Mansoor was at work, when his phone pinged. It was Shama.
S: Cum urly. Mlk 4u.
M: Wot time?
S: Ven hubby in shop.
M: 7. Lv grl at shop.
S: 👍🏽 😘 👄
Earlier, in the morning, Mansoor had risen later than normal, when the other tenants were departing. Within five minutes, he had dressed and arrived at Shama's kitchen for breakfast. Sandesh was not back from his monthly religious night vigil. He had peeped into the bedroom and had found both mother and daughter still asleep. So he had put tea for Shama on the stove, and had gone to have breakfast in bed. The supply from his naked milkmaid was meagre, and he had sucked the breasts empty in just five minutes, but his arousal had taken another ten minutes to abate. He had mounted her again, not concerned if her moans and his grunts would awaken the sleeping child. In those fifteen minutes, there were repeated feminine utterances of 'master', 'lord', 'please', 'god', 'ooh', 'aah', 'uhh', and 'yes'. And instead of depositing his load inside her, he had drained his balls in her mouth. The load wasn't much, but she had to be made used to his taste. And before leaving for work, he had stood next to the master bed buckling up his trousers, had looked down on Shama's naked form, and had said, "Madam, tea is ready."
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When he reached the guesthouse in the evening, Sandesh was having an argument with one of his two friends. He slowed down to overhear the conversation, but he was spotted, and they clamped up. He walked past the shop and entered the guesthouse gate. It was not possible for him to go to the landlord's home unnoticed, so he had to change his plan. He called Shama.
S: Where are you? I'm waiting.
M: Sorry, Shama. Your husband is at the gate, having some argument with his friends. It's not possible for me to come over unnoticed. I didn't see your daughter also.
S: She came back just now. I was not understanding why he sent her back, but now I know. Can't you come, please?
M: You know I want to, but I shouldn't. Let it get dark, then I'll try. But we mustn't take any chances. I have something planned. Just get Sandesh to invite me for dinner on Friday.
S: I'll try. Listen, master, I'm missing you. I want you.
M: So do I, my sexy. What are you?
S: I am your sex slave. I'm your fucktoy.
M: And?
S: And I am whatever you want me to be.
M: You are a MILF. Keep the faith. I will find a way to get to you. Remember, we still have two rooms that have not been prayed in.
S: Two? Only the guest room is left.
M: Guest room and garage.
S: That way there are three left. Don't forget the shop, my lord.
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Sometimes, Mansoor used to feel that there is God. And sometimes, he would feel that he was very lucky. As he got out of the bathroom, he prayed for a miracle, so that he could get Shama in his arms. And Allah the merciful heard his prayer. Just as he came out of his room to look for the dinner bag, there was a power outage. In that total and complete darkness, Mansoor slipped out of the guesthouse gate and silently moved to the rear of the landlord's home. Here he got lucky. Shama came out through the main door along with her daughter and asked Sandesh to keep her till the electricity returned. Already, people had arrived at the shop to pass the time. Sandesh tried to get Shama to join him at the counter, but she said she was preparing dinner and would come after that, in case the outage continued. Shama went back to her kitchen and got busy. Mansoor used his friendship with the discom engineer to ascertain the seriousness of the situation, and learnt that he had more than one hour of darkness.
Shama had already guessed that Mansoor would be at her side soon. She finished her chores in record time and sat down on the dining table in candle light. She had the same house gown on, that had started her conversion. So when Mansoor opened the door, she grabbed his face, and crushed her lips on his. After exchanging and downing the mixed saliva, she was panting like a bitch in heat.
S: My lord, oh, my master. Come on, we don't have much time. Come on master, feed me. Give me your juice. Please, master, I am very hungry, I am very thirsty.
M: Patience, my sexy, we will do both. First, let me drain you of your milk, that you've been carrying the whole day.
Fingers got busy opening buttons, for him to access her milky melons and for her to grab his boneless appendage. They shuffled backwards to the dining table, and she slid on top of it. He hurriedly clamped onto her left nipple and started drinking her milk. She had freed her 'little man' and grabbed it in her right hand, while bussing his hair tenderly with her left hand.
When he had finished with one boob, he stood up and kissed her.
M: Shama, I want to spend more time with you. I want you to be mine. I want your body. I want your breasts to be with milk forever, so that I can.....
S: Shhh, my darling, my lord, my master. I am your girl, your slave. I am not going anywhere. I am here whenever you want me.
M: Did you see the dress I want you to wear on Friday?
S: Yes, my lord. It's lovely. I'm going to do as you say. But now please give me my drink.
Shama slid off the dining table and sat down on the chair. She had seen some educational videos on internet on oral sex, and she was eager to show her new found knowledge. She started by licking the tip and felt his hole with her tongue tip, pushing slightly inwards. Simultaneously, she placed her lips on the head and slowly slipped the mushroom into her mouth. She flicked her tongue on his tip, and felt his involuntarily jerk. She alternated the flick with the suck. Twice, thrice. Then she took her lips travelling along the bottom of the shaft to his balls, and took the entire sac into her mouth. She gave a couple of sucks, and then traveled back to the head. The lips went to the base of his cock twice more- once along the right side of its length and once along the left side. Having spread her saliva on it, she took him into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, like she had seen that Latina woman do in the Naughty America video, and took the entire cock in, till her nose touched him. Then she clamped her lips shut and withdrew to the tip. Three, five, twelve times. Back to tonguing the dickhead. After some flicks, she went deep again, but this time she held her there, his dick fully in her mouth. She then created some suction within her mouth and simultaneously tried to move her tongue. This went on for about thirty seconds, and then she withdrew.
S: My lord, do I please you? Have I been able to make you happy?
M: Shama, I am very surprised with what you just did.
S: Wait, my master, there's some more.
She got back to her pleasure rod. She took about three inches into her mouth, and pumped her right hand up and down the shaft, fondling his cum sac with her left hand and timing her sucking with her hand pumping. In less than five minutes, Mansoor groaned, grabbed the back of her head, and came. She went back to the tip and stored his ejection in her mouth.
S: Bai bout in bhul. A bud hab hon hu hou a bwinkh (my mouth is full. I would have shown you how I drink).
Gulp, gulp.
M: Mashallah, subhanallah.
S: I think you should finish your milk before the power returns.
M: I was hoping to tick one more room with our prayers, but I think you're right. Let's not take any chances.
Fifteen minutes later, Mansoor had reached his room, and Shama was on the shop counter. Her glands and his glans were empty, and the body metabolism was filling up the sacs. While there was no one to see the smile on Mansoor's face, the satisfaction and cheerfulness visible in Shama's demeanour was lost in the darkness.
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Interlude 9
Housing market makes lucrative offers during the holiday season, and construction companies have housing projects ready for sale by the end of monsoon season. Autumn in the sub continent has many festivals, and people who have worked hard and saved up now take the blessings of the goddess of wealth and buy shops and homes. Consequently, labourers and engineers take this time to go back to their villages to spend time with their families and plant their seeds in willing wombs.
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Fellow tenants told Mansoor that they were planning to go to their homes for the holiday season. They wanted to leave on the day preceding the start of the nine day fasting, and return after the festival of lights. Mansoor had no lien on them, and had no authority to ensure that they returned to the same rooms that they vacated. But to be fair and honest to the trust posted on him, he asked them not to ask for refund of security, till they had decided not to come back to the town. With the suspension of construction work, Mansoor's employer had put him on retainer salary. As a result, Mansoor was not required to go to the site unless called. He came back to the guesthouse early, along with all the other workers. There was lot of hustle and bustle as the tenants departed and the rooms emptied. By dinner time, Mansoor was the lone occupant of the guesthouse.
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Sandesh came back from the gym sans his friends, and went inside the house directly, without a glance at Shama, who was at the shop counter. By about six pm, when she didn't get any call from Sandesh, she decided to close shop and go in. She confirmed that the guesthouse gate keys were not in the shop, then finished the daily routine by pulling the shop shutters down. As she walked into her home, she saw Sandesh sitting with his head in his hands. She was alarmed.
Shama: Sandesh? What happened?
Sandesh: I am in a fix. I need one hundred thousand by this weekend to clear the dues of my suppliers, and another fifteen thousand to deposit in the bank against the mortgage, and I have only two thousand.
