10-01-2026, 10:16 AM
Across town, the cramped apartment that smelled of engine grease and stale sweat held two men still floating in the aftermath of their shared conquest.
Dattu sprawled on the worn sofa, shirtless despite the morning chill, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared at the ceiling with a satisfied grin. Vishnu sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, nursing a glass of water, his expression more contemplative than celebratory.
"She's hot." Dattu broke the silence, exhaling smoke in a lazy stream. "Can't believe she actually allowed both of us."
Vishnu nodded slowly, fingers tracing patterns on the rim of his glass.
"And the way she played along." Dattu's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "Acting like my wife. Your mother." He laughed, harsh and delighted. "What kind of woman does that?"
"The desperate kind." Vishnu's response carried less triumph than observation. "The lonely kind."
Dattu waved his cigarette dismissively. "Don't care what kind. Just care that she did it." He shifted on the sofa, adjusting himself with crude satisfaction. "And that ass..."
Vishnu's eyes lit up at the mention, a slow smile spreading across his face. He brought his fingers to his lips, kissing them with deliberate sensuality before his tongue darted out to lick each digit individually.
"Can't believe she allowed me to finger her ass," he murmured, voice thick with the memory. "Tight. Virgin." Another lick. "She'd never let anyone touch her there before. I could tell."
"You corrupted the biology teacher's backside." Dattu grinned wickedly. "Your professor. How's that feel?"
"Powerful."
The single word hung between them, loaded with implications neither needed to articulate further.
Dattu stubbed out his cigarette with more force than necessary. "You know what the wonderful part was for me?"
Vishnu waited.
"She kissed me all the time. Like a lover." Dattu's weathered face softened momentarily, vulnerability flickering across his features before hardening again. "Not just during—before, after, in between. Like she wanted to."
"Maybe she did."
"Women don't want mechanics." Dattu's voice turned bitter. "Especially not educated Kerala professors. They want doctors, engineers, Dubai businessmen."
"Her Dubai businessman's fucking other women." Vishnu pointed out. "She came to us. Stayed the whole night."
Dattu's grin returned, predatory and confident. "And I fucked her till I was satisfied. Till she was satisfied." He stood, pacing the small room with restless energy. "Can't wait to take her ass next time."
Vishnu's head snapped up. "Next time?"
"What, you think once is enough?" Dattu turned, eyes blazing with renewed hunger. "I need her all day like that. Every day." He moved toward the bedroom where the sheets still bore evidence of their activities. "Need her tomorrow also."
"Tomorrow?" Vishnu set down his glass, standing to face his father. "Don't hurry."
"Why the hell not? She already gave us everything—"
"She might not feel comfortable coming back to us if we keep rushing." Vishnu's tone carried a warning edge, the street-smart calculation that had gotten them this far. "Need to give her time."
Dattu scowled. "Time for what? To change her mind?"
"Time to convince herself she wants this." Vishnu stepped closer, lowering his voice as if Devika might overhear from kilometers away. "Right now she's probably drowning in guilt. Calling herself names. Swearing it was a mistake."
"So?"
"So if we push too hard, she'll run. Report us maybe. Or just disappear back to Kerala." Vishnu's eyes narrowed. "We approach slowly. Win her trust."
"I don't want her trust. I want her body."
"You want her body repeatedly." Vishnu corrected. "Which means playing the long game." He moved to the window, looking out at the dusty street below. "She already crossed the biggest line. Had sex with both of us. Let me explore her ass. Played wife and mother."
"Exactly. So why wait—"
"Because guilt is fragile." Vishnu turned back. "Push too hard and it turns to anger. Self-preservation." He tapped his temple. "But let her sit with it a few days? Let her remember how good it felt? How desired we made her feel?"
Dattu's frustration showed in every line of his weathered face, in the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
"She'll come back on her own," Vishnu continued. "Curious. Hungry for more. And when she does, we'll have her completely."
"You're too careful."
"And you're too impatient." Vishnu's voice hardened. "Which one of us planned this whole thing? Got her here in the first place?"
The reminder stung, Dattu's jaw working as he fought against his own base instincts.
"Stay calm," Vishnu ordered, the dynamic between them shifting subtly—son instructing father. "Let her breathe. Process. In a few days, we contact her. Gentle. Concerned maybe. Ask how she's doing."
"And if she doesn't respond?"
"She will." Vishnu's confidence bordered on certainty. "Because for all her guilt, she's also been starving for years. We fed that hunger." He smiled, cold and calculating. "People who've been starving don't forget where the food is."
Dattu sprawled on the worn sofa, shirtless despite the morning chill, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared at the ceiling with a satisfied grin. Vishnu sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, nursing a glass of water, his expression more contemplative than celebratory.
"She's hot." Dattu broke the silence, exhaling smoke in a lazy stream. "Can't believe she actually allowed both of us."
Vishnu nodded slowly, fingers tracing patterns on the rim of his glass.
"And the way she played along." Dattu's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "Acting like my wife. Your mother." He laughed, harsh and delighted. "What kind of woman does that?"
"The desperate kind." Vishnu's response carried less triumph than observation. "The lonely kind."
Dattu waved his cigarette dismissively. "Don't care what kind. Just care that she did it." He shifted on the sofa, adjusting himself with crude satisfaction. "And that ass..."
Vishnu's eyes lit up at the mention, a slow smile spreading across his face. He brought his fingers to his lips, kissing them with deliberate sensuality before his tongue darted out to lick each digit individually.
"Can't believe she allowed me to finger her ass," he murmured, voice thick with the memory. "Tight. Virgin." Another lick. "She'd never let anyone touch her there before. I could tell."
"You corrupted the biology teacher's backside." Dattu grinned wickedly. "Your professor. How's that feel?"
"Powerful."
The single word hung between them, loaded with implications neither needed to articulate further.
Dattu stubbed out his cigarette with more force than necessary. "You know what the wonderful part was for me?"
Vishnu waited.
"She kissed me all the time. Like a lover." Dattu's weathered face softened momentarily, vulnerability flickering across his features before hardening again. "Not just during—before, after, in between. Like she wanted to."
"Maybe she did."
"Women don't want mechanics." Dattu's voice turned bitter. "Especially not educated Kerala professors. They want doctors, engineers, Dubai businessmen."
"Her Dubai businessman's fucking other women." Vishnu pointed out. "She came to us. Stayed the whole night."
Dattu's grin returned, predatory and confident. "And I fucked her till I was satisfied. Till she was satisfied." He stood, pacing the small room with restless energy. "Can't wait to take her ass next time."
Vishnu's head snapped up. "Next time?"
"What, you think once is enough?" Dattu turned, eyes blazing with renewed hunger. "I need her all day like that. Every day." He moved toward the bedroom where the sheets still bore evidence of their activities. "Need her tomorrow also."
"Tomorrow?" Vishnu set down his glass, standing to face his father. "Don't hurry."
"Why the hell not? She already gave us everything—"
"She might not feel comfortable coming back to us if we keep rushing." Vishnu's tone carried a warning edge, the street-smart calculation that had gotten them this far. "Need to give her time."
Dattu scowled. "Time for what? To change her mind?"
"Time to convince herself she wants this." Vishnu stepped closer, lowering his voice as if Devika might overhear from kilometers away. "Right now she's probably drowning in guilt. Calling herself names. Swearing it was a mistake."
"So?"
"So if we push too hard, she'll run. Report us maybe. Or just disappear back to Kerala." Vishnu's eyes narrowed. "We approach slowly. Win her trust."
"I don't want her trust. I want her body."
"You want her body repeatedly." Vishnu corrected. "Which means playing the long game." He moved to the window, looking out at the dusty street below. "She already crossed the biggest line. Had sex with both of us. Let me explore her ass. Played wife and mother."
"Exactly. So why wait—"
"Because guilt is fragile." Vishnu turned back. "Push too hard and it turns to anger. Self-preservation." He tapped his temple. "But let her sit with it a few days? Let her remember how good it felt? How desired we made her feel?"
Dattu's frustration showed in every line of his weathered face, in the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
"She'll come back on her own," Vishnu continued. "Curious. Hungry for more. And when she does, we'll have her completely."
"You're too careful."
"And you're too impatient." Vishnu's voice hardened. "Which one of us planned this whole thing? Got her here in the first place?"
The reminder stung, Dattu's jaw working as he fought against his own base instincts.
"Stay calm," Vishnu ordered, the dynamic between them shifting subtly—son instructing father. "Let her breathe. Process. In a few days, we contact her. Gentle. Concerned maybe. Ask how she's doing."
"And if she doesn't respond?"
"She will." Vishnu's confidence bordered on certainty. "Because for all her guilt, she's also been starving for years. We fed that hunger." He smiled, cold and calculating. "People who've been starving don't forget where the food is."
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