Tenancy Pt 06

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.

Sh: But last week you had seventy five thousand. Where did it go?

Sa: My friend Timmy was short of money for purchasing a plot. He requested me for a loan for fifteen days, by which time his loan would have been approved. So I gave him ninety thousand. Now he says that the loan application has been rejected and he can't give me my money back.

Sh: Sandesh, are you mad? Didn't I tell you explicitly not to spend any money without my permission? Are your friends more important than your daughter?

Sa: I am sorry, Shama. I thought I .....

Sh: You thought? Didn't we agree on the plan to get a good foundation by the time our daughter turned four? Was sending my mother away not enough for you? Your daughter has to depend on the manager for chocolate and ice creams. And you just gave away our money.

Sa: I said I am sorry, Shama. I never thought.......

Sh: Stop. Stop thinking. I will do the thinking. Just keep quiet. (after a pause) I will ask Mr Mani what to do. (She called up Mansoor) Good evening, Mr Mani. Where are you? (pause) Good. Are you free? I want to discuss something urgent. (pause) Not more than an hour. I will get dinner and we'll have it together. (pause) Ok, thank you. (She put the phone down) Sandesh, I'm going to discuss the issue with him. You just keep an eye on your daughter, and put her to sleep on time. We'll find a way.

Shama packed dinner for two, and quickly left for the guesthouse.

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Mansoor stood at the entrance of the guesthouse, and when Shama entered, he locked the gate and followed her in, latching the door. Shama went into Mansoor's room, kept the dinner bag on the table, and turned to pounce on him. Even one day without meeting him was unbearable to her. He responded with equal gusto as they kissed, grabbing and squeezing her buttocks while giving her the tongue.

S: I came as soon as I got the chance. We are not going to be disturbed for at least one hour.

M: How did you manage this break?

S: Later. First, let's eat. You set the food, I'll have a bath. Things happened suddenly and I didn't have the time to get ready.

Shama went inside, stripped and kept her clothes on the chair, and entered the bathroom. Mansoor opened the dinner bag and got the utensils out. When he heard the shower running, he smiled at the memory of their shower fuck. He walked in and stood at the bathroom door, watching her as she bathed. She saw him watching her, and continued. When she was done and the shower was off, she asked for the towel. He retrieved his towel from the cloth stand, and went in to dry her up. As he rubbed her down, she pulled up his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. As the food cooled, they both heated up.

She moved to the bedroom and signalled him to switch the ceiling fan on. When he turned after switching it on, he saw Shama bent on the headrest of the bed, offering herself to be taken from behind.

M: You want it standing?

S: My lord, you Tarzan, me Jane. You dog, me bitch.

M: Ok, me dog, you bitch. Me doing doggy style.

He bent down and sniffed her quim. She sighed. He knelt behind her and rubbed his nose on her lower lips. She was wet, and exuding pheromonic fragrance that was so intoxicating to him. He inserted his tongue into her cunny, and rotated his face to give a screw like effect. She hung her head and started uttering monosyllabic reactions. He placed his hands on her ass, used his fingers to spread her cunt lips and started to drink her juices. She was wetter than before, louder than normal, throwing her head up and down. He added spice to his oral attack by using his fingers on her asshole. Her sphincter was tight.

S: Masterrrr....what aaaa you doeeeeeen......does a dog doooo...... this magic? Aaah..... oohhhh.....god......aaaiiiiiii

As she came, he realised that with each orgasm, she was becoming louder. This time she shivered and fell forward, her stomach resting on the headrest and her face on the bed. With sadistic pleasure, he continued to assault her sensitive cunt, ignoring her no's and stop's and enough's. He was so addicted to her bodily fluids that he felt he could live on it indefinitely. As there was no stopping him, she tried to crawl forward, over the headrest, and he held her back to continue with his pre-dinner starters. He finally let her go when she bucked her heel into his stomach. He got on his feet and stood over her panting, sobbing, drained, exhausted body. Then he went over and sat next to her head, and tenderly parted her hair to look at her face.

M: What happened, Shama? Is Jane giving up on Tarzan?

S: Masser...I....you.....uhhh....nufff.....let....me.... rest.... please..... masser

M: Come now, get up. Let's have some more fun.

Shama gathered her energy and tried to push herself off the bed. Mansoor helped her and got her sitting on the bed leaning on his left shoulder. Gently, he placed her right hand on his semi erection. She grasped it and started pumping it slowly to erection.

M: Shall we eat before resuming?

S: Just five minutes, please.

M: I'll get the food.

S: No, I'll come with you, my lord.

She maintained her hold on his penis, as they walked out of the bedroom.

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Mansoor sat on the chair, holding the single dinner plate in his left hand, with Shama sitting on his right thigh. She would feed him a morsel and take a bite herself. He would take a bite and wash it down with a long suck from her boobs. When he would feel uncomfortable, he would shift her to his left leg, and his attention to the other boobie. They were talking, but it was more a monologue from her.

S: Sandesh is a weakling. He is so selfless, I have to remind him of his duties towards his family. He has no clue about building a business....more vegetables?....stop doing that. See how many marks you have left on my breasts. I am looking so ugly.....wait, I'll put some curd. You love curd, no?....I love it too. But too much curd makes me feel sleepy. Milk is better, more nutritious....are you getting any milk out from there?.... See how my nipples react to you.... I love this 'little man'. He's cute. In attention whenever I call him....like a good son.... I want a son like you....kind, attentive, smart.....mmmmmmmm, I love the way you kiss me....mmmmm.....your tongue is magical.......

M: What was that about the guesthouse?

S: What? Oh, I was saying I had I got this guesthouse made, but he was like- oh, let's help the people, he can't pay this much, bla bla. I said no. I never got a decent saree since Kusum was born. And he doesn't love me, like you do. You kiss me, hold me. His only mark on me is this marital necklace. But you have marked me all over my body. You have laid claim on what you want and now you own it. You know? Once Sandesh asked me why I had such a long face. Like a cow. I said anyone whose tits are pulled all year long and who gets fucked only once a year will obviously have a long face. Have I made a long face in the last one, two, three months? Because you love me, because this 'little man'.....

M: You were saying about the guesthouse?

S: What? Oh, yes. So, I told him, you look after your daughter and I will look after the guesthouse. I will get us money for our daughter's future. I sent him into the house and I sat on the shop counter. You know? It was my second week in the shop, when you had come looking for a place. When you stood there asking for a room, I thought you were cute. I...

M: Why was Sandesh arguing with his friends?

S: What? Oh, that. That stupid man has given all our money to his friend. Without telling me. Now he doesn't know how to get it back. He is in heavy debt. I also shouted at him. I came to you to get away from that moron. I couldn't think of anything else. He is a father, but he never got anything for her. But you got her a new frock, you get her chocolates and ice cream and juices. And you have given me that lovely black saree. I will wear it tomorrow. For you. When you come for dinner.

M: Have you told him?

S: Don't worry he will be there. He should see how a wife should be pampered. A woman is an endless ocean of love and pleasure, but the key to the lock needs to be earned.

M: And have I earned the key?

S: You are my master, my lord. You own me. I will do anything for you, any you say. No questions. And you have the key. This 'little man' is the key. The best key.

Mansoor gently pushed Shama to her feet between his legs. As he placed the empty dinner plate on the table, she knelt down and started sucking him. It was heavenly. He sat back and watched her head moving. Her hair blocked his view of her face, so he brushed it aside. She stopped, wrapped her hair in a bun, looking at smilingly at him-dessert time, she said- and went back to her 'little man'. How can dessert be salty, he wondered.

A phone rang. It was her phone and the sound came from the dinner bag. With one hand on her her, he reached inside the bag and took out her phone. It was Sandesh. He connected the call and put the speaker on.

M: Namaste (greetings), Sir.

S: Where is Shama. It is more than an hour, and she has not returned. Why is the gate of the guesthouse locked?

M: Madam is busy having her dinner. She can't come on the phone right now. But she has explained the situation to me. I will have a solution when I come for dinner.

S: What? Why'd you come to my home for dinner? Aren't you getting enough already?

M: Mr Sandesh, don't shout. I'm getting enough, more than enough, but nothing from you. Madam gives me and I give her. You just relax and do as I say. Madam and I have already decided what to do. Don't interfere and everything will work out well. Is the daughter asleep?

S: She is watching TV.

M: Madam is busy. She'll take another hour to complete her responsibilities here. You can take your daughter out for dinner. And don't return before ten pm.

S: What is the meaning of this? Put Shama on the phone.