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Subject: {ASSM} New Story - Time to Kill (MF, MMF, Wife, Cons)
Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 05:10:13 -0400
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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. 
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

   Time to Kill (MF, MMF, Wife, cons)

   Boredom was my biggest enemy, my nemesis I would say.  I spent
most of my time battling this foe that crept up everyday as sure
as the sun rose. I soaped my body twice and brushed my teeth
until I couldn't hold the foam any longer.  I cursed that my
sleep no longer cradled me until late in the morning and I had to
wake up as lying in bed was even worse.  I took time to dress up
deciding which three thousand rupee jeans I would wear today.
Should I wear a silk shirt with that or just a dobby woven cotton
designer shirt.  Decisions to make were my friends and I took my
time deciding. While deciding I looked at the mirror.  My naked
form looked back at me. My genitals dangled lifelessly surrounded
by smooth hairless skin.  I often wondered why it was referred in
the plural when I had only one penis.

   My penis was my friend and foe.  When the sexual hunger hit
me, I surrounded myself with willing girls usually three or four
at a time.  The male sex was cursed as we had only a single
bullet to shoot.  After that I threw the naked girls out, their
soft buttocks jiggling with their clothes in their arms.  But
prior to shooting that load, I tried holding myself for hours. 
Usually I held on for four hours.  That was my average.  Very
rarely I had spilled it earlier.  It was a curse.  I wanted that
final ecstasy but dreaded its arrival.  After I shot my load, I
was back to face my boredom.  Once spent, my penis could no
longer help me.  It was useless.

   There was no conversation in the usual sense.  I was not
interested in their insignificant lives.  They shamelessly
enjoyed themselves being naked. My words to them were commands. 
I would arrange the girls in poses as if I were a photographer. 
They were always compliant although they giggled too much for my
liking.  I would make them press their young lithe bodies
together as if standing in line but much closer.  Their pussies
with sparse bristly hairs were pressed against the curvaceous ass
of the girl in front of them.  I would make them sit on the floor
in a row, their legs wide open, their labia glistening and
exposed.  With a magnifying glass in my hand, the large powerful
ones that you would see in doctor's offices of days gone by, I
peered into their pussies one by one.  I studied their brownish
pink flesh still young, juicy and inviting.  I observed their
little budding black prickly hairs sprouting like weeds in a
garden, surrounding the little folds guarding the cavernous hole.
 Then I commanded them to get on their knees, their little
breasts still defying gravity.  I would pull apart their cheeks
and reveal their bung-hole one by one.  I would probe my fingers
deep inside each of their assholes, making them simultaneously
writhe in pleasure and discomfort.  That made them stop, giggling
for awhile at least.

   By now my cock would rise, though it may fall again.  There
were still games to play and commands to give.  Upon my command
they would lap each other up, their tongues working diligently. 
As I lay on my bed, I would have four tongues from all directions
slurp on my handsome member.  I would expect such a sensation
would be too difficult for anyone to manage, but I was still able
to hold myself for I needed much more to spurt that gratifying
glob of whitish goo.

   I chose to wear the silk shirt today and put it on with
unhurried deliberation.  I had time to waste.  With my jeans
zippered and buckled, I waited for Avi to make his appearance.  I
wondered how long before I got bored of him and his ideas.  But
for now he was good for me.

   Avi worked for my father's huge empire, which would soon be
bestowed upon me.  If one needed money for food, shelter and to
pay their bills, they had a purpose in life.  They had a reason
to get up, get bathed and go to work.  I didn't have anything to
get me up in the morning.  For every breath I took each single
day, I made more than Avi's monthly pay.  In fact if I placed
myself in my father's extensive business operation, I would
probably become a hindrance causing my net worth to decrease
minutely.  So to make more wealth, I had to remain to my own
devices.

   Now Avi had come up with a nice new device.  He reminded me
that power was better than sex and power and sex together was the
best.  He had put the word out that for a simple task for which
couples could get eight thousand rupees (about $174).  I never
expected to get so many willing participants.  "No one will agree
to do that for eight thousand rupees.  We need to offer twenty
thousand," I said.

   "No, eight thousand would be enough," he said.  So such was
our offer and participants came pouring in.  The task itself was
just an interview to be conducted by yours truly and the first
one was conducted on just this past Monday.  It was a great
success, I might say.  Now, I was looking forward to the next
interview and that was definitely good news.

   "Good morning, Rahul," Avi said.

   "Uh-huh," I muttered.  I didn't care for salutary exchanges. 
I disliked Avi's round horn-rimmed glasses.  Besides being out of
fashion, I couldn't figure out what the bugger was thinking or
conspiring.  You see I have a lot of time in my hands.

   "In a few hours, the next couple will be coming over," Avi
said.  He handed me the file.  It was really professionally done.
 There were seven neatly printed out pages and five pictures
printed on glossy papers.

   I took a quick glance of the dossier studying the wife's face
and her particulars, a thirty-two years old wife and pleasing to
look at.  I was satisfied.  "Good," I said.

   "She works in a government office and her husband is a
chartered accountant working for Airtel here in Mumbai," Avi
said.

   "Did you ask them why they are doing this?  Even a whore takes
more money," I asked Avi.  I spoke slowly.  It passed the time.

   "It's the money.  Any opportunity to make it.  That is what I
can figure," Avi replied.  He had this disconcerting way of
twitching his shoulders after completing every sentence. 
Noticing such things passed my time.

   Dark clouds had collected over the late morning sky.  The
effect may seem sudden for those not acclimated to the weather
patterns around this region.  My senses didn't catch the subtle
changes today and I was caught unaware of the impending
cloudbursts.  I felt amused that the interview today had
distracted me such.

   I studied the picture of Roopa's breast, a close up.  The
clarity was extraordinary.  Every little pimply protrusion
surrounding the large proud nipple was discernable.  I took
notice of a mole on her left breast, a couple inches above the
areola.  Would her husband enjoy my sucking on those nipples?  I
wondered.  "Avi, tell me.  Didn't you enjoy taking these
pictures?" I asked.

   "It's my job, sir." That twitching again.

   "Does that mean you don't enjoy your job?" I asked.

   The ends of his mouth curled up or so I imagined.  "No sir.  I
enjoy my job sir.  But it is a job sir," Avi tried to explain.

   "Wasn't it titillating to see this unclothed married woman
allowing you to take her picture?" I asked.

   "Yes, sir," he replied.  I could sense his reluctance to my
questionings. Too bad for him, I enjoyed reluctance.

   "Did she remove her clothes freely?" I asked.  Thick heavy
globs of rain were hitting the windowpanes with unabated
ferocity.  The noise was deafening so I was speaking louder.

   "Quite freely, sir, although the husband seemed to hesitate. 
He stopped his wife a few times but after talking it over among
themselves, they continued," he said.  His customary twitch
followed.

   "Go on.  So what happened?" I prodded Avi.

   "Well, sir.  The wife finally took off her clothes but she was
covering herself.  I told her that I could not take the pictures
unless she put her hands down to her sides.  Then she finally did
and I took the pictures," Avi said.

   Avi wasn't giving me any juicy details.  I was getting tired
of his trite answers.  Oh well, the couple should be here soon
for the interview. "Thank you, Avi.  Stay downstairs till they
arrive.  When they come, bring them upstairs.  Have them seated
here," I said pointing to the two seats. "Make sure Roopa is
unclothed when I come in."

   I examined the rest of the pictures.  Avi took a close up of
her pussy showing mainly her pubic mound.  A close up of her ass
and her face was next.  I particularly enjoyed her side profile.
I could see that her breast had begun their sagging journey. 
Also her tummy was fleshy and beginning to expand.  Seeing the
naturalness of a woman's body was also a turn on.  There were so
much more imperfections to explore with my magnifying glass.  I
left the best for the last, the full frontal.  There was nothing
more appealing.  The woman was left vulnerable to the eye of the
viewer.  She was saying see me in all my glory.  I am all yours
for your viewing pleasure.

   The pounding of the thunderstorm had abated.  The lightning
had gone further away and the thunder no longer shook the room. 
If things went as planned, the sun, hot and muggy, would creep up
through the thick clouds. Soon it would become a sauna.  I read
what Avi wrote about the couple: how many siblings each of them
had, when they were born, where they got educated.  It was pretty
mundane stuff.

   The red lamp went on and off on the wall.  Avi announced the
couple's arrival.  I left the room for the one adjoining.  Avi
would get them seated, the wife naked and then I will make my
entrance.  The wife should be ready for the interview.  I didn't
want to be involved in the coaxing of her clothes removal as such
things could happen.

   I was a little excited.  That was a good sign.  It was not
easy to feel anymore when one had all the time and money.  I
could hear Avi's voice directing the couple.  Did the husband
seem anxious?  I hoped so.  It took a while before Avi called. 
They were ready.

   I walked in.  The couple was seated but when they saw me they
glanced at each other and stood up unsure of themselves.  Roopa
seemed embarrassed and so did Ravan, her husband.  I spread my
mouth into a wide smile.  "Sit down. Sit down.  Make yourself
comfortable," I said.  I sized them up slowly my face still in a
smile.  Roopa looked inviting sitting naked, her legs pressed
hiding her pussy.  By the time I was done nothing would be
hidden.  "I thank you for coming today," I said.  "Ravan, do you
think your wife is still attractive.  She did gain a few kilos
after the birth of your son?" I asked the husband.

   "As you know, sir, no one can keep the same weight after
childbirth," Ravan said.

   "Yes, indeed.  But your wife is still lovely," I said.  I
reached for her breast and gently tweaked her nipple.  Roopa took
a deep breath but allowed my hands to caress her breast.  "Very
lovely," I said and took my hand back.  Turning towards Roopa I
asked, "Have you ever shaved yourself totally there?" I said with
my pointed finger inches away.

   "No," Roopa voiced softly.

   "Well, I would like to see it bare," I said.  I pressed on the
intercom. "Prakash, Prakash," I shouted into the box.

   "Yes, Sir!" Prakash's voice bounced back with a metallic
twinge.

   "Bring me a bucket filled halfway with warm water, two clean
towels, two razors and shaving cream.  Hurry!" I commanded.

   "Yes, Sir!" the voice bounced back.

   "You trust me, yes.  I do a very good job.  You will be
happy," I told Roopa.  "Sit there.  Over there at the ottoman. 
It will easier," I said. Roopa stood up and walked over to the
large off-white leather ottoman. "Bring your chair along," I told
Ravan.  She sat tentatively legs crossed. I brought a little
stool next to her and sat down.  I gently placed my hands on her
knees and pulled her legs apart so that her labia was exposed. At
that very moment Prakash knocked on the door and entered the
room.  He carried the paraphernalia that I ordered.  He intently
checked out the naked Roopa causing her tremendous embarrassment.

   "This will be nice and warm," I said as I soaked one of the
towels into the bucket.  I wringed out the water and wiped her
genitalia with care.  I placed the towel on her pussy as I
prepared the shaving cream and razors. "So Kavan, are you looking
forward to see her pussy hairless?" I asked as I removed the
towel and applied the cream with the applicator over the hair
growth.

   "Yes, sir," he replied.  I wasn't sure if he really meant it
or he was just replying what he thought I wanted to hear.

   I considered myself adept at shaving a woman's pubic hair. 
With quick and sure strokes, I had made her bare.  Her husband
watched every stroke of my hand.  I had to make her bend on her
knees for the hard to reach areas. I couldn't resist massaging
her anus, making Roopa blurt out an unexpected moan.  Once done,
I casually used the other towel to clean her up.  I studied my
work and was pleased.  "Now isn't that beautiful?" I asked the
husband.  He nodded after glimpsing at his wife's naked twat.

   Back to the chairs, I continued my questioning.  Prakash came
back in to pick up the stuff.  He made sure to take another look
at Roopa before he left.  "Have you had sex with anyone besides
your husband?" I asked Roopa.

   "No, sir," she replied.

   "But after today, you know you will have to answer in the
affirmative to that question," I pointed out.  "Would you please
part your legs slightly. After all the work I have done, I would
like to see your cunt." The words had the desired effect on Kavan
and Roopa.  I could see that he was affected by my using the word
'cunt'.  She parted her legs open.

   "How do you feel that another man would me using your wife's
body?" I asked Kavan.

   "Not very good, sir," he replied.  The air conditioner inside
the room was keeping the humidity at bay.

   "Would you try to stop me as I plunged myself in her?" I
queried.

   "I will not, sir.  We have agreed to your conditions," Kavan
replied.

   "But you would like to, yes?" I continued.

   "Yes, sir," he said.

   I stood up and walked behind Roopa.  I loved short hair and
Roopa looked nice with it.  I planted kisses on the nape of her
neck taking in her aroma. Each of my hand cradled her breasts.  I
sat back down on my chair.

   "How big are you, fully erect?" I asked Kaval.

   His eyes widened but quickly answered, "Five and a half
inches, sir." Only men with inadequate penises mentioned the half
inches.

   "Does that satisfy you?" I asked Roopa.

   Her mouth made a partial smile or so I imagined.  "No, not
really, sir," she said.

   "I am very much sure Roopa has been satisfied by me, sir,"
Kavan said. He was not pleased with his wife's response.

   "Well, she begs to differ," I said.  "Have you always wished
to try something bigger and better?" I asked Roopa.

   "Yes," she said looking down.

   "Don't be embarrassed about it, Roopa.  We all wish for
something better. Even your husband.  But you are very lucky
today.  You are actually going to get something better.  Just
see," I said.  I stood up, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my
zipper and removed my pants.  Next I pulled down my underwear to
reveal my semi-erect cock already bigger than her husband's.
"See, I am hairless, just like you.  Go ahead touch it.  I will
show you how big it can become," I said.

   As Roopa tenderly or lovingly should I say put her hands on my
shaft, it grew to its full length of over eight inches.  "It is
beautiful, sir," she said.

   I sat down naked below the waist to continue my questioning. 
The husband behaved himself for the rest of the time.  He had
given in to the inevitable.

   "Do you pleasure your wife with the tongue?" I asked.

   "Do you mean to go between her legs?  I do not do that, sir,"
he replied.

   "What a pity," I muttered.  Just a week ago I had noticed
Prakash relishing an ice pop downstairs in the kitchen.  His
tongue spurted out like a serpent's and it seemed to be able to
circumvent the ice pop with unusual dexterity.  I was so amazed
that I sat just watching him.  Then after much coaxing I had made
him admit his talent.  His tongue could and would take his wife
into ecstasy day in and day out.  Prakash even said his wife was
addicted to his magical tongue that he had to use it on her
otherwise she would refuse to cook and care for their children. 
"You have no idea what you are missing.  I shall remedy this
thoughtlessness of your husband's," I said.  Then barking into
the intercom, I called for Prakash's presence again.

   I could see that both Roopa and Kavan were embarrassed to have
Prakash make an appearance again.  They fidgeted in their seats.
He was after all a middle-aged man from the servant class.  To
have him witness the naked Roopa from a working middle-class
family was a humiliation.  The way he had looked at her form
earlier was testament to the fact that he was seeing something
unthinkable for him.  She could not imagine this dark uneducated
man dressed in clothes on the verge of being in tatters to get to
see her in such a manner.  But they didn't know what I had in
store for them. Roopa, I expected, would appreciate my gesture
afterwards.

   When Prakash walked in, his eyes were once again riveted
towards the naked woman.  As ordered, she let her legs remain
apart exposing her puffy lips.  If the couple seemed
uncomfortable now, they were sure going to feel worse after what
I said.  "Roopa, spread your legs apart.  No, not like that. 
Move yourself forward and spread wide.  Wider," I instructed as
Prakash watched with lustful eyes.  "Don't underestimate this
simple older man.  I have found that he has an amazing talent,
one that he will use on you.  Kavan, you must watch and learn
because forgive my honesty but with your smaller size you will
really need to use your tongue and mouth to satisfy your
beautiful wife.  Show your tongue, Prakash," I said.

   Like those documentaries on TV about wild and dangerous
animals, Prakash unleashed his tongue ready to devour his prey. 
Kavan vacillated on his urge to protect his wife but remained
helplessly seated.  Upon my command, Prakash dove between the
smooth thighs, his grimy fingernails poking the soft flesh there.
 His tongue lapped up the clean fleshy orifice with enthusiasm
for it was surely tastier than that belonging to his wife. Roopa
having never experienced such pleasures uncontrollably jerked her
limbs and torso like a wounded animal.  Given the circumstance,
Roopa managed herself quite well.  If there ever was a continuous
prolonged orgasm, Roopa seemed in the midst of one.  She moaned
unashamedly in front of her husband and me.  To the dismay of her
husband, she had grabbed Prakash's fuzzy unkempt hair by her
fingers making sure he didn't come up for air.  Prakash drilled
his wicked tongue inside her bunghole making Roopa's face contort
with uncontrollable desire.

   Thinking that too much too fast would be detrimental, I
commanded my servant to cease.  He left with a bulging hard-on
clearly visible underneath the soft gray fabric of his pants.  I
wondered if he went to relieve himself.  Roopa tried to gain back
some composure while she locked eyes with those of her husband's
transmitting unspoken words and feelings. "Roopa.  Can you tell
me how it felt?" I asked.  My exposed penis remained limp for
now.

   Sensing no reason to avoid the obvious, she answered, "Yes, it
was very nice.  I felt very good."

   "Would you wished your husband took such care of you?" I
asked.

   "Yes," she replied.  She moved back on her seat, her pussy not
as exposed as earlier.  Involuntarily she put her hands there and
noticing the company around her she withdrew it back to the side.

   "Kavan.  Would you begin to pleasure your wife now in such a
fashion?" I asked.

   His eyes rested on my penis.  "Yes, I would try," he
responded, his voice low and gnarling.  He didn't end his reply
with the customary "sir".

   "Good.  I feel like something good was accomplished.  In all
fairness, does Roopa pleasure you with her mouth?" I continued my
interview.

   "No, she wouldn't do it.  She says that a proper lady should
not do such a thing.  But I think the real reason is that it
makes her sick to put the penis in her mouth," Kavan replied in
detail relishing some revenge on her previous actions and
answers.  Kavan hadn't noticed the stirring in my loins upon my
hearing his response.

   "Well.  We will have to teach her then, wouldn't we," I said.
The 'we' that I was referring to was my penis and I.  I stood up
with my organ back in its full salute, its bulging head menacing
to the husband while I expected pleasing to the wife.  "Roopa,
hold my cock.  I know you want to," I said.  She obeyed, cupping
my sac with one hand and stroking the length with the other. 
"Now open your mouth.  Yes, more.  Good." I moved myself forward
to position my erection into her inviting mouth.  She shifted
down her chair to get lower.  It was awkward but she managed to
envelope her warm wet mouth a few inches onto my shaft.  Then
with her own initiative, she backed me off, got on her knees on
the floor and without resistance sucked on my dick while gingerly
fingering my testicles.  Her husband seemed defeated not
expecting her actions.  I smiled into Kavan's face as his wife
did a fairly good job with her mouth.  Her eyes searched up to my
face looking for my approval.

   Her mouth pleased me though I was still far from shooting my
single bullet.  Without making her feel her efforts went to
waste, I pulled her mouth off.  I got her on her feet, embraced
her naked flesh and kissed her. She parted her lips and our
tongues slivered together.  I looked into her most beautiful eyes
which stared blankly back into mine.  Her compliance to me was
touching and I relished this emotion of longing that I hardly
ever felt.  Such feelings were dangerous but I still allowed it
to linger.

   "So from now would you pleasure your husband's small organ
with your mouth?" I asked.  Roopa said that she would do her
best.  I expected some gratitude from her husband but he remained
sulking.  For the next hour and a half, I continued questioning
the couple.  Most of the questions were mundane.  Roopa now
unclothed for over three hours began getting comfortable.  She
moved around the room when she got tired of sitting.  She had her
knees up to her chest when sitting unchalantly putting forth her
puffy lips right in front that my eyes were unable to avoid. 
Kavan like a typical husband felt angry not understanding why his
wife was enjoying the sexual experience with this stranger and
practically ignoring all sensibilities for his feelings.

   When I went into my magnifying glass routine, Roopa turned
self-conscious.  Being examined with such scrutiny was a new
experience for her.  I studied and queried about every blemish on
her skin.  After a while she seemed aroused by the attention she
was getting and answered with controlled excitement.  My hands
freely explored her body and she seemed to relish my squeezes and
caresses.

   "Would you like Prakash to give attention to your clitoris
while I take your body into mine," I asked Roopa.  I noticed
Kavan eyeing my limp penis.

   Roopa momentarily glanced towards her husband.  She pursed her
lips and nodded her head.  I could see that she wanted to
experience as much gratification as she could muster in the
remaining time.  I couldn't blame her after all her husband had
not provided her with such pleasures.  I wondered how their
sexual relationship would change after today.

   "Very well.  I shall call Prakash for the main act of today's
interview. You have made a good choice.  Roopa, would you spend
some time privately with Prakash after we are done?  Don't you
think he should be rewarded for his services?  After all the poor
man is doing such a good service and I feel bad that he gets no
release.  It would really mean a lot to him, especially if you
have seen his wife," I said.  My cock had twitched itself alive
much to the dismay of the husband.

"I would not allow this," Kavan said. After all that had
transpired, it was too late to begin protesting.  There was a
hiss in his voice but it was neither menacing nor admirable.  It
sounded like a harmless garden-variety snake that I could squish
under my feet.

              "Thank you for your comments but I am sure Roopa
would love to accommodate," I said.

              We waited silently for Prakash.  Once again in a
directing roll, I had my old servant lie on the bed, his head
several inches from the foot of the large ornate bed.  I removed
my shirt.  I could see that my smooth hairless strong body was
delighting the wife.  My pecker stood tall and straight its form
absolutely perfect.  Roopa crawled into her position. On her
knees, her clitoris dangled within reach of the acrobatic tongue.
 Her pretty head rested between Prakash's legs, her cheek feeling
his erection underneath his pants.

             I stood in my position, the head of my penis inches
from Roopa's labia.  I gently caressed her smoothly shaven skin.
Kavan stood next to me to witness the taking of his wife.  I
anticipated the two stages of the penetration, first when the
head separated the labia and nudged itself inside the vagina and
second when I pushed to the hilt.  I believed it was the two best
sensations upon the taking of a woman.

             Poised to penetrate, I glanced at Kavan. My cock was
rubbing the opening, our juices mixing. Then the opening gave way
and the head nudged itself in.  My penis twitched from the
sensation.  I let it stay, prolonging that electrified feeling on
the tip of my organ.  Prakash's tongue lanced upward smothering
Roopa's clitoris.  She immediately convulsed from the assault
marking the initial orgasm of this session.  From her shaking, my
cock plopped out.  I plunged it in again, just the tip as before
letting her flesh envelope the head and stimulate its nerve
endings.

              "All this for what?" I said.  My eyes closed.  I
pushed myself all the way in, to the hilt one might say.  Prakash
lapped her intently.  I slid in and out.  In and out.  "For what?
 For what!"  At last.   At last.  My one moment shared by her and
me. I opened my eyes.  There was nothing more to do. Nothing more
to say.  I gathered my clothes and went to the adjoining room.

The End.

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