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## Update 48: The Negotiation (Avi and Pooja Bua)
After our intense session on the hall carpet, we lay there, exhausted and panting heavily. After a few minutes, we both began to normalize. Bua got up, her movements now unhurried, and went to the bathroom. I was sitting on the sofa, still naked, leaning back. Bua returned from the bathroom, carrying a damp towel.
She sat down next to me on the sofa. We were both still bare, the intimacy of the act having stripped away any pretense. Bua gently lifted one of my legs and rested it across her lap. She took the wet towel and began to clean my lunď carefully, wiping away the sweat and sticky remains of the semen. As she worked, she started massaging my thighs and calves with the damp cloth, her touch firm but tender.
"Did you have fun?" Bua asked, her voice soft with contentment, not looking up from her task.
I glanced at her. "Yes, a lot. I think I made up for all the months you missed," I replied. "And you?"
Bua confessed, her fingers tracing the length of my lunď. "I had fun too. It's been too long since I felt like that."
"More fun than with your husband?" I pressed, needing the comparison to feel complete.
Bua chuckled, a rough, complimentary sound, as she continued the massage. "Yes, definitely more than with him. You turned out to be a long-distance horse."
I inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"Meaning you can last and give anyone complete pleasure," she clarified, smiling widely at my lunď.
I smiled, accepting the high praise that boosted my confidence.
Bua looked at me intently. "The way you were having sex with me—the slow build-up, the focus—it feels like you've done this before, Avi."
"Yes, I have done this before," I admitted simply.
"With whom?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her reserve.
"That's my secret, Bua," I said, repeating the line I used before.
I looked at her, then my eyes fell on her chooť. "Seeing your chooť, it seems like many people have enjoyed it over the years."
Bua scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Don't be silly. I have only done it with Raj's papa and today with you."
"Then what were you doing with Rakesh?" I asked, watching her face carefully.
The name hit her hard. Bua's eyes widened in genuine fear. "How do you know about Rakesh?"
"You can fool Raj, Bua, but not me. I’m the one who noticed Rakesh coming and going," I lied smoothly, keeping my face passive.
Bua sighed, defeated, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "What can I do, Avi? Raj's papa comes once a year. The rest of the time, I know how I survive the loneliness. That's why I lured Rakesh. He was available. But I didn't know that there was a real man in my own house, tucked away in the next room! Now, Rakesh's leave has been granted." She meant Rakesh was now officially dismissed from her life.
"What if he refuses to accept the dismissal?" I asked, testing her resolve.
Bua's voice turned cold and hard, a steel edge beneath the softness. "You don't know him. Rakesh has sex with his own sister too. If he does anything—if he tries to blackmail me or hurt you—I'll tell everyone that Rakesh is a sister-fucker and expose his dirty secrets first."
"You are smart, Bua. Very smart," I acknowledged, realizing her resourcefulness was a powerful defense.
"Forget all that," she said, leaning in. "First, tell me who taught you all this. You're too good to have learned this alone."
"I told you, it's a secret. A promise."
"You found out everything about me—Rakesh, my husband, my sex life—and you're not telling me anything about yourself," she challenged.
I smiled. "Students are taught by teachers, Bua."
Bua's voice dropped to a low murmur. "Meaning a female teacher taught you how to have sex? Who is she?"
"I can only tell you that much," I insisted, holding my ground.
"Why?"
"I have promised her I will not tell her name to anyone."
"Okay. Fine. I won't ask anything more about her," Bua conceded, waving a hand in resignation. "But you will have sex with me every day, won't you? Now that this has started."
"Only when I feel like it," I said, establishing my control in the relationship.
"Meaning? Why would you hold back?" she asked, confusion coloring her tone.
"Did Rakesh have sex with you every day?" I challenged.
"No, of course not. Once a month, maybe," she replied quickly.
"I'll also do it once a month then," I teased, watching her face fall with disappointment.
"Don't do that, Avi. I'm your Bua, after all, and I need this," she pleaded, gripping my knee.
"Okay, but I have a condition for increasing the frequency."
"What is it?" she asked urgently, her eyes fixed on mine.
"I want to have sex with Rakesh's sister," I said, stating the desire that had been brewing since the Mona incident.
Bua was utterly confused, leaning back slightly. "But why with her? I am here. You just said you enjoyed my company!"
"Rakesh had sex with you," I explained, leaning in, injecting a layer of possessive, protective dominance into my voice. "Bua is mine now. I want to have sex with his sister to settle the score for his transgression against my Bua."
"What's your problem with me and Rakesh having sex? Why do you feel the need to avenge me?"
"You are my Bua. How can I bear it that some random man has sex with my Bua and just walks away, without paying the price?" I said, reinforcing my possessive claim.
Bua looked at me, touched by my unexpected fervor. "You love me so much. And I was the one who used to abuse you when you were little. Okay, I'll try to set it up."
I smiled, revealing my full, complex motivation. "I had to do all this, Bua. For one, you won't abuse me now. I can have sex with you anytime I want. And secondly, I'll get another new chooť."
"If you manage that, I'll have sex with you once every week, at least," I promised, securing the future.
Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"
"And until Chachi comes back next week, I'll have sex with you every single day," I declared, offering a temporary bonus to seal the deal.
Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"
"Really," I confirmed.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Bua demanded, pulling me towards her. "Come on, let's do it one more time right now!"
I held her off, taking a moment to look down at my fully aroused lunď. "Not yet, Bua. My lunď needs a special massage treatment first."
Bua smiled playfully. "Oh? And what is this treatment, Avi? Bua is ready to serve."
I explained, my voice low. "I want you to give me a cheek massage with your face. A lunď massage, but with your cheeks."
Bua laughed, finding the request amusing, and quickly positioned herself. She took my lunď in her hand, guiding the thick head to her cheek. Bua began to stroke her face up and down the length of my lunď, starting gently. She used her soft cheek, then the slick area near her mouth, running the skin over the hot, hard shaft. She switched sides, pressing her other cheek against me, rubbing and rotating her face slowly, treating my lunď like a demanding, sensitive tool until the head was glistening with saliva and anticipation.
I groaned, holding her head steady as the sensation of her soft skin against my hard lunď drove me wild.
After the cheek massage was complete, I reached up and cupped her breasts, the weight of them heavy in my hands. "Bua, your breasts are perfect. They are like watermelons—so big and full." I kissed her passionately, then pulled back to look at her. "Now, I want to use your breasts for my lunď."
Bua quickly understood. She knelt down on the carpet right in front of the sofa where I was sitting on the edge. She lifted my lunď with her hands and positioned it, ready to follow my desire.
First, I directed her to use her breasts to massage my lunď. Bua lowered her head, taking the tip of my lunď and rubbing it against her hard nipple, creating sharp friction. Then, she pulled back slightly and used the full curve of her breast, rolling and pressing the soft, heavy flesh against the shaft of my lunď. She repeated the action with the other breast, moving with a rhythm that was entirely focused on pleasing me.
Next, I directed her to put my lunď into her cleavage. Bua pressed her massive breasts together tightly, creating a deep, warm valley. She guided my lunď right into that tight gap.
I started thrusting gently, driving the length of my lunď into the tight space between her breasts. The friction was incredible. I used the heat of her breasts to increase the pleasure, rubbing the head against one hard nipple, then pulling out and rubbing against the other. I put my head down, watching my lunď disappear and reappear as I hammered her cleavage. Bua wrapped her arms around my back, helping me increase the pressure, pressing her breasts closer together to tighten the grip on my lunď. She started panting, caught up in the fury of the action.
I was intensely aroused from the friction. Now, it was time for the final act.
I pulled my lunď out of her cleavage. Bua immediately released my hips and stood up. She quickly adjusted the cushions on the three-seater sofa, then pulled me down onto the carpet next to her.
We immediately moved to the 69 position. Bua was enjoying sucking my lunď with renewed vigor. I was also doubling Bua's pleasure by sucking her chooť, my tongue darting and swirling with intense focus. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on me and my own mouth on her was a dizzying exchange of pleasure.
After a few minutes of sucking, Bua broke the action, panting heavily. She quickly pulled me up by my hands and led me to the single armchair across the room.
Bua then sat down on the single armchair, positioning herself on my lap. I was sitting on the edge, and Bua was facing me, her legs falling over my sides. She was completely in control now. She took my lunď and guided the thick, pulsating head right to her chooť.
This time, she didn't wait. With a strong push, Bua mounted me, sinking all the way down. My lunď disappeared entirely inside her wet, hot chooť. I groaned, the pleasure of the deep, sudden penetration hitting me hard. Bua's eyes fluttered shut as she settled onto my lap, adjusting to my size.
She paused only for a moment, letting her body become accustomed to the pressure. Then, Bua started to move. She began with slow, deep grinds, rotating her hips, making every inch of my lunď rub against her inner walls. She leaned forward, kissing me fiercely as she controlled the rhythm.
The pace quickly escalated. Bua grabbed my shoulders and began to jump up and down on my lap. Her large breasts bounced wildly with every powerful drop. I grabbed her hips, helping to stabilize her, matching her force with my own resistance. The rhythm was fast and relentless, a deep, pounding connection that shook the single armchair.
Then, she switched positions without stopping. Bua quickly spun around on my lap, keeping my lunď still buried deep inside her. Now, she was facing away from me, her back pressed against my chest. This reverse angle offered a stunning view of her gaand moving.
Bua started the jumping action again, using the new position to thrust herself back and down onto my lunď. Her gaand slammed against my hips with every intense descent. I reached around her, cupping her swaying breasts from behind and squeezing them fiercely as she rode me. The feeling was a raw, primal pleasure. Bua was completely lost in the furious rhythm, panting short, desperate gasps of air.
I held onto her tightly as she rode me to the point of total exhaustion. Finally, she slumped back onto my chest, her body trembling violently with an intense, prolonged climax. I felt her chooť seize and tighten around my lunď in rhythmic pulses.
The intense, non-stop ride had pushed me over the edge as well. I released my hips and emptied my semen deep inside her with a final, shuddering surge. We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies.
The intensity of the climax left us both completely spent.
We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace on the single armchair, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies. After several long minutes, our breathing finally slowed and the tremors stopped.
Bua was the first to move. She slowly slid off my lap and stood up, steadying herself. She offered me her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the armchair. Without a word, Bua led me back across the hall.
We walked straight into the bathroom. Bua turned on the warm water and quickly stepped into the shower stall. She looked at me and gestured for me to join her. I stepped under the spray.
Bua grabbed a towel and began to wash me first. She carefully soaped and cleaned my lunď, paying close attention to every inch, gently rinsing away the semen and sweat. Her touch was tender and proprietary, treating my body with care after the rough passion. Once she was satisfied, she set me aside.
Next, Bua turned the attention onto herself. She washed her chooť thoroughly, cleaning the inner folds, then washing the rest of her body. We stood there together in the warm spray, silent and close, letting the heat soothe our muscles.
After we finished bathing, Bua dried us both quickly, tossing the used towels aside. We then quickly put on our night clothes. We walked back to the bedroom, slipped under the covers of the large bed beside Bua, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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After our intense session on the hall carpet, we lay there, exhausted and panting heavily. After a few minutes, we both began to normalize. Bua got up, her movements now unhurried, and went to the bathroom. I was sitting on the sofa, still naked, leaning back. Bua returned from the bathroom, carrying a damp towel.
She sat down next to me on the sofa. We were both still bare, the intimacy of the act having stripped away any pretense. Bua gently lifted one of my legs and rested it across her lap. She took the wet towel and began to clean my lunď carefully, wiping away the sweat and sticky remains of the semen. As she worked, she started massaging my thighs and calves with the damp cloth, her touch firm but tender.
"Did you have fun?" Bua asked, her voice soft with contentment, not looking up from her task.
I glanced at her. "Yes, a lot. I think I made up for all the months you missed," I replied. "And you?"
Bua confessed, her fingers tracing the length of my lunď. "I had fun too. It's been too long since I felt like that."
"More fun than with your husband?" I pressed, needing the comparison to feel complete.
Bua chuckled, a rough, complimentary sound, as she continued the massage. "Yes, definitely more than with him. You turned out to be a long-distance horse."
I inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"Meaning you can last and give anyone complete pleasure," she clarified, smiling widely at my lunď.
I smiled, accepting the high praise that boosted my confidence.
Bua looked at me intently. "The way you were having sex with me—the slow build-up, the focus—it feels like you've done this before, Avi."
"Yes, I have done this before," I admitted simply.
"With whom?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her reserve.
"That's my secret, Bua," I said, repeating the line I used before.
I looked at her, then my eyes fell on her chooť. "Seeing your chooť, it seems like many people have enjoyed it over the years."
Bua scoffed lightly and shook her head. "Don't be silly. I have only done it with Raj's papa and today with you."
"Then what were you doing with Rakesh?" I asked, watching her face carefully.
The name hit her hard. Bua's eyes widened in genuine fear. "How do you know about Rakesh?"
"You can fool Raj, Bua, but not me. I’m the one who noticed Rakesh coming and going," I lied smoothly, keeping my face passive.
Bua sighed, defeated, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "What can I do, Avi? Raj's papa comes once a year. The rest of the time, I know how I survive the loneliness. That's why I lured Rakesh. He was available. But I didn't know that there was a real man in my own house, tucked away in the next room! Now, Rakesh's leave has been granted." She meant Rakesh was now officially dismissed from her life.
"What if he refuses to accept the dismissal?" I asked, testing her resolve.
Bua's voice turned cold and hard, a steel edge beneath the softness. "You don't know him. Rakesh has sex with his own sister too. If he does anything—if he tries to blackmail me or hurt you—I'll tell everyone that Rakesh is a sister-fucker and expose his dirty secrets first."
"You are smart, Bua. Very smart," I acknowledged, realizing her resourcefulness was a powerful defense.
"Forget all that," she said, leaning in. "First, tell me who taught you all this. You're too good to have learned this alone."
"I told you, it's a secret. A promise."
"You found out everything about me—Rakesh, my husband, my sex life—and you're not telling me anything about yourself," she challenged.
I smiled. "Students are taught by teachers, Bua."
Bua's voice dropped to a low murmur. "Meaning a female teacher taught you how to have sex? Who is she?"
"I can only tell you that much," I insisted, holding my ground.
"Why?"
"I have promised her I will not tell her name to anyone."
"Okay. Fine. I won't ask anything more about her," Bua conceded, waving a hand in resignation. "But you will have sex with me every day, won't you? Now that this has started."
"Only when I feel like it," I said, establishing my control in the relationship.
"Meaning? Why would you hold back?" she asked, confusion coloring her tone.
"Did Rakesh have sex with you every day?" I challenged.
"No, of course not. Once a month, maybe," she replied quickly.
"I'll also do it once a month then," I teased, watching her face fall with disappointment.
"Don't do that, Avi. I'm your Bua, after all, and I need this," she pleaded, gripping my knee.
"Okay, but I have a condition for increasing the frequency."
"What is it?" she asked urgently, her eyes fixed on mine.
"I want to have sex with Rakesh's sister," I said, stating the desire that had been brewing since the Mona incident.
Bua was utterly confused, leaning back slightly. "But why with her? I am here. You just said you enjoyed my company!"
"Rakesh had sex with you," I explained, leaning in, injecting a layer of possessive, protective dominance into my voice. "Bua is mine now. I want to have sex with his sister to settle the score for his transgression against my Bua."
"What's your problem with me and Rakesh having sex? Why do you feel the need to avenge me?"
"You are my Bua. How can I bear it that some random man has sex with my Bua and just walks away, without paying the price?" I said, reinforcing my possessive claim.
Bua looked at me, touched by my unexpected fervor. "You love me so much. And I was the one who used to abuse you when you were little. Okay, I'll try to set it up."
I smiled, revealing my full, complex motivation. "I had to do all this, Bua. For one, you won't abuse me now. I can have sex with you anytime I want. And secondly, I'll get another new chooť."
"If you manage that, I'll have sex with you once every week, at least," I promised, securing the future.
Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"
"And until Chachi comes back next week, I'll have sex with you every single day," I declared, offering a temporary bonus to seal the deal.
Bua's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?"
"Really," I confirmed.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Bua demanded, pulling me towards her. "Come on, let's do it one more time right now!"
I held her off, taking a moment to look down at my fully aroused lunď. "Not yet, Bua. My lunď needs a special massage treatment first."
Bua smiled playfully. "Oh? And what is this treatment, Avi? Bua is ready to serve."
I explained, my voice low. "I want you to give me a cheek massage with your face. A lunď massage, but with your cheeks."
Bua laughed, finding the request amusing, and quickly positioned herself. She took my lunď in her hand, guiding the thick head to her cheek. Bua began to stroke her face up and down the length of my lunď, starting gently. She used her soft cheek, then the slick area near her mouth, running the skin over the hot, hard shaft. She switched sides, pressing her other cheek against me, rubbing and rotating her face slowly, treating my lunď like a demanding, sensitive tool until the head was glistening with saliva and anticipation.
I groaned, holding her head steady as the sensation of her soft skin against my hard lunď drove me wild.
After the cheek massage was complete, I reached up and cupped her breasts, the weight of them heavy in my hands. "Bua, your breasts are perfect. They are like watermelons—so big and full." I kissed her passionately, then pulled back to look at her. "Now, I want to use your breasts for my lunď."
Bua quickly understood. She knelt down on the carpet right in front of the sofa where I was sitting on the edge. She lifted my lunď with her hands and positioned it, ready to follow my desire.
First, I directed her to use her breasts to massage my lunď. Bua lowered her head, taking the tip of my lunď and rubbing it against her hard nipple, creating sharp friction. Then, she pulled back slightly and used the full curve of her breast, rolling and pressing the soft, heavy flesh against the shaft of my lunď. She repeated the action with the other breast, moving with a rhythm that was entirely focused on pleasing me.
Next, I directed her to put my lunď into her cleavage. Bua pressed her massive breasts together tightly, creating a deep, warm valley. She guided my lunď right into that tight gap.
I started thrusting gently, driving the length of my lunď into the tight space between her breasts. The friction was incredible. I used the heat of her breasts to increase the pleasure, rubbing the head against one hard nipple, then pulling out and rubbing against the other. I put my head down, watching my lunď disappear and reappear as I hammered her cleavage. Bua wrapped her arms around my back, helping me increase the pressure, pressing her breasts closer together to tighten the grip on my lunď. She started panting, caught up in the fury of the action.
I was intensely aroused from the friction. Now, it was time for the final act.
I pulled my lunď out of her cleavage. Bua immediately released my hips and stood up. She quickly adjusted the cushions on the three-seater sofa, then pulled me down onto the carpet next to her.
We immediately moved to the 69 position. Bua was enjoying sucking my lunď with renewed vigor. I was also doubling Bua's pleasure by sucking her chooť, my tongue darting and swirling with intense focus. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth on me and my own mouth on her was a dizzying exchange of pleasure.
After a few minutes of sucking, Bua broke the action, panting heavily. She quickly pulled me up by my hands and led me to the single armchair across the room.
Bua then sat down on the single armchair, positioning herself on my lap. I was sitting on the edge, and Bua was facing me, her legs falling over my sides. She was completely in control now. She took my lunď and guided the thick, pulsating head right to her chooť.
This time, she didn't wait. With a strong push, Bua mounted me, sinking all the way down. My lunď disappeared entirely inside her wet, hot chooť. I groaned, the pleasure of the deep, sudden penetration hitting me hard. Bua's eyes fluttered shut as she settled onto my lap, adjusting to my size.
She paused only for a moment, letting her body become accustomed to the pressure. Then, Bua started to move. She began with slow, deep grinds, rotating her hips, making every inch of my lunď rub against her inner walls. She leaned forward, kissing me fiercely as she controlled the rhythm.
The pace quickly escalated. Bua grabbed my shoulders and began to jump up and down on my lap. Her large breasts bounced wildly with every powerful drop. I grabbed her hips, helping to stabilize her, matching her force with my own resistance. The rhythm was fast and relentless, a deep, pounding connection that shook the single armchair.
Then, she switched positions without stopping. Bua quickly spun around on my lap, keeping my lunď still buried deep inside her. Now, she was facing away from me, her back pressed against my chest. This reverse angle offered a stunning view of her gaand moving.
Bua started the jumping action again, using the new position to thrust herself back and down onto my lunď. Her gaand slammed against my hips with every intense descent. I reached around her, cupping her swaying breasts from behind and squeezing them fiercely as she rode me. The feeling was a raw, primal pleasure. Bua was completely lost in the furious rhythm, panting short, desperate gasps of air.
I held onto her tightly as she rode me to the point of total exhaustion. Finally, she slumped back onto my chest, her body trembling violently with an intense, prolonged climax. I felt her chooť seize and tighten around my lunď in rhythmic pulses.
The intense, non-stop ride had pushed me over the edge as well. I released my hips and emptied my semen deep inside her with a final, shuddering surge. We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies.
The intensity of the climax left us both completely spent.
We stayed in that collapsed, exhausted embrace on the single armchair, panting heavily, sweat covering both our bodies. After several long minutes, our breathing finally slowed and the tremors stopped.
Bua was the first to move. She slowly slid off my lap and stood up, steadying herself. She offered me her hand, and I took it, pulling myself up off the armchair. Without a word, Bua led me back across the hall.
We walked straight into the bathroom. Bua turned on the warm water and quickly stepped into the shower stall. She looked at me and gestured for me to join her. I stepped under the spray.
Bua grabbed a towel and began to wash me first. She carefully soaped and cleaned my lunď, paying close attention to every inch, gently rinsing away the semen and sweat. Her touch was tender and proprietary, treating my body with care after the rough passion. Once she was satisfied, she set me aside.
Next, Bua turned the attention onto herself. She washed her chooť thoroughly, cleaning the inner folds, then washing the rest of her body. We stood there together in the warm spray, silent and close, letting the heat soothe our muscles.
After we finished bathing, Bua dried us both quickly, tossing the used towels aside. We then quickly put on our night clothes. We walked back to the bedroom, slipped under the covers of the large bed beside Bua, and fell asleep almost instantly.
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