03-10-2025, 11:32 AM
Chapter 87: Final Ecstasy
Nivi stood in the bathroom, the steam rising from the hot water filling the air, her black babydoll lingerie damp and clinging to her skin, the black stockings slick against her thighs. The mirror fogged as she adjusted the robe, her heart racing from Raghavan's playful slap and mocking words. The suite's quiet hum faded, the clock nearing 1:00 PM, the 2 PM checkout a looming deadline. The door creaked open, and Raghavan stepped in, his casual shirt and jeans a contrast to the intimate space, his eyes dark with intent.
“Thought I'd join,” he said, his voice low, shutting the door behind him. He stepped closer, the steam curling around them, his hands reaching for her robe. “Let's finish what Vikram started. This is our last fuck of the trip.”
Nivi's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing. “Here? In the shower?” Her voice trembled, but the thrill of his command sparked through her.
He nodded, untying her robe, letting it fall to the tiled floor. “Right here. Every spot.” He guided her to the shower, the glass door sliding open, warm water cascading down. He shed his clothes quickly, his shirt hitting the floor, jeans following, his body lean and ready.
She stepped in, the water soaking the babydoll, the lace turning transparent, her breasts pressing against it, nipples hardening. Raghavan followed, his hands on her waist, pulling her under the spray. “This is for us,” he growled, his lips crashing into hers, the kiss wet and hungry. His tongue claimed her mouth, his hands roaming her wet body, peeling the babydoll up and off, leaving her in the stockings.
He pressed her against the glass wall, the cool surface a shock against her back, the water streaming down her front. “Vikram got you started,” he said, his voice rough, “but I'm finishing it.” He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, his dick hard and pressing against her pussy. With one thrust, he entered her, filling her completely, the water amplifying the slick heat.
Nivi moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, the glass fogging around them. “Oh, Raghavan… yes!” He fucked her hard, each thrust slamming her into the wall, the water splashing, her breasts bouncing with every move. His hands held her hips, guiding her, the stockings dripping as he pounded. “Take it, Nivi,” he grunted, his pace relentless, the bathroom echoing with their sounds.
She came fast, her pussy clenching around him, her body shaking. “I'm cumming!” she cried, the first orgasm hitting hard, her legs trembling as the water washed over her face. Raghavan didn't stop, his dick driving deeper, prolonging her pleasure until she gasped, spent against the glass.
He pulled out, turning her around, bending her over the sink's edge. The mirror reflected her wet body, the stockings clinging, her ass up as he entered her from behind. “Every spot,” he muttered, his hands on her hips, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. The new angle hit new spots, her moans louder, the water dripping from the shower onto the tiles.
“More,” she begged, her hands bracing on the sink, the cold porcelain a contrast to his heat. He obliged, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her, the sound wet and wild. His fingers found her clit, rubbing circles, pushing her toward another peak. “Cum again for me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Nivi's body obeyed, her second orgasm crashing over her, her pussy pulsing around his dick. “Oh god, yes!” she screamed, her legs buckling, the sink holding her up as the pleasure ripped through her. Raghavan groaned, holding her steady, his thrusts slowing as she recovered, the water still running in the background.
He lifted her, carrying her back to the shower, laying her on the tiled floor under the spray. “One more time,” he said, positioning himself between her legs, the stockings soaked and slipping. He entered her again, missionary now, his eyes locked on hers, the water pouring over them both. “This is our last, Nivi. After this trip, you take charge.”
She wrapped her legs around him, her hands on his back, pulling him deeper. “Tell me,” she gasped, her body rocking with his thrusts, the tiles slick beneath her.
He fucked her steadily, his voice low and firm. “Your beauty is your power. Back at the office, without me there, take control. Use it on the clients—keep them in your grip. But don't rush. Gossip will start, and the seniors might rival you. Let them rely on you instead.” His words mixed with his rhythm, each thrust punctuating his advice.
Nivi listened, her body responding, her pussy tight around him. “I will,” she moaned, her eyes grateful, taking his dick like a good girl, the pleasure and guidance blending. “Keep going… tell me more.” Her voice was eager, her hands urging him on.
He leaned down, his lips near her ear, his thrusts deepening. “Charm the clients first. Make them need you. The seniors will follow, jealous but dependent. Build your power slow—let it grow.” His dick hit her spot, her moans growing louder, the water splashing around them.
She nodded, her body trembling. “Yes… I'll do it. For you.” The third orgasm built, her pussy clenching, her breath ragged. “Cum with me,” she pleaded, her eyes locked on his.
Raghavan's pace quickened, his groans matching hers. “Together, Nivi. Take it all.” His dick swelled, and with a final thrust, they came together, her pussy spasming around him, his cum filling her as they cried out. “Fuck, yes!” she screamed, the pleasure overwhelming, her body shaking under the water.
He held her, their breaths syncing, the shower washing their release away. She looked up, her face soft with gratitude. “I'll do whatever you say. I'll be your everything—here, at work, everywhere.” Her voice was a promise, her submission complete, her body still humming from the climax.
They stayed under the water, the steam thick, the bathroom quiet except for the drip of the shower. The chapter ended there, their connection sealed in the wet, intimate space.
Nivi stood in the bathroom, the steam rising from the hot water filling the air, her black babydoll lingerie damp and clinging to her skin, the black stockings slick against her thighs. The mirror fogged as she adjusted the robe, her heart racing from Raghavan's playful slap and mocking words. The suite's quiet hum faded, the clock nearing 1:00 PM, the 2 PM checkout a looming deadline. The door creaked open, and Raghavan stepped in, his casual shirt and jeans a contrast to the intimate space, his eyes dark with intent.
“Thought I'd join,” he said, his voice low, shutting the door behind him. He stepped closer, the steam curling around them, his hands reaching for her robe. “Let's finish what Vikram started. This is our last fuck of the trip.”
Nivi's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing. “Here? In the shower?” Her voice trembled, but the thrill of his command sparked through her.
He nodded, untying her robe, letting it fall to the tiled floor. “Right here. Every spot.” He guided her to the shower, the glass door sliding open, warm water cascading down. He shed his clothes quickly, his shirt hitting the floor, jeans following, his body lean and ready.
She stepped in, the water soaking the babydoll, the lace turning transparent, her breasts pressing against it, nipples hardening. Raghavan followed, his hands on her waist, pulling her under the spray. “This is for us,” he growled, his lips crashing into hers, the kiss wet and hungry. His tongue claimed her mouth, his hands roaming her wet body, peeling the babydoll up and off, leaving her in the stockings.
He pressed her against the glass wall, the cool surface a shock against her back, the water streaming down her front. “Vikram got you started,” he said, his voice rough, “but I'm finishing it.” He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, his dick hard and pressing against her pussy. With one thrust, he entered her, filling her completely, the water amplifying the slick heat.
Nivi moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, the glass fogging around them. “Oh, Raghavan… yes!” He fucked her hard, each thrust slamming her into the wall, the water splashing, her breasts bouncing with every move. His hands held her hips, guiding her, the stockings dripping as he pounded. “Take it, Nivi,” he grunted, his pace relentless, the bathroom echoing with their sounds.
She came fast, her pussy clenching around him, her body shaking. “I'm cumming!” she cried, the first orgasm hitting hard, her legs trembling as the water washed over her face. Raghavan didn't stop, his dick driving deeper, prolonging her pleasure until she gasped, spent against the glass.
He pulled out, turning her around, bending her over the sink's edge. The mirror reflected her wet body, the stockings clinging, her ass up as he entered her from behind. “Every spot,” he muttered, his hands on her hips, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. The new angle hit new spots, her moans louder, the water dripping from the shower onto the tiles.
“More,” she begged, her hands bracing on the sink, the cold porcelain a contrast to his heat. He obliged, his pace quickening, his balls slapping against her, the sound wet and wild. His fingers found her clit, rubbing circles, pushing her toward another peak. “Cum again for me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Nivi's body obeyed, her second orgasm crashing over her, her pussy pulsing around his dick. “Oh god, yes!” she screamed, her legs buckling, the sink holding her up as the pleasure ripped through her. Raghavan groaned, holding her steady, his thrusts slowing as she recovered, the water still running in the background.
He lifted her, carrying her back to the shower, laying her on the tiled floor under the spray. “One more time,” he said, positioning himself between her legs, the stockings soaked and slipping. He entered her again, missionary now, his eyes locked on hers, the water pouring over them both. “This is our last, Nivi. After this trip, you take charge.”
She wrapped her legs around him, her hands on his back, pulling him deeper. “Tell me,” she gasped, her body rocking with his thrusts, the tiles slick beneath her.
He fucked her steadily, his voice low and firm. “Your beauty is your power. Back at the office, without me there, take control. Use it on the clients—keep them in your grip. But don't rush. Gossip will start, and the seniors might rival you. Let them rely on you instead.” His words mixed with his rhythm, each thrust punctuating his advice.
Nivi listened, her body responding, her pussy tight around him. “I will,” she moaned, her eyes grateful, taking his dick like a good girl, the pleasure and guidance blending. “Keep going… tell me more.” Her voice was eager, her hands urging him on.
He leaned down, his lips near her ear, his thrusts deepening. “Charm the clients first. Make them need you. The seniors will follow, jealous but dependent. Build your power slow—let it grow.” His dick hit her spot, her moans growing louder, the water splashing around them.
She nodded, her body trembling. “Yes… I'll do it. For you.” The third orgasm built, her pussy clenching, her breath ragged. “Cum with me,” she pleaded, her eyes locked on his.
Raghavan's pace quickened, his groans matching hers. “Together, Nivi. Take it all.” His dick swelled, and with a final thrust, they came together, her pussy spasming around him, his cum filling her as they cried out. “Fuck, yes!” she screamed, the pleasure overwhelming, her body shaking under the water.
He held her, their breaths syncing, the shower washing their release away. She looked up, her face soft with gratitude. “I'll do whatever you say. I'll be your everything—here, at work, everywhere.” Her voice was a promise, her submission complete, her body still humming from the climax.
They stayed under the water, the steam thick, the bathroom quiet except for the drip of the shower. The chapter ended there, their connection sealed in the wet, intimate space.
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