Corporate Lion 3: Kneel or Die

Series Info

Unlike most of my other stories which take place in Bombay, this story is based in the fictional city of Delhi which is close to my heart. Within that city there is a fictional company called Event Genius who are in the business of event management. They are about 500-odd strong and one of the top event management companies in the city, even in the country. They organise big events like award shows, celebrity weddings, club openings, film premieres, fashion shows, beauty contests and many others. If someone can afford them, they are the best at what they do.

 

But despite having a big list of rich clients and a lot of business turnover, the company has been going in loss for the last four years. Why that is, we don’t know, but things are getting worse and the trend shows no sign of reversing. In such a situation when they get an offer for a merger from an American conglomerate called Douglas Media International, they take it seriously. The offer is only named as a merger, in effect, it would be that DMI would acquire EG and they would be free to do what they want with it.

 

The CEO of Event Genius, Arjun Rampal, is a hard working man who is stressed to the limit at this time because not only does he have to take care of an insane amount of paperwork and keep the company afloat, he also has to deal with a thousand rumours going around which are bad for the staff morale. Some are saying that DMI will simply rob all the assets of EG and close it. Some say that they will fire half the staff. There are some more optimistic rumours as well but people are less likely to believe them.

 

Arjun’s wife Deepika Padukone was a beauty queen in a past life but now is a devoted wife and homemaker. His sister Rhea Chakraborty is a fashion student with ambitions to start her fashion label one day. Both the women share Arjun’s stress as he deals with the pressure of the upcoming merger.

 

In the midst of all this chaos, DMI notifies EG that they are sending one of their senior officials to assess the feasibility of the merger. This guy can recommend that the merger should go ahead, or be cancelled and DMI will accept that. He has the power to hire, fire, demote or promote anybody. The news of his impending arrival adds to Arjun’s stress as he knows that the responsibility to make him comfortable and happy rests on his shoulders.

 

Shekhar arrives and meets Arjun’s family and then his staff. He seems to be a nice guy, very attractive, very friendly but he does have a strict, decisive, ruthless side to him which he bares as he starts taking charge of things. In this book he continues to make the rules and make his presence felt.

 

You can compare Shekhar to a stone in still water. He creates waves in the lives of all those that he comes in contact with. Some people love him, some hate him and most are afraid of him, but nobody can ignore him. In this story you will notice how Shekhar’s arrival on the scene starts bringing change in other people’s lives.

 

For some people, claiming beautiful girls in the office, fucking their business associate’s wife and romancing their secretary can be a big erotic adventure, for Shekhar it’s just a normal Tuesday.

 

This is the third book in the series. In this book, Shekhar continues to take charge of things and people in the office. He does not have much time to prove that Event Genius is a viable business and he moves quickly toward that goal. However, his working style is still the same, while he takes charge of business, he also takes charge of more beautiful women and is quite ruthless in taking possession of them.

 

I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

 

Introduction

I always start with good intentions but then things somehow go astray. After writing the second book in series which covered only one day’s story I wanted to move the story along at least a couple of days in this book. It did not happen. There is always another angle to cover, always some details to add and always some character who needs attention. The final outcome of all that is that this book does not even cover all the things that happen in Shekhar’s life on Wednesday.

 

However, regardless of the story time that passes, a lot of interesting, sexy, erotic things happen which I think you will enjoy. Once again, I wrote this story at the cost of leaving other series pending because the story was already flowing and I did not want to stop that flow. We will see how it happens for the next book now but I would probably be writing that soon even if not right after this one.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1 – How Deepika Spent Her Night

Deepika was sleeping with Shekhar’s cock buried fully deep in her ass. As expected she could only sleep for about an hour then the discomfort of having that thick meat pole stuffed up her ass and the arousal she felt from it combined to bring her out. She stirred a little bit and squeezed his dick with her ass. She moaned when she felt him grow inside her ass. She continued to squirm and clench her ass around his cock gently with a slow rhythm. She felt him grow and stuff her anal canal. A long moan escaped her lips. She had not felt this hungry for a cock even when she had first lost her virginity. She had gone crazy for sex then, but not like this. Now, she wanted it all the time and hard, but only from one man. She was crazy for one cock only.

 

“Marwani hai?” His hands tightened on her tits and she moaned.

 

“Haan, baby, gaand maaro na meri, please?” She was breathless already as she invited him to fuck her ass. She knew what he could do with that monster dick and she was asking him to fuck her ass. Was she crazy? Yes, she was crazy for his cock. She wanted it in her all the time, in all her holes.

 

[Yes, baby, please fuck my ass.]

 

As he started to move his hips, she could feel the electricity flowing from his dick into her body. He was grinding in and out of her anal canal. Deepika could feel the heat of his dick with her anal canal which was getting lubricated fast. She put her hands on his hand and squeezed hard, asking him to crush her tits harder. He closed his rough, calloused fingers on her soft, heavy tits and she cried out as the hot pain from her tits blended with the pain from her ass to create a heady, mind-melting cocktail.

 

“Pyaar se gaand maaroon,” he said in her ear “yaa zor se randi ki tarah peloon?”

 

[Should I fuck your ass slowly or pound you like a whore?]

 

 

She was breathless as she replied “Pehle pyaar se maaro, phir randi ki tarah ragad ragad ke maaro.”

 

[Fuck me slowly at first but then drill me like a whore.]

 

Deepika knew she was asking for her own destruction, but she knew that nothing less than that will satisfy him, or her. She moved her hips back with him as he started fucking her ass with smooth in and out strokes. He put his left knee under her left knee which opened her legs wide as they lay side by side with him behind her. Then he pushed in with his hips. He was reaching deep inside her now. She could feel his cockhead invading into her bowels. As the heat in her body rose, so did her need to be used hard.

 

“Faster, baby, zor se, zor se gaand maaro meri,” She pleaded “I want your lund to destroy me completely, ah, yes, just like that, I need this. I need this so bad.”

 

[Fuck my ass harder. I want your cock to destroy me completely.]

 

He pushed her down so her face was pressing into the pillow, her left knee was on the bed and pushed up. Her thighs were spread open and he was on more on top of her from the side. She clutched the pillow with both hands as Shekhar started jamming his massive cock fully deep in her ass, demolishing her ass in a way that turned her from a beautiful married woman into a wanton whore. She was made for his use, his cock was teaching her that lesson. Each moan from her soft, luscious lips was confirmation that she was accepting her place as his whore.

 

“I am your whore, honey, I am completely your whore. Maaro meri gaand, destroy me as you want, I know you want to crush me, baby, just crush me. I am yours to use as you want. Take me anyway you want. Main sirf tumhara maal hoon, your property, baby, only yours. Hay, mumma! “

 

[Fuck my ass....I am only your property.]

 

As her pussy erupted like a geyser shooting out of the ground, her whole body trembled under him. He pinned her down and drilled her ass like a beast. She pressed her face in the pillow and accepted her fate as his whore. She was an incredibly hot woman and Shekhar was feeling his cock throb hard as his thighs slapped into her tight, perfectly rounded ass. His balls were slapping her pussy, making Deepika cry out in heat.

 

“Baby, please fill me with your cum,” She pleaded as soon as she felt his balls get tighter and his strokes became more forceful “mark your whore, na. You know you own this ass. I am your cumdump. Dump your load in me.”

 

Her dirty requests got to him and he speeded up his strokes. He grabbed her tits and kept her pinned under him as he fucked her ass brutally deep. Deepika yelped and cried out, feeling her body get hotter by the second. He exploded in her ass and Deepika screamed as her pussy exploded with him. He continued to fuck her ass and pumped his hot load into her bowels. His hands were crushing her soft, firm tits hard and that rough treatment was only making her orgasm spike harder. Her tears were soaking the pillow but Deepika was in no condition to control anything. He owned her ass and he had claimed it as was an owner’s right.

 

“Aise gaand kabhi nahin marwai maine.” She whispered as he slowed down his strokes but kept his cock in her ass.

 

[I have never had my ass fucked like this.]

 

“Is position mein?”

 

[In the position.]

 

“Position nahin, aise kutiya ki tarah jaise tum ragad ke chodte ho.”

 

[Pounded like a bitch like you fuck me.]

 

“I thought you were my bitch?” He kissed her neck and slowly pulled out of her ass, making her moan.

 

Deepika turned over and looked at him “To aur kya? Hoon na main tumhari kutiya. You have a doubt?”

 

[Of course, I am your bitch.]

 

He laughed “No, I don’t have any doubts, my whore. Now it’s time to feed my bitch.”

 

“Mmmm, wonderful.”

 

She knelt between his legs and sucked his cock clean while he lay back and stroked her head.

 

“I am really getting addicted to the taste of your cum, you know?” She smiled at him.

 

“This is a whore’s food.” He caressed her cheek.

 

“Mhmm, and I am your whore.” She said and continued sucking his dick.

 

Then she went to the bathroom and came back to bed.

 

“You brushed again?” He said as he smelled the mint.

 

“Mhmm.” She lay down next to him and smiled “I will want a good morning kiss and I know you will remember that I just sucked your cock.”

 

“Hmmm, you are learning my habits quickly.” He smiled.

 

“Because I want to be your bitch forever, not just a couple of weeks.” She told him.

 

“Don’t you want to go down?”

 

“No, I want to sleep with you. I don’t get this chance often, and I don’t want to compete with Rhea.”

 

“But if Arjun woke up and found you missing?”

 

“I will make some excuse.” She said and put her arms around his naked body “Think about me, not Arjun. I am your whore and always going to be. Arjun doesn’t get a say in that.”

 

This time she slept facing him in a tight embrace, pressing her tits on his chest and her legs intertwined with him so his dick was right next to her pussy. She took a deep breath. She loved his manly smell. Sleeping with him was like a wonderful dream for her.

 

 

Chapter 2 – Deepika’s Morning

Deepika’s eyes opened from the sound of the flush. She saw Shekhar coming back from the bathroom.

 

She opened her arms and legs as she looked at him “Loge?” She looked extremely hot, naked in bed, her shapely, tall body displayed unabashedly. His cock stirred at the sight of her open legs and her beautiful proud tits.

 

He smiled and came on top of her. She moaned as the weight of his body pinned her down. He kissed her hot lips, sucking them, teasing them with his tongue while his hardening cock was rubbing between her thighs carelessly. She pushed her ass up to rub her hot pussy on his meaty shaft. Shekhar was fucking her mouth with his tongue and it was waking up the hungry slut in Deepika. She began to grind her pussy harder on his cock, parting her pussy lips with his hard rod. His saliva was flowing into her mouth and she was drinking it hungrily, feeling it heat up her body from the inside.

 

“Mmm, baby, chodo na.” She said sweetly when they broke the breathless kiss.

 

“No.” Shekhar said as he pulled up. He straddled her chest and placed his hard cock between her tits.

 

“Oh, God, yes!” Deepika breathed.

 

There was just enough space between Deepika’s hot firm tits his thick cock could fit in there but not fully. It was thick enough that it pressed on her breasts in that position. Her breasts big, perfectly rounded and firm. They felt warm on his shaft.

 

“Do you like my tits, baby?” She looked up in his eyes.

 

“Mhmmm, they are spectacular.”

 

“They are your property, just like the rest of me.” Deepika said. She grabbed her tits and squeezed his thick cock with her fleshy mounds.

 

Shekhar loved the heat of her tits on his cock. It was different from the wet heat of her cunt, but equally delicious.

 

“Chodo, jaise mann kare, main chudoongi.” Deepika said “You are my owner. This body is yours to use.”

 

{Fuck me as you want, I will submit.]

 

He started moving his hips back and forth, fucking Deepika’s gorgeous tits. She was soaking wet and moaning constantly as she pressed her hot, fleshy breasts on his dick. As thick long, hard pole passed between her tits, his cockhead was close to her mouth. Deepika tilted her chin and licked his pre-cum. Then she licked it again.

 

“Please, more, baby. Please?” She begged looking at him. He made his strokes a little longer. Deepika closed her mouth around his bulbous cockhead. She moaned as she sucked him but then he moved back. She tilted her head down and tried to suck his dick with each stroke. Mostly, she succeeded.

 

Both her hands were busy in squeezing her tits around his cock but her pussy was immensely hungry. She was squeezing her thighs to make her pussy wetter and hotter. Her whole body was on fire and she wanted to be used hard. Shekhar was enjoying fucking her tits, her beautiful body had turned him on since the first time he saw her, but her tits were a piece of art. He could feel them hot on his cock and it was making his cock throb hard. He pushed his cock up between them, loving their warmth and pushed his cockhead between her beautiful red lips. Deepika sucked his cockhead and licked his pee hole quickly before he moved back.

 

Fucking her tits was different from fucking her pussy, this was much hotter. Shekhar was aroused both by her physical beauty, her sculpted body and her submission. Pretty soon he was fucking her tits faster with hard, long strokes. Deepika was moaning as his arousal was making her hot as well. Her pussy was itching deep inside. She squeezed it with her thighs and moaned when her clit sent a shot of electricity into her body.

 

His cock erupted like a volcano and a hot, creamy load of his cum landed on Deepika’s stunningly beautiful face. She gasped. He moved back and sprayed the next load on her tits. Deepika pushed two fingers into her cunt and fucked her pussy furiously as he showered her naked body in his hot, sticky seed. Deepika’s pussy exploded in her hand and she cried out as her whole body clenched with the hot, powerful orgasm that hit her like a truck. She moaned and whimpered, continuing to fuck her cunt with her fingers.

 

“God, you rock, baby!” She panted when her orgasms subsided slowly “I want to be your whore for the rest of my life.”

 

She scooped up his cum from her face and sucked it from her finger. He shook his head and said “Rub it in.”

 

Deepika mewled as his words made her pussy tingle. She rubbed his cum into her tits, chest and face.

 

“No shower for you today.”

 

“All day?” She whimpered.

 

“Ok, just before I come home.”

 

She nodded “That’s fair.”

 

He moved up and wiped his cock on her cheeks and neck. He grabbed her hair and wiped his cum with it. Deepika yelped as her pussy spiked in a strong aftershock. He knew how to make her feel like a cheap whore and she was so addicted to it already that she knew she was completely in his power now.

 

“Are you not going to sleep any more?” She said as he started to dress.

 

“No, I will go to the gym before office.”

 

“Oh my god! What are you like, superman?”

 

“Got to stay in shape, honey. I am not as young as I used to be.” He smiled.

 

“Shut up, you look amazing and you know it.” She said.

 

He smiled.

 

“Ummm, may I masturbate in the day?” She asked gently “I will be extremely turned on all day from the smell of your cum.”

 

“Yeah, that’s ok.” He said.

 

“And...may I....am I allowed to cum?”

 

“Not more than twice in the whole day.” He said after thinking for a moment.

 

“I may masturbate as many times as I want but cum only twice, any two times in the whole day?” She clarified.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Ok that’s fair.” Deepika nodded “Thank you, you are a wonderful owner.”

 

He smiled and picked up his office bag and his gym bag “Message me after each orgasm.”

 

“Mmmm, yes, Master.” Deepika smiled.

 

On his way to the door, he stopped by the bed and looked at her gorgeous, naked body “I am going to nail you tonight.”

 

Deepika smiled “Yes, Sir. I will wait for it impatiently.”

 

“Now, go, sleep with your husband.”

 

“With your cum on my body, mmmm, I love it!”

 

 

Chapter 3 – Rashmika Wakes Up

Rashmika woke up with a start from the buzzing on her wrist. She looked at her new watch and Shekhar’s face was on her screen. She came wide awake and kissed the watch before reading the message.

 

“Good morning, my Personal.” Shekhar had written “Are you one of those owl people who don’t sleep at night?”

 

She grinned. She thought about what to answer. She wanted to make it seductive and enticing so he would reply.

 

After some thought she typed “If I sleep, I dream and that’s not good.”

 

She waited for his reply for a few minutes then looked at the time and realised she would have to hurry to get ready to get to office on time. She had planned to go early today but the way she spent her night, she was lucky his message had woken her up. She went to look for the dress she had decided on for the office today last night.

 

“Why is that not good? Are they nightmares?” He replied later.

 

“No, but I miss what I have in the dreams when I wake up.”

 

“Gold and diamonds?”

 

“More like leather.”

 

“Like a motorcycle jacket?”

 

“No, like a dog collar.”

 

“You adopt a dog in your dreams?”

 

“Someone adopts a bitch in my dreams.:)”

 

Rashmika continued the disjointed conversation with him over text messages while she got ready and travelled to office.

 

Chapter 4 – Disha’s Workout

There was only one member in the gym at this early hour, a mature lady who seemed to want to get some work out done before she had to be busy with her family responsibilities. Disha was giving her advice and helping her with her workout but her eyes were darting towards the door all the time. Yesterday he had come at this time. She was expecting that he would probably come at the same time today. She could feel a low-voltage current of excitement running through her body in anticipation of seeing him.

 

Disha was wearing a small, light blue cotton tube top that just barely covered her big, full tits. In the back it only had thin string straps tying it together. Her skirt was a very short black nylon micromini just barely covering her butt. When she bent over her ass crack peeked out as well as the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her outfit was specially selected today so he could fuck her right away or strip her naked in a few seconds. Disha blushed as she realised how casually she was assuming that he was going to fuck her again today.

 

Well, why wouldn’t he? He had nailed her yesterday so casually and that just the first day of him working out with her. Today, he already knew she was hot and available. And that she was good in sex. What if she was not as good as she thought? That guy probably got lots of pussy, yes, he did, she could tell from his looks and his style. What if his standards were really high and Disha did not measure up? He probably had dozens of hot sluts on his beck and call who were really skilled in the art of fucking a man’s brains out. If he didn’t really like Disha, he would just stop coming as he could not avoid her if he came to this gym. God, that was an awful thought.

 

Before she could pull on that thread and drive herself crazy, the glass door opened and he walked in. Disha stepped away from the mature lady and stood in the aisle so he could spot her right away. He did and smiled. Disha smiled at him, her heart racing like the bullet train.

 

“Good morning, Ms. Patani.” He said as he came closer then passed behind her.

 

Disha realised he had seen the other client and kept his tone professional.

 

She tried to match his tone “Good morning, Sir.”

 

The other lady who was an executive in some company Disha remembered, followed him with her eyes as he went to the treadmills and said “Wow, he’s a hottie, isn’t he?”

 

Disha looked at her and said “It would be unprofessional for me to comment on that, ma’am, but if I could I would agree with you wholeheartedly.”

 

“Can you...can you introduce me, maybe?”

 

“Introduce you?”

 

The lady said “Just say this is Rani Mukherjee, she is a regular member or something like that.”

 

Disha felt jealous even though she knew Shekhar had other girls that he fucked.

 

“Ma’am, he just comes here to work out. I am not sure he would want to...”

 

“Well, can I work out with him? Like be his workout partner?”

 

“He usually just warms up here and then practices his martial arts.”

 

“Can’t I partner with him in that? Don’t you need like someone to fight?”

 

“Yes, but the level he is it will take you at least a year or two where you can practice with him.”

 

“Who does he practice with now?” Rani asked.

 

Disha said “I know martial arts, I helped him yesterday.”

 

“Oh, lucky you.” Rani looked at her “Did he like pin you down and all?”

 

“Ma’am, you have such a dirty mind.” Disha laughed “I will go see if he needs anything.”

 

Disha walked over to Shekhar’s treadmill “Hello Sir, are you ok?”

 

“I am good, darling.” He smiled as he kept running “How are you?”

 

“Good, now that you are here.” Disha gave him her beautiful smile “But so pissed off with you, too.”

 

“With me? But why?”

 

“You only joined yesterday and already cheating on me.”

 

Shekhar grinned “With that lady over there?”

 

“How did you know?” Disha’s jaw dropped.

 

“Well, she keeps staring at me and she hasn’t touched her machine sine I walked in.”

 

“Oh.” Disha said “Yes, she wanted me to introduce her.”

 

“Not interested, darling.”

 

Disha smiled “Why not, Sir? Don’t go by her sweaty look, she is pretty hot.”

 

“I can guess, but I already have the hottest girl here as my bitch, why would I go for second best?”

 

“Hottest girl, me?”

 

“Who’s my bitch here?” He looked at her.

 

Disha’s smile got wider “Thank you, Sir.”

 

“I didn’t hear you, Disha,” he said “kaun hai meri kutiya yahan par?”

 

[Who is my bitch here?

 

“Main, main aapki kutiya hoon, Sir.” Disha looked at him lovingly.

 

[Me, I am your bitch, Sir.]

 

“Good, remember that.”

 

“Sir, please, kab loge meri? Le lo na.”

 

[When will you fuck me? Please, fuck me.]

 

“Let me warm up, then we will go into the studio.”

 

“Studio mein chodoge na?”

 

[You will fuck me in the studio, right?]

 

“Pehle practice, phir chodoonga.”

 

[First practice, then fucking.]

 

“God, you will make me wait? You have no idea how wet I am.”

 

“A wet slut is a good slut,” Shekhar grinned and turned off the treadmill “spot me on the bench press?”

 

Disha worked with him on his workout but kept waiting for him to signal that they could go to the studio.

 

“Ready?” He said finally.

 

“For so long,” She said “it’s dripping even.”

 

They went to the studio and started sparring. Disha was too turned on today and wasn’t at her sharpest. The first time he pinned her down, she looked at him and said “Please, daal do na.”

 

[Please enter me.]

 

“Kutiya banna hai?” he looked her in the eyes.

 

[Want to be my bitch?]

 

“Wo to kal hi ban gayi thi,” she said “please chodo na. I am so hungry.”

 

[I became your bitch already yesterday. Please fuck me.]

 

He leaned down until his face was almost touching hers “Gaand maroonga, marwaegi?”

 

[I will fuck your ass. What do you say to that?]

 

Disha mewled “Baby, itna mota hai tumhar lund. Main mar jaoungi.”

 

[Your dick is so huge. It will kill me.]

 

Shekhar kept his face close to hers and looked in her beautiful, dark eyes “Disha, I don’t like to fuck a girl, I like to own her, completely. You are a gorgeous girl, but I am not one of your secret admirers. I am the guy who will own you like a whore. Now you are either completely my bitch or not my bitch at all. You can decide what you want to be. You don’t have to tell me now you can decide and let me know next time.”

 

As he started get off her, she put her arm around his neck and stopped him “I am your bitch, I am completely your bitch. Jaise chodoge chudoongi, meri gaand maaro, main marwaoungi. I won’t say no to anything you want to do to me, anything at all. Is that ok? You know you have complete power over me, you can make me do anything.”

 

[Fuck me as you want, fuck my ass, I won’t resist.]

 

He smiled and pressed his lips on her soft, pink lips. Disha parted her lips and took his tongue in her mouth. His saliva flowed down into her mouth and she moaned like this was exactly what she needed. While they were kissing hot and intimate, she reached down and pushed his shorts down over his ass. She reached in and took his thick, meaty beast in her hand. It was already getting hard. In her soft, warm hand it grew long and became rock hard. He moved his hips up, she guided his cockhead to her pussy.

 

Without breaking the kiss, Shekhar pushed his cock into her cunt. Disha grunted but managed to keep the kiss going as his swollen cockhead stretched her tight hole and popped in. Her little skirt was not keeping anything covered now. He simply started to move his hips up and down to fuck her. Disha opened her legs to give him better access in her body. He pushed in deeper. This time, Disha could not keep her mouth closed.

 

“Ah, mumma!” She screamed and her eyes watered when his cockhead pushed in deeper than her gspot, giving her the same helpless, vulnerable feeling again.

 

Shekhar put one knee on the mat and held her in his arms as he rose slowly. Disha clung to him with her arms around his neck, pressing her tits on his bare chest, keeping close so their centre of gravity was the same.

 

“Ow! Ow! Ow! God!” She yelped and screamed as her own weight brought her body down on his cock and he conquered more territory inside her. Her pussy hole was burning hot, her cunt was feeling like it was about to split into a million pieces from being stuffed so deep and she could not breathe.

 

Pulling her up in his arms, he pressed her back to the mirror and started drilling her against the mirror with long, deep strokes. Disha came with a loud scream as soon as his cockhead hit her cervix the first time. She was crying, her cheeks wet with her tears, and moaning uncontrollably while her pussy soaked his cock with her cum.

 

He chose that moment to pull out and turn her around. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her ass hole without any preamble.

 

“Mumma!” Disha cried out as the pain from his entry spread over her young, slender body. Her orgasm was masking most of the pain but still the pressure of having her tight, puckered ass hole stuffed with that massive shaft made Disha yelp like a bitch.

 

To her surprise the painful entry made her orgasm spike and she came even harder. He lifted her left leg and put her left knee on the wooden bar. Her pussy and ass both opened wider in that position and Disha felt hundred percent more vulnerable. She put her hands on the mirror for support and waited for him to destroy her completely.

 

He didn’t do it right Away. He kissed her neck and said “Relax your ass, whore. Take a deep breath.”

 

Disha complied and was pleasantly surprised when he rolled his hips. There was pain in his movements, but it felt so good at the same time. Disha pushed her ass back hungrily and then cried out in pain.

 

“Nice and easy, my whore.” He whispered and untied her tube top “Nice and easy.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” Disha panted.

 

“I said I will nail your ass,” He said fondling her big, heavy tits and kneading them slowly “I didn’t say I will damage you.”

 

“Mmmm thank you, Sir.” Disha could feel his movements raising her body temperature. She kept her legs open for him and surrendered her body to him to use as he wanted. And then she was moaning non-stop.

 

She didn’t know how he was doing it but his massive dick slowly moving deeper in her ass, his hand kneading her tits and his hot mouth on her neck, Disha was so incredibly turned on like she had never been in her life. Her pussy exploded without warning and she cried out again.

 

“Oh god! Main marwoungi,” She promised “aap jab meri gaand maaroge main marwaoungi. I am your bitch. You have every right. Kutiya ki tarah chodo mujhe, meri gaand maaro. I won’t say no to anything. Whatever you want to do to me. I won’t say no, ever. Please, please, keep me as your bitch. Completely your bitch. I will never question anything you say. Own me, control my life, I am yours. Completely yours, Sir.”

 

[I will always surrender my ass to you. Fuck me like a bitch, pound my ass.]

 

Already her orgasm was reaching its peak and Disha’s body wasn’t cooling down, it was getting hotter. Then she came again and wondered if she was crazy. She had never cum twice in a row like that. Not without some time in between and some hard fucking. But he knew her body better than herself. He knew how to break her and drive her crazy.

 

He grabbed her hair and pressed her almost naked body on the mirror. A hot chill went down Disha’s spine as her big, hot tits got crushed on the smooth glass. Shekhar speeded up his strokes and Disha could feel him sliding that long, hard meat pole into her anal canal. She was breathless and hot. He was banging her as he wanted. It was driving her crazy. He was pounding her into the glass so hard, she was worried it might shatter. Her cheek was pressed on the mirror and her tits were getting crushed as he pounded her like a beast.

 

“Who’s my bitch?” He said and slapped her ass hard.

 

“Ah!” Disha’s whole body felt that sting when his calloused hand landed on her tight, bare ass cheek “I am your bitch, Sir.”

 

“No!” He said in her ear “You are not worth it. You are a worthless fucktoy.”

 

“Please, please, Sir,” Disha was going insane the way her body was reacting to his hard, rough fucking and his degrading words were fucking with her mind “please, I want to be your fucktoy. Your personal bitch. Please, Sir.”

 

Her pussy exploded yet again. She had lost count of her orgasms now and just wanted him to keep fucking her until she died. She was willing to be sacrificed on his magnificent cock. She could feel his cockhead fucking right into her bowels now and Disha wanted nothing more than for him to rip her apart. The way he was drilling her ass it did seem like he wanted to break her into a million pieces and mould her around his massive shaft.

 

Shekhar pulled out of her ass and Disha followed the guidance of his hand as he made her kneel in front of her. He pumped his cock with his hand and Disha gasped as his hot cum landed on her face. He pumped again and soaked her chest and tits in his hot, sticky cum.

 

“Rub it in,” he told her “you won’t be taking a shower today.”

 

“God, baby, mmmm,” She moaned “I am so sweaty.”

 

“You are a dirty little whore, Disha.” He told her “Whose whore are you?”

 

She looked up in his eyes “Yours, Sir. I am your whore.”

 

“Good. Then you will do as you are told.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” She said and pouted “But you promised today you will cum in my protein shake.” She pointed to her bottle that she had put on the side.

 

He smiled and grabbed her hair. Pulling her head to his cock he said “Suck.”

 

Disha’s beautiful smile flashed before she took his cock in her mouth. She rubbed his cum into her skin as she sucked his cock. It didn’t take him long to get hard with Disha’s expert cocksucking. She sucked him harder until he signalled her to stop. She quickly grabbed her protein shake bottle and opened its lid. Then she pumped his dick with her hand and pointed his cockhead into the bottle. His hips jerked as his cock erupted. Disha moaned as she watched him pump his hot, creamy cum into her protein shake.

 

“Oh, god, this is so hot!” She closed the lid and sucked his cock clean.

 

“You are becoming such a cumslut.” He smiled.

 

“And whose fault is that?” She smiled at him.

 

He took her hand and pulled her up “Yours, for being so smoking hot. How can you expect me to spare such a hot fucktoy.”

 

“I don’t. I expect you to nail me everyday and keep me as your bitch.” Disha said.

 

Chapter 5 - Sonica’s Fate

Gulshan held the car door for Sonica. She entered and saw that there was one man already on the backseat. Gulshan closed the door after her. The guy in the car was dressed like a businessman, but he was fat and ugly. Sonica thought that even all the make up in the world could not help him.

 

While she was looking at him, he was checking her out. She was dressed in the skimpiest possible tube top and micromini skirt. Even though she was used to dressing glamorous, this was a bit too much.

 

The man didn’t like it either. He said “Get naked.”

 

Sonica didn’t want to but she had no choice. She started taking her clothes off. The car lurched and Sonica yelled “Ayushman, drive slow, I am getting naked here.”

 

Oh, it was her nephew by marriage, Ayushman Khurana, who was driving the car. She hadn’t noticed it before. God, this was humiliating. But her choices had been removed. She took her clothes off and threw them on the front seat. Then while the car was running, the ugly, fat businessman fucked Sonica in the backseat. His dick was small and Sonica could not feel it in her. He was blaming her for it.

 

“You are a street whore, your cunt is so loose.” The fatty said.

 

But he still managed to fuck her which was the most humiliating, degrading fuck of Sonica’s life. By the time he was done with her, the car stopped at the same crossing where she had got in. Fatty gave him a 100Rs. note and pushed her out, naked.

 

Sonica got up off the waterlogged road, when did it start raining? She went to where Gulshan Grover was standing under an umbrella. She gave him the 100Rs. note.

 

“Hmmm, one done, five hundred more to go, then your rent will be done.” Gulshan said.

 

“Five hundred more?” Sonica was ready to cry. She knew she would die before she would be able to pay the rent with her body.

 

A car stopped at the crossing. Gulshan said “Whore, new customer. Go.”

 

Sonica said “Please, no, I don’t want to be a street whore.”

 

“Want to be?” Gulshan laughed “That’s what you are, randi hai tu. Ja!”

 

[You are a whore. Go!]

 

He pushed her and she fell face first in a puddle of rain water.

 

Sonica woke up with a racing heart and a sense of doom.

 

“Fuck!” She cursed “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 

As she sat in bed with her face in her hands, an idea came into her head. She picked up her phone and made a call.

 

“Hello?”

 

Sonica said “Ayushman? This is Sonica.”

 

“Good morning, aunty.” Ayushman said.

 

Damn. Sonica winced. Then she got control on herself and said “Ayushman, you were telling me the other day some colleague of yours lives in my street?”

 

“Yes, our HR manager – Kajal Agarwal.”

 

“Can you please give me her number?”

 

“Sure. I will text you.”

 

“Thank you so much, Ayushman. See you later.”

 

Sonica let out a long breath.

 

Chapter 6 - Shekhar Has an Admirer

Shekhar was texting on his phone as he walked out of the gym. He almost got to this car before he noticed the woman standing next to it. He recognised the lady from the gym though she was dressed in different clothes now. She was wearing a sleeveless top and leggings.

 

When he got closer she smiled and said “Hi, I am Rani Mukherjee.”

 

He took her outstretched hand “Shekhar Mansingh.”

 

“You are in such a good shape.” Rani didn’t hide her admiration “I was watching you work out, it was really impressive.”

 

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.” Shekhar said “Nice to meet you. See you next time.”

 

As he started to turn away, Rani said “Erm...Shekhar? Would you like to....I mean, do you want to take my number? Or give me yours?”

 

He looked at her “What for?”

 

“Well, I thought we could be friends.”

 

“Sorry,” he shook his head “I am in India for a short time, and I do get quite busy with my work.”

 

“That’s ok. I am not looking for anything permanent.” Rani didn’t try to hide her true meaning “But I thought we could have some fun.”

 

He let his eyes move up and down on her body. Before he could say anything, Rani said “Don’t go by my current appearance, this is just my gym look. I clean up nice.”

 

“I am sure you are right, you are a hot woman, but I would rather keep my life simple at the moment.” Shekhar said “I might be wrong but you do seem to be married.”

 

“Yes, I am.” She looked back in his eyes unabashedly “Do you usually let that stop you from taking what you want?”

 

Shekhar smiled “Goodbye, Rani, have a nice day.”

 

He was opening his car door when she said “I wonder if she would lose her job.”

 

“Who?” He frowned as he turned.

 

“That girl, Disha. I wonder if the gym owner would fire her when she finds out that she’s fucking a gym member.”

 

Shekhar smiled “You are trying to blackmail me?”

 

Rani nodded without any remorse “Mhmmm. Is it working?”

 

He nodded “Give me your phone.”

 

She grinned and handed her phone to him. He put in his number and handed it back “Call me later in the week. We will sort something out.”

 

“Great. Thank you so much.” She smiled wide “Sorry about the....blackmail.”

 

“Mhmm.” Shekhar nodded and got in his car.