Flying High 4: Forward Thrust
Korben Hunter
Flying High 4
Forward Thrust
Korben Hunter
© Sultry Publications 2025
Disclaimer
All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Vikas is a fictional character, his ad agency is fictional, his world is fictional, the industry he works in is a figment of imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.
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Adult Content Warning
Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.
This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding, pseudo-incest (sex with in-laws) 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.
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.
Photos
I have been doing this for a while now – generating images with AI to illustrate the dresses that my characters wear in the story. The photos are created by AI, so they are not always an accurate depiction of the dress I am describing but they are close and getting closers as the technology evolves but still, 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.
I am still quite interested in 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?
Let me know what you think.
Thank you.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Series Info
Chapter 1 – Surveen Gets A Date
Chapter 2 – Wamiqa Must Submit
Chapter 3 – Vikas Gets a Welcome
Chapter 4 – Rhea Makes Tea
Chapter 5 – Keerthy Gets Advice
Chapter 6 – Shriya Takes Care of Vikas
Chapter 7 – Rashmika Gets A Surprise
Chapter 8 – Sanvika Makes a Friend
Chapter 9 – Sonali Is Ready
Chapter 10 – Ravi Takes a Risk
Chapter 11 – A Plan For Shriya
Chapter 12 – Shama Needs A Favour
Chapter 13 – Sonal Gets a Lift
Chapter 14 – Neena Is Suspicious
Chapter 15 – Plans With Rhea
Chapter 16 – Surveen Goes On A Date
Chapter 17 – Kiara Meets a Friend
Chapter 18 – Dancing With Surveen
Chapter 19 – Dinner And Flirting
Chapter 20 – Sanvika Makes A Call
Chapter 21 – Rashmika Is A Cumdump
Chapter 22 – Surveen Baffles Prakash
Chapter 23 – Rhea Gets Her Birthday Treat
Chapter 24 – Keerthy Is A Temptation
Chapter 25 – Sonal Wants More
Chapter 26 – Prakash Gets Lucky
Chapter 27 – Rhea Gets More
Chapter 28 – Nikesha Is Homeless
Chapter 29 - Three breakfasts
Chapter 30 – Mehreen Likes A Long Answer
Chapter 31 – Mehreen Gets The Long Answer
Chapter 32 – Neha Works With The Boss
Chapter 33 – Jahnvi Gets A Shoot
Chapter 34 – Neha Talks Finance
Chapter 35 – Mouni Makes An Approach
My Other Books
Introduction
The problem that I carry on struggling with is the passage of time in my stories. I write in detail and end up writing my hero’s day hour by hour. This is fine for sexual scenes but it restricts me in terms of dramatic scenes or events that could move the story forward.
In Flying High series, especially with the new plot, I am trying to get away from that approach so that the story can move forward not just for sex scenes but events related to the project as well. In this book, I have tried to move a little faster though not with great success.
One big hurdle in moving fast along the timeline is big events like parties and meetings. In this book, we have Rhea’s birthday which includes a number of Vikas' personal sluts and it takes a lot of pages to interact with all of them. Still, with an effort, I have covered the whole birthday in one book and even managed to get Vikas working the next day.
In the next book we will have Moolchandani’s yacht party which has a similar big canvas effect and we will need to see if we can finish that within the same book. Even if I could go through quickly in such scenes, I can’t because I know that my readers like such orgy-themed scenes so I give them that deserved space. I am trying to find the balance by giving big events their due space and try to not document each and every hour of Vikas’ life in the normal day. We will find out how much I succeed in that.
But those are all a writer’s problem. A writer’s joy is characters who are already crowd favourites and a story that has a well-defined flow with space for some creative architecting. The Sam story has all of that. It has a great cast of characters with everybody having their own agenda which makes it fun to explore them and their lives. In book four also, you will see events from other characters’ lives and I think that adds a different and delicious flavour to the story.
That’s my opinion. I would like to hear your feedback. There’s a link to a form in the end of the book.
I do hope you enjoy this book.
Love,
Korben Hunter
Series Info
Naga Airlines is not only in trouble, it’s on the verge of collapse. The condition is so bad that they cannot even re-build their image because no ad agency wants to touch their project for fear of ruining their own reputation.
One of the directors appraoches Vikas Malhotra for this daring, almost-suicidal mission. Vikas has never been afraid to take a risk and he has a confidence in his abilities that borders on sin. He takes on the project, but his motivation is not just business. The Naga Airlines CEO Samantha Akkineni is a stunning woman that men refer to as a goddess. Vikas wants her and how!
In the first book Vikas makes it his mission to seduce Samantha and by the end of the book he manages to bring her under him. The end of the book sees them travelling to LA for Samantha to meet Vikas' business partner.
The second book is set in LA where Vikas goes about his business, keeping Samantha as his possession and breaking, claiming and owning many other beautiful women in the American modelling agency Angels.
Vikas is still in US in the third book but he returns soon after and takes control of his life back home. He and Samantha propose a plan to the board to make the project a success.
In the Fourth book, Vikas is enjoying his home life with his in-laws but also going full speed ahead with the new project.
Man of Power is the most popular series and as a result it has had some other spin-off's also. These are:
Main timeline: 16 books
Flying High - 3 books (4 now)
Angel Face - 1 book
Tammy Story - 1 book
Inviting Trouble - 2 books
Family Matters – 2 books
Chapter 1 – Surveen Gets A Date
“God! Every day you look hotter than before!” Prakash said.
“And you lie some more every day.” Surveen smiled as she walked into his office “This is just a casual outfit.”
But Prakash was right. Surveen was a young, beautiful girl who would have looked captivating even in rags, but she always dressed in bold, slutty outfits to office, giving complex to other girls. Today, she was wearing a very skimpy red off-shoulders top that pushed her milky white breasts up into a mouth-watering cleavage and was short enough to leave all of her midriff bare, including her navel. Her matching red skirt was a pleated micromini that was so low-rise that several inches of her flat belly below her navel was exposed and so short that her mid-thighs were only partially covered.
As the skirt was not tight, it moved around her thighs as she walked in on her eight-inch high stilettos and Prakash swallowed as he knew she did not wear panties. He checked her out, her long, bare legs, her heavy breasts jiggling in the tiny top, her tight, stunning body begging to be worshipped and crushed at the same time. She parted her soft lips, painted dark red, matching the outfit, as she walked up to his desk and around it.
“Sorry, it took me some time to create that sales report,” she smiled “but I have emailed it to you now.”
“God! You look so hot!” Prakash was not thinking about any reports right now, sales or otherwise. He was looking at her, staring with his mouth open, drinking her youth and beauty through his eyes. He had been trying to nail her since the day she joined but he had not managed to enter her yet though he had been out with her many times and they had flirted and made out several times.
He extended his arms up towards her. Surveen put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him softly on the lips.
“That’s not a real kiss.” He complained.
“We are in the office.” She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face towards his computer “Please, check the report.”
She put her hands on his desk and bent over next to his chair. Prakash opened his email and opened the message she had sent him. He stopped there and put his right hand on her bare back.
“Prakash! Behave!” She whispered “We are in the office.”
But she made no effort to push his hand away.
“Let’s go out tonight.” He said, rubbing her back up and down.
“But it’s Monday.” Surveen stayed bent over and looked back at him.
“So? There’s a rule against having fun on Monday?”
“But your wife?” She looked at him.
“She’s going to her mom’s tonight for her sister’s birthday.”
“Oh.”
She pulled his keyboard closer and opened the sales report from her email message. Prakash continued rubbing her back and moved his hand down to squeeze her ass.
“Baby!” she opened her eyes wide “What are you doing? Anybody can come in.”
“Nobody will come.” He continued to rub her ass. Her skirt was too short to cover her full butt as she was bent over and his fingers were touching her bare ass cheeks already.
“Ek to tum kkachchhi nahin pahanne dete ho mujhe.” She complained “Even under such a short skirt.”
[You don’t even let me wear panties.]
“You don’t need them.” He casually slipped his hand under her little skirt and rubbed her bare ass “Let’s go out tonight.”
“Where will we go?” She bit her lip, letting him play with her ass casually.
“Anywhere you want. Dinner, then club?” He suggested.
Surveen opened her legs. Prakash almost moaned as he got a good view of her bare, tight pussy. He could see the sheen of moisture along her pussy slit and he felt proud that it was because of him.
“Club sounds good. Then?” she said.
“My place?” He continued to caress her bare ass.
“No, no, your wife is not home.” Surveen said as she looked back at him “Tum chode bina nahin chhodoge mujhe.”
[You won’t let me go without fucking me.]
Prakash liked how casually she talked about sex, but he said “Have I ever forced you so far?”
“No, but tum lena to chahte ho meri.” Surveen said “And I feel like a cocktease.”
[But you do want to fuck me.]
“Don’t worry about it.” he squeezed her butt “Let’s go tonight, plan is final?”
“Well, final for dinner and club but....” Surveen bit her lip “I am not sure about going to your place.”
“Come on, Surveen!” He was rubbing her smooth, bare thighs and felt his cock get rock hard in his pants.
“After I drink I don’t trust myself.” Surveen said “You are a handsome guy, if you were not my boss –“
“Don’t overthink this, baby.” He squeezed her thigh “Let’s have fun.”
“Ok, we will go to dinner and club.” She said “Kya pehnoon?”
[What should I wear?]
“Something sheer and short.” He said. He loved how bold and slutty her dresses always were.
“Hmmm, sheer, and you won’t allow me panties.” She said.
“You have a gorgeous body.” He said.
“Ok, I will find a dress.” She said.
“And kachchhee?” His hand was almost touching her bare pussy and he could feel his breath getting heavy.
[And panties?]
“No kachchhee, of course.” She said “I won’t disobey you.”
[No panties, of course.]
“Good girl.” He smiled.
“Vikas has trained me like a whore and you are taking advantage.” She said.
“Don’t talk about him.” he said but his cock was flexing as it always did when she used such dirty words “Dinner, club then my place, final?”
“Well, um....dinner and club final.”
“No, we will go to my place after that.” He said “Come on. We’ll just hang out and have some fun.”
“Well....maybe.” Surveen said.
Prakash knew that maybe was as good as yes. He smiled “I will pick you up at –“
“Sir, please, I need your signature on this.” Zareen opened the door and walked in.
Zareen Khan was Prakash’s private secretary. She had seen Prakash grope and kiss Surveen before but had never raised an issue. That had made Prakash also comfortable about it.
He squeezed Surveen’s ass before moving his hand and said “Report seems fine, Surveen. I will see you later.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Surveen went out, smiling at Zareen on the way.
Prakash looked at Zareen as she walked around his desk. He didn’t think she was as hot as Surveen, she was definitely heavier, but lately he had been noticing that she was getting more fit and her dressing style had undergone a complete shift. She seemed to wear more tight dresses with a nice cleavage, and her dresses seemed to be getting shorter by the day. Still, her dress today was at another level.
It was sparkly pink off-shoulders dress with such a deep cleavage that her full, heavy tits seemed to almost spill out. The dress was short enough to be called a micromini and was skintight. She had even improved the way she did her make-up and Prakash had to admit that she had a lovely face. Her lips were painted dark red, which was making Prakash have dirty thoughts. She was wearing six inch high heels and her heavy breasts were jiggling in the tight dress as she walked around his desk.
“Sir, please, check and sign.” She placed a sheaf of papers in front of him.
Prakash noticed that Zareen was bending over in the same spot in the same way where Surveen had been bent over a second ago. Zareen’s short dress was riding up and he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks peeking out. Her dress was cut deep in the back also and her smooth, fair skin seemed to invite caressing. Prakash was already hard from his chat with Surveen and it was making him think reckless thoughts.
“What, Zareen,” he casually put his hand on her back “even for petty cash you need my signature?”
She didn’t push his hand away. Instead she smiled at him “Sir, I prefer that everything is in your control.”
Prakash tried to understand if there was a hint in that. He slowly caressed her back “This is just petty cash, Zareen, I trust you with this stuff.”
Zareen’s heavy breasts were almost in his face as she turned slightly and smiled at him “I appreciate that, Sir. I really do but you should just check once.”
“You have been working under me for so long, Zareen.” He let his hand move up to caress her bare back “I would not keep you if I didn’t trust you.”
Zareen smiled “You are a nice boss, Sir. Always so nice to me.”
“Then why did you bring me all these receipts?” He was caressing her bare back more boldly now “I don’t need to see all this stuff.”
Zareen didn’t stop him as he rubbed her back “I don’t like to waste your time either, Sir.”
“There.” Prakash took his hand off her body to sign the report and looked at Zareen “You are looking gorgeous, Zareen. I love this dress.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir.” Zareen said like she didn’t know she was looking smoking hot in this sexy dress “I thought you may like it. I want you to be happy with me.”
Prakash was liking her responses even more than that dress. He wanted to grab her tits but that was beyond reckless. It could get him in trouble.
He let his hand slide down her back and paused on her ass for half a second on her butt before pulling it back “Thank you, Zareen.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She smiled then turned and walked out, letting him check out her swaying ass as she walked slowly on her high heels.
Prakash was wondering if it was Surveen’s influence on Zareen, but whatever it was, he was loving his life right now.
Chapter 2 – Wamiqa Must Submit
“Come, sit, Wamiqa.” Samantha said as she took her seat.
Wamiqa walked back to her desk and sat down in the chair she had just vacated. She was trembling now and her heart was beating fast. She hadn’t been this nervous even when she had come to see the CEO about her career. The man who had just left had said things to Wamiqa that no man had dared to say to her before. Some of them were just casually degrading things and some were so offensive that by rights she should have slapped his face. Wamiqa had not only not slapped his face, she had replied to his humiliating, degrading demand with deference and submission.
She did like dominant men, she knew that and even her friends and colleagues knew that because she talked about it all the time. So many of her decisions were made from the deep-seated craving to be dominated and controlled. So many times she had dated loser men just because they were in a position of power and that one fact was enough to make Wamiqa tingle between her legs.
Even though she didn’t know the man, there was something about him that had made Wamiqa respond in her best submissive manner. It wasn’t just that he was handsome and dashing like a filmstar, there was a confidence about him that reached arrogant heights, he was sure of himself like an emperor who knows he can claim any land that he sets foot on. When he had called her a piece, she had not told him that she was not a piece, she was a beautiful woman who was also very smart and career-oriented. No, she had accepted his degrading compliment as a validation and watched his face for his next instructions.
It had also made an impact on her that the CEO herself had been deferential and submissive towards the man. When he had so boldly said that he wanted to own Wamiqa, Samantha had offered her like a piece of meat rather than telling him to not talk nonsense. That was new. Wamiqa loved fucking pilots — they were usually arrogant and considered it their right to bang airhostesses. But even the most arrogant of them would not dare to hint that he would touch an airhostess if any of the company officers were present, let alone a CEO. But this man... she sat on the edge of her chair and watched Samantha’s face as she settled in her chair.
“Ma’am, who was that?” Wamiqa didn’t try to deny that she was extremely intrigued.
“That was Mr. Vikas Malhotra.” Samantha said “He is –“
“Is he a new director in the company?” Wamiqa asked eagerly “Or a new pilot?”
“No, he is not in Naga Airlines at all.” Samantha said “He owns an advertising agency.”
“Oh.” Now Wamiqa was confused and felt a little let down.
“But he is an extremely important person for the company and he is imminently powerful.” Samantha said.
“Oh!” Wamiqa leaned in again, instantly intrigued.
“You were telling me earlier that you fuck all the pilots you work with and you are always cooperative when a company official calls you to his office.”
“I always go with open legs, ma’am.” Wamiqa nodded.
“And still you have not been promoted in a long time.” Samantha said “And your pay has been the same for three years?”
“But you said that does not matter when it comes to promotions.”
“Well, in Vikas' case, it does matter.”
“I would let him nail me just for fun,” Wamiqa admitted “but are you saying it could have an impact on my career? Like he could help me get a promotion?”
“Mhmm, he could get you a promotion or pay rise, or use you as a model in the ad campaign, he could –“
“What?” Wamiqa moved to the edge of her seat “He could make me a model?”
The gleam in her eyes was not missed by Samantha. She nodded “He is in charge of the ad campaign, and he has sole discretion on which models to use.”
“Oh!” Wamiqa only thought for a second before saying “What will I have to do?”
“He said he wants you in his possession, so –“
“Wo lenge na meri, main de dongi. Aaraam se doongi. Chahe roz maar lein meri, main marwa loongi.”
[He will fuck me, right? I will let him. I will surrender easily. He can fuck me every day if he wants, I will take it.]
“That would be easy, if it were just that.” Samantha said “but when he says he wants to own you, he is being very literal. If he selects you, there is still a chance he may not, even though he liked you at first sight, but if he does select you, you will be his property in every sense of the word. He won’t just fuck you, he will break you and own you.”
“Oh!” Wamiqa squeezed her thighs together “He will... he will fuck me hard?”
“He doesn’t fuck, he breaks beautiful girls.” Samantha said, looking directly into Wamiqa’s eyes.
“What... what will he do to me?” Wamiqa said. Samantha could see she was nervous but also excited. She herself was getting excited as she was breaking this beautiful girl and getting her ready for Vikas' use. She didn’t know any man who was this dominant and rough on pretty girls. It was getting addictive to break smoking hot girls for him.
“Then? He will beat me?” Wamiqa looked at Samantha.
“No, not physically.... well, physically, too, but not that way.” Samantha squirmed in her seat “You have beautiful breasts, he will use them roughly. He will use your whole body like you are his fucktoy. He fucks without mercy, but that’s not the rough part. Oh, how do I explain to you?”
“You can tell me, ma’am. I like powerful men who are rough.” Wamiqa said “Will he spank me or whip my ass?”
“He might use his belt on your ass, if he feels like it, but it’s not that, he... he destroys a girl psychologically and emotionally.” Samantha said “He won’t allow you any dignity or pride. Like I can see you are a gorgeous girl. Men obviously chase you because you are smoking hot. I am sure you have had men beg to fuck you.”
“Every girl has had that, ma’am.” Wamiqa said modestly.
“But Vikas will use you like a piece of fuckmeat.” Samantha said “Like... has anyone ever used you like a footrest?”
“No! What’s that?” Wamiqa’s breasts were heaving as she was breathing hard now “I have to go on all fours and he will rest his feet on my back?”
“He could do that, but that’s footstool.” Samantha said “Footrest is you lying on your back under his feet and he would rest his feet on your boobs and your pussy.”
“Mmmm, god!” Wamiqa could not suppress a moan “He will do that to me?”
“He could, if he likes you.” Samantha nodded.
“And I will be naked?” Wamiqa was obviously picturing this in her mind now “He will be wearing shoes when he puts his feet on my naked tits?”
“That’s his choice. In fact, all the choices will be his.” Samantha said “If he decides to own you, he will control your whole life. Everything you do will be decided by him. You will submit to his will and him completely.”
“I have never met a man like that before.” Wamiqa swallowed.
“And you never will.” Samantha said “He knows you are a beautiful girl and he likes to break proud beauties. He will fuck you ruthlessly and cum on your beautiful face like you were just a cumdump.”
“Oh, god!” Wamiqa could not hide that Samantha’s words were having an effect on her “He will... oh..... well, he can pee on my face if he wants. I will do anything for him. How can I please him, ma’am? I want to do everything right. I do want him to own me.”
“He likes girls who are submissive but also shameless about serving him.” Samantha said “You will need to dress for him and be ready for use. He may or may not fuck you tomorrow, he will have a lot of girls fighting for his attention in that party, but you need to dress like you expect him to enter you as soon as you walk on to that yacht.”
“If I dress super slutty, do I have a better chance that he will nail me?”
“Of course.” Samantha nodded “If you look superhot he is sure to grab you and crush you there and then.”
“Then I will have him in me tomorrow.” Wamiqa said with a confident smile.
Samantha smiled “Let me tell you what he likes his girls to wear.”
Right now Samantha was quite wet and she was sure Wamiqa was as well. She started giving guidance to Wamiqa for tomorrow. She was feeling as if it would be her own success if Vikas drilled Wamiqa on the yacht.
Chapter 3 – Vikas Gets a Welcome
“Jiju!” Rhea exclaimed loudly as she opened the door and saw Vikas standing in front of her.
She hugged him and kissed him full on the lips without bothering to close the door first. But they were not in their normal neighbourhood so nobody could see her sucking her brother-in-law’s lips. While their house was being re-constructed for the improvements that Vikas had planned, Sonali and her family had moved to a house in Khar, not too far from where Shriya and Hemant lived.
“Will you let him come in first?” Sonali said from behind Rhea.
This place had a big living room and Rhea was still kissing Vikas when Sonali came out. Rhea broke the kiss and smiled. Sonali knew that Rhea now belonged to Vikas so Rhea was not shy about it. She grabbed the handle of the suitcase Vikas was dragging and put her other arm around his waist. She led him to a sofa in the living room and as he sat down, she settled down in his lap. Sonali had gone back in.
“Why didn’t you call me that you were coming?” Rhea put her arms around his neck and pressed close so her breasts were pressing on his chest “I have been waiting for your call.”
“This is my home.” Vikas rubbed her back “I need to call first to come to my own home?”
“No, no, but I would have dressed properly, no?” Rhea said.
She was wearing an off-shoulders top with a floral print and matching shorts. She looked very cute, if not glamorous.
“You look very nice to me.” Vikas said, caressing her leg slowly as he held her on his lap.
“Thank you, Jiju.” Rhea said “But it’s not to your dress code. I have many dresses that you would like.” She leaned in and whispered “Some are very slutty.”
“You can wear one for your birthday dinner when we go out tonight.” Vikas smiled.
“We are going out? We are going out for my birthday? For dinner? With you?” Rhea’s excitement was hard to hide “Just you and me?”
“No, stupid, with the family.” Vikas slapped her cheek softly.
“Ok. I still love it.” Rhea smiled “I was waiting for you to call to wish me, but I didn’t know you will take me out. Oh, this is so awesome!”
Sonali came with a glass of water for Vikas. She handed the glass to Vikas and knelt down at his feet. She started undoing the laces of his left shoe.
“Oh, sorry. Shit, I forgot!” Rhea got up quickly and knelt beside her mother “Sorry, Jiju.”
Rhea started undoing his right shoe “Mumma, Jiju is taking us out for dinner. For my birthday! How amazing is that?”
“In the evening.” Vikas put the empty glass down and mussed Rhea’s hair “There are a few hours still.”
“Jiju, it takes a few hours for a girl to get ready, don’t you know?” Rhea looked up at him.
Vikas pulled Sonali up on his lap and kissed her on the lips. She put her arm around his neck and kissed him back. Vikas was often affectionate with her in front of the family and hugging and kissing her was now normal and accepted by the family. It was not a full passionate kiss but Sonali easily parted her lips and let him explore her mouth while she drank his saliva. She was feeling warm as they broke the brief but intimate kiss.
Sonali was wearing a simple cotton mini dress with two straps and a modest cleavage. She did not turn red when Vikas put his hand on her leg.
“Would you like tea, or food, Jiju?” Rhea said “You are coming from the office?”
“I am coming from a client’s office.” Vikas said “I don’t want anything right now. I had a big lunch and I have got a headache. I got stuck in traffic and the noise of the horns, oh, my god, I had become used to the silence on US roads, it gave me a headache. My own driver honks uselessly so much.... frustrating!”
“Come and rest in my room.” Sonali said “I will massage your head.”
“Ok.” He got up with her “How is this place?”
“It’s nice.” Sonali said “The rooms are really big but not that many. The kids are looking forward to our own home being finished soon.”
“That will be good.” Vikas kept his arm around her “There will be more rooms there this time.”
“Jiju!” Rhea came out with her phone in her hand “Can Sonal join us?”
“Of course.” Vikas said “Tell her to bring her nightie and toothbrush also, she can stay overnight.”
Rhea smiled happily and offered him the phone “You tell her.”
Vikas took the phone and said “Hi, Sonal!”
“Hi, Sir!” Sonal said from the other side “I was going to come and wish Rhea. Is it ok if I come out with you?”
“Of course, darling.” Vikas said “And bring your nightie, you can stay overnight.”
“Really?” Sonal said excitedly “I know it’s Rhea’s birthday so you will be fucking her tonight, but just sleeping in the same bed with you will be amazing for me. I have missed you so much.”
“Come on, over.” Vikas smiled “I will see you in the evening, darling.”
He gave the phone back to Rhea. Sonal now worked in VisCom in the fashion design department, but Rhea knew that Vikas had claimed Sonal even before she joined. Now both close friends belonged to Vikas and they were both very happy about it.
That was the first thing Sonali touched on as she took Vikas to her room and started taking his clothes off. She left his underwear on. She led him to her bed and had him get under the covers. She herself sat down behind him and took his head on her lap.
“It is so nice that you have taken Sonal in your –“
“Nangi ho jao, Sonali.” Vikas said.
[Get naked, Sonali.]
“Meri baad mein le lena, Vikas.” She said “I have also missed you a lot, but if you are not feeling well.”
[You can nail me later, Vikas.]
“Not for fucking. Just get naked.” Vikas said.
Sonali took off her dress. She was not wearing panties as Vikas didn’t allow them so she never wore them even when he was not there. She took his head on her lap again and started massaging it.
“I like the smell of your pussy.” he said.
“Oh, Vikas.” Sonali blushed. She knew she was wet, but she was always wet when she was near him.
“What were you saying?” Vikas reached up and casually kneaded her soft, heavy breasts.
“Just that it was nice of you to claim Sonal Chauhan.” She took his hands and put them on his chest “Let me massage first. I am here for your use when you want. It was nice that you claimed Sonal. She and Rhea are very close, it’s good that they are both your possession, otherwise it would have been a strain on their relationship.”
“You never told me how you found out that I had fucked Sonal.” Vikas said.
“It was not hard.” Sonali smiled “Those girls can’t hide anything. The day after you fucked her, Sonal came to Rhea, all happy and excited. They were locked in Rhea’s room for a couple of hours. And she was walking stiffly. There is only one man who can do that to a young, fit beauty like Sonal.”
“She was too hot to leave unfucked.” Vikas said “I was only sparing her because she was Rhea’s friend. But when I found that Rhea herself wanted me to claim her, I broke her and took possession of her.”
“That was the right thing to do.” Sonali said and continued massaging his head “Would you like me to suck your cock? I have read somewhere that a blowjob is good for pain.”
“No,” Vikas said “I want to nap for a bit. Come, sleep with me.”
Sonali slid down and got under the covers with him. Vikas turned her around and held her from behind, his almost naked body pressing on her naked body, his hands squeezing her soft, mature tits. Sonali mewled and pressed her back into his crotch. For a few minutes, both of them tried to sleep but the sexual tension between them was too strong. Sonali could feel his cock rock hard through his shorts. Her pussy was hot and wet, itching deep inside. He was kneading her tits slowly.
Even when he was dating Kajal, Vikas had noticed what a gorgeous beauty her mother was. Sonali was mature but had a svelte figure and classically beautiful features. She used to wear simple sarees and backless strappy blouses, but even in those she used to exude an elegant allure which was impossible to miss. Vikas had tried to control himself as she was his girlfriend’s mother but he could never deny that she was amazingly hot.
Then an opportunity had presented itself when Sonali had come to him to ask help for some gold she had pawned. Vikas had used that opportunity to get Sonali to spread her legs for him. He had not had to try very hard. Sonali had surrendered and he had fucked her hard, taking her fully in his possession. He had made sure that she understood that he was not just fucking her, he was going to own her and fuck her regularly. Later Sonali had told him that she had noticed his masculine charm as well but had the same dilemma. She could not seduce her daughter’s boyfriend. But when he had forced her, Sonali had surrendered after a token resistance and not just taken him in her cunt then, but also agreed to be his whore even after his marriage to her daughter.
Since then Vikas had been fucking Sonali regularly. They always found some excuse or situation to allow him to nail her every few days. He had gotten her to leave her job and now she was dependent on him for the family expenses. They had used the family budget as an excuse several times, letting Vikas fuck her in her room while the whole family was outside.
Now with his occupation with the Naga project and his impromptu trip to US, Vikas had not been inside his gorgeous mother-in-law for more than a week. He knew she was hungry to be reclaimed and he himself was hard and throbbing, eager to claim what was his. After trying to sleep for about fifteen minutes, Vikas gave up. He pushed his shorts down, placed his cockhead on Sonali’s wet pussy hole and drove his thick, hard cock into her vagina with a forceful thrust.
“Ah, Vikas!” She yelped as he entered almost halfway deep in her cunt in that one thrust.
Vikas had been fucking his mother-in-law for a long time now and though his cock still hurt in her holes, she had become somewhat accustomed to that pain, but the gap of more than one week had caused her body to forget about that rough pain and now her whole body trembled from his hard entry. She could feel his cock throbbing in her vagina and the feeling of being overwhelmed by his power was already warming her up. She bent her knee to open her legs so he could have better access inside her as she knew he was going to drill her fully deep.
He kneaded her tits and kissed behind her shoulder then continued penetrating her deeper by rolling his hips and fucking her in and out. Sonali groaned and whimpered as his massive cock started to invade deeper into her cunt, the hot pain rising in her body like mercury at high temperature. She was feeling weak in the knees as his cock slid in and out, fucking her smooth and deep, her own cunt juices lubricating his way. Her tits were getting hard with arousal and Vikas was crushing them in his strong fingers, making fresh pain flow down into her body, mixing with the slashing pain he was causing in her cunt.
“Ungh, Vikas!” Sonali whimpered and clutched the bedsheet, her fingers making a spiderweb pattern of wrinkles as her pussy exploded hard into a shower of cum.
“You are my property, Sonali.” He whispered in her ear and fucked her smoothly in and out, fucking her with faster, deeper strokes from behind.
Sonali was remembering that afternoon when she had gone to him for his help and he had put the proposition before her. If she wanted to save herself and her family from humiliation in front of her daughter’s in-laws, she would have to surrender her body to her son-in-law. She had thought only a short while before submitting to his demand. Vikas had removed her saree and fucked her on his sofa. He had not just fucked her, he had taken complete possession of her. He had made sure that she understood her place as his property.
“Oh, Vikas!” Sonali gasped as her pussy spiked harder at that memory and every cell in her body felt like it was electrified.
Since then he had fucked her many times and Sonali had become so addicted to his cock in her that she herself asked him to fuck her when she didn’t get him in her for a few days. It was no longer the case of a dominant son-in-law forcing his beautiful mother-in-law to spread her legs for him, it was now just a gorgeous woman living her life as the possession of a strong, powerful man. And she was enjoying this life.
He was drilling her wet, hot cunt deeper now, and Sonali could feel his desire to reclaim his property, teach her again that she belonged to him. Not that he had ever let her forget. He had even cleverly managed to take her with him on his honeymoon by making it a family trip. He had nailed her in every country that they had visited. She vividly remembered the cruise they had taken from Malaysia to Thailand where her stateroom was next to his and Kajal’s stateroom.
With his hard cock throbbing inside her, the old memories were flooding back. How Vikas had fucked her at every opportunity. She was remembering how he had come to her stateroom and fucked her on her bed. He had stuffed his cock up her ass and drilled her hard, making her scream while her daughter was in the next room. Sonali had felt like a shameless whore for a while to be taking her son-in-law’s cock in her, that too on his honeymoon with her daughter, but then she had seen how happy he kept Kajal and some of her guilt had abated. She knew she was addicted to his cock and could not have stopped getting under him even if she wanted to.
He was crushing her soft tits roughly as he fucked her from behind, his cock reaching such depths in Sonali’s vagina that his strokes were taking her breath away. She was clutching the bedsheet and pressing her face in the pillow, her tears soaking the pillowcase as Vikas pounded her cunt, showing no mercy on her soft, delicate body. He was claiming her like she was only for his use, and Sonali had to agree with him.
After his honeymoon a pattern had been set. Vikas and Kajal came to Sonali’s quite often and he came alone as well. Whether he came alone or with Kajal, he always managed to spend some time alone with her. Every time he fucked her in such sessions, taking his time to break her fully for an hour or more even if the family was outside. He was now the head of their family and it was normal for him to have many things to discuss with Sonali. Kajal did not mind at all. She encouraged him to spend time with her and while she did not know that he was sinking his cock in her mother, she did tell Sonali that he was now her husband as well and she must behave as his second wife.
“God, Vikas! Baby!” Sonali cried out as her pussy exploded again. Having him as her husband was an incredibly hot thought even if she had to take him in her in secret.
He not only fucked Sonali regularly, he kept her fully in his control, everything she wore, her hairstyle, her daily choices, he controlled her completely. Sonali loved it and her happiness was not easy to hide. That’s how her friend Dipanita Sharma had guessed that something was up and Sonali had been relieved to confide in her. Rather than calling her a whore for fucking her son-in-law, Dipanita had been jealous of her which had made her feel better. Dipanita had asked her to bring her daughter Malvika to Vikas, knowing well that Vikas would claim the gorgeous Malvika.
Sonali had made that happen and as expected, Vikas had fucked Malvika and taken her in his possession while giving her a job in his company. Dipanita knew that her daughter now belonged to Vikas but still she herself was interested in Vikas. Sonali had been surprised to know that Dipanita was willing and even eager to submit to Vikas even when she knew that Sonali and also her own daughter were both Vikas' bitches. But Dipanita’s husband was a mild-mannered, timid man and Sonali knew that she was not getting any sexual satisfaction at home. She had promised to bring Dipanita under Vikas but she had not managed to fulfil that promise yet.
From Dipanita she knew that Vikas was fucking Malvika regularly in the office and he had even kept her at his place overnight a couple of times. Malvika Sharma was a heartbreakingly beautiful girl and it excited Sonali that Vikas still liked to fuck her regularly while he had a stunning girl like Malvika in his possession. She could feel his cock penetrate deeper, his thighs slamming into her buttocks, and she knew he was going to hurt her more. Already her pussy was getting extremely hot from the thick cock stretching her cunt hole wide and his strokes getting faster and deeper were pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I own this body, Sonali.” He sucked her neck and kept drilling her deeper, intent on breaking his gorgeous, mature mother-in-law again and moulding her as his whore.
He used to call her Sasu Maa in the beginning but very cleverly he had started calling her by name in a way that even her own children had told him to use her name. He never allowed her to refer to herself as an old woman and controlled her fully, even in front of the family. Everybody had become used to it and accepted the new order with Vikas as the new head of the family and Sonali his de facto wife.
Vikas was powerful and strong, with a massive cock that could break a woman physically and emotionally, but it was his intelligence that made him a complete man that Sonali loved and lusted for. She closed her eyes and thought of an image that had been haunting her thoughts lately – Kajal and her both Vikas' wives, on his side, with his arm around them, both of them living their lives under his control as his possessions. Sonali loved it because it was so close to the truth, even if unattainable in real life.
“Hay, mar gayee!” She cried out as he jammed his cock so deep into her cunt that his cockhead hit her cervix.
[Oh god, I’m dying!]
The pain was unbearable and Sonali’s tears flowed down her cheeks. Then as the pain started to ebb, Sonali hit that sweet spot which was more delicious than pleasure alone. Her pussy erupted into a violently powerful orgasm. She bucked her hips and came hard, her pussy pumping out her hot, oily cum.
As she was cumming breathlessly hard, Sonali was remembering Vikas' marriage to Kajal. He had taken Sonali aside just before the ceremony and fucked her in a room that was used to store wedding things. Sonali had come out dripping with his cum but managed to hide the truth from everybody. Much later she had learnt that Vikas had fucked Kajal before the wedding as well, so at the time of the ceremony both Kajal and Sonali were full of his cum. That was his way of marking his property and making them both his wives.
She felt his cock throb harder as he jammed his cock brutally deep into her cunt. He was beating her cervix into submission and Sonali was helplessly hot. Her body was buzzing from head to toe. His strokes were making her moan and yelp but he was not letting up. She could feel the urgency in his strokes and the hot, brutally deep fucking was making Sonali come again and again, her pussy spiking every few seconds.
“Yes, Vikas! Yes!” She breathed “Mark your property, baby. I am your whore. Mark your whore. Brand me, darling. It’s your right to mark your possession. Use me, dump your load in me, mark me, baby.”
Her submission was always the hottest thing about her and Vikas came with a loud grunt “Ah, god, Sasu Maa!”
Sonali’s pussy erupted again as she felt his heat flooding her womb, branding her as his possession, leaving no doubt who owned her. She moaned while he fucked her hard, pumping his hot cum into her vagina with each thrust.
It was several minutes before they were able to catch their breath, then Vikas told her to go to sleep.
“But Vikas, your cum....” Sonali had never eaten a man’s cum after getting fucked before she met Vikas, but now she loved his cum and always ate it like her favourite food.
“Later.” He kissed her neck “Sleep. I want to sleep.”
“Ji!” Sonali said and closed her eyes though she knew she could not fall asleep with her mind so excited. She was ecstatic to have him back.
Chapter 4 – Rhea Makes Tea
Sonali woke up with Rhea shaking her shoulder.
“Mumma! Mumma!”
“Yes, baby?” Sonali half-opened her eyes.
“Mumma, I am making tea. Wake up.” Rhea said “Wake up jiju also.”
She went out and Sonali realised that she was still impaled on Vikas’ cock. He was only semi-hard now but he was still deep in her cunt. She was fully naked and so was Vikas, but they were covered by the sheet almost to their shoulders. His hands were gripping her breasts which were not fully covered and Rhea might have seen it. She would definitely have seen that they were both naked. The sheet was not thick enough to hide the shape of their naked bodies.
But Sonali was not worried about Rhea. Just like Kajal, Rhea was also always pushing Sonali to be more affectionate with Vikas and she was genuinely happy when Vikas was intimate with Sonali in front of her. Sonali stirred and squeezed Vikas' cock with her pussy. She gently woke him by rubbing his leg and calling his name.
In this house, there was a big kitchen, with an adjoining dining room. There was a serving window in the wall separating the two. Vikas found Rhea getting tea ready in the kitchen.
She was wearing a skimpy tank top and a short skirt. With her young shapely body, even that simple outfit was looking very sexy on her. Vikas slipped his arm around her and pulled her to him, hugging her from behind. She pressed her back into him and smiled.
“Good morning, Jiju!”
“Morning?” His hand went casually up to her chest and he kneaded her soft, full breasts in the skimpy top while kissing her neck “Why the change of costume?”
“That one was not suitable for you.” She said “Usme aap meri le nahin sakte the.”
[In that one, you could not fuck me.]
“Hmm. Ismein le sakta hoon?” He could not help but press his cock between her ass cheeks.
[In this one, I can?]
“Aaraam se.” She nodded “Kachchhee nahin pehni hai. Bas skirt utha ke daal do peechhe se.”
[Easily. I am not wearing panties. Just lift the skirt and enter me from behind.]
“I see.” He kissed her cheek and bit her earlobe “Your mom is awake.”
“Mumma knows about us, jiju.” She rubbed her ass on his crotch. His cock was hard and grinding between her ass cheeks.
“What’s this ‘us’ business?” Vikas turned her around to face him “Are you under the impression that you are my girlfriend or something?”
Rhea smiled and put her arms around his neck “Not at all, jiju. I am your property only. Mumma knows that you nail me from time to time and that I am your possession.”
“Who told her?” He was rubbing her back and his hands were roaming boldly all over her young, shapely body.
“I did.” She said.
“Why?” He let his hands go down to her ass, squeezing her tight buttocks.
“Jiju, I felt that she should know.” Rhea said “I am not ashamed of being your property, I am proud of it.”
Vikas smiled and squeezed her close. She parted her lips as he kissed her. Rhea pressed her body against his and drank his saliva as he fucked her hot, sweet mouth with his tongue. She tightened her arms around his neck and crushed her lips to his.
“And this is how you burn tea!” They were still kissing when someone walked into the kitchen.
Rhea broke the kiss quickly “Oh, didi!”
Amisha walked in smiling and said “Relax! I know about you and Vikas.”
“What do you know?” Rhea narrowed her eyes.
“That he nails you regularly and you belong to him.” Amisha said.
“Who told you?” Rhea demanded.
“Nobody has to tell me. I have eyes.” Amisha grinned “You have been wanting to belong to him for a long time and finally he claimed you.”
“Oh.” Rhea looked at her “Have you told anyone? Your husband?”
“It’s none of his business.” Amisha shrugged “Vikas has every right to own you.”
“Nice dress!” Vikas took Amisha’s wrist and pulled her to him.
Amisha was wearing a white tank micromini dress that was so thin that it was translucent wherever it touched her body. It was skin-tight and when she moved her fair skin showed through the thin fabric except for her nipples and pussy where the dress had some strategically placed lining. She had big, heavy tits which were almost spilling out of the deep cleavage of the dress. The back was fully bare except for a few criss-crossing straps and the dress ended an inch below the curve of her ass cheeks. Her long legs were fully naked and she was wearing yellow stilettos with eight-inch heels and high platforms, the kind of whore heels Vikas liked.
“Umm...Vikas.” She resisted a little.
“Relax! I know about you too.” Rhea grinned.
“Who told you?” It was Amisha’s turn to narrow her eyes.
“I have eyes and a brain.” Rhea tilted her chin up “I know you are going to become a model and jiju is helping you. Jiju owns his models, as he should. Wo tumhari liye bina nahin chhodenge, wo unka haq hai.”
[He will not leave you without fucking you, that is his right.]
“Oh, well. If you know then....” Amisha put her arms around Vikas’ neck and kissed him full on the lips. His hands rubbed her smooth back in that deep-cut dress and Amisha moaned in his mouth as he squeezed her ass. She was not wearing panties even under the daringly sheer dress and his fingers dug into her buttocks.
Rhea turned to her tea. She looked back and said “Jiju, didi ki leni hai to mere room mein le lo.”
[Jiju, if you want to fuck didi, take her to my room.]
“Uh huh.” Vikas said as he broke the hot, lustful kiss with Amisha “My tea will get cold.”
“Today is your day.” Amisha said “Meri to office mein le lenge.”
[He can fuck me at the office.]
“Jiju, do you want to have tea in the dining room or living room?” Rhea said.
“Living room, darling.” He said “I need to watch the news for something.”
“Why are you wearing your modelling dress?” Rhea asked Amisha as Vikas left them to go to the living room.
“Vikas likes short dresses on his girls.” Amisha smiled.
“I know, but I didn’t know he was going to be here.” Rhea said “Did he tell you?”
“No, but I knew he would never miss your birthday.” Amisha smiled “You have always been his favourite, even before he claimed you.”
“If you knew how hard I had to try to get under him, you would not say that.” Rhea said.
“Silly girl.” Amisha chuckled and turned to go.
“Didi!” Rhea called her back “Please, help me carry the tea.”
“Ok.” Amisha stopped.
Vikas was standing behind the sofa, trying to find the news channel on the remote when Shriya walked in.
“Oh, Vikas!” she was surprised to see him. She rushed over to him and whispered “Hemant is coming.” before pressing her lips on his.
Vikas squeezed her soft, slender body in his arms and rubbed her bare back as he kissed her. It was a short kiss but she managed to convey her submission in that.
“I am sorry, I am wearing a saree.” She said “I didn’t know you would be here.”
“Are you kidding?” Vikas said “You look mind-blowing.”
Shriya was wearing a sheer, chiffon saree with a deep-neck tank blouse that showed her milky white breasts in a mouth-watering cleavage and had no back other than a pair of straps.
“Thank you, Vikas.” She smiled and stayed close to him, his arm around her slim waist, his hand caressing her smooth, bare back. His hand went down to squeeze her tight ass and Shriya smiled with a soft whimper. Vikas had been inside her more times than she could count and the intimacy she shared with him was much greater than what she had with her husband. In her heart, she considered Vikas her real husband and tried to keep him happy in every way.
When Hemant entered a few seconds later, he saw his wife in Vikas’ embrace, his hand resting on her ass while the two talked intimately in low voices. He squirmed but he knew he could not do or say anything. He had tried it before and had been snubbed hard by Shriya, Sonali and Kajal.
“Hi, Hemant!” Vikas said. Hemant squirmed even more when Vikas saw him and shook hands with him cheerfully without taking his hand off of his wife’s butt.
“Erm…Hi!” Hemant managed to say.
“Oh, one second.” Vikas quickly left Shriya and picked up the TV remote.
The newsreader read a news about Naga Airlines working on a project to revamp the company’s image and mentioned the involvement of local advertising agency Visual Communications. She concluded by reporting that Naga’s share price was in an upward trajectory aftre the news and had gone up five points today itself.
Rhea and Amisha brought tea and set it on the coffee table. Vikas turned off the TV after the news and sat down on the sofa. Amisha sat next to him and served him tea. Guddu arrived in time to have the tea. Sonali joined as well.
“Jiju, what’s in the suitcase?” Rhea was sitting next to Vikas as usual.
“Gifts for you all.” Vikas said.
“Oh, wow!” Rhea said “I hope it’s a dress for me.”
“A few dresses.” Vikas said.
Rhea opened the suitcase and for a while there was excitement about the dresses and other gifts that Vikas had brought from the US including dresses for Shriya and Amisha. He had brought a mobile phone for Hemant and one for Prakash as well. He had brought a digital camera for Guddu which made him really happy.
Once the excitement had ebbed a little, Shriya said “Erm…Vikas, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Sure, darling.” Vikas turned towards her.
“Vikas, the gym that I go to…you have met that lady, Malaika Arora?” Shriya said and continued after he nodded “She has asked me to pose for their calendar. Several of the other girls will be posing too. Ummm…is it ok, if I pose? I didn’t want to do it without asking you first.”
Hemant was flabbergasted. Shriya had not even mentioned this to him, and here she was telling Vikas and not only telling but asking for his approval. The next moment he was even more shocked when Vikas extended his hand and Shriya came to him. He easily pulled her down on his lap, not knowing that Hemant was watching with his mouth open while she put her arm around Vikas' shoulders.
“There is nothing wrong with posing for it, darling.” Vikas' arm was wrapped around Shriya’s waist and his hand rested just above her hip “But why has she asked you? What’s her criteria for selecting the other girls?”
“She has selected girls from different age groups and looks.” Shriya was as comfortable on his lap as a husband and wife talking in the privacy of their bedroom “She says I have improved the most in a short time there.”
“Hmmm, she is right, you have.” Vikas said “What did you tell her when she asked you?”
“I told her I will ask you first.” Shriya said “I won’t do it without your permission.”
“Good.” Vikas nodded “Nothing wrong with posing and you should do it but keep in mind that you are an elegant, classy lady. They should not portray you in a cheap way.”
“Well, you could be in charge of that if you want.” Shriya said “She would like to ask you to do the shoot. She knows it’s a small project for your company but she wants to ask you as a favour. Will you meet her?”
“Sure. Why not?” Vikas said, caressing her bare back in that backless blouse, not caring that her husband was right there and watching everything with his eyes wide open.
“Bahu?”
“Ji, mummy ji?” Shriya turned towards Sonali but didn’t make any move to get off Vikas' lap. She had told her mother-in-law a while back that Vikas fucked her regularly since he had claimed her in Thailand. Sonali had told her to continue the relationship without telling anyone.
“Why don’t you show Vikas the contract and guidelines she gave you?” Sonali said “It’s in my room. Vikas knows about this stuff, he could guide you better if you tell him everything. Take him to my room, here the kids are going to watch the cricket match and you can’t talk in peace.”
“Ji, mummy ji.” Shriya said and got off Vikas' lap.
As Shriya started to follow Vikas out of the room Sonali called her back “Bahu?”
“Ji, mummy ji?” Shriya stopped and turned.
“Vikas had a headache earlier.” Sonali said in a low voice that everybody in the living room could hear, especially Hemant “Get him to rest a bit and massage his head if you can. He is talking about taking the kids out for dinner. He might get a headache again.”
“I will make sure he rests, mummy ji.” Shriya nodded “I will massage his head also.”
“Good girl.” Sonali smiled.
Shriya left the room. Hemant heard everything but he knew better than to object or ask questions. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on to the cricket match.
Chapter 5 – Keerthy Gets Advice
“What are you wearing?”
Keerthy looked down at herself “Clothes.”
“Don’t be oversmart.” Rashmika said “I told you Sir doesn’t like shorts on his girls.”
“But my legs are showing like you said.” Keerthy said.
Keerthy was wearing a white off-shoulders top and ripped denim shorts. Her shoulders and chest were showing but not her breasts. The top was not reaching the shorts but there was only a couple of inches of her midriff showing. The shorts were not very brief, they were covering her legs down to her mid-thighs. She was wearing moderate heels to match her outfit. She was a pretty girl and looked very cute in that outfit.
Rashmika sighed and looked at Ravi who was staying in the background “Ravi, baby, you have to help her dress for boss, otherwise she will lose her chance completely.”
“Hi, Jiju!” Keerthy smiled and walked up to hug him.
Given his earlier conversation with Rashmika about Keerthy, even a simple hug felt charged with sexual energy to Ravi. He tried not to squeeze her too hard though she hugged him fully, even pressing her breasts on his chest.
“Now, don’t waste time flirting with your jiju, let’s go.” Rashmika said and winked at Ravi behind Keerthy’s back.
“Didi!” Keerthy complained.
“Let’s go to the mall. And you are going to listen to your jiju,” Rashmika said “he knows all about the boss’ preferences.”
“Ji, didi.” Keerthy said.
They took a taxi and Rashmika had Ravi sit in the middle. Ravi knew in such a situation Vikas would have boldly groped the girl, he had even squeezed Rashmika’s tits like that in front of Ravi, but Ravi was not Vikas, he did not even put his hand on Keerthy’s leg even when her bare leg was touching his leg.
“Your jiju is working on your job, Keerthy.” Rashmika said “He is trying to recruit you in his department.”
“Oh, really, jiju?” Keerthy was excited “You can do that?”
“He is very powerful.” Rashmika said “Boss listens to him for everything.”
“That would be amazing, jiju.” Keerthy put her hand on Ravi’s hand “Please, please, get me an interview.”
“Mhmm, sure.” Ravi nodded. Keerthy’s fingers were resting lightly on his thigh and he was afraid she would be able to feel how hard he was.
They got to the mall and Rashmika knew which shops to go to for more stylish and sexy clothes. She let Keerthy browse and took Ravi aside.
“I thought you wanted to have her?” She looked at him.
“Ummm...well, she is your sister.” Ravi hesitated.
“So you don’t want to fuck her?”
“No, I am not saying that.” Ravi said quickly.
“Then what are you saying?” Rashmika demanded.
“Well, look, she is so hot and....” Ravi looked in the direction where Keerthy was looking at dresses and noticed that several guys were checking her out from a distance as they pretended to shop.
“She is your saali,” Rashmika reminded her husband “if you want to have her, you have to behave like it’s your right to nail her.”
“But, she will come to work in VisCom and boss....”
“Exactly!” Rashmika nodded “You think boss will spare her?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Ravi shook his head “She is hot. Boss will definitely want her under him.”
“Boss will have her impaled on his cock the day he meets her.” Rashmika said “And you and I both know he is never satisfied by just dipping his cock in a girl, he will break Keerthy and make her his bitch. Then he will nail her regularly, whenever he wants.”
“I know. That’s why I am thinking...” Ravi looked towards Keerthy again, she was definitely hot and knowing that his boss was going to fuck her was making him want her more, not less.
“Do you want to have her before you bring her to boss?” Rashmika said.
“I...well...I...”
“Don’t be like that, Ravi.” Rashmika said “Do you want to be inside her or not?”
“Yes. I do.” Ravi nodded “But....”
“No, but, Ravi. Keep this in mind. Your best chance to lay her is before you introduce her to boss. Once boss sinks his dick in her, your window is closed. If you claim her before she becomes boss’ bitch, maybe she will keep getting under you even after boss acquires her. But if you haven’t been inside her before, then she will easily become boss’s whore, exclusively for his use.”
“But...wo degi mujhe?” Rashmika said.
[But...will she let me fuck her?]
“Not without an effort.” Rashmika said “No girl rushes to fuck a man even if she likes him. You need to show her that you want to nail her. You have to make an effort, be inappropriate, risk getting slapped.”
“She will slap me?” Ravi was alarmed.
“It’s possible.” Rashmika nodded “But that doesn’t mean that she won’t come under you.”
“What?”
“Mhmm.” Rashmika said “You are her sister’s husband. She might slap you to show you that she’s not a slut. But then she will let you charm her and she will spread her legs for you after she makes it clear that she was a good girl, you were the bad man who corrupted her.”
“Girls are so complicated.” Ravi was feeling his forehead get sweaty.
“I am here to help you.” Rashmika smiled “Work on her and get her under you. Once you have fucked her a few times, then only bring her to boss and there is a chance you can continue to fuck her after she becomes boss’ bitch.”
“Boss won’t leave her, right?” Ravi said.
“No chance.” Rashmika shook her head “He will definitely acquire her and he will drill her regularly. She is a hot girl, but also, she is my sister, so boss will be doubly tempted. And he is a man of power. He takes what he wants. The day she meets boss, she will come home with boss’ cum dripping from her holes, I can guarantee you that.”
“So, I have to act fast or I lose my chance?”
“You should act fast anyway.” Rashmika said “But it’s up to you when to bring her in to see boss. Just make sure you nail her a few times first, before bringing her into VisCom for an interview.”
“A few times? I am not even sure I can –“
“Didi!” Keerthy called as she walked over to them “How is this top? It’s nice, right?”
“Keerthy! What are you doing?” Rashmika said “You have nice boobs, why don’t you want to show them off? This top will cover too much.”
“Oh.” Keerthy looked at the top she was holding doubtfully now.
“Come, I will find you something.” Rashmika said.
She took her with her and picked out some outfits that were much more revealing. She picked out a couple of outfits and gave them to Keerthy.
“Try these.” She said.
“Didi, I don’t usually wear leather.” Keerthy said doubtfully.
“You will wear whatever boss likes.” Rashmika said firmly “Come on. Try them. Trial rooms are there. Come.”
Rashmika was whispering to Ravi when Keerthy came out wearing the tiny little black leather tube top and the tight leather micromini. She was feeling sexy but also a little shy.
“What do you think?” Rashmika asked Ravi.
“She looks hot.” Ravi said “Though boss likes thin, flimsy clothes on his girls.”
Rashmika nodded “We will find something else too. But we’ll take this also.”
They continued shopping and Rashmika found something she liked for Keerthy. Ravi’s jaw dropped when Keerthy came out wearing that.
It was an outfit that had a sleeveless silk top that was almost fully open, showing her young, firm breasts in a bold, daring cleavage. Rashmika had already told Keerthy to not wear a bra and her heavy breasts were visibly jiggling in that top. It did not quite meet the low-riding skirt, baring a sliver of her flat midriff when she moved. The skirt was a sparkly black micromini skirt which was low enough to bare an inch of her tight ass crack and didn’t cover her mid-thighs fully. Keerthy was wearing a tiny thong but Rashmika made her remove it.
“Boss will definitely fuck her in that.” Ravi whispered to Rashmika.
“That’s what we want.” Rashmika nodded and told Keerthy “Wear this for now. Your jiju will pay for it, you just keep this on.”
“Ji, didi.” Keerthy said.
“She needs something nice to wear at home also.” Ravi said.
“Baby, you will have to get her that, I need to go. But don’t let her buy something boring.” Rashmika said loud enough for Keerthy to hear “I must go buy a gift and go to Rhea’s place. Keerthy, can you start dinner if I get late?”
“Yes, didi.” Keerthy smiled “I won’t let my jiju starve. You don’t worry, I will make dinner.”
“Good girl.” Rashmika hugged her, kissed Ravi then left them in the shop.
Chapter 6 – Shriya Takes Care of Vikas
Vikas was looking around Sonali’s room when Shriya entered.
“What are you looking for, handsome?” She came directly to him and put her arms around his neck.
“That contract Sasu Maa was talking about.” Vikas said “I don’t see it anywhere.”
“Awww! It’s a good thing you are so good-looking.” Shriya caressed his cheek “Do you believe everything anyone tells you?”
Vikas put his arms around her slender body and caressed her smooth, bare back “What do you mean?”
“Mummy ji was lying, darling.” Shriya pushed her fingers into his hairline and leaned in closer as she looked at him.
“Huh? But why?” Vikas was still confused.
“Taaki aap meri aaraam se le sako.” Shriya said “Privacy mein.”
[So that you could fuck me in peace. In privacy.]
“Oh.” Vikas rubbed her smooth back up and down. He unhooked her blouse so his fingers could move unobstructed all over her bare back “So, she knows that I have fucked you.”
“She knows ki tum meri regularly lete ho,” Shriya nodded “aur main aap ki property hoon.”
[She knows that you fuck me regularly, and that I am your property.]
As Shriya was grinding her body on his, she could feel his cock hard between her legs. He squeezed her tighter, her soft tits flattening on his chest as he kneaded her buttocks. He pressed his lips on hers and Shriya kissed him back with unbridled lust and passion, parting his lips with her tongue and pushing her tongue into his mouth, seeking his tongue. When he tangled his tongue with hers, Shriya moaned and ground her pussy harder on his cock. For a long time now she had belonged to him and being in his arms felt like she was in her husband’s embrace because for all intents and purposes, Vikas was her real husband. She drank his saliva and sucked his tongue while he fucked her mouth in and out with his tongue, exploring her deep. Vikas kneaded her tight ass cheeks in the thin saree, making her moan again.
“How did she find out?” Vikas looked at her after they broke the hot, intense kiss.
“I told her, baby.” Shriya said. She didn’t stop him as he removed her blouse. She dropped her pallu and helped him. Her tits were milky white and firm. Vikas kept one hand on her ass and moved his left hand up to her chest, squeezing her bare breast, his calloused palm grinding on her erect nipple.
“But why?” he said, pinching her nipple with his thumb and finger.
“I had my reasons, my love.” Shriya cupped his cheek “Do you want to talk or do you want to nail me?”
“Yes, we probably have only a little time.” Vikas started taking his clothes off.
“No, mummy ji won’t let anybody come upstairs.” Shriya helped him by undoing his pants “Aap aaraam se chodo, jitni der mann kare.”
[You can fuck me at ease, as long as you want.]
“Hmmmm.” Vikas smiled “You know I will break you. I have not been inside you for more than a week.”
“To todo na, baby. I have also craved you in me.” Shriya smiled “Nangi kar ke chodoge ya saree mein hi?”
[Then break me, baby. I have also craved you in me. Will you fuck me naked or in the saree itself?]
“Don’t want to wrinkle your saree.” Vikas said as he pulled her saree “I am in a rough mood.”
“Mmmm, then nail me rough, darling, It’s your right to break your whore the way you want.”
Shriya turned in circles as he pulled her saree. Her petticoat was thin to the point of being translucent. She untied it and let it fall around her ankles. Vikas' cock flexed as he saw her slender, fair body fully exposed, just wearing slut heels on her feet.
“I will keep the heels, yes?” She looked at him.
Vikas picked up her in his arms “Just like a whore.”
He dumped her on Sonali’s bed.
“Ah! Your whore, baby.” Shriya opened her legs.
Vikas got on top of her and pushed his cock into her without any preamble. Shriya yelped and pushed her hips up as his thick cock stretched her tight pussy going in and she felt her body buzzing in a familiar, exciting way. She closed her arms around him, pulling his naked body over hers until her tits were being crushed by his chest. She pressed her face to his neck and moaned in his ear as he started fucking her in and out.
“So, now your mother-in-law knows that you take my dick regularly.” Vikas spoke in Shriya’s ear as he fucked her smoothly with in and out strokes.
“Mhmmm.” Shriya was rubbing his back, feeling his strong, masculine body overwhelm her “She knows I belong to you.”
“What did she say when you told her?” Vikas was liking this new situation and his cock was pulsing in Shriya’s tight cunt as he drilled her smoothly but deep, making her moan with each stroke.
“She thinks you have every right to own me.” Shriya was also excited talking about this, her breath was warm on his neck and she was grinding her breasts on his chest “She told me to keep serving you.”
“Mmmm.” Vikas felt his cock throb hard “She knows I fuck you or that you are my possession?”
“Oh, she knows you own me.” Shriya was bucking her hips as her pussy was getting hotter and her body buzzing harder “She knows I am your whore. Ah, Vikas!”
He was balls deep in her now and Shriya was feeling her breath getting ragged as he took her like it was his right. She knew her husband was downstairs, but she didn’t care. She belonged to this man and she was proud of it.
“That’s like your dreams, isn’t it?” Vikas kissed and sucked her neck, the sexy smell of her body making his cock flex in her vagina “Your mother-in-law telling you to be my whore.”
“Mmmm, yes.” Shriya hugged him tightly “In my dreams, she used to physically get me to take your dick, like making me bend over, or even guiding your cock personally to my cunt.”
“That may happen too.” Vikas looked at her “Would you like that?”
“Mummy ji holding your dick and putting it on my pussy?” Shriya bit her lip “God, yes!”
“You are such a whore, Shriya.” Vikas kissed her crushing her soft, warm lips with his rough, dominant lips then looked at her again “I never knew you could be such a whore. I always thought of you as an elegant, sophisticated lady.”
“Mmmm, Vikas, I am only your whore.” She pressed her cheek to his cheek “Only you can bring out my inner whore and use me like this. Baby, I have never cheated on my husband, not even in my thoughts, until I met you. You are the only man I will ever surrender to. You can do anything you want to me, I will always be your willing whore. Ah, mumma!”
Vikas’ thick cock drilling her forcefully deep, his masculine body crushing her soft body into the sheets and her own submission, it finally pushed Shriya over the edge and she cried out as her pussy exploded into a wonderfully wild orgasm. She held on to him and bucked her hips, her pussy soaking his thick, massive cock with her oily cum while he jammed it hard into her cunt, claiming her as only a real man can claim a stunningly beautiful woman without being intimidated by her beauty.