21-03-2019, 12:51 PM
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I yelled, tears flooding my eyes.
"The way your cunt muscles gripped my cock every time we fucked. Parvati never does that. None of my other bitches do that. It was special, memsaab!"
He put his second hand on my other knee and pushed my legs apart. I sat there in panic, dreading the bizarre turn this conversation was taking. Just when I thought he was apologetic and ready to move on. Classic bipolar behavior, a small part of my brain piped up.
"Your brain and your mouth and maybe even your heart say no. But that warm tight moist thing there." he motioned his eyes towards my crotch. "It was hungry. It was deprived. And it welcomed the satisfaction I provided. Be honest."
I started to get up and fight him off but he effortlessly pushed me back and my ass thumped back on the couch.
"Don't deny it, memsaab. I am sure your husband is a nice man. But obviously he doesn't satisfy your needs. Just like my wife is a great woman but she cannot satisfy my needs the way you did."
"YOU bangD ME, YOU ANIMAL!" I shouted in anger.
His response was to pout a little and nod.
"The first time that night, sure, I did bang you. I admit it. It was the anger and the darkness and the alcohol. You still came twice then, but yes, I did bang you." he said solemnly as if admitting to a minor infraction. "But the second time? The third, fourth, fifth, sixth times that night? That was just pure sex. After the first time, you had plenty of opportunities to run away. Or lock yourself in another room. Or even call the cops. But you didn't."
"Shut up!" I said. I did not want to admit that there was at least some truth to what he was saying.
"You were so....obedient. Be obedient again." he pushed my legs even farther apart, making my skirt slip a little.
"No!" I angrily replied.
"You are a head doctor. Diagnose yourself. Don't you think you liked what I do? And you want it again?"
"No!" I said shaking my head as my eyes teared up. "NO! NO!"
He was quiet for a few seconds and then said,
"Are you arguing with me or yourself?"
"Please leave, Lallan! Go back to your wife and leave me alone! I beg you!" I folded my hands.
"Because if I don't leave, you won't be able to resist my advances?"
He then swiftly lunged forward, so his face was inches away from mine. He tried to kiss me. I turned my face away. He grabbed my face with his right hand and pulled me into a kiss. Tobacco stench filled my nostrils. I didn't return his kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute or so, gently biting my lips before that. And then he leaned back.
I looked at the skinny intense man, staring at me from a couple of feet away, with an oddly earnest expression on his face. He was managing to sound reasonable even as he did some really nasty things to me. A far cry from the angry drunken lout of that other night.
"Do you know why I used to cheat on Parvati? Because she didn't satisfy me. So I slept around with a lot of women. Do you know why I slapped her around? The darkness inside me wanted that. But after you.....I don't need to. You might not believe it, but since that night, I have been like a saint with Parvati. Because you gave me an outlet for my darkness. That's how I want you to help me. Keep doing it, please. For my marriage. And for your own pleasure."
"Please go away, Lallan! Don't make me do this!" I was almost crying by now.
"Please be my mistress, memsaab. I am not asking for much. Maybe once a month?"
I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands. And then his eyes flashed with anger.
"SHIKHA!" he yelled, that old menacing tone suddenly returning to his voice. And then he continued in a low seething voice. "Must I always hurt you before you see sense? You couldn't fight me when I was drunk. Now I am stone cold sober. Do you want to get slapped around again? Is that why you're resisting me?"
I started crying. He snickered and licked my tears from my cheeks.
"Give in, memsaab. For your own sake." he whispered as he kissed my lips.
"Lallan!" I said in protest.
"I am a good man deep down, I promise.I just have this darkness that needs a release. In the past, sometimes I took it out on Parvati. She is frail and simple and doesn't enjoy it. She tries to understand and accommodate, but it gets too much for her."
"The way your cunt muscles gripped my cock every time we fucked. Parvati never does that. None of my other bitches do that. It was special, memsaab!"
He put his second hand on my other knee and pushed my legs apart. I sat there in panic, dreading the bizarre turn this conversation was taking. Just when I thought he was apologetic and ready to move on. Classic bipolar behavior, a small part of my brain piped up.
"Your brain and your mouth and maybe even your heart say no. But that warm tight moist thing there." he motioned his eyes towards my crotch. "It was hungry. It was deprived. And it welcomed the satisfaction I provided. Be honest."
I started to get up and fight him off but he effortlessly pushed me back and my ass thumped back on the couch.
"Don't deny it, memsaab. I am sure your husband is a nice man. But obviously he doesn't satisfy your needs. Just like my wife is a great woman but she cannot satisfy my needs the way you did."
"YOU bangD ME, YOU ANIMAL!" I shouted in anger.
His response was to pout a little and nod.
"The first time that night, sure, I did bang you. I admit it. It was the anger and the darkness and the alcohol. You still came twice then, but yes, I did bang you." he said solemnly as if admitting to a minor infraction. "But the second time? The third, fourth, fifth, sixth times that night? That was just pure sex. After the first time, you had plenty of opportunities to run away. Or lock yourself in another room. Or even call the cops. But you didn't."
"Shut up!" I said. I did not want to admit that there was at least some truth to what he was saying.
"You were so....obedient. Be obedient again." he pushed my legs even farther apart, making my skirt slip a little.
"No!" I angrily replied.
"You are a head doctor. Diagnose yourself. Don't you think you liked what I do? And you want it again?"
"No!" I said shaking my head as my eyes teared up. "NO! NO!"
He was quiet for a few seconds and then said,
"Are you arguing with me or yourself?"
"Please leave, Lallan! Go back to your wife and leave me alone! I beg you!" I folded my hands.
"Because if I don't leave, you won't be able to resist my advances?"
He then swiftly lunged forward, so his face was inches away from mine. He tried to kiss me. I turned my face away. He grabbed my face with his right hand and pulled me into a kiss. Tobacco stench filled my nostrils. I didn't return his kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute or so, gently biting my lips before that. And then he leaned back.
I looked at the skinny intense man, staring at me from a couple of feet away, with an oddly earnest expression on his face. He was managing to sound reasonable even as he did some really nasty things to me. A far cry from the angry drunken lout of that other night.
"Do you know why I used to cheat on Parvati? Because she didn't satisfy me. So I slept around with a lot of women. Do you know why I slapped her around? The darkness inside me wanted that. But after you.....I don't need to. You might not believe it, but since that night, I have been like a saint with Parvati. Because you gave me an outlet for my darkness. That's how I want you to help me. Keep doing it, please. For my marriage. And for your own pleasure."
"Please go away, Lallan! Don't make me do this!" I was almost crying by now.
"Please be my mistress, memsaab. I am not asking for much. Maybe once a month?"
I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands. And then his eyes flashed with anger.
"SHIKHA!" he yelled, that old menacing tone suddenly returning to his voice. And then he continued in a low seething voice. "Must I always hurt you before you see sense? You couldn't fight me when I was drunk. Now I am stone cold sober. Do you want to get slapped around again? Is that why you're resisting me?"
I started crying. He snickered and licked my tears from my cheeks.
"Give in, memsaab. For your own sake." he whispered as he kissed my lips.
"Lallan!" I said in protest.
"I am a good man deep down, I promise.I just have this darkness that needs a release. In the past, sometimes I took it out on Parvati. She is frail and simple and doesn't enjoy it. She tries to understand and accommodate, but it gets too much for her."
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