10-11-2026, 03:09 PM
Vese ek bat btao mr steel
Tum khud kya ho Alpha ya beta dear
I'm pretty impressed with your writing skills yr
Tum khud kya ho Alpha ya beta dear
I'm pretty impressed with your writing skills yr
CUCKOLD H & S Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha (Mask of Desire)Running
10-11-2026, 03:10 PM
10-11-2026, 03:15 PM
10-11-2026, 03:17 PM
(10-11-2026, 03:09 PM)rekhaaji Wrote: Vese ek bat btao mr steel
Tum khud kya ho Alpha ya beta dear
I'm pretty impressed with your writing skills yr
I don't know dear. But, I somehow managed to turn a few readers of my previous story into submissive cucks.. Maybe they can answer it if they're reading this ;)
Or not.
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10-11-2026, 03:18 PM
10-11-2026, 03:49 PM
Readers have requested that the ages of the couples—Sharath and Kusha, and Puneet and Laila—as well as the age of Rakesh, be included at the beginning of the story. Additionally, readers would like to know, right from the start, whether these couples (Sharath and Kusha, and Puneet and Laila) have any children.
10-11-2026, 04:32 PM
The main characters in the story are the couples Sharath and Kusha, and Puneet and Laila, along with the central character, Rakesh. Their details—such as their ages, professions, and the relationships they share with one another—are presented through Sharath’s perspective. The entire story is told from Sharath’s point of view (POV).
10-11-2026, 05:40 PM
Kusha should change her appearance and make it bit bold to intimidate Rakesh in next meeting.
10-11-2026, 09:36 PM
Rakesh sat behind the wheel of his SUV, gripping it tightly in his hands. He took a long breath in, his grip tightening until his knuckles were white, then let it out in one explosive burst, releasing his anger with it.
Kusha was a hard nut to crack. Maybe the hardest he had ever worked on. She was proud, smart, and stubborn. Rakesh had used every trick in the book, logic, subtle insults, and sheer force of will, and he had still failed to get her to agree. It had been a long time since a woman he wanted hadn't just fallen into his lap. True, he had moved her from a "no" to a "maybe", but that was hardly a win compared to what he had done with other women in the past.
A frustrated erection tented up the front of Rakesh's pants as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to fuck Kusha more than ever now that she was playing hard to get like this. And he would, he was positive. Soon that smug, perfect bitch would be begging for his dick. He just needed to apply a little more pressure.
The first order of business was dealing with Sharath. The little spa trip, even though Rakesh had turned it into an opportunity, had been proof that Sharath had grown some balls and was trying to work against him behind the scenes. If Sharath somehow found a way to genuinely relieve Kusha's tension, it could actually throw a wrench in Rakesh's plans.
Rakesh knew that, as pleasant a guy as old Sherry could be, he wasn't the type of man who could handle a woman like Kusha. But Rakesh needed Kusha to see that as well. Rakesh suspected that Kusha was already feeling new appetites for domination and realizing that Sharath couldn't satisfy them. Rakesh needed to deepen that gap between Kusha's desires and Sharath's abilities. Once Kusha realized that Sharath could never give her what her instincts craved, Rakesh's job would get a lot easier.
But how best to let Sharath's inadequacy shine?
The answer was simple. All that Rakesh had to do was let Sharath dig his own grave. If Rakesh sent Sharath a free gift subscription to his adult website, there was no doubt at all in his mind that a cuck-in-the-making like Sharath would spend every free moment jerking himself raw thinking about what Rakesh might do to his wife. Which would leave him drained and limp in bed, unable to satisfy his wife. Leaving her hornier and hornier by the day, ready to submit to her new master.
Time to draft a little email, informing Sharath of his generous gift...
...
The email came in as Sharath was processing permits at work. Just another buzzing from his phone that he paid no attention to. But when he checked the notification a few minutes later, suddenly it was all he could think about, and focusing on his work became impossible.
The email was brief and blunt.
Hey buddy,
Since you seemed so curious about Laila the other day, I thought I would let you see the whole dirty business for yourself. I paid for a subscription so you can go nuts and access all the Premium Maal. You can find Laila's whole story under her name.
User name: Cucky_Sherry
Password: thankuRocky
Sharath spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze, making multiple mistakes on his work, staring into space, and generally having a terrible time. Obviously he wasn't actually going to use the gifted subscription. It was some sort of trick... if not an outright trick, then certainly a barely concealed taunt about what Rakesh planned to do with his wife. About an hour after he received the email, Sharath deleted it, feeling like he had won a victory.
But it still ate away at him, and he knew that, thanks to the taunting nature of the username and password, they were now seared into his brain. He would be able to remember them if he tried, so deleting the email had been a hollow gesture.
All afternoon, he was taunted by the knowledge that, if he really wanted, he could sit down later that evening and see the woman he had had a crush on for so long naked after that brief encounter at the waterfalls. The fact that she would be fucking Rakesh whenever he saw her was a bitter pill to swallow... And, even worse, he would know the entire time that whatever he watched on the screen was exactly what Rakesh intended to do to his wife.
Kusha was a hard nut to crack. Maybe the hardest he had ever worked on. She was proud, smart, and stubborn. Rakesh had used every trick in the book, logic, subtle insults, and sheer force of will, and he had still failed to get her to agree. It had been a long time since a woman he wanted hadn't just fallen into his lap. True, he had moved her from a "no" to a "maybe", but that was hardly a win compared to what he had done with other women in the past.
A frustrated erection tented up the front of Rakesh's pants as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to fuck Kusha more than ever now that she was playing hard to get like this. And he would, he was positive. Soon that smug, perfect bitch would be begging for his dick. He just needed to apply a little more pressure.
The first order of business was dealing with Sharath. The little spa trip, even though Rakesh had turned it into an opportunity, had been proof that Sharath had grown some balls and was trying to work against him behind the scenes. If Sharath somehow found a way to genuinely relieve Kusha's tension, it could actually throw a wrench in Rakesh's plans.
Rakesh knew that, as pleasant a guy as old Sherry could be, he wasn't the type of man who could handle a woman like Kusha. But Rakesh needed Kusha to see that as well. Rakesh suspected that Kusha was already feeling new appetites for domination and realizing that Sharath couldn't satisfy them. Rakesh needed to deepen that gap between Kusha's desires and Sharath's abilities. Once Kusha realized that Sharath could never give her what her instincts craved, Rakesh's job would get a lot easier.
But how best to let Sharath's inadequacy shine?
The answer was simple. All that Rakesh had to do was let Sharath dig his own grave. If Rakesh sent Sharath a free gift subscription to his adult website, there was no doubt at all in his mind that a cuck-in-the-making like Sharath would spend every free moment jerking himself raw thinking about what Rakesh might do to his wife. Which would leave him drained and limp in bed, unable to satisfy his wife. Leaving her hornier and hornier by the day, ready to submit to her new master.
Time to draft a little email, informing Sharath of his generous gift...
...
The email came in as Sharath was processing permits at work. Just another buzzing from his phone that he paid no attention to. But when he checked the notification a few minutes later, suddenly it was all he could think about, and focusing on his work became impossible.
The email was brief and blunt.
Hey buddy,
Since you seemed so curious about Laila the other day, I thought I would let you see the whole dirty business for yourself. I paid for a subscription so you can go nuts and access all the Premium Maal. You can find Laila's whole story under her name.
User name: Cucky_Sherry
Password: thankuRocky
Sharath spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze, making multiple mistakes on his work, staring into space, and generally having a terrible time. Obviously he wasn't actually going to use the gifted subscription. It was some sort of trick... if not an outright trick, then certainly a barely concealed taunt about what Rakesh planned to do with his wife. About an hour after he received the email, Sharath deleted it, feeling like he had won a victory.
But it still ate away at him, and he knew that, thanks to the taunting nature of the username and password, they were now seared into his brain. He would be able to remember them if he tried, so deleting the email had been a hollow gesture.
All afternoon, he was taunted by the knowledge that, if he really wanted, he could sit down later that evening and see the woman he had had a crush on for so long naked after that brief encounter at the waterfalls. The fact that she would be fucking Rakesh whenever he saw her was a bitter pill to swallow... And, even worse, he would know the entire time that whatever he watched on the screen was exactly what Rakesh intended to do to his wife.
10-11-2026, 09:42 PM
11-11-2026, 05:33 AM
this is getting interesting... keep going strong..
11-11-2026, 07:21 AM
(10-11-2026, 09:42 PM)Steel Wrote: Interesting idea. Going toe-to-toe to win over Rakesh's male ego. I'll make a note.
Yes it would be her attempt to distract rakesh and show him how ugly he is compared to her to break his confidence. Exposing her smooth legs showing a waxed armpit and hint of cleavage with smoky makeup.
Rakesh can't win all rounds . Let him loose this round and rethink his strategy.
11-11-2026, 01:32 PM
Speaking of Kusha, Sharath had been worrying about her for the past few days. The trip to the spa had been a failure. Sharath had no idea how, but Rakesh had somehow knew his plan to help Kusha and worked effectively to counteract it. The whole point had been to calm Kusha down and soothe her stress, but after the trip, she seemed more moody and distracted than ever.
It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Sharath hadn't actually cut off friendship with Rakesh, and Kusha was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Sharath had discovered that Kusha had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Kusha had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology... unless this whole thing with Rakesh had sent their natural rhythm out of whack.
Sharath spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home, he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Kusha wasn't in her home office... which meant she was working late tonight.. probably. Sharath immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Kusha was at the office. Where else would she be? In Rakesh's room, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Rakesh.
...but Laila did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn't home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Rakesh had mercilessly placed in his hands.
In the end, Sharath made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the website would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Rakesh had tricked Laila into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick's plans for Kusha.
The fact that he would get to see Laila moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.
Sharath double checked through the window that Kusha wasn't pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, shady-looking adult page.
He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Rakesh wanted. He didn't believe for a second that Rakesh had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Rakesh was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Sharath by showing what would happen to Kusha... Well, then all Sharath had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Rakesh's plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Rakesh thought.
Sharath entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.
...
It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Sharath hadn't actually cut off friendship with Rakesh, and Kusha was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Sharath had discovered that Kusha had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Kusha had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology... unless this whole thing with Rakesh had sent their natural rhythm out of whack.
Sharath spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home, he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Kusha wasn't in her home office... which meant she was working late tonight.. probably. Sharath immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Kusha was at the office. Where else would she be? In Rakesh's room, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Rakesh.
...but Laila did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn't home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Rakesh had mercilessly placed in his hands.
In the end, Sharath made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the website would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Rakesh had tricked Laila into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick's plans for Kusha.
The fact that he would get to see Laila moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.
Sharath double checked through the window that Kusha wasn't pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, shady-looking adult page.
He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Rakesh wanted. He didn't believe for a second that Rakesh had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Rakesh was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Sharath by showing what would happen to Kusha... Well, then all Sharath had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Rakesh's plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Rakesh thought.
Sharath entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.
...
11-11-2026, 01:33 PM
Over at Rakesh’s place..
Rakesh looked down lazily at his phone, saw that it was from his web developer, and took the call. He normally didn't call unless it was serious.
"What's up?" Rakesh grunted, making a "five minutes" gesture to the cameramen. Pooja rolled her eyes on the bed, but took the opportunity to light up a cigarette.
"You told me to call you if someone logged in with the Cucky_Sherry username. Someone did," as usual, the web dev nasally sounded annoyed. Looks like he and Rakesh had a past and didn't like each other very much, but they found each other useful.
"Great," said Rakesh with a nasty grin. "Log the IP. And If someone from that IP tries to make another account, block it."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember," said the voice on the other end. There was a disgusting crunching sound over the line. Always snacking, this guy. "You know that someone could get around that in like five minutes if they tried, right?"
"Only if they had the willpower to fight back and some brains," replied Rakesh with a chuckle. "I'm not worried."
"Whatever. Your wish," said the web dev, speaking through a full mouth of whatever greasy snack food he was eating. "Hey, you know that my skills are wasted on stupid shit like running your website, right? If we are trading favors, don't waste them on bullshit like this."
Rakesh rolled his eyes. "Sure.. Next time I need some super spooky black-hat hacking, you'll be first on my list. Bye." He hung up and put the phone back into his robe. The guy was insufferable sometimes, but he ran a damn clean ship on digital security. Rakesh didn't think he would need his help in any other ways. He preferred physical and mental over digital manipulation.
Rakesh looked down lazily at his phone, saw that it was from his web developer, and took the call. He normally didn't call unless it was serious.
"What's up?" Rakesh grunted, making a "five minutes" gesture to the cameramen. Pooja rolled her eyes on the bed, but took the opportunity to light up a cigarette.
"You told me to call you if someone logged in with the Cucky_Sherry username. Someone did," as usual, the web dev nasally sounded annoyed. Looks like he and Rakesh had a past and didn't like each other very much, but they found each other useful.
"Great," said Rakesh with a nasty grin. "Log the IP. And If someone from that IP tries to make another account, block it."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember," said the voice on the other end. There was a disgusting crunching sound over the line. Always snacking, this guy. "You know that someone could get around that in like five minutes if they tried, right?"
"Only if they had the willpower to fight back and some brains," replied Rakesh with a chuckle. "I'm not worried."
"Whatever. Your wish," said the web dev, speaking through a full mouth of whatever greasy snack food he was eating. "Hey, you know that my skills are wasted on stupid shit like running your website, right? If we are trading favors, don't waste them on bullshit like this."
Rakesh rolled his eyes. "Sure.. Next time I need some super spooky black-hat hacking, you'll be first on my list. Bye." He hung up and put the phone back into his robe. The guy was insufferable sometimes, but he ran a damn clean ship on digital security. Rakesh didn't think he would need his help in any other ways. He preferred physical and mental over digital manipulation.
11-11-2026, 02:01 PM
Back to Sharath..
Sharath's eyes lit up as the website unlocked. A second later, he frowned. The website looked quite different than the one he had previewed earlier. Instead of a deep black background with neon highlights, this webpage had a background of soft purple. For a second, he thought he had been sent to the wrong site.
Then he saw the wolf logo at the top with a text. It still said "Premium Maal", but now there was a small addition on the bottom right of the words: "Beta Edition." Sharath rolled his eyes. Had Rakesh made a purple reskin of the website just to fuck with him? It felt sort of petty. Whatever, as long as all the content was still there.
But, as he scrolled down, searching for Laila, Sharath noticed that the background color wasn't the only change.
There was censorship on the page now, when Sharath could have sworn there wasn't before. All of the women had a black bar covering their eyes now, and the women posing with exotic dresses had wider black bars covering their breast and waist areas. Making them look like they were completely naked behind those black bars. Sharath felt a prickle of anger, no longer quite as dismissive of the games Rakesh was playing. The taunt felt a lot more pointed now. An implication that Sharath was a beta who didn't even deserve to see these women completely, while Rakesh got to fuck them as much as he wanted.
Sharath gritted his teeth. The joke was on Rakesh. Although this version of the site might not be as... satisfying to Sharath's curiosity, all of the written portions were intact, and, by clicking into a few videos as a test, Sharath found that he had access to all of those as well... although each and every one had been carefully edited to censor all female nudity. The wider black bars eventually narrowed down just to cover their nipples and pussies as they undressed. The worst part was that Sharath found the censorship a little erotic in a strange way. He had always liked it when Kusha (and other women before her) teased him in bed. And in some ways, this felt like the ultimate tease. Getting so close to seeing these gorgeous women, but being denied right at the last step.
Sharath shook his head, irritated with himself. He wasn't being "denied" by anyone. This was a mind game from Rakesh. If he wanted to see these women naked, all he would have to do is pay for a subscription. But he didn't need to. He needed to get to work. In theory, he could learn more about Rakesh's methods by clicking on any woman on the site, but Sharath wasn't kidding himself. Now that he had come this far, he wasn't going to hold himself back from what he really wanted to see.
He scrolled down the page until he saw the name "Laila" once again. There was her photo, smiling her familiar, teasing smile. Since she was wearing a full swimsuit covered under a sarong, there were no black bars on her body here, but the black line covering her eyes still gave the photo a taboo, naughty feeling, like Sharath was looking at something he shouldn't.
Which maybe he was.
Sharath's eyes lit up as the website unlocked. A second later, he frowned. The website looked quite different than the one he had previewed earlier. Instead of a deep black background with neon highlights, this webpage had a background of soft purple. For a second, he thought he had been sent to the wrong site.
Then he saw the wolf logo at the top with a text. It still said "Premium Maal", but now there was a small addition on the bottom right of the words: "Beta Edition." Sharath rolled his eyes. Had Rakesh made a purple reskin of the website just to fuck with him? It felt sort of petty. Whatever, as long as all the content was still there.
But, as he scrolled down, searching for Laila, Sharath noticed that the background color wasn't the only change.
There was censorship on the page now, when Sharath could have sworn there wasn't before. All of the women had a black bar covering their eyes now, and the women posing with exotic dresses had wider black bars covering their breast and waist areas. Making them look like they were completely naked behind those black bars. Sharath felt a prickle of anger, no longer quite as dismissive of the games Rakesh was playing. The taunt felt a lot more pointed now. An implication that Sharath was a beta who didn't even deserve to see these women completely, while Rakesh got to fuck them as much as he wanted.
Sharath gritted his teeth. The joke was on Rakesh. Although this version of the site might not be as... satisfying to Sharath's curiosity, all of the written portions were intact, and, by clicking into a few videos as a test, Sharath found that he had access to all of those as well... although each and every one had been carefully edited to censor all female nudity. The wider black bars eventually narrowed down just to cover their nipples and pussies as they undressed. The worst part was that Sharath found the censorship a little erotic in a strange way. He had always liked it when Kusha (and other women before her) teased him in bed. And in some ways, this felt like the ultimate tease. Getting so close to seeing these gorgeous women, but being denied right at the last step.
Sharath shook his head, irritated with himself. He wasn't being "denied" by anyone. This was a mind game from Rakesh. If he wanted to see these women naked, all he would have to do is pay for a subscription. But he didn't need to. He needed to get to work. In theory, he could learn more about Rakesh's methods by clicking on any woman on the site, but Sharath wasn't kidding himself. Now that he had come this far, he wasn't going to hold himself back from what he really wanted to see.
He scrolled down the page until he saw the name "Laila" once again. There was her photo, smiling her familiar, teasing smile. Since she was wearing a full swimsuit covered under a sarong, there were no black bars on her body here, but the black line covering her eyes still gave the photo a taboo, naughty feeling, like Sharath was looking at something he shouldn't.
Which maybe he was.
11-11-2026, 02:40 PM
Instead of subscription money rakesh should give him a offer. Get 1 month free. For getting that he needs to describe his wife and write a wild fantasy about her
11-11-2026, 02:49 PM
He clicked it, his heart pounding and his cock straining in his pants. First, he was redirected to a page where he was given the options of "Laila's Training" and "Scenes". As tempting as the scenes sounded, he probably needed to get all the info he could first, so he clicked "Laila's Training".
He was greeted by a sort of… report. A timeline report. A collection of dated entries, written in bright, italic, pornographic style, accompanied by pictures and footage. A lot of the earlier footage was clearly taken using some sort of hidden camera, though prominent disclaimers advised that all people with unblurred faces in the videos gave their express permission for the footage to be posted. Sharath considered scrolling right down to the bottom to see if there really were any filthy videos of Laila having sex with a gross creature like Rakesh... but he restrained himself. He was supposed to be looking for clues, not getting off.
He started at the beginning.
The page started with a brief introduction detailing information that Sharath was already familiar with. The fact that Rakesh and Laila went to college together. That she never liked him. That she got married to a jock shortly after college. Sharath skimmed it, though he was more interested in the content further down the page... for research purposes, of course.
The next section was a bit more interesting.
So, with all that in mind, dear strokers, you won't be surprised to hear that when I ran into Laila recently at my local grocery store, she was downright rude to me! Dismissive even! She tried to brush me off like I was trash. And you know how that attitude makes Rocky feel, coming from a slut-in-the-making. It makes me feel like I have to prove her wrong. Especially because Laila and I go way back. I just had to get a little revenge for myself, you know? So I did a little digging and found out that Little Laila was running a yoga class at her local community center. It wasn't hard to join up. After all, 'everyone is welcome'!
Every entry was written in the same smug, joking style, peppered with familiar remarks directed at the reader. It made the writer, presumably Rakesh, sound like a pompous prick. But Sharath supposed that that was what the audience this type of website is for. There was a video beneath that entry, so Sharath clicked play.
The video was clearly being taken from some sort of hidden pinhole camera, based on the low angle and the fish-eye lens. The perspective showed Laila approaching in her fitted sports bra over a loose tank top and yoga pants. Even with the odd perspective, it was easy to see she was angry... although Sharath noticed that her eyes were still covered by a black bar as she moved.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed quietly. The camera showed her navel along her sweaty midriff, as she approached close to the camera.
"I thought the catalog said everyone was welcome," said the man wearing the camera, calm and amused. It was obviously Rakesh. Sharath could tell from the voice alone. He would recognize that smug prick anywhere.
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Rakesh, but whatever it is, I..."
"I'm just here to learn yoga," said Rakesh with a chuckle. "You're the one who seems to be making a big deal out of it. But fine, go tell the organizers to kick me out of the class because you knew me in college and think I'm annoying. I'm sure that will get exactly the response you're looking for."
Laila made a frustrated huff and turned away, showing the camera a tempting view of her plump backside as she retreated, stiff with anger.
The video cut off there. Sharath was confused. If this was supposed to be an example of Rakesh's progress, it didn't look encouraging. Laila was obviously pissed off and dismissive. But Rakesh wouldn't have posted this on his website if it ended in a rejection. With a sinking feeling in his belly, oddly compounded by his thumping heart and throbbing erection, Sharath scrolled down and read further.
He was greeted by a sort of… report. A timeline report. A collection of dated entries, written in bright, italic, pornographic style, accompanied by pictures and footage. A lot of the earlier footage was clearly taken using some sort of hidden camera, though prominent disclaimers advised that all people with unblurred faces in the videos gave their express permission for the footage to be posted. Sharath considered scrolling right down to the bottom to see if there really were any filthy videos of Laila having sex with a gross creature like Rakesh... but he restrained himself. He was supposed to be looking for clues, not getting off.
He started at the beginning.
The page started with a brief introduction detailing information that Sharath was already familiar with. The fact that Rakesh and Laila went to college together. That she never liked him. That she got married to a jock shortly after college. Sharath skimmed it, though he was more interested in the content further down the page... for research purposes, of course.
The next section was a bit more interesting.
So, with all that in mind, dear strokers, you won't be surprised to hear that when I ran into Laila recently at my local grocery store, she was downright rude to me! Dismissive even! She tried to brush me off like I was trash. And you know how that attitude makes Rocky feel, coming from a slut-in-the-making. It makes me feel like I have to prove her wrong. Especially because Laila and I go way back. I just had to get a little revenge for myself, you know? So I did a little digging and found out that Little Laila was running a yoga class at her local community center. It wasn't hard to join up. After all, 'everyone is welcome'!
Every entry was written in the same smug, joking style, peppered with familiar remarks directed at the reader. It made the writer, presumably Rakesh, sound like a pompous prick. But Sharath supposed that that was what the audience this type of website is for. There was a video beneath that entry, so Sharath clicked play.
The video was clearly being taken from some sort of hidden pinhole camera, based on the low angle and the fish-eye lens. The perspective showed Laila approaching in her fitted sports bra over a loose tank top and yoga pants. Even with the odd perspective, it was easy to see she was angry... although Sharath noticed that her eyes were still covered by a black bar as she moved.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed quietly. The camera showed her navel along her sweaty midriff, as she approached close to the camera.
"I thought the catalog said everyone was welcome," said the man wearing the camera, calm and amused. It was obviously Rakesh. Sharath could tell from the voice alone. He would recognize that smug prick anywhere.
"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Rakesh, but whatever it is, I..."
"I'm just here to learn yoga," said Rakesh with a chuckle. "You're the one who seems to be making a big deal out of it. But fine, go tell the organizers to kick me out of the class because you knew me in college and think I'm annoying. I'm sure that will get exactly the response you're looking for."
Laila made a frustrated huff and turned away, showing the camera a tempting view of her plump backside as she retreated, stiff with anger.
The video cut off there. Sharath was confused. If this was supposed to be an example of Rakesh's progress, it didn't look encouraging. Laila was obviously pissed off and dismissive. But Rakesh wouldn't have posted this on his website if it ended in a rejection. With a sinking feeling in his belly, oddly compounded by his thumping heart and throbbing erection, Sharath scrolled down and read further.
11-11-2026, 04:14 PM
(10-11-2026, 02:52 PM)Hotgiri Wrote: How many episodes it will take to Kusha submit herself to Rakesh
You can directly jump to Kusha (Claire) sex episode. Search for "The Bet" by Rabblelaid on literotica. This is a direct copy paste of that story with names changed. Chapter 5 has blowjob. From chapter 7 has sex.
11-11-2026, 05:15 PM
(11-11-2026, 04:14 PM)navytut Wrote: You can directly jump to Kusha (Claire) sex episode. Search for "The Bet" by Rabblelaid on literotica. This is a direct copy paste of that story with names changed. Chapter 5 has blowjob. From chapter 7 has sex.
Busted? I mean you're not entirely wrong. The initial updates were surely taken from there. Such a good story, I should have given the credit at the beginning (which I will add now).
Coming to the story itself, there are certain changes already made and more will unfold in the upcoming updates, gradually tying the events to Ishaan and Madhuri's lives from my previous story. I don't want to spoil anymore on this, so I'll leave it at that.
You're welcome to read along if it interests you, but either way, I'll continue posting the updates as planned.
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