Misc. Erotica Unwrapped -dirty devil

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It's my first work and my first post please comment your thoughts.


Story  would be slow paced much more focus on seduction .




Character – Insha Rizvi (24 year old), 

         Vishal Singh -28 year
Neha-old classmate
Soha-old classmate



IT was an extreme situation  otherwise Insha    she would not be here asking for favour , especially from him  .Vishal -her boss. She had joined the office six  month ago but she knew Vishal from her college days.He was her senior , although they had minimal interaction during her college days , she was quite aware of his reputation, and tried to avoid him. And now here she was in his office to ask for favour because of her stupid brother and cousin . 3 days back they railed through two man –( amongst them there was an old man- ) while driving in drunken state. And now both boys are in lockup since 3 days. She and her family tried every thing in their hand to get them out but failed.



While listening to her , Vishal could not help but getting distracted . She was talking again, her husky voice filling the room, and he didn’t want to look because he knew what he would see: a woman of 23 neither petite nor curvy , fine-boned woman with  brown hair in an elegant chignon. All feminine sophistication in a beautifully  kurta salwar ,a small silver necklace around her neck. It made her seem fragile, yet the impression she gave off was anything but. 
Since she had joined the office ,she seems to be avoid him as much as possible . During meeting or any other gathering  she would look at everyone in the room as if they were all having a conversation together and she was interested in what they had to say. Becoming warm and approachable but not to him.

it wasn’t only her beauty, though she had plenty of that fascinating to him .She sure had glow up since her college days ,it was not like she was unattractive in her college years , even in her college days she had plenty of admirers.But age has certainly done her magic on her that has been reflecting in her figure.Its not like Vishal
could find beauty anywhere these days and though he’d once glutted himself on it, it hadn’t ultimately satisfied him.perhaps it was merely the contrast to all the other women he’d had up till this point. Women his own age or a couple of years younger.
Whatever it was that fascinated him about Insha May, it felt pure fucking torture every time he sees her.He was warned by his father and also made himself a rule not start an affair with an office employe  , not because it was morally incorrect but because last time he was caught by his father.
A surge of heat went through him, vicious and wild. Winding the ache inside him even tighter than it was already. Fuck, he so did not need this. He didn’t get obsessed with women. But being attracted to his employee ! . This was against the rules and he was a great believer in rules. Pity his body didn’t seem to give a shit. 
He said he will look into this matter right away , told her not to worry about it. When Insha turn to left the office Vishal could not help but stare at her swaying hips , fuck. He was angry , horny – mere her  close presence  caused his cock to swell . 
Around 5 pm ,she was again in his again he informed her that the matter is serious but her bro and cousin will get bail  tomorrow.


The very next day Insha’s brother and cousin were released on bail.Her whole family was happy and relieved. In office she was waiting for Vishal  to arrive so she could thank him for the help.He seems angry over something on phone when she noticed him in the office , their eyes met and he immediately enter his office.
She entered his cabin, Vishal Is leaning back in his chair, legs splayed apart, all chiseled cheekbones, hard jawline and wide, powerful shoulders. Staring at her. Like he was committing everything she did, everything she said, to memory.He was as good looking as she had first seen him in her college ,may be much more attractive.
He Was sitting in exactly the same place, right in the center , leaning back in his seat. Watching her. A shiver went down her spine. Because she knew that look. The look of a predator. The one that said “I want you and I will have you, whether you like it or not”. The same kind of look that had drawn her into Piers’s orbit. SHE had noticed these look on quite some occasions .The pressure of his gaze made heat prickle over the back of her neck in reaction.

He straightened, skirting around the desk and coming toward her. It took her a moment to realize that her muscles had tensed up. Kind of understandable since they were alone , and though he was lean, he was tall, with an air of latent power about him. As if he had a purpose and was going to achieve it, no matter what. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. Eleanor took a silent breath. Calm down. He’s was her boss, Yes, an attractive one but he nonetheless  her boss -again she had known about his reputation among females since college. 
Just show your gratitude to him and leave as soon as possible from his presence ,her mind rang.

Before he came too close, he stopped all of a sudden, studying her. Then his eyes narrowed. “You’re afraid of me?” She blinked at the abruptness of the question. “Whatever gave you that idea?” “You tensed up as I approached.” How strange that he’d noticed. Not to mention discomforting. “No, of course I’m not afraid.”  I just wanted to thank you for help .. I 
He  abrupted her “You never look at me. “
 She blinked again, taken aback. “excuse me”
“During college and now here”
Eleanor stared at him. God, he was intense. She found it vaguely threatening in some way and yet, at the same time, thrilling as well. “Why would I do that?” ,her voice was husky
She shifted on her feet, “I could ask you the same kind of question,” she said instead. “ you always stare at me.” 
  
With a feral smile, he ask her, “ so you do notice me? But afraid of me,

No sir, why should I afraid of you ?  She said calmly “ I just wanted to pass my gratitude for helping my brothers , and again thank you , with your permission may I return to my desk “ 
 She then left the cabin
Lunch time

Eleanor sat there with some of the other faculty members, talking about something that was clearly very interesting because she was leaning forward with her elbows on the table, making small, elegant movements with her hands as she spoke.

God, he shouldn’t have approached her yesterday after the lecture. He should have act normally earlier, and yet he hadn’t. What had he been thinking? He’d been obsessed by that split-second reaction he’d seen in her eyes. And now the feeling of her cool fingers in his had only wound that obsession tighter.
He’didn’t denied that he was looking at her when  she accused him.She was smiling at one of her colleagues, continuing to talk. And even though he’d seen her glance around just about everywhere where in the café, she hadn’t once looked in his direction.


Something stirred in him. Something hungry he’d been suppressing ever since he came back to New Zealand—there wasn’t any need for it in the life he’d come back to. The instinct of a hunter. Fuck that. He was going to make it his mission to get her to look at him. See him the way she had in the lecture hall, as if for one split second he was a man not a student. Get her to look at him like that every damn time.
He held her gaze, silently willing her to see him. To really see him. And shit, there it was again, that flash of silver in her eyes. A reaction she couldn’t hide.
Her gaze dropped, as if she couldn’t bear the weight of his stare, and he found that perversely thrilling. Was she trying to hide her reaction again? Collect herself? Had he affected her so much she didn’t know what to do with herself? God, he wanted to take that determined chin in his fingers and force her to look him in the eye. While he told her exactly what she’d been doing to him for the past month…
3 days later
 It Annoyed her. She wasn’t consciously looking for him, it was only that somehow her brain had decided he was a person of interest and so kept an eye out for him.And whenever it did, she found she couldn’t help looking at him, almost as if she was seeking out that disturbing black gaze. Which was insane. He was a student and that was all he ever should be.

By the doors, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched arrogantly in front him, he was there hands linked behind his head. There was a woman beside him, leaning close in, obviously telling him something. And he appeared to be paying attention. Until he lifted his head as Eleanor passed and his eyes met hers, hot and dark. And the same thrill passed through her as it had that previous week. The one she’d told herself she didn’t feel. She only smiled coolly back and walked on, not bothering to speak to him, ignoring both the flicker of heat that settled in her gut and the annoyance that the flicker of heat was even there in the first place.

The office was almost empty ,she was about to leave her desk when she found tall ,dark figure near her . had one arm against the doorframe, the posture drawing attention to the sharply defined lines of his biceps, left bare by the black T-shirt he was wearing. It was…distracting.

“So you said u are’nt afraid of me ,yet again u deliberately avoid me, even after I helped you with your brothers case.

His body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. For the first time in years he was so close .
“I am not afraid of you , I am just busy with my work,
Bullshit , prove it to me that you aren’t  afraid of me?
“I sorry but I am not “, she was about to leave  when Vishal moved, so quickly, so soundlessly she had no warning at all. One minute she was looking at the fabric of her dress, the next Luc was crouched in front her, his long, brown fingers gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to his. “Don’t you dare fucking dismiss me,” he said in a low, fierce voice. 


Bright shard of fear slid through her. Then she realized that though his grip didn’t hurt, it was firm. That his fingers were warm. That his body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. She liked him holding her. Keeping her chin where it was so she couldn’t pull away. So she couldn’t hide. And he knew. That perceptive, dark gaze of his saw everything. The anger slowly died out of his eyes, to be replaced by something hotter. Hungrier. His thumb moved along her jaw in an experimental caress and she couldn’t stop the shiver that went through her. Couldn’t hide it. “You like this,” he said softly.

She tried to jerk her chin away from him but his fingers tightened, holding her steady. Her heartbeat sped up, the sound of it thumping in her ears. “Let me go,” she said hoarsely. “Do you want me to?” No. 
“Yes”
Instantly she was free,  Vishal  released her.
Eleanor ignored the heat inside her, the way her skin burned from his touch. Tried to steady her voice.” Sir if you excuse me , I should leave “
On Sunday there is party at Orient,orginsed by Mr.Shingania ,I want you to come with me “
Is this party work related?
No
Can I say no ?
No
And if I refuse to come
Then I should remind u the favour that I did to you
So ,are you blackmailing me sir?
He was silent. Staring at her the look in his eyes hot. The sun slid over his brown skin, highlighting the exquisitely carved planes and angles of his face. High cheekbones, straight nose, hard jaw. All of him beautiful.
was she fucking insane? Getting herself into this again?
Again his finger touched her skin when he brushed her hair .
“Be ready on Sunday at 6 .”
“And I will send you a dress’
He then turned and leave.

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It is my first story and first post ,so pls comment your thoughts.

Story would be slow paced focusing more on seduction.


Character – Insha Rizvi (24 year old), 

         Vishal Singh -28 year
Neha-old classmate
Soha-old classmate



IT was an extreme situation  otherwise Insha    she would not be here asking for favour , especially from him  .Vishal -her boss. She had joined the office six  month ago but she knew Vishal from her college days.He was her senior , although they had minimal interaction during her college days , she was quite aware of his reputation, and tried to avoid him. And now here she was in his office to ask for favour because of her stupid brother and cousin . 3 days back they railed through two man –( amongst them there was an old man- ) while driving in drunken state. And now both boys are in lockup since 3 days. She and her family tried every thing in their hand to get them out but failed.



While listening to her , Vishal could not help but getting distracted . She was talking again, her husky voice filling the room, and he didn’t want to look because he knew what he would see: a woman of 23 neither petite nor curvy , fine-boned woman with  brown hair in an elegant chignon. All feminine sophistication in a beautifully  kurta salwar ,a small silver necklace around her neck. It made her seem fragile, yet the impression she gave off was anything but. 
Since she had joined the office ,she seems to be avoid him as much as possible . During meeting or any other gathering  she would look at everyone in the room as if they were all having a conversation together and she was interested in what they had to say. Becoming warm and approachable but not to him.

it wasn’t only her beauty, though she had plenty of that fascinating to him .She sure had glow up since her college days ,it was not like she was unattractive in her college years , even in her college days she had plenty of admirers.But age has certainly done her magic on her that has been reflecting in her figure.Its not like Vishal
could find beauty anywhere these days and though he’d once glutted himself on it, it hadn’t ultimately satisfied him.perhaps it was merely the contrast to all the other women he’d had up till this point. Women his own age or a couple of years younger.
Whatever it was that fascinated him about Insha May, it felt pure fucking torture every time he sees her.He was warned by his father and also made himself a rule not start an affair with an office employe  , not because it was morally incorrect but because last time he was caught by his father.
A surge of heat went through him, vicious and wild. Winding the ache inside him even tighter than it was already. Fuck, he so did not need this. He didn’t get obsessed with women. But being attracted to his employee ! . This was against the rules and he was a great believer in rules. Pity his body didn’t seem to give a shit. 
He said he will look into this matter right away , told her not to worry about it. When Insha turn to left the office Vishal could not help but stare at her swaying hips , fuck. He was angry , horny – mere her  close presence  caused his cock to swell . 
Around 5 pm ,she was again in his again he informed her that the matter is serious but her bro and cousin will get bail  tomorrow.


The very next day Insha’s brother and cousin were released on bail.Her whole family was happy and relieved. In office she was waiting for Vishal  to arrive so she could thank him for the help.He seems angry over something on phone when she noticed him in the office , their eyes met and he immediately enter his office.
She entered his cabin, Vishal Is leaning back in his chair, legs splayed apart, all chiseled cheekbones, hard jawline and wide, powerful shoulders. Staring at her. Like he was committing everything she did, everything she said, to memory.He was as good looking as she had first seen him in her college ,may be much more attractive.
He Was sitting in exactly the same place, right in the center , leaning back in his seat. Watching her. A shiver went down her spine. Because she knew that look. The look of a predator. The one that said “I want you and I will have you, whether you like it or not”. The same kind of look that had drawn her into Piers’s orbit. SHE had noticed these look on quite some occasions .The pressure of his gaze made heat prickle over the back of her neck in reaction.

He straightened, skirting around the desk and coming toward her. It took her a moment to realize that her muscles had tensed up. Kind of understandable since they were alone , and though he was lean, he was tall, with an air of latent power about him. As if he had a purpose and was going to achieve it, no matter what. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. Eleanor took a silent breath. Calm down. He’s was her boss, Yes, an attractive one but he nonetheless  her boss -again she had known about his reputation among females since college. 
Just show your gratitude to him and leave as soon as possible from his presence ,her mind rang.

Before he came too close, he stopped all of a sudden, studying her. Then his eyes narrowed. “You’re afraid of me?” She blinked at the abruptness of the question. “Whatever gave you that idea?” “You tensed up as I approached.” How strange that he’d noticed. Not to mention discomforting. “No, of course I’m not afraid.”  I just wanted to thank you for help .. I 
He  abrupted her “You never look at me. “
 She blinked again, taken aback. “excuse me”
“During college and now here”
Eleanor stared at him. God, he was intense. She found it vaguely threatening in some way and yet, at the same time, thrilling as well. “Why would I do that?” ,her voice was husky
She shifted on her feet, “I could ask you the same kind of question,” she said instead. “ you always stare at me.” 
  
With a feral smile, he ask her, “ so you do notice me? But afraid of me,

No sir, why should I afraid of you ?  She said calmly “ I just wanted to pass my gratitude for helping my brothers , and again thank you , with your permission may I return to my desk “ 
 She then left the cabin
Lunch time

Eleanor sat there with some of the other faculty members, talking about something that was clearly very interesting because she was leaning forward with her elbows on the table, making small, elegant movements with her hands as she spoke.

God, he shouldn’t have approached her yesterday after the lecture. He should have act normally earlier, and yet he hadn’t. What had he been thinking? He’d been obsessed by that split-second reaction he’d seen in her eyes. And now the feeling of her cool fingers in his had only wound that obsession tighter.
He’didn’t denied that he was looking at her when  she accused him.She was smiling at one of her colleagues, continuing to talk. And even though he’d seen her glance around just about everywhere where in the café, she hadn’t once looked in his direction.


Something stirred in him. Something hungry he’d been suppressing ever since he came back to New Zealand—there wasn’t any need for it in the life he’d come back to. The instinct of a hunter. Fuck that. He was going to make it his mission to get her to look at him. See him the way she had in the lecture hall, as if for one split second he was a man not a student. Get her to look at him like that every damn time.
He held her gaze, silently willing her to see him. To really see him. And shit, there it was again, that flash of silver in her eyes. A reaction she couldn’t hide.
Her gaze dropped, as if she couldn’t bear the weight of his stare, and he found that perversely thrilling. Was she trying to hide her reaction again? Collect herself? Had he affected her so much she didn’t know what to do with herself? God, he wanted to take that determined chin in his fingers and force her to look him in the eye. While he told her exactly what she’d been doing to him for the past month…
3 days later
 It Annoyed her. She wasn’t consciously looking for him, it was only that somehow her brain had decided he was a person of interest and so kept an eye out for him.And whenever it did, she found she couldn’t help looking at him, almost as if she was seeking out that disturbing black gaze. Which was insane. He was a student and that was all he ever should be.

By the doors, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched arrogantly in front him, he was there hands linked behind his head. There was a woman beside him, leaning close in, obviously telling him something. And he appeared to be paying attention. Until he lifted his head as Eleanor passed and his eyes met hers, hot and dark. And the same thrill passed through her as it had that previous week. The one she’d told herself she didn’t feel. She only smiled coolly back and walked on, not bothering to speak to him, ignoring both the flicker of heat that settled in her gut and the annoyance that the flicker of heat was even there in the first place.

The office was almost empty ,she was about to leave her desk when she found tall ,dark figure near her . had one arm against the doorframe, the posture drawing attention to the sharply defined lines of his biceps, left bare by the black T-shirt he was wearing. It was…distracting.

“So you said u are’nt afraid of me ,yet again u deliberately avoid me, even after I helped you with your brothers case.

His body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. For the first time in years he was so close .
“I am not afraid of you , I am just busy with my work,
Bullshit , prove it to me that you aren’t  afraid of me?
“I sorry but I am not “, she was about to leave  when Vishal moved, so quickly, so soundlessly she had no warning at all. One minute she was looking at the fabric of her dress, the next Luc was crouched in front her, his long, brown fingers gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to his. “Don’t you dare fucking dismiss me,” he said in a low, fierce voice. 


Bright shard of fear slid through her. Then she realized that though his grip didn’t hurt, it was firm. That his fingers were warm. That his body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. She liked him holding her. Keeping her chin where it was so she couldn’t pull away. So she couldn’t hide. And he knew. That perceptive, dark gaze of his saw everything. The anger slowly died out of his eyes, to be replaced by something hotter. Hungrier. His thumb moved along her jaw in an experimental caress and she couldn’t stop the shiver that went through her. Couldn’t hide it. “You like this,” he said softly.

She tried to jerk her chin away from him but his fingers tightened, holding her steady. Her heartbeat sped up, the sound of it thumping in her ears. “Let me go,” she said hoarsely. “Do you want me to?” No. 
“Yes”
Instantly she was free,  Vishal  released her.
Eleanor ignored the heat inside her, the way her skin burned from his touch. Tried to steady her voice.” Sir if you excuse me , I should leave “
On Sunday there is party at Orient,orginsed by Mr.Shingania ,I want you to come with me “
Is this party work related?
No
Can I say no ?
No
And if I refuse to come
Then I should remind u the favour that I did to you
So ,are you blackmailing me sir?
He was silent. Staring at her the look in his eyes hot. The sun slid over his brown skin, highlighting the exquisitely carved planes and angles of his face. High cheekbones, straight nose, hard jaw. All of him beautiful.
was she fucking insane? Getting herself into this again?
Again his finger touched her skin when he brushed her hair .
“Be ready on Sunday at 6 .”
“And I will send you a dress’
He then turned and leave.

[Adb445]

It's my first story , story would be slow paced with focus on seduction. Pls comment your thoughts.


Character – Insha Rizvi (24 year old),

Visha-28 yrs old (boss)
Soha-old classmate
         Neha-old classmate

IT was an extreme situation otherwise Insha she would not be here asking for favour , especially from him .Vishal -her boss. She had joined the office six month ago but she knew Vishal from her college days.He was her senior , although they had minimal interaction during her college days , she was quite aware of his reputation, and tried to avoid him. And now here she was in his office to ask for favour because of her stupid brother and cousin . 3 days back they railed through two man –( amongst them there was an old man- ) while driving in drunken state. And now both boys are in lockup since 3 days. She and her family tried every thing in their hand to get them out but failed.
While listening to her , Vishal could not help but getting distracted . She was talking again, her husky voice filling the room, and he didn’t want to look because he knew what he would see: a woman of 23 neither petite nor curvy , fine-boned woman with brown hair in an elegant chignon. All feminine sophistication in a beautifully kurta salwar ,a small silver necklace around her neck. It made her seem fragile, yet the impression she gave off was anything but.
Since she had joined the office ,she seems to be avoid him as much as possible . During meeting or any other gathering she would look at everyone in the room as if they were all having a conversation together and she was interested in what they had to say. Becoming warm and approachable but not to him.
it wasn’t only her beauty, though she had plenty of that fascinating to him .She sure had glow up since her college days ,it was not like she was unattractive in her college years , even in her college days she had plenty of admirers.But age has certainly done her magic on her that has been reflecting in her figure.Its not like Vishal
could find beauty anywhere these days and though he’d once glutted himself on it, it hadn’t ultimately satisfied him.perhaps it was merely the contrast to all the other women he’d had up till this point. Women his own age or a couple of years younger.
Whatever it was that fascinated him about Insha May, it felt pure fucking torture every time he sees her.He was warned by his father and also made himself a rule not start an affair with an office employe , not because it was morally incorrect but because last time he was caught by his father.
A surge of heat went through him, vicious and wild. Winding the ache inside him even tighter than it was already. Fuck, he so did not need this. He didn’t get obsessed with women. But being attracted to his employee ! . This was against the rules and he was a great believer in rules. Pity his body didn’t seem to give a shit.
He said he will look into this matter right away , told her not to worry about it. When Insha turn to left the office Vishal could not help but stare at her swaying hips , fuck. He was angry , horny – mere her close presence caused his cock to swell .
Around 5 pm ,she was again in his again he informed her that the matter is serious but her bro and cousin will get bail tomorrow.
The very next day Insha’s brother and cousin were released on bail.Her whole family was happy and relieved. In office she was waiting for Vishal to arrive so she could thank him for the help.He seems angry over something on phone when she noticed him in the office , their eyes met and he immediately enter his office.
She entered his cabin, Vishal Is leaning back in his chair, legs splayed apart, all chiseled cheekbones, hard jawline and wide, powerful shoulders. Staring at her. Like he was committing everything she did, everything she said, to memory.He was as good looking as she had first seen him in her college ,may be much more attractive.
He Was sitting in exactly the same place, right in the center , leaning back in his seat. Watching her. A shiver went down her spine. Because she knew that look. The look of a predator. The one that said “I want you and I will have you, whether you like it or not”. The same kind of look that had drawn her into Piers’s orbit. SHE had noticed these look on quite some occasions .The pressure of his gaze made heat prickle over the back of her neck in reaction.
He straightened, skirting around the desk and coming toward her. It took her a moment to realize that her muscles had tensed up. Kind of understandable since they were alone , and though he was lean, he was tall, with an air of latent power about him. As if he had a purpose and was going to achieve it, no matter what. It wasn’t threatening, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. Eleanor took a silent breath. Calm down. He’s was her boss, Yes, an attractive one but he nonetheless her boss -again she had known about his reputation among females since college.
Just show your gratitude to him and leave as soon as possible from his presence ,her mind rang.
Before he came too close, he stopped all of a sudden, studying her. Then his eyes narrowed. “You’re afraid of me?” She blinked at the abruptness of the question. “Whatever gave you that idea?” “You tensed up as I approached.” How strange that he’d noticed. Not to mention discomforting. “No, of course I’m not afraid.” I just wanted to thank you for help .. I
He abrupted her “You never look at me. “
 She blinked again, taken aback. “excuse me”
“During college and now here”
Eleanor stared at him. God, he was intense. She found it vaguely threatening in some way and yet, at the same time, thrilling as well. “Why would I do that?” ,her voice was husky
She shifted on her feet, “I could ask you the same kind of question,” she said instead. “ you always stare at me.”
With a feral smile, he ask her, “ so you do notice me? But afraid of me,
No sir, why should I afraid of you ? She said calmly “ I just wanted to pass my gratitude for helping my brothers , and again thank you , with your permission may I return to my desk “
 She then left the cabin
Lunch time
Eleanor sat there with some of the other faculty members, talking about something that was clearly very interesting because she was leaning forward with her elbows on the table, making small, elegant movements with her hands as she spoke.
God, he shouldn’t have approached her yesterday after the lecture. He should have act normally earlier, and yet he hadn’t. What had he been thinking? He’d been obsessed by that split-second reaction he’d seen in her eyes. And now the feeling of her cool fingers in his had only wound that obsession tighter.
He’didn’t denied that he was looking at her when she accused him.She was smiling at one of her colleagues, continuing to talk. And even though he’d seen her glance around just about everywhere where in the café, she hadn’t once looked in his direction.
Something stirred in him. Something hungry he’d been suppressing ever since he came back to New Zealand—there wasn’t any need for it in the life he’d come back to. The instinct of a hunter. Fuck that. He was going to make it his mission to get her to look at him. See him the way she had in the lecture hall, as if for one split second he was a man not a student. Get her to look at him like that every damn time.
He held her gaze, silently willing her to see him. To really see him. And shit, there it was again, that flash of silver in her eyes. A reaction she couldn’t hide.
Her gaze dropped, as if she couldn’t bear the weight of his stare, and he found that perversely thrilling. Was she trying to hide her reaction again? Collect herself? Had he affected her so much she didn’t know what to do with herself? God, he wanted to take that determined chin in his fingers and force her to look him in the eye. While he told her exactly what she’d been doing to him for the past month…
3 days later
 It Annoyed her. She wasn’t consciously looking for him, it was only that somehow her brain had decided he was a person of interest and so kept an eye out for him.And whenever it did, she found she couldn’t help looking at him, almost as if she was seeking out that disturbing black gaze. Which was insane. He was a student and that was all he ever should be.
By the doors, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched arrogantly in front him, he was there hands linked behind his head. There was a woman beside him, leaning close in, obviously telling him something. And he appeared to be paying attention. Until he lifted his head as Eleanor passed and his eyes met hers, hot and dark. And the same thrill passed through her as it had that previous week. The one she’d told herself she didn’t feel. She only smiled coolly back and walked on, not bothering to speak to him, ignoring both the flicker of heat that settled in her gut and the annoyance that the flicker of heat was even there in the first place.
The office was almost empty ,she was about to leave her desk when she found tall ,dark figure near her . had one arm against the doorframe, the posture drawing attention to the sharply defined lines of his biceps, left bare by the black T-shirt he was wearing. It was…distracting.
“So you said u are’nt afraid of me ,yet again u deliberately avoid me, even after I helped you with your brothers case.
His body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. For the first time in years he was so close .
“I am not afraid of you , I am just busy with my work,
Bullshit , prove it to me that you aren’t afraid of me?
“I sorry but I am not “, she was about to leave when Vishal moved, so quickly, so soundlessly she had no warning at all. One minute she was looking at the fabric of her dress, the next Luc was crouched in front her, his long, brown fingers gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to his. “Don’t you dare fucking dismiss me,” he said in a low, fierce voice.
Bright shard of fear slid through her. Then she realized that though his grip didn’t hurt, it was firm. That his fingers were warm. That his body was very, very close. That he smelled of musk and dry earth, and she liked it. She liked him holding her. Keeping her chin where it was so she couldn’t pull away. So she couldn’t hide. And he knew. That perceptive, dark gaze of his saw everything. The anger slowly died out of his eyes, to be replaced by something hotter. Hungrier. His thumb moved along her jaw in an experimental caress and she couldn’t stop the shiver that went through her. Couldn’t hide it. “You like this,” he said softly.
She tried to jerk her chin away from him but his fingers tightened, holding her steady. Her heartbeat sped up, the sound of it thumping in her ears. “Let me go,” she said hoarsely. “Do you want me to?” No.
“Yes”
Instantly she was free, Vishal released her.
Eleanor ignored the heat inside her, the way her skin burned from his touch. Tried to steady her voice.” Sir if you excuse me , I should leave “
On Sunday there is party at Orient,orginsed by Mr.Shingania ,I want you to come with me “
Is this party work related?
No
Can I say no ?
No
And if I refuse to come
Then I should remind u the favour that I did to you
So ,are you blackmailing me sir?
He was silent. Staring at her the look in his eyes hot. The sun slid over his brown skin, highlighting the exquisitely carved planes and angles of his face. High cheekbones, straight nose, hard jaw. All of him beautiful.
was she fucking insane? Getting herself into this again?
Again his finger touched her skin when he brushed her hair .
“Be ready on Sunday at 6 .”
“And I will send you a dress’
He then turned and leave.

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She could have said no but here she was at the orient .For the first time in her she was in such an expensive place ,she felt out of place there ,she felt like that people were staring her .Her anxiousness suddenly changed to something else when she felt a looming presence behind her and she knew from the odour that it was Vishal.

"Looking ravishing miss Rizvi"

She have met a lot of men in her life, but few who are as bold as Vishal singh. The second he had her attention and was sure that he had it was the moment he chose to look away. He chooses to stare her up and down, to take her in. His eyes rolled slow and deliberate over her body, and she could almost feel that gaze licking at the skin beneath her clothes. VISHAL checked me out. He took his time. He wanted her to know what he was doing. Vishal took in every inch of her and then he met her gaze again with a cocky challenge, daring me to call him out on it. By all rights I should have, but there was no way that I was going to. She felt a sensation ran through her at his audacious behaviour.She was used lecherous stare from men but from Vishal it felt something else and the dress she was wearing also wasn't helping.

The dress was somehow both simple and stunning, a basic white sheath skirt that goes all the way to the floor with gold bands of ornamentation and a matching gold bodice. Though it’s low cut, and requires her to go braless, it holds her breasts well, letting nothing spill out. . It was tight it is around her hips. The gold bands are delicate needlework, and her skin can be seen through them, but it’s classy rather than slutty, and all the needlework in the bodice is layered with a material that matches her skin.

She had received this dress through parcel -Vishal had sent it.
She waited for everyone to sleep and then she tried the dress for the first time in her room. Although the dress was not that revealing or slutty but it still hugged her body perfectly showing her curves and that for her orthodox family was obscene.


She was twrilling infront of mirror her she noticed how perfect the dress fit around her ass , showing its perfect curve. She knew her swaying hips would surely draw attention from spectators ,she was used to attention but thought about Vishal noticing it somehow made her both anxious and excited.

She went to her friend Farhana's place ,whose house was in different part of city where nobody knew her and her family.She chose this place because she could not get out wearing that dress infront of her baba and ammu .Vishal had sent a car which picked her from Farhana's place.

She stare at the sign outside the gallery as they walk past. He was leading her ,Vishal' s hand is on the small of her back, directing her where to go, and while there is much to process sensorily in this moment, it’s only the hot touch of his fingers on her bare skin that registers in her brain.

With his hand settles on my back, and he leads her toward a security check . The security check-in at the top of the stairs seems to partly be meant to keep out the press.Now they've definitely arrived at the VIP party. The large open space is flanked by two bars and caterers are passing out dessert trays.


The sound of the crowd muffles around her e, and again, his touch and the thud of her racing heartbeat in my ears are at the forefront of my awareness. She force herself to find logical talking points and settle on the most obvious one. “What exactly are we doing here?”

Vishal doesn’t answer until we’re standing in of a large black and white photo of an empty sports arena littered with garbage and confetti and streams from pompoms. “We’re looking at images of our lonely world. Keep up, Miss Rizvi. This particular piece looks very much like my parents’ house.


I lower my voice when I rephrase my question. “But why are we here?”

“It’s mr singhania’s birthday.


"But why am I here?”
 
“Because I asked you to be here.” 

“You told me to be here, if we’re being precise. And I can’t figure out exactly why.” 

His eyes still focused on the exhibition, he gives yet another sigh. “Because I’m required to be here, Insha. As I’m required to be every year, and it’s so boring and dull that I decided it would be more entertaining to have you come along.”

This time when he tries to move her forward, she didn’t budge. 
“What?” he asks, his tone bordering on irritation. 

“You bought me a dress and made all that fuss that day just so that I could come here and…what? Be your distraction?” 

“That sounds like a fair summation.”

She stare hard at him for several seconds. “Do you not have any friends?”

 He laughs. “Of course I don’t have friends. I’m a wealthy, powerful man from an even wealthier, more powerful family. Most everyone who wants to get close to me wants something in exchange, and quite frankly, all I really give a fuck about is work. So yes, I have to look elsewhere for entertainment.”

 “And that’s what I am. Your entertainment.” Insha said

Finally, he looks directly at her and sports a cocky grin at her.

. “You like the job so far, miss rizvi ?” His voice was neutral.Everything he said seemed to cut through the bullshit.  
“
I guess so,” She said, a little uncertain of where the conversation was going.

“I find myself in the position, miss rizvi , occasionally, that I need a little work done. Let's call it extra paper work.” “Which is to say that, in negotiating, I sometimes need a little bit more than note-taking. You follow me?” 
 
She nodded - 
"you 've a lot of potential , if you prove yourself of worthy you will be climbing the success "

"Hi there" an old man greet them.It seems that man knew Vishal.Vishal introduced her to him.The old man took her hand and kiss it.  

Vishal and the old man whose name was Sharma engaged in conversation about a project . Insha noticed the old man ogling her body , especially her breast while having conversation. 

As the conversation end the old man looked at her and said it was nice to meet you beautiful, hope to see you again " again kisses her hand and left.

Vishal could easily read her face."This kind of people you have to deal with to get to the top .
He gets closer , eyes again roaming all over her curves and finally at her eyes "for a pretty woman like you have to deal with their pervert behaviour " he pointed finger again to Sharma who was now talking with another young woman , it was clear that the woman was uncomfortable.



. 

Insha met Vishal gaze , It wasn't her fault his brother was an idiot.If not for her idiot brother she would not have been here with the man whom she had always tried to avoid.VISHAL was a closed book, and he was terrifying. He was muscled and mysterious and dark and good-looking . 

She regained her voice "You are not that different from him mr Vishal"

"You are comparing me with that old hog , 
I think i m quite good looking and young "

"You know what i mean " 

"I don't miss Rizvi"

"You coerced me into coming to this party and " she caught her breath lowered her eyes from his .
" And ?"
She wishpered with out looking at him " and you have been ogling at my body since i got here."

"You seem to enjoy my attention,Miss Rizvi And by the way the dress does complement your figure "

"You should not talk to your employee like that , Mr Singh ".she said hesitantly looking him in the eyes

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Vishal chuckled and the sound of it drew her eyes back. He knew that breath was catching in her chest, knew that she was trembling a little but not enough that it was noticeable unless you were looking very closely at it. Her mind couldn't decide whether it was unfortunate or fortunate that close was exactly the word to describe the way that Vishal was observing her. "You intrigue me," he remarked, "I think you might have since the first day . There is this part of you that I just can't quite put my finger on. This tendency to overstate yourself as if you're covering for something, but what it is you're covering for I can never quite know for sure. "A lot of your words are spent describing your inadequacies, did you know that Insha? You will almost wax poetically about how much you are lacking. You never hesitate to beat yourself up over a missed opportunity, and you always punish yourself for your mistakes. That sort of attitude should come with a healthy dose of self-deprecation. Perhaps even resignation that you are the best version of yourself but that the best version of yourself is innately lacking. Above all else, you should have a lack of pride, and yet I see that pride in you as well. "There is a strength in your gaze. There is a hardness in the way you hold yourself. There are these moments where you refuse to acknowledge your weakness and it makes me second guess my assumptions about you. It makes me wonder if maybe you're more than just a pretty face and… more. "Maybe I see a hint of arrogance beneath the surface there, in your tendency to refuse help when you ought to ask for it. This hesitance to show weakness, a proclivity for putting your guard up, it all points to one thing and one thing alone to me. Do you know what that one thing is, Insha?" 

She didn't know. She couldn't think enough to clear her head and find out what he meant. She couldn't catch her breath long enough to stop herself from being lightheaded as he closed the space Vishal held his hand up to her, so close that he was nearly brushing against her cheek with the backs of his fingers. She felt her eyes flutter shut, felt her heart pounding in chest in anticipation of a touch that still held out. He was holding out for me and holding back for her.  


 "I don't know, what are you talking about," she told him .

"Oh you know, you were hesitant to ask me favour for your brother, if you had option you wouldn't have, but... I think there is reason behind it ..?"
"May be it it is something that hoes back to college days , that you heard some rumours about me" His reputation was as a player and sexual conquest was spread throughout the university . It would not be wrong to tell that he would change girlfriend every month, not counting his flings.

"Or maybe something you saw at the eve of Christmas party" said Vishal

Insha's heart skipped , image of that night suddenly started to flow, her throat become dry .

"I don't know what are you talking about " she muttered."


Vishal was about to say something when he was interrupted 

"There you are, Vishal .” A lady came near them . 

 “I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to see you today. Though, if this breathtaking lady is the reason you’ve been preoccupied" 

Insha noticed the lady's beautiful dress , she was indeed beautiful , Insha hardly feel any self conscious around beautiful women but the lady Vishal was talking was breathtaking , not only that the manner that she carries also makes her attractive.  

She excused herself in search of washroom. She was indeed aww of richness of the place, even the washroom was bigger than her house.She felt out place among these people ,and she later found herself alone in the darkness a balcony enjoying the view of the city from above .

"beautiful isn't it ? Seems like the whole world is beneath you .'"Vishal close in behind her.


At her home 

It was unusual for to stay outside for that late .She had received many calls during her night out , she had lie to her parents.
She knew staying out late would be problem for her yet she went to the party,
her mother was not happy with her when she returned but for now that was least of her concern something else was going on her mind. She tried to sleep but the incident from balcony was interrupting her .

She still feels his breath aginst her neck as he step closer.
Her mind couldn't remember how it started but remembers every detail of the act.


She had kissed only 3 guys before . But none of them did pent up desire like Vishal. But this kiss? he tastes…, she’ve never done drugs, but she imagine this is what that first snort of cocaine feels like, that first shot of heroine. Goddamn addictive. Their lips clash and move over one another, angry and wet. Vishal can’t stop touching her. His hands were everywhere: her face, her hair, down her back, grasping at her hips. Pulling her closer, desperate to feel more of her. He his mouth from hers and attack her neck. He feast on her, like a starving man. . He lick, suck, and nibble his way from her jaw to her ear. She’s whimpering incoherently, . sound of her voice, wild and sexy, makes. She didn't even resist . And her hands aren’t idle either. She grasps his biceps, and the heat of her hands seeps through my dress shirt. She scrapes her nails down his back and dips her fingers below the waist of his slacks, first grazing then cupping his ass.


 Insha gasps as Vishal draw her earlobe into his mouth and dance across the flesh below it with tongue. “Vishal? Vishal, what are we doing?”  

Vishal we should stop"
"
 She very suddenly snapped back to reality. “I...I need to go...home...I need to think about this.” 
Vishal started to move his fingers along the edge of the collar of her dress again. “Okay,” he said. But he didn't move away. Now it felt like there was a magnetic field between us, and he was drawing her closer without touching her anywhere but on the hem of my dress. He moved his hand underneath it. When he met her leg, he pushed it aside with his very strong hand, almost impatiently. Up. Along her inner thigh. Her conscience called to her. But it came from far away, like a sea had swallowed it. It was so muffled I couldn't even hear it. Insha. Push that hand away from your. His fingertips were right along the elastic edge of her under- 
wear. Between her thigh and outer labia. She sucked in breath. His face registered nothing, but I knew that his fingers felt that she had soaked her panties. He knew he was going to get his way. “It seems like you don't really want to go home, Insha.” She gave things an effort, just because. She set tried to squirm away from his touch. 
Her phone suddenly rang.

“And I..I do, I have to go.” She I pulled away from him, catching her breath ,she , and then I hurried out to building .The whole inside of her was gripped by a hot fist of desire. She actually ached from her ass to her heart, and I could feel her clit pulsing with each beat of her heart, which was knocking against my chest so hard she could barely breathe. she took a taxi from there to farhana's changed her dress and head to her home.


She could not sleep ,her went down her penty , she started her clit to tame it 
"Ah ah she moaned , not so loud to wake up her parents or brother . She was painting with desire her memory flushed back to Christmas night of 2018.

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Insha's pov 



 I don’t even think he actually saw me, but I saw him and what I saw was fascinating. It was ease and charm and privilege and it made me buzz. Made me breathe. Made her blush with thoughts too dirty for an ethics class. It definitely made her  forget every intention she had of hating his kind. Instead, I wanted to know more. It wasn’t hard to find out about him. His father was Karan Singh , co-owner of Singhsa Financial, one of the India's largest investment firms, and without even having to ask, people talked about him. She soon discovered she was a senior,.

  And though it was now late October and Vishal  had never once spoken to her or looked at her  directly or even indicated that he knew she was alive, she d come to every one. Every time, she spent the evening in a corner watching him pressed up against some girl. Always a different corner. Always a different girl. It made her 
envious .She knew she had nothing special to offer. There was no trap that would set off the minute Vishal’s cock was inside me. He’d fuck me and be done. And then my obsession with him would be even more pathetic because I
wouldn’t just be a girl with a crush—I’d be a psycho who couldn’t move on. Still, I dreamt that I’d be different. That one day, he’d notice me and there’d be that spark and it would be the forever kind of spark and when he found out I’d been saving myself for someone just like him he’d want to work to earn me and he would. And it would be sweet and romantic and we’d live happily ever after. For a business major, I’d always had a wild imagination.Then I met Asif , he was good guy, nothing special in looks but would dot me like a princess;which one should look for in a guy unlike Vishal.Asif and I began dating ,i had hoped that it would work out for several reasons -that he was a good guy , from my community unlike Vishal so she there would no scandal.I had witnessed cases that how much a scandal it causes in our community if girls are found dating or even found associating with other communities boys.
Many girls concealed there relationship but sometimes family members would found out by their own or by jealous boys of our community that lead to prohibition of her education to immediate marriage.So i played it safe dating Asif ,it was going good until that night.

Christmas night 





Asif had gone to home for Vacation,I had here in campus with my roommates Soha and Neha.
I circled around the  table that the girsl kept in , squinting around people until I caught sight of Vishal and his catch of the night:she was of her batch a Punjabi girl named Vini . When I spotted them again, it was just in time. They were near the staircase and he was leaning in to whisper something into her ear. She responded with a giggle and then a nod. This was it. The Exit. The moment the two of them would slip away to take things to The Next Level. The part that I spent the rest of the week imagining in fine detail—only, in my imagination, I was the girl, and very often, I accompanied the daydreaming with my hand beneath my panties. Seriously, maybe I just needed to get laid. I took another swallow of my not-so-delightful craft Orange juice and cringed. 
. 
  I noticed them heading towards the upper level  of campus which was off-limits, the door to the stairway kept locked, and even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have ever intruded on their private space. But this time when Vishal  and his catch went upstairs, he didn’t shut the door tightly behind him. From across the room, my eyes focused in on the latch bolt sticking out from the doorframe, and something came over me. Something unexplainable. Because one minute I was standing against the wall like always and the next I was creeping in the shadows up the dark staircase to the top floor of The Keep. The stairs were quiet and empty, and at the landing, I paused. The lights were off everywhere on the top floor, and it took a moment for my eyes to focus. There seemed to be a bathroom straight in front of me. To my right was a hallway, to my left was a Vishal room with a door slightly ajar. Giggles drifted from the room, and I tiptoed in that direction, cursing at myself every step of the 
way. What the fuck was I even doing? Was I planning to spy while Vishal banged some other girl? Did I want him to suddenly notice me at the door and invite me in instead? Did I want him to invite me to join? Yeah, this was messed up. I nearly turned around. I should have turned around. But then I inhaled sharply and I had to know. Had to see. I crept closer, peeked inside and nearly jumped when I saw the couple directly in front of me in a lip-locked frenzy. Then I realized that I was actually looking at a reflection in a wall-sized mirror. They were on a big table size of the table  and the moon was shining in through the window illuminating the display. And, oh my god, was it hot. The girl had already lost her shirt and her bra, and Vishal was bent over her, suckling on one breast, kissing her pointed nipple while squeezing her other breast. Vini threw her head back and moaned. Unconsciously, I plumped my own breast over my sweater, and nearly gasped when I found my nipple sensitive and erect. I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise. Had to cross my ankles to ease the throbbing between my legs. I watched as Vishal peeled off his shirt, the angle giving me a view of his beautiful, muscular back. He was on the rowing team. Of course. So preppy. So rich boy. But those muscles… God bless the rowing team. And now he was undoing his jeans. And she was drawing out his cock. I could feel my eyes widen, trying to get a better look at his dick. I dared to lean in a little farther. Still, all I could make out was a dark shadow in the grip of the Vini's little palm as she stroked him up and down. “Yeah,Vini, just like that.” The low rumble in Vini ’s voice made my knees buckle. I could just hear him over the thump-thump of the bass drifting up from downstairs. “ He pulled her head back up so he could devour her mouth. He kissed her for a few minutes, greedily, before pulling away and heading out of the reflection—toward me. I cowered in the corner where the hinge met the frame, certain I was about to be discovered.   I ran in hide in inte dark corner of the stairs.

I 
NEVER MEANT to start the whole thing. It wasn’t my fault; I can’t be blamed. He shouldn’t have looked so tempting and gorgeous and like an exotic bird just waiting for me to stare. He shouldn’t have done all those things he did that I couldn’t help watching, like my own personal, private filthy movie.  It was all his fault, your honour, for being such a damned trollop. i had  seen him with beautiful women  and knew that he probably fucks them but witnessing it.
. I tried to turn away. But even then it was too much for me to fight. I ended up standing at that secret window, fingernail between my chewing teeth, thighs pressed too tightly together, watching the scene .
    
 Vishal was now near Vini and  pulled her close to him, making her head tilt back. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled again. Then he was peeling the shirt back, going first over one shoulder then the next, letting it fall down her back and onto the floor. He put a big hand on her waist, starting on her ribs and sliding around, swirling on her lower back and down, grabbing an ass cheek.


With his hands on her narrow waist, Vishal turned Vini around so her back was to her table , kissing her lips while he did. He eased her backward, and she stepped until her legs touched the table . It sat her down on it and his kiss followed her along, their lips never leaving each other’s. Vini  lay back on the table, finally letting her lips plop free from his. She scooted rearward, and he climtable  on to the table  and lay next to her. They made out, side-by-side but with Vishal’s face over top of hers, her hand stroking the bulging muscles of his arm. When her knee came up overtop his thigh, he stuck his leg in between hers and rolled on top of her. Now he was over her and Vishal’s hands went immediately to his ass. She fondled him, tugged at the cotton of his shorts, felt his rump and grabbd at his pockets, tugged at the loops of his belt. . They ground their pelvises against each other, their lips making popping, smacking noises. Vini writhed underneath him, and the muscles in his arms bulged and flexed. His hand came up to touch her shoulder. He kissed her, drew away, she smiled, he suckled her mouth again while his fingers slipped under the strap of her bikini bra, slid down to peel the tiny cup back and expose her soft brown nipple. He kissed his way to it, took it in his mouth. The whole while his hips were humping his cock against her. She was humping back against him, too. As Vishal took her hardening bud into his mouth, she moaned and her head tilted back. I could see her hands were moving again, down to Vishal’s narrow waist, squeezing the muscles of his hard ass. Her long, thin brown legs worked slowly up and down, tangled in a scissor with Vishal’s. 

He peeled his shirt up, the red lamp light casting upward on him, showing all the ripples, ridges, and bulges of his hard body. His chest was broad and his shoulders huge, his biceps were thick and round. Then he was overtop of her as Vini made cooing sounds, loving what she saw. Her hands went over his bare sides, squeezing on his muscles, his wide lats, touching him. She moaned ecstatically while he suckled her neck then took her lips again. I watched Vini ’s pretty feet as she writhed underneath Vishal . Her legs were so long her toes almost touched the footboard. She brought a knee up, hooked an ankle around his waist. Her right hand tugged at his shorts, pulling them down his rump and exposing more of his blue underwear. She pulled on them harder, grabbing his shorts leg and pushing them down. She was so enthusiastic it wm mad. Vishal ’s right hand slipped down her body and cupped her pussy over her pante bottoms. He
 squeezed it. She cried out. Her hands were swooping circles over his back, the right hand slipping now underneath his underwear, pushing back the bright blue cotton and exposing one perfectly round, hard ass cheek. Vishal pumped his crotch against her pussy, his hand down there, too, and she brought a knee up to let him get better access to her sex.


Vishal s hand pushed a middle finger over top of her turquoise bottom and stroked the crease of her pussy and it made Vini’s legs shake. He raised up, kneeling astride one of her legs and began to untie the knot on the hip of her b bottom. Then he got between her legs, Vini moaning and watchi her legs spread out on either side of his hips but her knees pressed together, like she was hiding the sight of her pussy from him. He took the stringy bottom and pulled it free, slipping it down one of her long legs that she raised up for him and he tossed it to the floor. Vini did a little sit-up and put her hands behind her back, untied her bra and Vishal grabbed it in the middle then flung it free. Now she was totally naked in front of him. He was shirtless with his shorts on.
 Vini murmerd something He touched his waistband, tugged up where she’d pushed it down, She put her hands over her face as if she was shy. The arches of her feet stroked up and down the table  on the outside of his thighs, her knees still

The bright blue underpants he wore were humped out, that big thing he had in there straining against the material. VISHAL made a funny sigh looking at it. . The guy was unbelievably beautiful. Flat stomach with ridged abs, chiseled hips, a thin waist; stacks of muscles that ran up his middle and a broad, rounded chest like a young gymnast; shoulders like cantaloupes, veins running through them and down his arms. 

VISHAL tucked his fingers into his underpants, pulled down the front and his cock fell out and bounced.  It was third cock i was witnessed that day .Even from a distance the size of his member was noticable.
He wasn’t fully hard, but he was halfway there. It was so huge. 






Vini scooted down the table and he opened his legs. She got in between them, crouching on her knees and examining his manhood up close. It had flopped up to lay on his belly. With the tips of her fingers, she caressed the underside, bringing her finger to touch the tip and run a little circle around his urethra. He groaned and flexed his stomach muscles and she made an appreciative sound.

Vini scooted down the  table and he opened his legs. She got in between them, crouching on her knees and examining his manhood up close. It had flopped up to lay on his belly. With the tips of her fingers, she caressed the underside, bringing her finger to touch the tip and run a little circle around his urethra. He groaned and flexed his stomach muscles and she made an appreciative sound. She kissed at the inside of his thighs; first the left, then the right. She kissed his scrotum. Ran out her tongue and drew slippery circles on his hairy balls. They drew up tight into a big brown bunch. She kissed them, took the tip of her tongue and ran along the underside of his cock, her hand sweeping up his muscular thigh to take it, hold it and run her thumb on it. Then with her eyes on
his, she pointed it upward, gripped the base and opened her mouth. She tapped it against her protruding tongue, eyes closed, before she sunk it past her lips and sucked him. He groaned again, put his head back, the feel of her tongue making him crazy. His hand reached down, huge muscular forearm bulging with blades of muscle, thin leather cords dangling from his wrist. He gripped her hair and caressed the side of her face. She bobbed on him, her hand stroking. She came off with a wet smack and smiled. “It’s so big.” “You like it?” “It’s so big I can’t believe it,” she said and put two hands on it now. There was still room for a third hand. She stroked two hands together and watched him in her grip, then her mouth was on it again, sucking, breathing heavy through her nose while she went up and down.


The action was hidden from me now, Vinis  hair had tumbled forward and blocked the way her mouth wrapped around his cock. Just her head bobbing up and down, her glossy hair billowing in and out, settling in silky chestnut folds against the muscles of his stomach. Vishal palmed the back of her head while she sucked him. It went on for a long time, then she got up on her knees, smiling, grabbing at her hair and tossing it around. Her lips were puffy and her mouth shone wetly with saliva. She stroked him, jerked him,” He laughed, took her wrist and pulled her forward so she fell face down on elbows and knees next to him with her butt sticking up in the air and he spanked a butt cheek and she laughed.

The scene was so erotic i couldn't stop myself from rubbing my breast and rubbing my thighs together. I was moaning also when  i stick fell and Vishal attention shifted to  my window , suddenly 
I ducked  hoping that he didn't see me.For sometime i stayed in the darkness then the moaning started. When i again peek through the window what i witness caught my breath .

Vini was  laying flat on the table , her head touching the wall and he bucked his hips against her. Sticky sounds came from between them where their sexes were joined, and I watched as vini the  thin, tanned girl was pummeled by this muscular man , crying out and writhing the whole time, loving every bit of it. Loving every thrust, loving every big inch Vishal put up inside her. She made a sound like she had come again, and now she seemed out of it. Laying flat on her stomach, Vishal got both knees up on the table  and put himself deep inside her. He grabtable  both her round butt cheeks and push them upward forming a wrinkle across her narrow waist at her tailbone. Hips pounding triple time, his round ass darted in and out, the muscles of his stomach flexing against his skin as he did. Vinijust lay there taking it. Taking that huge thing inside her body. She was lifeless, moaning and groaning as he pounded the shit out of her.  Vishal’s thrusts into the girl  loved were felt in his palm.

Vini rose, and I saw how bright red her cheeks had blushed, even over her tan. Her eyes were glassy and out of it. She was in ecstasy, she was on another planet. This was something I never felt during sex with Asif .

Vishal guided her to lay back on the table , and she put her hands through her hair and closed her eyes again. Vishal put her knees up to her chest, laid his dick along the back of her thighs, drew it back and slipped inside her again. Vinilet out another sound of ecstasy. Oh God, oh fuck. She loved when he put that thing inside her. I  was looking down Taylor’s body as her little breasts jiggled, her feet wobbled on the end of her ankles, both of them together and up over one of Vishal’s muscular shoulders. He had that huge thing inside her and he ran it in and out, over and over again, not triple-time, but slow and steady. Vin igasped in pace with his thrusts. 

I was witnessing something primal a man and woman mating , a real man giving pleasure to a woman ,which every woman craves which i crave , Vini was  feeling pleasure that i haven't felt with Asif ,she was having multiple orgasm .

And suddenly my phone rang , without even thinking , i ran with the fear of being caught.




Now it’s all ruined the memory. I didn’t know that he knew I was watching. There’s no other way to take what he has done. Today he Vishal revealed to me that he knew about my voyeurist advanture about watching him with a girl.Although i denied it , I don't think it was very convincing.