31-08-2024, 08:02 AM
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"Oh my gosh," Anita whispers, her voice a blend of awe and trepidation. "That's... you're..."
"Like what you see?" Supratim's smug tone fills the air.
From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches fleeting glimpses of movement in the dim light. A flash of skin, the outline of Supratim's impressive manhood - just enough to fuel his imagination and growing sense of inadequacy.
"We really shouldn't," Anita protests weakly, but her voice wavers. "This isn't right."
"Your eyes say otherwise," Supratim chuckles. "Can't take them off me, can you?"
Arijit hears Anita's breath hitch, imagining her eyes fixed on Supratim's exposed member despite her words. The sharp intake of air speaks volumes, revealing Anita's awe and desire even as she tries to resist.
"I'm engaged,” she insists, but her voice lacks conviction. “We can’t do this.”
In his mind's eye, Arijit can picture Anita's face - eyes wide, pupils dilated with unmistakable lust as she beholds Supratim's impressive cock. The sound of skin on skin confirms his worst fears: Supratim guiding Anita's hand to his length. His imagination fills in the excruciating details. Supratim's large hand engulfs Anita's delicate one, wrapping her trembling fingers around his thick shaft. The size difference is stark - her small hand barely encircles his girth, painting a picture of masculine dominance that Arijit knows he can never match.
“Ummphhhh…”, A soft whimper escapes Anita's lips, laden with awe and unconscious desire. It's a sound she's never made for Arijit, cutting deep into his soul and cementing his feelings of inadequacy. Each fragment of sensory input only serves to heighten Arijit's anguish, forcing him to confront the bitter reality of his own shortcomings.
“It’s so...” Anita starts, then catches herself. “No, we have to stop.”
But her actions belie her words. Arijit hears the subtle, rhythmic sound of her hand moving along Supratim's shaft, her breathing growing heavier.
As he strains to see more, to hear every detail, Arijit becomes acutely aware of his own body's response. His arousal builds, throbbing insistently, impossible to ignore. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut – his humiliation, his inadequacy compared to Supratim, is fuelling his excitement. Shame and arousal war within Arijit, each feeding the other in a dizzying spiral. He wants to look away, to block out the sounds, but finds himself more captivated than ever.
The internal conflict rages – how can he be aroused by his own humiliation? By hearing his fiance’s resolve crumble in the face of another man's superior endowment? Yet undeniably, undeniably, he is.
Arijit's cock strains against his pants, betraying his twisted excitement. His breath comes in short, silent gasps as he listens to Anita's mounting pleasure. The air grows thick with tension as Supratim escalates his advances. The wet sounds of aggressive kissing fill the room, punctuated by Anita’s muffled whimpers.
“Mmph... Supratim, wait...” Anita gasps between kisses, her protest weak and unconvincing.
Arijit hears the soft slap of skin on skin as Supratim's large hands find Anita's bare breasts, kneading roughly. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a low, involuntary moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through his body, his cock twitching traitorously in response.
“Keep stroking,” Supratim commands huskily. “Feel how much bigger I am than your pathetic husband.”
The rhythmic sound of Anita’s hand on Supratim’s shaft continues, growing faster despite her feeble objections.
“We shouldn’t... oh god,” Anita moans, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. “Your hands... they’re so...”
From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches glimpses of their entangled forms. The sight of Supratim's large hands mauling Anita's naked breasts, her smaller hand wrapped around his impressive girth – it's all seared into Arijit's mind.
He sees Supratim's head dip down, followed by Anita's sharp gasp, “Ohhhhhhh… …mmmmmm!!!” The wet sounds of his mouth on her nipples reach Arijit's ears, along with her stifled moans.
“Supratim, please,” Anita whimpers, but whether she’s begging him to stop or continue is unclear even to her.
Arijit's own arousal builds to a fever pitch, shame and excitement warring within him. The realization that he's becoming aroused by his own humiliation, by watching his topless fiancé succumb to another man, is both disturbing and intoxicating.
He wants to look away, to stop this before it goes too far. But Arijit finds himself paralyzed, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. Each moan, each wet sound of Supratim's mouth on Anita's breasts, each whispered command from him – it all serves to deepen Arijit's descent into the unknown. The soft whimpers of pleasure escaping Anita's lips, so different from any sound she's made with him, pierce Arijit's heart. Yet they also send jolts of twisted excitement straight to his groin. He watches, mesmerized, as Supratim's large hands roam Anita's body with confident possessiveness, claiming territory that was once Arijit's alone.
Supratim’s reaction to Anita’s growing submission is palpable, his confidence and dominance radiating through every action and word.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. “You’re finally giving in to what you really want.”
Arijit hears the wet sounds of Supratim's mouth leaving Anita's breast, followed by a sharp gasp from his fiance as Supratim roughly pinches her nipple. “Look at you,” Supratim taunts, “Arijit’s faithful fiance, stroking another man’s cock. And loving every second of it.”
His words are punctuated by the sound of skin on skin – his hand guiding Anita’s movements on his shaft, urging her to stroke faster.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands. “Tell me how much bigger I am than your husband.”
Anita whimpers, caught between shame and arousal. “I... I can’t...”
“You can, and you will,” Supratim insists, his voice low and commanding. “Say it!”
From his vantage point, Arijit sees Supratim's large hand wrap around Anita's throat, not choking but asserting his dominance. Anita's eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement visible even in the dim light.
“You’re... you’re bigger,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “So much bigger...”
Supratim’s laugh is dark and triumphant. “And what does that make Arijit?”
A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita’s ragged breathing. Then, so quietly you almost miss it:
“Inadequate,” Anita whispers, and Ariijt feels his world shattering before him.
Supratim’s reaction is immediate and intense. He pulls Anita closer, his hands roaming her body possessively. “That’s right,” he growls. “And now you’re mine to do with as I please.”
The sound of more aggressive kissing fills the air, mixed with Anita’s muffled moans. Arijit's heart races as he listens, his imagination filling in the gaps with torturous detail. He pictures Supratim's large hands gripping Anita's hips, pulling her flush against his hairy, muscular body.
As the passionate kissing continues, Arijit hears the soft thud of Anita's back hitting the wall. Supratim's voice, thick with lust, cuts through the heavy breathing:
"On your knees, Anita. Show me how much you appreciate a real man's cock."
"What? No!" Anita gasps, her tone a mix of shock and indignation. "I can't do that. It's too far!"
Arijit hears the rustle of movement, imagining Supratim pulling Anita closer. "Come on, baby. You've already crossed the line. What's one more step?"
The tension in the room is palpable as Arijit strains to hear Anita's response. His own body betrays him, arousal warring with shame as he awaits his fiance's decision.
"Like what you see?" Supratim's smug tone fills the air.
From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches fleeting glimpses of movement in the dim light. A flash of skin, the outline of Supratim's impressive manhood - just enough to fuel his imagination and growing sense of inadequacy.
"We really shouldn't," Anita protests weakly, but her voice wavers. "This isn't right."
"Your eyes say otherwise," Supratim chuckles. "Can't take them off me, can you?"
Arijit hears Anita's breath hitch, imagining her eyes fixed on Supratim's exposed member despite her words. The sharp intake of air speaks volumes, revealing Anita's awe and desire even as she tries to resist.
"I'm engaged,” she insists, but her voice lacks conviction. “We can’t do this.”
In his mind's eye, Arijit can picture Anita's face - eyes wide, pupils dilated with unmistakable lust as she beholds Supratim's impressive cock. The sound of skin on skin confirms his worst fears: Supratim guiding Anita's hand to his length. His imagination fills in the excruciating details. Supratim's large hand engulfs Anita's delicate one, wrapping her trembling fingers around his thick shaft. The size difference is stark - her small hand barely encircles his girth, painting a picture of masculine dominance that Arijit knows he can never match.
“Ummphhhh…”, A soft whimper escapes Anita's lips, laden with awe and unconscious desire. It's a sound she's never made for Arijit, cutting deep into his soul and cementing his feelings of inadequacy. Each fragment of sensory input only serves to heighten Arijit's anguish, forcing him to confront the bitter reality of his own shortcomings.
“It’s so...” Anita starts, then catches herself. “No, we have to stop.”
But her actions belie her words. Arijit hears the subtle, rhythmic sound of her hand moving along Supratim's shaft, her breathing growing heavier.
As he strains to see more, to hear every detail, Arijit becomes acutely aware of his own body's response. His arousal builds, throbbing insistently, impossible to ignore. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut – his humiliation, his inadequacy compared to Supratim, is fuelling his excitement. Shame and arousal war within Arijit, each feeding the other in a dizzying spiral. He wants to look away, to block out the sounds, but finds himself more captivated than ever.
The internal conflict rages – how can he be aroused by his own humiliation? By hearing his fiance’s resolve crumble in the face of another man's superior endowment? Yet undeniably, undeniably, he is.
Arijit's cock strains against his pants, betraying his twisted excitement. His breath comes in short, silent gasps as he listens to Anita's mounting pleasure. The air grows thick with tension as Supratim escalates his advances. The wet sounds of aggressive kissing fill the room, punctuated by Anita’s muffled whimpers.
“Mmph... Supratim, wait...” Anita gasps between kisses, her protest weak and unconvincing.
Arijit hears the soft slap of skin on skin as Supratim's large hands find Anita's bare breasts, kneading roughly. Her sharp intake of breath is followed by a low, involuntary moan. The sound sends a jolt of electricity through his body, his cock twitching traitorously in response.
“Keep stroking,” Supratim commands huskily. “Feel how much bigger I am than your pathetic husband.”
The rhythmic sound of Anita’s hand on Supratim’s shaft continues, growing faster despite her feeble objections.
“We shouldn’t... oh god,” Anita moans, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. “Your hands... they’re so...”
From his hidden vantage point, Arijit catches glimpses of their entangled forms. The sight of Supratim's large hands mauling Anita's naked breasts, her smaller hand wrapped around his impressive girth – it's all seared into Arijit's mind.
He sees Supratim's head dip down, followed by Anita's sharp gasp, “Ohhhhhhh… …mmmmmm!!!” The wet sounds of his mouth on her nipples reach Arijit's ears, along with her stifled moans.
“Supratim, please,” Anita whimpers, but whether she’s begging him to stop or continue is unclear even to her.
Arijit's own arousal builds to a fever pitch, shame and excitement warring within him. The realization that he's becoming aroused by his own humiliation, by watching his topless fiancé succumb to another man, is both disturbing and intoxicating.
He wants to look away, to stop this before it goes too far. But Arijit finds himself paralyzed, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. Each moan, each wet sound of Supratim's mouth on Anita's breasts, each whispered command from him – it all serves to deepen Arijit's descent into the unknown. The soft whimpers of pleasure escaping Anita's lips, so different from any sound she's made with him, pierce Arijit's heart. Yet they also send jolts of twisted excitement straight to his groin. He watches, mesmerized, as Supratim's large hands roam Anita's body with confident possessiveness, claiming territory that was once Arijit's alone.
Supratim’s reaction to Anita’s growing submission is palpable, his confidence and dominance radiating through every action and word.
“That’s it,” he growls, his voice thick with lust and triumph. “You’re finally giving in to what you really want.”
Arijit hears the wet sounds of Supratim's mouth leaving Anita's breast, followed by a sharp gasp from his fiance as Supratim roughly pinches her nipple. “Look at you,” Supratim taunts, “Arijit’s faithful fiance, stroking another man’s cock. And loving every second of it.”
His words are punctuated by the sound of skin on skin – his hand guiding Anita’s movements on his shaft, urging her to stroke faster.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands. “Tell me how much bigger I am than your husband.”
Anita whimpers, caught between shame and arousal. “I... I can’t...”
“You can, and you will,” Supratim insists, his voice low and commanding. “Say it!”
From his vantage point, Arijit sees Supratim's large hand wrap around Anita's throat, not choking but asserting his dominance. Anita's eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement visible even in the dim light.
“You’re... you’re bigger,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “So much bigger...”
Supratim’s laugh is dark and triumphant. “And what does that make Arijit?”
A moment of silence follows, broken only by Anita’s ragged breathing. Then, so quietly you almost miss it:
“Inadequate,” Anita whispers, and Ariijt feels his world shattering before him.
Supratim’s reaction is immediate and intense. He pulls Anita closer, his hands roaming her body possessively. “That’s right,” he growls. “And now you’re mine to do with as I please.”
The sound of more aggressive kissing fills the air, mixed with Anita’s muffled moans. Arijit's heart races as he listens, his imagination filling in the gaps with torturous detail. He pictures Supratim's large hands gripping Anita's hips, pulling her flush against his hairy, muscular body.
As the passionate kissing continues, Arijit hears the soft thud of Anita's back hitting the wall. Supratim's voice, thick with lust, cuts through the heavy breathing:
"On your knees, Anita. Show me how much you appreciate a real man's cock."
"What? No!" Anita gasps, her tone a mix of shock and indignation. "I can't do that. It's too far!"
Arijit hears the rustle of movement, imagining Supratim pulling Anita closer. "Come on, baby. You've already crossed the line. What's one more step?"
The tension in the room is palpable as Arijit strains to hear Anita's response. His own body betrays him, arousal warring with shame as he awaits his fiance's decision.
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