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Here is another tale of erotic fiction from Rahul. I hope you all are liking my stories. I would really appreciate your comments on the story and positive criticism.
Sunday
Me:- Are we all set for tomorrow, babe?
Sweta:- Yeeeesssss.
Me:- You know what to do, right?
Sweta:- Don’t spoil the mood, Rahul.
Me:- It’s important, babe.
Sweta:- Yes, I am not an idiot. Now shut up and keep fucking me in my ass.
I took my dick out of my girlfriend’s (partner in crime) asshole and slapped her ass cheeks really hard. I kept slapping till it got red and she begged me to stop.
Me:- This is important, bitch. If something goes wrong, we both end up in jail, moron.
Sweta:- Sorry, babe. I know. I know what I have to do tomorrow. Don’t worry, we can do it, babe.
Me:- You ruined my mood, whore.
Sweta:- I said am sorry. Are you now going to leave me like this? Please babe, fuck me.
I lay on my back with my semi-erect dick which was further losing its erection.
Me:- Look at my dick, bitch. Suck it and make it hard again then you can ride me.
Sweta:-Sure, babe. Anything for you dear.
Me:- Ohh, just shut up and suck me you whore.
I lay back with my hands under my head and watched my GF suck me, and later putting it in her pussy and ride my dick. I cum in her and pushed her away.
I grabbed a cigarette, gave Sweta one and we started smoking laying back on the bed with our backs on the bed rest.
Sweta:- I didn’t cum.
Me:- Not my problem, bitch. Now, shut up and listen. Let’s go through the plan once again.
Sweta was a bit sad, but I had bigger things to worry about than giving her an orgasm. She caressed my dick and kept moving her hand on my stomach and chest as I again explained the plan to her.
Me:- You enter the bank wearing your fake pregnant pillow at around 3 pm when there are only a few people. I come in at 3:10 with the gun and take you hostage and start demanding money.
With you a pregnant woman as my hostage, no one will dare to show heroism. I will order the staff along with the security guard to give us their phones which you will be collecting.
Then I move them into the lunchroom and lock them in there, with you as my hostage and only the bank manager with us who is also a female.
This is to our advantage as she will sympathize with you and won’t dare to do anything. We collect as much cash as possible and I with you as hostage move out of the building and will leave you in the bank.”
For 25 minutes, that’s how long it would take for the cops to get to the bank if someone, somehow alerted them. So, we got 20 minutes to do our thing.
I need to be out by 3:30. Next to the bank, there is a car parking tower. I will be hiding there. I have paid off the security. He will be switching off the cameras on all the floors.
He will say its maintenance, except the entrance. There is a small room on the 8th floor, I will be hiding there, so if the cops start checking the CCTV’s they will think I entered and left in any car that was in the parking.
The cops will think that I am in one of those cars. They would be thinking I escaped in a vehicle and will start the search while I will be hidden just next to the bank. Once the cops clear the scene, you come and pick me up.
Sweta:- I can’t wear the burqa, it won’t show the pregnancy.
Me:- Then wear just a headscarf and have reading glasses on. You know where the cameras are, so don’t look directly into them and you will be fine. And most importantly, you need to get the bank manager out of her office before I enter the bank.
Sweta:- I don’t know how to do that.
Me:- Just create a scene, you are a pregnant woman. She will come. And once I am out, you will be my eyes and ears. The manager will close the bank call the cops so you will be in the bank.
The cops will question everyone including you so don’t be scared, act scared. But, don’t worry, they won’t suspect you. The bank manager and staff will support you and that depends on how scared and terrified you act as I take you hostage.
Sweta:- When should I come and pick you up?
Me:- You keep informing me about the cop moment and when the area is cleared as per my satisfaction, I will call you.
Sweta:- What if the cops start searching the parking lot?
Me:- Hope that I don’t get caught. It’s just luck. If the cops think I escaped, they won’t search it and start looking for the vehicles that left the parking and track them down.
Sweta:- What if they seal the parking and start checking the cars coming out?
Me:- They can’t seal the parking forever. People would want to get their cars. Don’t worry, if needed I will think of something at that moment. And we communicate through WhatsApp.
Sweta:- Good then, we get rich tomorrow.
Me:- Yes, we do.
Sweta:- Your dick is hard. Please fuck me now, babe.
Me:- Hop on, bitch.
Monday 7 pm
Sweta:- They let everyone go after questioning. But cops are still here. They checked the CCTV.
Me:- What’s happening in the parking lot entrance?
Sweta:- They bought into your plan. I heard them talk. They think you have escaped. But they aren’t allowing any cars to enter and there are just two cops checking the cars that are coming out. What will you do now?
Me:- Are they checking thoroughly?
Sweta:- Nah… Just two fatsos asking name and checking the boot of the car.
Me:- Oh, okay. We need to improvise. I saw a woman come in at 4. She had an SUV with tinted glasses. I will wait for her to come back and take her hostage.
She will be scared and won’t talk to the cops. I will give you a message as soon as I reach the entrance. Just slip and fall in front of the cops. They will come to a pregnant woman’s aid. I will handle it from there.
Sweta:- Ok. By the way, how much did we loot, babe?
Me:- 1.25 Crores babe…1.25 crores.
I waited for the lady for almost 2 hours. I saw her coming and went and hid behind her car. As soon as she opened her car door, I came out behind her and caught her mouth stopping her from screaming.
Me:- Do exactly as I say or.. (She nodded in agreement).
Me:- Don’t you scream now. I will let go of you now. Tell me your name.
Woman:- Nisha.
Me:- Ok, Nisha. How old are you?
Nisha:- 32.
Me:- Married?
Nisha:- Yes.
Me:- Ok, I need you to get me out of here. So, for now, I am your husband. You drive and I will be sitting next to you. Alright?
Nisha:- Ohk, Calm down. I will do exactly as you say.
Me:- Good. Get in the car.
She sat in the driver’s seat and I sat next to her. She was wearing a black coloured tight skirt which ended just above her knee and had a pink coloured shirt with a coat and briefcase in her hand.
I kept the money bag and the briefcase in the backseat and asked her to drive.
We reached the entrance. There were two cars in front and the two cops were checking it.
Me:- Give me your DL. (She gave me her Driving License.)
Nisha Dhawan. What’s your husband’s name?
Nisha:- Rahul.
Me:- What a coincidence. Now I am Rahul Dhawan. If the cops ask, that is what you tell them.
Nisha:- I will help you.
Me:- Good. You got nice boobs. Open two more buttons and show them your cleavage.
She did as I said. I messaged Sweta to be ready and told her I was in the red car.
As soon as we reached the entrance, Sweta did her thing and one cop went to check her out and the other was standing next to our car and looking at Sweta.
Me:- Sir, can we go?
Cop:- Wait a minute. We need to check the IDs and the car.
Me:- Sir, we need to go our kid is alone at home. We are husband and wife. Show him your ID, dear. (she handed her DL over to him).
Cop:- Is that your husband?
Nisha:- Yes, he is my husband.
Sweta acted as if she was screaming in agony.
Sweta:- Ahhhh…!!!!
Cop:- Damn it! Okay, you can go.
He went to check on Sweta and I went with Nisha.
Me:- Where is your husband?
Nisha:- He is on a business trip.
Me:- When will he be back?
Nisha:- A week later.
Me:- Good, take me to your home.
I messaged Sweta to go home and call me if it was safe to come. I went to Nisha’s home which was about 20 minutes away from the bank.
We reached her home. It was a 2 BHK apartment in a high-rise building. Once we were in, I asked her to sit in on the sofa and be quiet. She looked pretty relaxed. I got a message from Sweta.
Sweta:- I am messaging from the bathroom. The cops are here asking me to help them draw a sketch of you. Don’t come home.
Me:- Okay, Let me know when it’s safe. I am in a safe place, don’t worry. And delete all my messages.
Sweta:- Okay.
Nisha:- Can I have some water, please?
Me:- Sure. Even I will have some.
Nisha got up and started moving to the bedroom.
Me:- HEY!!! Do you keep water in the kitchen or bedroom?
Nisha:- I was going to the bathroom. I really need to pee first. All this is making me nervous. Please.
Me:- Where is your phone? Give it to me.
Nisha handed me her phone and I followed her to the bathroom and waited for her outside the bathroom as she went in.
She went in and came out after a few minutes and went to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge. I was standing behind the door and couldn’t see exactly what she was doing.
She drank first and then passed me the rest. I drank the water and we sat on the sofa. That was all I remember. I thought I was blacked out.
I don’t know after how many minutes or hours I woke up, but I was naked with my hands and legs tied to a bedpost. I had a pillow under my head. I was drowsy at first, but then came to my senses and started fighting to get out of the situation.
Nisha:- Oh, You are up. Stop struggling. I have tied you up pretty well. You are just wasting your energy.
I turned my head sideways. I found Nisha on her computer desk wearing only a black colored bra and panty.
Me:- You bitch, untie me and let me go.
Nisha:- Calm down, dear.
There was silence in the room.
Nisha:-That’s much better. Now you are my bitch till I say so. I got tired of disconnecting your whore’s call so I broke your phone and am very sure that she ain’t going to the cops filing a missing report.
Me:- You broke my phone? How long was I out and why am I naked?
Nisha:- It’s four in the morning, and you are naked because I want to fuck you, idiot.
She got rid of her clothes and stood completely naked in front of me. She was fair and looked beautiful. She had a well-maintained body with no fat except on her big ass which was bouncing.
She came and stood on top of the bed with both her legs on either side of my hips with her pussy right above my dick. She had a nice pair of tits like those of pornstar Katerina Hartlova.
Her jet-black hair was tied up nicely. She gave me a view of her pussy which had trimmed little pubic hair. She stood there showing off her hot body. My dick was starting to rise. She then knelt near me and started sucking my dick.
Me:- Let me go, you whore.
Nisha:- Shut up, bitch.
She looked angry. I just kept quiet and allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Besides, I too was enjoying her mouth on my dick.
She also licked my balls. She kept spitting on my dick making it really wet, her saliva was all over my dick and balls.
Nisha:- You got a nice dick. 6-7″ long nice and thick. It will be good to fuck you bitch.
She sucked for some more time and came sat on my dick and started jumping up and down my cock with brute force. She adjusted the speed to her liking and kept fucking me.
Her moans told me how much she was enjoying it. She untied her hair and let it fall. They were nice and silky with little curls at the end coming up to her nipples. She flung her hair back and started pinching her nipples. She fucked me for 15 minutes.
Nisha:- Oh, Yess… That’s good… I am cumming… Godddd!!! YESSS… That’s it.
She arched her back, threw her head backward, and kept riding me while pressing her boobs. All I could do was have a hard dick and watch her enjoy herself.
As soon as she came, she got up went and sat on the computer chair, and started smoking.
Me:- Bitch, suck me off. I am not done yet.
Nisha:- One more time you use such language with me, I won’t hesitate to call the cops and act like a victim. I ain’t your bitch, you are my bitch. My whore, get it? You satisfy me not the other way around. Go to sleep, asshole.
To be continued.

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