Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Meera Blackmailed

 
Arjun and Vikram's eyes locked on Meera. They demanded the same thing they had coerced out of Riya—five minutes of kissing each of them with the same intensity and passion as Riya had shown in the video. It wasn't just about the kiss; they wanted to see Meera completely involved, just as they had seen Riya.

 
Meera took a deep breath, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She had no choice. She had to protect Riya.

 
Arjun sat down on a makeshift bench at the construction site and looked up at Meera, patting his lap. "Come on, then. We don't have all day," he said with a smug smile, his eyes lingering on her body in a way that made her skin crawl.

 
Meera swallowed hard. She turned to look at Riya, giving her a comforting nod before stepping forward. Arjun's smile widened as Meera slowly approached him, her every movement stiff and unwilling. She tried to shut off her thoughts, ignoring how his eyes seemed to devour her.

 
She finally straddled his lap, her face inches away from his. Arjun gripped her waist tightly, his rough hands pressing into her sides. Meera fought back the bile rising in her throat as she leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a reluctant kiss. Arjun wasted no time, pulling her closer, his hands running down her back as he deepened the kiss.

 
He wanted more than just a simple kiss; he wanted to see her succumb, to lose herself altogether. His hands moved over her back, urging her to press against him, as he whispered in her ear, "Just like in the video, Meera. Show us that passion."

 
Meera tried to comply, kissing him more intensely despite the disgust she felt. She could feel his hands wandering, moving up and down her back, gripping her sides, and she forced herself to stay still, her lips moving against his. She closed her eyes, trying to block everything out, but the feeling of Arjun’s rough hands on her body made that impossible.

 
When her five minutes were finally up, she broke the kiss, her face flushed with shame and anger.

 
She quickly got up; her cheeks flushed as she moved away from him. Vikram stood up next with a grin as he looked at her. He patted his lap and gestured for her to come to him.

 
Meera hesitated for a second before slowly moving towards Vikram. He sat on the same bench, his eyes scanning her with interest. As Meera straddled his lap, she felt his muscular arms wrap around her, pulling her close. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.

 
Vikram wasn’t gentle. His kiss was forceful, his hands roving all over her back, urging her closer. His chest was bare, and Meera could feel the roughness of his skin against her own, the sensation making her shiver with discomfort. His grip was tight, possessive, his hands moving lower to grip her hips, pressing her closer.

 
He briefly broke the kiss to murmur, "You better not hold back, Meera. We know you can do better."

 
His words sent a jolt of anger through her, but she had no choice but to comply. She kissed him again, trying to show the same level of intensity she had seen in the video. It was unbearable, but she kept focused, knowing she had to get through this to keep Riya safe.

 
After what felt like an eternity, the five minutes with Vikram finally ended. He released her, and Meera quickly got up, stepping away from him.

 
Arjun and Vikram exchanged glances, clearly not satisfied. Arjun spoke up, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. "Meera, the passion is missing. It looks like you’re just doing this because you have to. Maybe we need to warm you up to ensure you get into it," he grinned wickedly.

 
Meera’s face flushed red with anger, but before she could protest, Vikram moved closer, finding her waist and grazing the bare skin there. "Just relax, Meera," he murmured, his fingers slowly moving over her stomach, circling her belly button, his touch sending unwanted shivers up her spine.

 
Arjun joined in, his hands roaming over her back before sliding to her front, cupping her breasts over her blouse. Meera gasped, her body tensing as she felt their hands on her. She wanted to pull away, to push them off, but the weight of the video and the threat it carried held her still.

 
Vikram's hands traveled further, caressing her stomach with intimacy, his fingers teasing her belly button, sending a tingling sensation. Arjun's hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging in slightly, and he smirked at her reaction.

 
"See, Meera, if you relax, it’ll be easier," Arjun whispered, his face inches from hers. "You must want it, like Riya did in the video."

 
Meera closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but their touch was too much. Despite her disgust, her body was reacting, and she could feel the unwanted heat building inside her. The kisses, their hands roaming over her body, stirred something she did not want to feel.

 
Vikram’s hand moved up to her blouse, unbuttoning the top buttons until more of her chest was exposed. His eyes lingered on her skin, and he looked up at her with a smirk. "There you go, now you’re looking more ready."

 
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers again, his kiss forceful and demanding. Meera tried to focus on anything else, ignoring how his lips moved against hers and his hand moved over her exposed skin.

 
Arjun watched for a moment before joining in, his hand replacing Vikram’s, exploring her chest while his other hand moved down to her waist, gripping her tightly.

 
The kisses intensified, both men taking turns, their hands moving over her body. Meera could feel herself losing control, her body betraying her as unwanted desires started surfacing. She hated how her body was reacting, the way her skin seemed to crave more even as her mind screamed for it to stop.

 
After what felt like an eternity, Arjun finally pulled back. He looked at Meera, who was panting slightly. Her face was flushed, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

 
Arjun looked at Meera, dissatisfied, shaking his head slightly. "Meera, you came very close; the passion is still missing. You're not there yet," he said, his voice carrying an edge of impatience. He exchanged a glance with Vikram, who nodded in agreement.

 
Vikram then leaned in, his eyes glinting with something predatory. "Maybe you need to be in your undergarments, just like Riya in the video. That might help you get in the mood," he smirked.

 
Meera's eyes widened, and she instinctively shook her head, backing away slightly. But Arjun grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer again. "You saw the video, Meera. If you want to ensure that stays between us, you need to do exactly what Riya did," he said, his voice soft but full of menace.

 
Vikram stepped closer, his fingers brushing her cheek before trailing down her neck. "Take off your sari," he instructed, his voice firm. Meera hesitated, her heart pounding as she glanced at the two men.

 
Slowly, reluctantly, Meera began to untie her sari, her hands trembling as she pulled the fabric away from her body. Arjun and Vikram watched her intently, their eyes taking in every movement.

 
Once the sari fell away, they removed the blouse and petticoat, taking their time and revealing her undergarments. Meera stood there, feeling exposed. The cold air touched her skin, making her shiver, but it was the heat of their gaze that made her feel genuinely naked. Arjun let out a low whistle, his eyes raking over her body.

 
"That's more like it," he said, stepping closer to her, his hand trailing down her arm before resting on her waist.

 
Vikram moved to her other side, his hands brushing against her bare skin. "Now, let's see if we can get you in the right mood," he murmured, his fingers running along her stomach, moving slowly up to her chest.

 
Meera closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sensations, but it was impossible. Their hands moved over her body, touching her in ways that sent unwanted shivers down her spine, making her body respond despite her resistance. She felt their fingers trace the lines of her bra, their hands on her bare waist, their warmth sinking into her skin.

 
They continued to touch her, their hands roaming over her body, brushing against her breasts, her stomach, and her waist. Every touch felt like it was setting her skin on fire, her body betraying her as she felt herself becoming more aware of them, her breath quickening, her body heating up.

 
"Now, Meera, come sit on my lap," Arjun said, sitting on a nearby chair, patting his thighs. Meera hesitated, but with their threat still hanging over her, she slowly moved forward, lowering herself onto his lap.

 
Arjun's hands immediately went to her waist, pulling her close as he leaned in, his lips finding hers. The kiss was demanding and forceful, and Meera could feel his hard Penis beneath her, pressing into her. She could feel Vikram's hands on her shoulders, guiding her movements as they insisted she kiss passionately.

 
Meera kissed Arjun, trying to emulate what she had seen Riya do in the video and make her movements match the intensity they wanted.

 
After a few minutes, Arjun pulled back, his eyes searching her face. He frowned slightly, shaking his head. "It's still not the same, Meera. The passion's still not there," he said, his hands tightening her waist.

 
Vikram nodded in agreement, stepping closer. "Maybe we need to warm you up a little more; make sure you're ready," he said, his hand moving to her chest, brushing against her bra as he spoke.

 
Meera felt her heart sink, knowing that they weren't done with her yet, that this nightmare was far from over.

 
Arjun pulled Meera closer, his hands sliding down her waist to rest on her hips. He gave her a sharp look that made her understand she had no choice but to comply. He leaned back, pressing his cheek against her face, whispering, “We’re going to make sure you feel exactly how we want you to feel.”

 
Vikram moved behind her, his fingers brushing her back as he unclasped her bra strap with deliberate slowness, letting the straps fall off her shoulders. Meera's breath caught, the weight of the situation crashing over her as she felt her bra loosen. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling Vikram’s rough fingers press against her bare back as he moved his hands around to her stomach while Arjun pulled her forward, their bodies pressing together.

 
“Come on, let’s see that passion, Meera,” Vikram taunted, his voice low and rough.

 
She shivered, her body reacting involuntarily to their touch. Her mind was screaming for her to pull away, to run, but their threats, the video they had—there was nothing she could do but endure.

 
Arjun pulled her down, locking his lips on hers in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth. His other hand moved up her thigh, touching her bare skin and feeling her warmth.

 
She tried to put herself into the kiss, to give them the passion they were demanding, but her body was frozen, the shame and fear she felt overriding everything else. It wasn’t until Vikram’s hands moved up, cupping her breasts from behind, his fingers flicking over her nipples, that she let out an involuntary gasp. Her eyes shot open, her body arching slightly against Arjun's lap, the sudden shock of his touch breaking through her frozen state.

 
“There we go,” Vikram muttered, his hands continuing their assault, kneading and massaging her breasts, brushing against her nipples with each movement.

 
Meera’s body began to heat, the unwanted sensation building inside her, her body responding against her will. She felt Arjun's hands move to her waist, pulling her down more firmly onto his lap, feeling the rugged ridge of his hard penis pressing against her. She tried to shift, but he held her in place, deepening the kiss as his other hand moved to her bare thigh, squeezing her skin.

 
Vikram handed the phone to Riya, who was in shock, watching everything unfold. He looked at her with a smirk. “Here, record this, Riya. We want you to see how your dear Bhabhi handles this. She needs to learn what real passion is.”

 
Riya's hands trembled as she took the phone. She didn't want to do it, but the fear of what they might do if she resisted kept her from speaking out. She reluctantly held the phone up, her face flushed with shame and helplessness.

 
Arjun tightened his hold on Meera, bringing her even closer, their lips still locked as if he wanted to devour her. Meera's body shivered, her movements slow and hesitant, but Vikram's hands kept pushing her, urging her to respond.

 
"Come on, Meera," Arjun whispered against her lips. "Let Riya see how much you want this."

 
Meera felt a tear slip down her cheek as she tried to respond, her lips moving against Arjun's with more intensity, though her heart wasn't in it. Vikram’s hands were relentless, stroking her bare skin, his rough palms sliding over her breasts, kneading them with the same intensity he wanted from her kiss.

 
Riya's eyes were glued to the screen, her heart pounding as she watched her Bhabhi being manhandled. The discomfort in her stomach was mixed with confusion, her body betraying her as she found herself unable to look away. She heard Vikram's mocking voice again.

 
"Look, Riya, this is what happens when people try to defy us. Your Bhabhi here is learning the hard way, just like you."

 
Meera tried to match the intensity they were demanding, her lips moving more urgently, her body starting to react to the constant stimulation. She hated herself for how her body responded, but she could do nothing. Arjun and Vikram were skilled at what they were doing, manipulating her reactions until the passion they demanded started to seep through her actions.

 
"That's it," Vikram said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now we're getting somewhere."

 
Riya's fingers tightened on the phone as she continued to record, her heart pounding in her ears. She could see the unwanted arousal in her bhabhi's face, the way her breathing quickened, the way her body started moving against Arjun's lap in response to his touch.