How our Landlord seduced my friend and then me by madiha

A literotic sexstories: How our Landlord seduced my friend and then me by madiha ,

This happened when we first moved to city and rented a house just above our landlord’s house

After plenty for requests to publish the story of my landlord,here I’m finally relating my experience.I’m an Indian girl,so Please forgive my English

To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task. I had lost count of number of houses that I and my friend, Neha had visited over the past 6 days.

The mobile numbers of brokers filled up my contact list every time we explained the house owner that it is not a family but only two 22 year old unmarried ladies, who are going to move in, he would slowly call the broker to one side of the room and start whispering.

We immediately knew that even this house is gone for a toss. Spinsters are considered as evil witches who cast spell on men and bring them home and do nasty godforsaken things with them. That’s the rumour that these species called house owners heard as their bedtime stories when they were kids.

We tried to politely explain to him that we have got a job here and we work for a well-known MNC as software developers. We will pay rent on time and cause no havoc in whatever little time we get to spend at home after the company sucks out our life each day. But it fell in deaf ears.

We were given 7 days of free accommodation in the company sponsored hotel and we were running out of time. Staying in PG for women seemed to be our only hope. We did not like it one bit. Madiha”! Neha called out loud. She was furiously searching for the houses for rent in Sulekha.

She wanted me to check out this place which was around 6 kms from our office; it had 2 BHK, one open terrace and also 2 bathrooms. The rent quoted was also reasonable. I immediately dialled the number just to get the broker on the other end.

He told us that the place was already nearly booked by someone else but on hearing a female voice, he told us to meet him at a set location and check out the house never-the-less. Me and Neha got dressed and took an auto to the location.

The broker was scary looking man who stood over 6 feet tall and weighed close to 110 kilo’s. He was riding an old Yamaha bike and his bottom engulfed the entire seat. We slowly walked behind him as he took us through a lane.

We walked and walked till we reached dead-end. Neha and I exchanged glances. The last house, Madam”, said the ogre. An independent house with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us 2 BHK ma’am, no pollution, no traffic sound, the owner very good.

The ogre continued in his broken English. He rang the calling bell, and a fat plump lady wearing a saree which displayed her 3 tires around her belly opened the door. Princess Fiona and broker ogre, where is the donkey?

The fat lady had a serious conversation with the broker ogre in their colloquial language. I felt the ground below me shake as her voice boomed over the word rent. Neha was cool. She had already started walking around here and there as if she knew this house was ours for the taking.

No Boyfriends here”, the fat lady’s voice pierced in my head. I was so scared that I nodded by default. The fact that she said boyfriends instead of just boyfriend gave me a feeling that she thought I was a slut, or will become one soon.

Tell your friend also. I again nodded. She went inside and came back with a key and gave it to the broker ogre come, upstairs room. Full ventilation marble flooring Neha looked excited. She liked isolated houses. I like flats with lot of people around me.

I felt secure then and the front room was not that big one bedroom was bigger than the other. The kitchen opened to a terrace where there was so much place clothes hanging you and owner family said the ogre share. Oh!

I understood that he wanted to tell me that this terrace will also be used by the owner’s family to dry clothes. Neha was flying around the house like a butterfly. She seemed to like this place.

The problem began the broker ogre, house booked by another man pay extra 1000 Rs and house yours. Yes said Neha immediately. I looked at her. She had a pleading look on her face and I did not want to say NO. 10 months advance and if you leave within a year, 2 months’ rent will be deducted and one month rent is my fees.

This the broker spoke in perfect English. I agreed as this is the process followed by every single house owner in this city. You can shift after you pay advance. Today also ok, the ogre grinned. Stupid ogre! “Who stays downstairs?

I asked him good family. Wife you saw before, husband gone to work, one kid gone to school. Fiona looked scary, wondering how Shrek will be. I smiled. We wanted to move in tomorrow, we paid the advance, paid the broker.

We did not have much of luggage. We had to buy everything from scratch. We moved in. Fiona smiled for the first time as I handed over the cheque to her. She must have really felt like a princess then. We never met her husband till date.

It seems like he did not have veto powers in that house to decide the tenants. All was done by Fiona. Neha liked the terrace the best. She was a hardcore Yoga enthusiast and always woke up by 6 to do her acrobatics. She had a well maintained body and a flat stomach.

Though not flat I had little flesh where is mattered and was too lazy to do Yoga or exercise of any sort. The husband or the official house owner it seems was out of station for some days. The kid was nice, he was around 10 and resembled baby shrek.

One morning while we were going to work, we climbed down the stairs to the gate, I saw a man topless scratching the hair on his chest looking at the motor. He seemed to be shocked to see us first. He then smiled at us. There was an evil grin to it.

Neha smiled back. New tenants, he asked. Yes Neha replied. Do you like the house? Like it very much replied Neha. Come sometime for coffee in our house when you are free , said the topless man, still rubbing his chest. He had a dhoti.

He had a sacred thread around his body to show his Brahmin origin. His pot belly prevented him from seeing his toes when he looked down. Shrek family did exist here. We smiled and we ran off to work.

There was a sound of laughter in my head as I tried to clear my mind. Was it just a dream or did I really hear it. I looked at the time it was 6:30 am. I got up and checked the other bedroom for Neha. She was not there.

She must be doing Yoga. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter therapy sessions like those mad people who believed that laughing with their hands raised without any reason on the roadside can prevent heart attacks?

And they can eat masala chicken soon after they get home as laughter therapy shields them against cholesterol and triglyceride levels in their body.

I looked out of the window and I saw Neha was talking to the house owner. He was topless as usual.

He had a small steel tumbler in his hands. He did not look like he did Suryanamaskar 101 times a day. He had come to see Neha. I could not hear what they were talking but from what it looked, Shrek was talking about his pot belly and his hands were rubbing his belly.

I did not like his intentions one bit. Neha was in a t shirt and her track pants. I opened the door and told Neha to make tea. The house owner did not like it. He smiled at me. His eyes conveyed the fact that he will first get her and then it will be my turn soon. He was around 45 years old.

Neha reluctantly went inside. She was not of suspicious nature by birth. She liked to talk to everyone, unlike me who suspected everyone. The house owner wanted to say something to me but he thought against it and smiled and climbed down the stairs.

I did not want to scare Neha by telling her about my doubts to her. Neha told me that he does his morning prayers in the terrace and he was very funny. I nodded and refrained from asking anymore to end that conversation. While walking down the stairs, Princess Fiona turned up.

She said she was leaving to her hometown for 2 weeks as it was summer vacation for her son. I was not happy to hear that. Uncle will be here. Your duplicate keys will be with him. I was sad on hearing this. 2 weeks of freedom for Shrek. Wondering what plans he had in his head. I was sure it involved us for sure.

Next day morning, I woke up and upon not finding Neha, I peeped out of the window and I saw topless Uncle Shrek and Neha on the terrace. It seems he had made tea for her as the cup she was holding was of alien origin. The topic for today was also pot belly as he still had his other hand run over his belly.

I did not barge in this time. I wanted to see to extend he will go. Since it was the last house of the lane no one could see them on the terrace. I watched him as he outlined the shape of his belly with his hand. Innocent Neha was listening to all his fake problems intently and staring at his belly. God, this girl is so dumb.

I wanted to slap her and of course him. I was about to go there when Neha stretched her hand and touched his pot belly. He would have asked her to feel it. She was actually reluctant but he said something and she laughed. Her other hand was also on his belly.

She was pressing it. I had no clue what uncle Shrek was telling her. But it seemed to work for him. A young girl had her hands around his stomach. Ah! She must be telling him about different yoga styles that he could do to reduce belly fat. The old fart could not care less, all that he should do is hog less.

Before he could do anything more, I made a sound of door opening which caught him off guard. I walked in. Neha was laughing and telling me to look at his pot belly. I did not smile. He wants to do yoga to reduce the fat. I stared at him. He felt uncomfortable and asked me if I needed tea.

I said No. He took the glass from Neha and immediately rushed off. After he left, Neha imitated Uncle’s looks by keeping a pillow inside her t-shirt. I told her if she was not careful, she won’t need a pillow to imitate him. She did not even understand the point.