17-02-2023, 10:00 PM
A full week passed as Mansi kept checking her phone to see if Dutt was summoning her. She felt very conflicted about her feelings. Did she want him to call her again just so she could make more money? Or was she craving more sex? And if it was about sex, what would he expect her to do next? She had felt revolted at the blowjob initially. But by the end of it, she found herself coming to terms with it. She even did some online searches to watch a few porn videos with blowjobs. In them, the women seemed to enjoy it a lot. Maybe she would too, eventually.
On Dutt's side, the delay in summoning her wasn't a tactic this time. He truly was busy with a lot of work. He longed to bang his latest conquest again. he was also keen on pushing her boundaries further. The car blowjob had been a whim. But if he planned carefully, he could lead her even more down the path and relish her body fully.
Mansi finally got a text the following week. She was overjoyed, because she was feeling horny. Even Amar hadn't tried to make love to her in recent days. She had been satisfying herself with her phone masturbation, but having gone all the way with Dutt, she craved the real thing more. With the small dress in her purse, dressed in a simple sari, she went downstairs at the designated time.
Once again, the car was empty. Once again, she was taken to a hotel. But this time, it wasn't Reena aunty's hotel. It was a different one and was in Bandra. Even posher. She stared at the decorations as she took the lift up to the room Dutt had texted her.
Mansi knocked on the door. An unfamiliar face opened the door.
"You must be Mansi." the face smiled.
"Yes."
"Please come in. Navin is on a call."
This experience was getting all too common for Mansi. She would knock on the door, and someone she didn't know would open and usher her in. She walked to the living area and sat down in her familiar old single love seat, with her purse in her hands. She saw Dutt on the phone across the room, talking busily. He absent-mindedly waved at her.
"Hot and humid, right?" the man asked as she wiped her sweat.
"Yes." she said politely, looking at him. He was an old man, roughly the same age as Duttsahab as far as she could tell. But he was short and wiry, with a thick head of hair. And he was dressed in jeans and a plain tshirt.
"Can I get you something to drink? Water, coke, juice,...whiskey?" he asked.
"Water is fine, thank you." she said.
The old man went to the fridge and fetched her a glass of water. As she drank it, he smiled, and looked at her.
"Navin will be done soon." he said. "My name is Bhaskar, by the way. You live in Mumbai?"
"Yes." she said.
"Terrible weather. Although I live in Delhi and our weather isn't a lot better. At least Mumbai doesn't have real winter." he laughed.
"That's one thing I don't miss about Meerut. The winter." she said.
"Oh, you are from Meerut? How nice."
And the small talk continued that way for a while. Weather, cities, some personal background, and so on, the way it would go for any two people meeting for the first time. Mansi was annoyed that Duttsahab had made her drop everything and rush over, but then he was busy on the phone while some random ugly old man was chatting with her. She was always polite and nice towards elders so she talked with Bhaskar for a while, occasionally glancing at Duttsahab. But as their conversation progressed, she felt a little awkward. Although Bhaskar had started off being very polite and formal, she got the feeling that he was staring at her a little to much.
Finally, Dutt's call ended. He walked over towards them.
"Hello, Mansi. I see you have met my old friend Bhaskar. He and I have been friends since our childhood." he said, sitting across from her.
"Yes, he told me." she nodded.
There was silence for a while. Bhaskar smiled at her and then at Dutt.
"I have to get going soon." Mansi said, hoping that it would be a hint that maybe Dutt should get rid of his friend so they could get on with what she was there for.
"What's the hurry?" Dutt calmly said. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, it's fine." she said trying to signal to him with a subtle facial gesture what she wanted.
"Why don't you change into that dress I sent you?" Dutt said, and she almost fell off the couch in shock.
"Now?" she said, now not even trying to hide the fact that she was hinting at Bhaskar's presence. She was surprised that he expected her to walk around in that short dress in front of his friend.
Dutt started laughing and said,
"Don't worry about Bhaskar. Like I said, he is an old friend. And besides, he knows about us. So no need to be coy."
On Dutt's side, the delay in summoning her wasn't a tactic this time. He truly was busy with a lot of work. He longed to bang his latest conquest again. he was also keen on pushing her boundaries further. The car blowjob had been a whim. But if he planned carefully, he could lead her even more down the path and relish her body fully.
Mansi finally got a text the following week. She was overjoyed, because she was feeling horny. Even Amar hadn't tried to make love to her in recent days. She had been satisfying herself with her phone masturbation, but having gone all the way with Dutt, she craved the real thing more. With the small dress in her purse, dressed in a simple sari, she went downstairs at the designated time.
Once again, the car was empty. Once again, she was taken to a hotel. But this time, it wasn't Reena aunty's hotel. It was a different one and was in Bandra. Even posher. She stared at the decorations as she took the lift up to the room Dutt had texted her.
Mansi knocked on the door. An unfamiliar face opened the door.
"You must be Mansi." the face smiled.
"Yes."
"Please come in. Navin is on a call."
This experience was getting all too common for Mansi. She would knock on the door, and someone she didn't know would open and usher her in. She walked to the living area and sat down in her familiar old single love seat, with her purse in her hands. She saw Dutt on the phone across the room, talking busily. He absent-mindedly waved at her.
"Hot and humid, right?" the man asked as she wiped her sweat.
"Yes." she said politely, looking at him. He was an old man, roughly the same age as Duttsahab as far as she could tell. But he was short and wiry, with a thick head of hair. And he was dressed in jeans and a plain tshirt.
"Can I get you something to drink? Water, coke, juice,...whiskey?" he asked.
"Water is fine, thank you." she said.
The old man went to the fridge and fetched her a glass of water. As she drank it, he smiled, and looked at her.
"Navin will be done soon." he said. "My name is Bhaskar, by the way. You live in Mumbai?"
"Yes." she said.
"Terrible weather. Although I live in Delhi and our weather isn't a lot better. At least Mumbai doesn't have real winter." he laughed.
"That's one thing I don't miss about Meerut. The winter." she said.
"Oh, you are from Meerut? How nice."
And the small talk continued that way for a while. Weather, cities, some personal background, and so on, the way it would go for any two people meeting for the first time. Mansi was annoyed that Duttsahab had made her drop everything and rush over, but then he was busy on the phone while some random ugly old man was chatting with her. She was always polite and nice towards elders so she talked with Bhaskar for a while, occasionally glancing at Duttsahab. But as their conversation progressed, she felt a little awkward. Although Bhaskar had started off being very polite and formal, she got the feeling that he was staring at her a little to much.
Finally, Dutt's call ended. He walked over towards them.
"Hello, Mansi. I see you have met my old friend Bhaskar. He and I have been friends since our childhood." he said, sitting across from her.
"Yes, he told me." she nodded.
There was silence for a while. Bhaskar smiled at her and then at Dutt.
"I have to get going soon." Mansi said, hoping that it would be a hint that maybe Dutt should get rid of his friend so they could get on with what she was there for.
"What's the hurry?" Dutt calmly said. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, it's fine." she said trying to signal to him with a subtle facial gesture what she wanted.
"Why don't you change into that dress I sent you?" Dutt said, and she almost fell off the couch in shock.
"Now?" she said, now not even trying to hide the fact that she was hinting at Bhaskar's presence. She was surprised that he expected her to walk around in that short dress in front of his friend.
Dutt started laughing and said,
"Don't worry about Bhaskar. Like I said, he is an old friend. And besides, he knows about us. So no need to be coy."
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