Man of Power 15: Passion or Pride
Korben Hunter
Man of Power 15
Passion or Pride
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications 2024
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All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Vikas is a fictional character, his ad agency is fictional, his world is fictional, the industry he works in is a figment of imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding, pseudo-incest (sex with in-laws) and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any person, group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Photos
I have been doing this for a while now – generating images with AI to illustrate the dresses that my characters wear in the story. The photos are created by AI, so they are not always an accurate depiction of the dress I am describing but they are close and getting closers as the technology evolves but still, use the photos as a reference but pay attention to the description of the dress as the accurate design of the dress.
As you would have noticed, I use the dresses not just for adornment of the character’s body but also as a point for flirting, make-out etc. All those actions will be based on the description that I provide for the dress or outfit.
I am still quite interested in get your feedback on the photos, if they helped in getting an idea of the design of the dresses, did they add to your enjoyment of the story or was it the other way around?
Let me know what you think.
Thank you.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Shweta Lays Down the Law
Chapter 2 – Kareena Plays Her Game
Chapter 3 – Jahnvi Can be Mean
Chapter 4 – Payal Reports Back
Chapter 5 – Aishwarya Makes Lunch Plans
Chapter 6 – Palak Needs a Man’s Help
Chapter 7 – Kareena Shares the Plan
Chapter 8 – Ruhi Follows the Plan
Chapter 9 – Locker Room Dynamics
Chapter 10 – Sahay Gets a Chance
Chapter 11 – Saif Faces the Truth
Chapter 12 – Roshni Needs Advice
Chapter 13 – Kareena is in Heaven
Chapter 14 – Shweta Needs a Favour
Chapter 15 – Aishwarya Gets In
Chapter 16 – Ruhi Loves the Camera
Chapter 17 – Vikas Talks Business
Chapter 18 – A Special Lunch
Chapter 19 – Neha’s Dilemma
Chapter 20 – Saif Has an Idea
Chapter 21 – Ruhi Gets Hot
Chapter 22 – Mira Plays a Role
Chapter 23 – Vansh Gets In
Chapter 24 – Vikas Holds Court
Chapter 25 – End of a Good Game
Chapter 26 – Aishwarya Shares
Chapter 27 – Neha Goes on Her Date
Chapter 28 – Neha Meets Vikas
Chapter 29 – Neha Gets Bold
Chapter 30 – Rashmika is a Bad Girl
Chapter 31 – Neha Plays Smart
My Other Books
Introduction
I find it incredible that we have had fourteen books in this series and still the story is carrying on strong. When I was writing this fifteenth book (and that’s just in the mainline), I was well aware that the story is nowhere close to done. There is so much still happening, so much to look forward to, so many characters to get to know intimately, that it would continue for a while. The good thing here is that the fans of the series feel the same way and have been giving it a lot of love.
Vikas’ life is getting busy on both personal and business fronts but there are other characters also who have their eventful lives worth chronicling. They bring their own flavour of drama, romance and sex, and sometimes their kinks, into the story and it becomes busier but I think more interesting as well.
The only challenge I have that I am still struggling with, is the pace. With so many things happening in each story, I am still not able to cover more than a day in one book. With new characters demanding their own time, this is becoming even harder. In this book, we go from Vikas’ morning to night but his day is not even finished yet.
But I seem to be the only one complaining about that. No readers have given me any grief for taking a whole book to narrate only a day’s worth of events and hopefully, as long as things are engaging and sexually charged, you won’t complain.
My main challenge in this book was to do justice to Kareena and Vikas' reconciliation. As all writers and directors know, it’s easy to make friends into enemies but reviving a friendship that has gone sour is extremely hard to do in a believable manner. For that reason, I have taken the time and space to bring them together in a way that should not seem forced or fake.
But you are the ultimate judge of that. Tell me how it came out. I will be waiting for your feedback.
Love,
Korben Hunter
Series Info
A quick recap for this series. In the first book Vikas meets Kajal, their romance grows and they get married. Vikas also takes control of his mother-in-law - Sonali. After his marriage with Kajal, Vikas takes her and her family on their honeymoon as a family trip.
The second book covers their journey on the honeymoon during which they travel to Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. They also take a cruise in those parts. On this journey, we find that Kajal enjoys it when Vikas claims pretty girls and tells her about it.
In the third book, Vikas and the rest of the family are back in Bombay and everybody goes back to their business. We meet a few more characters as Vikas continues to run and expand his business. His circle of influence grows and he conquers new beauties.
In the fourth book, Vikas has many opportunities where he meets beautiful women in his office, in his business sphere and in commercial alliances. He exploits these opportunities in his unique masterful style.
In the fifth book, Vikas works on expanding his business but also takes possession of some stunningly beautiful women, some as models but others in his business circle.
In the sixth book, Vikas is travelling to Delhi with Rhea for her fashion show. This book covers that journey and part of his first day in Delhi. You meet some of his old friends and some new ones that he makes because you know, Vikas is Vikas.
In the seventh book, Vikas was very much involved in the fashion show and although he had not come for that, he does have a lot of fun there. The fashion show is full of sexy, gorgeous girls who are not shy and do not mind mixing with a handsome ad-agency owner on a social level. When the seventh book ended Rhea had just won the first prize for her dress in the fashion show.
In the eighth book Vikas is still in Delhi with Rhea and the events of the fashion show are unfolding. When we last saw Rhea, she had just won the first prize in the fashion show. The story carries on in this book and follows Vikas and Rhea’s weekend. Toward the end of the book they return to Bombay, so you can rest assured that the story will continue as normal in the next book.
In the ninth book, we see mostly Vikas working on his business. There are two major acquisitions in that book – Pooja Hegde and Parineeti Chopra. Vikas opens a new bank account in order to get a loan to buy Crewing Partners. He is also working on a deal with an American modelling agency to source models from there.
The tenth book sees Vikas interacting, romancing and fucking his favourite most trusted whores. Things carry on both in business and in family. Vikas finally claims Shweta, an event that had been in the offing for a long time.
In the eleventh book the story continues from where it was in the last book. Vikas is at Shweta’s in the beginning and then his business life and work life continue. Rashmika and Ravi have dinner at Vikas' and things change forever in their lives.
The twelfth book starts exactly where the last one left with Rashmika and Ravi still hanging out with Vikas. The main story in this book is the Agarwal family going to meet the Sharma family to see their daughter Neha for Guddu. That had a lot of family implications plus a blast from the past for Vikas and some secrets and some revelations.
In the thirteen book, the day continues, we have family meetings to discuss some of the events , some events take place in current time, but you also see some characters preparing for the events to come in the next few days.
Fourteenth book sees the golf game being played and with it, Vikas playing his own games with smoking hot babes. This book continues the sub-plots from the last book and characters other than Vikas also heat up the screen.
The golf game continues in the fifteenth book and Vikas spends more time at the golf club with Kareena, Aishwarya and others. He even manages to claim another new piece. The second part of his day is dedicated to family, going on a double date with Guddu and his would-be wife Neha Sharma.
The other books are also available on the same platforms as this book. The first six books are also available as two trilogy bundles.
This is the most popular series and as a result it has had some spin-off's based on the main premise. These are:
Flying High - 2 books
Angel Face - 1 book
Tammy Story - 1 book
Inviting Trouble - 2 books
Family Matters – 2 books
Chapter 1 – Shweta Lays Down the Law
The way Abhimanyu was holding his head in his hands it was clear that he was paying the price for last night’s partying with his friends. He groaned as he stumbled in and plopped down on the sofa. Shweta looked at him but instead of making a face, she smiled and went into the kitchen. Two minutes later, she came out and handed Abhimanyu a glass full of a red liquid that looked like tomato juice.
“What’s this?” Abhimanyu looked at her.
“The same thing that Vikas gave you the other day.” Shweta said “Remember, drink it all in one breath.”
Abhimanyu didn’t want to be obligated to the man who was banging his wife but he was in pain, it was hurting his head even to breathe. He gave in and drank the solution. It burnt his throat and he was coughing when Shweta handed him a glass of water. Abhimanyu downed that quickly as well. Within two minutes his head was clearing up and he was able to open his eyes without feeling a pain behind his eyeballs.
“Look, if you want to sleep with your boss, that’s your business,” Abhimanyu came into the kitchen to return the empty glass “but you won’t be doing that under my roof. And he is absolutely not coming anywhere near my business.”
Shweta was cooking, she carried on cooking and just asked him “Do you want mild spices in your omelette or can you handle normal?”
“Did you hear –“ Abhimanyu interrupted himself. He wanted to put his foot down and lay the law in his own home but after drinking that hangover cure he was now hungry and as self-preservation won over dignity, he said “Um...normal.”
Shweta cooked breakfast, then she served it to him. She carried on as normal until he had finished his breakfast. Then she told Palak to clear the table and do the dishes while she went to the living room. Abhimanyu had turned on the TV to watch cricket. Shweta picked up the remote, turned it off and put it on the table. She climbed on the sofa, straddling Abhimanyu with her knees on either side of him.
This morning Shweta was wearing a short silver nightie with nothing underneath it. Abhimanyu had noticed how it clung to her tight ass as she moved around. Now as she opened her legs, it rode up even higher and he got to see not just her milky white thighs but even a peek of her pantyless pussy. His heart skipped a beat.
“So, you are ok with my boss fucking me.” Shweta said.
“I...I...yes,” Abhimanyu said but with less conviction “he...he can fuck you anywhere he wants, but not here.”
“You have no problem my boss banging me then?” Shweta smiled.
“It’s not like I am ever getting anything from you.” Abhimanyu shrugged.
“Don’t be so sure.” Shweta pulled up her nightie a few more inches, baring her pussy completely for his eyes “I am still your wife, after all.”
Abhimanyu licked his lips, The tank nightie was very deep cut and Shweta had amazing full, heavy breasts.
“But he can’t nail me here, huh?” Shweta put her hands on his shoulder and leaned in even further, Abhimanyu could see her breasts in her deep neck.
“N....no...this is my house....he can’t...he can’t come here,” Abhimanyu tried to be forceful though his dick was getting harder and he was feeling much weaker than before.
“Abhi, remember the first time, and only time, you lifted your hand to me?” Shweta said gently.
“Y...yes.” Abhimanyu swallowed as he nodded.
“What happened after that?” Shweta continued in the sweet, soft tone.
“You...burnt my....my....” Abhimanyu could not even say it, the memory of finding his most coveted possession, his autographed cricket jersey in a pile of ash in the kitchen sink was too traumatic.
“Right....and what do you think would happen if you mess around in my love life and my work life?” Shweta said in a soft but menacing tone “What will I burn this time?”
Abhimanyu didn’t answer. He shuddered to think what she might do.
“Exactly. So get this thought out of your head that you are in-charge.” Shweta put her fingers under his chin and made him look up into her eyes as she said firmly “Wo mere boss hain, so jahan chahenge meri lenge. Office mein to wo chodenge hi mujhe, but jab unki marzi hogi yahan aayenge aur mere hi bed mein soyenge,. Raat bhar mujhe ragdenge.”
[He is my boss, he will fuck me when and where he wants. He will of course fuck me in the office, but whenever he wants, he will come here and he will sleep in my bed only. He will pound me all night.]
“Shweta, this is....” Abhimanyu tried even though he knew he had already lost the game.
“Listen to me,” Shweta said firmly “he owns me now. I am his bitch. But he doesn’t control just my life, he controls yours too. He will fuck me in the office, of course, he will, it’s his right, but he will come here whenever he wants, I will invite him. You will welcome him like an esteemed guest and treat him with respect even though you know he is going to bang your wife. He will fuck me anywhere in the house, and if he wants you to watch, you will sit and watch while he pounds your wife like his personal whore, because I am his personal whore.”
She was being incredibly graphic and detailed. Abhimanyu was surprised that her humiliating words were making his cock hard so fast that he could not imagine. Shweta lowered her ass on his cock and said “Now, tell me that you understand.”
“I...I...” Abhimanyu was feeling more humiliated by the fact that now she knew how hard he was “I understand. But Shweta, my daughter lives in his house and you are saying -”
“Palak!” Shweta called out “Come here, dear.”
“Yes, mumma.” Palak came into the room. She had finished doing the dishes, she was listening to their conversation from the kitchen.
“Darling, do you know about my relationship with my boss?” Shweta said.
“Of course, mumma. I am so happy about it. Finally, he owns you.” Palak said. Abhimanyu was too shocked to say anything.
“You have any problem if he comes here?” Shweta said.
“Not at all, mumma.” Palak said “He is a wonderful man and I love that you belong to him now. I know he slept in your bed, I know what he did to you, that’s his right.”
Abhimanyu was staring at Palak. He finally found his voice “How can you say that, Palak?”
“Because I know that mumma wasn’t happy and now she is.” Palak shrugged “I hope he will own me soon too.”
“Palak!” This was too much for Abhimanyu to digest.
“Why are you screaming at your daughter, Abhi?” Shweta said “You know she wants to be a model and actress. You can’t be so daft that you don’t know how models get work?”
“Casting couch is very normal now, dad.” Palak said “Bina chude koi ladki model nahin banti.”
[No girl becomes a model without getting nailed.]
Abhimanyu was too aghast to think about it but he tried “But Vikas is a...he is not a good guy, dear. Look what he is doing to your mom.”
“He is not doing anything to mom that she doesn’t want.” Palak said boldly “Mumma deti hain, tabhi to wo lete hain. He never fucks her forcibly. He can help my career in a big way, so for me he is a good guy.”
[He fucks mom because mom wants him to fuck her.]
“This is your influence.” Abhimanyu looked at Shweta accusingly. He was distressed by the fact that his cock was still rock hard and Shweta knew it because she was rubbing her smooth, bare ass on it.
“Palak, go to your room, honey.” Shweta said “and don’t come here until I call you.”
“Ji, mumma.” Palak made sure to close the door before she went to her room.
“You were talking about your business,” Shweta rubbed her ass slowly back and forth on his lap and as she opened her legs, Abhimanyu felt the heat of her hot, bare pussy on his cock “you are lucky that he is taking an interest in your business. He doesn’t have to.”
“But Shweta, I can’t let him meddle in my affairs. I have had tough luck with it but it is still my business and none of his business.” Abhimanyu was trying hard to keep control but she was a stunning woman and right now his blood was flowing to his dick.
“Next you will tell him ‘mujh pe koi ehsaan na karna’, huh?” Shweta smiled and reached down, she opened his pajamas and took out his dick, it was small but right now it was extremely hard. She pressed down her pussy on it, rubbing her hot, moist slit along his cock.
“Mmmm, Shweta!” Abhimanyu moaned.
“Any other businessman would give his right arm to get Vikas' help in business.” Shweta said “He is a great businessman, everything he touches, turns to gold.”
Abhimanyu could not control himself. He pulled her nightie over her head and put it on the sofa. It made his cock throb when she didn’t stop him.
He looked at her full, heavy tits and licked his lips “Can I...? Please?”
“Only if you tell me who they belong to.” Shweta said.
Abhimanyu looked puzzled “To you.”
“Who am I, Abhi?” Her thighs were now rubbing on his bare thighs, she was keeping her movements slow but intimate, keeping his dick pinned down under her pussy.
“My wife.” Abhimanyu said.
Shweta slapped him, not too hard, but hard enough to make his cheek sting “Try again.”
“V...V...Vikas’...erm....whore.” Abhimanyu tried.
Shweta smiled “You understand that?”
Abhimanyu nodded.
“So, who owns this body?” Shweta said.
Her body was amazingly fit and shapely with killer curves. And right now she was naked. Abhimanyu groaned and said with an effort “V...Vikas.”
“Good boy.” Shweta said and pointed to her tits “Want to suck them, tell me who owns them?”
“Vikas.” Abhimanyu said more confidently this time.
“Good.” Shweta nodded.
Abhimanyu leaned in eagerly and sucked her tits, first one then other. Shweta pulled his tshirt over his head and dropped it next to her nightie.
She rubbed his bare shoulders “You are such a stupid man, Abhi, such a stupid man.” Her hands moved down on his bare back “You didn’t even know what you had.”
Abhimanyu was sucking her tits and pressing his face between them. He moaned in protest when she lifted his head.
“But now all this belongs to Vikas, Abhi.” Shweta told him “I am his possession. Possession, you understand?”
Abhimanyu nodded and pushed up with his hips “Please, can I?”
“No, Abhi,” Shweta shook her head but continued to rub her pussy on his hard cock “You can’t enter me now. My holes belong to my boss. Meri choot ka maalik Vikas Malhotra hai.”
[Vikas Malhotra is the owner of my pussy now.]
Abhimanyu groaned in erotic agony as she spoke in such a dirty way that it made his cock flex between her legs.
“Please, Shweta,” he begged “I will do whatever you want.”
“I know you will.” Shweta said “That’s why I am here otherwise I would have left you. Are you going to be a good boy?”
“Ah, Shweta!” He could not help but grind his cock harder on her bare pussy. She was not letting him enter her but somehow the humiliation was making his cock throb even harder.
“When boss wants to come here and fuck me?” She challenged him.
“He can.” Abhimanyu was breathless and helpless “He can fuck you anywhere, any time. Ah!”
“And when he sends someone to your office,” Shweta continued rubbing her pussy on his cock, back and forth “will you cooperate?”
“I will.” Abhimanyu nodded eagerly “I will cooperate. Fully.”
The doorbell rang. Abhimanyu looked that way.
Shweta put her hand on his cheek and turned his head towards her “Who owns your wife, Abhi?”
“Vikas!” There was no hesitation in Abhimanyu’s voice now. His cock was throbbing so hard, he could feel hot currents all through his dick “Vikas owns you. You are his bitch.”
“And who controls your life?” Shweta demanded looking down into his eyes.
“Vikas.” Abhimanyu took the chance to grab her tits and Shweta didn’t stop him.
He got really hot as he squeezed her full, heavy tits and ground his cock on her hot, wet pussy. His moans grew longer and louder. Shweta rubbed his head, then moved her fingers down to his neck. As he ground his cock on her pussy in a frenzy, she helped him by pressing down with her hips. He realised he was about to cum and looked up at her breathlessly, panting, his mouth open.
Shweta could not resist. She bent over him and slowly spit in his mouth the way Vikas had spit in her mouth when fucking her. Abhimanyu lost control. He came hard with a long, loud groan. Shweta kept grinding her pussy on his dick as he came hard, his hot cum smearing his thighs got on her thighs as well.
“As long as you are a good boy.” Shweta caressed his cheek “I will be good to you. When you feel like being a macho man, just remember that I will break your balls.”
Her strict warning made his balls tingle. Abhimanyu nodded “Thank you, Shweta.”
“And Abhi,” She cupped his cheek “there are some benefits to being in Vikas' control. You will see if you are a good boy.”
“Oh.” Abhimanyu didn’t understand what she meant but the way she said it, made his balls tingle.
Shweta smiled “Now I need to go shower. You can go watch cricket with your buddies.”
Abhimanyu collapsed into the sofa with a sigh as she got off his lap.
Chapter 2 – Kareena Plays Her Game
They were at the fifth hole, Aishwarya and Vikas were talking in low voices to one side while Saif was trying to get his ball back from the rough. Kareena walked up to them and said “Can I make a suggestion, Vikas?”
He turned to her “Yes?”
Kareena walked up close to him, right into his intimate zone and looked up at him “Don’t forgive me.” She put her hand on his chest “Just nail me. Maaf mat karo mujhe, bas chod lo. Use me like a whore, destroy me like a bitch as you used to, and dump your load in me. Then discard me like a used condom. That’s not forgiving, right?”
“Oh, so you can have a relationship while you are angry with somebody?” Vikas tried to control himself but his arm went around her waist. She was too hot and they had been too intimate for too long a time. His hand rested on her lower back, his fingers lightly resting in her bared ass crack. Kareena moved closer and opened her legs, giving him easy access without making a show of it.
“What relationship, baby?” Kareena smiled her sweet smile as he was teasing her tight, bare ass crack “I am saying chodo, just randi ki tarah pelo mujhe, meri gaand mein apna cum daalo aur meri gaand pe laat maar ke nikaal do mujhe. That’s not a relationship, and you can still be angry with me. By the way, people have a relationship even when they are angry, it’s called marriage. But I am not asking for a relationship or even forgiveness.”
[I am saying fuck me, pound me like a whore, pump your cum in my ass then kick my ass out.]
“And why would I do that?” Vikas said.
“Well, it was my fault. It was hundred percent my mistake, my crime.” Kareena said “But you lost a hot whore. That’s not fair to deprive you of a hot bitch just because you are angry with her. So, why don’t you get the bitch, use her like a fucktoy however you want, degrade her as much as you want, without giving her the satisfaction of your forgiveness?”
Vikas looked at Aishwarya.
“Well, she is hot, Sir.” Aishwarya shrugged “And you can’t say you don’t want to jam your monster cock up her ass and make her cry.”
She nodded towards his hard dick that was outlined like a thick stick in his pants.
“I don’t do things by halves, cunt,” Vikas told Kareena but his hand was kneading her tight buttocks, his fingers curving around the super short hem of her little dress and his fingertips digging into her tight, fleshy ass “If I ever put my dick in you, I won’t own just your holes.”
“Oh, my god! Do you think I would offer you something half?” Kareena pressed her warm hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes with a hurt expression “Baby, if and when you want to put your collar around this stupid cunt’s neck, you will own me, every inch of my body, every second of my life, my heart, my soul, nothing less than that.”
“And what will your billionaire husband have to say about that?” Vikas challenged. He could feel the warmth of her body in his embrace and his dick was now so hard it was rubbing on her warm, smooth thigh.
“You can’t be serious!” Kareena said ,looking amazed “Vikas, you will own my ass, my life, and you will own his life at the same time. Baby, you are forgetting that I was your whore, completely your whore and I know how thoroughly you like to own things. Vikas, I promise you, there won’t be a single thing in my life that you won’t control, my life, my husband’s life or his business. You will have ownership of every single decision. Don’t I know you have no shortage of pussy? Will I expect to dazzle you by offering my cunt? No, baby, it’s everything.”
“Hmmm.” Vikas didn’t give any more answer than that, but he didn’t stop kneading her tight ass cheeks.
Saif’s caddy called out to them. After five strokes, Saif had gotten his ball back on the green. As they walked back, Kareena stayed close to him and loved that he kept his hand on her lower back, slowly caressing her back and easily letting his hand move down to cup her half-naked ass.
“Remember, the night you broke me,” Kareena said “we were both so turned on. I wanted you to pound me. But you wanted to see that I truly wanted to be your bitch and I was hesitating because of my pact with my sister. But that turned out to be the best night of my life. Tonight will be the second best night of my life, I hope.”
“What’s tonight?” Vikas could not help but ask.
“I hope to sleep with your cum dripping from my ass.” Kareena said.
Vikas said “I have a date tonight.”
“Like I would not spread my legs at the snap of your fingers.” Kareena said “You don’t have to wait till the night to fuck me, any time, any place, your cock can own me, you know that.”
Vikas didn’t answer as they walked on to the green.
It was Aishwarya’s turn to putt, she went to her ball, bent over with the putter in her hands but then turned to Vikas and said “Baby, this is a tricky one, I need your guidance for this putt.”
She winked and Vikas smiled. He walked up to her and opened his zip as he got close to her. Saif’s jaw dropped as he saw Vikas' long, hard cock sticking out like a pole. He was even more shocked the next moment when Vikas stepped behind Aishwarya and slid his cock so casually into her cunt like they were in his bedroom. Saif had already seen that Aishwarya was not wearing panties. Her dress was so short that her pussy was visible any time she bent over even a little bit. Every time she took a stroke, Saif had found a spot behind her to watch for that reason.
“Oh, baby!” Vikas entered Aishwarya with a forceful thrust and she yelped. The putter fell from her hands. Jacqueline ran over to pick it up for her. In the meantime, Vikas grabbed Aishwarya’s hips and pushed up again with a similar stroke. Aishwarya cried out as his thick cock stretched her tight cunt and entered deep into her vagina “Ah!”
Jacqueline handed Aishwarya her putter back. She thanked her and turned to look at Vikas “More, baby. Four is the par for this hole.”
“What if I get a birdie?” Vikas smiled. (Put it in the hole in one stroke less than the par.)
“Oh, god!” Aishwarya swallowed nervously.
Vikas rolled his hips and passed his arms in front of Aishwarya to grab her shoulders. Then holding her by the shoulders, he pushed up with a ruthlessly hard thrust and sank his cock fully deep in her vagina. When changing from her whore heels, Aishwarya had chosen to wear wedges which were six inches high. They were not ideal golfwear but they didn’t damage the course like stilettos and a woman could walk in them if she had experience on high heels. Aishwarya had lots of experience.
“Ah, mumma!” Aishwarya cried out as Vikas jammed his massive cock balls deep into her cunt with a brutal thrust. The putter fell from her fingers again. Her knees were feeling weak.
Even Saif noticed a tear drip from her eye. He squirmed and looked at Kareena “What is he doing, this is a public place?”
After Vikas' ‘breakfast’ they had become late and there was no group playing after them but it was still an open golf course and there were people around even if not up close. Saif’s caddy was an older man and there was also a young man holding the hole flag out of the hole but it didn’t look like either Vikas or Aishwarya cared about being seen.
“I told you she is his whore,” Kareena said in a low voice “now you can see how devoted and bold his whores are.”
Vikas held Aishwarya’s soft, full tits in his hands and squeezed them hard in her thin dress “Ready?”
Aishwarya took the putter from Jacqueline again and nodded “Mhmm, ready, Sir.”
“That girl is his employee.” Saif said “At least he should not do this in front of her.”
“Who, Jacqueline?” Kareena looked at Saif “She is his whore, darling. She would take Aishwarya’s place in a heartbeat, if he signalled.”
“Her? No way!” Saif said “She is so hot, and she looks so professional. No way she spread her legs for him.”
“Baby, she is a hot babe, look at that body, look at that dress,” Kareena said “and she works under Vikas. You think he would leave such a smoking hot piece unfucked? Vikas is not that kind of a man. Believe me, she knows the taste of his cum.”
Saif shut up as it’s bad etiquette to talk when a player is putting. Right now, though, Aishwarya herself was moaning as Vikas’ cock was grinding in her vagina while he moved with her. He helped her putt, and the amazing thing was that even with her being stuffed with his manmeat, her ball went directly into the hole.
“Thank you, my wonderful coach.” Aishwarya pushed down on his cock once before pulling out. She lowered her butt on her heels and sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She looked up at him as she cleaned his cock of her cunt juices. He shook his head slightly. Aishwarya smiled, pulled his cock out of her mouth and tucked it back into his pants, with some difficult as it was extremely hard but she had had practice handling this cock in every situation.
“Sir, would you like me to suck you off?” Jacqueline said as Vikas came back.
Her voice was not low and Saif’s head jerked around to look at her as she made this office so casually.
“Not right now, pet.” Vikas said.
“Any time you want, Sir.” Jacqueline smiled with such submissive love in her eyes that Saif had to believe what Kareena had told him.
“Um, Vikas, I need your guidance too.” Kareena said as she walked up to her ball. Saif stared at her back, not just because it was actually his turn to putt but his wife was asking to be impaled on a stranger’s cock right out on the golf course. But Saif knew he didn’t have any say in it.
“Sure.” Vikas walked up to her and stepped behind Kareena. He didn’t open his zip this time before he stepped closer.
Kareena pressed her ass back on his crotch and said softly “Daal do na. I am not wearing panties.”
[Why don’t you put it in?]
Vikas knew that. Her dress was just as short as Aishwarya’s and though her shoes were flat, he had seen her bare pussy when she bent over. He passed his arms around her soft, slender body and grabbed her tits.
“You are a whore.” He said as he kneaded her full, heavy tits in her thin dress “You are a hot whore, but I am not that easy.”
“But I am.” Kareena rubbed her pussy on his crotch “I am a hot whore and I am your whore. Jab chahe daal dena. Meri liye bina main jaane nahin doongi tumhein.”
[Enter me whenever you want. I won’t let you go from here until you fuck me first.]
“Is that so?” Vikas was teasing her but her aggressive submission was making his cock throb against her pussy and she knew it.
“Main tumhare lund ki ghulaam thi, aur hamesha rahoongi.” Kareena said.
[I was a slave to your dick and always will be.]
“Focus on your shot.” Vikas said.
“You focus on yours.” Kareena grinned.
He kneaded her tits hard, making her moan. Kareena ground her pussy on his cock, then stopped and let him guide her shot. Her ball went fast, passed the hole, but then the slope got it, it rolled back and went into the hole.
“Thank you, my wonderful coach.” Kareena turned and kissed Vikas on the lips.
“You are welcome.” Vikas smiled and turned around.
Kareena was smiling.
Chapter 3 – Jahnvi Can be Mean
Sahay woke up in a pleasant fog of memories. He had had more dreams and though they were not as intense and kinky as the first one, they were very pleasant and sexual, mostly featuring his girlfriend and his beautiful mother-in-law.
“You fucking loser! You bastard!” Jahnvi rushed into his room like a storm with Seerat following behind like the rain.
She was wearing a sheer nightie with a tiny thong that was clearly visible. Sahay couldn’t help but feel his cock tingle as he looked at her even though she looked furious. She came right to his bed and Sahay cowered away but could not keep from his eyes going to her pussy.
“You asshole! Motherfucker!” Jahnvi pointed her finger at him “How dare you?”
Sahay pulled the sheet up to his chin and held it with both hands “I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s right, fucker! You didn’t do anything.” Jahnvi climbed on the bed and straddled his chest “We expected you to watch from the window while our boyfriends were fucking us.”
“What? You...you thought...you expected....” This new angle was blowing Sahay’s mind.
“You are a pervert, that’s what perverts do.” Seerat chimed in.
“We expected you to watch from the window and take photos while our boyfriends were banging us.”
“I...I...” Sahay could not help getting hard. Even though both his step-sisters looked angry and their intentions didn’t seem friendly, Sahay knew they were both hot and slutty. Right now, Jahnvi’s full, well-rounded ass was resting on his midriff and Sahay was hoping they would not notice his dick getting hard under the thin sheet.
“We were going to tie you up, and make you watch.” Seerat said.
“Yes, while our boyfriends nailed our asses.” Jahnvi added.
“We even told our boyfriends to watch out for you.” Seerat said.
“But you pissed on all our plans.” Jahnvi grabbed his hair and slapped him.
“Didi, he pissed on our plans, you should piss on him.” Seerat said.
“What?” Sahay was shocked “No! No, no, no!”
“You are right.” Jahnvi said “I should, shouldn’t I? Ye isi ke laayak hai.”
[That’s what he deserves.]
“Do it, di.” Seerat got on the bed and grabbed Sahay’s hands. She held them above his head “Make sure you hit his face.”
“No! Please, don’t!” Sahay could not understand why his cock was rock hard right now “Jahnvi! Seerat! Please, please, don’t do it!”
Jahnvi lifted her nightie and pushed her panties down. She didn’t seem to care that Sahay could see her bare pussy up close to his face. She moved forward and sat on his chest, her bare pussy right in his face, completely smooth except for a landing strip just above the slit.
“Munh mein lega ya face pe?” Jahnvi grabbed his hair and pulled her head up, holding him helpless.
[You want it in your mouth or on your face?]
“Please, Jahnvi, please, don’t pee on me.” He said “You are my sister. Please!”
Jahnvi shook her head “You deserve this for disappointing us.”
“And being mom’s pet.” Seerat added.
Sahay could not help licking his lips as he watched Jahnvi’s young, tight pussy, her pussy lips open as she had her legs wide open, moisture glistening along her slit.
“Close your eyes,” Jahnvi said “it hurts a lot in the eyes.. Open your mouth.”
“Please! I am begging you! Please, don’t!” Sahay said. He closed his eyes.
In the last milliseconds of panic when he was expecting a warm fluid from her pussy to splash his face, Sahay remembered something. He shouted “I saw your Instagram!”
“What?” his outburst was so loud and random that Jahnvi stopped. She pulled back, still sitting on his chest “What did you say?”
“I saw your Instagram. You want to be a model.” Sahay was panting in desperation “I can help you!”
“You? You can help us?” Jahnvi narrowed her eyes “How?”
“I know someone. He can help you.” Sahay talked fast “He owns an ad agency. He takes new models. He can give you a break. I can introduce you.”
“Didi, he is trying to keep from tasting your pee,” Seerat said “don’t listen to him, just go ahead and –“
“Shut up, Seerat.” Jahnvi said without looking at her “Who is this guy?”
“He owns an agency. A big one. He hires new models a lot.” Sahay said.
“Come on, di. You can’t believe this pervert knows someone who owns an ad agency?” Seerat scoffed “This loser?”
Jahnvi raised an eyebrow at Sahay.
“Well, not me directly, but my girlfriend is also a model.” Sahay admitted “She has met him. She is going to be a model in his agency.”
“Now he is totally lying.” Seerat said “This loser doesn’t have a girlfriend. Not possible.”
Jahnvi didn’t look at Seerat. She got off Sahay’s chest and said “Tell me about your girlfriend.”
“Her name is Palak Tiwari, she is a model, her mom is Shweta Tiwari.” Sahay said, more sure of his ground now “She works in an ad agency.”
“VisCom?” Jahnvi said.
“Yes, how do you know that?” Sahay said.
“Lots of young boys know her. She is a hottie, but she is not a model.” Jahnvi said “They would love to bang her, the little pervs.”
“She is a married woman and very classy.” Sahay said sharply feeling that he had to defend his mother-in-law.
“Never mind.” Jahnvi said “So you have an in into VisCom through Shweta?”
“And through Palak, she has also met the boss, his name is Vikas Malhotra.” Sahay said.
He heard Seerat take a sharp breath.
“We know about him.” Jahnvi said “It’s not easy to get to him.”
“He only takes the hottest girls and only through recommendation.” Sahay said proudly like Vikas was his friend.
“I know all that.” Jahnvi nodded “Can you get me in to see him?”
Sahay shrugged “I can try.”
Jahnvi put her hand on his leg “I will do anything if you can get me in to see him, even for five minutes.”
“Well, let me think about that.” Sahay said with a lot more confidence now “I just woke up. I need to pee first.”
“On me?” Jahnvi’s eyes opened wide.
“In the bathroom.” Sahay said. He got up and walked into his attached bathroom.
Sahay didn’t close the bathroom door fully. He could hear them whispering to each other out there. When he came out, only Jahnvi was there.
“Where did Seerat go?” Sahay asked what he would have never asked before but now he was sure of his ground and knew what he wanted to do.
“Oh, she was bothering us too much.” Jahnvi smiled “I sent her away.”
“Nice.” Sahay nodded. Instead of sitting down on his bed, he walked casually to his window and looked outside. He could hear Jahnvi walking up to him behind him, and he was still nervous but he didn’t turn.
“Erm...Sahu,” she said gently “can you really...I mean,, you really think he would be interested in me?”
“Who?” Sahay asked casually as he turned to face her.
“That guy...Vikas?” Jahnvi smiled. Her attitude had undergone a complete change since a few minutes ago.
“Oh. Yes, he needs models, all agencies need models.” Sahay said like he was an expert in this business “And he likes pretty girls.”
“You think he will, I mean, am I pretty enough?” Jahnvi bit her lip.
Sahay was weak but he was smart, he had to be or he would never have survived high school. Instead of giving in to the temptation of reassuring her that she was hot, he shrugged “That only he can tell. But I can tell you now if he likes you...I mean wo lega tumhari.”
[He will fuck you.]
“Main doongi na.” Jahnvi stepped forward eagerly “Boyfriend ko bhi to deti hoon, usse bhi doongi.”
[I will let him. I let my boyfriend fuck me, why not him?]
“Boyfriend aaraam se chodta hoga,” Sahay didn’t fumble when saying those words but his cock stirred in his pants “Vikas ragdega tumhein.”
[Boyfriend must fuck you nicely, Vikas will pound you.]
“Tum mat bolo na,” Jahnvi said with a coy smile “tu bolo na, I am younger than you.”
[Don’t address me with so much respect. I am younger than you.]
Sahay knew that wasn’t true. He shrugged “Maybe a few months. Doesn’t matter.”
“Ermmm...Sahu, I am ready to....I mean, how do I make sure he would like me?” Jahnvi was really eager and it was showing in her words and in her body language.
“Well, I can take a look but....” Sahay left his suggestion incomplete on purpose.
“Yes, of course.” Jahnvi said with the same eagerness “Main nangi ho jaoun?”
[Should I get naked?]
Sahay stepped forward and said “Turn.”
Jahnvi turned around obediently. He reached under her hair and slipped her nightie straps off her shoulders. He let it fall down to the floor. Jahnvi didn’t resist or even make a noise.
As she bent over to pick it up, he said “Leave it.”
The one thing Sahay really wanted to do right now was to grab Jahnvi’s tight, hot ass and squeeze her buttocks hard, but he kept control over himself and stepped back, leaning back on the window sill. Jahnvi again obeyed him and turned to face him, leaving her nightie on the floor.
“What...what do you think?” Jahnvi stepped forward, her young, curvaceous body fully naked in all its glory.
Sahay could feel his cock getting hard but he didn’t show any excitement “You look nice but....”
“But?” Jahnvi looked at him anxiously.
“Open your legs.” Sahay said.
Jahnvi opened her legs quickly.
Sahay had to swallow before he could speak “He likes his girls fully smooth.” He looked down at her pussy.
“Oh.” Jahnvi looked down at her pussy “It’s just a landing strip. My boyfriend likes it.”
“Is your boyfriend going to make you a model?” Sahay challenged.
“Sorry. I will shave it.” Jahnvi promised.
Although, Sahay really wanted to offer to help her shave it, he could not think of a way to say it without losing his strict and professional manner.
“You look tight.” He said “He will fuck you hard. Can you handle it?”
“Waise to main chudi hui hoon, bahut baar.” Jahnvi said “But yes, still a bit tight. Uska bahut bada hai kya?”
[I have been fucked many times, but yes, still a bit tight. Is his dick very big?]
“Dande ki tarah mota.” Sahay was speaking from his dream and what Palak had told him.
[Like a nightstick]
“Mmmm. Main le loongi.” Jahnvi bit her lip “Nahin jaayega kya?”
[I will take it. Won’t it go in?]
“Come here.” Sahay nodded.
Jahnvi stepped closer and again opened her legs again.
Sahay reached down but before touching her, he looked at her and said “Can I?”
“Umm....you are my brother, Sahu.” Jahnvi said but bit her lip, her tits were heaving as she breathed.
“Just because my dad is fucking your mom, doesn’t make us brother and sister.” Sahay said and was surprised at his own harsh boldness.
But it had the effect on Jahnvi that he wanted. She nodded and pushed her hips forward.
“Right now think of me as your manager, who is trying to get you a break.” Sahay said more gently to make up for his earlier harshness.
“You are right.” Jahnvi said “You are trying to get me a break, I should not say stupid things. Please, feel free.”
She took his hand and put it on her pussy. Sahay rubbed her bare pussy slowly up and down, trying to keep his face casual but his dick was rock hard in his pajama bottoms right now. He shook his head.
“You need to keep it smooth, very smooth.” He said “Palak keeps hers completely smooth. Do you need help with that?”
“No,” Jahnvi said then bit her lip “maybe.”
“Want me to test your tightness?” Sahay could feel his throat drying up, he was surprised he could talk at all. .
“Yes, please, feel free.” Jahnvi nodded.
Not just that she was a young, hot girl, but the fact she had been tormenting him until ten minutes ago but was now putty in his hands, it was blowing Sahay’s mind. He decided to get friendly with Vikas at any cost. His reflected power was changing Sahay’s life in front of his eyes and the feeling was intoxicating. He wanted more of it. Much more.
Placing his fingertip on her pussy hole, Sahay pushed up slowly. To his surprise he was very tight. She moaned but didn’t stop him.
“I thought you were a slut.” He looked at her.
She nodded “I am.”
“But you are very tight.” He boldly pushed his finger deeper into Jahnvi’s cunt.
“Unh.” Jahnvi squirmed as she felt some pain in her vagina from his entry “I...”
“Have you been fucked a lot like you said.” Sahay looked at her “Itna chudi hui ho tum?”
“Anh. Haan, but, ok, maybe utni nahin chudi aur waise bhi...ah...” Jahnvi squirmed as Sahay rubbed her gspot with his fingertip “my boyfriend has a small...I mean dande jaisa to nahin hai uska.”
[Yes, but, ok, maybe I have not been fucked that much...and also my boyfriend has a small....I mean, his dick is not like a nightstick.]
Sahay had a small dick himself, he didn’t want to talk about it. He said “But Vikas has a big one, really thick.”
“It will hurt na?” Jahnvi said “I mean jab meri lega to?”
[When he fucks me?]
“Probably.” Sahay wanted to keep fingering her, he could see that she was now moving her hips to fuck herself on his finger and it was incredibly hot but he knew he would lose his power if he gave in to this temptation “But you have to take it. Jaise bhi chodega, tumhein chudna padega.”
[However he wants to fuck you, you will have to take it.]
“What can I do?” Jahnvi’s nipples were hard and erect now and she was breathing heavily “I mean, to get ready for him?”
“I don’t know.” Sahay pulled his finger out of her cunt reluctantly “I will find out. I will ask Palak.”
Jahnvi took his hand in her hands and started sucking his finger clean of her cunt juices. Sahay felt like his cock would explode. He could not suppress a moan but he didn’t say anything else with an effort.
“Palak chudi hui hai unse?”
[Has Palak taken his dick?]
“Yes, he has nailed her.” Sahay nodded proudly “She is going to him for a full interview soon.”
“Oh, wow. When will you bring me to him? To Mr. Malhotra, I mean.”
“I will talk to Palak today.” Sahay said “We will make a plan. I will tell you in the evening.”
“Oh, thank you, Sahu. Thank you so much.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Go now. I have to get ready.” Sahay wanted to keep her naked and keep her in front of him, but he knew he would not last very long and it was important for him to keep the illusion of power.
“Thank you.” Jahnvi picked up her night “Thank you so much. I will wait for you in the evening.”
She was still pulling over her nightie as she left his room and Sahay kept staring at her tight, well-rounded ass till the last moment. Then he went into the bathroom for his first masturbation of the day.
Chapter 4 – Payal Reports Back
They were just reaching the seventh hole when Payal joined them back. She looked fully fresh and new. With Ileana’s help she had cleaned up, brushed her teeth and refreshed her make-up. She had also changed her clothes. Vikas saw her coming and smiled as he checked out her new outfit.
She had left her jacket off, it was mussed up anyway, but kept her tiny latex micromini skirt. She had paired it with a tiny bikini top that she had borrowed from Ileana. Ileana kept many sexy clothes in her locker at work as she often went to auditions directly from there. Her clothes would not fit Payal but the bikini top was just a little thing with halter straps so it worked fine to hold her breasts. She was not wearing panties and Vikas could see her bare thighs and even between her legs as she walked up to them.
Vikas smiled as she walked up, put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She smiled “Your bitch is back in you service, Sir.”
“I need to conquer this hole and the next hole,” Vikas boldly kneaded her ass cheeks in her thin skirt “then –“
“Then you will conquer my holes,” Payal smiled “got it, yes, Sir. I can wait.”
Vikas leaned in and kissed her. She responded like a river flowing into the ocean. She pressed her lips hungrily against his lips and parted them to accept his tongue into her mouth. As he fucked her hot mouth with his tongue, Payal moaned and drank his saliva, showing complete submission in the way she was pressing into his hand that was kneading her ass cheeks but also grinding her pussy on his crotch. He moved his left hand and squeezed her tits. Payal’s only response was to moan even louder into his mouth and leave herself in his hands.
“Looking very nice, bitch.” Vikas said as they broke the lustful kiss.
“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled.
Vikas reached under hair and untied her bikini top. Payal didn’t even blink an eye as he took off her top, baring both her soft, firm tits and handed it to Jacqueline.
“Jackie, Payal will be your assistant caddy from now on.” Vikas said.
“Yes, Sir.” Jacqueline said. She put Payal’s top away.
Payal boldly walked up to Jackie with her heavy tits bouncing with each step and said “Would you like me to carry the bag or hand him the clubs, Jackie?”
“For now, I will carry the bag, and you hand him the clubs.” Jacqueline smiled. She knew what Vikas was going to do to this pretty girl and she was feeling proud and excited. Her pussy had never stopped pulsing all morning. She could see Payal’s firm tits and her erect nipples. She knew Payal was just as excited or maybe more.
Saif had won the last hole so he teed off first for the seventh hole. He made a good drive. Vikas stood behind Payal, put his arms around her and kneaded her bare tits casually, while he sucked and bit her neck. Payal’s moans were distracting but Saif didn’t want to say anything as he didn’t want to turn around to look at her. Vikas had been playing with Jacqueline the same way all morning and even with Aishwarya when she was not taking a shot, Saif thought he had got used to it but having a new girl in Vikas' hands was still distracting. Still, he managed to make a good drive and his ball landed on the fairway although just barely made it by a few feet. The par for this hole was five as it was a tough hole with two slopes and several sand traps. Saif reminded himself to focus on his game or he might lose the hole.
Kareena was next and she was not distracted by Vikas’ playing with Payal or her moans. She had seen Vikas in action many times before and had becomes so used to it that she could do her homework while Vikas was assfucking a beautiful girl on the sofa. Her drive was better than Saif’s by at least twenty feet.
She walked up to Vikas and offered him her club “Would you like to borrow my luck?”
“Don’t be so cocky.” Vikas left Payal’s tits “I am still going to spank you.”
“Looking forward to it.” Kareena smiled.
Vikas took the driver from Payal and kissed her before going to his ball. His drive was good, his ball landed just a foot behind Kareena’s.
She smiled and pushed her ass out to him “Still think so?”
Vikas grinned “Just wait.”
Aishwarya’s drive was the best of all. Her ball landed even twenty feet ahead of Kareena’s. She came back to Vikas and kissed him to thank him when he said “Nice shot, babe.”
While they were walking to their balls, Vikas' arm was around Payal’s waist and she was smiling happily as he rubbed her smooth ass in that little skirt. The cool air was making her young breasts even harder, her nipples were pointing forward like gunpoints. There were no golfers nearby but some men who saw her from the distance wondered if she was topless and stared. Payal only looked at Vikas.
Again, as it was Saif’s turn he played first. Vikas stood to the side with Payal in his arms like before, pressing her ass back on his cock. Vikas rubbed her smooth, bare thighs and she kept her legs open, giving him full access without caring how many people could see her being a slut for him.
“I hope you are not expecting this to be an affair, darling.” Vikas said softly in Payal’s ear.
“Chod lena aur laat maar dena.” Payal looked back at him and smiled “That was our deal, no?”
[Fuck me and discard me.]
“Aur phir chodna ho go?” He looked at her.
[And if I want to fuck you again?]
“To bula lena.” She smiled wide.
[Then call me.]
“You will come?” He said “Just to be fucked? You will be my fucktoy-on-call?”
“I won’t be.” She shook her head and looked at him again “I am.”
“Yeah?” he smiled and slipped his hand higher under her skirt, rubbing her upper thighs.
“Kyon, abhi chodne ke liye bulaya hai na?” She raised her eyebrows “Main aayi na?”
[Right now you have just called me to fuck me. I am here, aren’t I?]
“Hmmm.” Vikas nodded.
“And I am wet.” She smiled “Ready for use.”
“Is that so?” He moved his hand up and cupped her bare pussy, it was moist.
“Jab chudne ke liye aayi hoon to –“
[Well, I have come to be fucked so -]
“Hey! Your turn, Malhotra.” Saif called out. He was not in a happy mood as he had wasted three strokes to get to the green and now he had only one stroke to putt into the hole which was next to impossible for this hole.
Vikas squeezed Payal’s pussy before letting her out of his arms. He took the iron club that Jacqueline handed to Payal to give to him and walked over to his ball. It took him two strokes to get to the green and several feet ahead of Saif’s ball.
“How is he winning?” Saif said to Kareena “His mind is on pussy. He was grabbing that girl’s pussy just before the shot. His hand must be covered in cunt juice. And still he is bloody beating me.”
“Maybe pussy is good for his game.” Kareena smiled “Next time you should bring your secretary too.”
“But I am not banging her.” Saif said, alarmed.
Kareena shrugged “She is so hot. I kind of assumed you had been inside her at least a few times.”
“Bebo!” Saif’s eyed opened wide “I have never fucked Katrina! I....god, I don’t take sex so casually like Vikas.”
“Ok, ok. Calm down.” Kareena said.
Aishwarya made her shot and they started walking towards the green. Vikas was saying something to Jacqueline as they walked side by side, his hand on her lower back, rubbing her back and ass while she nodded. Payal was walking by herself, still topless, her young, milky white breasts like twin ice-laden peaks, her nipples were erect and hard. Saif was distracted by her but her eyes were only on Vikas, even as she walked, she stole a glance at him from time to time. Even Saif’s caddy stumbled twice as he was too busy watching Payal to look where he was going.
“And Katrina is getting married soon,” Saif said “to her boyfriend.”
“What?” Kareena looked at him and Saif fumbled, realising that Kareena had closed the topic and talking about it again made him look guilty.
“Nothing.” He said quickly “Whose turn is it?”
It was Saif’s turn which irked him as it meant he had the most distance to cover in his putt. As he was selecting a putter, he saw Vikas hold out his arm. Payal rushed to him like he was Thor and she was Mjolnir. Vikas grabbed her by the arm and put her in front of him like before. As he was sucking her neck, Saif clearly saw Payal open her legs wide. He could not understand how Vikas was able to play, he himself was getting a hard-on just by looking at that girl.
“Ah!” Payal whimpered loud enough for everyone to hear just as Saif was about to get beside his ball.
He turned to look and was aghast to see that Vikas had pushed two fingers of his right hand up into Payal’s pussy. She was grinding her hips, slowly fucking herself on his fingers. His left hand was on her chest, kneading her full, firm tits hard enough to make the flesh squeeze through his fingers. Saif had noticed this morning that the receptionist was a hot girl, he had never imagined she was such a slut. But, he had to admit to himself, he didn’t have the balls to bring out her slutty side like Vikas was doing boldly and unabashedly out in the open. He bent over his ball and tried to forget the smoking hot girl getting her pussy fingered only a few meters from him.
It did not work. He needed several strokes to get his ball in. Kareena was next. She smiled as she took the club from him “Just don’t look that way. Tumhein pata hai wo uski lega, aur wo dena chahti hai. Don’t be distracted.”
[You know he’s going to bang her and she wants him to.]
Saif nodded “I know. I know.”
He walked past the others towards the golf cart to drink water, but he made sure to walk by as close behind Vikas as possible without it looking weird. Payal’s skirt was tiny to begin with and now it was hiked up on her upper thighs as Vikas' hand was between her legs. She was moving her hips slowly but unmistakably in a needy, hot rhythm and pushing her hips down to fuck herself on his fingers, taking them fully deep in her young, tight pussy. His left hand was crushing her hot, firm tits and she was moaning, pressing her back into his chest.
“Please, Sir, daal do na.” She whimpered as Saif was passing by.
[Please, Sir, put it in me.]
“What?” Vikas said.
“Aap ka lund.” Payal said “Please, chod do na.”
[Your dick. Please, fuck me.]
“I am playing, slut.” Vikas said.
“Please, chod do na. Meri le lo phir khel lena.” Payal pleaded “Bahut geeli hai, please daal do. I won’t scream, I promise. Bas ek baar chod do, phir...mmm, please, Sir.”
[Please fuck me. Nail my pussy then keep playing. It’s so wet, please, enter me. I won’t scream, I promise. Just fuck me once then...mmm, please, Sir.]
Saif’s hand was trembling as he held the water bottle. He had never heard a girl beg for cock like that in his life. As he was coming back from the cart, he was behind the others. He could see clearly that Payal’s skirt which was already so tiny, was riding up so high that almost all of her ass was bare. She was grinding her ass on Vikas' crotch while taking his fingers in her cunt. Saif tried to ignore it but he could not ignore the pulsing in his dick.
Finally, Saif finished that hole with a double bogey, Kareena finished at par, Vikas did a birdie and Aishwarya did a double birdie for which Vikas congratulated her with a full kiss.
They were reaching the eighth hole when Vikas said “I need to use the bathroom. Jackie, go check if those toilets are clean.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jacqueline put the golf bag in the cart that was with them and went off up the slope toward a small building a short distance away.
“Should I go help her, Sir?” Payal said.
Vikas smiled and nodded.
“Needs to use the bathroom.” Saif scoffed in a low voice to his wife as he watched Vikas follow the two girls up the grassy slope “He didn’t say what for. He is going to bang those girls.”
Kareena put her arms around his neck and smiled “Are you jealous, my darling?”
“He has spent more time in their holes then putting balls in holes.” Saif said.
“Awww, you are jealous.” Kareena caressed his cheek “What will you do when it’s your wife whose holes he’s drilling?”
“Doesn’t look like that will happen.” Saif took a glance towards the retreating form of Vikas who was entering the toilet with the two hot babes. These toilets were only two stalls in the middle of greenery and as Vikas was going into the same stall with the two girls, it was clear what his intentions were.
“It will happen, baby.” Kareena said “Wo meri liye bina jaayega nahin. Na mujhe jaane dega.”
[He won’t go without banging me, nor will he let me leave.]
But Vikas wasn’t thinking about banging her right now, he was pinning Payal to the wall in that little stall, his hand under her skirt, his mouth, dominating her mouth. Payal gave no resistance. She parted her lips and took his tongue in her mouth. She moaned and drank his saliva, letting him overwhelm her with his dominance. He pushed two fingers into her cunt and Payal moaned in his mouth but didn’t break the hot, lustful kiss. Vikas fucked her mouth with his tongue while he fingers fucked her juicy, wet cunt, soaking his fingers in her juices.
Jacqueline was close to him and the smell of three excited bodies was strong in that confined space. She reached under Payal’s hair and untied her little bikini top. As soon as Vikas broke the kiss with Payal, he closed his mouth on her tits and sucked them hard, one by one, letting his teeth graze on Payal’s smooth, firm tits. Payal squirmed on the wall and her loud whimpers began to fill the little room.
“Tell me what you are.” Vikas lifted his hand and slapped Payal’s hot breast with his hand that was soaked in her cunt juices.
“Ah, I am a fuckmeat!” Payal looked at him with moist eyes “Your fuckmeat. Only for you. For your use.”
Vikas slapped her other breast “What will I do to you?”
“Oh, god!” Payal’s tits were heaving with her heavy breathing, she met his gaze “You will use me, dump your load in me then discard me.”
Vikas' cock was rock hard in his pants, throbbing, as he made the young, gorgeous girl surrender. Jacqueline opened his pants and pulled out his cock - long, hard and erect. She pumped it slowly in her warm hand, getting it fully erect like a flagpole.
“You understand that?” Vikas dipped his head and sucked her cunt juices from her breast, making her squirm on the wall, then looked in her eyes.
“I do. I know my place.” Payal nodded “Please, daal do, Sir. Please, Sir.”
[Please, enter me, Sir.]
“And if I want to fuck you again?” Vikas was torturing her by slapping her tits then sucking them hard, keeping her so hot that she was almost ready to explode but could not come because he was taking her breath away with those slaps.
“Then you snap your fingers.” Payal’s tears were rolling down her cheeks but she was keeping her eyes in his “I will come running.”
“Why?” Vikas pulled her hair and slapped her pussy with the back of his hand. Her legs were open and her tiny skirt was bunched up around her hips, not covering anything now.
“Ah!” Payal’s hips jerked and it looked like her pussy might explode at a mere whisper. She whimpered “Because I am your fuckmeat. Aap ki kutiya hoon main.”
[I am your bitch.]
Jacqueline said “Daal do, Sir. She’s very ready.”
[Enter her, Sir. She’s very ready.]
She guided his dick to Payal’s pussy hole. Vikas pushed upward, pinning Payal’s ass to the wall as he entered her with a forceful, hard thrust. His bulbous cockhead stretched her tight pussy hole and popped into her vagina like an invading army marching into a fallen city.
“Oh, mumma!” Payal put her arms around his neck and jerked her hips as the hot pain rushed into her body like a tingly wave of current. She clung to him and whimpered “Please, chodo. Kutiya ki tarah chodo.”
[Please, fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch.]
Payal had not realised herself how much the frustrating encounters with her brother-in-law had been killing her soul. She was not just craving a real man’s strong touch, she was dying for it. As Vikas started to drill her hot, wet cunt while telling her that she was nothing but his fuckmeat, made for his use and abuse, Payal’s body and heart both tingled with pleasure. She came within seconds and hugged him tight as her pussy erupted with the overabundance of pleasure.
“Hay, mar gayee!” Payal screamed as her pussy exploded. She clung to him with both arms while he drilled her so deep that every stroke of his cock into her vagina was taking her breath away. She pressed her face in the crook of his neck and tried to hold on while her pussy was pumping out copious amounts of cum, soaking his hard, meaty shaft as it invaded into her wet, tight tunnel with his forceful, hard strokes.
Jacqueline was extremely turned on by her boss claiming this young beauty that he had just met today. She was a girl who loved sex and had learnt the lesson that while it was possible, and easy, for a hot girl to get sex any time she wanted, it was not easy to find good sex. She always liked to be a good slut and ever since her first week in office, she had been spreading her legs for her immediate boss in the office. She enjoyed the fact that he was her boss and his power made her hot but in physical terms the sex was not that great. He was not able to last even a minute once he was inside Jacqueline.
She would not have minded his below-average dick if only he had been able to use her for longer, even with his fingers, but he just pumped a few times and stopped, giving more thought to keeping things quiet then using Jacqueline as she wanted. She had heard a lot about Vikas from Parineeti and she had not realised when her interest in him had become an obsession. Now, she was here, freshly claimed by him this morning and even as he was pounding the other girl into the wall, Jacqueline wanted to serve him, she wanted to be close to him, she wanted to show him that she was his whore, his devoted whore, eager to serve him in anyway. She took off her dress and hung it on the hook on the door, then she pressed her naked body on his body from behind while he continued to jam his massive, hard cock into Payal’s cunt.
“I am your bitch.” Payal was holding on to his neck and whispering urgently in his ear “I am your personal bitch. Kutiya ki tarah chodo mujhe. Tod do mujhe. Baby, aap maalik ho, main kutiya. Jaise chahe le lo meri. Jo chahe kar lo mere saath.”
[Fuck me like a bitch. Break me. Baby, you are the owner, I am the bitch. Fuck me any way you want. Do anything you want with me.]
Each time she had to humiliate her brother-in-law and he came, Payal cried herself to sleep. She didn’t like it. She hated it. But she was not strong enough to tell him no, that was the extent of her submissive side. She would have much preferred if he had spanked her, fucked her, pumped his cum into her ass. She would not have told her sister anything if he had done that. She felt it was a brother-in-law’s right to fuck his wife’s hot sister on the side.
But things were not so simple, he made her humiliate him and even though it excited him, it left Payal feeling unclean and frustrated. She longed for the touch of a man, a real man. Even in public transport when some man grabbed Payal’s ass, she never made any move to scare him away. She liked it. She liked the boldness, his urgent need, his attraction towards her, his assessment of her as a fucktoy. She usually got very wet from such encounters which were common in Bombay trains. But they only increased her hunger instead of satisfying it. She was not stupid enough to go and fuck any strange man but she was gagging to be used by a real man.
Last night in Monica’s party when Vansh had rubbed her thigh and played with her boldly, Payal had been easy and submissive. She had liked his style. She had been soaking wet the whole time. She had learnt from him about his boss and that had made her immediately very interested in Vikas. She had made up her mind to find her way to him.
This morning had been her lucky day when Vikas himself had turned up at her brother-in-law’s golf course. Payal had been beside herself with excitement when she found out who he was. She had resolved to make every effort to have him in her before he could leave. Now he was inside her, his massive cock was breaking her pussy apart in a ruthless, painful way and Payal could not have been happier and more satisfied. She was sucking his sweaty neck and squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles while he destroyed her pussy with that monster cock like it was his birthright to smash this young, stunning woman into a million pieces.
Regardless of what Payal was telling him, she had no intention to let him discard her. She planned to take Vansh’s help to get into VisCom as a model. She would present herself to be used and abused by Vikas, to be his regular, personal bitch on the side. She knew he was married and it excited her so much more to see how boldly he claimed beautiful girls and kept them as his bitches while he had a wife at home.
“Oh, God, Sir!” She cried out as her pussy exploded again “Tod do mujhe. Meri choot...ahh...meri choot ko ragad do. Apne maal samajh ke chodo. Payal aap ki kutiya hai. Hay, mumma, aap ki randi hoon main. Randi ki tarah ragdo mujhe.”
[Break me. My pussy...pound my pussy. Fuck me like your property. Payal is your bitch. Hay, mumma, I am your whore. Destroy me like a whore.]
Jacqueline was not satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him. She reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt. It was a warm morning and he was not wearing a jacket. As soon as she slipped his shirt off, she could feel his fit, naked body. She pressed her tits on his back and moaned as the touch of his skin made her pussy throb so hard that her knees felt weak. She ground her pussy on his ass and crushed her tits on his back. Her excitement continued rising as Vikas pounded Payal into the wall and her screams filled the little stall. As Payal screamed into her next orgasm, it triggered Jacqueline and her pussy erupted into a hot, messy orgasm as well.
“You will clean that, whore.” Vikas said as he felt Jacqueline grind her pussy on his ass and smear his buttocks with her cunt juices.
“Mmmm.” Jacqueline moaned, her orgasm skill raging through her body like a storm “Yes, Master.”
Vikas grabbed Payal by the neck, not cutting off her oxygen but letting her see how vulnerable she was in his hands. He looked into her eyes “Tod doon?”
[Should I break you?]
Payal’s pussy throbbed. She nodded “Tod do. Please, todo mujhe. Barbaad kar do.”
[Break me, please, break me. Destroy me.]
Even more then the physical pounding, which felt amazing, Payal was wallowing in the luxurious feeling of being humiliated and degraded. She meant nothing to this man. He would pound her and after he pumped his cum in her holes, he would just forget her. She had no place in his life and an hour from now he might not even remember her name. She, on the other hand, was completely under his spell and would beg to suck his cock again. She knew she was not just into his looks, he looked like a filmstar, but what had completely crushed Payal was the way he had destroyed Ileana while playing with Payal like she was a juicy treat on the side. A man who could treat stunningly beautiful women like that, was a man Payal wanted to worship for the rest of her life.
Vikas pulled Payal’s hair and turned her face up. She opened her mouth as soon as he brought his mouth over hers and parted his lips. He kept looking deep into her eyes as he let his saliva dribble from his tongue into her mouth. Payal felt every cell in her body feel super charged. This man knew how to put a girl in her place. He knew his worth and he was not afraid to use and degrade a woman no matter how hot she was. Payal’s pussy exploded even harder than last time even as he was spitting in her mouth. She swallowed his saliva and moaned continuously while her pussy bathed his cock in her cum.
He was gripping her hair and whispering dirty, degrading things in her ear while Payal was cumming uncontrollably hard “You are just a worthless fucktoy, Payal. A very hot fucktoy, but just made for use and abuse, nothing more. Main tumhari choot ragdoonga, todoonga tumhein apne lund se, phir chhod doonga, discarded like yesterday’s newspaper. You will need to beg even to lick my cum from the floor, because you are nothing more a piece of fuckmeat, to be used and abused.”