Project Travel 7

(Slut U 7)

Korben Hunter

© Sultry Publications, 2026

Disclaimer

All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. The hero is a fictional character, his world is fictional, the college is a figment of my imagination, and the people the hero 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.

It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.

 

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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 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.

 

There are many sexual situations and activities described in this book where creative licence has been taken to exaggerate reality for erotic effect. Readers are cautioned to not follow anything in this book and always practice safe sex in their lives. This book is fantasy, these characters do not come to harm other than as imagined by the author but the same things can be harmful and dangerous if followed in real life. Please do not take your guidance for sexual activities from this fantasy book.

 

It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.

 

Table of Contents

Introduction

Series Info

Chapter 1 – An Early Morning Collision

Chapter 2 – Sharvari Meets The Legend

Chapter 3 – Kimi Gets Curious

Chapter 4 – Nabha Needs a Favour

Chapter 5 – Nabha Shares All

Chapter 6 – Tara Keeps Her Promise

Chapter 7 – Richa Meets the Man

Chapter 8 – Deepika Does Her Assignment

Chapter 9 – Deepika Knows The Score

Chapter 10 – Chahar Meets A Boy

Chapter 11 – Richa Chadha’s Dilemma

Chapter 12 – Kimi Tries To Negotiate

Chapter 13 Surveen Asks For Help

Chapter 14 – Tony Briefs His Study Mates

Chapter 15 – Nisha Finds An Opportunity

Chapter 16 – Backbenchers Chat

Chapter 17 – Richa Starts Her Training

Chapter 18 – Rashmika Is A Liar

Chapter 19 – Gayatri Reports For Duty

Chapter 20 – Girl Talk

Chapter 21 – Gayatri Wins a Bet

Chapter 22 – Karishma Interferes

Chapter 23 – Shilpa Welcomes A Special Guest

Chapter 24 – Rashmika Goes To The Library

Chapter 25 – The Dean Asks A Favour

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Introduction

Slut U feels like a guilty pleasure and past sins. Guilty pleasure because I do enjoy writing it, and past sins because I started this story with a very fantastical, unrealistic plot and since then I have been trying to atone for that by trying to make it more grounded and a little more realistic. I don't want to make it so grounded that it becomes boring, but I do want to make it realistic enough that it is hot because of that.

 

But in this story, the seventh book, I have a plot arc that needs more fantasy than realism, so I have treated it like that. For the last several books, we have been talking about "the trip," students of Slut U going to a television studio for a day tour, so finally I had to write about the actual trip. Here I run into one of my standard problems - the Marathon Syndrome. In order to keep it a little bit real, at least believable, I have to ration the sex scenes, especially sex scenes with the main character being active; otherwise, it looks like he is on a sex marathon.

 

When we come to scenes where there is a concentrated amount of time, like a party typically, it becomes harder to ration the scenes because there are so many hot women that my hero can fuck and it's a waste of the opportunity to not have him claim at least a few. Thankfully, my readers like that sort of scenes and don't mind a bit of fantasy creeping in if they get to see the dominant hero claiming several stunning beauties. From your feedback I know that you like it even more when there are threesomes and foursomes etc. That gives me a way to have the hero fuck multiple girls without making it look like a marathon.

 

On the tour bus, I have used this as much as I could to make things hot without having it look unrealistic. I hope I have found the right balance there. I also don't like it when things keep dragging on so I made sure that the travel part of the tour finishes within this book and the group reaches the TV studio. In the next book, I will have these same problems again.

 

But what do you care about my problems? You enjoy this story where Tony is a formidable beast and the girls he pounds in this story are some of the hottest ones.

 

I'll wait to hear what you think of it.

 

Thank you,

Korben Hunter

Series Info

There is a fictional college somewhere in Bombay in India where all the courses focus on teaching pretty girls how to take advantage of their beauty to get success in any field. Basically it teaches them to be sluts to get what they want. The popular name for the college is Slut U though the official name maybe different.

 

It’s not a well-known college as far as the general public is concerned but those who may find it useful, get to know about it. These include potential actresses, models, fashion designers, businesswomen, beauty queens etc. There are courses here for boys as well where they learn how to use their own sex appeal or use beautiful girls in real life for success.

 

All the subjects in this college are unabashedly sexual, for example “Slutting in Hospitality”, “Slutting in Drama”, “Slutting in Business” or “Slutting in Show Business.” They are courses in Slut U with various modules being taught in them at undergrad and postgrad level. The female professors in Slut U are also slutty and dress up like sluts. They are allowed to fuck students within the rules of the college. Students are also allowed to have sex with each other as long as they follow the college rules. There are male professors in the college as well and they also enjoy fucking female students within the parameters set by the college.

 

The story revolves around Tony Parashar who is a third year male postgrad student in Slut U. He is brilliant in study and expert in seducing girls. In the first story you met him and saw him claim his sexy classmates and also choose a project guide for his research project.

 

In the second book, he is working on setting up his project framework but at the same time you get glimpses of his past and see what has gone before in his relationship with some of the main characters. Hopefully, this will give you an idea of what Tony is like and help you enjoy his adventures even more.

 

While he is busy enjoying his life and focusing on his studies there are certain forces of darkness working against him and threatening his very existence at the college.

 

The third story sees Tony using his weekend to work on his project but being interrupted repeatedly by temptation. He can not turn his back on someone who needs help and he just cannot ignore a hot, slutty babe that needs to be broken and tamed. This is the story of a part of his weekend.

 

In the fourth book, Tony continues to interact with the stunning babes in his life and if anything, he acquires even more. You get to have more insight into the Slut U everyday life while following Tony on his erotic journey from day to day.

 

Tony’s story continues in book 5 as he takes the legendary Madhuri Dixit to dinner with her husband. Tony is a dominant man who loves to have power and this power works like a charm not only on Madhuri but many other stunning, beautiful women. In this book, Tony exercises that power to tame breathtaking beauties but also continues to grow his power in his own style.

 

Book 6 focuses on a field trip planned for the college students to go to a TV studio and learn about slutting in Show Business firsthand. The story covers the events of the days just before the trip and gets into the beginning of the trip itself. As the trip is quite monumental in how the story is shaped and even hint at its future, the rest of the trip will be covered in detail in book 7 and perhaps some in book 8 as well.

 

In book 7, the trip is underway and as you wold expect, a tour bus from Slut U would not be without excitement. While Tony is having fun on the bus, you see other characters Rashmika, AB, Karishma etc. doing their own thing back at the college.

 

Happy reading!

Photos

As you would have noticed, I use the dresses that the female characters wear not just for adornment of the character’s body but also as a device for flirting, make-out etc. All those actions will be based on the description that I provide for the dress or outfit. For the last several books I have been using AI to generate images for these dresses and I try to get them as close to my description as possible.

 

The technology has been changing and upgrading at a rapid pace, so rapidly in fact that sometimes the tools, technology and my own techniques change while I am writing a book with the effect that some of the dresses in the book are made from a different technique while others may be the output of a new technique. You may even notice some of these differences.

 

Most of all, I would be interested to get your feedback on the photos, if they helped in getting an idea of the design of the dresses, did they add to your enjoyment of the story or was it the other way around?

 

Based on your feedback I will decide if I want to spend time creating these photos for the future books or not.

 

Thank you.

 

Chapter 1 – An Early Morning Collision

The two girls almost collided with each other as they both tried to get onto the bus at the same time.

“Oh, sorry.” They both apologised and moved back.

“You go ahead.”

“No, it’s ok, you go ahead.”

“Look, you look senior to me, you should go in first.”

“What are you doing?”

“Slutting in Business. Research candidate.”

“Well, I am only in third year, you should go first.”

“Look, what’s your name?”

“Yami,” she said. “And you?”

“Sharvari.”

They shook hands.

“Look, you are in a hurry, you look hotter than me and your dress is just mind-blowing.” Sharvari said, “You have every right to go in first.”

“No way, you look way hotter, and your dress is wow!” Yami said. “And you are my senior.”

“What if the bus leaves while we are still arguing?” Sharvari smiled.

“Ummm, then?”

“As your senior, I order you to go first.” Sharvari grinned.

“Ok, you win.” Yami said. “Thank you.”

Yami was also older than Sharvari but Sharvari was smart enough to not mention that. Yami climbed the steps of the bus, with Sharvari right behind her. As she walked through the central aisle she could see Tony lying down on the back seat with Pooja sitting on the window seat. She knew enough to guess that Tony was sleeping in Pooja’s lap. She saw Pooja bend over and say something to Tony.

“Good morning, baby,” Yami said as she stepped near him.

“Late, whore?” Tony didn’t open his eyes.

“Not really. Well, a little,” Yami said. “I am sorry. I wanted to find the perfect dress so you would be proud of me.”

“And what did you find?” he said.

“Check na,” Yami said. “I am right here for your inspection.”

Tony didn’t open his eyes. He said, “Does she look worth inspecting, Pooji?”

“Yes, Sir.” Pooja nodded. “She looks damn hot. Totally slutty.”

Then Tony opened his eyes and looked up at Yami.

 

She was wearing a one-shoulder dress with a deep cleavage and such a tight design that the fabric looked translucent. It was extremely short and bared her legs all the way to her upper thighs. Lying down, Tony could see her bare smooth pussy clearly.

He put his hand on her leg and caressed behind her thigh slowly. “You look fuckable.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Yami smiled happily at his approval.

“So, just because I am lying down I won’t get a kiss from my whore?” he said.

“Don’t say that,” Yami said in a hurt voice. “Sitting, standing or lying down, you are still my owner. You will get whatever you want.”

She put her knee on the seat between his legs, then slowly lay down on top of him, her soft breasts pressing into his chest through the thin dress. She brought her face on top of his and pressed her lips on his. Tony kissed her back, his tongue immediately pushing into her mouth. Yami parted her lips and tangled her tongue with his as it explored her hot, sweet mouth. His saliva was mixing with hers and she was moaning as she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Tony rubbed her smooth back which was fully naked in that dress except for a single strap. As his hands moved down to her ass, Yami opened her legs. Her dress was so short that when he kneaded her ass cheeks his fingers rounded the short hem and dug into her fleshy, bare buttocks. Just like Pooja, Yami had also stopped wearing panties when she became Tony’s property. He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her smooth, shaved pussy while they shared the hot, lustful kiss.

“Mmmh.” Yami grunted as he pushed two fingers into her cunt and moved them in and out. Yami ground her pussy on his cock, squirming uncontrollably as his fingers teased her G-spot and his cock throbbed against her pussy.

“Yo! Miss Whore!” Pooja said, “Please keep in mind that he is lying on my lap. You are putting your weight also on my leg.”

“Oh, I am sorry, baby.” Yami lifted herself with her elbows and pressed her lips on Pooja’s lips.

“Mmmm.” Pooja moaned but kissed her back. The two gorgeous girls shared a kiss that was not as intense as with Tony but still intimate and hot. Their tongues talked to each other and they shared saliva like two lovers. Tony had fucked them both together many times and used them in other ways like footstools or cock parking. They were both very familiar with each other’s bodies and had no inhibitions with each other. Although neither of them was into girls, on Tony’s orders they had been quite intimate with each other and were always willing to serve him together.

They broke the kiss when they both got breathless. Yami cupped Pooja’s cheek and said, “You are so delicious.”

Pooja smiled, “Thank you, dear. But listen, boss needs rest; he didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Let me guess whose fault that was.” Yami looked at her accusingly.

“Arre yaar, main unki kutiya hoon, wo lenge to main doongi hi na?” Pooja said.

[Oh man, I am his bitch, if he nails me then I will spread, won't I?]

“Mhmm.” Yami nodded, her eyes calling her a slut. “Alright. Let him sleep. I will massage his legs.”

Nobody needed to ask Tony. They were his devoted whores and knew what he liked. They were always ready to serve him in any way he needed. Yami sat down towards the bottom of the seat, took his legs on her lap and started massaging them slowly, running her soft warm hands along his thighs, which was comforting but also arousing. She could see his cock getting hard in his pants, but she knew that he could sleep easily with an erection.

“Where were you last night, whore?” Tony didn’t use anyone’s name, but Yami knew he was talking to her.

“I was in my flat, Sir,” she said, rubbing and massaging his legs. “You had said you wanted to sleep alone, so I didn’t come up. I knew you would want to drill me. Obviously, some people didn’t respect your wishes.”

She looked obliquely at Pooja.

“He needed a cock parking,” Pooja said defensively. “It was my duty to submit.”

“But you weren’t just cock parking, I bet,” Yami said. “You must have begged him to nail you first, like you always do.”

“He drilled both my holes,” Pooja said proudly, “but he needed to, he wanted to. He is my owner, yaar. Wo meri gaand maarenge to marwaoungi na?”

[If he wants to fuck my ass, I will take it, of course.]

“You say it like—”

Tony lifted his hand and slapped Yami’s breast. “I am trying to rest, whores.”

“Ah!” Yami’s body tingled with the hot pain. “Sorry, Master.”

“I am sorry, Master,” Pooja said.

Tony squeezed Pooja’s breast. “Now shut up and let me sleep.”

He closed his eyes. Pooja gently stroked his head while Yami massaged his legs.

“Uh, oh.” It had not been a minute when Yami mumbled, “Looks like you won’t get sleep just yet, Sir. Saif Sir is coming this way like he wants to talk to you.”

Chapter 2 – Sharvari Meets The Legend

Tony sighed and sat up. No matter what he did to his wife in private, in public he had to respect Saif as a professor. He stood up as Saif approached him.

“Hello, Sir,” he said.

“Tony, this is Sharvari Wagh.” Saif moved aside to show the girl who was following him. “She is my research candidate. She wanted to meet you to ask some help. She is a brilliant student.”

Sharvari moved past Saif and stood close to Tony. “Hello, Sir.”

Took looked her over. The girl was definitely smoking hot and she knew her sex appeal. She had a sweet, oval face and charming, beautiful features. She was wearing a tight latex micromini dress that was so thin that it hugged her curves in a visible, sexy way. It was a one-shoulder dress but the one shoulder strap was so thin and flimsy that the dress was effectly a strapless dress and a very deeply strapless at that, her young, full breasts were pushing the dress open and were always in the danger of spilling out of the plunging neckline. Tony got the feeling that her nipples would pop out of the dress even if she took a deep breath. Her shapely, fair legs were fully naked, all the way to her upper thighs in that super short dress. She was wearing black high heels with eight inch heels and four inch high platforms. There were thin straps wrapped around her fair legs, tying around her knees.

 

Though her body was totally dynamite, it was her slutty, submissive smile that was raising her sex appeal tenfold. She stood with her legs open and her hands behind her back for Tony’s inspection. This pushed her fair, firm breasts up, making it even more likely that they would break out of the tight dress. As Tony explored her with his eyes, she deliberately turned to thank Saif so that Tony could see that her dress was fully backless except for that one fragile strap and her ass crack was just barely covered. The dress was tight and short, which meant that she could not even bend a knee without flashing her bare, pantyless pussy to everybody behind her.

She turned to face Tony again and smiled, “It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

“Likewise, darling,” Tony said. He put his hand lightly on her hip and Sharvari quickly took a half-step forward, putting her hand on his chest, giving him easy access to wrap his arm around her slender waist. Her smile was sweet and encouraging as his hand rested on her lower back, just above her ass crack.

“I appreciate you letting me meet you today; I know you are very busy,” Sharvari said, saying anything just to stay in his arms and giving him a chance to caress her smooth, bare back.

“Not at all.” Tony let his fingers graze on her soft, warm skin. “What are you studying?”

“Slutting in Business, Sir.” Sharvari moved her hand softly on his chest. “My dad is a businessman; I plan to join him and take over from him in due course.”

“Good.” Tony kept his left hand on her back, and brought his right hand up, running his finger down her chest, feeling her soft skin highly arousing. “What is your research topic?”

“Effect of Slutty Attire and Shoes in Business with a Correlation of Age and Company Size.” Like all research scholars, Sharvari knew her topic by heart. “Basically studying if female businesswomen have to dress more slutty as they get older and how it affects their business success.”

“Sounds fascinating.” Tony moved his right hand down slowly, the back of his fingers grazing lightly on the bare slopes of her full, firm tits. “But darling, I don’t know anything about business. My degree is in show business.”

“Please, don’t brush me off, Sir.” Sharvari pushed her chest up, encouraging him to play with her tits. “I know you study budgets and contract negotiations in show business. I would appreciate it if you could take me in hand and teach me some of the skills. I learn fast, Sir.”

“And she sucks cock so well,” Saif said from behind her, trying to help her. He could not see how Tony was playing with her and felt like she was striking out.

Sharvari winced. It was true that she had had Saif’s cock in her mouth many times and it was also very obvious that she was more than willing to take Tony’s dick in her mouth or in any other hole but by stating the obvious, Saif had ruined the flirty, seductive vibe between Sharvari and Tony.

“Is that so?” Tony squeezed Sharvari’s breast and slowly rubbed the bare slope of her firm breast in a smooth circle, feeling the warmth of her skin with his thumb. He kept looking in her eyes as he said, “And how do you know, Professor?”

“Erm... I... I am.... I am her guide.” Saif was floundering like he had been caught doing something illegal when he was well within his rights to fuck his research students, but he was not bold and fearless like Tony and his face was getting red. “Consultations.... and practical tips, you know... and....”

“Have you had your project guide in your mouth, Sharvari?” Tony said in a disbelieving voice while he kneaded her soft breast in his strong fingers.

“In all my holes, Sir.” Sharvari nodded with a sad expression. “He fucks me so often. Please, save me from this horny professor, Sir?”

She put both her hands on his chest, but in the process she pulled her dress down a little, fully baring her left breast for his hand.

“I don’t know how I could save you, Sharvari.” Tony grabbed her full breast and squeezed it hard, until he could feel her heartbeat through her flesh. “Every project guide has a right to teach in his own way.”

Sharvari shifted her weight and bit her lip as Tony’s hand caused hot pain to travel down her body, from her breast to her pussy. “Oh, Sir.”

“Besides, you are such a hot piece of ass,” Tony pinched her nipple, “even if I were your project guide I would....”

“What do you mean, Sir?” Sharvari looked at him with big, innocent eyes. “Aap bhi meri lete?”

[Would you also nail me?]

“Main to roz leta, sweetheart.” Tony moved his left hand down and cupped her tight, shapely ass cheek. “Har project meeting mein tumhari gaand maarta.”

[I would nail you every day... I would fuck your ass in every project meeting.]

“Oh, Sir.” Sharvari was now squirming in her whore heels, both from what his hands were doing to her and what his words were doing to her pussy. “Aur kya karte aap mere saath?”

[And what else would you do with me?]

Saif didn’t know what was happening, but he could see Tony’s hand on her ass, and the way her voice was breaking, he was getting the feeling that she was falling under his spell. He had expected that.

“Like you said, I am busy today, darling.” Tony was still kneading her hot, naked breast. “Let’s continue this another time. Maybe I will be able to help you.”

“Maybe I can bring over my notebook and a bottle of whisky one night,” Sharvari suggested, looking into his eyes, “and you could give me some private tuition all night?”

“That could be arranged.” Tony’s dick was so hard it was outlined in his pants, but he was ignoring it as he looked at her. “But overnight study sessions are usually quite hard and more than a little rough.”

Sharvari moved her arm subtly, using the cover of her body, and cupped his dick in her hand. She rubbed it softly as she met his gaze. “I prefer hard studying, Sir, and rough sessions are actually preferable.”

Tony nodded. “Let’s meet up later then; I will try to give you some useful tips that you would remember for a long time.”

“Oh, that would be lovely, Sir.” Sharvari kept her hand on his dick. “While we are travelling, may I be of assistance to you? I am not asking for you to teach me, just can I be of use?”

“What do you mean?” he said.

“I noticed you had a pillow for your head,” Sharvari looked towards Pooja, “but no pillow for your feet.”

“And?” He raised his eyebrows.

“My breasts are soft and firm, Sir,” Sharvari said boldly. “You would like them under your feet.”

Tony looked at her breasts as he squeezed her left breast. “Can you handle that?”

“It would be an honour to be your foot pillow, Sir.” Sharvari nodded.

“Ok.” Tony nodded.

Sharvari thanked Saif and turned her attention completely to Tony. She quickly lowered her single strap and bared both her young, firm tits as she went to sit on the back seat where Tony would put his feet. She sat down there cross-legged, Indian style, on the seat.

Tony lay down as before, his head on Pooja’s thigh, his legs on Yami’s lap and his feet now in Sharvari’s lap. Sharvari took his shoes and socks off. She leaned forward so his feet were resting on her bare tits, pressing the soft, fleshy mounds softly. She started to gently massage his feet, pressing her hot breasts on the soles of his feet. Saif was watching this open-mouthed. He was a professor and he fucked the hot students in his class but he did not have a devoted harem like this. He went back to his seat in a state of awed daze.

Nabha was entering the bus just as Saif was getting back to his seat. She walked to Ritesh who had saved her a seat next to him, but even as he was helping her put her bag in the overhead bin, Nabha was watching what was happening in the backseat. She almost didn’t hear what Ritesh said.

“Huh, baby?” she said.

“I said you are looking incredible!” Ritesh repeated.

“Oh, thank you, honey.” She smiled.

 

Not just Ritesh but other guys on the bus were also drooling at the sight of Nabha as well. She was wearing an ethnic dress which was dazzling and slutty at the same time. It had two thin tank straps and a cleavage that had to be seen to be believed. It was so deep that her fair, full breasts were popping out of it, her nipples just barely covered. The material was so thin that it was translucent and the darker shape of her nipples could be seen protruding as her nipples were getting harder already.

Below that a sheer piece of fabric connected the top to the skirt part, but left her midriff bare from the sides. The skirt itself was fully sheer and her shaved pussy could be seen if she stood still; the glittery fabric was nice to look at but not a real cover. It had come as a long skirt with a slit to her thigh joint, but Nabha had had it altered into a micromini as she knew Tony preferred his sluts in short dresses. The slit was still there and that made the dress even more revealing, flashing glimpses of her bare pussy if she took a long step. She wasn’t going to take any long steps in her whore heels though and not just because she had left her panties in her room.

She had a matching gold wrap around her shoulders but this was also fully sheer and didn’t cover anything. Her back was fully bare except for a couple of string straps and visible through the wrap. In front, she held the wrap open so it didn’t block the view, thugh if she wanted to she could use the wrap to cover her pussy as her dress was fully see-through.

“Baby, I will go see if Tony needs any help.” Nabha said.

“No, he said he will sleep on the bus.” Ritesh said.

“Yes, but there’s nobody to....it’s okay. Let me go.” She said and walked quickly toward the back of the bus.

Nabha could see the three beautiful girls taking care of Tony – Pooja stroking his head, Yami massaging his left leg, Sharvari serving as his footrest. She took off her wrap, folded it up and put it on the floor next to the seat. There she knelt on it, using it as a cushion and stared massaging Tony’s right leg.

Tony reached for her neck as he opened his eyes. He rubbed her neck as he said, “What are you doing, cunt?”

“Just serving you, baby.” Nabha smiled. “You rest.”

“You are looking hot,” he said, letting his hand slide down to her soft, full breast, kneading it firmly.

“Thank you, honey.” Nabha’s smile got brighter. “Baad mein chod lena, abhi rest kar lo.”

[You can fuck me later. You rest now. ]

But even as she was speaking, she slipped her tank strap off her shoulder and bared her left breast fully. She resumed massaging his leg while he kneaded her hot, firm breast. He closed his eyes but continued to knead her breast and rub her nipple with his thumb.

Nabha was feeling happy. Two nights ago, she had served as his cock parking. Now he was not only letting her massage his leg, but he was groping her like she was his fucktoy. She didn’t know if she could ever become an official part of his stable, but things were looking hopeful that she might become his casual, regular fucktoy. Nabha would love that. She smiled when he stopped squeezing her breast and she knew that he had fallen asleep with her breast in his grip. She reduced the massaging pressure on his leg and started to think of ways to get his dick inside her during today’s trip.

When the bus pulled out toward the college main entrance, Tony was fast asleep being served by four smoking hot babes like a king being served by his loyal slave girls.

Chapter 3 – Kimi Gets Curious

Kimi entered the bus and brought a visual commotion. Not just the male students but even the male teachers who were already on board craned their necks to check her out. She walked in and looked for a locker to put her purse. Five guys got up to help her. She looked around for a seat. Ten men offered a seat next to them.

She deserved such attention today. She was a mature woman but still fit and beautiful. Her slender body today was adorned in the boldest and sluttiest dress possible. It was a yellow full-sleeve dress that was extremely short and fully sheer. And still, it had a deep scoop neck that showed her full, mature tits sagging under their own weight in a mouth-wateringly bold cleavage. The fabric of her dress had some glitter in it, but it just made it more classy than trashy without actually covering anything. Her fair breasts and even her nipples were visible if anybody looked.

The dress was too short to cover her thighs, even her upper thighs. Her pussy was only covered partially, part of the time by virtue of the wrinkles in the glittery fabric. If she stood still and kept her legs open, in the right light, everything was visible, especialy as Kimi had not even considereed wearing panties today. She was wearing yellow boots with nine inch high heels and five inch platforms, which accentuated the nakedness of her thighs and made things even more dangerous in the front and back.

 

In the back, the dress was going the extra mile to earn the title of slut dress. It had no back at all and Kimi had a smooth back which was a treat to watch. But the dress didn’t just bare her back, it dipped dangerously low on her ass and exposed half of her ass crack. It was meant to be worn with a little thong, in clubs where the light is dim. Kimi was wearing it boldly in day, with no panties, which was raising its sex appeal a thousand times.

John Abraham got out of his seat to beat the other people vying for her attention. Right now he was considering the assignment that the dean had given him a treat. He pointed to the seat with a flourish, “I saved you a seat, ma’am. Would you like window or aisle?”

“Oh, aisle is fine, thank you, dear,” Kimi said. “I am waiting for a friend to come on board, then I might sit with them.”

It took John a minute to figure out that she might be talking about Tony. When AB had given him the assignment to keep her safe from Tony, he had not told John that Kimi herself might be interested in getting under Tony. That made his job difficult. He thought about giving her the window seat and physically trapping her there, but he realised it was a stupid idea. He sat down in the window seat and let Kimi sit next to him. He got a whiff of her sexy perfume and could not keep his cock from flexing in his pants. He stole a look at her. She looked dynamite in that dress.

“You look amazing, ma’am,” he said when she caught him looking.

“Thank you, dear.” Kimi smiled. “What’s your name?”

“John Abraham, ma’am.”

“Do you know Tony Parashar?” Kimi said.

“Yes, ma’am. We are in the same class,” he said.

“Oh, nice. You are friends then?” Kimi smiled.

“Well, kind of,” John lied.

“Has he come on board yet?”

“No, I haven’t seen him yet,” John said. “He might be late. He is always busy with girls.”

“Oh, I see,” Kimi said. “I hope he will make it in time.”

“Don’t worry. Madhu ma’am won’t let the bus start without him,” John said, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He had seen how stunning Madhuri looked this morning and it burnt his heart to think that Tony had fucked her ass and even pumped his cum in her. He still had a copy of the video from his night with Madhuri.

Kimi got the feeling that John didn’t want to talk about Tony and maybe the two were not great friends. She stopped asking about Tony and let John talk about the casual things that she had no interest in. She was suffering through this when suddenly she heard Tony’s name.

She looked around and saw that there was a group of girls in the right row, one row ahead of hers. The right row had three seats together and these girls who seemed to be good friends were chattering away. Kimi listened closely and heard Tony’s name again. Now she could not help herself.

“Erm... excuse me, girls,” Kimi said, leaning forward, “are you talking about Tony? Tony Parashar?”

“Yes, ma’am,” one girl said. She assumed from Kimi’s age that she must be a teacher.

“Oh, do you know him?” Kimi said.

“Yes, ma’am,” the first girl said.

Another girl peeked from behind her and said, “Tara is practically his bitch. She’s going to join his stable.”

“Shhh! Nisha!” Tara said. “Don’t say things like that.” She turned to Kimi. “Yes, ma’am, we know him. I have helped him once in studies.”

“And you have been under him?” Kimi asked in a low voice.

Tara nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Nisha said, “Twice he has been inside her.”

“And your friends, too?” Kimi said.

“No, ma’am, just inside me,” Tara said. “They have yet to meet him.”

“She is going to introduce us,” Nisha said again.

“Can I talk to you... erm... privately for a minute?” Kimi said.

“Sure, ma’am,” Tara said.

John hadn’t got all of it, but he didn’t like what he heard. There wasn’t anything he could do, though, as Kimi got up and went to sit with Tara in the empty seat behind Tara’s seat. The two continued talking in low voices that John could not hear.

“You said you helped him study,” Kimi said, “how did you help him?”

“Oh, just looking up stuff, ma’am.” Tara tried not to give away the secrets of Tony’s life. “Finding books, chapters, that sort of thing. There were other girls too, helping the same way.”

“How many?” Kimi was curious.

“Six in total, ma’am,” Tara said. “Mostly from freshers.”

“Oh. And you only helped him study?” Kimi said. “Usne li nahin tumhari?”

[He didn’t nail you?]

“Ji, ma’am, li na. Erm... it was just casual.” Tara was finding it hard to keep things private without lying as Kimi was asking for details.

[Yes, he did fuck...]

Kimi sensed her reticence. She said, “Tara, I won’t tell anyone. I am only asking for my own curiosity.”

“Ma’am, sex for Tony Sir is as casual as breathing. And we are just fucktoys for his pleasure, for any need he may have.” Tara told her about the way Tony had lined the six girls up and fucked them in round-robin style while learning other stuff from books.

“All six of you, at once?” Kimi was astounded. “Sabko ek saath choda usne?”

[He nailed you all together?]

“Well, there was only space for four girls on the sofa, and two were helping him with books,” Tara clarified. “But, we rotated and he drilled all four of us in the same session.”

“Can I ask... I mean, would you mind if I ask which hole did he drill?” Kimi was squirming and even Tara could see that she was getting aroused by this conversation. Her dress was fully sheer and Tara could see her nipples getting hard.

“Dono ma’am,” Tara said easily this time. “Pehle hamaari choot mein daala, phir hamaari gaand bhi maari, sab ki.”

[Both, ma’am. First he put it in our cunts then he drilles our asses, all of our asses.]

“Oh.” Kimi squirmed on the seat. “But he was distracted with the studies, so he must have just dipped his cock in you girls?”

“No, ma’am. Poora andar tak daala.” Tara shook her head. “He was equally good in learning and fucking. Jab gaand maari to... we were screaming, ma’am. He was very thorough, he broke us all. We were all sore after that; my ass is still sore today though it was two days ago that he sodomized me.”

[He went fully deep. When he fucked our ass...]

“Oh, my!” Kimi said “Was this your first time under him?”

“He had been inside me before. I was his breakfast the day after he picked me from the Fresher....from the common room, ma’am.” Tara said “That time also he fucked all my holes. In fact, I was sore for more....hey!”

As the bus started to move, Tara got up “Hey! The bus is starting! Tony Sir is not onboard yet. We can’t leave him behind!”

“Maybe he changed his mind.” Paresh Rawal looked back from the front seat near the steps “The bus won’t wait for anyone.”

“No! He wouldn’t change his mind.” Tara said loudly, not thinking about the fact that she was talking back to a teacher “He has been studying too hard for this trip. He has been preparing for –“

Tara stopped in time as she remembered that Tony’s involvement in the drection of the TV show had to be a secret because it was not officially sanctioned by the college.

“Yeah, preparing for what?” Paresh said in a tone that suggested that he knew something.

“He... he just wouldn’t change his mind,” Tara said, panicking as the bus kept moving towards the campus gate. “We have to stop the bus.”

She started to squeeze past Kimi to go to the driver. There were some other girls also who looked like they would support her.

Madhuri looked back from her seat. “Darling, what’s your name?”

“Er... Tara Sutaria, ma’am,” Tara said. “We have to stop the bus, ma’am!”

“Tara, don’t worry, sweetheart,” Madhuri said. “We are not leaving Tony behind. He is on board. He was the first one to board.”

“He was?” Tara looked around.

With everybody milling about in the aisles before the bus started, Tara had not got a clear view of the backseat where Tony was. Kimi hadn’t seen him either.

“Yes, he was very tired, so he is sleeping in the back,” Madhuri said.

“Oh. Thank you, ma’am.” Tara again started to go out to go back.

“You can’t go there yet, Tara,” Madhuri said. “Let him rest.”

“I was just going to say hello.” Tara stopped.

“You can do that when he wakes up.” Madhuri smiled. “It’s a long journey, he won’t sleep the whole way. Nobody can sleep through the Bombay potholes.”

“Oh. Thank you, ma’am,” Tara said.

“You are welcome,” Madhuri said. “Just relax, OK. It’s all fine.”

Tara looked back and noticed Pooja and Yami. Then she noticed Sharvari sitting topless. She knew she could not see Tony fully but she knew that was his style. She relaxed and sat down.

Nabha had come back after Tony fell asleep. Yami had pointed out to her that it was not safe to stay in the aisle when the bus would move, she would get in trouble. She was now sitting with Ritesh. She watched Tara’s protest and the whole thing. She got up and came to her seat.

“Don’t worry, Tara,” Nabha told her. “When he wakes up, he will probably call me over. I will take you with me.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.” Tara didn’t think she needed her help in this but she didn’t want to be rude to a senior.

“You know him well then?” Kimi asked.

“I am his bitch, ma’am.” Nabha smiled proudly. “I practically live at his place.”

“But you are dating Ritesh Sir, no?” Tara said. “That night when you came....”

“Yes, yes, that’s a long story,” Nabha said.

“Well, take a seat,” Kimi said, making space for her.

“Sure.” Nabha slid in beside Kimi.

“Tony has been inside you then?” Kimi said.

“Many times,” Nabha said proudly again. “He has broken me very thoroughly.”

“And now you are dating... er.... Ritesh?” Kimi said.

“His roommate.” Nabha nodded.

“So, then.... help me understand your relationship with Tony,” Kimi said.

“Well, I will have to go back to when it started then, ma’am,” Nabha said.

Kimi shrugged. “Well, it’s a long journey.”

“Alright.” Nabha smiled. “It started when I needed help for my year-end project of first year.....”

Chapter 4 – Nabha Needs a Favour

“Are you ready?” Neha said, entering Nabha’s flat. “Oh, wow! You look amazing, bro!”

“Thanks.” Nabha blushed.

“But what is this, panties? No no, no. Nabha, no panties! I told you.”

“Neha, but look at this dress, it’s so see-through. My pussy will show.”

Nabha was wearing a sparkly gold dress with a deep cleavage and sheer fabric. It had glitter in the fabric but while it gave the dress a look of class, it was not sufficient to cover her fair skin peeking through the sheer dress. The deep cleavage was barely able to contain her heavy breasts and looked like it might give in at any moment. With the dress being so sheer a strong hint of her nipples and areolas was also visible. Her little thong was clearly visible and Nabha was right that her pussy would show through the sheer dress if she took it off. First year students were forbidden to wear a bra by the seniors and Nabha was already conscious about her breasts which looked like they might pop out of the dress any second.

“I am not introducing you to Tony like that,” Neha said firmly.

“Please, Neha, I need him,” Nabha protested. “Anushka ma’am said he is the only one who can help me with my project.”

“To kachchhi utaar,” Neha said in a final tone.

[Then take off your panties]

Nabha sighed and pulled down her thong.

“Good. Now, where are your shoes?” Neha said. “Wear the club heels, the ones with platforms, ok? Tony likes those. He calls those whore heels.”

“He is right. They give me a whore feeling when I wear them,” Nabha smiled.

“You didn’t say how I look,” Neha said.

 

Neha was wearing a gold off-shoulder dress that was so thin that it visibly conformed to her curves. Her big, heavy breasts were ready to spill out of the deep, daring cleavage. The hem of the dress ended just below the curve of her ass cheeks. The bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out when she walked. In front, her pussy was just barely covered if she stood still. She was not wearing panties and if she took a long step her bare, smooth pussy flashed boldly. She was wearing gold stilettos with nine-inch high heels and five-inch platforms. She was sex on two legs and she knew it.

“You look mind-blowing, Neha, but you always do,” Nabha said. “But yaar, no panties? Even your pussy is peeking out. It’s a college function, yaar.”

“It may be a college function but I have dressed for Tony and you need to do the same,” Neha said. “He is very particular about how his girls should dress.”

“You are really his girl now?” Nabha said.

“He owns my ass, darling,” Neha said proudly.

“Then he might not even look at me,” Nabha said.

“He would,” Neha said. “I am not the only girl he owns and I told you he likes to help people. Just explain to him your problem and be ready to pay his price.”

“What will be the price? I am not rich, you know that.”

“Price will be you. I told you, na, teri liye bina help nahin karega wo,” Neha said. “Tu degi na?”

[...no, he won't help without fucking you... You will spread, right?]

Nabha’s cheeks were turning pink. She nodded.

“Come on then, let’s go,” Neha said.

It was still twenty minutes later that they could leave the hotel. The function was in the administration wing on the rooftop. They walked down and saw many more girls dressed bold and slutty like them. Still, Neha and Nabha got a lot of male attention even before they reached the party. They started looking for Tony in the crowd.

Nabha spotted him first talking to a group of guys and girls. She pointed him out to Neha. They went over and Neha said hello to him. He turned and took her in his arms. Neha put her arms around his neck and the two kissed. The way they sucked each other’s lips Nabha wondered if they knew they were in public. She saw Tony’s hands travel down Neha’s back, caressing her smooth, bare back before moving down, caressing and squeezing, until he reached her firm, shapely ass. He slipped his hands under her short dress and squeezed her ass cheeks. Nabha felt shocked but Neha just moaned in his mouth and continued sucking his tongue.

After a long, passionate kiss, they parted but Neha stayed close to Tony, with his arm wrapped around her waist. She introduced Nabha.

“I told you na, my classmate in Slutting in Fashion who needs help with her project?” she said. “This is her, Nabha Natesh. Nabha, this is Tony.”

“Hi!” Nabha said and offered her hand.

“You are a beautiful piece, Nabha.” Tony shook her hand.

“Th...thank you,” Nabha said. She was used to guys complimenting her but not in that way. Neha was signalling Nabha to hug Tony, but Nabha didn’t have the courage. She just shook his hand and stood there awkwardly.

“Baby, dance, please?” Neha said.

“Sure.” Tony took her hand and led her towards the dance floor, which was already quite crowded.

Neha beckoned Nabha to come with them. Nabha followed but didn’t follow them all the way in. The dance floor was full of people grinding and gyrating with each other without paying attention to the music. Neha put her arms around Tony’s neck and started to dance very close to him, pressing her breasts on his chest and her bare thighs rubbing on his thighs.

It was very embarrassing for Nabha to watch but she could not look away either. She was quite different from Neha but the two were in the same class and had a casual friendship. It was only when she needed help with her project that they had become friends. Nabha had complained to Anushka Shetty, who was her teacher, that she was having trouble finding the subjects for her research. Anushka had told Nabha that she might need help to finish her project. Neha had heard them and offered her help. She offered to introduce Nabha to Tony. Anushka had supported this idea wholeheartedly and told Neha to actively help Nabha.

Nabha had heard about Tony, of course, but she was not the kind of girl who would go and seek out a guy like him, even if she needed help. Neha and Nabha had met a few times to discuss her project and Neha had assured Nabha that Tony would be able to help her. Nabha was not sure that he could, but she was worried about some other things more. Unlike Neha and most other girls at Slut U, Nabha was not a true slut.

She was not a virgin by any means. She had been having sex for several years and she liked it, but she was not sure she was good at it; she was definitely not bold enough to be called a slut. She would not have joined Slut U if she had not been given this advice by her fashion design teacher in her undergraduate degree. She wanted to be a fashion designer and she agreed with her teacher that slut skills were essential for that line of business. Her parents had agreed to let her go, but they had nothing more to give except their blessings. Nabha was smart enough that she had won a full scholarship.

At the college also, she had fucked a few boys for her assignments, but she tried to select the guys who were shy and introverted like her. They were usually not very good at sex, but the assignments were completed.

On the other hand, Neha was at the college because her father owned a textile business and she was planning to contribute to it by being a fashion designer as well as a model or brand ambassador. In her family, several women were Slut U graduates, including her mother and stepmother.

Neha loved sex and always seemed to have a few boyfriends revolving around her. Recently, she told Nabha, she had become Tony’s whore and her focus had changed a bit when it came to sex.

“Maine di thi usse doosre reason se,” Neha told Nabha, “but once I took him in me, it was like....heaven. I wanted it again and I wanted it more. Well, he liked me too, usne regular meri leni chaloo kar di.”

[I had spread for him for a different reason... he started nailing me regularly.]

Nabha could not even talk in such bold terms, but Neha had told her that she would have to spread her legs for Tony if she wanted his help. Nabha had agreed. She had heard that he was amazing in bed. But she had also heard that he was incredibly bold and that worried Nabha.

She was seeing the evidence of that boldness now as he was dancing with Neha and his hands were all over her scantily-clad body. Tony was all over her ass cheeks and Nabha could see that he was squeezing hard because Neha was squirming in his arms. But Neha was not stopping him or protesting; she was too busy sucking his tongue and drinking his saliva. Nabha loved kissing, almost as much as sex, and her mouth was watering watching their long, passionate, ongoing kiss.

Nabha tried not to stare but she kept watching. Even though other couples were doing the same kind of grinding dance, nobody was as bold as Tony and no girl was as willing as Neha. She saw Neha open her legs and grind her pussy on his cock, humping openly while he rubbed and squeezed her bare ass cheeks under her short dress. Nabha knew Neha was not wearing panties, and when she broke the kiss, Nabha knew from her expression that Tony was feeling up her pussy.

A boy noticed Nabha and asked her to dance. Just then Neha noticed Nabha standing there and the boy in front of her. Neha shook her head and beckoned her to him. Nabha said, “Excuse me,” and went to Neha.

Neha took her hand and pulled her in front of Tony while stepping aside herself, “Dance with her. I need to catch my breath.”

As they parted, Nabha was shocked to see that Tony’s left hand was on Neha’s chest and he had been kneading her breast in that deep-neck dress. There was some redness on her fleshy breast from his hard squeezing. Nabha felt her pussy tingle as she put her hands on his shoulders. She could not bring herself to wrap her arms around him like Neha had done, but she was nervous and apprehensive that he was going to squeeze her the same way. Her breasts were very soft and sensitive; already her pussy was pulsing from anticipation.

But he didn’t do any of that. He didn’t squeeze her tits, nor did he grab her bare ass cheeks even though her dress was every bit as short as Neha’s. He just danced with her nicely, his arms around her, his hands caressing her smooth back through the thin dress, his tall, masculine body right next to her. Nabha was buzzing with excitement and expecting him to slip his hand inside her dress any moment.

“You are a gorgeous piece, Nabha,” he said. Nabha felt his hot breath on her neck and knew that now he was going to grope her.

“Th... thank you, Sir,” she said. Her breasts were pressing softly on his chest and it was making her nipples rock hard, but he was not grabbing them; he was simply dancing with her, slowly, intimately but without treating her like a fucktoy.

“Baby,” Neha stepped close to them both and spoke in his ear, “please, le lo na meri?”

[... please, fuck me?]

She had to speak loudly to be heard over the music and Nabha heard every word. Her pussy tingled. She had never heard a girl ask a guy to fuck her before. She had seen guys ask for sex, some even begged her for it, but she had never done it herself nor seen any other girl do it. Tony just nodded like it was an everyday thing for him.

He took Neha’s hand and led her to one side. Neha grabbed Nabha’s wrist and pulled her with her. There was a small shed on one side of the roof which had some tools and other odds and ends. Tony led Neha inside that, Nabha following in Neha’s grip. Inside, Neha let go of Nabha’s hand but Nabha still followed.

Tony pinned Neha to a wall and started kissing her, sucking her neck and squeezing her full, hot tits in both hands. He pulled down her dress and squeezed her bare tits, closing his fingers around them so hard that her flesh squeezed through his fingers. Neha moaned and squirmed but continued to suck his tongue, her whole body willing and submissive for him.

Neha reached down and opened his pants. She pulled his cock out and Nabha stared as she saw how huge he was; his dick was overflowing Neha’s hands. Neha was not shocked; she had obviously taken him in her before. She guided his cock to her pussy and tried to take it in by grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her.

“Please, baby!” Neha broke the kiss when it didn’t work and panted, “Please, daal do. Please, Tony, chod do mujhe.”

[... Please, put it in. Please, Tony, fuck me.]

Nabha was watching with bated breath. She didn’t know how Neha could take such a monster in her. She was sure no girl could. Tony pushed up with his hips and his cock started to slide into Neha’s cunt like a tree trunk falling into muddy ground. Neha’s dress was so short that as soon as she opened her legs, she was fully accessible and Tony was taking advantage of that.

“Ah, Tony!” Neha lifted her head and screamed loudly as the big beast penetrated her and the pain rushed into her body like a wave of flood into a village. Nabha was watching and her heart skipped a beat as she saw that pained expression on Neha’s face.

Then that expression became constant but fluid as Tony kept his cock inside her and started drilling her tight, wet cunt with long, deep strokes, fucking her in and out so hard that her ass was getting slammed against the wall. Nabha stood there, only a few feet from her and watched her friend get pounded like a fucktoy. She was screaming and grunting, her arms wrapped around Tony while he jammed his cock deep into her cunt, drilling her like a monster.

“Oh, God, baby!” Neha screamed as her pussy exploded around his cock and her body felt like it was disintegrating.

Nabha could not believe her eyes. She had never seen a girl come so fast. She herself had made peace with the fact that guys could not make her come; she could fuck them for fun and use her own fingers when she needed an orgasm. But there was no mistaking it, Neha was cumming, her hot, oily juices were leaking out and soaking his balls while Tony was demolishing her cunt like it was something that had to be crushed.

Looking at Tony’s face, Nabha was again amazed that he had not yet exploded. He had an intense expression on his face, but he was fucking Neha just as hard, sucking her neck, kneading her hot tits, using her hard and rough while she moaned and yelped and begged him to fuck her like a whore.

As Nabha watched, Neha came two more times, each one a hot, savage orgasm, full of her screams. Tony still didn’t come and he was still jamming his cock so deep into Neha’s vagina that it was taking her breath away. Nabha was watching Tony slide his long, thick cock up into Neha’s cunt and it was making her breathless just from watching. She had never seen a man with such a huge dick and she had never seen a guy break a girl so expertly.

In between her orgasms, Neha noticed Nabha standing away and beckoned her over, “Come, na. Tell Tony about your project.”

But just then Tony pulled his cock out of Neha’s cunt, turned her around and pushed his cock into her ass without missing a beat. He simply opened her ass cheeks and stuffed her ass with his manmeat. Neha screamed as the pain hit her body like a sudden storm. Nabha jumped back in alarm. She knew Neha liked anal sex, they had talked about it, Nabha herself loved anal sex, the feeling of helplessness as a man penetrated her from behind was incredibly hot, but not like this. She had had anal sex several times and she was learning to deal with the pain but the way Tony impaled Neha on his massive cock, Nabha was scared for her life. She was watching spellbound when Tony slipped his left arm around Nabha’s waist and pulled her close.

“Yes, tell me,” he said.

“Er...” Nabha could not even remember her name let alone the project. His hand on her back felt amazing as he rubbed her smooth back through the thin, sheer dress. But Neha was distracting her as well.

“Baby, daal do andar, aur andar, meri gaand maaro.” She was pleading, “Tod do mujhe, Tony. Chodo mujhe. Kutiya ki tarah chodo. Ah, baby!”

[Baby, put it inside, deeper inside, fuck my ass. ... Break me, Tony. Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch. Ah, baby!]

Nabha shuddered as she saw Neha come so hard from that deep brutal fucking. Tony was drilling her with his thick cock but also looking at Nabha. She was trying to think what to tell him, what she was supposed to say when he leaned down and pressed his lips on hers. Nabha kissed him back so hard that she surprised herself. She crushed her lips on his and sucked his lips hungrily like she had been waiting for this for ages.

His hand moved down and he squeezed her ass cheeks as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Nabha found out why Neha had been moaning when dancing with Tony. He wasn’t just hard in kneading her ass cheeks, he knew how to tease her so her pussy would pulse. Nabha pressed her body into his and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.

Unlike most girls at Slut U, Nabha’s sexual experience was limited when it came to kinky things. She had never had a threesome and never even kissed a girl. It was the first time she was watching a girl getting fucked in real life, though she had seen it all in porn. She was sucking Tony’s tongue and drinking his saliva, but she was also thinking about his dick, which was buried deep in her friend’s ass even at that moment.

When Tony broke the kiss, Nabha still wanted more. She clung to him and sucked his neck, crushing her tits into his side, rubbing his back, feeling his hot, masculine body and finding it incredibly arousing to be with him while he was fucking her friend. Neha was coming again and again as Tony was demolishing her ass. Nabha was overwhelmed by these mixed feelings. It felt like she was intruding on Neha’s intimate moments, but she was also extremely aroused and loving being in Tony’s grip. She was watching his cock slide into Neha’s ass and she was thankful that it was not her ass that he was fucking, as it looked painful, but at the same time, she wished it was her ass that he was destroying like that.

Tony grabbed Nabha by the hair and pulled her to him. This time he kissed her hard, more demanding, more rough, more dominating as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. He fed her his saliva like it was her duty to drink his saliva and the whole time he was drilling Neha’s ass so hard and deep that she was yelping with each thrust of his hips.

“Ungh!” Tony grunted but kept his tongue moving in and out of Nabha’s mouth as he came in Neha’s ass. Nabha felt a hot chill shoot down her spine as she realised he was pumping his cum into Neha’s ass while she was drinking his saliva. She had never felt like a slut before as in this moment. But she didn’t stop. She continued to suck his tongue and moan in his mouth.

When Tony pulled his cock out of Neha’s ass, Nabha was shocked to see that her ass was gaped open. He had stuffed it so deep and pounded it so ruthlessly that it could not close. Neha grunted but then turned and went down on her knees. Nabha was feeling overwhelmed; her pussy was throbbing so hard she felt like she might come right there. She quickly went out just as Neha was taking Tony’s cum-soaked cock in her mouth.

Neha found her at the bar when she came out a short while later.

“Why did you come out?” Neha asked.

“You... you were... busy.” Nabha’s cheeks were turning pink.

“Arre, but... Tony ko teri leni thi.”

[Hey, but... Tony wanted to nail you.]

“What?” Nabha stared at her. “But abhi to usne teri li?”

[But he just nailed you?]

“He is never satisfied with just one session,” Neha said. “He liked you, he wanted to nail you.”

“I... I...” Nabha could not even imagine fucking in a public place like this.

“Listen, he is taking me home,” Neha said. “You want to come?”

“His room? What will you do there?” Nabha said.

“Raat bhar pelega mujhe aur kya?” Neha smiled a naughty smile. “Come, na?”

[He will fuck me all night, what else? ... Come, won't you?]

Nabha really wanted to go but she couldn’t bear to go. She shook her head “No, you go.”

“But you said tu degi usse?” Neha said “What’s wrong?”

[...you will spread for him.]

“Nothing. It’s all fine. You go. Have fun.” Nabha said “I will go home.”

It looked like Neha was worried about her friend, but her pussy was pulsing and she knew what a night with Tony meant. She may not get another chance like this for a long time. Ultimately her pussy won and she went, telling Nabha to take care.

==

The next day after their first class together Neha took Nabha’s wrist and led her outside in the college grounds.

“You should have come with me last night.” Neha said.

“Mhmmm.” Nabha nodded. She had thought that many times last night when she was lying in her bed thinking about what Tony must be doing to Neha just about then “How was your night?”

“Brutal!” Neha grinned. “He pounded me for hours. Meri gaand maari itni zyada....maar maar ke meri gaand laal kar di.”

“Oh.” Nabha had seen how Tony fucked and she could imagine it very vividly.

“Why didn’t you come?” Neha said.

Nabha asked what she didn’t want to ask but could not control herself: “Did he say anything about me?”

To her relief, Neha nodded. “He was asking the same thing, why you didn’t come. I said you are shy. He liked you. Wo lena chahta tha teri.”

[He wanted to nail you.]

“He did?” Nabha felt a tingle between her legs that she had never felt for a guy before.

“Yaar, he thought you were hot,” Neha said. “Wo to party mein hi tujhe chodna chahta tha.”

[He wanted to bang you in the party itself.]

“Oh.” Nabha was finding this candid talk embarrassing, but her pussy was pulsing.

“Tune to kaha tha tu degi usse, phir?” Neha asked.

[You said you will let him fuck you, then? ]

“Main doongi, but...” Nabha bit her lip, “yaar, public mein aise....kabhi nahin chudi.”

[I will spread for him but...buddy, in public like this....I have never been fucked like this before.]

“But you need his help.”

“Yes.” Nabha nodded. “Main de doongi.”

[I will spread for him.]

“He also wants to nail you,” Neha said. “He is willing to give you a second chance.”

“Really?” Nabha perked up.

“Have dinner with him on Friday.”

“Sure.” A dinner date was much more comfortable for Nabha. “Where?”

“His place.”

“Oh.”

“He said if you are nervous you can bring me with you.”

“Yes.” Nabha nodded. “Please, please, come with me.”

“Ok. But remember two things.” Neha counted on her fingers. “One, dress totally slutty. It’s his place so you can dress as bold as you want and he likes outrageously slutty dresses.”

“I have many.” Nabha nodded.

“And two, you will be a good girl and take him in you that night.”

“I will. I will.” Nabha nodded. “Wo jab lega main de doongi. Jitni baar lega. Dinner se pehle bhi de doongi.”

[When he nails me I will spread. As many times as he nails. I will spread even before dinner.]

“Good girl,” Neha said.

That night Nabha lay awake thinking about Tony. She kept thinking back to the party, Tony bending Neha over the window and fucking her ass, his thick cock stretching her tight anus out of shape. Her pussy tingled with each thought. The next morning she took Neha aside and told her that she didn’t need to come with her on Friday.

“You changing your mind?” Neha said.

“No, no, I will go,” Nabha said. “I will wear a whore dress.”

“And...?” Neha prompted.

“Doongi bhi.” Nabha nodded confidently. “Aaraam se doongi, jab wo lega.”

[I will spread too. ... I will spread easily, when he wants to fuck me.]

“If he likes you, he might keep you all night,” Neha said. “Raat bhar chodega.”

[... He will fuck all night.]

Nabha boldly met her eyes. “To raat bhar chudoongi.”

[... Then I will get fucked all night.]

“Good girl.” Neha smiled.

==

Nabha was as good as her word. The dress she wore on Friday evening was definitely worthy of the title “whore dress.” She was nervous as she rang the bell of Tony’s flat.

Tony opened the door himself and invited her in. He looked her up and down.

“What a smoking hot piece!”

Nabha smiled. “Thank you, Tony.”

 

This time Nabha had acted boldly and dressed only for him. Her dress was a very short tank dress that not only had a plunging neckline showing her young, full breasts in a daring cleavage, but it was skintight and sheer, which meant that even though the glittery fabric made it look classy, in fact, her fair skin was visible through the whole dress, in front and in the back. The dress was so short that it was just barely covering her pussy, but even so, her smoothly shaved pussy was visible through the sheer dress in the right light. Nabha had not tried to wear panties; she had just shaved her pussy fully smooth. She saw Tony lick his lips as he noticed her nipples peeking through the sheer fabric and she smiled to herself.

“My pleasure. It’s a great dress,” he said.

 

“I was hoping you would approve it.” She turned to show him the back, which was not there at all. In that deeply backless dress, not only was her whole back naked, but it was dipping in the middle to bare three inches of her tight ass crack. As the dress was sheer below that and still ended just below the curve of her ass cheeks, her ass crack was hardly covered. She had a tight, perfectly rounded ass and that dress was giving her a reason to be proud of it. She was wearing nine-inch stilettos that had five-inch platforms which pushed her ass up in a mesmerising way, drawing the eyes to her shapely, well-rounded buttocks.

By saying that she was hoping for his approval rather than his admiration, Nabha had subtly hinted about her submissive attitude, and whether Tony noticed it or not, his dick was getting visibly hard in his pants. Nabha liked that.

He led her to the living room and offered her red wine, which he had opened an hour before to air so it would be ready when she arrived. Nabha liked that. She took a glass and sipped it slowly. Yes, that felt good. That was the mistake she had made in her first meeting, she thought; she should have had some wine. It was relaxing her already and making her feel like she was going to have fun tonight.

Tony was cooking the meal himself, which impressed Nabha and also made her feel flattered that he went to the trouble. He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, but he looked handsome, and with his well-built body, even that simple outfit looked hot. While they were eating, Nabha suggested that he should open his shirt buttons.

“Why?” He smiled.

She pointed to her plunging neckline. “Well, my cleavage is showing.”

He laughed. “You have a cleavage, girl, and a very hot one.”

“Thanks.” Nabha felt like the wine had made her more relaxed and flirty as well. She liked it.

After dinner, Tony led her to the balcony of his room. It was a small balcony, less than half of the main balcony outside the living room, but with their wine glasses in hand, it seemed the perfect size to relax, as it was only big enough for two people and Nabha wanted to be close to him.

“So, tell me about your project.” He stood with his back to the side railing and looked at her.

During the dinner, they had only talked about casual things and joked around. Now, as he asked about the project, Nabha remembered that she had come to him for her project, not just to date him. She had agreed to fuck him in return for his help but right now she was feeling like she wanted to forget about all the work and just ride his cock like a whore.

“Well, it’s about the common myth that girls love guys in uniform.” Nabha walked up close to Tony until their bodies were almost touching and he had to put his arm around her waist.

“Is it a myth?” He caressed her bare back gently up and down.

“That’s what I am going to confirm.” She smiled as she put her hand on his chest and leaned in even closer, her body lightly brushing against his.

“How?” He took a sip of his wine but kept gently rubbing her smooth back with his other hand.

“With experiments.” Nabha took a sip of her wine as well. “If the same guy fucks a girl when he meets her in uniform, and he fucks another girl when not in uniform, does one girl have more fun during that sex?”

“OK.” He nodded, his fingers moving down on her back, teasing her tight, bare ass crack. “And what help do you need from me?”

“I have the girls who will take part in the study.” Nabha put one arm around his neck. “But I need the guys. I don’t know any men in uniform, cops, soldiers, even postmen; I don’t know...anyone.”

“Mhmmm.” He let his hand slide down to cup her tight ass. He looked into her eyes as he rubbed and squeezed her firm buttocks. “I know all of them and more uniformed guys. But what do I get in return?”

Nabha took a big sip and finished her wine. Then still holding the glass in one hand, she put both arms around his neck and pressed in, her soft tits crushed on his chest as she looked into his eyes, “You have me. All of me.”

“Yeah?” Tony moved his hands up along her bare back. “But you are a good girl.”

“In your hands, I won’t be.” Nabha moved her body subtly, her thighs rubbing against his thighs as she melted into his embrace.

“What will you be then?” His breath was getting heavy and his cock was pulsing in his pants.

“Slut. Your slut,” Nabha said without hesitation.

“Dogi?” He squeezed her ass cheeks.

[Will you spread?]

Nabha nodded, “Doongi. Aaraam se doongi. Abhi doongi.”

[I will spread. I will spread with ease. I will spread right now.]

“But I am a greedy bastard.” He grinned. “I am not satisfied with just once.”

“So, who’s stopping you?” Nabha tilted her chin up. “Dobara lena, main dobara doongi. Tum jab loge main doongi.”

[Nail me again, I will spread again. Whenever you want to nail me I will spread.]

“Are you sure?” He was getting rock hard now. She was rubbing her thigh slowly back and forth on his cock and the warmth of her bare thigh was making his cock throb even harder.

“I am out of wine.” She pouted and showed him her empty glass.

“So?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You still have some.” She nodded toward his half-full glass.

“Mhmm.” He nodded.

“Give me some. Please?” She bit her lip then opened her mouth.

Tony took a big swig of his wine then leaned down over her, looking into her eyes. Nabha closed her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth on his. She drank the wine from his mouth then continued sucking his lips. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she sealed her lips thin and sucked his tongue, moaning into his mouth and pressing her body into his body in a hot, wanton manner. She was feeling her pussy pulse hard and she was grinding it into his crotch, feeling the thick, solid rod in his pants give her comfort and excitement at the same time. He was kneading her ass cheeks, his hands were under her dress now and Nabha was liking it, it felt right.

“You know what,” she tried to talk as they broke the hot, lustful kiss, but she had to stop to take a breath.

“What?” He kept her in his grip, his hands under her dress like she belonged to him.

“My project deadline is in three months.” She raised herself on her tiptoes so she could look at him with her lips hardly an inch from his. “Tab tak....roz chodna...jitna chahe chodna.”

[Until then....fuck me every day...fuck me as much as you want.]

Nabha was finding that her blood was warm as it was rushing through her veins. The words were flowing out of her mouth and she was feeling intoxicated on lust rather than wine.

“Tum dogi?” He smiled and she could see the same lust in his eyes too. “For three months.”

[Will you spread?]

“Roz doongi. Roz chodna.” Nabha nodded. “Jaise Neha ki lete ho. Neha ko kab chodte ho?”

[I will spread every day. Fuck me every day. ... Like you nail Neha. When do you fuck Neha?]

“Jab mera dil kare.” He smiled.

[Whenever I feel like it.]

“Mujhe bhi aise hi chodna. Jab dil kare.” Nabha was feeling her pussy burning hot right now and wondered why he wasn’t inside her already. She reached down and started opening his pants. “Roz pelna mujhe. You like pounding a girl, no?”

[Fuck me just like that too. Whenever you feel like it. ... Pound me every day.]

“I like breaking hot girls,” Tony said. “The hotter they are, the harder I crush them.”

“And me? Am I hot?” She looked at him. “Mujhe todoge?”

[Will you break me?]

“Like a whore.” He squeezed her ass cheeks hard. “Brutally. Ruthlessly.”

“Mmmmmm.” Nabha loved the pain his fingers caused. She guided his thick, heavy cock to her pussy and jutted her chin up challengingly. “Todo phir. Le lo apne kabze mein.”

[Break me then. Take me into your possession.]

Tony found her very attractive, especially the good girl slut vibe she had going in that sheer dress. He had been good during the whole dinner. Now he was like a hungry lion that finally gets live meat. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed up with his hips, using long, forceful thrusts to penetrate her tight cunt, breaking through her natural resistance and claiming her inch by inch.

Nabha had been expecting this since she had walked in. She had worn a slutty dress that was extremely short and completely sheer, and she had worn no undergarments under it. This was a big hint from her side that she was ready for him to take her, but more than this she could not do. She was a shy girl and even though she was ready to be fucked, she was hungry to be fucked, she could not directly ask him to fuck her. Now as his cock was sliding deeper into her vagina, and the pain was spreading over her body like the welcome warmth of a winter sun, she was feeling excited and hot.

“Mmmm, hurt me, Tony. Just like this,” she whispered in his ear. His cock was really hurting in her cunt but she had never experienced pain that was so delicious and intoxicating. She was moving her hips to ride his cock, but her body was not in her control; her legs were trembling and it was all she could do to not collapse in his arms.

But Tony was in full control. He was kneading her ass cheeks as he was drilling her cunt, making her yelp with each thrust, kissing her neck, sucking just below her jawline. What was surprising Nabha was that even though his cock was hurting in her pussy like she had never been hurt there by a cock before, she was loving it so much that she wanted more and more of it. She had her arms wrapped around him and legs open wide, giving him all the access he needed to conquer her fully deep.

“Take me na, Tony.” She clung to him and pressed her cheek to his. “You are going to help me, and I am the price. Meri choot ko ragad ke vasool kar lo. Don’t spare me, baby. This is all yours. Tumhara haq hai. Sab kuchh le lo.”

[Recover it by grinding my pussy. ... It is your right. Take everything.]

Her words were exciting Tony immensely, as she was a good girl and he knew that she could not say such things if she were sober. Right now she was drunk on the sex chemicals flooding her brain and she was behaving like a slut. More importantly, right now, she was his slut. He pinned her to the railing and drilled her cunt ruthlessly deep, breaking her with his massive cock, showing no mercy on her soft, delicate body.

“Roz dogi tum, huh?” He sucked her neck and bit her earlobe. “You can’t handle it. You are a good girl. You can’t handle daily pounding.”

[Will you spread every day, huh?]

“Then train me, Tony. Make me a slut. Make me your slut.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled it open so hard, she sent buttons flying in every direction in the night air. Her dress was already wide open, showing her tits in a deep cleavage. She opened the straps and bared them fully. She pressed her tits on his bare chest and sighed loudly as the touch of his warm skin on her nipples made her pussy throb like crazy.

But that skin-on-skin contact became her undoing. As she ground her tits on his chest, her erect nipples digging into his skin, her pussy exploded so hard that her whole body shook from head to toe.

“Ah, Tony!” she cried out and tried to ride his cock, but his cock was too big; it was too deep inside her and she had no control over her body. Tony crushed her ass cheeks in his firm grip and fucked her incredibly deep. With each thrust he was jamming his monster cock balls-deep into her vagina and Nabha was gasping for breath.

Her pussy was pumping out her hot, oily cum, soaking his cock in her juices while he was drilling her hard, stuffing his cock so deep into her cunt that she was gasping with each thrust. She pressed her face in the crook of his neck and sucked his warm, salty skin, trying to alleviate her pain that way. His cock felt like a live missile inside her that was destroying her from within.

“You can take this every day?” he whispered in her ear once her orgasm had subsided.

Nabha knew what he meant. His cock was balls-deep in her cunt and she was feeling like she was going to pass out from the exertion. Just the effort of handling his massive dick in her cunt was enough to make her feel breathless and overwhelmed. But she knew she wanted this pain again and again; she wanted to be overwhelmed and conquered like this every day.

She nodded and touched her lips to his ear. “You will train me na, baby. Paltu kutiya ki tarah train karna mujhe.”

[Train me like a pet bitch.]

Nabha didn’t know where she was getting such ideas and words from; she had never said such things to a boy no matter how much she enjoyed fucking him. But Tony wasn’t just fucking her, he was making her feel alive. He was making her thankful that she was a woman living in a man’s world. She was feeling incredibly happy that his cock was conquering her, teaching her that she was made to be claimed and owned. She was surrendering her body to him and trying to make him understand that she belonged to his dick now.

He was obviously enjoying her response and her surrender. His cock was throbbing inside her. He seemed to want to pierce through her with his hard, hungry cock. His hands were roaming all over her almost-naked body, feeling her soft skin, squeezing her ass cheeks, loving the pressure of her firm tits on his chest. He was grunting as he was drilling her and Nabha was trying to make him understand that everything was his; he could use her as he wanted, and she would not mind at all.

“Paltu kutiya? Meri?” He looked at her, his face touching hers, their eyes not able to focus as they were so close to each other. “You are just here for your project, aren’t you?”

[Pet bitch? Mine?]

“Not anymore, baby.” Nabha didn’t know if he really didn’t understand how she was feeling or if he wanted to hear it from her, but she said it without hesitation. “I am here for you, for your cock. Break me and take me into your possession. Tum jo bologe main karoongi. Jaise chodoge main chudoongi.”

[I will do whatever you say. I will get fucked however you fuck.]

Her own body was reacting to her words as well. Her submission was turning her on immensely. Every cell in her body was overcharged with sexual current and she was feeling her pussy throb like crazy.

“Oh, Tony!” she cried out as her pussy erupted like a geyser shooting out of the ground. She squeezed herself tight against him and tried to hold on as she came hard, her whole body trembling in his arms. She pressed her lips to his cheek. “Fuck me, baby. Take me into your possession.”

Tony kept pounding her hard, his cock destroying her pussy like a monster. Her orgasm was at its peak when she felt his cock drive in deep and slam into her cervix. Nabha felt like she would pass out from the pain. She screamed and clung to him with both arms, trying to melt into him. As the pain began to recede, it made her pussy tingle so deep inside that she felt the sensations travel up her spine.

“Ah, god, baby!” she cried out as her pussy exploded again before it was done with the last orgasm. She didn’t know how it was possible. Guys were not able to make her come; that was a sad fact of her life. Here she was coming again and again, soaking his cock in her cum with each orgasm.

“Ungh, god, Nabha! I want to own you!” He cried out and grunted as his cock exploded deep in her vagina.

“Oh, god. Oh, Tony!” Nabha felt his heat deep in her vagina, flooding into her womb, and she knew that his cock was branding her; now she would always belong to him.

For several minutes, they were intertwined like two creepers, their hot, sweaty bodies cooling slowly in the night air. Nabha was keeping her face buried in his neck as she tried to catch her breath. His smell was sexy and comforting.

Then Tony lifted his head and said, “Do you know what to do now?”

She looked at him and nodded. “Neha told me.”

Over the last few days, Nabha had been pumping Neha every day to ask about Tony, his preferences, his fucking style, everything. She knew now he wanted her to suck him clean and eat his cum. Neha had told her how delicious his cum was and Nabha was looking forward to it. She waited until he pulled out of her cunt then went down on her knees. She tasted his cum and agreed with Neha that it was yummy. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking him clean, eating his cum like a delicious dessert.

“Good girl.” Tony stroked her head.

“No.” She shook her head, taking his cock out of her mouth.

“Good whore.” He smiled.

Nabha smiled and continued sucking his cock.

Chapter 5 – Nabha Shares All

“So, that was how he fucked you the first time,” Kimi said.

“No, that was just the start,” Nabha said. “Then he picked me up, took me into his bedroom and pounded my ass. Poori berahami se gaand maari usne meri. Raat bhar ragda usne mujhe.”

[He fucked my ass mercilessly. He crushed me all night.]

“Wow! He was very thorough!” Kimi said. “How did he fuck your ass? Tell us.”

Nabha shook her head. “You might not know this but talking about him makes me hot, especially about him fucking me. I can’t talk more about it. I can’t handle it.”