02-01-2019, 12:37 PM
Kajol
She had returned home and collapsed on the sofa. Her heart was still pounding from the excitement. She fisted her hand and banged it to her forehead repeatedly. ‘What a disaster. What a god-damned disaster.’, she went on repeating to herself as she played the scene in the professor’s quarter over and over again.
Impaled on Bhimu’s cock on her all fours in the kitchen, what a sight she must have presented to her guide and his better half…
Grimly, she began to recollect the sordid details. The face of the Goddess, so serene and appearing so suddenly when she was riding the waves of pleasure. She had smiled at the Goddess, for her face was the very thing she wanted and surely she would approve and certainly Kajol would be able to pay homage to her feet thereafter… ‘Ah heavens!’, she had closed her eyes in anticipation …
A chill passed through her as she recounted what had followed…
When she had opened her eyes, she had found a sudden look of terror on the Goddess face. Her palm flew up to cover her mouth. Before she could realize, the professor – her guide, was standing at the door surveying the scene before him – where his student was buck naked on the floor with the servant and getting ass-banged. In an instant, the exotic world of pain-pleasure that she had been floating around in had vanished. Behind her she realized that Bhimu had also stopped abruptly.
Prof Bharadwaj was not looking at her directly but observing the scene overall. Abruptly, he turned on his heels and struck the Goddess on her cheek, the sound ricocheting like a gunshot throughout the house. The woman gave out a cry of shock. “Bhimu”, the professor called in a menacing tone.
Bhimu pushed her away and Kajol fell on the floor. Then she heard him getting up and going near the professor. Without any prompt, he bore down on the Goddess, raining slap after slap on her face. She heard the woman sobbing out violently. Bhimu’s onslaught continued and the woman fell down under it, trying ineffectually to ward off his raised hand…
Kajol had come to her sense fully. Springing up, she snatched at her clothes on the kitchen counter and hurriedly put them on. Just outside, the Goddess was taking a severe beating from the naked Bhimu with the professor standing nearby…
Nothing made any sense to her. Self preservation was the only thing that came to her mind. Dressed up, she passed the scene in the verandah where the Goddess was sobbing hard on the floor and mercifully no one had any eye on her. From the drawing room, she remembered to pick up her bag. Then she had dashed out of house in quick strides – almost running … till she had reached the safety of the auto-rickshaw stands and dropped into the first one that she came across. By the time she reached home, her breathing had become somewhat normal…
‘God! How am I going to face him’, she slapped her forehead again.
A fresh wave of shiver went through her. She touched her neck with the back of her hand. It was hot. Definitely, she had a fever coming on.
Then she remembered the state of her clothes. She hadn’t had a wash after her session with Bhimu …
She walked over to the medicine cabinet and popped in a crocin tablet. Rapidly discarding her clothes, she got under the shower.
'What a mess. What a god damned mess!', she uttered again.
She had returned home and collapsed on the sofa. Her heart was still pounding from the excitement. She fisted her hand and banged it to her forehead repeatedly. ‘What a disaster. What a god-damned disaster.’, she went on repeating to herself as she played the scene in the professor’s quarter over and over again.
Impaled on Bhimu’s cock on her all fours in the kitchen, what a sight she must have presented to her guide and his better half…
Grimly, she began to recollect the sordid details. The face of the Goddess, so serene and appearing so suddenly when she was riding the waves of pleasure. She had smiled at the Goddess, for her face was the very thing she wanted and surely she would approve and certainly Kajol would be able to pay homage to her feet thereafter… ‘Ah heavens!’, she had closed her eyes in anticipation …
A chill passed through her as she recounted what had followed…
When she had opened her eyes, she had found a sudden look of terror on the Goddess face. Her palm flew up to cover her mouth. Before she could realize, the professor – her guide, was standing at the door surveying the scene before him – where his student was buck naked on the floor with the servant and getting ass-banged. In an instant, the exotic world of pain-pleasure that she had been floating around in had vanished. Behind her she realized that Bhimu had also stopped abruptly.
Prof Bharadwaj was not looking at her directly but observing the scene overall. Abruptly, he turned on his heels and struck the Goddess on her cheek, the sound ricocheting like a gunshot throughout the house. The woman gave out a cry of shock. “Bhimu”, the professor called in a menacing tone.
Bhimu pushed her away and Kajol fell on the floor. Then she heard him getting up and going near the professor. Without any prompt, he bore down on the Goddess, raining slap after slap on her face. She heard the woman sobbing out violently. Bhimu’s onslaught continued and the woman fell down under it, trying ineffectually to ward off his raised hand…
Kajol had come to her sense fully. Springing up, she snatched at her clothes on the kitchen counter and hurriedly put them on. Just outside, the Goddess was taking a severe beating from the naked Bhimu with the professor standing nearby…
Nothing made any sense to her. Self preservation was the only thing that came to her mind. Dressed up, she passed the scene in the verandah where the Goddess was sobbing hard on the floor and mercifully no one had any eye on her. From the drawing room, she remembered to pick up her bag. Then she had dashed out of house in quick strides – almost running … till she had reached the safety of the auto-rickshaw stands and dropped into the first one that she came across. By the time she reached home, her breathing had become somewhat normal…
‘God! How am I going to face him’, she slapped her forehead again.
A fresh wave of shiver went through her. She touched her neck with the back of her hand. It was hot. Definitely, she had a fever coming on.
Then she remembered the state of her clothes. She hadn’t had a wash after her session with Bhimu …
She walked over to the medicine cabinet and popped in a crocin tablet. Rapidly discarding her clothes, she got under the shower.
'What a mess. What a god damned mess!', she uttered again.
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