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This is a story of 

 
Veer Prathap Singh

 
 
vs
 
Narsingh Yadav
 

 
 
 

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Hot sun is beating down on the lone pair sleeping on a jute cot.. not showing any mercy on the already heated up bodies, the summer is at its peak in this deserted dry land.  Its around noon and the six feet six inch heavily built landlord is showing no mercy on this rich sexy high class model from Mumbai.  She was in perfect shape. 36DD perfectly conical breasts, flat stomach and long legs…skin flawless except for the dark triangle of hair highlighting her womanhood. Though she was tall at five-six, she decided to wear her high-heeled pumps. High heels always accentuated the aura of sexuality.
 


The burly landlord on her, a 56 year old man, was the richest man in that district surrounded by Thar desert. He lives in his palatial bungalow with her 50 year old wife and tens of servants to take care of him and his needs. Despite his age, he was almost frightening in his physical appearance. He was very dark, very tall, muscular and with blood-shot eyes. He has very thick and short cock surrounded by thick ugly bushes.

Everyone was frightened of him, because of his cruel nature, arrogance, wealth and temper. He terrorized the whole district with his demands on everything belonging to others -- properties, fields, etc. He looks ugly like a bull... 6ft tall, massive muscles and a fierce beard and hate filled eyes
 
It was rumored that he did not even spare the young wives, of laborers working in his fields. His laborers were very frightened of him. When he instructed them to bring their wives to him at nights, they would meekly accompany their wives to his house, to satisfy his perversions and lust. It was rumored that babies born to the wives of almost, half of the laborers working in his fields, were actually fathered by – him !  Any male laborer who doesn’t obey his orders is killed mercilessly by this feudal land lord. It is hard for a woman to escape from pregnancy after getting fucked by him. He was very healthy & potent
 
He is a big landlord, he has plenty of money, land and property. He has many houses and shops in the nearby city which he leases for rent & he gets lakhs of money from that every month. He also earns lot of money from his business, firms & other properties.
 
Such a wealthy feudal land lord has a weakness for high class models and movie heroines. Every month first weekend he hires a very high class model from Mumbai,Delhi,Bangalore and enjoys with them in most cruel and ruthless manner under burning hot sun in open desert swayed with hot sand fighting for thirst and hunger.. only food the high class model gets is sex.. sex.. more sex!!!  Money fulfills every fantasy !!!
 

 

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Monica belluci
Egire vachhindhi
Kadale kadham thokke
Tsunami-ye thechhindhi
Monica belluci
Thaggadhee energy
Adhire andhaalunna
Toofan-u le ammaadi
Takkuna choosindho
hi- pulse -eh body
hoyale chepalake nerpinchule
kalake colour-ese
Jillebi lady
Salt-u touch-chesthe
Sweet avvune
 
Monica
My dear Monica
Love you, Monica
Baby-ma Monica
Kichchu kichchu maa
Chikku chikka maa
Monica
Love you, Monica
Baby-ma Monica
Kichchu kichchu maa
Chikku chikka maa
 




With high volume music playing on the bug screen, 22 year old Sheethal is dancing along with her friend Richa. They are dancing on the pool side with their wet bodies.. not caring about their bouncing boobs peeing through their transparent gown, they are in their own world..
 
Sheethal is the only child of Veer Prathap Singh and Jyothi Devi.  Even though Veer Prathap is like a demon outside, he is very sweet to his daughter, he doesn’t want her studies to be affected by all that’s happening in the district, so he sent her abroad for studies. Sheethal comes on vacation from USA along with her friend Richa who hasn’t seen India yet even though she is an Indian but born in USA.
 
Sheethal, like her father is heavily built , like a lady Tarzan. She is 6’1”, weighs 75 Kg, has curvaceous body with 38DD-28-40 structure. Since she is born and raised in this old rural area, she wanted to look and live modern after moving to USA. She wears bold dresses even at home, in fact this is her first visit after going to USA. Veer Prathap has seen the change in his daughter , in fact he feels happy as she wants her to enjoy the wealth created by him.
 



Richa is born to German father and Indian mother in USA but soon their parents are separated and she lives with her mother. Richa likes Indian traditions and customs, that’s why she came along with her friend to India on vacation. She is petite, cute, innocent , girl next door type .. hardly standing 5’2” and weighing 52 Kg. She has color of her father.. wheatish and skin tone of her mother.. smooth and flawless. With black long hair, she experiments a long with her hair. She sports B cup bra and perky nipples that she is mindful of whenever she comes outside. Since she lives with her mother, she wears short dresses but is mindful of not exposing too much skin.
 
They came here few days back and are settling down..



With the Monica song playing to heavy volume, the girls are jumping, clapping, dancing to the tunes and unmindful of their dress and bouncing boobs, they are enjoying the music and dance.  The big boobs of Sheethal and handful of mangoes of Richa have come out of their gown and they don’t care as the pool is a private area and the servants have no access to that..

 

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Jyoti Devi .. wife of Veer Prathap Singh. Illiterate but very clever. Innocent but very bold at times. For her there is no world beyond her family and house. Like a typical Indian married woman, god fearing. She is 45 years old. She looks exactly like a famous TV artist. She's curvy at the right places and best thing about her is her massive boobs and ass which have become even bigger after she gave birth to her daughter. 

She is very friendly (when her husband is not around of course)  and likes talking to men and share jokes with them. That is why she was very popular in the village and servants.   She is innocent and talk to them casually without any intentions towards them but all the low class men used to masturbate thinking of her but are always scared of her husband



She is also full of sexual thoughts and starving for sex because her drunkard husband rarely fucks her. He fucks only high class models and beautiful women, only purpose of having a wife for him is to produce babies and he stopped fucking his wife right after giving birth to Sheethal. She is very hungry for sexual activities as she was not sexually satisfied.

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Disclaimer
 
This is not a real story and the characters, their behaviour, their sexual acts are purely fictional. There is no resemblance to any one or any thing. There will be sex between family members and those who are not comfortable with that may stop here. Also don’t look for logic, as the writer takes liberty at times to maximize the entertainment quotient at the cost of reality.
 

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What to expect from this story ?
 
This is story of face off between a powerful feudal landlord versus an innocent old watch man in pursuit of forbidden fruits.
 
How the old cunning watch man traps the wife of the cruel rough landlord and introduces her the taste of foot long black cock and liberates her from the clutches off feudalistic husband and start a journey to seek her hitherto forbidden pleasures
 
How the wily watch man traps the young cock hungry daughter and make her his slave until she leaves
 
How the old watch man traps the young videsdhi girl to taste the Indian old dirty cock and make her come back to India again and again
 
Will the sex hungry landlord lay his hand on the innocent daughter of the watch man ?

You can also expect how the girls make the landlord slave to their sweet little juicy pussies and get rid of his habit of fucking the models and other women
 
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Characters

Veer Prathap Singh (M56) , Jyothi Devi (F45)

        Sheethal (F22) (Daughter)

        Richa (F22) (Sheethal's friend)

Narsingh Yadav (M72)

         Vennela (F20) (Second Wife's Daughter)


Jyothi





Sheethal




Richa






Jyothi, Sheethal, Richa, Vennela

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Three days back.. Sheethal in NYC restaurant enjoying a smoothie before leaving to India



Yesterday in Dubai..  cheering for Team India



Today morning in Delhi airport



She will reach Jaipur soon, one thing she hates is waiting at airport for pickup.. Dad is not picking up calls and mom is clueless on where dad is… this is not the first time that dad goes mute on phone. He is aware that I am coming and coming with my best friend Richa but there is no further communication from dad on this matter.. that’s why she is restless after getting ready to board Jaipur flight from Delhi

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If papa is not picking up calls, where is he then ?

One thing that Veer doesn’t miss out is his monthly date with foreign models in his favourite adda..  What is he doing ?

Veer  got angry on the tantrums being played by this videshi model,  he got up,  pulled, dragged her out of the jute cot and throwing her on the floor, he started abusing her..

“you bitch.. what you think.. you are a goddess and I should beg you ?” , he started shouting and removing his undergarments..

The model  being such a seasoned bitch understood the game plan and she now should act like a newbie to this trade and pretend her modesty and beg for his mercy

“sir.. don’t.. please don’t.. fu… ck…me .. hard.. I cant handle your size” , the model starting crawling back to the cot

This made Veer even more annoying and pulled out his monster cock and bending down on the floor and sitting on her throat is hitting her cheeks with his strong, thick albeit a short  dick

The model understood the plot, but she is unable to go through this torcher and she is simply observing the gross animal like behavior by this village fart in this hot desert. She is aware this is all part of the contract and she is heavily paid for this. She knows how to take care pf various fantasies by the rich businessmen in exchange of huge sum

Veer is pushing his semi erect dick in her mouth and he started making wild moves back and forth and looking deep into her eyes he is gesticulating as if he is fucking her..

“sir your dick is so big.. not even going into my mouth… shitttt.. so big and thick.. don’t put this monster in my tiny tender pussy sir.. I can’t take it…. Ahhhhh.. your hand… so rough…. Uffffffff… please… stop… it … hurts… mmmmm… yeah… slowly sir.. like that… “

He moved to missionary and spreading her legs wide.. he took his mammoth dick in his hand and pointing towards her treasure looking lustily into her sorrow face he moved wildly and jerked hard.. deep inside her tiny small pussy… He enjoys fucking videshi pussies a lot

Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…

Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…


“hmm… stop .. it… sir… ufffff.. its .. hurting… ahhhhh… hmmmm”

Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…

Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…


“bitch.. stop acting… your pussy is leaking.. it wants my dick… uffff.. so good… after so many years.. such a beautiful young pussy… shittt..  .. ahhh.. will fuck you again .. next month…… ummmm….”

dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…

“sir.. please.. show some… mercy…. My pussy is not leaking sir.. its crying with pain… ahhh.. is that a dick or monster … ummm.. never saw such a big thick dick… uffff”

“there you go bitch… now showing your true colors .. how many dicks you tasted in India, you whore ?”

thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…

“no.. sir.. I was a virgin till I came to India.. . ummmm.. this is too much to handle sir.. shittt.. my legs are aching … ahhhh.. stop it sir.. please”


After 10 minutes of wild fuck in missionary, he slept on the hot sand and she started raiding him from top

 

thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd… Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…Thapak …thapak… dhadd.. dhaddd…


after another 5 min of rough fucking in various angles he is ready to explode and took her head by his hands and sitting on her throat again and wildly moving in and out and slapping her face hard and spitting on her and beating her with his thick dick he is moaning, shouting loud.. indication that he is about to explode and that’s when he saw his wife calling on phone,   he ejaculated thick cum in buckets on her face (model) , on her face (wife in phone)  

He pulled out ten bundles of 1000 dollar notes and threw them on her face and in a swift move picked up his white dhothi, wrapped it around his waist and jumped into the brand new Rolls Royce car leaving the foren porn star model high and dry in hot desert.



He saw the foren model in the rear view mirror wiping the cum and sweat from the dollar notes and counting them. No one in her country pays 10K for few hours of fun plus the travel from USA, five star accommodation.

The picked up pace, he saw many missed calls from his daughter and wife and he knows he had only one hour to reach Jaipur airport as the Delhi flight took off.. Wearing the underwear while changing gears, he picked up the imported cigar on last time (the devil wont allow him to smoke at all when she is here.. drinking occasionally is ok.. what about fucking models ? Thank god she is not aware of this otherwise she will kill him)

Delhi to Jaipur … Air India Boeing .. flying at 180 kmph.. in the air..

Ajmer to Jaipur .. Rolls Royce .. driving at 200 kmph.. on the road..

As he is reaching the Jaipur airport, he can see the Boeing AI 723 flying over his head getting ready to land..

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Two beautiful girls are walking towards Veer.. his eyes have become moist after seeing her daughter after almost an year.  22 year old Sheethal and 22 year old Richa..

Sheethal almost ran and hugged Veer as she felt relieved since there was no communication from him. Immediately she asked “papa.. where is mom?” searching for her mom Jyothi

Veer taking the trolley answered “you know right, mom wont come out from home”.  Sheethal knows it’s a lie and introduces her friend Richa



Richa bent down touching his feet , asked for blessing. Veer is completely moved by her gesture and blessed her.. as she is getting up she felt a strange smell from his groin and her super sensitive nostrils could decipher what that smell is and is shocked.. such an elderly gentleman didn’t even wash his tool after sex ?

Veer looked into Richa’s eyes and said “Richa beti.. you are like my daughter.. feel free to enjoy your vacation.. Sheethal spoke so high about you and now after seeing you I know why.. you are looking like a typical Indian girl whereas my daughter is looking like a foreigner.. I am glad you still remember Indian customs and these days kids touching the feet of elders is very very rare..”, as he is hesitating to hug her.. Richa offered him a warm hug and said “uncle.. I am glad you are treating me like your daughter.. last time I spoke to my dad is around 15 years back and after such a huge wait, god gave you as my papa.. thank you papa so much”, trying to hide her tears..

After another 15 minutes, the Rolls-Royce is on duty again.. but this time took almost 3 hours to reach home
Reasons ?

On the way Richa saw a mob burning a government office..

Veer stopped the vehicle and explained Richa, Sheethal



last week a young educated girl made a complaint that their land is illegally occupied by an influential landlord (he didn’t tell its himself) and asked for original records from the government office.. Girls, education should get you jobs .. not courage to fight with the system.. I know that girl, she is from low class family, what is the use of picking up fight with powerful landlords ?

Both Richa and Sheethal are not convinced by his explanation but didn’t want to argue with him

After driving some more distance,  again he stopped for a while..  showing a small hut nearby, he explained how a young girl was molested and killed (suicide for outside world) by the son of a local MLA.. the reason ? similar land issue, when that girl came to me for settlement I scolded that MLA son and asked him to hand over their land papers, the MLA son was ready to give the papers, but asked for an apology from that young girl as she slapped him in front of every one.. that girl refused to apologize as she says slapped him only after he pinched his bo..bs..

Nobody knows the truth.. just for refusing to give apology she lost her modesty and life..

Girls, its futile to fight with system.. we should go with the flow..



Can such beautiful innocent girl from lower class sleep with a dangerous tiger ?  Why to be brave at such young age? Life is beautiful, sometimes bravery is an unwanted skill to some!!!

The girls kept mum, as they don’t agree with him at all but are too tired to engage with an argument with him.

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Meanwhile Jyothi woke up early in the morning and did all the rituals including cooking special dishes to her loving daughter and her dear friend



She is eagerly waiting for the arrival of ray of hope for her life !!! 

Husband is there  only as an ornament , but she is living mainly for her daughter !!!

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Richa felt so happy looking at the so simple, pious looking Jo aunty (she calls Jyothi aunty as Jo aunty fondly). She looks a mismatch for the rough, rude, ugly looking uncle. Even his  feudal thinking, language accent (hardly she can understand any word), face full of scars, paan chewing, cigar smoking, drinking alcohol with shitty smelling cock.. shittt he is looking like a villain in old Bollywood movies that she watched along with her friend.

Richa bent down and took blessing from freshly bathed, neatly dressed, fully clothed Jo aunty while Sheethal hugged her mom fondly and kissed her on cheeks. Jyothi felt so happy seeing her daughter and  such a simple looking friend. Wiping her tears, Sheethal told her “mom.. don’t cry.. I will be here for couple of months, I want you to be happy and smiling always”.. Jyothi hugged both the girls and left a huge sigh as joy is the word she forgot many years ago after marriage.

She took the girls inside while Veer ordered the male servants to prepare hot water for his bath outside the main entrance. Veer does all shitty things outside his house, once inside he wants to be clean, neat and forget about the wild fucking of models, rude behaviour with villagers, all the bad things he does to grab the properties of others.

Inside the house he is a normal man.. but very very rarely he sleeps with his wife who is always religious, noble and pious whose only aim in her life is to get her daughter married off. For Jyothi satisfying her husband is not a priority at all and she doesn’t mind her husband to seek his pleasures outside. She knows she cant meet his wild fantasies. Veer also allows his wife to be on her own inside the house, he doesn’t demand she should not wear revealing cloths etc even though Jyothi doesn’t think at all on those lines. But outside the house, Veer is very strict about her.



After getting into her spacious bed room which looks like a five star hotel room with all modern amenities, Richa opens the window curtain and what she saw from the first floor window is shocking and mind blowing.. uncle is taking bath naked outside the main gate, not caring for any strangers passing by. 

So carefree and enjoying and pleasuring himself so openly in public.. even though she doesn’t see any villagers in near vicinity, she thought its very strange and bold move , not just taking bath.. but apparently the way he is playing with his strong, thick, short cock..  its not like he is cleaning his tool which gave such a pungent shitty smell when she bent down to take his blessings, this is more of a pure play as his face expressions would say.. shitttt… she closed the curtain with heavy breath and rushed to bathroom!!!

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Around dinner time, Jyothi is making fresh food, normally she doesn’t cook for her husband which is taken care by the cook, but she wants to cook for her daughter.

Veer, Sheethal, Richa are watching some music channel on TV on mute and chatting.

Looking at both the girls, he asked Richa “beti can I tell something?”

The way uncle talked so far, he seems to have genuine respect for her. He is treating her like his daughter, she felt.

“Haa.. uncle.. go ahead.. why are you even hesitating and seeking my permission, I am also your daughter”

“Thanks Richa.. the way I talk to my daughter, you wont think we are father and daughter.. we are very friendly”

“That’s good uncle.. “ (the way he showed his feudalistic traits while coming from airport, she thought he will be very strict about his daughter)

 

“Cool.. Shethal, look at Richa.. even in night gown she wore a bra and thick one too.. and you ? nothing inside a transparent gown.. and Richa thick cotton gown and inside thick deshi bra.. I am not judging you girls but pointing out the difference”

 

Richa is shocked at his comments.. so much keen observation and the way he told that casually in front of a not so familiar girl like her says a lot about his boldness, she felt

Born and brought up in USA to a German father and Indian mother, such bold talks are not uncommon in western societies but hearing such bold talk in India , that too in such a rural, remote feudalistic family.. a father talking to a daughter in front of her friend… this is beyond her imagination. She came to India to embrace its rich culture and divine environment..

As Richa kept mum, Sheethal took objection.. not for speaking so boldly but for judging her freedom..

“papa.. I never thought you will be so judgemental about your daughter.. you gave me so much freedom and space for me to grow my free speech and modern thinking, you never spoke like this and also the way he spoke so low about the low class girls , I didn’t like it at all”

Veer took his daughter into his arms , kissing her on forehead says “beti.. I may be  a wild animal outside but a sweet family man inside, I am not judging on how you dress, its your freedom, I am pointing out at the contrast between you and Richa beti.. being Indian you are trying to adopt to fast modern western culture whereas Richa beti being a videshi is embracing rich Indian culture. 

I am not saying one is right other is wrong.. I like both of you being what you are!!! Regarding my feudalistic thinking, I don’t want you girls to be sucked into this mess, that’s why I sent you abroad so that you are away from all these faction wars..”

Sheethal is convinced with his explanation, for her,  mother is always up on the high moral standards and father is way below her , she wants her papa to be right up there on par with her mom, that’s the goal for her in this vacation. To change papa is not easy but nothing comes easy in life.. except her own life which hasn’t seen any difficulty or struggle. 

Cuddling and hugging Veer, she says “papa.. you are misunderstood a lot by many.. why cant you be smiling, pleasant, helping, caring, loving outside also ? You look rugged, rough, rude outside.. I want my papa to be a hero not villain”

She and Richa can see him hiding his tears.. he kisses her on cheeks and says “beti.. you are like my ganga matha.. all the sins I commit will be washed away when I am with you dear.. I am what I am.. It doesn’t change overnight. I am always a hero to you darling”..  Wiping his tears, Sheethal concludes “haa.. papa.. you are always my hero.. number one papa in this world.. chalo.. lets go and eat hot”, she gets up from his lap.  Getting up he says “thank god, because of you I can eat your mom’s food today”..

Setting up the dining table, Jyothi says

“haa.. you like to eat outside.. you always like outside food”

“mom, if you prepare HOT fresh food every day, why would papa eat outside”

“true beti.. why would I eat outside ? I used to like and enjoy mom’s food when we were newly married”



“uncle.. its common for anyone to get bored eating same food.. eating outside food, foreign fast food once a while is not wrong”

“oh really ? thank you Richa beti.. atleast you are supporting me”

“but uncle.. check your health regularly.. outside food will spoil your health”

“haa.. haa.. I know I know”

“papa.. atleast these few days when we are here, eat mom’s food.. please..”

“hmmm.. ok, I will try but she needs to spice up a bit”

“uncle.. don’t worry, we will teach Jo aunty on few things.. “

They are happily chatting and enjoying the food.



Sheethal has a doubt that her papa may be seeking pleasure outside as she heard the servants talking about this point long back, as per them he is like this since many many years. She never asked him about this, no man is flawless, no man is perfect.. he may be a perfect papa.. but definitely not a perfect husband !!! and mom wont care about that fact.

After finishing dinner, again Jyothi goes to kitchen to clean the utensils.. Sheethal goes to Kitchen and brings her mom to living room and makes her sit besides papa

“mom.. we have crores of rupees and tens of servants.. why should we do all these household chores?”

Jyothi kept mum..

Richa holding Jo aunties hands , says “aunty.. preparing food for your family is not a sin, but why this cleaning ?”



Sheethal knows the answer but wants to change that “Richa.. getting maids from middle class and upper middle class society is proving tough as the youth are migrating to cities. Few years back one low class male servant saw mom from back and made a vulgar joke to his friend which papa heard and also had the courage to take mom’s nude picture when she is changing her cloths.. next day that man is found dead in the river !!!  



Just before I went to USA, one such boy entered my room when I was not there, he sniffed my under garments secretly, he doesn’t know there are secret cctv cameras and next hour he is rolled over by a speeding truck.. Richa, I am not judging anyone, but some times when you see something that you never even dreamt off even in wildest dreams, you seem to fulfill your fantasy .. 

it’s a human nature.. a low class boy watching me live is like watching his favorite Bollywood heroine, so sniffing my undergarments or peeping through bathroom hole or watching voluptuous MILF from back .. such wild desires make them forget from where they came.. sometimes you cant fight with the society.. that’s why I never felt pity on such servants..”
 

Richa is stunned… there is a logic in her thinking but still taking law into your hands ?

Jyothi says “I am doing all these chores to make me busy.. I like what I  do.. doing chores is not lowering your stature”

Richa hugging Jo aunty says “no Jo aunty.. its not demeaning yourself and we all do in western countries.. point is to spend that time with your husband, daughter… that’s the only point”

“I have an idea to escape all these things.. shall we all go out on vacation ?”

Every one likes Sheethal’s idea. “beti.. I also need some rest from these hectic activities.. stay away from these issues for few days.. go ahead and plan.. for 10 days..lets go to South India.. we never explored that side”

Sheethal jumps in joy and hugs him tightly “papa.. you are so cool.. yes, it’s a relief for mom also.. we shall plan.. don’t worry”

Richa is happy with this idea of vacation as it gives her opportunity to explore various parts of India

However one thing is not clear to her.. if household chores are taken care by Jo aunty, why there are so many servants? What they are doing ?

She will get some answer to that next day morning..

They all retire to their respective rooms..

Sheethal came to Richa’s room to check if every thing is fine with her.. how can “everything” be fine, aching muscles, tired body, long flights and weird, strange place and incidents.. Richa pulled her dearest friend on to her..


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Just superb and blockbuster update. Eagerly waiting for the entry of  Narsingh to this fortified Palace and also have intense curiosity of how it will be possible for Narsingh to seduce these conservative and strictly faithful mom and daughter.

Outstanding and fascinating update.

Awesome and amazing update. Beautiful build up.

Great going. This kind of theme is extremely hot and erotic when a conservative,religious,elegant and strictly faithful loving wife and mom of an ultra rich and aristocratic family is seduced and fucked by a low class ugly old man and finally they become the personal whores of this ugly old bustard.

Beautiful story with wonderful writing ✍️

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After making her friend Richa comfortable and happy, Sheethal came to her room, on the way she noticed papa and mom sleeping in separate room. She knows after the kids grow up, parents don’t sleep together, but when kids leave the house for studies or get married, its common for them to sleep together again, after all papa looks young and fit, there is no need for him to treat mom like this. This needs to be fixed before I leave to USA, she decides

Sheethal thought about travel plans for the vacation, she heard Mysore, Ooty hill station stretch is a great place to spend vacation time. She heard about a beautiful guest house near Ooty, she pinged her didi Roopa.  Sheethal’s mother, Roopa’s mother are cousin sisters

“didi.. how are you?” , Sheethal texted Roopa

“hey Sheethal.. how are you?”

After initial greetings, Sheethal come to the actual point

 


“didi.. we are planning for a vacation to Ooty, we need your guest house for 10 days”

There was a pause for a while

“Roopa didi, are you there?”

This has happened 3 months after Roopa, Mandakini came back from vacation and what has happened in the guest house is still fresh in her mind

“Sheethal, are you going alone ? I don’t recommend it”

“No didi, our entire family and my dearest friend Richa from USA.. all of us are going”

Again some pause..

“Still.. I don’t recommend it”

“why didi ? any issues ?”

Roopa cooked up some story and told her facilities are not good..

She texts Mandakini


“didi.. how are you?” , Sheethal texted Mandakini

“hey Sheethal.. how are you?”

After initial greetings, Sheethal come to the actual point

“didi.. we are planning for a vacation to Ooty, we need your guest house for 10 days”

There was a pause for a while

“Mandakini didi, are you there?”

“Sheethal, are you going alone ? I don’t recommend it”

“No didi, our entire family and my dearest friend Richa from USA.. all of us are going”

Again some pause..

 

“Still.. I don’t recommend it”

“why didi ? any issues ?”

Mandakini cooked up some story and told her facilities are not good..

“ok didi.. take care.. I heard you are carrying”

“haa Sheethal..  3rd month..”

“ok didi.. before I leave to USA I will meet you”

“Both our families should meet”

“Sure didi.. good night”

“Good night”

Sheethal books a nearby hotel suit room as both the sisters said bad things about the guest house

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Richa gets a good night of sleep after an hour of passionate love session with Sheethal. Richa likes this massive palace and the royal treatment she is receiving, more over both uncle, aunty are so nice to her

She woke up and rolled up the curtain blinds on other side of the room to get some sun light. There she can see the back yard and already its buzzing with activity. Richa is curious to see what’s happening there so early in the morning. Her curiosity heightened as she saw Veer uncle and an angry young maid type girl streaming into the back yard



Under the cover of darkness, the maid made her way to the Veer's palace. She was let in by the guards who recognized her and she found her way through the maze of corridors and rooms, through to the back yard. There, under the mango trees, near the cowsheds, sat the Veer, surrounded by a few of his cronies, smoking a hookah.

The animated conversation fell to a hush as the men saw the maid make her way towards them. She stood there, looking at Veer, her chest heaving from the exertion of her walk and the tension of the moment. By the light of the lamps, her curves were accentuated and her tight choli  showed her breasts to her advantage. Her ghagra   with its mirror work glinted by the light of the lamps. Those dark angry eyes flashed at him, and it took   Veer a while to realize he was looking at his prospective next meal and not just any woman for him to lust after.

He signaled his men to leave them alone.

"What have you come for now?" he asked, thinking that she might possibly want to apologize for her rude behavior few days back for asking her to come to his guest house for a night.

"I have come here to tell you that having a mustache as large as yours does not guarantee the masculinity of your clan. So you should watch it before you talk about our womanhood," she said with a taunting smile.

The woman he had chosen to be his next bird looked bewitching with that saucy, taunting smile. The warm glow of lamps, the hide and seek of shadow and light, just made her seem all the more haunting. The challenge was not only in her words but also in her body language. He felt aroused and his male chauvinist instinct was to respond with a demonstration of his manhood.

He covered up his loss of control with a show of anger. He got up from the low slung cot made of rope, and strode forward towards the young hot maid, his arm outstretched as if to strike her across the face.



For the first time, she took note of his tall stride, his muscular arms, his broad shoulders and sinewy body as the man overshadowed her. She felt panic inside her, but was not about to show it and continued to play her game of nerves.

"Violence? Is that what you use to hide your impotence?" she asked laughingly, knowing the relaxed smile on her face would infuriate him.


He grabbed her throat and pushed her back till she her back came up against the trunk of the mango tree. As he touched her, he was taken aback by the softness of her skin. His grip on her throat relaxed from a stranglehold to an open hand just pushing her back. Something about his animal vigor in that shove struck a chord in her. She noticed the strong hands with rough calloused fingers. She allowed herself to be pushed back, bracing herself for a fall and then she came to rest against the tree trunk with a hard whack.

Watching all this from her window, Richa is thinking its like a old Bollywood movie.. Village land lord asking a beautiful young girl to sleep with him, she refusing that and bravely challenging the landlord, only to be curbed down and his ego, sex hunger taken care unwillingly by the young girl and finally the girl ending her life. Lets what’s in store here even though the girl seems adamant and brave

They were now in the shade of the tree and away from the circle of light and the seating area where the Veer had sat with his hookah. As their eyes grew accustomed to the lesser lighting, both the man and the maiden took in each other with their eyes. The lighting here was pale with the glow from the lamps reaching only partly, and the tube light from the pump house providing another ray of faint glow.

And yet, her eyes sparkled. She knew she had him where she wanted him. Veer's hand completely relaxed as he realized what the girl was up to. He was now touching her on her neck, just above her bosom and his thumb ran over her chin.

"I wish I could ask you to demonstrate your womanhood in identical fashion," he muttered.

Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to move his hand from her body, but she merely ended up captivated with the strength of his body. "Maybe you will not ask me to demonstrate my womanhood because you would then be exposed totally," she said spontaneously, and instantly regretted what she said. She knew that you could go only so far with a powerful , vicious landlord without arousing the worst ire in him.

And she was right. Blinded with rage, Veer gripped the top of her choli  and pulled down and in one swift ripping motion the front of her blouse tore, and hung down, held only by the strong band of cloth that went around the lower border of the blouse. Her breasts, brown, young, firm and proud, stood there bathed in the pale light fully exposed, heaving up and down from the anger she felt.



She reached with her left hand to slap him but Veer was too quick for her and fended her off. The young bold village maid lunged lower and grabbed at his crotch and was successful this time, getting a full hand of his semi aroused cock. It had been that way ever since she walked up to his charpoy. Now she knew more about his manhood than she wanted to know. In seconds, Veer's cock filled with blood and he had a full blown erection. It was years since he had been grabbed so authoritatively by a young woman and his body was instantaneous in its response to the stimulus.

The situation was erotic. His cock was in the grip of a young woman, whose breasts were exposed and heaving and he and she were both under the low branches of a mango tree, outside the circle of direct light, even though they could very well be spotted by anyone looking on (they don’t know Richa is watching them). Her grip relaxed and immediately the cock swelled to its largest ever dimensions in recent times. As she felt it fill out more, she instinctively closed in on it again. It had the effect of pumping the cock. Veer groaned and involuntarily pumped his hips as the fist provided him with relief.

 

The girl stared down at her hand. She had in her grip a handful of the Veer's garment and in it was wrapped an obscenely large cock. Her pussy juiced up even as she realized the enormity of the situation she had let herself in for. She let of the cock and rested back on the trunk of the tree, both hands behind her, gripping the trunk. The hands behind her back only served to thrust out her proud and heaving breasts some more.

She looked into the Veer's face who looked right back. And then his eyes wandered down to the breasts, succulent and topped by magnificent nipples. All bathed in pales shades for the lack of full lighting. Her eyes flickered, her throat dried up and her lips parted ever so slightly. She didn't move; she didn't dare to move.

Veer's hands came up to gently rest on the breasts, cupping them lightly, as if weighing the precious booty. She gasped, her body shivered and she gripped the trunk of the tree behind her ever more tightly. Her chest was now thrust out and up, and her awareness and control of the situation melted away.

 

The rough, coarse hands of  Veer held the breasts and the thumbs flicked the nipples. "So this is the woman who refused to sleep with me," he whispered.

She nodded. Then, realizing that he was taking the original discussion further, she let her hand drop back to his dhoti. Her hand found a way in and she touched the bare skin of his thigh. Navigating from there she felt around for that monster of a cock. From her position her hand could not claim it. She shifted the position of her wrist; with the palm facing upward she was able to take the shaft in her hand the way she would hold a bat. Her fingertips touched his balls and the palm of her hand had the trunk of his cock. The head touched her wrist.

"And this is the specimen of manhood your clan has to offer," she whispered in reply. She ran her thumb along the length of the cock, back to front, and then she encountered wetness, followed by the head. As her thumb rounded the head of his cock, Veer shuddered. His hands gripped the breasts firmly in his hands as a reflex action. The pinching effect on her nipples hurt her and she winced, but bolts of pain felt so pleasurable!

She gripped his cock and masturbated him, stroking forward and back, gently but firmly. Veer kneaded the breasts and soon his hands ran down the sides of her body and he was stroking the roll of flesh at her bare hips. She shifted from one foot to another as she felt her pussy start to flow.

"Babuji!" she whispered her first acknowledgement that day of his authority as she referred to him as he would like her to call him as her father-in-law.

Veer leaned over her, his head hunched over her head as his hips jerked and pumped as the fisting caused ripples of sensations through this body. He slowly lifted up the skirts and bunched them in his hands, pulling up more and more, baring her strong legs. His hands went under and cupped her ass. She was wearing nothing under her skirts and with both hands he gripped her ass, lightly lifting her, testing her weight to see if he could lift her completely.



Richa’s tension is growing watching the intense scene between arrogant, proud, young girl and powerful, rude, landlord. Suddenly she felt a warm hand touch on her shoulder, she shivered and turned back to see Jo aunty behind. Before Richa could turn down the blinds, Jyothi saw whats happening in the back yard

She held Sheethal’s hands and said in a low voice “few things should be forgotten beti.. you haven’t watched anything. You came here to enjoy your vacation, don’t think about whats happening here”

There is a pulpable shake in her voice which the young Richa noticed and kept mum. Jyothi asked her to get ready for breakfast

As Jo aunty is going back, Richa felt bad about aunty, she wanted to open the blinds again and see what the vicious, rough uncle will do the tender body of young village girl.. brave the desi young girl is.. not so the videshi young girl is and decided not to open the curtain

Richa felt bad for such a beautiful pious aunty being ignored by the not so nice uncle. Jo aunty must be trying to control her desires.. is this how Indian married ladies show blind respect to their hubbies ?



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Even though Richa closed her window and went to bathroom to freshen up, there is another pair of eyes watching what the power landlord is doing with a brave, beautiful young maid.

 

The arrogant maid rested back on the trunk and made it easier by bending her knees. Instinctively, this young woman who had no previous sexual experience worth mentioning lifted her legs.

She pulled at his garment, undoing it to the point his cock was bare and exposed. Veer lifted her level up to where his cock was nosing at her pussy. The wetness between them was obvious as cock and cunt kissed. The maid held on to her Babuji's shoulders to hoist herself. Veer maneuvered his hips to try and snag his cockhead in her crotch.

And as the manhood that she had so challenged touched her, the maid knew that she was going to be torn asunder by the monster. She grunted and squealed as she tried to spread herself more. The cockhead nosed apart the wet but inexperienced cunt. Veer's strong hands held her in his grip. He brought her over the cock and wiggled her. It had the effect of smearing her cunt on his cock head. But he held her there, like a threat. He was unsure of what to do next.

Through the haze of intense excitement, she too realized that this was the father of the man she was to marry. She could not fuck him. At least, she ought not to.

"Babuji?" she asked.

"What shall we do beti?" he asked, addressing her in the fashion a man would address his daughter-in-law

"Let go of me!" she whispered, as she hoisted herself up further, and with wet lips spoke into his ear.

"And your challenge?" he asked.

"I have been answered, I think," she replied, "and have also shown you how womanly I am."



"What kind of man and woman could control themselves in this situation?" he asked her, his head bending to lip her nipples. He brushed his proud moustache against her skin and lips ran over the sweet, fruit-like offerings.

"A father-in-law and a daughter-in-law?" she asked, reaching between them and painting her furrow with the dripping wet cock.

"So you are accepting my offer to join me in the guest house for a night?" he asked, tasting the salt of the day's sweat on her breasts. He continued licking at her and tonguing her nipples. Those breasts felt so full, so ripe and so tasty!

She looked down at the man devouring her and felt shots of electricity race to her cunt from her nipples. The question of spending night with him lay unresolved.

The maid reached up for the lower branches of the mango tree and pulled herself up. Veer felt his large powerful hands lose control of her as her weight rose off him. She hovered over his cock now, completely in charge of her own body, ready to resolve the issue of her marriage by conquering him.

The new raised position of her body allowed him to suck in more of her breasts and she was wet now with his saliva. His fingers, free from holding up her weight, pulled at her cunt lips from either direction. The moment the maid felt the cockhead at her gateway, she let her body down and impaled the waiting monstrosity that his cock was.

It was a brave thing to do, for a virgin cunt to slam down on such a weapon of a cock. But ignorance is bliss and the deed was done. The pain was unbearable as her cunt seared open to the hot cock plunging up. Her weight carried her on and she could not stop herself. The cunt sank fully and he was up in her womb, twitching and pulsating before she could even register the fuck.

Veer howled with pleasure as he felt the velvet sleeve of the virgin cunt grip his cock. Sensations ripped through his being and he briefly felt her hymen resist even as he tore into her. Now more of her weight transferred to his hands and he held her as she quivered and shuddered on her crucifix. The insides of her thighs tensed to an unbearable point of pain in reflex. She let her body settle and relax, shivering and shuddering.

As she whimpered he held her steady, knowing she must be in pain. Her virginity was torn apart in brutal fashion. She clung to him. Tears welled up in her eyes and as the sensations gave way to pleasure, she actually wanted to feel all of that again. It seemed impossible, why would anyone want to feel that brutal pain and stretching again? But nature took over and her instincts made her want more. 

Once again, her weight transferred to her hands and his hands were freer now to manipulate her body again. Veer ripped off what was left of her blouse and let it drop to the bed of leaves below.

As she lifted herself up, her body stretched out magnificently. He saw the ripple of well toned arms as her hands stretched upward. The arms led to the round of her shoulders. Her muscles were taut with the stress of lifting up her body and flowed into her breasts which were stretched and pouting upward as her body was one long stretch of flesh from torso to fingertips.

Light played games on the curves, the hills and valleys of her breasts, shoulder, stomach and thighs. Her body glistened and Veer marveled at the woman's young taut and flexible body.



She sank down on his cock for the second time, this time with more assurance and she felt a surge of fluid flow out of her. Veer felt his own pubic hair soak and the fluid race down his balls and thighs. It could have been blood or it could have been her juices. He did not have any way of knowing and he did not care.

His hands cupped her ass and gratefully accepted her weight, while her flesh opened out fully once again and settled down around his aching cock.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she hissed as her cunt distended and filled up to the neck of her womb. She laughed and threw her head back, her eyes closed, savouring the massaging of flesh on flesh.

Now she lifted and dropped herself again. And again, and again. "Take that, Babuji! Take that you animal! Take that!" she repeated over and over again with every thrust and parry of her body down on his waiting cock.

As she lifted and dropped herself, the branches of the mango tree sagged and bowed. Her thrusts were met by the rustle of leaves as she humped him. The branches shook and the leaves told their own tale with every thrust down of Veer's daughter-in-law down on her father-in-law's cock.

Veer gave himself up to the intense pleasure of being sheathed by a tight virgin cunt. His cock was broad and head round and was well gripped by most of the pussies he had encountered. But this was a near-first and the tightness was maddening.

He gripped her ass cheeks and decided that he must drive the pleasure process for a few thrusts. He lifted her up, higher, aided by her own efforts, and when she least expected it, let her down with no support on her way down. The thrusting of the cock into her cunt was more powerful than ever and the maid started to sob in pleasure.

Her back was raw from the abrasions from the tree trunk. Her thighs aching from the impossibly wide stretch. Her muscles were sore from the sudden and brutal exercise. But her cunt wanted more. And more she took. And gave.

The fucking became more and more violent as each tried to undo the other. Soon the grunts and cries, and the rustling of leaves was joined by the thumping sound of mangoes hitting the ground. Young mangoes were being dislodged by the vigorous shaking of branches and the fruit were landing on the bed of leaves below with thumps.

The wild couple tried to slow down their tempo and bring some rhythm to try save the mangoes, and more importantly, to avoid attracting attention. But the sexual chemistry was too violent to tame.

And soon they had attention.

"Who is that stealing our mangoes?" called out Veer's wife Jyothi

Both of them froze. The maid let go of the branches and put her arms around Veer's shoulders and hoisted herself on, but in the process she was almost entirely off his cock. Her legs were no longer spread out as she had managed before. There fore she clung on to his shoulder and tried to avoid slipping down on his cock. She was sure she would be torn apart if she did not spread herself out and she didn't want to risk that.

She tried to let her legs down but Veer would have none of it. He gripped her thighs hard and kept her around his hips. There was a struggle of him wanting to plunge back into her hut throbbing pussy and she wanting to avoid getting plundered open.

 

As she tried to keep off and he tried to thrust up into her, he looked towards the house only to see his wife peering towards the mango tree. He walked with girl wrapped around him away from the house, beyond the mango tree, towards the cowshed at the back. With each step was a shuffle of feet and leaves gave away his movements. With each step was the bouncing of her body and the cunt nosed, rode, or sank, to varying extents at varying times on his bobbing cock.

The wife walked towards the mango trees, "Who is there?"

"Haaaah!" came a low scream from the maid as in one his steps Veer speared her fully. He felt good when he sank in fully, for he could hardly bear the waiting. For the next few steps he was nestled in her and the progress to the shed was slower. But it was more pleasurable as they jiggled and fucked with every move. The maid's eyes were on the moving form of her mother-in-law and she quickly whispered to her Babuji, "Take us away quickly, we will fuck later, elsewhere. Stop now!"

The urgency in her voice was not lost on Veer, he lifted her off his cock and staggered towards the cowshed. As soon as they were in, he rested his aching arms by letting her lean on a buffalo. The maid let her arms rest and spread herself back on the buffalo, her ass still in Veer's hands. Immediately,  Veer fucked her hard and fast giving himself relief from the build up caused by the interruption at the mango grove.

The squelching sounds and the whimpering from the fucking filled the shed and the buffalo shuffled its feet under the powerful thrusts from Veer. The maid grabbed Veer's shoulders as she lost balance. Once again she was wrapped around his hips fucking him hard.

Nothing, it seemed nothing, could hold them back from fucking. They just had to try to tame one another and intense lust had gripped them.

Now they heard footsteps outside the cowshed. There was only one way for Veer to prevent his wife from entering the shed. He carried the maid to the door of the shed so that she leaned on the door, making it difficult, if not impossible for anyone to push it in and enter.

It also allowed him to continue to fucking her, for he felt he would go mad if the thrusting were to stop. He just had to have that hot, wet, bubbling cunt ride him. Now, as he thrust, the thump of her body against the metal door became the drumbeat of their lust. Their fucking tapped its rhythm on the metal. The maid's fingers were over the top of the door as she reached up and behind to steady herself.



"Veer! You animal!" she hissed.

"You whore!" he snarled at her, fucking her up twice harder for good measure.

"Who is that?" came up a voice from real close.

"It's me! Go away from here!" replied the Veer gruffly.

Jyothi recognized the voice of the man who no one dared defy and stopped short. Those fingers which she spotted on the top of the door were not a man's. The feet which she could see at the foot of the door were pointing towards the door and were here husband's.

The door itself was bending as if pressure were being applied on it and with each bend, came a thump. The thumps came in a rhythm she had once been accustomed to, though not lately, leaving her in no doubt as to what was going on. What she did not, and could not know, was who.

But that was not such a big matter for she knew her husband fucked at will. Discreet, and resigned over the years to the ways of his feudal lordship she moved off, and maintained a watch from afar.

As the footsteps receded, both Veer and the maid needed to rest their limbs and he allowed her to slide down, all along the metal door. Her descending body yanked his cock downwards till it eventually slid out, and sprang up when released, smearing itself on her belly. Then as she slid further, it nestled against her breasts. Veer held her by her armpits, luxuriating in the warmth of the valley of her breasts. And then her face was in his groin.

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The time is almost 10 AM and Veer didn’t see his daughter Sheethal come down for breakfast while he can see Richa who for some reason is silent and aloof and is with Jyothi in the kitchen avoiding him



Veer went upstairs  to Sheethal’s room, he found her still sleeping, as he knocked the door, Sheethal woke up and looked back to smile at papa.. She nodded at him to come in.. As he came and sat on the edge of the bed next to her, she pulled him onto her and kissed good morning on his cheeks and asked “papa.. why these formalities.. do you need to knock the door to come to my room ? also why are you hesitating to greet me with a good morning kiss ?”

Veer still feeling uncomfortable laid on the bed next to her and said “beti.. you are not a kid any more and you are grown up and its not appropriate for a father to hug, kiss grown up daughter any more”, while saying so she noticed a shiver in his voice. Sheethal got angry and got up and sat on his big stomach and said “papa.. I am still a kid to you.. every daughter is always a kid to her father even though she is grown up and married.. why are you thinking like this ? something has changed, before I left to USA you are not like this.. tell me papa.. did I make any mistake ?”

The innocence, cuteness in her face melted him.. he tried to be normal like an year ago and pulled up his phone and shown few good morning pics he received from Sheethal today and yesterday

 



“Sheethal.. why are you like this? These are very much inappropriate and bold. I don’t want my sweet, cute, innocent daughter to be seen like this”

Sheethal knew papa will raise this topic.. with a smiling face, she leaned forward on him and resting her face on his vast chest replied “papa.. I am doing modelling as a part time job, its common in USA to do some part time job to cover expenses”.  Veer lifting her chin up , asked “beti.. part time job ? we have more than 100 crore rupees, why do you need to do such chillar jobs that too exposing your body?”

Sheethal understood , issue is not about doing a job, issue is about exposing the body. But she wanted to hear that from her father.. “papa.. in USA its common to be brave , even for girls.. its all done professionally, they all give respect to models.. its not like India”.  His thoughts are on all the foreign models he enjoyed with and that’s why he is never comfortable her daughter to get into that mess.. every thing starts professionally only.. later things will change.. why to take risk

Rubbing her tender cheeks with his fingers, he says “Sheethal.. its papa’s request.. stop doing such photo shoots.. take up another passion.. look at Richa’s pics.. so much homely and cute.. all girls should be like her.. god has sent beautiful girls to the earth for being nice and gentle and share her love, kindness to her family.. not outsiders”



Sheethal can understand , being from such a feudalistic society, papa cant think beyond this.. for him , women are kids producing machines.. every girl should stop studying after certain age, get married to a waste fellow, quench his desires and burry all your feelings, aspirations and limit yourself to kitchen and produce babies, make the husband and family happy.. that’s all..



Girls cant go out and explore her passions.. girls cant expose her beauty and show to world what she has.. girls have to be royal and always be with a single man.. girls cant ask questions.. they cant raise their voice.. or else they will end up dead in the river or on train track..

Being beautiful is a sin ? being elegant is wrong ? if a normal girl in this backward district is being portrayed like that, then there is some justification.. but being in an advanced society like USA, still girls cant express themselves ?

Lot of questions in her mind.. she loves her body.. she loves her family too.. cant both loves co-exist?

“papa.. this is a very serious subject.. one thing I guarantee you, I will never do anything that will bring bad name to you.. trust me.. I am still  single.. I am still virgin.. Just because I am in USA , don’t think I am like other models.. I don’t know why you don’t like models.. anyway, I will stop this profession. I am giving you promise.. I love myself, I love to explore myself, I love being, looking beautiful, brave, bold. Papa, don’t compare me with Richa.. each is on her own.. Again, let me be myself, I wont bring any bad name to you.”

Veer sees she is trying to hold her tears.. he looks into her eyes and says “beti.. I don’t want you suppress your passions, desires. Be brave and beautiful. But don’t get into modelling profession, it’s a dirty  world, looks like a beautiful mirror house from outside as its glamorous. I  want you to be independent and explore your self, that’s why I sent you to USA.. anyway get ready.. its late already”

Sheethal gets up and picks up towel and goes to bathroom.

Veer is still waiting in the room still thinking about how he treated the sexy bold adult movie stars from USA , fucking them mercilessly and treating them like animals not giving any respect to them



After a while Sheethal comes out, surprised to see papa still there.  While drying up her hair, she says “papa.. I want to clarify this to you.. being bold is not a sin and looking cute and traditional doesn’t guarantee you anything .. Richa looks like a girl next door, but do you know she is a virgin ? I am not demeaning her character, its her choice. I may look bold and brave, but I can tell you I am still a virgin.. so looks are deceptive. I like to be what I am and same is with Richa.. we both love you papa.. we are girls.. want to be pampered, loved by our family, that’s why we came here on vacation.. this paternal love is what I missed in last one year”

Veer is not a perfect man.. but definitely he is a perfect family man !!!


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Buddy the forced love making episodes of Veer is not exciting and erotic. We want Narsingh begin to seduce Veer's conservative,faithful and pious wife, daughter and Richa.

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Sheethal

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Richa

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Jo after guest house episode ?

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Vennela

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Let’s dwell into Narsingh’s life after the hot rich proud married women Roopa, Mandakini left the guesthouse after their vacation

Life is not same now for the 70 year old watch man. He is unable to forget those beautiful moments, never ever thought he could see such beautiful married voluptuous women from such close distance, forget about even touching them. From such state to ordering them to kneel in front of him .. with their husbands relaxing in opposite room.. to suck and get his never satisfied dick to stand up.. how was it even possible ? it all looks like a dream to him

He can’t believe his luck that such hot chicks fell for his charm.  What did they like in such a ugly looking old watch man like me? They are from royal family with rich, influential husbands and father, yet they stooped so low to suck my dirty smelling yet long, thick cock? Its beyond my imagination, he thought



Whenever he goes behind the kitchen backyard, he still sees Roopa mesaab still there lurking behind the wall seducing him.. this is where he seduced her first time while fixing the broken switch board.. the accidental fall from ladder with his semi erect dick pushing directly into her wide open mouth stuck in shock and awe, after tasting the rather salty dirty thick cock, she seemed to have liked that taste and that’s the beginning of a week long love making sessions in carefully chosen hiding spots in the vast forest.

Mandakini madam is somewhat easy to fall for him with Lakshmi helping her plant seeds of motherhood in her mind.. the oozing pussy juices even before inserting his cock in her cute looking wobbly pussy was  a testament to how much she liked him to lay the foundation for a long fruitful motherhood..



With all these thoughts, it took him a week to completely become normal… normal he is.. but completely lost the hunger for sex.. who will want to the grass after tasty biryani? Lakshmi tried to seduce him many times. He was not interested at all. But a player like him needed some practice to the keep the game skills in tact. So routinely made sex with Lakshmi.



Narsingh got many opportunities to fuck many ladies in the village and also some beautiful B grade adult movie stars when they came for shooting in the woods.. he is choosy now, never wanted to dip his cock in any dirty pond. Its not that he lost all his cravings for sex, he has several fantasies still unfulfilled, so he is waiting patiently for his prey

One day Vennela brought her friend Fathima whom she met in the tribal trade fair. Narsingh is not the type to talk much. That too with ladies. Vennela told her father few things and she left.



Narsingh would never use guesthouse for his private work. All guests must be cleared by the badaa saab. So he took Fathima  to his hut.

Long story short… Fathima is from a poor orthodox family, stopped education midway and was married to a rich d u b a i  sh.. ake

It’s a common practice to get younger daughters married off in exchange of huge sum.. so the young girl was taken by her husband to d u b a i…  after marriage she found out the rich old man has issues with his libido, he already has several such wives and he had fantasy to make love to young girls, even that didn’t work well.. all he could last was couple of minutes and the orthodox society never allowed her to look at any other man beyond her husband

She somehow wanted to escape from the shackles of suppressive sh.. ake but it’s very risky for her life. However she could convince her aged husband to go to India for a brief vacation.  Here in India she is desperately looking for a special man to satisfy her biological needs discreetly.




Narsingh is not interested in her sob story, but while having sex with her realized how much sex hungry she was, he never thought such an orthodox  wife can be so good in bed.. all the suppression, oppression made her to erupt her feminine juices which he noticed are genuine, not fake.. the moans are for real.. the love bites are genuine.. the hunger for wild sex is true.. the desires, the passion, the stamina are clearly visible, he never thought such type of girls would even touch man’s cock with tongue.. mostly sex for them is lower her kurthi and close her eyes and get fucked in missionary.

But the way she has taken his dirty cock into her rather small but warm mouth and sucked all she could grab (without touching with teeth) has reminded him of the rich hot ladies that he enjoyed with recently. Fathima is a sex machine, he realized to his surprise. Even wanting and drinking his hot load of semen? shittt.. this is beyond his imagination and this had ignited and brought his wild, recently suppressed desires to the forefront and put his junior to good use. After a long time!!!

A wild fantasy is fulfilled..  the bird has left fully satisfied next day morning.. leaving behind the need and desire for the old man to search for the right women to take care of his unfulfilled fantasies.. which are not many but are very important nonetheless ..  for a 70 year old man, it doesn’t matter how many different pussies or how many times he fucked.. what matters at this age before breathing  his last breath is ticking as many boxes as possible.. some of the boxes are..

Suppressed orthodox married women

Virgin pussy (rare to find one these days)

Videshi girls born to white cocks

Sexy high class models

Cheating wife in front of her husband

Let’s see how many boxes this 70 year old watch man will tick before he hangs up his boots !!!

Now going back Fathima’s episode ..

Narsingh was surprised as he knew this would happen as it did with most of his lovers, irrespective of where they came from. He knew if she felt stretched now, she would feel ruptured when he finally would fuck her. With that thought in mind, he continued to finger her, trying to get her used to even a thicker thing going inside her. But the way she is responding sportively is surprising to him

Lowering his head down, he sucked on her nipples and Fathima bucked and jumped as another strong orgasm hit her. This was the limit of orgasms she ever had in a single session but those weren’t as strong as these ones coming in from a old a r a b  sh ake

He licked her juices off his fingers after he was done and relished them and watched her tremble from another mind blowing orgasm. She was ready he thought and got off the bed.

Fathima was still reeling from that orgasm and her struggling to regain her composure. She heard the bed creek and she somehow managed to open her eyes to see Narsingh walking to get some thing.  

She heard him shuffling through his bag and then heard it zip close. He turned around and she saw a condom in his hand. She shivered at the sight. At last it was happening. Something she so desperately tried to avoid. In spite of years of her husband’s impotence, she had maintained her fidelity and the sanctity of her marriage.

She was proud of not straying where as some of her friends had, intentionally or in the heat of the moment. She too thought this was just a spur of the moment thing and tried to calm her jittery nerves. She tried hard to get the thoughts of her husband, her marriage and everything else that was dear to her out of her head.

The naked old man with a monster cock pushed away any thoughts that came to her mind. The bed creaked as Narsingh crawled on it and soon his body was above hers. His lean frame completely enveloped her petite body.

Narsingh knew that she was completely under his control but he still couldn’t take things for granted. He gently kissed her, trying to make the kiss as passionate as he could so to wash away any last minute jitters she could have. He just didn’t want to ruin what he had finally came his way.

As his thick chocolate brown lips munched on hers, she slowly slid back into the erotic trance, waiting for her new found lover to take her to new highs of erotic pleasure. Narsingh was so engrossed in kissing this beautiful woman under him that he almost forgot the task at hand.

Somehow, with great effort, he managed to break apart from her loving embrace. He sat up between her legs, his cock pointing straight at her face. She too raised herself on her elbows to see and was mighty impressed with what she saw.

He tore open the cover with his tooth and picked out the condom. This is it, Fathima thought as she saw him place the condom on the tip of his cock. He stopped, looked at her and smiled.

“Why don’t you help me put it on.” He said.  In fact Narsingh never used condom until he encountered those two beautiful ladies. He wanted to fuck this orthodox sex starved lady without protection, so he quickly removed it

Pushing her back on the bed, he raised her legs and placed them on his thighs, giving him room to move further in between her legs. His thick cock brushed against her pussy lips making her shiver and moan. He continued his tease, rubbing up and down her slit.

Fathima had her eyes closed and sighed in pleasure. But just then she moaned and her eyes popped open. She sat back up and saw the tip of his cock had pushed inside her. A truly magnificent sight indeed; she had finally been taken by another man. She had crossed the threshold of the sanctity of her marriage. She had not followed the God’s word but had chosen the path of the devil.

  

She gasped and threw her head back as he pushed another inch inside her and each subsequent inch evoked the same reaction till just a minute later she thought he was all in. She felt so because he was way past till where her husband reached and felt stuffed like never before.

She opened her eyes and watched wide eyed in shock that he was only half way through. She was sure that if he moved any further, he would split her open and pull out her entrails. Narsingh too realised this was going to be the maximum he’d push inside her at least for the moment. He pulled out slowly and saw a thick coat of her juices sticking to his shaft. He then pushed back, albeit slowly just to make her used to his length and girth.


“Aaahh…Uhhh…Aaahhh….” Fathima moaned as he humped her. After taking a couple of minutes to set his pace and to make her used to him, he had picked up a notch. Her legs were on his shoulders which made him go a little deeper.

“Hmmpff…Huuhhh…Yeahhhh” He grunted as he ploughed into her soft, warm cunt.

Her eyes were closed, head thrown back; her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. She was experiencing pure bliss, a state of sexual nirvana. He pushed her legs behind his back and lowered down to clasp her engorged nipple between his lips.

Beads of sweat pooled on his head and trickled down as his body shook rapidly. She kissed the top of his bald head as a loving acknowledgement of the pleasure and the experience he was giving her. He slowed down just a little to move up and kiss her returning the gesture.

Narsingh slowed down just a bit to enjoy her wet mouth and the sloppy kiss. Their kisses were getting more and more passionate. From the reluctant kisser a while ago to a frantic kisser a few minutes ago, Fathima was now kissing him like he was a long lost lover she had finally found.

He pulled up to pick up pace and that gave Fathima a chance to perk her head up to see below. She bellowed a moan seeing his thick cock piston in and out of her.  

She was a married woman and was supposed to be faithful to just one man, her husband. But all that was irrelevant right now. Her husband was thousands of miles away  and she was here, in the arms of another man.

Narsingh for a second thought about changing positions. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her like a bitch which was almost instinctive to him. But every time that thought was quashed by just a glance at her.

Her beautiful face, her expressive eyes which winced and grimaced from each stroke. The straight nose which crinkled with the wince, its nostril flaring every time she inhaled sharply. The beautiful pink lips which always enticed him for a kiss, the small chin. The beautiful auburn hair. She was so feminine, so beautiful that all he wanted to do was look at her, kiss her and fuck her.

Narsingh started fucking her harder, a change from the steady pace that was set. A few hard strokes inside her triggered the long awaited orgasm. She started moaning louder than she did, her body started shaking and shivering more than it did. Looking at her getting close, he hammered into her as hard as he could.

“Aaahaaaaa…. Haaa…yeaaaaahhh…” Fathima screamed as the orgasm approached.



Seeing his shy, reluctant lover suddenly turn vocal turned him on a little too much, triggering his own orgasm. He bucked and moved faster and deeper. A few strokes and she was off the edge. She screamed as loud as she could before it turned into a whimper. She arched her back, her eyes turned as the orgasm hit her. She shivered and bucked like a possessed woman.

Seeing in her state, Narsingh couldn’t control himself. A few hard thrusts later, he too grunted loudly, emptying his nuts in her womb. He collapsed on her, heaving and panting while she too cooed and moaned from the aftershocks of the orgasm. He nuzzled her neck, placed soft kisses on her cheek and then finally looked at her after which another deep, passionate kiss followed.

Narsingh needed no further invitation. He sat up and simply flipped her over, giving another demonstration of the great strength that he possessed. He propped her up on her fours and in just a few short seconds, was humping her from behind.

Grabbing on to her fleshy ass and the gorgeous, curvy waist, Narsingh pounded away. He was fucking her faster, deeper and harder than the last time, trying to push her limits and to open her up with each thrust of his pelvis. The feel of her soft skin, her moist cunt was pure bliss. Her moans, grunts and whimpers were like a beautiful symphony.

He noticed the tiny gold waist chain on her. It was an anniversary gift her opulent husband had given her a year ago. She had worn it for this special vacation. It was just another thing intended for the one person and being enjoyed by another.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and started hammering her cunt. She wailed in pleasure; her eyes closed and her head pointing down at the bed. He pulled her up and hugged her from behind, not for a second changing the tempo of his stroking.

That tight embrace and the kisses on her neck were so welcome to her. She turned her head towards him and they kissed. She grabbed his head from behind pulling him for a deeper kiss. He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, pulling her erect nipples with is thick fingers.

That tingling feeling started growing her in stomach and she realized and orgasm was on its way. She was impaled on his cock and she could feel it slide inside her. She started shivering and screaming. Sensing her impending orgasm, Narsingh fucked her harder, making her screams reverberate through the dark room.

“Ohhhh…. Gawwwdddd….” She screamed from the orgasm.

“Yeah…yeahhh…scream like that” Narsingh moaned seeing her cum.

“Yeahhh…Aaaaahhhh…. Aaaaahhh…” Fathima moaned as she started feeling another orgasm build inside her.

It had been a solid twenty minutes since he was fucking her. He had not slowed down for even a second and maintained a steady rhythm. Fathima wasn’t used to this; she was used to being fucked for 2 minutes at most which her husband did on his best day and if he did pull that off, a second round was out of the question. 

But right now she had been fucked for a second time in a matter of hours and the session was tiringly long. Even though she was exhausted, she admired the old watch man’s stamina and hoped he’d continue ravishing her aching body longer.

The bed creaked violently and added to that, both of them screamed, moaned and grunted. She was sure that their loud love making would be giving his wife Lakshmi a sleepless night or perhaps encourage her to build up her own passion.

‘Phaat’ rang the loud slap through the room. Narsingh had just spanked her with his flat hand. The slap stung her and she moaned but did not stop him.

Encouraged, he spanked her again evoking another sharp moan from her. Her jiggling ass was so mesmerizing that he just couldn't stop himself. He slapped and slapped, increasing the force with each subsequent one and Fathima did nothing but moan louder and louder with each slap.

“You like that…huhhh…” He grunted.

“Hmmmmmm….” She whimpered.

“Say ittttt…” He yelled before slapping her ass really hard.

“Aaaaaahhhh…Yesssss…. Yesssss…I loveeee itttttt...Aaaaahh...” Fathima screamed acknowledging for the first time in words how much she was loving all this. Hearing her cum noisily, stirred his balls. He could feel the jizz rising inside his balls.

She was well on her way to be the obedient slut he wished her to be. Her loud moans were just an acceptance of the fact that he owned her at that moment. Fathima’s thoughts were clouded, all she could think of the unimaginable pleasure this man was giving her; something she had never witnessed, something she had so inertly craved all these years.

And with the last tight slap on her ass, she came. She wailed, her scream muffled by the pillow in which she had dug her face. Her hands clutched the bed sheet as tightly as they could. Her body shivered with the same intensity and fervor as it did for the first orgasm.

“Aaaaaahh…. Fuckkkkk…. Jaaaammmessss….” She screamed his name as the orgasm swept over her. She collapsed on the bed while Narsingh continued fucking her as hard, though he too was close to finishing.

Narsingh had held on valiantly for his woman but now watching her scream his name while her body shuddered, made his dam burst too. The urgency of his orgasm was so intense that he never had the chance to pull out.

“Aarrrrgghhhhhhh….” He groaned as he collapsed on her, burying his cock deep inside her. His seed gushed from his balls and straight into her waiting womb. Even though she was in a state of sexual nirvana, Fathima could clearly feel her pussy stretched and being filled up by his gushing jizz. Instead of feeling alarmed, she quietly resigned with a smile as she felt ropes after ropes of this thick cum spilling out of his cock and into her pussy.

His body covered her tiny, naked frame. He parted her sweat soaked hair and buried his head in her neck and kissed it as lovingly as he could, in stark contrast to the relentless and savage fucking he had just given her. Their wet bodies embraced each other as they stayed still and silent, only hearing each other’s thumping heart beats and heavy breaths. She cooed as she felt his limp cock stroking her spasming pussy.



Is this a dream? Fathima thought, hoping that if it was, it never ends. Narsingh too had a similar thought. He had never thought that he’d end up bedding this very shy, fiercely conservative woman. Her reluctance, her fear and her amazing body had drawn him to her.

He had fought her inhibitions, wrestled with her morals and broken down the walls of fidelity just to enjoy the bounties of her naked body. And by god had he enjoyed them.  

He slid off her and laid down on next to her. She slid in to his arms, resting her head on his chest. Her hands caressed his flat stomach, his rippled chest while his large hand slowly ran though her hair and caressed her smooth back.

Her eyes fixed on his glistening cock and she was tempted. She slid down popped his cock inside her mouth. As she sucked him, she tasted what was heady mix of their combined juices. She smiled to herself, making a note of how much she had changed in a matter of hours. What seemed impossible had just become a reality.

After sucking his dirty cock clean, she laid her head back on his chest. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was dawn. A hint of sun light was creeping inside the room, the birds were chirping and she realised that she had just pulled off an all-night romp with her new found lover, a 70 year old watch man.

She realized that his hand had stopped moving and looked up to him. He was deep asleep. She smiled knowing well he needed the much deserved rest after putting up a performance of a lifetime. She moved up to him and gently kissed his lips before embracing him tightly and drifting into a deep sleep

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What a fantastic and extremely erotic update it's! Just superb and blockbuster writing. Pakiza pink pusy and monster uncut black dick combination is extremely hot and exciting. Hope later Narsingh will be a watch man of an aristocratic and rich mu..s..lim family and he will seduce and fuck all the pakeeza female members of this family.

thank you Bimal

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Excellent and amazing update.

Really hot and exciting episode

Thank you guys

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Hot and spicy update

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