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Hello doston, mera naam Rahul hai aur mein Delhi mein rehta hoon. Meri family mein mere mummy, papa, aur do behen hai, jinka naam hai Kanchan aur Preeti. Meri badi behn Kanchan badi hi seedhi ladki hai, bilkul hi gaay (cow) jaise, lekin Preeti haraamzadi hai.

To kissa shuru hota hai jab mein college mein entry li thi 1st year ke aur meri didi Kanchan (28) aur Preeti (24) apne-apne universities mein thi. Mein patla sa ladka tha, khaali ghar pe, lekin meri dono behne chubby-chubby si hai.

To humare ghar ke bathroom mein setting kuch is type hai ki wahan pe upar side ventilation ke liye space khaali hai aur wo open hota hai mere room mein, lekin thoda upar hai. To ek baar meri behn badi wali raat ko shampoo karne gyi to mere khaali mann mein khayal aaya, “Kyo na didi ko dekha jaaye?” Lekin question tha, “Dekha kaise jaaye?”

Phir mein ne kuch setting ki chair ko arrange kiya ki halka-halka bathroom dikh raha tha. To mein ne himmat karke darte-darte bathroom mein jhanka. Mere to hosh udd gaye. Maano, meri lottery lag gyi ho. Kanchan didi poori nangi thi – gora badan, bade-bade chuche. Mein ne mast muth maari didi ko kapde badalte hue dekh ke.

Phir jab didi bahar aayi, ab mein didi se nazre nhi mila pa rha tha. Aur phir ek muth maari sab kuch imagine karke. Bhai, mazaa aa gaya tha us din.

Phir, maano, mujhe bhoot sawaar ho gaya. Mein ne ek-ek karke sab ladies ko nanga nahate hue dekha. Sab ko dekh-dekh ke muth maari. Maze hi maze they life ke. Muth mein apni behno ko dekh ke hi maarta tha. Sabse jyaada maza to Preeti ko dekh ke aata tha; gora badan aur clean shave pussy aur underarms. Matlab, mazaa swarg, bhai log.

Phir ek din aaya meri zindagi mein jhatka. Kanchan didi naha rahi thi aur mein unhe dekh kar muth maar raha tha. Aur tabhi mere room ka darwaza khulta hai aur Preeti didi mujhe range hatho pakad leti hai. Meri gaand phat ke 4 ho jaati hai. Preeti kuch nhi bolti aur chali jaati hai.

Mein phataphat neeche utarta hoon aur bhagta hua Preeti ke pass jaata hoon, “Preeti sun… sun na ek baar.”

Preeti kuch nhi bolti aur aage jaati rehti hai. Mujhe to laga mera khel khatam, lekin Preeti ne kisi ko kuch nhi bola. Mujhe hairani hui, lekin khushi bhi hui. Phir kuch din to mein aur Preeti kuch bolte hi nhi hai. Aur mein ab nahate hue dekhna bhi band kar diya tha.

Ab thode din baad Preeti mujhe alag se room mein bulati hai. Meri gaand phat jaati hai, aur sochta hoon, “Ab to mein gaya.”

Preeti: Rahul, kab se kar raha hai ye sab?

Me: Kya?

Preeti: Maar thappad? Batao sabko?

Me: Are, nhi nhi… aage se nhi hoga.

Preeti: Kab se chalu hai?

Me: Thode din hue hai.

Preeti: Sabko dekha hai?

Me: Haan… almost sabko roj.

Preeti: Mujhe bhi dekha hai?

Me: Haan ji… ek do baar waxing karte hue bhi dekha hai… aur fingering karte hue bhi.

Preeti: Haraamzaade!!! Ye sab achhi baat hai??

Me: Nhi.

Preeti: Achaa… bata, mein jyaada sexy lagti hoon ya Kanchan?

Me: (Darte hue) Aap, aap fully waxed, chikni si… didi ke to baal hai sab jagah.

Preeti: Tera mann nhi karta kuch karne ka?

Meine unhi dino to biology mein chapter padhe the.

Me: Haan.

Preeti: Kar le jo karna hai.

Me: Kisi ko bolegi to nhi?

Preeti: Bolna hota to ab tak bol chuki hoti.

Meine uske boobs ko jaise hi pakda, mera lund ek dum khada ho gaya.

Preeti: Dekh, kaise khada ho gaya, chute hi.

Me: Mazaa aa raha hai.

Preeti ne mere lund pe haath rakha aur horny hoke chali gayi aur boli, “Badla to lungi mein.”

Ab thode din baad hume pata chala ki Kanchan ko kisi ladke ko dikhane ke liye Punjab jaana hai, lekin jaa khaali Kanchan didi, mummy, aur papa hi rhe hai. Preeti aur mere dimaag mein to khushi ki lehar daud padi thi. Phir ek raat Preeti aur mein terrace pe apni-apni fantasies share kar rahe the, and guess what, dono ki ek fantasy same nikli, “BDSM.”

Preeti: Ab tujhe mera slave ban’na padega.

Me: Iske baad kisi ko bolegi nhi, na?

Preeti: Na.

Meine socha, “Ban jayenge slave… kya hi karegi?” Lekin mujhe nhi pata tha kya kya kia hai isne.

Ab mummy, papa, aur Kanchan 6-7 din ke liye nikal liye, raat ko hi.

Preeti: Ready ho ja.

Me: Pagal hai… abhi se chalu ho gyi? Kal poora din hai.

Preeti: Ok, ye le Veet… aur clean kar extra hair.

Me: Jaa… tu bhi karle.

Phir meine apne underarms to lund ko clean kiya aur so gaya. Preeti bhi clean karke so gyi.

Agle din start hua. Preeti ne chutti leli university se, aur mujhe uthake boli, “Uth, behn ke lode.”

Me: Kya hua?

Preeti: Master hu mein teri aaj ke din, aur ab mein jo bolungi, tu karega… aur tera safe word hai “ORANGE.”

Me: Ok.

Preeti: Chal, ab nanga ho ja… aur mere next order tak nanga hi rahega tu.

Me nanga ho gaya aur Preeti mera lund dekh ke boli, “Sahi hai, average hai.”

Me: Tujhe kaise pata average…?

Preeti ne tez ke thappad maara mujhe.

Preeti: Chup kar, bkl.

Preeti ne mujhe haath upar karke darwaje se border se bandh diya, aur kuch der balls se kheli. Aur phir achanak se halke-halke thappad dick pe maarne lagi. Mujhe itni pain start ho gyi, bata nhi sakta. Lekin wo raand ruki nhi.

Ab Preeti ayi apne haath upar karke, aur boli, “Meri underarms chaat.”

Kam se kam 15-20 min ye sab chala. Meine bola, “Mujhe pani dedo,” lekin rand ne diya nhi, aur mein tadapta raha.

Phir mujhe khola, aur seedha bathroom mein le gyi, aur boli, “Idhar lait jaa.”

Meine lait gaya. Mujhe samajh nhi aaya. Phir Preeti mere muh pe baithne lagi, usne pyjama utara, apni panty neeche ki, aur seedha mutt ki dhaar mere muh pe. Mujhe kuch samajh nhi aaya, sab itna jaldi hua.

Phir Preeti boli, “Abhi latrine bhi karungi.”

Meine bola, “Orange, orange,” aur wo ruk gyi.

Preeti: Iski sajaa to milegi.

Me: Ab kya?

Preeti: Chal jaa… shower le ke aaio bahaar.

Meine shower liya, aur Preeti boli, “Khaana kha le.”

Phir humne khaana khaya. Preeti ne top aur panty pehni hui thi.

Me: Top utar de.

Preeti ne top utar diya. Kya nazaara tha! Gore-gore chuche, black bra mein chupe hue. Jaise hi mein nazaare ke maze le raha tha, ek thappad achanak se aaya Preeti ka mere muh pe.

Preeti: Bhosdike! Mujhe mat bata, kya karna hai. Jaldi khaana khaa, phir aur bhi kaam karna hai. Aur haan, 7 bje tak hi sazaa milegi.

Phir humne khaana khaya, aur Preeti ne meri ball ke pass 2 clothepins baandhi. Bada dard hua, aur boli, “Ulti lait jaa, gaand upar karke.”

Uske baad, pata nhi Preeti kya laayi. Pehle usne khaali ek ungli daali gaand pe, phir usne shayad bailan tha, jo meri gaand mein jitna jaa sakta tha, wo daal diya. Usne itna ghehra daal diya tha ki usme se halki-halki latrine lagi hui nikili, aur Preeti boli, “Isko muh mein daal.”

Meri waise hi gaand phati padi thi, dard ho raha tha, behoshi aa rahi thi, Preeti gaand pe thappad alag maar rahi hai, aur bailan bhi muh mein daal rahi hai. Meine jaise-taise latrine wala bailan le liya muh mein, aur mujhe ulti honi shuru ho gyi, aur mein behosh ho gaya.

Meri aankh khuli 9 bje shaam ko; dekha Preeti bra mein baithi hui thi, aur boli, “Aa gaya mazaa? Chal jaa… ho gaya mera badla poora. Lekin haan, ye ulti saaf kar dio.”

Meine gaya, jaise-taise tedi-medhi chaal mein, bathroom. Kasam se, poora sharer dard kar raha tha. Phir agle din to meine poora rest liya, aur shaam ko dinner ke time hum baat kar rahe the.

Me: Tera mann nhi karta sex ko?

Preeti: Mera to bada mann hai… mera to bf bhi hai… lekin hum kahan karenge?

Me: Yahan karle.

Preeti: Achaa ji? Tu jaake bol dega??

Me: Tune bhi to nhi bola kisi ko.

Preeti: Haan… lekin meine badla le liya na?

Me: Meri bhi 2 sharte hai.

Preeti: Bol.

Me: Mujhe bhi master ban’na hai… aur dusra, jo bhi hoga, mere saamne hoga.

Preeti: Pagal hai tu.

Me: Soch le, kya karna hai… waise bhi, din kam hai humare pass.

Preeti: Theek hai, mein sochungi… lekin tere saath intercourse nhi karungi.

Me: Haan.

Ab jaaniye, kya Preeti maanti hai meri 2 sharte, aur kya hota hai aage agle parts mein.

Agar aapko kuch puchna ho, ya mujhe feedback dene ho, to mujhe mail karna. I’ll try my level best to reply to you all. Aur agar aap yahan tak aa gye ho, to feedback jaroor dena. Kahani 90% sach hai.

Thanks.

Arjun was 27. Tall, confident, and successful, he lived alone in a modest but stylish apartment in Chennai. A structural engineer by profession, he was smart, efficient, and charming. The kind of guy people looked up to at work and liked to invite to parties.

Yet despite the constant swirl of activity in his social life, there was always a part of him that felt untouched. Alone. One late evening, he was lounging on his bed, lazily scrolling through Instagram, when a WhatsApp notification popped up.

“Hi”

No name. Just a number he didn’t recognize. Curious, he typed back.

“Who’s this?”

The reply came within seconds.

“Supriya. Do you remember me?”

He blinked. The name struck something faint in his memory. “Supriya?”

“Mami’s niece. I met you when you visited our village years ago.”

And then it clicked. She had been a kid then — maybe thirteen? Back when Arjun was a college student and had gone to attend his maternal uncle’s wedding. She was that quiet, dusky-eyed schoolgirl. She lingered in corners, too young to mingle with the adults but too poised to be ignored.

She had delicate features, long black hair, and a kind of innocence that had made her stand out even back then. He remembered a moment — brief but oddly vivid. She had been sweeping the floor in her home. He’d been sitting nearby, bored.

The way her top shifted as she bent made him glance more out of idle curiosity than anything else. He had noticed how flat her chest was. Her breasts barely developed. He quickly looked away, feeling awkward and guilty for even noticing.

Now, she was texting him from a college in Chennai. Apparently, she is in her third year. He smiled a little to himself how life looped back in strange ways.
“I was bored,” she typed, “and didn’t know who to message.”

Arjun, still unsure where this was going, replied politely. She was sweet, shy, and, from what he gathered, a little naive. She didn’t know much about the city, and her texts were filled with small questions.

What do you usually do when you’re bored? What do boys do alone? Why do men stay unmarried until 30?

At first, Arjun found her conversations bland. She came across as sheltered like someone still figuring out the world. But something about her persistence, her quiet curiosity, began to interest him. Not in a sexual way, not yet. But in that space between boredom and the unknown, where something new starts to form.

Days passed. They kept texting. And then, one day, he was in the shower, watching porn on his phone, stroking his cock lazily. Her message popped up.

“What are you doing?”

Frustrated, panting slightly, he typed back without thinking: “Masturbating.”

A moment passed. “What’s that?”

He stared at the screen, blinking. “You don’t know?”

“No. What is porn? What’s masturbating?”

He stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped a towel around his waist, and called her. “Are you seriously this dumb? Or just trying to mess with me?”

Her voice came through the speaker, soft and sincere. “I really don’t know. I didn’t grow up with all this internet stuff.”

He sighed. “Then Google it.”

She did. A few minutes later, his phone lit up. “Yuck. Why do you do that?”

“Because I get aroused,” he typed, now a little amused.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m turned on. I’m a man. I have a dick. It happens.”

Then, as if wanting to push the edge further, he sent her a porn link.
There was silence for a while. But from that moment, something shifted between them.

From that day on, their chats became more personal. Intimate. And confusing.
Supriya didn’t shy away from asking questions. She was like a child with a forbidden toy — scared of it but unable to stop reaching it.

Every day, she texted him:

“Did you masturbate today?”

“What porn did you watch?”

“Do men really do that every day?”

At first, it amused Arjun. He’d respond lightly.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Going to do it now.”

But then, something changed. One evening, she asked him if he was aroused. He replied honestly — “No. Not today.”

“Why not?”

“Just not into porn right now.”

“Then what would make you aroused?”

He hesitated. Then, he typed slowly. “Seeing a real girl. Feeling her skin. Her boobs. Her pussy. Everything.” He stared at the message before sending it. Once it was out, his heart thudded. Would she back off? Block him?

But she didn’t. Instead, she wrote: “What do you want to do to her?”
That text made his cock stir instantly.

And just like that, it began — an unspoken dance between experience and innocence. He described things to her. What a blowjob felt like. What a girl’s body looked like when she undressed slowly. What it was like to bury his face between her legs, to hear her moan.

He told her, one night, that he was masturbating to the thought of her asking him those questions. Her reply was short but telling: “I feel like I did something right.”

Arjun should’ve pulled back. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. She wasn’t teasing him. She was learning from him — and liking it. And part of him, the darker part, loved watching her awaken.

It was a long weekend coming up. Both of them were planning to visit their hometowns — by coincidence, on the same day. When he asked how she was travelling, she said by bus. Early morning.

“Skip the bus,” he offered.

“Ride with me. I’m driving.”

She hesitated. Then agreed. They planned it for 3:30 a.m. when the city would still be asleep. Fewer eyes. Fewer questions. More space. When she stepped into the car, fully covered, hair tied back, her breath visible in the chilly air, Arjun’s throat dried. She smelled like soap. And innocence.

She smiled at him, unsure but trying to hide it. They drove in silence for a while. Roads were empty. Lights dim. The inside of the car felt like a bubble, separate from the rest of the world.

And then, like a ritual now, she asked: “Did you masturbate today?”

Arjun laughed softly. “No. But… I feel like doing it now.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Now? While driving?”

He smirked. “I don’t know. I’m hard already.”

She blinked. “Then stop the car. I’ll get down. You do it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If you get out, the mood’s gone.”

A pause. “Then what can I do?”

His breath caught. He said it as a joke, or so he told himself: “You can do it for me.”

She didn’t laugh. “Okay. Tell me how.”

His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. He guided her hand to his lap. His cock was already straining against the fabric. Her fingers trembled as they undid the button and slid the zipper down. She fumbled, innocent and clumsy but determined.

When she pulled his cock free, it stood thick and pulsing in the dim light. Her gasp was soft — a mix of shock and something else.

“Now what?”

“Hold it. Stroke it. Slowly at first.”

She did. Her grip was unsure, but her touch was electric. The slow glide of her palm, the shy way she peeked at him — it was all too much. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Faster. Yeah… like that.”

After a few minutes, she asked: “How long does this take?”

“Sometimes… longer. Maybe it needs more.”

She didn’t understand. He looked at her carefully. “Maybe a blowjob.”

She paused. “I can’t do that. I’ll feel like throwing up.”

He nodded. “Okay. Then just your hand.”

But she didn’t let it go. A few minutes later, she said: “Let’s stop the car. Back seat. I’ll try.”

They pulled into a quiet lane, trees casting deep shadows. He turned off the headlights, the dashboard lights, everything. The world outside vanished. Just them. Breathing.

Supriya sat first in the back seat. He joined her, knees brushing. She took a deep breath and lowered her head. Her lips grazed the tip of his cock — warm, soft. But as soon as it touched her tongue, she gagged lightly and pulled away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he cupped her chin gently, “It’s okay. You tried. Just use your hand.”

She looked relieved. And this time, her strokes were more confident. She leaned in closer, her shawl slipping from her shoulder, revealing a flash of her collarbone. Her grip tightened. Her rhythm was built. He groaned, chest rising.

And then he cum — hard, hot pulses spilling over her fingers. For a moment, she sat still, watching it drip from her hand. Then she looked at him with a strange kind of pride. Not disgust. No shame. Just wonder.

Arjun, breathless, swiped some of his cum and, with a playful grin, dabbed it on her cheek. “Idiot,” she whispered, laughing quietly. She wiped her face with her shawl — not flustered, not angry. She didn’t rush to clean it, didn’t ask to go back. Just wiped and returned to the front seat.

When he followed her up, they sat in silence again. This time, it was not awkward but full of charged, unspoken understanding. He looked at her sideways.

“I only touched your right boob. What if the left one gets jealous?”

She didn’t look at him, just smiled and said, “Let it. You drive.”

But just before they reached her village, she took his hand, slid it inside her shawl, and placed it over her left breast. Her heart was racing beneath his palm.
“There. So you don’t feel bad either.”

That moment — small, simple, real — was when Arjun realized he hadn’t just fallen for her body. He was falling for her.

The Menon family’s Kochi mansion stood like a beacon against the Arabian Sea. Its marble floors and crystal chandeliers glinting with wealth. Chippy Menon, 41, was its radiant heart. Her MBA gold medal was framed above the rosewood staircase.

Her elegance was wrapped in silk kurtis that clung to her full breasts and swayed with her hips. Her husband, Ravi Menon, 45, a textile baron, kept her glowing with surprises—emerald necklaces and candlelit dinners on their private jetty.

Their son, Lal, 22, was their poet. His quiet charm and lyrical verses are a nod to Chippy’s intellect. His presence was a soft warmth at their lavish Onam feasts. Their laughter wove through jasmine-scented nights, a symphony that made Kochi’s elite whisper, “The Menons are perfect.”

Chippy ran their world with a scholar’s grace. Planning coconut-milk banquets, tutoring Lal’s literature essays, and melting under Ravi’s touch. She’d slip into a turquoise kurti, the fabric hugging her curves, and catch Ravi’s grin.

“My scholar queen,” he’d tease, stealing a kiss, and she’d giggle, swatting him, her heart light. Lal was her joy, forever her boy, scribbling poetry in his room, his dreamy nature a puzzle she cherished. She saw him as the child who’d begged for bedtime tales. She poured her care into him, blind to any shadow.

When Ravi jetted off for a month-long business trip to Dubai, the mansion’s vastness swallowed Chippy. She went to sleep in Lal’s bed, curling up on his sheets. Her kurti was soft against the pillows, telling herself it was for comfort, a mother’s need to stay close.

His room—strewn with poetry anthologies and inky pens—was a cosy tie to her son, her role. One afternoon, while dusting his desk, she found a leather-bound notebook, its pages etched with Lal’s elegant script. A poem, “Veiled Light,” caught her eye, its Yeats-like cadence lyrical and elusive:

In twilight’s hush, a vision weaves,
Through woven mists, her shadow grieves.
Her voice, a chime in evening’s lore,
A breath of bloom on a distant shore.
Her gaze, a star through velvet skies,
Her step, a dance where moonlight lies.
In silk, she glides, a scented flame,
Her mark, a spark, and no heart could tame.

Chippy’s lips curved, charmed by its beauty. “Lal’s got a sweetheart,” she chuckled, picturing a college girl—kohl-eyed, shy—inspiring his pen. The poem’s dreamy vagueness, its Romantic sweep, felt like a boy’s tender crush. She laughed, shelving the notebook.

“Such a romantic,” she murmured, the lines lovely but cryptic, their meaning slipping past her like a monsoon breeze. When asked, he would brush off her.

Months passed, and Ravi’s trips stretched longer. Waking in Lal’s bed, Chippy found her kurti crumpled, her body flushed, and a damp ache between her thighs. “Careless, Chippy,” she scolded herself, blaming steamy dreams of Ravi’s hands.

In the mirror, she’d tease herself, smoothing her kurti, her fingers grazing her breasts. “Ravi’ll fix this,” she smirked, but the ache lingered, a riddle she ignored.

One night, she stirred, a creeping sensation under her kurti, like fingers brushing her skin. Heart pounding, she flicked on the lamp, expecting a lizard. Lal slept beside her, his face serene, a child’s calm in his curled form.

Her chest tightened—her imagination? She blamed her restless mind and slipped away, shaken.

Nights later, it returned. A hand—warm, trembling—roamed her body, tracing her breasts, slipping lower to tease her pussy through her leggings. Fear and shame surged, her mind reeling. But her body pulsed, betraying her with heat. The hand squeezed her breast and grazed her nipple.

She lay frozen, her head bursting. She should’ve screamed, but she didn’t, guilt choking her until the touch fell slack in sleep. When the breathing beside her steadied, she fled to the bathroom, tears streaming, her sobs muffled. “What’s happening?” she whispered, her reflection a ghost.

Morning brought Lal’s usual grin, offering her tea. Chippy’s voice was ice, “Put it there.” She dodged his eyes, her kurti too tight, her breasts heavy with dread. Days bled into silence, her replies sharp, his attempts at chatter brushed off.

One evening, in the kitchen, Lal tried his old warmth, hugging her from behind, his breath soft. “Missed you, Amma,” he murmured. Chippy snapped. She spun, her hand cracking across his cheek, once, twice, three times, the slaps echoing off the granite.

“You’re vile!” she screamed, tears spilling. “Your own mother? How dare you?” Her kurti trembled, her voice raw.

Lal crumpled, sobbing, “Amma, no, I didn’t…” He fell to his knees, clutching her feet, “Please, I’m sorry!” Chippy’s face was stone, her heart a storm. “Get out,” she hissed, turning to the sink, her hands shaking.

They became strangers. Lal left notes and offered to carry bags, but Chippy’s silence was a fortress, her eyes cold.

Ravi returned, sensing the chill. “What’s wrong with you two?” he asked over dinner, his voice tight, the clink of spoons deafening. Chippy stared at her plate, and Lal mumbled about exams. Ravi’s frown deepened, and his usual charm dimmed. The mansion felt like a monsoon’s weight.

Chippy’s anger softened, pity stirring. One night, a week before the Munnar trip, she pulled out Lal’s notebook, rereading “Veiled Light” to glimpse her son’s heart. The lines were haunting, their Yeats-like beauty stirring unease, but their meaning remained a fog.

A vision weaves—a girl’s grace? A scented flame—her perfume? The words felt heavy. But she shook it off, assuming it was for some classmate, no hint it was her. She set it aside, unsettled, the poem’s truth still veiled.

Months dragged, their talks bare—groceries, bills, nothing more. Ravi’s sadness seeped into the walls, his jokes flat. Then came the Munnar trip, a 10-day retreat to their tea estate villa, a desperate bid to heal the family.

The 10-hour drive was chaos—the SUV stuffed with suitcases, Ravi’s work bags, and three extra briefcases for his deals. “Chippy, sit on Lal’s lap,” Ravi said, behind the wheel, humming a Yesudas tune. “No room.”

Chippy’s stomach twisted, her kurti too thin, her breasts too prominent. “Can’t we shift something?” she protested, but Ravi waved it off, focused on the ghat roads. Lal shifted in the back, eyes down. “It’s okay, Amma,” he mumbled.

She climbed on, her hips settling against him, her kurti riding up, her back rigid as Kochi’s backwaters faded. An hour in, a bulge pressed against her ass, hard, undeniable. Fury flared, and she twisted, glaring at Lal, her whisper venomous. “What’s this?”

Ravi was oblivious, navigating the curves, the radio crackling. Lal’s face burned, his voice a shaky whisper. “I’m sorry, Amma… I can’t help it.” Her glare cut deeper, but he held her gaze, his words spilling, raw, desperate.

“It’s you, Amma. I love you—not just as my mother, but as… everything. I know it’s wrong, but it’s true. Veiled Light was for you, every line. Your walk, like tides, swaying through the house. Your laugh, a chime that lights my soul. Your jasmine scent is a bloom I breathe every day. Your kurtis, like silk flames, burning my dreams. The mole on your lip, a star I see every night. Your curves, your warmth, your bedtime stories—it’s my world. I’d die before hurting you. Please, Amma, it’s love, not shame.”

Chippy froze, her heart lurching. The poem’s lines flared—tides were her swaying hips, chime her laughter, bloom her jasmine perfume, silk her kurtis, star the mole on her lower lip, warmth her maternal hugs.

It was her, every metaphor a vivid portrait—her scent, her body, her smallest details—its meaning bursting open now for her and the reader alike. She’d read it twice, charmed then uneasy. But she understood nothing until this moment. The poem’s truth was a revelation that pierced her.

Shame battled a secret flush, her cheeks warming despite her mother’s mask. “You can’t say that,” she whispered, voice stern. But her body softened, sinking against him, the bulge a quiet torment. She shifted, blaming the car’s jolts. Her hips rubbed against him, slow, deliberate, her kurti clinging to her breasts.

His breath hitched, his hands gripping the seat, and she felt it—a spark, forbidden, alive. She didn’t speak, didn’t look at him, but a faint smile curved her lips, hidden in the SUV’s dusk.

Ravi drove on, humming, Munnar’s tea slopes rising, and Chippy’s mind spun—guilt, desire, and a truth unveiled too late.

Normally, I’d never act so bold, so… what’s the word, naughty? But I was actually angry. My husband had agreed to this party without even asking me. I could see he wasn’t picking up on my signals. Those glares I shot him? He missed them completely.

I felt like he was offering me up to these men. I decided, chalo, I’ll show him. Maybe teach him a lesson for not thinking about me. I kept dancing, and, my goodness, I could feel the eyes on me. I’d never been watched like this before like I was performing on a stage.

Soon, another guy joined in, so it was me with two of them. We were dancing so close, their hands starting to roam over my body, feeling me through the thin fabric of my dress. I was so turned on, I won’t lie—my nipples were hard, my face all flushed, a bit of sweat on my neck.

One guy was behind me, the other in front, sandwiching me as we moved together. It was so fucking intense and erotic. The man behind me had his hands on my hips, slowly inching my dress up over my bum. I knew it was happening. I encouraged it, glancing over my shoulder at him with a smile.

I was caught up in the moment, but deep down, I was also making a point to my husband. I could see him standing off to the side, just watching. Part of me wanted him to step in, to stop this, but he didn’t. He just stood there, looking torn, maybe even turned on.

I was confused, angry, and yet swept away by the heat of it all. This wasn’t the honeymoon I’d imagined, stuck in that cheap resort. But here I was, caught in this wild moment, not sure where it was going. Everything was happening so fast that I couldn’t even think straight.

My dress was already pulled up past my waist as I danced between these men, caught in the heat of it all. I was shimmying, lost in the music. I raised my arms—almost like a signal—and the guy behind me just lifted my dress right off over my head.

He tossed it aside, and suddenly, I was stark naked. The other men let out loud cheers, egging me on. In no time, all five of them crowded around me. Their hands were everywhere, touching, groping. I was so caught up that my exhibitionist side took over.

I even started unbuttoning one guy’s shirt to help him out. I could feel my husband’s eyes on me, and I knew this wasn’t me, not the usual Priya. But I was angry, still burning from him dragging us to this party without asking me. I wanted him to see what happens when he doesn’t think about me.

They lifted me and laid me on my back on the pool table. My heart was racing. The first guy who’d stripped climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I kissed him back, pulling him closer by his neck. My head was spinning from the drinks and the thrill. I whispered something to him.

God, I can’t believe I told him to let me suck him off. He got up on his knees beside my face, and I leaned up, taking his large dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head, moving hard like I was just there for his pleasure. I could sense my husband watching, probably shocked. But I was too far gone to stop.

Another guy climbed onto the table, grabbed my thighs, and spread them wide. He pushed himself into me, and I was so wet you could hear it as he moved in and out. I’ve always had these intense, gushing orgasms. Right there, in front of everyone, I was having one, my body shaking.

I was lost in it, but part of me was screaming inside. This wasn’t what I’d planned for our honeymoon. The guy I was sucking suddenly pulled out and started stroking himself fast. I told him I wanted his cum on me—something I’d never even said to my husband.

But tonight, I was different, almost like I was playing a role. I hoarsely told him to cover my face, and he did. Streams of it landed on my cheeks and forehead. I opened my mouth, catching a taste, then sucked the last drops from him, feeling wild, reckless.

The guy fucking my pussy sped up and finished, filling me up. Thank God I was on birth control, or so I hoped my husband remembered. Another orgasm hit me, stronger this time, as I felt it all. I was in a haze, barely processing. The two guys moved aside, and two more took their place.

Their hands and bodies are all over me. I was in some kind of ecstasy and kept telling them to keep going, to keep fucking me. One guy lay on his back on the table, and I climbed on top, lowering myself onto him. His dick slid into me, still dripping from before.

Then another guy got behind me, using the wetness as lube, and slid his cock into my ass. I’d never done this before—never even thought about it with my husband. But I was delirious, wiggling my hips to meet his thrusts, letting him go deeper.

He grabbed my hips, pounding hard. I couldn’t believe my body could take it. Soon, he finished, too, leaving me trembling and overwhelmed. I knew my husband was watching, and part of me wanted to stop, to scream at him for letting this happen.

But I was also caught up, showing him what his choice had led to. This wasn’t the honeymoon I’d dreamed of. But at that moment, I was someone else, someone wild. And I wasn’t sure how to come back.

Everything was a blur as if I were caught in some wild dream. The last guy saw his chance as the others moved away. My body was still trembling from what had just happened. He climbed onto the pool table and came at me from behind, sliding into my already loosened asshole.

It was so easy for him, with cum dripping out of my holes. He didn’t hold back, pounding hard. I couldn’t believe it—he slipped a couple of fingers in my ass, too, tightening things up. I was moving with him, pushing back, lost in the heat of it all.

Maybe I wanted more. Maybe I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. I was so far gone, driven by this mix of pleasure and anger at my husband for letting this happen. I glanced back at him and, in a haze, told him to let me taste myself.

He looked over at my husband as if checking if it was okay, but I didn’t care. My husband just shrugged. The guy pulled out, crawling over to shove himself into my mouth. In moments, he was finishing, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it, licking him clean.

I was consumed by this reckless version of myself. Then I turned to the guy I’d been straddling, taking him in my mouth, too, demanding his cum, my voice hoarse. I worked him until he erupted, catching it all, squeezing out every last drop as he shook with pleasure.

I don’t even know how many times each guy had their turn—twice, maybe more? My body was a mess, cum dripping from everywhere, matting my hair, streaking my face, dripping off my breasts. They were red from all the exertion. I’d never been like this, never imagined I could be.

I was proving something to my husband, showing him what his choice to come here had unleashed. But it was overwhelming me, too. The room went quiet, everyone catching their breath. They helped me off the pool table. I collapsed onto the tile floor, leaning against a pillar, completely spent.

My body was slick with sweat and cum, my mind foggy, like I was half-conscious. I barely noticed my husband stumbling over, pulling out his dick, expecting me to give him a blowjob. I glared at him, my eyes burning with anger. “No,” I said, my voice cold.

After everything, he thought I’d do that for him. I’d given myself to strangers to teach them a lesson, and now he wanted me to act like nothing had changed. I was done. Then, out of nowhere, he started pissing on me—starting at my stomach, moving up to my chest, my face.

I was shocked but also furious. Was this his way of showing disgust? Or control? I don’t know why, but when I realised what was happening, I opened my mouth, letting it happen, swallowing as I stared up at him, like I was saying, “You want this? Fine.”

The other men joined in, all of them pissing on me, from my feet to my face. I let them, offering my mouth, drinking more than I thought possible. My hair was plastered to my head, piss pooling on my belly, my body glistening. Then, in the middle of it, I did something I didn’t expect.

I rubbed myself hard and fast. A final, earth-shaking orgasm tore through me as the last of their piss hit my face. I was kinkier than I’d ever known, but it was like I was someone else entirely. I lay there, sprawled in puddles of piss, cum oozing from me, utterly exhausted.

The guys started leaving, grabbing their clothes and looking for a place to crash. The host called security to assist me in getting into the SUV for the ride back to the hotel. They half-carried me to the back seat, still naked, and I passed out instantly.

My husband grabbed my crumpled dress and got in the front, telling the driver where to go. I didn’t know it then, but he tossed my dress out the window as we drove. He must’ve been grinning, thinking I’d have to walk naked through the hotel in front of strangers again as some kind of punishment.

He thought I was a dirty slut, didn’t he? Maybe I was at that moment, but it was his choice that brought us here. I’d shown him what happens when he doesn’t listen to me, but at what cost?

To be continued.
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In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–4), Pallavi and Rohini’s innocent curiosity leads to hidden sensuality and emotional intimacy, until Tanvi, the manipulative seducer, figures it all out and blackmails them to submit to her whims. She while showing shameless behavior manipulates Rohini into humiliating submission, while deceiving Pallavi into blindfolded pleasure. When Pallavi simply walks away, we see Tanvi’s control begin to crack. What Tanvi doesn’t realize—Pallavi and Rohini are already plotting their revenge, to stunt the revolving, sinful games she made them do.

It all started with a simple WhatsApp message.

Rohini showed it to me while we were chilling in her room on a lazy Thursday afternoon.
It was from Tanvi.

“Come over Saturday evening. Just us three. Wear something… soft.”

Rohini looked at me with questioning eyes, and I noticed she was biting her lower lip slightly. My heart did a little flippy thing – I wasn’t even sure if it was just nerves, fear, or something darker… something exciting.

By the time Saturday evening rolled around, we were standing outside Tanvi’s door. I felt my palms sweaty and couldn’t stop fiddling with the hem of my dress.

Tanvi opened the door wearing a satin robe that was barely tied. Her skin looked like warm honey in candle light, and her eyes were unreadable… but hungry.

She took a slow scan of the both of us. When her gaze settled on me for a moment too long, a heat rose in my chest.

“Cute,” she said softly. Just one word and my knees started to buckle.

The room was softly lit with soft amber lamps at the corner flickering shadows across Tanvi’s perfectly made bed. She wanted to play host this time — “it was just easier,” she said, but it had the promise of mischief in her playful voice. It was the voice we both had become familiar with. It was the voice with the secret expectation of something different from fun.

Tanvi was centered in the bedroom, in a black satin robe that just barely reached halfway down her thighs. A brief slip of dark wine red lace was a lacy tease of her a dark and delicate bra that properly framed her voluptuous breasts about a view from above. Her strappy boyshorts sat on her curvy hips like a calculated reveal and she was twisting and loosening the robe allowing her lacquered skirt to swish around her thighs.

Rohini was in shorts and an oversized tee trying to look casual — but I knew her. Underneath that oversized tee, was her soft lilac bralette she wore for special nights, the fit and shape beautifully maintained her full breasts. Her matching boy shorts were hugging her wide curvy hips, struggling but doing a good job covering her fullness underneath.

And me?

I’d worn my pale pink slip dress — short, silky, not brushing much past the top of my thighs. It hugged my curves like a second skin, with no bra underneath, the outline of my nipples clear through the material. Underneath, a soft, floral-embroidered mesh panty. It was a complete accident… except… maybe I subconsciously knew something was coming. Maybe a part of me hoped.

Tanvi picked up on it. She watched them outline my body as she walked around us with her slow, confident panther-like exploration, her eyes drinking it all in like too much sweet tea. She put her fingers out and trailed them along the fabric of my slip, leaning in close to watch how my slip hugged my body and saw how I squirmed — and, smile.

“A pink girl,” she said, “you’ll be blushing all night.”

Rohini sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, trying not to act nervous; but I could see her legs were pressed together a bit tighter than normal — was she nervous? Jealous? Or were they already wet with anticipation?

Tanvi continued her circling around us, getting closer and closer — like a panther toying with a young gazelle. Slowly, silently, confidently. I sat beside Rohini near the edge of the bed, palms sweating, heart beating unevenly. Each breath that exited my chest, moved up and down, heavier subject to my thickening breath — maybe not from fear but rather as the warmth began to curl in my belly.

“Are you girls ready?” Tanvi’s voice came across the silence, soft but slicing cleanly. She was looking directly at me, not Rohini — and in that moment, I just knew.

This evening was about me.

She walked up to me, leaning down to tuck back a piece of hair from my face — her fingers lingering long enough to send shivers up my spine. Rohini noticed. Of course she did. I felt her eyes burn a hole into us unable to decide whether to speak up or submit.

Tanvi leaned in again. This time, her lips were almost touching my ear when she said, “You’re going to be mine tonight, Pallavi.”

And before I could say anything back, her hand arched right up my thigh — and the world fell quiet.

And then Tanvi leaned in, speaking low.

“I have always fantasized about what it would be like… to have both of you.”

I froze. I think Rohini did too.

But we never said no.

Tanvi stood. In one fluid motion she held her robe down. I could barely breathe. She wore a maroon lace bra, and a piece of string for a bottom. Her body swayed as though she was always dancing, even when she was completely still.

“Stand up,” she whispered.

I hesitated. But I did stand.

She walked first to Rohini — unzipping her navy-blue top, letting it slide down slowly, unveiling her voluptuous figure in a black sheer bra. Rohini did not pull away, not even when Tanvi leaned in and kissed her shoulder.

Then… she turned to me.

Her hand grazed the strap on my dress. My heart pounded. I felt so little underneath her gaze. So open.

“You are the soft one,” as she let my dress slide down my arms.

I wanted to speak — no, I wanted to say no — but I couldn’t. Not while her fingers danced across my collarbone. Not as she leaned in and whispered…

“I want to taste your innocence.”

Her lips touched mine, and I melted. It was not rushed. It was slow, teasing, and slightly controlling. She kissed as if she owned the moment. Like she was unwrapping a gift too long awaited.

She pushed both me and Rohini back onto the bed. We lie next to each other, skin barely touching, our breaths shallow.

Then, she moved between us.

I watched her kiss Rohini — deep, rough, and slightly possessive. Rohini moaned against her, her body arching into Tanvi.

Then… Tanvi turned back to me.

This time her mouth was softer. Tentative. Alluring.

One of her hands crept between my legs.

I gasped.

“Touch her,” she said, her eyes moving to Rohini. “Both of you…touch each other. I want to see you implode for me.”

I looked at Rohini, my best friend since we were born. I reached out with trembling fingers; she did the same.

Our fingers connected with flesh. Soft curves. Bare bellies. Breasts that we had only stolen glances at before.

And it was electric.

Tanvi reclined, pulling her panties off as she languorously watched us, heavy lidded eyes and sultry smile giving her away. Her fingers traced between her own legs slowly. Reaching, rhythmically, deliberate.

She was on top of me, body against my body, heat, tension slick on our skin. Tanvi’s wet folds gliding against mine, slow and torturous. She was grinding, dragging, teasing. With each turn of her hips I felt a full jolt of vitality coursing through me. Each full inhale was followed by gasps like I was drowning and barely managing to surface.

And then…she whispered to me.

“Let go for me, Pallavi… I want to feel you lose control underneath me.”

Her words wrapped around my spine like fire.

And then she turned towards Rohini.

“Sit on her face.”

Rohini froze. Her eyes were wide, they were looking back at mine — nervous, aching, bewildered.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I want to.”

It was a bit of a struggle as Rohini climbed across my body, but I tasted her.

Soft. Wet. Familiar and yet brand new.

Tanvi didn’t stop moving — she held my hips, her breath ragged, her hands roaming over us both. We thrummed together, tangled, lost in gasps, surrendering to something we didn’t quite understand but still couldn’t stop chasing.

Rohini’s thighs trembled above me as she straddled my face. I had my tongue buried deep between her folds, tasting the sweetness, the warmth. She whimpered my name — soft, breathless. Her fingers gripped my hair like it was a ledge.

Tanvi’s hands held my hips, not letting me panic as she picked up the pace — now the wetness highlighted delicious friction along her core; her moans grew louder, ragged, blurring into one and sending tiny electric shocks from my skin.

I swear I could feel her pulse travel along our bodies — with every grind, I felt myself move closer.

I muffled my moans beneath Rohini, as they built — deep in my chest, curling in every possible space — my toes curled, my thighs clenched. I couldn’t stop the surging pressure.

I couldn’t control this time and held Tanvi’s ass

“Oh fuck, baby… you’re shaking,” Tanvi breathed, her own voice shaking from her release.

And then — it hit.

A wave, deep and unstoppable, crashed through my core. My back arched against my will, thighs twitching as my orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My vision blurred. I gasped. I cried — lost in heat, slickness, surrender.

Tanvi followed only seconds later — gasping, grinding against me, soaking my thighs as she came with a shuddering cry, her body collapsing over mine.

Rohini moaned, louder than I had ever heard her, her legs tightening around my head as her body gyrated above. Her climax was raw — messy, vulnerable, beautiful.

The room was filled with nothing but our panting breaths, the smell of sex, and a tangle of quiet bliss.

Tanvi’s cheek was pressed against mine, her voice barely above a whisper now.

“That … was just the beginning.”

And I knew — deep in my trembling body — that we were never going back to who we were before that night.

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This is the 2nd part of the story widow Indian mom and horny son. It’s a fictional story about a horny son longing for his widow mom and his erotic encounters. The erotic encounters increases during the covid lockdown and the son is becoming extremely horny having these encounters. Covid lockdown was announced again for a month in our area and nearby areas for a month and it was announced on Friday.
When I heard the news of the lockdown, I called up my work place manager and he told me that I could work from home. And he said that there was no work during the weekend anyways as our company gave weekend offs. I and my mom had dinner and she was in her blouse and petticoat while having dinner that night. I could see her milky thighs as she was sitting cross legged on the sofa to the left. My mom told me that the housemaid will also not come during these lockdowns as its restricted. So we have to clean the utensils, wash the clothes and cook the food. I told mom that I would help her in all the activities. I also told her that I would get all the groceries for the house. As she was washing the utensils in the kitchen, I could see the shape of her ass through the petticoat, which made me horny. I was also thinking that a month would be enough to get the chance to fuck my sexy mom.
When I woke up the next day, I saw my mom in the kitchen warming the milk for drinking tea. I could see her ass crack through the petticoat as she forgot to straighten the petticoat. It made me horny again in the morning. We both drank tea and just saw the morning news. My mom told me that she would cook the food and then take bath. Then we started cutting vegetables and when I was cutting vegetables, I saw that mom did not wear any bra inside her blouse. Out of impulse, I just hugged my mom from the front and she asked me, why did I do so? I said that I hugged her because she has taken good care of me. My mom quipped that “you have to take care of me too and cater to my every need. Can you do that?” I replied “yes”. My mom reiterated again “so you will take care of every need and you will not back out”. I firmly replied “yes, why should I back out?”. That day after cooking food, mom was going to take bath. She was in the same blouse and petticoat I saw in the morning. She closed the bathroom door. And then she threw the blouse outside by keeping the bathroom door partially open. And she also threw her petticoat outside with the door partially open. I could only see her hands throwing off the clothes. With her both pieces of clothes outside, I was thinking “was my mom naked inside the bathroom?”. I was imagining her 34 sized boobs, lovely armpits, hairy pussy and her sexy naked ass in the bathroom and being with her inside the bathroom. This thought did give me an erection. Suddenly my mom shouted from the bathroom to bring her clothes in the bedroom. I went to the bedroom and gave her blouse and petticoat to her. My mom came out of the bathroom wearing the blouse and petticoat.
Next day morning I was sleeping and mom was waking me up. She was in her blouse and petticoat. And the gap in mom’s petticoat, where I could see the hairy bush was near my eyes. I could see the bush more clearly now. It was all tangled and unkempt. At that moment, I got a hard-on and was thinking “how would mom look nude near me”? Mom’s 34 sized boobs, slim tummy, hairy bush, milky white thighs and a sexy ass. I was imagining that mom was nude and cleaning the house near me. Mom shook me up and asked me what was I thinking. I said nothing. I got up and started brushing my teeth and I saw mom working in the kitchen. I could see her back from my angle. After brushing, I went and hugged mom from behind. I do not know what prompted me to do that. Was it the scene in the morning that made me do this? I hugged her from behind and was lightly rubbing her ass from behind and simultaneously was feeling her tummy. Mom told me that enough and you have to show me the love, when I need it. I was thinking what was the meaning of what mom said or was I overthinking?
My mom told me to get some provisions from the shop. When I rung the bell after getting the provisions from the shop, my mom asked who rung the bell? I replied that it was me. My mom opened the door wearing only bath towel covering the front part and she opened the door with the other hand. And as I was coming inside the house, she was entering the bathroom. I could see mom’s back and he fair legs. It gave me a hard-on. I was getting urges to fuck my mom seeing her that way. These were only 2 days after the month long lockdown announced in our area.
Couple of days passed by with my mom always waking me up in her blouse and petticoat and me seeing her hairy bush being so near and these were resulting in hard-ons every day right from the morning. It was a Wednesday and 5 days after the covid lockdown. My mom received a phone call from her friend that they were holding a get-together at her place at 4pm that day. While I was working that day, my phone charging came down completely by about 1230pm. I informed my manager from her phone that I will be able to answer calls after minimum 2 hrs. The phone was charging in the bedroom. It was around 315pm and my phone rang. The bedroom door was closed and I forgot that my mom was changing clothes to go to the get-together. I opened the bedroom door and saw my mom in her bra and petticoat from behind. I was stunned. My mom told me that she was getting dressed up to go to her friend’s place. I told her that I forgot due to the work. My mom did not shout at me though. As I quickly took my cell phone from the charger and was going to the hall, I saw mom in her bra from the front side and slight cleavage too. This was a new scenario and I got a hard-on after going to the hall. My mom went to the get-together within half hour and I was thinking what happened, what’s happening and what may happen, if this goes on.
Should I fuck my mom within a week as my urges were increasing? Should I wait for the right chance? Should I fuck her forcefully?
I am sorry for writing the 2nd part after a long time as could not write due to work pressure. Please email me at [email protected] with your suggestions, kinks, ideas and whether I should continue with erotic scenes or not.

Hello, everyone; this is Anu Shain, 30 years old (34D and 5’6 tall) from a Marathi and Telugu background, living abroad for a decade now. I want to share another story with ISS readers.

This story happened after my previous story, Echoes of Anu – Part 5 (Healing Horizons); this story happened in the year 2012. While broke and hiding it from Dad, I impersonated Geet to manipulate Ramesh, our shady new accountant. I played the game.

Continued..!

I woke to a faint clink, My head throbbed. I blinked against the daylight slicing through the curtains. Geet didn’t say a word. She moved like a shadow, silent, practised. A hot cup of coffee appeared by my bedside. I stared at the ceiling.

She picked up my clothes, folded the blanket at my feet, even shifted my night robe, covered my ass cheeks without so much as a sigh. She glanced at me once before slipping out.

Geet: “Coffee’s hot, didi..; I’m going to meet my grandfather”, smiled. Then gone.

The coffee was stronger than usual, Geet knew I needed it. I took one sip, then bolted to the toilet. I came back out, wiping steam from my forehead. My night dress clung to me, I grabbed my notebook and scrawled a few half-legible thoughts.

I buried myself in the assignment, and I barely understood. My fingers danced across the keyboard, half from caffeine, half from nerves.

Then—pop. An ad blinked on the side: “Lonely tonight? Watch me now jerking.” I frowned.

Me: “Ugh, seriously?” I clicked out. Another one popped, this time a girl in red biting her lip. I opened a new tab.

I leaned in, eyes scanning the screen. I tapped the keys harder; a porn site popped up with a threesome video playing.

My breath felt warm and heavy against the cold glass of my coffee cup. My fingers rushed through my panty, tugging lightly. I closed my eyes.

Me: “Fuck me, dammit.” But all I saw behind my eyelids was Vishnu’s smile from the bus. That lazy, knowing grin. He had nothing to do with this porn, yet it made my heart pound like I’d just let Vishnu fuck me.

The cursor blinked on the screen, waiting for me to finish the video. My phone buzzed.

“Hey Anu, super urgent. Can you send me 3000rs? Need to cover hostel mess. Promise I’ll return.”

I sighed and clicked into my internet banking out of habit. The screen loaded. Then I froze, only 4,000Rs balance. What? That couldn’t be right. I checked again. No mistake. My heart thudded.

Me: “Shit…” I opened a tab to check flight prices back to university, way out of reach. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I dialled Priya instead.

Me: “Hey… remember the 5k I lent you last month?”

Priya: “Oh ya ya! But babe, I had to get those flats from Lifestyle, and we did that lingerie shopping too, remember? Gosh, I’m so broke!” I laughed weakly.

Me: “No worries. Just checking.” I hung up before she asked why. My pride clenched. I couldn’t look broke, not to Priya.

I sat cross-legged, rubbing my forehead, mind racing. I needed a fix. Fast. But how? The phone rang in the hallway, our old landline, which no one ever uses unless it’s Dad. I picked up.

Me: “Hello?”

Dad: “Anu? Where’s Geet? I’ve been trying her mobile.”

Me: “She left early and said she’s visiting her grandparents.”

Dad: “Hmm. Listen, I need you to do something. There are a few files in my office. Hand them over to Ramesh. You may not know him, but he is our new accountant. He’ll come by in an hour.”

Me: “Sure, I’ll take care of it, Papa..”

Dad: “Thanks, beta.” I stood there holding the receiver, the dial tone humming. Ramesh? I hadn’t seen him before.

I rushed back to my room, the morning’s mess still everywhere: notes, coffee rings, and my half-open laptop. Then, the sound of gravel crunching under tyres from our driveway.

Me: “Shit.” I peeked through the window. Silver car. I scrambled to change, flinging open the wardrobe. Nothing clean. I pulled my old kurta from the laundry basket and sniffed. It’s not great, but not deadly. The doorbell rang.

Me: “Coming!” I stumbled through the hall, tugging the kurta over my head, hair barely tied. I opened the door.

Ramesh stepped in, tall, late 30s, carrying that tired arrogance some men wore like cologne. He didn’t greet me. I tried to smile.

Me: “This way, ji” The office is a bit dusty; He followed without a word, his shoes thudding on the tile floor.

We entered Dad’s office. Papers, cabin, etc., that practice of old files. I opened a drawer, flipping through folders.

Ramesh: “You maids are all stupid. No system. No sense.” I blinked.

Me: “Excuse me?” He barely looked at me.

Ramesh: “Your sahib said Geet would arrange the files. So do your job.”

It hit me. He thought I was Geet. And I didn’t correct him.

Me: “Interesting…” I held back a laugh. Geet, huh? Let’s play. Ramesh grumbled as he rummaged through the wrong cabinet.

Ramesh: “This is what happens when servants think they’re queens.” Instead of snapping, I walked over to the bar counter, still smiling.

Me: “Sahab, maybe a small drink will ease your mood?” I poured two fingers of whisky, slow and smooth, like I’d seen Papa do. I turned, offered the glass politely.

Ramesh hesitated, then took it. His lips curled into a rare smile.

Ramesh: “Hmph. At least you know how to serve.” He took a sip, eyes scanning my body, quietly. His gaze lingered on my boobs, then my kurta. Even wrinkled and stained, I could tell he noticed my cleavage.

Me: “Sahab, I try my best to keep this place… peaceful.” He chuckled, swirling the whisky in his glass.

Ramesh: “Your sahib’s lucky. You’ve got manners, and he told me about your talent too” I nodded, stepping closer to the files.

Me: “Maybe sahib should pay me more for all this effort, no?” Ramesh grinned, not catching the double meaning. But I had planted the seed.

Ramesh leaned back in the leather chair, legs crossed, sipping like he owned the place.

Ramesh: “You know, I manage every rupee in this house. Investments, expenses, even the temple donations go through me.” I feigned awe, placing a dusty file on the desk.

Anu: “Wah… such responsibility, sahab.” He smirked, puffing his chest.

Ramesh: “Your sahib trusts me blindly. If I want, I can even increase your salary. No one would notice.” I tilted my head, voice low.

Anu: “You mean… You could change it just like that?” Biting my lips, looking straight into his eyes.

Ramesh: “Of course. I handle the books. Who checks maid salaries anyway?” I smiled wider. The whisky, the bragging it was all falling into place.

I bent over a drawer, pretending to look for files. But the truth is letting Ramesh to enjoy more of my boobs hanging mid air.

Anu: “Sahab, you said you handle everything… even Madam Anu’s monthly allowance?” I look straight into his eyes while wetting my lips. Ramesh chuckled, swirling the last of his drink.

Ramesh: “Of course. If I want, her balance can rise overnight. No one questions numbers when the money flows.” I turned, slow and curious.

Me: “Must be nice… being in charge.” He eyed me now, more amused than cautiously watching my cleavage.

Ramesh: “Tell me one thing, this madam Anu… is it true she’s spoiled? Always spending, never working?” I shrugged, keeping my smile.

Me: “Spoiled? Maybe. But she’s smart too… smarter than people think.” He laughed.

Ramesh leaned forward, his hand on my shoulder, eyes tracing me, too long, too casually.

Ramesh: “Tell me more about your madam..Anu. What does she like? Designer bags, makeup? And… is she seeing someone? A boyfriend, maybe?”

I tensed, fingers stiff over a folder. The smile stayed, but it was paper-thin now.

Me: “Madam? Hmm… she likes quiet things. Books, long baths. Stays in her room a lot.” I shifted closer to him, back half-turned.

Me: “And boyfriend…? Maybe. She doesn’t tell us much. Rich girls keep secrets, na?” He chuckled, dark and low.

Ramesh stayed right there, fingers tapping on my shoulder sleeve like he owned me.

Ramesh: “You know… madam Anu’s credit card tells her story better than she can. Shopping, gifts, fancy cafes… looks like she’s in love with half the boys in her university.”

Me: “Really, sahab? You read all that… just from numbers?” I froze. The air around me felt heavier.

Ramesh: “I manage the accounts, remember? I see everything. Some boys are lucky to fuck her, huh?”

I stayed quiet, eyes on a file I wasn’t really reading.
He had access. Too much access. But if he thinks he owns me… maybe it was time to start taking advantage of this situation.

Ramesh smirked, setting the glass down with a soft clink.

Ramesh: “That Geet… your hands are famous, you know? Your sahib once told me, ‘Geet’s fingers on my dick can press the worries out of a man’s soul.’ He swears by your blowjob.”

Me: “He says that?” I tilted my head, interest flickering in my eyes.

Ramesh: “Oh yes. Even offered to send you to one of his business partners once. Said your skills were… special not even a call girl can satisfy a man like you did.”

Me: “I only use those skills when someone really deserves it.” A slow grin crept across my face. I stepped closer, file in hand.

Ramesh patted his thigh, his voice dropping just a notch.

Ramesh: “Come, sit. You’ve been standing too long. I want to hear more about Madam Anu… her habits, her moods. She fascinates me.”

Anu: “You’re quite curious about her, sahab.” I walked slowly, heart thudding, not from nerves, but calculation. Ramesh chuckled.

Ramesh: “Can you blame me? She’s beautiful, rich, probably lonely here no man to fuck her. Girls like her… just need the right attention. Someone smart enough to guide her.”

I sat barely on his thigh, keeping a polite distance, nodding thoughtfully. He wanted to trap me. Seduce me. Fuck me.
Make me fall for him.

Ramesh leaned in slightly, touch my boob over my kurta top. He was squeezing it in his palm, eyes still on me. I can feel his dick getting harder.

Ramesh: “So… what kind of boys does madam Anu like to fuck around? Dominant types? Or Slave ones who lick her toe to mouth at a stretch”

I smiled faintlylyly, pretending to think while watching him dig his thumb into kurtha, my nipples erected when his fingers touched my bearskin.

Anu: “She likes smart boys. Confident. The kind who make her love, but not controlled.” My hands started to shiver, sweet drops rolling from my head to my cleavage.

Ramesh: “Interesting… and does she fuck a lot?” He completely cover my boob with his hand and squeeze hard.

Anu: “Not really. She’s picky. Spends more time in front of laptop than in lounges.” I couldn’t control myself, I started applying pressure on his dick.

Ramesh: “Sounds like she needs someone to pull her out of that shell. Show her how a village grown man fuck her.” He pull my boob entirely from my kurta top.

Ramesh: “You’ve seen her up close, na? Describe her. What does madam Anu really look like? How big her boobs? Does she shave? I’ve only heard whispers about what he done in her 12 grade…” Ramesh licked my nipple, then leaned back, eyes narrowing with interest. His hands are rough.

Anu: “She’s tall, skin like morning coffee, Long black hair that falls like silk on her ass cheeks. Nipples? Brown, soft when she’s quiet, sharp when she’s in mood.” I tilted my head, brushing hair from my face, voice turning soft, almost horny.

Ramesh: “Sounds like a Bitch.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

Anu: “And she walks like she owns every room she enters. But she’s still… lost sometimes. That makes her beautiful too, na?” He stared, momentarily quiet.

I put more pressure on his dick over his pant slowly, placing all fingers on his rock hard dick, firm, steady, like I’d seen Geet do to my dad. His dick flinched at first, then relaxed under my fingers like melting wax.

He took another boob out, eyes fluttering half-closed, chewing my both boobs like he’d found heaven in pulp and pressure.

My thumbs worked deep into the muscle, just enough to draw out the groans he couldn’t hide. His breath grew heavier, boobs forgotten in his hand, now closing his eyes like he is loosing his strength.

I didn’t speak. Neither did he.

The room filled only with the soft press of fingers on his dick and the sticky sound of my boobs running down his wrist.

My boobs popped from his hands with a soft thwack, I can feel wetness under his pants, leaving behind a wet stain. I couldn’t help it, I laughed, a hand to my mouth.

Anu: “Sahab, your cum defeated you.” He chuckled, sheepish for the first time. I grabbed a cloth from the side table, leaning forward to dab the mess off his pants. He let me, watching closely, chest rising a little faster.

Then his phone rang. He wiped his hands hastily and tapped it, speaker mode.

Dad: “Ramesh ji did you got the files?” Before Ramesh could reach for the phone, I straightened up and spoke, loud and cheerful.

Me: “Dad! Ramesh ji found those files, I’m just helping him sort them!”A pause.

Dad’s voice over speaker: “Good girl, beta. I knew I could trust you. Ramesh, make sure she’s not doing all the work.” The line clicked. Call ended.

Ramesh blinked at me like I’d just changed the weather in the room. I leaned forward, lowering my voice, lips curling into a soft smile.

Anu: “Now… sahab… if you don’t want this little kinky session and boob party to reach my father… maybe you’ll find a way to increase madam Anu’s monthly allowances.” I winked.

Ramesh’s jaw clenched. His eyes burned with rage, like he wanted to raise his hand, claim back control. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

His gaze dropped to the files I held out, my expression calm… patient… dangerous. He snatched them from my hands, the veins in his neck twitching, and without a word, stormed toward the door.

The front door slammed. A car engine roared. I stood still for a second, then exhaled, a wicked little grin tugging at my lips.

I turned to head upstairs, my heartbeat finally slowing. But then, I paused. My palm felt sticky. I looked down.

Me: “Uff…” I roll my fingers under my panty, it all wet. I stared at it for a second, lips parting in surprise.

A faint blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it. I wiped my hand quickly on the edge of my kurtha and shook my head, smiling to myself.

To be continued…

Hi dosto, kaise ho aap log? Mera naam Sheela Yadav hai, aur main U.P. ke Gorakhpur se hoon. Kai saalon se main story likh rahi hoon. Waise to ladkiyan bahut sarmili hoti hain, par meri baat alag hai. Main sarmili hoon, par unke saamne jo mujhe jante hain, jaise mere gaon wale, relation me, or jo hum logo ko jaante hain. Jise main hi sirf jaanti hoon, mummy papa nahi, wo jaante hain ki main kitni badi chinaal hoon. Bachpan me hi saheliyon ki sangat ne mujhe bigad diya, aur main sex addicted ban gayi. Din bhar bas sex se related baat or photo video dekhna acha lagta hai.

Jisne meri pahli ki story nahi padhi, unko bata doon ki main college se hi chinal ban gayi thi, wo v badi wali. Usse pahle ake ladka hi mujhe pelta tha, uske baad se ake lund pe tiki hi nahi. Bahut aiyaasi ki. Jab tak Gorakhpur city me thi, tab tak khoob aiyaasi ki. Lakin fir gaon aana pada, or saari aiyaasi khatam ho gayi. Is samay v gaon pe hi hoon. Par haan, chudai avi v ho rahi hai, par pelne wale kam hai.

Isse pahli wali story aadhi rah gayi thi. Pahle aap wo part padh le. Or ake baat, mai pahle hi bata de rahi hoon, mai kisi se nahi milongi. Naa video audio call. Mai mail pe reply de doongi ya chat kar sakti hoon. Jo sirf chat karna chahte hain gandi wali chudai ki, wahi mujhe mail kare. Faaltoo me koi massage naa kare.

Jaisa ki maine pahle part me bataya ki main ake play school me padhati thi. Waha maine ake bache ke papa (Raman naam hai) ko pataya tha. Dono khoob aiyaasi karte the. Wo mujhe jaise man karta, waise pelta. Main mana nahi karti. Badle me, wo mujhe gift, kapde, or paise v deta. Uska ake makan sahar ke bahar v tha. Wo mujhe wahi lejake pelta tha. Ye sab aap pichli story me padha lena. Ab uske aage.

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Ake din, dono chudai ke baad, baith kar baat kar rahe the. Usne mujhe bola, “Sheela, tum kahi mujhse saadi ki to nahi na soch rahi ho. Mai pahle hi bata deta hoon, mai saadi nahi kar sakta.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi yaar, mujhe tumse saadi nahi karni. Wo to mummy papa jaha bolenge, wahi karoongi. Mai to bas maje lena chahti hoon.”

Wo bola, “Chalo, tumne tension khatam kar di. Mujhe tumhari jaisi hi ladki chahiye thi, jo sirf chudai se matlab rakhe. Or tum perfect ho. Sabse achi baat tumhare me hai ki tumhari jaisi marzi waise bajane deti ho. Or pelai me josh khoob chadhati ho mera.”

Maine v kaha, “Tum v bahut maje se pelte or naya naya maja dete ho.”

Hum sahar me rahte the or uska gaon wala hi ghar tha, ake safe jagah to dar tha koi dekh naa le. Isi liye kuch excitement nahi ho pa raha tha. Aksar wo school ki chutti ke baad mujhe bike pe baitha or apne gaon wale ghar pe le jata or khoob pelta. Mujhe to uski chudai bahut pasand thi. Boor ki nas nas me dard deta tha. Usko kuch naya naya karna bahut pasand tha. Mujhe v bahut excitement hoti thi.

Jaise kisi park me gaye, to jhadi me chup ke meri choochi dabata, apna lund sahalwata. Cinema hall me v meri choochi dabata tha or lund sahalwata tha. Bahar isse jada nahi ho pata tha. Jab se mujhse mila hai or mujhe pelne laga hai, bata raha tha ki, ab bahut khus rahta hai. Uski biwi bahut kam pelwati thi. Mujhse milne se pahle wo randiyon ko pelta tha, par usko maja nahi aata tha.

Bolta tha ki, “Ake to paise v do or jo man ho, wo ho nahi pata.”

Usne mujhe kaha ki, “Tu meri rakhail hai aajse. Teri saare nakhre mai uthaoonga. Jo chahiye mujhe batana.”

Mai v sare sauk usse pura karwati thi. Jam ke uske maje leti thi. Wo sochta tha ki wo mera maja le raha hai, par asal me mai uske maje leti thi.

Ake din, wo mujhe apne room pe le gaya or waha pela. Fir mujhe bola ki, “Kuch kaam se Lucknow jana hai, 1 din ke liye.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai, chale jao.”

To wo bola ki, “Tum v mere saath chalo. Ake din me mera kaam ho jayega. Fir waha kuch naya try karenge.”

Mai to waise v ake number ki harami. Maine kaha, “Thik hai, chalo.”

Usne kaha, “Do din baad jana hai. Mera kaam din din ka hai; saam ko khali ho jaoonga.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai, par din bhar waha kya karoongi?”

Wo bola, “Tum room me TV dekhna; mai saam tak aa jaoonga… Aaj saam ko milna, kuch naye kapde kharid doonga.”

Fir saam ko wo mujhe ake dukan me le gaya or waha se 2 salwar suit or long skirt dilayi. Maine salwar suit try ki, par bahut tight tha. Maine ake size bada lene ko kaha, to wo bola, “Nahi, yahi lo; isme jada sexy lag rahi ho.”

Salwar v tight thi. Gaand or pair me akdam jaise chipak gai ho.

Fir ake or dukan me le gaya. Wo cosmetic ki dukan thi. Uske dost ki thi. Waha mujhe panty or bra dilaya. Panty wo v jisme piche ake patti hi thi, wahi wali. Or kuch cosmetic ke saman. Fir waha se mujhe mere chaurahe pe drop kiya or chala gaya.

Mai pahle hi school se do din ki chutti le li thi. Subah uthi or taiyari suru ki. Bag me wahi sab rakhi jo dilaya tha usne. Boor or gaand or haath ke bagal ka saare baal saaf kiye rezor se. Akdam chikni ho gai. Saam ko 8.30 pe chaurahe pe gai or wo aaya or dono bus stand chale gaye.

Bus hamari lagi thi. Dono apni seat pe baith gaye. Kuch der me bus chal di. AC bus thi to sab apne parde giraye the, to gaadi me lagbhag andhera tha. Kuch der baad meri coochi ki malish suru ho gai. Bahut der wahi sab chala, fir dono so gaye. Subah 3 baje hi hum Lucknow pahoch gaye. Utar ke auto kiye or hotel pahoonch gaye.

Wo hotel wala uske parichay ka tha. Hotel manager use dekhte hi bola, “Are bhaiya, aane wale hai, bata diye hote to aap ka wayawasta kar deta.”

To wo bola, “Is baar jaroorat nahi hai,” or meri taraf isara kar diya.

Usne bola, “Yaar, room aisa do ki entry pe koi dekhe na.”

Manager fir kuch nahi pucha or room ki chabhi di or bola, “Bagal me v gate hai; waha se ana jaana kar lena, sir.”

Fir Raman ne room ki chabhi li or dono room me chale gaye. Hamare room ki taraf hamara hi ake room tha or side wale gate se aane pe kisi ko dikhayi v nahi dega. Fir room me gaye or jaate hi mujhe bed pe dhakka diya or bola, “Bus me kuttiya bahut tadap gaya tha. Lund se maal v nikal gaya tha.”

Maine kaha, “Meri boor v to paani se lasiyaa gai thi, raja.”

Maine uska pant nikala to uska lund bheeja tha maal se. Maine turant uske lund ko muh me leke chaat li. Itne me to wo khus ho gaya or bola, “Saali, isi liye tu mujhe itna pasand hai. Tu jaanti hai ki mujhe kya chahiye.”

Maine man me socha ki, “Haan, tujhe kya, mujhe sab mardo ka pata hai ki kya chahte hai, saale.”

Fir hamari chudai suru hui or fir dono thak gaye or so gaye. Subah uthi or fresh hone ke baad, wo mujhe naasta karane hotel ke bahar le gaya. Waha line se kai resturent the or sabme bahar baith kar nasta karna tha. Dono ne nasta kiya. Pata nahi wo kya dekh raha tha, idhar udhar. Maine pucha nahi.

Fir dono room me aa gaye. Or uska fir mann kiya to ake baar or pela. To mujhe pela or fir naha ke meeting me chala gaya. Mai din bhar room me hi thi or TV dekh rahi thi. Bich bich me bas bahar gai choclate chips lene. Usne jo suit diya tha, wahi pahni thi. Jab bahar gai to sabhi log mujhe hi dekh rahe the.

Saam ko wo 5 baje karib aaya or aake mujhe fir pela. Fir mujhe ghumane le gaya. Kuch shoping ki; maine do dress or dilaya. Ake nighty v dilaya. Fir humne hotel me khana khaya or room me aa gaye. Dono bahut thak gaye to usne bola, “Kal peloonga, aaj nahi… thak gaya hoon.”

Mera man tha ake baar or chudne ka, par wo thaka tha; isi liye maine force nahi kiya. Boli, “Koi baat nahi, par lund chuswa do.”

To wo lund nikal diya or maine lund khoob choosa. Fir dono lete gaye, nange hi. Fir wo bola, “Sun, tujhe pata hai maine tujhe kyon yaha laya hoon?”

Maine kaha, “Pelne ke liye.”

Wo bola, “Wo to hai hi, par mera man hai ki tujhe koi or pele mere saamne or mujhe tujhe dekhna hai ki tu dosro ka lund lete time tu kaisi lagti hai.”

Maine kaha, “Yaha or kon hai?”

Wo bola, “Kal subah jab hum nasta karne jayenge to waha bahut log honge. Tujhe mai jise dikhaoonga, use tu pata ke room me lana or usse pelwana. Gate band mat karna or mai aa jaoonga. Or fir apne saamne tujhe pelte huye dekhoonga.”

Mujhe to koi aascharya nahi huwa. Or koi dar v nahi tha. Kyon ki koi mujhe jaanta nahi tha. Or jaha koi mujhe nahi pahchanta, waha mai khul ke maje leti hoon, dar nahi lagta. Mai v maan gai.

Subah dono uthe, fresh huye or mujhe wo salwar suit pahnne ko bola, tight wala. Mai jab pahni or sise me dekhi to bahut mast lag rahi thi. Sarif to akdam nahi lag rahi thi. Jaise hoti hai forward ladkiyan, awara type ki. Jise koi dekhe to yahi kahe ki “pelwati khoob hogi” waisi hi.

Usne ake bag liya, taaki jab mujhe waha akela chode to lage ki kaam se chala gaya hai. Fir dono bahar gaye. Kai resturent the or sab me kuch kuch grahak the. Wo bola, “Pahle hum kuch der khade rahenge, taaki tujhe or tere jism ko sab dekh le.”

Maine kaha, “Waise hi sab mujhe dekh rahe hai.”

Kuch der dono waise hi baat kar rahe the. Fir wo mujhe ake table pe baitha diya or order dene chala gaya. Or counter se hi sab ke taraf dekh raha tha ki, “Kon mujhe dekh raha hai jada?”

Fir aake mere bagal me baith gaya. Fir ake aadmi ki taraf isara kiya. Maine dekha to thik hi tha. Par sarir me usse kam tha. Age karib 42-45 ke bich hogi. Mai boli, “Koi ladka dekh lete.”

Wo bola, “Ladke me risk hai… kahi jhagda ho gaya to? Or thoda umar wala hoga to usko khud dar hoga.”

Mujhe koi fark nahi padta hai. Koi rahe, bas lund de or kya. Maine “ok” kaha.

Fir wo bola, “Wo aadmi ahi v tujhe hi dekh raha hai. Tu use dekh or najar se najar mila le.”

Maine kaha, “Mujhe mat shikhao mard kaise patana hai.”

Tabhi nasta aa gaya. To wo bola, “Mai jaata hoon or tu naasta karte karte pata lena. Mai door se hi dekhta rahoonga. Or jab room me jana to kamse kam 20 min baad chudai suru karna, tab tak kiss wagaira hi karna. Mai aa jaoonga or gate band mat karna.”

Fir mere sar pe kiss kiya or chala gaya. Wo kuch door jaake chup gaya or wahi se dekh raha tha.

Fir mai nasta karne lagi or us aadmi ko dekha. Mere dekhte hi wo apni najar hata liya. Jab mai nahi dekhti to wo dekhta or mere dekhte hi dar jaata. Fir mai khud hi use dekhne lagi. Nasta karte karte use baar baar dekhi to use laga ki mai v use pasand kar rahi hoon. Fir dono ki najar mil gai.

Mai use dekhi to usne v najar nahi hataya. Kai baar aise hi huwa to maine smile de di. Bas wo pat gaya, uska v smile aa gaya. Fir aise hi chala or wo himmat karke mere paas aa gaya. Aate hi “Hello” bola. Maine bhi smile dete “Hello” bola.

Wo bola, “Yaha ghoomne aayi hai kya?”

Maine “Haan” kaha, “Kya naam hai aapka?”

Maine kaha, “Sheela Yadav.”

Wo bola, “Wo aapke husband hai?”

Maine kaha, “Haan.”

Wo bola, “Kahi gaye hai kya?”

Maine kaha, “Wo unka office ka kuch kaam hai, wahi gaye hai.”

Maine pucha, “Aap yahi ke ho?”

Wo bola, “Nahi, mai v kaam se hi aaya hoon.”

Maine pucha, “Kya naam hai aapka?”

Usne bataya, “Mohamad Rizwan.”

Wo bola, “Aap bahut sundar ho.”

Maine “thanks” kaha or boli, “Aap v bahut handsome ho.”

Fir dono me baat chit hui, ake doosre ke baare me. Usne bataya ki “uske 4 bache hai, jisme 1 ki saadi ho chuki hai.” Maine v apne baare me bataya, jhut hi, ki uski biwi hoon, avi bache nahi hai, yahi sab.

Wo bola, “Aap mujhe bahut ache lagi. Mujhe dosti karengi?”

Maine kaha, “Kar sakti hoon.”

Wo bola, “Aap ke pati kab tak aayenge?”

Maine kaha, “Saam tak.”

Fir wo bola, “Ake baat boloon, bura to nahi manegi?”

Maine kaha, “Bataiye, bura kya manana?”

Bola, “Kahi or chalte hai.”

Maine kaha, “Kaha bataiye?”

Wo bola, “Mere room me chalengi?”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, nahi… aap ke room me nahi.”

To bola, “Tab aap hi bataiye, kaha chale? Or koi jagah to nahi hai.”

Mai chup thi. Fir boli, “Mere room me chala jaye.”

Wo bola, “Aap ke pati kahi aa gaye to risk hai. Usse safe to mere room me hai, koi nahi aayega.”

Maine kaha, “Nahi, wo nahi aayenge, saam tak.”

Wo bola, “Thik hai, tab chaliye.”

Fir wo kuch khane ka saman or cold drink liye or dono waha se chal diye. Hotel ke paas jaake wo bola, “Thoda rukiye, mai aata hoon.”

Maine kaha, “Thik hai.”

Maine dekha wo ake medical store me gaya, to mai samajh gai ki wo condom le raha hai. Wo leke wapas aa gaya. Maine kaha, “Kya lene gaye the?”

Usne kaha, “Protection” or smile kiya. Maine v use smile di or dono room me chale gaye.

Maine man me plan bana liya tha ki ghuste hi kya kya karna hai. Jaise hi andar gaye, wo mere aage tha. Maine gate band kiya, par kundi nahi lagai or wo jaan v nahi paaya. Fir dono bed pe baithe. Dono ake doosre ko hawas ki najar se dekh rahe the. Mujhse v raha nahi gaya or dono ake doosre pe toot pade. Khoob jordar kiss kiya dono ne, jaise hoth hi chaba jayenge. Kiss karte karte, wo apna haath meri choochi pe le jaake dabane laga. Or dono bed par late gaye or jamnke kiss karne lage. Naya aadmi mila tha to josh v khoob chadha tha. Or wo to jaise kab ka bhukha tha.

Meri choochi ko itna tez daba raha tha ki dard hone laga tha. Bahut josh chad gaya tha. Tabhi wo meri suit upar kar diya or meri choochi ko muh me le liya. Or choosne laga. Hai mera to haal hi bura ho raha tha. Paari para dono choochi khinch khinch ke pi raha tha. Itna josh chadha tha, dosto, us josh ko kaise bataoon? Wo meri choochi khinch raha tha, muh se, or mera haath uske lund pe gaya or maine mehsoos kiya ki uska lund mota hai. Mai man me bhaut khus hui. Or uspar jaise bhoot sawar ho gaya hai, choochi choose jaa raha tha.

Maine use rokte huye kaha, “Jaanu, lund choosna hai.”

Wo itna sunte hi bola, “Haa, jaan… lo naa… mai socha tum choosogi ki nahi.”

Or main uska pant khol ke lund nikali. Mast mota sa lund, lambai karib karib 5 inch ya use thoda jada hoga hi. Mota v acha khasa, meri muthi me pura nahi aa raha tha, lund. Bahut sandar lund tha, uska, dosto.

Mujhe dekh kar raha nahi gaya or turant muh me le li. Jaise hi muh me uska lund gaya, uske muh se nikla, “Sssssss… jaaan… aaaahhhhhh.”

Or mai lund choos rahi thi. Tabhi Raman gate khol ke andar aa gaya or gate band karte bola, “Saali, kutiya… ye kya kar rahi hai?”

Itna sunte hi wo pura dar ke mujhe dhakte huye uta or pant pahante huye gate ki taraf bhaga. Tabhi Raman usko pakad ke dhakka diya or bola, “Madharchod, kaha bhag raha hai?… Ruk! Avi police bolata hoon.”

Itne me to wo dar ke maare uske pair pakad liya or bola, “Nahi, bhai sahab… maaf kar do” or wo rone laga.

Tabhi Raman hans diya. Bola, “Aare bhai, ruko, ruko… majak tha, yaar.”

Mai v hans di. Wo dono ka muh dekhne laga.

Tab Raman bola, “Bhai, utho or bed pe baitho. Asal me, maine hi ise kaha tha, aisa karne ko. Kuch naya try kar rahe the hum.”

To Rizwan bola, “Ajeeb husband wife ho tum dono.”

To Raman bola, “Are yaar, ye meri biwi nahi hai… meri biwi ghar pe hai. Mai to ise maja lene k liye laaya hoon.”

Mai boli, “Haan ji… hum bas dost hai.”

To Raman bola, “Dost nahi hai… ye meri rakhail hai.”

Mai hanste huye boli, “Haan, raja, haan… rakhail hoon” or aake Raman ke god me baith gai, salwar me hi.

Ye sab sun ke uska dar khatam ho gaya. Rizwan bola, “Mujhe to dara hi diye tha tumne.”

Raman ne kaha, “Mai bas kuch excitement karna chahta tha, ki tumko dara ke ise tumse chudwaoonga. Par tum rone lage to mai socha, jada ho gaya.”

Rizwan bola, “Asal me, aaj tak aisa kabhi nahi hua mere saath, or tum aa gaye to mai dar gaya, ki mai tumhari biwi ke saath tha.”

Raman ne kaha, “Ab kar lo, jo karna hai” ” mai bas dekhoonga tum dono ko.”

Mai boli, “Mai bathroom se aati hoon” or mai uth ke jaane lagi.

Tabhi Raman bola, “Gate band mat karna.”

Mai bathroom me gai or salwar, sarka me mootne baith gai. Maine suna, Rizwan bola, “Yaar, isko bura nahi lagega? Tumhare saamne hi karoonga to?”

Raman bola, “Ye randi hai… is samay mere saath hai…”

Itne me mai aa gai, moot ke, to mai boli, “Mujhe bura nahi lagega tum mujhe iske saamne peloge to. Waise v, tumhara lund bahut sandar hai. Mai khud tumse boor marwana chahti hoon” or bolte huye Rizwan ki god me baith gai.

Uska lund meri gaand me chubh raha tha. Rizwan bola, “Matlab, mai khul ke tumhare saath, jo mann, kar sakta hoon?”

Maine kaha, “Jaise marzi, meri marna, mujhe tumhare lund se chudna hai, bas. Mere kai dost hai, or bahut gajab humach ke pele hai mujhe.”

Or fir dono kiss karne lage. Raman cigarette pine laga or fir daru nikala or glass me daal diya. Rizwan se pucha, “Tum v piyoge?”

Rizwan ne mana kar diya, kaha, “Naa, mujhe to bas ise pina hai.”

Or hum dono fir kiss karne lage. Uska lund tight ho gaya tha. Fir mujhe sula ke mere upar aa gaya. Meri dono taange faila ke uske bich me aa gaya, jaise sula ke pelte hain, waise hi. Uska lund meri salwar ke upar se boor ko daba raha tha. Or wo meri choochi khinch khinch ke choos raha tha.

Mere muh se siskari nikal rahai thi, “Ssssssss… aaaaaahhhhh… mmmmmm…”

Mere haath uske baalo ko sahla rahe the. Ake choochi choosta to dosri choochi ko ake haath se daba raha tha.

Mujhe bahut josh chadh gaya tha. Maine use bagal me dhakka diya or uth ke apni salwar v nikal di or nangi ho gayi or boli, “Apna pant nikal… mujhe lawda choosna hai.”

Wo bola, “Khud nikal le” to mai uska pant nikal di or uska mota lund tan ke khada tha.

Wo haath me lund leke hilate huye bola, “Isne bahut sari ladkiyon ko liya hai.”

“Dekhte hai, kaisi hai…”

“Tu aa, raani, mera lund chaat.”

Mai uske bagal me baith gai or uska lund muh me leke choosne lagi. Uska lund akdam tight ho gaya tha, josh me. Maine uske lund ko muh me ghusa li or andar lund ke back side ko jeebh se chatne lagi, muh me lund ghusaye huye hi.

Uske muh se siskari nikal gai, “Saali, paani jhadwa degi kya?”

Maine “hhhmmmm” kiya or fir lund choosne lagi. Uska haal bura hone laga. Maine lund nikal diya or haat me leke muth marne lagi. Waise koi or hota to uska paani jaroor nikal jaata. Mai samajh gai ki ye itni jaldi jhadne wala nahi hai.

Lund ko muth marte marte, mai uske pelhar (dono balls) ko chatne lagi. Uske pelhar pe baal the, par koi nai, mai pure josh me uske dono ball pari para muh me leke choosi. Fir pelhar upar karke pelhar ke niche chati. Fir uske pair dono utha di.

Wo bola, “Saali, ye kya kar rahi hai?”

Maine kaha, “Tum maje lo, bas.”

Or apni jeebh lejake uski gaand ki ched pe ghumane lagi. Mujhe pasand hai gaand chatna or mardo ko usse v jada pasand hai gaand chatwana, mujhe kisi ne bataya tha. Or bas uska gaand chatne lagi. Uske muh se nikla, “Saali, maja aa gaya… or chaat.”

Wo bola, “Saali, avi tak jitno ko pela hai, kisi ne aisa nahi kiya. Tu to bahut top hai. Wo sab to bolne pe lund chooste thi. Or tu mast mast. Maja aa raha hai.”

Mai v puri masti me uska josh badha rahi thi, lund chat chat ke. Jab usko maja aane laga to maine thoda thook laga diya uske gaand me or ungli se uski gaand malne lagi. Or fir dhire se ake ungli uski gaand me daal di. Usko maja aaya to mai ungli aage piche karte huye uska lund muh me le li or lolipop ki tarah choosne lagi or ungli andar bahar karne lagi.

Kuch der ki to use bahut josh chad gaya or bola, “Chal aa tu, late… mujhe pelna hai teri boor.”

To mai turant bed pe late gayi or dono taang upar hawa me faila di. Boor dekh kar usko or josh aa gaya. Maine mooh se thook nikala or lund ko pura gila kar diya. Wo lund meri boor ke paas lejake bola, “Tu khud ghusa, mera lund.”

Maine lund haath me pakad ke boor me thoda sa ghusaya or fir dono haath uske dono chuttad pe rakh kar boor ki taraf dabaya, pura lund andar.

Wo bola, “Love you, jaan… yahi chahiye tha mujhe. Tu paaki raand hai, saali…”

Or itna bolte hi lund pelne laga. Hotel ka bed bahut soft tha, lag raha tha, jaise wo uchal uchal ke lund pel raha hai. Lund mota tha to boor pura fail jaa rahi thi.

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Hi,
This is Ansh, back from the sleep. I’ve been a gigolo for quite a while now and have had multiple sex partners of both the genders. Yes, I’ve had my cock sucked by males as well but only when the couple had a cuckold partner. I’ve had long and multiple sessions with lesbians and with divorced females. I believe, sex is a basic need and you should be getting as per need. However, no guilt post the same is the key and no force.
Now, coming back to the story, it’s about a wealthy and rich professional, Risha, aged 37 who holds a very senior position in a listed company. She, being a senior, control various aspects of not just business, but in a way her employees as well. She’s a strict boss who always expects best out of her team and pushes the boundary to get results. She’s not afraid of insulting the team infront of others especially the opposite gender.
Coming to her figure, she’s quite hot for her age. Not very fair, but has a nice shade to her skin, 35C boobs with a waist of 29 inch and nice bosom. She’s not an exhibitionist and keeps her outfit professional during office. She’s a divorcee as her husband couldn’t digest her professional growth outpacing his. She carries black long curly hair with dove shaped eyes and straight nose. Loves her fitness and is a regular gym goer.
Now, her professional growth, being a senior who’s giving command and divorce created a vacuum in her life. She’s always craving for something and she read one of my earlier experience with a widowed mother and decided to give it a try.
Now, she’s not used to having chats around her personality let alone sexuality. But, I gently lead her to open up by asking small aspects of her life and making her comfortable. She mentioned to me she’s more of a tea person unlike other seniors who’re into coffee, she likes action movies and with time, opened up about the fact that she likes the scenes where men take control and give the female pleasure.
After more than a month of conversation, she was eager to meet but by then, I had been able to gauge that she’s someone who’s craving a dominator. Trust me, a lot of females who’ve outperformed professionally find themselves craving for a secret master to get their desires fulfiiled. They’re on the lookout for complete submissive state and want to keep that part of their lives as if it doesn’t exist.
So, to keep up the spark and bring out this personality, I started teasing her virtually by giving her some hints of what our time together will be but never completing it to the end. Then, I decided to take some more control in person but not disclosing myself. I asked to meet me in a mall in vasant kunj but didn’t disclose what I’d be wearing.
After reaching, I messaged her and here’s our conversation:
Ri: I’ve reached, how long before you come?
Me: I’m also here, just come on the second floor near XYZ stall. btw, what are you wearing so I can recognize you.
Ri: I’m in a bright yellow crop top with a blue denim.
Now, I was standing opposite to the store in a manner she couldn’t see if I was staring and when she arrived, I was able to get a fair idea of her assets and looks.

Ri: I’ve reached and am standing in front of the store.
Me: I know, I’ve seen you.
Ri: Seen me, what do you mean? Where are you now?
Me: You know what, I expected you to be more sexy and let’s call it off.
Ri: Are you mad, who the hell do you think you’re?
Me: I’ve my taste and you don’t live up to the expectation
Ri: Fuck off. I should’ve never wasted my time to come.
Me: me too, go to hell.

I was observing her frustration and saw her moving to a food joint and she got tea. She was sitting and felt as if she was very upset. She texted me again.
Ri: Why are you doing this? I came because we both agreed and now you just leave without meeting.
I waited for about 5 minutes and then
Me: I just don’t find you attractive enough.
Ri: Attractive, what do you mean? I’ve told you about my urges, my figure and desires, you knew what I had in mind but now ditching.
Me: yes, but after seeing, I feel as if fucking you won’t be interesting and it would feel like a boring session (I was getting paid for it, but had to risk to get most fun)
Ri: Why? I’m open to all kinds of sex.
Me: are you? I don’t think you’ll be able to do as I’d prefer.
Ri: what do you mean? I told you I like it soft and rough both. What else is there which I won’t like.
Me: I want to be your master. Follow my orders and not question. Fuck you anyway I like as long as it’s not permanent damage.
Ri: You’re nuts. I should’ve never messaged you.

I didn’t respond.

About 10 mins later, she was just roaming the same corridor and I received a message
Ri: Ok, but I’ve never done this and not sure about my limits.

I responded after 20 mins,
Me: You’re mine now. Send me your address and leave for your home. Change to a professional attire and be ready to receive me. I’ll see you there.

She obeyed and I reached her home after an hour and a half. I wanted to dominate her but not just like any regular dominator, but one who’s gained domination because of a situation. So, I was thinking I’ll act as a corporate lawyer who’s coming with bad news of her being laid of and being fined a hefty amount for a fraud. All of this context was given to her and she was told to play along and she’d be punished whenever I don’t like any of her action.

I rang the bell and she opened. We’re sitting in her living area adjacent to each other.

Me: Ms. Risha, you know you’ve been accussed of harrasing multiple team members and one them has been admitted to hospital as you pushed him to hard.
Ri: That’s my job to get best of them. They’re not serious about delivering results.
Me: Your job is not to send anyone to hospital. You know the consequences of your actions?
Ri: You can’t take any action.I’m too critical for the company.
Me: Oh, that’s why you think you can do whatever you want. Well, you’re being asked to go on LWP and if the allegations are proven, you’ll be fined a hefty amount, a blacklisting and termination.
Ri: No, that’s not true. I’m way too critical to be suspended. Further, there’s no proof.
Me: You know what, you just admitted to me what all you’ve been doing to your team. It’s not just late night work, it’s your abuses and your insults. and I’ve been recording all of our conversations.

She’s now sweating hard and has gone pale. I never expected her to do it so nice but I guess I tapped into her utmost fearful thought.
Ri: Well, men need to take up their jobs more seriously and work hard. Insults are part of job.
Me: You’re a scumbag and have overgrown your ego. You need to be taught a lesson about respect

She was clueless at this point and went blank. I grasped the opportunity to take a stroll around her house. She was just clueless as to what’s happening.
Me: I’ll teach you the basics of human respect. Show me the bathroom.
She walked me to the bathroom.
Me: It looks dirt and needs to be cleaned.
Ri: Who are you to tell me this?
Me: Go and clean the bathroom. Sit there and start scrubbing the floor.

She goes inside and starts rubbing the floor with mop. Once she’s done, I go close to her, pull her hair a bit and give her a slap on her face.
Me: It’s still dirty, see the spot there, and there, and there? You’re a worthless shit.
R: I’ll clean everything again.
She again starts cleaning.

I was pushing her to submission and wanted to see if she’s aroused by it. and I was on right track, she’s sweating throughout but most interesting part was, while cleaning, she was playing with her lips and biting them. I went to kitchen to have water and brought some items from there. On return, I saw her erect nipples pushing out of her shirt(I had asked her not to wear bra) and her skirt slightly wet with her thighs moist.
I was confident she’s wet down and the fire in her was on. I went behind her, grabber her neck and was playing and she was almost as if she’d given full control to me. I made her lie on stomach on bathroom floor and just teased her neck and ears. I could feel her leaking and she was in some other world altogether.
I moved towards her pussy under her skirt and woah, she was wet. And all she could say were silent moans.
Me: You want it?
Ri: yes.
Me: You want to finger yourself?
Ri: yes.

Me: You can do it, but you can’t cum unless I say so. Go on, finger yourself with one hand and keep scrubbing floor with another.
Me: You’re a horny bitch who loves to be controlled.
By her expression, I guess she was too excited to say anything, she just obeyed like a child.
The sight was amazing, a hot senior executive, rubbing herself on her bathroom floor and rubbing the floor with another hand. I went very close to her and felt her body but never touched her. She was craving the touch but I didn’t give her. I felt her shape, her skin, her legs but was maybe milimeters away.
She was about to cum and then I asked her to stop fingering. She was panting and had a completely dissatisfied look on her face but I was enjoying it.

Me: Good, now go and fetch water for yourself and me.
She stood and was going but I wanted to humiliate more.
Go on hopping on one leg. (I wanted to see her jugs bounce). She went hopping and brought 2 glassed and a water bottle. I drank water but didn’t let her drink.

She was thirsty. I closed the lid of the pot and sat on it. I asked her to lick my toes and while she was doing it, I poured water on them for her to drink.
This was stretched for me as well, but she loved the humiliation and sucked my toes and made them dry.
Now, I knew she’s given in completely.
She was still wet and horny as she’d not cum yet and I was rock hard.
We went to her living area again and I sat on her sofa and asked to take her skirt off (still keep the panty on) and rub her clit on my hard dick. I was still in my undies as she did so that she doesn’t get the feel of the dick yet and I wanted to take her cravings to apex.

She was not at all good at dry humping and rubbing herself on me.
Me: How have you reached where you are? You’re not good at anything.
Ri: Teach me please.
Me: But you want to cum first, right?
Ri: Yes master.

This was the first time she said master and I wanted her to do it than me asking for it.
Once she admitted to it, now it was me taking it to next level.

Me: If you want to cum, all you had to do was ask correctly.
Ri: Can I cum now?
I gave her a light slap.
Me: No. I said ask correctly.
Ri: I don’t know the correct way.
I gave her a tight spank and gestured with my eyes to go on fours.
Ri (on her fours): Can I cum now?
Slap again.
Ri: I asked correctly now, please let me cum master.
Me: Go ahead, but suck me and finger yourself together. (I wanted to use please or master to give her mental obidience)
She was then sucking me and fingering herself but it wasn’t feeling nice. I felt she’d cum very soon and asked her to stop fingering and spanked her again. I pushed my dick further in her mouth and she continued sucking.
When I was about to release, I stopped her and made her go on fours again.
I had something more devilish in my mind. We both were now very horny and I was the one in control. But, to make her go of any further thoughts of control in future, I handed her a knife which I had earlier brought from kitched and handed it to her. I now pushed her on the sofa and she was lying on the same with the knife. I put a condom on my dick and was rubbing it around her wet pussy. She was moaning., Then, I grabbed her neck and made her choke a bit. She was shocked. Once she drew a breath, I did it again. She was angry and shocked again.
Me: You now hold the knife and can take control of the situation. Push me away and I’ll leave.
She was amazed and shocked and was blank.
Ri: What are you saying?
Me: you can take control now, ask me to leave or be my boss and ask me to fuck you. I’ll obey.
Ri: What are you doing. Fuck me.
Me: Listen carefully. You’ve the weapon and can take control and be my master. Or
Ri: Or?
Me: Throw the knife and say “You’re my master. from now on. My body, my mind, my soul belongs to you whenever you want. Whatever you say if my command and I shall obey”.
Ri: Yes, “You’re my master. My body, sould and mind belongs to you forever”.
While she was saying it, I pushed my dick inside her dripping pussy and she felt a sigh of relief and pleasure. We fucked and fucked and the sexual tension between us had now transformed into a wild fuck fest.
We both couldn’t last much as we’d played a lot. So, a wild quick first round.
After it was done, I asked her to lie on floor and let her pussy leak her fluids. I was sitting on sofa with my feet playing her boobs and nipples.
I was taking out the condom when
Ri: Master, I’ll do it.
She took out the condom using her mouth and cleaned my dick with her mouth.

Then, after 30 mins, we went to her bedroom where I asked her to arouse me and fuck me. And she brought her skills out.
Ri: Master, I’ll now serve you. you’ve given me something which I didn’t know I needed. Now, I’ll give everything to you and you just need to relax.

She started with gently rubbing my body and a massage and I was quite aroused but half asleep due to her genle massage and didn’t even feel when started sucking me. Fuck, forget about sucking, I didn’t even realise when she put the condom on as when she rode me, I was just enjoying and when I was about to cum, I asked her to step down and she said, we’re using protection.
For me, that was the first time a female was able to take me to the world where I don’t recall putting the condom on.

This was our first experience but path to our future encounter was set. While leaving, she gave me about 35000 cash (I do charge on occasional basis).

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In Forbidden Discoveries (Parts 1–6), Pallavi, Rohini and Tanvi share a string of intense, emotion-fueled threesomes, with constantly changing control. Tanvi has clearly asserted control over both of them. She has ensured that she can dictate when they both get to cum.

She has forced them to both push their boundaries of sexual exploration. Pallavi and Rohini struggle with fear, desire, and loyalty to Tanvi. For six sessions, Pallavi and Rohini conspired to take back power.

They once secretly planted a hidden camera on Tanvi when they were all at their most vulnerable. This allowed them to record the entire session, marking the launch of their ambitious take-back initiative.

We were adjacent to one another, glued to the screen. The camera view was clear. Tanvi had transformed her bedroom into a rumpus room. The curtains closed, ambient lights turned on, and red candles flickered near the bed.  She opened her bedroom door.

She walked into the room in a tight latex corset and leather boots with her hair in a high ponytail. The scene happened like a choreographed ballet—Tanvi dominant over him. He was compliant, the steady building heat between them. The camera she had hidden in the curtain rings caught it all, every whispered command, gasp, and shiver.

Her boyfriend stood awkwardly, shirtless, next to the bed, already half-hard.

“On your knees,” she ordered harshly, her voice crisp with authority.

He immediately went to his knees.

“Good boy, pet,” Tanvi smirked, running her fingertips under his chin. “Today you don’t cum until I am done. And you will beg me for every second. You understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Tanvi.”

“Strip.”

He paused and looked at her. Tanvi stepped closer and slapped his cheek, not hard, just firm. “When I say strip, it’s not a thought. It’s an obey.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered and backed away to strip.

Rohini leaned near and whispered, “Wow. She’s really got him trained.”

Tanvi paced slowly around him, almost like a predator. “Hands behind your back. No speaking unless I speak to you.”

And he was. She pulled out a steel ruler from under the bed.

“Oh my god, she had that ready,” I whispered.

Tanvi dragged the ruler slowly down his back. “Do you remember your safe word, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Peach.”

“Good. But let’s hope I don’t hear it.”

Tanvi pushed him gently down onto the bed while cuffing his wrists to the head of the bed. Her fingers were quick, practised. Cuffed and blindfolded.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear, before biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him jump.

“Good. First off, lick me. I want you to taste me — all of me — until I tell you to stop. Don’t lose focus.”

Her eyes flashed with that fierce light. The same one I saw many times before, but tonight it was brighter. With the command of a queen, she ordered him, and he complied.

Gently, her fingers moved through his hair and pressed his face down as she scooted back on the bed. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled her legs apart. “I’m not in the mood for waiting. Show me how eager you are to please me.”

The room trembled with the soft sounds of his tongue tracing delicate paths on Tanvi’s body. I watched Tanvi’s expression as it morphed — her eyes half-open, lips parted, shivers danced down her spine. She craved the control, the power to make him beg silently through devotion.

“Faster,” she said suddenly, now with a sharper voice. “Don’t tease me. I want full attention.”

He complied right away, tongue fluttering and swirling, lips sucking soft where she led him. Tanvi’s hands roaming her body, breathing heavily as she sank deeper into the feel. “Good, that’s it,” she said, fingers tightening in his hair. “Make me feel it. Show me you’re worthy.”

Minutes passed, slow and rhythmic worship, punctuated only by Tanvi’s low, sultry moans and sounds of wet, hungry kisses. “Keep going,” she urged in breathy tones. “Don’t stop until I say.”

Her boyfriend obeyed without question. I could almost feel Tanvi’s power coming through the walls. The hold she had over him.

Then suddenly, Tanvi shifted, a wicked smile curling her lips. “Now, you’re going to hold your mouth on me. No breaks, no breathing. I want you desperate, struggling for air while I make you worship.”

He hesitated for just a second before realising he was completely breathless under her control. He sealed his lips tight over her pussy, releasing his breath while she pressed him on. Tanvi’s body stiffened, eyes shut while she took another wave of pleasure, every nerve alive with the sensation.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice laced with an unmistakable sense of satisfaction. “You’re mine.”

She continued down his body, positioning herself over his thighs. “Look how hard you are already. Pathetic. You haven’t even earned it yet.”

With exaggerated movements, she put on a pair of black gloves and began to play with him, using only her fingertips.

“Please…” he groaned.

She froze instantly.

“Already begging? You’re really weak,” she cooed, leaning in. “You’re only going to cum when I say. Not before. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.

She reached for a bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount on her gloved hands and rubbing them together slowly. Then, she suddenly took him into her mouth, just the tip, swirling her tongue as he moaned.

Rohini nudged me. “She’s really into the dom game now.”

Tanvi pulled back. “What do you say, pet?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?”

“For… for your mouth…”

She slapped his inner thigh gently with the ruler. “Try again.”

“Thank you for using me… for your pleasure, Mistress.”

She smiled. “That’s better.”

She had crawled up his body, her latex corset squeaking as she moved. She let her bare breasts spill out, rubbing them against his chest while she whispered, “You’re not allowed to cum until I slide onto you. And when I do, you’ll hold it. Or else.”

Then she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a vibrating bullet.

“Mmm, you’ve been a naughty boy lately, haven’t you?”

He faltered.

“Answer me,” she barked.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She turned on the vibrator and pressed it just beneath his tip. His hips involuntarily bucked.

Tanvi smirked. “That’s right, let it build. But you better not spill a drop…”

She teased him with it, dragging it across his shaft and around his balls, leaving him a moaning mess.

Rohini whispered, “He won’t last long.”

Tanvi teased him for possibly another two minutes before finally sliding down onto him, riding slowly and deeply. Tanvi was slowly Taking his dick into her already cummed pussy. Now she started to ride him, a few seconds at a slow pace, and then gradually increased her pace.

But as we thought, and expected, within three minutes, he jerked and came, collapsing into the bed with a groan.

Tanvi stopped and squinted at him.

“Are you serious?” she hissed. “Three minutes?”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he breathed.

She climbed off and wiped his mouth and body. “I just spent twenty minutes building you up. And you couldn’t even last through one song?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

She ripped off the blindfold and cuffs. “Get dressed. We’re done.”

He looked devastated. “Tanvi…”

“Next time,” she said, her voice cold, “you don’t get to touch me unless you prove you can serve me.”

She walked out of the room, leaving him lying there, dazed.

I turned to Rohini. “We have it all.”

Every word. Every order. Every fail.

Rohini smiled. “She has no idea how powerful this video is.”

We both knew—this was the turning point.

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