How Ramya Became A Bitch – Part 4

Vikram came after 5 minutes. I went to him and kissed his lips, but he wasn’t interested in foreplay. He was so desperate to get inside me. He lifted me to his kitchen and placed me on the slab. He lifted my saree till hips and moved my panty away from pussy lips. He put his monster cock in me right away.

“Are you that horny?” I asked. He kept fucking me without replying and didn’t even change the position. He exploded in me within 15 minutes. He got dressed and asked, “Shall we go?”

“I am ready to spend the whole night with you,” I said
“Maybe some other time,” he said. I understood that he wanted to go back to his house. I went outside to get in the car in which I came in.

“Come with me, I will drop you,” Vikram said. So I got in his car. The car he drives was an Audi. Meanwhile, the other one was a regular Sedan.

“Are you sure things will be alright with your husband?” he asked.
“Yeah, don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it,” I said.
“I’m sorry if I disappointed you. I might not be the right guy to satisfy your needs,” he said.

“No, no, it’s alright. Compared to my husband, it was way better.”

“Thanks for saying that. I stopped having sexual intercourse a long time ago. Now that I’ve had one with you, I’m interested in sex again.”

“Well, I can handle that.”

“I wish I could marry you and keep you with me.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing, actually. Except for the fact that you are married.”

“That won’t stop me,” I said and gave him a naughty look.

“Well, I’m married too,” he said.

“So, that’s what stopping you?”

“Yeah. But we can meet whenever you want. Unless your husband won’t be a problem.”

“He is not a problem at all. Our marriages will be good, and also we can have a beautiful affair going on,” I said and touched his pant. He was rock hard. So I started stroking his dick as he was driving.

“Is that possible?” he asked.
“Yeah, let me talk to my husband,” I said and kept stroking.
“Do you really have to do this now? We’ve reached your house,” he said.

“If you want me to stop, I have no problems with it,” I said and stopped stroking.

“No, no. Finish what you started, bitch,” he said. I bent down and unzipped his pant and started sucking on his cock. He came in my mouth. I swallowed the cum.

“Ok, see you soon. With the good news,” I said and got off the car. I had my own key, so I didn’t have to call my husband and open the door. But it looks like he was waiting for me to come back. He was still awake, sitting on the sofa in our living room.

“Hey, you’re back,” he exclaimed.
“Yes. I am,” I said.
“Did something go wrong? I wasn’t expecting you back till morning,” he said.

“No, it went good, he just wanted to go home. Don’t worry, you’ll get your promotion,” I said and went to my room.

I slept for a very long time. My husband woke me up the next morning. He informed me that he had already dropped Arun in school, and he is going to the office now. I felt lonely that day. Suddenly I got a call from Michael.

He asked me to be ready, and he’ll come and pick me up in 15 minutes. He didn’t say where we were going. Anyway, I changed to a transparent blue saree tucked below my navel. I wore a waist chain. He arrived after exactly 15 minutes and asked me to come to get in his car.

“What’s the matter? Where are we going?” I asked.
“We are going to meet this area’s MLA,” he said.
“Why would he want to meet me?”

“Just promise me you’ll go with the flow,” Michael said. Then I realized why.
“I’m gonna have to sleep with him?” I asked.
“Yes. The same reason why you slept with me,” he said.

“You owe him something?” I asked
“Yes, please. Will you cooperate?” he asked.
“Whatever. Let’s go,” I said.

After a 10 minute drive, we stopped at a house. It was big but not huge.
“He lives here?” I asked
“No, it’s one of the many houses he owns,” Michael said. The house had a few guards here and there. The MLA was waiting in the living room. He was excited to see me. He glanced at my body and exclaimed, “She looks younger than the others.”

“She has a grown-up son,” Michael said.
“She is the best slut you’ve brought so far,” he said and turned me to look at my back.

“Ok, leave us alone,” he said. Micheal left the room and closed the door. All of the windows were covered with curtains too.“What is your name, darling?” he asked as he turned me towards him.
“Ramya,” I said.

“I hope you’ve seen me on TV many times. I am Subramaniam,” he said as he slowly started removing my saree. “You look so beautiful for a middle-aged woman. I wish I could somehow own you,” he said as he fully removed my saree.

Subramaniam must be at least 50 years old. He had a little belly fat, his face had many wrinkles. He removed his dhoti and looked at me. I knew what I had to do. He sat down on his sofa. I kneeled down and removed his underwear. To be honest, I was expecting a tiny dick, but he had a black dick of a monster inside his undies.

I sucked his cock as precum was oozing out of his cock. Then he held my hair and stopped me from sucking. He lifted me up and made me stand near the sofa. He made me bend and put his monster in me. He fucked me for 15 minutes and came on my ass cheeks. We both sat on the sofa, naked and tired.

“Your husband ever did this to you?” he asked.
“No, he never made me orgasm,” I said.
“You know, I don’t fuck the same slut twice. But I want to keep you with me,” he said.

“Then keep me. I don’t mind,” I said. He was shocked.
“Really? You won’t tell this to anyone?” he asked.
“No. Why?”

“Usually the sluts who come, come against their will. They come because they don’t have any other choice,” he said
“I didn’t have any other choice either. But I wish you could keep me,” I said.

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he said. I kissed his forehead and said, “Sure, I’ll be waiting.” I got dressed up and went outside. Micheal was waiting for me in the car, he dropped me home.

To be continued.

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