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Will Salah's dream come true?
On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…
I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.
As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.
She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: “As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.“ And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.
He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.
Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: “You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…“
“Please...“ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.
Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: “Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?“
Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes. Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy."
Salah: "Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position."
Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too.
He added: “You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me
about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…“
Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: “Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…“
Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.
Then he yelled: “Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.“
Meena: “Excuse me, I didn't want...“ Then she stopped and just stared him.
She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.
Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.
He went on: ‘“Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?“
“Yes.“ She whispered while looking at his eyes.
Salah: "I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?"
Meena didn’t reply.
Saleh insisted for her answer: “I asked you something!“
Meena repeated: “Yes, Saleh, I understand.“
There was a short period of silence between them.
After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I…I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”
Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before.
I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call, Meena talked further, 'Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.'
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.
Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.
Meena: “Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”
At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.
Saleh looked deeply at her: “You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.
The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.
Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”
Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.
He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”
Meena was visibly shocked and trembling.
Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly.
Salah: “Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”
Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.
Salah: “Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you. You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just
have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”
At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.
Salah: “You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”
At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly.
Salah: “I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”
Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.
“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.
Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.
“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.
Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.
He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”
Meena whispered: “Yes.”
Salah: “Yes what?”
Meena: “My skirt is too tight for my legs…”
Salah: “You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned.
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.
“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.
Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”
“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.
He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.
Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.
Salah: “Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”
As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly.
He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best?
A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”
She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.
Salah: “Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”
Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.
Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt. Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.
“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.
“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.
Meena: “Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…”
But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.
“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.
Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room. Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.
“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.
Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”
Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”
Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.
Salah: “Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…”
Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.
Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.
“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.
Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?
Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face.
He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”
Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”
Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.
Salah: “I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”
Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.
She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”
Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good
as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”
“No… No…” Meena screamed.
Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?
Salah: “Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”
I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…
Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”
Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.
Salah: “Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”
“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged.
She pleaded and begged the whole way.
It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.
He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”
Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”
Meena: “Yes…”
Salah: “Yes, what?”
Meena: “I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”
Salah: “Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”
Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: ‚How did I get myself into this situation?‘ She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.
She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: “Yes…“
I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way?
In recent days, she was hoping for sure to come out from this incidence with some other, more simpler means. But now I could see that the shock of knowing Saleh’s power claims and unbelievable impudence had mentally knocked her down and at this moment for this small but rude man to make his Tremendously immoral and outrageous demands she was totally thrown by it.
I could imagine that her mind was now racing as she thought about the terrible repercussions and consequence, this could have on her life in the future, if she accepts him further. I knew Meena well. Nevertheless, I could not swear what her answer will be, but just hope... I hoped that she was loathe to degrade herself like this to this piece of blackmailing shit. There were a few moments of silence, between them. They were looking just at each other’s eyes.
After this short pause, Saleh said quietly: “You think that I am the devil my dear, but don’t forget, the devil was an angel first too…”
Then he stood up and added: “I am leaving now. Soon comes your husband and we don’t want to destroy our plans for next games. I call you shortly. I have to speak and deal with major, although I am sure that he is more than eager…”
Then he got to the door…
I needed time to think. I was very astonished that we both, me and Meena had underestimated this small, ugly man. Why we couldn’t see his underlying ego and power on others? At that moment as I thought further about our not many encounters, I noticed that we all were confused because of his body appearance and his social situation. We saw only the surface of things.
I was frightened and ashamed after that.
He was an intelligent and self-confident man, indeed, but precisely because
of this, he could be a real danger to my wife, her future life and our marriage.
I was at the moment very curious to know how the things go on further and how looked our next days and weeks.
As I thought deeply through the situation, it became clear to me; ‘Saleh wanted her as his bitch, he planned to have her completely under his control.’ I was not interested at all to interfere, I was angry and disappointed.
Meena was the Key figure...
Everything was dependent on her way of behaving, on how she reacts to all this and on how she decides...
Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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-- tbc --
On Monday morning, Saleh appeared, but not alone. An elegantly clothed, tall man with gray mottled hair was with him.
They stopped at our gate with a new SUV and Saleh introduced him as his friend, Major, just major but no real name. He looked about end of forties and was a very smart and polite man.
Saleh added that when he is in the city, he lives in the Major’s house.
After first Introduction and normal shaking hands, Major said he brings them to Lawyer and then must them there and ride away.
Meena as a little bit embarrassed and nervous. She told me she is going to come back in a Taxi. She had the day off and I had to go to the hospital.
Then They left…
I had a call from Meena at about noon and she told me she is just arriving home and everything is okay.
Late afternoon she called and told me that she is going to buy some clothing and after coming back, she'll cooks for dinner.
I asked if everything is okay, she said yes, for sure.
In Hospital I was somehow worried all the day, but the compact duty in and two Long surgeries, left me no time to think much about them.
As I came back late afternoon, Meena was not at home. I hurried to my study and turned on the last camera recordings.
The computer clock showed some minutes after eleven as Meena appeared at the gate and then came into the house. Behind her came Saleh.
Before he got to the couch, Saleh said something to her very quietly and laughed.
I didn’t hear and understand what he said, but Meena had a sly smile on her face.
She was in a miniskirt, short heels and a loose white silk blouse that showed more than just a hint of the swell of her breasts, breasts that were clearly unfettered by a bra.
He eased into the couch, and Meena sat down on the opposite chair, her skirt riding up high on her thighs.
She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs, and whispered: “As I said, I promise to pay monthly a part of my salary. I need your account number.“ And gave him a paper and a pen from her handbag.
He took the paper and wrote the number on it and gave back. As Meena leaned forward to take it, she revealed more from her hard nipples that were clearly visible through the flimsy material of her blouse.
Saleh noticed this and ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze riveted on Meena's breast and groaned: “You are a very sexy woman, Meena. Mansour was a very lucky man to posses you as his lover. I am going to make…“
“Please...“ Meena interrupted him and murmured pleadingly.
Saleh abruptly became aggressiv in his speech: “Please what? Please forget and give up your right and all your suffering? Is that what you're thinking and wishing me to do?“
Meena ran the palms of her hands over her eyes. Without looking at him she mumbled: ‘Yes and no. I wish and beg your sympathy and mercy."
Salah: "Look at me Meena and try to accept the circumstances and your position."
Meena looked at his face. Yes, I could see just hate and coldness in his eyes too.
He added: “You are really playing with fire Meena, do you know that? Now tell me
about your times with your lucky uncle… Apparently he could satisfy a hot woman like you…“
Meena didn’t reply immediately, she turned her face, looked down at her hands and murmured: “Please Saleh… There was not so much… It was not so as you think…“
Saleh stood up suddenly, got to her side, caught her hair and brought her face up. Now she was looking with tearful eyes at his face.
Then he yelled: “Don’t lie bitch. This is my last warning. If you lie to me one more time it will be bad for you. You women think you are so intelligent and can lie and betray the men and they didn't notice. Perhaps your husband is too stupid to notice, but don't offend my intelligence. Don't dare lie to me once more.“
Meena: “Excuse me, I didn't want...“ Then she stopped and just stared him.
She was waiting for him, not daring to say something or turn her head away.
For me at that moment she reflected on how she had gotten herself into this situation.
Saleh had made it clear that he should be the Boss in their next meetings, and that this included the right to insult her. Or even punishing her every time she stepped out of line or violated his demands and rules.
He went on: ‘“Now keep your mouth, I am not interested what you want. Don't lie to me ever. I heard you as you even orgasm and cum for him on the phone. You were a bitch, his bitch, and now you are my bitch. Did you understand?“
“Yes.“ She whispered while looking at his eyes.
Salah: "I know and you know that you are a slut, a horny bitch slut. Then don't try to lie to me ever. Do you understand?"
Meena didn’t reply.
Saleh insisted for her answer: “I asked you something!“
Meena repeated: “Yes, Saleh, I understand.“
There was a short period of silence between them.
After that Meena trying not to look at his face, said: “I…I must call Nadir, otherwise he’ll be worried.”
Then she stood up and took the mobile Phone and standing some distance from Saleh began to dilate.
I looked at the time on the monitor. It was the moment that she called me in the hospital. But there was an additional last part of calling that I didn’t notice as we spoke before.
I noticed that in the video after our conversation and saying goodbye from my side and interrupting our call, Meena talked further, 'Ok. and so you are leaving now? Yes, I'm home and waiting, bye.'
After this, she put an end to her call and returned to her chair.
Meanwhile Saleh has calmed down and was sitting again.
Meena: “Nadir comes home earlier, in half an hour, actually.”
At that moment, finally I understood what was going on: she wanted to notify and inform him that there is not much time left for whatever he has in mind and he plans.
Saleh looked deeply at her: “You are a slut, aren’t you?” Saleh asked, while he leaned Forward.
The sudden question shook Meena from her thoughts. She looked up, contemplating the old man who was sitting on the opposite sofa.
Saleh pointed to Meena: “Come girl, come and sit near to me.”
Meena stood up quietly and went to the other side of the table and set down next to him on his left side, but not too close.
He continued: “So, you know it, don't you? Well, no matter what your answer is, I knew that your husband and your uncle adore you in another way but for me you're only a slut Meena, and you are just the best fuck toy I've ever seen.”
Meena was visibly shocked and trembling.
Saleh moved closer to her, sitting next to her, he put one arm around her to comfort her, and with the other he stroked her cheek softly.
Salah: “Okay, I mean you do not look like a tart, but for a man who has eyes and a head behind them, it is clear that you are a hot slut.”
Meena surveyed him. Like me, she thought for sure that how this old, ugly and small creature can speak so and behave as if he is really one of the most intelligent men of the world?
I looked at my wife from the position of the camera once again.
The smart white business shirt which she was wearing buttoned down the front, struggled to contain her beautiful bosom, the buttons unable to close entirely, revealing the hint of a white bra cup. I looked further down and as always, admired her firm shapely legs tightly tucked underneath her tight skirt.
Salah: “Perhaps you ask yourself, how could it be when you do not look and behave like a slut, if you are one? I’ll tell you. You've got a fabulous body, and those tits… Some women are put on this earth for the pleasure of men and to be fucked. Your body, your legs and your tits are always going to advertise the fact that you are one of those women. And some guys feel and see this behind the Surface, no matter how you behave, and I am one of those guys. You just
have to realize that I am such a person, I see and feel this…”
At this moment, Saleh eased apart the buttons on Meena’s shirt, he cupped her right tit and began to squeeze it gently through her bra.
Salah: “You do not dress like a slut actually, but you know that you are a slut. And for me as a man who has the talent and intelligence to recognize this, there is no doubt that you are one. You like being fucked and more than that you love to watch and feel that a man enjoys having you in every way. Yes, my dear, you give a great fuck with your such a body…”
At the next moment, he moved his hand inside her bra, and started to roll the right nipple of my shocked wife between his two fingers.
Meena couldn’t resist it and began to moan quietly.
Salah: “I am sure that you give the best blowjobs a man hopes. I am sure that you take a dick deep in your throat and swallow your man’s meat. You take your lover enthusiastically every way, And I am sure You love getting banged up every orifice the god gave you. Yes, dear Meena, what more can a man hope, and wish to have from his slut?”
Then his hand released the hardening nipple of my wife, and moved down for a short moment to her flat stomach.
To my surprise, Meena stayed quiet and made no move.
Saleh looked for some seconds in her eyes and then moved his hand down and placed it smoothly on her thigh, then his fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on her thighs.
I felt that my cock is becoming somehow hard and throbbing. I could see that Meena’s face is flushed but at the same time I could read the embarrassment on her face.
At this moment, he was staring her stiff nipples and there was apparently nothing she could do to hide their hardness due to her excitement.
“Let's get comfortable, my hot lady…” Saleh said, moving closer and putting his arm behind her.
Meena’s firm body had virtually pinned between his slim one and the sofa.
Then he rested his hand again on her thighs.
I was now feeling how my cock pounded.
“Your skirt is pretty tight, isn’t it?” Saleh said with a smirk, and ran his hand upwards on her shapely thighs.
Meena looked down at her thighs and blushed even more.
He repeated: “It is too tight for your sexy leg, isn’t it?”
Meena whispered: “Yes.”
Salah: “Yes what?”
Meena: “My skirt is too tight for my legs…”
Salah: “You're right, Meena. Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Baby?” He asked, giggling a little as her face burned.
“You have to loosen this.” Saleh said, smothering a laugh, then ran his hand over the side of her skirt and unzipped it.
“What are you doing?” Meena asked with a trembling voice.
Saleh groaned: “Lift up, girl.”
“No, please… He comes home every moment.” Meena stuttered.
He ordered: “We hear his car timely when he comes, lift up.” Saleh snapped, his hand gripping her left butt through her skirt.
Meena Reluctantly lifted so her skirt could be slid down.
I watched the embarrassment in her eyes as she looked and felt herself half naked with her skirt around her ankles.
Salah: “Just relax. We're only going to know each other…”
As I watched I could see the endless and unrestrained glee in Saleh’s eyes as he looked at her body.
He moved further across and then his hand went between her thighs and separated her legs apart slightly.
He moved his hand toward her knickers and began to run his hand smoothly on the silk material which covered her womanhood, then whispered: “And I think any man would give a lot to fuck this pussy, I bet it's one of the best pussies in the city, and sure as tight as a young girl’s arse. You know what I love best?
A tight asshole is my favorite to fuck. It's like heaven, once you've got it, you never forget it…”
She looked up desperately with tearful eyes and saw the grizzled, small and old man staring down at her breasts and talks on.
His gaze lingering just a little over her tits before returning to her face and then between her thighs where his fingers were busy. His fingers approached to the gusset of her knickers and moved it to the side and without prompting slid two fingers into her pussy. They slid easily in.
I could imagine how wet her cunt already was.
Salah: “Wow… you are dripping wet like a teenager girl, baby. I am right, perhaps you don’t look like a slut, but you are one. Yes, and you love being one. I knew from the first time I saw you. A bright brain as mine can usually guess. You might try to hide your attributes but your body will always give away what a Lucrative and shameless bitch you are…”
Meena began slightly to squirm, responding to the probing fingers. I could imagine that his thumb was now massaging her clit, her hips began to move, her breath quickened.
Saleh moved a third finger into her hungry cunt. Then he leaned forward and nibbled her ear: “What part of you hasn't been yet used sexually, my slut Meena? God knows how many men had appreciated your submission and used your excellent body. I can imagine that you enjoy variety…”
His head moved toward her right breast and bit into her nipple.
“Oh… Oh…” Meena squealed.
“Delicious these tits…” Saleh growled as he pushed his fingers further into her increasingly wet snatch.
Meena: “Ah… Ah… please Saleh… Please stop…”
But her hips thrusting yet against his hand, if they are not under her control.
“Not just yet…” Saleh rumbled while his mouth gobbled both her nipples one by one, again and again.
Meanwhile, he ran his fingers down the center of her pussy.
This caused a loud moan in anticipation from her to come out and occupy the room. Then she gasped. I felt that Meena is approaching her wild and forbidden point of explosion.
Saleh suddenly removed his hand from her pussy, then in an abrupt Motion get the hem of her damp knickers and pulled them down to her middle thighs.
Then he stood up. Meena eased back more into the sofa while breathing heavily, her legs were parted slightly and her twat was visible to his eyes.
Saleh smiled as he stood there and looked at the beautiful, hot young wife with almost naked, magnificent body which was ready to be conquered. He looked at the red and moist pussy lips which were waiting with anticipation.
“Open my pants and take it out… You know your pussy is waiting…” He groaned huskily.
Meena involuntarily pressed her legs together and with pleading voice said: “No… Please not now Saleh… He comes back every moment…”
Saleh waited one moment, thinking while looking at her body, then murmured: “Then play with yourself, slut, play with your pussy, I want to see you cum…”
Meena complied, while bringing her left hand to her cunt and then to her clit, she opened her legs slightly. Then she started to rub her pussy and clit vigorously.
Saleh adjusted his position and for the first time touched the front of his trousers.
There was not much to recognize.
I thought either he has a somehow small penis or he has still not an visible erection.
While vigorously working on her pussy Meena raised her hips and groaned in pleasure.
Salah: “Mmmm, yes, you know how to use it, certainly you know how to fuck yourself best…”
Saleh shouted while caressing his dick over the fabric of his trousers.
Meena slipped two fingers into her hungry snatch, thrusting them rapidly in and out and palming her clit.
I knew at the moment that orgasm growing within her.
“You look now just as I like to see my slut… You are my bitch… go on…” Saleh groaned.
Meena’s breath quickened further and she gasped, struggling she arched her back, allowing her fingers deeper access and her hips marched with a thrust of her fingers.
Then I saw her tense, her body seemed to harden and then jerk and spasm as she screamed loud and reached the peak of her climax.
Suddenly I became conscious of my own throbbing cock, which was very hard again, but this time outside my pants and ready to explode... I didn't remember sliding it out of my trousers, but there it was jutting out toward my belly and dripping with desire.
My knees grew weak. How had this happen so quickly?
Saleh let his cock go and bent forward and approached her face.
He took her left breast tightly between his fingers and while squeezing it and looking into her eyes, said: “Did you enjoy it my slut?”
Then, as if savoring the fact that she was such a dutiful wench, he added: “You're such a brave and obliging little slut, I think you do deserve much more fun… You know, I have plans for you. I think variety would be good for such a slut as you are…”
Meena was now trying to find her normal breath. She had her eyes closed and was just listening.
Salah: “I want to see you getting pounded by another cock… I enjoy watching another one gives you a thorough and proper fucking. I think we'll invite the Major. I like to see him as he cums in every orifice of you, I would like to see you end up so sore you could hardly walk by the next day…”
Meena opened her eyes and sat upright onto the sofa while her hand to her mouth, in shock.
She looked wide eyed up into his eyes with a frightened gaze momentarily then she cried out: “what do you say Saleh? Are you crazy? You're not serious I am not a whore”
Saleh was upset again. While standing there, he seemed taller than usual, he shouted: “You must learn to be obedient, bitch. Obedient to my desires and orders. I owe Major a lot and he deserves a decent fuck. He is at least as good
as your uncle and you’ll enjoy it, now I took him today to see you and I am sure that we are going to have a lot of fun.”
“No… No…” Meena screamed.
Saleh sat down looking aggressively at my beautiful half naked wife.
I thought to me, what is coming next?
Salah: “Look at me bitch. Look at me with your fuck-me eyes.”
I watched the tearful eyes of my Meena on the monitor as she looked at his face…
Saleh went on: “You know and I know you want it, you need fucking, you need really good fucking sessions. You need to be held down and fucked really good.”
Meena was weeping now, but she continued to look at his face, as he demanded.
Salah: “Yes, you needed it with Mansour and you need it still… And whether you know it or not, you have got the man who could give it to you. You need a kind of man who would use you however he wants. I am so excited about what lay between your thighs, about how much you know about sucking cock, about whether you had ever taken it up your beautiful ass!”
“No, Salah, stop, please stop…” Meena begged.
She pleaded and begged the whole way.
It was too much for her to listen.
Her plea and each little whimper made him look very dominant in spite of his small frame.
He continued to talk louder: “Whether you would do it or not, there's plenty possibility for me to harm you and destroy your fine, nice life and that from your mother, your sister and your brother… unless you submit to be my bitch, they all go to get every last bit of the story of your father and in addition to it, your love and sex games with Mansour! Do you understand?”
Then he continued with a softer tone: “Okay. I knew you Meena and now I know your body better. I promise you, if you give way and let you go when we play our game you’ll be like a bitch in heat when we are so far into it, do you understand me?”
Meena: “Yes…”
Salah: “Yes, what?”
Meena: “I’ll be… I’ll be like a bitch in heat!”
Salah: “Exactly. That is my girl, and as you are my slut, you'll sleep with whoever and whenever I say. Understand?”
Meena reeled back against the back of the sofa, she had not expected that much.
The expression in her eyes now showed me clearly what she thinks: ‚How did I get myself into this situation?‘ She was wondering and asking herself, for sure again and again.
She looked somehow tired and frightened, she looked down and murmured: “Yes…“
I thought at this moment that in the last few days she was playing with the time to find a way. But was there a way?
In recent days, she was hoping for sure to come out from this incidence with some other, more simpler means. But now I could see that the shock of knowing Saleh’s power claims and unbelievable impudence had mentally knocked her down and at this moment for this small but rude man to make his Tremendously immoral and outrageous demands she was totally thrown by it.
I could imagine that her mind was now racing as she thought about the terrible repercussions and consequence, this could have on her life in the future, if she accepts him further. I knew Meena well. Nevertheless, I could not swear what her answer will be, but just hope... I hoped that she was loathe to degrade herself like this to this piece of blackmailing shit. There were a few moments of silence, between them. They were looking just at each other’s eyes.
After this short pause, Saleh said quietly: “You think that I am the devil my dear, but don’t forget, the devil was an angel first too…”
Then he stood up and added: “I am leaving now. Soon comes your husband and we don’t want to destroy our plans for next games. I call you shortly. I have to speak and deal with major, although I am sure that he is more than eager…”
Then he got to the door…
I needed time to think. I was very astonished that we both, me and Meena had underestimated this small, ugly man. Why we couldn’t see his underlying ego and power on others? At that moment as I thought further about our not many encounters, I noticed that we all were confused because of his body appearance and his social situation. We saw only the surface of things.
I was frightened and ashamed after that.
He was an intelligent and self-confident man, indeed, but precisely because
of this, he could be a real danger to my wife, her future life and our marriage.
I was at the moment very curious to know how the things go on further and how looked our next days and weeks.
As I thought deeply through the situation, it became clear to me; ‘Saleh wanted her as his bitch, he planned to have her completely under his control.’ I was not interested at all to interfere, I was angry and disappointed.
Meena was the Key figure...
Everything was dependent on her way of behaving, on how she reacts to all this and on how she decides...
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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