Landlord 2: Dress to Impress

Landlord 2

Dress to Impress

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.

Introduction

When I started compiling the first five short stories of this series into a book, I wanted to write a sixth part which would add more value to the book. When I started writing however, this got so big that the content become unsuitable for one book. I had already learnt my lesson about publishing jumbo sized books when I published the Manushi story (Her Director’s Property - Romeo Series) so I did not want to do that again.

Once I made the decision to cut off the first book at a reasonable point, it was easy to keep following the flow and write the second book simply because the story was going so strong. This is that second book. Since JK has such a rich and eventful life, I think there will be more of his story to tell. As long as the readers keep enjoying his story, that is.

In this story I have tried to give a decent amount of space to all the high-calibre girls that JK meets and claims. In the future I will be including some more of the minor characters as well to make the story more adventurous.

As always, I will wait to hear what you think of the story and what aspects of it you enjoy more.

Hope you keep enjoying it.

Series Info

In first 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 second book takes the story further where you see JK’s interactions with the familiar characters but also with new characters that come into his life. You also get to learn more about his past life and how things got to the point where they are now.

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 – Shweta Needs to Prove

Kriti cut the cake and everybody sang the birthday song. Pulkit didn’t like that Kriti fed the first piece of the cake to JK and did it with her tongue. They shared a hot, passionate kiss with everybody watching and Pulkit squirmed in his place.

They were still celebrating with champagne when JK signalled Shweta. She nodded. It took her a minute to say bye to everybody then they were out.

“You didn’t nail Jahnvi?” She said when they were in the taxi.

“No, I lined her up.” He said.

“She is very eager for a chance.” Shweta said “Even if you can use her in one photo, she would come. And she is kind of hot. Boys seem to chase her quite a bit.”

“Nice fuckmeat.” JK nodded.

“Good to see you finally claimed Malvika.”

“How do you know?” He said.

“I saw her smiling and whispering with Kriti.” Shweta smiled “She had that just-been-fucked look.”

He grinned “Yes, I drilled her and Kriti out back.”

“Good.” Shweta nodded “Then you are not angry that I called you out rather than come directly to yours?”

“I am not angry.” He said “Why would I be angry?”

“Well, I don’t know, but I am just afraid of making you angry.” She said “You don’t know how much I depend on you for my happiness.”

“Shweta, we are just fucking around.” He told her “You are my bitch, that’s all.”

“I know my place, baby,” She said “but I want to keep my place. You have a big stable. You can discard me any time, and replace me with another whore, but where will I find a man who can take your place?”

“Nowhere,” he smiled “but you are my whore that doesn’t mean you are replaceable.”

“Aww.” She kissed his cheek “Thank you.”

The taxi stopped in front of his house.

“Nangi ho jaoun?” She asked as soon as they entered his place “Ya isi mein chodoge?”

[Should I get naked or will you fuck me in this?]

He nodded “Nangi ho jao.” He started taking his clothes off.

[Get naked.]

By the time they got to the bedroom, both of them were naked and there was a trail of clothes from the living room to the bed. They had been cuddling in the taxi also and JK’s hand had been inside Shweta’s dress, kneading her tits. Now, he was rock hard and erect like a pole and she was wet and hungry.

He mounted her as soon as she got on the bed on her back. Their lips met in a hot, frenzied kiss like they had been waiting ages to suck each other’s lips. Although, Shweta was not wrong and JK did have a lot of girls that he could fuck any time, he did know what a stunning piece Shweta was. He knew of her fan following in the college and he could see that she was a whore worth keeping as his own. She would not spread her legs for any man easily because she was married and if she was going to have an affair, she needed it to be with a man who made it worth it. That was the reason she was always insecure about her place with JK and loved to help him break fresh fucktoys to keep adding value to his life.

She reached down and took his massive cock in her hand. She guided it to her pussy while she was sucking on his tongue and drinking his saliva. He crushed her soft, luscious lips with his lips and pushed up at the same time, sliding his thick, hard shaft up into her wet pussy. Shweta arched her back and moaned as his cock hurt in her tight pussy as it invaded deep in the first thrust because of how lubricated she was.

“Ah, JK!” She yelped as his huge cock penetrated her, stretching her tight pussy hole to its limits.

This was always the moment of truth. When he first entered her that’s when his cock hurt her the most but this was also the moment that she thought about again and again. When she was not with him and craved him, she thought about this exact moment and imagined how it would be when she would spread her legs for him and he would enter her with his massive cock, making her pussy feel incredible, hot, erotic pain. She was feeling that pain now and realising why she loved him so much. He had the power to hurt her but he still used that power in a way that she not only survived it but enjoyed it. That pain was also pleasure.

He looked in her eyes and told her “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I belong to you,” she said quickly “I am your property.”

“No, you don’t.” He said “You belong to your husband.”

“Ah, no, baby, no, no!” She was horrified at the idea “I belong to you, not him. I am only your possession, JK.”

He pushed in deeper, and Shweta found her breath getting knocked out of her lungs.

“I don’t believe you.” He said.

“No, baby, please. Please, believe me.” She implored him, her pussy on fire “I belong to you. Main tumhari kutiya hoon.” She cupped his cheeks and looked in his eyes with moist eyes “Tum hi mere maalik ho, JK. I am nothing without you.”

[I am your bitch. Only you are my owner.]

He moved his hips back and forth, fucking her juicy wet cunt smoothly, but using his force to open it as she was too tight for his heavy, hard cock to move in and out easily. He kept rolling his hips as he moved back and forth to make her pussy open so he could penetrate her cunt. Her juices were helping him enter her deeper but he still needed to force his way in.

“Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it,” he said “you seem to be his bitch more than mine.”

“God, no!” Shweta’s body was electrified by his painfully deep strokes and his words were hurting her emotionally, she was so wet that her pussy was soaking his cock with her cunt juices “I am your bitch, my love. Only yours. Sirf aur sirf tumhari kutiya hoon.”

[Only your bitch.]

“Sirf meri kutiya?” He looked in her eyes that were leaking tears on her cheeks as she was breaking her pussy with his powerful cock.

[Only my bitch?]

“Haan, baby,” she nodded to try and make him believe her “only yours. Tumhari kutiya, tumhare alava kisi ki nahin.”

[Yes, baby. Your bitch, nobody else’s.]

“Then what were you doing taking his dick?” He said.

“Oh.” His accusation took her breath away as much as his strokes which were penetrating her much deeper now. She could feel his cockhead more than halfway deep in her cunt and still going deeper with each strokes.

“So, you are his bitch.” He said but kept drilling her cunt in and out, her pussy pulsing around his cock.

“No, no, no!” She shook her head in panic “No, JK, my love, tum meri jaan ho. I am only yours, please believe me. I live for your cock. You know I am a slave to your cock. Main tumhare lund ki gulaam hoon, tum jaante ho, baby.”

[You are my life. I am a slave to your cock, you know that.]

“Then why did you take his cock in you, whore?” He jammed his cock even deeper into her cunt and Shweta arched her back as the hot pain filled her body with such delicious sensations that she could not speak or breathe.

“Ah!” She gasped after a while to let out her breath “I am....baby, I am your whore....but...ah....I could not take your cock....I was hungry, baby, so hungry. I was thinking about you, I wanted you in me, but I could not have you so...ah...so....I....”

She was finding it hard to talk with the way his cock was drilling her so expertly and so deep. She knew he was going to hit her cervix in another second and that would be pain at another level. But much as she was dreading it, she was also anticipating it. She wanted him to hurt her as it made her feel alive, it made her feel that he loved her and liked to own her. His approval was everything for her. She got really excited from one look and one touch from him.

“You are such a dirty little whore, Shweta.” He said in her ear, his hot breath warming her neck, he sucked her neck then repeated “You are such a worthless little whore.”

“Oh, god, baby!” His words combined with his powerful, ruthless fucking pushed her over the edge.

JK chose that moment to slam his cock fully deep into her cunt and beat her cervix with his cockhead. Shweta arched her back like a wounded gazelle and cried out again and again as her pussy erupted so hard that she could feel the pangs of pain in her thighs, legs and the hot pain travelling up her spine. She buried her face in his neck and tried to survive this raw, violent orgasm. The smell of his manly body also made her pussy throb and she felt a new streak of pleasure shoot from her cunt all the way up her spine and flood her brain with unimaginable ecstasy.

He continued to drill her hard, his cock breaking her and taking her in his possession in a way that no man had ever managed to do with her. She was a stunning goddess and his cock could turn her into a whore in a second. She knew that. She found his power over her incredibly arousing and the reason that she was completely helpless in his hands. His cock was pounding her cunt hard and fast, his cockhead hitting her cervix with each thrust, making her scream so loud that the walls were reverberating from her screams.

“Ah!” She gasped and tried to catch her breath. It took a long time but the orgasm was slowly calming down and she was able to breathe. She opened her eyes and tried to focus them on him. Having him on top of her was her favourite sight. His strong, masculine body crushing her and keeping her in place while he nailed her like a whore, it was the stuff that her fantasies were made of.

JK kept fucking her but gradually slowed his strokes so she could breathe. He knew his power. He knew if his cock was pounding her fully deep she could not breathe.

“Thank you, baby, thank you so much.” She looked up at him and caressed his cheek.

“Kiski kutiya, Shweta?” He demanded.

[Whose bitch, Shweta?]

“Aap ki kutiya, sirf aap ki.” She said “I am a worthless whore, baby, but I am your whore. Please believe me.”

[Your bitch, only yours.]

“No, you seem to be half his whore and half mine.”

He had made his strokes shallow now after her orgasm, going just about halfway in her cunt which was making her hot but not immediately driving her to the edge.

“Only yours, JK.” She looked in his eyes and implored “Please believe me, main sirf tumhari randi hoon, tumhari kutiya hoon aur kisi ki nahin.”

[I am only your whore, your bitch and nobody else’s.]

“Actions speak louder than words, Shweta.” He said “Meri kutya kisi aur ka lund kyon legi?”

[Why would my bitch take someone else’s dick?]

“No, baby, it wasn’t like that.” His words making her panic but his cock was still drilling her like she was still his bitch, this was fucking with Shweta’s mind and her pussy was getting so hot that it felt like there was a fire between her legs “Main sirf tumhare lund ki kutiya hoon. Tumhari randi hoon main, JK. Sirf tumhari. Ah!”

[I am only your cock’s bitch. I am your whore. Only yours.]

Her pussy exploded without warning and Shweta lost all power to speak. The only noises coming out of her mouth were loud grunting, moaning, animalistic sounds while she came so hard that her whole body shook from the rough orgasm. She sucked his neck, tasting his salty skin and pushed her ass up to help him penetrate her deeper. He nailed her hard, jamming his cock so deep into her cunt that her cervix was taking a beating. Her mouth was open for screaming and her eyes were close so she could bear up under the rough orgasm that was like a storm in the sea.

JK did not take it easy on her. He pounded her cunt hard and deep, using her like a cheap whore while he whispered in her ear “Such a worthless whore. Not good for anything but use and abuse. Like a cheap street whore.”

“Oh, god!” She cried out as her orgasm spiked again, his rough, degrading words were adding fuel to the fire burning between her legs and she could feel that she was completely helpless in his hands.

She was still panting two minutes later when her orgasm slowly quieted down but her pussy was still pulsing and throbbing with the sexual heat. She rubbed his neck and pushed her long, tapered fingers into his hairline.

“I am sorry, baby. I should not have done that on the weekend.” She breathed “I am really sorry. Are you really angry about it?”

“Why shouldn’t I be/” He demanded “What owner likes others to touch his property.”

He kept fucking her, pushing his cock all the way deep into her cunt but doing it with slow, smooth strokes, knocking her breath out little by little. She was finding it hard to talk and breathe while he was exciting her so much but she also knew the need to convince him that she was his loyal bitch. She was getting this dark, scary feeling that he was making a foundation to drop her after fucking her tonight and that was sending her mind into a tailspin.

“You are right.” She accepted.

“Unless you only say that you are my property and don’t really mean it.” He looked in her eyes and continued fucking her even as he accused her.

“Don’t say that!” She panicked even more and found that her pussy throbbed even more “Please, JK, please, believe me. I am your property, only your property. Baby, tumhari kutiya ban ke hi rehna hai mujhe.”

[I only want to live as your bitch.]

“You don’t act like it.” He said and moved his head down, taking her breast in his mouth. Her breath was taken away and the response she was going to make got choked in her throat. She thrashed side to side on the bed as he sucked her breast and teased her nipple. His cock was still drilling her and she could feel his strokes getting faster.

She was just trying to speak when his moved his mouth to her other breast and dug his teeth into her soft flesh around her nipple. Shweta lost control and arched her back, cumming so hard that her body rocked the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her hard and rough while still sucking and biting her tits, making her cry out in ecstasy again and again.

When he raised his head, she took his face in her hands and pulled him over her “I can’t live without you. I can’t live without your cock.”

He didn’t say anything but kept fucking her. Her pussy was pumping out her hot cum, soaking his cock all the way to thick base. She was moaning and trying to talk but not able form words as his cock was making her pussy buzz with fresh excitement.

“Punish me!” She blurted out with an effort “Forgive me, or punish me. But keep me as your whore. That’s what I was always meant to be. That’s what I am. JK, I can’t live without your cock. I can’t live without being your whore.”

“Is that so?” he could feel her pussy throbbing around his cock as he jammed his thick cock deep into her tight hole, feeling her heat and wetness soaking into his meaty shaft.

“Yes, baby, yes!” Shweta could feel the heat rise in her body as well. She squirmed under him, squeezing his cock with her pussy and loving how solid and heavy it felt. She loved being destroyed by this cock, she often fantasised about him in class and at night she always thought about him and wondered when she could have him in her again “Tum jo bologe main karoongi. Main sach mein tumhari kutiya hoon, JK. Mere gale mein patta kaal ke rakhoge to bhi rahoongi.”

[I am really your bitch, JK. You can put a leash around my neck and keep me as your bitch, I will accept it.]

Suddenly that image from her own words made her pussy tingle so deep that Shweta cried out. His cock was drilling her hard and deep like a steel piston and she knew she would cum in another breath.

“Isi laayak ho tum, Shweta,” he said in her ear “kutiya bana kar rakhne ke hi laayak ho.”

[That’s what you are worth, to keep like a bitch.]

“Oh, ma!” Shweta screamed as his words pushed her over the edge and her pussy exploded into a hard, furious orgasm that rocked her body from head to toe. She bit her lip and tried to control her screams. Her eyes were leaking, her tears were flowing down her cheeks. She grunted repeatedly as his cock beat her into submission, his cockhead slamming into her cervix like a battering ram breaking down a city door with a huge army behind it. Shweta clung to him and pressed her mouth on his neck as her pussy gushed out with her hot, oily juices and soaked his meaty cock from the tip to the base, massaging him with her pussy.

Her pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock was too hot for JK. He slammed ruthlessly deep into her cunt several times before his cock exploded in her cunt and started pumping his hot, burning lava into her womb. Shweta gasped as she felt his heat so deep inside her body. She always felt her most vulnerable at this moment when he pumped his hot seed directly into her womb and marked her in a way that not just her husband but any man had not been able to do. It made her hungry to be his whore and desperate to stay his bitch no matter if he had a thousand other girls that he fucked.

JK’s thrusts were ruthless and brutal into her cunt as his cock was erupting and dumping his load into her gorgeous body. Looking at her stunning face distorted in the ecstatic pain of orgasm was making his cock throb and pulse. He kept drilling her hard and liked that she yelped with his brutally deep thrusts.

She reached up and pulled him down over her. She opened her mouth and looked up into his eyes. This was something he had done to her last time for the first time and she was telling him that she wanted it again. He opened his mouth and let his saliva dribble slowly from his tongue and into her mouth. She kept her mouth open as long as he was spitting in her mouth in slow motion then she closed her mouth and swallowed his saliva. His cock pulsed at her ultimate submission and he could feel her pulsing around his cock as well.

“Tumhari kutiya,” She said firmly, holding his gaze “sirf, aur sirf tumhari. Aur kuchh nahin chahiye. Sirf tumhari kutiya ban ke rehna hai, bas wohi rakh lo.”

[Your bitch, yours and only yours. I don’t want anything else. I want to stay as your bitch, just keep me as your bitch.]

“You are my bitch.” He nodded.

She shook her head “Say kutiya, degrade me, put me in my place.”

“I have heard some guys call you a goddess.” He smiled.

Again, she shook her head “Nahin chahiye, don’t want to be a goddess for them, I want to be your bitch. Sirf tumhri kutiya. Hoon na?”

[Don’t want it. Only your bitch, aren’t I?]

“Yes, you are my bitch.” He nodded.

“No,” She pushed her fingers into his hair pulled his face close to hers “say na.”

“Tum meri kutiya ho, Shweta.” He said.

[You are my bitch, Shweta.]

“Mmmm, yes!” Her pussy was pulsing hard again and he could feel it around his cock. His cock was already getting hard again from her aggressive submission and her hot cunt pulsing around his meatpole.

“I am going to break you, Shweta.” He said as he started pulling his cock out of her cunt.

“Haan, tod do mujhe.” She knew what he meant and even though it made her heart skip a beat, she still wanted it.

[Yes, break me.]

She turned over and pushed her left knee up, pushing her ass up, lining it up for his cock, her ultimate submission to present herself to be broken when she knew it was going to hurt worse than it did in her pussy. Her light pink ass hole was pulsing, a sign of how nervous she was with the fear of the upcoming pain. She clutched the bedsheet, ready to be broken by his cock. He placed his cockhead on her anus and she moaned, her body jerked forward with fear even though he had not pushed in yet or even tried to push in.

JK slowly caressed her bare back and kissed over her spine. She moaned as his hot breath played on her bare skin. His calloused hands grazed lightly over her soft body but she knew he was going to rip her apart forcefully, this was just his way of relaxing her.

“Who owns this ass, Shweta?” he said in her ear, his breath playing on her face and making her whole body get warm.

“You do, JK. You own my ass. You own me.” She said nervously, trying to anticipate when he would push in and trying to be ready for it.

“Are you my property?” he rolled his hips, grinding his cockhead on her anus, making her puckered ring open and close with the slight pressure.

“Only your property, baby.” She moaned, excited but nervous at the same time “I am completely your possession, JK. Only your possession. Tumhara maal hoon main.”

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed in with a firm, hard thrust.

“Ah, mar gayee!” Shweta cried out and fresh tears rolled down her smooth cheeks as his bulbous cockhead stretched her tight ass hole and popped in, stretching her sphincters so helplessly wide that she could feel him taking possession of her body.

Shweta blinked and more tears flowed down her cheeks. She loved being broken by him. This was one of the moments that she thought about and relived again and again, the first penetration of her ass when it hurt like hell even though he stopped just after pushing his cockhead into her tight ass.

Passing his arms around her hot, sculpted body, he grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard until he heard her moan. He kept a hard grip on her hot, heavy tits and used this grip to keep her in place as he pushed up with his hips and entered her rectum.

“Oh, god!” Shweta gasped as her pussy throbbed so hard that she almost came. Now she could feel his cock invading her ass and she knew that he would go much deeper. Already his thick cock was creating friction against her anus as he rolled his hips. She knew how much it would hurt when he pushed deeper.

“Now tell me who owns you?” He said in her ear as he kept her impaled on his cock but did not fuck her ass.

“You own me, JK. Baby, only you are my owner.” She panted “I am your bitch, believe me, I am only your bitch, nobody has any right over me except you.”

He pulled back slightly then pushed in again. Shweta gasped again. Every inch of his cock invading her ass was like a lightning bolt to her pussy. She was pulsing and throbbing, her cunt dripping with her cunt juices as he was taking possession of her with his long, hard cock in her ass, intent on breaking her and moulding her. He kneaded her tits, feeling her heartbeat through them as his fingers dug into the soft, fleshy mounds.

Keeping her tits in his firm grip, he pulled back then pushed in harder. She gasped as the massive, meaty rod invaded her anal canal and made her whole body vibrate with the pain that his thrust generated. Her tears were flowing freely down her smooth cheeks and she was not making any effort to wipe them. She knew things were going to get much hotter and rougher. JK fucked her ass every time they met in private and the next day Shweta always walked stiffly as she went about her job. She now had a standard excuse for it, she just told everybody including her husband that it was leg day at the gym yesterday. There was no way she was going to ask JK to take it easy on her ass.

“You are a fucktoy, Shweta,” he said in her ear as he ground his hard cock in her anal canal “you may be a goddess for them, but for me you are a whore. And you belong to me. All of you, all the time. You are my bitch. You are my fuckmeat. No other man has a right on you. I own you and belong to me. Do you not get that?”

“I do, baby, I do.” She whimpered. His cock in her ass was making her body feel overwhelmed and his words were overwhelming her brain “I am your whore, just your whore. Nobody has a right to touch me, only you. Sirf tumhare lund ki kutiya hoon main. Mujhe apni aukaat pata hai.”

[I am a bitch for your cock. I know my place.]

He fucked her ass in and out, his cockhead reaching deeper into her anal canal and taking her breath away, pushing her right to the edge from where she could see the sky and the ground but didn’t know if she would fly or fall. She pushed her knee up to give him more access even though she knew it would mean he would go deeper in her ass and break her harder.

Grabbing her hair, her jerked her head up and touched his lips to her ear “I don’t want to hear that you missed me because you tried to fuck your pathetic husband. I don’t want to know what excuse you gave to come out. Jab main bulaaoonga tum aaogi. Jahan main chodoonga tum chudogi.”

[You will come when I call you. You will get fucked wherever I want to fuck you.]

Shweta’s body and mind were both on a rollercoaster ride that had no breaks and no speed limits. His cock was breaking her ass and his words were frying the circuits in her brain. He was not insecure and he had no reason to be. He had many hot sluts like Shweta, many of them younger and tighter than Shweta. He could call any of them any time and sink his dick in them whenever he wanted. Shweta knew that because she had seen him do it. But this was the first time, he was showing so much possessiveness about her and it was making Shweta so happy and excited that her body felt like it was a ticking bomb about to go off.

“Haan, chudoongi, baby.” She whimpered “Jab, jahan tum chodoge. Meri gaand maaro. Randi ki tarah ragdo mujhe. Tod do mujhe. Meri gaand phaad do. JK, ah, JK! I am your bitch, baby! I am your dirty little whore. Ah. God! Baby!”

[Yes, I will take you dick, wherever, whenever you want to nail me. Fuck my ass. Pound me like a whore. Break me. Rip my ass apart.]

When her pussy exploded, it exploded so hard that Shweta felt like every cell in her body clenched at the same time. The sensation was the most incredible pain and the most ecstatic pleasure. The boundaries had been blurred or Shweta had died and gone to heaven. She cried and moaned, keeping her legs open, giving him full access to her body, letting him destroy her and mould her around his powerful, massive cock. He kneaded her tits and sucked her tits as he continued to pound her ass hard and deep.

“Oh, god!” Shweta gasped as his cockhead entered so deep in her ass that it stirred her bowels. Her pussy spiked and pumped even more cum out. She was being torn apart by his cock and she could not thank him enough for taking her in his hand and breaking her to pieces. She wanted his cock to shatter her and it was doing exactly that. She was not able to breathe but she was able to feel, and those sensations were driving her insane.

“Fuck!” Shweta breathed after a while when she was able to speak “I am your bitch, JK. Jo bologe wo main karoongi. Please baby, I am yours, you know that. Please don’t doubt that I know my place as your whore.”

[I will do anything you tell me.]

“You are my whore, Shweta and I want you to be hundred percent my whore.” He was still fucking her ass but slower, though he was still pushing his cock all the way deep into her tight ass.

“Of course, I am your whore, baby, hundred percent.” She said, turning her face to look at him “Tumhare lund ke liye line mein lag kar chudi hoon main, yaad nahin?”

[I have queued up to take your cock in me, remember?]

“That was not a real line.” He said.

“But you nailed all three of us teachers in one line.” Shweta said “Tumne raat bhar hamaari gaand maari thi, aur maine marwaai thi. Did I give you any attitude?”

[You fucked our asses all night and I surrendered my ass willingly.]

“So, you want a medal for it?” he said gruffly but she could feel that his cock throbbed in her ass at the reminder of that night.

“No, baby, I just want you to believe me when I say I am your whore and I know my place.” Shweta was also getting hot thinking about that night, she squirmed around his cock “Please, JK, gaand maaro zor se. Please, randi ki tarah ragdo. Break me with your cock. Tumhara lund chahiye mujhe.”

[Please, JK, fuck my ass hard. Please, pound me like a whore. I need your cock.]

As he speeded up his strokes, her words jumbled into each other and then become completely unintelligible noises that had a rhythm but no meaning. The rhythm of her moans followed the rhythm of his thrusts. Within seconds, she was groaning and screaming his name as her pussy was getting ready to burst like a dam.

“JK! Ah, JK!” She pressed her face into the pillow as the orgasm overtook her senses and overwhelmed her. Her body jerked under him in the throes of a powerful orgasm as he continued to pound her ass like a beast.

This time he didn’t slow his strokes down and Shweta felt like she was being blown away by a storm and ripped to pieces by the powerful winds. She was speaking but she only seemed to be able to scream his name. Her body was hot like it was all on fire. She was digging her nails into the bedsheet and trying to hold on as he pounded her ruthlessly like a monster, ripping her apart with his huge, hard, powerful cock.

She knew what it meant. She knew he was going to cum in her ass soon. But she knew that before he came he would totally shatter her with his brutally hard strokes until she knew in her bones that she was his whore and nothing else.

“I am your whore, JK.” She mumbled “Randi ki tarah chodo mujhe. Meri gaand maar maar ke laal kar do. Mujhe barbaad kar do. Tumhein haq hai JK. Sirf tumhein haq hai. Apne lund se meri gaand phaad do. Kutiya ki tarah ragdo mujhe.”

[Fuck me like a whore. Pound my ass until it’s red and raw. Destroy me. It’s your right. Only you have that right. Rip my ass apart with your cock. Pound me like a bitch.]

His cock exploded like a huge bomb in her ass and Shweta cried and came hard with him as she felt his searing hot cum flooding her bowels and marking her as his bitch. She felt a wet patch under her cheek and realised that she had soaked the pillow case with her tears. She knew it was worth it. No matter how much she limped or moaned the next day, taking his cock and letting it destroy her was always the highlight of her week. She always missed his cock in her and even though she needed a few days to recover after a brutal pounding from his cock, she would be hungry for him tomorrow. She would come to him whenever he called and take him in any hole he wanted to drill.

She stayed under him as he fucked her ass with slower strokes. Her ass was filled with his cum now and his cock was getting soaked in that cum. Shweta was looking forward to eating that cum.

“Ungh.” She grunted when he pulled out of her ass and the cool room air rushed into her open ass hole. It happened every time. The hard, sustained pounding from his massive cock destroyed the elasticity of her anus and it could not close right away. She expected it but it still took her breath away every time.

As he lay down on the bed, Shweta lost no time in getting to her knees between his legs.

“Thank you, baby.” She said looking up at him before she touched her tongue to his cum-drenched cock.

He was very strict about his cum. Normally, he would make her lick it up from his cock and even from his shoes or the floor, but if she was not a well-behaved whore than he would not let her eat his cum. Her crime could be as much as taking two seconds to answer when he asked one of his degrading questions like “Who is my cumdump?” and that could result in her losing the right to get her favourite treat. He knew how much she loved eating his delicious cum and he could deny her that if he thought she didn’t deserve it.

But tonight, she had earned it and she was happy as she took his cock in her mouth and began sucking it back and forth.

He stroked her head and smiled “Good whore.”

Chapter 2 – Pillow Talk with Shweta

“Baby, Jahnvi ki le li tumne?” Shweta asked while she continued using a cotton ball to remove her make-up.

[Did you nail Jahnvi?]

“No, just lined her up.” JK took the toothbrush out to speak then continued brushing his teeth.

“But chodoge na use?”

[But you will fuck her, right?]

“Mhmm.” JK nodded.

“I am asking because I know she is not as hot as the other girls you own, but she is very eager, I am sure you saw.” Shweta said.

JK nodded “I saw. And she is hot in a fuckmeat sort of way.”

“Exactly. She will be an easy fuckmeat. Even if you give her a photo or two in a module, she will be your bitch forever.”

“The modules I am doing next need several female models.” JK rinsed his mouth then continued “There will be space for her.”

“Good. Kab loge uski?”

[When will you nail her?]

“Probably next week.”

“She has a cousin, Sonam, she is very hot, much hotter than Jahnvi and lovely figure.” Shweta said “I think you would like her.”

“Why would I?”

“For one thing, she’s slender and tight, the way you like your fuckmeat to be,” Shweta smiled “and she dresses very slutty which you also like in a girl.”

“She works in the college?”

“No, she works in a boutique, but she comes to see Jahnvi quite often and I have seen her. She is very hot.”

“Ah. I see.”

“I will bring her under you, that’s why I was asking about Jahnvi.” Shweta said “Once you have acquired Jahnvi then I will work on breaking Sonam for you.”

JK looked at her and smiled “It would be nicer if Jahnvi brings her in.”

“Oh,” Shweta grinned “you are such a bad boy. Ok, I will make that happen. Jahnvi will bring her sister in, then you can pound both.”

“Sounds good,” he said “but I want to focus on breaking Pooja first. I really liked that girl.”

“I wanted to tell you about her.”

“What about her?”

“Don’t worry about her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you were complaining earlier that she is a good girl.”

“Not complaining just observing.” He said “I can break her.”

“You won’t have to work very hard for that.” Shweta smiled “She is much more of a slut than you think?”

“Damn, that made my dick throb.” He said “How do you know?”

“She asked my help for the application and we talked.” Shweta said “You will see when you see the pictures she attaches.”

“Mmmm wonderful.” JK said. They were both naked and she could see his dick rise as they were talking about Pooja “I will acquire her in the first meeting then.”

“As you should.” Shweta said “She is a stunning piece. There’s not much chance of anyone else banging her at the college as she is engaged, but I would like it better if you took her in possession right away. That girl is born to be your bitch, she needs a man like you in her life.”

“She will be my bitch.” JK smiled “Thanks for the intel.”

“My pleasure, baby. I love bringing and breaking new fucktoys for you.” Shweta said “It makes me hot.”

“I know. That’s what makes you a perfect whore for me.” He grinned.

They walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

Shweta looked at him “Nightie ya nangi?”

[Nightie or naked?]

“Nangi.” He said.

[Naked.]

“Ji, baby.” Shweta nodded.

She got up on the bed and laid down in the same position as before, with her face down and her left knee pushed up. JK got behind her and slid his cock up into her cunt without any preamble. She was already quite wet and his cock went almost halfway deep in her tight cunt in the first thrust itself. Shweta gasped and clutched the bedsheet but she knew this was just the beginning.

He passed his arms around her gorgeous, naked body and took her warm, heavy tits in his hands. He kneaded them as he fucked her tight, juicy cunt in and out, pushing his cock deeper with much harder, purposeful strokes than before. Shweta yelped with his rough strokes but she could not do anything, she was hooked on his cock and even his hard, rough use turned her on so much that she would have begged for it if he had not done it himself.

JK only fucked her cunt until he was able to jam his cock fully deep in her. He pumped her cunt in and out a few times, getting his cock all soaked in her cunt juices then pulled out. He placed his cockhead on her ass hole and pushed in firmly with a strong thrust.

“Ah!” Shweta yelped. Her eyes teared up as his thick cock stretched her tight ass. She was breathing heavily and trying to keep her ass relaxed. She knew what was coming.

He squeezed her tits hard, using them as a grip to hold her in place as he pushed up with his hips again and impaled Shweta’s ass with his massive cock. She could feel his cockhead invade her anal canal already and it took her breath away.

“Ungh, baby!” She groaned.

“What?” He said in her ear “I own this ass, Shweta.”

“You do.” She nodded, breathing heavily as she tried to get used to his huge cock in her ass.

He sucked her back, just beside her spine and dug his teeth into her soft skin. Shweta felt a jolt of electricity and cried out as her pussy erupted from the overdose of the sexual sensations. JK used her orgasm to impale her fully. He used hard, forceful thrusts to jam his cock deeper and deeper into her ass and stopped only when his long, hard, throbbing shaft was buried so deep in her ass that his balls were pressing on her pussy. She could feel his cockhead stir her bowels and her orgasm was spiking as she breathed.

She knew he would make her sleep like that skewered on his cock like a piece of meat on a stick. It was one of those things that kept her awake at nights at home when she was craving his cock. In the beginning when he had started fucking her ass, it had been really painful. Now she loved that pain, she lived for that pain and begged for it.

Her orgasm was intense but it didn’t last very long. One reason for that was the JK didn’t fuck her ass, he simply impaled her and then kept his cock buried fully deep in her ass.

“Goodnight, darling.”

Shweta had to swallow and get control over her breath before she could reply “Goodnight, my love.”

Chapter 3 – Shweta is a Doll

Shweta moaned as she got off the toilet. Her thighs were aching as expected. She had slept with JK’s cock jammed up her ass. It was hard to sleep with that meaty monster buried in her ass so deep that it stirred her bowels every time she took a breath. Later he had pulled back a couple of inches so she was still impaled on his meatpole but not so much that she could not breathe without it exciting her. Still, it had taken her at least an hour to fall asleep and she had fallen asleep with her pussy so wet that its smell was filling the room.

Then in the middle of the night, they had both woken up. JK had crushed her body to the bed and fucked her ass. That was a hard and rough use of her ass. She had cried out, her tears had soaked the pillow case and she had had several mind-blowing orgasms. When he came, he had pumped his cum up her ass, right into her bowels. That heat had made her cum again. That time he had not fed her his cum. Instead he made her sleep like that with his cum in her ass, the smell of their cum filling the room. Shweta had fallen asleep faster that time.

She had set her alarm for earlier so she could get ready. Now she was cleaning her face of the tears of the night and applying a little make up, very subtle and light. She was hoping he would fuck her in the shower before she had to go to the college. He was still sleeping and she didn’t want to wake him up, but she was also hungry for his cock already. She had woken up next to him and she was already turned on. She knew she would not get his cock for a few days after this, and she was greedy to take it as much as possible now even though her body was sore from last night’s pounding.

When she came back into the bedroom, she didn’t find him there. She went to the French windows and saw him working out on the back porch. There was an attached toilet to the bedroom but only one full bathroom. He must have used the toilet since she was in the bathroom, Shweta figured.

“Need a workout doll?” She offered as she stepped out on to the porch.

He looked at her and smiled “No, but I do need a masseuse.”

“At your service, Master.” Shweta smiled. She stepped back in the bedroom and grabbed the massage oil from the little toilet cubicle. This was a good sign. When she massaged him, they always ended up fucking.

He lay down on the workout mat, and Shweta started massaging him. He was wearing just a pair of boxers. She took them off. He didn’t stop her. She moved her hands over his muscular body, marvelling how fit he was given his age. She knew several male teachers in her college who were younger than him but not in shape. Shweta made sure to massage him all over, back and front, rubbing the oil into his skin, but did not touch his dick.

As he turned over, she saw his dick standing erect like a flagpole. Her pussy pulsed. She took the oil and oiled up his dick. She massaged his hard, long pole up and down, then gave attention to his balls. She could see his pee hole leaking clear pre-cum and she really wanted to lick it. Her pussy was throbbing now. She could feel the familiar deep itch inside her cunt that needed a big, hard cock to scratch it.

She straddled him and brought her pussy right over his cock. With her hot, wet pussy just an inch above his hard, erect cock, she looked at him “Le loon? Please?”

[May I take it in?]

He nodded.

“Mmmmm,” Shweta moaned happily and pushed down over his cock. The pain was hot and made her gasp “Ah!”

“Aur.” He said.

Shweta pushed down more and took a few more inches of his cock in her cunt, but it made her eyes leak tears as the huge, meaty shaft hurt in her tight pussy. He lifted his hands and she interlaced her fingers in his, taking support on his hands.

“Poora andar lo, Shweta.” He told her.

[Take it fully deep in you.]

Although Shweta was not a young girl any more and not as tight as she used to be she took good care of her sexual health with diet and exercise. She still wasn’t really able to feel her husband’s cock in her pussy. But JK’s cock was incredibly thick and massive. It always hurt in her pussy which made her feel wonderful but also a bit intimidated by it.

He knew that his cock hurt in her cunt but he loved to hear her screams. She knew that and she would never ask him to slow down or take it easy on her because she got off on his hard use. But one of his favourite things to do was to make Shweta do it to herself. He told her that he liked to see that determination on her face when she took his cock in her tight cunt knowing that each inch was going to cause fresh pain. He said that he liked to know that she was his loyal and obedient bitch who could put his pleasure above her pain.

Now, Shweta was doing just that and her tits were aching they were so hard from the situation she was in. She was panting and groaning as his cockead reached deep inside her tight cunt but she could not stop. He had ordered her to take his cock fully in and that’s what she was going to do.

They had been having this affair for a long time and JK had always fucked Shweta fully hard and deep. She had learnt how much joy there was in surrendering to a real man and giving herself up for his use. She had also learnt a few tricks to survive that hard use. She used those tricks now by moving up and down rather than just down, to penetrate herself deeper with his meatpole. She also breathed with a regular rhythm and synchronised her strokes with her breath.

She had him almost fully deep in her when he left her hands and sat up. Shweta groaned as his cockhead ground on her pussy walls with his movements. He took her hair in his grip and slapped her left breast with his right hand.

“Ah!” Shweta squirmed on his cock as his calloused hand made her breast pulse with pain.

“Who is my whore?” He said.

“I am your whore. Mmmmm.” Shweta whimpered.

He slapped her right breast, making it bounce and throb just like the other one “Who is my dirty little whore, Shweta?”

“Ah! I am your...mmmm, dirty little whore, Sir.” She groaned.

“Who do you belong to?” he raised his hand and slapped her left breast again.

“To you!” She cried out “I belong to you.”

He slapped her left breast again and it burnt like her breast was on fire. Her nipple was engorged with blood and she could feel her pulse in it.

“Wrong. Who do you belong to, whore?”

“I....I belong to your dick.” She said quickly.

“Are you going to tell me,” He continued slapping her tits with each question “or are you going to show me?”

Shweta’s tits felt like their were burning hot and her pussy was pulsing like crazy. He was slapping her hot, heavy tits, making them bounce and sting, alternating between her tits but sometimes hitting the same one twice in a row making her cry out even louder.

“I will show you.”

“Then show me, cunt.” He slapped her breasts in a fast one-two pattern and then took her left breast in his mouth while he crushed the right one in his hand.

“Argh, god!” Shweta screamed loud enough to wake up the neighbourhood as her pussy exploded so hard that her body trembled like a leaf in a storm.

That’s when JK jammed his cock fully deep into her cunt, his cockhead hitting her cervix and grinding there.

“Oh, ma!” Shweta screamed again, her already hot orgasm spiking up like a lightning bolt in the sky and her body jerked convulsively, pumping out her cum, soaking his dick all the way to the thick base with her hot, oily juices.

He sucked both her tits, alternating between sucking and kneading them. Shweta felt his cock throb in her cunt and grind on her cervix, adding fire to her already hot orgasm. She continued to bounce on his lap, riding his massive cock for all she was worth, her orgasm driving her wild past any sense or reason. She was just his whore right now and the whore wanted to be used. She held on to his shoulders so she would not fall and kept riding his cock, taking him incredibly deep into her cunt so she could feel him taking over her body.

“Whore...” He said in her ear and kissed her cheek.

“Yes, Master?” She said breathlessly.

“What am I going to do to you?”

“You are going to break me like I deserve to be broken.” She was breathless as she was speaking because she knew that those were not just words, he was going to make them into very solid and mind-blowing reality.

He turned with her impaled on his cock and laid her down, keeping her impaled on his long, massive cock. He started drilling her cunt before her back hit the workout mat. She put her arms around him and sucked his neck as he proceeded to demolish her pussy with his massive, brutal cock, going hard and deep, slamming her ass into the mat with powerful, ruthless thrusts.

“Please, slap my tits.” She said in his ear “Please, JK. Please, baby.”

JK lifted himself up with one arm and kept fucking her as he raised his right hand to slap her tits. Shweta yelped as his hand connected with her soft, fleshy breast in a hard, stinging blow. The pain was still reverberating in her body when he hit her other breast. She yelped again. On the third slap Shweta cried out and came hard.

He lowered his body on hers and pounded her pussy hard while grinding her tits with his chest. Her abused tits were hot and sensitive. The feeling of his chest grinding them hard made Shweta cry out again and again while her pussy continued to flow like a river gushing out with her cum.

She pulled his head down over her, her lips seeking his in an urgent need. He kissed her hard, crushing her luscious soft lips in a way that told her she was his property and his to enjoy any way he wanted. His tongue fucked her mouth in and out. Shweta opened her lips, letting his saliva flow into her mouth, drinking it like it was nectar while she rubbed his neck, pushing her long, tapered fingers into his hairline. The kiss was hot and full of lust, it burnt fast and they had to break it for want of breath.

“Crush me, JK!” She looked up at him “Break me, baby. Tod do mujhe. Aise todo ki koi jod na sake. Tumhara maal hoon na main? Tumhari kutiya hoon na? To kutiya ki tarah ragad ragad ke chodo. Baby, I need this. I need you to crush me hard.”

[Break me. Break me so hard noone can put me together. I am your property, aren’t I? I am your bitch, aren’t I? Then pound me hard like a bitch.]

“Are you sure?” He looked in her eyes.

“Baby, you don’t know how much I miss you when I am not with you,” She pleaded “how much I crave you. Inside me. All I can think about is your cock breaking me, ripping me apart, teaching me where I belong. I need this, JK. I need you to use and abuse me like your whore.”

He made his strokes hard and forceful, not fast just forceful. With each stroke he entered her deep paused then drove the thick base inches of his cock into her cunt with extra force. That’s what made his cockhead beat her cervix and that’s what made Shweta yelp with each thrust. That was also exactly what she needed and why she was in love with him. He could fuck her in a way that reminded her forcefully that she was a woman and he was the man who owned her. Even more than his massive dick, Shweta loved the forceful personality of his.

She came within a few of those brutal strokes and sank her teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying out. Her eyes were leaking tears and her body felt like it was being torn apart by an earthquake that originated in her cunt and shattered her whole body. She was mumbling “I am your whore. I am your bitch, baby.” over and over again as she drenched his cock in her cum, massaging his powerful beast with her pulsating pussy muscles.

The orgasm was long and hard. JK fucked her with the brutally deep strokes harder and faster. The hot pain that his dick caused in her body was the height of ecstasy for Shweta. She was loving every second of it and clinging to him so that he would keep ripping her apart.

“You remember that night, my birthday,” she panted when her orgasm finally slowed down “you tied me up and used your belt on my tits and ass?”

“That was too harsh.” He said.

“No!” She shook her head “It was awesome. I loved it.”

“You did?”

“JK, I have never had so many orgasms in one night in my life.” She looked in his eyes “And it really made me feel like your whore.”

“Well, you are my whore.” He slammed hard into her cunt to give credence to his words.

“Mmmmmm. But then, you never did that to me again.” She said “Why?”

“Don’t you remember? Your tits, your ass and even your thighs had marks on them.” He said “Even on your neck where I had bitten. You had to wear long dresses for I think about two weeks to keep it all covered.”

“It was worth it.” She pulled him down and kissed his lips “Do it to me again soon.”

Her reminder of that brutal, rough use of that night had turned her on even more but it had its effect on JK as well. He passed his arms under her arms and gripped her shoulders. Then he started systematically breaking her with his cock, jamming his thick, long shaft deep into her cunt, beating her cervix with his powerful strokes while he crushed her tits with his chest. Shweta’s moans turned into screams and she crossed her legs behind his ass to lift herself up, lining her pussy up for his cock so he could drill her as hard as he wanted. Her whole body was burning up with desire and she was pressing her face into the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life while he ripped her apart.

“Oh, baby. Oh, god!” She cried out as her pussy erupted into a powerful, electric orgasm that sent shivers up and down her body. She clung to him with both arms and legs while he pounded her like it was going to spear through her and enter her womb.

“Ungh, fuck!” He grunted like a beast when his cock exploded in her cunt. Shweta gasped as she felt the hot load flowing from his cock and blazing a trail to her womb, marking her, branding her as his bitch in a way that she knew in her bones who she belonged to.

“I am your bitch.” She whimpered in his ear as her pussy pumped out more cum to wash his cock in her cunt juices “Tumhari kutiya hoon main, aur tumhari kutiya ban ke hi rehna hai. My husband is only husband in name. You are my real husband. You are my owner. You are my everything.”

[I am your bitch and I will always be your bitch.]

Her words were making his pulsating cock tingle all along its length and in his balls, but he said “Is that so?”

“Test me any time, baby.” She pulled back and looked in his eyes “Your bitch won’t let you down.”

JK nodded “I trust my bitch.” He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers. She kissed him back with an eager submission, showing him that she was his to own and use however he wanted.

Two minutes later when he pulled his cock out of her used cunt, Shweta bent over him and sucked his cock clean.

Chapter 4 – Shweta Takes a Shower

JK stroked Shweta’s head “Shower? Breakfast?”

She looked up at him and shook her head “I can do only one, I have a morning class.”

“Then choose.”

“Gaand maaroge shower mein?”

[Will you fuck my ass in the shower?]

“You know it.”

“Then shower.”

JK grinned “Let’s go.”

For the next half and hour the bathroom was full of Shweta’s screams as JK drilled her ass under the shower. She grabbed the shower rod and opened her legs wide, pushing her ass back so it was lined up for his entry. She was a stunning sight, that gorgeous body, slender, toned and shapely like sculpted by a master sculptor, with no clothes on and her legs open wide. JK’s cock was hard like a steel rod and throbbing with excitement. He picked up the shower gel and used that as lubricant all over his cock and on Shweta’s tight, puckered anus.

“Oh, ma!” She screamed as he stuffed his cock deep into her tight ass, the lubrication helping him penetrate halfway deep in the first thrust itself. She screamed again and again as he drilled her ass, using his hips to fuck her brutally deep. It took less than a minute for Shweta to have her first orgasm. Then she had another one soon after as JK didn’t slow down.

His cock could always make her cum very quickly and her orgasms with him were powerful and violent. She felt him take a grip on her tits and knew that things were going to get rough. As he crushed her hot, heavy tits in both hands and nailed her ass like a beast, Shweta came several times, each orgasm rocking her body and making her choke on her own screams.

When he finally came in her ass, Shweta was exhausted, she was breathless and her legs were trembling. She stayed in place while he pumped his hot load into her bowels and let him mark her as his bitch one more time. She turned the water off before he pulled his cock out of her ass. Then she knelt on the wet floor and sucked his cock clean, tasting his cum, realising how much she loved tasting his cock and his cum.

Then they took a shower and Shweta got ready. She was walking stiffly as she picked up her bag and walked with him to the door.

“I can’t thank you enough for everything.” She turned to him at the door and rubbed his chest “I enjoyed breaking those fucktoys in the club, and I loved, simply loved how you used me last night.”

“You are limping, that’s not good.” He said “Your colleagues will suspect something.”

“Not limping, just walking a little sore,” She smiled “it happens when your owner is a monster.” She caressed his cheek “And most people in the college already know that I am your bitch.”

He kissed her and she pressed into him, grinding her full, firm tits on his chest.

“Don’t forget what I said about Pooja,” She said “break her in the first meeting. You want her, she is yours.”

JK nodded “I want her.”

“Take her.” She said “Let me know if you need my help but I think she will be putty in your hands.”

“Yes, I think so, too.” He smiled “I am looking forward to having her as my bitch.”

“Enjoy, baby.” She kissed his lips softly “See you soon.”

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Chapter 5 – Pooja’s Application

JK went to his office room and checked his email. He saw the email with Pooja’s application and felt a tingle run down his cock. He opened it. He read her answers and noticed the submissive tone. The “Slut” tickbox made his cock stir in his pants. He noticed she had attached twenty-five photos. He opened them.

Immediately his cock started to get hard as he saw her photos in skimpy dresses. As he scrolled them through them the dresses became more slutty and then the final sheer minidress made his cock throb like crazy. By the time he got to the nudes, he had decided he had to have this girl on his cock at any cost. The thought of keeping her as a tenant and drilling her regularly was making his cock so hard it was aching.

He scrolled through all the photos again and saved them to his hard drive. He decided he would go and find Pooja this afternoon when he went to work with Aishwarya and he would tell her to come over tonight for her interview.

JK tried to get her photos out of his mind and focus on work. He pulled out the content for the beauty contest module that he was going to show Aishwarya today and started to get it into shape for printing.

While he was doing that, his phone rang. He answered it.

“Hello, Sir, this is Pooja,” Pooja said “Pooja Hegde, Sir.”

“Oh, hi, Pooja.” He felt his cock stir in his pants but kept his voice casual “What can I do for you?”

“Sir, did you get my application?” She said “I sent it last night only. Have you seen it? Can you check now, please?”

“Yes, I have seen it, Pooja.” He said “It’s good. Nice photos.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She said, relieved “Thank you so much. Can I come for the interview, Sir? Please can I come tonight?”

“Well, tonight, I am busy,” JK lied “maybe tomorrow night?”

“Oh, please, Sir. Please, Please?” Pooja begged “You don’t know how desperate my situation is. Please, can I come tonight? I will come any time you want, even late at night.”

“Hmm, ok, on one condition.” He said.

“Yes, Sir. Anything. Anything you say.”

“Wear the gold minidress you sent me pictures of.” He said.

“Oh, but that’s very sheer, Sir.” Pooja said “It’s....it’s very short and sheer.”

“I noticed.” He said.

“Please, Sir, any other dress? I can wear something slutty. I have many of them.”

“Do you really want the room, Pooja?” He said.

“Oh, yes. Sir.” She said “Ok, Sir, I will wear that dress. When should I come over?”

“This evening. Not before six.”

“Sir, can I come a little later?” She said “For that dress I will have to go back to the guest house and change first.”

“Ok. Sure. Later is fine.”

“I will come at Seven, Sir.”

“Ok, I will see you at Seven. I will text you the address.”

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.” Pooja said.

Chapter 6 – Rashmika Gets a Call

JK was busy in work when his phone beeped. His picked it up and looked at the message. It was from that girl Rashmika.

“I am sorry, Sir,” She had written “I don’t know what application you are talking about. Sam didn’t tell me about any application. Please, I really need a place to live. Can I come to meet you, please?”

He scrolled up to see what Shweta had sent her last night when he had told her to reply to Rashmika.

“Sorry, Rashmika,” Shweta had written “it’s nice of you to message me directly, but I’m afraid you will need to apply normally like everyone else. Thanks – JK.”

JK called Rashmika.

“Hello?” A sweet, sultry voice answered the phone.

“Rashmika? This is JK. I just got your message – “

“Oh, hello, Sir.” Rashmika said excited “I got your message last night. I was out. I am so sorry, I don’t know what you mean about –“

“What Sam are you talking about?”

“Sir, Sam. Sam? Sam, my friend who gave me your number.”

“What’s her full name?”

“Samantha Ruth Prabhu.” Rashmika said “Of course, now it is –“

“How do you know Sam?”

“We went to the same school.” Rashmika said “She is my best friend. I told her I needed a place to live and she told me that I must go to you.”

“You didn’t tell me that Sam sent you.”

“But, I did. In my first message to you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“But...oh, my god, I am such a stupid slut,” Rashmika said “I forgot to tell you that Sam sent me to you.”

“Hmmm. You need a place to live?”

“Yes, Sir. Very, very desperately.”

“When can you come over?”

“As soon as you give me the address.” Rashmika said.

“I will text you the address, come on over.” He said.

“Sure, Sir. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Chapter 7 – Meet Samantha Prabhu

Five years ago.

JK moved some of the boxes out of the living room into the spare room upstairs then came down and looked around again. The room was far from pristine as he would like it to be but it would have to do. There was not much time. He continued puttering around and was just thinking about moving a lamp when the doorbell rang.

“Hi, I am Sam.” The girl at the door was not just pretty she was pretty enough to make JK drool. She had a lovely face and slender, shapely body bursting with the sex appeal that comes with youth. She smiled and the sex appeal went through the roof.

But her beauty was accentuated by her outfit. JK knew she was a student but he had not expected her to be so spectacularly hot. She was wearing a white halter top that was very deep cut and showed her young, heavy tits to advantage. It had a couple of frills which did not block the view at all. Her white skirt was shorter than a mini, it hardly reached her mid-thighs.

She was wearing 8” high pumps with big red chunky heels and 4” platforms. Her make up was done expertly and she was wearing red lipstick. Her hair was brushed down in waves, framing her face and cascading down on her left shoulder, but not covering her deep cleavage.

“We talked on the phone?” she said again “I am Samantha, Samantha Prabhu?”

“Oh, Samantha!” JK came out of his reverie and tried to make up for the fact that he had been staring at her by pretending that he was confused by her nickname.

“Yes, Samantha.” She smiled again “My friends call me Sam.”

“Great. I am Jagdish Kansal. I placed the ad.” He moved aside “Come on in. Come.”

He gave her a tour of the place. Samantha liked it a lot. They came back to the living room and sat down. JK sat down in the sofa chair and Samantha sat down on the long sofa on his left.

“So, you will be going to the GCPA?” he said.

“Yes, I am studying business management in media production.” She crossed her legs, and JK could not help but notice that her short skirt rode up her thighs “What do you do?”

“I make media programs, like online learning but computer-based.” JK said.

“Oh, cool. You work for the college too?”

“No, I work for some small companies, back in Bombay.”

“You live in Bombay?” She said “I will have to live in this huge house alone? I don’t want that. I am looking for rooms and not houses so I can have company.”

“I used to live in Bombay, I have recently moved here.” He said.

“Oh, is that why this room is still available?” She said “Because it’s a great house, the first person seeing it would want it.”

“Yes, I have just moved here a week ago.” JK smiled “You may have noticed the boxes.”

“But you will be living here now?” She said “You will be my roommate?”

“I will be your landlord.” He said “My bedroom is on the ground floor.”

She shook her head “No, dude, if you are living here, you will be my roommate. I don’t want no landlord shit.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Difference is in the attitude,” Samantha said “when I come back late from partying a roommate would ask me if I got any action tonight, a landlord will tell me not to the ring the bell after midnight.”

JK had to smile “Then I guess I will be the roommate. I don’t like boring people who suck the joy out of life.”

“Nice. I love it.” Samantha said “So, you won’t mind if walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties? I like to be comfortable at home.”

“Why would mind? You have nice legs. I don’t care if you even take off the panties.” JK said “You are a hot piece of ass.”

Samantha laughed “Great. I rarely wear panties. I know I am gonna shock you but this is my longest skirt and I am not wearing panties under this.”

“If you really wanted the room, you should have come in your shortest skirt.” He grinned.

“And no panties?” She smiled back at him.

“They just get in the way.”

“You are so cool!” She got up and offered him a high-five. He slapped her palm with his.

“Well, you are cool yourself.” He said “You can move in here whenever you want.”

“Oh, that’s awesome. So sweet of you...you know if you are going to be my roommate, I am not gonna call you Mr. Kansal.”

“And I can’t have you call me Jadish, that’s what my ex-wife calls me.” He said.

“Oh, you are divorced?”

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