Adultery Mind Control Universe - ( Not A Regular Sex Story)

[Uma aananthi]

Disclaimers

1. All Fakes taken from internet
2. This is an universe where one story character will be linked with another
3. Here you cannot see any stories where female characters just expose themselves without any force, blackmail mind control etc because i hate such stories due to which i am starting a new thread


Part 1

MOM FORCED SUBMISSION TO SAVE HER SON FROM BULLY

STARRING MANJU WARRIER


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“Did you really think that was going to work?”

Manju’s mouth fell open at the audacity of what she was hearing.

Her son Vijay had been bullied at school for months. He’d insisted that she stay out of it, that it was between him and Raj, but when he’d come home from school that day with tears in his eyes, Manju had put her foot down. She’d insisted he tell her where his tormentor lived, and gone over to deal with the situation.




Raj’s parents’ reaction had surprised her. They’d just nodded, as if completely unfazed to hear of his behavior, and sent her upstairs to speak to him directly.

Raj had been laying on his bed when she entered. He looked exactly as she’d expected—blond, pompous, muscular. More muscular than she’d anticipated, if she was being honest. It made sense though; she loved her son, but it was impossible to deny that he was a nerd. Raj, meanwhile, was the exact picture of a jock bully.

She’d begun her tirade, telling the young man that it was completely unacceptable for him to treat her son this way, that she’d be talking to his principal, to his parents, that she’d do everything in her power to ensure that he learned the error of his ways and never bullied anyone again.

He hadn’t said much in response—he’d just watched her, nodding, as his eyes travelled up and down her body, a half-smile on her face.

To her surprise, Manju had found her body growing warm at the attention, even as the angry words spilled out of her mouth. She tried to focus on the anger she was feeling about the way that this smug musclehead was treating her son, but her attention started to drift. She couldn’t help but think about how little sex she and Vijay’s father had been having recently, how busy they’d both been.

How long it had been since she was naked, sweaty, her body heaving on their marital bed. How many months it had been since her husband had fucked her—truly fucked her, leaving her gasping, spent, flushed.

But she’d pushed back the distracting thoughts, and managed to focus on what she’d come to say. When she was done, she realized she was panting slightly at the exertion. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear—it was damp with the sweat her rant had generated.

And that’s when he’d said it.

“Did you really think that was going to work?”

It had taken Manju a moment to collect her thoughts. For some reason, a layer of goosebumps had formed across her skin—because of the passion she’d just shown defending her son, she told herself—and it was making her particularly sensitive. Aware of the air.

Aware of how much skin she was showing.

It wasn’t much, to be fair. Manju knew she had a body that the other moms would kill for, but she rarely showed it off. Her mind flicked back to the last time she’d dressed up showing off her natural gifts, her huge tits and rounded ass, the body that she knew most men would pay any amount of money to see..


She wasn’t dressed like that today. That wouldn’t be appropriate.

Manju blinked twice. Why was she thinking about her underwear?

“How dare you,” she finally responded threateningly, her voice low. “You arrogant child. When I’m done with you…—”

Raj held one hand up, and Manju fell silent.

“I’ll stop you there,” he said casually. “This isn’t going to work. You’ve gone about it all wrong.”

There was a long pause as Manju reflected on his words. She couldn’t help but notice his eyes continuing to explore her body as she did, and her feeling of warmness following his gaze. While he was looking at her face, she found herself blushing slightly. When his attention moved to her ample chest, she realized her nipples were hardening.

When he stared at the white shorts, she felt her pussy grow hot. Needy.

Hungry.

How long had it been since she’d been fucked? Really fucked. Not married-fucked; properly fucked.

“So what should I do?” she finally responded in a whisper.

“For one, I’m bored.”

Manju’s eyebrows shot up.

“You’re bored?”

“Yeah,” Raj said with a yawn. Manju found herself watching his mouth as it stretched out, then closed again. He had a pair of soft, pink lips. Not what she’d have expected from her son’s bully.

“Bored?” she repeated again, entranced at the sight his lips. They were so soft.

“That’s right,” Raj nodded, his blond hair bouncing slightly as he did. It was down to his shoulders, like he was going for a Kurt Cobain look. Not, she realized, that he’d know who Kurt Cobain was, despite the resemblance. He was far too young. “I spend all day listening to teachers try to teach me stuff, or tell me off, and they at least have some power over me. If you want me to pay attention, you’ll have to do more than just stand there and yell at me.”

“What do you want, a dance routine?” Manju replied, with a roll of her eyes. Suddenly, the idea of dancing for Raj crossed her mind—a slow, sticky dance, his small bedroom filled with a throbbing bass.

That, she was sure, would get his attention. She smiled at the thought.

“Nothing that extreme,” he said, waving off the idea. Manju was surprised to find herself slightly disappointed by the boy’s rejection of her idea. “Just, like…I mean, look at what you’re wearing.”

The middle-aged woman did.

“What’s wrong with this?” she asked defensively. Did he not like it?

Why did that thought worry her so?

“Nothing’s wrong with it,” he said. “But is that really the best thing to wear if you’re trying to keep the attention of a teenage boy?”

“I guess not,” she said thoughtfully. He was right—if she’d wanted Raj to pay attention to her, she should have worn something that would keep his attention.

And she really, really wanted Raj to pay attention to her.

For Vijay, of course. For her son.

Not for any other reasons.

“Sex sells,” he told her, a smile curling his soft, kissable lips. “When I’m looking at a hottie like you, what do you think I want to see?”

Manju blushed. Butterflies had appeared in her stomach at the news that Raj thought she was a hottie.

“What?” she asked, suddenly shy.

“You’re a smart girl,” he said gently. “You’ll work it out.”

Manju nodded. She knew what he wanted to see; she’d just wanted him to tell her.

She wanted to be told what to do.

Without another word, she slowly stripped down to her underwear, wishing that she’d shaved. A few stray hairs were poking out the side of her panties; she was sure that the internet pornstars that Raj looked at didn’t have bushes like hers.




Next time, she’d be sure to shave.

“Okay,” she said, feeling tongue-tied. “Should I try again?”

“You’ve got my attention,” Raj said, his eyes feasting on her body. Her body was reacting like she was a puppet, like his eyes were pulling the strings—when he shifted his focus to her breasts, she thrust them forward; when he looked at her bare legs, she crooked one in front of the other like a model.

And when he looked at her pussy…

“You should leave my son alone,” she started. “If you don’t, I’m going to…—”

“Okay, I need to stop you there,” Raj said, holding up one hand. Manju obediently fell silent. He wasn’t looking at her face when he spoke, he was staring at her panties.

Manju hoped that her black panties would be enough to hide her wetness.

“I don’t respond well to threats,” Raj continued calmly, still staring at her cunt. Not that he could see it, of course.

A small gasp left Manju’s mouth at the idea of Raj seeing her bare pussy.

“You catch more flies with honey, as they say. Although we actually tested that once—it turns out that flies loooove vinegar. It’s more useful as a metaphor than as advice on how to catch flies.”

Raj winked, and Manju was shocked to find herself giggling, her knees weak. Her son’s bully was…he was funny. And cute.

She hadn’t been expecting that, either.

“Okay,” she said with a nod. “So I should…”

“You’ve been using the stick,” Raj said. “Why not try the carrot?”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me what you’re going to do to me if I don’t stop. Make me an offer. Tell me exactly what you will do if I leave your kid alone.”

Manju’s eyes opened as she realized what he wanted. What she could offer.

“Please,” she said sweetly. “Please, Raj—leave Vijay alone.”

“And what are you offering if I do?” he asked, an arrogant smile on his face.

Manju’s whole body tingled at the sight of that smile. Raj was a boy who knew what he wanted, and exactly how to get it.

And she knew she was going to give it to him.

“If you promise to leave Vijay alone,” she said softly, “…I’ll let you see me.”

“See you what?” Raj asked teasingly.

“See me…naked.”

The last word came out as a moan. Manju could picture it—stripping off the last few pieces of black cloth separating her naked body from the bully’s gaze.

She hadn’t been nude in front of anyone but her husband in decades, but she’d let Raj see her naked. She wanted Raj to see her naked.

To protect her son, of course.

“Manju…” Raj replied mockingly. She didn’t remember giving him her name, but didn’t question how he knew it. Of course he knew it. “I have the internet. I can see naked MILFs any time of the day or night.”

“Oh.”

Manju’s heart sank. He didn’t want her. She knew she was in good form for a mother, but he didn’t want her—she couldn’t compete with the infinite professionals that the internet had to offer.

“Still, you might have something we can work with. Let me see, so I can properly consider your offer.”

Nodding eagerly, Manju undid her bra, allowing her huge tits to fall into view. She shivered with pleasure at the look of lust that appeared on Raj’s face—maybe she’d be able to negotiate with him after all.

As she slowly slid her panties down, his attention was drawn to the dark thatch between her legs. She felt so aroused, exposing herself to a teenage boy, showing him her womanly secrets.









As his eyes focused between her legs, she moaned loudly—if she touched herself, she knew she’d cum right there and then.

“Hmmm…” he said, and a flash of inspiration hit the young mother.

“I’ll put on a show,” she purred, sitting down on the chair at his computer and slowly spreading her legs. “Whatever you want to see. I’ll show you how I touch myself, how hot I get. Have you ever seen a woman squirt?”

Raj’s eyebrows raised, and Manju knew that she had him. Her son would be protected—for that, any price would be worth it.

“No,” the teenage boy replied hoarsely.


“I squirt when I cum,” Manju admitted, staring the young man in the eyes. “I can’t help myself. Every time I get myself off, I soak the bed. The sheets. My panties…”

“And I can tell you what to do?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back with pleasure at the idea. “Whatever you order me to do, I’ll do. I’ll touch myself however you like—I’ll use whatever toys you want me to use.”

Manju had never used so much as a vibrator before, but her clit was throbbing at the idea of obeying Raj’s instructions, filling herself up with toys of his choice. She knew that she’d do it.

She’d do whatever it took.

“You will obey.”

“I will obey,” Manju said breathlessly.

“I want to film it,” he said flatly, and Manju nodded.

“Of course,” she panted, barely even able to believe what she was agreeing to.

“I want to be able to watch you any time,” Raj said with a smirk. “Any time of the day or night, I want your body, there for my viewing.”

“Yes,” the mother moaned, breathless at the idea. Her naked body, performing for the blond teen, freely accessible any time he wanted…

Why did the idea turn her on so much?

“You trust me with the videos?”

“Yes,” Manju lied. She didn’t trust Raj for a second, but if this was what it took to protect her son, to protect Vijay, she’d agree to his terms.

Even if it meant giving him video footage that could destroy her marriage. Her reputation. Even if it meant filming filthy masturbation videos for Raj to do whatever he wanted to, she’d do it.

She’d do anything.

“I don’t know,” Raj said, pausing. “Is this really what you want?”

“Yes,” Manju said insistently. “I promise.”

“Prove it,” he replied with a grin. “Beg me.”

Manju’s eyes widened at the demand, but she didn’t hesitate, immediately getting down on her knees in front of the smug teenage bully.

“Please…” she begged. “Film me. Film me getting off for you. Please, Raj…”





Manju’s heart sank as Raj’s eyes were drawn from her exposed breast, moving to her face.

“Please,” she repeated. “I need it. I need this so much.”

As his eyes burned into her, she began to tremble at the intensity of his attention.

“I’m sure that’s all stuff I can find online,” he said with a half-shrug. “What else you got?”

The eyes of Manju’s son’s bully were burning into hers, and she was struggling to breathe. It was like he was applying a firm pressure to every part of her body; all she could think about was the fact that she was naked in his bedroom, naked in a teenager’s bedroom, naked for him, her pussy wet, her nipples hard, her huge breasts exposed.

“What do you want?” she finally gasped, unable to think.

“What can you offer?” he asked, refusing to let his gaze up for a second.

Manju’s eyes widened as a thought entered her mind, unbidden.

He wanted her. He wanted to take her. He wanted to use her body for his pleasure; use her for his pleasure. It wouldn’t be enough to watch her cum, he wanted her to make him cum.

He wanted her to get him off.

Manju almost climaxed at the idea.

“I can’t,” she groaned. “Oh, god, Raj, please…I can’t.”

“Then we’re done here,” he said dismissively.

“No…” Manju pleaded. “Raj, I…I…”

“You want me to leave your son alone or not?”

“I’ll give you head,” Manju said, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Please. Let me blow you.”

Raj’s lips curled back, showing his sharp teeth.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” Manju said. She was already on her knees, and—with great effort—she managed to tear her gaze away from his intense eye-contact, and focus on his cock, hidden behind layers of fabric in front of her. “Please. I’ll…I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Or on my tits. Wherever you want. Please…”

She realized what she must look like—naked, dripping with arousal, on her knees in front of a fully-dressed teenager, begging for his cock. Begging to please him.

It felt so right.

“What else?”

“I’ll let you film it,” Manju said, pleadingly. “You can film me blowing you.”

Raj nodded, and gestured to a camera that Manju hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room. It was pointing straight at them, like it had been waiting for her to arrive.

Like Raj had known she was coming. What she would offer.

“Turn it on,” he ordered, and Manju obeyed. As she moved her naked body across the room, she put a sway in her step, hoping that Raj was staring directly at her round, firm ass.

The red light turned on, and Manju shivered. The screen was facing her, allowing her to see what the camera saw. Her tits, on display for the teenage boy.

Her naked body, on camera, recorded for eternity.

She could feel her pussy leaking as she made her way back to the side of Raj’s bed, as she fell to her knees. She’d never sent her husband so much as a nude; now here she was, about to let her son’s bully record her giving him head.

“Are you ready?” he asked with a sneer, and she nodded. “Beg.”

“Please, Raj. Please, let me blow you.”

“Why?”

“To protect my son,” she answered immediately.

“That’s all?”

“Yes,” she lied, and his dark eyes flared.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said threateningly.

“…and because I want it,” she admitted. It was true. She didn’t know why she had this sudden urge, but she did. She wanted this muscular jock to use her mouth for his pleasure, to cum down her throat. She wanted to swallow his seed.

She wanted to obey.

“Please.”

“So you want to blow me,” he said, and she nodded. “How often?”

“Whenever you want,” Manju answered without hesitation. She could picture it now—her phone going off, leaving her husband and family to find Raj, to get down on her knees, to take him in her mouth until she came.

“I need it,” she admitted. She wanted it so bad. She wanted to taste his cock. She wanted to use her body to please him. To pleasure him. She wanted to use her mouth to make him feel good.

“What if I said every morning before school, and every night before I go to bed?”

“We’ll make it work,” Manju nodded, mentally reorganizing her schedule to make it happen. She’d have to start going into work a little late, and staying later, and driving over every night to get Raj off before he slept. She’d have to quit her book club, and her leader role at scouts, but it would be worth it, just to taste his cock twice a day.

And to protect her son, of course. That was why she was here. That was why she was offering her body up to the bully.

Of course it was.

“I dunno,” he said thoughtfully. “How do I even know if you’re any good?”

“Let me show you,” Manju said, her eyes lighting up. She knew that giving head was one of her strongest skills. “I’ll show you right now. Please.”

“Fine,” Raj said. “Show me.”

Manju was beaming as she crawled between the teenage boy’s legs, unzipping his pants and pulling his thick cock out. It wasn’t the largest she’d ever had, but it was larger than her husband. Even so, she knew she’d be able to swallow it down with ease, demonstrating exactly what she was capable of.

Raj watched her, his smile not reaching his dark eyes as she slowly swallowed his cock, staring at him as she did. She knew that men liked when she looked at them during sex. Not that this was sex, of course; this was just a blowjob.

This was for her son.



With one hand, she began jerking off the exposed shaft, her tongue swirling around the head of Raj’s cock. His pre-cum was salty, and she swallowed it down eagerly. With her other hand, she began to softly caress his balls—she wanted to reach between her own legs, but she knew that she’d cum if she did, and she needed to focus her attention on her son’s bully. On his cock.





“Good girl,” he said, smiling down at her, his voice thick with lust. Every inch of Manju’s being shimmered with pleasure at his words, and she continued attacking his cock with every trick she knew.

Within seconds, she’d swallowed his entire cock down, holding her breath as it entered her throat. Narrowing her eyes as she looked up at him, she began slamming it against the back of her throat, forcefully face-fucking herself with his cock.

“God,” he said with a groan. Manju moved her hands to Raj’s thighs for support, as she gave it everything she had. He was rock-hard in her mouth; harder than her husband had been in years. The benefits of youth, she told herself with a smile.

All the while, she was aware of the red light in the camera, capturing her actions. Capturing her unfaithfulness. Capturing her giving head to someone who wasn’t her husband.

He’d probably use the video to assess how good she was, she realized, to decide if her offer was worth it. Manju made sure to put on a show—she simultaneously showed her body off to Raj, in front of her, above her…and to the camera, at the side.

It wasn’t easy, but Manju made it work. She knew that she had to, if she was going to protect her son.

If she was going to get to do this again. And again, and again, and again…

Before long, Manju began to recognize the signs of an impending orgasm. She quickly pulled Raj’s hard rod out of her mouth, and used one arm to hold up her breasts as targets, opening her mouth wide and staring at him lustfully.

Her hand replaced her mouth, and she jerked him off rapidly, not saying a word, staring at him like a blow-up doll, like a parody of wanton lust. It wasn’t long before she was rewarded with two, three, four strings of cum, shooting out of the teenager’s cock and landing on her exposed breasts, some in her mouth.

Manju swallowed it down needily, her lips smacking as she treasured the taste of his cum. When she was done, she lifted her sizable tits to her mouth, greedily licking and sucking his cum off her tits as well, presenting herself to the camera.

When she was done, her skin was glistening with saliva and sweat, and Raj had a giddy look on his face.

“You missed a spot,” he said, putting his hand gently on her chin and bringing her face to his level.

Before Manju knew what was happening, Raj was kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She was surprised—whenever she went down on her husband, he never wanted to go near her mouth afterwards, afraid of accidentally getting a taste of his own cum.

Raj had no such compunctions—after several minutes of making out, he moved his mouth to her tits, licking and sucking on her nipples, before gently biting them.

His hands began to roam her body—they were rough, in a way her husband’s weren’t, and she quickly found herself writhing with pleasure at his touch.

She wasn’t sure when his hand had moved between her legs, but it wasn’t long before she was seeing stars. Raj’s fingers were masterful, filling her with an intense pleasure, bringing her to the brink of orgasm…but always backing off just before she came.

“Please,” she begged, but he just laughed in response.

Finally, as though suddenly bored, he pushed her off him. She lay on the bed, heaving, her body feeling like a tightly-wound coil, like she just needed something—anything to push her over the edge.

He watched her for several minutes, until she finally calmed down enough to speak again.

“Well?” she asked coquettishly. “Did I pass the test?” and Raj laughed.

“That was pretty good,” he admitted. “Yeah; I’ll consider it.”

Manju’s eyebrows rose, and she tried to ignore the insistent throbbing of her pussy, desperate for attention. “You’ll consider it?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Like I said; it was pretty good. You do that for your husband?”

“Sometimes,” she replied.

“Hmmm,” he said. “I don’t like that.”

“I can stop,” Manju said quickly, surprising herself.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said. “That can be only for you.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “Okay, I like that. What else?”

Manju’s mind filled with an image of her tits bouncing as she rode Raj on his bed, but she quickly dismissed it.

“You can see me cum…” she said seductively, disappointed by the shrug she received in response.

“I can see people cum online.”

“You can…you can make me cum.”

“I’ll bet,” he grinned. “Doesn’t seem like much of a challenge, though.”

Manju wanted to be annoyed, but he was right. He’d gotten her so worked up—it felt like a light breeze would be all she’d need to reach an orgasm.

“You can fuck my tits,” she her eyes flicking to the red light in the corner of the room.

“That sounds good,” Raj said with a grin. “But I want more.”

“You…you can fuck me,” Manju said, shocked at how easily he’d made her fold. It didn’t help that her throbbing pussy was doing most of the thinking.

All it wanted was to be fucked.

All she wanted was Raj’s cock, inside her.

“Maybe,” Raj said. The ache inside Manju’s body grew, magnified at his indifference. She wanted more than to feel him inside her—she wanted him to want her, to crave her body as much as she craved his.

As much as she craved his cock.

“You can fuck me bareback,” she offered, blushing at her crude suggestion. “You don’t need to wear a condom.”

“Maybe,” Raj repeated, and Manju’s eyes lit up as she remembered his earlier request.

She knew exactly what would push him over the edge.

“I make my husband wear a condom,” she purred. As she’d predicted, the boy’s interest was immediately piqued.

“Oh?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said, a sultry smile dancing around her lips. “I can’t go on birth control—ever since Vijay was born, my husband has used a condom.”

Raj reached out and rested his hand on her hip possessively.

“I like that,” he admitted. An explosion of butterflies appeared in Manju’s stomach. It felt so good to please this boy.

She wanted to use her body to please him.

“You’ll be the first man in decades to fuck me unprotected,” she said, her eyes fluttering at the idea. “Please.”

“Maybe,” Raj said for a third time, but his tone was different, and Manju knew he didn’t mean maybe.

Manju knew he was going to fuck her.

She couldn’t wait.

“But you have to leave Vijay alone,” she said, trying to take advantage of his sudden enthusiasm.

“Maybe,” Raj repeated. His hand moved down her body, between her legs, and Manju saw stars as he touched her dripping pussy for the first time.

“Oh, god…”

“Let’s see how this feels,” he muttered. He moved her hand to his cock—it was hard again—and she wrapped her hand around it and moaned. It felt harder than before, somehow.

His cock felt like it defied the laws of nature.

She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her again.

“You’ll leave my son alone?” she repeated, looking up at him. His smug smile returned as he positioned herself at her dripping entrance.

“We’ll see,” he said, and slowly pushed his thick cock inside her.

Manju’s eyes widened as the teenage bully’s erection entered her. “Raj…” she moaned.

“Mmm?”

“Oh, god. Raj…”

Raj’s brow furrowed, and a grin flashed across his face as he entered her.

“Raj…” Manju repeated for a third time. “Fuck. I’m…I’m going to cum…”

The mother of two had been on the edge of an orgasm for what felt like hours, so she was unsurprised to find her toes curling as the muscular boy’s plump cock filled her up. She felt so tight, so wet—she’d had sex before, of course, but she’d never before had such a feeling of fullness.

It felt amazing.




“Raj!” she panted, as her cunt spasmed around the intruding rod, her hips bucking uncontrollably. The teenage boy paused, his cock only halfway inside her, as a viscous liquid began to gush from between her legs. “Oh, fuck!”

His curiousity sated, Raj continued entering her, until his public hair joined hers, his cock completely inside her. Manju looked up at him adoringly.

“Fuck,” she sighed with pleasure. “Raj…”

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he replied, and she nodded in awe.

“Please…”

Raj pulled his cock out from between the middle-aged woman’s legs, then plunged it back in, again and again and again. To Manju’s great surprise, another orgasm immediately began to build. She felt so helpless—so used.

She loved it.



“Yesss…” she moaned. “Oh, god, Raj…”

It wasn’t long before another orgasm began to shake her body. Raj ignored her vibrations, ignored the new jet of liquid that began spraying his pelvis—his focus was entirely on the hard, steady fucking he was giving her.

Manju could feel the teenage boy’s cock throbbing inside her—it was hard as steel, and with every pump, with every thrust of his hips, she felt completely dominated. Owned.

It felt amazing.

She’d been fucked before—by her husbands, by boyfriends before that, even by a one-night stand or two. But never like this, never so thoroughly. As her orgasm subsided, she was stunned to feel another one immediately building—as Raj continued pounding her, her climaxes got closer and closer together, until her eyes rolled back in her head and she was unable to differentiate one from another.

Manju was cumming, cumming, cumming, a constant state of orgasm. It was melting her brain, electrifying her body—she’d never, ever felt so good. She’d never felt so alive. She never wanted it to stop, she wanted to live the rest of her life like this, on her back in the teenage boy’s bedroom, his hardness between her legs, fucking her into a puddle of neverending orgasms.

For a moment, she felt like she’d left the physical plane, stepped outside of her body and was able to observe the scene from the outside—her, a happily married woman, on her back in a stranger’s bedroom, letting him use her naked, limp body as a sex toy, as a sleeve, while a camera sat a few feet away and recorded everything.



Before she could reflect on that, she was brought back into the moment by two words, gutturally muttered by Raj:

“I’m cumming…”

“Yes,” she panted. “Please. Please, Raj, cum inside me. Please, Raj, please—I want it so much. I want your cum. I want you to cum inside me. Please…”

“I’m cumming,” he repeated, and with a powerful moan, he thrust inside her, mashing his pubic hair against hers, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he filled her with his seed.

Manju’s legs twitched as a final orgasm overcame her, and her aching cunt managed to gush one final burst of liquid, bouncing off Raj’s muscular stomach and adding to the pile of sodden sheets on the bed.

When Raj was done, he slowly pulled out of her, and she groaned and twitched at the sensation.

“Please…” she whimpered. Raj ignored her, and got up to check the tape.

When he was done, he threw her a towel and a fresh bottle of water. She gulped it down thirstily—she’d never cum so much, so fast and frequently before—and she felt completely drained, physically and emotionally.

She’d just given her body to her son’s bully. No, more than given—she’d begged him to take her. She’d pleaded for him to fill her up with his thick cock, to fuck her hard…and when he had, it had been the single best sexual experience of her life.

Possibly the single best experience of her life, period.

And to make it worse, she’d let him film it.

“You won’t do anything with that tape, will you?” she asked, gulping down the last of the water. Raj’s arrogant look was back as he threw her another bottle.

“Maybe,” he said with a grin. “Maybe I’ll show it to Vijay.”

“No,” she gasped. “Please. Raj. You can’t.”

The idea of her son seeing how she’d behaved, what she’d let Raj do…how much he’d made her cum. That couldn’t happen. She knew it couldn’t.

Why had she let him film her? Why had she given into his demands so easily?

He hadn’t even agreed not to bully her son.

“You need to leave Vijay alone,” she begged.

“Do I now?” he grinned in response. Her pussy pulsed at the sight of his arrogant smile.

God he was a hottie.

“Please,” Manju said. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes,” Manju insisted. “Please…haven’t I shown what I’ll do? I’ll…I’ll fuck you again.”

Her clit tightened at the thought. God she wanted to fuck Vijay again.

“I dunno,” he said nonchalantly.

“Raj, please. I…I need this.”

“This?” he asked, waggling his dick at her. It was only semi-hard, coated with a mixture of their juices. His drying cum, her pussy juices, the thick liquid she emitted whenever she came.

Her mouth watered at the idea of taking his half-hard cock into her mouth, cleaning it, tasting it, making it hard once more…

“Yes,” she admitted. “But…my son. I need you to leave him alone. I’ll do anything.”

“Like what?”

“Anything,” Manju said urgently. “I’ll…I’ll fuck you in my bed.”

Her eyes fluttered at the idea. Sneaking Raj into her house, fucking him in the bed she shared with her husband. Squirting onto her marital bed, before taking another load of his cum deep inside her.

“Eh,” he said, throwing her another bottle of water, then sitting beside her on the bed.

Only after drinking down half the bottle did his reaction hit her.

“…what does that mean?” she asked quietly, embarrassed. Had…had it not been good for him? He’d cum so ferociously, she’d assumed he’d enjoyed it as much as she had. She knew that she was a catch, that her body was one that men dreamed of—particularly boys like Raj.

“I mean…”

“What?” she asked desperately, as the silence stretched on.

Raj shrugged.

“It’s just…I did most of the work.”

Manju’s cheeks reddened. He was right. She’d blown him with gusto, putting everything she could into the loving head that she’d given him…but when it came to the sex, she’d basically just lay there.

She’d lay still on the bed and let him give her the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced.




“I can do better,” she said. “Please. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

Raj sat down on the bed beside her. His eyes travelled up and down her sweaty, sticky body—just like earlier, her body was acutely aware of his gaze. When he looked at her neck, she imagined his hand wrapped around it as he fucked her. When he looked at her tits, she could do nothing but remember what it had felt like when his mouth was on them.

As his eyes moved down her stomach, she pictured herself at the gym—where she hadn’t been in years—working out, doing crunches, spending time on the treadmill, improving her fitness for him.

For Vijay.

For her son’s bully.

And when his eyes moved to the creampie between her legs, his white seed oozing out from between the fat lips of her labia, she moaned uncontrollably.

“I’ll ride you,” she begged. “You can lie back and do nothing. I’ll milk the cum out of you. I’m so wet for you Raj, please…”

“No,” he said, reaching out. To her surprise, his hand didn’t move to her pussy, but to her ass. He pulled her towards him.

She obeyed.

“What, then?”

“I want to fuck you here,” he said, his finger gently probing the tight rosebud of her ass. “Does your husband do this?”

“No…no one ever has.”

“I want to fuck your ass,” he said smugly. “Let me take your virgin asshole.”

Manju wanted to fight back. She’d never had any interest in anal sex—it had always seemed unseemly. Unpleasant.

Unladylike.

But if Raj wanted it, she knew that she’d obey. She knew he’d do anything he wanted.

Anything.

“Yes,” Manju groaned, as one of Raj’s hands pinched her nipple possessively. “Do it. Yes. Please…”

“Right now,” he said, and she was surprised to find that the teenage boy’s cock was thickening once more. Three times in less than an hour…her husband had been like that, once, but age had taken its toll. Now, after he came once, he was done for the night.

“Yess…” she moaned, closing her eyes as she realized what she was agreeing to.

She’d come over to lecture Raj, to make him stop bullying her child. Now, she was agreeing to let him fuck her ass, a place no man had ever gone.

Her clit was threatening to burst.

“Do it,” she repeated. “Right now. Please, Raj. I…I need it.”

“Tell the camera,” he instructed, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought of anyone seeing this recording. Her husband, seeing her give up her ass to a teenager. Her son, watching her being dominated by his bully.

Raj, later, jerking off as he watched himself fill her ass with his seed.

“I need Raj’s cock,” she whispered, staring into the dark lens in the corner. She hadn’t even noticed he’d started the recording again, but the blinking red light told her that their entire conversation had been recorded.

“Where?”

“In my ass,” she murmured. “I…I need him to fuck my ass.”

“Talk about how much better I am than your husband.”

“So much better,” she moaned, closing her eyes, wishing that she was lying, knowing she was telling the truth. Her voice grew louder as she continued. “God, Raj. You’re so much bigger. So much thicker. You get so much harder.”

“Tell the camera why you’ve never let him fuck your ass.”

“He’s not a real man like you,” she said, immediately understanding what the boy wanted to hear. “You’re a better lover than he’ll ever be. You have a real man’s cock, and I want it. I need it. I’m completely addicted.”

“Don’t cum,” Raj warned, noticing that she’d moved one hand between her legs. “You aren’t allowed to cum until I do.”





A whimper left Manju’s lips.

“Now get me ready,” he instructed, and Manju tore her eyes from the red dot, and focused her attention back on the hard cock that was waiting for her.

As his thick rod slipped between her lips for the second time that afternoon, Manju realized she’d have to make a real effort not to cum. Despite the string of powerful orgasms she’d just had, the situation was so hot, she felt so heightened. Just the sensation of blowing Raj had left her throbbing once more, her clit begging for attention, her pussy aching to feel the teenager’s shaft enter her again…

But it wouldn’t be her pussy that he invaded, not today. It would be her ass.

She shuddered with arousal at the thought. It felt so wrong, letting a cock inside her there. But—as everything with Raj did—it also felt so inexplicably right…

“Good girl,” Raj moaned. “Good little cocksucker…“

As her tongue swirled around the boy’s head, lapping up the combination of their juices, Manju wanted to beam with joy. He was right—she was a good little cocksucker. She was a good girl.

She was Raj’s good girl. She was a good little slut for her son’s bully.

It felt so comfortable. So natural.

So right.

When the teenager’s balls and cock were completely clean, and he was rock-hard once more, Manju stood up. On her knees, sucking cock—that was easy. It made her tingle all over. She knew that she was good at it, and she loved the feeling; the taste of cock in her mouth, the familiarity of it.

But what was coming next? That was new. Intimidating.

Scary.

“You ready?” Raj asked, and she nodded, not wanting to show him how scared she was. Glancing at the camera in the corner, she forced a smile to her face.

“Let’s do this,” she said.



Manju gasped as as Raj picked her up and moved her into position. She’d realized he was fit, but the knowledge that he could just pick her up and place her where he wanted…she shivered with arousal.


“You’re going to love this,” Raj said. Manju wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or giving an order, but she nodded—she was on all fours on the teenager’s bed, her large breasts swaying gently beneath her, her asshole exposed to the camera. To Raj.

She jumped, startled, as his cock touched the entrance to her tight asshole. Unlike the hot cock she’d been enjoying all afternoon, it felt cold, and it took her a moment to realize that he must have coated it with lube.

Manju’s mouth fell open as he began to enter her virgin ass, moving incredibly slowly. It didn’t hurt, it just felt like an intense pressure, a feeling of fullness that didn’t let up, and began to grow and grow as Raj continued to push his thick cock inside her.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Are you in?” Manju gasped in response. Her question was met with a laugh.

“I’m barely getting started.”

Manju’s eyes widened as she realized he was right—he continued to push forward, inch after inch of his monster cock entering her rear passage. The feeling of fullness had turned into one of slight pain, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to let it show.

She was doing this for Vijay. For her son. She was taking her bully’s cock inside her ass to protect him.

Manju closed her eyes as Raj continued pushing forward. She needed to distract herself from the intense sensations of his penetration. She pictured herself on her knees in front of him, blowing him, her submission being recorded by the camera.

“Oh…”

She remembered how large his cock had been in her mouth, how big and thick and delicious it had been. A sense of pride filled her as she realized that she was taking that mammoth cock deep inside her ass—her pain began to fade as her arousal grew, even as Raj never slowed down.

“God…”

Manju opened her eyes, wishing she could see the camera, a desperate urge to watch herself being penetrated suddenly overcoming her. Turning her head, she watched over her own shoulder as Raj continued to fill her up, fill her ass with his huge, unrelenting cock.

“Fuuuuck…”

She remembered how full she’d felt when he was inside her pussy, how good that had felt. Looking up, she noticed Raj was watching her with a grin, enjoying the shocked look on her face. “That’s almost it,” he leered, and Manju nodded, suddenly feeling too full to breathe. “You’ve almost taken it all.”

“Mmm…”

As Raj stared into her eyes, the last of the pain faded, to be replaced with a sense of accomplishment. The fullness was no longer a nearly-unbearable pleasure; now, it was a point of pride. She’d taken the teenage boy’s huge rod.

She was doing all she could to protect her son.

As she was just about to start to relax, Manju’s eyes boggled as Raj pulled out of her ass, leaving her with a sudden feeling of emptiness…before just as quickly ramming himself back in.

The pain was back, but only momentarily. It mixed with the strange sense of pride, the overwhelming feeling of fullness, and the mix caused something Manju hadn’t been expecting—a sudden burst of arousal.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Do you like this?” Raj asked, his voice low, his breathing unsteady as he repeated the motion—pulling out, then fucking her tight ass once more. “Are you a good little ass-slut for my cock?”

“Oh god, yes,” Manju replied instinctively. It was true—it was all true. He’d been right, she loved it. He was right, she was a good little ass-slut for his cock.

She’d never thought that being taken like this could be so satisfying, but suddenly it was all she wanted. She felt like such a dirty slut—all at once, it felt wrong; it felt right; it felt painful; it filled her with a deep, deep pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she found herself saying, turning back to face the wall of Raj’s bedroom once more. “Please. Raj. Fuck my ass.”





Raj didn’t say a word, but he sped up slightly at her words. Her eyes kept going in and out of focus, looking at the wallpaper of Raj’s room—a collection of planes, boats, and cars, presumably left from when he was young. They zipped around as the teenage bully fucked her ass.

“God,” she moaned. “I can’t believe how much I love this. This is so much better than I could have imagined.”

“You’re my little anal whore,” Raj grunted, grabbing her hips as he pounded into her ass. She could feel his pubic hair meeting her ass cheeks with every thrust—at some point, he’d managed to fit his entire cock inside her.

“Yesss,” she replied with a nod. “I’m your anal whore. You can take my ass whenever you like. Please, Raj, fuck my ass. I want it so bad.”

“Your ass belongs to me.”

“My ass belongs to you,” Manju replied, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. She reached between her legs—her clit was begging for attention, and she was unable to resist its call.

“Your body belongs to me.”

“My body belongs to you,” Manju huffed.

“Your orgasm belongs to me,” Raj reminded her, and Manju nodded enthusiastically.

“I won’t cum until you do.”

“Fuck,” Raj panted. His thrusting had become less rhythmic, like he was losing control. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in your tight…fucking…ass…”

“Cum,” Manju begged, her fingers dancing over her clit, her ass producing more waves of pleasure than she’d ever thought possible. “Cum inside me. Be the first man to…oh, god…be the first to cum inside my ass…”

“I’m gonna cum,” Raj repeated. “Fuuuuck…”

The small room was filled with a bellow of joy as Raj’s cock pulsed inside Manju, filling her with his seed. At the feeling of her son’s bully’s hot cum splashing inside her virgin ass, Manju’s fingers sped up, and it wasn’t long before she was cumming too, collapsing onto the bed as a burst of intense liquid squirted out of her.

Manju barely noticed Raj slowly pulling his cock out of her, causing his cum to dribble onto the stained sheets of his bed. She managed to muster enough strength to roll over and watch him pick the camera off the tripod and move it—still recording—to where she was laying, completely spent, on the bed.

“How was that?” he asked, his voice breathy, his grin smug.

“Amazing,” Manju replied honestly, batting her eyelids for the camera. “Raj…that was amazing.”

With some effort, she raised her hands to her large tits, cupping them and rolling her nipples around for the camera, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout her body.

“What did you think of your first anal orgasm?”

“Godd…” Manju said with a shudder. She was too spent to even try to work out what he wanted her to say, to play to the camera, and just answered honestly. “It was so. Fucking. Good. We can do that any time.”

“Just me, right?”

“Yes sir,” she replied immediately, without thinking. “My ass belongs to you.”

“What about these?”

With one hand on the camera, Raj reached out and tweaked her erect nipple with the other.

“Those too,” Manju replied dreamily, a wide smile on her face.

“And this?”

Manju shuddered with pleasure as Raj slipped one finger into her pussy.

“It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

“Good girl,” Raj said with a smile, turning the camera off and throwing it onto the bed. He leaned forward and kissed her; once more, she was surprised by the softness of his lips, the confidence of his explorative tongue.

When he’d had his fill, he pulled back. It took a few moments for Manju to return to reality—when she did, she fought through the arousal, knowing there was one thing that she still hadn’t confirmed.

“…and my son?” she asked shyly. On one hand, that was why she was here—to protect Vijay from his bully. On the other hand, what if he said the afternoon’s events had been enough, that she’d succeeded, that he didn’t want anything more from her?

“What about him?” Raj asked, a cruel smile dancing around his soft, utterly kissable lips.

“Will you leave him alone?”

“I’ve never touched him,” the teenage boy replied, staring straight into Manju’s eyes.

“What?”

“I’ve never touched your son.”

“But…then…”

Manju’s forehead furrowed as she tried to process exactly what Vijay had told her over the past few months. As she thought, Raj’s hand returned to the wetness between her legs—not an unwelcome intrusion, but certainly one that made it harder for her to concentrate.

“…then why did he come home crying today?” she finally asked with a slight gasp. Raj really was very talented with his hands.

“Because,” Raj said, his flat tone leaving no doubt in Manju’s mind that he was telling the truth. “I told him that today was the day.”

“What day?”

“I told him today was the day I was going to fuck his mother.”

Raj’s finger had been joined by two more, and they were slowly, lazily sawing in and out of Manju’s cunt, causing her to twitch internally even as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

“But…why did that make him cry?” she finally responded, her breathing uneven. Raj’s talented fingers had already brought her to the brink of yet another orgasm. “It was true.”

“Some people just can’t accept the truth,” Raj shrugged.

“I guess,” Manju said with a nod, feeling slightly embarrassed. No wonder Raj had been so dismissive of her at first—she’d been trying to make him stop doing something he hadn’t even been doing.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Raj asked, abruptly changing the subject. “Do you know Joanne, Terry’s mom?”

“Uh huh…” she panted. Joanne was one of the few Moms who competed with Manju’s own body, with her looks.

“She’s coming around tomorrow afternoon. She thinks I’ve been bullying her son. Come over, maybe you can help me convince her that I’m not.”

“Yesss,” Manju hissed, as she spasmed in orgasm, squirting onto Raj’s muscular arm. “Whatever you want, Raj…

“Whatever you want…”




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Second story from RMC Universe

Decent College Girl To Slut But Why??

Anikha was angry. She had been late for College Sports Day practice . Her teacher had made it pretty clear that either she would practice, or she would be out. . So here she was in a secluded part of the college sports field, Anikha looked around. She was alone but there was someone else in that place . She didnt knew who was he... Even though she was worried a bit, she decided to walk up to him. “Hey weirdo, Who are you? You better leave before I call the campus security officer, you pervert.” The stranger just smiled at her. Anikha suddenly realized that she hadn’t been very friendly. Somehow she felt she had to apologize. “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude...”

What was she saying? Of course she had wanted to be rude. “What’s your name?” “Anikha, nice to meet you.” What was going on here? Instead of telling this asshole to fuck off she had a small talk with him. This had to stop! “Why do you stare at me?” What the hell had come over her? He smiled at her. “Very nice.Though you are decent looking college girl which every parent wish their child to be, I wish I could see your little panties . She giggled. She never giggled. Decent girls never giggle.Bimbos giggled but not her. And why did she feel so compelled to openly behave and get along to his indecent moves?

It was as if he had put some spell on her. He had taken off his sunglasses and for the first time Anikha could see his eyes. They were full of self-confidence. “You wearing a bra?” “Yes!” This was getting dangerous. “Take it off!” “What?” “You heard me.” Her hands were already moving beneath her sweater, unhooking the garment. She pushed and pulled until it came out from under her sweater. “Throw it away!” Off it went. “I don’t want this”, Anikha stated.


Now he grinned at her. “I know though decent u have a cock-tease attitude in you .It feels good, doesn’t it?” She blushed. He was right. Her bare breasts felt wonderful beneath her uniform. Her nipples scraping over the rough inside of her sweater made her feel... aroused. Wait. Did he just call her a cock-tease? She had to get out of this. “Listen, I’d love talking to you, but I must go now.” She turned and walked away. “Oh, I don’t think you should go,” he called after her. She stopped and faced him again. “Now that you’re bare beneath your top, you should practice some more routines. Just make sure to jiggle your titties. I like that a lot.” Well, if he really liked it, she should do it. At least she was a little cock-tease. So Anikha found herself doing her routine again, this time however she shook her upper body heavily, so her free breasts jiggled and wobbled. Her nipples were rock hard, desperately trying to poke through her top. Anikha made sure she frequently flashed her panties at him as he had seemed to like that to. Oh yes, she was quite a cock-tease. After five minutes Anikha was exhausted. She had to get a shower and then meet teacher .
He blocked the door to the locker room. “Listen, you had your show and I have worked up quite some sweat. I need a shower now and then I have to meet my boyfriend. So why don’t we leave it at that?” He didn’t move an inch. Instead he spoke to her. “I think you should practice some more. And if you’re hot, you could take off your sweater. I’m sure you are very aroused, just from imaging yourself being a topless cock-teasing cheerleader for me. And for your boyfriend... call him and tell him he is history!” Anikha’s jaw dropped. No one has ever dared to speak to her like that. But then Anikha imagined herself dancing topless for this complete stranger, bouncing her 36-D’s for him. She felt a familiar tingle in her pussy. Could it be that she was aroused? This stranger was so damn sure of himself that he simply told her to dance topless for him, not even considering she might not do it. Josh wouldn’t even have begged for it. He was such a wimp. She took the cell-phone the stranger had offered. “Josh?—Yes, it’s me. Listen, don’t wait for me. I’m through with you.” She disconnected and handed the phone back

[Uma aananthi]

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Then she smiled with a  proud face... However  a drop of tears fell from her eyes. This was nothing but her inner conscious. Now main challenge for this unknown would be to break her consciousness and make her filthy

Then she smiled with a  proud face... However  a drop of tears fell from her eyes. This was nothing but her inner conscious. Now main challenge for this unknown She just had dumped her boyfriend and now she stood half-naked in front of a total stranger, hoping to find his approval. She was a beautiful girl. Her blonde hair framed her face nicely and at 19 her lightly tanned body was trim and fit. Her 36-D’s showed no sign of sag and her 35-inch hips were just as firm as her long legs. Yet, Anikha couldn’t make out the slightest hint if he liked what he saw. Instinctively she pushed back her shoulders and thus her breasts jutted forward. Now she saw a small smile on his face. She was a good girl. She was presenting her breasts and she was a good girl. She loved being a topless cock-teasing cheerleader for him. But a cock-teasing cheerleader wouldn’t just show off her breasts. She would show off her TITS. Yes, she was presenting her tits to him, her big 36-D tits. He was really smiling now. “You are enjoying this my little slut, aren’t you?”

Anikha could feel her panties moisten. She was such a slut, showing off her tits to a complete stranger. She found it wonderful to be slut. Why hadn’t she noticed earlier what a slut she was? Why was she decent and conservative till date. She was a slut, so she danced like one, jiggling her tits, wiggling her ass, flashing her panties. She danced a stripper’s dance. She bounced up and down so he could see her hooters flying. “Now you’re getting into it. You are aroused beyond belief. I bet your panties are soaking wet, you little whore.” Oh yes, they were. She had to show him. She lay down on her back, her hips going up and down as if she was fucking, causing the hem of her skirt to rise above her soaked white panties. She showed her wet panties to him. She was such a whore. She grabbed the waistband and yanked them up, yanked the crotch right into the slit of her cunt, presenting her swollen, glistening cuntlips. He wanted to see what a whore she was. And she showed him. With one hand she yanked the crotch of her panties up and down her slit, the other kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples, exactly like a whore would do







She was about to come for him. He wanted her to piss cunt juice into her panties and onto the grass of the college field. She had seen it in his eyes. His eyes had seen the dirty little slut she really was. When finally her panties gave in and were ripped from her harsh ministrations she came in the most powerful orgasm she ever had experienced. Both of her hands were on her tits now, so he could get a clear view of her dripping whore-snatch. She still made fucking motions and her spasming cunt spewed wave after wave of slimy juices all over the place. Finally her motions stopped and she collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. She looked up at him and when she saw him smile again, she knew that she had pleased him. Wordlessly she stood up and went to the locker room. She definitely needed a shower. He followed her. While she undressed he checked her street clothes. The denim miniskirt found his approval but taking a pair of scissors he shortened her gray sweater a bit so her midriff would be bare

The bra went into the trash can. He wanted her boobs bare. A whore didn’t wear bras. Anikha shuddered at the thought what the rough wool would do to her still aroused nipples. Anikha blushed when he held up her black thong giving her an enquiring look. She was such a slut, wearing those panties. When she was naked he stood up and slowly approached her. She quivered as she thought of all the things this man would do to her. Already her arousal rose. She wouldn’t deny anything that he wished to do with her. She still was a virgin, but Anikha knew that she wouldn’t be for very long. She prepared to being taken and frowned when he just gave her a little kiss on her cheek. “Hush, my little cock-tease, take a quick shower, so we can get out of here. I have plans for that body of yours.” She squealed when he gave her firm butt a playful swat and hurried to the showers. He hadn’t even asked her. He didn’t bother if she was available. He had told her and she would comply.




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When she came out of the shower, he took the towel from her and rubbed her dry, paying special attention to the most sensitive parts of her body, which sent bolts of lust through her young body. He grinned when he saw how easily aroused she was. When she was dressed she posed for him and he checked her appearance. He seemed satisfied, yet he raised the hem of her skirt, grabbed her little black thong and yanked it high into her crotch. Her cuntlips were now visible and in the back her panties had disappeared deep into the cleft of her ass-cheeks. He grabbed both cheeks and pushed her hard against the locker room wall, pressing his mouth onto hers. She moaned into his mouth while she responded to his hard kiss and she began rubbing her crotch against his leg. She humped him like a dog bitch in heat, she was such a slut. When he broke the kiss she breathed heavily, partly from the lack of air, partly from her arousal. She wanted him to take her, take her virginity. But again, he held her there. “Come with me

[Uma aananthi]

Suddenly the stranger gets a call... He disconnects the call. He takes anikha's mobile download friends chat app. Though name of the app is friends chat however girls main job is to be naked and earn coins in the form of gift...

The stranger knows very well she cannot earn huge money from the app. But he had two intentions behind making her do it.. Firstly he want to break her inhibitions her inner conscious and her morality which still taunt her while she do all this stuffs.

Secondly he want to make anikha understand her value.. Because people in chatting site would surely call her slut bitch randi thevidiya cum bucket filthy shit etc... So she should get used to it and this will break her and corrupt her...

The stranger had set her a Target... Within 2 hours she should make 30,000 which is highly impossible for even experienced online prostitutes.. Saying this he gave mobile to anikha and left. He was also sure anikha wont try to escape with the help of  her mobile  as she was now  under the control of stranger mentally..

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Now the stranger comes out of the room by giving a task to anikha. At once coming out stranger opened his mobile and found he recieved an video clip from his brother with a message





HI BRO... THIS IS MY NEW PET... WHAT IS HER RESPONSIBILITY IN OUR PARA-WORLD

Stranger with  a smile replied

A BREEDING MACHINE... MAY THE SOUL OF Gopalakrishnan  REST IN PEACE





To be continued

Disclaimer :

This story is pure imagination..All characters appearing in this story  are fictitious.. Any resemblance to person living or dead is purely coincidental

All pictures taken from internet and credits belongs to people who originally created this fakes

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After chat session stranger opened a secret window from where he can see whatever happening with anikha in the room..

In that room, what stranger could see was that anikha was chatting to someone for coins.. Person in the online chat was giving her comments and she was following . “Spread your legs”, he ordered, like he owned her. . “Play with your pussy.” Her hand began circling her swollen pussy lips, pinching them, checking their wetness, rubbing her clit.





“You cannot cum.” She was his toy to play with. He could do with her whatever he wanted. And it was him to decide whether she would cum or not. She was so hot, but she wouldn’t come. At least she only was his whore. Her needs meant nothing. She shivered. She was so close. He was watching her. He saw her rubbing her engorged cunt. “Lift your sweater and jiggle your tits.” She did with one hand, the other still in her crotch. “Grab your tits with both hands and squeeze them.” She roughly squeezed her tits, just like she knew he would like it. They hurt, but it felt so good to obey






She pinched her nipples, kneaded and mauled her boobs. He wanted her to do her tits hard and she obeyed. “Good girl”, he grinned, “you may come now.” Her world went blank as she exploded.

 

[Uma aananthi]

Stranger was shocked to see her performance but he was sure this was not because of her talents. This was because he had already controlled her brain and make her do all this stuff

Stranger entered the room and asked anikha to close the cam. She obeyed as he ordered  Asked her how much coins she was able to earn. She said she was able to earn only 5000 coins in one hour.




Stranger spit on the floor... And started mocking her saying how a unworthy piece of shit she was... Earlier anikha had a feel she was a college beauty  but now when a man broke her ego and showed her worth she was completely broken

Now stranger showed a photo to anikha

 

Seeing the photo of sushant her ex boyfriend who committed suicide few years back she was completely heart broken and also confused on how this stranger knew about him... Stranger said i know all secrets..

Stranger said

I AM DESTROYING U NOT BECAUSE IT WAS MY WISH... I AM DOING THIS ALL BECAUSE SUSHANT SAID SO....

Though Anikha completely confused after hearing this but now she was completely helpless as she was under his complete control

Soon you will be in this manner in front of public... By saying this stranger snapped his finger.. Suddenly anikha had a flash of of her future life





Also even your mom will be made like baby.. Suddenly anikha had a flash of her mom's future life




MORE TO COME BABY

[Gilmalover]

tats very hot

[Uma aananthi]

Both anikha and stranger reached anikha home. Still no one knew how stranger knew anikha address...With her sweater still raised above her tits, she climbed out of his car and followed him on wobbling feet. Anybody who watched her would see what a slut she was.




She moved in front of him and opened the door. Her mother stood in the kitchen preparing dinner. “Mom, we’re going upstairs in your bedroom where he will fuck my virgin pussy.” For a moment Mrs.Nayanthara seemed to be upset. But then she saw him. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She felt happy for her baby-girl. She only hoped he would fuck the little bitch good and hard. No mom would think in such a manner... But stranger hadW already controlled nayan with this looks...





While she climbed the stairs, anikha looked over her shoulder to see if he was watching her wiggling ass. She had to be a total slut for him or else he would fuck some other bitch. She felt relief when she saw him grinning.

Her cunt lubricated when she took off her sweater and opened the bedroom door. She was wet and ready for him as she jumped onto the bed ripped off her panties and spread her legs. He didn’t bother to undress, but why should he. He simply opened his fly, took out his pecker and lay down on top of her. With one hard thrust his cock was buried in her snatch. That was how a slut had to be taken. Hard and fast, without the slightest concern for her own comfort. His thick cock widened her never used tight channel to its limits. She imagined how pleased he must be taking her as she was used for the first time. She felt pride that she was able to offer her virginity to him. She was such a good little slut for him. He grunted as he fucked her with furious speed, pausing from time to time to watch her shuddering from his impact.


When she was used to his rhythm, anikha began fucking him back with vigor, urging him on to fuck her even harder. He sure would like that. As much as her freshly opened cunt hurt, she also began clenching her cunt-muscles around his spear as she knew, he would enjoy this too. She wanted to show him what a good slut she was, only aiming to please him, whatever price she had to pay.


give
After about five minutes of hard fucking she felt his cock throbbing within her. “Yes give it to me. Fuck your little whore. Cum in me. Fill your dirty cock-teasing cheerleader slut to the hilt.” He liked her talking dirty. “Fuck the little cock-teasing bitch like the whore she is.” Anikha felt him backing up and then he jammed his cock forward one last time. His hot come shot down into her womb.







When she came stumbling down the stairs with him they found her mother still in the kitchen. “Mom, he takes me away from you. I’m his whore now. Tomorrow I’ll move out of college.” Mrs. Nayanthara looked at her daughter then at him. When she saw his limp cock dangling out of his trousers, she quickly ran to him and knelt down, taking his flaccid cock in her mouth. She couldn’t let him leave with his cock covered in her daughter’s juices and virgin blood, not after he so thoroughly had fucked her little girl.







He smiled down at her, when she had finished cleaning his cock. Like a good mother she put the cock that had turned her girl into a woman back in and zipped up his trousers. He patted Mrs. Nayanthara and left, anikha in tow.



Before stranger left He showed the photo of another person which completely shocked nayanthara











Nayanthara ( in a shock asked ) - how did you get this photo...



stranger - Your ex lover whom you ....... gave me last week



Nayanthara :  But he was kil... I mean he died 15 years back... Then How







Stranger - Tell You Soon baby





 

Truth To Be Revealed Soon

[Saikarthik]

Nice update

[IABBHO]

Waiting for next update and hoping to see Nayanthara getting humiliation

[Manju roy]

Update please