My Story by Vinman (repeat)

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My dad came in and suddenly every one was in attention position. The senior officials included my dad, my jiaji and IG Haryana security officer, who happened to be in Gurgaon that day.

 

Dad looked at my face and understood the slaps I received. IG security officer too was angry at the sheer incompetence.

 

Dad – who is the in-charge here

 

Roopa – me sir

 

Dad – let me introduce myself. I am Additional Secretary, Ministry of Finance and incharge of National Revenue Intelligence.  He is our family’s Son-in-Law and is Joint Director CBI.  IG security officer ko aap pahechaanti hongi

 

V – papa not their fault, number hee meri car ka mila tha. Itne thappad toh bante thhey.

 

Papa laughed at my sense of humour in such a situation. I then showed them how once Roopa found out from someone about me all of us worked on the possible numbers that could look similar to mine.

 

V – Papa yaad hai I had once told you of seeing number exactly as mine only to realize it was G instead of C

 

Dad – haan yaad hai

 

V – lagta hai wohi hua hai.

 

V – IG uncle

 

IG – haan beta

 

V – bandook dhoondne ke chakkar mein meri gaadi ki aisee taise ho gayi

 

IG – ha ha ha. Ho jaayega.  Roopa

 

Roopa – yes sir

 

IG – Baleno ke service station pe jaake, jo jo kharaab hua hai, replace karwao. Genuine replacement. Get it

 

Roopa – Sir

 

Dad – Tera kya scene hai Vicky

 

V – nothing much dad, ghar jaaunga apne, kal office bhi hai

 

Dad – good. Duty is duty.

 

We had some tea snacks in the security officer station and the entourage left.

 

After they left, the 3 idiots came to me and thanked me for saving their backside.

 

R – sorry Vicky ji, haath zara zor se chal gaye

 

V – chalo practice ho gayi. Bas yaar meri nayi naveli Baleno ko phir saja do, badi berahmi se izzat looti hai iski.

 

All idiots laughed.

 

Roopa – aao Vicky ghar chhod doon.

 

V – Aur car

 

Roopa – tumhari dulhan ko saja ke bhej denge (she smiled)

 

It was the first time that she smiled at me.  She took her car and drove herself and we went towards the society I was staying in.

 

Roopa – tumne apne dad ke saamne sabko bacha kyon liya

 

V – dekho aap log duty kar rahe thhey. Genuine mistake thee, aadat se mazboor aap log sunne ko tayaar nahin thhey. Aap bewakoofi kar rahe thhey toh main kyon karta aur doosra

 

Roopa – doosra kya

 

V – bhai apne area ki SP se bhi toh bana ke rakhni thee

 

Roopa – achha ji

 

V – haanji khaaskar tab jab woh itni sundar ho

 

Roopa blushed and smiled.

 

V – waise aapke ghar mein kaun kaun hain. Aap toh IPS ho

 

Roopa – husband IFS hain abhi overseas posted hain.

 

I smiled thinking possibilities.

 

V – seems aapne jaldi hee civil services crack kar liya.

 

Roopa – hmmm

 

V – must be in 32-34 bracket right now

 

Roopa – what ?? (she thought of boob size)

 

V – age yaar

 

Roopa – haan, kisi ne bataya nahin ki ladkiyon ki age nahin poochte.

 

I smiled.

 

V – waise I know what you thought about 32-34, it is much bigger than that

 

She looked at me defencelessly

 

V – mere baare mein kis se pata kiya

 

Roopa – mere husband ka cousin hai, tumhara batchmate tha

 

V – small world. Naam?

 

Roopa – Rohan

 

V – oh ok ok Rohan Sharma, right?

 

Roopa – right

 

V – saale ne bataya nahin his Bhabhi is an IPS and that too in Manesar and that too so beautiful.

 

She smiled.

 

We reached my society and as she was about to leave, I requested her to come up and see my place also. She was hesitating at first and then agreed.

 

As we entered

 

Roopa – lovely house, well maintained.

 

V – Thank you

 

Roopa – aur ladkon ki tarah nahin hain (not like bachelor’s house – unkept)

 

V – kitne dekh liye ladkon ke ghar (how many bachelor accommodation you have seen)

 

I said teasing her.

 

Roopa – Main kyon bataun (why should I tell)

 

She smiled.

 

V – toh us Rohan ne aur kya bataya (what else did Rohan tell)

 

Roopa – nothing much, only confirmed that you were his batchmate.

 

V- kya logay chaaye ya thanda (what will you have tea or cold drinks)

 

Roopa – cold drink

 

V – here it is (I offer her Coke)

 

Roopa – thanks

 

V – ek baat poochun (may I ask something)

 

Roopa – hmmmm

 

V – Why IPS

 

Roopa – why not

 

V – difficult job, physically demanding and you are surrounded by tough men both in security officer and dirty ones

 

Roopa – wohi thrill hai (that’s the thrill)

 

V – hmmmmm. Must say you are too sexy to be an IPS officer.

 

Roopa – sexual harassment ke case mein andar ho jaaoge bachchu (kiddo can take you in for sexual harassment case)

 

V – kya zamana aa gaya, sach bolne par bhi sexual harassment case (what times – genuine praise is considered as sexual harassment)

 

Roopa smiled.

 

V – you want my help in tracking the car.

 

R – how

 

V – nothing great. Get details of all possible combinations that I created.

 

R – then.

 

V – thappad pe thappad pe thappad (keep on slapping them)

 

R – ha ha ha

 

R – yaar hope your dad was not angry

 

V – shuru mein toh hue honge but he is in Revenue Intelligence, unko pata hai how agencies work (must have been angry at first but he understand how security officer agencies work). Trust me kuchh nahin hoga (Nothing will happen to you)

 

R – Thanks.

 

V – Waise tell me, given you deal with ruffians and you know you are hot looking must be tough

 

R – Tough toh hota hai (it is tough) but then you learn to manage and enjoy

 

V – I can understand, your curves can get confessions faster than slaps

 

Roopa hits me playfully.

 

V – I am ready to confess

 

R – with slaps

 

V – no with curves

 

She laughs aloud. Don’t know whether she was genuinely friendly or it was my family background. Whatever it may be, I was enjoying it.

 

For Roopa it was a case where someone was talking to her as Roopa and not Roopa, SP, Haryana security officer. She was enjoying it. Too much of crime, criminals, courts, superiors, politicians was taking its toll.

 

Well after about an hour or so of jokes, fun etc, she decided to get up and leave. Left on a happy note, exchanged numbers, she gave her personal number and not the official mobile.

 

As she was leaving

 

V – Ek baat hai, never thought security officer uniform could look so sexy

 

She smiled back and left.

 

As soon as she left I called up Mohammad

 

M – haan Vicky

 

V – zara Adaa ko bhejna, thodi maalish karwaani hai (send Adaa, need to get some massage done)

 

M – kya hua (What happened)

 

V – will tell you tomorrow, you send her. Send her wearing  a tight burqa with nothing underneath. Face not covered

 

M – ok (smiles)

 

Adaa came in 8 minutes flat and as soon as the main door was closed, the burqa was off in 2 seconds flat.

 

Adaa looked at me and saw impressions of heavy duty slapping on my face “ya ,.' ye kaise hua” (oh god how did it happen)

 

V – Case of mistaken Identity. security officer ne pakad liya tha (security officer had picked me)

 

A – aapne bataya nahin ki aap kaun ho (didn’t you tell who you are)

 

V – thappad khaane ka shauq nahin hai, ab sab theek hai (I don’t enjoy being slapped, all fine now)

 

A – Thank God.

 

She brought some Ice from the fridge and applied whereall she could see.

 

I was sitting on a chair and had the beautiful Adaa standing in front, I was rubbing her thighs, ass, tweaking her nipples. She was giggling but was still doing her bit seriously. I picked up an ice cube, it was a smallish one and in one go pushed it in her pussy and placed my hand over it. She screamed with joy. New feeling was mind blowing.  Wanted to run, I held her in place, Adaa was waving her hands and everything, this was fun.

 

The night was well spent with Adaa.

 

In the morning, Kamla came and Adaa was still sleeping.

 

Before she could start cooking, I indicated her to remove her saree. She complied. She was expecting me to pounce on her. I went to have bath.

 

V – Kamla kamla

 

K – ji saab (yes sir)

 

V – Towel bahar rahe gaya hai (have forgotten my towel)

 

K – kahan rakkha hai saab (where is it kept)

 

V – mere bedroom mein (in my bedroom)

 

Kamla goes to my bedroom and sees a naked Adaa and smiles, picks up towel and comes towards the bathroom.

 

Knock knock

 

V – haan khula hai (its open)

 

Kamla pushes her hand in with the towel, I hold her hand and pull her in under the shower, all of this happened in a flash.  She was ready for a fuck but didn’t expect that I would do there. My morning wood had got me going. Before she could say anything I sealed it with a kiss and pressed her boobs

 

K – aa saab

 

I hugged her and continued feeling every inch of her body. She was wearing a white blouse and petticoat and very soon could see her body very nicely. As I kissed her, I bent a bit more to suck her boobies. She was pressing her boobs to push them up to make it easy for me to suck them.

 

K – aaah saa aah

 

I rubbed her pussy over the petticoat and she was squirming.  I removed her blouse and petticoat and she was like me. In birthday suit, wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She had just a sexy buxom body, I soaped her all over, then gave special attention to her pussy and thighs, making her go weak by the second.

 

I rubbed her asshole lavishly with soap and fingered her priming her for the attack.

 

V – meri randi (my whore)

 

K – ji maalik (yes master)

 

V – lund chahiye (need my cock)

 

She nods in affirmative

 

V – toh maang le (beg for it)

 

K – maalik kya aap mujhe is lund se chodoge (master will you fuck me with this cock)

 

As I was about to oblige her, she closes her eyes waiting for the impending attack, suddenly I fee a hand on my cock, stopping it from going in Kamla’s pussy. It was Adaa’a hand.

 

A – ye mere maalik hain, mera hak hai (he is my master, its my privilege)

 

K – memsaab, aap toh raat ko chud li na, ab meri baari (you had sex last night, now my turn) she pleaded

 

A – no. My turn

 

K – memsaab

 

V – shut up, I shouted.

 

I took them both to the bed and placed them side by side. Tied their hands and legs closest to each other and started fucking Kamla. Had her leg on my shoulder, imagine one leg on my left shoulder and two legs, that of Adaa and Kamla (tied together) on my right shoulder.

As I was fucking Kamla, Adaa was feeling the force due to regular movement. It was quite a sight to see the high class Adaa and her maid servant Kamla tied together and oscillating together. Boobs so different and yet to similar and flying in all directions to the same rhythm.

 

Adaa put her free hand on kamla and mauled her boobs, kamla turned a bit to kiss Adaa.  Adaa was surprised at first but then relented.  Kamla was feeling the impact of the anaconda typed intruder in her pussy and was enjoying it to the hilt. Socialism at its peak wherein the rich and poor enjoying the same fruits together. It was to continue forever but Kamla got a call from Govind. Her mobile phone was in the kitchen and all was us were tied up. Finally she got free and had to answer Govind’s call and leave. Before she could leave, we spun her clothes in the machine so that they have some semblance of being dry.

 

I too went to office alongwith Mohammad who would now ask me what I was doing with Adaa. I would not tell him anything fully knowing that he can be recording the same and create problems for me at a later stage.  At times I would call him in my office abruptly so that he is not prepared to record and then fill him with lecherous details. It was so fun dominating the man like this.

 

Roopa called up Rohan wanting to know more about me.

 

Rohan – hi Bhabhi

 

Roopa – HI Rohan kaise ho (how are you)

 

Rohan – arrey kal kya raha (how was it yesterday)

 

Roopa – you verified, he had papers to the same effect, released.

 

Rohan – thank god Bhabhi. He never told Bhabhi but his dad was in a very senior position. Had only once seen them, he was in a Government car and had a few security persons in plain clothes.

 

Roopa – hmmm bata raha tha ki dad Ministry of finanace mein Additional Secretary hain (was telling his dad was Additional Secretary in Fin ministry)

 

Rohan – ok. But Bhabhi us say bach ke rahena (be careful from him)

 

Roopa – kyon (why)

 

Rohan – he has a knack of flirting and then taking to bed many women. College mein kisi ki bhi GF kha jaata tha, 2-3 professors bhi uske saath regular theen (would steal anybody’s GF and even had relations with 2-3 professors)

 

Roopa – what why

 

Rohan – Bhabhi he is a stud

 

Roopa – hmmmm

 

Rohan – Bhabhi bach ke rahena. (beware)

 

Roopa – ha ha ha

 

Rohan – Bhabhi ek baat hai, jo uski ho jaati hai woh phir kisi ko nahin ghaas daalti (Any girl who has been with him, stays loyal to him)

 

Roopa – bas kar bas kar (leave it) ok bye

 

Rohan – bye Bhabhi

 

While sitting in office, I thought of Jasleen and sent a message to her

 

V – Hi

 

J – Hi, yaad aa gayi (now you remembered)

 

V – you have full right to get angry, had gone to Delhi.

 

J – oh ok ok.

 

V – kab mil rahi ho (when are we meeting)

 

J – aaj sham (today evening)

 

V – Jasleen once again

 

J – what

 

V – you are damn hot

 

J – I know.

 

V – you have great assets

 

J – I know

 

V – what are you doing right now

 

J – nothing much.

 

V – how about going out with me right now

 

J – what

 

V – I will pick you up and we go to the water park in Gurgaon

 

J – are you serious

 

V – yes

 

J – let me check.

 

V – ok

 

After some time I get a message

 

J – not today

 

V – no probs. Shaam ko mil rahe hain (meeting in evening)

 

J – oh yes.

 

V – look sexy

 

J – I am.

 

V – look more

 

J – hmmmm.

 

After lunch I called Adaa

 

A – Hi maalik (hi master)

 

V – hi jaan

 

A – maalik yaad aa rahi hai (thinking of you master)

 

V – mujhe bhi (me too)

 

V – Buddha ab mast ho gaya hai (Mohammad has accepted it)

 

A – he is cunning, be careful.

 

V – don’t worry darling. Do one thing, send a sexy pic of yours, nude, to Mohammad and call him to tell to show it to me on his mobile

 

A – ha haha, sure, 2 minutes

 

After a few minutes, Mohammad knocked on the door and showed the pic

 

V – biwi maal hai Syed ji (your wife is hot)

 

M – Hot toh hai, but mad for you (she is hot)

 

I smiled.

 

V – Syed ji you enjoy it

 

M - hmmm

 

In the evening I go and meet Jasleen. We were together for around an hour or so, talk many things bordering on sexual. I don’t budge to show that I am desperate for her. She was used to having boys fall on her feet. She invited me to her place. I went, could see 3 more of her flat mates, all super hot. Could make out they were escorts.

 

One was Rehana, her sister Rufina and Jasleen’s cousin Navjot who was called Navi by everyone.  I was in luck.  But as we were progressing, got a call from Dad.

 

V – Hi dad

 

D – hi Vicky

 

V – papa aap kaise ho, mamma kaiseen hain (how are you and mom)

 

D – Sab theek hain, zara zaroori baat hai, phone karo.

 

It meant something serious and that I should talk from a secluded place.  I took leave of the girl gang and went home. Told Adaa that she should come later and told Kamla not to come. I had a separate phone, so what is the big deal if I had another number.  This number was only known to my dad and mom and nobody else. Not even my real sister or bro-in-law were aware that such a number existed.  The sim for that number rested in an old Nokia handset giving it a very non descriptive look.

 

V – papa ab ready hoon (dad am ready now)

 

D – Don’t let security officer drive your car to your house

 

V – Matlab (meaning)

 

D – tu jaake le ke aana, I know ki security officer waale uski accessories theek karwake de rahe hain (go and get your car, I know security officer is replacing your damaged accessories)

 

V – ji dad

 

D – None should know what your dad does in real or how you are connected to senior officers.

 

V – ok papa.

 

D – Kabhi socha hai kisne number diya hoga (have you ever thought who would have given your car number)

 

V – Papa galti ho gayi hogi (may be a mistake)

 

D – It was not a mistake

 

V – oh

 

D – Achha beta who is Mohammad Syed

 

Suddenly my throat went dry.

 

V – kya hua papa (what happened) he is in senior management team of client company.

 

D – kuchh hawala ke game mein naam hai (his name appears in hawala trade)

 

V – Sach (really?)

 

D – hmmmmm

 

D – Most likely, he gave your car details.

 

V – What ?? Why ??

 

D – Beta agle ki biwi ko pata logay toh itna bhi nahin karega (you snatch his wife, the man wouldn’t do even this much)

 

V – papa ??

 

D – Beta rishte mein toh hum tumhare Baap hotay hain (I am your father – papa spoke a famous dialogue of Amitabh Bachchan). Beta I run revenue intelligence of entire country, itna toh pata hoga (must be knowing this much)

 

I was speechless, but understood the game of Syed.

 

V – mujhe kya karna hai (what should I do)

 

D – nothing different, enjoy, be careful. No kids, no disease. Ha ha ha

 

V – papa now what

 

D – have you seen a new sabziwala thela near your society gate

 

V – not noticed dad

 

D – he is from intelligence wing

 

V – ok (I was used to such things)

 

V – Is SP Roopa trustworthy

 

D – haan clear hai (yes she is clean). But tell her that neither she nor any of her jokers should talk about me, your jijaji etc. Also tell her that I have her number, instructions will follow.

 

D – beta, jitni masti karni hai kar le but shaadi ke baad be loyal to your wife (enjoy your bachelorhood)

 

V – sure dad. Love you

 

D – Love you, tu chinta mat kar, we have you covered. (you don’t worry)

 

So guys this was my Dad for you. So now everything had changed. Syed was serious business now.

 

Immediately I sent a message to Roopa to not let anyone or herself bring my car, I will go and take it from the service centre with understanding that he will give me the bill for payment a bit later.