Adultery Vicious Veer Prathap Singh vs Wily Watchman Narsingh (Upd Oct 21)

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After making her friend Richa comfortable and happy, Sheethal came to her room, on the way she noticed papa and mom sleeping in separate room. She knows after the kids grow up, parents don’t sleep together, but when kids leave the house for studies or get married, its common for them to sleep together again, after all papa looks young and fit, there is no need for him to treat mom like this. This needs to be fixed before I leave to USA, she decides

Sheethal thought about travel plans for the vacation, she heard Mysore, Ooty hill station stretch is a great place to spend vacation time. She heard about a beautiful guest house near Ooty, she pinged her didi Roopa.  Sheethal’s mother, Roopa’s mother are cousin sisters

“didi.. how are you?” , Sheethal texted Roopa

“hey Sheethal.. how are you?”

After initial greetings, Sheethal come to the actual point

 


“didi.. we are planning for a vacation to Ooty, we need your guest house for 10 days”

There was a pause for a while

“Roopa didi, are you there?”

This has happened 3 months after Roopa, Mandakini came back from vacation and what has happened in the guest house is still fresh in her mind

“Sheethal, are you going alone ? I don’t recommend it”

“No didi, our entire family and my dearest friend Richa from USA.. all of us are going”

Again some pause..

“Still.. I don’t recommend it”

“why didi ? any issues ?”

Roopa cooked up some story and told her facilities are not good..

She texts Mandakini


“didi.. how are you?” , Sheethal texted Mandakini

“hey Sheethal.. how are you?”

After initial greetings, Sheethal come to the actual point

“didi.. we are planning for a vacation to Ooty, we need your guest house for 10 days”

There was a pause for a while

“Mandakini didi, are you there?”

“Sheethal, are you going alone ? I don’t recommend it”

“No didi, our entire family and my dearest friend Richa from USA.. all of us are going”

Again some pause..

 

“Still.. I don’t recommend it”

“why didi ? any issues ?”

Mandakini cooked up some story and told her facilities are not good..

“ok didi.. take care.. I heard you are carrying”

“haa Sheethal..  3rd month..”

“ok didi.. before I leave to USA I will meet you”

“Both our families should meet”

“Sure didi.. good night”

“Good night”

Sheethal books a nearby hotel suit room as both the sisters said bad things about the guest house

(.) (.)

Richa gets a good night of sleep after an hour of passionate love session with Sheethal. Richa likes this massive palace and the royal treatment she is receiving, more over both uncle, aunty are so nice to her

She woke up and rolled up the curtain blinds on other side of the room to get some sun light. There she can see the back yard and already its buzzing with activity. Richa is curious to see what’s happening there so early in the morning. Her curiosity heightened as she saw Veer uncle and an angry young maid type girl streaming into the back yard



Under the cover of darkness, the maid made her way to the Veer's palace. She was let in by the guards who recognized her and she found her way through the maze of corridors and rooms, through to the back yard. There, under the mango trees, near the cowsheds, sat the Veer, surrounded by a few of his cronies, smoking a hookah.

The animated conversation fell to a hush as the men saw the maid make her way towards them. She stood there, looking at Veer, her chest heaving from the exertion of her walk and the tension of the moment. By the light of the lamps, her curves were accentuated and her tight choli  showed her breasts to her advantage. Her ghagra   with its mirror work glinted by the light of the lamps. Those dark angry eyes flashed at him, and it took   Veer a while to realize he was looking at his prospective next meal and not just any woman for him to lust after.

He signaled his men to leave them alone.

"What have you come for now?" he asked, thinking that she might possibly want to apologize for her rude behavior few days back for asking her to come to his guest house for a night.

"I have come here to tell you that having a mustache as large as yours does not guarantee the masculinity of your clan. So you should watch it before you talk about our womanhood," she said with a taunting smile.

The woman he had chosen to be his next bird looked bewitching with that saucy, taunting smile. The warm glow of lamps, the hide and seek of shadow and light, just made her seem all the more haunting. The challenge was not only in her words but also in her body language. He felt aroused and his male chauvinist instinct was to respond with a demonstration of his manhood.

He covered up his loss of control with a show of anger. He got up from the low slung cot made of rope, and strode forward towards the young hot maid, his arm outstretched as if to strike her across the face.



For the first time, she took note of his tall stride, his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and sinewy body as the man overshadowed her. She felt panic inside her, but was not about to show it and continued to play her game of nerves.

"Violence? Is that what you use to hide your impotence?" she asked laughingly, knowing the relaxed smile on her face would infuriate him.


He grabbed her throat and pushed her back till she her back came up against the trunk of the mango tree. As he touched her, he was taken aback by the softness of her skin. His grip on her throat relaxed from a stranglehold to an open hand just pushing her back. Something about his animal vigor in that shove struck a chord in her. She noticed the strong hands with rough calloused fingers. She allowed herself to be pushed back, bracing herself for a fall and then she came to rest against the tree trunk with a hard whack.

Watching all this from her window, Richa is thinking its like a old Bollywood movie.. Village land lord asking a beautiful young girl to sleep with him, she refusing that and bravely challenging the landlord, only to be curbed down and his ego, sex hunger taken care unwillingly by the young girl and finally the girl ending her life. Lets what’s in store here even though the girl seems adamant and brave

They were now in the shade of the tree and away from the circle of light and the seating area where the Veer had sat with his hookah. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lesser lighting, both the man and the maiden took in each other with their eyes. The lighting here was pale with the glow from the lamps reaching only partly, and the tube light from the pump house providing another ray of faint glow.

And yet, her eyes sparkled. She knew she had him where she wanted him. Veer's hand completely relaxed as he realized what the girl was up to. He was now touching her on her neck, just above her bosom and his thumb ran over her chin.

"I wish I could ask you to demonstrate your womanhood in identical fashion," he muttered.

Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to move his hand from her body, but she merely ended up captivated with the strength of his body. "Maybe you will not ask me to demonstrate my womanhood because you would then be exposed totally," she said spontaneously, and instantly regretted what she said. She knew that you could go only so far with a powerful , vicious landlord without arousing the worst ire in him.

And she was right. Blinded with rage, Veer gripped the top of her choli  and pulled down and in one swift ripping motion the front of her blouse tore, and hung down, held only by the strong band of cloth that went around the lower border of the blouse. Her breasts, brown, young, firm and proud, stood there bathed in the pale light fully exposed, heaving up and down from the anger she felt.



She reached with her left hand to slap him but Veer was too quick for her and fended her off. The young bold village maid lunged lower and grabbed at his crotch and was successful this time, getting a full hand of his semi aroused cock. It had been that way ever since she walked up to his charpoy. Now she knew more about his manhood than she wanted to know. In seconds, Veer's cock filled with blood and he had a full blown erection. It was years since he had been grabbed so authoritatively by a young woman and his body was instantaneous in its response to the stimulus.

The situation was erotic. His cock was in the grip of a young woman, whose breasts were exposed and heaving and he and she were both under the low branches of a mango tree, outside the circle of direct light, even though they could very well be spotted by anyone looking on (they don’t know Richa is watching them). Her grip relaxed and immediately the cock swelled to its largest ever dimensions in recent times. As she felt it fill out more, she instinctively closed in on it again. It had the effect of pumping the cock. Veer groaned and involuntarily pumped his hips as the fist provided him with relief.

 

The girl stared down at her hand. She had in her grip a handful of the Veer's garment and in it was wrapped an obscenely large cock. Her pussy juiced up even as she realized the enormity of the situation she had let herself in for. She let of the cock and rested back on the trunk of the tree, both hands behind her, gripping the trunk. The hands behind her back only served to thrust out her proud and heaving breasts some more.

She looked into the Veer's face who looked right back. And then his eyes wandered down to the breasts, succulent and topped by magnificent nipples. All bathed in pales shades for the lack of full lighting. Her eyes flickered, her throat dried up and her lips parted ever so slightly. She didn't move; she didn't dare to move.

Veer's hands came up to gently rest on the breasts, cupping them lightly, as if weighing the precious booty. She gasped, her body shivered and she gripped the trunk of the tree behind her ever more tightly. Her chest was now thrust out and up, and her awareness and control of the situation melted away.

 

The rough, coarse hands of  Veer held the breasts and the thumbs flicked the nipples. "So this is the woman who refused to sleep with me," he whispered.

She nodded. Then, realizing that he was taking the original discussion further, she let her hand drop back to his dhoti. Her hand found a way in and she touched the bare skin of his thigh. Navigating from there she felt around for that monster of a cock. From her position her hand could not claim it. She shifted the position of her wrist; with the palm facing upward she was able to take the shaft in her hand the way she would hold a bat. Her fingertips touched his balls and the palm of her hand had the trunk of his cock. The head touched her wrist.

"And this is the specimen of manhood your clan has to offer," she whispered in reply. She ran her thumb along the length of the cock, back to front, and then she encountered wetness, followed by the head. As her thumb rounded the head of his cock, Veer shuddered. His hands gripped the breasts firmly in his hands as a reflex action. The pinching effect on her nipples hurt her and she winced, but bolts of pain felt so pleasurable!

She gripped his cock and masturbated him, stroking forward and back, gently but firmly. Veer kneaded the breasts and soon his hands ran down the sides of her body and he was stroking the roll of flesh at her bare hips. She shifted from one foot to another as she felt her pussy start to flow.

"Babuji!" she whispered her first acknowledgement that day of his authority as she referred to him as he would like her to call him as her father-in-law.

Veer leaned over her, his head hunched over her head as his hips jerked and pumped as the fisting caused ripples of sensations through this body. He slowly lifted up the skirts and bunched them in his hands, pulling up more and more, baring her strong legs. His hands went under and cupped her ass. She was wearing nothing under her skirts and with both hands he gripped her ass, lightly lifting her, testing her weight to see if he could lift her completely.



Richa’s tension is growing watching the intense scene between arrogant, proud, young girl and powerful, rude, landlord. Suddenly she felt a warm hand touch on her shoulder, she shivered and turned back to see Jo aunty behind. Before Richa could turn down the blinds, Jyothi saw whats happening in the back yard

She held Sheethal’s hands and said in a low voice “few things should be forgotten beti.. you haven’t watched anything. You came here to enjoy your vacation, don’t think about whats happening here”

There is a pulpable shake in her voice which the young Richa noticed and kept mum. Jyothi asked her to get ready for breakfast

As Jo aunty is going back, Richa felt bad about aunty, she wanted to open the blinds again and see what the vicious, rough uncle will do the tender body of young village girl.. brave the desi young girl is.. not so the videshi young girl is and decided not to open the curtain

Richa felt bad for such a beautiful pious aunty being ignored by the not so nice uncle. Jo aunty must be trying to control her desires.. is this how Indian married ladies show blind respect to their hubbies ?



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