Ok, I hear you all! Moin and Javed are still with Steffi, oops, sorry, Stella, and so many of you want to know how they spent their first afternoon together. Well, here goes. And guys, please vote/comment when you finish reading – helps me improve.
(PS: For those of you just starting with my musings, I recommend you start at Yours Lustfully Chapter 1 under my name. You’ll have a long but wet night ahead, I promise)
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“Madam, madam, wake up,” Rory said, keeping his touch tender on her bare shoulders. It had been an hour since the torrid morning session, and he had succeeded in negotiating some rest time for her.
Just before leaving the room, he had made sure to cover her up with his newly purchased quilt, after wiping her body clean with wet wipes from a box that said “Cleanex – Detox tissues”.
The amount of semen that he had sopped out of her privates was enough to start a fertility clinic. He had also placed a bucket full of water next to her bed, in case she felt the need to throw up. Thankfully, that bucket didn’t come into play, but worryingly for him, the bottle of water next to the bed had gone down to half its quantity, which meant her bloodstream was as pure as the effluents from the gutter outside a public hospital.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily. “I have a call at 2 pm.”
“It’s 130 pm, madam,” he said, supporting her back against the headrest. “Look, I’ve got some food for you. Please eat something.”
“You still call me madam?” she said with a smile. “Whatever happened to Stella?”
Rory nervously looked over his shoulder and was relieved to see that the door was still firmly shut. He put a few morsels together and put it in front of her lips, which she swallowed out of sheer exhaustion to chew upon them.
“I’m sorry for what happened this morning, madam. I didn’t realize they would take advantage of you in my absence,” he said in a sullen voice, wiping the curry off her swollen lips.
“They, you, me, what’s the difference really?” she said, this time chewing on her mouthful. “We’re all taking advantage of each other. I’ve come so far down this road that I don’t quite remember how it all started. But maybe it’s the alcohol in my system,” she said, trying to keep her eyes open.
“Pass me my phone. I need to text my parents that I’ll again be late today. Unless you have done that already,” she said, condescendingly. His silence proved her suspicion right, and even in her state of daze, she could see the guilt in his eyes.
“How much did you owe these men?” she asked, scratching her inner thigh, under the quilt. “You could have just asked me for the money and had it over with. There was nothing personal between us anyway.”
“I didn’t want to,” he replied, wiping the plate clean with the final morsel, and feeding her with care. “What you and I have was beyond my imagination; it was a dream. But they are the reality. I didn’t want the two to clash.”
“Well, Rory,” she said, taking a sip from the bottle he wished she hadn’t noticed, “had I paid you then, you would have been my male service. Now,” she said, emptying the bottle down her throat, “you’re simply my pimp.” She tried to place the empty bottle on the side table, but her hands shook so uncontrollably that the vessel landed on the gap in between the bed and table.
“You may call me what you want,” Rory said, picking up the bottle and the empty plate. “I’m going outside to keep these guys at bay. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that for too long. You may choose what you want next. If you threaten them, they’ll have no choice but to let you go. I’ve even opened the window to the room, and it’ll be enough to gather a crowd. It’s your choice,” he said, getting up from the bed.
“I’ve also kept a fresh pair of clothes on the middle shelf of the cabinet. Text me before you come out, so that I know what I need to do.” He lowered his eyes and didn’t wait for her to respond, leaving the room in silence, with the momentary disturbance of the loud music still playing on the radio.
Moin and Javed were licking the curry off their fingers as he walked out. They were fully clothed now and were watching some local game on his television. “Is she up?” Javed asked in an irritated tone.
“Yes, she is. She has a,” Rory paused for a moment, “well, she’s on the phone to her university professor. They are upset with her for missing classes today. I think she’ll need another hour.”
“The hell she will,” Moin said with angst. “We aren’t here to sit on your sofa and watch the highlights of some lousy match! You had a deal with us, and I don’t need to remind you of what it was,” he yelled, still following the events on the screen.
“But Moin, you said that we were good now,” Rory replied, placing the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. “I’ve already let you spend time with my wife to-be. Please have mercy and don’t dishonor me any further.”
“The man is having a baby in less than two weeks,” milas escort Moin said, turning to Javed, “and trades some college kid for his debt, and then talks to us about honor!”
Javed tossed his empty plate across the floor and groggily got up from the couch. “Rory,” he said, walking up to the terrified man, “our deal was for the day. Don’t expect to be getting off the hook so easily!” He was about an inch away from Rory when the bedroom door opened.
“Javed,” Steffi said, holding onto the door handle for balance, “sorry I slept so much. What’s all this noise?” Rory looked at her with disbelief and wasn’t sure if she had picked up the clothes that she was wearing by mistake.
Dressed in her pinks, she was wearing her night dress, a full sleeves top with buttons across the front, and a pair of loose pajamas with white, polka dots all over them. He was very familiar with this attire, as she would often wear it during her night stays at his place, for as long as she could keep them on.
“Look Stella,” Javed said, turning away from Rory, “your husband is asking us to leave. He’s completely lost all his manners.” Javed walked right up to her, and the two drunken bodies put their arms around each other’s’ waists. He gave her a peck on the cheek, grabbing her waist for support.
“Rory, that’s not nice of you,” she said, walking step to step with a man who was busy feeling up the naked gap between her top and her pajamas.
“Javed, please don’t mind him. He’s concerned about the money he’ll lose if he doesn’t go out to work,” she said, losing her balance momentarily. Javed was happy to hold her steady by getting behind her and holding her in his embrace. “Thanks, Javed,” she said, pushing her rear into his groin inadvertently.
Moin had wrapped up his meal and placed the plates by his side. “Have you boys eaten well?” she asked, still shuffling in his embrace. “Yes, we have, Stella,” Moin replied, licking his fingers clean, suggestively.
“Rory, what’s for dessert?” he asked the baffled man. “I have cake, Moin,” Rory replied, noticing how Steffi and Javed hadn’t moved an inch. He was sure that despite their swaying under the influence of the potion, Javed was dry humping his new muse.
“Good. Bring the cake over here then,” Moin ordered, turning off the television and the radio, with pin drop silence in the living room. “We’ll celebrate the arrival of your child and your partnership with this lovely lady,” he added, blowing her a kiss.
“No Moin, let me do that. After all, it’s his big day today,” she said, getting out of Javeds’ embrace. As she turned around, she pulled the pajamas out of her ass crack, a clear indication that she wasn’t wearing anything down below. Javed felt a bit exposed too, with his tent pointing right at his elder brother.
Steffi staggered her way to Rory and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, something all men found erotic for their own reasons. “Go, sit down, baby!” she said, “I know my way around this kitchen,” she said, looking into his eyes, sensually.
Rory took his usual spot on the ground, as Steffi went about unpacking and slicing the cake, serving disproportionate plates for good reason. Rory was the first to get served, and while he was accepting his plate, he fought the urge to tell her that her top two buttons had popped open.
Moin and Javed were simply staring at her gorgeous rear as she bent over to hand her husband his party cake. She was the best piece of ass they had ever seen, quite literally.
She then walked up to Javed and Moin, and gave them their plates, sitting down between the two men. “What material is this? It’s so smooth,” Javed asked, running his hand over her thigh. “Oh, thank you. It’s silk. Rory likes it a lot,” she replied, giving her driver a wink as she held onto Javeds’ arm. “Why does Javed get more?” Moin asked, “and where is your plate?”
“Javed won fair and square, right,” she said, massaging his arm playfully, “so he deserves the lions share. As for me, I’m too sweet anyway. Don’t need any more sugar in me,” she said, giving her trademark smile that would make men go weak in their knees. “Javed, I think your brother is jealous of you,” she quipped, leaning against Javeds’ shoulder.
Rory could see that she had relaxed the two men, and they were no longer in a hurry to tear her apart. “Jealous? Nonsense,” Moin smiled, taking a spoonful. “He needed my help this morning to keep you warm. And do you really think that you are sweeter than this cake?”
Javed hadn’t had a bite since she sat down next to him and forced himself to focus on the cake for the time being. “Your brother hasn’t had his fair share of losing today, Javed. Let’s teach him a lesson together.”
Saying so, she turned away from Javed and pushed her bottom against his thigh, crossing her leg over her knee. His new object of affection noticed the tip of her ass crack sticking over the loose pants elastic, but was enjoying the mudanya escort banter for now, and started digging into his cake. Rory had wrapped up his limited portion, which he had assessed was the smallest of the handouts.
“So, Moin,” she said, addressing the man who was already openly ogling at her breasts filling up her top, “let’s see who’s sweeter. Lick me over here,” she said, pointing at the nape of her neck.
The horny men around her did not need any invitations, per se, but she was certainly the best hooker either had ever had, and the best part was, she was completely legit. Moin placed his hands on her thighs and gave her neck a sloppy lick. Steffi had to push him away, as his hands had begun to wander.
“Hey, stop being so greedy! So, what’s the verdict?” she asked with a charming smile.
“It’s hard to say. You see, I had a whole slice of cake, and what you offered was only a little. I need to try a bit more,” he said, playing along. Rory was surprised how easily a high-class girl, half their age, was feeding them out of her hands, quite literally.
“Ok, that’s fair. Then you pick an area that is sizeable enough for you,” she said with an air of confidence. Moin was clear about his pickings and started unbuttoning her top. Javed looked over her shoulder as her beautiful globes came into his view.
Despite their torrential session in the morning, the two men hadn’t been able to appreciate the beauty that was in their midst. Her pink areolas sitting on top of her massive breasts were the biggest they had ever seen. Moin bent forward and gave her erect nipples a long lick.
With the drugs running through her veins, Steffi moaned in pleasure, grabbing Javeds thigh while reclining into his shoulder. Moin licked all over and around her most prized asset and let out the all too familiar whistle when he noticed the mole between her cleavage.
“Javed, I missed this in the morning. Did you notice this?” he asked, parting her breasts. His brother licked his spoon clean and brought it over her shoulder, between her breasts, to tease her skin with the cold metal. He rubbed the base of it with controlled pressure, and then brought it back into his mouth.
“Hey, stop you two! So Moin, I win, right?” Steffi asked, not bothering to cover up, looking at him with pure lust.
“The fuck with all of this,” Moin said, grabbing her by the seams of her open shirt. “Javed, I’m taking her to the room,” he announced, picking her up in his arms. “I can’t hold off any more. Come in when you’re done eating that stupid cake.”
Cradled in his arms, even Steffi knew that she had done well firing up these two brutes. Moin walked over to the bedroom with a sense of urgency, careful not to drop what would be his ultimate release of heat.
Moin rolled her over the mattress, and literally yanked her pants off. “You’re a good girl,” he said, eyeing her heaving breasts while taking his pants off. “But where I come from, we don’t have such long conversations before we fuck.”
Javed slowly put his own plate down by the side of the sofa and started ambling towards the bedroom. By the time he got inside, Steffi was already lying on her side, knee over knee, with Moin taking his place in front of her.
“Javed,” he said, pulling Steffi towards his naked body, “grab that lotion from the bathroom. This time, you’ll be going behind her.” Javed staggered towards the bathroom, as Moin put her thigh over his waist. As Javed walked back in, he heard a loud moan in the room, and he knew that Moin was lodged in her.
“She’s quite the talker,” Moin said, bucking his hips furiously. “But look, be gentle back there. I haven’t had a go as yet, and we need it good for the entire night,” he finished, kissing her lips like there’s no tomorrow.
“Ok Moin,” Javed confirmed, before shutting the bedroom door to Rory’s face. Rory heard the bottle of lotion squeezed and dropped to the ground. Rory walked back to the couch, confused and exhausted. Taking the opportunity to be alone, he stretched out on his own couch, but jumped up at the shrill of her scream.
Lying back down again, he closed his eyes to picture how Steffi would be sandwiched between two men that were infamous in his village for ending careers in the flesh trade. The screams were soon replaced by moans, with all three mewing in unison. After a long and anxious first half, Rory finally fell asleep.
……………(Later that afternoon)…………
Rory turned to a side and fell right onto the hard floor with a thud. Cursing the fall in his village vernacular, he got back up on his feet, and stretched out his arms. He turned around to look at the bedroom door, which was still shut.
The wall clock had struck 530 pm, which meant that the incumbents had been inside for over three hours now. Tip toeing towards the bedroom, he held his breath, before placing his ear on the wood.
All that he heard on the other mustafakemalpaşa escort side were loud male snores, broken occasionally by her sweet voice. He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but he was sure that they weren’t legible words. His curiosity combined with his uncontrollable urge to urinate forced him to gently push the door open, happy to find out that it wasn’t locked.
He was surprised to see that despite three hours of uninterrupted access, the only thing that had changed was the side Steffi was facing, this time towards Javed. The two men were still wrapped around her, like snakes around a tree-trunk, with Javed essentially snoring into her face. Clearly the potent drinks had knocked out the trio eventually, but it had taken one hell of an effort for it to overcome these sexually charged individuals.
Rory suddenly noticed Moin buck his hips and realized why Steffi was stringing incoherent words. He was still inside her, perhaps still hard, and his movement would apply the sort of pressure that she was still getting accustomed to. What was mildly funny was that this would cause her to stir into Javed, who also was lodged inside her front.
Rory wondered how she was still breathing, safely secured between two men double her size. But the glow on her face convinced Rory that she was not only alive, but comfortably snuggled between her new admirers.
Stepping around the clothes strewn on the ground, Rory finally made it to the bathroom, and silently cursed the creaking door as he shut it. There was a strong stench inside, and whoever had used the loo had forgotten to flush it.
Getting through with the task, he thought twice about flushing the stinking fluids, and went ahead with it. The gurgling noise was louder than he thought, but he was getting bolder by the second.
“Who’s in there?” he heard a booming voice, as he opened the door. “It’s me, Moin,” he replied, quickly opening the door.
Moin turned towards the bathroom door, and Rory couldn’t help but notice how this simple action had given him a sight that he could never erase from his memory. As his massive penis withdrew from her rear aperture, it brought with it a waterfall of sorts, which seemed to be trapped inside her once tiny hole. His fluids trickled down her flush-red butt-cheeks, and onto the bare mattress that once was covered under a new bed-sheet.
“What time is it,” he asked, fisting his semi erect manhood, and wiping his hands against the mattress.
“It’s 530 pm, Moin,” Rory replied.
“Hmm,” he grunted, “go make us some tea and come back with it,” he ordered, turning back to his old position behind her, but this time, keeping his limp manhood outside the tortured hole.
Rory walked out of his dimly lit bedroom and shut the door quietly behind him. He filled up the kettle with fresh, unadulterated water and put it down to boil. These men seemed insatiable, he thought to himself, although his madam had not taken the exit when she could have.
This woman had jumped straight out of his porn stash and fulfilled every desire he had cherished as a youth. Additionally, she had saved him when he needed a bailout, which brought in an element of respect in this amorphous relationship. Although he was potentially out of his financial troubles, he did not want to make any mistakes at the last minute. Rory poured the hot beverage into four clean cups on a tray, and walked over to the bedroom once again, pushing it open with his shoulder.
“Tea,” he announced, waking up the near dead incumbents.
Both Javed and Moin let go of their treasure in unplanned synchrony and looked at Rory as if he had made the mistake of his life. “Moin asked me to,” he submitted, without their asking.
Javed pushed himself against the headrest and let out a screechy yawn. Moin did the same, sans the yawn, and Rory walked over to his side to carefully hand him his cup. Moin picked up two, and handed one to Javed, who was mindful of the person sleeping in-between them. “What about her,” he asked, taking a sip.
“Stella, wake up,” Moin said, rubbing his foot gently on her bare calves. His eyes were fixated on her fleshy ass, and he placed a warm hand over her cheek, shaking it softly.
“I need sleep,” she said, not perturbed by the two lecherous men gawking over her nudity.
“No, you need to have some of this,” Javed argued, slightly irritated by her diffidence. Turning around at a glacial pace, she propped herself against Moins shoulder. “What is it?” she asked, her eyes still firmly shut.
“Your husband has brought tea,” Moin replied in a softer tone. “Have some.” Rory pushed out the third cup, and Moin held it firmly till the time it was in her hands. With the last cup in his hand, Rory went over to Javeds side and sat down on the sole chair in the room, facing the bed. “Did you sleep well?” he asked to the room, not directing the question to anyone in particular.
“Javed, you should get dressed and leave with him,” Moin spoke, ignoring Rory altogether. “We have two deals lined up for tomorrow morning, and you had promised them to be there.”
“Let’s cancel the meetings,” Javed retorted, looking lustfully at the woman who was sipping her tea with closed eyes. “They aren’t going anywhere.”
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