24-03-2025, 09:21 AM
Ruby sat on Arjun’s lap, her ghagra hiked up, her waxed legs warm against his pants, but a flicker of distance shadowed her eyes. She wasn’t on her knees yet, his cock wasn’t slamming her throat, her tongue wasn’t out lapping at his balls like it used to be when they’d tangle—back when he’d pin her down and leave her gasping, marked by his hands. He felt her stiffness, the way she held back, and smirked, reading her mind like an open page.
“Relax, Ruby,” he said, his voice low, teasing, his hand resting firm on her ass under the ghagra. “I’m not gonna mark you with my handprints before your wedding. Don’t want your groom spotting my work.” He squeezed lightly, then leaned back, curiosity sparking. “Who’s the guy, anyway?”
She shifted, her fingers tracing the edge of his shirt, a small smile breaking through. “Charlie. My junior—you know him. That time in the storeroom…” Her voice trailed, a blush creeping up her neck as she glanced away.
Arjun’s grin widened, memory clicking. “Charlie, huh? The kid who watched me fuck you senseless?” He chuckled, the scene flashing back—Ruby’s college storeroom, a cramped, dusty space reeking of old books and spilled beer from a party upstairs. It’d been late, the campus quiet, and Ruby had dragged him in, her skirt already up, panties shoved aside. He’d bent her over a stack of crates, her ass bare, her moans muffled against the wood as he pounded her from behind, his cock stretching her tight pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her nails scbangd the crates, splintered wood catching her skin as he gripped her hips, slamming into her, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust. She’d cum hard, her scream echoing in the tight space, her body shaking as he kept going, relentless, leaving her a trembling mess.
Charlie had stumbled in mid-act—skinny, wide-eyed, a junior who’d been fetching supplies for some event. The door creaked open, and there he was, frozen, watching Arjun rail Ruby, her legs spread, her pussy leaking onto the floor. Arjun hadn’t stopped—grinned at him, even, mid-thrust—while Ruby gasped, too lost to care. Charlie’s jaw dropped, his hands fumbling with a box, but he didn’t leave, just stood there, eyes locked on her bouncing tits, her fucked-out face. Arjun finished with a groan, pulling out to spill hot across her ass, the cum streaking her skin as Charlie gaped, then bolted when Ruby slumped forward, panting.
“How’d that work out?” Arjun asked now, his hand sliding up her back, curious but amused. “Kid didn’t strike me as the type to stick around.”
Ruby laughed softly, settling closer, her ass pressing into his lap. “He didn’t—at first. You left me there, used up like a sex doll, and he came back. Gave me aftercare—wiped me down with his shirt, got me water, even rubbed my shoulders. Said he couldn’t leave me like that.” Her tone softened, a mix of fondness and nostalgia.
Arjun’s fingers dipped lower, brushing her asshole through her panties under the ghagra, a playful smirk tugging his lips. “You wanted me to skip the aftercare, Ruby. Begged me to just fuck you and go, didn’t you?” He rubbed slow circles, feeling her tense, then relax. “How’s he in bed, then?”
She blushed deeper, shifting to meet his eyes, her voice polite but firm. “We haven’t done it yet. Everything’s after marriage—he agreed to wait.” She paused, then added, “He’s not like you.”
Arjun raised an eyebrow, his hand stilling on her ass, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “No kidding. Kid’s got patience I never had.” He pulled her closer for a moment, his lips brushing her forehead, then let her go, leaning back to watch the planes again. “Sounds like he’s good for you, though. Tell him I said congrats.”
Ruby nodded, lingering on his lap, Ruby lingered on Arjun’s lap, her ghagra rustling softly, the lounge’s glass wall framing the tarmac’s endless motion—planes gliding like sleek beasts under the Mumbai sun, their engines a distant growl. The air inside was cool, scented with leather and a faint whiff of jasmine from the diffuser humming in the corner. Her fingers toyed with his shirt collar, her breath warm against his neck, but that shy distance still clung to her—a quiet ache for the old fire they’d shared. She bit her lip, eyes darting to his, then away, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she gathered her nerve.
“Sir…” she started, voice barely above a whisper, her hands trembling slightly as they slid down his chest. “Do you… want to feel my crooked teeth on your dick again?” Her words hung there, fragile and bold, her gaze flickering up to meet his, wide with a mix of hope and bashfulness.
Arjun froze, his hand still resting on her ass under the ghagra, his grin fading into a flicker of hesitation. He was drained—Maya’s relentless fucking had left him raw, his cock still tingling from her pussy and mouth, his energy sapped to the bone. The thought of Ruby’s teeth, that jagged edge he’d once craved, stirred him, but his body groaned in protest. “Ruby,” he said, voice rough, leaning back, “I’m wrecked. Not sure I’ve got it in me right now.”
She pouted, her lips parting in a soft, pleading curve, and slid closer, her thighs pressing tighter against his hips. “Please, Master,” she murmured, the title slipping out like a velvet chain, her hands cupping his face as she leaned in. Her lips brushed his, tentative at first, then deeper, her tongue darting into his mouth with a slow, teasing flick—reminiscent of their wild nights. The taste of her hit him—sweet chai and a hint of mint, laced with the memory of her submission. “Remember that rooftop?” she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot, her crooked teeth grazing his lower lip. “Monsoon rain soaking us, me on my knees, your cock down my throat while lightning cracked? You said my tongue was a fucking snake—hissing, twisting. Don’t you miss it?”
The memory crashed over him—her drenched sari clinging to her curves, rain pelting the tin roof, her mouth working him as thunder rumbled. She’d gagged then, her tongue slithering like a serpent, those crooked teeth scbanging just enough to drive him wild. His cock twitched in his pants, a lazy stir despite his exhaustion, and he groaned, half-laughing. “You’re a menace, Ruby. Fine—blowjob only. I’m too fucked out for more, thanks to… work.” He didn’t mention Maya, but the smirk said enough.
Ruby’s eyes lit up, a submissive glow washing over her as she slid off his lap, sinking to her knees on the lounge’s plush rug. “Thank you, Master,” she breathed, her voice thick with reverence, her hands trembling as she unzipped his cement-colored pants. His cock sprang free, half-hard but heavy, still carrying the faint musk of Maya’s cum. She didn’t care—her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow, her nails painted crimson, glinting in the lounge’s soft light. “I’ll make it good for you,” she promised, her tongue flicking out, pink and eager, tracing the tip with a hiss that sent a shiver up his spine.
Arjun leaned back, arms spread along the chair, the glass wall cool against his shoulders as he watched her. The lounge was theirs—staff discreetly absent, the hum of planes a distant pulse. Ruby’s ghagra fanned out around her, the gold threads catching the light as she leaned in, her lips parting wide. She took him slow at first, her mouth hot and wet, her crooked teeth brushing the underside of his shaft—a jagged thrill that made him groan. Then her tongue went to work, slithering like a snake, hissing as it curled around him, flicking the sensitive ridge, darting down to lap at his balls while she sucked. “Fuck, Ruby,” he muttered, his head tipping back, the exhaustion melting into a hazy heat.
She grew bolder, submissive but fierce, her hands gripping his thighs as she deepthroated him. His cock hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in—a wet, choking sound that vibrated through him—her tongue still twisting, hissing, licking his balls even as she struggled. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back, her “Master” muffled around him, a desperate plea in every thrust of her head. He tangled a hand in her hair, not guiding, just feeling her surrender, the rhythm building as his hips twitched despite his drained state.
“Flip it,” he rasped after a while, voice rough with need. She obeyed instantly, scrambling to reverse—her back to his chest, her head tilting up as she knelt between his legs. Her ghagra rode up, her panties peeking out, but she yanked her blouse open, buttons popping, her full breasts spilling free, dark nipples stiff in the cool air. She took him again, reverse deepthroating, his cock sliding down her throat from this angle, her tongue still snaking wild as she gagged harder. He reached down, pinching her nipples—hard, twisting—her muffled yelp buzzing against him, her mascara streaking as happy tears spilled, black rivulets down her cheeks.
The lounge spun—the planes outside blurring, the jasmine scent mixing with her sweat and his musk. Her throat tightened, her gag a wet symphony, her boobs bouncing as she bobbed, his fingers relentless on her nipples. “Good girl,” he growled, the words tipping her over—her eyes fluttered, tears shining, a choked sob of joy as she pushed him deeper, her crooked teeth scbanging just right. He came with a shudder, not as hard as with Maya but sharp, a hot spurt down her throat, her tongue hissing as she swallowed, some dribbling past her lips to stain her chin.
She pulled back, gasping, her mascara a mess, her boobs heaving, nipples red from his pinches. She knelt there, submissive, radiant, her ghagra crumpled, her face glowing with those happy tears. “Master,” she whispered, voice hoarse, a smile breaking through as she wiped her chin. Arjun slumped, drained beyond measure, his cock softening as he caught his breath, the lounge quiet again save for her soft panting and the distant roar of a jet.
“Relax, Ruby,” he said, his voice low, teasing, his hand resting firm on her ass under the ghagra. “I’m not gonna mark you with my handprints before your wedding. Don’t want your groom spotting my work.” He squeezed lightly, then leaned back, curiosity sparking. “Who’s the guy, anyway?”
She shifted, her fingers tracing the edge of his shirt, a small smile breaking through. “Charlie. My junior—you know him. That time in the storeroom…” Her voice trailed, a blush creeping up her neck as she glanced away.
Arjun’s grin widened, memory clicking. “Charlie, huh? The kid who watched me fuck you senseless?” He chuckled, the scene flashing back—Ruby’s college storeroom, a cramped, dusty space reeking of old books and spilled beer from a party upstairs. It’d been late, the campus quiet, and Ruby had dragged him in, her skirt already up, panties shoved aside. He’d bent her over a stack of crates, her ass bare, her moans muffled against the wood as he pounded her from behind, his cock stretching her tight pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs. Her nails scbangd the crates, splintered wood catching her skin as he gripped her hips, slamming into her, his balls slapping her clit with each thrust. She’d cum hard, her scream echoing in the tight space, her body shaking as he kept going, relentless, leaving her a trembling mess.
Charlie had stumbled in mid-act—skinny, wide-eyed, a junior who’d been fetching supplies for some event. The door creaked open, and there he was, frozen, watching Arjun rail Ruby, her legs spread, her pussy leaking onto the floor. Arjun hadn’t stopped—grinned at him, even, mid-thrust—while Ruby gasped, too lost to care. Charlie’s jaw dropped, his hands fumbling with a box, but he didn’t leave, just stood there, eyes locked on her bouncing tits, her fucked-out face. Arjun finished with a groan, pulling out to spill hot across her ass, the cum streaking her skin as Charlie gaped, then bolted when Ruby slumped forward, panting.
“How’d that work out?” Arjun asked now, his hand sliding up her back, curious but amused. “Kid didn’t strike me as the type to stick around.”
Ruby laughed softly, settling closer, her ass pressing into his lap. “He didn’t—at first. You left me there, used up like a sex doll, and he came back. Gave me aftercare—wiped me down with his shirt, got me water, even rubbed my shoulders. Said he couldn’t leave me like that.” Her tone softened, a mix of fondness and nostalgia.
Arjun’s fingers dipped lower, brushing her asshole through her panties under the ghagra, a playful smirk tugging his lips. “You wanted me to skip the aftercare, Ruby. Begged me to just fuck you and go, didn’t you?” He rubbed slow circles, feeling her tense, then relax. “How’s he in bed, then?”
She blushed deeper, shifting to meet his eyes, her voice polite but firm. “We haven’t done it yet. Everything’s after marriage—he agreed to wait.” She paused, then added, “He’s not like you.”
Arjun raised an eyebrow, his hand stilling on her ass, a laugh rumbling in his chest. “No kidding. Kid’s got patience I never had.” He pulled her closer for a moment, his lips brushing her forehead, then let her go, leaning back to watch the planes again. “Sounds like he’s good for you, though. Tell him I said congrats.”
Ruby nodded, lingering on his lap, Ruby lingered on Arjun’s lap, her ghagra rustling softly, the lounge’s glass wall framing the tarmac’s endless motion—planes gliding like sleek beasts under the Mumbai sun, their engines a distant growl. The air inside was cool, scented with leather and a faint whiff of jasmine from the diffuser humming in the corner. Her fingers toyed with his shirt collar, her breath warm against his neck, but that shy distance still clung to her—a quiet ache for the old fire they’d shared. She bit her lip, eyes darting to his, then away, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she gathered her nerve.
“Sir…” she started, voice barely above a whisper, her hands trembling slightly as they slid down his chest. “Do you… want to feel my crooked teeth on your dick again?” Her words hung there, fragile and bold, her gaze flickering up to meet his, wide with a mix of hope and bashfulness.
Arjun froze, his hand still resting on her ass under the ghagra, his grin fading into a flicker of hesitation. He was drained—Maya’s relentless fucking had left him raw, his cock still tingling from her pussy and mouth, his energy sapped to the bone. The thought of Ruby’s teeth, that jagged edge he’d once craved, stirred him, but his body groaned in protest. “Ruby,” he said, voice rough, leaning back, “I’m wrecked. Not sure I’ve got it in me right now.”
She pouted, her lips parting in a soft, pleading curve, and slid closer, her thighs pressing tighter against his hips. “Please, Master,” she murmured, the title slipping out like a velvet chain, her hands cupping his face as she leaned in. Her lips brushed his, tentative at first, then deeper, her tongue darting into his mouth with a slow, teasing flick—reminiscent of their wild nights. The taste of her hit him—sweet chai and a hint of mint, laced with the memory of her submission. “Remember that rooftop?” she whispered against his mouth, her breath hot, her crooked teeth grazing his lower lip. “Monsoon rain soaking us, me on my knees, your cock down my throat while lightning cracked? You said my tongue was a fucking snake—hissing, twisting. Don’t you miss it?”
The memory crashed over him—her drenched sari clinging to her curves, rain pelting the tin roof, her mouth working him as thunder rumbled. She’d gagged then, her tongue slithering like a serpent, those crooked teeth scbanging just enough to drive him wild. His cock twitched in his pants, a lazy stir despite his exhaustion, and he groaned, half-laughing. “You’re a menace, Ruby. Fine—blowjob only. I’m too fucked out for more, thanks to… work.” He didn’t mention Maya, but the smirk said enough.
Ruby’s eyes lit up, a submissive glow washing over her as she slid off his lap, sinking to her knees on the lounge’s plush rug. “Thank you, Master,” she breathed, her voice thick with reverence, her hands trembling as she unzipped his cement-colored pants. His cock sprang free, half-hard but heavy, still carrying the faint musk of Maya’s cum. She didn’t care—her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow, her nails painted crimson, glinting in the lounge’s soft light. “I’ll make it good for you,” she promised, her tongue flicking out, pink and eager, tracing the tip with a hiss that sent a shiver up his spine.
Arjun leaned back, arms spread along the chair, the glass wall cool against his shoulders as he watched her. The lounge was theirs—staff discreetly absent, the hum of planes a distant pulse. Ruby’s ghagra fanned out around her, the gold threads catching the light as she leaned in, her lips parting wide. She took him slow at first, her mouth hot and wet, her crooked teeth brushing the underside of his shaft—a jagged thrill that made him groan. Then her tongue went to work, slithering like a snake, hissing as it curled around him, flicking the sensitive ridge, darting down to lap at his balls while she sucked. “Fuck, Ruby,” he muttered, his head tipping back, the exhaustion melting into a hazy heat.
She grew bolder, submissive but fierce, her hands gripping his thighs as she deepthroated him. His cock hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in—a wet, choking sound that vibrated through him—her tongue still twisting, hissing, licking his balls even as she struggled. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back, her “Master” muffled around him, a desperate plea in every thrust of her head. He tangled a hand in her hair, not guiding, just feeling her surrender, the rhythm building as his hips twitched despite his drained state.
“Flip it,” he rasped after a while, voice rough with need. She obeyed instantly, scrambling to reverse—her back to his chest, her head tilting up as she knelt between his legs. Her ghagra rode up, her panties peeking out, but she yanked her blouse open, buttons popping, her full breasts spilling free, dark nipples stiff in the cool air. She took him again, reverse deepthroating, his cock sliding down her throat from this angle, her tongue still snaking wild as she gagged harder. He reached down, pinching her nipples—hard, twisting—her muffled yelp buzzing against him, her mascara streaking as happy tears spilled, black rivulets down her cheeks.
The lounge spun—the planes outside blurring, the jasmine scent mixing with her sweat and his musk. Her throat tightened, her gag a wet symphony, her boobs bouncing as she bobbed, his fingers relentless on her nipples. “Good girl,” he growled, the words tipping her over—her eyes fluttered, tears shining, a choked sob of joy as she pushed him deeper, her crooked teeth scbanging just right. He came with a shudder, not as hard as with Maya but sharp, a hot spurt down her throat, her tongue hissing as she swallowed, some dribbling past her lips to stain her chin.
She pulled back, gasping, her mascara a mess, her boobs heaving, nipples red from his pinches. She knelt there, submissive, radiant, her ghagra crumpled, her face glowing with those happy tears. “Master,” she whispered, voice hoarse, a smile breaking through as she wiped her chin. Arjun slumped, drained beyond measure, his cock softening as he caught his breath, the lounge quiet again save for her soft panting and the distant roar of a jet.
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