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Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 2

They smiled at each other. She stood with Dyson still inside her pussy. She climbed onto the sofa, set a foot on each side of his hips, and brought her pussy to his face. He pulled Dyson out of her.

She bent her knees and sat her pussy on his mouth. Both hands took his hair.

“Eat me now.”

His tongue came out and stayed broad. She rolled her hips and dragged her pussy across it. Her lips opened over his mouth. Her clit caught his upper lip and she made a raw sound, not a word.

Each drop ended in a slap of her on his lips. When she rose, his tongue left her hole with a sticky sound. A shine sat on his mouth. Her taste was sharp. It turned thick and ran over his chin onto his shirt.

“Haah. Stay. Cathy is fucking you.”

“Take him,” he said into her clit, and the words buzzed there.

She held his head and drove her hole onto his tongue, so deep the tongue had to bend inside her. His cock strained in his pants.

Her thighs shook against his ears. She shoved her pussy hard onto his face and came. It spilled over his lip and down his chin. She kept his hair.

“Again. Haah.”

She lifted an inch. He gasped. She sat before the gasp finished, and she put more of her weight on his mouth. His nose went into her and his air stopped. She felt the fight in his neck and rose just enough for one breath, then sat hard again.

She sawed her clit along the flat of his tongue. Then she dropped. The tongue went deep. She rolled her hips so it pressed one side of her and then the other.

“Nh. There. Do not help.”

He groaned. The groan went up into her.

“That sound. Again.”

He groaned into her clit. She came a second time and ground through it. Her hole clenched on his tongue.

“Eat,” she said. “Haah. Tyson said eat. So eat.”

He opened his mouth wider. Her pussy mashed to his face, his tongue deep, her clit on his lip. The third one took her hard.

She stayed down. His tongue was still inside her, and her pussy rested on his mouth while she shook.

She climbed down. He pushed her clear of the sofa and went into her bathroom.

She took her time walking to her room. The bathroom door was shut and locked. He was still inside. She put on a petticoat and went to cook lunch.

The afternoon passed like any other day. When he stood to leave, he opened his arms for the goodbye kiss.

She caught the petticoat and raised it to her waist. She lifted one leg and held the knee high.

“Kiss Cathy instead. She misses you more.”

He knelt on the floor. The raised leg opened her, and he kissed her pussy. Then he ate. His tongue pushed into her. His lips worked her clit. She heard his mouth on her. She kept one hand in his hair. Her standing leg buckled. He held her hip and stayed on his knees, eating her until she had that leg under her again.

Praveen had settled the price with the broker. He had told the broker about Isha’s surprise for Rohan, and asked him to act accordingly.

That evening she and Rohan went to the building again. The broker was not there yet. They walked the floors. Rohan unfolded a plan he had drawn, ruled and lettered the way he drew at work, the rooms she had asked for, and guest rooms for the parents.

“Can we book this place already,” he said.

“We will soon.”

“Any update from Praveen.”

“The documents are good. He is asking for the price.”

“Isn’t it already a good price.”

“This is why you are not negotiating. We are signing a lock agreement today.”

“Without an advance.”

“Ten thousand is good. Our broker trusts Praveen. He will lock this for us for at least a month.”

“Good. Are you still planning to come to my home for the weekend.”

“Everyone there is fine.”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“I am thinking of staying the full week. You do not mind.”

“I have to come back. I will miss you here. My mom will love it.”

The broker came through the gate. Isha handed him a cover.

“Praveen asked me to give you this.”

The cover held a demand draft for the advance, everything she had saved from her salary. The broker tucked it away. He held his phone out. Rohan sent ten thousand to the account on the screen. The broker gave them the signed lock agreement.

She came home happy. She bathed, and while she dried herself she saw yesterday’s bra hanging on the towel rod. She had left it on the pile. Someone else had moved it. She took it down. The cups were wet through. Then the smell reached her. It was his cum.

He had gone to her bathroom each time she teased him. The bra had been around his cock. He had come into the cup and hung it on the rod. She knew this smell. He had made her rub it into her breasts.

She put the wet bra on. His cum lay on her breasts inside the cups. She left the nighty on the peg and slept in the bra.

The next day she opened the door in a blouse and a petticoat and nothing else.

She lay on her back on the sofa. Kunal pushed the petticoat to her waist and put his mouth on her. She held his hair. His tongue stayed on her until her hips rose off the cushion and she came crying his name. She dropped back, loose. He went to the bathroom.

She waited at the door. He came out. She went in at once. The bra was on the rod, wet again. She took off the blouse and put the bra on. She came out in the petticoat and that bra.

“It is wet, no,” he said.

“I am not wasting the skincare.”

Late afternoon he helped her pack.

“Full week there. You sure.”

“Don’t worry. Cathy will be on monthly break anyway.”

“I will miss kiss and hug.”

“Don’t lie. You are taking your things also.”

“Yes. Why come till here for empty house.”

She sent him off. She bathed and got ready. Rohan came on time. They left for his native.

After he left for Pune on Monday, she sat with Lata and held out her phone. The building came up room after room. She had walked it with him already. She wanted to give it to him on his birthday, and she needed both of them. They would keep it until that day.

Lata went through the pictures once. When his father came in from the lane, she put the phone in his hand and told him Isha had found their house for Rohan’s birthday. He went through the rooms, gave the phone back, and asked who had checked the papers.

Isha called Praveen and put him on the speaker. His father leaned toward the phone. Praveen took him through the clean title, the price already written down, and the advance already paid. His father asked about the well, the road in, and the houses on either side, and Praveen stayed with him through the last question.

He finally agreed. He asked to see the building once before the registration. On Saturday his parents and Isha would come to Pune. She would show them the building, and they would go back the same day.

In Pune they had the old evening again, after a long time. They watched the news and said what they thought of it. A question had been nagging Rohan for more than a month. He took a deep breath and asked.

“Isha is doing well with my mom.”

“Who will not. Both are lovely people.”

“But it is at my expense. She has all my old stories, one after another.”

“Thank God. She does not know my stories.”

“I know every one of them.”

“You will not. We have bro code.”

“Bro code is active. So you should keep me in the light.”

“Fire away. Any question.”

“The third time. Has it happened.”

“Not yet.”

Kunal saw relief on Rohan’s face first. Then he saw the disappointment.

“But very soon. I am really close.”

He winked. Rohan sat forward.

“Oh. Really.”

“Yes. I can assure you. She is very happy with whatever I am doing.”

“That is the most important thing.”

“I know that. It is important to me because it is important to you.”

“After it happens, may I know. Not the details. Only if it happened.”

“Sure. How about a message with three thumbs up.”

“That will do.”

“After that you should not ask me. This time I am trying for the long game.”

“I promise on bro code. I will not ask.”

On Saturday Isha brought his parents to the building. They walked through it and came out happy. With the seller and the broker they went through the money and the dates.

“The day before his birthday,” Lata said. “That will be the most auspicious day.”

“That will be a better surprise too. He will not guess.”

The seller checked his calendar and said that day worked.

That night he called her.

“When you are coming back.”

“Few more days.”

“I know Ma cooks well.”

“Don’t forget her cupboard.”

“Yes. That too. But this week has been tough. I am missing you.”

“No need to miss too much. I am in Pune now.”

“Are you kidding.”

“I did a good one.”

Sunday he took her through their malls and into a theatre. He kissed her whenever an aisle was empty, and in the dark his mouth stayed on hers.




Monday, as soon as she woke up, she clicked the sunrise from her window and sent it to Kunal.




She bathed, and when she opened the door he was in the hall with his things already down.

He kissed her and pressed her ass. He gathered the gown in his hands and raised the hem. Once it was above her ass, he lifted the gown off and she raised her hands. He unhooked the bra at her back. She took it from between them and threw it down. He was in his trunks. He carried her to the dining table, laid her on her back, and took hold of her panties.

“Cathy is your breakfast.”

“Cathy is breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“She would love to be your all you can eat buffet.”

“One week hunger. Good day for Cathy.”

He drew the panties off and licked her pussy like a mad dog, face shoved in, tongue wide, groaning into her. He kept his face between her thighs until she came. It flooded his mouth and his chin. Then he stood. He picked up her bra, wiped his face, and took a step toward her room.

She felt guilty. He had stayed until she came, and now he was going to her room alone, still hard for her.

“Wait.”

He turned.

She got off the table, picked up her panties, and put them on.

“From now, if Cathy is covered, Tyson can come out.”

His eyes were bright. “Finally freedom.”