Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer This is a work of erotic fiction. The subject is erotic in nature and may not be to your liking. The author does not endorse the lifestyle or acts that are described here. It is meant solely for the reader's pleasure. If such literature turns you off, you are requested to stop reading here. Please do not try these things at home. What may read as exciting acts may be fatal to the participants if performed in real life. If you are still here, I hope you enjoy the story. Your comments, brickbats, and praise are all equally welcome. You can write to me at bentspoon@excite.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Conquering Rani Rani isn't your typical beauty. Far from it, she isn't even one of those that you would look at a second time if she passed you on the street. She doesn't help her cause by covering herself from head to toe in plain salwars. But she had a great advantage - she was married, and her husband was away in the US. Since he didn't have his "green card", he was not able to come home. The typical shark that I am, I homed in on her, smelling blood ready to be had. But it was not easy. I really had to woo her clothes off her. I guess a lot of men had the same idea that I did when they saw her. But the difference between them and me was my tenacity. I stuck to the task, even though it seemed to take forever. First I began to drop her home from work, then I moved to picking her up in the mornings also. The next step was getting her comfortable enough to talk "love" with her. From there we moved to holding hands. All the while she kept maintaining that she felt nothing for me. I let her believe that, telling her that it was not her need but mine and how touched I was that she allowed me to hold her hand and spend so much time with her. My tongue lived up to its billing and soon she was admitting that I was special to her, but still she refused to tell me that she loved me. It had become a routine for me to give her a call from below her apartment and tell her that I was downstairs, waiting to take her to work. Usually she would tell me that she would be right down and be in the car in about 5 minutes. But one the day in question, she asked me to go up to her apartment. I didn't feel very comfortable since her in-laws stayed with her. From what she had told me about them, they did not seem like very interesting people. So I told her that I'd wait down even if it meant she would take a bit longer. "No one is here", she told me. "Plus I need you to help me tie my saree." "What?" I asked her. "Yeah man. Everybody has gone for a marriage and I need someone to help me tie this. Come up, please." "On my way", I told her as I hurriedly locked the car and rushed up. If she hadn't tied her saree it would mean that she was in her blouse, and skirt. The blouse worn under a saree is a little bigger than a bra and hugs the breasts tightly. It leaves the stomach bare and a woman without her saree is a very erotic sight. She opened the door holding a towel to her chest. "Come in fast before someone sees me like this", she urged. I closed the door behind me and I stared at her. "Don't stare", she told me. "Can't help it", I said as I reached out and lowed the hand and towel that was covering her breasts. She didn't resist. "Please don't stare like that", she begged. "It will pass", I told her. I was hard and uncomfortable in my pants now. "I need you to tell me first if this blouse if ok, or I need to use the other one", she said. "Which other one?" She led me into her bedroom, and showed me the blouse on the bed. It was a sleeveless and cut sinfully low. "That is definitely better", I told her. "It's got the hooks on the back, so I need help to put in on", she told me. "Cool", I told her. "Do you want me to go out?" "What's the use? You have to come back in to help me with the hooks anyways", she pointed out. She then began unhooking her blouse. I felt my breathing go rapid as the mounds came into view. "Wow!" I whispered as I reached out and touched the area left bare by her bra. She closed her eyes as my fingertips brushed against her skin. "Hmmmm, you are distracting me", she said, her eyes still closed. "Want me to stop?" I asked, my voice hoarse. "Noooo", she crooned. I let my finger slip under her bra and felt for her nipple. Once I identified it, I put the tip of my finger on it and drew circles around it. She let out a moan. "Please", she said. "Please what?" I asked her. "Please don't stop?" she clarified. I helped her take off the blouse and then unhooked her bra. I cupped a breast and lifted it upwards, and took the nipple in my mouth and sucked gently. "Hmmm", she moaned. I moved to the other breast. She moaned again. "We'll be late to the office", she told me. I just kept sucking, and she didn't pursue the issue. I led her to the bed and lay her down, all the while never letting the nipple out of my mouth. She didn't resist me a bit, and soon I was kneeling beside the bed, sucking on her breast. I placed a hand on her thigh and slowly moved her skirt up. Soon I felt her naked skin at my fingers tips. After stroking her thighs for a while, I moved higher. "This is going further that I expected", she told me. "Want me to stop?" She shook her head. I went back to her nipples and my hands kept going higher. When I reached her panties they were already wet. I stroked her cunt from over the panties. She spread her legs wider, allowing me to slip my fingers in from the sides of the panties. I felt around and found her clit. I pressed it with my finger, and kept rubbing me. "Fuck me, please. I can't take this any more", she said. I helped her take off her panties and after taking off my trousers, mounted her. My penis slipped easily into her cunt. She sighed as my engorged organ opened her tunnel, as it pushed its way through. Our lips touched and we kissed as I began to slowly stroke in and out of her. "I'm cumming", she said". Her body tightened, she grit her teeth, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her breathing was rapid. I moved gently, allowing her to enjoy the orgasm. "Ah. Ah. Ahh", she kept screaming as her orgasm reached its crescendo. Then she went slack. I continued moving, slowly. The gentle stroking got her going again and her thighs parted wider, allowing me to go deeper into her. I increased the tempo slowly, until I was banging into her at a pretty good rhythm. Our eyes were locked into each other's. I didn't slow down, she didn't want me to. She began to move her hips in tandem with my strokes. Our breathing was loud and labored. Sweat had formed on her face, her hair clung to her face, and drops that formed on her forehead began to run down the side of her head. "I'm cumming again", she told me. "Me too. Want me to pull out?" "No. Put it in me. Don't pull out now. Not now, please", she begged. We began to cum. My sperm flowed into her. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer. The silence came suddenly. We were lying slack, it was over. I had conquered her. "Let's not go to work today", she told me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------