My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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With a few rounds of love making in his Dwarka flat, Saba had become part of his huge harem.  It was seriously a huge harem ranging from aunties, young housewifes, unmarried beauties of all religions, segments, shapes and sizes.  Life was so kind to him. Treachery of Smita was a distant memory now for him. Infact it had helped him to put on an emotional face and get more women for him.  His career was going great guns.

 

Emotional Atyachaar was a new entry to the TV reality shows for him. Although, he liked the concept of checking the loyalty, but was not sure of the truthfulness of the participants. He was not convinced that anyone would come up on TV screen to test his or her beloved. Anyways he liked the concept. Atleast the chicks they used were very hot.

 

He was once discussing this with Saba during the sex sessions saying that if someone as hot as her was to be available, it would be difficult for anyone to control.

 

“Jhoot hee lagta hai” (seems to be false) he said about Emotional Atyachaar (EA)

 

“Aisa nahin hai” (its not like that ) she reasoned.

 

Then she told him that she had a friend who was working in the backend team of EA and that they will be in Delhi in the coming week for shooting a few episodes. 

 

Next morning he got a call from Saba that her friend has arranged for a viewing of an EA episode to be shot in Delhi.  On the said date, he went and met Saba’s friend and sat in a corner just drinking in what all was going there. It was a mad mad rush.

 

He learnt that the lead in that episode was a girl named Aalia Siddiqui.  Since he was there due to some source, he was well taken care.  He was moving towards washroom and saw a drop dead gorgeous girl.  She was very fair, very beautiful, slim but curvy in right places, lush full lips made to be licked and sucked every time and always with big expressive eyes.  The ass was full round and so were the boobs that look bigger than average on her frame.  She was Aalia.

 

He came back to his viewing area and saw the same beauty sitting with the anchor and discussing something before the actual shooting started.  She was with someone who can be best described as a ‘Tapori’ in common parlance or ‘Chutiya’ in slightly cruder parlance.

 

As the story unfolded it came out that the ‘Chutiya’ was her previous boyfriend whom she left for another chap called Zain who was friend of this ‘Chutiya’. Aalia left this Chutiya since Zain told her that Chutiya was cheating her. She believed Zain and left him.

 

Now it was turn of Chutiya to turn tables. Sensing first opportunit, he wanted Aalia to believe that Zain was cheating her and that she should go to EA.  He thought how can both jokers cheat with such a sexy babe next to them.

 

Anyways as the programme unfold it came out that there ‘bait” ( a hot babe to lure Zain) was with him in the premises next door building and getting cosy.  The whole crew with the Cameras, Lights etc moved towards the next building.  Since all were moving, he too was asked to be there and infact be there as a regular visitor to that restaurant.

 

Vicky sat on a table in that restaurant only a few feet away across the opaque glass wall where the ‘bait’ and Zain were having fun with each other.  The idea was to make it look like a natural scene.

 

Suddenly, Aalia, Host of EA, the whole unit and the ‘Chutiya’ confront Zain with the ‘bait’ moving away.  They confront Zain and try to corner him.   ‘Chutiya’ was over excited and tries to become the saviour. Zain slaps him and he goes in a corner.  He starts abusing Zain and says a lot of nonsense.  Zain then moved towards Aalia, who unknowingly had moved to Vicky’s table, and tries to hug her to overpower her. She pushes and shoves but he was strong. She tried to get away, Zain abused her a couple of times, calling her names and in semi scuffle with the Chutiya in the mix, Aalia fell on the sofa next to Vicky. Vicky was a regular guest at the restaurant to give the realistic feel.

 

As Zain moved in to hold Aalia, who did not want him, Vicky just put a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

 

“Usko tu nahin pasand – hat jaa’ (she doesn’t like you, go away)

 

Even the anchor of the show got startled, it was too much reality for a reality show but the programme director asked him to let it continue as more spice was added.  Zain could not imagine how he came in between and thinking that he was someone with whom Aalia may have been going around, called her choicest of abuses and came to confront him. Vicky gave him a tight slap and pushed him back.

 

“Aa gaya apni aukat pe haraami” (you have shown your true colours) said Vicky.

 

“Saale iska pilla hai kya’ (Are you her pet dog) Zain said.

 

This question was replied with a host of punches, slaps, kicks and abuses leading Zain to run away. The Chutiya too seeing that his dream beauty may discard him as well, came again to become her knight in shining armour and said something nonsensical to Vicky.

 

Two slaps flat and he was seeing stars in restaurant. Vicky kicked him in his balls and said sorry to Aalia and moved away back to the viewing area.

 

At the conclusion of the programme the Host asked Aalia of the restaurant episode and she said that Chutiya and Zain showed their true colours and she was thankful to the stranger for rescuing her.  Vicky’s chest swelled with pride. This was all the opening in the world he would have required to add to the harem.

 

As the programme shooting ended, the host enquired about Vicky and was told that he was there purely as a guest.  The host wanted to meet him and so did Aalia.

 

The host said “it was more reality than expected”

 

Vicky smiled.

 

Aalia said “Thanks” and was assessing Vicky. He was miles ahead in personality and a strong man. 

 

Host asked “Bhid kyon gaye” (Why did you fight with them)

 

Vicky replied “Koi mood nahin thaa, but the way they were treating Aalia made me to jump in. Hope it did not affect your programme” (was not planned)

 

The host smiled and said “improved the programme.”  All laughed. 

 

Saba’s friend there at EA was to do some post production work.

 

Aalia looked in his eyes and said “Thanks”

 

He looked back in her deep eyes and said “Welcome”

 

She didn’t know what to say.

 

He had it planned.

 

“Aap us gadhe ke saath aayin thee, ab kaise jaaogi.” (you had come with that ass, how will you go back)

 

“Chali jaaungi” (will manage) she replied.

 

“If you don’t mind, may I ask you where you stay and may I take the liberty to drop you at your residence, just in case these two jokers try to act funny” Vicky said.

 

She was impressed with his command over English language. Both Zain and the Chutiya could not complete one sentence in proper English.

 

As it turned out, Aalia stayed in one of the societies about 4-5km away from his house. He insisted that he will drop her.

 

She did not need much insistence.

 

As they went out, he took her in his car. His stocks rose as she came to know of his credentials of being alumnus of DCE and FMS and about his current job. He had a great sense of humour and she was enjoying every bit.

 

At one point he asked “ Agar main aapse mobile number maangu toh doge” (if I ask for your mobile number, will you share)

 

“Aapko kyon chahiye” (why you need) she asked a mock question.

 

“Ab aap jaisee haseena ka number bhi na liya toh laanat hai itni mahnat ka” (If I cannot take a number even then to hell with this effort)

 

She laughed aloud at his comment.

 

The shooting was happening in other part of Delhi and hence it was a long drive back home.  Somewhere near the ridge area in Delhi, which has acres of green area around, both Zain and Chutiya overtook them and made him to stop the car.

 

Both came out. May be they had decided that both of them can take on Vicky and win the girl back.  Raging Harmones were making them take those decisions. 

 

Vicky came out and aske Aalia to stay back in his new Swift.  And told her to dial a number of his friend Manish who had recently joined as an Inspector in Delhi security officer recently, in case more people joined these two jokers.

 

They both had planned something.

 

They confronted him and wanted to fight.

 

Vicky gave a tight kick between legs of Zain and this gave him time to take on the Chutiya.  Some seriously hard punches, kicks had him disoriented and he fell on the side of the road.  Vicky then took liking to Zain and actually threw him in the woods.  He just kept on kicking them, punching them etc. Aalia was worth it. His manliness had got him Sadaf, Bhawna earlier and this time too it will give results.

 

He indicated to Aalia to come out of the car and deflate the tyres of their car.  Meanwhile he kept on fighting with them or rather humiliating them.

 

Such was his fury, that both lay on the ground, he took out his penis and pissed on them.  They just couldn’t do anything.  She saw the act from the distance but could not see the penis. She was shocked seeing his domination on them. Since both had cheated so she was very happy that they were being humiliated. Had she seen the penis size, she would have been very very happy for some other reason.

 

“Naam kya hain tumhare” (what are your names) he thundered

 

Zain said one and the ‘chutiya’ said Aslam in a meek tone.

 

He said aloud then “Agar Aalia ko phir tang kiya toh bhoot bana doonga” (if you try to disturb Aalia again, will beat the living daylights out of you).  He ensured Aalia heard him.

 

He came back and asked her to get the bottle of water from the car and washed his hands. 

 

And the journey back home resumed.

 

“Aapko lagi toh nahin” (hope you didn’t get hurt) asked a concerned Aalia.

 

“Nahin Nahin. Yeh saale na-mard hain” (no no. they are not men enough) he said emphatically.

 

She smiled in agreement.

 

By now the mood was normal.

 

She reached her home and invited Vicky in.  It was a nice house in a good South Delhi society.  As they went in, Vicky found that it was very tastefully decorated. Aalia had a key to her house and opened the lock, meaning there was no one at home.

 

She told him that she stayed with her mother since her father had become a maulvi in Gulf and was staying there with her brother who too became a maulvi. Her elder sister was married and lived in Bangalore. They had good rental income from various properties that they had invested in and hence they were enjoying a good life. Her mom was a creative person and advised people as interior decorator.  Well the tasteful layout of her flat evidenced it.

 

She saw a note stuck to the Fridge mentioning that her mom had to go to Chandigarh for an important client meeting and would be back the next day. It was rare but not unprecedented for her mom to go for such visits.

 

Aalia after seeing the note realized that due to shooting and the mellee afterwords, she forgot to switch on her mobile.  She saw about 10 missed calls from her mom. She called her back immediately and told her about the shooting and missed the juicier part afterwords.

 

She was in an okay mood considering what had transpired that day.  She went to change into something comfortable and came back in a one piece dress upto a couple of inches below her knees. Normal dress, nothing scandalous.

 

She prepared tea for him. 

 

Vicky was also deliberately not raking up her relationships with those jokers.

 

They finished the tea.  She was enjoying his company. He was way way above those two jokers.  She liked him a lot.

 

Just as she was getting happy her mobile phone rang. 

 

It was the chutiya Aslam who called her. The other joker was also there with him on speaker phone.

 

She saw the number and her happiness vanished from her face.

 

Vicky asked her “woh gadhe hain” (is it those asses)

 

She nodded a yes.

 

He indicated her to put them on a speaker phone.

 

Unwillingly she took the call and willingly put it on the speaker mode.

 

Firsly the chutiya started – “Aalu darling, maaf kar de.  Dubara nahin hoga” (forgive, will not repeat)

 

Vicky wrote for her and she read it aloud.

 

“Maafi kis baat ki” (Forgiveness for what)

 

“Wohi jo aaj hua – mere saath Zain bhi hai” (what happened today and I have zain with me)

 

Zain also then continued the rant of forgiveness.

 

She was getting restless and said forcefully “mujhe aaj tumhara asli chehra dikh gaya, dubaara mat tang karna” (have seen your true colours, never bug me again)

 

In desperation they said in unison “woh ladka achha nahin hai, Kafir hai, ***** hai” (he, Vicky in this case, is not a good boy, is a *****)

 

This infuriated her further “tum jaison se bahut better hai” (he is way better than you)

 

Vicky smiled at the positive comparison.

 

To this they responded “ek mauka de do, hum ghar aa jaate hain” (give us one chance, we will come to your house)

 

Now Vicky intervened “tumhara baap yahin baitha hai. Lagta hai is baar moot peene ka dil hai tumhara, pichli baar toh sirf body pe kara thaa, is baar pilaaunga.  Phir batana kaisa laga ***** ka moot” (your dad is here.  Last time I had pissed on your body, this time will make you drink it and then you can tell how you liked the pee of a *****)

 

Suddenly they disconnected the call.

 

Vicky smiled at her. But she was tense.  She had reason to be. Vicky was not there permanently.

 

Vicky smiled again.  He took numbers of those jokers from her, called his security officer inspector friend and asked him to take them to task.

 

She liked his decision making but was still worried and shivering slightly.

 

Vicky put his reassuring arm around her to calm her but she was a bundle of nerves.  She cuddled upto him on the sofa and kept on sobbing slowly. 

 

Vicky kept on saying words to reassure her and once he found that she was a bit okay, proceeded to leave.  She held his arm and said “aaj mat jaao, mujhe dar lag raha hai” (don’t go today, I am scared)

 

Vicky’s parents had gone to Chandigarh to meet his Tayaji and their daughter so he nothing to do at home. Further next day being a weekend meant no need for office rush as well.  He agreed.

 

She was still cuddled up to him.

 

He asked “yeh jokers kaise milay” (how you found those jokers)

 

She then told him how they stayed in previous colony and Aslam’s (chutiya) father knew her father and infact he was the reason that her father became more fundamentalist in his approach and took his son with him to Saudi Arabia. Her mom was a modern independent woman, who decided to keep her daughters away from fundamentalist view of .,.  Since Aslam and Aalia were of the same age group and grew up together, he started visiting them in their new house and a year or so back, she took him as his boy friend. 

Aslam wanted to have sex with her, which she refused, he cheated on her, Zain, common friend, told Aalia, she started liking Zain and when Zain couldn’t get her to bed him, he too cheated and Aslam took opportunity to get even.

 

After telling the story she started crying a lot and said “kya main itni buri hoon” (am I that bad)

 

Vicky kept his hand around her shoulder and reassured her “andhon ko heere aur pathhar ka farak nahin pata hota” (a blind man cannot distinguish between a diamond and a stone)

 

She was still sobbing and cuddled upto him. He was feeling her boobs crushed on his chest.  Though he could understand her situation but he was in no mood to commit. For him she was a fine piece and would have been a great addition to his harem, nothing more and nothing less. But he had to play it carefully.

 

Her low intensity sobbing continued for quite some time and only settled down around 8.00pm. 

 

Vicky looked at his watch and then said “Aalia kuch bahar se manga lete hain’ (lets get dinner from outside)

 

She nodded a yes and did not leave him.

 

Vicky ordered a couple of pizzas from Dominos.

 

He then asked Aalia “fresh ho lo, pizzas aatey honge” (freshen up, pizzas will be delivered soon)

 

In due course the dinner was delivered and they had dinner in silence only disturbed by a few words requesting to pass the sauce, water etc.

 

By 9pm they were free.

 

Again Aalia’s phone rang.

 

Again there were two jokers on the other side.

 

Again same story concluding with Vicky threatening them.

 

Only change she did not sob this time round that much.

 

She called Vicky to her bedroom and both sat on the bed with backrest providing support and were watching TV.

 

“Vicky ek baat poochun” (Vicky may I ask a question)

 

Hmmm was the reply.

 

“Koi girlfriend hain tumhari’ (do you have a girl friend)

 

He nodded in negative.

 

She looked at him quizzically not believing him.

He smiled and then told her all about Smita including the sex part before dumping her.  Such was his story telling technique that she agreed with his actions.

 

“Tumne theek kiya Vicky” (you did right) said she supporting Vicky’s actions vis-à-vis Smita.

 

But then she continued further ‘toh abhi koi nahin hai” (so there is no one right now)

 

“Nahin par GF ke kaam karne waali bahut hain” (No but have enough who fulfill needs as a GF does) he said emphatically

 

She was confused a bit and said “matlab” (meaning)

 

“Dear matlab ki bahut aisee hain jo meri har zaroorat ka dhyaan rakhti hain.” (meaning there are many who take care of my all needs) he said emphasizing on all and needs.

 

She went silent again and then after a brief pause said “matlab tum gf nahin banana chahate” (meaning you don’t want to have a GF)

 

Vicky smiled and said “Dekho Smita ke case mein main bahut committed thaa.  Itna ki maine baaki ladkiyon ke sex ke invites thukra diye thhey. Aur dhoka mila, isliye ab socha hai shaadi se pahele commit nahin hounga” (I was very committed to Smita and refused invitations for sex from others, and got cheated. Hence have decided not to commit before marriage)

 

Before she could say something further, he continued.

 

“Dekho I have been very lucky with fairer sex. Bahut ladkiyan, housewifes aur kuch cases mein un ladkiyon ki moms bhi mere liye ready raheti hain” (See I have been very lucky with women. Girls, their moms and some other housewifes are ready for me)

 

“Ready for …” said Aalia and realized the mistake half way.

 

Vicky was not letting go of this opportunity and said “ready for allowing me to fuck them big time”

 

And further added “They say, I really know how to fuck”

 

It was going too fast for Aalia.

 

Before she could say anything, he said “you don’t worry, main baahar so jaata hoon” (you don’t worry, I will sleep outside)

 

“OK par abhi mat jaao” (ok but don’t go now) she said.  He agreed

 

“Dekho main samajhta hoon ki jo aaj hua aur pahele bhi, tumhe shaayad main un jokers se thoda zyaada pasan aa raha hounga” (I understand that you must be liking me a bit more than those jokers due to the recent incidents) said Vicky

 

Nodded in affirmative Aalia.

 

“Par main emotionally involved nahin ho sakta.  Tum bahut hot babe ho, koi bhi ladka aisee situation mein tumhe I love you bol kar kiss kar leta, par main jhoot nahin bolta” (But I cannot be emotionally involved. You are very hot. Any guy would take this opportunity in saying I love you and then kissing you. I don’t lie)

 

She kept silent.

 

“Are you comfortable if we talk about ur relationship with those jokers” Vicky asked

 

She paused and then nodded a yes.

 

“So kissing normal thee ya rare” (so kissing was normal or rare) asked he.

 

“pahele rare phir normal ho gayi thee” (earlier rare then normal) she replied.

 

“game sirf kissing tak thaa ya aagey bhi” (was it kissing only or more as well) he prodded.

 

She did not respond.

 

“Waisy hard to believe ki aap jaise sexy bandi ke saath koi kiss tak ruk gaya hoga” (hard to believe that anybody could restrict himself till kissing only) said Vicky.

 

“Tum itni sundar ho, itni gori ho, sexy figure aur kya chahiye bande ko” (you are so beautiful, so fair, sexy figure and what else a man needs) continued Vicky testing the waters.

 

“Vicky bas karo na” (Vicky please stop it) said she.

 

“Ok Ok “

 

“Waise I am honoured that you considered me good to be your bf” said he.

 

“Vicky thanks a lot for today” said she

 

He smiled and said “so jaao raat bahut ho gayi hai” (you may sleep, its late)

 

“Waise sookha sookha thanks kiya hai” (it’s a dry thanks only) said he.

 

“Geela kaise karun” (how to wet it)

 

He sang a parody “honto se chhoo lo toh, dry thanks ko wet kar do”

 

She smiled and said good night.

 

He went out and slept on the bed in the drawing room. He removed his jeans, t-shirt and slept only in briefs and vest.

 

Sometime around 3am or so, Aalia felt thirsty and moved towards the fridge in the dinning lobby of the big drawing-cum-dining room where Vicky was sleeping.  She saw Vicky sleeping on the bed and smiled. Took out the bottle from the fridge and drank some water. As she turned to go back, in the light from the small bulb in the dining lobby, which she was about to turn off, she saw the packet in the brief confines.  She just could not imagine the size. It seemed to be bigger than her forearm. The bedsheet cover had moved away, making it easier for her to see and appreciate the devil.  No wonder he has a long line of women to fuck she thought and smiled.

Naughty thoughts – she chided herself and went back to her room.

 

Vicky was a light sleeper and that too sleeping on a new bed, made him even a lighter sleeper, so when Aalia had come to drink water he ensured that he slept in a manner that she looked at his briefs.  He was able to plant the seed.

 

She went back to her bed but could not sleep for a while. The tools of those jokers seemed to be so incompetent in front of his. Though she never saw them, but touches during hugs etc had made her guess their sizes.  She could still not imagine what she saw.  She was not the first one to marvel that size though.

 

Next morning, Vicky had got up early, as per habit, went through morning chores of toilet etc, but came back on his bed laying in the same manner.  Aalia got up a bit later and again saw him sleeping in a similar posture.  Her eyes were locked on his underwear like a missile locked to target.

 

She moved away. Vicky got up and wore his jeans, did not wear t-shirt allowing her to look at his strong muscular (non-gymmed) body.  He moved around non-chalantly asking her for toothpaste etc. He brushed his teeth and then had his shower.  He moved around wearing his towel only for a short while, allowing her to look at him and then wore his clothes without looking deliberate in display. During the shower, he had pumped his tool thinking of fucking Aalia leading to a considerable tent formation in towel for her to marvel.

 

He had a habit of saying prayers before he took breakfast or anything in the morning, even water.  There were instances where he had not taken anything, even water, till 4pm because of not being able to say prayers due to some exigencies.  He was very particular in that.  He looked at Sun and said his prayers, since there were no idols of ***** gods visible to him.

 

Aalia saw him praying and then asked “Sooraj ko dekh kar kyon pooja ki, sooraj ki pooja thee kya” (Why did you worship while looking in direction of Sun, were you worshipping sun)

 

He smiled and said “Agar bhagwaan ki photo/moorti na ho toh sooraj ki taraf dekh kar pooja kar leni chahiye, woh hi ek pratyaksh devta hotay hain subah” (in case there are no idols/photos of gods, we should worship seeing in direction of Sun since he is the only visible demi-God during morning)

 

She liked the logic of Hindus but then added “pahele bataana thaa, mummy ke room mein ganesh ji ki moorti hai’ (you should have told earlier, mom has an idol of Lord Ganesh in her room).

 

Saying this she proceeded to her mom’s room followed by Vicky who was focussed on her ass and was imagining how it will feel fucking it.

 

It was a big room with a big oval shaped double bed in the centre and a mirror on the ceiling.  On either wall towards foot and headrest of the bed, it had two big pictures framed.  One had joint photo of Aalia, her sisterher mom and the other one had a collage of pics of Aalia’s mom. Her name was Zareena.

 

Vicky was struck by her beauty. 

 

The Ganesha idol that they had come to see was very tastefully and respectfully kept on a small table.  Aalia told Vicky how from the day someone gifted the idol to her mom, her business has taken off and had brought her very good luck and returns in both professional and personal life. So her mom was a great believer in Lord Ganesha.  Vicky then added, not for nothing, Ganesh ji is worshipped first by Hindus.

 

Vicky then looked at both the pictures on the wall and said to Aalia “Thank god tum aur tumhari sister tumhari mom par gayi hain” (thank god that you and your sister have taken up from your mom)

 

“That’s why you two are so beautiful’ he continued.

 

Aalia smiled and said thanks.

 

To give you some idea of the looks of Zarena, she resembled a lot like Monica Bedi’s look as Step Mom of main lead in Saraswati Chandra television serial being telecast these days, but looked a bit younger than her.  Only Zareena looked better endowed in boobs department and ass.  The collage had frontal and rear shot pics.  She liked deep cut blouses both in front and back and knew how to carry her sensual look. 

 

“Bura mat maan na, but your dad is a fool. Your mom is so beautiful, unhe kaise chhod diya.” She agreed on the fool part and just kept silent.

 

They had breakfast and he moved for home but before leaving he left a thought for her.

 

“I can see that you like me a bit.  I can give you everything but not commitment. Please understand from Smita episode point of view.  Think about it. I know how to care take very good care of women” he said confidently and in a matter of fact tone.  She nodded a yes.

 

He went back home and called after a few hours and asked if those jokers had called again. She replied in negative, after a few customary exchanges, the call ended.

 

It was her turn to call now, she did so after a couple of hours only.

 

“Hi Vicky”

 

“Hi”

 

“Kaise ho” (how are you) asked the beauty.

 

“Waise hee jaise 2 ghante pahele tha” (the same like a couple of hours ago) an indirect reference to having spoken a couple of hours back only.

 

“Oh toh mera phone itna bura laga” (so you didn’t like me calling you again) said the mock annoyed beauty.

 

“Yeh maine kab kaha” (When did I say that) “ab tum jaisee hot bandi call karegi toh bura kaise lagega” (how can I mind if someone as hot as you call) said Vicky.

 

This pleased her a lot but she continued “tum toh har ladki ko yahi kahete hoge” (you must be saying the same to every girl)

 

“Sab ko nahin par haan, tum jitni sexy ko haan” (not to all but to those as sexy as you) replied Vicky. 

 

He had a way with words.

 

They continued talking for a good 35-40 minutes.

 

When the call was about to end, he said “Aalia kya socha mere proposal ke baare mein” (What did you think of my proposal)

 

She kept silent.

 

“Apart from commitment you will have me completely.  I will take care of your needs.  Specially physical ones” said he in a matter of fact tone.

 

She did not know how to react and somehow managed so say “aur kitni hain aisee’ (how many like these)

 

This was the opening that he wanted and went on to say “Bahut hain, ladkiyan, unki sisters &  moms, kayi housewives hain, office colleagues hain”

 

“Jo ek baar mauka deti hai phir usko koi aur pasand nahin aata” (After once with me, they don’t like anyone else)

 

She was still at loss for words.  She was still at loss for thoughts.

 

Hmmmmm was all that she could manage.

 

“Dekh ek kaam karte hain, tumne un dono jokers ko bhi kiss kar rakha hai, mujhe bhi ek mauka do. Thodi der ke liye milte hain, agar tumhe mera kiss karne ka style pasand nahin aaya, phir dubaara tang nahin karunga. Agar pasand aaya toh aage dekhte hain”  (lets do one thing, you have been kissed by those two jokers, give me a chance. If you don’t like my style of kissing, wont bug you again, if you like it, then will proceed further) he said sounding as reasonable as he could.

 

A firm hmmm was the reply.

 

“toh haan samjhun” (should I take it as yes) asked Vicky.

 

She was liking her hmmmming and said another hmmm.

 

“Toh main abhi aa raha hoon” (I am coming right now) he said and disconnected the phone.

 

Withing next 20 minutes he was there and pressed the bell.

 

She was there in a knee length skirt and a top.

 

He moved in and closed the door behind him.

 

She said “mummy aane waali hain” (mom is about to come)

 

“Matlab time kam hai” (meaning we have less time)

 

Before she could even nod a yes, he pulled her close, looked deep in her eyes  and said “May I kiss you” and then continued “I take your silence as acceptance”

 

He started with pressing his lips to hers. Slight parting of his lips ensured that now his tongue was licking her lips. First the top one, then the bottom one.  She was enjoying the salivation of her lips by his tongue. The continued onslaught ensured that she too parted her lips and let the two tongues talk to each other directly.  He then took her upper lip between his lips and licked the lip and then the same process was adopted for the lower one.

 

Process in management jargon is known as a series of steps giving the same output everytime.

 

In this case also, licking of upper and lower lip was giving same pleasure to her.

 

As the passion increased, they were now sucking right from each others mouth. With his tongue almost intertwined with hers. This was by a country mile the best kiss she ever had. Those jokers could manage lip to lip at best.  This man knew how to pleasure a woman and then thinking of his tool and what it will do, her pussy was in monsoon season.

 

The kiss continued for good 4-5 minutes and she was week in knees and wet in pussy.

 

As he broke the kiss, looked at her and then asked “did you like it’

 

She could only manage a smile in return.

 

Now he hugged her again and said “meri banogi” (will you be mine)

 

A shy hmm was the response.

 

Before they could go further, they heard footsteps closer to the door and after a couple of seconds the bell rang.

 

Vicky went to sit on the sofa and she went to open the door.

 

Enters Zareena.

 

Looks at Vicky and then at Aalia.

 

Vicky looks at her and admires her. She looks far hotter than her pics.  But manages to break in a polite smile.

 

Aalia introduces him and tells her all about those two jokers.  Zareena thanks him a lot and says the usual things expected in such a scenario.  Vicky takes all the compliments with polite smiles.

 

“Zareena ji, ek baat toh hai, woh dono duffer thhey jo itni sundar aalia ke hotay hue kahin aur cheating kar rahe thhe” (must say they were fools to have cheated such a beautiful Aalia)

 

She smiled at his comment and was surprised by him addressing her as Zareena ji instead of the more common aunty.

 

Sensing her query, he said “aap kisi angle se aunty nahin lagti” (you don’t look like a aunty)

 

She smiled further and said “phir kya lagti hoon” (then what do I look like)

 

“Sach bol diya toh aap maaroge but koi bhi aapko Aalia ki badi bahen maan lega” (If I tell the truth, you will beat me but yes you look like Aalia’s elder sister.) he continued praising the elder beauty.

 

She smiled again and said “Then Zareena ji is ok but why not Zareena”

 

“Dheere dheere wahan bhi pahunchenge” (will reach that stage as well) he said firmly and then said “Aalia has taken up your beauty”

 

She said thanks and smiled.

 

“Sorry to say but yeh '. mard gadhe hotay hain jo itni sundar bandiyon ko cheat karte hain ya chhod dete hain” (Sorry to say but '. men are fools to cheat or abandon such beautiful women)

 

She paused for a few seconds and then said – bilkul (definitely) and went to her room.

 

Vicky thought she was angry but she came back in the room after freshening up and wearing a caprice and a t-shirt.  She was looking delicious and smiling.

 

Vicky smiled at her again and said “I was not wrong about '. men being idiots” and laughed.

 

This time she joined the laughter.

 

For Aalia this was going too fast and she was not able to comprehend how Vicky was able to engage her mom so easily whereas those two fools could not move beyond Salaam.

 

He has a way with women – she thought and desire to become his keep strengthened.

 

“Vicky thanks a lot for all you have done” said a thankful mom.

 

“It was a matter of chance that I was there and those jokers fought in front of me. I don’t like men abusing and fighting a woman. I don’t like cheating as well. And then Aalia is so beautiful, ab itni sundar ladki pe impression jamaane ka mauka kaise chhodta” (how would I have let go of a chance to impress such beautiful Aalia) explained Vicky.

 

The mom daughter duo looked at each other and smiled.

 

Aalia then again told her of Vicky beating the pulp out of those two jokers. 

 

Vicky smiled and said “ab Aalia jaisee hot bandi jiski maa bahut haseen ho toh mauka kaise chhodun. Unki pitai aur bezzati dono zaroori tha” (I had to since Aalia is hot and her mom very beautiful.  Hurting them and humiliating them was needed.)

 

Mom smiled but daughter Aalia could not hold herself back and said “tumhe kaise pata chala ki mom sundar hongi” (how did you know that mom would be beautiful)

 

Vicky could not have let go of such an opportunity “maal dekh kar pata chalta hai ki die kitni achhi hogi” (you can judge from the product about the quality of the die)

 

Zareena again smiled and blushed slightly but Aalia was not clear as yet.

 

Vicky continued, “dekho agar yeh product achha bana hai toh pata chalta hai ki base die jisme cast hua who die/mould kitna sahi hoga” (if product is good you can judge the die/mould from it)

 

Now Aalia got the hang of it and smiled.

 

“Vicky tum baatein bahut achchi banaate ho” (you have a way with words) said zareena.

 

“Main kuch cheezen bahut achchi karta hoon – Aalia se pooch lo” (I do a few things very well, you may ask Aalia) replied Vicky.

 

Aalia didn’t know what to say and thought Vicky will share the kissing part.

 

Her mom looked at both and sensed something but then Vicky chipped with beating the living daylight out of both jokers.

 

Aalia breathed the sigh of relief.

 

Zareena looked at Vicky knowing he is hiding something.

 

Vicky returned the knowing smile.

 

And then the normal talks started for about 40-50 minutes. Zareena liked him. Aalia liked him. He liked both.

 

Before he left he said “Zareena ji, ek baat poochun, hope you don’t mind”

 

“Oh yes, go ahead” was the reply.

 

“Agar aapki permission ho toh, kya main aur Aalia ek doosre se mil sakte hain, kabhi public mein aur kabhi akele mein” (if we have your permission, can I and Aalia meet, sometimes in public and sometimes alone) asked Vicky.

 

She thought for a few moments and then said “Why not – ya sure”

 

Then continued, “Akele mein kya karoge” (what will you do when alone) and winked, thinking she had cornered him.

 

He was not the one to miss such an opportunity “Theory chahiye ya practical karke bataaun” (you want theory or should I do practical) said a laughing Vicky.

 

Zareena didn’t know how to react but sportingly joined the laughter.

 

Then he turned his attention to Aalia and said “Dekho ab tumhari mom ne bhi permission de di, ab toh meri baat maan logi” (see now that your mom has given permission, hope you will agree to my requests)