Chapter 2: Manushi Takes a Nap

“Kaise loge?” Manushi asked “Nangi ho jaoun?”

[How do you want to do me? Should I strip?]

“No,” Rohan shook his head “I like this dress. Isi mein chodoonga.”

[I will fuck you in this.]

“Ok, baby.” Manushi nodded.

“Kutiya ban ja.” He pointed to the bed

[Get on your hands and knees.]

“Yes, baby.” Manushi said and got on the bed. She pulled her dress up and got on all fours. When she opened her legs wide, her dress rode up even higher, baring her ass and pussy.

Rohan dropped his pants and got behind her. Manushi was a stunning beauty. Her shapely, sculpted body in that skimpy slutty dress, presented to him in that submissive pose, it made his cock throb. He took his thick shaft in his hand and placed his cockhead on her pussy hole. Manushi moaned as she felt it grind in her wet pussy hole. She knew what he was going to do. He always fucked her hard when he told her to take the bitch position.

“Ah, mumma!” She screamed as he pushed not just the swollen cockhead but a couple more inches of his massive cock into her tight, young pussy. She was already wet as she always was when he was near her and his cock head penetrated easily but stretched her tight hole painfully wide.

In the living room Kartik got up from the sofa and looked up toward Manushi’s bedroom.

“Kartik, sit down,” Madhuri chided him “it’s just Manu and Rohan.”

“He is banging her.” Tara said “She is his girlfriend, you know.”

“But ... but ... here?” Kartik could not believe it.

“Kartik, don’t be an aunty ji.” Tara said.

“Yes, Kartik, don’t be an aunty ji,” Madhuri said “They love each other. And we are not some backward middle-class family, we are evolved people. It’s a normal thing.”

Outwardly Kartik nodded while thinking in his head that that’s what they all were, they were middle class people with middle class mores. But apparently, where Rohan Oberoi was concerned those limits did not apply. He could still hear Manushi’s moans from above as Rohan fucked her in her bedroom while her mother was downstairs.

“Daal do baby, poora daal do na,” Manushi pleaded “please, poora andar daal do na.”

[Enter me, baby, enter me fully. Please penetrate me fully.]

“Not yet, Manu,” he kissed her bare back and licked along her spine, making her whimper “first tell me who owns you?”

“You do, baby, your cock owns me, my love.” Manushi lifted her head and kissed his cheek “Main to tumhari hi property hoon na, baby, tumhara hi maal hoon. Please andar tak chodo na. Main tadap rahi hoon tumhare lund ke liye.”

[I am your property, your possession. Please fuck me deep. I am craving your cock so badly.]

He increased his depth in her hot, wet pussy and Manushi gasped “Oh, yes, baby, yes. Aise hi chodo, aur andar tak daalo, please. I love your cock. I love how you fuck me like a bitch.”

[Fuck me like that. Even deeper.]

As his cock drilled her wet, hot cunt, Manushi was getting so hot that she was begging him non-stop to fuck her harder. Her words were getting more rude and explicit. It would be impossible to know that they were coming from a shy, sweet girl who belonged to a conservative middle-class family. How could that beautiful, sweet girl know such words suitable for a street whore?

Her gorgeous body in that slutty dress was turning Rohan on a lot. He kept fucking her deeper and harder, using his cock to stretch her tight pussy wide. It wasn’t long before Manushi was begging him to let her cum.

“Please, faster, baby. Please, Chodo na zor se.” She begged “I am so ready to cum, baby. Please, let me cum. Let your bitch cum, na, baby?”

[Fuck me harder.]

Rohan kissed her neck and whispered in her ear “You are my bitch, Manu. You belong to me.”

When his hot breath caressed her face with his dominant declaration making her body throb, Manushi lost control.