It had been unexpected. They had received the tragic news nearly a week after Rahul's body was found. According to the police Rahul had been murdered. The case was then under investigation. Six months down the line there was no progress in the investigation. Radha, his widow was bent upon getting the police to move their ass & complete the investigation & bring the perpetrator to justice.
{For the reader, a brief background of Rahul is necessary. Rahul was the only son of the reputed industrialist house...shall we say, Naidu's. Nageshwar his father was now in his early forty's & his wife Rukmini was in her mid thirty's. Rahul their only son was in his early twenty's when he was married to Radha, who had just turned twenty. Unfortunately the lovely Radhika had become a widow within six months of her marriage.}
"Dad, we just cannot sit around and do nothing."
"Well! What can we really do? The police are doing their job & some times, these things take time, honey."
Rukmini was silent and chose not to participate in the conversation.
"Mom, you tell me. We are a leading family in these parts and is it not pathetic that your only son is murdered & you are sitting around helpless. My God, he was your son. Don't you feel that we need to do something.....anything. For God sake, we need to do something."
"Look Honey. Come Monday we shall go to Bombay & consult our legal experts & maybe try and get the case transferred to the C. B. I. for investigation."
"That's more like it Dad. We should do that. But today is Friday. Why don't we start tomorrow and reach Bombay. We shall have the entire Sunday to work things out. After all Monday is the beginning of the week and the lawyers could do with a little advance notice."
Rukmini muttered, that was a good idea & urged her husband to leave the next morning with Radha for Bombay. Both Radha and Nageshwar insisted that she should come along, but she refused. Thus it was ultimately decided that both Radha and her father in law would leave by road the next day. Accordingly they took off for Bombay. Hey had hardly driven a hundred miles when thundershowers struck. In a matter of minutes it was pouring so heavily that it was impossible to even see the road. Nageshwar steered the vehicle carefully to leave the expressway.
"Where you heading for?"
"I am trying to get us to the nearest motel, as it does not look likely that the rain is going to let up, honey."
They drove in silence till they reached a motel. She remained in the car, while he checked in and got the keys. Subsequently they were in the room along with their luggage. Nageshwar asked her to get some coffee made, while he called his wife and informed her about the rain and their seeking temporary shelter in a motel.
{What she did not know that the unexpected rains was the beginning of a set up that she would soon find out with strange result.}
As he turned to her, she was ready with the coffee. Offering him a mug, she said,
"So handsome, when does your wife get killed?"
He kept the mug aside and holding her hand pulled her to him. He placed her arms around his neck while he allowed his hands to rest at the top of her ass. He cupped her ass cheeks & pulled her crotch up tight against his. She snuggled up against his chest and he had his face buried in her hair.
"You smell good darling!"
With that he pulled her hair to ensure that she was facing him.
"I am going to fuck you so hard honey that you will beg me to stop."
He drew her to him for a kiss. She avoided his lips with a deft movement. She asked him to lay off.
"Forget it mister. You are not going to get into my pants till you marry me officially. Remember that that was the understanding. And you will therefore have to get rid of your wife. Either get a divorce or...." Her voice trailed off.
"OK you bitch, have it your way. But fuck you I will. And I bet you will be begging for it before the day is over."
She did not bother to even look at him, let alone consider what he had said. She busied herself with a book on the couch. After quite some time she stole a glance at him. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks and she could not but help notice the huge bulge. It had been some time now since she had last seen his cock. She could not help the shiver that coursed through her body & undoubtedly, though reluctantly she was excited.
Observing her glancing at him, he walked up to her.
"Excuse me Mrs. Naidu." he said
She looked up and to her surprise found herself focused directly on his bulge thrusting against his loose fitting slacks and maybe his shorts, if he was wearing one. He was grinning at her as he took his cock out from the constraints of the fabric. He rubbed his cock as he leered at her. She wet her lips several times as she looked on. He leaned over and whispered in her ear,
"I going to make my dick touch every single inch of your naked body. I'm going to eat your pussy and massage your clit with my tongue. Simultaneously you'll find my finger plunging into your asshole. I'll finger fuck your ass till you beg me to shove my dick up your ass hole. I'll compel you to make love to my cock, ass, and balls."
She got up hurriedly avoiding any physical contact & made her way to the water closet. She was already wet and her panties were soaked. She needed a breather to get hold of herself. He stood obstructing her way and was leaning back against the bathroom door.
"Here take this note and read it while you are on the pot."
With that he let her go to the bathroom. As she sat on the potty she read,
"For the last hour, you have been fanaticizing about us. You are unable to get my cock out of your head. Your cunt is dripping in anticipation of what it would be in bed with me. In fact you did not note that you have left telltale signs all over the couch. Don't you want me to lick your ass and finger your cunt? Remember you like to be a whore and treated like a slut in bed. When you come out of there, decide how you want me to treat you. This is your last chance. Either return as my whore or remain my daughter-in-law."
He was on the couch waiting for her when she returned. It was obvious that she had chosen to be his whore. She returned to the room & approached him. He saw her quivering lips and the breasts move in her low slung blouse giving enough slack for her ample 36DD breasts to be viewed in all their glory. Her silk sari clung to her breath taking body as she swayed towards him. Finally she was standing in between his spread legs. Her hand moved to remove her sari from her shoulder where it was draped. He extended his left hand & clutched one end of her sari. His other hand found its way to her midriff. His palm felt her bare skin till it reached her waist where the sari was tucked. He pulled at the sari tucked at the waist till it came undone. She was now in her blouse and panties. He rose and put an arm around her waist and pulled her up tight against him and put his tongue in her mouth and kissed her hard. She didn't resist in the slightest. He moved his other hand to her ass cheek where he grabbed a hand full and squeezed hard. As he took hold of her ass he let go of her waist and moved his hand to her breast. To his surprise her arms went up around his neck and like a slut, she spread her legs apart so that his thigh could move up against her cunt. She began to move her hips up and down against his leg, rubbing her cunt against him. Then she raised her right knee up to his waist rendering her cunt to rub against him.
"Whores have to be taught a lesson once in a while."
He held her at arms length and allowed his hand to grab her cunt. She moaned. He turned her to face the other side while her back was available to him. He undid her blouse and then her bra. He pulled them off. At the same time he stripped her of her panties. She was now naked as the day she was born.
"You lousy bitch, you have to atone for your high handedness. Remember the last time, you asked me whether I remembered what to do with what you referred as my peewee. I am going to show you what this peewee is capable of doing to sluts like you."
He pushed her to her knees.
He slapped her, "Take my peewee out."
