"Where did you get that bag?" I asked my mother. She was casually clutching an exclusive designer bag. A bag that I was told we did not have the money for.
"It was a gift..." she seemed pensive and quickly added, "...for myself."
I could sense she was hiding something and I wondered if she had found herself a new man after Ajit. Whoever he was, he was infatuated enough to spend over $20,000.00 dollars on a new bag for her. Unless of course she was spending my hard earned money but I had ensured that was not possible.
"Rajan of Rajan productions has been contact. Rajan wants to meet you for his next project. It is a story of romance set in Europe," she explained. It sounded like a typical romantic story but this would firmly set me for stardom after my recent success.
"When will they shoot?" I asked. I was feeling burned out and tired and we still had the promo for Ajit's new movie as well.
"It is a few months away. He is just casting at the moment and deciding on locations," she said.
He had invited me to his house the following week to discuss the role. I had met him briefly, once or twice, in the past. He was friendly and sweet. But he always kept a young woman on his arm which was creepy for a 70 plus year old but he seemed to get away with it. I could not turn down the invitation as this would be the biggest project I could hope to work on.
At his home, he made me feel at ease. We watched a few movies and he was just a harmless old man. I began to take steps to look after him. I would bring him his medication and rub his back and shoulders. It was just natural to do this and I felt at home in his presence and he would profusely thank me and praise me. My father left when I was young and started a new family. I never had that father figure in my life and I had at times in my life felt a need to seek validation from older men.
But this was different. He was harmless and I had met some of his family. He had 6 children from 3 wives and some of them had grandchildren.
"They are waiting for him to die so they finally get their hands on the business. They have no talent between the lot of them and they will just run it into the ground," my mother explained to me.
"But why would he not just pick a successor?" I asked.
"He does not think any of them worthy. He has a will that simply states that every heir gets an equal share and if they are not of age, their mother will persume ownership until they are of age," she explained and it made me ponder in thought for the next few days.
It was a few days later that he invited me once more. Again we just talked and watched movies, he liked to talk about old dialogues and luckily my mother had brought me up on old school movies. His family was not around today and they seemed busy with their own lives.
He asked me to rub his shoulders as they had grown weak over the years. This time he removed his shirt so that I could rub oil into his body. I did not think it was anything other than what a daughter would do for her father. Even though he was not my father and I would have been more guarded usually.
He groaned with pleasure at my massage and complimented me on my soft hands and tender touch. It felt good to be validated by him. He was not in bad shape for an old man and I could feel the ageing muscles.
I noticed something but I did not want to make a fuss about it. I mean, how am I meant to bring up his obvious tent? He was influential and in some ways I had dealt with much worse things in this industry. He was harmless in many ways.
He kissed me on the cheek when I was leaving. It was unexpected but I took it in a fatherly way.
When I was at home, I began to think of that tent once more. It was hard to explain why an old man would be on my mind but I was in a particularly dry spell when it came to sex so an erection in my vicinity would linger on my thoughts.
My mother would like to share gossip about them and she was intrigued about my visits. I told her that his family was rarely there.
"They do not have the grace to visit him while waiting for their inheritance. Or maybe he wants some time alone with you. Which is not a bad thing, he always liked pretty young things and you could find yourself in a very big seat," she said.
"What?" I asked as I almost spat out my drink. Was she suggesting I should sleep with him or dare even have his baby to get his inheritance?
"This is just idle chat between mother and daughter. Your old mother does not think before she speaks," she said as she began cackling as though it was all a joke.
The words remained with me over the following days. It would finally give me the power to do what I wanted rather than be at the whim of others. I would not sleep with an old man for money or power. Never. Not ever.
It had been over a week when I was invited again. This time just the maid was at the house but she remained in the kitchen area as he told her I would take care of his other needs.
We ate, watched movies and talked movies and he touched upon the new project as well. I liked his company and it was nice getting his undivided attention. I asked about his family.
"They just like spending money. They do not have a love for movies, like you and me. They are too spoilt," he replied. I began to sense he was not happy in his current marriage. My mother's 'idle' talk came back to my mind but I quickly pushed the thoughts away.
He kept complaining about aches and pains in his body. It was only natural of me to press his muscles and back without being asked this time.
"Would you be offended if I lay on the bed and asked you to rub some oil?" He asked. If it meant he was more comfortable then I thought nothing more of it.
He took off his t-shirt and he was just wearing shorts. He lay on his front on a towel and I massaged his back, neck and shoulders.
He groaned in an agreeable way. But today he asked me to massage his legs. I felt more assured in these surroundings and these small acts would give me opportunities to show my female prowess to him. I liked the control the massages gave me.
I gently massaged his calves and up his thighs. I let my hands sneak under his shorts and massage his thighs. He groaned in pleasure as I let my hand rub against his heavy balls. It was of course just innocuous as I focused on his thighs but I had to admit that the tent from my last visit did come to my mind as I made contact with him.
"Yes, keep the focus there," he said as I rubbed his balls. My hands were restricted in free movement due to the shorts. But I found a way to rub his thick shaft. It caused me to lick my lips. Was I getting aroused by teasing this old man?
His cock was engorged and getting fat against my fingers. I could not help but roll the foreskin back and feel the oozing juices over my fingers. My actions were causing a moistness between my own legs.
Soon I had to stop as I feared causing an explosion in his shorts. My mother's words were on my mind as he rolled over and put his shirt back on. This man ruled the most powerful production houses in the industry. I was touching that power and I could have it. His tent in his shorts was pointing directly at me.
I mentioned that his wife is never home when I visit. I was never considered calculating but I felt that on a subconscious level I wanted to remind him that he was being neglected.
"It is not just when you visit. She is either in Singapore, Malaysia, Dubai. Spending my money as usual," he complained.
"A man like you needs a wife that takes care of your needs. Every need," I said as I looked down at his hard cock in those shorts that seemed tighter by the second. He had an animalistic look in his eyes and I felt that even at his old age, he could tear my clothes off and take me. But he did not and this restraint created a frustrated tension inside of me. I left shortly afterwards without either of us acting on our frustrations.
It was at night in bed that the events replayed in my mind. The engorged girthy cock as I rubbed it with oil and made his precum ooze out would replay in my mind as I grinded against the pillow between my legs. The forced period of abstinence was making me horny for old man cock.
I was biting my fist so my mother did not hear my moans as I grinded against the pillow. My finger went between my legs and I was rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy to a delicious orgasm.
My mind soon turned to the promo for Ajit's movie and it was slightly awkward to see him again after that crazy night with him and my mother. Those were the greatest orgasms of my life and the ploy worked as it broke my mother and Ajit up. But even though I knew they were no longer together, they had a strange chemistry that suggested otherwise.
The movie had stellar reviews but the odd question would pop up about my ex or the sex tape which most people had forgotten about by now.
"I don't really bother myself with the activities of little people," I replied to a question about my ex. It was seen as a savage dig about the size of his penis but I had merely intended to imply that I had moved on.
It did not take long for Rajan to invite me back but it was the middle of the promo and I had to refuse his invite. There was no harm in playing hard to get when I had a reason. I could sense Rajan's obsession growing.
A day after the promotion ended, I received a call for another invite to his house. He had been waiting for me. This time I accepted and arranged another visit to his house.
It was a pleasant day, the house was quiet and we spent most of it just catching up. He was giving me advice on my roles and my presentation in the media. He suggested I needed to take a serious role to capitalise on my success and this was what he was offering in his next movie. He had a wise old head and I liked picking his brain. My knowledge of the industry was very limited and my mother helped me a great deal in understanding but this man knew every corner of the industry. I felt more confident in myself by being around him.
I had been with him a few hours and then he began to make complaints about his muscles. He was hinting that he wanted a massage and I had been waiting for this opportunity.
Again, we went to his bedroom for the massage but I wanted him to know that I was comfortable with it. He was laying on the bed completely naked this time. No shorts or anything. His cock was there laying between his legs, it was barely in sight due to his old body. I slowly and sensually massaged his upper body. I took my time as I felt the contours of his body. He groaned and murmured at my sensual touch. He did not need to ask as I turned to his legs and slowly massaged his muscles and slowly moved up his leg.
I was at his mid thigh and again rubbed his engorged cock with oil. I was feeling hungry and I needed to push him today.
"Sir, I must do your shoulders and chest from the front," I said.
He rolled around on to his back and his stiff cock was standing up right.
"Your wife is still not taking care of your needs," I said as I looked at his cock.
"Maybe, I need a new wife," he said unexpectedly. It took me by surprise but it was something I wanted to hear. It was time to take the initiative.
I began to remove my kurti until I was just in my underwear. He could not take his eyes off me as I took him by surprise but he did not question it. He was perhaps afraid of me stopping. I was wearing a sheer red bra and a g-string thong.
I straddled him and rested on his cock as I pressed his cock flat against his stomach. I glided up and down against his cock as I began to massage his shoulders and chest. He was trying his best to not look between the heavenly cleavage of my breasts as he maintained eye contact.
"I want to take care of all of your needs," I said as he did not break contact. I was massaging his chest and shoulders while my pussy was massaging his cock. Only my thong preventing things from getting more intimate.
"How?" He asked. His cock was oozing precum over the crotch of my thong. He was staining and marking my thong.
"I must keep these little things on as we are not married but when I am around you, I feel a need to take care of you and your needs," I replied.
"Take them off," he begged. I lowered a shoulder strap and then the other.
"I am not your wife. It would not be proper," I replied. I was grinding against him harder and he was thrusting against me. He was clawing at my shoulder straps and pulled my bra cups down until my breasts were exposed. I was bringing the animal out of the old romantic. I let my titty drop into his mouth and he suckled like a hungry baby. I wish I had milk to offer the old man as he suckled so nicely against my breast.
I was grinding harder against him and my own orgasm was approaching. He began to grab my thong but I quickly moved his hands up over his head.
"That will come off when you are ready to impregnate me and put a baby in me," I said and it seemed to be enough to make him crazy as his cock began to jerk and climax all over my thong.
I cleaned up and left my thong as a souvenir for him. I wondered if my ploy had worked or had I given in too quickly.
It was less than a few days when he called me back and gave me an expensive ring. He was getting divorced and within a week a wedding was being arranged.
When I told my mum, I had just handed her a glass of champagne and she asked what we were celebrating. The glass smashed on the floor when she heard the news. She did not find it creepy I was marrying a man that could be her father but she began to advise me on how I needed to change my image to the sexy sanskari wife. She explained that for me to have any power after the old man died, I needed to milk as many babies out of him as possible as the children would inherit it all. I was already a few steps ahead of her by now.
The wedding was private but plenty of the big hitters came to congratulate us. On the wedding night was when I needed a big performance so in his milk I slipped the drug that had worked so well on Ajit.
My cousin came from America but my brother and sister did not arrive. They were busy in their lives at law school and medical college and had no time for their big sister. The wedding was rushed as Rajan seemed to be eager to claim me.
Radha, my cousin was always a little obsessed with my mother. She was introverted and shy compared to my mother's children. So my mother would take her under her wing. She was not a blood relation but the daughter of my mother's second ex-husband's sister. I tried to avoid her as she was weird and clingy.
Rajan was naked on the bed waiting for me as I removed my gold jewelry and large dress. I kept my bangles and anklet on.
"It is time for me to take care of your needs," I said looking at his cock which was more virile and erect than before. I was naked before him and the old man licked his lips.
I rubbed oil on my body and then I climbed on top of him. I oiled up his body and used my body to massage him. His fat dick was between my tits as I began to let him titty fuck me.
"Do you like that, Rajan?" I asked.
"Yes! Yes!" He replied.
"Are you going to impregnate me?" I asked as I pumped his dick with my tits. His dick slapping against my lips each time. I let my tongue circle seductively around the head of his cock each time.
"Climb on me so that I may seed you," he replied. The old man was content to make me work but the fact of the matter was that I liked being in control with him.
That seed was the key to my future and I hoped he lived long enough to give me the heirs to control his company.
I glided against the head of his hard cock.
"Uff! So big!" I moaned. Back and forth as I glided against him. I make him think I am building up the courage to take such a cock. I was letting my juices coat his cock and drip down his shaft.
"Uff! Uhm! Oh my god!" I said as I gave a performance of a lifetime. He may even think I am a virgin but that was unlikely. I slowly lowered myself down on to him. It felt momentous as I took inch after inch of him. Soon he had fully entered and I grinded against him.
I began to fuck his cock as he lay back and enjoyed the sight of my gyrating breasts. My hands on his chest as my bangles began to clink with my riding motions.
"Yes! Take care of my needs!" He said as he slapped my breast.
I stopped in shock.
"Faster!" He said as he slapped them once more. I began to ride him faster and put my weight down hard against him. The slaps stung and made my breasts red but it seemed to spur me on to ride him faster.
He all of sudden grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over on to my back. He was making deep purposeful thrusts. He was hitting the spots that I needed to be hit.
"Yes! Yes! Uff! Uh! Uh! Uh!" I moaned as began to slam into me.
I wrapped my legs around and kept him inside of me. Tonight I needed to become pregnant. There was no time to waste.
He thrust hard and deep. He was breathing heavy as his cock convulsed and exploded inside of me. I kept him tight as I felt his sperm hit my cervix.
He softened for less than 5 seconds before he was hard once more. He was a man given a second lease on life as he began thrusting once more. These drugs were unlicensed for a reason.
"You will make a very good wife. Your body needs to be put to use," he said as he turned me on my stomach. He was intending to put my body to work today. The miracle of drugs and he had stamina that men in their 20's could not muster.
He had me face down ass up as he began to roughly fuck me from behind. He was pounding my ass hard as the sound of the slaps being landed on my ass filled the room.
The clinking from my bangles was loud as the slapping sound of our fucking was loud enough to be heard around the home.
"Yes! Yes! Use my body! Use me to satisfy your needs!" I begged. I had needed a good fucking for the longest time and here was an old man giving my body just what it desired.
His final thrust was hard and hit a spot causing a leg shaking orgasm. He once more came deep inside of me as my hopes for impregnation increased.
"Uff! Uff! Uhm! Coming!" I moaned.
My legs gave way as my shuddered from the after effects of a second orgasm and creampie. I lay prone on the bed but his cock did not leave me.
He softened for mere seconds before becoming hard once more. My pussy gripping tightly on to his cock. He began to fuck my prone body once more. He was relentless and I seemed to have awoken a monster by giving him the drug. It boded well for my hopes of becoming pregnant.
"Uff! Uh! Rajan! What are you doing to me?" I moaned in a delirious state.
"You are the fountain of youth and I will fuck your body until your body is exorcised of the demons," he replied. He was making me moan and scream as though I was undergoing an exorcism. An exorcism of all of my exes. No one had ever fucked me like this before.
He pulled me back up by the hair until I was back on my knees. He pulled me all the way back until my body was next to his.
He began kissing my neck as he continued to fuck. I was bucking back against him. Our passions rising.
He turned my head to face him and we began kissing. This sustained attack on my body had changed my thoughts and feelings. I was marrying an old man for influence and money but he was fucking me into submission. Could I be falling in love?
He began making deep thrusts inside of me as he hit that spot once more.
"Uff! Uhm! You are fucking a baby into me!" I moaned as another orgasm wracked my body. I felt his cum deep inside me once more but this time I squirted to my shame.
"You will have many of my babies, Alisa!" He groaned and grunted.
He finally needed a break as we lay down on the bed. But the night was not over. In fact the whole week he fucked me several times a day. He did impregnate me but the sex did not end there. Neither did I want it to stop.
Even when I was pregnant with twin boys, our sex got kinkier. I had a belly full of twins but he liked nothing more than being ridden while drinking my milk. He seemed to love drinking my milk and over the next two years I birthed three sons in total. He drank my milk every night once I began lactating.
While he milked me every night, I milked him in return. I was succubus and I could not get enough of his cum. He grew weaker and weaker as time passed and it was a short time after the birth of our 3rd son that he passed away.
The will was a secret but everyone had an inkling that only his children would inherit. I was guardian to three of 9 children so I expected something but it would be complex. He had a son and daughter from his first marriage, two sons from his second marriage and a daughter from his third marriage.
At the will reading it was announced that the daughters would receive a monthly income which would be managed by their guardian's if they were under 18. The sons received a significantly higher income and most importantly of all an equal share in the company and a seat on the board.
The boardroom was precarious and I needed someone I could trust. I would have to turn to my mother again as she was the only one I truly trusted.