Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Vikram could not wait any longer.
While Meera’s lips were still stretched around Shankar’s thick cock, Vikram stepped right beside her. His heavy, fully hard cock bobbed only inches from her face.
Meera reached out without stopping and wrapped her soft fingers around Vikram’s shaft.

It felt hotter, thicker at the base.
She looked up into his eyes for a brief second.
A cold shiver ran through her.
Vikram is not like Shankar… he is dangerous… he is the one who can destroy everything…
She quickly closed her eyes.

In her mind she replaced the cock in her hand with Ajay’s.
A small, almost peaceful smile curved her lips.
Then she pulled off Shankar with a wet sound and turned her head, taking Vikram’s swollen cockhead into her warm mouth instead.

Shankar groaned in frustration, still throbbing, still only seconds from orgasm.
But Meera’s left hand never left him. She continued stroking his slick shaft slowly, keeping him on the edge while her mouth worked on his elder brother.
Vikram’s voice came low and filthy above her.
“Look at you… the perfect little birthday slut.
One cock in your mouth, another in your hand.
You were born for this, weren’t you, Meera?
Born to kneel naked and service both brothers at once.”

Meera moaned around his cock, the vibration making Vikram hiss in pleasure.

Meera settled into a filthy, deliberate rhythm.
She would take Vikram all the way to the back of her throat, hold him there, swallow around him, then pull off with a trail of spit and immediately turn to Shankar, swallowing him instead while her free hand stroked the cock she had just left.
Back and forth.

Mouth on one, hand on the other.
Never letting either of them cool down.
Vikram kept talking, his voice rough with lust.

That’s it… suck your big boss’s cock like the hungry whore you are.
Look how easily you switch.
One second you’re choking on my brother’s dick, the next you’re trying to swallow mine."

She hollowed her cheeks harder on Vikram, then switched again, taking Shankar deep while her saliva-coated hand twisted around Vikram’s shaft.
Shankar’s hips jerked.
“Fuck… Meera… don’t stop…”
Vikram laughed darkly.
“Hear that? My little brother is already begging.
Keep both of us hard, slut.
Show us how a real birthday girl thanks her bosses.”

She sucked Vikram with long, wet strokes, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her swaying breasts and the emerald pendant.
Then she turned and gave Shankar the same treatment, moaning louder around him, her tongue working overtime under the sensitive head.
Her hands never stopped.
One always stroked the cock that was not in her mouth.

Sometimes she pressed both cocks together and licked up the joined shafts, tasting both men at once.
Vikram’s filthy commentary grew even dirtier.

I bet your husband never gets this.
I bet you never get on your knees and worship his dick the way you’re worshipping ours right now.
Keep sucking… take it deeper… I want to feel your throat squeeze me when I come

Meera whimpered, eyes still tightly shut, imagining Ajay, even as her body responded to the raw dominance in Vikram’s voice.
She switched once more, burying her face against Shankar’s pelvis, taking him to the root while her fist pumped Vikram fast and tight.

Vikram’s patience finally snapped.
“Enough teasing with just your mouth, birthday slut.

Time to use everything.”
He pulled Shankar's cock from Meera’s lips with a wet sound and nodded at Shankar.

“Switch. You eat that dripping pussy. Let her suck me properly.”
Shankar didn’t need to be told twice.

He dropped to the terrace floor, gripped Meera’s soft thighs, and pulled her forward until she was straddling his face.

In one smooth motion he buried his mouth against her clean-shaven, soaked pussy.
Meera gasped loudly as Shankar’s hot tongue dragged from her entrance all the way up to her swollen clit.

He licked her with long, hungry strokes, then sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked.
Her knees almost gave out.

At the same time Vikram stepped in front of her, thick cock glistening with her earlier spit, and gripped her hair.
“Open.”
Meera opened her mouth and took him deep in one thrust.

The head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat while Shankar’s tongue pushed inside her pussy.
The give-and-take position locked her between them perfectly.

Every time she bobbed forward to swallow more of Vikram, her hips pressed harder onto Shankar’s mouth.

Every time Shankar sucked her clit harder, she moaned around Vikram’s cock, the vibrations making him groan.
Vikram looked down at the scene and spoke to his brother in a low, filthy voice.
“Look at her, Shankar… look how those heavy tits are hanging and swinging while she chokes on me.

Her nipples are so hard they’re almost purple.

And that pussy you’re eating is flooding your face.

She’s dripping down your chin, brother.

Our perfect little office whore.”

Meera’s eyes watered as Vikram pushed deeper, holding her head in place for a few seconds so she had to take the full length.

When he finally let her pull back, thick strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his cock.
She barely had time to breathe before he thrust back in.
Below her, Shankar was relentless.

His tongue circled her clit, then dipped inside her, then flattened and licked her entire slit in slow, deliberate strokes.

Two of his fingers slid into her wet heat and curled upward, finding the spot that made her thighs tremble.
Meera’s moans grew louder, muffled by the thick cock filling her mouth.
Vikram kept talking, eyes locked on every detail of her body.
“Feel how soft her thighs are against your ears, Shankar.

Feel how her ass keeps clenching every time you suck that little clit.

She’s going to come on your face while she has my cock buried in her throat.

That’s how a real birthday girl celebrates.”
Meera’s mind was splitting in two.

Part of her was still counting minutes, still aware that the raid was happening, still forcing herself to keep them distracted.

The other part was drowning in sensation — the dual assault of a skilled tongue on her pussy and a dominant cock using her mouth.
She sucked Vikram harder, hollowing her cheeks, while her hips began to rock against Shankar’s face, chasing more pressure.
Vikram’s grip in her hair tightened.
“That’s it… use that tongue under the head while you take me deep.

Look at those tits bouncing.

I want to see them covered in spit and cum before this night is over.

You’re doing so well, Meera.

Keeping both your bosses happy with that greedy mouth and that dripping cunt.”
Shankar’s fingers pumped faster.

His tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.

Meera’s body started to shake.
She pulled off Vikram’s cock just long enough to cry out, then immediately swallowed him again as the first orgasm crashed through her.

Her pussy clenched hard around Shankar’s fingers, juices flooding his mouth and chin while she moaned helplessly around the thick shaft in her throat.
Vikram watched it all with dark satisfaction, still thrusting steadily between her lips.

Vikram pulled out of Meera’s mouth with a wet pop and looked down at her flushed, spit-smeared face.
“Switch again.


Vikram pulled his cock from Meera’s mouth with a wet pop and looked down at her flushed, spit-shiny face.“New position, birthday slut.

I want to feel that tight pussy while you keep that pretty mouth busy.”


He lay back on the wide outdoor daybed that sat at the edge of the terrace.

His thick cock stood straight up, still glistening from her saliva.
“Sit on it. Reverse.
Face my brother and suck him while you ride me.”
Meera’s heart was pounding, both from the orgasm she had just had and from the constant awareness of time.

She climbed onto the daybed, straddled Vikram’s hips facing away from him, and reached back to position his cock at her entrance.
She sank down slowly.

The thick head stretched her open, then the full length pushed deeper until she was completely seated, her soft ass resting against his pelvis.

A long moan escaped her lips.
Shankar stepped in front of her, cock still rock-hard and wet from earlier.

Meera leaned forward, took him into her mouth again, and began to rock her hips.
The BJ Rider position locked everything into place.

Every time she lifted and dropped on Vikram’s cock, her mouth naturally bobbed on Shankar.

Every time she took Shankar deeper into her throat, her pussy clenched around Vikram.
Vikram gripped her waist with both hands and started thrusting upward to meet her movements.

Meera’s breasts hung heavily, swaying and bouncing with every ride.

The emerald pendant swung wildly between her thighs, tapping against Vikram’s skin.
She sucked Shankar with wet, hungry sounds, spit running down his shaft and dripping onto her own bouncing breasts.

At the same time her hips moved in a steady, rolling rhythm, taking Vikram deep on every downward stroke.
Vikram’s voice stayed filthy and constant.

Shankar’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth but not forcing.

His eyes were locked on the place where her lips stretched around him and on the way her body moved between them.
Meera’s mind floated in two places at once.

Part of her stayed focused on the mission — keep them here, keep them lost, keep them away from the game room and the phones.

The other part was drowning in the dual sensation of a thick cock stretching her pussy and another filling her throat.
She bounced harder.

The wet slap of her ass against Vikram’s hips mixed with the wet sounds of her mouth on Shankar.
Vikram groaned deeply and thrust up harder.

This is how she should always be. She is the best we had in long time. Its her birthday and we are gettign the gifts.