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"Will you be my Maid of Honor?" Kajal asked Samantha. Samantha was Kajal's fiancé Deepak's, very affectionate sister.
"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised by the question.
"Yes, you've become like a sister to me and I think it would make Deepak happy too," Kajal explained. She had asked Deepak what he thought of her asking Samantha instead of her best friend Tamanna, who Deepak didn't like much. She stressed that Tamanna would still be a bridesmaid, but since she lived three hours away, having someone local to help her with all the preparations made more sense. Plus, Samantha was a complete sweetheart, while Tamanna... Well, let's just call her an acquired taste.
Samantha nodded, giddy with excitement; Kajal appeared to be making a long-term fantasy of hers come true, "Of course Kajal, I'd love to."
Samantha moved in for a hug, feeling Kajal's tits squish against her body.
Kajal said, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Samantha was already thinking of ways to seduce her brother's beautiful fiancée. She knew it was bad family politics, but she had lusted after the gorgeous Kajal ever since the moment he'd introduced them over a year ago.
Samantha was a strict lesbian, and Kajal knew this, and it was no secret that Samantha was a dominant one who enjoyed seducing straight women... so this offer seemed too good to be true.
"Can you go dress shopping with me next week?" Kajal asked her other two best friends living in other cities.
"Just tell me when and where," Samantha said, before adding, "I want to win Maid of Honor of the Year."
"Is there such a thing?" The somewhat naïve Kajal asked. Although gorgeous with hair, black eyes, big tits, long legs and her voice that melted men's trousers right off their legs, she was a sweetheart who didn't see herself the way others saw her. She was a social worker that focused on keeping kids in school and supporting their families.
Samantha shrugged, "If there isn't one, there will be once I'm done."
"I love your enthusiasm," Kajal laughed. She had been worried Samantha was going to say no. She didn't have a lot of friends here, having moved here with Deepak.
"Oh, I'm an eager beaver then?" Samantha joked with a less than subtle hint, one she knew the sweet Kajal wouldn't catch onto.
"I can't wait to go dress shopping," Kajal said.
"Please tell me I have some say in the bridesmaids' dresses," Samantha said.
"Of course," Kajal nodded. "You can get something that looks hot, just not as hot as me."
"I could never be as hot as you," Samantha flirted.
"Oh, you're so silly," Kajal brushed off the compliment, oblivious to her true beauty.
Two weeks later they were at a bridal shop trying on wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Samantha's pussy tingled the moment she first saw Kajal in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. Fuck, were those tits made to suck, the bra barely able to hold them in.
Samantha made sure to gently touch Kajal on her back and arms while also slyly blowing hot breath on her neck. She was determined to seduce the bride-to-be. Samantha had also dressed for the occasion, planning also to be in her bra and thong to showcase her tight, gymnast body, as well as a garter belt and stockings as they really showcased her legs.
Samantha complimented the first dress. "This one is cute."
"I don't just want to be cute," Kajal said. "I want cute and sexy."
"Well, that can be achieved with what you wear underneath the dress," Samantha pointed out.
"That goes without saying," Kajal agreed, although in truth she hadn't put any thought into her undergarments.
"Try on the second dress and I'll try on the gold one," Samantha said.
"You'll look amazing in gold," Kajal said.
"It should bring out my hair," Samantha agreed, tossing her hair in the air.
"And your eyes," Kajal said, always drawn in by Samantha's eyes. She wasn't a lesbian, but if she was it would be the eyes that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Happy you notice," Samantha playfully responded, as she pulled down her skirt.
Kajal smiled, "Do you always wear a garter-belt and stockings?"
"Every time I try on maid-of-honor dresses," Samantha said, which was true. One for one. "Plus, I like to dress sexy underneath my outfits and I prefer stockings or thigh highs over restrictive pantyhose." She then paused and added, one more not so subtle innuendo, "I mean you never know when you may end up without clothes on."
"You're such a brat," Kajal said, shaking her head, thinking she should try wearing stockings one day too. "Can you unzip me?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time," Samantha joked... or at least she made it sound like a joke.
"You never stop," Kajal said, shaking her head, although truth be told, she rather liked the attention she received from Samantha.
I'm such a bad girl," Samantha joked, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"So bad," Kajal agreed, as she slipped the dress off.
Samantha removed her blouse and grabbed the gold dress... one of three she had chosen to try on.
Once Kajal had the next dress on Samantha asked, "How the hell do you keep your body that perfect?"
Kajal shrugged, not being one to actually work out, "This is just how I've always looked."
"I hate you right now, and so does every other woman in the world," Samantha teased. Samantha had a good ass too, but smaller tits and shorter legs... she had to work her ass off to keep the body she had.
"You're beautiful, Samantha," Kajal said, always loving her sister-in-law-to-be's exuberant, outgoing personality and confidence, something she didn't have.
"Want to marry me instead?" Samantha quipped, making sure to linger longer than necessary, allowing her hot breath to warm up Kajal's neck, as she moved behind to zip up dress number two.
Kajal laughed, playing along, getting a chill down her spine when she felt Samantha's hot breath on her neck, "If I weren't engaged to your brother and if I were a lesbian, I would definitely marry you."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the woman munching on your pussy," Samantha joked, tracing her hand down Kajal's arm before she turned around to let Kajal zip her up. Kajal choked at the statement as she zipped Samantha up but countered, "You're actually the maid of honor."
"So do I get the honor?" Samantha asked, turning around, licking her lips and gazing below Kajal's waist with a wicked smile.
"You're so bad," Kajal repeated, shaking her head at her flirtatious sister-in-law-to-be.
"You don't even know the half of it, not even a third," Samantha countered, the idea of seducing her brother's bride-to-be growing increasingly appealing and, she thought, possible. She was definitely laying the groundwork for such a possibility.
"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised by the question.
"Yes, you've become like a sister to me and I think it would make Deepak happy too," Kajal explained. She had asked Deepak what he thought of her asking Samantha instead of her best friend Tamanna, who Deepak didn't like much. She stressed that Tamanna would still be a bridesmaid, but since she lived three hours away, having someone local to help her with all the preparations made more sense. Plus, Samantha was a complete sweetheart, while Tamanna... Well, let's just call her an acquired taste.
Samantha nodded, giddy with excitement; Kajal appeared to be making a long-term fantasy of hers come true, "Of course Kajal, I'd love to."
Samantha moved in for a hug, feeling Kajal's tits squish against her body.
Kajal said, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Samantha was already thinking of ways to seduce her brother's beautiful fiancée. She knew it was bad family politics, but she had lusted after the gorgeous Kajal ever since the moment he'd introduced them over a year ago.
Samantha was a strict lesbian, and Kajal knew this, and it was no secret that Samantha was a dominant one who enjoyed seducing straight women... so this offer seemed too good to be true.
"Can you go dress shopping with me next week?" Kajal asked her other two best friends living in other cities.
"Just tell me when and where," Samantha said, before adding, "I want to win Maid of Honor of the Year."
"Is there such a thing?" The somewhat naïve Kajal asked. Although gorgeous with hair, black eyes, big tits, long legs and her voice that melted men's trousers right off their legs, she was a sweetheart who didn't see herself the way others saw her. She was a social worker that focused on keeping kids in school and supporting their families.
Samantha shrugged, "If there isn't one, there will be once I'm done."
"I love your enthusiasm," Kajal laughed. She had been worried Samantha was going to say no. She didn't have a lot of friends here, having moved here with Deepak.
"Oh, I'm an eager beaver then?" Samantha joked with a less than subtle hint, one she knew the sweet Kajal wouldn't catch onto.
"I can't wait to go dress shopping," Kajal said.
"Please tell me I have some say in the bridesmaids' dresses," Samantha said.
"Of course," Kajal nodded. "You can get something that looks hot, just not as hot as me."
"I could never be as hot as you," Samantha flirted.
"Oh, you're so silly," Kajal brushed off the compliment, oblivious to her true beauty.
Two weeks later they were at a bridal shop trying on wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Samantha's pussy tingled the moment she first saw Kajal in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. Fuck, were those tits made to suck, the bra barely able to hold them in.
Samantha made sure to gently touch Kajal on her back and arms while also slyly blowing hot breath on her neck. She was determined to seduce the bride-to-be. Samantha had also dressed for the occasion, planning also to be in her bra and thong to showcase her tight, gymnast body, as well as a garter belt and stockings as they really showcased her legs.
Samantha complimented the first dress. "This one is cute."
"I don't just want to be cute," Kajal said. "I want cute and sexy."
"Well, that can be achieved with what you wear underneath the dress," Samantha pointed out.
"That goes without saying," Kajal agreed, although in truth she hadn't put any thought into her undergarments.
"Try on the second dress and I'll try on the gold one," Samantha said.
"You'll look amazing in gold," Kajal said.
"It should bring out my hair," Samantha agreed, tossing her hair in the air.
"And your eyes," Kajal said, always drawn in by Samantha's eyes. She wasn't a lesbian, but if she was it would be the eyes that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Happy you notice," Samantha playfully responded, as she pulled down her skirt.
Kajal smiled, "Do you always wear a garter-belt and stockings?"
"Every time I try on maid-of-honor dresses," Samantha said, which was true. One for one. "Plus, I like to dress sexy underneath my outfits and I prefer stockings or thigh highs over restrictive pantyhose." She then paused and added, one more not so subtle innuendo, "I mean you never know when you may end up without clothes on."
"You're such a brat," Kajal said, shaking her head, thinking she should try wearing stockings one day too. "Can you unzip me?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time," Samantha joked... or at least she made it sound like a joke.
"You never stop," Kajal said, shaking her head, although truth be told, she rather liked the attention she received from Samantha.
I'm such a bad girl," Samantha joked, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"So bad," Kajal agreed, as she slipped the dress off.
Samantha removed her blouse and grabbed the gold dress... one of three she had chosen to try on.
Once Kajal had the next dress on Samantha asked, "How the hell do you keep your body that perfect?"
Kajal shrugged, not being one to actually work out, "This is just how I've always looked."
"I hate you right now, and so does every other woman in the world," Samantha teased. Samantha had a good ass too, but smaller tits and shorter legs... she had to work her ass off to keep the body she had.
"You're beautiful, Samantha," Kajal said, always loving her sister-in-law-to-be's exuberant, outgoing personality and confidence, something she didn't have.
"Want to marry me instead?" Samantha quipped, making sure to linger longer than necessary, allowing her hot breath to warm up Kajal's neck, as she moved behind to zip up dress number two.
Kajal laughed, playing along, getting a chill down her spine when she felt Samantha's hot breath on her neck, "If I weren't engaged to your brother and if I were a lesbian, I would definitely marry you."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the woman munching on your pussy," Samantha joked, tracing her hand down Kajal's arm before she turned around to let Kajal zip her up. Kajal choked at the statement as she zipped Samantha up but countered, "You're actually the maid of honor."
"So do I get the honor?" Samantha asked, turning around, licking her lips and gazing below Kajal's waist with a wicked smile.
"You're so bad," Kajal repeated, shaking her head at her flirtatious sister-in-law-to-be.
"You don't even know the half of it, not even a third," Samantha countered, the idea of seducing her brother's bride-to-be growing increasingly appealing and, she thought, possible. She was definitely laying the groundwork for such a possibility.
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Kajal looked at the beauty and thought to herself, Shit, she really is a temptress.
"That dress is even better," Samantha approved, thinking of crawling underneath the white dress for a snack.
"It is," Kajal agreed, pushing the brief lesbian thought out of her head and back to the task at hand... a wedding dress.
"How do I look?" Samantha asked. "Good enough to eat?"
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head.
"I'll take that as a yes," Samantha said.
"Don't put words in my mouth," Kajal responded.
"I'd rather put something else in your mouth," Samantha teased bluntly.
Kajal shook her head. "You never stop."
"I always get what I want," Samantha continued on, truly getting what she wanted more often than not.
"It's tempting," Kajal said, even as she felt a little tingle in her pussy. "But I'm straight."
"Everyone can take a turn," Samantha shrugged.
"I'm marrying your brother," Kajal reminded the temptress.
"Don't remind me," Samantha sighed dramatically, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"Well if I ever decide to switch sides you'll be the first to know," Kajal said.
"Promise?" Samantha asked.
"Promise," Kajal agreed.
Samantha figured she had planted enough seeds for a lesbian garden, and thus spent the next hour no longer making any sexual innuendos. Instead, she played nice, straight, maid-of-honor, going to stage two of her psychological attack: to quit flirting completely.
Kajal noticed that the rest of the time trying on dresses Samantha didn't make any dirty comments. At first she was relieved, but as the hour went by and she tried on three more dresses, Samantha trying two others, she began to miss the flirtation. Had Samantha finally accepted she was straight? Part of her was thankful if that was the case, yet another part of her was disappointed... She enjoyed the attention and playful banter. It was harmless, but fun.
They left with Samantha choosing the first gold dress and Kajal choosing the fifth dress.
That night, Samantha called over a booty call for a marathon session while she fantasized the other person being Kajal; Kajal meanwhile, got fucked good by her fiancé, but twice it was a naked, lustful Samantha who popped into her head, including a vision of her sucking on Kajal's clit as she reached orgasm.
.....
Two weeks later at the bridal shower Samantha brought Kajal two presents... one for the party... all white lingerie for the wedding, and a second gift to open when they were alone.
It was a fun evening with a lot of wine and a lot of presents, including three different sets of lingerie, a bunch of soaps and lastly, two vibrators. Once it was just Samantha and Kajal, Samantha handed Kajal a second gift.
"You didn't have to buy me two presents," Kajal said, feeling quite tipsy.
Samantha shrugged, "I think I did. The first one was a sexy suggestion for under your wedding dress."
"It was super sexy," Kajal nodded, hoping to try it on once alone.
"The stockings are the fanciest you can buy," Samantha added.
"Really?"
"Yes, they are Wolfords," Samantha said.
"I've never heard of those before," Kajal said.
"Go try them on," Samantha suggested.
"Now?" Kajal asked.
"Sure," Samantha nodded. "I mean you need to make sure the outfit fits."
"That makes sense," Kajal agreed, tipsy enough to agree with the logic.
Samantha grabbed Kajal's hand and the bag the lingerie was in and took her to her bedroom. "Hey, what about the other present?"
"That is for another day," Samantha waved her hand.
"Oh, okay," Kajal said.
Once in the bedroom, Samantha said, "Get out of those clothes."
"How long have you wanted to say that?" the tipsy Kajal flirted.
"I've already seen you pretty much naked," Samantha pointed out.
"But that isn't the same as completely naked," Kajal pointed out, as she pulled her dress over her head.
To Samantha's surprise, Kajal was in thigh high stockings. "I see you have chosen sexier hosiery."
"I had to agree, these are less restrictive," Kajal agreed. "Plus, it's easier to pee in them."
"It's easier to do a lot of things in them," Samantha implied playfully.
"I bet it is," Kajal concurred, as she unclasped her bra to let her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be see her tits. She had missed the attention she had received non-stop until it had literally just stopped,
"Those girls are as impressive as I imagined," Samantha approved, checking out the large, yet perfectly firm, tits.
"Do you imagine them often?" Kajal asked, as she reached for the white nightie.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Samantha flirted back, impressed that her plan to play nonchalant had worked in spades. Kajal seemed desperate to get the attention, even showing off her tits for her. The fact she was quite tipsy likely helped too.
"That's why I asked," Kajal said as her tits disappeared, well kind of, behind a see-through nightie.
"I don't want to turn you into a complete lesbian a week before your wedding," Samantha joked, even though that was exactly what she planned to do... although just to make her bi.
Kajal laughed, as she took off her thigh highs, "Yes, that would really wreck the wedding."
"Same sex marriages are legal here," Samantha pointed out.
"So you're my back-up plan," Kajal jokes, as she takes off the second thigh high.
"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered," Samantha said, as she grabbed the Wolford stockings and opened the package... a wicked idea of teasing popping into her head.
"Flattered, since I'm straight," Kajal pointed out, although she was quite horny at the moment and Deepak was away all week at a conference so Samantha suddenly looked very appealing. She wasn't sure she would resist Samantha's advances if they occurred tonight.
"So you say," Samantha said, as she pushed Kajal playfully onto the bed, pulled a chair up next to it and sat down saying, "Lift your leg up."
"Is that lesbian code?" Kajal jokes.
"No, 'spread your legs,' or 'get between my legs,' or 'bend over and take my strappy' or 'eat my wet pussy,' are lesbian codes," Samantha said, as she rolled up the first stocking.
The hot dirty talk made Kajal actually moan slightly, which Samantha noticed but didn't say anything about. Kajal, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk."
"So it seems," Samantha nodded, as she grabbed Kajal's ankle and began to put the stocking on.
"I thought lesbians tried taking a girl's clothes off?"
"For a straight girl you seem pretty excited," Samantha pointed out, as she looked between Kajal's legs and saw a wet spot at her crotch.
"Just trying to understand you," Kajal defended, as she felt Samantha's soft hands on her ankle and leg.
"You'll never understand me," Samantha said.
That's true, Kajal thought to herself. After over a year of flirting and trying to convince her to switch to her side, Samantha had unexpectedly stopped cold turkey and was not remotely trying to take advantage of the situation offered to her at the moment. Kajal wasn't sure she wanted to have a lesbian affair, especially with her fiancé's sister, yet she wanted to have the option to have it, if that made sense. And she wasn't sure it did. Yet somehow she had lost control and it had her rattled... and horny. Which was the main thing: logic and speculation aside, the primary focus of her attention right now was that she was horny! Kajal laughed awkwardly, as the sheer nylons being rolled up her leg accompanied by the sensuous touch of Samantha's hands were stimulating Kajal in ways they shouldn't, "Just like your brother."
"That dress is even better," Samantha approved, thinking of crawling underneath the white dress for a snack.
"It is," Kajal agreed, pushing the brief lesbian thought out of her head and back to the task at hand... a wedding dress.
"How do I look?" Samantha asked. "Good enough to eat?"
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head.
"I'll take that as a yes," Samantha said.
"Don't put words in my mouth," Kajal responded.
"I'd rather put something else in your mouth," Samantha teased bluntly.
Kajal shook her head. "You never stop."
"I always get what I want," Samantha continued on, truly getting what she wanted more often than not.
"It's tempting," Kajal said, even as she felt a little tingle in her pussy. "But I'm straight."
"Everyone can take a turn," Samantha shrugged.
"I'm marrying your brother," Kajal reminded the temptress.
"Don't remind me," Samantha sighed dramatically, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"Well if I ever decide to switch sides you'll be the first to know," Kajal said.
"Promise?" Samantha asked.
"Promise," Kajal agreed.
Samantha figured she had planted enough seeds for a lesbian garden, and thus spent the next hour no longer making any sexual innuendos. Instead, she played nice, straight, maid-of-honor, going to stage two of her psychological attack: to quit flirting completely.
Kajal noticed that the rest of the time trying on dresses Samantha didn't make any dirty comments. At first she was relieved, but as the hour went by and she tried on three more dresses, Samantha trying two others, she began to miss the flirtation. Had Samantha finally accepted she was straight? Part of her was thankful if that was the case, yet another part of her was disappointed... She enjoyed the attention and playful banter. It was harmless, but fun.
They left with Samantha choosing the first gold dress and Kajal choosing the fifth dress.
That night, Samantha called over a booty call for a marathon session while she fantasized the other person being Kajal; Kajal meanwhile, got fucked good by her fiancé, but twice it was a naked, lustful Samantha who popped into her head, including a vision of her sucking on Kajal's clit as she reached orgasm.
.....
Two weeks later at the bridal shower Samantha brought Kajal two presents... one for the party... all white lingerie for the wedding, and a second gift to open when they were alone.
It was a fun evening with a lot of wine and a lot of presents, including three different sets of lingerie, a bunch of soaps and lastly, two vibrators. Once it was just Samantha and Kajal, Samantha handed Kajal a second gift.
"You didn't have to buy me two presents," Kajal said, feeling quite tipsy.
Samantha shrugged, "I think I did. The first one was a sexy suggestion for under your wedding dress."
"It was super sexy," Kajal nodded, hoping to try it on once alone.
"The stockings are the fanciest you can buy," Samantha added.
"Really?"
"Yes, they are Wolfords," Samantha said.
"I've never heard of those before," Kajal said.
"Go try them on," Samantha suggested.
"Now?" Kajal asked.
"Sure," Samantha nodded. "I mean you need to make sure the outfit fits."
"That makes sense," Kajal agreed, tipsy enough to agree with the logic.
Samantha grabbed Kajal's hand and the bag the lingerie was in and took her to her bedroom. "Hey, what about the other present?"
"That is for another day," Samantha waved her hand.
"Oh, okay," Kajal said.
Once in the bedroom, Samantha said, "Get out of those clothes."
"How long have you wanted to say that?" the tipsy Kajal flirted.
"I've already seen you pretty much naked," Samantha pointed out.
"But that isn't the same as completely naked," Kajal pointed out, as she pulled her dress over her head.
To Samantha's surprise, Kajal was in thigh high stockings. "I see you have chosen sexier hosiery."
"I had to agree, these are less restrictive," Kajal agreed. "Plus, it's easier to pee in them."
"It's easier to do a lot of things in them," Samantha implied playfully.
"I bet it is," Kajal concurred, as she unclasped her bra to let her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be see her tits. She had missed the attention she had received non-stop until it had literally just stopped,
"Those girls are as impressive as I imagined," Samantha approved, checking out the large, yet perfectly firm, tits.
"Do you imagine them often?" Kajal asked, as she reached for the white nightie.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Samantha flirted back, impressed that her plan to play nonchalant had worked in spades. Kajal seemed desperate to get the attention, even showing off her tits for her. The fact she was quite tipsy likely helped too.
"That's why I asked," Kajal said as her tits disappeared, well kind of, behind a see-through nightie.
"I don't want to turn you into a complete lesbian a week before your wedding," Samantha joked, even though that was exactly what she planned to do... although just to make her bi.
Kajal laughed, as she took off her thigh highs, "Yes, that would really wreck the wedding."
"Same sex marriages are legal here," Samantha pointed out.
"So you're my back-up plan," Kajal jokes, as she takes off the second thigh high.
"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered," Samantha said, as she grabbed the Wolford stockings and opened the package... a wicked idea of teasing popping into her head.
"Flattered, since I'm straight," Kajal pointed out, although she was quite horny at the moment and Deepak was away all week at a conference so Samantha suddenly looked very appealing. She wasn't sure she would resist Samantha's advances if they occurred tonight.
"So you say," Samantha said, as she pushed Kajal playfully onto the bed, pulled a chair up next to it and sat down saying, "Lift your leg up."
"Is that lesbian code?" Kajal jokes.
"No, 'spread your legs,' or 'get between my legs,' or 'bend over and take my strappy' or 'eat my wet pussy,' are lesbian codes," Samantha said, as she rolled up the first stocking.
The hot dirty talk made Kajal actually moan slightly, which Samantha noticed but didn't say anything about. Kajal, trying to hide her arousal, said, "So lesbian talk is as blunt as hetero talk."
"So it seems," Samantha nodded, as she grabbed Kajal's ankle and began to put the stocking on.
"I thought lesbians tried taking a girl's clothes off?"
"For a straight girl you seem pretty excited," Samantha pointed out, as she looked between Kajal's legs and saw a wet spot at her crotch.
"Just trying to understand you," Kajal defended, as she felt Samantha's soft hands on her ankle and leg.
"You'll never understand me," Samantha said.
That's true, Kajal thought to herself. After over a year of flirting and trying to convince her to switch to her side, Samantha had unexpectedly stopped cold turkey and was not remotely trying to take advantage of the situation offered to her at the moment. Kajal wasn't sure she wanted to have a lesbian affair, especially with her fiancé's sister, yet she wanted to have the option to have it, if that made sense. And she wasn't sure it did. Yet somehow she had lost control and it had her rattled... and horny. Which was the main thing: logic and speculation aside, the primary focus of her attention right now was that she was horny! Kajal laughed awkwardly, as the sheer nylons being rolled up her leg accompanied by the sensuous touch of Samantha's hands were stimulating Kajal in ways they shouldn't, "Just like your brother."
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"Oh, I'm nothing like my brother," Samantha disagreed as she finished applying the first stocking, now looking down at the pretty bombshell... knowing that if she wanted to, she could take her here and now, yet she didn't want to do it when she was drunk. She didn't want her initial submission to the pleasures of a woman to be something she would regret. Samantha added, as she reached for the second stocking, "For one, I can give you multiple orgasms."
"Oh Samantha, you're so bad," Kajal giggled, thinking that even one orgasm from sex would be amazing.
Samantha, sensing something, asked, "Please tell me my baby brother gets you off."
"Of course he does," Kajal lied, but not convincingly.
"Oh my God, the fucker doesn't!" Samantha gasped, although it didn't surprise her... men had the same understanding of sexual female anatomy as a rock.
"Well, I usually have to finish myself off," Kajal admitted.
"Fucking idiot," Samantha sighed. "He has the perfect woman and he doesn't even know how to rev it up."
"He can get it revved up, he just can't find the clutch and get me into fifth gear," Kajal clarified.
"Men," Samantha said, shaking her head, as she began to put the second stocking on.
Kajal didn't respond, unsure what else to say. Instead, she enjoyed the lavish treatment of being dressed by someone.
Once the second stocking was on, Samantha ordered, "Stand up."
"What am I, your mannequin?" Kajal asked, even as she obeyed.
"I did have a crush on K***," Samantha said, as she got off the bed.
"Who?" Kajal asked.
"The movie M*****?"
"Never saw it."
"We are having a movie night," Samantha said. "First, you never saw Some Kind of Wonderful."
"I did love D***," she pointed out, as Samantha dropped to the floor and began to attach a stocking to the garter clasps.
Samantha couldn't resist, Kajal's pussy literally a few inches away, "Well, I am hungry like a wolf."
"So bad," Kajal said, as Samantha's hot breath and hands had her weak at the knees and wet in the crotch.
"But I'm not on the prowl," Samantha said, as she moved to another clasp.
"You already got your Rio?" Kajal asked, Samantha usually not dating anyone for longer than a month or two.
"No, just a bunch of wild girls," Samantha countered, having just had a wild threesome last weekend with two college coeds at Club... a club she would love to take Kajal to.
"Are they girls on film?" Kajal asked, even though she knew it was a weak response, but was the only other D*** song she could think of other than Union of the Snake, which didn't make much sense at all.
As Samantha moved to Kajal's ass and put on the third clasp, she asked, "Is there something I should know about your straightness? Do you want to watch some hot lesbian porn? I have some delicious clips on my phone."
Kajal had watched some lesbian porn of late, including a hot scene where a bride was taken just after her wedding by her ex lesbian lover. She knew it was wrong, but ever since Samantha had stopped paying attention to her, she had begun to seriously fantasize about having a lesbian fling.
Samantha added, "Because in those, it's always about," as she sang the sexy D*** song, "all she wants is."
"Wants what?" Kajal asked, as Samantha put on the last clasp.
"If you don't know, I'm not telling you," Samantha said, standing up.
"How do I look?"
"Sexy."
"Good enough to eat?" Kajal asked, just throwing the words out there... offering herself to her sexy friend.
Samantha, deciding to play more mental mind games, ignored the question and said, "I better get going. I have work in the morning."
"Oh, okay," Kajal said, mortified by her last words and by the fact she'd been casually rejected. Obviously all of Samantha's flirting had been only playful banter.
"Call me tomorrow," Samantha said. "Tell me what you think of the other present."
"Oh, sure," Kajal said, distracted.
"And shoot, we didn't change your underwear," Samantha said, but added, "and the thong I bought you is more like dental floss."
"I hate thongs," Kajal admitted, never liking the way it rode up between her ass cheeks.
"Well, you can always go commando on your wedding day," Samantha said, as she headed out. At the door she added, "I know I will."
Kajal was suddenly alone and horny. She waited for the front door to close and she went to the living room to find the other present... she knew that it had to be something sexual.
She quickly opened it and gasped.
It was a dildo.
But unlike a normal dildo it was a good foot long, maybe longer, and had two ends.
As Kajal held it in her hands she couldn't fathom its purpose.
Until the light bulb came on.
This could fit inside two pussies at once!
Horny as fuck, Kajal found the new vibe that she was gifted, the one called a rabbit, sat on the couch, tugged her panties to the side, turned the toy on and slid it into her pussy.
As she closed her eyes, she fucked herself with the amazingly strong toy, vibrations deep inside her, further vibrations outside of her, as she imagined Samantha not leaving, but lingering.
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Kajal came in a minute, way quicker than usual, and then passed out on the couch, ashamed that she had literally thrown herself at her fiancé's sister... and worse yet, had been rejected.
.....
Over the next week the family arrived and the bachelorette party was so tame that it was totally lame, since it had been organized by her sister, who had to run everything by her mother.
Samantha whispered to Kajal that if she was planning it they would spend the evening at Club, which Kajal knew was a lesbian club.
Kajal said, "Oh my God, thank God you are not planning it."
Samantha, back in flirt mode, teased, "Oh, you would be screaming 'Oh my God."
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"You're so bad," Kajal giggled, liking that Samantha was flirting with her again.
Samantha added, "And I'd give you a very special gift."
"The double-ended dildo?" Kajal asked.
"Yes, but not until I ate that pussy of yours until you begged me to stop," Samantha said, wanting to really get Kajal revved up but not satisfied... her plan being to seduce her and release all that building frustration on her wedding day. She didn't know why she had chosen then, other than symbolically it was the ultimate seduction and Kajal would be completely sober... which she already wasn't now.
Kajal, now flirting back as best she could, asked, "What if I didn't beg you to stop?"
"Then I'd just snack all day on your boxed lunch," Samantha whispered, as she gave Kajal's ass a squeeze just before Kajal's mother walked in.
"You look flustered, Kajal," her mother observed.
"Oh, just a little tipsy," Kajal said.
All night Kajal tried to get alone with Samantha, but it never happened and she regretted losing her last chance to explore her sexuality before she got married,
As she lay in bed that night she was torn: both frustrated that she'd never taken the opportunity when it was offered but also thankful she had resisted the temptation. Although Samantha confused her, the bottom line was that she was straight and about to be married... she sure didn't need to complicate things by having a lesbian affair with her fiancé's sister.
Although as she rubbed herself to sleep, it was again Samantha's face that popped into her head... not her fiancé's.
.....
"Oh Samantha, you're so bad," Kajal giggled, thinking that even one orgasm from sex would be amazing.
Samantha, sensing something, asked, "Please tell me my baby brother gets you off."
"Of course he does," Kajal lied, but not convincingly.
"Oh my God, the fucker doesn't!" Samantha gasped, although it didn't surprise her... men had the same understanding of sexual female anatomy as a rock.
"Well, I usually have to finish myself off," Kajal admitted.
"Fucking idiot," Samantha sighed. "He has the perfect woman and he doesn't even know how to rev it up."
"He can get it revved up, he just can't find the clutch and get me into fifth gear," Kajal clarified.
"Men," Samantha said, shaking her head, as she began to put the second stocking on.
Kajal didn't respond, unsure what else to say. Instead, she enjoyed the lavish treatment of being dressed by someone.
Once the second stocking was on, Samantha ordered, "Stand up."
"What am I, your mannequin?" Kajal asked, even as she obeyed.
"I did have a crush on K***," Samantha said, as she got off the bed.
"Who?" Kajal asked.
"The movie M*****?"
"Never saw it."
"We are having a movie night," Samantha said. "First, you never saw Some Kind of Wonderful."
"I did love D***," she pointed out, as Samantha dropped to the floor and began to attach a stocking to the garter clasps.
Samantha couldn't resist, Kajal's pussy literally a few inches away, "Well, I am hungry like a wolf."
"So bad," Kajal said, as Samantha's hot breath and hands had her weak at the knees and wet in the crotch.
"But I'm not on the prowl," Samantha said, as she moved to another clasp.
"You already got your Rio?" Kajal asked, Samantha usually not dating anyone for longer than a month or two.
"No, just a bunch of wild girls," Samantha countered, having just had a wild threesome last weekend with two college coeds at Club... a club she would love to take Kajal to.
"Are they girls on film?" Kajal asked, even though she knew it was a weak response, but was the only other D*** song she could think of other than Union of the Snake, which didn't make much sense at all.
As Samantha moved to Kajal's ass and put on the third clasp, she asked, "Is there something I should know about your straightness? Do you want to watch some hot lesbian porn? I have some delicious clips on my phone."
Kajal had watched some lesbian porn of late, including a hot scene where a bride was taken just after her wedding by her ex lesbian lover. She knew it was wrong, but ever since Samantha had stopped paying attention to her, she had begun to seriously fantasize about having a lesbian fling.
Samantha added, "Because in those, it's always about," as she sang the sexy D*** song, "all she wants is."
"Wants what?" Kajal asked, as Samantha put on the last clasp.
"If you don't know, I'm not telling you," Samantha said, standing up.
"How do I look?"
"Sexy."
"Good enough to eat?" Kajal asked, just throwing the words out there... offering herself to her sexy friend.
Samantha, deciding to play more mental mind games, ignored the question and said, "I better get going. I have work in the morning."
"Oh, okay," Kajal said, mortified by her last words and by the fact she'd been casually rejected. Obviously all of Samantha's flirting had been only playful banter.
"Call me tomorrow," Samantha said. "Tell me what you think of the other present."
"Oh, sure," Kajal said, distracted.
"And shoot, we didn't change your underwear," Samantha said, but added, "and the thong I bought you is more like dental floss."
"I hate thongs," Kajal admitted, never liking the way it rode up between her ass cheeks.
"Well, you can always go commando on your wedding day," Samantha said, as she headed out. At the door she added, "I know I will."
Kajal was suddenly alone and horny. She waited for the front door to close and she went to the living room to find the other present... she knew that it had to be something sexual.
She quickly opened it and gasped.
It was a dildo.
But unlike a normal dildo it was a good foot long, maybe longer, and had two ends.
As Kajal held it in her hands she couldn't fathom its purpose.
Until the light bulb came on.
This could fit inside two pussies at once!
Horny as fuck, Kajal found the new vibe that she was gifted, the one called a rabbit, sat on the couch, tugged her panties to the side, turned the toy on and slid it into her pussy.
As she closed her eyes, she fucked herself with the amazingly strong toy, vibrations deep inside her, further vibrations outside of her, as she imagined Samantha not leaving, but lingering.
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Kajal came in a minute, way quicker than usual, and then passed out on the couch, ashamed that she had literally thrown herself at her fiancé's sister... and worse yet, had been rejected.
.....
Over the next week the family arrived and the bachelorette party was so tame that it was totally lame, since it had been organized by her sister, who had to run everything by her mother.
Samantha whispered to Kajal that if she was planning it they would spend the evening at Club, which Kajal knew was a lesbian club.
Kajal said, "Oh my God, thank God you are not planning it."
Samantha, back in flirt mode, teased, "Oh, you would be screaming 'Oh my God."
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"You're so bad," Kajal giggled, liking that Samantha was flirting with her again.
Samantha added, "And I'd give you a very special gift."
"The double-ended dildo?" Kajal asked.
"Yes, but not until I ate that pussy of yours until you begged me to stop," Samantha said, wanting to really get Kajal revved up but not satisfied... her plan being to seduce her and release all that building frustration on her wedding day. She didn't know why she had chosen then, other than symbolically it was the ultimate seduction and Kajal would be completely sober... which she already wasn't now.
Kajal, now flirting back as best she could, asked, "What if I didn't beg you to stop?"
"Then I'd just snack all day on your boxed lunch," Samantha whispered, as she gave Kajal's ass a squeeze just before Kajal's mother walked in.
"You look flustered, Kajal," her mother observed.
"Oh, just a little tipsy," Kajal said.
All night Kajal tried to get alone with Samantha, but it never happened and she regretted losing her last chance to explore her sexuality before she got married,
As she lay in bed that night she was torn: both frustrated that she'd never taken the opportunity when it was offered but also thankful she had resisted the temptation. Although Samantha confused her, the bottom line was that she was straight and about to be married... she sure didn't need to complicate things by having a lesbian affair with her fiancé's sister.
Although as she rubbed herself to sleep, it was again Samantha's face that popped into her head... not her fiancé's.
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THE WEDDING DAY
Kajal was a nervous wreck.
Sure, part of it was the typical pre-wedding jitters. In a few hours she would no longer be single, she would only have sex with one man for the rest of her life, etc....
But, what had been consuming her thoughts of late was much more devious... fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Samantha was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped.
Somehow this made Kajal miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour.
Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Kajal hadn't had previously. Sure, Samantha was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings it would be with someone like Samantha... but she kept coming back to the facts that she wasn't a lesbian and Samantha was her fiancé's sister... two things she had to continually remind herself of. Because in truth, she was pretty confident that Deepak would have very little problem with her having a lesbian romp... especially if he could watch... didn't all men fantasize of such a thing? Yet, that was unlikely if it would be with his sister. She would never ask him, but he would probably get really upset at the thought of perving on his own sister, especially if anyone... such as Kajal or his sister... knew.
.....
Meanwhile, Samantha was giddy with excitement. Like Kajal, she knew it was wrong to have a lesbian encounter with her brother's fiancé... the difference being not only did she not care, but the very idea it was wrong enhanced the excitement. Samantha always loved the chase, the seduction, the challenge of turning a straight girl into an eager pussy pleaser, but this conquest would be her Mona Lisa... she had been planting seeds for weeks, and they would all culminate and come to fruition in the kinkiest of wrong places... a chu******.
The limo picked Samantha up four and a half hours before the service. It also picked up Kajal and the other three bridesmaids for their morning manicure, pedicure and salon visit... which took three hours. They would then get to the chu*** ninety minutes early... which was overcautious in theory, but Kajal wanted time to relax and get dressed (there was a nice private room in the church reserved for the bride... nothing so special for the groom) as she hated being late and had seen way too many comedy movies where crazy things happened on the way to church, which in this case would be far from hilarious.
For Samantha, this buffer period was her window of seduction, a window she planned to capitalize on. She had given each of the bridesmaids cumbersome duties to keep them busy for the next hour including getting the flowers, confirming with the hotel (four blocks away) all the arrangements for the reception, and lastly one girl was in charge of greeting all the guests. The mother of the bride was also out of the picture, as Kajal's father was recovering from surgery and needed assistance getting to the chu***.
So as they walked into the bridal room it was just the two of them... the nervous bride and the cool, calculating seductress.
"Let's get you into your lingerie first," Samantha said, as soon as the door was closed.
"That sounds practical," Kajal jokes, thinking how excited she'd gotten the last time Samantha had dressed her. She had masturbated to a lightning-fast orgasm the moment she'd been alone last time... although afterwards she'd rationalized that the alcohol and lack of getting any cock was what had pushed her so close to succumbing to the ripe peach of temptation... although her hunger to try the forbidden fruit hadn't faded once she'd sobered up. For some reason, even though she couldn't believe she was saying it, she asked, "Are you going to dress me again?"
Samantha smiled, the earlier seeds clearly having a lingering effect just as she had planned, responded, "Certainly, if you want me to." She then added, "My job today is to look after all your needs."
Kajal again couldn't help it as she sighed, "For that you would need a cock."
"Not a problem, I have one in my purse," Samantha pointed out, which was true. A cock she planned to be wearing later on when she fucked her... although that was a sequel she was planning for a secret rendezvous later in the evening.
"You have a vibrator in your purse?" Kajal asked, although she could tell by the smirk on Samantha's face she did indeed have one.
"Well if truth be told, it's actually a strap-on," Samantha corrected.
"Why?"
"It's like my Mastercard, I never leave home without it," Samantha joked. She then added, wanting to make the bride-to-be jealous, "Plus, your old high school friend is pretty hot."
"She's married," Kajal pointed out, even though she felt a wave of jealousy at the thought Samantha had seemed to move on from seducing her to targeting another bridesmaid, Tamanna.
"I like married women," Samantha shrugged, hinting at a long-term relationship opportunity. "So much less complicated. It's just sex, not a relationship."
"So you'll hit on me again after I'm married?" Kajal asked, trying to give her a playful flirtatious smile.
Samantha shrugged, as she began to step out of her jeans, "Maybe."
"You'd better," Kajal said jokingly, yet not really joking.
"Having second thoughts about a life of just one dick?" Samantha asked.
As she looked at Samantha's shaved pussy, fulfilling her promise to go commando today, and her sexy mocha thigh highs, Kajal nodded, now slightly serious, admitting to her wedding day doubts, "Would you hate me if I said yes?"
Samantha finished removing her jeans and said, coming to the bride-to-be who suddenly looked lost and vulnerable, which only made her cuter, "Oh sweetheart," Samantha said, moving to her, "I'd be not only surprised, but disappointed if you said no."
"You would?" Kajal asked, feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her.
"Well, for one it's human nature. For two, it would mean all my flirting had been for naught," Samantha responded, lifting Kajal's t-shirt over her head.
Kajal was speechless. Was this it? Did she want it to be it? The sudden gush into her panties indicated she did.
Samantha was tempted to just kiss her here and now... she had seduced many straight women in her life and could tell when her prey was ready for the kill, and there was no doubt Kajal was ready. Yet instead, she pulled down Kajal's skirt and remained on her knees while she reached for her panties, noticing a wet spot.
Kajal remained as stoic as a mannequin as she was undressed. She couldn't explain it, but it felt exciting to be undressed. She looked down at her bottomless sister-in-law-to-be and contemplated just grabbing her head and pulling it into her fevered pussy. Of course she didn't do that... instead, she silently... nervously... prayed Samantha would take control.
Samantha asked, as she pulled down the panties, "Why are your panties so wet?"
"They are?" Kajal feigned surprise.
Samantha stood up and lifted the moist panties to her nose right in front of her prey. She allowed the scent to waft into her nose and murmured softly, "Mmmmmmmm."
Kajal was mortified to be caught with wet panties and stunned to see Samantha smelling them.
Kajal was a nervous wreck.
Sure, part of it was the typical pre-wedding jitters. In a few hours she would no longer be single, she would only have sex with one man for the rest of her life, etc....
But, what had been consuming her thoughts of late was much more devious... fantasies of a lesbian romp with her fiancé's sister. She couldn't explain it, but what had started out as playful flirtation had become an obsession... which had taken hold not while Samantha was aggressively flirting with her, but when she'd stopped.
Somehow this made Kajal miss the saucy attentions of her lesbian sister-in-law-to-be stroke Maid of Honour.
Somehow this obsession was generating confusing thoughts and fantasies Kajal hadn't had previously. Sure, Samantha was cute... sexy actually, and sure, if she was ever going to explore her same-sex leanings it would be with someone like Samantha... but she kept coming back to the facts that she wasn't a lesbian and Samantha was her fiancé's sister... two things she had to continually remind herself of. Because in truth, she was pretty confident that Deepak would have very little problem with her having a lesbian romp... especially if he could watch... didn't all men fantasize of such a thing? Yet, that was unlikely if it would be with his sister. She would never ask him, but he would probably get really upset at the thought of perving on his own sister, especially if anyone... such as Kajal or his sister... knew.
.....
Meanwhile, Samantha was giddy with excitement. Like Kajal, she knew it was wrong to have a lesbian encounter with her brother's fiancé... the difference being not only did she not care, but the very idea it was wrong enhanced the excitement. Samantha always loved the chase, the seduction, the challenge of turning a straight girl into an eager pussy pleaser, but this conquest would be her Mona Lisa... she had been planting seeds for weeks, and they would all culminate and come to fruition in the kinkiest of wrong places... a chu******.
The limo picked Samantha up four and a half hours before the service. It also picked up Kajal and the other three bridesmaids for their morning manicure, pedicure and salon visit... which took three hours. They would then get to the chu*** ninety minutes early... which was overcautious in theory, but Kajal wanted time to relax and get dressed (there was a nice private room in the church reserved for the bride... nothing so special for the groom) as she hated being late and had seen way too many comedy movies where crazy things happened on the way to church, which in this case would be far from hilarious.
For Samantha, this buffer period was her window of seduction, a window she planned to capitalize on. She had given each of the bridesmaids cumbersome duties to keep them busy for the next hour including getting the flowers, confirming with the hotel (four blocks away) all the arrangements for the reception, and lastly one girl was in charge of greeting all the guests. The mother of the bride was also out of the picture, as Kajal's father was recovering from surgery and needed assistance getting to the chu***.
So as they walked into the bridal room it was just the two of them... the nervous bride and the cool, calculating seductress.
"Let's get you into your lingerie first," Samantha said, as soon as the door was closed.
"That sounds practical," Kajal jokes, thinking how excited she'd gotten the last time Samantha had dressed her. She had masturbated to a lightning-fast orgasm the moment she'd been alone last time... although afterwards she'd rationalized that the alcohol and lack of getting any cock was what had pushed her so close to succumbing to the ripe peach of temptation... although her hunger to try the forbidden fruit hadn't faded once she'd sobered up. For some reason, even though she couldn't believe she was saying it, she asked, "Are you going to dress me again?"
Samantha smiled, the earlier seeds clearly having a lingering effect just as she had planned, responded, "Certainly, if you want me to." She then added, "My job today is to look after all your needs."
Kajal again couldn't help it as she sighed, "For that you would need a cock."
"Not a problem, I have one in my purse," Samantha pointed out, which was true. A cock she planned to be wearing later on when she fucked her... although that was a sequel she was planning for a secret rendezvous later in the evening.
"You have a vibrator in your purse?" Kajal asked, although she could tell by the smirk on Samantha's face she did indeed have one.
"Well if truth be told, it's actually a strap-on," Samantha corrected.
"Why?"
"It's like my Mastercard, I never leave home without it," Samantha joked. She then added, wanting to make the bride-to-be jealous, "Plus, your old high school friend is pretty hot."
"She's married," Kajal pointed out, even though she felt a wave of jealousy at the thought Samantha had seemed to move on from seducing her to targeting another bridesmaid, Tamanna.
"I like married women," Samantha shrugged, hinting at a long-term relationship opportunity. "So much less complicated. It's just sex, not a relationship."
"So you'll hit on me again after I'm married?" Kajal asked, trying to give her a playful flirtatious smile.
Samantha shrugged, as she began to step out of her jeans, "Maybe."
"You'd better," Kajal said jokingly, yet not really joking.
"Having second thoughts about a life of just one dick?" Samantha asked.
As she looked at Samantha's shaved pussy, fulfilling her promise to go commando today, and her sexy mocha thigh highs, Kajal nodded, now slightly serious, admitting to her wedding day doubts, "Would you hate me if I said yes?"
Samantha finished removing her jeans and said, coming to the bride-to-be who suddenly looked lost and vulnerable, which only made her cuter, "Oh sweetheart," Samantha said, moving to her, "I'd be not only surprised, but disappointed if you said no."
"You would?" Kajal asked, feeling an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her.
"Well, for one it's human nature. For two, it would mean all my flirting had been for naught," Samantha responded, lifting Kajal's t-shirt over her head.
Kajal was speechless. Was this it? Did she want it to be it? The sudden gush into her panties indicated she did.
Samantha was tempted to just kiss her here and now... she had seduced many straight women in her life and could tell when her prey was ready for the kill, and there was no doubt Kajal was ready. Yet instead, she pulled down Kajal's skirt and remained on her knees while she reached for her panties, noticing a wet spot.
Kajal remained as stoic as a mannequin as she was undressed. She couldn't explain it, but it felt exciting to be undressed. She looked down at her bottomless sister-in-law-to-be and contemplated just grabbing her head and pulling it into her fevered pussy. Of course she didn't do that... instead, she silently... nervously... prayed Samantha would take control.
Samantha asked, as she pulled down the panties, "Why are your panties so wet?"
"They are?" Kajal feigned surprise.
Samantha stood up and lifted the moist panties to her nose right in front of her prey. She allowed the scent to waft into her nose and murmured softly, "Mmmmmmmm."
Kajal was mortified to be caught with wet panties and stunned to see Samantha smelling them.
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Samantha turned away, put the soiled panties on a table and grabbed the lingerie. She returned and said, shaking her head, "Oh shoot, I forgot to let your puppies free."
"They do like to roam," Kajal jokes, as she unclasped her bra herself and tossed it at Samantha.
"Oh that they do," Samantha smiled, taking a nice long, lingering look at the huge tits, before she wrapped the garter-belt around Kajal, her face almost buried in the big tits.
"They can be back-breakers," Kajal confessed, noticing Samantha's eyes lingering on her boobs and then feeling a chill go up her spine as hot breath hit her nipple.
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"Well, why don't you lie down on the couch while I get you dressed?" Samantha suggested the end game was about to begin just as soon as she finished fastening Kajal's garter-belt.
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal replied, excited for what she felt was soon to occur... something she now desperately needed to occur.
Samantha grabbed the stockings as Kajal lay down on the couch, her legs draped over the end.
Samantha, getting a little more aggressive as she went in for the inevitable kill, one hundred percent confident from now on Kajal would do anything she asked, ordered,
"Extend your left leg, my sexy bride."
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal obeyed, liking to obey, liking the control and liking the attention.
"Good girl," Samantha purred, giving positive reinforcement to obedience as she slowly, seductively, rolled the stocking up the leg.
Kajal laughed playfully even as she desperately tried to hint at what she was willing to do, "Thanks, but sometimes I want to be a bad girl."
Samantha continued her seduction as she massaged the nylon-clad foot, knowing the erotic power of a foot massage. "You do, do you?" she asked coyly.
"It's just..." Kajal confessed, moaning softly from the arousing touch, subtly parting her legs a bit more, frustrated that Samantha hadn't just ravished her yet, "...I don't know how."
Samantha laughed softly, as she began to put on the second stocking, opening the door wide, "You sound like many of my previous straight girl seductions."
"And what happens next in these straight girl seductions?" Kajal asked, her puss on fire.
"I forever change their perceptions of sex," Samantha answered.
"How so?" Kajal questioned, as the second stocking was now on and fastened in place.
"The taste of my pussy is life altering," Samantha said. "As is my tongue..." she added, extending it out of her mouth and giving it a seductive wag as she slid her hands down Kajal's legs to massage the other foot, "...which is like a pleasure snake."
Kajal moaned again, "Oh my, that feels so good."
"So are you ready to be a bad girl?" Samantha asked.
Kajal moaned, wanting to scream yes, but instead answering vaguely, "I don't know, Samantha."
Samantha wanted Kajal to beg for it, to submit on her own as she moved her hands slowly back up her leg. "I think you do, Kajal."
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned, as Samantha's hand moved closer to her pussy. "Do you really want me to say it?"
Samantha's hand was now inches from the glistening wet pussy as she smiled, "Yes, I do, Kajal. First you have to say the words."
"Then please... please take me," Kajal blurted out.
Samantha moved to the couch, wordlessly straddled the bride-to-be's face, looked down at her and suggested, "I plan to give you the orgasm of your life, but first I think you need a better facial before you walk down the aisle."
Kajal stared at Samantha's pussy, didn't say a word, just allowed it to lower onto her face and once it touched down, she licked. She was instantly in awe not only of what she was doing, but of the scent and taste of Samantha's pussy. Did all pussies taste like this? More than one man had compared her pussy to fish and implied it didn't smell or taste good.
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"Good girl," Samantha moaned, "lick my cunt."
"It tastes so good," Kajal said in a mesmerized state of submission.
"You understand nobody has ever been able to eat me just once," Samantha pointed out, knowing her sister-in-law-to-be would now be dining between her legs regularly. Samantha loved public sex, loved the risk of getting caught, and the idea of having Kajal go down on her when her brother was in the house, or other family members were nearby, was the ultimate rush.
Kajal, her sense of humor alive and well even during this surreal and life-changing act, joked, "Like Pringles, you can't just have one."
"Or two or three," Samantha smiled, as she reached her left hand back to tease Kajal's pussy.
"Oh, God," Kajal moaned on contact.
"Soon I'm going to devour this sweet cunt, Kajal," Samantha promised, as she moved her other hand to the back of Kajal's head to hold it deep inside her.
"Please," was all Kajal could say, muffled, as she eagerly licked and probed Samantha's cunt.
Samantha, looking at the clock and realizing too much time had flown by for leisure, decided to multi-task as she stood up and ordered, "Slide up the couch."
Kajal was briefly disappointed when the cunt disappeared, but quickly obeyed, as she watched Samantha turn around and straddle her face again but this time in the ultimate position... this time in a 69.
"Time is of the essence," Samantha pointed out before she buried her face in her pre-wedding snack.
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned as she tried to lick while being licked. The intense pleasure after this extensive teasing and temptation that had lasted for weeks had her mind go to mush.
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"Keep licking, my sister slut," Samantha ordered, knowing when name-calling was needed.
"Oh yes, I love your cunt," Kajal declared, as she resumed her hungry licking, wondering how she had resisted this temptation for so long.
"I know you do," Samantha moaned, as she slowly licked Kajal's box. Samantha was a pussy eating connoisseur, and knew how to drive a girl wild with her tongue.
Kajal licked and licked, moaning the entire time, as she wrapped her arms around Samantha's ass for better control.
Samantha teased the pussy lips, her tongue tracing over them gently. Samantha then parted the pussy lips wide as she spread them with her tongue.
"Oh God Samantha, you're driving me wild," Kajal moaned, first the teasing and now the firm pressure making her entire body tremble.
"You have a sweet-tasting pussy, you sexy thang," Samantha drawled.
"Guys don't say so," Kajal admitted between her own licks.
"Guys are fucking lazy idiots," Samantha said bluntly.
"Tough to argue with that," Kajal moaned, as they both then focused on the task at tongue.
Kajal licked rapidly and with eager aggressiveness; conversely, Samantha continued her tantric tease.
"Oh God, eat my cunt," Kajal begged, the teasing driving her crazy.
"I come first," Samantha pointed out.
"Oh God, you're driving me crazy," Kajal declared, as she doubled her efforts to get her off, to taste Samantha's cunt cum.
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"Go to the accelerator, it's called a clit," Samantha instructed, as she lifted her leg up to give easier access in their makeshift 69.
"You too," Kajal replied, as she attacked the big, swollen clit like she was on a full frontal attack.
"Oh yes," Samantha moaned, close to orgasm, as she flicked Kajal's clit every few seconds, then watched the bride-to-be's legs quiver involuntarily.
"They do like to roam," Kajal jokes, as she unclasped her bra herself and tossed it at Samantha.
"Oh that they do," Samantha smiled, taking a nice long, lingering look at the huge tits, before she wrapped the garter-belt around Kajal, her face almost buried in the big tits.
"They can be back-breakers," Kajal confessed, noticing Samantha's eyes lingering on her boobs and then feeling a chill go up her spine as hot breath hit her nipple.
"Well, why don't you lie down on the couch while I get you dressed?" Samantha suggested the end game was about to begin just as soon as she finished fastening Kajal's garter-belt.
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal replied, excited for what she felt was soon to occur... something she now desperately needed to occur.
Samantha grabbed the stockings as Kajal lay down on the couch, her legs draped over the end.
Samantha, getting a little more aggressive as she went in for the inevitable kill, one hundred percent confident from now on Kajal would do anything she asked, ordered,
"Extend your left leg, my sexy bride."
"Yes, ma'am," Kajal obeyed, liking to obey, liking the control and liking the attention.
"Good girl," Samantha purred, giving positive reinforcement to obedience as she slowly, seductively, rolled the stocking up the leg.
Kajal laughed playfully even as she desperately tried to hint at what she was willing to do, "Thanks, but sometimes I want to be a bad girl."
Samantha continued her seduction as she massaged the nylon-clad foot, knowing the erotic power of a foot massage. "You do, do you?" she asked coyly.
"It's just..." Kajal confessed, moaning softly from the arousing touch, subtly parting her legs a bit more, frustrated that Samantha hadn't just ravished her yet, "...I don't know how."
Samantha laughed softly, as she began to put on the second stocking, opening the door wide, "You sound like many of my previous straight girl seductions."
"And what happens next in these straight girl seductions?" Kajal asked, her puss on fire.
"I forever change their perceptions of sex," Samantha answered.
"How so?" Kajal questioned, as the second stocking was now on and fastened in place.
"The taste of my pussy is life altering," Samantha said. "As is my tongue..." she added, extending it out of her mouth and giving it a seductive wag as she slid her hands down Kajal's legs to massage the other foot, "...which is like a pleasure snake."
Kajal moaned again, "Oh my, that feels so good."
"So are you ready to be a bad girl?" Samantha asked.
Kajal moaned, wanting to scream yes, but instead answering vaguely, "I don't know, Samantha."
Samantha wanted Kajal to beg for it, to submit on her own as she moved her hands slowly back up her leg. "I think you do, Kajal."
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned, as Samantha's hand moved closer to her pussy. "Do you really want me to say it?"
Samantha's hand was now inches from the glistening wet pussy as she smiled, "Yes, I do, Kajal. First you have to say the words."
"Then please... please take me," Kajal blurted out.
Samantha moved to the couch, wordlessly straddled the bride-to-be's face, looked down at her and suggested, "I plan to give you the orgasm of your life, but first I think you need a better facial before you walk down the aisle."
Kajal stared at Samantha's pussy, didn't say a word, just allowed it to lower onto her face and once it touched down, she licked. She was instantly in awe not only of what she was doing, but of the scent and taste of Samantha's pussy. Did all pussies taste like this? More than one man had compared her pussy to fish and implied it didn't smell or taste good.
"Good girl," Samantha moaned, "lick my cunt."
"It tastes so good," Kajal said in a mesmerized state of submission.
"You understand nobody has ever been able to eat me just once," Samantha pointed out, knowing her sister-in-law-to-be would now be dining between her legs regularly. Samantha loved public sex, loved the risk of getting caught, and the idea of having Kajal go down on her when her brother was in the house, or other family members were nearby, was the ultimate rush.
Kajal, her sense of humor alive and well even during this surreal and life-changing act, joked, "Like Pringles, you can't just have one."
"Or two or three," Samantha smiled, as she reached her left hand back to tease Kajal's pussy.
"Oh, God," Kajal moaned on contact.
"Soon I'm going to devour this sweet cunt, Kajal," Samantha promised, as she moved her other hand to the back of Kajal's head to hold it deep inside her.
"Please," was all Kajal could say, muffled, as she eagerly licked and probed Samantha's cunt.
Samantha, looking at the clock and realizing too much time had flown by for leisure, decided to multi-task as she stood up and ordered, "Slide up the couch."
Kajal was briefly disappointed when the cunt disappeared, but quickly obeyed, as she watched Samantha turn around and straddle her face again but this time in the ultimate position... this time in a 69.
"Time is of the essence," Samantha pointed out before she buried her face in her pre-wedding snack.
"Oh God, Samantha," Kajal moaned as she tried to lick while being licked. The intense pleasure after this extensive teasing and temptation that had lasted for weeks had her mind go to mush.
"Keep licking, my sister slut," Samantha ordered, knowing when name-calling was needed.
"Oh yes, I love your cunt," Kajal declared, as she resumed her hungry licking, wondering how she had resisted this temptation for so long.
"I know you do," Samantha moaned, as she slowly licked Kajal's box. Samantha was a pussy eating connoisseur, and knew how to drive a girl wild with her tongue.
Kajal licked and licked, moaning the entire time, as she wrapped her arms around Samantha's ass for better control.
Samantha teased the pussy lips, her tongue tracing over them gently. Samantha then parted the pussy lips wide as she spread them with her tongue.
"Oh God Samantha, you're driving me wild," Kajal moaned, first the teasing and now the firm pressure making her entire body tremble.
"You have a sweet-tasting pussy, you sexy thang," Samantha drawled.
"Guys don't say so," Kajal admitted between her own licks.
"Guys are fucking lazy idiots," Samantha said bluntly.
"Tough to argue with that," Kajal moaned, as they both then focused on the task at tongue.
Kajal licked rapidly and with eager aggressiveness; conversely, Samantha continued her tantric tease.
"Oh God, eat my cunt," Kajal begged, the teasing driving her crazy.
"I come first," Samantha pointed out.
"Oh God, you're driving me crazy," Kajal declared, as she doubled her efforts to get her off, to taste Samantha's cunt cum.
"Go to the accelerator, it's called a clit," Samantha instructed, as she lifted her leg up to give easier access in their makeshift 69.
"You too," Kajal replied, as she attacked the big, swollen clit like she was on a full frontal attack.
"Oh yes," Samantha moaned, close to orgasm, as she flicked Kajal's clit every few seconds, then watched the bride-to-be's legs quiver involuntarily.
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"Come on my face, Samantha, make me your lesbian slut," Kajal begged, wanting both to taste Samantha's cum and to get off herself.
"Get ready, my sexy slut," Samantha said, as she began to grind on her face.
"Yes, give me your cum," Kajal begged, not at all concerned that her make-up, that had taken an hour to do, must now be a complete mess.
"Oh yes, fuck, eat my cunt, you cum-hungry lesbian slut," Samantha demanded, so close to orgasm that she had gotten aggressively verbal like she always did.
Kajal licked, and seconds later her entire face was splattered with a gush of cunt cum, surprising her with the excessive amount. Yet she kept licking, amazed by the taste, amazed by the reality of what she was doing, amazed by her own euphoria.
Samantha was surprised at how intense her orgasm was... although the climactic conclusion to a marathon seduction had played into it. She quit licking and for a minute enjoyed the euphoria coursing through her.
Kajal lapped up every drop of cunt cum she could, finding it as sweet as her favorite wine.
As the orgasm faded, Samantha got off the couch, spun Kajal around, dropped to the floor and buried her face into the bride-to-be's pussy. "Time for Nirvana, sister-slut!"
"Oh God, yes," Kajal moaned as Samantha now attacked her cunt with unbounded aggression.
Samantha shifted from teasing to pleasing as she probed the sweet cunt with her tongue. She wanted to give Kajal the greatest orgasm of her life.
"Oh yes, fuck, Samantha," Kajal babbled, "Oh God, I'm so close."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Are you decent, honey?"
"Oh God!" Kajal gasped.
Samantha kept licking, the idea of Kajal's mother being outside the door only enhancing her excitement.
Kajal, who was so close to the brink that she couldn't possibly control it, answered, "Give me a... minute!" The last word came more as a moan as the pleasure multiplied from the busy fingers sliding around inside her.
Samantha slid two fingers inside the sopping wet pussy and expertly located Kajal's likely never-before-visited g-spot. Her lips on the clit, her fingers tapping on the g-spot and Kajal's orgasm erupted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!" Kajal screamed into her hand as her g-spot was ignited and sparked an instant orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her head went light, her body caught fire and her cunt jetted out steamy cum in ways she never had before.
Samantha shook her head left to right and pulled out her fingers to catch the flood of cum flowing out of the bride-to-be.
Kajal's body quaked and quaked as she collapsed back and just let the heavens take over.
"Kajal!" her mom called out anxiously. "You okay?"
"Fine!" Kajal yelled, although her tone showed annoyance.
"Do you need any help?" the mother asked.
Samantha finally backed off from the intense pussy pleasing and said, "I'm just helping her relax"
"Oh, okay," Kajal's mom said.
"Can you make sure my parents have arrived while I finish up here?" Samantha asked, as she slid two fingers back inside the limp bride-to-be, who was still coming.
"Sure," Kajal's mom agreed. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"I'll make sure she is decent by then," Samantha promised, smiling at Kajal who looked completely beautiful in her disheveled post-orgasmic glow.
"Okay," Kajal's mom called out as she left.
Samantha pulled her fingers out, leaned forward and kissed Kajal.
Kajal kissed her back, the intimacy of the kiss, the softness of Samantha's lips, only adding a maraschino cherry to the perfect moment.
Samantha broke the kiss after only a few seconds before she said, "Now I've kissed both pairs of your lips."
"You're so bad," Kajal said, knowing she should get up and dressed, and yet feeling completely relaxed and totally unhurried in the afterglow of such pleasure.
"Oh, this is only stage one of your sexual awakening today," Samantha said, as she stood up and pulled Kajal to her unsteady feet.
"How many stages are there?"
"At least three."
"Does one of them include that strap-on you mentioned?"
"Definitely," Samantha nodded, planning to fuck her later.
"Too bad I have to go and get married now," Kajal jokes, as she goes to grab her dress.
"Yes, because next time we fuck, it will be incest," Samantha joked playfully, slapping her ass.
"Only by marriage," Kajal pointed out.
"But you'll still be my sister slut," Samantha said, as she helped her put on the dress.
"Anytime," Kajal agreed.
"Remember that," Samantha said, as she added, "and you'll keep wearing my cunt cum on your face for the entire ceremony.
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head as she wondered what she looked like after a face-riding.
"Oh, and that is exactly as you like me," Samantha said, before she moved close to Kajal and added, "You really are beautiful, Kajal."
"You are too, Samantha," Kajal returned the affection. After a pause, she said, "I'm not sure I can do this."
"Too late," Samantha said. "We already came, and we can't take it back."
"I mean get married," Kajal said, suddenly overwhelmed.
Samantha shifted from lesbian lover to maid-of-honour as she took Kajal's hands in hers and said, "I love you, Kajal."
"I love you too, Samantha," Kajal said.
"And you love my brother," Samantha said. "Right?"
"Yes, but..." Kajal began.
"That's it," Samantha said. "No buts. You get the best of both worlds: a man you love to have a family with, and a sister-in-law you love to get you off..." she paused and kissed her briefly before adding, "...whenever my brother can't."
"You're so bad," Kajal laughed at Samantha's prophetic words.
"And yet I make you feel so good," Samantha pointed out.
"God, I didn't know sex could ever be like that," Kajal sad.
"Oh? Then wait for stage three," Samantha foreshadowed, as she went and put on her dress, just as there was another knock at the door.
"How do I look?" Kajal asked, suddenly worried about her mother seeing her.
"Like a bride who was just face fucked by her sister-in-law," Samantha smiled.
"Oh God!" Kajal said, as there was another knock at the door.
"Honey, let me in,"
"Go reapply your make-up, I'll keep your mother entertained," Samantha said, moving to the door.
"I hope not the same way you just entertained me," Kajal said, heading to the washroom.
"Well, she is a pretty hot MILF," Samantha jibed, thinking a real incest threesome was a welcome addition to her sexual bucket list.
"You really are so bad," Kajal repeated for the umpteenth time as she disappeared into the washroom, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
THE END
"Get ready, my sexy slut," Samantha said, as she began to grind on her face.
"Yes, give me your cum," Kajal begged, not at all concerned that her make-up, that had taken an hour to do, must now be a complete mess.
"Oh yes, fuck, eat my cunt, you cum-hungry lesbian slut," Samantha demanded, so close to orgasm that she had gotten aggressively verbal like she always did.
Kajal licked, and seconds later her entire face was splattered with a gush of cunt cum, surprising her with the excessive amount. Yet she kept licking, amazed by the taste, amazed by the reality of what she was doing, amazed by her own euphoria.
Samantha was surprised at how intense her orgasm was... although the climactic conclusion to a marathon seduction had played into it. She quit licking and for a minute enjoyed the euphoria coursing through her.
Kajal lapped up every drop of cunt cum she could, finding it as sweet as her favorite wine.
As the orgasm faded, Samantha got off the couch, spun Kajal around, dropped to the floor and buried her face into the bride-to-be's pussy. "Time for Nirvana, sister-slut!"
"Oh God, yes," Kajal moaned as Samantha now attacked her cunt with unbounded aggression.
Samantha shifted from teasing to pleasing as she probed the sweet cunt with her tongue. She wanted to give Kajal the greatest orgasm of her life.
"Oh yes, fuck, Samantha," Kajal babbled, "Oh God, I'm so close."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Are you decent, honey?"
"Oh God!" Kajal gasped.
Samantha kept licking, the idea of Kajal's mother being outside the door only enhancing her excitement.
Kajal, who was so close to the brink that she couldn't possibly control it, answered, "Give me a... minute!" The last word came more as a moan as the pleasure multiplied from the busy fingers sliding around inside her.
Samantha slid two fingers inside the sopping wet pussy and expertly located Kajal's likely never-before-visited g-spot. Her lips on the clit, her fingers tapping on the g-spot and Kajal's orgasm erupted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!" Kajal screamed into her hand as her g-spot was ignited and sparked an instant orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her head went light, her body caught fire and her cunt jetted out steamy cum in ways she never had before.
Samantha shook her head left to right and pulled out her fingers to catch the flood of cum flowing out of the bride-to-be.
Kajal's body quaked and quaked as she collapsed back and just let the heavens take over.
"Kajal!" her mom called out anxiously. "You okay?"
"Fine!" Kajal yelled, although her tone showed annoyance.
"Do you need any help?" the mother asked.
Samantha finally backed off from the intense pussy pleasing and said, "I'm just helping her relax"
"Oh, okay," Kajal's mom said.
"Can you make sure my parents have arrived while I finish up here?" Samantha asked, as she slid two fingers back inside the limp bride-to-be, who was still coming.
"Sure," Kajal's mom agreed. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"I'll make sure she is decent by then," Samantha promised, smiling at Kajal who looked completely beautiful in her disheveled post-orgasmic glow.
"Okay," Kajal's mom called out as she left.
Samantha pulled her fingers out, leaned forward and kissed Kajal.
Kajal kissed her back, the intimacy of the kiss, the softness of Samantha's lips, only adding a maraschino cherry to the perfect moment.
Samantha broke the kiss after only a few seconds before she said, "Now I've kissed both pairs of your lips."
"You're so bad," Kajal said, knowing she should get up and dressed, and yet feeling completely relaxed and totally unhurried in the afterglow of such pleasure.
"Oh, this is only stage one of your sexual awakening today," Samantha said, as she stood up and pulled Kajal to her unsteady feet.
"How many stages are there?"
"At least three."
"Does one of them include that strap-on you mentioned?"
"Definitely," Samantha nodded, planning to fuck her later.
"Too bad I have to go and get married now," Kajal jokes, as she goes to grab her dress.
"Yes, because next time we fuck, it will be incest," Samantha joked playfully, slapping her ass.
"Only by marriage," Kajal pointed out.
"But you'll still be my sister slut," Samantha said, as she helped her put on the dress.
"Anytime," Kajal agreed.
"Remember that," Samantha said, as she added, "and you'll keep wearing my cunt cum on your face for the entire ceremony.
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head as she wondered what she looked like after a face-riding.
"Oh, and that is exactly as you like me," Samantha said, before she moved close to Kajal and added, "You really are beautiful, Kajal."
"You are too, Samantha," Kajal returned the affection. After a pause, she said, "I'm not sure I can do this."
"Too late," Samantha said. "We already came, and we can't take it back."
"I mean get married," Kajal said, suddenly overwhelmed.
Samantha shifted from lesbian lover to maid-of-honour as she took Kajal's hands in hers and said, "I love you, Kajal."
"I love you too, Samantha," Kajal said.
"And you love my brother," Samantha said. "Right?"
"Yes, but..." Kajal began.
"That's it," Samantha said. "No buts. You get the best of both worlds: a man you love to have a family with, and a sister-in-law you love to get you off..." she paused and kissed her briefly before adding, "...whenever my brother can't."
"You're so bad," Kajal laughed at Samantha's prophetic words.
"And yet I make you feel so good," Samantha pointed out.
"God, I didn't know sex could ever be like that," Kajal sad.
"Oh? Then wait for stage three," Samantha foreshadowed, as she went and put on her dress, just as there was another knock at the door.
"How do I look?" Kajal asked, suddenly worried about her mother seeing her.
"Like a bride who was just face fucked by her sister-in-law," Samantha smiled.
"Oh God!" Kajal said, as there was another knock at the door.
"Honey, let me in,"
"Go reapply your make-up, I'll keep your mother entertained," Samantha said, moving to the door.
"I hope not the same way you just entertained me," Kajal said, heading to the washroom.
"Well, she is a pretty hot MILF," Samantha jibed, thinking a real incest threesome was a welcome addition to her sexual bucket list.
"You really are so bad," Kajal repeated for the umpteenth time as she disappeared into the washroom, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
THE END
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"Anand Ji... please... you are like my brother. Please don't do this. I am a chaste and married woman" I was begging with teary eyes.
Sanjay Sharma had knelt above my head and locked my shoulders and pinned them down on the bed with all his strength.
He said to Anand reassuringly "Bhai... you start first..."
I couldn't move my arms and upper body. I could only kick my legs.
Anand Sharma said in a cold and hoarse voice "You have three choices Rajisha. Pay our money back with interest. Obviously you don't have that much money anymore after your husband lost it all."
"Or tell us where your loser husband is, we will take his life instead of money. You can remain a chaste widow".
I remained silent.
"The last option and easiest way out is, you can pay us with your body. Me and my brother will make you our private Randi and fuck you for days till your squeaky clean body reeks of our cum."
My naked body shivered with goosebumps. I stopped kicking my legs and closed my eyes.
Anand made a head gesture to Sanjay. Sanjay released his lock and let me free.
I didn't move. I covered my face with my hands in shame.
There was nothing to cover my naked body before these two strangers. No one other than my husband had seen me like this.
I felt Anand's heavy and naked body lay over me. "Ahhhh..... Rajisha..."
How did I end up like this?
***
Anupam and I have been married for the last 4 years. We were college sweethearts.
After his parents had passed away, Anupam took over their family business completely. I made the decision to stay at home and be a homemaker. Anupam was working hard and long hours yet we found time for ourselves. We still had the love and passion just like the first time we made love as college kids.
He was a baniya and I am a South Indian girl and we were so different yet complemented each other. Anupam used to say that I am a perfect south Indian stereotype beauty.Our sex life was healthy and we made love once a week.
I thought life was perfect and didn't wish for anything more. Not everything turns out to be the way you wish. Sometimes, life throws surprises which can turn everything upside down.
Initially, it started with some losses in the business and we thought it was manageable. Anupam rotated the funds and broke some savings hoping to bounce back. Instead, the losses multiplied and Anupam started doing number crunches. He was under tremendous stress.
However much I stood by his side and encouraged him, it was clear that Anupam had lost it. He started living like a ghost. He started coming home late hours and hardly spent any time with me.
Even when I tried to initiate sex as a stress-buster, he seemed to be disinterested. Anupam couldn't get a hard-on how much I tried.
I tried to go down on him and give him oral pleasure but he just laid down like the dead. He didn't even get a hard-on.
Though one side I understood that this was all because of the stress, still at times felt like I was not good enough. At times I also had the urge to have sex but I had to control myself as my husband was not interested
Slowly, I started feeling that he was drifting away from me no matter how hard I loved him. Then the worst started happening. He started gambling on the online poker sites and groups. All the savings and emergency funds were getting washed away by his new addiction and it was too late by the time I came to know about his addiction.
I tried to stop him from this addiction and took him to a psychiatrist. These sessions did more damage to our relationship than good. He revealed that he had borrowed money from some people and there was a huge debt to be **censored**.
That's when I heard about the Sharma brothers.
The Sharma brothers lived like kings and were politically connected. In addition to their several illegal businesses, they were into money lending for business men, like Anupam. Short term loans with high interests.
Unlike banks, there was no background check or documentation. Anupam had given our property documents as a security to the Sharma brothers.
Now that the debt was long due and Anupam had failed to pay the interest as well, the loan sharks were charging at us and we were about to lose the house we live in.
Sharma brothers had given a 24 hours ultimatum to Anupam last night. If we do not pay the dues by tonight, then we will be at their mercy.
To make things worse, we saw in the morning news that Rakesh, one wealthy businessman, was found dead. His body was dumped near the stone quarry. It was rumored that Rakesh had taken a loan from Sharma brothers and he couldn't repay. The word was that the Sharma brothers murdered Rakesh. But no one dared to say a word on record as everyone was afraid for their own lives.
We got really scared. I told Anupam that I will give him my jewels to pay off the debt and begged him to get rid of the gambling addiction and come back clean.
Anupam had taken the jewels to the pawn shop to exchange them for cash. I was getting dressed to go to the Sharma's and pay off their money.
I draped a maroon cotton Saree and put it on my sindhoor between my eyebrows and on my forehead.
***
I waited for almost two hours to realize that something was not right.
I called Anupam's mobile. After so many attempts, he picked up my call.
"Sh..Rajisha..."
"Anupam! Where are you?"
"Rajisha... I.. I am sorry. I lost it."
"What are you saying Anupam? What did you lose? My jewels?"
"N.. No... Rajisha I pawned the jewels and got the money.. But..."
"BUT???"
"I went to the poker house. I thought I could use the money and play a game and win everything I had lost".
My head started spinning.
"I.. I am.. sorry Rajisha.... You should pack your bags and go to your father's house. I am also going away to my friend's place. You please get out of the town".
I fainted on the floor.
***
When I regained consciousness, it was pitch dark. I was unconscious for hours.
I heard the noise of our main gate rattling and I remembered that I had kept it open expecting Anupam to return.
I gathered all my strength and got up. My legs could hardly stand.
I went near the door and that's when I saw two men entering our gate. They were talking in loud voices.
The Sharma brothers have come for their money!
I held the door and stood there motionless. I didn't know what to do. My head was still dizzy.
"Sanjay.. Is this the right address?"
"Yes Bhai. I came to see Anupam last month. He lives here with his wife."
"How is she?"
Sanjay chuckled and said "You should see for yourself bhai. In fact when we gave the money to Anupam I was secretly hoping that he will not repay us and we can come to collect it from his beautiful wife".
The men approached the door and I got a better view of them.
Anand Sharma, the elder brother was just about my height but I could see that he was heavily built but with a pot belly. After hearing all the gruesome stories, I had imagined him to be taller and menacing like the villains in movies. He had a stiff and emotionless face. He had a thick and well groomed beard and mustache. He looked like a man whose presence commands respect and not be messed with.
Sanjay Sharma, the younger brother was above 6 feet and well built. He looked like a bull. He could literally tear apart a man with bare hands. Unlike his elder brother, Sanjay was clean shaved and had a crew-cut.
The Sharma brothers were approaching the door point blank staring at me.
I started sweating in my maroon cotton saree.
***
Anand asked in an authoritative voice. "Is Anupam at home?"
"N..No..". I could hardly hear my own voice.
"Who are you to Anupam?" he asked.
I said "I am his wife. Rajisha".
Anand looked at the mangalsutra and my sindur as if he was scanning me with his eyes.
Then he took two steps closer and he was almost at a breathing distance to me. Anand looked at my eyes and said "Let us go inside and talk to Rajisha Madam".
I stepped aside from the door and let them inside the house and followed them.
Anand Sharma sat menacingly on the sofa and Sanjay stood next to him with his hands folded.
Anand asked. "Do you know why we are here?"
"Y..yeesss. Anupam owes you money".
"Wrong!" Anand shouted at me. "Anupam and you, his beloved beautiful wife, both of you owe us money. You live in his house, eat his food and enjoy all the comforts. But you don't have any responsibility for your husband's debt?"
I was ashamed and bowed my head down.
"Where is he?"
"..."
"Do you know when he will be back?"
"..."
"Has he run away for saving his ass?"
I didn't say a word.
Anand looked at Sanjay and said "I thought so. That selfish coward has run for his life leaving his beautiful wife behind. Let us teach him a lesson".
Sanjay asked "right now bhai?"
Anand looked at me from top to bottom as if he was scanning me and said "I can't wait any longer, Sanjay. And I am having a hard-on since I saw this bitch in this sexy maroon saree. Go and lock the door".
When Sanjay slammed the door and latched it felt as if thunder fell inside the house.
***
"Please give us some time. Anupam will return in the morning and we will pay you back". I begged Anand.
"Oh! Really? Make a video call to your husband. Let us hear it from him. Where is your phone?"
I instinctively looked at the dining table for my mobile phone.
Anand said in a commanding voice "Sanjay! Grab that phone and bring that bitch to me".
Sanjay moved so fast before I could comprehend what was happening. He picked up my mobile and came to me and grabbed my plaited hair as if he were grabbing a leash.
"AWWWhhh" I screamed in pain.
"Call Anupam" yelled Sanjay and forced my mobile into my hands.
I hesitated for a second.
"Rrrrrrrppppp"
Sanjay gave me a slap on my face and I lost balance and fell on the floor towards Anand's direction.
My mobile too fell on the floor and was sliding towards Anand's feet.
I was in terrible pain and shock.
Sanjay came near me and grabbed my hair again and dragged me towards Anand who was sitting on the sofa like a king.
"mmmmaaaaaahhh" I screamed in pain.
"Now pick up the phone and call your husband" threatened Sanjay.
I obeyed this time.
I kneeled and crawled towards my phone. My saree's pallu dropped off exposing deep cleavage and my boobs hanging inside the maroon blouse.
My mangalsutra was dangling over my cleavage as I crawled. Anand was enjoying the view as I crawled towards his direction and picked up the phone from near his feet.
I was in unbearable pain, anger and broke into tears as I made a video call to my husband.
Anand started unbuckling his trouser with a sly grin on his face. I turned my face away.
"Rajisha..." Anupam answered the video call. It looked like he was sitting on a bed at a hotel.
He could see that I was on the floor and a strong hand grabbing my pleated hair. His face turned pale.
Anand leaned forward and snatched the phone from me. I turned to his side in shock and saw that he had taken his trousers off and his dark pink dick was pointing up to the sky. His pot belly was squeezing out of his shirt.
"Anupam you bastard" yelled Anand Sharma looking at the phone. "Where the hell are you?"
Anupam remained quiet.
Anand made eye contact with Sanjay.
Sanjay tightened his grip on my hair and dragged me to Anand's lap.
"Listen you loser. Your wife says you will pay us back in the morning. But after seeing your beautiful wife we changed our minds. You can keep our money. We will keep your wife as our private slut. Is that a good deal?"
I couldn't hear any answer from Anupam's side.
Sanjay pushed my head forward as Anand held his cock and slapped it on my face. It had so much sticky precum. It felt disgusting.
Anand pointed the mobile camera to my face and asked "Oh! I would love to put my cock into your wife's pretty little mouth."
I closed my eyes and cried as Anand rubbed the pre-cum from his cock on my lips.
"She has the body and face of a teenager. But her boobs and ass look as big as a street side randi. You are a lucky man Anupam".
Anupam didn't even say a word after seeing me being abused by these bastards and my whole world shattered.
While Anand kept rubbing his penis on my lips, Sanjay slided his hands from behind into my blouse and squeezed my boobs roughly and said "we are also lucky Bhai. She is all ours now".
Sanjay Sharma had knelt above my head and locked my shoulders and pinned them down on the bed with all his strength.
He said to Anand reassuringly "Bhai... you start first..."
I couldn't move my arms and upper body. I could only kick my legs.
Anand Sharma said in a cold and hoarse voice "You have three choices Rajisha. Pay our money back with interest. Obviously you don't have that much money anymore after your husband lost it all."
"Or tell us where your loser husband is, we will take his life instead of money. You can remain a chaste widow".
I remained silent.
"The last option and easiest way out is, you can pay us with your body. Me and my brother will make you our private Randi and fuck you for days till your squeaky clean body reeks of our cum."
My naked body shivered with goosebumps. I stopped kicking my legs and closed my eyes.
Anand made a head gesture to Sanjay. Sanjay released his lock and let me free.
I didn't move. I covered my face with my hands in shame.
There was nothing to cover my naked body before these two strangers. No one other than my husband had seen me like this.
I felt Anand's heavy and naked body lay over me. "Ahhhh..... Rajisha..."
How did I end up like this?
***
Anupam and I have been married for the last 4 years. We were college sweethearts.
After his parents had passed away, Anupam took over their family business completely. I made the decision to stay at home and be a homemaker. Anupam was working hard and long hours yet we found time for ourselves. We still had the love and passion just like the first time we made love as college kids.
He was a baniya and I am a South Indian girl and we were so different yet complemented each other. Anupam used to say that I am a perfect south Indian stereotype beauty.Our sex life was healthy and we made love once a week.
I thought life was perfect and didn't wish for anything more. Not everything turns out to be the way you wish. Sometimes, life throws surprises which can turn everything upside down.
Initially, it started with some losses in the business and we thought it was manageable. Anupam rotated the funds and broke some savings hoping to bounce back. Instead, the losses multiplied and Anupam started doing number crunches. He was under tremendous stress.
However much I stood by his side and encouraged him, it was clear that Anupam had lost it. He started living like a ghost. He started coming home late hours and hardly spent any time with me.
Even when I tried to initiate sex as a stress-buster, he seemed to be disinterested. Anupam couldn't get a hard-on how much I tried.
I tried to go down on him and give him oral pleasure but he just laid down like the dead. He didn't even get a hard-on.
Though one side I understood that this was all because of the stress, still at times felt like I was not good enough. At times I also had the urge to have sex but I had to control myself as my husband was not interested
Slowly, I started feeling that he was drifting away from me no matter how hard I loved him. Then the worst started happening. He started gambling on the online poker sites and groups. All the savings and emergency funds were getting washed away by his new addiction and it was too late by the time I came to know about his addiction.
I tried to stop him from this addiction and took him to a psychiatrist. These sessions did more damage to our relationship than good. He revealed that he had borrowed money from some people and there was a huge debt to be **censored**.
That's when I heard about the Sharma brothers.
The Sharma brothers lived like kings and were politically connected. In addition to their several illegal businesses, they were into money lending for business men, like Anupam. Short term loans with high interests.
Unlike banks, there was no background check or documentation. Anupam had given our property documents as a security to the Sharma brothers.
Now that the debt was long due and Anupam had failed to pay the interest as well, the loan sharks were charging at us and we were about to lose the house we live in.
Sharma brothers had given a 24 hours ultimatum to Anupam last night. If we do not pay the dues by tonight, then we will be at their mercy.
To make things worse, we saw in the morning news that Rakesh, one wealthy businessman, was found dead. His body was dumped near the stone quarry. It was rumored that Rakesh had taken a loan from Sharma brothers and he couldn't repay. The word was that the Sharma brothers murdered Rakesh. But no one dared to say a word on record as everyone was afraid for their own lives.
We got really scared. I told Anupam that I will give him my jewels to pay off the debt and begged him to get rid of the gambling addiction and come back clean.
Anupam had taken the jewels to the pawn shop to exchange them for cash. I was getting dressed to go to the Sharma's and pay off their money.
I draped a maroon cotton Saree and put it on my sindhoor between my eyebrows and on my forehead.
***
I waited for almost two hours to realize that something was not right.
I called Anupam's mobile. After so many attempts, he picked up my call.
"Sh..Rajisha..."
"Anupam! Where are you?"
"Rajisha... I.. I am sorry. I lost it."
"What are you saying Anupam? What did you lose? My jewels?"
"N.. No... Rajisha I pawned the jewels and got the money.. But..."
"BUT???"
"I went to the poker house. I thought I could use the money and play a game and win everything I had lost".
My head started spinning.
"I.. I am.. sorry Rajisha.... You should pack your bags and go to your father's house. I am also going away to my friend's place. You please get out of the town".
I fainted on the floor.
***
When I regained consciousness, it was pitch dark. I was unconscious for hours.
I heard the noise of our main gate rattling and I remembered that I had kept it open expecting Anupam to return.
I gathered all my strength and got up. My legs could hardly stand.
I went near the door and that's when I saw two men entering our gate. They were talking in loud voices.
The Sharma brothers have come for their money!
I held the door and stood there motionless. I didn't know what to do. My head was still dizzy.
"Sanjay.. Is this the right address?"
"Yes Bhai. I came to see Anupam last month. He lives here with his wife."
"How is she?"
Sanjay chuckled and said "You should see for yourself bhai. In fact when we gave the money to Anupam I was secretly hoping that he will not repay us and we can come to collect it from his beautiful wife".
The men approached the door and I got a better view of them.
Anand Sharma, the elder brother was just about my height but I could see that he was heavily built but with a pot belly. After hearing all the gruesome stories, I had imagined him to be taller and menacing like the villains in movies. He had a stiff and emotionless face. He had a thick and well groomed beard and mustache. He looked like a man whose presence commands respect and not be messed with.
Sanjay Sharma, the younger brother was above 6 feet and well built. He looked like a bull. He could literally tear apart a man with bare hands. Unlike his elder brother, Sanjay was clean shaved and had a crew-cut.
The Sharma brothers were approaching the door point blank staring at me.
I started sweating in my maroon cotton saree.
***
Anand asked in an authoritative voice. "Is Anupam at home?"
"N..No..". I could hardly hear my own voice.
"Who are you to Anupam?" he asked.
I said "I am his wife. Rajisha".
Anand looked at the mangalsutra and my sindur as if he was scanning me with his eyes.
Then he took two steps closer and he was almost at a breathing distance to me. Anand looked at my eyes and said "Let us go inside and talk to Rajisha Madam".
I stepped aside from the door and let them inside the house and followed them.
Anand Sharma sat menacingly on the sofa and Sanjay stood next to him with his hands folded.
Anand asked. "Do you know why we are here?"
"Y..yeesss. Anupam owes you money".
"Wrong!" Anand shouted at me. "Anupam and you, his beloved beautiful wife, both of you owe us money. You live in his house, eat his food and enjoy all the comforts. But you don't have any responsibility for your husband's debt?"
I was ashamed and bowed my head down.
"Where is he?"
"..."
"Do you know when he will be back?"
"..."
"Has he run away for saving his ass?"
I didn't say a word.
Anand looked at Sanjay and said "I thought so. That selfish coward has run for his life leaving his beautiful wife behind. Let us teach him a lesson".
Sanjay asked "right now bhai?"
Anand looked at me from top to bottom as if he was scanning me and said "I can't wait any longer, Sanjay. And I am having a hard-on since I saw this bitch in this sexy maroon saree. Go and lock the door".
When Sanjay slammed the door and latched it felt as if thunder fell inside the house.
***
"Please give us some time. Anupam will return in the morning and we will pay you back". I begged Anand.
"Oh! Really? Make a video call to your husband. Let us hear it from him. Where is your phone?"
I instinctively looked at the dining table for my mobile phone.
Anand said in a commanding voice "Sanjay! Grab that phone and bring that bitch to me".
Sanjay moved so fast before I could comprehend what was happening. He picked up my mobile and came to me and grabbed my plaited hair as if he were grabbing a leash.
"AWWWhhh" I screamed in pain.
"Call Anupam" yelled Sanjay and forced my mobile into my hands.
I hesitated for a second.
"Rrrrrrrppppp"
Sanjay gave me a slap on my face and I lost balance and fell on the floor towards Anand's direction.
My mobile too fell on the floor and was sliding towards Anand's feet.
I was in terrible pain and shock.
Sanjay came near me and grabbed my hair again and dragged me towards Anand who was sitting on the sofa like a king.
"mmmmaaaaaahhh" I screamed in pain.
"Now pick up the phone and call your husband" threatened Sanjay.
I obeyed this time.
I kneeled and crawled towards my phone. My saree's pallu dropped off exposing deep cleavage and my boobs hanging inside the maroon blouse.
My mangalsutra was dangling over my cleavage as I crawled. Anand was enjoying the view as I crawled towards his direction and picked up the phone from near his feet.
I was in unbearable pain, anger and broke into tears as I made a video call to my husband.
Anand started unbuckling his trouser with a sly grin on his face. I turned my face away.
"Rajisha..." Anupam answered the video call. It looked like he was sitting on a bed at a hotel.
He could see that I was on the floor and a strong hand grabbing my pleated hair. His face turned pale.
Anand leaned forward and snatched the phone from me. I turned to his side in shock and saw that he had taken his trousers off and his dark pink dick was pointing up to the sky. His pot belly was squeezing out of his shirt.
"Anupam you bastard" yelled Anand Sharma looking at the phone. "Where the hell are you?"
Anupam remained quiet.
Anand made eye contact with Sanjay.
Sanjay tightened his grip on my hair and dragged me to Anand's lap.
"Listen you loser. Your wife says you will pay us back in the morning. But after seeing your beautiful wife we changed our minds. You can keep our money. We will keep your wife as our private slut. Is that a good deal?"
I couldn't hear any answer from Anupam's side.
Sanjay pushed my head forward as Anand held his cock and slapped it on my face. It had so much sticky precum. It felt disgusting.
Anand pointed the mobile camera to my face and asked "Oh! I would love to put my cock into your wife's pretty little mouth."
I closed my eyes and cried as Anand rubbed the pre-cum from his cock on my lips.
"She has the body and face of a teenager. But her boobs and ass look as big as a street side randi. You are a lucky man Anupam".
Anupam didn't even say a word after seeing me being abused by these bastards and my whole world shattered.
While Anand kept rubbing his penis on my lips, Sanjay slided his hands from behind into my blouse and squeezed my boobs roughly and said "we are also lucky Bhai. She is all ours now".
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Anand nodded and said "So we take your silence as acceptance Anupam. From now on she is our wife."
There was some ruffling noise on the phone. I heard some woman saying "who are you talking to baby?"
Anand started laughing hysterically. "You mother fucker Anupam! You left your beautiful chaste wife alone at our mercy and you are fucking with some whore?" Anand turned the mobile screen to me.
I could see my husband Anupam sitting on the bed and in the dressing mirror next to him there was a reflection of a naked woman stepping out of the bathroom.
"Anupammm..." I screamed.
"I... I am sorry Rajisha..." before I could say anything further Anupam disconnected the call.
My head was boiling in rage. I was being manhandled by these two mean bastards. And my husband had lost all my jewels and is fucking with some bitch.
Suddenly all my tears stopped and I felt so much anger on Anupam.
"Tcchhh... tchhhh" mocked Anand. "I think we got our answer from your husband Rajisha. Sanjay.. Bring her to the bed".
***
I was already so weak since I fainted in the evening. And now I was in shock and couldn't fully comprehend the sequence of events.
Sanjay lifted me up in his arms as if I were some plush toy, I did not show any resistance. I was drained both physically and emotionally to fight these goons.
Anand walked to the bedroom half naked and was removing his shirt on his way. His fat hairy ass was juggling as he walked. He had hair all over his shoulders and chest and it was an eye striking contrast to his fair skin.
Sanjay took me into the bedroom and tossed me on to the bed.
I fell on the bed facing downwards.
Sanjay jumped on the bed and pulled my saree with all his force. I rolled on the bed as the saree gave away.
I was now facing up. Anand joined us in the bed and grabbed my cotton blouse and ripped it apart.
As I covered my cleavage with my hands in reflex, Sanjay pulled my petticoat and panties down. I locked my legs tight to cover my pussy.
In less than 5 seconds the two brothers had stripped me naked like a doll.
Sanjay crawled up and kneeled above my head.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them down on the bed.
Anand was now squatting near me and unbuckled my bra. He looked like a polar bear with thick and black facial and pubic hair.
"Look at the massive milky white boobs. like a ripe muskmelon" his eyes became wide as if I were some treat.
I was completely naked and my golden mangalsutra was the only accessory.
I wriggled my body in protest but Sanjay had pinned my arms down and I couldn't move.
Anand touched my breasts and said "they are soft like satin. So smooth" And he bent his head forward and came for my nipples. Strangely, they had become erect in response to Anand's touches.
"look at her big rust coloured areolas. They look so appetizing as if she is lactating".
"Nooooo stopp it.." I begged.
Anand first kissed my nipples and started sucking them. His hands were crushing my boobs while his mouth was busy sucking and nibbling. His pricky beard was rubbing all over my boobs as he did it.
"Anand Ji... please... you are like my brother. Please don't do this. I am a chaste and married woman" I was begging with teary eyes.
Sanjay Sharma had knelt above my head and locked my shoulders and pinned them down on the bed with all his strength. He said to Anand reassuringly "Bhai... you start first..."
I couldn't move my arms and upper body. I could only kick my legs.
"Please... Leave me" I cried.
Anand Sharma said in a cold and hoarse voice "You have three choices Rajisha. Pay our money back with interest. Obviously you don't have that much money anymore after your husband lost it all."
"Or tell us where your loser husband is, we will take his life instead of money. You can remain a chaste widow".
I remained silent.
"The last option and easiest way out is, you can pay us with your body. Me and my brother will make you our private Randi and fuck you for days till your squeaky clean body reeks of our cum."
"Honestly... after seeing your beauty we are ready to let go of our money"
My naked body shivered with goosebumps. I stopped kicking my legs and closed my eyes.
Anand made a head gesture to Sanjay. Sanjay released his lock and let me free.
I didn't move. I covered my face with my hands in shame.
There was nothing to cover my naked body before these two strangers. No one other than my husband had seen me like this.
I felt Anand's heavy and naked body lay over me. "Ahhhh..... Rajisha..."
I stopped resisting and laid numb.
***
"You are so beautiful and homely. I don't like those waxed sluts who are ready to fuck us if we throw some money at them" said Anand.
I opened my eyes and was prepared to see what was happening.
Anand first came near my face and started kissing all over my cheeks.
Every time he kissed my face, his thick beard and mustache pricked my tender skin.
"Ahhhhh" I moaned in reflex. I realised it sounded sexual and immediately covered my mouth.
Anand had now moved his pricky face from my face to my boobs.
He held both my boobs and said "I can't even hold them with my hands. For your short and petite body and little face your boobs are so massive. I bet men keep staring at your boobs when they see you".
My husband had softer facial hair and he was always clean shaven. The more Anand's beard rubbed my sensitive skin, the more I wanted it.
Something like a newly acquired taste.
Anand took my hands off from my mouth and kissed my lips and started sucking my lower lip. He anticipated me to open my mouth but I didn't cooperate.
Anand pushed his tongue inside my lips and started biting my lower lip hard. As I opened my mouth in pain he stuck his tongue in and started kissing me deeper.
Anand sucked up my saliva and lifted his face up and said "even your saliva tastes so good. you are one posh and clean bitch."
Then Anand did something I wasn't prepared for.
He went down to kiss my neck. His hot breath, his thick beard rubbing my neck and the sexual tension all collectively did something.
"Ahhhh.... awww.... Anand ji..." I moaned shamelessly.
"Pleaseee... please stop"
Anand chuckled with pride that he made me moan. "Look how your tiny nostrils are flared and breathing fire in anticipation. I know you are enjoying this. I found your sexual trigger spot."
Then he started sucking, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders.
"Awwwweeee.." I moved my hands instinctively in uncontrollable pleasure and grabbed Anand's hairy shoulders tightly.
Anand slowly inched down my body. Kissing and sucking my boobs all the way down. Rubbing his beard all over and giving me skin sores.
"Please... please stopppp" I begged.
When he was kissing my navel I grabbed his hair in response and caressed it. My lips were asking him to stop but my moans and hands were exposing my pretence.
Anand started kissing below my navel and inched to my vagina. I still had my legs locked tightly covering my pussy. Anand looked up at my face from there and started kissing my pubic area.
He started rubbing his bearded face wildly all over that spot and over my satin soft thighs. I started leaking precum and couldn't resist anymore.
I wanted him to eat my pussy. I haven't had an orgasm in about more than a year since my husband had stopped having sex with me.
Moreover, Anupam never went down on me like this. He had touched and kissed my pussy but I never knew and craved for oral pleasure like this.
"Awww... stop this Anand....ji..." I continued my fake begging.
Anand looked at me teasingly and said "OK Rajisha. I will stop".
He pulled his face back and stared at me teasingly.
I waited for few seconds hoping Anand would continue giving me oral pleasure. But he was still teasing.
In one rush of passion, my hands automatically went for his head, grabbed his hair and pushed his head down on me. I unlocked my legs and opened up my vagina.
Anand smiled victoriously and stuffed his face in between my thighs.
"Oh my God!!!!" I screamed.
I could sense how much dripping wet I was between my thighs and the whole room was filled with my pussy scent.
Anand's warm tongue licked and swirled over my pussy that was heating up like a preheated oven getting ready to bake.
I was shamelessly oozing precum and I moaned like whore.
"Anand ji... you are killing me. I want you to keep doing it. But I am feeling guilty. I have never been with anyone other than my husband. Please do something.."
Anand inserted two fingers inside my vagina and started fingering me slowly. Every time his fingers went in and out, my pussy was spurting fresh and warm streams of precum.
Anand kept licking and drinking all my juices as if he was drinking from a fountain.
I felt guilt and shame that a strange man controlled my pussy with two fingers and his lips and made me beg like a sex slave. "Anand ji... stop this... something is happening inside me.. there is a fireball in my belly".
Every time I asked him to stop I actually wanted him to keep doing it. As if Anand could read my mind he picked up pace and tried variations and rhythm.
He was making dirty slurping noises while eating my pussy, like a dog licking it's bowl.
"Awwww... oh God! I think I am going to cum" I moaned.
Anand kept on licking and sucking my pussy as his beard was rubbing my clit and thick and luscious pussy lips.
I couldn't control myself and held Sanjay's strong arms for support as my orgasm was building up. Anand licked and sucked my life out of my vagina.
"Awwww.... mmmmmaaaahhhh...." I screamed. My body twisted and twitched as I had a big orgasm and drenched Anand's face with my cum.
There was some ruffling noise on the phone. I heard some woman saying "who are you talking to baby?"
Anand started laughing hysterically. "You mother fucker Anupam! You left your beautiful chaste wife alone at our mercy and you are fucking with some whore?" Anand turned the mobile screen to me.
I could see my husband Anupam sitting on the bed and in the dressing mirror next to him there was a reflection of a naked woman stepping out of the bathroom.
"Anupammm..." I screamed.
"I... I am sorry Rajisha..." before I could say anything further Anupam disconnected the call.
My head was boiling in rage. I was being manhandled by these two mean bastards. And my husband had lost all my jewels and is fucking with some bitch.
Suddenly all my tears stopped and I felt so much anger on Anupam.
"Tcchhh... tchhhh" mocked Anand. "I think we got our answer from your husband Rajisha. Sanjay.. Bring her to the bed".
***
I was already so weak since I fainted in the evening. And now I was in shock and couldn't fully comprehend the sequence of events.
Sanjay lifted me up in his arms as if I were some plush toy, I did not show any resistance. I was drained both physically and emotionally to fight these goons.
Anand walked to the bedroom half naked and was removing his shirt on his way. His fat hairy ass was juggling as he walked. He had hair all over his shoulders and chest and it was an eye striking contrast to his fair skin.
Sanjay took me into the bedroom and tossed me on to the bed.
I fell on the bed facing downwards.
Sanjay jumped on the bed and pulled my saree with all his force. I rolled on the bed as the saree gave away.
I was now facing up. Anand joined us in the bed and grabbed my cotton blouse and ripped it apart.
As I covered my cleavage with my hands in reflex, Sanjay pulled my petticoat and panties down. I locked my legs tight to cover my pussy.
In less than 5 seconds the two brothers had stripped me naked like a doll.
Sanjay crawled up and kneeled above my head.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them down on the bed.
Anand was now squatting near me and unbuckled my bra. He looked like a polar bear with thick and black facial and pubic hair.
"Look at the massive milky white boobs. like a ripe muskmelon" his eyes became wide as if I were some treat.
I was completely naked and my golden mangalsutra was the only accessory.
I wriggled my body in protest but Sanjay had pinned my arms down and I couldn't move.
Anand touched my breasts and said "they are soft like satin. So smooth" And he bent his head forward and came for my nipples. Strangely, they had become erect in response to Anand's touches.
"look at her big rust coloured areolas. They look so appetizing as if she is lactating".
"Nooooo stopp it.." I begged.
Anand first kissed my nipples and started sucking them. His hands were crushing my boobs while his mouth was busy sucking and nibbling. His pricky beard was rubbing all over my boobs as he did it.
"Anand Ji... please... you are like my brother. Please don't do this. I am a chaste and married woman" I was begging with teary eyes.
Sanjay Sharma had knelt above my head and locked my shoulders and pinned them down on the bed with all his strength. He said to Anand reassuringly "Bhai... you start first..."
I couldn't move my arms and upper body. I could only kick my legs.
"Please... Leave me" I cried.
Anand Sharma said in a cold and hoarse voice "You have three choices Rajisha. Pay our money back with interest. Obviously you don't have that much money anymore after your husband lost it all."
"Or tell us where your loser husband is, we will take his life instead of money. You can remain a chaste widow".
I remained silent.
"The last option and easiest way out is, you can pay us with your body. Me and my brother will make you our private Randi and fuck you for days till your squeaky clean body reeks of our cum."
"Honestly... after seeing your beauty we are ready to let go of our money"
My naked body shivered with goosebumps. I stopped kicking my legs and closed my eyes.
Anand made a head gesture to Sanjay. Sanjay released his lock and let me free.
I didn't move. I covered my face with my hands in shame.
There was nothing to cover my naked body before these two strangers. No one other than my husband had seen me like this.
I felt Anand's heavy and naked body lay over me. "Ahhhh..... Rajisha..."
I stopped resisting and laid numb.
***
"You are so beautiful and homely. I don't like those waxed sluts who are ready to fuck us if we throw some money at them" said Anand.
I opened my eyes and was prepared to see what was happening.
Anand first came near my face and started kissing all over my cheeks.
Every time he kissed my face, his thick beard and mustache pricked my tender skin.
"Ahhhhh" I moaned in reflex. I realised it sounded sexual and immediately covered my mouth.
Anand had now moved his pricky face from my face to my boobs.
He held both my boobs and said "I can't even hold them with my hands. For your short and petite body and little face your boobs are so massive. I bet men keep staring at your boobs when they see you".
My husband had softer facial hair and he was always clean shaven. The more Anand's beard rubbed my sensitive skin, the more I wanted it.
Something like a newly acquired taste.
Anand took my hands off from my mouth and kissed my lips and started sucking my lower lip. He anticipated me to open my mouth but I didn't cooperate.
Anand pushed his tongue inside my lips and started biting my lower lip hard. As I opened my mouth in pain he stuck his tongue in and started kissing me deeper.
Anand sucked up my saliva and lifted his face up and said "even your saliva tastes so good. you are one posh and clean bitch."
Then Anand did something I wasn't prepared for.
He went down to kiss my neck. His hot breath, his thick beard rubbing my neck and the sexual tension all collectively did something.
"Ahhhh.... awww.... Anand ji..." I moaned shamelessly.
"Pleaseee... please stop"
Anand chuckled with pride that he made me moan. "Look how your tiny nostrils are flared and breathing fire in anticipation. I know you are enjoying this. I found your sexual trigger spot."
Then he started sucking, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders.
"Awwwweeee.." I moved my hands instinctively in uncontrollable pleasure and grabbed Anand's hairy shoulders tightly.
Anand slowly inched down my body. Kissing and sucking my boobs all the way down. Rubbing his beard all over and giving me skin sores.
"Please... please stopppp" I begged.
When he was kissing my navel I grabbed his hair in response and caressed it. My lips were asking him to stop but my moans and hands were exposing my pretence.
Anand started kissing below my navel and inched to my vagina. I still had my legs locked tightly covering my pussy. Anand looked up at my face from there and started kissing my pubic area.
He started rubbing his bearded face wildly all over that spot and over my satin soft thighs. I started leaking precum and couldn't resist anymore.
I wanted him to eat my pussy. I haven't had an orgasm in about more than a year since my husband had stopped having sex with me.
Moreover, Anupam never went down on me like this. He had touched and kissed my pussy but I never knew and craved for oral pleasure like this.
"Awww... stop this Anand....ji..." I continued my fake begging.
Anand looked at me teasingly and said "OK Rajisha. I will stop".
He pulled his face back and stared at me teasingly.
I waited for few seconds hoping Anand would continue giving me oral pleasure. But he was still teasing.
In one rush of passion, my hands automatically went for his head, grabbed his hair and pushed his head down on me. I unlocked my legs and opened up my vagina.
Anand smiled victoriously and stuffed his face in between my thighs.
"Oh my God!!!!" I screamed.
I could sense how much dripping wet I was between my thighs and the whole room was filled with my pussy scent.
Anand's warm tongue licked and swirled over my pussy that was heating up like a preheated oven getting ready to bake.
I was shamelessly oozing precum and I moaned like whore.
"Anand ji... you are killing me. I want you to keep doing it. But I am feeling guilty. I have never been with anyone other than my husband. Please do something.."
Anand inserted two fingers inside my vagina and started fingering me slowly. Every time his fingers went in and out, my pussy was spurting fresh and warm streams of precum.
Anand kept licking and drinking all my juices as if he was drinking from a fountain.
I felt guilt and shame that a strange man controlled my pussy with two fingers and his lips and made me beg like a sex slave. "Anand ji... stop this... something is happening inside me.. there is a fireball in my belly".
Every time I asked him to stop I actually wanted him to keep doing it. As if Anand could read my mind he picked up pace and tried variations and rhythm.
He was making dirty slurping noises while eating my pussy, like a dog licking it's bowl.
"Awwww... oh God! I think I am going to cum" I moaned.
Anand kept on licking and sucking my pussy as his beard was rubbing my clit and thick and luscious pussy lips.
I couldn't control myself and held Sanjay's strong arms for support as my orgasm was building up. Anand licked and sucked my life out of my vagina.
"Awwww.... mmmmmaaaahhhh...." I screamed. My body twisted and twitched as I had a big orgasm and drenched Anand's face with my cum.
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