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Snobby Surma Ch. 02

By: uncannybal



Please read Part 1 before proceeding with this story

Summary:

Surma was a haughty, high society, over smart girl. Rakesh was a middle class, not so smart boy who was in love with Surma. He had lusted after her for months before one day deciding to make his move. He forced himself on Surma during a school trip out of town and made passionate love to her. He had unwittingly woken up a giant libido that refused to die. Surma was now his slut.

        **** Start of Story****

Surma had become obsessed with Rakesh and the pleasure he was giving her. She had never experienced this much pleasure before.

Her personality changed. From shy and haughty to wild and naughty.

Surma's father Karthik, was a rich businessman with a bad temper. He had no tolerance for anyone or anything he did not like.

Like all Indian fathers Mr Karthik wanted Surma to remain pure and virginal until her wedding day. So she was not allowed to socialize with boys or go to parties unaccompanied.

Surma had always been a nerdy girl who thought she was the smartest girl around. She had a fiery temper and would scream at anyone who double crossed her or lied to her. 

She was extremely proud of her debating accomplishments. All the trophies she received were placed in a special shelf in their home.

She prided herself on her fashion sense and only wore designer outfits and went to the most expensive beauty parlors and spas.

Her father indulged her and spent lavishly on her, giving her whatever she wanted. 

She was a spoiled brat and she knew it.

Surma studied in a girls school, so boys rarely visited their home. Except Guppy. He was Surma's relative and was acceptable to her parents.

Even Guppy was not allowed to go to Surma's room alone with her.

So when Surma asked Rakesh to visit their home, she first had to lay the groundwork.

She told her father and mother that she had befriended this very nice boy on her trip to Delhi. He was very rich and studied in LaMartiniere. 

LaMartiniere was one of the most exclusive schools in Kolkatta. 

Rakesh's father Ravi, was a working class man. He worked as an attendant in an amusement park. 

Surma told her father that Ravi was an investment banker who spent a lot of his time globe trotting.

Surma's parents were as snobby as she was and loved money and high society.

With a few lies, Rakesh had entered the high society world through the back door.

Now Rakesh was allowed to visit Surma's home, owing to his 'impeccable credentials.'

In spite of this, when Rakesh visited Surma, they were only allowed to sit in the living room and talk. The restrictions were stifling at first, but soon Rakesh realized why Surma wanted him to come to her home. 

She was excited by the restrictions and the accompanying danger involved in violating them.

Rakesh was invited to have dinner with the family as he was in the house when dinner was being served.

He sat next to Surma and slowly ate his dinner. 

Rakesh had been reminded several times to say that his father was an investment banker and not a lowly attendant at an amusement park.

As predicted by Surma, Mr.Karthik started to quiz Rakesh about his father. He enquired about where he worked and the countries he visited. Rakesh answered all questions calmly, much to Surma's delight.

Mr.Karthik was suitably impressed with Rakesh's credentials. 

Or in other words, Rakesh's father was rich enough to be worthy of his friendship.

Surma changed the topic to save Rakesh from any further embarassment.

Surma talked about her school and how the girls in her class were so naughty.

"Yesterday in Geography class, Deotima pushed the teacher's book off the table and said that it was the wind. It was so funny. We all laughed so much," Surma said excitedly.

"You should not disturb the class. There are students there who are serious about their studies. Why should they tolerate this kind of thing?" Mr.Karthik admonished Surma, extinguishing her excitement almost immediately.

Mr.Karthik turned to Rakesh for his approval. 

"School is for studying. Playgrounds are for playing. Each place has a particular function and that should always be respected," he informed Rakesh.

"Yes Sir," Rakesh said and continued to eat.

Suddenly Rakesh felt a soft, feminine hand creep up his thighs over his pants. 

Surma was still talking about her school. Her hand had reached his crotch and her fingers held the outside of his manhood over his pants and started to squeeze. Rakesh was becoming hard and she could feel it. 

"What the hell is she doing?," Rakesh worried as he tried not to look at her.

Surma kept talking like nothing was happening. Her hand however, was on a mission. She undid his zipper with her thumb and forefinger. Her soft fingers slipped into his fly and found their way under the side of his underwear. Surma's fingers were directly on his cock.

She delicately held Rakesh's growing erection in her fingers and gently started to move her soft hand up and down his growing cock. His erection was getting to the point of no return.

Rakesh squirmed in his seat wondering what her father would say if he knew what his innocent daughter was up to.

"How the hell am I going to get up after dinner?" Rakesh asked himself nervously.

By now Surma had gently pulled his hard cock out of his underwear and was holding and squeezing it. She moved her hand up and down his hardness, pulling his foreskin down below the head of his uncircumcised cock as she masturbated him. All the while she talked to her father and mother who sat right opposite.

"My father never allows me to go out to parties or talk to boys outside our house," Surma said turning to Rakesh. Her eyes revealed nothing of what she was doing under the table.

Surma was stroking his now rock hard cock, squeezing and rubbing the tip with her finger as she ran her soft hand up and down the hard shaft.

Rakesh smiled sheepishly and pretended to eat.

"You eat so slowly Rakesh," Surma's mother informed him. "Don't you like the food?"

"No, the food is lovely," Rakesh mumbled somehow.

"My daughter will not be like the other girls I see these days," her father thundered. "I see them running around with boys on their motorcycles and bringing shame to their families. Surma has been brought up to think only of her studies and her future. There will be time for all this sort of thing after marriage."

"Oh Yes," Rakesh thought to himself, "Lots of time for boys after marriage."

Rakesh's entire body was on fire and his heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hardly breathe.

"Yes daddy," Surma said demurely. Her hand never stopped masturbating Rakesh. She was rubbing the tip of his cockhead with her forefinger, back and forth, over and over. It was sending ripples of pleasure through his body. She gave his rock hard cock another hard squeeze, making him jerk forward in his chair.

"Are you ok, beta?" Surma's mother was genuinely concerned.

"I am ok aunty," Rakesh stuttered.

Mr. Karthik and his wife looked at each other and wondered why their daughter's friend was not as comfortable as they would have liked him to be. Little did they know that Rakesh was more than enjoying himself. He was choking on the pleasure of being in their home.

"She is a good girl our Surma," her mother piped in, "She studies well, she is good in extra curricular activities and she listens to what we say, always."

"Always," Rakesh thought, "Maybe you should look under the table and see what your obedient daughter is up to."

Surma's mother and father were starting to sound like they were selling their daughter to a venture capital investor's son. 

Rakesh's breathing had become visibly heavy as he felt sensations running through his body he had never felt before. The mix of fear, excitement and the sheer pleasure of being masturbated by a beautiful girl was making him feel faint.

"What if they found out my father was just a working class stiff? What if they found out their daughter was fucking an amusement park attendant's son, who was studying in Ashok Hall? What if they found out their precious daughter was masturbating me under the table right now?" Rakesh wondered.

By now Surma's hands were wet with his precum and Rakesh was ready to cum. 

He breathed deeply as he got ready to explode under the table. Surma noticed and sneezed to distract attention from Rakesh.

Rakesh sighed and spurted. Surma sneezed. Rakesh held the table tight as he exploded under the table. Surma pulled his foreskin down and squeezed his cock hard making him cum and immediately moved her hand to cup the tip of his spurting cock to collect his cum in her palm. 

She rubbed the tip of his cockhead with her thumb repeatedly till every drop of cum was released. Her cupped palm was full of cum by the time he was done. She had collected every drop.

" Are you catching a cold?" Surma's father asked her, "Have you been going out without a shawl?"

"No Daddy. Something just irritated my nose." Surma replied pulling her cupped hand full of cum away from Rakesh's lap.

Rakesh felt the complete relief of being spent and happy. He drank an entire glass of water and looked visibly more alive. He zipped up and looked enthusiastically around the table to see if he could contribute to the conversation.

By now desert had been served. Caramel custard pudding. 

Surma got her mother to put a little custard in her left hand which was dry, licked the custard off her left hand and put both her hands together and slurped Rakesh's cum off her other hand and rubbed both her hands together and wiped his cum all over her face. 

Her face glistened with his cum all over it. Rakesh looked at her in shock. Surma had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment.

He was in awe of her guts.

"What are you doing beti?" her father asked, irritated.

"Its good for complexion," Surma said, still wiping his cum on her face and breathing the aroma from her hands with a deep breath.

Mr Karthik and Surma's mother went to wash up. Rakesh and Surma followed obediently. Surma rubbed her breasts against his back from behind as she called out to her father, "Daddy, should I sign those papers today? Or can it wait till tomorrow?"

"No Surma. Today. I cannot wait till tomorrow." Mr Karthik snapped back.

Surma caught Rakesh's hand and pushed it into her Salwar Kameez bottom. The bitch was not wearing panties. She was dripping wet. Rakesh stroked her pussy a few times till the wetness was on his fingers. He quickly pulled out his hand on hearing her father return after washing up.

As Rakesh was washing his hands, Surma rubbed her breasts against his back each time nobody was looking.

She had become crazy about dangerous sex. 

They went to the living room behind her father and mother and Surma walked in front of Rakesh, put her hand back and squeezed his cock once more, before she sat down innocently.

Her father asked Rakesh a few questions about how risky his father's 'venture capital' business was, before yawning and saying loudly that he was going to watch TV. 

Rakesh took the hint and got up to shake Mr. Karthik's hand.

They said their good byes and Rakesh left through the front door.

As he was walking out, Rakesh heard Surma call him in a loud whisper. She beckoned and took Rakesh back into the house through the back door and up to her room.

Her mother was knitting in the living room and called out to Surma, "Is this boys' father rich?"

"Very rich ma," she said as she almost shut the door to her room.

Rakesh pulled her close to him and kissed her while his hands pulled off her bottom to reveal her naked body.

Surma's tongue shot into his mouth and he let her suck on his tongue.

Rakesh bent down between her thighs, spread her legs and started to lick her already dripping wet pussy. He could see she was really turned on by what happened during dinner. She was so wet, her pussy juice was dripping all over her thighs.He cleaned up her thighs back and front, licking all over.

When he turned to her pussy lips, just a few strokes of his tongue on her wet pussy and pussy juice spurted into his mouth as she came, moaning loudly.

Rakesh looked to see if her mother had heard her moan but either she hadn't or she was too lazy to get up and check.

Surma's body was shaking with her first orgasm.

She went down on her knees and started to lick his huge cock all over. She never ceased to be amazed at the size of it. She looked at it and held it lovingly. She had become crazy about his cock. She would lick it endlessly if he allowed her. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and would open her mouth wide and try to swallow as much of it as she could. She would take his cockhead into her mouth and surround the head with her tongue. Then she would rapidly move her tongue up and down the tip simultaneously squeezing from the the base of his cock to the head with her hands, driving him crazy. 

Then she would suck the head of his cock hard and release , suck hard and release and then envelop the head with her tongue, licking and sucking, all the while masturbating him with her hands. Then she would hold his cock head in her mouth, swirling the head with her tongue round and round, till he was delirious with pleasure.

Surma just loved Rakesh's cock.

Rakesh had already cum a few minutes ago during dinner but Surma's licking made him so hard he had to fuck her.

Rakesh had to literally pull Surma off his cock and into a standing position so he could fuck her. She was dizzy from the pleasure of licking his cock and he had to hold her for a minute till she got her balance.

He pushed her against the cupboard in her room and spread her thighs wide. 

He inserted the tip of his huge rock hard cock into her wet pussy. She gasped, put her arms around his neck, lifted herself, wrapped her thighs around his waist and thrust her hips against him, swallowing his cock into her pussy. She started to buck and thrust her hips against his cock like a crazy woman. They fucked against her cupboard noisily.

Suddenly they heard her father call, "Surma!"

"Yes daddy," she gasped while Rakesh was still inside her.

He kept fucking her, ignoring her dad just outside the door. 

"What is that noise? Are you ok?" Mr. Karthik demanded.

Instead of pausing, Rakesh was fucking her harder and harder, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

"I'm Ok. I'm changing," Surma managed to squeak.

"Beta I need you to sign this form. Come out when you are done," Mr.Karthik asked from just outside the door.

"Ok!," She squealed in a high pitched voice.

"Ok then. I am waiting in the hall," Mr. Karthik was puzzled by how strange she sounded.

Rakesh covered her mouth with his and kissed her. His tongue shot into her mouth.

Surma eyes opened wide, then she bucked and thrust herself up and down his cock till he came, spurting deep inside her. 

She shuddered in another orgasm, biting his shoulders. 

Surma had enjoyed the danger of it all immensely.

Shy, haughty Surma had become a sex crazy, danger loving, slut.

Surma begged him to stay the night so they could fuck some more. But he didn't want to give her too much too fast. 

He left Surma's home that night amused at the irony of it all.

Surma's high class parents thought their daughter was an angel who never even talked to boys. They wanted a rich, high class husband for her. They gave her everything she wanted and spoiled her rotten. 

And here she was, a slave to sex, fucking a low class boy from the poorest part of town. If only her parents knew what had become of their daughter.

Snobby Surma Ch. 03



This is part 3 of this story. Please read parts 1 and 2 before proceeding, to get to know the characters better.

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Summary: Rakesh, the buff, low class, so called 'dumb' boy from the poor part of town, has seduced the high class, super smart, sexy Surma. But Surma's best friend Deotima is jealous and insults Rakesh nonstop, upsetting Surma. How will Rakesh deal with Deotima?

*********** Start of Story ***********

Rakesh and Surma were now an item in Modern School. This, however, did not please everyone. Especially Deotima. (Refer Part 1)

Deotima was Surma's best friend.

She was devastatingly beautiful. 

Her dressing sense was impeccable. She was rich and she was arrogant. 

After all she studied in Modern School. The best school in Kolkatta. 

Her long flowing hair, her big brown eyes, her slim figure, her big breasts, her designer clothes, made her the cynosure of all eyes wherever she went.

But now the 'I am better than you' Deotima, was jealous. 

And she was covering up her jealousy with humour. Not endearing humour, but vicious humour, directed at Rakesh.

For example one day she approached Surma very innocently.

"Surma? Is it true that the dumbo Rakesh is working out in the gym to improve the 'body' of his arguments?" Deotima and Gunjan, another beauty, would break into peals of derisive laughter after such jokes.

"Surma, Is it true that if u give Rakesh a penny for his thoughts, he returns change?" 

Deotima seemed to be enjoying Surma's discomfiture at her rude jokes.

"Deotima, what is your problem if I date a guy from Ashok Hall? How does it affect you?" Surma asked, exasperated.

"Of course it doesn't matter Surma. Why would we care if your boyfriend cant count to 21 without getting naked?"

Surma ran off crying and Deotima and Gunjan rolled on the floor with laughter.

Surma stopped calling Deotima. 

Deotima used to be her best friend but the way she was behaving was atrocious.

Rakesh noticed Surma's depression.

"What's the problem poochie?" Rakesh was so used to her ever present exuberance, that he was not used to the down and out version.

Surma did not want to burden Rakesh with her problems and refused to tell him at first. 

But soon enough she relented and told him everything.

Rakesh was livid. 

Deotima? The same bitch who was staring at him on the train back from Delhi, was now denigrating him? 

The image of Deotima floated into his head. Her long straight hair, light brown eyes and big boobs on that slim frame.... 

He thought of an incident that happened a while ago.

After one of the debates, he noticed Deotima was wearing a low cut designer outfit. As she walked past him, her 'dupatta' fell down. 

She bent to pick it up and looked at Rakesh. He was staring down her dress at her breasts. She gave a wry smile and stayed bending down until he looked away.

He knew she had done it deliberately. 

He felt a shiver of excitement run through his body. 

He would teach her a lesson she would remember.

That night Surma and Rakesh went to a nightclub. 

Surma had lied to her parents that she was going to a friends house to study. 

Their driver, Bangu, was not the talkative type and Surma knew he would say nothing to Mr Karthik, Surma's father.

As Bangu drove them to the nightclub, he could see Rakesh in the rear view mirror. But he couldint see Surma, who sat on the other side. 

Surma moved next to Rakesh and instead of holding his hand, her hand slipped onto his lap and unzipped him.

Surma did not allow Rakesh to wear underwear. 

She took every opportunity to unzip him in public and touch his cock.

She would unzip him in movies or plays or even quiet corners in parks or malls, pull out his cock and masturbate him. She loved anything dangerous.

But this was crazy. 

Bangu could inform her father that she was having an affair. 

Mr Karthik had made it very clear that Surma could never 'run around' with boys. 

Here she was, stroking his cock while her driver Bangu, was not more than a couple of feet away.

As if that wasint enough, she slid on to the floor of the car and knelt in front of Rakesh. 

She smiled at him and dropped her head and lips onto his cock. 

She pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock and started to lick it.

Soon her head was bobbing up and down sucking on his cock as the car sped through the streets of Kolkatta.

Rakesh had to strain every muscle in his body to avoid looking down at her or make any noise, in case bangu noticed what she was doing. 

Surma had become so good at giving him head that she could make him cum whenever and wherever she wanted. 

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock in her mouth. 

She licked the tip back and forth over and over. Her hands moved up and down his cock, masturbating him while she sucked him off. 

She looked out and saw where they were. 

Five more minutes and they would reach the night club. 

She went into overdrive. 

She squeezed the bottom of his cock with just her index finger and thumb and rubbed along one particular vein she found had the maximum effect on him and sucked hard on the head. 

Then she licked rapidly back and forth on the tip.

She had a technique of sliding her tongue rapidly under the head of his cock and then rubbing it with her fingers. 

Her slender fingers were moving up and down rapidly on his cock along his vein. 

Rakesh could feel the build up of his orgasm and kept his face as straight as he could. 

Surma pushed his cock as deep as she could into her mouth, sucked hard on the head and waited for the inevitable. 

Rakesh tensed up and she waited knowingly. 

As she expected, he exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed greedily. 

She loved the taste of his cum. 

She smiled licking her fingers and lips and crawled back to her seat. 

She adjusted her hair and reapplied her lipstick.

Rakesh put his sated cock back into his pants and zipped up. 

He looked at Surma admiringly. 

Surma noticed his look and winked at him.

What a girl!

When Rakesh and Surma entered the night club the first thing they noticed was that Deotima and Gunjan were there at the night club. 

Surma deliberately avoided them. She did not want any trouble.

While he and Surma were dancing to a slow song, Rakesh felt someone staring at him nonstop. 

He realized it was Deotima. 

She was at it again. 

When he was not there she made fun of him and when she saw him, she stared at him. 

What did she want? 

He stared back at Deotima. 

She never left his gaze. 

There was so much sexual desire in her stare that he felt himself get hard.

Deotima looked radiantly beautiful. 

She had on another one of her designer outfits.

She had worn a purple 'kurti' over jeans. Her earrings were long and accentuated her long neck. Her purple designer 'bindi' enhanced the beauty of her eyes.

She had on a shade of lipstick that made her lips look delicious.

A shining designer pendant around her neck completed a picture of elegance.

Rakesh felt a shiver of excitement looking at her.

What a fuck she would be! 

Rakesh kissed Surma publicly. 

He was not usually affectionate in public. 

Surma was taken aback at first but enthusiastically returned his kiss and pressed her breasts against his chest. 

She felt his erection. 

She smiled. 

Her man was insatiable.

Rakesh saw Deotima's jaw drop in jealousy as she turned away seeing his tongue slip into Surma's lips.

After they left the nightclub Rakesh went back to Surma's house. 

He couldint wait till they entered her room.

Surma had stroked his cock all through the journey back. He was rock hard. 

Surma shivered in anticipation of having it inside her.

She knew he wanted to fuck her that night and dint try to make him cum. 

As soon as they entered her room, Rakesh and Surma pulled off their clothes in record time and fucked like rabbits. 

Surma noticed that Rakesh was on fire.

But what she did not know was that Rakesh was dreaming of Deotima. 

Deotima's lusty stare at the night club and even during the train journey was fresh in his mind. Her light brown eyes were mesmerizing. 

They bore through him and did not let go even when he looked back at her. 

Deotima never seemed to blink when she stared at him.

He could feel her sexuality pour through her eyes into him. 

Rakesh felt like she was raping him with her eyes each time she stared at him like that. 

Rakesh became excited thinking of her. 

He needed to fuck Deotima. Desperately.

But now he was fucking Surma.

He increased the speed of his fucking. 

Surma looked at him in surprise as he fucked her even harder. 

Rakesh was out of control. 

He began to give Surma a series of 'shock thrusts'. 

'Shock thrust' was a sudden and hard thrust into her with such force that Surma would wince in pain and pleasure. 

Just as she gasped and surfaced from the shock of the first one, he would deliver the second and then the third. 

Surma came again and again, responding to his wild fucking with a naughty smile on her face.

"Oh God Rakesh! You are like a man possessed! Ohhhhhh Goddddd!"

After they were done, they lay next to each other.

Surma looked up at him in total admiration. 

She was stroking his cock lovingly as usual.

"God, how did I ever live without sex for so long?" Surma whispered as she kissed Rakesh's chest repeatedly.

Her hand stroked his cock incessantly when he was naked. 

Even when they slept next to each other, he would find her hand on his cock when he woke up.

When they went out she insisted he not wear underwear. 

Every opportunity she got she would unzip him and reach for his cock. 

Rakesh totally enjoyed her 'cock craziness.'

"Surma, I have a plan to 'rehabilitate' Deotima." Rakesh announced while they lay next to each other.

"Rakesh, Deo is so mean to me. We have been best friends for years, And after all these years, she has started behaving so badly. I don't know what to do." Surma talked as if she had not heard Rakesh.

"Listen to me. I have a friend, Sushil. He is from LaMartiniere school. Very smart guy. Deotima will get along well with him. After all he is not from Ashok Hall!" He laughed derisively at his own joke.

" Are you sure Rakesh? Will Deotima like him? She is so fussy. See how she did not even slow dance with that guy she came with tonite to the night club."

"I noticed. That is why I am sure Sushil and Deotima will get along. She needs someone smart. If she has a boyfriend, she will leave you alone. She is frustrated and jealous. Trust me on this one Surma."

"Ok Rakesh. Lets try it. I trust you." Surma kissed Rakesh on the lips and let her tongue slide into his mouth.

Rakesh closed his eyes and saw Deotima. Those big breasts on that thin frame. Her long hair. Those penetrating eyes.... 

He got hard again, to Surma's delight.

They fucked for the second time that night. 

Their rhythm was perfect. 

Their bodies rocking in harmony against each other till Rakesh exploded inside Deotima.

When Rakesh opened his eyes he saw Surma stare at him in awe. 

What a man she had gotten!

Little did Surma know that he was fucking Deotima all the time.

The next day Surma caught up with Deotima in class. 

Deotima was surprised. 

Surma rarely talked to her these days.

"Rakesh has a friend, Sushil. He wants to talk to you. He is from La Martiniere. I have seen his picture. He is very good looking. Can I give him your number?"

"He is not one of these dumbos from Ashok Hall, is he?" Deotima asked warily, looking for signs of a practical joke.

"No. That is why I agreed to ask you."

"But I cant understand why he would be friendly with dumbo if he had any brains. I hope he's not another idiot. Okay.... Give him my number."

Surma was stung by Deotima calling Rakesh an idiot but kept quiet. Maybe once she got to know this Sushil, her behaviour would improve.

The next day Rakesh called Deotima.

"Deotima?"

"Yes."

"This is Sushil. I assume you knew I would be calling you?"

"So you are dumbo's friend? You even sound like him."

"Dumbo? You call Rakesh, dumbo? That is not very nice."

"I am not very nice as a matter of fact. I have a tendency of calling a spade a spade."

"Mmmmm interesting. I must admit, I don't like 'nice' girls. They bore me. Looks like you have spirit."

"Oh then you will love me. I am never nice!"

"I can see. And I am liking it already." Rakesh felt a stirring in his pants. 

His heart began to thump, thinking of those light brown eyes staring at him nonstop.

Rakesh talked to Deotima regularly after that.

Within a week he was ready to make his move.

"You know Deo, you are the kind of girl who would need to be taken by force and fucked. You would never like a guy who asked permission."

This was true. So Deotima was silent at the other end. Her breathing had quickened.

Rakesh continued when he saw no resistance to his sex talk.

" I know a place where we could go. It is lonely with a lot of trees and birds. My dad has a cottage there that we use rarely. I would like to take you there and kiss those lips of yours. Rub my lips against yours over and over till your tongue shoots into my open mouth. Then I would cup those breasts of yours. I know they are big. But they will fit in my palms. I would love to squeeze your bare breasts while I kiss you deep, my thumb rubbing against your hardening nipples."

Deotima was silent. But she was not asking him to stop.

"I would expose your naked breasts and take those nipples between my teeth gently and slide my hands between your thighs, caressing your wet pussy over your panties."

Rakesh could feel Deotima's breathing quicken. 

After all he knew about her sexuality through those stares of hers.

After Rakesh had phone sex with her that night, he got her to masturbate for the first time. 

Deo was hooked. 

Now he had her by her libido. 

She was his for the asking.

He waited for another two weeks before telling her he was ready to meet her.

They agreed to meet in a quiet park. 

Rakesh knew this park hardly ever had anyone around.

He was nervous. How would Deotima react when she saw him?

Deotima was early. 

She dressed in a dark green designer Salwar Kameez with an embroidered cream border. 

Her long hair was straight and left free. 

It flowed over her back nearly reaching her lower back. 

Her shoes were expensive Jimmy Choos with 3 inch heels. Her slender arms were bare as her dress was sleeveless. 

Her lips had on a nude lipstick that made her lips shine and look dripping wet. 

Her forehead was adorned with another designer 'bindi'.

She looked stunning and she knew it.

She waited anxiously for Sushil. 

She played with her phone, pretending to message someone. She was not used to waiting and she was getting angry. 

She tapped on the keys of her phone with her slender fingers. Her long finger nails were adorned with cherry red designer nail polish.

Deotima had a terrible temper. But right now her excitement exceeded her anger. 

She wanted to meet this guy who had penetrated her innermost being with his sensual conversation.

Rakesh walked up to her from behind and covered her eyes. "Guess who?"

"Sushil! I would know you from your voice a mile away!"

"No don't turn around just yet. I want to ask you some questions first." 

Rakesh moved closer to her and pressed his body against her back. 

His crotch was brushing her ass. 

She smelt heavenly. 

Her perfume intoxicated him as his face touched her lovely hair.

"Ok. But make it quick. I want to see you." Deotima sounded excited.

"Be patient. All good things come to those who wait."

"Oh so you are 'good things' now?" She giggled.

"Of course I am. Deo do you love me?"

"Yes I do. I have waited for you all my life."She said matter of factly.

"Do I turn you on?"

"More than anyone I have ever known."Rakesh moved closer to her so his forearms were brushing against her bare upper arms. He could feel an electric radiation from her body.

"Do you remember that cottage in the middle of nowhere that we were supposed to go to?"

"Yes." Deotima could feel the strength in his arms as Rakesh deliberately kept brushing his bare forearm against her arms. 

"Would you like to go there with me now?"

"Yesss. I cant wait!" She shivered in excitement feeling his chest rubbing against her back.

Rakesh spun her around quickly and kissed her lips. 

She shut her eyes in surprise and kissed him back.

She had waited so long to have his lips on hers. 

Her tongue shot into his mouth and she felt his hands on her breasts. 

She began to arch herself against him the way she had done so many times on the phone. 

Rakesh squeezed her big breasts in his hands through her clothes. 

His heart was pounding in his chest like it had never before. 

Rakesh had fantasised about this girl for so long. Here she was, looking so beautiful,in his arms, giving herself to him. 

Rakesh slipped his right hand down between Deotima's thighs and squeezed her pussy through her pant bottom as he continued kissing her lips to prevent her from opening her eyes. 

She thrust her hips back against his hand, allowing him to rub her pussy.

Suddenly Deotima opened her eyes and saw Rakesh.

She pulled back in horror. Her eyes were still only half open. She was in a stupor.

"Rakesh? My God. I knew it all along!"

"Then you are not surprised. This means it is possible for you to fuck a guy from Ashok Hall."

"You are such a bastard. I can't believe it. What will Surma say?"

"She will be glad that you have gotten over your phobia about guys from Ashok Hall, I am sure." He laughed nervously.

"You bastard!" She screamed and ran towards him to hit him. 

Rakesh veered to one side. 

Deotima tripped over her high heels and was about to fall. He caught her just as she fell and pulled her towards him. 

"There is no need for this drama Deotima. Your eyes told me your true feelings long ago." Rakesh was whispering into her ear and stroking her hair.

Her breasts crushed against him, he kissed her lips again.

"Lets finish what we started. I still need to lick this pussy and these breasts." As Rakesh talked his left hand was squeezing her pussy through her pant bottom. 

He felt Deotima shiver hearing his words.

Deotima had heard those words so many times over the last two weeks. 

She had dreamt of his hands on her breasts and his lips on her pussy every night. 

Now she felt Rakesh's strong body against hers and despite everything, she wanted him. 

Her tongue shot into his mouth in abandon. She responded and pushed her body against him.

Rakesh knew he had her. 

Deotima was ready to be fucked.

They kissed for a while and then Rakesh said. "Let's go someplace. Do you know any hotel?"

'My parents are out for the day. We could go to my place." 

Deotima could not believe she had just said those words to Rakesh.

They went to her car and travelled silently till they reached her house. 

Deotima was confused about what she was doing but her entire body was on fire. 

She had dreamt of this moment for so long. 

She needed to be with a man. 

This man had awakened every single part of her being over the last two weeks. 

She could already feel her pussy juice trickling down her thighs.

She knew she wanted to be fucked. Badly.

Deotima opened the door to her house with her key and Rakesh followed her inside. 

As soon as they entered her house, he pulled her towards him and kissed her lips. 

He did not want to give her too much time to think of what she was doing. 




Snobby Surma Ch. 04



"Rakesh?" 

 Rakesh's heart jumped. 

How long he had waited to hear that voice again.

Three months had passed since Deotima and Surma had stopped calling or meeting him.

Deotima had gotten married to a big shot white guy, Hugo. 

Surma was married to a venture capitalist, Suresh.

Rakesh had given up hope of ever hearing from either of them again. 

After all they were married to rich guys and were now part of 'high society'. 

What would they need from an ordinary boy born on the wrong side of the tracks?

Rakesh had taken up a job as a waiter in a five star hotel. It was hard work. And it left him hardly any time to breathe. 

But that was what he liked about the job. 

It kept him too busy to think about the past.

One evening he was working for a posh high society bash at the hotel.

The rich and the beautiful were all there. 

There was more clinking of jewelry than cocktail glasses. 

Then Rakesh saw her. 

Deotima. 

Resplendent in a maroon and gold outfit. Matching earrings and an elaborate designer bindi on her forehead. 

The lip gloss she wore on her shining red lips reminded him of a beautiful flower blooming.

Her lovely hair was tied up on top of her head.

Just the way he liked it. 

Deotima used to wear her hair that way whenever she wanted to impress him after a fight. She knew it drove him crazy with desire.

She looked the picture of elegance in her high heels with her long hair. 

Rakesh gulped as he felt his heart beat quicken. 

"God! She was so beautiful!"

But her eyes were not as bubbly as he remembered. 

They looked tired.

Rakesh continued serving drinks. 

Pretending not to notice her. 

As he served drinks & hors d'ouvres to the guests, he could feel her staring at him.

A shiver ran down his spine as he continued serving the guests, purposefully ignoring her.

He had seen Surma and Deotima in the papers now and then. 

Page three. 

Attending this inaugural bash or that fashion show. 

Rakesh's heart would thump in his chest and pine for them whenever he saw them. 

Then he would go to the gym and run on the treadmill. 

Faster and faster. 

Just to block them from his memory.

But it never worked. 

No matter how much time Rakesh spent at the gym, the painful memories of Deotima and Surma returned to haunt his every dream.

Deotima's breasts with her large nipples. 

Surma's eyes when she was giving him a blowjob. The way Deotima shook and shivered when she was having an orgasm. 

The way Surma never missed an opportunity to brush her fingers against his cock in public.

Sometimes he would wake up in a sweat in the middle of the night with the awful feeling that the best part of his life was over. 

Was it was all going downhill from here?

Tears streaming down his face, he would watch TV and slip into a restless sleep.

Now seeing Deotima in person brought all the those painful memories back. 

And he could feel the start of an erection that was going out of control.

He went to the hotel bathroom and undid his fly. 

His huge raging hard cock flew out of his pants. 

The relief he felt as he held his cock in his hands and started to masturbate was overwhelming. 

He started to think of the times he spent with Deotima. 

He remembered her huge boobs and her erect nipples. 

Ohhhh!! And they were so sensitive! 

Tonight, in her revealing maroon outfit, he could see the tops of her breasts. Swelling out of that dress. Nothing could hold those beautiful breasts.

How he had licked and sucked those nipples. 

How they would jump to his touch. 

And her pussy. 

Ohhhhh! It had a life of its own. 

Her pussy controlled the rest of her body. 

The moment she felt his mouth nearing her pussy, he would feel her hips start to thrust out at him. Like a greedy child reaching out for chocolates kept out of reach.

He would tease her endlessly as she screamed and begged for him to lick her eager pussy.

Then at last he would relent.

He would have to hold her down before he could get that first lick of her pussy lips.

She would freeze and then explode. 

Bucking and thrusting her hips shamelessly against his mouth.

Rakesh would take her engorged clit between his lips and suck on it until she came violently against his mouth. 

Shuddering and shaking in orgasm after orgasm. 

He remembered how she would scream so loud while he fucked her. 

Full throat screams.

Her tongue would dart into his mouth as soon as he kissed her. 

The force of all his memories of Deotima collected in his balls and exploded through the top of his penis.

He ejaculated so forcefully that his sperm hit the door of the toilet and trickled down slowly. 

He was breathing fast and hard as he opened his eyes.

He cleaned himself off, wiped the door and went back to the party.

As he left for home that night, his mind was enveloped in thoughts of Deotima. 

How beautiful she looked!

He felt ashamed. 

She was a high society lady now. 

Calm, composed, classy. 

Her wild crazy days were over.

And he, Rakesh, was just a waiter.

The glaring class difference was not that obvious when they were in school. 

But now it was screamingly obvious.

Back home as he lay in his bed, way past midnight, he was still immersed in his thoughts. 

His hands repeatedly stroking his large penis, ready to masturbate again. 

Then the phone rang.

He answered the phone, his thoughts still with Deotima.

Her voice did not register at first.

When it dawned on him he jumped out of his reverie, completely delighted.

His biggest fantasy had come true. 

Deotima!

Hearing Deotima's voice after so many months, awakened every muscle in his body.

"Yes?" Rakesh replied casually. 

He did not want to show Deotima how excited he was to hear her voice.

"Oh hiiii! How are youuu?"

Deotima's voice betrayed a false sense of enthusiasm that he could sense immediately.

" I am fine Deo. How are you?" he replied, trying to keep his voice balanced and controlled.

" I want to see you today. Come to the maidan by 3 PM? Don't be late." 

Deotima was not as authoritative as she always was. 

It was obvious that marriage had made a difference to the haughty Deotima.

Rakesh disconnected the phone and paused for a second. 

Then every cell in his body erupted in joy.

"Yesssss!!!" 

He screamed and punched his fist in the air, jumping uncontrollably. 

He left the house, went onto the empty streets and began to run. 

Nonstop. 

Faster and faster. 

Till he was completely out of breath. 

He collapsed on the stairs of a building, looked up into the sky and screamed, "Thank You God!" 

Rakesh could hardly sleep that night. 

The excitement was too much. 

When he awoke, Rakesh whistled nonstop and found a spring in his feet. 

He put on "singing in the rain" and danced like Gene Kelly. 

He hadn't listened to this song since the time the girls had left him. 

Now he was back!

To keep himself occupied, he cleaned his room. 

Rakesh knew he dared not think of the possibility of resuming his relationship with Deo. 

But he thought he had better be prepared. 

Just in case.

Just in case.

Rakesh went fifteen minutes early to the maidan. 

He went to the same spot where they had met for the first time. 

It brought back so many lovely memories.

He remembered how angry Deotima had been when she found out that he had fooled her into thinking that he was Sushil. (Chap 3)

And despite knowing he was a fraud, she had surrendered to the needs of her body. 

Her libido held primacy then. 

Was her husband Hugo satisfying her?

She was a married woman in high society now.

Could she allow herself to give in to her libido?

Deotima arrived on time and was dressed to kill. 

Rakesh watched her as she walked across the field towards him. 

Her designer clothes and understated jewelry made her stand out in those inelegant surroundings. 

But then there were no surroundings where Deotima did not stand out. 

She had straightened her hair. She looked as beautiful as ever. Despite having put on some weight.

As she came closer he noticed again, that her eyes had lost some of the radiance he remembered so well. 

The fire was missing.

"Hi Deo. You are looking as beautiful as ever," he whispered as he gave her a light hug.

"And you have been living in the gym it seems," she replied giggling, betraying how excited she was to see him.

"So. How is marriage treating you?" Rakesh asked her, looking straight into her eyes to get the real answer, despite whatever she may say.

"You are looking really good, Rakesh," Deotima said, avoiding his question and his probing eyes. 

She had a far away look in her eyes that seemed to say she longed for the days when they were together.

"Hugo is fine," Deotima said abruptly. 

She was definitely not fine. 

Rakesh could tell. 

Not just her eyes, but her cheeks were puffed up. 

Like she had been crying. 

The naughty look in her eyes was missing.

Deotima could feel his eyes probing her soul as she pretended to observe others in the park.

Suddenly she turned to him and stared into his eyes. 

A look of lusty longing. 

They did not break eye contact for over a minute.

Rakesh felt like he was swimming in the turbulent flood of Deotima's raging libido in that one look.

This was the same look she had given him long ago. At the night club. When he was with Surma. (Chap 3)

Rakesh felt the tell tale stirring in his loins.

Right at that moment Rakesh knew. 

If he played his cards right. 

Deo would be back in his life.

"What is it with white guys? Don't they understand our culture? Hugo's sister tells my mom that Hugo had a girlfriend. Then she tells them how she lived with two different guys before meeting the guy she is living with right now. How could she say that? And then Hugo tells my Dad that his brother is a school drop out and does not live with them. And that he is unemployed. Why does my dad need to know this stuff?

"My dad looks at me like, will your brother be influenced by their behaviour? I can see the thoughts running through his head!"

Rakesh listened patiently to Deo's ranting. 

Her lips were quivering like they always did when she was angry. 

Meeting Rakesh had obviously kindled the embers of a fire inside her.

Rakesh knew Deotima so well. 

When she raved and ranted about some non issue, he knew the real issue lay elsewhere. 

And this time Rakesh knew exactly what the real issue was. 

Deotima was horny and wasn't being satisfied by Mr. Hugo.

She needed Rakesh to put out the fire that was raging inside her body. Only he could swim through those wild flames and find the source of the fire.

Not one thing she was saying about Hugo was worthy of this much anger. 

The obvious, simple fact was that Hugo was lousy in bed. 

And Deotima's fiery libido was not being quenched.

The tempestuous, vivacious Deotima needed to be fucked into submission. 

Rakesh knew how much Deotima loved her orgasms. 

And Hugo was obviously not giving her any.

Rakesh suddenly felt a surge of power. 

Only he could satisfy this girl.

When she finished, Deo started to cry. 

Rakesh held her close to his chest and found her hands moving behind him feeling his strong body and his rippling muscles.

Rakesh took his chance.

He lifted her head and kissed her gently, rubbing her soft delicate lips with his, his heart thumping, awaiting her reaction. 

Deotima took the cue and slipped her tongue into his mouth. 

Rakesh's joy knew no bounds.

They kissed hungrily. 

Rakesh ran the back of his hands lightly over Deo's lovely breasts. 

How he had missed them!

"Can we go to your room?" Deo asked breathlessly.

"Lets go." 

Three months of sexual starvation was more than Rakesh could take.

"Your room is cleaner than I remember it" Deo said, teasing Rakesh as they entered his room.

"Well now that you don't come here to mess it up, what do you expect?"

Rakesh could not wait any longer. 

Deotima stood there like a beautiful goddess in his room. Alone with him. Waiting for him to make the first move.

Rakesh pulled her towards him. She came to him willingly. Lifting her lips to be kissed.

Rakesh knew. Deotima was his. He could do whatever he wanted with her.

He kissed her again and again. Her lips felt soft and shivered against his. Her tongue shot into his mouth as his fingers caressed the side of her face and his thumbs rubbed the soft skin of her neck.

Rakesh sucked on her tongue as she moaned in pleasure. She knew the feel of his lips and tongue so well.

Rakesh's hands moved down to cup her gorgeous breasts through her top.

Was she not wearing a bra?

Then he started to undo her clothes. 

She undid the jewelry around her neck as he unhooked her top. 

Her long lovely hair felt so soft and smooth against his hands.

Deotima had not worn a bra or panties. 

She knew how excited Rakesh got when she went about in public with no underclothing. 

And she knew she was going to let him fuck her today. 

She waited for Rakesh's reaction when he found out that she had come prepared to be fucked.

Men really have no control in these matters, no matter how much they may think so. 

Women rule the bedroom.

Rakesh undid her bottom and noticed the missing panties and looked up at her in pleasant surprise. 

So he really need not have worried so much. 

She had come prepared to get fucked.

Deotima gave an embarrassed smile that quickly turned into a gasp as she felt Rakesh's lips on her bare thighs after all these months.

Rakesh threw the bottom of her Salwar Khameez on the chair and now Deo was completely naked in front of Rakesh. 

He had never dreamed that he would see her beautiful naked body again. 

Rakesh felt his cock get so hard that he thought he would burst. This bitch was going to get so badly fucked today.

Now Deo wanted to see what she had dreamt of for so long. She was impatiently unzipping his pants. 

As she pulled down his underwear, her heart was pounding in excitement.

And then as she knelt before him, Rakesh's huge cock finally flew out of his underwear onto her face with such ferocity that she had to rear back to avoid being struck by it.

She smiled as she felt it whiz past her face.

Now this was a penis. 

Not that stupid tiny penis Hugo had given her.

Deo was mesmerized as she remembered her favorite toy. 

It was just as she remembered it. With that big vein on the side of it. 

She touched it, caressed it, played with it, kissed it, licked it, fondled it and stroked it.

She moved the foreskin back and looked at the purple head. 

Drops of precum were already forming in celebration of her arrival.

Watching Deotima's fascination with his cock, Rakesh realized that she had missed his cock far more than she had realized. 

She was unable to take her eyes and hands off it.

Rakesh let Deotima hold, squeeze, caress and kiss his cock endlessly as if she was reunited with an old friend.

Rakesh stood triumphantly and watched her. Deotima, a beautiful, haughty, classy, high society girl, kneeling before him, like she would before God, surrendering to the power of his manhood. 

He held her long lustrous hair in his hands. 

She had visited the most expensive spa where they had shampooed and dried her hair to make sure her hair was soft and smooth and her skin was scrubbed and scented. 

Just for him. 

Yeah baby. Suck that cock.

Rakesh stroked her hair like he was a God handing out blessings to the needy, feeling the power of being a man who had something that would bring even the most beautiful, high society girl down to her knees.

Deotima was one frustrated Bengali lady. 

And she was determined to rectify that today. 

Hell hath no fury more powerful than the rage and libido of a frustrated Bengali lady.

Deotima was sucking on his cock so greedily that the sucking noise that her saliva was making filled the room. 

Like a baby getting life giving milk from her mothers nipples.

Rakesh teased her by moving backwards. 

Deotima followed him on her knees without even looking up at him. 

Rakesh smiled at the irony of the situation. 

For three months he had wept in frustration without this girl and she was demonstrating that she had been even more frustrated than he was.

She was sucking on his cock like she was drinking water for the first time after months in the desert. 

The fact that he was just a waiter was the last thing on her mind. 

She just wanted to get what her body was craving. 

A real man with a real cock.

Hugo, her husband, may be rich but he had gotten himself a trophy wife. 

Watching Deotima on her knees in front of him, greedily sucking on his cock Rakesh realized, cock trumped money for his classy, high society Deotima.

Deo was sucking his cock and stroking it so vigorously that Rakesh was having a hard time controlling himself.

It had been so long. 

So long. 

Too long.

Deo was licking, sucking, squeezing his engorged cock so hard that Rakesh was beyond the point of no return. 

He leaned back and moaned loudly. 

Deo knew that moan so well. 

Her Rakesh was going to come. 

She looked up at him, made eye contact and squeezed his ripe hard cock with her dainty feminine hands. 

She rubbed the vein along the side of his throbbing cock as she licked the tip of the head glistening in front of her open mouth.

She squeezed his hard cock, feeling his strength, looked hungrily into his eyes, desperate for his approval and masturbated him with her fingers until he exploded into her waiting mouth. 

She swallowed his cum in gulps, not wanting to miss a single drop of this sexy, sexy man. 

She covered the top of his engorged penis head with her lovely lips and squeezed his cock hard, from base to tip, back and forth, sucking every drop.

She made sure he emptied his gorgeous cock into her waiting mouth. 

Then she looked up at Rakesh with her big innocent eyes, to see if he approved.

Rakesh almost fell to his knees. 

The feeling of exhilaration was overwhelming. 

Three fucking months. 

Three fucking months he had dreamed of this. 

Oh God! It felt sooo good.

Deo was still licking his balls and the base of his cock. 

How she missed this cock!

Rakesh fell on the bed and pulled Deo on top of him. 

Deo reluctantly let go of his cock, giving it one last squeeze.

She knew what he wanted. 

She lay naked on top of his nakedness so he could feel the weight of her naked body on top of him.

Her naked body on him was the best feeling Rakesh had had in a long long time. 

Rakesh could feel her bare breasts on his chest and her naked thighs along his. 

Deotima pushed his thighs apart with her knees and slipped in between them as she entwined her naked body with his. 

Deo knew what he liked. 

She started to rub her bare breasts on his chest so he could feel the pointy tips across his chest.

She knew he loved that.

Rakesh could feel her nipples moving across his chest like a live wire across his chest.

She was also continuously moving and rubbing her thighs against his, so that he could feel her soft skin caressing his body.

Rakesh was moaning as he felt his body tingle in pleasure.

Rakesh needed to tell Deo nothing. 

She knew his every need. His every desire.

Deo was kissing his throat as she rubbed her nipples and bare breasts on his chest. 

Rakesh felt like his body was on fire.

Deotima knew Rakesh would be ready for her again in minutes. 

She knew this man so well.

She ran her soft, feminine hands between his thighs and stroked his manhood, inviting it to play. Squeezing it gently.




Snobby Surma Ch. 05



*Author's Note: To truly enjoy this story please read the first four parts in category - First Time*

Surma looked gorgeous as she walked into Flurry's. She was dressed in a fawn, starched stiff, cotton Sari. 

Flurry's was a cake shop on Park Street in Kolkatta. They served the best cold coffee on the planet. 

Rakesh had never seen Surma in a Sari until now. 

He had seen her in a school uniform, jeans or Salwar Khameez. Now he realized that the mature version, in a sari, could be equally stimulating.

An indian woman in a sari could be most beautiful and elegant, especially if the sari is worn and carried off well. 

Surma's sari was a beautiful fawn color that showed off her clear complexion. Her blouse top was low cut and showed off the tops of her swelling breasts through the Sari. 

Her thick black eyebrows were delicately shaped and enhanced the beauty of her large luminous eyes. 

Her lips looked like they had just been plucked from an orchard of the juiciest of plums. 

Her bindi, on her forehead, was designer and matched the sari and earrings flawlessly. 

Surma was a picture of elegance and beauty.

Rakesh took a deep breath and his heart skipped a beat as he saw her. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins. 

She had worn her Sari low on her waist so that her flat tummy was visible, whenever her Sari was swept to one side. 

Trust Surma to carry off a sari so well. 

She looked stunning, gorgeous. 

Surma seemed to have blossomed after marriage. 

She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

That childish demeanour had vanished and was replaced by a womanly grace that was terribly alluring. 

She had a look of experience and maturity but she still had not lost that look of vulnerability that he craved.

Rakesh stood up to greet Surma when she arrived but she did not even seem to notice him there.

Surma looked around. Her long black, silky hair waving to the other customers. She pulled a chair before Rakesh could, and sat down.

As soon as Rakesh sat down she started with the verbal onslaught.

"What you are doing is very wrong Rakesh!"

"Calm down Surma! What did I do?"

The thought that this beauty had her eyes focussed on him had set his pulse racing. What lipstick was she using? Her lips never looked more delicious.

"I saw Deotima. I know you both are having an affair. I want you to stop it immediately!"

"But Surma, who told you this? This is not true!" Rakesh lied. Her eyes were sparkling like glowing coals.

God she looked so beautiful.

"Don't lie to me Rakesh. She told me herself !" 

Rakesh thought for a moment and realized Deotima would never tell Surma about their affair without informing him first.

"That is not true. She could not have told you that"

"Rakesh, I saw it in her eyes. I know Deotima since childhood. She could never hide anything from me. And she still cant. She looked so guilty. I saw this same look in her eyes the last time you cheated on me"

The waiter arrived and stood by their table.

"Surma, what would you like to eat or drink?" Rakesh asked nervously. How he wished she would smile.

He could feel himself getting an erection as he awaited her response. Her smooth arms and painted fingernails looked lovely.

"Cmon Rakesh. Lets go. I need to pick up something. We can talk on the way."

Rakesh apologised to the waiter who stared open mouthed at Surma. 

Rakesh and Surma left Flurrys together. 

The fragrance of Surma lingered on inside Flurrys enticing other customers long after she left.

As they sat in the back seat of Surma's fancy car, silently, her bare arm touched his momentarily.

Rakesh could feel a spark of electricity shoot through his body in that brief touch of her soft skin.

As the car hurtled through the streets of Kolkatta, Surma seemed preoccupied. She stared out of the window with a thoughtful look in her eyes. 

Rakesh knew the anger Surma was displaying was fake.

After all, why should Surma worry about his and Deotima's affair? It was none of her business.

When the car took a sharp turn, Surma held his arm for support. 

The electricity started to spark again. Rakesh felt a shiver run through his body at her touch. 

This girl was driving him crazy!

Surma ran her hand up and down his arm, almost without thinking and seemed to be feeling his bulging biceps.

She let her hand remain on his arm for a while. Then she slipped her hand onto his thigh. 

Rakesh's whole body was on fire now. His growing erection was becoming an embarrassment. What if Surma noticed it?

He did not have to wait long for the answer.

Surma's hand had slid onto his crotch. She squeezed his hardening penis through the crotch of his pants rhythmically. 

Rakesh looked at her but she refused to look back at him. 
What was she doing?

Rakesh could feel the blood rush to his rapidly hardening cock and he could not stop himself from flexing his cock muscles.

Without looking at him she unzipped his pants and pushed her fingers into his underwear and felt the hard base of his penis.

Rakesh's heart was pounding so hard, he felt like he was going to stop breathing. He was completely erect and rock hard by now and she could feel it.

"Surma, are you crazy?" Rakesh asked her breathlessly. He was breathing in gasps now.

Although the car windows had protective sunfilm that blocked out the sun and stopped anyone from outside from looking in, the chauffeur could smell a rat and inform her husband. 

Surma did not seem to care. She pulled out Rakesh's huge cock and encircled her fingers around its girth. 

The feel of Rakesh's cock in her hands again, after so many months, was exhilarating. 

Surma remembered this cock so well. Its firmness and size. The vein that ran along its length. The color of the head. She pulled back his foreskin. It reacted to her touch. 

Suresh's cock was nothing like this one. 

Suresh was her husband.

She began to stroke it, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the purple head. 

As she stroked it she let out a sigh and turned towards Rakesh and looked deep into his eyes. 

Her eyes were so full of lust. Rakesh could feel his heart pounding so hard inside his chest, he felt like he was going to faint. 

Surma squeezed his cock harder as she felt his excitement. 

She loved every inch of this cock and missed it terribly.

"Suresh is cheating on me," Surma said matter of factly. 

Her stroking fingers never left his rock hard penis.

"How do you know?" Rakesh was squirming and thrusting his hips upwards as she played with his most private part.

"He goes out of town for 3 days and stays for a week. When he comes back he is not so eager to have sex"

"Maybe err hmm he is just working... too hard?"

"I miss you Rakesh. I need you."

Surma's eyes were staring deep into his. 

Rakesh felt his heart jump again. 

How badly he wanted to fuck Surma. 

When he first saw Surma at Flurrys dressed in a sari, he had gasped at her beauty and elegance. 

As she had grown older she had grown even more sexy and desirable.

Those eyes. Those eyes. They held so many memories and promised a world better than this one.

And those delicate feminine hands that knew every inch of his cock and what he liked most. 

She had just been the envy of every man at Flurrys.

And that same woman was playing with his cock. In a car with a chauffeur who could turn around and see what she was doing.

Surma was always one for danger. With her guts she should have been a businesswoman.

Rakesh marveled at the fact that a woman as pretty as Surma was doing what she was doing to him.

He was indeed blessed.

Surma's thumb was rapidly rubbing the tip of his cock, sending shivers down his spine.

What a difference it made when a woman masturbated a man and when he has to do it himself!

She knew Rakesh would cum if she continued this. But she had other plans. 

So she stopped and reluctantly pulled her hand away. She licked her thumb and tasted his juices.

It took Rakesh 15 min to soften enough to put his cock back into his underwear.

Surma told the chauffeur to stop at Victoria Memorial. 

Surma led him to one of their old favourite spots. 

A dark corridor upstairs where not many ventured.

They stood around and watched to see if there was anyone around.

Then Surma dropped to her knees and unzipped Rakesh again. 

His big floppy cock fell into her waiting fingers.

Surma felt the thumping of her heart as she closed her neatly painted fingers around his manhood. She loved this cock. She never could resist it ever since she had first seen it. It was a thing of beauty.

She licked the sides and pushed the foreskin back. The sight of the head of his cock made her wet instantly. She could feel her juices squeeze out of her pussy as she rubbed her thighs together.

She sucked the bulging head and masturbated him into a full erection.

She was like an army general commanding her troops into an attention posture.

Her mouth greedily sucked him back to erection mode and then her tongue took over. Licking rapidly back and forth on the tip and squeezing with her hands. 

This was her old friend. How she had missed Rakesh's delicious cock!

Rakesh tried to hold back. How dare she scream at him at Flurry's? Who did she think she was? 

But this was his dear Surma. 

Voluptuous, sensual, sexy. Oh God what a beauty!

The super smart debater. Articulate, brilliant and sensual.

What a package!

How he had lusted after her for so many months when they were in school. 

Now the same girl was desperately sucking his cock in public. Like a whore. 

Surma was a married woman now. 

Married to a hotshot venture capitalist. 

A man who could quite possibly buy the hotel Rakesh was working at.

Rakesh looked down at Surma on her knees before him. Dressed in a Sari. Oh God she was gorgeous.

An Indian woman looked most elegant in a Sari. Posh, sophisticated. 

Maybe it was all those Indian movies where women in transparent sarees got wet in the rain and gyrated their bodies towards the man, teasing, tormenting him and eventually allowing just a mere peck on her lips.

What a sham those cock teasing movies were. 

Surma was the real Indian woman. Bold, daring and sexy.

And willing to give far more than a mere peck on the lips.

No cock teasing here.

On her knees, in front of him, cheating on her husband, Surma looked like a doll. 

Those lips that blew words into microphones enthralling audiences everywhere with her brilliance, were on his cock. 

Those lips that had just screamed at him in anger were playing a totally different role.

Surma was licking his cock so greedily that despite himself, Rakesh started to build up to an orgasm.

Rakesh suddenly realized that a married Indian woman was even more attractive than a single Indian woman.

Maybe it was the maturity that she had acquired with the experience of another man. Or was it her guts to challenge an established social institution like marriage?

Surma was an expert cock sucker. 
Why were some women so much better at sucking cock? It was her love for cock that made the difference. And Surma definitely loved cock. 

Its feel in her hands and mouth. The way it reacted to her touch. The pleasure it gave her when it went inside her body. 

This thing seemed to know every pleasure spot inside her body. 

You treat it well and it gave back to you many times over.

Cock deserved worship.

Surma noticed the slight jerking of his hips before he exploded. She knew what to do. She started to lick rapidly on the tip of his cock. First up and down and then side to side. 

Rakesh did not want to cum so quick. He wanted to drag it out and enjoy it for a little longer. 

So he pulled Surma off his cock and moved back.

Surma did not even look up at him. She had her eyes focussed on his cock and followed him on her knees to get it back into her mouth.

Rakesh moved back further.

Surma then looked up at him with such desperation and pleaded, "Rakesh give it to me!"

That look of desperation turned him on so badly that Rakesh stopped and allowed Surma to pull his cock back into her mouth.

She started to suck again. This time she was sucking so aggressively that Rakesh could not hold back any longer.

Rakesh began to shiver as his orgasm uncontrollably traveled through his body. 

Surma squeezed his penis hard with her slender fingers and masturbated him even faster, inviting him to give her his sperm. 

This was her favourite part. 

Just before explosion, Rakesh's cock became so hard that it was a throbbing piece of rock. 

Yet so silky to touch. 

Especially when he was so close to orgasm, she loved squeezing his cock hard, holding it tight in her hand, feeling the strength of his manhood. 

It felt like every ounce of strength in his body was focused in his huge cock at the time of orgasm.

And she loved it when he delivered all that strength into her mouth and went back to being soft and floppy. 

She was God for that moment. Sucking up his strength in that one moment. 

She his woman, was sucking all his strength into her soft, feminine body.

She felt stronger each time Rakesh gave her his sperm.

Her rapid licking and sucking on the head of his cock had the desired effect. 

Rakesh gave a huge sigh and exploded into her lovely lips. His semen spurting out of his cock and into her mouth.

Surma's lips were wrapped tight around his cock as he almost fell to his knees, shaking in orgasm. She did not want to let even a drop of this nectar of strength escape. 

Rakesh let all his sperm rush out of his penis into her mouth. Spurting hard and with force.

She squeezed his erect, throbbing manhood as he sprayed his sperm in three spurts into the back of her mouth.

Surma took all his cum into her beautiful, waiting mouth and swirled it in her mouth. 

She loved the taste of his cum. She lovvved the way his cum sprayed into her mouth.

Surma rolled her tongue in his cum as she enjoyed its slightly salty, unique taste. 

Male cum was an acquired taste, like caviar, that needed to be sold in bottles.

Slowly she swallowed. Gulping it all down.

Surma wiped Rakesh's cock clean with her hankie and wiped her mouth too. 
She put the hankie back into her handbag, got up and said, "Lets go."

Surma dropped Rakesh at his hotel and left.

Rakesh wondered what that was all about.

So both the girls were unhappy in their marriages?

Rakesh had heard Surma mention over the phone to somebody that she would be alone at home that afternoon.

Rakesh did not go to work. He left the hotel and went over to Surma's house.

Surma opened the door and exclaimed unconvincingly when she saw him, "Rakesh! You cant come in here!"

He went in and realized she was expecting him when he saw she was wearing a sheer nightie with no bra on.

"So you knew I would come haan?" Rakesh teased as he caressed her hair and rubbed his thumb along her throat and lips. He noticed Surma surrender to his touch.

"Would you like something to eat first?" Surma asked him nervously. She was sheepishly aware that Rakesh had caught her lie. She did not want to show Rakesh how excited she was to see him.

Rakesh pulled her towards him roughly. Surma instantly thrust her breasts onto his chest and exclaimed in false surprise.

"Rakesh I am a married woman now!" 

However Surma was staring lustfully into his eyes.

Her big brown eyes always got him. He could find oceans and several distant, unknown worlds in those eyes.

"You should have thought of that before you came to meet me at Flurrys." Rakesh said as he rubbed her nipples with his thumb through her sheer negligee. Instead of pulling back, Surma found herself thrusting her breasts towards his groping fingers.

"Rakesh someone could come in." Surma was desperately trying to save her dignity.

Rakesh's hands were between her thighs and reaching for her pussy. No panties.

Surma did not stop him. She held his strong arm as he blatantly explored her body.

"Do happily married women walk around the house without panties nowadays?"

"Rakesh. Stop it." Surma said staring unblinking into his eyes. She did not want him to know how desperately she wanted him to continue.

"YOU wanted to marry this guy. So learn to be happy with your husband Surma."

"Rakesh I made a mistake."

"What time does the big boy come home?"

"In another three hours."

"I want to meet him."

"Really? You serious?"

"Now serve me lunch."

Surma served him lunch. She was staring at him nonstop.

After lunch, Rakesh helped her clean up,brushing against her body several times. 

Then he led her to her bedroom.

Rakesh lay down on Surma's bed. Obediently Surma lay down beside him. 

"I need to take a nap." Rakesh commanded and shut his eyes.

Surma lay down beside Rakesh.

Surma could not control herself anymore. She had tried hard to portray herself as the ideal Indian housewife but she could not continue the charade any longer.

She 'accidentally' ran her hands and knees over Rakesh's cock several times, while pretending to sleep next to him. 

Rakesh slapped her hands away each time she tried to unzip him. 

She opened her eyes and stared at Rakesh with such desire that Rakesh had a hard time controlling himself.

Surma had become Rakesh's slut puppy.

He turned her around and held her from behind till she quietened down. All the time he rubbed his hard cock into her ass. 

Surma tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldint let her. 

Rakesh felt her tummy and thighs and breasts and did not allow her to take off her negligee.

Surma was wriggling and twisting trying to turn around and let him take her.

However Rakesh would not allow her.

Finally it was time for Suresh, Surma's husband, to come home.

Surma and Rakesh took a shower together. Again Rakesh did not allow her to suck him off. 

Surma managed to hold his hard cock in her fingers a few times but he pushed her hands away each time.

He had gotten Surma and himself into such a heightened state of arousal with all his denials, that both were ready to explode.

When Suresh returned home from office, Surma introduced Rakesh.

"Suresh, meet Rakesh. He is an old school friend. He just dropped in out of the blue!"

Suresh and Rakesh shook hands and Suresh excused himself to go freshen up.

The cricket match was about to start and Rakesh called out after Suresh. 

"The cricket match is about to start. Do you watch cricket?"

"I love cricket! I came early just to watch the match! Surma get the whisky and soda. Lets watch this game together with our new friend."

Surma was in such a heightened state of arousal that Rakesh caught her staring at him with such lusty eyes that he had to motion to her with his eyes to stop it.

Rakesh and Suresh watched the game together cheering for the Indian team and getting totally involved in the game. 

Inspite of his warnings, Rakesh could feel Surmas stares every now and then. 

Rakesh deliberately avoided her lustful stares.

He knew that she was wondering what he was up to.

The TV was on one wall and there was a huge sofa in front of it. Behind the sofa there was a gap until the wall.

Rakesh stood up and moved to the gap behind the sofa.

"Why are you standing? Sit down." Suresh admonished Rakesh, motioning for Rakesh to sit next to him on the sofa.

"No. Let me stand for a while. Its good for my back. " Rakesh countered.

Rakesh stood for a while and when Surma went to the kitchen to get more snacks, Rakesh waved to Surma to come behind the sofa.




Snobby Surma Ch. 05



Surma admonished him by opening her eyes wide until she saw that Rakesh had unzipped his fly and had his huge cock out.

Her expression changed as soon as she saw his hard cock. 

Rakesh could see the lust in her eyes almost instantaneously.

Surma lost all her pride and dignity when she saw his cock.

She silently came behind the sofa and dropped to her knees.

Surma took Rakesh's hard cock into her mouth while her husband sat just a few feet away.

Rakesh screamed when the next wicket fell and slapped Suresh's hand from behind the sofa while Surma sucked his cock.

Surma was greedily sucking his cock making up for being denied all afternoon.

Suresh, her husband, sat just a few feet away on the sofa oblivious to the fact that his wife was sucking another man's cock right behind him.

Rakesh pulled Surma closer, making her gag as he fucked her mouth.

"Oh God! This is the best performance ever!" Rakesh exclaimed to Suresh.

"I love all this deceptive play and 'right behind their back' tactics!" 

Suresh chuckled at Rakesh's humor.

"Oh Yes! It is like fucking a lioness right in the lion's den!"

Suresh guffawed, enjoying Rakesh's word play. 

Surma sucked Rakesh noisily since the TV volume was so loud.

Surma was pulling his foreskin back and licking the head and then masturbating him as she sucked some more. 

She loved Rakesh's cock. Every sensation in her mouth awakened when she felt Rakesh's cock in her mouth. She rubbed the vein on his manhood and licked the head back and forth and side to side, repeatedly.

Aaah this was the first and only cock Surma had ever sucked.

Suddenly Suresh called out. 

"Surma!"

Rakesh had to tear Surma off his cock, pry her greedy mouth away from his cock. She was swaying in a daze. 

He wiped some pre cum from the side of her lips and pulled her up onto her feet. 

She was still swaying in a stupor. Rakesh slapped her face to get her out of her dazed mode. She opened her eyes wide at the slap and promised to get back at him with her eyes. Her temper always turned him on.

Surma was so much in love with Rakesh's cock that she went into a trance while she was giving head.

Surma ran to the kitchen and wiped her mouth again before coming out

"What is it Suresh?" Surma asked anxiously. She was still a little dazed.

"Where are you? The chips are over!"

"I am making dinner. And don't scream! Let me get you some more."

She gave Suresh the chips and pretended to go back into the kitchen. 

But she turned right around and came back to Rakesh. 

He thrust her back on to the wall and kissed her deeply. 

Her tongue shot into his mouth eagerly.

She responded shamelessly arching her back towards him and dropping to her knees. She was eager to suck him some more. 

Rakesh had other ideas however. He pulled her up to her feet, pulled down her pants and took her from behind.

Rakesh pushed his cock so deep into her dripping wet pussy that she moaned loudly. 

Thankfully the TV was so loud, Suresh did not hear her.

Rakesh was not surprised at how wet she was after the way he had to pry her lips off his cock and the way she was acting like such a slut all afternoon.

Rakesh fucked Surma from behind rhythmically, in and out, in and out, till she was thrusting her ass onto his cock eagerly.

"That was a hell of a shot! Reverse sweep! Doggie Style I call it!" Rakesh called out to Suresh.

"Hahaha You have a good sense of humour Rakesh." Suresh said as he slapped Rakesh's palm in acknowledgement without even looking behind.

Surma was rotating her ass round and round as Rakesh fucked her from behind and the danger of it all was turning Rakesh on immensely.

He remembered how Surma had always been turned on by danger.

Now he had caught the disease.

Rakesh fucked Surma mercilessly from behind as she moaned in pleasure. 

Surma always loved it when Rakesh got rough. 

Whenever he got rough he became so hard. She loved that.

Surma used to get him angry several times with fake fights just to get fucked by his extra hard cock.

Rakesh had a lot of pent up frustration and he took it out on Surma.

Surma loved it when Rakesh took his frustration out on her. She felt needed and indispensable. 

After all a woman who could help a man take out his frustration was a woman in control. 

Surma loved being in control. 

A man could never leave a woman like her unless he wanted his frustration to build up to unbearable levels.

Rakesh slapped her ass and fucked her harder and harder.

Surma was moaning in delicious pleasure.

Rakesh bent down to cup Surma's soft, firm boobs. They swelled at his touch and filled up his palms.

Rakesh loved the feeling of her boobs swelling at his touch. He squeezed her boobs and fucked her harder.

Surma knew Rakesh was enoying fucking her so hard and thrust backwards and up and down to feel his hard cock move inside her.

Rakesh felt her soft firm thighs against his body thrusting with gay abandon despite her husband being a few feet away.

Rakesh loved the danger of it all and felt himself cum.

He thrust harder and deeper into her and Surma knew by the swelling of his cock that he was about to cum.

Surma thrust back at him, matching him thrust for thrust, till he spurted into her.

Surma held her mouth as she came, feeling the full force of Rakesh, as he spurted into her, again and again.

Surma felt Rakesh spray his cum deep inside her and could feel his cum hit the back wall of her pussy. She had always enjoyed the feel of his spray hitting the back wall of her pussy and she came instantly. 

Surma shivered as she came against Rakesh's cock, shaking and bucking against him.

Rakesh felt her naked thighs all over, feeling her soft skin on his palms and the curve of her hips and ass. 

What a beauty she was.

His cum was dripping down her thighs. 

He had collected a lot of cum in his balls with the teasing all afternoon. Now he had spurted it all into her eager, waiting body.

He had wanted to experience dangerous sex with Surma and now he was satiated.

Surma pulled up her pants and went to clean herself up. 

Rakesh excused himself to go to the bathroom to wash himself off.

By now Suresh had too much whisky and was drunk. 

He was blabbering well before the match ended. 

So this was another problem Surma was facing. 

A husband who drank too much.

Despite all the noise Rakesh and Surma had made towards the end of their mindless fucking, Suresh had not looked back once.

Rakesh lost all respect for Suresh. 

He hated anyone who could not hold his drink. 

Rakesh saw many rich, successful people at the hotel losing control after a few drinks. 

"What is the need to drink if it makes you lose control and humiliate yourself?

"Why do people who cant handle booze, drink? 

"Avoid those things that make you lose control.

"Booze, gambling, drugs and whatever else makes you lose control of yourself.

"Avoid these like the plague, if you are not yourself when doing it. 

"Our primary focus should be to remain ourselves. 

"Not to lose ourselves and become slaves to anybody or anything.

"Slaves achieve zilch. It is those who maintain control over themselves who achieve anything in life." Rakesh's uncle Santosh had told him long back. He was right.

When they went to dinner, Rakesh sat opposite Surma and ran his feet up and down her soft, firm thighs. 

She had changed into a skirt and had not worn any panties. 

Rakesh stroked her pussy with his toes , back and forth until he could feel her pussy lips totally wet between his toes. 

Surma sat next to Suresh and looked adoringly at her man. Rakesh.

She spread her thighs to enable him better access to her pussy.

Surma could not take her eyes off Rakesh despite sitting right next to her legally wedded husband.

Suresh was already drunk and oblivious to what Rakesh was doing to his wife, right next to him. 

Suresh wasted most of his food and Rakesh watched as Surma took him to the bedroom and tucked him into bed. 

Rakesh pulled Surma into the living room as soon as she was done.

While Suresh slept in the bedroom right next to the living room, Rakesh pulled off his wife's top and skirt.

Surma had worn no panties or bra. She was expecting this. 

Rakesh had changed since Suresh had come home. He was not teasing her anymore.

Naked, she came into Rakesh's arms and began to undo all his clothes.

When both of them were naked, Rakesh pulled a willing Surma towards him and kissed her deeply.

Then they walked naked past a sleeping Suresh and took a shower together and washed off the sex they had earlier behind the sofa.

Surma gently soaped Rakesh and spent a lot of time on his growing cock. Rakesh returned the favour by soaping her wet pussy.

The feel of her beautiful naked body against him was so good that he was rock hard despite having fucked her just over an hour ago.

Surma's body was just as beautiful as he remembered. She had put on a little weight since she was not in a happy marriage but now that she was fucking again she would lose the extra weight in no time. Surma needed to be happy in bed. She loved her orgasms.

They toweled off after the shower and again walked naked past Suresh to the living room.

Rakesh pulled Surma into his arms and felt her soft body against him.

He kissed her lovely lips and licked her neck. She looked even more beautiful naked than she did with clothes on.

As he kissed her, he felt her tongue slide into his mouth. They caressed each others tongues and kissed for the longest time. Surma was an awesome kisser and Rakesh felt like he could keep kissing her delicious lips forever.

Surma licked the tip of his tongue and then slowly sucked the rest of his tongue into her mouth, sucking it in and out, in and out, of her lips.

Rakesh rolled his tongue round and round hers and slid his tongue over hers and then under hers repeatedly. Then he sucked on her tongue and tasted her saliva. She tasted heavenly.

Rakesh licked her under her arms and then under her breasts, tracing the curve of her breasts. He licked around her boobs over and over till her boobs tingled and she was begging him to lick her nipples.

Rakesh teased her for a long time licking around her nipples and then finally he sucked her nipples into his lips.

Surma moaned in delight and pulled his head closer to let him lick her nipples some more.

Rakesh licked around her nipples round and round, teasing her. 

Her breasts were not big like Deotimas' but her nipples were large. They say large nipples indicate a very sensual woman.

Rakesh moved down her body to her tummy. He licked around her belly button for the longest time and then went to the curve of her hips. He licked the gap between her belly button and pussy and then the side of her pussy. The curve of her hips was so pronounced that her hips seemed to flare out and then merge with her thighs. He ran his fingers along the curve as he licked the inside of her thighs.

Surma was moaning and groaning constantly, enjoying the feel of Rakesh's lips and tongue on her body. 

Surma's tongue was out of her mouth. When she got excited her tongue was always out of her mouth.

Surma had a lot of sensations in her tongue. This is why she loved giving head so much.

Even while kissing , her tongue repeatedly slid in and out of Rakesh's mouth. Or she would suck Rakesh's tongue into her mouth. She could kiss and suck cock endlessly since she could get an orgasm just with the sensations on her tongue.

Rakesh now licked down her body.

Her lovely tummy was so soft and involuntarily jumping and jerking at every touch of his tongue.

Surma was moaning loudly as she was wont to do. Luckily Suresh was too drunk to wake up and see what was going on.

Rakesh teased her mercilessly.

He licked just above her pussy and around it. Surma was groaning and begging

"Please Rakesh! Pleaaaase! Don't do this! I need you so badly!"

Rakesh kept teasing till her begging was continuous and without reservation.

"Oh God! Rakeeesssshhhh! Lick it! Lick it pleaaase! Just lick me now! "

Rakesh continued teasing Surma, licking around her pussy lips, the sides and her thighs.

Surma was jerking her hips alarmingly towards his mouth begging constantly for him to suck her clit.

Finally Rakesh slipped his finger into her dripping wet pussy> His finger went into her wetness easily. 

He curled his finger upwards inside her and rubbed the back of her clit. Then he bent and licked her clit while rubbing the back of her clit and g spot with his finger.

Surma gasped and held her breath for what seemed an eternity. He had never done this to her before. 

Then she exploded. Shivering and shaking and screaming so violently in her first orgasm that Rakesh was sure Suresh would wake up.

'Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Rakeshhhhhh! Oh God! Rakeshhhhh! Ohhh! My God! Ohhhh!"

Surma was bucking and shaking so hard, Rakesh stopped. 

But she pushed his fingers back and pulled his head down to her pussy. She wanted more.

Rakesh waited till her shaking subsided and pulled her on top of him. 

He stole a look at the bedroom.

Suresh stood at the doorway.

"Surma?" Suresh called out

"Go to sleep Suresh! I am watching TV!" Surma called out while ducking behind the sofa.

Suresh went back to bed.

Rakesh held the shaking Surma close and kissed her. 

That was a close call! 

But Surma had handled it beautifully.

Surma seemed unaffected by Suresh standing at the door. 

He could have seen them!

But Surma knew her drunk husband too well. She knew he was too drunk to register anything.

Surma kissed Rakesh unabashedly. Arching her body shamelessly towards him.

She had become a complete slut.

Rakesh had one more experiment to try on Surma.

He put his fingers between her thighs and rubbed the tiny space between her pussy and asshole, over and over.

He rubbed it back and forth, back and forth and then pushed his finger into her ass.

Surma gasped and thrust her ass against his finger till his finger was deep inside her.

Rakesh pushed two fingers into her ass using her own pussy juice to lubricate it.

Once her ass was distended sufficiently, Rakesh decided she was ready for ass fucking.

Rakesh then slipped his cock into her ass and started to fuck Surma.

Since Rakesh's cock was so big, it took a while for Surma's ass to expand to hold his cock but then Surma began to enjoy it. She let him fuck her ass deeper and deeper.

Surma moved on top of Rakesh while he was still in her ass.

Surma was on top of Rakesh bouncing up and down on his cock moaning loudly in pain and pleasure. She could feel the tightness of her ass lips around his hard cock.

Surma relished the feel of Rakesh's cock in her ass. It felt so full and hard inside her.Even the pain was delicious.

Rakesh's continuous stroking of the space between her asshole and pussy had made the blood rush to the area and now Surma was experiencing sensations that she had never experienced before.

She was so tight as she bounced on his cock that Rakesh could feel her ass squeezing his cock into orgasm.

Rakesh then pulled her by his side and fucked her sideways while cupping her boobs. Her boobs had swollen to fill his palms and Rakesh fucked her ass slowly and deliberately from the side.

Surma lifted her thigh as high as she could so Rakesh could fuck her easily.

By now Surma was begging to be fucked silly. She cared about nobody and nothing else.

Rakesh kissed her lovely lips while he fucked her. His chest was rubbing against her smooth back. Surma loved this position as she could feel Rakesh's arms around her while he fucked her.

Oh God! How she loved being fucked by this man!

After many minutes of this, Rakesh turned her over.

He wanted to take her from behind.

Surma obediently turned over and stuck her ass in the air so he could take her.

How obedient women are in bed! 

Out of bed they could be tigers when necessary and when unnecessary, but once they have the prospect of an orgasm ahead of them, they were capable of being so pliant and obedient!

Surma was in a state of complete surrender.

But this was the beauty of being with a woman. All those contradictions and mystery.

Rakesh fucked Surma on the same couch where Suresh had just been sitting. 

Surma's whole body was on fire since afternoon. Rakesh was as insatiable as she remembered him.

Surma had never forgotten Rakesh. 

Even after marriage, each time she fucked Suresh, she guiltily remembered Rakesh.

His big cock. His caring, giving nature. His excellent understanding of her needs would flash before her mind's eye.

He always made sure she was satisfied before seeking his own satisfaction.

Rakesh knew that once she was satisfied, she would ensure his satisfaction no matter what.

And boy did he satisfy her! He seemed to know every inch of her body and how it worked and where her pleasure points were.

Suresh on the other hand, had always been a bad lover. He was so focused on his own pleasure that he did not even think of Surma. 

Conceit and self obsession are the worst aspects of any man.

When a man thinks he is self contained and does not need anybody, he is useless in bed. 

Until a man accepts that he needs others to fulfill himself, he is lousy in bed.

Once a man realizes that he is better off taking the help of his woman, he is far more giving and accepting. And so is she.

Rakesh understood that very well.

He had given up his ego a long time ago. 

He accepted that he was better off with a woman by his side.

He was willing to give and willing to take

And because of this, he got. And boy did he get!

Surma finally felt like a woman again. 

"Only a good orgasm makes a woman feel like a woman." Surma thought to herself. 

And only Rakesh and his big cock and his generous attitude could give her the orgasms she required to feel feminine.

Surma started to cum as Rakesh fucked her from behind.

His cock was so deep inside her that it was rubbing her g spot repeatedly sending sensations of pleasure through her body.

She was thrusting her ass so eagerly towards him, urging him to give her more and rubbing her G spot on his cock so tantalizingly that her entire body was tingling and exploding with sensations she had not felt in a long while.

"Rakesh! Oh my God Rakesh! I love you so much! Rakessssh! How can you do this to me?! Oh God! Please let me cum! Let me cum my darling! Oh Godddddddd!"

Rakesh let Surma cum on his cock and felt her wetness as he came inside her. 

Surma could feel the pleasure of her orgasm wash through her body. The orgasm seemed to start in her pussy and then shot through her entire body to her heart and brain. Even her feet were tingling. 

Spurting deep inside her, Rakesh felt her orgasm as he shivered in pleasure. 

He spurted again and again as she thrust as ass back to accept every drop of his cum.

How she loved this man and his fucking!

Rakesh held Surma tight as she came against him. Surma clung on to Rakesh as he spurted into her. She could feel the spray of his cum in the back of her pussy wall and held him tight.

They stayed in this position clinging on to each other for several minutes before they unclasped and kissed. 

Surma looked at Rakesh with such adoration that he knew he had her forever.

They held each other close for what seemed like hours.

Then he released her and slowly pulled her to her feet.

Naked they stood up and entered the bedroom.

They both went naked past Suresh to the bathroom and washed up.




Snobby Surma Ch. 05



When he returned, Rakesh flopped back on the sofa and closed his eyes in complete satisfaction.

There was no relaxation or meditation better than the feeling after a good fuck with a great woman.

Surma sat in front of Rakesh and kissed his cock. How she had missed it.

She remembered this cock so well. She felt the vein that ran from the base to the head of his cock and admired the strength of his penis.

Rakesh lay back and allowed her to play with him. He was always flattered by her unabashed admiration for his cock. 

Surma never shied away from effusive praise of Rakesh's cock. She made it clear in no uncertain terms that she was madly in lust with his male member. 

She was a woman through and through. Feminine and delicate physically. She was not ashamed to admit that a man like Rakesh kindled the soul of her being. When he was around, she needed nobody else.

He made her feel more feminine and beautiful than she ever felt when she was without him.

He completed her and invoked senses inside her that she wished existed but dared not hope to ever discover.

She wanted him to have all of her. 

Surma was a reticent woman most times. She never revealed all about herself to anyone. 

Everywhere she went she noticed men staring at her. She knew she was beautiful.

Maybe it was the woman in her that wanted to remain mysterious. 

Maybe it was the fear of being uncovered with nothing else to reveal. 

But with Rakesh she had no such fear.

When she saw Rakesh at Flurrys, all the old feelings came rushing back.

She wanted him instantly. 

Rakesh was a man she could reveal all of herself to.

She always felt that the more she revealed to him, the more he would uncover. 

He could bring out feelings and aspects of her that were yet unknown even to her. 

A woman tries to be mysterious only when she is afraid that revealing all would lead to a man losing his interest in her. 

But with a man like Rakesh, revealing a lot only gave him motivation to discover and uncover more. 

And she always met his challenge and uncovered more of herself. 

This is why Rakesh was so important to her. 

She wanted to know more about herself. 

What more secret strengths and abilities did she have? 

What would he uncover today?

Rakesh was insatiable. Not just in bed. 

He never ceased in his quest to find out more about Surma. 

He loved women with a passion that men rarely had. 

He did not just want to uncover them physically.

Physically they were different from each other of course. 

And he loved the fact that they were. 

But he went beyond that. He wanted it all. 

He wanted to know what made them strong. 

What made them weak in the knees and vulnerable.

What their innermost desires were. 

What parts of their bodies excited them the most. 

What parts of their minds needed to be stimulated. 

Did they like dominating men? Or weak, needy men? 

Did they secretly have any desires that he should know about? 

Did they have any fears he could dismantle? 

Or maybe they had some insecurities that he could reveal and destroy and make her even stronger. And more loving. 

Rakesh loved empowering and emboldening women. 

And that is why they loved him. 

They knew he would make them much better people than they were before meeting him. 

And that was possibly what gave them the biggest orgasms. 

He indulged them when it came to their pleasure and denied them when it came to any cover up of their insecurities. 

This is why women revealed and released so much of themselves to him. 

They knew they were not just safe but enabled and encouraged by him. 

Surma had a secret desire to be dominated and taken by force. 

Rakesh realized it was because she was a twin. 

Surma had once told Rakesh that she had treated her twin sister very badly when she was young and got her into a lot of trouble. 

Her twin sister never knew that Surma was the cause of her anxieties and felt victimized and fearful. Eventually Surma confessed to her sister and begged forgiveness. 

But Surma always had the guilt of having done her sister wrong and made up for it, ever since, by being extra nice. 

She was no longer capable of hurting and getting people in trouble since that incident. 

In fact she went overboard trying to please everybody and displease none. 

But inside her was the bad girl waiting to get out. 

She wanted to be controlled lest that bad girl inside her escaped and hurt someone. 

Rakesh had taken Surma by force and had fulfilled this dark fantasy. 

Surma was forever in Rakesh's debt and waited for him to fulfill her fantasy, over and over. 

And Rakesh never failed her. 

This understanding of her innermost desires, got Rakesh closer to Surma than any other man could ever get. 

This is why, as soon as Suresh cheated on Surma, Rakesh was back in Surma's life. 

She knew she needed Rakesh desperately and the cheating Suresh had given her the perfect reason to get Rakesh back into her life.

Rakesh was the quintessential ladies man.



Snobby Surma Ch. 06



*Please read the earlier parts before reading this story to get the full effect of the storyline*




Rakesh got a call at the hotel. To his surprise it was Suresh, Surma's husband.

"Rakesh I need to speak to you"

Rakesh gulped. 

Had Suresh found out about him and Surma?

Why dint Surma warn him in advance?

Maybe she did not have time to inform him. 

Rakesh was desperately seeking some justification for this.

"Yes Suresh. Anytime." Rakesh tried to remain as cool as he could.

Okay so what? If Surma was in any trouble, he would marry Surma. 

She would get a fat settlement from Suresh and moreover, she was rich anyway.

"Can we meet at the Trident hotel at the bar at 3 PM? Is that convenient?" 

Suresh would never be so polite if he knew something was up between him and Surma. 

Rakesh breathed a sigh of relief. 

Then he felt a tinge of regret. 

He suddenly realized that he dint mind being married to Surma.

"That's fine Suresh. I'll be there."

"Oh good. See you soon then."

Rakesh walked into the Trident bar wondering what Suresh wanted. 

The plush interiors of the hotel made him feel a tad uncomfortable. He was used to entering such facilities only as an employee. Not as a guest.

Did Suresh need some personal information about Surma? Was he investigating her? Now? After marriage?

Suresh was already there and stood up to greet Rakesh. He was dressed in a smart blue shirt and black slacks. He looked every bit the businessman that he was. Rakesh gulped. 

He realized that he had fucked this man's wife.

"Hi Rakesh. Sit down please."

"Thanks Suresh. Nice place."

"Yeah. I like this place. Its called the Library bar. They have some great books. First editions of many of the classics."

"They have one of the best gyms too." 

Rakesh spoke with a tinge of excitement in his voice.

"Aaah you certainly look like a gym type of person!"

"Haha Yeah. I always spent a lot of time on my body. Maybe I should have spent more time on my brain instead!"

"Rakesh. I have a rather serious matter to discuss with you"

"Go ahead Suresh. What is it?"

"Lets have a drink first. What would you like?"

"I'll have a fresh lime soda please."

Suresh waves to the waiter and orders a whisky for himself.

"Rakesh. Do you know I have diabetes?"

"No Suresh. I am sorry to hear that."

"Yes. But the real problem is that certain types of diabetes cause sexual dysfunction. So I am unable to perform in bed."

Rakesh stayed silent, not knowing what to say to such a confession.

Suresh continued. "Rakesh I know that it sounds like I am giving you too much information but you will understand shortly why I am telling you all this.

"Surma accuses me of having an affair but its not true. She is a very sexual woman and the simple fact is that I am not able to satisfy her sexually."

"Why is he telling me all this?" Rakesh's inner voice is screaming. 

Rakesh's discomfort with this conversation is obvious as he is not saying anything and is shifting in his chair.

"The reason I am telling you all this is that I have a proposition for you. This is very difficult for me to say. So give me some time to say it."

Suresh finished his whisky in one gulp.

"Surma told me that you are unmarried and work in a hotel. I am willing to pay you three times your salary to keep my wife sexually satisfied."

He took a pause. 

"There I said it."

Rakesh almost dropped his glass.

"Suresh! What are you saying?"

"Yes Rakesh. It has been a very difficult decision to make but I cannot afford to lose her. I love Surma dearly."

"But will Surma agree to this?"

"She was the one who suggested your name and invited you over the other day so I could see you.

"That is why I got so drunk. The thought of another man sleeping with my wife was terrible. But now I have accepted that this is the only solution if I want to avoid a divorce."

"The bitch! She knew I would go over to fuck her!" Rakesh was thinking to himself. 

But at least she had thought of him.

"Three times my salary just to fuck Surma? Wow!"

Rakesh was singing songs inside his head.

Outwardly Rakesh was finding it hard to keep his cool. This was the best news he had heard in a long time.

"Rakesh I trust you. I know you will keep my wife happy without any strings attached."

This sounded like a threat but Rakesh was beyond caring.He let it pass.

"Three times my salary to fuck Surma!" Rakesh's mind was in a festive mood.

"Let me think about it Suresh. This is quite an offer! I cant imagine sleeping with another man's wife!" 

Rakesh was trying hard to contain his excitement by now.

"I know Rakesh. You don't look the kind of person who would do that. I guessed that when I first saw you. I am a good judge of character."

After they left the restaurant, Rakesh called Surma.

"So you knew I would come that day after all, haan?"

"Rakesh I coudint resist you. You saw that."

"So Surma. Whose idea was this?"

"Mine! What did you think? I need Suresh's money to survive Rakesh. He thinks that I will leave him. But I cant. This way I can have both money and sex."

"Are you making me a gigolo?"

"Oh and you really hate that don't you? Being paid to fuck me. How horrible!" 

Surma then became serious. 

"Rakesh I warn you. You cant fuck Deotima anymore. If you fuck Deotima, the deal of off."

That silenced him. 

Surma wanted money and her orgasms?

So why could'int he have both her and Deotima?

Rakesh knew Surma could not fuck anyone other than him. She was not a slut.

But he could not leave Deotima. Those boobs! 

He decided he would worry about that later.

Now he needed to celebrate. 

Rakesh's joy knew no bounds. He could'int believe his luck!

Three times his salary!

He decided not to leave his job. 

"Let them kick me out," he thought. 

If there was any problem he could always go back to his job. 

Moreover, what if Suresh dint pay?

But he could'int leave Deotima. She was too precious.

Rakesh's phone rang.

"Hi baby."

It was Deotima.

Was life good or what?

"Hi sweetie! Whats up?"

"Just missing you. Havent seen you in a while"

"Your husband out of town?"

"Oh you devil. You think that's the only time I call you?"

"When did he leave Deo?"

"I just got back from the airport."

"Okay I'll come over in a while."

"Okay big shot. What time? I'll get myself ready for you."

"Ill be there by 7. Okay?"

"Yeah that's fine. What do you want for dinner?"

"Lobster."

"Mmm someone's in a festive mood!"

"Mmmm maybe. I got a raise today."

"Great! Then let's celebrate!"

"Muaaah!"

"Muaaaah!"

Rakesh thought of the arrangements for his new deal. 

Deotima could know nothing of this. 

Her husband went out of town so much of the time anyway. And she lavished gifts on him. 

All his clothes were top designer stuff, thanks to her.

Surma could never tell Deotima that her husband was paying him to sleep with her. 

And Deotima could never admit to having an affair.

Mmmm It all seemed neatly tied up. 

If only they dint know each other, it would be a perfect situation. 

But life is never perfect.

Rakesh arrived at Deotima's house dressed in Armani pants and a Gucci shirt. He was dressed to kill. 

He was happy with the events of the day.

Deotima looked ravishing in a maroon skirt and a top that left little to the imagination. Her jewelry tried hard to conceal her gorgeous boobs.

"You look delicious Deo."

"So do you handsome. Armoney suits you." 

She was always punning on words.

They kissed and paused to visit the balcony. 

Deotima's penthouse flat was one of the super expensive cribs. It had a lovely view of the city with the sea in the distance. 

It was a lovely day and the candles all over the house flickered as if in applause. 

Deotima knew how to live in style. The Bose sound system blew sweet sensual music into the room and enhanced the aroma of peaches that wafted around the immaculately furnished living room.

Rakesh and Deo kissed long and hard and he traced the curve of her big breasts with his fingers, tickling her nipples to attention. Deotima sighed and arched her back towards him indicating complete surrender.

Rakesh bent down and lifted Deotima into his arms. His hands were under her skirt and he felt her bare thighs and ass. She was'int wearing panties.

Rakesh sat down in the plush sofa and continued with his exploration of her magnificent body.

"Why did you go to meet Surma?"

The question was sudden and unexpected.

"What?"

"Answer me."

"How did you know?"

"I dint. I can tell from your eyes you bastard!"

"It was nothing. She called me. Out of the blue. Just to tell me not to see you. She saw it in your eyes it seems. Are both of you are face readers?"

"Are you trying to tell me you dint fuck her? How dumb do you think I am, Rakesh?"

"Its up to you Deo. To believe or not to believe."

"Did you tell her you were fucking me?"

"I am not that stupid."

"I'm glad. Now fuck me."

"Not that fast. You accused me for no reason. Apologize."

"You know me Rakesh. There will be no apology from me."

"Oh yeah there will be. You have met your match Deo. Remember that. I can be stubborn too."

"Fuck off."

"Okay then. It was nice seeing you."

Rakesh walked to the door and opened it.

As he was about to shut the door behind him he heard a small voice.

"I am sorry."

He gestured to Deotima to come to him. He was going to milk this for all it was worth.

Deotima reluctantly came to him. She was still sulky and looked amazing.

Rakesh pushed her to her knees. She knew what to do.

Deotima unzipped Rakesh and pulled out his huge cock. Watching the beautiful, high society Deotima on her knees in front of him, Rakesh felt himself get hard and poured his strength into his cock.

Deo saw it swell up and fill her hands and shivered in excitement. She stroked it greedily. She could never resist his cock. She was mesmerized.

Her husband Hugo was nowhere close to this size. And he never got this hard. Even when he was 'erect', he was just half as hard as this. This was a real man's cock.

Rakesh felt Deotima's soft, wet tongue on his hard cock. He felt her thick lips surround the head and her velvet tongue lick round and round along pleasure points around the head of his cock. 

This was heaven.

Deotima licked him over and round the head and along the sides. Her fingers gently caressed the vein along his cock and masturbated him. 

Now she started to squeeze his manhood to feel its hardness. It was rock hard. Her delicate manicured fingers just about surrounded his cock. She squeezed and moved her hand up and down, up and down his member. His foreskin smoothly slid over and away from the head of his cock. Sensations of pleasure were shooting through Rakesh's body. He moaned in appreciation.

Deotima then took Rakesh deep into her mouth. 

Deeper and deeper. She had to release her throat muscles so he could move in deeper into her mouth. He was touching the back of her throat. Rakesh could feel the soft skin of her throat rubbing against the head of his cock as she sucked him. 

This was the first time Deotima was deepthroating him. 

This girl was amazing!

Rakesh felt a tingling sensation that seemed to spread all over his body.

"Deotima what are you doing? Oh God! Where did you learn this? Ohhhhhhh Godd!"

Then the unthinkable happened. 

Rakesh felt himself start to cum. Deotima saw his reaction and immediately started to suck faster and harder.

He tried to hold back and pushed her away.

She fell back, with the force his push, still in a daze. Then she smiled as she saw what she had done. He had started to spurt.

It was too late.

Rakesh pulled her back on to his throbbing cock and let himself cum.

He could feel the rush of semen spurt into her mouth. Deo swallowed every drop. She loved seeing Rakesh's face as he was cumming. Her wide open luminous brown eyes were focused on his face as she swallowed every drop of his cum.

He had an other worldly look about him, like he was on another planet. Then he returned to earth and gave her a look of gratitude. She smiled with a childish excitement. This look was what she craved.

The taste of his cum was still on her tongue.

Reluctantly she released his penis from her lips and saw it slowly deflate.

He fell to the floor in satiation.

Deotima slithered into his arms and on to his chest.

Her most favorite place in the world. Between his arms with her head on his chest. She stroked his flaccid cock gently in appreciation.

She knew Rakesh hated to cum early. She felt a sense of excitement at having made him lose control. It showed her how much he was turned on by her. He would satisfy her later. He loved to do that. He needed to hear her scream and she always obliged him.

Rakesh slipped into a satisfied sleep. Deotima watched him sleep and smiled. How much pleasure this man had given her!

She kissed him gently as he slept. Little kisses all over his chest.

He would soon wake up and want to fuck. She took a shower and wore a short skirt. He loved short skirts. He always said they made her look like a school girl. 

She combed her hair back the way he liked it and dabbed on some lip gloss and did her eyes. She applied a peachy body lotion.

She was ready for him.

She made herself some tea and waited for Rakesh to wake up. She realized she was getting wet just looking at him. When he woke up he would be like an animal. She giggled in excitement.

Rakesh slept for the usual one hour and woke up promptly. He saw her sitting in front of him dressed in his favorite outfit and noticed with pleasure that she had worn no panties.

Deotima had spread her legs ever so slightly apart so he would notice the missing panties. He loved that.

She saw where his eyes were focused and pretended not to notice.

"Sweetie can I make you some tea?"

Rakesh grunted his reply. "Give me a minute." 

His eyes were still on her crotch. She brought her thighs back together. She noticed his rapidly growing erection. She smiled when he had his back to her. She loved teasing him. He would come out of the bathroom raging horny. She was ready.

Rakesh excused himself and went to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and took a quick shower.

As he washed his growing penis, the thought of Deotima waiting outside for him with no panties on, ready to fuck, made him rock hard. 

He toweled himself off quickly and wore her bathrobe and walked out to her.

He pulled Deotima up to her feet. She pretended that she was not ready for him and whined.

"Rakesh! So soon? Rest for a while. You just woke up!"

He ignored her protests and kissed her deep on her lips. Her hand went automatically into the bathrobe and onto his already erect penis.

She stroked it and squeezed, admiring his hardness. She smiled in secret delight at the effect she had on him. 

She started to push his foreskin back and forth on his penis.

Rakesh moaned at the feel of her soft fingers on his cock.

Rakesh could not wait any longer. He had to fuck her.

He pushed her back on the sofa and spread her legs wide apart. She held her legs apart with her knees straight. She knew he loved the sight of her shaved pussy when she held her legs up straight and thighs apart.

Rakesh grunted his approval and started to lick her pussy lips. He licked the sides of her pussy lips and the sides of her hips and inner thighs. His hands were running all over her smooth body. He cupped her huge boobs and squeezed them. How he loved her tits and those erect nipples.

Deotima started her loud moaning that he loved so much. This girl loved sex. 

"Please Rakesh. Don't tease! Please na darling! Please! Just lick me there!"

Rakesh never allowed her quick pleasure. She had to wait for it. Delayed gratification. 

Rakesh noticed that she was alarmingly wet. So wet that she was dripping pussy juice down her thighs. He had'int satisfied her earlier and now she was so terribly excited that her juices were on overdrive.

Rakesh decided to let her off easy since she was so wet. He licked her clit and sucked it into his mouth. She was so wet he had to slurp her pussy juice into his mouth. He loved how she tasted. 

In and out, round and round he licked her. Fast and slow. Side to side. Up and down. 

Deotima was thrusting her hips against his mouth and screaming. 

"Rakesh! Oh God! Rakesh! This is too much! I cant take it! Oh God!"

Suddenly she gasped and stopped breathing. 

Then she did what she had never done before.

"Rakeshhhhhhh!!!!!!! Rakeshhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhh..."

There was silence for a few seconds and then it happened. 

She squirted. 

A spray of pussy juice straight into the air! 

It just missed his ear and fell all over the floor. She was still thrusting her hips up and down while he watched amazed. 

He had seen girls squirting on porn sites. He thought it was fake and some trick!

Deotima was in a daze. This was the first time it was happening to her.

Rakesh laughed out aloud.

"Deo! You squirted! My God! Fantastic!"

Deotima was still thrusting her hips towards him.

Then she seemed to wake up from a deep coma.

"Rakesh shut up! What the hell was that?"

Rakesh was still laughing in glee.

"Haha! Lets see if it happens again!"

Rakesh started to fuck her. Faster and faster. She was delirious again and was screaming nonstop. Within a few minutes it happened again. 

He pulled out and let her spray her cum again. 

She was screaming and thrusting her hips wildly.

Deotima was a squirter!

Rakesh leaned back and laughed louder. He was enjoying this terribly. Even on porn sites this was rare!

Rakesh fucked her again from behind and made her squirt again. 

Deotima was so exhausted that she slipped into a deep sleep.

Rakesh wrapped up the sheet he had brought so her sofa would not get wet with her squirting and wiped the floor and sprayed the place with perfume. 

Deotima had woken up by now.

She was still in a delirious state and was like a drunken woman. 

Rakesh lay next to her and kissed her. 

"Come on. Let us take a squirt. Oh. I mean shower!"

Deotima laughed weakly and went obediently to the bathroom.

"Oh my God! That was so crazy! How is that possible?" Deotima was still in shock but she was enjoying his excitement. She had never felt better. Her whole body was tingling.

"That is called a squirt baby. I have read about it in books," Rakesh said happily like he had discovered some new feature among womankind.

"Oh shut up! You reading? You must have seen it in one of your porn videos."

"Me watch porn? Chee chee!" Rakesh giggled. She knew him so well.

They toweled each other and Rakesh teased her mercilessly. 

"Come on baby. Let me put my shaving cream in there. You can squirt it onto my face! After that you can spray some after shave on me!"

They drank tea and talked about how it must have been when the first cave woman squirted.

"She must have been declared a witch!"

Rakesh started to sing 'witchy woman' by the Eagles and they laughed.

Suddenly his phone rang. 

Deotima looked at his phone instinctively, recognized the number and went berserk.

"You bastard! You're fucking Surma too?"

She began to punch him in the side. She was in tears.

Rakesh held her tight and shook her. 

"Listen!"

"Surma's husband asked me to sleep with her. He has some erectile dysfunction problem and is paying me thrice the salary I am getting at the hotel."

"I cant believe this! So you are a gigolo now?"

" I couldint refuse. She needs me. And I hate my job."

"So you are going to sit all day polishing your cock?"

"No I am not quitting. I will work till they throw me out."




Snobby Surma Ch. 07



Rakesh was in a dilemma. Deotima had just called him.

Surma was the ultimate bitch. But she would never tell Hugo about his and Deo's affair.

He knew that. 

Surma and Deotima had been best friends, for heaven's sake.

He decided. He had the perfect reason to dump Surma. Deo would make up for the loss in income. She was more than generous. 

And he did not like being blackmailed.

What if he went to Suresh and told him that Surma and he were former lovers?

Surma would be screwed. She would deny it of course. But could she explain why she and Rakesh had suddenly become enemies? She was the one who had suggested his name!

Surma was smart. She could give Suresh some idiotic reason. That he, Rakesh, was asking for more money or that he had some disease or something.

Fucking smart bitch!

Rakesh knew he was stuck. He had to give up on Surma's deal.

And keep only Deotima.

But Deotima may run away too. Fearing that Surma would tell Hugo.

After all if Surma was not getting Rakesh, she would definitely consider ruining Deotima's happiness too.

This was too fucking complicated.

Rakesh went to the gym.

The gym was a great place to think. You could mindlessly do your repetitions and let your thoughts wander.

10, 11, 12, 13...

Rakesh dropped the weights and wondered how his life had so many ups and downs. 

One day he was living a dream life and the next day it was all gone.

This was the second time and things had changed so fast with these two girls.

Which of the girls would he miss more? Surma's sultry stares, her eyes? Or Deotimas' breasts and her pouting sexiness? And her screams. 

Bengali women were temperamental. That is what made them so irresistible. Their bad tempers. Their quick changes of mood. They could be exhilarated one moment and angry a moment later. They could tell you to get out and then come crying after you the next moment, begging you to stay.

But the way their skin reacted to a man's touch, now that was something to be experienced. 

Rakesh felt an erection coming on thinking of Bengali girls.

He picked up the weights, added a slab extra and lifted. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...

"You certainly work out a lot!"

It was Riya. A new entrant to the gym. College kid.

Rakesh had noticed her a month ago. But had ignored her.

He was too preoccupied with Surma and Deotima.

They were his first priority and would always come first.

"Hmmmmph!" he grunted and finished his reps.

"Yeah I do," he said without looking up.

"Are these two kilos or three?" she asked as she pulled a small weight off the rack.

"Three," he replied with just a glance upwards.

She was wearing a short, pink crop top. Her stretch pants were tight. Her hair flowed just below her shoulders. 

She was petite. Nice firm tits. Lovely ass. Big black eyes. 

She din't come to the gym to lose weight. She was there to stay fit. 

Riya began to do some wrist curls. He could feel her eyes on him.

Riya was not used to being ignored. 

"Another spoilt brat like Surma and Deo. Used to having her way" thought Rakesh as he continued his workout.

"You don't talk much" Riya wasn't giving up.

"Both those bitches dont deserve me. Maybe a good fuck will clear up my mind" Rakesh thought as he finished his last pull up.

"Yeah. I am the quiet kind."

"I study at Presidency college. I live nearby. This is the most convenient gym for me."

"You like coffee?" Rakesh asked abruptly.

"Mmmm are you inviting me out on a date?"

"No. Just coffee"

"You've finished your three sets. So shall we meet outside at five?"

"Yeah" Rakesh ignored the fact that she knew how many sets he did.

Sharp at five, she was outside waiting for him. Dressed in a jacket and jeans.

Riya looked adorably cute. Rakesh felt a twinge of excitement at the thought that she was waiting for him. But he kept a cool exterior.

Riya talked nonstop as they walked. It was nervousness, he guessed.

She talked about her college and some guy called Sambit who seemed to be after her.

They entered the coffee shop and sat down.

The waiter came and took their order. Riya was still talking.

Rakesh looked so disinterested that she seemed to like the challenge of seducing him.

Maybe he could accept Surma's proposal and pretend to stop fucking Deotima. And tell Deotima he had dumped Surma. If Surma or Deotima found out, what was the worst that could happen? At least he would get a few more months with the girls.

Riya was touching his hand over and over. Her tiny, slender fingers lingered on his hands for longer each time. She seemed to love the feel of his strong forearms. He din't pull his arms away. He let her have her fun.

The waiter came with the bill. He paid and stood up. 

He decided Riya was ready for more.

"Come Riya. I want to show you something."

He took her hand and gently led her outside.

"Are you taking me someplace? I have to tell my folks I will be late. Or they will worry."

Riya was quite forward. He din't even have to seduce her like he had to for Surma and Deotima. This girl was his for the asking.

They walked side by side and she moved closer so her arms were rubbing against his as they walked.

She kept talking nonstop.

Rakesh hailed an auto. Saying nothing, he got in after Riya.

Riya and he walked into his room. Riya was still babbling about her college and Sambit and her subjects. She was obviously nervous as hell.

They entered Rakesh's room and Riya was silent for a few moments as she looked around. Like she had not been in a man's room before. She pulled off her top and revealed another crop top. Shorter than the one she wore at the gym. 

She couldin't possibly wear something this short outdoors.

"Sorry the room is a mess," Rakesh offered. 

Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips.

Riya was shocked for a moment and then returned the kiss. Rakesh felt her breasts press against his chest as he pulled her closer.

Riyas crop top was way too short. She had not worn a bra. Her breasts were slipping below her top as her arms were stretched upwards and around his neck. She was on her toes leaning into him to reach his lips. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest. Her lovely big, black eyes were half open as she kissed. Her lips felt soft and juicy against his. He waited for her to slip her tongue into his mouth and rubbed her tongue with his. Caressing her tongue. Playing with it. Round and round, his tongue circled hers. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, Pleaaaaaase!"

She was moaning in pleasure. She had kissed before. But not like this. 

Her crop top left her tummy uncovered. Her lips quivered under his as he kissed her. There were goosebumps all over her bare arms. She was really excited. Rakesh let his strength flow into his abdomen and harden his cock. Riya could feel his hardening cock and pressed into him. She wanted this. She pressed back.

"Ohhhhh Goddddd! Pleassse..."

Rakesh had his hands on the skin of her waist. He caressed her bare waist and rubbed his thumb along the bottom of her bare breasts. He moved his hands upwards till his thumb rubbed against her her nipples. She was so excited her nipples were standing erect and bursting with excitement. Rakesh rubbed his thumb all over her areola and felt the excitement all over her nipples. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhh!!"

Riya was moaning loudly at the all the feelings coursing through her body. 

She had watched this man for over a month. The way he handled himself. His confidence with the weights. His authority in the gym. The way he never flirted with any woman. He seemed totally contained within himself. 

She was so attracted by that. She wanted him more and more each day. Now this man she admired so much was making love to her. She let herself go in his arms.

"Ohhhhhhh Rakeshhhhhh! Pleaaaassseeee..."

Rakesh undid the buttons on her jeans and pulled her pants down, making sure his fingers were behind her panties so they would slip down her thighs along with her pants. He wanted to see her pussy.

Both Deo and Surma had different pussies. Deo had a strip between the two lips and her clit was almost outside her pussy. Hanging out to be licked. Surmas pussy lips were closed. He had to pry them open with his tongue to reach her delicious clit. Like feeding a little baby bird in her nest. 

Rakesh wanted to see how Riya's pussy was. Was it the closed type or the strip type? 

Rakesh slowly pulled her jeans down her hips. The mystery would soon be uncovered. 

"Pleaaaaase! Pleaaaaaaase! Ohhhhhhh my God!!"

Her pussy was covered with delicate pussy hair that was not as curly as he expected. It was almost straight hair. He licked the hair away to see her pussy lips. It was a tiny little pussy. 

Her pussy lips were almost pouting at him. They protruded outwards. He licked the outside of her pussy and found she was extremely sensitive even outside her clit. Riya jumped with each touch of his tongue on her pussy lips. This was going to be fun. He licked her pussy lips again. Longer this time. She was thrusting her hips against him now. Pushing her hips towards his tongue. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Donnnnnnnnnnnnt! Pleaaaaase Pleasssseeeee!"

God this girl was hot! 

Rakesh decided to let her lie on the bed. He gently placed her on his bed and spread her thighs apart. He lowered his head between her thighs and ran his fingers along the back of her thighs. 

The best part of a woman was the back of her thighs. The smooth skin there was most sensitive and reached its greatest sensitivity at the confluence of her thighs. Just below her pussy lips. He loved licking the place where the two thighs met, just below the pussy. 

He let his tongue circle the bottom of her tiny pussy. His touch was so delicate that Riya was shivering in excitement. 

"Pleaaaase Pleassse Pleaaasse! Donnnnnt! Ohhhhhh Godddddd!"

Watching Riya so excited made Rakesh shiver too. This was going to be fun. 

Rakesh kissed her tummy as he pulled her pants down over her right ankle. Her hips were thrusting towards his face. He could see droplets of her excitement dripping between her pussy lips. 

Now he understood these girls who talked too much. All the time Riya was babbling, on and on, about random stuff, this was what she really wanted. A girll who talks too much is asking to be fucked.

He licked off the dripping juice from her pussy lips. She breathed in sharply. There was no greater joy for a man than watching a woman thrust her hips at him in such desire. The power he felt was unbeatable. And power was what turned a man on.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Rakeshhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh Godddddd! Pleaaaaasseeeee!"

Riya was out of control. This was Rakesh. The man she had admired for so long. Treating her so gently and carefully. She wanted to give him her all. Let him pleasure her. Let him enjoy her shapely body.

Oh God! The feelings this man was evoking inside her. Her whole body was raging with waves of pleasure! She could feel waves of pleasure coursing thru her thighs and exploding in her pussy. Pleasure was radiating from her nipples to her abdomen. Down to the tips of her fingers. Rakesh was squeezing her breasts as he was licking her pussy lips. Each breast felt like it was burning in his palms.

Riya felt the first orgasm of her life build up inside her. Her whole body was participating in this process. 

The blood from her head and entire rest of her body collected in her abdomen and then it happened. The explosion. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Pleasure seemed to rush out of her pussy all at once. Trampling over each other as they rushed to her clitoris. 

And they all screamed in a chorus in her pussy, in a united voice, that was deafening. Riya bucked her hips towards Rakesh as the pleasure took over. Involuntary spasms rocked her body. She felt a strength that she had never felt before.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddd!"

She screamed and then sighed and her body collapsed into itself to recover from its first orgasm.

Rakesh observed her quietly. He had seen Surma and Deotima behave similarly. A bengali womans orgasm could generate enough electricity to power a city block.

Rakesh waited fifteen minutes and began to kiss her. He was rock hard now. He needed release. She kissed back greedily. This was the man who had given her that earth shattering feeling that she would never forget, ever.

The man who gives a woman her first orgasm is never forgotten. Riya felt more love for Rakesh at that instant than she had ever felt for any man.

Rakesh slowly spread her thighs and began to slide his now rock hard cock inside her.

Riya's small pussy slowly spread its lips and accepted his gift. Soon he was halfway inside her and moving in and out. Riya was delirious with the feeling. When Rakesh suddenly fell on her so that his cock was buried deep inside her, she gasped and screamed. 

"Ohhhhhhh my Godddddd!!"

She could feel his cock in her stomach. It was so big. 

The sweet sensuous pain was gradually replaced by pure pleasure as he thrust in and out of her.

Rakesh fucked Riya slowly and deliberately. Until he could feel her stop breathing. Again the blood rushed into her abdomen. Blood rushed in from all over her body making her feel faint with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

This time the explosion was even more wild. She thrust her hips on Rakesh's cock mindlessly. Squeezing him and sucking the cum out of him. 

Rakesh grunted as he came inside her. He spurted into her. Again and again. Till his cum overflowed out of her tiny pussy as he pulled out of her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh my Goddddddd!!"

Riya felt the blood rush back into her brain.

They lay side by side. Exhausted. In the throes of one of the best experiences life has to offer. A man and a woman experiencing the ultimate pinnacle of feeling. Simultaneous orgasm.

"We need to take an iPill within 36 hours" Rakesh finally found the breath to say.

"Its ok. I am wearing a diaphragm."

"Who is Sambit?"

"My husband."

Rakesh decided on his plan. He was going to take the money from Surma. Fuck Deotima. And find out more about Riya. 

A mans gotta do what hes gotta do. We pass this way but once.