Landlord
Apply with Open Legs

Korben Hunter

© Sultry Publications, 2023

Disclaimer

All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. JK is a fictional character, his house is fictional, the college is a figment of my 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, practice, organisation or event shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.

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.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Series Info

Chapter 1 – An Unusual Landlord

Chapter 2 – Kiara Arrives for Her Interview

Chapter 3 – The Interview Starts

Chapter 4 – Terms of the Agreement

Chapter 5 – The Breaking Clause

Chapter 6 - Farewell

Chapter 7 – Kiara Misses JK

Chapter 8 – Kiara Lost Something

Chapter 9 – JK Feeds Kiara

Chapter 10 – Kiara Chills with JK

Chapter 11 – Getting to Know Kiara

Chapter 12 – Shweta Has Needs

Chapter 13 – Aishwarya’s Frustration

Chapter 14 – JK Meets Kriti

Chapter 15 – Pooja Has a Need

Chapter 16 – Kriti is Grateful

Chapter 17 – JK Meets Aishwarya

Chapter 18 – JK Has Questions

Chapter 19 – Anushka Has Notes

Chapter 20 – Anushka Gives the Notes

Chapter 21 – Sonal is Interested

Chapter 22 – Sharvari is Eager

Chapter 23 – Who is Neha Sharma?

Chapter 24 – Pooja Asks for Help

Chapter 25 – Neha Works Hard

Chapter 26 – Lara Makes a Plan

Chapter 27 – Pooja Makes an Effort

Chapter 28 – Shweta Changes the Plan

Chapter 29 – JK Meets the Party Guests

Chapter 30 – Kriti Has Boyfriend Trouble

Chapter 31 – Kriti Executes Her Plan

Chapter 32 – Who is Rashmika Mandanna?

Chapter 33 – Jahnvi is Interested

Chapter 34  – Kriti Knows What She Wants

Chapter 35 – Shweta Likes a Dance

Chapter 36 – Malvika Sharma Makes a Case

Chapter 37  – Two Sluts are Better than One

Chapter 38 – Jahnvi Wants a Dance or Chance

Chapter 39 – Time to Go Home

Introduction

This story has a long history behind it and it has taken a weird path to get here. Originally, I wrote a story series on my subreddit BollywoodStories with the premise of a landlord who gives two rooms on rent and the girls he rents to become his sluts. He fucks them in the interview and then later on he fucks them regularly when they are his tenants.

I used reddit polls to ask the members which characters should be next and who should be selected to rent a room and other such decisions. The story continued for several episodes then I got bored with it and stopped as I had other series to write as well which were carrying on in books.

From time to time, I kept getting demands to continue this series but I was busy with other series and I did not get the time. After a while I considered extending this and writing it as a book. When I looked at the material that was there, I was convinced that it was not worth a book at all. The writing was very casual, the plots were quite unrealistic and because the flow was based on polls, it progressed in quite a haphazard way. I dropped the idea.

Then while I was thinking about changing my writing pattern so I could publish more often, I looked at my stories to see which one could be written and published as individual stories. This one stood out as a likely candidate. Meanwhile I was still getting requests to continue it.

This time I picked it up with the intention to plot it afresh and write it from scratch. The premise had potential as a good erotic story and by writing it from scratch I could make it a little less unrealistic. Recently I have published the first book in “Slut U” series which was well-received by my readers and it had a very unrealistic premise. Since realism doesn’t seem to be a hard and fast requirement for a good erotic story, I think this one will be a fun one to read and write as well.

I published this as  four individual stories which were well-received. This book is a compilation of the four stories plus the fifth part.  There will be another book after this which will continue the story and will be a full-sized book. I prefer writing the full books as it gives me more flexibility in the placement of sex scenes and it’s easier to write non-sex scenes that progress the story. I will continue this as books only from now on.  

Hope you keep enjoying it.

Series Info

In this book you meet JK who owns a highly desirable house in Goa near the Goa Performance Arts College as well as to a beach. He has two spare rooms that he only rents to hot, slutty  girls most of whom are students at the college. His purpose is to have sex with the hot, slutty tenants and keep them as his bitches. He has a process for attracting and seducing the slutty girls which works well for him.

The sex in the story could be unrealistic in some ways but then it is porn and porn plots are not always the most realistic. I mean who has sex with the pizza delivery guy other than his girlfriend?

When the story opens, JK is interviewing potential candidates for the rooms while the college term is starting. Other than these slutty prospects we also get to meet some of his colleagues at the college and some people that he works with.

Hope you enjoy the story.

Photos

I have been doing another experiment recently. This book contains some photos as reference for the dresses that I have described. The photos are created by AI, so they are not an accurate depiction of the dress I am describing but they are close. When reading the story, use the photos as a reference but pay attention to the description of the dress as the accurate design of the dress.

As you would have noticed, I use the dresses not just for adornment of the character’s body but also as a point for flirting, make-out etc. All those actions will be based on the description that I provide for the dress or outfit.

Most of all, I would be interested to get your feedback on the photos, if they helped in getting an idea of the design of the dresses, did they add to your enjoyment of the story or was it the other way around?

Based on your feedback I will decide if I want to spend time creating these photos for the future books or not.

Thank you.

Chapter 1 – An Unusual Landlord

JK moved around the large living room, moving things that didn’t need to be moved, fixing stuff that didn’t need fixed. He was just puttering around otherwise everything was perfect as it should be. It was a nice house, big, spacious and walking distance from the beach. It had several rooms on two floors. The upper floor had two big balconies that provided a great view of the nearby beach at sunset.

It was a great house, closeness to the beach was its best feature but not the only feature. It was big and spacious but also had all the modern furnishings and amenities. One tenant had once compared it to a five star hotel luxury with a homey feel. Any time it was put on the market for rent there were dozens of applications for each room. JK only rented out two of the upstairs bedrooms and he never put it on the market in the beginning of the season.

The Goa College for Performing Arts was a fifteen minutes walk from the house. That made it insanely attractive for students. At the beginning of the term when students were buzzing like bees all over Goa to find a suitable room, JK never put the house on the rental websites. He liked the money from the room rent but that was neither his primary income nor his reason for renting them out. Five years ago when he had first rented out one room, it had been taken by a student who was very pretty and friendly. Things had developed while she was living there and JK had enjoyed those few months of the term immensely. He had not imagined that a divorced middle-aged man could have that kind of amazing sex life.

He was a smart man. Once he found that it could work, he perfected the solution with experimentation and optimisation. The next term he had rented out both rooms to pretty girls. One of them he had fucked for all those months but the second one he only managed to seduce a couple of weeks before the end of the term. Then he had done more research and decided that he would only rent to slutty girls. His formula had worked and by now he had it honed down to a science.

First part, of course, was not to put the house on the market at the beginning of the term. The kind of girl he was interested in was never a forward thinker or great planner. She would come to the town late and look for a place to live in desperation. He put the house on the website two weeks before term start. Second thing was the listing on the site. He described every feature of the house in poetic detail. He filled out every single form that the website had. He described every room in detail with figures as well as words. He attached as many photos as the website allowed and paid for premium service so he could add more photos. His photos covered every attractive part of the house and they were professional level photos. The skills he had acquired in his primary job helped him in all of this.

The third important detail was the rent. He priced the rooms twenty percent less than normal rooms of this size. Basically you were getting a five-star room for the price of a four-star room. He was careful not to reduce the price so much that the house would appear cheap or suspicious. He fixed the deposit at two months rent but that was so that there would be room for negotiation. He had found from his experimentation that it never deterred girls from applying because they thought they could bargain him down. On the other hand, boys took that as set in stone and did not apply if the deposit was more than what they could pay.

So much for making the house attractive to others, then came the part to filter the applicants. Again he used his skills to create a process that would attract the hottest and sluttiest girls to him. Right from the first step he made it mandatory for them to apply with a phone number and a photo. The photo not only showed how attractive the girl was but based on the photo she chose, he could judge how open and slutty she would be.

In the tenant profile he used words like social, fun-loving, friendly etc. to hint that party girls were welcome. He used expressions like “You would live with the older, dynamic, friendly landlord as your roommate.” There were other expressions and requirements that he had found attracted the right kind of girl to apply.

If he liked the application, he wrote to them giving them more details about the house and asking for more photos. He didn’t need the photos so much as to see if they complied, but the photos were a good indication of the girl’s character. It was surprising how many girls included at least one photo in a two-piece bikini at this stage.

His third step before they could see the house was to ask them to fill out a questionnaire. He had enough skill in this area to create a list of questions that was not offensive but could get very personal without seeming to be too intrusive. He even had a question:

How would your friends describe you?

[ ] Goody Two shoes

[ ] Bookworm

[ ] Friendly & social

[ ] Party girl

[ ] Slut

This was innocent on the face of it as is appeared that the landlord may be looking only to get good girls, but in fact he chose from the other side of the spectrum. Most slutty girls ticked “Friendly & Social” but he picked “party girl” also for personal interview. Only a couple of girls had ever ticked “Slut”.

By the time the girl came for a personal interview, he was sure that he could explore her fully. He usually ended up selecting a girl from the first couple of girls he interviewed. For the last three years, he had not had a problem in selecting the kind of slutty girls he wanted.

The girl who was coming for a personal interview today was called Kiara Advani. He had liked her name right from the beginning. The first photo she had attached in her application was of her in a very short tank top that showed the bottom of her tits and a tiny micromini skirt. She had a beautiful heart-shaped face and looked stunning. She had sent several bikini photos in the second email and in one she was tanning fully naked face down on a beach towel. The sight of her tight, naked ass had made JK’s dick throb. She had ticked “party girl” in her questionnaire which was also promising.

Chapter 2 – Kiara Arrives for Her Interview

The doorbell rang. JK could not help his cock stirring in his pants as he went to open the door. The girl standing outside was absolutely breathtaking! She was hotter than her photos and oozed sex appeal like crazy. The heart-shaped face, the sharp features, her soft, supple lips pulling his eyes and then her body, if her face was angelic, her body was devilish hot.

“Hi, I am Kiara!” She smiled.

She was wearing a white silk jacket with three-fourth sleeves. It was short, reaching just a few inches below her tits. It was not a normal jacket which could close, it had an open design where the two sides will never meet. They were held closed by a small strap on one side that tied to a button on the other side.

Although the jacket was sexy in itself, what made it superhot was the fact that she was not wearing any kind of top or bra in it. Her young tits were big enough that they were sagging under their own weight and that jacket was baring her sideboobs quite generously as well as exposing her fair chest for him to admire. She was not wearing a necklace and the eyes rested directly on her big boobs, so insufficiently covered by the jacket.

Her skirt was technically a micromini but it was the shortest micromini on the planet. It was a metallic silver skirt with silver sequins over a sheer grey fabric. The sequins were laid out in a pattern like a modern art piece and they covered her body in a very daring and insufficient way. Her thighs were pretty much fully showing through the thin sheer cloth including her pelvic slopes. Her pussy was covered by the sequins but in such a daring pattern that it looked like her pussy slit would peek through if she just stepped in a certain way. The skirt ended just below her upper thighs, making no effort to cover her mid-thighs.

“Welcome, Kiara. I am JK.” He said and shook hands with her.

As he let her in, he noticed that the skirt was quite low-rise baring about an inch of her ass crack in the back which is also known as the coinslot. The coinslot got bigger when she stepped on her high heels. He had noticed she was wearing 7” high mules which were pushing her ass up in that skintight skirt that was squeezing her buttocks visibly hard. The sequins covered her ass crack but the rest of her ass cheeks showed through the sheer fabric here and there. She would have covered more if she had worn a bikini.

Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail and JK got a whiff of her shampoo smell as she passed by him to step through. He could see that she had done her make-up carefully for this interview including a dark red lipstick on her soft, luscious lips. Her long legs looked amazingly hot in those shoes and when she walked, the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out from under her tiny skirt. JK could not help his cock starting to get hard as he checked her out. He didn’t try to hide it. He had found it better to let the girls notice it. It made things easier later.

 “This is a lovely place.” Kiara untied her jacket strap as she looked around in the entrance hall.

As her jacket opened slightly more, JK got a clear view of one of her breasts from the side. It was firm and her nipple was hard. It didn’t seem that she cared that her breasts were now almost visible, indeed it seemed that that’s the effect she wanted. JK also didn’t try to hide the fact that he could see her tits.

 “Thank you, would you like a tour first?”

 “Oh, yes, please.” She smiled and her smile was as gorgeous as the rest of her.

“Come,” JK put his hand on her bare waist, she didn’t pull away, rather she pulled  closer “love your shoes, by the way.”

“Thank you so much.” She flashed her beautiful smile at him again “Love a man who appreciates fashion.”

“I appreciate beauty,” He let his hand caress her waist slightly “in all its forms.”

“Even better.” She smiled and walked with him.

He showed her the room first.

“This will be my bedroom?” She looked around “Wow, it’s so big and nice. It has big windows. So many places I have seen have no windows, like am I going to prison? Just because I am a student, I don’t need windows? Oh, I love that bed, so big. I love it! I want it!”

He had expected that reaction. He didn’t comment and just said “Come.”

The balcony got the same kind of reaction from her “Oh, my god, this is gorgeous!”

“You should see it at sunset,” he said “sit here with your book and watch the sunset instead of reading.”

She giggled “Sounds great. Can I read here? Like, I can use the balcony? I know it’s not in my room but…”

“Of course, you can.” He said “You will be living with me. Outside of your room we will be sharing everything. You will find that we will be sharing much more than typical landlord-tenant.”

“That sounds sexy.” She smiled “Oh, what’s that?”

Her breast pressed into his back as she pointed while standing behind him.

“That’s your college.” He said.

“Oh, that’s so close.” She put her hand on his shoulder and didn’t move back, letting her breast press harder on his back.

“Yes,” he stayed there without trying anything “it’s about fifteen minutes walk from here. It’s a nice walk in good weather.”

They continued the tour. He showed her the kitchen.

“I am not a good cook.” She said “I can make a few basic things but other than that I am helpless. Do you cook?”

“Yes, I make my own meals.” He nodded “I am a good cook, I would say.”

“Nice.”

“So, you would be eating out mostly?”

“I can’t really afford to eat out all the time, I like to save my money for drinking,” she giggled “but I will just make some basic things, or maybe you can teach me some stuff?”

“Sure.” He nodded “As I said we will be sharing a lot.”

Chapter 3 – The Interview Starts

Finally they got back to the living room. He sat down on the long sofa and picked up his clipboard.

“I have some questions to ask you, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, the interview, yes, of course.” She at in the sofa chair at right angles from him and crossed her legs. Her short skirt rode up and her legs were bared all the way to her thighs. As she turned her body toward him, her jacket opened slightly and he got a clear view of her left breast including the nipple which was erect and hard.

“Let’s start with the basic things -”

“Can I ask you something first?” She interrupted him.

“Sure.” He lowered the clipboard.

“How old are you?”

“I am fifty-five.” He said simply. He had found it better to use his real age. It didn’t seem to matter. In case of slutty girls they seemed to like older guys even more. For one thing, older men were reputed to be better at sex and it seemed to be a badge of honour for them to be able to claim that they fucked someone so much older than them.

“Wow!” She looked at him “You don’t look fifty-five, dude. You look hardly forty.”

“Thank you, but I am fifty-five.”

She was not lying. He was very fit for his age and paid attention to both his diet and his exercise regime.

“I am twenty-four.”

“You look hardly nineteen.” He smiled.

“Don’t say that!” She laughed “I was such a stupid slut when I was nineteen.”

“I hope you got it out of your system,” he said “at least the stupid part.”

“Oh, my god, you are so naughty!” She giggled “I am going to like you.”

“Let’s see if you get to live with me then.” He phrased it deliberately.

“Sure.” She said “But I am telling you I want this place. I want to live here. Give me any quiz, test, any rules, I will take them all. I want this.”

“You are a pretty girl, I like pretty girls, but I still want to make sure you are the kind of girl I would like living with me.” He said.

“Ok, ask your questions.”

He picked up the clipboard “You said you don’t cook much, but would you be able to keep up with the kitchen duties, mostly washing your own dishes and cleaning the kitchen when it’s your turn?”

“Yes, I am a good girl when I have the fixed duties, so assign me whatever and I will do it.”

JK nodded “I won’t be like a landlord. We will be living like roommates here so we will all need to do our part.”

“I like that,” she said “You and I will be roommates and who else?”

“There will be one more girl in the other room upstairs.”

“Have you selected her?”

“Not yet.”

“Ok, but it will be another girl, right?” She said “You only choose pretty girls to live with you?”

“That’s right.” He said “I usually choose the hottest girls to live with me.”

“Aw, thank you,” She brushed her hair from her face “I am flattered that you even called me for the interview.”

He smiled “Well, you are a hot piece of ass, I am sure guys tell you that all the time.”

She didn’t take offence but smiled “They do, but they are usually guys my age, they are stupid dogs, they chase pussy all the time. To be called hot by a man like you, that’s so much more…interesting.”

“Well, you are a hot girl, and the other one will be a hot girl as well. I have some applications that I am sorting through for that room as well.”

“You only choose students?”

“Usually. I like fun girls to share with.” He said “Sometimes teachers also apply for the rooms but I don’t like boring people even if they are pretty. I like hot, fun-loving, sweet girls to live with so I can enjoy life with them.”

“You are so smart. I love it.” She smiled “And I am very sweet, you will know when you taste me, I mean when you get to know me.”

He grinned “You are also very naughty, which I am going to like.”

“Oh, you like naughty girls?” She smiled.

“Love them, if they are the right kind of naughty.”

“So, I can stop pretending to be a good girl?” She laughed.

“Oh, this was you being a good girl so far?” He rolled his eyes.

They both laughed.

She said “Ok, ask your questions. Ask me a sexy one.”

“Ok, what kind of panties do you wear?” He said “The little thongs get stuck in the washing machine.”

“See, that was a sexy question, but then you added the bit about the washing machine and that killed the buzz.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, ask like,” she leaned forward and said in an overly sexed tone “’Kiara, what kind of panties do you wear, babe?’ ask like that.”

He smiled “Kiara, what kind of panties do you wear?”

“Usually none.” She said “They are restraining and they...get in the way.”

“That’s what I usually say to the girls I date.” He said.

“You and I will get along then.” She smiled.

“But surely in a short skirt like this…”

“Nope,” she said and opened her legs “I like the freedom. It’s very rare that I wear panties, maybe like if I am wearing a skirt that’s fully sheer then I might.”

Her bare pussy was fully visible and his heart skipped a beat as he looked at her smoothly saved mound, her tight pussy slit and he could detect a slight glistening of moisture along her slit.

“Good, that will work.” He said “I noticed you are not wearing a bra, is that your normal style?”

“Thank god you didn’t mention washing machine this time.” She said “Yes, I hardly ever wear a bra, I like the freedom, and I think I have nice tits.” She opened her jacket fully revealing her hot, heavy tits “Don’t you think?”

“I think they are very hot.” He said. His cock was hardening quickly in his pants and it was only the clipboard that was partially covering it.

“Thank you, baby.” She smiled.

She let her jacket close, it didn’t close fully and he could still see one of her firm, hot breasts.

“I see you keep your pussy shaved, if you shave it in the bathroom, please do it in the tub only.” He said.

“Oh, I usually get it waxed,” she said casually “it’s smoother and stays smooth for longer.”

“Doesn’t that hurt though?”

“I like a little bit of pain.” She made a sexy face.

“Good. I like that in a girl.”

“You like that in your roommates?”

“I love that in my roommates.”

“Oh, sweet. Ask me more, I am liking these now.”

“Let’s talk about sex.”

“Mmmm, yes, let’s do, baby!” She winked.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I had one in Delhi but I broke up with him before I left as I would be living here.”

“So, you will be dating here?”

“Well, kind of.” She leaned forward “Look, I have come here to become an actress and model. Outside of the studies, I will be focusing on getting some modelling work, I may have to go to Bombay quite often for that. I would not have time for boyfriends and relationships and all.”

“But I thought you liked sex?” He said.

“I do, but I don’t need a boyfriend for that na, baby,” She smiled “I will still go out, I will still fuck around, but as long as I get my fix, I won’t look for a boyfriend and I can focus on my studies.”

“Sounds the sensible approach.” He said “I believe in casual sex as well without the drama of a relationship.”

“Exactly!” She said “You are single, right?”

“Yes, divorced.”

“So, you know the drama that comes with the committed relationship.”

“Oh, yes, I do.” He nodded.

“Why do you need all the hassle for just sex?” She said “We make sex into such a serious thing and then it leads to so much crap. Wouldn’t you rather just fuck when you want to fuck?”

“I would, and I do.” He nodded “And by the way, you wouldn’t have to go to Bombay for modelling.”

“No?”

“I know people.” He said “I will introduce you.”

“Oh, sweet. I would be so grateful for that.”

“But you know that auditions are always on casting couch, in Bombay or here?”

“I know that, baby,” she nodded “I am ready for it. I would not be trying to get into show business if I weren’t ready to spread my legs.”

“Smart girl.” He said “Beauty with brains.”

“Aw, thank you, baby.” She smiled her gorgeous smile “I like you, you know?”

“Good to know.” He smiled “Shall we carry on?”

“Sure, but ask me something sexy.” She said “When you said we’ll talk about sex, I thought you would ask me something sexy, but you asked about boyfriends.”

“Ask you sexy like what?”

“Umm, I don’t know, like what’s my favourite sexual position or something.”

“Ok, what’s your favourite sexual position, Kiara?” He smiled.

“Damn, I walked into that.” She giggled “Ok, fair is fair. My favourite position…it’s not just one but anywhere I am made helpless as I am fucked, I adore that.”

“Helpless as in tied up?”

“Tied up or just pinned down and held down, like that. God, it makes me hot to just talk about it.”

“Ah, cool.”

“Now you have to answer that too.”

“Why me?”

“Come on, fair is fair.” She insisted “You have to answer that too. And honestly, like I did.”

“Alright, well, I do like the same, I like to fuck hard, so yeah, making you helpless as I am nailing you would be part of it but I do have my favourite positions for that.”

“Ooh, tell me! Tell me!”

“Well, if I am fucking your pussy, I would have you under me, missionary, but your hands in my hands, your body pinned down, in this position I can suck your tits, suck your neck, or kiss your lips as I want while I am drilling your cunt.”

“Fuck! I like how you describe it.” She said “You said if you are fucking my pussy this is your favourite?”

“Yes, if I am nailing your ass then I would have you face down, you know prone bone..?”

“Mmmm yes.”

“So yeah, pin you down, nail your ass, pull your hair,” He said “and your back is available for me to lick, suck and bite, as well as your neck.”

“That is hot, baby.” She said “You didn’t say doggystyle, most guys just say doggystyle.”

“Doggystyle is good but it’s a rough position.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it’s good when I want to nail you hard, but also pull your hair more roughly, spank your ass hard and slap your tits while I am pounding you from behind.” He said “I am quite rough and most girls can’t hold there on hands and knees, so they end up in prone bone anyway.”

“Mmmm, you are pretty fit, aren’t you?”

He nodded.

“The way you were describing it, that was so hot,” she opened her jacket “see, my nipples got so hard.”

“Don’t show me or I might want to slap them.” He smiled.

“Maybe I will let you.” She smiled a cheeky, slutty smile.

“Should we carry on?” He picked up the clipboard.

He could see the moisture on her pussy slit as she had not closed her legs since talking about her panties. He was still taking it slow as he knew it was better to take time beforehand to build a proper foundation.

“If you want.” She said “Still sexy?”

“Kind of.” He said “You talked about casual sex. Would you be bringing boys back here?”

“Maybe. It depends. Do you have rules about that?”

“Not hard rules but I prefer if you didn’t.” He said “But if you did then I would expect you not to make too much noise.”

“Ok.” She nodded

“Well, of course,” he smiled “if you and I were fucking in your room, you can make as much noise as you want.”

“Because you are the boss, right?” She smiled.

“Exactly.”

“Ok. I will try to fuck at their places, but if I bring one home, I won’t make too much noise when fucking, and,” she looked at him “if I am fucking my landlord then I will be really loud.”

“You won’t be able to help it.” He grinned.

“Damn! Really?” She looked at him with interest.

“If you break any house rules, would you prefer me to fine you or discipline you?”

“I won’t break any rules, wait, how will you discipline me?”

“Spanking, of course.” He said casually.

“Oh, mmmm,” She bit her lower lip “then definitely spank me, please. I might break some rules just for the sake of it.”

“You like spanking, huh?” He looked at her.

She nodded, biting her lower lip more “Do you spank hard?”

“The only way to spank.”

She mewled and closed her eyes. He waited.

“If I walk around in a sheer nightie with no undies,” She said “will that be breaking a rule?”

“As long as we don’t have guests, you can walk around fully naked, if you want.” He said.

“You would not be able to control yourself, baby,” She smiled “if I am walking around naked.”

“Why would I need to?” He smiled back.

Chapter 4 – Terms of the Agreement

Kiara got up from her seat and walked over to him. She took his clipboard and tossed it aside. Then climbing on the sofa, she put one knee on each side of him and straddled him. Her body was hot and he could feel her heat on his thighs from either side. She put her hands on his shoulders. It pushed her jacket up and he got a clear view of her firm, proud tits standing hard and erect now. She lowered her ass on his crotch until he could feel the heat of her bare pussy on his dick.

She leaned in, bringing her face close to his, she said in a breathy voice “Baby, if I am walking around naked, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself.”

He reached up inside her jacket and squeezed her hot tits. Kneading her firm, pliable mounds he looked at her “Why would I need to when you are living with me?”

“Oh.” She finally got it “So, you mean we will fuck if I am living with you?”

“I mean I will nail you regularly when you are living with me.” He continued kneading her hot tits and she didn’t stop him.

“JK, you are so hard, are you going to nail me today?” She looked in his eyes.

He nodded “That’s the last part of the interview. I will test you.”

“Oh, god.” She stayed on his lap and ground her pussy on his cock “You must think I am a slut.”

“Kiara, I know you are a slut, and I like sluts.” He said “I only rent to sluts.”

“Well, that’s not the worst…wait, you said ‘test’,” she looked at him sharply “so even after you fuck me, I might not get the room if you think I don’t deserve it?”

“It’s not enough that you are taking my dick,” he said “you need to be good at it as well. Good enough that I would want to nail you regularly.”

“Look at me, baby, you think I am not good at sex?”

“Only one way to find out.” He smiled.

“So, if I get the room, how often would you nail me?”

“Whenever I want.”

“Tum roz bhi le sakte ho meri?”

[You might fuck me everyday?]

“Agar mera man hua to roz bhi chod sakta hoon.”

[If I feel like it, I will fuck you everyday.]

“Aur agar mera mann hua chudne ka to?”

[And if I feel like taking your dick?]

“Then you can also ask.”

“Hmmm, you are a bad man.” She said “I have never seen a man so bold like you. Took my ex a month to ask to kiss me.”

“I don’t ask.” He said and closed his mouth around her nipple.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as he sucked her breast “I can see. So, the girls for the other room, you will nail them too in interview?”

“Of course.” He continued kneading her hot tits, rubbing her wet nipple with his thumb.

“And if she’s not good in fucking?”

“Then she won’t get the room.”

“But if she gets the room…”

“Somebody will.”

“Yes, whoever the girl is in the other room,” she looked at him “tum hum dono ki loge?”

[You will nail us both?]

“Exactly.”

“Roz chodoge?”

[You will nail us everyday?]

“Agar mera mann hua to roz chodoonga.”

[If I feel like it, I will fuck everyday.]

“Ek saath ya alag alag?”

[Together or separately.]

“Jaise bhi mera mann hoga.”

[However I want to fuck you.]

“So, we will both be your sluts.”

“If you pass the test.”

“Fuck! That makes me want that room even more.”

“Because you want to show me that you are a good slut.” He said.

“I do.” She pulled her jacket off and tossed it on top of the clipboard “What if you are not good at fucking?”

He smiled “You can be the judge of that.”

“But if I want the room to mujhe chudna padega?”

[Then I have to take your dick?]

“Absolutely”

“And after I get the room, to tum regular chodoge mujhe?”

[Then you will fuck me regularly?]

“If you get the room.”

She smiled “I will get the room.”

“We will see.”

“Can I see your dick?” She bit her lower lip.

He nodded.

She reached down and opened his pants. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and looked at him “It can’t be!”

When she tried to pull it out of his pants, she had to move back to make space for it. Her jaw dropped as she looked at his size. Her hand just moved on it on its own, caressing it, feeling it rise up like a canon.

“You can hurt a girl with this.” She looked at him.

“I do.” He smiled “You will need to take this regularly if you are living with me.”

“Mmmm, god!” She rubbed it up and down, feeling his meaty shaft fill her hand and poke through, pointing at her face.

He rubbed her soft, smooth, bare back and let her come to terms with his massive cock on her own.

“You have a high sex drive?” She looked at him “Roz chodoge?”

[You will fuck me everyday?]

“Pretty much.” He said.

She rubbed his cock more and felt it pulse in her warm hand “Mmmm, poora andar daaloge?”

[Will you push it fully in?]

He nodded “In all your holes.”

“What?” her eyes opened wide “Meri gaand maaroge? Isse? You know how much that will hurt?”

[You will fuck my ass? With this?]

“So?” He shrugged.

Her pussy pulsed so hard at his indifference that she trembled “God, you are bad, aren’t you?”

“If I weren’t, would I keep two hot young girls as my bitches in my house?”

She looked at him “I will be your bitch?”

He met her gaze “You had any doubt?”

Kiara swallowed once then looked at him again “And now?”

“Now, I am going to test you.”

“By fucking me?”

He said “By nailing you.”

“Mmmm, and if I don’t fuck like an expert whore you won’t give me the room?”

“That’s right.”

“So, you will just fuck me and send me home and tell me later that I wasn’t good enough?”

“Yes.”

“Just like that?”

He nodded “Just like that.”

“Can you see how demeaning that is?” She was still rubbing his cock as she talked.

“You will still take it,” He said “because you don’t have any other choice.”

“I want that room.” She said, her breath was now audibly heavy.

He shook his head “You want this dick in you. You want to live here as my whore.”

Kiara whimpered, her tits were rock hard now, her nipples were so hard they were aching. He could see how turned on she was. He took her hands off his dick and put them on his shoulders.

“Please!” She looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes wide.

“Spread your legs.” He said.

Kiara opened her knees, spreading her legs wide. Her tiny skirt rode up and her bare pussy was fully visible for him to see. She was soaking wet. He took his cock in his hand and placed his cockhead on her pussy hole. He pushed only enough to lodge his bulbous cockhead between her pussy lips, right up against her tight entrance hole without going in. She gasped and looked at him.

“Daal do.” She breathed “Please!”

[Enter me. Please.]

“Are you ready to be tested?” He said.

“Yes. Yes, please test me.”

“For what?” He moved his hands to her chest and squeezed her tits hard. She moaned and moved her hips trying to take him in. But the massive cockhead was not going to go into her tight hole that easily. She could also feel that it was going to hurt in the first entry.

“I want that room.” She said, almost breathless.

He shook his head “Try again.”

“I....I....” she swallowed “I want to be your live-in whore.”

“Look at me and say that.”

Kiara whimpered “I want to be your live-in whore, Sir. Please fuck me and accept me as your whore.”

“I don’t fuck, I use hot sluts,” he said, crushing her young, hardened tits in his hands, his fingers digging into he soft, pliable mounds “like fucktoys.”

“Then use me like a fucktoy.” She panted “Make me your whore. Just keep me here.”

She leaned down and pressed her hot lips on his. He kissed her back and she mashed her soft, luscious lips on his lips hungrily. Her pussy was leaking juices over his cock now. She was rolling her hips and grinding in a needy way, massaging his cockhead without taking it in. She pushed her tongue into her mouth and massaged his tongue with hers. He sucked her tongue and they battled for control. She moaned as she surrendered and accepted his tongue in her mouth.

He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them tight as he pushed up with his hips. His massive cockhead stretched her tight, young pussy as it popped into her wet, tight hole.

“Oh, mumma!” She screamed and had to break the kiss as the hot pain rocked her body from top to bottom.

JK didn’t go any deeper in her pussy. He let his cockhead throb in her tight cunt as he sucked her tits, teasing her nipples with his tongue. She moaned and squirmed. His thick cockhead was hurting in her tight hole but she was also not able to keep from rolling her hips. The slight movement of her hips was causing fresh pain in her vagina and Kiara was moaning with pleasure.

She lowered her forehead on his and breathed “Baby, bahut mota hai. Dard ho raha hai.”

[It’s really thick. It’s hurting.]

He looked up in her eyes “How can I keep you here until I break you first?”

“Oh,” she had not expected this rough answer and it took her breath away “Todoge mujhe?”

[You will break me?]

Before replying to her he rolled his hips and pushed deeper into her cunt. Kiara whimpered with pain as he went only a couple of inches deeper in her pussy but it flooded her young, slender body with pain. She gasped as her breath was pushed out of her lungs.

“Tode bina meri kutiya kaise banogi?” He rubbed her smooth, warm back and kept his cock where it was without moving in or out.

[How will you become my bitch if I don’t break you first?]

Kiara whimpered. His rough, dominant words were turning her on as much as his huge cock jammed in her young vagina. She had always been able to manipulate men even older men because of how beautiful she was. The result of that was that they bored her. Bad boys, dominant man and rough guys who treated her like a fucktoy became her favourite. An older man who looked like a gentleman but acted like a bad boy was like a dream combination. Her mind was right now swimming in sexual chemicals and her body was pulsing with erotic heat so badly that she was helpless in his hands.

Lifting her head, she nodded “Tod do. Bana lo apni kutiya. But rakh lo yahin apne paas.”

[Break me. Make me your bitch. But keep me here with you.]

He took a grip on her hips and pulled her down. This time, Kiara helped him impale her deeper by pushing down with her ass. His cock reached deeper into her cunt and she  gasped as her breath was knocked out of her lungs again. She could feel his cock throbbing like a live missile in her cunt and it was an insanely erotic feeling. She was going crazy with this heat and wanted more even though it felt like his cock was ripping her apart.

“It hurts, JK,” she lowered her head on his shoulder and whimpered in his ear “it hurts a lot.”

But at the same time, she continued moving her ass up and down, riding his thick cock, taking it deep into her pussy. She could see that he was only about halfway deep in her and already she was feeling overwhelmed but the anticipation of what his cock will do to her in the next few minutes was driving her wild. She loved sex and had a lot of  it so just having sex was not so exciting for her. She found that her orgasms took a long time, and it was actually rare that she could cum with a man inside her but today she was finding that her pussy was already throbbing hard even when he was not yet fully in her.

He touched his lips to her ear “Spread your legs, breathe and push down. Let it hurt.”

She tried to push down but his massive cock hurt much more as it reached incredibly deep in her young, tight pussy. She pulled up again.

“No, baby,” He said in her ear “this is going to happen. This cock is going to break you. And you are going to become his bitch.”

By now tears were dripping out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She looked at him with her moist eyes “It hurts, baby. I have never taken something so big in my vagina before.”

He wiped her tears and cupped her cheek. He brought her face close to his and looked up in her eyes “You want to live with me?”

“Yes.” She breathed “Please!”

“As what?”

She swallowed and said “As your bitch.”

“My bitch?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Completely your bitch.”

He caressed her cheek “Chudogi mujh se?”

[You will take my dick?]

“Roz, roz chudoongi.”

[I will take it everyday.]

JK took her hair in his fist and held it firmly without pulling it “Kaise?”

[How?]

“Mmmm, kutiya ki tarah.” She said. Her pussy pulsed around his cock as she said that.

[Like a bitch.]

While he was asking her all the humiliating questions, he was fucking her in and out, reaching deeper into her cunt with each thrust. Kiara was gasping with each stroke of his cock but she wasn’t stopping him. His words seem to be providing lubrication for his penetration. Now he was almost fully deep in her and Kiara was overwhelmed. She knew he would go still deeper in her young body and he heart was racing like the bullet train with fear and excitement.

He squeezed her close to his body and whispered in her ear “Tell me who is my bitch.”

“I am your bitch.” She panted as he lifted her up.

“Kaun hai meri kutiya?” He said pressing his lips to her ear.

[Who is my bitch?]

“Main hoon aap ki kutiya.” She panted as he manhandled her young, light body, laying her on the sofa without letting his cock slide out of her cunt “Kiara hai aap ki kutiya.”

[I am your bitch. Kiara is your bitch.]

Now she was pinned under him and he was on top of her. She was completely helpless and feeling vulnerable under him. He was fucking her with long, smooth strokes, jamming his massive cock deep into her young pussy, stretching her so wide that she could feel her pulse in her pussy. He pressed his lips on her hot, red lips and kissed her hard as he fucked her with the same length but increased his speed. Kiara felt like she was in a speeding car whose brakes had failed. She yelped with his strokes, holding herself tight against him with her arms around him. His chest was grinding on her bare tits and the friction felt like it was raising sparks in her slender body.

JK made three hard strokes, each harder than the other. They increased his depth inside her, his cockhead reaching incredibly deep in her vagina. With the third one his cockhead slammed into her cervix and he held it there.

“Ah, mumma!” Kiara screamed loudly as her pussy erupted so incredibly hard that it felt like she was a firework and her whole body was exploding. She clung to his neck and yelped as her pussy pumped out her cum like it was a river in flood.

After giving her a second, JK started drilling her cunt, each thrust slamming into her cervix, filling her young, slim body with so many hot, electric sensations that she was going crazy with this unprecedented level of erotic heat and passion.

“Chodo mujhe, zor se!” Suddenly Kiara realised that she was mumbling demands in his ear, demands and pleadings that were getting mixed with each other “Chodo na. Kutiya ki tarah chodo. Tod do mujhe. JK, ah! Baby, zor se chodo, ah, aise hi. Todo, ragdo mujhe. Baby, yahin rehna hai, tumhare neeche. Roz chudna hai. Roz kutiya ki tarah chodna hai mujhe.”

[Fuck me, hard. Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch. Break me, JK. Baby, fuck me hard, just like that. Break me, pound me. Baby, I want to live here, under you. I want to be fucked everyday. Fucked like a bitch everyday.]

Her own hot, explicit words made her pussy tingle and her orgasm spiked again, making her cry out. She rubbed his back, holding on to him for dear life as he slammed her ass into the sofa with his hard, forceful strokes.

It took a while but finally her orgasm subsided. He lifted himself on his elbows and continued fucking her with slower strokes. She looked into his eyes and smiled “Never had that before. Never this hard.”

JK smiled “This will be your new normal.”

She smiled “If I live here, you will nail me regularly, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s your rule?”

He nodded “I only keep girls I can fuck regularly.”

“You will fuck the other girl too?”

“Of course.”

“What if she is hotter than me?” She said “If she’s a better whore? I could not even do anything, your cock overwhelmed me.”

“She will live in her own room.”

“But we will both be your bitches?”

“Absolutely.”

“When will  you tell me I can come and be your bitch?”

“In a couple of days.”

“Ok. Will you test any other girl for my room, too?”

“There are some applications, but I only have one interview planned.”

“If she is a better whore than me?”

“Then she will get the room.” he shrugged.

“If she is a better whore, would you give me another chance to come and prove my worth?” She looked at him.

“Would you like me to?” He said.

Kiara nodded “Yes. Please. Tell me,  do I have a good chance of becoming your whore?”

“A fifty-fifty chance.”

Kiara smiled “Will you fuck me again?”

“I am not done fucking you the first time yet.”

Her eyes opened wide “You didn’t cum yet?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, fuck!” She squeezed his dick with her pussy “You are super hard.”

“Exactly.”

“Will you let me cum again?”

“As many times as you want.” He smiled.

“Mmmm, chodo phir, kutiya ki tarah,” she nodded “todo mujhe jaise tumhara dil kare.”

[Fuck me then, like a bitch. Break me as you want.]

Her open invitation made his cock flex. He speeded up his strokes. Kiara yelped as his cockhead started slamming into her cervix right away this time. Within seconds she was arching her back and raising her ass to be fucked harder. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down so his chest was grinding on her tits. She felt his shirt grind on her bare tits. She reached down and pulled it open, breaking some buttons.

“Ah.” She gasped as his hot chest ground on her bare tits, his strong, masculine body crushing her forcefully down.

This time her body heated up much faster. Just knowing that he could get her to that stage got Kiara to that stage. She squeezed her arms around him and pressed her face in the crook of his neck. She raised her ass again and again to line up her pussy with his strokes. Each time he slammed her down, his cock pounding her cunt, his cockhead pummelling her cervix in a way that filled her body with hot pain and made her yelp. As each shockwave of that pain receded into her body, Kiara wanted it again and raised her ass for him to slam her down with his force.

Her pussy erupted and she yelped loudly. Keeping her arms around him, she moved her ass up and down to try and fuck herself on his massive, hard cock. Then she found that his strokes were much more forceful and surrendered to them, with open legs rather than try anything herself. She loved it much more to just be able to enjoy his thrusts, whispering her hot, dirty requests in his ear.

“Mmmmm, yes, baby. Yes, break me. Break me the way you want.” She panted “I am loving your cock, baby. Ah, JK! Ah, baby! Fuck me hard. Tod do mujhe. Ah, yes. Yes, baby, yes! Jaise chahe chodo. Jab marzi chodo. JK, tum jab loge main doongi. Din, raat, jab marzi mere room mein aana, mujhe chodna. Ah. Kutiya ki tarah chodna, baby, ek dum kutiya ki tarah.”

[Break me. Fuck me anyway you like. Fuck me whenever you want. I will spread for you whenever you want. Day, night, come into my room whenever you want and nail me, fuck me like a bitch, just like a bitch, baby.]

“Kutiya ki tarah, Kiara?” He looked down in her eyes.

[Like a bitch, Kiara?]

“Ah!” her pussy spiked just from his use of her name “Haan, baby. Ek dum kutiya ki tarah. Kutiya bana kar hi to rakhoge na?”

[Yes, baby, just like a bitch. You will just keep me as your bitch, won’t you?]

His cock was pulsing in her cunt and even as her orgasm was subsiding, Kiara was aware that her pussy was still hot. She could get to the boiling point any second again. The way he was drilling her, nobody had fucked her like this before. It’s like he had the knowledge of an old man and the stamina of a young athlete. Her body was loving this feeling of utter vulnerability that he knew all her secrets and he had the power to break her apart. She never saw it coming but her pussy exploded again while she was thinking how helpless she was under him.

This was so unprecedented that Kiara was feeling like she was in a surreal state where everything felt intensely real but nothing was real. It was like a dream where she could touch, smell and feel everything but it was not fragile like a dream. It just continued long and intense. She could feel his cock inside her, solid like a glass pillar, keeping her pussy stretched wide, ploughing her forcefully, making her body submit to his demands.

His cock was taking possession of her body so completely that Kiara was helpless. He was the powerful army and she was the weak city. He was going to march in and take possession of everything. It was her destiny to be conquered and branded. Her body was now his possession and he knew how to make her cry, how to make her scream, how to make her cum. Her pussy was soaking his cock in her cum and it was just giving him more lubrication to drill her harder.

Suddenly she felt him speed up his strokes in a different way. She sensed his urgency and it made her body tingle all over. He was now really using her as his fucktoy and her young, delicate body was at his mercy. But he was not showing any mercy on her. He was pounding her hard, his cockhead slamming into her cervix and the way he was using her without caring about her pain was driving Kiara crazy. She was lifting her ass up so he could mercilessly slam her down and the force of his strokes was like a drug to her brain.

Pushing her fingers into her hair, she pulled her to him and sucked his neck, her words as she whispered in his ear, were rough and violent.

“Chodo na, JK. Break me. Todna hai na mujhe, todo. Barbaad kar do.” She sucked his earlobe “Meri choot phaad do. Randi ki tarah ragdo mujhe, gali ki sasti randi ki tarah. Tumhara lund chahiye mujhe. Randi hoon main tumhare lund ke liye. Daal do andar tak aur pelo mujhe. JK, kutiya ki tarah chodo na ragad ke, come on!”

[Fuck me, JK. Break me. You want to break me, so break me. Destroy me. Rip my pussy apart. Pound me like a whore, like a street whore. I want your dick. I am a whore for your cock. Jam it in me and pound me. JK, pound me like a bitch, come on!]

Her pussy exploded but Kiara was wild, she continued lifting her ass and as her pussy was bathing his cock in her cunt juices, she was telling him to use her ruthlessly hard.

“Be a man, JK. Mard ho na, mard ki tarah chodo.” She challenged him “Kutiya bolte ho to, ah, kutiya ki tarah....ah, chodo na. Roka kisne hai tumhein. Tod do mujhe. Poori tarah ghis do meri choot ko, ah, mumma, mar gayee!”

[You are a man, fuck me like a real man. You call me your bitch, so fuck me like a bitch. Who is stopping you? Berak me. Grind my pussy completely.]

When his cock exploded in her cunt, she felt like a volcano had erupted inside her. The burning hot lava flooding her young womb was melting her soul. She knew that this lava would melt her whole body but she didn’t care. She wanted it. She wanted more of it. Her pussy had spiked again, another orgasm or another after-shock, she could not tell any more. She did not care. She had his dick inside her and he was pumping his load into her womb. She was in heaven.

“Mmmm, yes, baby,” She rubbed his neck “mark me with your hot load. You are the man. I am your bitch.” She kissed his cheek “Feel free to brand me with your seed, honey. I am your fucktoy now. Ek baar tumne chhaap maar di to tumhara maal ban gayee. Ab to tumhara jab mann hoga tum chodoge, main mana bhi nahin kar sakti. Kaise karoongi. Tumne apni kutiya bana liya hai mujhe. Tumhare kabze mein hoon, poori tarah.”

[Once you have branded me, I have become your possession. Now you will fuck me whenever you want. I can’t even say no. How can I say no, you have made me your bitch. Now I am in your possession, completely.]

He smiled and kissed her lips “That’s what I want, my bitch.”

“You were right,” she smiled “this position is superhot.”

JK was still fucking her but slowly. His cock was soaked in the mess that filled her cunt. She was rubbing his back and when he pressed his lips on hers, she kissed him back eagerly with open lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. Kiara moaned and rubbed his neck as she drank his saliva hungrily, inviting his tongue to fuck her mouth as deep as he wanted. His thighs were keeping her pinned down. She uncrossed and lowered her legs, letting him dominate her fully.

“Mmmm, when will you fuck me again?” She asked as soon as they broke the hot kiss.

He smiled “I am not done fucking you once yet, darling.”

“Really?” Kiara’s eyes opened wide “But....you....”

“Come, get on your knees.” He said.

“Oh! Yes, Sir.”

He slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy. Kiara felt a tingle in her pussy as she realised how deep he had been inside her. She let out a moan when his cock popped out of her tight, used pussy.

She knelt on the floor as he guided her. He sat on the sofa with his legs open. She didn’t need any instructions. She looked up at him as she started licking his cock, using her tongue to clean and eat his cum from his shaft.

“That’s like a good girl.” He stroked her head and looked down in her eyes “You are going to be my whore, and this will be your whore food. Get used to being on your knees, you will spend a lot of time on your knees. I like my whores to suck my cock often and you look like you love sucking dick.”

Chapter 5 – The Breaking Clause

Kiara nodded as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it back and forth, eating his cum, massaging his shaft from the bottom with her tongue. Her hands were on his thighs and she was rubbing slowly as she sucked his cock, feeling it get hard in her mouth. Pretty soon it got so hard and big that she could not take it fully in her mouth.

“Ready?” He said.

“Phir chodoge?” She smiled.

[You will fuck me again?]

He nodded.

“I am ready.” Her sweet smile widened.

He patted the sofa. She smiled and started climbing on it.

“Face down.” He said.

“Prone bone?” She whimpered

As she got on the sofa, he gave her pillows to put under her next to the arm of the sofa. His hands moved down her smooth, bare back. She was breathing heavily as he adjusted her in a prone position, face down, legs open. He unhooked her skirt and pulled it down over her legs. She whimpered softly but didn’t say anything.

He ran his hands slowly along her calves “Beautiful shoes.”

“Thank you, baby.” Her voice was soft and strained.

JK took off his clothes and got on the sofa behind her but not on top of her yet. She continued to breathe heavily, resting her face on the sofa arm, looking to the side, trying to see what he was doing.

Slowly caressing her silky smooth back up, he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck.

“Gaand maaroge?” She asked in an almost breathless voice as he adjusted her hair away from her face.

[You will fuck my ass?]

“Haan.” He kissed her bared neck again.

[Yes.]

“Baby, bahut tight hai meri.” She looked at him.

[My ass is very tight.]

Keeping his face close to hers, he looked in her eyes as he rubbed her soft, warm back “Pehle marwaai hai?”

[Have you had it fucked before?]

“Ji, baby, but itne mote lund se nahin.” She almost whimpered.

[Yes, but not with such a huge cock.]

“What did you say – tod do mujhe?” He reminded her.

[Break me?]

“Maaro meri gaand, but” She nodded “will you do gently at first?

[Fuck my ass.]

“Of course,” he kissed her cheek “you are my bitch.”

She smiled a scared smile “Maaro phir. Tod do mujhe. Bana lo apni kutiya.”

[Then fuck my ass. Break me. Make me your bitch.]

JK moved back, tracing soft lines along her young, naked body. He almost moaned as he saw her ass hole. Her buttocks were tight and perfectly rounded. Between the fair buttocks, her small, tight ass hole was almost perfectly pink. The rim was puckered and pulsing right now as she anticipated what he was going to do to her. He traced the puckered rim with his thumb. Kiara moaned.

“Kholo, Kiara.” He said.

[Open.]

“Ji, Sir.” She reached back and opened her ass cheeks. Her tight ass hole opened slightly.

“More, Kiara,” he said “itne se nahin jaayega.”

[It won’t go in with this much.]

She moaned and took a fresh grip on her tight buttocks. She opened them wider. Her ass hole opened wider this time, the puckered rim turning darker pink in some spots and lighter in the stretched parts. The hole was nowhere close to his bulbous cockhead. He placed his cockhead, soaked in her saliva, on her puckered hole and pressed it there, just lodging it in that space without going in.

“Now, more.” He said “I want to see your surrender, Kiara.”

“Ji!” She took a deep breath and pulled her ass cheeks much wider this time. Her ass hole opened wider, still nowhere close to the size of his thick shaft.

He placed his thumbs on either side and pulled open her ass hole forcefully. It was still not wide enough but he held it open as he pushed upward with his hips. His cockhead stretched her ass hole open so wide that it got dark red as the blood flowed to the puckered rim. He pushed past both her sphincters and his cockhead popped into her young, tight ass.

“Ah, mumma!” Kiara screamed as her whole body was electrified by the hot pain that slashed through her body like a machete “Mar gayee!”

Two tears leaked out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. The one on the right got absorbed in the pillow as her left cheek was up. The tear on her left cheek rolled down on her smooth face and passed right by the corner of her lips. It rolled off her face. Her hands fell from her ass. She clutched the pillows and squeezed them hard. She closed her eyes to try and bear up the pain that was rolling up and down inside her like waves on the beach.

Gently caressing her smooth back, JK moved up and touched his lips to her face, kissing her wet cheek.

“Does it hurt?” He said softly.

“Yes, baby.” She squeaked.

“Do you hate me?”

“No, baby!” She opened her eyes “I am your bitch. Kutiya hoon tumhari main.”

“But you really hate the pain?”

“Yes, baby.” She nodded.

“Then why are you moving your ass.”

Kiara was too shocked to answer. She realised that he had entered her ass and stopped. Now, it was she was rolling her hips slowly. It was her own movement that was keeping the pain fresh, causing slow, hot waves of pain moving up and down in her body. She moved her ass and had to admit that painful as it was, she was enjoying the hot sensations as well.

“Should we stop?” he offered.

“No.” she shook her head.

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