Adultery Secret Temptations – by The Author - COMPLETED

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Secret Temptations – by The Author

Dipti was feeling uncomfortable. Unwanted wetness between her legs was troubling her. She was surprised that her body was reacting in such a manner to the lustful glare; an old man was giving to her frequently. What had gotten into her? Damn. Ramesh shouldn’t know this; otherwise she would die of shame. Oh God why did you send this dirty old man into our compartment.

Dipti stared at Ramesh. He was engrossed in conversation with a man who was with them from Mumbai. He was in full form. She knew that once he gets started it was difficult to stop him. From politics to cricket, he was expressing his views on each subject like an expert. Clearly he wasn’t even aware of the lewd glances an old man, who boarded the train from urga, was passing to his wife. There was no way for him to know the wetness between her legs.

Dipti and Ramesh were travelling in the second AC of Nandigram Express. They were returning from their second honeymoon from Mumbai. They were happy and ready for the new city. Two weeks ago when Ramesh had got transfer orders from Delhi to Nagpur both had gone into deep depression. They didn’t want to move out of the Delhi. Even thought of moving to another city was unpleasant. But they decided to face the situation. They planned second honeymoon to get away from the tense situation and it proved out to be a prudent decision. Now after loving honeymoon they were seeing the things from different perspective. Now Nagpur didn’t seem strange and distant. They were ready to embrace new city.

Leaning toward Ramesh, Dipti whispered, “I’m going to washroom.” Ramesh gave her a flaunting glance and nodded. Slowly she rose from the seat and stepped out from the compartment. She knew that old man was watching her every move.

When she stepped out from the washroom she found old man outside. He was behaving as if he was waiting for his turn. She looked at the opposite washroom. It was unoccupied. Holy shit … he was waiting outside for her. But why?

Ignoring him she stepped past him.

“Excuse me miss!”

Dipti’s heart skipped a beat. She had not expected him to speak to her like this.

“I’m not Miss, I’m Mrs.” She managed to utter.

“Oh pardon me for my mistake. Of course you are Mrs.?”

“Mrs. Ramesh Gupta.”

“So nice of you, but I’m interested to know your name. Identity of such a beautiful woman as you are should be kept independent, don’t you think.”

She flushed deeply. Old man was expert in flirt.

“I have to go. My husband is waiting.”

“He’s lost in the affairs of the world honey. He hasn’t got time for you.”

Honey? She was surprised to hear honey from him.

“No it’s not like that. We are returning from our honeymoon and he had given me full attention there.”

“Full,” He grinned.

“Yes!” she said.

“How many time he screwed your pussy in a day.” He whispered.

She stared at him like a dumbfounded. She was shocked to hear such a thing from this total stranger.

She swallowed the knot in her throat and said, “I-I beg your pardon.”

“Yesterday I fucked girl of your age thrice. Tell me how many times your husband fucked you yesterday.”

She stared at him for a second and then rushed back to her compartment. There was no way for her to continue such a conversation with him. Ramesh was still busy with the man. She checked her mobile for time. 2:45 p.m. Train was about to reach Nagpur. Old man came and sat silently in front of her. She kept her eyes on mobile for rest of the journey.

When train stopped everyone rose to gather their luggage. Ramesh was pulling the suitcase out which were parked under the seat. Old man came near to Dipti and whispered, “Your mobile number?”

She ignored him and decided to help Ramesh instead who was struggling with the suitcase.

After five minute when she stepped out at the platform along with Ramesh she stared in every direction. Old man was nowhere to be seen. She took a deep sigh of relief. But now that he was gone she figured the hidden aspect of herself. She had known it little bit but not fully. But now it was crystal clear. She loved the attention of man. She loved the way old man was staring at her with hungry eyes. She was so thrilled by the situation that her pussy became wet immediately. People might have stared at her like that before too but so far she hadn’t noticed. Should she share this finding with her loving husband? She thought for a moment then decided against it. 

Taking a taxi both reached Dhantoli. it was one the great residential area of Nagpur. Jayant Munde, colleague of Ramesh, had already arranged house on rent for them there. When they stepped out of the car, Jayant Munde was waiting for them and he greeted them with smile.

“You took so much pain for us Jayant, thank you so much,” Ramesh said.

“Oh come on Ramesh, it was nothing. Hope you like the house.”

“We will Jayant. Meet my wife Dipti,” he said and then turning to Dipti said, “Dipti he’s Jayant, the man who has arranged such a beautiful house for us.”

Dipti nodded to greet Jayant and stared at the house. It was indeed beautiful.

When they stepped into the house following Jayant they found it even more beautiful. Living room was spacious and was furnished with stylish furniture. Dipti checked the bedroom, it was furnished too.

“It’s great Roshan,” Dipti said with excitement.

“All credit goes to Jayant.” Ramesh said.

Dipti flashed a smile to Jayant and said, “Thank you for arranging such a beautiful house for us.”

“I’m glad that you liked it. Owner of the house sh. Harish Shinde lives right next door. He also came by Nandigram Express. He’s coming.

Just then a voice came from outside. “Jayant!”

“He’s here.” Jayant said and went to main door to receive him.

When Harish Shinde stepped through the doorway into the house Dipti’s face turned pale. He was the same old man who had troubled her into the train.

“Oh what a great coincidence Shinde ji we were in same compartment.”

“Indeed,” Harish Shinde said and stared teasingly toward Dipti. “I hadn’t thought that such a beautiful couple is heading to grace this house of mine. I’m privileged to have you here. Stay here as long as you want and consider it as your own house.”

“So nice of you Shinde ji, I’m Ramesh Gupta and she is my wife Dipti.”

“It’s great to know two of you. Let me warn you, I live alone next door and I might drop here now and then.”

“That would be great Shinde ji. Your company would always be appreciated here,” Ramesh said. “Isn’t it Dipti.”

“Y-yes of course,” Dipti stammered.

“Okay then, let’s celebrate with a cup of tea. I’ll make it myself,” Harish Shinde said.

“No-no don’t bother about that Shinde ji, Dipti will manage everything. She is very good cook,” Ramesh said.

“Is that so?” Shinde said.

Feeling uncomfortable due to presence of Shinde, Dipti drifted silently to the kitchen.

“Yes. Come in the evening, we will have dinner together,” Ramesh said.

“That would be great. Excuse me for a minute … let me guide Dipti about whereabouts of tea and sugar.”

“Oh sure,” Ramesh said. 

Dipti was listening everything from the kitchen. Her heart started pounding hard inside her chest.

“Oh you already found tea and sugar. I’ll bring milk from my home.”

“Thank you Shinde ji.”

“When you didn’t give me your mobile number I thought that I lost the opportunity to fuck such a beautiful woman. I didn’t know that you were coming in my house. We’ll have great time here.”

“Shinde ji please I’m not that type of woman … you know what I mean.”

“Every woman needs a great fuck. You can’t be different.”

“I’m different. I’ll never ever cheat my husband. Moreover I’m happy with him. I don’t need anyone else.” Though she said it but inside she was enjoying the way his eyes were roaming upon her breasts but she didn’t let it appear on her face.

“You’ll change your opinion.”

“How can you be so sure about that?” she said with a teasing smile. She knew she would never open her legs for him. Poor old man was wasting his time. 

“Smile as much as you like but one day I’ll fuck you hard and nice.”
“Good joke Shinde ji. Can I have milk now?” Dipti said.

“It would be really great experience to get into your pussy,” he said and went out of the kitchen.

Dipti drew a deep breath. She was wet again. It was fun teasing the old man but she decided that she would keep things under check.

Next day at around 11 in the morning door bell rang. Dipti was in the living room, reading newspaper. Ramesh had left for the office at 10 and now she was all alone. She was sure that it was Shinde on the door. Given his intentions which he had made already clear to her it was risky to open the door. Ignoring the bell she kept glued to the sofa. Door bell rang again but she didn’t budge from her seat. When bell rang again for the third time she rose from the sofa, her face pale with anxiety.

I’ll not open the door. 

When the bell rang again, with hesitant steps she walked to the door and swallowed and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s me Vicky.” A voice spoke from outside.

“I don’t know any Vicky go away,” she said.

“Our ball is on your roof, please let me fetch it or you fetch it for me.”

Certain that it was not Shinde outside Dipti opened the door and found young man standing there. He seemed around 20 or 21, handsome and smart.

“How did your ball get on my roof,” she asked.

“Sorry ma’am I was betting and …”

“Okay … okay wait here I’ll get your ball,” she said.

When she was stepping down the stairs with ball in her hand she noticed that her boobs were jumping up and down on her chest. Since she was in top this up and down motion was visible in quite a profound manner. Fearing that young man might also notice it she stared at the door and she found that her fear was true. His eyes were glued to the jumping balls on her chest. Perhaps he had totally forgotten about his real ball for which he had come here at the first place. Whole situation thrilled her to the core. Her face became red like a rose. Holding her gaze to the floor she reached to the door.

“T-take it … and … and be careful next time,” she said holding the ball in her hand.

He grabbed the ball. His fingers touched hers as he did it. Wave of thrill travelled through her. 

“ma’am, can I have a glass of water please.”

Clever boy … He wants to see my jumping boobs again.

“Oh sure, wait a second.”

As she walked she felt his eyes on her buttocks. To confirm she turned around to look at him. She was right again. His eyes were feasting on her buttocks. She gave him a smile and turned back and disappeared into the kitchen.

When she was pouring water in the glass she got an idea. Placing the glass on kitchen cabinet she grabbed her top from below and gave it a hard pull. Her deadly cleavage emerged. Now this young man will jump into this cleavage and will die into it. Picking the glass she headed back to the door. Her heart was pounding hard. She had never done such thing before. But whole thing was turning her on beyond her imagination.

She looked at the boy. Effect was natural. He was spellbound at the show she was giving to him.
“Here,” she said.

He grabbed the glass and she felt that he deliberately touched her fingers this time which made her blush. She stole a glance at him. His eyes were trapped in her cleavage. She smiled silently.


He emptied the glass in one go as if he was thirsty for a long time. “Thank you ma’am, you are so nice.”

She figured from his face that he was reluctant to go. “Okay, have a nice game.”

“Thank you … thank you ma’am,” he said turned to go.

Dipti closed the door quickly and stood leaning against it. She was surprised on herself. She had never done such thing before. It was weird but somehow to some reasons she was feeling great thrill out of it.

Pulling away from the door dipti drifted slowly in her bedroom and climbed on the bed. It was crazy that she was enjoying such a weird thing. But it was fun. Wetness between her legs was testimony for that.

Thinking how Vicky was staring at her cleavage she inserted her hand into the slacks she was wearing and felt the throbbing pussy. It was wet with desire.

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With a big yawn Harish Shinde opened his eyes and stared at the wall clock. It was 11:30 in the morning. Cursing himself he jumped out of the bed and rushed to the washroom. Last night before sleeping he had planned to give a rose to Dipti in the morning and it was necessary to stick to the plans otherwise he would never get her pussy.

After 15 minutes he stood before the mirror wearing blue shirt and jeans. Though he was 55, looking into the mirror he thought himself to be of 30. With Great Spirit he came out into the front lawn and plucked a red rose and walked to the Dipti’s house.

Pressing the bell he stood there wearing excited expression on his face. Two minutes passed and no one answered the door. He pressed the bell again.

“Who is it?” Dipti spoke from inside.

“It’s me Shinde.”

“Shinde ji I’m busy now. Please come later.”

Come later? he was disappointed. Excitement disappeared from his face. But he was not ready to give up that easy.

“Dipti please open the door. I want to give you something,” Shinde pleaded.

“I know what you want to give me. But I don’t want it.”

“You know what I want to give you?” he was surprised since he was holding the rose behind his back. There was no way for her to see it. Did she see him plucking the rose?

“Yes I know,” she replied.

“Then why don’t you take it, it’s just a beautiful rose.”

Door opened and he stared at her hungrily. She was looking gorgeous in the slacks and top. Her boobs were hanging seductively from her chest.

“Beautiful?” he said.

“What?”

“Your boobs, what size are they.”

“Don’t waste your time on me Shinde ji,” she said with a smile. “Try your luck somewhere else.”

“I’m not wasting but investing my time on you,” he said and extended the rose to her. “Sooner or later I’ll get the dividend.”

She laughed out loud. “You will get nothing from me Shinde ji.”

“Leave that to the future and enjoy the fragrance of this flower,” he said with a smile. “If you allow me, can I put this in your beautiful silky hair?”

“I can’t allow that.”

“Why?” he gave her pleading look. “This is just a simple request.”

From her facial expression he figured that she was thinking about it. he judged that she would allow him if he kept requesting her.

“Please Dipti. It’s not a big deal. When you go for haircut don’t you allow barber to touch your hair.”

“Okay-okay but do it quickly,” she said.

“Take a turn please.”

As she turned he could help staring at her buttocks. Yesterday she was in saree. Today her buttocks were looking more seductive in the slacks. They were solid and shapely.

“You have got a nice gaand Dipti,” he said lewdly.

“I-I beg your pardon.”

“Your gaand is sexy.”

“Err… please do it quickly.”

He inserted the rose slowly into her hair as if he was penetrating her pussy.

Dipti was aware what he was trying to convey to her. The way he was inserting the rose into her hair it was clear that he would insert his dick into her pussy in a similar manner. Her breathing grew rapid with this thought and her face became red. She felt wetness between her legs. Her pussy was growing with desire.

“Can I touch your gaand?” he whispered in her ears.

She wanted to run from there but strangely she felt that her feet were not willing to move from there. She swallowed the knot in her throat and stood there undecided. Dirty slang gaand he was using was having a magical effect on her, raising her thrill to the new level.

Next moment when she felt his hand on her right globe her heart skipped a beat and her feet started trembling. Things were going out of her control and she was feeling helpless. One part of her wanted to run from there and another part wanted to stay there and flow with the moment.

When he gave her ass cheek seductive squeeze she couldn’t help moaning. His hands felt broad and big than her husband back there on her buttocks.


She heard door close behind her. Perhaps with another hand he had pushed the door. She was so trapped in the lust that couldn’t figure the consequences of closed door.

He was handling her buttocks skillfully and keeping the eyes closed she was enjoying his every move. Out of a sudden his hand came in front and slipped into her slacks. He was going for her pussy now, which was wet under his influence.

He roamed his fingers all over it and whispered into her ear, “What a chut you have. It’s already wet.”
“Shinde ji p-please stop it,” she protested meekly. His rough fingers were roaming all over her womanhood.

Suddenly she felt one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy and before she could protest his finger had disappeared into her slippery cave.

“Ahhhh Shinde ji what are you doing.”

Grinning he started moving his finger in and out of her pussy hole. She was so excited and so thrilled that instantly intense orgasm swept over her and she gave load moan. “Ahhhhhhh.”

Just then she heard sound of her ringing mobile. It was coming from her bedroom.

She pushed Shinde away immediately. “What are you doing Shinde ji. It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong Dipti? You were enjoying it.”

“Please get out of my house immediately I have to attend urgent call,” She said without looking at him.

“Dipti listen,” he said.

“Please Shinde ji, my phone is ringing.”

Shinde opened the door and slipped out. Rushing forward she bolted the door and stood there for a moment, trying to control her emotions.

She was still under the grip of intense orgasm old man had inflicted upon her. She was surprised that he had managed to do that with his fingers. Ramesh too had fingered her pussy but she had never reached orgasm with him.

By now mobile had gone silent. With shaking legs she reached to her bedroom and picked the mobile. It was Ramesh’s call. She dialed back.
Ramesh informed her that he would come late from office.

“At what time will you come?” she asked.

“Around eight.”

“Oh, can I go to Sitabuldi market.”

“How will you go?”

“I’ll hire an auto, simple.”

“Okay as you wish but take care.”

“Thank you. I’ll go after lunch.”

At 3 p.m she stood before the mirror draped in churidar salvar kameez. She examined her boobs. They were looking good and solid in the tight kameez. Turning around she stared at her back. Her protruding buttocks were looking stunning. Sitabuldi was famous market and there would be many men to feast on her beauty. She wouldn’t disappoint them.

Smiling seductively at her image in the mirror she picked her purse and slipped out of her bedroom.

Coming to the road she looked up and down the road. An auto rickshaw was parked below a tree. Driver was visible in the front seat. As she walked to him she sensed that he was eyeing her strangely. When she got closer she saw a ***** cap on his head. He was young, around 24 or 25, complexion dark in color.

“Would you go to Sitabuldi?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am I’ll. Please take a seat.”

“First tell me how much will you charge.”

“If you want to go in sharing then 10 rupees,” he said eyeing her boobs. “If you want to go alone then 50 rupees.”

“Okay I’ll give you 50, start the auto,” she said and climbed into the auto.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he asked.

In the ear splitting sound of auto she could figure what he said.
“You said something to me?” she asked.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he repeated.

“Yes we came yesterday only.”

He turned his head back and said, “We?”

“I mean me and my husband.” She replied.

“I’m salim. You can take my number. Whenever you need to go anywhere just give me a call I’ll pick you from your home.”
“Okay … that would be nice.”

Soon they reached Sitabuldi. Stepping out from the auto Dipti pulled 50 rupees note from her purse and handed it to Salim.

“I’ll wait for you ma’am. Feed my number in your mobile. Once you are done with the shopping give me the call I will pick you up.”

“But I might take long.”

“Doesn’t matter I’ll wait for you,” he grinned.

She smiled internally. Poor guy. He’s ready to forgo his earning for me. She fed his number into her mobile and disappeared into the crowd of market.

She stopped outside a shop seeing long skirts in display. Blue skirt was looking good.

“Come … come we have plenty of variety and color,” man said while stepping out from the shop. Strangely his one hand was on his crotch area as he spoke. It was clear that he was eve teasing her. Lewd expression on his face doubly confirmed that. With big mustache on his face he was looking dangerous to her.

Hesitantly she stood for a moment in front of the shop. She was feeling the wave of thrill inside her but wasn’t sure about getting into the shop.
She looked around. There was plenty of crowd around. There was no visible danger in getting into the shop. Taking the deep breath she moved forward and stepped into the shop.

Inside she found one boy seating on the counter.

“You are looking skirt for yourself,” man asked.

Dipti nodded.

“Pappu give me inch tape,” he said looking at the boy.

Dipti was confused as to why he was asking for inch tape.

Pappu handed him the inch tape.

“Let me take measurement of your waist ma’am so that I can provide you best fitting skirt.”

“There is no need of that, my waist is 28,” she said. “Have you got skirts without rubber string?”

“No all of them have rubber strings but still it’s better to take measurement,” he said putting the inch tape on the counter.

Dipti selected three skirts which appealed to her liking.

“You can try them in the trial room,” man said.

It was good idea. That would give her indication how she looked into these skirts. She looked around in the shop. There was no trial room visible anywhere.

“It’s upstairs ma’am,” man said and pointed to the stairs at the back of the shop.

Holding the skirt she walked to the stairs.

First she tried blue skirt. It felt bit tight to her. But it was looking very good on her. Ramesh would definitely like it.

Just then there was knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“How is it ma’am?”

“Blue one is bit tight, do you have another one”

“Okay wait a minute I’m bringing another one,” he said.

Dipti wanted to try another one but since he could come any moment she decided to wait for him. After one minute he knocked on the door and said, “Try this one.”

Dipti opened the door and saw him standing there holding another long blue skirt. He was looking at her like a hungry lion ready to attack its pray.

“That’s why I wanted to measure your waist. Can I have measurement now?”

She was all alone now with him at the first floor. It was better if she had let him take the measurement earlier at the ground floor.

“Please come out so that I can take the measurement,” he said.

The way he said her to step out from the trial room made it clear that he was planning something weird. She had no problem with that as long as things remained under check. She would enjoy his teasing up to the limit. But problem was that she was all alone with him at the first floor and he had complete freedom to take advantage of the situation.

Deciding that she would run away if anything against her wish happened, she stepped out of the trial room, her gaze down on the floor. Incidentally her eyes went to his crotch as he moved forward toward her. There was big obvious bulge in front of his trouser. She swallowed and dropped her gaze down on the floor.

She shuddered when he wrapped inch tape around her waist. Holding it there he said, “It is 29 ma’am.”

“29?”

“But you shouldn’t feel tight due to it… let me check your buttocks.”

Panic struck her as she heard it. “W-what?”

“Don’t worry ma’am, this wouldn’t take long.”

She felt his hand move downward from her waist and when they got settled on her buttocks she shuddered involuntarily. His hands felt strong and big. He caressed both of her ass cheeks as if trying to figure their size. Soon gentle caress turned into rough kneading, forcing her to moan with ecstasy. She was surprised the way she was moaning in front of this total stranger. She was so lost that couldn’t figure when one of his hands came to her chest and grabbed one of her boobs. Now he was kneading two of her precious assets simultaneously.

“W-why are you holding my breast?” she said huskily.

“Because they are beautiful,” he said shamelessly.

Releasing her buttocks, he pushed her to the wall and grabbed both of her boobs in each hand.

“W-what are you doing. Please stop,” she said.

“I can’t stop now,” he said.

Now he was kneading her soft boobs like dough to his heart content and she was moaning helplessly.
Suddenly he slipped his hand inside from above and grabbed her soft naked boob. His fingers felt rough around her soft skin. Ramesh’s fingers never felt such rough on them.

Kneading the boob he was holding for a minute he pulled it out with effort and stared at it with great amazement as if he had never seen the boobs before.

“Sexy booby,” he said.

His words made her think of Ramesh. Whenever he looked at her boobs he teased her with the same words this man had just uttered. These thoughts shook her to the core. She felt wave of shame inside her. No one had ever touched or seen her breast except her husband so far. Throwing all decency out of the window she was standing in the shop of this total stranger and letting him play with her body the way he liked. Don’t know why she was enjoying it even thought it was sin.

“I’m going to suck it now,” man said.

“No please … stop,” she pleaded but made no attempt to push him away.

“The way you were standing outside my shop I had immediately figured that you are a slut.”

“No please, I’m not,” Dipti protested.

“ha-ha-ha … I can identify slut even if she is hiding in the crowd,” man said and grabbed her nipple between his lips.

Dipti tried to push his head away from her tender boobs but man was strong. So after some feeble attempt she stopped trying. He was sucking her nipple furiously. He wasn’t showing any regard to the tenderness of her flesh. Ramesh never sucked like that, she remembered. His lips were gentle upon her boobs, always careful. But this man was hurting her. His teeth were pinching in her soft flesh. Hair of his mustache was bruising against her white skin. But dear god, it was feeling wonderful. Each moment of his lips and tongue on her flesh was generating thrilling sensation within her.

She had never ever imagined in her life that she would allow petty shop keeper to suck her boobs one day. But now here she was standing against the wall at the first floor of this shop keeper’s shop and letting him play with her boobies the way he liked. Her train journey from Mumbai to Nagpur was responsible for this change in her. Had she not encountered the old man in the train she wouldn’t have come to know the wild side of herself.

Sucking the boob to his heart content man pulled second one out and attacked it with same urgency as was attacked first one.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned.

“Your boobs are tasty you know that?” man said and resumed his work.

“I-I don’t know.”
Just then her eyes went to the stairs and she noticed that Pappu was peeking from behind the banister.

“S-stop,” she said. “Your son is watching.”

Man stopped immediately and looked toward the stairs. There was no one there now.

“There is no one here,” man said, irritated.

“He was there, peeking … trust me.”

“I think it was Pappu. He’s not my son. He’s my servant. Don’t worry about him.”

Man grabbed her boobs and squeezed them as hard as he could. Mixture of pain and thrill travelled through her.

“aaahhhh … not so hard please.”

“You are slut, aren’t you?” he said and started sucking her boobs again, jumping from one boob to another.

As he was sucking she realized that his hands had disappeared from her boobs. He was unzipping his trouser. She stared at the stairs and thought that she should run away from there now. It would be dangerous to stay there any longer. But his lips were feeling so nice on her tender boobs that it was hard to push him away.

She decided to wait.

But man had his own plans. He grabbed her hand and guided it to his dick. She was so gripped in the enjoyment she was getting that she couldn’t resist him.
And next moment his dick was in her hand. It wasn’t much different than Ramesh’s dick. It was almost of same size. Again it was weird but it was happening. She had option to pull her hand away from his dick but she didn’t. From where a slut had emerged from within her she had no idea. But she knew that she would not let him fuck her come what may. That privilege will always be of her loving husband, Ramesh.

“How is it?” man asked.

“w-what?”

“My lund,” man said and started sucking her boobs furiously. Just then He pushed his hand between her legs and grabbed her excited pussy. This added to the excitement so much that Dipti moaned loudly in response to his question, “g-gooooooooood.”

Man pushed his hand inside her salwar and felt her throbbing pussy. His finger was searching for the hole. When he inserted his finger into her she gave a load moan.

“What’s your name,” man asked pulling away from her boobs.

She kept mum. It was risky to disclose her identity to this total stranger. He could blackmail her later.

“My name is Bhusan,” he said and slipped another finger into her slippery cave. “You are so what down there; dying to get cock in your cunt, aren’t you.”

His statement was a single to her in a way that now she should better get the hell out of there before things move out of her hand. Already she was doing too much. More than this would be disastrous for her.

She pulled her courage together and pushed the man away. “I-I got to go. My friends are waiting for me,” she lied.

“Which friends? You were alone.”

“They are in next shop … excuse me,” she said and rushed to the stairs. As she got there she saw that Pappu was running away. It meant that he was still watching them. Adjusting her clothes she reached downstairs. Her face was red with shame and embarrassment. Her eyes met with the eyes of Pappu. He had a dirty smile on his face. She couldn’t hold his gaze and dropped her eyes to the floor but couldn’t help staring at his crotch. There was massive tent in front of his trouser.

Just them Bushan also came downstairs.

“Pappu put these skirts in the carry bag,” Bushan said.

As Dipti was opening her purse Bushan patted on her back and said, “They are my gift to you ma’am don’t bother.”

People were roaming around outside the shop and he patted at her bum so shamelessly. How mean he was. She looked outside to see whether anyone noticed this cheap act of his or not. Earth slipped from below her feet when she saw Salim standing outside the shop. His eyes were fixed inside. He surely would have seen everything. Oh God … Oh God. This was not good. It was really not good.

“I can’t take them like that. Please tell me how much should I pay.”

Bushan again patted on her back and said, “Take them darling.”

“P-please don’t do that. People are watching?” she said.

Fearing that he would again pat on her bum she grabbed the carry bag and rushed to the door. She was feeling so embarrassed and humiliated that she stumbled at doorway and fell face first on the ground outside the shop. Salim came rushing to help her but she didn’t accept his help and quickly gained her ground.

As Dipti brushed the dirt off her kameez she realized that her hands were shaking. It was natural. She was in awkward situation. Salim an auto driver was standing in front of her. She knew that he had seen obscene patting on her bum by the shop keeper. Had he been just any auto driver she wouldn’t have cared about him. He didn’t know her house number but he knew where she lived. All these facts were troubling her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I was just passing this shop and seeing you inside I stopped,” he said.

“Look I’ve got more shopping to do, don’t wait for me” she said and stepping past him disappeared into the market crowd again. In a way she had conveyed to him that she would not go with him so he should not waste his time. But she was not sure whether he had got the meaning of her words or not.

She looked back after a minute to check whether he was still following her. He wasn’t there. Taking a deep breath she decided that she wouldn’t allow any other shop keeper to take advantage of her. It was really very embarrassing back there in that shop. How meanly had the dirty shop keeper slapped at her bum as if she were his slave.

Son of a bitch.

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Once the lady rushed out from the shop, Pappu looked at the Bhushan. He had got this job at the shop of Bhusan five days ago after wondering for days in the search of work. He didn’t want to lose it.

“Did you come upstairs?” Bushan asked.

“No sir! Why?”

Bushan walked up to him and slapped hard on his face and shouted, “the lady had seen you at the stairs. I don’t pay you to keep an eye on me!”

He hadn’t expected this from Bhusan. He was his employee alright but he had no right to slap him.

“How dare you to hit me like that,” he said.

“This is my shop and I can do anything here,” Bushan said.

Pappu had no intention to go upstairs. A lady customer wanted to see red color top in one particular design. It was lying upstairs in the cupboard. When he was climbing the stairs he heard strange noises. He became curious. He peeked from behind the banister. Bushan was sucking the boobs of that lady. He had never seen such a sight in his life. Though he knew it wasn’t right to peek like that but it was difficult to get away from there. Even though woman had seen him, forcing him to get away, he had resumed his peeking adventure shortly afterward.

“Get the hell out of my shop,” Bushan said.

“W-what?”

Bushan gave him 200 rupees and shouted, “here is your salary for five days of work you done here and get out.”

Since Bhusan had slapped him and now he was shouting at him, Pappu didn’t feel like pleading before him to save his job. Silently he grabbed 200 rupees and slipped out of the shop.

He was cursing the lady. Due to her he was jobless again. Why did she tell Bhusan about seeing him at the stairs?

For two hours he wondered in the market requesting shop to shop for the job but he didn’t get any positive response. Suddenly he saw the lady responsible for his current situation. She was coming out of the shop. She had a smile on her face. His life was ruined due to her and she was smiling. It was not acceptable. She should also feel the pain. But how?

He thought deeply. Then he got an idea. He would tell her husband what he saw. He would tell him in detail how Bhusan was sucking his wife’s boobs. Yes this was good idea.

Just then Pappu noticed that lady was going toward an auto and after bargaining on the fare she climbed into it. Pappu rushed toward another auto parked nearby.

“I need to follow that auto, how much will you charge?” pappu asked from auto driver.

“It depends where that auto is going?” auto driver replied.

Pappu had total 700 rupees, 500 in the purse and 200, given by Bhusan, in the shirt’s pocket. He was ready to go to any extent to chase the woman.

“Okay whatever, just follow the damn auto,” Pappu said.

After 20 minutes they entered into the Dhantoli, auto they were chasing right in front of them. It stopped on the road.

“Stop,” Pappu said. “How much?”

“50 rupees,” auto driver said.

Pappu gave him 100 rupees note.

“I don’t have change,” auto driver said.

Pappu’s eyes were on the lady who had climbed out from the auto and was going toward a street just few feet away.

“Then arrange it, I don’t have either,” Pappu said.

Auto driver went to the auto they were chasing for change. By the time he returned lady had disappeared from Pappu’s sight. He grabbed 50 rupees note and rushed to the street. But lady was nowhere to be seen. He wondered restlessly here and there for any clue. Nothing.

He was so lost in his thought while searching for her that almost met an accident. Shouting at him, man driving the car went away. Just then a man approached him and placed hand on his shoulder.

“Are you looking for something?” man said.

He wanted to shout yes but checked his response. Since man seemed gentleman he decided to seek help for the job. “Yes sir I just lost my job. I’m searching for a job. Can you help me?”
Man thought for a moment then said, “what kind of work you can do?”

“Anything?” Pappu replied, excited.

“Can you work as a domestic help. You have to sweep, wash and cook etc.”

“Of course I can.”

“My wife and me had come yesterday only to Nagpur. We need domestic help. If you will work with dedication then we’ll pay you good.”

“I’ll work with full dedication sir. Just give me one opportunity.”

“Given … come with me.” man said.

Stepping inside the house Dipti put the carry bags on the sofa and went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water. Then without drinking she put the glass away on the kitchen cabinet. Her mind was not stable. Events of the market were flashing through her mind. She was not feeling right about the way she had allowed petty shop keeper to take advantage of her. Had she not allowed him to take liberty with her at the first floor, he wouldn’t have dared to pat openly at her buttocks. It was so humiliating that she was still feeling very bad about it. Thankfully she didn’t let anyone else misbehave with her afterward. During rest of her stay in the market she fully concentrated on the shopping and didn’t bother how men were looking at her. She even didn’t call Salim, who was waiting for her, for she knew that he too was carrying bad intention for her. When he had come running to help her, when she had fell outside the shop, she had seen lust in his eyes. It was risky to come with him in the dark.

Thirst of her throat pulled her attention back to the present and she drank full grass of water in one breath.

Just then door bell rang.

It’s Ramesh I think; she thought and walked to the door.

When she opened the door she got a terrible shock. For a second she thought that she was dreaming. Pappu, who was at the shop of Bhusan and who had seen everything back there, was standing along with Ramesh. It seemed impossible. What was he doing there?
“Dipti what happened,” Ramesh asked.

“N-nothing,” she stammered, her legs trembling.

“He is Pappu,” Ramesh said.

Dipti gave a hard look to Pappu. He was standing there like an innocent boy. His eyes were on the floor. She had no idea what was he doing here.

Dipti grabbed the arm of Ramesh and took him into the bedroom.

“What is this?” she asked.

“What?”

“I mean why you brought this stranger to home.”

“He’s our servant baby. I thought it would be hard for you to manage things here alone so I hired him for you. He was wondering outside in search of job. I was lucky to find him otherwise it’s hard to find good servants these days. He looks nice to me.”

Dipti was listening everything with great surprise, her face expressionless. She was in deep shock.

“What happened, are you not happy?”

“I think I can manage on my own,” she said.

“What’s wrong with you honey. Why should you manage on your own? I want you to relax and enjoy.”

“But he’s a total stranger. How can we trust him?”

“He’s a good boy. Trust me.”

“But how can you be so sure,” Dipti demanded.

“I can judge the people.”

“Where would he stay?”

“Upstairs,” he said. “There is one small room upstairs on the roof. You haven’t seen it yet I think.”

“I have seen it but…”

“Relax darling, why are you making such an issue out of it.”

She gave up the argument.

Ramesh slipped out of the room and she stood still like a statue, her face tense.

“Pappu your room is upstairs,” Ramesh said.

“Sir if you allow me can I go and fetch my belongings from my friend’s house,” Pappu said.

“Of course, go ahead.”

“I’ll be back in an hour sir,” Pappu said.

When Dipti came out from the bedroom, Pappu was gone.

“So what did you buy from the market,” Ramesh asked, taking her into his arms, his hands on her buttocks.

“Three Long skirts, one saree and one top,” she said, her voice dull.

“You seem lost somewhere,” he asked.

“I think I’m tired.”

“I’m also tired. It was hectic day in the office.”

Dipti was walking up and down across the living room. She was restless and tense. Ramesh was in washroom, taking a bath. She was desperately waiting for the arrival of Pappu. Her plan was to scare him away from the door and not to let him enter into the house. There was no way she could allow him in the house when he knew her secret.

Door bell rang.

Dipti rushed to the door, hoping to find Pappu. It was best opportunity to tackle him. Ramesh was in the washroom and he’d still take at least 15 minutes.

She opened the door. Pappu was standing, holding one bag.

“You followed me home from the market, didn’t you?” she asked sternly, face red with anger.

“No ma’am, it’s not like that,” he said in an innocent voice.

“Then, what are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Actually right after you left the shop, Bhusan sir fired me. I can’t survive without the job in this town ma’am. I was wondering in the streets here in search of job. I had no idea that I’ll end up getting the job in your house.”

“Look I don’t want you here. Try your luck somewhere else.”
“B-but why.”

“I need not explain you why.”

“I already lost one job because of you, I can’t lose this one.”

“Don’t blame me okay.”

“You had told Bhusan that I was at the stairs.”

“Look I don’t want to argue with you. Just leave,” she flared at him.

“Ma’am please, I promise that I’ll work with dedication and commitment,” he pleaded.

“I don’t want to listen anything. Just leave I say.”

He kept mum for a second, looking defiantly at her and then said, “Okay I’ll leave but before leaving I want to meet sir.”

“For what?”

“I want him to advise him that he shouldn’t let you go alone in the market.”

Dipti stared at him with wide eyes. She was shocked to hear such a thing from him.

“Hey you came back,” Ramesh voice came from behind.

Dipti’s feet started trembling and head started spinning. It seemed that she was heading for disaster. Damn! Why did she go in the market today?
“Sir I want to give you an advice,” Pappu said.

Dipti’s throat went dry.

“Okay, go ahead. But why are you standing in the doorway. Come on in,” Ramesh said.

“Pappu your room is upstairs.” Dipti jumped in the conversation. She wanted Pappu to know that she was ready to keep him as a servant in the house and now there was no need to give any embarrassing advice to her husband.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said looking in the eyes of Dipti. There was victorious smile on his face.

“It’s a good room. Now come back to your advice.”

Dipti stood like a statue, holding her breath, wondering what this clever servant would say to Ramesh.

“Sir, you should apply coconut oil in your hair after bath, it’s good for hair.”

“Okay,” Ramesh said. “I’ll try that.”

Dipti took a deep sigh of relief. But she was feeling defeated by the petty servant. She would never forget this. Never.

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At 11 p.m. in the night Ramesh and Dipti were lying side by side, naked. Ramesh’s hand was teasing her soft melons. He wanted to screw her but she wasn’t in the mood. She was still upset due to Pappu. But slowly and steadily touch of his hand on her boobs was turning her on. Desire to feel his hardness within the confines of her pussy was growing within her.

Ramesh climbed upon her, his hard dick right upon her pussy. She shifted her legs uncomfortably below her. She was not ready yet. She wanted him to prolong the foreplay but it seemed that he was about to enter into her. Don’t know why, off late Ramesh had reduced the duration of foreplay. It was hampering the level of enjoyment she used to get earlier.

Was it the reason for my drift on the wrong path, she thought. But she had no answer for it. Perhaps yes … perhaps not. Who knows? This change though seemed rapid but it was developing slowly. Train incident just speeded it a little.

Seed of this change was sown when she had found about the affair of Ramesh with Seema. She worked with him in Delhi office. It was an old affair, began two years before their marriage. But ramesh never told about it.

Dipti wouldn’t have known about this affair had she not visited his office that day. She wanted to surprise Ramesh. But she didn’t know that she herself would be surprised. Seema was seating in his lap and Ramesh was squeezing her boobs. Without saying a single word she had slipped out from the room. She was so shocked that there was nothing she could possibly say.

That evening Ramesh told her everything about the affair and also promised that it wouldn’t continue any further. After one week he showed her transfer order of Seema out of Delhi and with that their relationship got back to normal. But this thought always pinched her that her beloved husband was cheating her behind her back. Had she not caught him, he would have continued with the cheating. And who knows if he was still cheating her.

Many a times Dipti had thought what Ramesh would have done if she had cheated him like that? Sometimes thoughts had also occurred to her where she had found herself in the arms of stranger. But she had never taken them seriously. But recently things had changed. Now these thoughts seemed titillating.

Ramesh’s penetrating dick brought her back into the present and she moaned with mixture of pain and pleasure.

When his dick was balls deep into her she embraced him tightly and kissed him. His dick started moving back and forth and she started feeling the pure wave of pleasure.

Soon both of them collapsed into the arms of each other after the thrilling orgasm.

Dipti stretched her arms and taking a big yawn, opened her eyes. Morning sun was peeking through the window. Birds were singing outside. Morning seemed beautiful. She looked to her right. Ramesh was steel sleeping. She left the bed silently and shuffled to the window to catch the glimpse of some of the singing birds. She wasn’t disappointed. Indian sparrows were jumping around in the front lawn. Then she noticed that she wasn’t alone to observe this beautiful moment. Someone was there in the lawn, but from the window it was difficult to figure who it might be.

Out of curiosity she pushed open the window and peeped outside. It was Pappu. She felt the wave of anger rise within her. Leaving the window open, she rushed to the bedroom door, opened it in haste, and then darted to the main door.

Opening the door she shouted, “Pappu what are you doing here?”

He turned toward her and said, “Nothing ma’am, I was waiting for you to rise. I have not worked before in any house. I don’t know what to do.”

“Great, so first we will teach you and then you will start working.”

“No ma’am, you need not teach me anything. I’ll learn on my own, but just tell me what you want me to do.”

“Instead of standing idly here you should have watered the lawn.”

“Okay I’ll do that now.”

“Good. After this clean the house. I don’t want to see any dust anywhere. Then wash the clothes. When you are done with all this, don’t forget to ask me for more work. I don’t want to see you roam idly here.”

He was staring at her with great surprise.

“What happened?” she asked.

“N-nothing. I’ll do whatever task you’ll give me with dedication.”

“You must otherwise I’ll kick you out of here.”

At 11 a.m. she was in her bedroom when door bell rang. She came out to answer but Pappu had already opened the door. In the doorway Shinde was standing, looking at Pappu with expression of surprise on his face.

“He’s our servant Shinde ji,” she said.

“Good morning Shinde ji,” Pappu greeted.

“Hey behave like a servant. Call me sir,” Shinde said, displeasure is clearly visible in his voice.

“S-sorry sir,”

“Pappu go get tea for Shinde ji,” Dipti said to get rid of Pappu so she could enjoy full attention of old man.

But surprisingly, Pappu didn’t move from there.
“What happened?” Dipti asked looking at Pappu.

“I don’t know how to make tea.”

“ha-ha-ha, what kind of servant you people have hired here. He doesn’t even know how to make a tea. You should have asked me for a servant. I’d have arranged good one for you.”

“True I don’t know how to make a tea but it doesn’t make me bad servant here. I’ll learn if I don’t know. I’m sure it’s not a rocket science or something.”

“First of all you should learn some manners,” Shinde said.

“Of course. I’m learning that from you,” Pappu said.

“Pappu, go upstairs! You should not talk like that.”

Once Pappu was gone, Dipti felt sorry to Shinde for the misbehavior of Pappu.

“I don’t think that you should keep him in here,” Shinde said.

“I also don’t want him here but, Ramesh doesn’t listen to me.”

“You also want privacy here, don’t you?”

“Err … it’s not like that. Actually I don’t like him personally.”

“There is nothing in him to like him. Anyway his presence here won’t let us enjoy each other’s company. Thank you for yesterday.”

Thinking what he had done with her yesterday she blushed deeply. “F-for what?” she stammered.

“Without your permission my fingers wouldn’t have gotten into your tight chut.”

Her breath grew rapid hearing this. “I never gave you any such permission Shinde ji. Don’t blame me. You were putting flower in my hair and …”

“Ha-ha-ha … but you didn’t object when my hand was on your pussy and my fingers were searching for your hole.”

Dipti’s breath grew heavy. “Because I didn’t want to hurt the man, who has given us such a beautiful house to live.”

“That’s why I’m thanking you.”

Dipti could see that old man was really an expert in art of flirt. Don’t know how many woman he trapped like this.

Shinde stretched his hand toward her breasts but she moved back quickly. “What are you doing Shinde ji, not again?” teasing smile was playing on her lips as she said that.

“Don’t tease the old man Dipti. I love you.”

“Please Shinde ji control yourself. Pappu is upstairs.”

“Damn, he’s spoiling the whole fun here,” Shinde said, irritated.

“Take a seat Shinde ji. Let me bring tea for you,” Dipti said smiling. She was enjoying the way he was dying to touch her. Lust in his eyes was feeling so good.

Shaking her back seductively she drifted to the kitchen. She knew he was watching every shake of her bum.

Hardly had she entered into the kitchen she heard approaching footsteps. Immediately she turned and found Shinde on the kitchen doorway.

“Shinde ji please wait there,” she said.

“I want to touch your chut again,” he said shamelessly.

She felt the tingling between her legs when he finished his sentence.

“Dear god, you are so blunt Shinde ji,” she said blushing profusely.

“I can’t help that,” he said and stepped forward into the kitchen.

“With Pappu upstairs, I don’t think we …” Dipti said. But before she could complete her sentence she was interrupted by the old man.

“I won’t take long. Please!” he pleaded and stretching his right hand forward grabbed her pussy.

“No,” she said meekly.

But she knew he wouldn’t stop now. In fact, now he was trying to insert his hand inside her salwar. Within a second his hand was upon her naked pussy.

“Oh God, it’s so soft. So charming. Beautiful,” he whispered.

Dipti gave a awkward smile on his words. His strong hand was feeling great between her legs. His index finger was teasing at the opening of her cunt. It was generating immense wave of pleasure. She was waiting for the moment when his finger will slip into her. But this moment was not coming. It seemed that he was teasing her.

“What are you doing, Shinde ji?” she asked in desperation.

“I’m playing,” he said and with slow motion his finger slipped into her slippery hole.

Her pussy squeezed involuntarily around his finger. It was breath taking moment.

Just then they heard footsteps nearby.

“Ma’am!” Pappu’s voice came rushing in. perhaps he was in living room.

Cursing Pappu, she pushed Shinde away from her and adjusting her clothes said, “I’m here in the kitchen.”

Next moment he was on the kitchen door. With the surprising expression on his face he gave flaunting glance to Dipti and Shinde.

“Shinde ji is teaching me how to make a tea,” she said but then she thought why she was trying to explain him.

“Ma’am what else I should do now,” Pappu said.

Go to hell, she thought. “Come on in and learn how to make tea from Shinde ji.”
Pappu looked at Shinde.

“Dipti you can teach him that. I already told you everything. I’ve urgent work now,” he said and slipped out from the kitchen.

As he stepped out from the house, Shinde noticed Kanchan patil who lived right across his house. She was stepping out from the car. Perhaps she was on leave today, otherwise at this time she would have been in the bank. She was not as young as Dipti but still she was much younger than him. She was about 38 years old. One of the most prominent feature on her body was her king size hips. Man they were huge. He wondered how Naresh Patil, handled them. In a birthday party of her son, Vicky, two weeks back, he had got an opportunity to feel her huge behind. When Vicky was cutting the cake he was right behind her, his crotch touching right in the middle of her massive gaand. It was great feeling. She had looked back at him with suspecting eyes but he had given her sweet smile. His heart had jumped out from his chest when she smiled back at him. Perhaps she had felt the hardness of his ding dong and was enjoying as much as he was. After that though he wanted to move things little further but he had never got any opportunity. She was busy woman. Her job in the bank occupied her in the day and in the evening presence of her children and husband didn’t leave any scope for him to try something with her. I should try today.

With speed of light he crossed the road and reached to her house. She was at the door, searching for the key in her purse.

“What a pleasant surprise. I never saw you home during this period of the day,” he said grinning.

“Oh shinde ji … yeah actually I had taken leave today to take some rest.”

“I hope I’m not disturbing you then,” Shinde said.
Expression on her face said that she was feeling little disturbed. “Shinde ji, I’m alone now at home so it would not be appropriate for me to invite you inside the house. I think you can understand …”

“Of course … of course, I understand. I was feeling alone and then I saw you. I just wanted to say hi, nothing more.”

“So nice of you,” she said.

“Um… if you don’t mind, can I ask you something,” he said.

Kanchan looked around. Perhaps she wanted to see if anyone was watching them. “Yeah … please.”

“From where have you got this charm and beauty?” he said in a seductive manner.

Her face turned pink instantly. “Thank you for compliment Shinde ji.”

“Why don’t we go inside and have a cup of tea together. What you say?” he said.

She looked hesitant. It was clear that she hadn’t tasted pleasure of extra marital affair so far.

“Shinde ji actually …”

He decided to take things in his hands. If it didn’t work then he will shift to plan B. he patted on her butt and said, “Come on you naughty girl, let’s have a tea together.”

He saw great shock on her face. Surely she wasn’t expecting him to slap her huge behind like that.
“Shinde ji …”

He didn’t let her complete her sentence and slapped at her butt again. “Come on.”

Unlocking the main door, she looked around and pulling the door open went inside. He followed her with victorious smile. His trick had worked.

“Have a seat Shinde ji, give me five minutes,” she said without looking at him and went to the kitchen.

His eyes followed her. Huge cheeks of her huge gaand were shaking seductively. God, he wanted to hold them to see how they feel. That moment will come, he assured himself.

He reached for his crotch and squeezed his dick. Three months had passed since he had fucked a pussy. He wanted some action badly. He knew that it would be sensational fuck if Kanchan agreed to give him her pussy. He had never fucked a woman with such a huge ass. It would indeed be great sight to see the big thing naked. Oh man I want to fuck her.

Kanchan was coming toward Shinde, holding tray in her hand. Deliberately he kept his hand on his crotch and kept running his fingers on the outline of his hard dick which was clearly visible in the front of his trouser. He wanted to see whether she would notice it or not and if she did what would be her reaction. When she got closer, expression on her face said that she was aware what he was doing. Her red face was clear testimony of that.

“Shinde ji, tea,” she said sheepishly.

“Naresh is a lucky guy,” he said picking the cup from tray.

“How?” she asked.

“He has got beautiful wife like you. Such things don’t happen without luck, you know.”

She blushed. Hesitant smile was crowning her lips. He wondered how her lips would feel around his dick. It would be amazing feeling he was sure about that.

Kanchan placed the tray on center table and picking another cup from tray settled on the sofa across from him. She was trying to avoid looking at him. Silently she was sipping from her cup.

Shinde finished his cup of tea quickly and placed it back on the tray. Then he rose from the sofa, his hand never moving away from his crotch. She was still drinking, her eyes on the floor. He went to her and stood right in front of her. She was still sipping as if nothing was happening around her.

Shinde’s heart was jumping hard in his chest. He wasn’t sure what this woman was thinking at the moment. Standing in front of her, he was playing with his hardness and still she was showing great interest in the tea.

He unzipped his trouser.

Her tea was over. There was no excuse now to keep her attention away from him. Slowly she raised her face to look at him. There was desire in her eyes, desire to feel his dick into her. But she was hesitating to express this desire fully.

Looking into her eyes, he unzipped his trouser and pulled out his old and experienced cock. He saw her swallow the knot in her throat. And then her eyes dropped down, slowly and teasingly and stopped at his dick. There was complete silence in the living room. Neither of them was ready to say anything.

Shinde broke the silence. “Want to take it in your chut.”

She blushed deeply and looked away. But before long her eyes got back to his dick.

“Answer me. Want it in your chut,” he said wickedly.

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered.

“Hold it in your hand.”

As if she was waiting for his command she immediately raised her hand and grabbed his dick into her hand. Oh! her soft hand was feeling great around his dick. Hidden slut of this woman was coming out slowly.

She played with his dick like she had never touched a dick before. Up and down his shaft her fingers were running playfully. He was enjoying like anything.

“Is it different than your husband’s?” he asked.

She didn’t answer him. Perhaps she was too shy to say anything. But whatever her fingers were moving all the while on his dick.

“I wonder how my dick would feel between your lips,” he said.

The look on her face said that she wasn’t comfortable with idea of my dick in her mouth. This made the whole thing more exciting. He would have to try it.

Pushing her hands away he moved further closer to her. Now his hanging dick was just inches away from her mouth.

He was not sure if she would take his cock in her mouth or not. But he kept standing there, holding his ground. Waiting.

She raised her head up a little and looked into his eyes. She was asking silently what he wanted her to do.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said huskily, his breath heavy with overwhelming desire to get into her mouth. Now he was damn sure that her lips would feel great around his dick.

She didn’t utter a word and kept looking at him. There was something in her eyes he was finding hard to understand. She seemed ready to take his dick into her mouth. But don’t know why she was not starting yet.

“It’s not the first time for you, is it?” he asked.

She shook her head innocently.

So the bitch had sucked the dick before. Then why was she not starting with him. Was she teasing him?

He bent forward and placed his lips on hers. Her lips were trembling. Now he realized her dilemma. She was in fear. She wanted to enjoy with him but fucking social values were stopping her going all the way with him.

He kept sucking her lips till the trembling of her lips stopped.

When he pulled his lips away from hers she looked at him with wide eyes, mouth open with surprise. Perhaps she was not expecting him to kiss her.

This was great opportunity. Her mouth was open. It can be opened more. He pushed the head of his dick into her unsuspecting mouth. She tried to pull her head away but he caught hold of her hair. She was not getting away till she gave him nice blow job.

“Suck it you naughty girl,” he commanded.

He increased the pressure on her hair to let her know the urgency of the situation. He was dying to get pleasure and she was still teasing him. It was not done.

Then he felt her slippery tongue on the head of his dick. She had begun the job. Good. To enjoy the moment with full concentration he closed his eyes. Warmth and wetness of her mouth was feeling so nice. The way her tongue was caressing his dick made it clear that she was good sucker.

He released her hair. He wanted to see if she would stop sucking. She didn’t. Oh man what a hot bitch he had got here.

“Suck it. Yes … suck it, you bitch,” he said. He was flying high at the moment. In his entire life he had never got such a beautiful bitch to suck his dick.

Though he abused her, she was not stopping to protest. Perhaps she was enjoying as much as he was. And may be his abusing words were turning her even more.

“Keep sucking you bitch,” he said grabbing her hair again. “Good very good. You are good cock sucker.

He caught her face between his both hands and started pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. It was superb.

Once he pushed his dick all the way, balls deep, into her mouth and choked her. Then seeing her struggling with breath he pulled his dick out.

When she was back to normal he grabbed her head and guided her mouth to his hanging balls. Immediately she started licking his balls. Now she was really behaving like a street bitch. “Yes … yes oh yes. Suck my balls you bitch.”

After enjoying her mouth on his balls to his heart content he inserted his dick into her mouth again. She accepted him willingly.

He began fucking her mouth vigorously. Now he wanted to come into her sweet mouth, and wanted to come strongly. He wanted to flood her mouth.

“Keep sucking you bitch, I’m about to come,” he announced with great urgency.

She was doing great. Now on her own she was taking his dick balls deep into her mouth. This was fun. Really fun.

Then he couldn’t hold himself and erupted into her mouth. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her hair immediately. There was no way she could get away now. He was at the peak of enjoyment and wanted to stay as long as possible into her mouth.

Finally when last drop of semen was released in her mouth he pulled his dick out from her mouth. He saw the deposit of his load in her mouth.

Looking accusingly at him she stood and ran toward her bedroom. Perhaps she wanted to get rid of his come. “Hi … hi …hi,” he grinned with satisfaction.

Standing at a comfortable distance from Dipti, Pappu was learning how to make a tea. Sweet aroma from boiling tea had gathered inside the kitchen. Urge to taste it was growing inside him. Suddenly he thought whether old man was enjoying with her in the kitchen.

Putting the gas off Dipti stared at pappu. “That’s it Pappu. Very easy.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

She poured the tea in one cup, picked it up from the counter and slipped out from the kitchen. There was nothing left for him.

“Wash the pot,” she said.

He picked the pot from gas and washed it.

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Kanchan came out from the bedroom after five minutes. She was looking embarrassed. She was not looking at him as she walked back to him.

“You are really a good sucker,” he said, laughing. “Really I have never ever received such a mind-blowing blow job.”

“I think you should go now,” she said, still avoiding his eyes.

Ignoring her words he moved forward and put his hands between her thighs. Even through the fabric he could feel her hot pussy.

“Nice chut,” he said running his fingers on her cunt. “Won’t you take my dick here?”

She looked at him. Finally. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Perhaps she was not expecting him to get hard again.

“P-please,” she whispered.

He smirked. He knew bitch was trying to show fake reluctance here. She was dying to eat his dick through her lower mouth.

He pulled his hand away from her pussy and grabbing her hand took her to the sofa.

“Now I want you to pull your salwar down and bend before me like a bitch,” he commanded. “I want to see your gaand.”

But she didn’t comply. He knew what she was waiting for.

He slapped at her bum and said, “come on you bitch.”

“W-what will you do?” she asked.

“I’ll fuck the crap out of your cunt. Now don’t make me repeat it again. Come on.”

She loosened her naara and slowly dropped her salwar on the floor. Then raising her kameez up, she bent forward, her hand resting on the sofa, her magnificent behind high in the air.

Shinde couldn’t believe his eyes. It was most beautiful gaand he had ever seen. It was huge and shapely. Both cheeks had smooth white skin.
It was like dream coming true.

He grabbed both of her butt cheeks. Oh man they were so smooth and soft. He parted them slowly. More beautiful sight awaited his eyes. The asshole was pink and beautiful. It seemed tight. Perhaps her husband was neglecting her gaand. “Hi … hi … hi … good for me,” he murmured.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. I was speaking to myself,” he said and pulled his dick out. It was already hard.

His eyes shifted further down. Her hairless pussy with pink hole looked delicious. He put his index finger on wet opening. It was waiting for his dick. he was also desperate to get into it.
Moving his finger away he placed head of his dick on dripping hole of her pussy. His breathing was heavy. His heart was beating hard. She was also in similar condition. He could hear her effortful breathing.

Leaving the dick-head on the window of her pussy he caught hold of her big ass cheeks. Then he sucked in deep breath. He was preparing himself for a big jerk forward into her.

He gave his crotch big push forward and next second he was all the way into her delicious cunt. His balls were resting on the window.

“Oooooo …” she gave a soft moan.

He drew his dick backward and then fiercely with great urgency pushed all the way in again.

“Oooooooo….aaaahhhh.” she moaned loudly this time.

Then he began fucking her. Like a mad, he pushed his dick again and again and again into her inviting pussy. It was amazing moment. Warmth of her cunt was feeling so good.

Without break he kept pumping his dick into her. His breathing was growing heavier. He was struggling for the air.

Then he screamed, “YOU BITCH! … Get ready for my water.” He started coming. But he didn’t stop till last drop from his dick had drained into her. “Oh man, it was fuck of my life. Your chut is special.”

Pulling his dick out from Kanchan’s pussy, Shinde slapped her buttocks. He was struggling with his breathing. “I need a glass of water,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. She was also struggling to control her breath.

“Don’t bother, I’ll take it,” he said and went to the kitchen. He was wondering whether somebody had seen him while he was talking to Katchan outside at the main door. This made him cautious. But he was certain that he wouldn’t leave the house without killing the slut. He sucked in deep breath and with confidence picked the kitchen knife from the kitchen counter. Then holding it behind his back he slipped out from the kitchen.

He looked at the woman. She had arranged her clothes. She was not looking at him. Her face was red.

When he was at striking distance he asked, “How was it?”

She gave an awkward smile. He smiled back and stabbed her in the chest with a kitchen knife, thrusting it into her flesh all the way.


Now smile from her face vanished and she looked at him with great disbelief. She tried to scream but he covered her face at the right moment.

?Die bitch … die,” he said twisting the knife in her chest, drawing more blood from her flesh. “Goodbye.” And then he stabbed her again and again and again wherever he could.

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security officer jeep stopped in front of a house. Inspector Parshant kumar climbed down from it and looked up and down the street. He was young inspector, just 29 years old. He was tall and handsome. As he walked toward the front door of the house his sub-inspector Neelam greeted him. As usual she was looking gorgeous in security officer uniform. Her tight shirt held her breasts in a great seductive shape. They were looking so beautiful that he couldn’t move his eyes away from them.

“Sir!” she said.

“Oh … I’m sorry … I was lost in my thoughts,” he said looking into her eyes. She flashed him an awkward smile. Perhaps she had caught him staring at her boobs. God, what has he done? Instantly his mind carried him to a room where he was standing before a committee, facing the sexual harassment inquiry. This was not out of place thought. One DSP rank officer was in trouble due to complaint of Neelam.

“Sir!” she said again pulling him back from his thoughts. “I think it’s the same killer.”

It was fourth murder in Dhantoli. Earlier victims were also women. But whatever he didn’t agree with Neelam’s statement.

“Don’t jump to conclusions officer,” he said.

“You should see the body, sir,” she said, trying to defend her view.

Parshant followed her. He flinched when he saw the woman’s body. She was drenched in her own blood. Some of the blood had gathered on the floor in random patterns. It was horrible sight.

“What do you think now, sir,” she said.

“Wait … officer. Send the body for postmortem. Let the report come then I’ll tell you what I think.” he showed her his authority. Then he saw the two cups on the center table and walked over to them to examine them closely.

“Look like victim and killer had a tea together,” he said. “Send them for fingerprints.”

“There is nothing on them, sir,” she said. “Probably killer cleaned them before leaving.”

“And how do you know this,” he asked.

“Forensic expert just left before you came,” she said.

“But still they are important piece of evidence. Pick them up.”

“Right, sir.”

Silently Parshant took a deep sigh of relief. Finally this beautiful subordinate officer had agreed to something.

“Do we have the weapon here which killed this woman,” Parshant asked.

“No sir. Like in other cases, killer didn’t leave the weapon behind.”

Stubborn woman. She wasn’t ready to leave her conclusion despite his warning. He wished he could take her to the corner and fuck her hard. Perhaps then she would respect the opinion of her superior.

“Okay who saw the body first,” he asked.

“Her son. He had come from the school and found her dead.”

“hmm … apparently there was no force entry in the house. Two cups of tea suggests that killer was known to her. Make the list of all the people known to her, maybe we might get the lead from there,” he said.

“Right sir.”

“You continue here, I have to attend meeting,” he said and walked to the door.

When he was about to climb his jeep he noticed beautiful woman across the street, standing in front of her house. She was looking anxious. Perhaps murder of a woman so close to her house was bothering her. He decided to comfort her.

He walked over to her. “Hello miss, I’m inspector Parshant,”

“I’m Dipti, inspector. We moved here recently.”

“We?”

“Me and my husband. We are tenant here in this house. I still can’t believe that a woman had been murdered so close to my house.”

“Well shit happens, you know. Did you see or hear anything which can be of help to us to solve the case.” His eyes traveled to her boobs and measured their size. They were of good size and had a beautiful shape.

He looked up if she noticed him. She blushed as their eyes met. Unlike Neelam, she seemed to like his attention.

“I didn’t hear anything,” she said, smiling.

He pulled his card from his purse and handed over to her, his fingers touching hers deliberately. “Call me if you get to know anything later on.”

“Okay officer.”

Dipti watched the security officer jeep go away from her, until it turned out from the street. Then she looked at the house across the street, her face shadowed with fear. From the open door she could see the figures of some security officermen. Apparently one of them was lady. She was sure that there was horrible sight in there. She could sense it from the faces of security officermen.

“Ma’am,” a voice from behind startled her.

She turned and shot a questioning glance at Pappu.

“I have prepared everything,” he said.

She had ordered him to cut the vegetables and knead the dough. “Okay.”

“Ma’am … what happened out there?”

“A woman has been brutally murdered,” she said walking to the main door and stepped inside.

“When did it happen?”

She turned quickly to face him. He was at doorway. He looked anxious to know her answer.

“Why are you taking so much interest?” she said. “Concentrate on your work.”

She went to the bedroom and called Ramesh and told him about the murder. “I’m worried Ramesh,” she said.

“Why so … just calm down. Such thing can happen anywhere.” Ramesh said.

“One lady told me that it was fourth murder in this area and all the victims were woman.”

Ramesh went silent hearing this. Perhaps he was also worried. “Look … just relax. I’m busy now. We’ll talk about it in detail in evening,” he said and hung up.

She knew she had irrigated him. It seemed she had called him at wrong time. Perhaps he was in the meeting or something.

In evening she draped her voluptuous body in the black saree. It was Ramesh’s favorite. She knew it would make him happy if he was still angry with her. She looked herself in the mirror. She was looking gorgeous. There was only one problem. Her navel and waist were not visible as much as they should. It was defeating the purpose of wearing the saree.

She adjusted her saree a little and then looked in the mirror again. Now her navel and waist emerged in full glory. Perfect. She walked up and down the room to get the feel of being in the saree. Then she slipped out from the bedroom. Ramesh could be home any moment.She wanted to be near the main door when the door bell rang.

Footsteps on the stairs took her attention. Pappu was coming down. His eyes were on her.

Damn I forgot that this idiot is also here in the house. She tried to cover her exposed navel and waist by pulling her pallu but since his eyes were on her she failed miserably. She couldn’t help blushing. “P-pappu there is no work here now. You can take rest upstairs if you want.”

He stopped in the middle of the stairs but his eyes didn’t budge from her body. “Pappu go upstairs!” she said sternly.

He complied immediately.

Just then door bell rang. She opened the door. It was Ramesh. But he was not alone. Jayant Munde, who had arranged this house for them, was also with him.

“Namaste bhabhi ji,” he said, smiling.

His smile was suggestive, making her blush deeply. “Namaste Jayant ji, please come in.”

Jayant followed Ramesh inside. Ramesh went to bedroom and Jayant settled on the sofa.

“Bhabhi ji I thought I’ll find you all depressed and worried after this murder incident but you look quite energetic and charming.”

“Well …” she had no words. The way he was looking at her naked waist and navel was making her restless. She had got ready for Ramesh not for him. But now he was enjoying her beauty. She could read in his eyes what would he do with her if he found an opportunity. But there was no opportunity. With Ramesh in next room, nothing could be done.

“Honey make some tea, I’m coming,” Ramesh’s voice came from bedroom.

Now there was an opportunity. Ramesh would take at least 10 minutes. Pappu is upstairs. Jayant could utilize this time if he was smart enough.

Dipti’s eyes went to the India today magazine lying on the centre table and she thought of a plan. She moved forward and deliberately pulled her pallu down while bending forward to pick the magazine, exposing her white milky boobs, covered in tight blouse, and their deep cleavage.


"Read it, till i get tea for you," she said with a smile.

He grabbed the magazine; his eyes were sparkling with excitement. He was looking what she wanted him to look at. To show him as if it had happened by accident she quickly straightened herself and corrected her pallu. “Sorry,” she said. Now excitement from his face vanished. Perhaps he was hoping that she would keep bending in front of him with her pallu down forever. Poor guy.

She turned and walked to the kitchen, her gait sensuous and suggestive, and her ass cheeks shaking seductively. She knew he was watching her. His eyes were on her buttocks. She could feel his gaze on her flesh.

She started the gas and placed the pot filled with water upon it. Then she mixed tea and sugar. But her attention was on the man. She was wondering whether he would come in the kitchen or not. He should not. It was risky.

She heard footsteps outside kitchen. He was coming. Before long she felt him enter into the kitchen. Her heart started to jump inside her chest. But she didn’t turn to look. She stayed still, showing herself lost in the tea making.

She shuddered. His hand was on the left globe of her buttocks.

“Err … what are you doing Jayant ji?” she said without turning back. But his hand didn’t move away from her buttocks.

“It’s a nice saree bhabhi ji, just checking the fabric,” he said caressing her round globes.

“It’s Ramesh’s favorite, you know,” she said.

“Nice choice. Now it’s my favorite too.” He said squeezing her ass cheek.

“Ouch … really.” His hand was working lewdly on her buttocks. She felt her breathing rise with every move of his hand on her tender flesh.

“Yes. I hope I’m not crossing my limits.”

“You are. Be advised however, my husband can come out of the washroom any moment.”

“Let him come … we are just chatting here aren’t we.” he said.

She giggled. “Keeping bad intentions toward your friend’s wife is not good Jayant ji.”

“My intentions are good bhabhi ji.” He said running a finger across her ass crack. “I’m taking care of my friend’s wife.”

She turned to face him. His eyes were drenched in lust. For a moment he looked at her face then dropped his eyes on her bulging breasts. He was really up to something. She felt panic rise within her. Ramesh could come out of washroom any moment.

“I think you should go back to living room. Ramesh can come any moment,” she said.
But as if he didn’t hear anything. He pulled her pallu down and looked hungrily at her breasts trapped in tight blouse. She had not expected this from him. Her breathing grew heavy instantly making her breasts rise and fall rhythmically on her chest. He grabbed both of her moving fruits and squeezed them hard.

“W-what are you doing Jayant ji …” she said with effort.

He didn’t say anything and kept squeezing them. She closed her eyes. Her face was pink. Suddenly he released her boobs. He was opening the front hook of her blouse. Now she panicked and pulled his hands away and quickly adjusted her pallu back to its normal position.

“Stop it Jayant ji. It’s not done.” She said. “My husband is in next room and you …”

“I just want to take a look … please bhabhi.” He pleaded.

“You don’t understand. We both would be in trouble if he …” she said.

But he was not ready to listen. Don’t know why he was ready to take such a big risk. It didn’t make sense.

“Don’t worry bhabhi ji. Ramesh wouldn’t mind … trust me,” he whispered into her ears.

This was weird statement. Why was he saying such a weird thing? And why on the earth Ramesh wouldn’t mind. She was confused.

“What are you saying?” she said.

“He is a cuckold,” he whispered again with authority as if it was obvious fact.

Oh boy it was news. But if it was true it was disgusting. Whatever fun she was getting with Jayant vanished out of the window.

“Please go back to the living room. Tea is ready.” She said sternly.

Suddenly she caught him looking toward the window. Instantly she turned to take a look. She saw a figure at the window who managed to get away before she could figure who he was. Was theory given by Jayant right? She couldn’t believe it.

“Who was at the window?” she asked him.

“Your beloved husband who else. He was enjoying the show,” he said, trying to convince her.

“I can’t believe it,” she said and went to the window and peeked outside. Window opened into the street, beyond which was a boundary surrounding the colony. It was deserted place. There was darkness everywhere. Perhaps there were no street lights back there. She tried to look in every direction but couldn’t find anyone.

Just then Jayant embraced her from behind and said, “Calm down bhabhi ji and let him enjoy.”

She pushed him away and turning toward him said, “Stop this nonsense.”

Leaving him in the kitchen she went to the bedroom. Washroom door was closed. She went to the door. “Ramesh!”

She didn’t get any answer. “Ramesh!”

Nothing.

She knocked at the door. With the pressure of her hand door pulled open. Washroom was empty. Now her head started spinning. Was Jayant really right about him being cuckold? Holy crap.

She rushed out of the bedroom and found Jayant at the kitchen door.

“What happened bhabhi ji?” he said. There was lewd smile on his face.

“Enough of it Jayant ji … this is not funny,” she said huskily.

She went to the kitchen window and shouted “Ramesh!” She wanted to confirm whether it was really him at the window. But she didn’t get any response. She called few more times but still nothing.

Frustrated she came back to living room and threw herself on the sofa and pulled down her head in her hands. “How can you people do such a thing with me,” she said.

“Sorry bhabhi ji we thought you’ll like it.”

“How can I like it? It is disgusting … you know.”

She stood up and went to the bedroom again and picked her mobile. She dialed Ramesh’s number and holding the phone on her ear stepped out from the bedroom. Phone was ringing nearby. It didn’t take long to figure from where sound was coming.

It was coming from outside the kitchen. She felt her heart sank. It was very disheartening. So Ramesh was indeed outside. She couldn’t gather her courage to go into the kitchen. She was wondering how she would face him.

He didn’t answer the call.

“Jayant ji I think you should leave immediately,” she said.

He grimaced and shook his head. Then he pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed a number. Ramesh’s phone rang again.

Jayant went to the kitchen and peeked outside the window.

“His phone is lying on the ground. Where the hell he is,” he said looking genuinely surprised.

Now wave of unwanted fear travelled throughout her body and she rushed to the window. In the darkness she could she flashing light of mobile lying on the ground. Where is Ramesh, question shadowed her mind like a storming clouds.

“I think something is wrong Jayant,” Dipti said as flashing light of mobile vanished with the disconnection of call. She was thinking about the murder of woman, early in the day. She was trying not to think anything bad for Ramesh but still foreboding feeling was rising within her. “I think we should call security officer.”

Just then she heard main door open. With a flash of light she turned and rushed out of the kitchen. It was Ramesh and he was bolting the door with great urgency. He seemed in the grip of great fear. She had never seen him in such a condition before. But whatever, she took a deep sigh of relief seeing him.

“What happened Ramesh?” Jayant spoke before she could ask the same question.

“S-s-somebody attacked,” he stammered and went to the bedroom. He was not making eyes contact with her.

She followed him in the bedroom and said, “Can I ask what you were doing there out there.”

He didn’t answer.

“Jayant told me something very weird about you.”

“What?” he asked with urgency.
“He said that you are cuckold.”

He went to the door and closed it. He didn’t want Jayant to hear their private conversation.

Coming back to her he said, “Don’t trust him. He’s a liar.”

“Then what were you doing out there,” she asked.


He went silent again. Then he looked at her and said, “instead of asking me you should explain me something.”

Now she felt embarrassed. “W-what.”

“He was caressing your ass and you were saying nothing to him. Can I ask why?”

“I don’t know what you saying. Such thing never happened.” She said in unconvincing voice. She was bad liar.

“I saw everything with my eyes. He was caressing, fondling and squeezing your ass cheeks and you were standing there, enjoying his every dirty act.”

For a second she looked at him with wide eyes then out of shame she dropped her eyes. Then she noticed bulge in front of his trouser. He was accusing her of adultery but somehow he seemed to enjoy this accusation. This was weird. But whatever it sent titillating sensation across her body. It meant she could enjoy the attention of people without worrying about Ramesh.

Seeing him looking at his bulge he said, “Okay I accept I’m cuckold.”

She “It’s weird but I think I don’t mind.”

He looked uncomfortably at her. “I can’t believe that Jayant told on me.”

“Actually he was trying to convince me,” she said. “He wanted to see my breasts. And I was not ready for that. He said you wouldn’t mind if I show him ...”

“Son of a bitch …” he said. “You know he himself is cuckold.”

“Really?”

“Yes. He talked me into this and convinced me …. And now he told on me.”

“But why you agreed for all this,” she said.

“I don’t know why?”

He seemed tense. There was possibly no explanation for this. She knew she would also not be able to explain why she allowed Jayant to do whatever he did in the kitchen. She decided to leave the topic. “But Ramesh, why did you go outside at this time. There was total darkness out there. I was worried for you. Today a woman has been murdered here.”

Her words brought back fear on his face. His face turned red.

“Can you tell what happened back there? Your mobile is still out there,” she said.

She saw him swallow. Then taking deep breath he said, “My attention was inside. When you turned to window I got away quickly. I was standing against the wall. Suddenly someone came out of nowhere and tried to stab me with a knife. I grabbed his hand. He was strong very strong. I don’t know how I survived his attack. My mobile fell but I didn’t care and ran for it.”

Dipti listened everything holding her breath. “Dear God,” she said. “I think it’s the same killer who had killed this woman. Didn’t you see his face?”

“I’m telling you I couldn’t see. My whole focus was on saving myself from his knife. Besides, there was total darkness back there.”

“I want to kill this Jayant. Due to him …”

“Leave it.”

“How to get your mobile back,” she said.

“Let it be there. We’ll see in the morning,”

Just then there was knock on the door. Dipti opened the door. Jayant stepped inside, not bothering the fact that it was their bedroom.

“bhabhi ji is everything all right.” He said.

She didn’t answer.

Ramesh told him everything in detail.

“It’s terrifying Ramesh. I think we should call the security officer,” Jayant said.

“Yes I also feel the same.”

“And what would I tell the security officer what I was doing back there,” he said, irritated.

“Oh I didn’t see it that way. Obviously you can’t say that you were watching us from the kitchen window,” he said pointing toward Dipti.

She felt embarrassed at his statement. She hadn’t expected it. She looked at Ramesh. He was also feeling the same. Whatever, this Jayant was really stupid person. He really had no sense of talking. Perhaps he was old cuckold. For him all of this might have been natural. But for them they were not.

“We can’t stay here. We have to find some other place,” Ramesh said, changing the topic.

“I’ll try to arrange but it would be difficult. It will take some time. Till then you have to manage here. If you want you can come to my house for some day,” Jayant said.

“No!!” both Dipti and Ramesh said simultaneously. They knew it would be more disastrous to stay with him.

“I think you are getting late Jayant,” Ramesh said.

“Yes I’m getting late,” Jayant said. “Oh yes … I forgot … My wife just called. She liked the way you fondled her breasts today.”

Dipti was shocked. She stood as it is as Ramesh took Jayant outside bedroom, holding his arm.

As ramesh came back to bedroom, Dipti turned to face him and looked at him accusingly.

“What was he saying Ramesh?” she asked.

“Look Dipti … stop behaving like a sati savitri. If you can allow Jayant to play with your ass then I can also do whatever I like.”

His words hurt. She decided to retaliate. “You had started cheating me and I just followed you. I would never have allowed any man near me had I not seen you with Seema.”

Color of his face changed. He was also feeling the pain. After all, truth is always bitter.

He moved forward and embraced her into his arms. “We won’t get anywhere blaming each other. I think we both want to live our life on our own ways. There shouldn’t be any problem with that until and unless we keep things within limits.”

“What kind of limits,” she asked in an innocent voice.

“I don’t want to tell you. I know you are mature enough to understand what I mean.”

She was getting his point. She was already on that track. But she was wondering whether he would honor these limits. Being woman she was naturally into this but men are different.
“Have you kept your limits until now Mr. Husband?” she asked.

He went silent. Then after few seconds he said, “You bet I have.”

His voice was not convincing. He must have screwed Seema she was sure about that. But she decided to leave the argument.

“I have to cook dinner but I don’t want to go to kitchen,” she said. Indeed she was still under the grip of fear.

He kissed her lips softly. “I can understand. Why don’t we give this task to Pappu.”

“You have arranged useless servant for me. He doesn’t even know how to make tea, cooking would be too much for him.”

“Okay I’ll stay with you in the kitchen … would that be fine,” he said.

“That would be great. But we have to keep this window close until we are here,” she said.

He nodded. “You are right.”

Taking dinner they returned back to bedroom leaving the dishes for Pappu. They changed into night clothing and settled comfortably on the bed. Getting closer to Ramesh, she asked, “How is she?”

“Who?”

“Jayant’s wife … who else.”

“She is fine,” he said.

“Did you like her?”

“No,” he said.

“Then why did you fondled her breasts,” she asked. She wanted to know what made him do such thing.

“You want to know?” he said.

“Yes.”

“I fondled her breasts because I was provoked to do so by Jayant,” he said.

“Tell me in detail,” she said curiously.

“He took me to his home today. I had no idea what he was planning. On our way to his home he started talking about his wife and told. He told me about her figure in detail. He also told me what kind of undergarments she wears. What color she preferred. Now I know that he was trying to raise my interest into his wife. Then he dropped the atom bomb …”

“Atom bomb? What atom bomb,” she asked, surprised.

“He said, ‘My wife wouldn’t mind if you give lewd attention to her boobs.’ For a moment I couldn’t believe whether I was really hearing this. But it was true. His wife met me with seductive smile. She was wearing low neck kameez. Significant portion of her white breasts were visible. I couldn’t help staring at them. Jayant left me with her and went to his bedroom. She asked me what would I like … tea or coffee or something else. I gave her awkward smile. I had never faced such situation in my life. I tried my best to look away from her inviting breasts but when you have such a sight in front of you … you really can’t ignore it.”

“So you kept looking at her breasts,” she interrupted him, her breath heavy with mixture of excitement and jealousy. The way Ramesh was describing the things it seemed that he really had liked her breasts. Now she wanted to know how he managed to fondle them.

“No … I mean I looked away from them many times but each time they managed to pull me back to them. Suddenly she too dropped atom bomb …”

“How?” she said.

“She said, ‘You can touch them, I won’t tell my husband.’ I stared at her blanked-faced. I was wondering whether she was serious with this offer or she was merely joking. But expression on her face said that she was serious. I decided to avail the opportunity.”

“Dear God …” she said.

“What happened? You want me to stop or something.”

“No-no … keep moving,” she said.

“I embraced her left boob in my hand and felt it softly. Its roundness and tenderness travelled across my body.”

“Were they more round and more tender than my boobs,” she asked, jealous.

“No they were not. Did I say that? I’m telling you what I felt at that time. Should I continue?”
“Of course … what happened next?”

“Forgetting about Jayant I felt her boobs, caressing and squeezing them. Suddenly I noticed Jayant. He was peeking from bedroom. I pulled my hand away immediately. Her wife left for kitchen to bring tea and Jayant came back to living room and sat beside me on sofa. He surprised me by saying, ‘why did you pull your hand away from her boobs. Didn’t you like them?’ I looked at him disbelievingly. Then he told me that he was cuckold. I became curious. He told me some of his adventures and talked me into doing it myself. I didn’t like the idea first but finally he managed to convince me …”

Thap … thap …thap. Fist on their bedroom door sounded.

Both exchanged surprised glance.

“It must be Pappu,” Dipti said and climbed down from bed and walked to the door, her feet trembling. Ramesh Joined her quickly. It was Pappu.

“What happened Pappu? Why you disturbed us at this time,” she said.

“Ma’am as I finished washing the dishes I noticed someone in the window. It was dark outside. I couldn’t see him properly. But I don’t know since how long he was standing there.” He said under one breath without stopping.

“Okay don’t worry … go to sleep now,” Ramesh said. “And keep your door locked properly.”

“I thought I should tell you this. sorry for disturbing you,” Pappu said and went away.

Ramesh closed the door and bolted it and then again checked it whether it was done properly or not.

“Ramesh I think we should report this matter to security officer. He’s still out there. I’m afraid,” she said.

“Don’t worry Dipti. We can’t be sure that it was the same man. It could be anyone,” he said unconvincingly.

“But why would anyone peek inside our kitchen.”

“To get the glimpse of my beautiful wife,” he said taking her into his arms and took her to bed.

He started sucking her boobs. The energy with which he was sucking on her nipples was making her moan with ecstasy. It was different, different than other days. It took her away from the present fearful situation, and she started to melt below him. Her Pussy became wet and ready for his hardness, throbbing with desire.

He penetrated the burning flesh fiercely, in one go. It was different too. Obviously he was more excited today.

“You are so wild today,” she said softly into his ears as he pumped his dick into her.

“I don’t know. I just want to fuck you hard,” he said in a hoarse voice.

And he did fuck her hard till she screamed with a great orgasm. Then exhausting themselves, they drifted to deep sleep into each other’s arms.

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Seating at her desk sub-inspector Neelam was reading an autopsy report of latest victim. Her facial expression changed from normal to tense as she reached to the end.

Just then telephone on her desk started ringing. “Good morning sir,” she said.

“Good morning. I want to see autopsy report. Come to my room,” Inspector Parshant said.

“Right sir.” She rose from her seat and went to the small mirror, hung on the wall. She could see her figure up to her chest. Her two round melons looked quite prominent on her chest. She had tried many shirts but all of them displayed bulge of her breasts quite obscenely. Yesterday when inspector was watching them she had felt so embarrassed. There was no way she could hide them.

Shaking her head she got away from the mirror and went to the room of Inspector.

“Sir! Here is the report,” she said putting the papers on his desk in front of him.

“Good. Take a seat.”

She settled on one of the chair and stole a glance at him. He was one of the most handsome officers in department. His facial features were attractive. But in terms of work he was considered most lethargic. So far he hadn’t done any significant work in the department. Rumour has it that he was womanizer. That explained his dismal performance so far.

“Hmm … have you read it?” he asked placing the report back on the desk.

She pulled herself back from her thoughts and said, “Y-yes sir.”

“So what do you think now?” he said. “Do you still think that it was the same killer?”

“Sir, if we see brutal nature of this murder and compare it with the other murders then it seems that it is the handiwork of same killer,” she said.

“Okay, go on,” he said.

She swallowed. He was looking curiously at her. “Sir, traces of semen had been found and …”

“Semen?” he said looking right into her eyes.

“Yes sir,” she said looking at the wall behind his chair. She was feeling uncomfortable the way he was looking at her. Since she had seen worse than this she kept her calm. At least unlike DSP Pritam Gupta, this young inspector was not using dirty double meaning words with her.

Thankfully, saving her from embarrassment he picked the report from desk and started reading it.

“It says just before murder victim had engaged into unprotected sexual intercourse. Words ‘just before murder’ have been highlighted. It means killer and victim knew each other quite well. But this makes this murder different than the others. In earlier cases no traces of any sexual activity had been found.”

“Yes sir,” she said. “If we consider this part then it seems that this murder was done by someone else.

“Report is indicating difference in murder weapon too. Knife used to kill this woman was smaller than those used in earlier murders,” he said.

“You are right sir. I also thought the same,” she said.

“Well whatever this murder has increased the complexity little more. I think we have to put more efforts to nail this killer,” he said. “By the way what are you doing in the evening?”

She was not expecting any such question. But her answer was clear. “I’ll be busy in the investigation of this case sir.”

“Come on Neelam … Live a little. There will always be something to investigate here. We have to enjoy our life too,” he said.

He seemed genuinely philosophical. But she knew he was not. She could see his real intention behind the curtain of this philosophy. He was handsome al right but his character was not impressive. She would never fall in his trap.

“I enjoy my work sir,” she said. “And for me work and life is same thing.”

Dipti was walking across the living room. She was waiting for Ramesh. He had gone at the back of the house to pick his mobile. Waking up in the morning, both of them had peeked outside from kitchen window to see whether mobile was still there. To their surprise it was.

Ramesh entered into the house, holding mobile in his hand. “Thank god I didn’t lose it. I have important data in it. Now you can call that security officerman who had given you the card. But don’t tell anything about me. It would be difficult to explain what I was doing out there in the dark.”

She nodded and dialed the number.

“Hello?”

“Hello sir, I’m Dipti … you had given me the card yesterday … you remember,” she said.

“Of course I remember you. I can’t forget such a beautiful lady like you. Please tell me how I can help you. I’m at your service.”

She blushed pink. Volume in her mobile was so loud that even Ramesh was also hearing what he was saying. She felt disturbed. She walked away from Ramesh, telling the inspector selected details of yesterday’s incident.

“Hmm … will you be at home at around 11:30,” he asked.

“Yes I’ll be at home.”
“What about your husband. He would be home too?”

She wondered why he asked this. Then she smiled to herself. “No.”

She hung up and looked at Ramesh. There was displeasure on his face. She knew the reason. She had denied him the opportunity to listen what inspector was saying to her.

“He’ll come at 11:30,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

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Ramesh lay on the bed, staring at the whirling fan above. He had taken leave today. He wasn’t in the mood to go to office after yesterday’s incident. But there was one more reason behind this. He wanted to be at home when inspector came. He looked at the watch. 11:20 a.m.

Just then door bell rang. He jumped off the bed and went to the door and peeked outside. Dipti was walking to the main door. It was perfect time. Pappu was also not around. He had sent him to the market. He wouldn’t be home until 1 p.m. He wondered whether the hidden camera he had placed in the living room was working properly or not. Then he thought that he had checked it before hiding it there and it must be working fine.

He saw a young man dressed in khaki uniform enter into the house. He looked handsome. When both Dipti and inspector reached near the sofa, he could hear what they were speaking.

“Sir, please take a seat,” Dipti said.

“It’s okay Dipti ji. I would like to see your kitchen,” he said.
His eyes were drenched in lust. He was leering at her breasts.

“Okay … it’s there,” she said pointing toward the kitchen.

Inspector walked into the kitchen. Dipti followed him. Now they were beyond his sight. He wondered what was happening in there. After five minutes both of them emerged together. Inspector’s hand was on her rear. Dipti was looking bit uncomfortable. Perhaps she knew that Ramesh was watching her. Which he was.

“Don’t worry Dipti ji. If you see anyone again outside your kitchen window call me immediately. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you sir,”

“I also want to take care of your cunt,” he said moving his hand across her ass crack.

“Err… I beg your parden,” she said.

“You have got good assets on your body Dipti ji,” he said to her, roaming his hand all over her buttocks.

“T-thank you sir,” she said.

“Your husband is a lucky man,” he said and reached for her boobs. “What is the size of these oranges?”

“34 … I think,” she said.

“You think? Hahaha … nice joke,” he laughed. “What is the size of your husband’s …”

“I don’t know …” she blushed.

“Doesn’t he show it you,” he said wickedly.

“He does but I never measured it.”

Inspector unzipped his trouser. Ramesh heart skipped a beat. He looked at Dipti to find her reaction. It was difficult to say what she was feeling but in her eyes there was curiosity.

When Inspector pulled his dick out, Ramesh noticed that it was bit smaller compared to his own size. He felt proud on his endowment.

“Please hold it in your beautiful hand,” he said.

Dipti looked toward the bedroom door. Ramesh quickly got away. When he peeked outside again, Dipti was holding his dick in her hand. He was sure that it was getting recorded in the camera. Smile of satisfaction emerged on his face. This should be enough to get rid of Dipti.

Now there would be no hindrance between him and Seema. Ramesh’s parents had forced him to marry Dipti. She was from wealthy family and so his parents agreed willingly. They forced him to sacrifice his love. He married Dipti with heavy heart. But he couldn’t love her. Seema was his only love. He enjoyed fucking Dipti’s pussy all right but now he was getting fed up with her. And now after seeing her like this who would want to stay with her. She is a bitch.

Ramesh drifted away from the door silently without making any noise. There was wicked smile on his face. What he couldn’t do yesterday had been done today. Had he not been attacked by some freak, he would have recorded infidelity of Dipti yesterday itself. But there was no need to worry now. Finally there was evidence with him and now she would not be able to deny divorce to him. He would also show this to his parents if need be. But he thought that it wouldn’t be needed.
Dipti stood in front of inspector holding his dick in her hand. It was hard like a rock. She could feel when it throbbed in her hand. She knew Ramesh was watching her and this fact was disturbing her a little. She still hadn’t adjusted to the fact that her husband was cuckold. For her it was better if she had complete privacy at this moment. That would have enhanced her enjoyment. Now she was apprehensive all the time about what Ramesh was thinking about her. What if he didn’t like what she was doing? Thinking about it for a moment she pulled her hand away from his dick.

“What happen, Dipti ji?” he said squeezing her right boob. “Didn’t you like it?”

“Actually my husband is home. He’s sleeping in bedroom,” she whispered to him.

“Holy shit … why didn’t you tell me that,” he whispered back and quickly pulled his dick back into the trouser.

“I wanted to tell but …”

“Okay don’t worry,” he whispered. “I have safe place. Call me whenever you can come with me and I will give your cunt damn good fuck.”

She smiled to herself. Poor inspector was dreaming about her pussy but he would never get any such opportunity. But since he was security officerman she thought it wise to make this point clear to him. She didn’t want him to keep any grudge against her.

“Sorry sir … but I can’t come … sorry,” she said.

“Why … what’s the matter?” he said.

“I just can’t. I’m married woman and I have my limitations. I hope you understand.”

“If you can hold my dick in your hand then why can’t you hold it in your cunt?” he said. “Come on you’ll like it.”

“Sorry sir,”

Anger and irritation gathered on his face. Now he seemed a dangerous person to talk with. She wondered whether Ramesh would come for rescue or not if he did something weird. But thankfully he turned and walked to the door. His feet were hitting hard on the floor. Clearly he was not the right man for teasing. She was apprehensive about him from the beginning. And when he had come she had not given him any indication which could prompt him. But in kitchen he himself started caressing her buttocks. She didn’t stop him for she was enjoying a bit and also because of Ramesh. She knew he had skipped his office for purpose.

Now she had irritated a security officerman and this was not right thing to do.

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Ramesh stepped out of bedroom. Dipti was at main door, closing it. he was wondering what she was talking with inspector. They were whispering so low that he couldn’t hear anything. Well fuck it … who cares.

“Is he gone?” Ramesh asked.

“Yes,” she said without looking at him. “He asked me to hold his …. And I could say no to security officerman … are you angry.”

“No I’m not honey,” he said. Keep doing it you bitch, I don’t care. Your sluttish behavior is good for me.

“I’m going for bath, don’t disturb me,” she said, smiling.

“Sure baby,” he said smiling back.

As she disappeared into the bedroom he quickly rushed to the corner and picked his camera from the flower pot. To his surprise it had recorded nothing. Apparently it had gone off on its own. Perhaps battery was low. Damn.

He walked desperately across the living room. Then he stepped out in the lawn and dialed a number.

“Hi good morning,”

“Good morning Seema. You have to give me more time,” he said

“Why you want more time. Just take damn divorce from her and …”

“It’s not that easy I have told you already. Her father is lawyer and wealthy. He wouldn’t allow this divorce without any reason.”
“Yesterday evening you had told me that you had got a plan to get rid of her.”

“Well I’m working on it,” he said.

“Look Ramesh I can give you just one week. After that I have to marry where my parents want.”

“You had said that you will never marry. Now you are changing my love,” he said.

“I love you Ramesh you know that. And I’ll never be happy with any other man. But you must understand my situation. My parents are depressed and unhappy because of me. Now you are married for two years and what have I got in these two years. If you want me in your life then you have to take a stand. You didn’t earlier but now you have to, for I can’t let my parents suffer because of me. They want to see me settled and happy in a family of my own. Please understand my situation. Please find some way …”

She hung up but her last words started flashing in his mind. Please find some way … Please find some way.

This problem can’t be solved in one week. Even if he gathered the evidence of Dipti’s infidelity procedure of court will take much longer time. He would never be able to get rid of Dipti in one week. He had to think something else. Some short cut.

As he was walking anxiously in the lawn thinking about the probable solutions his eyes went to the house across the street where a woman was murdered yesterday. And then he got the short cut he was looking for. Four women had been murdered in this area. One more can be added to that number safely. A wicked smile emerged on his. This solution seemed perfect. If he executed this murder with perfect planning then there would not be any problem. And then finally he would be with Seema. Great Ramesh great … you are really great.

Just then his phone rang. It was Jayant.

“Hello,” he said.

“Ramesh, boss is calling you yaar come immediately,”

“I’m on leave Jayant,” he said.

“There is some urgent matter. You have to come.”

He winced in frustration and said, “Okay I’m coming.”

He went inside and knocked on the bathroom door. “Dipti I’m going to office.”

“But you were on leave,” she spoke with opening the door.

“Yeah … but boss wants me urgently in the office.”

“Okay.”

He slipped out of main door and closed it behind him. Then thinking something he turned back. He pushed open the door. Let it be open. Killer might take it as invitation for another murder. That would be just great for him. That way he would be saved from killing his own wife.

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Dipti was drying her body with soft towel. In last few days she had become so sensitive that even towel was also generating exciting feeling within her as she was rubbing it all over her body to soak the droplets of water. She went to the mirror and looked at her chest. She smiled seductively. Her hanging boobs were looking beautiful. It seemed as if after getting the touch of different men they have grown in beauty. Then she bent a little to stare at her womanhood between her legs. It had also felt different hand upon it lately and perhaps it had also changed a little. She touched the clit and rubbed it gently, sending thrilling sensation across her. Now she was sure that it had become more sensitive.

“Hey you dirty pussy, keep this fact in mind that you will never get different dicks. You have to stay content with just one cock. And that cock is of my husband,” she said to her pussy and giggled.

Suddenly something took her attention and she straightened herself. She was not sure but she thought that she had heard something. Perhaps bedroom door had opened and rusty hinges cried with it. But Ramesh was gone and Pappu was also not at home. Perhaps Ramesh hadn’t left yet.

She wrapped towel around her body. She hadn’t kept her clothes in bathroom. They were lying on the bed.

With hesitation she grabbed the knob of bathroom door. Then taking deep breath she pulled it open.

“Ramesh is that you?” she said, taking step out of bathroom.

“No it’s me … lucky old man.”

She couldn’t believe her eyes. Shinde was standing right in front of her in her bedroom, grinning.

“S-Shinde ji … what are you doing in my bedroom,” she said in angry tone. Obviously it was not done.

“It’s my house you forgot,” he said politely.

“Yeah … but now we live here on rent,” she said. “Please go sit in the living room … I’m coming.”

He grabbed her towel and pulled it strongly. She tried her best to hold it on her body but couldn’t keep it. Before she could understand or do anything she was standing naked in front of his leering eyes.

“We have great opportunity today Dipti. Why don’t we screw a little?”

Sight before him was unbelievable. This was not the first time he was seeing the woman naked. But this young woman in front of him was epitome of beauty. It seemed as if great craftsman, called god, had crafted her body with a great precision. Her slender waist had beautiful curves at exactly right places. And two delicious fruit hung on her chest seemed just about ready for eating. They looked as if they had ripened recently. Possibly Ramesh hadn’t given much attention to them. So bad.

Then he shifted his eyes downward. She was hiding her pussy from his eyes. this was unnecessary.

“P-please Shinde ji give my towel back,” she pleaded.

“Why you want to deny such a beautiful sight to this old man,” he said. “You are most beautiful woman I ever saw. Now please remove your hand and show me your chut.”

“Give me my towel then I’ll show you,” she said.

She was not looking at him. Her eyes were on floor. Her face was pink with embarrassment. But her rosy cheeks were looking quite beautiful.

“I’ll see the chut first and then you will receive your towel,” he said.

She looked at the bed from the side of her eyes. Her clothes were lying there. He lunged to the bed before she could and picked her clothes.

“You are not getting anything to wear until you show me that little thing you are hiding behind your hand,” he said and grinned.
“Please Shinde ji. This is not done.”

Was there anger in her tone? This woman was spicy. He would love to insert his dick into her tiny hole and fuck her hard.

“What is not done? You are hiding beautiful sight from me. I my opinion this teasing is not done. You should be little courteous toward owner of this house.”

She went silent. She was thinking something.

“Okay. I’ll remove my hand but I have one condition,” she said.

“Tell me. I’ll fulfill whatever you’ll say.”

“After seeing it you will go out of my bedroom like a good old man,” she said. “Is that okay with you?”

“Fair enough.” He smiled and waited.

She lifted her hand slowly and revealed the great treasure to his old eyes. His heart jumped with excitement seeing such a beautiful cunt. It was white, it was silky and most of all, it was hairless. There was not even a single hair upon it. Both parts held tightly together creating a tight line of crack. He wondered how he would feel when his dick would slide in such a beautiful thing.

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She was feeling great embarrassment standing in front of Shinde like this, all naked. Except Ramesh no one had ever seen her naked like this. Frequent waves of shame were travelling through her. Now after forcing her to remove her hand from her pussy, he was looking at it with great interest. It seemed as if he had never seen a pussy before.

One more thing which was bothering her was that she was all alone at home. And this old man was in horny mood. Already a big bulge had appeared in front of his trouser. She was in very vulnerable situation. If she didn’t do anything she might end up with his dick into her pussy and that would not be good. Not good at all.

“Now please go back to living room,” she said.

He turned. She hoped that he was going. But strangely he hadn’t returned the towel and her clothes. Then he turned back and walked toward her.

Dipti flinched and stepped back with great urgency. But he kept coming to her. And she kept stepping back. Finally she stopped. Her back had hit the wall and she couldn’t have gone back any further.

“W-what are you doing Shinde ji. You should go now.”

“Won’t you allow me a little bite on these hanging fruits,” he said catching her right boob in his broad hand and then began squeezing it in very obscene manner.

She told herself not to like it as it was happening against her wish but the fact that his hand was on her boob and was squeezing it mercilessly was difficult to ignore.

“Please Shinde ji let me wear my clothes then you can play as long as you desire with them,” she pleaded.

“Beauty like you should never wear clothes if you ask me,” he said.

And next moment tender nipple of her right boob was in his old mouth, taking it into the prison. She tried to suppress the moan but it escaped into the air.

Holding her nipple between his teeth he grinned.

Bastard, she thought.

She tried to push him away but he was way too strong than her despite being old.

“Don’t waste your energy honey,” he said pulling his mouth away from her boobs. “I’m not going anywhere till I put my dick in your tiny cunt.”

“I’ll not let that happen,” she said hoarsely.

“And I’ll make it happen,” he said and took her nipple back into his mouth.

He was sucking on her tender flesh roughly. Not caring the least that his teeth were bruising against her flesh.

“You are hurting me,” she said desperately. “Please be gentle.”

“Oh … I’m sorry for that,” he said. “Actually I never sucked such delicious tits before.”

Are my tits really that much delicious, she wondered silently as he begun sucking her boobs again. She had started to melt now. Her hand went to his head, on its own, as he sucked on her nipples. Her pussy was dripping wet. This was alarming. She must do something before it was too late.

She gathered her full strength and tried to push him away. To her surprise he did move away this time. Then she realized that he himself had pulled away. The way he was looking at her pussy confirmed it. Holy shit … was she heading for a sexual intercourse with this old man.
She shook her head in desperation.

“Shinde ji you should leave now,” she said sternly, trying to sound confident and strong. But she failed miserably.

“Why don’t you get it? I’m not going anywhere till I put my dick in your juicy cunt,” he said lewdly and grabbed her arms and threw her on the bed.

Then he started removing his clothes. One by one. His chest was covered in white hair. Despite being old his arms and shoulders depicted vitality of a young man. As his underwear fell on the floor she looked at his dick with wide eyes. His dick was shorter then Ramesh’s in terms of length but in terms of width it was thicker. Hair on his balls was black. So this side of his body was still young.

Seeing her staring at his dick he grinned. “You liked it.”

She shook her head no urgently.

“Doesn’t matter. You are going to get it in there whether you liked it or not,” he said pointing toward her pussy.

Her throat went dry hearing this. “Shinde ji I’m not feeling good today. Can you do it some other day please?”

“ha-ha-ha,” he laughed and climbed on the bed, coming right upon her. “You are indeed very clever Dipti. But you can’t fool me with such excuses”

She felt the warm air of his mouth on her face as he spoke. Then next moment his lips were on hers.

“Ummmmmmmmm,” she tried to speak and tried to push him away but it seemed impossible. He was holding her shoulders strongly. This was violent. It wasn’t fun anymore. Then she felt his dick on her pussy. It was searching for the hole. Her heart sank. This was bang. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was feeling very weak and very low. She had never imagined that such thing could happen with her. Despite her resistance he was pushing things on her. Her existence was at stake.

She drew a deep breath and decided to fight. Till now she was trying to be polite with a man but not anymore.

She prepared her leg and hit him hard between his legs. It worked. He rolled down from her holding his balls in his hands.

“You bitch!” he screamed.

Dipti quickly picked her clothes and rushed out of the bedroom. There was another room across the kitchen. She rushed to it and getting inside closed the door behind her. With shaking hand she wore her clothes.

After five minutes when she stepped out, Shinde was coming out from the bedroom. He had also worn his clothes.
“Why you hit me Dipti I was just trying to please you,” he said.

“You should ask this question to yourself,” she said sternly.

“I’m sorry honey. Actually I became mad seeing you naked. I wanted to have you badly,” he said. “I need a glass of water.”

He went to the kitchen to help himself. Perhaps he knew that she would not serve him. If he did, he was right.

He emerged two minutes later. Strangely one of his hands was behind his back. It seemed as if he was holding something. Was he taking something away from her kitchen? She wouldn’t mind. All the things in the kitchen were his anyway.

Just then opening the main door Pappu came in. Surprisingly Shinde looked uncomfortable seeing him. Then he did another weird thing. He walked backward giving an awkward smile to her and disappeared into the kitchen again.

“Ma’am I didn’t get one item. Except that everything is in this bag,” Pappu said placing the bag on centre table.

Shinde stepped out again giving a suppressed smile.

“Sir is it true that it was fourth murder in this area,” Pappu asked Shinde.

Shinde seemed uncomfortable with this question. Then he nodded. “Yes it was fourth murder. I knew her personally. She was nice lady.”

“Whoever did this should be burned alive,” Pappu said.

Dipti noticed that Shinde wanted to say something to Pappu but somehow he stopped himself.

“Okay Dipti, I got to go. See you later,” Shinde said and slipped out from the door.

I don’t want to see you later you dirty old man. Son-of-a-bitch.

Dipti opened her eyes slowly and looked at the watch hung on the wall. It said 4:30 p.m. After lunch she had drifted into a sleep. She felt bit relaxed but horrible incident of morning was still flashing in the background of her conscious thoughts. Now there was no doubt that Shinde was dangerous man and she had to be careful about him in the future. But whatever, she had enjoyed a lot when he was sucking her boobies. He was hurting a bit but still it was sensational. Dirty old man knows how to suck nipples. But he should have been content with this much. He shouldn’t have tried to force things on her. It was bad. Very bad.

Taking a big yawn she got off the bed and walked to the window and peeked out. Green lawn looked good in the soft sunrays of evening sun. Evening was good. She felt like going out somewhere.

Giving one more admiring look to the lawn she turned back and came back to the bed and picked her mobile.

She dialed Ramesh’s number.

“Hello … honey when are you coming. I want to go out,” Dipti said.

“I can’t say. You can go if you want to.”

“Did you find any other house?”

“No … not yet, I fear we have to stay here,” Ramesh said.

“Why … it shouldn’t be that much difficult. I can’t stay here. It’s a dangerous place.”

“We’ll talk about it later honey … I’m busy,” he said and hung up.

Why we have to stay here … I can’t, she thought.

Shaking her head she went to the cupboard and opening it stood in front of it, thinking what she should wear for the evening. Naughty thoughts started gathering in her mind. She was going in the market and she should wear something luscious. Her eyes went to the jeans. Biting her lower lip she pulled it out. She knew it would give killing shape to her hips.

Then she took a white top and examined it. Two softy ice-creams were printed in front of it. It looked cool.

After 20 minutes she was in front of mirror in jeans and top. Her boobs were looking good, shapely. She was sure that they would attract more attention than the pictures of two ice-creams below. Then she turned to examine her hips. In tight jeans they had took quite a seductive shape.

Then suddenly apprehension gathered on her face. So far she had got nothing but trouble due to this sort of behavior. She recalled how Bushan, petty shopkeeper, had patted at her bum shamelessly without any regard to her dignity. And today she was almost banged by dirty old man.

Taking a deep breath she shook her head. I need to be careful. There is no harm in this as long as I keep things under control. Now I’ll not let anybody take advantage of me, she decided.

She picked her purse and stepped out of bedroom. “Pappu!”

He came running from upstairs.

“I’m going out. Take care of house,” she said.

“Okay ma’am.”

As she walked through the street she observed houses on both sides. Few steps ahead she noticed a man in the balcony. He was smoking a cigarette. He was looking in opposite direction from her. Out of curiosity she kept looking at him from the sides of her eyes. He had a big black mole on his left cheek. In the comics, she read during childhood, such men were depicted as criminal. She wondered whether he was the killer.

He turned his head to her direction and quickly she pulled her gaze away from him, looking straight on the street. She felt as if he was watching her. She rolled her eyes toward him to confirm. He was. His look was hard like a stone, as if he hated her. Her eyes met with his. And immediately she felt a wave of shiver within her. Pulling her eyes back to the street she rushed out of the street. She wanted to turn back and look to see whether he was still watching her but she couldn’t gather enough strength.

Who is he, She thought as she stepped out on the main road. He must be in the security officer’s list of suspects. Leave it I’ve nothing to do with it.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she couldn’t notice when an auto stopped in front of her. On the driving seat was Salim, giving weird look to her.

“Madam I had given my number to you. Why didn’t you call me? You need not come here. I can pick you from home.”
“Oh I forgot.” she gave an awkward smile to him. She knew he wouldn’t have forgotten the patting on her bum by petty shop keeper. Next moment her apprehension came true.

“Madam that day I felt very bad. How could he pat on your hips like that,” he said looking into her eyes.

She shifted her eyes away from him and swallowed. She had nothing to say on this issue to him.

“I wanted to go in there and kill him. But I hate violence. I thought maybe he liked your ass so much that he couldn’t stop himself from slapping it. And then I forgave him.”

She looked at him with wide eyes. Petty shopkeeper had slapped her ass and this auto driver forgave him for that. Who was he to bestow such a mercy after all?

“Err… what you are saying?” she said in an angry tone, confused.

“N-nothing madam, where do you want to go?”

“I’m going to local market. I don’t need auto for that,” she said.

“You have to walk quite a distance even for that. Come on I’ll drop you.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay how much you will …”

“Nothing. I’m going that way anyway.”

“No-no I’ll not take a free ride.”
“Okay you can give me 10 rupees,” he said coming out of the auto.

“Fine,” she said.

As she was climbing into the auto she felt something on her buttocks. It felt like a hand. She rushed inside quickly and dropping herself on the seat, looked at Salim. He was coming in to sit on his driving seat. She wondered whether he touched her behind. But she couldn’t ask him.

Local market wasn’t far enough. He dropped her there after minute.

“Here,” she said, holding ten rupees note for him.

“No need for that madam,” he said.

“No-no I don’t accept free ride,” she protested.

“It wasn’t free madam. You have already paid me in excess,” he said.

Remembering the climb in his auto she blushed red. So he had touched her hips back there. She felt like reprimanding him for this. After all how dare he do such a thing with her? But before she could say anything to him he was gone. I’ll never climb in his auto again, she thought.

Dipti roamed around in the market, searching for shops selling woman fabrics. There were few but collection with them wasn’t interesting. In fifteen minutes she was done with the full round of the market. It seemed waste of time. Since darkness was gathering rapidly she decided to leave for home. With freaking killer roaming freely in the area it was dangerous to stay out at this time.

Just then she saw a juice seller about 50 feet away and she felt like having a glass of orange juice. She walked over to him and said, “How much for orange juice.”

“Small glass for 20 and big glass for 35,” he replied.

She compared the glass. Small one seemed too small. “Okay I’ll take big one.”

“Do you think big would be good,” A soft whisper came from behind her.

She turned with a speed of light. A man she had seen while coming out of the street stood in front of her. He looked as dangerous as before. His eyes still felt like stone. She couldn’t hold his gaze and dropped her head. His hand was on his crotch.

“Do you like big one,”

Gripped in the shock and fear she raised her head to look at him. His face was expressionless. How easily he had said such a dirty thing to her. She looked back to see whether juice seller was looking at them. He was not. He was busy squeezing the juice out of oranges. And since she was between him and this man he also had no hint that this man was roaming his hand on his crotch.

She turned back toward the man and said, “Excuse me … do I know you.”

“Yes … you know me,” he said with confidence. Then looking toward juice seller he said, “one big one for me too.”

“I-I don’t think so,” she said.

“I’m Sudhir … You were looking at me when you were passing through the street.”

She swallowed. “You are mistaken Mr. Sudhir … I wasn’t looking at you.”

He looked at her with stern expression. Feeling uncomfortable she looked away. She was thinking to run away from there. Each second was passing with great difficulty there.

Just then juice seller approached them with two glass of juice and handed over one to each.

Dipti quickly finished her glass and quickly pulled 50 rupees note from the purse and gave it to juice seller.

“I don’t have the change,” juice seller said.

“Keep the change,” Dipti said with great urgency and darted toward the road hoping to find rickshaw or auto rickshaw for the home.

She reached to the road but couldn’t find anything. Nothing was visible on either side of the road. She grew anxious and fearful. Great sense of foreboding gathered inside her. She looked back. He was just few feet away from her. What should she do now? Before she could decide anything he was standing beside her.

“Why are you running away from me?”

“I’m not running away. I’m getting late,” she said.

“I know what’s going on,” he said.

“What do you mean,” she said, confused.

“I know who visits your house in the absence of your husband,” he said.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“It’s not but you are playing with fire do you know that,” he said.

She became more confused. None of his words were making sense to her. “Who are you to tell me all this.”

“Your well wisher … your admirer,” he said.

“Thank you very much but I got to go,” she said.

Suddenly he grabbed her strongly, covering her mouth with one hand, and took her away from the road forcefully behind a big Bargad tree. It happened so quickly that she couldn’t understand what she should do. She tried to free herself thought but couldn’t succeed.

“Shhh … don’t worry I’ll not harm you,” he said. “Your neighbor is coming to this side and I don’t want him to see me with you.”

“Ummmmm…” she protested for removal of his hand from her mouth.

“If you promise me to stay calm, I’ll remove my hand,” he said.

She nodded.

He complied with the promise.

“Are you talking about Shinde ji,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Okay … you stay here behind this tree and let me go.”

“Are you fucking with him?” he said.

Though there was darkness behind this tree but she still could see him. She looked at him with surprise and said, “What’s wrong with you.”

“I know him. He’s always hunting for pussy. If he’s visiting your house in absence of your husband something must be going on.”

“We also have one servant in the house for your kind information,” she said.

“Your servant remains upstairs. You can’t fool me.”

“What exactly do you want from me?” she said.

“I want to stab your …” he said touching her pussy. “… Pussy with my big knife.”

The situation in which she was she just heard two words ‘stab’ and ‘knife’ other words spoken by him seemed meaningless.

But next moment when he placed her hand on the big knife her fear started to melt away. With great excitement she lowered her eyes to stare at his big knife. It was surely big, very big rather.

“It’s ...” she couldn’t speak what she wanted to speak.

“Big,” he completed her sentence.

She nodded.

Suddenly he pulled his dick back into his trouser and whispered, “I got to go now. I have some urgent work. But remember one thing. Stay away from old man. He’s very dangerous person.”

And then he was gone. She stood leaning against the tree thinking what he just said. Whole thing seemed like a big mystery to her.

Thinking why this man referred to Shinde as dangerous person she cranked her neck to look at the road. Shinde was about 30 feet away, walking toward her, but he wasn’t alone. A man was with him, who, due to his khadi kurta pajama, looked like a professor of college or university. His dense beard accentuated this feeling. He should be around 45 or 46. She decided to wait for them to pass and kept hiding behind the tree. As she pulled her neck back she got stunned. A dog stood just few feet away from her, looking dangerously at her.

“Shoo … shoo,” she said.

But dog didn’t respond positively and started barking.

“Shit …” Dipti jumped out from behind the tree to the side of the road in a great haste. Dog seemed mad and it was dangerous to stay back there.

“Hey Dipti!” Shinde waved toward her, he was quite close. Suspecting that he might have seen her jumping from behind the tree she gave him awkward smile.

Though she had no intention to behave politely with him but since another person was also with him she decided to behave normally. “Good evening Shinde ji … how are you.”

“I’m fine. What were you doing behind the tree? Pissing huh?” he said.

What nonsense, she thought. How could he talk like that in front of another person?

“Err ... no … what are you saying Shinde ji,” she said, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

“Meet him, he is Manish Goyal. He’s a professor,” he said.

She wished him. So she was right about him. He was indeed a professor.

“He’s my neighbor and also very close friend. And Manish she is Dipti, new beauty in the town, who also happens to be my tenant.”

Professor extended his hand to her. This was unexpected. She had hoped him to be of reserved nature but the way he had extended his hand to her it was clear that he wasn’t.

Out of courtesy she reached for his hand and immediately he grabbed her soft feminine hand.

“So you weren’t pissing there?” he said.

Oh boy this professor was different. His words jolted her to the core, again forcing her to feel awkward.

“N-no …” she said and tried to pull her hand away from him but he was holding it with strong grip.

“Then what were you doing back there. It’s weird you know,” professor said.

“I like Bargad tree. I was just taking a look,” she said and again tried to pull her hand, but again failed.


“Good … very good. We should love and appreciate trees around us. They are source of our breathing. Your hand is so soft Dipti. I feel like holding it forever.” Professor said.

She blushed red and smiling awkwardly again tried to get rid of his grip.

“This is nothing, you should see her tits,” Shinde said, laughing.

She went into a great shock and looked at shinde with wide eyes.
Dear god, what’s the hell this old man is talking. Has he gone mad or something. It seemed as if he was taking revenge from her for the morning incident. She had hit his balls and now he was hitting back in a dirtiest manner possible.

“Is this right Dipti?” he said.

“Err no … I don’t know why Shinde ji is saying this,” she said giving angry look to Shinde. Son of a bitch.

She was feeling moisture around her hand and with every passing second it was become more and more unbearable.

“I’m saying this because I have seen and sucked these tits,” Shinde said pointing toward her breasts.

Now she felt as if she was sinking in the deep well of embarrassment where she would finally die.

“Good heavens! You have seen and sucked these tits?” Professor said eying at her boobs.

Shinde nodded.

She was speechless. There was nothing she could say at this moment. Professor was staring at her boobs with great interest. It seemed as if he was analyzing their size. He wasn’t even bothering about the fact that they were on the road and traffic was passing them by. But whatever his interest in her boobs had created unbidden moisture between her legs.

Feeling great embarrassment she pulled her hand with full force and finally her hand slipped out from his. “Nice meeting you Goyal ji. I got to go.”

Professor whispered something in Shinde’s ear, which she couldn’t hear. Shinde was nodding as he listened.

When they were done with their private conversation Shinde moved forward and holding her arm took her away from professor.

“What’s the matter Shinde ji. I got to go,” she said, trying to free her arm.

“He’s my very good friend and he has made a request …,” he said.

Sensing something wrong she immediately interrupted him, “what request?”

“He wants to see your tits,” Shinde said.

She was shocked. She looked toward professor. He was looking eagerly toward her. There was pleading gesture in his eyes.

“Forget it. I’m getting late,” she said. But strangely subtle waves of thrill had started moving within her. Prospect of showing her tits to professor was quite exciting and thrilling. She wondered how he would react once he saw her boobs. Would he be able to teach tomorrow? She smiled silently to herself.

“He’s my good friend Dipti please,” he pleaded.

“Okay I’ll think about it. But I’m getting late now,” she said.

“You haven’t got my point I think,” he said. “He wants to see your tits now.”

“Now? No-no how’s that possible. We are on the road.”

“We’ll go to garden. It’s not very far.”

“No-no-no I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Just then professor too came near and said, “Please Dipti. You are beautiful but you should show this beauty to admirer like me.”

“Err … Goyal ji please try to understand. How can I do such thing in the garden,” in her words it was implicit that she was ready to show him her tits but not in the garden.

And perhaps professor understood this that’s why he said, “Why don’t we go to your place Shinde. You are all alone.”

“No we can’t go there,” Shinde said.

“But why god dammit, you never allow anybody in your house. What’s the matter with you?” professor said. “You know Dipti, I’m his friend but I can’t enter into his house.”

Shinde seemed uncomfortable. Dipti wondered whether what professor said was really true. If it was then it was very strange. Why wouldn’t he allow anybody in his house was difficult to understand?

“Oh god I’ll die if I didn’t see these tits today,” Professor goyal said.

She blushed deeply at his statement and looked away from him toward the passing traffic.

“I’ll not let you die … Dipti come on … let’s go to the garden,” Shinde said placing his hand on professor’s shoulder.

There was no way she could go to the garden to show her boobs to the professor. It was dark and moreover it was risky. “I’m sorry I’m getting late. I have to go”

She noticed an auto and waved it to stop. Strangely it was Salim again. He stopped immediately. Certain that he wouldn’t touch her behind now; when Shinde and professor were around, she climbed into the auto.

“Where?” Salim asked.

“Home!” she said.

When auto was just about to move Shinde peeked inside and said, “Can we also join you? We are also going home only”

It seemed fined. “Okay,” she said.

She slid toward the corner to accommodate them. But from another side professor emerged and waving her to move said, “Please.”

She looked to her left, Shinde had already settled on another corner.
It was weird. Were they working as a team? She looked at Salim. He was watching them with great interest.

“I think both of you can sit here … this side,” she said to professor pointing to her left.

“Please … I want to sit this side,” professor said.

She grimaced and slid toward shinde. Professor climbed instantly and dropped his professorial ass beside her. Now she was sandwiched between two horny men. She knew they were up to something here but she had no intention to cooperate.

Auto started making thunderous sound. Except this sound there was silence in the auto. After few seconds, Professor leaned toward her and said, “Can I touch your tits,”

“W-what … no-no” she responded quickly. They were on the road and someone could see. She wouldn’t risk it.

“Please,” Professor said.

Just then she felt hand on her left boob, Shinde’s hand. Here professor was requesting and old man had already begun. She looked at Salim. His attention was on the road. Certain that it wasn’t possible for him to see where ShIinde’s hand was she decided to keep quite. Then wondering whether anyone could notice them from the road she looked out. It was dark in the auto and they were on the move. No one would be able to see Shinde’s hand.

Relieved she took her attention on her boob and felt the way old man was caressing her boob softly. Now she was feeling for the professor. He had asked her permission and she had denied it. But shinde hadn’t asked for it and still he was enjoying with her boob. It was unfair.

She leaned toward him said, “Okay you can touch … but be careful … we are on the road, you know.”

He gave her an excited smile, his eyes sparkling with joy. It seemed that he hadn’t expected this from her. But for her it was nothing. If Shinde could play with her boobs he could too.

Next moment his hand was on her right boob, caressing it all over, feeling its texture. It seemed as if he had never touched breasts before. But this feeling was proved wrong when he whispered in her ears, “These are the best tits I have ever touched, perfect roundness and shape.”

“T-thank you.” She felt her cheeks grow pink.

“You know I just love tits. They are magnificent creation of nature. Without them life would be less beautiful.”

Oh boy was he delivering a lecture on the benefit of tits. But whatever, it sounded great to hear that tits are that much important. But for her they were important anyway for she was feeling intense sense of joy at the moment.

She closed her eyes and let her emotions flow with the movement of their hands on her boobs. Both hands had language of their own. Shinde was little rough while professor was gentle. Shinde was using full hand while professor was probing with fingers. But whatever, it was amazing.

“Tell me,” professor whispered. “Has Shinde really sucked your tits?”

She looked into his eyes and wondered why he asked such question. “Why are you asking this?”
“Just curious. Nothing else,” professor said.

She nodded and looked away.

“Good heavens. Can I suck too?” professor asked.

Before she could respond to his question auto came to stop and in a great haste both of them pulled their hands away from her breasts. This moment was very embarrassing for Dipti. Salim had turned back immediately after halting the auto and she was sure that he might have seen two hands moving away from her chest. She knew Salim was smart enough to understand what it meant.

Professor climbed down from the auto first and pulled his purse out from the pocket.

“No-no Goyal ji I’ll pay,” Dipti protested.

“Doesn’t matter Dipti,” professor said, smiling.

“No … I’ll pay,” she said in serious tone.

Professor sent his purse back into his pocket.

Grabbing professor’s arm Shinde took him away as if wanting to discuss with him matter of urgent importance.

As she searched for change in her purse she noticed that both of them were giggling. She wondered whether they were discussing about her tits. It they were then it was really disgusting. How can they do it when auto driver is still here?

“Leave it madam. I don’t want to take anything from you.”
“Why would you not take anything from me? You have to.” she was irritated, partly due to him and partly due to Shinde and professor.

Pulling 20 rupees note out she said, “take it.”

He grabbed the note and said, “Madam these two men are not good.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised.

“Dipti are you coming or what?” Shinde said, laughing.

She couldn’t understand why he was laughing like idiot.

“You go ahead … I’m coming,” she said and turned back to Salim. “Tell me why these two men are not good.”

“Promise me you won’t tell anybody about this.”

“Will you please tell me what’s the matter,” she said losing her temper.

“Four month back a woman was found dead in the garden.”

Her throat went dry. “So … go on.”

“Body was found in the morning,” he said and swallowed. “Day before in the evening I had seen these two men with her. They were sitting with her on the bench.”

“What were you doing there?” she asked.

“Sometime I go in that garden to walk a little. Whole day sitting in the auto is so damn tiring you know.”

“Well fine … you saw them with that woman but does that make these two men bad.”

“Dead body of woman was found right behind that bench in the bushes,” he said. “I know it could be coincidence but I have feeling that these two men had killed her.”

Placing her hand on her chest she took a deep breath. Oh god they were taking me to the garden today.

“What happened ma’am?”

“N-nothing,” she said.

“Don’t go with them. Get back in the auto … I’ll drop you in front of your house. It’s dark you know.”

She looked toward them. They were still discussing something. She climbed into the auto and shouted, “Shinde ji, he’ll drop me home … don’t wait for me.”

Both turned toward her. There was strange look on their faces, look which shook her to the core. Her legs started trembling. It seemed as if they were frustrated seeing their pray getting away from them.

Sitting behind his office desk, Ramesh was planning how would he kill Dipti. His plan was almost ready. If everything went as planned he would get rid of Dipti without any trouble. He closed his eyes and imagined himself executing his plan. When he opened his eyes his lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. He knew his plan would work.

He looked at his wrist watch. It was 7:30 and it was time to leave. As he rose from his office chair his mobile rang. Call was from an unknown number.

“Hello,” he said

“Hello Ramesh ji, I’m preeti,” a woman voice spoke.

For a second Ramesh couldn’t figure who Preeti was. But voice sounded familiar. Then he got it. She was Jayant’s wife. Bloody cuckold’s wife.

“Oh hi bhabhi ji. How are you?”

“I’m not good Ramesh ji. I’m having a little pain. I don’t know what to do. Jayant is also not here.” she said.

Jayant had left for Pune along with the Boss. He would be back after two days.

“Pain?” he said. “Where?”

“I can’t tell?” she said.

“Please tell me bhabhi, I’ll get medicine for you,” Ramesh said.

“My chut is in terrible pain Ramesh ji,” Preeti said. “I doubt you’ll get any medicine for such a pain at drug store.”

Ramesh’s throat went dry hearing this and his dick jerked in his trouser. He hadn’t expected that she would use such a dirty word with him.

“What you want me to do bhabhi?” he said.

“Can you come to my home? I want to show you,” she said.

He swallowed and said, “What?”

“My Chut,” she said. “Perhaps your stare will heal the pain.”

Wiping the sweat from his forehead he said, “I’m coming.”

Putting the phone back into his pocked he rushed out from his room. He knew that he should concentrate fully on execution of his murder plan but it was difficult to ignore such a tempting offer.

Coming out of office he hired an auto and after 20 minutes he was standing in front of Jayant’s house, his heart jumping with excitement in his chest.

He lunged to the main door and knocked. Almost immediately door opened, as if she was waiting on the door. She was in short skirt and short-sleeved blouse which had buttons in front. Deep cleavage was adorning her chest. In other words, she was looking damn hot.

“Hi bhabhi ji, I hope I’m not late,” he said.

“You are late but it’s okay … come on in,” she said with a seductive smile.

He stepped into the house and she closed the door. As he turned back he found her leaning against the door in a sexy pose.

“Bhabhi ji how is your C-chut now?” he said staring at her skirt.

She looked into his eyes and lifted her skirt slowly and slowly. Apparently she wasn’t wearing panties. Ramesh swallowed and waited for her cunt to emerge. When it did he swallowed once more. It was clean, hairless cunt. Its petals looked somewhat bigger than Dipti’s cunt.

Mesmerized with the sight he moved forward and sat down in front of her while she stood holding her skirt around her waist.

“Beautiful Chut bhabhi,” he said confidently now. “I’m looking at it now. Do you feel better?”

“Just little bit. I’m still feeling the pain,” she said, dreamily.

He smiled and ran his finger across her cunt. “Now?”

“Goooood … but pain is not gone.”

He smiled again and placed his finger at the entrance of her cunt. With just slight pressure his finger slipped in. It was so wet. He fingered her for one minute and said, “Now?”

“So goooood … but still I’m in pain.”

“I know what you want,” he said.

“You do?” she said huskily.

“Yeah.”

“And what’s that,” she said.

He stood up pulling his finger out of her cunt and pressed his body against hers.

“You want my lund, don’t you?”

“Then why don’t you give me your lund,” she said hungrily and reached for his trouser, searching for his zipper. Meanwhile he grabbed her big boobs, kneading them as he pleased.

Finding the zipper she unzipped it quickly and slipped her hand into his underwear. When she grabbed his hard meat he felt thrilling sensation inside him. Her hand seemed skillful in handling the cock.

“I think it will relieve the pain of my chut,” she said.

“It surely will bhabhi,” he said and began unbuttoning her blouse. He wanted to see her tits.

As rounded white boobs emerged in front of his eyes he looked at them with amazement. They were beautiful pair of tits.

“Nice boobs bhabhi,” he said.

By now she had pulled his dick out and she was playing with it skillfully.

“You have got nice lund too Ramesh ji,” she said. “Won’t you suck my tits?”

“You bet I will,” he said and reached for her left boob and took its nipple into his mouth.

“Good Ramesh ji. So good,” she whispered into his ear as he sucked her nipples.

Enjoying with her breasts for five minutes he got away and said, “Time to relieve pain of your chut I think.”

She blushed for the first time and he liked that. So far it had seemed that she was incapable for that.

She lifted her skirt again and smiled seductively. He smiled back and holding his dick in his right hand placed it at the entrance of her secret door.

He pushed himself into her with one stroke. Strangely, quite contrary to his expectation, her cunt seemed tight around his dick.

“I think Jayant’s lund is smaller than mine?” he said keeping his dick into her cunt.

She nodded. “Too much small than yours, in fact.”

“That’s why he’s cuckold isn’t it,” he said. “He wants to see his wife get fucked by big dicks”

“No he doesn’t want that. Had he been here I wouldn’t have allowed you to put your dick into my cunt,” she said.

“But he’s cuckold right. He himself had told me that.” Ramesh was confused.

“He is cuckold but he wouldn’t allow me to fuck anybody. He enjoys when people stare at my breasts and hips. He also enjoys when men caress and fondle my assets but that’s it. He had persuaded me into this but now I’m frustrated you know. After meeting you I felt like going all the way with you. You are second man to enter into my cunt.”

Her words excited her and pulling himself back he slammed his dick into her hungry cunt with full vigor. “So is there some relief in your pain now.”

“Not yet, Ramesh ji. You have to generate orgasm within me for that.”

He laughed and started fucking her inviting cunt furiously with long and wild strokes. “Don’t worry about orgasm. You’ll get plenty of it.”

With each powerful stroke he was making into her cunt she was forced back and her round buttocks were hitting at the door, creating rhythmic erotic sound.

“Fater Ramesh ji. Fasterrrrrr! …..” she screamed.

Perhaps she was approaching her orgasm. He increased his pace, pumping his dick into her with great urgency. He himself was about to explode.

“Stoppppp! Aahhh,” she screamed with ecstasy.

“Wait a minute bhabhi. I’m about to come.” He said breathlessly.

After few fierce rapid strokes he ejaculated into her warm cunt and flooded her. “Oh my god, it was so good,” he announced as he stopped.

“This should remain between you and me. Jayant shouldn’t know this,” Preeti said.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell him anything,” he said pulling his dick out from her tight cunt. “I hope pain of your chut must have gone now.”

She blushed and nodded. “Thank you for relieving my pain.”

“Pleasure is all mine bhabhi,” he said putting his dick back into his trouser.

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“Have you reported this fact to security officer,” Dipti asked Salim as auto stopped in front of her house.

“No madam. Why would I do that? I don’t want to get involve in security officer matter,” Salim said.

“You stupid. It might help the security officer.”

“Yeah … but it might make my life miserable. You know how security officer work, don’t you?”

“Anyway thank you,” Dipti said climbing out from the auto.

“Madam did you feel bad about that,” Salim said.

“Yes of course it was bad. Don’t do that again okay,” she said avoiding his eyes.

“Actually like that shop keeper I couldn’t stop myself touching your behind. But still I hadn’t slapped it,” he said.

“Err … you wanted to slap at my …,” she said, surprised.

“Yes,” he said, grinning.

“Are you gone mad?”

“Those two men were playing with your tits as I drove, weren’t they?” Salim said.

“No-no you are mistaken,” she said. “I think you should go now.”

She turned and walked to the main door of her house, aware all the time that he was watching her buttocks as she walked.

Pappu lay on the sofa in living room, feeling himself owner of the house at the moment. He was happy here. Work was not that much demanding and room in which he was living upstairs was very good. Obviously it wasn’t meant for servant. Everything was fine here except one thing. Ma’am didn’t like him and due to that his job was always in danger.

With the thought of ma’am he wondered where she might have gone today. And with this his thoughts took wild flight and he imagined her in a shop somewhere with some shopkeeper sucking her boobs. Feeling weird he shook his head to push the thought away but then realized that this thought was not as weird as it sounded to him. After all she had allowed Bhusan to suck her boobs. He was total stranger to her and still he had gained access to her boobies. What a lucky bastrard Bhusan was. He wished he had the luck of Bhusan and imagined himself sucking boobs of Dipti ma’am. His dick jerked involuntarily in his trouser as his imagination became more vivid. His breath grew heavy and he felt rise of big tent in front of his trouser. His hand drifted down to feel the hardness of his organ and as he touched it wave of excitement travelled through him.

As he ran his fingers across his hard organ he pictured the moment when ma’am was going out. She was looking gorgeous in jeans and top. Her hips had got splendid shape in tight jeans, looking broad and solid. There was big possibility that some stranger was playing with her sexy butt while he lay here on sofa.

He drew hopeless breath into his lungs and with a long sigh let it go. He knew being her servant he would never get any such opportunity with her. And moreover she didn’t like him. Was he not smart? He looked at the clothes he was wearing. Disappointment gathered on his face. His clothes were not good. His trouser was withering away. He was wearing it since last four years. His shirt was also in the same plight. Another pair of trouser and shirt lying in his dirty old bag was also in similar condition. Obviously his clothes were not attractive enough to draw her attention. These days people don’t look at the person, they look at his clothes and shoes. With these clothes he wouldn’t be able to attract anybody.

With a tense expression on his face he looked out from the living room window. Darkness had gathered outside. When he had come downstairs to lie on expensive sofa there was still light outside. With a flash of light a thought came out of nowhere. Things change. He realized that though now darkness had engulfed the light into itself but tomorrow once again there will be a day. Yes things change…

“What are you thinking?” A voice spoke, woman’s voice. “And what are you doing on sofa.”

He quickly jumped off the sofa to stand up, his legs shaking. Bulge in front of his trouser was still prominent. He covered it with both of his hands and gave awkward smile to Dipti ma’am. He knew he was in trouble. He was so lost in the thoughts that didn’t notice her enter in the living room through the door. Now answer to her question was tricky. Before he could make some stories his mouth uttered the truth. “I was wondering why you don’t like me.”

He regretted once words left his mouth but it was too late. She was looking at him with puzzled face. Obviously she was confused. It seemed that she had seen his bulge.

“You were thinking about this?” she said, looking surprised.

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to say that. By the way ma’am how you came to know that I was thinking something,” he said to change the topic.

“The way you were lying on the sofa anybody could say that you were lost somewhere. But why should you think such a stupid thing. I mean … it doesn’t matter whether I like you are not. Why do you worry about it?”

“I’m your servant ma’am and if you’d hate me it would be difficult for me to work here.” He said.

“Okay then, pack your bag and get the hell out of here.”

His throat went dry. She was so blunt in her expression. “Don’t you want a servant?” he said.

“You can’t cook. And I have observed that you don’t have much experience in household work. If you ask me I don’t want you here.”

She was showing attitude to him. Perhaps she had forgotten that he knew her secret. He decided to remind her. “Ma’am, have you gone to Sitabuldi today?”

“W-why? Why are you asking this?” she stammered.

Roughness in her voice subsided a little. His secret weapon had worked.
“Ma’am, please be careful with Bushan if you go to his shop again. You might have enjoyed with him but he’s not a good man.” He surprised himself when he spoke such a things. Deep inside he had no intention to hurt her or humiliate her but since she was showing attitude to him such a shock was necessary for her. Otherwise she wouldn’t let him work here. And he didn’t want to lose the job.

“Okay … okay get me a glass of water. I’m thirsty.” She said.

Smiling to himself he walked to the kitchen.

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I can’t tolerate him here. I have to talk to Ramesh, she thought once Pappu disappeared out of her sight. As he walked toward her holding the glass of water she wondered why he was thinking about her and why was there bulge in his pant when he thought. Was he interested in her in sexual way? Thought seemed uncomfortable and disgusting. Shaking her head slightly she grabbed the glass from him and drinking it gave it back to him. Feeling of restlessness was rising within her. She wanted to clarify the issue with him but decided against it, thinking that it was unnecessary for he wouldn’t be staying here long. She would convince Ramesh to fire him.


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Next day in the evening Dipti lay on the bed in her bedroom, wondering why Ramesh didn’t tell her that he was going to Chandrapur. He came in the afternoon, packed his bag and left, saying he would be back after two days. It was weird. Yesterday evening he had come very late from office and had gone to sleep straight away. She couldn’t talk to him about Pappu. In fact she couldn’t talk to him about anything. Was he angry with her?

She closed her eyes, trying to stable her restless mind. Soon she felt drifting into a sleep. She had already taken the dinner and she wasn’t in the mood to watch TV so sleeping seemed good idea. There was only one thing which bothered her. She wasn’t sure whether she had bolted her bedroom door or not. Gripped in the drowsiness of sleep she didn’t felt like going to the door to check for the bolt, though her inner voice was prompting her to go check for it again and again. Soon all the worries and thoughts vanished and she drifted into a deep sleep.

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Ramesh stood in front of main door of his house, thinking. He knew if he stepped in there would be no turning back. He decided to think about it again.

Was it necessary to kill Dipti? Was there no other way?

Had there been another way he wouldn’t have planned to kill her, he reasoned. This was the only way. Moreover there was no need to be sentimental about Dipti. She was unfaithful and treacherous wife. She didn’t deserve to live. She must die. Her death would open the way for him to get united with his love. Yes, she had to die come what may.

Taking deep confident breath he pulled mask from his pocket and wore it on his face. He didn’t want her to see who was killing her. That way her ghost wouldn’t come after me for she wouldn’t be knowing who killed her, he thought in a lighter way.

Then he pulled the key for the inbuilt door lock from his pocket. In the morning while going to the office he had took with him the original key to get duplicate from the key maker. When he had come back in the afternoon he had returned the original key to the kitchen where it lay normally. Thankfully there wasn’t bolt on the door otherwise this approach would have been meaningless.

As he tried to put the key in the lock, door moved slightly inward. Door is open?
It was strange. Has Dipti forgotten to lock the door? Well whatever now there was one more reason to kill her. Such careless bitch shouldn’t live.

Long creepy bays of street dogs pulled Dipti out of her sleep suddenly and with a sense of fear she shifted uncomfortably on the bed. On any other night she wouldn’t have cared for these sounds but fact that she was all alone in the bedroom raised level of her adrenaline. Don’t know why but she felt as if she had heard the sound of main door open. It was protracted creaking. Suddenly she realized that bedroom door was open and with great urgency she jumped off the bed and rushed to the door to close it, cursing herself why didn’t she bolt the door before sleeping.

As she reached the door she noticed that there was no light at the threshold. It seemed weird. Light from kitchen kept whole living room in dim light. Same light also lit the space below bedroom door. Did Pappu switch off the kitchen light … stupid boy, she thought.

Out of curiosity she pulled the door open and peeked out. There was total darkness throughout the living room. Kitchen light was off.

Just then she felt the presence of someone in the living room, someone dangerous. Did someone break into the house? This feeling was so strong that she quickly pulled her neck back and fumbled for the bolt, which seemed to disappear from the door. Before she could get hold of the bolt she was pushed very hard away from the door. Impact of this was so strong that her head hit at the wall and intense wave of pain travelled through her. But there was no time to cry over this, her life was in danger. She had to keep courage. She rushed to her bed and grabbed the knife which lay on bedside table. After dinner she had used this knife to cut apple. It wasn’t big weapon but right now it was only defense available. She didn’t switch on the light for darkness looked beneficial at the moment. Holding the knife she went into the corner, her hands shaking. She wasn’t sure whether she would be able to use the knife if it came to it. She hadn’t killed even mice in her life. But since her life was in danger she wouldn’t hesitate, she decided. But this decision seemed hollow for it seemed that there was no strength in her hands.

She heard footsteps approaching and before long a shadow emerged. It was difficult to figure who it was. But one thing was certain he was the same killer who had murdered four women in this area. Perhaps he knew that she was alone in the house and grabbed the opportunity to kill her.

Just then creaking sound from main door emerged again and she saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. She was confused as to who could be on the door at this time. The way intruder has rushed out from the bedroom it was clear that he hadn’t expected this event.

Ramesh pushed the door slowly but still bloody rusty hinges cried, disturbing the stillness of night. For a moment he stood confused at the threshold, not sure what to do, but he cursed himself for being careless. He should have been careful about the door. Then his attention went to the total darkness in the living room and he shot a confusing glance toward the kitchen. Kitchen’s light was off. But why?

Just then he heard footsteps. Sound had come from the bedroom. Suspecting that he had woken up Dipti, Ramesh rushed toward the sofa to take cover. Somehow it seemed good to him that Dipti was coming out from the bedroom. His work was half done that way. In any case he was going to knock at the door to wake her up and stab her once she opened the door. Now she was coming to him to get killed. He grinned silently.

His grinning turned into confusion when he saw a shadow rushing out from the main door. From the appearance it was clear that it was shadow of a man. He couldn’t figure who he might be. Has Dipti called someone to enjoy behind his back? Bitch.


Then he thought about the killings of women in this area. Was he killer who had come to kill Dipti and after finishing his job rushed out. It was possible.

Ramesh drew deep breath and hoped that he hadn’t disturbed the killer in the middle of his killing sport. Shaking the thought away he rose and holding the knife in his hand walked silently to the bedroom, hoping to find dead body of Dipti stained in the blood.
Reaching the bedroom he found the door open. As he stepped in the bedroom he tightened the grip on the knife. If she was still alive he would finish the job on behalf of the killer.

He found her standing in the corner, alive. Damn … so he scared the killer away. But nothing to worry the killer would get the full credit for her murder.

Without uttering a word he moved toward her, holding knife above his shoulder. He could sense that she was shivering hysterically. He felt sorry for her but there was no way out in front of him. She must die.

As he reached in striking distance with a speed of light Dipti moved and … and … oh god she stabbed him in the chest. It was so unexpected that he stood there gripped in great shock. He felt Unbearable pain and gave a desperate moan. With shaking hand he aimed at her but missed her. And then she made a terrible blow between his legs injuring his testicles. He wanted to shout “bitch” but controlled his emotions, for she would immediately recognize him.

Now he was angry, Very … very angry rather. He raised his left leg and kicked her into the stomach. Bending over she cried in pain. He kicked her again, not caring the least that she was his wife. Then he waited, trying to control his heavy breath. As she straightened slowly he raised his hand to stab the knife right into her chest. But he couldn’t strike her. Someone was holding his arm.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” A voice spoke.

This was Pappu. God! Why had he employed him? Pulling his hand as hard as he could he kicked his elbow into Pappu’s belly. He heard him fall backward but unfortunately knife from his hand fell on the floor. He wanted to recover the knife and strike at Dipti but pain in his chest grew unbearable. Moreover he was in the danger of being caught. It was better to get the hell out from here before it became too late. Gripped in the sense of frustration he stumbled out. Pappu tried to grab his leg but he kicked his hand away.

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“Pappu … pappu … You okay?” Dipti said. She could she him lying on the floor.

“I’m okay ma’am,” he said as he stood. “My chest is paining.”

“I don’t know where I have kept my mobile. We should call security officer.”

“Where is the light button?” pappu asked.

“Shh… first go and close the door. He could still be out there.” Dipti said.

Pappu went to the door immediately and bolted the door.

Dipti switched on the light and looked for her mobile everywhere but it wasn’t visible anywhere. Perhaps I have forgotten it in the kitchen, she thought.

“Where is your mobile ma’am?”

She looked at him for the first time and immediately she couldn’t help blushing. He was in underwear and vest.

“S-sorry ma’am. I came down immediately when I heard your cry. There was no time to wear anything.”

“It okay,” she said in an embarrassing voice and looked at him again. His underwear was tight. It seemed as if he was wearing lower size underwear. There was big bulging thing at the front of his underwear. Obviously he was not carrying an erection in the moment but still thing behind his underwear seemed quite big.

“What should we do now?”

Pappu’s voice forced her to pull her eyes away from his underwear. For the first time she was feeling something for Pappu. She raised her eyes to look into his eyes and found the innocence of village person in those eyes.

“My mibile is in the kitchen I think,” she said.

“Okay I’ll get it,” he said.

“No, don’t go out at this time. He could be out there waiting for us.”

Coming out from the bedroom Ramesh rushed to the main door and slipped out. Pain in the chest was killing him. He stopped in the lawn and leaning against the wall pulled the damn knife out from his chest. Hot blood gushed out along with the knife and he clenched his teeth to suppress the painful moan. He was about to throw the knife away but realizing that it wasn’t wise thing to do stopped himself and put the blood stained knife into his pocket. Sense of frustration and failure swept over him. He had come to kill his bitch wife but instead himself got stabbed by her. This wasn’t fair.

As he decided to move from there he realized that his wrist watch was missing. Perhaps he lost it in the bedroom. It was not good. Not good at all. Dipti would immediately recognize that it was his watch. Already gripped in the frustration, this fact raised his mental agony. I have to go back to get my watch. I can’t leave it there.

He calculated the risk. Now Pappu was also with her. Damn, why did he employ this stupid Pappu. He had spoiled his entire plan. Taking the deep breath he decided that now Pappu also had to die. He checked his wound. It was paining but thankfully wound wasn’t deep. He could carry on. Anyway he had to carry on.

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Dipti went to the closet and opening it stood in front of it, wondering what she should give to Pappu to wear for it was very embarrassing for her to be with him in the same room when he was in such an obscene attire.

“What size trouser do you wear?” she asked.

“28, ma’am,” he said.

“28? Are you that slim.” She looked at him disbelievingly but found that he was right. Surprisingly she hadn’t noticed this fact. He was indeed very slim. “Ramesh wears 32. His trouser won’t fit you.”

“Don’t worry ma’am … I …”

“I have to worry,” she interrupted him. “Look at yourself into the mirror. You look so obscene … you know. That thing in front of your underwear aargh … it needs to be covered. I’m …”

Seeing something on the floor she stopped before completing her sentence. It was a wrist watch. She went to it and picked it up. It’s Ramesh’s watch. But what it’s doing here.

Just then bedroom light went off and she felt rise of horrible foreboding within her. It seemed as if killer was coming back to get her.

Moments later she was proved right. Killer was pounding hard on the door. Perhaps he was hitting at it with his feet. He was trying to break in. It gave her goose bumps and shivering hysterically she jumped forward toward Pappu and embraced him tightly, forgetting the fact that he was in just underwear and vest.

“I don’t want to die,” she said.

“I won’t let you die ma’am,” he assured her, tightening his arms around her.

At the moment this locking into each other arms seemed most natural thing to do. Demand of the situation.

She felt that Pappu was afraid too. She could feel his trembling arms. His legs were shaking too.

Suddenly deep realization swept through her and she felt that both of them were in the same condition, feeling the most primal emotion of human existence. Fear of death had brought them together into the arms of each other dissolving the divides of rich and poor and master and servant. Now they were equal, reacting equally to the fear of death.

Pounding against the door grew harder and harder. It seemed as if door would break soon. Unfortunately there was nothing in the room which they could place against the door and delay the entrance of killer into the bedroom.

“Ma’am I know it would feel weird but I want to say something.”

“Trust me, nothing would be weird to me right now,” she said.

“I think …” he hesitated.

“Yes come on, say it,” she said.

“I think …” he stopped. And after few seconds which seemed like eternity he continued. “… I like you.”

His words went deep into her heard, forcing her to think about it. But she couldn’t gather any response. She knew she didn’t like him. But at the moment she didn’t want to convey this fact to him. It would hurt him. For some unknown reasons she didn’t want to hurt him.

As door cried loudly after the heavy pound she whispered into his ears, “I’m not a good woman Pappu.” There had been no conscious thought behind these words. She just said. It was some sort of confession, she guessed.

“Why are you like this?” he said.

Feeling uncomfortable at his question she got away from him. But he moved forward, embracing her again into his arms. She wanted to push him away but couldn’t. There wasn’t even a fragment of lust into his hug. Thought they were tightly pressed against each other she wasn’t feeling any hardness against her belly.

“We should do something,” she said trying to avoid his question. “We can’t let him come in and kill us.”

“Do you have any weapon here?” he said.

“I had one knife and I had already stabbed him in the chest.”

“That means he is wounded. We are at advantage here,” he said.

“I don’t think so. Look how energetically he’s hitting at the door.”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you ma’am,” he said and placed his lips on her left cheek.

She swallowed the knot in her throat but couldn’t say anything to him for she knew it was reassuring kiss. It was kiss to give substance to his words. Already he had saved her and there was no reason to doubt his statement and intentions.


Her cheek felt so soft and so tender under his lips. For a moment he forgot that there was someone outside, trying to break in to kill them. His shivering subsided and he felt like keeping his lips planted on her cheek permanently. But it wasn’t possible. She hadn’t said anything but she might if he didn’t pull his lips back.

Slowly he pulled his mouth away from her face and looked at her. There was total darkness in the room and it wasn’t possible to see any reaction on her face after this kiss. But her silence assured him that it was okay, that he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Being so close to such a beautiful woman was like a dream came true. Moreover it was first occasion in his life when he was this much close to any woman. Only he knew how he was holding back the lust. It was very difficult. His manhood was dying to extend into its full glory and feel the tender flesh of this beautiful woman. But he knew it wasn’t appropriate. She was this close to him out of fear. If he committed any blunder, he would lose her trust and she might get away from him. He wouldn’t let that happen.

Pounding against the door stopped abruptly. Both stood still, holding each other tightly. There was complete silence. Apparently killer hadn’t succeeded and had given up.

After one minute he whispered, “I think he’s gone. Let me check the door.”

As he tried to pull away from her she squeezed him tightly and whispered, “No don’t go there.”

He could feel the traces of terrible fear in her words. He was in similar condition. First time in his life he was facing such a situation and had no idea how to tackle such things and this killer seemed professional. Even after wound he was showing great energy.

“But we should check the damage to the door.” He whispered.

“Okay, let’s check it together.” She said pulling herself away from him and grabbed his hand.

Her hand was shaking. He squeezed it tightly to assure her that he was with her. Then with shaking legs he walked to the door wondering why had the killer stopped abruptly.

In the dark it was difficult to see any damage or breakage on the door so they had to walk all the way to it to find its condition. Puppu touched the door hesitantly and roamed his hand all over it, while Dipti stayed right behind him holding his another hand. There were rough bumps all over the door but door was still closed tightly keeping the killer away from them. Pappu had no idea what kind of wood was used to make this door but he was happy that door was made from strong wood.

“Door is okay,” he whispered.

“Do you hear anything?”

“ No. Do you?” he said.

“No,” she said.

“I think he’s gone,” he said.

“No, I think he’s still out there, waiting.” She said in a fearful voice.

“What should we do?” he said.

“We have to wait for the morning,” she said pulling him away from the door. The way he was pulling on his hand made it clear that she was still gripped in fear.

But he thought that danger was passed. Had the killer been still in the house he would have tried something. 15 minutes had passed and there was no sound in the house. But he let her take him away from the door.

“Can you sleep on the floor,” she asked.

“Yeah sure. I have no problem with that,” he said. “Back in the village I had slept on the floor all my life.”

Leaving his hand abruptly she climbed on the bed and said, “Go to sleep then.”

From her voice he could read that she wasn’t comfortable with him sleeping in the room along with her. But she seemed helpless.

Without any word he lay down on the floor, not even asking for something to spread below him on the hard floor. It seemed as if things were back to normal. Now she was master again and he was back to the status of servant.

“Take it,” she said suddenly and he felt the bed sheet upon him.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said.

He spread the bed sheet on the floor and lay down upon it, thinking how she was holding him tightly moments ago at the same spot where he lay now. Would she also think about it? He wondered.

He turned position frequently but sleep seemed distant and elusive. He heard her change positions on the bed. It seemed that she was also not sleeping. It was natural. After this terrible event it was difficult to sleep naturally.

One hour passed and he still was awake like an owl, sometimes thinking about Dipti ma’am and sometimes trying to hear any movement outside. Mostly he tried to concentrate on the moment when Dipti ma’am was in his arms. These thought made his dick hard.

He reached down and caressed his manhood gently thinking how hard it was to control erection when he was holding beauty in his arms.

Suddenly street dogs started to bark loudly in the street, shaking him to the core. He heard movement on the bed. Perhaps Dipti ma’am was also disturbed by the dogs.

He heard her move on the bed and then felt as if she had climbed down from the bed. He stayed still, pretending deep sleep.

Then something unexpected happened which made him hold his breath. She had lain beside him silently. Even though her body didn’t touch his he could figure that she was shivering. Apparently her back was against him.

Feeling sympathy for her he turned involuntarily toward her and embraced her tightly into his arms. He had forgotten that his dick was hard and he felt uncomfortable as it settled right upon her buttocks.

He swallowed. One part of him wanted to move away from her and one part wanted to stay as he was.

Taking deep breath he decided to flow with the moment and felt the tenderness of her buttocks against his dick.


As Pappu savoured the feeling of being so close to Dipti, he wondered whether she would allow him to put his dick into her. If she did, he would consider himself as luckiest person of the world.

It was second occasion when he was so close to lose his virginity. He remembered how he had missed the opportunity to fuck a pussy six months ago. He had been in village then. It was after two in the afternoon and he had been wandering in the sugarcane field, searching for his father. His father had started working on this field recently and he hadn’t visited this place before that’s why he wasn’t sure where he might be. But he wasn’t in any hurry. He just wanted to see how he was doing at new place of work.

As he walked through the field he felt the sweet aroma of sugarcane. They seemed almost ready for cutting. He wanted to taste one but decided against it. Owner of the field might not like this. Swallowing the desire he kept walking.

When he heard the first moan, Pappu didn’t give much thought to it. He thought his mind was playing trick with him. Actually he had seen his first porn movie recently and moan of the lady, getting screwed in the movie, had got stuck in his head somehow. His mind was playing the moan again and again, disturbing his peace. Therefore when he heard similar moan in the field he went on ignoring it, for it seemed very unlikely that some woman was getting screwed somewhere here in the afternoon.

But when he heard second moan, louder than first, he came to stop, listening, trying to judge the direction.

“Ahh … oooohhh … dh-dheere,” A voice came from somewhere near.

Pappu walked, taking direction from the sound and soon very erotic scene emerged in front of his eyes. He hadn’t seen such a scene even in porn movie.

A woman was lying naked on the green grass and a man was sucking her pussy. She was holding his head as he worked on her pussy. As he looked closely he found that he was son of the owner of the field. He didn’t know his name but he had seen him couple of times in the village along with his father. Rumors had it that he was some kind of teacher in the city, what he taught was a mystery though. Pappu took cover behind a tree to enjoy the show without disturbing them.


Pappu swallowed and stared hungrily at the woman. He hadn’t seen her in the village before. From her clothes, which were lying nearby, he figured that she was from city, for nobody wore jeans in the village.

He noticed that woman’s boobs were not as big as he had seen in the movie. She looked quite young, perhaps around twenty one or twenty two. She was pretty though.

Man pulled himself away from her pussy and stood between her legs, his dick hard and solid. Pappu smirked seeing such a small dick, feeling proud that he had got much bigger than him. But he wondered whether size of the dick would matter, because the woman was looking at his dick with great interest as if dying to swallow it into her cunt.

“Put it in me, sir,” woman said.
Pappu put his hand on his open mouth. He couldn’t believe that she was his student.

Man smiled and took position upon her, holding his dick in his hand. Pappu wanted to see his dick enter into her but man’s body was obstructing the view. But as woman gave a seductive moan he knew that he had penetrated her.

Thinking the scene he jerked his body forward, jamming his dick upon Dipti’s buttocks. His heart skipped the beat as he did so and feared reprimand from ma’am but strangely she didn’t say anything. Pappu swallowed and went back to the sugarcane field to recall what happened next.

Everything was going fine in the field. Man was pumping his small dick nicely into the woman and she was moaning with great pleasure. But suddenly whole fun was interrupted. Don’t know how woman caught him peeking from behind the tree and shouted.

“Someone’s watching us!”

Man stopped immediately and looked in the direction of Pappu. Pappu pulled himself away.

Next moment Pappu’s ear was in man’s hand, dragging him from behind the tree.

“What are you doing here?” man said.

“Sorry sir I was looking for my father, he works here,” Pappu said.

“All workers are gone to another field,” Man said. “That’s why we are fucking here.”
“Sorry sir,” Pappu said. “Let go of my ear sir, its paining.”

“Only at one condition,” man said, winking toward the woman who quite surprisingly was lying shamelessly on the grass, not caring to cover her body.

“What’s that sir?” pappu said.

“Show her your dick,” man said. “If she liked it you will get to put your dick into her pussy.”

Woman gave questioning glance to the man and then nodded as if agreeing to the proposal of the man.

Man released Pappu’s ear and said, “Come on.”

Pappu gave hesitant look to the woman and swallowed.

“Come on boy show me what’ve you got between your legs,” woman said. “Look my pussy is waiting …”

Pappu looked at the man wondering what he would feel once he flashed his dick out. Would he die out of shame?

“You won’t like it,” Pappu said to the woman, trying to avoid.

“That decision is mine,” woman said, smiling.

Pappu drew a deep breath and unzipped his trouser and pulled out his monster.

Woman stared at him with wide eyes, surely not expecting such a big thing between his legs.
“You are so thin but your dick is so big, how come,” woman said.

“I don’t know. Did you like it,” pappu said.

“Of course, who wouldn’t?”

Feeling excited Pappu said, “So will you let me put it into your pussy?”

“Get the hell out of here, I was just joking,” man shouted, irritated.

Obviously man hadn’t liked his dick. His pride was hurt. But Pappu wasn’t ready to give up that easy.

“But I think she should decide about it,” Pappu said.

“I decide everything here okay. Now get the hell out of here.” Man said sternly.

Pappu gave a disappointing stare to the woman who seemed to be feeling pity on him. In her eyes there was craving for his dick but this man wouldn’t allow that to happen.

Grimacing on his bad luck Pappu turned and walked away from there without looking back.

That’s how he was cheated. Great opportunity to screw a pussy had slipped away from him. It was unfortunate.

Coming to the present he drew a deep breath. He was so lost in the lost opportunity of the past that without thinking whispered into the ears of Dipti, “ma’am can I put my dick in your pussy.” As if she was the same woman who was there in the field with that man. But soon he regretted saying this. But it was too late.


Dipti hadn’t minded much when Pappu had embraced her from behind since she was literally trembling when she had come down to lie beside him. His embrace provided much needed sense of security at the moment in the dark room. Outside dogs were howling incessantly, making every moment of the horrible night eerie and mysterious. It seemed as if killer was roaming in the street outside and dogs were alerting the people, trying to wake them up from sleep.

In such a situation Pappu’s closeness was assuring and comforting. That’s why she didn’t mind even his hard dick which was pressed obscenely against her tender buttocks. For few minutes she tried to keep her attention away from him but there was something about his dick which was pulling her attention back to him. It felt so big, so strong and thick, pulsating hungrily at her flesh, sending strange titillating sensation across her body.

Silently she smiled to herself. She knew Pappu was having crush on her, she had seen it in his eyes. But don’t know why she hadn’t felt anything so far for him. Was it due to his being her servant? No, there was something else. Actually she hadn’t like the way he had followed her home from the market, and like the way he had got this job after blackmailing her. Yes this was the real reason.

But he had saved her life tonight. Had he not come at right time, killer would have killed her mercilessly. Soft feelings emerged into her heart for Pappu and she felt that Pappu wasn’t that bad after all.

With changed heart she took her attention to his organ and tried to feel it again. As before, it seemed really big back there at her flesh.

Suddenly she felt the jerk upon her buttocks and her heart skipped the beat. It seemed as if he was trying to push his dick into her butt crack. She felt the twitching inside and she almost reached for his dick but stopped her hand at the last moment. Her breathing had become heavy though and she wondered whether he could notice it.

Strangely she wanted him to reach for her boobs and hold them into his hand which was lying uselessly upon her waist. If he could put his hand on her waist why couldn’t he put it on her boobs? She could feel the tension at the peak of her boobies. Her nipples were hard with excitement, waiting for man’s touch, Pappu’s touch. But it seemed as if he didn’t have courage to reach for her boobs. Should she grab his hand and put it on her tits?

She drew a deep breath and let it go slowly, thinking what should she do. Though at the moment all of this seemed weird but it was exciting nonetheless. Whatever it was taking her away from the dark horrible night. Dogs were still barking outside but they no longer had that creepy impact on her as was earlier when she was lying all alone on the king size bed. Now she was on a lusty journey along with Pappu, going away from the horrible night.

Wondering whether he would jerk again she smiled seductively to herself. She waited, keeping full attention on her buttocks. She wanted to feel his jerk with full attention. Last time she wasn’t ready and she had missed great deal of it.

But instead of jerking his dick at her buttocks he whispered something in her ear which took her breath away.

“Ma’am can I put my dick in your pussy.”

Dipti lay still, holding her breath, wondering whether Pappu was really serious about putting his dick into her. If she had allowed him little freedom didn’t mean that he should dream of screwing her. She hadn’t allowed even shinde to put his dick into her, who was he then.

“Why all man so crazy about pussy.” she asked.

“M-ma’am, are you awake?” he stammered.

“Of course I’m awake,” she said. “Who can sleep with such a big gun pointed at the back?”

“I’m sorry,” he said and got away from her.

Dipti didn’t felt good. She didn’t want him to get away from her. Feeling empty and alone she turned toward him and embraced him tightly. This was unconscious action from her part and as she felt his body so close to her she wondered whether it was appropriate from her part. But next moment she pushed the thoughts away. At the moment there was no need to think what was appropriate and what was not.

Pappu had stirred the erotic wave within her when he was holding her from behind and now she wanted to stay entrapped in these waves, floating freely, aimless, directionless.

“Don’t feel sorry Pappu and stay close to me,” she finally said huskily. “But don’t dream about putting your thing into me. That wouldn’t happen in million years.”

Her voice sounded harsh but she couldn’t help it. It was required to remind him of his limits.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t you like my boobs?” she asked.

For a moment he didn’t answer. He seemed stunned by her question.

“No- I mean yes I like,” he said, his voice shaking.

“Good. Instead of dreaming about my pussy you should dream about my boobs. Your dreams might come true,” she said dreamily.

“I am dreaming now,” he said.

“What are you dreaming?” she said teasingly.

“I am sucking your boobs in my dream,” he said.

“Do you want this dream to come true?” she said.

“Yes, from the bottom of my heart.”

She giggled and grabbed his hand. His hand was shaking. Perhaps this was out of excitement.

Placing his shaking hand on her boobs she said, “Do whatever you want.”
Hardly his hand had settled on her boobs that disturbing clattering sound echoed across the house. Apparently something had fallen in the kitchen, steel plate perhaps.

Pulling his hand away from her boobs Pappu whispered, “I think killer haven’t gone yet.”

“Y-you are right,” she said. “Oh God, when this night will pass.”



Dipti lay still as the sound echoed for a long while, listening carefully. She was lying on her back now, same as Pappu. After the sound died away, she waited for any moment, any sound, which could clear the picture. She wanted to know desperately whether killer was still in the house.

Then, a cat mewed softly and she took a long deep sigh, relaxed that it wasn’t killer in the kitchen.

“It’s a cat,” Pappu said.

“Yeah. I think it has sneaked in through the main door.”

For one minute there was complete silence between them. Dipti was wondering what he was thinking. By now, he should have continued with the work which was interrupted by the damn cat. Was he waiting for the invitation?

“Ma’am,” he said.

“Yes,” she said eagerly, pleased that he had finally broken the silence.

“Would you mind if …” he stopped before completing his sentence.

But Dipti knew what he wanted to say. “I won’t mind you fool. I’m waiting for you already. You are behaving as if you have never been with a woman before.”

“You are the first woman in my life,” he said emotionally. “I had never got any opportunity to get this much close to any woman.”

“Don’t tell me,” she said, surprised. “The way you were lying behind me, sticking your thing at my back, I thought you were experienced man.”

“I’m not. I’m sorry if I gave that impression” he said.

For a moment she kept silent, not able to decide what to say about it. It felt great that she was first woman in his life, but she didn’t want to reveal it to him.

“Don’t be sorry and enjoy,” she said, prompting him to reach for her boobs which were dying for his touch.

Next moment his hand was on her breasts, trembling, hesitating to explore the region. She lay still giving him full freedom to take his time. There was plenty of time. Night was still young.

“These are soft and …” he said.

“And?” she said, excited to know his answer.

“And round and …” he said.

“Please continue,” she said eagerly.

“And big. These are soft, round and big,” he said. “Beautiful.”

“beautiful What? Me or my boobs,”

“Both,” he said. “In fact I had never seen more beautiful woman than you.”
She wondered whether he was just making flirt, but then thought why he would do that. But whatever she was pleased to hear such remarks from him.

He circled his hand around her right boob and squeezed it lightly. Instantly thrilling wave travelled through her and she gave a soft moan.

“What happened ma’am?”

“N-nothing. I liked the way you squeezed it,” she said.

He grew in confidence and squeezed at her soft boobs strongly, as if trying to get the juice out of a lemon.

“Ouch! Not so hard, you stupid,” she shouted.

“S-sorry ma’am,” he said, relaxing his grip on her boob.

“Can I feel them without the hindrance of clothes?” he said.

She thought about it, pretending as if she was hesitating but inside she was dying to pull her shirt off so that he could play with her naked boobs.

“Okay,” she said. “Give me a minute.”

She rose by the waist and pulled her shirt off. But she let her bra stay on her body. She wanted him to remove it. She knew it would be fun when he would pull her bra away from her chest.

Feeling excited, she fell back on the floor.

Immediately his hand reached for her breasts.
“What’s this,” he said, roaming his hand on bra cups.

“This is a bra,” she said. “haven’t you seen it before?”

“Oh, I have seen, but it’s dark here, you know”

Strangely he started playing with her boobs without caring to remove the bra. She thought maybe after few minutes he would remove it and then real fun would begin.

But few minutes passed and even then nothing happened. He was playing with her boobs just like that, not even caring to pull the bra cups aside to feel the naked flesh.

“What are you doing?” she said, irritated.

“w-what happened ma’am?” he said.

“Why don’t you remove this damn bra and enjoy fully.”

“I don’t know how to remove it,” he said.

“What the hell you are doing with me if you don’t know anything,” she said, rising up again, her voice exuding great impatience.

“S-sorry ma’am,” he stammered.

She unhooked her bra and threw it away. Don’t know where it fell in the dark room.

She lay down again, her breath heavy with mixture of excitement and irritation.

Without speaking a single word he grabbed her naked boobs in both hands and squeezed them seductively. Instantly her irritation disappeared and she closed her eyes, feeling his inexperienced hands on her tender flesh.

Her breathing grew heavy as he played with her tits freely, confidently, kneading them, shaking them, sending waves of intense pleasure through her.

“Yes, you are doing good Pappu,” she said.

“I’m feeling so good ma’am,” he said, his breathing heavy with excitement.

“So am I, Pappu,” she said. “Play with them as long as you like. We have full night here with us.”

Suddenly movement of his hands stopped and she felt hot air on her naked boobs. His mouth was quite near; she could feel his juicy lips.

And then the moment came she was waiting for. He took her hard nipple in his mouth and started sucking it hungrily, passionately.

She took hold of his head and whispered into his ear, “You are doing great Pappu.”

She slipped her hand into her salwar and ran her finger on her clitoris and gave a seductive moan as she felt the intense wave of pleasure. she was approaching orgasm very rapidly.

With a great urgency she slipped her index finger into her cunt and started moving it in and out rapidly.
“Yes Pappu, suck them hard for me … yes …”

“Ahhhhh,” she gave a load moan and with that she erupted into a great orgasm. She tightened her grip upon Pappu’s head as the orgasm passed through her.

“Oh god … oh god,” she said. “Please stop.”

Pappu stopped and fell upon her breasts. He seemed tired. He had really sucked her boobs with great effort. She didn’t disturb him and lay still on the floor, trying to control her breathing.

Soon she drifted into a sleep, deep sleep rather.

Chirping of birds outside woke her up in the morning. She looked to her side. Pappu was still sleeping. Thinking what had happened last night here on the floor she blushed deeply.

She rose quietly and wore her bra and shirt


Silently she thanked Pappu. Without him she wouldn’t have seen this morning.

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As Sub-Inspector Neelam stepped into the house, Dipti narrated everything in detail. Neelam listened carefully.

When Dipti was done with the details she went to look at the bedroom door. It looked badly damaged. Killer had tried really hard to break in, but door proved to be quite strong.

Pushing the door she slipped in. there were stain of dried blood near the closet.

"According to you it's killer's blood," she said looking toward Dipti.

"Yes. As I have already told you, I had stabbed him in the chest to save my life," Dipti said.

Young man entered into the room holding tray in hands. He looked like a servant. Looking into her eyes he said, "Water?"

"Who are you?" she asked.

"He's our servant, Pappu," Dipti cut in before he could answer.

"Where were you when she was attacked," she asked from the servant.

"I was sleeping upstairs in my room. When I heard ma'am's cry I came rushing downstairs ..." he narrated in detail.

"I see. So after that both of you stayed here whole night."

"Yes," he replied.

“Do you remember anything more,” Neelam asked from the sevant.

After thinking for a while he said looking toward Dipti, “Ma’am where is that watch.”

“Which watch?” Neelam said.

“Nothing, it’s my husband’s watch. I found it on the floor. I think he forgot to wear.”

Neelam noticed that Dipti’s facial expression were tense as she spoke. Maybe she didn’t want to think that her own husband tried to kill her. This matter needed deep investigation. If her husband was out of station then what his watch was doing here?

"Where's that watch?” Neelam asked from Dipti.

Dipti handed her the watch and she studied it carefully.

“What makes you think that it’s your husband’s watch,” Neelam said.

“I know because I had gifted him,” Dipti said.

“Interesting,” Neelam said.

Coming out from the house, she walked to her motorcycle which was parked in the street in front of the house, and took position upon it.

She was about to rode out of the street that a man came running to her, the man she wanted to avoid. He was brother of her best friend Suman. Suman died in road accident two years ago but strangely he survived. She had full sympathy with the man for he had suffered a lot but she wasn’t ready to be his toy. He had a crush on her and this aspect of him disturbed her deeply. It always had, even when Suman was alive. But in last few months his obsession for her had seemed to grow. Had there been love in his eyes she would have considered his advances. But there was plain lust in his eyes, horrible lust.

She stopped and said, “Hi Sudhir, how are you?”

“You are looking great, Neelam,” he said.

“Thank you, I’m getting late …”

“I had told you something about two men,” he said. “Did you enquire about them?”

Strangely Sudhir was taking abnormal interest in the investigation. As per him two gentlemen, Harish Shinde and Manish Goyal were murderer. She had enquired about them. It was very unlikely that they were killing the women in the area.

“Look Sudhir, we are working very hard on the case. I am looking into the matter,” she said, trying to avoid him.

“Where are you going?” he said.

“I’m going back to security officer station,” she said.

“Can you drop me to the post office opposite your security officer station?” he said.

But before she could respond he started to climb on the bike behind her.

“wait … I’m going …”
But it was too late. Stupid man had already settled behind her. People were watching. She didn’t want to make the scene. She started the bike and rode out from the street.

But it was quite uncomfortable and embarrassing. He was sitting quite close to her, his crotch pressed tightly at her back. She tried not to think but couldn’t stop thinking that his dick was feeling her virgin behind.

“You smell great Neelam,” he said. “Which perfume do you use?”

“Sudhir don’t waste your time on me,” she said. “You know I don’t like you.”

“I’m not asking you to marry me, I just want your pussy,” he said shamelessly.

She swallowed. She had suspected that one day he would talk dirty with her but it was unimaginable to think that it would be like this.

“You are brother of my best friend that’s why I don’t say anything to you otherwise …”

“It’s same thing here. You are best friend of my sister otherwise …”

“Otherwise what?” she asked, curious.

“Otherwise ab tak tumhari gaand maar leta,” he said.

“S- Shut up,” she said.

“Neelam, I’m sorry yaar but why don’t you understand. I like you dear.”

“But I don’t like you,” she said.

“Liar,” he said, “Suman had told me how you used to enquire about me.”

“Hold on. I never enquired about you okay. We just talked. That’s it.”

When Neelam had become quite close to Suman in college days she used to visit her home often. When Neelam first saw Sudhir she found him good looking. His physique was good though his face was not that much attractive. Out of curiosity she had talked about him couple of times with Suman. And that was proving to be fatal till date.


“You wouldn’t have just talked without any purpose. I know you were interested in me,” Sudhir said.

Well, she had been curious about him, wanted to know him. Couple of times she had made sweet talk with him but that didn’t mean in any way that she was interested in him.

“I was never interested in you,” she said.

“But I tell you what, you look very sexy in security officer uniform,” he said. “It gives very seductive shape to your body. Have you noticed?”

She kept mum, for it was difficult to argue against it. Strangely his words stirred weird feelings within her, and she felt titillating sensation between her legs.

This wasn’t the first time when she felt such thing. It had happened before. And each time he was the reason. It seemed as if his lust travelled through air and made her body tingle in a wrong way, lusty way. This was also the reason why she didn’t like him for it made her feel weak and defeated.

“Neelam do you know how sexy your boobs are?” he whispered into her ear as she maneuvered the bike through the busy road.

“Will you please keep quiet, I’m driving here,” she said, trying to control her emotions. His words felt good though. Wild.

She remembered, she had a dream once in which he was playing with her boobs very violently, squeezing them, pinching on them. She wondered whether he would do all those stuff if he got the chance with her.

These thoughts sent the tingling sensation through her and she found herself struggling with the bike handle.

As if reading her thoughts he whispered into her ears, “I’ll handle them
Quite well baby, just give me a chance.”

She responded automatically, “I know you will hurt.”

And then shook her head. Why did she say that? What was happening with her? She shouldn’t have let him sit on her bike. She knew his presence awoke these weird feelings and thoughts and still she let him sit behind her.

He placed his hands on her thighs and said, “I won’t hurt, promise. Please let me hold them once.”

“Sudhir we are on the road,” she said. “Why are you talking this way, I’m feeling uncomfortable.”

“How long will you pretend that you don’t want me?” he said. “We both know that there is something between us, which needs attention.”

“I don’t know how you do that but I’m always uncomfortable with you,” she said.

“But tell me,” he said. “Don’t you enjoy being uncomfortable.”

Wetness between her legs and swelling in her breasts were testimony to the fact that she indeed enjoyed secretly when he was around. His attention and his talk always stirred sleeping lust within her.

“I don’t know?”

“ha-ha-ha,” he laughed and then whispered into her ears. “Do you know last night I screwed your cunt?”

Her jaw widened with great astonishment and she said, “H-how that’s possible.”

“In dream anything is possible,” he said. “I screwed your little cunt nice and hard. You were screaming like anything. I also fucked you in doggy style, riding at your back like a cowboy. I remember my big dick was disappearing all the way up to my balls into your slippery cunt. Have you ever dreamed about me?”

She swallowed her breathing heavy. “No,” she responded quickly. But she realized that she didn’t seem convincing as she said that.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m damn sure,” she said, trying to be convincing this time.

“Look I know you feel little shy with me, but you want me like hell I know that,” he said.

It wasn’t true. It can never be true.

But then why was her body reacting lustfully in his presence, writhing in excitement at his words.

“I will wait for you tonight at my home. Let’s do it today. Let’s give each other great gift of sex. I promise, you will not regret fucking with me.”

Her heart skipped the beat once he finished and her throat went dry.

“P-please don’t talk like that,” she stammered.

“I’ll wait for you at 10 p.m. please do not disappoint me. My cock will be ready to spread your cunt, just come in time.”

She pictured his dick penetrating her virgin cunt and she winced.

“I-I can’t come,” she said.

“Why?”

“I’m busy. I’m working on this murder mystery, you know.”

“Bring your file at home. Both of us will work together. What you say?”

“This is confidential matter. I can’t share the investigation with outsider.”

“Ha-ha-ha good joke. What’s confidential by the way? I know everything. It has happened before me. Besides, everything was in papers. What exclusive confidential details have you left with?”

“Newspapers don’t cover everything,” she said, trying to avoid evening date with him.

“Then come without the files,” he insisted.

“Why don’t you understand?” she said. “I can’t.”
“If you didn’t come tonight then I’ll never come after you again,” he said.

“That would be just great. Please ensure compliance of your words.”

She pulled up in front of security officer station.

“I’ll wait for you?” he said.

She pictured him waiting for her after ten, carrying big bulge in front of his trouser.

“I’m sorry, I’ll not come,” she said.

“I know you’ll come. I have seen desire of having wild copulation in your eyes.”

She drew a deep breath and said, “Bye …”

For a moment she felt like saying to him that she would come but quickly she pushed the feeling away.

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Coming out from office building, Neelam stood holding handle of her bike, thinking. She had just talked with Boss of Ramesh. According to him he had gone to Chandrapur for some official work. What official work? It wasn’t clear.

Maybe Ramesh had planned this trip to Chandrapur to create an alibi. He’s not picking his phone. His watch was found by his wife at the floor in mysterious circumstances.

Her mobile rang, pulling her out from pensive state. A constable attached with her was calling. She had deputed him to enquire in all the clinics and hospitals to find whether a man had visited them with a chest wound.

“Hello,” she said.

“Good after Ma’am.”

“Good afternoon. Did you find anything?”

“Yes ma’am. I am speaking from Rajeev clinic. A man had visited the clinic last night here with a chest wound, but when doctor informed if that he had to inform the security officer, he ran away without medical care.”

“Hmm. Wait there, I am coming with a snap of a man,” she said and went back into the office to get snap of Ramesh.

After thirty minute she pulled off in front of Rajeev clinic.
Constable greeted her at the gate and took her to the doctor who had attended the suspected last night.

“Can you identify the person if I show you his picture,” she said to doctor.

“Yes, I can,” said doctor, looking confident.

“Okay look at this picture and tell me if it was him,” she said holding Ramesh’s picture in front of his eyes.

Doctor instantly said, “Yes-yes definitely it’s him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” doctor said.

“Thank you doctor,” she said.

“My pleasure,” he said, smiling.

Pulling a mobile from her trouser’s pocket she placed a call.

“Hello Dipti, I want to inform you something and you have to be very strong to hear it.”

“What is it ma’am,” Dipti said, sounding tense.

“It was your husband who tried to kill you last night,” she said.

“What?” Dipti said. “Are you gone mad or something?”

“I’m not mad, Dipti. I’m telling you after investigating into the matter …” she told her everything. “I told you all this because I want you to be careful.”

“I can’t believe it,” she said, still not able to believe. “Ramesh can’t do this to me.”

“Well he just did and now he’ll suffer for this,” Neelam said. “I’ll also enquire whether he was involved in any way into the murder of a woman, living across to your house, few days back.”

“Listen carefully,” Dipti said urgently. “My husband can’t be a killer.”

“Well I can understand your pain but …” she said and hung up without completing her sentence. It was unnecessary to argue with her. It was clear that she wouldn’t understand.

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Getting into the house, Neelam went straight to her bedroom, ignoring her parents who sat in the living room. It was quite abnormal, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. Something was bothering her at the moment and she wanted to be alone in the privacy of her room.

As she entered into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, she looked at the watch which hung above her bed. It was 9 p.m. at the moment and she still had one hour to go. Sudhir would be waiting desperately for her. What should she do?

Though she had kept herself busy in the work whole day, but still she had not been successful to keep Sudhir out of her mind. She had felt strange twitching inside her whole day. It was still there right now when she stood watching at the clock. God what was happening with her?

She got rid of security officer uniform and went to the mirror, draped in just bra and panties. She examined herself carefully. As she stared at the reflection of her breasts in the mirror she wondered how Sudhir will play with them if she went to him. Would he be as wild as his talk?

She reached for her breasts and held them gently in both hands. No one had touched them yet. No one. How his hands would feel upon them? She had no idea. In the dream he had been very violent, though, and for some inexplicable reason she wanted that dream to come true. She wanted him to be as wild as possible with her. He shouldn’t show any mercy to her soft boobs. They are meant to be handled wild by someone like him.

She took a deep breath and looked into her own eyes. There was unfathomable lust in them. She never knew that such lust existed in her. It was strange, very strange rather.

She dropped her eyes and looked at the reflection of her pussy. Though it was covered in black panties but still clear outline was visible. She dropped her right hand to it and ran her finger gently across the outline of her pussy. She felt her breathing get heavy as she ran her finger. I should go and taste the fruit of sex. My body is craving for his touch. I must go.

She went to the washroom to get fresh for the evening. Decision was made. She must go.

After 15 minutes she stood again in front of mirror, draped in her favorite salwar-kameez. Her breasts were looking good, protruding seductively outward. She turned and examined her hips. Sexy.


Though she was sitting at the dining table, food waiting in front of her, Dipti didn’t feel like eating. Ever since she had talked with sub-inspector Neelam, she was anxious and disturbed. It was unthinkable that it was Ramesh who had tried to kill her. Yet she had started to consider the possibility.

She drew a deep breath and thought how Ramesh had left for Chandrapur unceremoniously, without any prior discussion with her. He had never done such thing before. She was trying his phone again and again but it was switched off. And then she thought about his watch. What was it doing at the floor in her bedroom? It seemed as if it had fallen from killer’s wrist while he was trying to kill her.


Or should she say it had fallen from Ramesh’s hand while he was trying to kill her. Her throat went rigid as she thought that.

“Ma’am you haven’t started yet.”

Pappu’s voice pulled her back from her pensive state and she looked at the food in front of her which had gone cold.

She shifted on her chair. “I think I’m not hungry.”

“Are you angry with me?” Pappu asked.

She looked into his eyes. He had a reason to ask such a question. She had stayed in her bedroom whole day after the talk with sub-inspector over the phone. It seemed he was wondering whether she was angry with her after last night. So much had happened between them during last night and today she had barely talked with him.

“I’m not angry Pappu. I’m just not feeling well.”

“Ma’am I don’t think that Sir could do this,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she said, surprised at his words. Could he read her mind?

“Ma’am I was listening when you were talking on the phone with security officer.”

“You were listening?” she said with a fire in her eyes.

“S-sorry ma’am I couldn’t help it,” he said. “You were talking emotionally and I could feel your pain …”

“Whatever … you shouldn’t have eavesdropped like that.”

“Sorry ma’am.”

“It’s okay but don’t do it again,” she warned him.

She expected him to go and leave her alone but strangely he stood there. She gave him questioning glance and he seemed to be trying to say something to her. Hesitating.

After few seconds he said, “Ma’am, thanks for giving me such an opportunity, last night,” he said.

It seemed from the way he said it that he was dying to discuss last night with her. It was okay with her but at the moment she wasn’t in the mood to discuss anything. Her life was in great turmoil and she wasn’t clear what was going to happen with her in the coming days.

“Pappu …” she said and looked at him but seeing him looking at her breasts she stopped. She wanted to say that he should leave her alone at the moment.

She was in tight white top which gave quite an obscene shape to her breasts. It wasn’t deliberate on her part, not today at least when she was so tense. Waking up from afternoon nap she had worn this white top without giving much thought to it. She had no idea that it would give quite a show to him.

“Did you like my breasts?” she said.

“I just love them,” he said quickly. “I hope I sucked them well last night.”

She couldn’t help blushing. He indeed had sucked them quite well.

“You surely did,” she said. “But now I want to be alone for a moment.”

“Okay ma’am. I’m going upstairs. Call me if you …”

“Okay,” she said.

When he was gone she looked toward the window. It was dark outside, despite street lights and she couldn’t see much. Feeling sense of fear she rose from the chair and went to the front door to check the bolt which was installed today. It was locked properly. Had there been a traditional bolt on the door, killer wouldn’t have got easy entry in the house.

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Stopping her bike, Neelam looked at the Sudhir’s house and found him standing in the balcony in t-shirt and Bermuda. She couldn’t help blushing. He was smiling. She felt a twitching inside as she parked her bike on the curb.

By then he had emerged on the gate to welcome her.

“Look who’s here,” he taunted. “I guess you were waiting for ten p.m. as desperately as I was. You are on time.”

She couldn’t gather any response but looked at him lovingly. This man had finally forced her to become his date.

He moved forward and before she could understand anything she was in his arms and his lips were on her lips, kissing them madly.

She pushed him away and said in shaking voice, “Stop Sudhir! Can’t you wait until we get inside?”

“When woman is as beautiful as you are, it’s difficult to waste even a single second.”

“Oh god! you are too much,” she said.

He patted on her bum and said, “Come inside. I’ll fuck you so hard that your body will ache for many days.”
She gulped and felt the thrilling wave inside her. She knew something wild would happen. Total wild. She would enjoy each and every moment of this wilderness.


“Is this a warning?”

“You bet, it is,” he said.


Neelam followed him into the house and looked around. After the sudden demise of Suman it was her first visit to the house. Nothing much had changed. Soft creamy light adorned the living room as before. Arrangement of sofas, decorative paintings, corner stand were fixed at the same places where she had seen them last. For a moment she felt as if she had stepped back in time and any moment, Suman would come out of her bedroom to greet her, embrace her. Once this feeling subsided, she felt intense pain of loss. She knew without Suman there would always be something missing in her life.

“What are you thinking?” Sudhir asked.

She gave hesitant smile to him. “Nothing …”

“Come!” he said, and grabbing her wrist took her to the bedroom. His grip and walk had a sense of urgency.

She had never seen his bedroom before. Things were arranged nicely in systematic order. She wondered whether it was original arrangement or was just done today, in anticipation of guest.

“I knew, you will come,” he said releasing her wrist and started removing his t-shirt.

“Err… slow down. It’s our first date.”

She couldn’t help looking at his chest. Thick layer of black hair covered it completely. She pictured this hair covered chest rubbing against her soft boobs and wondered what kind of feeling it would generate. She would wait and see.

“Yeah it is,” he said and winked. “That’s why I’m going crazy. I want to make it memorable.”

It would be memorable for him but for her it was disappointing. Actually she wanted to remove his clothes one by one slowly, feeling the moment but he was in so much hurry that it was spoiling the moment.

As he took hold of waistband of Bermuda she moved forward and embraced him tightly placing her lips on his, forcing him to stop. He responded wildly, kissing her lips furiously.

His hand moved on her shoulder and then slid downward until they stopped on her hips. She shuddered as she felt his hands on her butt cheeks.

Parting from her lips he said, “Sexy butt.” He and again placed his burning lips upon hers.

He parted her ass cheeks and inserted his finger into ass crack, trying to locate her butt hole through the fabric of her salwar. Wild wave of thrill passed through her as his finger found it finally and applied obscene pressure upon it as if trying to get into it. Her body jerked involuntarily as his finger lingered at the entrance of her butt hole.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“Nothing, just playing with your gaand.”
She reached for his dick and grabbed it. to her surprise it seemed quite big.

“Can I also play a little?” she said.

“Why not,” he said and quickly dropped his Bermuda on the floor and stepped out of it. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and instantly his big dick emerged in front of her eyes, hard and solid.

She wrapped it in her hand, feeling its texture and hardness. “It’s big.”

“Have you seen smaller?” he mocked.

“No I haven’t,” she lied.

DSP, against whom she had filed sexual harassment complaint, had flashed his dick once at her after calling her into his cabin. But that was nothing compared to what she held now in her hand.

Sudhir applied pressure on her shoulder. She knew what he wanted. She resisted. She wanted him to make a formal request at least.

“Come on; love it with your beautiful lips,” he said.

She smiled and sat down in front of him, not removing her hand from his dick as she did that.

Purple glans of his cock was shining with pre-cum juice. She licked the tip and savoured the taste. It was salty.

She looked at him. His eyes were close. He was enjoying.

She was enjoying too. She had never thought that one day she would suck his dick but now she was quite excited about it. whole thing seemed wild and lusty.

Opening her mouth she took the crown of his big dick into her mouth and grabbed it tightly in her lips and moved her tongue across it.

He grabbed her head and said, “Oh God, you are good sucker.”

She had never sucked before. It was her first time. Maybe wildness of the situation was making her perform such a skillful blow job.

She moved her mouth further along the shaft and took almost two-third of his manhood into her warm mouth. Side of her mouth ached as she did that. It was quite an effort to take such a big thing in the mouth. But she was enjoying.

He tightened his grip on her head and she wondered what was coming.

He jerked himself violently forward, pushing full length of his big dick into her mouth. She could feel his balls on her lips. It was uncomfortable. Hear breathing had stopped. She pushed him away with great urgency and coughed. Tears were falling from her eyes.

But for some reason she didn’t feel bad about it. It was really wild act from his part to push his dick all the way in her mouth. And from the bottom her heart she always wanted it to be wild.

She wiped the tears and opened her mouth, inviting him to fuck her mouth again.

“You are a bitch, aren’t you?” he said and put the tip of his dick between her open lips.
He gave his body wild jerk and pushed his dick all the way into her mouth. “Take it bitch … take it.”


Crown of his massive tool hit at her throat and choked her. This time, however, she let him stay there for a moment. She wanted to know how long she could keep his dick like that till it became totally unbearable. But he drew his dick backward only to push it again back into her mouth.

“I didn’t know that you will suck my dick like that. You are really a hot bitch.”

She wasn’t sure about that. If wanting it wild meant being bitch then she surely was one. But she didn’t want to think about it at the moment. Right now she wanted to enjoy every single second of her first sexual encounter.

“Enough,” he said. “It’s time to fuck your pussy.”

With shaking legs she stood slowly, never moving her eyes from his dick which was drenched in her mouth juice. Then looking into his eyes she caught the string of her slawar and undid the knot slowly. His eyes were glistening with lust. She blushed deeply when he winked at her.

Closing her eyes she dropped her slawar on the floor and stood there like a statue, waiting for him to guide further.

She felt him grab the hem of her kameez and she raised her arms, helping him to remove it. She heard the soft sound as her kameez fell on the floor somewhere. Her heartbeat grew heavy. Now only bra and panties were left on her body. She wondered how and when he would get rid of them.

Suddenly he picked her into his arms and carried her to the bed and made her lay on her back. She kept her eyes closed, feeling every passing moment.

When she felt his hand on the waistband of her panties she opened her eyes slightly to look at him. He was between her legs on his knees, visible excitement on his face. He rolled her panties down and stared lewdly at her cunt.

“You know what,” he said. “You have got a nice pussy.”

She couldn’t help blushing and closed her eyes.

“I have got the same opinion about your dick,” she said.

“But you didn’t tell me,”

“I’m telling you now,” she said.

He freed her breasts out of bra and started playing with them wildly, as she had expected. His grip was strong and cruel. It was hurting a bit but still it was all fun. She felt waves and waves of pleasure as he kneaded and squeezed her soft flesh mercilessly.

As he took her hard nipple between his lips moan of ecstasy escaped from her mouth. She was waiting for this moment desperately. But before she could savour the moment she felt head of his dick on the entrance of her cunt. It was warm with lust and passion.

She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the incoming dick.
Dick pressed hard for the entry and breaking the initial resistance from her virgin pussy slipped in mercilessly.

“Ohhhhhhh ….mmmmmmm,” she moaned with pain and dug her finger nails into his back. “S-stop.”

But she had the feeling that he wouldn’t stop. And she was proved right. He didn’t stop till full length of his dick disappeared into her little pussy.

“You have swallowed my dick honey,” he said.

“You are very cruel,” she said. “Why didn’t you stop?”

“That’s the way I fuck cunt,” he said. “I can’t help it.”

He drew himself away a little, making his dick slip outward and then with a fierce forward jerk slammed his dick again into her tight twat. Fucking had begun.

“God, you are so tight,” he said.

She felt that her pain had subsided. Now she could enjoy this wild fucking without any pain.

She wrapped her legs around him and jerked her body upward to meet his downward stroke.

“I knew you will give me your pussy one day like this,” he said. “That’s why I had not given up.”

“I don’t know why I’m here but yes I’m enjoying this moment,” she said throwing her pussy upward at him, challenging him to fuck even harder.
His movement became faster and faster and she started struggling with her breathing. Her heartbeat was also out of control. She didn’t know what was happening. But whatever, she was feeling intense pleasure. It was such a pleasure which could not be described in words.

Soon she felt herself moving toward extreme excitement and thrill and then she shouted, “Oh god … oh god … please don’t stop.”

His movement became more wild, more urgent and then she was washed over by an intense orgasm. It seemed he too had reached his climax for he had collapsed upon her instantly.

“It was best fuck of my life,” he said, his breathing heavy and noisy.

“It was my first and I’ll always remember it as best,” she said. “And I don’t want any other man…”

“Hey wait a minute. Don’t get sentimental here. I can’t settle with one woman in my life.”

She looked into his eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes. She could see that things would not move beyond sex between them.

Just then door bell rang. Both exchanged surprised glance and looked at the wall clock. It was after 12. She wondered who could come to meet him at this time of the night.

He rolled away from top of her and started wearing his clothes. She picked her clothes and rushed to the washroom. Don’t know why she had a foreboding feeling that something was going to happen. What if his other girl friend has landed without notice? She thought.

Quickly she wore all of her clothes and peeped out from the washroom.
Sudhir wasn’t there and bedroom door was closed. She decided to wait.

Ten minutes passed.

Wondering what was taking him so long she stepped out silently and went to the door. She put her ear on crack between door and jamb and listened. Strangely there was total silence beyond the door which felt creepy and mysterious.

She waited for a moment, undecided what to do. Then taking a deep breath she pulled open the door and stepped out.


Seeing Sudhir on the floor, beside sofa, Neelam flinched. His chest was drenched in blood. She rushed to him and shook his shoulder, her hand shaking. He was dead. She couldn’t believe it and shook him again. No movement. Painful anguish welled up within her, her eyes wet with emotions. He was just alive few minutes ago, having furious sex with her, and now all of a sudden he was dead. It was like a terrible nightmare.

She had seen number of crime scenes, but she had never felt such shock and horror. She was confused what to do. Experience gained so far in security officer service seemed useless and futile. Maybe, her closeness to the victim was working against her. But how could she detach her emotions from him. She had not only offered her body to him but also her soul. For him it might have been just sex, but for her it was much more than that. He was first man in her, and she wanted him to be her life partner. It was different matter that he wasn’t ready for the same yet. But that didn’t mean that things couldn’t change in the long run. But there wasn’t to be any long run here. This part of her life was cut short before it even began properly.

Controlling her emotions, she examined his body with great disbelief. Apparently, he had been stabbed in the heart and he had died instantly, painful death. Evidently, killer didn’t allow him to scream otherwise she might have heard something.

Anger welled up within her and she cursed herself for wasting her time in washroom while he was being attacked. Gripped in anguish, she roamed her eyes all over the living room. Don’t know why, she had the feeling that killer hadn’t left yet.

And next second she was proved right.

“May I ask, what are you doing here miss?” a voice spoke from behind.

Her heart skipped a beat and with a speed of light she turned around to see who it was.

Few feet away from her stood Harish Shinde, blood stained knife in his right hand.

“Y-You?” she could manage only that much and cursed herself for not believing Sudhir.

“Like you, I’m also surprised to find you here,” he said. “Have speed of security officer increased lately?”

Neelam realized that she was in vulnerable situation. She didn’t have anything to defend herself and he had big knife in his hand. She decided to engage him in conversation to buy a time to think. “Why did you kill him?” she asked.

“You are security officer, you should know better,” he said and stepped forward. “But since you are asking I want to tell you that it’s wrong to spy on someone. This man … this bloody man was spying on me. I also warned him once, but he didn’t listen. He even informed security officer that I am the serial killer who is murdering innocent woman. Do you think I’m a killer?”

She looked at him with wide eyes, her legs trembling, undecided what to say.
“Do you think I’m a killer!” he shouted.

She felt her heart sink with fear, death seemed quite close. He was the killer no doubt but she didn’t have courage to tell him.

“I don’t think you are a killer,” she said. “Please drop the knife so that we can talk about it.”

“Drop the knife … where … where should I drop the knife,” he asked. “Should I drop it in your cunt? Would you like that?”

Moisture gathered on her forehead. She was trapped in horrible situation.

“Do you still think I’m not the killer,” he said and took one more step toward her.

She was seated all along beside Sudhir’s dead body and didn’t have space to drag herself backward. But he was moving dangerously close.

“I-I don’t think that you killed those woman,” she stammered.

“You bet, I did,” he said and grinned.

She swallowed.

“And now I’ll kill you,” he said.

His words shook her to the core and she felt sudden wave of terror. She drew a deep breath and decided to fight. She would not allow him to kill her that easy if that was her fate. She would fight till her last breath.

She studied him carefully. He was old man. His strength was in his knife. Without knife he would be nothing.

With a speed of light she got to her feet and jumped at him, her focus was to snatch his knife. But old man was smart, very smart rather. He took hold of her and twisted her arm behind her back. Her arm was paining like hell but she didn’t give up. She tried to kick him somehow, but didn’t succeed.

“I think I would like to taste your pussy before I kill you?” he whispered into her ears.

“That would never happen, you bastard,” she shouted.

“Of course it will, young lady.” He said. “It would be quite a fun to fuck a security officer. What do you think?”

“If I survived, I will make your life miserable you old scum,” she said.

“But why would you survive my dear,” he said. “Now I will take you to my home and will fuck you as much as I wanted before killing you like a goat.”

She pictured the horrible scene and shuddered violently. She prayed to the god that such a thing should not happen to her. But the way he was holding her in his grip made her feel that he was in control and could do anything with her.

Next moment he put something on her nose. She struggled furiously with him, trying to remove his hand from her nose but old man was strong, very strong.

Oh God, help me, she thought. It was desperate call for help.

And then she passed out.


Sleep was not coming, no matter what Dipti tried. Last night incident was haunting her again and again: It was difficult to forget. Though she was keeping lights on in the bedroom, but still fear was difficult to push away.

Her mobile phone gave a short message tone, and she fumbled to the bedside table to pick it, expecting some message from Ramesh, expecting some information about his whereabouts. But she was disappointed. It was irritating advertisement again.

She dialed his number and got the same machine generated message that his phone was switched off.

Now she had left no choice but to believe what sub-inspector Neelam had told her. It was indeed Ramesh who tried to kill her last night. That’s why his phone is switched off. But why would he do that? Could Seema be the reason?

Yes, Seema could be the reason. Bitch.

But at the moment her major problem was how to pass through the night. Every single second of her was passing with fear and anxiety.

She took a deep breath and got off the bed: she wouldn’t stay in the bedroom.

She walked to the door and opening it slipped out. As per her direction Pappu had kept all the lights on. Good.

As she walked to the stairs she felt titillating sensation inside. She knew if she stayed with Pappu in his room, something would happen between them; something exciting. Something had happened last night as well and it had felt very good.

Biting her lower lips she climbed the stairs. She knew she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Her married life had already collapsed. Now she had no moral obligation toward Ramesh. In a way she was free to do whatever she wanted.

Should I take his dick in my pussy, she thought as she reached top of the stairs. Thought sent wild sensation through her and she wondered how Pappu’s massive dick would feel inside her cunt.

As she stepped on the roof, deep silence of the night welcomed her. She looked up. Sky was clear, and so many stars were twinkling, making night beautiful and exciting.

She looked at the only room at far corner of the roof: Pappu’s room. Door was closed, but she could see that light was on. Wondering whether he too was keeping light on out of fear she walked to the room. She could feel how her sexual feelings overshadowed the feelings of anxiety and fear. Tension regarding Ramesh, regarding her marriage also subsided.

Taking an excited breath she knocked on the door.

Almost immediately door opened, as if Pappu was waiting on the door for her.

“Ma’am!” Pappu said, surprised.

He was in underwear and vest, same like last night. Perhaps he slept like that only.

“Were you sleeping?”

“No…” he said.

“I think I can’t sleep alone,” she said, trying to hide her sexual feelings.

“You can sleep with me,” he offered, looking excited.

She looked at his crotch and noticed some movement there.

“Err…keep that thing under control,” she said. “Its big size is quite threatening.”

“S-sorry ma’am,” he said.

She giggled and pushing him aside stepped inside. It was good room, didn’t look like a servant room at all.

There was only single bed in the corner. His things were lying all over the place.

“I’ll take the bed,” she said. “You can sleep on the floor.”

“On the floor?” he said.

“Yes, on the floor.”

“Can’t we sleep together like last night? Both of us will feel secure if we sleep together.”

“Yes we can,” she said and looking at his crotch continued, “But do you remember how that big gun of your threatened me with its size. It disturbed my sleep, do you know that?”

“Sorry I had no idea,” he said, looking amused.

Dipti went to the bed and climbing on it, lay down on her back. “Switch off the light.”

“You didn’t tell me?” he said.

“What?”

“Where should I sleep?”

“Switch off the light and come to the bed before I change my mind.”

She saw him dart toward the switch board and next moment there was total darkness in the room. She drew an excited breath, waiting for him to come to the bed.

As she felt him climb on the bed she put her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

“ma’am, I sucked your tits well last night, didn’t I,” he said.

“Yes you did,” she said, her voice shaking with excitement. She was expecting him to grab her tits right away.

He didn’t disappoint her and placed his hands on her chest.
“These are sexy tits,” he said.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“Yes very-very sexy.”

She reached for his loin and grabbed his manhood through the fabric of his underwear.

“This is also sexy, you know that” she said, roaming her hand all over his excited dick.

“You are first woman to hold it in hand,” he said, his breathing heavy with emotion.

“It’s my privilege then” she said.

“Ma’am can I touch your…”

She drew an excited breath and grabbed his hand and guided it to her throbbing pussy.

His hand felt so good down there. Immediately he started running his fingers on her womanhood curiously. It was clear that he was very excited to touch her cunt.

“It’s so nice,” he said.

“What’s nice?” she asked, curious.

“I don’t know, but it’s nice,” he said innocently.

She felt like kissing him but resisted the temptation. He was her servant after all. If she kissed him, their relationship would become more intimate, more personal, and she didn’t want that.

After few days she would leave Nagpur, back to her parents, and till then this adventure with Pappu should be kept as much free of intimacy as possible.

Just then both of them heard something outside and both became still, listening.


It was sound of a door, prolonged creak. After few seconds there was silence. Then door creaked again and once sound of it subsided they heard footsteps, heavy and urgent tread. Then everything went silent again. One minute…two minutes...Nothing.

Both of them were motionless, her hand still holding his dick, his hand still upon her pussy. They were keeping their breathing under control to listen with full concentration. However, Dipti realized that Pappu was making subtle, hesitant movements of his fingers on her cunt through the fabric of her salwar, as if not wanting her to notice it. His index finger had found the split of her cunt and very slowly it was moving across it, making it difficult for her to keep her breathing under check.

She gulped slowly and ran her finger on the head of his penis, letting him know that she was enjoying whatever he was doing. Immediately he rubbed his finger through the split of her cunt strongly, making her moan silently.

“I think there is someone out there,” Puppu whispered, breaking the silence.

“Yes, but who?” she said and tightened her grip on his gun.

“I don’t know,” he said taking a long sigh.

“Let’s see,” she said and slipped off the bed and went to the window which opened into the street: she wanted to see who was spoiling her fun.
She noticed a figure outside Shinde’s house. He looked like Shinde. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the street she noticed that he was indeed Shinde, and she took a deep sigh of relief. He was lusty old man, but harmless. But one thing seemed weird. He was standing like a statue in front of his house at this time of the night. What could be the reason?

Pappu came right behind her, waited for a second and then pressing his body against her, peeped out. His hard dick was pressed obscenely against her soft buttocks. She could feels its pulse.

“Who is it,” he said.

“It’s our neighbor, Mr. Shinde,” she managed, trying to control her breath.

“Mr. Shinde?,” he said. “What’s he doing out at this time?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m also wondering about it.”

“Ma’am, can I ask one thing” he said.

Wondering what he wanted to ask she said, “Yes, what is it?”

“Has Mr. Shinde…”

“No,” she said interrupting him, wondering why was he interested by the way. He wasn’t her husband. He had no right to inquire whether Shinde had fucked her or not.

“Sorry,” he said.

“For what?” she said.
“I shouldn’t have asked this question,” he said.

It was good that he realized his mistake. “It’s okay.”

She raised her eyes up and noticed that smart portion of sky was visible through the window. She could see number of stars, twinkling against the dark background. She realized that it was quite a romantic situation and wished she were with her husband. Thought of Ramesh raised sleeping anguish within her and she felt a terrible pain in her heart. Everything had collapsed between her and Ramesh. Nothing was left. Now she would wait for Ramesh for few days, to demand an explanation from him if he returned. If he didn’t she would pack her bags and leave for Delhi.

Pappu’s hand crawled upward from her stomach, pulling her from her thoughts. She swallowed and watched the distant stars as his hands crept slowly and slowly toward her boobs.

When his hands cupped her round melons she gave a soft moan, barely audible to anyone except her. Automatically her eyes had closed, feeling the moment.

He started squeezing her tits lewdly and whispered into her ears, “Let’s go back to bed.”

She kept mum and smiled to herself: she wanted to tease him. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the night sky again, feeling every move of his hands on her soft breasts.

Suddenly his hands got away from her boobs and she felt him move away from her. But she didn’t move and stayed still on the window, watching the distant stars, curious what he was up to.

She shuddered when he placed his hands on her buttocks and her breathing became heavy. She was amazed that he didn’t take her permission this time before grabbing her butt.

He squeezed both ass cheeks playfully for a moment and then parted them obscenely. Wondering what he was planning to do she swallowed the knot in her throat.

Answer lay in the next moment when she felt his dick between her ass cheeks. So this parting thing was to accommodate his dick, naughty.

“Ma’am I hope you won’t mind if I play with your gaand a little,” he said.

“Err…I’m watching stars and you are taking advantage of my position,” she said biting her lower lip.

He didn’t say anything. He seemed preoccupied in something.

He again grabbed her ass cheeks and again parted them and adjusted his dick in a way so that it could take position right upon her butt hole. Now she got where he was preoccupied.

“Err…what are you doing?” she said, smiling.

“N-nothing,” he said.

And then he did something which raised her heartbeat. He started moving behind her, like he was fucking her from behind. She could feel the pressure of his dick on her anus when he pushed his body hard at her.

And soon both of them were moving rhythmically. If somebody could see them from outside he would think that they were fucking. In a sense they were. Only difference was that it was a dry fuck.

Then he stopped, his breath heavy with hard work he had just done. Then she felt his hands on string of her salwar.

The moment had come when she had to decide what she wanted. He was going for her pussy. She could feel it in his breathing. He was dying to put his dick in her cunt.

But he undid her string and still she couldn’t decide anything. Perhaps she also wanted it. Yes indeed she also wanted it. That’s why she had come to him tonight. And in a way it was right. Now she wasn’t worried about Ramesh. Now it was her life. She could do anything she wanted without bothering about Ramesh.

When her salwar fell down on her feet she felt a great wave of thrill inside her which travelled across her body. Then he rolled down her panties.

And then came the moment when she must stop him. He was applying pressure on her shoulder, urging her to bend down. But she felt that it was difficult to stop him.

And then she bent down a little, placing her arms on the base of window. He wasn’t saying anything and she was also keeping her mouth closed. It was hard to utter even a single word.

But she gave a load moan, biting her lips, once head of his massive dick penetrated her little cunt.


He stopped after her load moan. She kept still, trying to accommodate his huge organ.

Feeling him move behind her she closed her eyes tightly and held her breath. She knew he would drill her pussy even deeper.

And he did. Slowly and slowly, he pushed full length of his dick, into her little cunt and then without waiting for even a second began assaulting her poor pussy.

She hadn’t expected anything like this from him. He was fucking her pussy like he had fucked it thousands of time, like an experienced man.

Her head slammed against the bars of the window once he hit at her pussy with his cruel tool. He was merciless in his assault.

She found that she was heading for mind-blowing orgasm and without much delay it washed over her like a rain. It was just great.

And then he accelerated behind her, pounding even harder into her pussy. And soon he came too, flooding her little cunt with his sticky semen.

As she tried to control her breathe she realized that her back was aching due to bending.

She pushed him away and fumbled toward the bed. She knew she would sleep now without bothering about anything in the world.

****
Neelam opened her eyes slowly and flinched. She was in strange room. It looked like basement or something for it didn’t have any window and door. Stairs were rising upward to a door which was closed.

She remembered what had happened, in detail, her teeth clenching together in anger. I’ll kill the bastard, she thought.

She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. She didn’t even know whether it was day or night.


Slowly, she got to her feet, her legs trembling. It was hard to believe that she was kidnapped, that she was put into an isolated basement, and that she was probably going to die helpless death.

Looking at the shining bulb above her head, she wondered whether she was being watched. Criminal mind often take unholy pleasure watching their victim in distress and pain. Bastard.

She roamed her eyes throughout the room. No camera. She wasn’t being watched.

She walked to the stairs silently, started to climb with caution, eyes focused on the door above, wood steps creaked and groaned underneath her feet, but she kept on climbing, hoping to find door open. But it was close. Close. Damn.

She heard footsteps, turned quickly away from the door and climbed down with a speed of light, not caring about the creak and groan of wood steps, though this time they were louder.

By the time door opened, she had taken sleeping position on the floor, pretending sleep, her breathing heavy.

Thump…thump…thump.

He was coming downward, his tread reflecting his evil nature.

“Are you sleeping, bitch?” he said. “Come on wake up. It’s morning.”

Wave of anger rose inside her; she wanted to slap him hard on the face.

He shook her by the shoulder. “I know you are awake.”

She lay still, wondering whether he really knew.

He touched her lips, ran his finger across them and then tried to insert his finger into her mouth. “You are beautiful woman, you know that.”

She gulped silently, unsure what to do.

When she felt his other hand on her breast, she flinched, and pushed his hand away. “Don’t touch me,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion.

“So you were awake,” he said, grinned.

He had a knife in his hand; it looked like the same he had been holding last night, but could be different for it didn’t have any stain of blood.

“Where am I,” she said.

“At my home, darling,” he said. “I hope you will enjoy your stay here.”

“You must release me at once or else…” she said, her voice lacking force and conviction.

“Or else,” he said and started laughing.

She looked at him with frightened eyes wondering what to speak. “You will be punished severely.”

“I’d wait for that day,” he said. “But right now you should worry about yourself.”

She was worried about herself, she really was. That’s why she was so frightened.

“You want to survive?” he said.

Of course she wanted to survive, who wouldn’t. But why was he asking such a question?

“I can see in your eyes that you want to live,” he said. “But you have to buy your life here, lady.”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I had already told you that last night,” he said and grinned.

His words flashed through her mind: “I think I would like to taste your pussy before I kill you?”

She swallowed and said, “You had said that you would like to taste my pussy before killing me.”

“Yes, you had heard right,” he said.

“What kind of deal is this?” she said. “I also have to give my pussy to you and still end up with death. This is unfair, don’t you think.”

“Yes it is,” he said. He looked amused. “Do you have any choice?”

Unfortunately, she didn’t have any choice. She was in his confinement, and he could do anything with her, anything he wanted.
“What if I don’t agree?” she said.

“Then first I’ll kill you and then fuck your pussy,” he said. “Either way I’m going to fuck your pussy, dead or alive.”

“This is disgusting,” she said, her face reflecting lines of terror.

“Yes, it is,” he said and grinned. “But you can save yourself from this horrible situation.”

“How?” she demanded immediately.

“If you give your pussy willingly to me, I’ll spare your life for two days,” he said.

“Only two days?”

“Yes, only two days,” he said. “But after that I have to kill you.”

“Why you have to kill me?” she asked. “Why?”

“I don’t want to explain anything to you,” he said. “Tell me what do you want, Instant death or death after two days of life.”

Neelam’s head was spinning. She was in horrible situation.

“I-I need time to think,” she pleaded.

“Granted,” he said, “I’ll come after two hours. Two hours should be enough I think. If you failed to decide, I’ll kill you and then…”

“I-I’ll decide, I’ll decide,” she said, her temple covered with sweat.

“Good girl,” he said and turned and walked to the stairs.

She watched him as he climbed the stairs. She wanted to run after him, attack him, but remembering last night she stopped herself. He was old man, but he was also very alert and clever.


Chirping of birds woke her in the morning, making her stretch and yawn lazily, last night scene was flashing in her mind. She could still feel the hard thrashing Pappu gave to her little pussy, while she was bending against the window. In terms of sex, it was great moment of her life, one which she would cherish for days to come. Smiling to herself, she opened her eyes slowly, and found Pappu standing beside the bed, holding a tray.

Her eyes met with his, and she couldn’t help blushing; though there was nothing in his eyes to demand such an action. In fact his face was expressionless.

“Ma’am, tea,” he said, put the tray on the bed beside her, turned and went out.

Something was wrong with him. Like her, he should have been floating on the joyous moment of last night, but he wasn’t. Did he not enjoy with her?

Pushing the cover away, she wondered when she had taken it last night, but quickly pulled it back: she wasn’t wearing salwar. She remembered that after the mind-blowing sex with Pappu, she had stumbled to the bed leaving her clothes on the floor, naked below waist. She looked at the spot, and found that her clothes were not there now.

Searching with her hands, she found them beneath the cover, and holding them in hand climbed down from the bed. Wearing her panties and salwar, she picked the cup of tea and drifted out of the room. She wanted to have a talk with Pappu. Wanted to find what was wrong with him.

She found him standing near the boundary of the roof overlooking the street below.

Hearing her coming he turned toward her, smiled and said, “How is tea ma’am?”

“Tea is good, but I think you are not good today,” she said. “What’s the matter with you? Did you not like what we did last night?”

“It was best moment of my life,” he said looking into her eyes. “And I’ll always remember it that way. But…”

“But, what?” she demanded.

“Sir had given this job to me and I did such a thing…,” his said, trying to gather his thoughts. “…I think it was wrong on my part. How would I look into his eyes, if he ever came to know about it?”

She looked at him with feeling; his face looked so innocent, as he spoke. She hadn’t expected him to react like that. For a second, his words generated feeling of guilt within her, too, but she pushed it away quickly.

“Don’t think like that,” she said. “I had come to you last night, and I don’t regret what we did. But yes, no one should know about it. As far as Ramesh is concerned, I think he has no moral right to question anything. Had he not tried to kill me, we wouldn’t have come close like this.”

“So you believe what security officer said to you,” he said.

“Yes, I have too…” she told him in detail what sub inspector Neelam had told to her. “I think I should call her to find about the status of investigation.”

“Yes you should,” he said.

“It’s eight in the morning, could she be sleeping at the moment.”

“You should try,” he said.

“My mobile is downstairs, in my bedroom,”

Pappu rushed downstairs and returned with her mobile.

She placed a call to Neelam, but a male voice answered it.

“Hello, who is this,” a voice spoke.

“May I speak to Ms Neelam, please,” Dipti said.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Dipti…”

“Oh Dipti ji, I’m Parshant Kumar.”

“Oh, good morning inspector?” she said.

“Good morning ji. Can I ask why you called this number?”

“I wanted to talk to sub inspector, Neelam,” she said and told him everything Neelam had told her about her husband.

“She is missing since last night. We found her purse at the crime scene, quite close to your house. I think she murdered her boy friend and then ran away in hurry. If you get any information about her, please inform me.”

“Are you joking, sir?” she said, confused.

“Shut up you silly, cunt!” he shouted, “Do you think I’ll make a joke like that. Due to that bitch I’m facing great embarrassment.”

She hung up immediately. Inspector was in terrible mood.

“What happened, ma’am,” Pappu said.

“Inspector says, someone had been murdered, close to our house,”

“I had seen couple of security officerman in front of that house,” he said and pointed toward the house.

She felt the wave of shiver once her eyes followed his finger. That was Sudhir’s house, Sudhir who had met her in the market and…

“Are you sure?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m sure.”

“Dear god. I had met the man few days ago,” she said, her voice reflecting terror.

“I think this is dangerous place to live,” he said.

“Just one week, and I will fly back to Delhi. I’m waiting conclusion of security officer investigation,” she said and then took a long pause, thinking. “…but I think that would also take time now”

“Why,” he said.

“Sub inspector Neelam, working on my case, ran away after killing her boy friend. But whatever, I’ll not stay here more than a week.”

“I’ll always remember you,” he said looking lovingly into her eyes.

“Why?” she said, teasingly, “because of last night?”

“No,” he said.

“Then,” she said, curious.

“Because you are first woman in my life, and I know, no matter how hard I search, I’ll never find woman like you again.”

She blushed at his words and looked away. “I’m hungry. Let’s have some breakfast.”


Neelam was pacing across the room, her heart pounding hard. Two hours time, old man had given to her, was almost coming to an end, but she was still undecided, still not ready to imagine old man upon her, pounding his dick into her womanhood. She was considering other options, but unfortunately she couldn’t find any. Few minutes ago, she had finished the search of whole room, hoping to find something—anything—which she could use as defense when old man came back, but she found nothing at all. This basement seemed to have been designed and kept to hold someone trapped, to keep the victim away from outside world, away from hope—it was hell.

Slowly and slowly, feeling was rising within her wanting her to buy two days of life from old man. It was logical feeling, she guessed, practical even. security officer would be searching for her earnestly, and it would find her eventually. But she had to survive by that time, had to keep old man amused with sex. In-between, if she got any opportunity, she would try to kill the bastard.

Then she closed her eyes tightly and pushed these thoughts away, and cursed herself why she was thinking on these lines.

She went to the head of the stair and looked up at the closed door. She knew he could come at any moment, now.

She stretched her arms, rotated her neck, and took a deep breath: she would fight.

After few minutes, door opened and silhouette of old man emerged on the threshold, looking down at her. She could see big knife in his right hand.

“So, what have you decided,” he said looking down at her.

One option was to run up to him and fight, but she feared that he would backtrack and close the door before she could get to him. So, she ruled out this option immediately.

Another option was to wait for him to climb down, let him come until middle of the stairs and then, surprise him with an attack. It looked good. Workable.

“Let’s discuss about it,” she said. “Why don’t you come downstairs?”

“What do you want to discuss about it, it is plain simple I think,” he said.

“Yeah, for you it could be, but not for me,” she said.

“All right, I’m coming,” he said.

He took one step down, then two…and when he was almost in middle she rushed upward, like a wild cat, and took hold of his arm in which he was holding a knife, gave it a strong pull to make him fall on the floor; it worked, and he stumbled down, but she lost her balance too and followed him down. Damn. What now?

“You bitch!” he shouted and got to his feet before she could and kicked hard into her stomach.

She wailed in terrible pain.
He kicked again and again, till she pleaded for mercy. “Please stop,”

He stopped, his breath was heavy.

Neglecting the pain his kicks gave to her, she tried to get up but couldn’t. Blood was oozing out from her nose, and she had the feeling that her stomach had gone.

But still, not willing to give up, she gathered all her strength and stumbled to her feet somehow. But immediately, she got a hard slap on her face and she fell on the floor, on her stomach, her face hitting hard on the hard floor. Her head started spinning. She knew she wouldn’t be able to move, let alone stand up.

She felt his hand on her waist. He was trying to reach string of her slawar. He found it, undid it and then pulled down her slawar along with her panties.

Unbearable anguish welled up within her, when he placed his dick on her unwilling vagina and whispered into her ear, “I know you are half dead. Let me fuck you before you die.”

She opened her mouth with great difficulty and wailed, “p-l-e-a-s-e.” Tears rolled down from her closed eyes when she finished her word.

But he began and began mercilessly, and when he stopped she felt as if she was on the verge of death.

“Let me finish last remaining breath of yours,” he said and put the knife on the back of her neck. She could feel its sharp edge.

Just then, door bell rang. For a moment, it seemed that sound had come from distant memory. It didn’t seem real. But when, the bell rang again and his knife move away from her neck she realized that it was real. It gave her hope.

He moved away from her quickly and next moment she heard him climb the stairs in a hurry.

Meanwhile bell rang again.

With great effort she opened her eyes slowly and looked toward the stairs. It was not possible to see the door from her position. But still, from the light coming from top of the stairs, she could figure that door was open. He had forgotten to close the door.

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Pressing the bell for the third time, Dipti wondered why Shinde was taking so long. She wanted to talk to him regarding last night. She had seen him standing in front of his house and she had the feeling that he might know something about the murder of young man in the street.

As she raised her hand to press the bell again, door opened.

“Good morning Shinde ji,” she said.

“Good morning, good morning. I didn’t expect you on the door.”

He looked uncomfortable, his body language suggesting that he didn’t like her presence at his door. She had not seen him behaving like that before. It was okay with her. She too wanted to keep distance from him.



“Shinde ji, a man has been murdered in our street,” Dipti said.

“What are you talking?” he said, looking genuinely surprised.

“You don’t know?” she said.

“No, I don’t know anything about it.”

“I have seen you standing in front of your house last night,” she said looking into his eyes. Strangely, his face paled as she finished the sentence. “I thought you might know about it.”

“Sorry, Dipti, I don’t know anything about it,” he said. “By the way, why are you taking so much interest about it?”

“security officer inspector had told me that he was murdered by sub inspector, Neelam. I doubt it, for she didn’t look like a person who could kill someone.”

He considered for a moment what she had said and then spoke, “looks are deceptive my dear,”

Incidentally, her eyes went to his right hand, and she noticed red stains on his fingers. “Is that blood?”

He looked at his hand in a manner which suggested that he had no idea how it got on his fingers. Then he gave her awkward smile and said, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just tomato ketchup. I was eating breakfast, you know.”

“Sorry to disturb—,” she held back her words immediately once she heard a scream. Someone was screaming for help and voice was coming from inside the house.

“Someone is calling for help, who is with you,” she said.

“It’s nothing. My TV is on,” he said, his facial expression tense. “Now, please excuse me, my breakfast is waiting for me.”

“Help me!” voice came again and it shook her to the core. It seemed like scream of helpless person who was in terrible pain. She was sure that it wasn’t from TV. It was real...she could feel it. Immediately, words of Sudhir started to dance in her mind. He had said that Shinde was dangerous man. And then she thought about the red stains on his fingers: it could be blood.

“This sound is not from TV, I know it,” she said sternly.

He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her inside. Instincts told her that she shouldn’t enter into the house at any condition. She resisted with full force and gave her hand strong jerk. Her hand slipped free and she stepped back.

“I’m calling security officer,” she said.

“It’s nothing, Dipti. I just wanted to show you that sound is coming from TV. Come on,” he said, but she could see that his words didn’t match with the expression of his face. He didn’t mean what he was saying.

Without a word she ran to her home and closing the front door stood leaning against it, her heartbeat was heavy.

Pappu, who was in kitchen doing dishes, came to her immediately and said, “What happened, ma’am? You look tense.”

“Where is my phone?” she demanded.

“It’s in the kitchen,” he said. “You forgot it there.”

She lunged to the kitchen, picked the phone, placed a call to inspector Parshant kumar and told him everything. When she hung up, she found that Pappu was looking curiously at her. Obviously, he was also surprised to hear such thing about old man.

“It’s serious matter,” he said.

“Yes, it is. That’s why I called the security officer,” she said and drifted to the window, anxious. “That scream is still echoing in my head, it was so painful.”

“I can understand,” he said, “do you want water.”

“No.” at the moment she was worried about the woman. She didn’t know who she was, but still, she could feel her suffering.

After fifteen minutes, security officer jeep stopped in front of her house, and she saw inspector Parshant climbing out from it.

she rushed to the front door, pulled it open and rushed out with a speed of light, meeting inspector on the walk way. Two constables were also with him.

She guided him to the house of Shinde and knocked on the door. Surprisingly, door creaked open with the pressure of her knock.

As she stepped inside after inspector, she found Shinde sitting in the living room, reading newspaper. He stood up immediately and came to inspector.

“Something wrong inspector?” Shinde said.

“I want to search your house, if you don’t mind,” inspector said.

“Can I know the reason?” Shinde said.

“This lady here has complained that she had heard scream of a woman in your house. Who else stay with you here?” inspector asked.

“I’m alone,” Shinde said.

“Then, who was screaming for help in your house,” inspector said.

“I think this beautiful lady has gone mad or something. I was watching a horror movie and—”

“But you had said that you were having a breakfast,” Dipti interrupted.

“Oh, come on. Can a man can’t watch horror movie while having a breakfast,” Shinde said.

Inspector parshant looked toward the constables and said, “Search the house!”

“Wait Inspector! It is great insult to me. I’m retired colonel you know.”

“So what!” inspector shouted. “Are you above the law.”

Shinde went silent.

Whole house was searched thoroughly, but there was no trace of any woman.

“I think you are mistaken about something,” inspector said. “Probably he was right; sound might have been coming from TV.”

“No, it wasn’t from TV. Please try to understand- A woman is in danger here,” she said.

“Which woman?” he said. “Show me the woman. I’ll help her.”

“Are you out of your mind? It’s your job to find out,” she said.

Inspector came close to her and whispered, “I’m already pissed off with you. Don’t make things complicated here.”

“Sir, I’m not complicating things. I’m just trying to help,” she said.

“I don’t doubt your intention, but sorry without any evidence I can’t do anything.”

“Dipti you are mistaken my dear, I was indeed watching TV when you came,” Shinde interrupted.

Dipti gave a stern look to him, but inside she had helpless feeling. With heavy heart she stepped out from the house after security officermen. Scream of help was still flashing in her mind.


Getting into the house, Dipti slammed the door shut, went to the sofa and sat down on it, holding her head in hands.

“What happened ma’am?” Pappu said.

She looked up at him. “security officer didn’t find anything.” she told him what happened at old man’s house.

“Then, maybe he’s right. You might have heard sound of TV.”

“NO!” she snapped. “I know what have I heard. It was real. I can still feel it.”

“Then, why security officer didn’t find anything,” he said.

“I don’t know,” she said and stood up. “I can’t live here now. I’m leaving immediately for Delhi.”

She lunged to her bedroom, pulled open the closets and took out her suitcases; she wouldn’t stay even a single second into this house.

“But you wanted to wait for one week…” Pappu said.

She turned and found Pappu leaning against the wall. He looked sad. Surely, he would have been expecting exciting one week with her. It was natural, since she was also expecting the same. But right now she had the strong feeling that she should move out from here as soon as possible.

“Yeah. But not now…” she said and started putting her things into the suitcase and left which belonged to Ramesh.

It was a while before he spoke. “You don’t want to help that woman?”

She looked at him. “I want to. And I had tried. It’s up to security officer now to pursue the matter farther.”

Neither of them spoke anything for next ten minutes. He stood still against the wall as she put all her things into suitcases.

After finishing her packing, she called Salim and told him to come immediately. Then she looked at Pappu. There was something in his eyes which made her look closely into them and she found sadness there. And then she thought that maybe he was also sad due to losing the job again. She opened her purse and took out 5000/- rupees. “Here, Take it.”

He grabbed the money and silently put it into his pocket, without counting it. It seemed as if he wanted to say something to her but wasn’t able to say it.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

“Nothing, I just wanted to—” he said, hesitating to complete his sentence.

“You want to fuck me one more time,” she said looking into his eyes and he blushed deeply, “before I get the hell out of here.”

He nodded.

She looked at his crotch. She could trace a subtle movement between his legs. His cock was rising.

She felt a thrilling sensation inside and her cheeks turned pink. “Auto rickshaw is coming. I don’t want to keep him waiting. Moreover I’m still upset due to this incidence.”

“I can understand,” he said, “that’s why I was hesitating.”

She gave him awkward smile. “Take these suitcases outside,” she said.

He nodded, picked up her suitcases and walked out.

Hoping to get connected with Ramesh, she called his number again, but his phone was still switched off.

As she stepped out from bedroom, Pappu was coming toward her.

“Ma’am, you will go to airport or railway station.”

“First I’ll go to railway station,” she said. “If I couldn’t find ticket there then I will go to airport.”

“Can I also come with you?”

“Yeah, You can. But where are you planning to go?”

“My village. Give me five minutes,” he said and rushed upstairs.

Just then Shinde entered through the main door.

“Are you going somewhere?” A voice spoke.

She turned quickly toward the main door and found Shinde there on the threshold.

“What are you doing here?” she said.

“I wanted to clarify to you,” he said and moved forward toward her.

“I don’t want any clarification from you,” she said looking into his eyes.

“You are taking me wrong honey, trust me,” he said and then out of a sudden he came dangerously close, grabbed her arm and put something on her nose. She couldn’t scream. Pressure of his hand on her mouth was very strong. She also tried to push him away but did not succeed. And then, very quickly she passed out.