Rising Star 2: Dominant Director at Work
Korben Hunter
Rising Star 2
Dominant Director at Work
© Korben Hunter 2021
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Sumer is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the college he studies in is a figment of my 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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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 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.
There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.
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Table of Contents
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Kajal is a Good Girl for Her Boss
Chapter 2 – Sumer Marks his Territory Chapter 3 – Pooja Learns to Surrender
Chapter 4 – Amisha Applies to Be a Producer
Chapter 5 – Pooja Brings Sumer into Her Project
Chapter 6 – Pooja’s Boyfriend Becomes the First Casualty
Chapter 7 – Jacqueline is Seething
Chapter 8 – Jacqueline Learns Her Place
Chapter 9 – Sumer Meets the Trophy Wife
Chapter 10 – Malavika’s Training Continues
Chapter 11 – Pujita Needs an Introduction
Chapter 12 – Pujita Gets the Introduction
Chapter 13 – Malavika is a Slut
Chapter 14–Neha Sharma Interviews For Fashion Designer
Chapter 15 – When Roommates Collaborate
Chapter 16 – Amisha Interviews to Become a Producer
Chapter 17 – The Real Interview Starts
Chapter 18 – Malavika Starts Teaching Arjun
Chapter 19 – Pooja Reports to Sumer
Chapter 20 – Pooja Works With Sumer
Chapter 21 – Sumer and Pooja Cook Together
Chapter 22 – Prachi Takes an Interest
Chapter 23 – Sumer and Pooja Work Late Night
Chapter 24 – Prachi Expresses Her Interest
Chapter 25 – Breakfast is Served
Chapter 26 – Prachi Starts Working on Karan
Chapter 27 – Kajal and Pooja Collaborate Well
Chapter 28 – Eesha Brings a Twist in the Story
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Series Info
By rights this story was not meant to be published at this time. I have a couple of other series for which the next story is pending. But hey, I am not a professional, I just write because I like to write. I publish them only because people like to read them. So, why shouldn’t I just write what I am enjoying writing and let people have it? That’s exactly what I did.
In the first story you met Sumer who is a mature student doing his post graduate degree in media production from a well-known college in Bombay. He is making a web series as part of his 3rd year project. He gets a lot of hot girls who apply for a role in his project. But Sumer is the kind of dominant, strong, bold guy who takes what he wants. He not only claims the actresses who come for audition, he makes sure that any hot girl joining his project as a crew also surrenders to him completely.
When some of his sexy, slutty, female professors start taking an interest in his project, he does not hesitate to take charge and teach them where they will belong under him. It does not matter if a girl has a boyfriend or husband, if she is hot and she needs something from Sumer, there’s only one way to get it. Complete submission.
In this second book, he is still working on crewing up his project but he also accepts a request for help from a fellow student, the stunning beauty that is Pooja Hegde. Her own film project is doomed unless someone like Sumer can guide her. Sumer starts helping her and things get really interesting.
As usual, I write in a constant stream so the start and end of a book can seem like random, but hey, this is porn, the fun is literally in the journey. So, here is the second book in your hands. I hope you enjoy Sumer’s journey with him.
Chapter 1 – Kajal is a Good Girl for Her Boss
Saturday Morning.
“Good morning, boss.”
Sumer halted as he entered his office.
“Wow, you look mind-blowing, girl.” He said looking at Kajal “That dress…you are an invitation to pound.”
“So, who’s stopping you?” Kajal smiled wide “Bataiye, kis position mein chodenge?”
[Which position you want to fuck me in?]
Her dress was a really sexy bright red minidress made of a thin layer of PVC. It had a deep cowl neck that showed a very generous amount of cleavage and her smooth, fair skin including her navel. Her firm, braless tits were showing no sag as the tight dress was holding them in. The dress tapered off as it moved up, showing a nice amount of sideboob on both sides. A thin PVC strap behind her neck was pushed forward to join the tapered ends of her dress with two copper rings. On her ass the dress was scrunched with sexy wrinkles hugging her tight butt. There was nothing covering her back and the dress was cut so low that it was exposing the tip of her ass crack.
On her thighs the hem of the dress stopped on her mid-thighs, not covering them fully and didn’t try to cover her legs at all. She was wearing red plastic stilettos in black which had red PCV straps wrapped around her long legs, stopping a few inches below her dress and tying on her thighs. She was wearing her hair loose, partially in front, just barely covering one breast leaving the rest of her to be admired and ogled. Her lipstick was bright red, matching the dress. She had a jacket with her but today she had carried the jacket along with her bag. Needless to say, she had caused many erections along the way. It being the weekend, there were not that many people around the campus but those who were had gotten a treat for their eyes.
When Sumer took her hand and pulled her close, Kajal floated into his arms, giving no resistance. He looked into her eyes and let his hands caress her smooth, bare back. She closed her arms around his neck, both her lips and her eyes smiling happily at him. He touched her bare ass crack with his thumb. She let out a moan and pressed closer to him.
“Tujhe apni kutiya banana padega.” He said leaning closer.
[I will need to make you my bitch.]
Kajal smiled and pressed closer until her lips were almost touching his “To banao na, kab banaoge?”
[So do it already.]
He pressed his lips on her soft, red lips, sucking them hard as he kissed her with a hot, impatient style. Kajal stroked his head, pushing her fingers into his hair. She opened her lips for him to suck, bite or fuck. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, she pressed even harder against his body, rubbing her soft, warm thigh on his hard rod. Their tongues battled fiercely as both of them felt the rush of arousal coursing through their bodies. Sumer kneaded her ass cheek, feeling her soft, shapely body in his hands, crushing her soft buttocks in his strong fingers. She moaned at his rough treatment but pressed even closer, encouraging him to play with her young, gorgeous body any way he wanted.
She reached down and rubbed his dick, then opening his zip, she slipped her hand inside. His dick was already too hard and long to bring out of that small opening, but Kajal wrapped her hand around it, enveloping it in her palm, and then moved her hand in a circle as she retreated it out of his fly. His massive, erect cock poked out of his pants like a tree trunk out of the ground. She rubbed it slowly with her warm hand, getting it to get even harder and higher.
“I was made for this dick.” She breathed as they broke hot, passionate kiss “He owns me now. Put him in me and use me any way you like.”
“Any way I like?” He said looked in her eyes.
She kissed his cheek and whispered “It’s all yours. I told you yesterday also. I will tell you every day until you believe me. It’s all yours. Use me like you want.”
“I want to use you like a dirty whore.” He said.
Kajal nodded “Why wouldn’t you? I am your whore, your possession.”
Sumer took her to the desk and bent her over. Kajal opened her legs wide. Her dress rode up. The combination of the dress, the shoes and her smoking hot body was so incredibly hot that Sumer’s dick was throbbing like crazy. He didn’t waste any time. Placing his cockhead on her pussy, he pushed in with a strong thrust. Kajal cried out his name as his cock hurt her pussy but kept herself in place with her hands placed firmly on the desk.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He whispered in her ear as he started to fuck her with in and out strokes, slowly pushing his thick, hard cock deep into her tight, wet cunt, conquering her with his power without using force.
“Mhmmm,” Kajal grunted “I always want your cock in me. I thought about it a lot last night.”
He continued to drill her cunt, slowly increasing his speed “You dressed to be fucked today, didn’t you, doll?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kajal moaned as she felt his cock stuff her so deep that it was pushing the breath out of her lungs “I would always dress the way you want me so you always want to fuck me.”
Sumer reached under her body and slipped his hand inside the scoop neck of her dress. He kneaded her soft, firm tits, making her moan “What would that make you, Kajal?”
“Mmmmm, your personal whore, Sir.” Kajal breathed. She was getting hot and his slow strokes were making her hungry. She pushed back to take his cock harder into her pussy.
“You want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He bit her earlobe, keeping his hands on her smooth, warm tits.
Kajal nodded “Zor se chodo na, Sir, apni kutiya bana ke chodo, jaise, ah….kal…kal choda tha.”
[Fuck me hard like a bitch, like you fucked me yesterday.]
“Kutiya ki tarah chudna hai?”
[You want to be fucked like a bitch?]
“Mhhmmm, ji Sir.”
[Yes, Sir.]
“Kiski kutiya hai tu, Kajal?”
[Whose bitch are you ?]
“Aapki Sir. Please kutiya ki tarah ragado na.”
[Yours, Sir. Please pound me like a bitch.]
He didn’t disappoint her. He drilled her cunt hard and deep. Kajal moaned with his strokes and squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles. Her stunning body in that slut dress was a big turn on for Sumer and he started pounding her hard, not caring that the office door was open or that her screams could be heard outside. Right now she was his bitch and he wanted to own her with his cock. Kajal didn’t mind any of that. She simply surrendered her body under him and accepted every assault of his massive cock like she knew that she was born to be his whore. His long, thick shaft sliding deep into her wet, slippery cunt was giving her the helpless, vulnerable feeling that she had loved so much yesterday.
She had indeed thought about him and his cock a lot the previous night. So much so that she had borrowed the slut dress from her roommate Disha. She didn’t have too many slutty dresses herself but she planned to buy some so that she could be a good whore for her new boss. Kajal had been on the campus for several years now and her main problem with her dating life was that the campus was a good place to meet good-looking, intelligent men but they were almost always sweet and gentle. She loved dominant men who could take charge and put a girl in her place. She had met some during this time but they were few and far between. However, she had never met anybody like Sumer before who had made her soaking wet even in her first phone call with him.
Kajal’s pussy was getting hotter. Each thrust of his hips was making her pussy shoot off electric bolts into her body. His thick cock was stretching her pussy to the limit but she didn’t mind that, she wanted this, she wanted him to treat her like she was his personal property. She loved having a man to dominate and control her. Her desire for him and his strong, unapologetic control over her was driving her wild. She was getting closer and closer to the edge from where there would be no return. Suddenly she was there, her pussy exploded around his cock and she almost lost her grip on the desk. Her body was so hungry for him that she had no control over it. She just automatically pushed back hard and fucked herself on his hard, powerful shaft that was pounding her mercilessly.
“Oh god, Sir. Please, please, keep fucking me, Sir.” Kajal pleaded as her pussy throbbed around his cock “Please use me like your property. I am your whore, Sir. Please, ah, please fuck me like your whore.”
Sumer kept kneading her soft, warm tits as fucked her hard. Her pussy was soaking his cock in her cum and he was using the extra lubrication to penetrate her incredibly deep. She loved how his balls were slapping her pussy while his cock drilled her like a steel piston going into an oil-filled hole. If was not just having his throbbing cock in her cunt that was making Kajal so unbelievable hot. It was the fact that she worked under him now and he completely owned her. Kajal had never had a chance.
Talking to him on the phone had already excited her too much. Then he had ordered her to dress for him which was one of the things that Kajal found amazingly hot. Dressing for him in a slutty dress yesterday had made her so hot that she was wet by the time she had come to his office. Then seeing him, the handsome, mature man he was, Kajal had realised that there was no way she would be able to resist him. Not that he had given her a chance to resist. He was too smooth, too dominant, too much in control of himself and the situation that it was no surprise that Kajal had ended up on his cock right away.
Now it was the joy of her life to dress for this man who was her boss and owner. His cock ruled her life and Kajal loved that. When talking to Neha last night she had been wet when describing him to Neha. Even thinking about Neha made her pussy spike. She had picked up a girl for him. She had lined her up for him like a fucktoy. He was going to fuck her this evening and Kajal knew that right from that moment Neha would be his bitch.
“Ah!” She cried out as her pussy erupted again. The thought of breaking a beautiful girl for her boss to own was too delicious for her pussy to handle. She knew how hot Neha was and how her classmates drooled after her. She also knew Sumer would give her no chance. Even in their first meeting, Neha would be taking Sumer’s cock, Kajal could guarantee that. That thought again made her pussy spike. She got such a high from that feeling of lining up a gorgeous babe to become her boss’ fucktoy that her whole brain was soaked in sex chemicals making her think only dirty, erotic thoughts.
Sumer grabbed her hair and pushed her down on the desk. Kajal grunted as she lowered her body on the desk. He crushed her soft, warm body on the desk and Kajal cried out when her soft tits pressed on the keyboard. The dress was quite thin and she could feel the keys digging into her fleshy tits. But there was no other option for her except to surrender. Sumer was pounding her harder and faster, rocking her body with the forceful thrusts. It’s not that Kajal didn’t have her own admirers. She had had to change her phone number several times in the last few years. She could date anyone she wanted from the staff or students. Men drooled after her even when she dressed in casual, conservative style. When she went out in sexy dresses, that factor went up by a thousand percent.
But her problem was that these sweet, gentle men didn’t attract her. She didn’t want the power that she had over them. She loved how it made her life easy but it did not make her pussy wet. Sumer had shown her right from the first meeting that while he loved her looks, it didn’t give her any special power. He had treated her like a piece of fuckmeat right from the introduction. She tried to remember how long it had been since she walked into office before she had his dick inside her. It had been probably just two minutes, maybe less. In two minutes of her first meeting with him, he had jammed his dick in her cunt. God, what a whore she was!
“Ah, mumma!” Her pussy throbbed and erupted again. He was speeding up his strokes now and this orgasm was different from others because it was made up of electric spikes. Each thrust of his cock was raising the temperature of her body and she was thankful that her body was resting on the desk, even on the uneven pokey keyboard.
Kajal screamed “Oh my god!” as Sumer’s cock erupted inside her and he started pumping his hot cum into her body. Even in their first meeting yesterday, he had not asked her if he could cum in her. He had simply used her as his cumdump like it was birthright to dump his load in her womb after he fucked her. Everything he did was an erotic sensation for Kajal, even the way he had fingered her yesterday while talking about work. That showed her how completely he was in control of himself and her. No man had ever said no to fucking her. Except Sumer.
He had made her wait for his cock for this morning. Kajal had dressed as slutty possible to make sure she would get his cock today. No man had made her work so hard for cock. No man had ever made her work for cock. She loved his cock but what made her helplessly aroused around him was his authority over her. She knew he would be destroying Neha this evening and the thought was keeping her constantly aroused. She kept her head down and ass up as Sumer pumped his hot cum into her womb. She had no control over her moans but the feelings she had in her body were just too delicious to bear without moaning.
Sumer kept her hair in his grip as he came in her then, he pulled out slowly and used her hair like a leash to guide her down to the floor on her knees. This was another thing Kajal had never done. No man who had ever fucked her had had the audacity to tell her to lick his messy cock clean. But Sumer had made her do it in the first meeting itself. She had not only done it to please him but she had loved the taste of his cum so much that she had missed it last night and was looking forward to eating it today. She smiled happily at him as she flattened her tongue and licked his cum-soaked cock. He stroked her hair, running his fingers through her silken locks. Kajal loved it. She loved it all.
When she was done sucking his cock clean, he helped her up. Kajal adjusted her dress. It was skimpy to begin with but right now it was not even covering her pussy. She pulled it down while Sumer adjusted his own clothes and went to his desk. He took his seat and Kajal went to sit beside him. She was completely taken by him as was evident in the way she looked at him at like a puppy looks at its owner.
Chapter 2 – Sumer Marks his Territory
“Shall we do some work?” Sumer said.
“Yes, Master.” Kajal said with a smile.
“No,” he shook his head “only boss or Sir in office.”
“Then?”
“You can call me Master when I call you home to use you.”
“When will you call me?” Kajal said eagerly “I am so ready.”
Sumer smiled “What’s the need when I can nail you in the office whenever I want?”
“Yes, but don’t you feel like calling me home and pounding me all night so I can’t even walk in the morning?”
“I will think about it.”
“You are such a tease.” Kajal pouted.
Sumer pointed to the computer “Work?”
Kajal grinned “Yes, boss.”
They looked at the various ads they needed to place for location, actors etc. Sumer read the copy she had written for each and approved them. She was good. He didn’t have to change much in the ad copy.
“We need a producer also,” Sumer said “but so far the applications I have got are not really impressive. We need a more experienced person for the producer role who can handle this kind of big project.”
“You would like a girl for this, Sir? I can ask around.” Kajal said.
“I don’t mind either but this role needs really good organisation skills and girls are much better at it.”
“That’s true, Sir. I will ask around. There were a couple of girls in my previous year who were good.”
“Cool. I will check in my circle also.” Sumer said “Let’s look at the scene breakdown. I need to have them all broken down for actors, props and locations even before we get to the first day of shoot otherwise we will be neck deep in crap and nothing will get done.”
“Right, Sir.” Kajal said “Why don’t I type while you…well, you have two hands free, I look like a hot slut in this dress as you said…I am sure you will think of something to do with your hands.”
Sumer laughed “Why don’t I use my hands for typing while you get under the desk and suck my dick?”
“Mmmm, really?” Kajal’s eyes opened wide “I would love to.”
Kajal got under the desk on her knees. Sumer picked up his jacket and handed it to her “Use this. You have pretty knees, that carpet is thin.”
“Aww, thank you, Sir.” Kajal took the jacket, folded it and knelt on it. Then she took his cock out of his pants. It was semi-hard already.
Working slowly with both her hands and her tongue, she got his cock rock hard in no time. Then she only used her mouth, using her tongue to lick his meaty shaft from base to the tip. She was already in love with his cock. She was sure this cock was going to dominate her life from now on. She took his cockhead in her mouth and pushed her head down, swallowing his massive beast in her hot, wet, willing mouth. She sucked in and out going deeper until his cock started to hit the back of her throat. Then keeping her eyes in his, she pushed up firmly and took his thick, meaty rod in her throat.
Sumer stroked her head as he stopped working and looked at her only. The way he treated her like a cheap whore and a beloved pet was extremely thrilling for Kajal. Her whole body buzzed with excitement when she was with him. Sumer reached down and opened her dress. The wide scoop neck easily opened and he bared her tits. She moaned as he started to knead her hot, firm tits, pinching her nipples. She could feel her pussy pulsing with electric sensations even though she was not touching it at all.
He pulled his cock out of her throat and gently pushed her back, letting his hot, meaty shaft slide out of her mouth. He held it in his hand and pumped it with his fist.
“Ah!” Kajal gasped as the first load of his hot, slimy cum landed on her breast soaking her nipple. Then the next load on her other breast. As he showered her chest and tits in his hot cum, Kajal’s body jerked and her pussy gushed out with her cum. She had never cum before without touching her pussy but he had just made her so hot that her body exploded with the overdose of sexual energy. She rubbed her clit furiously with one hand while rubbing his cum into her tits and chest with the other. She felt so proud that he had chosen to mark her with his cum. She smeared her chest with his cum, working it into her skin like a moisturising cream.
Kajal’s body was jerking as she came. She bucked her hips, letting her pussy pump out her cunt juices. She licked her fingers clean, tasting his pure cum this time. He grabbed her hair and pulled her between his legs. She sucked his cock clean, happy to be eating more of his cum.
“And now you know who owns you.” He smiled down at her.
“I have known since I made the first phone call to you, Sir.” She smiled “But it is wonderful to be branded by my owner. I will keep this as my prize on my body. Thank you so much, Master. I am really grateful.” She covered her tits with her dress, keeping his cum secure on them.
He smiled and helped her come out from under the desk. Her chest was covered with his cum but it was disappearing into her skin with the warmth of her body. She showed him her breasts where the same thing was happening.
“You are a wonderful, amazing owner.” She smiled “Thank you so much for this. I will keep it on me and it will remind me all day that I am your whore.”
“That’s the idea.” He winked “I have some stuff to do today, so I might not see you until the evening or maybe not at all. But it’s Saturday, so you go have fun. We don’t have pressure of the work just yet.”
“For me this is fun. I love working on film projects.” Kajal said “And a lot of stuff happens on Saturday. Many actors find time only on the weekend to audition.”
“I know, that’s why I keep the office open.” Sumer said “But I have to go help someone else with her project today.”
“That’s fine, Sir. I will keep the office open and work on finding a producer. You will be able to see Neha in the evening?”
“Neha, the fashion designer? Yes, she is in my diary.”
“She was asking if you could visit her in her hostel room.” Kajal said “She has her designs there that she can show you and you could interview her there.”
“Alright, I don’t mind. Text me her room number and I will see her on the way back.”
Kajal said “Yes, Sir. By the way, she is very beautiful, don’t spare her.”
“What do you mean?”
Stepping closer to him, Kajal rubbed his chest “I know several girls in her class who can design. Neha has good talent, but also, she’s the hottest of them all.”
“Ok, go on.” Sumer said, intrigued.
“When you interview her, please consider it your privilege to nail her.”
“You think she will be willing to spread her legs?”
Kajal nodded “If she wants to be part of your project, she will spread her legs and be ready to become your whore.”
“And if she’s not?”
“Then,” Kajal smiled “I will find you the next hottest girl from her class. But it won’t come to that. I am sure you can break Neha. She will be your pet bitch by the time you leave her room.”
“You seem more confident than I am about this.”
“Because I know she’s a little slut, and I also know that sluts love you.”
“I love sluts, too.” Sumer said “But this is a crew role and it’s my first meeting with her.”
“That’s not a problem. In the first meeting itself she will be impaled on your cock and telling you that she is willing to be your whore.”
“A bit ambitious for the first meeting, isn’t it?” Sumer said.
“I know you are teasing me. I remember very well when I called you the first time, you were banging an actress and at the same time telling me on the phone that I will be your whore.”
“Did I say that?”
“Not in those words but you made it very clear that you will own my ass as soon as I walked into your office. And that’s what you did in our first meeting, you claimed me as your bitch.”
“Regrets?”
“Hell, no! Becoming your bitch is the hottest thing that has happened in my life.”
“And you want the same thing to happen to Neha as well?”
“No,” Kajal shook her head “I will be your top bitch, I am your AD. But I do want you to own her and any other hot babes we add to the project.”
“I get the feeling you enjoy that.”
“Breaking hot sluts to be used and owned by my powerful boss? Hell, yeah. It creams my pussy.”
“That’s good. That works in my favour. You can help me build my harem and keep the cunts in line.”
“Mmmmmm, it’s so fucking hot, when you talk, my pussy just throbs.” Kajal moaned “When you took Rashmika in you control yesterday, oh my god, I was so hot my whole body was buzzing. I was already your bitch but I think that’s when I fell in love with you.”
“You like bad boys, it seems.” Sumer smiled.
“Bad boys like you who are smart, sweet and total badass…yes, you could use me any way you want and I will be completely in your command because you totally rock my world.”
“Good.” Sumer cupped her cheek and caressed slowly “I am going to go and meet that girl. I will text you in the evening to see if you are still here.”
“I will wait as long as I can.” Kajal said “I have a thing to go to with my roommate this evening.”
“No problem.”
Chapter 3 – Pooja Learns to Surrender
Pooja got to the café much earlier than the appointed time. She didn’t want to get there late for the first meeting, it would ruin her impression. It was Saturday morning so the café was pretty much dead. There was only one girl on duty.
There are two types of students, one, who party on Friday night and wake up about noon on Saturday. Two, those who get up early on Saturday morning and go hiking, trekking, biking or boating. Result, empty café’s and restaurants all across campus. Pooja went and sat in the farthest corner from the door. There were several sofas here which she thought Sumer would prefer and even if any stray customers came in, they would not notice Pooja.
She had followed Shweta’s advice to the letter and dressed in a very sexy outfit, too sexy for Saturday morning. It was a low-cut silver tank top that had a pair of noodle straps that tied over her shoulders. The top covered her tits but not her midriff. Her skirt was a matching micromini that started low on her hips, just barely covered her ass crack and stopped at her mid-thighs. Pooja was only used to wearing such skimpy clothes to clubs. Wearing this outfit in the morning was making her self-conscious. But the bigger problem was the she was not wearing panties. When she wore a short skirt like this, she usually wore a lace thong under it but today she was following the dress code advised by Shweta and not worn bra or panties. The top was deep-cut and it was showing more of her tits in the absence of a bra but that was ok for Pooja. The problem was only with the missing panties because she was already feeling quite moist and he was not even there yet.
Even if Shweta hadn’t told Pooja, she would have worn high heels because she knew all men like high heels on girls. After Shweta’s advice though she had gone for higher heels than normal. She was wearing black pumps with 6” high heels.. They had straps that wrapped around her legs and tied just below her knees. Her long, dusky legs looked amazing in that short dress with the high heels making her ass push back. She had put her hair in a ponytail as Shweta had told her to keep her back bare. Pooja was feelingly strangely empowered and vulnerable at the same time. She had done her make up more carefully than usual. Being a beautiful girl with sharp features, she usually did minimal make-up as she didn’t really need it. Today she had done her make-up like she were going to a party.
Pooja put her bag on the side and sat down. She crossed her legs. Looking at her legs she felt sure Sumer would want to spread them. She settled down to wait. While she waited, she tried to think of what she would say. She tried to imagine what he might ask her or things she could say to convince him that she was worth taking in his possession. Pooja was quite modest by nature and this would be a problem for her to talk about her own good qualities. She hoped that he would like her looks and also that she had made an effort for him. Hopefully he would decide to just own her based on that. She crossed her fingers.
When Sumer entered the café, Pooja could see him from where she was sitting. She saw the girl behind the counter come out and hug him. She knew the girl’s name was Kiara Advani and she was very sexy. A lot of guys were after her. Pooja had met her during clubbing many times, always with guys hanging around her trying to get her attention. She seemed to like guys as well. But why was she hugging Sumer, Pooja didn’t know.
“Hi Sir!” Kiara came out from behind the counter and hugged Sumer “So nice to see you here. Have you come to see me or just for coffee?”
Sumer slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against him “Does it matter?”
Kiara shook her head “You are here, and I am happy to see you, that’s all that matters.”
“Good girl.” Sumer leaned in and kissed her. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him back with no regard to anything around them. She opened her lips and accepted his tongue in her mouth. She pressed close to him until her soft tits were flattened on his chest. His hands boldly moved down her back, rubbing her smooth, warm body.
“Mmmm, thank you.” Kiara breathed “I had not forgotten what a great kisser you are but it’s good to have a reminder.” She smiled.
“So, you work here?” Sumer said.
“Yes, Sir. Part time with my studies.” Kiara nodded “I am sorry I know this skirt is too long but it’s the uniform here.” She indicated her miniskirt.
“It’s fine. This is your office.” Sumer smiled “Just make sure you are dressed like a whore when you come to my office.”
“Of course, Sir.” Kiara said “When can I come to you office?”
He kept her in his embrace without holding her too tight “I have decided which three whores I will use, I just haven’t assigned roles to them yet. That I will do in a few days.”
“Am I in one of your three whores?”
“Of course.” Sumer smiled and squeezed her ass.
“Thank you so much!” Kiara beamed “And when should I come for round 2 of my audition?” She leaned in and whispered in his ear, her breath warming his neck “You know, the overnight drilling audition?”
Sumer chuckled “You already got the role, darling.” He kept his hand casually on her butt and Kiara stayed close as if she were his pet.
“But I would like my director to own me, inside and out.” She looked in his eyes.
“You would?”
She nodded “You were going to make me your whore. I am really hoping for that.”
“Then we will have to do something about that.”
Kiara said “Just call me over when you want, Sir. I will dress up like a whore and report to you.”
“Ok, I will do that.” Sumer promised “I am here for a meeting, but I will call you over soon.”
“I will wait for that, Sir.”
He let her out of his arms and after another smile at her, he looked around to see if Pooja was there.
Pooja had been watching his interaction with Kiara and remembering what Shweta had told her that he had access to a lot of pussy. She pulled down her top to make sure it was showing a nice amount of cleavage. She wondered how she should greet him. Watching him share an intimate kiss with Kiara, she thought about kissing him instead of shaking hands. Well, she was not going to shake hands with him, she should at least hug him. Yes, a hug was the minimum she could do, even if she didn’t have the courage to kiss him in this first meeting.
Sumer walked over to her sofa with long, confident steps. Pooja got up and smiled as he approached.
“Hi Pooja, Good morning.” He said and sat down on her sofa. Pooja didn’t get a chance to hug or shake hands at all.
“Umm, hi, good morning, Sir.” She said, trying to recover “Thank you for meeting me.”
She sat down and turned to face him. She crossed her legs and wondered if she should uncross them and let him see that she was fully accessible to him in a short skirt with no panties. But she thought it might be cheesy to do the Basic Instinct move. And while she was still thinking, he started talking.
“You write pretty bold emails, Pooja.” He smiled at her, but his eyes were drilling into hers.
“Ummm, not usually, Sir. First time.” Pooja’s heart was beating and she was feeling her throat drying.
“Hmmm, did you write it or someone dictated it to you?”
“No, I wrote it myself.” Pooja told herself it was the truth. Shweta hadn’t dictated it, she had only told her to make sure that she made it clear to him that she would be an easy whore for him.
“So you meant what you wrote?” He asked.
Pooja nodded “Every word, Sir.”
“Nice outfit by the way, I love it.” He said. She beamed. His approval sent a warm current into her body.
“Come, let’s talk about your project.” He patted his thigh.
“Umm, should I…?” Pooja pointed.
Did he really want her to sit on his lap? It’s not like Pooja had never sat on a guy’s lap. She had, many times. But it was always in a club, at night, after a few drinks. She didn’t believe he meant her to sit on his lap like that in the café in broad daylight. Granted, there was nobody in the café except themselves and Kiara but the café was open and anyone may walk in any time.
“Yes, come.”
This time there was no mistaking his intention as he sat back and made space for her in his lap. Pooja got up and took his extended hand. She let him guide her to sit on his lap, sideways so that her right side was pressing into his chest. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders. He squeezed her in closer. Pooja tried not to moan as her right breast pressed on his chest. Her top was quite thin and she could feel his heartbeat through her breast.
He caressed her bare back and looked at her “Comfy?”
“Yes, Sir.” Pooja nodded and tried to keep her breath in control which was getting heavy and ragged.
“Let’s talk about your project.” He said but even as he said that, he pulled the strap over her left shoulder and untied it. The left part of Pooja’s top fell, baring her braless breast. Pooja gasped. She had not expected him to be that bold in a public place. If he wanted to take her breast out he should have opened her right strap so that her breast could be covered by her body. But the way she was sitting her left side was towards the door and Pooja instinctively covered her naked breast with her hand.
“Sir!” Pooja exclaimed.
But Sumer calmly took her hand off her breast and put it on her leg. He cupped her breast and fondled it slowly, gently squeezing it from the outside. Pooja didn’t have the courage to stop him. The way he had boldly taken her body in his possession was blowing her mind. Her whole body was electrified with sexual charge that was mixed with fear.
“You want to be my possession, you said, Pooja?” He said softly keeping her close, his thumbnail, gently lifting her nipple up.
Pooja felt her cheeks get warm as she remembered the email she had sent him last night. At that time, the conversation with Shweta had motivated her and the wine had given her courage. Now in the light of day, sitting on his lap, she was not sure she was bold enough to go through with it. But she also knew that she didn’t want to get off his lap even though her brain was telling her to do exactly that.
“Mhmm.” Pooja grunted softly.
He rubbed her nipple in his thumb and forefinger, pinching it slowly. Pooja could feel both her nipples get hard, including the one he was not touching.
“What do you want to be, Pooja?” He asked her again softly as he played with her breast, his fingers sending such hot currents into her body that Pooja could feel her whole body warm up with every little movement of his fingers. She knew what he wanted to hear.
“Your possession, Sir.” She whispered. Now both her breasts were firm like rocks and her nipples were achingly hard. There were swarms of butterflies in her stomach and she didn’t know what he would do next. But the worse thing was that Pooja didn’t know what she would do next. She was not sure she would be able to stop him or even ask him to stop, no matter what he did to her.
Sumer dipped his head and closed his mouth around her nipple. Pooja’s body jerked like he had touched a live electric wire to her sensitive nipple. He boldly sucked her breast while Pooja looked left and right to see if there was anyone in the café. It was still empty except for Kiara behind the counter. Sumer flicked her nipple with his tongue and Pooja pressed his head into her chest. She wanted him to suck her breast, she wanted more, but she wanted him to stop doing it. They were in public. No, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to suck harder. She wanted him to take her other breast out as well. Pooja was going crazy with conflicting thoughts. She wanted him, but she was aware of where they were.
When he lifted his head, Pooja moaned. She wanted his mouth on her breast. Her nipple was missing his tongue already. Her breath was laboured now. She was feeling like she was drowning in something that was intoxicating her. He looked in her eyes, his face close to hers, almost touching her lips with his.
“My possession, Pooja? But what does that mean?”
The electric sensations buzzing through her body gave Pooja even more courage than the wine. She leaned in and whispered in his ear “I want to be your whore, Sir.”
He shook his head “No, look into my eyes and tell me what you want.”
Pooja swallowed once, then pulled back and looked in his eyes “I want to be your whore, Sir.”
Sumer smiled and tilted his head to the side. He put his hand behind her head, pulled her close and pressed his lips on hers. Pooja was surprised at her own eagerness in pressing back against his lips. She parted her lips, showing him that she would be easy for him. He could take what he wanted, she was willing and ready. He licked her bottom lip and slid his tongue into her mouth. Pooja sucked it hungrily, licking it from the bottom, eager to taste him. His tongue moving back and forth in her mouth was quickly turning her on. She could feel her pussy getting quite wet now. She wanted the kiss to go on forever but Sumer pulled back and she had to reluctantly let go of his lips.
Pooja loved sex and being a gorgeous girl on a university campus it was easy for her to get it when she wanted. She had had a lot of sex, some of it good as well. But no guy had made her feel so hot and vulnerable in such a short time. Or in any amount of time. She knew her pussy wanted cock. No, it wanted his cock. She could feel it hard under butt and she could sense how big it was. His dick, his looks and his dominant style, now she was finding out how a stunning woman like Shweta Tiwari could have been an easy whore for him. Pooja had no problem being an easy whore for him.
“Can we go to my place, Sir?” Pooja said “It’s not far.”
“What for, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know.
This time Pooja boldly looked into his eyes and said “So you can fuck me and make me your whore, Sir.”
He smiled and shook his head “No, we are just talking yet, honey. Let’s talk some more. Tell me why you want to be my whore? Then tell me why I should take you as my whore?”
Pooja felt like he was playing with her. But she knew she didn’t have a choice. She was already in his power. She would play any game he wanted to play. Shweta had clearly outlined why Pooja needed to become Sumer’s whore, but for Pooja things had gone much beyond those reasons now.
“Sir, it’s the same reason for both of us.” She said after she got her breath under control “I know a lot of theory of filmmaking and I really want to be a director. You can help me with that. And for you, Sir, won’t it be useful for you to have a pet bitch who can help you with your projects? I am good with theory and with your help I will be good in the field as well. I could be really useful in your projects.”
He nodded “That sounds reasonable from both sides, but that can be done normally, why do you need to be my whore for that?”
This threw Pooja for a loop. She had not considered this. After that chat with Shweta in her office, her mind has been going only on this one track where she was his bitch and worked under him. The more she had thought about it, the more she had loved that thought. Now when he mentioned this it felt to Pooja like he was taking away the treat she was looking forward to.
“But…but…Sir, I think that would be part of it, I mean…” Suddenly she had a horrid suspicious “Don’t you find me sexy, Sir?”
Sumer grinned “Are you kidding? You are stunning.” He ran the back of his fingers slowly down her cheek “This smooth, caramel-coloured skin of yours, and your gorgeous face, you drive me crazy. But that’s a reason for me to want to own you, it’s not a reason for you to want to be my whore.”
Pooja thought about it. Now she was worried he might not own her. And that was making her panic. If he just helped her with the project and didn’t fuck her…why, Pooja might cry. She had been looking forward to this. She wanted him to claim her.
While she was trying to find a way to convince him that owning her as his whore was a good idea, Kiara came over.
“Sorry, I didn’t ask before, Sir,” Kiara said “would you like a coffee or anything to eat?”
“I would love to have a coffee, darling.” Sumer said easily while keeping his hand on Pooja’s naked breast, kneading it slowly.
Kiara ignored his hand on Pooja’s breast as if there was nothing out of the ordinary and asked “What would you like, Sir?”
“Can I get a latte with cinnamon, darling?”
“Yes, Sir. Of course.” Kiara turned to Pooja “Would you like anything, ma’am?”
“I…” Pooja tried to change her mind’s gear to think about coffee “yes, I…I don’t know what I need.” She had forgotten her favourite coffee.
“Get her the same, Kiara. She can try it.” Sumer smiled as he squeezed Pooja’s breast.
“Sure, Sir. By the way, Sir,” Kiara said “the upstairs section is closed today.”
He looked towards the staircase on his right which had a velvet rope blocking it.
“Yes, I saw that.” He said.
Kiara said “On Saturday, there are not many customers so we keep it closed. It just stays empty all day.”
Finally, Sumer got what she was saying “Ah, I see. Hmmm, thank you for telling me, hon.”
“You are welcome, Sir.”
Sumer moved Pooja off his lap and got up. She started to tie her top strap. He grabbed her wrist. He kept her wrist in his hand as he led her to the staircase.
“Just text me when you are ready for coffee, Sir.” Kiara lifted the rope and closed it again after Sumer and Pooja entered the staircase “I will bring them up then.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Sumer said.
The upstairs section was all empty as Kiara had said. The chairs were stacked on the tables but the sofa areas were all open. Sumer led Pooja to a sofa, but instead of having her sit, he had her face the glass wall and put her hands on it. Pooja had already made up her mind that she was going to ask to suck his cock in the empty section. She was sure the best way to persuade him to own her was to show him her whore skills. When he had her bend over against the glass wall, she didn’t hesitate in pushing her ass back and spreading her legs.
Her heart was racing now. She could see people below on the road outside the college, but her focus was behind her. Her short skirt rode up her ass baring her pussy. Sumer pulled his zip open and that sound in the empty area made Pooja’s heart skip a beat. She held her breath as she waited for him to enter her.
Sumer moved in closer and kissed the back of her neck as he let his cock rub on her pussy. Pooja moved instinctively to try and take it in her. He held his cock in his hand and guided it to her pussy. Pooja gasped, feeling his massive cockhead on her pussy hole, ready to destroy her. She took shallow breaths, hoping he would not just rip through her right away. He pushed once.
“Ah mumma!” Pooja felt him stretch her tight pussy and her body was flooded with pain as his swollen cockhead popped into her cunt. He stopped there and let her breathe. Pooja took quick, shallow breaths to try and bear the pain. But the pain was already being absorbed by her body. She could still feel his cockhead throbbing in her cunt.
He took her shoulder strap in his fingers and pulled the knot. With both straps open, her top slid down her body. He pulled it up over her head and Pooja took her hands off the glass one by one to let him bare her upper body. She could look down at the road in front of her. This road was right outside the college and was usually quite busy. Even on this Saturday morning it was fairly busy though not to the traffic jam conditions as it usually was. Pooja could clearly see people below, she could see the faces of the drivers and pedestrians. She wondered if any of them could see her with her breasts out, bent over the glass wall.
Sumer rolled his hips and pushed again, Pooja yelped as his cock started to invade her deep, stretching her tight pussy to the very limits of elasticity. She clawed the glass as she tried to hold on in face of the pain he was causing in her young, slender body. She could feel how big and thick his cock was and she was thankful that he had not slammed in hard or he might have ripped her apart. Despite the pain, she was really loving the feeling of having his huge cock inside her. She didn’t know when she started to push back but she could feel her body hungry for his dick. His throbbing meat felt so amazing inside her that she was forgetting everything, even the people below who could probably see her taking his dick on the glass wall while they went about their business.
“Please, fuck me, Sir.” She whimpered “Please make me your whore.” She was surprised how easily she said something she had never said before in her life. But she had never met anyone like him before. He turned her on like nobody ever had. Her pussy was welcoming his huge cock by pumping more juices into her hole to lubricate his entry. Pooja pushed back to fuck herself on his hard cock, massaging and squeezing his throbbing beast with her pussy.
He held her shoulder and kept pushing in deeper with each in and out stroke. He was pulling back a little and pushing back in more, his hard, throbbing cock taking over Pooja’s tight, wet pussy like an invading army storming a conquered city. She was breathing heavily and her heart was beating fast with excitement and fear. While she was extremely turned on, she was also afraid what he might do to her. She was completely in his power. She had never felt this vulnerable with a man before. He was not only able to claim her, he would be able to rip her apart if he wanted.
But more than his dick size or his strength, Pooja was acutely aware of the force of his personality. Pooja was constantly thinking back about Shweta Tiwari who was not only a beautiful woman but an experienced mature woman who had seen the world. She was used to dealing with good looking boys and countless men who all wanted her. And she had told Pooja that she was now Sumer’s whore. If he could conquer a woman like Shweta, Pooja didn’t stand a chance. He was going to claim her and keep her as his bitch. He was fucking her tight wet cunt with his hard cock now and Pooja knew that he was writing her destiny with each stroke. She lowered her head and accepted her destiny as his bitch.
Sumer took her hair in his first and jerked her head up. More than the pain, his roughness made Pooja gasp. He was drilling her hot, wet cunt hard and Pooja knew that her body would obey him now and not her. He kissed her cheek and let his lips linger near her ear as he held her by the hair like one holds a bitch on leash.
“You want to be my whore, Pooja?” His hot breath flooded her ear with his words.
Pooja nodded “Yes, Sir.”
“But why, I told you, you don’t have to be.”
As he was already balls deep in her cunt, this question seemed pointless to Pooja. But she knew what he wanted. He wanted her surrender.
“I don’t have to be, Sir. I want to be.” She said “I want to be your whore, Sir. Please make me your whore.”
Even though Pooja had said that to please him, her own words sent such erotic currents into her body that she moaned out loud. Her pussy was now getting so hot that she could feel it get close to the boiling point.
Somebody honked and Pooja looked down. There was a car with two men in it. The driver honked again as he looked up at her. He was pointing right up at her and his passenger was looking up as well. Pooja’s cheeks flushed red as she realised that they could see her and knew that she was getting fucked like a whore in broad daylight on the glass wall of the café. Sumer grabbed her tits and kneaded them hard.
“Aw, god, oh ma!” Pooja screamed as her pussy exploded so hard that she felt like the blood was being drained from her whole body. The orgasm was so strong it made her body hurt from the inside. She moaned and cried out words that made no sense. But she kept pushing back, inviting Sumer to pound her like a whore.
He kneaded her soft, firm tits hard while drilling her cunt with long in and out strokes. Her hard nipples pressing into his calloused palms made her moan again and her pussy spiked with that helpless feeling. Her body was pulsing around his cock. She always knew that she loved sex but now she was finding out the extreme of that pleasure.
Pooja looked back at him and said “Please, Sir. Please make me your whore.”
Sumer pulled her hair and leaned in to kiss her cheek “Meri kutiya banna hai tujhe, Pooja?”
[You want to be my whore, Pooja?]
“Ji, Sir.” She nodded quickly several times.
“To aise hi loonga teri.”
[I will fuck you like this only.]
Again she nodded “Aap jab, jaise jahan loge main doongi. Aapka maal ban ke rahoongi. Please Sir, apni kutiya bana lo mujhe. I will be your most obedient bitch.”
[You can fuck me when and where you want, I will surrender to you. I will live like your property. Please make me your bitch.]
Then her words turned into yelps again as her body went into overdrive with her pussy generating so much heat that she could feel her skin on fire. It was getting close to another explosion and Pooja was pushing back so hard that his thighs were slapping her bare ass, creating a rhythm of hot, loud strokes in that empty floor. As Sumer left her hair and started kneading her tits again, she looked down at the road through the glass. It seemed to her that every person on the road was looking up. They were all able to see what a whore she was. They could see her becoming Sumer’s whore so openly and shamelessly. He was destroying her cunt with his massive, brutal cock but he was also destroying her self-respect and dignity. The sweet, shy girl Pooja was becoming his whore, so bold and shameless that she was enjoying being fucked in front of the whole city.
“Hay mumma!” Pooja cried out loudly as her pussy erupted again in a liquid explosion that felt like her whole body exploded with it. She could feel her warm tears flowing down her cheeks as she accepted his use and abuse of her body as his right. She was his bitch now and he would use her when he wanted, how he wanted. She would not only accept it but actively encourage him to use her. She was in love with this cock and she could not imagine how she would live without it inside her.
She closed her eyes and tried to bear under the savage orgasm rocking her body. With her eyes closed she felt even more exposed. Now she could imagine the whole city looking at her as Sumer made her his whore. He owned her now and everybody could see that she was his whore. Pooja could feel his cock taking over her body and owning her in a way that even she didn’t own her body. Now she was his property. He was not leaving any doubt as to whom she belonged now. His thrusts were a clear declaration of intent to own her and her body was surrendering to him unconditionally. He was declaring quite openly that she was his possession now.
As he started to bang her harder, Pooja opened her eyes and clawed the glass to stay in place for him to fuck. His massive cock was demolishing her young, tight pussy like a beast. She could feel his cockhead pummelling her cervix again and again, turning her into his personal whore with each thrust. On the road Pooja saw someone point up towards her again. It was an elderly man walking along on the footpath with his wife. His wife looked up. He had a look of disapproval on his face at what a whore this girl was but his wife was intrigued and looked like she could read the pleasure in Pooja’s face. Her eyes locked with Pooja’s eyes and she felt like such a whore that her body jerked with a sudden orgasm that shook her to her roots.
“Ungh! God.” She cried out as her whole body felt like there were waves of electrified water rolling all over her from head to toe, making every cell in her body tingle with that strange electric charge. Sumer crushed her tits in his strong, rough hands and Pooja cried out again, her pussy spiked so hard that it shot lightning bolts towards her extremities. Her knees had already turned to mush, but she was anchored on his cock. Her tits were in his grip. She was not going anywhere. He was not going to let her go anywhere until he had used her and marked her in the way he wanted.
Her body had not yet come down from the high of her orgasm when he increased the force of his strokes and she started to get hotter as his thighs slammed into her bare ass cheeks. He seemed to know exactly how to rip her apart and mould her around his cock. This confidence of his in using and claiming her body was so intoxicating that Pooja knew she had no chance now. He knew her so well. He knew the whore she was and was taking possession of her. Now, she was his and there was no escape from it. She could already see how completely he would control her life and Pooja’s only choice would be to surrender and obey.
Sumer lifted his hand and slapped her ass “Who’s my whore, Pooja?”
“Ah!” She cried out and said “I am, Sir.”
“Kaun hai meri kuritya?” He slapped her ass again and Pooja moaned.
[Who’s my bitch?]
Even as his cock was drilling her wet, slippery cunt, his slaps were sending more hot currents into her body.
“Main aapki kutiya hoon, Sir. Ah!” She let out a long scream as her body jerked and she came around his cock again.
[I am your bitch.]
His cock slammed in and exploded so deep inside her that Pooja felt like he had exploded a liquid bomb in her womb. His cockhead was pumping his hot seed into her womb and Pooja could feel the warmth reaching into every part of her body. He was marking her with his seed, it was clear to her that it was his brand on her. Now she was his possession in a way that no man had ever owned her. Her choices, her control, her decisions, everything was taken from her. He was now her owner and she would do as he commanded. It was all crystal clear to Pooja as she accepted his load in her womb, her pussy clenching around his throbbing beast, trying to milk every last drop of that wonderful, searing liquid into her body.
Slowing down his strokes, he continued to fuck her hot, abused pussy and kissed her neck “You are my possession now,” he said in her ear “is this what you wanted?”
Pooja nodded “I wanted this very badly, Sir. Thank you for taking possession of me.”
“Of course.” He kissed her cheek “Your fate was written yesterday when I saw you for the first time. There was no way I was going to spare such a hot piece of ass. I knew then that I was going to make you my bitch.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Pooja blushed but felt a warm glow of pride as well.
“Now, let’s see what a good whore you are.” He said as he slowly pulled out of her soppy cunt “On your knees, doll.”
Pooja lowered herself to her knees and started licking his cock before he could tell her to. She held on to his legs and licked his cock lean with her tongue, eating all his cum like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked it slowly in and out, licking his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. As his cock started to get hard again, she looked up at him.
He shook his head “Let’s talk, darling.”