[Steel]

Is this what Rakesh planned to do to Kusha? The thought was chilling. Kusha hated Rakesh, and so Sharath had felt safe up until now. But that was all part of Rakesh's plan, wasn't it? To fill a woman's mind with hate and obsession, crowding her thoughts with only him, then igniting that obsession into lust with well-timed exposure to his sexual prowess. And if that was the case, wasn't Rakesh right on track? How soon did he plan to have Kusha in the exact same position as Laila? Sharath watched as Laila came up for air, panting heavily with exertion and lust, saliva dripping from her mouth. Then she dived back down, bobbing her head with frantic sexual hunger, like a woman possessed, no longer able to control herself.

What could Sharath even do? He suddenly realized why Rakesh didn't mind showing him this information. Rakesh didn't believe that Sharath would be able to stop him even if he knew the plan.

Rakesh was one hundred percent confident that he had already won. That Kusha would go from hatred to submission the same way Laila had. And even though he knew the thought should be chilling and terrifying, Sharath still couldn't stop stroking his cock, staring at the hot yoga instructor's sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob on the screen. Wet sounds filled the room as Rakesh plundered her married throat. Her hand moved rapidly between her kneeling thighs, pleasuring herself in a way that the Beta edition wouldn't allow Sharath to see.

Then, finally, Rakesh pulled Laila off of his cock, degradingly slapping it down against her tongue a few times, then stroking it rapidly, using her saliva as lube. "Ready to take my cum, you fucking slut?" he growled. Sharath was shocked at how far the dynamic had come over the course of the video. Instead of persuading or manipulating, Rakesh was openly and unapologetically dominant now.

But he was even more shocked at Laila's reaction. There was no more resistance or reluctance at this point; she simply nodded eagerly and moaned, "Fucking give it to me!"

And, in one electrifying, confusing moment, Sharath didn't see Laila kneeling there in front of Rakesh's cock. He saw Kusha, her face frozen in the same expression of weak, humiliated lust. That sudden, unexpected fantasy pushed him over the edge, just as Rakesh on the screen grunted in orgasm, spurting thick, hot ropes of pearly cum all over Laila's upturned, panting face.

"Shit!" said Sharath, unprepared as his dick shot cum out as well, splattering onto the screen of his laptop to join Rakesh's load in a pathetic accompaniment to the dominant man's act of sexual triumph. Cursing and embarrassed, Sharath reached out to pause the video, his cock still spurting and dribbling all over himself. The image froze on the screen: Laila's moaning face, covered by Rakesh's digital cum mingled with Sharath's real load. Sharath panted and covered his eyes with his hand that wasn't dripping with sperm. His lust began draining away, leaving him confused, disturbed, and a little scared.

He hurried to go find a cloth and clean off his computer while his mind began spinning. So now Rakesh's methods were clear, at least in the outline. He intended to get under Kusha's skin, then convert that obsession into lust. Sharath would never have believed such a thing could work if he hadn't just seen Laila fall for the same trick.


The problem was... what exactly could Sharath do to counteract this strategy? He couldn't exactly tell Kusha to stop obsessing over Rakesh. If it were that easy, she would have done it herself. It might stop Rakesh if he could convince Kusha to drop him as a client and cut off contact, but she would never do that just to make herself feel better: she would consider that a surrender. He could try to sabotage Rakesh's move to make Kusha see him in a sexual light... But Sharath wasn't sure what Rakesh would do to accomplish that: it didn't sound like he used the dick pic method every time.

And, maybe most importantly, Sharath couldn't stop questioning why the fuck he had climaxed to the idea of Rakesh cumming on his wife's face. It was an idea that terrified him, so why was it also strangely erotic? Sharath rubbed his eyes, frustrated by the questions pounding in his brain, compounded by the emotions of shame and fear pulsing through him. No wonder Rakesh had sent him this account. Sharath felt more confused and demoralized than ever.

But after he cleaned the soiled screen and carefully washed the rag, Sharath found himself growing more determined. Rakesh hadn't won yet. And it had been a month; his time was already half up. If Rakesh was so certain that he couldn't possibly lose, that would only make it more difficult for him to see Sharath's counterattack coming. After checking once again to see if his wife had pulled into the driveway (This was turning into a really late night at the office... Sharath pushed down the squirming thread of doubt inside him once again), Sharath sat back in front of his computer, feeling more focused. He exited Laila's page after one last lingering glance at the paused video, her face dripping with Rakesh's cum, and picked another woman at random from the list, diving into her training log.

He needed to find a pattern. To see what Rakesh's plans had in common.

Then maybe he could find a weak point and stop him.