03-01-2019, 11:18 PM
She suddenly lost her composure. She was probably already dreaming about what Imran would do to her next day but my question, like a nuclear bomb, exploded and brought her crashing down into reality. She stumbled to answer. Her face was long; she lowered her eyes and looked full of guilt. I looked at her but she just could not speak up. I decided to stretch a bit further. I behaved as if I too was dejected as she didn't bother to ask me before making a decision and murmured in a lower voice.
"So is he going to decide that or is it your decision?" I asked. "And I am referring to the place; not about whether to meet again or not". I continued. "I think that's a mutual decision already made. So the question is who will decide the place." I spoke in a rather looming tone.
She seemed completely broken and I enjoyed it a lot (sadist pleasure). "I am sorry", finally she looked up to me and said. "I will tell him in the morning", she spoke indicating that it was too late to call him now and convey her decision of not going ahead again the next day.
"Do you think he will agree?" I stretched a bit more.
"Off course he has to. I will not do anything that you won't like!", she was quick to respond this time. I knew there was no point stretching further. With a grin smile on the face I told her, "Don't be a conventional wife. Be Richa." She didn't look convinced but I patted her and with a broader smile affirmed, "I am sure you will be able to win back your identity card, won't you?" She smiled and leaned towards me for a nice warm kiss. We were soon slept for the night.
The early hours of next morning were somewhat tensed although I tried to be normal. Finally, Richa's phone rang. We knew it was Imran and I asked Richa to attend it on speaker. She agreed but asked me not to speak in between.
"So bitch, are you all set for the day? I will be reaching in some time", Imran was straight to point.
"Oh no Imran! I mean I need to go to office today. Can't take two days leave. Will you meet me at the bus stop to handover the ID?" Richa tried playing smart.
"Oh comon! Anyways, I will be there in a while. Let's talk then", saying so he disconnected the phone.
Richa changed into a sleeveless kameez and salwar and spent a few nervous moments sitting on the sofa. It wasn't too long before Imran showed up and rang the bell. Richa was quick to the door to let him in. As soon as he stepped in, Imran pulled Richa closer and kissed her. Richa tried to resist and moved away which surprised him.
"Kyu start karne ke liye paseena hi lagta hai kya? (Does it take the sweat to get you going?)", he asked Richa in a teasing tone. But before she could actually respond, he pushed her onto the sofa and was kneading her breasts over the dress. He simultaneously stuffed his palm into her mouth and started opening her. It wasn't even 5 minutes since he had entered house, he had slapped on her face and thighs, pinched both her nipples hard and kneaded her breasts. As if it wasn't enough, he pushed his fingers through Richa's sleeves and tried to tear open her dress and at the same time spitted a huge globe on her face. When he saw Richa pushing her tongue out quickly to lick his saliva, he smiled and spitted one more time right into her mouth and eyes. Before she could arrange, he tossed Richa up on the sofa using her hairs and turned her around. He lifted her bums up and started slapping them bare hand. After about 9-10 strong slaps, she was turned over again and her pussy was targeted. Eventually, he lifted her holding her nipples and started dragging towards the bathroom.
Richa knew she had to speak right away. "Imran, please can we......" she tried to open her mouth. But it was quickly stuffed with his feast and a few hard slaps followed. "Kapde utaregi? (will you drop clothes?)", he asked but before she could answer pushed her inside the bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and placed her close. Richa sensed that he was going to urinate as he lowered his trouser. This time though, he didn't push her inside, instead started peeing into the toilet. But Richa's relief was really short when she found her mouth drowned inside the toilet when he flushed. She had enough taste of his urine as she tried coughing it out. Imran then dragged her again and placed under the water tap and started it. When he thought she was clean, he came out of the bathroom with her. He came and relaxed on the sofa while Richa followed him. She didn't sit on the sofa as she was quite wet but stood in front.
"Listen, I want to take you to my room near XXX", he announced. "It's remote so there is no disturbance. I can try some new things there. I am sure you would love it." Richa didn't know how to respond and remained quiet. "Dress only in a salwar kameez. Infact this is fine", Imran continued with his plans indicating that her current dress was alright for the day.
"Can we stay here instead? I mean I haven't stopped you right?", Richa tried to inter vein.
"I know you will never stop me, bitch", Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn't too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn't realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn't allowed to put on inner wear.
Where did she go? How did the day proceed? The next update.
"I know you will never stop me, bitch", Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn't too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn't realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn't allowed to put on inner wear.
When Richa came out wearing a dark blue kameez and white salwar, she thought of trying her luck again to convince him. She was probably not too comfortable going to some unknown place with Imran. And she had every right to! Although Imran wasn't really forcing her to; he had really nasty and kinky likes and he was very very commanding and rough. And moreover, Richa had realized that she had agreed to everything Imran had asked for, so either he was great at convincing or she was weak to him. Her first attempt of denying Imran for the day was easily knocked off and she knew Imran wouldn't be too happy with another argument. But the stakes were quite high too. When she stepped into the hall, she noticed Imran relaxing on the sofa and reading the newspaper. She almost instantly lowered her eyes when their gazes met; such was the dominance of this man!
“Don’t worry! I am not going to make a film or an MMS of yours”, Imran told Richa when he saw her tensed. She managed to bring a smile on her face but wasn’t totally convinced.
“Then why not here? Please, I am not even asking you to stop. All I am saying is let it be here inside the house!”, Richa spoke in a instance in almost a pleading tone. Imran as always smiled first and then got up and walked over to my wife. He placed his hand between Richa’s legs but didn’t really press.
"So is he going to decide that or is it your decision?" I asked. "And I am referring to the place; not about whether to meet again or not". I continued. "I think that's a mutual decision already made. So the question is who will decide the place." I spoke in a rather looming tone.
She seemed completely broken and I enjoyed it a lot (sadist pleasure). "I am sorry", finally she looked up to me and said. "I will tell him in the morning", she spoke indicating that it was too late to call him now and convey her decision of not going ahead again the next day.
"Do you think he will agree?" I stretched a bit more.
"Off course he has to. I will not do anything that you won't like!", she was quick to respond this time. I knew there was no point stretching further. With a grin smile on the face I told her, "Don't be a conventional wife. Be Richa." She didn't look convinced but I patted her and with a broader smile affirmed, "I am sure you will be able to win back your identity card, won't you?" She smiled and leaned towards me for a nice warm kiss. We were soon slept for the night.
The early hours of next morning were somewhat tensed although I tried to be normal. Finally, Richa's phone rang. We knew it was Imran and I asked Richa to attend it on speaker. She agreed but asked me not to speak in between.
"So bitch, are you all set for the day? I will be reaching in some time", Imran was straight to point.
"Oh no Imran! I mean I need to go to office today. Can't take two days leave. Will you meet me at the bus stop to handover the ID?" Richa tried playing smart.
"Oh comon! Anyways, I will be there in a while. Let's talk then", saying so he disconnected the phone.
Richa changed into a sleeveless kameez and salwar and spent a few nervous moments sitting on the sofa. It wasn't too long before Imran showed up and rang the bell. Richa was quick to the door to let him in. As soon as he stepped in, Imran pulled Richa closer and kissed her. Richa tried to resist and moved away which surprised him.
"Kyu start karne ke liye paseena hi lagta hai kya? (Does it take the sweat to get you going?)", he asked Richa in a teasing tone. But before she could actually respond, he pushed her onto the sofa and was kneading her breasts over the dress. He simultaneously stuffed his palm into her mouth and started opening her. It wasn't even 5 minutes since he had entered house, he had slapped on her face and thighs, pinched both her nipples hard and kneaded her breasts. As if it wasn't enough, he pushed his fingers through Richa's sleeves and tried to tear open her dress and at the same time spitted a huge globe on her face. When he saw Richa pushing her tongue out quickly to lick his saliva, he smiled and spitted one more time right into her mouth and eyes. Before she could arrange, he tossed Richa up on the sofa using her hairs and turned her around. He lifted her bums up and started slapping them bare hand. After about 9-10 strong slaps, she was turned over again and her pussy was targeted. Eventually, he lifted her holding her nipples and started dragging towards the bathroom.
Richa knew she had to speak right away. "Imran, please can we......" she tried to open her mouth. But it was quickly stuffed with his feast and a few hard slaps followed. "Kapde utaregi? (will you drop clothes?)", he asked but before she could answer pushed her inside the bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and placed her close. Richa sensed that he was going to urinate as he lowered his trouser. This time though, he didn't push her inside, instead started peeing into the toilet. But Richa's relief was really short when she found her mouth drowned inside the toilet when he flushed. She had enough taste of his urine as she tried coughing it out. Imran then dragged her again and placed under the water tap and started it. When he thought she was clean, he came out of the bathroom with her. He came and relaxed on the sofa while Richa followed him. She didn't sit on the sofa as she was quite wet but stood in front.
"Listen, I want to take you to my room near XXX", he announced. "It's remote so there is no disturbance. I can try some new things there. I am sure you would love it." Richa didn't know how to respond and remained quiet. "Dress only in a salwar kameez. Infact this is fine", Imran continued with his plans indicating that her current dress was alright for the day.
"Can we stay here instead? I mean I haven't stopped you right?", Richa tried to inter vein.
"I know you will never stop me, bitch", Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn't too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn't realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn't allowed to put on inner wear.
Where did she go? How did the day proceed? The next update.
"I know you will never stop me, bitch", Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn't too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn't realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn't allowed to put on inner wear.
When Richa came out wearing a dark blue kameez and white salwar, she thought of trying her luck again to convince him. She was probably not too comfortable going to some unknown place with Imran. And she had every right to! Although Imran wasn't really forcing her to; he had really nasty and kinky likes and he was very very commanding and rough. And moreover, Richa had realized that she had agreed to everything Imran had asked for, so either he was great at convincing or she was weak to him. Her first attempt of denying Imran for the day was easily knocked off and she knew Imran wouldn't be too happy with another argument. But the stakes were quite high too. When she stepped into the hall, she noticed Imran relaxing on the sofa and reading the newspaper. She almost instantly lowered her eyes when their gazes met; such was the dominance of this man!
“Don’t worry! I am not going to make a film or an MMS of yours”, Imran told Richa when he saw her tensed. She managed to bring a smile on her face but wasn’t totally convinced.
“Then why not here? Please, I am not even asking you to stop. All I am saying is let it be here inside the house!”, Richa spoke in a instance in almost a pleading tone. Imran as always smiled first and then got up and walked over to my wife. He placed his hand between Richa’s legs but didn’t really press.
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