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CHAPTER 18: BREAKING OPEN THE CAGE
I woke Meenu up slowly by 7 am. She was a bit dazed at first. She thought she was in a really wet dream. But one look at her body marked with the many names from the previous night made her relive the extreme night of debauchery she had experienced. She shivered at the currents flowing through her pussy. Her entire body was sore and so was her pussy. Looking up at her, she asked what the plan was. I simply replied that we got off the bus, walked to the SUV parked some 50 feet away and went back to Bangalore by tonight. She knew I was checking if what change she had experienced yesterday was still present in her. It was a public bus stand in our native place and we could be seen by any person, maybe friends or relatives who might be there despite being early in the day. One day ago, she would not even have entertained such a scenario. The girl who entered this bus yesterday night wearing a sweatshirt over churidar, the shy simpleton, got up without a word, wore her sandals and started walking towards the door without a stitch of clothing on her and we followed in her wake.
She met up with the crew who were waiting in the front cabin. She gave each of them a hug and a deep kiss thanking them all for their support. As they looked on in awe, she got down into the stand, shading her eye from the morning sun. She shouted at me from outside as to where the SUV was. I followed her outside and pointed at a vehicle, about 50-60 feet from us. She was already standing out in the open without a stitch of clothing. I got down and took her hand in mine. It was trembling. But she did not show it on her face. We started walking to the SUV and before any one created any problem, we got into the vehicle. I got into the driver seat while Govind was next to me. Pravin got into the back seat with Meenu and we drove off. All of us were thrilled to see Meenu act so brazenly and I looked at her through the rear-view mirror. I told her it was her Rebirth. She was no longer the shy girl who was scared of people and just wanted to be invisible. She was a sex goddess who was proud of her body and sexuality.
CHAPTER 19: THE PAYMENT IN ALL KINDS
Meenu was silent for the next half hour. She looked out of the window deep in thought and we all left her alone. After a while, she leaned back and said she was going to sleep for some time. She got a good nap for 2-3 hours before she woke up. It was close to 11 and we had just stopped at a roadside shop for tea and breakfast. She was in the vehicle while we three had got down and were sitting at a table. I thought that we would let her sleep and get her a parcel of something to eat when she woke up. So, when the door opened and Meenu stepped out on the footpath, we all were pleasantly shocked. The shop was run by a couple of uncles, in their 50s. They looked at her in silence and she walked into the shop and sat with us. I gave her a smile and asked her what she wanted. Meenu looked around and yawned. She called for the uncle and asked him what was available.
The uncle slowly approached us and told us they only had idli. She ordered one plate each and asked uncle if there was a toilet. Uncle pointed to a door on the back and said that there was a toilet at the back. Meenu thanked him and walked back into the door. She returned in a few min. She washed herself and seeing her walk into the hotel, completely naked and dripping water from her hair was a sight worthy of slow-motion. Her boobs bounced proudly as she walked up to us. She complained that she did not have anything to wipe herself with. Govind offered her his kerchief. Meenu smiled and said ‘What a gentleman’. The uncles never knew what hit them as we stayed there for almost an hour, eating, relaxing and talking as if there was nothing wrong. Those uncles continued to be in shock as we left after paying. Meenu was deliberately waving at them making her boobs sway. As we got into the car, she could see both uncles watching her drive off with tents in their pants.
She was still sore, but she knew she could handle it. She was full and ready and she was ready for sex. Pravin could not help himself looking at her beautiful boobs. He told me he was going to collect his payment in person. Meenu replied that he could use all the slots in her body. He could insert his card in and take out the full payment. We all had a hearty laugh and they began kissing in the back seat. Govind simply turned back and his eyes never left the scene. Being the boobs man that he is, Pravin attacked her boobs. She was enjoying his attention as Pravin knew all the right spots on her boob. She closed her eyes and let him enjoy it. He told her he wanted to titty fuck her. He asked me to stop the vehicle for a bit. As I stopped the vehicle, Pravin opened his door, got out of the vehicle and pulled a lever under the middle seat. This made the row of seats at the very back fold up and the middle row moved back. Now there was a big room in the middle and there was enough space to enjoy.
He got back into the car and we were off again. Meenu satisfied all his wishes along the journey, even displaying herself to a group of college students at his request. We stopped for lunch at a similar sort of out of the way restaurant. We had a repeat of the morning events. This time though there were 4-5 waiters, aged in the early 20s and the fat ugly looking owner, probably in his late 50s. Everyone watched as Meenu washed her face and boobs in the common washbasin. She walked back dripping. But this time, she walked over to the waiter assigned to our table, asking for a towel. He did not have any, so he offered her a box of tissues. She looked at it and smiling at him, taking one tissue at a time, wiped her boobs dry in front of him. He openly ogled at her soft jiggly boobs while she dried them. She thanked him for the tissue and walked back to our table. We had a hearty meal.
While paying our bills, the owner mustered up courage and asked her to her face if she was a Prostitute and how much was her price. Meenu normally would have been offended by such a question. But now she just looked back into his eyes saying he could never afford her price. She turned back on him, walked over to our waiter and pulled his head to her giving him a deep smooch right in front of everyone. The poor waiter dropped the jug in his hand, spilling water everywhere. Meenu broke the kiss, looked back at the owner and put the guy’s trembling hands on her boobs. In view of the entire hotel, she allowed the guy to fondle her boobs for a good 30 secs. The owner had a look of utter disbelief on his face which made her very happy and satisfied. As a finishing move, she held his index finger and dipped it into her pussy. She lifted it up to her mouth and took the finger into her mouth. She sucked the finger for another 30 seconds, mouthed thankyou and just walked out of the hotel without looking back. We had the SUV door open and as soon as she got on and closed the door, we drove away.
We all burst into laughter and I told Meenu, that this was the confidence I wanted to see in her. She was always capable of being this person. She just needed to let the genie out. Meenu agreed that she felt much lighter inside and she need not be bogged down by any more rules. We all agreed. The rest of the journey was exactly what I expected. Meenu stayed naked. Pravin and Govind took turns with her and she did not deny them anything. She was seen by so many people that day. She never tried to cover up. She even waved to a couple of bikers who were driving by us while she was bouncing on Govind’s cock.
By the time we reached Bangalore, around 5 pm, Pravin and Govind had given her a good workout. I parked at Pravin’s travel agency. We got out and told our goodbyes. Meenu gave them both a deep kiss and climbed into our car. No one saw her as it was reasonably shielded from the main road.
Meenu stayed naked as we drove to her PG. We reached Meenu’s home which was actually a Paying Guest Accommodation. It was at the end of a residential street, a single floored, nondescript building. The owners stayed on the ground floor while Meenu and another girl stayed on the topmost floor, which were basically rooms on the roof. I parked on the street right outside the PG building. They don’t allow guys to go into the building as a rule. Seeing herself back in familiar conditions, she started to have second thoughts. She looked at me to confirm whether I needed her to go up naked. I gave her a smile and told her the most I can allow is the sweatshirt. But she could not zip it up. She steeled herself and wore the sweatshirt and got out of the car. As she got out of the car, her boobs were out in the open as they could never be contained in the sweatshirt without the zipper. Once she got out, I called her back and leaned in for a kiss. She turned and leaned back into the car and gave me a kiss with her ass on display. I tried to make her stay more but she smiled and hit me playfully. She walked into her PG. Already a few neighbouring uncles had spotted something odd about her. She quickly began climbing the stairs of her PG. I got out of my car and followed her up. Guess it was rule breaking day for me too. She wanted to stop me and tell me I’m not allowed, but since ppl were already starting to notice her nakedness, she climbed the stairs quickly.
CHAPTER 20: THE ARCHANGEL OF SEX
The owner was a mid-50s guy, a typical middle-class uncle. When he saw me go up to her room, he thought he shouldn’t allow this and as his wife was out shopping, he decided to come up and give Meenu a warning. When he reached the roof, the sight she saw almost gave him a heart-attack. Meenu was holding on the railing facing the street, being fucked brutally by my 12-inch cock. She was wearing only a sweatshirt. Her face and body were marked with something written in ink and this guy was holding onto her hips, thrusting deeply into her ass. With every stroke, her boobs used to bounce and hit the railing with a soft clang and the owner could see her ass flesh and thighs undulating rapidly. With her loud moans added to the mix, the entire street could hear her getting drilled in the open air.
The owner lost his voice for a good minute. He simply stood staring at them from the stairs for close to a minute before he snapped out of it. He walked towards me trying to be threatening, shouting at me ‘what the hell are you doing’. I looked at him. He seemed to shrink under my stare. I simply turned Meenu towards him and asked her to reply. She looked up at the owner. This man had been like a relative and had helped her when she was new in Bangalore. She looked him in the eye and said, “I’m Getting Fucked in the Ass Uncle. My master is using my Ass ”. The owner was confused. The sight of his busty tenant, whom he had secretly lusted, getting so roughly fucked was turning him on.
When he first saw her, he did not think much of her. She looked pretty inconspicuous. But seeing her bra hanging on the clothesline the next day, had triggered filthy thoughts in his mind. Many times, in the guise of helping her, he had caught glimpses of her cleavage or her dressed in pyjamas. Many nights he had masturbated to his fantasies of her. Never in his dreams he had expected the sight in front of him. But he also wanted to make them stop this lewd activity. People were beginning to notice and neighbours might be watching already. He would lose his respect in the society if people caught him watching her. She seemed to have zoned out by the slow, hard drilling through.
THAPP!! THAPP!! THAPPP!!!
A slow rhythmic smacking of their bodies. And her moaning was also getting higher with every stroke and everyone around was beginning to notice. The owner tried one last time and weakly told Meenu to stop this nonsense. She was like a daughter and he could not see her like this. He even threatened her that he would have to call her parents. Meenu slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She looked into his eyes and saw that in spite of all his claims, he had the same lust everyone had for her body. He could not look away from her bountiful boobs jerking around and there was drool at the corners of his mouth.
She realised that this is why master had not fucked her all night yesterday. It's the reason why I came up to her room today. I would know that she needed a final push when it really mattered. All her Master wanted was to release her from these last few unnecessary bonds. She realised again the power she could have over others. The uncles at breakfast hotel, the waiters, the crew of the bus travel, the security officerman Raghavan, Govind and Pravin and now her house owner, everyone was controlled by her body. They began respecting and following her when she transformed into the confident sexy person who believed in herself. Her sex, her body and her needs were the only thing that mattered. And the man fucking her ass right now was the best thing in her life. Her master was right all along.
The man who was almost her father’s age was standing in front of her with a little tent in his dhoti and was drooling, as he watched her boobs as they bounced around. He told he was like her father, but inside all he was, was a perverted house owner. His mouth was open and he did not know what to do. She reached out to him, put her hand inside his dhoti and got hold of his dick. I was a short, thin, pathetic 3-inch cock. She looked at him and spoke, ‘don’t worry sir. I will take care of everything’. She then watched as his eyes rolled back into his head as she pulled the owner's cock towards her mouth.
I looked in pride at my Meenu. Behaving like a perfect slut. She is now ready for all my plans.
My Ultimate Archangel of sex.
P.S: The owner cock shivered and gave a tiny spurt of cum before his cock even got near her mouth.
I woke Meenu up slowly by 7 am. She was a bit dazed at first. She thought she was in a really wet dream. But one look at her body marked with the many names from the previous night made her relive the extreme night of debauchery she had experienced. She shivered at the currents flowing through her pussy. Her entire body was sore and so was her pussy. Looking up at her, she asked what the plan was. I simply replied that we got off the bus, walked to the SUV parked some 50 feet away and went back to Bangalore by tonight. She knew I was checking if what change she had experienced yesterday was still present in her. It was a public bus stand in our native place and we could be seen by any person, maybe friends or relatives who might be there despite being early in the day. One day ago, she would not even have entertained such a scenario. The girl who entered this bus yesterday night wearing a sweatshirt over churidar, the shy simpleton, got up without a word, wore her sandals and started walking towards the door without a stitch of clothing on her and we followed in her wake.
She met up with the crew who were waiting in the front cabin. She gave each of them a hug and a deep kiss thanking them all for their support. As they looked on in awe, she got down into the stand, shading her eye from the morning sun. She shouted at me from outside as to where the SUV was. I followed her outside and pointed at a vehicle, about 50-60 feet from us. She was already standing out in the open without a stitch of clothing. I got down and took her hand in mine. It was trembling. But she did not show it on her face. We started walking to the SUV and before any one created any problem, we got into the vehicle. I got into the driver seat while Govind was next to me. Pravin got into the back seat with Meenu and we drove off. All of us were thrilled to see Meenu act so brazenly and I looked at her through the rear-view mirror. I told her it was her Rebirth. She was no longer the shy girl who was scared of people and just wanted to be invisible. She was a sex goddess who was proud of her body and sexuality.
CHAPTER 19: THE PAYMENT IN ALL KINDS
Meenu was silent for the next half hour. She looked out of the window deep in thought and we all left her alone. After a while, she leaned back and said she was going to sleep for some time. She got a good nap for 2-3 hours before she woke up. It was close to 11 and we had just stopped at a roadside shop for tea and breakfast. She was in the vehicle while we three had got down and were sitting at a table. I thought that we would let her sleep and get her a parcel of something to eat when she woke up. So, when the door opened and Meenu stepped out on the footpath, we all were pleasantly shocked. The shop was run by a couple of uncles, in their 50s. They looked at her in silence and she walked into the shop and sat with us. I gave her a smile and asked her what she wanted. Meenu looked around and yawned. She called for the uncle and asked him what was available.
The uncle slowly approached us and told us they only had idli. She ordered one plate each and asked uncle if there was a toilet. Uncle pointed to a door on the back and said that there was a toilet at the back. Meenu thanked him and walked back into the door. She returned in a few min. She washed herself and seeing her walk into the hotel, completely naked and dripping water from her hair was a sight worthy of slow-motion. Her boobs bounced proudly as she walked up to us. She complained that she did not have anything to wipe herself with. Govind offered her his kerchief. Meenu smiled and said ‘What a gentleman’. The uncles never knew what hit them as we stayed there for almost an hour, eating, relaxing and talking as if there was nothing wrong. Those uncles continued to be in shock as we left after paying. Meenu was deliberately waving at them making her boobs sway. As we got into the car, she could see both uncles watching her drive off with tents in their pants.
She was still sore, but she knew she could handle it. She was full and ready and she was ready for sex. Pravin could not help himself looking at her beautiful boobs. He told me he was going to collect his payment in person. Meenu replied that he could use all the slots in her body. He could insert his card in and take out the full payment. We all had a hearty laugh and they began kissing in the back seat. Govind simply turned back and his eyes never left the scene. Being the boobs man that he is, Pravin attacked her boobs. She was enjoying his attention as Pravin knew all the right spots on her boob. She closed her eyes and let him enjoy it. He told her he wanted to titty fuck her. He asked me to stop the vehicle for a bit. As I stopped the vehicle, Pravin opened his door, got out of the vehicle and pulled a lever under the middle seat. This made the row of seats at the very back fold up and the middle row moved back. Now there was a big room in the middle and there was enough space to enjoy.
He got back into the car and we were off again. Meenu satisfied all his wishes along the journey, even displaying herself to a group of college students at his request. We stopped for lunch at a similar sort of out of the way restaurant. We had a repeat of the morning events. This time though there were 4-5 waiters, aged in the early 20s and the fat ugly looking owner, probably in his late 50s. Everyone watched as Meenu washed her face and boobs in the common washbasin. She walked back dripping. But this time, she walked over to the waiter assigned to our table, asking for a towel. He did not have any, so he offered her a box of tissues. She looked at it and smiling at him, taking one tissue at a time, wiped her boobs dry in front of him. He openly ogled at her soft jiggly boobs while she dried them. She thanked him for the tissue and walked back to our table. We had a hearty meal.
While paying our bills, the owner mustered up courage and asked her to her face if she was a Prostitute and how much was her price. Meenu normally would have been offended by such a question. But now she just looked back into his eyes saying he could never afford her price. She turned back on him, walked over to our waiter and pulled his head to her giving him a deep smooch right in front of everyone. The poor waiter dropped the jug in his hand, spilling water everywhere. Meenu broke the kiss, looked back at the owner and put the guy’s trembling hands on her boobs. In view of the entire hotel, she allowed the guy to fondle her boobs for a good 30 secs. The owner had a look of utter disbelief on his face which made her very happy and satisfied. As a finishing move, she held his index finger and dipped it into her pussy. She lifted it up to her mouth and took the finger into her mouth. She sucked the finger for another 30 seconds, mouthed thankyou and just walked out of the hotel without looking back. We had the SUV door open and as soon as she got on and closed the door, we drove away.
We all burst into laughter and I told Meenu, that this was the confidence I wanted to see in her. She was always capable of being this person. She just needed to let the genie out. Meenu agreed that she felt much lighter inside and she need not be bogged down by any more rules. We all agreed. The rest of the journey was exactly what I expected. Meenu stayed naked. Pravin and Govind took turns with her and she did not deny them anything. She was seen by so many people that day. She never tried to cover up. She even waved to a couple of bikers who were driving by us while she was bouncing on Govind’s cock.
By the time we reached Bangalore, around 5 pm, Pravin and Govind had given her a good workout. I parked at Pravin’s travel agency. We got out and told our goodbyes. Meenu gave them both a deep kiss and climbed into our car. No one saw her as it was reasonably shielded from the main road.
Meenu stayed naked as we drove to her PG. We reached Meenu’s home which was actually a Paying Guest Accommodation. It was at the end of a residential street, a single floored, nondescript building. The owners stayed on the ground floor while Meenu and another girl stayed on the topmost floor, which were basically rooms on the roof. I parked on the street right outside the PG building. They don’t allow guys to go into the building as a rule. Seeing herself back in familiar conditions, she started to have second thoughts. She looked at me to confirm whether I needed her to go up naked. I gave her a smile and told her the most I can allow is the sweatshirt. But she could not zip it up. She steeled herself and wore the sweatshirt and got out of the car. As she got out of the car, her boobs were out in the open as they could never be contained in the sweatshirt without the zipper. Once she got out, I called her back and leaned in for a kiss. She turned and leaned back into the car and gave me a kiss with her ass on display. I tried to make her stay more but she smiled and hit me playfully. She walked into her PG. Already a few neighbouring uncles had spotted something odd about her. She quickly began climbing the stairs of her PG. I got out of my car and followed her up. Guess it was rule breaking day for me too. She wanted to stop me and tell me I’m not allowed, but since ppl were already starting to notice her nakedness, she climbed the stairs quickly.
CHAPTER 20: THE ARCHANGEL OF SEX
The owner was a mid-50s guy, a typical middle-class uncle. When he saw me go up to her room, he thought he shouldn’t allow this and as his wife was out shopping, he decided to come up and give Meenu a warning. When he reached the roof, the sight she saw almost gave him a heart-attack. Meenu was holding on the railing facing the street, being fucked brutally by my 12-inch cock. She was wearing only a sweatshirt. Her face and body were marked with something written in ink and this guy was holding onto her hips, thrusting deeply into her ass. With every stroke, her boobs used to bounce and hit the railing with a soft clang and the owner could see her ass flesh and thighs undulating rapidly. With her loud moans added to the mix, the entire street could hear her getting drilled in the open air.
The owner lost his voice for a good minute. He simply stood staring at them from the stairs for close to a minute before he snapped out of it. He walked towards me trying to be threatening, shouting at me ‘what the hell are you doing’. I looked at him. He seemed to shrink under my stare. I simply turned Meenu towards him and asked her to reply. She looked up at the owner. This man had been like a relative and had helped her when she was new in Bangalore. She looked him in the eye and said, “I’m Getting Fucked in the Ass Uncle. My master is using my Ass ”. The owner was confused. The sight of his busty tenant, whom he had secretly lusted, getting so roughly fucked was turning him on.
When he first saw her, he did not think much of her. She looked pretty inconspicuous. But seeing her bra hanging on the clothesline the next day, had triggered filthy thoughts in his mind. Many times, in the guise of helping her, he had caught glimpses of her cleavage or her dressed in pyjamas. Many nights he had masturbated to his fantasies of her. Never in his dreams he had expected the sight in front of him. But he also wanted to make them stop this lewd activity. People were beginning to notice and neighbours might be watching already. He would lose his respect in the society if people caught him watching her. She seemed to have zoned out by the slow, hard drilling through.
THAPP!! THAPP!! THAPPP!!!
A slow rhythmic smacking of their bodies. And her moaning was also getting higher with every stroke and everyone around was beginning to notice. The owner tried one last time and weakly told Meenu to stop this nonsense. She was like a daughter and he could not see her like this. He even threatened her that he would have to call her parents. Meenu slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She looked into his eyes and saw that in spite of all his claims, he had the same lust everyone had for her body. He could not look away from her bountiful boobs jerking around and there was drool at the corners of his mouth.
She realised that this is why master had not fucked her all night yesterday. It's the reason why I came up to her room today. I would know that she needed a final push when it really mattered. All her Master wanted was to release her from these last few unnecessary bonds. She realised again the power she could have over others. The uncles at breakfast hotel, the waiters, the crew of the bus travel, the security officerman Raghavan, Govind and Pravin and now her house owner, everyone was controlled by her body. They began respecting and following her when she transformed into the confident sexy person who believed in herself. Her sex, her body and her needs were the only thing that mattered. And the man fucking her ass right now was the best thing in her life. Her master was right all along.
The man who was almost her father’s age was standing in front of her with a little tent in his dhoti and was drooling, as he watched her boobs as they bounced around. He told he was like her father, but inside all he was, was a perverted house owner. His mouth was open and he did not know what to do. She reached out to him, put her hand inside his dhoti and got hold of his dick. I was a short, thin, pathetic 3-inch cock. She looked at him and spoke, ‘don’t worry sir. I will take care of everything’. She then watched as his eyes rolled back into his head as she pulled the owner's cock towards her mouth.
I looked in pride at my Meenu. Behaving like a perfect slut. She is now ready for all my plans.
My Ultimate Archangel of sex.
The End.
P.S: The owner cock shivered and gave a tiny spurt of cum before his cock even got near her mouth.
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