Power Player 2: Marking His Territory
Korben Hunter
Power Player 2
Marking His Territory
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2022
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Shweta Has a Hard Night
Chapter 2 – Shweta’s Morning
Chapter 3 – Sanjana Sanghi Gets an Opprotunity
Chapter 4 – Shriya Saran Comes in Prepared
Chapter 5 – Sanjana Earns Her Job
Chapter 6– TV Station Meeting
Chapter 7 – Kriti’s New Life
Chapter 8 – Rashmika Confuses Nikki
Chapter 9 – A Different Meeting with Shweta
Chapter 10 – Rohan at the TV Station
Chapter 11 – Munmun Faces a Choice
Chapter 12 – Rakul Impresses the New Boss
Chapter 13 – Shriya Gets the Private Meeting
Chapter 14 – Lunch Hour at the TV Station
Chapter 15 – Lara Gives a Great Tour
Chapter 16 – Debriefing at the TV Station
Chapter 17 – Manushi is Hungry
Chapter 18 – Rohan Says Hello to Madhuri
Chapter 19 – Manushi is Eager
Chapter 20 – Madhuri is a Good Girl
Chapter 21 – Rohan Helps Madhuri
Chapter 22 – Tara Consults Rohan
Chapter 23 – An Interesting Car Ride
Chapter 24 – Aishwarya Shares Her Problem
Chapter 25 – Rohan Meets Alia Bhatt
Chapter 26 – Rohan Sees the Bride
Chapter 27 – Rohan Faces the Past
Chapter 28 – Neetu Kapoor is Kind
Chapter 29 – Tara Grabs a Moment
Chapter 30 – Manushi Meets an Old Friend
Chapter 31 – Rohan Meets Mahima
Chapter 32 – A Family Dinner
Chapter 33 – Mahima Gives a Tour to Rohan
Chapter 34 – Madhuri Brushes Her Teeth
Chapter 35 – Alia Has a Plan
Chapter 36 – Alia Puts Her Plan in Action
Chapter 37 – Deepika Has a Hard Task
Chapter 38 – Sleeping with Manushi
Chapter 39 – Rashmika is Not Pleased
Chapter 40 – Tara Tries to Sleep
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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.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Introduction
This series had started as an organic series, I came across something that sparked an idea and I wrote a story. It continues as an organic story as the action that started in book 1 has a straightforward continuation for which book 2 was needed.
It was originally quite a fantastical idea but I think I have managed to bring some realism into it and now it’s like other stories where things seem plausible even if a little more spicy than in an average person’s life. If it was too real it would become boring, right? It is still porn with a story and it has to have a lot of sex, I just like to embed that sex into realistic situations so it is hot and real.
Following my normal style, this story also contains a lot of details both in the sex and non-sex scenes. If you know my writing then you would know that I specialise in covering the whole spectrum between sex scenes and non-sex scenes, some of my hottest scenes are born between these two extremes.
I found it easy to write this one because I was enjoying following Rohan’s story and he had so many beautiful girls to conquer and enjoy that there was never a shortage of stuff to talk about. You would notice that Rohan’s father is not that involved in this book, it’s because I have a long term flow in mind. Things are hotter when they seem like they could happen rather than like a plot from a porn film.
Let’s hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and we both enjoy a walk down the spicy lane in Rohan’s world.
Series Info
The protagonist of this story is Rohan Oberoi who is the son of Vikram Oberoi. Vikram is a billionaire businessman from US who comes to India to start creating a business presence here. His son, Rohan comes with him as it was his original idea and he will be the one left here to manage the business after everything is set up and Vikram goes back to US.
By a quirk of fate, Rohan meets Manushi Chhillar who is a business student and the two fall in love. While Rohan is madly in love with Manushi and wants to have a lifelong relationship with her he is hardly a one-woman man. Manushi’s mother Madhuri Dixit is a stunning woman who was a Miss India in her youth and is still beautiful enough to make Manushi’s young friends drool. Rohan also notices her beauty but unlike Manushi’s friends, he plans to do something about it.
Rohan being a daring, powerful, confident young man doesn’t hesitate to take what he wants but Madhuri is married and generally a “good girl” so things are not that simple. This is as much as I can talk about this story without spoiling it for you but I do want to mention Manushi’s aunt – Shweta Tiwari who is a businesswoman and smoking hot. Ok, I have mentioned her.
The first book introduces the characters and allows us to witness the interplay between them in various interesting situations. The story can be enjoyed in itself and it will be easy to see how it will progress. I hope you enjoy it.
In this second book in the series, Rohan is very much enjoying having a stunningly beautiful fiancée, but he is also keeping his gorgeous mother-in-law in his possession. As he meets more people, girls, as part of his business activities, he is not shy about staking his claim where he likes the scenery.
One thing you would notice in this story is that Manushi also enjoys Rohan’s dominant nature and loves it when he breaks a beautiful girl. This theme will continue in this series and give rise to some smoking hot situations but you get a good view of this in this book already.
Let’s step into Rohan’s world.
Chapter 1 – Shweta Has a Hard Night
Sleeping with Rohan’s cock jammed fully deep in her ass was not easy for Shweta. Not only was it uncomfortable to have that meaty monster buried in her tight ass, it was exciting her too much. He was throbbing in her ass and Shweta could not even think about sleeping like that. She tried to sleep for a few minutes then had to say something.
“Rohan, I can’t sleep like this, baby,” She breathed “your cock is too big.”
He squeezed her tits and pressed her closer. Bringing his lips to her ear, he said softly “Shweta, tell me who is my bitch, darling.”
“I am your bitch, Rohan. I am totally your bitch.” His words only made her body buzz harder and she moaned.
Rohan kissed her neck “It’s not enough to say that, Shweta. I need you to understand it and feel it. You now belong to my cock. Every inch of your body is my property. Your choices are no longer your choices. Your decisions will be made by me. Your life will be ruled by my cock.”
He flexed it in her ass and Shweta whimpered.
“Yes. Yes, I know.” She was breathing hard as he was describing her fate.
“Shweta, main jab, jahan mann karega tumhari loonga.”
[I will fuck you where and when I feel lik.]
“Ji, main doongi na. Aap jahan chodoge main chudoongi.”
[Yes, I will submit to you wherever you want.]
“But it’s not just about fucking you, Shweta, it’s about breaking you so completely that you are nothing but my bitch.” He was kneading her hot, firm tits as he was talking softly in her ear.
A groan escaped Shweta’s lips as he described his intention to break her. Noone had ever talked to her like that before. Devang, the student they had hired, had fucked Shweta regularly. He knew how to make her hot and how to make her cum, but he had never talked to her like that. He was happy to be fucking his smoking hot boss. She was a goddess in his eyes and he was getting to nail her, he was grateful for that. He would never dare to call her a bitch, or think about breaking her. But Rohan was a different kind of beast altogether. Feeling his cock throb in her ass and listening to his words, Shweta was wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew. She was an expert in flirting with men, but he seemed to know how to bring her to her knees.
“Yes, Rohan. I am your bitch, dear. I know that.” Shweta said the only thing that was acceptable.
“Right now you are my cocksleeve, Shweta.” He kissed her neck “I am using you to park my dick. That’s what you are worth.”
Shweta whimpered. She didn’t know why but his rough, degrading words were making her pussy burn with a heat she had never known. She knew her pussy was leaking right now. She knew she was helpless in his hands.
There was nothing for her but to accept her fate “Ji, Sir. Aap jaise rakhoge main rahoongi.”
[I will live as you keep me.]
“Good girl.” Rohan kissed her bare back “Goodnight, darling.”
She took a deep breath and said goodnight.
It took her almost an hour to fall asleep and then she slept about an hour before she woke up. Having Rohan’s cock in her ass was causing her body to be turned on like a low-voltage current going through her circuits even when she was trying to turn everything off. She squirmed and tried to get comfortable. His cock ground in her ass. It was not rock hard like before but it was still buried deep in her ass. Her squirming made him flex in her ass and Shweta moaned.
Rohan squeezed her tits and said “Gaand marwaani hai?”
[Want to get your ass fucked?]
“Hanji.” Shweta whimpered.
[Yes, Sir.]
“Spread.” He said and pulled her left leg up. She bent her knee and put her foot on the bed. It opened her ass wider. He started slowly fucking her ass in and out. Shweta moaned, her body reacting very quickly to his control.
It was clear to her from the beginning that she would not last long. Her pussy was already burning hot. But he fucked her nice and smooth, with slow strokes that reached so deep in her ass that his cockhead stirred her bowels. It wasn’t long before she was begging him to drill her ass harder.
“Please, Rohan, baby, zor se gaand maaro na, jaise raat ko maari thi.” She whimpered “Baby, raat ko jaise kutiya ki tarah choda tha waise hi chodo na.”
[Please pound my ass hard like you did last night. Fuck me like a bitch like you fucked me last night.]
Rohan rolled over on top of her so her face was pressed in the pillow and her body was prone on the bed with his dick sliding up into her ass.
“Kaun hai meri kutiya, Shweta?” He said in her ear as he speeded up his strokes slightly.
[Who is my bitch, Shweta?]
“Main hoon, baby, main hoon na tumhari kutiya,” She replied eagerly “chodo zor se, kutiya ki tarah gaand maaro. Ah, Rohan, yes, yes, baby, I am going to...ah....hay, ma....baby, main mar gayee!”
[I am your bitch, baby, fuck me hard like a bitch.]
Her pussy exploded hard and she clawed the bedsheet as her body thrashed under him in the grip of a savage, rough orgasm. Her tears were soaking into the pillow and she was screaming his name as he pounded her ass hard and deep.
“You are my property now, Shweta.” He kissed and sucked her neck “You belong to my cock.”
“Main tumhari property hoon, Rohah. Sirf tumhari.” She was not going to argue with him about anything “Chodo, jaise tumhara dil kare chodo mujhe. Meri gaand tumhari hai. Main tumhari hoon.”
[I am your property. Only yours. Fuck me as you want. My ass is your possession. I am yours.]
The orgasm was rough and lasted a long time. Shweta had been really turned on with his cock in her ass and now she found it as her reward for being patient. But Rohan wasn’t done with her yet. He kept pounding her ass and she screamed his name again as she came again within a few seconds. She was finding that having his long, hard cock fucking her ass so incredibly deep was so exciting that her orgasms were fast and fierce. She had loved his cock in her pussy as well but in her ass it was like a powerful drug that took over her consciousness.
Shweta came three more times and was feeling her ass getting sore from his hard drilling when he pulled out of her ass. Turning her over, he moved up and pushed his cockhead in her mouth. Shweta took his cock deeper in her mouth and sucked him hard and fast. In another second, his hot load hit the back of her throat and she had to struggle to swallow it without choking on it. She continued sucking him and drank his hot cum directly from his cock as he pumped it onto her tongue.
“God, Rohan, your cum tastes delicious, honey.” She smiled at him when he pulled out of her mouth.
“It’s only a reward for good whores.” He patted her cheek.
“Have I been a good whore?” her eyes twinkled.
“Like you were born to be my whore.” He smiled and moved off of her.
“Rohan, I flirt a lot with guys to get the business,” Shweta said “and I used to think I was being a whore. Tonight you have shown me what a real whore is. Now I am your whore and I can’t thank you enough for taking me in your possession.”
“Well, I could see that you would be a good whore,” he said “and it would be stupid to not claim such a stunning whore.”
“Baby, you don’t know this, but my husband has a small dick and he can’t last long in me.” Shweta said “I don’t cheat on him but I do enjoy flirting with men, watching them lust after me.”
“I see.” Rohan said, not mentioning that he knew that already and she had also told him that last night.
“Tonight in many years, I have been fucked like I deserve.” She said “No, scratch that, I have never been fucked like this in my life. Thank you, Rohan. I hope you keep me as your bitch always.”
He nodded “I plan to.”
“Look, I know you have Manu, and I am sure you have many other hot girls who would be keen on spreading their legs for you. I won’t be a pain in your neck, just know that whenever you want, I will be available. You only have to snap your fingers, I will come to you and spread my legs.”
“Any time I want?”
“Yes, baby. Anytime, anywhere you want.” She nodded “I will continue dressing for you, short dresses, no panties. Even if you want to nail me quickly, you can simply bend me over and stuff your cock in me.”
“What will your husband say?”
“He doesn’t have to know everything.” Shweta said “I will tell him you are helping us with the business, he won’t object to that. But you will really be my first priority. When you call I will come. Leave everything else to me.”
“Good.” He nodded “I like a committed bitch.”
“I am totally your bitch now, Rohan.” She looked in his eyes “You can rely on my obedience and submission.”
He nodded “I like that.”
This time he didn’t make her sleep with his dick inside her and Shweta was able to fall asleep very quickly.
Chapter 2 – Shweta’s Morning
When Rohan woke up Shweta was in the kitchen. She had woken up a while ago, sore but very happy. She had taken a shower and applied light make-up in addition to rubbing cream into her body. She didn’t have any nighties here so instead of putting her dress back on she had tied a towel around her torso. It just barely covered her butt and she looked smoking hot with so much of her skin showing. At the moment she was making breakfast for Rohan.
He came into the living room, with face washed but other than that fully nude. Shweta’s heart skipped a beat. She looked down and saw that his dick was hard. She had heard that guys usually woke up with a hard-on, her husband was an exception. Looking at Rohan’s hard cock, she wondered how she had ever managed to take it in her ass. Even now when it was not fully erect, it looked like a tree trunk. She had had her ass fucked countless times, but never with something as huge as this. Her pussy tingled as she looked at it and it started to pulse as Rohan walked up close.
“Good morning, my king.” Shweta smiled as he came closer.
She turned towards him as he walked around the counter and came to her “Good morning, my bitch.” He said.
Reaching out, he casually pulled the knot on her towel and threw it in the general direction of the sofa. It landed halfway to the sofa on the floor. Shweta could not help but moan as her heavy tits came out into the fresh air. Rohan pulled her to him with his right arm around her slender waist and crushed her to his manly frame. He kissed her hard while keeping her tight in his embrace so her tits were flattened on his bare chest. Shweta moaned as she pressed her lips to his and kissed him back with an eagerness that showed that she had been waiting for him to wake up.
He slipped his left hand between them and kneaded her right breast while his right hand continued to rub her soft, warm body, feeling her skin velvet smooth under his rough fingers. Shweta clung to him with both arms and drank his saliva as his tongue pushed into her mouth. She kept her lips sealed to his but parted her lips so his tongue had full access to her. She could feel his meaty cock rubbing on her pussy and it was making her moan the way that formidable monster was pressing on her pussy slit. She reached down and stroked it feeling it get harder in her warm hand.
As he was crushing her breast, Shweta was getting the same hot, helpless, vulnerable feeling that had excited her so much last night. Her pussy and ass were both sore from last night’s brutal drilling but she knew she would not say no even now no matter which hole he wanted to enter.
Breaking the hot, lustful kiss, Rohan looked in her eyes and said “On your knees, darling.”
Shweta didn’t hesitate. She quickly turned the gas stove off and lowered herself to her knees at his feet. He pushed his fingers into her silken locks and held her as she looked up at him.
“Do you remember what you are now, Shweta?”
“Aap ki kutiya.” Shweta nodded.
[Your bitch.]
“Ye kya hai?” He rubbed his pre-cum wet cockhead on her hot lips.
[What is this?]
“My owner.” Shweta said without hesitation “I belong to him.”
He nodded and said “Suck my cock, Shweta.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said and took his cockhead in her mouth.
A soft moan escaped Rohan’s mouth as he felt her hot, wet mouth engulfing his excited cock. He stroked her hair and caressed her cheeks as she started sucking him in and out, taking him deep in her hot mouth while she licked the underside of his meaty shaft.
Rohan jerked her head up and slapped her cheek, not very hard, just enough to remind her who was in control. She looked up at him with his cockhead resting on her tongue, just inside her mouth.
“I know you are not such a good girl, Shweta.” He bent over her and caressed her cheek “Remember, I know what a whore you are? Suck my cock like a whore, Shweta. Don’t pretend to be a good girl.”
Shweta whimpered and nodded. The way he was talking to her, the way he was treating her, it was making her whole body buzz with sexual charge. Her pussy was hot and wet. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it deep, using her tongue to massage his veiny shaft from all sides but giving particular attention to the underside of his dick where the base of his shaft met his ball sack.
“That’s like a good whore.” He jerked her hair slightly “Spread those legs, darling. I want to see those legs always spread open for me like you know you are a whore.”
With another whimper, Shweta spread her knees wide and moaned with his cock in her mouth as she felt her pussy drip with cunt juices. She sucked him deeper, feeling his smooth, bulbous cockhead penetrate deep into her mouth.
Just when she was really enjoying sucking his cock, Rohan pulled it out of her mouth and tapped the kitchen counter “Shweta, ghodi ban ja.”
He helped her up and she bent over the counter. This time, she spread her legs wide before he could order her. Her body was trembling with anticipation as she lowered her head and arched her back to push her ass up. For years, she had only had sex with her husband. It was safe and boring. He had a small dick, Shweta could get him really hard and she knew he would cum as soon as he entered her and pumped a couple of times. She liked sucking cock and even though he was small, she liked that she could make him so hard that he begged her to make him cum.
With Rohan things were exactly the opposite. Not only did he have a dick that could make a girl pee her pants, he himself was a strong and smart man. He knew how to break a girl to the point that she became his whore. He could fuck for hours and every fucking session with him was different. Shweta didn’t even know which hole he was going to fuck this morning, but she knew that he would not give her a choice except to lower her head and accept his use of her body.
Stepping behind her, Rohan, gripped her hips and pushed his cock into her tight cunt. She was soaking wet right now and with his hard, forceful thrust he was able to stuff almost half of his massive cock into her tight cunt.
“Ah, mar gayee!” Shweta screamed. The meaty beast had been too big even for her mouth, in her pussy it felt like a stick that he was going to beat her with. She did know the beating her pussy was about to get but not only would she have to accept it, she knew she would beg for it again and again. He had broken her and moulded her into this bitch who could not live without his cock.
“Tell me what you are, Shweta.” He said in her ear as he started fucking her with in and out strokes, not going deeper than halfway with any stroke.
“Yes, Sir.” Shweta nodded. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to see her surrender. He wanted to see if she was his bitch the way he had trained her last night or had she forgotten? She also could sense that what he gave her would depend on how well she proved that she was a good bitch.
Taking a deep breath, Shweta said “I am your bitch, Rohan. Main aap ki kutiya hoon. Aap ke kabze mein hoon poori tarah. Aap jaise chodoge mujhe chudna padega.”
[I am your bitch. I am in completely in your possession. I will have to spread for you as you want.]
“Padega, Shweta?” He said.
[Have to, Shweta?]
Shweta could not remember when she had been so terrified before. Her husband was more or less in her control. Even his brother, the man of the house, did not have much authority over Shweta. The clients were important for business but they did not scare her. But this man, younger than her but so powerful, he terrified her. She had used the wrong word. How could she be so stupid? He had been a part of her life only for a few months, but she already knew how strong and demanding he was. There was nobody in the house who could defy anything he said, not even Dr. Nene Dixit who was his would-be father-in-law.
But for Shweta, he meant much more. Last night she had learnt what a difference it made to her life to have him in her as her owner, her guide, her master. She was already too dependent on him. She needed to keep him happy. She did not dare think what would happen if he let her out of his possession.
“Jaise aap chodoge, main chudoongi, Sir.” She said quickly “Aap ke lund ke liye hi bani hoon main.”
[I will be fucked as you want, Sir. I am made for your dick.]
“Is that so?” He was still fucking her but Shweta was terrified that he might stop.
“Haan, baby. I am your bitch. Aap ki randi hoon main. Aap ki randi ban kar hi rehna chahti hoon, saari umar. Please keep me as your whore, Rohan. I really want to be your whore.”
[Yes, baby, I am your bitch. I am your whore. I want to live as your whore all my life.]
“Will you be a good whore for me?” He kissed her neck. Shweta sighed inwardly with relief. He was fucking her deeper now. She had escaped angering him.
“The best, baby,” She promised “jo aap bologe main karoongi. Business, ghar, sab jagah main aap ki property hoon.”
[I will do whatever you tell me. Business, home, everywhere I am your property.]
His strokes were getting harder now and submitting to him was making Shweta's body heat up like crazy the way it had done last night. In another few seconds, she was yelping with his strokes and could not keep her eyes open. He reached around her and grabbed her tits. He kneaded her full, heavy tits in his hands as he said in her ear “Not my property, baby, you are the property of my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, baby, yes!” She nodded vigorously “Aap ke lund ki....aap ke lund ki property...hoon...main....ah, god!”
[I am your cock’s, your cock’s property.]
Shweta’s pussy exploded with the overdose of heat and Rohan chose that moment to slam in hard so his cock penetrated her fully and his cockhead rammed into her cervix.
“Hay, mar gayee!” Shweta screamed again. She gripped the counter and tried not to fall down as her joints were turning to water, her knees were folding and she seemed to have no control over her motor functions.
But Rohan had complete control over her. He keep ploughing her cunt so deep that each thrust knocked her breath out. He crushed her tits in his hands, then he slapped them and then kneaded them again. Her yelps and screams were continuous. He seemed to be enjoying it as her savage orgasm ripped her apart.
Keeping her in his strong hands, he continued drilling her right through her orgasm. Her moans and screams rose with the spikes in the orgasm from his hard thrusts. She kept her head down and accepted his authority over her as he pounded her like she belonged to him. Shweta encouraged him to use her hard like she was really his whore. Her words were dirty and explicit. When her next orgasm hit, her words became louder and so much more dirtier. She did not hesitate to use degrading words about herself and loved it when it made his cock flex inside her.
“Haan, baby, kutiya ki tarah chodo,” she pushed her ass back “sirf tumhari kutiya hoon main, aur kuchh nahin. Ragad ke chodo mujhe. Tod do mujhe apne lund se. Ah, god, baby, you make me feel like such a whore.”
[Yes, baby, fuck me like a bitch. I am only your bitch, nothing more than that. Pound me. Break me with your dick.]
She didn’t know if it was his cock that was driving her crazy or his hands crushing her hot, heavy tits. When he slapped her tits, she yelped and asked him to do it again. Her body hardly slowed after the orgasm before the next one stormed her body and Shweta lost all control. She had to rest her head on the counter to keep from falling down.
“Tell me who is my bitch, Shweta?” He whispered in her ear.
“I am your bitch, baby.” She knew what it meant. His strokes were already getting harder and rougher. She found it interesting that she was already looking forward to eating his cum.
He grabbed her by the hair and guided her down to her knees as he pulled out of her cunt. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. He pumped his cock with his fist. His first load landed on Shweta’s forehead just above her nose. He pointed down and the next one landed by the side of her nose. After painting her gorgeous features with his hot, sticky seed, he sprayed her chest and tits next. Shweta groaned. Nobody had done that to her before. Her husband would pee his pants if anyone even suggested something like that. The young student had been great at fucking but not at all dominating.
Rohan was the first man to mark Shweta as his cumdump. Other men treated her like a goddess. He reached down and rubbed the creamy, slimy cum into her face and neck. Shweta whimpered. He definitely knew how to break a girl and make her his whore in a way that she was completely in his power. She licked up some of the cum from her body with her finger. Then as he jerked her hair she looked up at him with her mouth open.
“Tell me who is my cumdump, Shweta?” He said, looking into her eyes.
“I am your cumdump, baby. Completely in your power.” She held his gaze “You can do with me whatever you want. I am your possession now.”
He nodded and as the reward for her right answer, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Shweta moaned and started sucking him clean. She focused more on his cockhead where she could taste some of his cum still sticking to his pee hole and around it. She ate it all.
“You will be a good whore.” He stroked her head. She smiled.
Chapter 3 – Sanjana Sanghi Gets an Opprotunity
Sanjana entered Deepika’s office with hesitant steps “Good morning, ma’am.”
“Good morning....er...Sanjana, right?” Deepika said.
“Yes, ma’am.” She nodded “Sanjana Sanghi. You told me to report to you.”
It would be fair to say that Sanjana was quite nervous. She was an intern at the Maharaja hotel and there were still two months to go in completing her year. Theoretically, at the end of the year the hotel could give her a permanent full time job or let her go. They were under no obligation to give her a job but normally the best performing interns were offered jobs. Sanjana was an excellent performer. She was a very pretty girl with a slender body and a beautiful face. But in addition to her beauty she was very intelligent as well.
Even during her degree in Hospitality she had learnt that this was a field where things were often not done by the rules. You always found out who had the power and then you made sure that you kept them happy. In her internship interview itself, she had figured out that the HR manager, Shakti Kapoor, was a lecherous man. She had flirted with him boldly during the interview. When she got a callback for the second round, she had made sure to wear a very short skirt that showed her lovely, long legs.
She was only twenty-two and Shakti Kapoor was well past fifty but when he had hinted that he would be willing to give her the intern role if she were willing to be a good girl, Sanjana had not hesitated to give him a positive response. He had taken her to a hotel room in the same hotel and she had sucked his cock. But even before she touched him she had made sure that he did not expect anything more. She was a young, beautiful girl with an active sex life and he was a married old man. She had been able to play him easily. She had made him cum in seconds. She had got her appointment letter that same day.
Interns are given all kinds of roles in different departments so that they would get experience of everything. Sanjana liked working room service as she got the best tips that way. Even though the tips were pooled and shared among all staff, her tips made a difference to the pool and nobody complained if Sanjana got a lion’s share of shifts in room service. Sometimes the guests staying in the hotel were famous or rich, or both. If they were travelling alone, they didn’t mind making an advance towards a pretty room service waitress. Sanjana never wore her white uniform skirt. Instead she wore a miniskirt of her own that showed her legs nicely. The room service manager usually didn’t cite her for that as she also got a share in the tips.
When a guest made a pass at Sanjana, she never took offence. Instead she flirted with them. The guests were usually encouraged and as is the habit of men, they tried to see how far they could go with her. If they were rich or good looking, Sanjana didn’t mind sucking their cock. Once or twice she had even let a guest fuck her pussy but that was rare. She preferred to give them a blowjob. It was faster and cleaner.
Her style had made her popular not just with the guests but with the staff and middle management as well. She was virtually certain of getting a permanent job here. That was good because there wasn’t a lot of employment available in Hospitality at the moment and the Maharaja paid well. Having a guaranteed job was a great thing in this economy.
But then the Maharaja had been sold. The hotel had been doing decent business and there was no indication that something like this might happen. The news blindsided everybody including Sanjana. Now there were all kinds of rumours flying around like no interns will be made permanent and the hotel was not going to hire any new people. There were even more scary rumours that thirty or fifty percent of the original staff will be either fired or replaced. Sanjana didn’t believe everything she heard but she could easily imagine that in such a volatile time interns would not get any employment offers.
Sanjana had been working at reception yesterday when the new general manager Deepika Padukone had stopped by. She had told Sanjana to come to her office this morning. Now Sanjana was reporting to her and she didn’t know what Deepika had heard. If she knew about her activities in detail then it was sure that Sanjana would not live out the rest of her internship period here. If Deepika had been a man, Sanjana would have tried to flirt immediately but now she was at a disadvantage.
“Come, take a seat, Sanjana.” Deepika led her to the sofa in her office.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Sanjana followed her and sat on the sofa, her heart beating fast and expecting the worse.
“As you know, I have just taken the position of general manager.” Deepika started.
“Yes, ma’am. Congratulations, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” Deepika nodded “Now I need a new personal secretary.”
Now Sanjana knew what it was all about. She knew all the girls in the secretary pool.
“Sure, ma’am. I can recommend a few nice girls from the secretary pool. I know them all.”
Deepika shook her head “No, Sanjana, I am talking about you.”
“Me, ma’am? But I am not a secretary.” Sanjana was truly shocked now.
“Secretary skills are not about shorthand and typing nowadays,” Deepika said “you need to know how to operate the computer and type emails. Did you not do that in your degree?”
“Oh, a lot of it, ma’am. I am really good with the computer.” Sanjana admitted “But...ma’am, why me? There are many girls who are trained secretaries. I am just an intern.”
“But don’t you want a permanent position?”
“I do but –“
“Well, here is the thing. You are a very pretty girl. And from what I have heard you are quite a slut.” Deepika looked right into her eyes.
Sanjana’s cheeks turned red “Ma’am –“
“Don’t worry, I am not planning to take action on you, just telling you why I am offering you the chance.” Deepika said “If you get this job, you will be my personal secretary but you will earn the job in an interview with the new boss Rohan Oberoi. And he will make you earn it. Do you get me?”
“Yes, ma’am. Loud and clear.” Sanjana nodded. She had seen Rohan around. He was a hottie. She would never say no to a private interview with him “But ma’am, are you sure, about me, I mean, any secretary....”
“Sanjana, listen to me.” Deepika looked at her “The new boss is very powerful and very rich. This hotel is only one of his many businesses. He is also very interested in pretty girls. He gave me this job and he has already taken me in his possession.”
“Oh, wow!” Sanjana tried to be polite by looking surprised though she had already heard that the new general manager was the big boss’ bitch.
Deepika ignored her fake reaction “Whoever is my secretary, she will need to be Sir’s property as well. So, I need a very hot girl with a total slut attitude. You are that girl. If you are not interested then I will find another slut.”
“No, no, I am interested, ma’am.” Sanjana said quickly.
“Good. But keep in mind that you will be fully boss’ property now,” Deepika said “he will fuck you when and where he wants, in his office, in my office, at your desk, or anywhere else. Other than him nobody in the hotel will be allowed to touch you, guest, staff, management, nobody. I won’t even allow you to have a boyfriend. If the boss wants to take you home and drill you for a week, you will go with him and be a good fucktoy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sanjana nodded. Her body was getting warm thinking about this. If she got this role not only will she be permanent, her salary will be more than double. The prospect of being Rohan Oberoi’s fucktoy was also a hot one.
“I have heard you like to suck cock,” Deepika continued “but for boss, all your holes will be available. Any day, any time, he will decide which hole he wants to put his dick in and how to use you.”
Sanjana nodded again “Yes, ma’am.”
“How you dress, how you keep your hair, everything in your life will be decided by him.” Deepika said “I am telling you all this so you know what you are signing up for. Right now, it’s your choice to try for this role or stay an intern. But if you take this role then that will be it. You can’t leave. If you leave the role, you will leave the hotel, no backsies.”
“I....I understand, ma’am.” Sanjana was feeling her throat dry.
“Do you need time to think?” Deepika said.
“No, ma’am,” Sanjana shook her head “I would like to become your secretary and boss’ fucktoy.”
“Good.” Deepika smiled “Today your outfit is not really suitable, it’s sexy but not the way he likes it. Tomorrow wear something short and slutty, he really likes backless, then I will introduce you to him.”
“Ma’am, I have my own clothes in my locker. My street clothes are always much sluttier.” Sanjana offered “Can I wear them and show you? I think boss would like me in them.”
“Ok, go ahead.” Deepika nodded “Come back here and if it’s a good look, I will introduce you today when he comes.”
“Yes, ma’am. I will be right back.” Sanjana got up “Thank you so much for giving me this chance, ma’am.”
Deepika smiled as she got up “You are welcome.”
Chapter 4 – Shriya Saran Comes in Prepared
Shriya Saran stepped out of the car and with a nod to her driver who was holding the door open, she walked across the front path toward the door that bore the legend “Serenity Communications”. The TV station was owned by her husband Vijay Saran and Shriya was the CEO but looking at her people often thought she was one of the actresses working in some TV show or TV film.
With a small, longish face and sweet, charming features Shriya could easily have become a heroine and she had tried. Having grown up with a lot of admiration for her good looks, Shriya had had it in her head that she was born to be a star on the screen. A week after her twentieth birthday, when parental pressure was at its peak for her to get married, she had run away from her small village in South India to Bombay.
For six years, Shriya had struggled in Bombay to become a star. She had found out pretty quickly that pretty girls were aplenty in Bombay like the mushrooms by the side of the road. Just being pretty had no value even if the boys in your town used to treat you like a goddess. Here, pretty girls were a commodity. Your beauty was a coin that you needed to spend to get anything. She had always been interested in sex and enjoyed it. She wasn’t sure how much she would enjoy fucking random guys just to get a boost in her career but she quickly learnt that it was not a choice.
The first guy she slept with in Bombay was a photographer who made her portfolio. She did not have money to pay him, so she let him fuck her. He fucked her after the photoshoot then again when she came to collect the photos. He had some connections and could send her to auditions at various places. His price was her pussy. Every time he gave her a reference to another producer or casting director, he nailed her. Of course, Shriya had to spread her legs for the producer also in audition. She did not get a single job from any of those auditions. Later she found out from another girl that the photographer had a scam going with the casting directors and producers where they got to nail a beautiful aspiring actress and he got to fuck her as well. She had dropped that photographer. The next night she had gone to his place and stuffed a raw fish into the bonnet on top of his car engine which was parked right outside.
By that time, she had not only learnt that she would have to spread her legs for the powerful men to get a break, she had become comfortable with it. The lesson with the photographer taught her the street smarts. She began to differentiate between men who could really help her and men who were just looking to dump their load in her because she was a good looking fuckmeat. Her instincts worked about half the time.
In the six years, Shriya was able to do four feature films, several short films and a few national commercials. She was getting exposure but the progress was very slow. As her age increased her chances of becoming a female lead decreased. She met Vijay in the course of her struggles. He owned a TV station which made him immediately more attractive to her even though he was fourteen years older than her and not much to look at.
For the next four years, Shriya had chased her dream and Vijay Saran had chased her. His TV station was in Delhi but he made frequent trips to Bombay to meet Shriya and she went to Delhi several times. When she hit thirty, she did not have a single project in hand. She decided it was time to cut bait. She said yes to marry Vijay. He had promised to make her a star using the power of his TV channels and he honestly tried but luck was not with Shriya on that front.
Vijay started several programs with Shriya in a lead or major role but none of them worked. His channel Glamour was full of beautiful girls, some got success, some didn’t. Surprisingly, Shriya found that she had a knack for the business side of things and enjoyed it as well. When Serenity’s CEO had resigned to get married and move to US, Shriya had stepped into the role.
Now that she was getting closer to forty, Shriya had stopped trying to force herself on the screen but she had not stopped looking and behaving like a heroine. She kept herself in shape with a very strict diet and workout regime. She spent any money or time needed to take care of her skin, her hair and the rest of her body. She did Kegel exercises to keep her sexual health good and her pussy tight. That last one was not an option, she had to keep her pussy tight.
Her husband while a very sweet and generous man who never said no to her for anything, was not much blessed in the genitals department. His small and thin dick reminded Shriya of a pencil except that it was not nearly that long. After the first time they had had sex, it had made Shriya doubtful about having a relationship with him. She loved sex and even enjoyed the casting couch fucking if she met a good producer who knew how to nail a young, hot actress properly. It was safe to say that if Vijay didn’t own a TV station, Shriya would not have married a fourteen year older men with a small dick.
Shriya was always honest with herself and she had no trouble accepting that her dismal sex life was the reason that she dressed so hot in public and loved admiring glances from men. Being the CEO, she had a lot of control over the company and she encouraged the girls in the company to dress bold and sexy rather than the boring, corporate look.
Today she was wearing a grey tube top that hugged her full, firm tits tightly and created a nice, fleshy cleavage. It was brief enough to show even the bottom of her milky white tits. It was about half as wide as a normal tube top and was stretched across her tits so tight that the cotton fabric was wrinkling visibly. Her nipples were already poking through the thin fabric.
Over this super skimpy top she was wearing a short jacket which was more like a wrap than a jacket. It was black and had no collar. The sleeves reached down to her forearms. The two sides of the jacket were too short to meet in the middle. They just barely covered her poking nipples and reduced the ridiculously hot sex appeal of her tube top by about ten percent but no more than that. During the day, while Shriya would have meetings with various employees and managers her jacket would move with her body and they would get flashes of her half-exposed tits. Shriya loved it when a man got an erection in a meeting with her and could not control it.
Her skirt today was not her sluttiest but it was one of her shortest. She had worn this to clubs before but usually she preferred more revealing skirts when going clubbing. Just like the tube top, the skirt was about half the length of a micromini. By rights it should be called a super micromini. It started quite low on her hips baring her navel in front and an inch of her ass crack in the back. It was a black silk skirt with golden embroidery on it. The design looked classy except that it was extremely short, ending just an inch below her ass. Her upper thighs were covered but her mid-thighs, not fully. When she walked, her white lace thong peeked from under it to anyone more than a metre away from her.
She knew that. She wanted that. During her meetings if she kept her legs open, the men across the desk would be able to see that thong through the glass desktop. They would be able to see when she got wet. That’s why she was wearing a white thong with a black skirt. But she won’t keep her legs open, not the whole time. She knew she could make a man forget his name if she uncrossed and recrossed her legs at just the right speed. She loved having that kind of control and used it often in business negotiations.
Her shoes were never less than 6” high, today, they were pink stilettos with 8” pointed heels and 3” platforms. They were called whore heels and were usually seen on strippers and prostitutes. Shriya wore them to clubs often and even to the office quite frequently though not always this high. Today, she had a reason for wearing them. The same reason had caused her to spend two hours this morning in her hair and make-up. Her hair was cascading down her back in sexy loose style. Her make up was perfect for going to a party or club. Her soft, supple lips were looking temptingly beautiful in her hot pink lipstick.
She pushed open the glass door and entered the lobby of “Serenity House”. She talked to the receptionist for a minute then walked to the lifts. There was not a single man in the lobby who did not watch her tight, perfectly sculpted ass sway in that slutty skirt as she walked. Shriya flipped her hair and smiled to herself. They could look but they could not touch.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Her secretary said as she walked into her office suite “Sir has asked me to remind you about this morning’s meeting as soon as you walk in.”
A smiled played on her lips. Vijay never trusted her to make it to a meeting on time. She nodded “Good morning, Aamna. Ok, you have reminded me. When is He coming?”
“The meeting is set for 11:00 am, ma’am.” Aamna said without looking at her computer “Vijay Sir has emailed that the staff needs to gather in the meeting room sharp at 11:00, if he is late then we will wait.”
“Of course, we will.” Shriya said. She went into her private cabin and started to get ready for the morning meeting.
Chapter 5 – Sanjana Earns Her Job
When Sanjana came back to Deepika’s office the change in her look was astonishing. Not only had she changed into her “street clothes” but she had changed her make-up so it was more suitable for a club than office. Her hair was flying loose around her shoulders in a messy style and making her face look messy and sexy at the same time. Her lipstick was pink and glittery pulling the eyes to her soft, supple lips.
Her outfit....well, it was easy to see why she had not worn it at work before. The top was a sleeveless little thing made from a coarse cotton fabric. The weave was just wide enough to let her fair skin be visible through it. Since it was in nude colour, a person looking at her could never be sure how much of what he was seeing was the top and how much the skin below. It hung loose on her young, firm tits and did not quite reach her body below the tits. The bottom curve of her tits was visible and more of her tits came into view if she moved in a certain way. It dipped in a V-shape in front and back, making her even more accessible. There was no bra possible in that super skimpy top.
Her skirt was a match for the top. It was a micromini skirt in black cotton with a wraparound style. It tied on her left hip and was slit on the side of her right thigh. It was covering down to her mid-thighs but it was loose and because of the slit it fell open and bared her right thigh up to the thigh joint. She was now wearing 8” high heels with 4” platforms that were not only raising her height but also pushing her ass up in a very inviting manner. She was a slender girl with nice curves and the slutty outfit was suiting her perfectly.
Deepika approved it “Good. Stay here, take this desk.” She said pointing to the secretary’s desk outside her private cabin “When Sir comes, I will tell you to show him the new business suite we are offering to our corporate clients. Take him to this room, where is that key....one second...yes, take this key card, take him to this room and well.....you know what will happen there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sanjana took the key card “Do I need to ask him to nail me?”
“Sanjana, you are a sexy, smart girl,” Deepika said “do you really have to ask him to fuck you? Can’t you do it without using words?”
“I can and I will, ma’am.” Sanjana smiled “I was just wondering if he knows that I will be his fuckmeat today or I need to introduce myself.”
“He doesn’t know about you, yet.” Deepika said “I will introduce you.”
“Ok, ma’am.”
“You can settle at this desk,” Deepika said “if he approves of you, the job will be yours.”
“Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much.”
Sanjana set up the computer and started working from there looking like the belonged there while Deepika went into her own office and carried on with work. They didn’t have to wait long, less than half an hour later, Rohan called Deepika to say he was coming to see her. When he came, he had Shweta with her. Sanjana got up and followed him into Deepika’s private office.
“Deepika, this is Shweta Tiwari, she runs a PR firm,” Rohan said “she would like to talk to you about our publicity campaign.”
“Of course, Sir. I have some time, I can tell her about it and answer any questions.” Deepika offered “May I...”
Before she could introduce her, Rohan noticed Sanjana “Who is this?”
“Sir, I wanted to introduce her....” Deepika started.
Rohan beckoned Sanjana and she quickly stepped in front of him. Easily slipping his left hand under her tiny little top, Rohan fondled her hot, bare breast as he said “You are quite a fucktoy, what’s your name, darling?”
“Mmm, Sanjana Sanghi, Sir.” Sanjana could not suppress a moan as his calloused hand kneaded her soft, young breast so casually but firmly.
“And you are a fucktoy, aren’t you, Sanjana?” He smiled.
Pressing her breast into his hand Sanjana nodded “Absolutely, Sir.”
“Good.” He nodded “I like honest, direct girls. What else are you other than a nice piece of fuckmeat, Sanjana?”
“I am Deepika ma’am’s personal secretary, under consideration.” Sanjana said.
“Of course, I would not keep her without your approval, Sir.” Deepika said quickly.
Rohan nodded “Come.” He took his hand out of Sanjana’s top and walked around Deepika’s desk to sit in her chair. Sanjana followed him like a bitch on leash. He patted his thigh and Sanjana sat on his lap without any hesitation. He turned her so she was facing the desk and said “You ladies can continue with your conversation, don’t mind me.”
As Shweta and Deepika sat down in visitor chairs to talk to each other, Rohan slipped both hands under Sanjana’s top and pressed her close to him as he kneaded her firm, hot tits casually but hard. Sanjana pressed her back into his chest and slowly ground her ass on his hard cock, cooperating with him in every way.
“Shweta, Deepika is new in her role,” Rohan continued kneading Sanjana’s tits as he looked at the other two “she may not have all the details of the project. At this time, you should ask her general questions about the hotel and discuss when you can come and give a presentation about your firm.”
Both of them nodded and agreed. As they continued their conversation, Rohan continued to play with Sanjana. He crushed her tits in his and kissed her neck when she lifted her head to moan in pain. He relaxed his fingers and said softly in her ear “You are a nice piece of ass. Any good as secretary?”
After taking a breath, Sanjana shook her head “No, Sir. Never done it.”
He kissed her neck and kneaded her tits hard again “But good as a fucktoy?”
“Very good, Sir.” Sanjana nodded.
“So, you will be her secretary but my fucktoy?”
“Yes, Sir. That is my aspiration.” Sanjana nodded, amazed at how he could have guessed all of that just by looking at her.
“Let’s see if you are worth it.” Rohan said. He pushed her up to her feet and opened his zip. Then, pulling his hard cock out of his pants, he pulled Sanjana down again.
“Ah, mumma!” Sanjana screamed as his thick cockhead stretched her tight, young pussy and entered a couple of inches deep in her cunt. Even that much was hurting in her tight hole and she was feeling breathless already.
Both Shweta and Deepika looked that way when Sanjana screamed. They licked their lips as each woman remembered the recent feeling of being broken by that cock herself.
“You carry on.” Rohan told them. He guided Sanjana to move up and down to take more of his cock in her hot, wet cunt. She followed his direction and he pushed up from below.
“Ungh, mumma.” She cried out as his long, hard cock went halfway deep in her tight pussy and she felt like it was going to split her open. Rohan easily took her little top off and kissed her bare back as he kneaded her tits hard like before. His hands on her soft tits made Sanjana’s pussy even wetter and she was able to take him deeper in her juicy, wet cunt.
“Come, I will give you a tour of the hotel.” Deepika said. Shweta followed her out.
Sanjana barely noticed. She was too busy trying to survive the brutal pounding from Rohan’s hard, throbbing cock. Her eyes were leaking tears but she knew that this was her only chance to make a good impression on the big boss. She would have spread her legs for him anyway because he was the boss but him being so handsome was a great bonus. Then his cock, so thick and hard like it was made to rip young tight pussies like her apart, made Sanjana so helpless in his arms that she was desperate to get this job.
Under his guidance she kept taking more of his meaty beast in her tight pussy and finally collapsed on his lap when she had him buried fully deep in her young, tight body.
“All ok, my fucktoy?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir. Please fuck me, Sir.” Sanjana pleaded. Already her body was so hot that she was not feeling the pain any more. Instead his massive meatpole grinding on her cunt walls was causing so much pleasure that she was putty in his hands. He could do anything to her right now and Sanjana would accept it as her place.
He got up and bent her over the desk. She placed her hands on the desk and moaned as his cockhead ground on her slick pussy walls with all the movement.
Touching his lips to her ear he said “Head down, ass up, and spread those legs like you know your place as fucktoy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sanjana whimpered and opened her legs as far as they would go. She felt her pussy open up and his massive cock throbbing inside her. He was moving his hips back and forth, fucking her but not really pounding her. Sanjana was feeling the heat rise in her body and she knew she would not last long now.
“Sanjana, tell me what you are.” He kissed just below her ear and continued to crush her young, firm tits in his hands.
“I am a fucktoy, Sir.” Sanjana breathed. He was pushing his thick cock smoothly into her tight cunt like the plunger of a syringe. It was pushing her breath out and Sanjana had never felt so helpless and so aroused in her life. She was ready to say anything, do anything to become his fucktoy. She could see that he was a man who knew not only how to break a girl but to take her to the peaks of pleasure.
Even before this, Sanjana had already learnt that older men were so much more fun. The boys her age were like bright sparks that looked good but burnt out too quick before she could even get warm. Older men seemed to know how to warm her up to the point that she was burning hot. Even when they didn’t have a big dick or a huge stamina they knew enough tricks to make sure that Sanjana enjoyed herself. She had not got the title of “whore” just like that in her friend circle. She had fucked many boys including a couple of boyfriends of her friends. But what she had enjoyed most was fucking the father of one of her girlfriends and a friend of her own father. Her friend’s father had been amazing and she had been his fucktoy for a few months until her friend found out.
But now she was learning that Rohan had the best of both worlds. He had a big dick and the stamina to totally destroy Sanjana but he also seemed to know her body better than she knew herself. He was fucking her in and out but keeping his strokes such that she was incredibly hot but not able to get to the boiling point. His hands kneading her hot, bare tits were adding fuel to this fire and Sanjana was absolutely loving how helpless she was in his hands.
“What are fucktoys for, Sanjana?” He said in her ear as he continued fucking her with complete control over himself and her.
“For fucking, Sir. For pounding hard. For using.” Even her own words were making Sanjana helplessly hot.
“And you are going to be my fucktoy?” He said and Sanjana wondered how he could keep his voice so calm when she was feeling like she was in the eye of a fire storm.
“I want to be, Sir.” She panted “If you will accept me. I will do anything. Just want to be your bitch, Sir, your fucktoy. Please. Please, fuck me hard, Sir. Please use me like a fucktoy.”
To her joy, he accepted her request and started to drill her hard and fast. Sanjana clawed the glass desktop as her body jerked with his powerful strokes. He gripped her tits tighter and used them as handles to hold her in place. Sanjana yelped as her tits hurt in his hands but also his cockhead started to hit her cervix.
“Oh, mumma!” She screamed at the top of her voice as her pussy exploded so hard that she felt like it blew up her body to shreds. He kept pounding her hard and Sanjana closed her eyes so she could bear up under the violent orgasm. His massive cock ripping her pussy apart was such a heavenly feeling that Sanjana was whimpering, crying, screaming and pleading all at the same time. She was telling him that she wanted to be his bitch, she was born to be his bitch, she was begging him to keep her as his personal whore.
Rohan pushed his fingers deeper into her silken, dark hair and took a firm grip. He pushed her down until her body was pressing down on the cold glass. Sanjana put her hands on the glass by her side to keep from getting crushed. But he still crushed her and she whimpered as her hot tits ground on the cold glass. Her pussy spiked so hard that she yelped. In this position, she was lined up for his cock and as he started drilling her in and out, Sanjana could feel his cockhead hitting her cervix like a battering ram.
Her orgasm had not subsided fully when her pussy erupted again and she felt like every cell in her body was electrified by the sexual charge. She was completely helpless under him, his hand pressing her down, his cock pounding her cunt, his strokes crushing her soft, firm tits on the glass desk....Sanjana was going crazy with the erotic heat and screaming so loudly that half the floor would be able to hear her but she could not bring herself to care.
When her long, hard orgasm finally slowed down, Rohan relaxed his grip a little bit but kept her pressed down, helpless in his control. He sucked her neck slowly, teasing just below her jaw line.
“Now, tell me who owns you, Sanju.” He said in her ear.
“You are a beast!” she panted “You are a ruthless beast. Who fucks a young girl like that? This is my first meeting with you, and you have ripped me apart like a fucktoy. Who does that?”
He jerked her hair “Who owns you, Sanjana Sanghi?”
“Ah. You do. Of course, you do.” She turned her head as much as she could to look at him with one eye “How can you even think...how is it even possible that anyone else can own me after you have broken me so brutally like a monster? Of course, I am your bitch. I will do whatever you want, whatever you say, I am your personal fucktoy now. You own my ass, Mr. Oberoi. I belong to you, completely. I am your possession now.”
It seemed that her words were exciting him. She could feel his cock throbbing hard and his strokes were getting fast again. His force slammed her into the desk and shook it as he pounded her without mercy. Within seconds, Sanjana was back on the same edge. She yelped and came hard. Her eyes were dripping tears on the glass and her face was getting rubbed in it which was ruining her mascara. But she could not worry about that. She could not worry about anything. He had broken her so thoroughly that she was now really his bitch. She could only think about pleasing him with her body.
“Oh, god, yes!” Sanjana cried out as Rohan’s massive cock exploded in her cunt and she felt his hot seed flooding her young womb, making her whole body warm from the feeling. Her body was again overwhelmed by hot sensations and she came. She loved that her heat could mix with his heat. He was marking her as his bitch and she was helping him by providing more lubrication so he could penetrate her as deep as he wanted. Sanjana was happy that she was being a good bitch for him.
After he had dumped all his load in her womb, he bent over her and kissed her cheek “You know who is my cumdump, Sanju?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded “Her name is Sanjana Sanghi and she belongs to your cock.”
“Good.” He kissed her cheek again “and what is she going to do now?”
“Um...suck your cock?”
“Yes. Now you are going to suck my cock clean and eat my cum. Are you ready?”
“Oh, so ready, Sir.”
He pulled out very slowly and Sanjana was scared to realise how deep he had really gone inside her. He had literally beaten her pussy with his stick and made her submit. She took his hand and lowered herself in front of him. She perched her ass on her heels and took support on his thighs. She started licking his cock, eating his cum mixed with her own pussy juices. He pulled her hair and smeared her face with his cum. Sanjana whimpered. He seemed to know exactly how to set her pussy on fire.
Rohan sat down in the chair and Sanjana moved closer. As his cock regained some of its hardness, she took it in her mouth again and started sucking it in and out. Just then Deepika and Shweta came back. They sat down in the same chairs ignoring Sanjana who was sucking Rohan’s cock.
Shweta said “Rohan, Deepika has given me a good idea of the hotel. She says this project is urgent and I am ok with moving quickly on it. I am going to bring a team member of mine here this afternoon and we will start planning for the presentation.”
“Good.” Rohan nodded.
“May I go to my office so I can start, Sir?” Shweta asked.
“Yes, you may.” Rohan nodded “I will see you later.”
After Shweta left, Rohan signalled Deepika “Come here.”
He patted Sanjana’s cheek “You go and clean up, darling. Fix your face, then come back.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sanjana reluctantly let his cock out of her mouth and got up.
Deepika didn’t need him to order her. She got on her knees in Sanjana’s place and took his cock in her mouth. It was hard and thick by now. She started sucking it in and out, keeping her eyes up in his eyes.
“Legs open like a whore, girl.” He lightly kicked her knee “I know you are a general manager now, but you are my bitch.”
“Main aap ki kutiya hoon, Sir,” she smiled “everything else is secondary.”
[I am your bitch, Sir.]
He slapped her cheek lightly “Less talking, more sucking, whore.”
She took his cock in her mouth again and continued sucking him deep in her hot mouth. As she felt him get ready to blow his load, she sealed her lips around his meaty shaft and continued to suck him harder. He pushed his fingers into her silken locks and grabbed her head as he fucked her face harder and faster. She left herself in his hands and let him use her as he wanted.
“Ungh!” Rohan grunted as his cock erupted in her mouth. Deepika swallowed his hot, creamy load and continued to suck his cock for more. Yesterday, it had almost choked her but today she was ready for it. She left it slide down her throat and kept milking his cock with her soft, supple lips.
He caressed her cheek “You are such a gorgeous bitch.”
Deepika smiled and started licking his cock clean.
“Shweta is also your bitch, isn’t she? I smelled your cum on her.” She said as he continued licking
“Yes.” He nodded.
“I am also your bitch.” Deepika said “So, why are you making her do all the presentation and stuff? You own the hotel, you own her, you own me. She can just do the project.”
“Because, my little cumslut,” He bent over her and caressed her cheek “work should be done like work. If I just treat it as a playground it will never make profit. Work needs to be done with the seriousness of work. I am going to keep you as my bitch and nail you whenever I want but that doesn’t mean you will stay the manager if you are not producing value for the hotel.”
“That I know.” Deepika nodded “I promised that I will do good work and be a good whore for you. I will deliver on that promise.”
“Exactly. Then you know why I am making her do this.” He noticed Sanjana was back and beckoned her over.
She walked around to his side of the desk and said “May I lick the cum clean from your shoes, Sir?”
Deepika looked down and said “Oh my god, I didn’t notice that. I will get it.”
Rohan opened his legs and gestured Sanjana to his left shoe. Deepika was already on her hands and knees licking his right shoe clean. Then he had them both get up and sit across the desk.
“She is a good little fucktoy.” He talked to Deepika “Keep her as your personal secretary. Of course, I will be nailing her regularly. But explain to her that her work needs to be good quality as well, just being my bitch won’t keep her in this job.”
“No explanation necessary, Sir.” Sanjana said “I will do my best work as ma’am’s secretary. Being your fucktoy is like a bonus for me.”
“Good.” He nodded “I will take you home one of these days. Then I will break you fully. You know what that means?”
“You will nail my ass, Sir?” Sanjana ventured.
“Exactly.” Rohan nodded “Any problem?”
“Not at all, Sir.” Sanjana smiled “I am your fucktoy. You will use me as you need.”
“Sir, you can break her in one of the rooms if you prefer.” Deepika said “We do have so many rooms, you know.”
“That might be a good option as well.” Rohan nodded.
“Will you nail my ass, too, Sir?” Deepika said.
“Of course. I will own you completely.”
“Mmmm, looking forward to it.”
“Good. Alright. You girls get on with your work, I am going to go to my office.”
Both the girls kept looking at him as he left the office.
Chapter 6– TV Station Meeting
Shriya loved that the men in the meeting room turned towards her as she entered. She could see the lust in their eyes. She was their boss and married to the top man in the company but to men, it doesn’t matter. They checked her out in her extremely short skirt and slutty heels. She walked to the projector screen to adjust some things there that didn’t need adjusting but it gave the men a chance to ogle her tight ass with one inch of her ass crack visibly exposed in the low-riding super micromini skirt. Then she walked back to the table and took a seat beside her husband.
“Thank you for joining us, Darling.” Vijay Saran said.
“Don’t be passive aggressive, baby,” Shriya reached out to squeeze his arm “a couple of minutes don’t make a difference. You will raise your blood pressure.”
“I hope you will show more respect for the clock when he is here later.” Vijay said “Alright, we are all here, let me start by saying what you all already know.”
There was a murmur around the table.
“Cut that out.” Vijay raised his voice “I know you all already know this.”
“Yes, we do.” Akshay Khanna said “Has it been finalised?”
“Almost.” Vijay said “Just some final negotiations going on.”
“What for? On the price?” Aishwarya Rai said.
“No, the price has been set and accepted,” Vijay said “there is some discussion going on about our relay stations in Manali, Shimla, and Kerala. They want to start their own relay stations but I want to make a clean break of it by giving it all to them.”
“Will all the channels go to them?” Govinda asked.
“It’s better if I let Mr. Irani give you the details, it will save time on question and answers.” Vijay said “Boman, would you mind?”
Boman Irani, an elderly gentleman and head of the legal department, cleared his throat “My pleasure, Vijay. As you all know, Serenity Communications owns this TV station and the outlying relay stations. This station broadcasts three of its own channels, the cooking channel, the glamour channel and the comedy channel.”
“We know all that, Boman,” Aishwarya said “get to the point. Do we keep our jobs or not?”
In his life, Boman had only hurried once – when he got married. And he always regretted it.
“Sweetheart, if you let me proceed, it will save on questions later. Believe me.”
Aishwarya rolled her eyes but shut up.
“The Cooking channel is headed by Akshay Khanna,” Boman continued “the Glamour channel is run by the beautiful Aishwarya Rai, and the Comedy channel is headed by Mr. Govinda.”
“I will say the glamour channel is run by me.” Lara Dutta said.
“You are the head of programming,” Aishwarya said “but I am the head of the channel.”
Vijay said “Ladies, please let Boman continue or it will take twice as long.”
They shut up and Boman continued “So, as I was saying, the three channels. Then in addition, Serenity is also home to a few external channels like the Disney channel who use our infrastructure to broadcast their programming. After the sale, all the contracts with the channels will transfer to the new owners – Oberoi Group of Companies. Every channel will have sixty days to break the contract if they do not agree with this transfer.”
“So, we can quit or be fired.” Aishwarya said.
“Darling, why would they fire us?” Govinda said “We are doing our work, no?”
“The station has been running in loss for the last four years.” Aishwarya said “Every year Vijay gets us together and gives us a lecture that he is having to use profits from his other businesses to sustain the TV station.”
“Is that our fault?” Akshay said “We are doing our job. We don’t run the station.”
“You are saying it’s my fault?” Shriya said.
“Well, you are the CEO.” Akshay said.
“Guys, please,” Vijay raised his voice again “this meeting is not for your petty fighting. I got us together so I can tell you what’s going on. If you are not interested to hear that then go back to your offices.”
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