Tenancy Pt 03

Shama woke up with a start. It took her a moment to become fully aware of her surroundings.

She was naked under a sheet, lying in semi darkness on Mansoor's bed. She was alone. Her clothes were lying next to her head. Where was her daughter? And where was Mr Mani?

She dressed hurriedly, and came out of Mansoor's room. Without encountering anyone, she walked fast across the lawn between and hurried inside her home. As she headed for the rear door she espied the wall clock in the passage. Quarter past five. She had gone for fifteen minutes to honour an invitation, and had returned after two hours and two orgasms, with two empty boobs, and no idea where her daughter was.

Shama was not presentable enough to walk out of the gate to look for her daughter. So she had a quick shower first. When she reached the main door to rush out, she saw Mansoor coming in through the gate, with her daughter perched on his shoulders and holding an icecream bar. Shama relaxed and stood at the door, watching her tenant with her daughter. Mansoor got the child off his shoulders and they both sat down on the grass. The toddler appeared to have taken a liking to Mansoor. Shama kept vigil.

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Interlude 5

At half past five, when Sandesh and his friends returned from the gym, Sandesh saw Mansoor playing with his daughter on the lawn inside the compound. He opened the shutters of the shop, surprised that Shama was not there on the counter.

And Sandesh didn't like surprises.

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Mansoor heard the sound of the shop shutter opening, and looked back. Sandesh was back with his friends. He continued to play with the child for some time, then told her something and went to his room. He returned with the remaining cake, and walked with the child to the landlord's home. Shama was at the door.

M: Hello, Madam. You look rested. Did you get some rest?

S: Don't take my daughter anywhere without asking me. Where did you two go?

K: Mumma, uncle took me for a long walk. I was tired, so he gave me juice and ice cream.

M: Don't worry, Madam. She is my best friend.

S: Why have you got the cake here? My husband doesn't know anything.

M: Madam, I think it is a good idea to give some cake with tea to your husband and his friends. Don't worry, you take my friend in, while I will make tea.

Shama took her daughter in, and Mansoor entered the kitchen. He prepared four cups of tea, and leaving half the cake on the kitchen counter, he took the tea and cake out to the shop. Shama bathed her daughter and returned to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. She was still at it when she heard the main door opening. She looked back and saw Mansoor entering, with the cups and plates. As if it was a daily routine, he walked into the kitchen and started washing the utensils. When he had finished, he looked at Shama. His MILF. His dick stirred. She looked at him, and smiled.

He went out, checked on the child, who was watching cartoons on the TV, latched the main door, and came back. He took Shama in his arms.

S: What are you doing? Someone will come in.

M: No one is coming. Your daughter is watching TV. Your husband is in the shop.

S: Stop it....mmmm.......What do you want? ........Don't open my bra......mmmm.......Wait .......mmmm......donnnnnnn

Mansoor had pulled up Shama's upper garment and latched on to her right breast. He sucked for some time and then moved over to the next. All Shama could do was mumble feeble no's.

When he had drained the meagre dairy supply, he straightened. With both her breasts in his hands, he started kissing her. She was putty. After a few minutes of making out, he stopped.

M: Madam, I am not going to stop. You are my angel, my goddess. You are so beautiful, so lovely, so pretty. I want to hold you forever. I want to eat you, drink you, lick you, suck you. I want to...

S: Stop it, Mr Mani. You can't. I am a married woman, a mother. You caught me in a moment of my weakness. It will not happen again. Now get going, before someone comes.

M: But Madam, you are a wonderful woman, a lovely person, a loving person. I love you. I want you, I need you.

S: No, Mr Mani. Just go. Leave now. And don't come back.

Mansoor left.

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As he lay on his bed that night, Mansoor relived the eventful evening. His half foot appendage went erect as he thought of her - her captivating eyes, her luscious lips, that mole next to her lips, her slender neck, her thick black hair, her upturned nipples, her lovely melon sized soft melons, her enticing belly button, her love handles, her flaring hips, her fleshy thighs, her shaved vagina. Oh, the desire to be kissing her, sucking her, drinking up her juices, her milk, her saliva, sniffing her neck and her armpits, nibbling her ears, biting her nipples, piercing her anus, mastering her cunt, making her scream.

He willed himself not to masturbate. His sperm belonged in her. And he had to give it to her. She had blueballed him, but not for long. Inshallah, this time, this time........

He slept well.

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The next day was his weekly off. Mansoor got up earlier than usual, and saw off all the other tenants. He inspected the guesthouse and found nothing that needed immediate attention. With nothing else to do, he walked out of the guesthouse and to the landlord's home. He was carrying a blank paper bag with two gift wrapped packages.

As he was about to call out, he heard sounds at the back. So he walked out back. Shama was hanging out the washing to dry, with her back towards him. He stood still and observed her. Her hair was wrapped up high in her towel. She was in a knee length, sky blue, maxi style house gown, that raised to her mid-thighs every time she bent down to pick up clothes.

As she turned to go back inside, she saw his standing and watching her.

S: What are you doing here? Are you not late for work?

M: Good morning, Madam. You are looking really fresh and beautiful today. Even at this distance, I am mesmerised by your radiance.

S: Stop the nonsense and state your business. The neighbours will notice and tongues will start wagging.

M: Then shall we go in?

S: No! You are not welcome. Come to the shop in the evening.

As Shama started for the rear door, Mansoor also moved forward to intercept her. In a rush, Shama's foot struck the step and she stumbled. Mansoor reacted instinctively and rushed towards the falling woman. She pitched into his arms. Her bucket and his package fell down, while his timely reaction saved her. The collision opened the towel, and her wet hair fell unravelled, sprinkling droplets on his face. She was now in his embrace.

M: Madam, I have come to have breakfast.

S: What??

M: I can have it here only, but I think it's better that we get inside. As you said, the neighbours will notice and tongues will start wagging.

He lifted her in his arms and walked inside.

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He put her down on her feet next to the dining table.

M: Where is your daughter?

S: She is still asleep.

He started to unbutton her front opening house gown. There was no bra. She grabbed his wrists and whispered.

S: What are you doing? Are you mad?

M: Look, let me have my breakfast.

She was not forceful enough to stop his actions, probably because she didn't want her gown to be torn. He opened two more buttons, then lifted her up and put her atop the dining table. He parted the gown to expose her breasts. Without any delay, he went down on them - first one then the other- sucking out and drinking the milk that had filled up overnight. In silence.

Shama was in a dilemma. Her body was exposed to a person who was not her husband, and her sense of morality was suppressed by her feminine desires. As he started to drink her milk, she felt strangely protective towards him. He found her beautiful, lovely, heavenly. He was strong, yet he was gentle with her. He was considerate. He was........manly.

As he drained out one breast and shifted to the second, she looked down at the place of contact and softened. He was having what nobody else wanted. He was helping her in becoming financially stable. She was the master and he was the servant. She was the mother and he was the child.

Unaware of the conflicts in Shama's mind, Mansoor finished with his sucking and stood up. He resumed opening the remaining buttons. She looked at him silently. What was he up to?

M: Madam, I had come to thank you for your assistance yesterday. You made my birthday very special. Not only are you beautiful and lovely, you are also kind and considerate. You are smart and intelligent. You are a perfect owner, a perfect mother, a perfect homemaker. I am blessed to be able to serve you and get served by you. I will be honoured to return your trust and love.

While he was talking, his hands were busy. He had opened the gown, and slipped it off her shoulders, leaving her only in her panties. He had spread her knees. And as he finished speaking, he placed his mouth on her wetness, giving her a jolt of pleasure. He used his teeth to gnaw on her panty covered pussylips. She rested her palms on the table and leaned back, while he moved his hands about. Scratching her thighs. Squeezing her breasts. In just five minutes, she started to buck her hips up against his face. So he paused, slipped the cloth covering the cunt and inserted his tongue into her pussy. She orgasmed in seconds, and he lapped up the juices. Just like the previous time.

As he straightened, she fell back on the table, drained. He looked down on her face. Their eyes met.

M: Madam, I could get used to this fare. First sweet, then salty. But I can have it only on my day off. (He pulled her up to a sitting position) Once again, thank you very much. I had come to give you my return gift for my birthday party yesterday. And also to inform you that I will also start evening prayers on my days off. Please be my prayer partner.

Mansoor kissed her lips gently and left.

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Shama was not able to comprehend what she had gone through. For a woman who had not had an orgasm in the first seven months of the year, the recent experiences were more than normal.

She was pulled out of her trance by her daughter waking up. She hurriedly buttoned up her dress and automatically got into her domestic mode. Some time later, she remembered that she had dropped her towel and bucket in the backyard. When she went to retrieve them, she found a blank paper bag with two gift wrapped packages also lying there. As she picked up the bag, she thought that it was dropped by Mr Mani, who forgot about it. The thought made her blush with the memory of the morning. She came in, put the paper bag on the dining table, and went to the bathroom to keep the other two items, still blushing and smiling.

Her daughter, who was having her morning milk, saw the gifts and did what any child would do- she grabbed the bag and pulled out the gifts. When she returned from the master bathroom, Shama found that her daughter had opened the larger gift, which had revealed a pretty frock. She now recalled the words that were spoken by her tenant-cum-manager-cum-milk drinker-cum-pussy licker, and realised that the unopened parcel was meant for her.