On her own, Meena felt daring and wild. The ghaghra was bunched around her hips, and the wind was blowing against her cunt, through her panties, as she rode through the suburban streets. Unlike her beautiful sister, Meena was fully aware of her own raging sexuality and of her bizarre fetishes. She wanted more than anything to be a rock 'n' roll queen, to stand on a stage and sing to huge crowds. This desire to be on stage manifested itself in a full-blown exhibitionism streak. Of late Meena was a performer and as such she loved having an audience.
For the young slut, it almost seemed a waste of time to fuck someone unless she had someone else watching her. Despite her tender years, she'd already lost count of the times that she'd fucked Rajeev or Ravi while their buddies and Kavita watched. Nowadays she really enjoyed giving blow-jobs while having her pussy stuffed with a cock. Group sex was what triggered Meena's most powerful orgasms. Pulling her self over to the curb, Meena smiling to herself when two young boys got a quick glimpse of her panties. She walked up the narrow concrete path to the front door and pushed the doorbell. She heard a chime sound inside and then the shuffling of feet. When the door opened, Ratan Lal's bespectacled face appeared in the opening.
"Yes?" he asked in his high-pitched voice. Meena's big tits were on display, the Choli did little to hide the cleavage tight and milky. It took a moment for the old man to notice her tits, but when he did his eyes got big and round.
"Hello, Ratan Lal," Meena said, confidence surging through her as he stared at her boobs. "I wonder if I might have a moment to talk to you in private. You see, you're the owner of the private money lending bank that my parents have their money at and there's something very important I must talk to you about."
"Yes, well, I don't know," he said quietly, a tremulous quality in his tone. "This is most unusual. There are normal banking hours for this sort of thing."
"Yes, sir, I'm well aware of that. But an emergency has come up and it's very important that I see you, that I talk to you in private."
It took all of Meena's will-power not to openly laugh when Mrs. Lal's jaw dropped open as she walked by. Meena's legs scissored smoothly as she walked and old Mrs. Lal just about fainted as she sat on the couch sipping coffee. Meena was escorted to Ratan Lal's small office in the back of the house. The place smelled musty and Meena could tell that he was the kind of man ideally suited for banking. He probably didn't go to the bathroom until he wrote it down in the books -- in triplicate -- and then he asked for his wife's permission.
Meena told her story without leaving any of the important details out. She told Ratan Lal everything, including the part about her brother in law getting a blow-job when he was arrested. When she was finished there was a definite lump in the bank pawn broker's crotch.
"So you see, sir, if you could only write a cashier's check for the bail, I could get my father out of jail. I'll pay you back every paisa, and I'd be so grateful to you."
Meena uncrossed her legs and spread them, hiking her ghaghra over the tops of her knees.
"Wouldn't you want me grateful to you?" she asked sensually, allowing the tip of her tongue to play around her full, glistening red lips. "I think I could do you a world of good. You see, Mrs. Lal may enjoy spending her time sipping coffee, but what I like to do is suck cock. Doesn't that sound interesting to you?"
Meena once again had to keep from laughing.
Behind those thick glasses was a pale face and wide eyes that simply couldn't comprehend what was happening. She slipped off the chair, getting on her knees on the floor of the small, musty office. Within seconds Meena had Mr.Lal's cock out of his pants. Though he hadn't said anything, Meena knew that he'd do what she wanted him to. It was mildly surprising to Meena that Ratan Lal, who wasn't very tall and really didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have one, was quite well hung. His prick was a decent seven inches long and it was actually quite thick. Without giving him a chance to stop her, Meena put her face in his lap, pushing her red lips over his prick tip.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, sucking the entire cock head into her mouth, kneading the shaft with her lips while her tongue went to work on the lust-hardened cock meat.
"Oh, my! Oh, my!" Ratan Lal moaned, looking down at the mass of wavy brown hair that was swirling about at his waist. Meena guessed that Mrs. Lal wasn't one to give blow-jobs, so she wasn't going to hold anything back from Ratan Lal.
