09-04-2019, 09:57 PM
Blackmail: Anushka’s Payback time: part-2
He never thought he would see a girl like Anushka with top two buttons of her shirt open standing in front of him with her face down in embarrassment.
“CHacha, can you…please…show me …uhh..how to use the enema?”
Was this happening for real? Anwar chacha almost pinched himself. This cant be real. He was a pervert, but this seemed way beyond his league. The visible cleavage was making him go hard in his pants.
“Actually, the instructions are given on the box…or you can see some video on net and find out.” He said in a tensed tone. The man in him didn’t want to let go of this chance, but somewhere deep inside he thought that he should not take a chance just like that. Though his eyes were devouring her sizable breasts glossed with the aromatic cream. They were looking like juicy tempting mangoes.
It was really awkward for her. This was the first time she was offering a chance and the man was denying it outright.
“I have read it. But it is not clear. App karneme help karenge to…uhh…” [Eng: I have read it but it would be a great help if you can help me try it].
She looked at him. Her eyes were not sluty or inviting but embarrassed and blushed. But in such a situation, it is very difficult for a man to distinguish the expression from shy to submissive invitation.
He now stepped in. The door was open. He looked at her for the last time as if asking her if she was sure of this. She didn’t look back, rather she just turned around. He pushed the door. His eyes caught the sight of the hanging red bra. That made his hard dick twitch inside his tight underwear. This girl was naked inside the shirt with two buttons opened.
He quickly filled up the enema bag with water from the tap. The sound of the zipper was clearly heard in the quiet toilet and Anwar chacha was now sure that this girl was serious about trying enema.
“You have to fill this bag with water and…then just..check ….by turning this knob..if the water is flowing..”. he said for sake of explaining. His voice was shaky and stammering in excitement. On the other hand, Anushka was least interested in his words but damn embarrassed to herself lower her jeans when she knew that Anwar chacha was standing at her back.
“ Ye poora hi nikal do ..” [Eng: remove this completely] Anwar chacha said pointing at the jeans and the panty.
Those words made her ear red. She didn’t have courage to even look back. She knew that Anwar chacha was now shedding his inhibitions and that was dangerous for her.
She had been bottom naked infront of the SP but that was different as there she was forced and here she was doing it herself. She did something similar in front of sharma uncle but again, at least there was a thin curtain between them.
She had no courage to turn around, though she slowly slid her jeans down. The light pink satin panty was a delight for Anwar chacha’s eyes. He gulped holding the nozzle of the pipe (enema) but his hands were itching to squeeze those perfectly round and fair buttocks.
She was still facing the other way as she tucked her thin long fingers in the panty elastic. She closed her eyes; it was a very weird feeling to take off your panty in front of a man in whom you don’t have any romantic interest. She did it quick this time, just pulled it down and let go of her inhibitions.
There was an awkward silence in that small space when she had her bottoms down. She carefully stepped out of it and that automatically got her legs separated.
Anwar chacha was looking at the slit between her ass cheeks. He was feeling sweaty die to the heat generated by this damsel.
“Once you are sure that the jt is working, you hang the water bag on any hook or stand above the level of your head.” He mumbled. She knew that all his explanation was for sake of breaking the awkward silence.
She was in two minds, whether to bend down and lift the jeans or to let it be there. She was simply trying to avoid facing Anwar chacha in such a position. As she was thinking, she suddenly felt cold rugged hands of Anwar chacha between her legs on her thigh.
“inko thoda khol do….to mai…” [Eng: open them a bit so that I can….]
He made his point in a shaky voice. She complied by slowly taking a step sideways. The cold hand was still there. She was now shivering. She naturally bent forward due to his hand at an awkward position.
Anwar chacha mistook this for her signal to put the nozzle in. He was not able to see the hole yet. He let his hand enter the crack now. He was unexpectedly fast. The sudden touch of the cold rugged palm made her moan. She took support of the wall infront as his trembling hand was making her uncomfortable.
She was breathing heavy as she now felt Anwar chacha getting bolder. His hand had now separated the two tight round cheeks. He placed his fingers in between her two legs and started to steer upwards.
He on purpose let his finger brush her pussy. And that made her moan aloud. She was now breathing faster. She was trying her best to not moan or not show any sign of physical arousal. But cenrtain things are not in your hands.
Anwar chacha’s fingers could feel the moisture, something that she was really worried about. That is the most embarrassing thing, your body showing complete arousal and mentally you want to repeal. She stood still.
“You then insert this nozzle inside your….uhh..rectum…” Anwar chacha used the correct terminology as he found the right hole.
He kept her cheeks wide spread now and that was making her feel very awkward. To stand, waiting for your invasion.
She started to feel what she expected. The small but hard plastic nozzle making an attempt to enter the tight butt hole. Its brushing against the tight soft ass cheeks made her feel every inch of progress. She could now feel it at the entry point.
Her real hole involuntarily contracted, as if restricting the entry. “Relax, it wont hurt.”
And his words made her even more tensed and awkward. She gulped and tried to relax, of course it was impossible to relax in such a situation.
The nozzle finally crossed the entry barrier. She let out another moan, this time even louder. Her eyes were tightly closed and she leaned forward even more as if she was trying to accommodate the invasion.
Anwar chacha was enjoying the entry. He was keenly looking at the slowly disappearing tip of the nozzle. He let it go for a couple of inches and then stopped.
She opened her eyes as she could feel that she had the plastic nozzle well inside her butt hole. Anwar chacha had stopped pushing it further. The feeling was really weird.
“You have to turn this knob to start the water flow” He said and actually tuned the knob.
Never ever in her life till now she had experienced anything go inside that part of her body. The cold water gushing inside her warm rectum made her literally jump in shock. But Anwar chacha, as if expecting her reaction, held her lightly by waist and prevented the nozzle from coming out.
Suddenly the phone on the counter rang. She knew it was the well-wisher. Anwar chacha suddenly came to his senses as he turned off the knob. He went to attend to the phone and that gave her enough time to dress-up again. She packed it quick and then left the shop.
She knew that the well-wisher somehow kept things under control; but that also meant that he was having a constant watch and access to her; there was no hiding from him. She was now slowly breaking down. He seemed to be again at the top of the situation, countering every move she played.
The bottom line was slowly sinking in ‘There is no escape’.
He never thought he would see a girl like Anushka with top two buttons of her shirt open standing in front of him with her face down in embarrassment.
“CHacha, can you…please…show me …uhh..how to use the enema?”
Was this happening for real? Anwar chacha almost pinched himself. This cant be real. He was a pervert, but this seemed way beyond his league. The visible cleavage was making him go hard in his pants.
“Actually, the instructions are given on the box…or you can see some video on net and find out.” He said in a tensed tone. The man in him didn’t want to let go of this chance, but somewhere deep inside he thought that he should not take a chance just like that. Though his eyes were devouring her sizable breasts glossed with the aromatic cream. They were looking like juicy tempting mangoes.
It was really awkward for her. This was the first time she was offering a chance and the man was denying it outright.
“I have read it. But it is not clear. App karneme help karenge to…uhh…” [Eng: I have read it but it would be a great help if you can help me try it].
She looked at him. Her eyes were not sluty or inviting but embarrassed and blushed. But in such a situation, it is very difficult for a man to distinguish the expression from shy to submissive invitation.
He now stepped in. The door was open. He looked at her for the last time as if asking her if she was sure of this. She didn’t look back, rather she just turned around. He pushed the door. His eyes caught the sight of the hanging red bra. That made his hard dick twitch inside his tight underwear. This girl was naked inside the shirt with two buttons opened.
He quickly filled up the enema bag with water from the tap. The sound of the zipper was clearly heard in the quiet toilet and Anwar chacha was now sure that this girl was serious about trying enema.
“You have to fill this bag with water and…then just..check ….by turning this knob..if the water is flowing..”. he said for sake of explaining. His voice was shaky and stammering in excitement. On the other hand, Anushka was least interested in his words but damn embarrassed to herself lower her jeans when she knew that Anwar chacha was standing at her back.
“ Ye poora hi nikal do ..” [Eng: remove this completely] Anwar chacha said pointing at the jeans and the panty.
Those words made her ear red. She didn’t have courage to even look back. She knew that Anwar chacha was now shedding his inhibitions and that was dangerous for her.
She had been bottom naked infront of the SP but that was different as there she was forced and here she was doing it herself. She did something similar in front of sharma uncle but again, at least there was a thin curtain between them.
She had no courage to turn around, though she slowly slid her jeans down. The light pink satin panty was a delight for Anwar chacha’s eyes. He gulped holding the nozzle of the pipe (enema) but his hands were itching to squeeze those perfectly round and fair buttocks.
She was still facing the other way as she tucked her thin long fingers in the panty elastic. She closed her eyes; it was a very weird feeling to take off your panty in front of a man in whom you don’t have any romantic interest. She did it quick this time, just pulled it down and let go of her inhibitions.
There was an awkward silence in that small space when she had her bottoms down. She carefully stepped out of it and that automatically got her legs separated.
Anwar chacha was looking at the slit between her ass cheeks. He was feeling sweaty die to the heat generated by this damsel.
“Once you are sure that the jt is working, you hang the water bag on any hook or stand above the level of your head.” He mumbled. She knew that all his explanation was for sake of breaking the awkward silence.
She was in two minds, whether to bend down and lift the jeans or to let it be there. She was simply trying to avoid facing Anwar chacha in such a position. As she was thinking, she suddenly felt cold rugged hands of Anwar chacha between her legs on her thigh.
“inko thoda khol do….to mai…” [Eng: open them a bit so that I can….]
He made his point in a shaky voice. She complied by slowly taking a step sideways. The cold hand was still there. She was now shivering. She naturally bent forward due to his hand at an awkward position.
Anwar chacha mistook this for her signal to put the nozzle in. He was not able to see the hole yet. He let his hand enter the crack now. He was unexpectedly fast. The sudden touch of the cold rugged palm made her moan. She took support of the wall infront as his trembling hand was making her uncomfortable.
She was breathing heavy as she now felt Anwar chacha getting bolder. His hand had now separated the two tight round cheeks. He placed his fingers in between her two legs and started to steer upwards.
He on purpose let his finger brush her pussy. And that made her moan aloud. She was now breathing faster. She was trying her best to not moan or not show any sign of physical arousal. But cenrtain things are not in your hands.
Anwar chacha’s fingers could feel the moisture, something that she was really worried about. That is the most embarrassing thing, your body showing complete arousal and mentally you want to repeal. She stood still.
“You then insert this nozzle inside your….uhh..rectum…” Anwar chacha used the correct terminology as he found the right hole.
He kept her cheeks wide spread now and that was making her feel very awkward. To stand, waiting for your invasion.
She started to feel what she expected. The small but hard plastic nozzle making an attempt to enter the tight butt hole. Its brushing against the tight soft ass cheeks made her feel every inch of progress. She could now feel it at the entry point.
Her real hole involuntarily contracted, as if restricting the entry. “Relax, it wont hurt.”
And his words made her even more tensed and awkward. She gulped and tried to relax, of course it was impossible to relax in such a situation.
The nozzle finally crossed the entry barrier. She let out another moan, this time even louder. Her eyes were tightly closed and she leaned forward even more as if she was trying to accommodate the invasion.
Anwar chacha was enjoying the entry. He was keenly looking at the slowly disappearing tip of the nozzle. He let it go for a couple of inches and then stopped.
She opened her eyes as she could feel that she had the plastic nozzle well inside her butt hole. Anwar chacha had stopped pushing it further. The feeling was really weird.
“You have to turn this knob to start the water flow” He said and actually tuned the knob.
Never ever in her life till now she had experienced anything go inside that part of her body. The cold water gushing inside her warm rectum made her literally jump in shock. But Anwar chacha, as if expecting her reaction, held her lightly by waist and prevented the nozzle from coming out.
Suddenly the phone on the counter rang. She knew it was the well-wisher. Anwar chacha suddenly came to his senses as he turned off the knob. He went to attend to the phone and that gave her enough time to dress-up again. She packed it quick and then left the shop.
She knew that the well-wisher somehow kept things under control; but that also meant that he was having a constant watch and access to her; there was no hiding from him. She was now slowly breaking down. He seemed to be again at the top of the situation, countering every move she played.
The bottom line was slowly sinking in ‘There is no escape’.
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