[sominoru]

Chills ran down Ankita's spine when she heard the word "favor" from Madan. The tone of it felt a bit off and she instinctively felt something untoward might happen!

Madan walked closer to her again. He was directly behind her. This time he was even more bold than the last time.

"This is an amazing dress Ankita!" Madan whispered in her ear.

"I wonder what you look like without it!" He grinned hard

"Looks like you are loaded at the top and the bottom." he continued with a laugh.

"You are beautiful.. beyond beautiful" he exclaimed as he ran his fingers through her silky smooth hair. 

Ankita did not react. She stood frozen at the spot. 

He put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The sudden movement caught her off guard and she turned facing him. She then felt his heavy hand on the skirt over her ass. He copped a proper feel.




"I have needs....  and so do you!" he hissed. She felt his other hand on her other ass cheek. He put pressure and parted her ass cheeks apart. 

"Oooh.. uff", Ankita moaned slightly. Her mouth was open and hot breaths escaped her. She wasn't expecting this at all! Madan quickly kissed her and put his tongue inside her mouth.

"Are you okay with how things are going?" Madan asked. He then turned her around again as he hugged Ankita tightly from behind. His hands... one was around her waist. The other was around her chest! 

She then felt Madan's growing hard-on on her ass crack... between her two ass cheeks.

Ankita was too shocked to even think of what to say!

"Ufff.. Madannnnn. I have to thinkkk.." She replied softly as Madan tightened his grip around her massive boobs.

"Ankitaaa... the little sleeveless piece you are wearing is so sexy" Madan said and he started tracing lines along her exposed cleavage.

Ankita trembled in fear. No one had ever played with her like this. She could have turned around and slapped him and left. Maybe with a swift kick to his groin area just like how she dealt with Amrish. But this was a difficult situation she found herself in. Madan was a powerful man. Someone whom she respected a lot but now this was a totally unexpected situation. 

She always wanted to be an executive and earn top of the line paycheck. "Whatever it takes.. I will do!", is what she told herself whenever she faced a tough situation.  

"So, Ms Ankita! I will make sure that you get the career you deserve and desire! All I am asking for is a favor!" Madan had made himself clear. Ankita had no expression on her face.

He then massaged her breasts and was squeezing them repeatedly over the fabric.

"It's okay right??", he whispered in her ear while looking down on her cleavage. "I want to explore you!", he gloated.

Till now Ankita was shaking with her heart pounding, thinking hard if she should set herself free from Madan's grip. Madan's hand reached underneath her short mini skirt to her crotch and gently rested his fingers on her camel toe.  She then felt his thick finger brush along the length of her pussy and she shivered visibly. Her underwear didn't provide much protection from his hands.

He continued squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy and then with his mouth he started blowing lightly on her ear lobes, nibbling, sucking, and licking them. Then Ankita leaned forward slightly as a reaction. 

This excited Madan and he moved his mouth from her ears and started kissing and licking her neck extremely gently. 

Ankita felt butterflies in her stomach and although her mind wasn't sure about the situation, her body started responding. Madan could feel her panties dampen, her nipples harden as well.

Ankita's heart was already pounding and her breath became even shorter still.

"Ankita!... You are getting wet!..." he grunted in her ear.

He managed to pull aside her panties just a bit and then felt her bare pussy.. he stuck his middle finger in.  



"Ayeee.... Madannn.. Please...!" She struggled to express herself.

Madan immediately stopped. He pulled out his finger from Ankita's pussy. The other hand which was till now massaging her chest also stopped. 

"See... you are wet as fuck.. you are turned on by this!", saying this he slid his wet finger on Ankita's cheek! 

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable! If you aren't interested... you can leave now!" he whispered in her ear. 

Ankita just stood there silently and inhaled deeply now that Madan let go of her completely.

"Well??... ", Madan looked at her quizzically.

"Ankita!!...", his tone softened up a bit.

"You seem a bit nervous and uncomfortable! You need a drink?", he smiled at her.

Ankita nodded a bit. 

"Come Ankita! I'll get you scotch! It should calm your nerves a bit!", Madan continued.

They both sat down on a large sprawling sofa right next to each other. There was an indoor swimming pool right in-front of the sofa. 

Ankita had a glass of scotch in her hand and she was sipping steadily and quietly. With each sip she was getting a bit more tipsy.

Madan had a glass of scotch too. He sipped just a bit and put it down on the floor.

"Why don't you sit over here?", he motioned to Ankita pointing at his thighs.

Ankita gulped down the remaining scotch and sat on his lap.

Madan embraced her with a bear hug and after a few moments, Madan was back to what he was doing before. He was squeezing her breasts hard, switching between them while his other hand was back to rubbing her pussy. Ankita squirmed as she felt his hand slide under her sleeveless top and grab her bare breast. 

Ankita drew a sharp breath when Madan's hand expertly slid under her panties a second time and his finger moved along the length of her pussy walls. She visibly shuddered when his thick, rough finger grazed her clit. He laughed seeing her reaction and his finger started expertly playing with her clit. 

A few seconds later Ankita was back to shuddering like before and Madan was busy nibbling her ears, squeezing her tits and fingering her clit.

"Ummhh... Ummhppff... aah .. ah.. ooh.. oh... hmmhhh" her body was shaking while he was playing her like a guitar non stop.

Madan paused. Madan smiled to himself watching Ankita involutarily continue to twitch all by herself. 

Ankita then felt his hand trying to pull down her sleeveless top.

Instinctively, she tried to stop Madan from proceeding further. He just tugged at it and the top fell down and she reflexively covered herself. He then dug his hand into her bra and yanked it hard. The bra gave way and her massive breasts bounced out of the caged prison.

Ankita gasped hard but before she could recover her breath she felt his hand wasting no time taking off her skirt and panties and throwing them away.

"Turn around! Face me!", Madan ordered Ankita while at the same time he reached down for his scotch and another sip. 

Ankita now sat on Madan's lap facing him. She was completely naked. Her face, her cheeks became flushed pink with embarrassment and she lowered her eyes unable to make eye contact.




"Ankita! Look at me!... look at me!", Madan asked Ankita. 

She looked at him. She was feeling shy. Her massive boobs were right in front of him. He could not stop admiring her assets. 
He looked at her face and her breasts together. 

Ankita's face grew even redder. 

"You are sooo beautiful! Ankita! This is beyond words! You are the finest of a female specimen. Look at you!", he was awestruck.

"Mmmmmmpppp... aahh..." she whimpered as he cupped her right breast and gave it a squeeze. He circled her aerola multiple times very smoothly with soft feathery touches. 

He then weighed both of her enormous breasts with his hands. One in each. Then he again started squeezing them. 

Her nipples became very hard and erect and stood at full attention. 

Ankita was feeling extremely shy and she closed her eyes. Madan paused and did nothing. 

When Ankita opened her eyes and looked down to see Madan's mouth right next to her right breast... right next to her erect nipple. She gasped out loudly!

She lowered her gaze but Madan was staring right into her eyes.



"Please be gentle!..." she said softly. 

He stopped and looked up at Ankita with a huge grin on his face.
 
Madan started breathing heavily with excitement. "Aaaaahhhhh.. ah.. hmm... unghgg.. ", was all Ankita could say as Madan started tentatively licking her nipple. 

Ankita took a sharp breath and leaned back as she felt his mouth close in around her nipple. She bit her lower lip, desperately trying to control herself. Madan's hand was now playing with her other breast, slowly rubbing her other nipple between his two fingers.

Her body was trembling and shaking with raw pleasure coursing through her body. Madan was hungrily sucking on her breast. His mouth was latched firmly on her nipple, pulling it with his mouth. She could feel his warm, heavy breath on her soft skin.

She closed her eyes again but could hear the loud sucking his mouth made as he sucked on her nipple like a new born baby.

He was squeezing her breast and pulled her nipple gently with his teeth while at the same time nibbling on it.

Ankita felt all kinds of sensations on her boob... she was extremely sensitive in the nipple area and she was getting turned on.

[sominoru]

Madan kept sucking on Ankita's right nipple for a few seconds.. then he switched to her left nipple and sucked on it as well.. 

He licked both of her areolas.. He then put both of her breasts together and made both the nipples touch each other. He put both of her nipples in his mouth at once and chewed on them lightly... At the same time he was squeezing the base of her massive tits with his large palms... 

"nnggg... aaaaah mmm.. ah aaah", Ankita moaned. Her nipples were a sensitive spot for her and Madan was enjoying them a lot!

He then stopped again... he was admiring her twin melons.. it was like a dream! 

It was now time to play with her nipples with his fingers!!!

"Ankita!!!", Madan excitedly exclaimed as he was twisting both of her bare nipples between his thumb and forefinger like a volume button on a stereo set. 

It was turning Ankita on!!! Her lips parted in an O shape and she was finding it hard to control herself. 



Her nipples and aereola were shining with Madan's saliva.

"Ankita! Put your hands together.. I want to see your boobs hanging close to each other"

"Whaaat???", Anita gasped. She was not used to not being in control and started getting aroused more and more. 

Nevertheless she did what Madan told her to... Madan was staring at the nipples which were now completely erect.. more erect than before.. 



"What is your bra size?? Your breasts are amazing! Biggest ones I've seen in my life!"

"Hmmm????", Madan twisted her nipple more while waiting for a reply.

"34 DD", she gasped.

It brought back memories! The first time someone asked her about her breast size was when she was in her college!

Ankita always expected herself to at the top right from college days. She was a sudden bloomer. She was pretty much flat chested before college. From the time she was in college her breasts kept on increasing in size. It drew attention everywhere she went. It was both a blessing and a curse. She started wearing extra tight bras to make sure her breasts don't reveal their true size. She did not want to be distracted by the guys in her college or get into trouble. After she got her first job she became more confident and started flaunting her assets more and more. Not too much like a cheap whore. Not too little like a nun.. Just enough to keep things classy! Just like Ankita! 

She remembered the first time she used her twin mountains to her advantage. It was the final semester of the final year. Professor Kundra, a balding man in his late fifties was super strict and Ankita made a mistake. She was a top student but got unlucky and got a very difficult lab exam. She wasn't familiar with the experiment and got confused. By the time she figured out the right approach it was too late. She quickly guessed the values and made it look like it matched the expected values. 

Failing at her lab exam would mean that she cannot graduate. She has to comeback and redo the exam after 6 months instead of graduating and working at her first job. Kundra is strict and really smart. One look at her paperwork and he would know she screwed up bad. Nervously she handed in her papers to Kundra and left for home. Her college bus was waiting. 

She sat inside the bus with a sad face. She never expected to be in position wondering if she passed or failed an exam. 

The bus driver was about to start the bus.  

"Professor Kundra! He hasn't boarded onto the bus yet!", Ankita shouted at the driver. 

The driver smiled at her. "Kundra always stays behind and only goes home once he is done correcting all of your papers! So, he will be in the college for a while!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop the bus!"

"I forgot something! I will take the next bus home!", Ankita quickly got down from the bus. 

She went to the girls bathroom and washed her face. She removed her bra and allowed her breasts to fully occupy her white top. She was also excited. She was desperate. Her nipples were poking through her top. 




"May, I come in Sir? Dr. Kundra?", Ankita exclaimed as she opened the staff room door where Kundra was. He was busy grading the paperwork.

There were no others in the room. She closed the door and bolted it shut. 

"What do you want Ankita?", Kundra irritatedly shouted. 

Every time it is the same song. Some student who hasn't performed well would drop by and beg him to give a passing grade which of course Kundra never gives. All that drama only makes it more late for him to go home. 

"Ankita! You failed the lab!", saying this he threw her papers at her. 

"I will see you in the next semester, in 6 months!"

Ankita bent down and picked the papers up and she stood right next to Mr. Kundra. 

She started crying and pleading with him. She explained how this will spoil her life. How her parents would be disappointed in her. How she has to sit at home doing nothing for the next 6 months while all her classmates would be graduating and moving on with their life. If this was any other semester that would have been fine but this is the final semester. But Kundra was stern and told her that he could not help. 

"Please Dr. Kundra! Please help me Sir!", Ankita cried and fell at his feet.

"Ankita! Getup! What are you doing?", Kundra reacted with a shock!

While trying to getup, Ankita caught Kundra staring at her breasts. She could see him constantly staring at her cleavage. He realized that Ankita caught him staring at her melons so he just felt bit ashamed of himself. Ankita started pointing her hand at the tent on his pants and asked him what was going on? 

She had a shocked expression on her face. 

Seeing her shocked expression he started stammering.

"Actually! Ankita! I did not mean to ... "

"Mean to what??", Ankita barked back with full anger!

"I am going to complain to the college administration. You purposefully gave me bad marks! Made me come here and then you are trying to take advantage of me!". 

"How can you expose yourself like this to me?"

"You are a 50 plus years old man! And you want a young woman like me? How dare you!"

Professor Kundra started getting chest pains. He was in a complete shock with the sudden turn of events. He was a respectable man and he was well known in the college. He did not want to lose his reputation.

"Ankita! I made a mistake! I can't take it back. But, I will pass you! Okay! Forgive the old man and don't complain!"

Hearing Kundra's plea Ankita softened up a bit. 

"We have a deal!"

She then hugged Mr. Kundra tightly. Her breasts crushed against his chest sending his pulse rising.  

"It's okay! Don't get a heart attack now!", she comforted the old Professor.

[sominoru]

Ankita enjoyed the feeling of power she had over her professor. He was in her total control. 

But now! The situation is completely changed. Madan knew how hungry Ankita was to become a powerful executive earning tons of money. And Ankita knew the price she had to pay to get what she wanted. 

"Wow! 34 DD!", Madan exclaimed. 

With great excitement he started pulling her nipples out and twisting them at the same time. 

"aaah! ooh. ufff!", Ankita gasped. 

Madan put both nipples in his mouth again and started chewing them and sucking on them. 

Ankita could not stop him at all. Seeing a senior executive being so intimate with her was something she did not imagine when she first accepted this job. But now, things are getting out of hand. 

She was watching Madan enjoying himself completely. Her precious treasures completely exposed and disappearing into his mouth!

[sominoru]

"Ankita! Let's continue in the bedroom!", Madan winked at her. He stopped sucking on her nipple for a moment. Her areola were shining with a coating of his saliva.
This made him chuckle.

He looked at her and smiled - it is time to become even more intimate! Ankita had a thoughtful expression on her face. Madan then carried Ankita and laid her out on the large King sized bed in the room. He gazed at her nude body appreciatively. Ankita's enormous breasts looked very inviting and demanded to be fondled and sucked and nibbled and chewed. The light from the bed stand lamp made her fair skin shine. Her bare stomach and deep navel looked extremely erotic. He looked down at her and moved in like a wolf closing in on a deer in the forest. Madan went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her legs up to her waist. Her cleanly shaved pussy came into view. Ankita reflexively covered her pussy with her hands. Madan stroked her thighs and spread them apart and placed his palm on top of her hands.

He gently moved Ankita's hands away revealing her precious precious extremely private treasure she guarded all her life. Madan then made eye contact with Ankita. She was blushing hard. Her cheeks became light pink with embarrassment. 

Madan brought his face closer and Ankita could feel his breath on her most sensitive part of the body. He then hungrily but tentatively tongued her pussy. "Ufff! Hmm... hnnggg! Ooh.. aieee", Ankita reacted with clenched teeth as he started licking her pussy in steady strokes with his tongue. He then spread her pussy lips apart vulgarly and inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her slopping wet pussy. With his free hand he started stroking his cock and his cock rose swiftly to rigid attention at the sight of a naked Ankita. He stroked his cock in slow rhythm, peeling the foreskin back to reveal an angry purple cockhead, to rock hardness. He extricated his fingers from Ankita's pussy and rubbed the juices on his shaft.

He knelt down in between her legs again and shafted her pussy with his tongue, holding the lips apart even further so that he could nibble her clit. Deep into her pussy he probed, clamping down on her mons veneris gently with his teeth. He squeezed her thighs till his fingers left impressions on her fair skin; he bit them leaving bite marks. 

"Aaaah.. Madan... please!", she gasped

[sominoru]

Madan's tongue circled her clit hard, making every tongue thrust deeper. His hands roamed all over her body, fondling every inch of her. Ankita couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, the feeling of her pussy so wet against his tongue was too much for her. He grabbed at her hips and increased the speed of his licks, savoring the taste and sensation of her.

Ankita was taken by surprise as Madan flooded her with sensation, each lick, each nibble, teasing her deeper and higher. She rolled her head back and forth against the bed, hands balled into fists clutching sheets as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was beyond control, completely and utterly gone.

Madan pulled back for a moment, panting, and began to suck on her clit. He suckled it as if it were an iced treat, exploring her with nips and wet licks. His tongue moved circles around her folds and soon she was screaming in pleasure which she tried resisting hard.

He alternated between pleasurable licks and tender nibbles, until she screamed out his name and came violently against his mouth. He continued to let his tongue explore and milk her until her quaking settled.

Ankita lay against the bed panting, her body completely spent from pleasure. Madan stood up and swept her up into a passionate embrace, smothering her wet body in kisses.

She looked up at him, "please.. please I think we are done!", she pleaded. Madan kissed her forehead but did not listen to her.
He was just getting started and Ankita knew that subconsciously. 

He proceeded to slowly lower his body on top of her, never breaking his gaze. They were both trembling with anticipation as they lay there, with Madan dick hanging between her thighs.

Madan's dick was hard and thick, with a velvety smooth head. Its size and shape was perfection, sliding easily into Ankita's willing and wet pussy. Her tight walls clung around him, gripping tightly as he pushed further inside. A shudder ran through her body as pleasure surged through her.

Ankita gasped and moaned as Madan's thrusts grew more intense, his pace quickening with every stroke. His dick filled her completely, pushing deeper, as he seemed to touch and stimulate parts of her she never knew existed. The pleasure was exquisite and almost unbearable, and she shuddered and bucked against him, her clit becoming swollen and aching as her orgasm drew closer.

Madan kept going, his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He seemed to reach parts inside her that vibrated and sang with pleasure, and his own movements as he filled her with all of himself increased her arousal and bliss to unbearable levels. Finally, when Ankita felt she could take no more, she reached her climax, her pussy squeezing tightly around Madan's dick as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Madan and Ankitas breathing became heavier and louder as their bodies became more and more entwined. Madan moaned as Ankitas moans grew louder and his pleasure intensified.

"aahh.. mhh.. your pussy is sooo tight! you sexy bitch! aahhh... " Madan screeched in pleasure.

Madan felt himself climbing higher and higher as Ankitas body shudderred beneath him. His breath catches as he feels Ankitas inner muscles tense and ripple around him pushing him ever closer to the edge.

Ankita screams out in pleasure as she reaches her own orgasm and Madan can feel himself go over the edge. As his own orgasm takes holds he cries out and empties himself into Ankitas depths.

The two of them lie in each others arms panting and exhausted.

Ankita felt the warmth of Madan's body as he held her close, her heart still racing with the intensity of their lovemaking. Madan's breath was warm on her neck, and she could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to breath slowly, content in the knowledge that she had achieved her goal.

"That was amazing," Madan whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her skin.

Ankita couldn't help but smile and let out a little laugh, her face buried into Madan's chest.

"You got what you wanted!" she said, still panting from the exertion. "You better make me the CEO like you promised! Otherwise I will kill you!"

Madan let out a deep chuckle. "That's a deal!" he said. "I promise you'll be my CEO one day."

Ankita smiled again and snuggled in closer, pretending to be enjoying the feeling of being close to Madan. She breathed in the musky smell of their lovemaking, feeling a deep resentment mixed with pleasure coursing through her body.

In response, Madan tightened his embrace, his hands gently caressing her back. "Thank you," he murmured, his lips pressed against her forehead.

They lay there in each others arms for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment. Ankita felt Madan's body heat and his steady heartbeat, and she allowed herself to drift away in the comfortable silence that surrounded them.

Finally, Ankita gently broke the silence. "I should get up and get ready to leave," she said.

Madan reluctantly pulled away from Ankita, not wanting the cozy moment to end. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stood up and began to get ready for the night, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment from sleeping with her superior and her client.


Madan smiled at Ankita, feeling a sense of admiration for her in light of their indiscretion. He gingerly tucked her underwear and bra under his bed. This is going to remind him of this moment,

"These are something I can keep with me as a reminder of this," he said sheepishly.

Ankita nodded slowly, understanding the sentiment. She was ashamed of herself for succumbing to Madan's advances and her cheeks became red with shame.

Madan watched Ankita dressing up without her inner wear and the two shared a brief moment of silence as he sat up, looking at her with an expression of admiration.

"I want to apologize for my actions," he said softly.

Ankita smiled forcedly, "It's ok. I understand. I'm just glad that I'm not the only one who feels this way."

The two continued to talk a bit, eventually growing more comfortable with one another. Madan couldn't help but feel a deep fascination at the way Ankita seemed to be so in tune with her emotions. She was so different than the way she had been before, so confident and strong, now displaying vulnerability and embarrassment. She looked so cute.

When the conversation ended, they both shared a knowing look between them before Madan leaned in and kissed Ankita, gently and tenderly.

[sominoru]

The kiss lasted only a moment, but it was enough for Madan to feel a deep connection with Ankita, something that he had never expected to feel again.

Ankita smiled at Madan and she started to leave. As the door clicked shut, she felt a wave of emotions sweeping through her body and she felt tears coming down her cheeks. Madan used his position as her superior and took full advantage of her and then fucked her raw. He even cummed deep inside of her! She felt betrayed and wiped the tears away from her eyes. 

She clicked on the Ola cab button and waited for Ola to arrive. She was standing outside without any inner wear and her nipples were poking out from her dress. It still had Madan's saliva on her nipples and his bite marks. He fully sucked on her breasts and massaged her bare breasts and now they were completely sore. He chewed on her nipples and pulled them in all directions and now it was hurting her.

She still felt the sensation of her sore nipples becoming harder and a shiver of a pleasure radiating from her nipples to her entire body as she was waiting for the cab.

[sominoru]

Ankita stepped inside the car expecting to see some random driver but to her surprise, the driver was non other than Amrish. The very same guy who a few days back, peeped while she was taking bath. She suddenly felt terrified and almost screamed out, but took a few deep breaths and managed to control her emotions.

Ankita (in a worried tone): Hi.

Amrish (with a nervous smile and sweat on his forehead): Hi ma'am.

Ankita: Take me home as soon as possible.

Amrish nodded his head and stammered,

Amrish: Ma'am, I am so sorry for my behavior that day. I am ashamed of what I did and I regret it each and every day. Please forgive me.

Ankita was left speechless. She never expected that Amrish would apologize for his mistakes, especially now. She couldn't help but appreciate his honesty. Amrish noticed the expression on her and said,

Amrish: Ma'am, I have learned my lesson. I swear I won't misbehave with you ever again.

Ankita took few deep breaths and admiringly said,

Ankita: I appreciate the fact that you regret for your mistakes and have changed yourself. I forgive you and I accept your apology.

Amrish (happily): Thank you ma'am. I will never forget your kindness.

Ankita felt happy that she was able to forgive Amrish and put his guilt to rest. On the other hand, Amrish was emboldened and he thanked 
thanked God for giving him another chance. 

There was a comfortable silence. 

Amrish: You have a very nice figure, ma'am.

Ankita:  Thank you, Amrish for the complement. Just focus on driving for now.

Amrish: (smiled) No, thank you. You have an amazing body. God gifted you well in three different places.

Ankita: (curious) Excuse me?

Amrish: (unabashed) I'm just saying, a guy needs to be very lucky to have some time alone with a woman as beautiful as you.

Ankita: (blushing) Well, that's very flattering, lets stop talking.

Amrish: What's the harm?

Ankita: What?

Amrish: I mean, what would be the harm in just talking?

Ankita: (curiously) you said I was blessed in 3 different places. What do you mean?

Amrish: (smirking) You will be offended ma'am. You will slap me.

Ankita: (teasingly) Well, that would be fine. I already gave you a good kick remember!

Amrish: (turning nervous) Your thick ass is one. Your heavy mountain like breasts are two and the third is your extra long nipples.

Ankita: (eyes wide in shock) What? How dare you? Have you gone mad?

Amrish: (trying to stay calm) No ma'am! It just slipped out, I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Ankita: (Her heart pounding wildly, she takes a deep breath) Alright, I forgive you. But don't you ever talk about my body like that again.

Amrish: (genuinely apologetic) I promise I won't. I'm really sorry ma'am.

[sominoru]

Amrish kept on driving. His mobile beeped twice.

A wide smile spread across his face. 

“Thanks for bringing me good luck today! Ankita!” he said cheerfully.

Ankita replied with an intrigued smile, “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve just got two texts from Deepak that have really made my day!” explained Amrish.

“What were you two talking about?” she asked curiously.

“Do you remember the case of the old man Salim who was in a coma?”

Ankita nodded as she started panicking. Her heart started pounding. “Yes, it was in the news.”

“It seems that old man Salim has recovered from the coma. No one could’ve expected it!” exclaimed Amrish, beaming.

Ankita was surprised. “That’s wonderful news,” she said with a blank expression on her face. 

Amrish continued, “And that’s not all - Deepak found some security footage from a second video camera from the opposite building. It showed the woman who pushed Salim. Seems that he was trying to enter the elevator when the woman pushed him, leading to his coma.”

Ankita gasped in shock. “Deepak has the footage????”

"Salim recovering is the great news! Who cares about the footage!", Ankita repeated. 

Amrish couldn’t help but agree. “It really is. Thank goodness that Salim recovered!”

Amrish was driving the cab and he glanced sideways, his crush, Ankita, was in deep thought. He noticed the flushed cheeks and the short breaths that she was taking.

Amrish: "Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?"

Ankita snapped out of her thoughts and she shot back a strained response,

Ankita: "Yes yes I'm fine, just keep driving".

Amrish knew that something was bothering her and decided to take a chance,

Amrish: "It looks like something really serious has happened. Is there something I can do to help you?"

Ankita broke down and starting sobbing. After a few moments of silence, she looked up at Amrish, her eyes betraying her emotions,

Ankita: "I...I..."

Amrish waited patiently, not pushing her to talk.

Ankita: "I pushed the old man, Salim, at the elevator because he was too slow. He fell and went into a coma. I'm so scared, please help me.."

Amrish didn't know what to say. He was shocked by the situation and he was trying to process what happened.

Ankita's eyes widened in panic. She quickly stammered,

Ankita: "P..please stop the car! P..please!"

Amrish quickly stopped the car and turned to her. She was making no sense but he knew that he must help her. She started crying again and looked away from him.

Amrish: "What do you want me to do? You can trust me, whatever it is I will try to help you".

Ankita: "Come back here and sit right next to me!"

Amrish turned off the engine and went to the back seat. His thighs were touching Ankita's thigh and it made him ecstatic.

Ankita took a deep breath and looked Amrish in the eyes.

Ankita: "I am so sorry. Please tell Deepak to delete the footage. I did not mean to push Salim. I will do anything!"

Amrish was moved by her request and he smiled nervously. He knew that this would be a tough situation but he would be in a tougher situation because Inspector Ajanta is involved now. Ajanta is not the one to be messed with.

Amrish looked intently at Ankita as she spoke with sincere emotion. His face didn't reveal what he was thinking.

Ankita: "I am so sorry. Please tell Deepak to delete the footage. I will do anything!"

Amrish sighed and said, “Ankita, I know this is a difficult situation but it is out of our hands now. Inspector Ajanta is now involved and it could have serious consequences.”

Ankita's eyes widened in shock. “What are we going to do then?”

Amrish shook his head and said, “I don't know. We'll have to see what Ajanta has to say. I'm sorry, Ankita, but we can't do anything at this point.”

Ankita sighed and hung her head. She whispered, “I'm so sorry, Amrish. I didn't mean for this to happen.”

Amrish nodded sympathetically. “I know, Ankita. This isn't something that we can control. We'll just have to wait and see what the inspector has to say before we can decide on a course of action.”

Ankita: (sobbing) Amrish, please do something, Deepak has evidence and I can't afford to let anyone know about it.

Amrish: Look, if I do this then I'm potentially getting involved in a criminal case.

Ankita: I can't think of anyone else who can help me right now. I'm begging you, please just delay the report to the security officer by just one day.

Amrish: I don't know Ankita.

Ankita: Please Amrish, I'm desperate. Anything, just please do something.

Amrish: (sighs) Alright, I'll think about making the call.

Ankita: Thank you so much. (She takes a deep breath and wipes away her tears. Then she pulls Amrish closer and pulls his shirt off)

Amrish: (surprised) What are you doing?

Ankita: Just...letting you know how appreciative I am. You're doing me a huge favour. 

Ankita looked up at Amrish, her eyes raw with emotion. He could see she was reaching out for help, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. He muttered to himself, “It’s a mess. Deepak has incriminating video evidence of you pushing someone into a coma. I don’t know how I can help.”

Anikita looked up at him and stroked her hand along his neck. She said in a low voice, “Just relax. I’m going to help you make that call. Just let me show you.”



Amrish was taken aback by her sudden act of seduction, but he soon began to relax as Anikita leaned in and began to kiss his neck. She ran her fingers down his chest as the wetness of her kisses sent shivers down his spine. As Ankita slowly pulled him, she kept kissing him and caressed his hair as she worked her way down.

Anikita began to make her way down Amrish’s body and her lips moved slowly down his stomach. Amrish was aware of the intensity of the pleasure that Ankita was giving him and couldn’t control his moans. He knew that if he allowed her to do this he was risking a lot, but he just couldn’t deny the pleasure that she was giving him.

Ankita took Amrish’s manhood in her hand, and with each stroke, Amrish felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He tried to concentrate on making the call but it was becoming increasingly difficult as each stroke felt like heaven. Anikita then took him into her mouth and as he felt her soft lips up and down his manhood, he let out a moan of pleasure.

Then she suddenly stopped sucking him off.

Ankita looked at Amrish and noticed his eyes filled with anticipation. She could feel her heart beating faster and she could sense a strange energy radiating off of him. She felt herself getting aroused as she imagined what she was about to do next.

Amrish knew why she was there and what she wanted to do to him, but he waited patiently as Ankita reached out, her delicate hands grazing against his inner thighs, making him tremble with anticipation. He moaned softly as her hands traveled up his body, exploring his sensitive nipples and his tight stomach.

Ankita was in her element now as she slowly moved in between Amrish's spread legs. He was breathing heavily as she took his already erect penis in her warm, inviting mouth again. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste of his manhood, her tongue swirling around it's length and her lips firmly pressed against it's shaft.

Amrish could barely contain himself as he felt her mouth tightening around him. She moved her head up and down and her tongue went to work, giving him one of the best pleasures of his life. He was close to exploding but managed to maintain control with her help and encouragement.

Ankita moved faster and faster as she built up to the point of no return. She felt Amrish gripping the edges of the seat as he tried to brace himself for the intense pleasure that was about to come.

Amidst all this pleasure, Amrish found a way to fumble for his phone and call Deepak. He said in a stutter, “Deepak, it’s Amrish. Can you delay reporting the video by a day?” and Deepak could hear strange sounds. Ankita sucking Amrish's dick in the background was audible. After a few moments of shocked silence, Deepak finally replied, “Yes, I can do that for you.”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of self control, Amrish let out a loud groan as he was about to climax. Ankita quickly pulled out his cock from her mouth and he came all over her chest. Some of the cum went into her cleavage. She smiled up at him. Amrish had a satisfied expression as he observed her cleaning her neck and cleavage.  Amrish thanked her for the pleasure and zipped up.


(As Amrish gets up, Ankita stands up as well and wipes her mouth, her eyes filled with gratitude)

Ankita: Thank you so much. You've saved me.

Amrish: You don't need to thank me. Just be more careful next time, okay?

Ankita: I will, I promise. (She hugs Amrish tightly)


Ankita bit her lip and thought to herself. “Alright. I just hope that Deepak can delete that footage before it gets out.”



Ankita then took a deep breath, steeling her nerves for whatever came next. “Okay. I just hope this is over soon.”

Amrish gave her a small smile, knowing that it was the best they could hope for right now. “Me too. I'm sure it will be.”

Amrish dropped her off at her place. She took the elevator to her room.

As Ankita stepped into the shower, the hot, steamy water cascading over her body was heavenly. All the tension of the day seemed to melt away. She started to rub the soapy lather into her breasts, and as she did, the sensations were heightened by the familiar sensation of Madan's teeth biting down on her nipples. She shuddered slightly as the memory brought back the intense action of their union.

The thought of Amrish, a lowly cab driver, was able to experience her blowjob gave her mixed emotions. She never thought that a day would come where she would give him a blowjob in the backseat of his car. She could still feel his cum running down her breasts. She reached down and began caressing her nipples and felt the tenderness from Madan's bite, coupled with the warm, sticky, wetness of Amrish's offering.

She closed her eyes and indulged in the sensations that the water and thoughts were eliciting in her tender body. Then, she remembered that she still had Madan's semi dried cum dripping from her pussy, which felt very strange. She plunged her hands between her legs and let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling the warmth of Madan's cum against her skin.

Ankita savoured her shower for an eternity, letting her body shudder with the ecstasy, and eventually, with one final thought of the action her day had brought, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. She then slowly and delicately rubbed a specially prepared cream over her heavily fondled breasts, massaging it in to her tender, throbbing nipples and sighing with relief. When she was satisfied, she fell into bed, exhausted but content that things seem to be falling in place for her.

[sominoru]

Next day morning Ankita is woken up from her deep sleep. 


Her phone rings with a familiar tune, indicating a call from Amrish. She quickly picks it up, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Hi Amrish!" she greets enthusiastically.

"Hey Ankita," Amrish replies, his tone carrying a hint of apology. "I'm sorry, but I have some bad news."

Ankita's heart sinks a little, sensing the change in his voice. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. It's just that Deepak won't be able to make it back as soon as he thought. He has to stay in the village for a few more days," Amrish explains.

A wave of disappointment washes over Ankita. She had been eagerly looking forward to meeting both Deepak and Amrish. "Oh, I see. Is there a problem in the village?"

"No, not a problem, per se. It's just that his presence there is needed for a bit longer. There are some issues that need his attention, and he can't leave just yet," Amrish says, his voice reflecting Deepak's sense of duty.

Ankita tries to mask her disappointment. "I understand, Amrish. His village needs him, and that's important. But, I was really looking forward to our get-together. Deepak, you and I ... we need to spend some time together as friends."

"I know, and I was looking forward to it too. I'm really sorry, Ankita. I was excited about catching up with both of you. Deepak is sorry as well," Amrish sounds genuinely apologetic.

"It's alright, Amrish. These things happen. We'll just have to plan for another time. Take care of what you need to, and let us know when Deepak is back. We can reschedule then," Ankita says, her voice warm yet tinged with a hint of sadness.

"Definitely, I'll do that. Thanks for understanding, Ankita. I'll call you as soon as Deepak is back in the city," Amrish promises.

"Okay, take care, Amrish. And if you need anything or if there's any way I can help, just let me know," Ankita offers sincerely.

"Will do. Thanks again, Ankita. Talk to you soon," Amrish says before they both say their goodbyes and end the call.

Ankita sits quietly for a moment, processing the conversation. She feels a blend of understanding for Deepak's situation and disappointment about the postponed plans. 

Ankita tried falling back into sleep. Her room, a cozy cocoon, was slowly invaded by the chirping of birds and the gentle whisper of the morning breeze. Just as she was stretching away the remnants of sleep, her phone rang again, shattering the tranquility. It was her mother, her tone a familiar blend of excitement and insistence.

"Ankita, beta, have you forgotten? You're meeting Nandu Laal today, the young man I told you about," her mother said, barely containing her enthusiasm.

Ankita sighed, the weight of her reluctance heavy in her voice. "Yes, Ma, I remember," she replied, her words slow and reluctant. She had heard much about Nandu Laal, an arranged marriage prospect her parents were eager about, but Ankita's heart wasn't in it.

Her mother's voice took on a firmer tone. "Ankita, this is important for our family. Nandu is a good match. You must meet him with an open mind."

Reluctantly agreeing, Ankita set out for the day, her mind a whirl of thoughts. She met Nandu at a quaint café, its walls adorned with art and its air filled with the aroma of coffee. Nandu was already there, seated awkwardly, his hands fidgeting with a napkin.

"Hello, Ankita. It's nice to finally meet you," he greeted, his voice tinged with a nervous eagerness.

Ankita forced a smile. "Hello, Nandu. How are you?"

Their conversation started with trivialities - the weather, the café, their respective journeys there. Nandu seemed nice enough, but his conversation lacked depth, revolving around his job in accounting and his fondness for cricket. Ankita listened, her responses polite but noncommittal, her mind wandering.

Then, out of the blue, Nandu asked, "So, Ankita, I hope it's alright to ask – have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

The question caught Ankita off-guard. She hesitated, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. "No, I haven't," she answered curtly, her discomfort evident. She wondered why her past mattered, why it was a topic in a conversation that already felt too structured, too forced.

Nandu nodded, a hint of relief in his expression. "Oh, good. I just wanted to know. You know how it is with families and expectations."

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur of uneventful chatter. Ankita was polite but distant, her answers short, her mind firmly made up. As they parted ways, with a promise to "think about it" and "let the parents know," Ankita felt a sense of relief wash over her.

The whole experience left Ankita contemplative. She realized that while she respected her culture and her parents' wishes, she yearned for something more - a connection, a spark, something that couldn't be found in arranged meet-ups and forced conversations. As she walked home, the sun setting in a blaze of colors, Ankita knew that her journey to find love would be on her own terms, in her own time.

As Ankita walked home, her thoughts were a swirling mix of emotions and reflections. The fading daylight cast long shadows on the path, mirroring the doubts and uncertainties in her heart. She pondered over her meeting with Nandu Laal, realizing it had solidified her desire for a love that was organic and spontaneous, not predetermined by familial arrangements.

Upon reaching home, her mother called her. She eagerly awaited her, her eyes brimming with questions. "So, how did it go? Did you like him?" she asked, barely able to contain her curiosity.

Ankita sighed, knowing the conversation that lay ahead. "He's nice, Ma, but there was no connection. I didn't feel the spark I was hoping for," she explained gently, bracing herself for her mother's reaction.

Her mother's face fell slightly, a mixture of disappointment and concern etching her features. "But Ankita, these things take time. You can't expect to feel something right away," she reasoned, her tone a blend of hope and apprehension.

Ankita sat down beside her mother, taking her hands in a gesture of understanding and affection. "I know you want what's best for me, but I need to feel that connection, that rightness. I don't want to settle in something as important as marriage," Ankita expressed, her words heartfelt and sincere.

Her mother looked into her eyes, searching for an assurance, a promise of happiness. "I just want you to be happy, beta. But you have to think about our traditions, our culture," she implored.

Ankita nodded, acknowledging her mother's concerns. "I respect our traditions, Ma, but I also believe I should have a say in my own life, especially in matters of the heart. I need to find someone who understands me, who connects with me beyond the surface."

The conversation stretched into the evening, with Ankita explaining her perspective and her mother slowly coming to understand her daughter's need for a love that was self-chosen. It was a difficult, emotional discussion, filled with moments of disagreement and understanding.

As night fell, a quiet understanding settled between them. Ankita's mother, though still worried, agreed to give her more time, to let her find her own path in love and life. Ankita felt a deep gratitude for her mother's willingness to listen and adapt.

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, the moon casting a soft glow through her window, she felt a sense of empowerment. She knew the road ahead would be challenging, filled with societal expectations and familial pressures, but she also knew she had taken the first step towards living life on her own terms, towards finding a love that was true to her heart.


The following days for Ankita were a blend of introspection and quiet rebellion. Her conversations with her mother had opened a door to mutual understanding, albeit a door that creaked with the weight of generations of tradition and expectation. Ankita felt empowered by her decision to seek a love that resonated with her soul, but she was also acutely aware of the balancing act it required within her family and community.

Her days were filled with the usual routines - work, meeting friends, and occasional gatherings. But beneath the surface, there was a newfound determination in Ankita. She started to explore her own desires and aspirations more deeply, understanding that her journey to find love was also a journey of self-discovery.

Meanwhile, her parents, particularly her mother, were caught in a whirlwind of emotions. They were torn between their deep-rooted beliefs in the traditions of arranged marriage and their love for Ankita, which made them want to see her happy and fulfilled on her own terms. Conversations at home often skirted around the topic of marriage, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they were all navigating.

In her quest for self-discovery, Ankita found solace in her hobbies. She rekindled her love for painting, allowing her emotions to flow through the brush onto the canvas, creating vibrant expressions of her inner turmoil and hopes. Her art became a sanctuary, a place where she could be utterly herself without judgment or expectation.

One evening, as she sat in a café, her eyes lost in the hues of the sunset, she realized how much she had grown. She was no longer the woman who sat across from Nandu Laal, uncertain and confined by expectations. She had evolved into someone who understood the value of her own happiness and the importance of carving out a path defined by her own choices and desires.

Ankita's story was not just about the search for love. It was about the journey of a young woman navigating the complexities of tradition and modernity, of familial duty and personal happiness. It was a testament to the courage it takes to stand up for one's own beliefs and the beauty of finding oneself amidst the chaos of expectations.

As the sky turned from orange to a deep blue, Ankita smiled to herself, a sense of peace settling in her heart. She knew her journey was far from over, but she was ready to face whatever came her way, armed with the knowledge that her happiness was her own to find and cherish.

Ankita's mother called her one evening, a hesitant quiver in her voice, reflecting a mix of hope and concern. "Ankita, beta, I've been thinking," she began cautiously, "Maybe you should give Nandu Laal another chance. Sometimes, understanding takes more than one meeting."

Ankita, surprised by her mother's request, felt a wave of unease. She respected her mother's perspective, but the thought of meeting Nandu again didn't sit well with her. Despite her reservations, she agreed, driven by a sense of duty and a faint hope that perhaps her mother could be right.

The second meeting with Nandu was arranged at the same quaint café, its walls now familiar to Ankita. As she sat across from him, the initial awkwardness from their first encounter seemed to have lessened. Nandu appeared more at ease, and the conversation flowed more naturally than before.

However, just as Ankita was beginning to reconsider her initial impression of Nandu, he asked a question that left her utterly shocked. "Ankita, I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you a virgin?"

The question hung in the air like a thick fog, heavy and uncomfortable. Ankita felt a rush of emotions - shock, anger, disbelief. She looked at Nandu, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Excuse me? I don't think that's an appropriate question to ask," she responded, her voice trembling with a mix of indignation and shock.

Nandu seemed to realize his blunder immediately. "I'm sorry, Ankita. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that... well, in our culture, these things are considered important," he stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Ankita took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing. "Yes, I am a virgin, but that is my private matter. And it should not be a condition or a question in a conversation like this. I'm here to understand if we can connect on a deeper, more personal level, not to be judged on such criteria," she said firmly, her voice laced with assertiveness.

Nandu nodded, his expression remorseful. "I'm really sorry, Ankita. I didn't mean to judge you. It's just the pressure from family and society... sometimes it gets to me too," he apologized, his voice low and sincere.

Ankita could see the genuine regret in Nandu's eyes, and part of her empathized with the societal pressures he too was under. However, the incident had made her realize that their values and perspectives were too different. She appreciated his apology but knew in her heart that a relationship between them wouldn't work.

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur of strained politeness. As they parted ways, Ankita felt a sense of closure. She knew she had made the right decision, not just for herself but for both of them.

Back home, Ankita recounted the incident to her mother, who listened with a mix of surprise and disappointment. "I'm sorry, beta," her mother said softly, "I didn't realize how different things have become, how different you both are."

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, she felt a sense of empowerment and clarity. She had stood up for her beliefs and her dignity. She knew that her journey to find love might be challenging, but she was determined to find someone who respected her and shared her values. The path ahead was uncertain, but Ankita felt ready to walk it with her head held high.



Nandu asks her mom for a third meeting.. he sincerely apologizes for his line of questioning. He admits that he is inexperienced with relationships and felt inferior. Ankita's mom is impressed and smiles. Nandu is not a good looking or attractive person but he is very good but he needs to be trained.. maybe Ankita can marry him Ankita's mom thinks to herself. She informs Ankita that she has to meet him again one final time.

Nandu, despite the awkwardness of their previous encounter, reached out to Ankita, requesting a third meeting. His persistence was a mix of traditional respect and a genuine wish to make amends. Reluctantly, Ankita agreed, curious about Nandu's intentions and moved by his apparent sincerity.

The third meeting took place in a small, serene park, a change from the café setting. The open space, surrounded by greenery and the soft murmur of the city in the distance, created a more relaxed atmosphere. Ankita sat on a bench, watching the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

Nandu arrived, his demeanor noticeably humble. He greeted Ankita with a polite nod and sat beside her, maintaining a respectful distance. There was an earnestness in his eyes, a clear indication that he had given much thought to this meeting.

"Ankita, I want to sincerely apologize for my earlier question. It was inappropriate and disrespectful," he began, his voice steady but filled with remorse. "I realize I've been influenced by certain societal norms and expectations, but that's no excuse. I was wrong, and I'm truly sorry."

Ankita listened, surprised by his candidness. Nandu continued, "I also want to admit that I am inexperienced in matters of relationships and intimacy. I've always felt a bit inferior about it, and I guess that led to my awkward questioning. I'm still learning, and I hope you can forgive my ignorance."

There was a vulnerability in Nandu's confession that Ankita hadn't expected. She saw a different side of him - not just the unattractive, naive man she had initially perceived, but someone honest and willing to admit his faults and insecurities.

Ankita smiled, a genuine smile that reflected her appreciation for his honesty. "Thank you for being so open, Nandu. I understand it's not easy to admit such things, and I respect your sincerity."

As they talked, Ankita observed Nandu more closely. He might not have been conventionally good-looking or charming, but there was an innocence about him, a naivety that was endearing in its own way. His willingness to learn and grow was evident, and it struck a chord with Ankita.

In a moment of introspection, Ankita thought to herself, "Maybe I can marry him. He's not what I envisioned, but perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye. He's honest and earnest, and maybe, just maybe, he's someone I can help shape and grow with."

The meeting ended on a positive note, with both Ankita and Nandu feeling a sense of understanding and mutual respect. Ankita left the park with a lot to think about. She hadn't made any decisions yet, but for the first time, she considered the possibility of a future with Nandu, not just as a partner but as someone she could guide and grow alongside.

As she walked home, Ankita realized that relationships are not just about finding the perfect person, but also about understanding, compassion, and the willingness to see beyond the surface. Her journey of love and self-discovery continued, now with a new perspective and an open mind.

Later that evening, after returning home from her thoughtful meeting with Nandu in the park, Ankita was still processing the day's events. The house was quiet, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts she was experiencing. As she sat in her room, her phone rang, displaying Nandu's name on the screen. Curious and a bit apprehensive, she answered the call.

"Hello, Ankita," Nandu's voice came through, sounding hesitant yet earnest. "I've been thinking about our talk today, and I was wondering if... if you would consider being intimate with me."

Ankita felt a jolt of surprise and discomfort at his request. The directness of his question, especially after their recent conversations, took her aback. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

"Nandu, I'm surprised you're asking this. I value our recent conversations, and I thought you understood where I stand," she began, her voice calm but firm. "I am a traditional person in many ways, and for me, intimacy is something that comes after marriage. It's a personal choice, and I'm not ready to change that."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Ankita could sense Nandu's disappointment. "I understand, Ankita," he finally said, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and sadness. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's just that... I have feelings for you, and I thought maybe..."

Ankita interrupted gently, "I appreciate your feelings, Nandu, but we need to respect each other's boundaries and beliefs. What you're asking goes against my values, and it's important for me to stay true to them."

Nandu sighed, a sound of resignation. "You're right, Ankita. I respect your decision and your beliefs. I'm sorry for overstepping."

The conversation ended shortly after, with Nandu apologizing once more before hanging up. Ankita sat there for a while, the phone still in her hand, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She respected Nandu's honesty and his willingness to understand her perspective, but his request had made her question the nature of their growing relationship.

That night, as Ankita lay in bed, she pondered the complexities of relationships and the importance of mutual respect and understanding. She realized that while Nandu had many qualities she admired, their values and expectations might not align as she had hoped. This realization was yet another step in her journey, a reminder of the importance of staying true to oneself in the quest for love and companionship.



Ankita, feeling stressed gets out of her bed, she pours herself a glass of Vodka. The room is dimly lit, creating a calming atmosphere. She takes a sip, letting the sweet taste soothe her nerves. As she pours a second glass, there's a knock at the door.


Ankita, slightly startled: "Who could that be at this hour?"

She quickly adjusts her night dress to look presentable and heads to the door. Upon opening it, she finds Amrish and Deepak standing outside, looking cheerful.
Ankita, surprised: "Deepak! Nice to finally see you! "
Amrish, with a friendly smile: "We were just passing by and thought to check on you. Hope we're not disturbing?"
Deepak, nodding: "Yeah, we noticed your lights on. All good?"
Ankita, smiling: "Of course, you're always welcome. Come in, come in!"
They enter the living room, taking in the warm and inviting space. Ankita gestures towards the sofa.
Ankita: "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? I was just having some Vodka."
Amrish: "That sounds refreshing, actually. Yes, please!"
Deepak: "I'd love some too, thank you."
Ankita pours two more glasses of Vodka and hands them to her guests. They each take a sip, appreciating the flavor.
Deepak: "This is really good! What's in it?"
Ankita: "It's a mix of orange, apple. I find it quite relaxing."
Amrish: "It's delicious and so soothing. Perfect for a late-night chat."
They all sit back, sipping their drinks, the room filled with a sense of comfort and friendship.

[sominoru]

In the dimly lit living room of Ankita's home, the soft murmur of conversation blends with the clinking of glasses. Deepak, Amrish, and Ankita are lounging comfortably, the air rich with the scent of fruity vodka and laughter.

Deepak, sitting in an armchair with a relaxed posture, raises his glass. "To old friends and new memories," he toasts, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Amrish, already a bit tipsy, chuckles heartily, his speech slightly slurred. "And to Ankita's impeccable taste in vodka," he adds, raising his glass a bit too enthusiastically, some of the golden liquid sloshing onto his hand.

Ankita, seated elegantly on the couch, her legs crossed, laughs melodiously. "I'm glad you both are enjoying," she says, her eyes twinkling in the soft light.

As the night wears on, Amrish's speech becomes more slurred, his movements more uncoordinated. He attempts to stand, swaying dangerously.

"Whoa there, Amrish," Deepak says, concern lacing his tone as he stands up swiftly to steady his friend.

Ankita's smile fades into a look of concern. "I think it's time for Amrish to get some rest," she suggests gently, her gaze shifting from Amrish to Deepak.

"Yeah, you're right," Deepak agrees, slipping one of Amrish's arms over his shoulder. "Come on, buddy, let's get you to bed."

Ankita leads the way to her bedroom, opening the door for them. The room is serene, bathed in soft, warm light.

"Here we go, Amrish," Deepak says, easing him onto the bed with a grunt. "Sleep it off, man."

Amrish mumbles something incoherent, already half-asleep, his breathing deepening.

Ankita dbangs a blanket over Amrish, her movements gentle and caring. "He'll be fine after a good night's sleep," she assures Deepak, her voice soft.

Back in the living room, the atmosphere has shifted to a quieter, more reflective mood. Deepak and Ankita sit back down, their conversation meandering from memories to present-day musings.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Ankita's expression brightens with an idea. "Deepak, I would you like to see your office downstairs. Can you show me? I want to see something."

"Sure, I'd love to," Deepak replies, intrigued.

They make their way to Deepak's office, down stairs.  

As the night deepens outside, the two friends continue their conversation in the quiet security of Deepak's office, a bond of friendship and shared interests keeping them engaged for an hour or so.

In the quiet of Deepak's office, the glow of the security monitors casting a soft light on their faces, the conversation takes a sudden, unexpected turn.

"So, Deepak, there's something I need to discuss with you," Ankita begins, her tone shifting to something more serious. She pauses, taking a deep breath. "It's about the elevator footage you have... the one with the woman pushing Salim out."

Deepak's expression changes from casual interest to surprise. "What about it?"

Ankita hesitates for a moment, then says, "That woman... it was me."

Deepak's eyes widen in shock. "You? But... Amrish told me about it, and I didn't believe him."

Ankita nods solemnly, her gaze dropping. "Yes, it's true. I'm sorry, Deepak. I was in a hurry that day and in a bad mood. It was wrong of me."

Deepak's mind races, trying to process this revelation. "Ankita, that's... that's serious. Why did you do that?"

Ankita's voice is low, filled with regret. "I know, and I regret it deeply. Deepak, can you delete that footage?"

Deepak frowns, troubled. "Delete it? But Ankita, that's evidence."

Ankita's expression shifts, a hint of desperation creeping in. "Please, Deepak. I'll make it worth your while."

Deepak's expression hardens. "Amrish also mentioned you gave him a blowjob for his cooperation. Is that true?"

Ankita sighs, a resigned look crossing her face. "Yes, that's true. What do you want for your silence, Deepak?"

Deepak leans back in his chair, his mind working quickly. "I don't know, Ankita. This is serious. I want more than just a blowjob."

Ankita tries to negotiate, to charm her way out of the situation, but Deepak remains unmoved. It's clear that simple manipulation won't work on him.

"Alright, fine," Ankita concedes, her tone laced with reluctance. "I'll give you what you want."

Deepak nods, a mix of satisfaction and conflict evident in his expression. "Make sure you do, Ankita. You have to satisfy me."

The tension in the room is palpable as Ankita agrees to Deepak's terms. Deepak's stance is firm, driven by a sense of jealousy, while Ankita, though regretful, is caught in a web of her own making. The night, once filled with casual conversation and laughter, now ends with a heavy weight of moral dilemmas and uneasy agreements.

As the weight of the situation settles in the room, Ankita reaches for Deepak's pants, her movements slow, burdened with the gravity of her actions. She with a hesitant hand starts unzipping him. She gets on her knees.

Deepak, his gaze fixed on Ankita. "Remember, you have to please me! You pushed a man, Ankita. An old man! This could have had serious consequences."

Ankita nods, her face etched with remorse. "I know, Deepak. I deeply regret it. I... I wasn't thinking straight. It was a moment of frustration that I wish I could take back."

Deepak's expression remains stern. "I hope you learn from this, Ankita. And I expect you to apologize to Salim. He deserves that much, at least."

Ankita agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will. I'll apologize to Salim. Thank you for not making this public, Deepak."

Deepak's face still reflecting his internal conflict. "It's not about escaping, Ankita. It's about doing what's right. I'll keep this between us for now, but I expect you to make things right with Salim."

Ankita stands as well, her posture deflated, a stark contrast to her usually confident demeanor. "I will, Deepak. And... I'm sorry for putting you in this position."

Deepak nods, his face softening slightly. "We all make mistakes, Ankita. But we also have to face the consequences. Make sure you do."

As Ankita unzipped Deepak's jeans, his dick was erect and stood out pressing against his underwear. She then pulled his underwear down, and his thick and strong cock sprung out. His dick was dark black, an angry vibrant purple head with a vanilla like precum, glistened under the room's light, the cock head was smooth and inviting.

Holding the dick firmly, Ankita brought it to her mouth, her lips parting in anticipation. The first taste was a salty mess of sour precum that contrasted sharply with the fruity vodka she drank earlier. As his dick touched her tongue, Deepak began to moan instantly, coating her taste buds with his manhood.

Deepak felt each lick, as Ankita started moving her tongue slowly over the surface of his dick. He was relishing the way it cooled in her mouth and left a trail of salty flavor. As she continued, he started cumming slightly, small rivulets of semen beginning to trickle down the dick. She carefully caught these with her tongue, ensuring not a drop was wasted.

With each lick, Deepak felt more and more ecstatic. Ankita adjusted her grip, tilting the dick to access every last bit of the dripping cum.  Ankita was lost in the moment, absorbed in giving Deepak the pleasure of a blowjob.

Enough though Deepak tried to control himself, he couldn't he was about to cum in her mouth. He held her head tightly and rocked his manhood vigorously using her mouth as if it were a pussy.. then he came deep in her throat. Ankita was gagging but managed to swallow his semen entirely. 

With that, Deepak takes his dick out of Ankita's mouth, his steps heavy, reflecting the burden of the secret he now carries. Ankita watches him go, a mix of gratitude and guilt in her eyes. The room, once a place of friendly conversation, now feels like a silent witness to a moral crossroad.

As Deepak zips his manhood back. Ankita sinks onto the couch, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. The night's revelations have altered the dynamics of their friendship, introduced a complex layer of moral and ethical dilemmas. She knows that the path ahead will be challenging, a test of character and integrity. The quiet of the room envelops her as she contemplates her next steps, the stillness punctuated by the distant ticking of a clock, marking the passage of time and the weight of decisions made.

"Now, can you delete the footage? You got what you wanted!", Ankita muttered. Her lips are covered with Deepak's cum. Deepak throws a towel at her and she wipes her mouth.

"Getting what I want?", Deepak looked at her seriously. 

"We are just getting started. I already told you I want more!"

Deepak was fixing a couple of drinks for the both of them. He gave one to Ankita and he placed another one on the table. 

Ankita quickly drank the entire peg. She really needed the relief after what happened just now. 

[sominoru]

Ankita and Deepak, feeling very tipsy from their drinks, settled into the cozy ambiance of the room. The soft glow of the night lamp cast a warm light, enhancing the intimate atmosphere. They switched on the television, the screen illuminating the room with scenes from a romantic song.

Deepak, with a playful naughty smile from having too much alcohol, patted his lap, inviting Ankita to join him. "Come here, you'll be more comfortable," he said with a gentle tone. Ankita, hesitantly, made her way over and sat on his lap. They adjusted themselves into a comfortable cuddle, Deepak's arms encircling Ankita's waist. Ankita's enormous and perfect ass was extremely tempting and it was turning Deepak on. She could feel his dick slowly getting harder but she did not say anything.

The song played on, but Deepak's attention was only partially on the screen. He was more engrossed in the little world he had created on the couch. Deepak whispered something about the song, and Ankita laughed drunkenly, her head leaning back against his shoulder.

"Isn't this nice?" Deepak murmured, his voice barely above the movie's soundtrack. Ankita nodded, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. "Perfect," he replied, his eyes meeting hers with affection.

As the song progressed, their conversation continued in hushed tones, interspersed with comfortable silences.

Deepak, at one point, brushed a strand of hair from Ankita's face, his fingers lingering for a moment on her cheek. "You know, you're even more beautiful in this light," he said softly. Ankita blushed with uncertainty. He leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.

The warmth of their embrace, the soft murmurs of their voices, and the emotional depth of the song created a romantic and heartfelt scene. He was lost in her presence, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in such a cozy and loving setting.

As the song neared its end, Ankita rested her head against Deepak's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. They remained like this, content and wrapped up in each other's presence, as the credits rolled and the screen faded to black. The night was a beautiful blend of romance, comfort, and the deep connection he felt with her.

As the song ended, the room returned to its quiet state, with only the occasional sound from outside disturbing the peace. Ankita and Deepak remained in their embrace, he was eager to not break the moment.

Deepak looked down at Ankita, his eyes reflecting the soft light. "How about a movie? Or we could just sit here and talk," he suggested, his voice tinged with contentment. Ankita looked up, her expression thoughtful. "Talking sounds okay." she replied, her tone cold.

They shifted slightly, making themselves more comfortable. Ankita nestled closer to Deepak, her head still resting against his chest. 

At one point, Deepak's voice grew softer, more serious. "You know, moments like these... they mean the world to me, Ankita. Being here with you, it's everything," he said sincerely. Ankita was quiet. "I see! Deepak, you should delete the footage!," she replied.

Deepak felt irritated. "I said I will delete it. Don't ask again!"

She was still sitting on Deepak's lap when she reached out for another peg of whiskey.

As Ankita sipped her glass of whiskey, she felt her world beginning to spin around her, gathering momentum, till the glass slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor. 

Deepak looked at her and he smiled. He got up and then laid her out on the large sofa. He gazed at her appreciatively. Her top straps had fallen off her shoulders, baring her ample breasts clad in the skimpy, transparent blue top. The light from the stand lamp made her fair skin shine through the thin material, clearly outlining her black bra. Her bare stomach and deep navel, accentuated by the skirt worn low, looked extremely erotic. He looked down at her and moved in like a wolf closing in on a doe asleep in the forest. He went down on his knees near her feet and slowly lifted her skirt up to her waist. Her soft fair thighs came into view with the flimsy black panty nestling between them. He stroked her thighs and spread them apart and placed his palm on her panty clad pussy.

Ankita felt like her entire body was on fire. She was feeling very aroused. The whiskey got rid of her inhibitions. Deepak also had a little too much. He had vodka earlier and now whiskey. But his deep desire to enjoy Ankita kept him trying hard to control of his mind. 

"It's okay Deepak!", Ankita laughed loudly and drunkenly. "I know what you really want. But we can do it again later tomorrow. I am not going to run away". She was smiling as she said this. 

Deepak slowly unbuttoned her top and was caressing her breasts. He slipped the bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the cups down to reveal the lush globes with stiffening nipples. Tenderly he palmed them and started to squeeze gently, softly pinching the nipples to cause them to stiffen to hard points. He quickly removed his pants and was rubbing his hardening dick through his underwear.

Ankita felt electricity within her veins. She removed her bra and top and threw it to the side. Deepak is going to fuck her. No other possibility. It had to be done. Might as well make it quick. She absentmindedly reached for the whiskey bottle and had another sip. " this should help!", she thought to herself.

Deepak became busy between her thighs, as he hungrily tongued her pussy through her now wet panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and peeled them off her thighs until they were completely off. He resumed his position as he spread her thighs apart vulgarly and inserted first one, then two fingers deep into her slopping wet pussy. With his free hand he removed his underwear. His cock rose swiftly to rigid attention at the sight of a near naked Ankita. He stroked his cock, peeling the foreskin back to reveal an angry purple cockhead, to rock hardness. He extricated his fingers from Ankita's pussy and rubbed the juices on his shaft.

He knelt down in between her legs again and shafted her pussy with his tongue, holding the lips apart so that he could nibble her clit. Deep into her pussy he probed, clamping down on her mons veneris gently with his teeth. He squeezed her thighs till his fingers left impressions on her fair skin; he bit them leaving bite marks. 

Ankita involuntarily tried to shut her thighs close, and he was then rubbing his hard organ on her wet pussy lips. Deepak felt bad. 
Seeing his changed expressions. Ankita opened her legs again. 

"Ankita, if you are not interested we don't have to do it! I will delete the footage anyways", Deepak emotionally replied. 

"Stop overacting! Lets get this done and over with", Ankita said and she half smiled at him. 

He quickly eased his thick cock into her; it traveled deep inside as he buried himself into her pussy completely. The first thing Ankita realized as she started to feel the effect of alcohol was this very pleasant sensation in her pussy, as if it was on fire, a fire which quenched her thirst - for what she did not know. At the same time her mouth felt sore and her chest heavy. The alcohol made her dehydrated and thirsty.

All these sensations she felt in a fraction of a second. Deepak's tempo increased. She could feel Deepak's heavy and strong hands fondling her breasts. As her ass cheeks lay on the sofa Deepak withdrew his dick from her pussy and then rubbed his cock on her pussy lips, then he had another thrust inside her. She felt this thing deep inside her stretching her pussy wide apart, she felt his hands moving from her breasts to holding her thighs apart, and this thing was moving rapidly in and out of her, churning her body into a vortex of desire. She became aware of her own nudity, and in a flash it dawned on her that she was being fucked, by a lowly office clerk. Her cheeks became red with shame. She wanted to get the whole thing over quickly but it was looking like Deepak is going to take his time and thoroughly fuck her.

Deepak was fucking her and doing such a good job, that inspite of everything she could feel that her pussy was alive and on fire. Every stroke ignited her body and her innards convulse with desire. Deepak reached down and held her arms and pinned them to her sides,

 She heard him say, "Ankita Madam, you are such a beautiful woman! Your pussy is gripping me tightly! Just lie back and enjoy it, you will never forget tonight!." 

The more she tried to control her facial expressions, the more she excited him. Suddenly, she heard him moaning, "Fuck you Bitch!.. aaah.. ahh.. aahhhh, your pussy is so juicy, can you hear it?" She could feel his rock hard dick that was embedded deep inside her exciting her. She didn't know what excited her, the scalding comment, the fact that she was being fucked by an ugly low class guy or the fact that there was an undeniably vulgar squishy sound emanating from her pussy as his prick moved in and out like a well greased piston. Her nipples were tingling, begging to be sucked as he took them in between in fingers and rolled them like marbles. As she fell back, her mouth opened instinctively and she started moaning harder.. "ufff... hnnngg... mmmpfff.. aaaah.. agggg.. mmmmaa". Suddenly she realized that she was beginning to enjoy the fuck, as she started to move her body up and down his shaft.

Deepak gave a short snort as he realized that she was beginning to enjoy and increased the tempo of his movements. He clutched her breasts harder and kissed her beautiful face. He started to move his lips down to suck her hard swollen nipples. This was like setting a lit taper to dry leaves and Ankita began to shudder and moan even more loudly.

All the shame and guilt of being fucked disappeared from her mind as began to rock with the motion of Deepak's barrage of thrusts. She felt a flood break rose somewhere deep inside her and a wave of heat washed over her body, she was going to cum and send out all the signals to him that she was actually enjoying what was happening. She made one desperate attempt to stop herself but it was too powerful by then. Wave after wave of tremors coursed through her as she released her load of come somewhere deep inside, she had managed to moan heartily as waves of pleasure flooded her.

His cock began to twitch inside Ankita, as he felt her cum, and he withdrew it to the hilt, waited for a second before plunging it all the way back inside as his come rose up to meet Ankita's. He discharged deep inside her with a mighty grunt, saying, "Oh madam, Oh madam, Oh madam", over and over again. As he struggled to move out of the way,

He was completely spent. He laid on top of Ankita. His face was between her two large breasts. He cupped both of her breasts with his hands and kissed the side of her boobs. 

He then moved towards her face. "That was an amazing experience! Ankita! I feel lucky!"

He tried to kiss her but she moved her head to the side. He tried again but she avoided the lip to lip kiss. 

He embraced her tightly and kissed her neck and they both fell asleep in that position.

[sominoru]

As Ankita woke up from her sleep, what happened previously lingered in her mind, blending with the soft lamp light that spread through Deepak's room. She lay there for a moment, her head heavy with the haze of alcohol, feeling Deepak's presence beside her. With a gentle push, she distanced herself from him, her movements slow and deliberate, driven by a desire for the comfort of her own room. She wanted to sleep in her own bed. Muttering a soft "Sorry," to Deepak, who barely moved, she collected her clothes scattered around the room and dressed in silence.

Her walk back to her apartment was a haze, her steps shaky but firm. When she got back, she quickly showered to wash off the night, letting the warm water wash away the buzz from the drinks. Wearing her nightgown, she felt really tired. Her bed called to her, offering the deep sleep she really needed.

As she collapsed onto the bed, the world seemed to spin for a moment before settling into a still, comforting darkness. But the bed was not empty. Amrish, her unexpected bedfellow, lay there, a silent testament to the night's unpredictability. With a gentle nudge, she moved him over, making room for herself. The movement roused Amrish from his sleep, his senses slowly registering Ankita's presence beside him.

"What's up... Ankita?" His voice was groggy, laced with confusion and surprise.

"It's okay, Amrish. Go back to sleep," she whispered, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. There was no room for explanations, not in that tired moment on the edge of sleep.

Feeling her beside him, Amrish's instincts took over, his arm reaching out to encircle her, pulling her closer in a warm embrace. The contact was comforting, familiar in its own right, and without a word, Ankita nestled into him. There was no resistance, only the silent acceptance of their shared warmth.

"Goodnight, Ankita," Amrish murmured into the darkness, his voice fading as sleep reclaimed him.

"Goodnight," she replied, a hint of a smile touching her lips, her earlier reservations melting away in the comfort of their embrace.

Right there, in the gentle embrace of Amrish, surrounded by the quiet of the night and leaving behind the chaos of the night, they fell into a calm sleep. The room was silent except for their soft breathing, showing how life can surprise you, creating moments of closeness when you least expect it.

Amrish felt Ankita's heavy thick breasts and he started to squeeze them and massage them. Ankita was getting irritated. 
"Not now, Amrish. Lets sleep! She moved his hands away from her breasts. She then tightly hugged him. She just wanted to sleep. Not have one more sex session with Amirsh. 

But, Amrish's instincts became strong.

[sominoru]

He couldn't resist the urge that surged through him, fueled by desire and the closeness of Ankita in his arms. Ignoring her gentle attempts to deflect his advances, Amrish's hands wandered over her body, seeking a response that Ankita was not willing to give. In the darkness of the room, his touch felt intrusive, unwelcome against Ankita's silent plea for rest.

Ankita's patience wore thin as Amrish persisted, his actions turning forceful and insistent. With a sudden surge of strength, she pushed him away, her voice firm as she demanded, "Stop, Amrish. I said no."

His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden defiance, the haze of desire lifting momentarily to reveal the shock on his face. 

“Please, Ankita! I will make sure that you won’t face any trouble with the p..olice.”

“I know everything!”

Ankita's voice was steady, her determination clear. She didn't back down from the confrontation; instead, she stared at Amrish, her eyes unwavering.

"You think you can control me by threatening me with the p..olice?" Ankita asked, her voice low and dangerous. "You're wrong, Amrish. I won't be controlled by you or anyone else."

“Are you sure? You don’t know anything about inspector Ajanta”, Amrish countered.

Ankita softened up.

She felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of Inspector Ajanta. The name sparked a glimmer of fear in her eyes, memories of a past Deepak had fought hard to bury resurfacing in her mind. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, Ankita's confidence crumbled, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath her steely exterior.

"What do you want from me, Amrish?" Ankita's voice wavered slightly, betraying the fear that crept into her heart.

Amrish's expression softened as he took in Ankita's sudden vulnerability. His features contorted with a mix of regret and longing, his own inner turmoil mirroring Ankita's.

"I don't want to hurt you, Ankita. I never did," Amrish confessed, his voice heavy with resignation.

Ankita studied him for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in as understanding dawned on her.

“I just want to enjoy you for 1 night. I am crazy about you!”

Ankita sighed. She thought deeply.

“Only for this one time. okay!”

Amrish's face lit up with a mix of relief and excitement, grateful for Ankita's decision. Without another word, he pulled her close, his touch now gentle and tender, a stark contrast to his earlier insistence. Sensing her hesitance, Amrish proceeded with caution, his movements slow and deliberate as he sought to bridge the gap between them.

He pulled over her night dress and threw it into a corner.

Ankita couldn't help but feel a pang of embarrassment as her nightdress landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. She forced herself to relax, reminding herself that this was just a one-time thing and soon, she could return to her normal life, untouched by the events of this day.



Amrish, despite his eagerness, was careful not to push too far. He wanted this moment to be special, something Ankita would remember fondly. He cupped Ankitas massive breasts and squeezed them hard. He started sucking on her nipple hard and bit it gently. Ankita moaned softly, a mix of pleasure and pain washing over her. She tried to remain detached from the moment, telling herself that she was just compromising with Amrish for the night. But as his touch became more intimate, heating her body with a fire she couldn't deny, she found herself losing control.

“Look at me Ankita!”, he thundered. Her eyes locked into his.

He made her two nipples touch each other. Then he put both in his mouth and started sucking and pulling them.

She watched helplessly and felt his strong suction force on her nipples which were very sensitive. 

Her moans grew louder, her breaths coming out in short gasps. She couldn't help it, the pleasure that Amrish was inflicting on her was overwhelming. In that moment, she forgot about everything else, the troubles of the previous night, the fear, the uncertainty. There was only him, his touch, his mouth, his hands, and the joyous burning sensation that swept through her body.

Amrish, sensing her surrender, continued his advances, pushing past her initial reluctance, his hunger for her growing with every passing moment. 

After a few minutes he traveled down and pushed her legs apart. 

He pulled her labia apart and started to lick her clit in circles, thrusting his tongue in and out as her juices flowed.

Ankita cried out in pleasure, her body arching towards him. The sensations were too much for her to bear, and she clutched at the bedsheets, her entire being focused on the fire he was igniting within her.

She looked down. 

Amrish's eyes met hers, and she saw a deep desire and lust in his soul. However, she knew it was just this one night, and she mustered the strength to push these feelings aside.

As Amrish continued to pleasure her, Ankita felt herself slipping deeper into the haze of her own desire. She found herself responding to his every touch, her body seemingly of its own accord. She felt a growing tension within her, a pulsing need that seemed to demand satisfaction.

He was passionately licking her pussy. She could feel her orgasm building with every lick. 

As the waves of ecstasy washed over her, Ankita knew she was surrendering to him completely. 

Amrish noticed her star shaped puckered asshole. He slowly inserted a finger there.

Ankita gasped at the unexpected invasion, her eyes widening in surprise. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet it sent jolts of pleasure rushing through her, mingling with the intensifying need building within her.

Her body bucked beneath his skilled touch, her moans growing louder with each passing moment. The desire in her soul was now uncontrollable, and she knew that Amrish had her completely in his grasp.

Her orgasm approached swiftly, the tension within her growing with each passing second. The feeling was intoxicating, and she knew that there was no turning back. 

Amrish's dick was ready. 

He positioned himself at the entrance of her wet, waiting pussy. 

Ankita closed her eyes, feeling the anticipation building. She was both afraid and excited, unsure of what was to come. But she knew that today, she would give herself to him completely.

As Amrish slowly entered her, Ankita felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. The sensation was exquisite, as if her body was made for his. She moaned softly, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

He began to thrust into her, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Ankita wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, almost as a reflex. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she knew that she would never be the same again.

As Amrish continued to thrust into her, Ankita felt herself reaching the edge. She tensed, her body ready to explode with pleasure.

Amrish was on top of her and was admiring the view.

Ankita: "Amrish, please... I can't take much more of this. It's... it's too intense."

Amrish: "I know, Ankita. But I can't hold back any longer. You feel so good, so right."

The sensation of Amrish's lips and tongue on her nipples sends a jolt of electricity through Ankita's body, causing her to arch back in pleasure.

Ankita feels a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as Amrish's mouth and teeth gently pull at her nipple, sending shivers down her spine. His hands caress her body, leaving trails of heat and pressure wherever they touch.

As Amrish continued thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy Ankita’s breath became heavier. Her mouth made a delicious O. Amrish then held her face steady while he was still fucking her and kissed her passionately and his tongue intertwined with hers.

“Why don’t we switch? You be on top of me!”, Amrish suggested.

Ankita hesitated for a moment, her thoughts churning with a mix of fear and uncertainty. However, she knew that this was only for one night. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Amrish's as she climbed on top of him.

His eyes followed her every move, his breath catching in his throat as she slowly lowered herself onto him, enveloping his cock in her tight pussy. The sensation was unlike anything Amrish had ever felt before, and he moaned softly, his body humming with pleasure.

Ankita's movements were slow and deliberate, her hips undulating in a rhythm that was both primal and sensuous. With each stroke, she felt the fire in her loins grow stronger, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Her eyes locked onto Amrish's, and she could see the hunger in his soul, reflected in his heavy-lidded gaze.

With a sudden surge of desire, Amrish reached up to cup Ankita's breasts, his fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a low moan from her. His touch was passionate but tender, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He leaned forward, his mouth closing around one of her nipples. His tongue flicked against it, causing Ankita to move her back in pleasure. Her fingers dug into his chest, her grip tightening as his mouth continued to tease her.

 

“Ankita, come closer!”

 

Ankita obliged, her body trembling with anticipation as she leaned in closer. Amrish's lips met hers in a searing kiss, their tongues entwining as they reveled in the intensity of their passion. His hands slid down her back, grasping her hips and pulling her closer still, their bodies now tightly intertwined.

Their movements became more urgent, their moans growing louder as the pleasure built to a feverish pitch. Amrish's thrusts became deeper, his hips slamming against Ankita's with each powerful stroke. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body electrified by the sensations coursing through her.

Amrish's eyes never left Ankita's as he watched her face transform with each wave of pleasure. Her features were flushed with passion, her eyes locked onto his as they reached the brink of ecstasy.

Their movements became more frenzied, Ankita's breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust as her body swayed back and forth. Her nipples, already hard from the earlier sucking and pulling, grew even more erect, peaking like small mountains under the soft, sensitive flesh of her aching skin.

Captivated by the sight, Amrish couldn't help but reach up and cup her breasts again, massaging the big firm globes and pulling on her nipples. Ankita gasped, her voice muffled by their passionate kiss as her body writhed above him.

The need for release grew stronger with each passing moment, the heat and intensity between them building to an explosive crescendo. Ankita's moans grew louder, her voice rising above the wild, animalistic noises emanating from Amrish.

As Amrish's thrusts grew deeper and  harder, Ankita felt a wave of blinding pleasure wash over her. She cried out, her body arching upwards as she felt her orgasm reach its peak. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her, leaving her breathless and weak.

Amrish felt it too, his cock pulsating inside her as he reached his own climax. He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking wildly as he released himself within her. Their bodies slammed together, their skin sticky with sweat and their breaths ragged as they continue to move in sync.

Finally, the intensity of the lustful exchange subsided, leaving them both panting and shaking with the aftershocks of their passion. They lay still for a moment, catching their breath as they stare into each other's eyes.

"Ankita, your body feels so incredible, I can't believe it's real," Amrish whispered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving the sight of her heaving chest. His fingers continued to caress her, leaving trails of pressure as he explored her curves.

"I can't get enough of you, Ankita. I want to touch every inch of your body. You feel so right, so perfect."

"You're making me feel things I've never felt before," he panted, his eyes locked onto hers as he tried to catch his breath. The intensity of their passion left them both breathless and him desperate for more.

"Amrish, your hands and your mouth, it's all... it's too intense. You should slow down.”

They lay there in peaceful sleep, the warmth of each other's bodies creating a cocoon of comfort. Hours passed, the world outside growing quiet as the sun rose high in the sky, casting a yellow glow through the window. Ankita stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to find him still asleep, his face relaxed in a state of rest. Gently removing herself from his embrace, she sat up and watched him for a moment. The room was filled with a sense of stillness, broken only by the sound of their steady breaths mingling in the air. With a sigh of relief, Ankita leaned down and tapped his forehead.

He got what he wanted from her. Things can now get back to normal.

"Amrish! You need to leave!"

[sominoru]

As soon as Amrish left. Ankita's mobile rang. It was her mom. 

Ankita: "Hi, Mom! What's up?"

Ankita's Mom: "Hi, Ankita. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

Ankita: "No, not at all. I’m at a home, relaxing. What's going on?"

Ankita's Mom: "I wanted to talk to you about Chintu. Do you remember him?"

Ankita: (smiling) "Of course I do, Mom. He was just a little boy the last time I saw him. I think he was ten, and I had just turned eighteen."

Ankita's Mom: "Yes, exactly. Well, he's grown up now. He is studying in Mumbai for his undergraduate degree."

Ankita: (surprised) "Really? Chintu is in Mumbai? That's amazing. I had no idea."

Ankita's Mom: "Yes, he’s new to the city and is depressed and could use some guidance. I thought you could meet him, help him a bit, and motivate him. You were always like a big sister to him. His mother is getting worried about him."

Ankita: "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll make sure he’s okay. Thanks for letting me know."

Ankita's Mom: "Thank you, dear. I knew I could count on you. Take care."

Ankita: "You too, Mom. Bye."

Ankita hangs up the phone and texts Chintu.

"Hi Chintu! This is Ankita! it seems our mothers are still looking out for us. Your mom just called mine. Lets meet tomorrow evening at Bombay Cafe if you are free!"

As Chintu walks into the café, he spots a familiar face sitting by the window. It's Ankita, engrossed in a book. He hesitates for a moment, memories flooding back, before he decides to approach her.

Chintu: (smiling) "Ankita? Is that really you?"

Ankita looks up from her book, a bit startled at first. Her eyes widen in shock, and a mix of recognition and surprise crosses her face.

Ankita: "Chintu?! Oh my gosh, look at you! You've grown so much!"

She gets up and gives him a friendly hug. Ankita steps back, her eyes still wide with surprise, and instinctively reaches out to touch Chintu's face affectionately.

Ankita: (teasingly) "What is this? A mustache and a beard? When did you grow up so fast? I can't believe it!"

Chintu blushes slightly, chuckling at her reaction.

Chintu: "Yeah, well, time does that. How have you been, Ankita?"

Ankita: (still teasing) "I remember you as this little kid who used to follow me around, and now you're a man with facial hair! I've been good, just busy with work and life. How about you?"

They sit down together, Ankita still shaking her head in disbelief.

Chintu: "I've been good! It's so strange seeing you after all these years. You look great, by the way. How are things with you?"

Ankita: "Thank you! I'm doing well, just busy with work and life, you know. It feels like just yesterday you were this little kid, and now you're all grown up!"

Chintu: "Time flies, huh? I remember you always helping me with my homework and giving me advice. I really appreciated that."

Ankita chuckles, reminiscing about the old days.

Ankita: "I remember that too. You were always so eager to learn. So, what are you up to now?"

Chintu: "I'm studying engineering at the university. It's been challenging but really rewarding. What about you? Are you still working in marketing?"

Ankita: "Yes, I'm still in marketing, but I've moved to a new position and got a promotion recently. It's been exciting, but also a lot of work."

As they continue catching up, Ankita notices a change in Chintu's demeanor. He seems hesitant and less talkative.

Ankita: "Chintu, what's up? You seem a bit off."

Chintu: "Oh, it's nothing. Just some stuff going on."

Ankita leans in, her expression turning serious.

Ankita: "Come on, Chintu. I know you better than that. What's really going on?"

Chintu sighs, looking down at his hands. After a moment of silence, he finally speaks up.

Chintu: "I've been struggling a bit financially. I'm running out of money, and I might get kicked out of my room soon."

Ankita's eyes soften with concern. She reaches out, placing a hand on Chintu's arm.

Ankita: "Oh, Chintu, I'm so sorry to hear that. Why didn't you say something sooner? Listen, you can stay with me until you get back on your feet. No arguments."

Chintu looks up, surprise and gratitude written all over his face.

Chintu: "Really? I don't want to be a burden, Ankita."

Ankita: "You could never be a burden. We've known each other for so long, and you were like a little brother to me. My place has plenty of room, and I'd love to help you out."

Chintu's eyes glisten with emotion as he nods, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

Chintu: "Thank you, Ankita. I don't know what to say."

Ankita: "You don't have to say anything. Just promise me you'll keep me updated and let me help if you need anything else."

They exchange another warm hug, and Chintu feels an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. The unexpected reunion has not only rekindled an old friendship but also provided him with the support he desperately needed.

Chintu: "I promise. Thank you so much, Ankita."

Ankita: "Anytime, Chintu. Let's get you settled and figure things out together."

As they leave the café, Chintu feels a renewed sense of connection and hope, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

Chintu arrives at Ankita's room with a small suitcase. Ankita welcomes him warmly, showing him around her cozy place.

Ankita: "Make yourself at home, Chintu. It's not much, but it's comfortable."

Chintu: "Thanks, Ankita. I really appreciate this."

As the evening progresses, they catch up more over dinner, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories about their lives. The conversation flows naturally, and they both feel the warmth of their renewed friendship.

When it's time to settle in for the night, Chintu looks around the living room, spotting the couch.

Chintu: "I guess I'll crash here on the couch. It looks comfy enough."

Ankita frowns slightly, shaking her head.

Ankita: "Don't be silly, Chintu. The couch isn't comfortable for sleeping. You can share the bed with me. It's big enough for both of us."

Chintu hesitates, feeling a bit awkward about the idea.

Chintu: "Are you sure? I don't want to make things weird."

Ankita smiles reassuringly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ankita: "It's not weird at all. We’re old friends, and you need a good night's rest. Come on, it'll be fine."

Chintu nods, feeling grateful and a bit relieved. They head to Ankita's bedroom, which is warm and inviting. The bed is indeed spacious, with soft, cozy blankets and fluffy pillows.

They both change into comfortable clothes for sleeping. Ankita wears a pair of pajamas, while Chintu opts for a simple t-shirt and shorts. As they get into bed, Ankita switches off the bedside lamp, casting the room into a gentle darkness illuminated only by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains.

They lie down, facing each other, a sense of nostalgia and comfort enveloping them.

Chintu: "Thanks again, Ankita. For everything."

Ankita: "You don't have to thank me, Chintu. I'm just glad I can help."

A few moments of silence pass, and then Ankita moves closer, wrapping an arm around Chintu in a gentle hug. Chintu responds by doing the same, and they find themselves nestled together, sharing warmth and comfort.

Ankita: (softly) "This feels nice. It's been a long time since I’ve felt this close to someone."

Chintu: "Yeah, me too. It’s comforting, like when we were kids and you'd watch out for me."

They both smile in the darkness, feeling the unspoken bond between them strengthen. As they hold each other, the sense of awkwardness fades away, replaced by a deep sense of ease and security.

Their breathing slows, synchronizing as they drift into a peaceful sleep. The warmth of their embrace provides a cocoon of safety, and both feel the stress and worries of the day melt away. Ankita feels a protective instinct kick in, while Chintu feels a sense of being cared for, something he has missed.

As the night progresses, they both sleep soundly, enveloped in a shared sense of belonging and trust. The gentle rise and fall of their breaths, the shared warmth, and the closeness remind them of the importance of connection and support in their lives.

As the night wears on, Chintu lies next to Ankita, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his. He tries to relax, but the softness of Ankita’s curves, particularly the gentle pressure of her heavy breasts against his chest, stirs unexpected feelings within him. He feels a rush of arousal, his heart pounding a bit faster. Instinctively, he hugs her tighter, his mind conflicted between embarrassment and longing.

Ankita stirs slightly, feeling the change in Chintu's embrace. She opens her eyes and looks at him, sensing something is off.

Ankita: (softly) "Chintu, is everything okay?"

Chintu hesitates, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

Chintu: "Uh, yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Ankita pulls back slightly, looking at him with concern.

Ankita: "You didn’t make me uncomfortable. You just seem...tense. Is something on your mind?"

Chintu sighs, feeling the need to be honest but unsure of how to express his feelings.

Chintu: "It's just...I don't know. I guess I’m not used to this kind of closeness. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way with someone."

Ankita studies his face for a moment, then decides to address the elephant in the room.

Ankita: "Chintu, do you have any woman in your life right now?"

Chintu looks away, feeling a bit vulnerable.

Chintu: "No, I don't. It's not like I haven't tried, but I guess I'm just not attractive enough. I always feel like I’m not good enough."

Ankita’s expression softens, and she places a hand on his cheek, gently turning his face back towards her.

Ankita: "Chintu, don’t say that. You’re a wonderful person, inside and out. Attractiveness isn’t just about looks; it’s about who you are as a person. You have so much to offer."

Chintu looks into her eyes, feeling a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

Chintu: "It's hard to believe that sometimes. I see so many guys who seem to have it all, and I just feel...invisible."

Ankita shakes her head, her eyes filled with empathy.

Ankita: "You are not invisible. You are kind, smart, and you have a heart of gold. Confidence comes from accepting yourself and recognizing your worth. You don’t have to be like anyone else; you just have to be you."

Chintu feels a warmth spread through him at her words, a flicker of hope igniting inside.

Chintu: "Thank you, Ankita. It means a lot to hear that from you."

Ankita smiles, leaning in to hug him again, this time with a comforting, reassuring embrace.

Ankita: "Anytime, Chintu. Remember, you’re perfect the way you are. Don’t worry about what others think. Focus on being the best version of yourself, and the right person will see that."

As they settle back into their embrace, Chintu feels a sense of relief and renewed confidence. The warmth and closeness they share are now filled with a deeper understanding and support, helping him to feel more at ease.

The night progresses peacefully, and they both drift off into a comfortable sleep, feeling secure and valued in each other’s presence. Their friendship, strengthened by honesty and compassion, brings a sense of comfort and belonging that they both cherish.

The next morning, Chintu wakes up to the soft sounds of a yoga program playing on the TV. He blinks his eyes open and is greeted by the sight of Ankita, already up and dressed in a pair of snug, sexy yoga pants and a matching top that accentuates her athletic figure. The sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on her as she moves gracefully through her yoga poses.



Ankita is fully immersed in her practice, bending, twisting, and stretching with a fluidity that showcases her flexibility and strength. Chintu watches in awe, momentarily forgetting his own presence in the room.

Ankita: (noticing him awake) "Good morning, sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"

Chintu rubs his eyes and sits up, feeling a bit shy but smiling.

Chintu: "Good morning. Yeah, I slept great, thanks to you."

Ankita: "I'm glad to hear that. How about joining me for some yoga? It's a great way to start the day and get energized."

Chintu hesitates, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Chintu: "I've never really done yoga before. I might just watch for now."

Ankita shakes her head, smiling warmly.

Ankita: "Nonsense! Yoga is for everyone, and I’ll help you with the poses. Come on, it'll be fun."

Feeling encouraged, Chintu gets out of bed and joins Ankita on the yoga mats. He mimics her movements, trying to follow along with the instructions on the TV. Ankita watches him with a smile, appreciating his effort.

Ankita: "Okay, let's start with a simple pose. Try the Downward Dog."

Chintu tries to mimic the pose, but his form is a bit off. Ankita steps closer, placing her hands on his shoulders to guide him.

Ankita: "Here, let me help you. Move your hands a bit forward... good, now lift your hips higher."

Chintu feels her hands on his shoulders, the warmth and gentle pressure sending a shiver down his spine. His heart starts to beat faster as she adjusts his posture.

Chintu: "Like this?"

Ankita: "Yes, that's much better. Now hold it and take deep breaths."

Chintu does his best to maintain the pose, but his mind is racing with the sensation of Ankita's touch. She moves around him, making minor adjustments, her hands briefly resting on his thighs to correct his alignment.

Ankita: "You're doing great, Chintu. Just relax and let your body stretch naturally."

Chintu nods, focusing on her voice and the warmth of her touch. He tries to follow her instructions, but the closeness and intimacy of the moment make it difficult to concentrate fully.

Chintu: "Thanks, Ankita. This is actually pretty nice."

Ankita smiles, moving to stand in front of him as she demonstrates the next pose.

Ankita: "Let's try a Warrior Pose next. Step one foot forward and bend your knee, keeping your back leg straight."

Chintu follows her lead, but his form is still a bit shaky. Ankita steps behind him, her hands gently guiding his hips and shoulders into the correct position.

Ankita: "There you go. Keep your chest open and your gaze forward."

Chintu feels her hands on his body, steadying him and providing support. His heart races again, but he tries to focus on her words and the pose.

Chintu: "Is this right?"

Ankita: "Perfect. You're a natural, Chintu. Just keep breathing and hold the pose."

As they move through the yoga routine, Chintu begins to feel more comfortable, his initial nervousness giving way to a sense of calm and focus. Ankita's gentle guidance and encouraging words help him relax and enjoy the experience.

After finishing the session, they both sit on the mats, breathing deeply and feeling the post-yoga relaxation wash over them.

As Ankita completes her yoga routine, sweat drips down her body, soaking her clothes. Her cleavage becomes moist and her tight buttocks are clearly defined. The outline of her aereola is visible through her wet shirt, with her nipple prominently protruding.

Ankita: "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Chintu: (smiling) "Not at all. Thanks for encouraging me to join you. I feel really good now."

Ankita: "I'm glad. Yoga is a great way to start the day and clear your mind. We should make this a regular thing while you're here."

Chintu nods, feeling a renewed sense of connection and appreciation for Ankita.

Chintu: "I'd like that. Thanks for being so patient with me."

Ankita: "Anytime, Chintu. It’s nice to have someone to share this with."

As they share a warm smile, Chintu feels a deep sense of gratitude and admiration for Ankita, realizing how much her support and friendship mean to him. The morning's yoga session becomes a cherished memory, marking the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

"Chintu! I need to take a bath! Please wait till I am finished. I need to meet my boss in the next 1 hour okay?"

In a flash Ankita wraps a towel around her and gets rid of her clothes. 

"Oh Chintu! There are snacks in the fridge. Don't feel shy okay!" 

Chintu is shocked by how exquisitely beautiful Ankita is. Her body is just perfect. He couldn't help but admire her curves. Esp in a towel. She is covered in sweat. 




Ankita gets ready after having a long hot shower. 

As Ankita slips into her tight mini skirt, its fabric clings to her body, accentuating the curves she's spent years honing. The skirt's hem barely crosses the tops of her thighs, leaving her ass outline entirely visible. As she walks, her firm buttocks move seductively, a testament to the dedication she's poured into her yoga routine. Every step she takes is a confirmation of her strength and determination, and her ass, with its definition and firmness, becomes the centerpiece of her confidence and beauty.

How do I look? She asks Chintu



"Perfect!", Chintu stammers.

It gives Chintu a raging hard on.

As soon as Ankita leaves. He locks the door and whips his dick out. Furiously he masturbates and the bedsheets are covered with his cum.

Meanwhile Ankita reaches the office. 

"Do you have a badge? Whom are you meeting today?", the security guard asks her.

"I have a meeting appointment with Mr. Madan!"

[sominoru]

The soft rustling of the fabric can be heard as Ankita walks into Madan's office, the sound drawing attention to her every step.

As Ankita walks, there is a hard knocking sound as her high heels rubs against the ground, like a soft whisper tempting Madan further.

A faint scent of perfume lingers around Ankita, adding to the allure of her appearance.

As she moves closer, the perfume wafts towards Madan. It's a heady mix of floral and musk, creating a sensual and alluring aroma.

Madan gestured for Ankita to take a seat as she entered his office, his eyes lingering on her outfit for a moment.

The mini skirt hugs Ankita's curves tightly, accentuating her figure in all the right places. The material is a shiny, light grey, showing off her toned legs and the curve of her hips.
One could easily make out her huge bums outlined and with the ass cheeks stretching the material generously.

Ankita's top is a silky, loose-fitting blouse in a warm, earthy tone that complements her skin. The fabric dbangs gently over her shoulders and flows down to her waist, leaving her arms bare. The top's neckline is modest, but it's clear that she's not wearing a bra underneath, as the material barely hints at the curves of her breasts. Her ample cleavage is subtly accentuated, creating a captivating and feminine silhouette. The blouse is tucked into her mini skirt, adding a touch of elegance and polish to her outfit.

He then cleared his throat and began to speak. "Ankita, I wanted to personally congratulate you on your promotion to CEO. Your hard work and dedication have not gone unnoticed," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"All that is left is for me to sign the document. I already got the signatures from the rest of the board members." 

Ankita felt a rush of pride and excitement at the news, but it was quickly overshadowed by a sense of unease. She couldn't shake the memory of what had happened between them to secure this promotion. Despite the success it had brought her, the guilt gnawed at her insides.

"I...I don't know what to say," Ankita stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Madan leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully.

"You deserve this, Ankita. You've proven yourself time and time again," he said reassuringly, though there was a flicker of 

something in his eyes that made Ankita's stomach churn. She forced a smile, trying to push aside her doubts and questions. 

"Thank you, Madan. I truly appreciate this opportunity," Ankita replied, her voice steadier now. Madan nodded, his gaze unwavering.

"There is just one thing I ask in return for this promotion and my signature," he said slowly, his words hanging in the air between them. Ankita's heart skipped a beat as she braced herself for what he might say next.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Madan stood up and walked around his desk until he was standing in front of her, his expression unreadable.

"I need you to do one last thing for me, Ankita," he said softly, a hint of something dark lurking beneath his smooth tone. Ankita felt a shiver run down her spine as she met his gaze, realizing that the cost of her success may be higher than she ever 

imagined. But she knew there was no turning back now. Steeling herself, she nodded slightly, a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach.

"What do you need me to do, Madan?" Ankita asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. Madan's lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam.

"I need your loyalty, Ankita. Complete and unwavering loyalty," he stated, his voice low and commanding. Ankita felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words, but it was short-lived as Madan continued.

"There are powerful forces at play in this company, Ankita. And I need to know that I can trust you completely," he explained cryptically, his gaze piercing into hers. Ankita's mind raced with possibilities, her instincts warning her of the treacherous path laid out before her.

"I will do whatever it takes to prove my loyalty to you, Madan," Ankita replied firmly, the weight of her decision settling upon her shoulders like a heavy cloak. Madan's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Good," he purred, his hand reaching out to gently cup Ankita's chin. "I knew I could count on you." Ankita forced herself to hold his gaze, her jaw clenched in determination.

"As your new CEO, I will uphold the values of this company with integrity and dedication," she declared, her voice unwavering despite the turmoil within her. Madan's fingers lingered on her skin for a moment longer before he withdrew, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I have no doubt about that, Ankita," he said smoothly, a dangerous undercurrent underscoring his words. "But remember, loyalty goes both ways."

Ankita felt a chill run down her spine at his insinuation, but she masked her unease with a practiced smile.

"Of course!”, she meekly replied. 

“Come on! Give me a hug”, he asked her. 

Ankita's heart raced at the request, her instincts screaming at her to keep her distance. But the weight of Madan's power and influence bore down on her, and she knew she had no choice but to comply. With a forced smile, she stood up from her seat and walked towards him, her every step feeling heavy with apprehension. As Madan enveloped her in a suffocating hug, Ankita's mind raced with conflicting emotions - fear, disgust, resignation. She plastered a serene expression on her face, burying the hints of doubt that threatened to consume her. As Madan released her from his grip, a sense of relief washed over Ankita briefly before the realization of the precarious position she now found herself in settled like a heavy stone in her stomach. 

Ankita let out a small gasp as Madan's hands gripped her firm, yet soft ass cheeks. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through her veins. She glanced around, half expecting someone to pop up and catch them in the act, but the office was empty.

With her heart still racing, Ankita slowly turned to face Madan, her intense gaze locking onto his. He had always been the dominant one between them, the one who called the shots and dictated their games. But now, something felt different. Something felt... sexual.

Madan studied Ankita's eyes, looking deeply into her big beautiful eyes. When he couldn't find any, he decided to take things to the next level. He gently pulled Ankita closer, his lips barely brushing against hers. 

He then whispered.

“Get down on your knees”

Ankita's eyes widened in shock at Madan's sudden command. Her heart pounded in her chest as she hesitated, the air thick with tension and unspoken implications. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to resist, to defy him, but the weight of his authority bore down on her like a suffocating blanket.

A mix of fear and defiance flickered in Ankita's eyes as she locked gazes with Madan. A storm raged within her, battling the demands of power against the whispers of self-preservation. She knew that whatever came next would irrevocably alter the course of her future.

With a steely resolve settling over her, Ankita slowly sank to her knees, each movement deliberate and laden with a quiet rebellion. The cool touch of the floor against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, grounding her in the chilling reality of the situation.

Madan's expression shifted imperceptibly, a glint of triumph dancing in his eyes

Madan then unzipped his pants and took his thick veiny cock out. 

Ankita's eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to maintain her composure, but the situation felt utterly surreal. Madan's gaze remained steady, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly began to stroke his erection.

"If loyalty goes both ways, then I expect the same from you," he said in a low, seductive voice. "And I know you'll do whatever it takes to protect our shared interests."

Ankita's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. She knew that refusing him would likely result in her losing everything she had worked so hard for. But she also couldn't shake the feeling of disgust and violation that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the 

price she had paid for her newfound success. But she also knew that she had to be strong and face this reality head-on. 

Madan stepped closer to her, his cock now fully erect and throbbing in his hand. He reached out and traced his fingers down Ankita's cheek, his voice smooth and seductive.

"You don't need to say anything," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. "Just remember that we're in this together, Ankita, and that our loyalty to each other will be our greatest asset. Are we clear on this?"

Ankita swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had no choice but to go along with Madan's demands if she wanted to get her position as CEO. With a sense of resignation, she nodded her head slightly, her eyes wide with fear and determination.

"Yes, Madan. We are clear," Ankita said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Madan smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Then let's get started," he said, his voice low and commanding.

Ankita's mind raced with fear and trepidation as she began to get ready to perform the unthinkable act. She knew that in order to get her position as CEO, she had to obey Madan in ways she never thought possible. But as she looked into Madan's eyes, she saw nothing but desire and power. In that moment, she wondered if this was the price she would have to pay for success.

Ankita's eyes locked onto the hard shaft in front of her, her stomach churning with a mixture of fear and desire. She had always known that success in this ruthless world would require her to play by its rules, and she had never doubted her ability to do whatever was necessary to achieve her goals.

As Madan's cock stood erect, a silent understanding passed between them. Ankita knew that this was just a transaction that would forever link their fates. In that moment, she resolved to put aside her feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Ankita reached out and grasped Madan's throbbing manhood.

It felt alien and unwanted in her hand, but she pushed the revulsion down. This was business, not pleasure.

With a steady hand, she began to stroke him. Up and down, her grip firm but gentle, setting a rhythm as she focused on the task before her.

Their eyes never left each other's. Ankita could see the hunger in Madan's gaze, the desperate need to conquer. She knew that she had to match it, to show him that she, too, was a force to be reckoned with.

As she continued to stroke him, she felt a strange heat building within her. It wasn't arousal. It was determination, a fierce desire to prove herself.

Suddenly, Madan's features contorted in pleasure. His hips bucked forward, thrusting into her hand. 

"aah! handjob feels so good! blowjob is much better!" 

"Use your mouth!", he ordered. 



Ankita’s lips, mostly used for smiling so far, were now locked onto Madan’s pulsating erection. Her tongue danced around, barely missing a beat, as if she were playing a slow song on a guitar. Each stroke, each rhythmic suck, was a meticulously choreographed spectacle, meant only for Madan’s pleasure.

She had taken to this task with the same dedication she poured into her work. Each flick, each twist of her tongue seemed to elicit a moan from Madan. The veins in his neck pulsed with each climactic moment, as if they too were caught up in the throes of passion. His breathing grew heavier, and Ankita could feel his cock growing even harder, throbbing against her mouth.

Madan's hand tangled in Ankita's hair, guiding her movements as she took him into her mouth deeper. Her tongue swirled around him, eliciting shivers of pleasure from his body.

Madan's hand then gripped the back of Ankita's head, his fingers getting rougher in her hair as he guided her movements more deliberately. Ankita's lips pressing tightly as she vacuumed his precum.

As the minutes ticked by, Ankita felt a sense of shame and disgust wash over her. Despite the pleasure she knew Madan was experiencing, she couldn't help but feel violated and used. But she also knew that she had to continue if she wanted to get her position as CEO.

Madan watched Ankita with satisfaction, his eyes locked onto her every move. He knew that she was putting herself in a vulnerable position, but he also knew that it would be the last chance for him. In a way, he saw this as a test of her loyalty and dedication to the job.

The pleasure Madan was experiencing was incredible. He was moaning and grunting as his dick was being sucked. The room was filled by the sucking noises Ankita was making and Madan's moans. 

Watching Ankita's pink lips wrapped around his member aroused him greatly.

Suddenly, Madan's eyes widened, and he pulled Ankita closer. She could feel him losing control, his body trembling with passion. Ankita closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was about to happen.

As she felt Madan's release deep inside her mouth, a wave of shame and resentment washed over her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled to hold them back. This was it, the final indignity, and she knew she could never look at him the same way again.

But Ankita also knew that she had to play her part to the very end. She swallowed hard and continued the act, feeling bile rise in her throat. When Madan finally finished, he pulled away, panting heavily.

He looked down at Ankita, his eyes filled with what she hoped was regret. "You were incredible," he whispered hoarsely, clearly 

trying to keep himself in check. "You have truly earned your place as the new CEO."

Ankita managed a weak smile, her voice barely audible as she spoke. "Thank you, Madan. I won't let you down."

He nodded, still catching his breath. "I know you won't. Now, let's finish this, and we can put this behind us. You deserve this position, and I'll make sure you get it."

Ankita stood up, her body still shaking from the experience. She knew it wasn't over yet – this would be the one last encounter.

"Come, sit on my lap!", Madan ordered her. 

He affectionately hugged her and kissed all over her face. He spoke sweet nothings to her telling her how amazing she is and how much revenue her new company will make and how beautiful she was. Ankita pretended to be flattered. Deep down she knew she deserved this level of success and more.  

Within fifteen minutes Madan's cock became hard again catching Ankita by surprise.

"Viagra is one hell of a drug!", Madan replied pointing to a glass of clear liquid. 

"Why don't you try as well? It works on women too. You will be more in the mood as well."

Ankita took a few sips and felt her entire body to be on fire and extremely aroused. She felt extremely positive as well. 

"Take off your clothes!"

She removed her clothes, she felt a fire igniting within her. She would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, and she would make sure that no one would ever underestimate her again.

Madan watched her with a mix of admiration and fear. He was impressed by her 

determination, but he also knew that she was capable of anything to get what she wanted. This final test had proven just how far she was willing to go.

As Ankita climbed back onto Madan's lap again, he felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. They were both aware that this was the final act of their twisted play. Ankita's eyes were filled with a mixture of intensity and anger, as if Madan was daring her to try and stop him.

Madan smiled, wrapping his arms around her and guiding her down onto him. Their bodies melded together, sweaty and slick from the previous act. Ankita's breathing was ragged, her eyes never leaving Madan's as she began to ride him.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving in sync, grunts and gasps punctuating the silence. Ankita's face twisted in ecstasy with the viagra turning her very sensitive, her thick heavy breasts undulating with each thrust. Madan's hands gripped her tight, his breath ragged as he watched her ride him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ankita cried out in pleasure, her body convulsing as she reached the peak of her climax. Madan followed closely behind, his own release unleashed within her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined in the afterglow. Madan ran his fingers through Ankita's hair, his gaze softening as he spoke.

"You've proven yourself, Ankita. You've shown me that you're not only capable, but that you're willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want. And for that, I believe you deserve the position as CEO."

Ankita smiled forcibly, a small tear escaping her eye. 

Within fifteen minutes his cock was hard again catching Ankita by surprise. 

"Madan, this is too much. I can't go one more round with you!"

"Ankita, this should help", saying this he emptied the remaining viagra down her throat. 

Ankita felt a surge of energy through her body and felt extremely horny. 

Madan then cupped her breasts and started sucking on her nipples. He was squeezing her massive tits.

Ankita moaned softly, arching her back as his touch sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his lips and teeth teasing her sensitive skin.

As he continued to suck on her nipples, Ankita reached down and began to massage his cock, feeling it grow harder in her hand. She knew she had to make him cum, but she also knew that it was her ticket to the CEO position.

Madan grunted and thrust his hips, his eyes locked onto Ankita's as she stroked his chest. She could see the desire in his eyes, the need for completion.

His cock slipped out from the intensity of the fucking session.

Ankita adjusted her position, guiding his cock inside of her once more. She felt him enter her, his thickness filling her completely. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as her body adjusted to his size.

As they began to move in sync, their bodies sliding against each other, Ankita felt a sense of power wash over her. She knew that she was exactly where she needed to be, and that this was the moment that would change everything for her.

Madan's eyes widened as he felt her tightness encasing his cock, his pleasure growing with each movement. He knew that this was the end of their twisted game, and that he would have to reward Ankita for her performance.

Their bodies moved in a frenzy, the smell of their sweat mingling with the scent of their arousal. Ankita's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each inch of Madan's cock inside of her.

Finally, as the climax built up within them, Ankita threw her head back and cried out, her body convulsing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Madan followed suit, his own release pulsating deep within her body.

As the encounter came to an end, Madan pulled Ankita closer to him, his hands gently caressing her hair. "You did well, Ankita," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You've proven your loyalty to me, and I know that we can count on each other. Together, we will rise to the top and achieve greatness."

Ankita felt a mixture of emotions as Madan's words washed over her. She knew that this pendant of power and success would come with a price, but she also knew that she was determined to hold onto it. With a newfound sense of resolve 

After that he signs the contract and now Ankita is the CEO.

"There! Are you happy?", Madan replied after signing the contract. 

Ankita composed herself. Her face and her breasts were covered with thick cum after the multiple fucking sessions. Her pussy was thoroughly stretched in different ways. Her nipples and Areolas were coated with Madan's saliva and were shining. 

"How could you do this to me, Madan? You reduced me to a mere object, a tool to be used for your own selfish desires," Ankita seethed, her voice echoing through the office room.

Madan, looking taken aback, fumbled with his papers. He wasn't accustomed to facing such resentment from those he had manipulated. "But you knew the rules, Ankita. I never forced you to do anything. I simply told you the price you need to pay. This is a win win situation for both of us."

"I got what I wanted. And so did you. You are just 28 years old and you are already a CEO. There are 50 year olds that will never be in a position that you are currently in.", Madan countered.

Seeing the pain and hurt in Ankita's eyes. He softened up a bit. 

Madan hesitated before continuing, "I... I never meant to hurt you. I was unaware of the emotions you held within. I believed we were both simply taking advantage of the opportunities available to us."

"Madan! You know what? You took advantage of the power dynamic between us to manipulate me. I want you to know that I will never do any other sexual favors going forward. Okay?? Is that understood?"

Madan nodded. 

"I can easily file a case against you for sexual harassment! You will lose your reputation and everything!", Ankita seethed at Madan angrily. 

"I am so sorry Ankita! I will never put you in this kind of a position again! Even if I wanted to I can't."

"Lets be professional and friendly going forward!"

They had one last hug and Ankita put on a fake forced smile and slammed the door as she left. 

By the time she reached home it hit her! She is now the CEO of the new company. It is a big deal. She can make more money in a few years than most people can in several lifetimes. 

As the realization grew a huge smile spread across her face. Her life is forever changed! She is the new boss! 

"I need to celebrate now! First I need to text Varun. Wonder what he has been upto?"

She ordered a bottle of Belgium Wine and a box of chocolates. Then she relaxed turned on the hot shower. 

The mirror in the bath room became cloudy. She then used her finger to trace C.E.O and then laughed out aloud!

[sominoru]

I woke up slowly. I was in deep sleep. Where was I?

The room was dark, with the curtains pulled tight, letting only a little bit of moonlight in. As I lay there, the clock ticked away beside me, reminding me where I was. In a hotel room.  My phone continued ringing, making me sit up quickly.
It was my boss, Rohit. His voice was firm. “I need you to pick up Varnika from the airport. Her flight lands at 11:45 PM. It’s too late and unsafe for her to take a cab.”

I was still waking up, so it took a moment for his words to sink in. But I knew better than to question Rohit. Varnika’s arrival was a surprise, and I wondered why she was coming so late.

I got out of bed slowly, feeling tired. A quick shower didn’t help much, but as the hot water ran over me, a strange feeling of unease started to build.

Once dressed, I headed to the rented car in the hotel’s parking lot. The drive to Mumbai airport was quiet, with barely any cars on the road at this hour. As I neared the airport, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

The airport was busy, even at night, with people hurrying around under the bright lights. Among the crowd, I spotted Varnika right away. She stood out, capturing the attention of everyone nearby. She was dressed beautifully in a dress that highlighted her elegance, and she moved with a graceful confidence that was hard to ignore.

Goddamn. Ankita is beautiful. She is super hot as well. But Varnkika is ridiculously beautiful. You want to fuck Ankita the moment you saw her but Varnika, you just want to worship her. Just couldn't stop appreciating her raw beauty. Varnika had that royal elegance about her. She had thick black hair that fell all over her in perfect angles. She was like a walking talking human painting. 

“Hey, Varnika!” I called out, waving to get her attention as I approached.

She turned and smiled warmly, her eyes shining with a curious intensity. “Oh, there you are,” she said with a welcoming voice. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to wait here all night.”



We shared a quick hug, and I caught a whiff of her floral perfume.

“Welcome to Mumbai,” I said as we headed towards the exit. “How was your flight?”

“Long but nothing exciting,” she replied. “I’m just glad to be here finally.”

As we walked to the car, there was an undercurrent of tension in our small talk. I sensed that Varnika’s visit had more to it than what Rohit had mentioned. She gazed out the window as we drove, as if she were searching for something—or someone—in the city.

“Rohit said you’re here for a conference?” I asked, trying to understand her reason for visiting.

“Yes, that’s part of it,” she said, her tone calm but cautious. “But I also have some personal matters to take care of while I’m here.”

I looked over at her, noticing how her fingers traced patterns on the seat. “Anything I can help with?”

She turned to me, her smile steady but her eyes hinting at something deeper. “Thank you, but I think I can manage. I appreciate the offer, though.”

The conversation quieted as we continued driving through the city, with the lights passing by in a colorful blur. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more she wasn’t saying.

When we arrived at the hotel, I led Varnika through the grand lobby, the chandeliers casting a warm glow. We took the elevator up, the silence filled with anticipation.

“Here we are,” I said, opening the door to her room, which was just like mine.

“Thank you,” she said, stepping inside and looking around. “It’s lovely.”

I leaned against the doorframe. “If you need anything, my room is in the same building.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, her smile still in place. But as she turned to put her bag down, I caught a glimpse of something secretive in her eyes.

“Goodnight, Varnika,” I said, giving her a nod before heading to my own room.

“Goodnight,” she called after me, her voice carrying a hint of mystery.

As I turned to leave, she touched my arm, her grip firm. “Thank you for picking me up. I know Rohit can be demanding,” she said softly. “But there’s more to this than you know.”

Her words lingered, and before I could ask what she meant, she went into her room and closed the door.

As I closed the door, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Varnika’s visit was more complicated than it seemed.

I stood there for a moment, the hallway quiet and heavy. Something was happening—something I didn’t understand. I went back to my room, but sleep was impossible. My mind was full of questions, each more unsettling than the last.

Why was Varnika here? What was Rohit keeping from me? And most importantly, what secrets did Varnika have? The answers seemed close but just out of reach.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the shadows grew around me, waiting for the morning to bring some clarity. 

As I approached my room, I was stunned to find Ankita waiting for me at the door. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she was dressed in a way that demanded attention. The night air was tense with unspoken words.

“Ankita?” I asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

She smiled, but there was an edge to it. “I’ve been trying to reach you all night. I have big news!!”

“oh!,” I said, “whats it about?”

Her smile faded slightly as she asked, “But why didn’t you pick up my calls or respond to my texts?”

I hesitated, unsure how to explain. “I was asleep, and then I had to pick up Varnika from the airport.”

“Varnika?” Her voice sharpened. “Who is she?”

“She’s just a colleague,” I replied quickly. “Rohit sent her from Bengaluru to help with our project.”

Ankita’s eyes narrowed. “Is she pretty?”

"Ankita! What are you saying? She is my colleague. I don't see her that way!"

"I see.. I am not your colleague? What about the both of us then?", she replied angrily

I sighed, feeling the weight of the night pressing down. “Ankita, you haven’t been serious about me. About us. You disappeared for weeks and didn’t respond to me. So why do you care about Varnika?”

She bit her lip, clearly agitated. Her fingers moved swiftly as she pulled out her phone, Googling Varnika’s name. I watched as her face fell, seeing Varnika’s image on the screen.

“She is pretty,” Ankita muttered, her jealousy evident. “But I came here to share my news and celebrate with you. I wanted us to have a special night.”

The mood had shifted, her excitement replaced by frustration. She attempted to regain her composure, leaning in closer, her voice low and inviting. “Can’t we just forget this and focus on us?”

I shook my head, feeling a mix of regret and resolve. “I don’t want to waste time, Ankita. I’m looking for something real, something more than just meeting physical needs.”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “So that’s it? You’re just going to reject me?”

“I’m not rejecting you,” I said, trying to be gentle. “I just need something more meaningful.”

She turned away, her voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have come. Forget I was here.”

“Wait,” I called after her. “What about your big news?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice breaking as she walked off, tears streaking her cheeks.

I watched her go, feeling a pang of guilt. The night had taken a turn I hadn’t expected. Back at her place, Ankita opened a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass that she quickly downed, trying to drown her emotions.

The room was silent except for the soft sound of her sobs, the wine a poor comfort for the loneliness she felt. She stared at her phone, Varnika’s image still on the screen, her mind racing with questions and doubts.

Back in my apartment, I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts swirling. The events of the night were a tangled web, each strand pulling me in different directions. Varnika’s arrival, Ankita’s jealousy—everything seemed connected in a way I couldn’t yet understand. 

Chintu returned to the apartment, feeling energized after a long day spent with his friends watching a movie. He was surprised to find Ankita lying on the bed, her eyes wide open and her body drenched in sweat. She looked pale and unwell, a sharp contrast to the confident woman he was used to seeing.

“Ankita!” Chintu exclaimed, rushing to her side. “What’s wrong?”

She tried to sit up, her movements sluggish and unsteady. “I’m fine,” she whispered, though her labored breathing said otherwise.

Chintu frowned, concern etched on his face. “You don’t look fine. You’re sweating a lot. We need to get you to a doctor.”

She shook her head weakly, but the motion seemed to drain her further. “It’s just... the wine,” she murmured, but Chintu noticed her very slow breathing.

“Ankita, what's wrong” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

She nodded slowly, her eyes struggling to focus. "I made a big mistake drinking that Viagra and later the wine! Madan is so stupid!", she thought to herself.
"Why did I so confidently drink it!", she was filled with regret.

Chintu’s eyes widened. “You don't look good! You need help!”

As he spoke, he reached out to touch her forehead, trying to gauge her temperature. The contact made her shiver, and she let out a soft moan, her voice breathy and tinged with something he didn’t understand.

“Ankita?” he said, confused. “Your skin is burning up. You’re not acting like yourself.”

The mix of Viagra and wine had heightened her senses, leaving her in a state of intense arousal. Every touch sent shivers through her body, and she struggled to keep her voice steady. “I’m just... really really very sensitive right now,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed.

Chintu pulled back, unsure of what to do. “This isn’t good. You need medical help.”

She hesitated, clearly embarrassed by her situation. “But what will I tell the doctor?” she asked herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Just tell them the truth,” Chintu insisted, grabbing his phone. “It’s important to be honest so they can help you.”

Ankita looked at him, torn between her vulnerability and the need to get help. Her breathing was shallow, and the room felt like it was spinning. “Alright,” she finally agreed, her voice trembling. “Let’s go.”

Chintu helped her to her feet, his grip steady and reassuring. As they made their way out, he kept a careful eye on her, ready to support her if she faltered. The night air was cool against her skin, a relief from the heat that had enveloped her in the room.

As they headed to the hospital, Chintu hoped they would get there in time.

At the hospital, Ankita felt a mix of relief and anxiety as she and Chintu walked through the busy emergency room doors. Her heart was still racing, but the thought of getting help calmed her a little. 

As they approached the reception desk, a familiar voice called out, “Ankita?”

She turned and was startled to see Dr. Ashok, her college friend. He had changed since their university days; his hair was neatly styled, and though he still wore glasses, they seemed to suit him now. But the memories of their past interaction—his proposal and her brutal rejection—came rushing back, making the moment awkward.

“Ashok,” she said, trying to manage a smile. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I’m on shift tonight,” Ashok replied, adjusting his glasses, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “It’s been a while.”

Ankita nodded, glancing at Chintu, who stood nearby. “Yeah, it has been.”

Ashok looked between them, sensing the tension. “So, what brings you to the hospital?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation professional.

Ankita hesitated, feeling embarrassed. “I... I mixed something I shouldn’t have,” she admitted, her voice low.

Ashok’s expression shifted from surprise to concern. “You did what?” he asked, taking a step closer. “Ankita, tell me exactly what you took.”

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Viagra and wine. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal.”

His eyes widened, and he quickly turned serious. “Ankita, that’s not a safe combination. We need to get you checked out right away.”

“I know,” she said, looking down. “It was stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”

Ashok nodded, signaling to a nurse to prepare a room. “It’s okay. We’ll take care of you. But you need to be honest with me about everything, alright?”

Their conversation was tinged with an awkwardness from the past, but Ashok’s professionalism was evident. As they moved through the hospital halls, Ankita couldn’t help but remember the last time they’d spoken in college.

“I never thought I’d see you here, like this,” she admitted as they reached the examination room.

“Yeah, life’s funny like that,” Ashok replied, a small smile breaking through. “But right now, let’s focus on getting you better.”

She nodded, grateful for his support despite their history. As she settled into the hospital bed, Ashok began the necessary checks, ensuring she was stable.

The situation was far from what either had imagined, but there was an unspoken understanding between them. As Ashok worked, Ankita couldn’t help but feel embarrassed to be in this position. 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and rested, the events of the previous night a distant memory. As sunlight streamed through the curtains, I lay in bed thinking about Ankita. She had always been my crush, beautiful beyond words, and I regretted not spending more time with her. Maybe I should have stayed with her last night instead of pushing her away.

Determined to patch things up with Ankita, I got ready for the day. As I was about to leave, my phone buzzed with a message from Varnika: “Lunch today?”

Curious and intrigued, I agreed. Varnika was not only stunning but also seemed emotionally stable and kind, unlike the drama that surrounded Ankita.

Lunch with Varnika was delightful. We talked effortlessly, her laughter filling the air, and I found myself captivated by her presence. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her charm undeniable. As we talked, I felt a connection growing between us, one that was hard to ignore.

As we continued our meal, Varnika noticed a woman in a security officer uniform walking by. Her face lit up, and she waved energetically. 

"Ajanta!" Varnika called out, her voice filled with excitement.

The woman turned and smiled brightly, making her way over to our table. “Varnika! Wow, it’s been ages!” Ajanta exclaimed as she reached us, embracing Varnika in a tight hug.

“It’s so great to see you,” Varnika said, pulling back to look at Ajanta. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m just monitoring this area today. Didn’t expect to run into my favorite cousin,” Ajanta replied with a laugh.

“Remember all those times we’d play cops and robbers? Who knew you’d actually become a cop?” Varnika teased.

Ajanta chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “I guess those games paid off. And you always wanted to be a detective. Still solving mysteries?”

“Only the mystery of what to eat for dinner,” Varnika joked, making us all laugh.

Ajanta turned to me and extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Ajanta. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ajanta. I’ve heard a lot about you. You are pretty famous!,” I said, shaking her hand.

“Hopefully all good things,” Ajanta said with a grin. “Anyway, I should get back to work. But we should definitely catch up soon, Varnika.”

“Absolutely. Let’s do it. I’ll text you later,” Varnika replied.

“Sounds great. Take care, both of you,” Ajanta said as she waved goodbye and headed back to her duties.

As she walked away, Varnika turned to me, her smile lingering. “It’s amazing running into her like this. We used to be inseparable.”

“She seems really nice. You two have a great connection,” I commented.

“Yeah, she’s like a sister to me,” Varnika said, watching Ajanta until she disappeared from view. “I’m really looking forward to catching up with her.”

The chance encounter left a warm, nostalgic feeling in the air as we returned to our conversation.

The encounter was brief but pleasant, adding to the sense of comfort I felt with Varnika. As we finished our lunch, she turned to me with a suggestion. “Why don’t you come over to my place tonight? I’ll cook dinner for us.”

I agreed, intrigued by the invitation and eager to spend more time with her.

It was evening time... my heart was pounding hard. 

I went in. She was really beautiful and dressed in a sexy nightie. 

When I sat on the couch. She asked me to watch the tv while she brings the dinner over. 

She noticed the tv was unplugged so she turned around and bent over to plug the wire. 

I noticed that her ass was huge and the outline could be clearly made out in the nightie. I became very hard. 

As I tried to avert my gaze, she turned back around with a smile, completely unaware of the effect she had on me. 



She set the plates down on the coffee table and sat next to me, her scent intoxicating. The awkward tension hung heavily in the air as we began to eat in silence.

I tried to focus on the food in front of me, but the image of her bending over kept replaying in my mind. I cleared my throat, attempting to steer the conversation away from my inappropriate thoughts. "So, how has your business trip been so far?" 

She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, sensing my unease. "It's been good," she replied coyly. "But I must admit, today was the highlight of my trip." 

I felt a rush of excitement at her words, my heart pounding in my chest. Was she feeling the same way as me? Or was I just misinterpreting her playful tone? I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I replied, "I'm glad to hear that. It's always nice to have a relaxing evening after a long day of work."

“Why so?”, I continued almost fishing for a compliment. 

“I met my childhood bestie Ajanta! after a long time! I am so excited to be able to meet her again this week.”

“Oh!”, I said looking deflated. 

I tried my best to hide my disappointment, plastering a smile on my face as I continued eating. Ajanta. Of course, she meant Ajanta. I had heard about her childhood friend multiple times during our conversations, but each time a pang of jealousy tugged at my heart. I couldn't help but wonder about the bond they shared, the memories they had created together. 

As she chatted animatedly about their plans for the week, I felt a sense of dejection wash over me. It was clear that my colleague valued her friendship with Ajanta a lot. 

Varnika is very observant and perceptive. She noticed that I was very enthusiastic in the beginning and now I am feeling a bit down. 

“Whats wrong Varun?”

I looked up, forcing a smile. "Nothing, just a bit tired from the day's work. I'm happy for you that you get to reconnect with your friend though." 

She studied me intently, her gaze unwavering. "Are you sure that's all it is?" 

I hesitated, knowing she saw right through my acting. Taking a deep breath, I decided to try another angle. "I guess...I just wish I had someone from my past like that to reconnect with. It must be nice to have such a strong bond with someone." 

Her expression softened, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on mine. "You know, Varun, friendships like that are rare but not impossible to find. Sometimes, they come when you least expect it." 

When she touched my hand I felt electricity through my veins. 

As her touch lingered on my hand, a spark ignited within me. Her eyes held mine. In that moment, the air burned with tension.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the unspoken desire building up inside me.

After dinner. She sat right next to me and we both watched the TV. Her thighs touched mine and I felt sparks in the air. Noticing her top it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Who wears a bra when wearing a nightie? The whole point is to be free. 

“Varnika! Do you work out?”

She smiled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" she replied playfully. "I try to stay active, keeps me in shape." Her voice was soft, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere crackled with a newfound tension, the air thick with anticipation.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The TV screen blurred in the background as all my focus zeroed in on her presence beside me. 

“I feel like eating something sweet! Lets have some dessert!”, she said getting up again. When she got up my eyes stared at her ass. 

She returned with a plate of chocolate ice-cream, it was very tempting. As she sat back down next to me, I couldn't help but appreciate how her thigh brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me again. The intimate proximity was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

I watched as she scooped up a spoonful of the ice-cream, her lips parting slightly as she enjoyed the sweet treat. A drop of chocolate lingered on the corner of her mouth, and I felt so tempted to lick it with my mouth. 

She took another scoop and put it in my mouth. 

“How do you like it?”

As I savored the taste of the ice cream, I tried to compose myself and not reveal the intense desire building up within me. The tension between us grew thicker, the atmosphere charged with unspoken yearnings.

“It’s... it’s delicious,” I managed to reply, my voice slightly shaky. I could feel her eyes on me, studying me intently, as if trying to decipher the emotions swirling inside me.

After the dessert Varnika made deep eye contact with me. 

“Thanks, Varun, for the company. We both have work tomorrow and I have a 6:00 AM work call with a European client”, she said shaking her head. 

 I got the hint. It was time for me to get going. 

“The dinner was amazing. Thanks a lot. You know its been weeks since I felt at home and comfortable.”

“Oh! Varun! Don’t worry! Till this trip is over I will take care of you okay!”

With that she gave me a big hug. 

I couldn't help but hold onto her for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. The scent of her perfume mixed with the lingering aroma of the chocolate ice-cream we shared, creating an intoxicating combination that I knew I would dream of for weeks to come. I hugged her tightly. I could feel her breasts crush against my chest. 
My hands gently rested on her firm enormous ass. 

For a moment, our eyes met, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken desires. The atmosphere was charged, and neither of us was willing to break the connection. It was as if we were two magnets, irresistibly drawn to each other, defying all logic and reason.

As I hugged her, I couldn't help but notice the way her body responded to my touch. Her heartbeat accelerated, mirroring the pounding of my own. She made no attempt to push me away, instead, she leaned into my embrace, her body language speaking volumes about her unspoken desires.

I was torn between the fear of rejection and the longing to express my feelings. There was so much unsaid between us, and the thought of leaving without taking a chance was almost unbearable. But I couldn't be impulsive; I needed to plan carefully in this newfound territory.

As I pulled back from the hug, I could feel the heat of her gaze still burning into me, a mirror of the flames that raged within me. Our eyes met one last time, and without a word, I knew that the decision had been made. With a final, lingering look, I took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow, Varnika."

With that, I left her room, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement, fear, and anticipation. 

I walked a few steps and then came back and knocked on her door.

She opened the door, her face a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Yes?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

"I can't help but notice... you didn't wear a bra tonight," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes widened slightly, and I could tell I had caught her off guard. "I... I didn't realize it was that noticeable," she stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly.

A thrill of excitement coursed through me as I took a step closer, feeling a new level of intimacy between us. "It was," I replied, my gaze locked on hers. 

“Your ass is huge and firm. Looks amazing in the nightie.”

She stared at me, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of embarrassment. I could see a mix of feelings crossing her face - confusion, curiosity, and maybe even a bit of excitement. 

"Thank you," she replied, her voice catching slightly. "I guess the right outfit can make all the difference."

“Varnika, I need one more hug”

She hesitated for a moment, taking in my request, and then wordlessly wrapped her arms around me. This time, the embrace was longer, tighter, and more intimate. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her heartbeat racing in sync with mine. The scent of her perfume and the lingering aroma of the chocolate ice cream we shared earlier only heightened my senses. I pulled back slowly, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and her eyes locked with mine.

"You don't have to be afraid, Varun," she whispered, the words barely audible. "I feel the same way." 

With that, she leaned in and kissed me gently. It was a soft, tentative kiss, our lips barely touching. But the electricity that surged between us was undeniable.

I fondled her ass hard and parted her bum cheeks. 

"I've been wanting to do that all night."

Varnika took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal. 

As our eyes met, I could see the desire building up in hers, mirroring the passion that was now burning within me. I turned her around and pulled up the nightie above the waist.She held it with her hands. I went down on my knees.

I could see the curve of her ass, rounded and firm, the perfect invitation for my touch. I kissed it gently, feeling the heat of her skin against my lips. My hand reached around, cupping her ass in my palm. I squeezed gently and she let out a small moan, her hips swaying slightly in response.

I continued to kiss and lick her ass, savoring the taste and feeling of her soft skin. I could feel my heart racing.

Varnika's breaths became heavier, her moans more pronounced. I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I carried her to her bed and pulled off the nightie and threw it in a corner.

I took a moment to admire her body, the curve of her breasts, the line of her hips, and the softness of her skin. Varnika lay there, completely exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly beautiful and desirable. I could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at me, her breaths shallow and quick.

Without a word, I stepped closer to her. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as I traced my fingers over her skin, starting at her shoulders and moving down her arms, then back up to her breasts. I gently squeezed and tweaked her nipples, watching as her body reacted with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Varnika's eyes were locked on mine as I continued to touch her. I could tell she was nervous, but also excited and turned on. I wanted to make sure she knew I was taking the lead because I couldn't hold back any longer. 

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes never leaving hers.

Varnika nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "I trust you, Varun."

With that, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently and swirling my tongue around it. Varnika's breath hitched, and she let out a small moan. I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body tense and relax under my touch.

As I continued to tenderly move my mouth between her nipples, I reached down with one hand, resting it between her legs. I pressed gently against her mound, feeling the heat and wetness that was already there.

Varnika's eyes fluttered closed as she let out another small moan. "Oh, Varun."

I continued to kiss and lick her nipples, moving one hand to cup her other breast. I gently pinched and pulled at her nipple, eliciting a low, throaty moan from Varnika.

"You feel so good," I whispered, my voice low and seductive. "So soft, so warm... I want to touch you everywhere."

I moved my hand down her stomach, feeling the smooth skin and the soft hairs that excitedly led to her mound. I could feel the heat and wetness that was already there, and I knew that Varnika was ready for me.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," I promised, my voice low and husky.

I pressed a finger against her entrance, feeling the slick wetness that was there. I pushed gently, feeling her body relax and accept my finger. I moved it in and out, feeling the pace and rhythm that she liked, watching her eyes flutter closed as her breaths deepened and her moans grew louder.

"That's it, Varnika. Relax and let yourself feel," I whispered, my voice low and seductive.

As I continued to finger her, I reached down with my other hand to play with my own erection. I started to stroke it, feeling the anticipation building up inside me. I knew that I would be inside her soon, and the thought of it filled me with a mix of excitement and fear.

"Are you 

ready, Varun?" Varnika asked, her eyes locked on mine.

"I'm ready for you," I replied, my voice shaking slightly with the mixture of emotions.

I moved back up her body, positioning myself over her. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage, and slowly pushed inside her. Varnika moaned softly, her hips bucking gently against me.

"You feel so good, Varnika," I whispered 

as I began to move, my rhythm matching hers. Her moans grew louder, her body arching to meet mine. I could feel the pleasure building, the tension growing.

"I want to be inside you forever," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

"I want you to be," she replied, her voice just as shaky.

I increased the pace, my thrusts deeper and harder. I could feel the heat building up within me, the feeling of being close to the edge. Varnika's moans grew louder, her hips bucking wildly beneath me.

"I'm going to come," I warned, my voice strained with the effort.

"Come for me, Varun," she urged, her eyes locked on mine.

“Wait … wait.. don’t cum inside me”

Varnika pleaded, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and desire.

I slowed down my movements, trying to regain control over myself. I knew she was scared, but I also knew that I wanted to feel her on my cock. I wanted to fill her up and take her as my own.

"Please, Varnika. Let me be inside you. I promise I'll be careful and pull out before it's too late," I begged, my eyes locked on hers.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between mine, trying to decide what to do. I could see the conflict in her face - the desire for me, the fear of getting pregnant, and the curiosity of what it would feel like.

Finally, she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, Varun. But promise me you'll be careful."

I nodded, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation 

at the thought of feeling her warmth around me one last time. I thrust deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around me as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. I groaned her name, my body shuddering with pleasure as I took my penis out and spilled my seed on her stomach.

As my orgasm subsided, I dragged it out gradually, spilling all of my cum on her. She closed her eyes, releasing a slow sigh as I cleaned my dick with a towel lying nearby. Her body was wet and glistening with a mixture of our fluids. I leaned down and kissed her gently, tasting myself on her lips.

"That was incredible," I whispered, my breath hot against her skin.

"I know," she breathed back, her eyes still closed.

We lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, feeling the warmth of the connection we had just shared. 

We showered together and relaxed in the hot water tub for a while.

We dried ourselves. 

Can you give me a blowjob? I asked her. 

Varnika's eyes sparkled with amusement at my unexpected request, but she nodded with a mischievous smile. "I'd be happy to," she replied, her voice tinged with laughter. She reached for my towel and untied it.

Leaning in closer, she whispered playfully, "But only if you promise not to get too distracted." Her breath brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. With a quick wink, she shifted to sit facing me on the bed, her expression filled with a mix of teasing and anticipation.

As she began speaking softly, I found myself completely engrossed. Her words painted vivid images in my mind, each sentence drawing me further into the tale she was weaving. It was as if time had once again slowed down, allowing me to savor every moment with her.

She held my cock in her hands and she stared at it. The touch of my cock in her hands excited me.

My heart raced as I watched Varnika's eyes lock with mine. There was a depth of connection and understanding in her gaze that left me breathless. I could tell that she was not only skilled at this but genuinely enjoyed it. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and the way she caressed me sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Varnika leaned in even closer, her lips just a few inches from mine as she spoke. "Close your eyes and let me take you away," she whispered, her voice velvety smooth. My mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and desire as I complied, allowing myself to be consumed by the sensations swirling around me.

As her lips wrapped around my cock, I felt a rush of warmth and pleasure that left me speechless. Her technique was expertly crafted, sending shivers of delight through me with each gentle stroke. I could feel her tongue swirling and dancing around the sensitive underside of my cock, as if she were painting it with her tongue.

I moaned softly, my hands gripping the sides of the bed as I tried to remain as still as possible, letting her work her magic. Her fingers expertly stroked my balls, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension building with every passing moment.

Without warning, Varnika stopped and pulled back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You liked that, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. I couldn't even manage a coherent response, I was so caught up in the sensations coursing through my body.

She leaned in again, her lips just a breath away from mine. "How's this?" she whispered, before sliding her mouth back down my length. This time, she picked up where she left off, her expert touch sending me spiraling even further into ecstasy. Her cheeks pressed against my cock, her tongue darting and swirling, and the suction of her lips drew me closer to the edge.

I could feel the tension building, the intensity of the pleasure growing with each passing second. Varnika seemed to sense my impending climax, her movements becoming more frenzied, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of me.

Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, she pulled away again, her eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and triumph. "Are you ready for me to take you over the edge?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

I moaned in response, unable to form words as I nodded vigorously. She grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes, and then she took me in deep, her mouth enveloping me once 

more. Her tongue swirled and twirled, her lips sucking and pulling, her hand stroking and massaging, and I knew that I was about to climax.

As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I gripped the bed tightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Varnika continued her expert ministrations, her skilled mouth and hand pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, the moment arrived. I felt my balls tighten, my cock throb, and a rush of pleasure burst forth from the base of my cock, pulsing through my body as I climaxed. Varnika continued to work my cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from me until I was spent, my body limp and sated.

As I caught my breath and gathered my wits, Varnika slowly released my spent member, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Well, 

I must say, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself," she teased, a playful smirk on her lips. I laughed, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over me.

"I think I'm in love," I blurted out, my heart swelling with emotion as I looked at Varnika. She looked taken aback for a moment, but then her eyes softened, and she smiled warmly at me.

"I think I might be, too," she said softly, leaning in to kiss me gently on the lips. I felt a swell of affection and joy, knowing that this was just the beginning of something truly special between us.

Can you return the favor, Varun?

She then spread her legs.

"Of course," I said, feeling a thrill of anticipation. I positioned myself between her legs, eager to please her in the same way she had just pleased me.

As I began to explore her with my fingers and tongue, I couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite beauty of her body. Her skin was soft and warm, and her scent was intoxicating. I traced gentle circles around her clitoris, learning her body's nuances and rhythms.

Varnika's breathing became ragged as I continued my exploration. I could tell that she was enjoying my attentions, and it only fueled my desire to give her pleasure. I moved closer to her core, teasing her with the slightest touch.

As she moaned softly, I felt the wetness of her desire on my fingers. It was a heady sensation, knowing that I was the one to bring her to this state.

I took a moment to admire her beauty and feel the connection between us. I wanted to make sure she felt just as special as she made me feel, and I knew I had to give her the pleasure she deserved.

I moved my tongue down and gently licked the folds of her pussy. The taste and the sensation were divine, and I could tell that she was already 

getting close. I continued to explore her, flicking my tongue against her clit and dancing around her sensitive areas.

Varnika was moaning louder now, her breaths becoming more erratic. I could feel she was getting closer, and I wanted to push her over the edge. I inserted a finger into her, feeling her wetness and warmth enveloping my digit. I moved it in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

With every stroke, I could feel her body tightening. I knew I was close to bringing her to the peak 

of pleasure. Her moans became more intense, and her hips bucked against me, seeking more intimacy.

I increased my intensity, licking faster and harder, using my finger to stimulate her G-spot. She gasped and cried out, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. I could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and I knew I had given her the pleasure she so deserved.

As she caught her breath, I pulled away and looked up at her, my heart swelling with pride. "How was that?" I asked, my voice a mix of excitement and worry.

She grinned widely, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Perfect," she said, her voice thick with desire. 

"Lets have a second round, Varnika!"

She laughed and nodded, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness wash over me. 

As she stood up, I couldn't help but marvel at her beautiful body once again. Varnika had a way of captivating my senses, and I knew that she would continue to do so for as long as we were together.

I reached out to touch her, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist before moving up to cup her mango-shaped breasts. Varnika arched against my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. 

As I gently bit down on her right nipple, she let out a low moan, her body tense for a brief moment before she relaxed once more. I couldn't help but wonder what other new sensations she might experience as our love continued to grow.

Varnika reciprocated the affection, her hands finding their way to my own waist. Her fingers traced the outline of my abdomen, sending shivers down my spine. 

She climbed onto the bed, her legs spread wide, and I knew what I had to do. I positioned myself between her legs and entered her with a single thrust, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me.

As we began to move in sync, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Varnika's body was a sensual paradise, and I knew that I had to give her everything I had.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me, and began to move with a fervor that I had never known before. Her moans filled the room, intermingling with my own as we became one.

As we continued to move together, the tension built between us. I could feel my orgasm nearing, and I knew that I needed to take it to the edge. I pulled back, my hands gripping the bed for support, and began to swivel my hips in a rhythmic dance.

Varnika's moans grew louder and more desperate, and I knew that she was just as close as I was. I increased my pace, thrusting harder and faster, feeling the pleasure build within me.

Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, I came inside her this time, filling her with my seed. Varnika cried out in pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her own climax.

As we lay there, spent and sated, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment.

The night passed in a blur of closeness and connection, and I returned home the next morning, my mind filled with thoughts of Varnika.



Despite the night I had with Varnika, I knew I needed to see Ankita and try to mend our relationship. She meant a lot to me, and I couldn’t let things end on a sour note.

As I approached Ankita’s apartment, I heard shouting coming from inside. Her voice was sharp, filled with anger and betrayal.

“How could you do that, Chintu? I trusted you! I always saw you as my little brother. I helped you, and this is how you thank me? I should file a case against you and the doctor as well! What criminals you both are!”

Her words were filled with hurt, and I realized she was talking about last night’s events.

“Get out!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Chintu’s voice was choked with sobs. “I’m so sorry!” he said, packing his bags and heading for the door.

I stood there, unsure of what to do, realizing this was not the right time to approach Ankita. The situation was tense, emotions running high, and I knew it would be best to give her space.

As I turned to leave, my mind was a whirlwind of confusion and unresolved feelings. The night with Varnika had been amazing, yet the bond I shared with Ankita was still strong. I was caught in a web of emotions, uncertain of what the future held. The mysteries of the heart were just as complex as any puzzle, and I knew I would have to navigate them carefully.

[sominoru]

Ankita couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for rejecting Ashok back in college as she followed him into the examination room. The air between them was heavy with un
spoken words and unresolved feelings as Doctor Ashok began his assessment. She did not find him attractive then. She does not find him attractive now. But, she should have been much nicer. Now, she is more matured. But back then she told everyone in her class about his proposal and he became the joke of the class. Now, she was feeling a bit bad about it. But Ashok seemed to have moved on from that. 

As he checked her vitals, Ankita couldn't shake the feeling of his intense gaze on her. She fidgeted under his scrutiny, her mind racing with memories of their shared past. The air in the room crackled with tension, both of them acutely aware of the unspoken emotions lingering between them.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Doctor Ashok cleared his throat and broke the silence. "Ankita, I need you to be honest with me. Are you taking any other medication or substances that could be affecting your health?" he asked, his voice gentle yet probing.

"No, Ashok! Just the viagra and some wine", She paused. "Nothing else."

Ashok took a moment to compose himself before responding, his tone professional yet tinged with worry. "Ankita, mixing viagra with alcohol can have serious consequences for your health. It's important to be careful with what you put into your body," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I know I already told you this before. But you really can't do this again! Do you understand?", he scolded her gently. 

Ankita felt a rush of shame at his words, realizing the recklessness of her actions. She nodded silently, feeling grateful for his straightforward approach. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about the risks," she murmured, avoiding his gaze.

Doctor Ashok's expression softened as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Ankita. What's important now is that we address the situation and make sure you're 100% fine," he said, his voice filled with genuine care.

Ankitas pussy got swollen up and her entire body became very sensitive. Slightest touch would make her moan with orgasm.

"Let me take a closer look.", Dr Ashok said. 

"Please spread your legs."

Ankita, feeling nervous but desperate for relief, hesitantly obeyed his instructions. Her legs were shaking as she spread them wide open, exposing the throbbing need between them. Dr. Ashok's eyes widened slightly as he took a closer look, noting the swollen pussy clearly outlined on the underwear and the raw need etched on her face.

He reached out to gently touch her, his fingers grazing over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Ankita let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch with a wave of unbearable pleasure.

"It seems your body is in a heightened state of arousal," Dr. Ravi said, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and excitement.

He gently pulled out her underwear and stared at her pussy. Ankita felt embarrassed.

"I understand how difficult this must be for you, Ankita," Dr. Ashok said, trying to reassure her. "But we need to proceed with caution to ensure your safety and well-being." He paused, considering his options. "I've got a suggestion, if you're comfortable with it."

Ankita, still feeling exposed and vulnerable, nodded her agreement. She had no idea what Dr. Ashok had in mind, but she trusted his judgment.
"I could help lessen some of the discomfort you're experiencing by... stimulating you manually," he said softly, his fingers sweeping lightly over her swollen pussy lips. Ankita shivered at the touch, her body responding almost immediately to his gentle caress.
"Is that... okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Ankita didn't know what to say. She was embarrassed, yes, but her desire was so intense
that she couldn't help but nod her head in agreement. She felt her body betray her as she not only said "yes," but also awkwardly wriggled her hips, revealing exactly how much she wanted his touch.
Doctor Ashok seemed to take note of her body language and used it to his advantage. He removed his white coat and revealed a pair of gloves, which he put on with a practiced ease. Ankita watched him intently, her eyes wide and her breath uneven.
"Is this what you want, Ankita?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and desire. "To feel better?"
Ankita's nod was almost imperceptible, but Doctor Ashok saw it. He slid his fingers into her, feeling the heat and wetness that had built up within her. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he began to explore her.

He penetrated her deeply, his fingers finding her sweet spot and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Ankita's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pleasure building up within her.
"Tell me where it hurts, Ankita," he murmured, his finger moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Ankita gasped, her eyes opening wide as she felt the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. She bit her lips, her body arching up towards his hand as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
Doctor Ashok watched her in awe, his desire for her growing with each and every moan she made.
As Ankita slowly came back to earth, she opened her eyes to find him still kneeling between her legs, his eyes filled with lust. She gasped, realization dawn
ing on her as she saw the erection tenting his pants.
"I... I'm sorry," she stammered, feeling ashamed of the arousal she had just displayed.
But Dr. Ashok only smiled, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Ankita, it's okay. You should never have to be ashamed of your body's natural responses," he said, his voice low and sensual.

"Ankita, now can you turn around?", Ashok's breath was getting harded. 

Ankita turned around and she bit her lips as she was getting more and more aroused. 

She felt Doctor Ashok's hands on her ass as he parted her ass cheeks. 

"Are you okay?", he asked her. 

"Yes, Doctor!", she moaned softly. 

[sominoru]

Ankita, now can you turn around?", Ashok's breath was getting hard. 

Ankita turned around and she bit her lips as she was getting more and more aroused. 

She felt Doctor Ashok's hands on her ass as he parted her ass cheeks. 

"Are you okay?", he asked her. 

"Yes, Doctor!", she moaned softly. 

Ankitas puckered star shaped asshole looked inviting.

Ashok quickly inserted his finger and felt Ankitas anal walls.

Ankita let out a soft gasp, the sensation unfamiliar but thrilling. She arched her back, pushing further into Ashok's hand. He moved his finger slowly, feeling her tighten and then relax.

"You're doing great," he murmured, adding another finger. Ankita shuddered with pleasure, her body responding to every movement. Her breathing matched Ashok's rhythm, faster and more ragged with each passing second.

Ashok leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. "How does that feel?" he asked, intrigued by her reactions.

"heyy!!" Ankita gasped, feeling a wave of heat spread through her. She was on the edge now, caught between a delicious tension and the urge to give in completely.

Ashok's fingers twisted gently, exploring deeper. Ankita couldn't hold back any longer; she cried out in ecstasy as the pressure inside her built and then released in a shivering rush. 

Ashok started rubbing Ankitas clit with his thumb.

“Ashok! Please! “, she moaned.

Ashok kept his pace, relentless and steady. Ankita's legs were trembling now, every nerve alight with sensation. She was overwhelmed, riding wave after wave of pleasure until she thought she might burst. 

"Please," she gasped, her voice a mix of desperate and blissful. 

Ashok watched her, captivated by her intensity. He leaned in closer, feeling the heat from her body, and added more pressure with his thumb.

Ankita's world narrowed to this moment—the pull of his hands, the beat of her heart, the overwhelming flood of release as she came again, harder this time. Her climax seemed endless, each aftershock sending a shiver through her limbs.

When finally she stilled, Ashok withdrew his hands slowly, gently. Ankita turned to face him, still breathless, a lot of sweat on her skin and confusion in her eyes.

Ashok completely disrobed her and made her lie on the bed.

He entered into her gently and her legs wrapped around his hips involuntarily.

“You know Ankita. How long I wanted to fuck you?”

“Ashok!,” she breathed back, her voice barely a whisper.

Ashok moved inside her, slow and deliberate. He watched Ankita's face, the way each thrust pulled her closer to the edge again. Her nails dug into his back, pulling him deeper as their bodies found a perfect rhythm together.

She was lost in the moment, every sensation magnified. The delicious friction, the heat building between them—it was almost too much. Ankita's name spilled from him lips in a breathless chant, urging her on.

He kissed her deeply, feeling her tighten around him as she climbed higher and higher. His own release was building now, a fiery pressure that demanded more. He quickened his pace, matching Ankita’s urgency.

He admired her enormous breasts and long thick nipples moving with each thrust.

“Cum for me, Ankita,” he breathed against her skin. She arched beneath him, every nerve on fire as the climax crashed over her. Her body trembled, and she cried out, pulling him closer.

Ashok followed a moment later, a final thrust that sent him spiraling into oblivion. He groaned her name, lost in the pleasure of the release.

They lay together, breathless and spent. Ashok brushed a strand of hair from Ankita's face, kissing her forehead tenderly.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Ashok murmured, tracing a finger along her nipples.

He then started sucking her nipples. 

The warmth of Ashok's mouth enveloped her nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through Ankita's still-trembling body. His tongue flicked over the sensitive tip, teasing it to life once more. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him to take more of her. 

He alternated between soft, lingering kisses and gentle, insistent pulls that sent heat spiraling low in her belly. Each suck drew a low moan from her lips, and she arched into him, craving every bit of the sweet torture he offered. 

Ashok shifted slightly, one hand cupping her breast while the other traced patterns along her skin. He lavished attention on each nipple in turn, never letting up until Ankita was lost again in the haze of sensation. 

The rhythm was slow and unhurried, yet so intense it left her breathless once more. She felt herself surrender completely, drowning in the bliss of his touch and the intimacy of

the moment. Her body responded to him eagerly, the lingering warmth of their first union now reigniting into a new, smoldering flame. 

Ashok's lips never wavered, moving with a tenderness that surprised them both. The more he sucked, the deeper their connection felt—electric and undeniable. He relished her soft gasps, the way her back arched to bring her closer to him, as if she couldn't get enough.

Her skin tingled under his touch, alive with a delicious awareness that made Ankita’s head spin. She felt vulnerable yet powerful beneath him, every tug and pull on her nipple sending a direct line of need through her entire being.

His hand slid down the length of her body, fingers grazing over her belly and lower still. As his mouth continued its relentless play, his fingers found her wet and wanting once more.

He turned her around.

Warm kisses trailed down Ankita’s back, each one sending shivers through her. Ashok lingered at the base of her spine before spreading the cheeks of her ass, reveling in the way her body tensed with anticipation. 

His lips brushed over her most sensitive spot, teasing it with heat and breath until she whimpered for more. Ankita’s whole body was fire and need; she pushed back against him, desperate for his touch.

Ashok obliged, his tongue circling her tight hole with maddening precision. Each flick and swirl drew a gasp from Ankita's lips, a raw sound that only fueled his hunger. 

He alternated between slow, savoring licks and quick, playful strokes that made her tremble beneath him. She was lost in sensation, completely at his mercy as he explored her with unrelenting focus.