11-01-2019, 02:48 PM
Shanti as Concubine Ch. 03
The flight landed on time at the Perth International Airport. She got up slowly – form her executive class Raffles seat and reached out for the cabin baggage and waited for the announcement to disembark. It had been a long flight – she had made it finally – made it to meet Dean and that was a long struggle. Ratan and Balu did everything to spoil the party but eventually their love that -is Dean and Shanti who showed it to everybody that it was their love which stood mightier and stronger- finally paving the way for her to receive Work permit and right to reside in Australia.
Ratan was bewildered – angry and was very upset – he was upset because in these 18 months after the first time Dean had come down to these parts – Shanti had studiously avoided him and not even allowed him to touch her forget any conjugal bliss -and all because of the remote support she was getting from Dean who in turn would pull the plug on Ratan with a higher transfer price or a threat to cancel the client order on some pretext -and with the economy not really showing up – last thing one wanted was to give or snap this relationship and make a living go out of the window, meanwhile Ratan got married to a lovely sexy girl from Calcutta -Nandini Chowdury – yes – the same Nandini whom we all know from the Shanti earlier series.
She was no novice to sex but feigned like one -and on her first night and subsequent nights gave Ratan a frightful time – all missionary style and even let a tomato up her pussy to fake hymen rupture.
We will concentrate on Nandini in separate episodes and for now – let us return to Shanti and her emigration to Australia. She left everything behind – including the rights over her child – hoping Dean would marry her -who did promise – he will. He sent her proofs of her divorce with Sherlyn – and convinced her that all was over on that side and also there were no siblings so no issue.
But a few days into her stint at Perth and a couple of nice nights with him – she realized he was using her. But then as had always been the case with this once upon time pious lady – life was a full circle. Shanti found herself being used. This time she did go along but also resignedly enjoyed it – after all – though he was using her – Dean was also marrying her- they were slated to get married in the next fortnight at a local civil court and later exchange vows at the Church – though she was not to convert into Christianity.
A big day in the life of Dean and his quest to make his brother Tim become the Mayor of a precinct near Perth. He was looking for the support of one of the Legislators – Howard Pierce. Legislator Pierce we should say.
The day was well set and Shanti dressed for the occasion in typical western Australian style.
The lunch took place in the back room of La Meriden an exclusive French restaurant often visited by Australian legislators and their cronies. They had the small room to themselves, although it was often used for two or three tables. Shanti knew that Dean had asked that they have a private meeting place, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of La Meriden.
In the front room, a small string quartet played diffused and competitive music, and this music was piped into the back room so that Shanti and Dean and Legislator Pierce could hear it. They were just completing the last of seven courses and drinking very pleasant Bordeaux with their cheese.
Shanti was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Legislator Pierce because she knew that Dean was not zeroing in on the real topic of interest. They wanted and needed the influential Legislator's assistance if Tim Clarke was going to be nominated at the convention.
He had never shown himself friendly to any of the Clarkes, and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about Tim's abilities whenever he got the chance.
He was an old crocodile, as Dean put it, and it was up to them to charm him! Shanti rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations for that room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman as well as an efficient one. When she returned, she noted that the mood between Dean and the Legislator had softened considerably, and she wondered if Dean had already succeeded in getting an agreement from him.
When in his turn the Legislator bowed to the exigencies of the large quantities of wine that the trio had drunk and left the table to go to the lavatories, Shanti turned to her lover and partner and asked, "How's it going."
Dean placed his hand upon Shanti's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Shanti's and Shanti could not help wanting to reach out and smooth his blond hair back with her hands, to hold him to her right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but Legislator Pierce would be back at any moment. Dean's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stocking length of her thighs.
"Oh Dean ..." she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her triangular "V", she was already getting wetter and wetter as Dean's fingers moved steadily up. "Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be alone! She had been in Perth for just over a week now and Dean had fucked her a score times- everywhere and in all her orifices – on the balcony, in the bathroom and of course most of the time on the Floor in his apartments and quite a few times did it even with the blinds off and oblivious to the outside world -but this was nothing – it was terribly out of the world for her when he screwed her on the beach.
And now his fingers advanced across the bare top of Shanti's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her trembling secret cunt. "Ooooooooh!"
Shanti cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Shanti felt in her loins.
"Remember the last time?????" Dean suddenly inquired, and there was urgency in his voice that made Shanti know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well the last time on the Beach. It had been the last time they made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their brownness had shown up at him in the privacy of his bedroom later as she lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching vagina. She wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot now ... right there!
"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.
She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a breathless climax ... that night in Grantsville Apartment when he had sought to punish her for meddling in the Clarke affairs. She had just asked him – why he was needed to campaign for Tim – out of innocence of course.
Dean had taken her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between them. She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.
"The Legislator's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her cream-like colored thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and it will mean he's ours!"
In spite of herself, Shanti bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young lover was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately. Legislator Pierce would certainly fall right into their laps if they were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to traverse her elegantly-clothed body. She felt a rush of anger as she saw Legislator Pierce returning from the men's room. There was no time to answer.
Dean whispered, "Just follow my lead and go along with what I say. I know I can count on you!"
Shanti felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Dean had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Legislator Pierce was right there at the table now, sitting back down. It must be perfectly obvious why Dean is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine.
The flight landed on time at the Perth International Airport. She got up slowly – form her executive class Raffles seat and reached out for the cabin baggage and waited for the announcement to disembark. It had been a long flight – she had made it finally – made it to meet Dean and that was a long struggle. Ratan and Balu did everything to spoil the party but eventually their love that -is Dean and Shanti who showed it to everybody that it was their love which stood mightier and stronger- finally paving the way for her to receive Work permit and right to reside in Australia.
Ratan was bewildered – angry and was very upset – he was upset because in these 18 months after the first time Dean had come down to these parts – Shanti had studiously avoided him and not even allowed him to touch her forget any conjugal bliss -and all because of the remote support she was getting from Dean who in turn would pull the plug on Ratan with a higher transfer price or a threat to cancel the client order on some pretext -and with the economy not really showing up – last thing one wanted was to give or snap this relationship and make a living go out of the window, meanwhile Ratan got married to a lovely sexy girl from Calcutta -Nandini Chowdury – yes – the same Nandini whom we all know from the Shanti earlier series.
She was no novice to sex but feigned like one -and on her first night and subsequent nights gave Ratan a frightful time – all missionary style and even let a tomato up her pussy to fake hymen rupture.
We will concentrate on Nandini in separate episodes and for now – let us return to Shanti and her emigration to Australia. She left everything behind – including the rights over her child – hoping Dean would marry her -who did promise – he will. He sent her proofs of her divorce with Sherlyn – and convinced her that all was over on that side and also there were no siblings so no issue.
But a few days into her stint at Perth and a couple of nice nights with him – she realized he was using her. But then as had always been the case with this once upon time pious lady – life was a full circle. Shanti found herself being used. This time she did go along but also resignedly enjoyed it – after all – though he was using her – Dean was also marrying her- they were slated to get married in the next fortnight at a local civil court and later exchange vows at the Church – though she was not to convert into Christianity.
A big day in the life of Dean and his quest to make his brother Tim become the Mayor of a precinct near Perth. He was looking for the support of one of the Legislators – Howard Pierce. Legislator Pierce we should say.
The day was well set and Shanti dressed for the occasion in typical western Australian style.
The lunch took place in the back room of La Meriden an exclusive French restaurant often visited by Australian legislators and their cronies. They had the small room to themselves, although it was often used for two or three tables. Shanti knew that Dean had asked that they have a private meeting place, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of La Meriden.
In the front room, a small string quartet played diffused and competitive music, and this music was piped into the back room so that Shanti and Dean and Legislator Pierce could hear it. They were just completing the last of seven courses and drinking very pleasant Bordeaux with their cheese.
Shanti was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Legislator Pierce because she knew that Dean was not zeroing in on the real topic of interest. They wanted and needed the influential Legislator's assistance if Tim Clarke was going to be nominated at the convention.
He had never shown himself friendly to any of the Clarkes, and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about Tim's abilities whenever he got the chance.
He was an old crocodile, as Dean put it, and it was up to them to charm him! Shanti rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations for that room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman as well as an efficient one. When she returned, she noted that the mood between Dean and the Legislator had softened considerably, and she wondered if Dean had already succeeded in getting an agreement from him.
When in his turn the Legislator bowed to the exigencies of the large quantities of wine that the trio had drunk and left the table to go to the lavatories, Shanti turned to her lover and partner and asked, "How's it going."
Dean placed his hand upon Shanti's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Shanti's and Shanti could not help wanting to reach out and smooth his blond hair back with her hands, to hold him to her right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but Legislator Pierce would be back at any moment. Dean's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stocking length of her thighs.
"Oh Dean ..." she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her triangular "V", she was already getting wetter and wetter as Dean's fingers moved steadily up. "Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be alone! She had been in Perth for just over a week now and Dean had fucked her a score times- everywhere and in all her orifices – on the balcony, in the bathroom and of course most of the time on the Floor in his apartments and quite a few times did it even with the blinds off and oblivious to the outside world -but this was nothing – it was terribly out of the world for her when he screwed her on the beach.
And now his fingers advanced across the bare top of Shanti's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her trembling secret cunt. "Ooooooooh!"
Shanti cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Shanti felt in her loins.
"Remember the last time?????" Dean suddenly inquired, and there was urgency in his voice that made Shanti know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well the last time on the Beach. It had been the last time they made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their brownness had shown up at him in the privacy of his bedroom later as she lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching vagina. She wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot now ... right there!
"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.
She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a breathless climax ... that night in Grantsville Apartment when he had sought to punish her for meddling in the Clarke affairs. She had just asked him – why he was needed to campaign for Tim – out of innocence of course.
Dean had taken her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between them. She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.
"The Legislator's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her cream-like colored thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and it will mean he's ours!"
In spite of herself, Shanti bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young lover was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately. Legislator Pierce would certainly fall right into their laps if they were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to traverse her elegantly-clothed body. She felt a rush of anger as she saw Legislator Pierce returning from the men's room. There was no time to answer.
Dean whispered, "Just follow my lead and go along with what I say. I know I can count on you!"
Shanti felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Dean had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Legislator Pierce was right there at the table now, sitting back down. It must be perfectly obvious why Dean is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine.
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