Misc. Erotica The Rice Pulling Scam: A Tale of Seduction and Betrayal By Novelist Casanova

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In the Afternoon as I woke up, the sun slipped through the closed blinds of the room, throwing faint stripes of light across the floor.  Gently moving the Party Leader who was sleeping on top me me, as I tried to get off the table, the half asleep Party Leader caught my hand, and as I turned around and looked at him, “your Pussy was great, Sudha, I thoroughly enjoyed it,” as he said, I smiled at him.  “Let me take a shower,” I said, and he let me go.

As I began searching for a Towel all over the room, the Party leader's eyes were all over me, enjoying the way I was naked and searching for a Towel all over the room.  “You are an Angel Sudha!  Never seen a Woman as beautiful as you naked,” as he exclaimed, I started feeling proud of myself.
As he got off the Table, “the Towels are inside the Bathroom,” he said and began wearing her underwear.  “Thank you,” as I whispered and tried to go to the Bathroom, “no, THANK YOU,” he exclaimed and caught my hand.  Hugging me naked and taking me into his complete embrace, and feeling up my naked body against him, “thank you so much, Sudha.  I have been dreaming to enjoy you all these days,” he whispered and kissed my lips affectionately and sent me to the Bathroom.
After having a nice shower, as I stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of sandalwood soap clinging faintly to my skin. My reflection in the mirror didn’t feel like me — not the wife my husband once adored, not the woman who dreamed of serving the people. Just... someone caught in the storm of her own making.



The Party Leader stirred lazily on the sofa, stretching like a cat. His voice, low and confident, broke the silence.

“You’ll get your MLA seat, Sudha. I’ll make sure of it. You’ve earned it.”
I froze for a moment. The words, meant as a reward, felt like a chain tightening around my throat. My stomach churned—not from regret alone, but from the realization of how far I had come. How many lines I had crossed.
For a fleeting second, I thought of my husband’s eyes—how they once lit up when I spoke about my dreams, how they dimmed slowly as ambition took their place. I had said I wanted power for the people. But now I wasn’t sure who I really wanted it for.
I looked down at my hands. They were clean, washed. But something inside me felt stained.
“At what cost?” I whispered to myself.
He didn’t hear me. Or maybe he did, and simply chose not to answer.
As the Party Leader went inside the Bathroom, I wore my Black Panties over my clean shaved pussy, and wore my Black Bra over my Boobs, and wearing my White Petticoat over my Black Panties and wearing my White Blouse over my Black Bra, and wearing my White Saree with Party’s Red and Black Border, I got ready.
As I waited for the Party Leader, he came out of the Bathroom and put his clothes on.  As he called someone and told them to give the MLA seat to me, I was excited, and happy.
“Happy, Sudha?” as the Party Leader asked and stood in front of me, “yes,” I said in an emotional tone.  Holding my face and bring his lips close to me, “I am gonna call the Home Minister and get that Rice Pulling Scammer arrested, and make sure you get back your 100 Crores,” as he whispered and began kissing my lips, in the excitement that I was going to get back my 100 Crores, I started kissing Party Leader’s lips so passionately that I had never kissed my husband this passionately.
Breaking the kiss, “All the Best, Sudha!  You will become MLA in Three months.  Do good to the People of Tamil Nadu.  My blessings will always be with you,” as he said in a Leader’s tone, I started to have goosebumps already, “thank you, Sir,” as I said.  “Good Luck!” he said and sent me home.