by Maya Kapoor
“Call your wife and tell her you are going away this weekend. You shall see her Sunday night,” she was grinning ear-to-ear. He quickly dialed and lied convincingly.
“What now?” he asked. He hoped she had a plan because he was clueless.
“Let’s go to a hotel for the weekend. Of course the booking will be under your name and you will pay for it,” he nodded quickly. He didn’t even think twice about why ‘his name’ was required. His focus was only on the body that was partially covered in that black dress.
“What is your name by the way?” she asked stepping out and taking the wheel. He sat next to her in front.
“Shyam Manohar,” he answered honestly. She smiled as she started his car and drove.
“What is your name?” he asked pushing his seat to the farthest extent and sitting on his knees. She stared at him with surprise. He had never felt the kind of ecstasy he felt few minutes ago. He wanted it again.
She started the car and he pulled her left leg on his side. The benefit of driving an automatic is that you don’t need your both legs. She stared at him befuddled. He pushed her dress exposing her thighs and her still wet vaginal lips. He pressed his fingers in her, she was so wet, and he just wanted her. He rolled his middle finger in her and started pushing it inside out. An erotic moaning sigh escaped her mouth and her head fell backwards. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the erogenous pleasure. “Want me to stop?” he murmured salaciously.
“Oh… not at all…” she whispered sucking her lips as she looked down at her body. She was fidgeting on her seat. “I am all yours…”
“Yeah…” and before she knew it, his mouth was back between in her legs and he was sucking hard.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh” she screamed unable to control herself.
“Drive!” he ordered taking a pause. Now he was teasing her. “I want to do this when you are spreading on the bed,” she nodded trying to focus on the road. She hit accelerator and he too accelerated down there…
6.
Both of them don’t know or remember how they reached the hotel. He made her reach her breaking point twice in the car and even before she was about to recover, he started all over again. To him, he just couldn’t get enough taste of her orgasmic fluids.
Once in hotel parking, he stopped. They both were breathing heavily.
“Wow!” the word issued from her mouth heavily.
“You are just out of the world,” he muttered sitting back finally.
“Can you wait for like ten minutes,” she asked gingerly pulling her dress down. He stared disappointed.
“Let’s try and make it five!” and he hurried to the reception.
*
Booking the best suite the hotel offered and ordering a wine and scotch bottle, they stepped in their room. Every head turned in their direction as they walked by.
Locking the door he pushed her on the bed.
“Wait!” she ordered. He paused for a moment.
“Oh I can’t,” he hissed, dropping his pants.
“Your phone,” she ordered and pulled out his phone from his pants. She grabbed his erected penis in process and he just couldn’t argue. “Turn it off, now!” she demanded and undid his belt. He obliged immediately.
“Better,” she whispered and dropped his pants. He was ready and erect.
“Let’s do one round right now, I am itching to be satisfied in the old-fashioned way,” she spoke as she lifted her dress and exposed herself. Now with lights fully on, he just gawked at her… If she was perfect earlier, now she was an angel carved by God himself.
He pushed her on bed and spread her legs. “Wow!” he murmured as he pressed his fingers on her vagina.
“You can admire me all weekend,” she complained laughing. And at her words he pulled his penis and thrashed it inside her. She groaned loud and he felt satisfied. To him, it was a pleasure like no other. He thrashed in her for a few minutes and again, he was done, too soon. This time, she was not disappointed.
“Oh I love a woman’s body,” he spoke looking at his fallen warrior, which was still sticking inside her. She laughed.
“Enjoyed?” she asked lying still.
“Every penny,” he was about to say something when the bell rang and their drinks arrived. Sitting back, she composed herself and he went to open the door.
“What’s your name?” he asked accepting the bottles.
“You can call me Maya,” she chimed.
7.
“I will be back,” he announced and left for the bathroom.
She hopped on the floor and poured the wine in the glasses. Little did he know, his wine included something that would help her cause during the weekend!
He stepped out after a few minutes and was blessed by the sight of his life. She was standing in front of him, stark naked. He just ogled at her body for some time.
“Cheers!” she spoke handing his glass to him. He drank in one go. “Clothes are nothing but a formality,” she nibbled at his ears and filled his glass again. He emptied it too. She refilled his glass multiple times and in less than ten minutes he was whole bottle down.
Slowly she undid his shirt and pants. Now he matched her. He too was naked now. “You are a goddess,” he slurred massaging her breasts and placing his face in between them. She chimed with laughter.
She pushed him on the bed and kissed him everywhere. He roughed her perfect body by rubbing her. She didn’t mind, she felt excitement. She kissed his neck, chest, nipples, and stomach. But when she reached his penis, it was dead. She poked it but it just slumped to another side.
“What?” he was shocked at himself. Such beautiful girl was lying on top of her and his penis was not functioning?
“Maybe I can help,” she smirked and placed his dick in her mouth. She felt as if something soft rubbery was sitting idly on her tongue and nothing happened. She kissed, sucked but nothing.
“WHAT?” he was shocked…
“Maybe you are tired,” she suggested but he was annoyed.
“I want to,” he was furious. He poked at himself but nothing happened. He shook it in his hands, nothing happened. It was like he was feeling sex but was not able to do it!
She waited and watched him with amusement. He jumped up and down the room but nothing happened at all.
“Maybe,” she spoke after an hour or so… he looked at her. She raised her hands and her breasts moved beautifully. They formed the perfect arc and her nipples, though not hardened in the moment, teased him. “This would help,” and at this she spread her legs exposing her most intimate parts. He stared at them lecherously.
“Maybe,” he repeated and sat in front of her. He started kissing her neck… she lifted his hand and pressed her breasts with them.
“Ooohhh” he hissed as he moved down to her breasts and sucked them. He pressed, sucked, licked, bit and practically ate them. And she moaned and screamed in passionate agony.
“Is it helping?” she asked after a long session. He nodded hungrily but when he looked down, nothing was erecting.
“Maybe this will help,” she purred as she brushed his fingers on her vagina. And at this he moved down.
For a few minutes he scanned her vagina. He touched her everywhere and she jumped with every touch. However no jump was as mature as when he touched her sweet spot, her clitoris.
“This small spot is your hell,” he laughed as he played and massaged it. She wailed with passion.
“Oh…” he mumbled unable to control himself. And he started licking there. He started soft and her moans were light. But he increased the pressure, the moans and groans grew… He sucked her for long and then fucked her with her tongue and fingers. She cried in passion for almost an hour but nothing happened to him.
WHY?
8.
That night, they just slept – she was extremely satisfied sexually and he extremely frustrated.
They tried again during the night, the next morning, during the day but nothing happened. It was like his penis had just
died.
During the evening of Saturday, Maya finally offered.
“Looks like you are facing some issues, why don’t we meet next weekend?”
He hung his head hopelessly.
“You paid me for sex, so you can get it later, I am not returning your money,” she made herself clear. She was still naked and with no erection, he lost charm of her body.
He nodded solemnly.
“Why don’t we try one last thing, then we can bid goodbye?” she suggested and his face lit up with one last hope.
And at this she moved to the bathroom and half-filled the bathtub with warm water.
9.
Handing him the unopened scotch bottle, she entered the bath tub. He followed her and sat opposite. He opened the bottle and started drinking from it directly.
“Warm water helping?” she demanded. At this he pushed his hand on his penis and shook his head sadly.
“Drink up, it will help,” she proposed and he drank obediently. He was down to more than two-third of the bottle when she moved to him. She kissed him deeply everywhere and he moaned with pleasure. She pulled at his penis in water but it was still down.
“I am sorry, not sure what happened,” he muttered angrily in her ears.
“Well…” she was discontented now.
“So, I should go then?” she spoke getting up. He looked up, her vagina was opening up casually right above his face.
“Maybe a few minutes later,” he spoke checking her inviting pussy. And he pushed himself up and started sucking and tugging at her.
His action took her by surprise and she squealed with pleasure and fell on him. He balanced her and continued with his actions.
“Oh no! don’t stop,” she moaned and cried loudly. And he didn’t. They were half in water when she touched him and called, “I feel you now,” at this he paused and touched himself. He was erecting now… finally.
“Maybe we should do something exhilarating to get this in action,” she spoke in an animatedly eager tone.
“What?” he was too conscious.
At this, she lay back in water. Placed her each leg on either side of the bath tub and lifted herself! She was now practically floating in the water with her waist on the water bed,
“Do me now,” she asked with a wide grin,
“What?” he was confused. Her waist was getting engulfed in water now and then. He was scared that he might drown.
“I am almost about to come, just do me,” she ordered this time. Unsure of what to do, he hesitated, She saw worry on his face so she opened the lips of her vagina with her fingers and teased him. “Don’t you want this?” she spoke and rubbed herself with sensuous erotic strokes. Unable to control he pounced.
He started kissing and sucking but too much water filled his mouth. He didn’t feel much but she did. She was crying with passion. He supported her waist with his hand and lifted her butts so he can avoid water. Then he dug his teeth in her vaginal lips and kissed hard. Sucked brutally and she yelped with pleasure. He felt her body shake, he knew she was about to come. He tasted similar fluid he associated with final orgasm but she was not done. She pushed his face down again. Shocked though, he continued. She grabbed his hair and moaned again. But this time her moan was different. She forced his face in her vagina, he felt a bit suffocated.
And then, out of the blue she wrapped her legs around his neck.
And they both went under water.
A strong suffocation engulfed him and she just smiled with deep satisfaction. He could feel water pierce his nostrils. He swallowed water and his head got heavy. He pushed her and used his entire force against the bathtub walls but her grasp was too tight.
“Sssshhhhh…” she muttered as she continued pushing him. He was not able to breathe, he felt strangulated. And then he felt a strong movement, she had let go of his head and now his face was pressed against the bottom of the bathtub and she was on top on his head.
His hands were fighting for his life but all she did was laugh. She enjoyed it. His hands pulled at her, pinched her, scratched her, but she had endured worst.
And after a few long minutes of fight, it was over. He had finally drowned
Shyam Manohar was dead.
10.
Stepping out the bathtub, she saw the sight of her victory. The sight exhilarated her. She touched herself and she was turned on! Shame… she thought. She unplugged the bathtub and drained the water. Then she cleansed the tub and surrounding area with shower and then refilled the tub.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she called someone. Within minutes a small bag was sitting on her bed and she was pulling out some essentials – fresh clothes, disposable gloves, spirit and vacuum cleaner. She changed in a track suit with hoodie and started cleaning the room. She pulled the bed sheets, wiped her fingerprints from every corner of the room and bathroom, vacuum cleaned the floor and erased every trace of herself.
“One down… so many more to go! Maya is Back!” she hissed and pulled her wig. A relief ran through her. And erasing her makeup she stepped out of the room with her real face – a face no one recognized now.
Epilogue
The police have two theories regarding the death of Shyam Manohar.
First: he got heavily drunk and fell off in the bathtub and drowned.
Second: someone murdered him and staged it like an accident.
To know the truth, police is now hunting for the woman with whom Shyam Manohar came to the hotel. Several people saw her with him.
‘She was the most beautiful girl ever.’
‘Her tattoo on left wrist was her distinguishing feature.’
‘She was a goddess, just flawless.’
‘Her dress was so revealing.’
And etc. So police got so many statements with regards to when she entered with him. But nobody saw her leave. How? A girl that beautiful cannot leave a hotel without turning heads.
A massive hunt for her is organized but much to police’s dismay, nobody even knows her name.
Who is she? What has she done? Why was she there?
Will world ever find out?
TO BE CONTINUED