Capital Punishment

Capital Punishment

About 

The story is about nexus between the legal and the illegal and how little efforts are being put to stop the illegal and unpredictable…trouble with power is the illusion of control…

Needless to say this story is pure imaginary with no resemblance to anyone dead or alive, though have to mention has been inspired a lot by the stories and documentaries on US efforts to control Drug Trafficking across international borders…

Last but not the least, it is all about how at the end of the day, how grandeur of power gives the powerful an illusion of immortality and how corruption breeds chaos and chaos is all about never being in control ….

Power is the biggest corruption…


PS: Those averse to taboo and extreme, please skip, this will not be up to your liking. Also like to point out this is not a sex only from start to end type of story, more like THE MAZE SCANDAL, where sex is as important as the plot but it is not all wham, bham thank-you mam. Those averse to incest, gang-bang, water-sports (golden shower), old-young please find another story, there are plenty of good one’s in this Dtstories.
Thank You…

 

Introduction

 

Dona stood in front of the huge board. Many pictures were pinned on the green board, red twine connected the images. Many of it were just playing cards, including the top most one, there were no pictures of the people, no known records, just a name famous in the street. Way on top was that of a joker, the name Varese, a name that was most commonly used in the street. Drugs were named V1, V2 and went all the way to V12. The higher the number the costlier the drug, the latest was named I-Two often called the most costliest drug available on street in India. It was the purest form ever found, samples sent to test to FBI corroborated the same, the origin unknown.
Definitely not Mexico or Colombia, reply came from FBI.

Dona looked at the hierarchy, six were known, no pictures again, just playing cards. There could be more or less, no one knew. The first image was on the fourth layer, a local man, one who stood for local MLA once, a clear picture of a young man, who had the typical rags to riches story. The name J’ DC a.k.a Jose DeCruz written with green sketch. The image was the latest taken only few weeks back. Three more names were written under it, including pictures. The two men and one woman who was most constantly seen along with J’ DC, his only known contacts.
It was still a rumor that DC was connected to the name known as Varese, the only evidence was a raid conducted in an abandoned car which was registered in his name. The quality of drugs found in a hidden compartment under the car was same as one of the versions sold as V. It was the only connection, would it qualify as an evidence in court, no it would not. Could it be enough to bring in DC to the prison, no it was not?
Yet given the amount of drugs seized and the way it was hidden, it was enough to qualify DC as a suspect.
Dona undid the top button of her uniform, it was the hottest day recorded in many years and despite the old air conditioner chugged whole day, she still felt the heat. The senior cop who had recently been moved to the new role to head the Special Task Force (STF) to battle the drug menace in the city.
The origin of Special Task was an even more interesting story.
Not long ago, while the national politics was shaping up, down south in the menace of drugs had taken deeper roots. Made available at throw away rates to begin with, it took less than a year for the prizes to go up twenty fold, from basic intel it was only half of what they knew. How big the mafia, was how big the drug trafficking was, no one knew? It was only sum of rumors that police had. On the very same day as the Prime Minister of the country visited to address the biggest software firm in the country, three men were gunned down few miles south of the secure zone the PM had been.
It was the blatant disregard for law of the land which stood out. the whole city was being watched and cordoned off and there not far from where the most powerful man stood and addressed a crowd of IT people, three men were executed, bullet to the back of the head, in broad daylight.
For many reasons the death of three unknown men made news than the visit of the PM. Papers and websites carried it, describing in details.
It was a gunshot that was heard around the country, made fun of in twitter and Facebook. The country finally took notice of a powerhouse that could challenge the most powerful man in the country, the man who came into power riding the victorious horse of stability and future.
Late that evening, just hours before the PM left for the capital, he had a small meeting with a select few people. A potbellied man from IB, India’s internal intelligence agency, another was the head of police, the chief minister of the state, the National Security Advisor and a lady police officer Dona.
The Prime Minister looked into the eyes of the CM who had vehemently protested, that this was not a national issue and it was a state issue, all he said was one thing.
“You did not even know it was happening right under your nose, I can let you handle it, but I will unleash my men to look into the finance of these operations, if I come to know that any of your guys were involved, trust me, I will not care about politics, I will have you arrested and put behind bars for the rest of your miserable fucked up life” the PM did not bother about words. It had been months since the intelligence was leaked to the state government, no one acted then, it was late and he had to move or see it get much worse.
The Chief Minister of the state shut up, from then on he and the DG of Police was just mute spectators. It was the head of IB who suggested Dona head a special task force, much to the chagrin of the head of police and his boss the chief minister, aided by handful of people from various central and stage agencies, specially trained for urban warfare. Built in lines of Force One, the elite force made after 26/11 Mumbai attacks to protect the city. Only this had less people, no name and above all this had only one mission.
Capture and Kill one gang of men lead by a man IB called Varese.
The PM looked at one more time, still not confident if she was cut out for the job, he looked at the IB man, who understood the PM’s apprehension.
“Let me walk with you?” the IB man said.
The PM shook hands with Dona and then the CM and DG and left the meeting room, it was his way of snubbing the CM and his Police for not acting on time and embarrassing the highest office of the country in broad daylight. The SPG encircled the PM as he walked out of the official room into the waiting car. The IB man followed the PM into the car.
“Why her?” the PM asked, “I am not convinced?”
“She is the best in the force, not a single case of corruption and one who does not give a shit about authority or politicians. I believe the CM got pissed cause she was there and he would rather have someone who reports to him and not us” the IB man was careful to use the word us, it was indirectly telling the PM that he too want to get involved in it and if it was going to be successful, he too need to have a role in this.
The PM shook his head.
“How would you have it done?” the PM asked.
“Silent” he replied, “Keep it silent, we are not here to arrest people, we don’t want these men to walk this land or breathe this air. We kill them and bury them, no records left, none”
The PM looked at the IB man, whatever it was going to be it was going to be above the law, the IB man read his fear “We don’t want this in court, we may not have enough proof, enough documents, but we will have sufficient to doubt and arrest and act. Whatever decision we make over the new few minutes, we need it to be done and this is the best way. If this does not work, we could always correct, but no way can we tell the center is calling shots in state matter, it would send the wrong signal”
The PM smiled, the IB man knew how to make a sale. A new PM would not want the state governments to mistrust him and any leak of this information would unleash the proverbial Pandora’s Box.
“Give me a week, allow me to discuss this, meanwhile I want you to rethink about the lady”
“I am not going to sir, she is the best and though she does not have balls, she has more grit than most men in that department. I suggested she be there because I did not want the state to feel helpless.”
“I understand” the PM paused, “What if they too make their own plans?”
“They will need our help, unless they have support of multiple governments and agencies it is impossible to follow drugs in this part of the country. They can’t” The IB Man replied, confidently.
“I am still not convinced about her”
“You can trust me.”
“Work it out, call my secretary for any lateral movement, pull people from central agencies, I don’t want this to be infiltrated by idiots from the state.”
“I will sir” the IB man replied.
“Give some menial desk job to people in the state organization, make sure they have no clearance for classified information.”
“I assure you they won’t”
“Include them, let the CM know he too has people inside, I want him kept happy, we don’t want him work against us, it would be fatal, update him. I want you to put your best smile and suck his cock if needed, but keep him happy, keep him in charge”
Late that night, just as the potbellied, IB officer was winding up the night, his blackberry blinked, it was a message from his boss, the DIB, Director of IB, it was a go from the PMO- Prime Minister’s Office, no arrests has to be made was another term casually put into the brief mail.
With a smile, he rang the woman who he knew was going to work with him every step for the next few months or however long it took. Dona was delighted, it was time to pick up the team.
It was an hour before when Dona’s phone had rung, he had scanned through the files handed over by the IB officer, one name stood out, Varese, no pictures, no identification, no description, just a name.
In land of billion and half, a name like Varese stood out, but she knew it was not even his or her’s true name. It had to be something else.
She intended to find it out.

 

The Ruckus

ruckus

The party had been going on since evening, the college crowd, the booze, the weed and the powder. It was all there. Young men high on alcohol and drugs and testosterone shooting off the roof horny as hell gyrating their hips to the latest Bollywood number with their girl friend or someone else girls friend.
A small crowd of boisterous men sat around at the end of the huge hall, one of the men looked at a tastelessly dressed youth wearing a costly Casio watch and Ray Ban balanced on his head despite it being night.
“Jesus Christ Jimmy, Rachel.”
“What she has golden pussy or what, she’s like all other women, pussy between her legs and tits, once in a while it takes a man to put women in her place” Jimmy spoke back.
“I also thought she was a bit too much to handle and she needed some…” the girl paused, “disciplining”
“You want some disciplining?” Jimmy asked, making the universal sign of fucking.
Others laughed.
“I still think she would blow it”
“She will be on her knees blowing my cock if she has to blow anything.” Jimmy replied his anger as high as the level of alcohol in his blood. “it’s about time her family knew who has real power”
The door to the estate was kicked open, three men walked in, the short one in the middle dressed in a brown leather jacket, with a baseball cap and black jeans.
The short man, Rocky as he was known by his fellow people, looked across the room his eyes seeing his target who was now seated right across the hall. Jimmy was taller and he stared back at Rocky, no sense of fear in his eyes.
Rocky walked across the room right to where Jimmy was seated, a sudden silence filled the corner, the whole party had stopped, the Bollywood music was still on and loud.
“Rocky if you were any shorter you could suck my cock standing up” Jimmy replied, his friends laughed, the whole room laughed.
“Joker, eh!” Rocky smiled back, he rarely got angry if someone cracked a joke about his height, there was nothing one could do about it.
Without any emotions of anger, Rocky reached between Jimmy’s legs grabbed his balls tightly and crushed them till the tall man crumbled on the floor.
“No more jokes now eh! Motherfucker!” Rocky screamed.
Despite his shorter stature Rocky was among the most feared men in the family, known for a loose tongue, heavy foot when it came to driving and trigger finger.
“No more jokes” Rocky repeated while looking at Jimmy who was now slithering in pain shooting up every nerve and vein in his body.
One hard heavy punch just below the lungs and Jimmy was now gasping for breath as he felt air escape his lungs. Rocky freed the tightened grip between the legs, slapped Jimmy across the face few times, punched his nose till it broke and blood began oozing out of his face.
Rocky grabbed his collar and pulled Jimmy right to his face.
“Listen motherfucker, if you ever, you ever even look at her, I will come again alone right, where you live, cut your balls and hang it around your fucking neck, you mother fucker.” Rocky stood back spit on Jimmy’s face and kicked him tightly across the stomach till Jimmy almost puked.
“You his pussy boat” Rocky looked across to the girl standing a bit closer to all, he dug into his back pocket, pulled out his fat purse, took out the money and threw at her, “Take him to the doctor sweetie, put an icepack between his legs. If I were you good looking” Rocky continued, “I’d look out for a new boyfriend. This one is not getting up for few weeks baby” Rocky said, his two friends laughed.
Rocky took one more look at the man on the floor, kicked him right between his legs and then walked out as fast as he had walked in.

 

Move On 

Eventually things move on…

Lisa stood in front of the washroom mirror, her heart sunk deep, her body was trembling with fear, she turned the tap on.
There was sound from the other room, the door flung open and the old man walked in. he had a thick grey hair, even his eyebrows was pepper white in color, his skin was tanned a bit, standing naked, he turned the shower on.
The jet of warm and cold water flowed down, splattering on her too, she moved a bit aside, hoping to wash herself and walk out at the earliest.
“Be a sweetheart, help me with the soap” he said, it was meant to be nice, but it sounded like arrows from a bow aimed at her soul.
Nevertheless she reached for the soap and handed him the soap, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, kissed her on the lips, even though every nerve in her body said to push him and kick him between his legs, she did not instead she reacted to his sudden overtures by kissing him back, a meek reaction to a tremendous urge.
Was it fate she wondered, as she kissed him, both their naked bodies washed by the soothing water from the shower, they still remained in a kiss, deep and passionate, much to her discomfort. Things were not being helpful, she had thought it would have end by now, yet it had not. He moved down the nape of her neck and licked the water falling down her thin neckline. He slurped the water up and as he made way down, Lisa closed her eyes more out of fear than anything.
The old man stretched his hand reached for her butt hole, played with her tender ring around it. He then turned her making her face the white marble of the washroom. He grabbed the cheeks of her butt and parted them till his tongue reached the wet butthole of her ass, he slurped the dripping water, she curved her body further, making it easier for him. Not that she wanted to do it, but she had to do it. He pulled his head back, slapped her wet but cheek to a flaming pink color, she cringed her teeth in little pain, the wet skin, wet hand it was hurting.
“Grab your butt cheeks sweetums” he said.
She arched a bit forward, let her right hand free balancing with one hand, she grabbed her butt cheek and parted he, he freed his hand and searched between her legs. Found her cunt and stuck two of his thick fingers right into her pussy. Lisa yelped, as she held her breath, and sighed.
All over again!
Don’t cry, don’t cry, Lisa repeated, her eyes shut.
The old man pushed his finger deeper and deeper as much as it could go. He then let it remain there, trying to warm his fingers deep inside her, he then yanked his finger a bit higher, Lisa sighed. He then began moving his fingers up and down.
Lisa caved in, after all she was a human, despite all her hatred and anger, her body caved in to the most base of all need, sex.
He pleasured her for as long he wished, till he felt her muscles tighten around his fingers as she climaxed. The warm water dripping on her forehead was a comfort, pulling her back to reality, she heaved a sigh of relief, something she had genuinely missed the previous night, despite the old man had went on, humping her, she had resisted to let her body sing to his tone.
He pulled his wet fingers out, “There is nothing like tasting a wet woman and good vodka” he said as he licked his fingers, she watched as he genuinely looked like he was enjoying what he was doing. She smiled back, it was a bit weird to see something like that.
He patted her bums and asked her to clean herself up and catch a break, he liked to bath alone.
Lisa cleaned herself up and then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and made her way out. She picked a pack of smokes and walked into the balcony. She was not a smoker, but sometimes she needed one to calm her nerves and this was one such occasion. She pulled out a cigarette only to realize she did not have a lighter, she had seen him use a gold diamond studded lighter, pretty expensive and probably custom made, she did not want to risk searching for it, people were usually touchy about such stuff.
She was about to stuff back her pack into her bathrobe when she saw the girl right across the balcony enjoying a smoke.
“Could you pass me the light please” Lisa asked, the friendly neighbor threw the light across, letting it fall on the cushioned chair in the balcony. Lisa took it, lit her cancer stick and took a deep puff, thanked her and was about to throw the light back, when the neighbor said, “Keep it, I got another”. Lisa thanked her one more time, giving a fleeting look at her new friend.
Mehndi in her hand, a noodle strap top, with a matching coffee brown shorts with light orange strips, a little bit of her waist visible, it did not take Lisa long to figure out she was newly married probably out on honeymoon.
Lisa took a second long puff of smoke, let out a cloud of smoke slowly out, feeling the nicotine act, the accompanying dizziness. With a smile she took a third puff. Felt her nerves calm further, was it all worth she thought.
How do I forget this and move on? She wondered.
She took the phone out of holder, dialed the kitchen “Can I have a Green Chicken Salad”
“Sure mam” she heard the voice at other end speak.
Lisa thanked him waved at her friend and walked back to the room.
The old man walked out of the showed naked, his old cock shriveled and his body showed the age finally, yet he still had a good body, couple of strange tattoo’s on his left and right arm and that of an angel right on his left chest.
“That is a lot of tattoo” Lisa said, trying to strike a conversation.
“Over the years sweetheart, over the years” the old man replied.
“Does it have any meaning?” she asked.
“Not really it is just craziness and stupidity of youth” he replied with a smile.
“Lot of craziness” Lisa replied.
“I was a crazy young man” he replied, continuing, “When is your flight?”
“Need to leave morning seven thirty” she replied.
“I am leaving to Malaysia for a few days” the old man replied, “Few personal matters, my flight leaves by noon. Don’t bother staying awake, get some good sleep.” He said, pulling up his shorts and grabbing his mobile phone and a wallet.
“It’s okay, I just ordered a chicken salad, will have that and see if I am sleepy”
“Good” he said, walking out to the next room, Lisa saw him close the door behind him. Not to be sided, she went back to the balcony lighting a third cigarette.
Towards midnight, she turned the lights off and got on the bed.
It was the cold breeze woke her up, her eyes took time to adjust as she looked out, she saw the old man on the balcony, on his phone.
“You did not sleep or what?” She asked as she climbed out of the bed.
“Had some calls to make”
“All night?” she asked.
“No I woke up early” he immediately replied, Lisa pulled out a cigarette, checked the time, it was close to six thirty. She climbed out, of bed hurried to the balcony, took her smoke.
“When is your flight?” He asked, she replied the same answer she gave yesterday, “Booked the cab?” he asked. She nodded her head as she let out another cloud of smoke.
Knowing well that she was already delayed for her return, she stubbed the smoke and checked into the washroom. Five minutes later she was out, not bothering to have a good bath, just stand under the shower and get herself wet, keeping her hair dry.
She pulled out a nice frock and a long full sleeved shirt from her suitcase, took her another ten minutes to dress up, checked the time again, it was quarter past seven, she dialled the reception for the cab to the airport, she would need it by seven thirty she remembered.
Then she went back, to comb her hair and tidy up, before pulling up one more cigarette and stepping out to the balcony.
The old man handed her the mobile, “Feed in your account number, the money will be wired in few minutes”
She typed in her account number, the one which she had opened a few weeks back on advice by the person who had got her into all these, one in HSBC.
Just as she closed the note, the mobile rang. The old man snatched the phone out of her hand, and motioned her to step out of the balcony. She walked back and checked her packed bags one more time. A minute later her mobile buzzed, the text message from the bank, the money had been credited, the whole lakh and fifty more.
The hotel phone rang, her cab was ready and Lisa replied she would be down in few minutes.
The old man walked in, “You all packed up?”
Lisa replied in the affirmative.
He walked up to her and hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks, “I had a wonderful time” he replied.
“Me too” Lisa added, another of her lies.
Just as he let her off his arms, she felt his cock on the pit of her stomach.
“Ignore it, I always have a stiffy in the morning” he replied.
“Let us take care of it” Lisa said, acting on an impulse.
“Leave it, you will get delayed”
“Have you not heard of a quickie” she asked.
It did not take long for words to become actions. Lisa dragged him by his stiffy to the bed and began lavishing attention on it with her mouth. The old man shook with excitement, his eyes shut in pleasure as he grabbed her head and eased it in and out of his manhood. Lisa climbed further into the bed, she moved her skirt a bit up. The old man reached for her panties and Lisa stopped him, motioned she wanted it done by his mouth.
He dug his head between her legs under her skirt. Lisa laid her head under the pillow as she felt his hot breath trapped between her legs. The cold morning made her flush in pink as he used his tongue in lavish strokes, she dug her fingernails into the bed grabbing the soft bed sheet as he parted her pussy lips and stuck his tongue deeper into her vagina.
The old man stood up, moved his body a bit up, guided his cock into her pussy, thrusting his entire manhood as deeply and forcefully as he could almost tearing her apart with his vicious thrust. Lisa screamed and the let out a deep moan wrapping her legs around his buttocks. He pounded her with vicious thrusts as though he had a point to prove.
The old man then flipped her on her stomach, raised her bums, lifted her skirt up all the way, pulled down her dark panties, adjusted his cock and then one thrust entered her from behind, the good old doggy style, riding her like a horse, grabbing her hair neatly and then yanking it whenever he thrust forward, relaxing the grip when he pulled back all the way out. He then relaxed his grip on her hair, grabbed her waist and began to thrust her harder and faster, pushing her backwards.
Lisa moaned, it was much pleasurable than the previous day when she found it actually hard to give in, considering the evening was more of a business deal. She was enjoying it more than ever and each of his thrust made her dizzy with pleasure. She moaned louder and louder and the old man grunted and growled, the pace quickened, skin tearing into skin, his cock impaling her vagina, the heat of their bodies fusing before he finally began to slow down, still thrusting hard and deep. She felt the grip around her waist tighten. She began to feel the rush of an orgasm, her body tightened, the muscles of her vagina gripped his cock tighter as though milking his cock and they both came at the same time.
Half an hour later, she was still on her way to airport, his semen still sticky between her legs.
Was it all worth, she had to move on.

Wrong Woman

Six men sat around a cloud of smoke, in a dimly lit room, with pitchers of beer on the table accompanied by half drunk mugs of beer and half eaten plates of few fried edibles. It had been three hours since they had been in the corner, drinking and talking aloud. Being the beginning of a weekend the crowd on the third floor of the pub was thin, except few other loud and talkative bunch, the pub was empty.
One among the men, sucking on a juicy piece of chicken pepper, cleaned his fingertips on a napkin, looked at the silent and brooding Jaggu.
“I don’t know how you wear shorts in your girls house man, that daughter of her’s is one hot chic, I saw her the other day in a real trashy clothes and I almost ran down a pedestrian” he said loud.
“He is a lucky bastard” another commented.
Jaggu just smiled and let it pass; he was used to getting such comments over the year. Men being men, but it was not really far from the truth, he too had watched her once in a while. Not that he had the hot’s for her, but once in a while it was a welcome distraction.
After a good hour, Jaggu drove back to his house, he called his girlfriend.
“You home?” he asked.
“Not yet, on the way, the rains are bad” she replied.
“It is still drizzling here” he replied.
“Great drive home back fast before it gets mad”
“hey” Jaggu paused, “have been thinking of you all noon”
“Something specific?” She asked.
“There is something growing hotter and hotter between my legs” Jaggu said, “The beer is also not helping, it is growing hotter and hotter”
“You might want to stop somewhere and take a leak” She replied.
“I wish it was that easy, I have a better idea”
It took a good long time for him to finally reach home; he pulled into the parking lot. His girlfriend’s car was already there, picking up his laptop bag, he ducked into the house. He walked into the dark room; the current had gone since the rains were heavy. He peeped into Priya’s room, the hot daughter, she was on her bed, wearing shorts and t-shirt, her lovely round arse inviting, her legs raised, she was busy on her laptop. Without missing a beat, Jaggu walked up the flight of stairs, to his girlfriend’s room.
In the dimly candle lit room, he saw her still in her sari, busy on the phone.
“the invertor is not working sir” she spoke into the phone, “tried a couple of times, when can you send someone over?” Anjana spoke.
“Make sure you send someone tomorrow itself” she interrupted as Jaggu sneaked up behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, slipping into the loose pallu, gently dipped his hand under wrap of her sari.
She was still on the phone, when he kissed her on the nape of her neck, gently using his lips to lick the spot of wetness from the rain. His hand searched for the elastic strap of her panties, slipping in his fingers till he found what he was searching for. He slipped one of the fingers between her pussy lips.
“I am on the phone” Anjana said, “Do you have to do it now?”
“I am not on the phone and yes now is the best time” Jaggu replied
His fingers finding the spot between her legs, he thrust it deeper and she almost gasped.
“Send your person tomorrow. Good night” Anjana disconnected the call and she finally moaned with pleasure.
Jaggu stuck his fingers deeper, exploring every bit of her wet cunt with all gusto, he could hardly resist. Despite the awkward position he still felt comfort in pleasuring her.
“What happened to you today?” Anjana asked between muffled moans and groans.
“I have been horny since noon” Jaggu replied.
“I can figure that” She reached behind her back feeling his erect cock, he helped her unzip his trousers, pushing out his cock, she grabbed it, feeling the heat and blood pump in through it. It was dry as a desert, hot as a desert and she felt his slap his cock on her bums.
“Bloody don’t slap around and stuff it in” she screamed at him, a lot louder than usual especially in a house with no electricity, it was fucking loud.
“Don’t hurry dear, this is not going anywhere” Jaggu spoke, teasing her by rubbing his cock on her butt and the crack between her bum cheeks, his finger still pleasuring her. He leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck, not ashamed to leave his mark, a light red coloured mark. Anjana bent backwards, her head raising up as her long hair fell neatly on her shoulders. Jaggu leaned further raising his head a bit grabbing her face with his free hand as they locked their lips one more time. His cock still caressing her bums, while he finally pulled out his finger from her pussy.
“Good God! You are killing me” she replied.
“And so where you all day”
“Not my mistake”
“Who is to blame?”
“You could have gone to the bathroom and finished it off”
“And waste a perfectly good boner” Jaggu paused, kissing her one more time, “Not my style love, I love my balls to be emptied right where it belongs”
Anjana giggled as she lay on her back, shifting her position, Jaggu pulled back adjusting himself, parted her legs and kneeled down, wet his lips.
“Creamy already?” he asked.
“You fucking bastard, you got me here”
“I am going to make it worse” Jaggu replied, smiling, their eyes locking letting her know he was not done with the teasing. He parted her wet pussy lips, thick white pussy juices crisscrossed her parting lips like cobwebs. He dug his face between her legs and his tongue parted her pussy lips plunging in deep.
Anjana moaned, gasping as she felt her body tingle with each stroke of his tongue, careful and calculated his intention was to tease her and she knew it very well. Her body arched and her feet lifted off the floor, suspended in the air. He parted her lips and went deeper and she moaned louder. The muscles in her thighs and stomach ached, the pain of holding the leg up and the pleasure of what he was doing. She finally slid her legs on his shoulders, she reached for his head with both hands, grabbed the locks of his hair and thrust his head deeper.
A floor below, Priya had just turned her i-pad off, she checked the time, it had been a good thirty minutes since the current had gone. There was not much battery left in her laptop or mobile. She slammed the laptop shut, it was still dark in her room, she took a while to adjust to the darkness. Jaggu, her mom’s new boyfriend had one of those mobile chargers, she remembered. She hoped he had not used it all up, she walked out of her bed and opened the door of her bedroom. She wondered who had closed the door remembering she herself had done it when she saw Jaggu stare at her in an awkward way, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. Brushing it aside as just a curious look, she walked out to the hall and was about to call for her mom when she heard moans and groans from the bedroom.
“They were at it again, damn, not bothered to even close the door” she thought. A minute she stood there hearing her mom’s loud moans, “Wow she is having the time of her life” Priya thought as she retraced her step back to her room. She had almost closed the bedroom door when she heard her mom, loud and clear.
“Stuff it all in, please… oh fuck..”
“Not so soon my dear” it was Jaggu, Priya realised.
“Fuck” a louder moan, “oh fuck you..”
“Wow mom is real slutty” Priya thought with a smile.
“Ssshhh” she heard Jaggu speak, “She is down there”
“She is plugged to her I-Pod” Anajan replied.
“No wonder” Priya heard as Jaggu replied.
Digging up a bit of courage, Priya walked cautiously up the flight of stairs, careful not to reveal herself. It was still pitch dark, she had no idea when the current was going to come. Step by step she climbed, cautiously and silently. The moans were still loud and the sound of gasps and groans. Priya climbed up half, just enough for her to see in her mom’s bedroom. The door was wide open, her mom was on the bed, with her legs around Jaggu’s shoulders and her back raised as his face was buried between her legs.
“Damn, that guy knows what he is doing” she wondered as she leaned back, making herself comfortable, still fighting the urge to go a bit more up. She wanted to see her mom’s face, the face of a woman when she was being pleasured.
Priya almost took few steps down when she saw Jaggu finally pull his head back, he then stood up, his back towards her, blocking her view completely. She watched as he leaned forward, she did not have to be told where his dick was going. It did not take long before she saw him thrust slow and controlled, then increase the pace slightly only to slow down just to be shouted at, he repeated it a few times, Priya could only wonder what her mom was feeling like, bastard was teasing.
The next time he leaned forward, Priya saw her mother wrap her legs around him, the next few minutes were purely animalistic lust taking over two people, thrusts and heaves, gasps and moans before she heard her mom moan, climax. She saw Jaggu still at it only to hear her mom gasp and groan again.
“Second time. Fuck!” Priya thought.
The third orgasm was louder, it was vengeful and furious, as she could only hear.
Jaggu stood back wondering why he had not yet finished it off, he could still feel his cock hard and erect and wondered what had happened. It was unlike him, he pulled out his penis from her cunt, it was a sword shinning in his woman’s juices.
“What the fuck?” Anjana asked, “You still not cum baby” she asked looking at his hard cock.
“It has been like that since noon” Jaggu lied, he remembered exactly when he had got a hard on, when they were discussing about Priya in the pub.
“I can’t let it go on all night” Anjana spoke as Jaggu walked towards the bath room.
“Help yourself on my face” Anjana said.
“Baby I know you don’t like that”
“Not always, but there is always a first for everything”
Priya watched as her mother climbed out of the bed, naked. She then walked towards where Jaggu was standing at the foot of the bed and whispered something to his ears. Priya watched as her mom sat down on the floor her neck resting on the soft cushion of the bed. Jaggu angled his leg carefully as Priya watched her mom open her mouth wide.
It could not have been clearer than before, the light falling on his cock, her mother’s face, she could not have asked for a better view. Priya watched in amazement as she saw the cock slip into the open mouth, inch by inch.
Jaggu could feel the tip of his cock touch the tender throat of hers, he pulled out as Anjana coughed a little only to sit back, open her mouth again. He angled one more time and a bit more carefully thrust his cock in to her mouth and gently and slowly began pumping in and out of her mouth. Few thrusts later he pulled out his saliva soaked cock, treads of saliva dripping down his cock.
One more go, he thought.
Priya watched as his cock went deeper this time, his balls almost touching her mom’s chin. The then stood like that for what looked like a long time, till her mom pushed his leg and he withdrew his cock. Coughing and gagging, she saw her mom spit out globes of saliva, coughing.
Jaggu stood up, patted Anjana’s back.
“I told you we did not need to…”
“It’s okay” Anjana replied, “Now let us empty your balls”
Priya watched as her mother took Jaggu’s cock, servicing it carefully, slowly first and then catching on pace. Jaggu’s face was awash with emotions, it felt like his world was rotating and he was having the trip of his life. It went on for a while before Priya saw Jaggu pull out his cock.
“Finish it off” Anajan screamed.
“Baby…”
“I am not letting that go waste” Anjana said as she sat back, pulling her hair back and sticking her tongue out.
Jaggu stroked his cock a few times and Priya watched in excitement as she saw the first burst of semen shoot out on to her mothers face. Bursts after bursts followed, it was like raining before Jaggu finally stopped. Her face was painted in his semen, Anjana smiled and arched her forward and sucked the last remaining semen off his cock. She then sat back and he joined by her side, his cock was still in her hand.
Priya climbed down the flight of stairs and silently walked back into her room, closing the door and plugging back to her I-pod.
When the current came, her mother walked in.
“How long you been listening to music, stop and do some work”
Priya just smiled and unplugged her headphones, turned to her book. Her mind was somewhere else. Late night she fingered herself to a climax thinking about what she had seen, not once, but twice, till her body crumbled into a useless heap of flesh and bones under the bed sheet.

 

The Beef

A single black Baleno turned right after the Brawler Road heading down south of the city, he checked the rear view mirror as was his habit since his days, not noticing any vehicle he squeezed the throttle gained speed. Not long after he had disappeared into the darkness a slower Mercedes pulled down the same road.
The Baleno pulled down the last row house, parked the car in the driveway and walked to the door, knocked it three times. He waited just as the Mercedes drove to the next house, the window partially open, a single gun fire suppressed to near silence rattled out followed by another gunshot. The first bullet hit the back and the second right on the spine. The Baleno driver fell down on the driveway, gasping for breath as the gun man walks out.
Face masked he walks up to the injured man.
“In the back?” the dying man asked, “You no man”
“I am not the one dying”
The wounded man kept quiet, taking his time to breath. “Don’t shoot the face”
“I got orders”
“Please not the face let my family have an open casket. Not the face”
The gunman pulled out a second gun, with special made armour piercing bullets, with a larger barrel and bigger suppressor, aimed it at the forehead and squeezed the trigger.
The head splattered like a melon run over by a truck, his brain and fragments of his skull shattered across the drive way. The lifeless body lay in a pool of it’s own blood, piss and excrement.
The gun man walked back to the running car, wore the seatbelt and disappeared into the darkness.

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