The Things You Do For Family

And he started fucking me in rapid strokes.

Goyal's tobacco breath filled my senses again as his dick kept going in and out of my cunt. Our torsos rubbed against each other. I wasn't feeling pleasure... or indeed much of anything. I kept my eyes closed for a while. Then I started looking around the room letting my mind wander. Goyal slipped his hands under my shoulder blades and pulled me up slightly.

"Having fun, madam?"

I shook my head. He did not seem to like my response. He started fucking me even harder and the sound of our thighs slapping filled the room. At this tempo, my body finally started taking note of his assault. but only slightly. I looked at the TV. It was off. I wish he had kept it on so I had something to distract me. Then my eye fell on my handbag.

"Shit!!" I said. "Goyal, wait!"

"I'm... not... in... a... mood... to... " he said breathlessly as his dick kept hammering my cunt. The copious fat on his arms and shoulders and chest jiggled. From the position he was holding me in, I could look down and see his hairy ass also jiggling.

"Please Goyal... condom!! I forgot to... "

I started to fight him off. With my legs, I tried to push his hips away. But he was in the zone. He moved his hands to my waist and kept me attached to him. His hips bucked even faster. His ample belly pressed into mine. And then he bit my shoulder really hard.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH... " I screamed... from the pain of his bite.

"URRHHHHHHHH" he screamed from pleasure.

And I felt it. A warm sticky stream filling up my insides. His thighs kept slapping against mine as he pumped me full of his semen.

"You motherfucker!!" I tried to push him as he kept going.

"URXXXXGHH" he screamed out as he deposited the last few drops of his juice inside me.

And then he collapsed on top of me. My ribs creaked as his fat hulk landed on them.

"Get off me!" I said, my lungs under duress.

Goyal lazily rolled off my body. I immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. Goyal's disgusting cum was streaking down the inside of my thigh as I stood in front of the faucet. I scooped out as much of the sticky goo as I could from my cunt and threw it in the bathroom sink. I sprayed water down there using the hand-held shower head. Even as I was doing it, my brain kept telling me - this is pointless. whatever damage could be done has been done. Just get a test tomorrow. The point was medically and scientifically correct. But still I kept cleaning myself. I think it was more psychological than medical.

Before I walked out the bathroom, I picked up a robe hanging there and tied it around me. When I stepped out, Goyal was sitting on the bed with a bottle of scotch in his hand.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Hey, it's not entirely my fault! You forgot about the condom too." he said, pouring the drink in two glasses.

"But I told you to stop."

"Your timing could not have been worse." he smiled and took a sip from a glass. He offered me the other one. I shook my head.

"You're just an asshole. A total and complete asshole." I started gathering my clothes from the bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Goyal asked me.

"Getting dressed."

"Why? That robe highlights your ass nicely. And does a good job of your cleavage too."

"I'm leaving."

"No you're not!" he said in a stern voice.

My shoulders slumped and I turned around to face him.

"Please, just let me go. You wanted to fuck me. You fucked me."

Goyal got up and came close to me. He slipped a hand inside my robe and grabbed my left breast.

"For someone with a perfect memory, you aren't remembering things right. I said I wanted you to spend a night with me. And the night has just begun."

I stood there, using all my willpower to make sure tears didn't spring to my eyes. I always considered tears a sign of weakness. And I did NOT want to cry in front of this gargoyle.

"Remember... I still have the video... and your dad will... "

"Yeah yeah, fine." I sat on the bed, defeated. "How long are you going to hold this over my head? Am I supposed to be your mistress from now on?"

"Ahhh... if only! That would be a dream come true. You warming my bed every night." he came over and opened my robe.

"Fucking you morning, noon, and night." he started running his hands up and down my thighs. "Looking into those pretty gray eyes... biting those full luscious lips... all along knowing that I am fucking a woman who also has the biggest brains of anyone I know... but alas, that cannot happen."

I looked at him pointedly.

"I want to live. Live long enough to enjoy all the money you have generously given me. I don't want to constantly look over my shoulders. If I stay here, even if I am able to keep fucking you every night, you or your dad will have me killed. Don't give me that look. You know I'm right."

"I should've killed you the moment you came to me last week." I muttered.

"Hahaha, you do take after your dad." Goyal patted my pussy. "Well, you didn't. And here you are. But I don't want to push my luck. So... I have a flight late in the morning. I will be on that flight. And you will never hear from me ever again."

"Where are you going?" I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Nice try. I don't want your hitmen following me around the globe. And don't try to bribe your customs stooges. I have a new passport, a new identity."

"I don't give a shit."

"Maybe not. But anyway, I expect you to be my plaything until I leave. That's just one night. And then you're free to go your way."

Goyal made me turn on my side so my ass was visible to him. He lay down behind me, one hand holding the scotch, the other hand fondling my ass. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else.

"I really am sorry about the condom." Goyal said as he lightly spanked my naked ass. "I got caught up in the moment."

"Whatever."

"Also I just assumed you're on the pill. Aren't you?"

"No."

"Your handsome husband wears a condom every time you fuck?"

"I am not discussing my husband with you."

"You're worried that I might have made you pregnant?" Goyal pulled me to face him. There was an almost gleeful look in his eyes.

"I am not." I honestly answered.

"So what's with the condom obsession?"

"Diseases... "

He looked offended. Took his hands off my ass and stood up to get a refill of scotch.

"Diseases? What kind of a man do you think I am, madam? You think I go to brothels? Or does your elitist mind assume that just because I look the way I do, I am by default dirty, carrying germs?"

"I don't care."

A look of anger flashed through his eyes. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the floor between his legs.

"You think my dick is so dirty, you snooty bitch? Now you get to clean it. Open your mouth!"

I shook my head and tried to pry his grip from my hair.

"I am serious, madam. I gave you a reprieve earlier because we were just getting started. But you are going to suck my dick!"

"NO!"

My struggle knocked the glass of scotch from his other hand and the drink spilled all over the floor. I got up from the floor, closed my robe, and took a step back, expecting him to lunge at me again. Instead he just sat back and wiped the drops of scotch from his body.

"I was hoping not to keep reminding you of this. It gets tedious."

He reached for his phone.

"I have a message composed and ready. All I have to do is hit send and the video goes to SEBI, Economic Times, CNBC, NDTV Profit... and pretty much every business media outlet in the country."

A few seconds later, I was on the floor between his legs. He offered me scotch again. This time I took it. I chugged down about two pegs to steel myself for the ignominy that lay ahead.

He leaned back with his hands on the bed. I sat on the floor on folded knees, my robe soaking up some of the scotch I had spilled earlier. His dick was semi-erect just at the sight of having me between his legs. I just sat there motionless for a few seconds. So Goyal leaned forward, grabbed my head and pulled it forward.

"Open." he commanded.

I opened my mouth but closed my eyes. And fought back the urge to heave as his smelly dick hit my lips, then my teeth, and then rested on my tongue inside my mouth.

Goyal's dick sat lazily inside my mouth. I kept my mouth partially open, doing my best to not start crying or to start puking. The dick tasted bitter and musky. A mix of his leftover urine, his ejaculate, and I suppose my own juices. Plus my mouth also had the aftertaste of the scotch I had chugged down. For a couple of seconds, I opened my eyes. His hairy paunch loomed above me, There was a lot of lint in his belly button. His pubic hair was brushing against my cheeks. I closed my eyes again. Kept my hands on my lap.

Then I felt his hands increase the pressure on my head. He started moving my head back and forth. I did nothing with my tongue or lips, but the warmth of my mouth started coaxing his dick towards an erection. Saliva streamed down the side of my mouth as his dick got almost fully hard and started scraping against my teeth. I opened my mouth wider. He didn't like that. With one hand he forced my jaw closed.

"Press your lips around my dick!"

I did as I was told. My lips were wrapped around his dick. And my tongue started moving around. I wasn't consciously deciding to do it. But once his dick had spent some time in my mouth, my natural blowjob technique started kicking in. His hands were still moving my head back and forth. A teardrop finally slipped out of my right eye and streamed down my cheek, making me feel enraged. My frustration expressed itself my my mouth closing harder around his dick.

"MMMMMMMM!"

He liked it. His dick throbbed, down fully erect, as it was snugly ensconced in my mouth, and my head was being moved back and forth. Soon, Goyal started reducing the pressure on my head. But the inertia kept my head moving back and forth. And soon I realized that I was the one moving my head. Voluntarily. His hands were just playing with my hair. Oh my god! I was voluntarily giving this man a blowjob!

Goyal slipped his right hand down and parted the front of my robe. He grabbed my left breast and started massaging it. Then his other hand moved to my other breast. And his hands started mauling my tits. To readjust my balance, I moved my hands to his thighs. From there, I had no idea when my right hand moved to his hairy balls. He moaned in delight as I massaged his balls even as my mouth kept pleasuring his dick.

My mind, which had gone completely blank, suddenly embarked on a journey of introspection. I was a rich, smart, educated, well-regarded business woman from a well known family. My net worth was more than I could spend in a thousand years. A week ago, I was flying high, having personally brokered a deal that would take our company to heights never seen before. I had the world ahead of me.

And instead, here I was, getting my boobs felt up as I gave a blowjob to a disgusting old man who was my dad's lowly underling. How could this be happening?

Maybe because you have been craving something like this, another part of me answered.

"Okay okay... OKAY!" Goyal said in a high pitched voice.

He pushed my head away and his dick popped out of my mouth. I spat away a couple of his pubic hair and looked at him. In my mouth, I had felt his dick start that final journey. When I start giving a blowjob in the earnest, few men can last too long. Goyal was no exception. In fact, parallel to my introspection, I had been hoping that my sucking his dick would make him cum. So I would be spared another actual fucking. At least for a while. But no such luck.

Goyal pushed the robe off my shoulders and it fell to the floor around my butt. He then put his feet on the bed and slid back. As he did so, I got a most disgusting view of his balls dangling over his flabby, hairy, dimpled inner thighs. He put his head on a pillow, and then straightened his legs in a V formation. He was lying absolutely flat, with only his hard 5 incher pointing upwards and the mountain of his enormous belly jiggling ever so gradually.

He gestured with his fingers for me to join him on the bed. I threw my robe aside and got on the bed on my knees, again fully naked. It struck me how normal that seemed now. Being completely naked in front of this dirty old man. A week ago, he only fantasize about how I looked. Now he was getting to see my tits jiggle, my ass convulse, and my neck sweat from close quarters.

"What?" I asked him.

"On top!"

"Excuse me?"

"Get on top and put my dick inside your cunt, madam."

"You expect me to ride you?" I snorted derisively despite the situation. "I think you might be watching too much porn."

"Are you telling me you never ride your husband?"

"I do... but he's my husband. You're a sleazy blackmailer. You want to fuck me? Do the work yourself!" I said and plonked myself on my ass on the bed.

Goyal got up. He put his hands under my shoulder and entered me easily. I was somehow still wet down there. He fucked me like before for a few seconds. Then he moved his hands lower until they were wrapped around my lower back. And then he rolled over.

The sneaky motherfucker! He got me on top anyway! He held my body pinned to his, my boobs feeling every single one of his raspy chest hair, as he continued fucking me by thrusting his hips upwards. In line with my policy of non-cooperation, I just lay on top of him, letting him do all the work. But a couple of minutes later, my body started responding. Maybe it was the angle. But I was actually liking how his dick was feeling inside me.

Goyal moved his hands to my ass, grabbed it, and started thrusting his dick upwards into my cunt. My hips, as if on autopilot, started moving back and forth as they usually did when I rode a man. My head was resting on his shoulder, my boobs pressed against his chest, as our fucking continued at gentle pace for a couple of minutes. His vertical motion combined with the horizontal motion of my hips was producing a trajectory for his dick that felt really nice inside my cunt. It had been a while since I had been fucked. And my body started relishing the experience.

A few minutes later, I realized that Goyal had stopped his upward thrusts completely. In fact he was completely motionless except for his hands which kept massaging my ass and his lips that kept planting gentle kisses on my cheeks and my head. I realized that I was the one doing all the work. It was my hips that were now moving horizontally as well as vertically. And I was the one controlling the tempo of the fucking. It was my vaginal muscles that were contracted in longing, enveloping his dick.

"Wow madam, this is amazing. You are very talented."

"Shut up!" I angrily said. I was not entirely happy that this cretin was the source of the pleasure my body was feeling.

Goyal obediently stayed silent, letting out occasional groans as I continued fucking him on top. He moved his hands to my shoulders and pushed me upwards so my tits were only partially resting on his hairy chest. His hands then moved to my boobs and his fingers started playing with my sensitive nipples. That only added to the pleasure. I put my hands under his armpits and stepped up the pace of the fucking. I looked into his eyes and at his ugly face as I realized that an orgasm was within my reach. Whenever I was on top, I knew exactly how to reach it. I had not even thought about doing it with this disgusting old fart. But by now, my body was too committed to the notion to not go through with it.

I closed my eyes to get his sick face out of my sight and increased the tempo a bit more. My crotch was grinding into his and my thighs were feeling warm from the friction as I went through the necessary motions. Usually, with my husband or my ex-boyfriends, I would have cu a lot sooner. But Goyal's dick was comparatively smaller, so I had to adjust my technique accordingly.

Whatever I was doing was also making him very happy. I could feel that his dick inside me was rock hard, harder than it had been all night. It felt like a small but sturdy piece of wood inside me as the motion of my hips made it touch all the right spots inside me at all the correct angles. I was thinking of only one thing. The orgasm which should be here in a minute or two.

"Madam!" Goyal throatily said.

"I told you to shut up!" I hoarsely said as I moved my hands to his shoulders and thrust my hips even harder against his crotch.

"But madam... "

"SHUT UP!!"

"... the condom... "

SHIT! I instantly stopped moving.

I opened my eyes and looked into his. His face wore a sincere look even as his hands grabbed on to my tits.

"The condom you... "

"FUCK!"

I jumped off his body, making his dick slide out. I walked to the edge of the bed on my knees, got off it, and sprinted to my purse. I bent down hunt for the condoms in there and took one out, partly mindful of the fact that I must have given Goyal quite a view at my ass and pussy in that posture. I scurried back to the bed with the plastic square in my hand. As I put one knee on the bed, I ripped the packet open with my teeth. Goyal was smiling, presumably amused at the purposeful urgency with which I had been moving.

As I slipped the condom on his dick, my eyes fell on his huge hairy belly and once again, a part of me chastised itself for being in this situation. But that was a very small part of me. Most of me wanted to get back to the fucking which had been strangely enjoyable. Within seconds, I was on top of him and his dick was inside me, this time a condom separating us. I noted how weird it felt. It had literally been years since I had used a condom during sex.

Starting to ride him again, I recognized that the orgasm wasn't as near as it was a few moments ago. I would have to build up to that place again. And maybe change my technique slightly. I pressed my thighs against his sides and my vaginal muscles gripped his dick even harder. I sat up absolutely straight and started playing with my boobs and nipples myself. If I wanted to get to the promised land, I couldn't afford to let his amateurish fat fingers muddle their way around them. His hands, having nothing to do, found their way to my waist which they gripped as it rose and fell rapidly.

The next day, I wondered about this portion of the night. I wondered what had suddenly turned me from a reluctant blackmailed woman doing the bare minimum for the sake of her family to an earnest enthusiastic participant. Part of the reason was of course that I hadn't had sex in a while because of the problems my husband and I were having. So when my body got a taste of what it had been missing, my primal instincts took over.

But I decided that there was more to it. It was just part of my mental make-up which made up my overall personality. Once I decide to do something, once I commit to it, I give it my all. It's not really a matter of choice. Call it being ultra competitive or goal oriented or a type A personality. And be it a tennis match or a poker game or a college degree or a business project or a marriage or even this sleazy deal. So it was inevitable that sooner rather than later, I would be an equal partner in this. It was almost as if I felt I owed it to sex.

But back to the moment. Once the condom was on and I was set on my goal, I threw caution to the winds. I had not made a peep that night until then by the way of moans or sighs because I didn't want to give my blackmailer the satisfaction. But now, all bets were off. I made my usual noises. The moans, the groans, the curse words, the sighs, the throwing back of the neck, the motions with the hands... the whole nine yards.

"YES!! FUCK YEAH!! DRILL ME HARD LIKE THAT!!"

I heard myself screaming as Goyal, clearly turned on by my transformation, started thrusting his dick upwards into my cunt. Combined with my motions, it created a delightful effect.