03-02-2021, 11:04 PM
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before. I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call, Meena talked further: “Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.”
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.
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Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.
“Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”
At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.
Saleh looked deeply at her.
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.
The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.
Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”
Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.
He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”
Meena was visibly shocked and trembling. Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly.
“Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”
Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.
“Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you: You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”
At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.
“You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”
At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly...
“I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”
Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.
“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.
Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.
“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.
Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.
He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”
Meena whispered: “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“My skirt is too tight for my legs…”
“You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned.
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.
“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.
Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”
“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.
He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.
Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.
“Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”
As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly.
He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best? A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”
She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.
“Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”
Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.
Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt.
Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.
“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.
“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.
“Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…” But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.
“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.
Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room.
Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.
“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.
Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”
Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”
Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.
“Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…” Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.
Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.
“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.
Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?
Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face.
He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”
Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”
Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.
“I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”
Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.
She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”
Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”
“No… No…” Meena screamed.
Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?
“Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”
I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…
Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”
Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.
“Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”
“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged. She pleaded and begged the whole way.
It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.
He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”
Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”
“Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”
Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: How did I get myself into this situation? She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.
She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: ‘Yes…’
I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way? ....
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- tbc -
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After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.
° ° ° ° °
Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.
“Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”
At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.
Saleh looked deeply at her.
“You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.
The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.
Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”
Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.
He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”
Meena was visibly shocked and trembling. Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly.
“Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”
Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.
“Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you: You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”
At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.
“You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”
At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly...
“I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”
Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.
“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.
Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.
“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.
Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.
He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”
Meena whispered: “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“My skirt is too tight for my legs…”
“You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned.
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.
“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.
Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”
“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.
He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.
Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.
“Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”
As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly.
He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best? A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”
She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.
“Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”
Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.
Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt.
Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.
“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.
“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.
“Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…” But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.
“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.
Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room.
Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.
“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.
Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”
Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”
Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.
“Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…” Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.
Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.
“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.
Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?
Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face.
He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”
Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”
Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.
“I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”
Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.
She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”
Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”
“No… No…” Meena screamed.
Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?
“Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”
I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…
Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”
Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.
“Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”
“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged. She pleaded and begged the whole way.
It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.
He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”
Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”
“Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”
Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: How did I get myself into this situation? She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.
She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: ‘Yes…’
I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way? ....
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- tbc -
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