The Promotion - Chapter 21 - The Training - Part 2 of 2 - "Eye of the Storm"

 

The Promotion - Chapter 21 - The Training - Part 2 of 2 

"Eye of the Storm"

P.S :  Apologies for this  'LONG' update after a lengthy delay. I loved writing this episode, thoroughly. But a Disclaimer: There may be parts of it which you may find disagreeable or not to your liking - if so, it's your choice, but please do not blast me back in the comments. 

After receiving such a ‘thorough’ first-aid, that was truly and quite literally ‘heart-warming’ (if having my tits groped under the shirt can be called that!! ), I took position again, laying flat on the ground - waiting for his instructions. All his playfulness gone now suddenly, he came closer and adjusted the way I was holding the gun, giving me a proper lecture of how the small correction in positioning myself and pressing the would help me prevent serious recoil shoulder injuries.

Just to make sure I got it right, as I lay on the ground facing the target with the rifle on the mount, he squatted next to me and grabbed at the end of the rifle, instructing, ‘The Butt of the rifle should be positioned flush against your shoulder’ slipping his hand around it to check and ensure. ‘Yes, this is perfect so the butt pushes back just below your shoulder bone at recoil’ , I nodded ‘Yes sir! understood’ and pausing a bit, sliding the same hand back, ‘and this Butt should be pressed down fully to the ground!’ ignoring my squeal as he all of a sudden pinched the fleshy half-moon of my right butt-cheek and pressed me down so my hips are fully pressing down.

As I groaned, half-complaining, ‘Sir Pleaaa….sseeee..’ again ignoring me he started pulling my shirt out of the trouser from behind, as I brought my left hand back out of reflex, he yelled at me, ‘Hands in position!!! Don’t pull your face away from the scope. Focus on the target through the cross hairs!! ’ . I immediately obeyed with a ‘Ssssiirrr!!’ ‘Am dead serious officer’ as he shouted, his hand slipped under my shirt as his fingers ran along my bare spine causing me shivers. Completely oblivious to it ( or so it seemed) he shouted pressing me down further to the ground.

As his fingers pushed me down at the spine, he shouted, ‘Here, push yourself down to the ground from HERE!!! get both your hips pushed and aligned fully to the ground so your lower body is FIRMLY planted to the ground!!!’ Focussing to his instructions while he is so freely fingering and fiddling with me at the same time has been a huge challenge. Thank goodness he was behind me as I was biting my lips and my face all screwed and contorted as sitting up close to me now, his right hand that was pushing my spine decided to stay there under my shirt gently rubbing me and feeling me up, slipping just under the trouser, a couple of his fingers feeling up my panty elastic and as his index and middle fingers within seconds slipping under the panty, getting the first feel of the tip of my bare butt-crack as he spoke, ignoring my squirms and jerks in response, his voice a bit milder, but with the same stern tone, ‘Stay STILL! absolutely still! you need to feel ONE with the ground and surrounding. Planting yourself as firmly as possible to the ground is the first step. Snipers are are a very rare breed and don’t lose their focus that easily’
as he spoke, his fingers made good inroads and began feeling the tip of my butt-crack!

Eyes shut tightly and clenching my butt cheeks in response, trying very very hard not to jerk or squirm, I squealed - ‘Yess….ss Siirrr.. understood sir’ cursing my new trousers that I collected from the tailor previous week which I am wearing now. Its been a bit loose at the hips but fitting well elsewhere, which is not helping at all now. Despite the belt securely fastened, its giving my naughty instructor, AMPLE access to slip his hand right inside my trouser!!!

He sat leaning next on to my left, with his right hand still slipped inside my trouser, two of his fingers already under the panty elastic, slipping down to my butt crack, sensing me all tense up and clench the butt cheeks, gently caressed along the crack, not in ANY sort of rush - enjoying the lovely view of my clenched butt cheeks in trousers with the impression of his gently wiggling fingers under my trouser. He ADMIRED the view for a few seconds licking his lips with deliberation!! “The view” of my butt-clenched so tightly, with the trousers ridding up well into the crack was enough for him to build a raging hard-on as he watched in silence listening to my quick nervous breaths. Transfixed to the sights and sensations he mumbled to himself ‘You Delicious thing!!!’ licking his lips with a big smile as his fingers under my panty felt the gentle tremble!!

He leaned forward closer to my face and breathing on to me, whispering in my ear, ‘Keeping yourself absolutely still dear and blending yourself with the surroundings, focussing on to the centre of the target and Nothing else,’ as he said ‘nothing else’ his hand slipped further down fully inside my panty, as I let out a loud whimper ‘Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr’ which turned out to be a mix of squeal and wail as I couldn’t figure out at that exact moment whether to get angry or get up risk disobeying him and end up losing it all or bite the bullet and grit it out… My lame response was clearly betraying my confused mindset as I felt at that very moment ALL his fingers of his right hand all over my bare buttocks, the tightly clenched butt cheeks, gently rubbing and feeling me up as he leaned further to enjoy my predicament. I clearly couldn’t see the big grin forming on his face as he watched me whimper with my eyes tightly shut, still facing towards the target biting my lips as it felt so weird being ‘felt up’ and so casually violated like that!!!

All I could do was shake my head to register my disapproval, calling out ‘siirrrr.. ppp..llss…’ again in a low whisper as I felt his index finger purposefully trace along my butt crack all the way up and down! Unable to control anymore, i shuddered ! Finally I managed to form words, ‘Sir please … your hand…. pleasee..’ Leaning much closer to my face he chuckled and said, ‘Open your eyes! Can you see those bunch of sticks to your right on the floor’ I saw them and nodded ‘yes sir’ questioningly, as I felt my right buttock squeezed nicely! ‘Relax Vandana, you are too tense. these sticks are meant to target the jawans backsides if they are spotted not in position and had their hips not firmly on the ground. Now obviosuly I don’t want to do that to you. Clear??’ I nodded quickly looking at the sticks again, wide eyed. They aren’t police issue lathi sticks, nevertheless, seem to be custom made ! Seeing them subconsciously made me push my hips more to the ground as I heard him say.

Laughing he muttered in a much more gentle tone now, coming closer to my face, while gently pinching my left butt cheek, ‘Ohww… you are all tensed up dear, relax and loosen up now, can you?’ biting my lips, looking right into his eyes shining with mischief, i nodded and whimpered, ‘Sir.. i’ll try sir’ and forcing some deep breaths I relaxed the clenched up butt cheeks. Just as I suspected, I watched a BIG GRIN form on his face as his hand slipped further down my butt crack and the next instance, I felt his fingers rubbing the tip of my pussy lips from behind. My eyes widening, gritting my teeth, unable to peel my eyes off him, still eye-contact locked, I yelped a ‘SIRRRRRR Pll…eea…assseeee…. Noooooooo… what are you doing?’ and brought my thighs together in reflex, trapping his fingers there, cringing in utter shame as my cheeks burned red in embarrassment.

“Just a bit” was what all that he required and the next instance I found myself ignoring all his instructions and arching my butt up in the air and GASPING looking right into his eyes(!!) as his hand slipped further down between my thighs deep inside the panty as his thumb dug right into my fleshy right thigh, his middle and ring fingers pushed along my pussy lips and with a bit of force slipped right in, feeling the inner wall, right along, making me gasp more as he began wiggling his fingers pushing them deeper inside me!!!

I gasped with my lips parted wide while his fingers took care of parting my lower-lips! He came closer to me again and feeling my hot breath on his chin he kissed my nose gently, still looking right through me and whispered, ‘Ohh dear, seems like you are very WET, even before it started raining’ and chuckled as the rain clouds loomed over us, threatening to pour down any minute!! Never knew kissing the bridge of the nose would feel so wonderful as he planted his laps gently! There are still things I am discovering about myself, while the Major’s fingers were performing their own discoveries, carefully noting and responding to my feedbacks, grunts and gasps to every touch and prod and poke deep inside me!!! In fact, at that moment there was so much discovery going on, put together we were giving the Discovery channel a run for its money!!

While his middle and ring fingers pushed all the way in and gently wiggling inside, just feeling the tightness of where they are now and began scratching the inner wall lazily, I could feel the fingernail rub along - such was the gentleness of his actions! Clearly he observed the increased intensity of my grunts and gasps and encouraged by this, he slipped his index finger forwards and above and on its prowl along my already swollen inner-labia, it my fully hard and enlarged clit, the size of a kidney-bean!! The eroticism that my mind associated to the way how he so unsuspectingly yet nonchalantly ‘owned’ me up and slipped his hand right inside my trousers out in the public place, had in itself made me so wet already. The moment his index finger discovered the clit, he knew he had me for good - seeing how my face contorted instantly as I closed my eyes and grunted, titling my head up.

OH my darling, you are such a pleasure to fool around with! he announced, coming closer to lick my out neck as i had tilted my head up skywards, eyes tightly shut, grimacing, trying to control myself as I let go of the gun now and rested myself on the forearms with my elbows pushing on to the ground, helping me to arch my hips up to better accommodate his hand inside me!! As his index finger gently began moving clockwise around my clit, pressing and scratching around the soft labia at randomly, his long tongue was exactly matching his finger by also drawing clockwise concentric circles on my lower neck! I should have known about this bastard, how much of a casanova he is. He hasn’t even bothered to undress me, I am FULLY dressed, yet I find my bum up in the air, hips gyrating to match up his moves and writhing, jerking, shaking all over and moaning aloud, drowning in pleasure pool, properly!!

The area was completely deserted, so not interrupting my moans, he carried on licking my neck, moving sideways to grab hold of my left earlobe and as his tongue ran along the back of my ear, sensing my body shiver in response, he started rubbing and scratching my clit with his index finger directly while his other two fingers kept wiggling deep inside me. As his fingernail scracted over my clit gently, I jerked and convulsed all over, letting out a guttural, ‘Sssssssssiiiirirrr…rrrr.. rrr…’’ shaking my head, as this is the first time I am feeling this kind of superlative pleasure. He seem to know EXACTLY what triggers me from within and seems to be ‘servicing’ me from ‘my point of view’ taking absolute heed to the subtle responses and signals from my body.

Far behind us I heard a loud thunder clap from the sky, but the sound of the thunder was properly drowned by my own shouts of ‘Siirrr rr..rr…rrr’ and the grunts…. and incoherent moans as I felt his free left hand slipped down and began rubbing my right shoulder and as he carried on licking my ear lobe and the nape of my neck breathing right on to me, his left hand slipped down to gently grab and squeeze my right breast over the uniform. There was nothing extraordinary to that move, but in the context of everything else that was going on, it felt so sensual.

As he groped me, he whispered on to my left ear, ‘Oh what a perfect size dear, lovely pair you got here I tell you!’ and carried on licking the sides of my neck as his left hand slipped on to the floor, under me to get full access to my right breast as he began squeezing them nicely now while his other hand was all too busy carrying on that HOLY TASK of making me shake my hip and dance at his will, as his fingers kept pressing All the right buttons around my pussy lips. Its one thing to discover how sensitive to touch my clit is, but its altogether a different matter on how to use that information and this is where the major excelled truly!!

With all his squeezing and rubbing during the last few moments, with my current state, my nipples instantly became taut! so as he cupped my breast, his left hand index finger pressed along the shirt where the taut nipple became forming an impression and began drawing circle around it clockwise, while at the same time, his tongue drew circles behind my ear while at the SAME TIME his right hand index finger was circling around my clit pushing and rubbing it along, gently poking along the way. I screamed aloud, SIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR … plllssssee.. .AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH,…. as it was way too complex for my brain to process the different pleasure signals all assaulting my senses at the same time. My shudders and jittters all thrrough me were just enough to give him all the feedbacks he needed and very soon he sensed the build up of an ‘Urgency’ in my gasps and a marked increase in intensity of my breaths, screams, moans and gasps. I had never had such a joy-ride ever in my life and while its true a few days back I thought nothing could beat Panda’s magical hands, now Major’s on a league of his own!! I felt something primordially intense build up from deep within !! But just as I was welling up from within, preparing to explode the action stopped ABRUPTLY!!! All too sudden.

God knows how long I’d had my yes shut and head cocked up to face the sky, but as all of his moves stopped abruptly, just while I was building towards a rocking climax, perhaps the best of my life, it all stopped. Confused i opened my eyes to look at him, ‘Siirrrrr?’ as he slowly recoiled his left hand that was squeezing my tits from under me. with a smile he pointed a finger up towards the sky and with the smile intact, he pulled his fingers from deep inside me and before pulling the hand out gave my pussy lips a Good squeeze making me jump out, and as his fingers strayed there, he sensed the smoothness and remarked with raised brows - ‘wow, I appreciate girls that take time to take care of themselves. Clean shaven are you? very nice’ with that he pulled his hand out … on purpose… taking time, dragging it along my butt crevice, rubbing my own juices and wetness on his fingers down on the crack, enjoyed seeing me squirm and as he took his hand out of me finally, rubbing his fingers dry at the edge of the shirt, ‘We should at least do 2 rounds of firing before it rains Vandana. so get to position again dear!’

Still huffing and puffing, head’s all confused, felt like my whole world came down crashing, I slowly nodded even as i lowered my hips pressing them firmly to the ground and followed other series of instructions i’d been told, watching him grab a handful of dirt and throw it up in the air and announcing, ‘watch carefully, there is a strong northerly wind.. see the direction of the dust. so you need to make a correction of up to 1 stop to your left to counteract, if you want to hit the bulls-eye’ as he took the monocular to look at the target getting ready. ‘Go for it Vandana. remember, take deep breaths and squeeze the trigger, not press, gently, between your breaths so that you are as still as possible. Considering the level of fingering you received now, it will be difficult, but take your time to compose yourself and do it right’

I nodded shouting ‘YES SIR’, biting my lips how he referred to what he did to me just now, so openly, and so casually and tried to put it off my head as I focussed on hitting the mark. I took the time and in fact much longer than i would have required to, but fully zoned in, finally as i squeezed the trigger from the mounted rifle in front of me, my whole body absolutely still, my eyes locked on to the target through the cross wires of the scope, I knew it at that very moment, I did it . Not only did it hit the target but pierced right through the absolute middle of the bulls eye. At that very instance it became crystal clear, THIS is what I want to be doing!! its as if I found my calling as I watched the scope still in disbelief, speechless! I was brought back to senses as a loud slap landed on my butt cheeks as I let out a reflexive yelp, ‘Awwww Sirr’ Pinching my back and slapping me again, ‘Now THAT’s how to do it. Well done girl, NOW shift quickly to point to the target two and get on with it. Its gong to pour down any minute!’ he barked.

‘SIRRR! ’ with a renewed set of urgency i shift the rifle mount to point to the next target and got in position while he announced, throwing the dirt up in the air, ‘hmm… seems like the windspeed’s more. make 2 stops correction’, Nodding, making the adjustments, I went through the motions and fired again and hit the second target as well and received another stinging slap behind, as a reward. Just in case if I was not sure of it, after hitting the target the second time, it became absolutely clear that this is my thing.

With a sudden practiced ease, I cleared the remaining targets too, all 5 of them, not missing even one, with zero degree of error. He announced, ‘Well, well Vandana! I am so proud of you, of course! Never seen someone do a 5/5 in the first go with so much confidence and aplomb. But we are Just in time for the next round with added challenge, as he pointed to the drop of water on my shirt from the sky.’ even as I mumbled ‘Thank you sir’ feeling truly happy, re-playing the slow deliberate moves that I was doing while hitting the targets, over and over within my head.

He stood up, signalling me to get up too, ‘We are ,moving to the next post, to aim for the next set of targets. These should be 700m away. Not only the rain, but also the distance. pick up the rifle mount and all the gear, lets go.’ ‘YES SIR, sure sir!’ As I got up with a sense of urgency with all the gear in my hands, he picked up one of those Lathi sticks laying around on the floor and swatted my buttocks, with not any particular force, as I complained with a grin. ‘AWWW…what was that for sir?’ as I carried on walking. ‘HA ha.. just to show you what you missed or in fact, escaped from, in the place of my fingers it would have been this that would have directed you in position’ he said chuckling as he walked along and giving me another swat … slightly harder now, ignoring my yelp, ‘Normally I will not give you the luxury to walk from one post to another like this. As part of being a sniper, You should become an expert in fast crawling, but I let you off today.’

I nodded along as we reached the second post and this one was steeper and muddier than the one earlier with loose red soil all over the ground as I lay in position. Immediately, I could see the targets further away as I positioned the rifle mount towards the targets. He announced, ‘Yes we have 5 of them at 700m and 3 more at a KM away, handing the monocular to me, as I took position. As I watched and nodded and began repeating his move earlier to check the windspeed, grabbing a handful of soil, and noticed the same pattern as before, he announced, ‘Oh right inside the gear you carried over, check for the small metering device. It shows the exact windspeed.’ I nodded and as i pulled it out he gave a quick demo and showed me suggestions on how many stops to correct based on how much windspeed and added finally, ‘oh it just becomes an imprecise science with rain, but generally adding an additional small measure of correction is safe bet, you see’ as the rain drops started falling on to us properly.

With a renewed urgency now, I got on to position and quickly went through the motions and added the corrections as necessary and went for the first target of 700m ignoring the cold big rain drops zoning them out fully. ‘BINGO!!!!! the major shouted as I squeezed the trigger and the bullet pierced through the bulls-eye a full second later, as usual giving my bum a good squeeze. Feeling a burning Adrenalin all through me, ignoring him, his hand on my butt, the falling ran, as if a lady possessed , I shuffled around and mechanically checked for the new wind readings and as I aimed and breathed, totally relaxing myself, i could feel major’s hand on my back, but zoning it out, making sure I am part of it, just like the ground and other things, being one with it… ignoring his subtle movements and his fingers rubbing along my crack, the rain drops falling right on to my face and the water running along my wet brows, all of it …and JUST focussing on the target 2 , taking deep breaths and finding just the right gap between the breaths and squeezed the trigger.

After a full second, as we both watch the bullet splatter through the middle of the bulls-eye through lashing rain, I heard him say ‘OH MY GODDDDD’ as he slipped his hand further down my back and giving my pussy an careless squeeze over the trouser, dropping the monocular to the side, patting my shoulder to signal me to get up.

Now zoned back in to senses, i squirmed as I felt him squeeze my pubes over the trouser as I casually pulled away from his hand as I got up..’SIR?’ as I sat up, he quickly gave me a bear hug, wasting no time, ignoring the fact that my front body was fully covered in the red dirt. ‘OH VANDANA, THAT WAS TRULY SPECTACULAR, GIRL!! I have been training for so long now. I have never seen anyone execute that so flawlessly, with that total zen calmness, ignoring the rain and not to mention, the 5 more distractions behind you (raising his hand up showing his fingers with a laughter.. )’ and enjoyed my muted response with a shy smile, ‘Thank you sir. I am loving it too’ I nodded. ‘Alright then, finish up the remaining targets and we get back soon. This damn rain’s getting wet. go on. I promise i will TRY to keep my hands off you’ he said with a big grin.

I nodded and got to position and with him monitoring and guiding me with just the subtle suggestions when I read out the readings before i took each of the remaining 3 targets for 600ms, I managed to hit the mark on ALL of them. It felt TERRIFIC. It was like the totally best feeling in the world. The recoil of the rifle due to bad positioning, causing me shoulder pain, now seem like ages ago, although it was only in the last hour.

I looked at him for permission to go for the last 3 targets for 650m. He nodded with a thumbs up, as the splattering noise was so loud over the rain that we could hardly hear each other. As quickly as possible I took positions, COMPLETELY drenched over with the dress sticking to my body through and through, but zoning all of it out, I took my time and prepared myself. This was truly an added level of challenge since the visibility dropped significantly too, due to the amount of ground spray the splattering rain was causing. I took twice as long this time and finally squeezed the trigger with a lot of approximations, and corrections added to the mix. I was unsure if it would have been successfully as I watched in the scope. A couple of seconds later, the stinging SLAP on my buttocks made me sigh in relief and also EUPHORIC as I heard him shout, ‘THAT WAS Quite a shot right there dear!! This shot alone, will deserve a letter of commendation from me to Major Arun!! These will open doors for you dear, YOU ARE SPECIAL. NO DOUBT’ he spoke as his palm carelessly was rubbing my bare butt cheek over the trousers sticking to it, as the panty rode into the crack…

‘Lets do one more and leave yes?’ he announced, asking me to take on the farthest target to the right. This one was the most difficult of the lot with a tree’s overhanging branch was partially obscuring the plain view in sight as well. ‘Take your time, this is extraordinary level of challenge’ he said. I took a full 10 minutes, adjusting and readjusting things, aiming, then stopping, starting all over, as I concurred with him that this was mind bending level of difficulty to get a proper view with all the challenges. The only saving grace was that its a stationary target. After what seem like forever, I finally gave it a go and squeezed the trigger and this time, as soon as the bullet left I knew it would make it. Even before he called out, this time I shouted a YESSSSSSSS and soon it was accompanied by an OOOOUCCH SIRR and a grin as I received the most stinging slap of the day yet with both my butt cheeks clenching tightly in response! I got up quickly, with the front of me the uniform fully coated in red with mud, borrowed his monoculor to look at my work of art again with full of pride!!

As I looked at it, thoroughly drenched from head to toe, a wave of achievement washed through me, just as the target momentarily brighten up in the backdrop of a big lightning… the Major came behind me, slipped his hands from behind under my shirt as its tucks had been out of trousers for a while now and letting his hands to the sides as I sizzled feeling the coldness of his hands on my bare waist under the shirt but gently leaning back on to him, consumed in ‘that moment’ feeling his hands circle me to the front and as his fingers wrapped around and over my navel, he started gently forming circles around the rim as he whispered in my ear from behind.’YOU were simply magnificent there Vandana’ as he said that he slipped his index finger gently into my navel. I leaned now fully on to him, letting out a gasp, closed my eyes resting the back of my head on his broad shoulders, feeling his wet fingers gently slip in and out of navel, poking and playing with it. Holding his hand over my shirt, but not exactly stopping his moves under my wet shirt, I mumbled a ‘ Thank you sir!’ but unable to finish it fully, I moaned aloud and stood on my tip toes, pushing myself against him, holding his hand tighter as his index finger began poking my navel deep!!! Feeling the familiar stir from within me build up instantly as his navel play intensified, I GASPED and splurted, standing in tip toes, gyrating my hips and pressing my butts unintentionally against his hip, feeling his boner press against my wet bum!!

Just as I was building up from within eyes deeply shut, again, breathing deeper and gasping at ‘his’ will, he stopped his moves and whispered. ‘Oh Darn, you really are a livewire Vandana, really charged up from head to toe, hyper sensitive all over. You’re any man’s dream’ he said releasing me slowly pulling his hand out. ‘Just discovering how responsive you are here!’ he said with a grin, poking my belly over the shirt. With a shy grin, slapped his hand away promptly this time, but loaded with the frustration at how for the second time the mounting feelings from within, had been arrested abruptly, because he pulled out from me.

Come on, lets go, else we’d look like the movie stars dancing in rain, only this one is horribly real. lets get inside’ he siad with a chuckle and started walking back. I followed him, lugging the gear, soon, biting my lips, looking around and turning back to look at the targets one last time and smiled at the sight, filled with accomplishment again, putting away the frustration behind. The next few moments went in a blurr as we could hardly hear ourselved over the thunder claps as we rushed back to deposit the weapons and jogged back to his cottage in the lashing rain.

As we headed inside, he threw a towel at me and headed straight to the shower, shouting, ‘make yourself comfy, be out in a jiffy’. As he went in, I dried my face and hands and careful not to make a mess of his place, picked up my phone and listened to the voicemail after 2 missed calls from Madhavan Uncle. The message was that due to the storm, the ministerial trip to the resort that evening’ has been postponed by 3 days. I read that with mixed feelings - partly releived that I didn’t have to do the long bike ride back in that torrential rain immediately, but was disappointed too, that my first assignment has been postponed. Just then he stepped out of the shower already dressed in a robe and smiled at me, ‘What’s the news Vandana?’ looking at me with the phone in the hand. ‘Your assignement is postponed?’ he asked casually.

I looked at him surprised and wide-eyed!, ‘How did you know that Sir?’ He grinned and in a casual tone replied, ‘Oh its just a logical guess. No policitian would want to travel in this weather unless its mandatory. A trip top the resort for some nonsense discussions seemed like non-critical to me’ he shrugged as he went inside his bed room and came back with a fresh towel and a T-shirt and what looked like a floral patterned skirt and said in a matter of fact way, ‘Here put these on after your shower, don’t ruin my place. That sentry’s wife comes only once a week to clean this place. I can’t deal with it myself.’ As he thrust the clothes and the towel in my hand, looking at the puzzled expression on my face, ‘Oh, use your deduction girl a bit! These are my daughter’s. quite old as you can see clearly. we have plenty of time to talk, but go now! You are dripping all over the floor’ he added with a slap to my back.

I nodded quickly collecting the clothes and putting my phone away and whispered, ‘yes sir’ and rushed to the bathroom. On my way I heard him from behind, ‘Dump all your dress in the spare bucket and rinse the mud off OK? Lets put them in the washer-drier once you’re out, they will be ready and dry in a couple of hours for you to put them back on. Shouting ‘YES SIR’ I locked the door and quickly stripped myself off and did as told, rinsing thoroughly my muddy uniform and got in the shower. As the hot water hit my face, just then I realized how tired and completely worn out I had been. Soon, I lost track of time as I stood under the hot water, washing my tiredness off, relaxing and enjoying. It must have taken a while, when I shut the shower finally, still hearing the thunders in the background and seeing flashes of lightning periodically in the bathroom ventilator as I stepped out and fetched the big towel to dry myself. Feeling rejuvenated and normal after drying myself, looking myself at the fogged up old mirror in the bathroom, mused with a confused grin as the thought came to me ‘what the hell am I doing naked in the Major’s bathroom, like this!!!’ With a shake of the head, I pullled on the T-shirt and the skirt on. Thankfully the full-length maxi skirt reaching down to my ankles was elasticated and fit around my hips comfy, while the T-shirt was was several sizes loose too with baggy sleeves that were wide enough to fit 3 of my arms in one sleeve!. Thankfully It wasn’t some silly croptop, but loosely hung all the way down to below elastic waist band of the skirt. Feeling the sensation of the cool air caressing my bare belly and underboobs freely from under the loose T-shirt, I quickly tried tucking the T-shirt in, but it only made my tits push out even more as I looked in the mirror. Muttering FUCKKK, I pulled the tucks out quickly, but hiked the skirt several inches above my navel, which somehow increased the feel of dignity in my mind, strangely.

Given the circumstances, I was none-too-shabby at all. One last look in the still-fogged up mirror presented my poking nipples in the bright yellow T-shirt, quite legible through the prints of the big stupid caption in bright blue that read - ‘D’ licious Bunnies - right across my big tits with the pokies pushing out through the ‘D’ and the ‘O’ of the D’licious with ‘Bunnies’ filling out my unbder bust and midriff!! Contrastingly, the dark-green coloured free-flowing full length skirt with its white floral pattern, proudly accentuated my wide hips and curves! Grinning at the sillyness of the dress, feeling quite self-conscious, I slowly opened the door with my arm across the chest.

He was already sitting at the dining table, dressed in a T shirt and bermuda shorts, ready with 2 hot bowls of Maggi noodles on the table! The sight of it reminded me how hungry I’d been! Just then he lodged the casual complaint - ‘ you took an eternity in there Vandana! By the looks of it, you enjoyed the well deserved hot shower? enough time for me to complete the cooking! Now hurry up and stuff your wet clothes in the drier there and join me before the meal goes cold!’

‘Ah yes, sure sir! just a minute.’, snapping out of my own world, I turned around and rushed with the bucket to the dryer and as I was dumping the clothes facing away from the Major, bent down, legs spread wide, he walked behind me quickly, ’Oh l’ll help with the switches’ and even as I responded a ‘Thank you sir’ I felt his hand slide up my butt crack rubbing along the bunched up skirt at the butt-crack . I let out a loud shriek as I felt his fingers rubbing my pussy directly over the thin skirt!! My shriek of a ‘SIRRRRRRR’ echoed back from inside the dryer as I was just dumping the last of my clothes, my trouser, into it and stood up, holding his hand, ‘SIR PLEASE!!!!!!’ with my eyes blatantly a showed a mix of shock, shame, embarrassment and protest (and not anger, strangely) at this unexpected violation.

‘SIR PLEASE DONT’ I protested, bringing my hands behind to hold his hand which was still buried into me from behind with that loose skirt now generously pushed into my butt crack as I stood facing him, squirming, trying to push his hand off my behind, feeling a couple of fingers rubbing my pussy lips. He was grinning wide and said apolegetically, ‘ Am so sorry Vandana, that sight of you bent over sticking your bum out was irresistible!! Tell me honestly, are you not enjoying this too? not even one bit?’ He spoke casually while fingering my pussy still, he looked to his left to flip the switch of the dryer, turning the dials to the right program setting, ignoring my squirm.

As the dryer started with a loud rumble, he called out again , ‘Tell me Vandana? do you not like it one bit?’, I shook my head as my cheeks turned crimson red in embarrassment of being so casually fingered at will! ‘ SIR its not that sir… its so.. Awkward sir..’ and mid sentence I jumped and let out a shriek as even through my legs clamped together, he managed to push and poke my pussy with his middle finger right then, ‘Si…iirrrrr…. pl.. hh hhe.e.eeaassee’ I brought both my hands behind me to hold his hand, shaking all over, in utter embarrassment, pleading him to stop.

While his right hand was doing that thorough job of taking care of me from behind, as I stood to his side, dancing at his will, he reached out and gave my tits a good squeeze with his left hand laughing aloud announcing, ‘D’licious Indeed Vandana, these are heavenly’ . I screamed in response, through an embarrasssed high pitched laughter, protesting aloud, ‘SIR PLEASE NO… DONT’ as my head was spinning crazy faster than the dryer near by.

He came closer and with both his hands still intact where they were, doing what they were doing sublimely (!) planted a kiss on my left cheek, ignoring my shuffling and jerking, as his left hand did a proper job of feeling up the letters ‘D licious’ while doing so and whispered, ‘Oh Vandana, I repeat, you ARE a live wire! Absolutely Love your reactions to being fingered. Uff!’ and with a grin he quickly planted his lips on to mine, feeling the hot breath from my gasps as his thumb was properly digging up my butt-crack during the kiss. He added in a whisper, pulling off his hands, ‘Alright, I’ll let you Vandana only because the food’s getting cold No promises that I can keep my hands off you!’ as I gasped and nodded slightly I felt his hands move away from me to my relief.

As he removed his right hand he also courteously gace a tug to pull out the ‘properly bunched up’ skirt up my butt crack with a chuckle as I pushed his hand away annoyed and embarrassed, protesting ‘Sirrrr… St..oooo….pppp’. Patting my butt cheeks with a gentle rub over the skirt, feeling their nakedness ‘come lets go eat vandana’ and walked to the dining table along with me, not making any effort to move his hands off. As I walked along, with a nod, losing count on how many times I did this before, pushed his hand off my back yet again, as he whispered ‘Oh you look so gloriously beautiful dear when your cheeks are so lovely crimson red! ’ I blushed in response to that with a shy smile and shake of my head outwardly disapproving, but inside, glowing all over, at his attention on me, truly. ‘AH, here is something to match those lovely Red cheeks!’ he pulled out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet next to the dining table and showed it to me, beaming with pride, putting up an over dramatic gesture with his hands and adding a mock-bow, politely asked me to be seated.

I giggled at the silliness of it all as I sat, ‘what is this sir? some formal candle light dinner?’ As I laughed, he gave that a serious thought and added, ‘we could do that Vandana, not a bad idea, but you are so good in blowing off candles, it would be a waste of time! you see. ‘ and we both laughed aloud at that silly joke. The sexual tension that was looming in the air was at least momentarily broken. As we sat, he pointed me towards the shelf on the other side, ‘Why don’t you be a doll and fetch 2 glasses please from there?’ I nodded and walked away to fetch the glasses, as I returned, he had both his hands pointing up at the sky and head titled up eyes closed looking at the sky too, as if on serious prayer. Placing the glasses on the table, seated, at first unsure if its a ritual that he follows before starting to eat, waited for him to finish. When he looked down back at me with a smile, a few moments later, ‘What was that sir? You pray to almighty before eating regularly?’

He winked and opened the bottle of wine and as he was filling the glasses, ‘Oh prayer it was, for sure, but I was praying to offer my gratitude to the powers above, for granting me such a memorable view of your wobbling panty-free butt cheeks in that lovely skirt, as you just walked up to the cabinet! A sight to behold, truly!!’

Stunned as I took that all in, cringing in shame, shrieked back with an embarrassed laughter, ‘CHEEEE … SIRRR , Come on !!! you don’t have to Objectify me SO BADLY!!!’ I said, blushing again. Chuckling, he raised the glass to toast, ‘To those Red cheeks, Beauty globes and amazing views!!!!!’ Blushing still shaking my head in disapproaval I refused to clink at first, but as he egged me on with a ‘Come on, be a sport’ unable to contain any longer, I too blurted out laughing, raised my glass ‘and to the Best yet Naughtiest Teacher in the world!’ and clinked his glass. The wine tasted divine, as I sipped a bit of it and pulled the bottle closer to check and it was from South Africa. As I was scanning the bottle, he added helpfully, ‘I love Cabernet Sauvignon! Just the right amount of sourness and dryness to the palette. I nodded appreciatively, and wondered about how it elevated the dining experience of a simple Maggi, as the still-warm noodles tasted many times nicer than it usually would.

The next few minutes went in silence as we were both ravenously hungry and focussed on finishing up our bowls of noodles. With the tummy full and a glass of wine almost done, the ‘just right’ feeling hit my head as I announced with a satisfied smile, ‘Oh this was heavenly sir. Thank you!’ He nodded sipping the last of it from his glass with a smile, ‘Ohh. Do you agree dear? doing good things in this world will guarantee us Heaven?’ I nodded back to him with a confused smile , ‘Yes sure for sure, why do you ask? ’ , With the same serious face he carried on pointing to mny tits with his finger casually, ‘In that case I need to free up those trapped Bunnies in there. Even you can’t deny that it opens the doorway to heaven!!’

I saw him with my mouth agape in shock, then slapping off his index finger that was looming close to my chest away, ‘OHHH COME ON SIR, there seems no limit to your innuendos and double entrande!!!! Stop being so naughty!!! ‘ I shrieked at him, cringing, turning red at my cheek yet again. Through his laughter he refilled our glasses and raised the glass to toast yet again, ‘To the Bunny rescue mission’ , I raised the glass too, still beet-red in shame, shaking my head, ‘To the hopelessly naughty college kid’ and winked back at him and as I sipped, he got up and ushered me around to join and walked to the big sofa in the living room. As I followed him and sat there, he went on to the other end of the room and turned on the sound system and a mellow Jazz music played there. He walked back to me and placing his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze, ‘Enjoy the wine dear, I will be back in 5 mins. Just need to send an email’

Off he sat at his desk and opened his laptop and began typing with unwavering focus and happy with his letter, read and re-read it, then signalled me to come over to his office desk at the other corner of the living room. I went up to the desk, placed my half finished glass next to his on the table ‘Yes sir?’ and he pushed his chair back and pointed me to step in front of him to read what’s in the screen. Placing the glass on the table, I walked up to his desk and peered into his laptop asking, ‘What is it sir!?’ He casually pulled me closer to his chair by grabbing me around my waist and said, ‘Read it for yourself and tell me if you agree with my assessment or want it updated?’. I started putting up a protest, ‘Sir.. leave. m..’ but as the first sentence of his memo caught my eyes I leaned closer to the laptop and began reading, ignoring his mischiefs.

That was his official assessment and recommendation of my training today addressed to Major Arun, Minister and the in CC was his PA, Madhavan Uncle. As I began reading his note slowly, standing to his left, he let his hands sprawl along, feeling my sides - his hands caressed along from my hips down to my upper thigh, over the skirt, feeling the skin beneath. As he noticed that I am midway through reading his master piece, he asked me ‘Liking it so far dear?’ with a chuckle, and as I nodded speechless, ‘Yeaahhhhh…..’ almost in a whisper, eyes wide at the screen, he laughed louder, ‘Oh Me too dear!’ saying he slipped his right hand up from my waist, under my T shirt to grab my soft waist while his left hand slipped behind me to grab at my left buttock fully, squeezing the half-moon of my left-buttock and pinching my right waist both at the same-time, he repeated, ‘Me too dear. Loving this a lot!!!’

I gasped and whispered a ‘Thank you sir!! , Truly I mean it. Thank you sir!’ as I read the section where he was expressly recommending me to be put on the fast track pathway for Z class or sniper unit as in his assessment I am wasting my prodigious talents anywhere else. I read that sentence a couple of times more to truly grasp its significance.

While the gravity of his recommendation was sink in me, his hand index finger was sinking inside my navel. While I re-read the sentence a couple of more times to fully grab its significance, his left hand slipped under my T-shirt too and crept along all the way up to grab at my bare tits under the T-shirt. At this moment, I was expressing my prodigious talent in jumping, jerking and shrieking in his hands! The metaphorical “sinking” and “grabbing” were met and matched up well by their literal counterparts!!!

Now, finding it impossible to ignore the ‘distractions’ that my body is screaming my attention for, I caved in finally as his left hand wrapped around my naked left boob fully, squeezing it gently, while his right hand was expertly poking my navel, under my T-shirt, making me go insane. Screaming a ‘SIR NOoo…..ooooww…. hhhaaa..w.. haat.. are you doing… pl..heaase!!!!!! Not fair, your tell me to read and you don’t let me read in peace!……… “hhaaaooowww“ (yelped as I he pinched my left nipple! )’ I fell back on his lap, yelping, as his hands were already BUSY under my T-shirt, trying to find ‘HEAVEN’!!! As I fell on his lap, losing balance, my right hand landed on his stiff long range rifle fully upright pushing up his shorts! Impulsively, my fingers wrapped around it as I grabbed it as if one would a car’s gear stick!

A big sigh from him has what made me realize what it is I’d been doing to him even as I sat on his left thigh, leaning fully on to him. In shock, I pulled back my hand, ‘Oops sorry sir’ even as he planted a kiss on my neck and whispered, ‘really? what for’ and slipping out his hand that was drilling my tummy and grabbed my hand, pulled it back on to his tool, pressed my hand on it. Whhile his other hand that was drawing circles around my nipples just moved sideways to find my managalsutra wedged between my tits and gave it a good tug, adding, ‘You sound as if you have touched something like this for the first time?’ As he kept tugging, ‘I am sure this is not the first one you’re holding dear!’. As he spoke, he gently guided my hand coaxing me to stroke his erection.

Sizzling, I protested, ‘Sir please… no… don’t’ , as he planted another deep kiss on to my neck and in that same raspy tone whispered hoarsely, ‘How about you keep doing that to me down there dear, while I add you to CC in the email and press send? OK? just until then?’ while he spoke, I shuffled around on to his lap, not because I liked to do that but precisely because my left nipple was getting expertly scratched!! Swallowing hard, I found myself nodding along, amidst gasps, unable to take much more of my nipple flicks, leaning back on to him closing any gap between us. Unable to bear it for much longer I found myself nodding amidst gasps as I felt my cheek brush his as I rested my head on to his and as I felt his fingernail very gently scratch my nipple, heard his whisper, ‘ come on out with it, spell out your email address, and oh yes.. carry on the stroking dear, its ok, just feel it, its only over my shorts’ and chuckled, looking down to confirm am carrying on his ‘command’.

As I managed to mutter my contact email through huffs and puffs and shuffles while at the same time feeling the contours of his tool ( the directness of it! pretty sure there was nothing under his shorts, the way it jumped and stretched at my touch, Ufff!), I felt his trimmed moustache brushing along my neck! He was kissing my ears and cheeks while taking his own time, while I spelt every letter of my email, repeating back to me the letters in whisper, enjoying the joy-ride full on!!! By the time I rushed to say dot com, it was competing with the explosiveness of the dot com bubble burst in early 2000s!! Damn, I was literally shaking all over, getting fully worked up and all wet down there, thanks to his incessant nipple play and my own foray down his crotch feeling his erection.

‘Oh this is the best dictation ever, Vandana’ announcing with a big grin. Taking a gentle bite at my cheek, ignoring my ‘Awww Siiii…iirrr….’ , he pulled his right hand back from the laptop and poked my hip while his squeezing my tits with his other hand still under my T-shirt, ‘OK to send?’ he asked laughing at the way I straightened up at that sudden Poke at my soft flesh at my hip nodding a, ‘s..sssurre sir’. Laughing aloud and pecking a deep kiss on my cheek, he bellowed, ‘Oh you are such a doll to play with dear’ and I gently squeezed his big cock, watching him press send button with a smirk in his eyes.

He then gently released his hands from me, letting me go with a, ‘come on dear, lets move back to the comfy couch. don’t forget your drink, and you can continue playing with my candy stick there.’ (and chuckled after the last lewd remark). Instantly pulling my hand off his too, feeling quite awkward, I stood up picking the glass, but just as I did, he spanked my butt hard and as the butt cheeks wobbled, he groaned aloud ignoring my yelp, and muttered to no one in particular, ‘Delightful half-moons you have vandana!! ’ Happy to be let go, still rubbing my stinging butt with one hand, I grabbed the half-filled wine glass with the pother hand and rushed back to the sofa, shaking my head in disapproval, shouting back with mock annoyance ‘You are EVIL sir!!! pure Evil! that’s what you are!!’ and laughed even as I yelled at him. It felt good to sit on the cushiony sofa really, in comparison to his lap!! He followed me, holding his glass and his totem-pole of erection pushing out obscenely, ready to tear up his shorts, as he strutted slowly with purposeful ease and smile, beaming with pride, as he could see my eyes lock on to his ammunitions at his crotch quite obviously, and sat next to me with a smile of a ‘conquerer’ !

Seeing his protruding erection in his shorts as he walked towards me, alarmed at the awkwardness of it all, forcing to look away form it, out of desperation to change the topic, just as he sat, I blurted out, ‘Sir, whose dress are these that you gave me to wear today?’ He laughed aloud, ‘hahaa, good! very good indeed vandana! trying your best to keep me at bay! Anyway, I owe you an explanation. These belong to my daughter who has now settled in Australia. I am not an evil guy entertaining women of all-kinds every now and again. you are special’ he added. I urgently responded, ‘Oh no no sir. I didn’t think anything of that sort. Just curious.’ He rubbed my left thigh over the skirt with his right hand gently, sitting to my left, ‘Oh its fine dear. She is an accomplished chef, actually a lot older than you, married and settled there, working at a Michelin star restaurant there. She went there to study Masters in Aeronautical Engineering, against my wishes, but found her calling in cooking and is settled there with some name and fame. Just not the father’s girl. I tried to get her interested in what WE do here with weapons and all - but you know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea’ saying he squeezed my thigh and added, ‘not everyone is as prodigiously talented as you are vandana, when it comes to shooting! I meant what I wrote there int he letter, dear’, his words and the tone suddenly softened and reflected sincerity.

Nodding quickly with a smile, I whispered, ‘Thank you sir for the kind words. They mean a lot sir, especially from you’. Raising his glass, prompting me to follow the same and as we clinked, he toasted, ‘To every success lined up ahead, for you dear!’ and raised the glass and I nodded, touched by the sentiments of it and for the next few moments went in silence as we finished up the second glass too and I just then realised, that I’d become quite tipsy as I struggled to steady my focus as I looked at him to announce, ‘Ohw this is very stiff sir! He came closer and pulled my hand to press upon on his tool quickly, which has still been tock hard - and with a smile asked , ‘OHH? Stiffer than THIS dear?’ and as I pulled back my hand he guffawed. ‘OHH. You are so CHEAP sir! Third rated stuff..’ I complained, laughing along.

Coming closer he put an arm around me, as the Jazz music from Blue Train carried on in the background, just enough volume, to be the background and not intrusive. Seeing me nod along to it, he asked, ‘You hear Jazz? This is Coltrane’ and I laughed, ‘Oh don’t know the first thing about Jazz, but its nice to hear. Music needs no language and as with all other things, I am here to learn so much from you’ and he laughed, squeezing the back of my neck, ‘Oh I love teaching and TOUCHING you too dear! Pleasure is equally mine’ and as I purred in response loving that impromptu neck massage, he came closer and kissed my ear lobe and whispered, ‘Hey, tell me, does your hubby worship you enough? does he do all these mischiefs am doing to you still? or the spark had already died, like its the case in many marriages after 3 years?’ as he asked he slipped his hand on my lower back and slipped it under my T shirt and gently rubbed my bare waist as I looked at my face for an answer.

As he realised that I avoided the question and turned away, he wasn’t willing to let go, just Yet. ‘Sorry dear, its none of my business, but tell me, is he a very serious type?’ he asked me pinching my waist gently, prompting for my attention. As I sat up a bit, certainly the alcohol has loosened me up, enough to not hesitate too much to answer. ‘He is not very… (pausing and looking for words) not very creative sir.’ As I spoke he stood up signalling me to pause and in a flash returned with another refill and this time, thrusting my glass into me, sitting next to me, prompted me, ‘What does it mean by not creative dear?’ Nodding a thanks and sipping along, ‘Oh, its just that, he is .. err.. very .. conventional sir’

His eyes going wider and poking me playfully at my hip, grinning wider as I gotten jumpy sitting upright swatting his hand away, ‘What do you mean? the man doesn’t do things to you outdoors?’ .. his question surprised me, ‘What do you mean, outside sir?’ , he laughed, ‘ For example, has he done things like what I did to you in the field at the training outpost earlier today?’ he asked me squeezing my thigh. I grinned back, getting slowly worked up and horny at this line of questioning, but also couldn’t avoid it completely, I nodded a ‘NO sir, he has never done such, moreover he is… ‘ (and stopped biting my lips). Squeezing my thighs, he prompted, ‘He is not , what?’ and I took another sip and feeling the buzz hit me properly now, giggled silly, back at him. ‘Sir leave it no? he is not someone who loves to play with this area, like you (shifting to one side, to lift my bum up, and pointed with my hand with a grin and sat back)’.

He laughed so loud for so long, I thought he has gone mental, but I found his laughter to be infectious and laughed along with him silly too. ‘Oh Vandana, you light me up big time dear, You seem to make up your hubby’s lack of Creativity dear! Just to avoid calling it ass or bum or buttocks. Hahaaa!!! So WHAT Does he like to do to you, I mean what does he like on you’ as he spoke, he slipped his hand from my thigh up to my crotch and squeezed my pussy gently over the skirt, ‘HERE? this honey pot entices him?, I yelped and slapped his hand off me, grinning silly, ‘SIR Stop doing that! and NO not even that’ I said grinning, pulling away from him in the sofa, laughing now, taking a gulp to complete the rest of the glass and putting it away on the floor nearby, feeling ‘properly’ tipsy.

He also placed his largely unfinished glass on the floor and turned around to face me on the sofa, ‘Tell me where then? Ohh… he loves your D’licious Bunnies then’ and laughed aloud grabbing me around my hips with both his hands and slipping them inside the shirt, squeezing my waist from both sides. ‘Oh hahaa…. Yes yes right… but stop it sir’ as he began tickling me, i erupted laughing trying to brush his hands off, but this time, I just couldn’t. Turning me around, to properly face me, and pushing me down on the big sofa armrest, he announced shouting, ‘Time to taste these Bunnies to see for myself whats so special!!’ and placed his mouth on my right breast over the T-shirt and began licking and chewing on it gently while both his hands on either side of my fleshy hips carried on poking me carrying on to tickle me, making me squeal and Jerk all over him as he poked me, as I totally didn’t expect this sudden move!.

As I shouted and jerked at his will, pleading him to stop tickling me, head on the armrest, tilted to the ceiling, he dragged both my legs up on his lap, pressing my lower thighs, just above my knees, pinning me down with one hand, while using the other to poke and prod around my lower tummy, targeting just around my navel, devilishly shouting, ‘Coochikooochikiooo….’ and as I burst out laughing, he buried his face between my tits, right over the T-shirt and shook his head making my tits jiggle freely, while poking my navel and pinning my legs down, enjoying my high-pitched squeals of laughter!

Just as I was almost out of breath, he sat up, grinning big looking at me, waiting for me to open my eyes to look back at me. After several seconds, my chest still heaving, as I caught up on my breath, I opened my eyes gasped back at him, smiling, ‘You are a naughty devil, You know that sir?’ , He smirked and lazily pinched my nipple over the T-shirt and chuckled, ‘That may be so Vandana, but did you or did you NOT like it? It appears to me that you did relish every second of my naughtiness. Don’t you? right from when I slipped my hand down your trousers to grab your butt cheeks, ISN’T IT? Admit it Vandana!’ he said with that sly grin and smug satisfaction pasted in his face while pinching my soft hip a good measure, to impress his point.

Slapping his pinching hand away from my hip with a ‘AAAWWW that really hurt sir!’ and mumbled a ‘naughty devil you are’ again, with a smile, tried to push his hand that was still holding my thighs pinning my legs down on his lap. ‘That’s like a good girl! At least you are not a hypocrite. You’re honest to admit that you liked it!’ The second glass of the wine I had made me lose my inhibitions more and I winked back at him, with a silly giggle added ,’Huh! I didn’t admit anything sir’ The sudden flashing lighting lit my face, highlighted my naughty smile! The thunder that followed 5 seconds later coincided with my shriek as the Major slipped one of his hands under the skirt and slipped it up all the way under my legs and pushing his hand down against the cushion of the couch slipped it further up and had managed to grab hold of my left buttock fully and I was literally sitting on his palm and fingers and squirming, and shrieking as he was laughing now with a glint in his eyes ‘STILL NOT ADMITTING Vandana? Do you not like this? Tell me! Time to say Yes!!’

I was squirming amidst my laughter and shrieks yelling at him, ‘Sir hahaha… stop it… please what are you doing ? No No… ‘ holding the skirt at the front with both my hands, trying to sit up. Just then I felt his fingers up and along my butt crack and unable to bear it, I collapsed back in the sofa and lifted my hips up in the air, shaking my head.. ‘OK Ok YES. yes sir.. its nice .. ok.. but stop it please!’ I pleaded to him with a nervous laugh, shifting my hips left to right, feeling his hand under me, inside the skirt, my face going all red. He grinned, ‘Oh come on dear, if its nice, why do you ask for it to be stopped? You do Love to feel my finger up here, doing this, don’t you?’ he asked with a chuckle as his right hand index finger crept up my butt crevice, while he was other fingers were giving my left butt cheek a good squeeze, slipping RIGHT UNDER me, properly now.

My voice grew shaky as I shuddered even as I spoke, ‘It.. th.. iiss.. iss…. feels w..eeei..rrdd… ssiiir….. uuffff…’ huffing and puffing, lifting my hip in response to the gentle pokes and prods of his finger up my crevice , sensing wave after wave of tingling feeling pass through me as his fingernail was gently working me ‘up there’. I focussed on the clattering rain and the dark sky through the window behind him, unable to look at his face that was plastered with that stupid grin loaded with ‘mischief’ !! As his other hand had my legs pinned down on his lap, by pressing me down with his elbow firmly, I couldn’t get away from him that easily. I shuffled around, letting out a gasp and closed my eyes, listening to a more ‘intense’ piano from the currently playing jazz number, as his other advancing fingers , joining his index finger now, began sliding along, up and down my butt crack, gently, taking note of my gasp and my body’s response with unmistakable quivers, all over.

I heard him mumble a ‘lovely’ as fingers were performing a tune on me, matching up the skill levels of the jazz pianist right at that moment, as I blurted a ‘Sssss….i….iiiiii….. rrrrrr….’ with a shaky voice, with my head falling on to the sofa arm rest, eyes still shut, biting my lips.

He wasn’t even pushing his fingers up my butthole, but was simply sliding them expertly up and down and at the downstroke, rubbed and teased the base of my now yet again, very wet pussy lips, and the slow tease was becoming soon unbearable. As I held the skirt with both hands close together at the front around its waist line, gripping it tightly, this had caused my tits to be squished in between my hands and pushed up and my already erect big nipples had been poking through the T-shirt, straining! Of course, he noticed it, and his eyes lighting up, as he carried on his pleasure torment, he reached forward and wrapped his lips over my left nipple, over the T-shirt and began gently chewing it!!

I may have had them played with in my life before, but THAT was quite something ! Getting my nipple ‘loved’ right over the T-shirt, chewed through along with the soft fabric, while the base of my pussy being expertly teased with my butt cheeks spread apart and ‘GENTLY VIOLATED’! That was making me go insane, as I shrieked, feeling his teeth nibble me to show exactly the elevated sensory pleasures that exist in this world. As I sensed his hand under me began to pull my butt cheeks apart, gently and one of his fingers began gently to flick and push around to gently finger my anus, I shrieked aloud and turned around, shouldering his face as I did, shouting ‘Siiiiiiii….rrrrrrr…..’ shaking all over. As he had leaned forward to play with my nipple, he wasn’t holding my legs so tightly, so holding on to the skirt still, I managed to turn around with a BIG WET PATCH around my left nipple on the T-shirt, pressing myself down on my tummy on the sofa, ‘SIR !!!! haahhaaa.a.. COMEE .. ONNN… plllsss ..STOP’ I squealed as I turned around, my voice loaded in shame. Pushing my face on to the armrest, burning in shame, yet so horny all over, I shouted again…’SSSIIRRR….. YOU ARE pure evil’ with a silly giggle, my voice muffled as I my face was pushed down on to the cushion.

As I spun around, he didn’t try and stop me, but his hand that was fingering my bum under the skirt, just slid along, feeling me up, caressing my right hip and slipping under, was right over my pussy ! Just as I was sensing his hand right there on my privates, I also realised that my right thigh was brushing properly against his massive raging hard-on slithering inside his shorts, now!! Didn’t realise that turning over would cause so much of a ‘development’ in our situation! Gosh!!! Still gripping to the skirt tightly with one hand, I slipped my other hand down from the skirt’s waistband a bit down to my crotch over the skirt to GRAB his hand that is now sprawling properly over my pussy lips - to try and stop his moves. Losing my ability to speak I Shook my head even though I was facing the sofa’s armrest, making my intention clear - but the inevitable gasp the slipped off me, betrayed my true intent !

Feeling his body press against me, I tightened my grip on his hand, as I heard him whisper, leaning closer to me, ‘Oh how lush and full these lips are. so swollen!!! You must be HORNY AS HELL Vandanaaa….’ as he gently squeezed my pussy lips. I Groaned aloud, burying my face deeper into the sofa armrest, gently gyrating my hips, unable to stay still. I tried to pinch his hand with mine as he began properly squeezing my pussy, but it was neither easy nor effective to pinch over the silky soft material of the skirt, as his hand is inside while mine’s outside!! He chuckled as he realised what I was attempting and cooed, ‘Trying to pinch, are we??’ and a big laughter later, added, ‘I’ll show you dear how to PROPERLY pinch dear!!!’ . Biting my lips, as I turned my head back to look at him, I sensed the skirt slipping down from behind in one smooth movement!!!!

Eyes wide, cheeks reddening in shame as I spotted from the corner of my eyes my bare buttocks being exposed fully, by his other hand that was holding my legs! The sight of his hand grab my skirt’s waistband from my lower back, slipping his fingers in, slowly pulling it down all the way past my buttocks - made me quiver in embarrassment as I tightened the grip on the skirt from the front, preventing him yanking it all the way - and let go of his hand that I was holding on to with my other hand and brought my hand back around to ‘STUPIDLY’ cover my butt crack with it, waiting aloud, ‘SIRRRRRRRR….. Noooooooo….. Hhahahaa… Donnnnnn’’’ttt … plssss!!!’ even as I felt his hand give my skirt a gentle tug, having pulled it down to my lower thighs already - checking to see how strongly I am holding on to it from the front side. The sight and the scene that has been unfolding in front of me - involving me - made me cringe to the core as he leaned forward and kissed over my hand that was covering my my fully exposed butt crevice, and I groaned in embarrassment as he pecked the back of my hand repeatedly with a mischievous glint, ignoring my deep guttural protest, ‘Siirrrr.. Come ON!!! Stop this!!! this is so dirty sirr!! Awwwww!!! ‘ - Wanting to pull my hand from as he carried on kissing my hand, while I felt his hot breath on my butt cheeks, but realising that I am unable to do so, as I felt too shameful to expose my butt crack so up close to him!

‘Oh..Shush Vandana! This is a Heavenly sight.. You are blessed with the most lovely pair of buttocks I’ve ever seen! EVER! Allow me to enjoy the view.!’ he admonished me with affection. While his left hand still had my skirt pulled down below my butt, he slipped his right hand out from under my skirt after pinching my pussy lips gently, laughing as I groaned in response! ‘That reminded me - I need to show you how to properly PINCH right! HAHAHA’ even as I complained ‘SIRRR’ a good SPANK landed on my right butt cheek making me yelp , ‘OOOWWWW SIRRRR’ as it stung for a good measure! ‘OH this is for being adamant and NOT LETTING go of your skirt’ he announced in a mock menacing tone with a devilish laughter ignoring my shrieks ‘ SIIIRRRRR STOP IT… it hurts’ clenching my butt cheeks stiff.

‘HAHAA.. thats the idea, but i am sure you love it.. and now.. THIS … (with a little expectant pause) … THIS is how to administer a good Pinch’ with that he grabbed the soft lower buttock just above my thigh and with his two fingers pinched me good… making me YELP in shock and impulsively sit up, swinging my legs around as they were no longer being pinned down, complaining ‘ SIRRR … stop it nooo… please’ shrieking in embarrassment , holding to the skirt from the front with both my hands, shaking my head, looking at his naughty face! As I sat up, I felt the COLD leather of the sofa DIRECTLY on my butt cheeks, as the skirt was already down to my mid thigh from below.

‘Sir come on, what are you doing? stop this! please! I am not used to being pinched and slapped like this’ I protested, making myself clear. He quickly slipped to the floor and kneeled down in front of me resting both his hands on my thighs over the skirt.. gently squeezing them and smiling at me. His face inches away from mine as I sat hunched forward, our eyes locked- mine showing a mix of fear, anticipation, excitement and lust all in a good mix while his just showed pure playfulness and naughtiness. Reaching forward a bit, planting a quick kiss in my lips, enjoying my spurts of short breath as his lips touched mine, pulling back he said gently, while massaging my thighs, ‘LOOK AT YOU !! Right at this moment, you’re oozing sensuality Vandana! You’re an enigmatic mix of shyness, sensitivity and sensuality! I am sure you are enjoying as much as me, if not, MORE than me, what I am doing to you now! Just nod if it is the case. If not I will let you go right now!’

With that little speech he looked at my face, expectantly for my response. I nodded a NO at first, but as he smiled at me and asked again, ‘REALLY? ARE YOU SURE?’, I blushed and admitted the truth with a barely perceptible nod, but added quietly, ‘Although I am not used to having my skirt pulled down like this in broad daylight like this sir!!!’ . Grinning bigger, grabbing my skirt with both his hands on my thighs he gave it a light tug and seeing my reactions as I pulled it back instantly and shouted with a mock-threatening look, ‘SIIIIIRRRR…I just told you!’, he laughed - ‘Oh, Just teasing dear. OK, I won’t make this a tug-of-war. you can have your skirt on’, as I smiled back, he added in a purposefully lower tone, ‘FOR NOW..’ As we both laughed amidst my complaints and protests, ‘Not fair sir… BE A GENT! stop these pranks OK?’ , he moved his hands from my thighs to my shoulders and gently PUSHED me back to the couch so I leaned back fully on it , whispering ‘Ok then! Allow me to be a Gentleman and worship you for a few seconds then!’

Even as I was wondering what he is up to next, still knelt down in front of me, he lowered his hands down from my shoulders to my siders and gently grabbed the seams of my T-shirt around my hips and lifting it up, enough to bare my tummy, ignoring my squirms and gently planted a kiss in my lower tummy below my navel and pulled back and enjoyed the ‘view’! ‘Oh you are exquisitely beautiful Vandana!’ I watched, the scene unravelled in slow motion in front of me as he lowered his head and darted his long tongue on my tummy to gently circle around my navel. I immediately gasped! He paused and whispered, ‘You love this don’t you?’ and as I purred eyes half closed, he dived right into my navel, letting his tongue dig all the way in, enjoying the sounds of my loud groan now as I ARCHED my lower back, jutting my chest and tummy out closer to him eager and hungry to receive the ministrations of his tongue! The familiar rush of euphoria filled me from within as I writhed in pleasure taking in every moment of it, feeling his tongue swirl around, flick, push and pull, attack the rim and do what not!!! The feeling of a hot tongue expertly slip in and out of my navel is hard to describe in words!!

I groaned aloud in pleasure, ‘OOoooowww… ssssiirrr…’ biting my lips, closing my eyes, cocking my head up, as he so expertly teased and played with his tongue. AS he did so, both his hands slipped down my hips and started rubbing the exposed side buttocks on both sides at the same time, rubbing and squeezing me gently, reminding me of my semi-nakedness, as skirt’s already pulled down from the back and I was sitting on the sofa currently bare-bottomed. Just as I could gather enough composure and was thinking of pulling the skirt up a bit from from the front with my hands that were still holding on to them, there came the killer blow.

He started gently nibbling around the rim of my navel, such gentle pressing of his teeth around the soft skin while alternating between his tongue pokes at my navel. He is NOT ONLY a great Teacher but also a GREAT STUDENT! He was so perceptive in picking up my responses to his gentle nibbles, my increased rate of groans, moans and gasps every time he sunk his upper set of teeth JUST ABOVE my navel while he swirled around his tongue deep inside my navel pushing into and ramming it in, he observed that I was going plain CRAZY…When he paused and repeated the move a few more times, JUST AS HE EXPECTED, the 3rd time his tongue performed a mini-tornado inside my navel, I squirmed uncontrollably and shouting a loud moan and a ‘Siiii…..iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….iiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrr’ and grabbed his head from behind… pulling him away… unable to bear the intensity of the pleasure wave!!!!

He paused briefly and pulling back a bit with my left hand still on his head and right hand was just holding the skirt loosely, taking note of that too.. he slipped his right hand up from my bare buttocks at the side to my navel and slipped his index finger right inside my navel. He enjoyed the sight of my heaving tits in the T-shirt and the SLOSH sound it made as his finger slipped into my now very wet and slippery navel and gently wiggling it , seeing me writhe again in pleasure, ‘OHH Vandana, men have been on quests to search for a pot of gold at the end of rainbows. ALL RAINBOWS IN THE WORLD SEEM TO END RIGHT HERE. ALLOW ME TO DIG FOR MY TREASURE! ‘ with that he stated playing with his finger slipping it in and out of my navel, fully using the wetness he created, thoroughly fascinated by my sensitivity - as he has never seen anyone like it!!

And me neither! I’ve never come across anyone with this mix of gusto, charm, authority, playfulness and naughty but totally domineering and pushy at the same time, without even me fully realising it!! He could see I am totally distracted squirming in pleasure, with my left hand on his hair, ruffling it gently as he was fingering my navel, now properly drilling it with his index finger, while his other fingers crowded around it and were faithfully performing the ‘lazy tease’ of digging into the soft flesh with his fingernails and rubbing the area gently back and forth - enjoying the sight of seeing me sizzle in response.

With his right hand busy fingering my navel and his left hand creeping up from my right buttock to the fleshy part of my right hip to grab and squeeze it properly now, with that same naughty glint in his eyes he lowered his head and pressed his chin down my lower belly, pushing down the skirt’s waistband in the process bit by bit and began to lick my soft lower belly zone JUST above my pubes! I gasped in this ‘new delight centre and the gentleness of his approach and cooed in pleasure, squirming, grabbing and pressing his head down to me…running my fingers through his hair at the back of his head, moaning aloud ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaww…. sss..ssssss…iiiiirrrrrrrr’

As he carried on licking my lower belly he suddenly poked my left hip, digging his index and middle finger right through! I responded just as he expected, straightening up, and grabbing his hand with my other hand that was still holding my skirt, complaining ‘SIIIRRR!!!!’ He smiled , satisfied, letting me hold his hand and pulling his other hand on my navel and reached forward and started blowing into my still wet navel, gently and whispered ‘Sorry Vandana’ and announced with a naughty chuckle**, ‘I am afraid my Gentleman time has ended’** and pulling back from me swiftly, with the front of the skirt unguarded, he slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled it down swiftly all the way down to my knees!! His eyes went WIDE at the first sight of my naked pussy presented up-close to him, in all its glory, as I wasn’t exactly sitting with my thighs close together really!!!!

Gosh!!! It took me a moment or two to realise what just happened, as I was still in my dream world enjoying his ‘gentle blow’ up my navel. Needless to say, the next moments I shrieked in shame, realising what he’d just done there… especially with that ‘unforgettable’ look on his face that will register forever within me - the way he was staring down my crotch - wide eyed and lips curled into his trademark naughty smile! Oh Gosh!! Clamping my thighs shut, cringing in shame, shrieking aloud, ‘Noooo…………….oooowww, sirrrrrrrrrrrr… doonn’ttttttt’, stretching both my hands out to try and reach for the skirt that’s yanked down around my knees, in desperation! The naughty Major had already pulled it further down to my calves , just as I managed to grab one end of the skirt! I whispered to him, eaten alive in shame, trying to pull back up, the skirt, as it felt hyper awkward to be like that, bottomless, realising my state, in his well lit room, despite the gloomy weather outside ! ‘SIR Please. Let it go! give it back to me … Come On!!’ I’s never been so embarrassed in my life, yet hyper horny from within, through. and through!.

My preconceived notion that ‘these’ things happen in a dark - or at least semi-darkened setup but not in such brightly lit surroundings and my head was having trouble accepting it, as my naturally shy side was getting me all reactive- which seem only to fuel and kindle Major’s fire more ‘n’ more!!!! Even the last time when Priya (Krishna’s GF) stripped me bare in my own bedroom while giving me her heavenly ‘massage’, the room was dim and darkened and I was ‘at ease’ through out and was not always kept ‘at the edge’ not knowing what to expect next!!!

A little tug-of-war was going on around my knees with both my hands trying to pull up the skirt, my upper body completely bent forward, in an effort to hide my naked crotch from him, my face almost pushing up against his chest and shoulder as he pushed against me, still knelt down. As I was whispering in shame, asking him to let go of the skirt, he reached down and planted a kiss on left neck and giving my ear lobe a gentle nibble, he whispered back through a gentle chuckle, ‘You need to choose your battles girl, You can’t win this one. It’s slipped down too far already, quite literally nearly to the ankles’ and chuckled, referring my skirt to battle and I went red in shame hearing it as I whispered back ‘Please not like this sir.. not so … out in the open!!!’ as I looked around his room yet again letting my head rub on to his chest as I did!.

Just then the music in his sound system switched from Jazz to George Michael’s ‘Freedom!!!..’ and his eyes lit up, ‘Oh Come on dear! Listen to the song there! even George Michael is asking you to be Free of your things. Isn’t he?’ he said chuckling. I straightened back and protested with a sheepish grin, ‘WHAT a load of UTTER NONSENSE SIR? That’s so lame and Silly, now let go of the skirt, come on… you had your fun sir!! ple…eaase!! ’

Ignoring my pleas on purpose, he was singing along, loudly - ‘Freedom…. Freedom….’ while his left hand that was on my hip swiftly moved up, hiking and gathering my T-shirt over my back and in the next seconds , as I sat bent down, trying to wrestle the skirt bunched around my knee, back from his hand, but here I am feeling his hand roaming freely over my bare back with the T-shirt hiked up to around my neck, at the back !!! ‘AAAAWWW Sir stop it.. DONT.. This is absurd I sat up, cringing as a fresh wave of shame passed through me, having to sit up, letting go of the skirt to avoid the new ignominy of losing the shirt too. As I let go of the skirt, he did too and it promptly obeyed the great Newtonian discovery called Gravity and hit the floor, circling my ankles.

‘OH come on princess… what’s wrong? Show me those D’licious Bunnies ? You have a super gorgeous pair! You should be so damn proud of them, you know?’ he said standing up as he spoke to grab the T-shirt from behind me with his other hand too, while making sure to stamp firmly on the skirt fell around my legs on the ground, making it look casual ! ‘This is RIDICULOUS sir. DON’T do this!’ I complained lamely with my cheek reddening in a mix of shame and anger, sitting on his living room sofa bare bottomed and getting my T-shirt almost pulled off too, despite my meek pleas to let go, only riled me up with an impotent rage and helplessness. Of course he didn’t care one bit about my state of mind or state of undress and enjoyed himself with a chuckle, watching me squirm and pull the T-shirt down over my chest to cover my tits and sat my hands crossed and thighs locked - seething from within, as he was giving these annoying tugs of the T-shirt bunched up from behind me around my neck.

As he gave it a tug he pulled me closer to him and whispered, standing facing me as I sat, with his hip in front of my face - announcing quite proudly, ‘Would you believe it dear, what ONE LOOK at your honeypot down there did to me?’ and as I looked up, staring at my face was, not only was the snake in the shorts slithering visibly, but also had made a big wet patch in his blue shorts even as it tried to pierce through. He joked pointing to the wet patch he made earlier around my left nipple, ‘Not sure which one is wetter and bigger. HAHA’ as he pointed at my tits, unable to resist the urge, he gave it a quick squeeze, that made me blush and squeal like a piglet and all i could manage was an ‘EEEEEEIIIII’ pushing his hand away…. all the while, I could not tear off my eyes from his MIGHTY IMPRESSIVE display in his crotch!!!!

As I sat staring at his crotch, he did something that I quite didn’t expect at all. He edged closer to me suddenly and rubbed his erection on my cheek!!! His right hand was having my T-shirt bunched and pulled up around the neck while his left hand which I brushed it off my tits, moments ago has begun caressing my hair.. As I felt his boner brush my face in shock, he announced in a voice very mellow.. - ‘GO ON. give it a kiss. just like that, over my shorts Vandana!’ he added that last bit with a chuckle, while caressing my head and moving his hip gently to rub his tool all over my face. That felt DOWNRIGHT CHEAP and DIRTY yet it made me hyper HORNY especially as I caught the whiff of the musky aroma of what’s behind the shorts!!! That UNMISTAKABLE Musky odour of the phallus of a man! Uff.. at that very instance, it drove me wild from within! Seriously !!!

Seeing me hesitate, he encouraged me by gently nudging my head with his hand that was caressing my hair, as he aimed his crotch to my lips and added in a hoarse raspy voice - ‘Go on beautiful. peck me, a gentle, light kiss and see if you like? no pressure, Ok?!’ with that he gently rubbed what appeared to be the tip of his tool, over his shorts, onto my lips and still too shocked and in daze to respond, as I moved back, he conveniently barged forward, into my personal space, not giving me an inch and whispered, ‘Try dear! I know you can aim well, and this such a CLOSE RANGE Target!’ he said smiling and despite the situation, that comment drew a smile onto my lips too even as I pulled back a bit more, but as his monster kept pushing forward and rubbing my face and lips, I uncrossed my hands that I was holding my shirt with and placing it on his shorts on both his hips and looked up at him , with my smile intact, announced, ‘YOU ARE A DIRTY RASCAL and YOU KNOW THAT SIR! CHEAP , THIRD RATED DIRTY and PUSHY RASCAL YOU ARE!!!!!’ Not holding back anything from my compliments, I dished it all out and smiled back at him and reached out holding him by his hips, planted a quick kiss first, then changing my mind quickly, PLANTED ANOTHER ONE .. a bit longer this time, feeling the tip of his tool shuffle around, just over the large wet patch on his shorts as I held him and kissed him, pressing my face down his crotch properly, satisfied to hear him groan this time, appreciatively, ‘OHHWW THAT WAS GOOOD!!!!’ I smiled and pushed him back by his hips and as I looked down, the sight of him standing over my skirt on the floor reminded me that, I am still almost fully naked except for the T-shirt which is at the verge of getting pulled off.

As I pushed him, he caught my arms with his free hand, around my wrist and before I could manage to free one of the hands up, he swiftly pulled my loose T-Shirt over my head and out on to my shoulders, announcing, ‘DIRTY? ha! You calling me DIRTY? HAHA.. Pot calling the Kettle Black!! NO NO, NOT AFTER THAT SECOND KISS you just gave my Junior! Madam!! ( looking down to point to his twitching hard ON!) Lets see what else you got there hiding, in your talent pile!! I can see at least another couple of them!!!’ As he said chuckling, ignoring my embarrassed Shrill cries and barrage of slaps and punches on him with my freed up hand as he managed to bit by bit pull the T-shirt off my sleeves while making a very exaggerated display of attempting to take a peek at my fully exposed tits… chuckling all the while, making me cringe more. Unable to effectively fend for the T-shirt AND cover my tits AND scream obscenities to swear at him, all the at the same time, in the end, I ended up doing nothing well enough. Ended up scolding him, RASCAL LET GO OF IT ! NOW( which is a very watered down insult no one cares) and within the next seconds, I shrieked in shame as he pulled off the the T-shirt, the last thing that I was wearing, out of my wrist! I recoiled back in the sofa, covering my tits with my hands and crossing my legs, completely naked! Sat crouched, to make myself small, looking up at him, biting my lips, dying in shame seeing the way he ogled at me back!. ‘Why are you hiding the two of your amazing talents I just uncovered dear?’ with that he leaned forward to make an exaggerated attempt to peek through my hands to get a view of my tits, grinning playfully! Blushing furiously, but unable to suppress that shy smile that formed at the corner of my lips, I shouted at him, ‘You are evil! Head to toe! You know that? Naughty devil you are!!!’

My useless insults seem only to charge him on more as his grin became a big roar of laughter and he began waving my T-shirt in front of my face, invitingly, and heckled, ‘Come and get it, if you wanted it so badly!’ As I stared back at him, ignoring that invite, the T-shirt rubbed and brushed my face twice, just as his cock did , a few moments ago!!! With no warning, I lunged at the T-shirt, to grab at it! But his reflexes, especially as a sniper shooting instructor, was matching with mine, every bit, and if not, even better, as he had no trouble at all to pull it off me! As I stood up to try and reach for the T-shirt, as if playing musical chair, he sat in the sofa where I sat and grinned, patting his lap, asking me to come sit there.

Standing butt naked in front of him for a moment, squirming, looked around in desperation, spotting the big curtain at the window to the side, I ran up to the curtain and pulled it around me strategically, even though it was long enough to JUST cover my pubes - feeling slightly better! I noticing him still staring at me with that naughty glint intact. I showed my middle finger at him and although I intended to shout, it came out like a mouse’s squeak, ‘You are a naughty Devil’! He roared in laughter ‘HAHAA…. THAT IS BEYOND my WILDEST DREAM TO SEE A CUTIE SO SHY YET SUCH A Sexy BOMBSHELL.. HAHAA’. He watched at me big eyed, full of admiration at how clumsily I tried to pull that curtain around me to cover my nudity! He was admiring at me, shaking his head in disbelief at the thought of the contrast of such a bold and strong woman with that steely determination, copious amounts of focus and concentration and infinitely talented, yet so hyper sensitive to touch and extremely shy to expose and YET has tonnes of secrets and cravings repressed! As he thought of it and looked at my clumsily covered naked form, feeling a wave of affection, he blew “flying kisses” at me, while I responded back with my middle finger directed at him, mouthing ‘EVIL’ and smiling back.

JUST then the Tumble-drier beeped, announcing that it has done its cycle. I looked at it with mixed feelings. He laughed aloud getting up, picking up my T-shirt and Skirt and not in any hurry, walked to the laundry basket to drop them in there, announcing, ‘I don’t think you will need them again, before you go home’. He walked up to me slowly, taking his time and as he came close to me, he reached forward and kissed my lips gently. This one was different, Slow and sensual. While he kissed, he allowed to slip his hand behind the curtain to reach out an caress my bare back , running his hand down all the way to my bare buttocks and gently squeezed me there once, and pulling away from me , ‘We both heard that noise from the Drier dear. Your clothes must be fully dry now and ready to wear. I was only having a bit of fun with you and I AM NOT a Villain, I’ll NEVER force you to do anything you don’t want to…’ Realising where this might be heading, I started shaking my head and tried interrupting, ‘No Sir, of course you’re not’. He placed a finger on my lips to symbolically shut me up and carried on, ‘I was pushing you out of your comfort zone there on the couch because I could see that beneath that veneer you’re putting on, you were completely loving it too’ , seeing me nod along, he took a pause and smiled before continuing, ‘In any case - I am going to the bed room now. You HAVE a choice. You can walk right up, to the washer drier and get your clothes out of it , get dressed back and leave when the rain stops - OR - you can follow me to my bedroom ! ‘ and with that he paused and looked at me Dramatically - ‘but I warn you, I WON’T be responsible for anything that happens inside there!! You might even be arrested in there!! haha.. it would be definitely fun to cuff a police officer, don’t you think? ’ and smirked..

I was still gasping in shock at what I heard, as he turned to leave me! But he stopped on his steps and turned back and with that naughty smile returning, announced ‘ ‘Your ,modesty might not allow you to admit it right away, but you must be so horny and wet right now.’ and without any warning, he quickly lifted the curtain that ended at my thigh and slipped his hand to mu crotch to directly access my now WET and glistening pussy lips! Wedged between him and the wall, I couldn’t slip away as I gasped, feeling his fingers slip inside my pussy lips. He came close to my face yet again and kissed me again, deeper - much deeper, while fingering my pussy PROPERLY this time, chewing my lips through while kissing, slipping his tongue in very roughly, pushing it in against my own tongue, sensing the steam build up from within me as well, as he increased the rate of fingering and as he sensed that I am building up something from within, as I moaned aloud through the kiss, being pushed against the wall - he abruptly pulled his fingers out of me and pulled off the kiss and with a wry smile, announced, ‘JUST AS I THOUGHT… You are at the verge of bursting your dam. You are a proper sex pot and deserve a lot of good mix of rough AND Sensitive handling and I happen to know just how to make you this - an afternoon of your life time. But as I said, I am going to go now - the choice is yours’ he said that and wiped his WET fingers running it along my face, letting me smell my own juices as I watched him leave with his massive erection still very evident, Slowly, towards his bedroom and at its door he turned to look at me and waved at me, ‘No need to knock, I am inside if you need me - but if you choose to come inside, just come AS YOU ARE! ’ and closed the door behind him with a wave and a smile!

I stood there STUNNED for a long time, as the drier kept beeping in the background, waiting to be attended to, looking back and forth between the drier and the bedroom door that was shut in front of me. This proposition from the Major was way too much for me to handle, process and digest in one go! Just the very thought of his level of naughtiness and what he said about ‘arresting me’ were giving me CHILLS down the base of my spine - but then it’s those VERY SAME things that also made me hesitate and reconsider, instead of just DASHING to the Drier and be out of here in no time, as even the rain seemed to have slowed down and reduced to a drizzle. This seemed like 50 shades of grey - investing my trust upon someone to a WHOLE DIFFERENT Level is what this required. The sheer risk element alone made me want to go to the door to FIND OUT what it is all about, after all.

Shaking my head, admonishing myself for being such a slut, to consider such cheap thrills, feeling lot better, listening to the angel sitting on my right shoulder, I slowly pushed the curtain wrapped around me and walked to the drier, feeling eerie walking butt-naked like that across Major’s living room, in the middle of the day. Reaching the drier, turned it off and opened the lid. As I bent down to pull, the first cloth out of it, was my uniform trouser. I stood there staring at it as I was flooded with the memories of how Major’s fingers slipped inside it, not too long ago!! I held the perfectly dry trouser with my hands shaking, staring at it, for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally as the trouser slipped through my fingers and dropped to my feet, I whispered ‘FUCK IT’ and turned to walk swiftly, towards his bedroom door, with a level of clarity that was missing before. The little Devil on my left shoulder, began dancing in delight, as the Angel sat on the other shoulder face-palming herself, looking crestfallen! As I stood outside his door completely naked, despite him saying not to knock, just out of habit, I knocked on it mildly.

Heard his voice from inside, ‘COME’ and I taking a deep breath I pressed the door handle and pushed it and as the door opened my courage and clarity just deserted me instantly as I quickly moved a hand across my rather heavy gravity-defying 34C tits and the pressed the other hand down over my smoothly shaven crotch to cover my visibly swollen pussy lips, ( a direct result of my hyper-horny state!!!) and stood at the entrance biting my lips, looking at the floor, squirming, uneasily - wondering about all of this, if this is all a big mistake! Also, the first thing I sensed, standing at his bedroom doorstep was how much cooler it is, compared to the living room. This instantly made me nipples stiffer, that I could feel it in my palms as I stood there squirming and slightly shivering as the cool breeze from the window ahead of brushed past my hips. he must have left it open a bit! Seeing no reaction from his end, biting my lips I looked up and noticed him scanning me from head to toe, his look seemed triumphant, his hand was openly stroking his big erection, over his shorts. As he noticed that I looked up, he just flicked his fingers from the other hand to signal me to come closer and as I nodded, hesitantly, now more uncertain than ever, his voice boomed, ‘Close the door behind you as you come in and be warned, once you are inside, You CAN’T leave until I permit you to!’ he said in a dead serious tone.

I stood there hesitated and looked up at him as the gentle cold draught from the open window was targeting my belly, making me shiver as the cold breeze was gently poking me all over- which in itself was causing me a mild tingle all over. ANY last reservations of returning away or change of decision evaporated as soon as I noticed him slipped his hand inside his shorts to play with his tool directly while he was still ogling at my naked form with mouth parted slightly. As he licked his lips appreciatively and began gently stroking his member under his shorts and nodded his head mildly & almost imperceptibly beckoning me! Almost like a keyed-up doll, I nodded back and stepped inside, licking my own lips too, in anticipation, as I turned around to close the door and on the way to his bed, I went straight to the open window and closed it fully. Even though there were no curtains there, there was no one there for miles around and rain’s picked up back again anyways as I heard the clattering of the thunder yet again, just as I was shutting the window, muffling its sound out a bit.

I knew all thew while, he has been scanning my back as I was facing away from him, at the window. As I slowly walked up to him, with my hands loosely where they were earlier, covering up, he sat up and let his legs dangle out of the bed. As I approached him he reached out and wrapped his hands around me affectionately, putting me instantly ‘AT EASE’ and as if echoing my thoughts he chuckled and whispered softly, ‘at ease officer! you’re here for fun! I am not going to ear you OK?!’ and rubbing my curvy hips on both sides just below my waist and squeezing my hips on both sides at the same time, he reached forward and planted a gentle kiss on my tummy, right over my navel and darted his tongue and flicked in and out very quickly and feeling me sizzle in his hands, pulled back and laughed.

‘MAN you are quite a piece of work! But first things first’, as he spoke, mid-sentence he grabbed me by my elbow and spun me around and still holding my hand, ‘Always, disobeying what’s being told results in punishments, as you well understand officer!!’ as he spoke he slapped my right Buttocks hard, making it go Instantly RED with the marks of his fingers all over there, ‘THAT’s for KNOCKING the DOOR. I told you explicitly to JUST COME.’ I Yelped ‘AAAWWW Sorry Sir…’ and bit my lips feeling the initial sting, and the wobble of the butt cheeks, but just then, the other buttocks received the same stinging SLAP too as he spoke ignoring my Yelp, enjoying my reaction of standing in top toes, but not getting away as he still held my hand. ‘ NOW. THAT IS FOR CLOSING THE WINDOW. I Don’t remember telling you too’ Still facing away form him and showing him my butt cheeks up close, I found myself nodding fast, biting my lips, muttering ‘Sorry SIR’ and suppressed my initial urge to JUSTIFY my action, as I realised, here I am being ‘Purely dominated’ by him and despite the sting of the slaps and the initial shock, deep within the mind, I felt a longing to find out what’s to come next - as I am quite used to yelling at people and dominating them over and getting things done - but this , THIS, to be on the other end, seem quite different. He could sense too that I am very well getting the brief and he was equally pumped too as he pulled me back and kissed my stinging butt cheeks, one by one and pulled me closer, made me sit on his lap and whispered into my ear - ‘ I hope that was not too painful dear?’ as I quickly shook my head and whispered back ‘No sir’ while feeling his boner press my still stinging butt cheeks, he gently cupped my tits, casually pushing my arm off my chest, wrapping both his hands on my tits and gently tweaking both my nipples, while he bit my neck, gently, biting and pulling my managalsutra tugging at it playfully.

As I was getting comfortable and leaned back on to him and moved one of my hands over my head to caress his face, he suddenly pinched my left nipple making me YELP in shock as it did sting a bit. ‘AAAWW SIIIRRR’ I jumped to my feet, and stood facing him. He laughed and carried on, while lazily fingering my navel that was in his arm’s reach, ‘Yea, these two offences that you committed, they are quite severe!, you still need to be arrested for them for the next 2 hours!!!!’ Turning around kissing my butt cheeks and rubbing the reddened sections once again, gently, to make sure I am ok, he playfully slipped a finger up my butt crack and looking up at my face, ordered, ‘ Can you go to the cup-board at the far corner, open it, and bring me the BROWN BOX from the top shelf?’ I whispered ‘Sure sir’ feeling my still tender spots from my butt cheeks being rubbed nicely as I spoke and waiting for him to finish it, as otherwise, who knows, it might be another punishment.. and asked him gently, ‘Can I go now sir?’ Realising that I am waiting for his explicit permission, it was his turn to be impressed as he turned me over and gave me a big hug. ‘Vandana dear, like I said you are just EXTREMELY GOOD in anything you do, dear!’ and pecked my cheek and sat back, nodding ’sure off you go’

While I returned back with the big brown box, first thing I noticed was a pair of velvetty hand cuffs laid out right on the white pillow, inviting me!! I froze, looking at it- my fear and insecurities taking me over. He gently pulled me closer and as I stood next to him, he whispered, ‘Vandana, you don’t have to do any of it dear, if you don’t trust me. I assure you, its all the way playful and naughty!’ he said pulling me closer, resumed stroking my butt cheeks again gently. This time I sensed the pain’s completely subsided and the dull sting that was still there when he stroked my butt, actually felt good with a mild buzz, as he rubbed there! At that instance, it clicked to me, why exactly anyone would voluntarily agree to be swatted and slapped. apart from the emotional side of things this is the other kick that seemed to be driving people to this kink, potentially, being punished and then for several moments after - being looked-after did actually seem to have a mellowing aspect of ‘dependency’ to it.

As I nodded, he made me sit on the bed next to him and collected the rather large sized brown box from me. As I watched him, he took his time to open it. The box opens from both sides, but the side he opened had 3 neatly folder silk scarves in a green velvet padded base. I looked at them as my throat went dry already. Looking at me and looked back at the box he announced softly, ‘Oh the red one would suit you lovely!’ I saw him gently pull out the Red scarf, leaving the others, the gold and black coloured ones back and shut the box, placing it on the table nearby. I knew better to not ask questions, even though I wanted to scream at him to find out what it is for. My chest rose and fell so fast as he reached out and gently BUT SECURELY tied it around my face, blindfolding me - properly. As he was securing the knot, he announced, ‘At least your shyness level has come down a notch now dear, as you are getting more used to my presence in your current state. I blushed hearing it and nodded with a smile. As he complimented me, with the blindfold intact, I couldn’t see what he’s been up to and the next thing I felt was his hot breath on my tits and his warm tongue began flicking my left nipple up and down. Gripping the bed with both my hands tightly, I gasped, trying to see HARD, through the darkness of the blindfold!!!.

He chuckled and enjoying himself, came closer and whispered, ‘Lets get going then, shall we?’ and pushed me down on to the bed and pulled my legs to get me to the centre. I tensed up and began breathing faster, unable to see anything. After a few seconds, I sensed my right hand being softly grabbed and pulled up over my head and I sensed the hand being pushed against one of the bedposts. Soon, I felt the soft velvet wrap around my right wrist and as I heard the clicking sound, I let out an Audible gasp in shock... Soon he went through the same ritual with my left hand too, meticulously cuffing it. As I tried pulling my hands back to test, I felt a proper SLAP land right on my pussy lips, as I was yelping in shock, he laughed and mentioned, while lazily patting my pussy, drumming his fingers right over it, ‘Oh, looks like the police officer is under arrest today!!!’ and as I gasped again, lips quivering, wanting to respond to that, but controlling myself, he reached out with his other hand and poked my navel without any warning. It made me squeal and lift my right leg up in response.. Waves of pleasure running down me already to a level I’d never experienced in my life - being touched and played upon, while completely deprived of my visual senses was driving me INSANE!!! I heard myself groan softly as his finger gently drilled my navel while it was fingered lazily, as his other hand was busy locating my clit, by spreading apart my outer lips and rubbing around at the tip of my pussy gently, to locate. Of course, at my current state, he had NO PROBLEMS locating it, and as he pressed it down, I squealed and pulled my legs up again, not to protest or try to stop him, but just by impulse purely. He abruptly stopped all of his movements and I immediately dropped my legs and spread my thighs wider, whispering ‘Sorry Sir, sorry sorry’ , anticipating some punishment of sorts for this misdemeanour.

There was no response from him and I heard some rustling noise close to me. The new few passing moments were such a torment in terms of anticipation and excitement and finally I felt something sort rub around my right ankle. Before I made sense of what it was, I felt a knot tighten around my right leg and as I tried to move my right leg, i realised that I was tied to the bed post at the other end of the bed , restricting my range of movement of the legs. Soon the left leg went through the same and once he finished it, I was notified by another lightly stinging slap right over my pussy as I groaned, ‘Awwwwwww….’ and said ‘Sorry sir’ and smiled a bit, as I tried to work out how much I could and could not move my legs. I sensed I was properly spread-eagled, but still comfortable enough to move my legs so I don’t end up developing cramps. My smile widened as I realised that he is taking utmost care to make sure he doesn’t end up hurting me.

I had no doubt he must have seen the smile on my face! But I have no way of finding out what he is seeing now or what he is doing… for instance, I had no way of knowing that my outer pussy lips had spread apart just enough, as he had pulled my legs apart, wide enough, that ample light from the round cool-white ceiling lamp from his bedroom ceiling was FAITHFULLY exposing the glistening reddish pink inner lips and the unmistakably obvious clit at the head of it- in all its glory.

After some further rustling sounds, something fell over my face! Confused at first, but I knew what it was after the first whiff. DAMN its the shorts he’d been wearing that’s on my face now. Even as I was taking another deep breath greedily, to take in his masculine aroma, he pulled it back from me and chuckled catching me in the act and gently pinching my nipple, he shouted ‘You little slut!!!’ and at the same time, I could feel him climb over me. Next instance, he was sitting right over my midriff and I could feel his thighs down my waist on either side. ‘Little Sluts need to be properly tit-fucked’ he announced with a menacing smile and next thing I knew, both my tits were being groped and mauled. I gasped and groaned aloud, and shrieked, ‘SIRRRR… Uuhhh ,… huuhhh,… huuhhh…’ as he grabbed both my nipples with a measured roughness and tweaked them both, and while the tweaking and groping was on full flourish, I felt something very familiar slip between my tits from the base of my chest and as I was groaning and gasping alternating between moderate pain and INTENSE arousal from what is going, the full realisation dawned on me that he has been riding my tits with his massive erection! while happily mounting my cleavage, slipping his tool between my tits tightly squeezing them both together, as he rode me UP and DOWN a few times.

As he carried on, I felt his balls pressing down upon me during his every stroke too and this whole sequence was an utter revelation, despite ‘our’ moves starting off with minor issues like a lack of enough lubrication, soon, my own sweat and his endless sticky gooey mess of precum meant, soon he was enjoying a lot smoother slippery ride!!! Every time, he pushed his cock up squeezing my tits together, while scratching and poking both my nipples in tandem - it made me Grunt and Squeal, and I realised that YET again, I am building up towards something. But not only me, he realised it too and ONE more push and he took his erection off me and lifted himself up, kneeling over me, seeing me huff and puff - CLEARLY IN FRUSTRATION.

He leaned down and whispered, ‘Its called Delayed Gratification - my dear slut, I’ll make your first explosion here in my bedroom very memorable, but before that, you will need to brush your teeth clean OK?’ saying that, even as I blinked in confusion behind that blindfold wondering what he meant - THAT THING with the musky aroma and a mind of its own was gently pushing my already parted lips. I sizzled and GASPED in shock, as my mind took a double take, wondering if it really could be his thing? Just as I thought of it, that very same slithering snake I saw inside his shorts a few mins ago, has now been pushing my lower lips enthusiastically, signalling me through its gestures to get me to open wider. As his knees were pushing against my armpits, the tip of his monster is at the moment, busy applying lipstick to my lips with a generously dripping ooze!! Trying my best to get away from it, but in the end, intending to say ‘SIR’ I opened my mouth a BIT Wider and that was ALL that he needed and by the time I managed to say SIR - I was SHOVED IN!! Next instance, just purely out of impulse, I opened my lips wider and next thing I knew was a few things that happened… The tip of his tool was hitting the back of my throat slipping inside me like a bullet would slip through watermelon and his balls pushed against my chin and my nose bridge and nostrils were getting entangled in his healthy forest of pubic hair.

Unable to hold it in obviously, I choked and spluttered in gag-reflex. He immediately pulled out and stroked my hair gently and said softly, ‘There there dear? are you OK?’ as I nodded and even managed a smile, appreciating the sudden kindness, he began rubbing his cock on my chin casually while he spoke, resorting to his previous dirty lingo, ‘So, did you like that full ON, you slut?’ I smiled, wondering if I shout stay silent or say ‘Yes sir or something’ because I know, saying ‘NO’ won’t be an option, as I might be punished for that. LOL. Even as I contemplated, the second knock on the door was already there - his tool moved up from my chin to my lips. This time I quickly opened my lips wider, to avoid him getting adventurous again and shove in all the way through. As expected, he was much more gentle and slipped in BIT by BIT, and even half-way in, as I wrapped my lips fully around his tool, I even felt him slow down and let out a shudder and a few gasps and reach out to hold my head with his hands and mumble ‘ Ohhh babbyyyy’ . It felt like a mini-victory in itself, to see that he liked my efforts. Feeling elated, I slowly took him in and allowed him to move in and out of my mouth, feeling the whole bed shake along with us, as he gyrated gently, moving his hips holding on to the bedpost with one hand, while his other hand stroked my head… Feeling his hand guide my head, I let my mouth slide and glide along the length of his tool, making sure to not rub my teeth along its circumference and let my tongue rub, push and slip to the sides, giving a steady variation, and CLEARLY from his jerky movements and huffs and puffs and Ooohs and AAAAhs… and the random groans, he is having a helluva time too! I can feel that, even If I couldn’t see his face. This made me happy too.

Finally after what seemed like a few mins of this lollipop taster session, he pulled his tool out, and the way he slowly rubbed my hair, told me he loved it. He posted a random question, abruptly, ‘Are you a squirting girl?’ and as I heard it, still having the after-taste of his salty precum in my tongue as I quickly asked him again, ‘what do you mean sir?’ and he ignored me with a ‘never mind slut.. I’ll find out soon’ and chuckled and stepped off my body. I could hear him coming around the bed to sit IN-BETWEEN my spread-eagled legs!!! In a few seconds I let out a loud sigh as his hot tongue darted right deep into my Navel … I’ve had my navel fingered, licked and played with before, but this, with the blindfold- the unexpected pleasure- added so much more arousal.!! As I groaned aloud, I felt my pussy lips being spread wider and felt his 2 fingers enter inside me slowly and slip all the way deep. As I felt his fingers stuff me in and as they began wiggling inside me, I let out a loud guttural MOAN as it felt the so ECSTATIC getting my Pussy fingered - FINALLY!! His fingers inside me didn’t just Wiggle, but began flicking backwards, pushing deeper, rubbing the sides, scratching the inner wall, at varying pace - making me go Mad Crazy totally. I could sense he’s been acutely paying attention to my responses and would intensify a certain move if he feels I liked it more ! It’s like a 5 star hotel Chef is standing by your side, taking your priorities for a Gourmet Order himself - personally, adding his suggestions in along!!! Can’t get any better than that!

As I was too busy moaning and Writhing in pleasure, his other hand joined the party with the intention to topple me over the cliff. Slipping down from the top of my pelvis, expertly locating my large knob like clit at the top of my spread open pussy lips, he began to slowly scratch, poke and rub it with his fingernails. I Instantly SCREAMED at the top of my voice, and Jerked all over at every slightest little touch, unable to take this any longer. He LOVED the way I got jumpy and JERKY at his least little touches of my clit. ‘AWW Look how sensitive this slut is when her CLIT’s Played with..WOW’ he said chuckling, making me dance further, as I Grunted and screamed as a new very very intense wave of pleasure build up and pass through all over me , ‘AAAAAWWW.. SsS…Ssssssssiiirrr. .AAAHHH .. AAAH … AAAH … AA AAAAh… SSSS.. SSSIRRRRR .. Uuuuggghhhh… UFFFF…’ Screaming at the top of my voice I let go as momentarily all my senses blocked themselves out as an EXTREMELY INTENSE and a LONG PENT UP ORGASM just ROCKED ME through and through. I pulled my hands and legs so violently as my whole body shook through for sever long long moments and I was feebly hearing from what appeared a long-distance, the Major shouting at the TOP of his voice Utterly fascinated with his fingers still inside me wiggling like crazy ‘YEA BABY THAT’s IT ! WOW ! Look at the way you Squirt. ALL OVER ME, Oh MY GOSH!!! THIS IS SURREAL Vandana!! You are a SPECIAL WORK from the maker above!!’

As I slumped, feeling so intense and so thoroughly spent, my head too spent to have the energy to process what I just heard and I could only hear the low snigger of the Major as I was still hugging and puffing. ‘Now, THAT was amazing. I knew this would be intense, but nothing prepared me for your squirting prowess. HAHAA.’ as he said, some of your ’stuff’ flew all the way to my elbow ! WHOA, you are quite something!’ as he spoke, I heard the Brown box Open and the next second, I found myself SCREAMING again at the top of my voice, ‘SIR PLEASE ….. PLEASE NO .. NO … NO … PLEASE NOT NOW’ and JERKED MY HIPS Violently shaking from left to right and back - all over. The reason for shouting was he was running along my pussy lips on what I felt like a thin bird feather and as the Feather-tip slid along from bottom to top and circled around my clit, the feeling I went through in my head had NO WORDS TO EXPLAIN. My Whole Body has been HYPER SENSITIVE right at the Moments AFTER such an intense orgasm and the last thing I could take on was being tickled and teased with something like a feather, so I desperately pleaded him to stop this. As has always been the case before with him, my reaction only fascinated him even more. Needless to say, my horrified screams and gasps continued as he mercilessly tortured me for the next full 2 minutes by employing a PAIR of Feathers from his ‘toolkit’. I was on for a full-body treatment - ranging from both nipples flicked circled and teased with by the feathers OR the pussy lips and clit or pussy lips and navel tickled at the same time OR both my feet souls getting to say hello to the naughty feathers - all this while my begging and pleading asking him to stop were conveniently ignored and my JERKS and JOLTS to his moves were GREATLY Enjoyed and appreciated.

Finally when my own hyper sensitivity subsided after several minutes, he had slowed down and stopped too at around the same time - BUT, what I realised was, all this pecking, teasing and intense tickling has made me HORNY ALL Over again!!! While I was still catching my breath from all the shrieks, screams and high-pitched squeals of laughter, I was surprised to think that it had not even been about 5 minutes after such an intense one and here I am ready again. As I was contemplating if THIS must have been the reason why he tickle-tortured me like that, he patted my belly and asked, ‘Are you ready again Slut?’ I looked in his direction, stunned.

This time he quickly undid the leg ties and the hand-cuffs as I sat up, he spun me over saying softly - Not so soon dear, and planted a kiss at the back of my still blindfolded head. As I slumped back on to the bed, rubbing my wrists, I felt the brown box open quickly and as I carried on rubbing my wrists, I felt something COLD and jelly-like being rubbed RIGHT down my back orifice - up and along my butt crack, with the same fingers that were having a party inside my pussy a few mins ago. I screamed in shock while still being pinned down and sat over me by sir, ‘SIR WHAT IS IT?? SIR PLEASE’ and the only response was a ‘Sssshhh’ and he fell on to me to hold both my shoulders and just then I realised what the full intent was as his tool was rubbing along my butt crack to its full length, from the base of my pussy lips to the top of the crack. This time, even his tool felt cold, perhaps he has applied whatever he slip up my ass, onto his tool too. While these thoughts were slipping into my head, his tool gently pushed into my back orifice and began slipping in - as he knelt down between my legs and began ramming his tool down bit by bit inside me, from behind! I shouted aloud, ‘AAaaaaaaawwwwwwwww’ as it Hurt like hell, despite whatever lube he applied down there ! As he knelt up, he pulled me back up too, urging me to kneel up and I did too, as it seemed to provide slightly easier Access as I stood on ALL FOURs, resting myself on my arms and legs.

As I felt the tool slip in all the way, I felt my blindfold slip off too, as he decided to loosen it to allow me to go through the grand moment of me getting deflowered from my ass-virginity with my full faculties enabled, including my visual senses.!!! As soon as I could be able to see, the first sight that came to me was his hands mauling my tits as I was looking down when the scarf had slipped off. Seeing that alone was causing me arousal as I began to gasp again seeing ‘VISUALLY’ how his fingers were expertly tweaking my nipples Both at the same time. At the same time I felt his tool push deep inside me, from behind. It felt very painful at first, then weird and now after a few strokes of back and forth - there still is the burning sensation very much so - but not the level of discomfort earlier - as I learnt to put up with it sooner than I thought.

Seeing me in pain, he carried on for another 2 mins or so, then about 20 strokes later, squeezing my right breast and lazily fingering my navel with his other hand he whispered into my ear, ‘tell me if it still hurts and if its not enjoyable being penetrated from behind?’ THAT was the easiest question I had to answer all day along and I nodded a YES very quickly and turned to plant a kiss on his cheek - seeing how he is not just a Monster.

He slipped out of me immediately and fell on the bed with his arms wide and signalled me to come over him. As I looked down, that was the first time I saw his boner and I was shocked by the sheer size of it, but immediately jumped over him and grabbing his tool I asked enthusiastically - ‘How do you want it? with or without your hands tied?’ and GRINNED at HIM. He guffawed too and slapped the side of my buttocks with a loud slap , ‘Of course NOT tied! I want to play with these heavenly melons when I screw you!!!’ hearing that, still laughing aloud, while still holding his cock in one hand, I grabbed his balls with the other and laughed aloud, ‘SIR, you need to be careful now what you wanted to say to me! I have you now BY your Balls! Do you still want to play with my milk tankers?’ I asked him laughing and he laughed to ‘OHH No one should EVER underestimate you darling!!’ and opened his arms wide signalling me to come hug him over. Smiling happily, giving his balls a good gentle squeeze, I fell over to him, feeling to hug him and an intense and passionate lip-to-lip kiss followed where both our tongues pushed each other with a ferocity ONLY a passionate love can produce, turning us both fired up, as slowly through the kiss I lifted my thigh and adjusted myself, moving back a bit, to accommodate his mighty-Boner and with his hand guiding it in, It slipped into me bit by bit all the way through as I pulled back from the kiss and sat UP over his hip and looked at him**, filled with many things - My heart filled with content, My head filled with new skills and Knowledge and my groin’s currently FILLED with his mighty member, making his presence within me, very much known!!**

As I started riding him, gyrating my hips slowly, my mind said to me, ‘This is clearly DOUBLE the size of Ravi’s if not more!!’ as it automatically compared with the ONLY other tool that I had taken within in me, my husband’s - despite the recent fooling around with the Minsiter, Uncle, Panda etc. - none of them managed to do thus far, what the Major had achieved today. He managed to stuff me up on all my 3 holes with his mighty cock!! as he started increasing the pace, I told him sarcastically, ‘Sir this is so big, no wonder it hurt me when you pushed all of this inside from behind’ with a giggle, not minding the SLAP that followed promptly at my bum. It stung, but I just rubbed it off as we both rocked back and forth with me IN COMMAND, riding him, at my pace! It Felt Great, it felt amazing ! Finally I am Fucking some one PROPERLY or someone is PROPERLY fucking me! These were the kind of nonsense but elated thoughts going through my head as another buzz of pleasure wave- not as hurried as the one before, has been building up slowly within me.

As he was pushing his cock as deep as possible into me at every stroke and a push, he asked me, ‘Tell me dear, did you like what happened earlier, I mean, getting arrested there?’ he giggled as he asked as he playfully pinched my hip. I nodded immediately and grabbed his hand that pinched my hip and began sucking at his fingers. He groaned again, the same intense groan when I was sucking him off earlier too, that showed he LIKED what I am doing. Letting his wet fingers go I asked him back softly, ‘ And you sir? are you liking it?’ He grinned , ‘Are you kidding? I am Loving it!!! you are an angel’ mid sentence, he let his fingers drift over me and started fingering my navel again with his wet fingers while he began squeezing my tits and tweak my nipples with his other hand while intensely looking into my eyes, at the same time, taking in view in periphery the way in which I jumped up and down as part of my gyrations!

Feeling his finger poking and playing with my navel while my tits getting properly fondled, all that while I his monster of a tool is buried deep inside me and shuffling, wiggling and moving IN and OUT, rubbing along my slippery wet pussy wall, with its sheer thickness alone - was doing it for me. With that combination of things happening to me, it was akin to watching a meteor shower, so rare yet so spectacular!!! All the while, my hands were simply resting on his chest for balance, but as my finger nail, ‘accidentally’ flicked his right nipple and as I noticed him groan, a naughty grin erupted on to me and I pinched his nipples and BINGO, he was not as immune as I thought him to be. Beneath the rough and tough, I could see him MELT in my touch!!! I began increasing the intensity of my scratches, while speeding up my gyrations around my hip, feeling his tool twitch from inside me and his whole body somewhat stiffen up!!

‘Ooow… This is the area to target with your hands cuffed , of course!! I should have known this, look at your face!!!’ As I pinched both his nipples now, as he stiffened up and groaned, I kissed his hand still on my chest, while his other hand moved to my hip now, to direct my movements - to his pace and needs. Seeing that he is building up to his climax, I carried on flicking his nipples and even began kneading and squeezing his chest as if they were tits and I watched him fascinated as his whole body went into spasms and he suddenly grabbed my hands and pushed them away and grabbed my tits, and began mauling them both like crazy as he started jerking inside me with his face going wild and frenzy, with him repeatedly making deep guttural groans at the start of every stroke, as he cummed over!! As I watched him fascinated, riding him along, what he didn’t stop throughout was playing with my nipples and squeezing my tits. In fact my tits were squeezed that afternoon worse than the Stress-Buster Ball - but as a result of all of this, I myself was getting all wet and HORNY all over, with yet another fast building one within me as his fingers wouldn’t stop molesting my tits!!

He noticed that too just as he rolled away from me. He quickly pressed me down on to the bed and with one hand started gently drawing circles around my right nipple while planting his lips around my navel, letting his tongue dart and swirl around in full intensity at the same time with my Thighs wide apart, he let slip his middle and ring finger inside me while teased my Clit with his thumb as the other fingers wiggled inside me. He KNEW the Perfect recipe to COOK ME. Like I thought earlier, he was not only an excellent teacher but also a great student. Literally within 30 seconds I came through to another very memorable, spasmodic ROCKING orgasm in his hands!!!

As we both lay slumped on to the bed staring at the ceiling, the rain continued clattering. There is tonnes to do and even more to take care of. We’ve both left off the real-world away temporarily, using the rainstorm as a scapegoat to make Splendid memories for ourselves! We just slumped there in the bed, next to each other and dozed off soon, hearing the rain. Talking can come later as neither of us wanted to lose the MAGIC of the moment by saying something silly.

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