[sakurasan]

Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 1

The next morning Isha woke with her thighs still tight from his neck. She took Dyson from the drawer and set it where his tongue had been. It buzzed. She held it there. The buzz felt thin after a mouth.

This thing only buzzes.

She switched it off and left it on the sheet.

When she came out of the bath she heard Kunal already in the hall. She wanted him to lick her again, and she was working out how to ask. She skipped the panties.

He was editing the pictures from his weekend work, his right hand on the mouse. She sat on his left and leaned her weight into him, her soft breasts on his biceps. She took that hand, set it on her thighs, and moved it nearer her pussy.

He looked at her when his palm touched her pussy through the gown.

“Cathy is on a hunt again.”

“She is missing her new friend. Lipson. From yesterday.”

His palm was still on her through the gown. No panties under it. She shifted, and the cloth dragged on her pussy.

“Oh really. I thought Cathy only dates Dyson.”

“They are in a break. He is jealous of Cathy’s new friend.”

“Lipson is Tyson’s accomplice.”

“So what.”

She turned into him. Her forehead came to his chest. Her hands spread on his chest.

He twisted her breasts through the gown. “Two outstanding. Lipson will not entertain Cathy till Tyson is paid.”

She looked at the floor. “Unlike Tyson, Cathy is lonely.”

“We are speaking only on what Cathy owes Tyson. You were cruel to ban Tyson here.”

She hugged his left arm with her whole front. Her breasts flattened on it. She drew the arm in until his forearm lay along her pussy, the gown the only thing between his skin and her slit. She rolled her hips once. The cloth stuck.

“Lipson is welcome here. Lipson is really safe.”

“No. Lipson needs justice for Tyson.”

She put her mouth on his neck and licked under his ear, and her tongue stayed on the beat of his pulse. “Why don’t you add it to the credit.”

He wanted his tongue in her. She was hooked on it, and the want pulled at his mouth. If he gave it now, she would not pay. He held still.

“Nothing doing. Till Tyson gets his justice.”

He took his arm back. He stood and went to the restroom. She stayed in the chair, his hand gone, her pussy hot against the cloth.

Late afternoon Kunal left the house for his evening shoot. Praveen called.

“The documents are good,” he said. “Ask Rohan to proceed if you wish.”

“Good. I have an idea. His birthday is coming.”

“Ok. You want a surprise for him.”

“Yes. Keep the work secret. We surprise him when everything is ready.”

“I will get it ready. I will start the price talk with the broker.”

That evening in the park she asked about the new buildings. He came back to the unfinished one.

“Did Praveen call. Has he verified the papers.”

“Yeah. He said he will contact the broker.”

“I have a good feel about that building.”

“Are you hundred percent sure. Only this one.”

“Yes. Hundred percent.”

“Ok then. We stop the hunt till Praveen finalise what we should do.”

“Sounds right.”

The next morning she woke sure of the day. She was going to get his mouth on her. She put on a bra and a T-shirt that ended just under her ass. No panties. No bottoms.

Kunal let himself in. She was in the kitchen.

“You cook today.”

He took the pan and got the oil hot. She got onto the counter across from him and sat with her legs crossed, the T-shirt lying over her lap. Her legs were bare from the hem down, long and shaped, the thighs smooth where the shirt ended. He stole a look at her calf while he turned the onions, then a longer one at her thigh. She noticed. She shook one foot, then the other, and the crossed leg bounced until his eyes came back and stayed.




“How much chilli,” he said, looking at her thighs.

She uncrossed. The shirt stayed where it was, and her pussy was open to him, level with his waist, the lips full and parted, the slit bare. She held them apart for that look.

“Normal,” she said, and crossed the other leg over.

She is showing you on purpose. Don’t fall. One lick and Tyson never comes out.

He put his eyes back on the pan.

Later he was at the computer. She went to the cupboard under the television and bent in on her knees, reaching to the back as if a charger had rolled there. The T-shirt climbed and stayed at her waist. Her ass was bare and tipped at him. Her pussy showed between her thighs, the lips soft and a little open. She knew the picture she was making. She stayed in the bend for minutes. Her hand moved things she did not need to move. She kept the beg silent. Come here. Put your mouth on me.

He tried the monitor. He tried the far wall. His eyes came back and locked on her pussy. The inner lips had gone slick and caught the light when she shifted. He heard the small sound of that shift, and the sound went to his mouth like a call. His cock was hard. He pulled the keyboard onto his lap, set it over the swell, and squeezed his cock under the keys.

She is waiting for you to break, he thought. Stay under the keyboard. Do not get up.

“Found it,” she said, and came up with the charger. He had not looked away once she bent.

She sat on his left again. Each time she reached for her phone the hem rode her hip, and her crotch was bare beside his arm. When his eyes went there she drew the shirt down. The next reach put it up again. She did it three times, and each time she waited until he was looking.

She was playing the hem. He pulled his eyes to her face, and they dropped to the bare crotch again. His hands stayed on the keys.

In the afternoon she set a ladder at the loft.

“Hold it.”

He held the rails at the height of his chest. She climbed, and the first thing in his face was her ass. Both cheeks were bare, round, and close enough that he saw the cleft and the soft underside where they met her thighs. The want to bite landed in his mouth. He brought his face in until his lips were a breath from the left cheek.




She took one step down. Her full ass settled on his face. His nose went into the cleft. His mouth was buried in warm skin, and for that moment his whole face was in her ass. She shifted, a small roll, and the shift brought her pussy toward his lips. He came back to himself. He knew what she was asking. He turned his face out to the side.

She climbed again. One foot stayed on a lower rung and the other went up, and the split opened her. He saw her pussy lips, full, a little parted, the inner pink waiting. They looked ready for his tongue. He closed his eyes.

“Got it,” she said.

She came down. His eyes stayed shut until her feet were on the floor.

She turned for the kitchen. He watched her back go in, and he went down the back stairs to the bike.

How did she turn into such a hot cat in heat. In my wildest dream I am the one after her, and today I ran from my own goodbye kiss, because one minute more and my tongue is in her pussy and I am eating her like there is no tomorrow. Pretty please, she breaks before I do. I got nothing left.

She came out of the kitchen. Her pussy started shouting at her.

“Can’t you even seduce a womanizer like Kunal.”

“What talent do you have.”

“We should go nuke tomorrow.”

“I need to get licked one way or another.”

The next morning Kunal was in the hall. She walked out of her room in a crop top and nothing else. The top ended at her ribs. From there down she was bare.

His stomach rose to his throat. His cock stood up hard, and the pants showed all of it. The shaft made a thick line. The head pushed a round shape at the cloth. He sat on the sofa.

She stepped between his knees and brought her pussy level with his eyes. A finger came out of her, shining from inside, and she played that finger along his chin. The lips stayed a little open where the finger had been.

“What you want for breakfast,” she said.

He answered. She took her finger off his chin and went to make it.

After breakfast she sat in the single seater at the end of the sofa, turned toward him. She was quiet for a moment. He looked along the sofa, away from her.

“What new shoot you are working.”

He answered. The question pulled his eyes to her, and the next second they were on her hips. Whenever his eyes left her, she waited a minute and asked the next one, and his eyes came back to her.

She stood and went to the kitchen, one foot set in front of the other. Her hips rolled. Each step lifted a cheek, and the cleft opened when her weight moved. She came back on that same walk. She went to her room and came back the same way. He watched her cross the hall again and again. For the first time in his life he felt he would cum in his pants just from the bounce of her ass cheeks.

She came out of her room with Dyson in her hand. She sat in the single seater, leaned back, and raised her legs off the floor. Her knees fell wide. Her pussy was open toward him, the lips parted, the slit bare. She switched Dyson on and set the head on her clit. She rubbed it there.

“What is this show,” he said.

“Lipson will not entertain Cathy. Dyson is rubbing her.”

“In the hall. You are cruel.”

“Cathy’s home. She will sit open if she wants.”

He could not take the teasing anymore. He decided to fold his hand.

“That’s it. Bring Cathy here.”

“Debt is open. Lipson will still lick.”

“Tyson told him, eat. No debt books in the family.”