Chapter 32: Rohan and Shweta Have a Private Talk

Inside the bedroom, Shweta put the files on a side table and faced Rohan. He took her hand and pulled her to him. Wrapping his arm around her soft, slender body he pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. Shweta put her arms around his neck and pressed into his lips kissing him back with a fervour that showed that she had been waiting for it. His tongue licked between her hot, red lips and she invited it in with her tongue. Tilting her head to the side, she pressed harder to seal her lips with his as she drank his saliva.

He was rubbing her bare back as he fucked her hot, sweet mouth with his tongue. Shweta was cooperating with him in every way. She opened her legs so he could grope her as he wanted. She pressed her hot, hard tits on chest, crushing them there so he could feel her nipples digging into his chest through the clothes. She sucked his tongue, encouraging him to fuck her mouth deeper. When he moved one hand down to her ass and squeezed her ass cheek, Shweta moaned in his mouth and ground her pussy on his hard cock, feeling her body temperature rise.

The broke the kiss for want of breath. He let her out of his arms and looked her up and down. Her hair had been messed up a little which made her look even hotter.

“I understand you have sort of a business problem to tell me,” He said “do you want to tell me that first or...?”

“You will need to take charge of my business problem and me, Rohan,” she looked in his eyes as she touched her dress and it fell around her ankles “why don’t you start with me?”

“Damn! How can I say not to that?” Rohan’s eyes were glued to Shweta’s stunning, naked body but his hands were moving to take his clothes off.

Shweta stepped closer and started to help him. As she pushed his boxers down and saw his thick, massive cock sticking out like a tree trunk, she gasped.

“Oh, ma!” She wrapped her hand around it “Ye lund hai ya danda.”

[Is it a cock or a stick.]

“Danda hai, choot ko peetne ke liye.”

[It’s a stick, to beat the pussy.]

“Mmmm,” Shweta squeezed his cock and found that she could not close her hand fully around his girth “Rohan, meri choot phaad doge tum.”

[You will rip my pussy apart.]

“Yes, but phaade bina chhodoonga bhi to nahin.” He said and picked her up in his arms.

[I won’t stop without ripping it apart either.]

“God, baby, I am scared.” Shweta whimpered “You will hurt me, won’t you?”

He dumped her and mounted her “I am going to break you, Shweta,” he looked in her eyes “I am going to break you completely. I am going to make you my bitch. You don’t have a choice except to surrender and be my bitch willingly.”

She pulled him closer on top of her and rubbed his bare back “Baby, I have heard what you do to Manu. She is young but you still make her scream like a bitch. I am much older, baby. What are you going to do with me?”

“Not old, Shweta, experienced.” He rubbed his cock on her hot pussy as he looked down into her eyes “you are an experienced whore.”

“You think I am a whore, honey?”

“Oh, I know you are a whore, darling.”

She reached down, took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy hole “Are you going to reform me?”

“No, darling, I am just going to make you my whore.”

“Hay, ma, mar gayee!” Whatever Shweta had intended to say came out like a scream as Rohan pushed in and lodged his cockhead in her tight pussy. Shweta had become convinced when she turned thirty that her pussy was losing its tightness as she could hardly feel her husband’s dick in her when they fucked. She had started doing all kinds of exercises and yoga practices to make it tight again. A few years ago, she had found the Kegel execises and loved them a lot. Since then she did them everyday.

But now she was finding that the problem was not her, the problem was her husband’s tiny dick. She could barely feel it going in and out even after doing so many exercises, but as Rohan entered her she could feel it so tight that it flooded her body with hot, erotic pain.

“Ah, baby!” She whimpered near his ear “Aur nahin jaayega. It’s too big.”

[It won’t go any deeper.]

Rohan rolled his hips which made her moan with the fresh, he kissed her cheek “Jayega, don’t worry.”

[It will go.]

Shweta was breathless and scared. She lifted his head and looked in his eyes “Rohan, bahut mota hai tumhara, meri choot bahut tight hai. I am sorry, I didn’t know I was so tight. It won’t fit in me, baby.”

[Your dick is too big, my pussy is very tight.]

Just then Role pushed in once more and Shweta yelped. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the table as the fresh pain flooded her body. He kissed her neck and continued to slowly roll his hips without going any deeper. Shweta’s pussy was pulsing around his cock. He was only a few inches deep in her but Shweta was feeling like he was already breaking her from the inside.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips and stroked her hair as he looked in her eyes “you are going to be my possession. You asked me to take charge of you, remember?”

“But Rohan, ah, baby ... ah, it’s already too tight. Nahin fit hoga meri choot main. Dekho na already, hay ... kitna dard kar raha hai.”

[It won’t fit in my cunt. See, already ... how much it’s hurting.]

“The pain is part of breaking you, gorgeous,” He smiled and kissed her cheek “tumhein todoonga nahin to apni kutiya kaise banaounga?”

[How can I make you my bitch without breaking you?]

He could feel her pussy throbbing hard as he used those words and it make him smile more.

“Kutiya? Tum mujhe apni kutiya banaouge?” Her breasts were heaving with each breath and Rohan was loving how her hard, erect nipples were grinding on his chest.

[Bitch? You will make me your bitch?]

“Haan, baby, ab meri kutiya ban ke rahogi tum.” He lowered his body and his chest crushed her soft, firm tits harder. Shweta’s body felt the pleasure mix with the pain. She moaned.

[Yes, baby, now you will be my bitch.]

“Mmmm, but Rohan, I am your Manushi’s aunty. I am your saas.” She objected but even as she spoke, she was rolling her hips, squirming under him as his fat, hard cock felt good in her pussy even when it caused those ripples of pain to travel up through her body.

“And now you are under me, taking my cock like a whore, Shweta.” He smiled and kept his face close to hers “You will still be my mother-in-law but you will also be my bitch, darling.”

“But Rohan ... ah, mar gayee!” She closed her eyes and screamed loudly as he pushed in at that moment and sank his huge, hard cock deeper into her tight cunt. Shweta felt the hot pain take her consciousness like a huge waves demolishes the sandcastles on the beach. Yes, that’s what he was doing. She could feel it now. He was demolishing her pussy, systematically and without remorse, he was demolishing her tight pussy, taking her in his possession.

What was scaring Shweta more was that his cock was completely breaking her body apart but he was only about halfway in her pussy. She was genuinely terrified of what he might do to her pussy if he continued going deeper as he seemed intent to do. But even as she was feeling the pain overwhelm her, she was very sure that she could not ask him to stop. Not only was he the man of the family, she needed him desperately for her own business problem. She did need to let him know that he was hurting her. He didn’t seem to realise that his cock could really break her apart.

“Rohan, baby,” she rubbed his back “meri choot phat jayegi, don’t you understand how tight you are inside me?”

[My pussy will rip.]

He bit her earlobe as he kept her pinned under her “Tumhari choot, mere lund ki property hai, Shweta. Don’t you get that? I will nail you as I want when I want.”

[Your pussy is the property of my cock.]

Oh, so that’s what he meant by making her his bitch. Shweta was unable to find any response to that. But she would have been unable to speak anyway because just then he moved his hips back, pulling out of her a few inches. Shweta felt the relief of the pressure being eased in her cunt, but also the friction of his move made her body tingle so strongly all over that she moaned for a different reason this time. He pushed in slowly, only a couple of inches and again it took Shweta’s breath away. The way he was sawing in and out of her pussy moving only a few inches at a time and never going deeper than halfway was driving Shweta crazy. For the first time since he had mounted her she felt more pleasure than fear.

“Yes, Rohan, yes, baby,” She gasped “chodo, aise hi. Please, baby, faster. Saas samajh ke mat chodo, kutiya samajh ke chodo, faster, baby, thoda aur.”

[Fuck me, just like chat. Don’t fuck me like your mother-in-law. Fuck me like a bitch. Faster, a little more.]

“Kiski kutiya, Shweta?” He whispered in her ear, his breath warm on her tingling skin.

[Whose bitch, Shweta?]

“Tumhari, baby, sirf tumhari.” She was feeling her body get hotter and there was a huge orgasm right on the horizon. She needed this. She needed him. She needed just as desperately but for a different reason now “Kutiya ki tarah chodo, Rohan, apni kutiya bana ke chodo.”

[Yours, only yours. Fuck me like a bitch. Make me your bitch and fuck me.]

He listened to her and speeded up her strokes. It made her body so happy and excited that Shweta began to fade away from the physical world and retreat into her own bubble. Inside the bubble there was only her, and the man who could really own her. There was nothing wrong with that. There was nothing wrong with surrendering to his cock and becoming his bitch. It seemed like the most desirable course of action. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing. He seemed to know what to do with her. Her husband had never managed to make her cum even on their honeymoon. In all these years of faking orgasms, she was finally feeling real pleasure and she could not bring herself to feel any guilt about spreading her legs for the man who could do it to her.

Only once in her married life, Shweta had actually cheated. Her husband’s friends were always checking her out. Every single one of them had expressed their desire to fuck her. But Shweta had never given them any response. She flirted shamelessly with men to get her way in business. If a client CEO wanted to grab her ass before signing on the dotted line, Shweta smiled and encouraged him. But only once she had felt really tempted to actually fuck another man.

It was when they hired a student to do their digital marketing. He was handsome and Shweta had found out that he had a big cock. One evening when working late, it was only him and her. She had made certain flirting moves to hint to him that she was interested. The young man had taken the bait and Shweta had bent over the meeting room table to take his cock. He was not nearly as big as Rohan’s huge monster but he had been big and strong. He had been able to make Shweta cum and for the first time since getting married she had enjoyed sex with a man.

She had become hooked on it and frequently made opportunities for him to fuck her. He was a young man with a high sex-drive. Getting a chance to nail a beauty like Shweta had been right up his alley. He fucked her every time they got a chance. For five wonderful months, Shweta had been happy to have his dick in her at least twice a week. Then he had finished his internship and moved to Bangalore. Shweta had been left with her disappointing sex life.

Taking Rohan’s cock was even more exciting for Shweta. Not only was he bigger and stronger than that student, he was her niece’s would-be husband. He was part of the family. He could keep Shweta as his bitch forever. The slutty, erotic thoughts were adding fuel to the fire that Rohan’s cock was lighting inside her. Suddenly she felt a shock through her body that felt like the pre-cursor of a big explosion.

“Please, baby, please, Rohan, chodo na,” She pleaded “Zor se chodo na. Phaad do meri choot, main nahin rokungi. Please Rohan, zor se chodo, andar tak, andar tak daal do, baby.”