25-01-2022, 08:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 25-01-2022, 08:09 AM by B1ryani. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
**Part 6.**
Under the shower, I slid my fingers down between my pussy lips. Shit. It was so sore. I grabbed the shower head, placing it under my pussy, washing out whatever little bit of cum that might be in me. I was dead afraid of getting pregnant, that would mean the end of me.
The guilt I felt came from the fact that I had enjoyed the fucking I had received from my Dadi. Nani would be heartbroken if she ever found out. I felt like crying again but I caught hold of myself, I prayed this was just a one-time thing. Perhaps Dadi would let this incident go and we can move on like nothing ever happened.
I turned of the shower tap and slowly walked to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheek was slightly swollen from where Dadi had slapped me just now. I gargled my mouth, trying to wash away the taste of his cum. I relaxed a little, I think I just need to go home and sleep this off. I slowly exited the bathroom, making my way to the cupboard to put on some clothes. I found an old pair of loose shorts and a tight t-shirt. Seeing as my inner wear was still drying, I just slipped these on temporarily and looked at myself in the mirror again. My nipples were poking out from the fabric.
I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the living room, Dadi was sitting on the 3-seater couch in the hall. In front of him was a little table and 2 single seater rattan chairs. I kept quiet, making my way to the kitchen to have my meal. I could feel Dadi’s eyes watching my every move as I avoided looking at his face.
I grabbed the plate and sat at the living room table to eat. My mind still flooded with images of what just took place half an hour ago.
“Santosh Ji?”, I heard a voice call out from the porch.
“Arul! Come in come in.”
The living room wall was blocking my view of the main entrance. I remained at my seat, completing my meal. I could hear heavy rain drops hitting the ceramic tiled roof as it slowly started to pour again.
“Don’t stand in the rain Arul. Come inside.”
“Thank you, Santosh Ji.”, I heard the gruff voice reply. Much clearer now as the man had entered the hall and shut the door behind him. I went to the kitchen to clear my plate and wash up, I noticed Dadi still hasn’t touched his meal.
Muffled voices came from the hall as I heard the man chatting away with Dadi like they were old friends.
“Shanti Molu ...”, I heard Dadi call out, “Mol… come here …”.
I really wasn’t in the mood to meet anybody, especially after the hard fucking I had just received. I just wanted to go into the guest room and be by myself. But I was afraid of Dadi and what he might do to me.
I casually made my way from the kitchen to the hall. I saw a big figure seated on one of the rattan chairs opposite Dadi. He slowly came into view as I got closer. I stood beside Dadi, looking at this Mr Arul for the first time. He was a hefty man, even seated, you could tell he was about 6 feet tall, dark close to black skin tone, a massive protruding stomach sticking out from his neatly pressed formal shirt. He looked to be in his early 50’s, had on a thick gold chain and shiny gold rings with various precious stones on a few fingers. His thick greyish hair slimed backwards with a lot of hair product and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man looked like a gangster, I thought to myself
“Meet my friend Arul.”, Dadi said, his opened his arms, acknowledging me to hello to his friend. Mr Arul stood up, slowly lifting his big frame and reached out his right hand to me.
“Hi Uncle.”, I said, my face expressionless.
“Who is this beautiful young girl, Santosh Ji?”, Mr Arul inquired as I shook his hand. He held my hand for a little while, his thumb gently caressing the skin on the back of my hand. I saw his eye taking a quick glance at my protruding nipples over the tight shirt. He smelled of baby oil and cheap perfume.
“This is Shanti. She is my wife’s brother’s granddaughter, Arul”, Dadi replied.
“I see ...”, he let go of my hand and sat back on the chair, his eyes moving from my nipples down to my exposed thighs.
“I used to work with Arul here at the estate. He has now made it big in the city. A big-time producer and director.”, Dadi said with pride.
“No…No…Santosh Ji ...”, Mr Arul said, laughing slightly. “I rarely produce nowadays Santosh Ji. I am more focused on finding new… umm… talent.”, his eyes locked on to mine.
“What does that mean?”, Dadi inquired, a little bit of curiosity in his voice.
“The company I manage locate new young talents to star in our movies. Some of these people will start with modelling, maybe a few smaller roles in some movies … some even continue on to be stars in their own right. We manage them exclusively.”
“Interesting … Tell me more about this Arul …”, Dadi was leaning forward now. “Shanti, bring some drinks for Arul.”
Sigh. I honestly didn’t care about what this Mr Arul did, but Dadi seemed to be very interested. I just wanted to go home but it had started raining hard again. Seeing as my parents knew I was at Nani’s house, there was no urgency to come pick me up. Nani was probably stuck at her get together as well, unable to come home. I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of cold mango juice from the fridge, pouring it into two cups for the two men. I could hear more laughter coming from the hall.
I walked back into the hall, this time holding a little tray with the cups in it. I gently placed the cups on the table in the middle of Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel Mr Arul’s eyes looking at my thighs and legs. What a creep. I was just about to turn around and walk back into the living room.
“Have a seat here, Molu.”, I heard Dadi’s voice behind me.
**End of Part 6.**
Under the shower, I slid my fingers down between my pussy lips. Shit. It was so sore. I grabbed the shower head, placing it under my pussy, washing out whatever little bit of cum that might be in me. I was dead afraid of getting pregnant, that would mean the end of me.
The guilt I felt came from the fact that I had enjoyed the fucking I had received from my Dadi. Nani would be heartbroken if she ever found out. I felt like crying again but I caught hold of myself, I prayed this was just a one-time thing. Perhaps Dadi would let this incident go and we can move on like nothing ever happened.
I turned of the shower tap and slowly walked to the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My cheek was slightly swollen from where Dadi had slapped me just now. I gargled my mouth, trying to wash away the taste of his cum. I relaxed a little, I think I just need to go home and sleep this off. I slowly exited the bathroom, making my way to the cupboard to put on some clothes. I found an old pair of loose shorts and a tight t-shirt. Seeing as my inner wear was still drying, I just slipped these on temporarily and looked at myself in the mirror again. My nipples were poking out from the fabric.
I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the living room, Dadi was sitting on the 3-seater couch in the hall. In front of him was a little table and 2 single seater rattan chairs. I kept quiet, making my way to the kitchen to have my meal. I could feel Dadi’s eyes watching my every move as I avoided looking at his face.
I grabbed the plate and sat at the living room table to eat. My mind still flooded with images of what just took place half an hour ago.
“Santosh Ji?”, I heard a voice call out from the porch.
“Arul! Come in come in.”
The living room wall was blocking my view of the main entrance. I remained at my seat, completing my meal. I could hear heavy rain drops hitting the ceramic tiled roof as it slowly started to pour again.
“Don’t stand in the rain Arul. Come inside.”
“Thank you, Santosh Ji.”, I heard the gruff voice reply. Much clearer now as the man had entered the hall and shut the door behind him. I went to the kitchen to clear my plate and wash up, I noticed Dadi still hasn’t touched his meal.
Muffled voices came from the hall as I heard the man chatting away with Dadi like they were old friends.
“Shanti Molu ...”, I heard Dadi call out, “Mol… come here …”.
I really wasn’t in the mood to meet anybody, especially after the hard fucking I had just received. I just wanted to go into the guest room and be by myself. But I was afraid of Dadi and what he might do to me.
I casually made my way from the kitchen to the hall. I saw a big figure seated on one of the rattan chairs opposite Dadi. He slowly came into view as I got closer. I stood beside Dadi, looking at this Mr Arul for the first time. He was a hefty man, even seated, you could tell he was about 6 feet tall, dark close to black skin tone, a massive protruding stomach sticking out from his neatly pressed formal shirt. He looked to be in his early 50’s, had on a thick gold chain and shiny gold rings with various precious stones on a few fingers. His thick greyish hair slimed backwards with a lot of hair product and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man looked like a gangster, I thought to myself
“Meet my friend Arul.”, Dadi said, his opened his arms, acknowledging me to hello to his friend. Mr Arul stood up, slowly lifting his big frame and reached out his right hand to me.
“Hi Uncle.”, I said, my face expressionless.
“Who is this beautiful young girl, Santosh Ji?”, Mr Arul inquired as I shook his hand. He held my hand for a little while, his thumb gently caressing the skin on the back of my hand. I saw his eye taking a quick glance at my protruding nipples over the tight shirt. He smelled of baby oil and cheap perfume.
“This is Shanti. She is my wife’s brother’s granddaughter, Arul”, Dadi replied.
“I see ...”, he let go of my hand and sat back on the chair, his eyes moving from my nipples down to my exposed thighs.
“I used to work with Arul here at the estate. He has now made it big in the city. A big-time producer and director.”, Dadi said with pride.
“No…No…Santosh Ji ...”, Mr Arul said, laughing slightly. “I rarely produce nowadays Santosh Ji. I am more focused on finding new… umm… talent.”, his eyes locked on to mine.
“What does that mean?”, Dadi inquired, a little bit of curiosity in his voice.
“The company I manage locate new young talents to star in our movies. Some of these people will start with modelling, maybe a few smaller roles in some movies … some even continue on to be stars in their own right. We manage them exclusively.”
“Interesting … Tell me more about this Arul …”, Dadi was leaning forward now. “Shanti, bring some drinks for Arul.”
Sigh. I honestly didn’t care about what this Mr Arul did, but Dadi seemed to be very interested. I just wanted to go home but it had started raining hard again. Seeing as my parents knew I was at Nani’s house, there was no urgency to come pick me up. Nani was probably stuck at her get together as well, unable to come home. I walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of cold mango juice from the fridge, pouring it into two cups for the two men. I could hear more laughter coming from the hall.
I walked back into the hall, this time holding a little tray with the cups in it. I gently placed the cups on the table in the middle of Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel Mr Arul’s eyes looking at my thighs and legs. What a creep. I was just about to turn around and walk back into the living room.
“Have a seat here, Molu.”, I heard Dadi’s voice behind me.
**End of Part 6.**
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