Misc. Erotica Rinku – Badchalan Bhabhi - Trapped (Part 1)

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Rinku – Badchalan Bhabhi –  Chance pe Dance!!!! (Part 94)

 

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“Sunai deta hai…iss tharki kuttiya ko!” I retorted but mellowed down almost instantly as Chote’s abuses set loose my lust & I spoke in an aggrieved tone, “Chote… breakfast toh karke jaa! Ready hai! …….. baith na… pleeease….. mai chai nasta lati hoon…. Please?

 

“Ekdum bikau cheez jaise baat ki tune….theek hai… waise bhook toh mujhe lagi hai meri jaan… tujhe saari raat plena aasan kaam nahin hai… randi saali!” Chote agreed & flopped onto a chair at the dining table but continued to rant for his missing shirt; “…. Lekin  meri shirt nahin mil rahi hai… Rinku..saali randi.....pehle nasta de phir meri shirt dhoond ke la…. Mujhe duty ke liye late ho raha hai!”

 

My mind churned as 2 diametrically opposite feelings rushed through within me!

 

First, a seething rage coursed through me at the way Chote was ordereing me & I banged the vessel I had in hand on the kitchen platform wishing it was Chote’s head! The bastard was just a bloody watchman & to think of the insolence with which he had ordered me to search for his shirt!

 

On the other hand, the humiliation caused me to go weak in my knees & if I didn’t have to make & serve him breakfast I would have immediately crawled to him on all fours & begged him to fuck me!

 

Needless to say my lust won easily over my anger & in fact I smiled inwardly, at the victory of the slut!

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I peeked out of the kitchen & saw Chote fidgeting while sitting at the dining table. Poor Chote was in all probability trying to adjust his aching to cock and balls to a more comfortable position!

 

A naughty smile curled around the corners of my lips as a wild thought popped into my dirty one track sex crazy mind!

 

 

As quietly as possible & still wearing only the unbuttoned shirt of Chote’s uniform, I walked in with a tray ful of toast, bread slices, butter, jam & piping hot cups of tea!

 

Chote, completely oblivious to my presence, was still grimacing as he groped around with his hands in his trousers.

 

“Butter lagaoon?” I asked & he just nodded & ‘hmmed’ me!

 

I bit my lower lip to control myself from giving away the game & scooped a large portion of butter with a butter knife & applied it onto my cleavage & then began smearing it between my breasts & then over my boobs too!

 

Chote was still engrossed in his own crotch as I asked him “Kaunsa jam lagaoon …. Mango or strawberry….?”

 

“Dono laga..ek pe ek laga doosre pe doosra…………!” Chote said & I skillfully scooped up mango jam with the same knife & smeared it on one of my boobs & then used the same knife to pick strawberry jam & painted it across my other breast!

 

“Butter jara jyada laga…!” Chote said without lifting his gaze!

 

“OK Sir!” I smiled & with the yellow & red jam encrusted knife picked up some more butter & plastered it all above my multicolored breasts!

 

While doing so, the serated edge scrapped against my erect nipple & a soft moan escaped from deep within me & without thinking, I pushed the knife into my mouth & sucked on it as if it was a nice buttery penis!

 

I pushed the knife deeper & deeper into my mouth & only relented when my gag reflex took over & I glugged & coughed as I pulled out the knife from my mouth along with drooling dribbles of buttery phlegm!

 

At that instant, Chote looked up at me & exploded “TERI MAA KI CHUT SAALI.........!!!!!!”

 

I must have been a sight to behold, naked except for the blue unbuttoned shirt which was by then wide open exposing my perfectly rounded globes, silky brown hair left loose behind my back, breasts gleaming in hues of red, yellow jam & coated with swiftly melting butter which was trickling lower down from between my boobs towards my deep round navel! Below was my stark naked clean shaven pussy & then my shapely gleaming legs! To top it all long dribbles of spit were trailing from the corner’s of my mouth & trickling onto my heaving breasts, as I tried to smile sluttily at Chote!

 

Although Chote had been exploiting me the whole of the previous night, the vision to which he now he looked up at was sexy as hell!

Or so I thought!!!!!

 

“TERI MAA KI CHUT SAALI……!! Tune meri shirt pehni hai….. madarchod…. Utaar saali…. !” Chote growled without showing any interest in what I had done to myself! The bastard was more interested in his fucking shirt!!!!

 

“You bastard!!!.... First you tell me to wear some clothes…. Then you tell me to find your shirt….. when I do both….you tell me to remove the shirt & be naked again? What’s wrong with you fucking dickhead!” I mock admonished Chote!

 

“Abe behen-ki-lodi…angrezon ki najayaz aulad…… itni angrzi maat jhad….chinal hai… chinal ke level me reh! Yeh kya haal bana rakha hai khud ka….. harami… shirt kharab hua na toh beech sadak par tujhe nanga karke shirt saaf karwaoonga…. Ma-ki-lodi kuttiya saali!!”

 

“OK! OK! Leh baba, teri yeh 2 paise ki shirt le aur daal de apni gand me!” I retorted angrily & tossed him his shirt!

 

As soon as he wore his shirt, but before he could start buttoning it, I rushed forward & dropped to my knees just in betwwen his legs!

 

He tried to scamper backwards & almost toppled with his chair!

I caught his ankles just in time to prevent him from keeling over!

 

“Kya kar rahi Rinku?” he asked hoarsely!

“Nashta kara rahi hoon mere chodu ko!” I smiled seductively as I said it!

 

“Behenchod… mujhe duty pe jana hai yaar… kapde kharab ho gaye toh problem hogi…. Touch maat kar mujhe… yeh butter & jam wale bablon ke saath!” Chote seemed to genuinely care a lot about his uniform!

 

“Simple…utaar de…warnaaa…..…mai toh tujhse chipak jaoongi!” I warned a panicky looking Chote!

 

“Rinku..yaar..please… hamara manager bahut strict hai…uniform me chota daag bhi hota hai toh salary se 1 din ka cut kar deta hai chutiya saala! Saala pehle military me tha, humko waise hi training deta hai!... Bahut gaand marta hai harami!.....Please…Rinku!” Chote literally begged with me!

 

I took another step towards him & said “Tere pas do hi option hai…. Ek tu mujhe tere military wale manager se mila abhi ….. ya doosra…. Abe madarchod uniform utaar de….warnaaaaaa….!”

 

“Saali…. bhosdiki rand saali…..rukh..chuna mat..utarta hoon!” Chote only had to drop the shirt off his shoulders, during which time I had his trousers & underwear half way down his legs & had soon pulled them off completely!

 

 

Finally, he was as naked as I was!

Except my prized assests were covered in butter & jam!

 

“Bol meri jaan…. Kya khayega? Bread butter jam ya toast butter jam?” I giggled as I crooned sluttily!

 

Although fagged out from his nightlong frolic in bed, I could see that Chote was finding it hard not to get excited!

Hell! I was excited too even though I was creating it all up as I went along!

 

“To..toa..st!” Chote replied in a hoarse whisper & noticed with unconcealed glee the stirring in between his loins!

 

“OK darling! 2 toasts coming up!” I said with a stylish swish similar to what I had seen on chefs do on cookery shows!

 

I picked up 2 slices of toast & instead of giving it to Chote in a plate, I pasted them onto my boobs!

One on mango flavor flavored jam encrusted breast & the other on the strawberry flavored jam coated breast!

 

“Ohh…teri maa ki chut, saali…harami!” Chote groaned!

“Chote…. Can you please keep my mom & her pussy out of this! How does it concern -?” I retorted in mock anger only to be interrupted by Chote, who said “Saali tujhe paida karne ke liye tere maa ne kitne laudon se chudwaya tha be kuttiya…. Kyunki tu ek baap ki aulad nahi ho sakti…. 100 mardon ki havas mita ke tujhe paida ki hoga teri maa ne….saali kabhi chance mile toh usse mujhe mila na haramzadi!”

 

“Hmmm…. Sach hi hoga… kitne the pata nahin par mai khud mere 2 baapon ko mil chuli hoon!” I said with a wink & let out another secret of my scandalous life to this uncouth exploiter of mine!

 

“Huh?!?!” Chote’s eyes widened so much that I thought his eye balls would pop out of their sockets!

 

I burst out in giggles & rubbed the two slices of toast all over my jammy boobs & gently let him nibble on the mango jam coated slice!

Chote seemed flabbergasted at my brazenness & bit off a piece of toast & succumbed completely to me & seemed to b e ready to allow me to do continue with whatever I was doing!

 

While he seemed contented to alternatingly bite off a piece of the toasts, I busied myself elsewhere & which had been my target since waking up!

 

Chote’s penis! Which since morning had lain limp & flaccid, but was sluggishly reviving from the time I had started my butter & jam shenanigans!

 

With a huge sigh of relief, I lowered myself between Chote’s wide open legs & rubbed my face in his sweaty pubic hair & licked & nibbled all around his cock ensuring that his aching cock & balls were not touched!

 

“Abe sa..aal…i…be…h..ench…o…dd….kya kar rahi…Rinku?!” Chote groaned as I lifted both his legs & placed them on the table behind me so that his spread out legs were above my shoulders!

 

Then I placed my buttery jammy orbs on either side of his rapidly enlarging cock & gently settled down on his cock & began moving in a circular motion!

Once clockwise, the next anti-clockwise thus smearing his shaft, scrotum & thighs with a mixture of butter & jam!

The flavours coating my breasts too were being mixed into a paste which spread unevenly all over my boobs & my flat tummy!

 

“OOhhhh…teri ma aka bhosada….Rinku…kya cheez hai yaar tu…sau laudon ki aulad….chinal….OOHHH BEHENCCHODDDD!” Chote was moaning abusing me when suddenly he erupted in a loud yell which I am sure must have woken up the neighbours!