Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

"I'm Cumming…"

Latha cried out in a stressed tone as she reached the end of her pleasure ride.

But Das did not have the idea of stopping in the middle of the joy pumping. While she is hanging in a slanted position from his neck, Das continued to pound her ass.

In the next minutes, transparent, sticky liquid oozed out like a leakage from pressured pipe.

Even though she already reached her climax several times and sprayed a lot of liquid all over his body, Das did not shift his angle.

The movement of the top sheath of his little brother is sending great stimulation to his nerves, craving for more pumping and stimulation.

"Ahha… Aha…Ahhh… Das… Ahhh… Mmm… Mhmmm… put me… down."

Latha cried out in a muffled tone while holding her hands tightly around his neck.

Das, who is holding her two round pods of her ass, while pulling her ass against his rod, finally gave small break after hearing her pleading sounds.

He placed her on the currency bed and kissed her for a long time before moving on to her sensitive nipples, raised up on the firm hills. While sucking and massaging one boob… Das triggered other side nipples like he is playing with a machine gun trigger.

Latha pressed his head hardly against her chest as she is losing her mind because of pleasure. After playing with her nodes for a long time, Das stepped on the bed and knelled before her little sister.

He teased her cave entrance by rubbing on the top before inserting his torpedo into the launch socket which is still dripping as the heavy amount of sticky saliva secreted from that cave.

While pinching her nodes with both hands… Das started hitting action with a loud thumping sound. Ira lifted her hands above her head and tightly gripped edge of currency bed in which the money stacks were placed tightly together.

"Ahha… Thump… Aha… Aha… Mmm…" the moaning sounds filled the entire treasury resonating with the golden statues and jade figures inside the treasury.

The currency bed started moving rhythmically along with their body movement. Few bank notes began to lose out as the stacks began fell on the side lines, as the frequency of Das hitting is increasing minute by minute.

At one point of time, the currency notes started flying in the air, covering the naked bodies. A smile hung on Latha's face as she stared at Latha who is playing with the money while staring at him affectionately.

"Hahaha… Das… do it more… Mmm… yes… yes… Ahhh… Ahhh…"

While holding the currency notes tightly in between her fists, Latha cried for more drilling.

You seem to enjoy it a lot. Let me give you a good time. Das said as he tuned her body up side and down. He grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer to his waist.

After teasing, outer concave walls closing the cave and running her sticky clitoris, Das stretched her hole wide with fingers and inserted his little brother deep inside her rosy wet cave.

"Mmm…" She made a soft hum as the rod filled her entire cave from behind. She felt it all new. While she is bending like a dog, Das pushed his bulged rod inside her, while holding slender waist.

He started slowly by hitting her one at time, building the momentum for the climax. Feeling the warmth around his raised pole, Das increased the hitting while holding her waits tightly.

"Mmm… mmm… mmm…" Latha tried to stop the loud moaning by closing her moth with one of her palms. But every time, Das hit her ass, the muffled noise continued to leak from her throat.

"Ahhhmm…~!"

She screamed with pleasure as hit her ass hardly with his palm, making a loud noise.

"Ahhh~!"

She screamed again and again as Das hit her ass while pounding her cave like a bull dozer.

Both of them were sweating heavily while enjoying the pleasureful sensation.

Latha's mounded were flipping up and down with the thrusting moment of Das.

"Ahh… ah… aha… Das, slow down…" Latha cried out in a broken voice as she reached the climax the sixth time.

"Don't hold back…" Das said with a sly smile while he increased the pace to reach the climax along with her.

"Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh… Mmmm…. Mmm… Mmm…"

Both of their moaning's synchronised, the rapid breathing of Das touched her back, indicating his intent.

At first she spilled the liquid all over the currency notes and Das who pulled out his rod at the time of her climax, spilled the sticky syrup all over her back.

She fell to her side with exhaustion and Das fell beside. Laughter echoed in the room as they stared at each other while laughing wildly.

"Das… ha… huhh… (Panting)… You are a horse. Big horse." She said while clutching her chest.

Das chuckled after hearing her remark and handed over few currency notes for her after pulling out a stack of notes.

"Hey, it's money. Not a tissue." Latha said in a surprised tone after seeing Das, handing over the currency notes to clean up.

"There are no other things here to clean up. Don't worry. Money is the least of my worries now. Do it faster. We are making a lot of noise here." Das said as he cleaned his little brother with a currency note.

After seeing his action, Latha also did the same, wasting few more grands (thousands) in the reserve.

By the way, how do feel about me? Did I perform well? Latha asked in a doubtful as this is all new experience to her. With her extrovert character she couldn't keep herself from asking.

"Don't worry. You are doing a lot better. Except I need to guide you in using your mouth." Das said with a mischievous smile after hearing her question.

"What mouth…?!" Latha asked with a confused look.

"You will know next time…" Das said with a playful wink as he pulled up his pants.

After hugging and kissing each other for a while, they went in different paths with a smile hidden in the depths of their hearts.

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President Hall...

The room was nondescript from the outside, indistinguishable from any other in the sprawling governmental complex.

However, its significance was immense, and the atmosphere inside bore testament to the gravity of the matters that were usually discussed within.

The walls were thick, ensuring soundproofing and protection against potential eavesdroppers. The lights above cast a dim, almost solemn glow, creating deep shadows that seemed to harbor secrets of their own.

At the centre stood a large, polished mahogany table, surrounded by plush leather chairs that seemed oddly juxtaposing against the gravity of the situation.

In one of these chairs, the President sat, his normally calm demeanour now replaced with an expression of intense concern. The weight of the nation rested heavily upon his shoulders.
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Seated around the table were the nation's top defence security members. Each wore a stern face, their badges of service evident. They were the unseen pillars that kept the country's defence mechanisms running seamlessly. But today, their faces reflected a shared apprehension.

In the room's hush, the ticking of a wall clock was unusually pronounced, marking the passing seconds that felt like hours.

"Mr. President," started the head of the security council, "we never thought the day would come when we'd have to discuss the hidden family in such circumstances."

The President nodded slowly. "The hidden family" was a term that was known only to the highest echelons of the nation's leadership. This covert clan had been puppeteering major events from the shadows for centuries, their existence a top-tier secret. For them to interfere directly was unprecedented and alarming.

The defence chief chimed in, "Their recent maneuvers suggest aggressive intent. Our intelligence suggests a massive buildup of resources. It's clear they're preparing for war."

The room was filled with worried murmurs. All the data pointed towards an imminent conflict that the nation was unprepared for.

"Has there been any direct communication?" the President questioned.

"None," replied the chief of intelligence. "But their actions speak volumes. They're making moves in sectors we never thought they would venture into."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, broken only by the soft scribbling of a secretary taking notes.

"We need to find a way to de-escalate," the President finally said. "Every war has a prelude of discussions. We need to meet them."

A ripple of shock spread through the room. Meeting the heads of the hidden family was unheard of. They were ghosts, figures of legend, and to propose a face-to-face meeting was audacious.

"Mr. President, with all due respect, we don't even know if they'd agree. And even if they do, it could be a trap," cautioned the defence chief.

The President leaned forward, locking eyes with each member present. "We need to take that chance. If there's even a sliver of hope for peace, we must pursue it. Wars are easy to start but hard to end. And if the hidden family is making its presence known now, it's for a reason. We need to hear them out."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Arrange the meeting. Use all the channels and backdoors you know. Let them understand that we wish for dialogue, not destruction."

There was a quiet determination in the President's eyes. The room felt the gravity of the decision, understanding that the fate of the nation, if not the world, rested on this clandestine meeting.

The defence security members nodded in agreement, and the room buzzed into action. The wheels of diplomacy began to turn, and the course of history was poised to change.

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