Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

"Yes you were. I saw you staring at her tits. They're amazing aren't they?"


"I.... errr... they're very nice," he stammered and walked away quickly.

"Kajalaaaaaa. You're outrageous," gasped Sunny.

"You're the one playing with my pussy by remote control," I said.

"I know, this thing is great. How does it feel?"

"It's buzzing on my g spot right now, can't you hear it?"

"No, I can't hear anything. It has different settings for rhythm and intensity. It's on low at the minute."

She turned it off.

I relaxed a little, but still thought everyone was staring at me.

Sunny poured the wine and we clinked glasses.

"Cheers," we said in unison.

Sunny put her glass down and dropped her hand to her lap. She bought it back up with my G string in her hand and a slutty look on her face.

"In answer to your earlier question Kajal, no I am not wearing any underwear."

She discreetly sniffed my worn knickers and then dropped her hand down again.

"Someone's got excited in her panties," she said.

"Very," I replied.

I saw her shuffling about on the chair and her hand went lower.

"What are you doing," I asked.

"Stuffing your knickers inside me," she smirked.

"What? Actually in your pussy?" I whispered, lowering my head.

"Mhmmm," she squirmed some more and finally bought her hand back up, showing me it was empty, like a magician doing a disappearing trick.

I held my hand to my mouth to stifle my laugh.

"That should stop me leaking all over the chair when I make you cum at the dinner table," she said.

"No. People will hear. You can't do that."

"Clit or g spot?" she asked, showing me the remote.

"Neither. Stop it. People are looking."

"Pick one or I will," she replied.

"Clit," I said, shuffling on the chair.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.........

She left it switched on this time and leaned forward.

My clit buzzed away in short sharp bursts and the feeling was incredible. Maybe it was due to being in plain view of everyone, but it was so intense.

"When you cum, make sure you do it quietly," she said, "this is a respectable place."



I gasped and reached out for the napkin. I picked it up and discreetly pushed it under my ass, between my knickers and the back of my dress. I didn't want a wet patch on my gray dress when I stood up. I could have protested more to make her stop, but it wouldn't have made any difference. She was going to get me off no matter what I said.


"Enjoying our date so far?" she asked.

"Mmmm.... Yes..." I was struggling to stay composed.





The waiter arrived with the soup and placed it in front of us. He looked at Sunny's boobs again.

"I bet you'd love to slide your cock in between my girlfriend's tits wouldn't you?" I teased him. "Feel them all nice and soft and warm around your cock?"

"I.. Madame.. I wasn't...." he stammered.

"Maybe she'll show you her nipples if you're a good boy today," I continued.

"Enjoy your soup ladies," he said and made a hasty retreat.

Sunny turned up the intensity and changed the rhythm on my vibe.

BuzzzZZZZZzzzzzzz. BuzzzZZZZZzzzzzzz. BuzzzZZZZZzzzzzzz.........

It now came on slow and increased in a wave sensation and then tailed off before starting up again.

"Leave the waiter alone, he is innocent," she said.

"So was I when you first kidnapped me," I replied.

I tried eating my soup, but I was a little shaky. Sunny ate hers with no problems.

She switched on the g spot vibe and I knew I wouldn't last long. I was blushing and squirming about.

"I want you to cum in your knickers for me at the dinner table," she said seductively.

I kept my lips clamped shut as she turned it up even more. I didn't want to go into a full "when Harry met Sally" moment, but it was difficult to contain it.

I leaned forward to get maximum stimulation and felt it really start to build. Her free hand held mine across the table and she stared into my eyes. My belly tingled with the inevitable surge of orgasm.

"Do it. Cum for me," she pleaded. "You know you want to. Just think how nice it will feel."

I stifled a moan. People were looking at me, I was sure of it.





"Just let it go. Wet those knickers for me and then I'll turn it off."

My pussy was on fire and ready to burst any second. I was holding it off. I couldn't cum in the middle of a restaurant, it felt so wrong. I held my breath.

The waiter arrived and took the soup bowls away just as my cooch exploded under the table. I let out a small squeak as I felt my overheated snatch pulse and contract around the latex shaft deep inside me. On the outside I looked normal, but inside I was having wave after wave of intense pleasure spreading from my belly to the tips of my toes. It was so intense and strong I thought I was going to pee myself. Sunny sat there calm and relaxed as I came for her in a room full of people. I shuddered as it came to a blissful end.


"Have you just cum?" she asked, sounding disgusted with me.

"You know I have," I panted, "turn it off."

She kept it on.

"You fucking dirty little slut," she said with disdain, "cumming in your underwear in front of all these people."

Her voice was low, but I'm sure people heard her.

"Yes I'm a slut," I panted, still squirming, "please turn it off."

She passed me the remote across the table. I fumbled with the buttons not knowing which one to press. Initially I turned it up even higher until I found the off button and let out a sigh of relief. I threw the remote into the center of the table

"That was fun," she giggled, sipping her champagne as though nothing had happened.

I put my hand between my legs to make sure I hadn't made too much of a mess. The fabric of the knickers was soaked and I only hoped the napkin under my ass was doing its job. The dildo inside me was acting as a plug to prevent me leaking too much, which was a bonus.





"You are so fucking bad," I said, trying to compose myself.

I was about to wipe my slimy fingers on the table cloth, but Sunny grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into her mouth. She looked like she was sampling a chef's fine sauce and savored the taste in appreciation.

"Delicious," she sniggered.

Her naughty game was over for now and we got back to more serious conversation as the main courses arrived. The waiter managed to divert his eyes from Sunny's cleavage for a change.

"Are all your dates like this Sunny?" I asked.

"I don't usually go on dates," she replied.

"So why are we on a date?"

She smiled at me, like a mother smiles at her child.

"Haven't you figured it out yet Kajal?" she said.

"Figured out?" I asked, hoping she'd give me the answer I longed for.

"I have feelings for you. Surely you know that. You can feel the chemistry between us. I've seen how you look at me and you know how I look at you."

"Oh my god! You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say something like that," I said. "I feel the same way."

"I know you are sweetie. I've known since I met you over a year ago. There's something about you which I'm drawn to like never before."

"We didn't meet. You kidnapped me, remember? Although I'm glad you did," I smiled, shyly.

"True, but I knew as soon as you opened your eyes from the sedative that you were going to be something special. You're a natural at this sort of thing."

"What sort of thing?" I asked.

"Fucking, seduction, filthy sex. I know you were initially terrified, but you relished in it. You've come on in leaps and bounds since that first session. I knew you would. I wanted someone who I could shape and mould sexually, but also someone who could face down the fear and inhibitions and just enjoy herself."





"Well you've certainly taught me some new tricks," I giggled.

"Yes. I remember hacking your electronic diary and thinking how vanilla you were."

"Thanks a lot," I said, sitting back in my chair slightly, looking offended.

"I don't mean it like that. You're perfect. You have a body and look to die for and you're feisty. You fight back. You're a strong willed woman Kajal. That's why I've fallen for you."

I felt myself getting hot and knew I must be blushing. She felt the same way about me as I did about her.

"So why all the teasing and being mean to me?" I asked. "You've put me through a lot over the last few months. You've drugged me, kidnapped me, gang bangd me, on more than one occasion. You've made me deepthroat cocks and have thirty men cum all over me. You made me fuck my own sister. You've had four guys fuck my ass. You've denied me orgasms, even though I gave you one. You've even made me fuck a guy for money."

"There's reasons for all of that Kajal," she said, "but, looking back, do you regret any of it? I know you fucking loved it, you told me yourself."

"Eventually I enjoyed it, yes, but you haven't answered the question. Why?"

She sighed.

"I've been training you Kajal. That's why! I want to offer you a job," she looked me in the eye.





Her eyes sparkled. They were wide and cat-like, accentuated by her makeup.

I wasn't surprised. I knew she was up to something. The restaurant was starting to thin out, but we still kept our voices low. Talking about gangbang and bukkake wasn't ideal dining room conversation.

"So you want me to make more dirty films for you, but get paid for it?" I asked, trying to sound shocked.

"Yes and no," she lowered her voice even further. "Making dirty films is a front for the real business we conduct. It generates revenue to fund our true line of work."

"What the fuck are you talking about? What true line of work?" I was now intrigued. I knew something wasn't right here.

"Let's just say it's the seduction and manipulation of people, to ensure we keep things moving in the right direction."

"I don't understand. Who the hell are you Sunny?"

"I'm a recruiter, trainer and asset manager for the company. You obviously haven't been paying attention each time we met. Did you really think I was just using you to make dirty movies? People like you are extremely hard to come by," she said.

I was feeling shocked for real now and wondering what I had got myself into.

"Let's just go over the things that have happened to you in the last year. It might explain things a little better," she continued.

"Well, you need to start explaining things a lot better. I have no idea what you do or who you are," I exclaimed, starting to feel a little worried.

"OK. The first time we met I had drugged you, tied you to a gynecologists chair and had five men cum inside you without your consent. Right?"

I felt nipples harden at the thought of it.





"Go on," I said.

"That was stage one and you passed with flying colors. You overcame the fear of bang and took control of the situation. You even climaxed more than once. Most normal girls would have cracked and been useless in those circumstances, but you actually begged to be fucked. When we send our people out on assignments, especially women, what do you think is the worst thing that can happen to them if they are discovered for what they are?"

"They get bangd," I said, as my history started to unfold before me.

"Exactly. We never put them in real danger of violence, but bang is the biggest threat. You've been subjected to it on numerous occasions. Are you bothered by it?"

"I was, but I'm not now. I just look at the positive side of it and enjoy being fucked," I giggled.

"So if it happened to you on an assignment, you could still perform without any lasting psychological damage?"

"I would think so, yes," I replied.

"Next I brought you in again for a bukkake session. More depraved sex acts and I taught you how to deepthroat a cock," she said in a matter of fact tone.





My nipples were showing through my dress and my clit was throbbing. I was reliving it and it excited me.

"You made me sniff your knickers," I laughed.

"Yes, I sat on your face and tested you for lesbian tendencies. I already knew you would like girls from the previous session, when I had made you sniff Natalie's underwear just as you came. We got interrupted during the initial session and had to wait until you were covered in cum and everyone had left."