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Priya (jijina) happily doing her job in bank. Within weeks she is fame as strict officer as same like her previous
banks. At 33 she carried herself with the quiet dignity of a woman raised in a conservative middle-class
family. Married for four years to Harish , a mild business man their life together was predictable—morning
prayers, simple home-cooked meals, and evenings spent watching serials on TELEVISION before. Now she is
in her sister Mrunal's home. Priya never wore anything revealing; her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of
traditional sarees in rich jewel tones—deep maroon Kanjeevaram silk on Mondays, emerald green chiffon on
Wednesdays, and today, a luxurious royal blue Banarasi with intricate gold zari work that shimmered under
the fluorescent office lights.
The saree hugged her 5'5" frame perfectly, accentuating her hourglass figure: full breasts modestly covered
by a matching blouse, a narrow waist that flared into rounded hips, and long, shapely legs hidden beneath
the pleats. Her long, jet-black hair was always pinned into a neat, professional bun adorned with a single
jasmine flower. Large, expressive doe eyes lined with kohl gave her an air of innocent authority, and her full
lips rarely curved into anything more than a polite smile. Colleagues whispered that she was "strict but fair,"
though her arrogance came from an unshakeable belief in rules and hierarchy. She spoke in clipped, precise
sentences, never raising her voice, yet her tone could cut like a blade.
Abhishek and Tony got bz in their respective business some days... After some days Abhishek
wanted huge
amount for his business and Real estate. He is now famous for Real Estate king. He thinks how ever I can take
loan from bank as already Mrunals sister Priya working there... So we can get easily by reference and
blackmailed by Mrunal... Anyhow she will deal her sister... He thinks.... Already one time few years ago she
rejected his loan... Now circumstance is different. He is well known for business man.
That Thursday afternoon changed everything.
Abhishek strode into the branch like he owned it. Thirty-five, tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in a
charcoal Armani suit, gold cufflinks glinting, he exuded the confidence of old money and new power. His real
estate empire was expanding aggressively, and he needed a ₹50 crore loan to acquire prime land in Gurgaon.
His file was thick, his connections deeper, but Priya—sitting at Counter No. 7—didn't care.
She reviewed the documents methodically, her manicured nails tapping the pages. Discrepancies appeared
immediately: inflated project valuations, missing environmental clearances, questionable collateral. She
looked up at him with cool detachment. "Mr. Abhishek sharma your application has serious compliance
issues. I cannot process this. Rejected." as she trying She stamped DENIED in red ink with deliberate force
then Abhishek warn her don't reject my file.... Upto now nobody dare that... But she stamped in red coloured
AS"REJECTED" slid the file back across the COUNTER And told him I won't approve... How Dare you to
thretend me I won't fear for your thretens " just get out of my office" and returned to her computer without
another word.
Abhishek's jaw tightened. Rejection was foreign to him. Women usually melted under his gaze; men
deferred. This saree-clad officer had dismissed him like an errant collegeboy. Rage simmered, then
crystallized into something darker. He thinks he would not ruin her career—that was too easy, too traceable.
No, he would ruin her modesty, her self-control, her very sense of self. He would make her body betray her
mind until she was nothing but a quivering, needy thing.Already her sister's life is in her hand... Now he
changes plan first he thinks If she rejects then he can use Mrunal,, but after Meet Priya(jijina) he himself made
other plan to destroy Priya.
He thought a plan.
Through discreet inquiries (and a generous "consulting fee" to a disgruntled ex-employee), he learned about
Riya Mehra and Sneha Kapoor—two junior officers in the same branch. Both in their early thirties, both openly
lesbian in the bank's underground gossip circles, both resentful of Priya's constant nitpicking and superior
attitude.
Riya was tall and athletic, short-cropped hair dyed auburn, toned arms from gym sessions, a predatory smile.
Sneha was softer, curvier, with waist-length wavy hair, full lips, and a playful yet cruel streak. They had
fantasized about "taming" their strict senior for weeks.
Abhishek met them at a dimly lit lounge in Hauz Khas Village two evenings later. He placed a thick envelope
on the table—₹15 lakhs in cash to each, with promises of more. "I want her broken sexually," he said flatly.
"Humiliate her. Focus on that navel of hers—I've seen how her saree rides up sometimes. Make it erotic, make
her lose control. Record every second on your phone. Send me the footage. Do this, and your careers get a
permanent boost."
Riya's eyes gleamed. Sneha licked her lips slowly. "We've wanted her for so long," Sneha murmured. "That shy
act... we'll peel it away layer by layer."
The plan unfolded the following Friday, when the branch closed early for a regional audit. Priya
volunteered to stay late, finalizing reports in her favorite blue saree. The last staff left by 7 PM. Riya and
Sneha lingered, pretending to organize files. At 7:45, they locked the main doors and dimmed the lights in
the back conference room.
Priya was bent over her desk in the semi-private cabin when they entered. "Ma'am," Riya said sweetly, "we
found some discrepancies in yesterday's ledger. Can we discuss privately?"
Priya sighed, standing. "Fine. Make it quick." She followed them into the conference room, unaware of the
trap.
The door clicked shut. Sneha flipped the lock. Riya moved behind Priya, blocking the exit. "What's this
about?" Priya demanded, voice sharp.
Sneha stepped close, fingers brushing Priya's saree pallu. "It's about respect, ma'am. You've been so...
arrogant." Before Priya could react, Riya grabbed her wrists from behind, gentle but iron-strong. Sneha pulled
the pallu free; it cascaded down like blue silk water, exposing Priya's sleeveless blouse and the soft, fair
expanse of her midriff.
Priya struggled. "Stop this! This is assault! I'll report—"
Riya pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh. Abhishek says hello." Priya froze, eyes widening in horror.
Sneha pulled out her phone, hit record. The tiny red light blinked. "Smile for the camera, ma'am."
They worked slowly, savoring every moment of her unraveling. Sneha unpinned the saree fold by fold, letting
the heavy silk pool at Priya's feet. Now in petticoat and blouse, Priya trembled, arms pinned, cheeks flaming.
Riya unhooked the blouse with deliberate slowness, freeing Priya's full, lace-cupped breasts. The bra was
simple white cotton—modest, like everything about her. Riya snapped the clasp; breasts spilled out, nipples
already pebbled from the cool air and unwanted arousal.
"Look at these," Riya purred, cupping them, thumbs circling the dark areolas. Priya whimpered, head turning
away in shame.
Sneha knelt, eye level with Priya's navel. It was perfect—deep, oval, framed by a smooth, slightly concave
.
abdomen that rose and fell with panicked breaths. A tiny gold belly chain glinted there, a secret Priya wore
only for herself. Sneha traced it with one finger. "So innocent... yet so inviting."
Her tongue flicked out, wetting the rim. Priya gasped, body jerking. Sneha's mouth closed over the navel fully
—sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue plunging inside, swirling in slow, wet circles. The sensation was
obscene, intimate, unlike anything Priya had ever felt. Her husband had never paid attention there; sex was
quick, lights-off, missionary.
But This was worship, violation, ecstasy.
Priya's knees buckled. "No... please... ahh!" A moan escaped. Sneha bit the soft flesh around the navel,
leaving faint red marks, then soothed with long licks. Riya pinched Priya's nipples in rhythm, twisting just
enough to send jolts straight to her core.
They stripped her completely. Petticoat untied, panties slid down toned thighs. Priya stood naked except for
her mangalsutra and bangles, body glistening with a sheen of sweat. They both lifted her and make laid her
on the long conference table, legs spread, arms stretched above her head. Sneha resumed navel worship—
sucking, nibbling, blowing cool air over the wet skin—while Riya straddled Priya's waist, grinding slowly, her
own wetness coating Priya's belly.
The phone captured it all: close-ups of Sneha's tongue delving deep into the navel, Priya's hips bucking
involuntarily, tears of shame mixing with pleasure on her cheeks.
They took turns. Riya took the navel next—more aggressive, teeth grazing, fingers pressing around it to make it pop out further.
And both Big boobs 34 C using like stress balls.. Her sensitive nipples and black areola so hot. Sneha moved
between Priya's thighs, parting the slick folds, tongue flicking the swollen clit. Priya cried out, back arching. "I
can't... oh god... stop..." stop... Ohhhh.... Godddddd......
But her body betrayed her. Orgasm crashed through her—first one, violent and squirting, soaking Sneha's
chin. Then another, and another, as they switched, using fingers, tongues, even a smooth glass paperweight
from the table as an improvised toy, sliding it in while continuing the navel assault.
Hours blurred.
Sneha with strong hands lifter her from back side and folded her legs by spreading then Riya with her strong
toung licking her cunt juices already flowing but she again and again sucking and eating Priya pussy..
Poor Priya felt inside why I rejected his loan ".. And cries iam cominggggg. Commmingggg..... Slowwwllyyyyy.... Pllsssss for god sake wee.... I will do aproveeeeeeeee..... Plssssss... Riya some times bites her labia..... Ohhhhhh.... Noiiiiiioooooo... Margayiiiiuuuu....... Continuously moaning....
3rd organism subsided and released her lava.... in Riya mouth...
But they given only 2 minutes her.... And again started Riya two fingers with wild finger fucking giving..
They scissored against her, breasts rubbing, clits grinding on Priya's thigh. Sneha straddled her f
face, lowering until Priya's hesitant tongue tasted her. Priya licked tentatively at first, then with growing
hunger, lost in the haze. Riya filmed close-ups: Priya's tongue buried, her own navel being fingered while she
came again.Now they both took one big vibrator from handbag. And Riya kept near pussy and on that
vibrator..... Priya moans heavily..... Ohhhhhh ggodsake..... leave meeeeee....... Noooooo..... I can't
takeeeeeee.... Her moans and cries each clearly recording..... And they removed vibrator. And Sneha caught
her hands and folded her legs so that easily her pussy raised.. Now Riya knelt between Priya thighs and
stared licking her pussy.... Ohhhhhh...... Noooooo...... Cried poor Priya.. She didn't get this oral pleasure in her
entire life..Ohhhh..... Godddddd..... . make her thighs spread more wide.... Already dripping her pussy leaking
wet sheets laid on table... She enter one finger easily went so she added other.... Finger fucking her rough
deliberately.... Priya eyes rolls on... Already she is getting 4th organism..... But they both are changes places and
doing her hot sex assault... Finally after 5th organism... They release her...
By midnight, Priya was a wreck—body marked from relentless sucking, thighs trembling, voice hoarse from
moaning. Priya laid on nude and sobbing and breathing difficulty... They dressed her haphazardly, saree
wrinkled, blouse misbuttoned.
Riya sent the 45-minute video to Abhishek. He watched in his penthouse, stroking himself to the sight of the once-arrogant officer reduced to a moaning, begging slut.
Monday morning, Priya returned—saree pristine, bun perfect, face composed. But when Riya or Sneha passed, their eyes met, and Priya's cheeks flushed. She approved Abhishek's loan that week, signature shaky.
Her modesty was gone. In its place: a secret, burning hunger she could never confess. And Abhishek? He kept the video as insurance... and perhaps, for future viewings.
One week later in midnight while she going sleep after some work in her bedroom, her mobile blinked....
She opened a message came " I am your new master...be ready for new sex adventure in following adress
after your bank hours finished" just in black lacy bra and no panty... In black saree... "
" If u obey or not my orders.... "
She trembling her body and by shaking her hands typed " yes".
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banks. At 33 she carried herself with the quiet dignity of a woman raised in a conservative middle-class
family. Married for four years to Harish , a mild business man their life together was predictable—morning
prayers, simple home-cooked meals, and evenings spent watching serials on TELEVISION before. Now she is
in her sister Mrunal's home. Priya never wore anything revealing; her wardrobe consisted almost entirely of
traditional sarees in rich jewel tones—deep maroon Kanjeevaram silk on Mondays, emerald green chiffon on
Wednesdays, and today, a luxurious royal blue Banarasi with intricate gold zari work that shimmered under
the fluorescent office lights.
The saree hugged her 5'5" frame perfectly, accentuating her hourglass figure: full breasts modestly covered
by a matching blouse, a narrow waist that flared into rounded hips, and long, shapely legs hidden beneath
the pleats. Her long, jet-black hair was always pinned into a neat, professional bun adorned with a single
jasmine flower. Large, expressive doe eyes lined with kohl gave her an air of innocent authority, and her full
lips rarely curved into anything more than a polite smile. Colleagues whispered that she was "strict but fair,"
though her arrogance came from an unshakeable belief in rules and hierarchy. She spoke in clipped, precise
sentences, never raising her voice, yet her tone could cut like a blade.
Abhishek and Tony got bz in their respective business some days... After some days Abhishek
wanted huge
amount for his business and Real estate. He is now famous for Real Estate king. He thinks how ever I can take
loan from bank as already Mrunals sister Priya working there... So we can get easily by reference and
blackmailed by Mrunal... Anyhow she will deal her sister... He thinks.... Already one time few years ago she
rejected his loan... Now circumstance is different. He is well known for business man.
That Thursday afternoon changed everything.
Abhishek strode into the branch like he owned it. Thirty-five, tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in a
charcoal Armani suit, gold cufflinks glinting, he exuded the confidence of old money and new power. His real
estate empire was expanding aggressively, and he needed a ₹50 crore loan to acquire prime land in Gurgaon.
His file was thick, his connections deeper, but Priya—sitting at Counter No. 7—didn't care.
She reviewed the documents methodically, her manicured nails tapping the pages. Discrepancies appeared
immediately: inflated project valuations, missing environmental clearances, questionable collateral. She
looked up at him with cool detachment. "Mr. Abhishek sharma your application has serious compliance
issues. I cannot process this. Rejected." as she trying She stamped DENIED in red ink with deliberate force
then Abhishek warn her don't reject my file.... Upto now nobody dare that... But she stamped in red coloured
AS"REJECTED" slid the file back across the COUNTER And told him I won't approve... How Dare you to
thretend me I won't fear for your thretens " just get out of my office" and returned to her computer without
another word.
Abhishek's jaw tightened. Rejection was foreign to him. Women usually melted under his gaze; men
deferred. This saree-clad officer had dismissed him like an errant collegeboy. Rage simmered, then
crystallized into something darker. He thinks he would not ruin her career—that was too easy, too traceable.
No, he would ruin her modesty, her self-control, her very sense of self. He would make her body betray her
mind until she was nothing but a quivering, needy thing.Already her sister's life is in her hand... Now he
changes plan first he thinks If she rejects then he can use Mrunal,, but after Meet Priya(jijina) he himself made
other plan to destroy Priya.
He thought a plan.
Through discreet inquiries (and a generous "consulting fee" to a disgruntled ex-employee), he learned about
Riya Mehra and Sneha Kapoor—two junior officers in the same branch. Both in their early thirties, both openly
lesbian in the bank's underground gossip circles, both resentful of Priya's constant nitpicking and superior
attitude.
Riya was tall and athletic, short-cropped hair dyed auburn, toned arms from gym sessions, a predatory smile.
Sneha was softer, curvier, with waist-length wavy hair, full lips, and a playful yet cruel streak. They had
fantasized about "taming" their strict senior for weeks.
Abhishek met them at a dimly lit lounge in Hauz Khas Village two evenings later. He placed a thick envelope
on the table—₹15 lakhs in cash to each, with promises of more. "I want her broken sexually," he said flatly.
"Humiliate her. Focus on that navel of hers—I've seen how her saree rides up sometimes. Make it erotic, make
her lose control. Record every second on your phone. Send me the footage. Do this, and your careers get a
permanent boost."
Riya's eyes gleamed. Sneha licked her lips slowly. "We've wanted her for so long," Sneha murmured. "That shy
act... we'll peel it away layer by layer."
The plan unfolded the following Friday, when the branch closed early for a regional audit. Priya
volunteered to stay late, finalizing reports in her favorite blue saree. The last staff left by 7 PM. Riya and
Sneha lingered, pretending to organize files. At 7:45, they locked the main doors and dimmed the lights in
the back conference room.
Priya was bent over her desk in the semi-private cabin when they entered. "Ma'am," Riya said sweetly, "we
found some discrepancies in yesterday's ledger. Can we discuss privately?"
Priya sighed, standing. "Fine. Make it quick." She followed them into the conference room, unaware of the
trap.
The door clicked shut. Sneha flipped the lock. Riya moved behind Priya, blocking the exit. "What's this
about?" Priya demanded, voice sharp.
Sneha stepped close, fingers brushing Priya's saree pallu. "It's about respect, ma'am. You've been so...
arrogant." Before Priya could react, Riya grabbed her wrists from behind, gentle but iron-strong. Sneha pulled
the pallu free; it cascaded down like blue silk water, exposing Priya's sleeveless blouse and the soft, fair
expanse of her midriff.
Priya struggled. "Stop this! This is assault! I'll report—"
Riya pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh. Abhishek says hello." Priya froze, eyes widening in horror.
Sneha pulled out her phone, hit record. The tiny red light blinked. "Smile for the camera, ma'am."
They worked slowly, savoring every moment of her unraveling. Sneha unpinned the saree fold by fold, letting
the heavy silk pool at Priya's feet. Now in petticoat and blouse, Priya trembled, arms pinned, cheeks flaming.
Riya unhooked the blouse with deliberate slowness, freeing Priya's full, lace-cupped breasts. The bra was
simple white cotton—modest, like everything about her. Riya snapped the clasp; breasts spilled out, nipples
already pebbled from the cool air and unwanted arousal.
"Look at these," Riya purred, cupping them, thumbs circling the dark areolas. Priya whimpered, head turning
away in shame.
Sneha knelt, eye level with Priya's navel. It was perfect—deep, oval, framed by a smooth, slightly concave
.
abdomen that rose and fell with panicked breaths. A tiny gold belly chain glinted there, a secret Priya wore
only for herself. Sneha traced it with one finger. "So innocent... yet so inviting."
Her tongue flicked out, wetting the rim. Priya gasped, body jerking. Sneha's mouth closed over the navel fully
—sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue plunging inside, swirling in slow, wet circles. The sensation was
obscene, intimate, unlike anything Priya had ever felt. Her husband had never paid attention there; sex was
quick, lights-off, missionary.
But This was worship, violation, ecstasy.
Priya's knees buckled. "No... please... ahh!" A moan escaped. Sneha bit the soft flesh around the navel,
leaving faint red marks, then soothed with long licks. Riya pinched Priya's nipples in rhythm, twisting just
enough to send jolts straight to her core.
They stripped her completely. Petticoat untied, panties slid down toned thighs. Priya stood naked except for
her mangalsutra and bangles, body glistening with a sheen of sweat. They both lifted her and make laid her
on the long conference table, legs spread, arms stretched above her head. Sneha resumed navel worship—
sucking, nibbling, blowing cool air over the wet skin—while Riya straddled Priya's waist, grinding slowly, her
own wetness coating Priya's belly.
The phone captured it all: close-ups of Sneha's tongue delving deep into the navel, Priya's hips bucking
involuntarily, tears of shame mixing with pleasure on her cheeks.
They took turns. Riya took the navel next—more aggressive, teeth grazing, fingers pressing around it to make it pop out further.
And both Big boobs 34 C using like stress balls.. Her sensitive nipples and black areola so hot. Sneha moved
between Priya's thighs, parting the slick folds, tongue flicking the swollen clit. Priya cried out, back arching. "I
can't... oh god... stop..." stop... Ohhhh.... Godddddd......
But her body betrayed her. Orgasm crashed through her—first one, violent and squirting, soaking Sneha's
chin. Then another, and another, as they switched, using fingers, tongues, even a smooth glass paperweight
from the table as an improvised toy, sliding it in while continuing the navel assault.
Hours blurred.
Sneha with strong hands lifter her from back side and folded her legs by spreading then Riya with her strong
toung licking her cunt juices already flowing but she again and again sucking and eating Priya pussy..
Poor Priya felt inside why I rejected his loan ".. And cries iam cominggggg. Commmingggg..... Slowwwllyyyyy.... Pllsssss for god sake wee.... I will do aproveeeeeeeee..... Plssssss... Riya some times bites her labia..... Ohhhhhh.... Noiiiiiioooooo... Margayiiiiuuuu....... Continuously moaning....
3rd organism subsided and released her lava.... in Riya mouth...
But they given only 2 minutes her.... And again started Riya two fingers with wild finger fucking giving..
They scissored against her, breasts rubbing, clits grinding on Priya's thigh. Sneha straddled her f
face, lowering until Priya's hesitant tongue tasted her. Priya licked tentatively at first, then with growing
hunger, lost in the haze. Riya filmed close-ups: Priya's tongue buried, her own navel being fingered while she
came again.Now they both took one big vibrator from handbag. And Riya kept near pussy and on that
vibrator..... Priya moans heavily..... Ohhhhhh ggodsake..... leave meeeeee....... Noooooo..... I can't
takeeeeeee.... Her moans and cries each clearly recording..... And they removed vibrator. And Sneha caught
her hands and folded her legs so that easily her pussy raised.. Now Riya knelt between Priya thighs and
stared licking her pussy.... Ohhhhhh...... Noooooo...... Cried poor Priya.. She didn't get this oral pleasure in her
entire life..Ohhhh..... Godddddd..... . make her thighs spread more wide.... Already dripping her pussy leaking
wet sheets laid on table... She enter one finger easily went so she added other.... Finger fucking her rough
deliberately.... Priya eyes rolls on... Already she is getting 4th organism..... But they both are changes places and
doing her hot sex assault... Finally after 5th organism... They release her...
By midnight, Priya was a wreck—body marked from relentless sucking, thighs trembling, voice hoarse from
moaning. Priya laid on nude and sobbing and breathing difficulty... They dressed her haphazardly, saree
wrinkled, blouse misbuttoned.
Riya sent the 45-minute video to Abhishek. He watched in his penthouse, stroking himself to the sight of the once-arrogant officer reduced to a moaning, begging slut.
Monday morning, Priya returned—saree pristine, bun perfect, face composed. But when Riya or Sneha passed, their eyes met, and Priya's cheeks flushed. She approved Abhishek's loan that week, signature shaky.
Her modesty was gone. In its place: a secret, burning hunger she could never confess. And Abhishek? He kept the video as insurance... and perhaps, for future viewings.
One week later in midnight while she going sleep after some work in her bedroom, her mobile blinked....
She opened a message came " I am your new master...be ready for new sex adventure in following adress
after your bank hours finished" just in black lacy bra and no panty... In black saree... "
" If u obey or not my orders.... "
She trembling her body and by shaking her hands typed " yes".
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