Must be the postman delivering the registered mail, she thought.
She opened the door to find Bhasu with a cloth bag.
“What is it?” She felt irritated, but controlled herself.
“I have put all the bottles that I had back home in this bag. As a tribute to the way you helped me I request you to throw these away yourself. ”
She agreed reluctantly, taking the bag from his out-stretched hand.
“Can I have a glass of water?”
“Sure. ” She replied putting down the bag on the floor.
When she returned with a glass of water, she found him standing inside. He gulped the water down and returned the glass to her. She took the glass but before she could move it away he caught hold of her hand pulling her to him. It was unexpected and fast…she just couldn’t react. All that she managed to do was to turn around so that he was behind her. At that moment panic struck her and the glass slipped out, shattering itself into pieces as it struck the floor. His hands were on her breasts gripping them so hard that it hurt. She bent forward to free herself form his amorous bear hug.
That didn’t help. To keep her balance she had to shove her behind at him. He responded immediately, his loins ramming against her behind. He was squeezing her breasts rather painfully.
“Stop or I’ll shout. ” She found her voice at last.
“I know you won’t do that. All that you need is a good fuck. ” He was panting. Recovering from her panic she fought back, her hands catching hold of his hair forcing him forward and her bare feet kicking at his shin.
He deserved it. Desperately, she clung to his hair. Unexpectedly, his right hand relinquished its hold on her. But it was only a brief respite. She felt his hands on her nightie, trying to pull it off. To her horror he succeeded, throwing it away from her reach. It lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Suddenly he released her.
She staggered, trying desperately to maintain her balance.
He slapped her hard, the sting ringing in her ears. Tears swelled in her eyes. Then came the second one, sending her reeling onto the floor. She was pinned down to the floor as the blows rained on her. She tried to resist, but most of them got through her defenses. Before long her strength began to wane away and the slaps coming in quick succession became unbearable.
“Please! I beg you…” She wailed.
Instantly it stopped. She started crying, drops of blood trickling down her nose.
“It’s nothing. Will be okay in a minute. ” He sneered as she felt his hands on her panties, tearing them off.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
“Oh God! Let this be just a nightmare. ”
He couldn’t shift his eyes from what he had unveiled…long legs, firm thighs and neatly trimmed
pubic hair just covering her mons.
‘That is a nice pussy. If you are so fond of Lakshmi why did you not ask her to trim her pussy as well?’
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It was overwhelming. She was just what he had fantasized sitting on the floor in front of her,
listening to her crap on drinking.
He buried his head between her thighs inhaling the musk of her sex. Tentatively, he started licking her.
Oh God!” She shuddered clutching his head with her hands and trying to move him away. Amit never did that to her. As his tongue became more insistent increasing it’s rhythm and pressure she began to lose control. With a startle she realised that the body was capable of accepting what the mind rejected.
“Aah!” She moaned and moved her hands, putting an end to her feeble attempts to move him away.
Soon her moans became louder as she shuddered under his maneuvers. She was beyond all caring now…her background, education, husband, children…nothing mattered. There is no way out. She will have sex with this man…her maidservant’s habitually drunkard husband.
Abruptly, he got to his feet and started undressing. In his hurry he tore of his shirt and trouser. Lying on the floor, she had a fleeting glance of his manhood as he joined her. He is huge…certainly bigger than Amit, she thought. He raised her legs, arranged them on his shoulders and placed the tip of his cock at the entry of her pussy with just the head buried slightly in the folds of her pussy.
‘You want this inside? Do you get fucked daily?’
‘No, please don’t do it.’
“Hmm. so you don’t get fucked daily. Too bad. Perhaps he fucks Lakshmi.”She found the thought revolting. How could Bhasu think such a thing?
Slowly and steadily he started pushing. Anita was already wet and as her pussy held Bhasu’s foreskin back, his cock slid in smoothly.
‘I am so sorry but you did not resist enough and see it is already inside. It is nice, tight and warm. Obviously you don’t get fucked regularly. That is why you need me.’ And he increased the rhythm by fully withdrawing and then thrusting wildly. All the while he kept sucking her nipples and playing with the breasts.
‘Lakshmi had told me that you have nice breasts but these are just too good. Lucky man, your husband.’
“Oh God!” She sighed as her vagina stretched to accommodate him. She put her hands to her mouth stifling her moans as the tip of his penis drove all the way to her cervix again and again.
Bhasu seemed to carry on and on. Involuntarily she had locked her ankles around his back. An explosion that left them panting for breath. He discharged entirely inside her.
She looked at him.
“I told you that’s what you needed. You scare me the way you moaned. ” He was smiling. Embarrassed, she looked away.
When she tried to get up he pulled her back to him.
“Where are you going, my dear? We are not through as yet. Wouldn’t you like to fuck again?”
“I need to go to the bathroom. ” She tried to sound detached.
“But you can’t go like this. ”
He stood up and helped her to her feet. He had already stripped her naked. He turned her around.
“You can go now. ” He said patting her naked behind.