New Man of the House

New Man of the House
It was a Friday evening. Deepak and his girlfriend Fatima were on their way to Oyo for their weekly entertainment. Deepak and Fatima were friends for 6 years, but were dating for the last 7 months. While parking his bike, Deepak noticed a girl in a familiar dress. She covered her face with a scarf, which was very normal for Oyo visits. Fatima herself was in a complete burkha. Deepak doesn’t give much heed to it and goes to the reception. He notices a familiar guy, who was a classmate of Deepak’s sister. A fear started to grow in his gut. Was that girl standing outside his sister’s? Fatima noticed Deepak was acting weird. She asked him about it, and he just told her to go and get ready. He would join her in a few minutes. Deepak came to wait to watch the girl; she matched his sister’s height and shape, and he grew more suspicious. He calls his mother to ask about his younger sister’s whereabouts. His mother says Deepthi (Sister) said she would be late because she will be attending her friend’s birthday. By now, Deepak’s heart was racing. He dials his sister to check if it’s really her. Her phone starts to ring. The girl puts her hand in her handbag and pulls out her phone. Deepak’s heart sank; he couldn’t believe what was happening. Deepthi- Hello Anna. Deepak- Deepu. Deepthi- (Deepthi sensed sorrow in her brother’s voice) Anna, tell me, is everything fine? Deepak comes out of his trance and replies. Deepak- Yes, yes, everything’s alright. I just met in a small accident. Nothing has happened. I am all right. Can you come home? I can’t tell Mom alone; she will freak out. With you by her side, she would not react much. Deepthi grew concerned. Deepthi- how, what happened, are you all right? Shall we go to the hospital? Where was it? I will come directly there. Deepak- Nothing to worry, I am all right. Just be home as soon as possible. I am heading home. Don’t tell Mom till I reach home. Okay? Deepthi- yes, I will reach home as soon as possible. Don’t worry. I won’t announce it to her. They both hung up the call. Deepak observed the girl. She was confused about what to do. By now, Deepak was 90% sure that the girl was his younger sister, who had just turned 19. That guy came to her to take her in. The girl said something to him, and he was visibly disappointed. He started to react to her. He was not happy at all. She was pleading with him to take her back. He was too pissed to listen to her. He got on his bike and left without listening to her. She was left alone in front of an Oyo in a faraway area. She was scared. But she booked an auto, and after a few minutes, she got into it and left. Deepak was confused; he couldn’t believe what had just happened. His sister, cute little sister who still prefers chocos for breakfast, is all grown up to go to OYO. He felt like a failure. He was supposed to take care of his family after his father’s early death. He was a little relieved that he failed their plan. He was also angry with his sister. Deepak received a message from Fatima. It was a photo of her in sexy new underwear with hijab still covering her face. With a caption “Will you remove these or shall we start without you?” Deepak ran to his booked room. Fatima was facing the door with her legs wide open without locking the door. Deepak opens the door to see his full meals, which he was going to savour. This immediately brings up a smile on his face. He locks the door immediately and starts to undress, with only his underwear left, he jumps on her, kisses her all over her skin. Fatima was cleanly shaved; she did not have a single hair on her body, and it was as clean as milk. The only marks on her skin were his love bites from last week. Fatima- Are you going to kiss my body all day, or kiss my lips too? Deepak opened her burkha cover, revealing her face; she was as beautiful as the moonlight. Deepak never knew when he hit the Jackpot to have this beauty as his girlfriend. He starts to kiss her very aggressively. Fatima was surprised. Deepak was always slow and sensual, but today he was very aggressive. Fatima did not question it as she liked it too. After taking her breath away, without saying anything, Deepak went straight to her pussy. She smelled like jasmine. Deepak was ready to play with her jasmine. He kissed her clit gently and gently put his tongue inside. Fatima held his hair and started to guide him. Deepak took a pause and said, “I love you.” Fatima knew that even though he dearly loved her, he was actually speaking to her pussy. Fatima also replied by saying “love you too,” By shaking her hips, to imply it was her pussy saying. Deepak continued sucking her. Every time she was about to climax, he used to stop it and continue again. This frustrated Fatima. She held his head tight against her pussy when she announced she was Cumming. ” I am Cumming, baby, yes, I am Cumming, here I cum.” Deepak takes everything in, doesn’t leave a drop to go to waste. Fatima is panting and trying to catch her breath. Deepak goes to her and gives a kiss on her lips. She kisses him. Deepak transfers her cum into her mouth, which Fatima readily accepts. Deepak calls her “Dirty Whore.” She corrects him, “Your Dirt Whore” ” with cum still in her mouth. Both laugh at it. He kisses her again and takes a portion from her mouth, both gulp it down together and share a warm kiss. “It’s time to serve my king”, said Fatima, going down on him. She removed his boxers with a whip. His manhood slapped her chin. Fatima bit her lips and said, “Hello, Daddy.” He held his dick and slapped it on her lips and said, “Hello, dear, you need something.” “Yes, Daddy, I need you,” Fatima starts to kiss his dick and licks over it. She had become pro after doing it with him for the past few weeks. She took his entire length into her mouth till it touched her throat. She repeated this for the next few minutes.

Deepak had had enough, he announced, “I am Cumming, baby. I am coming for you,” He held her head so she couldn’t escape. She was not trying to escape, either. She drank his cum because she liked to serve him. Deepak was sweating and tired, but the main course was still pending, and he was flaccid. But Fatima knew the ritual. Fatima knew how to make him hard again. She leaned in to his ear and whispered, “Who should I play today, master?” To keep things spicy, they had created a tradition, Roleplay. Fatima used to play the role of other women whom Deepak fantasised about. “Ms Sharadha, play Ms Sharadha, I want to teach her who is in control.” Fatima was not surprised; this was the norm for them. Every time Deepak was pissed at some girl, she used to role-play as them to satisfy Deepak. Ms Sharadha was their professor. She was very famous for being strict and the most beautiful, voluptuous woman in their college. She was beautiful and she knew it. She intentionally wears revealing clothes to seduce men. Male students had the highest attendance in her class. She used to call the toppers into her cabin and show them her cleavage to motivate her students. Today, Ms Sharadha humiliated Deepak in front of others for scoring fewer marks even though he had done better than others. Deepak has a huge crush on her. Fatima knows it and does not worry about it as Deepak fucks her good and loves her to the core. She was never the jealous type. Deepak lifted Fatima and turned her around to doggy style. He yanked her hair back like he was riding a horse. He spanked her ass so hard his handprint left a mark. Fatima cried with pleasure. She knows what’s coming next. Deepak leaned forward and whispered to her, “How dare you humiliate me in front of others? You act so tough in front of others, and talk smoothly in private. Why did you have to humiliate me? I will humiliate you now.” He slapped her ass again. Fatima shouted in pain. Fatima spoke like she was Ms Sharadha, “Sorry, honey, you know you are my favourite student, I do this to push you to score more. Punish me, baby, I deserve it. I have been a bad girl.” Deepak left her hair down and held her hips in one hand, pointed his dick into her pussy, Deepak was sensible enough to insert slowly to make sure Fatima was not hurt. Fatima started moaning. “Your dick feels so good, master. I wish you could do this to me every day and show the class who is the real master.” Deepak started to increase his speed, and Fatima’s moan matched his thrusts. Deepak yanked her hair back again, “How are you feeling now bitch? Do you realise who the real master is now?” He spanked her again. Deepak was trying to imagine he was fucking Sharadha while fucking Fatima. But his anger was towards his sister Deepthi. “How can you do this to me? I did everything for you. Why have you stooped so low? What would people think of me? They would say I was not man enough.” Fatima was on edge, she was about to cum, “I would never do such a thing to you, master. I am here to please you. Please forgive me, punish me, master, take your anger on me.” Although Fatima was talking as Sharadha, Deepak felt it was Deepthi who was apologising. He was not punishing Sharadha anymore, he was punishing his little sister, he was about to explode, “I am cumming” ” he said. “Breed me, master, cum inside of me.” Fatima was not saying this as Sharadha. She desired to be a breeding machine for Deepak. Deepak gave a last long thrust and cum deep inside her. Guilt of imagining his little sister took him over, and he slowly fell asleep beside Fatima. Fatima moved herself towards him and put her head on his chest ” I know you are worried about something, you know you can share everything with me. But, only when you are ready to share.” Deepak felt happy knowing Fatima would be with him all the time. He kissed her forehead, showing his love for her. In the next part, we will see what Deepak will do to prevent his sister from pursuing such things. Will he tell his mother about it, or will he handle everything on his own? Stay tuned.