Deep Therapy: Beauty in Distress
Korben Hunter
Deep Therapy
Beauty in Distress
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications, 2023
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Dr. Sarkar is a fictional character, his world is fictional, medical practices are made up 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. There is no validity to the medical practices shown in this story, their sole purpose is to create erotic excitement. The author is not a medical practitioner and nothing in this book is supposed to be taken seriously. Everything is made up for entertainment and should be taken as such.
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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.
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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.
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Table of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Aishwarya Needs Help
Chapter 2 – Aishwarya Meets the Doctor
Chapter 3 – Rashmika Loves Her Job
Chapter 4 – Aishwarya Ponders
Chapter 5 – Aishwarya Opens Up
Chapter 6 – Aishwarya Makes an Effort
Chapter 7 – Aishwarya Becomes Bold
Chapter 8 – Aishwarya Starts to Learn
Chapter 9 – Samantha is a Dish
Chapter 10 – Samantha Watches a Movie
Chapter 11 – Samantha Goes for a Dinner Date
Chapter 12 - Aishwarya Gets Rescued
Chapter 13 – Aishwarya Meets Ahsas
Chapter 14 – Ahsas Makes Her Approach
Chapter 15 – Samantha Collects on the Promise
Chapter 16 – Pillow Talk with Samantha
Chapter 17 – Ahsas Follows the Plan
Chapter 18 – Claiming Ahsas
Chapter 19 – Aishwarya Needs Comfort
Chapter 20 – A Plan for Aishwarya
Chapter 21 – The Gym
Chapter 22 – Private Talk with Disha
Chapter 23 – Disha Talks
Chapter 24 – Jackie Has a Problem
Chapter 25 – Meet Shweta Tiwari
Chapter 26 – Tina Dutta Gets a Dose
Chapter 27 – Shweta Thinks Too Much
Chapter 28 – Shweta Opens Up
Chapter 29 – Shweta Makes a Smart Move
Chapter 30 – Shweta Earns Her Place
Chapter 31 – Planning Shweta’s Future
Chapter 32 – Aishwarya Changes
Chapter 33 – Samantha Has an Agenda
Chapter 34 – Surveen Has an Agenda
Chapter 35 – Surveen Takes Action
Chapter 36 – Madhuri Brings an Offer
Chapter 37 – The Warning
Chapter 38 – A Blast from the Past
Introduction
When I start a new series instead of writing a new book in one of the existing series, I usually have a good excuse. This time I have a weird one. This was not meant to be a story at all, not my story anyway, this was just an off-the-cuff idea that I gave to a friend, to write as his own, based on a situation where a beauty queen and actress becomes mentally ill and needs support. The friend could not write it and passed it back to me. The idea as it was, was based on one actress and I don’t write single-girl stories. But the central idea had merit and it stayed with me. After a lot of pushing it back, for several months, I finally decided to take a crack at it by adapting it to my style of writing.
Once I started to plot it, I found it easy to plot, especially when I accepted the fact that it would not be the idea that I had originally given to my friend and it would not be one of my typical books, it would have to be something in-between, or a blend of the two, something new. New is not always better, I know that, but when I was writing this, it felt good, it flowed naturally and I think in the end I was true to the original idea as well as my own style of writing.
How well this adaptation has worked and if it is worthy of continuing as a series, those are questions only my readers can answer. I will eagerly wait for the response to see if this story of the damsel-in-distress, this beauty queen who needs help and finds it in the hands of this charismatic, dominant, unorthodox doctor, resonates with you and if you feel like following this further or not.
I hope you enjoy the story, and let me know what you thought of it.
Thanks.
Korben
Series Info
The original idea for this story was suitable for one central heroine and one story. I don’t know how long that would have been but as I am not a one-woman man, as in, I can’t write on just one slut, I had to adapt it to my own style which meant adding more girls. I did not have to force anything, there was naturally space for many girls in this story and I was able to make some nice, sexy, attractive characters which I hope you will enjoy.
Aishwarya is a beauty queen who is under a terrible amount of stress from her family’s side which lands her in depression and things go from bad to worse. She seeks out the help of Dr. Sarkar to help get her life on track. That’s the basic story. Once I started writing, other things floated into the plot and I included them as I thought they made the story more intriguing.
Having written the first book, I am happy to leave it in your hands to see if there is a need for the second book or if this story can be left where it is now. I have tried to end it at a point where the story can be left at one book also without much of a heartache about the future. If you want to know what a possible second book might have, refer to the “In the next book” section dedicated for this after the story.
Looking forward to your feedback and opinions on this.
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 – Aishwarya Needs Help
Walking into that office was the hardest thing Aishwarya did in her life. But it was not her choice any more. She needed help and she knew it. She wanted to get that help before she went crazy. She had not been sleeping well. She could not eat. Anything she ate, she could not taste. She had anxiety levels that were bordering on psychotic. More than once she had contemplated killing herself. That was the wake-up call that had made her come here. She had to get her life together and she had to do it now.
“You need to go to him, girl.” Madhuri had told Aishwarya “This is just too much. When you could not sleep, I did not worry that much, but you are now risking your life. That’s not acceptable. You need to go to him now.”
“But you said he is very unorthodox and strange.” Aishwarya said “It scares me.”
“He is not scary, girl.” Madhuri said “He is just different. He is not like your normal psychiatrists who make notes and give tablets then tell you to come next week. He gets results. He guarantees results. What does it matter if his methods are weird if they fix your problem? You don’t take medicine for its taste, do you?”
“You said he helped you?” Aishwarya looked at her friend for reassurance.
“Saved my life, my marriage and my future.” Madhuri said confidently “I followed him here from US. I would not do that if he had not changed my life.”
Aishwarya nodded “What’s his name again?”
Now, Aishwarya ran her fingers over the embossed letters on the glass door “Dr. Kishan Sarkar. M.D., M.S., Ph. D(Psy.), F.R.C.S., M. Psych. M. Sc. (Psy.)”
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The sight in front of her didn’t do anything good for her self-image. The girl sitting behind the reception desk was so breathtakingly beautiful that it drove home to Aishwarya how heavy and ugly she had become. The last two years had been the worst of her life. But this girl in front of her was in her youth, maybe in the mid-twenties, and she was stunning. That angelic face combined with her slender, beautifully sculpted body was a challenge to any man not to get hard after one look at her.
Her dress was so bold and daring that Aishwarya could not imagine wearing it even on a red carpet. It was a black halter dress, very tight, very deep cut, with the sides cut out, showing her milky white tits and sticking to her body like a second skin. It was extremely short. Aishwarya could see through the glass desk that the dress barely came to her mid-thighs and now when she was sitting, it was riding up almost to her thigh joints. Aishwarya was shocked to see that the girl was not wearing any panties even in that super short dress and wasn’t aware that her shaved, bare pussy was visible to anyone standing on this side of the desk.
Compared to her, Aishwarya looked like a nun. Her dress was full-sleeved, reaching down to her ankles and was not tight at all. It was made of thick cotton that was meant to hide her shapeless body and was printed with colourful floral patterns to distract the eyes.
“Good morning, Ma’am. I am Rashmika Mandanna,” the cheerful angel said and Aishwarya had to smile “you must be the doctor’s 11 O’clock. I mean I know you but I have to pretend that I don’t know you.”
Aishwarya had to smile at her innocence. The girl was really gorgeous and it was not her fault that Aishwarya had become so hideous and she really could not take it out on her.
“Hi, Rashmika.” She smiled “Yes, I have an appointment for 11 am, but I am a bit early.”
“Early is better than late, ma’am.” Rashmika dropped her voice “You don’t want to make him mad. Normally I can let you in early if he is free, but he has a patient right now. Would you please wait? Can I get you anything to drink – coffee, juice, anything?”
“No, it’s ok.” Aishwarya said “I will wait.”
She sat down in a waiting chair and picked up a magazine. It was quite old. Rashmika came out from behind her desk and Aishwarya saw that she was wearing 8” high stilettos with 4” platforms. She walked so easily on them like she was barefoot.
“Don’t read that, ma’am.” She came and brought her a film magazine “This is the latest one. From my personal collection.” She winked at Aishwarya then went back to her seat.
Exactly at 11 AM the door to the private office opened and two people came out that Aishwarya knew. Deepika Padukone and Ranveer Singh had just got married a few months ago and were supposed to be the ideal Bollywood couple.
Aishwarya didn’t want them to see her. She quickly got up out of her chair and went to the other corner where there was a small kitchen with tea and coffee machines. She turned her back and pretended to make coffee for herself. She turned her head and watched out of the corner of her eye. Nobody was looking at her. She watched more confidently but stayed where she was mostly hidden by the coffee machine.
Deepika was wearing an extremely short backless dress in gold. Two inches of her ass crack was showing in that backless dress and there was no sign of any panties. She was wearing 8” whore heels with high platforms. She turned at the door and took the doctor’s hands in hers.
“Thank you so much, Sir.” Deepika said “I really needed you this week.”
“You are welcome, dear.” Aishwarya could not see the doctor as Deepika was almost as tall as the doctor and with the high heels she was blocking his face but she could hear his voice. It sounded confident and experienced.
As Deepika walked away with Ranveer, Aishwarya fancied that she was walking a little stiffly. She wondered about that but could not guess why that would be. By the time she looked back toward the door, the doctor had gone back in. Aishwarya came back to Rashmika’s desk.
“You can go in now, ma’am.” Rashmika said.
“Thank you.”
Chapter 2 – Aishwarya Meets the Doctor
The first thing that hit Aishwarya right between the eyes was how dashing Dr. Sarkar was. He was wearing a suit jacket without the tie and Aishwarya had to admit that the casual smart look suited him well. She could not guess his age, he could be anywhere between forty and sixty but based on the number of degrees and the experience he had, Aishwarya guessed that he must be past fifty. That was a good thing. She was past forty herself and she could really not respect anyone who was younger than her. She was even more aware of her hideous appearance and wanted to run away but on the other hand she wanted to talk to this handsome doctor and leave herself in his hands.
“Come, Aishwarya.” He got up and welcomed her in.
“You can call me Aish.” She blurted out.
“Thank you, Aish, come on in,” he smiled and she felt her heart skipping a beat “you can call me Dr. Sarkar, Doctor, or Kishan, if you like.”
Aishwarya nodded without knowing which one she would prefer.
“H...here?” She walked to the long sofa that was placed in the centre of the room.
“Sure, we can start there.” He nodded “Lie down, take that pillow, get comfortable. Take your time.”
Aishwarya was very much aware of his presence as she laid down on the big sofa. She didn’t know why but she was feeling more tingling sensations in her body from him than she had ever felt even with her husband, and he was not even doing anything, just sitting there with his notepad while she got comfortable on the sofa.
“Tell me, Aish, what’s bothering you?” He said at length.
“I....I don’t really know, Doctor, I am very sad all the time,” Aishwarya started slowly but then got into her stride as this had been bothering her for a long time “I feel that I am depressed, I don’t enjoy food. I am sad all the time. I can’t sleep. I don’t feel like going anywhere.”
Once she started speaking she spoke for fifteen-twenty minutes non-stop. He listened and prompted her, when she hesitated.
“What am I going to do, Doctor, lately, I have been feeling like I want to kill myself, just end all this misery?” Aishwarya didn’t realise when she had started crying.
Kishan got up, pulled up a chair and sat next to her sofa.
He wiped her tears with his hankie “That cannot be allowed to happen, darling. You are too precious, too valuable to lose you like that.”
“I am not valuable to anybody, Doctor.” She looked at him.
“You are, to me,” He said looked into her eyes in a way that made her believe it “I am a fan of yours. You are valuable to your millions of fans. And for that, I will not allow you to do anything stupid. You are not just yours, you belong to the nation. You have no right to harm what doesn’t belong to you.”
Aishwarya was loving the way he was talking. She wanted to bare her soul to him “Doctor, I have all these problems. I can’t live like this.”
“That will be fixed.” He said confidently “It’s a simple problem, don’t even worry about it.”
“Really?” She looked at him.
“Absolutely.” He patted her cheek then moved the chair out of the way and went back to his chair “Who are the people you talk to everyday?”
“Just my family, my husband, mother-in-law, father-in-law, sometimes sister-in-law.” Aishwarya said “I talk to outsiders but not everyday.”
“Do you go on auditions, casting couches, photoshoots?”
“Who will want to fuck me on a casting couch, Doctor? Look at me.” She said “My fan mail has reduced to almost zero. People don’t message me like they used to. Nobody wants me.”
“Aishwarya, stand up.” He said “Come here.”
She got up and stood in front of him.
“Remove your dress.” He said.
“Umm...”
“No,” he shook his head “that I will not accept. Hesitation is disobedience and I don’t allow disobedience. You are either going to leave yourself completely in my hands, or there’s the door. Decide now, once and for all.”
Already Aishwarya was in a place where she could not imagine walking out on him. For the first time in years she was feeling a glimmer of hope. His confidence was giving her confidence that there maybe another way out of this than just misery and death.
“I am sorry.” She looked at him.
“Are you giving yourself in my hand?” He looked up at her with a stern expression on his face.
“Yes, Doctor.”
He nodded “Remove your dress.”
Aishwarya removed her dress and put it on a chair.
“Bra.” He said.
She took of her bra. Her tits were big and heavy, but sagging under their own weight. She felt embarrassed but still stood there topless in front of him.
“Panties.” He said.
Aishwarya pulled down her panties and swallowed nervously as she dropped them on the chair.
“Hands behind your back.” He said “Legs open.”
She obeyed, feeling exposed but excited.
“I made you naked to make you understand that there can be no obstacle between us. You will be completely open to me, completely, without shame or embarrassment. In return, I won’t judge you for how you look, what you say, what you do, what you have done. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.
“Touch your pussy tell me how it is.”
She touched it and said “Moist.”
“Moist or wet?”
“Wet.” She said.
“Good.” He picked up a cushion from another chair and tossed it on the floor at his feet “On your knees.”
Aishwarya obeyed like she had been his pet bitch for ages. She knelt on the cushion and spread her knees wide. He reached down and touched her pussy. She felt a tingle deep in her cunt.
“When did you shave your pussy last?” He sat back and looked at her.
“Ummm....a few days ago.”
He opened his legs “Look at this.”
She looked and her eyes opened wide. His cock was outlined in his pants along his thigh. It looked like a thick rod. She swallowed.
“What does that mean?” He asked her.
“That you...you want to fuck me?” She looked at him. She Already knew she would not resist.
“It means that you are fuckable.”
“Oh.”
“Aish, in this room, between you and me, we will always talk freely, about you, about your family, about sex, everything. You will be frank with me and I will be frank with you.” He looked deep in her beautiful green eyes “The intimate relationship we will have, you won’t have with anybody. It will be more intimate than your relationship with your husband. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Doctor.” She said “Can I call you Sir?”
He nodded “You can.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Our time is coming to an end today, but I want you to come to me again in two days.” He said.
“Sure.” She nodded readily.
“Next time you will wear a nice, slutty dress, very short, with no back.”
“My slut dresses don’t fit me any more,” She said “I have become so fat.”
“Then buy a dress that will fit you,” he said “but I don’t want to see you in a dress that even reaches your mid-thighs. And no back at all. Nice, deep cleavage.”
His words were exciting her. She nodded.
“And.... Aishwarya....no panties.”
“Ji?”
“No panties.”
“But with a short dress like that....”
“Girl, ‘but’ is disobedience, and I don’t allow that.”
She nodded “Yes, Sir.”
“What yes, Sir?”
“I won’t wear panties under my slut dress.” She looked back at him.
“Good. And you won’t wear any jacket or wrap over it,” he told her “you will walk from your car to my office only in that dress and high heels, at least six inches high.”
“But can I walk in them...?” She stopped as he looked at her.
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Sir, slut heels.” She said.
He nodded “Bring your fan mail that day, the ones you have saved.”
She looked at him “How do you know I have saved any?”
He cupped her cheek “Darling, I am a psychiatrist. If I can’t know even that much then I will be useless.”
“Oh.”
“Bring both physical letters, and emails, DMs, everything.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Put your dress back on and get Rashmika to give you an appointment for day after tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Aishwarya got up from the cushion, feeling that her pussy was even wetter than before.
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Chapter 3 – Rashmika Loves Her Job
Rashmika popped her head in the room “Sir, it’s Six PM, should I go?”
Kishan was at his desk. He turned his chair around “Come in. Rash.”
“Ji, Sir.” Rashmika walked in and came to him.
“Now ask the question you really want to ask.” He said.
Rashmika smiled. She bent over, put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes “Chodoge?”
[Want to fuck me?]
Kishan smiled “Nangi ho jao.”
[Get naked.]
It took Rashmika only a few seconds to take off her skimpy dress. She was not wearing anything under it. Then she helped Kishan with his clothes. In one minute both of them were fully naked and intertwined on the sofa.
Rashmika took his hot, heavy cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy “Daal do.”
[Enter me.]
“You are always so horny on Monday.” He said, grinding his cockhead on her tight, wet pussy.
“And you know why,” Rashmika said “I don’t get your dick on the weekend, so I am extra hungry.”
Kishan pushed with his hips and his cockhead stretched Rashmika’s tight pussy as it popped into her wet, hot cunt.
“Oh, god!” Rashmika cried out and arched her back like a wounded gazelle as the hot pain surged through her young, slender body like an electric storm.
“I am your boss,” He said “it is my right to nail you when I want.”
“That doesn’t mean,” Rashmika was grinding her hips to feel his cock rub on her pussy walls “that I can’t ask you to nail me when I am hungry.”
“Is that so?” He started fucking her in and out, using his thick cock to penetrate her deep and claim her gorgeous, stunning body.
“Kyon? Interview mein nahin di thi maine aap ko?” Rashmika was rubbing his back, loving his fit, strong body on top of her, dominating her “I told you then also, ki aap jab loge main doongi.”
[Didn’t I take your dick in the interview? I told you I will spread my legs whenever you wanted to fuck me.]
“Yes, but you didn’t say that you will ask for it too?” He was going deeper into her cunt and loving the way her angelic face was getting distorted with the erotic pain.
“I thought that was understood.” She smiled at him.
“Oh, was it?” He rolled hips grinding his cockhead on her pussy walls.
“Mhmmm.” She nodded “You made me your whore and whores need to be fucked.”
“No, darling, whores need to be broken, used and abused.” He fucked her deeper and harder, his cock getting even harder as he looked at her breathtakingly beautiful face.
“Phir todo na,” She whimpered “maine kab roka hai? Aap ki kutiya to hoon main. Use me, abuse me. Show me I am your fucktoy.”
[Then break me, when did I stop you? I am your bitch.]
Rashmika was a stunningly beautiful girl that men drooled after but she was restricted to Kishan’s cock. She loved being his whore and submitted to him completely and unconditionally. Her submission in explicit, dirty Hindi words always turned him on immensely. He drilled her tight, wet cunt with long, hard strokes and she moaned with each thrust as his thick, massive cock hurt in her tight, young pussy as it conquered her incredibly deep.
She was not an ordinary girl nor was this an ordinary relationship for her. Rashmika had come to Bombay to become an actress. Down south where she was from, she had done several films, got some success and then got it in her head that she wanted to be a superstar in Hindi cinema. She was beautiful enough to deserve it and unlike other middle-class girls, she had no hesitation in using her body to achieve success.
After moving to Bombay, she found that there was more to becoming an actress here than just fucking some fat producers. Contrary to other girls, Rashmika didn’t insist that a producer should be serious about her and have a specific project in mind before she would spread her legs for him. She went to a lot of auditions and meetings with producers and directors. Anyone that she met, even if he was a small time director, Rashmika didn’t hesitate to flirt with him and take his dick in the first meeting. She started to get some amount of success in the way of ad films and some short, small budget films.
But there was a flip side to using sex for her career. Rashmika loved sex. From the day one she loved sex with a passion. She loved getting fucked, she loved getting drilled hard, she loved to be assfucked so hard that she could not walk the next day. But the problem was that Rashmika didn’t find that kind of sex. The producers were fat, heavy and out of shape. They wanted to fuck every single actress who came to their office but in fact, they were like alligators who had to spend weeks digesting their food after swallowing a deer. These producers would have to take a week of rest after one hot sex session.
In the two years and some months that Rashmika spent in Bombay she didn’t find one producer or director who could drill her ass so hard that she would scream. She did scream when they fucked her but that was an exercise of her acting talent not an expression of her passion. For a girl who loved sex so much, to be fucked so much, and not find good sex, it was terrible. It was Rashmika’s nightmare. She was hungry for good, hard sex and she wanted it badly.
Other than in casting couches the social side of sex in Bombay was not much more promising either. Rashmika made friends with other actors and actresses. She went for picnics, beaches, nightclubs and all such parties. She was known as the slut of the group as she always dressed super skimpy and never said no to fucking a male friend. But to her dismay, Rashmika found that actors were not much better than producers. So many of them were gay, either openly or secretly, and others who were not, were so self-absorbed that they didn’t know how to seduce or charm a girl. Rashmika was easy, so she got a lot of sex. She never even minded fucking boyfriends of her friends, but it didn’t get her what she wanted – the kind of hard sex that would leave every muscle in her body sore for days. She started to go into depression and needed sleeping pills to sleep.
That’s when she met Rakshit. He was an actor but a very handsome man who knew how to seduce a girl. It took only a couple of casual meetings before he was inside Rashmika. He was not dominant but he had the stamina to fuck for a few hours. Rashmika loved it. She fucked him every chance she got. Within two weeks they were going steady and a month after meeting him, Rashmika invited him to share her flat. Everybody said it was too soon but she didn’t care.
For a few months, they fucked like animals and enjoyed their life. Then rapidly, Rakshit started to cool down. Rashmika didn’t know if it was her or he was just bored with sex, but their sex sessions became more infrequent and nowhere as passionate as before. Rashmika talked to Rakshit several times but he was not even willing to admit that there was a problem.
This time the depression hit Rashmika harder. She stopped going out, even for auditions. She could see that this career line was destroying her mental health and decided to leave it. She stayed in her flat for almost two months at a stretch, seeing nobody and not going out at all. Then when her money started to run out, she decided to look for a normal job.
When she saw the advertisement for Dr. Sarkar’s secretary she felt it was a godsend. She had a fear of psychiatrists and would never think about going to one but if she could....She applied for the job. She got an interview call.
Rashmika dressed in one of her sluttiest outfits and got Rakshit to drive her to the interview. She told him to wait in the car while she went up to see Dr. Sarkar for the job. She loved the look of Dr. Sarkar. He was older, good-looking and had an immense amount of charisma. She knew bosses usually fucked their secretaries and she was ready to invite Dr. Sarkar inside her as soon as she saw him.
As they talked, Rashmika felt that they had incredible chemistry between them. Once he was sure that she was the girl he wanted, Kishan openly told her that he would not hire her unless he could own her. He was going to fuck her, and he was going to fuck her regularly. She would be his secretary and his property.
Rashmika’s only response was “What’s stopping you?”
Kishan nailed Rashmika hard. He fucked her on the sofa, then bent her over his desk and drilled her from behind. He jammed his cock up her ass and destroyed her ruthlessly and unapologetically. He fed her his cum and told her it would be part of her food from now on. Rashmika accepted it all with a smile. The smile was preceded by many screams and yelps.
When Rashmika went down three hours later, she told her boyfriend a number of lies and the good news that she got the job. Since then Kishan fucked her regularly and she loved it. She knew he was married and had other girls that he fucked but she was his special girl. She got to spend days with him and was always excited to be near him. Sometimes he fucked her in the day, sometimes in the evening, she always spread her legs for him easily and eagerly.
Her depression had disappeared on its own like the dew drops from the flowers evaporate when the sun comes out. She took her boss’ cock pretty much every day and could feel her body sore afterwards. She stopped trying to fuck Rakshit and it didn’t seem that he minded. Two weeks later, Rashmika told him to find another place to live. Since then she was single, and although she moved to a better flat, she continued to live alone. She was one hundred percent her boss’ property and worshipped his cock like her god.
That cock was now in her cunt and making her whole body feel a hot, tingling buzz. Rashmika could feel him taking possession of her like he always did, it was this powerful, dominant way of fucking that made Rashmika thankful to the universe that she belonged to this man and this cock.
“Mmmm, baby,” She pressed her mouth on his neck and sucked hard just below his jawline as her body got to that edge where she knew she was going to explode into a million pieces and only he could make it happen. She loved his cock. She liked how powerful it was. She knew she belonged to it and surrendered for its use any time anywhere that Kishan wanted. She had been taking him in her for two years now but still his cock hurt in her pussy every time. She loved that pain. She looked forward to it and begged for it often.
“Ah, Sir.” She cried out as her pussy exploded and a familiar sensation of being drowned in a warm, tingly river overtook her senses. She could feel him drilling her cunt and every thrust of his hips was making her body clench and throb. She was pulsing around his cock and knew that his cock owned her so completely that she would do anything on his command. She arched her back and pushed her ass up, taking him fully deep in her cunt and showing him that she didn’t care about her pain, only about his pleasure.
“Who is my whore, Rash?” He said in her ear.
His hot breath made her pussy tingle, she whimpered “I am your whore, Sir. I am your personal bitch. Ah. I am yours. Your possession.”
“My cock owns you, Rashmika.” He sucked her neck and she moaned again.
“Yes, Master.” She moaned “Your cock owns me, I am a slave to your dick. Main aap ke lund ki gulaam hoon.”
When she used dirty Hindi words it always excited him more and his cock flexed in her cunt now. He grabbed her shoulders and slammed his cock in. His cockhead rammed her cervix and Rashmika’s orgasm that was just subsiding, spiked so hard that she cried out in pain.
“Amma!” She screamed as the hot pain overwhelmed her and made her young, slim body tremble from head to toe.
The extra lubrication of her cum gave him even more access to pound her harder and he slammed his cock into her cervix again and again in a hot, rough, ruthless rhythm. Rashmika came hard amid loud, heartfelt screams. Her orgasm was long and violent, every time it started to subside, his brutally deep strokes made it spike again. She was feeling fireworks all over her body and thrashing under him like a fish out of water.
It took a long time but finally Rashmika’s orgasm did quiet down and she was able to breathe. She caressed his cheek and looked up in his eyes “You know what I love about you?”
“What?” He slowed down his strokes but kept sawing in and out of her cunt.
“You are such a gentleman, so sweet, so kind, rest of the time,” Rashmika was still panting “but when you are breaking me, oh my god, you are a monster! It just makes my pussy itch so deep inside to be with you.”
“So, you are not afraid of me when you are not under me?”
“I am never afraid of you, baby,” she caressed his cheek “but I am always turned-on by you, even when you are pretending to be a gentleman.”
“Hey! I never pretend.” He slammed her cunt hard to punish her for her lie “I am a gentleman.”
“Mmmmm, do that again.” Rashmika moaned “Slam me brutally hard and then tell me you are a gentleman.”
They had been together for two years now. It was a long time to spend everyday together. They had been fucking from the very first time they met. They knew each other’s secrets. Rashmika knew what would make him hard, what would make him punish her roughly, what would make him pound her ruthlessly, she used that knowledge to her advantage all the time. She loved dominant men and she hadn’t met any more dominant than Dr. Kishan. She loved his style and always urged him to destroy her ruthlessly by her words and actions.
She pulled him down over her so his chest would press down on her tits. She felt his cock flex in her pussy when her young, firm tits crushed into his chest. He speeded up his strokes while grinding her tits with his chest with each stroke.
“Mmmm, yes, baby. Yes, baby!” It took Rashmika one minute and then she was cumming again with a loud scream “Ah, god, baby!”
He continued pounding her cunt hard and deep, using her like a fucktoy and breaking her with his massive, powerful cock.
“You are the best boss,” she panted in his ear “you are the best owner. Rashmika is your bitch. She is your whore. Jab mann kare todo. Jaise mann kare chodo.
[Break me when you want. Fuck me how you want.]
Kishan took her invitation literally and pounded her ass hard into the cushions, making her scream and groan as his cock drilled her pussy, fitting so tightly in her that she could not breathe without feeling his meaty rod grinding on her pussy walls. He arched his back and pushed forward with his hips. Rashmika gasped his cockhead ground on her cervix. Then as he continued to slam her cervix with his forceful thrusts, she screamed, again and again, until her pussy erupted and she felt her tears rolling down her cheeks with the electrifying heat of that orgasm ripping her young, slender body apart.
He grabbed her hair and jerked it “Look at me.”
“Anh!” Rashmika grunted. She had to make an effort to open her eyes but she could not even think about not obeying him. She looked up into his eyes.
“You are a fuckmeat.” He told her forcefully while his cock was drilling her like a steel piston “You are my possession. You are good for nothing except my use and abuse.”
His words were harsh and matched his brutally deep strokes. Rashmika could not contain her excitement. Her pussy was pulsing and shooting out her cum, soaking his cock like he was her god that she was worshipping.
She found the breath to say “Yes, Master. Your fuckmeat. Aap ki kutiya ke alawa kuchh nahin hoon main. Aap sab kuchh ho mere. Main aap ka maal hoon. Aap ki kutiya.”
[I am only your bitch, nothing else. You are everything to me. I am your possession. Your bitch.]
Rashmika was a heartbreakingly beautiful girl that any man in the world would give his right arm to date. Kishan had been impressed by her at first sight. He had no problem getting an erection at the very sight of her. He had been fucking her for two years pretty much everyday but she still excited him so much that he loved to destroy her with his cock every single chance he got. But it was her unconditional, humble submission that was his undoing.
Her words made his cock throb harder and as he slammed it into her juicy, wet cunt, it exploded like a liquid bomb.
“Oh, god!” Rashmika yelped as she felt his heat deep inside her and her pussy erupted to match his heat. He continued to pound her ruthlessly while his cock pumped his hot seed into her young womb, leaving no doubt who had complete possession of her. Rashmika had told him many times that she loved this moment of his complete authority over her. She told him again “God, yes. Mark me, baby. Brand my soul with your seed. I am your whore, just your whore. Mark me as your whore, your bitch. Ah, god, baby!”
Kishan continued drilling her as he pumped her gorgeous body full of his cum but finally, gradually, he slowed down. He kept his cock in her and held her in his arms. Rashmika hugged him and clung to his masculine body, pressing her tits on his chest.
“Please, Sir.” She moaned after a while “I want to eat your cum.”
He nodded. This was something she had not done before even though she claimed to love sucking cock. He head put her on her knees in her interview after he had fucked her. She had followed his command like a good bitch. But then, she had become addicted to his cum and begged to eat it often. She loved sucking his cock because then she got to drink his cum fresh, hot and unadulterated with her cunt juices.
She got up when he pulled his cock out of her cunt and got down on her knees. She was an excellent cocksucker and as she licked and sucked his cock clean it got hard within minutes. She looked up at him.
Kishan nodded. He was not done with her yet. For the next one hour he continued to pound Rashmika like a fucktoy using her gorgeous body like she was just his fucktoy and nothing more. She surrendered to him in every way he wanted and took his cock in any hole he wanted. Monday was usually a rough day as she missed him on the weekend but also there were more patients on Monday and she didn’t usually get to suck his cock in the morning. The result was that on Monday evenings he broke her hard and destroyed her thoroughly before closing the office.
Rashmika smiled when he finally let her up and looked in his eyes “I love my job!”
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Chapter 4 – Aishwarya Ponders
Aishwarya turned over in her bed. She and her husband had been sleeping in separate beds for over a year now. Just like other nights, she could not sleep. But there was one difference tonight. She was not feeling anxious. Her mind was not rushing to anxious, panic-stricken thoughts. Her mind was busy going back to that one of hour of her day that had been different from all other days. It had been an hour that had changed her life.
How confidently he had said that it was a problem he could fix. How strictly he had made her naked. How he had put her on her knees in front of him. All those thoughts were making Aishwarya’s body buzz. She was fully naked under the covers and for once in many years, she was not feeling ugly or fat. Fuckable...that’s what he had called her. What a wonderful word!
She slipped her hand between her legs and felt her smooth pussy. She had already shaved it smooth this evening. She planned to shave it again before going to him the day after tomorrow. Would he make her naked again? She hoped he would. His touch on her pussy had felt so nice. She rubbed her pussy. Yes, she had been wet in his office. She was sure he could feel it. No, wait, he had asked her to tell him. Oh, he was so bold and so amazing!
Tonight, after a long, long time, Aishwarya was feeling that there was hope. She was feeling that this man could turn things around for her. She had no problem leaving herself in his hands. He had made her feel safe. He had made her feel alive. Most of all, he had made her feel fuckable. Aishwarya had to admit that he was one of the most handsome man she had ever met. He was definitely older than her but his sex appeal, it was like electricity.
Aishwarya was not just a beauty queen or actress, she was a powerful woman. She had millions of fans, even in the film industry men lusted after her and worshipped her as a goddess. Then suddenly it had all gone away. The toxic environment of her home had destroyed her peace of mind. She ate more. She didn’t workout and she was always stressed. All of that had taken its toll on the body that was once hailed as the most beautiful in the world. It was uncanny how quickly the fans had turned to other pretty faces, how quickly the work had dried out, how easily those she considered friends had turned away.
The only friend she had left was Madhuri who knew everything about her life. Madhuri had recommended the doctor to Aishwarya and now Aishwarya could see why. She made a vow in her head that she would not say no to anything the doctor wanted. If he wanted to fuck her, she would spread her legs willingly. But then, why would he fuck her? Aishwarya felt a sadness creep over her mind. She was fat and ugly, why would doctor Kishan want to nail her when he had an angelic beauty like Rashmika working under him. In that moment, Aishwarya could see clearly that there was no way that Rashmika was not the doctor’s bitch. She was a stunning girl, and she dressed like a slut.
But then the doctor had asked her to dress slutty as well in the next appointment. Of course she would. Recently she had only bought long, flowing dresses that covered her overweight body from shoulder to ankle. Her shoes were flats or with one inch heel. She wore big panties and bra. But she will follow the doctor’s orders. She will go out tomorrow and shop for slutty dresses in her new size. And he had said “No panties.”, hadn’t he? She would follow what he ordered.
The more she thought about him the more excited she got. She pushed her fingers into her pussy and after a long time, she fingerfucked herself until she came. She felt amazing. She fell asleep about five in the morning with her fingers in her cunt.
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Chapter 5 – Aishwarya Opens Up
Aishwarya might not be as hot as she used to be but she had not lost her sense of fashion nor the whore mindset that every actress has to acquire in order to build her career. When she went looking for a whore dress, she came back with dresses that lived up to that term. She was wearing one of them now as she walked from the parking to Dr. Kishan’s office.
It was a very stylish and sexy halter mini dress in red white and black colours. The fabric was a mixture of natural fibres and synthetic threads. The middle part which was white was actually completely sheer and showed her midriff nicely. The cleavage was very deep and showed a big part of Aishwarya’s big, heavy breasts. The dress was too skimpy to wear any bra but it had some support built in for her heavy tits.
The back of the dress was even bolder than the front. Other than a couple of thin straps her back was fully naked even down to baring one inch of her tight ass crack. The dress was skintight on her butt and ended just below the curve of her ass cheeks. As per Kishan’s instructions she was not wearing any panties and she was feeling the caress of the cool air of the street on her bare pussy with each step.
She was wearing 6” high stilettos and with her extra weight it had taken some practice to walk in them but she had put in that practice all day yesterday so she would be able to do this today. She had made her hair in a half-open style so it did not cover her bare back much. After a long time today she had put on bright red lipstick which always gave her a cocksucking lips look.
Her heart was beating fast as she crossed the street. She could see and sense every man looking at her and checking her out. This was a familiar feeling that she had not felt in a long time and it made her pussy pulse. She was getting wet, she knew that. As she pressed the lift button for his floor, she knew she was looking forward to seeing Dr. Kishan again. Her pulsing pussy was filling with juices with that anticipation. She had shaved her pussy again this morning which made it even more sensitive to the caress of the air.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Rashmika smiled “You look amazing!”
“Thank you, dear.” Aishwarya smiled thinking that she cold actually believe this girl today.
Rashmika herself was wearing a skimpy tube top and micromini skirt. Once again Aishwarya compared herself to her and felt sad that she was no longer able to give her a competition. She might be older than Rashmika but only a few years ago she would have matched her in sex appeal and probably defeated her.
“I...I know, I am early.” Aishwarya said.
“The doctor is free right now if you would like to go in early?” Rashmika looked at her.
“Oh, yes, please.” Aishwarya nodded.
“Sure. Please go right in.”
With a heart that was thumping loudly like the train going through a tunnel, Aishwarya pushed open the door and said “May I come in, Sir?”
Kishan was sitting at his desk in the other corner, he saw her and smiled “Oh, yes, yes, Aish. Come on in, darling.”
Aishwarya was proud of her dress. She stood in the centre of the room so he could fully appreciate it. Kishan was smiling as he came around his desk and walked up to her.
“Nice dress, very nice.” He cupped her cheek and caressed her face slowly “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Aishwarya felt like she had just won an award.
He reached around her head and took off her hairclips. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders. She took a sharp breath. He just knew how to make her body throb with excitement.
“I thought...bare back.” She tried to explain.
But his smile made any explanation unnecessary. He caressed her bare shoulder and said “Kachchhe utaar do.”
[Take off your panties.]
Aishwarya felt very proud in saying “Nahin pehni.”
[I am not wearing any.]
“Sure? In this dress?” He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
“You said no panties.” She smiled proudly now “I am a good girl.”
“Indeed you are, darling.” He said and slipped his arm around her waist. “Come.”
He led her to the sofa and Aishwarya lay down like yesterday. He gave her a pillow then pulled up a chair to sit next to her. Aishwarya kept her legs open knowing that he could clearly see her pussy in that short dress from where he was sitting.
“Today,” he put his hand on her bare thigh and Aishwarya felt a warmth spreading up into her body “let’s talk about your sex life.”
She nodded “Ok.”
“When you were working you used to have a lot of casting couch auditions?” He caressed her leg slowly, his fingers following the curve of her bare thigh.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Usually how many times a week did you use to get fucked in a casting couch?”
“About two to three times, doctor.” Aishwarya said.
“Tell me how that worked. What happened when you went to a casting couch audition?”
“Well, all auditions are casting couch auditions, doctor,” Aishwarya said “the smart girls know this and are ready for it.”
“You were ready for it?”
“Always.” She nodded “I used to dress in a slutty dress, kind of like this one, and go there with a good look, make-up and everything.”
“Then?”
“I would meet part of the top team there, producer, director sometimes the writer also.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed his hand caressing her upper thigh, his fingers under her short dress “We would talk for a while about the project, about the other cast etc. Then the producer would give me a hint like ‘Let’s get to next level.’ or something. He would either tell me to get naked or just tell me to remove my panties.”
“You used to wear panties often?” His hand was rubbing her upper thigh casually and Aishwarya knew she was wet.
“Not very often.” She shook her head “But it was a hint that he was ready to nail me.”
“I see.” He nodded “Go on.”
“Then he would fuck me for a while.”
“In front of the others?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes, he would take me in a different room.” Aishwarya said “The director would also fuck me so there was nothing to be shy about.”
“And the writer?”
“Writers hardly ever get to fuck the heroines.” Aishwarya said “I was nice to them but I didn’t need to spread my legs for them.”
Kishan nodded “Then you would be fucked by the producer and director for each project?”
“And the distributor would nail me, too, if he was there.” Aishwarya said.
“Cool. Now think back to these auditions,” he continued to rub her bare leg up and down, moving as far down as her knee and as far as up as her thigh joint “You have just had an audition, you have been nailed by two or three powerful men, and you got a role. What was your mental state when going home after this audition?”
“Happy. Elated.” Aishwarya said without hesitation “Excited about the new project.”
“Also proud that you were able to satisfy those men?”
“I was Miss World, Sir, I was always able to satisfy men.” She said.
“Good. Excellent.” Kishan nodded “Then during the shoot who fucked you?”
“The producer, director, the hero, maybe one or two powerful members of the team.” Aishwarya said “Main sabko deti thi aaraam se.”
[I was easy for them all.]
“You were a good girl.” He said.
“Exactly.”
“Ok, and let’s talk about your current sex life.”
“There isn’t any.” Aishwarya said dryly.
“You are not getting nailed in auditions?”
“Nobody is calling me for auditions.”
“Your husband fucks you?”
“He hasn’t for more than two years.”
“That’s a long time, a very long time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Aishwarya nodded.
“And your father-in-law, he has owned you for a long time, does he still fuck you?”
“No, I am ugly, doctor. Ugly and fat, nobody wants to fuck me.” Aishwarya could not help it, two tears leaked out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
“That’s enough of that kind of talk.” He reached up and wiped her tears “Tell me, how long has it been since you had a cock in you?”
“About two years.” She said.
“Hmmmmm,” He continued caressing her thigh “and you miss it, of course?”
“Very much so.” Aishwarya said, she was feeling better by sharing her pain “I used to be such a hot slut, it hurts that nobody wants to put his dick in me. I crave it so badly.”
“It’s all going to change, darling.” He rubbed her leg up and down “Don’t worry.”
Aishwarya nodded.
“Tell me how is the atmosphere at home.” He said “Your family knows that you fuck around for your career?”
“Yes.”
“How do they treat it?” His thumb was rubbing in her thigh joint, his fingers very close to her bare pussy. Aishwarya wished he would touch it.
“They used to be ok with it....umm....but....I don’t know what to say?”
“You have noticed a change in their attitude?” Kishan prompted her.
“It seems like my mother-in-law thinks that, well....sometimes I feel that she thinks I fuck around too much.”
“But your mother-in-law, Hema Malini, was an actress herself.” Kishan said “She must have spread her legs on many casting couches herself.”
“She has, I have heard the stories, she has told me many times herself.” Aishwarya nodded.
“But now, she thinks you just like to fuck around, without needing to?”
“I don’t’ know if she thinks that but....her comments, sometimes, they are very...ummm, you know...taunting.”
“Hmmmm.” He nodded, his hand boldly lingering on her legs, caressing both her thighs now but not touching her pussy “and your husband? He understands that your holes must be available to your superiors if you are going to be an actress?”
“In the past, he used to, but lately, he....it seems like he doesn’t want to know if I have fucked a producer.” Aishwarya said “And he doesn’t want to touch me. In the past he has even driven me to casting couches, sometimes he used to wait in the outer room while the producer and director were nailing me in the audition room. But now....”
“The disparaging remarks that your mother-in-law makes, does your husband get to hear them?”
“Yes,” Aishwarya nodded “she mostly makes them when my husband or father-in-law is present, or both.”
“And your father-in-law also doesn’t bang you now?”
“He hasn’t entered me in a couple of years.” Aishwarya said “But then, I have been fat and shapeless. Nobody wants to fuck me.”
“Stand up.” He said, pushing his chair back.
Aishwarya was afraid she had said the wrong thing. She stood up and looked at him.
He pointed to the centre of the room. Aishwarya walked there and looked at him. Kishan walked up close to her, reached behind her neck and untied her dress. The front of the dress fell forward. He said “Turn.”
She turned around. He pulled down the zipper on her tiny skirt. It parted and fell around her ankles. She stepped out of it. Kishan picked up her dress and put it on the sofa. When he turned back to her, she was standing with her legs open, facing him, her hands held behind her ass.
“Aish....” He said softly as he stepped over to her.
“Yes, Sir?” He could her breath a little heavy as she talked.
He stepped close to her and gently brushed her hair from her cheek, his fingers softly caressing her cheek “You are a whore, darling.”
“Oh?” She said then added “Ji, Sir.”
“I don’t mean the kind of whore that stands on street corners and waits for customers.” He touched her thigh lightly with the back of his fingers “Spread wider, darling.”
Aishwarya opened her legs more than shoulder width and Kishan continued, standing very close to her, his hand behind her neck, his thumb caressing her cheek slowly “But you are meant to please people. It is innate part of your personality, your character even. Did you use to be happy when you got nailed several times a week?”
“Oh, yes, I used to be on top of the world in those days.”
“And if some producers used you hard?”
“Harder the better.” Aishwarya nodded “It used to turn me on, I revelled in it.”
“And now you have not been fucked in how long?”
“I...Sir....almost two years, Sir.” Aishwarya hung her head “More than two years.”
He slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her hot, bare pussy in his hand “So you mean to say, this pussy has not been....freshly shaved?” He looked at her.
“You said keep it shaved.” Aishwarya could not keep a touch of pride from her voice “I shaved it today. I will keep it smooth now, always, like you say.”
“Good girl.” He rubbed her pussy gently “So, this pussy has not been entered at all for two years?”
She nodded “Yes, Sir.”
“Can you see how that would be a problem for a whore who likes to please people, who likes to be used hard?”
“I am beginning to see, doctor.” She nodded.
“Happy people are the successful people, Aish.” He brought his hands up and fondled her big, heavy tits, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them softly “If you are not true to yourself, you can’t be happy or successful.”
“Mmmmm.” She moaned then looked at him “Can you fix me, Sir?”
He smiled and cupped her cheek “Of course, darling. I will help you get out of this and be your happy, true self. But I need you in my control, completely in my control.”
She nodded “I am, Sir. Aap jo bologe main karoongi. I will be completely in your control.”
[I will do anything you tell me.]
“Good girl.” He nodded.
He moved back, picked up the cushion from a chair and put it on the floor in front of his big, leather chair. He didn’t have to say anything. Aishwarya moved forward and lowered herself to her knees on the cushion facing the chair. She spread her knees wide and put her hands behind her back.
Kishan stepped behind her and stroked her hair. She gathered her hair in his hands, brushing it off her shoulders “What are you, Aish?”
“I am a whore, Sir.” She said confidently.
“A good whore?”
She nodded “I am a good whore, Sir.”
“What do you want to do, Aish?” He caressed her bare shoulders from behind.
“I want to suck your cock.” She blurted out.
“Why, Aish?”
“Umm....I want to show you what a good whore I am.” She was breathing heavily and her tits were heaving with each breath.
“Will it make you happy?” He reached down and held her tits in his hands, his lips next to her ear as he spoke.
“Yes. Yes, it will.” Her body was warm and charged now, it was quite apparent in the way she was squirming.
“Nothing wrong with being happy, is there, Aish?” He squeezed her tits.
“Please, may I suck your sock, Sir?” She turned her head to look at him.
He nodded “Yes, darling.”
Stepping back from her, he opened his pants and pushed them down before he stepped between her and the chair. When he sat down, his cock was standing erect between his legs. It was thick and long like a nightstick. Aishwarya licked her lips as she looked it up and down.
Kishan looked at her “Nice and slow, Aish. You are showing me what a good whore you are.”
“Yes, Sir.” She leaned forward eagerly and took his cock in her hands. She loved that her hand could not contain his great length and girth.
She lowered her head and licked his cockhead, tasting his pre-cum.
“A good whore looks at the man she is serving,” he stroked her head “the submission is as important as the physical act, darling.”
“Ji, Sir.” She nodded and looked at him as she licked his cock again. He nodded his approval.
She started slowly but eagerly. It was evident in the way she licked his cock that she wanted to please him. She looked at him and took his cockhead in her mouth, she sucked it slowly, teasing his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. He pushed his fingers into her hair and stroked her head but didn’t push her or try to control how she was sucking his cock. She slowly lowered her mouth over his cock and swallowed his thick, meaty cock inch by inch. She did not go down all at once but bathed his cock in her hot saliva gradually.
Kishan caressed her cheek “Good whore.”
Aishwarya was extremely wet now. Her knees were spread open on the cushion and with that her pussy lips were pulled open as well. She was aware that her pussy was dripping juices on the cushion. She had not been this excited in a long time and her body was buzzing with electric sensations. She looked up at him and she could see what a powerful man he was. Not only was he devilishly handsome, he knew exactly what she was and what she needed. She was feeling extremely thankful that she had come to him with her problem and she wanted to show him her gratitude by bringing him pleasure.
She massaged his cock as she sucked his thick, hard shaft up and down, keeping her hot, red lips wrapped around his meatpole tightly. She could see his excitement building up, his cock was throbbing in her mouth and his expression was changing. His cock was too big for her mouth and his cockhead was hitting the back of her throat as she tried to take him fully in.
He stroked her head “Slow down, my whore.”
Aishwarya slowed down and made her movements very shallow. She rubbed his thighs and sucked him slowly. Then on his nod, she started sucking him deep again, loving how his throbbing cock felt in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Within minutes, she had him rock hard and throbbing again. He again made her go slow. She obeyed, even though she was feeling her mouth get tired and her pussy itching uncontrollably deep inside. The third time he nodded.
With a racing heart, Aishwarya sucked his cock hard and deep, watching his face and breathing through her noses so she would not have to stop. As he was getting closer to his explosion, Aishwarya was feeling her pussy pulse so hard that her eyes were closing on their own.
“Ungh!” Kishan grunted as his cock exploded in her mouth.
Aishwarya almost choked as his hot cum hit the back of her throat. She managed to swallow it then pulled back slightly to take his cum on her tongue. She loved the taste of his cum and drank it like it was the most delicious drink in the world. Suddenly without warning her pussy erupted so hard that her whole body jerked.
“Mmmmm.” Aishwarya whimpered as her pussy pumped out her cum on the cushion. She continued to suck his cock but her body was trembling and she felt like her joints were made of jelly. She loved sucking cock and she always got wet when sucking cock but she had never been so turned on that she would cum just from sucking cock. This proved to her that this man was special. This man could do to her what no other man could ever do.
She sucked his cock like she was worshipping it, showing her devotion with her mouth and her tongue. He stroked her head and called her his whore. She loved that.
“I am sorry I came without asking, Sir,” she said after she had sucked him fully clean including licking his balls “I was so turned on like I have never been in my life.”
“That’s ok, my whore,” he cupped her cheek “but you are going to clean my cushion, you know.”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded. She moved back and knelt on the carpet. Lowering herself on her hands and knees, she licked up her cunt juices from the cushion, licking her hot mess from the leather surface and enjoying the fact that he was watching her.
Once she had cleaned the cushion she knelt on it again and held her hands behind her back as before.
“Good girl.” He said.
“Thank you, Sir.” Aishwarya smiled a happy smile.
“Our time is almost up.” He said “I have instructions for you for next time. Do you want to dress first?”
She shook her head “Aap ke saamne nangi rehna achchha lagta hai.”
[I like being naked in front of you.]
He smiled “Smart girl.”
Then he leaned forward and unexpectedly, slapped her left breast.
“Ah!” Aishwarya yelped. Her pussy clenched so hard she felt it all the way in her spine.
Kishan slapped her right breast. She yelped again and closed her eyes to enjoy the pain making her body buzz.
She opened her eyes when he didn’t slap again. She pushed her chest forward “Please, more. Maaro na.”
[Hit me.]
“No,” he shook his head “when you earn it.”
Aishwarya pouted. She was feeling playful towards him. The amount of intimacy they had achieved in such a short time was incredible.
“So, next time, you will wear a whore dress, more skimpy than today.” He waited for her nod then added “Between now and next time, you will finger yourself every night before bed.”
“Jo aap bologe main karoongi.” She said “When will I see you next?”
[I will do whatever you say.]
“On Monday.”
“So far?” She looked dismayed “Please, I need to see you soon. Please?”
He thought for a moment then said “Ok, Friday.”
Aishwarya smiled wide and thanked him by kissing his cock.
“Get Rashmika to give you a double slot for Friday,” he said “we will do something special on Friday.”
Aishwarya smiled and nodded agreement.
“Ok, get dressed now.” He said.
She pushed her chest forward “One more, please?”
He slapped her tits in a quick one-two motion and Aishwarya whimpered as her pussy throbbed so hard like she would cum.
A few minutes later when she was walking to her car in her slut dress, she had her therapist’s cum on her tongue and her pussy was a mess but she was proud of both and felt lighter than she had felt in a long time.
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