French Heat 3: Assuming Power
Korben Hunter
French Heat 3
Assuming Power
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2023
Table Of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Acquiring Samantha the Hard Way
Chapter 2 – Dinner Foursome
Chapter 3 – Enter Ketika Sharma
Chapter 4 – Dessert Plans
Chapter 5 – Getting to Know Ketika
Chapter 6 – Shweta Brings Her Husband in Line
Chapter 7 – Sleeping with Madhuri
Chapter 8 – Madhuri’s Morning
Chapter 9 – Pranitha Meets Madhuri
Chapter 10 – Raveena Knows Things
Chapter 11 – Raveena Meets the Boss
Chapter 12 – Pranitha Meets the Real Boss
Chapter 13 – Kiara Tells Her Tale
Chapter 14 – Branding Kiara
Chapter 15 – Shirley Needs a Favour
Chapter 16 – Shama Needs a Lesson
Chapter 17 – Shama Learns Her Lesson
Chapter 18 – Ashna Makes a Deal
Chapter 19 – Madhuri is Rohan’s Girl
Chapter 20 – Samantha Tries to Please
Chapter 21 – Madhuri Has Private Meeting
Chapter 22 – Rashmika’s Shameful Story
Chapter 23 – Nene Feels Naughty
Chapter 24 – Raveena is Ready but Not Ready
Chapter 25 – Shirley is Desperate
Chapter 26 – Samantha Receives Her Guest
Chapter 27 – Ashna is Ready
Chapter 28 – Nayantara Pays Her Respects
Chapter 29 – Nushrat is a Tease
Chapter 30 – Exploring Nayantara
Chapter 31 – Conquering Nayantara
Chapter 32 – Branding Nayantara
Chapter 33 – Tridha Makes an Offer
Chapter 34 – Rohan Takes a Phone Call
Chapter 35 – Ketika’s Night
Chapter 36 – Ketika Shows Initiative
Chapter 37 – Raveena Deals with an Issue
Chapter 38 – Kartik Tries to be Helpful
Chapter 39 – Raveena is Willing
Chapter 40 – Raveena Shows Her Obedience
Chapter 41 – Elli is Bold
Chapter 42 – Branding Raveena Tandon
Chapter 43 – Preity is Doubtful
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Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Rohan is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the businesses he owns are a figment of the author’s imagination, and the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.
Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.
There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.
It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any person, group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.
Introduction
This is my 50th book in total not counting the discount packs. Honestly, I would have liked the 50th book to be from the Man of Power series as that is the first series that I started publishing but given the love that this spin-off series has received, I had to write a new one in this rather than put it on hold to manipulate things so that MOP 10 could be the 50th book. Yes, I think about such things.
Although the first parts of this series were quite hot as well, I do think that things have become hotter in this book because of the established dynamics in the first two books which I could take to the next level in this part. It was not very hard to write as the characters themselves are quite hot and the situations that exist between them fairly scream for some erotic events to transpire.
One thing that you would find interesting in this story is that while Rohan is in full form when it comes to dealing with stunning babes, I have given some space to other characters as well so you can get to know them better. With Rohan being the dominant alpha male that he is, it becomes quite a task to not end up with a story that’s just a series of sex scenes. I have tried to strike a balance between story and sex while keeping the balance slightly more favourable to the sexual aspect be it sexual tension between characters or full-on hard-core sexual action.
As always, I will look forward to your feedback to know what I am doing right and which parts can be improved to make the stories even more enjoyable.
I hope you like this book and do get in touch with your comments and feedback.
Thank you.
Series Info
The bane of a series story is that it must be read in sequence in order to be enjoyed. This is true of this series as well with the additional caveat that before you start on this spin-off, you need to be familiar with the original series Power Player. While it is possible to read any of my books and simply enjoy the sex in them, I maintain that the sex is remarkably more enjoyable if you know those characters and are familiar with what has gone before because my stories are not just sex scenes, they always contain a story that makes the sex more fun to read.
To give you an idea of this spin-off series “French Heat”, it is based around Rohan Oberoi’s Paris trip. Rohan is a dashing, young businessman who has moved to India from US to start a variety of businesses in India. He meets Manushi who is a beautiful middle-class girl and a business student. He falls for her and she for him. When their relationship progresses, she introduces Rohan to her family and he falls just as hard for Manushi’s mother Madhuri, an enchantingly beautiful ex-Miss India, as he had for Manushi herself.
Being the kind of guy he is and the kind of relationship he has with Manushi, Rohan takes her mother in his possession as well. All that and more happened in the main timeline. Now in this story Rohan takes his fiancée and her family to Paris. Here he will meet Samantha who is a gorgeous woman who owns a TV station in Paris.
The second book continues where the first one ends and you get to see more of Rohan’s exploits in Paris. He goes out with the family, he goes on a boat cruise and he continues to do what he does best – breaking stunning, proud beauties and making them his possessions. He does with confidence and style, always being strong and forceful without being cruel. The girls love him and can’t get enough of him.
In the third part the story becomes hotter and more sexual as Rohan is not only establishing himself as the power to be in this business world, the women around him are also realising what an amazingly hot creature he is. This leads to him conquering more gorgeous babes and putting his brand on them. The more he conquers the more his hunger to conquer such stunning beauties grows. While he is not neglecting the business part, he is definitely enjoying breaking and taming the hottest of women in his inimitable style.
Happy reading!
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 – Acquiring Samantha the Hard Way
Samantha looked up at Rohan as she licked his cock. It was getting harder and rising up like a cannon.
“Rohan, please, gaand maaro na?” She pleaded.
[Please fuck my ass.]
“Don’t you want food?” He said. caressing her cheek.
“I want your cock up my ass much more, baby.” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
He patted the sofa. Samantha climbed up and lay down with her head on the arm of the sofa. She opened her legs. Her little skirt rode up, baring both her holes.
“You need to open more than that and you know that, Sam.”
She whimpered as he reminded her how big his cock was and what it was going to do to her tight ass. She pushed her left leg off the sofa and put her foot on the floor. This opened her buttocks more.
He touched her anus and slowly followed the puckered ring with his thumb “You are very tight, Sam.”
“Yes, baby.” She said and looked back at him “Hurt me.”
Samantha didn’t know what was wrong with her but she had never said those words to any man before in her whole life. She didn’t know what happened to her every time she was with Rohan, she only knew that she loved being used by him so thoroughly that her whole body ached afterwards. Being with him gave her so much joy that she was ready to burst and the pain he gave her was part of the joy.
Rohan’s cock was wet with Samantha’s saliva right now. He placed it on her anus and pushed it in with a hard thrust, holding her in place by her shoulders. The bulbous cockhead stretched her anus and popped in, spreading open her sphincters to the very limit of their elasticity.
“Amma!” Samantha screamed and tried to blink her tears away but failed. As Rohan rolled his hips and pushed deeper, his cockhead invaded her rectum and took her breath away. She whimpered painfully “Ah, Rohan!”
He kissed her bare back in that sexy backless top, his tongue licking along her spine. Samantha squirmed and felt his cock ground in her ass as she moved. He took her tits in his grip and started to fuck her ass, pushing in deeper then pulling back, sawing in and out of her tight ass hole, creating friction against the ring of her anus. Samantha moaned and cried as her body started to get incredibly hot under his expert fucking. She already knew that he owned her but his cock was reminding her again and the reminder was deeply painful and insanely erotic. His cock was hurting deep in her ass with each stroke but she was still asking for more.
“Fuck my ass, Rohan. Aur andar. Ah, baby, meri gaand maaro andar tak.” She whimpered “Hay, Rohan! Ah, mar gayee!”
[Deeper. Fuck my ass deep.]
She closed her eyes as her pussy erupted and tried to hold on to reality but her mind was already floating away on the clouds, the hot orgasm destroying her connection with reality. Rohan kept crushing her hot, full tits in that thin top with both hands while he fucked her harder and faster. His cockhead invaded into her anal canal and Samantha gasped as her pussy spiked so hard that she lost control of her body. His cock was like a powerful army taking possession of a city that falls after a long siege and Samantha was feeling utterly helpless and vulnerable under his powerful assaults. He was demolishing her ass with the massive cock and she was not only powerless to stop him but he had destroyed her will to fight. She was ready to surrender completely and leave him in charge of her mind and body.
“Mine,” he said in her ear as he speeded up his strokes “this is all mine, girl. I own this ass, and I own you. You are nothing but my fucktoy now. My personal bitch that I will keep on my leash.”
“Oh!” his words made her body throb as always and she looked back at him with tearful eyes “Yes, Master. Yes, you own me. You own this bitch. I am just your property, your fucktoy. Ah. You will use me as you want and I will surrender to your use and abuse any time, anywhere.”
He was speeding up his strokes and his cock was drilling her anal canal. Her body was warm and electrified by the hot currents rocking her from the insides, sending tingly sensations from her head to her toes. She was feeling her orgasm subside but it felt that her pussy was still very hot and liable to explode again any second. This feeling of impending eruption was keeping Samantha on edge and she was taking shallow breaths, afraid that even a deep breath will blow her up into a million pieces.
But Rohan was not being that careful, he was squeezing her tits hard, holding her soft, warm mounds in his hands and crushing them ruthlessly as he drilled her ass like she was his whore and born to be a slave to his cock. His cockhead drilling back and forth in her anal canal was making Samantha yelp with each stroke.
“Ah, god!” The explosion hit and Samantha cried out as her pussy made her body jerk. She dug her nails into the leather sofa as her pussy pumped out her hot cum, making her feel like her whole body was being torn apart by an electric storm.
Rohan used her orgasm to penetrate her deeper knowing that it will mask her pain. He took a hard grip on her big, firm tits, digging his fingers into her fleshy mounds as he jammed his cock deeper into her ass with longer, mercilessly hard strokes. Samantha yelped with each stroke and could not help but cum more and more while his cock ripped her apart like she was nothing but fuckmeat.
Two young girls, hardly in their twenties, entered the toilet and were taken aback by the scene on the sofa. Unlike the woman before them, they were quite comfortable to stand and watch. They talked to each other in French pointing out how big Rohan’s cock was and how Samantha could even take it in her ass. Samantha could understand all of it and her face was flushed but her body was turned on even more as the two girls watched her being destroyed like a whore. One girl commented that Rohan seemed like a stud and she would not mind spreading her legs for him. The other girl agreed. Rohan looked at them and smiled. As the two girls realised that he could hear and understand everything they were saying, they blushed and quickly walked away to the stalls.
Samantha was not sure how many orgasms she had just had but her pussy seemed to be erupting non-stop, spiking with his strokes and hardly slowing down between orgasm. She could feel the heat in her pussy warm up her thighs and legs, the electric sensations filling her body and shooting off toward her extremities like lightning bolts.
His strokes continued to accelerate and Samantha screamed louder without caring that the two girls using the toilet would be able to hear her as well. Being used so hard in the presence of others was actually turning her on even more. It felt like he was claiming her in front of the rest of the world and Samantha felt incredibly proud to be his possession.
“This is what you were made for, girl.” He said “My cock is going to break you every time and put you in your place as my fucktoy. You can be the boss in your office, but when I am there, you will always be my bitch.”
“Oh, god!” His reminder that she was going to be the most powerful woman in the company from now on made her body buzz with excitement, but at the same time he was reminding her that she would be powerless in his presence and treated as his fucktoy. It made her pussy clench hard before she came again. She whimpered and submitted to him “Yes, Sir. You are my boss, sir, you are my owner. Aap hi mere maalik ho, main aap ki kutiya hoon. Aap jaise mann kare mujhe ragdo, tod do mujhe, apni randi bana kar rakh lo mujhe.”
[You are my owner. I am your bitch. You can pound me any way you want, break me, keep me as your whore.]
Her gorgeous body, her tight ass and her submission was getting to Rohan and he was drilling her ass like a beast. Samantha was crying out and cumming again and again as she felt his cock reach so deep in her ass that his cockhead was stirring her bowels with each movement of his hips. Her pussy was just erupting repeatedly, making her body feel like it was being electrified.
Suddenly Rohan stopped fucking her ass and pulled his cock out of her ass. He turned her over and straddled her waist. As he took his cock in his hand, Samantha remembered her bracelet just in time. She brought her arm to her chest, her wrist resting just above her tits. Rohan first sprayed her gorgeous face with his hot cum then pointed his cock at her chest. His hot, creamy cum landed on her tits and her wrist, practically soaking the silver and diamond bracelet in his slimy cum. As he moved back the next loads of his cum landed on her bare midriff, some going into her navel.
“Thank you, Sir.” Samantha flashed her gorgeous smile.
One of the two girls came out of the stall and went to the wash basin. She kept stealing glances at Rohan and Samantha as she washed her hands. The other girl came out and joined her. They whispered to each other while looking sideways toward the sofa. As they walked toward the door, one girl diverted and came to the sofa. She scooped up some cum from Samantha’s face and tasted it with her finger.
“Mmm, c’est delicioux!” She said to the other girl. The other one followed her example and tasted Rohan’s cum from Samantha’s face.
“Oui!” She said “Tres delicioux!”
Rohan looked at them and said “Mais oui.”
They blushed and ran out of the toilet.
Samantha tried to get the cum from her dress but it seeped through the sheer fabric into her skin. She rubbed it there. She managed to lick the cum from her arm and from the bracelet. She scooped up as much as she could from her midriff and her face and ate it. Then she continued to rub the remainder of his cum into her midriff and her face. It soon got absorbed in her skin.
Rohan got off her and guided her down to the floor. She smiled as she knelt between his legs and sucked his cock clean, eating his cum, digging her tongue into his pee hole to get every single drop.
Chapter 2 – Dinner Foursome
“I am sorry, we started without you, baby.” Manushi said when Rohan came back to the table.
“No problem, sweetheart.” Rohan sat down next to her “It took me long.” He included Chey in his comments “I am trying to get one of channel heads from the Delhi TV station to come and help set things up here and there is so much paperwork that they need my help on.”
Chey nodded.
“Oh, who are you bringing, baby?” Manushi asked even though she knew he was lying.
“I am talking to Aishwarya and Rani.” Rohan said “Either one or both of them will come and help with the programming setup.”
“That would be nice.” Manushi said.
Samantha came back “I am so sorry.” She said “There was a queue for the toilet that was so long then I got soap on my dress and had to...oh, it was just a nightmare.”
Chey made space for her as Rohan was sitting on the edge seat on the other side and was surprised when Samantha actually sat down next to him. She showed them the wet spot on her sheer dress where the soap had apparently gone. Chey was sure that Rohan had been fucking Samantha somewhere but when he saw the wet patch on Samantha’s dress with remnants of something white sticking to it, he wondered if she was telling the truth.
“I just got back myself, I had a call.” Rohan said “Did the food get all cold?”
“No, I covered it,” Manushi said “it’s only been five minutes. We can order more though if it’s cold.”
“They will again take half an hour to serve.” Rohan said. He tried the food that Manushi served in his plate and said “No, this is fine. Not cold at all.”
“Rohan,” Samantha said while they were eating “baby, you have to meet my Head of Programming, Nayantara. She is eager to meet you.”
“Sure, I suppose it would be useful to have a good chat with her given all the content related plans we have in mind.” Rohan said.
“Yes, and she is not sure that she will keep her job so she is really eager to meet you and make a good impression.” Samantha said.
“Why does she think I am going to fire her?” He looked at Samantha.
“Ummm...I might have said something.” Samantha had her tongue in cheek.
“You let her think I am going to fire her and she must make efforts to save her job?” Rohan was staring at Samantha now.
“She is really hot, baby.” Samantha said with a meaningful smile.
“Honey, Sam wants to bring her in your possession.” Manushi said.
“Yes, I got that now, thank you.” Rohan said.
But Manushi had not said that for Rohan’s benefit, she had said it for Chey to hear. She was watching Chey from the corner of her eye and he had been squirming as Samantha and Rohan discussed Nayantara. Manushi gathered that Chey must have some interest or a crush on Nayantara.
“Will she be easy for Rohan, Sam?” Manushi asked.
“Very easy, I think.” Samantha nodded “He would be able to take her in his hand readily.”
“Why do you think so?” Rohan said.
“I told her that you have asked for all programming professionals profiles from the market.” Samantha said.
“Did you tell her that I want to hire them to work as channel heads and programming executives under the Head of Programming?” Rohan said.
“I might have forgotten that part.” Samantha grinned openly this time.
“Oh, you little minx.” Rohan made a motion like he was going to throw salad at her. Samantha ducked and laughed.
“Is she really hot, Sam?” Manushi asked.
“Very.” Samantha nodded “Gorgeous face and a tight, superhot body. And she is a total slut.”
Manushi saw Chey squirm at that and she followed that up “Why do you call her a slut, Sam?”
“Because she is,” Sam was purposely not looking at Chey, she already knew his history with Nayantara “she loves dick. She goes out a lot and fucks around. She has fucked around in the company also a lot.”
“Sam, you know, if Rohan takes her in hand, he will restrict her.” Manushi said “I don’t think she will handle it well.”
“If she doesn’t then it’s up to Rohan to keep her or set her free.” Samantha shrugged.
“Come on, girls.” Rohan said, he had also noticed Chey squirming by now “It won’t come to that. I will have her on my leash and licking my shoes like a good little bitch before she knows what happened to her.”
“Mmmm,” Manushi leaned in and kissed Rohan’s cheek “that’s my man.”
Samantha smiled but Chey was squirming like he was sitting on a hot stove. He had planned to complain to Manushi that her fiancé had been doing too much flirting with Samantha, but here things were radically different. He was sure that Manushi had either made it possible or at least knew that Rohan had just fucked Samantha. And now she was talking about another girl that Rohan could fuck and own. They were literally talking about Rohan owning the goddess Nayantara.
“When can I check this little slut out?” Rohan said “I am intrigued now.”
“That’s up to you, baby,” Samantha said “I can serve her to you on a silver platter any time. She will come where you call.”
“But you have a plan in mind, don’t you?” Rohan looked at Samantha.
“Mhmmmm, you know me so well.” Samantha smiled “I have told her to stay away from tomorrow’s office event, but I am giving that cocktail party tomorrow in your honour for the top management, no? She will come to that and I have made sure that she will be dressed exclusively for you.”
“Good girl.” Rohan said “Come here.”
As he leaned forward, Samantha stood up and leaned forward as well. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Chey’s seat made a noise as he squirmed.
“Ummm, can’t we see her in the office event?” Manushi said “Even I am curious to see her.”
“She will come wherever the boss calls her,” Samantha said “but I know that Rohan would want to nail her as soon as he sees her and the office event will be crowded.”
“I will want to not just nail her but break her fully,” Rohan said “so office event is not good for that. Good call, Sam, party is the right place.”
“Thank you, my lovely boss.” Samantha smiled.
“And you are coming to the party, Chey?” Rohan said “No excuses.”
“Sure. Sure.” Chey nodded “My mother is coming from India but her flight is early evening, I will pick her up then bring her as well, if that’s alright?”
“Of course, bro.” Rohan looked at Samantha “Invite the whole staff to the party, not just top management. And give everybody a day off for the day after, except essential staff to keep the station running.”
“Ok.” Samantha nodded “Yes, boss.”
Chapter 3 – Enter Ketika Sharma
After they had finished eating and the plates had been cleared, Manushi looked towards Ketika. The struggling young model had been looking toward their table frequently. She met Manushi’s eyes expectantly. Manushi nodded. Ketika quickly got up and walked over to their table.
Earlier she had been wearing a short-sleeved black lace minidress that was mostly all see-through and showed her young, shapely body with daring frankness. It had a deep, wide cleavage and the shape of her milky white tits was visible through a few layers of the lace. The dress was even more daring over her hips and did not cover much. Her black thong was visible to anyone who would look at her closely. There was no back to the dress and the waistband of the thong was making an effort to cover the one inch of ass crack that that super sexy dress exposed otherwise.
The dress was so short that Manushi could see her panties when she sat down. She was clearly not wearing a bra as her young, heavy breasts moved when she moved. Her smooth, fair legs were bare right up to her upper thighs. She was wearing 8” high shoes with pointed heels with 4” platforms, that added to her height and made her ass look even more sexy and inviting. Her hair was made up in a fancy bun with some strands loose and caressing her cheeks.
Her dress looked different this time. She had removed the top part around the shoulders somehow so now there were no sleeves and it was like a deep-neck tank dress. She had also taken off an inner lining layer which made the dress more see-through. Now her tits and even her pussy could be seen if someone looked at close range as she had removed her panties. She came and stood near their table where Rohan could inspect her easily from head to toe. Her legs were slightly open and there was no hesitation or embarrassment in her manner.
“Baby, this is Ketika Sharma, she is a model.” Manushi said “Ketika, meet Mr. Rohan Oberoi.”
“Hi, Ketika.” Rohan was washing his hands in the fingerbowl in front of him. He wiped his hands then extended his right hand “Nice to meet you.”
Ketika was all eagerness and subservience as she took his hand “Hello, Sir. It is an honour to meet you, Sir.”
“She is a beautiful piece, don’t you think, baby?” Manushi said.
Rohan nodded “I like beautiful pieces, but I like obedient girls.”
Ketika met his eyes “I am a very obedient girl, Sir. Aap jo bologe main karoongi. I will drink this if you say.”
[I will do whatever you say.]
She nodded toward the fingerbowl that Rohan had just used. He looked at her. Ketika nodded with determination. He laughed.
“No need for that,” He shook his head “There are other ways to show your obedience.”
The waitress had been waiting to pick up the fingerbowls. She now stepped forward and collected them. When she was gone, Manushi addressed Ketika again.
“Ketika, why don’t you join us?” Manushi said and moved one seat to her left so that Ketika could sit next to Rohan “Baby, take her, no?”
Rohan moved one seat to the left and made space for Ketika on his right. Ketika slid into the seat, smiling happily “Thank you, Sir. Thank you, ma’am.”
“You can call me Manushi.” Manushi said with a smile “But you can keep calling him Sir.”
Chey was watching intently and was hardly able to breathe as he was seeing Rohan break this gorgeous girl right in front of his eyes. His cock was getting hard in his pants. He was regretting that he did not have the authority to do anything for Ketika as it was apparent that she was willing to do anything for her career.
“Thank you, Manushi.” Ketika nodded then turned in her seat to look at Rohan “Sir, it would be an honour if you would consider me, like check me out and see, I mean if you could use me, you have the TV station.”
Rohan gently brushed her hair from her cheek. She had opened her hair now as per Manushi’s recommendation and it was framing her lovely, young face beautifully.
“I think it would be nice to use you, Ketika,” Rohan caressed her soft, smooth cheek with the back of his fingers “you do look quite usable.”
Ketika nodded “I am very usable, Sir. It would be an honour and a pleasure to be used by you.”
Chey’s cock was pulsing in his pants. The girl was hot enough that he knew she could fuck any man she wanted. Yet, she was giving Rohan an open offer to put his cock in her. She was not even bothered that there were other people present.
“This is Samantha Ruth Prabhu.” Rohan pointed Samantha out “She is the CEO of the TV station.”
“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet you, ma’am.” Ketika said, obviously impressed.
“Hi, Ketika.” Samantha smiled “Nice to meet you too, dear.”
“What do you think, Sam?” Rohan looked at Samantha as he put his hand behind Ketika’s neck and slowly rubbed down her bare back.
“She is definitely gorgeous, Sir.” Samantha said “But obviously, I will be guided by your wishes. If she satisfies you we can bring her in for a screen-test.”
“Maybe we should have the screen test first to see if ....” Rohan said.
Ketika put her hand on Rohan’s thigh boldly rubbing along in a way that her pinky finger was touching his thick shaft outlined in his pants “I would rather you tested me first, Sir. No matter what the result of the screen-test, I would like to satisfy you first. Then we can have the screen test and then you could have me again.”
Chey’s heart skipped a beat. He was amazed by how bold and daring the girl was. She was openly telling Rohan to fuck her in front of all of them.
“My testing methods are a bit rough, darling,” Rohan said, rubbing her bare back, his fingers touching and teasing Ketika’s partially exposed ass crack “you may not walk for a day or two after my test.”
“At least a week.” Manushi added.
Ketika swallowed and nodded “That’s fine. I would love to satisfy you first. I am sure ma’am would call me in for a screen-test whenever you want.”
“Of course.” Samantha nodded “He is the boss.”
“And of course, you could have me again and again after the test, Sir.” Ketika said “I am a good girl and a very obedient girl.”
“I am only here for two weeks, darling.” Rohan smiled, keeping his hand on her bare back.
“Oh,” Ketika looked genuinely sad “then it’s even more important that you test me as much as possible before you go, Sir. I would come wherever you call me and you can keep me as long as you want - an hour or a week, totally your call.”
“Have you had your dinner?” Rohan said.
“Yes, Sir.” Ketika said.
“Good. We were planning to go for ice cream somewhere.” Rohan put his hand on her leg, caressing her bare thigh “Would you like to come?”
Ketika opened her legs and smiled “I would love to, Sir. I will go anywhere you take me, Sir. You can take me anywhere.”
He smiled at her obvious offer and nodded. Then he looked at the others “Shall we go? I know a nice place on the island that has great ice cream.”
Ketika nodded “I love ice cream, Sir.”
“Is that your boyfriend?” Rohan said nodding toward Ketika’s table.
“Yes, Sir,” Ketika nodded “I can tell him to go....”
“Bring him.” Rohan said.
“Yes, Sir.” Ketika went to tell her boyfriend to come along while Rohan called for the bill.
Chapter 4 – Dessert Plans
Outside the restaurant, Samantha said “Sir, I think I should skip the ice cream for tonight.”
Rohan put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him “Why, baby?”
Chey was standing not more than two feet away. He squirmed in his place as he saw Rohan’s hand move down over Samantha’s bare waist and grip her ass cheek. He kneaded her ass cheek while they talked in low voices.
“You are not worried about dieting now, are you, girl?” Rohan said.
“Well, I do need to stay fit and hot for my Owner,” Samantha smiled “but no, it’s not that.”
“Then?” He continued to knead her ass.
“Ketika is a hot piece, and she needs your attention.” Samantha said “I have had my dose tonight, and thank you for that, but I don’t want to get in her way. I think she’s a lovely piece that you should break fully.”
“I am going to crush her thoroughly anyway, darling.” Rohan continued to hold her close. The lighting outside the restaurant was not very bright but they were visible to those near them as they stood in an intimate embrace.
“Yes, you should. She deserves it and she looks like she would be a good fucktoy for you.” Samantha said.
“And a good model?” He said “I don’t want to lead the poor cunt on if we can’t help her.”
“Of course, we can help her, Sir,” Samantha said “We always have a shortage of good models for advertisers and if you are recommending a girl, well, your bitch is going to get top preference.”
“Good.” He nodded and kissed Samantha on the lips “Then what is worrying you, my whore?”
“Sir, I want to go home and get the party details changed. I will need to send invites to the staff so they have some notice and I will need to update the venue for the number of people. A few other things.”
“Don’t you have an assistant for such things?” He was holding her close, with one hand on her bare back and the other on her tight, shapely ass. She was showing no hesitation in surrendering herself in his arms.
“I do,” Samantha grinned “but you broke mine earlier today. Poor Angira is sleeping by now, I am sure, and she needs it. And also, I need to do something Angira can’t do. I need to get Nayantara fully ready for you tomorrow. I will tell you her history tomorrow in the office, but she is a girl that you need to crush fully, own and put on your leash. That’s a bitch that needs to be kept on a short leash.”
Rohan nodded “I see.”
Samantha looked up in his eyes with adoration “I would love to come with you for ice cream, I would like to come with you anywhere any time, but this time I feel like your bitch needs to serve you as CEO also not just as fuckmeat.”
“Not just fuckmeat then?” He grinned.
“I am your fuckmeat anytime anywhere you want, my lovely Sir,” Samantha smiled “abhi loge to abhi bhi doongi. But I want to please you with both my roles - CEO and Whore.”
[If you want to fuck me now, I will cooperate.]
“Hmmm, and which one is more important?” He looked at her as he teased her tight bared ass crack with his fingertips.
“Whore, of course.” Samantha said.
“Are you sure?”
“Hundred percent.” She moved closer, boldly pressing her pussy on his crotch “Put me on a leash and take me to Delhi right now, I won’t ask to be CEO of anything and I would just live as your personal bitch. And I will be really happy doing that.”
“Such a sweet talker.” He kissed her soft, warm lips “That’s why I liked you from the beginning.”
“Oh?” She looked at him and bit her lip “I thought it was because of my sexy, whore body.”
“My cock liked you for that.” Rohan grinned and ground his cock between her legs.
Samantha chuckled then leaned in closer “I am thankful to you and your cock for coming into my life and taking possession of me.”
“You are welcome, my whore.” He squeezed her ass “Alright, you can go home. Invite Ketika to the party before you go.”
“That would be lovely, Sir.” Samantha smiled “I will invite her to the party and also the day event. It would be nice for her to see the TV station and meet the photographers. You could nail her in my office or in the party as you like.”
Rohan nodded “Sounds good.”
They kissed again before he let her go. Samantha stepped over to Ketika.
“Ketika, do you have any party dresses?” she said.
“Yes, ma’am. A few.” Ketika said “They are pretty slutty though, for going clubbing in Paris.”
“Good. We have an event at the TV station tomorrow, Sir is taking formal possession of the TV station. You should come. And in the evening we have a cocktail party, Sir wants you to come for that too.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful, ma’am.” Ketika’s eyes shone with excitement “I would love to come.”
“Give me your phone, I will put in the station address and my phone number.” Samantha said.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Ketika handed Samantha her phone.
“And Ketika,” Samantha said softly as she was typing “for both places you need to dress for Sir, nobody else. You know how to dress for him?”
“Ma’am, Manushi ma’am gave me some tips before. I will ask her for more before I go.” Ketika said “I would like Sir to be happy with me.”
“Exactly.” Samantha handed her the phone back “Message me if you have any questions.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
Samantha hesitated then looked at the young girl “Ketika, Sir will probably acquire you in the office tomorrow. Come ready to be claimed. He is not a man who accepts less than hundred percent submission so your dress up, your look, your attitude everything should show that you are ready to be acquired. You will be an object in his collection, nothing more.”
“Even that would be like a dream come true, ma’am.” Ketika nodded “Why would I want more?”
“I don’t know, some girls think they can tease and control men just because they have a pussy, and most men you can,” Samantha said “not with Rohan Oberoi. Remember this the whole time, you are an object for him to own. If you are lucky, he will break you and own you, otherwise he has no shortage of pussy.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Ketika nodded “I know my place, ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Samantha smiled “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Ketika nodded “Goodnight.”
Chapter 5 – Getting to Know Ketika
There was no argument or discussion, Manushi opened the backseat door, let Rohan sit inside then told him to move to the middle seat. She signalled Ketika to get in and sit on his right. Ketika obeyed wordlessly. Manushi signalled her boyfriend to sit in the front passenger seat beside the driver. Sahay had not said more than ten words since being introduced by Ketika to the others and he didn’t say any words now. He walked around and got in the passenger seat. Manushi came and sat on Rohan’s left side.
“Estérina en Rue Saint-Louis en L’ile, s’il vous plait.” Rohan told the driver.
“Oui, monsieur.” The driver nodded.
Ketika cuddled up to Rohan “You speak French so well, wish I could borrow your tongue sometime, I can’t speak French at all.”
Rohan rubbed her back and pulled her close “Maybe that can be arranged.”
He slipped his arm around her neck and let his hand hang loosely over her breast. Ketika quietly slipped her dress strap down over her shoulder, baring her full breast. Rohan closed his fingers around her young, firm breast and kneaded it slowly as the car moved smoothly through the streets of Paris. Her breast was hot and he could feel her nipple getting hard under his palm.
“So, Ketika, how long have you been in Paris?” Manushi asked “Do you live here?”
“No, no, I live in Delhi, in India.” Ketika said “I came here with Sahu, he was coming here for business. We have been here only a few days.”
“Oh, I see.” Manushi said “Sahay, what business do you do?”
“I...I am a partner in my dad’s company,” Sahay said diffidently.
“What do they make?” Manushi asked.
“Most...mostly books.” Sahay was keeping his face forward as he talked. He had seen from the corner of his eye that Rohan was squeezing Ketika’s breast and he didn’t want to let them know he could see them “We recently started supplying here so my dad sent me to look after the business and get orders for the next quarter.”
While they were talking, Ketika put her hand on Rohan’s cheek, turned his face towards her and pressed her hot, supple lips on his lips. He kissed her back, licking her lips and pushing his tongue between her lips. Ketika parted her lips readily and gave full access to his tongue. Rohan squeezed her breast harder, his fingers digging into her soft, hot flesh. Ketika moaned and continued to suck Rohan’s tongue. He fucked her mouth deep, exploring her hot, sweet mouth with his tongue. Ketika laid down her tongue under his, showing her submission as she invited him to fuck her face and drank his saliva.
“How long will you be here?” Manushi said.
“Maybe another month.” Sahay said uncertainly.
“What if Sir likes Ketika and wants to use her in some projects?” Manushi said.
Ketika and Rohan broke the breathless kiss. She took a breath and said “If Sir wants to use me I will stay as long as he wants.”
“Good girl.” Rohan said and continued kneading her breast.
“Rue Saint-Louis, monsieur,” the driver stopped the car “Esterina est a droit.”
[Saint-Louis street, Sir. Esterina is on the right.]
“Merci.”
[Thank you.]
They got out of the car. Ketika adjusted her dress before stepping out.
“Usually, there is a long queue here.” Rohan said.
At this time there were only a couple of people in front of them. They were able to order their ice creams in a couple of minutes.
Ketika said “Sir, please pick a flavour for me.” She smiled a cheeky smile “Mere munh mein kya jaayega, aap hi decide karo.”
[You decide what will go in my mouth.]
“Sirf munh mein nahin, gale mein.” Manushi said softly. Ketika smiled.
[Not just in your mouth but in your throat also.]
They got their ice creams and walked in the direction that Rohan pointed. There was not much conversation as everybody was eating their ice cream.
Ketika said “Sir, can I lick your....cone?”
He smiled “Mera chaatna hai tumhein?”
[You want to lick mine?]
“Ji, Sir,” she nodded “chaatne doge?”
[Yes, will you let me lick it?]
He offered her his cone. She licked his ice cream and said “Bahut tasty hai Sir aap ka.”
[Yours is very tasty.]
Rohan smiled.
They came out of the street at the corner. There was the bridge called Pont Saint’Louis there which connected this little island L’ile Saint-Louis to the Paris mainland. It was a very short bridge. Rohan pointed to the steps by the side of the bridge leading down to the river. Ketika followed him down. As Sahay started to follow them, Manushi grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He looked at her. She pointed to the bridge. He followed Manushi on to the bridge.
“So, she is your girlfriend?” Manushi said in-between eating her ice cream.
“Yes.” Sahay said in his typical brief manner.
“Not just friend, but girlfriend?” Manushi looked at him.
“Yes.” Sahay nodded firmly this time “I want to marry her.”
Manushi nodded “She works for you?”
“No,” Sahay shook his head “she used to work as secretary for my dad but she left because she wanted to be a model.”
“But you didn’t leave her.” Manushi said.
“I....I love her.” Sahay said.
“So, you live in Delhi, permanently?” Rohan said as they got off the steps and on the river bank.
“Yes, Sir.” Ketika walked alongside him on the paved bank in her high heels “I was born there.”
“So you live with your parents?” Rohan said.
“For now, Sir,” She nodded “I am trying to move out so I am saving money for that.”
“But then, darling, why are you trying to get work in Paris when you live in Delhi?” Rohan finished his ice cream and wiped his hands on his hankie.
“Sir, I am trying for work everywhere.” Ketika said “I had never seen Paris, so when Sahu was coming over I grabbed the opportunity to come. It’s a glamorous city and I really wanted to see it.”
“But you didn’t come for work?” Rohan offered her his hankie as she finished her ice cream cone.
Ketika took it and thanked him with a smile as she returned it “Sir, I am a struggling model. I would try for work everywhere.”
“I see.”
“Wow, what a cool boat.” Ketika said looking at the boat tied at the bank with a rope. It was not as big as the boat on which Rohan had taken the whole family for a tour but it looked like it was used for touristy tours as well.
“Yes, it’s lovely.” Rohan agreed.
“Somebody inside, I think.” Ketika said, noticing the little light inside.
They walked a little more. Rohan sat down on the bank in front of the boat, with his feet dangling over the river. The water level was much below his feet. Ketika followed his example and sat down close to him, dangling her whore heels.
“Nice shoes.” Rohan said.
Ketika smiled “Thank you, Sir.”
She turned to him and turned her face up. He kissed her slowly but firmly, his tongue licking between her lips. Ketika opened her lips and accepted his tongue in her mouth showing her ready submission. Rohan moved his left hand up and fondled her hot, heavy breast, feeling the weight of her young, full breast in his hand. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her breast but she continued to suck his tongue deeper into her mouth. He was rubbing her bare back with his right hand and Ketika was clinging to him eagerly, showing no hesitation or reservation in submitting her body to him regardless of where they were. She didn’t know where her boyfriend was but she showed no hesitation because of that.
Her moaned grew longer as his tongue fucked her mouth. She sucked his tongue and drank his saliva, keeping her lips sealed on his, showing him that she was not only willing and eager but needy. He fucked her mouth, tasting her sweet, hot mouth while his hands mauled her young, gorgeous body in the moonlight of Paris. She slipped her dress strap off so his left hand could fully grab her bare breast. She pressed her breast into his hand as he kneaded her soft, firm mound, feeling its heat in his hand.
They were both panting when they broke the kiss. Rohan faced the river again, then Ketika did as well. She made no move to adjust her dress strap. He slipped his right arm around her neck and grabbed her bare breast. She cuddled up to him, making it easier for him to knead her breast.
“So, you saw Manushi tonight and approached her?” He said.
“Uh huh, I saw Chey Sir and someone told me he owned a TV station.” Ketika put her arm around him and pressed her left breast into his side “Manushi ma’am told me that he has sold the station and now her fiancé owns it.”
“I see.” Rohan nodded, casually playing with her breast “And now, what are your plans, Delhi or Paris?”
“Plan is simple,” she kept grinding her breast into his side “aap jahan kaam doge main karoongi. Aap jahan meri loge main doongi.”
[Wherever you give me work, I will do it. Wherever you want to fuck me, I will spread for you.]
Rohan smiled “You are sure about that?”
“Hundred percent.” She nodded “I want you as my boss, and I will be a very, very good girl for you. Kutiya ki tarah wafadaar rahoongi.”
[I will be loyal like a bitch.]
An arm shot out of the boat and a female voice said “Monsieur!” Something landed on the concrete bank “Elle est délicate.”
[She is delicate.]
Rohan looked, it was a long cushion that apparently was from the long backseat of the tourist boat.
“Merci!” Rohan said “I wasn’t planning to....je ne vais –“
[Thank you. I wasn’t going to -]
A heavily-accented French voice said “She wants it.”
Rohan looked at Ketika. She bit her lower lip and nodded.
Manushi threw the napkin in the dustbin and turned back to Sahay “Have you nailed her?”
“Who?” Sahay’s face turned red “I....she...it’s none of your business.”
“Shut up and answer the question.” Manushi said. She ignored him and went to stand at the railing looking down at the beautiful river in the moonlight with the many bridges visible in the distance.
After a moment, Sahay joined her there, pulled by the force of her personality.
“Have you fucked her?” She asked without looking at him.
“N....n....no.” He said “I think that lovemaking should be saved for after marriage.”
Manushi nodded like she didn’t really care either way. She said “She wants to be a model.”
“Yes. Very much so. It’s her dream.”
“Will you help her?”
“Of course. I will do anything to help her fulfil her dream.”
“Does she live with you in the hotel?” Manushi said.
“Yes.” He nodded “I....I can’t rent another room for her. My brother approves the business expenses. If he saw that he would....I will be in trouble.”
“Hmmm.”
They heard someone toss out something out of the boat on to the bank. There was some conversation which sounded like French but they could not hear it clearly. Earlier they had seen Rohan and Ketika sit on the river back. They had seen them make out. Sahay had squirmed but he had not said anything.
“So you have never put your dick in her?” Manushi said as they watched Rohan and Ketika get up from the river back and go to the oblong, dark object on the river bank.
“Ummm...you do say....ummm....no.” Sahay was blushing hard and was thankful that she was not looking at him.
“Not even in her mouth?” This time she looked at him.
He shook his head “No. She is a good girl. I don’t want to take advantage of her.”
“Do you sleep on the same bed?”
“There is only one bed in the room.” He nodded.
“Have you tasted her?” Manushi turned to look over the railing again.
“Er....I....yes...once she let me lick her pussy.” Sahay said.
“Good.” Manushi said.
Her answer seemed to make Sahay happy.
“What is she doing?” He said as they saw Ketika walk to the dark oblong and lie down on her back on it.
“Earning her chance to be a model.” Manushi said.
Ketika’s dress was already super short. As she laid down on the cushion, it rode up even more. Rohan opened his pants and pushed them down before he got on top of her.
“So, you are telling me....” He said as he brought his face on top of hers, his body dominating hers “that you want me to nail you?”
Ketika started opening his shirt buttons “I am telling you to take me in hand, be my boss and use me.”
“Use you as what?” He moved his hips and his cockhead touched her pussy. She was wet.
“No, just use me.” she took his cock in her hand, wrapping her long, tapering fingers around his thick meatpole and guided it to her pussy hole “Use me as you want.”
He pushed with his hips and she screamed as his cockhead stretched her tight, young pussy hole to the very limits of its elasticity and flooded her body with hot, erotic pain that made even her toenails tingle with hot currents.
“Ah, mumma!” Ketika screamed and closed her eyes to bear up under the incredible pain flooding her body.
Sahay jumped at the sound of that scream. He stared over the railing at the two figures intertwined on the cushion. He could see Rohan’s hips moving as he started fucking Ketika in and out. Sahay started toward the steps leading down. Manushi grabbed his wrist.
When he looked at her, she said “Stay!” like one commands a dog. Sahay squirmed in her grip but then stopped. She left his hand.
“He....what is he doing?” Sahay asked.
“Claiming her, as is his right.” Manushi said.
Ketika thought the same. She was rubbing Rohan’s bare back, keeping her legs open to give him full access.
“Mmmm, take me, Rohan,” she breathed “it’s your right. Poora andar tak daal ke ragdo mujhe. Tumhein poora haq hai. Ah, yes, baby, yes! Chodo, aise hi. Tod do mujhe. Ah, Rohan! It’s all yours, baby. Take me. Make me your bitch.”
[Jam it fully deep in me and pound me. You have full right. Fuck me. Just like that. Break me.]
He pressed his lips on hers and kissed her hard as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her young, tight pussy claiming her, conquering her inch by inch, giving her no choice but to surrender to his cock that was overwhelming her like a huge army taking over a small, weak country. Ketika opened her mouth and took his tongue into her mouth. She sucked his tongue and drank his saliva hungrily like it was the balm helping her with the pain that his cock was causing. She kept her lips sealed to his so he could feed her his saliva and kept pushing up with her hips to encourage him to fuck her deeper.
“God, you are a hot piece of ass, Ketika.” He said, breathing hard as they broke the intensely lustful kiss “But I like obedient whores, I told you that, didn’t I?”
“I will be your obedient whore.” She nodded “Jo bologe main karoongi. Kuchh bhi. Aaj se apni kutiya samajh lo mujhe, aap ki wafadar kutiya.”
[I will do anything you tell me. Anything at all. Think of me as your bitch from today. Your loyal bitch.]
Her complete submission combined with her gorgeous, soft, supple body under him was turning Rohan on. His strokes were getting harder and his cockhead reaching so deep into her cunt that Ketika was feeling her breath being knocked out with each thrust of his hips. She was too hot to be able to control her moans and groans. She was squirming under him, moving her ass in a way that she could get his cock deeper into her cunt even thought that same cock was hurting her pussy from the inside and making her yelp with each thrust.
Ketika was a young and gorgeous girl with a lot of sex appeal. She had been having sex for a long time and she loved it. Even before she decided to be a model, she was enjoying her life, dating any boy that she liked and fucking around as much as she wanted. She knew that when she tried to become a model she would have to spread her legs in auditions and photoshoots regularly. She considered that a good thing. She loved cock. How could getting more cock could be a bad thing?
She had realised when she got into it that this was different from sex in her personal life. People were sleazy and treated her like a piece of meat. But still when it came to the actual thing, they didn’t have the equipment or the skill to actually fuck a hot girl like her in a way that she would enjoy. She usually came home from auditions frustrated because of the high-powered executive who tried to nail her but had a tiny dick which left her unsatisfied and hungry for a real cock. She had begun to make some money at it so she knew she wanted to keep doing modelling but she no longer thought of it as a fun, sexual adventure.
But tonight was a radical change that she knew was going to change her life. Even when she had approached Chey, she had been ready to be a good girl and take his cock, but when she found out that Rohan was the one she will need to spread her legs for and she actually met him....Ketika was overwhelmed. He was incredibly handsome and was the kind of guy she would have spread for on the first date, if she could get a date with him.
Ever since sitting down next to Rohan at his table, Ketika had been wondering what was wrong with him. He was too good to be true. How could he be the owner of a TV station and able to help her career but be this incredibly handsome prince that she would get to have sex with? Life wasn’t a fairytale. It was just not possible that this man she had to fuck for work was the kind of man she would give her right arm to serve. There must be something wrong. He either had a small dick, or he was only a weak man who liked watching girls being fucked. He had asked her to bring her boyfriend along, that had made her suspicious.
Now he was in her and his cock was anything but small. It was driving her crazy the way it was stretching and fucking her, making her completely helpless under him. She didn’t even know where her boyfriend was and if he could see her, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that she wanted this cock to fuck her, and fuck her again, she wanted to belong to this cock. She wanted to be Rohan’s bitch and have him use her as his fucktoy, again and again.
“Ah, mar gayee!” Ketika screamed as her pussy exploded with his hard strokes and she clung to him tightly as her pussy soaked his hard, hot cock with her slick, oily juices.
Rohan kept drilling her hard as the raw, rough orgasm rocked through her body and Ketika screamed with his powerful strokes, surrendering everything to him.
“She sounds like she is in pain.” Sahay said, watching his girlfriend being fucked by this powerful man openly in moonlight.
“Yes, she is.” Manushi nodded casually “But you can’t help her. She needs this pain. She has earned it.”
“Oh.” Sahay didn’t know what to say.
“She is a very hot girl, Sahay.” Manushi said.
“Yes, she is.” This he could agree with.
“And now she is going to belong to my fiancé’.”
“B...belong?”
“Yes, belong.” Manushi said firmly “Like property. He will call her and fuck her when he wants. She is going to be his personal bitch.”
Sahay could not help give a jerk despite himself as his cock started to get really hard. Manushi noticed it.
“That....that sounds bad.” He said.
“Only to you. She wants it.” Manushi said “She is going to be his possession.”
“Umm....I....she is my girlfriend.” He asserted.
“Yes, but his possession.” Manushi repeated “Wo uski lega jab uska mann karega. And you won’t touch her.”
[He will fuck her when he wants.]
“What?”
“Sahay, from now on, only Rohan will be allowed to do anything with her. Nobody else.” Manushi said “You can sleep in the same bed but you can’t touch her, you can’t lick her pussy, she can’t suck your dick.”
“But....she....is my girlfriend.” He protested.
“No, she is his bitch first.” Manushi said “She belongs to him. She will be on his leash. Think of it like you are dogsitting. Someone has left his pet bitch with you. You can take care of her and feed her, take her for walks, but she is not yours, she belongs to her owner.”
The way she was describing his stunning girlfriend was fucking with Sahay’s mind. He could not help a moan escape his mouth.
But Ketika’s moans were longer and louder. Her orgasm rocked her body for a long time but finally it subsided. She clung to Rohan with arms and legs while her pussy pumped out her hot cum, soaking his thick cock from tip to the base and even dripping on his balls. The orgasm was strong enough to blow her mind. She was kissing his neck, sucking his skin and mumbling things in his ear that she had never said to her boyfriend or any other man before.
“Mmmmmm, god, Rohan.” She was breathless but eager to tell him this “you own my body from this moment. I will do anything you say, anything you want. Baby, I will be your girl, your whore, your possession.”
He pushed his fingers into her silken locks and looked in her eyes in the dim moonlight “Kay, possession means possession. You understand that?”
Even though her orgasm had subsided, she was still breathless as he was fucking her with long, deep strokes, not ripping her apart right now but stuffing her tight, young pussy fully deep with his throbbing hard meat. She could feel the power of his cock and knew that he could rip her apart at any moment again whenever he wanted.
She met his eyes “I swear to god, anything you want, I will do. Jo bhi tum bologe. Rohan, sach mein tumhari kutiya ban kar rahoongi. I promise.”
[Whatever you say, Rohan, I will really be your bitch.]
He lowered his body on her soft, warm body so her tits felt the grinding of his chest and he loved the expression on her face. He lowered his mouth almost to her mouth “Sirf meri kutiya?”
[Only my bitch?]
“Sirf tumhari.” She nodded and parted her lips, ready to be kissed.
[Only yours.]
“Ya meri aur tumhari boyfriend ki?” He kept his mouth so close that his breath was warming her face but did not kiss her.
[Or mine and your boyfriends’?
Ketika shook her head “Sirf tumhari kutiya, sirf aur sirf tumhari. You control my life. Tell me what to do, what to wear, everything, everything in your control, baby. Wafadar kutiya ki tarah na follow karoon to kehna.”
[Yours, only yours. I will obey everything like a loyal bitch.]
Her young body was soft and firm, her curves hot enough to drive a man crazy. Her explicit submission was making Rohan’s cock throb hard. He started to drill her deep with his long, hard cock punishing her soft, delicate body, his cockhead grinding on her cervix and making her body fill with pain. She was yelping with each thrust of his cock and sucking his warm, sweaty neck to keep from making too much noise but failing badly.
“Ah, mumma!” She cried out loudly, her scream echoing in the Paris night air as she came so hard that her body thrashed around under him on the cushion like she was a fish out of water. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching around his cock and he was jamming his long, massive shaft deep into her body like he wanted to break her into a million little pieces and remould her around his cock. She seemed to have no problem with his plan even though she was screaming at the top of her lungs with his style of execution.
“She sounds like she is in pain.” Sahay was squirming in his place but also not able to take his eyes off the two figures on the riverbank.
“Mhmmm.” Manushi agreed standing beside him “when Rohan breaks us, he breaks us thoroughly. It hurts, oh, god, how it hurts!”
“B....break.” He swallowed nervously.
“Of course. He doesn’t just fuck a girl, he likes to break her and own her.” Manushi said proudly “When he is done with her, she won’t be your girlfriend, she will be his whore, his pet bitch.”
“Don’t....please don’t talk about Ketika like that.” He appealed “She is my girlfriend.”
“And I am telling you that doesn’t give you any right any more.” Manushi said firmly “She is now Rohan’s property. She is his bitch. She is an object in his collection.”
Sahay squirmed even more “I love her!”
“You can keep loving her, and taking care of her, but,” Manushi looked at him “you can’t touch her. Not without Rohan’s permission.”
“I have to have his permission to touch my own girlfriend?” Sahay said.
Manushi turned towards him and smiled. He stood up and looked up at her. She stepped closer and put her arms on his shoulders “Sahay, don’t think of Ketika as your girlfriend now, honey. Think of her as Rohan’s property that you are taking care of.”
She was so close to him that Sahay was feeling his breath coming in slow and ragged. She was several inches taller than him and he was trying very hard not to look at her tits in that hot, deep-neck dress. The smell of her perfume was flooding his nostrils. He swallowed and tried to speak “I...I...she is....but why?”
Gently rubbing his neck, Manushi kept him close even though she could see how uncomfortable he was. She smiled “Because Rohan has just taken possession of her. She is going to be very exclusive to his cock.”
“He is going to fuck her again?” Sahay opened his eyes wide.
“But, of course, dear,” Manushi nodded “he is just acquiring her now. He will drill her quite regularly while he is in Paris.”
“Oh.” Sahay’s breath was getting stuck in his throat and he was having to make an effort to get his words out “And I can’t....”
“No, you can’t fuck her, Sahay,” Manushi said “Rohan would not like anyone else to touch his property.”
“I am her boyfriend.” Sahay protested.
“Now, you are just a boy who is her friend.” Manushi smiled even more sweetly “And if you don’t believe me, just try something with Ketika and see what Rohan does to you.”
She felt a shudder go through his body.
“Oh, God, Rohan, I love you!” Ketika’s orgasmic scream came up loud and clear in the night air before Sahay could say anything more “I love your cock. I am your bitch, baby. Make me your bitch. Apni kutiya ki tarah ragdo mujhe!”
[Pound me like your bitch.]
As Sahay turned toward the railing again to watch, Manushi stepped behind him. She dropped hand down between his legs “She is talking about his cock, not this cock.”
He trembled as she put her hand on his small dick and rubbed it slowly. He swallowed wordlessly while she continued “Rohan’s dick is about four times as big and right now she is learning that she belongs to that dick.”
Ketika was not just learning it she was telling the whole world that she belonged to his dick “Ah, Rohan! Rohan, I am a slave to your dick, baby. Tumhare lund ki gulaam ban kar rahoongi. Apni kutiya bana lo mujhe. Apni personal kutiya bana kar rakh lo, please.”
[I will be a slave to your cock. Make me your bitch. Keep me as your personal bitch, please.]
Rohan was drilling her brutally hard. His cock was pummelling her cervix with the rough, savage thrusts. As he got more excited he pounded her that much harder, rocking her body with the painfully deep, powerful strokes. She had no objection to anything he wanted to do to her. He was using her and she was accepting it like she was really his bitch. His body was keeping her pinned down on the cushion, his chest grinding down on her hot, full breasts. She could feel her nipples rubbing on his chest and it was making her pussy so hot that she had already lost count of her orgasms.
“Ungh, fuck!” Rohan grunted as his cock exploded in her hot, wet cunt and started pumping his hot load into her body. Ketika could feel his hot seed blazing a trail through her vagina and making its way into her womb. She could feel him taking possession of her and branding her as his property. She arched her back as her pussy erupted again, triggered by the incredible sensations of his hot seed marking her body and soul.
“Oh, Rohan.” She clung to him with both arms and kissed him “Rohan, nobody has broken me like this before. I am your bitch now. Believe me, I am completely your bitch. Jaise chahe mujhe use karo, main kabhi mana nahin karoongi.”
[Use me as you like, I will never say no.]
“Kal office aaogi?” He still, still keeping his cock in her cunt.
[You will come to the office tomorrow?]
“Aaoungi.” She nodded.
[Yes.]
“Dress in something very short and tight.” He said “Kal gaand maaroonga tumhari.”
[I will fuck your ass tomorrow.]
Ketika moaned and he could feel her pussy clenching around his cock. She nodded “You can do anything to me and I will accept it as my rightful destiny. I am your possession now. Main tumhari kutiya hoon. Hoon na?”
[I am your bitch. Aren’t i?]
He nodded “Tum meri kutiya ho ab.”
[You are my bitch now.]
Rohan slowly pulled his cock out and they swapped places. He laid down on the cushion and she got on her knees between his legs. She started licking his cock and eating his cum.
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