My heart started beating faster. For a moment, I felt like refusing, but then I thought, “Yeah, I have gone somewhere, but now so much has happened with him. Just wait till the night is over, after this, my married life and career will be taken care of.”
I closed my eyes, took a shaky breath and slowly slid the blanket down from my breast. “Okay, Sir, do whatever you want,” I whispered, my voice shaking with desire.
As my tantrums subsided, a winning smile spread across Malhotra ji’s face. He immediately took out a tablet and started opening it. Leaning close to me, he whispered, “Good, now I see you understand. Let’s see how I turn your pussy into a losing cunt.”
He yanked the blanket away in one swift motion. I shivered under him, shrinking back slightly. But this time my resistance was weak. Whatever has to happen, let it happen, I thought, surrendering to the moment.
Holding my knees, he slowly opened my legs. “First, I have to prepare you to fuck”, he said in a husky voice.
I started to understand what he was going to do. Before I could say anything, his warm breath reached my pussy. His lips were very close to my pussy, and then he started to lick it with his tongue.
“Ah…” I cried out, my voice shaking with pleasure.
My hips instinctively lifted, and my body twisted and pressed against him.
He kept licking my pussy again and again, the slow and deep strokes of his tongue driving me crazy. Sometimes he would precisely lick my swollen clit, and sometimes he would insert his tongue deep into my pussy, making me shudder. I moaned helplessly, biting my lips to control the sound, while my fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him hard towards me.
My breathing became so fast that I said,
“Sir, please stop now. Leave me now, only your dick can quench my thirst.”
He stopped and looked at me, his lips were still wet with my juices. With a smile, he said,
“I was just waiting for this moment, whore. Only someone with experience like me can give pleasure to a young pussy like yours.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly, feeling it throb and harden completely in my grip. When it was stiff and heavy, I leaned down, kissing its swollen head lightly, then sliding the condom onto its thick stem myself. Looking up at him with half-closed eyes, I whispered in a trembling, needy voice,
“Now, Sir, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Malhotra ji pushed me onto the bed in one go and lifted my hips by sliding the pillow under my waist. His eyes were blazing with hunger as he came closer to me, his cock hitting my pussy lips. With a hot breath touching my ear, he whispered,
“Now this will be real sex.”
Malhotra ji was holding my hips tightly, and the head of his thick cock was opening my pussy lips. He kept going in and stretching me even more with his heat. A hot shiver ran through my whole body, and my back pressed against the sheets.
“Ahh… Sir… slowly… it’s very big…”
I moaned and threw my head back in helpless pleasure.
He said with a light smile,
“I have just started fucking you, whore. You have to get fucked by my cock all night.”
With every slow thrust, my body trembled beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock as if refusing to let it go. His strokes grew faster, deeper, filling me again and again. My nails scratched across his back, my arms wrapping tight around his neck. Sometimes I pulled his face down to mine for a desperate kiss, other times my lips brushed his ear as I whispered, breathless,
“Sir… please… faster… push it further inside me… don’t stop…”
As soon as his cock was fully inside my pussy, he started moving his hips vigorously. With every thrust, my body was shaking on the bed, and my moans were getting louder and louder.
After a while, he turned me around and said,
“Now let’s see how good a mare you are.”
I put both my knees and hands on the bed and bent forward. He came from behind and caught my ass with both hands, and in one stroke, he put his dick inside.
“Ahhh… Sir… enough enough…” I screamed, but he did not stop.
“Now the real fun has just begun, whore.” He said with a smile.
He smacked my ass, then kissed down my back before ramming his cock deep inside me. Each brutal thrust made my body jolt forward. I moaned loudly, “Ahhh… Sir… you’ll tear my pussy apart… but fuck… I’m loving it!”
He clutched my waist tight and yanked me back onto his cock, driving himself deeper with every savage thrust. My whole body shook on the bed, trembling from the force. I couldn’t hold back. Sometimes I screamed,
“Ahhh… Sir, please… fuck me harder… deeper,” and sometimes I just moaned his name between gasps of pleasure.
After a while, he took me upright, forcing me to stand on trembling legs. He came right behind me, his chest pressed against my back, and without warning, he inserted his cock deep inside me again. I placed both hands on the wall to balance myself, my body jerking with each powerful thrust as he fucked me from behind.
“Look, Teacher… if you want that transfer, you’ll have to take my cock standing like this all fucking night,” he said, turning over.
I said with a sob,
“Sir, use me however you want, just don’t stop fucking me.”
He was sticking to me from behind and licking my neck, and his thrusts were getting more vigorous. My ass was hitting his thighs and making a splashing sound.
I would reach behind and grab his hair and pull it; sometimes, I would place it on his cock. Every time his penis would go so deep that my eyes would close with the blinking of my eyes.
Sometimes he bent me like a mare, sometimes threw me on the bed, sometimes kept me standing. Fucking me in every position he wanted. In every style, his words dripped with devilish lust,
“Tell me, bitch, which style makes your pussy enjoy the most?”
Controlling my breath, I could only say,
“Sir, even my husband cannot fuck like you.”
And he would start a new style again.
Malhotra ji lifted me in his arms and laid me back on the bed. His cock was feeling so hot, even inside the condom, that my pussy was getting wet even more with every jerk.
He bent down and placed his lips on my boobs. Sometimes sucking, biting. My breathing became fast, and I put my hands in his hair and kept pulling them closer.
“Sir, fuck me until you’re completely satisfied,” I gasped in a hiccupping voice.
He said with a smile,
“I have brought many women here and fucked them, but you are such that I cannot satisfy myself with you in one night. Now see how I fuck you.”
In one jerk, he lifted my leg on his shoulder and pushed his dick deeper.
“Ahhhhh… Sir, it is hitting deep inside my pussy.” I moaned loudly.
The bedsheet was shrinking with his strong thrusts. He was supporting me on my shoulder and was pushing me in and out with full force. With every thrust, the sound of the condom being rubbed and the echo of my moans filled the room.
My waist was lifting with his every thrust and pulling him in. Now I would grab his neck and pull it and put my tongue in his lips. My throat was full of kisses, but I wanted to feel his every thrust.
After a while, he stopped, checked the condom and then turned me upside down and pressed me under him.
“Now, you’re my whore,” he said with lust, “and you’ll do everything exactly as I want, understand?”
I said with a sigh,
“Yes, Sir, tonight I am yours only. Do whatever you want.”
And then he held me tight and started fucking me again with a new speed. This time, his every thrust was making me crazy. My throat was tired, but my pussy was feeling even deeper and hotter.
I became restless and screamed.
“Sir… ah… don’t stop… harder… faster… fuck me… tear my pussy!”
And he was doing the same. Malhotra ji pressed me tightly under him, and his thrusts became more intense. His dick was penetrating so deeply inside my pussy that with every thrust, it felt as if my inner pussy was being filled.
I was torn between pain and pleasure. With every jolt, my body would get up from the bed and stick to his body. My nails were scratching his shoulders, and my waist was moving along with his gait.
With each hard thrust, my pussy tightened around him, pulling him in deeper, and my hot juices were gushing out. My breathing was ragged.
Then he held me tighter, thrusting his cock in and out so fast that I lost control. Every inch of my body felt broken by his constant, forceful thrusts.
My waist, my legs, and my boobs were all trembling under his thrusts. Then a blast like molten fire occurred inside, and my body used up all its strength.
My body became totally weak, my hands slipped from his shoulders and fell on the bed, my legs trembled and lay straight. My breath was rising rapidly, my eyes closed, and I lay down under him and became silent.
Malhotra ji was still clinging to me, his warm breath was kissing my neck. After remaining silent for a while, he said with a light laugh while caressing my waist,
“Payal ji, wow, you were incredible. I thought this would be a formal deal, a one-night arrangement. But the pleasure I got. It felt like I was indulging in the most expensive, forbidden desire.”
His hand came to rest on my boobs, and while pressing them lightly, he said, “The beauty that is on your face is present in every part of your body. The tightness of your pussy, your moans… You have made me a memorable one. The transfer process will start from tomorrow, don’t worry.”
He sank his teeth lightly into my neck and murmured,
“I’ll never forget tonight. Fucking you, it’s like nothing else gives me relief. Not a single call girl has ever made me feel the pleasure you just did.”
Hearing his words, my heart trembled. Naked, I silently clung to his chest. His cock had softened completely, but I could still feel the lingering pressure inside me. I did not know when I fell asleep in his arms.
In the morning, when I opened my eyes, I was still in his arms. His naked chest was touching my boobs, and his breath was heating my neck. For a moment, I felt like kissing him again, but the very next moment, guilt seized me. My heart said,
“All this is wrong, Payal.”
I slowly slipped out of his arms and covered my naked body with the blanket. I quietly reached for my panties and slid them on. And searching my saree and blouse, I dressed myself again, trying to hide every trace of what had just happened.
When I went to him and picked him up, he said,
“A taxi will be waiting for you outside.”
I thought he would give me love and say goodbye. But he was sleeping. And maybe he was loving sleep more than I. I went away without saying anything and came back to the hotel by taxi.
At the hotel reception, the man at the desk kept staring at me, as if he could read that I had spent the whole night as another man’s slut. His gaze burned into me, filling me with shame and anger.
Without a word, I rushed back to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I tore off my clothes one by one and stepped into the shower. Cold water splashed down over my bare skin, but no matter how much it soaked me, it couldn’t wash away the weight of my guilt.
I tried to put my clothes back on and lie down to sleep for a while, but my eyes refused to close. Guilt gnawed at me. What had I done, just for the sake of my job?
My phone buzzed suddenly. It was my husband. My breast tightened, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. How could I? How could I tell him that his wife had been fucked all night by an officer? He loves me so much, and I betrayed him in the filthiest way possible. The thought stabbed me from inside, and tears spilt down my cheeks as I buried my face in the pillow.
A few days passed like this. During the day, I kept myself busy in school, sharing my pain with the children. But as the night fell, the same moments, the same pictures, the way he had fucked me. The guilt clung so tightly that sometimes I couldn’t even look at my own face in the mirror.
Then one day, a call came.
“Madam, your transfer order is ready. Please come and collect it yourself.”
My heart felt relieved for a moment, but the very next moment, guilt surrounded me, “I have received this order in return for my fucking.”
Then I thought, whatever Malhotra had done with me, how many women must he have done the same with till now? Taking advantage of his position, how many women would he have turned into his sluts and fucked them endlessly, and how long would this go on?
Reader, what do you think?
Will Payal quietly forget everything, collect her transfer order and try to settle into a stable life with her husband?
Or will she rise against Malhotra and teach him a lesson for using women like this?
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