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My name is Rajesh, 29. This happened 2 months ago. I was married in March 2025. My wife’s name is Sirisha, 25. For our honeymoon, we went to Kerala.

It’s a 10-day package. And we got picked up at Kochi railway station. The driver is not the driver; he is the owner’s son. Due to peak season, he himself got to work. So he will be there with us till the last day. So he took us to the hotel, and day 1 is all in Kochi.

As I have car sickness, I always sit in the back seat, and my wife is in the front passenger seat. He took a few places, and all while I was away to get the tickets or something, I used to observe that he was talking to her and all. I didn’t bother. Because he is the owner, and it didn’t bother me.

So everything is good till day 6. By night, we reached Munnar, and I got checked in. For dinner, we went to a restaurant. There, we met another Telugu couple, and we talked and discussed the itinerary. They said that the next day, both of us had the same plan. And we had dinner and turned back to the room.

When I woke, I was not feeling well.  I said to my wife that I can’t travel. She said, “Let’s cancel today’s plan, and we will stay in the hotel.” I thought, ok and headed to breakfast.

Then, that couple reached us and said their driver still hadn’t shown up, and there was a car breakdown. “Can we travel with you today?” My wife said we cancelled today’s plan because of my health. I said they can go in our car. I said, “Sirisha, why don’t you go with them? I will take a rest.”

Initially, she hesitated, but as I forced her, she agreed, and the 3 left in our car. The driver said he would charge for those couple and they agreed to it. I was resting. Basically, they should come back by 3:30 or 4:00, but it’s 7 pm, and they still haven’t returned.

I tried calling, but the call was not connecting. I was worried and headed to reception, where I saw the couple going to a restaurant. They saw me, came to me, and handed me 1000 rupees for the car. I asked them to give it to the driver themselves.

Then they said that after reaching the location, their car driver reached there and they left for the viewpoint. Then I was worried, and then the car came. My wife stepped out and saw me. I asked her why she was late. She said she would explain and went to the cottage.

I followed her and asked. Then she said, “You remember the first night, you said about your fantasy. Let’s make it happen.” My fantasy was a threesome. Then I was like, “Are you serious?” She said yes.

But who’s the third person? That too, we are not in Andhra, how can we manage? She said she found one, and this will happen only on this kind of trip. At home, we can’t do this right. I asked who that guy was.

Shirisha’s POV:

She said, “Before leaving today, the driver used our washroom. He knocked on the door. I thought it was you and said it’s open. He came in, but I was topless. He saw me, and he walked into the washroom, and by the time he returned, I was waiting outside. Then we started to travel.”

In this journey, he used to rub my thighs while changing gears. But when he did that today, I felt different. Then I told him, “I can’t go to the viewpoint, let’s head back to the hotel.” On the return journey, he took me to a cottage behind the petrol bunk and said I could use the washroom.

I went in, and when I was done, he told me to sit on the bed. He is sitting next to me. He said he liked me. They spent a few times here and then headed back. Then I said nothing; I don’t know what he understood from my silence.

He started kissing me, and I didn’t resist, but I too started to kiss him. Initially, it was just a smooch, but eventually it turned into a wild kiss. He lay on the bed and pulled me onto him. And we continued kissing. He was sucking my tongue while kissing.

Not even my husband kissed me or my ex-boyfriend. Then he slowly placed his hand on my left boob and started pressing it while kissing. I slid my hand under his shirt and tickled his nipples.

He then switched the positions. Now I am in bed, he was on me. He looked straight into my eyes, and he was removing my top. I cooperated with him to remove my top and bra. He pinched my nipples and started sucking them.

And then he slid down and sniffed against my pussy. I already made a wet spot as I don’t wear pants unless I’m on my period. He slowly pulled down my leggings, and I hid my pussy with my hands. He moved away my hands and sniffed against. I was feeling shy because it’s hairy.

Then he used his fingers to spread my pussy, and he used his tongue to pleasure me against the clit. The feeling I experienced while he was doing that was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He was doing with his tongue, and he slowly inserted one of his fingers into my pussy. Then 2 fingers.

I was feeling like heaven. I pushed his head deeper against my pussy. He came up and kissed me again. My hand is on his stomach. I wanted to reach below, but I hesitated. He himself removed his trousers, and he took my hand and placed it on his dick.

It’s bigger than my husband’s. 7.5 inches and thick enough to rip my pussy. While I held it in my hands, I was scared but wanted to take a risk. I slowly kept stroking it while kissing.

He moved away from me and lay down. For a second, I was thinking what had happened, then he held my head and pushed me down. I understood what I wanted. I never gave a blowjob to anyone. My husband never asked or insisted.

But I don’t know why I went down and took it in my mouth. It’s full. While blowing him, he held my head and pushed deeper. At one point, I felt like choking. But felt good. He got up and he got into missionary position.

He was checking his wallet for a condom, but I refused. I said I need it raw. He started to enter my pussy, but it’s too much for me. He was pushing hard and hard, and I had tears in my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me, and he tried again. And slowly, slowly, inch by inch, it went in.

Once it entered, he was so good at strokes. I can feel it all, my inner walls can. Then he changed his position to doggy position. Doggy gave me the best experience. Though it’s a little hurt, it gave me the best pleasure. And we fucked nearly 25 minutes apart from foreplay, and he cum inside me.

It’s so warm. We lay for 10 minutes, and he started again. We thought of returning by 4, but I couldn’t, and he couldn’t. That’s why we are late, and he is so good in bed, let’s invite him. And your fantasy is going to be filled. I said ok and she called him, and he walked in.

And that night we started 3some. He is too good; his foreplay is almost 20 minutes. During foreplay, all I could do was watch them. And while she is sucking him, I started to drill her pussy. And I cum for a few strokes, and then he started drilling her, and she took mine in her mouth.

Most of the time, she sucked mine. And his is in pussy. He cum 3 times and we slept. Morning, by the time I woke, they were both in the shower, and I walked in. She got on her knees and sucked both dicks at the same time.

I never saw my wife in such an avatar. And after the shower, I went to get food, and they were in bed. That night, he said double penetration. Alternatively, we changed ass and pussy.

Then on the 9th day, we head back to Kochi, but this time I was driving and they both were in the back seat. She wore a knee-length dress, and he was in a lungi, each masturbating the other and moaning. I am unable to drive, but after reaching there, we checked in.

Then that night, we did it again. But I was not that good compared to him, that’s why she is sucking mine. And he is fucking her, and I slept on the couch. The next day evening 4 our train was scheduled.

That morning, my wife said he wanted to take her to his home, and she also wanted to go. And she went. I was in the hotel watching TV. By 2:30, they came back, and he took us to the railway station. I boarded the train and settled the luggage.

He was hugging and kissing her in front of everyone, and she came in. And waved goodbye to him. He said thank you to me. After that, I asked how the trip was. She said she’s going to remember this for life.

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The first thing Arjun felt was heat over the head of his cock. His eyes cracked open to the morning light leaking through half-shut windows. Sarika’s dark hair spilt across his hips. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, and her fingers massaged his balls simultaneously.

As she gagged on his cock, he felt a shiver of pleasure pass down his spine. “Fuck Sarika,” he moaned. She didn’t bother; she blew him furiously. She then locked her eyes with his, her lips stretched, which just pushed him over the edge. He came with a loud groan, hips jerking, spilling hot cum into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, licking him clean, all without breaking eye contact. It was erotic as fuck. Then she crawled up his body, hugging him. “Morning, kiddo,” she murmured. “I thought you’d need the wake-up call,” she winked.

Arjun reached for her, eager to return the favour, but his phone rang on the nightstand— OFFICE. He answered it. “We’ve got a problem. Directors on the board called an emergency board meeting. Says you’re too young and immature to take over the company.”

Arjun sat up, snapping out of the post-orgasmic bliss. He informed Sarika about the situation. She came over and cupped his face.

“Listen to me. You know you’re capable of taking over. You have to prove it to them. But no sex till we get over this. Every time you want to make love to me, channel that energy into solving this problem.”

“You’re evil,” he groaned.
“Consider it Motivation. Now shower. You smell like me,” she teased.

Boardroom:

“Arjun, no offence, but you’re 21. You’ve never closed a deal without Sanjay holding your hand.”

Arjun reacted calmly. Sarika stood behind him, one hand on his shoulder.
“The Bay project. I’ll get the approvals for the project stuck for a year. If I do, I will take over as the chairman unanimously. If I don’t, I’ll resign from the board.” Sarika, turned on by his authority, dug her nails into Arjun’s shoulder.

Later in the elevator, she pressed him against the wall. “You were sexy in there, almost made me forget my rules,” she said, grinding her against him. He grabbed her ass, hard. “Keep teasing. It’s driving me.” She bit his ear. “And I thought you were just a spoiled kid.”

Arjun studies the project that night as Sarika teases him, driving him crazy.
The next day, they visit Rhea Malhotra, the municipal officer who blocked the approval of the project. She was stunning—dressed in a saree, hair in a severe bun, sharp eyes.

“Mr Kapoor, your project violates six zoning laws. Your dad tried to bribe me. I’m going to tell you what I told him. I’ll have you arrested.”

Arjun left fuming. Sarika was waiting in the car, legs crossed, skirt riding high.
“She’s a wall.”

“A gorgeous one, though, right? Don’t look surprised, I once visited her office with your dad.”

Sarika leaned over, lips brushing his ear. “Bet she’s wet just thinking about a man with authority. Her husband’s a loser, and her son’s struggling with his startup. You like strong women, you want her, don’t you? I knew it! Always up for a challenge,” she said.

“Shut up.” Just then, he got a devilish idea.

He found her weakness. Rhea’s son. Arjun met him in a cafe and slid a contract across the table. Made him sign a hostile takeover contract, covering it as an investment.

Rhea’s office, 6 PM. She sat back in her chair, the deep maroon edge of her saree slipping just enough to give a glimpse of the line of her collarbone.
Her fingers, long and deliberate, hovered over the contract, as if touching it might burn her.

“You went after my son. You think that’s clever, don’t you?”

Arjun didn’t flinch; her tone sent a ripple through him like a challenge he hadn’t expected. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of her desk, closing the distance.

“It’s not about being clever, it’s about doing whatever it takes. Sign the contract, Rhea. Your son’s startup depends on it.”

Biting her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She got up and walked around the desk, stopping just close enough that he caught the smell of her perfume. “You think you can walk into my world and make me bend to your will, huh?”

Arjun’s throat tightened, but he held his ground, “I’m not my father. I don’t stop at anything to win.” His eyes observed the way she breathed. Rhea’s expression changed, a flicker of maybe amusement or respect. She took her pen and started signing the contract, but she paused, looking straight into his eyes.

Her lips parting, she leaned forward and said, “Boldness makes a man attractive.” Her fingers moved to a sleek business card on her desk. She slid it toward him, her fingers grazing his hand—a contact that sent a jolt through him. “For other matters, if you think you can handle me.”

Just as Arjun was leaving the room, he turned back, caught Rhea on her bare waist, and pulled her closer. He then starts kissing her lips and even bites her neck. Pinning her against the wall in her office, he stops kissing her and lifts her head by pulling her long hair down from behind.

“A strong woman like you has to be tamed and loved with passion. I love my soon-to-be wife, Sarika, but if she’s ever interested in a threesome. I’ll call you,” leaving Rhea on fire.

In the car, Sarika was waiting, skirt hiked to her hips and fingering herself.
“Tell me,” she demanded. “She signed,” he said. She moaned with her head thrown back and continuing to finger herself.

“God, you’re ruthless.” She grabbed his hair and pushed him down. “Eat me,” she begged. He did, her thighs clamping around his ears, her juices filling his mouth. He brought her to the edge twice and pulled back. “Not yet,” he reminded. She whimpered and punched his shoulder in frustration.

The boardroom. Later that evening, Arjun walked into the boardroom like he owned the room and slid the approval papers across the table. He looked at each director. “Anyone still doubt me? Everyone leave. Meeting adjourned,” he ordered. They left. The door clicked shut, and Sarika locked it.

Before he could utter a word, she kissed him frantically with her fingers clawing through his hair with hunger. He lifted her onto the table, contracts and papers falling to the floor. Her legs locked around him. “You did it, you fucking earned this,” she whispered between kisses.

His hands, rough with all the pent-up energy, pushed her skirt up her thighs, tearing her panties aside. In one strong motion, he thrust deep into her, her gasp echoing in the empty room. “This company, this table. You. All are mine,” he declared with passion.

“Yes. Yours. Always,” she panted with her nails digging into his back. He then picked her up in one fluid motion off the table and placed her near the glass wall overlooking the city. He pressed her against the wall while thrusting with everything he had “Have you ever been fucked like this?” he growled.

“No, don’t stop,” she said. When her climax finally hit, she dug her teeth into his shoulder to stifle a cry, her body trembling against him. He followed moments later, releasing deep inside her. Afterwards, her skin glistened with the aftermath.

She caught her breath, and a sly smile curved her lips. “So, Chairman,” she teased, “What’s next on our agenda?”

“You tell me,” he said.

“What do you think Rhea’s doing right now?” she asked.

Part 3 is in the works. Let me know in the comments what you think about this story and any suggestions for part 3.

“But Maa!” I protested. “You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I’m serious, beta,” Maa replied calmly, folding a saree. “It’ll be good for you.”

“The whole summer?! Why can’t I stay here in Bhopal with my friends? It’s not like you’re going anywhere. Why am I being punished?”

Maa sighed, shaking her head. “Oh, Ananya, stop being so dramatic. You’re not being punished. I thought you’d be excited to spend time at Dadi’s haveli. You haven’t seen her in years. She won’t be around forever, you know. You’ll regret not spending time with her later.”

“But Maa… all alone in that old haveli in Shivpuri? She doesn’t even have Wi-Fi! I won’t be able to use my phone or laptop! How will I post on Instagram? It’s not fair! Why can’t she come here?”

Maa dropped the laundry basket, strode over, and gripped my chin firmly.

“That’s enough, young lady. You’re 19 now, but not too old for a good scolding. You’re going to Dadi’s tomorrow, and you’re going to enjoy it. One more word, and I’ll take your phone, laptop, and tablet until you’re 21. Understood?”

There was no point in arguing. Maa’s threat was real—she’d confiscate my gadgets in a heartbeat. She was that strict. Once she drew a line, I knew better than to cross it. I’d have to make the best of it. But… the whole summer? Ugh!

The next morning, Maa loaded my suitcase into our Maruti Swift. She’d packed it herself, saying I’d only take “useless city clothes” unsuitable for village life. “I grew up in Shivpuri,” she said. “You’re too pampered to know what’s best.”

After a dusty six-hour drive, we reached Dadi’s haveli. What a mess! The old stone walls were crumbling, and stray goats wandered the courtyard. The air smelled of cow dung and monsoon earth. It was swelteringly hot—no AC, just creaky ceiling fans. How did Dadi live here alone?

As Maa chatted with Dadi on the veranda, I scanned the surroundings: endless fields of wheat and mustard, dotted with banyan trees. The nearest town, Shivpuri, was 5 km away—a sleepy place with a chai stall, a kirana store, a temple, and a tractor repair shop. No malls, no cafes. Great.

My thoughts were interrupted by Dadi’s voice. “There’s my little Kajal! Oh, isn’t she adorable?”

“Dadi, I’m Ananya, not Kajal,” I corrected.

“Nonsense! I’d know my 7-year-old granddaughter anywhere! Come hug your Dadi!”

“Dadi, I’m 19, in college! I’m not Kajal. What’s wrong with you?” I caught Maa’s glare and stopped, submitting to Dadi’s bone-crushing hug. For an old lady, she was strong.

We sat on the veranda, sipping nimbu pani, as Maa updated Dadi on family news. Dadi kept calling me Kajal, talking to me like I was a kid. When she went inside, I pleaded, “Maa, she’s confused! She thinks I’m 7! You can’t leave me with her. She needs a care home, not a haveli!”

“She’s a bit forgetful, sure,” Maa said. “But she manages fine. The neighbors love her. You’re not in danger. And don’t think you can wiggle out of this.”
Soon, Maa drove off, leaving me with Dadi. I helped in the kitchen. A surprised Dadi thought a “7-year-old” could cook.

Her haveli was a dust trap—cobwebs everywhere. If I were stuck here for three months, I’d at least clean it up. No TV, no Wi-Fi, just chores. That night, the heat was unbearable. No breeze, just sticky humidity. I slept in a kurti, tossing the bedsheet aside, still sweating buckets.

Over the next few days, I learned to feed the goats, clean the cowshed, and tidy the haveli. Maa had packed heavy salwar kameezes and jeans—useless in this heat. I clung to my two cotton kurtis and one pair of shorts. The work was exhausting, but it helped me sleep despite the heat.

One morning, Dadi noticed my fatigue. “Kajal, beta, skip the chores today. Go cool off at the river. It’s going to be a scorcher.” I didn’t argue. She said the river was a long walk down a dirt path. I wasn’t keen on swimming in murky water—snakes, ew!

But exploring sounded better than chores. I set off across the fields, through mango groves, following the path. After what felt like forever, I heard voices—teenagers! My mood lifted. Maybe they had Wi-Fi or games! I followed the laughter, creeping through the trees, cautious of strangers.

Peering over a bush, my heart stopped. Five teenage boys, completely naked, were splashing in the river! I’d never seen a guy naked before. My pulse raced, and a tingle spread between my legs—familiar from private moments alone, but stronger.

I watched, silent, hoping they’d come closer to shore. One boy ran out to grab a cricket ball, his bare butt in view. Then, as he turned, I saw everything. Over the next few minutes, I saw all five—each different, fascinating. I was too scared to move, terrified they’d spot me.

This was better than Netflix, but if they saw me, I’d die! Eventually, they dressed and vanished into the woods. I waited, then hurried back to the path, my mind replaying what I’d seen. That night, bathing in the tin bucket, I was still buzzing. I wore just a kurti and chaddi, feeling naughty.

Dadi didn’t comment—probably thought it was normal for a “7-year-old.”
I couldn’t sleep, too wired. The next morning, still in my kurti and chaddi, I went to breakfast, savouring the thrill. Dadi asked me to check the hen coop for eggs. Without thinking, I went outside.

I was holding eggs in my rolled-up kurti, chaddi fully exposed. The rush was unreal—someone could see me! I lingered near the shed, heart pounding, then returned.

“Did you find eggs, Kajal?” Dadi asked.

“Yes, five,” I said, showing her. She grinned, like she knew something, but said nothing.

At breakfast, I was actually happy. Dadi repeated stories, but I didn’t mind. After, she said, “Kajal, I’m washing clothes in the courtyard. Give me that kurti—it’s filthy.”

“Dadi, I’m not wearing anything underneath!”

“Arre, 7-year-olds don’t need bras. Hand it over.”

She yanked off my kurti, leaving me in just a chaddi, and went outside to the handpump. I stood at the sink, covering myself, then started washing dishes. Glancing out, I saw Dadi pumping water into a tub. So much work! She needed a washing machine, but money was tight.

I forgot my embarrassment, even feeling a bit aroused. I cleaned the haveli, dusting and sweeping, aware of my near-nakedness. My mother would kill me! Then Dadi called, “Kajal, come here!”

I walked into the front room and froze—two women stood there, one in her thirties, the other older. “DADI!” I squealed, covering myself. Dadi pulled me forward. “This is my granddaughter, Kajal. She’s here for the summer. Isn’t she cute?”

The woman smiled knowingly, eyeing me. I was mortified. The younger one extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Kajal. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Um, I’m Ananya,” I mumbled.

“But she loves being called Kajal, right, beta?” Dadi said.

“Yes, ma’am,” I sighed, shaking her hand, exposing myself. What had I gotten into?

The younger woman smiled, holding my hand. “Nice to meet you, Kajal. I’m Sunita Sharma. I’ve known your Dadi forever. So sweet you’re keeping her company.”

Her eyes kept scanning me, making me squirm. She chatted about Dadi’s kindness, holding my hand too long.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun,” the older woman said, offering her hand. “I’m Sunita’s neighbor, Rekha ji. I run the kirana store in town. Come visit—my son Dev would love to meet you.”

Dadi gestured to the charpoy. The women sat, chatting about Shivpuri gossip—temple festivals, the new sarpanch. I wanted to escape their stares, but Dadi kept pulling me back. Their gazes lingered, followed by sly smiles, like they shared a secret. Was something up with Dadi or this town?

Rekha ji asked, “Do you like animals? Your Dadi has the gentlest buffalo, Motu. You should take him to graze.”

“I don’t know much about buffaloes,” I said nervously, feeling the breeze on my bare skin.

“Come on, Kajal, I’ll show you,” Rekha ji said, grabbing my hand. “Sunita, Ruth, we’ll be outside with Motu.”

Before I could protest, I was outside in just a chaddi! Rekha ji led me to the shed where a black buffalo stood, swatting flies. “Meet Motu.”

“He’s huge,” I said, nervous, my nipples tingling in the open air. I worried that river boys might appear.

“He’s gentle,” Rekha ji said. “Dadi’s had him forever. She named him Motu because he was as chubby as a calf. Kids love him. Nothing to fear.” She showed me how to tie a rope around his neck. After a few tries, I got it. She insisted I lead him around. “Don’t let go,” I panicked.

“He’s slow as a tractor,” she laughed. “Just walk him.” She handed me the rope, and I led Motu around the courtyard. The motion against my chaddi was distracting. I rocked my hips more than needed, feeling a rush. I stopped before it got too intense.

But Motu lowered his head to graze, pulling the rope from my hands. I couldn’t reach it! A loud thud—like a scooter backfiring—made me squeal, covering my chest. “Oh God, they’re here!” I thought, imagining the boys.

Rekha ji laughed. “What’s wrong, shy now?”

I saw Dadi and Sunita on a scooter. “We’re leaving, Rekha ji!” Sunita called.
Relieved, I relaxed. Rekha ji waved. “Have fun with Motu, kiddo!”

Motu kept grazing, wandering further from the haveli. I begged, “Come on, Motu, back to the shed!” He ignored me, munching away. I tried bribing, “I’ve got jaggery back home, boy!” No luck.

Then I heard a whistle from the fields ahead. I froze, thinking it was Dadi. But it came again—not from the haveli. I kicked Motu, desperate to turn him. Stupid move. He started walking toward the whistle!

“No, you dumb buffalo!” I yelled, covering myself with one hand, gripping the rope with the other. The whistle grew louder, mocking. Someone had to see me!
Motu entered a grove. I scanned frantically—no one. “Stop messing with me!” I shouted.

Then I laughed—a woodpecker on a branch whistled again. Just a bird!
Relieved, I led Motu back to the haveli. Dadi called, “Fun walk, beta?”

“Thrilling,” I said, trying to sound calm.

That night, I couldn’t stop replaying the day—topless outside, seen by strangers! My hand wandered, and I had the most intense climax ever. I imagined being caught by those boys, fear and thrill mixing. I fell asleep, hand still there.

Morning came with Dadi’s call. “Kajal! Breakfast at 7!”

I smiled, noticing my hand. I washed, wore my kurti and shorts, and joined Dadi. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I barely ate, listening to Dadi’s repeated stories, then did chores. By afternoon, I sat on the veranda, daydreaming about yesterday.

The heat was brutal—humid, sticky. I spotted Motu in the shed. Naughty thoughts crept in: riding him naked, like Rani Lakshmibai. Could I? The idea made me wet, but fear held me back. Dadi called me to wash bedsheets, killing my fantasy. Farm work was endless.

That night, I imagined riding Motu naked, hiding my clothes for extra thrill. I decided to try it—just a short ride, away from Dadi’s eyes. The next morning, my pulse raced. I hesitated, then asked, “Dadi, can I explore the farm? It’s huge, right?”

“It’s 1,000 acres, beta,” Dadi said. “Family land for generations.”

“Can I take Motu?”

“I was going to show you, but… I’ve got chores. Go alone. Take Motu.”

“Really? Thanks, Dadi!”

I roped Motu, heart pounding. Could I do it? I led him out, tingling with excitement. After 30 minutes, alone in the fields, I took off my kurti, draping it over my lap. The breeze on my bra was electric. I ditched the bra, riding topless, thrillingly exposed.

I debated my shorts. Tempting, but scary. Finally, I stopped, stripped off shorts and chaddi, and remounted. Naked! Me, shy Ananya, riding bare in public! It was awesome. But I wanted more—my fantasy of vulnerability.

At a banyan tree, I tossed my clothes onto a branch and rode off. The farther I went, the freer I felt—wild, horny, alive! I wandered through fields, lost in sensation, then stopped in a grove and started touching myself.

“Hello!” a voice called. I froze, hand between my legs. A girl my age stood nearby. “Nice day for a ride.”

I stared, mortified, yanking my hand away. She smiled. “Don’t be shy. I do that too—just not on a buffalo. I’m Divya, but call me Diya. You are?”

“Ananya,” I whispered.

“Oh, Kajal, Dadi’s granddaughter! Heard you’re here for the summer.”

“Why’d you call me Kajal?”

She giggled, ignoring me. “Do you always ride naked?”

“No,” I mumbled, blushing.

“You need sunscreen, or you’ll burn,” she said. “Come down, I’ve got some.”
I dismounted, and she rubbed lotion on my back, then my butt! I gasped but let her, too aroused to stop. When she moved to my chest, I pulled away. “I’ll do it.”

She kissed my breast playfully. “Mum was right—you’re cute!” She offered a Coke, and we sat on her blanket, chatting about boys and city life. She eyed me intensely, making me feel sexy, not creepy. I liked her. But I had to get back.

I stood, said goodbye, and turned—Motu was gone! Naked, far from my clothes, I was screwed.

Motu couldn’t have gone far. “Here, Motu!” I called, stepping into the field. Nothing. I searched groves, fields, yelling sweetly, then frantically. Had I tied him? My mind was on Diya catching me. Stupid!

I decided to grab my clothes. At the banyan tree—no clothes! “Where’s the damn tree?!” I screamed. I ran to other groves—no luck. Lost, naked, I panicked. “Where am I?”

I spotted a dirt path. Maybe the one to the river! I walked, heart racing, ready to hide if a scooter passed. After 30 minutes, nothing looked familiar. Laughter stopped me. The river? I crept through the bushes, peering over a hedge.

“There’s a naked girl!” a boy shouted. I ducked, heart pounding. Five naked boys stood in the river, looking my way. One was… erect! Fear gripped me.

“No way, you’re imagining,” another said.

“I saw her!” the first insisted, pointing at my hedge.

I couldn’t run—they’d chase me. Desperate, I stood, exposing my chest. “Don’t come closer! I see you!”

To my shock, they screamed, covered themselves, and ran, grabbing clothes, vanishing into the woods. Hilarious! They were ashamed I saw them! I found the path, confident now. But after 30 minutes, no haveli. I rounded a bend—and froze. Shivpuri’s main market! People, scooters, shops everywhere!

The market buzzed—chai stalls, sari shops, more crowded than I remembered. I stood naked, 20 feet from chaos, covering myself. A woman spotted me and waved. “Hey, Kajal!”

How did she know “Kajal”? Why didn’t she help? I hid in the bushes, confused. Was she calling the police? I had to leave. A scooter approached—I ducked. Another came from town. Too busy! It was evening—people leaving shops.

I couldn’t wait for dark; I’d never find my way. Then I saw Sunita Sharma leaving a bangle shop. “Sunita ji!” I yelled, waving. She spotted me, and I hid again.

“Kajal, what are you doing?”

“I… lost Motu. And my clothes. I ended up here.”

She grinned. “Lost your clothes, too, huh? Want a ride home?”

“Please!”

“My scooter’s around the corner. Come on.”

“I can’t walk like this!”

“You made it this far. No one will care.”

She pulled me onto the market street! Another girl waved. “Hey, Kajal, nice day!”

I was petrified, but people barely noticed. At her scooter, Sunita fumbled with the keys. I felt exposed, yet thrilled. She finally opened the door, and I jumped in. She drove silently, glancing at me with a smile.

At the haveli’s gate, she stopped. “Best walk from here.”

“Thanks,” I said, awkwardly climbing out. “See you,” she waved, speeding off.

Dadi was on the veranda, sewing. “Where’ve you been?”

“Long story. Motu…”

“Lost him, huh? And your clothes?”

“Sort of…”

She pointed behind me—Motu stood in the field, roped. “He came back hours ago. Interesting day, huh? Brush him down.”

I scolded Motu, then went to change. My suitcase was gone! I searched everywhere—the coop, the shed, under the haveli.

“Dadi, my suitcase’s missing!”

“What suitcase? You’ve worn that kurti and shorts daily.”

“My clothes were in it!”

“Young lady, you lost my buffalo, your clothes, and now a suitcase? If you can’t care for your things, that’s your problem. You came back naked, so it can’t bother you much.”

“COMPANY?!”

“You can’t have company! I’ve got nothing to wear!”

“Don’t worry, beta. I made you something. Clean up, fix your hair.”

Dadi vanished. Relieved, I bathed, brushing my tangled hair. Dadi looked fancy in a silk saree. “Special company,” I said.

“We’re going out for dinner,” she said. “They’re picking us up.”

“Thanks for the clothes, Dadi.”

She pulled out a straw jhatka with a red ribbon and marigolds. “Try it on.”

It was old-school, but I didn’t want to hurt her. “It’s lovely.”

She pinned it on. In the mirror, it suited me. “Some people are made for jhatkas,” she said.

“Now the rest of the clothes?”

“That’s it, beta. I worked all afternoon on it.”

A knock. “Come in!” Dadi yelled.

Sunita, Rekha ji, and a man entered, gawking. “This is Kajal,” Dadi said.
“I’m Ananya,” I snapped.

“Charles, meet my granddaughter,” Dadi said.

“Nice hat,” he said, staring.

“Maybe Kajal can stay,” Divya said. “I’ll keep her company.”

“No way! I want to show off my granddaughter. No one will mind a little girl underdressed.”

Rekha ji hesitated but gave in. We piled into their Bolero—me, naked except for the jhatka. Divya giggled. In town, I shivered, recalling my earlier walk. Something felt off—why did everyone call me Kajal?

We pulled into a bungalow’s driveway, cars everywhere. Party sounds split out. I was doomed.

Laughter and music poured from the bungalow. It was still light—summer evenings. No hiding.

“Come, Kajal, meet my friends,” Dadi said, grabbing my hand.

I brushed her off, stepping out, using the others for cover. Rekha ji whispered, “It’s okay. Everyone knows Dadi’s quirks. You’re safe.”

Easy for her! At the door, a woman in a lehenga greeted us. “So glad you came! Charles, Divya, looking nice!” She froze, seeing me. “Who’s this, Ruth?”

“My granddaughter, Kajal,” Dadi beamed, pushing me forward.

The woman, Anjali, forced a smile. “Adorable! Ruth brags about you.” Her unease was clear.

“Anjali teaches at the local school,” Dadi said. “Great at math.”

Anjali led me to the living room, packed with fancy-dressed guests. “Everyone, this is Ruth’s granddaughter, Kajal.”

Silence. All eyes on me. I nearly collapsed, legs shaking. Rekha ji looked apologetic.

“Fred,” Dadi said to an older man, “like Kajal’s jhatka? I made it.”

“Stylish,” he said awkwardly. “Matches her… eyes.”

Dadi introduced me to everyone. Their stares softened, accepting Dadi’s oddity.

“Dinner’s ready!” Anjali called. I lingered, letting adults go first. Maa would approve of my manners—she’d faint seeing me now! I smirked, imagining her shock.

In the dining room, I froze—two teenage boys at a small table! “Kajal,” Dadi said, pointing to the empty chair.

“Did you forget something?” one mocked.

“Mind your manners,” a man snapped—their dad.

I sat, avoiding their eyes, wet and nervous. They snickered, elbowing each other. Then I recognised one—the troublemaker from the river! I whispered, “Gotcha, twerp.”

He paled, knowing I’d seen him naked. I taunted, “Had fun swimming yesterday?”

Terror crossed their faces. I owned them! Leaning forward, I whispered, “Wonder what your mom would think about your river games.”

I teased, reaching for salt, letting my breasts sway. They stared, transfixed. I brushed one’s leg under the table, making him squirm. Grabbing peas from the main table, I bent over, knowing they saw everything.

Their eyes locked on my body. I wasn’t scared anymore—I was powerful. “Damn, it’s good to be a woman,” I thought, relishing the control.

Ab aage:-

Bhivani ki chut na jane kitni baar jhad chuki thi aur Avinash fir se chut mein lund daal kar chodne laga.

Bhivani ki kamuk awaaz aur tej hone lagi uske saath hi Avinash ki chudai ki speed bhi tej ho rahi thi. Avinash aur Bhivani dono ko khoob maza aa raha tha chudai mein kyu ki dono hi ek se badh kar ek the chudai mein.

Avinash to ek bhoot tha par Bhivani insan ho kar bhi sex mein haar nahi maan rahi thi. Woh lagatar Avinash ko apni chut aur gaand de rahi thi aur bade lund ka maza le rahi thi. Bhivani ghodi ban kar chut marwa kar bahut khush thi.

Bhivani apna chehara piche ki aur Avinash ko lipkiss karne lagi par woh ab jyada hil nahin rahi thi kyu ki Avinash ne usko aisa jakad rakha tha ki woh sirf chudwa sake baki hill bhi na sake.

Bhivani: Aah, main fir se jhadne wali hoon. I am cumming.

Bhivani jhad chuki thi aur Avinash bhi jhadne hi wala tha ki usne aur 10 shot lagaya chut mein aur apni malai ki pichkari chut mein maar di. Chut Avinash ke bhutiya gadhe sperm se bhar chuki thi.

Avinash lund fasa kar bistar par Bhivani ke saath chipak kar puchne laga ki kesa laga tumhe suhagraat.

Bhivani: Ab to rooj hi suhagraat hai meri.

Avinash ki najar baar baar Diksha par ja rahi thi aur woh Diksha ke boobs ko dekhne laga jo nind mein upar niche ho rahe the uske saanse lene se.

Bhivani: kya dekh rahe ho? Abhi bhi pyash nahin bhujhi kya aap ki?

Avinash: yaaaar tumhari ye bahan Diksha hai badi mast. Aaj isko sone nahi de sakta, iski chut fir se marne ka mauka kese jane du main.

Bhivani hansne lagi.

Bhivani: Chalo thik hai, aa jao uske paas.

Avinash uske paas let gaya aur uski gaand par haath ferne laga. Bhivani Avinash ke balo mein haath ferne lagi aur apne boobs ke nipple Avinash ke peeth se ragarne lagi.

Avinash dhire se Diksha ke boobs ko apne muh mein le leta hai aur chusne lagta hai. Fir wohi badbu jese ki koi plastic jal raha hai aur ye bechain kar deta hai Bhivani ko aur tab tak Diksha ki bhi nind tut chuki thi.

Bhivani uth kar room ki khidki kholti hai ki badbu kam ho jaye aur bahar se thandi aur khushboo dar sughand aati hai par ye badbu sirf room mein hi kyu thi. Kya iska koi lena dena tha Avinash se, kyu ki woh to ek bhoot tha.

Avinash fir Diksha ko apne lund par bitha kar uchalne laga Diksha usse chipak gayi. Avinash ne apna lund uski chut ke pure andar tak daal diya aur uske chutadon ko pakad kar usse uchal uchal kar chodne laga.

Diksha: Dheere se mere pati dev ji please, dard ho raha hai.

Avinash: Chudai bhi koi dhire hoti h kya? Main to maza lene ke liye chodta hu aur dheere nahi chodta. Dheere chudna hai to tumhe kisi aur se chudna padega.

Diksha: Zor hi chod do par kisi aur se nahi chudungi main bas aap ki hu aap jesa chaho karo.

Avinash: Mujhe to tujhe bibi banakar rakhna hai. Kutiya ki tarah chodunga tujhe aur teri bahan ko. Kitni garam maal ho tum dono tumhari maa bhi aisi hi garam maal hogi jarur.

2 minutes mein hi Diksha jhadne lagi. Diksha ki chut ka pani lund par chiknai paida kar rahi thi. Lund chut ki chudai se fach fach ki awaaz aane lagi.

Bhivani Diksha ke boobs ko dabane lagi aur bolne lagi ki bahan Diksha aaj se hum dono ka nasib mein ek hi lund hai aur ek hi bistar mein hum dono ki chudai hogi. Dekho hum dono aaj jitna chudi hai itna to kabhi nahi chudi thi. Aur Abhinash jesa pati badi kismat se mila hai hum dono bahanon ko.

Diksha: Ha Bhivani didi aaj se hum dono sirf Avinash ki hai aur inko khush karna hi hamara dharam hai. Hum dono ki chut mein sirf Inka musal lund hi jayga aur hum dono jindgi bhar ke liye Avinash ki dashi ban kar rahegi.

Bhivani: ek aurat tab hi aurat kahlati hai jab uska mard usko chod kar hila kar rakh de aur aaj dekho Avinash ji ne hum dono bahano ko kitna jyada khush kar diya hai chod chod kar.

Avinash bhi ab jhadne hi wala tha aur usne sara maal Diksha ki chut mein chod diya aur dono bed par let gaye aur Diksha ki chut mein se ab bhi Avinash ka maal tapak raha tha.

Bhivani jaldi se lund ki taraf aai aur lund ko muh mein le kar chus chus kar saaf ki.

Jab time dekhe to ghadi mein 4 bajne wale the. Diksha uth kar jane lagi to Avinash ne uske haathon ko pakad liya aur pucha ki kaha ja rahi ho?

Diksha: Main bathroom ja rahi hu mutne ab kya aap bhi chloge mere saath?

Avinash ne Diksha ko apni aur khich liya aur uske honthon ko chusne kar kaha ki maine tumse shadi ki hai sirf chudai ke liye nahi balki tumhe apna banaya hai. Tum meri ho to tumhara jism ke saath hi ye mut jise tum susu kahti ho woh bhi to mera hai.

Avinash Diksha ko bed ke kone par betha kar khud niche ghutnon mein beth gaya aur apna muh chut mein laga diya. Diksha ko bola ki mujhe pila to tumhara ye amrit jesa mut.

Diksha ek baar to Bhivani ki taraf dekhi fir usne dhire dhire Avinash ke muh mein susu karna suru kar diya. Avinash bhoot bhi ahista-ahista Diksha ke chut se susu pene laga aur wesa hi usne Bhivani ke sath bhi kiya.

Avinash fir se dono bahan ko ek ek round aur choda fir sab ek dusre se chipak kar sone lage. Aise hi puri raat dono bahanon ko ragar ke chodta hai. Dono bahan ki gajab ki chudai hoti hai.

Dusre din subhe dono bahan ki haalat patli ho chuki thi chut aur gaand suj chuki thi, dono bahan se khada tak nahi huwa jaa raha tha. Jyoti dono ke liye garam pani laai chut aur gaand ki sek karte rahe pure din aur fir raat ko wohi Avinash fir dono ko brahmi se chodne lagta hai.

Avinash dono ko kai dino tak khoob choda aisa mein kuch hafte paar ho jate hai ki pata hi nahi chalta hai ki Diksha aur Bhivani dono kab pregnant hojati hai.

Dono mil kar Avinash ko nahlati aur dono usko khoob pyar karti. Ek ki chudai khatm hoti to dusri ki suru ho jati aur aise hi dono ka pet ab nikalne laga tha.

Bhivani aur Diksha ki panty bra chori hone lage to kavi unke ghar par kuch nakhun to kabhi ajib ajib chiz milne lagi jo Bhivani aur Diksha ko samaj nahi aai. Ye log ne socha ki panty aur bra to jarur Avinash hi chori karta hoga.

Par aisa bhi ho sakta hai ki koi aur bhi ho jo ye sab karta ho. Par ek bhoot jis ghar par ho aur uski biwi se kon hi aisa kaam karega, aur ghar par aa kar panty aur bra churana to dur ki baat hai.

Itne dino mein Jyoti puri tarah se Avinash ke control mein aa chuki thi. Avinash aaj Jyoti ko le kar fir us pipal ke ped par chala gaya aur waha usko kiss karne laga par ek limit mein hi tha. Kiss se jayada kuch bhi nahi kar raha tha.

Avinash ne raat hone ka intezar kia aur jab andheri raat ho gai to waha aahat hone lagi, hawa chalne lagi aur ek hi baar mein barish suru ho gai.

Jyoti Avinash se chipak gai par ye Avinash nahi tha.

To ye tha kon?

Andhere aur barish mein Jyoti gili ho chuki thi uske kapde uske jism se chipak gaye the aur woh khud Avinash se. Par ye to koi aur hi tha jo Jyoti ko abhi bhi pata nahi tha aur woh Avinash hi soch kar uske hothon mein honth laga kar chusne lagi thi.

Jyoti ke andar sex ka toofan ban chuka tha aur woh pure mood mein thi aur beintehaa usko chum rahi thi.

Jyoti jiske saath sambandh bana rahi thi woh koi aur nahi balki bhoot log ka raja bhoot raaj tha. Bhoot raaj ko sirf kuwari ladki pasand hoti hai jo sundar ke saath seal pack ho, aur aaj Jyoti ko bhoot raaj ke paas la kar Avinash bas apni ek sewa kar raha tha bhoot raaj ke liye.

Bhoot raaj Jyoti ke honthon ko chusne laga aur ek jinda ladki ke saath sambandh banana suru kar chuka tha. Jyoti ke mithe honthon ko chuste huwe apni jeebh ko uske muh ke andar daal diya aur pure muh ko chatne laga aur Jyoti ki jeebh ko chusne laga.

Jyoti ki chut gili hone lagi kyu ki aaj tak usne kisi ko kiss nahi kia tha aur aaj pahli baar woh ek mard ke bahon mein thi aur apni honthon ko chuswa kar apne ko aurat bana dene ke karib le jane lagi thi.

Bhoot raaj Jyoti ke boobs mein haath laga diya aur Jyoti ki gardan ko chat raha tha,. Uske boobs par aaj pahli baar kisi ne haath lagaya tha aur ye ahsash Jyoti ko khoob pasand aaya aur jab uski boobs ko aur jor se dabane laga to ek halka dard uski muh se siskiyaan nikalne lagi.

Bhoot raaj se ab raha nahi gaya aur woh Jyoti ki tops ko utar diya aur ek jhatke mein uski bra bhi utar di. Jyoti ke khule boobs bhoot raaj ke samne the aur bina der kiye woh unhe dono haathon se dabaya aur fir apne muh mein le kar chusne laga.

Dono boobs ko badal badal kar chusne laga aur uske nipple ko jeebh se ragarne laga, daanton ke bich le kar halka katne lagta nipple aur Jyoti to puri tarah se swarg ka gota laga rahi thi usko itna acha pahle kabhi nahi laga jitna ki aaj apne boobs chuswa kar usko lag raha tha.

Bhoot raaj dono boobs ke bich jeebh se chatne laga aur dono boobs ke bich apna chehra ko daba deta aur Jyoti bhi bhoot raaj ke chehre ko apni boobs ke bich dabane lagi.

Bhoot raaj aur thora niche aaya aur usko nabhi dikhi jisme usne jeebh daal di aur kuch mantra bolne laga aur jese hi usne mantra bola Jyoti aisi ho gai ki usko hosh hote huwe bhi usko kuch pata nahi tha ki uske saath kya ho raha hai.

Jyoti ne bhoot raaj ka lund apne haathon mein le liya aur apni nabhi mein laga kar bhoot raaj ke aankhon mein dekhne lagi aur apni pent ko khol kar nangi ho gai.

Jyoti: aao bhoot raaj meri kuwari chut ko apne lund se khol kar mujhe aurat banao aur meri jawani ka bhog lagao.

Jyoti kya bol rahi thi usko kuch pata nahi tha aur na hi usko ab ye pata tha ki bhoot raaj matlab bhoot hai ye aur woh khud ko chodne ke liye bol rahi hai ek bhoot ko.

Bhoot raaj ne Jyoti ka kandha padka aur niche ghutnon mein betha kar uske muh ke andar apna lund daal diya aur uski muh chodan suru kar diya.

Bhoot raaj ke lund ko icecreams ke jese chusti Jyoti aur fir bhoot raaj Jyoti ki yoni dekh kar khush ho gaya.

Jyoti bilkul kuwari thi yoni mein halke ghungrale baal the. Yoni ki fank ek dusre se chipki huwi thi shayad aaj tak Jyoti ne ek ungli bhi nahi dali thi apni chut mein.

Bhoot raaj to itna khush tha Avinash se ki kya mast maal la kar diya hai Avinash aur apne baad usko hi bhoot log ka raja banane ki bol di.

Bhoot raaj yoni ki aur apna chehra kia aur yoni mein se halki pesab ki gandh bhoot raaj ke liye koi sahad ya amrit ki gandh thi. Bhoot raaj Jyoti ki yoni mein apni jeebh ferana laga aur uski yoni ka swad lena laga.

Jyoti bhi bhoot raaj ke saar ko pakad kar chut mein dabane lagi aur bhoot raaj apni ungliyon se chut ki fank ko khol kar dekhta hai kitni jyada chipki huwi thi woh aur usme Jyoti ka safed chut ka gadha maal laga huwa tha.

Jyoti jhadne lagi thi, bhoot raaj ne apni jeebh bahar ki aur dono fank ke bich rakh kar Jyoti ki malai ko apne jeebh par lekar chatne laga.

Bhoot raaj 15 minutes tak Jyoti ki chut chat-te raha aur fir Jyoti ki chut mein lund ghis kar shot lagane laga. Ek do shot mein to lund fisal kar bahar ho gaya aur fir thora andar gaya ki Jyoti chikh padi. Jyoti ki chut andar se itni jyada garam thi ki lund ko uski garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi.

Bhoot raaj ne bina ruke Jyoti ki chut ke andar apna lund daal diya aur usko chodne laga. Jyoti ki chudai khoob der tak chali aur bhoot raaj Jyoti ko ragar kar ek aurat to bana hi diya par uski aag Jyoti shant nahi kar pai.

Avinash Jyoti ko le kar wapas ghar aa jata hai aur Jyoti ki chudai woh khud bhi kar deta hai.

Jab ye baat Bhivani ko pata chali to woh naraj hoti hai ki Jyoti ko chodna hi tha to suhagraat mana lete aise chodne ki kya jarurat thi.

Jyoti se ab thora dur hi rahne laga Avinash aur ne hi usko Diksha aur Bhivani ki chut mil pa rahi thi kyu ki dono to pregnant thi.

Avinash apne pipal ke ped par chala gaya kyu ki jab tak bacha nahi hota uska yaha reh kar koi fayda nahi tha. Par ye fayda kisi aur ko ho gaya jesa hi Avinash yaha se jata hai.

Kisi aur ko pata chal gaya ki ab ghar par Avinash bhoot nahi hai aur woh khul kar apna kaam kar sakta hai jo bhi usko karna hai.

Akhir kon hai woh? Kon Avinash bhoot aur Bhivani ke upar najar rakh raha tha? Kya ye hi hai woh jo panty bra chori karta tha? Akhir ye sab kon aur kyu kar raha tha?

Sare sawal ke jawab ke liye aap next part padhna na bhule.

To be continued.

Writer – Neha Agarwal

If you love to be abused, used, degraded, and humiliated. Then this epic is for you, my lil whores.

“Just a greedy fucking bitch, can’t even wait till you get home.”

Sunil’s voice was a rumble, a throb against my slicked-up flesh that went right to my already sore cunt. Inside the car, the cold seats sent a chill down my bare back. His thick fingers dug into the softness of my hips, holding me down. He shoved his cock into me from behind, each thrust a rough, perfect beat.

“Yes! Fuck, yes! You greedy bitch, Daddy,” I whimper, words muddled as my face is crushed against the headrest. They are at a dark, abandoned service road, the only illumination the muted orange hue of a distant street lamp. “Fuck me harder. Make me feel you tomorrow.”

It had begun a little shy of three hours prior, in the climate-controlled, spotless sanctum of his private villa. I’d worn the tiny sundress that I knew would reach him. The one his own boyfriend, his son Rohan, had purchased for me. The door swung open, and he was standing there.

Sunil, in crumpled linen pants and a polo shirt, was the very picture of a successful, bored businessman. Starving and dark eyebrows glared at me from top to bottom, sandals to sun blonde hair, and that was the moment when his stern father mask folded.

“Lavanya, Rohan said, perhaps you’d come to retrieve his notes,” he stated in a matter-of-fact way, but his eyes were anything but.

“He was,” I told him, slipping in without an invitation, running my hip along his as I did. The doorway was marble and chill. “Though maybe we can speak of something else.”

He accompanied me into the vast, vacant living room. “Oh? And what is that?”

I put my handbag down on the ground without taking my eyes off him. “I screwed your son in his auto this afternoon. Your little man was not up to getting me wet. Your thoughts have been dominating me throughout the day, Sunil. Your prick.”

He: “A dirty little creature, aren’t you?”

Me: “For you? Always.”

That was an invitation enough. In a single movement, he held my wrist with his hard palm, whereas my palm was soft. He pinned me face-first against the back of a massive leather sofa, the scent of heavy polish in my nostrils.

“What do you deserve, you little randi?” he panted in my ear, his face in my ear as he pulled my dress up my waist with his other hand. He felt my raw skin as I wasn’t naked.

“Anything,” I breathed, already rubbing my ass against him. “I deserve anything that you’ve got to offer me.”

His hand came down hard against my right ass cheek, the sound a great crack in the silent room. A hot, lively burn spread against my flesh. I yelped, but a yell of pure necessity.

You deserve to be used,” he snarled, slapping my other cheek, then wiping the burn away with his rough hand. “You’re nothing but a slit that I can stick my prick in. My son’s stupid little cum-dog.”

I heard him spitting on his hand, then he was rubbing his thick & hard dick against my slippery cunt. “This is what you came for? You want this old prick after your boyfriends?”

“Yes, Daddy, please,” I coaxed, the guilt causing goosebumps along the full length of my body. “I require it. I’ve been a sex-starved nympho for you.”

He hadn’t violated me. Not yet. He was just teasing, the head of his cock stroking against my clit, moving along my dampness, driving me nuts. “Ask nice, you mother fucker.”

“Please, Sunil! Please fuck my tight cunt with your big cock!” I shouted into the leather.

He repaid me by banging into me with a single harsh, perfect thrust. I saw stars. He was so much thicker, so much harder than Rohan. He stretched me full to overflowing in a way that was almost painful, a deep, stretching, amazing fullness.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You and your pussy belong to me; I own it. Do you understand? You come to me when I want you. You take my cum.”

“It’s yours! It’s all yours!”. I can feel him completely, while he was fucking me, on one side, I was in ecstasy, and the room was filled with the sound of his balls hitting my pussy, along with the wet sound.

I loved the way he treated me, he stopped fucking and told –

“Open your mouth, my swine, nasty slut.”

I looked up at him, at his red face and his magnificent cock, shiny with my fluids. I opened wide. With every thrust, his cock was touching the depth of my throat; he was face fucking me as hard as he could; he was using me like a submissive slave.

I couldn’t bear it, but I was enjoying it. I wanted to see how far he could go. His dominance and rude behaviour were making me surrender to him. I felt powerless.

You’re gonna swallow every Drop,” he said to him, his voice tense. “You’re gonna have my cum in you during the day, hear me? You do not clean up. You leave this place with my payload dribbling between your legs.”.

A hot torrent of salt was poured down the back of my throat. Convulsively, I swallowed and swallowed again until I was drained. I was a winner. A champion.

That was not enough. The return journey back home, remembering his cum dripping out of me, was painful. I called him.

“Daddy… I’m not happy, Daddy, I’m not satisfied, I need you.”

His SUV arrived next to me a full ten minutes later. Before he could park it, I hopped in.

That was why I was here, huddled in the back seat of his car, on the side of the road, sucking his dick like that was my only purpose for living.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he snarled, his pace getting desperate, feral. “You enjoy sitting here as my roadside randi?”

“Yeah! I love it! I fucking love your dick!” I yelped, my own release tearing me apart, so fierce that it blinded me. My internal muscles were gripping him, pumping him, wanting him to come.

He treated me to a final long grind, bedding himself to the bone, and I was caught up in the hot throbbing of his second orgasm. He dropped across my back, his weight pinning me to the seat, both of us panting and slick with sweat.

He receded, and a stream of both our fluids leaked on the upholstery. I did not budge. I just sat there, used and whole.

At home, I was sitting on my bunk, taking the small pill. I stared at myself in the mirror, at the patch of red on my ass, at my messy hair and triumphant look on my face.

Rohan’s sweet, innocent girlfriend.

I smiled. His daddy’s dirty little bitch.

Sunil’s phone was vibrating against the counter next to me. A new message.

You left your panties, you nympho. Get them. Tomorrow. Sunil’s glass door was ajar a fraction, just as he’d said he’d leave it. My heart beat against my ribcage, a lobster-pot clamour under my simple silk blouse.

“The numbers in the report for Q3 are not sustainable, Mahesh,” his voice growled, smooth and authoritative, into the speakerphone perched on his desk. “I’m not concerned with swings in the market. You have a new approach on my desk by EOD.”

I slipped in, the thick carpet muting my footfalls. The smell was that of a costly scent and power. I knelt to the floor behind his imposing teak desk, a spot more comfortable to me than any lecture theatre seat. My fingers shook as I freed his buckle, the clinking sound of metal against metal too harsh for my ears.

He did not move. I unzipped his pants and released his cock. Already semi-hard, he was thick and heavy within my hand. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled him into my face, my lips stretching around his bulk, my tongue unrolling along his shaft.

Sunil paused on a breath for a bare half-second. “And if the logistics crew can’t handle the throughput, then bring me a crew that can.” His voice was still firm, but I saw the minute tremble in his legs. I worked him harder, gagging a little as his cock head hit the back of my throat.

I drained my cheeks, pulling harder, my hand coming up to complement what my mouth couldn’t take in. “That’s it, Daddy. Talk your business while your little randi gags on your dick.”

I moaned around him. He shifted his weight, and his hand rested on my head. Not guiding me. Just claiming me. Possessing me.

“This is approved. See that it is done,” as he disconnected the call. The hand pressed against the top of my head, the lust in his eyes and desire.

“You dirty little cunt,” he snarled, his voice harsh now, stripped of its business finish. “Licking my dick while I’m putting together a fucking merger.”

“You simply can’t wait, Daddy,” I panted, my lips glistening with my own saliva. “I had to have your flavour.”

He saw deep in my eyes. I didn’t expect what’s supposed to come, he face fucked me, jerking his waist, ramming himself to the back of my throat. I coughed, I gagged, tears filled up in my eyes, but I took it. I took all of him.

You’ll swallow every single drop, greedy bitch,” he breathed, his strokes becoming irregular. “You are my fucking cum-dog.”.

The harsh words precipitated a new surge of heat across my core. I felt him swell, his abdominal muscles tensing. On a final, long push, he came, hot explosions of cum striking the back of my tongue. I gulped spasmodically, missing not a solitary drop, and milked his prick with my lips until he was soft.

I took a step back, panting for breath, cum beading on my chin. I gazed upward at him with a depraved notion building in my mind. “Thanks, Daddy,” I breathed. “What would be perfect?”

He put his softening dick back in his pants. While adjusting, he saw me with a puzzled look.

“I want to be your randi. Seriously,” I said to him, the fantasy dripping from me. “I want you to take me somewhere… rough. Somewhere dirty. I want to be fucked by big, rough lorry men.

I want them to treat me like the cheap slut that I am to you. Want you to watch. Want you to tape it.”

Sunil’s grin was dark and direct. “Tumkur Road. Tuesday night.”

I knew I wanted this, but somewhere, a small fear mixed with excitement was there as we approached the truck stop, which was deafening. We parked the SUV in the darkness at the opposite side of the lot. He came back after having talked to a group of truckers, with two men in tow.

There was a middle-aged man, roughly fifty, with a shaved head and a thick, muscular build protruding behind a dirty vest. The other was younger, my age, a thin stud with envious eyes and swaggering stride. They saw me top to bottom, literally scanning me.

“Saab, you weren’t kidding. She is a top-quality piece,” stated the younger one.

Sunil had just opened the back door of the SUV. “She’s yours. One hour. Condoms. And remember, I’m recording,” saying so, he took his phone.

The older man got in action 1st, he lifted me, holding my hips onto the leather seat. “Show me this rich pink cunt, girl.”

He just asked me one question, “Do you have a spare dress?”

Me: I nodded.

He didn’t even hesitate a second; he tore my shorts off, not even taking the time with the buttons. The younger guy piled in, banging the door closed behind himself.

The bald one shoved me over the centre console, my ass in the air. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them over my tight hole, then onto my clit. “Look at this slut, ready for us,” he said, taking the condom packet, then the blunt, insistent pressure of his cock against my ass.

I’d never done this. I cried out as he pushed inside, a sharp, burning stretch that made me see stars.

“Take it, you bitch,” he snarled in my ear. He thrust my head to the side and shoved his dick into my face.

I was spit-roasted, stuffed to overflowing, property of these men. The older man was thrusting my ass with a hard, relentless beat, each thrust snapping me forward across the cock in my face. The younger man was gripping my head, twisting my face with gusto.

“Gag on that, you mother fucker,” he moaned. The burning in my ass was turning to a deep, demeaning ecstasy. I was their object, their plaything.

The bald man was panting, his rhythm picking up, his balls thumping against my moist pussy.

“Gonna fill this condom up for you, randi,” he moaned.

The younger stud yanked his prick out of my face. “My turn in that ass.” They swapped positions in a stiff, panting shuffle. Now the younger man was behind me, his thinner prick gliding into my well-opened ass with less agony, more hot friction.

The older man jammed his thick prick into my moist cunt. That was all. Double penetration. I was torn open, stuffed, and used to the full. The SUV bucked on its axles.

Sunil’s cell phone flash was a cold, unblinking eye, documenting every embarrassing minute. I came, a big orgasm that ripped itself free, my muscles gripping the two cocks that were taking me.

It was a one-time gift of their lifetime, hence they screwed me to the fullest. The young stud pulled his dick out and cum on my back.

The older man followed soon afterwards, thrusting into the condom in my pussy with a low, primal moan. They stood up. The old man pulled his pants, searched for something and threw a 500-rupee note on my face.

“For your trouble, sweetheart.” He settled into the driver’s seat, not bothering even to look at me. He started the engine. “Happy now, nympho?” I had the money balled up in a fist, a trophy. “Almost, Daddy.” I was already planning what to spend my first paycheck on. Bras. Underwear. For him.

The video was playing across his phone screen, a disgusting, beautiful recording of my degradation. He just shook his head, a black laugh slipping between his lips.

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A bright Wednesday morning welcomed my sleepy eyes. I woke up, stretching myself in front of the mirror. The clock showed 5.30 a.m. “Fucking momos. I’m late.” It’s always the same with me. Momos? I don’t even like momos. It’s just this weird thing I’ve said for ages now — some odd habit that sticks.

Nothing personal. But somehow, in those few seconds of flustered panic, it feels right. Another stretch. Nothing too fancy, just enough to convince myself I’m getting the blood flowing. The clock on my phone was relentless, though — glaring back at me like it had some vendetta.

My hand reached for the yoga mat on the mirror stand, spreading it across the floor. Being a yoga practitioner all my life, I calmly relaxed my breathing before starting each asana one after the other. Each one was tough by general opinion, but I effortlessly performed with dedication and discipline.

After an hour, I looked over at my reflection in the giant wooden mirror, silently waiting in the corner. A girl stood on the other side, with a pretty heart-shaped face, slender, with really beautiful curves. Quickly freshening up, a graceful bath in the hot shower, I prepared for the office.

I left my apartment, clad in a saree, my usual office attire. I was the only one to wear a saree to the office daily, owing to my orthodox, strict Brahmin upbringing. The same which made me never date anyone, though I am hot eye candy myself.

Cruising through the busy streets of Bangalore, I often miss the peacefulness of my village back in Alappuzha, Kerala. Reaching the office, I made my way to my cabin, fending off glares, compliments, and greetings from the staff.

At 24, I just got promoted to Advertisement Manager, the youngest person to be in that position in the MNC I was working in. It was my hard work and commitment, coupled with my natural talent as a people person. It landed me a huge promotion in just 2 years.

I opened the door to my new cabin, wondering when I would get used to having a cabin for myself. An excited feeling of accomplishment rang in my head as I saw my name board on the table, Apsara Pandit. I smiled as I gracefully sat on the chair.

I childishly rotated before stopping abruptly as my phone rang. It was Sophia Rathore, the Assistant Director of our branch, who was my boss. I sprang up almost instinctively, “Hello ma’am,” I respectfully answered the call.

“Hey Apsara, have you settled in your new cabin yet?” She queried. She had an authoritarian voice, though elegant and posh. She is of upper management, and her decision is final in our branch.

“Yeah, it’s really great. Thanks for all the support, ma’am,” I responded.

“Okay. I want you to know you earned it. However, I expect a lot from you. I have sent an email right now, go through it. We have a meeting with that client coming on Friday. I need you to pitch the idea we discussed. Make a PowerPoint presentation. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am, saw the mail. I’ll get it done” A silent pressure shook me, the first responsibility as manager. I cannot afford a mess up. Spending the rest of the day on the presentation, based on prior discussions and my own research, it was almost done.

Just need to wrap this in an elegant format, then it’s over, a job of less than 2 hours. And I have the whole next day remaining. Deciding to call it a day, I packed my things to leave. Not bad!

Walking down the stairs, I saw Kunal. A tall, handsome guy, already a manager in the company. He was staring at me with puppy eyes. I did feel sorry for him as I ignored him, moving on. He was the latest guy whose proposal I rejected, and he definitely won’t be the last.

While parking my scooter in the shed back at the apartment, Pournima walked up to me. “Hey, manager ma’am,” she mocked as she pinched my shoulder.

“Ouch,” I giggled. Pournima is a married homemaker, living next to my apartment. She’s a close friend of mine, and we hang out in the evenings, cooking food, and shopping. She never made me miss home. “Where’s the party you scrooges?”

“Scroogess? That’s not even a word!” breaking into laughter “Okay, Highness, I’ll do the cooking today, happy?!”

I got back to my apartment, planning to cook something really nice. Veg fried rice and Paneer butter masala with Gulab Jamun as dessert, good idea! I thought to myself. I scavenged my kitchen. “Paneer Check! Rice Check! Oh wait! Tomatoes!”

I put my hand on my head, tomatoes being the only missing ingredient. I need to shop just for that. Pournima told me of a new vegetable vendor close to our apartment. So no longer necessary for a drive to the store, almost a kilometre away.

From afar, the stall was humble, but seemed clean. There was no customer, which meant no queue to wait for. While walking over, I simultaneously checked my Google Drive, trying to arrange a few documents I gathered back when in the office.

I reached the stall, eyes glued to the phone for a few minutes. “Fucking momos!” I yelled, unable to find a file, only to find it in the next few seconds. A relief soothed me as I put away my phone, looking up to meet the vendor.

It was a young boy. A book on Engineering Graphics in his hand, something taught during the first year of engineering. So, he’s probably 18 or 19 years old. So he is in his growing phase, but at least now, he is shorter than me. His face was of mongoloid structure, strongly suggesting north east Indian.

He was very cute, though he emitted a certain rough, thick masculinity, aided by well-defined biceps and arms adorned with complex tattoos. His t-shirt was torn and dirty, and he was wearing beaded bands on his arms.

The kid seemed to belong to the slum complex a few blocks away. However, he carried an aura of firm personality and maturity. “One kilo of tomato, please” I smiled at him in a friendly gesture. He indifferently stared at me, then returned to reading his book.

I was taken aback. He was obviously being rude, ignoring me plainly. It was shocking, never have I been ignored or rejected. In a slightly higher tone, I repeated, “Kiddo… I said, One kilo tomato please.”

He raised his head briefly, giving me an irritated look, before getting back to his book. A cocktail of emotions was spinning in my head. I scoffed and left the stall. Getting back to my apartment, I closed the door behind me. I was disturbed; I thought this day was going to be perfect.

I lay on my sofa, thinking about what went wrong. Was it the momos remark? Or is he like that generally? I got lost in my thoughts, feeling uneasy. Brushing it off as a silly incident, I went to prepare food as planned. But I couldn’t; some uneasiness held me back.

I called up Pournima to tell her to cancel our plans as I wasn’t feeling good. I kept on rewinding the scene and again, getting more restless each time. Finally, I decided to sleep on it, maybe I’ll be better tomorrow.

The next day, I woke up at 5.30 a.m. But today, I wasn’t feeling any energy or enthusiasm. I pulled my blanket over and slept again. I woke up again at 10.30 a.m. “Dammit, I’m late for work!” Opening my laptop, I applied for Work From Home.

I felt guilty and disappointed, I had never before broken my yoga session before, nor missed a day at work. My mind drifted to yesterday, how a perfect day was ruined, and my mood got worse than yesterday. I needed a distraction. I opened my laptop again, working on my presentation.

An hour passed by, but I was getting nowhere. My mind was not in the right place. I closed my laptop. Getting dressed in a loose t-shirt and pyjamas, I get a polythene cover and head outside. I watch the stall from a distance, and there is a good crowd there.

I needed some closure, or maybe I’ll yell at the kid, I needed something. I reached the stall, waiting in the queue. I saw Pournima there, and she waved at me. I listlessly waved back as I joined her, skipping the crowd. She was buying vegetables and also chatting with the boy.

He was totally different now, smiling mischievously as they went, talking, occasionally flirting. When her turn was done, she moved aside. I raised my voice, “A kilo of tomato.”

Seeing me, the smile on his face disappeared. He didn’t care to open his mouth, just signalled his hand to move to the back of the line. Some aunties in the line joined him, ordering me to get in line. I felt humiliated as I abruptly left, and Pournami followed.

“Are you okay?” She asked as we entered the building. “You said you’re not feeling so good yesterday”.

“Yeah… no, I’m fine,” I replied, “Who is that kid?” I poked her

Her face lit up, “Oh, him, that’s Anang. His family is from Manipur, though he’d been here his whole life. He lives in that slum complex. Isn’t he adorable?”

“You seem to like that prick a lot, or you forgot you’re married,” I shot back before thinking. I walked ahead, leaving Pournima behind, shocked.

Back in my room, I was feeling miserable as each second passed. Never in my life have I felt so helpless. I couldn’t figure out why he’s rude to me. Finally, I decided. He’s just a slum kid, a poor beggar, who doesn’t even deserve a second of my attention. I switched on my TV.

A little after noon, the sun was bright. I observed the stall; there was nobody buying, just him. I inched closer to the stall. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I let this go?” I shrugged as I reached the stall entrance. “I need one kilo of tomato,” I demanded.

The boy just sat there indifferently. After a brief pause, he got up reluctantly, weighing a kilo of tomato before dumping it into the polythene, tossing it at me. I extended the money. He didn’t even bother to check, gesturing for me to keep it on the counter, while he returned to his phone.

I walked away. I felt a slight feeling of victory; I got the tomato. Back in my kitchen, I was chopping up the vegetables, deciding to make something elaborate. I set the water to boil, waiting. Several minutes passed by, and the water had already been boiling for a long time, as I got back to my senses.

I couldn’t lie to myself anymore; I was not over it. It was never about some tomatoes, a lie that I used to soothe my mind. It was about the lingering thought of rejection, something I never had to deal with. Now it caught me off guard. I needed closure. I was obsessed with him!

Evening grew thicker as the streets began getting empty. I got back from the shower, getting into grey pyjamas, and a pink body-hugging off-shoulder long sleeves. My work was a mess. A few minutes of focus is enough to clear it up, but focus is something I didn’t have.

I lay back on my cushion, closing my eyes. My day of promotion got ruined, I was rude to my best friend, I suffered a lot of mental stress. My work is messed up, all because of that slum prick. I felt embarrassed as I let this happen to me. I’m better than this. I felt grains of anger lingering in me as I got up.

It was around 11.00 pm. I was marching towards the stall. This time, I’ll show him! No more being nice. The prick had been taking advantage of my kindness. These idiots don’t deserve politeness. The only question that remains is whether he’s dumb or just a rude asshole.

The stall was semi-shut; he might be inside preparing to close and go home to his filthy slum house! I walk inside the stall, closing the shutter behind me. He was surprised to see me, which seemed cute for a moment. He let go of the basket he had in his hand, the tattoo on his biceps flowing accordingly.

He looked intensely at me as I went close to him. “What the fuck do you want?” he asked arrogantly. I stood frozen, unable to choose my next move. The intention to hurt him ebbed away as the boy stood close to me now, his eyes showing firm resolve.

He wasn’t afraid, nor did he care. He is arrogant, rude, and insanely hot! That’s what was bothering me all along! I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him, and his arrogance only fuelled it. An overwhelming sensation got over me as I looked at him, like a prey that walked into a lion’s den willingly.

“I’ll go, we’ll talk later,” I softly told him as I subtly retreated. But my luck was already down the bin. He sensed my feelings as he firmly gripped my hand “Where are you going now?” He pulled me closer to him gently, in a continuous flow. I moved to him, pressing myself to him, locking our lips.

A wild frenzy ensued as we were smooching each other with raw passion. Embarrassed, angry, and horny, I got into a heated tongue battle with the hot slum boy who ruined my two days.

Breaking off the kiss, he brushed his lips along my neck down to the shoulder exposed by the off-shoulder sleeve. He had a hunger that made me tremble. He licked, nipped and traced every curve, sinking his mouth on my collarbone. He was sucking the delicate skin while I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Embarrassed, biting my lips, desperately trying to hold my moans from escaping. I gasped as his hands found my ass, pressing the soft peaches through my thin fabric pyjamas as his lips found mine again. We made out feverishly, my desire burning away any final residues of resistance.

Within minutes, my sleeves fell on the dirty ground, leaving me in a black bra barely holding my huge breasts. Moving his arm behind my back. His skilled fingers unclasped the hook effortlessly, tossing the black fabric aside.

In a mixed feeling of embarrassment and pride, I did not even try to hide my exposed breasts. An erotic burning sensation coursed through me as, for the first time in my life, a guy was seeing me so. Without wasting any time, he pushed me down. My back squashed a heap of tomatoes on the ground.

My body was tainted with red juice as I giggled at the irony. Now I have all the tomatoes I need. He climbed on me, fondling my breasts as he sucked on my nipples. I was on cloud nine. I got lost in pleasure, moaning so loud I thought I might wake the whole neighbourhood.

He took his time feasting on my erect nipples, sucking and licking. I moaned and squirmed, kissing his hair as my fingers traced his muscular shoulders. He trailed kisses down my toned belly, sucking on my navel, making my belly jump up in excitement.

He looked at me, smirking, as I blushed. Suddenly, we heard a thud on the door.

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Ab aage:

Mihir ke samne teeno se badhkar ek bhadiya maal khadi thi. Mihir in logo ko dekh kar apna lund khada kar chuka tha. Teeno ye intezar mein thi ki kis ko Mihir haath lagayga aur kis ke glass se dudh peyega.

Mihir ne teeno se kaha, “Ab tum sab meri biwi ho. Aaj se meri sabse jyada karib jo rahegi woh hai Jyoti jisko main tan maan aur dhan se apna raha hu. Diksha aaj se Jyoti ke baad Jyoti ki dashi hogi aur meri patni jisko mere liye bacha paida karna hoga.”

“Aur Bhivani meri woh biwi hai jo meri hi nahi balki meri lund ki rani hai. Bhivani hi hai jo har ek wakt mere saath rahegi aur ek pal bhi mere se alag nahi rahegi.”

Mihir ne apna haath aage badhaya aur Jyoti uske paas aai aur apne haathon se dudh pilane lagi fir Diksha ne aur uske baad Bhivani dudh pilane lagi to Mihir uski patli kamar pakar kar apni aur khich liya aur dudh pene laga.

Jyoti ab sahi mayne mein mihir ki dharam patni thi aur baki Diksha aur Bhivani to sirf chudai ki maal thi.

Mihir Jyoti se bola ki uske ghar ka ek niyam hai aur woh hai ki apni shadi ki pali raaat ko pati patni ek saath nahi sote. Tum meri patni ho to hum kal se hi saath so sakte hai.

Jyoti ka muh chota sa ho gaya kaha usne to kya kya sapne dekh liye the aur Mihir ne to ab ye baat bol kar sab khatam kar diya. Jyoti muh latka kar wapas jane lagi aur saath hi Diksha aur Bhivani bhi jane lagi.

Mihir ne Bhivani ko aawaz di aur bola ki, “Tum kaha ja rahi ho?”

Bhivani: aap ne hi to abhi kaha ki pati patni ek saath nahi sote shadi ki pahli raat ko.

Mihir: ha pati patni ek saath nahi sote aur yaha sirf Jyoti meri dharam patni hai. Tum dono bahan Diksha aur Bhivani meri patni ho jo mera khayal rakhegi aur mujhe khush karogi.

Ye baat sun kar Diksha aur Bhivani ko kharab laga. Par ab koi upai nahi tha aur sirf Bhivani hi ab room mein reh gayi thi Mihir ke saath.

Mihir room bandh kar deta hai. Bhivani ke paas aa kar dono haath pakad kar usko bolta hai, “Main tumse pyaar karta hu aur sirf tumhari khushi ke liye hi maine Diksha aur Jyoti se shadi ki hai.”

Bhivani Mihir ke aankhon mein dekh rahi thi ki ye kya bol raha hai. Abhi to bol raha tha ki woh Jyoti ko dharm patni manta hai aur ab bol raha hai ki mujse pyaar.

Bhivani ko kuch samaj nahi aaya. Mihir samaj gaya aur bola, “Bhivani, main sirf 22 saal ka hu aur tum 30 ki ho mere se badi ho aur samajhdar bhi par tumne ye konsa jadu kar diya jabse maine tumhe dekha hai bas tumhara ho kar hi reh gaya hu.”

“Aur ek baat Bhivani meri chahat itni jyada hai tumse ki main apna kuwara pan tumhe dena chahta hu. Ha Bhivani tum hi woh aurat banogi jo mujhe mard banaogi, tum hi woh hasina ho jo mere lund ki seal khologi.”

“Ha Bhivani tum meri pahli aurat banogi jo mujhe bina kapde ke dekhogi aur main tumhara aur sirf tumhara ban kar rahunga. Tumhari sundarta itni jyada hai, tum mujhe itni jyada pasand ho ki Maine tumhare liye hi aaj Jyoti aur Diksha ko apne se dur kiya hai ki aaj ki raat sirf hum dono rahe.”

Bhivani ko ye sab sun kar ab kaafi acha laga. Woh apne ko khush naseeb maan rahi thi ki aaj uske sundarta ke karan hi uske paas ek itna jawan ladka hai jo us se shadi kar ke usko pyaar karna chahta hai.

Mihir ne aage kaha, “Bhivani tum kitni sundar lag rahi ho is golden lengha mein, aur tumhare ye sleeveless blouse aahhh kya lag rahi ho. Jesa maine kabhi kalpana ki thi ki meri dream girl aisi ho bilkul tum jesi Bhivani.”

Mihir thora aur paas hojata hai aur apne dono haath uski patli kamar par rakh deta hai. Dono itne karib the ki dono ki saanse ek dusre se takra rahi thi.

Mihir ki najar Bhivani ke boobs par ja rahi thi jo upar se dikh rahe the. Blouse deep neck hone ke karan aur Bhivani itne jor jor se saansen le rahi thi ki uske 36 ke boobs upar niche ho rahe the.

Mihir apni haathon ki ungliyon se Bhivani ki nabhi ki ring ko dekhne laga aur nabhi mein ek ungli daal kar gol-gol ghumate hue taarif karne laga. Bhivani ki itni jyada taarif aaj tak nahi hui thi aur aaj aisi tarif sun kar usko maza aane laga laga.

Mihir bade achi se Bhivani ko bed ke paas le aaya aur usko bed par betha kar uske pairo ke paas aa kar beth gaya. Uske pair ko pakad kar apne hathon mein le liya aur bola ki ye sundar pair ab mere hai aur us par ek kiss kar diya.

Bhivani ke pair ko uske chappal ke saath hi apne sarr par rakh kar bola, “Ab tumhara adhikar hai aur tum jo bologi woh hi karunga main. Par iske liye tumhe mujhe khush rakhna hoga.”

Bhivani apni sundarta par chur ho kar ye bhi bhul gayi ki woh ek divorced thi aur dusri shadi jis se ki woh usko pregnant kar ke bhag gaya tha. Aur idhar woh apne pair ki ungliyon ko Mihir ke honthon par ghisne lagi. Mihir bhi uski ungliyon ko kiss karta haur apni jeebh se chatne laga.

Bhivani ne ab bhi high heel ki chappal pahni hui thi aur chappal hote hue bhi Mihir uske pair ko kiss kar raha tha. Bhivani ke lengha ko thora aur upar kar ke uske gore pair ko apni jeebh se chatne laga aur lengha dhire dhire upar hote chala gaya aur ghutnon tak ho chuka tha.

Bhivani ne ek dam se apne pair ko Mihir se hataya aur uske kandhe ko pakad kar bed par betha diya aur usko apne godi mein sula kar boli ki aap hi jano aisa kya pasand aa gaya aap ko mere mein jo itna pyar kar rahe ho.

Mihir apne haathon se uske baalon mein laga laal phool ko le kar sunghne laga aur bola ki ye phool ki tarah ho tum bas pyar ke liye hi bani ho, maan karta hai ki tumhe ek pal ke liye bhi apne se dur na karu.

Bhivani Mihir ke sarr par haat ferti hui baat kar rahi thi ki Mihir uski nabhi ki ring ko apne jeebh mein le liya aur nabhi mein jeebh ghusa kar gol-gol ghumane laga.

Bhivani: Aap ko meri nabhi pasand hai kya?

Mihir: Mujhe tumhare nabhi hi nahi tumhare ye sudoul boobs aur gaand ke saath patli kamar bahut pasand hai.

Bhivani ke chehre par muskan aa gayi. Woh sochne lagi ki aaj ye ladka apna kuwara pan to usko dega hi aur apni najane konsi konsi khawaish hai jo puri karega.

Mihir aur Bhivani dono ek dusre ki jeebh ko khoob jor jor se chus rahe the. Ek to Mihir ke paas is wakt jinn ki shakti thi aur dusri taraf Bhivani ke paas kaafi jyada experience tha lund lene ka aur to aur uski age bhi jyada thi Mihir se to woh apna anubhav laga rahi thi.

Mihir ko Bhivani ki body ki smell pagal bana rahi thi aur woh uske haathon ki underarms ko bhi chatne laga. Apni naak underarms mein ghusa kar sunghne lagta jese ki sari khushboo underarms mein hi ho.

Mihir Bhivani ke gaal aur gardan ko kiss karta chat-ta, Fir thora niche aa kar boobs ki gali jo blouse ke upar se dekh rahi thi usmein kiss karne lagta aur ye dekh kar Bhivani khush hi ho rahi thi ki uski kismat kitni achi hai ki itna pyar kar raha hai usko Mihir.

Ab bhi dono ke sare kapde jism mein hi the. Ek bhi kapda abhi tak dono ka alag nahi hua tha jism se yaha tak ki Bhivani ki to chappal tak us ke pair mein thi. Bhivani ka haath chor kar Mihir blouse ke upar boobs par rakha aur halka sa sahlaya.

Bhivani ne bhi apne haathon se blouse ka hook kholna suru kia. Dekhte hi dekhte blouse ka hook khool chuka tha. Ab Bhivani ki laal net wali bra dekh rahi jisme se boobs ke nipples tak dikhai dene lage the.

Boobs aise lag rahe the ki unhe jabardasti bra ke andar kaid kar ke rakha gaya ho. Mihir bra ke upar se hi apna chehra boobs par ragarne laga aur dono haathon se boobs ko dabane laga.

Mihir aur niche sarka aur pet par kiss karne ke baad uske lengha ka nada ko kholne laga aur Bhivani ne ismein uski madad ki aur lengha pura khol kar niche fek diya.

Mihir apni aankhon ko badi-badi kar ke Bhivani ke gore jism ko dekhne laga jisme ab sirf bra penty aur ek high heel ki chappal thi. Saath mein uski jism par kuch sone chandi ki jewellery aur haathon mein kangan.

Mihir fir Bhivani ki bra kholne lagta hai. Bhivani ne uska haath rok liya aur apna patni dharam nibhate hue Mihir ki shirt kholi. Uske chhaati par kis karte hue uske pent ka hook khol kar pent niche sarka di.

Mihir ab sirf underwear mein tha aur bina wakt kharab kare Bhivani ne jhatka se underwear bhi utar di. Mihir ab bilkul nanga tha. Mihir ka lund tana hua khada tha mano keh raha ho ki Bhivani main to aaya hi hu tumhe chodne ke liye aur tumhe aaj swarg ka deedar karwa dunga.

Bhivani ne bade pyar se lund ko dekha fir haathon mein le kar dekhne lagi ki ek kuwara seal band lund kesa hota hai. Bhivani puri tarah se ek randi lag rahi thi. Jab woh lund haathon mein le kar dekh rahi thi.

Mihir nanga aur woh bra panty ke saath ek high heel chappal pahni hui. Bhivani se raha nahi gaya aur woh apni jeebh ko bahar nikal kar lund ki topi ko chatne lagi aur lund par jeebh ferane lagi. Kuch hi der mein lund pura Bhivani ke muh mein tha aur uske gale tak ja raha tha.

Jinn ki shakti ke karan lund majbut ho gaya tha aur aaj to aisa mano woh chod chod kar Bhivani ki maa Rekha ko bhi chod dega. Mihir ko apar maza aa raha tha. Aaj pahli baar koi ladki ne lund pakda tha aur woh bhi woh ladki jisko Mihir pyar karta tha aur lund uske muh ke andar tha.

Bhivani ki experience lund chusai ki aur jayda maza de rahi thi mihir ko aur woh Bhivani ka sar pakad kar uski muh chodne laga.

Mihir to jhadne wala tha nahi aur idhar Bhivani ne hi haar maan li aur woh apne haath se dhakka de kar Mihir ko dur kar ke lund muh se bahar ki aur boli ki itni der se muh chod rahe ho aap mera muh dukhne laga hai.

Bhivani ko jara sa bhi andaza nahi tha ki ek kuwara ladka jisne aaj tak sex nahi kiya ho woh aise bina ruke muh chod dega.

Bhivani ko ab ye andaza ho gaya ki Mihir lambi chudai wala ghoda hai jo jaldi se haar nahi manega aur aaj raat kya uski chudai Avinash jese karta tha wesi hogi ya fir aur bhi jyada.

Bhivani apni bra ka hook khol kar boobs dekhani lagi Mihir ko aur boli ye hi aap ko sabse jyada pasand hai na aur inhe hi aap chori chori dekhte ho na.

Mihir dono nipple ko pakad ka jor ka daba diya aur Bhivani ke muh se chikh nikal gayi. Mihir fir dono boobs ko zor zor dabane laga aur bola ki Bhivani mujhe ek mahine ke andar ye boobs 40 inches ke chahiye.

Bhivani: Aap ke pyar aur mehnat ke upar hai ye to ki ye 36 se 40 ke kab honge aur agar aap mere upar achi mehnat kare to ho hi jayega.

Bhivani Mihir ke upar jhuk kar apni boobs uske muh ke andar daal di aur woh ek boobs ko chusta aur dusre ko masalta aur dabata fir boobs badal kar dusre boobs ko peta.

Mihir ko Bhivani ke boobs kaafi pasand the aur usme se ye kya dudh nikalne laga. Shayad Bhivani pregnant thi aur iske karan hi ab uske boobs se dudh aane laga. Ye mitha dudh pene wala Mihir pahla insaan tha par Bhivani ko chodne wala nahi.

Mihir fir Bhivani ko bed par letaya aur uske laal honthon ko fir se chusne laga. Uski jeebh ko apne muh mein le kar chusta to kabhi Bhivani Mihir ke jeebh ko apne muh mein le kar chusti aur fir niche aata hai. Mihir aur ye dekh Bhivani ne apne pair faila diya.

Mihir ne panty ko khicha aur uski panty ko uske pair se alag karta hai. Dekhta hai Bhivani ki chut ko jo chut ke pani se chamak rahi thi aur uspar safed cream lagi hui thi jo chut ki virya thi.

Mihir Bhivani ke dono pair ke bich aa gaya aur jhukh kar chut dekhne laga ki kese ye choti si chut lund apne andar le-leti hai aur kese ek bacha ismein se paida hota hai.

Mihir apne haathon ki ungli chut mein lagata hai aur chut ki faank ko kholta hai aur apni ungli andar daal deta hai. Bhivani ek halki muskan ke saath Mihir ki ungli apni chut mein dalwati hai.

Mihir us ungli ko bahar kar ke apne muh mein le kar chat leta hai aur ye dekh fir se Bhivani muskura deti hai.

Mihir bolta hai tumhari chut bahut garam hai andar se. Aur fir se chut mein ungli daal kar hilane laga. Par Bhivani ne Mihir ka haath chut ki upar ki chamri mein laga kar boli ki isko maslo is se hi maza aata hai ye hi hai g-spot.

Mihir us chamri ko jor jor se apni ungliyon se masalne laga aur Bhivani ki chut fach fach kar ke apni pani chorne lagi.

To be continued.

Writer – Neha Agarwal

Arjun, a 21-year-old lad, was raised as a single child as his mother died in childbirth. He didn’t really bond with his dad much, as he was always busy building his real estate business. 5years ago, his dad, Sanjay, remarried a 30-year-old woman, Sarika.

She was stunning —long black hair that was wavy past her shoulders, smooth and fair skin. Lips were plush, the bottom one always a bit pouty, usually slicked with this dark-pinkish-red that made even her quick smirks feel private. Tall, slim, but with hips and tits that filled out whatever she wore.

Although he was attracted to Sarika, she never gave much attention to him. She was a gold digger and was in this marriage only for the money.

After Arjun turned 18, he entered the family business, as he was never really into studies. Over the course of the next 3 years, Arjun and his dad built a good relationship. Sanjay, in fact, feels guilty for neglecting his son over the years. He tries to make up for the lost time.

Arjun grows capable of taking over the business. Then he receives the shocking news of his dad’s death in a car accident. After the last rites, a lawyer comes to his house with his dad’s will. It says Arjun is the sole inheritor of his entire business and wealth.

This news hit Sarika like a slap on the face, and Arjun couldn’t help but get some ideas about getting his revenge on Sarika. Arjun’s voice cracked like a whip. “Pack your bags, Sarika. You’re out. Tonight.”

She just stared at him for a second, then let out a sigh. “Okay, fine,” she said, very casual and calm. “I’ll grab my stuff from upstairs first.”

Arjun didn’t expect her to react so calmly, “Wait, what do you mean?”

She was already walking towards the stairs with a sense of confidence. That black dress was hugging her curves just perfectly, a little threadbare at the hem from too many fancy parties. As she brushed past him, he caught that smell of her which always drove him crazy.

“You heard what the lawyer said,” she mumbled, stopping so close he could feel her breath on his neck. Her eyes glancing down real quick—over his chest, his belt, down to his sneakers—then back up to his face. “It’s all yours now. The house, the money. Now you get to decide if I stay or not.”

Her hand came up, fingers grazing past his jaw. He didn’t move, but his heart was pounding so hard he could feel it beating.

“I’m not going to get on my knees and beg or anything,” she said, her voice dropping low. “Just give me one night. No lawyers, no fuss. Tomorrow, if you still want me out of the house, I’ll leave.”

She turned and headed for the stairs, her hips swaying a bit more than usual, like she knew he was watching. Halfway up, she looked over her shoulder. “Are you just going to stare or help me pack?”

His feet started moving before he knew it. The bedroom door clicked shut behind them. Sarika reached for the zipper on her dress, unzipping it really slowly. The dress slipped off her shoulders and hung up on her hips for a second.

She then wiggled a little to get it past and kicked it into the corner. Underneath, a black lace bra and panties. It contrasted beautifully on her fair, milky white skin and those stockings running up her beautiful legs. Arjun’s throat went dry, though he fantasised about this moment more times than he could ever count.

She stepped closer, and he just went in for a kiss without thinking, all clumsy and rushing, his teeth clacking against hers. She made this little “mmph” noise, smirking. She leaned into his lips, kissing him back expertly with passion.

Her fingers unbuttoning his shirt roughly—one button popped off. Then she gave up and removed it over his head instead. They bumped into the dresser. A bottle rolled over and smashed onto the floor. It smelled like her fancy perfume, but neither of them checked what broke.

His hands shook as he undid his belt. She slipped her hand right into his boxers, wrapping around his cock warm and firm, like she knew exactly what she was doing. He groaned into her mouth with his hips jerking forward, pinning her.

“You still want me out of your house?” she whispered, her thumb rubbing slowly over the tip of his cock, oozing precum and making him twitch.

“Shut up… shut up,” he muttered, grabbing her waist and lifting her onto the dresser table. More bottles clattered off, one shattering on the floor. She loved how passionate he was, which was the last thing his dad was. He shoved her legs apart, fingers hooking into her lingerie and ripping it with raw hunger.

She was wet already, and when he pushed in, her eyes rolled over. She let out this breathy gasp, loving how he felt inside her. The dresser creaked and banged against the wall with every thrust. He was all over the place at first, too angry-horny, but then she arched up and rolled her hips just right.

Suddenly, they clicked into this perfect rhythm. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving hot lines. “Like… like that, harder, come on,” she panted, her words tumbling out messy, heels digging into his butt, pulling him deeper.

He slammed in, all that built-up crap from years of her ignoring him pouring out—resentment, anger, whatever. She matched him, talking dirty, “yeah, fuck, right there, don’t you dare stop. Show me you’re better than your dad.”

He shattered first, burying deep and coming with a grunt. He looked embarrassed that he couldn’t make her climax.

She sensed that and comforted him, saying, “That was actually impressive considering it was your first time, but next time, I want you to watch me shatter with pleasure while my pussy milks your cock while you’re still buried inside”

They just hung there, breathing hard, his head dropped to her collarbone, sweat sticking them together. The room smelled like sex and spilt perfume.

Downstairs, some clock gonged twice—two in the morning already. He always hated that clock—Dad bought it in Dubai, said it was ‘timeless.’ What a load of crap.

Sarika let out a wobbly laugh. “Your hands are shaking, kid.”

She got down from the dresser, knees buckling, and grabbed his hand, taking him toward the bed. The sheets were still messed up, but Dad’s side was flat and empty. Arjun froze for a second. She caught his look and squeezed his fingers quickly.

Then she pushed him down onto the mattress and straddled him before he could overthink.

This time, slower. She sank on him inch by inch, hair all tangled and sticking to her sweaty body. “You know,” she murmured, riding him in a circular motion, “I used to see you peeking when I would lean over the pool table in my skirt. Thinking if you would ever make a move if you get a chance?”

He let out a laugh, couldn’t help it—and rolled her over, pinning her under him. Took his time now, kissing the bite marks he’d left on her neck, her breasts, tracing her neck with his tongue. She squirmed, giggling when he nipped too hard, then moaning when he slid back in deep.

He wanted to make love to her this time. Unlike the hurried session they had just had. Her legs locked around his waist, whispering, “Yeah, I love that, don’t stop,” until she cum.

Her orgasm hit her like a hurricane, her vaginal muscles squeezing around his cock. He couldn’t hold back anymore, sensually kissing her while he released his cum deep inside her.

Then, they dozed, tangled up, but not for long. Around three, she poked him awake with a foot. “I’m going to take a shower. Sticky.”

The water came out steaming hot. She backed up against the tile, shivering at the cold first, then melting when he dropped down to his knees and licked into her slowly, tasting her, her hands playing around with his wet hair.

He ate her furiously with a hunger to drive her to climax, yelling when she came, legs shaking so bad he had to hold her up. They didn’t even dry off properly, stumbled out dripping and collapsed on the lounge chair by the window.

By four, they were on the floor with her on all fours, him behind her, gripping her hips. He reached over, rubbing her clit while thrusting hard. She pushed back, trying to match him. She chuckled when he spanked her lightly—once, twice, the smack echoing.

“Again,” she said, maintaining eye contact, so he did, hard, just enough to pink her skin and make her clench. She sobbed into the carpet when she came. He pulled her hair around his wrist, following her over with a low groan.

She loved how he filled her with cum, a little surprised too, considering it was the third time that night.

Dawn started sneaking in, the room was a disaster—clothes everywhere, sheets crumbled, air thick with their smell. She pressed her chin on his chest, voice hoarse from all the moaning. “So, you still kicking me out of the house?”

Arjun stared at the ceiling, “Go ahead and try packing,” he said, smirking a little. “Bet you won’t make it to the door, after all the thrusting you received.”

She snorted, pressed a sloppy kiss right over his heart. “Yeah, don’t think so.”

Now they finally crashed for real.

When he finally woke up, Arjun lay on his back, one arm flung over his head, the other trapped under Sarika’s neck. She was curled against his side, cheek on his chest, one leg hooked over his.

He figured he should feel triumph or maybe the cold satisfaction of finally winning. Instead, he felt something very different from what he felt the night before.

Sarika stirred, hair tickling his skin. She didn’t lift her head, just traced a lazy circle over his heart with one finger. “What are you thinking about?” she mumbled.

“I hated you,” he said, staring at the ceiling fan spinning slowly. “Like, properly hated. Thought tonight would fix that.”

Her finger stopped moving. “Did it?”

He turned his head, met her eyes, “No. Made it worse. Cause now I want you to stay, and I don’t know what that says about me.”

Sarika pushed up on her elbow. “Says you’re human, dumbass.” She poked his chest. “Also says I might’ve been wrong about you being just a spoiled kid.”

He huffed a laugh that surprised them both. “You going to keep insulting me, or…”

“Or what?” Her smirk was back, but smaller, real. She leaned in, kissed the corner of his mouth—gentle, nothing like the frantic bites from hours ago. “I’m not going anywhere, Arjun. Not unless you carry me out yourself.”

His hand found her waist, thumb brushing that scar again. “Might keep you locked in here instead. Call it house arrest.”

She rolled her eyes, “Romantic.” But her smile stayed. “We can figure this out tomorrow, for now, let’s just pretend we’re two idiots who accidentally fell for each other.”

“Accidentally, huh?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, but her fingers were interlocked.

The air was thick, and something new was taking root between them. Neither said the word love yet. They didn’t need to. It was there in the way she fit against him, in the way he didn’t let go of her.

Stay tuned for the next part, and do give me your feedback in the comments so I can work on it.

Hi guys, this is my story from the days of my college life. I have been thinking about what happened and how life unfolded later. This is the beginning of everything with her.

Let me first introduce myself. I am Shubham (name changed), and I was doing a BCA during my graduation. I am a 6-foot guy with a broad upper body, but slim. I do work out, but not that regularly. I have a decent face, and I do get good attention from girls and ladies.

Now, back to the story.

I was in my second year of college. By then, I was very sad and lonely because of how my friendships turned out in the first year, and I was hopeful for a better year. I hated everything at that time. My grades were bad, my friends were snakes, and I was all alone.

It was my 19th birthday when I got a message from a classmate of mine. Let’s call her Gunjan (name changed). She was the topper type — smart, everywhere. Everyone seemed to know her. Not the prettiest girl in college, but she had this charm you couldn’t ignore. She was adored by a lot of people.

I had only interacted with her related to group projects whenever we ended up in the same group, and that too very little. My female friends didn’t like her because she was very different from them. She was not too much into fashion or beauty, but she was still admired by juniors and seniors.

I had heard a lot of seniors talking about how they would love to date her, but she never really paid attention to anyone like that.

Her message made my day. I just couldn’t believe she texted me. Maybe she texted everyone on their birthday, but we never really spoke much to each other directly. She wasn’t even on my Instagram, and that’s when I thought I should send her a follow request.

I had already had very bad friendships, so I was cautious about not being too desperate to find a new friend. But something about her made me think about her for a week.

After a week, I sent her a request. There were already 100+ mutual friends, so I thought it wouldn’t be too weird. To my delight, she accepted my request.

I was happy, but I wanted more. I felt she could be the person I’d been waiting for all along. I didn’t tell anyone yet — my toxic group would’ve ruined it for me. So I moved slowly, thinking about how to start a conversation. Talking in person felt too daring, and my friends would notice.

I added her on Snapchat — perfect for starting casual chats back then. She didn’t accept my request that day. I got worried. Maybe I’d moved too fast. Maybe she wasn’t interested. But just as I was about to lose hope, I got a snap from her. I went crazy with happiness. In that moment, I didn’t even realize how mad I was, obsessing over someone I barely knew.

I started a snap streak with her. Casual snaps, nothing too heavy. She would send simple ones too — pictures from her balcony, her face with the puppy filter, messy food. I would stare at every snap, thinking about what to say, but never finding the right words.

Then one day, she sent a snap of homemade sandwiches. I realized she wasn’t in the hostel. I started typing. At first, I wanted to ask about the sandwiches, but that would have been too obvious — too much like I was trying to initiate a conversation. So I said:

“Arey, Riya mujhse fir baat nahi kar rahi yarr… Gauri, tu bata, kya karu main…”

Riya was my childhood friend, and so was Gauri, but it was a lie – pretending like I texted the wrong person.

I was nervous. Then I saw her typing… and she replied with a simple, “?”

I couldn’t contain my happiness.

Me: “Sorry, wrong person. I was messaging my friend Gauri but accidentally messaged you.”

Gunjan: “It’s alright.”

Me: “Riya isn’t my girlfriend, by the way… just a friend. She has this habit of getting mad at the smallest things.”

Gunjan: “Oh, okay. I didn’t ask, by the way.”

Me: “Right… sorry, I’m a chatterbox.”

Gunjan: “Cool, no prob.”

Me: “Cool.”

That was our first-ever direct conversation. I was over the moon.

After that, I continued replying occasionally on Snapchat. We started talking more frequently, but in class, we pretended we hadn’t been chatting until 2 AM the night before.

A month passed, and I wanted to talk to her in person. I really liked our conversations — we shared a lot. It turned out her friend group was toxic, just like mine, and she was also looking for a new friend.

I decided I wanted to meet her, and I no longer cared what my friends would say. I asked if she would meet me after classes for coffee outside the college. She said, “Sure.”

I didn’t dress up much — I tried to keep it casual — but I was extremely nervous. Then I saw her walking toward me. I had been waiting at the gate, heart racing.

She was in a black V-neck t-shirt and blue skinny jeans, and she was looking hot. I felt lucky just to be there with her. She sat across from me, and we ordered two cold coffees.

It was a bit awkward at first, but gradually it became easier. Talking to her in person was definitely better than chatting online. Her perfume was intoxicating, and her cleavage made my hormones jump. Until then, I had only liked talking to her, but from that moment on, I was attracted to her.

We started meeting more often, and we started getting comfortable with each other. We would hug, sit closely in the movie theaters, and hold hands during walks.

I was going crazy. I had never imagined she was like this. I had come looking for a friend, but now I was fully attracted to her. I wanted to move fast, so I made a plan.

I messaged her on Snapchat:

Me: “Hey, are you up for the club? Bollywood night — you said you wanted to go, right?”

Gunjan: “Yeah, I saw it on Instagram… but how will we get out of the hostel so late? And how will we come back? I really want to… but it doesn’t seem possible.”

Me: “Don’t worry… I’ve got it all covered. Just think about what you’ll wear. I’ll take care of the plan.”

Gunjan: “What plan? Don’t give me false hope.”

Me: “So, you coming with me or not? Will your friends mind?”

Gunjan: “They won’t care. They’re busy with their own stuff anyway. What I do, who I talk to, where I go — it doesn’t matter to anyone.”

Me: “Perfect. Then it’s just you and me… as friends, of course. No stress. There’s a hotel near the club — we can book a room for the night. We’ll get ready there, pre-booze, and everything will be sorted, and we’ll be back by night.”

Gunjan: “A hotel… that’s a bit much. We’re not even that close as friends.”

Me: “Do you not trust me? We’ll book two rooms. No stress. Are you coming or not? It’s just us… the rest of the night we’ll have fun together anyway.”

Gunjan: “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

My plan worked. Gunjan agreed.

I booked two rooms at the hotel and got booze enough for both of us. We left the college after faking a seminar invite for permission. I was super excited.

While we were in the cab, I wanted to be close to her. I couldn’t wait for the night, so I started talking about how much I loved it when she hugged me because she was just so soft.

She smiled and said she heard this quite a lot, and I asked her to hug me. I thought she was going to say no, but she hugged me.

It was nice but a little weird sitting in a cab, so I said, “I will hug from back. This will be comfy for both of us.”

She agreed, and I pulled her close to me and hugged her from the back. I kept one arm around her waist and another on her chest. She didn’t move, so I felt relieved. It was a long drive as our college was in the outskirts of the city. I was enjoying my time with her.

Whenever the driver was applying the brakes, I was pressing my hand on her boobs, pretending to secure her, but actually enjoying them. She was also very comfortable, so I sensed she was enjoying it too.

I wanted more, so I asked her, “Are you this comfortable with your other male friends, or am I special?”

Gunjan: “I am very comfortable with all my male friends… but yes, with you the comfort is more.”

Me: “Nice… so can they hold you like how I am holding you right now?”

Gunjan: “You mean pressing my boobs while the car is braking? No, they can’t. You are daring. I give you that, but don’t think that I didn’t notice.”

Me: “But you aren’t denying… so is that a sign?”

Gunjan: “No, I was just checking how far you will go. I need to be alert with you, then.”

Me: “Arey no no, it’s not like this. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

(My hand was still on her boobs)

Gunjan: “Hmm, I am not. That’s weird, but I feel nice when you hug me too.”

Me: “What else do you want? I am free to use.”

Gunjan: “Haha, nothing. Don’t think I am going to sleep with you tonight. I just like hugging a lot… and with being a female, sometimes these bad boys also want to be properly included.”

Me: “I like these bad boys.”

I could tell Gunjan was into me too, and as much as she denied wanting to go further, I could convince her easily. Now, I was more confident than ever.

Me: “So, how else are you comfortable with your other male friends?”

Gunjan: “Um, side hugs, hugs, kiss on the cheek. That’s my comfort with my male friends… but again, not all.”

Me: “Cheek kiss? You have never kissed me on the cheek. Not fair… I want a kiss, and I want to kiss your cheeks too.”

Gunjan: “Now?”

Me: “Yes… We have 20 more minutes. to sit here. Why not get comfortable even more?”

Gunjan: “Okayyy, but I should warn you… You might never recover from it.”

Me: “Hahaha, I don’t want to recover. Just kiss me already.”

Gunjan: “Close your eyes. I want you to feel how special it is.”

And she was right. When she kissed me on my cheek, my body shivered, and my boner started to rise. I wanted to kiss her hard on her lips then and there, but I controlled myself.

I slowly opened my eyes and told her that it was the best kiss I had ever gotten.

Gunjan: “Lucky you… I haven’t had the best kiss yet… not even on the cheek.”

Me: “I can give you that. I can at least try.”

Gunjan: “Try on the cheek, and we’ll see.”

I was so happy. I know it was just a cheek kiss, but I had been waiting for my lips to touch her body for months.

I asked her to close her eyes, and I put one palm on her neck, stroking with my thumb, and the other behind her ear into her hair. I leaned forward, kissed her near her lips, and did it slowly. Then I didn’t want to stop.

I kissed her cheek one more time and then her jawline, and on her earlobe. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth and then moved to her neck. She started breathing heavily, and I continued sucking on her neck. Then she stopped me.

Gunjan: “You always do more than I allow you to.”

Me: “But didn’t you like it? Be honest with me.”

Gunjan: “I did. That’s the problem.”

Me: “What’s the problem?”

Gunjan: “I think it will ruin a good friendship. You and I have long suffered in friendships. I don’t want to lose something good for lust. Please, let’s stop.”

I saw tears in her eyes, and I got worried. I didn’t want to ruin the night by rushing her. But one thing was clear: if I could make her believe that our friendship would stay the same, we could both enjoy ourselves. That’s where I thought the alcohol could help.

That’s it for Part 1, guys. A lot more happens after this, but you’ll have to wait for Part 2. It’s coming soon!

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Drop a like or comment and let me know, for Part 2, should I go with more dialogues and quick developments, or do you want the slow-burn style like this? I’d love to hear what you think!

Swapna, a curvaceous 28-year-old housewife with long black hair and a figure that turned heads, had grown tired of my tiny, disappointing dick.

Hi, I’m Raj 32 a 32-year-old IT employee in Mumbai. I had a short bit of good muscle. I was married 3 years ago. I thought I had led a wonderful life until my wife, Swapna, snapped me out of that dream.

It’s true that my cock is no bigger than a thumb—something she’d mockingly referred to as a “pathetic little nub” in our private moments. But it is what it is.

I have been working hard and staying loyal to my wife until today, and I thought of sharing my story.

It all started when I asked Swapna to get the vegetables from our market. She was a homemaker. She always stayed at home and ordered everything.

Me: You’re becoming lazy day by day. I don’t think that the vegetables and fruits you order online are fresh, so from tomorrow, get them from the market.

Swapna: It’s too far.

Me: How far?

Swapna: Like 500 meters.

Me: So you can go get everything and come back by walking

My wife is a bit shy, naive and a bit lazy. I had to make her move so she stays healthy and maintains her curves

The next day, Swapna went to the local market. She found a few tomatoes, an onion and some vegetables fallen on the ground, and it was not pleasant for her. She ran out of it and went a bit further. She saw a vendor selling in his private shop, which was a bit clean and nice

Rahul: Hi, ma’am, how can I help you today?

Swapna: Hi, get me half a kilo of tomatoes, onion and eggplant.

Rahul: Sure, and your total is 80.

Swapna: Are you sure? Is it that less when compared to online?

From then on, she started going there, and with the saved money, she used to buy some sexy dresses. This became a habit every weekend; she goes to get the required items for the week and cooks.

One weekend, she started to go shopping. In the middle, there was heavy rain, and she came to know that the shop was about to close due to bad weather.

Swapna: Rahul, are you closing the shop?

Rahul: Yes, ma’am, in such weather, it’s best to close, as customers won’t come

Swapna: But I came.

Rahul: You are our loyal customer.

Swapna: Fine, drop me at my house, ok.

Rahul: Sure, but I have a bike.

Swapna, half-drenched, sat on Rahul’s bike. On the way, there was a heavy tree that fell, and the road was blocked.

Rahul: This rain will not stop, ma’am. Let me take you to my house.

Swapna: Your house?

Rahul: Believe me, ma’am, I’m a gentleman.

Thinking not to get sick, she decided to go. Rahul couldn’t stop seeing my wife getting wet in the rain. Her saree is wet and is taking the shape of her body. Her boobs were getting wet while her white waist was shining.

Swapna: Ah, what was that

Rahul: Sorry, ma’am, it was a speed breaker

Swapna’s boobs touched Rahul’s back. The distance between them decreased. The inner temperature rose as they reached the house, and it was a decent 1BHK

Swapna: Rahul, you are staying alone, you are not married

Rahul: Nice joke, ma’am, I’m just 20 years old

Swapna: Really, you look so handsome and strong. I thought you were 25. Besides, you do the business

Rahul: I had a desire to keep my own shop, so I took out a loan and kept it.

Swapna wore a blue saree, drenched in the rain, so that anyone could see through her dress for the pink bra she wore

Rahul: Ma’am, you’re completely wet, and your dress is not good. Let me get some towels and clothes. Swapna came to the concessions and went into a room. Rahul handed out some of his clothes and a towel.

Swapna: I bet you did see that speed bump

Rahul: No, no, ma’am. I really did not see

Swapna: Anyway, your back is so hard that my boobs crushed on the…

Rahul: Sorry, ma’am, I will go and prepare tea.

Swapna was changing while Rahul went to dry himself and prepare some tea

Rahul: Ma’am, tea is ready

Swapna came out in a tight Pikachu dress where her boobs are bouncing off the t-shirt. Her tights were so thick and muscular that his shorts could not handle it.

Swapna: Sorry, I’m stretching out your dress

Rahul stood there for a while looking at her boobs, sexy thighs and juicy sketch of her pussy on the tight shorts she wore,

Swapna came forward and said, smiling, “Get married fast so you can cool things off”

Rahul: I did not get it, ma’am.

Swapna pointed her finger at his lower towel. Rahul completely forgot that he had an erection, and his tool was poking out of his towel.

Swapna: Your gf must be lucky enough.

Rahul: I don’t have a gf.

Swapna: Really, so you did not have sex before?

Rahul: No.

Swapna: Bring the vegetables to my house. I can’t get wet like this in the monsoon.

Day by day, he visited, and his attachment to my wife also increased. One day, he asked.

Rahul: Ma’am, why are there a lot of cucumbers and eggplants when you ordered?

Swapna (getting nervous and horny): Get married and you will know, anyway, it’s a special massage that I do after my husband leaves for work. It keeps me calm and happy.

Rahul: Please teach me how. I want to be calm and happy.

Swapna (laughing): Hahahaha, you don’t need them. Now go.

Rahul went to another house to sell the vegetables, but he had that question in his mind. So the next day, as he gave vegetables to Swapna, he stayed there till I left and peeked through the window.

My wife put on the TV, increased the volume, went into the kitchen and took a fresh cucumber and eggplant.

Swapna: Hum, which one shall I use today? Okay, I will use cucumber

She washed it gently, sat on the sofa, and lifted her nighty. Rahul was shocked to see her pink pussy so thin, tight and beautiful. Swapna started to insert the cucumber slowly into her pussy and started pressing her boobs. Rahul was not able to hold his breath and started masturbating

Swapna slowly increased the pace while biting her lips and closing her eyes, screamed, “Ya ya, come on, Rahul, you kid, how many times should I teach you to fuck me properly?”

Swapna: Ya, ya, just like that, increase the pace.

Rahul was shocked to hear his name. A few minutes later, Swapna cum and left to clean. Rahul could not sleep that night, and he cum, thinking of Swapna. The next day, at the same time, he thought to record, but came to my house the same evening.

Rahul: What, Raj, do you want some more cucumbers and eggplants?

Me (shouted): How dare you call me by name, you arrogant teenager.

Rahul: Oh, you know how to act as a man

My wife (Swapna) rushed out quickly and asked, “What happened? Why are you shouting?”

Me: It’s all because of you, you gave this brat so much leniency that he is calling me by my name

Swapna: Explain yourself.

Rahul: You hot chick, why shall I explain when I can show you?

He pulled out his mobile and played the video from the morning. I was using those eggplants and cucumbers to satisfy my wife’s pussy, inserting them in her pussy and ass. I took out the cucumber from the pussy and started deepthroating.

This all happened while my cock was locked in the cage, and I leaked 2 times before we started. My heart started to pound, fear kept on increasing, and I could hear what my wife was saying to me.

Swapna: You… You sissy… I … never thought you would do such reckless work, SISSY YOU IDOT IMPOTENT BITCH

Me: baby … pl … please listen to me

Swapna: How or what is there to listen to? I asked you to keep every window closed and door shut, but you couldn’t do that.

Me: Baby, I was so excited

Swapna: I did accept cause your cock doesn’t stand and it gets swollen when trying to fuck.

Rahul: Anyway, I’m going to upload it on the internet

Both my wife and I got dumb listening to that.

Both: WTF, what do you want?

Rahul: Good, now we are talking, convince your wife to sleep with me whenever I want, and this vid will never see the face of the internet

Swapna: You little piece of shit, you’re just 20 years, don’t try to act smart

Me: Give me that phone before I call the police

Rahul: Ya, ya, call whoever you want. Once they put a case and see the video, the police will come now and then to tease your wife. That would be a good option.

We were twisted on his word; if anyone else knows that, they will take the opportunity.

Me: Baby, please listen to him. Whatever he said is correct. If anyone else sees that vid, they will use it against us and will do bad things to you.

Swapna: What should I take responsibility for the shit you did? Should I sleep with this 20-year-old guy?

Me: See, he is just 20, he won’t last more than 5 min, you won’t feel a thing. Please, baby, I will do whatever you want.

Swapna slammed the door and locked it.
Me: Give us some time, Rahul. I will convene her. Come tomorrow night

The next morning, I went near her and asked, “Baby, what did you think about it?”

Swapna: What else is there? I should open my pussy to whoever comes and treats me like a whore

Me: No, baby, just once I will talk to him

Swapna: Do whatever you want, but that vid should not go out, else it will be the end of us. Rahul came that night, “So is she ready?”

Me: Yes, Rahul, she is in that room, but use a condom, and it’s just one time, else you can leave

Rahul: Fine

Rahul went inside the room and locked it,

Swapna: You piece of shit, if it were not for the vid, I would have beaten you like hell and opened that door. There is nothing personal that he should not know, and call him inside.

Me: Baby, what will I do

Swapna: Watch what your action did to me.

Rahul gently placed his hand on my wife’s hand and started with a kiss, but my wife did not respond.

Rahul: If I like this, I can’t do it, and Vid will be there

Me: Please, baby, do as he asks, kiss him, please let him fuck you

Swapna: Are you even hearing yourself, you impotent shit, asking your wife to have sex with a teen kid

I kept my head down and did not say anything
Swapna: lick my fucking pussy so that at least I get horny

Me: Sure, baby, anything

I stared, licking my wife’s pussy while Rahul kissed her passionately. He pulled her lower lip and bit her.

Swapna: Be gentle, Rahul

A stab in my heart when I heard that, but I couldn’t do anything

Swapna: Fine, now go to that corner and record whatever he is doing

Me: What?

Swapna: Yes, you moron, do as I say or else this will be the last, and take off your clothes.

I couldn’t imagine my wife saying this. I had to remove all my clothes and start recording them.

Rahul stood up, staring and said nothing

Swapna: What should I do now

Rahul: Like you don’t know

Swapna: fine fine

She pulled down his pants, and there sprang a big, thick, black mass

Swapna: Really! Are you 20 years old? I have never seen such a size

It was so big and thick that my cock started to erect. Swapna, without any second thought, took it in her mouth

Rahul: ya bitch, just like that, take it all in, aaaa aaaa that eggplant and cucumber deepthroat is working for you

Swapna gagged on his big cock, and in no possible way did she give a good bj to him
It’s been like 5 min and he is still on like a pro

Swapna: I can’t do it anymore

Rahul: I can take volunteers

Swapna looked at me

Me: What, no way

Swapna: I’m letting that thing tear me up because of you, and you don’t want to help me with that

She held me at my neck and hit me on my ass and bent me over his cock

Swapna: see how big it is, you sissy, kiss it, take it all in your bitch mouth

With no other choice, I had to take it. A few minutes later, I started to burst out. I couldn’t breathe, it was in my throat, and I cried

Swapna: That’s what a real cock feels like

Rahul, without any notice, pushed his cock deeper in my mouth and cum. As it was all in and I couldn’t breathe, I had to gulp that thick liquid while my wife, in shock, laughed. Swapna removed her clothes and gave an opening.

Rahul: Wow, what a beauty, those melons are the finest thing to eat

Swapna(blushed): Stop praising them

Rahul pounded on her like an animal and started kissing her, starting from her neck, to the forehead and on to the lips, but this time my wife couldn’t hold back and responded.

Swapna looked at Rahul and gave him a deep French kiss on his lips.
I was wondering what in the world a 20-year-old kid has that I don’t, but in the meantime.

Swapna, without any hesitation, spread her legs; within no time, Rahul was ready for the action.

Rahul: Get ready to take my monster

Swapna: Try your best, kid (with a confident smile), and tossed a condom

Rahul placed the head of his cock on my wife’s pink pussy and tried to push it

Swapna: I take my words back, you’re not a kid, it is so big I can’t take it. He will tear my pussy

Me: Come on, baby, you can take it

Rahul: aaaa it’s so tight and perfect, how couldn’t you fuck her bro

Swapna, it’s not like he couldn’t, if he tries to fuck, but couldn’t

Rahul: Anyway, let’s not waste any second

I watched in horror and twisted excitement as Rahul pounded her relentlessly. Swapna’s body arched, her nails digging into Rahul’s back as she screamed,

Swapna: “Yes, baby, harder! Fuck me like my husband never could—ohhh, God, yes! Ahhh, I’m your whore now!”

Her moans echoed through the room: “Mmmph, ohhh, Rahul, you’re hitting my spot—fuck, yes! Don’t stop, you bastard!”

I couldn’t control myself and I did a few strokes looking at my wife’s and cummed instantly.

Swapna: See, that’s your sissy dick, can’t even hold for 2 min. Look at him, he is not in his prime but still fucking making me scream like a whore.

Rahul grunted in response, slapping her ass hard, leaving red marks. “Take it, you slut,” he growled, his hips slamming into her with wet, slapping sounds.

Rahul held her neck and forced her breath. He was fucking her in doggy style and hitting her hard on her ass till it turned red. For every good number of strokes, they were changing the position.

Rahul: Why don’t I pound you raw

Swapna reaches out to his monster and takes off the condom he wore

I sensed that my wife had become a slave to his cock

Rahul: Yes bitch, that’s it, so tight and juicy

He continued to increase the pace and kept on stroking her harder than the previous one.
The whole room echoed with the intact sound of his cock and my wife’s ass

Swapna’s face contorted in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back as she cried out,

“Ohhh, fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh, yes, please remove it from me!”

Her body shook with orgasms, her pussy clenching around Rahul’s cock as he hammered away.

Finally, with a deep groan, Rahul exploded inside her, shooting hot ropes of cum deep into her. “Fuck, take it all, you cheating bitch,” he roared, collapsing on top of her.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Swapna glanced at me with a wicked smile. “See, hubby? This is what a real man feels like. And you, with your tiny dick, couldn’t save your wife. Now be a good sissy and lick his cum so that your wife doesn’t get pregnant.”

I reluctantly sucked the cum and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt like I saw a perfect sex partner with full-filled desire. My wife was covered completely with the cum, and Rahul cock was sagging in my wife’s hands.

Rahul woke up and chuckled, pulling out his phone to delete the video. But at the end, he said, “This was all your wife’s idea, she sent me that video, now I will be coming again with my friend, till then take care of her.”