Once
upon a time on a crisp November morning, late summer in Rio Hondo, at the Fanny’s
Villa, bottles of beer, rum and cigar were seen littered all over the table. And
carelessly scattered on the floor were G-string, pants, sleeves and dress. At
the other corner the bed was creaking hugely under the weight of two figures. A
sonorous moan blared and hung over them. Like a trumpet, the female voice
amplified the most out of the window,
while the male voice groaned and grunted at a terribly, disturbing manner.
Opula
was bouncing and having her fragile, slender waist astride the legs of Ken,
whose mouth was gaping, and hands infinitely stroking and fondling her fragile
small breasts.
“You…you
are not doing badly today,” Ken stuttered under her weight and squeezed her
tapering waist.
She
shut her eyes and breathed hard. “Yesterday’s sex was horrendous,” she sounded
through moan and clenched her teeth to pound harder. “I am going to give it to
you hot!” she managed to say at a breath.
Neither
of them spoke again. A hush of silence would have hung over them except for the
bed that creaked under their weight and the slap-slap sound of her thighs
against his.
Hastily
Ken swung her over the bed and came on top of her. He pinned her soft palms to
the bedspread, shot his groovy eyes into hers and slammed a little more into
her, before he began to jerk uncontrollably.
“Oh,
not yet,” she nagged, and dragged a furrowed brow while she vibrated under him.
Ken
gripped her blonde, lush hair, gritted, and frowned his face while he jerked
without end. His body stilled and suddenly relaxed, before his face fell on her
neck and started burning her with his warm breath.
She
pushed him aside.
“Two-seconds
husband. You are horrible in bed,” she cursed and grabbed the duvet to cover
her nakedness. She sighed.
Ken
held his breath.
“This
is not an orgy. I am having my wife,” he groaned and stroked his ponytail.
He
was the husband to Opula, first daughter of the Fanny. Ken was tall, well-built
with strong facial features. He was a live-in husband, just like the other
husbands, who found no fault in being taken care of by their billionaire
father-in-law.
“Same
story every day. Opula is not enjoying it anymore,” she glowered, snorted,
nagged and added, “you are always impossible.” Her nostrils flared and eyes
lined with insatiability.
Ken’s
jaw sagged in rage. He didn’t want to tell her he found it awkward. But he was
going to say his fury in any way he could.
“Well
I am not as impossible as your mad brother who set my most expensive tuxedo on
fire,” he replied without remorse.
Her
eyes flinted with anger and face went crimson; before her nose wrinkled “How
dare you call my brother mad!” she snapped and widened her gaze at him.
He
sat up. “But he …..” Ken couldn’t complete his grievance.
Pa!
A
slap interposed him and he paused, lowered his gaze, brought his palms on his
chin to nurse his pain.
She
crawled out of the bed, advanced to the door and yanked it open.
“Leave
my chamber this minute!” she ordered and watched as Ken’s hand nurse his itchy
cheeks.
“You
raised your hands on me?” He sounded calmly, and stared at her with his watery
green eyes burning with fury.
“And
I will do it over and over again if you ever call my brother mad and insult him
the way you just did!” she echoed.
“But
he is mad and he ruined my tuxedo,” he barked and slammed his hand on the bed
in revenge.
His
response infuriated her even the more.
“You
dumb ass grouch! Leave my chamber!” she commanded yet again and pointed at the
door impatiently.
“Your
Chamber?” he asked with a shrug.
“Yes,
my chamber. The villa belongs to my father, who feeds you, shelters you and
cloths you. Now leave!” She gestured at the door in a final decision.
Feeling
disgruntled, Ken’s lips curled as he squeezed into his pair of pant, grabbed
his shirt and left like thunder.
The
door slammed!
Meet
Opula, the eldest daughter of the richest man in Rio Hondo. She was arrogant,
eclectic, with curvaceous body. Her hair was brunette and height tapering. And not
only was she over protective, but also believed in respect, loyalty and
dominance. Her family was her priority. Her prodigy that called her only
brother mad and maltreated him, got bullied and hated for life. Just as she
believed in the affluence and wealth of her father, she believed certainly
someday she would be made heiress to the multibillion dollar Fanny Group, since
their only heir had lost his sanity.
With
his hand still on his cheeks, and expression hardened, Ken walked past a couple
of maids, sneered and pushed away the ones that came on his way and barged into
his chamber.
Once
he was out of sight, Salsa, the chief maid of the Fanny’s laughed tauntingly as
she tucked to the corner with the rest of the maids.
“What
could be the problem now?” she asked a junior maid who peered towards her for
gossip.
“I
overheard a sensual moan from their chamber …” Another maid interrupted, “I
think he got bashed for disappointing Opula in bed again,” she mumbled, gagged
her mouth with her hands as she glared around for any onlooker.
Salsa’s
finger was on her lips. “Shhh!” She glared around before adding, “Return to
your duty post,” she ordered.
They
dispersed, as their high-heels knocked innumerably on the floor as they left.
Salsa
was about advancing to Opula’s chamber, when Opula’s medium tan, feline face
came through the door.
“Get
Brian ready for dinner with my father,” her voice beamed.
“Yes
ma’am,” Salsa responded, bowed and left to do her bidding.
At
a later time, Salsa ran back to Opula’s chamber and was howling from deep down
her lungs.
“What
is the problem?” Opula queried, and shot her oval disturbing looks at her. “Chin
up and talk to me!” she barked.
Salsa
was huffing and puffing to say a word.
“What
is it? Speak!” Opula thudded yet further.
Salsa
flinched.
“I…I
went to Brian’s Chamber and he wasn’t in. I searched the whole villa and couldn’t
find him. I only could find his cloths at the garden. I think he has gone out
to the street as usual,” She wailed as she raised the cloths.
“Why
did you leave someone kept under your care? Now listen, you dope,” she gripped
her ears and squeezed it.
Salsa
grinned in pain.
“If
anything should happen to my brother, you are as good as dead. Go and find him
now!” she beamed.
