Author's note: All characters are 18 years or older. Graphic descriptions of sex
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I tried to hold Priya's hand as we exited the theater but she wrenched it free and walked away from me before we could talk. I had arranged for a dinner for the two of us but she got into an auto rickshaw and I guessed she went straight back home. But I was not concerned or worried. I knew it was just a matter of time.
That next day marked the first month of my stay in their house. Later that evening I went downstairs to their house. The night was young and a nice, cool breeze was blowing over their backyard. Priya must have been pottering inside the house.
The husband was sitting outside drinking from a beer bottle. And I walked in on him and gave him an envelope with the rent.
"Aha!" he said, eyes widening. "Yes, Yes..Thanks!"
Then I offered him what I had in my hand. It was a bottle of imported whiskey. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. "What!" he exclaimed.
I said, "I thought you'd like it. Sorry, it is not new, I had a couple of pegs this week."
"No, no! It is alright. Yes, of course. I like it.. Must be exp.."
"No worries," I said. "Mind if I share that with you?"
"No, no. Sit. Sit. I will get another glass. My god! This is a treat!"
Priya heard the commotion and rushed out. And when she saw what I had done, she looked at us with an expression of utter disapproval. But as the husband went indoors, I gave her another envelope with her share of the money. Along with a small package containing five pairs of panties and matching bras like the ones she wore. They were from the same brand as hers but were of a little better quality and more expensive. I just wanted to know if she knew what I wanted. She took both the packages and hurried inside.
The husband and I sat down to drink. Priya surprised me by bringing out some spicy, hot snacks for us while we drank. She plopped down on the steps and started on a magazine, but I knew she wanted to see and hear our conversation.
I had spiked the drink with a potent mixture of sedatives. I wanted to get this guy out of the picture and have my way with Priya tonight. That was the plan. We started talking about politics and sports and religion. I plied him with one round after another. But I did not partake of it myself. When he was not looking at me, I turned and emptied my glass on to a nearby bush. Priya caught me and glared at me, questioning what I was doing. I just smiled at her. She then got up and left us men alone. I wondered if she went and opened the package I gave her. Would she have tried the panties and bras? Fuck, I was getting aroused. I wanted to fuck her. Fuck her long and hard. Oh! How sweet it would be!
After about four drinks, the effects of the sedatives hit him. "Oh my god! This is potent stuff! My head is spinning! I need to go in now!! I am soooo sleepy!"
I pushed another glass on to him and convinced him to drink it. After that he was toast. He got up to go, took a few steps and would have fallen if not for me holding his hand. He swiped at the furniture in his drunken state and sent all the plates and glasses flying in all directions.
Hearing the sounds, Priya rushed out. "What happened? On my god! I told him to be under control! " Then turning to him, she shouted, "See! This is what happens! You never listen!!"
I said, "Priya, nothing has happened. I think he has had a bit too much. That is foreign stuff so maybe he is not used to it. Just get him to bed."
I supported and half-carried him to their bedroom and lay him on the bed. Priya started arranging the sheets around him. I went out of the room, then up to mine, cleaned up and went back down. Priya was still in the bedroom fussing over him. I closed the main door from inside and turned to see Priya looking at me wide eyed.
"Sir, what.. Why.. Why did you lock."
I did not let her finish. I reached behind her and closed and latched the bedroom door. My face was close to hers and I could smell the sweet scent of female perspiration on her. There were droplets of sweat on her forehead and neck, and she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling. I knew she had a sense of what I intended. She has the usual nightie on, and I brought my hands and place them on her hips.
"Oh, sir! What.. no ..no!"
"He is lost to the world, Priya. He won't wake for another couple of hours," I said, as I ran my hand from her hips up to her waist and proceeded still further. Priya was very curvaceous. Her waist was narrow, her body under the dress that hid her beauty and sexiness was firm. I moved both my palms inwards as I reached her chest and cupped her tits. She did not have her bra on and I could feel her supple breasts. I squeezed.
"Aiyoh! Ahh!" she whispered. I twisted my fingers and found each of her nipples and I pinched gently. At the same time I pressed my torso on to her and both of us could feel my hot, thick, throbbing cock pressing between us.
I dropped to the floor and in one smooth movement put my hands on her ankles and rode them up her legs. She let out a little yelp, surprised at my sudden move. My palms felt her smooth calves and thick thighs as I rose. And then I turned my hand in anticipation of cupping her mound.
She jerked back, but it was too late. I had already felt her hairy pussy and I pressed harder. She was moist! I could sense the wetness there and she knew I felt it too.
"Oh, Priya!" I whispered, and turned her towards the divan, with my hand still cupping her mound. I sat her on the sofa and pushed her down. She lay there in the darkened living room, with only the streetlights streaming in from the open windows providing any illumination.
She was gasping and breathing hard, knowing fully well that we were going to fuck. Her eyes locked onto mine in the semi darkness as I began to take off my clothes. Soon I was fully naked in front of her. My thick, throbbing cock bobbing up and down. I was not sure she could see it clearly. I knelt and once again cupped her pussy mound. This time I rotated my palm and inserted my middle finger into her cunt.
"Ssssss," She whispered. "Ahhh, slowly..."
She was very wet down there. And warm. And slimy and sticky. I pumped my hand in and out of her. I must have been rough, unintentionally, because after some time she put her hand on my wrist to slow me down. I plunged my face on her chest and tried to locate her nipple through the cloth of her nightie. Sensing what I was after, she used her other hand to push her nightie up over her chest, and with one quick movement of her head and upper body, had it completely off of her. I grabbed her boob with one hand and latched my mouth on her nipple and sucked. I went from one tit to another as she squeezed them and fed her nipple into my mouth. My other hand was a blur as it pistoned in and out of her cunt.
I raised my head and kissed her open mouth. She did not expect this and she froze as my tongue made contact with her. I opened my mouth wider and let my spit drool into her mouth. She drew back at this but I wasn't having anything of it. I grabbed her head and pressed it hard on the divan and held it in place as I explored her mouth with my tongue. I lapped at her tongues and tasted her spit. I poked at her tongue and inside of her cheek. Our hot breaths fell on each other. We were gasping for breath.
All this time I continued to finger-fuck her. I realized that she had taken her hand away from my wrist and was now rubbing herself, using the flat of her fingers to rotate and press and rub her clit. She moaned something into my mouth as I still had it latched onto hers. Her moans became louder and she was shaking her head in my grasp. I knew she was about to reach her climax and I raised my mouth off of hers.
She let out a gasp of relief, and sucked in some air, and then let out a small scream as her climax rocked her body. She raised her torso and clenched her thighs around my hand, as waves of her orgasm rolled over her. And then suddenly she went silent and dropped back to the sofa, heaving and gasping. I took my fingers from inside her and place them on her nose, allowing her to smell her own juices. She did not turn away. Then I put my fingers on her lips and she licked them, tasting her cunt.
I let her lie like that for a little while and then I got up and spread her legs. Mt cock was throbbing uncontrollably and I sensed some pre-cum oozing out and falling on her. Then she stopped me, raising her hands.
"Sir, " she gasped. "Sir, I do not have.. Have...do you have protection?"
"Yes," I replied. I reached down into the small bag I had brought down with me and took out a condom and rolled it on my cock.
"Oh, Sir! I am afraid. Someone will see!"
I did not respond. I spread her legs and raised her knees and parted them. I then took her hand and placed it on my turgid cock.
"Priya, put me inside," I hissed.
She did not hesitate. I expected her to guide me with her fingers, but she wrapped her fist tightly around my cock. The size, and length and heat of my dick must have surprised her, and she let out a moan, "Oh god! Sir...so big!."
I pushed downwards as the head of my cock came in contact with her cunt, she guided me into her hole. I pushed a little more and my cock entered her. Her warm, moist, slimy cunt walls engulfed the length of my penis. It felt exquisite, and I let out a moan of pleasure.
"Oh! Priya... ah.. This is fucking good!"
She put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down on her. I raised her upper body and wrapped my hands under her and tightened my grip. I pumped in and out of her ferociously and without warning. She gasped in surprise as I plunged mercilessly on her.
I must have fucked her for about six or seven minutes non-stop. She was grunting as she received each of my hard thrusts. Then I stopped, and we rearranged ourselves. I raised myself on my elbows and rammed her brutally, increasing the force with each thrust. I wanted to crush her with my body. I wanted to empty my cum into her. I wanted to show her what fucking is really about.
