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Karan's poor health and other news were enough to break her back and return home. But Anu Sithara was a fighter — every moment for her was a fresh start. She knew there are no pearls to be found from the dark folds of life, except to make progress with her family.

"Why so unlucky baby — when I'm with you?" inquired Anu Sithara to boast Karan.

She spent the entire month in the care of her husband, putting this little house in order and in finding a reasonable job to get Karan out of this debt trap. But some mysterious force was still conspiring against her. Despite her good educational background, and intelligence, Anu Sithara couldn't find a single good job. Thrice in a month some good firms mysteriously backed off, after serving her a job offer letters. Equally, Anu Sithara failed in igniting a single spark in Karan's heart — in his balls.

A tiny apartment in a dirty neighborhood, a debt trap with no money, and Karan's aliment — life couldn't be any worse for this. Anu Sithara only found a minor job as a salesgirl in a big shopping mall, that too on a commission basis. But to her surprise, by the end of each day, one or other "mysterious" customers would walk to her and she would make a very good commission.

One rainy night after a very hectic day she returned home with her purse full of her first earnings, and her eyes with anew hopes.

But he was already there..!

His thundering voice was echoing all over her apartment block, and his voice had gathered a neighborly crowd at her door. For a moment Anu Sithara froze in fear. Her fear than boiled into anger and she stormed inside to rescue her hubby. But little she knew that anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.

"Give me my money or your sexy wife," the architect of chaos — Ayaan-bin-Haider, right inside her home was roaring on Karan. It was but not those lecherous threats that freeze Anu Sithara. What shocked her spirit... like the vibration of a bell was — the gutless surrender of her husband.

"You can keep this house, and my money...but your wife is mine." said Ayaan, with a wicked smile, licking his red lips.

Ayaan then looked at her with a pause like corked soda-water to fly towards her and then asked, "Deal guys...win-win?"

For Anu Sithara life was always a matter of waiting, but waiting for Karan's reply were most critical moments in her life. Part of her felt like she is waiting for something, which is never going to happen.

"I'm sorry Anu Sithara," said Karan after a long pause. His voice was as thin shrill voice, as the cry of an expiring mouse, and he started to leave the room.

"What Karan...?" cried Anu Sithara, in disbelief, "How can you leave me with this vulture to pay your debt?"

"Yes. Your hubby is surrendering your million-dollar body for me, bitch..." said Ayaan roughly pulling her in his brawny arms around her, "I will collect whatever he owes me. Whatever you own." His big palm scratching her bare midriff traveled down and firmly clutched her beautiful ass checks, right in front of her husband.

Karan stood there helpless ... as the blind, till vision blurred in his wet eyes, and he silently left the apartment.

Despite all of her shock and contempt, Anu Sithara felt her body acting Ayaan's arm just like butter acts in a frying pan. Ayaan's head bent over hers — Anu Sithara could feel the rush of his unsettled exhalations. The hairs on his marble chest were not flat and straight, but softly curling. She wanted to brush her nose and lips across them. She smelled of soap, male skin, clean earth, and meadow grass. Every breath of him made her feel warm in places that hadn't been warm in years.

Anu Sithara felt lost and confused, angry, and aroused. Just like a ball of tangled yarn. The parts that were untangled are available, useable; the rest was a mess, useless until it is untied. That mess feels endless and unyielding. She knew, soon she will be nothing but a storm-tossed ship on the immense tides of his lust unless she fractures his ego.

"No... I'm not a plaything that you can fuck," cried Anu Sithara, pushing him off, "you can't fuck me, you coward."

Ayaan watched her eyes fully open, posture square to her flames as if her anger can burn up his inner rage. He watched her as if his frustrations and anger were the fuel was burning in her.

"I will end myself, if you force anything on me, and you will regret your life if I mean anything to you," said Anu Sithara adjusting her saree. Though she had little doubts, if she means anything for him, but a sexy body.

"Fuck off bitch," retorted Ayaan and he punched in the wall, with a force and anger that he almost broke his fist.

Conspiring against her boiling lust, defying all her vulnerabilities, even risking Karan's fate, Anu Sithara again had walked out of her home. But she walked in pride. Again her vanity deprived her of fathoming that it's not virtues, but our choices — that shapes our destiny.

The moment she left the apartment, furious Ayaan hit back again and threw their stuff out of the apartment. In his rage, he dashed out all her belongings on the street. But Anu Sithara's resolve wasn't shaken yet. She always believed it's our choices, not the conditions that determine our destiny in life. She guarded her dignity again — but the conditions on the dark rainy street were much harder and riskier than she could expect.

Her wet saree — skimming every curve of her voluptuous body offered a good sneak-peek into her toned figure to bystander. As she wandered in her rage, her drool-worthy almost stopped the traffic on the street. One after another a big car would stop by her, considering her a prostitute. The prostitutes have their well-demarcated in civilized Western cities and soon those street whores came — to kick her off their 'slots'.

Anu Sithara's dad always used to profess her, "Life is short daughter — the time is fast. No rewind. So enjoy every moment as it comes." In her tears, Anu Sithara desperately wished to ask her dad, what she must enjoy at this moment. In her anger, she had left her purse behind. The money she earned after hard work. Her passport, ID cards, cell phone. All was left behind — even her husband.

Anu Sithara was still naively strong to rubbish those whores, without realizing life doesn't get easier or more forgiving, merely because we're stronger and more resilient. Soon all her courage and vanity vanished when she spotted a police car lingering over her. One of those protesting whores had gone and complained to police about the unregistered arrival of a new whore.

The human mind is swayed mostly by illusions, the reality only becomes clear when — there is no escape. The reality of the street was that police would arrest her for illegal prostitution. Anu Sithara started running as fast as she could to dodge the police. But suddenly she heard a familiar from behind.

"Anu Sithara... Anu Sithara... please stop...!" said a man behind her, "is it you, Anu Sithara?"

In surviving the biggest catastrophes of life, it's most likely to become a stranger to oneself. That's what Anu Sithara went through for a while, she felt like a stranger to herself. Who she is? Where is she running? From whom? For what?

"Stop Anu Sithara..." said the voice putting his hand on her round shoulder, "it's me, Anil."

Her boyfriend from ghostly past had walked here into darkness — a blessing in disguise. Anu Sithara had no feelings left for Anil, after his betrayal. However, a drowning person catches at a straw — even with a cynicism. So did Anu Sithara, as she clung to Anil.

They talk for long in a restaurant — those typical talks of broken. Anil made many good promises to her and assured he'll help her in getting a good job. Anu Sithara couldn't forgive Anil — nor did she trust his promises completely. Sometimes one has to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. One just has to choose which wrong choice feels the least wrong—Anu Sithara felt there can't be anything worse than going back to Karan, so she clung to Anil.

"Only friends... Ok," she made it clear, before entering his apartment.

The next morning when Anu Sithara reached the shopping mall, where she worked, but only to find that she is fired already. She never knew till this point that the store she is working is also owned by the fucking PRINCE. Karan was already her past — so she needed Anil's help. At least, until she gets her passport and little money to go back.

With a rosy promise of getting her hired Anil took her to a 7-star hotel, where he used to work. But to her great surprise, after an hour, Anil brought an appointment letter for her.

Hospitality Manager — $3000 monthly salary, with a lavish room in the hotel for her living|

Anu Sithara read and read the appointment letter, again and again — wondering how she can be so lucky. Life sometimes can be a blessing, that's what all she found to believe if that job offer was real.

 

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Anu Sithara joined her job—she at least had found a job and a place to live and time to figure out her life. But, that was until the few days, when Anil took her to meet with the chairman of the chain of hotels — the big boss.

"Saree is not allowed here..." said the big boss with a wicked smile that created a small dimple in his right cheek, "you got to look hotter in this job... SEXY...!"

Speechless as a stone, Anu Sithara watched the big boss — Ayaan-bin-Haider — was sitting behind the enormous oak desk, wearing all his filth and killer charms.

"Oh sure Sir..." replied Anil, "Anu Sithara will just pick up things. I'll buy her some office suits."

"GET LOST, asshole — you will get your promotion," roared Ayaan.

The silence with which Anil left the room was just a confirmation of the fact that all rivers run to the sea. He was merely a pimp of Ayaan — sent to "bring" her — the other way around.

"So you won't let me live. What you want to let me live?" inquired Anu Sithara in a resigned voice, but she stepped back defensively, as Ayaan rose and moved to her, from behind his desk.

"You...!" Ayaan replied, unbuttoning his silk shirt, "I want you. Your body, your lust, your will, your dreams. All are mine, and I want everything."

Their gazes locked. His eyes were dark, fierce, demanding. Looking at him was looking into the Sun. Anu Sithara lowered her glance— but she couldn't help stealing a covert peep at the exposed part of his torso. The flesh so firm and tanned it appeared to have been cast in bronze.

Ayaan was half-shadow, — every muscle on his torso flowing from the light into the dark. The sight was so intriguing- and intimate- that she felt her stomach tighten pleasurably.

Tossing his shirt away, he marched toward her and Anu Sithara couldn't help breathing in the sun-heated floral scent of him. A stunning urge seized her, to touch that brown-and-white borderline with her fingertip, trace a path across his body. Her greedy eyes remained fastened on that sleek, bare stomach, mesmerized by the rise and fall of each breath he took.

Don't look at him— bitch|

A voice in the back of Anu Sithara's mind told her she should look away. After all, he was the one who has smashed her life. He was the one continuously stealing all that she had — all she wanted.

But what a sight he was for her starved eyes as his six-packs pop, instantly giving off the impression that he came out of a Calvin Klein shoot.

"How far will you run away from your destiny, Anu Sithara...?" inquired Ayaan with a clear shade of protest in his voice, "Why... and for what?"

He towered over her— as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his utter maleness. Feeling trapped and flushed, Anu Sithara looked down at her hand with a start—realizing she was already touching his chest.

"Not here please..." she heard herself whispering, "it's your office—the people are around." With a helpless little moan, Anu Sithara tried to push him off, once again. However, this time he stood there like a rock — not willing to succumb to her token resistance.

His heavy hand moved and roughly clutching her crafty bun—made her look in his eyes. His eyes — demanding eyes showing an emotion she did not recognize ever before.

"I want you bitch," he said, and then swallowed hard. "Every time you're near me, your scent, your voice, seeps into my soul— and you run away to those losers. Why?"

Anu Sithara couldn't tear her gaze away, she liked him agitating. But she also wanted to protest also. She wanted to ask him why he had to ruin her life. She wanted to tell what ragging heat his presence ignites in her. She wanted to tell him how much she loathes him — how much she needs him. But the power of words had once again deserted her. The hot flicker in his eyes even made it difficult for her to breathe.

Holding her in his firm grip Ayaan closed his lips traveled up to her face, where he gave her a big lick on the check. He kissed her on the lips next — a big, sloppy wet one.

"Ummm," Anu Sithara was still too strong a fighter to give his tongue way inside her mouth.

"Such a bitch you're," Ayaan broke the kiss in a rage — but he trailed hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses down the taut line of her throat — over the creamy upper swell of her cleavage. And his wet burning tongue — his measured bites served Anu Sithara, the first course of what she'd need most in life — orgasm.

It was such a paradox of living. This ecstasy came to her when she was most alive, and it came as a complete forgetfulness that she was alive.

"Ayaan...!" Anu Sithara groaned his name as she shattered. Looking up at him—half of her didn't even want to fight him. She didn't know if she should scream for help or rip off her clothes. She did not know if submitting to him would resuscitate her or end her.

"Ayaan, will you but let me live after this," inquired Anu Sithara, almost pleading, "I can't live in your fear, anymore."

Her mind had surrendered to the looming reality that she is condemned to get fucked by Ayaan. And with this raw thought — Anu Sithara started to shake, her knees knocking together like she was a virgin — like this was her first time. For a moment she almost ashamed of the mild orgasm she had — and still, she was panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth.

The wicked smile on his wealthy face was confirmation that indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any dominant beast like Ayaan would be extremely pleased with that particular submissive look her charming face was sporting.

"Live...?" he inquired with a wicked smile that caused a little dimple in his right cheek, "I'll let you fly— just be my bird, Anu Sithara."

"A bird in your gold cage, right?" inquired Anu Sithara without realizing her delicate index finger was caressing his nipple.

"Why so pessimist, bitch...?" retort Ayaan peevishly and roughly flipped her, bending her on the desk, "why don't become a queen in her castle?"

From behind Ayaan gave substantial attention to her arched hips and inner thighs, and when, in her trance, she hoped and believed that his hands would surely go where they would do the most good.

Ayaan didn't go there — instead he massaged, kneaded, stretched, rubbed, pinched, flicked, feathered, licked, kissed, and hungrily bit her shoulders, neck, back, and earlobes. She found her blouse coming down, noted that one shoulder strap was torn.

Again she believed that he was on the verge of getting a hand between her legs, especially when, while massaging the small of her back, he found the tip of her tailbone.

 

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"Oh, God... don't you dare provoke me— if I mean only a body for you," cried Anu Sithara—biting her lips in utter lust. Anu Sithara suddenly had become aware of places in her that could only be concealed there by the god, with a sense of humor.

"Isn't my lust a fair consolation when you can't have love?" replied Ayaan.

Her saree skirt fell on the floor with a silky thud, Anu Sithara was still helpless in his firm grip, but she liked it. She was standing almost bend on the huge desk—her long hair drifting like clouds around her face and shoulders. And her one throbbing breast was hanging out of her bra. She realized that her nipple had become as hard as a little diamond, spurring her arousal even further.

Surprisingly Anu Sithara liked that she was at his mercy in every way. And she knew from her guts, he would be damn good at giving her what she needed, but she would never admit it to him.

"No. You can't wake my love with your lust—you can only use me—without love," Anu Sithara still tried her best denying his lust, but her body craved his. She needed him inside her.

"I don't know about love. You're what eats me and leaves me starving..." replied Ayaan and he fingered the edge of her black lace panties, "life is not a usual blessing for me, baby. I just want to hide in you."

His fingers dipped under her panties and between her folds. Her lip quivered as he hooked a finger into her pussy, "Just say the word and I'll open your pussy as your book," Ayaan demanded in a husky voice.

Anu Sithara's pulse was hammering, her breaths shaky as a result. Pleasure rocked through her body until she thought she might come apart. Anu Sithara gasped, half resisting still to get herself free. Still, she forced herself to speak against him, and shouted, "Fuck you...!"

"I know what you want, baby..." Ayaan teased her, "you're a vicious little hellcat—all teeth and claws. And you want to use them, don't you? You want to fight. You like to fight."

Anu Sithara stiffened at the pinch of his teeth at her neck, and he blew gently into her ear, and added, "Fight me, then. Fight me as much as you want. As hard as you want, because no matter what you do — I'm going to ravish you — no one will ever fuck you the way I do."

Suddenly Ayaan grabbed her wrist and placed her soft palm and delicate fingers over his magnificent length. She hadn't even heard him unzip his pants. So it all came as a shock to her.

What is this? The question in her head was inane. But, she honestly wondered, what is she supposed to do with his giant baton?

Anu Sithara chuckles nervously, but she was left with no courage to turn back and look at him — to look at his superlative cock. Part of her felt he had some kind of disorder. Like elephantiasis of the penis or something, as his massive erection slides in her grip. Her thumb and middle finger must have a good two-inch or more before they can meet. Anu Sithara squeeze to see if it helps bring them closer together. It didn't — rather fingers did their magic and a thick load of pre-cum dribbled her delicate fingers and this made Anu Sithara groan.

"Oh, holy monster—God, it's too big," her breathy voice slid over him and felt like her fingers were ruling over his dick.

"You can't have an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor..." Ayaan grunted from behind her, "You need this magnificent cock in your cunt, to reach glory, bitch."

Anu Sithara couldn't agree with anything in the world more than what he said. All her good senses had vanished and what filled her mind was a deep sense of regret for missing this magnificent cock, all those years. If her life was a puzzle to her, Ayaan's monster cock felt like the missing link in that puzzle. The more she felt his thick length— the more she was getting certain, which can complete her.

"Oh, Ayaan... please don't corrupt me. I need you— but I need your love, as well," she almost begged and her voice sounded so wet, yet burning. And her delicate fingers kept measuring and weighing his length — dispelling all that she was saying.

"Did you just have an orgasm, after hearing me talk about giving you an orgasm?" Ayaan inquired with a wicked smile while rolling his thick fingers inside her blazing cunt, from behind.

All Anu Sithara could do was sob amid helpless moans, in answer.

"I think you did. I think you just came 'cause I'm fingering your sweet pussy and talking dirty to you—you know why?"

'Because you're a dirty pig," Anu Sithara replied to provoke him, as her last resort, while moving her hips on his fingers. To her surprise— his words were also arousing her. In her normal life; she would have murdered someone to hear whispers of these dirty things in her ear.

"Because you're so nuts for this... you're so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around my fingers-- oh, yeah..." said Ayaan and withdrew his wet fingers from her burning pussy, "now your cunt is going to spasm around my big cock." His deep voice danced on the air, murmuring hotly.

She moistened her suddenly dry lips, an insistent throbbing beginning between her thighs at the wicked images that crossed her mind. A blush crept over her cheeks and heavy tits, without turning back; she was now jerking his beloved cock furiously

"On your knees." Ayaan shoved her down to the floor.

Anu Sithara heard him undoing his pants — clearly, a blowjob was coming. Based on his roughness earlier, Anu Sithara was felt a little nervous.

"The best way to keep your mouth shut is to fuck your mouth," he growled. Anu Sithara felt his tip on her lips, but she refused to open her mouth. Holding his heavy monster in one hand, and her hair in the other, Ayaan started slapping her closed lips with his massive cock. It was heavy—very heavy, weighing kgs.

 

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"I can't... this thing is not for oral please," she murmured, watching his beautiful fat long cock. Anu Sithara literally had no idea, how to suck this monster cock. She had sucked her boyfriend and hubby, but those were merely matchsticks, and Ayaan was a huge tree. She loved the glorious sight of his magnificent cock, but soon one-eyed monster winked at her, leaking a thick streak of pre-cum

Anu Sithara closed her eyes as if she had a blindfold on because it was still easier that way. She planted her quivering lips over his throbbing cockhead, then she blew a kiss on the tip of his cock with exaggerated puckered lips and his eyes go wide.

"Ahhhh" he grunted and his hands grabbed her hair. Guiding her with just the right amount of encouragement.

Her red and wet tongue darts out and swipes over the small opening while her hands travel up and down his thick, solid shaft. Twisting just enough. Gripping with just the right amount of pressure

"Ya....catch a monkey,' he whispered.

She did as he was told, her hair falling over her eyes, her breasts bobbing with the movement, her breathing slow and even. Anu Sithara marveled, in an abstract way at the design of humanity, how his giant cock fitted her mouth as if it belonged there as if they were two parts of something, a new key in an old lock that had grown arid and needed the scent of roses to come back to life.

"Take it all in your big mouth. You can use this mouth beyond quarreling," demanded Ayaan in a usually quivering voice. Then he cupped her ears and held the side of her head between his palms, directing the motion. She slowed, a spring uncoiling, taking the entire shaft down her throat to her tonsils; slowly down and slowly up, absorbing him until he became a part of her; he belonged to her.

'Ah, ah, ah." Ayaan grunted louder and his palm clamped over the back of her head. And Ayaan started moving his hips.

It was so hard to moan with her tightly clamped lips creating a vacuum, the warmth of her throat an oven warming his essence.

"Ummm." Anu Sithara gagged, — but Ayaan showed no mercy. Hands firmly clapped over her ears, Ayaan furiously started pumping into Anu Sithara's mouth. Drool ran down her chin and her eyes started to water as Ayaan continued to fuck her throat.

Her black mascara started smearing and running down her cheeks. He laughed at her struggling, but suddenly his phone rang, and his thrusting got slower, due to distraction. This allowed Anu Sithara her just enough time to draw in a deep breath.

"You denied me of you pussy bitch, now I will fuck your face like it is a cunt!" Ayaan demanded roughly before he rammed her moist mouth back down his rigid thick shaft. He started pumping her head up and down his cock at a rapid pace always ramming it as far down as possible. Her luscious breast started whipping rhythmically. Before long, loud gagging noises started emitting from her struggling mouth.

"Yes -- keep that pretty little mouth open to me when I'm fucking it," demanded Ayaan while roughly fucking her face, but it felt damn good to her. This sense of ownership, of ultimate control. She moved like a nodding oil pump, drawing energy from the shaft of his cock, and, for a moment— she became weightless, something ethereal released from the will of gravity.

Anu Sithara's nose was buried in his pubic hair. Yet this rough face fuck felt great because it was full of surprises, mystery, a glimpse into the new and unknown. She loved his every thrust in her mouth because the throb and rhythm are in tune with the beating of her heart and melody of her soul.

Just when she thought she might pass out or throw up, he finally pulled away, his saliva-coated erection plopping out of her mouth. The suddenness of Ayaan's movements knocked Anu Sithara off balance and she fell onto the floor— gasping for air. Her bright-pink hair was unkempt and her mascara had dripped down her face. Large amounts of what appeared to be a blend of her droll and his pre-cum covered her face and body, causing her to glisten in the light like an almost-broken sex goddess.

"Animal..." Anu Sithara protested in mock anger— catching her breath, "who fucks like this?"

"All right— then let me fuck you in proper ways," replied Ayaan, and without giving her much time to settle; he dragged her back to his desk.

In a flash, her panty was gone. Before Anu Sithara could comprehend or expect his next move, she felt a shrill pain in her love box. With a massive, brutal thrust— Ayaan had already shoved his never-ending length into her wetness. She held the desk with both hands for support or the massive impact of his thrust would have tossed her out of the window.

"Ahhh. Stop here please. Wait..." gasped Anu Sithara someone had stabbed her pussy. Her mind went blank from the rough invasion in her devoted pussy. All it took Ayaan was one fierce drive— and she was over the edge, "Ayaan please, I can't take another inch of you."

"Take it bitch, take it all" he grunt and his hands roamed, over her back and bottom, on her breasts, rubbing against her nipples. Slowly withdrawing his monster, he almost emptied her itching cunt, but in the next breath— Ayaan slammed his monster deeper in her.

"Ohhhhhhhh, God. Ayaan..." Anu Sithara cried so loud that her voice echoed outside this executive office. A minute later, she landed back on earth, "oh, my— you're tearing me Ayaan."

The violent delights have violent ends. The sensitive bundles of nerves deep-seated in Anu Sithara sent pleasure receptors on fire. From the hairs on the top of her head to her pinky toe— she was completely stuffed with rapture.

 

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Without wasting any time, he developed a rhythmic thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. Two long thrusts followed by four quick thrusts. And with every drive, Anu Sithara was flying and spinning— unsure of where he started and she ended. Waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her fingers dug on the wooden desk to gain support when gravity ceased to exist.

"Why then your cunt is giving wet kisses all over my cock, bitch," he whispered and bit her earlobe sharply.

Anu Sithara yelped working up to another climax. With one hand gripping her hair and the other on her waist, he moved in and out of her. The ferocity of each thrust, the speed at which they penetrated, the erotic sounds of the flesh-on-flesh contact, the jiggling of Ayaan's delicious bubble butt, it all combined into one single, solitary moan that snuck its way out of her mouth, allowing itself to be heard.

"Ahh... Ahhh. Ayaan. Slower— please slower...Ahhh," her moans and cries grew louder. She loses control over her body. Every nerve ending in her screams in pleasure as his thick cock throbs inside of her, filling the void with warmth. She couldn't contain it anymore, she was going to explode.

"You need it harder bitch. Harder and deeper in you pussy," Ayaan chuckled, "You need a hard fuck to clear all these illusions from your brain." He rolled his one arm around her and his thick fingers found her clit, amid his massive piston pumping from behind.

It was indeed a proper fuck, no gentle lovemaking of Anil. No duty full weekend ritual of her hubby. This was wild, vengeance sex. Once her desire was turned on, combustion gave it a life of its own.

Once it was turned on it became a raging wildfire, unruly and irrepressible, the type of conflagration that had to be allowed to burn itself out. God, she loved it!

"Ahh. Yes. Deeper, Deeper. Love me deeper, please," Anu Sithara begged nearly. " Please, please, Please, PLEEAAAASSSSEEEEE."

"Love may blind you, bitch... but lust will cripple you," he replied and flipped her with a hard pull. With his sheared force he turned her to face him— with his monster still deeply buried in her. Despite her intense arousal, Anu Sithara closed her eyes to shield herself from his intensity.

"Open your eyes," he ordered, "Look at me."

Slowly, a smile curving her lips, she opened her eyes. She hadn't been dreaming, she thought. He was here, with her. She could smell the hay, feel it. She could see the glint of his eyes in the shadowed light. Her smile faded.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice turned velvety, "keep your eyes on me. Watch me fucking you."

"Ahh God. I've never been fucked like this before. You're going to make me pass out with pleasure," Anu Sithara cried looking at him. His normally perfect features were shimmering with sweat. Combined with his ragged beard, he looked sexier than ever. In and out, his rhythm was talented and masculine in its taking. Anu Sithara was entranced with the delicious dimples he developed with each thrust taken. Nothing as beautiful as him-in-her was going to be spoiled by his dirty words.

Ayaan then lifted her one leg from the floor, clutching her thigh firmly, possessively with one hand, "you are mine, Anu Sithara. Do you understand me? Mine!" Ayaan rasped passionately.

"You're so deep in me Ayaan, deeper than my breath," Anu Sithara murmured, seeing his face in that intense moment, in pure pleasure, made her tear up. She had no clue why. She just never saw something as delectable as that and she wanted to freeze the moment in her mind so she would never forget Ayaan.

With his ripper cock in her velvet pussy, waves of heat flooded her and butterflies danced through her body. Anu Sithara threw back her neck, swelling with a sigh, and faltering— in tears, with a long shudder and hiding her face, she gave herself up to him.

Ayaan leaned into her, hard and deep as if he was going to dig a new hole in between her legs. Her heavy tits were resting so nicely on his broad chest.

"You starved my cock for ages bitch," he replied with a silly grin, "now you have to live with it inside you."

"Oh, Ayaan... yes, Ayaan. I want to die with your magnificent cock buried in me..." screamed Anu Sithara, as Ayaan was drilling her without mercy. Anu Sithara had pure deepening whirlpools of sensations swirling through her tissue and consciousness— till she was one perfect concentric fluid of feeling, "yes— pound my little pussy with your big cock."

"Tell me who owns this tight velvet pussy?" he inquired, amid his rapid thrusts.

"You Ayaan, You own me. I love being your fuck slut," screamed Anu Sithara as her velvet pussy made a chilling, crunching, and slurping sound as the bones moved inside her and fused solid again.

Anu Sithara rolled her hand around his neck and her lips found his mouth. Anu Sithara passionately kissed him, tickling her tongue with his. She sucked his lips, gently, as though she was sampling nectar on a delicate petal. Then, with an intense urgency— she dipped her tongue past his lips, caressing her tongue with his. Their tongues started waltzing in each other's mouth.

 

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With his tongue on her mouth and his monster inside her pussy, Anu Sithara felt as if she were burning like a eucalyptus fire. A spectacular and beautiful fire so rich with heat and flames that she was suddenly centered in her own body— like a stacking cup that fits perfectly into the cup outside it.

"Ah, ah, ah, I am cumming again. I'm cumming on your holly cock, you rascal..." Anu Sithara squealed, breaking her passionate kiss. She had never climaxed multiple times before, that too in such a short interval, "what have you done with my pussy? God."

"Wow. -- What a well behaved little whore you are, my darling," he told her. Her pussy felt like hot butter. Her dripping juices on his burning balls were fueling to his passion, to his vigor. Every cell in Ayaan's body urged him to drive himself into her to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead, to possess her fully with his cock.

"I love tasting myself on your cock, Ayaan. Oh God," she replied letting him do with her -- whatever he wanted, "please don't leave me ever, Ayaan. I don't even have another hope to cling to, but you."

"No—I won't ever leave you empty," replied Ayaan, lifting her other leg from the floor and staged her over his giant flag pole. Standing and carrying her— Ayaan just tossed her over his monster. Her heavy ass, with its heavyweight, fell each time over his monster and the magnanimously bulbous cock head rubbed magical places in her pussy, Karan's small penis could never reach.

But Anu Sithara was not thinking about him anymore. She was not even thinking of this unique position in which she was merely hanging over his cock— like a quivering leaf on a tree. Anu Sithara was thinking to be alone on an island with Ayaan, with no audience to help discern her feelings. He alone could sustain her. The orgasms would sustain her.

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"Oh Ayaan, I think I'm in love with your dick." Anu Sithara finally confessed digging her nails on his back and then a plummeting shudder ran through Anu Sithara; she lost vision and her knees buckled. She feared she might weep or gasp, or laugh. But she didn't. She just went limp over his monster cock, on his hairy chest, in his strong arms.

For the rest of many hours, behind the closed door of his executive office, Ayaan taught her everything a woman could know about the pleasures of pure elemental sex, about hunger stirred and needs meeting. He revealed to her what it was like to get fucked like lightning and thunder. And he oriented her with it was to seduce a man like soft rain. She learned that yearning could be a pain, burning hot through the blood. She learned it could be a joy, rushing sweet under the skin.

But Anu Sithara also taught him much more. Though, Ayaan was still unaware of it — she taught him that there could be beauty, comfort, and hope in life. She taught him that life can be a blessing, sometime.

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#A Night of Error part -- 4

Viswanath and Nayanthara had to attend a marriage ceremony in a far remote rural place. It was the marriage ceremony of Viswanath's niece . The place was a village named Samastipur located 40 K.M. away from Purnea (District Town in Bihar).

There was no Train communication; you have to go by Road only. It was very risky to go by car as the area was infamous for dacoits and the Naxalites.

So, Nayanthara and Viswanath decided to take a night Bus from Patna. Before making their journey, they arranged two maid servants who would cook foods for Nivetha, to take care of her daily needs, and also staying in the house in night to guard Nivetha as she was being left alone in the house. The most important thing they did was to stitch hidden pockets inside the Petticoats of Nayanthara, and inside the under wears of Viswanath.

This was a precautionary measure to keep money in case they would require money in emergency. Since they were visiting a Dacoit prone area, any mishap could happen. Looting money and assaults on women was a regular phenomenon in that area. Since, it was a marriage ceremony of a close relative, they could not avoid it. Viswanath strictly advised Nayanthara not wearing any Gold ornaments, and Nayanthara wore certain imitations of jewelry.

Only two Buses were plying to that area from Patna. One was for onward, and another for returning. The distance from Patna to Samastipur via Purnea would be around 395 K.M. They made an overnight journey, and had a long ride by Bus. The peculiarity of the Bus was that no Gents/Ladies could be sit together. The ladies will be seating only in the seats specified for ladies. They also made the Return Tickets in advance. The Bus dropped them at the Bus stop in the morning at around 6.00AM. Next day by evening 8.00 PM, they would again come to this Bus stop for their return journey to Patna.

The village was situated at 6 K.M. from the Bus stop. They had one medium size Travel Bag, which contained the clothes of both Nayanthara and Viswanath along with some dry foods, Fruits, and water Bottles.

In that rural area, there was no facility for any transportation system. Bullock cart was the only mode of transportation. Since, the Host was a very rich person in that area, he had arranged two motorcyclists, who were waiting in advance at Bus stop to pick up Nayanthara and Viswanath. Both of them saddled on the motorcycles as pillion riders.

There was no proper road to the village, only a wide mud path. But, the scenic beauty was amazing. The atmosphere was totally different from the city life. It was far from the madding crowd. The green mustard plants with their yellow flowers were growing everywhere.

A soft breeze was flowing. Nayanthara felt she had come to paradise. The dust and noise of the city seemed far away. There were ponds and green paddy fields alongside the road. The fields on either side of the road were covered with green crops. They saw the farmers ploughing their fields. They could feel the cool breeze of the morning as they passed along the road.

The Road to the village winds a few kilometers through dusty plains, then very muddy and wet with green fields on the right and left. Few villagers were walking along there, balancing on their heads bundles of paddy. Agriculture was the main source of their livelihood.

The village they reached was free from hustle and bustle of city life. It was calm and quite out here, and the air seemed to be very fresh. There were hens, goats, cows, and buffalos were roaming around everywhere. They could not see any man on the road. All the men were in the fields whole day. The houses were very plain and simple. All were thatched houses. The village had 50 numbers of houses, and around 200 numbers of people must be living there. There were only three brick buildings (Post office, Local Health centre and the house of the Host). The house of the Host was cemented.

The Host welcomed them warmly. The nearby people gathered to see them as they were the people from the city. Due to marriage ceremony, the house of the Host was crowded with Relatives. The marriage ceremony took place in the midnight. The groom was from the town of Purnea.

Next day, there was a big lunch arranged by the Host for all Relatives. The farewell ceremony of Bride and groom was scheduled to be at 6.00PM evening. Both Nayanthara and Viswanath were happy as they would return to Patna by evening, 8.00PM once the farewell ceremony would be over.

But, suddenly, the Pundit (Brahmin who solemnized the tie of sacred marriage) declared that the auspicious time for farewell ceremony would be afternoon at 2.00 PM. By the auspicious time, the bride and groom, Host, and most of the Relatives left. Nayanthara, Viswanath, and few other Relatives were left behind. The house was more or less deserted within few hours.

At around 5.00PM, they packed up everything in their Travel bag as they had to board the bus at 8.00 PM. The evening was approaching very fast. It was 6.00 PM, and the entire village was enveloped with pitch darkness. The electricity was very irregular in the rural areas. There was a power cut during this time. There was one lantern burning in the courtyard of the house, and 2/3 numbers of lanterns were in other rooms. Before making their journey, Nayanthara wanted to take bath. The women folk of the village used to attend the call of nature in open field, and take bath in village pond. Fortunately enough, the Host had made some temporary arrangements for bathroom in backyard of the house for women guest by joining 4 numbers of big cardboard pieces.

Nayanthara called the maid servant of the House named Radha. Nayanthara removed her blouse, bra, saree, and panty. She kept those in the Travel bag. She covered her upper portion with a towel as she had only her petticoat in the lower portion. She never kept her petticoat separately somewhere as the money, Return Bus ticket, and the leaves of cheque book were kept secretly in the hidden pocket of her petticoat.

She heard the voice of Radha. "Memsahib, (Madam) come this way. I have arranged everything. I have kept a bucket, full of water, and a mug inside it. You can take bath comfortably."

Nayanthara proceeded towards backyard of the house carefully as it was dark. She was following Radha, who was going ahead, guiding Nayanthara with a lantern. Radha kept the lantern in few yards away from the temporary bathroom. With the flickering light of lantern, she could locate the temporary bathroom.

Nobody was there around the area. She removed her petticoat and towel, and she was completely naked. She started taking bath.

After some moments, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of Gunshots. Then she heard the frantic screams of people inside the house. She was so horrified and frightened that immediately, she put on her petticoat, and covered her upper portion with towel. The lantern burning near her had suddenly gone out. There was darkness everywhere but the surroundings were visible due to moonlit. She heard the footstep. A silhouetted figure appeared from nowhere, and was approaching towards her. She got so scared that she wanted to scream.

A hissed sound was heard. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! don't make any sound, I am Radha. The armed Dacoits have barged in to the house. They have surrounded the entire house from the main entrance except this back portion of the house. They have cornered everybody inside the house. They are thrashing everybody brutally who are trying to confront them. They are looting cash and jewelry. Luckily, I escaped from there and came to warn you. Memsahib, be hurry, you have to flee from this place immediately. If they find you, then the consequences will be worst, they may fuck you as you are very beautiful," said Radha.

Nayanthara shivered, a cold sweat was dripping from her forehead. She was so nervous, panic stricken that she was struck dumb. She was so afraid of her life that she was perspiring in her whole body due to sacredness. Suddenly, they both heard another Gunshot. The Dacoits opened fire in the air, and continued their looting spree. The flashing of torch lights by the Dacoits in the distance could be seen by both Nayanthara and Radha.

With nervous tone, Nayanthara asked, "Where is my husband?"

"Don't worry! He has escaped unhurt, and waiting for you there," Radha indicated a big tree behind which was 200 feet away from the backyard.

"But, how can I go outside without clothes? All my clothes are in Travel bag, even my sandals are inside the house," she asked Radha.

"Mem sahib, you try to forget those, those are taken away by the Dacoits. You are lucky that fortunately, I have found a pair of old torn saree and blouse lying in the cowshed, which were used and left by previous maid of this house. Please wear this, and leave the place immediately. Good bye...Mem sahib," saying this, Radha vanished in darkness.

Nayanthara, realizing the situation, immediately, came to her senses. She put on the torn blouse without bra, and torn saree above the petticoat hurriedly.

She heard the rough voices and footsteps of Dacoits which were approaching nearer towards her way. She ran for her life with bare feet. She entered in to the bush of high grasses which had grown due to rain. She crawled amongst the grasses like soldiers crawling in battle field. She could see the flash of torch lights and 4/5 numbers of tall shadows in the backyard of the house. Thank...God; luckily she was escaped in right time.

She reached the big tree where her husband, Viswanath was waiting for her. She embraced him, kissed him, and started sobbing. Viswanath consoled her. There was no time, they had to escape from the Dacoits, and at the same time they had to board the Bus at Bus stop by 8.00PM. They had only one hour. They ran through the muddy paddy fields without looking back.

It was the seventh night after the new moon. The night was a clear one, and the entire area was illuminated with bright moonlight. They concealed themselves in the green paddy (appeared dark), and running amongst these without being seen. They were following the main road. At about 7.15 PM, they reached a point on the road lying between the village and Bus stop. At that point, they found a footpath which served as a shortcut leads off from the main road.

 

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They decided to follow the footpath, avoiding the main toad as they were afraid of Dacoits if following them. It was already 8.00PM, and they were about to reach near the Bus stop, then they saw the Bus reached the Bus stop. They started running towards the Bus as it was about to leave.

Finally, they caught up the night bus at the last moment. The conductor of bus ushered them to inside the bus, inspected their tickets. Nayanthara took her seat in the right row, exactly behind the Driver which was meant for ladies only. Viswanath took his seat in the row behind Nayanthara. There was no co-passenger with Nayanthara; she was the lonely lady. But, Viswanath had a co-passenger, a very old man sitting near the window. He was in deep slumber. He thanked God, although they were separated, but they were very close, and they could communicate with each other.

It was an ordinary Bus full of people with most of the seats occupied. The Bus had three staffs. The Driver named Vikram singh, aged 54 years, full of furrow on his forehead, having a rugged feature of masculinity, his head was full of grey hairs, his face was full of unshaved grey beards with a thick, and long grey mustache. His wrist and arms were muscular like a wrestler due to years of driving behind the wheel.

The conductor was a very young fellow named Ranjit Sinha, aged about 25 years. He was wearing a khaki uniform with a small leather bag with a strap which hung on his shoulder. He had dropping eyes with pointed mustache. He was tall, slim, but had a powerful physique. The Bus cleaner was a younger boy, aged 20 years named Haria, wearing a half pant, whose prime function was to sweep, clean the Bus, and loading in to/unloading from Bus the passengers' goods.

Most of the passengers were tattered and dirty, they were all village folks. The Bus started its journey and geared up to its normal speed. The lights in the Bus were dimly lit. The passengers seated comfortably near the windows were sleeping. The air was hot and filled with strange, unpleasant smells of sweat ridden body of rural people. The hot and humid climate was an extra addition to the discomfort of the surroundings. The passengers were curled up and asleep. A few minutes later, a relative silence settled throughout the bus except the surging of bus turning left, sometimes right, slam of brakes, and occasional gear grinding lurch by the driver.

There was a large gap between two seats in the row where Nayanthara was sitting. The cool breeze started brushing through the face of Nayanthara from the open window, and soon she was lost in the fast moving objects and lights outside the window. She was trying to forget the traumatic experience they had few hours before.

Viswanath touched her from behind through the gap of the seats and whispered, "Hey! Are you ok?"

She replied, "I am ok, trying to get some sleep."

She started concentrating on the black shadows of houses, trees from the window which crossed her hurriedly. She was alone in the seat. She dozed off.

The young conductor, Ranjit Sinha had an eye on Nayanthara the moment she boarded the bus. Now, he was staring at her continuously. Nayanthara was wearing torn saree and blouse, and she was bare footed. Her bare feet were full of mud. He wondered how this illiterate, poor, rustic, and rural woman could be so fair and beautiful. She was covering her boobs in pallu, but still the shapes of the boobs were bulging out. Ranjit assessed that her boobs must be 36". He guessed that this beautiful poor women must be aged around 35 years.

Ranjit could not control himself; he came closer to Nayanthara and watched her beautifulness. She was sleeping, and her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. His cock was rock hard.

Nayanthara sensed a rough hand tapping her elbow asking for attention. She opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at him with questioning glance. He was the young conductor with rugged look, with a smile on his face looking at her. He whispered her to move a bit so that he could sit in the vacant seat. Nayanthara glanced him carefully in the dim lit of Bus, he was handsome, must be under the age group of her son, Aditya.

He whispered, "I am Ranjit, conductor of the Bus. What's your name? Where are you going? Who is that person boarded with you in bus stop? He is now sitting behind you. Is he your husband?"

Nayanthara in a shy manner, with her dropping eyes, in a very low and soft voice replied, "I am Nayanthara, I am going to Patna for searching job. I don't know that person; I met him only at Bus stop. I was married but after one year, my husband left me and absconded. I don't know his whereabouts."

Ranjit moved a bit closer to her and his body touched her. A current ran through his body. He hissed her, "Do you have enough money for your survival?"

Nayanthara nodded her head and said, "No".

"Would you work for us as a maid? We, total numbers of six persons (I, Vikram singh, the driver who is driving this bus, Haria, the cleaner, and other three persons) are staying together in a house. We need a maid cum house keeper. You will get shelter, food and money. Do you agree?"

She remained silent for some minutes as if she was in deep thought.

Then she nodded her head with consent, "Agreed."

Viswanath was watching, and hearing everything through the gap of seats. He wondered what kinds of game Nayanthara was playing. He was waiting for the next step of Nayanthara.

The Bus conductor was holding her hand, when Viswanath looked around; he noticed that no one could see them. From behind, he peeped through the gap. The Bus conductor could feel her body warmth flowing in to him as they were sitting side by side and so close. He moved his right hand on her shoulder, drawing her close to him, and she obliged by sitting very close to him, then he rested his right hand on her shoulder to grab her boobs. Viswanath could see that she started to feel aroused. Ranjit grabbed it and starting pressing it hard, while she was sitting there with wide open mouth.

She told, "Please don't do it. My blouse is torn."

After hearing this, Ranjit, the conductor opened the Blouse carefully. He found her boobs rising, and nipples hardened to his touch. She had a pair of firm and rounded breasts. He could feel her boobs, and started caressing her nipples. They were erect. He was pressing them hard, and she was silently moaning. Her eyes were closed for the entire time.

The conductor checked again to see if there were no gazes upon them from the rest of the bus, and then he reassured himself to go for the next move. He leaned in and kissed her, biting her lips like a crazy one. He inserted his tongue inside the mouth of Nayanthara, and sucked her tongue. The conductor started sucking the tongue of Nayanthara, and there was an exchange of saliva. She also responded by sucking his tongue. She felt the bizarre taste of Ranjit's saliva in her mouth, and gulped all the saliva. As his lips were glued to the lips of Nayanthara, his lips parted and a heavy quantity of saliva dripped inside the mouth of Nayanthara.

He was staring at her erect nipples. He leaned further in until his lips touched her nipples. Then Ranjit lowered his mouth, and started to nibble her tweaked nipples. The hot tongue of Ranjit on her nipples spread a sensation throughout her body. He grabbed her boobs, and started sucking on her puffy pointed nipples.

While fondling boobs, Ranjit at once started sucking on the nipples in alternative manner.

Nayanthara felt the hot tongue, and wet saliva of Ranjit on her nipples. Occasionally, he was biting the nipples, while fondling boobs.

''Ouchhhhhhhhhh' cried Nayanthara in a low voice as she felt the sweet pain of biting.

Meanwhile, he had shifted his right hand to her lap. The Bus conductor slid his hand on her thighs, and she gasped. He played around her thighs for a while before lifting her saree up above the knee. She had no panty. His fingers felt insides of her thighs. The hand kept creeping up her thighs until he could feel her pulsating wet pussy. He felt the bushy hairs around the area. He started to rub her pussy, and inserted his fingers inside the pussy. He was squeezing her boobs hard with the other hand.

Finally, she was rocked with great orgasm, and gave out few gasps. She cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."

Ranjit stood up, and knelt before her pussy. Then he leaned forward, and put his tongue inside her pussy, and she covered his head with her saree. He began to suck, and lick it deep. She felt the hot tongue of Ranjit inside her pussy hole. Ranjit ran her tongue over the labia area, and found the clitoris. He put the tip of his tongue inside the clitoris. Nayanthara shivered with ecstasy and pressed the head of Ranjit very tightly. Ranjit felt the velvet passage through his tongue, the inner pussy wall was wet, and Ranjit was licking the wetness, he was feeling sensation as his nose and lower face was being brushed with silky pubic hairs of Nayanthara. His cock was getting very hard.

Nayanthara could not control her, and she flooded her juices in his mouth, and he drank it fully. It was so delicious like honey.

Most of the male passengers had taken off their shirts due to hot and humidity inside the bus. The conductor, Ranjit also took out his shirt. He had now only a banyan on his body. He covered his thighs by the shirt, placing on his laps. Then his right hand went to her left hand underneath the shirt. He then unzipped his trouser, and pushed her hand inside. Nayanthara gave out a long breath, and her fingers circled around his erected hard cock.

 

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She said softly, "It is very hard and big."

"Would you like to have it in your pussy?" asked Ranjit.

"Yes," replied Nayanthara.

Then Nayanthara started stroking his hard rock dick, and simultaneously she was caressing his balls too. Her fingers were combing the thick pubic hairs of Ranjit.

Everybody was asleep, and nobody was noticing them except Viswanath who was peeping from the gap of seats. She took the cock out, and was surprised to see the length and hardness. His cock was as hard as rock by the soft touch of her palm. It was like a hot iron rod meant to burn the palm of Nayanthara. She started fondling and massaging it which was very long and thick cock. The length must be more than 6 inches. She started his cock shaking slowly at first, but later on violently.

He started moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Viswanath closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations flowing in to his groins. He touched his hard cock, and started masturbating simultaneously peeping through the gap.

Ranjit told her that his cock had been hard quite a long time before, when he saw her entering the bus itself to which she gave a naughty smile. Then Ranjit stood up before the mouth of Nayanthara, and ordered her to suck his cock. Nayanthara took hold of his throbbing cock, she inhaled the cock, a stench odor was coming out from it as the foreskin had not been washed for quite a long time, developing a starch like white substance, and her nose was pressing in to his pubic hairs from where a stale sweat smell was coming. Without caring of all these, Nayanthara put the dick in her mouth.

Suddenly, she felt a starch substances had accumulated the entire bulbous head of the dick, and the lower part of the foreskin. The unbearable stench was coming from there. Without any delay, her tongue swirled around his cock, and she started licking the head to clean those with her tongue, and gulped entire things. She had completely taken the cock in her mouth, and her teeth were sometimes scratching his bulbous knob. His cock was as hard as rock. Ranjit was gliding his cock over her lips, pressing against them, urging her lips to part so that he could slide it inside mouth. His balls were slapping against her chin.

He was pumping his swelling cock harder and harder holding her face tightly. He was fucking her mouth in and out. After fucking for sometimes, Ranjit felt that now things are beyond his control, and he might ejaculate his semen anytime inside the mouth of Nayanthara. Then abruptly, he withdrew his cock from the mouth of Nayanthara.

He said, "No, I will ejaculate my semen only inside of your pussy when I fuck you."

Then, there was a speed bump, and some passengers woke up due to jerk. Both of them startled. The conductor got back to his place, and both of them adjusted their dress. The conductor stood up, and moved towards driver. He was whispering something in the ear of the driver, who was maneuvering the bus carefully, and looking towards front road through the wind screen with alert attention. It appeared, the driver was listening to everything what conductor was saying to him.

Nayanthara glanced towards the gap of seats, and found that Viswanath was peeping. She turned her face backside, and hissed, "My dear Husband, I am going to be fucked by this young conductor. I want to taste his young cock. Don't worry! I am in the safe period for 15 days. Wish me all the best."

Just after 5 minutes, the bus stopped in a regular stoppage, a road side Dhaba . The conductor announced for the dinner to be taken at Dhaba. The lights inside the bus were switched on. The passengers started getting up from their seats. Viswanath also got up along with other passengers. Nayanthara was only sitting in her seat alone, and the conductor was waiting for her. Viswanath's eyes met with the eyes of Nayanthara. Her eyes advised him to go ahead without waiting for her.

The Dhaba was a thatched house with mud structure. It contained numerous big cooking utensils inside, where the food was being prepared. In front of the Dhaba, there was a big open space, where a lot of cots to sit upon, and long wooden benches were lying meant for taking foods there by the passengers. The time was 11.00 AM night. Two big lamps were burning, one inside the Dhaba, and another in the open space where passengers would take dinner. The entire area was slightly illuminated. The back side of Dhaba was completely dark with bush and shrubs. A special cabin was made for Bus staff in the backside of Dhaba for taking their foods.

All the passengers settled down in cots/wooden benches for dinner in the open space. Then Viswanath noticed Nayanthara, accompanied by Driver, conductor, and cleaner of the bus, moved towards the backside of Dhaba.

After sometimes, without anybody's notice, Viswanath slid away from the open space, and moved towards the backside of the Dhaba. The backside of the Dhaba was completely dark, and a flickering of light was coming from the window of the special cabin behind the Dhaba. He slowly walked towards that direction, and peeped through the window.

Vikram singh, the old driver, Ranjit, the conductor, and Haria, the cleaner were sitting across a dining table. Nayanthara was sitting in the corner of the table, two feet away from them. Foods like Roti, Tadka, and chicken Tandoori were placed on the Table. Nayanthara was acting like an illiterate and hesitant woman, and taking her dinner in a shy manner. Almost everybody had finished their dinner.

Then all of a sudden, Ranjit, the conductor stood up, and declared," You see...Friends, I have an unfinished job to do. It will take 15 minutes. You people have to wait." Then he indicated them his bulging cock visible in his trouser. All of them laughed.

"Come...Nayanthara...quick...the passengers must be waiting for us." He said.

With dropping eyes, she followed him. She could notice the hungry eyes of old driver, Vikram singh and the cleaner, Haria whose eyes were following and probing deeply on her boobs and buttocks. Ranjit led her to the dark area behind the Dhaba where a cot was lying. Mattress was laid out on the cot. Viswasnath followed them very closely in darkness. They were completely unaware of his presence.

Ranjit pulled up Nayanthara's torn blouse carefully, and undid it. He grabbed her boobs, and started sucking on her nipples, and surprisingly Nayanthara spontaneously grabbed his hardness through his trouser.

She knelt down, unzipped the fly, quickly pulled his trouser down to his knees. Then he removed her saree, and he was also stark naked. Now Nayanthara became complete naked like Eve. Nayanthara caught hold of the cock of Ranjit, ohh...Goddddddd; she was surprised that it was bigger and thicker than what she felt in the Bus. She fondled the cock, and gripped in her palm.

''Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh" cried Ranjit in excitement.

 

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Ranjit instructed her to lie down flat on her back on the cot.

Her naked white thighs were flashing in the darkness due to flickering of light coming through the window of cabin. Her two rounded boobs were protruding and swaying up and down. Ranjit then knelt down before her pussy area, and bent her two legs from knee, and placed those on his shoulder with a proper balance. He explored the cunt hole, and put his dick inside. He was gliding his cock over her pussy lips, pressing against them, forcing her cunt lips to part so that he could slide it more inside her pussy hole. His balls were slapping against her ass hole. He was pumping his swelling cock harder, and harder holding her face tightly. She almost cried out of pleasure.

She kept saying, ''Faster...faster...I want your sperm, pump it out."

She was in ecstasy, because of invading of big cock of Ranjit, which was probing deep inside her pussy hole in and out.

With every stroke, Ranjit's cock went deeper and deeper down inside her pussy. He was moaning, and cried out, ''Ohhhhhhh...I am coming now... Nayantharaaaaaaaaa...I am going to feed you my sweet juice...fuckkkkkkkk...fuckkk.'' He pushed his cock down as far as it could go.

His cock was bathed with pussy juices of Nayanthara, and juices were dripping out from the inside of pussy. Due to friction of dick inside the wet pussy wall, which was full of pussy juices, a sound was coming,

"Faccccchhhh...facchhhhhhhhh." This could be heard to the distance.

Viswanath could hear the sound, and was touching his cock which was very hard by seeing his wife being fucked by the bus conductor.

Ranjit pulled her hair, He cried with ecstasy ''AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhh" and reached the height.

His cock spurted stream of sperms, spraying, and hitting her womb area. Such a huge amount of sperm was oozing out that part of it escaped from the pussy, and falling in her naked ass hole. Her pussy sucked his juice even harder by squeezing his dick in the inner wall of pussy tightly. His sperm flowed more rapidly in to her pussy. Ranjit pressed the boobs of Nayanthara forcefully for some moment till the last drop of his semen came out. She closed her eyes and let it just trickle slowly down her pussy.

Now the lava inside Nayanthara was melted, and she reached her orgasm, she squirted over the dick of Ranjit, which was inside her pussy. The pussy juices gushed out from inside, and splashed on the dick, and some of it came outside by flowing towards the ass hole.

The feeling was most heavenly to Nayanthara. Ranjit was fully satisfied, and withdrew his cock from Nayanthara's pussy. The Driver, Vikram sing was blowing horn to signal them to come quickly. Viswanath slipped away from there, and virtually ran away to bus before seen by them. Hurriedly, they also put on their dress, and proceeded towards bus.

No passengers **censored** any attention to them as they were trying to sleep after a heavy dinner. Both the Driver and cleaner winked at Ranjit. Nayanthara quietly sat in her seat. She noticed that Viswanath was sleeping with his close eyes.

The bus started moving in a slow motion. Gradually, Vikram singh accelerated the speed, and the bus was moving with a speed. Ranjit was sitting beside Nayanthara, he was so content with the fucking pleasure that he was in deep slumber. The body and mind of Nayanthara got much relaxed, overcoming the traumatic experience of evening at village, and her eyes were closed spontaneously in to a deep sleep.

Viswanath was in an uneasy sleep when a sudden jolt threw him to the floor. Nayanthara was also thrown on the lap of Ranjit, and embraced him unconsciously. Picking himself up, Viswanath realized that the bus had stopped, and tilting dangerously. A glance at his watch told him it was 1.00 AM. Nayanthara rubbed her eyes sleepily, and asked Ranjit anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Viswanath peered out the window in his right side. By the rising moon, he could see that the bus tire got punctured. He could see the flat tire in the right rear side. Some passengers woke up. Both Vikram sing and Haria got down inspecting the punctured tire.

Ranjit, the conductor announced to passengers, "The tire of the bus has got punctured. It will take maximum 1 hour to replace with a spare tire. If anyone wants to clear the bladder (peeing) then they can do so." But, further he warned them, "Don't go far away. Do it near the bus as it is dark outside."

Some passengers alighted from the bus, and stood at the edge of the road to empty their bowels. Ranjit and Nayanthara got down from the bus. Viswanath followed them.

Vikram Singh, the driver was giving instruction to the cleaner boy, "Haria, the spare tire is on the roof of the bus. You start to change the wheel immediately." Then he glanced towards Nayanthara. He had an urge to fuck Nayanthara. The old man got a hard one immediately.

Most of the passengers had gone back to their seats, and started sleeping. Although it was dark, but due to full moon lit everything was visible. The bus was parked in a high level area. The plain grass area surrounded by bush and shrubs was situated around 20 feet below.

From a safe distance, Viswanath could see that the old Driver, Vikram singh whispered something in the ear of Ranjit. Then Ranjit called Nayanthara, and told her something. In response, Nayanthara nodded her head, and went near to Vikram singh. Haria had started to work on jack to lift the wheel. The old driver put a long towel over his shoulder. Then Vikram singh caught hold the hand of Nayanthara, and both of them walked down a slight steep slope, which was covered with grasses and shrubs below the road. They found a pathway, which led them down to the ending point at the bottom end. Viswanath was following them carefully.

They stepped in to the dense undergrowth. After reaching the plain area, Viswanath found that the old driver and Nayanthara vanished behind the bush. He hurriedly moved in to that direction.

He heard a rustle, and immediately crawled in to that side. Then he found them. They were very close to him, approximately 20 feet away from him where he was crawling. Everything was clearly visible due to bright moon lit.

The old driver spread the towel in the grass field, and both of them sat over on it. The night was calm and quite except the rattling sound of jack turning on the bolt of wheel of punctured tire.

Vikram singh removed all of his dress. He was now completely naked, and he sat beside Nayanthara. He embraced Nayanthara, and kissed her on cheeks and lips. He started removing all clothes from Nayanthara's body. After a few moments, they both became like Adam and Eve. The driver's sweated body was emitting a very hard smell. She felt the very rough palms of Vikram singh on her entire naked body.

His long thick fingers touched her pussy, and he felt the bushy hairs around it. The old man was very thrilled to touch there. Then he inserted his middle finger inside the pussy hole.

Nayanthara moaned, "AAaaaahhhhhhh".

Vikram singh in his other hand was cupping the boobs of Nayanthara, and started squeezing. After doing this for some moments, the old man bent down, and started kissing Nayanthara in her cheeks and in her lips. Nayanthara could feel his moustache and beards over her face.