Author: admin

In the last part, Kavya asked me to stop it, but I was in no mood to listen to her.

Guys who are reading this story, please remember. This is the best feeling ever. I shook her ass, and it was like a sweet bun with stuff filled inside it, and I literally enjoyed shaking it.

After that, I held her leggings and tried to undress her. I just moved those leggings just below her ass so that I get complete visibility of her ass and to suck. Oh my god! In a hot fucking clear view of the ass, and believe me, it was completely round and sexier than some US porn actor.

She was Bomb like hell. I got visibility of Her Light Blue Jockey Panty with flowers printed on it. It was very tight, and her ass was exactly fitted in it. I kissed her ass above the panties and put my fingers into her pussy and fingered with the panties on.

She completely surrendered to me and moved her body due to extreme lust. I kept on teasing her more.

Kavya – Vish, I can’t control it anymore! Fill my pussy with your dick and fuck me like hell. I want to take it very badly now! Ah…

Me – Madam! Wait, it takes a lot of time, and let me survey the land first, then only will we build the house. After kissing her ass over the panty for like 5 minutes, I moved to her navel, which was like a sponge and licked it like anything. After a few minutes, her navel was filled with my saliva.

Kavya – Wow, Vish! This was the complete day of my life, and I feel amazing.

She was moaning. I came to her ass again and removed her panties! Her white ass crack was like mind-blowing! I licked her ass, and what an aroma, guys. Believe me, it’s just amazing. Then I opened my tongue and licked her pussy with my ass facing me, and oh my God!

She moaned while I was licking her pussy from the middle of her ass crack. Then, I wanted to see her face, so I flipped her to the missionary and started licking her body from the start. I asked her to control it as it is a bus, and she wasn’t listening. So I removed her panties and put them into her mouth and made her mouth shut. It started from softcore and is now going crazy.

I came to her pussy. As I said before, it was already wet and clean-shaven. I think she shaved before boarding the bus or waxing. Not aware of those.

I licked her clitoris. She pumped to the top of the roof, and I held her to regain control. She is totally different in lust and in bed. I am lucky to have this girl, and honestly, her moaning started.

“Oh, Vish. Fuck! Ah, there exactly there.  I can’t control. Put your dick in. Tear my pussy. Best day of my life, bastard. fuck me… don’t tease me… I will scream now on the bus.”

While she says this, I was busy licking her pussy and literally in and out. Completely explored her pussy like anything. She produced a lot of juices, and she became wetter now! Even though I put her panties in her mouth, she spat them and moaned. She was absolutely material. She knows how to satisfy men.

I told the 69 position. Kavya said okay, and she came on top of me with my face pumped into her ass and her face facing my dick. I started licking again, and she started blowing me again. I don’t know who invented these 69 positions, but it’s a gem. She used to suck my dick, balls and everywhere passionately.

Since I already rubbed her too much, I just kept it simple but targeted directly to her clit. Both couldn’t resist, and we cum in 10 minutes. I drank her, and to my shock! She took mine into her mouth. Sex is at its peak during this time.

I stopped licking her and gave her some time to relax. She thought this was the end, and our conversation started.

Kavya – Oh, Vish! I never knew you were this wild. This is turning out to be the best day of my life. I thought you were innocent!

Me – Same here, Kavya. You came as silent yesterday night and have now become a silent killer and outperformed me in every area. Those moans were top-notch.

Kavya (shocked) – Did anyone hear? I said no, that’s why I put your panties in my mouth to control.

Kavya – where did you learn all these, Vish?

Me – Where do you learn? I learnt at the same place. (Both smiled).

Kavya was trying to wear her panties and was shocked to see that I threw them. She scolded me like anything, and I smiled and sat watching her cute, angry face.

By seeing me, she kicked my dick with lust, and I got aroused again!

This time, I made her sleep forcefully and sliced my fingers into her pussy. I had to hold her or else she would have run away. I stroked her pussy with one hand. I was pressing her boobs and licking them. I controlled her somehow, and she became silent.

Hopefully she got a practice (haha). After 15 minutes of fingering and intense moaning, she again released her juices. I asked to spit on my face. She sat above me with my face pointing to her pussy. And though girls will not get that load, it was decent enough to arouse me more.

I took it and drank it. She was shocked to see it, but in front of Lust, Nothing works! She began to separate from my mouth, but I didn’t leave her again and licked her asshole while fingering her pussy.

Me – Picture abhi baaki hai and told her to see the trailer now.

Kavya – Oh! Seems like I have to visit the doctor tomorrow because my underbody will be torn today.

I licked her asshole for sometime and decided to separate as our stop was near about 30 minutes.

Kavya – Vish, It was excellent! You are really good at oral sex and made me cum thrice.

Me – I know twice. Which was one more time?

Kavya – yesterday, when you touched my ass and your dick rubbed my ass.

Me – That aroused you, and why didn’t you tell me before!

Kavya – How you waited patiently for me as well. (Hahaha)

We both spoke while we were both semi-nude and decided to wear the clothes properly.

Kavya – you tore my pants, and what should I do now! My pussy is wet, and in white leggings, it looks awkward.

Me – No, Kavya – it is not torn. You know, it was my undies and I put them in your mouth (hahaha – I laughed like anything). You were in extreme lust, and you can’t even identify whose undies those were! Great Kavya, really, you are great.

Kavya kicked my dick again, and this time it was a bit hard. I felt the pain, but I grabbed her neck and kissed her again. I broke the kiss and kissed her forehead. Nothing happens, baby, chill.

Kavya – I know that, but I didn’t even get the clue. How come I became so Dumb! She laughed on her own

She decided to wear her dress and started to put on the panties. I said Hold on!

Kavya – What happened? You want me to come like this? Nude in the city?

Me – Hehe No way. I have one fantasy.

Kavya – I am getting more shocked now. What fantasy? Fucking me in public?

Me – That’s a good idea, but no, I respect privacy ( I laughed, too)

Me – Don’t wear your panties! Let’s exchange our undies for some time.

Kavya – Ah! I expected this. I am okay, but you might have to face the problem because my panties are very tight.

Me – you agreed! Really, let me handle that myself.

We exchanged our undies and wore them. I was feeling uncomfortable, but the experience was awesome. Kavya’s ass was looking bigger than expected. She, too, got a bit embarrassed, but that’s fine, she said later. I was unable to wear her panties at first, but she helped me later, and while helping, she licked my asshole. I was seriously shocked. She said how the shock was…

Me – you are more naughty than I thought. Let me show myself in the picture after some time.

We both adjusted our dress completely, exchanged undies, and sat in our seats, and the conversation started.

Me – Kavya, which Ice cream flavour do you like?

Kavya – Vanilla Cone is my favourite. Why are you giving me ice cream?

Me – I know an Ice cream factory here, so I thought of asking you so that I can get some ice cream.

Kavya – Oh, Vish.So Nice of you. She touched my dick and said Thank you.

Me – Touched her pussy and said Welcome.

That’s how we started playing like small people.

Kavya – So, where are we going now?

Me – you have your friend’s marriage right?

Kavya – Fuck that Marriage! What about your conference?

Me – I’ve already Fucked that conference. (Hahahaha) and showed her the New beachside private villa that I booked in the Night when you were sleeping. I texted the coordinators and told them I am not coming to the conference due to illness. My thing is sorted.

Kavya – I can’t do this because she is my childhood friend. She told me I’ll be away from you for just 2 hours tomorrow morning.

Me – Excellent. My Baby and what a dedication! I love you, baby, and I kissed her again.

Kavya – The picture has to be completed right, and she kissed me back.

I was excited to hear this, and I quickly texted the private villa team to arrange Vanilla flavour condoms and to prepare a romantic kind of decoration. I also told them we will be there within 1 hour. They told me it will be done. I was excited to see Kavya like this and spanked her ass one more time.

Our stops came, and we both prepared to board the bus. Kavya went first, and I followed her. We alighted near Central Bus Station, and it was around 8 in the Morning. The Bus Crew was looking at us awkwardly, and I understood it might be due to Kavya’s Moanings. I got excited and felt what fellow seat passengers felt. It was our last stop, and very few people were there.

I was still feeling uncomfortable with Kavya’s Panties and was adjusting my dick to the centre of the cloth. Kavya was laughing on the road after seeing it.

Kavya – Mr Vish, Where to go next? Villa or somewhere else?

Me – Where else do you want to go?

Kavya – Maybe for some shopping? I want to explore this place.

Me – Hey Kavya, It’s 8 AM. No shops will be open by this time. Let’s do some religious things and then enjoy ourselves.

Kavya – Yes, okay. Let’s do some religious things, but how?

Suddenly, a car came near both of us and greeted us. I also booked a car to drop by the villa, and it was that car. Kavya was shocked and appreciated that I did all this while she was sleeping.

We both sat like couples holding our hands and went to the Villa. I spoke to the driver in the local language so Kavya wouldn’t understand it and asked him to take the long route because I wanted to give Kavya the romantic surprise after religious things. Meanwhile, I asked them to clear everything and explained our plans.

We went to the Villa, and Kavya was very happy seeing the villa. It was a bed on one end, and on the other side, it was a beachside with completely private property, with a swimming pool and campfire stuff.

If you sleep on the bed, you would directly see the waves coming towards you, and it’s a really cool place, and no one would disturb us until we ask them.

Me – Kavya, how is this!

Kavya – It’s sexier than I thought. I have never been to these places before. My fuckmate has made some good plans.

Me – Have a bath and freshen up. Wear a saree. We are going to a temple.

Kavya – Okay, Master, as you say… Even though I wanted to visit there in the morning… Anyhow, how destiny will be! Only god knows.

Me – I’ll be back, and she went to the bathroom to take a bath.

I went to the reception and instructed them on what to do. First, I told them to complete the setup, and I would ping them as we were near the villa to do a romantic day setup. Second thing is to have a First Night setup by Night, and third would be a campfire setup, and the rest of whatever you do for a couple of things should be there.

I booked a rental car and will be ready in the next 30 minutes. I went back to the room, and Kavya was Nude, trying to wear her lingerie. I kept on seeing her body from a safe distance, and she wore her Bra, Panties, which was a bit okay now and wore a blouse, petticoat.

Finally, she wore a saree. I watched a complete movie and I had to control it. There was no option. Now I went to the bathroom, finished my Bath, and came back. Kavya called her dependents and said I reached safely, ” and a male passenger gave her very good company, which made her feel safe.

Though she was telling a lie, it was true. Isn’t it? I wore everything as Kavya did, and she watched me completely. It’s not much for men to wear. Just Undies, shorts, Shirt, Dhotis. We both looked like Husband and wife, and we did some photo shoots as well. After that, I got a call that a car had arrived, and we both went to the Lobby.

Kavya – Vish, what’s this?

Me – Our own car for 2 days, Kavya! Whispered and again said our own private.

Kavya – I’m very happy. Why are you doing it to a stranger whom you met on the bus?

Me – We are not strangers anymore. Means we did a lot of things, and we are friends now.

Kavya – Yes, absolutely, and by the time we reached the temple, we finished our rituals.

Me – Kavya! Let’s have breakfast, and I’ll take her to an old hotel where the food is really famous.

Kavya – Vish, it seems like you know all these places very well. How come this is possible?

Me – Yes, Kavya! Every week, I will fuck one girl in the bus, take her to this villa and repeat it. This is my weekend routine.

Kavya – (Hahaha) Laughed like anything and asked me for a genuine reason.

Me – I really like this place because one end is the Western Ghats and the other end is the seashore with religious things as well. People here are very sweet.

Saying this, we finished breakfast, and Kavya looked at the boner. I said – No need to look at it, Kavya. It’s down. ( Kavya Blushed ). We came out and boarded the car.

Kavya – Vish, I feel strange that you booked a self-driving car. Are you planning something?

Me – Yes, Kavya – Haven’t you seen porn! They fuck in cars. This is my Plan (I laughed after saying this)

Kavya – Common! You make jokes every time.

So we roam the city for some time and spoke about all the unexplored decent topics, family and everything, and she felt really happy and satisfied about this.

Suddenly, I stopped near a shopping mall where she asked me to go shopping around 8 AM, and I returned around 11 AM. She thanked me and went inside. While walking, she asked me.

Me – what do you want to shop for?

Kavya – Secret! What do you want to shop for?

Me – Secret.

We both split up, and after our shopping, we decided to call each other once to reunite. Agreed!

After 1 hour, we both met in a place where our hands were full of bags. Neither is revealing what’s inside. Curiosity guys. Understand!

Me – Kavya – Let’s go back and change our outfits. We can explore more.

Kavya – Yes, you are right! Let’s go.

I texted the Villa team to get things ready. She agreed to it.

Meanwhile, I took the same long route so that things would be prepared perfectly. I got a ping from the villa team, ‘Ready’. We drove the car to the villa, and I handed the villa key to Kavya, and she went first. I followed her.

She unlocked the door and went inside. I kept the handbag and relaxed a bit in the waiting room, and was told to let me go to the washroom and come. I said okay. Later, she screamed out of joy.

Kavya – Vish, What is this! Villa people made arrangements like this, and it was a wild day celebration for a couple.

Me – I liked it anyhow. They did it exactly.

Kavya – oh hoo! Then this is all your plan.

I didn’t let her complete it. Grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Let me tell my readers how the setup was

The bed was decorated with Dark Red petals (resembling a master-slave sexual concept), Text – WILD written with petals. And a pack of Manforce condoms. Chocolate because it suits dark, and the room lighting was dark to match the setup. I threw her to bed, and we were still in traditional outfits.

I opened her Pallu first and kissed her from top to bottom at first glance. While kissing, my hands were touching all over her body. I squeezed her boobs and ass many times, to which she moaned silently – kissed her ears.

I whispered in her ear, There are no sound restrictions here. It’s a private villa. I then removed her blouse with one hand while kissing her intensely. She was in her white bra now, and I removed her saree and pettie. She’s back to white lingerie with White Bra and panties.

Damn, she was looking absolutely stunning in those whites. Just imagine you are in a room with a girl and she’s lying on the bed with whites. God damn! I couldn’t control the boner. I asked her if she wanted to do it with polite permission.

She said, “Yes, you fucker, please tear my cunt. I want it. I asked her if she wanted to use the handcuffs, and she said yes. Why waste the efforts of the villa team? I tied the handcuffs to both of her hands, and it looked absolutely beautiful.

I removed all my dresses and to her matching, I too had white’s as inner. She was shocked and said, This match is made in heaven. (Hahaha)

I went near her, started kissing her again on the lips, unhooked her bra and started sucking her nipples.

Kavya – Vish!

Hearing this, I became wild. I removed her panties and started fingering her. Though it was Villa, she screamed like anything, and it was very loud, and anyone would think I was forcing her and not Sex. It was up to that level. (Hahaha). She pumped all over the bed like anything.

Kavya – Vish… please don’t arouse me like this… if you arouse, don’t leave me like this… I am all yours, sleeping nude…. Your dick is waiting to enter my pussy… put it in and show me the real world…. Ah…. Oh…. You finger very well.. better than me… oh fuck…. Oh yes…

Me – Kavya, my darling, you have very beautiful boobs! Navel and ass.

I reached to her pussy and licked her cunt for a very long time, and the room was filled with moaning sounds and the complete aroma of our sweat.

After 45 odd minutes of oral sex ( we broke for a break). I asked her if he had experience before. All out of curiosity

Kavya – Dude! Virgin pussy – don’t you come to know when you insert your hand?

Me – If I were experienced, I would have known, but even I am fresher

Kavya – So you are a virgin as well! But your actions don’t say you are!

Me – Actions came from observations!

Me – Kavya, are you ready for kinky fantasy?

Kavya – I am up for anything. I wanted to explore each part of sex.

Me – Let’s have Anal Sex.

Kavya’s face completely changed.

End of Part 3 – Story will be continued in the next parts.

Hello dosto, aap sab ka ye apki kutiya nayi series mein swagat karti hai. Aap jante hi hai mera naam Priya hai. Aur mera size figure aur skin colour aur baki sab. Agar nahi to jakar meri pichli story padh le.

Ye story pichli wali stories se milti hai par utni nahi. To agar aap continue karna chahe to kar sakte hai.

To baat uss time ki hai jab maine meri pichli stories yaha publish ki thi. Mujhe achhe response mile aur comments bhi. Aur feedback bhi aa rahe the meri email id [email protected] par. Bahot achi lagi thi meri story sabko. Aur sab ne mujhse baat kari Google Chat par. Kuch se maine phone sex bhi kiya. Apne nudes share kiye. Sab kuch theek thaak chal raha tha.

Par phir ek ladka aaya jisse baat karte karte mujhe bahut maza aaya. Humne hamari fantasies share ki. Wo meri fantasies sun ke excited ho gaya par phir mayus bhi ho gaya. Lekin uski fantasies sunke mujhe bahot maza aa raha tha.

Fantasies kuch aesi thi:

Priya (yani main): Extreme BDSM, humiliation, gaaliyan sunna, muth peena, hamesha nanga rehna, sirf ladko ka cum aur lund hi body par rehne dena, chut ki laal hone tak pitayi, whipping, caning, public degradation, group groping in public places, gangbang…

Vinay (naam badla hai): khoon na nikle tab tak BDSM aur whipping, public mein mujhe nanga ghumana aur mujhe bechna, mere nipple ko hamesha nipple clamps pehenna, body writing karke cam show karwana, din raat chodna, bhikhario ko daan mein meri chut dena, sex parties mein mujhe le jaaega esa wada kiya…

Aur jis fantasy mein mujhe uska diwana kar kar diya, wo thi public men’s washroom mein mujhe urinal aur cubicle, dono mujhe banna hoga. Matlab sab aayenge aur mere muhme mutenge aur hugenge. Ye sunte hi meri aankhe chamak gayi. Maine ha kar di.

(Video call par)

Vinay: Jaldi mat kar. Soch le ek baar kyoki phir mana nahi kar payegi.

Priya: (boobs dabate hue) Kuch nahi sochna. Mujhe ye sab chahiye. Main kuch bhi karungi iske liye.

Vinay: Apne mummy papa ke samne bhi karna padega aur baki sab jo log bolenge…

Priya: Kuch bhi karungi. Tujhe jo karwana hai, karwa mujhse. Main nangi bhikh bhi maang lungi aur bhikhario se chud bhi lungi. Par wo toilet wala roz karungi main.

Vinay: Kutiya, chut dikha apni.

(Maine camera set karke chut dikhayi)

Vinay: Randi, ab apni chut par hath rakh ke kasam kha ke tu meri randi kutiya hai aur tu ab se sab kuch karegi jaisa main kahunga.

Priya: (Chut par hath rakh kar aur nipples ko pinch karte hue) Main, Priya, Vinay ki Randi kutiya, ye kasam khayi hu ki ab se main wo sab karungi jo tu kahega.

Aur maine fingering karni start kar di.

Priya: Mujhe milna hai tumse kal hi. Bolo na tum kaha rehte ho… Main aati hu waha.

Vinay ne city ka naam kaha aur meri aankhe phir se chamak uthi, kyoki wo meri purani city thi jaha par watchman se chudi thi main.

Priya: Tum kaha rehte ho!? Main pehle isi city mein rehti thi!

Aur Vinay ne jo address bataya, wo mera hi tha. Main phir usi watchman ke paas jaane wali thi.

Priya: Tumne meri stories padhi thi na??

Vinay: Haa. Kyo, kya hua??

Priya: Tum jaha reh rahe ho, wo mera hi flat tha. Aur watchman wahi purana wala hi hai. To main phir se uske samne aaungi to wo mujhe wahi nangi kar dega.

Vinay: Waah! Kutiya, apne hi purane flat mein chudne aa rahi hai aur watchman bhi yahi hai to ab tu wahi pe uski cabin mein rahegi, pura din nangi kutiya ki tarah, patte se bandhi hui… par wo tere gale mein nahi, tere nipple clamps se juda hoga, wo patta. Aur sirf chudne ke liye tu apne flat mein mere paas ayegi.

Priya: Tumne meri iccha puri kar di, Vinay. Meri bahut iccha thi ki main Sachin ke paas wapis jau aur pure city mein bina kisi dar ke din ke ujale mein nangi kutiya bankar ghumu aur sabse chudwati rahu.

Priya: Main kal pakka aa rahi hu aur nangi hi aa rahi hu car se. Driver ko blowjob de rahi hu aur nangi baith rahi hu car mein.

Maine ghar par mummy papa ko bola ki, “Sweety, meri friend ke ghar ja rahi hu kuch dino ke liye…” jo ki thoda dur tha to main time week ka bol ke nikli ghar se.

Ghar se kapde pehene the maine normal t-shirt aur jeans jo ki bahot purani thi aur fek hi deni thi. Maine cab book karwayi thi cash on delivery per.

Jab driver aaya to main car mein baithi aur use offer diya. Pehle usne mana kiya par phir blowjob aur boobs slapping mein maan gaya.

Maine car mein baithne se pehle saare kapde utar diye aur nangi baith gayi, kapde wahi road par chodkar. Puri car journey mein usme mere boobs per bahot baar slap kiya. Wo laal ho gaye the. Aur maine use 5 baar blowjob diya tha.

Main jaise hi car se nikli, din mein hi road per kutiya ban gayi. Vinay mere gale mein patta bandhkar mujhe gate ke paas laya.

Sachin: Are! Meri kutiya wapis aa gayi apne malik ke paas. Randi, ab tu ghar nahi jayegi aur yaha tu chudne nahi aayi hai humse.

Sachin: Maine hi Vinay se kaha tha ki tujhse baat kare kyoki story maine bhi padhi thi. To ye hamara plan tha tumhe yaha laane ka. Asal mein hum yaha randikhana khol rahe hai jisme sirf ek hi randi hogi aur wo tu hogi. Jo 24/7 365 available hogi. Aur koi bhi service ho 1 rupee mein karogi tum.

Sachin: Tum mahine ke 1 crore chudkar dogi hume ya phir hum tujhe punishment denge; sex parties mein le jayenge free mein. Aur haa, tere sab photos aur videos ab viral honge. Hum tujhe pornstar bhi bana denge.

Priya: Jo karna hai, karo… lekin, wo toilet wala roz 5 ghanta.

Vinay: Humari kutiya ki ye iccha bhi puri hogi.

Main ban gayi jo unhone kaha tha. Meri life chal rahi hai chudai ke sath nangi. Bina kapdo ke rehne ki adat ho gayi ab. Aaj 2 month ho gaye aur main 8 sex parties mein ja chuki hu as a punishment kyoki 1 crore nahi hote mahine ke. Highest 70000 hua tha.

Dosto, mere randikhane ka naam hai “1Rupee wali Randi”. Log mujhe gangbang rani ke naam se bhi jante hai. Main shehar mein nangi hi ghumti hu har jagah. Log chodte rehte hai aur main chudwati rehti hu. Ye chut chudne ke liye hi to hai. Main India se hi hu. State nahi bata sakti. Par north mein hi hai. Main South Indian nahi hu.

Jo bhi ladke mujhse milna chahte hai, wo mujhe mail kar sakte hai [email protected] par. Aur jo bhi ladki puri privacy ke sath mujhse dirty talk karna chahe, wo bhi mail kar sakti hai. Aur ha, sab ko Vinay ka mail bhi deti hu to kisi ko uska contact karna ho to wo bhi kar sakte hai. Vinay ka mail hai [email protected]

Main photos aur videos aur nudes bhi share karungi pehle 3 feedback walo ko.

To aap sabko kaisi lagi meri aage ki story?? Comments mein zaroor bataiyega aur fir mail bhi kijiyega. Abhi main chalti hu. Kuch dino baad phir aaungi nayi kahani ke sath.

Hi readers, this is my first story. If you liked, please do mail me.

In this story, we have 3 characters. Let me introduce them.

The first character is Hritik (name changed), aged 24. He completed his engineering and hails from Mumbai. He shifted to Delhi for a job. Being an engineering graduate and good at skills, got the job at an MNC. Hritik has a gym-toned six-pack body.

Coming into the dark side of his life. During his college days, he was obsessed with the senior girls. He was always fond of the girls older than him by 2-5 years of age gap. He was smart and knew how to handle girls.

During his college days, many senior girls used to sleep with him due to his physique and his nature. He was a gem of a person, looking decent and always active in college. Girls even knew he had relations with many older girls. But no one wanted to marry him, just to spread their legs to reduce their stress.

In this way, Hritik always got a very good number of pussies of his seniors for his pleasure. He was also clever, but never revealed this to anyone. Girls trust such a kind personality, which was his belief, and it was a fact.

Due to this, he got many virgin girls. Hritik made them lose their virginity for him. He always used a condom to have new pussies.

Next character is Ritu (name changed), aged 26, who did her engineering from Mumbai. She was also a senior to Hritik during his college days. Now Ritu is also in Delhi, working in an MNC.

I am sure you guys might have guessed it, Ritu was Hritik’s senior. Yes, she is also one of the pussies seen by Hritik. Hritik always maintains friendly relations with girls and knows how to handle them.

The third character is Shruthi (name changed), who is also the heroine of this story. She hails from Bangalore, completed her engineering, and moved to Delhi for a job. Luck brought her to work with Ritu’s office. Shruthi was a cute girl aged 27, belonging to a respected family.

Her father was in the bank, and her mother was a housewife. Her elder brother is a doctor at a famous hospital. They lead a modern life with moderate values. Shruthi’s parents trust her a lot, and she loves her parents and her brother.

They are searching for a well-educated groom from their own community for their only daughter, and Shruthi also believes in arranged marriage. By this age, Shruthi is still a virgin, having focused on her studies and career.

Currently, Ritu and Shruthi are roommates and good friends in such a metro city that keeps life busy. They used to roam and do shopping together, go to movies, etc.

The story starts when Ritu and Shruthi visit the pub in the city. Both have adjusted to Delhi life. When Ritu and Shruthi are in the pub, Ritu sees one hand waving at her, and that guy comes to her. To her surprise, it is Hritik who was her junior.

Shruthi is standing next to Ritu, both in one-piece miniskirts covering till the thighs.

Ritu- What a surprise, Hritik, you are here, it’s been a long time. (smile and greet)
Hritik- Hey Ritu, me too yaar, after so many long years, almost 2 years.

Ritu- Yeah, yeah, Hritik, how will you remember me when you have so many to (See Shruthi)? I mean, friends.

Shruthi has no clue what their past is, and she gives a smile. Hritik sees a new girl who is standing with Ritu, sees her shapely assets on her front and long legs from her skirt. Ritu notices it.

Ritu- Hritik…she is my new friend, my roommate, and my colleague, Shruthi from Bangalore. Shruthi, he is my friend and my junior in college, Hritik. Don’t mind Shruthi, he is a bit naughty with girls.

Shruthi- Hi, Hritik.

Ritu notices Hritik, the way he is looking at Shruthi, and smiles.

Shruthi- Ritu, excuse me, I will go to the washroom.

Ritu- Yeah, Shruthi, I will wait here.

As Shruthi walks to the washroom, Hritik sees her backside, such a nice view, shapely, firm ass.

Ritu – Hritik, what are you looking at, you idiot, you still haven’t changed. You boys will never change.

Hritik- Ritu, you know me, still you pull my legs. Your friend is too beautiful, yaar. Such a shapely ass what I lust for.

Ritu- Hritik, she is not of that type, belongs to a good family with different beliefs. Her parents are searching for a groom for her marriage.

Hritik- Ritu, please yaar, do something na. I want her tonight in my bed. If I don’t have this beauty in my bed, it’s a waste for me to be a Playboy like this. Let her parents search for a groom for her, but I don’t want any marriage with her yaar, want to taste her once, that’s it. You know I never reveal any girl who spends time in my bed.

Ritu-  I know, Hritik, you are always good at doing emotional blackmail. Let me try to talk to her to convince her to sleep with you tonight.

Hritik- Ritu, please yaar, don’t make me miss this pussy, I don’t want to miss this beauty.

Hritik leaves for the other side. By that time, Shruthi comes back.

Shruthi-Ritu, who was he? I felt he was a close friend of yours that’s a junior to you in college.

Ritu- Shruthi, he is of a different personality, you know. Hritik was always good at studies, always active in college. Girls were always behind him, such a personality he is.

Shruthi – Interesting yaar, and he has a good friendship with senior girls.

Ritu- That’s the secret baby.

Shruthi- What do you mean?

Ritu smiles and eyes towards Shruthi’s pussy.

Shruthi- My god, crazy, yaaar.

Ritu- Seriously, Shruthi, he loves the girls older than him, especially 2-3 years older.

Shruthi- so that means he made you spread your legs for him, and your pussy is opened by him.

Ritu- Hahahaha of course, it’s Hritik, Shruthi.

Shruthi- I can’t believe Ritu, I never thought you were such a crazy girl.

Ritu- Come on, Shruthi, you are 27, don’t you have an urge? It’s natural, yaar, tell me, don’t you feel you want to try this?

Shruthi- Ritu, who won’t have an urge for this, its body needs.

Ritu- That’s what Shruthi, how long you want to stay like this, why don’t you make up your mind once to try this?

Shruthi- Ritu, what are you saying? You know my parents are searching for a groom for my marriage. At this point, it will be risky, right?

Ritu- Come on, Shruthi, you are in Delhi, who will know it? Come on, it’s time to lose your virginity, yaar.

Shruthi- Ritu, are you ok tonight? You speak differently.

Ritu – Don’t you trust me?

Shruthi- I trust you, Ritu, but…

Ritu- Don’t worry, Shruthi, no one will ever know that you lost your virginity, baby. Hritik is too good at making girls lose their virginity. Shruthi, don’t say no, let us make it the last day you are a virgin baby.

Shruthi- Ritu, I don’t know what to say.

Shruthi gets confused, but Ritu overrides her thinking.

Ritu—Come on, Shruthi, don’t think so much (signals Hritik to come)

Shruthi- Ritu, is it safe?

Ritu- Shruthi, no one will ever know what happened tonight, and people in Bangalore will never know you lost your virginity in Delhi to a younger boy.

Shruthi- Don’t know yaar.

Hritik reaches and smiles at Ritu, and she smiles back. Hritik asks Ritu with eyes about Shruthi, Shruthi is in confusion, her mind says no, but her pussy needs it tonight. Ritu winks at Hritik, and he is happy for it.

Ritu- Shruthi don’t think so much. Come on, Hritik, take her, just enjoy Shruthi, it’s just a matter of one hour or so, I will wait here, baby.
Hritik- Yeah, Ritu, I have taken one room, upper floor of the pub, here they provide rooms, you know.

Ritu- Come on, Hritik, take her. Shruthi is your babe tonight, come on, Shruthi.

Hritik- Shruthi, shall we?

Shruthi eyes down, and Hritik put his hand over her waist, giving a gentle press so she would walk. Both come out of the pub and take the stairs to move upstairs.

Hritik – Shruthi, don’t worry yaar, it’s ok, don’t think so much.

Shruthi walks inside, and the door closes. Ritu is inside the pub having a slight beer and enjoying the DJ.

Shruthi- Hritik, I never thought these things here with a stranger. I never thought I would break the trust of my parents. I am sure Hritik is in this bed, many girls were nude, and today is my turn for this bed.

Both face each other, look into each other’s eyes, Hritik holds her waist, and rubs it in lust. Shruthi made up her mind to lose her virginity. Her zip gets opened from the back, and her skirt gets removed. Hritik sees the beauty of Shruthi in a bra and panties with branded ones that she prefers.

He opens her bra hooks and pulls her semi-thong from her waist, making her nude.

Hritik- Shruthi, I have made many girls stand nude like this in front of me, almost all are older than me. Trust me, such a beauty I have never seen, baby, come on, let us make this night memorable.

He slowly made her lie on the bed. Hritik gets nude and comes over to her, seeing her eyes, kisses her forehead. One hand goes down and touches her virgin pussy, which is getting to open tonight. Hritik touches her pussy. She feels the first manly hand touch her pussy, and closes her eyes.

He moves back and spreads his legs and wears the condom to his dick and sets it to Shruthi’s pussy.

Hritik- Are you ready, baby, to lose your virginity? You will never forget this Hritik for your lifetime, the man who opened your seal.

Shruthi- Yes, Hritik, please be gentle.

Hritik- Shruthi, don’t worry.

He sets the dick and starts to push slowly, the immense, tight pussy she has, he feels so happy, which he can’t express.

Hritik- OMG, Shruthi, you are so tight, sweety.

Hritik pushes his dick slowly where Shruthi feels the first penetration. It stretches her pussy muscle, and a massive dick gets inside her slowly. her pussy is getting adjusted to it slowly, and Hritik gently handles it.

Shruthi closes her eyes and covers Hritik in her arms, holding his back tight. She feels the pain of losing her virginity, but it’s different.

Hritik- Shruthi, just 2 minutes, that’s it.

He pushes slowly as her pussy gets adjusted and pushes deep inside, and lies over her. Shruthi covers him in her arms tightly, and tears flow from her eyes, and Hritik smiles with pride.

Hritk- Don’t worry, baby.

As pussy adjusted to his dick, he slowly started to move in and out. He feels some liquid and puts his hand and checks the blood stains of Shruthi from her pussy. He feels immense happiness.

Hritik- Shruthi, damn, you are so tight, I never had such pussy in my life.

He starts slowly. Within a few minutes, the pain turns to pleasure. Shruthi starts her moans slowly, and Hritik starts to hump her slowly.

Hritik- Don’t worry, Shruthi, today is the last day of your tightness in your pussy. I have made all the girls lose. I love girls losing their virginity to me, especially the older ones.

He starts humping.

Shruthi- Hritik, I never had this before. I never thought I would lose my virginity tonight here.

Hritik- Shruthi, you missed such a pleasure, baby, but don’t worry, you long for more after this.

Both moaning in pleasure. Hritik humps her for 20 minutes, slow and steady. Shruthi gets her first orgasm from a boy younger than her, and that too a stranger. Hritik spills out in a condom, and both get the extreme pleasure. After some time, both clean up and start wearing the dress.

Hritk- Are you ok, baby? Thank you, Shruthi. You are so good and cooperative. Don’t worry, what happened here in Delhi at this pub, no one will ever know it.

Shruthi- Thank you, I will never forget you, the guy who made me a woman from a girl.

Hritik- Shall we move Shruthi? Ritu will be waiting for us.

Both get dressed up and come downstairs as Shruthi walks. Hritik can clearly feel the change in her walking style. Ritu smiles as both enter, returning after almost one hour. Ritu smiles at Hritik. Hritik shows a hand signal super. Shruthi feels a bit ashamed.

Ritu- Told you, Hritik, she is a virgin.

Hritik- Ritu, she was damn tight yaar, thanks Ritu. Nowadays, it’s difficult to get a virgin pussy.

Shruthi feels shame and looks down. Shruthi lost what she will never get back in her life, her virginity.

Hritik greeted them and left.

Ritu- Shruthi, are you ok? Don’t worry, yaar, one of the other days someone definitely had your pussy. But Hritik got this lovely chance(wink). Nothing to worry, Shruthi, no one will ever know what happened to you or that you lost your virginity.

Both leave from the pub back to their room.

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Hello everyone. This is Milflover back with the story after the response that I got from the fifth part of my story. I didn’t expect that, even after 2 years, I would get the response that I got.

But most of the people were asking about the ‘Nephew Losing Virginity To Sexy Widow Aunt.’ Don’t worry, I am writing that as well and would hopefully try to publish that too.

Let’s begin with what happened next. The next morning, I woke up feeling relaxed. I had no idea where I was sleeping. I didn’t even remember I was in Sri Lanka at a beach resort. I woke up and saw Bhabhi and Aunt having tea while having a conversation. I couldn’t hear as they were on the balcony.

I went outside and wished both of them good morning and kissed Bhabhi very passionately on the lips. Then, when I looked at my aunt, she was feeling jealous but couldn’t say anything. It was a secret that we were already living as a couple back in India.

Bhabhi: Go, boy, kiss your aunt as well!

Me: Should I kiss you, Aunt?

Aunt came forward and said in my ear, “Don’t forget I have your rights. I am not saying anything; it doesn’t mean you would do such things. You are only mine once we get out of here.”

I agreed and kissed Aunt on her cheeks and went to get freshened up. But what happened behind my back, I had no idea. Later, I got to know that Bhabhi had given every detail of our sexual encounters. That is why Aunt was getting a little bit possessive.

We went out for some time after breakfast. It was such an amazing feeling that 2 absolutely MILF beauties were around me, and people were looking at us. I was happy and jealous at the same time when men and even women would stare at us.

Giving the details of the outfits that were making the heads turn and stares from the females. I would want to tell you that Aunt was wearing a sheer blouse. It was revealing the cleavage, with tight shorts defining her chubby Milf body.

Bhabhi was wearing a slit maxi dress, looking absolutely beautiful like a doll. It made me think about how big a fool my aunt’s brother is, who doesn’t give her enough time. How lucky I am, fucking and roaming with two absolutely beautiful ladies.

Throughout the day, we went from streets to restaurants to cafes and sightseeing attractions. It was kind of a rest day for us from a sex point of view. We were out for around 7-8 hours maximum in one day on this trip. But my brain had a good idea for tonight as well.

The idea was to see both ladies have sex with each other while I enjoy two of them having a piece of each other. While I sit back and enjoy my rest day after many sessions in the past few days, since we were on the trip.

We came back to our hotel room, and I started a discussion.

Me: I was thinking, why don’t you two beautiful ladies have a taste of each other today?

Aunt and Bhabhi at the same time: What do you mean to say?

Me: I mean to say, what about you two having a lesbian encounter while I enjoy sitting on the couch and just relaxing after so many days of hard work?

Aunt: I haven’t done it before; I have no idea how to do it with a female. I am not up for it.

Bhabhi: Neither am I; I don’t think that this can happen.

Me: Bhabhi, you haven’t really given me my gift yet; this is my gift—I want to see you both enjoying each other.

Bhabhi: Your Aunt and you fucked each other last night, that was your gift, don’t forget what the deal was.

Me: I am not forgetting that, but please do it for me. I beg both of you to make up with each other.

They kept looking at me and each other. And then, suddenly, my aunt went forward to kiss Bhabhi. I was smiling to see both of them kissing each other. The passion started to show within the first few minutes. Both of them started to press each other’s boobs, and I was rock hard.

I was enjoying what they were doing. They started to remove their clothes, and I was shocked to see that Bhabhi had been roaming without a bra the whole day. Both were nude by now and were exploring each other.

I had never seen lesbian porn in my life. My first experience was so amazing, seeing two of the dream women I wanted to be with enjoying each other.

Me: Get into the 69 position NOW!

They ignored me and kept enjoying each other for long enough that I had to force them to get into the 69 position. Aunt was the one who was more dominant.

Bhabhi: Aahh! Aahh! Didi, keep going. I never thought this could be so fucking good..

Aunt: You as well keep fingering me; I am loving it. Oh, Yes. Don’t stop.

I had thought that I would tell you to instruct them on what to do, but I didn’t need to give the women instructions. I was enjoying the pleasure from the couch itself with my rock-hard cock in my hand. After a very long time, I was using my hand on my tool, and that was absolutely worth it.

They changed their positions so that Bhabhi was at the top, and they were rubbing their pussy against each other while Aunt kept pressing Bhabhi’s boobs. They were so reluctant, but not really. They were enjoying each other, even forgetting that I was present in the room.

Later, they switched positions, and now Aunt’s boobs were getting pressed hard by Bhabhi. Both of them were completely lost in each other, and the moans filled the room with such sexy sounds that I can’t explain just by writing.

The “uhhh,” “ahhh,” “siii,” and “yess” were going on, and in between, they were cussing each other as well.

Aunt: My brother is a shame; even I am enjoying his wife after my nephew, but he is of no use.

Bhabhi: Shut up, Didi, and focus on us. Now I understand why that bastard wanted to fuck you.

Then they came into a position where they were simultaneously rubbing each other’s pussy so hard that they were about to cum. I have stopped using my hand because I wanted to finish after them.

With a loud moan, Bhabhi finished, and Aunt called me to drink her load. Soon after that, Aunt finished as well, but I forced Bhabhi to drink this time. I was still hard, as I had stopped masturbating in between, though it was very tough to control.

Both ladies begin to fight for the blowjob. The possessiveness was visible, though I was enjoying both tongues on my tip. They were so perfect as a duo that I was so horny that I couldn’t even last 5 minutes. I came so hard on their faces that they started to laugh.

One by one, we went to clean ourselves, and I thanked both of them for such a wonderful experience that they gave me. Both were thankful as well because they tried something new. Later, we had a late-night dinner and cuddled together and slept in the same bed and blanket, nude.

What happened in the final few days, I will share with you once I receive a positive response. You can read my previous stories as well and give me feedback at my email address [email protected]. I will respond to every email.

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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