MY HUBBY WAS OK,BUT...............(BATMAM)

Sonali Mathur stood in front of the mirror admiring her
naked body. Her hands went up under her firm, high-placed tits.
Those smooth cones of titflesh quivered slightly as she squeezed
them. The young woman moaned as her fingers traced over
the brown, bumpy surface surrounding the hard, throbbing
mushrooms that were her nipples.
The body reflected back to the woman was gorgeous. Every
line smooth, firm, trim, just right. After all, she was only
twenty-two. She shouldn’t be getting fat and sloppy. It was a
good body, a great body and she admired it even more in the
mirror.
Her fingers abandoned their erotic posts atop her tits to
slither down her flanks. She shivered in delicious ecstasy as her
fingers probed and sought all the right places. Her fingers-
worked down into the curly mound between her slender thighs.
“Ummm, Aauuh! Oh, Maaaa,” Sonali moaned as her fingers
dipped between her cunt lips. She stroked slowly at first, then
built up the speed until friction sent wondrous thrills of carnal
heat all the way up and into her pussy.
The brown-eyed girl wanted more of her own fingers. She
doubled them inside her already juicy snatch. She frigged herself
harder, deeper, until her teeth started chattering in excitement.
She pushed herself all the way up to the pinnacle of a good, hard
come, then - nothing.
The feelings left her body. It was as if she hadn’t been
giving her own clit and cunt a good fingering. There was just
nothing inside her now. Not after two years of marriage to Mathur.
Mathur was a good man, but Sonali felt cheated, robbed.
She’d married him less than a year after she’d graduated from Delhi Collage. She’d thought the few months delay was necessary to prove
to the world that she didn’t have to get married. Now she
wondered if she’d proven anything at all - to herself.
She was bored. She was bored to death. She couldn’t even
make herself come. With Mathur in bed, it was even worse. Her
husband fucked expertly enough, but there was something he
couldn’t satisfy in the brown-eyed girl’s body. And Sonali didn’t
have the slightest idea what it was.
She hated to think she was frigid, yet she knew that must be
the answer. Yet, she hadn’t been frigid in high school - far from
it! She’d fucked few times and loved every second of
it, every inch of cock that dug deeper and harder into her pussy.
And Mathur had been the best cocksman of all.
He literally could fuck all night long. And for the first
year of their marriage, they’d done just that a lot of times. But
no longer. Sonali found herself lying to Mathur about how much she
liked his lovemaking. She even faked orgasm to keep him from
knowing that there was something wrong with the woman he’d
married.
“ Sonali, Babe .. taiyar ho tum ( are you ready Sonali)?” Mathur called out. “This is going to be kicky, believe me. We’re gonna get one hell of a charge out of it.”
“Do we have to, Mathur?” she asked, her voice trembling as much
from fear as anything else. She’d tried to get herself into the
mood by finger-fucking herself. Sonali knew it hadn’t gotten
her into the mood for a little role-playing before they fucked
tonight. Yet Mathur wanted to do this, he wanted to do it really
badly. She owed it to him to go through with his little fantasy.
“Honey, come on,” he begged.
“Mai taiyar ho rahi huu,” she said, her voice under tight
control now.
She looked at her wedding Gharara hanging in the closet, all
red and with ‘Jari’ and as lovely as the day she’d put it on two
years ago. Sonali shook her head, brushed a stray strand of
brown hair back and began dressing as if she were going to her
own wedding again.
Maybe this would bring back some of the spark she’d felt when
Mathur had fucked her right after the wedding.
Maybe ...

* * *

“Ahh Sonali .. kitne deen se mai bhukhaa huu,” said Mathur proudly as he scooped Sonali up into his arms.
Sonali put her arms around his neck. She liked the strong
play of his muscles, but she found it hard to get into this little
fantasy of his. They’d gone outside and pretended to just arrive
from their wedding.
“Haa Jaldi karou, Mathur,” Sonali whispered hotly in his ear, knowing this was what he wanted to hear. After all, this was exactly what she’d whispered to him two years ago. But then she’d meant it.
He quickly carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto
the bed. She sat there smiling up at him. Mathur was handsome,
Sonali thought, and strong. Kind, everything she could want in
a husband. He had a good job and she didn’t have to work.
All she had to do was hang around the house all day, bored
out of her head and watch Star and Sony TV and cook.
Mathur shucked off his leather coat and pulled down his zipper.
His laund leaped out, red and firm. In spite of the hollowness
inside her, Sonali licked her lips at the sight of his huge,
tasty laund. She couldn’t help herself. She dropped to her knees,
brushed back a strand of brown hair and then dived down to take
his succulent laund into her mouth.
“Umm, God, you sure don’t give head like any virgin I ever
saw.”
“How many virgins have you had, Mathur?” Sonali asked, her
blue eyes flashing. She didn’t think Mathur had ever had any. But
she wanted to find out all of a sudden. In their two years of
marriage Mathur had never mentioned any other women to her, yet she
knew there’d been quite a few.
“Suck, damn you, do it! Give me a blow-job! I’m going to
explode if you don’t! That ceremony dragged on and seeing you got
me hot. And then the reception and ... ummm!”
“Don’t talk dirty,” Sonali said, smiling wickedly around
the thick plug of his laund in her mouth. His words had sent
tremors of delight blasting into her loins. This was one turn-on
for her. She loved it when he said all those forbidden words.
They did something to her; she didn’t know what, but they made her
hotter then a gas stove.
Sonali applied herself to giving her husband the best head
possible. Her tongue raced around the thick tip of his hard laund
until she was literally drooling. She sucked harder now, her
cheeks going hollow under the strain. The man began hopping from
foot to foot, the sensation of stark pleasure ripping into his
cock and balls.
Sonali redoubled her oral efforts. Bobbing her head up and
down, the young woman began sucking his cock. Her lips
caressed the sides of his laund as she moved. When Sonali’s nose
burrowed into the man’s thick pubic patch, she wanted to sneeze.
Breathing heavily made her nostrils flare - and the hot breeze
around his balls made the man even hornier.
She felt his laund grow even larger. She cradled his cock
with her tongue, marveling at the size of his hard-on. Her lips
strained to hold all of his cock in her mouth. But she did. The
brown-eyed girl had to get more of his cock. She just had to.
Mathur’s little play-acting was working its magic on her. She felt
as if she were carried back two years ago, before she had turned
frigid, before she’d lost all interest in sex. This was fun!
Her fingers reached out and found the hairy bag holding his
balls. She lightly caressed them, fondling them and playing with
them until the jism locked inside came to a boil. The way his
laund jerked and bucked in the tight confines of her mouth told
her how hot he actually was.
Mathur reached down and gripped Sonali’s head. He pulled her
face directly against his crotch. Sonali gasped, feeling the
blunt tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. She
swallowed hard and then his laund raced past her tonsils.
His steely hard laund was lodged firmly in her throat.
Sonali almost panicked. All her air was cut off by his cock.
But then she began to respond to the erotic potential of the
situation.
Here was a man’s laund buried all the way down her throat ...
she should relax, she should enjoy. And that’s exactly what
Sonali did.
Her tongue slowly moved across the base of his huge laund.
But the most stimulation she gave his cock was with her throat.
She swallowed and bobbed up and down on the most sensitive portion
of his fuck stick.
“Ohh Sonali .. tuu itne achhii se chusteee hooo .. aaaauhh!”
Sonali didn’t bother answering. She gave her husband the
blowjob of his life. He wouldn’t even think of any of the other
women in his life after she finished with his laund!
Sonali had to pull back, gasping for air. Then she tensed
her jaws and raked the sides of his cock with her teeth. He
groaned. She immediately started sucking with her soft lips and teasing tongue.
The use of her teeth against his cock had pulled even more
blood into his already hard laund. Now he was hugely erect.
Every single beat of his heart caused his laund to jerk wildly.
And she toyed with the purple crown using the tip of her tongue in
the most delightful manner possible.
“Ohh Sonali .. mere pani nikalage abhiii! Tere mu me nikaal ne de,
AAUUHH SONALIIEEEE!”
She shook her head, brown hair falling across her face.
Sonali didn’t mind the taste of his PANI (jism) - in fact, she loved it.
But not now. Her pussy was complaining about how she was
neglecting it, for the first time in longer than she could
remember, she wanted cock - lots of cock. While the meaty, musky
taste of his laund was nice, her pussy demanded to be fed, also.
Sonali tossed her head and pulled away, leaving Mathur’s cock
bobbing. Her saliva ran down the sides of his laund.
He reached for her, but she managed to escape him. Sonali
stood up, her hands working frantically at the ties on the peticoat. She managed to get it half off so that it hung down around her waist. Sonali wasn’t wearing a bra. She hadn’t bothered with them since Mathur had been in such a hurry for her to finish
dressing. Now Sonali was glad she hadn’t bothered to put on a
bra.
“AHHH MATHUR …. HUG MEEEE,” she actually meant “ FUCK MEEEE. The oily flow from her pussy lips caused her triangle to
glisten in the pale light coming through the bedroom window.
His eyes took in every bit of her beauty. He was like a kid
in a candy store with a hundred rupees note. He hardly knew where
to start first. The hair he loved so much was pulled back from her
face now. She looked like some sort of naked goddess standing
there. From her perfect oval face and those brilliant brown eyes,
he worked down quickly along her body.
Those boobs! He loved them. The
meaty mounds of her succulent titflesh were tasty. He could pop
them into his mouth and suck and chew till uska paani nikalta.
Her kamar was chikan. It offset her flaring ass perfectly. He
saw the shadowy depression of her navel and wanted to dip his
tongue into it until he found a more delightful orifice ... like
her chut. She moved slowly, sensuously, wiggling around to
display all her charms to him.
Her tapering, slender legs really turned him on. Her well-
fleshed thighs were a delight to crawl between. To feel them on
either side of his body as he drove his laund all the way up into
her slippery Joni was the nearest thing he had found to heaven.
He would have given anything for that now, but he sensed Sonali
was in a strange, tense mood.
The way his laund hurt him, he doubted if he would be able to
take too much more of her love-play. He wanted to fuck her -
right now!
“Auu na mere paaas .. idhaarr,” she said, her arms extending out to
him. He couldn’t say no. There wasn’t any way. And he was
grateful that she didn’t want to waste any more time on foreplay.
He was at the breaking point.
The young woman hungrily pulled him to her body. He
felt her tits mash against the well-muscled slab of his chest.
The hard little points of her nipples poked into him. He didn’t
care. His mouth was fully engaged with hers now. Tongue pressing
against tongue sent their pulses racing.
Sonali felt the old, familiar stab of joy deep inside her
body. She moved closer to her husband and rubbed lasciviously
against him. She parted her thighs and captured one of his legs.
Moving up and down, she rubbed her Joni against his still-clothed
upper thigh. She sighed and fuck herself faster. She had to have
cock pressing between her Joni lips and plunging all the way up
into her belly. His cock poked out of the front of his fly and
made pulling the pants down difficult.
But she succeeded. The brown-eyed girl’s need was so great
she was doubly determined to succeed.
He pulled her back to a standing position, his throbbingly
virile laund pressing hotly against her belly. His hands slid up
and down the sides of her ribcage. He pressed his fingers in and
felt the bones underneath. But it was the silken-smooth flesh
that thrilled him. He stroked upward across her tits. The fleshy
bulges of her tits filled his hands. The coppery disks of her
areolas deepened in color and her nipples hardened like rubber
erasers on a pencil.
She thrilled to the sensations rippling into her tits. But
she wanted more. The young brown woman wanted his mouth moving
all over her naked body. She wasn’t Standing there bare-ass naked
for nothing. She wanted his tongue in her Joni; she wanted his
cock, too. She wanted it all!
He licked and lapped down the deep canyon between the melon-
sized mounds of her tits. His rough, pink tongue probed hard and
made her gasp in reaction. He slowly spiraled up her left tit,
leaving behind a trail of spit that cooled instantly.
Sonali stood for a moment, then she realized her legs were
growing too weak to continue in this position. The carpet under
her bare feet was thick. She decided this was a
good a place as any to fuck. She carefully lowered herself so
that his tongue never left her tits.
By the time she was stretched full length on the soft rug,
his mouth had almost reached the crest of her left tit. Her
nipple was hard and pulsing with every single beat of her heart
now. It was filled with aroused blood and felt as if it would
explode like the safety valve on a pressure cooker.
“More, Mathur, give me more of that sweet, sucking mouth of
yours. I need it so baaad!”
He concentrated on the silken flesh under his lips, the hard
pebble of her nipple, the tantalizing odor rising from her excited
Joni. He was barely able to keep from jetting off he was so
excited. Keeping his orgasm under control after she had sucked on
his laund wasn’t easy. Now he was fighting to get as much
stimulation out of this naked bitch as he could before coming.
He found the throbbing button of nipple. His lips worked
magic on it. He finally sucked her nipple into his mouth. Using
his teeth, he stimulated it until it grew to almost twice the size
it had been. Instead of a tiny mushroom trembling with life, he
now had a tiny finger pressing hotly into the tip of his tongue.
He’d show her she wasn’t the only one who knew how to use her
teeth to excite and thrill.
This was the best their fucking had been in a year - maybe
longer. She was getting into the fantasy of this being their
wedding night. She was actually responding powerfully to Mathur, as
powerfully as she had on her real wedding night!
Trembling hands reached down for the pulsating pillar of his
laund. The nearness of a hard and eager cock was almost more than
she could stand. Mathur’s tongue danced lightly all over her tits
and made her acutely aware of her own body.
“Dijiye NAAAA!” she demanded.
She jerked hard at his fuck stick to let him know what she
wanted and where she wanted it. Her legs drifted wantonly wide to
give him the full area of her Joni to drive his cock into.
He gasped at the sight of her milky white thighs
so widely parted - and all for him!
She held his laund in a vise-like grip. He wasn’t going to
escape, even if he had been stupid enough to want to try. Her gaand
was crushed into the carpet beneath, stimulating her more than she
would have thought possible. Wild thoughts flashed through his
lust-dazed mind. Fucking on the carpet wasn’t a good thing. It
might spot the rug.
Her impassioned cry snapped him back to the business at hand.
“Mathur, abhhii karou mujheee!”

She pulled painfully hard at his cock to guide him toward the
wet lips of her pussy. They were like the gates of heaven to him.
Both he and the passionate brown young woman groaned loudly as
the very tip of his laund touched her wet, pink, trembly chut
lips. He wanted to plunge in balls deep, but he didn’t. He
restrained himself. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as
possible.
While he was enjoying the nearness of her aroused body, the
young girl was about ready to explode inside. She could feel the
heat of his cock adding to the carnal heat boiling out from her
seething pussy. Her entire Joni was on the verge of convulsing
with orgasm. But it needed the delightful trigger of his cock
fucking her.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He
couldn’t escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob of
his cock hard into her sopping wet Joni. His cock sank in just an
inch, but it felt as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into
her soft, vulnerable Joni flesh.
“AAuuhHHH, Mathur,!”
“AAuuuhh Jaaaannn!” he exclaimed.
He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving
moons of her asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better
position to drive his throbbing laund all the way into her lewdly
splayed, black furred Joni.
He sank all the way to the hilt in her wet cunt. He felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass.
He squeezed down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side
to side. It took all his control to keep from coming. He was
totally surrounded by wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her
Joni gripped and pulled and squeezed on his cock as he moved
slowly inside her.
She gasped in the throes of ecstasy. This was what she had
been needing all day long. The waiting for the ceremony had been
an illicit thrill, but it hadn’t really sated her intense desires.
The long ceremony and reception had made her hot to fuck. And now
his cock filled her to overflowing. This was the payoff. Her
tender Joni walls struggled to expand to take the huge girth of
his laund. For a moment, she was positive he’d rip her apart,
then she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate the pulsating
wand of hard cockflesh inside her Joni.
She demanded more. “Auuhhh AAAHH AHHHH ANNHH ANNNHHH!”
“Not so loud,” he panted. “SHHH !! The neighbours will hear.”
She could sense Mathur’s laund twitching
and dancing around in her tight Joni. The girl began tensing and
relaxing her muscles to give his hidden cock a massage he wouldn’t
soon forget.
“Ummmm, shit!” he moaned.
And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt
his cock slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she
exerted with her Joni walls. The friction of that retreat started
tiny fires of desire all along her slippery fuck tunnel. Her love
oils finally betrayed her and he slid out until only the thick,
bulbous head of his laund remained inside her hot pussy lips.
Then he slammed his laund back in as hard as he could. Their
crotches mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to
movement. She ground her brown bush against his and her entire
world shattered. Her tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of
protective flesh to see what was happening. It received a full
dose of his body moving against it.
She thought someone had driven an icepick up her Joni.
She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and
moaned and clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His
laund moved slowly inside her, and this fanned the flames of her
passion even more. His laund picked up speed and was soon fucking
her as hard and deep as she could have wanted.
Her voice caught in her throat. But it was all right. She
couldn’t have asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot laund
digging deeper into her seething pussy. Her entire Joni convulsed
with the power of her repeated orgasms.
And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm
or finesse. She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel
of her Joni. His come wasn’t far behind.
“GRHHHHH OOUHHH GRNNHHHHHHH!” he cried out.
The white hot surge of his come hit her tender Joni walls.
The feel of that liquid rush set her off again. Sonali gasped
aloud while her husband whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.
It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled
enjoyment, a few seconds earlier, Sonali felt drained now, empty
again, totally hollow. The brief second of ecstasy was all gone.
And she felt as miserable as she had before.
She brought her own Joni-juice-stained fingers to her lips
and lightly licked. Tears began running down her face when she
realized nothing would get her off again - unless she did
something to break out of the boredom gripping her entire life.

******** *******
Sonali didn’t know if she should do this or not. Yet she
felt so rotten all the time she knew she had to do something to
change her life drastically. Last night with Mathur should have
been the best fucking ever. It should have been. He was turned
on in a big way and the memories from her own Sohag Raat had
come back strongly enough to allow her to get off once - just
once.
The word rattled inside her head. Once. Only after they’d
been married had she been able to get off a dozen times or more.
The climaxes had come like a string of firecrackers going off.
But that happened no longer.
Now she had to be content with a single Raag Mochon (cum).
And even this was denied her most nights they fucked.
Sonali knew that she had to do something. And maybe answering
the ad in the Daily ***** would do it.
Mathur didn’t like the idea of her finding a job. So, she
thought, she just wouldn’t tell him she was going out looking.
Maybe if she found a job she could recover some of the feelings
lost in her marriage. Maybe she could drive away the boredom
stalking her constantly.
Sonali knew she should have enjoyed the hell out of the
fucking Mathur had given her last night. And she had - for a few
seconds. That convinced her she wasn’t totally around the bend.
There was still life left in the trim, sleek brown body she
possessed. Getting out into the world, meeting people, finding
new interests, maybe all that would revitalize her so she could
enjoy the wondrous things in life - like Mathur’s huge laund.
Acme Manufacturing Company, the ad read.
Her bright blue eyes skimmed down the small ad until she came
to the bottom.
“So, Acme it is,” she said to herself. “ Woos logo ki
secretary Chahiye Thik hai .. mai koshish jarur karunge
She finished off her chaye, made sure Mathur had left for the
office, then went and dressed in her new olive saree. She
studied herself briefly in the mirror and knew she was a knockout.

* * *

“Namaste, Mrs. Mathur,” said Mahendra, the director of
personnel, “Abhi tou waqt bahoot e Kharab hai. Recession. Lots of people out
of a job. We have more people wanting this single job than you
can imagine.”
“But I’m qualified,” Sonali protested, leaning forward
slightly. “I can do the work. I want to do the work.”
Mahendra leaned back in his chair, as if seeing her for
the first time. His eyes raked over the impudent swell of her
tits pushing against the thin blouse under her saree anchal. He
hadn’t missed a single sway of her womanly ass or the slender,
legs as she’d come into the room.
His cock began swelling as he eyed her.
“We need team players, Mrs. Mathur. Do you underMathurd what I
mean?”
“I’ll do whatever I can for the company,” Sonali said
slowly. The brown-eyed girl had the uneasy feeling he was
watching her like a snake watches a bird.
“ Aur bhi thora kuch karni parti hai. We get lots of women as qualified as
you are. You need to show me something ... extra. You need to
show me you can work on my team, do things for me ... as well as
the company,” the portly man added hurriedly.
“ Mai saamjhi nahi,” Sonali said slowly, afraid that she
did understand. He wasn’t going to give her the job unless she
put out for him.
“Come, come, Sonali,” he said, taking the liberty of
calling her by her first name. “You’re not stupid. I can see
that. And I can see much more. You know what I mean.”
Mahendra licked his lips and stood up, the bulge obvious in his
pants.
Sonali didn’t know what to do. She could leave, but she
wanted the job. It seemed perfect. But to put out for such a
pig!
The slight delay spurred Mahendra on. He came over and
laid his hand against her cheek, stroking lightly.
“So lovely. I’ll bet you have a damned near virgin-tight
pussy, too. Don’t you, my dear?”
“Burn in hell, Besharaam !” she cried, recoiling from his
hand as if he’d burned her.
She read the anger in his eyes and tried to run. She only
got a couple steps before he caught her. He spun her around, his
fingers gliding out to the collar of her blouse. He dipped down
the neckline and grabbed. With a savage jerk, he sent the buttons
skittering to all corners of the room. Her naked tits bobbed into
view.
“ Mahendra! You can’t do this!”
“I can and I will. You come on so damned strong. You one of
those goddamn Women’s Lib types wanting to push men around? You a
cock-teaser, you sultry bitch? I’ll show you what it takes to
make it around Acme Manufacturing!”
His fingers locked like steel bands on her arms. She fought,
but it did no good. He lifted her like a rag doll and carried her
to the small couch near the far wall of the office. He dumped her
unceremoniously on the sofa. She felt the springs protesting the
sudden load. Before she could get her feet under her to roll away
and escape, Mahendra was beside her.
“I’m gonna tie you up and show you what I want from a team
player at this company. Maybe you’ll get the idea so I don’t ever
have to fuck you like this again.”
Sonali gasped when he pulled loose the curtain sash and
looped it around her left wrist. He knotted the cord at the leg
of the sofa. No matter how much she fought, he was heavier and
stronger. He soon had both her hands bound above her head.
By the time she thought about kicking, he was ready to fasten
her ankles to the legs of the couch. He didn’t bother to strip
off her saree and peticoat. He just rolled it into a tight band
around her waist, exposing her naked legs. He went ahead
and tied her ankles securely, leaving the brown woman half naked
and helpless on the sofa. He looked down at her and lightly
brushed his fingertips over one of her trembling nipples.
“You get off on this, don’t you, you common slut? Well, I’ll
show you what a real man can do. I’m going to fuck you like
you’ve never been fucked before. And you’re gonna love it.”
Sonali fought against the ropes. The more she struggled,
the tighter the knots became. She felt the circulation cutting
off her hands and feet. Naked to the waist, she thought she was
at least going to escape having him fuck her. If he tried to
untie her legs to get her saree off, she could kick him away.
Mahendra came back with a large pair of scissors. He
shoved the sharp-pointed instrument next to the girl’s tender-
fleshed leg. She cringed and tried to get away. She couldn’t.
The ropes held her too securely. He pressed the scissors into her
skin and began cutting away her panty. She gasped when he
reached her thigh, her saree bunched up around her waist.
He was so close to her Joni!
“AAUHHH MAAA ... OOHH, Mahendra, Chhorou Mujhheee. We can talk-“
“We’ve talked. Abhi kuch karma haai.”
He began cutting across her snatch. She felt the cold metal
blades pressing against her Joni lips. He had caught her panty and sheared them away at the same time.
By the time he was all the way down her other leg, the lovely
young woman was totally naked on the sofa. Never had she felt
more helpless in her life. She watched a man she thought she knew
tower over her and menace her.
“Abhi hum chudunga Tumko,” he said.
She shivered with cold and fear. His hands caressed her
belly, moved to the brown tangle of her pussy mound. He grabbed
a handful of her fleecy silky pubic hair and jerked. She
screamed as her hips lifted involuntarily off the sofa.
“ Jab mai chudunga tumhe, tab isi tara kamar hilana Raani. Samjha ?”
“ Mahendra, please, ye maat karma mere saath, mai sati saadhi huuu.”
“ Isi tara tere patli kamar hilana, saamjha?” he demanded again.
He pulled harder on the handful of pussy fur he held. She
though she would go out of her mind with pain. It had been rough
when she’d lost her cherry when she was only fifteen, but the pain
had been nothing like this. She had loved the nearness of cock
then and, in spite of her misgivings, she had thought any cock in
her body was better than getting none.
But this was torture. The man who should have been
interviewing her for the job was misusing her - abusing her!
“Yes, oh God, Mahendra, stop! Rukkoo ! Baash karou! Not
like this.” She began to sob quietly. The tears ran down her
cheeks. She wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but with her
hands bound over her head, she couldn’t.
She had to watch Mahendra slowly undress. He peeled out
of his shirt and showed his sagging chest, gleaming with the sweat
of exertion from tying her up. As he shucked out of his pants,
she was surprised to see his hard-on. It quivered and jerked at
attention in front of his crotch. She had been expecting him to
force her to suck on it to make it hard. But his cock was already
a fully functioning fuck stick.
He threw away the last of his clothes and jumped onto the
couch. Sonali groaned as the springs bounced under her. This
caused her arms and legs to feel as if they would be pulled out of
their sockets. She didn’t know if she was more scared or more
turned on.
The sight of the man’s cock did things to her. She
remembered how good it had been once, how she had enjoyed fucking
men. But now, he was so demanding that he had turned her off.
Sonali didn’t know how to react.
So her body responded for her.
Thick juices began boiling in her pussy. She felt the
sluggish fluid leaking around her puckered pussy lips and running
down into the crack of her ass. As the love oils ran into her
asshole, she remembered with growing lust how it would feel having
Mahendra fucking her there. In spite of herself, the brown-
eyed girl was getting more and more turned on.
“Get that ass off the couch like I told you!” snapped
Mahendra.
“Please, Mahendra, Chhorou mujhe. We can work this out.”
“Do it!
The frightened girl didn’t have the chance to obey. Rough
hands grabbed a double handful of assflesh and lifted until she
was straining at the limits of her bonds. She shrieked in agony.
What was worse was the way his fingers dived down into the humid
canyon between her buttocks. She couldn’t help remembering the
gentle touch Mathur had used the night before. And she hadn’t
really responded then. But she was getting hotter and hotter now
because of Mahendra’s rough treatment.
Sonali was confused. She didn’t know what to do, what to
feel. She felt her hips lifting in response to the brutal man’s
orders.
“Yaeah .. Hmmmm . Now what do you want up that slimy
Joni of yours?” He lifted even harder until Sonali thought her
arms would come unglued from her body.
“Your penis!” she stuttered. “Stuff it in and fuck my
Joni!”
“Good, but not good enough. You’re going to have to beg me
for my cock after all you’ve said. It’s not dull, is it, having
me fuck you? Tell me, dammit, tell me!”
Sonali hardly knew what to do or say. Lightning bolts of
blazing agony lanced into her shoulders. She thought her hips
would break under the strain. As the man kneeled between her
wide-spread legs, she experienced a completely and totally
helpless feeling that wouldn’t go away. It was even worse than
when she went to her doctor to have her Joni examined. Feet in
those metal stirrups made her feel exposed; this was infinitely
worse.
“Please fuck me!” she gasped. She would do anything to make
the pain go away. She was humiliated and debased. Anything that
would get the man’s rocks off so he would leave her alone was okay
with her.
“Again. Tell me again and in more detail.”
“I need you fucking my Joni. I need to feel your cock buried
all the way up my pussy. I need it sooooo!”
She was shrieking with the misery of her situation. And when
the man’s cock slammed into her delicately scalloped inner Joni
lips, she shrieked again. It was so unexpected that it sent a
tremor of fear throughout her tender, young, bound body.
The head of his throbbing cock parted her slippery Joni lips
and sank into her body. She thrashed around but couldn’t really
move. His hands brutally pinched her asscheeks and lifted her off
the couch. His laund shot another inch into her convulsing Joni.
She gasped and tried to tell him to stop. The words wouldn’t
come. In spite of her predicament, Sonali found herself being
more and more turned on. This was a different style of fucking.
Sonali hardly knew her own body any more. She couldn’t respond
to her own husband, but Mahendra’s rough fucking made her all
wet in the pussy and hot to feel even more of his long, hard laund
fucking into her. She was too confused. The lovely young woman
didn’t know what to make of it.
What did it matter if she didn’t approve of being tied up
while he was fucking her?
His laund sank another couple inches into her virgin-tight
Joni. She quit struggling and tried to enjoy the fucking. The
ropes cut savagely into her wrists and ankles and made her feel
cold all over. But his cock warmed her right up the center of her
body.
The brown-eyed girls’s loins blazed hot as Mahendra
slammed balls deep into her Joni. She felt the tender walls of
her pussy rushing to expand around the thick plug of his cock.
She gasped with delight when his hips began stirring the laund
around inside her. She was able to enjoy every single twitch and
pulsation that way.
“ Oii Shali Randi .. kiya maangta tu, bol .. bol?” the man demanded. “Tell me what
you want me to do.!”
“Chudou mujheeeeeeeeeee!” she screamed.
His hips slammed forward, burying his laund even deeper in
her Joni. She sobbed with the pain and pleasure as his body
ground into hers. He had smashed so hard and fast into her Joni
that her pussy lips had been folded inside. Her Joni walls
collapsed mightily around his cock as orgasm seized control of her
body. She thrashed around, straining once more against the ropes
binding her.
Something about being unable to move freely added fuel to the
fires of her come. She thrashed harder, felt more restrained by
the ropes and burned brighter with her climax.
“Ohhh Maaa …OOOHH maaaa…. Bhagwaaan .. aaauhh OOOOOOOOOHH!” she
moaned.
The man gasped as her pussy crushed down on his laund. He
pulled back against the intense pressure surrounding him. He
thought a hand in a velvet glove had gripped his laund. But the
lewd squishing sound as he broke the incredible suction of her
Joni told him different. He wasted no time ramming his cock back
in to the hilt. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass
as he repeatedly fucked her.
Total delight seized Sonali. She let herself go. There
wasn’t anything else she could do. And the feel of his cock
working so insistently against her pussy warmed her with more and
more friction. The thick cockhead expanded as his powerful
strokes lengthened.
Every single thrust into her agitated Joni lifted her ass off
the bed now. He didn’t have to grasp her asscheeks and pull at
them as he had done earlier. She felt her own inner juices
lubricating her crotch as his bush ground passionately into hers.
“Maaaa …. OOHHH maaaaaaa oooooouuhhhhh!” she cried. All she heard was the
pounding of her own pulse in her head and the man’s deep grunts as
he exerted himself even more.
She thought she would die if he stopped fucking. But he was
too turned on by the situation to stop. She came hard. The
orgasm was the sweetest she had had from any man. But
Mahendra hardly noticed her intense joy as her Joni tightened
around his cock. His balls had shrunk and the intense passion
locked inside with the boiling hot jism spurred him on.
He fucked faster. His hands rested on either side of the
bound girl’s body. His laund vanished into the golden nest of her
pussy and stroked hard along the juicy walls of her Joni. The
heat from her guts boiled out and set fire to his fuse. The heat
inched back along his cock until it reached the powder keg of his
balls.
He exploded. His laund reamed her out and then it erupted.
Hot jism fountained from the end of his cock. He shrieked in joy
and arched his back to drive himself even farther into the bound
woman’s pussy.
Sonali almost came again. Almost. And it was that
wracking need that made her strain so hard against the ropes that
they cut into her flesh and caused blood to flow.
“OOHHH ….. Maar jar aha hu maai .. ohh maaaaa MAAaaaaaaaaa “
Sonali relaxed on the sofa, sobbing. She turned her head
to one side so she wouldn’t have to see Mahendra straighten.
His laund limply slid from her Joni amid a flow of her own oils
and his spent come.
“Good,” the man said. “I approve of a woman who knows how to
be a team player. Do you want the job? If you do - and you know
the rules around here now - it’s yours.”
Sonali didn’t speak to him as he snipped her wrists and
ankles free of their bonds. She rolled over on the sofa, crying.
But she was confused. The brown-eyed housewife didn’t know exactly
what she was crying about.
Was it because the man had ****d her? Or was it because she
had gotten off on it? She had enjoyed this bizarre fucking as
much as she had enjoyed more sedate fucking when she’d first gotten married. She felt alive inside, in spite of the humiliation and degradation of the ****.
“I ... I’ll take the job,” she gasped out. It sounded like a
stranger’s voice. But the warmth in her loins was familiar. It
was the same lovely feeling in her guts that she’d always had
after a hard fucking back in the good old days. The days before
she’d become frigid.
“Good. Report to work tomorrow morning at eight. You’ll be
under Prashant Bashu in the purchasing department.”
Mahendra went back to his desk, already dressed and
looking bored.
Sonali slowly sat up and rubbed her wrists. The buttons on
her blouse were all gone. She didn’t bother looking for them.
She pulled the saree and petticoat and wrapped tightly around her,
pulled down the wrinkled saree and walked out of the
office on shaky legs.
But she’d gotten the job!
And the spark of fire inside her had been rekindled in a
bizarre, outrageously degrading way.