A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

#6
Aparna after many attempts finalized and emailed the pictures she wanted to be published on the website. She also inquired with Amit as to when the website would be up and running. She felt pretty frustrated not to receive any email from Amit till late evening. Wish she knew how much time and effort it took to design a website.
 
She got a sms - "I need some basic details to get the website running. Should I come to your house or will you come to my shop?"
 
She felt an increased flow of blood to her vital organs as she read the message.
 
She replied back "My place, around 3 p.m. Servants would have gone to take rest by then."
 
Amit smiled and wondered what had he done to deserve such a horny whore.
 
Aparna could feel butterflies in her stomach to hear the bell ring on her door. Servants had already gone to rest so she opened the door and got the shock of her life. Amit started to almost grope her ass as soon as she opened the door. It was something she had never anticipated. She loved it too much though. She tried to break free but her effort did not have the conviction.
 
Amit: "What is your rate whore?"
 
Aparna (blushing): "What do you mean and why do you ask?"
 
Her words broke as she spoke.
 
Amit: "You will have to specify your rates so I can put up the same on the website."
 
Aparna's face went crimson red as she tried to think of an answer.
 
Aparna: "Are the rate's not dependent on the services a customer asks for?"
 
Amit grabbed her from behind and cupped her boobs delicately.
 
Amit: "Spoken like a true whore but there are many customers who don't pay for a job. They just pay by the hour and do whatever they want."
 
Aparna experienced a much known feeling of wetness between her legs.
 
Aparna: "What if a customer wants to do something which I won't do at all."
 
Amit: "Is there anything you don't want to do cunt?"
 
Aparna bit her lips hearing his words. Her body instinctively rushed into his, wanting more attention. Amit was already busy kissing her neck.
 
Aparna: "Well, that depends on my mood. I love the ones who are like you, a mixture of good and bad."
 
Aparna yelped out in pleasure to feel Amit's lips and hands increasing pressure on her body. His lips dug nicely on her neck and his hands groping her boobs quite hard. Aparna gasped as she realized that his fingers had started to undo her hooks on the front of her blouse. Her hips pushed into his hard rod.
 
Amit: "I love whores like you who know their likes and dislikes."
 
Aparna: "I love guys like you who know how to take charge."
 
She knew it would trigger an even increased response from him and that was exactly what she got from him. She never had imagined that she would do anything of such kinds. She knew it would only be a matter of time before her blouse would fall from her body. Her sarree was already done away with. Amit broke away from her body and turned the laptop on. He started to make a note of what she had just told. It would help him define her likes and dislikes. Amit could not spot Aparna once he was done with the noting. She was midways on the stairs (towards her room).