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A Prank Gone Too Far



As we were packing our bags to head out to Chennai, we couldn’t stop ragging Sultan. The youngest among us, he was also extremely shy, self-conscious. Aged 20, he had a massive crush on a college friend, who had moved to Chennai and was working in the banquets section of a large hotel chain. He’d never expressed his feelings for her and was petrified of making the first move.

When the company I was working for at the time wanted to launch a new line of music CDs that would be cheap covers of popular hits, there was no budget for music videos, album covers or much promotion. As the product launch manager, it was up to me to solve the problem. Sultan was a friend of Arvind, my colleague at the company and used to hang out with us quite a lot. When Arvind and I were brainstorming about the problem, Sultan suggested his friend Mallika as a possible model we could consider for the album cover shoot.

Arvind and I couldn’t help laughing at the fact that he carried Mallika’s picture in his wallet. Of course, that got us started on ragging and teasing him and he fessed up to having a massive crush on her since college days. In any case, we had to scout locations for the shoot and decided to take a week’s trip to Chennai.

“Stay is free!” Sultan exclaimed walking into the office the next day.

“WOW! Yaar,” Arvind said excitedly, “how did you wing that?”

“Kuch nahin,” he replied dismissing the question with the wave of his hand, “When I told Mallika about the tight budgets and all, she offered three rooms. Said it’s off-season and more than half the hotel is empty. She’s also ready to audition for the photo shoot and maybe the music video also if all goes well.” He was grinning from ear to ear and we knew it was only partly because he had just managed to get us a terrific deal. The guy was beaming because he would get to see Mallika again.



Going by the picture Sultan carried in his pocket, I wasn’t too optimistic of her as a potential model. We usually see more beauty than there is in the person we have an interest in. As we walked into the hotel lobby and Mallika approached us with a beaming smile, any apprehension I might have had vanished.

Here was a gorgeous woman with a perfect hourglass body, further enhanced by the perfectly styled saree of the hotel uniform. She brushed stray strands of her long, flowing dark-brown hair from her face as she approached us. Her smile wasn’t just a courteous fake smile many from the hospitality industry put on, but one that reflected in her large, twinkling eyes. Her full, luscious lips were parted just enough to give a glimpse of a perfect set of teeth.

“Wanakkam,” she said folding her hands in a traditional Indian greeting, “welcome to Chennai. First visit?”

“My first,” I said in reply, “these two have been here often enough.”

“This one, I know,” she said, her smiling growing even larger as she gave Sultan a hug making him turn beet red. She led us to the registration desk where we handed over our IDs to the receptionist, while Mallika chatted away effortlessly, not just with Sultan, but with all three of us.

“Come on guys,” she said after we had registered ourselves and got our room keys, “I will show you to your rooms. You guys take some rest. I will come by after my shift ends at 6”.

Mine was the first room, followed by Sultan’s and then Arvind’s. After we had left our luggage in our rooms, Arvind and Mallika came over to my room.

“Where’s Sultan?” I asked Mallika, who had casually parked herself at the edge of my bed — her pallu falling aside and giving an unhindered view of her navel.

“Where else?” Arvind replied, pointing towards the toilet making all of us laugh.

“Still the awkward, shy guy he was in college,” Mallika added.

“You know he has a crush on you right?” Arvind said

“Come on,” Mallika replied waving him off, “he had a crush on every girl in class.”

“Not even close,” I chimed in, “he carries your picture in his wallet.”

“Seriously?” she said rolling her eyes. We told her about how he had suggested her as a model, getting excited at the prospect of seeing her again and then showing us her picture.

“The kid might actually be serious about you,” Arvind concluded.

Mallika crinkled her nose as she made a face at the idea, “never thought of him that way,” she said, “I mean, he’s a nice enough guy…but….” she got thoughtful for a moment as if imagining being with Sultan and then shook her head as if the idea didn’t quite sit well with her.

“No but listen,” Arvind said in a conspiratorial tone, “I had an idea. Thoda jalate hain. What say we try to get him jealous and see if he decides to make a move?”

“What do you mean?” Mallika asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes suggesting she was interested in the idea.

“He knows I have a girlfriend,” Arvind said explaining his idea, “in fact, I met him through Alice — my girlfriend. But he barely knows Vijay. We can pretend the two of you have more than hit it off and see if that makes him jealous enough to spill the beans.”

“I could work with that,” Mallika said, appraising me head to toe with a grin on her face.

“Flattered!” I said in reply. And so the plan was hatched. Mallika and I would stick together, get overly touchy and flirty and see how Sultan reacted.

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When we went to dinner that evening, Arvind took the seat next to Sultan acting all innocent, getting a glare from him as Mallika slipped into the seat next to me. Over dinner, she acted like she had taken a special interest in me, asking me about my background, family, interests and more. I acted just as interested and through most of the dinner, it was as if the two of us were in a different world, having excluded Sultan and Arvind from our conversation. She would blush and smile at my compliments, look down shyly and fiddle nervously with her hair as we spoke. If she was acting, she was one hell of an actress, I thought.

She saw us to our rooms. I got an extra-long hug as we said good night before she gave Arvind a hug that was more formal than friendly, followed by a hug for Sultan, that seemed hurried. “Bye,” she said waving flirtatiously, looking straight at me as she turned to head home.

The next morning, Arvind knocked on my door, just as I was getting ready to head down for breakfast. He collapsed on the bed laughing his guts out as he narrated what happened after Mallika left the previous night. Apparently, Sultan had knocked on his door and whined on and on. Arvind had advised him to act if he didn’t want to see her slip away but he had been so scared of doing anything that he became increasingly frustrated. Arvind had to literally push him back to his room after listening to him rant away for close to an hour.

We had decided to try the hotel roof for the first day’s shoot and spent the day doing saree and other traditional Indian wear shots. We put on an act of growing chemistry between Mallika and I. Sultan stormed away just before lunch time, visibly upset. The three of us had a nice laugh over it and continued the act once he returned — and through the evening — and through dinner.

Good night outside our rooms that day started with a quick hug for Sultan, a polite hug for Arvind and a long, obviously romantic hug for me, followed by a peck on the cheek before she did her customary “bye…” wave for me and left.

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“A bit more?” I said, suggesting she show some more of her breast as she stuck her fingers in her swimsuit, pulling it away from her body. Mallika readily complied. The second day’s shoot was planned to be swimwear and we had shot quite a few pictures by and in the hotel pool. We had taken both, dry and wet body shots and I was amazed at her long, shapely legs. Arvind had come over in the morning to report on more whining from Sultan the previous night. The kiss being top of his list of complaints. Again, Arvind had suggested he act, and he had stormed out, frustrated that even his friend couldn’t understand his predicament.

During lunch — which she joined us for in her black swim suit — Mallika said she felt awkward about swim suits because of a scar she had on her breast. With that, she pulled one side of the swimsuit aside, showing me the scar that must have been about an inch or so away from her nipple.

“We can mask it,” I said, feeling a stirring in my pants. “We can take shots where it doesn’t show and even if it does, there’s always Photoshop to edit it out”

“It was so many years ago, and it never quite healed completely,” she said still holding her swimsuit open in a way that I could see a majority of her breast, but not Arvind or Sultan. “You can actually feel how different it is,” she said grabbing my hand and running my fingers across the scar. “Feel it?” she asked.

“I feel a lot of things,” I replied, deliberately looking downwards between my legs and Mallika giggled at the comment. She covered her breast and gave me a mock slap.

“Behave,” she said, blushing, “we have company.”

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The post lunch shoot was in my room, in a two-piece bikini. As hard as I tried to be professional, I couldn’t help getting turned on by Mallika’s seductive body and behavior towards me. She let me adjust her bikini top myself when I needed it in a particular way for the shot and even let me spread her legs wide and take close ups of her camel toe.

“I bet you are aching to touch,” she teased as I was clicking away, my face between her legs and camera lens inches from her pussy.

“You have no idea,” I said honestly, “touch wouldn’t even begin to explain it.”

Towards evening, we decided to do a few shots in a lacy un-padded sheer bra and panties that that looked liked they would hide absolutely nothing.

“You guys mind leaving the room?” she asked Arvind and Sultan holding up the under garments.

“We’ll be right outside the door,” Sultan said, his voice hoarse, “call out in case you need to.” With that he stormed out. Arvind gave us a wink and a thumbs-up sign before following him.

After they left, she locked the room from the inside before stepping into the bathroom to change. When she stepped out, she had dbangd the hotel’s robe over the undergarments.

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“Show me yours and I will show you mine,” she said, hinting at undbanging the robe.

“We don’t have to pretend now Mallika,” I said as she looked at my crotch.

“Who’s pretending?” she said, stepping up to me. Running her fingers up and down my crotch, she repeated, “show me yours and I will show you mine.”

Till then I wasn’t sure if she was putting on an act for Sultan’s benefit or was genuinely interested. Now that her intentions were clear, I pulled her to me, opened her robe and kissed her hard.

Reaching down, she undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. Sliding her hand inside my underwear, she started stroking my erection.

“We can’t do it with those two outside,” she said when we broke the kiss. Blushing, she added, “I can get rather loud you know…” she kept stroking me as she added, “but I don’t mind helping you now if you promise to help me tonight.”

“Of course,” I said, kissing her again and squeezing her boobs over her black bra. After a few minutes, she pushed me back, breaking the kiss and got in her knees.

“WOW!” she exclaimed as she pulled my underwear down, “I didn’t know Indian boys could grow this tall,” she added giggling before planting a kiss at the tip of my shaft.

Taking as much of it in her mouth as she could, she started sucking it. With one hand she started stroking up and down the rest of the shaft while her other hand caressed my balls.

Within just a few minutes, I could feel myself build up to my climax. “Stop,” I said, pulling myself out of her mouth. “I want to taste you after this, please.” I pleaded.

“Just a taste, I promise,” she said, “but I want you to taste your cum first.” With that, she took me back in her mouth and started giving me the blowjob of my life. In just a couple minutes, I erupted, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum, quite a bit of it spilling out of her mouth and all over her bottom part of her face and some on her bra and boobs.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips after swallowing as much as she could. She collected as much of my cum as she could off her boobs, bra and chin and licked her cum-covered finger. “I’d like that inside me tonight if you don’t mind” she added.

My turn, I said pulling up my underwear and pants before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Getting on top of her, I spread her legs wide and started rubbing my crotch against her pussy while I kissed her hard and deep. Even though I was spent, I knew I was getting her aroused because she spread her legs wider and started moving against my crotch while our tongues battled each other hungrily.

I broke the kiss after a few minutes and kissed her down her neck and breasts. Pulling the bra aside, I licked the lip of one nipple. Mallika moaned out loud before clasping her hand over her mouth. Encouraged, I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking her. Reaching between her legs, I slid my hand inside her panties and entered her with two fingers.

“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, “not now. I won’t be able to help screaming,” she added pulling my fingers out of her. After sucking each nipple for a few minutes, I kissed her down her belly, sliding my tongue into her navel before proceeding further down.

I got on my knees and pulled her legs as far apart as I could. The sheer black panties were soaking wet with her juices. I kissed, licked and sucked the inside of both thighs one after the other, inching closer and closer to her pussy.

Finally, pulling her panties aside, I kissed her dripping wet opening. Opening her wide, I slid my tongue inside her, lapping up her delicious wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips hungrily before taking her clit in my mouth.

“Enough,” she groaned in a whisper, “please.”

“Cum in my mouth,” I replied taking a break from her smoldering her pussy.

“Tonight, I promise,” she said in a tone that said her body didn’t want me to stop though her brain said we should.

“Just a few more minutes,” I said taking her in my mouth and eating her hungrily. Her hips involuntarily started moving into my mouth, but she pushed my head away after letting me eat her for a few minutes.

“God, you are delicious,” I said, “I want you so bad.”

“Tonight, I promise.” she said again before covering herself with her panties. Now take a few pictures or they will know we were up to no good.

For the next hour or so, we took a lot of pictures. She let me take a number of nudes saying those were “to remember me once you get back home.”

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I heard the door open — of course she had a master key — and she closed and locked it behind her. 11 pm, the digital clock on the bedside table said. She had left early that evening, not joining us for dinner, saying she had to take care of things at home. As she hugged me before leaving, she whispered, “11” in my ears.

We had returned to our rooms over an hour ago. Arvind and Sultan wanted to hang out, but I said, I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. The two of them headed to Sultan’s room to play cards and I went to mine.

I had left the room lights on and was sitting on the couch by the windows at the far end of the room dressed only in my underwear. Mallika made no suggestion for me to turn off the lights. She put on a show of stripping down with each step she took towards me, shedding garment after garment and letting it litter the floor. By the time she reached the couch, she was down to the same bra and panties she had on earlier in the day. Her nipples were hard and jutting through the sheer fabric.

“All yours,” she whispered stopping inches from me, her pussy level with my face. Grabbing her butt, I pulled her to me and started kissing her over her panties.

“Didn’t have dinner?” she asked giggling as her fingers slid into my hair and pulled my face into her.

“I did,” I mumbled, “but I am ready for dessert now.” With that, I started pulling her panties down, kissing her down her belly, then over her shaved pussy mound before taking her in my mouth.

“My God you are beautiful,” I said before licking her all along her slit as I pulled her panties all the way down.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said giggling as she stepped out of her panties. Grabbing my hands, she made me stand up and led me to the bed. Pulling my underwear down, she said, “now, I want that monster inside me.”

“Not yet your highness,” I said kissing her lips, proud of myself because Mallika means Queen in English, “first, I need my dessert.” We kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling angrily with each other while I stripped off her bra. I was aching to eat her and went straight for the paradise between her legs once she was naked.

As badly as I wanted her, I took my time — I blew over her opening for a while, teasing her till she begged me to stop. For the next few minutes, I licked her up and down her slit. Then, opening her wide, I entered her with my tongue to be met by the familiar deliciousness of her juices. I tongue fucked her while devouring her wetness. Mallika started moaning alongthe way, clasping her hand on her mouth to muffle the sound.

I slid two fingers inside her as I switched my attention to her swollen clit.

I sucked, licked and gently bit on it while my fingers moved in and out of her her. She was gushing and my fingers were soaked with her dripping wetness.

“Oh God…oh God… oh God…” she kept moaning repeatedly as I ate her, her hips thrusting to the rhythm of my fingers as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm. She screamed a muffled scream, both her hands clasped over her mouth when she finally came, shaking violently.

I kept eating her, making her orgasm last a few minutes. She tried to make me stop when it finally passed, but I was far from done eating her.

I continued enjoying her heavenly juices and smoldering hot pussy, eating her harder and faster while continuing to drill her with my fingers. I ate her for close to an hour making her cum a second time, and then a third.

“Fuck me….please….” she groaned, panting heavily after her third orgasm passed when I showed no signs of relenting the oral assault on her pussy.

“No,” she said as I reached for the condom packet on the bedside table, “fuck that.” She had been stroking my shaft and guided it to her opening. “Fuck me hard,” she said rubbing it against her soaking wet pussy before guiding the head to her opening.

I entered her with one hard thrust. Still only about half of me was inside her. Going deeper and deeper with each thrust, it took 5-6 thrusts before I was all the way inside her.

“God, you are huge,” she gasped with pleasure as I started moving in and out of her.

Before long, I was slamming in and out of her hard and fast. “Ah, ah, ah…” Mallika kept groaning with each thrust.

Having already cum in her mouth earlier in the day, I was in no hurry to cum and kept pounding in and out of her.

Within a few minutes, I felt her pussy muscles start to contract and grip me harder and I knew she was nearing another orgasm. I wanted to cum with her even though I was close to the point of no return myself.

Pursing my lips and closing my eyes, I kept drilling her till I heard her muffled scream and felt the vibration of her entire body as she shook with an orgasm.

I exploded, slamming all the way into her as I emptied my load deep inside her. After I was spent, I collapsed on top of Mallika.

We kissed passionately, my limp member still buried inside her.

“WOW!” we gasped together before both of us burst out laughing. We lay there for over and hour, kissing and caressing the other’s sweaty body.

“I want more,” she said finally, reaching down and starting to stroke my shaft back to life.

We fucked three more times that night, using the breaks between each round to recharge ourselves.

After sucking me back to hardness, Mallika rode me till we both came together.

After the next break, I took her doggy style, before we fucked in the shower. Dawn was breaking by the time we stepped out of the shower. Mallika left a few minutes later, making me promise we would do this again every night while I was in Chennai.

Of course, I was only too happy to keep my promise.


THE END

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