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As she started her daily walk from the bus stand to Raju’s house, Anjali couldn’t help but reflect on how good life was a few months ago. It was all messed up now. Suresh was transferred to another sub-district, and while that was distressing, what hit her harder was the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to call her after so long.
Maybe she was just a plaything for him; maybe he never loved her after all.
As the house came into view from behind a cluster of neem branches, her face turned even more gloomy. It was at Raju’s house that she had first met him.
Priya, Raju’s wife, opened the door after making her wait outside for a while. Her bones chilled whenever she saw the look on that woman’s face. “Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to come in?” Priya’s voice was ice. Anjali curled her lips and walked in. What she ever did to wrong that woman, she had no idea.
Raju gave her a smile and a nod when she walked by and then went back to reading his paper. She went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for the entire family. Not long after, the chapatis were rolled and the chickpeas were cooked.
She liked the hectic pace at which she had to work every day; it took her mind off things. At about nine ‘o’clock, Raju entered the kitchen to tell her that he was leaving. Priya left earlier and after Raju leaves, she’ll have the house all to herself.
When she was done with her kitchen work, she sat on a chair and tried to read the newspaper. She barely read two sentences before thoughts of Suresh invaded her mind. It seemed like these days she couldn’t even enjoy a break.
Suresh always came around one way or the other to ruin her day. Now that she was all alone, she was thinking about all the good times they had in bed. She missed that the most. The memory of his hairy chest brushing against her erect nipples as he penetrated her wildly made her wet down there.
After Suresh left, the only fuck she ever got was, strangely enough, from her father-in-law, Gopal.
It was raining heavily that night, she remembered. She was in her room. Her son Appu was asleep on the sofa in the living room. The sound of a door slamming shut woke her. She sat up in the bed rubbing her eyes, noting the stench of alcohol and urine that suddenly filled the room.
Lightning cracked open the skies and the glass windows illuminated the face of the man who stood towering over her. Anjali gasped and recoiled back in her bed. Her father-in-law was soaked to the skin, water dripping down his thick grey beard, which reached down to his chest.
His eyes were sunken and red, and he looked like a vagrant in his muddy wet clothes. His cock was sticking out from between the folds of his lungi, rock hard and covered in veins. “Rukmini,” he called her. That was his wife’s name. She passed away a few years after Anjali’s husband did.
He sat beside her on the bed and the stench of urine was even stronger now. Anjali covered her nose and backed away.
He leaned forward and forcefully planted a kiss on her lips and pushed her down. She tried to resist and push him away but he locked her wrists in his iron grip. His foul alcoholic breath was too much to bear at first, but after a while, Anjali stopped resisting.
He clenched her tongue in between his lips and sucked hard. His saliva trickled down her tongue and she tasted its bitterness and hugged him tightly. The old man nudged her nightie slowly up to her belly and started humping her, moving back and forth slowly, not realizing that his daughter-in-law still had her panty on.
Anjali moaned as he kissed her neck and fondled her breasts, his long grey hair tickling her face. Under his weight, she found it difficult to remove her panty, but she managed to shove it down a couple of inches and he finally penetrated her. When his cock felt her wetness, he shifted into another gear and started humping faster.
After a while, Anjali’s nightie was on the floor, then her bra, immediately followed by her panty. Her father-in-law’s lungi covered their nakedness and the vile act continued as he kissed her bare breasts and chewed on them.
“I’ll give you a son today Rukmini.” he murmured. The bed rocked and squeaked all night and they both bathed in the other’s sweat. He filled her three times that night and when morning came, he was nowhere to be found.
And that was only a few weeks ago. Gopal couldn’t look her in the eye after that and they avoided each other as much as possible.
“Curse him.. I’m even wetter now.” Her hand was under her skirt, doing the only thing she could do to satisfy herself. She imagined herself riding a man whose face was shrouded in darkness. Sometimes he looked like Suresh and other times he looked like Gopal.
She gripped the arm of the chair tightly and straightened her back, panting loudly as her fingers went in and out. Her face was reddening as she neared the precipice of a climax.
DING DONG.
Her voracious fingering was soon called to a halt when the doorbell rang, and she sprang up to her feet, quickly licking away the juices from her fingers and cursing whoever was behind that door.
An old man stepped inside, flanked by two large men in identical black shirts and gold-trimmed mundus. She assumed that they were his bodyguards. The man they were guarding looked ancient. A thousand wrinkles creased his face and tiny wisps of white hair sprouted out of his ears.
“You must be Anjali,” he said, after looking her over once from head to toe. “I’m Rajan. I’m the district head for the KCB party.” His sleeve rode up as he extended his hand for a shake, his loose skin dangling from his wrist.
“Nice to meet you, sir. But how do you know my name?”
“Your father-in-law and I are good friends. We had a long talk the other day. Umm.. may I take a seat? My legs are not as strong as they used to be.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Do come in.”
The old man walked past her, leaning on a stick with his back hunched; the two guards followed him like shadows eyeing the place and the maid with interest.
“Can I get you something to drink. How about tea?” she asked once he sat on the sofa.
“No. That would take too long. Take a seat Anjali. I have something I want to ask you.”
Anjali gently sat on the armchair opposite him, her hands clutching her knees. The three men had their eyes fixed on her, each one running down the length of her body.
“Do my guards frighten you? You don’t need to worry. Prashant and Vineeth won’t harm a fly unless I ask them to,” he said vainly, giving his stick to one of them. Anjali gave a half-smile.
“Now, the matter for which I came,” he leaned forward, steepling his hands under his chin. “I would like to marry you.”
“What?” said Anjali, with a baffled look on her face. She pondered for a while before she spoke next. “But.. But.. you’re so old.”
“So? Rich men my age marry teenagers. You’re not that young.”
“But sir.. why?”
“This is your father-in-law’s wish mostly. He decided that he didn’t want to keep you there after what happened between you two.”
Oh Rama, he told him about that night.
“No reason to be ashamed,” he said with a smirk. “You were both lonely after the deaths of your better halves and you both had needs. I understand. I once had a threesome with both my daughters-in-law and Gopal knows about it.”
Anjali’s jaw dropped to the floor at that revelation.
“In truth, I didn’t want anything to do with you, until Gopal showed me your photos. I was even happier when I saw you in person. You my dear, have the figure of a goddess.”
“So you want to marry me because I have the figure of a goddess?”
Rajan crossed his legs and ground his jaws. “That and more. I have political reasons too. You’re a Dalit, aren’t you? Marrying you will help me secure some votes from the Dalit community for the upcoming election. Do I need any more reasons?”
“No, you don’t. But I do. I’m not going to marry you just because you’re rich.”
“Oh. You’re worried I won’t be able to satisfy you in bed and that you’ll have to go to Gopal again for a good fuck. Is that it?” he said with a titter.
Anjali felt her cheeks flaring up and one of the guards looked at her and gave a chuckle. She didn’t know if that was Prasanth or Vineeth.
“No need to worry, dear Anjali. I’ll fuck you better than Gopal did.. or even that Suresh guy,” his eyes twinkled.
Astonishment crept up on Anjali’s face once again. “Yes, I know about him too,” he laughed. “We’ll fuck all day and night Anjali. Don’t worry about such trivial things. What do you say?”
Anjali was at a loss of words again. When the callousness of what he had said faded, she expressed her disapproval.
“Really? I thought that was an enticing offer. I’m surprised that you refused.”
Rajan sat rubbing the stubble on his chin. Anjali decided that when she gets home today, she was going to let her father-in-law have a piece of her mind.
“Ok, I understand,” he said standing up. “But if you do change your mind, here’s my card.” His fingers rooted for the card in his pocket, and after giving it to her, he said his goodbyes and left.
THE MANAGER
It was for days like this that Mr. Joseph Koshy lived. He has been waiting for her arrival eagerly since morning. As he sat in his recliner looking at her name in his file over and over again, he realized something. The shutters are open.
He closed the shutters, making sure that his office was no longer bare to the scrutiny of his inferiors. If someone sees something, then I’m a dead man.
He walked back to his seat. After adjusting the nameplate holder that said “JOSEPH KOSHY – BANK MANAGER”, he sat down once again.
Joseph tried to do some work until she arrived but couldn’t concentrate. His fingers were tapping the desk like the feet of some restless stallions. Then finally, at about 5 pm he heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said, and in walked the woman he had been waiting for since morning. She was wearing the same thing she wore the last time. A blue saree over a faded red blouse. Her jet-black was meticulously braided in a zigzag fashion on either side, ending in an oval bun behind her.
“Sit down Anjali,” he said in a dull tone.
She kept her handbag on her lap and sat down across from him. Joseph looked through her files and his gaze flickered back and forth from the file and her face.
“I’m sure that you know why I called you here. You haven’t paid your monthly installments on the mortgage loan for the last three months.” He dropped the file on the table and rubbed his nose. “We need to arrive at some sort of an agreement otherwise I have no choice but to sell your house and settle our losses.”
“Just give me some time sir. I’ll pay the sum as soon as I can. It’s hard without my husband.” she said in a depressed tone
“The bank doesn’t want to hear about your problems Anjali. We want the money. Do you have it?” Joseph said apathetically.
“Not now but..”
“You don’t. That’s all I want to hear.”
Joseph had never done this in the office before-he usually does it at home. Sometimes he shared the women with his friends, but not this one. No, she’s too special for the likes of them.
He had called her late in the evening for a reason. Only the manager stays in the office after 5 pm and most of the staff had already begun to leave. He could hear the clatter of their footsteps against the tiled floor outside. Clueless footsteps rushing home to their mediocre lives to watch the mind-numbing soap operas and reality shows.
He informed Anjali about his intentions and her current predicament. She first expressed shock and told him how disgusted she was to hear him even suggest something like that. That was nothing new, that’s how it always starts.
Joseph pressed her again. “Do what I say or say goodbye to your house.” She said she’ll call the police, but she understood that she’ll lose the house anyway. Then she started crying and begging – that was Joseph’s favourite part, it meant that she was just one step away from totally submitting to him.
Joseph scrolled through the playlist on his cell phone for a sexy song while Anjali started undraping her saree. The folds of her fleshy belly fell over her petticoat like mushy dough.
His cock stirred in his pants. Joseph got up from his seat and sat at the edge of the table. “Dance,” he said, turning the music on.
His office was soundproof for the most part. Even if someone could hear it, there was nothing sinister in putting on some music. Anjali stood stumped for a while, her arms straight like a soldier’s. When she finally started to bust out some moves, Joseph laughed heartily at its ridiculousness.
“Not like that. Dance sexy, make me hard” he said cheekily.
Holding her head up high, Anjali started to sway her broad hips from side to side. She raised her arms to the air – revealing the wet circles staining her blouse under her armpits – and wiggled her body like a snake.
Caught in a trance, Joseph watched her belly folds folding and unfolding, her blouse sagging downwards. Anjali turned sideways and waggled her ass, her long eyelashes inviting him to bed her.
As the song went on, she became more creative. Lying on the floor, she pushed up her bulbous breasts and thrust her legs into the air. Her petticoat fell back, and her fleshy thighs quivered as she slapped it. He could even see her panty in that position. “This is getting hotter than I thought”, Joseph massaged his cock through his pants.
Anjali crawled towards him on all fours. When she stood up, she twisted all around him with the same snake-like movements; and laying both hands on the table, she arched her back inwards and poked out her voluptuous ass to tease him. Joseph gave it a slap and turned off the music.
“Very good.”
Anjali stood exhausted, breathing heavily with her hands on her hips.
“No time to rest, Anjali. We’re only beginning,” he said with a smile. “Now, take off your clothes.”
She readily obeyed. Her boobs popped forward and bounced when she took off her bra. She then untied her petticoat. When she was about to remove her panty, Joseph stopped her.
“Leave it on,” he said. She instinctively tried to cover her breasts, but Joseph gave her a stern look at which her hands fell dead.
Joseph gave his cock another rub. She stood with her head down; her well-rounded breasts glistened with a golden hue, budded with drops of sweat and rising up and down as she breathed.
Her nipples were bigger than average and brown-black. In between her breasts was a golden necklace, glittering here and there and adding to the aesthetics. Some strands of hair fell out from her braided bun and stuck to her face. She only wore a panty, a purple one fringed with flower designs.
“Jump,” he commanded. Anjali looked at him like she misheard, so he said again. “Jump like you’re on a jumping rope.”
She gave a small leap, jiggling her huge jugs. “Again. And keep going. I don’t want you to stop until I tell you to.”
She did as she was bid. Anjali jumped again and again, her breasts racing up and dangling left and right as they fell. Joseph’s underwear grew tighter with her every leap. Her heavy breasts hit her lower ribcage with a dull thunk every time she landed. THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK.. It was just a spectacle to watch.
“Now, stop.”
The manager walked forward and looked her in the eye. He pulled her close and grabbed a handful of her ass before kissing her lips. Joseph liked it. So warm and salty. He kissed her breasts next, groping one while he kissed the other.
“Continue jumping,” he said.
Without taking his eyes off her body, he strolled behind, getting a good view of her luscious ass as it bounced.
This continued for a few minutes. He could see that Anjali was growing tired. There was now a second delay before every jump.
“Ok, you can stop now.”
Anjali stooped downwards and placed her hands on her knees to catch her breath. Her breasts were red from all that thrashing. Meanwhile, Joseph began clearing the table. He stacked the files and pen holders on the left side of the table and loosened his tie.
“Come here,” he called. “I have planned a rather long night for both of us.”
She sat on the table as instructed. The manager kissed her breasts and made her lie on her back.
“Lift your legs.. and keep it that way.” Joseph pulled off her panty and felt her wetness with his fingers. He thrust two fingers inside and started fingering her. She moaned and her hand raced to cover her cunt. Joseph brushed it away. He fingered her until she came – which was soon, meaning that she was too aroused from all the foreplay.
He started unbuckling his belt. Anjali wasn’t looking at him, he noticed. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, hopefully praying for all this to be over soon.
“You enjoyed that bitch, don’t act like you didn’t.”
He placed his hands under her thighs and pushed it further upwards. And then, his phone rang, glowing and buzzing next to the stack of files that he had neatly arranged to his left. He made a gruff groan out of irritation and reached for it. Who could it be now?
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Thanks for reading. This was supposed to be the final addition to the series. But the story was too long for a single chapter so I decided to split it into two.
The continuation will be released in the coming weeks. Meanwhile, if you have any comments, you can either comment below or email me at (It’s a stupid id, I know). Thanks once again.
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