03-01-2025, 07:14 PM
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A low groan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the intoxicating scent of Jaya’s panties filled my senses. "Aarrgghh," I moaned involuntarily, the sound echoing in the small, confined space of the bathroom.
My pleasure was short-lived. A sharp rap sounded on the bathroom door, followed by Jaya’s voice, laced with concern. "Rajeev? Are you alright in there? I heard a noise."
Shock jolted me back to reality. I had almost been caught, red-handed, indulging in a behavior I knew was inappropriate, bordering on perverse. I quickly composed myself, trying to mask my panic.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Just… slipped. Everything is okay.”
My hasty attempt to regain my composure had created a new problem. In my panic, I'd managed to spill some of my cum onto Jaya's panties.
I hadn't realized it at first, but the telltale white cum was now stark against the dark fabric. My mind raced; how could I possibly clean this up?
A wave of embarrassment washed over me. I couldn't just leave them like this. A desperate solution formed in my mind. I would attempt to rub the stain away; I started rubbing the panties together, hoping to at least partially remove the evidence of my naughty behavior.
Shivering with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal, I exited the bathroom. Jaya was standing just outside, holding a pair of pajamas.
My semi-hard penis, still wrapped in a towel, was partially visible, and I could see Jaya staring at it for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.
"Here you go," she said, her voice calm and even, handing me the pajamas. "Make yourself comfortable. Rahul’s room is just down the hall."
"Thank you," I mumbled, accepting the pajamas. They smelled faintly of laundry detergent, a clean, fresh scent that felt oddly comforting after the intense experience in the bathroom.
The pajamas were clearly Rahul’s; they were slightly too big for me, Rahul was slightly fatter in body so that's why.
Before I could leave, I remembered I had wanted to play a video game. “Um, Aunty,” I began, “could I possibly borrow your phone for a little while? I'd like to play a game before bed.”
Jaya looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. A moment of hesitation flickered across her face, and a brief internal struggle seemed to play out on her features.
She appeared to be considering the implications of lending her phone to me. However, she quickly recovered her composure and smiled gently. "Of course," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I'll get it for you."
She headed to her room, I watched as her fat ass bounced up and down then returning shortly with her phone. "Here you are," she said, handing it to me.
Her smile was friendly, but there was also something else in her eyes, a hint of intrigue that I couldn't quite decipher. Was she hiding something?
"Thanks," I said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Rajeev, don't play for long" she replied softly. Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment before she turned and went into her own room.
I locked myself in Rahul’s room, the feeling of intense embarrassment still clinging to me. The incident in the bathroom replayed repeatedly in my mind.
But a peculiar thought surfaced on my head that if Rahul could watch his own mother engaged in an intimate relationship with his dad's boss, why couldn't I, in my own way, explore my own curiosities?
The question, unsettling as it was, somehow justified my actions. It was a flawed attempt at rationalization, but it helped ease the guilt.
I decided to call my mother, to ask about Dad’s condition. When I dialed her number, there was a slight pause before she answered, and I heard a muffled "shhh."
Then her voice came through, slightly breathless, a little hesitant. "Uummh… heii… Rajeev… how are you?" Her tone was unusually nervous, and I could almost sense her rapid breathing. I asked her about my dad.
"Yes, he is doing fine," she said quickly. "He started his medication."
"Where is Sir Suresh?" I asked, wanting to check in on him, too. "I wanted to speak to him."
A small, tense pause followed. "Mom, are you there?" I asked, my concern growing.
"Ooh yes, he is… well… he went… I am here… with… y… your dad," she stammered, her voice even more strained than before. It was clear she was lying. It didn't sound like she was in the hospital.
"Where did Sir Suresh go?" I pressed gently, trying not to sound accusatory.
There was another pause, this time a bit longer. I heard indistinct sounds in the background, faint chatter that I couldn’t quite make out.
Mom rushed to speak. "Umm Rajeev, go to sleep, okay? It’s late now. It’s midnight." Her sudden insistence to end the call struck me as odd; she seemed eager to abruptly end the conversation.
"Mom, where are you? Are you at the hospital?" I persisted, my suspicion growing.
Her reply was hesitant, her breathing heavy. "No… yes… well… yy… n… yes, I am in the hospital. I… I also want to take a nap now." Her voice lacked conviction; something felt very wrong. It didn’t sound like she was in the hospital at all.
"Mom…" I started, but she cut me off. "Rajeev, please, go to sleep now. It’s late beta. I’m tired.” She hung up abruptly.
The call left me with a storm of unanswered questions. Why was her breathing so fast? Where was she? Her voice was full of lies and hesitation. Although I wanted to believe she was in the hospital, something told me that wasn't the case.
I decided to occupy myself with the video games on Jaya's phone, hoping to distract myself from my worries. Rahul’s room was awesome, a haven for a serious gamer; posters of superheroes adorned the walls and shelves crammed with video games hinted at many hours
Around 2:00 AM, I yawned, feeling the pull of sleep. I placed Jaya's phone on the desk, opened the door, and headed towards the bathroom, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening and the unanswered questions that swirled within me
After relieving myself, I paused, my gaze falling upon Jaya’s unused panties still lying on the bathroom floor. A strange, unsettling smile crept across my face; a smile of morbid fascination, a dark amusement at the unfolding situation.
Exiting the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen in search of water. The thirst was minor, but it gave me an excuse to move away from the bathroom's unsettling reminders.
As I returned to the hallway, however, a new set of sounds reached my ears moans, soft gasps, and the rhythmic thuds of two bodies entwined. The sounds emanated from Jaya’s room.
My heart pounded in my chest. It was clear what was happening. Jaya was with someone, and someone is fucking her. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans; low, guttural sounds that spoke of intense pleasure and a hint of pain.
They were the sounds of a woman fully surrendering to physical passion. The moans were punctuated by rhythmic clapping sounds, the distinct thap-thap-thap of bodies moving together.
Jaya’s moans were drawn out, almost a cry of ecstasy, "Aaahhhh…" She was truly lost in the moment.
As the sounds intensified, I noticed something else a pair of shoes by the front door, shoes I hadn't seen before. They were a man's shoes, expensive-looking, polished leather, hinting at wealth and status.
Someone had come to visit, and it wasn't someone I recognized. The sounds from Jaya’s room were growing louder now. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain, a symphony of raw emotion.
The sounds escalated. She was clearly in the midst of an intense sexual encounter.
A wave of morbid curiosity washed over me, pulling me towards the closed door of Jaya’s bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs.
Could this be Mr. Kapoor? I remembered Rahul mentioning, in hushed tones, that he had occasionally witnessed his mother being fucked by his dad's boss. Could his dad's boss actually be Mr Kapoor?
As I crept closer to Jaya’s bedroom, the moans intensified, becoming almost primal in their urgency. I pressed my ear against the door, my breath held captive in my chest. Through the wooden barrier, Jaya’s moans were loud and clear; a torrent of sounds that painted a vivid picture of intense physical intimacy.
"Aaahhhh… please… aaahhhh… no… apply some oil… Arjun… aaahhhh… don't push harder, please… it’s tight… why are you not listening… ouch… ouch… ouch… wait… wait… wait…" The sounds were punctuated by the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of bodies moving together.
Arjun? Was this Mr. Kapoor? Was that really his name? The boss of Rahul's father? The man Rahul's mom had secretly been involved with? My heart pounded, each beat echoing the urgency of the sounds emanating from the other side of the door.
Jaya’s moans continued, escalating in intensity, the sounds bordering on a cry of pain. I continued to listen, my breath held captive in my chest. “Aaah… nooo… please… it’s too big tonight…why does your dick grow each night?.....ooohhhhhhhhh please wait for moment.… ooohh… nooo… oucccchhh!”
Then, I heard a man's voice, deep and resonant, a voice that resonated with confident authority. The voice was unmistakably male, commanding and demanding.
This was no longer just a woman’s cries of passion; it was now a dialogue, a dynamic interplay of commands and pleas.
“Spread it, Jaya, don't be stupid, or else it will pain… yess… yes… open it wider… wider.....or I will slap you… stop pushing out… relax… keep spreading….... keep breathing... Jaya why are you pushing it out, you stupid bitch....."
I was shocked to hear how he was using abusive language on Jaya. It momentarily gave me a hint on this person's character.
This mysterious man, apparently named Arjun continued telling Jaya, "stop pushing it out....relax as I push in.......I need you to breathe and let me do this.....just a bit longer....my dick was in this hole before... why are you acting up whore! You're doing great! Almost there..... now it's already in,,,, you need to relax...don't tell me what to do bitch”
This was followed by jaya's screams "aaaaaaahhh Arrrjuunnn aahhh I can't believe you pushed all in aaahhh wait noooo aahh it's hurting aaahhhhh.....wait ahhh remove it...no please....."
The man’s voice was aggressive, yet laced with a command, his words laced with authority and experienced expertise.
Confusion overwhelmed me. I was desperate to see what was happening, but there was no way to discreetly peek into the room. I decided to simply continue listening. I had no choice.
"Ooohh… aaauuuu… Arjunnn… ooooo… please… remove it… aaahhhh… wait… wait… aaaaooohhh… noooo…. I will faint" Jaya’s voice was laced with pain and desperate pleas. Her cries seemed to indicate that whatever Arjun was doing, it wasn't fitting comfortably inside her.
"Hahaha! Fainting? If you faint, it will be even better because I will force it in more deeper", Arjun said.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was real. Jaya, Rahul’s mother, was having a secret affair, and it was with her husband's boss, Mr. Kapoor. I know this is not knew to me because Rahul already told me about it.
This was just a confirmation to me.
Now I confirmed reality, Rahul was telling me the truth. I suddenly understood why Rahul's father had been transferred. It was a calculated move by Mr. Kapoor, a way to clear the path for his secretive moves to have an affair with Jaya similar to how Sir Suresh did to my dad.
Jaya’s pleas continued, her voice growing weaker.
"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much… please be gentle…"
"Relax, Jaya… just relax… aah this hole is so warm wow, I don't know what you ate but it feels warmer today oohh…..and stop screaming...you are bothering me you whore!" Arjun's voice was soothing, almost comforting, but his words lacked genuine tenderness.
His voice held a hint of something else. It sounded like impatience and a desire to simply get the act over with.
"I… I can’t… it’s… too big… please…" Jaya cried, her voice barely audible above the other sounds.
The sounds continued; gasps, moans, and the rhythmic thumping and also the bed was shaking. The encounter seemed to be reaching its climax. I was frozen, unable to move, caught between disbelief and a strange, unsettling fascination.
Friends, I asked myself why is my life all of sudden enshrined in sexual interplays? Was this a way of life introducing me to a life of sex. Because I earlier said that my role model was Sir Suresh.
I wanted to be like him. The fun of fucking other men's wives.
I was witnessing a scene that had gone beyond the realm of sex. It was far more intimate and explicit than any encounter I had ever imagined. This was raw, undeniable reality.
"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much…"
"Just relax bitch how many times am I going to tell you, Jaya. You're making this harder than it needs to be."
"I… I can’t… it’s… but darling it's too big…"
"Stop squirming! You're going to ruin it. It's already deep inside, stop acting up you slut, if your husband doesn't treat you like I do then he is a whore too, I am not like him, I do things my way... so shut up whore!"
"Aaahhhh! aahhh Arrjuunn aaahh eeeeeiiiiiii ooohhhhhhh sshhhh slowly slowly aahhhhhh!"
"Damn it, Jaya! Be still, stop moving around....if I push forward, I want you to push back....stupid bitch!..learn how to fuck follow my order or else I will force it in deeper"
"Aaahhhh! Please… stop…"
"This is ridiculous. You're making me lose my patience."
"Aaahhhh! No… more…my love..my love Arjun....aahh no more baby... aahhhhh"
"Shut up! Just… enjoy it…"
"Aaahhhh!"
I slipped my dick from my pajamas, Rahul's pajamas precisely which I was wearing, the dampness clinging to my palm a stark contrast to the rising heat in my ears.
The sounds from Jaya's room were jarring – a high-pitched, almost animalistic scream from Jaya, punctuated by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of bodies moving with violent urgency. This Arjun man must be really a strong person.
I mean if he can make a Jaya scream this much then his penis must be really massive.
The sounds were raw, high, a stark contrast to the hushed quiet of the rest of the house.
Then, cutting through the cacophony, I heard Arjun's voice, sharp and commanding: "Come on top of me, Jaya. I want you to ride dick"
A slight pause, and then a shift in the sounds; the rhythm changed, less frantic, more deliberate. "Ride me you slut," he instructed.
Jaya's voice, laced with fear and desperation, pleaded, "Please, no, the other hole please Arjun, let's do it in the other hole, I beg of you."
But then came a sound from Arjun that stopped me cold. It wasn’t just a growl; it was a guttural roar, like a lion enraged, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest.
The sheer power of it sent a shiver down my spine. "No, insert it back in the hole where it came from" he boomed, his voice thick with a possessive anger. "I've used the other hole enough already. I need this hole more now...I told you tonight I just want to fuck this hole..."
Jaya just listened and I guess she inserted his dick back to the hole it was from. Her screams resumed, but with a different quality – they were now less defiant, more resigned.
I could hear her jumping up and down on his dick. "Aaahh sshh ooh slow slow please slow aahhh"
The rhythm of their movements continued, more insistent now, rhythmic and brutal. I could practically feel the friction in the air and the friction against their bodies.
The sounds intensified. I listened to Jaya’s panting, mixed with gasps and whimpers. Then came Arjun’s groan – a deep, guttural "AARRRGGGHHH I am cumming bitch aahhh I am cumming", a sound of pure, unrestrained release.
Jaya’s response was a series of strangled moans – "Oohh…mmmn…yes… fill me up my love fill me up aaahhh"– that were almost lost in Arjun's powerful exhale.
There was a silence that followed, punctuated only by Jaya's ragged breathing. Then, I heard her lips against Arjun's skin, the soft sounds of a kiss, they were kissing so hard that I could hear it despite me not seeing what is happening inside.
"Arjun… I love you, I love how you call me names, I love how you treat me like a bitch, I am your slut baby" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
But Arjun’s reply was cold, devoid of any tenderness. "You have no choice but to love me, Jaya, and you are forever my slut" he said, his voice dripping with a chilling confidence.
"You know that." The statement hung in the air, a chilling declaration of dominance. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Understand bitch?"
"Yes, I am your everything, your bitch, your slut and I am undoubtedly your whore", Jaya responded.
The tension in the air was palpable, even from my vantage point outside the room. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. The raw power that Arjun displayed was terrifying.
Meanwhile, a wave of my own arousal increased as I rubbed my dick masturbating to what I was hearing, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed. I released my own semen onto my hands, the sticky warmth a burning sensation against my skin.
In my haste to wipe it off, I accidentally knocked over a small desk near Jaya's bedroom door, sending a glass bottle tumbling to the floor with a sharp CLANG.
The sound, amplified in the quiet of the hallway, echoed even into Jaya's bedroom. There was a sharp intake of breath, then silence. A heavy silence that felt stretched, broken only by my own frantic heartbeat.
Then Arjun’s voice, sharp and authoritative, cut through the silence in their bedroom. " What is that? It's that boy you told me about. Go see what he's doing," he commanded, his voice betraying no emotion, only the cold certainty of power.
A hushed whisper followed: "Ooh noo, Rajeev must have heard everything, ooh noo" Jaya whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension, a mixture that spoke volumes of her desperation and vulnerability.
"What do we do?" Her voice was a barely audible tremor, a testament to her fear and helplessness. "Well get up slut! Go check on what he is doing, stop being a lazy whore!" Arjun said, not even a glint of nervousness in his words.
As I began to wipe the cum residue from my hands, preparing to flee back to my room, a desperate need to escape the hot scene overwhelming me, the bedroom door creaked open.
Jaya stood there, her body half-covered by a white towel, the flimsy fabric barely concealing her soft curvy body. Her hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her lipstick was smeared, her face flushed, a mixture of arousal and terror etched onto her features.
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She looked utterly untidy, a stark contrast to her usual composed appearance, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see.
"Ooh, Rajeev… www… you're up? Looking for something?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
The words were laced with a desperate hope that I hadn't seen or heard anything, a desperate wish that she could erase the memory of the immoral & obscene events that had just happened in that room.
I lied, "Just… couldn't sleep. I came to drink some....umm..yeah...water.," I mumbled, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "Nothing, really." My words were a feeble.
Then something incredible happened. Arjun emerged from the bedroom, stepping past Jaya. He was completely naked, his huge, hairy body filling the doorway, his presence dominating the hallway.
His skin was glistening with sweat, and his physique was undeniably impressive – broad shoulders, thick hairy chest, and powerful legs. Thick dark hair covered his chest and stomach, extending down to his thighs.
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The sight of him, so unexpectedly revealed, was horrifying. The sheer size of him, the raw power radiating from his body, was intimidating.
Jaya, stammered and whispered to him, "Arjun, what are you doing? He's a kid! He'll suspect something. Wear something" Her voice was filled with a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to salvage what little remained of her dignity.
Arjun, with a casual disregard for propriety that was chilling in its audacity, simply kissed Jaya aggressively.
Then, with a gentle push that sent her stumbling back, he turned towards me, his gaze unwavering. "So you're Rajeev, huh?" he said, his voice still low and commanding, but with a hint of amusement that sent a chill down my spine.
My knees felt weak, my voice caught in my throat.
I could only manage a shaky, "Y-yes, sir." The words were barely audible, a testament to my fear and the overwhelming power of his presence.
"Ooh, you're a good boy," he said, his eyes glinting with a disturbing mixture of amusement and something else…something I couldn't quite decipher. His tone was both condescending and patronizing, and the words sent a chill down my spine.
My eyes, involuntarily, dropped to his body. And that's when I saw it. His dick was completely covered in a brown, glistening shit.
It was a thick, viscous mess, a dark brown hue, with chunks. The stinky smell of that shit was overwhelming. The sight was so disgusting, I almost vomited, that it stole the breath from my lungs.
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And can I tell you briefly about his penis? Well, gosh! This man's penis was...I don't want to exaggerate but, damn! It was I think, if I am not wrong, close to 11 Inches. Yes! You heard me right, 11 inches.
Not only that, it was also fat and I could even see veins around his whole dick.
He realized that I was looking at his dick then he told me, "Ohh sorry, kid, you know what this is?", he asked me. I shivered and trembled. "N..nn..no sir", I answered, trying my best to stay calm.
"This is type of chocolate that came from Jaya, she usually applies it on me then she sucks it", he said. Jaya, who was standing next to us, witnessing this embarrassment was seemingly shocked and astonished from what she just heard Arjun saying.
She then whispered to him, "Arjun, stop it, hey! What are you saying?"
The realization hit me like a physical blow: the "chocolate" Arjun was talking about was actually Jaya’s shit. Her own shit from her asshole.
The sheer volume of it, covered onto Arjun's penis, showed the depth to which he had forced his dick into her asshole. It looks like when he was fucking her asshole so hard, his dick got in contact with her shit.
It was caked on thick, smeared around the base, and clung to his dick. It was a horrifically erotic and nice vivid image, burned into my memory, an image that would likely haunt me for the rest of my life in a sexually fantastic way.
I could feel my stomach churning. The stinky smell alone was enough to make me want to vomit, and the sight of it, still clinging to Arjun’s body, was utterly appalling.
I told myself, "Wooow this man really ravaged Jaya's asshole. I think her asshole is now very very loose"
Friends let me tell you something, Jaya's big ass, is such a wonderful juicy ass that when you see it for the first time, the first and only thought that will invade your mind is "I want to fuck this big ass right now!!".
Her curvy, proportioned ass was designed to make any man just want to grab it and push all his dick inside her cute, very tight precious and wonderfully made asshole. Aaahhh soo hot!!
Friends, can I be honest? I wish I was Arjun. I wished that I could fuck Jaya in her big ass. I was just mesmerized. In fact, I was not entirely shocked by Arjun fucking her asshole because Jaya deserves to be fucked in her asshole.
I know that Jaya is my best friend's mom, Rahul. But hey! What could I do? If a woman is blessed with such a curvy body, nice breasts full of milk, nice thunder thighs and fleshy ass, what could I do?
I can't control myself.
Jaya, cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment, looked down, her face hidden by her hands.
The smell of hers shit was sickening, thick and heavy in the air. It was clear that the pungent shit odor wasn’t confined to Arjun’s body; it clung to the air itself, an inescapable reminder of what had just transpired.
Arjun, seemingly oblivious to the horrifying sight and smell, or perhaps simply unconcerned, headed towards the kitchen.
"Ooh, let me get some refreshments," he said casually, his tone completely lacking any sense of appropriateness, as if such things were entirely commonplace, as if the events of the past hour were simply a routine occurrence.
It his blatant display of his arrogance and power, the implicit belief that his status somehow absolved him of any responsibility or consideration for others.
Jaya, still in embarrassment, whispered urgently to me. "Rajeev, please…just go to your room. Just go and have a good sleep ok?."
Her voice was a plea, a desperate attempt to protect herself and me from the consequences of what we had just witnessed. "Ok aunty", I said as I left.
Then entered Rahul's bedroom but before I locked, Jaya and Arjun were still in the kitchen. I heard them talking, I had to keep the door slightly ajar so that I could listen to their conversation.
“Why did you come out naked in front of him and why you told him that?” Jaya asked, her voice anxious but urgent.
“Shut up, slut, I told him because he will know it later when he grows, it's better for kids to learn better you know heehehehe, the earlier the better, ahahahahahaha”
"No Arjun, my love, that is so nasty of you", Jaya said.
Arjun snapped back as he gulped on water, barely above a whisper yet sharp enough to cut through the night. “Bitch! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, you whore. The kid won’t remember a thing. He’s just a kid, and too young to understand.”
“Too young?” Jaya’s voice trembled as she pressed on, “What if he does remember? He could ruin everything! This could even reach my husband.”
“Let him ruin it, then! It’s not my problem, andI don't care if your husband knows it, even if he knows it, he will divorce and you will be officially mine, ahahahaha”
Arjun shot back, his frustration unleashing a wave of disrespect. “You think I care if your husband knows? I already fucked you and all your holes."
Jaya just stood there listening, her eyes wide open.
"That good for nothing husband of yours only fucks your pussy. He is a bitchy woman. What kind of a man only fucks his woman in her pussy only? Huh? Stop acting so dramatic. You’re just making yourself look foolish.”
“But my love...,” Jaya insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. “If he tells anyone…”
“Honestly, Jaya, do you ever listen? You think he’s going to spill secrets? He’s more interested in his games than your stupid mess you did on my dick, just look at what you did on my dick,” he spat, condescension dripping from each word.
“So just shut up and relax. You are my slut, remember that and talking about mess”
He looked at his dick which was fully coated in Jaya's shit after he fucked her asshole.
“Come here and clean it up right now,” Arjun commanded, his voice deep and unyielding.
Jaya’s eyes widened, and she looked down at his dirty dick, visibly disturbed. “What? I can’t do that my love, I might vomit!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and anxiety.
Arjun’s smirk surfaced, a cold edge to his demeanor. “Listen slut, if you end up vomiting, that’s on you. You caused the mess,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.
“Please, Arjun, I really can’t! Just let it go.” Jaya’s desperation was evident as she frantically shook her head, backing away slightly.
“Stop being so dramatic you whore. You are pretending and I saw you watch porn and in porn they suck shitty dick also. So stop pretending whore. Just do it! You know you’re responsible for all this,” he reiterated, the hardness in his voice unyielding.
Friends, I was hard again. My dick became hard. Would Jaya actually suck her own shit from Arjun's dick?
Jaya’s frustration grew. “I’m not equipped for this! It’s disgusting!” Her voice trembled, betraying her struggle with the situation.
“Do you think I care?” Arjun snapped, the raw command in his tone cutting through the air. “It’s a simple task. Clean it up or deal with the consequences of your actions bitch, Clean it up or I will leave you to go back to your husband”
Jaya was shocked, she became quiet for a second, maybe thinking that this man named Arjun Kapoor, would leave her and miss his fucking styles.
“And think about what you did, do you want me to leave you or not?” he shot back, his voice now colder.
Jaya was still silenced, she seemed clouded in thoughts.
“Your silence says that you are not ready to leave me. So! It’s your responsibility. Own up to it. Now kneel down and suck it like a good slut, show me how you love my dick”
I asked myself, "Ooh! This is so hot, would Jaya lick her own shit from Arjun's dick?"
With a resigned sigh, she knelt down, her movements slow and deliberate, demonstrating a mixture of reluctance and defeat. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I found myself overwhelmed.
The scene before me felt unbearable, a reminder of the complexities of adult relationships and the shadows that lingered in the corners.
I felt worlds apart from them—once just a boy unaware of such struggles, now flung into the complexity of betrayal and disappointment.
As Jaya prepared to follow through with Arjun’s demand, I realized I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I needed to see her suck it right now! Oohhhh! "This is going to be hot", I said to myself as I prepared to see what was going to unfold.
TO BE CONTINUED............
A low groan escaped my lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as the intoxicating scent of Jaya’s panties filled my senses. "Aarrgghh," I moaned involuntarily, the sound echoing in the small, confined space of the bathroom.
My pleasure was short-lived. A sharp rap sounded on the bathroom door, followed by Jaya’s voice, laced with concern. "Rajeev? Are you alright in there? I heard a noise."
Shock jolted me back to reality. I had almost been caught, red-handed, indulging in a behavior I knew was inappropriate, bordering on perverse. I quickly composed myself, trying to mask my panic.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “Just… slipped. Everything is okay.”
My hasty attempt to regain my composure had created a new problem. In my panic, I'd managed to spill some of my cum onto Jaya's panties.
I hadn't realized it at first, but the telltale white cum was now stark against the dark fabric. My mind raced; how could I possibly clean this up?
A wave of embarrassment washed over me. I couldn't just leave them like this. A desperate solution formed in my mind. I would attempt to rub the stain away; I started rubbing the panties together, hoping to at least partially remove the evidence of my naughty behavior.
Shivering with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal, I exited the bathroom. Jaya was standing just outside, holding a pair of pajamas.
My semi-hard penis, still wrapped in a towel, was partially visible, and I could see Jaya staring at it for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.
"Here you go," she said, her voice calm and even, handing me the pajamas. "Make yourself comfortable. Rahul’s room is just down the hall."
"Thank you," I mumbled, accepting the pajamas. They smelled faintly of laundry detergent, a clean, fresh scent that felt oddly comforting after the intense experience in the bathroom.
The pajamas were clearly Rahul’s; they were slightly too big for me, Rahul was slightly fatter in body so that's why.
Before I could leave, I remembered I had wanted to play a video game. “Um, Aunty,” I began, “could I possibly borrow your phone for a little while? I'd like to play a game before bed.”
Jaya looked at me, her eyes thoughtful. A moment of hesitation flickered across her face, and a brief internal struggle seemed to play out on her features.
She appeared to be considering the implications of lending her phone to me. However, she quickly recovered her composure and smiled gently. "Of course," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I'll get it for you."
She headed to her room, I watched as her fat ass bounced up and down then returning shortly with her phone. "Here you are," she said, handing it to me.
Her smile was friendly, but there was also something else in her eyes, a hint of intrigue that I couldn't quite decipher. Was she hiding something?
"Thanks," I said, feeling a mixture of gratitude and nervousness. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Rajeev, don't play for long" she replied softly. Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment before she turned and went into her own room.
I locked myself in Rahul’s room, the feeling of intense embarrassment still clinging to me. The incident in the bathroom replayed repeatedly in my mind.
But a peculiar thought surfaced on my head that if Rahul could watch his own mother engaged in an intimate relationship with his dad's boss, why couldn't I, in my own way, explore my own curiosities?
The question, unsettling as it was, somehow justified my actions. It was a flawed attempt at rationalization, but it helped ease the guilt.
I decided to call my mother, to ask about Dad’s condition. When I dialed her number, there was a slight pause before she answered, and I heard a muffled "shhh."
Then her voice came through, slightly breathless, a little hesitant. "Uummh… heii… Rajeev… how are you?" Her tone was unusually nervous, and I could almost sense her rapid breathing. I asked her about my dad.
"Yes, he is doing fine," she said quickly. "He started his medication."
"Where is Sir Suresh?" I asked, wanting to check in on him, too. "I wanted to speak to him."
A small, tense pause followed. "Mom, are you there?" I asked, my concern growing.
"Ooh yes, he is… well… he went… I am here… with… y… your dad," she stammered, her voice even more strained than before. It was clear she was lying. It didn't sound like she was in the hospital.
"Where did Sir Suresh go?" I pressed gently, trying not to sound accusatory.
There was another pause, this time a bit longer. I heard indistinct sounds in the background, faint chatter that I couldn’t quite make out.
Mom rushed to speak. "Umm Rajeev, go to sleep, okay? It’s late now. It’s midnight." Her sudden insistence to end the call struck me as odd; she seemed eager to abruptly end the conversation.
"Mom, where are you? Are you at the hospital?" I persisted, my suspicion growing.
Her reply was hesitant, her breathing heavy. "No… yes… well… yy… n… yes, I am in the hospital. I… I also want to take a nap now." Her voice lacked conviction; something felt very wrong. It didn’t sound like she was in the hospital at all.
"Mom…" I started, but she cut me off. "Rajeev, please, go to sleep now. It’s late beta. I’m tired.” She hung up abruptly.
The call left me with a storm of unanswered questions. Why was her breathing so fast? Where was she? Her voice was full of lies and hesitation. Although I wanted to believe she was in the hospital, something told me that wasn't the case.
I decided to occupy myself with the video games on Jaya's phone, hoping to distract myself from my worries. Rahul’s room was awesome, a haven for a serious gamer; posters of superheroes adorned the walls and shelves crammed with video games hinted at many hours
Around 2:00 AM, I yawned, feeling the pull of sleep. I placed Jaya's phone on the desk, opened the door, and headed towards the bathroom, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening and the unanswered questions that swirled within me
After relieving myself, I paused, my gaze falling upon Jaya’s unused panties still lying on the bathroom floor. A strange, unsettling smile crept across my face; a smile of morbid fascination, a dark amusement at the unfolding situation.
Exiting the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen in search of water. The thirst was minor, but it gave me an excuse to move away from the bathroom's unsettling reminders.
As I returned to the hallway, however, a new set of sounds reached my ears moans, soft gasps, and the rhythmic thuds of two bodies entwined. The sounds emanated from Jaya’s room.
My heart pounded in my chest. It was clear what was happening. Jaya was with someone, and someone is fucking her. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans; low, guttural sounds that spoke of intense pleasure and a hint of pain.
They were the sounds of a woman fully surrendering to physical passion. The moans were punctuated by rhythmic clapping sounds, the distinct thap-thap-thap of bodies moving together.
Jaya’s moans were drawn out, almost a cry of ecstasy, "Aaahhhh…" She was truly lost in the moment.
As the sounds intensified, I noticed something else a pair of shoes by the front door, shoes I hadn't seen before. They were a man's shoes, expensive-looking, polished leather, hinting at wealth and status.
Someone had come to visit, and it wasn't someone I recognized. The sounds from Jaya’s room were growing louder now. I could clearly hear Jaya’s moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain, a symphony of raw emotion.
The sounds escalated. She was clearly in the midst of an intense sexual encounter.
A wave of morbid curiosity washed over me, pulling me towards the closed door of Jaya’s bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs.
Could this be Mr. Kapoor? I remembered Rahul mentioning, in hushed tones, that he had occasionally witnessed his mother being fucked by his dad's boss. Could his dad's boss actually be Mr Kapoor?
As I crept closer to Jaya’s bedroom, the moans intensified, becoming almost primal in their urgency. I pressed my ear against the door, my breath held captive in my chest. Through the wooden barrier, Jaya’s moans were loud and clear; a torrent of sounds that painted a vivid picture of intense physical intimacy.
"Aaahhhh… please… aaahhhh… no… apply some oil… Arjun… aaahhhh… don't push harder, please… it’s tight… why are you not listening… ouch… ouch… ouch… wait… wait… wait…" The sounds were punctuated by the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of bodies moving together.
Arjun? Was this Mr. Kapoor? Was that really his name? The boss of Rahul's father? The man Rahul's mom had secretly been involved with? My heart pounded, each beat echoing the urgency of the sounds emanating from the other side of the door.
Jaya’s moans continued, escalating in intensity, the sounds bordering on a cry of pain. I continued to listen, my breath held captive in my chest. “Aaah… nooo… please… it’s too big tonight…why does your dick grow each night?.....ooohhhhhhhhh please wait for moment.… ooohh… nooo… oucccchhh!”
Then, I heard a man's voice, deep and resonant, a voice that resonated with confident authority. The voice was unmistakably male, commanding and demanding.
This was no longer just a woman’s cries of passion; it was now a dialogue, a dynamic interplay of commands and pleas.
“Spread it, Jaya, don't be stupid, or else it will pain… yess… yes… open it wider… wider.....or I will slap you… stop pushing out… relax… keep spreading….... keep breathing... Jaya why are you pushing it out, you stupid bitch....."
I was shocked to hear how he was using abusive language on Jaya. It momentarily gave me a hint on this person's character.
This mysterious man, apparently named Arjun continued telling Jaya, "stop pushing it out....relax as I push in.......I need you to breathe and let me do this.....just a bit longer....my dick was in this hole before... why are you acting up whore! You're doing great! Almost there..... now it's already in,,,, you need to relax...don't tell me what to do bitch”
This was followed by jaya's screams "aaaaaaahhh Arrrjuunnn aahhh I can't believe you pushed all in aaahhh wait noooo aahh it's hurting aaahhhhh.....wait ahhh remove it...no please....."
The man’s voice was aggressive, yet laced with a command, his words laced with authority and experienced expertise.
Confusion overwhelmed me. I was desperate to see what was happening, but there was no way to discreetly peek into the room. I decided to simply continue listening. I had no choice.
"Ooohh… aaauuuu… Arjunnn… ooooo… please… remove it… aaahhhh… wait… wait… aaaaooohhh… noooo…. I will faint" Jaya’s voice was laced with pain and desperate pleas. Her cries seemed to indicate that whatever Arjun was doing, it wasn't fitting comfortably inside her.
"Hahaha! Fainting? If you faint, it will be even better because I will force it in more deeper", Arjun said.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was real. Jaya, Rahul’s mother, was having a secret affair, and it was with her husband's boss, Mr. Kapoor. I know this is not knew to me because Rahul already told me about it.
This was just a confirmation to me.
Now I confirmed reality, Rahul was telling me the truth. I suddenly understood why Rahul's father had been transferred. It was a calculated move by Mr. Kapoor, a way to clear the path for his secretive moves to have an affair with Jaya similar to how Sir Suresh did to my dad.
Jaya’s pleas continued, her voice growing weaker.
"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much… please be gentle…"
"Relax, Jaya… just relax… aah this hole is so warm wow, I don't know what you ate but it feels warmer today oohh…..and stop screaming...you are bothering me you whore!" Arjun's voice was soothing, almost comforting, but his words lacked genuine tenderness.
His voice held a hint of something else. It sounded like impatience and a desire to simply get the act over with.
"I… I can’t… it’s… too big… please…" Jaya cried, her voice barely audible above the other sounds.
The sounds continued; gasps, moans, and the rhythmic thumping and also the bed was shaking. The encounter seemed to be reaching its climax. I was frozen, unable to move, caught between disbelief and a strange, unsettling fascination.
Friends, I asked myself why is my life all of sudden enshrined in sexual interplays? Was this a way of life introducing me to a life of sex. Because I earlier said that my role model was Sir Suresh.
I wanted to be like him. The fun of fucking other men's wives.
I was witnessing a scene that had gone beyond the realm of sex. It was far more intimate and explicit than any encounter I had ever imagined. This was raw, undeniable reality.
"Arjun… please… it hurts… too much…"
"Just relax bitch how many times am I going to tell you, Jaya. You're making this harder than it needs to be."
"I… I can’t… it’s… but darling it's too big…"
"Stop squirming! You're going to ruin it. It's already deep inside, stop acting up you slut, if your husband doesn't treat you like I do then he is a whore too, I am not like him, I do things my way... so shut up whore!"
"Aaahhhh! aahhh Arrjuunn aaahh eeeeeiiiiiii ooohhhhhhh sshhhh slowly slowly aahhhhhh!"
"Damn it, Jaya! Be still, stop moving around....if I push forward, I want you to push back....stupid bitch!..learn how to fuck follow my order or else I will force it in deeper"
"Aaahhhh! Please… stop…"
"This is ridiculous. You're making me lose my patience."
"Aaahhhh! No… more…my love..my love Arjun....aahh no more baby... aahhhhh"
"Shut up! Just… enjoy it…"
"Aaahhhh!"
I slipped my dick from my pajamas, Rahul's pajamas precisely which I was wearing, the dampness clinging to my palm a stark contrast to the rising heat in my ears.
The sounds from Jaya's room were jarring – a high-pitched, almost animalistic scream from Jaya, punctuated by the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of bodies moving with violent urgency. This Arjun man must be really a strong person.
I mean if he can make a Jaya scream this much then his penis must be really massive.
The sounds were raw, high, a stark contrast to the hushed quiet of the rest of the house.
Then, cutting through the cacophony, I heard Arjun's voice, sharp and commanding: "Come on top of me, Jaya. I want you to ride dick"
A slight pause, and then a shift in the sounds; the rhythm changed, less frantic, more deliberate. "Ride me you slut," he instructed.
Jaya's voice, laced with fear and desperation, pleaded, "Please, no, the other hole please Arjun, let's do it in the other hole, I beg of you."
But then came a sound from Arjun that stopped me cold. It wasn’t just a growl; it was a guttural roar, like a lion enraged, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated in my chest.
The sheer power of it sent a shiver down my spine. "No, insert it back in the hole where it came from" he boomed, his voice thick with a possessive anger. "I've used the other hole enough already. I need this hole more now...I told you tonight I just want to fuck this hole..."
Jaya just listened and I guess she inserted his dick back to the hole it was from. Her screams resumed, but with a different quality – they were now less defiant, more resigned.
I could hear her jumping up and down on his dick. "Aaahh sshh ooh slow slow please slow aahhh"
The rhythm of their movements continued, more insistent now, rhythmic and brutal. I could practically feel the friction in the air and the friction against their bodies.
The sounds intensified. I listened to Jaya’s panting, mixed with gasps and whimpers. Then came Arjun’s groan – a deep, guttural "AARRRGGGHHH I am cumming bitch aahhh I am cumming", a sound of pure, unrestrained release.
Jaya’s response was a series of strangled moans – "Oohh…mmmn…yes… fill me up my love fill me up aaahhh"– that were almost lost in Arjun's powerful exhale.
There was a silence that followed, punctuated only by Jaya's ragged breathing. Then, I heard her lips against Arjun's skin, the soft sounds of a kiss, they were kissing so hard that I could hear it despite me not seeing what is happening inside.
"Arjun… I love you, I love how you call me names, I love how you treat me like a bitch, I am your slut baby" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
But Arjun’s reply was cold, devoid of any tenderness. "You have no choice but to love me, Jaya, and you are forever my slut" he said, his voice dripping with a chilling confidence.
"You know that." The statement hung in the air, a chilling declaration of dominance. "You belong to me, and you will do as I say. Understand bitch?"
"Yes, I am your everything, your bitch, your slut and I am undoubtedly your whore", Jaya responded.
The tension in the air was palpable, even from my vantage point outside the room. The intensity of the scene was overwhelming. The raw power that Arjun displayed was terrifying.
Meanwhile, a wave of my own arousal increased as I rubbed my dick masturbating to what I was hearing, leaving me breathless and overwhelmed. I released my own semen onto my hands, the sticky warmth a burning sensation against my skin.
In my haste to wipe it off, I accidentally knocked over a small desk near Jaya's bedroom door, sending a glass bottle tumbling to the floor with a sharp CLANG.
The sound, amplified in the quiet of the hallway, echoed even into Jaya's bedroom. There was a sharp intake of breath, then silence. A heavy silence that felt stretched, broken only by my own frantic heartbeat.
Then Arjun’s voice, sharp and authoritative, cut through the silence in their bedroom. " What is that? It's that boy you told me about. Go see what he's doing," he commanded, his voice betraying no emotion, only the cold certainty of power.
A hushed whisper followed: "Ooh noo, Rajeev must have heard everything, ooh noo" Jaya whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and apprehension, a mixture that spoke volumes of her desperation and vulnerability.
"What do we do?" Her voice was a barely audible tremor, a testament to her fear and helplessness. "Well get up slut! Go check on what he is doing, stop being a lazy whore!" Arjun said, not even a glint of nervousness in his words.
As I began to wipe the cum residue from my hands, preparing to flee back to my room, a desperate need to escape the hot scene overwhelming me, the bedroom door creaked open.
Jaya stood there, her body half-covered by a white towel, the flimsy fabric barely concealing her soft curvy body. Her hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her lipstick was smeared, her face flushed, a mixture of arousal and terror etched onto her features.
She looked utterly untidy, a stark contrast to her usual composed appearance, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see.
"Ooh, Rajeev… www… you're up? Looking for something?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
The words were laced with a desperate hope that I hadn't seen or heard anything, a desperate wish that she could erase the memory of the immoral & obscene events that had just happened in that room.
I lied, "Just… couldn't sleep. I came to drink some....umm..yeah...water.," I mumbled, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "Nothing, really." My words were a feeble.
Then something incredible happened. Arjun emerged from the bedroom, stepping past Jaya. He was completely naked, his huge, hairy body filling the doorway, his presence dominating the hallway.
His skin was glistening with sweat, and his physique was undeniably impressive – broad shoulders, thick hairy chest, and powerful legs. Thick dark hair covered his chest and stomach, extending down to his thighs.
The sight of him, so unexpectedly revealed, was horrifying. The sheer size of him, the raw power radiating from his body, was intimidating.
Jaya, stammered and whispered to him, "Arjun, what are you doing? He's a kid! He'll suspect something. Wear something" Her voice was filled with a desperate plea, a desperate attempt to salvage what little remained of her dignity.
Arjun, with a casual disregard for propriety that was chilling in its audacity, simply kissed Jaya aggressively.
Then, with a gentle push that sent her stumbling back, he turned towards me, his gaze unwavering. "So you're Rajeev, huh?" he said, his voice still low and commanding, but with a hint of amusement that sent a chill down my spine.
My knees felt weak, my voice caught in my throat.
I could only manage a shaky, "Y-yes, sir." The words were barely audible, a testament to my fear and the overwhelming power of his presence.
"Ooh, you're a good boy," he said, his eyes glinting with a disturbing mixture of amusement and something else…something I couldn't quite decipher. His tone was both condescending and patronizing, and the words sent a chill down my spine.
My eyes, involuntarily, dropped to his body. And that's when I saw it. His dick was completely covered in a brown, glistening shit.
It was a thick, viscous mess, a dark brown hue, with chunks. The stinky smell of that shit was overwhelming. The sight was so disgusting, I almost vomited, that it stole the breath from my lungs.
And can I tell you briefly about his penis? Well, gosh! This man's penis was...I don't want to exaggerate but, damn! It was I think, if I am not wrong, close to 11 Inches. Yes! You heard me right, 11 inches.
Not only that, it was also fat and I could even see veins around his whole dick.
He realized that I was looking at his dick then he told me, "Ohh sorry, kid, you know what this is?", he asked me. I shivered and trembled. "N..nn..no sir", I answered, trying my best to stay calm.
"This is type of chocolate that came from Jaya, she usually applies it on me then she sucks it", he said. Jaya, who was standing next to us, witnessing this embarrassment was seemingly shocked and astonished from what she just heard Arjun saying.
She then whispered to him, "Arjun, stop it, hey! What are you saying?"
The realization hit me like a physical blow: the "chocolate" Arjun was talking about was actually Jaya’s shit. Her own shit from her asshole.
The sheer volume of it, covered onto Arjun's penis, showed the depth to which he had forced his dick into her asshole. It looks like when he was fucking her asshole so hard, his dick got in contact with her shit.
It was caked on thick, smeared around the base, and clung to his dick. It was a horrifically erotic and nice vivid image, burned into my memory, an image that would likely haunt me for the rest of my life in a sexually fantastic way.
I could feel my stomach churning. The stinky smell alone was enough to make me want to vomit, and the sight of it, still clinging to Arjun’s body, was utterly appalling.
I told myself, "Wooow this man really ravaged Jaya's asshole. I think her asshole is now very very loose"
Friends let me tell you something, Jaya's big ass, is such a wonderful juicy ass that when you see it for the first time, the first and only thought that will invade your mind is "I want to fuck this big ass right now!!".
Her curvy, proportioned ass was designed to make any man just want to grab it and push all his dick inside her cute, very tight precious and wonderfully made asshole. Aaahhh soo hot!!
Friends, can I be honest? I wish I was Arjun. I wished that I could fuck Jaya in her big ass. I was just mesmerized. In fact, I was not entirely shocked by Arjun fucking her asshole because Jaya deserves to be fucked in her asshole.
I know that Jaya is my best friend's mom, Rahul. But hey! What could I do? If a woman is blessed with such a curvy body, nice breasts full of milk, nice thunder thighs and fleshy ass, what could I do?
I can't control myself.
Jaya, cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment, looked down, her face hidden by her hands.
The smell of hers shit was sickening, thick and heavy in the air. It was clear that the pungent shit odor wasn’t confined to Arjun’s body; it clung to the air itself, an inescapable reminder of what had just transpired.
Arjun, seemingly oblivious to the horrifying sight and smell, or perhaps simply unconcerned, headed towards the kitchen.
"Ooh, let me get some refreshments," he said casually, his tone completely lacking any sense of appropriateness, as if such things were entirely commonplace, as if the events of the past hour were simply a routine occurrence.
It his blatant display of his arrogance and power, the implicit belief that his status somehow absolved him of any responsibility or consideration for others.
Jaya, still in embarrassment, whispered urgently to me. "Rajeev, please…just go to your room. Just go and have a good sleep ok?."
Her voice was a plea, a desperate attempt to protect herself and me from the consequences of what we had just witnessed. "Ok aunty", I said as I left.
Then entered Rahul's bedroom but before I locked, Jaya and Arjun were still in the kitchen. I heard them talking, I had to keep the door slightly ajar so that I could listen to their conversation.
“Why did you come out naked in front of him and why you told him that?” Jaya asked, her voice anxious but urgent.
“Shut up, slut, I told him because he will know it later when he grows, it's better for kids to learn better you know heehehehe, the earlier the better, ahahahahahaha”
"No Arjun, my love, that is so nasty of you", Jaya said.
Arjun snapped back as he gulped on water, barely above a whisper yet sharp enough to cut through the night. “Bitch! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, you whore. The kid won’t remember a thing. He’s just a kid, and too young to understand.”
“Too young?” Jaya’s voice trembled as she pressed on, “What if he does remember? He could ruin everything! This could even reach my husband.”
“Let him ruin it, then! It’s not my problem, andI don't care if your husband knows it, even if he knows it, he will divorce and you will be officially mine, ahahahaha”
Arjun shot back, his frustration unleashing a wave of disrespect. “You think I care if your husband knows? I already fucked you and all your holes."
Jaya just stood there listening, her eyes wide open.
"That good for nothing husband of yours only fucks your pussy. He is a bitchy woman. What kind of a man only fucks his woman in her pussy only? Huh? Stop acting so dramatic. You’re just making yourself look foolish.”
“But my love...,” Jaya insisted, desperation creeping into her voice. “If he tells anyone…”
“Honestly, Jaya, do you ever listen? You think he’s going to spill secrets? He’s more interested in his games than your stupid mess you did on my dick, just look at what you did on my dick,” he spat, condescension dripping from each word.
“So just shut up and relax. You are my slut, remember that and talking about mess”
He looked at his dick which was fully coated in Jaya's shit after he fucked her asshole.
“Come here and clean it up right now,” Arjun commanded, his voice deep and unyielding.
Jaya’s eyes widened, and she looked down at his dirty dick, visibly disturbed. “What? I can’t do that my love, I might vomit!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and anxiety.
Arjun’s smirk surfaced, a cold edge to his demeanor. “Listen slut, if you end up vomiting, that’s on you. You caused the mess,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.
“Please, Arjun, I really can’t! Just let it go.” Jaya’s desperation was evident as she frantically shook her head, backing away slightly.
“Stop being so dramatic you whore. You are pretending and I saw you watch porn and in porn they suck shitty dick also. So stop pretending whore. Just do it! You know you’re responsible for all this,” he reiterated, the hardness in his voice unyielding.
Friends, I was hard again. My dick became hard. Would Jaya actually suck her own shit from Arjun's dick?
Jaya’s frustration grew. “I’m not equipped for this! It’s disgusting!” Her voice trembled, betraying her struggle with the situation.
“Do you think I care?” Arjun snapped, the raw command in his tone cutting through the air. “It’s a simple task. Clean it up or deal with the consequences of your actions bitch, Clean it up or I will leave you to go back to your husband”
Jaya was shocked, she became quiet for a second, maybe thinking that this man named Arjun Kapoor, would leave her and miss his fucking styles.
“And think about what you did, do you want me to leave you or not?” he shot back, his voice now colder.
Jaya was still silenced, she seemed clouded in thoughts.
“Your silence says that you are not ready to leave me. So! It’s your responsibility. Own up to it. Now kneel down and suck it like a good slut, show me how you love my dick”
I asked myself, "Ooh! This is so hot, would Jaya lick her own shit from Arjun's dick?"
With a resigned sigh, she knelt down, her movements slow and deliberate, demonstrating a mixture of reluctance and defeat. The gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I found myself overwhelmed.
The scene before me felt unbearable, a reminder of the complexities of adult relationships and the shadows that lingered in the corners.
I felt worlds apart from them—once just a boy unaware of such struggles, now flung into the complexity of betrayal and disappointment.
As Jaya prepared to follow through with Arjun’s demand, I realized I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. I needed to see her suck it right now! Oohhhh! "This is going to be hot", I said to myself as I prepared to see what was going to unfold.
TO BE CONTINUED............
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