Naive Landlady Becomes Sex Doll – Part 1
landlady, landlord's wife, seduction

Hi all, this story is about Sumit – a tall 6’2″ guy, who recently got an accountant’s job at the Kharagpur railways. Since railway quarters weren’t available for the new joinee, he had to find a place to rent. That was how he got in contact with Pranab Pal. Pranab was a little old compared to his wife, Diya. Pranab’s wife Diya was a beautiful lady, with adorable assets. Naturally, Pranab had been quite possessive about Diya and did not allow her to be outside frequently. All of this meant, when Sumit rented the place, he and Diya would constantly cross paths. Every morning when the beautiful landlady Diya would be putting out her wet clothes, the tenant Sumit would be working out. In the evening when Diya would sweep the verandah, she would run into a hot Sumit coming out of the washroom, flexing his abs. And even at night, a drunk Sumit would grab a good view of Diya in her nighties. Now, since the landlord Pranab was tired and timid, Diya didn’t complain about the attention. She was rather happy and excited. Gradually, this allowed Sumit to be physically closer to his beautiful landlady, and at times, engage in some mischiefs. One morning, while Diya was putting her clothes out, Sumit sneaked up behind her. Then he suddenly pulled her towel from her hair! This caused her wet hair to fall all over her shoulder. Diya looked back at Sumit, with a little annoyance and shock. “Thank me, it’s just the towel and not your pallu,” Sumit smirked, wiping his sweat with that towel. “Don’t you dare! And go away, Pranab might hear,” Diya said in a slower voice. “Let’s go somewhere, away from your controlling husband,” Sumit smirked. “When did I ever say no? I would love it.” Diya replied, taking the towel back and escaping from Sumit. The next morning, Sumit sneaked up to his young landlady. He grabbed her by her hand and pinned her to the wall. Diya’s breath met Sumit’s chest and her boobs met his abs. “You. Me. Digha,” Sumit whispered in Diya’s ears. “Really?” Diya almost jumped, clashing her body with Sumit. “But you need to learn all about it,” Sumit said holding her hand again. “Yes, I will, do whatever it takes,” Diya was too happy. “Come to my room, at six then,” Sumit was now pressing his sexy landlady against the wall. He could feel her nipples erecting up. Sumit left her hand and casually walked away. Pranab used to return late, around 8 in the night. This gave Sumit two hours to spend with the naive Diya. So he came from the office with a gift packed for Diya. Diya however was a bit late. Around 6:30, Diya knocked on the door. She was visibly tired from sweeping. The sweat had soaked into her blouse and petticoat. Sumit opened the door, with strict displeasure on his face. “Thirty minutes late, so you don’t want to learn?” Sumit said with a stern face. “Sorry Sumit, you know I was..” the naive Diya was trying to defend when Sumit started again. “But your offense deserves punishment, don’t you agree?” “Yes,” Diya nodded in agreement. “Go to the table and bend over,” Sumit said firmly. The landlord’s wife went to the table and hesitantly bent over it. Sumit came from behind and grabbed both her hands, placing them both on the table. Diya was now perfectly bent. Her round ass came out in the wet saree. She had a big booty for sure. Sumit ran his fingers over his innocent landlady’s round ass, squeezing first the left and then the right one. He then stroked a little to see how they bounced. Now, he slapped her left ass cheeks hard. “Ahhh” Diya reacted in pain. “No sound, else you will be spanked harder,” Sumit said raising her hand to spank her right asscheek. Then he bent over to kiss her assets. Diya was relieved. “Come to the sofa, and I have a gift for you” Sumit took the packed gift out. Diya had by now forgotten the pain already. “What’s in it?” an excited Diya asked. “Wait for the end of our teaching,” Sumit replied switching the TV on. It was a sultry show of women on the beach, with bikini girls and nudists. “This is how people dress for a beach,” Sumit affirmed his shy landlady. “But I don’t have a bikini” Diya framed an excuse. “Why don’t you unwrap the gift?” Sumit smiled. In the gift was a red bikini top, with a short skirt. Diya was shocked and worried. “Go wear it for me,” Sumit persuaded. Diya had no option she went into her bedroom. And first compared the tops to her size. It looked a bit smaller. Then she started to disrobe herself. She took the saree off and put it on the bed. Then she proceeded to remove her blouse and put on the bikini top. Her boobs were pushing out of the cloth and she could not tie the knot at back. Sumit, entered the room, surprising Diya. He had been watching over her since the whole time. Diya was a bit shocked. She had been a bit careless, exposing her naked breasts, when she took off the blouse. But the damage was done. “Let me help you,” Sumit said in a lustful tone. His eyes were undressing his landlord’s naive wife. She felt helpless and happy. Sumit grabbed the loose straps of the bikini top and constricted them. Diya’s boobs were crying for space. Diya looked at herself. She had never been more sluttier. She felt excited about herself. “Sumit, I can’t wear this top, it’s too small,” Diya complained. “But everyone wears it,” Sumit tried to convince. “It’s a bit too much, let’s get something bigger,” Diya reasoned. “That’s not cool. Okay, I will but you another top to wear with that skirt. But under one condition,” Sumit looked mischievous. “What?” Diya was getting nervous. “A kiss.” A shy Diya was a bit uncomfortable, but Sumit grabbed her waist, bring her face close to his. Her perky nipples rubbed against those strong abs. Their lips touched, and Sumit invaded her mouth. He sucked in some breath from her. Diya was getting turned in. Meanwhile, Sumit’s hands moved down, through his cute landlady’s ass cheeks. Diya wanted to distract him, so she joined with her tongue. Her nipples pressed harder and so did Sumit’s growing dick pressed against her crotch. His hands were still moving, splitting her ass and reaching out for her pussy. Diya tried to push Sumit onto the bed, to save her pussy. Sumit pulled her by her waist again. This time, he quickly loosened her petticoat. And made her land on his lap. Diya started to kiss him again, vigorously this time. But she was sitting on his lap, but above a throbbing penis. Sumit now slid his hand under the bikini top, freeing her boobs that he continued to press aggressively. Diya was getting far too anxious. She tried to free her mouth, but Sumit moved into her boobs, sucking gently at first. As the naive Diya tried to speak, he sucked hard on her milky boobs, making her moan. She could feel a massive dick now. “Pranab will see us” Diya uttered, still moaning from the wild sucking. There was a horn in distance. Sumit stopped and released his grip, liberating Diya. “Wait for my package tomorrow,” he said before he went out of the room. *** This is an ongoing story and the next part will have their steamy sex during the Digha ride. Please comment on what fantasy you would like in the next part.