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Fantastic story dear
Kusha bhot jaldi niche aane wali h ya slowly slowly grill krke destroy kroge dear plzz reply

Thanks Rekhaji,

Kusha is a hard woman to get through. She doesn’t let her guard down easily. But y’all can expect more of Rakesh’s sexual rendezvous eating up space in Kusha’s mind in the coming updates while she dreams to write off his bluster completely ;)

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Excellent updates, waiting for the answer of Laila to Kusha

Thanks!

This is coming up to be one of the sexiest story..

Thanks!

nice going, building up the tension

Thank you.

Happy Diwali

Thanks mate, same to you.

What a update Happy Diwali Author. Pls Update Kusha's respond after this. I think soon she will share her marital bed?‍❤️‍?

Oh her marital bed will witness generational ecstacy.

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How many episodes it will take to Kusha submit herself to Rakesh

Not yet, but pretty soon she's gonna have her share!

Excellent story, Rakesh has started playing with the mindset of not only Kusha but also Sarath, plz continue

Exactly! how can Rakesh forget about his buddy or should I say beta..

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Aur sarath ko chudai ki video mil jate ki kese rakesh kusha ko destroy kr rha h

You really wanna make Sharath rethink his life choices haha. Great idea! Keep 'em coming!

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Vese ek bat btao mr steel
Tum khud kya ho Alpha ya beta dear
I'm pretty impressed with your writing skills yr

I don't know dear. But, I somehow managed to turn a few readers of my previous story into submissive cucks.. Maybe they can answer it if they're reading this ;)

Or not.

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Rakesh sat behind the wheel of his SUV, gripping it tightly in his hands. He took a long breath in, his grip tightening until his knuckles were white, then let it out in one explosive burst, releasing his anger with it.

Kusha was a hard nut to crack. Maybe the hardest he had ever worked on. She was proud, smart, and stubborn. Rakesh had used every trick in the book, logic, subtle insults, and sheer force of will, and he had still failed to get her to agree. It had been a long time since a woman he wanted hadn't just fallen into his lap. True, he had moved her from a "no" to a "maybe", but that was hardly a win compared to what he had done with other women in the past.

A frustrated erection tented up the front of Rakesh's pants as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to fuck Kusha more than ever now that she was playing hard to get like this. And he would, he was positive. Soon that smug, perfect bitch would be begging for his dick. He just needed to apply a little more pressure.

The first order of business was dealing with Sharath. The little spa trip, even though Rakesh had turned it into an opportunity, had been proof that Sharath had grown some balls and was trying to work against him behind the scenes. If Sharath somehow found a way to genuinely relieve Kusha's tension, it could actually throw a wrench in Rakesh's plans.

Rakesh knew that, as pleasant a guy as old Sherry could be, he wasn't the type of man who could handle a woman like Kusha. But Rakesh needed Kusha to see that as well. Rakesh suspected that Kusha was already feeling new appetites for domination and realizing that Sharath couldn't satisfy them. Rakesh needed to deepen that gap between Kusha's desires and Sharath's abilities. Once Kusha realized that Sharath could never give her what her instincts craved, Rakesh's job would get a lot easier.

But how best to let Sharath's inadequacy shine?

The answer was simple. All that Rakesh had to do was let Sharath dig his own grave. If Rakesh sent Sharath a free gift subscription to his adult website, there was no doubt at all in his mind that a cuck-in-the-making like Sharath would spend every free moment jerking himself raw thinking about what Rakesh might do to his wife. Which would leave him drained and limp in bed, unable to satisfy his wife. Leaving her hornier and hornier by the day, ready to submit to her new master.

Time to draft a little email, informing Sharath of his generous gift...

...

The email came in as Sharath was processing permits at work. Just another buzzing from his phone that he paid no attention to. But when he checked the notification a few minutes later, suddenly it was all he could think about, and focusing on his work became impossible.

The email was brief and blunt.

Hey buddy,

Since you seemed so curious about Laila the other day, I thought I would let you see the whole dirty business for yourself. I paid for a subscription so you can go nuts and access all the Premium Maal. You can find Laila's whole story under her name.

User name: Cucky_Sherry

Password: thankuRocky

Sharath spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze, making multiple mistakes on his work, staring into space, and generally having a terrible time. Obviously he wasn't actually going to use the gifted subscription. It was some sort of trick... if not an outright trick, then certainly a barely concealed taunt about what Rakesh planned to do with his wife. About an hour after he received the email, Sharath deleted it, feeling like he had won a victory.

But it still ate away at him, and he knew that, thanks to the taunting nature of the username and password, they were now seared into his brain. He would be able to remember them if he tried, so deleting the email had been a hollow gesture.

All afternoon, he was taunted by the knowledge that, if he really wanted, he could sit down later that evening and see the woman he had had a crush on for so long naked after that brief encounter at the waterfalls. The fact that she would be fucking Rakesh whenever he saw her was a bitter pill to swallow... And, even worse, he would know the entire time that whatever he watched on the screen was exactly what Rakesh intended to do to his wife.

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Kusha should change her appearance and make it bit bold to intimidate Rakesh in next meeting.

Interesting idea. Going toe-to-toe to win over Rakesh's male ego. I'll make a note.

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Speaking of Kusha, Sharath had been worrying about her for the past few days. The trip to the spa had been a failure. Sharath had no idea how, but Rakesh had somehow knew his plan to help Kusha and worked effectively to counteract it. The whole point had been to calm Kusha down and soothe her stress, but after the trip, she seemed more moody and distracted than ever.

It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Sharath hadn't actually cut off friendship with Rakesh, and Kusha was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Sharath had discovered that Kusha had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Kusha had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology... unless this whole thing with Rakesh had sent their natural rhythm out of whack.

Sharath spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home, he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Kusha wasn't in her home office... which meant she was working late tonight.. probably. Sharath immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Kusha was at the office. Where else would she be? In Rakesh's room, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Rakesh.

...but Laila did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn't home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Rakesh had mercilessly placed in his hands.

In the end, Sharath made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the website would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Rakesh had tricked Laila into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick's plans for Kusha.

The fact that he would get to see Laila moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.

Sharath double checked through the window that Kusha wasn't pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, shady-looking adult page.

He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Rakesh wanted. He didn't believe for a second that Rakesh had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Rakesh was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Sharath by showing what would happen to Kusha... Well, then all Sharath had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Rakesh's plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Rakesh thought.

Sharath entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.

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Over at Rakesh’s place..

Rakesh looked down lazily at his phone, saw that it was from his web developer, and took the call. He normally didn't call unless it was serious.

"What's up?" Rakesh grunted, making a "five minutes" gesture to the cameramen. Pooja rolled her eyes on the bed, but took the opportunity to light up a cigarette.

"You told me to call you if someone logged in with the Cucky_Sherry username. Someone did," as usual, the web dev nasally sounded annoyed. Looks like he and Rakesh had a past and didn't like each other very much, but they found each other useful.

"Great," said Rakesh with a nasty grin. "Log the IP. And If someone from that IP tries to make another account, block it."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," said the voice on the other end. There was a disgusting crunching sound over the line. Always snacking, this guy. "You know that someone could get around that in like five minutes if they tried, right?"

"Only if they had the willpower to fight back and some brains," replied Rakesh with a chuckle. "I'm not worried."

"Whatever. Your wish," said the web dev, speaking through a full mouth of whatever greasy snack food he was eating. "Hey, you know that my skills are wasted on stupid shit like running your website, right? If we are trading favors, don't waste them on bullshit like this."

Rakesh rolled his eyes. "Sure.. Next time I need some super spooky black-hat hacking, you'll be first on my list. Bye." He hung up and put the phone back into his robe. The guy was insufferable sometimes, but he ran a damn clean ship on digital security. Rakesh didn't think he would need his help in any other ways. He preferred physical and mental over digital manipulation.

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Back to Sharath..

Sharath's eyes lit up as the website unlocked. A second later, he frowned. The website looked quite different than the one he had previewed earlier. Instead of a deep black background with neon highlights, this webpage had a background of soft purple. For a second, he thought he had been sent to the wrong site.

Then he saw the wolf logo at the top with a text. It still said "Premium Maal", but now there was a small addition on the bottom right of the words: "Beta Edition." Sharath rolled his eyes. Had Rakesh made a purple reskin of the website just to fuck with him? It felt sort of petty. Whatever, as long as all the content was still there.

But, as he scrolled down, searching for Laila, Sharath noticed that the background color wasn't the only change.

There was censorship on the page now, when Sharath could have sworn there wasn't before. All of the women had a black bar covering their eyes now, and the women posing with exotic dresses had wider black bars covering their breast and waist areas. Making them look like they were completely naked behind those black bars. Sharath felt a prickle of anger, no longer quite as dismissive of the games Rakesh was playing. The taunt felt a lot more pointed now. An implication that Sharath was a beta who didn't even deserve to see these women completely, while Rakesh got to fuck them as much as he wanted.

Sharath gritted his teeth. The joke was on Rakesh. Although this version of the site might not be as... satisfying to Sharath's curiosity, all of the written portions were intact, and, by clicking into a few videos as a test, Sharath found that he had access to all of those as well... although each and every one had been carefully edited to censor all female nudity. The wider black bars eventually narrowed down just to cover their nipples and pussies as they undressed. The worst part was that Sharath found the censorship a little erotic in a strange way. He had always liked it when Kusha (and other women before her) teased him in bed. And in some ways, this felt like the ultimate tease. Getting so close to seeing these gorgeous women, but being denied right at the last step.

Sharath shook his head, irritated with himself. He wasn't being "denied" by anyone. This was a mind game from Rakesh. If he wanted to see these women naked, all he would have to do is pay for a subscription. But he didn't need to. He needed to get to work. In theory, he could learn more about Rakesh's methods by clicking on any woman on the site, but Sharath wasn't kidding himself. Now that he had come this far, he wasn't going to hold himself back from what he really wanted to see.

He scrolled down the page until he saw the name "Laila" once again. There was her photo, smiling her familiar, teasing smile. Since she was wearing a full swimsuit covered under a sarong, there were no black bars on her body here, but the black line covering her eyes still gave the photo a taboo, naughty feeling, like Sharath was looking at something he shouldn't.

Which maybe he was.

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He clicked it, his heart pounding and his cock straining in his pants. First, he was redirected to a page where he was given the options of "Laila's Training" and "Scenes". As tempting as the scenes sounded, he probably needed to get all the info he could first, so he clicked "Laila's Training".

He was greeted by a sort of… report. A timeline report. A collection of dated entries, written in bright, italic, pornographic style, accompanied by pictures and footage. A lot of the earlier footage was clearly taken using some sort of hidden camera, though prominent disclaimers advised that all people with unblurred faces in the videos gave their express permission for the footage to be posted. Sharath considered scrolling right down to the bottom to see if there really were any filthy videos of Laila having sex with a gross creature like Rakesh... but he restrained himself. He was supposed to be looking for clues, not getting off.

He started at the beginning.

The page started with a brief introduction detailing information that Sharath was already familiar with. The fact that Rakesh and Laila went to college together. That she never liked him. That she got married to a jock shortly after college. Sharath skimmed it, though he was more interested in the content further down the page... for research purposes, of course.

The next section was a bit more interesting.

So, with all that in mind, dear strokers, you won't be surprised to hear that when I ran into Laila recently at my local grocery store, she was downright rude to me! Dismissive even! She tried to brush me off like I was trash. And you know how that attitude makes Rocky feel, coming from a slut-in-the-making. It makes me feel like I have to prove her wrong. Especially because Laila and I go way back. I just had to get a little revenge for myself, you know? So I did a little digging and found out that Little Laila was running a yoga class at her local community center. It wasn't hard to join up. After all, 'everyone is welcome'!

Every entry was written in the same smug, joking style, peppered with familiar remarks directed at the reader. It made the writer, presumably Rakesh, sound like a pompous prick. But Sharath supposed that that was what the audience this type of website is for. There was a video beneath that entry, so Sharath clicked play.

The video was clearly being taken from some sort of hidden pinhole camera, based on the low angle and the fish-eye lens. The perspective showed Laila approaching in her fitted sports bra over a loose tank top and yoga pants. Even with the odd perspective, it was easy to see she was angry... although Sharath noticed that her eyes were still covered by a black bar as she moved.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed quietly. The camera showed her navel along her sweaty midriff, as she approached close to the camera.

"I thought the catalog said everyone was welcome," said the man wearing the camera, calm and amused. It was obviously Rakesh. Sharath could tell from the voice alone. He would recognize that smug prick anywhere.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing, Rakesh, but whatever it is, I..."

"I'm just here to learn yoga," said Rakesh with a chuckle. "You're the one who seems to be making a big deal out of it. But fine, go tell the organizers to kick me out of the class because you knew me in college and think I'm annoying. I'm sure that will get exactly the response you're looking for."

Laila made a frustrated huff and turned away, showing the camera a tempting view of her plump backside as she retreated, stiff with anger.

The video cut off there. Sharath was confused. If this was supposed to be an example of Rakesh's progress, it didn't look encouraging. Laila was obviously pissed off and dismissive. But Rakesh wouldn't have posted this on his website if it ended in a rejection. With a sinking feeling in his belly, oddly compounded by his thumping heart and throbbing erection, Sharath scrolled down and read further.

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You can directly jump to Kusha (Claire) sex episode. Search for "The Bet" by Rabblelaid on literotica. This is a direct copy paste of that story with names changed. Chapter 5 has blowjob. From chapter 7 has sex.

Busted? I mean you're not entirely wrong. The initial updates were surely taken from there. Such a good story, I should have given the credit at the beginning (which I will add now).

Coming to the story itself, there are certain changes already made and more will unfold in the upcoming updates, gradually tying the events to Ishaan and Madhuri's lives from my previous story. I don't want to spoil anymore on this, so I'll leave it at that.

You're welcome to read along if it interests you, but either way, I'll continue posting the updates as planned.

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Instead of subscription money rakesh should give him a offer. Get 1 month free. For getting that he needs to describe his wife and write a wild fantasy about her

Sherry isn't that desperate (yet). But a good suggestion to think on.

Need more of Kusha . Please don't mind but Sharath updates are not that exciting.

Kusha is the key conquest in the story. But do you think an alpha would spare a jock who'd managed to bet against him?

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The twisted arousal and disquiet only swelled within him as he read the following entries. Rakesh was meticulous and thorough. He researched Laila's weaknesses and applied strategic pressure. Strangely, his aim wasn't to endear himself to Laila, but just the opposite. Rakesh worked to get under Laila's skin and make her obsessed with him.

The first week Rakesh walked into Laila’s evening yoga class he already knew exactly what needs to be done. The camera caught every shift of fabric, every deep fold of her thick thighs as she instructed the class, the narrow span of her waist twisting under the loose tank top. She held yoga poses longer than necessary, spine arched, hips open, and the recording captured every movement.

By the second week a small circle of married telugu baddies had begun clustering near him during the short water breaks. They laughed a little too loudly at whatever quiet thing he said. Laila noticed. She said nothing. She simply continued the class with the same precise voice, the same measured demonstrations, as if the soft chatter in the back corner did not exist.

He pushed Laila to give in to his desires on petty issues, supposedly as a way of "training her to submit." And, most importantly, he slowly weaved suggestive remarks and lewd jokes into their interactions until Laila began associating him with sex.

All of it was written in the same leering, gloating style, smugly confident that Laila would soon be his. Pictures and such short clips accompanied the updates, and Sharath couldn't help but note that, although her expression remained annoyed, there was a noticeable hungry edge to Laila's expression as the updates went on.

One evening she finally broke.

She turned fully toward him in the middle of the class, cheeks already warm, and asked in a sharp voice what exactly he thought he was doing.

Rakesh straightened, expression mild. “They kept asking about the stretch in the inner thighs during the wider postures. I told them the real opening only happens once you stop resisting.” He said with a sly grin.

The ladies next to him looked down at their mats. Laila’s jaw tightened. She told the entire class that any questions would be taken only at the end of the session, and only directed to her. She then turned back to the front and finished the sequence with a clipped efficiency that still could not hide the flush climbing her neck.

When the final asana for the day ended and the other students began rolling up their mats, Rakesh waited until the last of them had left. He approached her near the front of the room.

He had a doubt about chakrasana, he said. The wheel pose. Something about the way the hips lifted never felt quite right.

Laila’s expression stayed flat. She demonstrated once, dropping back into the pose with practiced ease, thighs thick and strong as she pressed upward, the thin fabric of her leggings stretched tight across the curve of her hips and the soft swell between them. The camera recorded every second of it.

He asked her to show him hands-on.

She told him to lie down. He did. She stood over him and watched him press up. His form was deliberately off, the lift incomplete. She knelt beside him, slipped her hands under the small of his back, and guided his hips higher. The movement brought her face close to the front of his track pants. The thick outline of his cock shifted against the fabric as his body rose, the ridge clear and heavy. She saw it. Thick and large even when flaccid. For a second her eyes stayed there, fixed on its shape. Then she realized he was watching her face. She looked away at once, with cheeks visibly red, and finished the adjustment with a colder voice than before.

The session was over. She still sounded angry, but Sharath could sense that the anger sat on top of something else that the recording captured just as clearly as the earlier flush.

He didn't understand why his fucking erection wasn't going down while his gut twisted with anxiety like this.

The parallels to Kusha's situation were obvious and disturbing. Sharath's wife was becoming more distracted with time, more obsessed with Rakesh. Was she thinking about him sexually at this point? Was she at that stage? Sharath shook his head. Of course not. She would never reach that stage. She was Kusha, not some easily manipulated slut.

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Sharath's mouth was dry as he read the next update.

As all of my regular strokers know, the pieces were all in place at this point. All poor Laila needed was one final push. She needed to see my cock. She needed a chance to really think about what it might feel like to submit to a dominant man like me, not just in everyday life, but in bed. So I sent her a dick pic. "By Mistake" obviously. I told her I was sending a picture of a pose I made at home asking for tips, or some shit like that, but she got a glamor shot of my throbbing cock instead. One of those timed pics that only opens once. You should have seen how she cussed me out! But she didn't block me. Not even after I sent the second picture the next day. Not even after I sent her one every evening, at a time I knew was after her hubby had gone to sleep. And, then, dear strokers, when I knew she was getting used to seeing my cock regularly... I stopped. And that was all it took to get this sneering, superior, married mom to crumble.

A screenshot of a messaging app was posted below. Sharath felt second-hand indignation as he realized that Laila’s contact was saved simply as "University Slut" in Rakesh's phone, but then he remembered that, for reasons he still couldn't quite wrap his brain around, Laila had approved Rakesh posting this.

University Slut: I just want to know why.

Rakesh: There's nothing to explain. You wanted me to stop sending you dick pics. You said they were disgusting and pathetic. So I stopped. Isn't this what you wanted?

University Slut: You're insane! I told you to stop every time, and you kept sending them again and again. And now all of a sudden you stop out of the blue? It makes no fucking sense!

Rakesh: I know what this is. You want more, don't you?

University Slut: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Are you even reading my messages? How could you draw that conclusion?

Rakesh: I get it. Asking me straight out would be too humiliating. So I'll make you a deal. You don't need to ask me and admit you want to see my cock. All you need to do is send me a picture of your tits. I won't even gloat or say I told you so or anything. The second you send me the picture of your naked motherly tits, you get a picture of my cock back, no hassle.

University Slut: You're delusional. Don't contact me again.

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Sharath was on the edge of his seat as he scrolled down.

Well, strokers, I let her be for a little while. Didn't text. Didn't show up to class. I let her have what she thought she wanted: peace and quiet with her peanut husband. And you'll never fucking guess what popped into my inbox a week later.

The tone prepared Sharath for what was coming next, but it still hit him like a punch to the gut. The picture was clearly taken in the bathroom, and although her face wasn't in the picture, Sharath was sure it was Laila. She lifted her shirt up over her breasts, with a clear blush all the way down her neck... to her bare naked tits, on display for Rakesh.

On display for Rakesh, but not fully for Sharath. Frustratingly, the nipples were once again covered in a black bar, leaving the picture unsatisfying. Yet Sharath couldn't tear his eyes away. He had obviously seen naked tits hundreds of times, but this felt intensely personal. These were the breasts he had lusted after. The tits he had only ever seen once during one stressful, confusing skinny-dipping session, that too under the water. And Rakesh had somehow earned that sight just through being an arrogant prick with a big cock. And Rakesh not only got to see Laila's boobs, but put them onto the internet for any guy to see.

Well, almost any guy. Not guys who had the Beta Edition.

Before he realized what he was doing, Sharath felt his hand squeezing his cock, shoved down his pants. His eyes bored into the photo as his hand gripped and squeezed, as if by staring hard, he could penetrate the black bars. Somehow, despite how humiliating and frustrating it was, the denial was part of the pleasure for him. The humiliating denial pressed a button inside Sharath that he didn't know he had. With a tortured groan, he scrolled further down the page.

More pictures followed. Rakesh insisted that Laila send a brand new photo whenever she wanted a dick pic, and it soon became a nightly ritual. Sharath gave up on the pretense as he scrolled, tugging his pants down his thighs and openly stroking as he watched Laila's photos grow sexier... flirtier. She held the shirt in her teeth as she lifted it over her breasts in one photo. In another, she arched her back to thrust them forward. In a third, she leaned forward, letting them hang down softly from her chest. And in each photo, Sharath was blocked. Denied. Not allowed to see her nipples, just the full, rounded curves of her tits.

And then Rakesh switched it up. He told Laila he was bored of her tits. He needed something different. He wanted to see the mom’s fat ass. Rakesh arrogantly demanded that he needed to see Laila bending over and holding her cheeks open if she wanted to see another cock pic. Predictably, she refused, saying that Rakesh had gone too far this time.

And, after a few more days of Rakesh's cold shoulder, predictably, she sent him a new picture anyway.

Sharath unconsciously increased the speed of his stroking, his heart pumping wildly and sweat beading on his forehead as he saw Laila in a way he never would have predicted.

Leaning over, bent at the waist, one hand gripping each luscious cheek, pulling them apart to reveal... a perfect round black hole censoring Sharath's view, as well as a black bar obscuring even the tiniest glimpse of her pussy. It drove Sharath crazy. As badly as he had fumbled his chance that day in the waterfalls, Sharath treasured the memory of swimming naked with Laila, and that was a victory in itself.

But Rakesh had seen more. Now, every random subscriber to this website had seen more. It made Sharath want to log out and buy a subscription for himself, even if it would make Kusha question the charge on the credit card statement. But he was too deep now. He read the next update in a cold sweat, his hand pumping rapidly on his cock.