Angel Face: Tempt Me Not
Korben Hunter
Angel Face
Tempt Me Not
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2022
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – The Diwali Party
Chapter 2 – Rashmika Meets Vikas
Chapter 3 – The Legend of Vikas
Chapter 4 – Rashmika Dances for Real
Chapter 5 – Vikas Makes a Bold Move
Chapter 6 – Rashmika Confesses
Chapter 7 – Rashmika Runs into Vikas
Chapter 8 – Dressing Up Rashmika
Chapter 9 – Rashmika Lights Up the Party
Chapter 10 – Vikas has a Business Conference
Chapter 11 – Rashmika Has Deep Thoughts
Chapter 12 – Vikas and Aishwarya Talk
Chapter 13 – Rashmika Acts Impulsively
Chapter 14 – Rashmika is Sensible
Chapter 15 – Rashmika’s Plight
Chapter 16 – Ravi Appeals to Neha Pendse
Chapter 17 – Neha Pendse Meets with Vikas
Chapter 18 – Ravi Tries to Talk to Big Boss
Chapter 19 – Sonali Needs a Favour
Chapter 20 – Sonali Makes Her Choice
Chapter 21 – Vikas Lays Down the Law
Chapter 22 – Sonali Knows Her Place
Chapter 23 – The Call That Changed Everything
Chapter 24 – Neha is Ready for Action
Chapter 25 – Vikas Welcomes His Colleagues
Chapter 26 – Neha Pendse is Bold and Beautiful
Chapter 27 – Rashmika Bares Her Soul
Chapter 28 – Neha is Hot and Happening
Chapter 29 – Vikas with Family
Chapter 30 – Vikas Corners Parineeti
Chapter 31 – Vikas Dances with His Mother-in-law
Chapter 32 – Vikas Does Sonali
Chapter 33 – Ravi Notices Something
Chapter 34 – Vikas Takes Care of Shriya
Chapter 35 – Shriya is Impressed
Chapter 36 – Travel Arrangements
Chapter 37 – Rashmika is Crafty
Chapter 38 – Shriya Faces a Choice
Chapter 39 – Vikas Helps Sonali
Chapter 40 – Rashmika Gives a Gift
Chapter 41 –Rashmika is Unavailable
Chapter 42 – Rashmika Accepts the Inevitable
Chapter 43 – Kajal Has Changed
Chapter 44 –Rashmika Needs a Job
Chapter 45 – Shriya Makes an Offer
Chapter 46 – Rashmika Takes an Unexpected Trip
Chapter 47 – Rashmika is Not Bored
Chapter 48 – Rashmika Meets Kajal
Chapter 49 – Rashmika Joins the Holiday
Chapter 50 – Rashmika is Cooperative
Chapter 51 – Rashmika Dines with the Family
Chapter 52 – Kajal Makes Sleeping Arrangements
Chapter 53 – Rashmika in the Moonlight
Chapter 54 – Vikas Takes It All
Chapter 55 – Rashmika Comes to Say Goodnight
Chapter 56 – Rashmika Surrenders to Her Destiny
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Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Romeo is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the film industry he works in is a figment of imagination, and 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.
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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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Introduction
This was a very much fan-driven project as this book was not on the cards at all but was written because the fans demanded it. I have had a Rashmika character in many of my stories. The fans asked for a story focused solely, or mostly, on her. I am always willing to consider a request like this not just because it would make the fans happy but also because it allows me to play with a story from a different perspective. In a spin-off like this I also get to bring in and play with characters who were not there in the main timeline or who were slated to come into limelight much later.
After looking at the various series, I decided to do this in the Man of Power universe because the Rashmika character in that is well developed, has her future already plotted and would not be fully exploited in the main timeline for a while.
Before this, I have written three spin-off series from MOP timeline – the Tammy Story, the Samantha story and the Eesha Rebba story. The Rashmika story is different from them. They were quite clearly spin-off where the story was taking place in a different tangent with some main timeline characters making a small appearance.
This story is different. This is more like the mainstream story but told from a different perspective. It runs in parallel with the story from book 1 to book 7 but mostly focusing on the lives of Ravi and Rashmika.
My opinion is that this book is like ice cream not chapatti. The target is not to eat it quickly but take your time and enjoy every lick and every bite. That’s the reason I have spent my time writing the story in detail and not try to get quickly to the finish line. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have any hot steamy sex scenes. It does, plenty of them.
I really enjoyed writing this, and I am looking forward to continuing this story. The main Man of Power story will also carry on and will continue to have Rashmika in it.
Series Info
The plot is the same in this story - Rashmika is married to Ravi, they are financially struggling and need to get their own place but don't have money for it. I can't tell you how far the story gets in the first book, that would spoil it but I can say that it hasn't yet got to the point which it has reached in the main timeline. There are a lot of extra scenes, mostly with Rashmika and the progression is still along that same plot line. I changed some of the events in subtle ways and added scenes to make it more spicy and enjoyable.
If you have been paying attention to the Rashmika storyline in MOP you would remember from the last chapter in MOP2 that Rashmika met Vikas in a Diwali party in VisCom. Then she went to the VisCom New Year party as well. These events are only mentioned as she is talking to her husband. In this book, that's where the story starts. I have done some subtle changes to the story based on what we know about the characters now and also because when you change your POV you learn new things about a story that you thought you knew.
Because it's a part of that same main timeline, I have used some of the original scenes from MOP books. Some of these have been extended, some have been rewritten from a new POV and some are borrowed as they are to provide continuity to the story. I have spent some time on the characters that were in great demand in reader feedback.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 1 – The Diwali Party
Rashmika held on to Ravi’s arm as they got out of the lift “I am so nervous, Ravi.”
“It’s just an office party, Rashi,” Ravi said “We will hang out for a while then we can go home.”
“We won’t stay too long, right?” Rashmika asked.
“Just long enough so everyone can see what a gorgeous wife I have.” Ravi smiled “You look amazing, baby.”
“Aw, you are just saying that to make me feel better.” She pouted.
She was wrong. She was a stunningly beautiful girl with a sweet, angelic face and a slender figure that made men sigh when she passed by. She had big dark brown eyes, high cheekbones and luscious, plump lips that she had painted red today. She was wearing a chiffon saree in cream colour which was completely sheer except for some printed flowers on it in pink. Her silk blouse was small like a tube top with two noodle straps. There was no back to the blouse and her gorgeous, svelte body looked breathtakingly beautiful in that.
Inside the saree, she was not wearing a petticoat so that the saree could drape nicely around her legs when she walked. She was wearing a short nylon garment like a very short micromini skirt to hold the pleats of the saree but it did not cover her legs at all. When she walked, the saree moved around her toned thighs in a beautiful, eye-catching swish of material. She was wearing 6” high sharp heels that made her walk look even hotter and accentuated her tight, shapely ass.
Ravi never stopped her from wearing anything sexy, he rather encouraged her. He loved it when people admired his stunning wife. Many times people mistook her for a filmstar which tickled Ravi. He was not filmstar handsome himself but wasn’t bad looking and not insecure about her. She was out of his league and as his friends said he could never have gotten a wife that hot if it had not been an arranged marriage. Ravi enjoyed that. When they went to a club, he would always encourage her to wear something short and tight. He loved it when people stared at her. It turned him on and they always had hot sex after a clubbing night. In today’s Diwali party she had worn a saree to suit the occasion but even in that she looked like a beautiful angel, gorgeous enough to corrupted the ancient sages.
As they walked down the corridor, people looked at them but mostly they stared at Rashmika. She was used to it but it still gave her a pleasant tingle to be admired so openly by so many men. When they got to the party hall, which was a big hall in the company’s office itself, Ravi introduced Rashmika to his colleagues. He liked the way the guys looked at him after they met her.
“Do you know everybody here?” Rashmika said “You have only been working here for four months.”
“Yes, but everybody needs Accounts department, so I and my colleague are better known in the company than other people.”
“Hey, who is that hunk?” Rashmika said before she could stop herself.
“Where?” Ravi said.
“That man on the stage.” Rashmika pointed.
“He is the big boss, Vikas Malhotra. He is the CEO.” Ravi said “I will introduce you later.”
Vikas made a short speech from the stage and announced the Diwali bonus. There was a lot of applause during his speech and people laughed when he made a joke. He wished them Happy Diwali and got down.
“Wow, they seem to love him.” Rashmika said.
“As bosses go, he is the most loved boss I have seen.” Ravi said “Girls seem to go crazy for him.”
“I can see why.” Rashmika followed Vikas with her eyes.
“What do you mean?” Ravi looked at her.
“Nothing,” Rashmika stopped following Vikas with her eyes and looked at Ravi “he’s just good looking.” She brushed her hair behind her ear with her finger.
Chapter 2 – Rashmika Meets Vikas
“Hi Ravi, Happy Diwali!” Vikas came to them a little later.
Ravi shook hands with him “Happy Diwali, Sir. Please meet my wife Rashmika Mandanna.”
Vikas bowed to her “Nice to meet you, Rashmika. I am sure you know already but you are too hot for this rascal. You married beneath you.”
“I know, Sir.” Rashmika smiled “Not much I can do about it now.”
“Well, if you ever want to run away,” Vikas looked around and lowered his voice “we have a lot of really handsome boys in this company.”
“Oh, you won’t take me yourself?” Rashmika was smiling wider.
“No, no, I don’t get involved with married women.” He shook his head.
“Then, no, thanks.” Rashmika grinned “If you were offering yourself I might consider.”
“Hey!” Ravi said.
“Come on, babe, look at him,” Rashmika was laughing now “how can I say no to that?”
“Well, don’t say no,” Vikas said “say yes, would you like to dance with me?”
“I would love to.” Rashmika said.
The dance floor was not very big and it was crowded. When Vikas put his arm around her waist, Rashmika had no problem in coming close to him. The music was soft and slow. As they started moving together Vikas kept his grip gentle on her body.
She leaned in closer and whispered in his ear “Mr. Malhotra, I am married.”
He said “I know.”
“But I don’t have barbed wire all over my body.” She told him.
Vikas smiled and pulled her closer, letting his hand caress her smooth, bare back.
She said “Better. I would not have said yes if I did not want to dance with you myself.”
“That’s good.” He said “But one has to respect another man’s property.”
“I understand that you are a gentleman,” She said “but one can enjoy that property to a certain extent without being a bad guy.”
“Yes, it’s tricky to know and respect that limit.”
She touched her lips to his ear “I will let you know when you cross that limit, Sir.”
But she didn’t say anything when he caressed her soft back, his fingers moving up and down on her velvet skin, even touching the strap of her blouse. Instead, she put her arms around his neck and pressed closer. She had to suppress a moan when her tits pressed on his manly chest and her nipples felt like they had just touched a spark.
The song lasted for less than ten minutes, but Rashmika enjoyed every moment of that time. When Vikas let her out of his arms and escorted her back to her husband, Rashmika was soaking wet and her heart was beating fast. She talked to Ravi for a while and met more people but she was distracted. She could not help but steal glances around to see where Vikas was. She felt a little pang of jealousy when she saw him dance with another girl.
“Who is that girl?” She asked Ravi.
He looked around “Which girl?”
“That supermodel type girl dancing with your boss.” Rashmika said.
“Oh, that’s his personal secretary,” Ravi said “Parineeti Chopra, recently joined.”
“She’s too hot to be a secretary, isn’t it?” Rashmika said “She should be in the movies somewhere.”
“Yes, half the office is crazy about her,” Ravi said “but looks like she is not interested in anyone.”
“Hmm, I see.” Rashmika said with pursed lips. Ravi did not notice that look of animosity in Rashmika’s eyes as she watched Parineeti dance close with Vikas.
Chapter 3 – The Legend of Vikas
After they had food in the party, Rashmika left Ravi to chat with his Accounts colleagues and went to the toilet. She was in a stall when she heard two girls walk in.
“He is looking dashing tonight, isn’t he?” First girl said.
“Neetu, when does he not look dashing?” The second girl said “Even when he is just dressed for work he looks amazing.”
“You know what gets me, Chahat?” Neetu said “When he is in his office with his jacket off....it just makes me drool. ”
“Mmm, yes, that’s really hot. But I like it more when I can smell him.” Chahat said “When he comes to office direct from his squash game without a shower. God, I swear, Neetu...once I was in the lift with him when he was going to his floor....I can tell you my pussy was screaming to be pounded by the time I got to our floor. He could have pinned me to the wall and nailed me right there, I would not have resisted a bit.”
“What girl would resist him, stupid?” Neetu said “But he is the CEO and we are just travel desk clerks. We don’t have much chance of having him in us.”
Rashmika had already suspected that they were talking about Vikas, now she was sure. She had also noticed his manly musk. That was a big part of the reason why she was soaking wet after a dance with him.
“Ok, let him not bang me, but just take his shirt off and let me lick his sweaty body after a game.” Chahat said “I am sure I would cum within a minute.”
“I know how sexy he smells” Neetu said “but even that chance will go to his personal secretary, that new girl, Parineeti.”
“So, he’s banging her then?”
“He would, if he’s not already.” Neetu said “She is personal secretary, that’s as good as personal property.”
“Lucky bitch.” Chahat said “Neetu, I want him so much. I would have to find some way so that he would nail me.”
“What way?”
“I don’t know yet, but I will think of something.” Chahat said “I don’t want anything special, just that he should keep me as his fucktoy on the side and nail me from time to time.”
“Hah, fat chance, Chahat.” Neetu said “Every girl in this company wants the same thing, even the married ones are willing to spread their legs for him if he would just signal them.”
Rashmika nodded to herself in the stall when she heard that. The girls kept talking about Vikas as they went out. Rashmika sighed and adjusted her saree before coming out of the stall.
Chapter 4 – Rashmika Dances for Real
Vikas was talking to some colleagues when Rashmika tapped him on the shoulder.
“Oh, hi, Rashmika.” He turned.
“Do you think I could steal another dance with you tonight?” She gave him her sweet smile that had melted many hearts before.
“It would be my pleasure.” Vikas smiled.
He took her hand and she followed him to the dance floor. The floor was more crowded now. The lights had been dimmed and the DJ seemed to be playing mostly romantic and slow songs. Rashmika put her arms around Vikas’ neck and pressed close right from the beginning. She pressed her tits on his chest and moulded her curves to his manly frame. Vikas held her in his arms, his hands resting on her smooth, bare back.
She touched her cheek to his cheek and said “I am not made of glass, Sir. You can hold me properly, I won’t break.”
Vikas chucked and squeezed her a little more in his arms. She did not suppress her moan this time when her hot, firm tits got crushed on his strong, manly chest.
“One has to be careful with such a precious work of work that is completely... irreplaceable.” He said.
“Mmmm, irreplaceable! I like the sound of that.” She continued to grind against him as they swayed slowly “Actually, I like it a lot. I should get that tattooed on my body – irreplaceable.”
Vikas said “You know I am not joking, Rashmika. You are a gorgeous woman and every bit as beautiful as a work of art.”
“But work of art is also to be enjoyed, isn’t it, Vikas Sir?” She moved subtly and pressed her pussy mound on his crotch. He did not stop her and she was pleased to feel that he was hard. She moved slowly to rub her thigh on it and then felt it lodged between her thighs.
“Yes, but it must be done in a way that that owner of the art doesn’t mind.” Vikas’ fingers were moving expertly on her smooth skin and Rashmika was keeping her eyes closed to savour each and every sensation he was causing in her body.
“And I said I will let you know when you have crossed the limit.” She reached back, took his hand and moved it down to her butt “So, why don’t you just enjoy this irreplaceable piece while she is in your hands?”
“That’s how men get shot by jealous husbands and have to walk with a limp for the rest of their life.” Vikas laughed, but he kept his hand on her tight, shapely ass and kneaded her firm ass cheek slowly.
“Mmmmm, are you always this bold in rejecting a woman or am I getting a special favour?” She kept her face near his, her breath hot on his neck when she spoke.
“You are getting a special favour,” he squeezed her ass and Rashmika moaned as her pussy ground on his cock “because you are fire and one must be careful in playing with fire.”
She kissed his cheek “Play as much as you like, baby, this fire won’t burn you, I promise.”
He didn’t say anything and they continued to dance intimately close. Rashmika didn’t try to hold back. She knew she may not get to see him again any time soon and she wanted to get as much of him as possible. Her mind was intoxicated with him and she didn’t remember anybody but him. She loved his hands on her body. She liked how solid and manly he felt between her legs. Her breasts were crushed on his chest and Rashmika would have happily taken her little blouse off if he had only hinted. She wanted to feel his masculine body crushing hers, she wanted him to subdue her and possess her.
They danced for two songs this time and Rashmika was completely in a stupor when she came out of his arms. She knew her panties were so wet that they had wet her saree from the inside. Her tits were hard like rocks and her nipples were buzzing with electric charge. She moved to another corner to cool down before going back to her husband.
Chapter 5 – Vikas Makes a Bold Move
“Are you bored?” Ravi said “Should we go home?”
“No, I am having fun.” Rashmika said.
“Sorry, I have been busy chatting with my colleagues, I have been ignoring you.”
“Oh, no. No, no, you are fine.” Rashmika assured him “They are your colleagues, Ravi, and you have just joined a few months ago. Not even cleared your probation yet. This is your first office party. It’s a good opportunity to build connections.”
Ravi smiled “I am so lucky to have a great wife like you.”
“That you are, mister.” Rashmika giggled.
“Ma’am,” a staff member sidled up to Rashmika “Sir is calling you to his office.”
“Sir?” She looked at her.
“Vikas Sir, ma’am.”
“Oh. He is calling me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Rashmika looked at Ravi. He said “Better go see what he wants, Rashi. He seems to like you. Please keep him happy. I have a probation review coming up in two months.”
“I will go talk to him.” Rashmika said “Don’t worry.”
Vikas was sitting on his desk with his feet dangling when Rashmika entered. She felt like there was a spotlight on him and rest of the large office was in almost darkness. Maybe she could only see him.
“Hi, Angel Face!” He extended his arm and took her hand as she walked closer. He pulled her right between his legs and locked his ankles behind her knees.
“Sir....?” Rashmika looked at him. Her heart was beating fast.
“How is my beautiful work of art?” Vikas left her hand and caressed her cheek gently brushing her hair from her face.
“Good, Sir.” Rashmika looked in his eyes. She could feel a complete difference in his attitude here.
“You are a beautiful piece, Rashmika.” Vikas gently slipped her pallu from her shoulder.
Her full, firm breasts looked obscenely gorgeous in that skimpy, deep-neck blouse. Rashmika was feeling that her blouse had become deeper since their dance. Her tits were almost spilling out of the tiny garment.
“I....I am married, Sir.” She was reminding him but also herself. It felt so good to be there, practically in his control. She did not try to pick up her pallu.
“Well, I know that, Rashmika, but I am the CEO. And guess what?”
She swallowed “What?”
“As the big boss, I don’t have any limits.” He smiled. His hands were moving on her soft, shapely body much more liberally than before like he didn’t care that she was married.
His hands were roaming all over Rashmika’s svelte body and she was feeling quite naked with just the thin, tiny blouse covering her breasts. But then his hands on her bare back felt so good that she was biting her lip to keep from moaning. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep it from being apparent how turned on she was.
“Please Sir, my husband is right outside.” She reminded him.
Vikas smiled “And he works for me, darling.” He calmly reached behind her and unhooked her blouse. Rashmika gasped as she felt the tight blouse release her full breasts. Her nipples were aching.
“But Sir....” She said, without trying to stop his hands as he removed her blouse completely. She even lifted her arms so he could take it off over her head.
“He has a probation review in two months, doesn’t he?” Vikas dropped her blouse on his desk and looked at her gorgeous tits, standing proud like two mountain peaks.
Rashmika nodded. She suspected he had done his research after he found out what a hot wife Ravi had. The CEO could not know everybody’s details by heart like that.
“Yes, Sir.” She said, her chest heaving.
“At that time we can make him permanent,” he cupped her hot breasts and slowly moved his fingers around the firm, hot mounds, admiring them, enjoying them “or let him go.”
Rashmika put her hands on his thighs “Please make him permanent, don’t let him go.”
“That’s up to you now, Rashmika.” Vikas smiled and left her tits. She immediately wanted to take his hands and put them back on her tits but she controlled herself.
“You will use your power to fuck his wife?” She knew she was rubbing his thighs but she could not help herself.
“No, my darling,” Vikas cupped her cheek and ran his thumb along her lower lip “I will use my power to own his wife.”
Rashmika gasped but she could feel her body get burning hot. She kept herself from sucking his thumb between her lips. Her chest was heaving. He would be able to see that. He could not miss how hard and erect her nipples were.
“You won’t give me another choice, will you?” Rashmika looked at him.
“If you want him to be permanent,” he started unravelling her saree without letting her get out of his grip “then you will need to be permanent too, permanently my whore.”
Rashmika whimpered. She didn’t know why but that word had made her pussy tingle painfully hard.
“Whore? But I am a good girl, Sir.” She did not stop him as he took her saree off and threw it on a chair.
He grinned “Come on. You really don’t want me to believe that, do you?”
Oh, he had heard about her past? She reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning his shirt “There’s no way I am getting out of this office without becoming your whore, am I?”
“No chance at all.” Vikas said and removed her micromini garment.
Rashmika wiggled out of the micromini and pushed Vikas’ shirt off his shoulders “And you won’t just fuck me once, will you? You will call me whenever you want and jam that monster cock in my holes, won’t you?” She rubbed his cock that was outlined in his pants.
“You are catching on now.” Vikas said “I will own you and use you whenever I want. Aise maal ko ek baar chod ke kaun chhodta hai?”
[Who fucks a piece like this only once?]
She nodded and opened his pants “Stand, no?”
He stood up and she removed his pants and boxers. His cock seemed thicker than her elbow. She took it in her hands “I knew you had something special in here.”
“Think you can handle it?” He kneaded her ass cheeks, crushing them in his strong hands.
“You don’t care.” She told him “You will make me take it anyway. You will break me with it and make me your whore. You will rip me apart with this beast and I will be helpless under you.”
Vikas smiled “Now you are catching on.”
She nodded “Where should I bend over?” She pointed “On your desk, or you want to fuck me on that sofa?”
The sofa hadn’t been there before, but when she pointed to it, it was there.
He took her hand and made her face his desk “Right here, first, baby. I will fuck you on my desk first, then I will nail your ass on the sofa.”
She nodded as she placed her hands on the glass desktop “You are the boss. It’s your right to fuck me as you want.”
Vikas held her hips and pulled her back from the desk, making her bend lower. Rashmika opened her legs wide. She arched her back and pushed her ass up. She was young and beautiful, her slender body sculpted perfectly like an artist’s rendering of a perfect beauty. Vikas could not suppress a moan as she bent over submissively and pushed her ass up.
Rashmika smiled hearing his moan. She wiggled her ass “Your whore is ready, Sir.”
Gripping her hips tightly, Vikas pushed his cock into her tight pussy. Rashmika used to do Kagel exercises to keep her pussy healthy. She had found them in a magazine. It made her pussy healthy, supple and tight. Even with a hard push, Vikas could only jam his cockhead in her tight hole.
“Ah, mumma!” Rashmika cried out as his bulbous cockhead stretched her tight pussy painfully wide and lodged inside her tight hole. The pain that started from her cunt like a ripple spread over her whole body like a flood. Rashmika could feel the tingling from it. It was so delicious that she wanted more of it. She wanted it harder.
“Yes, hurt me, baby!” She invited “Fuck your whore, baby. You are the boss. Use your whore, my love. I am here for your cock. You can tell him to rip me apart. I am not made of glass, you know.”
He caressed her smooth back then bent over her and kissed her neck “But my desk is made of glass. What if it breaks?”
“It won’t.” She shook her head “Trust me, you can use me like a whore on this and it won’t break.”
Vikas pushed deeper into her cunt and Rashmika screamed even louder this time. His thick cock felt like a pillar in her tight cunt. He gripped her shoulders and started drilling her tight, wet cunt in and out, deeper and harder with each thrust. Rashmika yelped with his thrusts but pushed back hungrily. Her cunt was getting a hard punishment but it wanted more. Rashmika’s body was heating up under his expert use.
Rashmika could clearly see her future in vivid visuals. He would call her tomorrow and she would come here again. Then he would fuck her on his chair. Then on his sofa. In the days to come he would fuck her in every single part of this office. She would become his whore, his permanent whore. She could see Ravi driving her to the office and telling her to be a good whore for the boss.
“Ah, god!” Rashmika screamed as her pussy erupted. Those visuals were too strong and erotic. Her pussy soaked his cock in her cum as he continued to drill her long and hard.
She gripped the desk harder and begged him “Fuck me hard. Use me like a whore. I am your whore, baby. You are the boss. I am just your bitch. Fuck me, na. Fuck me with your powerful monster. Ah, yes! Like that.”
“Rashi!”
“Oh, fuck!” Rashmika looked back and saw Ravi standing outside the office. He could see her taking the boss’ cock through the glass door.
But Rashmika could not stop. She could see her husband’s face, but the hard, throbbing cock in her cunt was keeping her going. Ravi started to knock on the door as he called her name.
“Rashi! Rashi!”
His knocks had a musical quality to them. In fact they were music. Rashmika did not want to stop, she was enjoying the way Vikas’ cock throbbed in her pussy. She ignored Ravi by closing her eyes tight and kept pushing back. Vikas’ cock reached deeper in her pussy and Rashmika gasped. This was heaven. She clawed the desk and held on as Vikas drilled her hard.
She didn’t know how but Ravi came into the office and she could hear the music again. He had his phone in his hand and it was ringing. She wanted to scream at him to pick it up.
Before she could scream, Ravi said “How many times are you going to hit snooze today?”
Rashmika looked at him puzzled “Wha?”
“I said how many times are you going to hit snooze today?”
Suddenly, Rashmika was wide awake. She opened her eyes. Ravi was standing by her bed.
“Hey sleepyhead!” He smiled “This is the fourth time you have hit snooze. How much did you drink last night?”
Rashmika pouted “Not much.”
“Yeah, right.” Ravi went to cupboard “Do you still want to meet your friend? She has called twice already and there are messages on your phone.”
“I will.”
“Well, I am going to the office.” Ravi said “You can come with me halfway if you want.”
“No, it’s ok. You go, I will tell her I will be late.”
“Ok.”
When Ravi left the room, Rashmika reached under the covered and checked between her legs. She was soaking wet to the point that her nightie was wet as well. She sighed.
Chapter 6 – Rashmika Confesses
“He is a good looking guy, no?” Aishwarya Rajesh waited while the waitress put coffees in front of them “So, it’s normal that you had a sexy dream about him.”
“Not just a sexy dream, Raji,” Rashmika leaned in “but a superhot dream. I was wet when I woke up.”
“Of course you would be wet from a sexy dream, isn’t that the point?”
“But my first thought when I woke up was that he was about to fuck my ass,” Rashmika said “I was looking forward to it.”
“Well, didn’t you tell me that your husband doesn’t like fucking your ass too much?” Aishwarya said “You probably just miss it.”
“Yes, Ravi is sweet, and he is good in sex, but he doesn’t like to dominate me and use me like well...you know.”
“That’s probably it,” Aishwarya said “you are missing being used hard that way which you used to get before marriage. I myself love a strong man to take charge and fuck me like I am a whore he has picked up from the street corner. Last weekend I went home with a guy, he stuffed my panties in my mouth and fucked me so hard, god, it was wonderful.”
“Hey, we are talking about me!” Rashmika glared at her friend “I have a problem here.”
“What? You met your husband’s boss, he’s a handsome guy –“
“Very handsome.”
“Ok, very handsome guy, and you dreamt that he fucked you. What’s the problem?”
“Raji, you are not getting it. Even after waking up, I wanted him. I felt like....like...I wish he would make me submit for the sake of Ravi’s job.”
“That was just a hangover from the dream, Rashi. Don’t think about it.”
“Yeah? Then why is my pussy tingling right now when I am just talking about it?”
“Wow, really?” Aishwarya looked at her friend.
“Really.” Rashmika nodded.
“So what, you want to have an affair with him?”
“He doesn’t fuck married women.” Rashmika said.
“You already asked him?” Aishwarya’s eyes opened wide.
“No, he just mentioned it when we were....well, maybe I just...” Rashmika raised one shoulder “I just flirted with him a little bit.”
“But if he was into married women, you would fuck him?”
“I don’t know.” Rashmika shrugged “He was very nice.”
“Have you ever had an affair after marriage?”
“No! I have not even been tempted.” Rashmika said “All of Ravi’s friends have propositioned me in one way or another.”
“Yeah, if you want me to be surprised, don’t wait.” Aishwarya said “I know what a gorgeous babe you are, men fall out of trees at the sight of your angel face. Only I know what a slut you really are.”
“What slut, re?” Rashmika demanded “All that is behind me. Four years of marriage, never stepped out of line, not even touched or kissed a man. Only last night....”
“Last night?” Aishwarya prompted.
“Raji, he smells so delicious. I wanted to lick his neck.” Rashmika bit her lower lip.
“That’s his attraction, he smells nice?” Aishwarya said “He is a CEO, he buys expensive colognes I am sure.”
“He does but it’s not that Raji,” Rashmika said “it’s his smell, his manly body, oh my god, Raji, it will make your pussy burn with desire if you just smelled his neck.”
“Ok, so introduce me. I am single, I can fuck him.”
“I will throw this coffee in your face!” Rashmika glared “I am telling you I have the hots for my husband’s boss and you are making jokes.”
“What jokes, re? You told me he looks hot, he smells sexy, he is high-class and rich.” Aishwarya said “I have fucked guys for much less. I would let him put me on a leash and fuck my ass.”
“Mmmm, don’t put thoughts in my mind.” Rashmika whimpered “I already can’t stop thinking about that scene in his office, the way he took me in hand, the way he stripped me confidently, but slowly, and claimed me as his whore. Raji, I surrendered so easily like I was dying to become his whore.”
“That was just a dream, baby.” Aishwarya said “That wasn’t really you.”
“Oh yes? Then why do I keep wishing that I would have to save Ravi’s job and Vikas Malhotra will own me as his whore?”
“God, you have it bad, Rashi.”
Rashmika pouted and nodded.
“What will you do?”
“I don’t know, Raji.” Rashmika sighed “I just don’t know. But I tell you, if there’s a call from his office to come and see him.....”
Chapter 7 – Rashmika Runs into Vikas
Nothing happened like Rashmika had expected. Ravi kept working and passed his probation on his own. They went to a movie to celebrate. Twice Rashmika found an excuse to go and have lunch with Ravi in his office. Unfortunately, she did not get a glimpse of Vikas both times.
Around Christmas time she was doing some shopping with Aishwarya in the Lower Parel area and they decided to go to the VisCom office to meet Ravi. It was close to office closing time and they were planning to go home with Ravi. When they got to the office, they found that Ravi was not in the office. Rashmika called him. He was at a client-site for a meeting and was planning to go home directly from there. They were just leaving when they ran into Vikas in the office lobby. He offered to give them a lift which Rashmika accepted quickly.
She sat in the front passenger seat while Aishwarya sat on the seat behind Vikas’ seat. Rashmika was nervous and squirming in her seat, but not able to talk. Aishwarya gestured her to talk. Vikas was busy navigating the traffic so he hadn’t started the conversation yet himself as well.
“Ummm....so....have you been dancing much, Sir?” Rashmika said. She looked back helplessly towards Aishwarya at her lame attempt. Aishwarya assured her with gestures that she was doing fine.
“No, darling, not at all.” Vikas looked at her and smiled “My last good dance was with you, I think, at the party.”
“Oh. Yes, it was nice.” Rashmika said “I enjoyed it.”
“Me, too. I hope you are coming to the New Year’s Eve party?” He said “Has Ravi told you?”
“Yes, Sir. But I am not sure.”
“Of course, you are sure, you have to come.” He said forcefully “Aishwarya, you need to come as well.”
“I am sorry, Sir,” Aishwarya said “I have to go to my office’s party, but Rashi will come for sure.”
“Well, alright.” Vikas nodded “Rashmika, this is a western holiday, so a western dress this time? Not that you don’t look dynamite in a saree,” He looked her at in her saree and deep back sleeveless blouse “but I am sure you can rock a western dress as well, maybe a backless number? I quite like them.”
Rashmika chuckled “I am a middle-class housewife, Sir, my closet is not filled with sexy backless dresses. I will have to see what I have.”
Vikas said “No woman ever said that she had enough dresses to wear. But that’s easy to fix.”
The big car could not go in the small streets where Rashmika lived so they got down outside on the main road. Aishwarya got down with Rashmika.
“He is totally into you.” She said as they walked toward Rashmika’s house.
“You think so?”
“I am not blind, baby,” Aishwarya said “I saw how he looked at you. I think if you were not married he would have you in his possession in a minute.”
“Possession? Why do you say it like that?”
“Rashi, he is not your normal boyfriend type man. He is a take-charge, dominant, masterful man.” Aishwarya said “I know because I adore them. You know I am single, if he wanted me, I would lie down for him in an instant, but he only had eyes for you. Also, I think you would die of heartbreak if I banged him while you can’t.”
“I would kill you first,” Rashmika said “slowly, over a slow fire.”
“Don’t worry, I am keeping my hands off. He is out of my league.”
“You are a hot girl.” Rashmika said.
“So you want me to go for him?”
“No!” Rashmika almost screamed.
Aishwarya laughed “What will you wear to his party?”
“Should I go?”
“Hell, yeah!”
“But, it would be so hard to see him and....”
“Sweetheart, if you can’t eat the cake, it doesn’t mean you can’t lick the cream off the top.” Aishwarya gave her sage advice.
“Hmmm, you think so?”
“I do, and while we are talking about cream,” Aishwarya said “oral is not even considered sex. So, if you want to suck his dick in his office, nobody will blame you.”
“Shut up! You are such a slut!”
Chapter 8 – Dressing Up Rashmika
The next afternoon Rashmika was doing housework when a package arrived by special messenger. She opened it and found that it was a party dress. It was from a brand that she could not hope to buy even if Ravi’s salary was suddenly doubled. She tried it on.
It was a super hot dress in a halter design. The body of the dress was in two colours – light pink over her chest and yellow on her hips. The halter straps were noodle thin and went from almost under her armpits to behind her neck where she tied them. The cleavage was deep. The dress pushed her tits up in a sexy, fleshy display. It was thin and tight, fitting her body so tightly that the fabric wrinkled around her soft, supple body.
There was no back to the dress. Other than the thin straps tying behind her neck her whole back was bare. On her hips the tight dress hugged her buttocks and squeezed them together. It just barely covered her ass crack. The dress ended a few inches below her ass. Her long, shapely legs were fully bare and looked insanely sexy in that super short dress.
She looked in the mirror and found that her panties were making ugly lines in the dress. She looked in the box to see if there were smaller panties with it. There was a little thong in the box but it was cut up in four pieces. Rashmika got the message. She took off her panties. There was no bra possible in the skintight dress to begin with.
Rashmika could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she looked in the mirror built in the closet door. Before marriage, she used to go out wearing even hotter dresses than this. Even now she wore many sexy, revealing dresses when going to a club with Ravi, but nothing this revealing. She had no doubt who had sent the dress. The thought of wearing this and meeting him in the party was making Rashmika breathlessly hot.
While looking for the panties, she had noticed a small envelope in the box. She opened it now. It had a note with a simple message - “The real adornment of beauty is not gold and diamonds but a dazzling smile, twinkling eyes and a beautiful dress. Since you already have the first two, allow me to present you with the third one. –VM.”
Even though Rashmika knew the dress was from Vikas reading the note made her body tingle all over. She looked in her closet and picked out her black heels that had a 7” high pointed heel and 1” platform.
“If you see this in front of you, would you still say I don’t fuck married women, Mr. Malhotra?” She said and smiled the sexy smile of a woman who knows she looks hot enough to corrupt a saint.
She had not yet taken the dress off when Ravi arrived from work.
“Wow! Rashi, that dress looks smoking hot.” He said “Looks expensive too.”
“Yes, it’s a gift from my aunty,” Rashmika said without thinking “I was talking to her about the new year’s party in your office and I mentioned that I didn’t have any nice dresses. So she sent me this.”
“That’s nice.” Ravi said “Actually, you look so hot, do you want to go into the bedroom and....”
“Ravi, no! This is for the party.” She told him. She wondered later why she protested. It’s not like Vikas Malhotra had put some claim on her by giving her this expensive dress. Or maybe he had? She just didn’t want to have sex with her husband wearing Vikas’ dress.
Chapter 9 – Rashmika Lights Up the Party
Rashmika’s eyes were looking for Vikas from the moment she entered the party hall. This party was in a five-star hotel in the city and everything was bigger and fancier. The hall was four times the hall at VisCom but it was still almost overflowing with people. She found Vikas in a circle of people and pointed him out to Ravi. It seemed that Vikas held court wherever he stood. Ravi walked up to him and said hello. Rashmika stepped back and assumed a pose so he could check her out properly in that dress.
“Sir, you remember my wife Rashmika?” Ravi said after shaking hands with Vikas.
Vikas turned his back to the circle and let his eyes roam over Rashmika’s stunning body in that beautiful, daring dress. She had done her make-up carefully and tied her hair in a bun with long pins in it so her back was fully bare. She was standing with her chest pushed up subtly to accentuate the deep, milky white cleavage. She had one knee slightly bent. The high heels were highlighting her beautiful, shapely, bare legs.
“Can anyone forget Rashmika?” Vikas stepped forward and took her hand. He looked in her eyes as he kissed the back of her hand. Rashmika was breathless and speechless.
“Beautiful dress, you look radiant and resplendent.” He held her gaze.
“Thank you very much.” Rashmika smiled “Can I ask for a dance, or are you very busy?”
“A lady can always ask for a dance and it would be my pleasure.” He kept her hand in his as he looked at her husband “Ravi, do you mind?”
“Not at all, Sir.” Ravi said quickly “She loves to dance, but I am not much of a dancer.”
In this hotel the dance floor was all of a small room that connected with the main party hall with a small door. Vikas put his arm around her waist as he guided her through the crowd of people to the small room. The dance room was even more crowded. They waded in and found a spot that had space for one thin person to stand.
The music that was playing was not slow but Rashmika ignored that as she put her arms around Vikas’ neck and pressed close. She touched her cheek to his and took a deep breath. Yes, his smell had the same mind-boggling effect on her.
Vikas held her in his arms and let his hands caress her smooth, bare back. He said in her ear “The DJ is not playing a slow song.”
Rashmika kept her arms around his neck and rubbed slowly just below his hairline with her warm hand “I came here to dance with you, not the DJ.”
“I am glad you came.” He said, letting his fingers glide slowly up along her bare spine.
She pressed closer, crushing her soft tits on his chest through that thin dress “I had to. I could not waste such a gorgeous dress. How did you know my size? I am sure you didn’t ask Ravi. I think he doesn’t even know.”
He squeezed her in his arms “I had held you in my arms, darling. If I didn’t even know your size after that then I am not a real man.”
“Oh, you are a real man alright.” Rashmika chuckled “Thank you for the dress, by the way.”
“Thank you for wearing it.” He said “You bring it to its full glory.”
“How did you know I like slutty dresses?” She was keeping her face next to his and his breath playing on her neck was having an intoxicating effect on her.
“I just knew I wanted to see you in a bold, daring dress.” He said and let his lips touch her ear.
“Now you can see it and feel it as much as you like.” She said.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes, and as you requested,” she whispered “no panties.”
“Maybe I should check that.” His hands were rubbing her back, his fingers playing on her lower back.
“Check as much as you want.” She pulled back and looked in eyes “We still have a deal.”
“What deal?”
“That I will tell you,” Rashmika took his hand and pushed it down to her butt “when you have crossed the limit.”
He squeezed her ass and pressed her closer. Rashmika moaned softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself on her tiptoes to kiss his neck. The dance continued close and intimate like that. Rashmika left herself in his arms and didn’t think about anything else including her husband. Being in his strong arms gave her a sense of peace and excitement combined. She loved that feeling. It was like being drunk without drinking. She didn’t even realise when she started grinding her pussy on his crotch, but it just felt so good and natural. She took a chance to kiss his neck again a couple of times, and when he didn’t stop her she licked lightly just below his jaw line. The taste of his salty skin and the smell of his manly body made Rashmika let out a long whimper. Her pussy was burning hot and the fact that she was not wearing panties was making her feel vulnerable but at the same time, extremely excited.
Rashmika could feel his cock hard and thick between her legs. Somehow she was feeling very comfortable with his body being so close to hers. She was sure she would not be able to object if he decided to take advantage of her short dress and lack of panties.
When the third song finished with them carrying on that hot, intimate dance, Vikas loosened his grip on her and looked at her “We should stop before I forget that you are married and belong to one of my staff.”
“Sometimes, some things are better forgotten.” She bit her lip.
“Not this thing and not at this time.” He chuckled.
He was escorting her off the floor when they ran into a beautiful woman that Rashmika recognised. Vikas still performed the introductions.
“Rashmika, meet my business partner, Aishwarya Rai,” he said “Aish, this is Rashmika Mandanna.”
“Nice to meet you, Rashmika.”
“My best friend is also called Aishwarya.” Rashmika blurted out then blushed “I am so sorry, like there is any similarity. You are a Miss World.”
“So what?” Aishwarya took Rashmika’s hands “Think of me also as your friend only.”
“Thank you.” Rashmika smiled.
“Do you mind if I borrow your boss for a dance?” Aishwarya said.
“Sure, but he’s not my boss.” She corrected “He is my husband’s boss.”
“You belong to your husband, and” Aishwarya said “he belongs to VisCom, so don’t you belong to the boss as well, no?”
Rashmika’s cheeks turned pink “Have a nice dance.” She quickly walked away.
But she didn’t go far. She stopped and turned to look. Aishwarya was wearing an extremely short white tank dress that had no back. The dress hugged her shapely ass tightly and bared two inches of her ass crack. It stopped just an inch below her ass. Rashmika could see along with the rest of the world that she could not wear panties in that dress. The thin cotton dress was stretched tight against her feminine curves and she looked ridiculously hot. Her shoes were 8” high stilettos with 4” platforms. They made her legs look even longer and pushed her ass up in an insanely hot style.
As Rashmika watched, she came into Vikas’ arms. Rashmika could not see his hands but the way they were moving she was willing to swear that Vikas was kneading her ass as they pretended to dance. Rashmika felt a kind of jealousy she had never felt about Ravi. She was still watching when Aishwarya lifted her head and Vikas pressed his lips on hers. She wanted to go there, pull her away and suck Vikas’ lips herself.
Some dancers who were in the way parted and for a split-second Rashmika got a clear view of Aishwarya opening her legs and dropping her hand down to Vikas’ crotch. Rashmika let out a sigh and turned away. She had already guessed that Aishwarya was Vikas’ personal property. She didn’t need to watch him fuck her on the dance floor. She did feel it unfair though. She knew from the media that Aishwarya was married and lived in US. Here was Rashmika who was married but lived so close that he could have fucked her everyday, and yet, he had rejected her. She sighed again.
When she found Ravi, he asked her why she was sad. She told him she wasn’t but she could not shake the feeling of gloom. There was food and drinks. Ravi liked drinking socially, sometimes a little too much, but Rashmika never stopped him. She didn’t want to be a nagging wife and he didn’t do it often enough that it would be a real problem. The clock was showing ten minutes to midnight and Rashmika could see people getting together with their partners or just someone they fancied, getting ready for that midnight kiss when the clock would announce the arrival of the new year. Rashmika looked towards Ravi. He was talking to his Accounts colleagues with a beer in his hand. She went to the bathroom to avoid the moment.
In the bathroom she freshened her lipstick and looked at herself. She looked dynamite in that dress. She sighed. What was the point? She could look like Cleopatra herself but he would not do anything about it because she was married. She closed her purse and left the bathroom. She was walking toward the turn that would bring her to the party hall. She could hear people shouting the countdown. She lifted her hand to look at her watch. It was still thirty seconds to new year. Someone grabbed her wrist from behind. She turned. It was Vikas.
“Oh!” Was all that she could say.
“FIFTEEN, FOURTEEN, THIRTEEN....” the chant continued.
He pulled her to him, pushed her against the wall and pinned her back to it by standing close to her. He leaned down, his face close to hers and looked into her eyes.
“Ten seconds to new year.” He said and lifted his chin up.
“NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN....”
She put her arms around his neck and smiled. Turning her face up, she nodded.
“FIVE, FOUR, THREE....”
He pressed his lips on hers and Rashmika pressed back eagerly. His kiss was slow but firm. Rashmika opened her lips as soon as she felt the tip of his tongue lick between them. His tongue invaded her mouth and Rashmika felt her body temperature shoot up ten degrees in one second. She tightened her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His chest crushed her hot, firm tits in that thin dress and she tilted her head so his tongue fuck her mouth deeper.
“Mmmm,” She moaned when she felt his hand on her breast. He kneaded it slowly and she pushed her chest up to fill his hand with her soft, fleshy breast.
Vikas pressed closer and crushed her soft, slender body to the wall. Rashmika’s hips moved on their own, and she ground her pussy on his hard rod that she could feel so clearly outlined in his pants. His saliva was flowing into her mouth and she was drinking it like it was quenching the thirst of her soul. She knew she was extremely wet and the itch she was feeling deep in her pussy could only be satisfied with one thing. The thoughts that were going through her head were all dirty, all explicit and she didn’t have the power to stop any of them.
They had to break the kiss as they both got completely out of breath. Great, Rashmika, thought, I just spent the first minutes of the new year with another man’s tongue in my mouth. But then why did it feel so good, like I was meant to be here, like he was meant to pin me down, like he has every right to crush me right here and claim me as his prize?
“Happy New Year, gorgeous!” Vikas smiled.
She looked at his hand as he pulled it off her breast “Can’t you keep wishing me a few more minutes?”
“I don’t think so. I am afraid I already crossed my limit that one time.”
“Aren’t I supposed to decide that?” She looked at him and raised her eyebrows “That ladies toilet is completely deserted right now.”
He laughed and leaned in to kiss her neck “You have no idea how extremely tempting you are, darling, but I can’t take a chance with your marriage just because my heart says I should bend you over this wall and drill you hard until you can’t walk.”
“You are supposed to listen to your heart.” She cupped his cheek and caressed his face slowly.
“Not when it’s being an asshole.” He grinned.
“I have never met anyone with a willpower like yours,” She said “you make me feel wanted and rejected at the same time.”
He shook his head “Not rejected, sweetheart. Let’s just say if any girl is worth breaking this principle, it would be you. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I did want to wish you happy new year, though.”
She cupped his cheek “I am glad you did. I am so glad you did.”
Chapter 10 – Vikas has a Business Conference
“That was a beautiful piece of ass, Vikas.” Aishwarya said “That Rashmika girl.”
“Mhmm. Stunning!” Vikas agreed.
Aishwarya leaned over across the backseat and put her hand on his thigh “I could help you break her, baby. I am here for another week. I promise you she will be under you before that. By the time I go back to US, she will be on your leash.”
Vikas smiled and cupped her cheek “Thank you, darling, but you don’t need to. I can acquire her if I want to. She is married so I am keeping my hands off of her.”
“Now come on, Vikas, not that again.” Aishwarya cuddled up with him while the driver drove through the night traffic of Bombay “I am also married, but you nail me regularly. Jab bhi India aati hoon, tum poora time ragadte ho mujhe. Meri gaand maar maar ke laal kar dete ho. Jab waapis jaati hoon to meri choot, meri gaand, mere boobs, har cheez dukh rahi hoti hai.”
[Whenever I come to India, you pound me the whole time. You fuck my ass raw. When I go back my pussy, my ass, my tits, everything is sore.]
“Because you are my bitch, Aishwarya.” He rubbed her bare back in her backless dress.
“So, she could be your bitch too, na, baby.”
“I told you she is married.”
“And I am not?”
“Baby, I claimed you long time before your marriage and never stopped fucking you,” Vikas kissed her neck softly “your husband also knows that you are my possession.”
“Vikas, I don’t think Rashmika’s husband could protest either.” Aishwarya pressed on “You can easily acquire her. Remember I also had a boyfriend when we met. At that time, you nailed me in the first meeting itself. You made me your whore right after that and he didn’t know anything. It was only after he proposed to me that we told him that I will belong to you after marriage. If he had not agreed I would not have married him.”
“Exactly. It was a different case, darling.”
“How so, Vikas? I am telling you, Rashmika bhi degi aasaani se. Then she herself can bring her husband in your control. And what’s to bring in control, the guy works in your company already, baby.”
[Rashmika will spread easily.]
“Look, Aish, she is a stunning beauty, like incomparable, irreplaceable, and I admit I am tempted like crazy to simply take her in my possession. But I don’t do that anymore.”
“That’s what I am saying, why not?” Aishwarya insisted.
Just then the car turned into Vikas’ building complex and Vikas told the driver to take the car home after dropping them.
“And don’t bother tomorrow. I am not going anywhere early.” Vikas said “Just message me when you are up and I will tell you if I need the car.”
“I will be up early as everyday, Sir.” The driver said “I will bring the car here at 8 am and wait for you. You can take your time.”
Vikas laughed “Alright, Jimmy, you win. I will talk to you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Sir.
Aishwarya waited until they were in the lift. Then she pressed her body on his and pinned him to the back wall of the lift “Remember Vikas, New Year’s Eve parties in college? Girls used to line up for the privilege of having your dick in them first thing after new year’s chime. Was it the first minute, they used to count?”
“Yes.”
“In final year, you made some sort of record, didn’t you?” Aishwarya grinned “Twenty pussies in the first minute of the new year?”
“Not twenty, don’t be stupid.” Vikas squeezed her against him “Only twelve.”
“Only twelve.” Aishwarya repeated “Twelve gorgeous girls, including myself, lined up, bent over in a circle, ready to take your cock in their pussy, just like that. And you speared one then pulled out and jammed it in another. Twelve willing pussies. Did you know how many of them were married and how many had boyfriends?”
“Uh huh, never cared.” Vikas shook his head.
They got out of the lift and Aishwarya continued as they walked to his flat “And now I see all these hot babes in your company, ready to be the big boss’ whore but you don’t bang any of them, not even your secretary.”
“Well, times change.”
“You remember when you first planned to open your ad agency you used to say you will have a harem of one hundred hottest models?” Aishwarya said.
“I was young and stupid.”
“Then I joined in with you and said I will be your partner but I need to be your top bitch.”
“You are my top bitch.” Vikas stopped and unlocked his flat.
“I am your only bitch now, Vikas. That’s not good.” Aishwarya said “Babe, not just for you, but for those girls. I know what they are missing by not being your whores.”
“Nothing much.”
“Don’t be so damn humble, Vikas.” Aishwarya started unbuttoning Vikas’ shirt “There was a reason you had a stable of the hottest girls in college. Kahan loge? Pehle dress mein chodoge na?”
[Where will you fuck me? Going to nail me in this dress first, right?]
Vikas pushed his boxers down “Haan. Sofe pe ghodi ban ja.”
[Yes, bend over the sofa.]
Aishwarya put her hands on the back of the sofa and bent over the seat. Her dress was extremely short, it rode up and bared her holes.
She spread her legs and said “Your whore is ready, Master.”
Vikas got behind her, grabbed her hips and pushed his cock several inches deep into her tight cunt in one thrust.
“Ah, mumma!” Aishwarya screamed and blinked to clear her tears “Am I talking too much, baby? You will punish me now? To karo na. Tumhari kutiya hoon. Kutiya ki tarah chodo. Phaad do meri choot. Tum hi to iske maalik ho na, baby.”
[Then do it. I am your bitch. Fuck me like a bitch. Rip my pussy apart. You are its owner, no?]
Her words turned into moans as he moved his hips and his thick cock started drilling her pussy. He was fitting very tightly inside her and Aishwarya could feel the pulse of her own heart in her pussy as his cock was keeping her stretched like a latex glove. She had no count of how many times he had fucked her but each time she took his cock in her, he could make her breathlessly hot in seconds.
“Spread, whore!” his hand landed on her bare ass with a stinging lap and Aishwarya whimpered. He had just started fucking her and already her pussy was pulsing uncontrollably. She knew he would pound her for long and that anticipation itself was making her insanely hot right from the beginning.
“Ah, easy, baby!” She blurted out as he jammed his cock deeper into her cunt and then regretted it immediately.
“Easy, why easy, cunt?” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up “Why should I go easy on you, whore?”
“Mumma!” Aishwarya came with a loud scream. When he was rough, she found it unbelievably hot. Her pussy gushed out with juices and he fucked her ruthlessly deep and hard.
“What are you, Aish?” He jerked her hair.
“I am a fuckmeat, Sir.” Aishwarya knew he would not give her any choice except complete surrender now.
“And what is fuckmeat for?” He lifted his hand and slapped her breasts. Aishwarya yelped as she felt the sting through the thin dress.
“For use and abuse, Sir.” Aishwarya’s orgasm hadn’t even fully subsided and her pussy was getting hot again.
“Then why should I take it easy on you, cunt?” He slapped her other breasts and a bolt of lightning went from Aishwarya’s tits to her pussy.
“I am sorry, Sir,” She whimpered “please fuck me as you want. Main aap ki randi hoon. Randi ki tarah chudne ke liye hi aayi hoon. Jaise aap ka man kare chodo mujhe.”
[I am your whore. I have come to be fucked like a whore. Fuck me any way you want.]
He grabbed her tits and crushed them hard as he speeded up his strokes. Aishwarya was losing control quickly. Her breath was getting heavier and she was feeling her pussy heat up like it would go up in flames. Vikas was pounding her like a beast and her body was responding strongly to his hard use and abuse. His cockhead slammed into her cervix and Aishwarya felt like someone had touched a spark to the bomb that was her body.
“Mar gayee! Hay, mumma!” She cried out as her pussy exploded so uncontrollably hard that her joints turned to water and she had to put one knee on the sofa to keep from falling down.
Vikas keep her tits in his grip and kept drilling her like a monster, showing no mercy on her soft, delicate body. She was trying to keep her grip on the sofa but his rough, forceful thrusts were rocking her body. For a woman touching forty, Aishwarya was extremely fit and slender but she was no match for Vikas when he was in a rough mood. With his thrusts, she lost her grip on the sofa and had to put her palms on the seat. Her body seemed to be loving this abuse as her pussy was pulsing hard and flowing with her cum like a river in flood.
He kept pounding her, his massive cock drilling her tight cunt ruthlessly deep, his cockhead slamming into her cervix. Aishwarya had to go further down until she was prone on the sofa and he was ploughing into her from top. The feeling of being completely helpless under his strong body was a huge turn-on and Aishwarya’s hot, savage orgasm was continuing so long that she could feel her whole body electrified by it.
“Oh, god!” She yelped in panic when he pulled his cock out of her pussy and placed it on her ass hole. Aishwarya was genuinely afraid now. She had taken his cock in her ass many times. There was no hole in her body that he had not fucked. Usually he fucked her ass in the second or third round. He would take his time and lubricate her ass then slowly penetrate her. At that time his cock would not be too hard to begin with and although it would still hurt, she would be able to bear it.
But right now he was fully hard and erect. His cock was scary big and even though it was lubricated with her cunt juices, Aishwarya knew it would hurt like hell in her tight ass. But she also knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She had belonged to him for a long time now and with Vikas it was not a figure of speech, it was not a sexual roleplay, it was the reality of her life. He owned her, completely and without exception, all her choices were his. If he wanted to fuck her ass, she was going to get her ass fucked. If he wanted to rip her open then he would rip her open and she could take it while praying to god that she lived through it.
“Mumma!” She let out a long, loud scream as Vikas pushed and his bulbous cockhead stretched Aishwarya’s tight ass painfully wide before popping into her tight hole. The pain that generated in her ass flooded her body like a storm. Sometimes, she just hated her pussy. Here she was painfully impaled on the thickest cock she had ever seen and her body was literally soaked in hot pain, but her pussy exploded like a volcano. The orgasm was so sudden and violent that it took Aishwarya’s breath away.
Vikas moved his hips and started to fuck her ass, pushing his beast of a cock deeper into her tight ass. Aishwarya felt the pain being absorbed by the orgasm as her body jerked repeatedly under his hard fucking. The heat was unbearable and unbelievably delicious.
“Maaro, meri gaand maaro!” She panted “Please, baby, randi ki tarah gaand maaro meri. Mujhe barbaad kar do. Tod do mujhe apne lund se. Tumhari randi hoon main, tumhari kutiya hoon, sirf tumhari. Please, apne lund se meri gaand phaad do.”
[Fuck me, fuck my ass. Please, baby, fuck my ass like a whore. Destroy me. Break me with your cock. I am your whore. I am your bitch, only yours. Please destroy my ass with your cock.]
In her normal life, Aishwarya would turn red if anyone used any of those words in front of her. But when she was under Vikas....well, he had a way of bringing out the whore in her. She could talk dirty using such crass, degrading words and do it fluently. His cock could turn her from lady to whore in seconds.
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