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Rahul found himself walking around the hotel bathroom, admiring every little detail of its finishing. “This has to be the most magnificent bathroom I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.
“Yeah, it’s almost too grand.” Priya smiled. “I’ve never ever seen the insides of such an expensive hotel.”
“Ahem!” Srinath cleared his throat. He was in the corner of the bathroom with Sharada. “You’re welcome?”
“Oh, right. You are the one who paid for all this. Thank you for spending so much on me and my new boyfriend,” Priya said, stepping closer to him.
“You didn’t have to say it like that,” he mumbled.
“Oh, you’ve already admitted it. You love doing this for me.” Priya said. “Being my slave, watching me have sex with another man- it all just turns you on.”
“No Priya,” Srinath shook his head and smiled. “That’s not even possible.”
“It’s true whether you admit it or not. Why else would you spend that kind of money on me and my boyfriend, after everything we did to you?” Priya asked. He tried to mumble a reply, but there wasn’t enough substance for his voice to even form. “I can even prove it to you physically. Look at your pants right now, you’re getting the most massive erection I’ve ever seen. And we are in a bathroom. What’s turning you on so much?”
“It’s always you Priya,” Srinath said.
“It can’t be me. I’ve been in a train for more than twelve hours, like we all have. I’m a complete, dirty mess.” Priya said. “The only explanation is that you like kneeling down before me as my slave.”
“Actually,” Srinath looked up with an embarrassed smile. “I’ve had many fantasies about us in the bathroom together.”
“Hmm, go on!” Priya said, intrigued.
“In my dream, you were wearing a white t-shirt just like the one you’re wearing now. You would get into the shower without taking it off, and it would be all wet,” Srinath stammered, “and, you know…see-through.”
“I have heard of that wet t-shirt thing.” Priya smiled, looking to Rahul and Srinath. “Women washing a car or getting wet in the rain. What’s so hot about that?”
“Oh it’s the hottest possible thing,” Rahul smiled.
“We’ll just have to see about that,” Priya said. “Tell me more about your fantasy, Srinath.”
“We both would be making love, hugging and kissing each other in the hot shower, conversing about our future together.” Srinath said.
“So, no sex?” Priya asked.
“Not really. Just kissing those Godly breasts through a wet t-shirt would be the best possible moment.”
“I never knew you were such a romantic.” Priya said. “You looked like one of those pigs who just wanted sex and more sex. At that time, I wanted the same thing.”
“I wish that I could be more for you…” Srinath said.
“Well, I’ve moved on,” Priya said. “You, on the other hand, have a lot of weird, unfinished desires that I’m only beginning to understand. I suppose they’re the reason why you enjoy being my slave.”
“Yes, Priya.”
“What about you, Sharada?” Priya asked. “What’s your biggest fantasy with Rahul?”
“No, that’s between him and me.” Sharada said.
“You think Rahul won’t tell me if I ask?” Priya asked. “Rahul, what’s her biggest romantic fantasy?”
“I have no clue.” Rahul shrugged. “Honestly, she never expressed it.”
“Tell me, please…” Priya turned to Sharada, closed her eyes and put on a pleading expression on her face. “What is it?”
“I’ve always dreamed that we would go to the top of Nandi hills in my car. We would hug each other tight, to keep ourselves from freezing to the chilling winds over there and we would be slow dancing to a romantic song.”
“Wow.” Rahul said. “How come you never told me all that?”
“I expected things would play out that way even if I didn’t try.” Sharada looked down and shook her head. “I didn’t expect you to…”
“Okay we get it.” Priya interrupted. “Did you have any particular song in this fantasy?”
“Lionel Richie’s ‘Angel’.” Sharada said. Her eyes glinted with a smile.
“That’s a great one.” Rahul cleared his throat and made an amateur attempt at singing. “‘You’re the answer to my prayers and you’re with me everywhere. You’re my angel, miracle, you’re all I need tonight.”
“And so are you,” Priya said, catching his nose between her fingers. “Let’s hear the actual song. You’ve got it on your cellphone?”
“No, actually.” Rahul said. “There’s hardly enough space on mine for Metallica and System of a Down.”
“You and your stupid rock music.” Priya turned to Sharada. “Do you have it on your phone?”
“Of course.” She opened the media player on her phone, scrolled to the song and pushed play.
“Awesome. Pause that song for a moment. You both know what we’re going to do now? We’ll get into the hot shower and do all those things you both just described.” Priya pointed to Rahul. “Except that Rahul will be the one kissing these God-awesome breasts, and I will be the one dancing to the Lionel Richie tune. You’re both just have to kneel down here and enjoy watching us.” The slaves bowed down. “What do you say to me?”
“Thank you, Priya.” Srinath said. “Thank you, Goddess,” Sharada said.
“That’s good. Now, here you go,” Priya stepped close to the slaves and took off her sandals right before them. “You both can smell my dirty footwear.” The slaves hesitantly picked up one sandal each. She then unhooked her shorts and handed it over to Srinath. “And you’re going to wear my shorts on your head like a crown.” He obeyed, opening up her shorts and spreading it over the surface of his head. “That’s like a good slave. Now pick up my sandals and keep them on your face. I want both of you to lick them and sniff them while you watch your ultimate sexual fantasy come true.”
“Yes Priya.” Srinath said, nervously sniffing the sandals in his hands.
“Well,” she turned to Rahul. “Should we start off, then?”
“After you, my love.” Rahul said, following her to the shower taps. She turned on the hot water and felt some of the steaming water with her hands. “Come on, step in. It’ll be fun!”
“Yeah, I hear that a lot,” Priya said, making a fist and boldly stepping into the hot stream of water. “I’ve never done this with a t-shirt on. This is weird.”
“Good weird?” Rahul asked, undressing himself and stepping in.
“Icky sticky weird.” Priya said.
“In which case, you need some more water on your shirt.” Rahul turned open the taps even more, causing a high pressure shower of hot water to fall on her shirt. He went forward and kissed her on the lips, then her neck and then her breasts. He ran his hands up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting them drop through her wet shirt down to her feet. Her erect nipples became fully visible. Rahul went in for a kiss and indulged himself in her cleavage, rubbing his cheeks against the ample spheres and kissing her nipples through the soaking wet shirt. Priya closed her eyes and hugged his head, feeling and enjoying his sensual advances into her breasts with little moans of delight. “How do you feel now?”
Priya loosened her neck and let herself drop into his naked arms. She mumbled something incomprehensible, but her answer was crystal clear. Rahul clasped the small of her back and began to massage her from the spine upwards, delving her into a euphoric relaxation. He reached the upper back and kept up the pressure in circular motions. Soon, he reached into the pit of her arms and began to massage her breasts in his stream of hot water. “Wow,” Priya said with her eyes half closed, drooping from weakness.
“I know.” Rahul said, kissing the core of her breasts. “Sharada, turn on the music!” The song began to play, and Rahul massaged her ecstatic breasts with his fingers and palms dancing over their surface in tune with the song, pushing her deeper into a romantic trance. She allowed her head to fall back for a minute before straightening up and gazing into his eyes and bringing him into a kiss, whilst the hot water continued to shower on them. “Thank you so much for sharing your fantasies with us.” Rahul smiled at the slaves. “We appreciate your help in building our relationship.”
“That’s true.” Priya turned to her ex and saw him watching every moment of their indulgence with her sandals in hand and his jaws dropped loose. “You’re having a good time? Find any treasure in my sandals?” Srinath continued to stare, with no intention of replying. “Come closer.” Srinath moved closer to her, still on his knees. “I have a lot to thank you for, so I’m going to let you participate in your fantasy.”
“What?” Rahul asked.
“Don’t worry. He can only do what you allow him to do.” Priya said.
“Why would I allow him to do anything?” Rahul protested.
“I mean, he can massage my legs while you do my breasts and arms. If you allow him.”
“I didn’t think of that at all,” Rahul smiled. “You’re a genius.”
“I know.” Priya grinned.
“Hey, slave. Massage her legs and feet for me.” Rahul said with some force. Srinath obeyed eagerly, allowing himself into the wet fantasy playing out in the hot shower. He clasped the flesh of her thighs and massaged them, releasing away their stress. With a small prayer to the girl’s buttocks, he slowly and carefully covered every inch of her legs, top through bottom. He then began to do her feet, bringing his face close to her butt.
“You can kiss my ass if you want,” Priya said, turning back to her ex.
Srinath grabbed her thighs and kissed her hot, wet buttocks. He pulled down her panties and went forth with a hot, breathless kiss. “Thank you so much Priya,” he said, panting and capturing some drops of the water off her butt in his lips.
“You! Do my boyfriend’s legs.” Priya ordered Sharada. The girl moved closer to Rahul and worked his feet, his ankles and the rest of his muscular legs into a calm haven of extreme relaxation.
Priya let her hair down and shook her head, dispersing the wetness all over the bathroom. “This has to be the best honeymoon a girl can have!”
“Pre-honeymoon.” Rahul said. “A practice honeymoon if you will.”
“I can only imagine what we’ll do on our actual honeymoon.” Priya said. “I could spend the whole day right here in this hot shower.”
“Speaking of which, the Goa tour bus departs in thirty. We need to get ready for that.”
“Aww, why do we have to do that? Why can’t we spend all day right here?” Priya asked.
“You want to tell our friends that we went to Goa and spent all day in a bathroom?”
Priya placed her hands on the shower taps and reluctantly turned them off. “Yeah. We better get ready, then.”
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