Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Riya revisits Shankar

Riya's footsteps were light as she approached Shankar's quarters. She had spent the entire day replaying their previous meeting, the memory of his touch igniting something within her that she couldn't ignore. After meeting her friends at the café and spending hours at college, she knew she needed to see Shankar again. The excitement, the curiosity—it was all too overwhelming.


She wore a white dress that ended at her mid-thigh, flowing gracefully around her as she walked. It was one of her favorite dresses, simple yet elegant. The thought that Shankar might notice her in it made her heart skip a beat. The dress had a zipper running down the back, which she hoped would catch his attention. She wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted to happen, but her body seemed to know, guiding her back to his room.


As she reached his door, she took a deep breath before gently knocking. Within moments, the door opened, and Shankar’s eyes lit up at the sight of her. There was a hunger in his gaze that sent shivers through her.


“Riya,” Shankar said, his voice a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. “You came back.”


Riya smiled shyly, her gaze briefly lowering before she met his eyes again. “I wanted to check on you. How’s your back?” she asked, though her voice betrayed the real reason she had come.


Shankar’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He stepped back to let her in, and as she entered, she could feel his eyes roam over her body, taking in every detail.


She walked over to the small sofa, her steps slow and deliberate as if giving him time to admire her. She glanced back at him, his eyes fixed on her, his gaze lingering on her thighs and the zipper on her dress. She felt her heart thump harder in her chest.


“Do you need help again?” she asked, her voice softer now, almost a whisper. Her words were implied an invitation she barely dared to utter. She was nervous.


Shankar’s smile widened, and he nodded. “Yes, I think I might,” he said, stepping closer to her. He reached out, his fingers brushing her arm gently before trailing down to her hand. “Would you mind helping me with the pillows again?”


Riya nodded, her mouth suddenly dry as she moved towards the sofa. As she leaned over, adjusting the cushions, she felt Shankar move behind her, his presence making her skin tingle. She was acutely aware of every breath and movement, and then she felt it—his hand on her lower back, his fingers trailing down to the zipper of her dress.


“Your dress…” Shankar whispered, his voice husky. “It might get wrinkled. Let me help you out of it.”


Riya’s breath caught, her pulse quickening at his words. She hesitated momentarily, but then she nodded slightly, her heart pounding. She felt the cold metal of the zipper as Shankar slowly pulled it down, the sound filling the quiet room. The fabric loosened around her, and she could feel the cool air against her bare skin.


Shankar’s hands were gentle as he helped slide the dress down her shoulders. His fingers brushing her skin sent a shiver down her spine. The dress fell to her waist, revealing her back and the soft curve of her chest. Riya closed her eyes.


“Riya…” Shankar whispered her name as if it was something precious to be cherished. His hands moved to her shoulders, pulling her back towards him. She could feel his breath on her neck, his lips placing soft, lingering kisses there.
 

She let out a soft sigh, her body leaning back against his, her head tilting slightly to give him better access. His hands slid down her bare arms, and then they moved around her, cupping her breasts gently. She gasped at the contact, her eyes fluttering open as she looked down, seeing his hands on her, feeling the warmth of his touch.


“You’re so beautiful,” Shankar murmured, his lips moving against her skin. He squeezed her breasts with gentle force, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. Riya felt her entire body respond, heat pooling in her intimate core as she leaned into him, her breath coming in shallow gasps.


Shankar’s other hand moved down to her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her soft skin. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, his hard arousal evident as she felt him against her back. He kissed her neck again, his lips moving lower, brushing against her shoulder, as his hands continued exploring.


Riya turned her head slightly, her lips searching for his, and Shankar obliged, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. It started tentatively, but soon it grew more urgent, their tongues exploring, their breaths mingling. His hands roamed freely now, one still massaging her breast with greater force now while the other moved to the inside of her thigh, inching higher, drawing soft whimpers from her.


She felt her legs grow weak, and her body completely surrendered to his touch. Shankar turned her around, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her. Her dress hung loosely around her waist, her chest bare before him. He took a moment to admire her, his gaze intense, filled with raw desire.


Slowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips to her collarbone, trailing kisses down her chest, each one more passionate than the last. His hands were everywhere—on her hips, her waist, her thighs—as if trying to memorize every inch of her. Riya’s mind was hazy, lost in the sensations that flooded her, her body on fire, her skin tingling wherever he touched. She was feeling moisture in her core.


Shankar moved his lips down, trailing soft kisses from Riya's collarbone to the swell of her breasts. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, seeking her response. She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear and curiosity, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.


Slowly, he pressed a kiss to the soft skin at the top of her breast, his lips lingering there as he inhaled her scent. His hands slid down to her waist, then lower, pushing the rest of her dress past her hips until it pooled at her feet. She stood before him in undergarments, her smooth, fair skin glowing in the soft evening light that filtered through the curtains.


Riya swallowed hard, her hands resting on Shankar's shoulders for support. Her heart was pounding, her body trembling slightly at the intensity of his gaze. He pulled her closer, his hands on her bare hips, and she felt the warmth of his body against her. He kissed her again, first her collarbone, then her neck, and then slowly moved back up, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.


She let out a soft whimper as his hands moved up her sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, teasing her. Shankar took his time, savoring every moment, every sound that escaped her lips. He could feel her body relaxing, slowly giving in to the desire he created. He pulled her closer, one hand slipping around her back while the other moved up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.


Riya gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him. Shankar took the opportunity, his lips trailing down to the hollow of her throat, his teeth grazing her skin lightly. He wanted to ignite a fire in her, push her boundaries, and show her what desire genuinely felt like. He could sense her hesitance but also her curiosity.


He pulled her down onto the sofa, positioning her on his lap, her legs straddling him. She felt his hard penis pressing against her, the heat between them growing more intense. Shankar's hands moved over her back, pulling her closer, his lips finding her neck again. He kissed her there, slow and deliberate, his hands slipping down to her thighs, feeling their smoothness as he caressed her.


One hand moved up to her chest, his fingers sliding beneath her bra, gently pulling the fabric away until her breast was exposed. He cupped it, squeezing softly, his thumb brushing over her nipple, drawing a moan from her. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and saw the way her face flushed, her lips parted in pleasure.


He leaned in, taking her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, flicking gently before sucking. Riya let out a shuddering breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trembling at the feeling. She had never felt anything like it before—this rush of heat and pleasure. Each action of Shankar was creating some warmth in her pussy.


Shankar's free hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. He wanted to explore her, to see just how far she would let him go. His fingers brushed against her most intimate place, and he felt her stiffen slightly, her eyes widening. He paused momentarily, his gaze meeting hers, allowing her to stop him if she wanted to.


But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and a burning curiosity. She was scared but wanted to feel more, to understand this new world of sensations. Shankar took that as his answer, his fingers slipping further down, touching her gently, feeling her wetness.


Riya gasped, her head falling back, her body pressing against him as she let out a soft moan. Shankar’s heart pounded at the sound, the way her body responded to him. He moved his fingers slowly, teasing her, exploring her, while his lips continued their exploration of her chest. He wanted to make her feel everything, to push her to the edge.


He could feel her body trembling, her breathing becoming more erratic, her hips moving slightly in response to his touch. She was losing herself in the sensations, her body taking over where her mind hesitated. Shankar smiled against her skin, his lips moving back up to her neck, his fingers continuing their gentle exploration.


“You’re so beautiful, Riya,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration and desire. “Just let go… trust me.”


Riya’s eyes met his, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She nodded slightly, her body surrendering to his touch, the fear in her eyes slowly giving way to something primal. As Shankar continued to touch her, to explore her, he knew that this was only the beginning, that he was slowly breaking down the walls she had around her.


Shankar could feel her hips move slightly, her body responding to his touch. He continued to kiss her, his fingers moving with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing soft moans from her lips. He could tell that she was getting lost in the sensations, her body slowly giving in to the pleasure he was creating.


“Just let yourself go, Riya,” Shankar whispered, his voice low and filled with desire.


She could feel Shankar’s fingers moving slowly, his touch gentle yet firm, exploring her, teasing her. It was overwhelming—every sensation, every touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her tremble against him.


“Do you want me to stop?” he asked teasingly.


Riya looked at him, her eyes wide, her breathing still heavy. She didn’t know what she wanted—her body wanted more, craved the sensations he was giving her. She shook her head slowly, her voice barely a whisper. “No… don’t stop.”


Shankar’s smile widened, and he kissed her again. He could feel her body relaxing. His fingers moved more boldly now, his hand sliding down to her inner thigh, spreading her legs slightly as he touched her. He could feel the heat, the wetness, and he knew she was ready for more.

He moved his other hand up her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away, revealing her entirely to him. He looked at her, his eyes filled with admiration. She was so beautiful and innocent, yet there was a fire inside her that he wanted to stoke, to bring out ultimately.


He moved his fingers more purposefully now, his touch deliberate, wanting to bring her closer to the edge. He could feel her body tensing, her breathing becoming erratic, her hips moving against his hand. She was close, and he wanted her to feel everything, to experience the release he knew her body was craving.


Riya’s mind was a blur, her thoughts fading as her body took over. The sensations were too much, the pleasure too intense. She felt the tension building, the heat spreading through her body, and she knew she was close to something—something she had never felt before. Her breathing quickened, her hands clutching at Shankar’s shoulders, her eyes closing as she gave in to that feeling.


And then it happened—a wave of pleasure crashing over her, her body tensing, her mind going blank as she let out a soft cry, her entire body trembling in Shankar’s arms. He held her close, his lips on her neck, his hands moving gently, guiding her through the intense sensations.


She collapsed against him, her breathing heavy, her body limp. Shankar wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his hands stroking her back gently. He could feel her heart pounding, her body trembling, and he smiled, satisfied with what he had brought her to feel.


“Shh… it’s okay,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. “You did so well, Riya.”


Riya opened her eyes slowly, looking at him. Her face flushed, her lips parted, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction and completeness. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, her arms wrapping around his neck.


They stayed like that momentarily, holding each other in the room's quiet. Riya’s body was still buzzing with the aftershocks of her release, her mind slowly returning to reality. She didn’t know what this meant, what they had just done, but for now, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to be close to him and feel his warmth.


Shankar held her, his hands gently stroking her hair, his lips pressing soft kisses to her forehead. He knew this was only the beginning—they had crossed a line, and there was no going back. But he didn’t care. He wanted her, and now that he had tasted her, he wouldn’t let her go.



Shankar looked down at Riya, admiring her bare skin, the flush on her cheeks, and how she seemed lost in her thoughts. He gently tilted her face upwards to look at him, his fingers brushing against her chin. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her lips still parted.


"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice a mix of tenderness and desire.


Riya nodded slowly, but her eyes were filled with uncertainty. She knew she had crossed a line.


"You are beautiful, Riya. You don't need to be afraid," he said, his voice warm and comforting. He leaned down to kiss her forehead softly, making her heart flutter.


Riya tried to smile, though her mind was still racing. She could feel Shankar’s hand slowly moving along her bare back, the warmth of his touch making her shiver slightly. She swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing as she looked at him.


“Shankar… what does this mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 


Shankar smiled gently.  "It means you're special to me, Riya," he said. You have nothing to worry about. We are sharing something beautiful that only the two of us understand."


Riya nodded, her eyes searching his for reassurance. She appreciated his words, even though she still felt conflicted. A part of her wanted to pull away, to end whatever this was before it went too far, but another part of her—wanted to stay.


Shankar gently pulled her closer again, his hands caressing her back. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. He could feel her relaxing, her body slowly giving in to his touch. He moved his lips to her neck, kissing her there, feeling her shiver against him.


“You’re safe with me,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. “I’ll never hurt you.”


Riya leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her breathing steady. She still felt overwhelmed, but something about Shankar’s presence calmed her. She let her hands move, tracing the lines of his chest, her fingers brushing against his skin.


Shankar smiled at her touch, his lips moving to her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Riya,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. He moved his hand to her hair, his fingers brushing it gently.


Riya looked up at him, her eyes softening. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss, her fingers curling in his hair.


Shankar responded, his hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. He wanted her to feel his desire for her, but he also wanted her to understand that it wasn’t just about the physical—it was about their connection and growing emotions.


Slowly, he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “You can stay with me for as long as you want,” he said gently. “Or if you need to go, that’s okay too. I just want you to know that you’re always welcome here.”


Riya looked at him, her eyes softening, and nodded. She still wasn’t sure what she wanted or what was right, but she knew that she needed to go, as her mom might be worrying about her. She did not want to raise their suspicion about her spending time away.


Riya said I needed to go because my parents might be looking for me. Shankar understood and said, "Yes, we need to be careful." I hope to see you tomorrow.


For now, she wanted to be close to him, feel his touch's warmth, and explore the strange new world of emotions and sensations he had awakened inside her. And Shankar, too, knew that this was just the beginning of their story—a story still unfolding, filled with uncertainty, desire, and a connection neither of them had anticipated.

[Deepak.kapoor]

waiting for updates, superb story writing

Thanks for appreciating the work. Kind readers like you make authors' day.

[bsam_46]

Wow.... amazing. Eagerly waiting for her journey

[primeOne]

amazing story, please update the story. waiting for the journey of riya

[richierich4u]

Naice

[Deepak.kapoor]

Temporary construction workers

As Riya and Shankar continued to explore their newfound feeling, the atmosphere shifted with the sudden entry of two new characters. They were temporary construction workers hired by Riya’s father to renovate their lavish home.


The first worker, towering at 6'2", was a striking figure with a muscular build. His skin was deep black, glistening slightly under the sun as he worked, and his deep voice resonated with authority.


The second worker was shorter but equally robust, standing at 5'9". His features were rugged, with weathered skin that told stories of years spent laboring under the sun. He had a friendly demeanor, often breaking into a wide grin that lit up his face, making him approachable despite his muscular frame.


The two temporary construction workers are named Arjun and Vikram. Arjun is the tall, strong one at 6'2", while Vikram stands at 5'9" and has a friendly demeanor.


Arjun and Vikram couldn’t help but be captivated by Riya’s beauty. They admired her grace, fair skin, and effortless charm from a distance. It was clear to them that Riya was from a completely different world—one of wealth and sophistication—which they could only hope to look at from far away, but this only heightened their fascination. Looking at Riya invoked a feeling like they were looking at a Sexy actress whom they could only watch from far away.


As the two men set up their tools and began working on the house, Riya noticed them moving about with an ease that came from experience.


The presence of the construction workers created tension in the air; she felt both excitement and apprehension. Would they interrupt her time with Shankar? Would they change the dynamic of what was unfolding between them?


As Riya observed the workers, she noticed how they occasionally exchanged glances, their eyes lingering on her. This sparked a flurry of thoughts in her mind—what would happen if they saw the intimacy shared between her and Shankar?


Shankar had also noticed the construction workers. As they arrived, he felt a slight shift in the atmosphere. While drawn to Riya, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed.


Riya found herself torn between two worlds—the one filled with her relationship with Shankar and the other marked by the reality of the construction workers’ presence. 


One day, they noticed Riya heading toward Shankar’s quarters. She stayed there for quite a while, and this piqued their curiosity. They exchanged glances, silently wondering what she could be doing with the driver for so long. Vikram, with his friendly grin, nudged Arjun. “Did you see that? What do you think she’s up to?”


Arjun, the more serious of the two, nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. “It’s strange. She doesn’t look like someone who’d be spending so much time with a driver. Maybe there's more going on.”


The two men decided they wanted to find out what exactly was happening. Their curiosity was not merely out of concern; there was a hint of envy as well. Shankar, though a driver, seemed to have something they didn’t—access to this beautiful young woman. It stirred something inside both men—an eagerness to uncover whatever secret lay between Shankar and Riya.


The next time they saw Riya walk towards Shankar's quarters, they decided to follow her from a distance. They crept, careful not to attract attention, their eyes fixed on her as she disappeared inside. They waited, watching from behind a corner. They wanted to know what was happening behind those closed doors.


They found a window in Shankar's quarters that was not fully closed. With a slight push from outside, they opened the window more, and now they could discreetly observe the scene inside.


As they peeked through the window opening, they were stunned to see Riya and Shankar in an intimate moment. Shankar's holding Riya, their closeness, and the passion that filled the room made it more than just a casual visit. The two men exchanged astonished glances, their eyes widening as they witnessed the scene.


Seeing an opportunity, Arjun quickly reached for his mobile phone, his hands trembling with excitement and disbelief. He opened the camera, capturing the intimate moment between Riya and Shankar. He recorded everything, from the tender kisses to the way they held each other, capturing every detail without making a sound.


Vikram whispered to Arjun, his voice a mixture of excitement and shock, “Can you believe this? The driver and the rich girl? This is unbelievable.”


Arjun nodded, his eyes still fixed as he recorded the scene before him. “This could be useful,” he muttered, a sly smile forming.


They both knew they had stumbled upon something explosive they could use. The video they captured wasn’t just a record—it was power. As they finished recording, they exchanged a knowing look, realizing that this secret could change everything. The balance of power had shifted, and they held the leverage now.


As they quietly moved away from the window, careful not to make any noise, they knew they had to decide what to do with this footage.


After her time with Shankar, Riya felt a mix of emotions—excitement, confusion, and guilt. She had just shared an intimate moment with Shankar. Her heart pounded as she returned home, trying to control her thoughts.


She carefully adjusted her dress, ensuring no one in the house would notice anything unusual. Her cheeks flushed as she walked past the workers, including Arjun and Vikram, who seemed to be going about their work. Little did she know that they had witnessed everything.


When Riya finally reached home, she went straight to her room. She needed some time alone to process everything that had happened. She closed the door, leaned against it, and deeply breathed. Her mind replayed the events in Shankar's house—his touch, his kiss, how she felt exhilarated. It was all so overwhelming.


She sat down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her fingers absentmindedly touching her lips. The thought of Shankar and the intensity of their time together made her heart race again. She knew she was treading dangerous ground—her father’s strictness, the difference in their social status, the fact that Shankar was their family driver—it all felt wrong, yet it made her crave more.


She couldn’t help but wonder if anyone had noticed anything or if someone had seen her sneaking away to Shankar’s quarters. There was an underlying fear, but her strange thrill quickly overshadowed it. Riya couldn’t deny the attraction that had blossomed between her and Shankar.

[primeOne]

please update more frequently

[Fuckstar]

Please specify the ages of these workers.

[bsam_46]

Great going....
..

[primeOne]

when is the next update?

[Deepak.kapoor]

Blackmail--Part1

Riya carefully chose her outfit as she prepared to visit Shankar the following day. She wore a pink dress, slightly shorter than usual, with a zip at the back. The dress hugged her figure, accentuating her curves, and her toned thighs were more visible than ever. There was an anticipation in the air, and she was excited to see Shankar again, eager for the familiar thrill of their secret moments.


However, as she stepped out of her house and began going to Shankar's quarters, Arjun intercepted her. He called her name, his voice carrying an unfamiliar edge. Riya stopped in her tracks, startled, and turned to face him.


"Arjun? What is it?" she asked, trying to calm her tone.


Arjun smiled, but something was unsettling about how he looked at her. "Come with me, Riya. There's something you need to see at the construction site," he said, gesturing towards the partially built structure where he and Vikram had been working.


Riya hesitated momentarily, unsure of what this was about, but she followed him. They went to a secluded area behind the construction site, where Vikram was waiting. She looked around, confused, and then back at Arjun.


"What is this about?" she asked, her voice shaky now.


Arjun exchanged a knowing glance with Vikram before turning his attention back to her. He pulled out his phone and showed her the video of Shankar and her intimate moment. Riya’s heart sank as she realized what it was. Her face turned pale, and she looked up at them, her eyes wide with shock.


Arjun's voice was calm, but there was a hint of menace. "We know your secret, Riya. We saw everything yesterday. And we even recorded it. Now, we don't want to cause you trouble... or Shankar. But we do want something in return."


Riya's heart was pounding, her mind racing with panic. "What... what do you want?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper
.

Vikram stepped forward, a sly smile playing on his lips. "It's simple, Riya. We want you to kiss us. Five minutes each day, just like you do with Shankar in the same way. Nothing more, nothing less."


Riya’s eyes widened, and she felt her stomach turn. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought of being coerced, of having to be intimate with these men, made her feel sick. But she also knew the power they held over her. If that video got out, it would ruin everything—her family’s reputation, her father's trust, and whatever she had with Shankar.


Arjun stepped closer, his eyes locking with hers. "Think of it as just a little favor, Riya. We don't want to hurt you. We want a taste of what Shankar has."


Riya swallowed hard, her throat dry. She felt trapped, with no way out. The pressure of their demand weighed heavily on her.


Riya's heart sank as she realized she had to comply. The thought of her intimate moments with Shankar being exposed terrified her. With a deep breath, she nodded reluctantly, agreeing to their demand. After all, it was "just a kiss," she tried to convince herself.


Arjun and Vikram exchanged triumphant glances. Arjun wasted no time, stepping closer to her. He demanded the kiss be like what he had seen in the video, full of passion and involvement. Riya hesitated, feeling her stomach churn with anxiety. She leaned in, pressing her lips against Arjun's, her movements hesitant and lacking the intensity that Arjun had witnessed with Shankar.


After a few seconds, Arjun pulled back, a look of dissatisfaction on his face. "No, Riya, that's not it," he said, shaking his head. "That's nothing like what I saw in the video. There was passion, involvement... This is just that you are going through the motions."


Arjun stepped back, pulled a nearby chair, and sat down. He patted his lap with a sly grin. "Come on, Riya. Sit here, just like with Shankar. Let’s do this properly."


Riya swallowed hard, her face burning with embarrassment. She wanted to protest, but the fear of what they held over her silenced her. Slowly, she walked toward Arjun, her hands trembling as she climbed onto his lap. She could feel the roughness of his jeans against her thighs, and it made her shiver with discomfort.


She leaned in again, trying to kiss him, but her fear and hesitation were evident. Arjun, clearly dissatisfied, pulled back once more. "No, Riya. This is not what I saw. You're not giving in the way you did with Shankar," he said with a frustrated edge.


He glanced at Vikram, who was watching intently, then looked back at Riya with a smirk. "Maybe you need some help getting into the mood," Arjun said, his eyes narrowing. He reached out, his hand resting on her waist, before moving to her back. Riya stiffened as his hand slid down, hesitating before resting on her thigh. He gave her a slight squeeze, his eyes locking onto hers.


Riya’s breath caught in her throat. The sensation of Arjun's hand on her body was repulsive. She felt her eyes well up, but she forced herself not to cry, knowing that any sign of weakness would only worsen things. Arjun moved his other hand slowly up her back, then gently cupped her neck.


"See, Riya," Arjun said, his voice almost mockingly gentle, "the way you kissed Shankar was different because you wanted it. Please do the same with me. Kiss me like you mean it. Use your hands, lean into it."


She took a shaky breath, her mind swirling with confusion and disgust, but she did as she was told. Her hands rested on his chest, and she leaned in again. This time, she forced herself to kiss him more deeply, her lips pressing against his with more force, her heart pounding in her chest.


Arjun responded immediately, one of his hands moving to her lower back, pulling her closer while the other slowly made its way up her side, grazing the side of her chest.


Feeling the hands on her body as she kissed Arjun, she tried to give him what he wanted so that it would end.


Arjun looked at Riya, shaking his head slowly, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It's better, Riya, but still not quite there. It would be best if you were more involved than you were with Shankar. You can do better." He exchanged a knowing glance with Vikram, who smirked, clearly enjoying Riya's discomfort.


Riya’s heart sank, and she felt a mix of exhaustion and dread. She had already pushed herself to do something she never thought she would, yet it wasn't enough for Arjun.


Arjun leaned back in his chair, eyes on her, and gestured toward Vikram. "You know, Riya, it's not just me. Vikram deserves his share, too, just like we agreed," he said with a sly smile.


Riya looked at Vikram, who was waiting expectantly, his expression smug.


"Come here, Riya," Vikram said, his voice low and commanding as he patted his lap.


Riya walked over to him, her legs feeling like they could give way. She sat down on his lap, feeling the weight of what she was about to do. She leaned in, pressing her lips against Vikram’s. This time, she tried her best to put more into the kiss, her hands resting on his shoulders.


Vikram eagerly kissed her back, his lips pressing harder against hers as his hands started to roam. One rested on her bare thigh, squeezing her skin, while the other made its way up her back, holding her in place. Riya could feel his breath against her face, the intensity of his kiss making her uneasy, but she forced herself to match it, knowing it was the only way to get through this.


Arjun still wasn't satisfied. He looked at Riya, his eyes narrowing with impatience. "Riya, it's still not enough. Something is missing. It's not on the same level as with Shankar," he said firmly.


Vikram nodded in agreement, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, Riya. You're holding back, and that’s not what we want. You need to be fully involved. We’re not convinced, not yet."


Riya's heart sank further, and she could feel her legs trembling. She wanted to argue, to push back, but she knew she had no choice. They had recorded her private moments with Shankar—something she couldn't let her family or anyone else know about. She could feel her throat tightening as tears threatened to fall.


Arjun exchanged a look with Vikram and then turned back to Riya. "Maybe you need a bit more help getting in the right mood, just like you did with Shankar," Arjun said, his voice lower and more suggestive.


Riya’s face burned with humiliation as she looked at them. She knew what they wanted. They didn’t just want her to kiss them—they wanted her to react, to show that she was into it, just like in the video. And now, they were willing to push her further to get what they wanted.


Arjun reached out, placing a hand on her waist before slowly sliding it up, grazing her stomach, his fingers brushing against her blouse. He smiled at her, his gaze filled with intent. "We’ll help you get into the mood, Riya. Let’s start with this," he said, his hand moving boldly.


Vikram stepped forward, his hands reaching out to touch her as well. One of his hands landed on her breast, and Riya gasped, her body stiffening. She wanted to pull away, but she knew she couldn't. Vikram gave her a cruel smile, his other hand moving to her stomach, rubbing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.


"Relax, Riya," Vikram whispered, his voice dripping with mock concern. "We’re just trying to help you loosen up, to make it easier for you."


Arjun nodded in agreement, his hand now moving to her other breast, squeezing it through her blouse. Riya felt her breath hitch, her face turning bright red as they touched her. She closed her eyes, trying to distance herself from what was happening, but their hands were relentless, exploring her body in a way that made her feel powerless.


They continued to touch her, their hands moving over her breasts, her stomach, and her waist, trying to ignite the same reactions they had seen in the video. Each touch created an unwanted desire in her.


Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Arjun pulled her closer, his eyes meeting hers. "Now, let’s try again, Riya. This time, do it properly," he said, his tone demanding.


Riya took a shaky breath, her body trembling from their touches. She leaned in toward Arjun, pressing her lips against his, trying to kiss him more intensely. Arjun responded eagerly, his hands still on her body, ensuring she was fully involved. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers while his hands roamed her back, sides, and chest.


Arjun shook his head, though his expression had softened slightly. "It was better, Riya. I can see you're trying," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "But it still lacked the same passion as with Shankar."

[blackdesk]

Beautiful writing. So erotic and nice flow. Thnk you.