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Chapter 7: Mottu & Palli (Act 2)
The steam rose in delicate tendrils, wrapping around Lina like a warm embrace as she sat on the wooden bench inside the spa’s steam room. Her fair skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her black hair clinging to her neck in damp strands. The air was thick with the scent of eucalyptus, soothing her senses after the relaxing soak in the hot spring pool.
Earlier, she and Rahim had left the pool area to grab lunch, but while her husband had opted for a nap, Lina had felt drawn to the steam room’s promise of tranquility. She wrapped her towel tightly around her curvy figure, her 36C breasts peeking modestly over the edge, the protruding nipples a testament to her body’s natural allure.
The room was quiet, save for the occasional hiss of steam escaping from the vents. Lina closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her muscles, her mind drifting to the events of the past few weeks. The exploitation by some of her massage clients still lingered in her thoughts, a stain on her otherwise cheerful demeanor. She had come to terms with it, telling herself it was part of the job, but the vulnerability it had exposed within her still gnawed at her. Her husband’s inability to satisfy her in bed both emotionally and physically added to her frustration. The doctor’s diagnosis that Rahim’s sperm count was the reason she hadn’t conceived yet had left her feeling helpless. She longed for a child, for something to fill the void in her life.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Lina’s eyes fluttered open to see Mottu stepping inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. He was one of the two men who had tried to seduce her earlier in the pool, his bold advances making her uncomfortable. Her heart quickened as he closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the confined space. Mottu’s gaze was intense, his eyes roaming over her body with an unapologetic hunger.
“Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Alone again. What a coincidence.”
She shifted uncomfortably, pulling the towel tighter around her. “I...I was just relaxing,” she stammered, her formal tone betraying her nervousness.
Mottu smirked, stepping closer. Before she could react, he dropped his own towel, revealing his large, erect cock. Lina’s breath caught in her throat. Her conservative nature clashed with the sudden exposure, but her body reacted instinctively, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her towel.
She remembered the dream from the night before, a vivid fantasy of taking a stranger’s cock, of surrendering to a moment of raw, unbridled passion. The guilt of even thinking such things weighed on her, but the memory stirred something deep within her.
“You want this, Lina,” Mottu said, his voice dripping with confidence. “I know you do.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to caress her breast. She flinched but didn’t pull away. His touch was firm, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending a jolt of desire through her. The conflict within her was palpable...her loyalty to Rahim, her fear of exploitation, and yet, the undeniable ache between her legs.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I...I shouldn’t.”
But Mottu wasn’t listening. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not happy with him. You know it. Let me give you what you need.”
His words struck a chord, and before she could protest further, he swept her into his arms, carrying her out of the steam room and toward the pool area. Lina’s heart raced as he locked the door behind them, the sound final and unyielding. The pool’s warm water shimmered in the dim light, the air heavy with anticipation.
Mottu set her down gently, his hands moving to untie her towel. It fell to the floor, leaving her naked and exposed. His gaze devoured her, his eyes lingering on her curves, her breasts, her thighs. She stood there, vulnerable yet strangely aroused, her body betraying her reservations.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Lina closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. His touch was rough yet intoxicating, awakening a hunger she had tried to suppress.
He pushed her back until she was standing at the edge of the pool, the water lapping at her ankles. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, his mouth closing over one of her breasts. Lina gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. His tongue swirled around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Oh—oh,” she moaned, her head falling back.
His hands slid down her body, parting her thighs as he kissed his way lower. His tongue traced the curve of her stomach before dipping between her legs. Lina’s breath hitched as he licked her pussy, his tongue firm and insistent. She gripped the edge of the pool, her legs trembling as pleasure coursed through her.
“Mottu...please,” she whispered, her voice laced with desperation.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Suck my cock, Lina. Show me how much you want it.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her body betraying her inhibitions. He stood, his cock jutting out proudly, and she sank to her knees, her hands wrapping around his shaft. She looked up at him, her black eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desire, before taking him into her mouth. Her lips slid down his length, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. Mottu groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements.
“Fuck, Lina,” he muttered. “You’re so good.”
She sucked him eagerly, her inhibitions fading as pleasure overwhelmed her. But Mottu wasn’t done. He pulled her to her feet, lifting one of her legs and pressing her against the pool’s edge. His cock slid into her, filling her completely. Lina gasped, her head falling back as he thrust into her, his hands squeezing her breasts.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.
He switched positions, pulling her onto the pool’s edge and positioning her on all fours. Lina braced herself on her hands, her ass raised as Mottu entered her from behind. He gripped her hips, thrusting into her with relentless intensity. The water sloshed around them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please.”
Mottu obliged, pounding into her with fierce urgency. Lina’s moans echoed off the walls, her body trembling on the edge of release. She could feel him swelling inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“I’m close,” he grunted. “Inside me,” she pleaded. “Fill me up.”
With a final, deep thrust, Mottu came, his cum spilling into her as he held her tightly. Lina cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, waves of pleasure washing away her guilt and inhibitions.
Mottu collapsed beside her, both of them panting heavily. But as Lina stood, wrapping her towel around her trembling body, she saw Palli standing outside the locked door, a smirk on his face.
“My turn,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation.
Lina’s heart sank. She opened her mouth to protest, but Palli pushed his way in, locking the door behind him. Mottu, spent and satisfied, simply watched as Palli approached Lina, his eyes hungry.
“You’re not done yet,” Palli said, his hands gripping her shoulders.
Lina tried to resist, but her body was still trembling from her orgasm, her willpower depleted. Palli pushed her down onto the ground, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. She closed her eyes, tears welling up as he leaned down, his mouth closing over her nipple.
“ Please, I can't...enough..", she whispered, her voice breaking. But Palli wasn’t listening. He moved lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her stomach before settling between her legs. Lina’s breath hitched as he licked her, his tongue firm and insistent. She tried to push him away, but he held her down, his mouth relentless.
“Stop,” she murmured, her voice weak.
He ignored her, his hands gripping her thighs as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. Lina’s body betrayed her, responding despite her protests. She felt him position himself above her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“No,” she whispered, but it was too late. Palli thrust into her, his movements rough and urgent. Lina closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as he fucked her, his hands gripping her hips. She felt used, her body a vessel for his pleasure. As Palli fucked her, Lina couldn't help but notice Mottu watching them with a mixture of arousal and amusement. She begged him with her eyes to intervene, but he merely smirked and leaned back to enjoy the show. Lina's mind raced, torn between her loyalty to Rahim and the intense pleasure Palli was giving her.
“Cum for me, Lina,” he growled, his voice hoarse.
Palli's thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping Lina's hips as he pounded into her. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, and she knew he was close to his release. With a final, powerful thrust, Palli buried himself deep inside her and came with a roar. Lina's body shuddered as she joined him in release, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied. Lina lay there, her body numb, her mind reeling from the events of the past hour. She felt dirty, exploited, yet a part of her couldn’t deny the pleasure she had experienced.
As Palli stood, adjusting his clothes, Mottu smirked. “She’s the best, I've had in this place” he said, stepping over Lina’s trembling form.
Palli nodded, his gaze lingering on her before he left, locking the door behind him. Lina curled up on the ground, her towel clutched to her chest, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She had crossed a line, one she wasn’t sure she could come back from. The guilt weighed heavily on her, but the memory of the pleasure she had felt lingered, a haunting reminder of her desires.
As she lay there, the steam room’s warmth enveloping her, she wondered if she would ever find the fulfillment she craved.
The steam rose in delicate tendrils, wrapping around Lina like a warm embrace as she sat on the wooden bench inside the spa’s steam room. Her fair skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, her black hair clinging to her neck in damp strands. The air was thick with the scent of eucalyptus, soothing her senses after the relaxing soak in the hot spring pool.
Earlier, she and Rahim had left the pool area to grab lunch, but while her husband had opted for a nap, Lina had felt drawn to the steam room’s promise of tranquility. She wrapped her towel tightly around her curvy figure, her 36C breasts peeking modestly over the edge, the protruding nipples a testament to her body’s natural allure.
The room was quiet, save for the occasional hiss of steam escaping from the vents. Lina closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her muscles, her mind drifting to the events of the past few weeks. The exploitation by some of her massage clients still lingered in her thoughts, a stain on her otherwise cheerful demeanor. She had come to terms with it, telling herself it was part of the job, but the vulnerability it had exposed within her still gnawed at her. Her husband’s inability to satisfy her in bed both emotionally and physically added to her frustration. The doctor’s diagnosis that Rahim’s sperm count was the reason she hadn’t conceived yet had left her feeling helpless. She longed for a child, for something to fill the void in her life.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. Lina’s eyes fluttered open to see Mottu stepping inside, his broad frame filling the doorway. He was one of the two men who had tried to seduce her earlier in the pool, his bold advances making her uncomfortable. Her heart quickened as he closed the door behind him, the click echoing in the confined space. Mottu’s gaze was intense, his eyes roaming over her body with an unapologetic hunger.
“Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Alone again. What a coincidence.”
She shifted uncomfortably, pulling the towel tighter around her. “I...I was just relaxing,” she stammered, her formal tone betraying her nervousness.
Mottu smirked, stepping closer. Before she could react, he dropped his own towel, revealing his large, erect cock. Lina’s breath caught in her throat. Her conservative nature clashed with the sudden exposure, but her body reacted instinctively, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her towel.
She remembered the dream from the night before, a vivid fantasy of taking a stranger’s cock, of surrendering to a moment of raw, unbridled passion. The guilt of even thinking such things weighed on her, but the memory stirred something deep within her.
“You want this, Lina,” Mottu said, his voice dripping with confidence. “I know you do.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to caress her breast. She flinched but didn’t pull away. His touch was firm, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending a jolt of desire through her. The conflict within her was palpable...her loyalty to Rahim, her fear of exploitation, and yet, the undeniable ache between her legs.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I...I shouldn’t.”
But Mottu wasn’t listening. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not happy with him. You know it. Let me give you what you need.”
His words struck a chord, and before she could protest further, he swept her into his arms, carrying her out of the steam room and toward the pool area. Lina’s heart raced as he locked the door behind them, the sound final and unyielding. The pool’s warm water shimmered in the dim light, the air heavy with anticipation.
Mottu set her down gently, his hands moving to untie her towel. It fell to the floor, leaving her naked and exposed. His gaze devoured her, his eyes lingering on her curves, her breasts, her thighs. She stood there, vulnerable yet strangely aroused, her body betraying her reservations.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. Lina closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. His touch was rough yet intoxicating, awakening a hunger she had tried to suppress.
He pushed her back until she was standing at the edge of the pool, the water lapping at her ankles. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, his mouth closing over one of her breasts. Lina gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. His tongue swirled around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Oh—oh,” she moaned, her head falling back.
His hands slid down her body, parting her thighs as he kissed his way lower. His tongue traced the curve of her stomach before dipping between her legs. Lina’s breath hitched as he licked her pussy, his tongue firm and insistent. She gripped the edge of the pool, her legs trembling as pleasure coursed through her.
“Mottu...please,” she whispered, her voice laced with desperation.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Suck my cock, Lina. Show me how much you want it.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her body betraying her inhibitions. He stood, his cock jutting out proudly, and she sank to her knees, her hands wrapping around his shaft. She looked up at him, her black eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desire, before taking him into her mouth. Her lips slid down his length, her tongue swirling as she sucked him deep. Mottu groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements.
“Fuck, Lina,” he muttered. “You’re so good.”
She sucked him eagerly, her inhibitions fading as pleasure overwhelmed her. But Mottu wasn’t done. He pulled her to her feet, lifting one of her legs and pressing her against the pool’s edge. His cock slid into her, filling her completely. Lina gasped, her head falling back as he thrust into her, his hands squeezing her breasts.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need.
He switched positions, pulling her onto the pool’s edge and positioning her on all fours. Lina braced herself on her hands, her ass raised as Mottu entered her from behind. He gripped her hips, thrusting into her with relentless intensity. The water sloshed around them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.
“Harder,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please.”
Mottu obliged, pounding into her with fierce urgency. Lina’s moans echoed off the walls, her body trembling on the edge of release. She could feel him swelling inside her, his thrusts becoming erratic.
“I’m close,” he grunted. “Inside me,” she pleaded. “Fill me up.”
With a final, deep thrust, Mottu came, his cum spilling into her as he held her tightly. Lina cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, waves of pleasure washing away her guilt and inhibitions.
Mottu collapsed beside her, both of them panting heavily. But as Lina stood, wrapping her towel around her trembling body, she saw Palli standing outside the locked door, a smirk on his face.
“My turn,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation.
Lina’s heart sank. She opened her mouth to protest, but Palli pushed his way in, locking the door behind him. Mottu, spent and satisfied, simply watched as Palli approached Lina, his eyes hungry.
“You’re not done yet,” Palli said, his hands gripping her shoulders.
Lina tried to resist, but her body was still trembling from her orgasm, her willpower depleted. Palli pushed her down onto the ground, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. She closed her eyes, tears welling up as he leaned down, his mouth closing over her nipple.
“ Please, I can't...enough..", she whispered, her voice breaking. But Palli wasn’t listening. He moved lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her stomach before settling between her legs. Lina’s breath hitched as he licked her, his tongue firm and insistent. She tried to push him away, but he held her down, his mouth relentless.
“Stop,” she murmured, her voice weak.
He ignored her, his hands gripping her thighs as he sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh. Lina’s body betrayed her, responding despite her protests. She felt him position himself above her, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“No,” she whispered, but it was too late. Palli thrust into her, his movements rough and urgent. Lina closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as he fucked her, his hands gripping her hips. She felt used, her body a vessel for his pleasure. As Palli fucked her, Lina couldn't help but notice Mottu watching them with a mixture of arousal and amusement. She begged him with her eyes to intervene, but he merely smirked and leaned back to enjoy the show. Lina's mind raced, torn between her loyalty to Rahim and the intense pleasure Palli was giving her.
“Cum for me, Lina,” he growled, his voice hoarse.
Palli's thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping Lina's hips as he pounded into her. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, and she knew he was close to his release. With a final, powerful thrust, Palli buried himself deep inside her and came with a roar. Lina's body shuddered as she joined him in release, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied. Lina lay there, her body numb, her mind reeling from the events of the past hour. She felt dirty, exploited, yet a part of her couldn’t deny the pleasure she had experienced.
As Palli stood, adjusting his clothes, Mottu smirked. “She’s the best, I've had in this place” he said, stepping over Lina’s trembling form.
Palli nodded, his gaze lingering on her before he left, locking the door behind him. Lina curled up on the ground, her towel clutched to her chest, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She had crossed a line, one she wasn’t sure she could come back from. The guilt weighed heavily on her, but the memory of the pleasure she had felt lingered, a haunting reminder of her desires.
As she lay there, the steam room’s warmth enveloping her, she wondered if she would ever find the fulfillment she craved.
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