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At Zakir's command, I sucked his dick bringing it back to life in its amazing size. Zakir asked Dipak if he would like to prepare me for Zakir to which Dipak readily agreed. The threesome foreplay continued for about an hour after which Dipak was ordered to take his seat on the sofa again while Zakir and me were on bed completely naked.

Zakir kneaded my boobs, kissed me sensuously, he played with my bums and then started sucking my clitoris. I was already in fire and having known the cuckold tendency of Dipak, my inner urge to get laid by Zakir only increased. I started moaning, literally like a whore. At one point of time it was unbearable for me and I pleaded to Zakir to put his tool in my pussy. But Zakir preferred to tease and asked me to say it loudly to make Dipak listen to my appeal.

When I said loudly, it wanted me to say clearly what did I want. I shamelessly said, "Please fuck me."

But Zakir was too naughty and he demanded that to quench the thirst of my hot pussy, Dipak should ask him to fuck me. I pleaded to Dipak and he in turn requested Zakir.

Zakir was very pleased. He asked me to spread my legs so that Dipak could take the pleasure of his wife's second bridal night. It was quite a hard job to accommodate Zakir's monstrous cock in my pussy. Zakir played for long making me suck and lubricate his tool. Then slowly inch by inch his cock started making its way. When it was half through, I felt it piercing through my tight pussy. I screamed in pain and requested him to stop. Zakir kissed me and reminded that it was the last part of my interaction and he gave a brutal thrust that seemed to tear me apart. I cried so loudly that even Dipak was startled. But then Zakir's tool was completely buried inside me in front of my husband.

Zakir started with rapid thrusts and once my excitement was built up, he lowered the speed. But by then I was crazy for rapid and hard thrusts and like a shameless slut was lifting my pelvic muscles to get more of his monster dick in my quim. I really couldn't say how long we actually ploughed each other. At one time both Zakir and me were sweating profusely as we both devoured each other with raw sexual desires. Looking at us, Dipak could not control and ejaculated. Zakir said to Dipak, "Your horny wife needs a stud like me. Don't worry, she will get regular service at her pussy."

Zakir made me experience orgasm after orgasm till finally I started biting his lips and scratching his back and Zakir accelerated his brutal thrusts on the walls of my love tunnel till he erupted in my pussy and we two entwined in deep passion of simultaneous orgasms.

Same night Zakir took me two more times and in front of Dipak. We joined the new jobs in the following week and Zakir became my another husband since then. In fact, Zakir is more like my husband now with whom I regularly go to bed while Dipak is like a lover with whom I make love whenever we get chance.

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Nivetha Pethuraj had been a police officer for the for four years now. Graduating the academy at the age of 25, Nivetha had quickly established herself as a competent young officer with a bright future in the force.

At 29 years old, 5'7" tall, and 121 pounds, Nivetha was an avid runner with a build that could best be described as athletic, but still soft and feminine. Nivetha had long hair and a pretty face, which gave her a girl next door look that bordered on beautiful. Far from being an asset though, Nivetha had often found her good looks to be an obstacle to her success, especially early on in her career. She found she had to go further and do more in order to prove herself to her peers and was always wary of hooking up with colleagues, lest she develop a reputation as the department slut.

And so for the first few years of her service she avoided dating other cops and built her reputation by making more felony arrests then most of the other women in the department, and by solving some more complicated investigations that would normally have been handed off to the CID.

Things were going great for Nivetha, she had met a man a year ago, an architect, and they had recently gotten engaged. And now she had just received word that she had been promoted to CID for all of her hard work and accomplishment - but that didn't mean she was going to take her foot off the gas. And so, with a couple weeks until she moved into her new position, Nivetha patrolled the subway looking for felony arrest warrants.

More specifically, Nivetha was looking for Jamal, a 30 year old well muscled black man standing 6'2" tall and weighing approximately 220 pounds. Jamal was a well known pimp and drug dealer who fed off the misery of others and Nivetha had recently received a tip from an informant that he was hiding out in this particular abandoned neighborhood.

Not ten minutes into her patrol, Nivetha turned down a side street and observed a man fitting Jamal's height and build walking down the street away from her patrol car. Nivetha couldn't make a positive ID as the man had his head down and the hood of his sweater up, so she slowly pulled over about 50 feet back of where he was walking and got out of her car. Nivetha called out to the man as he walked away, "Hey Jamal, what's up?"

He turned to see who was calling him and then, seeing it was the police, instantly took off running. Nivetha closed her door and chased after Jamal like a hound pursuing a fox, updating dispatch as she ran. Jamal sprinted across an empty and overgrown playground, down a street, and then cut through a vacant lot and into an adjacent alley that backed onto a row of abandoned houses.

Nivetha was closing the distance on Jamal and, as she entered the alley, was able to catch sight of the back door on one of the abandoned houses swinging closed. So intent was she on the chase that Nivetha ran right into the home without updating her location to the other officers who were no doubt starting to respond to the area to help.

As Nivetha entered the home she drew her pistol and made her way to the living room where she found Jamal bent over, hands on his knees, slowly catching his breath. Nivetha was a bit winded but not nearly as much as the muscular Jamal.

"Show me your hands," ordered Nivetha as she leveled her firearm, "Do it now!"

"Fuck off," responded Jamal who stayed where he was, slowly recovering his stamina.

Nivetha again ordered Jamal to show his hands and get down on the ground, this time taking one hand off her gun to reach for her radio in order to update her location. But before she was able to key her mic, out of nowhere, the handle of a broom came crashing down on Nivetha's wrist, knocking the gun from her hand. Nivetha yelped in pain and shock, turning to see a young girl, who had obviously heard the commotion and managed to sneak up on Nivetha unawares. Nivetha recognized the girl with the broom as Riya, one of Jamal's prostitutes with her own history of drug use and violence.

The momentary distraction was all Jamal needed and, lunging forward, he was able to spear tackle Nivetha with his shoulder and drive her back into the living room wall before she was able to recover her firearm. Nivetha impacted the wall hard, the air driven from her lungs as it was crushed between the home and Jamal's muscular shoulder.

Jamal quickly followed up with a rapid fire flurry of punches to the poor police officers midriff, causing Nivetha to collapse down the wall landing on her ass. Riya, in turn, grabbed Nivetha's gun, leveling it at her as she struggled to catch her breath.

"We got her baby, we got her!" shouted Riya with excitement.

"Yeah baby, you did good," replied Jamal.

As Nivetha caught her breath she knew she was in a a bad spot. She put her hands up to demonstrate she was no longer a threat, and told Jamal and Riya not to do anything stupid. Just then Jamal heard Nivetha's radio as the dispatcher asked for an update on her location.

"Don't," ordered Jamal as he saw Nivetha reaching for her radio, "Tell them that you made a mistake, you got the wrong guy, and that you're going to go back to the office to work on paperwork."

"Okay, okay," said Nivetha, who worried what Jamal and Riya might do if she didn't comply.

Nivetha calmed herself and then radioed the message, "Dispatch, everything is 10-4 here, wrong guy, I'll be heading back to the office shortly."

 

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Jamal breathed a sigh of relief and then walked over and took the gun from Riya, "Get her radio and gun belt," he ordered.

Riya moved to do Jamal's bidding but Nivetha, terrified at where things are heading, quickly objected, "Stop, I did what you asked, just get out of here and let me go."

"Shut up bitch," spat Jamal, "You'll do what I say or you won't be walking outta here, understand?"

And so Nivetha had no choice but to stand there as the hooker fumbled taking off her gun belt and radio.

"Now strip," demanded Jamal.

"What? No, please..." plead Nivetha, tears now forming in her eyes. "Please just let me go okay, I wont tell anyone about this!"

Jamal simply walked up and slapped Nivetha in the face, "Don't make me repeat myself pig."

Nivetha started to sob, tears running down her dark mascara. She kept her eyes on the ground as she slowly removed her vest, then her boots, followed by her shirt, pants, and socks. Nivetha tried to work for time but, standing only in her bra and panties, she knew it would likely be a while before dispatch became suspicious that something might be wrong.

"Good enough," purred Jamal, handing the gun back to Riya, "Now come here."

Nivetha slowly walked over to Jamal while meekly trying to cover her breasts and the soft mound between her legs.

"Kneel," commanded Jamal as he leered at Nivetha.

Nivetha obeyed, slowly getting down one her knees in front of Jamal. And that's when she noticed it, the bulge that had appeared to be building in Jamal's sweatpants. "Oh god," she thought, "This can't be happening!"

"Fuck me, if there isn't nothing sexier than a hot copper on her knees," teased Jamal as he grabbed his stiffening dick through his pants.

Jamal's comment was followed by an audible gasp from Nivetha as he pulled down his sweatpants revealing the biggest cock she has ever seen. As his cock literally sprung clear from the waistband of his sweatpants Jamal grabbed it, stoking it a couple times until it stood fully erect.

"Please," plead Nivetha, "Don't do this, I have a fiance!"

"Does he have a big dick like me?" asked Jamal as he observed Nivetha looking on in horror at his thick twelve inch black cock. Jamal didn't wait for a reply, he knew the answer and the question was rhetorical. He simply grabbed Nivetha hard by the back of her hair and pressed the giant tip of his dick to her lips.

Nivetha put her hands on Jamal's thighs and tried to push away but Jamal was too strong and, as he drove his hips forward at the same time she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, his cock pushed past her pursed lips and inside her warm mouth.

"Mmmm," groaned Jamal as he slowly pulled out and then thrust back into Nivetha's hot mouth.

Jamal continued to slowly push his swollen member into Nivetha's mouth. allowing her to accommodate to its size, until he had a full six inches buried up to her throat.

"Suck it," demanded Jamal.

Nivetha knew she had no choice and so she closed her eyes in shame and did as she was asked, moving her right hand from Jamal's thigh to grab his dick. Nivetha slowly started to work her mouth along his shaft, hoping to bring him to orgasm and end this terrifying and humiliating ordeal. As Nivetha sucked Jamal's dick he stripped off his sweater, revealing thick well defined muscle underneath. Nivetha's mind was filled with unwanted thoughts as she noted his physique and admitted to herself that his cock was literally twice the size of her fiances.

Nivetha moved her left hand off of Jamal's thigh and over to his big balls. She caressed them as she sucked his dick, noting how they had been shaved clean, Nivetha considered grabbing and twisting them but knew, from the corner of her eye, that Riya still had her gun trained on her.

Even still, Jamal must have gotten suspicious because he ordered her to take her hands off him. "That's it," he said as she put her hands back on his thighs, "Now look up at me, let me see those big eyes of yours as you suck my dick!"

Nivetha would've begged if she could have gotten a word out but as it stood she could do nothing but take what was given to her as Jamal started to slowly fuck her face. At the same time, Riya tucked the gun behind her back and dropped to her knees behind Nivetha.

"That's it baby, fuck her face, nut in her mouth," encouraged Riya, her breath hot on Nivetha's ear.

Nivetha then felt Riya's hands on her body as she reached both her arms around Nivetha, coming up under her breasts and popping the cups of her bra off so she could play with her tits. Nivetha groaned around Jamal's dick as Riya slowly started to caress her breasts and tweak her stiffening nipples.

Nivetha kept one hand on Jamal's thigh to keep him from choking her with his dick and, with the other hand, tried futilely to ward off Riya's stimulation. But as Nivetha pulled one of Riya's hands off her breast and then went to grab the other, Riya simply took her now freed hand and slid it down Nivetha's stomach and past the waistband of her panties.

Nivetha stiffened visibly as without warning Riya slid her hand over Nivetha's bald mound and slipped two fingers inside her embarrassingly revealing wet pussy. Nivetha let out a moan that only Riya heard as she pinched her nipple and pushed her two fingers deep inside her.

Nivetha gripped Riya's wrist, desperately trying to remove her hand from her pussy, but Riya had a tight grip with her two fingers buried inside Nivetha up to the middle knuckles.

"I know you love this bitch, your pussy doesn't lie and I can feel you getting wet," whispered Riya in Nivetha's ear.

"This bitch is wet baby, she loves it, fuck her face, cum for me baby," encouraged Riya to Jamal as he quickened his pace. Despite his previous order not to, Nivetha had to move her hand back up to Jamal's dick to prevent him from choking her with his length as he now aggressively fucked her face.

Nivetha pushed her hand down to the base of his dick and felt Jamal's balls tighten as his thrusts became more erratic. She tried to pull away but he held her firmly by the hair. A second later Nivetha heard Jamal groan and then felt him shoot thick streams of warm salty cum into the back of her mouth. The cum filled the little space left in her mouth and poured out from around Jamal's cock as he thrust a few more times before pulling out.

 

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As he pulled out of Nivetha's mouth, Jamal stroked his cock twice more, shooting two more streams of this cum onto the poor pretty face. Nivetha gagged and Jamal grinned as his initial load poured from her mouth, rolling down her chin, and falling onto the floor between her legs.

In humiliating fashion, Jamal slapped his wet dick on Nivetha's face before pulling her hair out of its ponytail and cleaning himself with it. Then, without any further ceremony, he simply pulled up his sweatpants and walked over to the couch where he sat down and started doing lines of coke from a bag he produced from underneath the coffee table.

At the same time, Riya pulled her fingers out of Nivetha's pussy, smelled them, and then made some sort of lewd comment before walking over to Jamal to show him the proof of her betrayal. To be honest though, Nivetha was in such a terrible state of shock that she barely noticed. She spat the remaining cum from her mouth onto the large puddle on the floor and then slowly and pathetically started to crawl toward her clothes.

"Where do you think you're going slut?" asked Riya as she put the gun down on the coffee table and sauntered over toward Nivetha, "Come back here and clean up the mess you made on the floor!"

Nivetha ignored her and continued crawling which really pissed Riya off. And so, without warning, the girl walked up to Nivetha, planted her foot on her ass, and pushed her down onto her stomach. At that point something inside Nivetha snapped and she turned and attacked Riya, tackling her to the floor.

Nivetha and Riya rolled around on the dirty living room floor hitting and scratching, each trying to get the dominant position on the other. Jamal got hard again watching Riya fight the mostly naked cop and stroked his dick while he watched the show from the couch.

Riya fought dirty, grabbing Nivetha's tits hard and clawing them. Nivetha grunted, crying out and at the same time rolling Riya onto her back so she was positioned in her guard. With no intention of fighting clean herself, Nivetha drove her knee up between Riya's legs and connected hard. Riya screamed and let go of Nivetha's tits to clutch her injured pussy. Seeing red, Nivetha mounted Riya, trapping her hands, and rained down blows to her tits and face.

Nivetha only stopped when she saw Jamal walking towards her, now fully naked, and rock hard as though he hadn't just got off in her mouth. Nivetha's eyes widened in horror when Jamal grabbed her by the hair, lifted her to her feet, and then simply dragged her into an adjacent bedroom, throwing her down onto a dirty mattress on the floor.

Riya came running in after the two, likely in hopes of continuing their fight, but Jamal pushed her aside and told her to sit down and enjoy the show.

Nivetha had landed on her back and raised her feet to fend off Jamal as he approached the mattress. But he was too powerful, easily moving past her feet and into her guard where he proceeded to rip her bra from her chest. Jamal grabbed Nivetha's breasts and sucked first her right and then her left nipple into his hungry mouth.

"AHHHH, STOP!" moaned Nivetha, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as Jamal continued to suck and play with her tits. What's more, Nivetha could feel the head of his huge cock pressing up against her pussy, the thin material of her panties straining to keep him from spearing her.

Nivetha struggled under Jamal as hard as she could, pushing on his muscular chest and shoulders, and using her feet to try to push his hips, but he was just too strong. Jamal just pressed forward, rubbing his dick against Nivetha's panty covered pussy while sucking her tits. Eventually, tired of being frustrated by her underwear, Jamal reached down, grabbed the waistband of Nivetha's panties, and tore them so they fell open on one side, hanging on only to only her left leg.

Nivetha screamed and struggled even harder knowing she was about to be raped. But Jamal simply grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with one hand while trying to cover her mouth with the other. Nivetha turned her head to speak and plead with Jamal.

"Please" begged Nivetha as she felt the head of Jamal's cock line up with her pussy, "I'm engaged, please don't do this, please don't!" Jamal just smiled and stared into Nivetha's eyes as he pushed his hips forward ever so slightly until the head of his cock had pushed her pussy lips apart.

"Damn bitch, you're wet," commented Jamal as the head of his cock rubbed up against her pussy lips.

"Fuck, stop," plead Nivetha as Jamal thrust forward, burying the first two inches of his thick cock inside her, "Please, you're too big!"

 

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Jamal grabbed Nivetha by the hips as he slowly worked his huge cock inside her, pushing in, pulling out, then pushing in a bit more. Nivetha continued to moan and protest as she felt her pussy stretch. Nivetha pushed against Jamal's chest as she was impaled by Jamal's monster cock until he'd finally buried his full length inside her and his balls pressed up against her asshole.

As soon as he'd fed Nivetha his full twelve inches, Jamal felt her body tense and then suddenly relax as she finally surrendered. Nivetha went from pushing to simply resting her warm hands against his muscular chest, while spreading her legs and putting her feet on his hips. Jamal took a moment to admire just how sexy Nivetha was, with her perfect soft skin, firm tits, nice round ass, and a tight little bald pussy gripping his hard dick.

Jamal then leaned forward and kissed Nivetha, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cum. She turned away immediately and so he postured up, put one hand on her hip and used the other to brace himself off the mattress. This allowed him to pull his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back home in one full thrust.

"Ohhhhgawwwwddd," whimpered Nivetha, leaning her head back as Jamal took her with deep powerful strokes, each one eliciting another soft feminine whimper.

Nivetha had never felt so full in all her life and, as Jamal continued to slam into her, she looked down to see his huge cock coated in her pussy juice. Nivetha whimpered and moaned like a slut as she watched Jamal pound her tight pussy without mercy. Jamal knew the effect his dick had on women and he was determined to fuck this young hot cop until she came all over him.

Jamal moved his hands to Nivetha's thighs, pushing her legs down and apart so he could go even deeper. Nivetha groaned loudly, closed her eyes, and reached out, gripping the soiled mattress with both hands. "Stop" she moaned, "Oh my God, my pussy, oh fuck, please stop!"

But Jamal knew she didn't mean it. He felt her hot cunt gripping his dick tightly and knew she was close to cumming. "That's it slut, take that big black cock. You know you like it, cum for me bitch," taunted Jamal as Nivetha writhed underneath him.

Nivetha couldn't help it, her hips started rising to meet Jamal's thrusts, and she opened her eyes again to look down at the incredible dick that was pounding her pussy into oblivion.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh fuck, no, oh fuck, please, oh my god no, uh , AHHHH, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM, FUCCKKK!!" screamed Nivetha in abject surrender as she was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life.

Jamal watched Nivetha squirm and shake underneath him as she forgot herself and grabbed her own tits, tweaking her erect nipples. He slowly pulled his dick out of her with an audible plop and took a moment to admire her as she lay there, covered in sweat, breathing heavy and gently shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jamal grabbed the remnants of Nivetha's underwear and slipped them down and off her smooth sexy leg, using them to wipe her cum from his cock before throwing them to the floor. He then grabbed Nivetha by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Nivetha meekly tried to push herself up but Jamal pinned her down by the back of the neck with one hand and used the other to lift her hips up and off the soiled mattress. "Head down, ass up baby," smirked Jamal as he lined up his hard dick with her still tender pussy.

Nivetha grabbed a nearby pillow and, bringing it to her mouth, bit down to keep from screaming out as Jamal grabbed her hips and took her from behind. With her head on the mattress and her ass in the air, Jamal was free to fuck Nivetha as hard and as fast as he wanted and he certainly did just that, the room filled with the loud wet slapping sound of his hips connecting with her round ass.

Nivetha screamed into the pillow, her body rocking forward as Jamal fucked her as hard as he could with all twelve inches. Nivetha could do nothing but grip the mattress, bite her pillow, and take it as her usually tight pussy was stretched and fucked to its limits.

Not even a minute passed before Nivetha's soft grunts and pathetic whimpers started to telegraph the onset of another orgasm. "Oh god not again" she thought as the warm feeling in her sodden cunt started to radiate out and she unconsciously started pushing her ass back in time to Jamal's thrusts.

"Oh god, fuck me," whispered Nivetha as her pussy tightened up on Jamal's cock for the second time. It was all too much for Jamal who grunted loudly as his balls tightened in response and let loose a flood of cum.

Nivetha let out a desperate whimper and then cried out, arching her back as Jamal's seed exploded inside her, bringing her to climax. Her whole body tensed as she came, screaming into her pillow, her pussy squeezing around Jamal's cock, milking the cum from his dick.

Jamal collapsed on top of Nivetha, flattening her out on the mattress, his sweaty chest pressed onto her back. Nivetha groaned again as she felt Jamal's cock throb and shoot a couple more loads inside her before gradually softening and slipping from her pussy. "Thanks for the lay bitch, never fucked a cop before," said Jamal as he lifted himself up off the mattress.

 

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Nivetha pulled her legs up, turning onto her side and curling into the fetal position. She reached down to her battered and used pussy, and shuttered as she felt Jamal's cum leak out from her in warm thick gooey rivulets that ran down her ass to pool onto the already soiled mattress.

Nivetha laid still and watched as Jamal cleaned his cum covered dick off with her panties again, this time putting them in his pocket, no doubt intent on keeping them as some sort of trophy. She then noticed Riya for the first time as she started slowly taking off her own clothes, but Jamal yelled out, stopping her in her tracks, "Leave her. We don't have time for that shit."

Just then Nivetha noticed the magnificent sound of sirens in the background, slowly getting closer, "Someone finally realized I'm not back at the office," she thought.

"Be glad your pig friends are coming to rescue you, otherwise you'd be spending the rest of the day licking my pussy," threatened Riya as she advanced on Nivetha.

"And don't even think of telling them what happened, not unless you want your fiance and all of your family and friends to see the porno I shot!" Riya then held her phone in front of Nivetha's face and pressed play on one of the videos she took, "This one is my favorite," she said, "You can really tell you're getting into it as you fuck back on my mans dick!"

A look of shock came over Nivetha's face, she'd been so out of it that she hadn't even noticed that she was being filmed. "Oh my god," she thought, remembering some of the things she had did and said.

"That's right slut," laughed Riya, "'AHHHH, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM', haha you fucking slut!"

"Come on," said Jamal, pulling Riya away, "Time to get going."

And with that both Jamal and the Riya ran out of the house leaving Nivetha all alone on the mattress, covered in sweat and cum. Nivetha took a minute to compose herself before getting up on wobbly legs. She couldn't believe how sore she was, never in her life had she ever been fucked so violently or by anyone near as large as Jamal. She slowly hobbled over to the living room where she found all of belongings, including her gun.

Nivetha collapsed to her knees and sobbed as she collected her stuff, the last string of Jamal's cum falling from her pussy to the dirty floor. With nothing to clean herself, Nivetha was forced to use the inside of her shirt to wipe all of the thick cum that had leaked from her swollen aching slit to cover the inside of her thighs.

It took her a few minutes but Nivetha finally managed to get dressed and make it out of the abandoned house.

She ran into her coworkers down the block. They were doing a house to house search and when they found her she lied and told them she got jumped from behind and knocked out after her last transmission. None of them seemed too suspicious of the fact she lacked any sort of head wound and thankfully by some miracle none of them noticed any of the "stains" on her exposed face, hands, or hair.

Nivetha was back to work within a week, her cover story not really giving her much of an excuse to take more time than that off. It didn't take long for Jamal to get picked up on his warrant and thrown back in jail. As far as Nivetha could tell he hadn't told anyone about what happened, at least if he had it hadn't gotten back to any of the officers at the detachment.

With Jamal out of the way, Riya ended up getting pinched on a small time drug possession charge and was living at a halfway house pending her trial. Nivetha didn't know if what happened to her would get out, but she knew that if she were to have any sort of plausible deniability that she had to at least get that cell phone back from Riya.

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Mansion House S2 E12

The farm around her seemed to extend for miles and miles. Anushka, in an antiquated, long flowing dress, walked toward the barn. She cradled her swollen belly in her hands. The clouds glowed pink on the horizon, but she didn't know if that was east or west. Was the day in its infancy or at its end?

A rhythmic sound of water splashing caught Anushka's attention. She wandered through the barn door. Not water, but milk. A farmgirl sat on a stool, milking a cow with bloated udders. The girl was dirty, with a lean build, and blond hair. She turned when she heard Anushka's footsteps.

"Are you lost, ma'am?" The farmgirl's smile was warm and friendly.

"I don't know. I can't find home." Anushka looked around the barn. There was another cow, two horses, and some ducks softly quacking in the corner.

"Oh, you're talking about the Nayantar House. It's up the road a way." The farmgirl's eyes knitted with concern. "But you don't want to make your home there. You wouldn't believe what Mr. Vijay did to his wife." She turned back to her milking, still talking casually, as if engaged in neighborhood gossip. "There was a grand old clock at the top of the stairway. In a fury, he tore the thing open, removed its workings, and went searching for his pregnant wife."

"I don't think I want to hear anymore." Anushka shivered in the cold. She still didn't know if it was dawn or dusk. The milk splashed rhythmically in the bucket.

"When he found the lady of the house, he sliced her right open and pulled her workings right out of her. Just like that. He then stuffed what he had of the clock inside her." The farmgirl continued to squeeze the udders, not looking back at Anushka. "But that's not the worst of it. The man then took her workings up to that hollowed out clock and placed them neatly inside. And ... somehow, the clock started right back up ticking again. That enraged Mr. Vijay something fierce, but even as they took him away, the clock struck the hour like it always did."

"God help me." Anushka backed away from the girl, watching her blond hair shake slightly with her movements.

"Don't you see?" The farmgirl kept on with her work as she talked. "God doesn't want to help you. Mr. Vijay is the hand of God. You need to seek help from those wronged by Him. Not those doing terrible things." The milk splashed in the bucket. Splish, splash, splish, splash.

Anushka woke with a start. The rhythmic sound of milk flowing had somehow followed her out of her dream. She blinked her eyes in the dark. She lay on her back in bed, and someone was on top of her. Anushka knew who it was. "Ileana," Anushka whispered. "I told you, not with Ganesh here."

"Mmmmmppphhhh." Ileana didn't respond, she kept gulping down milk from Anushka's left boob.

"Ooohhhhhhh, Ileana." Anushka couldn't help herself. She cupped the woman's wavy hair and held her head to her breast. Ganesh snored just a foot away. This was too much. Ganesh would find out about everything if she couldn't put a lid on the naked woman writhing on top of her. Oh, no. Anushka realized that Ileana had forgotten her modesty. Anushka could feel their skin to skin contact. The woman was so warm. Ileana's thigh nudged in between Anushka's legs and rubbed up against Anushka's panties. "Aaaaaahhhhhh." Anushka sucked her breath in. The thigh rubbed and rubbed against Anushka's pussy.

Ileana lifted her mouth off Anushka's nipple. "I have never felt more safe than at your breast. Let me make you feel good, too." She rocked her hips against the larger woman. From the sounds Anushka made, she knew it was working. The pleasure consumed the rest of the world so completely that Ileana didn't even care that her rocking motion might wake Anushka's husband. She placed her mouth on Anushka's right nipple, and drank some more.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ooohhhhhh." Anushka loved the pressure of Ileana's breasts on Anushka's round belly. "Ileana ... Ileana ... you're going to make me ..." Anushka's hips writhed with Ileana's. "It's ... good ..." Anushka bit down on her blanket and trembled out her climax. "Mmmmmmmppppphhhh." When Anushka was done, Ileana still moved on top of her, gulping milk. "We ... have to ... stop," Anushka whispered.

"Anu?" Ganesh rolled over. "What ...?" Sleep wouldn't quite leave him as he tried to pull himself awake.

Anushka panicked. She pushed Ileana off her, so that the poor woman fell right out of bed on the floor with an audible "oof." In the same move, Anushka reached over and pushed her husband out of the other side of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow." Ganesh rubbed his head. "What happened?" He sat up and looked at his wife in bed in the starlight.

"You must have had a nightmare, Ganesh. You jumped out of bed." Anushka looked at him with honest concern.

"I did?" Ganesh got to his feet and climbed back into bed. "I was having a nightmare."

"Are you hurt?" Anushka rubbed his shoulder.

"No, I'm fine." Ganesh put his head on the pillow. "I'm just tired. I have more work in the basement tomorrow. Need to get some rest." And within twenty seconds he snored again.

"Ileana?" Anushka looked over the edge of her side of the bed. The naked woman hugged the cold floor. At least Ileana had the sense to stay hidden. "We need to talk," Anushka whispered. She slipped out of bed, pulled the woman to her feet, and led her out of the bedroom by the hand. She quietly closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry." Ileana stood naked in the hall, shivSnehag. She looked up into to Anushka's eyes, but everything was dark. "I don't know what came over me. I ... just ... need you."

"Look, I understand." Anushka, naked but for her soaked panties, put her hands on Ileana's shoulders and leaned forward to bring herself down to Ileana's level. She was aware that her breasts now dangled out in the open. "But my marriage is sacrosanct. We have to respect Ganesh. If you need me, come wake me up and I'll join you in your room."

"What?" An unexpected smile crept over Ileana's face. "Really?"

"Really." Anushka nodded. "Have you had enough milk for the night?"

"Could I have more, please?" Ileana wasn't sure if she was being greedy.

"Of course." Anushka took her hand and led her into the guest room. "All you have to do is ask."

~~

 

[hotaks]

The Family decided to fill their house for New Year's Eve. They invited friends from school, and their old neighborhood. They didn't expect to have such an expansive house again once they sold the mansion. So, New Year's was as good a time as any for a big party.

"Should we be drinking champagne?" Anu Emmanuel stood with her back to a roaring fire in the home's main living room, Shriya had an arm casually over Anu Emmanuel's shoulder.

"It's not expensive champagne. Just because we live in a mansion, doesn't mean we're rich." Shriya had rosy cheeks, and a certain loss of inhibitions. It wasn't her first sip of champagne that night.

"I just mean, I'm still three years away from twenty-one." Anu Emmanuel looked at her plastic cup with its bubbling, golden liquid.

People milled around the room. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

"Come on, girl. You've got blue hair for heaven's sake. Drink with me." Shriya clanged her cup against Anu Emmanuel's and took a sip.

"Ileana." Shriya smiled over at her girlfriend. "Come have a drink with me."

"Happy New Year, Shriya." Ileana walked over to Shriya, gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek. "But no alcohol for me, thank you."

"Are you ...?" Shriya looked down at the woman's long, formless dress. It was hard to tell if her belly was growing. But then again, she'd seen the woman naked plenty that week, and Ileana's tummy seemed pretty flat.

"No, no. It's prohibited by my religion." Ileana continued to smile as she adjusted her hijab. She looked over at Shriya's pretty friend. The girl was Shriya's age, and seemed innocent enough. But Ileana couldn't read people like she used to. She felt her face growing hot. It was such a short time ago that she'd never had a naughty thought, especially not about other women. Times had changed. "Is your mother around?"

"She's over there." Shriya pointed to the other side of the room, where Anushka stood talking to Sneha and her husband.

"Do you mind if I ...?" Ileana felt so embarrassed asking for permission to leave a teenager. But there she was.

"Go ahead. Run along. We'll catch up with you later." Shriya smiled and waved to Ileana as the wove through the crowd.

"That was weird." Anu Emmanuel frowned at the woman.

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Hello, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan looked over at Shriya's friend, as she stood there awkwardly. "You don't hear it?"

"Um ... uh ..." Anu Emmanuel wondered at the way Krishan's sister-in-law looked at him. Hansika seemed to be just as infatuated with Krishan as Anu Emmanuel was. But that was impossible. "Um ... well ... hello."

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you." Krishan dropped Hansika's arm, handed his drink back to his sister, and reached a hand out to Anu Emmanuel. "Got a minute?" With each tick-tock the clock grew louder.

"Sure." Anu Emmanuel blushed profusely, and took Krishan's hand.

"I'll be right back." Krishan winked at his smirking sister and his frowning sister-in-law. He led Anu Emmanuel through the crowded room, out into the hall, and down the basement stairs. Mercifully, the basement was empty. The clock tick-tocked its way toward midnight somewhere in the house.

 

[hotaks]

"What's up, Krish?" Anu Emmanuel tried to sound casual as they sat next to each other on the sofa. She smoothed out the fancy dress she wore for the party.

"I think you're beautiful, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan put a hand on her thigh.

"Really?" Anu Emmanuel's blush deepened.

There was a pause. "Well, what do you think of me?" Krishan rubbed her thigh gently. Confidence was so easy once acquired. Before the mansion, Krishan would have died in such a position.

"I think you're cute." Anu Emmanuel reprimanded herself. That wasn't the right thing to say. "I mean, I like you." No, that was too forward. "I mean, I saw your dick and ..." Oh shit, that was really too forward.

"Don't worry, I get it." Krishan leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He brushed some of her blue hair off her forehead. He kissed her again just as the clock chimed midnight. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Do you hear that?"

"The clock? Yeah, it's midnight." Anu Emmanuel nodded. She realized she'd been holding in her breath. She let it out. The room buzzed around her. She hadn't had that much champagne.

"Here's to more kisses in the new year." Krishan leaned in and darted his tongue into her mouth.

"Yyymmmm pppplllllttthh." Anu Emmanuel put her hands on his shoulders. What a delight that he was such a good kisser. And that he was kind enough to look past her awkwardness. As the clock's resonant chimes echoed through the house, Anu Emmanuel thought this was the best way to ring in the new year. The crowd cheered midnight up in the living room. She didn't even push Krishan's hand away when it cupped her left boob. The moment was so magical that as the clock finished its twelfth chime, she felt the vibrations from it continue, making the house swim around her. It was almost like they were lost in time.

"Oh, sorry." Ganesh walked down the stairs and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. "I have to fix something in the laundry room."

Krishan broke his kiss, but kept his hand on Anu Emmanuel's handful of boob. "Dad? It's New Year's Eve. What the heck?"

"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Why is your dad fixing something in there now?" Anu Emmanuel was a little weirded out by the older man.

"He's been obsessed with a valve in there for a while." Krishan shrugged. "Where were we?" He kissed Anu Emmanuel again. He felt her tense this time, but she quickly relaxed.

Nayanthara stood in the shadows watching the lovebirds. Clearly the powers of the house had changed. She waxed and Vijay waned. The Krishan Family were truly a delight.

Anu Emmanuel and Krishan made out for about a half hour and the house continued to swim and vibrate around them. Both forgetting about Ganesh in the next room. Eventually, they pulled themselves away from each other and went back to the party, holding hands.

~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Krishan squeezed Hansika a little closer, he could feel her expanding belly on his side. "Is Karun around?" He scanned the room looking for his older brother.

"I think he was busy talking to one of his buddies." Hansika nodded across the room.

"Good." Krishan winked at his sister. "See you two in a little bit." He smiled at Anu Emmanuel, who had the strangest look on her face. He led Hansika down the hall, past a few people laughing and talking by the stairs, and into the library. "I wanted to ring in the new year with you. I hope you don't mind if you're not kissing your husband at the stroke of twelve."

"I don't mind." Hansika pulled up her dress, exposing some lacy panties she'd put on for Krishan earlier, hoping for that exact moment between them. "But I don't want just a kiss." She turned around, spread her legs, and stuck her butt back at her brother-in-law.

"You're such a romantic." Krishan was already painfully hard. He dropped his pants and boxers and stepped up behind her. "Such a nice ass." He slapped at her alabaster ass-cheek.

"Ow. Thank you, Krish." Hansika shivered. She felt him push her panties to the side and slide in. She was so wet for him. "Next year ... ugh ... I'm having your baby."

 

[hotaks]

"We should ... ah ... ah ... start talking about names." Krishan grabbed her hips and got into a good rhythm.

"Ooohhhhh. You want ... to name ... the baby?" Hansika marveled at how loud the clock was.

"It is ... mine ..." Krishan could hear the clock strike midnight. The muffled sound of the crowd cheering filtered in from the living room. The house swam around him as he pumped her harder. He leaned forward, grabbed her blond hair, and twisted her head sideways so he could give her the traditional midnight kiss.

"It is ... yes." And suddenly she was kissing Krishan over her shoulder, as the clock turned one year into the next. Last New Year's, she'd mostly pitied Krishan. Now she pitied her husband. Karun was just a few rooms away, but he was a universe away in her mind. The world around her blurred as pleasure took hold of her body.

When the clock finished chiming, Krishan broke the kiss. He still felt the vibrations moving through the room. "You're mine. But I'll loan you to my brother."

"Yes." Hansika shuddered, her orgasm almost upon her. "The baby's yours. I'm yours. Forever, Krish."

Krishan still held her hair, but gave her a little slack as she came on his dick. He hoped she wasn't being too loud. He didn't want to alert any of the guests to their activities.

Behind the mating couple, Nayanthara looked on, rubbing her round belly. This would be the year. A warm bright smile spread across her pretty lips. The clock was almost worth it. Almost. She watched them copulate for a while longer and vanished right after Krishan emptied himself deep inside Hansika.

~~

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Shriya looked over at her brother and winked. "Keep the drink, Krish." She took Anu Emmanuel's hand and led her out of the room. "I want to show you something." Shriya led Anu Emmanuel upstairs, giving her friend's butt a little smack as Anu Emmanuel climbed ahead of Shriya.

"Shriya." Anu Emmanuel looked back at her friend and smiled. "Hands off the merchandise."

"You saving yourself for my brother?" Shriya gave her butt another light smack as they crested the stairs. She pulled Anu Emmanuel playfully over to a sofa hiding in the shadows of the open living room. The sofa was positioned to look out a grand window, taking in the snowy fields around the house. A perfect spot.

"Don't tease." Anu Emmanuel sat down next to Shriya and put her head on her friend's shoulder. "Obviously. You know I like him." Anu Emmanuel had the strangest sense that something very good had already happened with Krishan, but couldn't quite remember what it was.

"And what about me?" Shriya looked out over the moonlit snow. She put an arm around Anu Emmanuel's narrow shoulders. The clock tick-tocked louder. It sounded like it was right behind them, but of course that wasn't so.

"You're my friend." Anu Emmanuel's shoulders tensed a little under Shriya's arm. "I ... um ... I'm not into girls." The clock ponderously struck midnight with deep, musical notes. Anu Emmanuel could hear the crowd cheering down in the living room. The house shook a little and moved ... unnaturally. Was it actually moving?

"Kiss me, I might surprise you." Shriya put her finger on Anu Emmanuel's delicate chin and turned her pretty face toward Shriya's waiting lips. As one year changed into a new one, she slipped her tongue into Anu Emmanuel's mouth. For a horrifying second, Shriya thought Anu Emmanuel really wasn't into girls, and she'd made a huge mistake. But the girl in her arms softened, her tongue became playful, and she kissed Shriya back.

"Mmmppphhhh." Anu Emmanuel gave into the make-out session. She really had thought she wasn't into girls, but Shriya quickly changed her mind. She even let Shriya's hand snake its way up and cup Anu Emmanuel's left boob. It felt so good.

Shriya broke the make-out session and kissed her way over to Anu Emmanuel's ear. She nibbled on it and looked out at the snow. She could see a woman looking up at her from the cold outside. The woman was clearly pregnant and wearing a long, Victorian dress. Shriya waved down to Nayanthara as Anu Emmanuel squirmed and squealed at Shriya's tongue in her ear. Nayanthara waved back to Shriya.