02-07-2019, 02:31 PM
Mr. Malik plan to get Madhu pregnant
That Friday morning when I went to work, I didn't tie Madhu to the bed. It was the first time in three weeks she'd been unbound when I left. She was wild with excitement. Of course, her wildness was partially attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight hours after averaging fifty or so a day for the two weeks before that. And she was wildly anticipating the weekend because she knew, just knew, she was going to get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad woman.
I was excited, too. Our whole adventure with Mr. Malik had started because Madhu wanted more sex than I could give her and she wanted a baby, which I couldn't give her, since I was sterile.
I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the dress shop to pick up her new dress. Mr. Malik had told me he would bring Sonya over when he picked up Madhu so I could have Sonya that weekend.
I got home early. Madhu was in the shower. I was standing in the bathroom waiting for her when she turned off the water. She saw me and squealed, throwing herself into my arms, crushing those big tits against me.
"Ajay! Ajay! This is the weekend! I'm going to get pregnant! Oh, Ajay, I've wanted this so long!"
She shoved me back against the wall and started trying to unbuckle my belt.
"No, Madhu. Mr. Malik said no orgasms until he picks you up."
"Please. I had one in the shower, but I need another one. One from a cock up me. Please, Ajay. Oh, God, Ajay, do you realize what has happened! Do you? Well?"
"What?" I answered, confused by her conversation.
"I orgasm so easily now. And, you, you big stud, you hold back so much better. Do you know I orgasm every time your fuck me? Did you know that? Every time! Oh, God, that's so great. Just think, Ajay. I cum every time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!"
She giggled evilly.
"Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Ajay."
"Of course, Madhu. I love eating you."
"Do it now!"
"No orgasm."
"Meanie," she said petulantly.
Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically.
"Ajay, do you eat Sonya?"
I had to think for a minute.
"No. I don't"
"Honey, you should. If she's going to be your slut, too, you should eat her. You know, Ajay, all women love to be eaten, to have a man lick their pussy and suck their clit. And, I know Mr. Malik will never do that. So, you can give her a great pleasure she'll not get from anyone else. Because, Ajay, as good as fucking is, eating is almost as good, and no one does it better than you."
"I thought you didn't want me to be with Sonya."
She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut shorter and dyed a brassy blonde. It was a style where she just dried it and fluffed it. As she vigorously massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like animals. It was mesmerizing.
"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. "Seriously, honey. I want you to have Sonya."
She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against me.
"Look, Ajay. No one has said anything to me, but I have a gut feeling about this. Ajay, what if Mr. Malik wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you mind?"
"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I didn't mind."
"I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like, maybe, a dozen or so."
I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. Malik asked me to let him surprise her.
"I won't mind. I'll still love you."
"Oh, Ajay. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. That's the reason I want you to have Sonya, or, if not her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, too."
"It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest."
"Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses. If Sonya's available, well, I want you to go for it," she said.
"Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Malik call? What does he have planned?"
Her eyes lit up like a slot machine.
"Oh, Ajay. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in thirty minutes. He's bringing Sonya with him to spend the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my dress."
Without talking and with complete concentration, Madhu professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' slut. Mr. Malik wanted her to wear more. She slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did not lock.
When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back. It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been naked.
The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the "v" where hair would have been had she hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore between her breasts and her skirt.
She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good!
That Friday morning when I went to work, I didn't tie Madhu to the bed. It was the first time in three weeks she'd been unbound when I left. She was wild with excitement. Of course, her wildness was partially attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight hours after averaging fifty or so a day for the two weeks before that. And she was wildly anticipating the weekend because she knew, just knew, she was going to get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad woman.
I was excited, too. Our whole adventure with Mr. Malik had started because Madhu wanted more sex than I could give her and she wanted a baby, which I couldn't give her, since I was sterile.
I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the dress shop to pick up her new dress. Mr. Malik had told me he would bring Sonya over when he picked up Madhu so I could have Sonya that weekend.
I got home early. Madhu was in the shower. I was standing in the bathroom waiting for her when she turned off the water. She saw me and squealed, throwing herself into my arms, crushing those big tits against me.
"Ajay! Ajay! This is the weekend! I'm going to get pregnant! Oh, Ajay, I've wanted this so long!"
She shoved me back against the wall and started trying to unbuckle my belt.
"No, Madhu. Mr. Malik said no orgasms until he picks you up."
"Please. I had one in the shower, but I need another one. One from a cock up me. Please, Ajay. Oh, God, Ajay, do you realize what has happened! Do you? Well?"
"What?" I answered, confused by her conversation.
"I orgasm so easily now. And, you, you big stud, you hold back so much better. Do you know I orgasm every time your fuck me? Did you know that? Every time! Oh, God, that's so great. Just think, Ajay. I cum every time you stick your dick in me. I just love that!"
She giggled evilly.
"Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy. You've always been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your tongue. You'll eat my pussy, won't you? If I'm a good little slut for you? Please, Ajay."
"Of course, Madhu. I love eating you."
"Do it now!"
"No orgasm."
"Meanie," she said petulantly.
Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically.
"Ajay, do you eat Sonya?"
I had to think for a minute.
"No. I don't"
"Honey, you should. If she's going to be your slut, too, you should eat her. You know, Ajay, all women love to be eaten, to have a man lick their pussy and suck their clit. And, I know Mr. Malik will never do that. So, you can give her a great pleasure she'll not get from anyone else. Because, Ajay, as good as fucking is, eating is almost as good, and no one does it better than you."
"I thought you didn't want me to be with Sonya."
She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut shorter and dyed a brassy blonde. It was a style where she just dried it and fluffed it. As she vigorously massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like animals. It was mesmerizing.
"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh. "Seriously, honey. I want you to have Sonya."
She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on her hips and shoved her pelvis against me.
"Look, Ajay. No one has said anything to me, but I have a gut feeling about this. Ajay, what if Mr. Malik wants me to have sex with a bunch of guys. Will you mind?"
"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I didn't mind."
"I have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like, maybe, a dozen or so."
I didn't tell her it would be two dozen plus. Mr. Malik asked me to let him surprise her.
"I won't mind. I'll still love you."
"Oh, Ajay. I know I'm the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole country. I do love being a slut. I can't tell you how much I love it. But I love you so much. I need you to be here for me. I never want to lose you. That's the reason I want you to have Sonya, or, if not her, someone else. I want your sex life to be wonderful, too."
"It'd be wonderful with just you. You're the greatest."
"Thanks, baby. I know I'm the greatest, but a lot of times I'll be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses. If Sonya's available, well, I want you to go for it," she said.
"Don't worry about it. Did Mr. Malik call? What does he have planned?"
Her eyes lit up like a slot machine.
"Oh, Ajay. I'm so excited! This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get laid until I cannot walk. He'll be here in thirty minutes. He's bringing Sonya with him to spend the weekend with you while I'm fucking your boss and his friends. Don't forget. Eat her pussy. She'll love it. Let me put on my makeup and then I'll show you my dress."
Without talking and with complete concentration, Madhu professionally applied her makeup. Of course, she wore more than she did before she became a slut, my boss' slut. Mr. Malik wanted her to wear more. She slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs. She put on red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did not lock.
When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a bikini. It was tiny. It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back. It was a pullover, sleeveless. It covered her breasts and stopped. When she put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage. It was that tight, hugging her breasts perfectly. She looked more naked than if she had been naked.
The skirt was as revealing. She wiggled it up her body and over her hips. She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the stockings. The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v" which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the "v" where hair would have been had she hadn't been shaved. Her jewelry which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she wore between her breasts and her skirt.
She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready for a parade. And, boy, did she look good!
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