Flying High 5: Wheels Up

Flying High 5

Wheels Up

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 – Jahnvi’s First Shoot

Chapter 2 – Pooja As A Goddess

Chapter 3 – Pooja Works With Her Boss

Chapter 4 – Pooja Works Harder

Chapter 5 – Rakul Joins The Team

Chapter 6 – Mouni Makes her Pitch

Chapter 7 – Sahay Earns Respect

Chapter 8 - Man of the Hour

Chapter 9 – Sahay Does A Favour

Chapter 10 – Meeting Anupriya

Chapter 11 – Keerthy Tells a Story

Chapter 12 – Rubina Has A Choice

Chapter 13 – Mouni Makes Friends

Chapter 14 – Nayantara Makes An Impression

Chapter 15 – Jahnvi Does A Favour

Chapter 16 – Nushrat Does the Right Thing

Chapter 17 – Sanvikak Wants Details

Chapter 18 – Kartik Becomes a Fan

Chapter 19 – Samantha Gives a Nice Tour

Chapter 20 – Manushi Makes New Fans

Chapter 21 – Nushrat Mingles

Chapter 22 – Ananya Needs a Lift

Chapter 23 - Sakshi Gets a Weird Job Offer

Chapter 24 - Anushka Has a Complaint

Chapter 25 - Riding the Anushka

Chapter 26 - When Things Get Ugly

Chapter 27 - Amala Shows Her Gratitude

Chapter 28 - Amala Earns Her Place

Chapter 29 - Shama Needs Company

Chapter 30 – Vikas Meets the Challenge

Chapter 31 – Rashmika Has a Complaint

Chapter 32 – Samantha Gives A Gift

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 – Jahnvi’s First Shoot

“Come on in.” Vansh pushed open the studio door and led Jahnvi inside, followed by Sahay.

“Thanks.” Jahnvi said in a soft, breathy voice. She had taken a lot of photos of herself for her social media but this was the first time she was going to pose for a professional photoshoot. Also, she was awed by Vansh and his confidence.

He turned on the lights then turned to look at her “You are a gorgeous piece.”

“Thank you.” Jahnvi said.

Sahay didn’t like it but he just silently squirmed.

 

Jahnvi was wearing a strapless mini dress that was tight and short, showing her young, curvy body nicely, accentuating her curves with a low neck and a short hem. Vansh faced her and caressed her cheek slowly with his thumb as he looked at her as if he was examining her.

“You have a gorgeous face.” He said “I am sure the camera is going to love it.”

“Thank you so much.” Jahnvi stayed close, letting him check her out any way he wanted.

“So boss has been inside you?” Vansh said. He always found it a safer way to start sexual conversation by using Vikas as leverage. Nobody could get angry if he was just talking about the boss.

“Twice.” Jahnvi said proudly “Ek baar to mere ghar pe hi choda tha.”

[Once, he fucked me right at my house.]

“Oh, at your home?” Vansh felt his cock get hard as this smoking hot girl started telling him her dirty secrets “How come? Is he a family friend?”

“Not really, but he had come for my mom’s birthday party, and,” Jahnvi smiled “actually wo mumma ki le rahe the aur saath mein mujhe bhi pel diya.”

[Actually he was fucking mumma and at the same time he pounded me too.]

“Oh, god! He fucked your mom?” Vansh felt his cock flex in his pants.

“Yes, but he didn’t force her.” Jahnvi hastened to explain “Mumma khud hi dena chahti thin. Wo jab mumma ki gaand maar rahe the toh I just happeened to enter the room.”

[Mumma herself wanted him in her. When he was fucking mumma’s ass, I just happened to enter the room.]

“And he jammed his cock from your mom to your holes?” Vansh was feeling his breath getting heavier. Vikas never ceased to amaze him with his bold, unapologetic way of breaking and owning stunning women.

“You think I was gonna miss such a chance?” Jahnvi smiled “I got on my knees and begged for it.”

“He is quite rough, isn’t he?” Vansh’s dick was now getting really hard and he wanted to hear more.

“Of course. He made mom cry. Me too.” Jahnvi nodded “Now we are both his bitches.”

“Wo regularly chodte hain tumhari mom ko?” Vansh said “She must be hot.”

[Does he fuck your mom regularly?]

“Ahm....shouldn’t we be doing the shoot?” Sahay could not keep his patience any more.

“Sure. Sure.” Vansh said grudgingly.

He went on to pose Jahnvi on the raised platform but managed to stay close to her with his hands on her body. He had her sit on a chair facing the back of the chair.

“Spread your legs wide.” He said, his hand caressing down her smooth, bare back “But you know how to do that, don’t you?”

Jahnvi smiled at his joke “Of course. I am a good girl.”

With her legs open wide on either side of the chair, Jahnvi’s dress hiked up, almost fully baring her ass.

“I am going to pull your zipper down a bit, ok?” Vansh said.

“Anything you want.” Jahnvi nodded.

Vansh pulled down her dress zipper about halfway, letting his fingers caress her smooth back “You are so damn fuckable.”

“Are you going to nail me?” Jahnvi asked innocently.

“Well, photographers have a right to nail their models.” Vansh caressed her smooth, bare shoulder, his cock throbbing in his pants.

“I know.” Jahnvi nodded and bit her lip.

“But I think boss is still breaking you.” Vansh said “Nobody would be allowed to enter you until he moulds you fully and brands you as his bitch.”

Vansh enjoyed saying such things to stunning girls and see their submission as he used the boss’ name. Jahnvi also nodded acceptance.

“He told me, he will pound me several times until I learn my place as his fucktoy.” She said.

“Exactly.” Vansh said. He was loving talking to this young, slutty babe, but he could see her brother shifting around anxiously. Reluctantly, he went to the camera and started setting it up.

He took some photos from there. Then he came around with another camera and shot handheld, pointing the camera down to her, getting her milky white cleavage in the shot while she looked up at the camera.

“Beautiful!” He said and pressed his finger on her lower lip.

Jahnvi opened her mouth and sucked his finger, looking up into his eyes the whole time.

“Mmmm, you are such a....” He felt his cock pulse in his pants.

“Whore?” Jahnvi supplied with a smile.

“Boss’ whore for now.” Vansh said.

“For now.” Jahnvi bit her lip.

Vansh knew that she was not just flirting, he had a real shot at banging her. He would have to wait until Vikas made her unrestricted but then he could really fuck her. She was a hot, young babe with an insane sex appeal and Vansh was eager to put his dick in her. He was aware that her brother was right there but he knew she would find a way if she was willing. And she looked fully willing.

There were several pieces of furniture in the studio that could be moved on or off the central stage. Vansh called a couple of assistants to help with camera and furniture. He had Jahnvi move to the sofa that the assistants placed on the stage and get on all fours. Sahay could see that her dress hiked up in that pose, even baring her pussy from behind, but he didn’t want to get in the way of her shoot. He stayed on the edge of the camera line and watched intently.

“I want your legs open, ok?” Vansh slipped his hand between her legs and caressed her warm, smooth thighs up and down.

“Mhmm. I know you do.” Jahnvi smiled a naughty smile.

“Behave, or I might spank you.” Vansh squeezed her thigh.

“I might like it.” Jahnvi said.

They were speaking in low voices and while Sahay could not hear what they were saying, he could guess that it was not innocent. He wanted to get on the stage and pull Vansh away but he knew he would get in trouble even if he interfered with the shoot in any way. He had to stay and watch as Vansh casually rubbed his stepsister’s bare thighs. Vansh moved back and took photos, encouraging Jahnvi to give sexy, hot expressions. Sahay noticed that he took pictures from behind as well, with Jahnvi’s bare pussy in the frame. Sahay bristled but he was helpless. He knew his dick was hard even though he wanted to stop this humiliation.

Vansh told Jahnvi to sit up on her knees on the sofa and lower the top of her dress.

“What?” Sahay blurted out. Vansh ignored him.

Jahnvi pulled down her dress, baring her full, heavy tits without caring how many guys were in the room.

“Like this?” She said.

“Yes. Now hold them in your hands.” Vansh said.

Jahnvi held her breasts and squeezed them.

“No, no, not like that.” Vansh walked over to her. Jahnvi took her hands away. Vansh took her full, bare breasts in his hands and lifted them up, pushing them together “Like this, don’t squeeze, just lift them.”

Jahnvi nodded.

“Hey!” Sahay could not control himself “Can’t you direct without groping her?”

Vansh turned and walked towards Sahay. He got off the stage and walked up to Sahay until the latter took a step back.

“Do you want to shut up?” Vansh looked into Sahay’s eyes “Or do you want me to kick you out?”

Sahay swallowed. He looked down. Then looked up at Vansh again. Vansh continued to stand there and look at him. Sahay swallowed again and nodded “Sorry.”

Vansh turned and walked back to the stage. This time he went behind the sofa and grabbed Jahnvi’s soft, full tits from behind. He said in her ear “Do you have any problem with me groping you?”

“You are my photographer,” Jahnvi said with heavy breath “I can’t object even if you enter me right here. Well, except that I am –“

“Boss’ bitch, yes, I know.” Vansh said. He squeezed her tits “Good girl.”

The next dress that Vansh got for Jahnvi was a short strapless dress that was fully sheer. Jahnvi took it without comment but Sahay blurted out “But that’s totally see-through!”

Vansh turned towards him “Am I asking you to wear it?”

He took the dress from Jahnvi and said “Nangi ho jao.”

[Get naked.]

Jahnvi signalled Sahay to keep quiet and took off her dress, standing fully naked in the middle of the stage with people around. Vansh gave her the sheer dress and told her to pose against the wall. Jahnvi put on the dress and went to the wall. Vansh walked over to her.

“Turn to the wall,” he took her arm “ab peechhe se loonga tumhari.”

[Now I’ll do you from behind.]

Jahnvi giggled “Le lo, maine roka hai?”

[Go ahead, have I stopped you?]

Vansh noticed that Sahay squirmed, shifting his weight just outside the camera range “What’s your brother’s problem? Why is he dicking around in my shoot?”

“Sorry, he is just protective of me.” Jahnvi said “He is not just my brother, he is also my trainer.”

“Trainer, like what?” Vansh asked with instant curiosity.

“Baby, I am fuckmeat.” Jahnvi looked at Vansh “To be Vikas Sir’s fucktoy, I need to be trained and moulded. Sahu does that.”

“H...how?” Vansh was having wild thoughts about Sahay and Jahnvi and he knew they could not be true, but there were hot images in his mind.

“Well, he teaches me how to suck cock, among other things.” Jahnvi said easily.

“He....he fucks your face?” The images in Vansh’s head were becoming real and his cock was pulsing hard.

“Mhmmm.” Jahnvi nodded simply “most nights I sleep in his bed, he nails me almost every night.”

“But...I....he is....” Vansh’s cock was throbbing so hard it was a distraction “He is your brother.”

“So what?” Jahnvi shrugged “He is my stepbrother and without his training I would not have got under Sir at all.”

“Wo roz leta hai tumhari?” Vansh stole a glance towards Sahay. He was getting a new respect for this nerdy, average-looking guy.

[He fucks you daily?]

“Yes, almost.” Jahnvi nodded “He is my trainer. He teaches me how to dress and how to behave. I suck his cock regularly and he enters me when he thinks it’s the right thing to do. I don’t make decisions, wo mujhe chodta hai, jab usse theek lagta hai.”

[He fucks me when he feels it’s right.]

“But...you are....” Vansh’s throat was drying, this was too hot to contemplate “you are boss’ bitch.”

“Yes, kutiya to main boss ki hi hoon,” Jahnvi said “but Sahay just keeps me in good training by using me regularly and keeping my holes ready for boss.”

[Yes, I am boss’ bitch]

Vansh could not talk about it any more. His cock was getting too hard and he knew it was leaking pre-cum in his shorts.

He sighed and moved back “Let’s shoot.”

 

 

Chapter 2 – Pooja As A Goddess

“My god! What a piece, yaar.” The young man nudged his friend “Look at those legs. She is a goddess!”

“Shhh!” His older colleague cautioned “That’s Pooja Hegde. Drink your tea, don’t even think about her.”

“Why?” The younger man frowned “She is the hottest woman I have seen in my life and god, that dress! I wanna go talk to her.”

Pooja Hegde did look hot enough to corrupt a dozen saints. She had a sweet, charming face with stunning features and her caramel-coloured body was perfectly sculpted like God was planning to make a goddess but sent her to Earth by mistake. She was wearing a dress that was bold and daring, but instead of making her look like a cheap whore, it increased her appeal a thousandfold.

It was a simple tank dress in a glittery cloth but actually, there was nothing simple about that dress. Her neck was a deep scoop-neck that showed her full, firm, dusky breasts in a spectacularly hot cleavage. It showed clearly that she was not wearing any bra and the dress itself was so boldly designed that it looked like her breasts would spill out if she took a deep breath. The fabric of the dress was thin and tight but also sheer enough to show her caramel skin as it clung to her perfectly sculpted curves. Her nipples were slightly visible because of the folds of the scoop neck but the lower slopes of her breasts were easily visible as well as her midriff, her flat belly and even her navel.

The tight dress clung in a sexy way to her hips and her pelvic slopes as well as her thighs were easily visible through the sheer fabric. It was a micromini dress, touching her mid-thighs but not covering them. She was not wearing panties and her smoothly shaved pussy was covered only in the folds of the sexy pink dress and then too, not completely. She could not take long steps without flashing her fully bare pussy to the world.

But there was no danger of her taking long steps in her whore heels. She was wearing hot pink stilettos with nine inch high heels and five inch platforms. Her make-up was done expertly and tastefully with blood red lipstick coating her soft, supple lips. Every inch of her skin was smoothly luscious, making eyes and minds slip uncontrollably.

The back of the dress was just as bold in a scoop style much deeper than the front. Her creamy smooth back was fully bare all the way down, so deep that an inch of her ass crack was visible when she stood still and more when she walked. Her ass was shapely and tight, the curves of her buttocks challenging any man to not get an erection. The tight dress was stretched across those buttocks in a way that showed her ass cheeks and even her tight ass crack though not as clearly. The hem of the little micromini dress was ending just below the curve of her ass cheeks and with her heels being so high, there was always the danger of the dress moving up.

Not just these two but every person around had noticed her the moment she had entered the office cafeteria and many eyes had followed her as she had walked to the counter to order her tea. She bent over slightly to look at the cakes in the showcase and the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out from under her little dress. There were many audible sighs in the large room including our young friend who had fallen in love with this goddess as soon as she walked in.

“Mmmmm, god! She is killing me.” He said “I am sure she likes sex. I want to go talk to her.”

“Do you have a death wish?” The older man said.

“Why?” The younger man insisted “Degi nahin? Mana kar degi na bas?”

[She won’t spread? She’ll just refuse, right?]

“Idiot! Wo deti hai, but wo big boss ko deti hai.” The older guy pulled his friend down by the arm as he started to get up “Wo Vikas Malhotra ka maal hai.”

[She spreads, but she spreads her legs for the big boss.She is Vikas Malhotra’s personal property.]

“What?” This cooled the younger man’s jets “She is the CEO’s piece?”

“Yes.” The older guy said “She used to work in a company called Crewing Partners. We are their client. We were, I mean. Malhotra saw her there and liked her. He brought her over from there and put her in charge of the Crewing department here.”

“Wow! Then he must have had her.” The young man said “She is too hot. No boss would spare her.”

“Had her?” The older guy scoffed “First interview mein uski gaand maar ke bheja. Joining day pe poore din ghodi bana ke ragda. Wo regular chodta hai aur wo chudti hai. She is on his leash. Uski kutiya hai. Uska personal maal.”

[In the first interview he fucked her ass before sending her back. On joining day he bent her over and pounded her all day. He fucks her regularly and she spreads her legs for him willingly. She is on his leash. She is his bitch. His personal property.]

“Fuck, man!” The younger guy lamented the loss of opportunity “Why would she look at the likes of us then?”

“No chance.” The older man said “Wo regularly pelta hai isse, office mein, ghar mein, jahan marzi. I am telling you, uski personal kutiya hai. Kisi ka koi chance nahin.”

[He pounds her regularly, in office, at home, wherever he wants. I’m telling you, she’s his personal bitch. No one else has a chance.]

Pooja kept her face toward the counter but she could not suppress a soft smile. She could hear enough of the older man’s words to get the story he was telling his young colleague. She had heard other versions of this story, that she was Vikas Malhotra’s bitch, that she was his live-in whore and slept in his bed every night. Some mentioned that she spent her weekends at his place getting drilled. But every version had one thing in common that Pooja Hegde was Vikas Malhotra’s personal property, and she liked that.

She always dressed in the hottest, most outrageously sexy way with no panties or bra, making sure her boss had full access to grope her and fuck her any time he wanted. Today she had a meeting scheduled with him so she had paid even more attention to her dress. She had chosen a pink dress that was slutty to the extreme and had chosen her nine-inch stilettos instead of the eight. Her body was buzzing today and her nipples were hard. There was still some time before her meeting and she had come out to get a tea otherwise she was in her office just imagining how he would fuck her in the meeting.

It was possible that he would just work but that’s why Pooja had worn the slut dress to tempt him. With any other man, or any other boss, Pooja would guarantee that he would fuck her before starting the work, but Vikas was different. She had never seen a man with more self-control and then he had no shortage of pussy so he was not always hungry for sex like an average man. He had two gorgeous personal secretaries both of whom were fully available for him to sink his dick in any time, plus there was not a girl in the whole company who would not spread her legs for the top boss willingly and even eagerly.

Pooja took her tea to go. She thanked the barista and walked out of the café, with every male eye admiring her long legs and tight, firm ass. She was rounding the corner to the lift corridor when she almost ran into someone. The man slipped his arm around her and held her.

“Oh, Sir!” Pooja’s heart skipped a beat and her pussy tingled “Good aftern....thank you.”

The girl with him said “Hi, Pooja!”

“Oh, hi, Rakul!” Pooja blushed that she had not even seen Rakul with him.

Vikas kept her in his grip and brushed her hair from her cheek with his left hand. Pooja felt her heartbeat rising.

“So?” He looked in her eyes.

“Yes, Sir?” Pooja’s nipples were aching with arousal as she looked into his eyes.

“Well, I just saved you.” Vikas smiled “Don’t I get a reward?”

Pooja nodded “Take anything you want, Sir.”

Vikas squeezed her to him and kissed her slowly but thoroughly, crushing her soft, supple lips with his lips. Pooja closed her eyes and put her arms around his neck. She had forgotten about her tea but just as the cardboard glass was about to fly out of her hand, Rakul adroitly snatched it from her fingers. Pooja was unaware of it, she was too busy pressing her body into Vikas’ solid, manly frame, sucking his tongue, her tits grinding on his chest while he rubbed her smooth, bare back. Pooja had been interested in Vikas even when she worked in Crewing Partners, when he had offered her to join him in VisCom, she had taken the chance immediately.

She had come to the interview in a very short backless dress and she had given Vikas no resistance. He had fucked her in that interview and selected her for the role of crewing manager. Later, he had taken her fully in his possession by showing her that he knew about her past and still didn’t use it to control her. Pooja had fallen in love with him then and she was more in love with him every passing day. Her emotions showed in every movement of her body as she drank his saliva and moaned in his mouth when he squeezed her ass.

“Mmmm, you are still drinking green tea?” Vikas said getting the taste from her mouth though she had only taken one sip “It tastes awful.”

“When I need something delicious to drink, I will drink your cum.” Pooja said then blushed at her own boldness.

“You are becoming such a whore.” Vikas squeezed her ass and kissed her cheek “I like it.”

Pooja smiled “Your whore, Sir.”

“Come. Rakul and I were going for a coffee break.” Vikas said “Will you join us or you have something pressing?”

“I only have the meeting with you later.” Pooja said “I would love to join you, if I am not in the way.”

“Oh, that’s why the dress?” Vikas looked her up and down “You look mind-blowing.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Pooja smiled happily at his approval “I always dress for you.”

“Yes, I wanted to say too,” Rakul handed Pooja her tea “such a lovely dress.”

“Thank you.” Pooja said “Yours is nice too.”

She didn’t really think so as Rakul’s dress was a coloured micromini dress with a round neck and full sleeves. But then as Vikas pulled Rakul to him, Pooja noticed that the dress was extremely thin, the colourful patterns were hiding how translucent it was and the back of the dress was fully cut away, even baring half of her ass crack. Just like Pooja, Rakul was also Vikas' property and never wore panties.

Pooja saw Vikas’ hand slide down to Rakul’s waist, his fingers teasing her ass crack. She cuddled up to him from the left and smiled when he put his left arm around her waist. She pushed his hand down to her ass. He smiled and kneaded her ass cheeks as they walked towards the cafeteria.

When Pooja had entered the cafeteria before, she had walked in confident and proud of her looks, this time when she entered on Vikas’ arm, she was even more proud because she was with the man that she belonged to. She liked that he kept his arm around her waist and his hand rested partially on her ass. She stayed happily cuddled up to him while he ordered coffee at the counter. Rakul led them to a table by the glass wall that had booth type seats. She let Pooja sit next to Vikas and herself sat across from them. Pooja made sure to sit on his right as he was right-handed and she wanted to be in his hand the whole time.

Vikas slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. Pooja was waiting for that. She smiled and scooted closer, to make it easy for him to grope her. She didn’t care that they were in public. She liked it. He rested his hand on her hip, caressing her smooth, warm body through the thin, sheer dress.

“So, how is my bitch?” He smiled.

“Your bitch is extremely happy.” Pooja smiled as she took his hand off her hip, had him wrap his arm around her neck and pulled his hand down on her breast “And very proud to be on your leash.”

Vikas squeezed her breast then pulled his hand up slightly.

Pooja pulled his hand down again and slipped his fingers inside the deep neck of her dress “Why are you being shy with me?”

“We are in public, slut.” Vikas said but did not take his hand out of her dress. He rubbed the smooth, warm curve of her breast with his thumb.

Pooja leaned in closer, giving him easier access to her breasts “If there is anyone here who doesn’t know that I am your bitch, let them find out now.”

Vikas wrapped his fingers around her shapely, firm breast and kneaded it slowly “You don’t mind if people think you got your role because of your hot ass?”

“Well, I did, didn’t I?” Pooja grinned “You picked me because I was a hot piece of ass, and you nailed me in the job interview.”

A waitress came to serve their coffees. She noticed the big boss casually groping the crewing manager, but she wasn’t going to say anything.

“Not entirely true.” Vikas said “I picked you because you were doing the work better than your so-called boss, and you were smart. That you were a smoking hot piece of ass, that was just bonus.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Pooja smiled “But you did nail me in my interview.”

“I would be stupid to spare such a hot piece.” Vikas fondled her hot, bare breast “I don’t remember you struggling very hard.”

“Me? No, I had come to be your bitch.” Pooja said “I had wanted it for a long time.”

“Same as me.” Rakul said “I had to wait a long time to get under him. And he didn’t even fuck me in the first interview.”

“I didn’t.” Vikas said.

“No, you made me work for it.” Rakul said “You probably don’t even remember, but it’s not your fault, you have so much pussy around you that –“

“You wore a white tank top and a very short micromini skirt, zipper on the side.” Vikas said “Yes, I kind of teased you, didn’t I?”

“Kind of?” Rakul opened her eyes wide “You tortured me. You made me soaking wet and sent me away. I was dying! Pooja, mujhe nangi karke interview liya. Nangi ki but daala nahin.”

[Stripped me naked and took my interview... stripped me but didn’t fuck me.]

“So, you are saying I should not complain,” Pooja said “because I got to be his whore easily?”

“Well, he did pick you out himself and nailed you in the first interview.” Rakul pointed out.

“Most girls complain because they have to fuck their boss.” Vikas squeezed Pooja’s breast but looked at Rakul “And you, I had to break you first because you were going to be my possession, as my personal secretary, I needed to see complete surrender from you.”

“I was ready to surrender, Sir.” Rakul said “Even before I walked into your office, I was willing and eager to be your whore. You tell me now, I will get on my knees and suck your dick right here.”

“We are in public, slut.” Vikas smiled but his dick flexed in his pants.

“The only eyes that matter to me are yours.” Rakul jutted her chin out defiantly.

Pooja put her hand on his dick “That goes for me too. You know how completely you own me. Just signal and I will be on my knees. Would you like to fuck our faces, letting people see that we are your pet bitches?”

Vikas grinned “No need, I have a private office for such things.”

“So take me to your office and pound me like your whore, Sir.” Pooja smiled.

“Let me finish my coffee, slut.” Vikas said, squeezing her breast. He picked up the little packet of sugar that the waitress had left but he could not open it with one hand.

“Don’t even think about it.” Pooja pressed his right hand on her breast before he could take it out. She tore open the sugar packet for him and stirred the sugar into his coffee. He smiled and kept his hand inside her dress, kneading her breast while he sipped coffee with his left hand.

“Sir, you asked me to do the estimates for the Naga Airlines project,” Pooja said “does that mean I will be working on that project under you?”

“Yes, it’s the largest project we have,” Vikas said “I will need you on it.”

“Nice.” Pooja smiled “That means you will be fucking me more.”

“What?” Vikas looked at her.

“You are spending all your time on that project lately.” Pooja said “So, if I am working on that with you, I will get to have you in me more often.”

“Whore, you talk like I don’t fuck you regularly already.” Vikas pinched her nipple.

“How many times were you inside me last week?” Pooja demanded.

“Well, I was in US.” Vikas said.

“Exactly.” Pooja said “And you have not nailed me since you came back either. So, I am excited about getting under you more and maybe I will even get my dream.”

“What dream?” Vikas said.

“Sleeping with you inside me.” Pooja reached between his legs and rubbed his thick, hard dick in his pants “I have only heard about you sleeping with your cock jammed up your favourite whore’s ass. I have never had it.”

“I have had it.” Rakul said “A few times, mostly on trips.”

“How is it?” Pooja asked.

“Brutal. Hurts like hell.” Rakul said “But heaven. Like you dread it but you want it again, every time.”

“Mmmmm, I do want it.” Pooja said “Sir, hamesha office mein lete hain meri, I have never been his cock parking. It’s my dream.”

[Sir always fucks me in the office...]

“How can a man focus on work with you two smoking hot sluts talking about sex the whole time?” Vikas said “Come on. Let’s go.”

Pooja got up with him and followed him out of the cafeteria. She walked half a step behind him, with her head lowered to accentuate the impression of a pet bitch walking at the heel of her owner.

 

Chapter 3 – Pooja Works With Her Boss

In the lift, Vikas pushed Pooja to the wall and lowered her left strap down, baring her breast. He lowered his head and started sucking her hot, firm breast. Rakul pressed the button for the top floor and stood next to Vikas while he enjoyed Pooja’s soft, warm tits, crushing one in his hand while he sucked the other. Pooja squirmed on the wall and pushed her fingers into his hair. She pressed his head on her chest while pushing more of her fleshy breast into his mouth. Vikas sucked her breast hard while teasing her nipple with his tongue. Her moans were loud and long, filling the lift as she got hotter and hotter.

They reached their floor and the lift dinged. There was nobody outside the lift as this floor had only two offices, Vikas' office suite and on the other side the secretary pool. He lifted Pooja in his arms and carried her towards his private office. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him eagerly while he carried her. Rakul opened the door to his private office and Vikas took Pooja to his desk. He laid her down on his desk on her back and grabbed her legs.

Pooja scooted right to the edge of the glass desk. Vikas pulled open her legs. Her dress was already very short and now it was hiking up. In this position it was not covering anything. Her pussy was tight, smooth and right now so wet that it was leaking cunt juices on her thighs.

“Fuck, I want to nail you so hard!” Vikas said, his dick hard like a stick in his pants.

“So, nail me, na, baby.” Pooja said “I am your whore only. Pound me as you want. This body is for your use only.”

Vikas tried to keep her legs in his grip while he tried to open his pants. His hand was trembling too much with excitement. Rakul stepped in and opened his pants. She guided his long, hard cock to Pooja’s pussy and said “Break this little bitch, Sir. She’s asking for it.”

“Ah, mumma!” Pooja yelped in pain as Vikas pushed his cock hard into her wet, hot cunt. She was very tight, too tight for Vikas' huge cock, but she was extremely well-lubricated right now. The result was that Vikas' long, thick shaft invaded halfway deep into her vagina with his rough thrust and the pain that flooded Pooja’s young, slender body made her scream at the top of her lungs.

Rakul was unbuttoning Vikas' shirt without getting in the way. Vikas kept his cock in Pooja’s cunt without going any deeper and let her get used to the brutal penetration. He pulled her dress down, baring both her tits now and kneading her soft, fleshy mounds firmly in his strong fingers. Pooja squirmed on the desk, moaning and groaning, her ass grinding down on the cold glass as she tried to get used to the live missile pulsing in her cunt.

As Rakul removed his shirt, he bent over Pooja and crushed her tits with his chest as he kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily but when he started to penetrate her deeper with hard thrusts of his hips, she yelped and broke the kiss. Vikas grabbed her hair and held her under him. He sucked her lips as he fucked her tight, wet cunt with in and out strokes. Then he sealed her lips with his lips again, feeding her his saliva while he drilled her cunt like a fucktoy.

“Mmmmghhh!” Pooja’s moans came from her throat as her pussy exploded in a hard, uncontrollable, liquid blast. Vikas did not let her break the kiss. Pooja felt like she would die from the heat and lack of oxygen, but his roughness was turning her on too much and she was bucking her hips as she came all over his hard, rough monster cock.

“Who is my whore?” Vikas looked in her eyes as he broke the kiss.

“I am.” Pooja gasped “I am your personal whore, your bitch, your fucktoy.”

“What are you good for?” He slapped her breast, making the firm mound bounce with his rough blow.

“Ah!” Pooja yelped as his hard slap made her nipple burn and her pussy erupted into another raw, savage orgasm even though her last one had just subsided two seconds ago. She closed her eyes and tried to survive the storm that was raging through her body, ripping her apart.

Vikas lifted his hand and slapped the other breast this time, making it sting just as hard “What are you good for, cunt?”

“Amma!” Pooja cried out as his rough hand hitting her soft breast made her body tingle. She opened her eyes “Your use, Sir. I am for your use. I am only good for your use and abuse. I am your fuckmeat. Please, tod do mujhe... chodo mujhe randi ki tarah.”

[Break me... fuck me like a whore.]

Vikas drilled her hard, holding her thighs in his grip and slapped her tits again when he saw her orgasm subsiding. Pooja yelped and arched her back as his rough slaps made her receding orgasm spike again. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and moaned “Mmmmm, break me, Sir. I am your bitch. Break me like a bitch. Hurt me with your cock. I need it, Sir. I need you. I need you to destroy me and mould me as your fucktoy.”

Rakul was behind Vikas. She was kissing his bare back and rubbing his chest without getting in the way of him ripping Pooja apart. She knew what a gorgeous piece Pooja was and how every man in the company lusted after her. She felt proud that she belonged to her boss. He was the only one who deserved to own her. She pressed her tits on his back and kissed his neck, licking along his jaw line, loving the taste of his salty skin.

Pooja’s screams were getting louder as Vikas' strokes were getting harder and deeper. Even with all the lubrication her cunt was able to supply, he was still not fully inside her and Pooja was screaming in pain and pleasure as he was conquering her inch by inch, hurting her pussy with his massive cock and showing no mercy on her soft, delicate body. He crushed her tits in both hands, then slapped them again, making them bounce while his cock continued to demolish her pussy like she was made for his personal use and abuse only.

“Tell me what you are.” Vikas slapped her tits, crushed them, then sucked them, then slapped them again.

“I am your bitch. Ah! Ah!” Pooja was overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure he was flooding her body with and the noises coming out of her mouth were now uncontrollably loud“Your whore, Sir. Ah, Sir! Hay, mumma, mar gayee!”

[Oh, mumma, I’m dying!]

She came again, even harder than the last time and while she was struggling to survive the powerful orgasm, Vikas gripped her thighs hard and slammed his cock brutally deep into her cunt. He went so deep in her vagina that his cockhead hit her cervix and Pooja arched her back, lifting her ass off the desk as the incredible pain ripped through her like a sword.

“Oh, god, Sir!” She was only able to scream after the peak of the pain had passed. Vikas continued to drill her, using hard strokes to slam her ass into the cold glass of the desk, his cockhead beating her cervix into submission, making her yelp with each thrust. Pooja was thrashing about as the hot sensations coursing through her body were making her helpless and violent on the desk. Vikas bent over her and pinned her under him while he pounded her cunt with long, ruthlessly deep thrusts.

His chest was grinding on her soft, full tits, making her nipples buzz with electricity. His thighs were slapping her thighs, making a loud, rhythmic noise that filled the room. He was slamming his dick hard into her cervix and Pooja could feel the urgency of his body in his brutally hard and rough thrusts. She loved it when he ripped her apart like that without caring about her pain. Her pussy was erupting again and again every second as the mixture of pain and pleasure overloaded her senses.

Vikas moved her legs down and put them around his waist. Pooja closed her legs behind his back, locking her ankles. Then she cried out as Vikas slammed even harder than before, her bare back was ground on the desk. Her sweaty back started to slide on the glass as Vikas' pelvic bone slapped hers again and again. He grabbed her shoulders and held her in place as he destroyed her pussy like a heartless monster. His ruthlessness sent Pooja over the edge and she came again with a loud scream.

She was a stunning girl and right now her slender, fit body was clad only in a slutty, sheer dress and even that was in a state of disarray, crumpled around her waist, not covering her tits or her pussy. She was dressed but naked, and completely at his mercy. Just looking at her strikingly beautiful face was enough to make a man rock hard, but Vikas was looking at her gorgeous, almost-naked body in front of him and his cock was throbbing like crazy. He bent over her and crushed her tits with his chest as he continued to ram her cunt with his huge cock, beating her cervix into surrender, showing no mercy on her soft, delicate body.

“Ah, fuck!” He sank his teeth into her soft neck “You are my fuckmeat!”

Pooja could feel his cock erupt in her vagina. She clutched his hot, sweaty body in both arms, her nails digging into his back and she pressed her lips to his ear.

“I am your fuckmeat.” She whispered “Completely your bitch, only your bitch, you own me from head to toe, no man in the world has any right on me the way you own my body, my mind, my soul. Pooja Hegde is your personal whore, Vikas. You own her very soul.”

“God!” He grunted as his cock pulsed hard from her words. He kept slamming into her cunt, pumping his hot, potent seed into her vagina, branding her deep and hard, his hot, creamy load flowing into her womb, marking her, teaching her that she was his cumdump, his cock owned her body.

Pooja came again and bucked her hips under him, soaking his cock with his hot cum, showing him her surrender in clear terms, accepting her place as his cumdump.

 

 

Chapter 4 – Pooja Works Harder

Vikas continued to pound her while he was pumping his cum into Pooja’s young womb, but gradually he slowed down then stopped.

Pooja looked up at him and caressed his cheek “I can’t thank you enough for taking me in your possession and training me as your whore. I know I have to learn a lot, but I will do my best to be a good whore for you.”

Vikas grinned and kissed her lips “Get on your knees, whore.”

“Yes, Master.” Pooja said.

She waited until he pulled out of her then took his hand to get down from the desk. She got on her knees and smiled up at him as she leaned forward and started licking his cock. Rakul was standing nearby and shifting her weight from foot to foot as she watched Vikas' face. Vikas took her hand and guided her down. She readily went on her knees beside Pooja and started licking his balls. Pooja took his cock out of her mouth and Rakul shared it.

Then both of them sucked his cock in turns, when one was sucking his shaft, the other was licking and sucking his balls, or they both sucked his dick from the sides, one taking his cockhead in her mouth, then the other. Vikas stroked their heads as he moaned softly. They were both strikingly beautiful girls and they were serving him like his pet bitches. It was extremely hot, his cock was already rock hard and throbbing.

He pulled Pooja up by the hair “Ghodi ban jao.”

[Become a mare.]

Pooja moaned as she put her hands on her desk and bent over. She still had her flimsy little dress around her waist which was not covering anything. She also found it extremely hot that she was in the office, in daytime and being used by her boss like a whore. Her pussy was soaking wet and leaking cunt juices on her thighs. She spread her legs wide, placing her whore heels as far apart as she could. She knew what he was going to do to her now and she knew it would hurt much more if she didn’t give him full access already.

Vikas got behind her and took her ass cheeks in his hands. She had a fine-toned ass and his cock flexed as he squeezed it. Her dusky anus was puckered perfectly and right now it was pulsing, showing Pooja’s fear. He placed his saliva-soaked cockhead on her puckered ass but did not enter yet. He rubbed her smooth warm back and bent over her.

“Are you ready, my whore?” He kissed her neck.

“Mmmm, daal do, Sir... Please, gaand maaro meri... Please, Sir.”

[Put it in, Sir... Please, fuck my ass... Please, Sir.]

Vikas reached down and grabbed her full, firm tits. He kept them in his tight grip as he pushed up with his hips. His cockhead stretched open Pooja’s tight anus and popped into her ass, piercing both her sphincters in one brutal thrust. He had to push hard in order to penetrate her tight ass and even though he had only entered a couple of inches deep, his massive beast had made Pooja’s whole body burn with pain. Her tits were in his grip and he had to hold them tight to counter the thrust of his hips. They hurt from his tight grip and his hard thrust.

“Ah, Amma!” Pooja screamed as the double pain from her tits and her ass merged in her body like two fires merging to become a huge fire. She was burning up, her pussy was pulsing like crazy, and she was finding it hard to breathe.

Vikas ground his hips as he fucked her ass, pulling back a couple of inches then pushing in again, penetrating deeper with the force of his body. He kept her tits in his grip and kneaded them hard while fucking her tight ass in and out. Pooja’s elbows folded and she had to go on her forearms on the desk while Vikas stuffed her full of his manmeat.

“This ass is my property, whore.” He said in her ear as he fucked her ass “You are my whore, and nothing else.”

His hard cock stretching her anus painfully wide, his hands crushing her soft, firm tits roughly, and his voice in her ear, telling her where she belonged, Pooja came so hard that her body trembled from head to toe. She lowered her head and moaned continuously while Vikas destroyed her ass like a monster. Pooja could feel the pain in her thighs as her pussy clenched repeatedly, pumping out her hot, oily cum, soaking her thighs. She was moaning and grunting while taking her boss’ cock like a good girl.

Even after her orgasm subsided, her body was still buzzing with the sexual charge and she was feeling like her knees might give way any second. Vikas slowly ran his tongue along her bare spine, tasting her delectable body, making her feel like he wanted to devour her whole. His lust for her was exciting for Pooja, her pussy throbbed and tingled as she felt his cock pulsing in her ass. She knew how many stunning girls were ready to lie under him at his signal, but he was fucking her, it was her that he was breaking with his monster cock, Pooja was feeling very proud and it was making her body heat up even more.

Vikas lifted his hand and slapped her breast “Spread, cunt!”

Pooja had already opened her legs wide but she could understand his command. His cock was not even halfway deep in her ass and he was finding resistance when he tried to penetrate deeper. She had a really tight ass and his cock was incredibly large. But just as he wanted to destroy her fully, Pooja also wanted him to rip her apart. She placed her whore heels as wide as they would go on the carpet. Vikas rolled his hips to open her anus as he pushed in harder. Pooja moaned, she could feel her anus burning like a ring of fire as Vikas' meaty beast was stretching it to the limit.

“Rakul.” Vikas nodded.

His secretary stepped beside him immediately “Yes, Sir?”

“Open her.” Vikas said.

Pooja felt her heart skip a beat as she felt feminine hands grab her buttocks and pull them open. The feeling of vulnerability, helplessness and humiliation merged in her body like three powerful rivers feeding the same valley. Rakul pulled open her anus, Vikas grabbed Pooja’s shoulder and pushed hard with his hips. His cockhead invaded her anal canal and the pain that washed over Pooja’s body was like electric water, making every cell in her body buzz with a strong current.

“Amma!” She cried out as her body burst into a powerful orgasm, every inch of her body electrified and hot. Her tears were dripping on the desk while Vikas was drilling deeper and harder into her anal canal, taking possession of her with ruthless domination, showing no mercy on her soft, slender body. Pooja had no choice but to surrender to his use and abuse, lowering her head and closing her eyes to bear the pain of the savage orgasm while her pussy pumped out load after load of her hot, oily cum.

Vikas had his cock stuffed deep in her anal canal when he slowed his strokes then stopped fucking altogether. Pooja moaned in protest. He kept her tits in his hands as he pulled her up “Come.”

He pulled her up on his lap as he sat down in his chair. Pooja yelped as her weight came down on his cock and his thick, brutal cock penetrated her anal canal fully. Her eyes were leaking tears onto her smooth cheeks and her skin was moist with sweat. Vikas held her in his arms and ground his hips, moving her with him.

“Ah, Amma!” Pooja screamed as his movement brought her down further and she felt his cockhead invade her bowels. Rakul was only watching it but she was trembling and feeling her knees get weak as Vikas abused Pooja’s delicate body so roughly.

“You wanted to be my cock parking.” Vikas kissed Pooja’s neck “Let me show you how it feels.”

“Anh, Master!” Pooja yelped. She called Vikas boss, sir or by his name, but when she was turned on so much that her brain was overwhelmed with arousal, she only called him Master. Right now her brain was fried, she had no control over her body or thoughts, his cock was hurting incredibly deep inside her but still she could not keep from grinding her ass on his lap, hurting herself more.

“Now, let’s work.” Vikas said.

“Work, Master?” Pooja trembled. She knew Vikas was a terrible tease and he was capable of torturing his whores until they broke. She had seen it done to some of his whores including Rakul. But right now it was she who was skewered on his hard cock like a piece of meat on a stick and every inch of her skin was warm with arousal and fear. She knew he was capable of making her work while keeping her impaled on his cock like a fucktoy but she wanted to be fucked, she wanted him to rip her apart. She could feel his cock pulsing in her ass like a live missile and she wanted him to use it to shatter her into little pieces.

“Rakul,” Vikas nodded towards his computer “open my Inbox and find an email from Pooja earlier today with an attachment titled Naga Airlines Crew Project Plan.”

“Yes, Sir.” Rakul believed that it was unfair what he was doing to Pooja but she herself had been on the receiving end of his brutal torture before and she knew that she was as helpless as Pooja.

Vikas reached between Rakul’s legs under her short dress and rubbed her smooth, bare pussy while she was looking for the email. She moaned but continued to work. Vikas was kneading Pooja’s tits with the other hand, kissing her neck and bare back, biting her soft skin and sucking it, while keeping his cock in her ass without doing any strokes.

“Ah, god! Meri gaand maaro, Sir. Please!” It was the sheer helplessness that made Pooja’s pussy explode into a violently powerful orgasm. She was a stunningly beautiful girl and never had any shortage of willing men whenever she needed dick, but nobody could make her so helpless and vulnerable as her boss Vikas Malhotra. His cock was hurting in her ass but he was not willing to fuck her and Pooja wanted that pain, she wanted him to rip her ass apart. The whole thing got to her and she came hard. She gripped the edge of the desk and moved her ass up and down, riding Vikas' cock in her ass “Please, Sir... Chod do mujhe... Meri gaand phaad do apne lund se... Ah!... Main aap ki kutiya hoon... Mujhe kutiya ki tarah pel do.”

[Please, Sir... Fuck me... Tear my ass apart with your cock... Ah!... I’m your bitch... Fuck me like a bitch.]

Vikas had immense self-control but he was not made of stone. Any man would have melted to hear such a mind-blowingly beautiful girl begging him to fuck her ass in such words. Vikas grabbed her tits with both hands and crushed them hard as he fucked her ass with upward strokes, pushing his cock into her bowels, fucking her ass so brutally deep that no man could ever hope to reach.

“Ah, yes! Ah, yes!” Pooja was grunting and yelping with his hard use and taking his cock as deep as she could. Her pussy was pumping out her hot load, making a wet spot on the carpet that was growing.

Vikas stood up and bent Pooja over the desk. He grabbed her hips and started to drill her ass hard and deep, using the force of his hips to drive his cock so deep into her ass that his cockhead was fucking directly into her bowels with each thrust. Pooja was screaming and yelping as he was splitting her with his massive cock. The pain that he was pumping into her body was pure pleasure and Pooja was so hot that she had lost all touch with reality. She was his whore, his fucktoy to use and abuse, that was the only thing she could feel or think about.

Pooja was a caramel-coloured beauty with soft, supple skin that could make any man beg to lick her legs. Right now she was as good as naked and bent over submissively in front of Vikas. Vikas was crushing her soft, firm tits and slapping them in an irregular, unpredictable rhythm. Pooja was yelping with his slaps, the unpredictability making her tits buzz with anticipation. On almost every other slap, her pussy was bursting with a fresh orgasm and Pooja could feel the pain in her thighs as her pussy clenched so hard. She was fully vulnerable under him and this feeling of being completely at his mercy was the hottest turn-on for Pooja.

Her soft skin, shiny with sweat right now, turned Vikas on a lot. He bent over her and started sucking and biting all over her smooth back while he continued to demolish her ass like a beast. Pooja could not help but moan helplessly as he licked along her bare spine, sending her arousal sky high.

“Oh, god, Sir!” She screamed as he sank his teeth into the fleshy part of her armpit and her pussy exploded uncontrollably hard. He sucked her flesh while pounding her ass, piercing her anal canal all the way through like a steel piston slamming into a well-lubricated hole. Pooja lifted her head and screamed as her orgasm spiked higher “Ah, fuck me, Sir! Chodo mujhe, randi ki tarah. Main aap ki randi hoon.”

[Fuck me like a whore. I am your whore.]

“Kiski randi, Pooja?” Vikas bit her armpit, his words were muffled.

[Whose whore, Pooja?]

But this was not the first time Pooja was surrendering to him. She said “Aap ki randi, sirf aap ki randi, you are my Owner, my Master.”

[Your whore, only your whore.]

Her words were like petrol in the fire burning in Vikas' loins. The soft, delicate beauty in his hands, in his control, her tight, moist anal canal wrapped around his powerful dick, the natural fragrance of her gorgeous body filling his nostrils, Vikas was losing control fast and he was getting wilder with every second. Pooja was yelping with his powerful, brutal thrusts but also crying out his name in lust “Fuck me, Master. I am your whore. Break me on your cock. Teach me that this bitch belongs to Vikas Malhotra. Ah, Vikas. Ah, baby. Vikas! Hay! Mar gayee!”

[Oh! I’m dying!]

She felt his teeth digging into her soft neck the same instant she felt his cock explode in her ass, his heat flooding her bowels, his strokes rough and ruthless as he not only broke her but marked her as his whore, branding her with his cum flooding her ass. Pooja came hard and screamed again, clawing the glass desktop as she felt the insanely hot currents rushing through her body. She lowered her body on the glass and let Vikas mould her as his fucktoy while she rested her cheek on the cold glass.

“You have ruined me so perfectly.” She moaned when he slowed his strokes and kissed her cheek “I can’t even think about taking another man in me. I belong to your dick so completely that I... I don’t know how I can explain, but you are my owner and I am your property in every possible way.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted, pet?” Vikas kissed her neck, keeping her impaled on his cock even after he stopped destroying her ass.

“That’s what I wished for and dreamt for, but never hoped to get.” Pooja sighed “Thank you for acquiring me, Sir.”

“It’s literally my pleasure, you little whore.” Vikas kissed her cheek again before pulling out of her ass.

 

 

Chapter 5 – Rakul Joins The Team

Even as Pooja was going down on her knees at his feet, Vikas told Rakul “Nangi ho jao.”

[Get naked.]

With her short, skimpy dress, Rakul took only a second to comply with his command. Vikas slipped his hand between her legs, pushed two fingers casually up into her cunt, and hooked them inside, using them to pull her closer.

“Anh! Anh! Anh!” Rakul whimpered as his fingers rubbed on her G-spot.

While Pooja licked Vikas' cum-soaked cock, he fingered Rakul, watching her gorgeous face distort in erotic agony. Pooja wrapped her soft, pink lips around his cockhead and ignored the sounds coming from Rakul as she massaged her owner’s cock with her soft, supple lips while eating his cum like it was food.

“Tell me what you are.” Vikas said as he kissed Rakul’s neck.

“I am your fucktoy, Sir. I am your personal bitch.” As she started to answer, he lowered his head and started to suck her young, firm breasts. His fingers moved up and down, fucking her juicy, wet cunt fully deep, his fingertips stimulating her G-spot, making Rakul moan and whimper. Her pussy was throbbing wildly and she was shifting her weight from foot to foot as the hot currents rushed through her body up and down “I am your whore, made for your use, and only your use. Aap ki kutiya hoon main...sirf aap ke chodne ke liye bani hoon...You can use me as you...ah!”

[I am your bitch...made only for you to fuck...]

Rakul lost her voice as her pussy tingled so hard that she knew she would come in the next second. Vikas stopped sucking her tits and his fingers paused in her cunt. Rakul groaned as she felt the pain of the need without being able to get to the release. She was right on the verge of a really powerful explosion and she needed him for it.

“Sir, please.” She begged.

He looked in her eyes “You stop, I stop.”

“Anh!” Rakul whimpered. She knew he would do it. He had subjected her to worse torture before, making her beg and plead for her orgasm. But still, she was his fucktoy, completely in his possession. He was brutal, but her body loved how he treated her. She was obsessed with him. She swallowed and tried again “Main aap ki paltu kutiya hoon...Aap ke chodne ke liye bani hoon...jab aap...ah...jab...meri gaand...ah, mumma...meri gaand maarte ho...ah, Sir!”

[I am your obedient bitch...made for you to fuck...when you...ah...when...you fuck my ass...ah, Mumma...you fuck my ass, Sir!]

Rakul’s pussy exploded so hard that she had to grab his shoulder to stay on her feet. She could not speak while she was cumming but thankfully, Vikas kept slamming his fingers deep into her cunt, helping her orgasm spike higher and higher. Rakul heard Pooja’s moans and opened her eyes to look down. She saw Vikas’ hand in Pooja’s hair, holding her like a bitch and fucking her face with his long, hard cock. She could see how massively thick his cock was as it slipped in and out between Pooja’s soft, supple lips. His right hand was still fucking Rakul’s cunt and she felt fully helpless and vulnerable to be used alongside another hot girl.

She knew he would stop if she didn’t continue and her pussy was still hungry. She moaned but continued with an effort “I am your personal possession...I am an object in your collection...for you to enjoy any way you want...”

Rakul knew the more she degraded herself for him, the harder he would use her and she was right. Vikas stuffed her tight cunt with his fingers and fucked her with long, hard strokes. Rakul came again within a minute and again her words choked in her throat as her pussy erupted into a waterfall of hot, oily cum, soaking his hand. He kept fingering her hard and rough while he licked her chest, sucked her neck, bit her nipples, her gorgeous body completely at his mercy.

She had had three amazing orgasms and was approaching the fourth one rapidly when he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and told her “On your knees, whore.”

Rakul quickly knelt beside Pooja on the floor. Vikas pulled his cock out of Pooja’s mouth, pumped it with his fist and sprayed his cum on their stunning, upturned faces. His first load landed on Pooja’s beautiful face, but Rakul pressed closer so she could feel the hot, slimy cum on her face. His next load landed on Rakul’s face, just above her lips and slithered down to her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted it. He showered them in his cum, marking them as his cumdumps. Rakul came first, followed closely by Pooja. They squirmed on the floor in the grips of a powerful orgasm while Vikas branded them as his personal bitches.

Both the girls were exhausted from the hard use and wanted to collapse on the carpet but Vikas called sharply “Whores!”

That’s all they needed. Both of them were alert at once. They sat up on their knees and started sucking his cock clean, working together as well-trained bitches.

Vikas stroked their heads “Good whores!”

Their moans told the story of their submission and happiness.

 

Chapter 6 – Mouni Makes her Pitch

Mouni stood up as she saw Vikas come out of the lift. She picked up her purse to go and talk to him, but he was with his secretary. Mouni wanted to see if he would let her go. She could see his hand on her ass, kneading her buttocks boldly, and knew that the things she had heard about him were true. He squeezed her ass again as she turned to kiss him, then she went out and Vikas went towards the reception counter. He talked to the receptionist that Mouni had talked to, she pointed towards the sofa where Mouni was waiting. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned and started walking towards her.

“Hi!” He smiled and Mouni felt her throat closing up “I am Vikas Malhotra. Genelia tells me you have been waiting for two hours after she told you I was busy.”

“I am Mouni, reporter, entertainment, Roy.” Mouni said, extending her hand.

Vikas took her hand and smiled “Take a breath and try again.”

While she was taking a breath, Vikas slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close “You are a hot piece of ass. What did you say your name was?”

“I am Mouni Roy, Sir.” Mouni had her breath in control now “And thank you. I am an entertainment journalist.”

Vikas let his hand caress her smooth, warm back “And what do you want, Mouni?”

“Time with you, Sir.” Mouni didn’t stop him from exploring her and even moved close to make it easy for him.

Vikas nodded “Time to do what?”

“Anything you want to do to me.” She looked into his eyes.

“Is that so?” Vikas raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I mean, Sir, I want to interview you about the project you are starting,” Mouni blushed after her bold outburst “but yeah.”

“That’s a business project and you are an entertainment journalist.” Vikas was running his fingertips slowly up and down her bare spine “What’s your interest in it?”

“I am interested in you, Sir.” Mouni said “I am sure I can sell that article.”

“Mouni, you are a hot babe and I like...” Vikas’ fingers touched her bare ass crack and he was surprised “You don’t wear panties?”

His reaction made Mouni happy “When I am coming to a man of power, I leave my panties home.”

Vikas was rubbing her tight, bare ass crack up and down as he looked her over “Are you as much of a whore as you are showing me?”

Mouni put her hand on his chest and leaned in closer “More.” She looked into his eyes confidently “All reporters are whores for a story, I am sure you know that, but this girl can be a real whore, a total whore for you, all you need to do is take her.”

Vikas let his hand cup her tight, firm ass cheek and squeezed it as he said “Mouni, main chodta nahin hoon, todta hoon.”

[I don’t fuck, I break.]

“Tootne hi aayi hoon.” Mouni nodded, meeting his gaze bravely.

[I have come to be broken.]

“Hmm, it’s a really intriguing offer but I really am busy,” Vikas squeezed her ass and stepped back “I am on my way to –“

“Car mein chod lo.” Mouni moved forward as he stepped back “I mean, car mein tod lo mujhe.”

[Fuck me in the car...break me in the car.]

“Are you ready for that?” Vikas raised his eyebrows.

“I am ready for everything you want to do to me.” Mouni said “Fuck me in your car, on the way, then kick me out when you reach there.”

“And your interview?” Vikas smiled.

Mouni also smiled “I can come again, tomorrow, or next day for the interview. Tab phir chod lena.”

[Then you can fuck me again.]

Vikas looked her up and down “It does look like a shame to let you go without letting you taste my cum.”

Mouni nodded “I got ready for your use. At least you should check what I am offering you.”

“What are you offering me?” Vikas said.

“An easy whore.” Mouni tilted her chin up “I will take your hard use, I will bend over, lie down or be your bitch, fuck me in any position, any hole, any way you like.”

“For just an interview?” Vikas said.

Mouni shook her head “I think we would have a relationship then. I will be your reporter on your leash, you can use me as and when you want and feed me any information that I could use to further my career.”

“So, my very own personal reporter whore?” Vikas said.

“Exactly!” Mouni nodded “And by the way, you don’t know how submissive I really am and how much abuse I can take. You need to try me, take me for a test ride.”

Vikas pulled her close, squeezing her ass cheek, pressing her into him, until her breasts were pressing into his chest. He brushed her hair from her cheek, caressing her face with his left hand as he looked into her eyes. Mouni wrapped her arms around him and met his gaze with confidence but showing her submission at the same time.

“Ok, here is what will happen.” Vikas continued to knead her ass, his thumb rubbing in her ass crack up and down “I am going to a yacht party. I will take you with me. In the car, I am going to fuck your face, and you are going to suck my cock like you were a professional whore. In the party, you will get the basic information about the project as it is a party for the people related to this project only. I will tell you some more about the project there. You can use that to write your first article, you will not write anything about anything that you see or hear there, only about the project.”

Mouni was nodding as he was talking. Leaving herself in his hands. Now she said “And my interview, with you?”

“Next week, I will call you over, then you can have the interview.” Vikas squeezed her ass cheek hard “That time I will bend you over my desk and pound you like you are my personal whore.”

“Mmmm, I love it. I accept it all.” Mouni said “But just one request.”

“What?”

“Please, nail me on the yacht.” She said “Fuck my face in the car, but pound me on the yacht, anywhere you want.”

“No, I will be very busy in the party.” Vikas shook his head.

“I will be easy, very easy for you.” Mouni said “Literally, just grab me and enter me. I won’t give any attitude.”

Vikas shook his head “I will want proper time to break you fully when I fuck you the first time. That party is not a good place for that. Now, do we have a deal?”

Mouni nodded “Sir, you can do to me what you want.”

Vikas grabbed her hair and kissed her hard. Mouni pressed into him, crushing her tits on his chest while he kneaded her buttocks. She parted her lips and took his tongue in her mouth and sucked it deep, moaning in his mouth as he fucked her hot, sweet mouth in and out. She ground her tits on his chest and drank his saliva like she was his slut already.

He slapped her ass as he broke the kiss “Get in the car.”

“I will take her, Sir.” Rakul said at his elbow. She had been doing something else in the lobby and when she saw her boss exploring a new piece, she came over to give him a hand.

Mouni followed Rakul outside. Rakul took her to a black Mercedes SUV and opened the backseat door.

“On your knees.” She told Mouni.

Mouni got in the car and got on her knees in the space in front of the backseat. Rakul pulled open her knees and hiked up her short dress until her pussy was fully visible. She untied Mouni’s halter strap and pulled her dress down to bare her milky white tits.

“Mmmm.” Mouni could not suppress a moan as the cool, air-conditioned air of the car hit her erect nipples.

“You are his fuckmeat now, nothing more.” Rakul told her “Understand?”

Mouni swallowed and nodded “Y...yes!”

Already her pussy was so wet that it was leaking on to her thighs. Rakul left her there. Mouni waited patiently. She was aware of the driver in the front seat, but he had not said anything and Mouni hadn’t even looked at him. She knew Vikas would do anything he wanted to her and she was not in a position to demand privacy. She was not even sure she wanted privacy. There was something incredibly hot in the humiliation of being used like a fucktoy in front of someone else.

Five minutes later, Vikas opened the door and got in. He sat on the seat in front of Mouni and told the driver to start. While the driver was starting the car, Vikas leaned down and grabbed Mouni’s tits. He looked into her eyes, his face just inches away from hers as he crushed her soft, hot tits in both hands and made her whimper.

“You look like a gorgeous piece,” he said “but you will be nothing more than fuckmeat to me.”

Mouni had to swallow before she could speak “Yes, Sir.”

“I have no doubt that you are a smart, intelligent woman and a good reporter.” Vikas pinched her nipples “But when you are with me, you will just be my fucktoy. You will serve my cock like a whore. Whose whore?”

Vikas slapped her breast and Mouni whimpered “Your whore, Sir.”

“And you will follow my instructions about what you can write about me.” Vikas looked in her eyes “Or I will make you regret it.”

“Unh!” Mouni grunted as he crushed her soft, warm tits roughly. “Please! Ah! Main paltu kutiya ki tarah aap ki seva karoongi. Please, le lo meri. I have been waiting so long. Chod do mujhe. Apni kutiya bana lo.”

[I will serve you like a pet bitch...please, take me...fuck me...make me your bitch.]

Vikas sat back and opened his pants. Mouni licked her lips as his long, massive cock came out erect like a flagpole. He put his feet on her smooth, bare thighs and opened his legs. Mouni’s heart was beating fast. She eagerly bent forward and licked his cockhead, licking his warm, clear pre-cum. Then she took his cock in her mouth and started sucking hard.

“Ah!” She cried out and looked at him with moist eyes as his hand connected with her soft cheek in a hard slap.

“Nice and slow, whore.” He told her, caressing her cheek where he had slapped “This is a long ride and you have to show me your whore skills.”

Mouni nodded “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I will be a good whore.”

“You have half an hour.” Vikas said.

“It will be more like an hour, Sir.” The driver said “Traffic is bad.”

Vikas looked down at her. Mouni nodded “Use me as you want.”

She continued sucking him while he stroked her head, combing her silken hair with his fingers. Mouni loved sex and she especially loved kneeling at a man’s feet sucking his dick. Vikas' thick cock was fitting in her mouth with difficulty and as she was having to open her mouth wide the feelings of subservience and vulnerability were combining in her body, making her pussy soaking wet.

It helped with her arousal that Vikas was not taking it easy on her. He was bending over her, looking into her eyes and talking to her in such humiliating, degrading terms that it was setting Mouni’s pussy on fire. She could see that he was a smart man and he knew his worth. That made him impervious to Mouni’s charm and manipulation. She was sucking his cock and feeling herself lucky that he had given her this opportunity to serve him.

“This is your real worth, darling.” He was caressing her smooth cheek, his fingers pushing into her hair “How good you are as a cocksucker, that’s your real worth. You told me a lot of things before, reporter, journalist and all that. It doesn’t impress me. How well can you suck my cock, tell me that? When I want to sink my dick in your holes, will you be a good whore for me? That is what you are worth to me.”

“Unh.” Mouni whimpered as his words made her cunt itch deep inside.

Mouni was a pretty girl with an insane level of sex appeal. She dressed to show off that sex appeal and she loved when men drooled over her. She loved to fuck, for pleasure, and even more for her career, but even when she was fucking a powerful man, she was fucking him, she had control, she could tease him, play with him, manipulate him. But today she was feeling like she was out of her depth. This man knew how to break a woman physically and psychologically. She could understand why stunning beauties like Kiara and Disha talked about him like they were his bitches and she could see that she would have a similar fate, if she were lucky.

She was taking his thick, hard cock deep in her mouth and trying to impress him. She could see the future. Now she will be the one begging to have his cock in her and she would come to him whenever he called. He was talking about sinking his dick in her holes and Mouni was thinking “Yes! Yes, please!”

Taking a firm grip in her hair, Vikas turned her face up and pushed his cock down into her throat. Mouni’s first reaction was panic. She grunted and struggled. Vikas kept her hair in his grip and slapped her cheek. Mouni looked up at him and saw how cool and calm he was. His calm confidence helped soothe her panic and she settled back on her knees, surrendering her body for his use. His cock was throbbing in her throat, fitting so tightly that Mouni could not breathe. She tried to breathe through her nose and tried to be a good whore for him.

“Just a fucktoy, that’s what you are.” He caressed her cheek as he fucked her throat in and out with his meaty, massive beast “You are made for use and abuse. Understand that and accept that. You are nothing more than fuckmeat.”

His words were setting Mouni’s pussy on fire. She could not understand how he could be so calm when his cock was so hard and throbbing in her throat like a beast. Her tears were leaking out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks but she was keeping her eyes in his with an effort, trying to show him her complete and unconditional submission. He leaned down and kneaded her soft, bare breasts which made his cock drive deeper into her throat.

“Unh!” Mouni could not suppress a grunt as her pussy pulsed harder. She could feel her cunt juices leaking on her thighs and her pussy felt like it needed to be entered and drilled in the worst way.

“Who’s my fucktoy?” Vikas asked gently as he kept her in his grip like a bitch on a leash.

There was no way Mouni could talk with his cock jammed so deep down her throat, it was halfway to her stomach. She could taste his pre-cum dripping in her throat and she felt sure he could reach her stomach from here if he really wanted. The feeling of vulnerability was at its peak. Mouni looked up in his eyes and blinked once, hoping he could get what she meant.

“Good girl.” He smiled and Mouni felt happy that he got her answer “Are you for my use and abuse?”

Mouni blinked once. Her pussy was so hot that she was squirming on her knees while letting him fuck her throat.

“Are you good for anything else other than use and abuse like a fuckmeat?” He was kneading her tits and his face was so close that Mouni knew he could see deep into her soul.

She blinked twice.

“Good whore.” He fucked her throat a few times with deep strokes then pulled back.

“Ah!” His cock was still in her mouth when Mouni’s pussy exploded so hard that her whole body shook. Vikas fucked her mouth while she came on the floor of the car. Mouni was astonished by her own body. She had never come like this without touching herself and it was such a hot, powerful orgasm that she could feel it rushing up and down in her body like hot currents. Vikas was fucking her mouth and Mouni was sucking his cock rather than trying to breathe.

“Oh, fuck!” Vikas grunted as his cock erupted in Mouni’s mouth.

“Ungh!” Mouni continued looking up into his eyes while he pumped his creamy, hot cum into her mouth. His first load had hit the back of her throat and almost choked her but it felt smooth and warm when it flowed down her abused throat. She sucked him hard, trying to please him, keen to show him that she was a good whore, his whore, made for his exclusive use.

He sat back and let her suck his cock clean. Mouni breathed through her nose as she sucked his thick cock and ate his cum, feeling proud that he had fed her his cum. She knew she was his bitch now and she planned to have him break her fully as soon as possible.

 

Chapter 7 – Sahay Earns Respect

“Sahu, what are you doing, baby?” Jahnvi came up to him and walked up close. She stood intimately close as she looked at him with her big, beautiful eyes “You are pissing off the photographer, honey.”

“Um...he is just....” Sahay was proud that she was talking to him so lovingly and being intimately close to him in front of everyone, his cock was tingling in his pants “he is being so....he’s groping you, baby.”

“Baby!” She reached out and caressed his cheek “He is my photographer na, honey? I need to be a good girl. You know na ki wo lega meri?”

[You know, right, that he will fuck me?]

“You are the boss’ bitch.” Sahay said quickly.

“I am, for now.” As Jahnvi leaned in, her soft, full breasts pressed on his chest through her sheer dress “Baad mein to wo chodenge na mujhe. And you have taught me that I am fuckmeat. Isn’t that right?”

[Later, he will fuck me, right?]

Sahay’s cock was fully hard now and he was breathing heavily “He....erm...yes, you are, but you are boss’ fuckmeat. He won’t like it if anyone nails his bitch.”

“I know that, baby.” Jahnvi knew the effect her almost naked body was having on her step-brother, she pressed her breasts into his chest and continued to caress his cheek “I won’t do anything while I am restricted to boss, but uske baad mujhe deni padegi na Vansh ko? Na doon?”

[But after that I will have to give it to Vansh, right? Shouldn’t I?]

Sahay swallowed and looked at her “You are a fuckmeat.”

“Exactly.” Jahnvi smiled and rubbed his chest slowly “But you are my trainer, na, I am in your control, honey.”

Sahay’s dick was throbbing now. He put his arm around her soft, warm body and squeezed her, rubbing her back in that sheer dress, feeling her soft warmth under his hands “You are in my control. You are boss’ bitch, but I am the one who will help you become his permanent whore.”

“Aw, you are so sweet.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“Don’t give me a cousin kiss.” He said without thinking.

Jahnvi smiled and looked in his eyes, then leaned in close and pressed her soft, supple lips on his lips. She did not open her lips for his tongue but she kissed his lips fully and firmly. Sahay knew people who could see them. His cock got rock hard with pride and arousal.

“So should I tell him not to touch me,” Jahnvi looked into his eyes “or should I be a good fucktoy?”

“Be a good fucktoy like I have taught you.” He said confidently and squeezed her ass.

“Thank you, baby.” Jahnvi smiled.

He let her go for her next dress change. She had hardly gone when Vansh came up to Sahay.

“Look, bro, I was only doing my job.” His tone was totally different this time as he addressed Sahay “I didn’t know you were her trainer also. Sorry about earlier, ok?”

He extended his hand and Sahay shook it “No problem.”

“So, you train her regularly?” Vansh could not hide his curiosity.

“Every day.” Sahay said proudly.

“What...what do you teach her, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I teach her to be a good fucktoy for the boss.” Sahay said casually “Models have to be good whores for the powerful men, and Vikas Malhotra is the most powerful.”

“He sure is.” Vansh nodded “So, do you teach her practically...like....do you put it in her?”

“I fuck her face regularly.” Sahay was finding it exciting to be able to share this with someone “She needs to learn to be a good cocksucker.”

“With those pouty lips, I bet she is a great cocksucker.” Vansh said wistfully “Do you like...put it in her. Lete ho tum uski?”

[Do you fuck her?]

“Yes. Gaand bhi maarta hoon.” Sahay said boldly though he had put his dick in Jahnvi’s ass only once.