11-01-2019, 02:54 PM
Shanti as Concubine Ch. 07
First thing first – Shanti wanted to finish off the Janardhan issue before stepping into the new world of Escorts. She was very excited and also was very thrilled at the prospect of having a hunk like Kamesh, she just could not get that guy off her mind, but needed to get this Janardhan the Politician off her back.
She just did not see any reason to build any more relationship with Sridhar- wanted to severe all relationship and move forward in life.
They had another long discussion last night after she came back from the Jaipur fuck tryst and it was mutually agreed. She asked him to start the divorce proceedings and it was very clear in her mind, she will move into her own accommodation, and may be keep Aparna with her or even started to look at alternatives like leaving the kid with her mother in Chennai. Sridhar would not mind that and it was not his cup of tea to have woeful of issues around such issues.
She called upon Sridhar to tell her that it was important to start the separation process quickly, and he was quick to point out the Janardhan program and only if she agreed to go through it this night by meeting him at his office, will the deal be off and Sridhar get a reprieve. Shanti wanted to get away from this a move forward.
Janardhan was a 43 year old young man, not very handsome but had a queer glint in his eyes and even at 5'5" – was a Casanova in his own right. He never married because his childhood romance flopped and he decided to take revenge by fucking all available pussies and never trusted a woman after that.
Sridhar was a distant cousin, and this was not known to Shanti but Janardhan and Sridhar knew this and it was only appropriate for the retribution. Janardhan hated Sridhar right from his childhood days. They were always rivals. He was the only one in the family who never attended any family rituals and was obvious from his missing the marriage of Sridhar to Shanti. But had seen her photos and was pretty entranced by the young woman and had no doubts in his mind that she was a slut and a slut in the best of both worlds.
Shanti arrived at the place well in time, wearing a nice traditional South Indian sari and blouse with a perky maroon bra and a similar color panty. She was ushered into the Board room where he was seated and stunned by her looks. He had a hard on even before she shook hands with him and when she came near him and hair touched his shoulders, it was mayhem in his pants. He knew he was to have her sooner than it became impossible for him to control his urge to leak.
He quickly ushered her into his inner den where the couch told her – what she was to do, and Shanti behaved like the perfect slut. She did not waste much time and sat on the chair next to the couch and looked radiating at him, he came closer to her and took her face in her hands and asked her, "You are very pretty. Never knew that an impotent can have a bitch like you, he does not deserve you."
Now for Janardhan, after Sriram had confided in him, seducing Sridhar's pretty wife had been merely an intriguing idea at first but now he was much more excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the naive, full- breasted Shanti seated on the couch before him. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, dark-haired young housewife of his own cousin who was now smiling up at him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of aphrodisiac in the lemon juice he had poured and she unsuspectingly accepted.
The beautiful Mrs.Sridhar might even try to play hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated despite all the moral values and idiotic principles that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress during the relatively short span of her life. Seeing them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth working for and one that should not be bought too easily.
Janardhan pictured the almost sex oozing slut lying flat on her back with her long, splendid legs pried wide apart and just the thought of the helpless mewling grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, brown lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside his trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down hurriedly beside her before the throbbing bulge betrayed his true intentions.
"Oh, I really do like this drink," Shanti beamed with a smile of surprise after she had lifted her glass and taken a small experimental sip. It tasted like liquid Tropicana and went down very smoothly, like velvet. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the satiny sweetness.
"Now isn't that better, my dear Shanti? Drink up," Janardhan yelled, smirking to him as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched the innocent wife of his cousin finish off the contents of her glass and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion.
But he knew he had to be careful. After all, the little lady would be going home to her husband that evening and Janardhan found himself wondering sardonically if the impotent cousin would even know what to do if his choice little wife suddenly began to behave like a sex-crazed slut. It would be interesting to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he would have to watch his step until he had her completely under his influence, which, if he had his way, would not take very long to accomplish.
"So then, tell me about your problems, Shanti," the older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Sridhar that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of yours."
"Oh, Janardhan, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory flesh, and suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this wealthy imposing man who was now sitting so close to her.
Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with Janardhan, she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and slowly announced, "Sridhar doesn't take me seriously at all, Mr. Janardhankanth ... I mean, Janardhan. No matter what I do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and to tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it. I want to show him that I have a good mind and am perfectly capable of using it!"
"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Janardhan soothed as he reached over and patted her arm to confirm his words. "And I'm sure that together, you and I will be able to figure out a way to show him that you're not someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of fact, if you weren't married to Sridhar, you'd probably have a career of your own and, if you don't mind my saying so, there would be quite a few men after your beautiful young body."
Shanti shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone in his voice and at the unexpected boldness of his somehow clammy touch. Before, he had been gracious and rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of her marital troubles with Sridhar, but now, suddenly, he had changed in a matter of minutes. And she also detected a certain brazen confidence in his manner that frightened her and for some reasons made her feel even more apprehensive than she had felt when she had first walked into his office.
She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of the comforting warmth that the juice had given her, but she found that her glass was empty.
"I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle- aged company president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring down unhappily into her glass. As the exquisitely- shaped young dusky pussy looked up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your husband might think that you were out doing something naughty this evening, instead of staying home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."
Humming softly, he reached over and closed his arm around her slim waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his broad muscular shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken out of her by Janardhan's last words about her husband's constant chase with his ever lasting impotency. She had never dared to ask Sridhar how actually he got to be impotent but now a terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why their own sex life was suffering so much.
"I am divorcing him, will you marry me?" Shanti rubbed her forefinger across her upper lip and it only added to the torment and he moved forward to slap her across, she at the nick of the moment caught his hand and slowly put it aside. He was surprised at her pace.
She had moved real fast. He caught her in his hands and slowly planted a nice kiss on her naked back just below the neck and slowly undid the tied knot holding the lovely blouse.
The blouse was loose but did not come off, and Shanti did nothing to get it off her body. She wanted him to have it his way.
They looked into each other's eyes and it became more and more apparent that – time was not going to stop either of them from going on with the clinical work of fucking. Shanti was without any inhibitions and it was Kamesh on her mind. She was going to fuck Janardhan but fantasize Kamesh..That young man was her idol for extreme sex.
But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Janardhan slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her breast through the blouse. He could see the change in her expression as the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he waited, knowing she was not quite ready yet, but in a few minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly persuasion on his part would quell any resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for her.
First thing first – Shanti wanted to finish off the Janardhan issue before stepping into the new world of Escorts. She was very excited and also was very thrilled at the prospect of having a hunk like Kamesh, she just could not get that guy off her mind, but needed to get this Janardhan the Politician off her back.
She just did not see any reason to build any more relationship with Sridhar- wanted to severe all relationship and move forward in life.
They had another long discussion last night after she came back from the Jaipur fuck tryst and it was mutually agreed. She asked him to start the divorce proceedings and it was very clear in her mind, she will move into her own accommodation, and may be keep Aparna with her or even started to look at alternatives like leaving the kid with her mother in Chennai. Sridhar would not mind that and it was not his cup of tea to have woeful of issues around such issues.
She called upon Sridhar to tell her that it was important to start the separation process quickly, and he was quick to point out the Janardhan program and only if she agreed to go through it this night by meeting him at his office, will the deal be off and Sridhar get a reprieve. Shanti wanted to get away from this a move forward.
Janardhan was a 43 year old young man, not very handsome but had a queer glint in his eyes and even at 5'5" – was a Casanova in his own right. He never married because his childhood romance flopped and he decided to take revenge by fucking all available pussies and never trusted a woman after that.
Sridhar was a distant cousin, and this was not known to Shanti but Janardhan and Sridhar knew this and it was only appropriate for the retribution. Janardhan hated Sridhar right from his childhood days. They were always rivals. He was the only one in the family who never attended any family rituals and was obvious from his missing the marriage of Sridhar to Shanti. But had seen her photos and was pretty entranced by the young woman and had no doubts in his mind that she was a slut and a slut in the best of both worlds.
Shanti arrived at the place well in time, wearing a nice traditional South Indian sari and blouse with a perky maroon bra and a similar color panty. She was ushered into the Board room where he was seated and stunned by her looks. He had a hard on even before she shook hands with him and when she came near him and hair touched his shoulders, it was mayhem in his pants. He knew he was to have her sooner than it became impossible for him to control his urge to leak.
He quickly ushered her into his inner den where the couch told her – what she was to do, and Shanti behaved like the perfect slut. She did not waste much time and sat on the chair next to the couch and looked radiating at him, he came closer to her and took her face in her hands and asked her, "You are very pretty. Never knew that an impotent can have a bitch like you, he does not deserve you."
Now for Janardhan, after Sriram had confided in him, seducing Sridhar's pretty wife had been merely an intriguing idea at first but now he was much more excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the naive, full- breasted Shanti seated on the couch before him. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, dark-haired young housewife of his own cousin who was now smiling up at him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of aphrodisiac in the lemon juice he had poured and she unsuspectingly accepted.
The beautiful Mrs.Sridhar might even try to play hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated despite all the moral values and idiotic principles that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress during the relatively short span of her life. Seeing them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth working for and one that should not be bought too easily.
Janardhan pictured the almost sex oozing slut lying flat on her back with her long, splendid legs pried wide apart and just the thought of the helpless mewling grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, brown lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside his trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down hurriedly beside her before the throbbing bulge betrayed his true intentions.
"Oh, I really do like this drink," Shanti beamed with a smile of surprise after she had lifted her glass and taken a small experimental sip. It tasted like liquid Tropicana and went down very smoothly, like velvet. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the satiny sweetness.
"Now isn't that better, my dear Shanti? Drink up," Janardhan yelled, smirking to him as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched the innocent wife of his cousin finish off the contents of her glass and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion.
But he knew he had to be careful. After all, the little lady would be going home to her husband that evening and Janardhan found himself wondering sardonically if the impotent cousin would even know what to do if his choice little wife suddenly began to behave like a sex-crazed slut. It would be interesting to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he would have to watch his step until he had her completely under his influence, which, if he had his way, would not take very long to accomplish.
"So then, tell me about your problems, Shanti," the older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Sridhar that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes of yours."
"Oh, Janardhan, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory flesh, and suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this wealthy imposing man who was now sitting so close to her.
Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with Janardhan, she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap and slowly announced, "Sridhar doesn't take me seriously at all, Mr. Janardhankanth ... I mean, Janardhan. No matter what I do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and to tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it. I want to show him that I have a good mind and am perfectly capable of using it!"
"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Janardhan soothed as he reached over and patted her arm to confirm his words. "And I'm sure that together, you and I will be able to figure out a way to show him that you're not someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of fact, if you weren't married to Sridhar, you'd probably have a career of your own and, if you don't mind my saying so, there would be quite a few men after your beautiful young body."
Shanti shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone in his voice and at the unexpected boldness of his somehow clammy touch. Before, he had been gracious and rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of her marital troubles with Sridhar, but now, suddenly, he had changed in a matter of minutes. And she also detected a certain brazen confidence in his manner that frightened her and for some reasons made her feel even more apprehensive than she had felt when she had first walked into his office.
She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of the comforting warmth that the juice had given her, but she found that her glass was empty.
"I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle- aged company president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring down unhappily into her glass. As the exquisitely- shaped young dusky pussy looked up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your husband might think that you were out doing something naughty this evening, instead of staying home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."
Humming softly, he reached over and closed his arm around her slim waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his broad muscular shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken out of her by Janardhan's last words about her husband's constant chase with his ever lasting impotency. She had never dared to ask Sridhar how actually he got to be impotent but now a terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why their own sex life was suffering so much.
"I am divorcing him, will you marry me?" Shanti rubbed her forefinger across her upper lip and it only added to the torment and he moved forward to slap her across, she at the nick of the moment caught his hand and slowly put it aside. He was surprised at her pace.
She had moved real fast. He caught her in his hands and slowly planted a nice kiss on her naked back just below the neck and slowly undid the tied knot holding the lovely blouse.
The blouse was loose but did not come off, and Shanti did nothing to get it off her body. She wanted him to have it his way.
They looked into each other's eyes and it became more and more apparent that – time was not going to stop either of them from going on with the clinical work of fucking. Shanti was without any inhibitions and it was Kamesh on her mind. She was going to fuck Janardhan but fantasize Kamesh..That young man was her idol for extreme sex.
But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Janardhan slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her breast through the blouse. He could see the change in her expression as the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he waited, knowing she was not quite ready yet, but in a few minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly persuasion on his part would quell any resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for her.
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