Interest Recovered

Shekhar opened the door to his office. ‘Another Monday,’ he thought with pleasure, ‘another collection day.’

He was a very rich man who couldn’t ever get enough of money. A trader basically, dealing in commodities like oil and Grocery, his main source of income was money-lending or what was known in his part of the world, ‘gold loans’ which meant lending against gold or jewellery. His customers were generally people not very well off, uneducated and rather intimidated at the thought of approaching banks for their needs. The rate of interest charged was exorbitant but Shekhar was known to never turn a needy person down and coupled with his jovial exterior and a syrupy tongue, managed to have a thriving business. Monday, his collection day, was special because he could literally see his wealth increase before his eyes. All transactions were in cash so no tax was ever paid. He was a real stickler for timely payments by clients and the penal interest charged was normally a sound deterrent against default. Occasionally if an errant borrower happened to be female and under fifty, he would waive the penalty in exchange fo

Shekhar was free with his money in entertaining his group of Friends, all in their early forties, married and unmarried. Five of them would gather in his office every evening after six and they would either go to a bar or one of the clubs. Vincent, the Jaan of the group, was always dressed impeccably and fancied himself as a ladies man. The group would watch an occasional blue film at Shekhar’s office late at night.

One weekend, during a the drinking session, Shekhar pulled Vincent aside.

‘Wil, try and get out of work on Monday morning and turn up at my office by around 11. You might get lucky,’ he whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

‘What’s up Bro?’ asked Vincent.

‘Come and see for yourself,’ was the coded reply.

Vincent was rather mystified by his friend’s odd behaviour.

However around 11 on Monday morning he walked into Shekhar’s office bursting with curiosity. Shekhar greeted him and asked him to sit in his cabin. Shortly there was a timid knock and a woman walked in hesitatingly. She appeared to be a rural type, of average height, dark and quite mediocre to look at, dressed in a cheap saree. Her hair was highly oiled in the usual rustic fashion and tied back tightly. There were traces of talcum powder on her countenance. She had obviously tried to spruce up her appearance for this meeting.

‘Sir,’ she addressed Shekhar diffidently.

‘Ah Renu, How are you,’ boomed Shekhar’s deep voice.

‘Sir,’ she stammered. ‘Forgive me. I will not be able to pay this month’s interest right now.’

‘What,’ hissed Shekhar, his face darkening. ‘Only three months ago you defaulted. I let you go lightly then but I’ll have to take serious action this time.’

Vincent could see that Shekhar’s wrath was an act but the poor woman was thoroughly intimidated. It appeared that she had taken a loan for sending her brother overseas to work. She had kept some gold bangles without her husband’s knowledge and had hoped to pay and bring back the ornaments before anyone realised. She was obviously terrified of her husband’s reaction, which most likely would have been violent had he discovered her adventure. Like all married men in their small village, her husband’s favourite pastime included drinking away most of his hard earned money in the evening, after slogging in the Field and on returning home in a drunken state, beating and forcibly having sex with his wife.

‘Shekhar Sir please,’ she faltered and continued, ‘if you could give me some more time…….,’ her voice trailed away.

‘No,’ he thundered, thumping his desk with violence. ‘Why don’t you tell your husband to help you?’

He waited for a moment as she remained silent and tearful.

‘There may be a way,’ he said softly. ‘But …. I don’t know. Maybe I’d better have a word with your husband.’

‘Please Shekhar Sir, I beg of you. I’ll definitely make it up next month.’

Shekhar did not reply, playing on the woman’s nerves.

‘Ok. Renu, there’s a way out. I’ll waive this month’s interest. he said with a smirk, you will have to entertain my friend here,’ turning to Vincent who looked stupefied at the exchanges.

‘He is quite a handsome chap so you will not have a hard time,’ he said mockingly.

‘Well what’s your decision? We don’t have all day. Come on, make up your mind fast,’ said Shekhar impatiently.

She kept silent looking down at the floor.

‘I think we’ll take your silence as your yes.’

He pulled Vincent aside and told him softly, ‘That door over there leads to a small room with a couch and a toilet. I use it occasionally to take a nap in the afternoon among other things. I will leave the office now and send my old clerk away on some work. The office will be closed till evening so you can have your fill for the next few hours, dear boy. Don’t say I don’t look after my friends,’ he finished with a leer.

‘But hold on a minute bro. Hey man are you sure it’s ok? What happens if she ….’, Vincent’s voice trailed off.

‘What happens if she what? Ha, ha ha,’ Shekhar threw back his head and laughed. ‘Come on man. Have a little spine. If she gets loaded, that’s her look out,’ he said coarsely. After all she’s married so there’s no hassle on that score. Say, do you want it or not?’ he asked, sounding a touch testy. ‘I thought I was doing you a favour and here you are behaving like a wet rag.’

‘No no, Shekhar my dear friend. I do want it very much and am delighted that you asked me here today. I was only worried that she might kick up a fuss,’ Vincent hastened to explain.

‘She’ll make no fuss. Don’t you worry.’

Shekhar raised his voice to bring the apprehensive woman into the conversation, ‘Right then, I’m going out now for some work. You two have a chat. Don’t look so worried Renu my girl. Relax and have fun,’ he said with a grin and went out.

Vincent was married for 4 year and then separated from his wife as she couldn’t satisfy his insatiable urge for sex. It had been almost 5 months since he had spent any alone time with a woman. he took Renu inside the room and made her sit on the couch, then unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi erect cock and waived it in front of Renu’s face. she didn’t need any more instruction. she opened her mouth and took the limp dick in her mouth. The sensation that his dick felt in her mouth made it grow in her mouth. she felt it turn to a hot hard rod that she was finding difficult to accommodate in her mouth.As he started moving his hips to and fro she started gagging on his giagantic dick. she was about to remove his dick from her mouth when he held her ears and hair and started fucking her mouth ruthlessly. Renu realised there was no escape to the situation, her moth was frothing with the hard fuck it was receiving. she was choking and gagging and coughing all through her mouth fucking session. While her nose filled with snort and eyes welled up with tears, Vincent Just kept ramming her mouth. he could feel deep inside her throat. As he felt his sperms boiling up, he held back of her head and pressed his dick as deep as he could and spurted all his semen spur after spur in her throat. she was coughing, pukish. but he had her system corked. nothing was going to come out as long as his gigantic dick was stuffed in there. When He was Done Ejaculating he left her head. Renu just dropped dead on the couch. she had fainted from the assault she just faced. Vincent went in the washroom to wash up. he came out and undressed completely, he opened the drawer of the dresser and saw a blue tablet. he gulped it down with water and turned towards Renu. He pulled her pallu and started unhooking her blouse. though half awake, Renu tried to hold his hands but she was tiny in front of him, no match for him in any aspect. Vincent, almost effortlessly undressed her from top and lifted her unconscious body in his hands and started sucking on her breast. He was mauling one While he has taken her whole breast in his mouth and was sucking ferociously. Even though unconscious, her body started responding to the pain and she almost jumped out of his hand and landed on her butts on the sofa. As she came back to her senses, she felt the taste of his sperms in her mouth and smell of his sperms in her breath. She said “Let me go now that you are done” Vincent smiled “we have just started, now please remove your clothes.” Renu sat with her head down. Vincent pulled her saree but Renu didn’t respond. he said “i will tear it off if u dont remove it.” Renu reluctantly got up and started undressing. Vincent’s monster was ready for action. the moment Renu turned to keep her clothes on the sofa. Vincent just lifted her waist from behind and rammed his monster into her tiny pussy. Renu’s eyes popped out so much that hteywaere about to fall from thee socket. she felt excruciating pain, one that she had never felt ever in her life. she was dry and not prepared. Vincent on other hand kept spitting on the cock as it came out and kept ramming it back in. she again fell unconscious in his hand and he kept ramming her like ragdoll. It took 30-40 minutes for him to cumm this time, in between Renu kept coming back and loosing her senses over and over. once he was done, he tossed her on the sofa and sat on the couch. he lit a cigarette and stared at her bubble butt. he again started stroking his dick looking at her butt. he took a bootle of oil from the dresser and massaged all over his dick as it regained its monstrous size. once ready, he lifed her but and aimed his cock at her unconscious arsehole. with one powerful stroke he pushed his entire cock inside causing so much pain that she felt some one stabbed her in her butt. the pain was so overwhelming that she only could cry but couldn’t move our shout. she was gasping for air and crying while he was ramming her arse from behind and mauling and squeezing both her breast like he was hell bent on bursting them. it was his third round and he wasn’t gonna come anytime soon. the oil almost dried up, he again poured oil on his dick and kept ramming in her arse. she was at the stage where she didn’t feel anything now. no pain, no pleasure. Vincent too didn’t give a damn about her feelings while he was worried of his own. he fucked her arse for almost an hour before depositing his load into her. He tossed her aside and crashed on the sofa.

Vincent woke up suddenly. The tiny room was in semi-darkness and rather oppressive with the smell of raw sex. He had his arms around the sleeping naked woman lying with her buttocks tight against his crotch. He was sapped of all energy, unable to even move for the moment.

‘Hell what a bomb!!’ he thought in wonderment, as he recalled the explosive hours of foreplay and repeated sex with this dowdy looking female. Her body had been like a parched desert absorbing every last droplet of fluid from his loins. He winced as he felt a dull ache in his utterly drained testicles. He had no recollection of ever being so completely satiated not even when he had slept with that painted up tart of a TV artiste who was well versed in her trade.

What dormant volcanic passions had he awoken he wondered, as he remembered how he had to threaten her initially, to disrobe. In a short while he had transformed his reluctant and unresponsive partner into a willing slave, ready to yield to his slightest wish as his expert tongue silkily caressed every nook and cranny of her body moistly. She had been totally na?ve in sex despite having had a child. Her experience of sex had been a few painful moments on days that a drunken husband forced himself into her unwilling body.

He quietly lit a cigarette, inhaling the stimulating smoke and with deep satisfaction played back that fantastic session of foreplay and intercourse in his mind. He had truly surpassed himself, being totally uninhibited, secure in the knowledge that he was with a novice in sexual matters. He had taken his imagination to unknown heights letting his body and mind perform unrestrained. In the process he had surprised himself with his stamina and overpowering lust for this drab feminine form as he had taken the country Renu thrice in the space of five hours, driving into her with a rare energy and libido and riding her to the pinnacle of ecstasy several times. She had admitted shyly to him that this had never happened to her in her life. He could still feel the smell and taste of her secretions lingering in his nostrils and tongue.

‘Hell’, he thought. ‘I hope she will be able to carry herself properly when she takes the bus back to her village.’

The ring of the telephone interrupted his train of thoughts.

It was Shekhar wanting to know whether he could now get back to office.

“Vinny boy how’s it going. You two finished your business? How was it?’

‘Pure golden! Just too marvellous to put into words. This will teach me never to look down upon these rustic types,’ he replied.

‘Hope you two haven’t stained my couch too badly’, said Shekhar with a laugh. “Put me to her. I just want to ask her how she feels.’

‘Renu my dear how was it,’ he asked teasingly.

She giggled softly.

‘I think I will have to charge you for the fun you’ve had. Anyway you’d better tidy up and get back home since it’s getting late,’ said Shekhar. “You can come some other time if you feel like more.’