Memoirs of Aadheena
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Hey guys. This is my first try at a sex story.
I woke up looked around, rubbing my eyes. It was 5:30 in the morning. There I was on my bed in a small shack home we moved into last week. I turned around to see my husband, Aadesh staring at me angrily for disturbing him. He soon went back to sleep without saying a word.
It would have been a normal day if not for one. Today I will be starting my new role as a detective at a local police station. It was a decision I took up recently, willing to get away from the silent household. I was a sought-after detective back in the days, and I am motivated now to reach that level again.
I got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up in a happy mood. As soon as I walked in, a pungent disgusting pee smell hit me. It was stinking as bad as a public toilet. I noticed that he forgot to flush after peeing last night. There were yellow pee splatters all around it.
I picked up the only tissue lying there. As I started to clean around the bowl, to my dismay, the tissue along with my ring fell into my husband’s pee pool. The ring sank deep. But with no hesitation whatsoever, I put my hand into the yellow stinking pee and began searching for it.
Even I was surprised by myself being so calm about the situation. I got the ring. But I couldn’t find any more cleaning equipment lying around. Since I had already dipped my hand into his pee for 15 minutes, I figured why not just wipe off the pee droplets around with my hand.
I started rubbing each stain with my fingers. I then got ready and wore my favorite chudidar for the first day. I cooked breakfast. But as soon as I tasted it, I realized that it would be a bit too spicy for Aadesh. Although I loved the taste, I had to trash the entire meal quickly and proceeded to make a new one.
A government car had just arrived outside my house and waited to pick me up. Realizing it was time, I quickly gulped down the breakfast and headed to the police station. While on the road, memories started running through my head.
Aadesh and I weren’t always this distant. We lived happily with our daughter in a vast bungalow in Hyderabad. But as fate had it, my daughter succumbed to cancer which hit Aadesh much deeper than me. So much so that he had lost all love for the materialistic aspects.
He was so annoyed with the relatives’ pity-visiting us every hour. So one day, he decided to move into a small, old village house in a tiny town without consulting me. I always wanted to stay back and build our lives together again. But I couldn’t even dare speak up to him.
Now here we are, in a town in the middle of nowhere with the closest friend being hundreds of miles away. With no one visiting us and no one to talk to, we soon grew apart. We used to have so many dinner dates, romantic nights, and kinky days even with our daughter at home on several occasions.
But it all fell apart so quickly. It’s been so long since I have been able to see his cock, let alone touch it. The closest I got to feeling his cock was one night when I could see him jerking it off like there was no tomorrow. I was on the bed right beside him, getting ready to sleep.
Although the bedsheets covered it, I could feel the craziness in him. He soon turned to me. Without speaking a word, he started fondling and squeezing my boobs very hard over my nighty with one hand. I couldn’t decipher what he thought that made him so horny.
But I was happy that at least now I could get a good night’s fuck after long. I am sorry, but I must admit it, I needed some action in my life.
I extended my arms, reaching out to his cock, taking that as a sign. As soon as my finger touched the head, he slapped so hard on my boobs that I tore almost immediately. I took that as a strong no, but I adjusted myself so that he could access my boobs better.
I wanted to give him the most satisfaction in recent times. It might help him reel over the loss and help him get better. I thought it would make him hornier if I pulled down my nighty and let him grope my naked chest. So, I started unbuttoning it and soon felt another excruciating slap on the boobs.
I teared up this time, not because of the pain but because he was using me as a tool to finish himself. He didn’t want anything to do with me, just my lady parts. With my watery eyes, I stared at his vigorous movements from over the blankets. I could imagine what that juicy cock underneath was going through.
Back in the car, I could feel my pussy twitching and moistening up, remembering all this. This was so weird. Do I enjoy being treated like that? Do I want to be Aadesh’s bitch? Until now, I did not even realize that my eyes were closed thinking about all that.
I quickly opened my eyes and immediately pulled my top up a bit to find a wet stain on my pants. This was real. I love being his tool, his dog. Wow! It then suddenly hit me. There was a constable, Niyam, driving the car. I swiftly looked up, hoping he hadn’t seen all this.
But to my horror, I caught him staring dead right into me through the rearview mirror. I blushed and moved to a side of the car until the trip ended. As soon as I entered the station, there was quite the hustle and bustle. Apparently, two high-profile cases came in on the same day.
They did not have enough personnel to handle both of them simultaneously. So the SI came to me. He immediately handed over one of the case files to me without introducing myself.
He said, “Welcome to the station. Now, get to work on that case immediately, Miss, whatever your name is. I need a solution by the end of the week. I don’t care even if you are PMS ing. No reasons whatsoever. Get that done, or you are fired.”
What nerve! I thought to myself. But innately, I seemed to have enjoyed the tone of his voice. The wet stain only seemed to have furthered with this encounter. What was wrong with me? Is it not just Aadesh? Do I prefer being a submissive bitch?
That guy didn’t even give a fuck about me, and here I am oozing pre-cum for him. Without thinking twice, I took up the case and chose a constable Hukum to support me. Niyam drove us to the site of the incident, a men’s washroom in a public library.
There were 2 dead bodies on the ground, pee all over the floor and the walls. It seemed like they fought while urinating. Everyone covered their noses as soon as they entered, but it wasn’t repulsive to me. My first instinct weirdly was not to cover my nose up but rather take a huge breath at the crime scene.
To me, it felt like sniffing the smell of petrol at the pump or sniffing the soil after a rain. Niyam and Hukum stared at me, and I realized what had happened. I immediately covered my nose, but I was ashamed and disgusted. Did I get used to this smell because of how Aadesh treats the bathroom?
As I bent down to investigate the body, a vent fan switched on, blowing my top up. I called Hukum to help turn the body, but he didn’t respond. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hukum and Niyam staring at something without paying attention to me.
I soon realized what it was. My top blew up, rested on my back and with me bent over. I gave these guys a free show of my ‘behind’ directly pointed at them. I quickly ran over a hand on my ass, distracting them from the view. I could even feel the panty line very clearly.
They looked the other way in a hurry, and I stood up to adjust my top. I said to Hukum, “If you are done with your other works and distractions, can you come and help turn the body on its side?”
What was that? WHAT WAS that? Did I acknowledge him staring at my ass? Was I innately leading him on?
They stared at each other and grinned a bit. Hukum came to me and said, “Sorry, Miss Aadheena. The distraction seemed to be a bit more prominent than the case itself.” He started helping me move it. We investigated the body and moved it out to the forensic team.
I asked Niyam to send everyone else out. I could see they were a bit uncomfortable with the smell. So, it was only the three of us in the bathroom, going through the crime scene now. We found a small pocketknife embedded so deep into the wall and figured that was the weapon.
Niyam took some pics of it and, being careful not to fudge the fingerprints. He was trying to pull it out but couldn’t. I went to help him out. But I had to be careful not to touch the knife. So instead, I went behind Niyam, held his waist and started lugging at him to help him dislodge it.
We were both applying so much force that when the knife came out, I fell on the pee-riddled floor to my back. Niyam fell along on top of me. I could feel his strong elbows squeezing my side boobs back into my body. I soon heard a flow and looked around.
I saw Hukum peeing into the urinal even with me in the bathroom. He was peeing without helping us get up. I could feel Niyam digging deep into my boobs with his elbow. It was a bit painful, but weirdly I felt super horny. It felt as if I was in my perfect environment.
People are not giving a fuck about me while peeing on their own free will. I was being molested on one of the dirtiest bathroom floors. I soon snapped out of it, pushed Niyam up and got up myself taking support of the floor.
Niyam then to Hukum, who was zipping up and was whispering something before they grinned at each other. What were they talking about? Did Niyam somehow feel my wet patch down there? Was he able to sense my horniness?
Soon Hukum came to me.
Hukum: Aadheena, we all want to go home early. So here’s a plan we came up with to solve this crime asap.
He called me by name directly, but I wasn’t going to stop him.
Me: How do we do that?
Hukum: We are going to recreate the scene. Niyam will pee while I strangle him from behind and figure out how one thing led to another.
I was dumbstruck. I wasn’t even thinking when I said, ” Okay, you guys do that while I wait outside the bathroom and get me an update.” As I said that, I started walking out, and Niyam called me.
Niyam: Aadheena, where do you think you are going? You are going to stand right there and watch us do it. We need a third-person point of view to get a clear picture.
That authoritative tone – aah, it’s melting me. A good-for-nothing constable ordered me on what to do, let alone to watch him pee. I stood there frozen while I watched him take out his penis. No, not a penis. That thing deserves more respect. It was a ‘cock.’
It was so freaking huge and black. The tingling in my pussy was back. I watched as Hukum grabbed his neck while he peed and started strangling him. Niyam was acting to free himself, and he was peeing all over. Although it was not intentional, a part of the pee fell on my feet while he was acting it out.
Both of them stopped dead, and Niyam stopped peeing. I could see him hold it so badly from his facial expression. They thought they went too far and were about to apologize. I looked down at my shoe and grinned, thinking about Niyam’s expression.
Intuitively, I cleaned out his pee from my shoe using my bare hands and wiped it on my dress. I then realized what had happened. I was so hot and blushing at what I had done. What had I done in front of my subordinates? There was no going back from this.
I was so terrified that I had to pee so badly I started running out of the bathroom to the women’s bathroom. Seeing this, they planned to take advantage.
Hukum: Where are you going, Aadheena?
Me: I have to step to the women’s washroom, sorry. (Why was I sorry?)
Hukum: Come back here. You are not going anywhere. Stand right where you were and analyze.
Without a second thought, I came back in. Hukum again strangled Niyam and Niyam took it as a sign to start peeing again. This time purposely, they directed the flow to my second shoe. I was standing there looking at them, saying nothing.
Noticing it, Hukum then turned Niyam towards me. He took Niyam’s cock into his hand, aimed directly towards my stomach. I couldn’t even fathom what was going on. I was staring into their eyes, and they were staring into mine while Hukum directed Niyam’s flow to my body.
Niyam kept peeing on me as if I was his toilet. I felt so hot, yet I was terrified. I couldn’t control it anymore and started peeing my pants. Two people were staring at me while I was peeing myself. One of them was peeing onto me. This made me excitingly horny, and I was sure it showed on my face.
Hukum let off Niyam’s cock from his hand and walked towards me. He came behind me and landed one of his palms onto my pussy with my flow still on without hesitation. I was peeing on his hands. He then took that hand and started circling my lips.
At this point, I had completely given into him. He slowly pushed his fingers into my mouth, and I started licking them. Niyam then slowly walked in front of me lifted my top. He circled his cock around my belly button.
Meanwhile, I could feel Hukum’s dick stiffening up, poking against my ass cheeks. I held Niyam’s face, but as I went to kiss him, he slapped my head away and directed me to his neck. Immediately understanding what he wanted, I started licking his sweaty neck.
I was licking all over like a dog licks her owner when he comes back after a long time. He spat multiple times on my hair while I was licking his neck. He started inserting his cock into my belly button. Hukum then inserted his hands into my top from behind and tried his luck at unhooking the bra.
He couldn’t do it, and out of desperation, he tore the bra apart. He then folded it and handed it over to Niyam. Niyam then pulled my pant, shoved the bra into my panties in front of my pussy, and tightened the pant again. I could feel the bra soaking in my love juices.
Hukum stared at my bare boobs through the dress as a lion at his prey from behind me. He started fondling them and slowly started drooling his spit on top of my chest. The saliva was flowing through my cleavage and onto my boobs. He then started rubbing that all over my naked boobs.
I was in a different high altogether now. Niyam was humping my stomach from the front. I licked his neck. Naturally, I started humping my ass on Hukum’s cock over our pants. I couldn’t wait any longer. Needing them badly inside me, I finally stopped licking Niyam.
I said to them, “Please, Hukum. It’s enough, take your dick out now and shove it in me. Please, I beg you. Niyam, please use that juicy beautiful cock to fill my mouth.”
They looked at each other again, laughed so hard and said, “Aadheena, we have just begun our foreplay. You have a long way to go and impress us. Only then will you get the promotion, bitch.”
As soon as I heard this, I kneeled on the bathroom floor and started licking their feet.
Me: Please. I can’t wait for it anymore. Tell me what you want.
Hukum: Okay, you are coming with me to my house today. Niyam, let’s go there and ruin this slut inside out.
That’s the end of chapter one. Please send me your feedback on Please let me know if you would like for it to continue and where I can develop. I am planning to including scat. Thanks for reading.
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