Yesterday, 02:40 PM
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Hours earlier, back at Ajay and Meera’s flat.
The movie playing in TV were long forgotten. Ajay and Navya sat facing each other on the sofa, the room dimly lit by a single lamp. Navya’s loose white kurta had shifted during their long conversation, her heavy breasts moving freely underneath, nipples faintly pressing against the thin fabric. She looked vulnerable yet strangely at peace now that she had decided to tell everything.
“I want you to know what I went through,” Navya said quietly. “Maybe it will help you understand the kind of people you’re fighting.”
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
“Ajmal was the worst. He treated me like his personal toy. He would call me into his cabin, make me remove my panties in front of him, then make me work like that — bending over files, serving him tea, all while I was bare underneath. Sometimes he would fuck me right there on his desk while people waited outsideor or when he is phone call with others.”
Her voice trembled slightly.
“Before Ajmal… it was Shankar. At first they were close. One night they both made me strip completely naked in the office. They put me in the back seat of the car and drove around the city like that. I was fully naked, sitting between them. They stopped at a roadside stall late at night for pani puri. I had to sit there completely naked in the car while they ate and fed me. The vendor may have seen me through the window… my breasts, my pussy, everything on display. Shankar mostly watched. He liked directing things more than participating.”
Navya looked at Ajay.
“Shankar is different. He’s not very good at actual sex — maybe he has some complex about it. He gets more pleasure from watching, from exposing women, putting them in humiliating or risky situations. He enjoys threesomes where another man takes the lead — usually Vikram or someone strong. He likes to suck on the girl’s nipples hard while she’s being fucked, or make her give him a blowjob at the same time. His real thrill is the power of making a woman strip and show herself.”
Ajay listened silently, his fists clenched. The images of Meera being around these men flashed in his mind.
fter a long pause, he cleared his throat.
“Let’s change the topic.”
Navya nodded, understanding.
Ajay asked, “How did you manage to secure that big travel deal with the finance company? The one that gave us such a long-term contract?”
Navya smiled faintly, shifting on the sofa. Her breasts jiggled softly under the kurta.
“There was an HR lady, around 35 years old. Very sharp and professional. I talked to her a few times on calls. She liked my energy. When we met, I dressed nicely… made her feel comfortable. She hinted that if we could meet her personally and offer something extra, she could swing the contract our way at a better rate than the lowest bidder. I offered her an additional 5% commission under the table. She agreed. That’s how we got the deal.”
After their long, heavy conversation, Navya stood up and stretched. Her heavy breasts pushed against the thin white kurta, nipples clearly outlined. She gave Ajay a small, tired smile.
“I’ll go take a bath now. Good night, Ajay.”
She disappeared into her room.
Ajay sat alone for a while, then opened his laptop. He accessed the spyware feed connected to Shankar’s system. He scrolled through files, checked recent activity, but found nothing new — no fresh documents, no suspicious transactions. It felt like hitting a brick wall.
Navya came back into the living room a little later. She had taken a long, relaxing bath. Her skin glowed, still slightly damp. She was wearing only the loose white kurta, nothing underneath. Her full breasts swayed freely with every step, the dark nipples pressing visibly against the fabric. The hem of the kurta barely reached mid-thigh. She didn’t care if Ajay saw her like this. He was her savior — she felt safe with him.
Ajay had already gone to his bedroom. Navya switched on the TV, kept the volume low, and lay down on the sofa. Within minutes, she drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Navya woke up to the sound of loud TV dialogue. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The kurta had ridden up, exposing her smooth thighs and the lower curve of her bare ass. She stood, stretched again, and walked toward the TV to switch it off.
That’s when she noticed Ajay’s laptop was still on.
The screen showed the live feed from Shankar’s office. Navya’s eyes widened.
On the feed, Meera was walking completely naked through the office corridor. She was trying to cover herself — one arm across her heavy breasts, the other hand pressed between her legs — but it was futile. Her round ass jiggled with every step, her breasts spilled out from the sides, and her smooth pussy was partially visible. Shankar walked behind her, fully dressed, watching her shamelessly.
Navya felt a surge of anger.
What the hell is she doing? Walking naked with her boss like that… while her husband is sitting here risking everything for her?
She quickly closed the live stream tab so Ajay wouldn’t accidentally see it if he woke up. She didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.
Navya stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then she walked toward Ajay’s bedroom. The door was slightly open. She peeked inside.
Ajay was sleeping on his back, wearing only his underwear. His body looked tense even in sleep.
Navya felt a strange warmth. She slowly pulled her white kurta over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was now completely naked. Her large, soft breasts hung free, nipples stiff in the cool air. Her smooth, shaved pussy was exposed. She stood there for a second, then quietly walked into the room.
She approached Ajay’s bed, her naked body glowing softly in the dim light coming from the living room.
Navya stood beside Ajay’s bed, completely naked. Her large, heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her dark nipples were already stiff. The smooth, shaved lips of her pussy glistened faintly in the dim light. She looked at the sleeping Ajay for a long moment, then slowly climbed onto the bed.She felt like she needed to do this much for him for what his wife is doing to him.
Ajay stirred as he felt warm, soft weight settle on his thighs. His eyes opened slowly. When he saw Navya sitting on him, fully naked, her full breasts hanging just above his chest, he froze in shock.
“Navya… what—”
She quickly placed a finger on his lips, silencing him gently. Her eyes were soft, full of gratitude and desire.
Without another word, she leaned forward and pulled his head into her chest. Ajay’s face sank between her warm, soft breasts. The scent of her skin, fresh from the bath, filled his senses. He breathed her in, his hands instinctively moving to her waist.
Navya held him there for a long moment, letting him feel the softness and weight of her breasts against his face. Then she slowly lay down beside him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Their naked bodies pressed together. Ajay hadn’t been with Meera in a long time. The hunger in him was intense.
Navya took control, gently pushing him onto his back. She straddled his upper thighs, her wet pussy hovering just above his hardening cock. She looked into his eyes with quiet confidence.
“Put your hands behind your head,” she whispered.
Ajay obeyed. Navya maintained deep eye contact as she started tracing her fingertips lightly from his collarbones, down the center of his chest, all the way to the tip of his now rock-hard cock. She brushed the sensitive head softly, then moved her fingers away toward his hip bones. She repeated this slow, teasing stroke four, five times. Each pass made Ajay’s cock twitch and leak precum.
She leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts skim across his belly and chest. Her hard nipples dragged over his skin. She kissed him softly at first, then deeper, opening her mouth and inviting his tongue. She controlled the kiss completely — light and teasing, then hungry and passionate, then pulling back again. While kissing him, she slowly moved one hand down his body until her fingers brushed his balls. She caressed them gently, then circled back up to hold his cheek.
“What do you want, baby?” she whispered against his lips.
Ajay’s voice was hoarse. “I want you… everything.”
Navya smiled and kissed him again. “Good boy.”
She started kissing down his body. She circled each of his nipples with soft kisses, then licked and sucked them gently. Ajay groaned. She continued lower, dragging her tongue in a wet line down his chest and belly, stopping just before his throbbing cock. She repeated the motion, each time slower, teasing him until he whimpered.
Finally, she lifted herself, asked him to spread his legs wider, and settled between them. She laid her head on his lower belly, her cheek resting right next to his hard cock.
“I love lying here like this,” she murmured. “I can’t wait to suck you… but I want to look at it first.”
She took his cock in both hands. One hand stroked him lightly, the other held him firmly at the base, feeling his hardness. She told him how much she loved seeing him like this — so hard and excited for her.
Navya leaned down and licked him from base to tip, making him slick and wet. She cupped his balls gently, massaging them while her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. She sucked on the ridge under the head, then took him deeper into her warm mouth. She held the base firmly so she could control the depth, sliding her lips up and down while her tongue worked him.
Ajay’s hips bucked. Navya looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and kept sucking, twisting her hand around the base, licking him like a popsicle — long, slow, and wet.
She could feel him getting close. She increased the pace, sucking harder, her breasts pressing against his thighs.
With a deep groan, Ajay came hard in her mouth. Navya swallowed every drop, milking him gently until he was spent.
She crawled back up and lay on top of him, their naked bodies pressed together. She kissed him softly, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
They stayed like that for a long time — breathing together, skin against skin, the weight of the world temporarily forgotten.
The movie playing in TV were long forgotten. Ajay and Navya sat facing each other on the sofa, the room dimly lit by a single lamp. Navya’s loose white kurta had shifted during their long conversation, her heavy breasts moving freely underneath, nipples faintly pressing against the thin fabric. She looked vulnerable yet strangely at peace now that she had decided to tell everything.
“I want you to know what I went through,” Navya said quietly. “Maybe it will help you understand the kind of people you’re fighting.”
She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling noticeably.
“Ajmal was the worst. He treated me like his personal toy. He would call me into his cabin, make me remove my panties in front of him, then make me work like that — bending over files, serving him tea, all while I was bare underneath. Sometimes he would fuck me right there on his desk while people waited outsideor or when he is phone call with others.”
Her voice trembled slightly.
“Before Ajmal… it was Shankar. At first they were close. One night they both made me strip completely naked in the office. They put me in the back seat of the car and drove around the city like that. I was fully naked, sitting between them. They stopped at a roadside stall late at night for pani puri. I had to sit there completely naked in the car while they ate and fed me. The vendor may have seen me through the window… my breasts, my pussy, everything on display. Shankar mostly watched. He liked directing things more than participating.”
Navya looked at Ajay.
“Shankar is different. He’s not very good at actual sex — maybe he has some complex about it. He gets more pleasure from watching, from exposing women, putting them in humiliating or risky situations. He enjoys threesomes where another man takes the lead — usually Vikram or someone strong. He likes to suck on the girl’s nipples hard while she’s being fucked, or make her give him a blowjob at the same time. His real thrill is the power of making a woman strip and show herself.”
Ajay listened silently, his fists clenched. The images of Meera being around these men flashed in his mind.
fter a long pause, he cleared his throat.
“Let’s change the topic.”
Navya nodded, understanding.
Ajay asked, “How did you manage to secure that big travel deal with the finance company? The one that gave us such a long-term contract?”
Navya smiled faintly, shifting on the sofa. Her breasts jiggled softly under the kurta.
“There was an HR lady, around 35 years old. Very sharp and professional. I talked to her a few times on calls. She liked my energy. When we met, I dressed nicely… made her feel comfortable. She hinted that if we could meet her personally and offer something extra, she could swing the contract our way at a better rate than the lowest bidder. I offered her an additional 5% commission under the table. She agreed. That’s how we got the deal.”
After their long, heavy conversation, Navya stood up and stretched. Her heavy breasts pushed against the thin white kurta, nipples clearly outlined. She gave Ajay a small, tired smile.
“I’ll go take a bath now. Good night, Ajay.”
She disappeared into her room.
Ajay sat alone for a while, then opened his laptop. He accessed the spyware feed connected to Shankar’s system. He scrolled through files, checked recent activity, but found nothing new — no fresh documents, no suspicious transactions. It felt like hitting a brick wall.
Navya came back into the living room a little later. She had taken a long, relaxing bath. Her skin glowed, still slightly damp. She was wearing only the loose white kurta, nothing underneath. Her full breasts swayed freely with every step, the dark nipples pressing visibly against the fabric. The hem of the kurta barely reached mid-thigh. She didn’t care if Ajay saw her like this. He was her savior — she felt safe with him.
Ajay had already gone to his bedroom. Navya switched on the TV, kept the volume low, and lay down on the sofa. Within minutes, she drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Navya woke up to the sound of loud TV dialogue. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The kurta had ridden up, exposing her smooth thighs and the lower curve of her bare ass. She stood, stretched again, and walked toward the TV to switch it off.
That’s when she noticed Ajay’s laptop was still on.
The screen showed the live feed from Shankar’s office. Navya’s eyes widened.
On the feed, Meera was walking completely naked through the office corridor. She was trying to cover herself — one arm across her heavy breasts, the other hand pressed between her legs — but it was futile. Her round ass jiggled with every step, her breasts spilled out from the sides, and her smooth pussy was partially visible. Shankar walked behind her, fully dressed, watching her shamelessly.
Navya felt a surge of anger.
What the hell is she doing? Walking naked with her boss like that… while her husband is sitting here risking everything for her?
She quickly closed the live stream tab so Ajay wouldn’t accidentally see it if he woke up. She didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.
Navya stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Then she walked toward Ajay’s bedroom. The door was slightly open. She peeked inside.
Ajay was sleeping on his back, wearing only his underwear. His body looked tense even in sleep.
Navya felt a strange warmth. She slowly pulled her white kurta over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was now completely naked. Her large, soft breasts hung free, nipples stiff in the cool air. Her smooth, shaved pussy was exposed. She stood there for a second, then quietly walked into the room.
She approached Ajay’s bed, her naked body glowing softly in the dim light coming from the living room.
Navya stood beside Ajay’s bed, completely naked. Her large, heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her dark nipples were already stiff. The smooth, shaved lips of her pussy glistened faintly in the dim light. She looked at the sleeping Ajay for a long moment, then slowly climbed onto the bed.She felt like she needed to do this much for him for what his wife is doing to him.
Ajay stirred as he felt warm, soft weight settle on his thighs. His eyes opened slowly. When he saw Navya sitting on him, fully naked, her full breasts hanging just above his chest, he froze in shock.
“Navya… what—”
She quickly placed a finger on his lips, silencing him gently. Her eyes were soft, full of gratitude and desire.
Without another word, she leaned forward and pulled his head into her chest. Ajay’s face sank between her warm, soft breasts. The scent of her skin, fresh from the bath, filled his senses. He breathed her in, his hands instinctively moving to her waist.
Navya held him there for a long moment, letting him feel the softness and weight of her breasts against his face. Then she slowly lay down beside him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Their naked bodies pressed together. Ajay hadn’t been with Meera in a long time. The hunger in him was intense.
Navya took control, gently pushing him onto his back. She straddled his upper thighs, her wet pussy hovering just above his hardening cock. She looked into his eyes with quiet confidence.
“Put your hands behind your head,” she whispered.
Ajay obeyed. Navya maintained deep eye contact as she started tracing her fingertips lightly from his collarbones, down the center of his chest, all the way to the tip of his now rock-hard cock. She brushed the sensitive head softly, then moved her fingers away toward his hip bones. She repeated this slow, teasing stroke four, five times. Each pass made Ajay’s cock twitch and leak precum.
She leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts skim across his belly and chest. Her hard nipples dragged over his skin. She kissed him softly at first, then deeper, opening her mouth and inviting his tongue. She controlled the kiss completely — light and teasing, then hungry and passionate, then pulling back again. While kissing him, she slowly moved one hand down his body until her fingers brushed his balls. She caressed them gently, then circled back up to hold his cheek.
“What do you want, baby?” she whispered against his lips.
Ajay’s voice was hoarse. “I want you… everything.”
Navya smiled and kissed him again. “Good boy.”
She started kissing down his body. She circled each of his nipples with soft kisses, then licked and sucked them gently. Ajay groaned. She continued lower, dragging her tongue in a wet line down his chest and belly, stopping just before his throbbing cock. She repeated the motion, each time slower, teasing him until he whimpered.
Finally, she lifted herself, asked him to spread his legs wider, and settled between them. She laid her head on his lower belly, her cheek resting right next to his hard cock.
“I love lying here like this,” she murmured. “I can’t wait to suck you… but I want to look at it first.”
She took his cock in both hands. One hand stroked him lightly, the other held him firmly at the base, feeling his hardness. She told him how much she loved seeing him like this — so hard and excited for her.
Navya leaned down and licked him from base to tip, making him slick and wet. She cupped his balls gently, massaging them while her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. She sucked on the ridge under the head, then took him deeper into her warm mouth. She held the base firmly so she could control the depth, sliding her lips up and down while her tongue worked him.
Ajay’s hips bucked. Navya looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and kept sucking, twisting her hand around the base, licking him like a popsicle — long, slow, and wet.
She could feel him getting close. She increased the pace, sucking harder, her breasts pressing against his thighs.
With a deep groan, Ajay came hard in her mouth. Navya swallowed every drop, milking him gently until he was spent.
She crawled back up and lay on top of him, their naked bodies pressed together. She kissed him softly, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
They stayed like that for a long time — breathing together, skin against skin, the weight of the world temporarily forgotten.
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