Chapter 3 // She is sucking

Diya's Pov

"Laila!!!! What are you doing here!!??"

Rupali exclaimed in joy.

I laughed at her excitement face.

She hugged me tightly.

This feels like old days.

"Won't you invite me inside?"

I asked her.

"No. Because now you are sarpanch ji's wife and you have forgotten me."

She faked her anger.

"Okay then. I will leave with your favourite gulab jamun I brought for you."

I pouted.

"Heyyyyyy!!!"

She snatched the bag from my hands.

"Careful Rupali! They are hot." I warned her

"Come come"

She said while her mouth was full of big gulab jamun.

I chuckled and entered inside.

This morning I asked Siddhant ji to drop me off to my long lost friend.

He dropped me here and promised to take me back in afternoon.

Last night I heard him call her name.

My past name.

Laila.

A strip dancer, with chubby body. A odd one out between lean women of brothel.

I had great passion for dance. I wanted to learn. Being alcoholic my father denied.

So I heard about a lady in brothel, who did lap dance and kathak also.

So, I asked her to teach me. She was emotional because for the first time someone asked her to teach something. So she agreed

I used to go there with a veil during afternoon till evening.

She taught me kathak and lap dance too.

I used to remain there in brothel only.

I never danced for anyone though.

And everyone called me Laila there.

Yes, I was Laila.

To hide my real identity brothel women called me Laila.

No one else knew about it.

But then how... How Siddhant ji moaned my name last night!!?

That landed me to Rupali. She was my only friend there.

"So? How come you want to me , his highness?"

She said being dramatic.

"I wanted to know something.

I said.

"Yes, go ahead.... Mrs.Thakur." she teased.

I blushed at remark .

"Um...does anyone outside brothel knew my given name?"

I asked.

Her demeanour got protective.

"No. I never told anyone. Why? Did someone happen? You are okay na?"

She cupped my cheeks in

tension.

"Yes, I am fine. But.... actually... Siddhant ji knows about my given name."

I admitted.

She gasped in shock.

"Did he beat you? Tell me!!? Do you want to run away!!? I will help you-"

She said without a pause.

"No rupali rupali rupali!!!! I am okay. It's just, I don't know. I hid my past in fear that he will treate as untouchable and degrade me but he don't. Why!!?"

I asked with frustration.

"Here drink water." She offered.

I drank.

"I think he is in love."

She said and I choked on water.

I coughed badly.

"Oh ho careful."

She patted my back

Love?

I know he have passion, lust, desire, compassion, possessive ness for me .

But love?

I don't know.

"Hmmm...if he knows you name that means he have seen you in brothel."

She said.

Her finger on chin with eyes upwards in thought ful look.

In brothel?

But then why don't he hate me?

"Ohh yess!" She jumped suddenly.

"I remember now!!!"

She jumped on her seat with smile.

"There was this party for celebration of opening of new brothel in our one. I remembered it very clearly, we both were their!! We were drunk by mistake and we danced Laila!!"

She gave me the reality check.

Oh yes. She was right. I was drunk by mistake we drank alcohol.

We danced too.

It means he was there.

He saw me.

"You are right."

I said in a daze

"Hey! It's okay. I think you should talk to him. Looking at your healthy glow, it seems he is a good man for you."

She calmed me down.

"Ask him. Okay? Don't let a good man like him flow away. Okay?"

She said and I hugged in thankfulness.

"Now tell me about you. How are you?"

I asked changing the topic.

"What about me? Just handling my abusive husband and feeding our child."

Her smile fell.

"I am sorry. Do you want to run?"

I asked in a whisper.

"No. I love my child. He is my life. I don't care about anything else."

She shook her head remembering her child.

"Where is he?"

I asked about his son

"He went to school. I will made him meet soon."

She smiled again thankfully.

We gossiped about brothel women more.

A few hours went by.

A horn broke our personal time.

I stood up to go.

"I will meet you soon. Okay?" I hugged her

"Yes my Laila. And don't forget about your dream of dance class. Ask him!!!! Okay?"

She forced with a grin.

I chuckled and nodded.

She dropped me til gate.

I saw my dashing husband with black shades on his eyes.

Rupali said her greetings. He nodded.

Taking my hands, he made me descend the three stairs.

Rupali gave me teasing look.

He made me settle in car and I bid my good bye to Rupali through window.

"Khush lag rahi ho. Acha laga Jake?"

He asked breaking silence in his Range Rover.

He owned the most expensive car in our village.

"Haan. Acha laga." I replied with a smile.

"Hmmm...ab mere lund ko bhi acha lagwa doh."

He commented.

I got goosebumps on my arm.

"Ji?"

I stuttered.

"Kapde utar."

He ordered.

"Par gaadi mei-?"

I asked but interrupted by a harsh on my boobs.

"Jitna kahan utna kar."

He said with dark eyes.

I removed my dupatta, he took it and wore around his neck.

The red dupatta contrasted well around his white kurta.

I removed my kurti and then salwar.

He threw them on back seat.

"Paer khol dono apne. Teri chut dikhni chahiye iss sheeshe me"

He took my right leg and placed on his thigh.

(Accident ke baare mei bhul jaao. Fictional hai yeh.)

He adjusted the front mirror.

I opened my leg by placing it on dashboard.

Cold air touched my bare pussy. I jolted with a spank.

"Meri pyari randi chut ko aaj mai gaadi mei maarunga."

He cooed rubbing my vagina roughly.

I moaned being aroused.

It was dirty but so good.

Anyone could see me naked and it was thrilling.

"Dekho toh jara randi ki tarah chut geeli kar rahi hai apni."

He said gripping my scalp hair.

I hummed with pleasure.

He left my hair and starting rubbing my clit in circle.

I held his arm, feeling too much pleasure.

"Ye bade bade chuche daba apne. Dudh nikal inse." He ordered.

Rubbing sound of my sleek wet core resonated.

I moulded my tits harshly and pinched nipples to make milk drip.

"Wah itni achi randi hai meri. Apne sarpanch ke liye taange kholti hai humsha."

Spank.

Moan.

"Humsha choti chut ko chudwane ke liye tayar rheti hai. Kitni geeli rheti hai tu hah!!!"

Spank. Hard.

Moan

"Nikal aur awaaz ek dum randi ki tarah."

Spank.

Moan.

Rub.

"Mai jhadne wali hu."

I warned.

"Ohh mera pyaara bacha jhadne wala hai. Nikal Sara paani fir iss chut se."

Spank.

Rub.

"Kitni chut laal kar dunga lund se chod chod ke agar ache se nahi jhadu tu toh!!!"

His hard rubbed harder.

My legs quavered and raised in air.

Eyes rolled back and moaning his name I released.

"Bas meri randi esse hi.

Dekho toh jara pura haath geela kar dia tere chut ke paani ne mera."

He chuckled.

"Shhh... Aaram se saas le lo." He said taking his hand way.

I looked at me with heavy eyes, licking my wetness off his fingers.

"Bhot meetha hai tera paani. Bikul teri tarah."

He winked at me and I chuckled with red hues on cheeks.

His carefree and dirty side are reserved for me. I know it.

"Ji aap....?"

I asked eying his hardening length inside.

He chuckled again.

"Tu muh mei legi kya? Mai Ghar jaake chod lunga Teri chut, tu so jaa."

He said.

But I had other plans.

I placed my hands on his length.

He hissed.

"Kya kar rahi hai!? Rhne de, tera muh dard karega.

Diya...ohhh"

He warned but I pressed it hard making him moan.

"Saali, pura ka pura daal dunga tere muh mei ab."

He got turned on.

"Khol mere kapde. Aur ghutno par baith seat par."

He ordered and I obliged.

I wanted to make him feel good.

My ass faced window of my side and face down on his lap.

His hand reached from my head to back then to my ass.

He spanked me two to three times while I removed his clothes, not fully but enough to take his length out.

As I gripped his naked hard length, he pushed his two thick fingers in my tight hole.

We both moaned.

I opened my mouth and licked his length.

I teased him with licking only.

"Madarchod!!! Muh ke andar le le usse saali!!!

Teri chut fad dunga agar mujhse pange liye toh."

He said in frustration.

I chuckled looking at him with doe eyes.

"Acha toh mera dar katam ho gaya." He commented.

And then his hand left my pussy hole and pushed my head so suddenly then I cried with tears, choking on his tears.

"Ahhh..." My voice stopped by his huge monstrous cock.

"Ab kar mujhe tang meri pyari randi. Beta baap baap hota hai."

He said and left his grip on my scalp.

I chuckled at his words.

His fingers back into my pussy hole.

"Chal ab ache se chus isse. Sara paani nikal de mere mote lund apne muh mei hi."

He moaned and fucked my pussy harder.

I moved my mouth and pumped his length which couldn't fit in my mouth.

"Itna chota muh leke ghumti hai. Tere muh ko bhi chodna chahiye Roz mujhe."

He commented.

Slurp (sucking sound)

Pump

Slick (sound of wetness from her pussy)

"Saali tere muh mei hi jhadunga mai aaj. Apne Lund ke paani se bhar dunga Tera muh. Ahh."

His voice rasped and groaning.

Slurp.

Slick.

Moan.

After 15 minutes, we were ready to orgasm.

"Mai jhadne wala hu tere muh mei hi."

He warned.

"Meri pyari randi ko aaj mere lund ka paani milega. Bhot garmi thi na tere muh mei le bhuja le mere lund ke paani se iski pyaas."

"Madarchod!!!! Sara paani pii!! Le boond bhi nhi gir ga chahiye.

Tu bhi nikal apna chut ka pani randi ki tarah."

We both released our hot liquid with his last dirty comment.

His white hot semen turned my throat salty and lips sticky.

I placed my head on his lap, too tired.

He had stopped the car outside our haveli.

He smiled when I looked at him from down. His eyes still lusty and shook from orgasm.

He ducked down and placed kiss on my head.

That's the only thing I remembered before falling asleep.