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[hotaks]

I grabbed her buttocks and started licking her ... she was licking and now I wanted to lick ... she was now putting the full weight of her body on my body when i was having a hard time licking her like that i pushed her down And made her sleep on her back ... Then I came on her body and began to fuck her in missionary style ... Now I was fucking her hard without any respect ... Her pussy was being beaten by my blow ...

And all of a sudden I started to release my semen in her pussy ... I started to release my water in her pussy ... I started to release my semen in her pussy ... ... Once again I felt tired and I felt tired ... I bowed my head and rolled my eyes ... After a few minutes I felt so much that when my body became unbearable she pushed me aside and I fell on her side. .. I have a slight eye …

Later, when I woke up, I saw that Yami had gone to the bathroom and freshened up ... She was wearing a bra, panties and a gown. When I looked at the clock, it was almost two and a half hours since I arrived ... Then I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up ... When I came out I put on my clothes and then sitting next to Yami I hugged her .. Her kiss I said to her,

"Thanks, Yami! .. You gave me so much pleasure today! ... which I had imagined so many times but I was really happy to experience it ..."

"Oh really? ... I mean I gave you more pleasure than those eyes ??" She asked mischievously.

"Well ... to be honest yes! ... you gave me a pleasure I can't imagine ..."

"I c! ... I'm glad! ... I made you so happy ... and I had so much fun too ... You're so different from my husband ... so different ... You know the woman so well. What do you want ... any woman would be happy to have sex with you ... "

"Oh really! ... I take this as a compliment! ... I mean you'll be eager to have sex with me again ... right?"

"Why not? ... I would love to ..." she replied shyly ...

"Then let there be another round?" I winked at her and said ...

"Oh no! ... Maybe your stamina ... but I'm so tired ... I need rest ... I think you should go to ... your wife will come ..."

"No ... she still has time to come ..." I explained.

"Well! I still want a rest ... but don't worry! ... my mister is coming in two days ... you'll have a chance tomorrow ..."

She revealed it and gave me hops ... then I didn't urge her much ... in fact I got up when I needed a break too ... I stood her up and hugged her and gave her a long kiss and then I said to her, "Good night, Yami ... I'll call you tomorrow morning ... then we'll decide when I want to come ..."

I winked at her and she nodded to me in embarrassment ... She put her hand in mine and came to drop me off at the door ... Before opening the door she asked me with a smile, "Ask one, Mr. Rajesh?"

"Don't ask ..." I said.

"As Tapsee asked you ... I ask ... how was my performance?" She asked me shyly ...

"Well! ... very sexy! ... better than Tapsee! ..." I answered heartily ...

"Then you gave her a degree ... why don't you give me a degree like that?" Again she asked shyly ...

"Oh! Sure .. why not ... I called her 'Randi No. 1' ... I will call you 'Randi No. 2" ... "I said smiling ...

"So what ?? My performance was number two ??" She said with a sigh ...

"No no ... not like that ... your performance was No. 1 ... but it was 'Randi No. 1' that I met and you are 'Randi No. 2' ... not by performance but in order ..."

"Oh IC! ... OK ... then remember your 'Randi No. 2' ... don't forget to call tomorrow ..." Yami said with a shy smile …

"Yes, of course ... Randi No. 2 is close to me ... How can I forget you ... I'm fine ... I'll call you tomorrow ..."

Saying this, I kissed her one last time again ... Turning my hand over her body, I pressed her buttocks and buttocks and opened the door and left her house ... As I was going down the stairs, I had only one word in my mind ... Randi No. 2 ... Randi No. 2 and Randi No. 2 ...

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

It was terribly shocking for me to listen what my husband, Dipak, was telling me and could not believe it.

We were married only two and half years back and both of us were working in the same company. We had about a year long courtship before we got married. Our sexual relation was very warm and Dipak satisfied my every needs on bed with his superb masculinity. In fact, I always melted under his caress in such a way that I thought I was in heaven. Dipak was virile without being passionate. During these two and half years of marital life, I never had any mating session with my husband in which I had not reached a mind blowing orgasm. I often wondered how he could guess my point of climax to erupt inside me at that very moment.

We were planning to have our first issue when the lockdown was clamped. For one month we worked from home and then for another two months we worked on half salary. Thereafter, the company retrenched many employees including me and my husband. We decided to postpone our plan of bringing a new member till the situation improved. The main reason being we both had EMIs towards our flat, vehicle etc to be **censored** and above all, our aged parents were largely dependent on us.

We tried to find new jobs but the entire economy was in turmoil and failed get us employed anywhere. Our joint savings were diving towards the bottom every month. We were following up for jobs regularly with many companies but without any result. One major painting company had offered decent salary but just before the deal could be finalized, its Chief HR Manager, Mr. Zakir, regretted that the company had decided not to hire any executive for the time being. Mr. Zakir, however, assured us to hire as soon as the embargo on hiring is lifted.

We did not sit idle but were trying in other companies as well, though without any positive result. Now and then we contacted Mr. Zakir to know if the embargo was lifted. Mr. Zakir always asked us to keep in touch but never gave any concrete hope. One remarkable thing was that whenever Dipak contacted Mr. Zakir, his response was rather cold. Compared to that, whenever I contacted him, he used to assure to talk to his superiors about lifting the embargo on hiring.

The year 2020 ended and we were still without any regular job. It was becoming difficult for us to maintain our minimum standards of living, to take proper care of our parents, and above all, to pay the EMIs. By January this year the bank had given notice to pay the pending instalments of house building loan or that they would initiate auction to realise the unpaid loan.

As we were discussing the grim situation, Dipak lowered his voice and gaze, his head stooped and in a broken voice he said, "Rashi, I am sorry to say but we are in a very critical financial position and we need jobs desperately. I think you should be a bit nice to Mr. Zakir."

His words took away the ground from below my feet and made the sky fall. I sharply reacted, "Be specific, what do you mean by 'a bit nice'? What're you trying to suggest?"

Dipak swallowed his spit twice and said, "Don't take it otherwise, but I think Mr. Zakir is a bit soft on you and if you appeal to him telling about our condition, he might do something."

"I have met him thrice," I replied in a calm but teasing voice, "Everytime I felt he was ogling at me. I didn't like his glances on my body. Do you approve this as my husband? I am afraid if I speak to him about our condition, he would like to take further chance."

"I know," said Dipak with a voice of frustration, "As a husband I should have felt offended. But our situation is very critical...our home, our car, our amenities of living, everything is at stake; our parents may not have proper medicines from next few months."

I knew what Dipak said was right but I couldn't control my anger and to hurt him roughly said, "By getting a bit nice to Mr. Zakir, I might end up by getting laid by him. I might be nude on his bed. Will you be able to stand that? We might manage to get the jobs but will our relation be the same? Would you like to be a cuckold?"

There were tears in Dipak's eyes, "When as a husband, I can't perform my responsibilities of keeping you safe and secured in every respect, am I better than a cuckold? I didn't want to stress you further, so I avoided telling you. Some fraudsters have siphoned nearly four lakhs from my bank account a week back."

I went near Dipak and held his face in my bosom for sometime. I knew now why he was so scared. I kissed him on the lips. I had decided my mind. My caress and my body near him excited him as I could see in the bulge of his trousers. I moved my hand inside his trouser to touch his manhood. It was semi erect and started growing in my palm. I stroked it and seductively said to Dipak, "I want it to be inside me. I am horny."

I sucked his lips. Dipak grew hot and taking me on his lap brought me to bed. For a long hour we played with each other's private, we hugged, kissed and had a simultaneous climax, as always. After we disengaged, I kissed him and said, "Don't be tensed. I will be nice to Zakir. We will have our jobs, we will live like the past. Just keep me loving the way you always did and don't hate me if I stray away a bit."

"Never Rashi," Dipak said emotionally, "I will never hate you and love you whatever may come on our way. But please don't hate me either for what I suggested."

We two got liplocked again in another passionate kiss. I did not know it was my last mating as a chaste wife with Dipak.

 

[hotaks]

Next morning, I decided to meet Mr. Zakir. I was desperate to have the jobs, both for me and my hubby. So I dressed rather seductively with a tight fitted jeans and a sleeveless tops with broad neck so that my cleavage is visible when I bent. I had waxed my hairs in pubic area and armpits in the morning. My melons were well shaped since my adolescent period and with age, grew up to become 36 in size. There was no extra fat in my body and my slim figure with 34 size buttocks and 32 size waist had always made the males of various age groups to cast longing glances at me. My bright complexion and height, an oval face with long eyelashes, protruding boobs added to make me more charming and glamourous. I applied deep violet lipstick. I was determined like a professional whore to tempt Zakir and win our case.

At my arrival in his office, I took an appointment through his **censored** Secretary, a lady of about 42 years. She smiled at me and asked the reason of my visit. As I told her the official reason, the lady said to me, "You might get your job done today. Be a bit pliant in your attitude."

I wondered if the Secretary knew my mind. Zakir was in a meeting and I had to wait for about an hour. Immediately after the meeting was over, I was let in his office. Looking at me in my dress and attire, Zakir welcomed heartily and said in a meaningful way, "I was thinking about you since last 2/3 days. It is good you came your own."

Then he added, "But let me first compliment you for your fantastic look today. You had always been beautiful but you look extraordinary today."

I meekly thanked him for the compliment and said, "Sir, in there any news about our hiring? We are growing restless."

"Me too growing restless about you," he said confidently, "I mean, you two. I like smart couples like you. Your appointment letters will be ready by tomorrow. However, some formalities are there, please get in touch with my Secretary, she will guide you."

Zakir lifted the intercom and instructed something to his Secretary. As I thanked Zakir, he said to me, "My secretary will explain other pre requisites of your appointment."

I came to meet the lady secretary, whom I had met earlier. She was around 40. She smiled at me and handed over two appointment letters one for me and other for Dipak and said, "Please go through the last clause. I need to explain something about that."

I flipped the pages of the appointment letter and concentrated on the last clause. It read, "Your selection is provisional and final suitability to the post will be assessed by our Chief HR Manager through a **censored** interview at time and place convenient to him, the date of which will be communicated to you in advance."

Same clause was written in both the letters. As I looked questioningly at the Secretary, she said, "He has pre-occupied engagements for next ten days. But as a special gesture, if you're ready, the interview can be held tonight. You and your husband may come to my house at 8 PM tonight. I will take you to a convenient place where the interview will take place. If you confirm, I will book engagement with Mr. Zakir."

I was a bit relaxed to know that she be there too. I was about to ask her about the type of interview we were likely to face when she herself explained, "Your husband's interview will be over in ten to fifteen minutes. If he doesn't qualify, you two can return immediately. If he qualifies, he can go home straight away. I will stay back in the restroom in case of any need and once your interaction with the boss is over, and Mr. Zakir leaves, we will refresh ourselves and I will drop you at your home."

Her words conveyed many things. I felt both angry and insulted. She perhaps realised my feelings and as if consoling me said, "I know how you're feeling. But you will get used to it soon. I too had felt like you, the day I came for **censored** interaction with my husband, who was disabled in an accident. I was looking for a job and yet he was interviewed whether he was ready to leave me here for the night. We were desperate for the job and he left me here with Mr. Zakir. Our three years old son was alone sleeping at home. I left in the early morning next day after every type of interaction was completed. I felt dirty and debased but there was a forbidden pleasure too. Since then I have been to bed with Zakir several times. He is very generous and had bestowed unbelievable favours on us. Over the years, our relation became such that he used me to rope various girls and women to his bed. My presence helps him to avert any adverse situation that might arise. That's the reason why I would stay back tonight too as you are with him for **censored** interaction. But be assured, for every extra service he would bestow favours you can't even dream of."

I was silently listening to her. An aged mistress of Zakir was trying to influence another woman to be his new concubine. I wondered if someday I would also bring another woman to him. Looking at me, she said sympathetically, "You go home, discuss with your husband and then give me confirmation about tonight."

I was actually reeling under the impact of what I heard. When Dipak had asked me to be a little bit nice with Zakir, I thought it was flirting with him and appearing before him in such outfits as to give him an outline of my youthful body. But it went too deep and from what his Secretary told me it was clear, to qualify for the job I need to take away all my dress and to be with him on bed.

I told the Secretary that I would let her know and returned home. Dipak was waiting eagerly. I was hesitating to tell him the details and thought that he would burst out in anger to know about the interaction at night. With much difficulty and at the point of tears, I told him the facts. To my surprise, he took it quite coldly and said, "If you don't like, reject it."

I got angry and roughly said to him, "It's not about just my like or dislike. Do you like to send your wife to someone's bed? Will our relation be the same? Can you trust me after that?"

"I'll always trust you," replied Dipak with tears in his eyes, "Nobody will know about it. But if our house gets auctioned, we are driven out of home, our car is seized, everybody will know. Your and my parents will suffer with us."

We deliberated throughout the day, sometimes in cool temper, sometimes with heated exchanges and at around 6.30 PM, I rang the Secretary of Mr. Zakir to confirm that we were ready for the interaction.

 

[hotaks]

At 8 that evening, we reached Surekha's(the lady secretary of Mr. Zakir) place. She took the driving seat of our car and drove about fifteen kilometre to take us to a farm house at the outskirt of the town. On our way to the farm house, Surekha spoke mostly with Dipak discreetly suggesting him what was supposed to take place in the **censored** interaction. Dipak all along sat with his glances lowered and it was evident that he was in cheerful mood. I did not blame him because I felt how difficult it was for him to compromise with the fact that he had agreed to send his beloved wife to another man's bed. My mood was upset too. I was not conservative about sex but going to the bed of another man was too insulting, particularly when my spouse was so caring. But both me and Dipak knew how difficult the time was and we needed the jobs at any cost. Looking at our gloomy faces, Surekha said, "Don't brood over what you have decided. Mr. Zakir does not like gloomy faces. At least both of you should pretend to be cheerful in front of him as if you took it rather sportingly."

"Is it really possible?" I asked.

"Make it possible," replied Surekha, "You need the jobs anyway. So don't antagonise him. That's my frank advice to you. After somedays this won't bother you as it is tonight."

On reaching the farm house, Surekha guided us to the drawing room where Mr. Zakir was waiting. Mr. Zakir welcomed us and asked three of us to take our seats. He came straight to the point and said to me and Dipak, "I hope Surekha has already explained to you what is expected?"

We nodded silently. Zakir said to Dipak, "You two are being appointed not because of any special qualifications that you have, but for your beautiful wife. I don't like to force anyone. If either of you have any objection in Rashi serving my private needs, you can tell frankly and there is no need of further interview."

Mr. Zakir paused and looked at us and as we didn't say anything, he continued, "I hope you understand what I mean by serving the private needs."

Looking at Dipak's flushing face, Zakir said again, "I can assure you, none of you will have anything to complaint. You will never regret your decision."

As we kept mum, Mr. Zakir asked, "Can I take your silence as your acceptance?"

We nodded. Mr. Zakir said to Dipak, "Your interview is over. Rashi will have to go through **censored** interaction through the night."

My heart leaped in fear and shame. Mr. Zakir then turned to Surekha, "Thank you for all the trouble you took for us. Now show Dipak the bar and the tea room so that he can provide us the service whenever we ask. Also show him the guest room where he can take naps. Once you have showed Dipak the things, you may go home. But as you leave take Dipak's car and ask the guard to lock the entrance of the farm house from outside. Ask him to bring the car tomorrow at 8 AM."

Without any expression of either astonishment or regret, Surekha thanked Mr. Zakir and introduced Dipak to the bar and kitchen on the same floor. She also showed him the guest room where Dipak could rest or take naps. Once she discharged her responsibility, she prepared to leave.

What we understood is that Mr. Zakir was going to keep Dipak for the night to let him know that I was with Mr. Zakir and perhaps to humiliate him by enjoying his wife in his presence. Both me and Dipak were taken aback by his decision. I had mentally prepared myself that once Dipak had gone to home, I would compromise with everything that Zakir wished. Even Dipak also had perhaps thought that anything that might happen in his absence was easy to bear. But Zakir's sudden decision to keep Dipak in the same house to serve tea and wine was too much for Dipak. I could feel the growing sense of anger and insult in him as his head stooped further.

As Surekha left the farm house, Zakir watched through the window whether the entrance gate was locked from outside. Once he was sure of that, he took a hand of mine in his in front of my husband and guided me towards the adjacent bed room. Zakir's six feet tall body was close to mine though he didn't hug me. Standing beside him I tried to guess his age; it couldn't be more than 45. He was not only tall but had an athletic body too. His biceps were very well built. I never wanted to compare him with Dipak but it came inevitably to my mind and I knew Zakir was more manly and robust.

Before closing the door behind, he said to Dipak, "Please bring some coffee for two of us in the bedroom. In the meantime, let me have some preliminary introduction with Rashi. And do remember to knock the door before entering."

Dipak nodded. But Zakir said, "Whenever I say something, reply politely using Sir. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," replied Dipak trying hard to keep tears under control.

But Zakir had more in his mind and before Dipak could go to kitchen to prepare the coffee, Zakir said again, "Ask her if she wants white or black coffee."

Dipak simply asked, "White or black?"

"Not that way," roared Zakir, "Address her as madam. Whenever she is with me, treat her as my wife and talk to her with courtesy and politeness as you would to the wife of your boss."

"Yes Sir," Dipak rectified himself and said to me, "Ma'am, would you like black or white coffee?"

I was in no position to reply. Zakir was making my dear hubby to talk to me like a waiter. Finding me silent, Zakir lovingly grabbed me by putting his hand around my waist like a lover and said, "Tell him without any hesitation, he is at our service, baby."

I was feeling uncomfortable as Zakir's hand was around my waist and he was holding me like a lover in front of Dipak. In a half-choked way, I uttered, "Black."

Zakir closed the bedroom door. I felt palpitations within me; my legs seemed to have lost all strength. I had dressed in a tight fitting sleeveless tops with low cut neck that revealed my cleavage and a jeans pant the length of which went just two inches below my knees. Mr. Zakir looked appreciatively at me and his right hand moved from my waist to my bare arms and as he slightly pulled me towards his chest, I stiffened spontaneously. He pulled me further closer to him and said, "Take it easy, baby. We are going to be very good partners. I wanted you the first day I saw you."

His lips moved towards my cheek and he planted a feather touch kiss. I blushed. That was the first ever time anyone other than Dipak kissed me. Mr. Zakir said in a quite matter of fact tone, "Do you remember your bridal night? You had blushed the same way in your hubby's embrace. Take it as your second bridal night, you will never forget it."

Mr. Zakir left me to open cabinet, brought out a casket and from inside it took a gold necklace with a medium sized diamond as its locket and put it around my neck and while tying it at my nape said, "A small gift for you for having agreed to fulfill my dream."

I didn't know what to say. It was no small gift; in terms of money it would be more than two lakhs. I couldn't make out what Zakir was up to; he had already created the ground with offers of appointment to submit to his desires. Even without that costly gift he could have taken me to bed. He was treating Dipak quite insultingly and on the other hand, trying to please me. Out of muddled emotions within me, I stammered to thank him meekly and then said, "It was not necessary."

"But for me it is necessary," said Zakir in a sullen voice, "I wish to enjoy with you as my bride, not as just a woman coming to my bed to get a job."

I burnt in anger inside. In the pretext of a gift and under an apparent courtesy, he had actually reminded me the fact that I was just a woman who was ready to please him for getting a job. I was wondering how many women might have listened to the same flirting but insulting words from Zakir. I recalled Surekha, whose helplessness was exploited by Zakir just as he was doing with us but then understood why she had also called him generous. But I was not Surekha and decided not to be overwhelmed by his gifts. After all, he was the man that was responsible for shattering my smooth married life.

There were knocks on the door and it was Dipak with coffee. Zakir asked him to come in. Dipak placed the cups of coffee like a polite waiter. Dipak also noticed the necklace on my neck but didn't say anything and left the room as politely as he had come.

After Dipak left the room, Zakir sipped the coffee and abruptly said, "You look hot in your dress. You've a perfect figure. How many times in a week do you make love?"

 

[hotaks]

"Has it got anything to do with my interaction?" I said a bit obstinately, "That's too private question."

"Yes, your interaction is not over yet," Zakir said seriously, "Depending on your marital history of love making, I will decide how many nights a week I can call you to this farm house. Moreover, in **censored** interview, you're supposed to answer all questions."

I decided to play a game to escape his repeated order to attend the farm house and said, "Twice a week, rarely thrice."

"So, your husband was not much interested in you despite such a lovely figure," Zakir said sarcastically and his tone revealed that he didn't believe what I said.

After a pause Zakir said, "Will it be possible for you to work for me because I might sometimes need it for a week also?"

Like a humble candidate appearing for interview, I said, "I will try to fulfill your requirements."

"That's good," Zakir said, "You must have the spirit. By the by, your lips are very sexy. Does your husband suck them?"

At every step Zakir was teasing me by reminding the usual details of my conjugal life. But I was on guard not to reply either in affirmative or negative directly. But Zakir insisted, "I asked you something."

"Yes," I admitted candidly.

"Do you suck him too?" Zakir asked next.

"Yes," I meekly replied.

"Both his lips and his tool?" promptly questioned Zakir.

This time I was bold and said clearly though it was false, "Only lips."

"You seem to be very conservative in your marital life," remarked Zakir in serious voice, "I think we need not continue the interview any more. You won't be able to provide the service I expect."

I was alarmed. After so many humiliating questions, he was going to reject me. His rejection would mean that neither I nor Dipak would get the job. So I earnestly tried to impress him, "I am not sure of your expectations. Please tell me and give me a chance so that you can evaluate me."

Mr. Zakir looked at me. Then he said, "Ok, let me see. You've a very nice sense of dressing. But I want that whenever you come to the farm house to be my bride, you should put on some modern outfit. Please go to the adjacent dressing room. There are dresses for you. Please put them on and come to me for the next phase of interview."

I was in my own trap. So I went to the dressing room and started blushing. There was a black lacy bra that would expose my flesh mounds more than what it would cover, a black thong panty that would just cover my love spot and its back string was so thin that it would be inside my ass crack leaving my buttocks totally exposed to his view and there was a see through doll slip nightie of crimson colour the length of which ended just above my knees. I knew I had to pass the interview and so got out of my dresses and put on those kept in the dressing room. I felt uncomfortable as the back string of the thong panty got inside my ass crack and touched my rectum. As I put on the doll slip nightie and looked at the mirror, I felt both ashamed and excited. The black undergarments with my youthful body were offensively visible through the see through nightie and from the knee my waxed legs were all exposed. I felt ashamed to appear in such outfit before Zakir and yet the awareness that I was going to stand in front of someone other than my husband excited me and I felt first dampness between my legs.

Dressed like that, I came out and stood in front of Mr. Zakir. This time he invited me to sit beside him on the sofa. As I sat beside him, Zakir pressed a bell and soon Dipak appeared. Dipak tried not to look at me. Zakir ordered him to bring two pegs of Vodka and some snacks for two of us. As Dipak was about to leave, Zakir said, "How does your madam look in this outfit?"

"Nice," Dipak politely answered without looking at me and left.

Once Dipak was out of the room, Zakir pulled me towards him and whispered, "You're damn sexy, baby."

His hands were moving freely on my bare arms. Soon it slipped under the nightie and I shivered as his hand made its way through the thong to explore my pussy. He inserted his finger in my hole making me let out a mild cry. Zakir felt that I was wet in my hole and while keeping his finger moving slowly said, "Already wet, baby? Don't bother you will gush like a stream tonight."

Zakir then pulled my face towards his and with his tongue licked my lips. Then he placed his tongue between the two lips and gave a push to insert it in my mouth. But my teeth were clenched and it didn't go through. He passionately took my lower lip between his lips and started sucking. Just then Dipak knocked. Zakir disengaged from the kiss and asked him to come in. As Dipak was placing the snacks and drinks on the centre table, Zakir pulled me again and started sucking my lips. His hands were around my body and he had lifted my nightie exposing my ass and his right palm was groping my left ass. I was quite uncomfortable in this position in front of Dipak and my lips and teeth got parted. Zakir missed no chance to push his tongue deep inside my mouth and started playing with ny tongue. Even after Dipak had left the room Zakir continued to kiss me and we were lip locked for almost another ten minutes. In the meantime, excitement started building in me and I let out a moan inside his mouth. Zakir kissed me so sensuously that I started melting inside. My earlier inhibition about being intimate to someone other than my husband was gradually being shattered. Zakir was devouring my lips in such a way that even without wishing it, I felt warm wetness in my love tunnel.

Once we disengaged from the kiss, Zakir invited me to sip the wine. I had never sipped wine earlier and I said it to him. Zakir reminded me that it was a part of the **censored** interaction to assess suitability of my candidature and then added, "Once you take this, you will feel more comfortable and free about whatever you do."

I started sipping slowly. I didn't like the test but depended on the taste of fried cashew nuts to swallow the drink. It took about an hour for me to finish the drink. During this period, Zakir had kissed me several times, on each occasion creating cravings in me for more such kissing caress. Thrice he had put his hand inside the thong and fingered me. I had still the nightie on my body but Zakir had unclasped my bra long back and intermittently played with my boobs and nipples. Sometimes he lightly groped my boobs, sometimes squeezed the nipples and at other times kneaded my tits passionately. Under the influence of vodka and his caress, I too had started growing hot and even though mentally, I still had reservation, my body was responding to carnal desires. But more than that I was tipsy. So when next time, Zakir kissed my lips, I pushed my tongue in his mouth and was soon sucking his lips.

We were still on the sofa when Zakir slowly guided my hand on his dick from over his trousers. I could not believe what I touched from over the trousers. I felt I was holding a Malayalam banana. It was hard and big. Zakir gestured me to unzip his trousers and bring out his tool. With throbbing hands, I unzipped and had to struggle a bit to free his monstrous dick from the covers of his trousers and the undergarment.

 

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As I brought it out, I gave a suppressed scream looking at its size. I had earlier seen, caressed and sucked Dipak's tool and Dipak was also quite big. But the one of Zakir was ominous, in length it was about 9 inches, if not more and in girth it was about 4 inches. What surprised me was its upward erect position and circumcised look that exposed his purple glans. Zakir ordered, "Kiss it, baby."

Like a hypnotized bitch I bent down my body and placed my lips on the purple glans. Zakir had long pubic hairs which came between my lips. Zakir said, "If you don't like, I will shave them clean when we meet next."

I couldn't say anything. I was speechless, I was mesmerized by the size of the demon. I took it lovingly in my palms and caressed it giving mild strokes. Zakir had meanwhile started fingering my pussy quite rapidly. I moaned in excitement. There was no effort on my part to hide my excitement or to suppress my moan. Zakir slowly pulled away my nightie and bra out of my body. I was just wearing the thong panty. Zakir made me lay on the sofa with my legs touching the floor. His mouth started sucking my right nipple while his one hand kneaded my left boob. Zakir's other hand was inside my thong panty caressing the lips of my pussy. As he kept sucking and kneading my boobs, I got more wet between the legs. I kept my eyes half shut and was moaning. Zakir made me to sit again and said, "Before you part your legs to take him in, part your lips and taste your boss in your mouth."

Oral sex with Dipak was common. But with Zakir, I hesitated. Zakir pushed me on my knees to the ground and caught my pony tailed hair bringing my face near his dick and said, "Take it in your mouth."

I opened my mouth wider but my oral cavity could accommodate only half of it. Slowly I started sucking it so as to avoid getting choked. Just then Zakir wanted to press the bell to call Dipak. I pleaded with my glances not to bring Dipak to watch me sucking another man's cock like a slut. But Zakir assured me and said, "I am going to show you something unbelievable."

Zakir took me to the bed. He didn't take away my panty but slided the part that covered my pussy and he positioned himself on me with his cock in my mouth and his mouth on my pussy sucking my labia lips and pushing his tongue off and on inside my orifice. At Zakir's call, Dipak came to the room to discover me and Zakir performing 69 on each other.

At the arrival of Dipak, Zakir stopped performing oral caress on my pussy though he continued to fuck my mouth. Zakir said to Dipak, "Do you think from looking at her wet pussy that your Madam is ready to take my tool?"

"I think she needs more oral caress," shamelessly Dipak answered.

Zakir changed position and from the side of my head started fucking my mouth so that it was clearly visible to Dipak.

"Pull down your pants and show your madam how are you feeling?" Zakir ordered Dipak.

Dipak pulled down his pants and his dick was hard. Zakir said to me, "Just watch how your husband is enjoying to see you getting fucked! He has got a hard on."

I sneered, felt disgusted at Dipak and looked at Zakir concentrating more to satisfy him. Dipak meekly said, "Why sneer at me? You too enjoying no less."

Just that moment Zakir started rapid thrusts in my mouth and soon in front of Dipak his load erupted in my mouth. It was a huge load of warm and thick sticky cum. I kept swallowing to avoid getting choked. Still his cum started flowing down two sides of my lips.

Angry at Dipak's cuckold behaviour, I intentionally licked Zakir's tool clean. After Zakir had withdrawn from my mouth, he said, "You two don't have to quarrel. It is time for each to enjoy in our own way. Every husband is to some extent a cuckold at heart and every wife secretly fantasizes about having sex with another person outside marriage. As a horny old man I have taken advantage of your situation and made both of you enjoy. But now that we have reached this stage, I can enjoy a true bridal night with Rashi in her husband's presence and that will be the final interview for both of you. Are you ready?'

I was not sexually satisfied because my pussy wanted thrusts which I missed due to mouth fucking by Zakir and it craved for real vaginal sex. Dipak was made to sit on the sofa and watch like a true cuckold while Zakir retired to bed with me.

 

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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.

THE-END

 

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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!"