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The Lion Lady Pt 01

The Lion Lady Pt 01

by promteen18
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Context: I am Sumit, an 18-year-old teenager. I am filthy rich; you will know more about that as we go through the story. I live in a town near Bangalore, and I am studying at a renowned university with a school and its own sports academy that a single family has run since the start. I have a friend named Vivek, who is an MLA's son. I usually fuck mature women and try to make them mine by using power or by using psychology.

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I woke up to the sun's rays that escaped the hotel window drapes - of course, naked and with morning wood. As I noticed my hard dick, I got reminded of my sex slave for the weekend - 34-year-old milf Anusha - lying naked on the floor to her right near the bathroom. I went near her and saw her sleeping. Her undone hair, cum stained dusky skin, her cum dripping pussy and ass, and her exhaustive sleep were the evidence of how roughly I had fucked her for the past two days. The collar on her neck reads that the property belongs to me. My eyes immediately fell on my round plump ass. With sheer force, I spanked her ass, to which the ass jiggled, and she woke up with a loud sigh. I grabbed her by her hair and tried to shove my dick into her mouth. But she resisted and behaved as if she didn't know what was happening. She started to push me away with her left hand and started.

"yaaru ra ninu? Nanu..." (something gibberish in Kannada)

**THAPPPPP**

I slapped her hard on her left cheek, and her dizziness flew away. She looked at me with her large lotus-like eyes and then peeked at my hard dick. Then she returned her eyes to my eyes. She opened her thick dark lips slowly, letting my dick inside her mouth. Though I had been fucking her roughly since Friday night, I was not able to contain my lust even on Monday morning. I started her mouth fucking by holding her hair tight.

"MUMMMUUMMMUHHH....," was all she could say.

Her eyes were red, and a lot of saliva was dripping from her mouth onto my balls. I let her go loose and ordered her to lick my balls. She obeyed it. This went on for two minutes. Then I grabbed her hair and stabbed her mouth with my dick. In a minute buried my dick deep and released my load into her throat. She choked on this and coughed out the cum.

"Lick everything, and don't let a single drop of it be wasted," I ordered, shaking my soft tool to empty it.

"Yes, master!" was the response I heard as she started licking the drops from the floor.

After I emptied my balls, I felt an urge to pee. I spanked her right ass cheek and pointed her towards the bathroom. She crawled into the bathroom and squatted.

"Open your mouth," I ordered.

I started peeing in her mouth as soon as she obeyed my order. She couldn't swallow everything, and my pee overflowed all over her body.

"Clean yourself, and then you have to shower me like yesterday," I told her as I looked at the clock. It was almost 7 AM, and there was only one hour left for her to be in this sex slave role. Post that, she would be a submissive slut as she had been for the past couple of months.

I brought the towel from the bed. By then, my slave had prepared the bathtub and was awaiting me. I kept the towel on the hanger and went straight to the bathtub, after which Anusha started cleaning with her boobs. The softness of her 34DD boobs relaxed me. She was cleaning me with great dedication and followed by applying soap to the body using her boobs.

I don't know if every teenager gets a boner now and then, but I got the boner still again. As she was reaching for my dick to clean, my dick was getting harder and harder. She had given me a boob job for applying soap on my dick. Her boobs felt so soft on my hard dick. Those globes are moving my foreskin back and forth. In excitement, I cummed within 2 minutes. The cum spurted on her face and hair. She didn't react. She completed applying the soap and later cleaned the cum sitting on her face. Later, she dried me off, and I stepped out of the bathroom while she crawled out. She took the clothes from my backpack and was about to give them to me. And the clock stuck 8'O clock. That was it! The time for her as my sex slave was over.

She stood on her two feet and threw the clothes at me.

"Urgh! That was a hell of sixty hours!" she said, stretching her hands.

Taking a look at my bite marks on her boobs and handprints and stick marks on her ass, she said, "You rampaged my body these two days, kid!"

"Uh-Oh? But the cum on your face still looks cuter than those bondage marks. Hehe.."

She took a drop of cum from her cheek with her little finger and tasted it. "Is it? If that is so, it looks cute on you as well," she replied playfully, running towards me.

"NO! NO! NO! I just had a bath. I have to shower aga...," I said, turning away from her. But even before completing the sentence, she jumped on my back with her boobs pressing my back and started rubbing all the cum to my shoulder and neck. In the meanwhile, my towel dropped.

"Now, we can shower together," she said naughtily, pointing at my relaxing dick.

We entered the shower and did Nothing sensual as we were out of time. We must reach our town, around 80 km from this hotel, as soon as possible. She applied soap to me with her hands this time. Later, she asked me to dry myself and step out so she could take a shower. I took my clothes, got dressed up, and drew off the curtains. The soothing sunshine entered the room along with the tall building visuals, reminding me that we were playing sexual games in the middle of Bengaluru.

"Pass me the towel, boy," I heard Anusha's voice from the bathroom.

I passed the towel and lay on the bed, checking my phone.

Anusha came out, wrapping the towel around her body and drying her hair with the hand towel. She took her phone and made a call.

"Hello, Kondappa! Anusha, here."

"*Something*," from the other side.

"Ha, ha... Nothing... I will be coming a little late today. Till then, ask Ramaswamy to look after everything. And ask Viranna to drop Akhil at the school," she said.

Akhil is her 6-year-old son.

*Something*

"Tell me. What is it?"

At this point, I playfully pulled her towel off, and she was naked with the windows open.

"Sumit, what the fuck?" she whispered, covering the microphone.

"Please! Please! Please! This is so kinky. Moreover, your naked body glistens in the sunshine. Looks good," I whispered back, to which she smiled and continued on the phone.

"Sorry, Kondappa, I didn't hear you. Come again," she said, appreciating her body in the mirror and still drying her hair with the hand towel.

*Something*

"Who?... The new DCP?... At what time?"

If I haven't told you yet, she is the C.I. of one of the police stations in our town. Kondappa, whom she was talking to, is the Head constable, who lustily looks at her (she told me this herself).

"Oh! Okay! I will be there by then," she said, ending the call, throwing her mobile and hand towel on the bed, and then herself onto the bed, falling on her stomach.

I saw my handprints on her ass and said, "You still have my handprints on your ass."

She felt her ass with her hands by looking back at her ass and said, " Yeah! As clear as a crime scene evidence."

"Aha! So you're going to use these fingerprints for unsolved cases and proxy me as a criminal? Show these handprints to Kondappa for evidence. He would be happy, too." I said cheekily.

"Gosh! Why are you bringing Kondappa into the conversation?" she giggled.

"Because you said he lusts at you. I think you should let him fuck you, poor guy."

"Fuck him? Poor guy? Not yet...," she said, biting her lower lip.

"Not yet?! Oooohhhh! So the circle inspector will change the police station to a sex station, is it?"

"Nothing like that, kid. This is all because of the rules you have imposed on me - To go to the office in a tight uniform, To leave the first two buttons of the shirt off, To wear no innerwear, etc., etc.,"

Yeah. I generally try to take control of the women I fuck, and I would love to expose them for no harm.

"It makes life thrill and happy, isn't it?" was my reply.

"Oh! Yeah. It did," in deep thought.

"So, why not share it with the old guy, too? Anyway, what did your old guy say?" I enquired.

"My old guy? Haha... Yeah. A new DCP is in town and visiting the station at 11 o'clock. So, I have to be there by then."

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Saying this, she got up and took her black saree from the bag to get dressed up. She went up to the mirror and started dressing. I was scrolling through my mobile.

She said while dressing, "Speaking of Kondappa, you know what happened the other day?"

"What happened?" I said, keeping my eyes on the mobile.

"You remember that day when you asked me not to wear any inner?" she continued, "At the end of the day, while I was changing my uniform to casuals, Kondappa knocked on my door. I was absent-mindedly permitted him to come in. The pant was halfway through my ass. He had seen my ass. That was so embarrassing."

This caught my attention, and my dick's too. By now, she has draped her saree.

"How pervert you are! Don't you remember that you're changing the dress? He also might have noticed that the ass is pantyless," I responded.

"Just like now. Roaming with you has changed my habits. Doing things while changing has become normal for me. But yeah, he had certainly noticed that!" covering her face.

"Don't worry. He is going to fuck that thing in a few days," I said naughtily.

"SUMIT!" she shouted, faking the anger with her hands on her hips.

She looked so sexy with her wet black hair, black transparent saree, flat stomach, belly button, and sacred yellow thread on her cleavage. On top of that, her fake anger made me horny.

I stood and stuck her to the wall and started making out. She responded. I turned her so that her boobs pressed against the wall. I kissed her neck and back by smoothing her boobs. I started rubbing my crotch against her ass. She released a sigh. I then turned her around and started kissing. I removed her upper saree shawl and tried to unhook her blouse. But I couldn't. In haste, I tore the hook, and it got torn.

"Shit! This is the only dress I have to wear," she said.

"Fuck it," said I, lowering my pant and underpants.

I lifted her elastic bra on top of her boobs. I raised her left thigh, slid her panty aside, and shoved my dick into heaven. She let out a soft moan. I started stroking, to which she responded with heavy breaths. I increased the speed and depth of the thrusts. She was holding me at the back of my neck and on my ass and pulling me into her. Her boobs are pressing against my chest. This made my cock stiffer and stiffer. With a grunt, I released my seeds into her pussy.

I released her leg and dragged her panty to her ankles. She stepped out of it. I took the panties, cut them into two pieces, and put them in my bag. Yeah! I like the pussies I fuck, to be naked so that my cum would slide on the thighs. It's more like an erasable stamp - 'That pussy is mine' stamp. The idea of this gives me psychological happiness.

I wiped my dick with tissues, pulled up my pants, and sat on the bed. She went to the mirror, straightened the bra, and did her hair.

"What did you do? I have Nothing to wear now," said she, depressed, showing her blouse to me.

"Why? You have your uniform, don't you?" I enquired.

"I can't disclose my police identity. Besides, the hotel guys will think that a police officer was fucking with a teenager for two days."

"Well, then, don't wear your blouse. Just wear the bra."

"Idiot! That would be the worst thing. Don't you have any extra clothes?"

"Yeah! But they are just a T-shirt and a boxer."

"Fine. That is better than this."

I took my bag and gave her a thin white V-necked T-shirt and the boxer, which covered her upper thighs and highlighted her hips.

She removed her blouse, saree, and petticoat and was only with her bra. I can see my cum stains on her petticoat. And the cum is still dripping from her pussy to her thighs. She was about to go to the washroom to wash.

I yelled, "NO!"

"Shhh! I forgot. You and your damn rules!" she said, turning back.

Putting on the clothes, exposing her cleavage in the men's T-shirt, she said, "Let's go! It's already 8:30. I have to be there by 10:30."

We took our bags and checked out of the hotel immediately. I gave the valet my bike keys, and we were waiting for the bike. The security guard was stealing looks at Anusha. Anusha and I noticed this, so we smiled at each other.

"Shall I rent you to that guy for a night?" I whispered.

"Huh? Seriously?! For how much?" She whispered.

"Hmm... for 150 rupees," I replied.

"Really, that cheap?"

"Okay. Then 1500/- would be fine," I told her and turned towards the guard, saying in a low voice, "Bhaiya, 1500 ka ma...". She pulled me back, laughing. That's when our bike came. We took the helmets that were locked to the bike and wore them.

I took the handle, and she was sitting behind me, hugging me.

After riding for a while and covering a little over 30 K.M., we stopped at an open-air dhaba on the highway for breakfast.

It was rather a less-crowded dhaba. There was only one customer when we reached there. He, too, left within a couple of minutes after we sat.

We both ordered idly and a juice - I don't remember which one - for each.

I finished my breakfast and drink. Anusha was still eating. I started looking around the dhaba. The guy at the cash counter was in his early twenties and was looking at his mobile.

I got an idea. I immediately turned to Anusha, who just completed her breakfast.

"Let's play truth or dare!" I said.

"What? Here? Why here?" she said, puzzled.

"Just like that. We haven't played this for a long time."

"We need to have a bottle. We don't have one."

"We will just take turns between you and me."

"Okay! Then, you go first," she agreed.

"Okay! Go on. Shoot at me," I replied.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Okay... Hmm... Haan... How many women have you till now?" she asked after thinking for some time.

"Come on! That's a stupid question. You already know the answer." I reverted immediately.

"You haven't fucked anyone new after that, Kid?" she asked.

"This is your second question for the same turn, AUNTY."

"You haven't answered the question. So..."

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"No, I haven't fucked anyone new. Now, your turn." I said, knowing that she would choose dare.

"Dare," she said.

"Okay! Go to the washroom and remove your bra. Come back only with the T-shirt and shorts," I dared.

"Damn! I should have chosen truth," she said disappointedly.

"Then I would've asked about Kondappa," I said and winked.

"Urgh! I will kill you!" she clenched her teeth and tried to grab my neck playfully.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Now go and complete the dare," I said, laughing.

For this, she took the bag and went towards the washroom.

I was scrolling through my Instagram. Anusha came out of the washroom. I could see her boobs jiggling for every step she took. I immediately clicked some photos.

She sat on her chair and said, "Here comes your photography again?"

"I don't want to miss the scenery," I replied.

"You are always into pictures of my nude body. What do you do with those?"

"Mostly, I will show them to my friends and maybe to your nephew, too."

Her nephew - her husband's sister's son - is my classmate in college. His name is Bhargav. I actually showed him all of her nude pictures with her face hidden or blurred and without telling him that she was his aunt.

"Hah hah! Very funny," she frowned. "Now, it's your turn. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," said I.

"Hmm... Okay... Are you really going to... show my nude pictures to my nephew?"

"I said that for fun. I haven't thought of it yet. But, now I will start thinking of it," I winked.

She made her eyes bigger with perplexity.

"My face, too?" she asked hastily.

"It's your turn, lady, not mine," said I, smiling. "Now, you. Truth or dare?"

"No. First, tell me."

"Okay. Not your face. Now, say. Truth or Dare?" I repeated.

"If I say truth, you are going to ask me some ridiculously slutty question. Moreover, what else would you have me removed? So, Dare."

That's what I want.

"Right! What else will you remove? I don't want to end up in a cell. So, let's go. But your dare is to pay our bill in the dhaba without actually paying."

"What do you mean?"

"Do not pay even a rupee. But we have to get away with it."

"You want me to seduce that guy and get a cent percent discount? You Bastard!" She said, blushing, excited, and afraid a little.

"Come on! You can do it. Look at you! Anyone will do anything for you. Also, we are running late for your appointment."

"Urgh! What to do after fucking a boy like you? Psycho!!!" she said and went towards the counter.

I walked back to my bike. I got a message from my buddy, Vivek.

-Bro, wr r u? R u coming to the college? I planned something erotic.

-Nope! Let's go out for a movie. Am tired af.

-Really? Still fking dat cop slut.

-Nah! sent her on an exposing parade to the street guyz.

-Hahaha! Okay! njy. Call me once u get here.

He was talking about one of my girls, or rather our girls. She is Rekha, an English professor who doesn't teach us and is already in our subjugation. But we would sneak into her class and try to humiliate her. We already double penetrated her in the classroom after hours of the college.

I was about to keep my mobile in my pocket when I looked at Anusha. She was rolling her t-shirt over her boobs, and the dhaba guy was groping her tits. I clicked a couple of pictures, though her face was not clear. Then, she returned with a water bottle to me, blushing. She gulped water and said, "Let's go!"

"Your turn to drive," I said.

She gave the bottle to me and took the handle.

Some time into our journey, I asked her how she convinced the guy.

"I went to that guy and asked him about the bill. He said that the bill would be 230 rupees. Then I said that I was falling a little short of the amount. The counter guy, staring at my boobs, replied that I had to pay somehow. I noticed that this would be the moment; I immediately said that it would be 250 rupees."

"Wait! Wait!" I interrupted, "What would be 250 rupees?"

"Squeezing my boobs, you dumb head," she said, irritated.

"Oooohhh!!! Police officer to slut. Nice. Continue... Continue."

"So, he immediately agreed to that. I guess I misquoted my price. Then, I started rolling my t-shirt. He was puzzled and said, 'Wait! What if your brother looks this way? Come into the room.' He thinks that you are my brother. Hahaha! Then I assured him that you wouldn't be looking that way. Then, I rolled my t-shirt's hem over my nipples and let him feel them. He put his hands on my boobs and started mauling them. He asked about the bite marks, and I replied that it was none of his business. I asked him to stop after some time and rolled down my top. He groaned in dissatisfaction. He gave me the 20 rupees water bottle instead of the change. Anyway, did the photos come well?"

I was shocked and asked her what photos she was talking about.

"I saw you took photos of my scandal. I hope they are clear."

"So when I ask you to do a task, you are not concentrating. Wait, I will punish you for this," I said, poured all the chilled water on her head, and threw away the bottle.

"Ouch! You Bastard! It's so cold! Oops! The T-shirt got soaked, and my boobs are visible," she whined.

"Hahaha! That's sexy. We can do one thing. You raid without the T-shirt."

"You pervert! No problem. I will raid it like this," she said.

As we were going at a high speed, not many noticed the boob show, or at least no one reacted.

As we continued, I slowly moved my hand under the T-shirt onto her wet left boob.

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