Misc. Erotica Respect and Revenge

[Deepak.kapoor]

Storm in the Bathroom -- 2

As the door opened amidst the patter of falling water droplets inside the bathroom, Meera froze for a moment. She turned around with a start, streams of water sliding down her wet body.

Seeing Sartaj standing there, a mix of feigned anger and shyness appeared on her face. Trying to cover her breasts with her hands, she said, "Have you no shame? Barging into someone's bathroom like this?"

Sartaj, who was still in his uniform, didn't budge from his spot. There was an intense glint in his eyes. He leisurely appraised her shapely, glistening body from her face down to her feet.

Meera's fair body and her prominent pink nipples were stoking the fire of passion inside Sartaj. Whistling softly, he took off his jacket and said, "Meera, I left shame outside just to look at you like this."

Unbuttoning his uniform, Sartaj opened his arms for Meera. There was a demand in his eyes that Meera understood all too well. With a mischievous smile, Meera stepped out from under the shower and went straight into Sartaj's arms.

Her fair, shapely frame was still dripping with water. As her wet, silky body pressed against Sartaj's uniform, water droplets began soaking his clothes. Through the hole, Sher watched Meera's heavy breasts flattening against Sartaj's chest and her hands tightening around Sartaj's shoulders.

Sartaj: (Burying his face in Meera's wet neck and shoulders, voice deep and intoxicated) "Meera... this fragrance of yours and this dripping body... make a whole day's stress vanish in a single instant."

Sartaj turned Meera toward him, looking into her dazed eyes, and began worshipping her dripping body.

Sartaj: (Rubbing his thumb over Meera's trembling lips) "These lips... like a juicy fruit dripping with honey, Meera."

Leaning down, he took Meera's lips into his mouth, sucking them with deep intensity. A suppressed moan escaped Meera's mouth, her wet hands tangling into Sartaj's hair.

Sartaj's lips slid downward onto her slender neck, where he licked away droplets of water with his tongue and left a deep love-bite.

Meera: "Ahhh... Sartaj... ummm... gently..." Her soft whimpers echoed off the bathroom walls, reaching Sher's ears outside.

Outside, eyes glued to the hole, Sher's hand moved frantically inside his pants. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He watched Sartaj's hands slide lower, cupping Meera's heavy, shapely breasts in his palms.

Sartaj: (Voice rising with growing arousal) "How shapely and how warm these are... feels as if the entire city is burning in thirst for them, yet they were made only for me."

Saying this, Sartaj leaned down. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips directly onto Meera's hardening pink nipples. He took a deep, wet kiss, lightly nipping them between his teeth while sucking them.

A dazed groan tore from Meera's mouth, "Ahhh... Sartaj... a little gentle..."

Glued to the hole outside, Sher's state was deteriorating rapidly. He saw how Sartaj's lips left their mark on that fair flesh. Sher slammed his fist against the wall, muttering in his burning mind:

"Damn it... this bastard is literally going to chew them raw. Look how the dog is enjoying himself! Wish those lips were mine... wish I were in that spot tasting this rich cream. Fuck, watching this is tearing my heart apart."

Sartaj pulled Meera back slightly for a moment, staring intently at her heavy, quivering breasts. Weighing their swell in his palm, he spoke with proud satisfaction:

Sartaj: "What a magnificent masterpiece... just looking at them makes one's soul shiver. These pale mountains... they will feed my future child. My heir will grow strong suckling on these."

Without another second's thought, he fell upon them again.

He took them into his mouth one by one, sucking with full force. Meera's entire body jerked with pleasure, her fingers tangled in Sartaj's hair, pulling his head even tighter against her chest.

Blood rushed to Sher's eyes as he watched from the hole. Grinding his teeth, he muttered in his coarse, rustic style:

"Damn bastard! Talking about feeding milk while acting like a hungry calf himself. Motherfucker... pouncing like a madman, as if he'll wring out every drop of juice today. My chest is bursting just watching this. If Memsaab gave me just one chance, I'd show her how real milk is drunk."

Sartaj's hands slid down to Meera's glowing, velvety stomach. His fingers circled her deep navel before slowly crawling downward. Sartaj dipped a finger inside Meera's navel, twirling it softly.

Sartaj: "This stomach... where my blood is growing... so sacred and so sensual."

He didn't stop there. Sartaj sank down to his knees. His hands caressed Meera's velvety, wet thighs as they moved upward.

Sher's eyes widened in shock and his breathing blew like a furnace as he watched Sartaj's fingers trace a path between the swollen lips of Meera's pussy. The instant his fingers touched that warm, silky depth, a sharp gasp escaped Meera's mouth, her nails digging into Sartaj's shoulders.

Sartaj: "Uff... so much moisture... so much intense heat here... Meera."

He buried his face between Meera's thighs, caressing that wet depth with his tongue. Meera's whimpers turned into full moans, "Ahhhh... Sartaj... I'm going to die... ummm... more... faster..."

Sher sat with his eye pressed to the hole, his body trembling with arousal. A single thought kept flashing in his mind: "Wish this hole were a little bigger... then the view of this paradise would be even clearer." He regretted that because of the wall, he couldn't take in every inch of Meera's wet, shapely frame all at once.

His hand moved relentlessly inside his pants. Taking a heavy breath, he muttered, "Have to make do with this today, Sher... what's visible is nothing short of a catastrophe anyway."

Finally, Sartaj turned Meera around, bending her against the wall. Right before Sher's eyes, directly across that tiny hole in the wall, Meera's shapely ass stood out in all its round glory. Sartaj gripped those fleshy cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart as he buried his face in that warm depth.

Sartaj: (In a deep, muffled voice) "Uff Meera... these curves... this shapeliness... you are no less than a heavenly houri. This body of yours will drive me insane!"

Meera let out a long, sharp moan, "Ahhhh... Sartaj... ummm... what are you doing... !"

Outside, Sher trembled wildly. His master's hands were squeezing the very flesh he only dreamed of touching.

Sartaj moved even faster to shed his uniform. The moment he removed his shirt, Meera locked her dazed eyes onto his. Her whimpers had morphed into a deep, helpless invitation. With wet, trembling hands, she unbuckled Sartaj's belt, trailing her fingers across Sartaj's broad, hair-covered chest.

Meera: (Voice thick with passion) "You came home so late tonight... I felt as though this thirst would burn me alive."

Sartaj offered no verbal reply; he simply cupped Meera's face in both hands and devoured her lips. Their tongues tangled inside each other's mouths. Sher saw Meera's back pressed against the wall, crushed under Sartaj's heavy weight.

Then Sartaj dropped his pants and underwear. As his massive 10-inch dick sprang free, it stood rock-hard like a red-hot iron rod.

Sher's eyes nearly bulged out of his head—he had never seen such a long, thick, terrifying tool in his life. The bulging veins along its length bore witness to his sheer masculinity and power.

Sartaj: (Whispering near Meera's ear) "Look Meera... look how desperately it craves you. Tonight it's going to rock your world."

Meera leaned down to look at that massive organ, a cool gasp escaping her lips. A strange mix of fear and desire shone in her eyes.

She touched that 10-inch glowing steel with her soft, wet fingers, stroking it gently. At her mere touch, a hiss tore from Sartaj's throat.

Meera brought her face closer, pressing a short, deep kiss against the flared, crimson head of that erect shaft. She touched the tip lightly with her tongue, causing Sartaj's hips to jerk.

Sartaj: (Grinding his teeth) "Ahhh Meera... you're going to be the death of me... ummm..."

Meera: (Looking up with mischievous eyes) "It's this hot already... what will become of me once it goes inside, Sartaj?"

Sartaj lifted Meera up, seating her on the bathroom's marble counter. He spread Meera's thighs wide open, fully exposing the pink, wet entrance of her pussy. Through the hole, Sher could see drops of her arousal dripping from there.

Sartaj began rubbing the head of his shaft against Meera's wet opening.

Sartaj: "Tell me Meera... can you feel this? This heat... ?"

Meera: (Eyes closed, whimpering) "Yes... ah... it's so hot... Sartaj, please... don't tease me anymore... put it in... fill me completely."

Meera: "Ah... Sartaj... this... this will drive me crazy."

Sartaj applied steady, gradual pressure. As the upper portion of that 10-inch scorching rod slipped inside Meera, her entire body arched like a bow. Her thighs locked around Sartaj's waist like a vise.

Sartaj: (Grinding his teeth, locking eyes with Meera) "Uff Meera... your pussy is so tight... no matter how many times you've taken it, every single time feels like I'm taking you for the first time. It's so hot and tight inside, gripping my tool from all sides as if it refuses to let go."

Meera closed her eyes, her fingernails digging into Sartaj's shoulders. Her whimpers echoed off the bathroom walls.

Meera: "Ahhhh... Sartaj... ummm... it's so huge... go slow..."

Sartaj pulled his hips back and delivered a powerful thrust. This time, the massive organ plunged 8 inches deep into Meera. A scream tore from Meera's throat—a mix of pain and overwhelming ecstasy. She pounded her hands against the wall like a madwoman.

Meera: "Oh God... Sartaj... you're so huge... ah... I can feel you hitting the top of my stomach... ah, wreck me!"

The pace of Sartaj's thrusts accelerated. The wet sloshing sound of colliding flesh and Meera's intoxicating moans drove Sher outside into complete madness.

Sher watched as with every thrust, Meera's heavy breasts bounced like waves. Every time Sartaj's massive tool pulled out and plunged back in, Meera's entire frame shuddered.

Sartaj: "Tell me Meera... how does it feel?"

Meera: "Yes... Sartaj... ahhhh... harder... I want to feel you even deeper... ummm... more... MORE!"

Outside, Sher was rubbing himself so violently inside his pants that he felt he would pass out. Drenched in sweat, his eyes remained glued to that hole as if watching a spellbinding spectacle.

Sartaj had now caught his full rhythm. Supporting Meera's shapely ass from below, he lifted her slightly and began pounding with full masculine power. With every stroke, Meera's heavy breasts bounced wildly up and down; Sartaj squeezed them in his fists, occasionally burying his face to bite them frantically.

Sartaj: (Panting, face close to Meera's) "Meera... I love you Meera! Gather... gather me completely inside you... bury me in this tight depth!"

Meera was on the threshold of climax, her eyes rolled back, arching her hips to meet Sartaj's thrusts.

Meera wrapped her fair arms around Sartaj's neck with all her strength, pulling him even closer. Drenched in sweat and water droplets, their bodies fused together so tightly that not even air could pass between them. Their heartbeats and breathing aligned in perfect unison.

Meera: (Screaming in absolute ecstasy) "Yes... YES... Sartaj! I love you too... ahhhh! I'm yours... only yours! Fill me deeper... make me yours!"

Amidst steam and falling water, their sweat-soaked bodies entangled so completely that it was impossible to tell where Sartaj ended and Meera began.

Through the hole, Sher watched it all—lust, jealousy, and wild obsession dominating his mind. Watching Sartaj's 10-inch steel plunge into Meera again and again made Sher's throat go dry.

Sher (Panting): "Yes Madam... scream... scream like that. Wish these thrusts were mine... I wouldn't let you sleep the whole night."

Sartaj: (In a deep, trembling voice) "Meera... I'm... I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna pour all my love inside you!"

Meera was completely spent, her breath ragged, her fair skin glistening with sweat and water. She locked her arms tight around Sartaj's neck, whispering madly into his ear:

Meera: "Yes... Sartaj... ahhhh! Dump it... dump everything inside me... ! I want to feel how deep you can go... oh God, this is so... SO good!"

Sartaj delivered one final, deepest thrust, plunging his entire 10-inch shaft into Meera's deepest core. In that instant, Sartaj's body went rigid, letting out a deep, guttural roar.

His warm lava erupted inside Meera like a volcano. Meera's eyes rolled back as she released her entire body with a sharp scream.

Behind the hole, Sher went completely insane. Moving frantically inside his pants, a single thought consumed his mind—that it wasn't Sartaj, but himself knocking at the door of Meera's womb.

Sher (Whispering in a trembling voice): "Ah... Madam... this is mine... all of this is mine... wish I were inside you..."

Glued to the hole outside, Sher's dam broke as well. Taking a deep sigh, his body settled down with rhythmic twitches.

Sartaj: "Are you okay, my love?"

Meera: (In a spent, dazed voice) "You... you almost killed me today... it was... SO good, Sartaj."

The storm inside the bathroom quieted down, though under the spray of water, both remained wrapped around each other.

Sartaj lovingly washed Meera's wet body once again, as if wiping away the exhaustion of that precious frame. After caressing each other under the water for a while longer, Sartaj wrapped a large towel around Meera and lifted her in his powerful arms like a newborn baby.

Meera rested her head against Sartaj's chest, the intoxication of their union still in her eyes. Sartaj carried her straight toward the bedroom, his heavy footsteps making it clear that tonight was far from over.

Sher sat slumped against the wall in the dark hallway, the fabric around his zipper soaked from imagining the heat of Meera's body.

Sher took a long, trembling breath. Loosening his belt, he looked down at his now-flaccid shaft. The roar of the storm inside and Meera's intoxicating moans had broken his patience. His manhood had lost its initial stiffness and length.

Sher looked at his wet pants and muttered softly with deep longing:

"Ah damn... all the seed spilled right here. Everything wasted on this cloth."

Feeling the wetness with his fingers, he stroked his sleeping veins with naive desperation: "You shouldn't have ended up here, buddy... your real home was inside Meera's silky, pink pussy. If you'd dropped in there, both our lives would have been a success today. The warmth and peace you would've found there... how could you ever get that in these dirty pants?"

He took one last greedy look toward the hole where Sartaj and Meera were still lost in their own world. His mind remained stuck there, wishing all this 'treasure' had been deposited deep inside that pink cave.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity rushed through Sher's body again, and his organ began gathering its lost length and power once more. Before long, it stood erect again in its full 7-inch steel form.

Sher's eyes sparkled. Looking at his throbbing organ with pride and awe, he muttered with a mischievous grin:

"Holy shit... looks like it heard my voice! It was completely limp just now, and look at it standing tall like a cobra's hood."

Squeezing the hardening flesh in his fist, he twisted it slightly and said, "Looks like this guy isn't ready to give up either. Fuck, it wants to go inside Meera's pink pussy too. It understands where the real pleasure lies. What's up, buddy? Ready so quickly to storm Madam's cave?"

Sher: (In a low, menacing voice) "Granted it's 3 inches shorter than that Sardar's 10-inch log... but where does that uniform-man have the fire of lust, the raw craving that this has? He only used you thinking of you as his wife, Meera, but when this 7-inch doom measures the depths of your flesh, you'll find out what a real man's power feels like."

He remembered Meera's screams—screams of pleasure—but now Sher intended to convert that pleasure into a terrifying sensation.

Sher: "Sartaj has kept you with love, Meera Madam... but when my thick organ carves its path inside your tight pussy, you won't cry out for love, you'll cry to save your life. I'll give you a sweet pain that will turn you into a slave to my lust. Sartaj holds you to his chest, but I'll bend you under my feet and split that ass open."

Squeezing his dick tightly one last time, he gave it a quick stroke, sending a current through his veins. A clear blueprint formed in his mind—he knew when Sartaj had to leave for duty and when Meera would be writhing alone in her bedroom.

Sher: "That waist I only stroked from the outside today, I will push all the way to its deepest end. I'll make you so addicted that you'll forget Sartaj's 10 inches and crave the havoc of my 7 inches instead. Just a little more waiting, Meera Madam... this shapely body of yours will soon be beneath me."

Adjusting his pants, he tiptoed back toward his room. A smile rested on his face that would make anyone shiver.