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

[Lollobionda]

09 - Swimming ...

On Friday I was at home waiting for camera expert. Meena went working.

The cameras and microphones were modified as I wished. Their function was now completely automatic. That means when there was a movement in the guarded area of each one them that one started to record and after five minutes if there was no activity it stopped to function. While activated, each camera was recorded separately on hard disk in my study. And as I had planned they worked separately and independent from alarm system.

I was the only one who could switch off them completely with a code number and the control Switch was in my study...

At three o'clock Meena called and told me that she goes shopping. She said it will be late because she wants to go for hairdressing, manicure and pedicure too.

Coming home, I saw she had cut her hair. It was now as short as the times she was eighteen or twenty. I was a little irritated, not because of cutting her hair, she looked pretty so and I liked it too. But she didn't even ask me about my opinion if I like her to cut it or not.

Then she showed me her shopping items. She had three new satin slips which was a bit more revealing as her normal ones. She had also three new bras.

As I sit to TV she was in the bathroom. This took a little bit longer as always. She came later downstairs to me. She had her bathrobe an.

As she sat her bathrobe in fAryant opened a bit and I was first shocked. I found myself looking for the fuzz that surrounded her vagina, but it was gone. It was as smooth as baby's bottom!

Just the pink of her outer lips and a hint of the red interior. I realized she had shaved down there and gotten rid of all her public hair.

She looked at me, read the expression on my face, first blushed and then said with a timid smile:

“Do you like it? A lot of my friends told me this is really hot and men love it.”

I had seen her pussy never like this. I answered: “I bet they do. I like it, yes I do!”

“I did it for you. We need some alteration.” And she giggled.

I thought, ‘no, for sure it is not for me my angel, you shaved your cunt for him as he ordered.’ and I had a jealousy attack again.

That night we had some relaxing time. We went sleeping early.

Next day about noon Mansour arrived...

Meena was as usual while waiting for him to be there, clothed in skirts and some blouse for him.

He was delighted about her hair cut and mentioned it immediately as he arrived.

I could see the complete satisfaction in his face expression regarding the control and domination he has over her.

He did so as if he is pleasantly surprised about it: “Oh, my princess has a new hairdressing. You look like your teenager years. I like it.”

Meena blushed and asked: “Really you like it?”

“Yes, sure, it goes well with your lovely face and figure. What does our Doctor say about it?” He looked at me.

Before my reaction, Meena gazed at me shortly and answered: “He likes it too, I wanted a bit of variety.”

He looked directly and deep in her eyes and said jokingly: “Varieties and changes are always good 

and exciting!”

She blushed again but said nothing.

Later while lunch they both decided to go swimming afternoon. Immediately after that I went upstairs to finish my works and write my memory book as usual...

After half an hour I heard her outdoors call him. I got out of my study and looked out of the upstairs window, I saw them sitting next to pool and chatting. I couldn’t hear them, I decided to go downstairs where I was nearer. The window to pool was open and I stood behind curtains where because of light reflection I could not be detected.

Meena was lying on beach bed in her bikini. She had now her eyes closed and was enjoying the heat of sun on her beautiful skin and face.

Mansour was sitting next to her on a pool chair. He had only his running pants on. Time to time he was looking at her beautiful legs and tits.

I was there about ten minutes and it was going to be bored, all this time they were both silent.

Abruptly he approached to her face and took a fast kiss from her lips. She opened her eyes astonished and first looked at house door then tuned to him and said: “You have to be careful.”

“I can’t sit here and only look at your sexy body. I want more, much more.”

She giggled: “You have to be patient and wait.”

“But then I want all of it.”

“All of what?”

“You, all of you my princess.”

She giggled again: “You are so bad, Mansi!”

Meena sat up slightly and while supporting herself on her elbows, looked one time more at the door. Then she turned to him, leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips. Mansour didn’t let her go, he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her breast to him and began to kiss her wildly.

She freed herself from his embrace and pushed him away: “Are you crazy Mansi? He is only some steps away.”

And looked concerned first at the door, and then at the upper windows: “we must not allow him to catch us. This makes everything very complicated and we can’t see each other anymore. Please uncle, be reasonable.” She demanded.

“How can I be reasonable when I see your beauty? Perhaps we can go some minutes in my room?”

She said: “I think this is no good idea. You have to wait, I mean we have to wait.”

Then she looked at his eyes, smiled and provocatively added: “By the way, I followed up your commands, Sir!”

Mansour responded: “Yes I know and I told you how pretty you look…”

“Not my head hair, my commander!” She giggled seductively.

He thought one moment, then grinned and said huskily: “Wow. Show me!”

“No, not here.”

“Only a small part short.”

Meena looked again at the door and windows, then she pulled her bikini bottom about one inch down.

He looked at her pubis: “Wow, a little bit more..”

She let bikini bottom go and said laughingly: “No, it is enough for now…”

Then added: “I see we could have some problem there..”

She pointed to his groin with her head and eyebrow movement and giggled.

While giving this little groan he muttered: “I wish you hadn't showed me that without giving me more of that beautiful part to look at.”

And grinned: “You can say hello to your friend, if you want.” He contimued to smirk.

Meena blushed more and seemed very excited. She looked at my direction and murmured: “I would like to, but…”

“We can go a bit walking between trees!” He insisted.

Meena shook her head: “No, uncle, don’t try to seduce me now. Later perhaps.” Then she laughed.

I noticed at this moment nothing is going to happen. I came out to them and sat next to Meena. We relaxed the next hour and chatted about this and that…

It was about seven o' clock as Meena decided to cook and left for shower. 

I and Mansour sat there about half an hour then go in for dinner….

10 - A night to remember ...

 

After dinner and some TV watching, I told them I am going to sleep.

Meena pretended that all her attention is to a movie on the TV. Mansour said good night to me and I went upstairs. 

I waited some minutes in bedroom, sitting on the bed. Then I got out quietly. I waited at the bedroom door. First I couldn’t hear anything. I approached slowly to upper stairs. Now I could see them both. They were sitting on the couch but not more in front of the TV. It seemed she had no interest on the boring movie, but she waited only for me to disappear. While sitting there, Mansour with one hand around Meena’s shoulder was holding her close, while his other hand gently stroked her dark hair.

I thought I see something on her neck, which was new for me. I looked more closely, yes, it was a necklace! I was sure now which necklace that is. The necklace which she had received from him on her sixteenth birthday. I didn’t like it. Not because it was from him but it had some strange and weird form. More like a collar for slaves! you see the picture.

Surely since those time she had kept it in her jewellery box. At their being together the night in the dining room, he asked for it and now she had it on.

I heard him saying,

“Yes I am satisfied that you have it on. But this doesn't reparate my suffering today.”

“What, which suffering?” She was astonished.

“I have suffered today and you are guilty about it!”

“Why have you suffered?”

“At the pool. Do you remember?”

“Oh, that. But you insisted to look at and I showed it to you, why am I guilty?” Then she giggled.

“You started it and then teased me intentionally.”

She giggled further and said: “I didn't know that you are so weak!”

“On the contrary, I'll show you my strengh!” And bit lightly on her neck.

Meena jerked away and looked at his face: “Oh, Mansi, what are you doing? are you hungry?” And laughed.

He kissed her neck again and said: “Yes I am hungy after your sweet flesh. But first you are going to be punished for your guilt!”

Meanwhile Mansour’s hand get down slowly to gently stroke her upper back...

She was wearing a knee lengh skirt, and an armless Blouse, which was in the back and front a bit revealing.

Meena’s natural reaction to his touching her back was to turn Abit and move closer to him and her full firm mounds pushed against him.

He was grinning, I thought he thinks for sure how to prepare her to accept to please him. I couldn’t imagine that Mansour is other than a man who believes a woman's role is only to serve and please her male, he was a typical Macho man.

“In spite of it, this will be a special night for you, my pricess, I promise.” He said proudly and self-assured.

Then he kissed her, lightly but passionately, alternating in his kiss pattern, savoring her full lips. All time he held her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of her delightfully parted lips. First he tilted her chin, his mouth descended and then with a fierce passion his tongue aimed into her mouth.

Meena welcomed his demanding passionate tongue kiss and she kissed him back.

I could see clearly the dance of their tongues together, darting and challenging.

Now his hands were moving unrestricted. Her eyes were closed, as she is enjoying the moment. 

At this moment one of his strong hands closed on her breast. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled it over her blouse. Then his hand at her neck grasped her dark hair, and jerked sharply down.

“Ahhhh... ohhh…” She gasped as her pretty face was pulled sharply up and presented to Mansour.

I knew she is not used to violence and pain while making love, and this was a shock for her. But in spite of this, her lips seemed to open automatically to receive his penetrating wild tongue more.

I was more shocked as I watched how her body reacted in this way to his aggressive behavior.

She didn't, she really doesn't want to resist, I thought.

Then his wild and searching tongue met hers again.

I watched and thought this old man seems to be delighted and satistisfied with himself as he grinned and played with my naive and innocent young wife.

His hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. His fingers found sure her stiffened nipple I thought, even she had still her blouse on.

I knew this because her nipples became soon very erected even after a short touch.

Meena squealed a little into his kissas if she is in Pain, pleasure and pain probably, but he did not release her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.

As her discomfort a litle bit prolonged, Mansour released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss.

Even as she relaxed he ran the palm of his hand over her breasts. Mansour fondled her full mound for a longer time and meanwhile she was squirming in his arms.

She was now trembling a bit, this was visible even for me at a distsnce.

It seemed as if Mansour tries to teach Meena the pain, and its relationship to pleasure. And Meena is a good student for him! Certainly she had noticed this until this moment.

He looked shortly over at the stairs. There was no sign of me, her husband. He could go on. 

Now Meena lay half beneath him. Her eyes looked up at him while her now bruised lips quivering. 

Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular.

Mansour’s hand began flicking the buttons of her light blouse.

Her hands reached for his. He ignored them.

Meena wanted to prevent this one time more. Something deep in her conscious was against this all. But her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep his eager hands away from those firm orbs increasingly coming into view.

“Noooo! Please... let me see after him..” She pleaded.

I hurried to my bed.

A moment later, Meena opened the door of bedroom and peeked in, closing it again.

I sat on the bed, waited some minutes and then got outside. They were nowhere to hear or see not even in dining room or kitchen. They are sure in guest house I thought.

I looked from upstairs hall window, yes in bedroom of guest house were lights on.

I hurried down to the door and then quickly to back part of garden. Now I could watch  them from the back window of guest house bedroom. Fortunately the curtains there were transparent and Jalousien were down only partially. I could see then clearly, the both bedside table lamps were on.

I suppose he wanted to enjoy watching her nakedness completely.

Meena was lying on her back. She had her skirt and blouse still on.

Mansour was only in his underwear. His hairy chest and big belly were visible. He was lying sideaways next to her with his face to window. I could see his face directly.

I watched as His hand pushed inside the blouse that did little to hide the rounded, full mounds. Two of upper buttons of it were already open.

His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm white flesh into his hand.

Meena gasped, and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though magic radiated from his strong hand and she had no control of her own body.

I thought one moment, this is not some young guy struggling for a quick grope but was a strong old master taking what he wanted.

Mansour stared with delight at firm orb and the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness.

His head dropped, and Meena jerked beneath him as his eager lips took that nipple into his mouth. She shivered as his hot mouth enclosed her delicious nipple.

His lips suckled, and then drew her nipple deeper into his mouth.

Her toes stretched as if the pleasure and pain over helming her breasts and then radiating across her body and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.

“Ooooohhh…” She moaned.

“You are going to be punished, you teaser…” Mansour groaned.

I saw he is grinning as he worked now with his teeth hard.

He could feel her obvious shiver and shake in response to his attention to her sensible body. 

His tongue curled around the erect nipple and he was delighted when her back arched, and she unintentionally pushed her breast into his mouth.

Now one moment it seemed to me that Meena trying to push him away and he allows her even to push his shoulders back. Mansour’s mouth released the breast and he looked down at her. 

I could see the clear difference between her neglected left breast to the overstimulated right one.

“Please, no more uncle…” Meena pleaded.

I was uncertain. Was she again not so sure, if she wants it to happen? Or only protesting against his brutal style?

Meena’s hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at distance, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts.

He grinned and lowered his head to her left breast.

Meena struggled while his wet lips touched her left nipple.

She gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then his tongue easily rotated on the nub. 

Her back arched and she attemped to pull her breast free, she knew what comes next. 

I saw Mansour’s left his hand sliding under her skirt and stroking upwards over her shapely thigh. 

She wanted to pull away, but she was trapped on the bed.

His heavy body, half upon her body and the other half still at her left side on the bed, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her skirt.

His hand was stroking gently the soft silky skin that I had always touched.

At this moment I guessed she is thinking that I never know about this incidence.

Mansour’s hand reached higher and I watched Meena allowing him to push her legs apart. Her skirt was now up to her waist and I could see her tensing as his hand found and covered her pussy over her slips.

Meena jerked as his hand lightly stroked her there.

All time his hands, lips, teeth were making free with her body what he wanted, and she could not stop him, even if she wanted to.

I thought this all is new for Meena. Everything in her life was always under her control. Now here on Mansour’s bed, she knew for sure, she had no control over happenings.

A finger pushed aside the gusset of her satin panties and slipped into her wet and sensitive female centre.

He took her left hand and guided it with his other hand between his own legs, and her fingers brushed the hot, hard length of his growing big dick over his shorts.

I saw his left hand released his giant hard on from his underwear. 

Then he retained his grip on in her hand and brought it back to his aroused and excited big Lund.

She ran this time on her own will with her fingers along its length and then grasped its thickness. 

At that point Mansour pushed a thick finger into her choot.

“Ooooh! Please... Ohhh...uncle...please gently...” She demanded.

Mansour ignored her. His lips were busy nibbling on the soft white skin of her slender neck. His finger pushed deeper and she moaned again.

Now Meena's writhing legs closed on his hand seeking to squeeze his hand out from between her legs. He circled his finger in the hot, wet, tightness of her choot and thrust his finger in a further inch.

As his finger slid deeper I noticed that Meena's hand gripping his cock tightly in response. Her fingers could hardly connect around it. Mansour shifted his position then both his hands went up under her skirt. 

After his this shifting movement, more of his cock slid out of his underwear, and its length became apparent.

Meena looked down at his giant pole which was now standing there in all its proud.

I could read in her wide eyes what she thinks. It was far too long to go inside her.

Her breathing had become heavy: “It's too big...” Her words came out in gasps. There was a tension in her throat.

But as he tugged at her panties, her hips rose slightly as if automatically, allowing him to ease her panties down.

Mansour grinned. I thought he knew that she is now finally his. Then his mouth dropped to close her lips with another kiss. Meena seemed to jerk again beneath him as her body was uneasy by the soft touch of his licking tongue on her lips.

Meanwhile his hands worked on her skin, enjoying the feel of her shapely full thighs.

I could see she pushes against him in response to the sensations she could not avoid as his tongue excited her.

Now his hands pushed her shapely thighs apart, her skirt rising up around her waist.

Finally Mansour positioned himself between her legs.

Meena was for sure aware of this movement.

The teasing of his tongue was relentless, and exciting. He really knew how to excite her. I supposed in this moment, the situation was for her again to realize what is coming up.

Certainly at this very point she was sure he is goin to fuck her.

Perhaps she imagined my face or she thought about her childhood and the times as she played with her nice and kind uncle.

For whatever reason, Meena jerked her head one moment to free of his tongue, turned to face him presumably to tell him to stop. 

But there came first just one and then another word: “...please... uncle...” She looked up into his eyes.

In his eyes I could see passion and desire. Desire for her, for his innocent niece who was my lovely wife.

She could see it certainly too. She looked down at his giant manhood so near to the centre of her body.

Instantly in consequence of this observation she humped her hips and flushed at the same time with shame at her action. She gazed back at his eyes and in her look this time I saw desire too, desire for him, for her beloved uncle and his mamouth lund.

When his mouth dropped again to hers, her mouth opened in response to the passionate demand of his kiss. As his tongue slid between her lips, her own tongue danced to meet his and locked with his.

In this moment I knew it: ‘She is lost.’

Then Mansour’s monster pole nudged the portal of her tender pussy.

At the feeling of this, Meena’s eyes flared wide. She stared up again into the passion filled eyes of her uncle.

Mansour met her gaze. I saw the satisfaction and joy in his eyes when he noticed the shock in Meena’s eyes as she realised he was about to enter her.

He thrust his hips and broke free of her eagerly kissing lips.

“Oooooooohhh!... No!... you are too big,…Mansi...” She demanded with fearful, pleading eyes.

Mansour thrust again and finally he passed through the narrow door to her womanhood. He paused only now.

I imagined he feels how tight she ist and he wants first enjoy the hot tight grip of her choot on his cuck.

Then after this short interval he leaned forward and thrust deeper.

Another inch of his thick manhood slid into Meena’stight choott, and her legs flew wide in reaction. Mansour now grasped the hot curves of her hips and lifted, as he thrust deeper. His cock was then more inches into her.

He thrust again, sliding a further few inches into her.

“Oooooh...no...not more, I'm bursting, I can't more Mansi! Oooooooh...Please uncle!”

He roared a triumphal laugh and thrust again, and groaned: “You are mine, your choot is mine princess, you have to open up for your big friend...you get used to him soon..”

Meena's hips started jerking spasmodically beneath him, her legs grasped him then released him. She struggled to push him away. She tried wriggling to get free from him.

Mansour held himself in position, while she wriggled and struggled. He enjoyed the feel of his cock as is it slithered deeper in her now well-lubricated sheath.

Meena stopped struggling.

I thought she realized that her efforts only results in his cock going deeper inside her and it seemed she was going to have to let him have his way with her.

She was helpless to prevent her dominant, stAryang and fat uncle taking his pleasure between her legs. She was going to get fucked.

After this phase of helplessness, it seemed she became accustomed to his thickness. Her abused choot seemed already relaxed and adapted to its size.

I noticed that he had stopped thrusting into her.

Meena looked up at his face.

I realised from his expression, Mansour is savouring the pleasure of being inside her. He was gazing down at her.

Meena flushed under his gaze and asked with trembling voice: “Is that it all? Are you already inside?”

Mansour grinned: “No my teasing princess. It was only a part of it..”

Then he ran his hands up from his grip on her curvy hips, sliding them along the soft skin to the sides of her breasts and finally her shoulders. He clutched firmly on her shoulders, looked at her beautiful face and repeated: “No, that is not all...” ... and thrust again.

I could see he is enjoying the startled look on her face as he thrust and thrust again, this time firmly holding her shoulders to keep her in position as he pushed deeper.

“Ooooooh... oh God... oooooh, Mansi...uncle...” Meena wailed louder.

Mansour freed one of his hands and reached up to grasp her dark hair in his grip.

He jerked her head back.

I saw pain shot through her face and eyes, but it seemed this also sends further powerful impacts down her body.

Now the sound of slapping his balls against her bottom were clearly to hear.

This time Mansour should be all the way in my beautiful wife, my Meena, I thought.

She stirred beneath him..

Now my own lund was completely erect. But I couldn't touch it. I felt that even a light touch could bring it to explosion.

Mansour looked down at her pretty face.

I noticed he is enjoying this all. He noted her gasping breath and her dilated and unfocussed eyes.

Now he stopped his movements and gave her a short time to recover.

When Meena’s eyes finally focussed on him again he grinned down at her.

She smiled faintly back at him.

“Now, am going to fuck you my princess!” he groaned.

Meena's eyes seemed to widen again.

I noticed that her beautiful legs wrap around him.

He grinned, she smiled nervously back at him. Then he started to fuck.

This time she whined and whined like a bitch in heat as he withdrew then thrust. His hips rose and fell beneath her spread thighs.

I saw how tight the silky inner thighs of my wife clasped him to her. I could feel she is lost in passion beneath him. Was there any greater sexual pleasure for Meena at her life up to today? I thought no, for sure not.

I doubted if she had even near such a pleasure with me.

Mansour gripped her shoulders and took her completely, thrusting and driving his wild, giant dick deeper inside Meena’s choot, enjoying the excellent pleasure of her tight pussy around his monstrous pole.

Her laud and long wails indicated her oncoming orgasm beneath him.

Meena was now shaking and shivering and finally cumming beneath her beloved uncle.

Mansour paused briefly, then resumed his efforts.

“Please stop Mansi... I have come already... enough...”

Mansour laughed and renewed his urgent thrusting.

“Oh please... uncle… too much...”

He ignored her and thrust away.

She wriggled and squirmed seeking to push him away. It was too intense, too powerful, the feelings was too strong.

Then to my shock a second unbelievable orgasm overtook her, she jerked and throbbed in spasms beneath him.

Shocking and disbelieving, not only for Meena but also for me, this could not be happening! She had never before experienced two orgasms one after another! This was certainly a new adventure for her, I thought.

Meena collapsed in his arms underlying and defeated. There was no point resisting.

Mansour above her continued his thrusting and heaving between her shapely legs which were still eagerly clasped around him.

Now to my astonishment and for sure, to her own amazement a rolling wave of orgasms seemed to overcome her as she devotedly gave up her resisting struggle and let him use her as he wished.

I could see the picture of this old, bald, fat and ugly but strong and dominant alpha male who took what he wanted and this, just from his niece.

At the same time I saw with a thrill of excitement my wife, Meena, young and beautiful and innocent, seemed to enjoy her own submissive inferiority.

He stiffened suddenly while trusting more vigorously and with more speed and screamed: “I am cummimg princes, I am cumming in you choot, Ahhhhhh……”

I think the realization that he orgasmed and erupted his seed deep into her choot, triggered another even more heated, visible and shaking orgasm through her body.

It was as though her body was eagerly trying to receive his seed!

I myself could not hold back any longer, I stroked the head of my erect dick for only ten seconds and came all over the wall of guest house.

Mansour broke free from her. His cock long and slick with her juices slithered out of her and she looked in disbelief at its length and thickness.

She looked up at him in adimiring as the real world slowly returned.

The act was done and completed. The intensity of their emotional and bodily activities made left them no power and energy of the ability to talk for a while.

They lay together, her head in the crook of his arm while he stroked her neck, shoulders and breast as they calmed down from the initial intensity of lust.

Then he said as confirmed: “You will be mine every time I wish...”

Meena kissed his chest and then his lips and said: “Yes, sure Mansi…” Then she tried to stand up.

I ran into the house and hurried to our bedroom. I lay on my bed thinking about the things I saw. I thought back, replaying episodes from their love making in my mind.

After my successful sexual liberation and releasing the pressure in my balls, now came one time more the rational thinking and natural jealousy.

I know she didn't begged to be fucked by him, not even asked or showed some interest on the contrary, often I could hear and see her rejection.

But she didn't fight against him and his will. Okay, she was blackmailed but is this enough reasoning for how she behaved on his bed?

He didn' t bangd her but what he said and what he did, were as if he told her: ‘you can reject me and I'll make you regret it, you can behave and I'll make you sexually and emotionally happiest and most satisfied woman.’

Mansour showed her, that he is going to enjoy her body no matter what it takes.

And in return he made Meena to enjoy the type of sex and love making that she never knew about it. He had her now, he knew it and I knew it too, despite Meena's first refusing and negative attitude, she was gaining a great pleasure from his incredible dick and he knew he could make her his slut.

Now after this night and the scenes which I saw, I could easily imagine Meena begs him to take her every day or by every opportunity, I could imagine after this night she can't go a day without thinking of him deep fucking her choot and she begs him to take her until she orgasms without ending.

What should or can I do? I thought.

My choices were weak, none of them good.

I could stay with Meena, but I would have not to be jealous any more, and in any case I had to accept his dominance over her and her by up to a certain degree even over my life. Or I could leave her. 

To go away and forget her and forget my home and the life as I used to. To leave this all behind me.

That might be good for my ego, but I lose for always the woman whom I loved and still love in spite of everything since that first night, after that damned phone call...

Meena got in the bedroom not long after. She looked after me and was sure that I am still sleeping. Then she left for bathroom.

I imagined her washing Mansour's cum from her pussy, then I was suddenly aware that I have a new erection! I tried to think about something else but I couldn't. I turned and lay on my side with my back to her side of bed.

After some minutes she came out of the bathroom and quietly lay beside me. She stayed lying some minutes there, away from me.

I was sure she is thinking about what there happend in the guest hous on his bed.

Abruptly she turned to me and hugged me from behind, but very gently not to wake me up, and murmured softly: “I love you baby, forgive me, I have no choice...”

The next day was a normal work day as always.

At the night after dinner, I was sitting in my study room and she was busy with her works in her room, as the phone rang. We both took the receiver at the same time.

Me in my room and she in hers.

Normally I waited for her to do this, but this time I took automatically without to wait, but before to say something I heard her talking: “Hello?”

“Hi, my princess.”

“Oh, Mansi, how are you?”

“I am fine, thank you, and you and your lazy companion? Are you both okay?”

“Yes, uncle, where are you?”

“Unfortunately, not close to you. I miss you so, my lovely princess.”

“I miss you too, Mansi.”

She said quietly, and added: ‘I hope I see you soon.’

“What is missing you most about me?”

“Mansi, You have to behave!”

“I asked a simple question.”

“What do you think?”

“I want to hear your answer, I mean your honest and straight answer.”

She paused shortly and then said, murmuring: ‘Him…’

“Who is he?”

“My big friend, I miss him most. Are you satisfied?” She said quietly and giggled.

Hearing this I had a growing hard on and began to stroke it over my trouser fabric.

Mansour continued: “I like to hear what have you done with him if I was there with you?”

Meena started seductively and quietly: “I would kiss him, then I take him in my mouth and suck it.”

"Wow, now I have a hard on, he is awake, I suppose you are also now excited."

"Sure, you are so bad."

"And you are wet down there, isn’t it?"

"Mansi! Please stop, it is enough…"

“You are horny and wet and ready for your uncle’s big dick, aren’t you? Tell me the truth...”

She whispered into the phone receiver: ‘Yes, I am...’

“What are you?”

“I am horny and wet and ready for my uncle’s big dick...” She repeated.

He laughed and said: "Yes, I like when you talk to me so, I mean honestly. Now, tell me where you are. I suppose you are alone."

"I am in my room. Nadir is home but is working in his room."

"Have you your trousers on?"

"Yes. Jeans as always when you are not here..." She giggled.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take your jeans off, I want you to be in underwear, in your slips."

I heard her zipper, and after some seconds she said quietly: ‘I am in my slips...’

"Is it wet?"

"What?"

"Your slip."

"Ohh..."

After a short pause, she continued: ‘Yes, a bit..’

"Where?"

"In the crotch."

"Pull it down to your knees."

"Mansi he is in the next room, if he…"

"Princess, pull your slips down..." He commanded.

After a short pause, she murmured: ‘I have it down to my knees...’

‘Touch your sweet pussy, princess…’

I heard her quickened breathing.

Mansour asked: ‘Did you?’

Her breathing ragged: ‘Yes, I am touching it...’

‘Is your pussy wet?’

'Yes.'

'Are you sitting?'

'Yes, in my chair.'

'Okay. Open your legs.'

'Okay.'

"Now thrust two fingers deep inside your pussy."

I heard her excited moaning as she has done this time without hesitating or ask.

"Have you?

"Yes… Ohhh…

"Now take your fingers deep inside your mouth, lubricating them with your tongue..."

'Did you?’

‘Hmmm….’

‘Now close your eyes and bring your fingers back to your pussy.’

‘Hmmmmm…’

"Now, go on. Imagine I am fucking your pussy, push your fingers deeper, more…" He whispers.

I could hear her pussy is soaking. The slapping sound of her fingers meeting her choot lips filled the space and we, me and Mansour for sure too, both heard how she rocks back and forth against her fingers on the chair.

Meena was now letting out a sharp moan with each tap: ‘Ohhhh…' 

"Mansi I am so horny, I can’t stand it, I’m going to… Oh, my God…" She moaned.

I could hear she gasps for air, shudders, and lets out a tiny scream.

I knew of the tenor of her moans that before long, her orgasm will arrive.

I grabbed hold of my rigid cock.

Stroking it slowly, I tried to imagine her masturbating. I had no time to start the cameras.

She cried and orgasmed and at the same time I was Cumming too.

I was sure that he was masturbating also. There was a short pause and just silence. 

Then I heard him: ‘Princess, how was it? Was it nice for you?’

‘Yes, my uncle, my sweet Mansi...’ She giggled.

‘Did you cum too?’ Meena asked.

‘No my baby, I save it for your sweet pussy...’ He responded and then added: ‘I have

a wish...’

‘Yes, uncle.’

‘If I say it you must accept it understand? Now you can decide, do you want to hear it?’

‘I see, okay. I am curious.’

‘Wait a minute. First if you say yes and promise to accept it, then I explain it. Did you understand?’

‘Okay, yes, I accept it.’

‘I wish now and then to have you for me alone, I want that we spend some days like a man and his girl, without anybody around us.’

‘But Mansi, it is impossible…’

‘No negotiations princess. We had an agreement, remember? Now think about it and do planning. There are sure some possibilities...’

She paused a moment, I suppose she was thinking.

He continued: ‘Soon I am coming back to you, we are going to have more fun and enjoy being together, and we can talk about it. Don’t forget, this is my wish...’

“Okay Mansi. I'll see what the possiblities are.” Meena said obediently.

Then they say goodbye and stopped the chatting.

She left her room after some minutes and in about fifteen minutes we were on the bed...

I asked: “I heard before the phone is ringing!”

“Oh, yes, it was uncle Mansi, wanted to say he comes in some days.”

We slept well, we both were satisfied and relaxed! ...