Man of Power 8: Cost of Fame
Korben Hunter
Man of Power 8
Cost of Fame
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications 2023
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Vikas is a fictional character, his ad agency is fictional, his world is fictional, the industry he works in is a figment of imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding, pseudo-incest (sex with in-laws) and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Table of Contents
Series Info
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Arpita is Curious
Chapter 2 – Vikas Says Goodnight to Karishma
Chapter 3 – Rhea’s Moment of Fame
Chapter 4 – Amy Jackson Makes Her Best Effort
Chapter 5 – Winners Circle
Chapter 6 – Rhea with Vikas
Chapter 7 – Night Meeting with Hebah
Chapter 8 – Shriya Must Submit to Her Destiny
Chapter 9 – Rhea Makes Up for Last Night
Chapter 10 – Tanushree Gives Her Sister a Lesson
Chapter 11 – Vansh Gets Ishita in His Bed
Chapter 12 – Shanvi Has Her Plan
Chapter 13 – Shanvi’s Plan Works
Chapter 14 – Karishma Greets Vikas
Chapter 15 – Rashmika Does a Chore for Vikas
Chapter 16 – Disha Makes an Offer
Chapter 17 – Arpita Makes an Irresistible Offer
Chapter 18 – Karishma Tells a Tale
Chapter 19 – Karishma Says No to Vikas
Chapter 20 – Karishma Learns Her Lesson
Chapter 21 – Karishma Pays for Her Mistake
Chapter 22 – Disha is an Eager Whore
Chapter 23 – Karishma Sharma Introduces Herself
Chapter 24 – Rashmika Tells the Truth
Chapter 25 – Amy Jackson Earns the Scoop
Chapter 26 – Sharvari is Interested
Chapter 27 – The Award Function
Chapter 28 – Sharvari is Ready
Chapter 29 – Sharvari Tries Her Best
Chapter 30 – Sharvari Gets a Break
Chapter 31 – Exit the Party
Chapter 32 – Rhea is Curious About Her Future
Chapter 33 – Sonam is a Sister and a Spy
Chapter 34 – Nora Gets a Chance
Chapter 35 – The Shetty Sisters Plan
Chapter 36 – Back to Bombay
Chapter 37 – Parineeti Writes an Email
Chapter 38 – Rhea Sleeps with Vikas
Chapter 39 – Rhea Brings a Towel
Chapter 40 – Rashmika Dresses for Her Boss
Chapter 41 – Pooja Joins VisCom
Chapter 42 – Rani Has a Conference with Boss
Chapter 43 – Vikas Inducts Pooja into VisCom
Chapter 44 – Rashmika Takes On a Chore
My other books
Series Info
This is the eighth book in the series. In this book Vikas is still in Delhi with Rhea and the events of the fashion show are unfolding. When we last saw Rhea, she had just won the first prize in the fashion show. The story carries on in this book and follows Vikas and Rhea’s weekend. Toward the end of the book they return to Bombay, so you can rest assured that the story will continue as normal in the next book.
A quick recap for this series. In the first book Vikas meets Kajal, their romance grows and they get married. Vikas also takes control of his mother-in-law - Sonali. After his marriage with Kajal, Vikas takes her and her family on their honeymoon as a family trip.
The second book covers their journey on the honeymoon during which they travel to Indonesia, Malaysia and Thailand. They also take a cruise in those parts. On this journey, we find that Kajal enjoys it when Vikas claims pretty girls and tells her about it.
In the third book, Vikas and the rest of the family are back in Bombay and everybody goes back to their business. We meet a few more characters as Vikas continues to run and expand his business. His circle of influence grows and he conquers new beauties.
In the fourth book, Vikas has many opportunities where he meets beautiful women in his office, in his business sphere and in commercial alliances. He exploits these opportunities in his unique masterful style.
In the fifth book, Vikas works on expanding his business but also takes possession of some stunningly beautiful women, some as models but others in his business circle.
In the sixth book, Vikas is travelling to Delhi with Rhea for her fashion show. This book covers that journey and part of his first day in Delhi. You meet some of his old friends and some new ones that he makes because you know, Vikas is Vikas.
In the seventh book, Vikas was very much involved in the fashion show and although he had not come for that, he does have a lot of fun there. The fashion show is full of sexy, gorgeous girls who are not shy and do not mind mixing with a handsome ad-agency owner on a social level. When the seventh book ended Rhea had just won the first prize for her dress in the fashion show. This book continues from there.
The other books are also available on the same platforms as this book. The first six books are also available as two trilogy bundles.
This is the most popular series and as a result it has had some spin-off's based on the main premise. These are:
Flying High - 2 books
Angel Face - 1 book
Tammy Story - 1 book
Inviting Trouble - 1 book
Introduction
Just now when I was doing the title page for this book and updated the copyright notice, I observed that the old text said “2021”. Considering that today is the first day of 2023 that seemed a bit weird to me. After checking back in the records I found that it is shamefully true, the last book in this series was published in the October of 2021.
To not write a series for a whole year would be a bad thing in itself but to do that to a series which I claim to have close to my heart, that’s unforgivable. Still, if there is any excuse for it, it is that I did publish spin-off’s from this series in this period. I published two books in the Flying High series and the first book of the Angel Face series. Both were well-received by the fans of the Man of Power series.
Still, I feel that I have treated this series badly and I promise not to repeat such an offence. I am happy to present this book, the eighth in the series, with a reassurance that the mainline story carries on strong. There is still a lot of story that I have to tell in this and I hope to publish at least one more book in the main storyline in this year.
One of the reasons for the delay in this book was my desire to re-jig the story line. I felt that the story was getting too bogged down in the Delhi fashion show events with too many characters asking for space and the main story taking a backseat to the Delhi events. Two books about the events of one weekend and still going on?
I wanted to curtail the Delhi story and get a move on with the main story. I did not fully succeed in it as this book still takes place mostly in Delhi but one reason for that was the choice of the readers. As I often do, I polled my reddit community members to ask which characters they wanted to see focus on in the story and gave them some space. One thing I did was to keep the parallel events going in Bombay so that those characters are not ignored.
All in all, I feel that I have been able to find the right balance between covering the fashion show weekend and moving the story along, but the final judge are you guys - the readers. You can tell me if I succeeded in making this a fun, readable story or not.
Thank you for giving this series so much love. I hope you enjoy this book as well. As always, I will wait for your feedback on the book.
Chapter 1 – Arpita is Curious
While the reporters were setting up and making demands about moving stuff, which Aditi Govitrikar was getting done, a pretty girl came over to Rhea.
“Hi, Rhea! Congratulations.” She said “Such a well-deserved win. I am Arpita Mehta.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Rhea smiled wide “Of course, I know who you are.”
“Oh, please, just call me Arpita. We are almost the same age.”
She was not wrong. She was young and beautiful like a model as well as an upcoming designer.
“But I look up to you, Arpita. Your show tonight was so amazing.” Rhea said “I didn’t even want to go on after that.”
“Nonsense. I have had a few contracts but I am also just making my brand. And I am sure you will do great as well. I am assuming you will be starting your own label?”
“I am not sure, Arpita.” Rhea said cautiously “I might do a job first for a few years. I will follow my jiju’s advice, whatever he says, I will do.”
“Yes, I wanted to talk to you about him,” Arpita grabbed the chance “you brother-in-law, what does he do?”
“He owns an ad agency in Bombay.”
“Oh, nice. I did notice him earlier when he was taking photos.” Arpita said “He is very handsome. I would have thought he was a filmstar but someone told me he is a businessman.”
You could not go wrong praising Vikas in front of Rhea. Her face lit up “Yes, he is very dashing, but he is really a businessman. His agency makes a lot of print and TV ads.”
“Wow, awesome! Does he have a fashion designer working under him?” Arpita tried to hide her emotions “I mean he will have you, when you are ready, of course.”
“He will always have me under him,” Rhea nodded “but I am not a designer yet. As far as I know he doesn’t have a full time fashion designer under him.”
“I would love to try for a position under him, do you think he might be interested in me?”
Rhea nodded “You are beautiful and you are a great designer. I am sure he will be interested if you offered. He likes beautiful girls so I am sure he will listen to your offer. He doesn’t like girls in jeans, but he will probably make an allowance in your case.”
Arpita looked down at her ripped jeans “Oh! What does he like his girls in?”
“Short dresses and micromini’s.” Rhea grinned.
“Rhea, are you ready?” Amy asked.
“Yes, one second.” Rhea said.
Arpita said “Can I give you my number? Please ask him to text me. I would love to have a private meeting with him.”
Rhea gave Arpita her phone “Sure. But we are only in Delhi for one more day so....”
“I will make time whenever he wants.” Arpita said.
She handed Rhea her phone back and said “Good luck with the interview and congratulations again.”
Rhea thanked her and then was monopolised by the reporters.
Chapter 2 – Vikas Says Goodnight to Karishma
Vikas left Rhea with the reporters to do interviews and photos while he saw Sanjay and Karishma to their car.
Karishma was wearing a blue sequin minidress with two straps that crossed once over her back and left her back fully bare. It had a nice, deep cleavage, showing her heavy, milky white tits with their natural sag. It ended just below her upper thighs and as usual when with Vikas, she was not wearing any panties. Her heels were 7” high black stilettos with 3” platforms.
She stayed close to him as they walked and kept his hand on her lower back, caressing her smooth, bare skin. He let his hand slide down to cup her ass cheek and squeezed her ass as they walked down the deserted car parking towards Sanjay’s Mercedes.
“Alright, Vikas, it’s been nice to....” Sanjay said then his jaw dropped “Man! What are you doing, this is a public place!”
Vikas didn’t bother to answer him, he simply grabbed Karishma by the hair and bent her over the hood of Sanjay’s car which was facing into the central aisle. Karishma didn’t give him any resistance. She placed her hands on the car hood and pushed her ass back. He slapped her ass “Spread your legs, whore!”
Karishma obeyed. Her breath was hot and ragged as Vikas took charge of her. Sanjay was looking around with bewilderment to see if anyone came but Vikas simply opened his zip and pulled his cock out. It was hard like a pole sticking out of his pants.
“Watch the stairs, Sanjay, while I give this whore what she needs.” Vikas said and stuffed his thick beast into Karishma’s hot, wet cunt, sinking it deep in the first thrust itself.
“Ah, mumma!” Karishma screamed “Please ask him to stop, baby. He is going to make me scream. Anyone can come and see me getting fucked like a whore. I am a respectable woman, he’s going to ruin my reputation.”
Vikas held her by the hair and started sawing in and out of her wet cunt, making her moan and grunt as his cock fucked her so deep that her body was already getting very excited. Being fucked openly in a public place where anyone might walk in any moment was bringing out her inner whore and she was moaning non-stop while her pussy enjoyed being demolished by Vikas’ monster dick. Karishma could feel the car hood flex under her hands as Vikas drilled her with long, hard strokes.
“Oh god!” She yelped as his cockhead hit her cervix and the hot pain flooded her body. The next moment she screamed again as her pussy exploded with the overdose of sexual excitement, shaking her body to its core. Karishma pushed hungrily back, taking Vikas’ long hard cock deeper into her wet, needy cunt. He slapped her bare ass and kept drilling her hard, not showing any mercy on her gorgeous, delicate body, treating her like a cheap whore rather than the high society woman that she was. Sanjay’s dick was hard in his pants as he watched his wife being turned into a whore but he dared not take it out. He was rubbing it over the pants while he watched Vikas drill his wife’s cunt like she belonged to him.
It took Karishma only a minute to reach her next orgasm. Just the feeling of being completely helpless in his hands with no control over anything was a huge turn on for Karishma. Having Sanjay nearby and unable to help her only intensified her arousal. She felt proud that she was the property of a man who was so powerful that even her rich businessman husband was unable to keep him from fucking her like a whore. After Vikas took possession of her in college, he had fucked her in many different places, some of them public as well. There was a college dance in which Karishma had taken his cock in her in a green room while Sanjay kept watch.
But this car park was the most public place he had ever fucked her. There was no door, no curtain, anybody could walk down the stairs at any time and see her getting drilled on the car hood like a cheap whore. The degrading thoughts made her hot and she came again right on the tail of the last orgasm. Vikas waited until she was fully in the grip of the orgasm then pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it into her ass. He grabbed her ass and stuffed several inches of his massive, brutal cock into her tight ass with the first thrust itself.
“Hay mar gayee!” Karishma screamed “Sanjay, Vikas meri gaand maar raha hai. Please ask him to stop, baby. His big cock hurts so much. Hay, ma!”
“Vikas, not her ass, man! Not here.” Sanjay said “It’s too public. You know she has a tight ass.”
“Shut up and keep watching the stairs.” Vikas told him “She is my whore I will use her anyway I want. If you talk too much I will make you lick her cum from the floor.”
“Oh god!” Sanjay looked at the dirty floor and the pool of Karishma’s cum between her high heels. He shut up and turned toward the stairs.
Just then a couple climbed down the stairs and looked in the direction of Karishma’s moans and grunts. Fortunately, their car was near the stairs. They got in it but kept turning their necks toward Karishma. Vikas grabbed Karishma’s shoulders and drilled her ass back and forth with his hard cock reaching deeper into her anal canal and making her moan non-stop. The couple drove by them on their way out. The husband was driving. He slowed as he passed. The wife was a young, beautiful girl in a sleeveless dress. She made eye contact with Vikas and winked. He winked back and continued fucking Karishma.
The slow drive-by of the couple made Karishma incredibly hot as she felt how boldly and openly Vikas was using her like a whore. Right there in the public car park she was taking his cock up her ass. She came again and the intense orgasm turned her bones to jelly. She collapsed on her elbows on the car hood as her whole body shook with the strong waves of her anal orgasm. Vikas showed her no mercy. He kept jamming his cock deeper and harder into her ass, using her ruthlessly.
Even more than having his throbbing cock in her ass it was his knowledge that made Karishma helplessly hot. Everybody knew what distinguished lineage Karishma came from. People in her circle knew her as a rich, classy lady with a businessman husband. They respected her and deferred to her in all important matters. But Vikas knew the whore she was. He knew that she had taken his cock up her ass in their very first meeting. He had done the photoshoot with her and after that Karishma had asked him to fuck her. She, had asked him to fuck her. She had never asked a man to fuck her before. He had not only nailed her like a bitch, he had made her say that she was his bitch. The humiliation and degradation she had faced at his hands that day, she had instantly become addicted to it.
Nobody knew her like he did. Nobody could turn her into a wanton whore in two seconds like he could. He had fucked her in front of her boyfriend so many times. She had sucked his cum-soaked in front of her boyfriend. He had not stopped even after she married that boyfriend and he became her husband. Why, even on her wedding night....
“Ah, Vikas!” She screamed and came again. Her orgasms were coming one after the other now. Her pussy could not cool down. Having his dick demolishing her ass like a monster was the hottest thing she could experience. Being in his control and made to surrender her ass to his dick, it always drove her crazy with erotic heat. She could not control her body as it seemed to throb with excess energy. She could feel every inch of her skin burning hot and getting hotter. She was crying and moaning with little regard to where she was, her complete focus was inside on her body.
“Vikas, someone is coming. Vikas!” Sanjay whispered urgently. A young woman came down the stairs and started walking towards them. Vikas saw her but continued pounding Karishma as before. She could not do anything even if she wanted to. She was fully in his control. Not only was he keeping her hair in his grip and holding her like a bitch on leash, his cock was jammed so deep inside her ass that she could not have moved except how he wanted her to.
The girl’s car just happened to be parked right opposite Sanjay’s car. As she walked close Sanjay avoided eye contact and moved to the side. Vikas continued to fuck Karishma’s ass even as he looked at the girl. The young woman avoided his eyes, then looked at Karishma again. She was fascinated by Vikas’ massive dick disappearing into Karishma’s anus. She got in her car and turned the engine on. Her headlights bathed Karishma and Vikas in bright light. Karishma’s body jerked and she came with a loud scream. Her body collapsed on the hood of the car. Vikas held her down and kept drilling her ass, slamming her soft, delicate body into the car with rough, ruthless thrusts.
It took the young woman several minutes to drive away. She kept staring at Karishma’s destruction through the windscreen with fascination. But finally she had to drive away. Sanjay came in his pants and let out a loud moan. Vikas bent over Karishma and said “You are shameless little whore, Lolo.”
She nodded “I am your dirty little randi, baby. Tumhari randi hoon poori tarah se.”
[I am completely your whore.]
Vikas’ cock exploded so hard he shook the car with his rough, forceful strokes. Karishma screamed and came with him. Her tits getting ground roughly on the smooth, cold metal of the car hood was too much for her to bear. She cried and whimpered as her pussy pumped out her cum on the dirty floor. Vikas pulled out of her ass before he was done cumming and pumped the last load of his hot cum into her mouth. Karishma sat on her haunches and sucked his cock clean, eating all his cum like she was born to be his cumslut.
“God, it’s been great to have you in Delhi, man!” Sanjay said.
“I agree, Sir. I was lost without my owner.” Karishma nodded, she took his hand and stood up “Please, Vikas, please take possession of me like you had in college. I really feel alive when I am living as your whore.”
“Next time, you two can come to Bombay. Come and meet Kajal, you will like her.” Vikas said “And you must think about opening a branch of your company in Bombay.”
“Will you help me?” Sanjay said.
“Of course.” Vikas said. He helped Karishma into the car.
“Then I will look into it. We will come to Bombay and I will look around for an option to start a branch there.”
“Awesome.”
Karishma put her hand on his hand “I know you can’t nail me tomorrow but I am still looking forward to seeing you in the morning.”
Vikas smiled and caressed her cheek “Likewise, darling. Sanjay, take care of my pet bitch, ok?”
“Sure, bro.” Sanjay said.
“Oh, by the way, Sanjay, my laptop charger is not working. Can you get Sandeepa to bring me a new one?”
“Yes, of course, buddy.” Sanjay said “I will send her first thing in the morning.”
“No, I am going to take Rhea out for a celebration now, so might sleep late. Send her in the afternoon.”
“Will do.” Sanjay said.
Then they drove away and Vikas started back towards the main building.
Chapter 3 – Rhea’s Moment of Fame
Rhea enjoyed posing for photos and answer questions for the reporters and bloggers. Finally, they ran out of questions and left her alone.
“Come on, Shanvi.” She said to her fellow student “Get ready. We will go celebrating after jiju comes back.”
“Let him come first, no?”
“No, no, he whispered to me when he was leaving, to be ready, we will go out when he comes back.” Rhea said “Go get ready. I am going to do the same.”
“Ok.”
Rhea got ready and waited for Shanvi.
“No, no, no, what are you wearing?” Rhea said as soon as Shanvi came back in. She was wearing a tank top and ripped jeans.
“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Shanvi looked at her clothes.
“You can’t wear jeans.” Rhea told her.
“But they look good. Everybody tells me I look great in them.”
“Jiju is not everybody. He doesn’t like pants on girls.”
“Oh, what should I wear then?”
“Don’t you have anything short and backless?”
“I have denim shorts.”
“No,” Rhea shook her head “don’t you have a miniskirt or dress?”
“Well, the only thing I have like that is a backless minidress, but it’s very short and fancy.”
“Cool. Wear that.”
“But Rhea, it’s very fancy. Like a party dress. It’s not suitable for casual hanging out.”
“Who are you going out with?” Rhea demanded.
“You and your jiju.”
“Then?”
“Ok.” Shanvi lowered her head “I will go change.”
“Good. And don’t wear panties under that dress.”
“But Rhea, it’s very short, like really short. It just barely covers my butt.”
“Perfect.”
“I can’t wear a bra with it because there’s no back. Now you are saying no panties also?”
“Not me.” Rhea said “Jiju’s rule.”
Shanvi nodded “Ok, I will remove the panties.”
“This is your only chance, Shanvi, don’t blow it.” Rhea warned.
“No, I won’t. I will do my best.” Shanvi promised.
When she came back this time she was wearing a full-sleeve sheer minidress that had red flowers printed all over it. The flowers were opaque rest of the dress showed a lot of her young, fair skin. It had a deep neck cut and no back at all. It went right to the edge of her ass crack but did not bare it. The hem of the dress was just two inches below the curve of her ass and Shanvi was feeling very weird as the cool air was caressing her bare pussy.
“Heels?” Rhea said.
“Umm, aren’t these ok for now?” Shanvi said, indicating her sensible shoes with 1” heels.
“Nope. Where are yours whore heels?”
“I put them in the suitcase.”
“Then take them out.” Rhea said “Whore heels are the best way to impress jiju.”
Shanvi nodded “I will take them out.” She put on her black stilettos with 8” high heels and 4” platforms. Proper whore heels.
“Nice.” Rhea approved “Panties?”
“They are off.” Shanvi nodded.
Rhea said “Good. I will check where’s jiju.” She took out her phone.
Chapter 4 – Amy Jackson Makes Her Best Effort
“Hello, Mister super jiju!” Amy stopped Vikas in the corridor.
“Excuse me?”
“Remember me? Amy Jackson, reporter?”
“Yes, I don’t forget pretty girls that easily.” Vikas smiled.
Amy turned to her cameraman “You go ahead, Justin. I will catch up with you.” Then she turned to Vikas “I just interviewed Rhea. She spent 90% of that time talking about how great you were.”
She advanced as she talked and Vikas retreated. He stopped when his back pressed on the wall. Amy stopped very close to him, very much in his intimate zone. He slipped his arm around her slim waist and she easily pressed even closer. His hand caressed her smooth, bare back in that black halter minidress that she was wearing. Vikas again noticed the vertical lines in the front of her dress that just barely covered her nipples, leaving the rest of milky white, braless tits visible through the sheer lines. The dress only covered up to her mid-thighs below which there were two layers of sheer frills. Vikas could feel her smooth, warm thighs rubbing on his thighs as they stood so close to each other in the deserted corridor.
“Jo kuchh nahin karte kamal karte hain.” Amy said in her heavy English accent.
“Kamaal.” Vikas smiled and rubbed her back “You remember?”
“I don’t forget things said by handsome hunks that easily.” Amy looked in his eyes and leaned in closer, her breath brushing his face.
“Colour me impressed.” Vikas said.
“Have you thought about letting me use that video clip?” Amy said “I really want it.”
“You are not getting it, I told you.” Vikas said but kept her close.
“Do you know that reporters can be total whores when it comes to getting a story?” Amy held his gaze as she told him that.
“Oh, can they?”
“Mhmmm, and I really want that clip.” Amy said “I would let you do anything to me if you let me use that clip.”
Vikas let his hand caress up on her bare back and pressed her into him, her soft tits pressing on his chest “And what do you think I would want to do to you?”
Amy’s breath was getting heavy, her voice was becoming more hoarse and slow “I think you will rip me part and teach me what a dirty little whore I am.”
He grinned and touched his cheek on hers as he spoke softly in her ear “Amy, you are such a dirty little whore.”
“Mmmm, yes, Sir. I am.” She said, pressing in until her tits were crushed on his chest “I would love you to drill me like a whore. My panties are off, I am ready for you to enter me and pound me like a bitch.”
Vikas licked her earlobe and pulled it into his mouth. She moaned.
“So what do you really want?”
“I....I want your dick in me, Sir.” She whispered back in a heavy voice “And I want that clip. You can use me like a dirty little whore if you give me permission for that clip.”
Vikas rolled with her and pinned her to the wall, his hard, thick rod pressing between her thighs. He ground it slowly on her pussy mound as he kissed her neck “You think that’s the only way I can get to nail you, slut?”
Amy moved her hips to grind her pussy on his cock, “Mmm god, no, you can bang me any time you want, but right now I want that clip so I will sacrifice my chance with you and say that you can only fuck me if you give me the clip.”
“Then, sweetheart,” Vikas pulled back gently and disengaged from her hot, gorgeous body “I will have to wish you goodnight.”
Before he could pull away too far, Amy grabbed his collar and pulled him in. He almost crashed into her. She turned her face up and pressed her soft lips on his lips. He let her kiss him at first but when she put her arm around his neck and parted her lips, he kissed her back, licking her bottom lip before slipping his tongue into her mouth and exploring hot, sweet mouth deep. She moaned and pulled him tighter until his cock was grinding on her pussy again. She opened her legs and humped his dick through the clothes in a needy, wanton manner.
They broke it when they got completely breathless. Vikas stayed close to her and she rubbed his back with both hands under his jacket. Even after she broke the kiss she didn’t stop grinding her hot pussy on his shaft, keeping her legs open.
“Okay, you know I am a little whore.” She said breathlessly.
Vikas slipped his hand inside her deep neck dress and kneaded her soft, bare breast hard. He pressed forward, keeping his hard cock grinding on her hot pussy as he crushed her ass to the wall.
“God, you are heartless.” She said, and turned her head up, breathing heavily.
He leaned down and kissed her neck. Then whispered in her ear “What do I need to do to nail you?”
“Nothing.” She pressed her cheek to his “You just need to open that zip and enter me. I will be your willing whore. Only that. Nothing else.”
Vikas bit her neck softly just below her jaw line. She moaned again.
“Happy now?” She said in his ear “You broke me. You made me your whore, ah,” She gasped as he pinched her nipple “mmm, and it took you only one minute. Now what?”
“Now what?” He looked in her eyes but kept grinding his cock between her legs and kneading her breast casually but hard.
Amy looked up at him “Now I appeal to you, as your whore, please find a way to let me have that clip. It will be really amazing for my piece on this show. And yes, I want your dick in me, not just for the clip, just for me. I want you to rip me apart and make me your whore.”
Vikas smiled “Here is my one and only offer. I can let you have an edited version of the clip, that I will edit myself. You won’t be allowed to play any other part of the video even if you get it from another source.”
“Deal.” Amy said “I know you run an ad agency, so I am confident that you will know exactly which parts will make the most emotional impact on the audience.”
“Yes, you can trust me on that.” Vikas smiled.
“And your dick? Please. Please fuck me.” Amy was very hot and grinding herself against him continuously.
Vikas shook his head “I can’t.”
“You don’t believe me that I am not trying to seduce you for the clip any more?” Amy wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him. She pressed her lips to his cheek next to his ear “I really do want you to make me your whore.”
“I believe you.” He said and kissed her neck.
“Then why wouldn’t you just open your zip and pound me into this wall?” She grabbed his ass with one hand and pressed him into her, showing him what she meant.
“Because I am taking Rhea out for a celebration drink.” Vikas bit her earlobe. She squirmed in his grip.
“Later tonight?” Amy offered.
Vikas pulled her dress open and bared her breast. He took the time to suck her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue then looked at her “She will be with me all night.”
“God, you are heartless!” Amy grabbed his head and pressed his mouth on her breast again. Vikas sucked it hard, letting his teeth graze on the soft, firm slope of her breast.
“You are torturing me like that and refusing to make me your whore at the same time.” She said pushing her chest forward.
He stopped and looked in her eyes “Which one should I stop?”
“Keep torturing me,” She said “and tell me when you will fuck me.”
Vikas bared her other breast also and sucked it hard while kneading the first one roughly in his hand. Then he swapped between them.
“God, I have never seen a man more heartless than you.” She gasped, pushing with her hips, grinding her pussy on his dick.
Before Vikas could reply his phone rang. He answered it “Hi, babe!”
“Where are you, jiju?” Amy heard Rhea’s voice “We are just waiting for you.”
“I am just on my way, darling. I will be there in two minutes.”
“Ok, jiju. Please come soon.”
Vikas hung up the phone and looked at Amy. “I need to go, gorgeous.” He said as he pulled back.
Amy reached out and grabbed his coat collar with both hands “Tomorrow? Will you fuck me tomorrow? Please?”
“Where?” Vikas said and crushed her tits in his heavy, strong hands again.
“Mmmm, my office? My place? Your place?” Amy said “Anywhere you want.”
“Tomorrow afternoon. I will bring the video clip and nail you in your office. How’s that?”
“Sounds like heaven.”
“Ok then,” Suddenly Vikas lifted his hand and slapped her left breast “See you tomorrow.”
Amy grabbed his wrist as he started to move and pushed right breast forward “Balance things, please!”
He smiled and slapped her right breast, making it bounce like the other one. Amy yelped and moaned.
“You could have fucked me in this time.” She said.
“No, I could not,” he looked in her eyes “believe me!”
“Really? Wow!”
He kissed her cheek “Pound you tomorrow, my whore.”
“Mmmm, thank you. Goodnight, Sir.” Amy stayed, resting back on the wall for a few minutes after he went.
Chapter 5 – Winners Circle
Vikas found a place called Junkyard Café which was in driving distance and was open till late. He took Rhea there with him. Rhea took Shanvi with her and Shanvi called Tushar Kapoor also who had won third place tonight. Tushar and Hebah were close friends and they were going to sleep at the same place. Hebah took that chance to come with them.
When Nora found out about the plan she begged Garima to get in and bring her along. Garima asked Vikas to join and he said yes for both Garima and Nora. They were a large group when they entered Junkyard Café. They captured a sitting area that had four sofas arranged in a square. They ordered drinks and toasted to the winners of tonight. Rhea stayed close with Vikas the whole time. In this group she was not his sister-in-law, she was his girlfriend. She was loving that feeling and savouring it.
There was a small dance floor next to their sitting area. After a couple of drinks, most of them were on that. Only Rhea, Shanvi and Vikas were still sitting. Garima came and dragged them up as well.
“You can’t sit when your whore is dancing, Sir.” She told Vikas.
“Oh, is that so?” Vikas said, but he went with her.
The dance had no pattern or sequence, only happy, drunk movements that had no meaning in the grand scheme of things. Garima put her arms around Vikas’ neck and danced with him. She pressed close and talked in his ear.
“Sir, this is your time with Rhea, so I won’t stay long, but I would love it if you could find some time to pound me tomorrow. I know I will miss your dick in me tonight.”
Vikas kissed her cheek and held her close “Call me tomorrow and we will see.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Garima clung to him “Have I told you how much I appreciate you taking me in your possession?”
“Not in the last one hour.”
“So bad of me.” She pressed her soft, warm cheek to his cheek and spoke softly in his ear “I am really thankful that you made me your property. I am your whore now and very grateful for the opportunity to serve you.” She looked in his eyes “Will that do for now? I will tell you again in the morning.”
Vikas pulled her close and kissed her on the lips. Garima immediately melted in his arms, pressing her lips against his hot, demanding lips and giving him full control over herself. Neither of them cared that they were fully visible to the others and shared a very intimate, long kiss.
Then Garima announced to the group that she was leaving. Nora came to Vikas as they were saying bye “Sir, I am sorry, I didn’t get a chance to spend time with you. I need to go now but I would like to see you tomorrow.”
He nodded and pulled her close with his arm around her waist “I will see you tomorrow, pet.”
She turned her face up and he kissed her, not as intimately as he had kissed Garima but still a kiss on the lips crushing her soft lips with his lips making her submit. Nora hugged him tight and parted her lips. He teased her lips with his tongue but didn’t push his tongue deep into her mouth as she wanted. Letting his hand slip down he squeezed her ass as he broke the kiss.
Nora smiled “Thank you so much, Sir.”
“Goodnight, doll.” He said. Nora replied and went out smiling.
“May I dance with you, Sir?” Hebah came to Vikas even before Nora had cleared.
“Sure, darling.” Vikas said “We are all dancing together it seems.”
“Not that kind of dance, Sir.” Hebah stepped closer and put her arms around his neck. She was wearing a skintight tube dress in cotton. It was black and sparkly which looked amazing against her dusky skin. It started low on her chest, showing a big part of her tits and finished an inch below the curve of her ass cheeks, showing the bottom of her ass cheeks when she moved. The dress was thin and she didn’t have any bra or panties under it. She was wearing her 7” high stilettos now that had 3” platforms. Vikas could feel her young, sculpted body through the thin fabric as he closed his arm around her slender form.
“I am your willing slut Hebah Patel, Sir,” she said in his ear as she placed her cheek on his shoulder “Did you forget me?”
Vikas squeezed her ass in that thin dress “I had your wet panties in my pocket to remind me.”
Hebah danced very close, focusing more on grinding her soft, warm body against his body than the dance steps “Aditi said she got a chance to show you her slut skills. When will I get my chance, Sir?”
“I can’t say, darling.” He said, keeping her close in his arms “Tonight I am celebrating with Rhea. Then tomorrow you know, busy day. Why don’t we keep it for Bombay, I will have proper time then? There’s no need to rush.”
She pressed her tits on his chest and kept rubbing his cheek with her soft, smooth cheek “Sir, you know, I want to be your slut.”
“We both know you are going to be my slut, Hebah,” Vikas said “that’s why I am saying, no need to rush it. We will meet in Bombay when I can properly take you in my possession.”
Hebah pouted “Ok, Sir. You won’t forget me, will you?”
“You will come and remind me, darling. I am inviting you now to come to my office.” Vikas said.
That made her smile “Alright, Sir. I will come and see you there.”
Just then Tushar came over and tapped her on the shoulder “Hebah, we need to go. If we get late, we can’t get into the hostel.”
“Sorry, Sir,” Hebah said to Vikas “I am staying at Tushar’s friend’s hostel tonight. May I go?”
He squeezed her ass and kissed her softly “Alright, gorgeous, I will see you tomorrow at the award dinner anyway.”
“We are not invited, Sir.” Hebah said “Only the designers and celebrities.”
“I am inviting you, girl, come and see me there.” He said.
Hebah smiled “Thank you, Sir. I will come for sure then.”
She went and Vikas went to the bar.
“Umm....Sir?”
Vikas turned “Oh, hi, Shanvi. What do you want to drink?”
“Nothing, Sir. I am ok. I just wanted to talk to you.”
“You can’t talk to me until you order a drink.”
“Umm, Sir, what are you drinking?”
“Vodka and orange juice.”
“Is it very strong?”
“Not really. I drink it because the juice rehydrates you and you don’t get a hangover.”
“Oh, then I will have that also, please.”
“Sure.” Vikas ordered their drinks then turned to her “Alright, Shanvi, what’s on your mind?”
Taking a step closer to him, Shanvi looked in his eyes “Sir, I don’t know if Rhea has told you about our business plan or not....”
“Not yet, but we haven’t had a chance to talk privately in all this chaos.” Vikas looked at her “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Shanvi nodded “Sir, Rhea said she is thinking about starting her own fashion label. I asked her if I can join her and she said she would be interested to let me join as a partner.”
Vikas nodded “That sounds like a great idea. You two seem to be getting along well and you are obviously very talented as evidenced by the prizes.”
“Thank you so much, Sir.” Shanvi smiled and looked even hotter “Rhea said you would be helping her in setting up her business.”
“Well, of course, she is my girl.” Vikas said “I will help her with whatever she needs.”
Shanvi took a half step closer to him “She told me that she belongs to you, Sir. And....well....and she says if I am going to be her business partner, I need to belong to you as well.”
“Belong to me in what way?” Vikas raised an eyebrow.
“The same way she does, Sir.” Shanvi stood close to him and looked up in his eyes “She is your property and I need to be your property as well.”
“You need to be my property just to work with her?”
Shanvi nodded “Yes, Sir. I need to surrender to you, she says, become completely your possession.”
“Hmm, I don’t see the need for that.” Vikas said “Why did she say that?”
“I am doing it for her own sake, Jiju.” Rhea said as she came up behind Vikas and hugged him from behind.
“For her sake?” Vikas said “Wait, let’s go sit and talk like normal people.”
They went back to the sofas. Rhea cuddled up between Vikas’ legs. Shanvi also came and sat next to him.
“So, tell me now why were you telling Shanvi to belong to me just to do business with you?” Vikas kept his arm around Rhea’s body and pressed her back into his chest.
“Jiju, I have already told her that I belong to you,” Rhea put her head on his shoulder “and when she works with me she will see me being your good little bitch. It will be too tempting for her and she will be distracted and depressed. How can she do her best work in that condition?”
“Do you listen to yourself or you are already sure that you are spouting nonsense?” Vikas said.
“She is not wrong Sir.” Shanvi said softly “I am already jealous of her being your property. But if I am also your possession then it won’t be a problem.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she spoke.
“Don’t be taken in by her marketing, Shanvi,” Vikas said “you will be fine. Go for the business deal.”
“But Sir, what if....”
Whatever Shanvi was about to ask got interrupted as Hebah Patel came in again.
“Vikas! Vikas Sir?” She came to him “I am in big trouble, can you please help me?”
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“Sir, I was going to stay with his friend of Tushar’s in his hostel room. But we were late and his hostel gates are closed. We can’t get in. Now, we have no place to stay. You seem to know this city. Can you suggest where we can go? Please, we need help. Tushar is also new here.”
“Hmmm, why don’t you come and stay with us?” Vikas said “We are staying in a big place and there is one bedroom spare.”
“Oh, can we, Sir? That would be wonderful.” Hebah said “Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”
That effectively broke up the party and Shanvi didn’t get to have her say. Hebah and Tushar went with Vikas and Rhea to the farmhouse.
Chapter 6 – Rhea with Vikas
Rhea put on her sheer short nightie and came to bed. The nightie was not much of a cover as she got in bed with Vikas and pressed close to him.
“Why are you wearing a nightie?” Vikas said.
“Just to look pretty, so you would want to fuck me.” Rhea smiled. With her young, gorgeous face, that naughty smile would make any man instantly hard. Vikas was not immune to this either. He pushed the covers away and turned to her.
“You think I would spare you tonight?” He said “You are the hottest designer in Delhi tonight, and you are my property. What are you?”
Rhea was already breathing heavily as her body was very aroused just from being in the same room with him. She breathed “Your property.” and pressed into him, moulding her curves to his hard body as she kissed him on the lips.
Chapter 7 – Night Meeting with Hebah
Vikas came out on the balcony. The moon was nearly full and in the soft light even the simple town of NOIDA was looking wistfully serene.
“So beautiful, isn’t it?”
He turned to see Hebah on the next balcony. She was wearing a white sheer nightie that was just reaching her mid-thighs. Her white lace thong was clearly visible in the sheer fabric even in the dim moonlight. She was not wearing a bra. Her young, full tits were proudly clinging to the thin fabric, her nipples poking through it were visibly hard.
“I could say that same thing about you.” He smiled as he looked her up and down.
She shook her head “I would not believe you.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t?” He smiled.
“Nope.” She put her hands on the railing separating the two balconies “You will need to show me if you want me to believe you.”
“Maybe I don’t care if you believe me or not.” He also put his hands on the railing.
Hebah reached under her nightie and pulled down her thong “Maybe I want you to care.”
She dropped the panties on a chair and stood with her legs open, her bare, smooth pussy showing clearly through the sheer nightie now in the moonlight.
“I am thinking about it.” He said.
“Perhaps I could come into your room and you could think about it while you pin me under you on the bed?” She leaned in closer and Vikas got a whiff of a sexy perfume mixed with the sexy smell of her young, gorgeous body.
He looked into his room. Rhea was asleep on the bed. She had had a busy day and was quite tired even when they were fucking. After two orgasms she had been completely wiped out. He had let her go to sleep. He had not even cum in her this time.
“Rhea is asleep.” He said softly.
“Do you want to come in here?” Hebah suggested.
“What about your roommate?”
“Tushar is fast asleep.” She said.
“He didn’t nail you first?” Vikas said “He should have taken advantage of the golden opportunity.”
“Sir, Tushar is gay.” Hebah said “I am quite safe with him.”
“His loss is my gain.”
“Then come and take your gain.” Hebah said.
Vikas motioned her to move back. He climbed over the railing and dropped into her balcony quietly. She slipped her nightie over her shoulders and dropped it on the chair where her thong was. Vikas was only wearing pyjama pants. He took them off and dropped them on the same chair.
Hebah came to him and put her arms around his neck “Yahin loge ya andar?”
[You will fuck me here or inside?]
“Andar.” He said but also pulled her to him. He lifted her leg and put her foot on the chair opening her thighs wide. He looked at her with his cock almost touching her pussy.
[Inside.]
She nodded and whispered “Daal do, I am ready.”
[Enter me.]
Pressing his cockhead on her pussy hole, Vikas pushed with his hips and slid his hard cock up into her cunt. Hebah’s breath got stuck in her throat as the thick, meaty rod stretched her young pussy and invaded her body deeper inch by inch.
“Ah!” She exhaled when he stopped with his cock about halfway in her pussy. She could feel him throbbing inside her. She pressed her mouth to his neck and sucked just below his jaw to try and bear the pain of having that monster buried in her tight pussy. Still she could not help but move her hips to enjoy the pain it caused when his cockhead ground on her pussy walls. She whimpered as he continued to grind her hips “Sir....ah, Sir.”
Vikas grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them as he touched his lips to her ear “Who is my slut, Hebah?”
“Mmmm, I am your slut, Sir.” Hebah moaned as he moved his cock and fucked her slowly in and out “Hebah is your personal slut. Fuck me like your slut, Sir. I so want to be your possession.”
“Legs up!” Vikas kept her ass in his hands and pulled her up. Hebah wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Ah, mumma!” She cried out as her own weight brought her body down on his cock and his thick, massive cock penetrated her cunt painfully deep. She put her arms around his neck and clung to him, tears from her eyes dripping on his shoulder.
Vikas moved forward with her in his arms and Hebah yelped as his huge cock fucked her pussy brutally deep in this position. Her pussy was throbbing with the pain but her body was buzzing with the sexual charge and she wanted more of this. She was holding her breath to ride out the pain but also moving her ass up and down to try and fuck herself on this throbbing monster that felt so good inside her. Her tits were flattened on his bare chest as she kept herself tight against his body. Her hot, erect nipples digging into his skin were making his cock pulse in her cunt. Hebah was feeling the combination of the erotic and painful feelings push her body to the very edge and she suspected she would not last very long.
He took her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed without letting his cock slide out of her wet, slippery cunt. Gripping her shoulders he started drilling her tight, young pussy, keeping it stretched around his cock like a latex glove. As his chest ground on her tits, Hebah lost all control.
“Oh, god, baby!” She screamed as her pussy exploded like there were fireworks inside her. She grabbed his buttocks and pushed herself up, hungry for him to pound her harder. His hard strokes slammed her ass into the bed as he kept ramming her cervix with his cockhead, making her yelp with the brutally deep thrusts.
Tushar woke up from her screams and sat up in bed.
“What are you doing to her?” He said.
“He is making me his bitch, Tushar,” Hebah breathed “you go to sleep, honey. Please, Sir. Don’t stop. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I am your bitch. Ah, baby. Yes!”
Vikas rolled his hips and fucked her hard, jamming his cock fully deep so it was grinding on her cervix and taking her breath away. Tushar watched fascinated as Vikas' massive cock drilled Hebah’s tight, young pussy and she gasped with the powerful thrusts of his cock but kept begging him not to stop. She came hard again within a few seconds of her first orgasm.
“You want to be my bitch?” Vikas looked at her beautiful young face twisted in the sweet agony of the orgasm.
“Anh! Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.” She moaned and nodded.
“How can you become my bitch unless I break you first?” Vikas lowered his head on her chest and sucked her tits hard in his mouth, giving attention to both firm, proud mounds one by one.
“Oh, god!” Hebah whimpered as her pussy spiked at the touch of his tongue to her nipples “Yes, baby. Break me, na. Break me like fuckmeat. I am not stopping you. I want you to break me. I want you to own me. Please, Vikas Sir. I want this. I want it so bad.”
Vikas moved his face to hers and pressed his lips on her hot, luscious lips. She parted her lips and invited his tongue to fuck her mouth by licking his tongue. Vikas slid his tongue into her mouth and fucked her hot, sweet mouth in and out while he continued to pound her cunt, breaking her thoroughly with his forceful drilling. His chest was grinding down on her tits and her nipples grating on his chest was exciting for both Hebah and Vikas. He kept her pinned under him and fucked her harder giving her no choice but to surrender to each assault of his powerful cock.
“Mmmm, yes, baby!” She cried out again as her pussy erupted once more right on the tail of the last orgasm. She dug her nails into Vikas’s back and squeezed her tight against him as she gasped “Tod do mujhe. Mujhe yehi chahiye. I want to be your bitch, Sir. Please, please, don’t stop fucking me. Ah, baby, yes, pound me like that. Aise hi ragad ke chodo mujhe.”
[Break me. I want only that....Pound me just like that.]
Tushar was watching spellbound as Vikas was using Hebah hard and she was arching her back, lifting her ass off the bed as she begged him to keep fucking her. He moved closer and stroked her hair. When Hebah’s orgasm subsided slowly, she looked at Tushar and smiled.
“Are you ok, honey?” Tushar kept stroking her hair.
“Mhmm.” Hebah nodded “I am good, so good.”
“I have never seen someone break a girl like that, so hard.” Tushar said “And you are such a young beauty. Boys are always chasing you like drooling dogs.”
“But this is what I need, Tushar. I don’t need those drooling idiots, I need a real man like him.” She reached up and caressed Vikas’ cheek “I am going to be his bitch, Tushar. You will make me your bitch, won’t you, Sir? You said I could come to your office and you will make me your bitch.”
Vikas smiled “I don’t remember saying that I will make you my bitch but I did say you need to come to my office.”
“So you won’t make me your bitch?” Hebah looked at him in alarm.
“How can I say that?” Vikas smiled “You are a young beauty like Tushar said. I can’t leave you to the drooling dogs. They don’t deserve you.”
“What do I deserve, Sir?” Hebah smiled.
“You deserve to be my bitch. My personal possession.” Vikas said, speeding up his strokes again.
“Mmmm, yes! I love it from your mouth.” Hebah said “I am so coming to your office in the shortest possible dress and without any panties so you can just jam your dick in me when you see me.”
That image made Vikas' cock throb in her cunt. He started drilling her with smooth, deep strokes “Will that be what you want?”
“Oh yes, Sir.” Hebah nodded “I would want you to feel free to nail me anywhere, anywhere you wanted. Your bitch, remember? Always ready for your use.”
All this talk about owning her as his bitch was turning Vikas on even more and his hard strokes were pushing Hebah closer to the edge again. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth just below his jaw line.
“Chodo, zor se chodo!” She breathed in his ear “Tod do mujhe poori tarah. Aap ki kutiya banne ke liye aaoungi main. Bana lo mujhe apni kutiya.”
[Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Break me completely. I will come to become your bitch. Make me your bitch.]
His cock exploded in her cunt and as his hot load flowed into her young womb, Hebah cried out and her pussy erupted as well. The combined heat made her gasp and she pushed up, arching her back to invite him to drill her deeper with his cock. He slammed his cock deep into her cunt, pumping his hot load into her womb, clearly marking her as his property.
It took a long time, but finally he stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out of her messy, used cunt. Moving up along her naked body, Vikas smeared her hot, firm tits in his cum, rubbing his cock on her nipples and all around them. Hebah moaned and squeezed her tits together so he could fuck them with his messy, cum-drenched cock.
“Mmmm, I am your cumdump now.” She moaned “I can’t thank you enough for making time to claim me. I can’t explain what it means to me. Thank you so much, Sir.”
“You are welcome, cumdump.” Vikas smiled and put his cockhead on her lips.
Hebah opened her mouth and started to suck his cock clean, eating his cum, making a face that showed how much she was loving his taste.
Chapter 8 – Shriya Must Submit to Her Destiny
Shriya was feeling quite nervous entering her mother-in-law’s house. She had come here many times and lived here for short periods as well but she found that familiar as the house was to her, it seemed to have a different buzz when Vikas was there. He had arrived earlier today and Shriya had decided that she wanted to come and visit. Hemant was in a lazy mood and didn’t want to come but Shriya was adamant that she must “Congratulate Rhea on winning the first prize.” When she had said she would go alone, Hemant had relented and grudgingly decided to come. Recently Vikas had bought a big screen TV for Sonali’s living room and Hemant thought at least he could watch today’s cricket match there if he had to go there.
“Is that what you are wearing?” He had looked at her super skimpy outfit.
“What’s wrong with this?” She had demanded.
“Not wrong, but....it’s a bit....your skin is...I mean, you almost....” Hemant tried to find the right words “That’s a middle class colony, Shriya. People will stare.”
“And...? Am I not worth staring at?”
She was any day worth staring at and people, especially men, did usually turn in the street to look at her. But today she was much more worth staring. She was wearing a black cotton top which was short and loose. It bared her right shoulder and even the top of her right breast. She was not wearing a bra and the thin top clung to her full, firm tits. It was not skintight but tight enough to outline her tits when she moved. It was not reaching more than an inch below her tits, leaving all of her midriff bare. If she raised her arm a certain way, the bottom of her left breast peeked out from under the little top.
Her midriff was bare, completely. Her skirt was a short micromini that started well below her navel and hugged her ass tight. It was black silk with gold patterns on it. This was skin tight and did not cover anything below her upper thighs. Shriya did not wear panties but it made her more nervous as the skirt was extremely short and she had never gone out like that without panties. No, she had. She had gone out in a dress shorter and skimpier than this in Thailand, when going dancing with Vikas. She remembered well what had happened that night. After a steamy, lustful dance Vikas had taken her to his room and fucked her brains out all night. She didn’t have any hope that that would happen today but she did want Vikas to look at her tonight.
She put on her black stilettos that had 8” heels and 2” platforms. The shoes and the outfit were both bought for her in Thailand by Vikas. She brushed her hair straight down and let it loose on her shoulder. She let it flow down her left shoulder so it was not covering her bare shoulder or her back. She had spent an hour doing her make up just right. She put on red lipstick, in the bright shade that Vikas liked.
To Hemant’s immense relief she put on a long jacket. He had been worried about taking her on the train looking like that. She did look dynamite in that outfit and Hemant was right to be worried.
When they got to Sonali’s, Shriya took off her jacket as soon as they entered. She gave the jacket to Hemant and went inside. She looked for Vikas as she passed through the living room but didn’t see him. She found her mother-in-law in the kitchen.
“Good evening, mummy ji.” Shriya said and wondered what she would say about her skimpy outfit.
“Bahu, you look beautiful!” Sonali smiled “Damad ji will be pleased. He has told us all to dress nice for him, always.”
“Thank you, mummy ji.” Shriya was relieved “I want to keep Vikas happy too. Where is he?”
“He is talking to Rhea and her friend in Rhea’s room.” Sonali said then lowered her voice as she stepped closer “Bahu, he has been travelling a lot this weekend. You should take care of him and help him relax.”
“Ji, mummy ji.” Shriya said “I will massage him. Let me go and find him.”
But before she could go, Vikas himself walked into the kitchen. Shriya felt her pussy tingle as he walked in. She hugged him tightly. She would have liked to kiss him fully but her mother-in-law was there so she just kissed his cheek.
“Great to have you back, Vikas.” She said.
“You are looking smoking hot, Shriya.” Vikas took her hand and turned her around. He hugged her from behind. Wrapping his arm around her bare midriff he pressed her close.
“Thank you, Vikas.” Shriya immediately pressed her body back into his hard, manly frame. She knew even her mother-in-law would not object since it was Vikas who had grabbed her.
“My pleasure, gorgeous.” Vikas kissed behind her bare right shoulder and looked at Sonali over her shoulder “Doesn’t she look so fuckable, Sasu Maa?”
“She is a beautiful woman,” Sonali touched Shriya’s chin lovingly “and she has dressed for you today. Good girl.”
“Have you?” Vikas said and easily slipped his hand inside her top “I am flattered.”
At that moment Sonali was doing something on the stove so her back was to them as Vikas kneaded Shriya’s hot, bare tits under her loose top. Shriya wanted to ask him to be careful but all she could do was moan as his strong, calloused hand crushed her tits in a way that made her pussy pulse hard.
Sonali turned and looked at them “Do you like her skirt, Damad ji, or should it be a little shorter?”
A littler shorter? Shriya was wondering what was her saas saying. The skirt was just barely covering her upper thighs, any shorter and it would flash her pussy when she walked. But Shriya knew very well that if Vikas wanted shorter, she would wear an even shorter skirt. She remembered seeing some micromini’s in the mall that were not much wider than a belt.
Vikas kept his left hand under her top, but his right hand moved down to Shriya’s legs. He rubbed her smooth, bare thigh just below the hem of the super short skirt “I think this is a nice skirt, the important thing is access. You are not wearing panties, are you, Shriya?”
Her breath was getting quite heavy now, but she shook her head and managed to say “No panties, Vikas. Ever.”
“Of course, none of us wear panties now, Damad ji.” Sonali said. She herself was wearing a loose silk minidress that clung to her body and when she turned toward the stove, Shriya saw the shape of her buttocks clearly outlined with no pantylines there. Shriya felt better about her choice. She had made the right decision. Vikas’ hand was still on her thigh, he was boldly rubbing her legs, his fingers roaming on her creamy smooth thighs.
“Bahu, show some respect.” Sonali turned to her again “When his hand is on your legs, your legs should be open. Open them.”
Wondering when he had made this rule and how her mother-in-law knew it, Shriya opened her legs “Ji, mummy ji.”
Vikas moved his hand up and slowly rubbed her bare pussy with his fingertip. He kissed her neck “Good girl.”
All Shriya could do was moan. Even when Sonali turned to face them, Vikas kept his hand on Shriya’s upper thigh, gently rubbing her bare pussy. Shriya, of course, could not stop him. Not only was he the power in the family, he turned her on so much she was putty in his hands. He could mould her any way he wanted and Shriya would not be able to resist.
“I do think she is getting better,” Sonali said “her only problem is that she is too shy. You need to take her in hand, Damad ji, and mould her to your needs.”
“Come on, Sasu Maa, how can I do that, when she lives so far away?” Vikas complained but continued to knead Shriya’s tits, getting them even harder.
Sonali thought for a moment “Hmm, I have told her to take care of you. She should come to you and give you a massage at least once a week. Maybe you could send your driver to pick her up when you need her, Damad ji?”
“Driver can go, but she has to be willing too, na.” Vikas said. His right hand was caressing her smooth thighs up and down. Shriya could feel her legs trembling as the current from his fingers flowed through her body.
“Why do you think she would not be willing?” Sonali came to Shriya and lifted her chin “Bahu, you would not go when Vikas calls you?”
“Mummy ji,” Shriya had to stop to take a breath “I will go whenever he calls me. Any time, day or night.”
Sonali cupped her cheek and smiled “Such a sweet girl. Damad ji, you need to actively take her in hand and use her for your comfort. Even keep her for a weekend so she can serve you well.”
The prospect of living with Vikas for a whole weekend during which he could pound her like he had pounded her in Thailand made Shriya’s pussy burn with the erotic heat. Then she remembered something “But mummy ji, what will Kajal say?”
“What will I say about what?” Kajal said walking into the kitchen. Shriya’s heart skipped a beat. How much had she heard? She tried to get out of Vikas’ arms.
Vikas kept her in his strong embrace and slapped her thigh with his right hand “Stay, bitch!” He said in her ear.
Shriya moaned. He knew how to make her weak in the knees. Kajal was not looking at her. She went to the stove next to her mother.
“I was just telling Bahu that she needs to take care of Vikas.” Sonali said “She should go to him at least once a week and even stay with him for the weekend if he wants.”
“Good idea.” Kajal nodded.
“But she is worried that you might mind.” Sonali said.
“Oh, wow.” Kajal came to where Shriya was in Vikas’ arms and smiled “My lovely Bhabhi, why would I mind if you are taking care of my husband and helping him relax? Don’t you remember mom and I both told you that you need to serve him?”
Shriya remembered something like that vaguely. Right now her mind was in a turmoil. It was not possible that Kajal was standing there and not able to see that Vikas was kneading her tits under her top. His right hand was openly rubbing her bare thighs. But she was not objecting. She was not even noticing it.
“You look lovely, Bhabhi.” Kajal smiled “Patidev, do you like her outfit?”
“It’s gorgeous.” Vikas squeezed Shriya’s breast and she moaned.
“Bhabhi, you should come shopping with me, I will get you some more like this and even shorter,” Kajal said “I know some places which sell the kind of dresses he likes.”
Shriya nodded.
“Get her some backless dresses,” Vikas said “she has a lovely smooth back.”
Kajal nodded “And some of those that show the ass crack? She has a nice ass. Do you like her ass, Patidev?”
“Hell, yeah.” Vikas reached down and squeezed Shriya’s ass cheek “It’s so nice and tight.”
“I will get her some ass crack dresses then,” Kajal nodded “but you can’t wear panties with those, Bhabhi, they will show. Not even a little thong.”
Shriya said “I have stopped wearing panties.”
“Oh, wonderful.” Kajal smiled “We will go shopping soon. You will wear those dresses when you come to our place.”
“But what would Hemant say, Kaju?” Vikas said.
“He won’t say anything.” Kajal said strictly “If she is serving you, he will know better than to interfere.”
Sonali said “I will explain to him, don’t worry. But while she is here why don’t you take her to the bedroom and use her now, Damad ji?”
Kajal said “Good idea, mom. Patidev, my room is all messy with suitcases and things you brought back from Delhi, but – “
“Take her to my room, Damad ji.” Sonali said.
“Yes, that’s better.” Kajal said.
Vikas released Shriya from his embrace and slapped her ass “Come on, let’s go.”
Shriya could not believe what was happening. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her chest as she led Vikas to her mother-in-law’s bedroom.
“What are you doing?” Sonali said as she entered her bedroom ten minutes later.
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