Inviting Trouble 3: Who Does This Bride Belong To?

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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.

 

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

 

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Chapter 1 – Fun At Family Dinner

Eesha swapped her seat to sit next to Vikas on his left. Sophie swapped as well to come and sit across the table from him but instead of staying there, she moved her chair so that she was next to Vikas albeit across corner. Both the girls kept their legs open and any time Vikas wanted to caress their thighs, both of them were more than cooperative.

 

 

 

After changing twice Eesha was now wearing a black lace gown which was see-through had a thin sheer lining. Her left leg was bared by a high slit almost to her thigh joint. Her full, firm breast were pushing the halter neck open wide and that was a sight enough to make any man lick his lips.

 

 

The skintight gown was fully backless except two thin straps and Vikas caressed down her smooth back, Eesha smiled and leaned in. He rubbed her bare back slowly up and down, letting his fingers explore her smooth, supple body like an owner strokes his pet. She smiled at him, loving his attention, almost completely ignoring Adarsh who was sitting on her left. Adarsh could see Vikas' hand on his would-be wife's bare back and watched spellbound as it moved down. The gown just barely covered ass crack and Vikas' s fingers brughed lightly down Eesha's bare spine into the danger zone.

 

 

 

 

Sophie was wearing a sparkly gold tank micromini dress thad had creative dark lines all over it. It had a deep cleavage and was so short that her legs were exposed almost to her thigh joins when she sat down. If her were not under the table, anyone beside her would be able to see her bare pussy as the dress was riding high and Sophie was not wearing any panties. The smooth, silky dress had a cowl neck and a daringly bold cleavage. It was easy to see that Sophie was not wearing a bra and when her breasts moved in that open neck, it seemed imminent that her nipples would be visible any second.

 

 

The gown had no back at all and when she bent over slightly, the tip of her ass crack peeked out. She was not wearing panties and had high heels on so she had to walk carefully or she would be flashing both her pussy and ass crack to anyone nearby. When sitting down her pussy was fully bared and when Vikas rubbed her upper thigh, she invited him to grab her pussy by opening her legs wider. Vikas kept his hand on her thigh but didn’t touch her pussy which teased her more and kept her on the edge.

 

Vikas did talk to Sophie and asked about her work etc while slowly rubbing her smooth, warm thigh. Sophie was very interested in Vikas' company and asked a lot of questions.

 

“Do you fuck your models?” Sophie asked.

 

“Sometimes, if they are specially hot.” Vikas smiled, his fingers lingering on her upper thigh under the table.

 

“And your staff, you must have a lot of hot girls in your company.” Sophie said “Do you nail them all?”

 

“He is very selective.” Eesha chipped in “But they all want him from what I have heard.”

 

“I am not surprised.” Sophie put her hand on his and squeezed it as she moved it up between her legs “Aise handsome boss ko kaun ladki dene se mana karegi?”

 

[What girl can say no to spreading her legs for such a handsome boss?]

 

“Actually, he has just bought the company that Adarsh will be working for,” Eesha said “so he will be his boss too.”

 

“So, from that relation also you will have full authority over Eesha?” Sophie said “Like, if you want to nail her, nobody can stop you?”

 

“Nobody can stop me anyway.” Vikas said “She is my property.”

 

He turned, put his left hand on Eesha's back and Eesha leaned in easily to kiss him on the lips, without caring that her family and her would-be husband’s family were both there.

 

 

 

 

Mahima came over and bent over next to him to have a whispered conversation with him. She was wearing a grey tank gown in a glittery fabric. The neck was so deep and wide that her full, mature breasts were displayed beautifully in a deep cleavage. The fabric was paper thin and clung to her shapely body, moving with her curves and showed off her spectacular body in the artificial light like a dazzling star. There was a high slit that bared Mahima's left leg almost to the upper thigh and she was wearing really high heels with platforms that helped in baring both her legs when she walked. As she was on his right side, he could see into that slit and admire both her shapely fair legs.

 

 

When she put her hands on the table next to him and bent over, Vikas got a nice, up close view of Mahima's smooth back which was bare almost to the ass crack. The dress was fully backless and though it was not exposing her ass crack, it was draping tightly around her shapely, scuploted butt, the shape of her well-rounded buttocks easily discernible in that thin fabric and her ass crack outlined in dangerous detail.

 

"Vikas?" She said softly.

 

"Yes, darling?" Vikas took his hadn off of Sophia's bare thigh and put it on her mother's bare back.

 

Mahima gave him a sweet, loving smile "Tum meri bahu ki le chuke ho, abhi bhi lete ho aur aage bhi lete rahoge."

 

[You have fucked my daughter-in-law, you still fuck her and you will keep fucking her in the future also.]

 

 

"Of course, mera maal hai." Vikas said, boldly caressing her supple, smooth skin, his cock getting harder in his pants.

 

"But don't kiss her in front of the family, at least." Mahima chided him with a sweet smile.

 

"You want me to be shy now?" Vikas moved his hand down and let his fingers caress the curve of her tight buttocks in that paper-thin dress.

 

"Mmm, no, that's not you but..mmm." She moaned again as he squeezed her ass cheek.

 

"No panties?" He said as he felt her soft, firm ass cheeks through the thin dress.

 

"You trained me out of that habit long ago." Mahima winked.

 

"So, now you are easy access?" He smiled, still boldly kneading her buttocks.

 

"For you always." Mahima nodded "Loge meri aaj raat ko?"

 

"Not tonight. I have plans." He said.

 

"Like a date?" She frowned.

 

"You could say that." He said, moving his hand up and caressing her soft bare back again.

 

"Date ke baad chod lena, main kar loongi?" She offered.

 

"Tonight is difficult." He said.

 

She pouted “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep with your dick in my ass tonight?”

 

“Kal loonga na tumhari, like we talked.” Vikas squeezed her ass “When your husband is here?”

 

[I'll nail you tomorrow.]

 

 

“You can do tonight and tomorrow, both, baby,” Mahima stayed easily in his grip “Meri gaand to tumhiar hi property hai na?”

 

[My ass is your property, isn’t it?]

 

 

Vikas laughed at her and let his hand move up on her bare back “Tonight, you find someone else to keep you warm, tomorrow you will be my cock parking, ok?”

 

“If I can’t have you in my ass than I will just sleep alone,” Mahima said “and dream of your cock ripping me apart.”

 

She kissed his cheek before going back to her seat.

 

As she went in and out of the room to do her job, Archana noticed all of this and felt even more regret that she had managed to piss off the one guy who not only could help her professionally but was the hottest guy in the wedding. As a divorced woman trying to keep her business afloat, Archana didn’t often get a chance to have sex. She did use her body for business advantage any time she needed but those encounters were more regrettable than pleasurable.

 

If those businessmen looked like Vikas, Archana would happily go for more private meetings with them, but they didn't. When she got a chance she did go out for dancing but it didn’t usually result in her hooking up with a young, attractive man which she would have liked. She watched Eesha, Surbhi, Sophie and Mahima flirt with Vikas like they were part of his harem and sighed thinking that she would not be part of that harem because of one mistake.

 

Suddenly, she noticed Vikas beckoning her. She quickly went to his side and bent over like she had seen Mahima do.

 

 

Archana was a mature woman but beautiful. She was aware of her sex appeal and she didn't mind people admiring her body. She was wearing a short tank dress with a deep plunging neckline and fully bare back. Her shoes were high heel stilettos with platforms which were not suitable for her job but perfect for pushing her ass up in a way that made men stare. She opened her legs the way she had seen Mahima do but in her case it was more dangerous as her short dress rode up on her thighs. She looked at Vikas, trying to make her look as submissive as possible.

 

“Who made the kheer?” he said.

 

“I...I...I did, Sir.” She said “Is anything wrong?”

 

“No, it’s very nice.” He said “I just wanted to appreciate it.”

 

“Thank you, Sir.” Archana said then decided to take a risk “You appreciated others in a more personal manner, Sir, for me just verbally?”

 

He smiled and put his hand on her leg, rubbing slowly up along her thighs “You can do some things right too, it seems.”

 

“Mmmm, thank you, Sir.” Archana stepped out on her slut heels and opened her legs more “you can appreciate higher, Sir, much higher. “

 

Vikas grinned and looked at her. He moved his hand up on her upper thigh and rubbed slowly “I have heard you are moving into corporate catering?”

 

“I am trying, Sir. Yes, Sir.” She said.

 

“Hmmm. We’ll talk.” Vikas said and pulled his hand off her leg.

 

“Ji, Sir.” Archana was tempted to stay for longer but he had indicated that he was done with her now. She stood up and went back.

 

The dinner ended with everybody saying goodnight and Eesha reminded them the campfire would be there shortly but only for the college circle.

 

Chapter 2 - Sophie Has Something on Her Mind

 

Vikas was leaving the dining hall alone when Sophie grabbed his hand and pulled him aside to the side of the hall where there were not much light. She stood with her back to the wall and looked up at him “Sir, I know it’s –“

 

He looked at her dress straps and signalled downward with his finger. Sophie quickly slipped her straps off her shoulders, baring both her tits. She trembled as the night air caressed her soft, sensitive tits. Her breast were big, heavy and sore from Vikas' earlier slapping. Sophie’s pussy throbbed hard as she remembered that while making herself vulnerable again.

 

Vikas grabbed her tits and crushed them hard as he pressed her into the wall. Sophie yelped as fresh, hot pain flooded her tits and travelled down to her pussy like liquid lightning.

 

“Yes, what were you saying, cunt?” He kept dominating her fully as he stood with his leg between her legs and his strong, calloused hands kneading her hot, heavy tits roughly.

 

“Ah, Sir!” Sophie gasped and a tear rolled down her cheek.

 

“You want to say something or should I go?”

 

“No! Don’t go!” She grabbed his collar. The thought of him leaving was more painful for her than his hands crushing her tits.

 

“Then talk.” He dipped his head and sucked her left breast while keeping his hand squeezing her right breast hard.

 

“Oh!” Sophie felt her whole body galvanise with a different kind of pain when his hot mouth touched her abused breast, her nipple felt like it was on fire. She swallowed and tried to talk “The campfire, Sir...I....I know it’s only for your college circle, but....oh, mumma.”

 

She had to stop as her pussy tingled so hard that her words choked in her throat.

 

“Yes, what about it, cunt?” He bit her armpit and Sophie shook like an earthquake was taking birth in her body.

 

“Please, Sir, may I attend the campfire?” she pleaded “I will be a good whore for you, I will serve you as you need.”

 

“Your brother will be there, slut,” he crushed both her tits, lifting them and squeezing them hard “and your mom.”

 

“But you will be there, Sir, and I am your whore.” She looked at him in the dim light “Main aap ki randi hoon.”

 

[I am your whore.]

 

 

“Why do you want to attend the campfire, whore?” He continued to maul her tits “You did not even go to that college.”

 

“Sir, aap meri mom ko chod rahe ho na.” She said.

 

[Sir, you are banging my mom, aren't you?]

 

 

“Haan, chod raha hoon, so?”

 

[Yes, I am banging her, so?]

 

“She is getting a chance to serve you and I am not.” Sophie rubbed his chest “This way, she will win.”

 

“It’s not a competition, slut.” He said, his fingers digging into her soft, heavy mounds.

 

Sophie nodded “It is. When you say you will only own one of us, then it is a competition. Mujhe aap ki kutiya banna hai.”

 

[I want to be your bitch.]

 

 

“Ok, come to the campfire.” Vikas suddenly left her tits, stepped back and walked away.

 

Sophie leaned back on the wall and tried to catch her breath. A quick gust of cool night breeze came and electrified her tits. Sophie whimpered and came, her pussy pumping out her cum on her thighs. The humiliation of being made to cum so casually was strong and she was resolving in her mind that she will become his bitch, no matter what she had to do.

 

 

Chapter 3 - Archana Makes An Approach

Vikas was passing the back entrance of the dinner hall where Archana was supervising the clean up operation. She saw him and walked towards him. He stopped and let her catch up to him.

 

“Want to apologize again?” He smiled.

 

She walked up close and put her hand on his chest “Vikas, I am a dumb bitch. I made a big mistake and realise now that the mistake was not that I didn’t know who you are, my mistake was that I was rude to a person when I should have been more considerate and calm, not just to you, but anybody, no matter who that person was.”

 

 

“Well, I did mess up your diligently set up arrangement.” He smiled and put his arm around her waist, his hand rested on her smooth, bare back. Archana instantly pressed closer.

 

“Now, I know you are trying to shame me, and I deserve it.” Archana said “I am a dumb cunt, I admit it. You will probably never forgive me but, well....it’s my luck. I won’t blame you for it.”

 

“Fortunately for you, I have seen you on screen for many years,” Vikas said “and always thought what a hot piece of ass you were.”

 

Archana’s head jerked up, she looked at him hopefully “You know who I am?”

 

“I used to watch you in that comedy show a few years ago,” Vikas nodded “and I used to like your slutty dresses.”

 

“The producers liked me to show as much skin as possible.” She smiled.

 

His fingers played confidently on her smooth back “Well, you have nice skin.”

 

"Thank you." She took a half-step closer and put her hand on his chest.

 

"I had heard rumours at that time," Vikas kept his hand on her lower back, rubbing lightly just half an inch above her ass crack "ki uss show mein producers lete they tumhari, I mean, not audition but regularly chodte the."

 

[That the producers used to fuck you in that show, not just in audition but regularly used to nail you.]

 

Archana nodded without a trace of embarrassment "They were true. The producer used to fuck me in office quite regularly, and his nephew was the director, a bald, fat guy, I used to suck his dick in his offiice, after every shoot. I was a total whore for them."

 

"Must have been a great whore," Vikas let his h and travel down and squeezed her ass in that thin silky dress "you were in that show for years."

 

"I was, and I am, a good whore." She rubbed his chest and looked in his eyes “Vikas, I don’t know if it’s too late to say this but...if you had any....any fantasies while watching me, you can fulfil them all tonight.”

 

“Just tonight?” He raised his eyebrow, his hand resting confidently on her tight, hot ass.

 

“Tonight, tomorrow, day after,” she said “yaar, I am saying, jab chahe meri le sakte ho main de doongi, jaise chahe le sakte ho meri.”

 

[Yaar, I am saying, whenever you want you can nail me, I will sperad for you easily. You can fuck me as you want.]

 

 

“Why such kindness towards me?” He tilted his head.

 

“Other than you looking like a filmstar and being a damn hot man,” She said “I had already decided that I was going to spread my legs for you when Avneet told me that you could help me with the catering thing.”

 

“Ah, it’s because of that.” He nodded “That I can understand.”

 

“No, no,” she shook her head “that will never happen now, I understand that. I burnt my bridges with my own hands, but....just, I want you to enjoy me while you are here and I know I will enjoy myself under you.”

 

“Hmmm.” He kept rubbing her smooth back, feeling the softness of her bare skin and his hand moved down from time to time, kneading her tight ass in the silk dress.

 

“I will come to your room tonight.” She offered “Raat bhar jaise chahe chodna. I can take a hard abuse, Vikas. Actually, I love it. And you seem like the kind of guy who will know how to pound a woman like a street whore.”

 

[Pound me how you like, all night.]

 

 

He smiled and squeezed her ass “I do indeed, but I am busy tonight.”

 

“Then tomorrow morning, evening, whenever you want.” She said, clinging to him.

 

“We will see.” He patted her ass and let her out of his arms “Anyhow, you have a campfire to organise.”

 

She grabbed his wrist as he started to walk by her “Vikas, am I that horrible? That show was only a few years back. Have I become unfuckable since then?”

 

Vikas slipped his fingers inside her dress and pulled it aside, baring her left breast “No, you are still very fuckable.”

 

“To chod lo na,” she said “there are no strings attached. Jaise chahe ragad lena meri, and I won’t ask for anything in return. You don’t have to help me, you don’t even have to forgive me. If you are angry with me then fuck me angry, break me, crush me, I told you I can take it.”

 

[Then fuck me. Pound me any way you like.]

 

 

Vikas could not help but fondle her bit, heavy breast that was sagging with gravity. He leaned in and sucked it slowly.

 

“You are a delicious whore,” he looked at her “but I haven’t yet decided what to do with you.”

 

“Jo tum chaho.” She offered.

 

[Whatever you want.]

 

 

“I am not going to decide tonight.” He pulled her dress over her breast again “I will sleep on it and decide tomorrow.”

 

“Ok.” she nodded “I will wait for your decision. Just remember, I am not asking for anything, just fuck me and forget me. Or keep me as your bitch. Whatever you like.”

 

“I will keep that in mind.” Vikas smiled. He turned and walked away.

 

Archana sighed and said to herself “He is heartless, but he makes my cunt throb like crazy.”

 

 

Chapter 4 - When Things Go Wrong

 

After all that planning and intrigue the campfire did not happen. The weather turned foul and with the breeze picking up, the outdoor was considered unsafe to hang out. Unlike last night, there were more elders in the wedding party now and things were not as free-flowing and bold as they wanted them to be. Some people suggested to have the gathering indoors but then everybody knew that that could not be an exclusive party where they could share the dirty stories from the past and tell the jokes that were too raw for mixed company. Reluctantly, it was cancelled, Eesha messaged everybody.

 

Vikas was already on his way to Madhuri’s room when he got the message. Madhuri received him eagerly. She pulled him in and closed the door. Vikas turned and pinned her to the door. She gasped and looked up at him.

 

 

She was wearing a long dress that was deep-cut, clingy and completely sheer. Vikas could see everything from her fair breasts to her creamy thighs and even her pantyless, bare, smoothly shaved pussy. The dress had black patterns on it but they were not covering anything. She was wearing high heels with platforms, the kind that Vikas called whore heels. Her make up was perfect and soft, supple lips were painted red in a shade that would make any man question his life choices.

 

Vikas leaned in and crushed her soft, pouty lips with his lips and she responded with a hunger of her own. As they kissed hard, Vikas kneaded her soft, heavy tits, feeling her softness through her thin dress, her heartbeat coming through to his palms as his fingers crushed her soft mounds roughly enough to make her whimper in his mouth.

 

“Mmmmm, Vikas!” She was panting when they broke the breathless, lust-filled kiss “God, you are always so ruthless with me.”

 

“You deserve it.” He said and pinched nipples hard through the thin fabric of her dress “You are a stunning whore, you deserve to be crushed.”

 

“Vikas, I have fucked other men, both younger and older than me,” Madhuri looked into his eyes adoringly “they have even fucked me hard, but noone has called me a whore or crushed me like you do.”

 

“Are you complaining?” He grinned.

 

“I am telling you why I love you, stupid.” Madhuri grinned.

 

“Well, this stupid student wants to teach the smart teacher something tonight.” Vikas pressed his body on hers, pinning her against the door, his hard, manly body, crushing her soft, delicate body.

 

“Mmmm, yes? What do you want to teach me?”

 

“I want to teach you,” Vikas lifted his hand and slapped her breast “what I do with gorgeous bitches, who break away from my leash,” he slapped her other breast “and go get married.”

 

“Unh! Unh, baby!” Madhuri yelped with his slaps “Yes, teach me. Make your bitch understand that she never be anything but your bitch for all her life.”

 

 

He turned her around and pinned her to the wall. Madhuri pressed her hands on the wall and looked back at him "I hope you like my dress. I put it on just for you."

 

The dress was fully backless and the way the thin, sheer fabric was conforming to her ass was nothing short of dynamite. Vikas grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them hard as he kissed, sucked and bit her bare back. Her smooth body always used to turn him on and in the years that had gone by she had only become hotter and more alluring. His cock was throbbing so hard that he could feel his pulse in it. He passed his arms around her, grabbed her tits and crushed them hard as he ground his cock on her ass.

 

"Daal do, Vikas, please, daal do." Madhuri whimpered a she found her ass on his cock, feeling his hard rod part her tight ass cheeks "Chod do mujhe, Vikas. Aaj raat bhar gaand maaro meri."

 

[Enter me, Vikas, please, enter me. Fuck me, Vikas. Pound my ass all night tonight.]

 

"I am going to pound you so hard that I won't leave you -" Vikas was saying breathlessly when Madhuri’s room phone rang.

 

“Shit!” she said “I will get rid of whoever it is.”

 

Vikas sat down on her bed while she answered the phone. It was a short conversation.

 

She turned to Vikas after she put the phone down “Sorry, Vikas, some girls are coming over to ask about some dance stuff for tomorrow.”

 

“Well, tell them you are busy, or sleepy, or whatever.” Vikas said “Right now you are my bitch.”

 

“I can’t, Vikas.” Madhuri made a sad face “They are already on the way. That was the bride’s mother calling to ask me to help them out. And the bride's mother is also with them.”

 

“Alright.” Vikas got up “I will go.”

 

“Yes, I am sorry, Vikas.” Madhuri came to him “Please, Vikas, may I come to your room after they are gone?”

 

“No, I will be busy.” Vikas said as he walked to the door.

 

“Please, Vikas, I am so sorry.” Madhuri said “I really want to sleep with your dick up my ass tonight.”

 

Vikas turned at the door “Vikas Malhotra does not take second place to anyone.”

 

“Please, Vikas…” Madhuri tried but he turned and walked away.

 

Madhuri slammed her foot on the floor “Damn!”

 

Vikas was walking to his room when his mobile rang. He answered it. It was Eesha.

 

“Baby, why are you alone?” She said.

 

He looked around and saw her in the window of her room. He could see a few girls behind her in the room.

 

“Well, I am going to sleep.” He said.

 

“I know, but you were supposed to have Madhu ma’am in your service tonight.” She said "I asked to come to your tonight, you said aaj tum Madhu ma'am ki loge."

 

[You will nail Madhu ma'am today.]

 

 

“Something happened.” Vikas said “I don’t want to talk about it.”

 

“Then don’t, but you won’t sleep alone.” Eesha said “Give me two minutes, I am coming to your room.”

 

“You are the bride, you have a thousand things to keep you busy.”

 

“I am your bitch before anything.” Eesha said firmly “I can’t let you sleep without a cock parking tonight or any night. You go ahead, and leave the door open, I am coming.”

 

Vikas nodded and hung up.

 

He went to his room and took a shower. He came out with a towel wrapped around him. He was still in his towel when Eesha pushed open the door and entered with a glass of warm milk.

 

“What is this, my wedding night?” Vikas said.

 

“You have the milk and the bride,” Eesha put the glass on the bedside table and turned to him “what more do you need?”

 

 

 

Eesha was wearing a short halter nightie that showed her caramel breasts in a delectable cleavage. It was long enough to cover down to her mid-thighs but it wasn’t covering anything because it was completely sheer.

 

“You do look like a smoking hot bride.” He admitted.

 

“And you are my real husband,” she walked over to him “always have been since the first time we met.”

 

“Yeah?” Vikas was liking this after the incident in Madhuri’s room. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. .

 

Eesha caressed his bare chest and looked up into his eyes “Baby, I am your bitch before being bride or anything else. Please remember, I belong to your dick, that’s the truth of my life, everything else is secondary.”

 

 

Vikas could feel her bare back in the deep-cut nightie and below that her tight, sculpted buttocks in the thin fabric. His cock was getting hard enough to push the front of the towel into a cone shape.

 

“You walked out in this?” He said as he kneaded her soft, firm buttocks.

 

“I had a robe on.” Eesha grinned, pleased at his reaction as she could feel his cock rising between her legs.

 

“Where is it?” He said.

 

“Outside.” Eesha said “First impressions are important you have taught me.”

 

“You were a good student.” He leaned, keeping her in his grip as he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes.

 

“I still am.” Eesha breathed, meeting his gaze boldly.

 

“Maybe another class is needed.” He said.

 

Eesha pulled his towel off. She looked at his hard, erect cock, then looked at him “I thought you were tired after that long day?”

 

“I was.” Vikas smiled “But when the lion sees the meat....”

 

“Oh, my lion is hungry?” Eesha bit her lip as she looked at him with a gleam in her eyes.

 

“Starving.” Vikas pressed his cock between her legs.

 

“Well,” Eesha lifted her nightie, baring her pussy “your meat is ready – soft, juicy and moist as you like it.”

 

Vikas pushed his cock into her without any preamble.

 

“Ah!” Eesha yelped, going on her tiptoes instinctively to relieve the pain that his cock caused as his bulbous cockhead stretched her tight pussy hole and entered her.

 

Vikas looked at her with a frown “Is that what I have taught you, whore?”

 

Eesha shook her head, her eyes moist as she tried to get adjusted to his huge cock in her wet, but tight pussy.

 

“What have I taught you?” Vikas said.

 

“That pain is a slut’s best teacher.” Eesha lowered her heels to the floor and took him deeper into her cunt, causing more pain for herself “it can make her the whore she was born to be.”

 

“Wait, your robe?” Vikas held her ass cheeks in his hands.

 

“It can wait.” Eesha breathed and pressed her face in the crook of his neck while lowering her ass to take him deep in her cunt. The fresh pain made her whimper “Ah, god!”

 

Vikas pulled her little nightie off, it wasn’t covering much anyway, but now he grabbed her full, heavy tits and kneaded them hard as he pushed his cock up into her tight cunt with forceful thrusts. With the pressure from both points, Eesha had to move back and looked for something to hold on to. She grabbed the side of the bed and let Vikas fuck her against it. He lifted her leg and she put her knee on the bed. As her pussy opened in this pose, Vikas penetrated her deeper with a long, rough thrust.

 

“Ah, god, Vikas!” She lowered her head on his shoulder and shook from head to toe as her pussy erupted like a volcano and flowed like a waterfall, soaking his thick, long shaft in her hot cum all the way to the base. He kept jamming his cock deep into her cunt, her orgasm spiking higher with his rough thrusts. Eesha pressed her cheek to his cheek and whimpered “Tod do mujhe, Vikas!”

 

[Break me, Vikas!]

 

Vikas pulled her hair and made her look at him “What are you?”

 

“Your whore.” Eesha gasped. Her orgasm had just started to subside but it spiked again.

 

He slapped her breast, making it bounce “Make me believe it.”

 

“Ah, god, Vikas!” Eesha cried out “I am your whore, baby. I was born to be your whore. I belong to your cock, my love. Baby, tum jab jahan loge main doongi. Sirf tumhari kutiya ban ke rahoogi. Sirf tumhari kutiya.”

 

[Baby, I will give it to you whenever and wherever you take it. I will only remain your bitch. Only your bitch.]

 

Vikas' cock was throbbing in her cunt as she was submitting to him completely and unconditionally, but he slapped her other breast, making it sting as his hard, heavy hand landed on the soft, delicate breast “Who’s more important than me in your life?”

 

“Nobody, baby.” Eesha looked into his eyes “Nobody at all.”

 

“Your husband?” he slapped her tits with each question while his cock pummelled her cunt like a monster.

 

“No, baby.” Eesha shook her head. She was getting breathless and her pussy was on fire. She was dying to come but she was trying to hold while Vikas used and abused her gorgeous, delicate body like a heartless beast.

 

“Your in-laws?” He continued to warm her soft, fair tits with his heavy hand.

 

“No, baby.” Eesha’s tears were filling her eyes but she was still looking at him intently “Nobody. You are my life, my owner. I am your bitch.”

 

Vikas slapped her face “Don’t lie to me, cunt!”

 

Eesha’s tears leaked out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She shook her head “It’s the truth, baby, it’s the truth of my life. Ah!”

 

Her orgasm hit her body with the sudden fury of a storm that capsies boats. She held on to him with both arms and pressed her face in the crook of his “Your whore, baby, I am your whore.” Her voice was broken but her words held conviction “Main tumhari kutiya hoon, Vikas. You are everything to me. I belong to your cock, my life belongs to you, you know that. Use me, baby, break me, destroy me. I deserve that I deserve to be sacrificed on your cock. Your cock is my god, Vikas, I worship it with my body. You know you have always owned me, and you always will. My husband is a loser, you own my ass, my love. You will use me as you want, when you want, always, he can’t do anything. Your whore will always be your whore.”

 

[I am your bitch, Vikas.]

 

 

Her intense and intimate submission was getting to Vikas. He grabbed her ass and kneaded her ass cheeks hard as she jammed his cock so deep into her vagina, that his cockhead hit her cervix. Eesha screamed and came again, trembling from head to toe but not asking him to slow down or take it easy on her.

 

Vikas was now insanely hot. He was grunting like a wild beast as he was fucking Eesha brutally deep and hard. She was not a bride who was about to get married in two days, she was his whore, a whore he had bought from the street and one he intended use fully to get his money’s worth.

 

“Ah, whore!” Vikas gasped as his cock exploded so hard that it took his breath away. He continued pounding her cunt, his cockhead beating her cervix into submission as he pumped his hot cum into her womb, marking her in a very clear, undeniable way.

 

Eesha could feel his heat inside her and feeling her knees give way as her pussy was erupting again, driving her past the edge of sanity. She was clinging to him and begging him to use her and abuse her soft, delicate body “Tod do, Vikas. Randi ki tarah, poori tarah tod do apni kutiya ko.”

 

[Break me, Vikas. Break your bitch completely, like a whore.]

 

Vikas pulled his cock out before it could lose its hardness, he turned her around, used her hair to push her down and pushed his cock into her tight ass in one fast, hard thrust. His massive cock stretched her tight, brown anus and pierced through her sphincters to invade her hot ass. His round, bulbous cockhead was lodged in her ass several inches deep in that one rough thrust.

 

“Ah, mumma!” Eesha’s scream was loud and long as her body shook with the erotic, hot pain that shot up from her ass and washed over every inch of her body. Her tears began to soak into the bedsheet.

 

Vikas pushed his fingers deeper into her silken locks and pressed her face into the bed “Tell me what you are good for!”

 

“Ah, use...use and abuse, baby, your use and abuse.” Eesha said quickly and loudly. Her body was buzzing with the electric sensations that were making her breathless. She was clutching the bed, her fingernails digging into the bedsheet while Vikas drilled her ass like a beast, stuffing her with is manmeat so deep that her breath was knocked out with each stroke. Eesha was feeling the heat rise in her body, the harder he was using her, the more her pussy was pulsing and throbbing.

 

“My use?” He kept her hair in his grip as he sucked her neck, tasting her gorgeous body, devouring her, his mouth pressing on her smooth, caramel skin just below her jaw line while his cock fucked her ass deeper and deeper.

 

“Oh, god! Yes. Your use, baby, I am yours to use and abuse. Ah, god, Vikas. Yes, hurt me, baby. Break your whore.” She felt his cock invaded her anal canal and the heat that was sizzling in her body was now reaching dangerous levels. Vikas kept jamming his cock deeper into her and Eesha lost control “Ah, mumma!”

 

He pulled her hair and kissed her hard, sucking her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, feeding her his saliva while he drilled in and out of her anal canal, using her like a fucktoy, giving her no choice but to surrender. Eesha was transported back to the college days when she used to live with him and he used to pound her regularly. Her thighs were always aching in those days as he fucked her so frequently that her body could not heal fully before he bent her over again. Eesha was addicted to him, his dominance and ruthless use of her body. She had never said no to him and she was remembering very clearly now why.

 

She sucked his tongue into her mouth, drinking his saliva while her pussy pumped out her cum in large doses. Her tears were flowing freely and soaking into the bedsheet. Eesha knew she could not stand, her knees had given in, she was held in place by his hands and his cock that was stuffed so incredibly deep in her ass that she could not go anywhere. Even as her orgasm subsided, she could feel another one building between her legs. She was helpless in his hands and her body loved it. He was fucking deep into her anal canal and she could feel his thick cock causing so much friction that her anus felt like a ring of fire.

 

“Oh, Vikas! Break me!” She panted when he broke the rough, fierce kiss and her pussy erupted again into a shower of sparks “Hurt me, my love! I am your bitch. Kutiya ki tarah meri gaand maaro, Vikas. Tod do mujhe. Mujh pe reham mat karo. I left you na, baby? I am a bad whore. Badla le lo. Randi ki tarah todo mujhe.”

 

[Kuttiya ki tarah meri gaand maaro, Vikas. Tod do mujhe. Mujh pe reham mat karo. Badla le lo. Randi ki tarah todo mujhe.]

 

Vikas was grunting and groaning as his cock was throbbing like crazy and he could feel Eesha responding to his rough, brutally deep fucking. He sucked her bare barck, his teeth grazing along her soft, smooth skin while he stuffed her ass with his cock so deep that her breath was knocked out with each thrust. Eesha came again within seconds of the last orgasm. She knew this state, she was in the ‘whore zone’ now she would come every few seconds as his brutal use of her body had made her so excited that even a little touch, even the feel of the bedsheet on her nipples, or the night air on her pussy, anything could and did make her come again.

 

Eesha was always so hot, so gorgeous that guys chased her like hungry dogs. She was proud of her looks and her body and rightly so. She loved sex and she loved controlling men, manipulating them easily, whenever she wanted. But things had changed when she had met Vikas. In that one photoshoot, she had come under his spell. He had been a perfect professional when doing her shoot, even when she was fully naked. But Eesha had been highly aroused. As the shoot had progressed, she had become convinced that she was not going to leave that studio without taking his cock in her. She had fallen for him so quickly that she had been ready for him for the taking.

 

When he had not tried to fuck her, she had made the first move but then he had taken her and it was like she was being fucked for the first time. From the first time he pushed his cock into her hungry, wet cunt, he had always dominated her mercilessly. When Eesha left there, she was dripping his cum from her holes and she knew that she was in love with him.

 

After that, she had loved not just getting under him for his use but to break other girls for him, girls who were pretty and proud like she had been. Eesha immensely enjoyed watching him break their pride, how he turned them from a proud beauty to a fucktoy, how he conquered them with his cock and how they begged for his cock after that. Eesha had become hooked on that feeling of breaking stunning beauties for Vikas, making them his fucktoys, especially girls who had boyfriends or sometimes fiancées. Today she had felt that same thrill again when she had got Nabha under Vikas again.

 

“I won’t let you go this time.” Vikas said in her ear “You will be my bitch. I will keep you on a short leash.”

 

“Ah, yes, baby! Yes!” Eesha loved that idea “Keep me on a leash, I am your pet bitch. Just say that word and I will leave from this wedding, baby. I want to live as your pet bitch forever, your personal whore, my love, just like I always dreamed.”

 

“You will live as my bitch, Eesha.” Vikas kept fucking her hard, his cock now drilling through her anal canal, demolishing her tight, hot ass like a heartless beast “Even after your marriage, you will be my bitch. I will control your life. Completely.”

 

“Oh, god, yes, yes, baby yes!” Eesha was double excited from his words and his cock. her pussy exploded again and she squirmed on the bed, her tits getting crushed into the bed as he kept her pinned down and destroyed her ass with his cock. Eesha surrendered completely, without any reservations, letting him claim her as his personal bitch, becoming his whore again, two days before her wedding. She panted “You will own me, baby, you will own my husband. You will own my mother-in-law.”

 

As Eesha remembered that Vikas had nailed her would-be sister-in-law and mother-in-law as well, her pussy tingled so hard that she moaned. She was looking forward to living in a family where the entire household was under Vikas' possession. She resolved to find any hot cousin sisters or aunties that Adarsh had and breaking them for Vikas, making them his whores. That incredible thought triggered her next orgasm and she came with a loud scream.

 

Vikas' cock flexed in her ass as Eesha reminded him about Mahima. He knew she was back in his possession now just as she was his personal whore in college, but things were hotter now as she was going to Eesha’s mother-in-law and his whore. Vikas grunted like an animal and slammed his cock so deep into Eesha’s ass that his cockhead invaded her bowels. As Eesha screamed again, his cock flexed and Vikas continued to pound her brutally deep, demolishing her ass without showing any mercy on her soft, delicate body.