10-08-2020, 09:00 AM
She tried to get her senses about her and thought, personal. "Subbu!" She spoke his name on a grunt as he plunged into her yet again, and he froze, his throbbing shaft buried deep within her. "Please don't."
He seemed to hesitate, and then slid his hands forward, off her waist, to cup her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he moulded them, squeezed them, and then used them to draw her back against his chest, both of them kneeling with her still holding him deep inside. He kept one hand on her breast, the other sliding down to her clit, where he began to toy with it again, pinching it, slapping it, rubbing it, and Trisha couldn't help but gasp.
![[Image: 157993332_tri-11.jpg]](https://img44.pixhost.to/images/416/157993332_tri-11.jpg)
"Maybe you'll like this position better. I will give some tips to Murali," he mumbled, his voice low and strained. Still using his fingers to toy with her, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and began to rock her up and down; riding her on his shaft in a fast, frantic rhythm that felt like it was going to rip her in two. She'd avoided touching him so far, but just to keep her balance and to avoid some of the pain, she reached her hands back and grabbed onto his hips.
The movement repositioned her, and suddenly, another wave of orgasm smashed into her, bringing her screaming and shuddering. He began to move her up and down faster, his fingers stilling on her clit, and Trisha was amazed, not having known that such swift, precise motions were possible.
It was too late, she realized. It had already happened, and there was no stopping it now. At the last moment, she gave herself over to the pleasure of it, to the sensation of his erection as it throbbed inside her with the need for release. To the feel of his fingers on her most intimate, sensitive parts. Of his warm, hard chest pressed against her back. She reached a hand up and touched that dark hair, so soft and shiny.
He rocked her hard against him, and she began to move herself with the rhythm, the speed he wanted, harder and fiercer than his thrusts had been. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, and she knew she should stop it, shouldn't want it at all. But it felt so damn good.
![[Image: 157993336_tri-12.jpg]](https://img44.pixhost.to/images/416/157993336_tri-12.jpg)
She reached down and slapped at his hand, moving it away from her clit, wanting to touch herself and feel her clit enlarged, swollen with arousal. She felt his head move and realized he was looking over her shoulder at her, and a moan of ecstasy came through his lips as he watched her finger herself while she rode him. His hand closed over her breast again, squeezing so hard she cried out, and it brought her one more time, gasping for breath and ready to beg for this to be over, not because she regretted it now but because she didn't think she could take anymore.
As she nearly collapsed with the force of her own orgasm, he held her tight against him and plunged as deep and hard as he could into her, one last time, and she felt the rush of wet warmth flood into her as he came, his entire body convulsing as he spasmed inside her.
They fell to the bed, her on her stomach and him on top of her, as Subbu was trying to catch his breath, he was startled by a strong hit on his head. The owner of the Bar standing next to him.
“How long are you going to stay sleeping here? I am going to close the shop”
That’s when Subbu realized he was in a spectacular dream all this time, he rushed out the bar and head straight to the palace to execute his plan. He jumped through damaged section in backside of the compound wall. Just as he was nearing the entrance, he could hear Murali talking.
“come on, everyone get in the van. Trisha is now bathing. This is our perfect chance”
‘yeah this is my perfect chance as well’ Subbu thought to himself.
He was little surprised as everyone got in the van, even the maid, cook etc. But he didn’t think too much into it. He then realized he doesn’t need to kidnap Trisha as the whole Palace is empty except for both of them.
“Thank God, we were able to escape in time, Lets go to the Swamiji’s house to get some immunity from the Ghost” Murali told everyone in the Van.
He seemed to hesitate, and then slid his hands forward, off her waist, to cup her breasts. Taking one in each hand, he moulded them, squeezed them, and then used them to draw her back against his chest, both of them kneeling with her still holding him deep inside. He kept one hand on her breast, the other sliding down to her clit, where he began to toy with it again, pinching it, slapping it, rubbing it, and Trisha couldn't help but gasp.
![[Image: 157993332_tri-11.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993332_tri-11.jpg)
"Maybe you'll like this position better. I will give some tips to Murali," he mumbled, his voice low and strained. Still using his fingers to toy with her, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and began to rock her up and down; riding her on his shaft in a fast, frantic rhythm that felt like it was going to rip her in two. She'd avoided touching him so far, but just to keep her balance and to avoid some of the pain, she reached her hands back and grabbed onto his hips.
The movement repositioned her, and suddenly, another wave of orgasm smashed into her, bringing her screaming and shuddering. He began to move her up and down faster, his fingers stilling on her clit, and Trisha was amazed, not having known that such swift, precise motions were possible.
It was too late, she realized. It had already happened, and there was no stopping it now. At the last moment, she gave herself over to the pleasure of it, to the sensation of his erection as it throbbed inside her with the need for release. To the feel of his fingers on her most intimate, sensitive parts. Of his warm, hard chest pressed against her back. She reached a hand up and touched that dark hair, so soft and shiny.
He rocked her hard against him, and she began to move herself with the rhythm, the speed he wanted, harder and fiercer than his thrusts had been. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong, and she knew she should stop it, shouldn't want it at all. But it felt so damn good.
![[Image: 157993336_tri-12.jpg]](https://pixhost.to/show/416/157993336_tri-12.jpg)
She reached down and slapped at his hand, moving it away from her clit, wanting to touch herself and feel her clit enlarged, swollen with arousal. She felt his head move and realized he was looking over her shoulder at her, and a moan of ecstasy came through his lips as he watched her finger herself while she rode him. His hand closed over her breast again, squeezing so hard she cried out, and it brought her one more time, gasping for breath and ready to beg for this to be over, not because she regretted it now but because she didn't think she could take anymore.
As she nearly collapsed with the force of her own orgasm, he held her tight against him and plunged as deep and hard as he could into her, one last time, and she felt the rush of wet warmth flood into her as he came, his entire body convulsing as he spasmed inside her.
They fell to the bed, her on her stomach and him on top of her, as Subbu was trying to catch his breath, he was startled by a strong hit on his head. The owner of the Bar standing next to him.
“How long are you going to stay sleeping here? I am going to close the shop”
That’s when Subbu realized he was in a spectacular dream all this time, he rushed out the bar and head straight to the palace to execute his plan. He jumped through damaged section in backside of the compound wall. Just as he was nearing the entrance, he could hear Murali talking.
“come on, everyone get in the van. Trisha is now bathing. This is our perfect chance”
‘yeah this is my perfect chance as well’ Subbu thought to himself.
He was little surprised as everyone got in the van, even the maid, cook etc. But he didn’t think too much into it. He then realized he doesn’t need to kidnap Trisha as the whole Palace is empty except for both of them.
“Thank God, we were able to escape in time, Lets go to the Swamiji’s house to get some immunity from the Ghost” Murali told everyone in the Van.
THE END
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