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I could clearly see that Sanjeev's right hand was now very evidently feeling Mrs. Yadav's flesh of her wide ass cheeks over her sari and she was also inclining more and more towards Sanjeev. I couldn't see Sanjeev's left hand from my position. Was it on her boobs? I guess so because the way Mrs. Yadav is subtly moving her heavy ass in the standing position, it was very suggestive. I was deriving immense pleasure, I don't know why, overseeing them in that compromising position.

Sanjeev: Meena Madam lets go inside, otherwise Guru-ji might.

Mrs. Yadav: Yes, yes. Kumar can also silently come down the hallway here.

I realized they were parting and I pretended to be engaged in my work with flowers. Sanjeev came inside, followed by Mrs. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Sanjeev, did you find a faster pulse in Meena?

Sanjeev: No Guru-ji, its normal.

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, when shall I ask Avika to come here?

Guru-ji: I will need all three of you in the beginning. I will send Sanjeev to call you. Still it will at least take half an hour to arrange everything.

Mrs. Yadav: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: As you know, in the yagya, all should sit in clean white clothes.

Mrs. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji, I remember that.

Then within half-an-hour all was ready for the yagya. The fire was created at the center of the room with the image of Linga Maharaj just behind that. There were so many items neatly arranged by Guru-ji, me, and Sanjeev that I appreciated the arrangement in my mind. Sanjeev closed the door and Guru-ji started the yagya. It started at 9:00 p.m. With the fire flame, the scent of sandal incense sticks, and Guru-ji chanting mantras loudly the atmosphere within the room instantly changed. Guru-ji sat in front of the fire and Sanjeev to his left and myself to his right. Sanjeev had already called the Yadav family.

Mr. Yadav was wearing the white kurta and pajama, as he was wearing earlier when I met him in the drawing room. As he came I noticed he was leaning on to his wife and trembling. What a change in Mrs. Yadav! She seemed to be so devoted to her husband now, as I saw her bringing him to the puja-ghar. She has changed her sari and was wearing a white cotton sari along with a white blouse, which was extremely transparent, I must quote. Anyone and everyone could clearly see the position of her white bra inside and her fair skin through the transparent material. Avika was wearing a nice tight-fitting embroidered white salwar suit and looked quite appealing, as she was not using a chunri. They all sat opposite us in front of the fire.

Initial mantras and worship went on for around 20 minutes. I really had nothing much to do once the yagya started. The atmosphere in the room was getting stuffy with the smoke and the heat of the yagya fire, more so as the room was pretty small and there was no ventilation. I realized since I was sitting close to the fire, I was sweating and my armpits and lower back were already wet.

Guru-ji: Now, I will do the individual ritual for Avika. Each of the parents must participate in it. Though the main yagya will be involving Avika Beti alone, but this is also mandatory.

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, if you start with me it would be of help as...

Guru-ji: Yes Kumar, absolutely. I do not want to strain you unnecessarily. I will start with you and then release you. You can take rest.

Mr. Yadav: Thanks Guru-ji.

Mrs. Yadav: Guru-ji, please call me when you are done with Kumar.

Guru-ji nodded and Mrs. Yadav and her daughter went off and Sanjeev again closed the door.

Mr. Yadav was again giving stares at me, but I was more concerned about sweating. My blouse was getting wet already. I wiped of some of the sweat from my back and neck with my pallu. Just then Mr. Yadav talked to me for the first time.

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji, Kajal is feeling hot I guess, can we not keep the door open?

I was shocked to see he was addressing me by my name straightway. I was quite irritated understanding that he was watching me closely.

Guru-ji: No Kumar. That would deviate concentration.

Mr. Yadav: Right, right.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you will now act as Kumar's medium in this part of the yagya.

I looked dumb, as I was still not sure what exactly I have to do to be the 'medium.'

Guru-ji: Kumar and Kajal, come to my left side. Sanjeev you start preparing the 'bhog.'

Sanjeev already was preparing for the 'bhog' I noticed sometime back and now I realized that there was no other option but to go and help Mr. Yadav to stand. I had to do that. I alighted from my sitting position and had to wriggle my ass a little in front of these three males as my petticoat and sari were sticking to my ass. I then went to the opposite end to Mr. Yadav.

Me: Can you stand up alone Mr. Yadav?

Mr. Yadav: No Kajal. I need your help.

I was getting increasingly irritated each time he was taking my name, but was helpless due to Guru-ji's presence. Before I could offer an assist, he grabbed my hand and with the other hand put pressure on his walking cane to stand up. In turn, I held his hand and shoulder and helped him. He was very shaky as he walked and I felt bad for the disabled condition of this man. I offered to hold my shoulder, as I saw Mrs. Yadav was doing, and he walked better clinging to my blouse-covered shoulder.

Guru-ji: Kajal, now hold this 'thali' and offer it to Agnidev first. Kumar, you hold her from behind and whisper mantra in her ears, which I tell. And Kajal as the medium you will utter that loudly to Agnidev. Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji.

I took the thali from Guru-ji and stood in front of the fire. Now I was directly in front of Guru-ji, the yagya fire separating us. I noticed Mr. Yadav slowly came and stood behind me with his walking stick.

Guru-ji: Leave the stick Kumar and hold this book in one hand.

As Mr. Yadav kept his stick aside, I instantly felt warm male fingers on my waist, partly above my sari cover and partly on my bare abdomen. I understood being disabled and off of his walking stick, he had to hold on to something support, but my whole body shivered at his warm touches. I was looking hopeless I knew, as my nipples started to grow hard, and I looked questionably at Guru-ji. Thankfully Guru-ji understood what I meant to say.

Guru-ji: Kumar, hold Kajal's shoulder and start whispering the mantra from the book. It's marked there.

Mr. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji.

He removed his hand off my waistline and held me by my shoulder like an obedient boy.

Guru-ji: Kajal, you offer the mantra loudly to Agnidev and I will repeat that to Linga Maharaj. Both of you close your eyes. Jai Linga Maharaj!

I closed my eyes and felt Mr. Yadav's hot breaths on my shoulder. He was so close to me. He started whispering mantras in my ears, which I uttered loudly and Guru-ji repeated that in turn very loudly. The first few minutes were okay and then slowly I realized as Mr. Yadav was whispering he was moving closer. I ignored that thinking of his disability. I felt his knees touching my thighs first over my sari and in no time his crotch was pushing me subtly on my ass cheeks. I shifted a bit as I uttered the mantras, but that was not helping me, as being more close to the fire was making me sweat profusely. Gradually I felt very deliberate efforts from Mr. Yadav to push his crotch into my firm ass.

I cursed myself that moments ago I was showering sympathy in my mind for this disabled man and now I could clearly feel his erect lund poking my butts. I was thinking what to do. Should I slap him and teach a lesson? But I did not want to create a scene here. It's a matter of prestige for Guru-ji also and hence I remained quiet and tried to concentrate on the yagya. But that handicapped rascal did not stop. He was now touching my ears through his lips while whispering mantras. I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable and getting excited now with Mr. Yadav's hard dick poking my ass constantly and his lips grazing my ears. Naturally, heat started generating in my body and the heat of the fire in front of me was making things literally 'hot' for me.

Luckily in a few more minutes the mantra chanting part was over. I was relieved. Very temporarily though only to find myself more entangled with Mr. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Thanks Kajal. You did a nice job. Give the thali to me. Now hold this bowl and pour the oil very slowly on the fire. Very slowly. Kumar you also hold the bowl.

Momentarily I forgot that Mr. Yadav was still holding onto my shoulder for support and bent forward to take the bowl from Guru-ji. His hand slipped off my shoulder and he partially lost balance.

Guru-ji: Kajal, Kajal. Hold him.

Guru-ji almost shouted. I instantly turned back and realized my mistake. But before I could completely turn back and seize him, he almost fell over my back. Though I managed the situation, but I realized I should have been more careful as I previously did notice him to be trembling when he stood up or walked. Mr. Yadav stooped over my youthful body and his face fell flat on my neck area, but he was quick enough to search for a support and almost hugged me from my back.

Me: Ouch!

Automatically it came out of my mouth as Mr. Yadav fell on my back for an assist. Though apparently it looked like he fell down and in the process held me from my back, but I could feel the actuals. I was already by then pretty much aware of his stares and touches, but this time he crossed all limits. I could feel his nose poking my back and his hot tongue and lips on the upper portion of my back, just above the U-cut of my blouse. He grabbed me for support and embraced me, his right hand holding my hand, but his left hand grabbed me in my pelvic area directly touching my pussy area over my sari. Though I recovered in a few seconds, but I felt his hand pressure on my panty over my sari and his tongue licking my bare skin over my blouse.

Mr. Yadav: Sorry Kajal. You suddenly bent and I lost balance.

I had to be apologetic though was quite irritated by his behavior. He is such an elderly person, moreover disabled, what sort of behavior is this? I could not say anything due to Guru-ji's presence otherwise certainly would have slapped this pervert.

Guru-ji: Kumar, are you okay?

Mr. Yadav: Yes Guru-ji. I caught Kajal in time.

Guru-ji: Okay, now lets settle down and Kajal offer the oil as I narrate the mantra. The custom is to first worship Agnidev and then we will worship Linga Maharaj for Avika's academic future.

We nodded and again Mr. Yadav came very close to me and held the bowl from behind me. This time I felt his whole body pressure was on me and his fingers touching my fingers too. Guru-ji started pronouncing the mantra very clearly and loudly and I was pouring the oil slowly on the yagya fire. I could well realize that Mr. Yadav was feeling every part of my body from the back without any hindrance now. I even felt he was gyrating his pelvis faintly onto my firm buttocks. Frankly I was getting a bit excited now by all these acts of Mr. Yadav.

As I poured the oil, the yagya fire was gaining proportion and I had to shift a little backwards due to the intense heat. I jolly well understood Mr. Yadav liked my approach, as my firm sari-covered ass pressed more into his crotch and I felt his lund, which was hard enough to excite me, probing my posterior globes. He was also pressing me from the sides with his elbows and I was almost cramped within his arms holding the bowl. This session seemed to be a long one, as Guru-ji continued chanting mantras and I was pouring the oil very slowly on the yagya fire.

Seeing the opportunity probably Mr. Yadav now held my fingers on the bowl so firmly that I had to give him a stare turning my head. He smiled wickedly and I was even more irritated by this though his 'male touch' was giving me a pleasant arousal. I looked up at Guru-ji, but he was chanting the mantras while closing his eyes and Sanjeev had already started cooking and none of them were noticing us. As I was looking around, I did not realize that Mr. Yadav was also looking for further chances. Suddenly I felt a whisper in my ears.

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, I am removing one hand from the bowl. I am having an itching.

I reluctantly gave a nod not understanding where he was having the itch. And believe me, that shameless old fox was having an itch in his penis, which he referred to me! Guru-ji did not notice anything, as his eyes were closed, and Mr. Yadav took his right hand off my fingers from the bowl and put it right away in his crotch and started scratching. I did not have to turn back to see that, as I felt his hand between his pelvic area and my buttocks. He continued it for some moments and just prior to taking it off from there, he started feeling and cupping my right ass cheek.

My nipples immediately responded to Mr. Yadav's squeezing my firm ass flesh and I felt my nipples becoming hard and started pressing my bra cups. I felt a tightness in my blouse and with my both hands engaged with the bowl of oil, I had to turn back to stop this lewd act. He immediately behaved himself getting his hands back on the bowl. Within a minute or two, the oil-pouring episode ended. Now I was sweating very profusely, not only from the heat of the yagya fire, but also from the subtle physical advancements from Mr. Yadav.

Guru-ji: Now that offering and worship to Agnidev is complete, we will satisfy Linga Maharaj. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Mr. Yadav and myself both said "Jai Linga Maharaj!" in chorus. Guru-ji started throwing all sorts of yagya items into the fire chanting new mantras, which went on for another 5 minutes. Sanjeev was still busy with the cooking and a nice scent was filling the room as he was preparing the 'bhog.'

Guru-ji: Kajal, I know this part would be a bit odd for you, but a medium has to take this pain. You have to worship for Kumar now to Linga Maharaj.

Apparently I did not find anything "odd" in what Guru-ji stated and I looked dubiously to him as why did he mention the word "pain?"

 

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Guru-ji: As the medium, you will carry Kumar and offer a pranam to Linga Maharaj stretching yourself on the floor. Your navel and knees should touch the floor Kajal.

I nodded, still not understanding what it actually meant. I gave the walking stick to Mr. Yadav and helped him to stand on his own. Guru-ji offered 'Ganga jal' to me to clean my hands and after that showed me the position from where to offer the pranam. I went there and sat on my knees first on the floor and then stretched my body completely on the floor with my buttocks facing the roof.

Guru-ji: Stretch your hands forward for pranam. Is your navel touching the ground? Let me see.

Guru-ji did not give me an opportunity to react and he himself removed the sari off my abdomen and inserted his finger below to see if my navel was touching the floor. I had to lift my bottoms up a bit so that he could check and it was such a ticklish sensation as his middle finger touched my navel that I almost laughed, but controlled myself.

Guru-ji: Fine.

Saying that he took off his hand from below my belly and patted on my sari-covered ass cheek to get it down. I obeyed Guru-ji and also extended my arms above my head. It was so very clumsy to be lying on the floor upside down in front of two males. I noticed Guru-ji now helped Mr. Yadav to come near me.

Guru-ji: Kajal now you will carry the worship of Kumar to Linga Maharaj.

Me: How Guru-ji?

I had to ask now, as I was still not sure what exactly I needed to do. I saw Guru-ji helping Mr. Yadav to sit beside me.

Guru-ji: I told you Kajal. You will carry Kumar.

Guru-ji seemed a bit irritated having to say that again, but I was really puzzled now. What does he mean by "carry"? Does he mean.... Oh No! That can't be.

Guru-ji: Kumar, you stretch yourself on Kajal's back and whisper the mantras from this book, which are marked.

Mr. Yadav: Ji Guru-ji.

I had to say something now. Guru-ji was telling this man to lie on my back and whisper mantra in my ears! It was like I was lying in bed with my bottoms facing the roof and my husband on top of me enjoying me!

Me: Guru-ji, but this...

Guru-ji: Kajal, this is the custom of this yagya and the medium must abide to that.

Me: But Guru-ji, he is an unknown male...

Guru-ji: Kajal. Do as I say.

I noticed an instant change in Guru-ji's voice. It was an order and he sounded louder than normal and his voice was cold as steel. I did not have the courage to utter another word and I silently allowed what was to happen.

to be continued...

 

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#Katrina Kaif Private Lessons: Part-1

Life was always good on Tuesdays and Fridays, the two days a week I tutored for Sunny, a sophomore at PC whose father was a wolf of Wall Street and owned the gorgeous twelve room house that went along with the amazing Olympic size pool.

I'd been tutoring Sunny since High school and as part of my payment for saving him from failing English in his senior year I was told I could use the pool on the days of Sunny's lessons. So my routine was to be here a couple of hours before Sunny came home from his summer class, go for a swim and lay out in the sun.

While I was here it was easy to forget about the rest of the week and life itself. Easy to forget I'd caught my boyfriend of the last three years, cheating on me with Sarah, my best friend.

It was easy to forget that after I threw him out, money was tight and I was sweating the payment on the condo this month. It was easy to forget I was an English teacher who was considering taking another job, at least for the summer, to make ends meet.

Last summer I'd had a half dozen other high school and college students I gave private lessons to; spending the summer giving them a jump on their upcoming college semesters, but only three this year which didn't help my financial situation.

But for right now? It was Friday afternoon and I was in a cut two piece pink bikini I'd bought as a treat to myself and feeling sexy laying here by the pool in a well to do neighborhood and knowing the guy next door was watching me.

The yard was fenced in, but somehow the neighbor, I think his name was Ram, always seemed to be out on his second floor that overlooked the pool whenever I went swimming. I turned my head and sure enough there he was, 'watering' his plants.

I stretched again, making a show of arching my back and pushing my breasts out. I was pretty ample on top; probably not too large to be wearing this skimpy top, but I technically wasn't out in public and my breasts felt as if they were ready to fall out of the tiny cups.

Part of me thought about making that happen, give him a little nip slip, but Sunny was due home any time and it was bad enough I was going to let him see me in the bikini. I sat up in the chair, and enjoying my audience more than usual today, decided to add to the show.

I stood up and after lifting my arms to run my hands through my long, wet auburn hair and lifting my tits up to a saucier angle as I did so, I bent over and fixed the towel I'd been laying on.

The bottom of the bikini wasn't much more than a thong and I made sure to wiggle my well rounded ass while pretending to fix the towel. I thought of him watching me and felt warm from something other than the heat.

Not that I had any interest in him, he was married and older, and older men did nothing for me, but it was nice to be looked at. I'd wasted too much time with my boyfriend and his games. I'd let him take me for granted and put up with his couple of nights a week of wham bam sex rather than finding someone who would appreciate me and treat me like a woman.

One thing was for sure, it'd been a few months since I'd even had his limited attention and it was high time I went out and found someone to remind me I was an attractive woman and let me show them how much I'd appreciate their appreciation.

I lay back on the chair and feeling mischievous, looked directly at my admirer and blew him a kiss. He jumped as if he'd been shot and then gave me an awkward wave before running back into the house.

I stretched again and sighed as the material between my legs rubbed against my pussy. I placed my hand briefly over it and moaned as my fingers eased over my excited clit. I quickly moved my hand before I ended up sitting here playing with myself in public. Yes, it was time to throw on a short dress, some high heels and go find some fun.

I heard a car in the driveway announcing Sunny's arrival and thought maybe that was the type of fun I should look for, a nice good looking young cub. Not Sunny, of course. Sunny had just turned 18 or 19 and I wasn't sure I wanted that young, plus he was a good kid. He was a cutie, damn fine actually, but sweet and nervous, a nice kid.

Most decent guys my age were taken and the rest either jerks like, married and on the make or unfortunately single for a reason with a ton of baggage and looking for a mom as much as a girlfriend. There were a few good guys out there, but at this point I didn't want to be serious so that left me with few options.

A couple of my friends went out as cougars on the prowl from time to time and raved about sex with young men, not just the young hard bodies and stamina, but they were eager to please and acted like it was about the woman, not them.

I was getting warmer between my legs and pushed my feet against the bottom of the chair, working my thighs back and forth as I curled my toes and kneaded the chair like a cat. Damn, I was getting horny.

The fact Sunny was going to show up any minute added to that feeling. I would never go 'Mrs. Ram' on him, after all, if nothing else he was a student and his father didn't pay me to cock tease him, but I did enjoy doing just that because Sunny loved to look and I loved him doing it.

This was yet another reason to love Fridays.

I heard the gate open behind me and closing my eyes, pretended to be asleep. He had to pass me to go up on the deck and into the house and I figured I would let him get a nice long peek. I heard Sunny's footsteps approach on the walkway and then stop.

Behind my eyelids I sensed the sun dimming and knew he was standing over me. My breathing became heavier and not just to show off my tits, but because I could feel him staring at me.

I imagined his eyes roaming over my body, from my purple painted toenails, up my long legs and across my flat stomach.

I thought of his eyes lingering on my breasts, especially my now erect nipples poking through the thin material. I released a long sigh that ended in a soft moan while still keeping my eyes closed and pictured his young cock swelling as he stared down at me.

I should be ashamed of myself, but damn it was hot knowing this young kid was ogling me. I gave it another second then without opening my eyes said, "Hey, Sunny, how was class?"

I opened my eyes to see him already blushing.

"Oh, it...um, it was...um, good." He was nodding so quickly he looked like a bobble head and I had to struggle not to laugh. "H...how are you, Miss Katrina Kaif?"

"Sunny." I sat up and he stepped back so quickly he almost tripped, God he was precious! "I've told you before, call me Katrina. This is your house, not a classroom."

"Okay, Katrina." He bobbed his head again and this time I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You are, Sunny." I reached out and put my hand on his arm, "You're adorable."

"Thanks." His blush deepened and when he looked away awkwardly, I took a good look at him and thought adorable might not be the right term....delicious however, could work.

Sunny's father didn't want him lounging around all summer like his lazy, spoiled friends.

Sunny was wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt that accentuated the deep tan he'd gotten as well as showing off a damn sexy set of arms. He didn't have a large build, but his shoulders were wide and tapered down to his slender waist. His legs, protruding from a pair of jeans he'd cut into shorts, were well muscled from running and all in all Sunny had himself a nice tight young body.

He was the spitting image of his father, with a shock of thick curly dark hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes I could just imagine the girls his age getting lost in. Sunny was currently sweating and as I watched a drop of moisture slide down his neck to his chest I thought of following it with my tongue.

Sunny gave me a thrill, unintentional I'm sure, when he pulled his shirt up to wipe his face showing off his flat, hard and sweaty stomach. This time it was a drop heading for the edge of his shorts I wouldn't mind following with my mouth. Jeez, Katrina, settle down. Kid was only twenty, but hell, that was a man, just a young one.

"So you study this week or am I going to have to tear you a new one again?" I asked. Damned if I didn't want to tear something right now.

 

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He gave me the quick easy smile that was one of his best features. It was a sweet 'aw shucks' smile that always touched those gorgeous eyes and made you want to kiss him. He had to be killing it with the girls although I had never seen him with one.

"I studied." He sighed, "Not like I have much else to do."

"Oh, come on, good looking kid like you has to have a special girl," I winked, "Or two."

"No." he shook his head. "No girlfriend, so I just been working and studying the last couple of weeks."

"No girl? You're letting all this go to waste?"

Sunny blushed again and when I stood his eyes locked onto my breasts and the blush deepened. When he didn't look away and kept staring, I cleared my throat. "My eyes are up here, hon."

"Oh! I...I'm sorry, I was just um...I like your bikini."

"Thank you!" Unable to resist, I lifted my arms over my head and did a quick turn for him, showing off my ass. "You like?"

"Oh my god." He whispered, then his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe he'd said that. "I mean...I...jeez I'm sorry, Miss...Katrina."

"Don't be." I put my hand on his arm, admitting my long nails on his bicep. "A woman my age getting a compliment from a hot young guy like you made my day!"

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have said that."

"Why not? Nothing wrong with telling a woman she's attractive." I squeezed his arm thinking, goddamn, but to him I smiled and asked, "You're not very good with girls are you, Sunny?"

"I get nervous."

"No reason to. Sunny, you're a good looking guy and a sweet one and that's just as important, you need to be confident and go for it, trust me, I can't think of a young lady that would say no to you."

"Really?" he grinned, "You think I'd do okay?"

"You'd do just fine with me." I winked and had to bite my lip not to laugh at the look on his face, "Maybe you should think older; we ladies appreciate fine young gentlemen."

"You...you're messing with me." He laughed nervously.

No, but I'd like to be. I shrugged knowing it made my tits bounce and seeing his eyes follow them made that warm feeling return between my legs.

"Just being honest, don't waste your best years Sunny, find yourself a young lady" Or maybe a horny cougar... "Anyway, we're on your dad's dime now, so let me grab my stuff and I'll change and meet you in the kitchen okay?"

"Sure." He said.

I quickly turned around and bent over for him as I grabbed the short beach Rame I'd brought with me. I pretended to look for something in my bag, before zipping it and made sure to let my ass sway back and forth as I did. I looked to the side at the glass doors leading into the house and in their reflection saw Sunny standing there gawking at my ass.

I opened my legs a little wider and pictured him staring at the strip of material between my legs. Thought of him dropping to his knees and moving it to the side and shoving his face into my wet pussy. I so needed to get laid this weekend.

I stood up and turning around said, "Oh, you're still here."

"Um, yeah...I was just..."

"Just?" I raised my eyebrow and looked him in the eye. My eyes were a deep green and Sunny had once told me he thought they were 'pretty'. He tried to hold my gaze, but didn't last more than a few seconds before he mumbled something and started to walk away.

He stopped when a voice called out, "Hey, is today's lesson by the pool?"

We both looked to see Sunny's father, Harshad , leaning against the gate. Oh fuck, what the hell was he doing home and how long had he been watching?"

"Sorry, dad." Sunny spoke up, "I just got here and Katrina was telling me to get inside so we could start."

"No, my fault." I quickly slipped my Robe on, "I was talking to Sunny about work and wasn't watching the time."

"Well I'm assuming you'll stay the extra few minutes to make up for it?"

"Of course." I nodded, "I always give my students their money's worth."

"Maybe more than that in this case." Harshad said as he strolled over to us.

Uh-oh, I didn't like the tone of that remark and the following one did little to set my mind at ease.

"Katrina, could we speak for a few minutes before Sunny's lesson? Do you have time?"

"Of course." I told him I felt my stomach tighten. He'd been watching us and seen me flaunting myself at his son. God, I couldn't lose this job!

"Good." He looked at Sunny, "How about you take a shower. Miss Katrina Kaif doesn't need you sweating on her textbooks. She'll be ready by the time you come down."

"Sure, thing." Sunny hurried up the stairs of the deck and into the house.

"Sorry." I began, "I lost track of..."

"Harshad , please." He waved his hand, "I've told you before we don't have to be formal, right Katrina?"

"Of course not." I smiled, hoping I didn't look nervous.

"Good because we need to have a conversation and it may not be very professional." He gestured towards the small table next to the pool with a large umbrella over it, "Let's get into some shade at least."

He remained where he was and I walked past him to go sit down.

"Have to say that's quite the bikini, Katrina." He said as he walked over and sat across from me, "I had no idea you were so well endowed."

"Well you said I could use the pool." I didn't remark on his comment wondering if he was being sarcastic.

I had no illusion he was flirting with me; Harshad was not a rich playboy, he was always a gentleman and since his wife had passed a few years ago had dated several women, but always respectable ones and he was good to them, he was far from a dog.

"I did, but I would think seeing I have a 19 year old son you might have used some discretion with your attire." He grinned, "Let's face it, young men get excited over seeing a woman period and that bikini is let's say, minimal."

"You're right. I'm sorry." I nodded, "I won't wear it again, I wasn't thinking."

"Really?" He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, "You're an intelligent woman, Katrina, I would hazard to think you did think it through and were enjoying the reaction you knew that outfit would cause."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked, trying to sound put off.

"Katrina, may I ask you a question?"

"Yes, anything."

He leaned over the table and gestured for me to do the same. The table was small and when our faces were only about a foot apart he smirked, "Do you like cock teasing my son?"

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"What did you say?" Once again I went indignant, trying to cover up the fact I felt as if he had kicked me in the stomach.

"You heard me." He rolled his eyes, "Come on, Katrina, we're adults here. I got home right behind Sunny and I was watching. You were showing off and he looked like he was ready to pop and you..." He grinned, "Something tells me you were pretty close yourself."

"Harshad , that's hardly appropriate." I kept up the act.

 

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"Neither is that bikini or shoving your ass at my son and shaking it around." He sighed, "But all I want is for you to answer the question, and answer it honestly, do you like teasing him?"

"Maybe you should find another tutor." I made it up as if to get up. I couldn't lose this gig, but I couldn't admit I was teasing or it could be the end of my side job, hell my real job if Harshad wanted to push things.

"Katrina, please sit." Harshad spread his hands out, "Do I look upset? I'm simply asking a question and want a real answer."

When I remained seated, but didn't answer, he nodded.

"Okay, this is my bad as the kids say, I should have started this differently, but I wanted to have some fun with you." He tapped the table, "Katrina, what if I told you I am hoping the answer would be yes?"

"I would ask what game you're playing." For real, what was he getting at?"

"Right, I get it. You could get in trouble. Okay we'll try again. I'm hoping you were teasing him on purpose and if you were I can assure you, you're in no trouble at all."

I narrowed my eyes, "Have you been drinking Harshad ?"

"Katrina, I need help with something, something that involves Sunny, so one last time, were you teasing?" Before I could respond he added, "There could be something in this for you."

"In it for me?" I shrugged, "I'm getting curious and I'm taking you at your word." I sighed, "Yes I get a kick out of your son looking at me."

"Good." He laughed, "Not so hard, huh? Well I bet he was in fact I know he was, know how I know?"

"I don't think I want to know that." I shook my head.

"Katrina, remember last week I popped in right as you were finishing your lesson?"

"Yes."

"You left, Sunny went in his room and I had forgotten to ask him something so I walked in and caught him...well you know."

"You can call me a cock tease, but can't say jerking off?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Ha, good one." He laughed, "Guess it was a little awkward especially when I saw what he was jerking off to. It was a porn video."

"Nothing weird about that." I pointed out.

"The video was a teacher student thing. I stood behind him for a minute and couldn't help but notice the woman."

"Oh." I said simply.

"So the little shows you're putting on are getting results it seems."

"I am sorry; it was totally irresponsible of me and..."

"Here's the thing." He paused, "Katrina, I'm going to trust you with this. You've been tutoring Sunny since 3 years and I feel we know each other fairly well so I'm going to take a chance."

"With what?"

"I could care less Sunny is jacking off to porn with older women and teachers. If he's got a little crush on you? Fine, perfectly normal, you're a hot cougar to him."

"Thanks, I think."

"But the problem is all he does is jerk off..." He lowered his voice as if he thought someone were listening. "Sunny is a virgin."

"Really? But he's such a great kid! Not just looks either, he's nice." I grunted, "If nothing else you have money. I would think the girls would be on him just for that."

"Well in that case, I have no issue with him not falling for a gold digger, but he's just shy. Girls make him nervous and I can't get him going. I've set him up with friend's daughters, dragged him over to girls at parties to talk to them."

He slumped back in his chair, "He's interested, he'll talk to them, he'll go on a date, but never a second one and when I talk about it he gets all flustered, says he's not ready. He's 19 years old, a college sophomore! I don't want him getting married, but he should have some fun and it's not the girls, they run right up to them."

"I was talking with him about that, I asked if he had a girlfriend."

"I wonder if it's because his mom's gone and I never talked much about girls and sex. You know my mom died and I had no clue what I was doing either because my old man was too busy working to pay any attention to me."

"So what are you asking? For me to talk to him, tell him to go get laid?" I laughed, "He'd probably be too embarrassed to talk."

"Um, not exactly." Harshad resumed tapping the table nervously, "Know how I said I was like Sunny?"

"Yes."

"I was an attractive kid, a nice kid and girls flirted with me, but I was like him...just shy and scared and could never pull the trigger. I had chances, but I'd run with my tail between my legs."

"So what worked for you?"

"I'm getting to that. See my old man found out and he was outraged his son couldn't 'score' as he put it. So he did what he always did. He bought the solution."

"I'm not following." I said, confused.

"He picks me up from school, brings me to a hotel and leaves me with a hooker."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, she wasn't a young college age type, but much older, probably about your age."

"Watch it." I pointed at him.

"But looking much younger of course." He grinned, "But yeah, pops bought me an escort to show me how to be a man. I was a nervous wreck, but she was nice. We chatted, she went nice and slow, eased me into it. I'd see her once a week for a couple of months."

"All **censored**?"

"Yup, my old man wanted me to know how to take care of a woman and that was the thing about it. He didn't want her to just take care of me, he wanted her to show me how to please a woman, to be a good lover, and know how to make a girl happy. So she gave me some private lessons."

"I guess so."

"And it worked. Next time I saw a girl that caught my eye I had no trouble asking her out then letting nature take its course."

"Well that was still kind of crappy." I told him.

"It was, but he had no clue what to do and I had no mother to help with the emotional side of things so that's what I got."

"So what does that have to do with now?" I asked.

"Sunny is in the same exact spot and he needs to learn to be with a woman." He looked away, took a deep breath then asked, "Katrina would you be willing to teach him?"

I stared at him, was he serious? He was avoiding making eye contact with me which told me this probably wasn't a joke, if it was he would be watching for my reaction, not looking everywhere else. He then sealed it when he said softly, "I'll pay you."

"Are you fucking kidding?" I blurted out, "What do you think I am; a whore?"

"No, no!" He put his hands out in a calming gesture, "I'm sorry, I know how it sounds, but I don't really mean it that way."

"You just offered to pay me to have sex with your son." I threw my hands up, "Who's barely a man."

"Eighteen is barely a man. He's 19 and let's face it; you didn't mind flaunting your tits to him, now did you? I know I just asked something out of the ordinary of you, but don't get so puffed up, you were cock teasing him and loving it." He pointed, "So am I really that far off in asking?"

 

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"Ouch." I nodded, "Okay, you got me, but teasing and doing are different and I'm his tutor, having been doing that for almost three years, I know him."

"That's the point." He said quietly, "You know him, he likes you, and he's comfortable with you. It wouldn't be like my old man dumping me off with a stranger. Sunny would trust you."

"And I'd be earning that trust." I rolled my eyes.

"Remember, I was watching Katrina and it wasn't just Sunny that looked like he was ready to lose it, the look on your face was straight out of one of those porns he watches. You looked like you wanted to eat him alive."

"I know sex isn't everything. I've never been a player or womanizer and I don't want him to be one either, but he lost out on a lot of fun in High school and he's going into his second year of college and still a virgin!" "Come on, you remember college, think of the fun he's missing! These are the best years of his life and he's pissing them away because he's nervous." He laughed, "Come on, help the kid out!"

"I admit I've thought about younger guys in general lately, but Sunny is different."

"Only because you're afraid to lose the job." Harshad smiled, "And that will not happen, trust me."

"So say I did this. I seduce him; show him what he's missing. Then we just go back to talking about English composition? I'll be done as his teacher, I would have to be."

"Only if you want to." He said, "And what if I told you I have two people on the hook that need a tutor; I can get you more work. So if you wanted to quit here you'd be fine."

"You really think I'd do this? That I would take money to fuck a student? What if he says something? He's a kid, he'll brag."

"He won't because you'll tell him real men don't kiss and tell. That's one of his lessons; if you have sex with a girl you have a better chance of more if you don't run your mouth." He shrugged, "If nothing else, deny it and I'll refuse to believe him and stick up for you."

"You still assume I'd do it for money."

"Katrina." He grinned, "I know people, I make money knowing people. You broke up a while back and that's when you started really teasing Sunny. You just said you've been thinking about young guys."

He grinned as I frowned, and continued, "You commented you haven't had much of a life lately. All that adds up to you being frustrated and looking to ease that frustration. I'm offering you a chance to do that and help out Sunny at the same time."

"How magnanimous of you." I muttered.

"Oh, and there's your current financial woes as well." Reaching into his shirt pocket he removed a bundle of 2000 Rupees and held them up to me. "2 lakhs rupees..." He paused and looking me in the eye added, "Per lesson."

"I..." I swallowed, a grand? A grand per lesson? 10 or 12 lakhs would really ease my worries for the next couple of months and he'd mentioned....

"And the names of two possible students? That will pay my rate?" I asked.

"Right here." With a smile he turned the money over and I saw a business card clipped to it with names written on it. "I have highly recommended you; they're waiting for your call."

"But I only get the names if I seduce Sunny?"

"Of course, business is business." He put the money down between us. "Come on Katrina, this is win win for you! Money, more clients and you get to play out the graduate with a good looking boy who's already getting off to you.

"You said he was watching milf videos and one happened to be a teacher, doesn't mean it's me." I said lamely knowing damn well I'd done everything I could lately to make him think of me.

"Oh, it was you." He laughed, "I know because I talked to him and asked him if he thought of you like that."

"You did what?"

"Hey, it was a guy talk." He shrugged, "I told him you were pretty damn hot and he agreed and I asked if he thought of you and he admitted he's had some dreams about you."

"You didn't tell him about this did you?"

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, "I don't want to be like my father, I want him to think you're just coming on to him, that you're into him and want him. Come on, admit it. If you go home and think about this you're going to get hot and bothered, you know you want to."

"Is that so?" I said, but even I could hear my insincerity. **censored** to fulfill a fantasy and get some much needed relief.

"You're going to teach him, Katrina, not just let him fuck you. You're going to show him how to please a woman; you're going to show him on your body, you're going to enjoy this as much as he is. Hell, the kid will worship you! Isn't that the point with young guys? They appreciate it?"

"I..." I stared down at the money. "How many lessons do you think he'll need?"

"I'll pay you for three." He was all business now. "If you choose to continue to fool around with him past that, it's because you're having a good time and want to." He smirked, "Something tells me you the way you act around him, you might want to."

"So you'll think he's learning from a slut then."

"I'll think he's learning from a woman smart enough to make some money doing what she's playing with herself thinking of anyway."

"That's pretty crude." I informed him.

"But true. We're adults here, Katrina." He tapped the money, "What's it going to be?"

"I can't think about it?"

"No." He said simply. "I have to get back to the office for a late conference call and I want today to be the first lesson. So choose right now."

I leaned back in the chair and thought about it. I could so use the money and the clients could be worth a lot more than that long term and Harshad was right, I'd been sitting there thinking about making Sunny putty in my hands. But could I really go through with it?"

"Once, going twice." Harshad sighed and reached for the money.

"I'll do it." I said and watched him remove his hand from the money. "But I might not go all the way today, I want to go slow."

"It's your curriculum," He smirked, "I'll trust in your expertise."

To be continued...

 

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#Weekend fun story -- 4

Sunday

Me:- Are we all set for tomorrow, babe?

Sweta:- Yeeeesssss.

Me:- You know what to do, right?

Sweta:- Don’t spoil the mood, Rahul.

Me:- It’s important, babe.

Sweta:- Yes, I am not an idiot. Now shut up and keep fucking me in my ass.

I took my dick out of my girlfriend’s (partner in crime) asshole and slapped her ass cheeks really hard. I kept slapping till it got red and she begged me to stop.

Me:- This is important, bitch. If something goes wrong, we both end up in jail, moron.

Sweta:- Sorry, babe. I know. I know what I have to do tomorrow. Don’t worry, we can do it, babe.

Me:- You ruined my mood, whore.

Sweta:- I said am sorry. Are you now going to leave me like this? Please babe, fuck me.

I lay on my back with my semi-erect dick which was further losing its erection.

Me:- Look at my dick, bitch. Suck it and make it hard again then you can ride me.

Sweta:-Sure, babe. Anything for you dear.

Me:- Ohh, just shut up and suck me you whore.

I lay back with my hands under my head and watched my GF suck me, and later putting it in her pussy and ride my dick. I cum in her and pushed her away.

I grabbed a cigarette, gave Sweta one and we started smoking laying back on the bed with our backs on the bed rest.

Sweta:- I didn’t cum.

Me:- Not my problem, bitch. Now, shut up and listen. Let’s go through the plan once again.

Sweta was a bit sad, but I had bigger things to worry about than giving her an orgasm. She caressed my dick and kept moving her hand on my stomach and chest as I again explained the plan to her.

Me:- You enter the bank wearing your fake pregnant pillow at around 3 pm when there are only a few people. I come in at 3:10 with the gun and take you hostage and start demanding money.

With you a pregnant woman as my hostage, no one will dare to show heroism. I will order the staff along with the security guard to give us their phones which you will be collecting.

Then I move them into the lunchroom and lock them in there, with you as my hostage and only the bank manager with us who is also a female.

This is to our advantage as she will sympathize with you and won’t dare to do anything. We collect as much cash as possible and I with you as hostage move out of the building and will leave you in the bank.”

For 25 minutes, that’s how long it would take for the cops to get to the bank if someone, somehow alerted them. So, we got 20 minutes to do our thing.

I need to be out by 3:30. Next to the bank, there is a car parking tower. I will be hiding there. I have **censored** off the security. He will be switching off the cameras on all the floors.

He will say its maintenance, except the entrance. There is a small room on the 8th floor, I will be hiding there, so if the cops start checking the CCTV’s they will think I entered and left in any car that was in the parking.

The cops will think that I am in one of those cars. They would be thinking I escaped in a vehicle and will start the search while I will be hidden just next to the bank. Once the cops clear the scene, you come and pick me up.

Sweta:- I can’t wear the burqa, it won’t show the pregnancy.

Me:- Then wear just a headscarf and have reading glasses on. You know where the cameras are, so don’t look directly into them and you will be fine. And most importantly, you need to get the bank manager out of her office before I enter the bank.

Sweta:- I don’t know how to do that.

Me:- Just create a scene, you are a pregnant woman. She will come. And once I am out, you will be my eyes and ears. The manager will close the bank call the cops so you will be in the bank.

The cops will question everyone including you so don’t be scared, act scared. But, don’t worry, they won’t suspect you. The bank manager and staff will support you and that depends on how scared and terrified you act as I take you hostage.

Sweta:- When should I come and pick you up?

Me:- You keep informing me about the cop moment and when the area is cleared as per my satisfaction, I will call you.

Sweta:- What if the cops start searching the parking lot?

Me:- Hope that I don’t get caught. It’s just luck. If the cops think I escaped, they won’t search it and start looking for the vehicles that left the parking and track them down.

Sweta:- What if they seal the parking and start checking the cars coming out?

Me:- They can’t seal the parking forever. People would want to get their cars. Don’t worry, if needed I will think of something at that moment. And we communicate through WhatsApp.

Sweta:- Good then, we get rich tomorrow.

Me:- Yes, we do.

Sweta:- Your dick is hard. Please fuck me now, babe.

Me:- Hop on, bitch.

Monday 7 pm

Sweta:- They let everyone go after questioning. But cops are still here. They checked the CCTV.

Me:- What’s happening in the parking lot entrance?

Sweta:- They bought into your plan. I heard them talk. They think you have escaped. But they aren’t allowing any cars to enter and there are just two cops checking the cars that are coming out. What will you do now?

Me:- Are they checking thoroughly?

Sweta:- Nah… Just two fatsos asking name and checking the boot of the car.

Me:- Oh, okay. We need to improvise. I saw a woman come in at 4. She had an SUV with tinted glasses. I will wait for her to come back and take her hostage.

She will be scared and won’t talk to the cops. I will give you a message as soon as I reach the entrance. Just slip and fall in front of the cops. They will come to a pregnant woman’s aid. I will handle it from there.

Sweta:- Ok. By the way, how much did we loot, babe?

Me:- 1.25 Crores babe…1.25 crores.

I waited for the lady for almost 2 hours. I saw her coming and went and hid behind her car. As soon as she opened her car door, I came out behind her and caught her mouth stopping her from screaming.

Me:- Do exactly as I say or.. (She nodded in agreement).

Me:- Don’t you scream now. I will let go of you now. Tell me your name.

Woman:- Haripriya.

Me:- Ok, Haripriya. How old are you?

Haripriya:- 29.

Me:- Married?

Haripriya:- Yes.

Me:- Ok, I need you to get me out of here. So, for now, I am your husband. You drive and I will be sitting next to you. Alright?

Haripriya:- Ohk, Calm down. I will do exactly as you say.

Me:- Good. Get in the car.

She sat in the driver’s seat and I sat next to her. She was wearing a black coloured tight skirt which ended just above her knee and had a pink coloured shirt with a coat and briefcase in her hand.

I kept the money bag and the briefcase in the backseat and asked her to drive.

We reached the entrance. There were two cars in front and the two cops were checking it.

Me:- Give me your DL. (She gave me her Driving License.)

Haripriya . What’s your husband’s name?

Haripriya:- Rahul.

Me:- What a coincidence. Now I am Rahul. If the cops ask, that is what you tell them.

Haripriya:- I will help you.

Me:- Good. You got nice boobs. Open two more buttons and show them your cleavage.

She did as I said. I messaged Sweta to be ready and told her I was in the red car.

As soon as we reached the entrance, Sweta did her thing and one cop went to check her out and the other was standing next to our car and looking at Sweta.

Me:- Sir, can we go?

Cop:- Wait a minute. We need to check the IDs and the car.

 

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Me:- Sir, we need to go our kid is alone at home. We are husband and wife. Show him your ID, dear. (she handed her DL over to him).

Cop:- Is that your husband?

Haripriya:- Yes, he is my husband.

Sweta acted as if she was screaming in agony.

Sweta:- Ahhhh…!!!!

Cop:- Damn it! Okay, you can go.

He went to check on Sweta and I went with Haripriya.

Me:- Where is your husband?

Haripriya:- He is on a business trip.

Me:- When will he be back?

Haripriya:- A week later.

Me:- Good, take me to your home.

I messaged Sweta to go home and call me if it was safe to come. I went to Haripriya’s home which was about 20 minutes away from the bank.

We reached her home. It was a 2 BHK apartment in a high-rise building. Once we were in, I asked her to sit in on the sofa and be quiet. She looked pretty relaxed. I got a message from Sweta.

Sweta:- I am messaging from the bathroom. The cops are here asking me to help them draw a sketch of you. Don’t come home.

Me:- Okay, Let me know when it’s safe. I am in a safe place, don’t worry. And delete all my messages.

Sweta:- Okay.

Haripriya:- Can I have some water, please?

Me:- Sure. Even I will have some.

Haripriya got up and started moving to the bedroom.

Me:- HEY!!! Do you keep water in the kitchen or bedroom?

Haripriya:- I was going to the bathroom. I really need to pee first. All this is making me nervous. Please.

Me:- Where is your phone? Give it to me.

Haripriya handed me her phone and I followed her to the bathroom and waited for her outside the bathroom as she went in.

She went in and came out after a few minutes and went to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge. I was standing behind the door and couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.

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She drank first and then passed me the rest. I drank the water and we sat on the sofa. That was all I remember. I thought I was blacked out.

I don’t know after how many minutes or hours I woke up, but I was naked with my hands and legs tied to a bedpost. I had a pillow under my head. I was drowsy at first, but then came to my senses and started fighting to get out of the situation.

Haripriya:- Oh, You are up. Stop struggling. I have tied you up pretty well. You are just wasting your energy.

I turned my head sideways. I found Haripriya on her computer desk wearing only a bra and panty.

Me:- You bitch, untie me and let me go.

Haripriya:- Calm down, dear.

There was silence in the room.

Haripriya:-That’s much better. Now you are my bitch till I say so. I got tired of disconnecting your whore’s call so I broke your phone and am very sure that she ain’t going to the cops filing a missing report.

Me:- You broke my phone? How long was I out and why am I naked?

Haripriya:- It’s four in the morning, and you are naked because I want to fuck you, idiot.

She got rid of her clothes and stood completely naked in front of me. She was fair and looked beautiful. She had a well-maintained body with no fat except on her big ass which was bouncing.

She came and stood on top of the bed with both her legs on either side of my hips with her pussy right above my dick. She had a nice pair of tits.

Her jet-black hair was tied up nicely. She gave me a view of her pussy which had trimmed little pubic hair. She stood there showing off her hot body. My dick was starting to rise. She then knelt near me and started sucking my dick.

Me:- Let me go, you whore.

Haripriya:- Shut up, bitch.

She looked angry. I just kept quiet and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Besides, I too was enjoying her mouth on my dick.

She also licked my balls. She kept spitting on my dick making it really wet, her saliva was all over my dick and balls.

Haripriya:- You got a nice dick. 6-7″ long nice and thick. It will be good to fuck you bitch.

She sucked for some more time and came sat on my dick and started jumping up and down my cock with brute force. She adjusted the speed to her liking and kept fucking me.

Her moans told me how much she was enjoying it. She untied her hair and let it fall. They were nice and silky with little curls at the end coming up to her nipples. She flung her hair back and started pinching her nipples. She fucked me for 15 minutes.

Haripriya:- Oh, Yess… That’s good… I am cumming… Godddd!!! YESSS… That’s it.

She arched her back, threw her head backward, and kept riding me while pressing her boobs. All I could do was have a hard dick and watch her enjoy herself.

 

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As soon as she came, she got up went and sat on the computer chair, and started smoking.

Me:- Bitch, suck me off. I am not done yet.

Haripriya:- One more time you use such language with me, I won’t hesitate to call the cops and act like a victim. I ain’t your bitch, you are my bitch. My whore, get it? You satisfy me not the other way around. Go to sleep, asshole.

Tuesday

I woke up with her mouth moving up and down on my dick.

Haripriya:- Good afternoon. Finally, you woke up and so did your dick.

Me:- How long are you gonna keep me here?

Haripriya:- As long as I wish.

Me:- Please leave me.

Haripriya:- Why dear? You don’t like my tongue moving up and down your cock or you don’t like your dick inside my warm pussy?

Me:- Let me go, and I will fuck you even better and even give you some of my money.

Haripriya:- Your money? You bloody thief. I ain’t going to trust an asshole like you who took me hostage.

She got on top of me and started fucking me.

Haripriya:- Do you like it, bitch? Do you like the warmth of my cunt?

Me:- What am I supposed to say?

She started started jumping really wildly on my dick. The whole bed was shaking.

Haripriya:- Don’t give me an attitude or try being smart with me. Got it?

I nodded my head. She let go of my throat and kept riding my dick enjoying herself. I wouldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Who wouldn’t enjoy banging this beauty?! Her bouncing boobs and devilish looks were pumping blood in my dick. I was hard as a rock. She fucked me for 15 minutes, and we both came together.

The dominating girl fell on my chest and rested for some time with my dick still in her. As my dick went soft and came out, she got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself and came back.

Me:- I have to use the bathroom.

Haripriya:- Of course. I don’t want to fuck a dirty piece of shit.

She untied my legs but even trying to bend them was painful now. She had my legs tied and stretched for hours now.

Haripriya:- We have a good thing going here. Don’t do anything stupid and end it by dying.

Me:- Okay.

The dominant girl untied one of my hands. I was in pain. Even if I wanted to do something to escape from Haripriya, I couldn’t. I was just too tired and in pain.

Haripriya:- Now, untie yourself and go the bathroom.

I did as she said and went to the bathroom to have a piss and poop. After which she ordered me to go to the bath area. She had made arrangements all ready.

She had ropes tied to the towel rod which ended in knots. She ordered me to put my hands inside the knot loop and pull my hands downwards so that I get tied up again.

My fingers were pointing upward and they were only a few inches away from the towel rod. Basically, I was handcuffed to the towel rod which was just about my height.

Haripriya:- Very good. Nice and tight. This will be your daily routine. For you to piss, I have a tube on the bed which leads to a bucket. Just let me know when you need to pee, and I will help you. Don’t piss on my bed like a baby, ok?

Me:- Ok. How am I supposed to take a bath like this?

Haripriya:- Why do you think I am here?

She poured cold water on me. I got shivers followed by goosebumps. I was very cold but I didn’t protest. I liked and enjoyed my submission to her and gave a wicked smile.

My body was aching from being tied up and I weak as I hadn’t eaten anything since the robbery. But the beautiful cold-hearted bitch pouring cold water on me and soaping my body with her soft gentle hands was making me hard.

She hugged me as she soaped my back. With her tits pressed against my body, she moved down. Her tits were covered with water and soap. She soaped my ass and then the back of my legs, as she moved her hands to the front and started moving them from my foot to my dick.

My dick was hard by now. She soaped my dick while looking up into my eyes. I had never had such a wonderful experience. She applied a little soap on her boobs and started giving me a tit fuck.

Me:- Ahhhh… Wow!!! YESSSS.

Haripriya:- You like it?

Me:- YESSSS.

My dick was all lathered up and moving in between her amazingly soft tits. Her boobs pressed on either side of my dick and stroking it was giving extreme pleasure. But this bitch wasn’t keeping me captive to give me pleasure.

She stopped abruptly and poured cold water all over my body and cleaned me. She spat on my dick and gave it a few strokes and bent in front of me and made me fuck her ass.

 

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Haripriya:- YESSSSS….!!! That’s it…Come on, tear my ass apart…GIVE IT TO ME MY BITCH…FUCK ME!!!

I fucked dominant girl for some time but with my hands tied up and body drained of energy I couldn’t keep going. My dick was going soft and I stopped.

Haripriya:- What happened, bitch? Fuck me!

Me:- I want to but I am just too tired.

Haripriya:- Oh you cry, baby. Started whining again.

She started sucking me again but it wasn’t helping. She slapped me hard on my cheeks.

Haripriya:- Asshole! Can’t you even get it up?

Me:- I haven’t eaten anything. I am too tired.

She started bathing in front of me and fingered her pussy to give herself an orgasm.

Haripriya:- What’s the use of having a dick if I have to finger myself?

She untied me, and led me back to the bed and tied me up again but this time, didn’t tie my legs. She put on a t-shirt and went out of the room. She came back after half an hour with biryani and a bottle of water.

Haripriya:- Sit up against the bed-rest. I will feed you. Here, have some water first.

I drank the water and started eating the biryani.

Haripriya:- Sorry for being rude, dear. But I am taking care of you and all I expect in return is a hard dick to fuck. If you can’t do that, then obviously I am bound to get angry, right?

Me:- So, you are going to keep me here till your husband comes back? Is that it? Then what?

Haripriya:- My husband won’t be coming back. He died in a car accident last week.

Me:- What the hell? Then how long am I supposed to be here?

Haripriya:- Till the time I get bored of taking care of you and your dick.

I finished my lunch which she fed me.

Haripriya:- Rest for some time. I will be back a little later.

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I was woken up by the mistress after just half an hour of rest.

Haripriya:- Wake up, sleepy head. Listen to this. 1.5 crores stolen from a bank. The police are on the look-out for the thief. Thanks to the newspaper, I don’t have to count the money now.

Saying so, she removed her t-shirt and got naked again. She kissed me on my lips.

Haripriya:- Open your mouth.

She guided her tongue in my mouth and explored it. She started kissing me all over and reached my dick. She got into 69 position and told me to lick her cunt while she sucked my dick. I felt my dick get really hard. I felt different but also good from the amazing blowjob that she was giving me.

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After 10 minutes, the dominating babe got on top and started riding me.

Haripriya:- You want to suck my tits, dear?

Me:- Yeah.

She was gentle this time and was riding me at a steady pace. Even I was hot and giving started fucking her from below. We kissed a lot and I got to suck her boobs occasionally.

Whenever she was about to cum, she would increase the pace. She fucked me for at least 40 minutes during which she came thrice and the third time we both came together.

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Once I was done, she went to the bathroom and cleaned her cunt and came back and lay beside me with her head resting on my arm and her hand moving over my chest.

Haripriya:- That was awesome.

Me:- I never lasted this long. It was amazing.

Haripriya:- I fed you Viagra with your biryani, that is how you lasted this long.

Me:- You did what?!

Haripriya:- Relax, idiot. It was just a viagra.

I had given up all hopes. I was in a bad situation and there was nothing I could do. I had to surrender myself to her and pray that she got bored of my dick and let me go