13-01-2019, 04:19 PM
Meena was shocked but refrained from making any comments and left the place with no more nonsense. She was worried about Dinesh – he will sense something, how to make him ignore her, she decided to keep the dupatta over her forehead at all times while at home, she can always say – she has taken a hair treatment. Her mother though – will not agree to the logic, anyway she was a lesser problem and yes –how does she manage the children on this score?
It was 9 am early morning Saturday, and Prakash had not called. He was supposed to pay her some money, she needed the dough to clear an immediate pending amount to be given to he Chit Fund guy –Rupesh. He had been after Meena for long, asking her to part with her pussy and he write this amount off but she suspected him to be a drug addict and having some venereal diseases, did not want any mess up so decided to pay up and move on, sleeping with Prakash was safe.
She called him 5-6 times but he did not pick up the phone. She started to get worried. She called the office but was told by the reception that he had not yet come and was on leave today. She knew he was on leave today after all – he was supposed to spending the leave on her fucking her in some nice hotel in the outskirts of Bangalore.
Her cunt started to spasm and twitch in that anticipation, she was feeling like a bitch in the heat – all those ministrations the other day and the subsequent treatment at the Beauty parlor had left Meena panting for sex. She needed it more than Prakash and could not afford to turn to anybody else at this point of time since she had committed the body this time to Prakash.
As she was waiting Dinesh came in and gave her dirty looks, "Who gave you money for all this makeup you bitch?" and started to reach her hair and drag her – but she slapped him hard and he was on the floor.
She knew how to treat him. "I will take care of you – bitch, this must be some yaar(boyfriend) of yours who is funding all your nefarious activities. I will take care, wait for a few days –will get all info on you and then give the final push. You bitch" he was on a rampage. She just ignored him and was waiting for the call. At around 12 noon – there was a message to her from an unknown #. It said "Do not wait – proceed" she did not understand, what it meant. Another message came, "Whitefield Honda."
She called up these #s but nobody was picking up the calls. She just ignored them and sat tight and started to change into her household clothes and started to prepare lunch, her mother was surprised, "You told me you are traveling to yor friend's wedding in Coorg, how come you are still here?"
She did not reply and just got onto the chores. She had half finished the work – when the cell rang, it was Prakash.
"Hey Meena, sorry, come straight to Maratahalli, take an auto and be there in next 1 hour, will wait for you near the other side of the underpass. "
She kept the phone and asked her mom to take over the work, explained the situation and got dressed quickly. She was worried about Dinesh –he may just follow her and she had to make sure not to leave leads on him.
She came out and did not see him in the surroundings, but far off at the local water faucet – saw his bike.
She was happy. He must be in the garage there, sometimes he would repair vehicles there.
She quickly ran the other way and found an auto- and asked him to take her to Maratahalli.
Once reaching there – it was another ordeal – the man wasn't there.
She waited in the smoldering heat for more than an hour before he arrived in a green colored hired car and asked her to bounce in and the vehicle zoomed towards Hosur.
The driver looked familiar to her from the back but she did not bother to check it out, this was least of her issues (is what she thought) and turned towards her man – he was dressed in a nice Bermuda half trouser and a polka dotted T shirt and was scented all over, his crotch looked well protected and seemingly he was not planning any adventure on the road. He maintained the normal distance and both sat okay till some time when he looked at her neck and grimaced, "Where is the Mangalsutra, that is extremely important. "
"I have it in the bag – it is in the dickey" she confessed and looked at him sheepishly.
"Ok – for every mistake you make there will be a punishment. And to start with this one, remove your bra and give it to me – right here. " he looked at her demeaning.
"No- Sirrrr, please I will do all that you want when we reach the Hotel but not here, please my Lord. Please – not in the open."
"Ok – but make sure you are not going to make any more mistakes – Ananth, drive past Silk Board and stop near the Petrol Bunk, there is an ATM there" and they carried on.
Upon reaching the hotel, the reception was a dumb looking shack, the hotel was a famous joint in the 90s but today looked like as if someone had ransacked it for keeps, it did not have the flavor anymore and gave a very dreary picture, the manager came to allot the room, looked at Meena and Prakash and was sure these could not man and wife but it did not make any difference to him, he gave them the keys for the suite which our man had booked and the Bell boy picked up the 2 bags to the lift and off hey were to the 2nd floor facing the swimming pool.
He asked her if she needed to do anything – freshen up or something like that and yes she had to – she quickly took her sanity bag and scooped off to the toilet. He opened his laptop bag and got the piece out, connected the USB Mass drive and soon powered on Power DVD and started a Silvia Saint hardcore movie – where she is seducing a hunk in the hotel lobby. Lying on the sofa wearing a nice black lingerie with a gown over it – same colour which came to her knees barely covering the crotch and seducing the hunk all over and not allowing him to touch her but then he pleading asking her to show him her boob, she telling him 'No" multiple times but then finally telling him only once.
He wanting to kiss it – and she once again refusing it, and finally relenting asking him to just smooch – but only once and finally he having his way with the upper body – licking her lips eating her at her mouth and the oral cavity and massacring her boobs descended on her flat tummy – what an art of sculpture is Silvia Saint, well textured, waxed body, he goes to her pussy and tries to part the panty to one side and take a lick but she disallows him, pulls him by the hair and admonishes him, she tells him – it is not to her taste.
He looks sad and forlorn like a puppy scolded, and there she again takes his head in her hand and pushes into the pussy area and parts the panty with the other hand and tells him, "Eat my pussy – hard and completely" and just when this started Meena came out of the bathroom and was stunned to see the scenes and stood stunned, he took her by the hand and made her sit next to him, squeezed her inside the huge sofa, and lo behold she had dressed herself in a similar looking black gown and was wearing a black bra inside. "Have you seen such things before" he asked her.
"No – never" she replied.
"Watch this –and you will watch a lot more in these 3 days and learn how to satisfy yourself and your lover with the tricks you pick up from these sexy – excellent porn stars. She is an extremely beautiful woman but has no issues in taking a hard cock anywhere in her body and having more than one man or woman with her in the bed. She must have fucked more than 500 men and women till now in life. Her name is Silvia Saint – she is from East Europe" he was reeling out stats about the porn star while slowly the act was beginning to unfold this end; his big burly left hand had encircled the local south Indian dusky beauty around her waist. "Have your lovers tasted your pussy, sucked it their and your heart's content?"
She blushed and did not deem fit to reply.
His hand was not at one place, it started to travel and reached her armpits, the dress an extremely sexy thin cloth gown, see through complete transparent meant for such audiences and moments only, she knew by the end of the evening or night, the dress will lose its relevance and may just find its way to the dust bin in the corner. He groped for her armpits and finally reached the cavity – he loved the silkiness of the clean shaven hollow skin, the folds were extremely soft in his fingers and removed them once a while to smell and suck on the fragrance of her sexy armpit while they were still at watching Silvia and her amorous sexual pussy suck going on, the guy was still in his black trousers and now he moved away from the pussy and kissed her high heels, and licked her stockings and got back to the heels and removed the sandals from both her dainty feet, next he folded the stockings downward and removed each off from her sexy legs – she looked a masterpiece.
And here live, Prakash had managed with the help of the visuals in front to get the aphrodisiac effect on Meena, the sleeves came off on both the sides and she was now with the gown barely covering the bra, and he was having both his hands on either of the armpits and freely exchanging the aroma and the secretions and the plush sexy skil folds with his hands while aching the aching Silvia was providing the stud between his legs – who was still glued to her pussy folds.
God knows what was the material but the panty had stretched onto her thighs on one side completely and he had complete unrestricted access to her cunt. He looked around and found a cushion on the other sofa across promptly pulled it only to place it below her ass and took a long swipe of her ass hole with the tongue – he was moving to the new hole, he wanted to taste the slut's asshole.
Meena was moaning from both that she had to see as a visual and with the sexy ministrations her man was making her mad.
It was 9 am early morning Saturday, and Prakash had not called. He was supposed to pay her some money, she needed the dough to clear an immediate pending amount to be given to he Chit Fund guy –Rupesh. He had been after Meena for long, asking her to part with her pussy and he write this amount off but she suspected him to be a drug addict and having some venereal diseases, did not want any mess up so decided to pay up and move on, sleeping with Prakash was safe.
She called him 5-6 times but he did not pick up the phone. She started to get worried. She called the office but was told by the reception that he had not yet come and was on leave today. She knew he was on leave today after all – he was supposed to spending the leave on her fucking her in some nice hotel in the outskirts of Bangalore.
Her cunt started to spasm and twitch in that anticipation, she was feeling like a bitch in the heat – all those ministrations the other day and the subsequent treatment at the Beauty parlor had left Meena panting for sex. She needed it more than Prakash and could not afford to turn to anybody else at this point of time since she had committed the body this time to Prakash.
As she was waiting Dinesh came in and gave her dirty looks, "Who gave you money for all this makeup you bitch?" and started to reach her hair and drag her – but she slapped him hard and he was on the floor.
She knew how to treat him. "I will take care of you – bitch, this must be some yaar(boyfriend) of yours who is funding all your nefarious activities. I will take care, wait for a few days –will get all info on you and then give the final push. You bitch" he was on a rampage. She just ignored him and was waiting for the call. At around 12 noon – there was a message to her from an unknown #. It said "Do not wait – proceed" she did not understand, what it meant. Another message came, "Whitefield Honda."
She called up these #s but nobody was picking up the calls. She just ignored them and sat tight and started to change into her household clothes and started to prepare lunch, her mother was surprised, "You told me you are traveling to yor friend's wedding in Coorg, how come you are still here?"
She did not reply and just got onto the chores. She had half finished the work – when the cell rang, it was Prakash.
"Hey Meena, sorry, come straight to Maratahalli, take an auto and be there in next 1 hour, will wait for you near the other side of the underpass. "
She kept the phone and asked her mom to take over the work, explained the situation and got dressed quickly. She was worried about Dinesh –he may just follow her and she had to make sure not to leave leads on him.
She came out and did not see him in the surroundings, but far off at the local water faucet – saw his bike.
She was happy. He must be in the garage there, sometimes he would repair vehicles there.
She quickly ran the other way and found an auto- and asked him to take her to Maratahalli.
Once reaching there – it was another ordeal – the man wasn't there.
She waited in the smoldering heat for more than an hour before he arrived in a green colored hired car and asked her to bounce in and the vehicle zoomed towards Hosur.
The driver looked familiar to her from the back but she did not bother to check it out, this was least of her issues (is what she thought) and turned towards her man – he was dressed in a nice Bermuda half trouser and a polka dotted T shirt and was scented all over, his crotch looked well protected and seemingly he was not planning any adventure on the road. He maintained the normal distance and both sat okay till some time when he looked at her neck and grimaced, "Where is the Mangalsutra, that is extremely important. "
"I have it in the bag – it is in the dickey" she confessed and looked at him sheepishly.
"Ok – for every mistake you make there will be a punishment. And to start with this one, remove your bra and give it to me – right here. " he looked at her demeaning.
"No- Sirrrr, please I will do all that you want when we reach the Hotel but not here, please my Lord. Please – not in the open."
"Ok – but make sure you are not going to make any more mistakes – Ananth, drive past Silk Board and stop near the Petrol Bunk, there is an ATM there" and they carried on.
Upon reaching the hotel, the reception was a dumb looking shack, the hotel was a famous joint in the 90s but today looked like as if someone had ransacked it for keeps, it did not have the flavor anymore and gave a very dreary picture, the manager came to allot the room, looked at Meena and Prakash and was sure these could not man and wife but it did not make any difference to him, he gave them the keys for the suite which our man had booked and the Bell boy picked up the 2 bags to the lift and off hey were to the 2nd floor facing the swimming pool.
He asked her if she needed to do anything – freshen up or something like that and yes she had to – she quickly took her sanity bag and scooped off to the toilet. He opened his laptop bag and got the piece out, connected the USB Mass drive and soon powered on Power DVD and started a Silvia Saint hardcore movie – where she is seducing a hunk in the hotel lobby. Lying on the sofa wearing a nice black lingerie with a gown over it – same colour which came to her knees barely covering the crotch and seducing the hunk all over and not allowing him to touch her but then he pleading asking her to show him her boob, she telling him 'No" multiple times but then finally telling him only once.
He wanting to kiss it – and she once again refusing it, and finally relenting asking him to just smooch – but only once and finally he having his way with the upper body – licking her lips eating her at her mouth and the oral cavity and massacring her boobs descended on her flat tummy – what an art of sculpture is Silvia Saint, well textured, waxed body, he goes to her pussy and tries to part the panty to one side and take a lick but she disallows him, pulls him by the hair and admonishes him, she tells him – it is not to her taste.
He looks sad and forlorn like a puppy scolded, and there she again takes his head in her hand and pushes into the pussy area and parts the panty with the other hand and tells him, "Eat my pussy – hard and completely" and just when this started Meena came out of the bathroom and was stunned to see the scenes and stood stunned, he took her by the hand and made her sit next to him, squeezed her inside the huge sofa, and lo behold she had dressed herself in a similar looking black gown and was wearing a black bra inside. "Have you seen such things before" he asked her.
"No – never" she replied.
"Watch this –and you will watch a lot more in these 3 days and learn how to satisfy yourself and your lover with the tricks you pick up from these sexy – excellent porn stars. She is an extremely beautiful woman but has no issues in taking a hard cock anywhere in her body and having more than one man or woman with her in the bed. She must have fucked more than 500 men and women till now in life. Her name is Silvia Saint – she is from East Europe" he was reeling out stats about the porn star while slowly the act was beginning to unfold this end; his big burly left hand had encircled the local south Indian dusky beauty around her waist. "Have your lovers tasted your pussy, sucked it their and your heart's content?"
She blushed and did not deem fit to reply.
His hand was not at one place, it started to travel and reached her armpits, the dress an extremely sexy thin cloth gown, see through complete transparent meant for such audiences and moments only, she knew by the end of the evening or night, the dress will lose its relevance and may just find its way to the dust bin in the corner. He groped for her armpits and finally reached the cavity – he loved the silkiness of the clean shaven hollow skin, the folds were extremely soft in his fingers and removed them once a while to smell and suck on the fragrance of her sexy armpit while they were still at watching Silvia and her amorous sexual pussy suck going on, the guy was still in his black trousers and now he moved away from the pussy and kissed her high heels, and licked her stockings and got back to the heels and removed the sandals from both her dainty feet, next he folded the stockings downward and removed each off from her sexy legs – she looked a masterpiece.
And here live, Prakash had managed with the help of the visuals in front to get the aphrodisiac effect on Meena, the sleeves came off on both the sides and she was now with the gown barely covering the bra, and he was having both his hands on either of the armpits and freely exchanging the aroma and the secretions and the plush sexy skil folds with his hands while aching the aching Silvia was providing the stud between his legs – who was still glued to her pussy folds.
God knows what was the material but the panty had stretched onto her thighs on one side completely and he had complete unrestricted access to her cunt. He looked around and found a cushion on the other sofa across promptly pulled it only to place it below her ass and took a long swipe of her ass hole with the tongue – he was moving to the new hole, he wanted to taste the slut's asshole.
Meena was moaning from both that she had to see as a visual and with the sexy ministrations her man was making her mad.
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