Tenancy Pt 04

Interlude 6

Sandesh was so preoccupied at lunch time, that he didn't notice the glow on Shama's face, the spring in Shama's steps, the happiness in Shama's speech, the shine in Shama's eyes. He was so preoccupied that he didn't find it amiss when Shama didn't object to his not attending to his daily fatherly obligation to his daughter.

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Shama was having bouts of anxiety.

She had brought her daughter with her to the shop counter with the dual aim of not letting her sleep in the afternoon, and of letting Sandesh sleep peacefully. The former was so that the child would tire early and sleep soundly. The latter so that the father would leave early and return late.

At around five pm, Mansoor came out of the guesthouse. Seeing Shama along with her daughter at the counter, he came over and started chatting with Shama's daughter. After a while, he asked the child if she wanted to go with him for a walk, which she readily agreed. So the duo left.

Shama opened the garage door, then shut down the shop and went inside. Her anxiety abated as she prepared the prayer spread for her husband's monthly religious activity.

When Sandesh left and she was alone in the house, she picked up her phone instrument and messaged.

S: He has left. How is she?

M: Good. Enjoying vanilla milk shake.

S: How long?

M: 20 minutes?

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When Mansoor returned with the toddler, it was past six pm. While he was playing with her on the lawn, the other occupants of the guesthouse returned. They saw their Mani Sir playing catch-me-if-you-can with the landlord's daughter. Some of the married tenants stopped to watch and smiled, as Mansoor jogged ahead theatrically, making funny noises, and the child running behind him on her tiny legs, trying to catch him. He made a big fall to allow her to jump on him and claim victory. What innocent fun!!

But she was tired. Mansoor dropped her at the door of her home and went back to the guesthouse. He spent some time with his subordinate workers and made a show of leaving for a late night movie show-the same which some of the workers had seen over the weekend. As they were cooking their dinner and preparing to retire for the night, he left the guesthouse, locking the gate behind him.

It was eight pm.

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Mansoor entered the landlord's home without ringing the doorbell. He shut the door, making just enough sound to announce his arrival.

The house was in darkness, except for the light of the kitchen and one candle each in the prayer room and on the dining table.

Shama came out of the bedroom, where she had just put her daughter to sleep, and where she had been waiting. She had made great efforts to look sexy, and the flickering light of the candles and the secondary light from the kitchen enhanced her alluring beauty. She was dressed in a sleeveless front zipped gym top and a sarong. He took out his phone and clicked her photo.

She walked to the dining table, sat down at the same spot where he had had his breakfast and removed her upper garment. He went up to her and took up her offer. She fed him tenderly and he drank greedily. She mmmm'ed and he slurped. Her fingers tossled his hair and his fingers roamed over the boobs.

When he had finished, he stood up and looked at the glowing face.

S: Do we eat then pray, or pray then eat.

M: Eating you is my prayer.

They kissed, and kissed. She held his head and gave him her tongue. He kept his arms loosely wrapped around her waist. Tongues went in and out of each other's mouth, jostling for space. The mixed drool was consumed by both. As her passion escalated, she started leaning towards him. She had her breasts pressed to his chest, her arms around his neck and her thighs encircling his waist. She mmmm'ed and nnnnn'ed.

They had been making out for five minutes, when he broke the kiss.

M: Madam, you have transformed from a submissive doe to an aggressive tigress. I was already in awe of your beauty and your smarts, but I am even more impressed by your sexiness.

S: It is you who has woken up this passion in me. Even I was not aware that I could be like this.

M: A goddess who doesn't know her powers? I'm honoured to be the first one to worship you. But first, you need to be baptised with the holy water. Let's go to our prayer room.

They separated and she got off the dinner table. With arms around each other's waists, they walked into the prayer room. The candle light was flickering, the candle wasn't going to last five minutes.

M: Do you want to be baptised here? I thought we'll do it in the bedroom.

S: My daughter has just slept, and may wake up to the sound. And I want the Goddess to bless me too.

M: There is no stopping once I start. We can't pray unless you are baptised.

S: Oooh! You are serious! Ok, I will accept your baptism.

M: Your word?

S: I am from a warrior class. Our word is more sacred than our lives. You have my word. I will not back off.

M: There can be no break in the process, once it starts. Once the baptism is complete, I will give you a new name for all future prayer meetings.

Shama found this role play interesting. She nodded her assent. He took her hands and took her inside the prayer room. They stood on the prayer mat in front of the framed image of the goddess, facing each other.

M: Just follow my instructions. Don't speak anything. (She smiled) Not a sound. (She nodded) Good. Get on your knees (she knelt). Now open my pant and free the holy member (she opened his trousers and pushed it and his briefs down to his knees. His erection sprang free). Place your hands on my bums (she grabbed his ass). Now start sucking.

Shama had never done fellatio. She looked up at him, and saw the decisive seriousness on his face. She had already committed to not back down. So she did what she was told. She raised up a little to place her lips on his crown, and lowered her mouth to get the shaft in. The penis was thick and long. She took in about three inches, then retreated to the head, then took it back in. Her fingers dug into his ass muscles involuntarily. She closed her eyes and started the to and fro motion.

The candle flickered as it reached the end. Any time soon there would be darkness in the prayer room. But they were oblivious to that. He placed his hands on her head, and pushed some more into her mouth. At five inches, he hit her throat, and she bit down and pushed back involuntarily. But he didn't let her disengage. Her hands shifted to his thighs as she resisted, but countered by holding her head in place.

M: You can't stop now Madam. Keep your hands behind. Don't bite. If you can't move your head, just take in as much as you can comfortably, and then create suctioning. Like drinking Pepsi through a straw.

The flame died. Shama adjusted the protrusion and tried the sucking. While she found this easier, it was still uncomfortable for her cheek muscles. Within moments, she found the correct rhythm and the act became pleasing to Mansoor. She will need to practice. And he intended to give her just that. A lot of practice.

Her knees were hurting, her jaws were hurting, her shoulders were numb, but she soldiered on. She wondered how long she was at it. Five minutes? Ten? Seemed like thirty minutes. She had opened her eyes briefly and then closed them, when she realised that they were in the dark.

He was approaching his climax.

M: Madam, you are about to be blessed with the holy water. Drink it completely. Don't spillllllllll.

Spurts- no, jets- hit the back of her throat. She gulped down the first, but the second filled whatever little space was available in her mouth. She pushed back, and the spurt gun became free of her mouth. As she realised the taste, a third jet hit her forehead and the hair parting. She gagged at the taste and would certainly have omitted it out, had he not impressed on her in the beginning to drink it all. She gulped down the contents of her mouth, even as the final spurt fell on the prayer mat.

Shama sat back on her heals and looked up at Mansoor. She could not make out his face in the darkness. He told her to rise, and she grabbed his arms and pulled herself onto her feet. He pulled up his pants. Silently, they walked out of the prayer room, her left arm around his waist, his right arm over her shoulders with his right hand resting on her right breast.

He had baptised her. Now the prayer meeting could start.