Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)

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Chapter 50: Morning Cravings



The late morning sun slipped through the heavy curtains of the honeymoon suite, casting faint golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Nivi and Raghavan lay entwined, their bodies heavy with the delicious exhaustion of the night before. Nivi woke first, her eyes blinking open slowly, her senses flooded with the raw, musky scent of sex that hung in the air—sweat, cum, and a sweet tang of their passion, mixed with the faded jasmine from last night’s candles. 


Her skin felt tacky, crusted with dried patches of their fluids across her thighs, her 38-inch ass, and her 34C breasts, the remnants of their hours-long ecstasy binding them together. Raghavan’s cock, now soft and shrunken, remained nestled just inside her pussy, the tip lodged past her entrance, held by the dried cum that had crusted like glue, sealing their intimacy. She shifted slightly, her thigh brushing his, and the movement made her pussy twitch, the sticky bond cracking, a faint breeze of morning air hitting her sensitive hole as his softened cock slipped a fraction, stirring a pang of emptiness.


Her thoughts spiraled, a rush of memories from the night flooding her mind. Fuck, we slept like this—his dick inside me, our sweat and cum dried everywhere, the smell so strong, so real; it’s overwhelming, but it feels like I’m his, like I was meant for this. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, her body tingling with the realization of how desired she’d felt, how thoroughly he’d claimed her through hours of passion—foreplay that lingered with kisses and licks, balcony thrusts under the stars, positions she’d never known, each one stretching her beyond the quick, hollow thrusts she’d endured in her past. 


Hours, maybe four or more—his tongue, my mouth, then his cock, fucking for two hours straight, not two minutes like before; how did he keep going, that energy, that stamina? Some pill, maybe, but shit, he made me feel like a queen, fucked me raw and right. The thought of his relentless drive, his ability to push her to orgasm after orgasm, squirting in the open air, filling her with cum, made her pussy pulse again, fresh wetness seeping through the dried crust, softening it, making his cock slip further out, the tip now barely inside, the emptiness sharper. He’s not filling me anymore; feels like part of me’s gone, like I need him back inside.


She didn’t want to wake him, not yet—his face was serene in sleep, lips slightly parted, his chest rising with slow, deep breaths, his strong arms still loosely dbangd around her, one hand resting on her hip, fingers curled against her sticky skin. She propped herself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle him, her eyes tracing his features, a soft warmth swelling in her chest as she admired him like a rare treasure, her fingers brushing lightly through his hair, petting him gently, her heart full of awe. 


He’s so damn beautiful, sleeping after giving me everything; how did he fuck me that long, make me cum so hard, claim every part of me? Her gaze drifted lower, settling on his shrunken cock, now fully slipped out, resting against his thigh, streaked with the dried mix of his cum and her juices, the stains glinting faintly in the morning light, a testament to their wild night. Her breath caught, the musky aroma hitting her, making her mouth water, her pussy drip anew. Fuck, look at it—soft but perfect, covered in us, our mess; I need to taste it, feel him again.


Carefully, she shifted her body, sliding down the bed with slow, deliberate movements, her ass lifting as she positioned herself, her thighs parting to settle comfortably, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples hardening at the contact. She leaned in, her lips grazing the soft tip of his cock, kissing it gently, the taste of their dried fluids salty and tangy on her tongue, addictive in its rawness. 


His cock twitched faintly, even in sleep, a subtle flinch that made her smile, her kisses trailing along the shaft, soft and reverent, her tongue flicking out to taste the crusted stains, inhaling the heady mix of their scents, her pussy pulsing with fresh wetness as she savored it. This taste, our cum mixed, it’s not gross—it’s fucking addictive, like I can’t get enough of us. She kissed again, her mouth opening to suck gently, her hand wrapping the base to stroke lightly, feeling him twitch and start to harden, her ass shifting on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the morning air hitting her pussy, making her feel the sticky remnants crack further.


Raghavan stirred, his eyes fluttering open, catching her with her lips around the tip of his shrunken cock, kissing and sucking softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his, a spark of mischief and devotion in her gaze. He groaned low, a sleepy, proud sound, his hand reaching down to thread through her hair, resting there without pulling, watching her with a mix of awe and desire. 


“Fuck, Nivi, waking up to your mouth on my dick—sucking our dried cum, licking our mess, you’re one dirty little queen,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep but flowing naturally, raw and simple, his hips shifting slightly to push deeper into her mouth, his cock starting to rise, the head swelling as she sucked, her hand stroking the base, her tongue swirling the tip, tasting their combined fluids.


She moaned softly around him, the vibration making him twitch, her eyes locked on his, her mouth working slowly, sucking the head, savoring the salty tang, her pussy dripping as she felt him grow inside her.


 “Daddy, couldn’t stop myself—seeing your dick like this, soft but covered in our cum, I had to taste it, feel you again, so hot and raw,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to kiss the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins, licking the dried stains, her hand stroking faster as he hardened, her ass lifting higher on the bed, thighs spreading wider, the air hitting her pussy, making her pulse with need. 


This mess on him—our cum, our sweat, it’s not dirty in a bad way; it’s addictive, makes me wet, makes me want him more; last night was everything, and now this feels just as right. She deepened the blowjob, her mouth taking him further, throat relaxing to swallow more, her hand massaging his balls, nails grazing lightly, her body rocking slightly with the rhythm, her breasts brushing the sheets, nipples aching.




Raghavan’s groan deepened as Nivi’s mouth worked his cock, now half-hard and growing thicker, filling her lips with every slow suck, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the dried cum and fresh pre-cum mixing in her mouth, the flavor intense and intoxicating, stirring her pussy into a fresh drip. The scent of their night—musky, raw, a blend of their fluids and sweat—felt pleasant, not off-putting, like a drug she couldn’t resist, her body tingling with the thrill of it.


 Fuck, this taste, this smell—it’s not gross, it’s us, so raw and good; I’m sore from last night, but this feels right, like I need more of him, of us. She adjusted her position, her knees sinking deeper into the mattress, her ass lifting higher as she leaned forward, her thighs spreading wider to let the morning air hit her pussy, the dried cum cracking further, the soreness in her walls a sweet reminder of his wrecking. 


“Daddy, your cock tastes so good—our cum mixed, sticky and raw, I can’t get enough, makes me wet just sucking you,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing naturally, raw and breathy, popping off to lick the shaft, kissing the base, her hand stroking faster, her tongue flicking the tip, her other hand massaging his balls, her body rocking with the rhythm, her breasts brushing his thighs now, nipples hardening more.


He pulled her gently by the hip, his hand on her ass, guiding her to straddle his face, turning it into a 69, her pussy hovering over his mouth, her ass in his view, her thighs spreading wide as she followed his lead, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head, her breasts pressing against his belly as she leaned down to suck him again. 


“Come here, Nivi—ass over my face, pussy on my mouth, let’s taste our mess together, lick you clean while you suck my dick, dirty and hot,” he said, his voice flowing, his tongue flicking out to lap her pussy lips, tasting the dried cum and fresh wetness, his hands spreading her ass cheeks, fingers kneading the flesh, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated, gagging softly but pushing through, her lips sealing tight, her tongue swirling, her hand stroking the base.


“Daddy, this way—my ass over you, your tongue licking our cum, it’s so hot, tastes so good, makes me want to suck you harder,” she moaned around his cock, her voice muffled but flowing, her body adapting to the position, her hips lowering to press her pussy against his mouth, her ass shifting slightly as she rocked, her thighs tensing to hold the pose, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him deeper, throat tightening, her hand massaging his balls, her other hand stroking the base, her body swaying with the rhythm, the soreness in her pussy flaring slightly as his tongue thrust inside, lapping the mix. This 69—his tongue tasting our night, my mouth on him, it’s so raw, addictive; the soreness burns a bit, but it’s good, makes me feel claimed. When he slipped a finger in beside his tongue, the burn intensified, a sharp ache in her wrecked walls, and she gasped, popping off his cock. 


“Daddy, your finger—it hurts, my pussy’s sore from last night; just use your tongue, you fucked me so hard, I love the burn but it’s too much now,” she said, her voice flowing, her body shifting to lift slightly, her ass clenching, her thighs quivering from the pain-pleasure mix.


He pulled his finger out instantly, his tongue delving deeper, lapping her gently, sucking her clit softly, “Fuck, Nivi, sorry—your pussy’s raw from me fucking it all night, love that you feel it; tongue only, baby, let it rest, lick our cum clean, make you feel good without the hurt.”


 His voice flowing, his hands kneading her ass softly, his tongue swirling her clit, thrusting inside, savoring the mix, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she deepthroated again, her moans vibrating him, her lips sealing tighter, her tongue swirling faster, her hand stroking the base, her other hand massaging his balls, nails grazing.


“Daddy, your tongue—licking our mess, feels so good, raw and hot; I’m sore but it’s nice, love sucking you like this, tasting our cum,” she moaned around him, her voice flowing, her body rocking with the rhythm, her hips grinding down on his face, her ass shifting as she moved, her thighs tensing, her breasts pressing against his belly, her mouth taking him to the base, throat contracting, her tongue swirling wild, her hand pumping faster, feeling him swell. He groaned into her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit faster, sucking the lips, lapping the dried cum, 


“Your mouth—dirty as hell, sucking our cum off me; keep going, baby, make me cum again, taste it fresh, filthy like last night,” his voice vibrating against her, his hands spreading her ass, tongue thrusting deep, the savoring making her wetter, the soreness easing into pleasure.


She felt him tense, her mouth deepthroating, throat contracting, and he came hard, hot ropes spurting into her mouth, filling it, her swallowing every drop, tongue lapping clean, her moans around him as she cleaned, her body shaking as his tongue brought her close too. “Fuck, daddy, your cum—hot, salty, so good; swallowed it all, love tasting us,” she said, her voice flowing, popping off to lick the head, her pussy pulsing on his tongue, her ass rocking, her thighs quivering.


They felt hunger hit, their bodies spent but stomachs growling, the morning sun stronger now. “Nivi, let’s shower—clean this mess, but keep it hot, my hands all over you,” he said, lifting her, carrying her to the bathroom, the large shower steaming as he turned it on, guiding her under the spray, her body relaxing in the warmth, his hands soaping her breasts, fingers circling nipples, sliding down to her ass, kneading the cheeks, the suds washing away the dried cum and sweat, her body leaning into him, her hands soaping his chest, sliding to his cock, stroking softly, the shower’s heat easing her soreness, their bodies pressed, kisses under the water, tongues dirty, his fingers brushing her pussy lightly, avoiding entry, her ass grinding against his hand as she turned, the water cascading over her curves.


“Daddy, the water—feels so nice, your hands soaping me, cleaning but teasing, hot and sensual,” she moaned, her voice flowing, turning to face him, her hands soaping his cock, the shower steam filling the room, their bodies clean but desire lingering, towels wrapped loosely as they dried, his around his waist, hers tucked above her breasts, clinging to her curves, her ass swaying as she moved, her breasts bouncing slightly.
He called room service for coffee, pacing with the phone, his towel slipping low, “Coffee, strong, two cups,” he said, hanging up, turning to her. 


“Let’s enjoy the sun on the balcony, Nivi—in towels, feel the nature, the sounds; no one’s around, but if you’re shy, stay low.”


She hesitated, her towel tucked tight, her pussy sore but tingling, 


“Daddy, the balcony in just a towel—feels risky, what if someone sees; but the sun, the trees, it’s tempting,” she said, her voice flowing, stepping to the door, her ass swaying under the towel, her breasts bouncing, her hand holding the fabric, her body tense but aroused.


“It’s a new place, no one bothers; come, feel the sun, hear the birds, coffee’s coming,” he said, guiding her out, his towel low, cock outline visible, sitting on the couch, pulling her to his lap, her towel riding up, her ass on his thigh, the sun warming their skin, birds chirping, breeze gentle.


She stayed low, her towel covering her, excitement building, “The sun’s nice, daddy, the sounds relaxing, but I’m shy in this towel,” she said, leaning into him, her hand on his thigh, the couch comfortable, the forest view endless.


The doorbell rang—coffee likely—and he nodded, “Go get it, Nivi—I’m here, don’t worry, it’s hot seeing you like that.” She stood slowly, heart racing, scared but excited, her towel slipping as she walked to the door, her ass swaying, breasts bouncing, hand clutching the fabric, ending the part there.

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Chapter 51: Doorstep Thrill



The doorbell rang again, sharper this time, cutting through the suite's quiet morning hum, the sound making Nivi's heart skip, her body tensing in the towel that barely covered her— the fabric tucked just above her 34C breasts, the swell of her cleavage peeking out enticingly, the hem riding high on her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, exposing the curve of her thunder thighs with every step. 


She stood frozen for a second, her hand on the doorknob, the warmth from the shower still lingering on her skin, but now mixed with a fresh wave of nervousness, her pussy tingling from the morning's oral play, sore but wet again from the memories. Raghavan watched from the bed, his towel low on his hips, his cock semi-hard under the fabric, a confident grin on his face as he nodded to her, his voice low and encouraging, 


"Go on, Nivi—open it, I'm right here, watching you in that towel, looking hot as fuck; the guy's gonna drop his jaw, but it's safe, you got this."


Nivi took a deep breath, her chest rising, making her cleavage shift under the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she turned the knob, the cool air from the hallway rushing in, hitting her exposed skin, making her nipples harden against the fabric.


 Fuck, this is it—opening the door to a stranger, just in a towel, my tits and ass barely covered, cleavage showing, thighs out; I've teased guys I know, but this, someone random, no idea who he is, how old, what he looks like—it's scary, exciting, my heart's pounding, pussy getting wet from the thrill. The mixed emotions crashed over her—scare knotting her stomach, but excitement buzzing through her veins, making her feel alive, powerful in a way she'd never felt, her body flushing with heat as the door swung open.


The room service guy was young, maybe early 20s, tall and lean with wide eyes that immediately locked on her, eating her up from head to toe—the towel clinging to her curves, her cleavage heaving with her quick breaths, her thighs gleaming in the hallway light, her ass curving under the hem as she stood there. He held the tray with coffee pots and cups, his face flushing red, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then dropping to her legs, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, his cock probably twitching in his pants from the sight. 


"Uh, coffee... ma'am," he stammered, his voice cracking, handing the tray over with shaky hands, his eyes flicking back to her cleavage, then to her face, then down again, like he couldn't help himself, the aroma of fresh coffee filling the air, but his focus clearly on her barely-covered body.


Nivi felt the rush—his stare burning her skin, making her pussy throb, the scare turning into a heady excitement, her body heating under his gaze, her nipples poking harder against the towel, her thighs pressing together to hide the wetness starting to leak. 


Fuck, he's young, staring like he's never seen a woman like this, my tits, my legs, my ass—he's eating me with his eyes, scary but thrilling, makes me feel powerful, wanted by a stranger. She took the tray, her hands steady despite the shake in her legs, her cleavage shifting with the movement, giving him a better view, her ass swaying slightly as she turned to close the door, locking it with a click, the sound echoing in her ears as she walked back to Raghavan, the tray balanced, her towel slipping a fraction, her heart racing from the encounter.


Raghavan noticed her shaking, the way her hands trembled on the tray, her cheeks flushed, her nipples visible through the towel, her thighs rubbing together as she set the coffee down on the table, her ass curving as she bent slightly. "Fuck, Nivi, you're shaking—how'd it feel, opening the door like that, the guy staring at your tits and ass in that towel, his eyes all over you?" he asked, his voice low and flowing, raw and curious, pulling her onto the bed beside him, his hand on her thigh, rubbing gently, his cock tenting the towel more from the thought.


She sat, her body still buzzing, her pussy wet from the thrill, her towel riding up as she crossed her legs, her cleavage heaving with her breaths. 


"Daddy, it was scary at first—opening to a stranger, him young, staring at my cleavage, my legs, like he wanted to devour me; but it felt exciting too, powerful, my heart pounding, pussy getting wet from his eyes," she said, her voice flowing, raw and honest, leaning into him, her hand on his knee, the coffee steaming on the table, the sun filtering through the curtains.


He grinned, his hand sliding higher on her thigh, brushing the towel's hem, his voice dirty but reassuring, "That's exhibitionism, baby—showing off to strangers, letting them see your hot body, your tits, ass, the thrill of their stares making you wet, giving you power over them, they look but can't touch; since I'm here, you're safe to explore it, feel that rush, make you bolder, confident, dirty as fuck." His words flowed, his fingers teasing her inner thigh, his cock hardening more under the towel.


She listened, her body heating from his touch, the concept new, unheard, unfelt, but stirring something inside her, the scare from the door turning into curiosity, her pussy throbbing. "Exhibitionism—sounds hot, scary but powerful, like with the guy just now, his eyes on me, making me feel wanted; with you here, I feel safe to try, bolder, like I can own it," she said, her voice flowing, sipping the coffee, the heat spreading, her towel slipping a bit as she shifted, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting slightly.
They finished the coffee, his hand on her knee, rubbing, the sun warming the room, the forest sounds faint through the window. 


"Take a warm bath, Nivi—relax, clean up; I got more surprises to make you even bolder, confident, explore this new side," he said, kissing her, his voice flowing, dirty promise in his eyes.


She stood, towel clinging, her ass swaying as she walked to the bathroom, her body excited for what's next.


Nivi stepped into the bathroom, the towel still clinging to her curves, her heart still racing from the encounter with the room service guy, his hungry stare lingering in her mind, making her pussy tingle with a mix of nerves and thrill. 


The bathroom was warm, the large tub steaming as she turned on the faucet, hot water cascading in, the scent of lavender bath salts filling the air as she sprinkled them in. She dropped the towel, letting it fall to the tiled floor, her 34C breasts bouncing free, nipples still hard from the hallway’s cool air, her 38-inch ass swaying as she stepped into the tub, the water enveloping her thighs, then her waist, soothing the sticky remnants of sweat and wetness from the morning’s oral play and the stranger’s gaze. She sank deeper, her body relaxing, her hands gliding over her skin, washing away the dried patches on her thighs, her breasts, her pussy, the soap sudsing over her curves, her fingers lingering on her sore lips, the faint burn from last night’s wrecking making her shiver with a pleasant ache. 


Fuck, that guy’s eyes on me—scary but hot, made me feel powerful, like I could own his stare; now this bath, cleaning it all, but my pussy’s still wet thinking about it, about what’s next with daddy. Her thoughts swirled, the thrill of the doorstep moment mixing with curiosity about her new boldness, a step beyond the teasing and flirting she’d done with known faces like Mohan—this was raw, new, a stranger’s desire making her feel alive.


Outside, Raghavan slipped into casual wear—a fitted t-shirt and jeans, his body still radiating heat from their morning play as he left the room quietly, heading to his car. He returned with a sleek black duffel bag, placing it on the bed with a soft thud, the contents shifting inside, his eyes glinting with anticipation as he unzipped it slightly, waiting for Nivi. She emerged from the bathroom, her skin glowing from the bath, a fresh towel wrapped around her, tucked just above her breasts, the hem barely covering her ass, her thighs glistening with water droplets, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. 


“Daddy, I’m clean now—feels good, the water washing away the sweat, but I’m still buzzing from that guy staring at me,” she said, her voice flowing naturally, raw and soft, walking toward the bed, her ass swaying with each step, her breasts bouncing lightly under the towel, her hand holding it in place as she caught sight of the bag, her curiosity sparking.


Raghavan grinned, his hand patting the bag, his voice low and teasing, “Got something for you, Nivi—open it, see what I picked out, been saving these for you.” His words flowed, his eyes on her curves, the towel slipping a fraction as she bent to unzip the bag, her cleavage deepening, her thighs parting slightly as she leaned, her pussy tingling from his gaze. She opened it, her eyes widening, shining with excitement as she pulled out the items one by one, her fingers tracing the fabrics, her breaths quickening. The bag spilled with modern and lounge outfits—not skimpy, but hot enough to show her off: a pair of denim shorts, tight and high-cut; a sleeveless crop top, soft and fitted; lounge shorts in soft cotton; a floral gown that hugged her curves; a mini skirt that would barely cover her thighs; a medium skirt with a slit up the side; a string top with thin straps; a shoulderless dress in red, cut to her upper thighs; a shimmering black bodycon dress; a gold dress that gleamed; and finally, a collection of Victoria’s Secret lingerie—thongs with shimmering straps, lace bras with delicate patterns, push-up bras that would lift her breasts high.


“Fuck, daddy, these—look at all this, so hot, so different; you got these for me?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and amazed, holding up the denim shorts, then the red dress, her fingers running over the lace thong, her eyes flicking to him, her towel slipping a bit as she moved, her cleavage showing more, her thighs parting as she sat on the bed, the items spread out around her, her ass sinking into the mattress, her breasts heaving with excitement. 


These clothes—they’re bold, sexy, not like anything I’d wear every day; he thought of me, picked each one, makes me feel special, wanted, like I’m his to show off. Her thoughts raced, the thrill of the doorstep encounter mixing with this new step—clothes to make her bolder, to push her boundaries further than teasing known faces like Mohan or Ashok.


He leaned closer, his hand on her knee, sliding up her thigh, his voice dirty but warm, “Every piece, Nivi—picked on my trips, thinking of your tits in those tops, your ass in those shorts, your curves in those dresses, making guys stare like that kid at the door; 


keep ‘em for outings with me, special nights, or hell, maybe for other guys you tease, like Mohan, or whoever’s next in line, get their cocks hard just looking at you.” His words flowed, his fingers brushing the towel’s hem, his eyes on her reaction, his cock hardening in his jeans, the idea of her boldness turning him on, his hand squeezing her thigh, urging her to explore this new side.


She gasped, her body heating, her pussy wetter at his words, the idea of wearing these for him, for others, stirring her, her towel slipping as she stood, holding the black bodycon dress, then the lace thong, her ass swaying as she turned to him, her breasts bouncing, her voice flowing, 


“You thought of me wearing these, daddy? Showing off my tits, my ass, making guys want me? It’s hot, makes me feel special, but I can’t wear these every day—too bold for regular life.” She leaned into him, jumping onto his lap, her towel falling to her waist, her breasts pressing against his chest, kissing him passionately, her tongue diving in, wet and dirty, her hands on his face, “Thank you, daddy—making me feel like this, so wanted, so fucking special.”


He kissed her back, his hands on her ass, squeezing through the towel, his voice flowing, “Keep ‘em for our nights, baby—special times, or when you want to tease Mohan, maybe someone new, make their eyes pop, their cocks hard, knowing you’re mine; now pick something, let’s see you in it, hot and ready.” His words dirty, his hands guiding her off his lap, pointing to the bag, his eyes gleaming with promise.


She nodded, her body buzzing, pulling out the lounge shorts and sleeveless string top, the shorts soft and short, barely covering her thighs, the top with thin straps that would show her navel if she lifted her arms. 


“These, daddy?” she said, holding them up, her voice flowing, then grabbing a shimmering thong and a push-up bra from the lingerie pile, her fingers tracing the lace, her pussy tingling at the thought. She dropped the towel fully, her body bare, her breasts bouncing, her ass swaying as she stepped into the thong, the fabric sliding between her cheeks, her pussy lips pressing against it, then slipping on the bra, lifting her breasts high, cleavage deep. 


She pulled on the shorts, the cotton hugging her ass, barely covering her thighs, and the top, the straps thin, showing the bra’s outline, her navel peeking as she moved. She turned to the mirror, her eyes widening, gasping at her reflection—every curve on display, the soft fabric gripping her body, the thong’s outline visible, the bra pushing her tits up, the straps teasing what was underneath.


“Daddy, look at me—this outfit, it’s so hot, shows everything, my ass, my tits, my navel if I move; you really want me to go out with you like this?” she said, her voice flowing, raw and nervous, turning to him, her ass swaying, her breasts bouncing as she lifted her arms, the top rising to flash her navel, her thighs parting slightly, her pussy wet under the thong, the thrill of the outfit making her heart race.


He stood, his cock hard in his jeans, his voice flowing, “Fuck, Nivi, you look like a dream—ass hugging those shorts, tits pushed up, navel teasing; hell yeah, I want you out there with me, showing off, making eyes turn, dirty and hot, my bold little queen.” His words dirty, his hand on her ass, squeezing, pulling her close, kissing her neck, his other hand brushing her navel, the mirror reflecting their heat.


They shared a naughty chat, her voice flowing, “It’s scary, daddy—wearing this out, guys staring like that kid at the door, but with you, I feel bold, ready to try, hot as fuck.” She leaned into him, her breasts pressing, her ass grinding, the thrill building. He nodded, “Let’s hit the resort’s buffet, baby—walk with me, show that body, make ‘em stare, you’re safe with me.” 


His voice flowing, guiding her to the door, her ass swaying in the shorts, her breasts bouncing in the top, her heart racing as they exited the room, ending the part there.

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Chapter 52: Buffet Spotlight



Nivi walked alongside Raghavan toward the resort’s buffet hall, her lounge shorts clinging tight to her 38-inch ass, the soft cotton barely covering her thighs, riding up with each step to tease the curve of her cheeks, the shimmering thong underneath pressing snugly against her pussy lips, still sore but tingling from the morning’s raw intimacy. 


The sleeveless string top hugged her 34C breasts, the thin straps revealing the push-up bra’s outline, her cleavage bouncing lightly, her navel flashing when she raised her arms to adjust her hair, the soft fabric grazing her skin, making her feel exposed yet bold. Raghavan’s hand rested firmly on her lower back, his fingers brushing the top of her ass, guiding her with a strong, possessive hold that made her heart flutter, her body humming with a mix of pride and heat. 


Fuck, walking like this, dressed so hot, his hand on me—it feels like I’m his, special, like we’re newlyweds on some wild honeymoon. Her thoughts raced, the thrill of the room service guy’s stare still fresh, now amplified by the open corridor, the forest air brushing her exposed skin, her thighs rubbing together, her pussy wetting the thong as she felt his touch, her confidence growing with each step.


As they approached the buffet hall, Nivi noticed other couples—some clearly honeymooners, the women in modern dresses, floral maxis, or tight jeans, their hands adorned with lightly faded mehndi, a subtle mark of their new marriages. They were pretty, but their outfits lacked the daring edge of hers—no plunging necklines, no thigh-high hems, no fabric clinging to every curve like hers did. 


She caught their glances, some curious, some envious, and it made her stand taller, her shoulders back, her breasts thrusting forward, her ass swaying with a deliberate rhythm, her head high, feeling hotter than any of them. These women—they’re married, sweet, but I’m different, bold, sexy, like I’m walking with a crown; his hand makes me feel like his bride, not just a fling. 


Raghavan’s grip tightened, his fingers dipping lower to graze her ass, his voice low and teasing, “Look at you, Nivi—strutting like you own this place, those shorts showing your ass, tits bouncing, every guy’s gonna stare, and you’re mine.”


She smiled, her voice flowing, raw and soft, “Daddy, your hand on me—it’s making me feel special, like we’re on our own honeymoon; those women got their dresses, but mine’s hotter, makes me walk proud, knowing you’re watching.” Her thighs shifted as she walked, her ass swaying more, her breasts bouncing with each step, the thin straps of her top slipping slightly, teasing her bra’s edge, her navel flashing as she raised a hand to wave at a passing couple, the thrill of their eyes on her making her pussy throb, her confidence soaring under his hold.


Inside the buffet hall, the space buzzed with life—couples, families, kids running around, and a group of young bachelors at a corner table, their eyes scanning the room, landing on the women, but when Nivi walked in, she became the feast. Heads turned, men’s gazes locking on her—her ass swaying in the shorts, her cleavage bouncing, her navel peeking as she reached for a plate, her thighs gleaming as she moved through the line. She felt their stares like heat on her skin, making her pussy wetter, her heart racing, the thrill of being watched mixing with a flicker of nervousness. 


Fuck, they’re all looking—my ass, my tits, my navel when I move; it’s like I’m one of those Instagram influencers, homely but glamorous, hotter than they expect. She’d always envied those women online, posing on sponsored trips, balancing sweet and sexy, and now, walking here, she felt bolder, sexier, her body on display, her confidence peaking. 


“Daddy, take some pics—make me look like one of those influencers, hot and bold,” she said, her voice flowing, handing him her phone, posing with a hand on her hip, her ass cocked out, her breasts thrust forward, her navel flashing as she raised her arms, the sun streaming through the hall’s windows, lighting her up.
He grinned, snapping photos, his voice flowing, 


“Fuck, Nivi, you’re hotter than any influencer—ass out, tits up, navel teasing, every guy here’s hard just looking; pose dirtier, baby, show ‘em what you got.” She laughed, shifting poses, turning to show her ass, bending slightly to flash more cleavage, her thighs parting as she leaned against a table, the shorts riding up, her pussy tingling under the thong, the stares of the men around her fueling her boldness, her body moving with a natural sway, her breasts bouncing with each pose, her ass curving as she adjusted her stance.


As they moved through the buffet line, piling plates with fruit, pastries, and eggs, she overheard hushed voices from the bachelor group, their words low but clear enough to catch— “That’s her, the one from the balcony last night, fucking in the dark; couldn’t see her face, but that ass, those curves, it’s gotta be.” 


Another voice chimed in, “Yeah, saw her coming from that honeymoon suite, with that older guy; she’s hot, deserves some young blood like us, could handle the whole gang.” They chuckled, their words sending a chill down her spine, her pussy throbbing harder, a mix of shock and pride washing over her. 


Fuck, they saw us—my ass, my body, from the balcony; they think I could take them all, it’s scary but hot, makes me feel powerful, wanted. She kept her head high, her ass swaying as she walked back to their table, her breasts bouncing, her navel flashing as she reached for a napkin, the men’s eyes following her every move, her confidence soaring despite the nervous thrill.


They sat, eating breakfast, her thighs pressing together under the table, her pussy wet from the whispers, his hand on her knee, rubbing gently. 


“They’re staring, Nivi—those guys, eating you up, probably jerking off later thinking of your ass; how’s it feel, being the center of it all?” he asked, his voice flowing, raw and teasing, his fingers sliding higher, brushing her thigh, his eyes on her cleavage as she leaned forward to eat, her top slipping to show more.


“It’s wild, daddy—those guys, their eyes on my ass, my tits, whispering about last night; feels scary but hot, like I’m owning their stares,” she said, her voice flowing, sipping juice, her breasts heaving, her ass shifting on the chair, the shorts riding up, her pussy tingling under the thong. 


They finished eating, walking around the resort, him snapping more photos, her posing by the pool, the gardens, her ass swaying, breasts bouncing, the young bachelors trailing at a distance, their eyes like hungry dogs, making her feel prouder, bolder, her heart racing with each glance.


He stopped by a tree, his hand on her back, “Ready to head back, Nivi? Or you wanna keep showing off, let those guys drool more?” His voice flowing, dirty and proud, his eyes on her curves, the sun highlighting her body, the forest sounds around them.
She smiled, her voice flowing, 


“Let’s go back, daddy—but I’m ready for more, feeling bold, hot, like I can take on anything with you.” They turned to leave, her ass swaying, breasts bouncing, the bachelors’ eyes following.


The Coimbatore resort shimmered under the climbing morning sun, its golden light bouncing off the pool’s surface as Nivi and Raghavan wandered away from the buffet, the hum of breakfast chatter fading into the warm air. Her lounge shorts clung to her thick thighs, riding up with each step to tease the full curve of her round ass, while the string top hugged her heavy breasts, her nipples pressing faintly against the thin fabric, hardened by the breeze and the weight of eyes on her. 


The air carried jasmine and the distant sizzle of dosas, blending with the faint musk of her own arousal. Nivi’s pussy throbbed, still wet from the bachelor group’s stares across the buffet hall, their whispered comments— “that ass could kill, bet she’s wild” —echoing in her mind. They heard us last night on the balcony, my screams when Raghavan fucked me senseless, she thought, her clit pulsing at the memory of his cock stretching her, his hands bruising her hips as she moaned “Daddy.” Why does their hunger make me so wet? Anand left me untouched for years, but now my body’s awake, craving every glance on my tits, my ass.


Raghavan’s hand hovered near her lower back, a ghost of a touch that sent heat racing through her. His dark eyes flicked to her swaying hips, then up to her face, a slow, possessive smile curling his lips. 


“You’re fucking irresistible, Nivi,” he murmured, voice rough, thick with want. “Those bachelors are losing it, picturing what I got last night—your pussy dripping, your tits bouncing for me.” His words sent a fresh gush to her core, her panties soaked, sticking to her slick folds as she walked. 


He knows I’m wet for him, for this, she thought, her body leading her mind. I’m his slut now, and it feels so fucking good—dangerous, alive.


They paused by the poolside, the water glinting like a mirror, a few guests scattered nearby—a couple sipping filter coffee, a family splashing in the shallow end. Nivi leaned against a wooden railing, her shorts creeping higher, flashing the soft curve of her thighs, her string top pulling tight across her chest, nipples sharp against the fabric. She felt the bachelors’ eyes from the buffet hall’s glass wall, their heads tilted her way, whispering. 


They’re imagining fucking me, cocks hard, wanting my pussy, she thought, her pussy clenching, a slick warmth spreading down her thighs. Why am I so horny for strangers’ stares? Anand’s neglect starved me; now every look sets my body on fire, and I can’t stop it.


“Pose for me, baby,” Raghavan said, pulling out his phone, his tone a blend of command and tease. 


“Let’s make them ache.” He stepped back, framing her against the pool, his gaze devouring her—breasts, hips, thighs. She arched her back subtly, letting the top tease her nipples, her ass shifting as she crossed one leg over the other, the shorts riding up to bare more skin. 


The camera clicked, and a passing waiter faltered, his tray tipping as his eyes snagged on her curves, her exposed thighs. Fuck, I’m dripping now, she thought, her clit aching, panties soaked through. Every look’s fuel, and Raghavan’s making me burn hotter.


“Turn around,” he growled, stepping closer, his breath hot on her neck. She obeyed, facing the pool, her ass on full display, the shorts barely covering her cheeks, the string top slipping to reveal a sliver of her lower back. 


The bachelors’ whispers carried faintly— “That ass, fuck, I’d kill for a piece” —and her pussy pulsed, her juices seeping, dampening the shorts. Raghavan’s hand grazed her hip, fingers brushing the bare skin above her waistband, sending a jolt to her core. 


“You’re killing them, Nivi,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low rumble. “And me. That pussy’s mine, but they’re dying to taste it.” His words were filthy, claiming, and her body screamed for him, her mind racing. He owns me, and I’m letting him—my pussy’s his, but these eyes make me want to push further.


They moved toward a shaded cabana, the air cooler under the canvas, scented with coconut sunscreen and her own faint musk. Raghavan sat on a cushioned lounge chair, pulling her to straddle his lap, her thighs parting over his, the shorts riding up to bare more of her ass. His bulge pressed against her soaked panties, hard and thick, making her gasp softly. 


“Feel that, baby?” he murmured, hands gripping her hips, squeezing her curves. “You’ve got me throbbing, and those fuckers watching are burning with jealousy.” Her pussy clenched, desperate for his cock, her nipples straining against the top. Fuck, I’d let him take me right here, she thought, her body in charge. Anand left me dry; now I’m a slut for this heat, craving every second.


A bachelor from the group edged closer, pretending to scroll his phone, his eyes flicking to Nivi’s thighs, her breasts, lingering on the way her shorts hugged her ass. Raghavan noticed, his grip tightening, a low growl in his throat. “He’s picturing fucking you,” he said, voice a dangerous whisper, his fingers slipping just under her shorts, brushing the edge of her soaked panties. 


“But you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” She nodded, a soft moan escaping as his thumb grazed her clit through the fabric, her pussy gushing, her body trembling. He’s teasing me in public, and I’m dripping for it, she thought, her mind grappling with the thrill. I’m his, but these looks—they’re pushing me to want more.


“Enough of this,” Raghavan said, his voice thick with need, standing and pulling her up, her ass swaying as she steadied herself, the shorts clinging to her wet folds. “Let’s take this to the suite, baby. Time to make you scream for Daddy again.” 


Her pussy flared, juices dripping down her thigh, marking the shorts as they walked toward the resort’s main building. The bachelor’s stare followed, joined by a guest at the pool, their eyes hungry, burning into her swaying hips, her bouncing breasts. 


Let them watch, let them want, she thought, her body alive, her clit throbbing with anticipation. I’m done with Anand’s empty world; this is my fire, and I’m burning for it.


They reached the elevator, the doors sliding open, and Raghavan’s hand found her lower back, guiding her in, the promise of the honeymoon suite hanging heavy between them. As the doors closed, sealing them in, Nivi’s heart raced, her pussy soaked, her body ready to claim every inch of the desire she’d unleashed. 


This is who I am now, she thought, her mind surrendering to her fire, and I’m never going back.


Their footsteps echoed toward the suite, the resort’s hum fading behind them.

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Chapter 53: Suite Surrender



The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Nivi and Raghavan in a cocoon of charged silence as it hummed upward to the honeymoon suite. Coimbatore’s morning buzz faded, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine from the resort lobby clinging to Nivi’s skin, mingling with the musky heat of her arousal. Her lounge shorts clung to her thick thighs, damp from her soaked panties, the fabric teasing her round ass with every shift. The string top hugged her full breasts, her nipples hard and straining, begging for touch after the poolside stares. 


Her pussy throbbed, wet from the bachelors’ hungry eyes, their whispers—“that ass, those tits, fuck, she’s begging for it”—still echoing in her mind. Why does their want make me drip like this? she thought, her clit pulsing. Anand left me dry, forgotten, but now my body’s alive, screaming for every look, every touch.


Raghavan stood close, his hand firm on her lower back, fingers grazing the bare skin above her shorts, sending a jolt to her core. His eyes, dark and possessive, traced her—breasts, hips, thighs—his bulge pressing against his trousers, hard and obvious. 


“You were a fucking tease out there, Nivi,” he growled, voice low, rough with need. 


“Strutting by the pool, ass swaying, tits bouncing—those bastards wanted to fuck you raw.” 


Her pussy clenched, a fresh gush soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs. He sees it, knows I’m wet for it, she thought, her body leading her mind. I’m his slut now, and I crave this fire.


The elevator dinged, and they stumbled into the suite, the door clicking shut behind them. The room was a soft glow of amber light, the balcony curtains fluttering open, letting in the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint laughter. 


The king-sized bed loomed, its white sheets pristine, a contrast to the filthy heat between them. Raghavan’s hands found her hips, pulling her against him, his cock pressing into her stomach through the fabric. 


“Fuck, Nivi, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his nose brushing her neck, inhaling her scent. “I can smell your pussy, wet from those eyes on you.” Her knees buckled, her pussy pulsing, the truth of his words igniting her.


He guided her to the bed, pushing her gently to sit, her shorts riding up, exposing more thigh, her ass spreading against the sheets. He knelt before her, eyes locked on hers, dark with hunger. 


“Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded, voice a low growl. She obeyed, parting her thighs, the shorts tight against her soaked panties, her pussy glistening, juices seeping through. He’s going to taste me, claim me, she thought, her clit aching. 


Those bachelors’ stares, their dirty whispers—they made me this wet, and he knows it.
Raghavan’s fingers hooked her shorts and panties, yanking them down in one swift move, leaving her pussy bare, slick, and swollen. The cool air hit her folds, making her gasp, her juices dripping onto the bed. He leaned in, his breath hot on her thighs, his nose brushing her skin as he inhaled deeply. 


“Fuck, your pussy smells like pure sex,” he growled, his tongue flicking out, lapping at the slickness on her inner thigh, tasting her arousal. Her pussy clenched, a moan escaping as he savored her, his lips grazing closer to her folds. He’s tasting my need, my filth, she thought, her body trembling. I’m so wet from those eyes, and he’s drinking it all.


His tongue found her pussy, lapping slowly at her dripping folds, sucking her juices with a hungry groan. “This is from them watching you,” he said, pulling back, his lips glistening with her wetness, eyes burning into hers. 


“Those bachelors saw your ass in those shorts, tits teasing through that top, and they’re jerking off now, imagining fucking this pussy. But it’s mine, Nivi—mine to taste, to own.” His words hit like a spark, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as he dove back in, his tongue circling her swollen bud, sucking hard. Fuck, his words are filthy, true, she thought, her hips bucking. 


I’m a slut for their stares, and he’s making me cum for it.


“You loved it, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pussy, his voice vibrating through her folds, his tongue lapping faster. 


“Parading by the pool, knowing they wanted to bend you over, fuck you senseless. That waiter, tripping over his tray, picturing his cock between your tits. You’re a fucking tease, and this pussy’s soaking because of it.” 


Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her pussy clenching as his tongue plunged deeper, drinking her juices. 


He’s right, I loved their eyes, their want, she thought, her body on fire. Anand never saw me; now I’m alive, dripping for this.


His fingers spread her folds, his tongue relentless, sucking her clit as he growled, “They’re still out there, Nivi, whispering about your ass, your tits, wishing they could taste this pussy like I am. But you’re my good girl, cumming for Daddy.” 


The words pushed her over, her pussy spasming, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, juices flooding his mouth. Her hips bucked, her body shaking, her clit pulsing under his tongue as he drank every drop, her pleasure raw, overwhelming. 


I’m cumming for their stares, for him, for me, she thought, her mind lost in the blaze. This is who I am now—a woman who owns her fire.


Nivi collapsed back, panting, her pussy still trembling, Raghavan’s lips glistening with her juices, the resort’s distant hum a faint echo of her racing pulse.

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Chapter 54: Teased and Taken



Nivi lay back on the bed, her body still trembling from the waves of her orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, juices coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. The honeymoon suite's air was thick with her scent—musky, sweet, a testament to her release—mingling with the faint jasmine breeze from the open balcony. Her chest heaved, breasts rising and falling under the string top, nipples hard and aching, her lounge shorts and panties discarded on the floor. 


Raghavan's face hovered above her pussy, his lips glistening with her cum, his eyes dark, triumphant, as he licked his lips slowly, savoring her taste. Fuck, I came so hard from his words, from those stares, she thought, her clit still pulsing, her mind hazy with pleasure. Anand never made me feel this—wet, wanted, alive. Now I'm his slut, craving more.


Raghavan rose to his knees, his gaze raking over her spent form—her flushed cheeks, her heaving tits, her dripping pussy—like she was a prize he'd claimed. A wicked grin spread across his face, his voice low and filthy. 


"Look at you, Nivi, cumming like a desperate whore just from me talking about those bachelors jerking off to your ass. Your pussy squirted for their dirty thoughts—bet you're addicted to it now, my little exhibitionist slut." 


His words hit her like a spark, her pussy clenching again, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping out, her body betraying her thrill. He's right, I loved their eyes, and his comment makes me wetter, she thought, shame and desire twisting in her chest. Why does this kink turn me on so much? I'm changing, owning this fire.


He stood, his bulge straining against his trousers, thick and hard, his eyes locked on hers with that commanding hunger. 


"Now, baby, get on your knees and blow me. Suck Daddy's cock like the good girl you are—show me how much you love being watched, being wanted." 


Her pussy throbbed at the order, her body moving on instinct, sliding off the bed to kneel before him, her knees sinking into the soft carpet. She unzipped his trousers, freeing his cock—thick, veined, pre-cum beading at the tip—and wrapped her lips around it, taking him deep, her tongue swirling as she sucked. 


Fuck, he's so hard for me, she thought, her mouth full, her pussy aching empty.
Raghavan's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips thrusting gently as he groaned. "That's it, Nivi, suck it like those bachelors are watching from the balcony, imagining your mouth on them instead." 


His voice was rough, teasing, his words fueling her arousal, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she bobbed faster. 


"You loved flashing your thighs by the pool, didn't you? Shorts riding up, ass teasing— that waiter nearly dropped his tray, wanting to fuck you right there. You're a born exhibitionist now, baby, getting wet for strangers' stares, and it's fucking hot." 


Her moans vibrated around his cock, her clit pulsing with each filthy comment, her body heating up, motivated by his encouragement. He's pushing me, making me embrace this kink, she thought, sucking harder, her saliva dripping down his shaft. I want more—more eyes, more want, more of this freedom.


He thrust deeper, his voice a growl. 


"Keep going, slut—think about tomorrow, teasing the gang at work, your kurtis hugging your tits, slits flashing thigh. They'll be hard for you, just like those bachelors, and you'll love it, won't you? My exhibitionist queen, owning every look." 

His words wrapped around her, igniting her core, her pussy clenching as she sucked, lost in the tease, her newfound kink blooming under his motivation. Yes, I love it—I’m his, but this fire’s mine, she thought, her body alive, ready for whatever came next.

[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 55: Positions of Power



Nivi knelt before Raghavan in the honeymoon suite, her knees sinking into the plush carpet, her mouth wrapped around his thick cock, savoring every inch as she sucked. The room's amber light cast shadows over them, the open balcony letting in the distant resort hum—pool splashes, faint laughter—mixing with her wet slurps and his low groans. Her pussy still throbbed from her earlier orgasm, juices dripping down her thighs, her bare folds slick and sensitive. 


The string top clung to her heaving breasts, nipples hard, while her discarded shorts and panties lay forgotten on the floor. Fuck, his cock tastes so good—salty, hard, all for me, she thought, her tongue swirling around the head, lapping at his pre-cum as she bobbed deeper. His words about those bachelors, the waiter... they're making me wetter, my pussy aching for more. I'm his exhibitionist slut now, and I love it.


Raghavan's hands gripped her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips thrusting gently as he filled her mouth. 


"That's my good girl, Nivi—suck it like you're putting on a show for those fuckers outside," he growled, his voice rough, teasing. 


"Imagine them peeking through the balcony, watching your lips stretch around my cock, your tits bouncing with every suck. You're loving this kink, aren't you? Getting soaked from being watched, from teasing." 


His comments sent sparks through her, her pussy clenching, a fresh gush of wetness seeping out as she moaned around his shaft, the vibrations making him groan louder. He's right—those stares by the pool, their whispers about my ass, my tits... it's all fueling this, she thought, savoring him deeper, her saliva dripping down his length, her body heating with need. I can't take it anymore; I need him inside me.


She pulled back slightly, her lips popping off his cock with a wet smack, her hand stroking him as she looked up, eyes pleading, voice breathy and desperate. 


"Daddy, please... fuck me. I need your cock in my pussy—hard, deep. Your words... they're making me so wet, I can't wait." 


Her pussy pulsed at her own begging, her clit aching, her body screaming for him. Raghavan chuckled, dark and satisfied, his cock twitching in her hand. "Begging already, baby? My exhibitionist queen wants to be fucked senseless." 


He pulled her up, his hands rough on her hips, stripping off her string top to free her full breasts, nipples hardening in the air.


He spun her around, bending her over the bed, her ass up, thighs spread, pussy dripping and exposed. 


"First, like this—doggy, so I can watch your ass bounce while I fuck you, just like those bachelors dreamed." He positioned behind her, his cock teasing her folds, rubbing the head against her slick entrance before thrusting in deep, stretching her walls. Nivi gasped, her pussy clenching around him, the fullness overwhelming as he gripped her hips, pounding hard. 


"Feel that, Nivi? This is what they wanted—to bend you over, fuck this juicy ass while your tits swing." His thrusts were relentless, his balls slapping her clit, each word fueling her arousal. 


Fuck, he's so deep, hitting every spot, she thought, moaning loudly, her breasts swaying with each slam, her pussy gripping him tighter. "Yes, Daddy—fuck me like they watched!"


He flipped her onto her back, legs spread wide, missionary style, his body covering hers as he thrust in again, slow and deep at first, then faster. His eyes locked on hers, one hand pinching her nipple, the other rubbing her clit. 


"Now like this—face to face, so I can see your eyes when you cum, watch your tits bounce under me. Those waiters, the guests—they'd kill to see your face twisted in pleasure, begging for cock." 


His hips ground against her, his cock hitting her G-spot, her pussy soaking the sheets as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. Oh god, his weight on me, his cock filling me—it's too much, she thought, her moans turning to screams, her clit throbbing under his fingers. "Harder, Daddy—make me yours!"


Raghavan shifted, pulling her up to straddle him in cowgirl, her pussy sinking onto his cock, her ass slapping his thighs as she rode him. "Ride me, baby—show me how you'd tease them, bouncing your tits, grinding this pussy like a show." 


His hands gripped her hips, guiding her, his thumbs brushing her clit as she bounced, her breasts jiggling, her pussy clenching with each drop. 


"You're an exhibitionist now, Nivi—imagine the poolside crowd watching you fuck like this, your ass on display, tits heaving." The words pushed her higher, her arousal building, her pussy gripping him as she ground harder, her clit rubbing against his base. 


Fuck, I love controlling the pace, feeling him deep—his encouragement makes me want to cum, she thought, her body slick with sweat, moans echoing.


He lifted her, turning to reverse cowgirl, her back to him, ass facing as she sank down again, riding backward. 


"Like this—your ass in my face, bouncing while I fuck you. Those bachelors would cum just seeing this view, your pussy swallowing my cock." His hands squeezed her cheeks, spreading them, one finger teasing her asshole as he thrust up, deep and hard. Nivi arched, her pussy clenching wildly, the angle hitting new spots, her clit exposed for his fingers to rub. 


"Yes, Daddy—fuck my ass view, make me cum!" He's owning every inch, his finger teasing—I'm so close, she thought, her body trembling, juices flowing.


Finally, he stood, lifting her against the wall near the balcony, legs wrapped around him in standing position, thrusting upward as he held her ass. 


"Last one—like this, pinned, so I can fuck you hard while the world almost hears." His cock slammed deep, her breasts pressed against his chest, her pussy clenching as he pounded, his breath hot on her neck. 

"You're my exhibitionist slut, Nivi—cumming for stares, for me. Let go, baby." The words shattered her, her second orgasm crashing, her pussy spasming around him, squirting juices down his cock as she screamed, body shaking in his arms. Fuck, I'm cumming again—harder, for him, for this kink, she thought, waves of pleasure overwhelming her.

[nivithenaughty]

Simply wow!!!

Thanks for your appreciation.

[nivithenaughty]

This is amazing good one

Thank you. Let me know what you liked and not liked so i can improve

[veeravaibhav]

Wonderful writing

[nivithenaughty]

Wonderful writing

Thank you for your support.

[Sage_69]

Terrific. Dying to know if Nivi will have sex with others too after this part or she will just transfer the ownership of her pussy from Anand to Raghavan in the name of freedom and become a daydreaming slave.

[nivithenaughty]

Terrific. Dying to know if Nivi will have sex with others too after this part or she will just transfer the ownership of her pussy from Anand to Raghavan in the name of freedom and become a daydreaming slave.

Thanks for your comments. No she won't stop she will go beyond everything and do so many exciting things.

Keep watching and your comments are welcome.

Thanks.

[desiass]

wow too good

[Vinty03]

Nice story but gif and photos could hve made story more hotand spicy

[Saikarthik]

Just completed the story sexy encounters waiting for her next encounters

[desiass]

@ https://xossipy.com/user-235252.html Nivithenaughty is there any timeline on the next update, exhibition adventures are too good, hoping to see more of them.


Thumbs up for the frequent and long updates, Thank you for your creativity

[nivithenaughty]

Nice story but gif and photos could hve made story more hotand spicy

I would love to but i dont know how to find related gifs or how to download them. If someone help me with it i would love to use in future or edit previous chapters and add gifs. thanks for suggestion.

[nivithenaughty]

Just completed the story sexy encounters waiting for her next encounters

@ https://xossipy.com/user-235252.html Nivithenaughty is there any timeline on the next update, exhibition adventures are too good, hoping to see more of them.


Thumbs up for the frequent and long updates, Thank you for your creativity

Next chapters will be posted this weekend mayve friday night or saturday,

[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 56: Balcony Blaze



Nivi clung to Raghavan, her body still quivering from her second orgasm, her pussy slick and pulsing, juices coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. The honeymoon suite glowed with morning light, the open balcony curtains letting in the vibrant hum of Coimbatore’s resort—distant pool splashes, faint chatter—mixed with the earthy scent of the forest beyond. 


Her string top was gone, her full breasts bare, nipples hard and sensitive, her discarded shorts and panties a crumpled heap on the floor. Raghavan’s hands gripped her ass, his cock still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, his eyes dark with hunger. Fuck, I’m alive, my pussy so wet from his cock, his words, she thought, her clit tingling with aftershocks. 


He pulled out slowly, her pussy clenching at the loss, a soft moan escaping as his cock glistened with her juices. 


His grin was wicked, voice a low growl. “Not done yet, baby. Let’s take it to the balcony—bright daylight, where someone on that forest trail might catch my exhibitionist slut in action.” 


Her pussy flared at his words, a fresh gush of wetness seeping down her thighs, her heart racing with the thrill of potential exposure. 


No one’s watching, but the chance... fuck, it’s making me drip, she thought, her body urging her forward. Why does this possibility make me so wet? I’m his, burning for the idea of eyes on me.


Raghavan grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the balcony, the morning sun streaming through the glass doors, illuminating the dense forest beyond—tall trees swaying, leaves rustling in the breeze, a narrow trail winding through the green. 


Nivi’s breath hitched, her naked body tingling as she stepped onto the balcony, the warm tiles burning under her bare feet, the air kissing her exposed breasts and slick thighs. Her pussy throbbed, bare to the world, her nipples hardening in the sunlight. 


If someone’s hiking that trail, they could see my tits, my pussy, she thought, her clit pulsing with fear and excitement. 


I’m a slut for this risk, and it’s setting me on fire.


He pressed her against the balcony railing, her ass pushing back, breasts pressing into the warm metal as he stood behind her. 


“Spread your legs, Nivi,” he growled, his cock teasing her folds, rubbing the head against her soaked entrance. 


She parted her thighs, her pussy glistening in the daylight, juices dripping as she arched her back. 


He thrust in hard, filling her completely, his cock stretching her walls, making her gasp loudly. 


“Fuck, you’re so tight, so wet for this risk,” he groaned, hands gripping her hips, pounding into her with quick, deep thrusts. 


The railing rattled, her tits bouncing with each slam, her moans carrying into the forest air. He’s fucking me where someone might see, she thought, her pussy clenching around him, the thrill of the trail’s possibility igniting her. 


No one’s there, but the chance—fuck, I’m dripping for it.


His thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting her G-spot, her juices slicking his length as he leaned close, breath hot on her neck.


“Imagine it, baby—some hiker on that trail, catching your tits bouncing, your ass shaking while I fuck you. You’re my exhibitionist queen, getting wet for the chance of eyes on this pussy.” His words sent a jolt to her core, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as she gripped the railing, her body trembling with arousal. 


No one’s watching, but what if they are? she thought, her moans louder, her pussy gripping him tighter. This kink is me now—craving the risk, his cock owning me.


Raghavan’s pace quickened, his cock swelling inside her, his groans rougher. “I’m close, Nivi—gonna cum for my slut.” 


He pulled out suddenly, her pussy clenching empty, a whimper escaping as he spun her around. “Kneel, baby—take my load on your face. 


Show the forest who you belong to.” Her pussy flared at the command, her body dropping to her knees on the warm tiles, the sunlight hot on her skin, her breasts heaving, nipples aching. She looked up at him, eyes pleading, mouth open as he stroked his cock, slick with her juices, inches from her face. 


Fuck, I want his cum, want the trail to see, she thought, her pussy dripping onto the tiles, her kink blazing.


With a guttural groan, Raghavan came, his hot load spurting across her face, coating her cheeks, lips, and chin, some dripping onto her breasts. 


“Fuck, Nivi, you’re perfect—my cum on your face, that trail out there waiting for someone to see my queen,” he growled, his cock pulsing as the last drops fell. Her pussy clenched, the warmth of his cum on her skin, the chance of a hiker’s eyes, pushing her to the edge. 


I’m marked, his, for the forest to maybe see, she thought, licking her lips, tasting his saltiness, her body alive with the thrill. 


This is my fire, my new self, and I’m burning.


Exhausted, Raghavan pulled her up, his hands gentle now, guiding her to the lounge sofa on the balcony, its cushions soft under their sweat-slicked bodies. 


They collapsed together, her head on his chest, his cum still warm on her face, her pussy tingling with aftershocks. The forest rustled beyond, silent but alive with possibility, the resort’s distant hum fading as their breaths slowed. 


I’m his, but this kink is mine, she thought, her body heavy, sated. They drifted into sleep, tangled together under the bright sun, the world outside a quiet echo of her racing pulse.


Nivi and Raghavan lay spent, the forest’s silence a backdrop to their exhausted slumber.

[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 57: Afternoon Heat



The afternoon sun blazed over the Coimbatore resort, its heat pressing into the balcony where Nivi and Raghavan lay tangled on the lounge sofa, their bodies heavy with exhaustion. 


The forest beyond rustled softly, its earthy scent mingling with the lingering musk of their passion—Nivi’s pussy juices, Raghavan’s cum dried on her face and breasts, unnoticed by her in her sated haze. 


Her naked body pressed against his, her full breasts soft against his chest, nipples still sensitive, her thighs slick from her arousal. 


The resort’s hum—distant pool splashes, faint vendor calls—felt far away, drowned by their steady breaths. 


Fuck, I’m his, my pussy still tingling from the balcony, Nivi thought, her clit pulsing faintly. Anand’s world is gone; this fire, this kink—it’s me now.


A sharp doorbell sliced through the quiet, jolting Nivi awake, her heart racing as the heat enveloped her skin. Raghavan stirred, eyes opening, a lazy grin spreading as he took in her flushed form, cum crusted on her cheeks, lips, and chin, some flaking onto her breasts, though she remained oblivious. 


“Lunch is here, baby,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and desire. “Go answer the door—let them see my exhibitionist queen.” 


Her pussy flared at his command, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping between her thighs, the thrill of exposure sparking again. 


He wants me seen, my curves out there for eyes to catch, she thought, her body urging her forward, unaware of the marks on her face. 


Why does this make me so wet? The chance of eyes on me, it’s driving my kink.


Nivi scrambled up, her nakedness vulnerable under the bright sun. She grabbed a silky bathrobe from a nearby chair, its thin fabric barely covering her curves, tying it loosely around her waist. 


The hem grazed her thighs, her breasts pressing against the material, nipples faintly visible through the sheer silk. 


Not knowing about the cum stains drying on her face, she hurried to the suite’s door, her pulse racing with the thrill of being seen. They’ll see my body, my curves—fuck, it’s risky, she thought, her pussy clenching, excitement flooding her. I’m his slut, walking out for the world to want.


She opened the door, the cool suite air meeting the warm hallway. A young room service guy stood there, a tray of steaming dosas, chutney, and filter coffee balanced in his hands. His eyes widened, snagging on her face—where the dried cum glistened under the light, though Nivi didn’t realize—then dropping to her body, the bathrobe clinging to her curves, hinting at her breasts and hips. 


“M-Ma’am, your lunch,” he stammered, his gaze lingering, a flush creeping up his neck. Her pussy throbbed, her clit pulsing at his hungry stare, the intensity of his eyes sending a jolt through her. 


He’s looking, wanting me—fuck, I’m wet again, she thought, her cheeks warming as she took the tray, her fingers brushing his, the contact electric. 


“Thank you,” she murmured, voice low, turning quickly to retreat.
Back in the suite, she set the tray on a table, her heart pounding, the bathrobe slipping slightly to bare a sliver of her thigh. Raghavan lounged on the sofa, his eyes dark, a wicked grin spreading as he watched her. 


“Nivi, you didn’t check a mirror, did you?” he said, voice a low growl, thick with amusement. 


“My cum’s still all over your face—cheeks, lips, chin, shining for that boy to see. He saw my slut marked, tits pushing against that robe, pussy dripping under it.” 


Her pussy flared, a hot blush flooding her face as she realized—Fuck, I didn’t know! His cum’s on me, and he saw! Her hand flew to her cheek, feeling the crusted stains, her clit throbbing with embarrassment and arousal. 


Why does this make me so horny? He saw me marked, and I walked out clueless.
Raghavan stood, stepping close, his fingers tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. 


“Look at you, blushing like a naughty girl, but your pussy’s wet, isn’t it? You walked out there, my cum on your face, teasing that boy without a clue. My exhibitionist queen, getting off on being seen, marked by me.” 


His words hit like a spark, her pussy gushing, her blush deepening as she nodded, lost in his filthy teasing. His thumb brushed her cheek, smearing the dried cum, his voice encouraging. 


“You’re perfect for this, Nivi—parading my marks, your curves begging for eyes. You love it, don’t you?” He’s right—I’m dripping for it, for him, for this kink, she thought, her body trembling, craving more.


“C’mon, baby, let’s clean you up,” he said, guiding her to the bathroom, the tray forgotten. The shower’s warm water cascaded over them, washing away the cum from her face and breasts, his hands gentle but possessive, soaping her curves, fingers lingering on her nipples, her ass. 


“You’re mine,” he murmured, rinsing her, his cock half-hard against her thigh. Nivi leaned into him, her pussy tingling, the intimacy grounding her after the balcony’s fire. 


He owns me, but he cares—this is my new world, she thought, her heart softening.
Back in the suite, Raghavan grinned, tossing her a towel. 


“Get ready, baby—we’re hiking that forest trail. Pick something bold, show off that body.” Nivi’s pussy sparked at the idea, the thrill of potential eyes on the trail flaring her kink. 


She rummaged through her bag, choosing tight denim shorts that hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the hem barely covering her cheeks, and a cropped shirt, tied in a knot at her front to bare her midriff, the fabric straining over her full breasts, nipples faintly teasing through. 


This’ll turn heads if anyone’s out there, she thought, her clit pulsing as she dressed, her exhibitionism kink blazing. 


“Good choice,” Raghavan said, eyes raking her curves, his voice a growl. “Those shorts scream ‘fuck me,’ and that shirt—your tits are begging for stares.”


They grabbed water bottles and a small backpack, Nivi’s heart racing with anticipation, her pussy still warm from his teasing, the room service guy’s eyes, and the hike’s promise of risk. 


I’m his, but this kink is mine—ready to burn again, she thought, her body leading as they stepped toward the door, the forest trail waiting.


Nivi and Raghavan prepared to leave, the afternoon sun a fiery backdrop to her blazing confidence.