Bitch For Bull
Let me shed some light on my background. I am a police head constable Jagadambika. My husband’s name is Krishnan. He is an insurance agent. I have a son, Surya. He is doing his bachelor’s degree in a nearby college. I was a traditionalist woman until this happened in my life. Let me start the story. One day I came home after long hours of duty. I found my son with contusions and cuts all over his face. He was crying. I was dismayed by seeing him like that. My husband was cleaning my son’s wounds with a cotton sponge. On seeing me enter the house, my son started shouting, “Mum, Srinath thrashed me in the playground”. I got enraged hearing that. “Where is this bastard’s house?” I asked furiously. My husband told me Srinath’s whereabouts. He said, “Honey, you go and ask him to leave our son alone”. I rode my scooty to his house. I was in my khaki uniform. As soon as I reached his house, I parked the scooty and walked towards the door. Before I press the calling bell, a fine-looking boy in his twenties opened the door. “Come in, madam,” he said with a mannish voice. I was very angry until I saw him. He had a pair of dark brown magnetic eyes which I cannot see directly. His face was covered with an evenly grown thick beard. He was lean as well as athletic. He had a body of a boxer in a lightweight category. He was neither tall nor short, it was the perfect height as I would say. He had a macho body language. I stood there frozen for a second. And suddenly, I regained my senses. After removing my boots, I walked into his house without saying anything. He closed the door and followed me. Me: Do you know why I am here? Srinath: Did Surya’s father gave a complaint or something? Me: Actually no, I am Surya’s mother. Srinath: I didn’t know that Surya had such a hot mother. (I started to blush and smiled a little.) Me: Where is your mom, I need to talk to her? Srinath: I am afraid that my parents won’t be here until tomorrow morning. Me: Ok. Let me come to the point..(before finishing my sentence, he intervenes.) Srinath: Do you want a cup of coffee or something? Me: I didn’t come here for coffee. Srinath: Then why are you here, aunty? (I gained all my confidence and started to talk.) Me: I am here to warn you that if you don’t stop bullying my son, you will have to face serious consequences. Srinath: You and I both know why I bully your son. He is a weakling, a crybaby. It is natural for the stronger to prey on the weaker. Me: How dare you? (I slapped him!) Srinath (omes closer to me): I always like ascendant women like you. Enough talking about your son, let’s talk about your husband, darling. (I raised my hand to slap him again but this time he held my hand.) Srinath: I know your husband is a wimp. That’s why you are here to confront me. He is not even a man to face me. I know you are dying for a real man inside. Me: That’s not true, you prick. (I tried hard to free my hand from his hand.) Srinath: Darling, you are a terrible actor. I can tell by your face that you need a real man to tame you. Me: You are holding the hand of a police officer against her will. You can go to jail for this, are you aware of that? Srinath: Come on, I am not holding your hand against your will. This is what you desire, darling – a manly touch. (he let my hand go free.) Me: I can arrest you for what you have done. But I don’t want to spoil a boy’s life. Stop bullying my son and I will forgive you. Srinath: Farling, I am going to touch your breasts and I am 100% confident that you are not going to stop me from doing it. (Saying that, he put his hand on my breast over my uniform and started cupping it). Me: Take your hand off my breast (I said it in a smothered voice). I was slowly giving myself into his touch. My primal urges started to take control of me. He knew very well how to handle a woman’s breast. Srinath: So, why are you not taking my hands off your body? Your hands are free now. I didn’t say anything. Srinath (taking his hand off my breast): I will not touch you unless you ask for it). My pussy started to moisten. I wanted his touch badly. I wanted him to satisfy me. I was decent looking woman. I had 34D size breasts with equally gigantic buttocks. I had blubbery belly hid under my tight uniform. My plump cheeks were full of pimple scars and I had a grey and black ponytail till my shoulders. My silver nose piercing was right next to a mole in my face. Many of my senior officers longed for me. I never entertained them. But this was different. I was feeling like a teenage girl falling in love for the first time. Me: I want your fingers to caress me. (I muttered) Srinath: What? Say that looking into my eyes. Me: I want you to run your hands all over my body (I burst out) looking straight into his eyes. Hhe grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him. Srinath: I am going to make you whine like a whore. Your son needs a real man as a father. I will father him. On saying that, he placed his lips over my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth. I hugged him tightly. He took his hands and snatched my buns. He started pressing it vigorously. Both of our bodies were melting onto each other. We both started to interchange our saliva. Srinath moved his head apart to broke the kiss. A cord of saliva connecting his lips with my lips broke as he moved his head away from mine. He took his hands and started unbuttoning my khaki shirt. And soon, I was in my black shimmy (camisole). My red bra strap was visible now. In a blink of an eye, he removed my shimmy. He kissed on my bosoms over my bra. My erect nipple was ready to pierce through my bra. His hands slowly reached for my bra hooks. Soon my bra fell on the floor. Now, I was In front of him wearing only pants. He buried his head in between my both boobs and started to rub his face there. I felt his beard brushing against my boobs.