Power Player 4: Moth to the Flame
Korben Hunter
Power Player 4
Moth to the Flame
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2022
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Munmun Sen Shares the Plan
Chapter 2 – Kartik Loves Dixit Villa
Chapter 3 – Rohan and Shweta Business Meeting
Chapter 4 – Esha Reports Back
Chapter 5 – Rohan’s Dinner in Sasuraal
Chapter 6 – Kiara Gets Desperate
Chapter 7 – Madhuri Wishes Him Goodnight
Chapter 8 – Rohan Takes a Detour
Chapter 9 – Deepika Works Late
Chapter 10 – Deepika Faces Her Destiny
Chapter 11 – Sanjana Gets a New Job
Chapter 12 – Kareena is a Slut
Chapter 13 – Manushi is Excited
Chapter 14 – Chopra Sisters Collide
Chapter 15 – Manushi Gets Her Share
Chapter 16 – Manushi Makes Plans
Chapter 17 – Madhuri Gives Rohan Company
Chapter 18 – Neetu’s Mind is Blown
Chapter 19 – Madhuri Sleeps on the Sofa
Chapter 20 – Nene is Not Surprised
Chapter 21 – Manushi Wakes Up Rohan
Chapter 22 – Rashmika’s World Turns Upside Down
Chapter 23 - Deepika Tries to Cheer Rohan Up
Chapter 24 - Rohan Watches an Ad Shoot
Chapter 25 – Sini Shetty is a Smart Girl
Chapter 26 – Sini Becomes Bold
Chapter 27 – Sini Grabs the Chance
Chapter 28 – Munmun is Pissed Off
Chapter 29 – Sini’s Training Starts
Chapter 30 – Munmun Learns the Hard Truth
Chapter 31 – Breaking Sini Shetty
Chapter 32 – Ileana is Hungry but Smart
Chapter 33 – Sini’s Stock Shoots Up
Chapter 34 – Ileana Makes Her Proposal
Chapter 35 – Ileana Has an Unforgettable Lunch
Chapter 36 – Let’s Talk About Sex
Chapter 37 – Rohan Makes Decisions
Chapter 38 – Ileana Gets a Dessert
Chapter 39 – Neha Has Her Struggles
Chapter 40 – Madhuri Dresses Up
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Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Romeo is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the film industry he works in is a figment of imagination, and the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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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
It took me a while to get back to this series this time, no fault of this story, I just have too many interesting stories going on and I usually go with the that’s the easiest to continue or the one that the members in my Reddit community vote for. But finally I thought it was time to bring Rohan back into action.
Because my stories are planned with a long term flow in advance it is easy to continue them, but I do write the short flow in more detail before I start a book in that series. At that time I can make changes to the flow based on my own preferences or the current choices of my community members. It is good to have an active, supportive community of fans around me and while I still don’t write anything that does not excite me I do consider popular choices to some extent.
I have used all these methods to guide the flow of this particular book. While the main flow of the story was already set, I have made small changes during the writing. You may notice them but they will fit in with the rest of the story.
This book is one that I was waiting to write for a long time because it is in this book that the secret about Rashmika is revealed and things take an unexpected turn. I would love to hear what my readers think about all that.
Here is Rohan with his fourth book. I hope you enjoy it.
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 the 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.
The third book is a natural progression from the second book. The things that Rohan had started exploring come more in focus in this book. He claims more girls in this story and he is ruthless about exercising his power.
One thing you would notice again in this story is that Manushi also enjoys Rohan’s dominant nature and loves it when he breaks a beautiful girl even if that girl is part of her own family. This theme gives rise to some smoking hot situations which I am sure you would enjoy.
In the fourth book, Rohan is balancing his home life and work and by that I mean he is having sex in both the places, claiming and taming stunning, gorgeous women wherever he meets them.
Chapter 1 – Munmun Sen Shares the Plan
Munmun Sen entered the office and came to the sofa where her two daughters were waiting.
“What’s that, mumma?” Her elder daughter Raima pointed to the paper in Munmun’s hand.
“A letter from the Maharaja hotel that they will not be using our products in their hotel and they are giving us three months’ notice as outlined in our contract.”
Raima sat up in shock “What? They are our biggest client.”
Munmun nodded “They know that.”
“But why, mumma?” Raima said “Our quality has been the same, we have not raised the prices. Why are they doing it?”
“They have had a change of ownership as well as management.” Munmun said “The new owner has decided to discontinue our product line from his hotel.”
“He can’t do that!” The younger daughter Riya spoke for the first time “We have a contract.”
“Actually he can, baby,” Munmun said “the contract only requires them to give us notice, which they have given us.”
“Mumma,” Raima said slowly, she looked terrified “if this news goes out, our share prices will go down like crazy.”
“I know.” Munmun nodded “And if Murali found out, he will use that to unseat me as CEO.”
“Fuck! This is so unfair.” Riya said.
“Mumma, we should talk to the new manager.” Raima said more reasonably “Maybe they are not happy with any of our policies and we can fix it? Is it Esha Gupta? I will go talk to her.”
“I have talked to the manager.” Munmun said “It’s a new girl called Deepika Padukone.”
“What did she say?” Raima said.
“She said if I want to keep their business I will have to spread my legs for the new owner.”
“Oh.” Raima said.
“Who is he?” Riya said.
“His is a businessman called Rohan Oberoi.” Munmun said “He is US-based and came to India only a few months back.”
“And you have to fuck him if we want his business?” Raima said.
“Mumma, has he just created this situation so he can nail you?” Riya said.
“Well, of course, baby.” Munmun said “That much is obvious. He wants to bring me under his control.”
“Isn’t that extortion?” Riya said.
“Even if it is, we can’t prove it and even saying that publicly will bring lots of negative publicity.” Munmun said.
“And a good chance for Murali Sharma to grab power in the company.” Raima added.
“Yes, exactly.” Munmun nodded.
“Mumma, let me go to him,” Riya said “I will fuck him. You know I like dominant men.”
“We all do.” Raima said.
“Deepika said that he would want to fuck both of you as well.” Munmun said “He is starting from me but he wants all three of us in his possession. He wants to own us as his bitches.”
“Both of us can be his bitches, mumma,” Raima said “Riya is right. I am married but I won’t mind doing this for the company. He can fuck me as much as he likes. Just like Riya, I love dominant men. But you retired from modelling because you didn’t want to do this any more.”
Munmun nodded “Yes, and Deepika and Rohan both know that. But Deepika made it very clear that Rohan wants to break me first. He know it will be easy for him to own all three of us if I am already his bitch first.”
“That’s so sneaky of him, mumma.” Riya said.
“He is very clever, I can see that.” Munmun said.
“What can we do, mumma?” Raima said.
“I don’t think we have any other option except to do as he says.” Munmun said “We have too much at stake and he has absolute power to destroy everything I have built in all these years. I won’t gamble with my company to spare my pussy.”
“You know we feel the same way, mumma.” Raima said “If saving the company means becoming his bitch then I don’t think either of us will hesitate in spreading our legs for him.”
“Of course. I know you are both good girls.” Munmun said.
“So how can we handle this, mumma?” Raima said.
“I have asked for a quick meeting with Rohan.” Munmun said “I will try and reason with him. If I manage to persuade him then it will be fine. If I can’t budge him then he will fuck me tomorrow and I will surrender to him.”
“Then we have to go to him, mumma?” Riya said “After he claims you?”
“Yes.” Munmun nodded “I am sure he will call you to him soon after he conquers me.”
“One by one or together, mumma?” Raima said.
“That’s his choice.” Munmun said “Once he owns us all, he can fuck us any way he likes.”
“Well, we are not shy, mumma.” Riya said “You have fucked pretty much all of our boyfriends.”
Raima grinned “That’s because they drooled after her when they saw her.”
“So, this time, it will be like we will fuck your boyfriend.” Riya smiled.
“Oh, he won’t be my boyfriend.” Munmun said “He will be my owner. Deepika was very clear on that. She said it won’t be enough for him to just fuck me. He wants me completely in his possession and he is ready to go to any lengths for that.”
“But mumma, you have never had an owner for so many years.” Raima said.
“Since that producer,” Riya said “when you were still acting.”
“Never, really.” Munmun said “I have had powerful men keep me as their whore but only for a short while. That fat producer was the longest anyone has ever had me in their possession but that was only for a couple of months.”
“Then what is your plan, mumma?” Raima said.
“Well, Deepika has got me a meeting with him tomorrow I will dress the way Deepika had specified,” Munmun said “and try to make Rohan see reason. But as I said if he doesn’t agree, he will take possession of me and I will have to submit.”
“Look at the bright side, mumma,” Riya said “maybe he will have a big dick.”
Munmun smiled “I am already sure he does.”
Chapter 2 – Kartik Loves Dixit Villa
Kartik Aryan was not such a frequent visitor to Dixit Villa before but recently he found it very exciting to come here. He knew that his dream girl Manushi Chhillar was completely in Rohan’s possession. He had even heard him fuck her. And her younger sister who was an angel herself, had told Kartik that she was going to seduce her brother-in-law, which he had found scandalous and very hot in a perverse way. To top it all off, the way Rohan behaved with Madhuri, Kartik was forced to wonder if there was anything going on there.
He found this sexual tension in the air highly exhilarating. He could not stop thinking about it all. Today also he had come here with an excuse to meet Manushi and had not left even after he found out that Manushi was out shopping with her mother. He had sat down and chatted with Tara. Although, she hadn’t said so, Kartik was suspecting that something had happened between Tara and Rohan. She was behaving much more chirpy and happy than he had seen her lately. She was also talking about Rohan quite a lot. Kartik was trying to remember if she talked about Rohan that much before.
“Do you still plan to seduce him?” Kartik asked boldly as they were talking about him so much.
“Well, I might.” Tara said noncommittally “He is a handsome guy, but then he is going to marry my sister so I have all the time to seduce him.”
“But what if some other guy proposed to you,” Kartik said “like one of your classmates?”
“Younger guys are very immature, Kartik.” Tara said very knowledgably “I think only an older man like Rohan can handle me.”
“Are you a handful to handle?” Kartik smiled.
“Oh, yes. All this,” Tara indicated her gorgeous, young body “is not free.”
She was wearing a tiny little tank top which had no back. It was showing her young, firm tits with so much depth that it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Below the little top her flat midriff was fully bare and then she had a low-riding frilly micromini in which even the lowest frill was just passing below her upper thighs. Kartik had been trying but failing not to stare at her sexy, toned, bare legs. Twice he had caught sight of what was under the little skirt when she had uncrossed and recrossed her legs. He had seen clearly that she was not wearing panties and her pussy was smoothly shaved.
He could not keep his dick from reacting. He had to remind himself that she was a few years younger than. But then she was obsessed with Rohan who was several years older than Kartik also. While they were talking, Rohan entered the house.
Tara immediately went to him “Hi, baby!”
Without worrying about Kartik being there, she put her arms around Rohan’s neck and hugged him tight while pressing her lips to his lips in a hot, aggressively intimate kiss. Rohan squeezed her in his arms and kissed her back. As they were sucking each other’s lips, Kartik clearly saw Rohan’s right hand slip under Tara’s extremely short skirt. Kartik already knew that Tara was not wearing panties. Now he could see Rohan kneading her bare ass cheeks under the skirt while she drank his saliva in a passionate, lustful kiss.
Rohan broke the kiss before it could become an even more sexual make-out. He squeezed Tara’s ass one more time before letting her out of his arms. He came toward Kartik and offered his hand “Hi, Kartik. How are you doing?”
“I am good.” Kartik shook hands with him “You?”
“Pretty good myself, thanks.”
Rohan sat down in the sofa chair where Kartik had seen him sit before. Tara went to get him water. Kartik really wanted to ask Rohan if he was banging Tara. He was pretty sure that he was but he wanted to hear it from Rohan, the thought was very hot. But he could not ask without being inappropriate so he tried to think of some other topic. Before he could speak Rohan himself spoke.
“How’s things going at the college for you, Kartik?”
“Quite ok. Lots of work.” Kartik said.
“Yes, I understand.” Rohan said “But you must have fun also, right?”
“Ummm, not much. Just sometimes hanging out in the canteen.”
“And sometimes banging your girlfriend behind the canteen?” Rohan smiled “Come on, we have all done it.”
Kartik had to shake his head “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“What? A handsome guy like you?” Rohan looked genuinely shocked.
“I just...I am a bit shy, I think.” Kartik really did look down shyly.
“Hmmm. Want me to help you?” Rohan looked up at Tara as she came to him with a glass of water. Instead of giving him the glass, she turned sideways and lowered herself on his lap. Then she held the glass to his lips. Rohan drank the water, then Tara put the glass on a side table but herself stayed on his lap.
Rohan kept her close with his left arm around Tara’s slender body and rested his right hand on her bare thigh as he looked at Kartik “I can help, bro.”
Kartik could not help but ask “How?”
“Well, I have a hotel that has so many pretty girls in the staff,” Rohan said “and I just bought a TV station. Again, lots and lots of hot girls there. I could introduce you. What kind of girls do you like?”
“Hot ones.” Kartik blurted out.
“Sure. I could introduce you to some of the hot ones.” Rohan offered.
Tara was rubbing Rohan’s chest slowly as she pressed her breast into his side “Kartik needs to get laid. Don’t find him a girlfriend, find him some hot chick he can bang.”
“Lots of fuckable girls in my office, as I was saying.” Rohan said “What do you think, Kartik? Come to my office some time.”
“Well,” Kartik was feeling self-conscious “I could use one of your offices for a case study. I am a business student, you know.”
“That’s a perfect cover for your entry.” Rohan said.
Kartik was feeling very excited about this new idea. He was going to ask which place had more hot girls when he saw Tara pull Rohan to her and kiss him again, a slower but longer kiss. Rohan’s hand was caressing her smooth, bare leg, his fingers easily moving under her little skirt and caressing her upper thighs. The way Tara was sucking his tongue and moaning it seemed obvious that she had not only taken his cock already but she was ready to take him in now.
Rohan and Tara had just parted after a hot kiss when Madhuri and Manushi entered through the front door. They were both carrying shopping bags. Behind them Rohan’s driver entered with more shopping bags. Manushi came to Rohan and Kartik watched intently to see how she would react to her sister sitting on her boyfriend’s lap with his hand under her skirt. But Manushi didn’t do anything except bend over to kiss him on the lips, a soft but quick kiss.
“I will put these away and come back to you, baby.” Manushi said.
“Hi, di.” Tara said.
Manushi smiled “Hi, baby. You ok?”
Tara nodded “Mhmm.”
“I will be right back.” Manushi said.
“Hi, Rohan.” Madhuri said as she passed Rohan’s chair. Rohan grabbed her wrist and arrested her progress mid-step. She looked at him. He nodded.
Madhuri bent over and kissed Rohan. Kartik could not see clearly as her back was to him but he felt like Madhuri kissed Rohan on the lips just like Manushi had.
“What did you buy?” Rohan kept Madhuri in his grip.
“A lot of dresses and outfits for our weekend, honey.” Madhuri smiled.
“My kind of dresses?”
“Of course, baby.” Madhuri said “Why would I buy anything you don’t approve of?”
“Panties?” He looked at her.
Madhuri shook her head “Obviously not. But I have bought several bikinis.”
“That’s nice.”
She smiled “They are very skimpy.”
“Even better.” He smiled.
“Totally inappropriate for my age.” Madhuri looked in his eyes.
“But suitable for my woman?”
“Oh, perfect for your woman.” Madhuri grinned.
“Good. Go.” He left her hand.
Kartik had watched and listened to everything. His dick was so hard he could feel it pulse in his pants. Madhuri was a stunning mature woman that every boy in the two-mile radius admired and lusted after, including Kartik. The way Rohan could casually hold her and talk to her was a hot experience to watch for Kartik.
Rohan said to Tara “Go, help your mom with the shopping.”
“Ji.” Tara got off his lap and followed her sister and mother.
“What did you want to ask me?” Rohan said.
Kartik was surprised. He looked at Rohan and realised why he was such a good businessman. He could read a person.
“Umm, nothing. I just...” Kartik felt embarrassed to even think of the question he had been meaning to ask.
“Come on.” Rohan got up and came to sit next to Kartik on his sofa “It’s just us guys now.”
“I....I....just...I was just wondering...” Kartik pushed himself “which place has more hot girls - the hotel or the TV station?”
“Oh.” Rohan thought about it “They are both new acquisitions so I have not really met all the staff, but the hotel has some superhot women, the TV station has hot girls but it’s show business so...well, I don’t know. You can come and check out both places yourself.”
“Can I?”
“Sure.” Rohan said “You can come whenever you want but I would suggest create some paper or assignment that gives you an excuse to get into all the departments.”
Rohan winked. Kartik felt his cheeks getting warm. Before he could respond to that mind-blowing offer, Madhuri came back and Kartik had no breath to speak when he saw her.
She was wearing a light pink housecoat in two pieces. The inner piece was like a tube dress and it was extremely skimpy. It showed the top of her milky white tits in a super deep cleavage. The thin cotton fabric was clinging tightly to her fit body and the hem of the little garment was just barely reaching her upper thighs. As she walked Kartik was able to swear that she was not wearing panties. The other garment was a full sleeved gown that reached down to her mid-thighs. It was light pink as well but made of lace so not fully opaque. It had a cotton belt that could be used to close it and Kartik was sure that it would show a lot through the see-through lace but right now the gown was open and he could see most of her gorgeous body directly in that tiny little tube dress. He could see her nipples poking through the cotton fabric and knew that she was not wearing a bra.
Madhuri came and stood in front of Rohan “Would you like some tea, honey?”
He looked her up and down. He put his arm her slender body, his hand easily slipping under the outer gown “Suddenly I am in the mood for something spicy.”
She smiled and stepped closer between his legs as he rubbed her back. Kartik was right next to him and could see that Rohan’s hand was moving down even over Madhuri’s ass, rubbing it slowly.
“Whatever you want, dear.” She gave him a cheeky smile “I can make pakodas, spicy ones.”
Instead of answering her, Rohan pulled her close and Madhuri easily straddled him, putting one knee on either side of him on the sofa. Her inner tube dress hiked up over her thighs. Kartik could not help but stare without blinking. He had thought he could smell something already but as Madhuri opened her legs wider, he realised with a shock what it was. He was smelling Madhuri’s pussy. She was wet! Kartik’s cock jumped in his pants so hard he was sure people would notice, but nobody was looking at him.
“Hmmm, is that the only spicy thing you can offer me?” Rohan continued to rub her back, up and down with Madhuri cooperating fully. Kartik was finding it hard not to stare at her beautiful legs which were bared almost to the thigh joints now. He was sure that Rohan was able to see her pussy from his angle as she was on his lap.
Madhuri matched his naughty smile as she put her hands on his shoulders “I can offer you everything you want, dear. You don’t really need to ask, you know that.”
Rohan changed the topic. He kept her on his lap but indicated Kartik next to him “Madhu, I am trying to get this young stud to meet some girls. We can’t decide if he should come to my hotel or the TV station that I am buying.”
“Well, are you looking to find a nice girl to settle down with, Kartik,“ Madhuri stayed intimately close to Rohan as she turned her head to look at Kartik “or just a pretty girl to enjoy from time to time?”
Kartik felt his cheeks turn pink as he considered her bold question.
Rohan answered for him. He slapped Madhuri’s ass and said “Come on, Madhu. Look at him. He is a young stallion. Why would he settle down so soon? He is going to just find some hot girls and bang them when he wants.”
His words made Kartik even more tongue-tied but he did like that idea.
“Then I think the girls at your TV station would be better.” Madhuri said “Girls in show business are sluttier, always.”
“Well, you would know.” Rohan squeezed her ass “But Madhu, those girls are used to the glamour, you think he will be able to nail them? I mean, will they spread their legs for him?”
“He is a handsome boy, honey.” Madhuri said “And you are there to help him.”
“That’s true.” Rohan said “Maybe you can help him with his style a bit?”
“I would love to.” Madhuri said “I think I should take him shopping.”
“What a great idea!” Rohan said and kissed her lips softly. Kartik stared in quite shock.
“Thank you, honey.“ Madhuri said.
“Of course, it will be my treat.” Rohan started to look at Kartik then turned back to Madhuri “That reminds me...” he raised his voice “Manu!”
Manushi came from the kitchen “Ji, baby?”
She came to him and knelt on the sofa on Rohan’s left.
“Darling, you two went shopping today?”
“Ji, baby.” Manushi smiled “We bought a lot of dresses for mumma.”
“Only dresses that you would approve, dear.” Madhuri put her hand on Rohan’s chest.
Kartik was already astonished that Madhuri was straddling Rohan’s lap in front of her daughter. He was watching Manushi’s face to see how she would react. Manushi seemed to have no problem with it.
“Who paid for them?” Rohan said.
“I did, baby, from my allowance.” Manushi said “Did I do something wrong, baby?”
“No, I did.” Rohan pulled Manushi close and kissed her softly “I forgot to give money to Sasu Maa. That allowance is for your use.”
Manushi smiled and caressed his cheek “It’s ok, baby. It’s too big for me anyway, I never manage to spend it all in a month.”
“That’s no reason to neglect it.” Rohan said “Sorry, Madhu, I will.....remind me later tonight, will you, Manu?”
“You don’t need to, honey.” Madhuri said “I can manage. I don’t buy that many clothes anyway.”
Rohan pulled Madhuri to him and her gown flowed back. Kartik’s eyes opened wide when he saw that the inside tube dress was not even a complete tube, it was almost fully backless.
“Madhu, you belong to me, as much as Manu does, I told you that, yes?” Rohan said, holding Madhuri so close that their faces were hardly an inch apart. Kartik was watching with bated breath.
“Ji.” Madhuri said, she was also getting slightly breathless.
His hand was caressing slowly up and down on her bare back as Rohan said “It’s not just my duty but my right to take care of you.”
“You are right.” Madhuri accepted submissively.
Rohan smiled and pressed his lips on hers. Madhuri kissed him back willingly. It was not a long kiss but it was definitely a very inappropriate kiss for a son-in-law and mother-in-law to share. Kartik’s dick was rock hard in his pants. He squirmed uncomfortably as he saw that Manushi was watching with a smile while her fiancé kissed her mother.
“Ok, darling.” Rohan kissed Manushi also on the lips “You go do what you were doing. Remind me tonight, ok?”
“Ji, baby.” Manushi smiled and went back to the kitchen.
Madhuri was now much closer to Rohan and her legs were open wider. Kartik could see clearly that her thighs were bracketing his thighs, with her pussy pressed on his crotch. She was grinding there slowly while they talked. Rohan’s right hand was still on her bare back. With his left hand he brushed the hair from her cheek and said “What were we talking about?”
“To take Kartik shopping to help him with his style.” Madhuri said. She kept one hand on his shoulder but let the other hand drop so that Kartik was not shut out.
“Yes, yes.” Rohan nodded “I will come as well if I am free, but if not then, please, you do it, Sasu Maa.”
“I will, baby.” Madhuri nodded “Can I disobey your command?”
“No, you are a good girl.” Rohan smiled and slapped her ass “Most times.”
“Ouch!” Madhuri grinned.
Kartik decided it was best for him to not speak. Things were going in the right direction already. He would have liked more conversation on the topic of him banging pretty girls from the TV station but just then Shweta walked in.
Chapter 3 – Rohan and Shweta Business Meeting
Shweta was another one of those women whom Kartik and all other young boys of the neighbourhood lusted after. It was not just that she was smoking hot, but that she knew she was smoking hot and she loved to show it off. Her sarees with their completely backless blouses were a favourite of the boys, but her western dresses had an even bigger fanbase.
Kartik felt his cock throb as soon as he saw Shweta walk in. She was wearing a long western dress that was sleeveless and deep-cut. Shweta had shapely, full breasts that were always a big distraction to any male of any age looking at her and they looked amazingly hot today thanks to the demi-cup bra that was pushing them up in a really sexy, tight cleavage. The dress had a long slit reaching all the way to her thigh joint and Kartik’s eyes once they moved down from her cleavage, could not move away from her smooth, long leg showing milky white against the dark blue dress.
Rather than be surprised that her jethani was straddling so intimately on her son-in-law’s lap, Shweta took it in her stride and said hello to Madhuri before bending over Rohan to wish him. Kartik did not blink as he watched her green Rohan. As she bent over, Kartik got a nice, unobstructed view down her dress. He was licking his lips without knowing it and almost missed Rohan’s hand sliding along Shweta’s bare thigh as she bent over to kiss him. Kartik stared unblinkingly while Shweta kissed Rohan on the lips. Rohan casually rubbed her thigh, letting his hand slide up under Shweta’s dress through the high slit and caressing her leg like she was his girlfriend and not his girlfriend’s aunt. If Shweta noticed it, her only reaction was to step out so her legs were open wider.
Although Shweta did not try to make out with Rohan right there, she did take the time to suck his bottom lip in her mouth and tease it with her tongue. Even after she stood up, Rohan kept his hand on her upper thigh and continued to caress her leg. She showed no problem with that. Kartik was watching intently and wondering if this was really normal or he was going crazy.
“Honey, would you have time to do me now?” Shweta said and Kartik almost gasped and barely caught her next words “I have brought the files you asked.”
“Sure.” Rohan squeezed her thigh “Are you ready for me now?”
“Umm, give me ten minutes, I will change into something more comfortable then we can work.” Shweta said “You will come to my bedroom?”
Rohan nodded “Sounds good. I will come and grab you in ten minutes.”
Shweta caressed his cheek “That’s fantastic. I will go change.”
“What were we talking about?” Rohan brought his hands back on Madhuri’s bare back and she again sank down pressing her pussy on his crotch. She had moved back slightly to give space to Shweta before.
“About Kartik’s shopping?” Madhuri said.
“I think we sorted that out.” Rohan said.
“Oh, yes, I wanted to ask you what do you want to have for dinner.” Madhuri was as comfortable on Rohan’s lap like she had never sat on her husband’s lap in her life.
“Ummm, I am not really in a mood for anything special.” Rohan continued rubbing her back “You can decide.”
“You are staying here tonight, aren’t you?” Madhuri said.
“No, I am thinking to take Manu to my place tonight.” Rohan said “I do need to train my future wife, you know.”
Kartik could not believe his ears, train Manushi Chhillar? Why, that goddess was as perfect as no other woman on the face of the Earth.
“That is sweet of you, dear.” Madhuri said “I am sure you will mould her perfectly by the time you two get married.”
“Oh, she is a good girl even now,” Rohan said with a smile “I just like breaking her regularly and if I do it here, she will raise the whole household with her screams.”
Kartik felt his cock throb in his pants as he got what Rohan was saying.
“It is your right to use her as you want, honey,” Madhuri said “but it’s sweet of you to consider the other family members, especially, Tara, you know what I mean?”
Rohan nodded “I do.”
Kartik tried to figure out if that meant that Rohan had already fucked Tara or just that she might be jealous.
“Alright, Sasu Maa,” Rohan slapped Madhuri’s ass again “I will take care of Shweta now, and I will see you shortly at dinner.”
Madhuri kissed him on the lips before getting off his lap. Rohan went toward the section of the house where Shweta and her husband had their bedroom. Kartik was trying to think if it would be awkward if he stayed here. He was almost certain that Rohan was going to fuck Shweta and he wanted to be where he could hear her screams.
Shweta had changed into a nightie by the time Rohan came to her room. There was a small sitting room, outside her bedroom. She was just coming out of her bedroom into this when Rohan arrived.
He looked her up and down “Damn!”
It was justified. Shweta’s nightie was short and skimpy. It just reached down to her mid-thighs and because it was a loose but clinging fit, it bared her legs all the way to upper thighs when she moved. There was a nice, deep cleavage that was showing Shweta’s heavy, braless tits with their natural sag. There were two noodle straps keeping the nightie on her shoulders but not covering anything as they moving over her shoulders and crossed once in the middle of her back. Except those two noodle straps her back was fully naked and the nightie was just barely covering her ass crack if she stayed still.
The most important thing was that the nightie was all white lace and quite see-through. Shweta’s stunning body was visible through the lace in all its beautiful detail as she had no undergarments on. Her beautiful tits, her tight, sculpted ass and even her smoothly shaved, pantyless pussy were visible through the lace. But if she was aware of being almost fully naked, her expression didn’t show it. She smiled and came over to Rohan. He closed the door behind him with his foot without taking his eyes off of Shweta’s dynamite body as she came closer.
“I thought you wanted to work on the business files.” He said smiling as she put her arms around his neck and cuddled up to him with her hot tits pressing on his chest.
“Meri gaand mein apna lund daal ke andar tak thok do,” She looked in his eyes, her luscious lips forming the hot, explicit words slowly “phir kaam karo ya, meri gaand maaro, tumhari marzi.”
[First enter my ass, jam your cock fully deep, then you work or nail my ass, up to you.]
“Gaand mein?” he wrapped his arms around her and looked in her beautiful light brown eyes that were full of lust right now “Seedhe gaand mein daal doon?”
[In your ass? Directly enter your ass?]
“Poora andar tak.” Shweta was moving subtly against his body and her hot tits grinding on his chest were making his cock hard very rapidly “Reham karne ki zaroorat nahin hai.”
[Fully deep. Not need to have mercy on me.]
He caressed her cheek, running the back of his fingers on her smooth face “When did you become such a whore, Shweta?”
“When you fucked me on your sofa.” She smiled “Kaise kutiya ki tarah gaand ragdi thi tumne meri.”
[How you had pounded my ass like a bitch.]
“But you didn’t stop me.” Her rubbed her ass, his fingers feeling the perfect curve of her ass cheeks under the little nightie.
“Stop you? Baby, I want you to do it to me again and again.” She opened her legs to give his hand more access “I think I am becoming your anal whore. I can’t stop thinking about having your cock in my ass. I was wet all day in the office thinking about it.”
“Hmmm, so no work?” Rohan nodded toward the pile of files on the coffee table behind her but continued to rub and squeeze her hot, bare ass.
“Bola na,” Shweta opened her legs and ground her pussy on his crotch “meri gaand mein lund daal do phir jo marzi karo.”
[I told you, jam your cock up my ass then do whatever you want.]
Rohan smiled “Classy women who can talk like a whore are my weakness.”
Shweta started opening his shirt buttons “Am I your weakness, baby?”
He lifted his hand and slapped her ass making a loud noise in the small room “You are my bitch. What are you?”
“Your bitch.” Shweta’s breath was heavy and her hands were trembling as she opened his belt and started to unhook his pants.
“Look at me.” He slapped her ass again.
“Ouch!” she looked up but continued working on his pants “Yes, baby?”
“What are you?” He kneaded her ass cheeks hard.
“Your bitch, Rohan.” She pushed his pants down but kept her eyes in his “I am your bitch. Main Tumhari kutiya hoon, Rohan. Baby, you own me. There is no doubt about that.”
As she got his clothes off, she pushed him down on to the sofa and knelt on the floor to take his shoes off, but her eyes were darting back to his thick cock that was rising up like a cannon.
“Do you really want this in your ass?” He stroked her head.
Shweta swallowed before she could answer “Yes.”
“It will hurt.” He said, his fingers lingering on her face, caressing her neck.
“Mmmm.” Shweta whimpered as she remembered what he had done to her on the sofa in his living room “I know.”
He took her hands and pulled her up on his lap. As she put her knees on the sofa on either side of him, he kept pulling her closer. Taking his cock in his hand he put his cockhead on her pussy hole and slid it in without any hesitation, just one quick, decisive thrust that impaled Shweta’s tight pussy with his cockhead, a couple of thick meaty inches of his cock that sealed her hole tight.
“Ah!” Shweta yelped and arched her back like a wounded gazelle. His thick beast had hurt going in but even more than the physical it was the mental side that was driving Shweta crazy. She had taken this cock in all her holes. She knew what it was capable of doing to her. She knew how helpless she was with this cock in her.
“When did you become such a cockhungry whore, Shweta?” He said, rubbing her soft, bare back.
Shweta tried to answer but as he was asking her he was also pulling her down and this massive cock invading deeper into her tight, hot cunt was knocking Shweta’s breath out. She was not able to speak.
“Your....your cock,” she tried after a deep breath “makes me such a whore.”
He slipped her left shoulder strap off and closed his mouth around her nipple as her breast was bared. Shweta moaned and jerked on his lap. He used her motion to jam more of his hard meatpole into her juicy, tight cunt. She cried out as his cockhead reached incredibly deep in her tight tunnel.
“Ah!” She blinked several times to keep her tears from leaking out “Fuck me fast, na, baby.”
“Why?” He looked up at her.
She took a breath “Abhi will be home soon, honey?”
Rohan shrugged “So?”
“Mmmm, god!” Shweta whimpered long and loud. When she had that affair with the student intern Devang, she fucked him mostly in the office and every time they were both terrified that someone might come, especially her husband. To hear Rohan dismiss that danger so casually and knowing that he was strong enough to handle any situation was as big of a turn on for Shweta as his hard cock throbbing deep inside her pussy.
“Nothing, baby.” She breathed as she started moving up and down on his lap, fucking herself on that hard, powerful cock, knowing it was going to destroy her completely in a few minutes.
He grabbed her hair in his left hand and pulled her close, pressing his cheek to her soft, warm cheek... His right hand was on her bare breast, kneading it, crushing it hard enough to make the pain waves shoot down Shweta’s spine to her pussy.
“You just told me you are my bitch.” He said in her ear “Was that a joke?”
“No, baby.” She panted, her body on fire now as his dominance always turned her on.
She was remembering a shopping trip when the whole family had gone to a mall. Shweta had been looking at a dress and wondering if the bare back was too much. She asked Rohan’s opinion.
“It’s fine.” He said “It looks good and you have the body for it.”
“Ummm, I am not sure.” Shweta still hesitated.
He took her hands and waited until she looked in his eyes.
“What did I just say, Shweta?” He asked softly.
“That it’s fine.” She said slowly, already her heart was beating faster.
“And that means?” He lifted her chin and made her look up into his eyes again when she lowered her eyes.
Shweta tried to speak through her drying throat “That it’s fine. I....I should buy it.”
He smiled “Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek before leaving her hands.
When he walked away Shweta found that her pussy was pulsing hard and she could feel it getting wet.
That night was the first time when Shweta had fingered herself while thinking of his cock. Now that cock was in her pussy and all those pent-up feelings of sexual need toward him were making her whole body throb with desire.
She rode his cock and lowered her head on his shoulder. His cock throbbing inside her, fitting so tightly that even with her cunt juices it was creating a lot of fiction, his cockhead invading her deep, Shweta was feeling quite intoxicated. She got a rude shock in this state of intoxication when she heard his next words in her ear.
“We should enjoy it while we can, darling,” he was rubbing her back “I can’t worry about your husband, I just want to enjoy you while it’s possible.”
Puzzled by the way he had phrased things, she looked in his eyes and said “What do you mean, baby? I am your bitch. You will always nail me as your whore. Tum jab loge main doongi.”
[I will spread for you whenever you want.]
He shook his head slowly “This can’t last long, darling.” He cupped her cheek “Have you forgotten that I am marrying your niece?”
“But...” Shweta’s pussy was still throbbing but now her heart was beating fast for a different reason “you said you will always own me as your whore, Rohan.”
“That was just in the heat of the moment, baby.” He kissed her cheek then her neck “You know how excited you make me, I would love to keep you as my whore forever if I could.”
“So....” Shweta’s heart was sinking but she was still riding his cock deeper into her cunt “shaadi ke baad nahin chodoge tum mujhe?”
[You will stop nailing me after your marriage?]
“After the engagement, sweetheart.” Rohan grabbed her hips and drilled her cunt hard, pulling her tight against his body “Once Manu is officially my possession, I can’t keep banging her aunt, can I?”
“Yes, you can, baby.” She looked at him pleadingly “I will come to your office, or your home, anywhere you call me. I won’t tell anybody.”
“Don’t talk like a whore, Shweta.” He smiled.
“I am a whore, Rohan,” She pleaded “I am your whore. Tumhari randi to hoon main.”
He didn’t say anything and just dipped his head to suck her breast. That shut Shweta up as well when the heat from her breast mixed with the heat from her pussy and she felt her body heating faster like it was about to explode.
“Oh, god, Rohan!” She cried out loudly as her pussy exploded around his cock.
Then for a couple of minutes, she was not capable of talking only grunting and moaning as her cunt throbbed around his cock. She soaked his massive, long cock with her cum all the way down to its thick base. Rohan slapped her ass and her breast as she came which made her orgasm spike hard and she yelped with each blow of his strong, calloused hand on her delicate body. She pushed down with her ass to take him as deep as possible in her cunt and almost fell off his lap when his cock hit her cervix. The sensations were unbelievable and Shweta was helpless in the grip of that orgasm like a blade of grass in a hurricane.
She moaning and gasping but still asking him to keep using her “Oh, Rohan! Rohan! Rohan! Chodo mujhe. Tod do mujhe. Ah, baby. Aise hi ragdo meri choot ko. Hay, god!”
[Fuck me. Break me! Fuck my cunt just like that.]
Finally when her orgasm subsided and she was trying to catch her breath, Rohan stopped slapping her and sucked her breast while holding her in his arms.
“Rohan, nobody has used me like that ever before.” She looked in his eyes and spoke breathlessly “I have been fucked many times. Before marriage I used to model for pocket money while I was in college. The parties we used to have were wild.”
“Who used you there?” He lowered her right shoulder straps as well and fondled her tits one by one, squeezing them firmly with one hand while keeping one hand on her back.
“Nobody used me, baby. They used to fuck me only. Photographers, male models, camera crew who had nice dicks.” Shweta smiled “But you use and abuse me like a cheap whore. I can’t tell you how it makes me insane with heat. I can’t get enough of you.”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her lips softly “You are a stunning babe, Shweta. There is no way to fuck you without using you hard.”
“Mmmm, and it seems like every time you fuck me, you use me harder than before.” Shweta said.
“Well, you turn me on so much, darling. You are such a hot bitch. I want to rip you apart.” He lifted his hand and slapped her breast for demonstration.
“Ungh, yes, I love it.!” She yelped “But, you are saying you will stop using me after you are engaged.”
“I have to, baby.” Rohan kept drilling her as they were talking.
“Please, Rohan, you can’t.” She pleaded “I am your whore, now, baby. I can’t live without your cock. I will do anything you say, but just don’t stop nailing me.”
He shook his head “That would not be fair to Manu, darling.”
Shweta’s pussy clenched around his cock as she had an idea “If Manu doesn’t mind? If I ask her permission? Would you keep fucking me then?”
“Come on, Shweta, you will ask your niece if you can keep fucking her fiancé?” He pushed her up and took her off his cock as he was talking. Picking her up and manhandling her stunning body, he pushed her down on the sofa, lying on her belly
“Mmmmm.” Shweta moaned in his hands, her body alive with the anticipation of what he was going to do to her.
“Up!” He slapped her bare ass hard and Shweta felt her pussy burn with desire.
“Not fucking, just being your whore,” She said as she pushed her ass up “just her husband’s casual whore on the side.”
Rohan opened her ass hole with his thumbs on either side of her puckered rim and placed his cockhead just into that opening. Then grabbing her shoulders he pushed up with his hips. His bulbous cockhead stretched her tight ass hole as it entered her and lubricated by her oily cunt juices it slid in several inches deep, fitting in an airtight way in her tight hole.
“Ah, Rohan!” Shweta screamed as the hot pain rolled over her body like a wave. Having his hard, throbbing cock in her ass again was bringing back the memories of the other day when he had pounded her ass like a beast on the sofa in his apartment. Those memories were merging with the current physical sensation of having his cock in her ass and Shweta’s reality was melting. She was breathing hard as she gripped the arm of the sofa in anticipation of the same kind of hard use and abuse.
He kept her shoulders in his grip and pushed in again. Shweta cried out as the thick beast invaded deeper and entered her anal canal. She was trembling with excitement and fear. In his apartment, he had not penetrated her so deep so quickly. It was making her pussy throb as felt the utter helplessness add to her arousal.
“Please, Rohan!” She cried out but she didn’t know what she was requesting him to do. Was she asking him to go slow or did she want him to impale her ass fully deep? She herself didn’t know. She sure as hell didn’t want him to stop or go slow. But if he went in fully deep, she knew how hard it was going to hurt in her tight ass. The base of his cock was thicker than the rest of his cock which was already much thicker than any cock Shweta had seen in her life. She knew when he went in fully it would plug her ass tight and she would not be able to breathe but she still wanted it. She could not understand how she could want the destruction of her own body but she was not in a sane or rational mindset.
Rohan was not in a mood to have mercy on her gorgeous, delicate body. He moved his hands down and wrapping his arms around her slender body he took both her hot, bare tits in his hands. She had nice, big, heavy tits and he grabbed them tight in his large, calloused hands. Shweta whimpered as she knew what was going to happen to her. The fear rose in her body and with it rose her arousal, to such insane levels that she could feel her pussy burning with desire, ready to erupt. She could feel that he was going to use and abuse her just as before and when Rohan destroyed her ass, she felt like she had died and went to heaven. No man, no matter how rich or powerful, had ever dared to do this to Shweta but Rohan had a way of not only physically destroying her but crushing her at an emotional level where she was nothing but his whore.
As she expected, he crushed her hot, firm tits in his hands as he pushed up with his hips. To jam the last few inches of his long, thick cock into her tight ass, Rohan had to use a lot of force, but at the same time, he had to grab her tits really hard to keep her body from sliding up from his thrust. The result was that the heat, pain, desire and arousal mixed and merged in her body until her pussy exploded like a bomb.
“Oh, my god, Rohan!” She yelled loudly as her pussy gushed out with copious amounts of cum.
It was this scream of hers that her husband Abhimanyu heard outside just as he was about to turn the door handle. He stopped for a moment then turned the handle. It didn’t open. He tried it again and confirmed that it was locked.
“Shweta –“ He said and was about to rattle the door handle when he felt someone take his arm and pull him away.
“Abhi uncle,” It was his niece Manushi “what are you doing?”
“It’s locked.” Abhimanyu said in a dazed voice. He had never encountered this situation before. Shweta never locked the door and then there was that scream of hers.
“Yes, yes.” Manushi was completely composed “Rohan and aunty are working on some files. They don’t want to be disturbed.”
“But....Shweta screamed.” He said.
“Well, you know how loud aunty gets when she is arguing.” Manushi smiled.
Abhimanyu did know that, however he didn’t think this was that kind of scream, but still....
“Do you want tea?” Manushi said “Come, you can sit in the living room, I will make tea for you.”
Shweta was panting. She had not heard her husband trying to get in but then at that moment when her mind and body were supercharged with sex chemicals she would not have heard the end of the world. All she could see, hear or feel was Rohan. Rohan’s cock was jammed fully deep in her ass and his cockhead was stirring her bowels. His hands were kneading her tits and hot currents were flowing down into her body from her tits. Her throat was dry, her breath was ragged. Her body was thrashing about under him on the sofa and he was drilling her like she was made to be his fucktoy.
“Ah, Rohan.” She gasped when her orgasm finally subsided enough to allow her to speak “I love your cock in my ass, baby. You can’t stop fucking me, honey. I need you! I can’t live without your cock.”
He continued fucking her ass in and out, slowly, but he made sure that each time he pushed in, he drove his cock deep enough that his cockhead invaded her bowels. Shweta was overwhelmed by his cock conquering her so thoroughly but she was also extra stimulated because she just found out that she would not have this cock drilling her ass forever. That made her want to cherish every second of being under him.
“Please, Rohan,” She whimpered, looking back to appeal to him “keep me as your bitch. I will do anything, but don’t let me go.”
“Anything?” He kissed and sucked behind her neck while he fucked her ass in and out.
“Yes, ah, yes, Rohan, ah! I will...” She felt her orgasm coming up on her and tried to finish her sentence quickly “I will leave my husband if you want. But please, ah, baby!”
Her pussy exploded with a force that shook her body and she was no longer capable of talking. Rohan grabbed her by the hair and pressed her face into the sofa cushions, pinning her down as he demolished her ass with long, brutally deep strokes. She yelped with his strokes but kept pushing her ass up to invite him to crush her down again. Her thighs were being slammed into the sofa with his hard fucking. His strong, manly body was heavy on her delicate feminine body and Shweta could feel how helpless she was in every way.
Rohan was drilling her ass hard, his thighs slapping her bare, tight ass were making a rhythmic noise that was filling the room. Shweta’s yelps and cries were added to this noise when his cockhead invaded her bowels with his ruthlessly deep strokes. Her tits were getting crushed and ground on the sofa and the friction with the fabric was making Shweta’s nipples hard and raw. Her orgasm was continuing with his strokes, spiking as the hot pain from her nipples reached her pussy. The lace nightie was bunched up around her waist, not covering much any more. Rohan sucked and bit her soft flesh next to her spine and immediately Shweta yelped as her pussy spiked hard at the touch of his teeth.
“Your husband is waiting outside, by the way.” He said in her ear when he felt that her orgasm had subsided to the point that she could hear and understand.
“Doesn’t matter.” She panted “He is not important, Rohan. You are. I am your bitch, not his.”
“Are you sure?” He kept pushing his cock fully deep into her ass even though he was not drilling her fast now “You reminded me that he would be home soon earlier.”
“It was a mistake.” She admitted “It does not matter when he would be home or not. You will fuck me when you want. You don’t need anybody’s permission to nail your bitch. Rohan, I mean it, baby. I am your bitch now. I am not just saying it. I am really your property. Tum jaise rakhoge main rahoongi.”
[You can keep me as you want.]
She felt his cock pulse in her ass and felt hopeful that he might like to keep her. She didn’t understand why the insecurity was making her pussy buzz harder than before but she did know that she had to get him to keep her at any cost.
“You do like fucking me, don’t you, Rohan?” She asked in a needy voice that she had never used with any man in her whole life “Meri gaand maarna pasand hai na tumhein?”
[You like fucking my ass?]
“Of course, I like nailing you, you are a gorgeous whore.” He said, his throbbing cock in her ass giving credence to his words.
“Then keep me na, Rohan. I won’t give you any trouble, baby.” She promised “You can fuck me when you want. I won’t bother you like a needy whore. I will wait for your dick like a good girl. You can call me where you want and jam it in me whenever you want.”
Even as she was grovelling to stay his whore his cock was fucking her ass deep and the feeling of having his meat stick drill her anal canal added to the verbal humiliation that she was doing to herself was making her pussy throb harder. Then again she was right on the edge, feeling so incredibly helpless in his hands that every cell in her body was electrified. He slammed in hard, slapping his thighs on her ass in a way that made her ass cheeks sting.
“Hay, mar gayee!” Shweta screamed and closed her eyes as her pussy erupted like a dam smashed by the force of the flood water. Rohan grabbed her neck and pinned her down, her cheek grinding on the seat of the sofa while he destroyed her ass with his massive cock.
Shweta wasn’t sure but it felt like the orgasms were getting hotter and harder. Each one was thrashing her body like a bear shaking a tree. She never got this feeling of utter helplessness with any man before. It was intoxicating like tequila. Shweta wanted it bad, she wanted it to last all her life.
As she came, he kept drilling her hard and fast, making her orgasm spike with each thrust, but slowly and gradually her orgasm did subside. Rohan slowed his strokes as he felt her come off the high of the orgasm. He pushed his fingers deep into her silken hair and turned her face towards him. He pressed his lips on her soft, luscious lips and kissed her slowly but intimately as he kept fucking her ass with smooth in and out strokes. Shweta responded to his kiss eagerly, happy to feel that he wanted her. Her pussy was hungry for his attention and every move from him was making her pussy pulse and tingle.
“You are such a hot, stunning, gorgeous babe.” He said looking in her eyes as he broke the kiss but kept her hair in his grip.
Shweta smiled “Thank you, Rohan. You don’t know how much it means coming from you.”
“Come on, Shweta.” He smiled “You have a mirror, you know you are a superhot woman. I have heard the boys in the neighbourhood refer to you as a goddess.”
With a sweet smile, Shweta leaned in and kissed his lips softly then looking in his eyes she said “This goddess wants nothing more than to be your whore, Rohan. Sirf tumhari kutiya ban ke rehna chahti hoon. Rakh lo na.”
[I just want to live as your bitch. Please keep me.]
“Baby, you know how much I like you,” he moved his hips “can you feel my cock throbbing in you every time I look at your beautiful face?”
“I can.” She nodded “So, keep me, na. Why are you leaving me?”
“Not leaving you, darling. Not yet.” He said “But after the engagement it won’t be fair.”
“Rohan, I want to be your whore forever,” She looked at him with a serious expression “please find a way to keep me in your possession. Tell me what I can do.”
He moved his hips and she whimpered as his cockhead stirred her bowels.
“I don’t know, baby.” He said and continued to fuck her ass, moving in with confident, deep strokes without using much force. It was such a delicious feeling to be fucked so deep knowing that he could last for as long as he wanted that Shweta’s desire to stay his whore grew to desperation.
“Please, Rohan, don’t you like fucking me?” She whimpered.
“You know I love nailing you, Shweta.” His throbbing cock in her ass was proof that he was telling the truth.
“Then why won’t you keep me as your possession for the rest of my life?” She leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek, her hot breath warming his face.
“If I could, I would, gorgeous.” He kissed her cheek, his breath caressing her neck.
“So, you want to keep me as your bitch?” She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.
“Of course, babe, itni hot kutiya ko kaun chhodega?” He nodded.
[Who would leave such a hot bitch?]
“Then....ummm, what if I ask Manushi? If she had no problem with it?” Shweta asked hopefully.
“Come on, Shweta, you will ask your niece to keep fucking her husband?” Rohan said but his cock pulsing in her ass told her that he liked the idea.
“No, not fucking her husband,” Shweta shook her hand “I will ask her if I can be his whore on the side.”
“You will really ask her that?”
Shweta nodded “I will. If she said yes, will you keep me?”
He nodded as well “I will have no reason to let you go. I will keep you as my personal bitch.”
“Then I will ask her.” Shweta said and immediately cried out as Rohan’s cock pulsed in her ass and he rammed it fully deep into her body, rocking her whole body on the sofa, but keeping her in his firm grip so she felt the full force of his thrust in her ass “Ah, god!”
Her pussy loved his hard use and erupted the moment she felt his cockhead digging into her bowels. That feeling of being completely in his possession inside and outside, was such a turn-on for Shweta that she could not stop thinking about him when she was not under him. She suddenly remembered what he had said about her husband waiting outside and it made her pussy throb even harder. She was moaning constantly as she took his cock in her ass while thinking about her husband waiting outside for Rohan to finish with her. It made her pussy pulse so hard that she whimpered and came some more.
“After....” She panted and tried to catch her breath, her orgasm was still going though it was slowing down “after I...mmmm....ask Manushi, I will talk to my husband also.”
“No need.” He kissed her lips “I will handle him when the time is right.”
“Mmmm.” Shweta moaned. Just his confident tone was enough to make her pussy tingle. He was banging her while her husband was outside but his hard, solid erection was proof that he did not care. But then he was ready to take her as his possession in front of her husband, that was just the kind of thing that made Shweta want to worship him with her body and soul.
“Is he really....ah....waiting outside?” Shweta asked.
“Yes.” Rohan said and it seemed that the thought excited him as well. He started pounding her ass hard, his cock destroying her tight ass hole in a way that left no doubt that he was going to own every inch of Shweta both inside and out.
“Mumma!” She cried out as her pussy exploded within seconds and had to close her eyes to bear up under the tumultuous orgasm.
“Tell me,” he pulled her head up by gripping deep in her soft, silken hair “who is my bitch?”
“I am your bitch, baby.” She yelped and almost shouted “Main tumhari kutiya hoon, Rohan.”
“Who do you belong to?” He kept her in his strict grip and demolished her ass like a beast, jamming his cock brutally deep inside her.
“Ah. You, Rohan. I belong to you.” She was feeling her body getting hotter and hotter as he dominated her roughly. She knew what was coming and it was making her pussy burn with heat.
“Ungh! Fuck!” He grunted as his cock exploded in her ass. Shweta yelped and came with him. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the sofa while he drilled her ass and pumped his hot cum into her bowels. Shweta remembered clearly how amazing his cum tasted but she loved having him dump his load in her ass as well. This moment when they both came together was one of her favourites. She really felt extremely intimate with him. Regardless of what his relation might be with any other females, in this moment, Shweta felt that she was completely his and he was always meant to own her. She resolved to talk to Manushi soon.
He kissed her cheek and kept his face close to hers as he fucked her ass with slow in and out strokes, his cum providing more lubrication for his strokes. Shweta stayed happily under him and closed her eyes to fully cherish this moment.
“May I suck your cock clean, Sir?” She asked sweetly when she felt him stop.
Rohan kissed her neck “Yes, I would like that, my whore.”
As he pulled out of her ass, Shweta could not help but let out a moan. The cool air of the room rush into her ass hole that could not close immediately after that long, sustained pounding. She ignored it and got on her knees on the floor while Rohan sat on the sofa with his legs open. She started licking his cock, eating his delicious cum from it.
“Don’t you feel that this is where you really belong?” He stroked her head as he looked down in her eyes.
Shweta stopped licking his cock for a second and smiled “I do. I really do. On my knees, worshipping your cock, I really belong here.”
He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. Shweta continued licking his cock.
Chapter 4 – Esha Reports Back
Esha looked up as Deepika entered her office.
“Coffee?” Deepika said.
“Sure.” Esha said and got up. No matter how Deepika got her job, the fact was that she was Esha’s boss and her invitation was to be treated like an order.
Deepika led her to the restaurant on the tenth floor and they found a table by the window. Seeing the top two managers of the hotel in the restaurant the whole staff became alert. A waitress came to their table. They ordered coffee.
“Isn’t she a cute little thing?” Esha said watching the waitress as she walked away.
“Sure.” Deepika said “But forget her, I want to know about you. How did it go with boss today?”
Esha smiled and tried not to blush as she remembered what Rohan had done to her this morning.
“It....it went ok.” She looked down but then forcefully made herself look up in Deepika’s eyes.
“Just ok?” Deepika grinned and leaned in curiously more like a friend than a boss “Give me details, girl.”
“He was very nice. I did as you advised, I showed him around....introduced him to the various staff....”
“Esha, you are not so stupid that you don’t get what I am trying to get at.” Deepika said “Now, stop trying to be a bitch and tell me what I want to know.”
“Well, he....he nailed me.” Esha didn’t understand why her heartbeat was rising just talking about him but it was and she was squirming in her seat.
“Look, Esha, we both have to work together.” Deepika said “There is noone I can be friends with because I am the general manager. You are the closest thing I have as a colleague or friend. So, do you want to talk to me like a friend or at least a colleague or should we just call it quits?”
“I...I don’t mind.” Esha said “But it’s hard to talk about that for me, because...”
“Come on, you are not that shy.” Deepika said “I know you fuck around, even at work.”
Esha looked at her sharply. Deepika nodded “Yes, I know stuff.”
After careful consideration Esha decided not to ask her what she knew. Instead she said “It’s not that, not the sex part, Deepika, but he...he did something to me. I am embarrassed about it but he kind of broke me, emotionally...not in a bad way, but...oh, God, I can’t explain it.”
“Who do you think can understand that better than someone who has been broken at his hands?” Deepika pointed toward herself “As soon as he fucked me the first time, I was ready to dump my longterm boyfriend so I could be his bitch.”
“Exactly!” Esha said excitedly “That’s what I mean. As you say, I do fuck around, a lot, but he broke me in a way that, you know like....I would do anything for him.”
Deepika nodded “I know. I would rather be his bitch than the queen of the King of England.”
“England doesn’t have a king,” Esha smiled “they have a queen.”
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