Bed Time Stories

A special thanks to my editor, KenjiSato, for helping me out.

On a hot summer afternoon.

"I'm finally done!" Uma exclaimed to herself, as she walked out of the bank.

As she claimed out of the auto rickshaw, she looked at the clear, bright sky; the sun was blasting its heat full power. Uma looked at the time on her phone-- it was 2:30pm.

She quickly picked up her pace and started walking towards her house. It was almost a nineteen-minute walk, and she was exhausted; Uma wanted to reach home as soon as possible.

As she was walking, Uma's eyes fell on that old alley. She suddenly had an idea. She decided to take a shortcut that she had discovered recently. It would cut her walk home by almost ten minutes. Uma lowered her sunglasses and took a quick look around her surroundings, making sure that no familiar faces had seen her.

Uma took that old, narrow alley that led her to the old, abandoned ice factory. She carefully walked past the rusty gates and made her way to the backside of the factory.

Uma followed the tall, perimeter wall to her left. She recalled there was a hole in the wall that was big enough to fit a kid or so. Uma knew that no one would know about this hole; this single layer brick wall had been standing for years, neglected, separating the massive football grounds from the factory.

"Bingo!" Uma murmured to herself, as she found the hole in the wall.

She carefully approached the hole. She dropped her side bag through the hole onto the other side of the wall. Then she took a deep breath and squeezed herself through the hole.

It was tight, but she somehow managed to pull her head out, then her arms, and then her breasts. Uma was half out the other side, when she felt the pain around her belly and waist. The jagged edge clutched at her waist. With a grunt, she pushed her hips forward, but she stopped as her saree snagged briefly on the edge.

"Oh, sweet bananas," Uma murmured to herself, as she realized that she was stuck.

She wiggled her heavy hips and stomped her feet, but nothing happened. She once more tried to move her waist, but only to stop when the jagged edges started to pock her soft flesh. By the time Uma stopped moving, she was surrounded with flying dust and dead leaves. She lowered her head with disappointment, but then soon, a faint giggle escaped her lips. Uma couldn't help but to laugh at her farcical situation.

"I blame it all on you, you overgrown mango," she said, playfully wiggling her large round butt, which had gotten her stuck in the first place.

Uma closed her eyes and started analyzing her situation. She was stuck and it was unlikely that anyone would show up to help her. Also, there was no sign of any soul on the grounds, not even a dog. And for the cherry on top, the hole was just right behind an old guava tree, making it even harder to spot her.

Uma opened her eyes and let out a disappointing sigh. It was a risk, but she had no other option. She pulled her phone out of her bag and texted her son. Uma knew doing this meant fueling her prying son, but she had no other choice.

Uma, in short, explained her situation and asked him to come as soon as possible. Her son texted her back with a series of laughing emojis and a promise of arriving as soon as his coaching classes were over. Uma put her phone in her bag and started laughing at her misfortune.

Soon after that, Uma had a thought-- what if someone finds her in this embarrassing position? She was helpless and it would be so easy for anyone to have their way with her. Just the thought of it made her asshole sphincter clinched and cheeks blush. She couldn't deny the fact that, if the circumstances were different, she would have definitely enjoyed this. But for the time being, it was a pain in her ass.

Uma was lost in her thoughts, when she heard footsteps. It was too soon for it to be her son who came to get her. A sudden fear ran down her body, making her shiver in the bright, hot summer afternoon. Uma swallowed hard and tensed her muscles.

The steps grew closer, and she heard a familiar voice, "Great place to get stuck."

Uma's heart sank, as she recognized the voice. It was Mr. Basu, the neighborhood pervert, and an infamous political goon.

Uma cursed her luck, as he was the last person she wanted to deal with right then. Uma was confused, as she knew no one had followed her down the alley.

"Are you okay?" Basu asked, in a polite tone.

"Just fine," she called out, her voice tight with discomfort. "Just got myself into a little situation."

Basu leaned in to inspect. She felt a faint hot breath against her rear end.

"Looks like you need some help, Uma," he leered, his voice thick with lust.

Uma knew she was helpless, but she tried her best to play it cool.

"No, thank you," she replied firmly, hoping her voice didn't show the fear boiling in her stomach. "My son will be here any moment now."

Basu chuckled in a low, throaty voice, which sent a shiver down her spine. His hand reached out and squeezed her right butt cheek in a playful sense.

"Don't touch me," Uma spat, her hips shook as she stomped her feet on the ground.

"Or what, Uma?" Basu asked in a taunting tone, as he enjoyed his vulnerable tantrum.

He started to rub her trapped butt, then slowly dug his fingers into her soft flesh through her saree. ​Uma let out a soft cry of pain as her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and fear; she knew what was about to happen.

"Mr. Basu, please," she protested, "my husband is very protective. If he finds out about this..."

Uma's husband had a good connection with their area's councilor, so she hoped that mentioning her husband would deter him. But Basu chuckled; his growing laughter showed his fearlessness. Basu, without any warning, slapped her thick ass. A sharp scream of pain escaped Uma's lips. It was her first time that someone had slapped her ass.

"Uma, don't worry," he murmured. "No one will know, and this one could be our little secret, too."

Uma felt a surge of anger; for a moment, her fear was overridden by the sheer audacity of this man. She wasn't giving up so easily; she stood up for herself.

"Listen, motherfucker," Uma said, through gritted teeth. "You're wrong if you think I'll play along with your fucking game. Touch me and I'll file a rape case against you. And I'm pretty sure you don't want such troubles during election season."

There was a brief silence for a while. Uma felt like her intimidation tactic was working. She knew how the people in the neighborhood felt about him. Uma felt like she had found an unseen confidence in her, as she thought she had played her cards right.

"Leave me alone and I will slip this under the rug," Uma said, in a strong tone.

"But I thought we had a mutual understanding," Basu replied, in a mocking tone.

"What?" Uma demanded in frustration.

Basu's grin widens, his eyes gleam with malicious intentions.

"I thought you wanted my help," he said. "And in return, I would keep your little secret."

Uma's heart pounded in her chest as she spat out her words. "Motherfucker, what hel--what secret are you talking about?"

"It is not every day a woman like you, who fights with her husband for no reason, and then finds a perfectly hidden hole in the wall. Isn't it weird?" Basu said, with a mischievous tone.

Uma's eyes widened as she covered her mouth in the fear of another kind. Uma's intuition told her something wasn't right; Basu definitely knew something that could harm her beyond recovery.

Uma forced herself to keep her voice steady. "Disputes between couples are common," she said, firmly. "There is nothing wrong with it."

Before Uma could explain her logical reasoning, Basu jumped in.

"Cut to the chase, Uma. I know you are fucking your son's music teacher."

Uma's mind raced.

"What rubbish you..._ you are talking about," she stuttered.

Mr. Basu leaned closer to her ass, his words were loud and clear. "I have proof."

"What proof?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without wasting any time, Basu carefully placed his phone near the hole and played a video. The sound was low but clear. Uma heard her own lustful moans, her slutty laughs, and how she was begging to suck a dick.

"Don't worry, it's just a trailer; I have two more," Basu said, with a grinning smile.

On that hot summer afternoon, Uma was the only one who was feeling like her body was freezing from cold. 'How could this fucking bastard know about this?' Uma thought in her mind. She had taken every possible step to keep her affair a secret; she had made sure that their stolen moments of love and pleasure were hidden from those prying eyes of her known acquaintances. Yet, somehow, she

had slipped, and here, Basu held her fate in his hands.

"What do you want?" Uma asked frustratedly.

"I just want to...help," Basu replied, his hand reaching down to her thighs. "I'm sure you wouldn't want your husband or son to find out about those videos, would you?"

His fingers found the hem of her saree, and he quickly pulled it up, exposing Uma's naked back to the warm afternoon air.

Basu's eyes widened with excitement. "Wow, Uma, who took your panties?"

Uma didn't like to wear panties during summer, as it caused excessive sweating and itching. Uma felt a wave of revulsion wash over her.

"What help?" she asked, softly.

Basu stepped back, his eyes feasting on her naked back. He took his time, savoring the moment before speaking.

"That kind of help that you asked from him," Mr. Basu said, his voice thick and hungry.

Uma's mind reeled. If those videos fall into her son's or husband's hands, it would ruin her life. She felt helpless, she was trapped, both physically and mentally.

"Please!" she pleaded, trying to sound as calm and composed as possible. "This isn't right."

"So, what you are doing is right?" Basu said, in a sharp, sly tone.

Anger and fear whipped in Uma's stomach. She refused to accept the truth, especially from a man she despised the most.

"Be honest with yourself, Uma. There is no one else to blame, but you," Basu said, with a sly smile on his face.

Uma started crying, and a stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. Uma didn't want to accept it, but Basu was right.

It had all started as a need, a sexual need.

With time, Uma's husband had lost his sexual desires. But on the other hand, Uma's desire for sex wasn't subdued. She craved for sex, she needed someone who could fulfill her secret desires.

......

It was a rainy day. Jayanto sir, her son's music instructor, came inside the house completely soaked. As Uma gave him a towel to dry off, she saw his form-- his strong, muscular body that looked promising. Suddenly, she felt that it was her pussy getting wet.

Uma knew what her body desired-- she wanted to fuck him, like a rabid dog humping on the streets. But her morals stood between her and her desires. She didn't want to face the guilt of her crime, so to justify her case, she faked a fight with her husband, forcing him to act rudely and harshly towards her.

In the end, she found her contrived reasoning to justify her affair. It started with small talks, then texting, and then ended in kissing outside her son's room. Uma and Jayanto had their first sexual dalliance at her son's school concert. A fuse had blown, electricity gone, the lights turned off-- they took their chance.

Uma covered her mouth, as Jayanto pounded her pussy in the empty boys' washroom. The sexual excitement and the rush she felt from fear of getting caught was too much for her. Uma felt alive and young. It wasn't a one-time thing; they had fucked several times since in different places.

.....

"Tell me one thing, how did you find it?" Uma asked, slowly.

Basu grabbed her waist and then slowly moved to her round, plump ass.

"You guys are not the only ones who find this place desirable," he said, as he kneaded her ass cheeks like dough.

Uma's eyes widened in fear and shame. She began reminiscing about the night when she first discovered this hole. She had been so lost in her lust that she never realized that someone was watching them.

"That night, by luck, I was here to drink in some alone time, but then you guys showed up."

It was over, Uma knew there was no other option than to let him do what he wanted.

She wiped her tears, and asked in a thick, angry voice, "How can I trust you?"

Basu's grin widened as he revealed his crooked teeth. "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word." He paused, his gaze moving from her ass to her pussy. "Also, I don't like touching a used hole twice."

A wave of shame and disgust washed over her body. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and waited for the inevitable.

Basu's sunken dark eyes gleamed with a menacing glare. He cupped her left ass cheek and squeezed it aside, revealing her brownish asshole. His right hand moved to her already wet clit, where his fingers slowly started rubbing it in small circles.

Uma gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to moan.

"Your pussy is so wet," he murmured. "It's like your body knows what it wants."

Basu paused for a moment, allowing Uma to feel the sensation.

"I think I'll start with your ass," he said.

Basu's hand moved to her asshole. Uma's eyes snapped open, as she felt his fat middle finger pressing against her entrance. The sensation wasn't as painful as she had imagined it would be. She felt a strange erotic sensation in her core.

Uma bit her lip and covered her mouth to hide her mournful breath. As Basu slowly pushed in, she felt her body stretching to accommodate his intrusion. His finger sank into her warm, soft shit that she was holding deep inside her rectum. A loud gasp escaped her mouth, as her body jolted with pain and pleasure. She could feel her anal walls clenching around his fingers. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of penetrating her anus, but her body hadn't listened to her.

Basu chuckled at her silent struggle, and said, "Give up, I know you're enjoying this."

Uma had never experienced such a thrill in her life. She realized with a sickening twist that she was actually enjoying this. Basu pulled his finger out from her anus and then licked the sticky crumbs of poop from his finger. Then he unbuckled his pants and revealed his erect dick.

He positioned his cock and slowly pressed it against her hole. Uma felt the tip of his penis, pushing against her anus; his dick was thick and slippery with pre-cum.

"I've always wondered what you felt like," he said. "And now I'll finally know."

A loud moan escaped Uma's mouth, as he pushed into her anus. His fat penis stretched her sphincter and anal walls to their limits. She gripped the grass in an effort to hold back her scream-like moans.

As he thrust in, Uma released two loud farts, her face turned red with embarrassment. Even in this dire situation, her body had betrayed her again.

"O-ho! Nice!" Basu said, in a lustful tone.

He pushed his cock deeper into her rectum. Uma screamed, her muscles tightening with every thrust. His balls slapped her vagina with every thrust.

"I have to say, Uma, you have managed your asshole very well," Basu said.

Uma felt his pubes brush against her buttocks, as he pounded her. She couldn't help but moan, as he fucked her. This experience of being filled was something new for her.

Despite the pain she was in, she felt a thrill, which made her body quiver with pleasure. Uma's vagina clenched around nothing, as it began to cum. She tried to hold her orgasm, but the pleasure was too much to ignore.

Basu's grunts grew louder with every thrust, his breath coming in ragged pants as he pumped into her. Uma, on the other hand, was lost in a sense of pleasure and anger.

"Good girl, keep it moving," Basu grunted, in a deep voice.

Uma realized her hips were moving on their own. She couldn't believe, herself, that she was enjoying this forced sex. Uma thought, how can I enjoy this? She was a woman of high desire, and yet she couldn't deny how good it felt.

Soon, Uma felt her first spasm of an orgasm building within her. Her body trembled; her vagina contracted around nothing as she climaxed. With an intense pleasure, she released white, milky liquid that dripped out of her unfilled vagina.

He chuckled and said, "Don't cum without me."

Basu tightened his grip on her hips and pushed harder.

Uma felt the pressure building in his cock, as his stroke grew fast and desperate.

"My cock is better than your music master's," he groaned.

Uma wanted to protest, but her mind was blurred by the pleasure he was giving to her. His dick slammed into her with increasing force. She felt the tension building in his thick cock. Basu grunted loudly and buried his penis deep inside her anus and held her hips still.

Hot semen filled her up, mixing with her poop. The feeling was so pleasurable that Uma's anal entrance sphincter clenched around his thick cock. He slowly pulled his penis out, glistening with cum and her anal secretions.

Uma felt violated, but also strangely satisfied.

"How was it?" he asked, in a low groan.

"Disgusting, you filthy pig," Uma said, in a gasping, steamy voice.

"Really? But I think your body is saying something else," Basu said, in a mocking tone.

Uma didn't respond. She was still catching her breath when suddenly she felt his fingers on her vagina. Basu scooped a small amount of her pussy juice and tasted it.

"Delicious!" Basu exclaimed, with delight.

Uma couldn't help but moan, as his fingers rubbed her clit to taste her pussy juice. She hated herself for that, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. She felt like a second round of orgasm was building inside of her.

"Fuck!" Uma murmured in frustration.

"Don't blame yourself," Basu said. "It's hard to resist oneself from the touch of a real man."

Uma felt his cock nudged against her ass, and it was still hard.

"I want to feel you come again," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Before Uma could react, Basu pushed his cock inside her pussy. She couldn't help but moan, her body shivered with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and her tongue started panting like a dog. She begged him to stop in a mumbled tone, but he didn't listen.

Basu gripped her hip tightly and increased his pace with renewed energy. The tip of his cock hit her G-spot, which sent a sensation of fullness through her body.

Uma's eyes teared up, as she felt her feeling of ecstasy grew. She never knew how much she would love being dominated by an ugly bastard like him. Uma felt herself getting closer to another orgasm, as her pussy clenched around his dick.

Uma, in a slurred tone, said, "Fu-uck... me...de-eep!"

It was embarrassing, so embarrassing, but she couldn't stop it. Her body wasn't in her control; she had lost herself to the hunger of lust.

Basu grunted loudly as he picked up his pace, his hanging balls slapping her with every thrust.

"That's it," he growled. "Take all of my loads like a good girl."

Her second orgasm hit her like a runaway truck, her body convulsed as she climaxed. Uma moaned as he filled her up with his cum.

As he pulled out his cock, his thick cum oozed out of her vagina. Uma felt a twisted sense of pleasure and satisfaction. Basu stepped back, his breath heavy and his eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"Now as per our deal, Uma," he said, while tucking his cock back into his pants. "I'll delete those videos as promised."

Uma didn't reply; she was too overwhelmed by the aftershock of her climax. Before leaving, Basu pulled her saree down, covering the mess he had made. After that, he walked away, leaving Uma in her miserable state.

Uma felt a sense of relief as he had kept his word. Suddenly, she felt gastric pressure building in her belly, and shortly after, she farted. A sticky-sounding fart escaped her anus, followed by a warm stream of cum that trickled down her thighs.