ever be able to look Anju in the eye again?
"That's all very well. A very erotic tale but….. there is something more and what connection does this near seduction by this guy Rajesh has to do with other things?"
"Yes, there is a connection. I decided that if at all I had almost got fucked by this guy then surely I could plan something which would be cerebral; not a weak woman getting carried away by a bullying relative."
"That sounds interesting. You in command of the situation! Tell me more."
I don't know ... you know my husband works as Engineer for an important construction firm and Anil is the owner of the company."
"Wait a minute," Shivani said. "My hubby works there too. I know Anil, he is a wealthy and reasonably attractive man though somewhat henpecked."
"And it is that henpecked boss that I seduced!" I replied smugly.
"My God, what are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
"Just what you heard. And after that he took his own decision so far as Amit's elevation was concerned without involving his nosey wife."
"Tell me more." Shivani pleaded.
"I will but some other time."
The End
He pushed forward with his hips. The cloth pulled taut and his cock head moved a little way inside me. I gasped and wriggled against him, frustrated, wanting more of his cock. Rajesh thrust harder, straining the fabric, threatening to tear it open. The tip was inside now, half an inch deep; but that was as far as it would go.
I moaned, pulling my lips away from his. "I want …"
But I didn't know how to finish the request. All the nerves seemed to be firing at once. Everything I felt, everything I saw, everything that mattered, was centered in that small damp space between my legs.
Rajesh stepped back again. That infuriating smirk was on his face again. "I know what you want," he said. The idiot.
He reached down and took the drenched strip of fabric that covered my pussy and pulled it to one side. My pubic hair sparkled with moisture above completely exposed pussy lips. Had I really thought that keeping the panties on would protect me? It appeared that I had been desperately mistaken.
Rajesh ran his hands along my body, stroking my breasts, dipping a finger into my sweat-filled belly button. One hand moved behind me to steady my butt. The other hand positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed it forward until the head separated the folds slightly. My eyes squeezed shut. I grabbed Rajesh's shoulders and dug my fingernails into his flesh. A guttural scream started in my throat. Rajesh was saying something, but I couldn't make sense of it.
"Oh, baby, that's it. You're so tight. Just relax. Let me …"
He was so big! How could he go any deeper? He couldn't. He needed to stop. …
Then there was another voice that didn't belong.
"Rajesh, aren't you out of the shower yet? Rajesh? Rajesh!"
My eyes snapped open. Anju stood in the doorway, naked and rigid with fury. "Rajesh, you asshole! Anjali, get the fuck out of here!"
Rajesh let go of her and turned around. The smirk vanished from his face. I recovered my composure long enough to pull my top back over my breasts. I jumped down off the counter and ran past both of them into my room. All I could think about was curling into a little ball on my bed and turning up the stereo so loud that it drove every thought straight out of my head. What the hell had I been doing? I'd almost been fucked by this dimwit who was my husband's sister's husband. I was as big a moron as he was. How would I ever be able to look Anju in the eye again?
"That's all very well. A very erotic tale but….. there is something more and what connection does this near seduction by this guy Rajesh has to do with other things?"
"Yes, there is a connection. I decided that if at all I had almost got fucked by this guy then surely I could plan something which would be cerebral; not a weak woman getting carried away by a bullying relative."
"That sounds interesting. You in command of the situation! Tell me more."
I don't know ... you know my husband works as Engineer for an important construction firm and Anil is the owner of the company."
"Wait a minute," Shivani said. "My hubby works there too. I know Anil, he is a wealthy and reasonably attractive man though somewhat henpecked."
"And it is that henpecked boss that I seduced!" I replied smugly.
"My God, what are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
"Just what you heard. And after that he took his own decision so far as Amit's elevation was concerned without involving his nosey wife."
"Tell me more." Shivani pleaded.
"I will but some other time."
The End
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