Malhotra ji pulled my mouth away from his cock in one go and pulled me towards him. In the next moment, both his hands reached my waist and thighs. In one go, he lifted me into his lap.
I was lost in his eyes, and my breathing was fast. The strength of his arms sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me into his lap with no effort. His thick, hard cock was pressing against my ass, eager to penetrate deep inside.
In shame and passion, I grabbed his waist tightly. He slowly picked me up and took me towards the bedroom. My pussy was rubbing against his chest on every step, and it was getting hot and wet under my panties.
As soon as we reached the bed, he lay me down and spread me out gently beneath him. I was left in just my thin panties, my body trembling. His gown opened, and his thick, black cock hovered dangerously close to my wet pussy.
He slowly opened my feet and walked up and placed his dick on my sensitive lips. The touch of his head over the clothes forced my pussy to tremble.
Malhotra ji smiled mischievously and said, “Teacher, no more waiting. Now my cock is going straight into your hungry pussy.” He pulled down my panties in one go. Now my wet pussy was completely in front of me, its shine was driving his dick even crazier.
Malhotra ji positioned his thick cock over my wet crack. As he started pushing it in slowly, my whole body stiffened and bent with the stretch.
“Ah, Malhotra ji, it hurts.” I gasped, my nails digging into his chest as I clung to him.
He brought his face very close to me and whispered, “It is just a little pain. Your pussy is still tight. I will do it slowly. You keep looking at me. Today, you too will become crazy for my big dick.”
Those thick heads like lids would enter and stop. With every slight push, I would make a sound. My waist was rising from the bed, I started closing my legs tightly, but he held both his hands like mine and opened them slowly.
“Take every inch of my cock, you slut.” he growled with a smile. I closed my eyes, my breath was shaky, and I moaned softly, “Yes… fill me up.” As I quivered and said yes, he thrust half his thick cock deep inside me with one powerful thrust.
“Ah, Malhotra ji,” I cried, grabbing him tighter. My arms wrapped around him, and my body shook with the strain. He kissed my lips and said, “See, how you are now enjoying a stranger’s cock.”
After some time, my body started getting used to his dick. The pain was now slowly turning into relief. Now my breathing was fast, but a naughty smile appeared on my face.
“Malhotra ji, your cock is even bigger than the ones I’ve seen in porn. My pussy will tear apart,” I said with fear.
While fucking me, he said while suppressing his laughter, “Your pussy is still so tight. Once my cock stretches it out completely, you’ll see, you won’t be able to fuck yourself without thinking about me.”
I grabbed his neck and said, “Then don’t stop, Malhotra ji…fuck me harder, I want to feel every part of this cock.” Malhotra ji inserted his entire cock in my pussy with one long stroke. “Ah,” I cried out loudly, my body trembled under him.
He was now thrusting slowly. Every time his thick cock went in and out, a wet sound came out of my pussy. My body now started moving with his rhythm. The pain had now turned into comfort and intense heat.
With every thrust of his, my waist would rise on the bed, and my boobs would touch his chest. I grabbed his neck tightly and pressed my mouth on his shoulder.
With a smile, he whispered into my ear, “Payal ji, your pussy is clinging to my cock so lovingly, as if it never wants to leave.” I could only endure his relentless thrusts, my body shaking beneath him as broken moans escaped my lips, “Hmm, deeper… more… don’t stop.”
Sometimes he pushed in torturously slow, making me whimper, and then suddenly slammed his cock deep with a brutal thrust. Each time he hit me hard, a loud cry escaped my lips, “Ah, Malhotra ji… fuck!”
My body was now completely under his control. The panties were lying on one corner of the bed. My pussy was now completely wet and was wrapping around his penis. In a moment, he grabbed my waist with both hands and lifted me and sat on top of me. Now I was in his lap, and his dick was deep inside my pussy.
I started moving up and down, keeping my hands on his chest, and my boobs were swinging near his mouth. Sometimes he would take the nipple in his mouth and suck it, sometimes he would hold my waist with both his hands and shake me faster.
My cries grew louder, echoing through the room as I begged shamelessly, “Yes, fuck me, harder.” His cock slammed in and out of my soaking pussy without pause, the wet, slapping sounds echoing through the room. Each thrust was driving me wilder.
I clung to him desperately, my breasts smashing against his chest with every thrust. I screamed, my body trembling under his relentless cock. He grabbed my waist tightly and made me lie face down on the bed. Now he inserted his dick completely inside my pussy and started giving sharp thrusts in doggy style.
My body would slide forward with every thrust, but his hands would pull my waist and bring it back on his dick. My pussy was getting wet, stretching completely around his raging cock as he fucked me. I buried my face in the bed, trembling and screaming, “Ah, my pussy is ripping apart, fuck me.”
He picked up a faster pace; now my whole body was shaking with every thrust. “Now I will not be able to stop,” he said. My breathing became faster, but then I quickly said, “Sir, please stop. You have not worn a condom. Please do not leave it inside.”
His eyes turn red with lust as he hears my screams, his voice a rumble of anger and lust. “Don’t worry, you bitch. I’ll take you to the edge and fill your needy pussy with my hot cum.”
My pussy was about to squirt. I started shaking vigorously and said, “Ah, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, sir.” As he felt he was losing control, Malhotra ji pulled his cock out of my soaked pussy. It raged hard on my breasts and stomach.
With a deep scream, his warm cum burst out, spreading in thick, sticky streams over my breasts, nipples and my soft stomach. “Ah, fuck, you filthy whore,” his voice echoed across the room.
A flood of wetness had poured out of my pussy, soaking the sheets beneath us. Both our bodies were dripping with sweat, yet that wild hunger still burned in our eyes.
Malhotra Sir collapsed on top of me. I was exhausted, but inside I felt a strange, guilty peace. A faint smile curled on my lips, though a thought stabbed at my heart, “So this is what I must endure for my promotion.”
But deep inside, I knew the truth that no man had ever fucked me like this before. His cock was still half erect, throbbing with residual lust. He stood up, laughed softly and said, “Teacher, the night isn’t over yet. Why not have a few drinks before round two?”
I looked at him, made a slightly naughty face and just said, “Hmmm.” He left the room naked without saying anything. I curled up under the blanket, hiding my body, and kept looking towards the door.
My heart was beating fast. Am I right? But the heat of my body and the peace I had just received quietly suppressed my questions.
After some time, he returned with a drink in a glass. He was still naked, holding the glass in one hand and his waist lightly with the other. A smile appeared on my lips again. “Take it, Payal ji,” he extended the glass towards me.
I let the blanket slip off one shoulder, reached out to take the glass, and sipped slowly before looking at him through half-closed eyes. He stared at the lipstick mark on the rim and smirked, “In the same glass? Mmm, I like that too.”
He raised the same glass to his mouth and placed his lips exactly where my lipstick was. Sipping slowly, he kept his eyes fixed on mine, drinking me in with every glance as if he was tasting my lips through the wine.
The room was now filled with intoxication, partly from the alcohol, but mostly from the heat of the sex we had just started having. I pulled the blanket up to my breasts, pretending to be coy and playful. He set the glass aside, leaned in closer with a sly smile, and said, “Payal ji, get yourself ready for the next round.”
I gave him a faint, teasing smile and whispered, “Sir, you fucked me so well. Let’s rest for a while.” His eyes turned red with lust, and he said in a loud voice, “Listen, bitch don’t be stubborn anymore. Do you want that transfer or not? I already told you. You have to give me the whole night.”
Even in the fog of fatigue, the tension between us did not reduce. Every look, every breath, was promising that the night is not over yet. Whatever happens next will push us further into the grip of lust.
The next episode will show how far Payal’s subordination and Malhotra’s control will go.
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