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Husband's Unfortunate Bet with an Alpha

Hi guys,

I am back with the second story of "Mask of Desire" series. Thanks for your appreciation on the first one.

First story - https://xossipy.com/thread-70447.html

You don't have to read the first story to understand this one. This is a completely new story which is inspired by multiple erotica I previously read online. This is going to be a dark erotic fantasy about how an ugly, but dominant man breaks a proud wife into submission using psychological seduction while cuckolding the husband.

This story has a similar tone of the first one. You can expect a wild ride packed with manipulation/mind games, cheating, degradation, coercion, cuckolding, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slut-shaming, humiliation, CNC elements, ownership and delicious power exchange.

All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Leave a comment if you like what you're reading.

Lets dive in!

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Story

Sharath had already decided this would be the last time.

He sat across from Rakesh on the open terrace of a late-evening lounge. The music stayed low and the lights were soft enough that people could talk without raising their voices. Rakesh was busy tearing a piece of chicken from the bone, sauce shining on his fingers. Sharath watched him and felt the familiar mix of old habit and quiet embarrassment.

They had been close once. During their college days, they shared rooms and stupid nights that stretched until morning. Rakesh had always been the louder one, the one who knew people, the one who never cared what anyone thought. Sharath had liked that about him then. Now it just felt heavy.

Sharath had gotten a job in city planning, has a clean apartment, and a beautiful wife whose name carried weight in her circle. Whereas Rakesh was.. well, there’s no delicate way to put it. He was a pornographer. He ran a site named “Premium Maal” that claimed to show how kinky and slutty  women are when doing things they were not supposed to do on camera. Sharath had opened it once, out of curiosity, and closed it within minutes as he had been disgusted to see Rakesh himself on thumbnails in many of the videos.

Sharath wasn’t sure why anyone would want to see porn starring Mr. Rakesh Kumar. He was broad shouldered but looked ugly, with his hair pulled back roughly, messy beard that never looked properly trimmed, shirt left open at the top showing chest hair. The kind of careless, unpolished look had left a bad taste on him. Not that the women on the site were anything to complain about. They tended to be some of the most gorgeous women Sharath had ever seen... barring his wife Kusha, of course.

It didn't make any sense. Rakesh tend to not only attract and date total smoke-shows, but he managed to talk most of them into appearing on his gross website. Who was the last girl he had been with? That curvy mallu? Oh, right, her name’s…

Rakesh looked up and said through a mouthful of fries. “You’re quiet today.”

“Um.. How is Nidhi doing?” Sharath asked, more out of politeness than real interest. If this was the last time they met, he might as well ask.

Rakesh raised an eyebrow, chuckled and licked his thumb. “She’s good, yaar. Making solid money from the videos we shot. Viewers love her.”

“So you two still dating?”

“What? Oh.. nah, we broke up months back. Honestly, I only went out with her because I needed a curvy chick for a few scenes near Kerala Backwaters. Once the shoots are done, what’s the point?”

Sharath felt the familiar discomfort settle in his stomach. He had always avoided pushing too hard on this part of Rakesh’s life.  But right now, when he was considering cutting Rakesh off entirely, maybe it made sense to cut the bullshit. "I don't know, Rakesh", Sharath said with a twist of his lips, "It seems shady to push women to..."

Rakesh’s cheerful expression faded into a cold, blank stare. "Don't go there, man. No one’s forcing anyone. Girls don't film for my site unless they are completely, one hundred percent on board. You want me to put Nidhi on the phone right now? She'll say the same thing."

"No... I was just saying..." blustered Sharath awkwardly, suddenly wishing he hadn't opened this can of worms. He had never seen Rakesh upset like this. It was actually, strangely, a little intimidating.

Rakesh pushed his plate away and wiped a napkin over his greasy mouth. "Ask," he said in a flat, hard voice, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his gut. "Everybody asks in the end, although it took you longer than most. I don't mind talking about it. So ask."

Sharath hesitated, licked his lips, then shrugged. He was curious, after all. "Ok, fine. How do you do it? How do you get such hot women when you...?"
He trailed off, but Rakesh finished his sentence. "When I’m a low class ugly bastard?"

Sharath felt heat rise in his neck. “I didn’t mean that.”

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Nice update, please add pics and gif to story

Sure, will look into it. However, I feel adding pics often breaks immersion to reader's imagination.

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Rakesh barked a harsh laugh, seemingly not offended in the slightest. "Because that doesn't matter. Let me tell you a little secret, Sherry boy."

He leaned forward across the table, his eyes glowing with an internal light. "All women are sluts deep down. I know that secret, and that's all it takes to be successful with women."

Sharath scoffed a little laugh, but Rakesh’s expression didn't change. "What?" asked Sharath, shaking his head. "You can't be fucking serious."

"Oh, but I am," said Rakesh solemnly. "It's hard-wired into the female brain. Here, look at this.” He unlocked his phone, opened a reel of Anveshi Jain on Instagram, and held it out to Sharath.

Sharath stared at the video. “You know how you can't keep your eyes away when you see her big, bouncy pair of tits?” Sharath stiffened and set the phone down on the table awkwardly. “That’s male hard-wiring. Our primal instincts want us to find a good mommy for our kids. Young, fertile, and healthy. And women want a good daddy. They can't fight it. It's baked into their genetics."

Sharath raised his eyebrows. What sort of ridiculous misogynistic shit was this? Was Rakesh playing some kind of joke? "So..." he said slowly, "You're saying women just start drooling when they see..." He gestured expressively at Rakesh's ugly sitting stance.

Rakesh laughed again, taking a noisy slurping sip of beer. "You haven't seen what I'm packing under these shorts, buddy. But more seriously, looks aren't that important for women's instincts. They want someone forceful. Confident. Dominant. That's what their subconscious screams as good daddy material. All of that nurturing and supportive crap is great, but those kinds of guys will always be around to help raise the alpha's kids later."

Sharath frowned. This didn't feel funny anymore. The joke was getting old. "Come on man," he said, getting a little testy, "You can't believe that crap. Not all women are sluts. That's fucking ridiculous."

Rakesh shrugged with a slimy grin. "I've personally found no exceptions. The only reason that some women seem innocent is that they've never met an alpha who wants them. When they do, they all spread their legs."

"There are clearly some women who aren't sluts," said Sharath, his voice rising a little as he got heated.

"Name one," Rakesh shot back, his voice still cool and hard. It seemed like Sharath's insults hadn't been forgotten.

"Kusha," said Sharath with a smug grin, as if laying down a trump card. It was hard to imagine a woman who fit Rakesh's insane worldview less than his wife. She was powerful, driven, and a paragon of self-control.

Sharath watched Rakesh carefully, ready to accept his surrender in the argument. Instead, Rakesh looked evasive, a sly grin spreading across his face. "No comment there," he said with a little chuckle.

Sharath's face grew red. He leaned across the table with a frown. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

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Rakesh shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you, man! If she has tits and a pussy, she has the same instincts as any other woman. In the right circumstances, she would spread her legs like all the rest."

Sharath's mind buzzed with rage, but he managed to control himself, taking a deep breath, leaning back, and stiffly saying, "You're delusional."

Rakesh's slimy grin grew wider. "Wanna bet?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice."I like those odds. I bet you I can prove your wife is a slut."

Sharath was about to blow up. The idea was insulting. The offer was disgusting. The whole thing was sleazy and misogynistic in a way he never would have expected, even from Rakesh.

But then a thought crossed his mind. What better punishment could there be for this sexist prick than letting Kusha cut him to ribbons? Kusha was a knockout, and she was used to guys hitting on her. They were usually sorry they had afterward. It would be a deeply satisfying way to teach this ugly toad who Sharath had once considered a friend that his worldview was stupid.

Giving in to his anger and his desire to prove Rakesh wrong, Sharath opened his mouth and asked, "What do I get when I win?"

Rakesh shook with laughter for a good minute, wiping a tear from his eye while Sharath stewed. Wait until Kusha rips him apart, we’ll see how funny he finds it then, Sharath thought sourly.

Finally, Rakesh shook his head and said. "How about this? If Kusha is as virtuous and pure as you say, I'll fund that honeymoon you keep putting off. I’m rolling in money, so it won’t be a problem for me.”

Sharath felt another spike of anger. It was a low blow. Although both of their careers were doing fine, he and Kusha had mutually decided to put their money towards a nice house after getting married rather than an expensive honeymoon. They kept talking about having a honeymoon later, but at this point, it had been a few years since their wedding. "Fine," he said tersely. "And what do you want if you win? Not that you ever could."

Rakesh gave Sharath a leering, lopsided grin. "Ohhh, I wouldn't worry about that, buddy. I get the feeling that the process of winning this bet will be its own reward. What's the time limit?"

"A month," said Sharath distractedly, losing a little bit of his momentum. Rakesh was actually taking this seriously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He wasn't worried that Rakesh might succeed, but if Kusha found out that he had put Rakesh up to this, Sharath would be in serious trouble.

"Make it two," said Rakesh solidly. "Can't rush perfection." He wiped his hands on his pants and stood from the table, a strange, excited energy radiating off him, like he couldn't wait to get started.

Sharath felt a little disquieted at Rakesh's confidence. "I'll pick up the tab today, Sherry," he said, patting Sharath on the shoulder as he slouched toward the bar to pay.

"Hey," said Sharath, licking his lips, "You're not going to tell Kusha that we made this bet, right?"

Rakesh gave him a pitying look over his shoulder and snorted. "Of course not. Why shoot myself in the foot? Don't worry, I won't tell her you put her in my hands. Your dirty little secret is safe with me."

A few short minutes later, Rakesh paid for the meal and left the bar and grill with a little mocking wave to Sharath on his way out, leaving his former friend sitting stunned at their table, wondering what he was in for.

But he was worrying over nothing. Kusha hated Rakesh from the beginning. She had sent Sharath here today with instructions to break off their friendship. There was no possible way that Rakesh's fucked-up sexist view of the world was correct in any way.

Right?

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Bro plz 1st story continue part 2

I have an exciting plot to continue the first story too. I may do it if readers want me to continue.

photos add pls

Are you asking about adding AI images for scenes?

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Rakesh rushed up to his house in his SUV and hurried inside. Without even glancing at his daily site traffic and subscriptions, he cracked open an energy drink and got right to work researching his next project.

He had projected confidence in his discussion with Sharath, and he was confident. In the end, Sharath's stuck-up wife would be begging for his dick. But he wasn't stupid: he knew that Kusha would be a hard nut to crack.

He pored over Kusha's online presence. He checked her social media posts where she recently posted her pics with Sharath at a wedding wearing a hot chiffon saree with a sleeveless blouse that accentuated her thick beautiful curves. Her interior-design business website, by contrast, appeared polished and professional, featuring a header video of her arranging hand-drawn sketches on a large board. Even in a formal attire, her protruding ass in her long skirt couldn't escape Rakesh's eyes when she turned back to the board. He inspected few public records... and began to contemplate plans of approach.

The most important task, initially, was to find some way to maintain regular contact with her. Kusha never liked him, and she would be resistant to getting to know him better. Rakesh had to find some way that he could interact with her regularly without Sharath around to ruin it. There were a few different options that Rakesh considered, but in the end, he felt the simplest plan was the most likely to succeed.

Kusha's interior design business catered to the rich and famous, and, although he kept a low profile, like many Indian Porn distributors, Rakesh definitely qualified as rich.

All he had to do was hire Sherry’s wife to redesign one of the rooms in his luxurious house. That alone would get him frequent one-on-one access to the smoking married hottie without Sharath hanging around to ruin it. Some of the meetings would even take place in his house, just the two of them…

Considering the fact that Kusha had never liked him much, Rakesh imagined she would be a little reluctant to take him on as a client, but he wasn't too worried about that. Kusha was a businesswoman, and if he offered enough money, she would hold her nose and design any room he wanted.

And with that foot in the door, she would be as good as his.

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Kusha Kapoor used her stylus to ink one last precise line on the concept art she was preparing for her client and pushed back from the screen to survey her work.

This client (a well-known TV actress) wanted a clean, simple space for entertaining and daily living, and Kusha had knocked it out of the park once again, if she did say so herself. The color palette, the artwork she had selected, the tasteful elegance of the furniture... it all blended into a seamless, perfect whole. She was sure the client would love it. And, more importantly, a job this big would spread word of mouth about her burgeoning business.

Kusha heard the door open, and a faint smile crossed her lips. Sharath was back from his "special mission". Kusha reached up to switch off the monitor and greet her husband, then paused and took one last moment to admire the clean lines of her concept art.

For Kusha in a lot of ways, creating the perfect life was like designing a room. You had to choose all aspects of it to harmonize perfectly together. Last year, a rich, eccentric businessman she had been working with on designing a den had insisted that she include his favorite tattered old armchair in her design for the room. Kusha ended up quitting the job over that very issue. You couldn't have a harmonious, perfectly designed room with a ugly ragged armchair in it. Similarly she couldn't tolerate imperfections in her life either.

Rakesh was that ugly armchair of a human being. That’s why she had told Sharath to end it with him. Kusha had spent years shaping and molding Sharath into the perfect man for her (in the most loving way possible, naturally), and having a disgusting pornographer like Rakesh as a friend was one last stubborn rough spot on her husband that she was happy to scbang off.

Kusha left her studio and breezed into the kitchen, where Sharath was looking through the mail, a distracted, almost worried look on his face. Kusha's eyes narrowed.

"Hey, babe," she said cautiously, circling to the other side of the kitchen island and watching his face carefully. "So... How did it go? With Rakesh?'

Sharath looked up, startled, his eyes flashing with some sort of intense emotion for a moment. "Fine," he said simply, his eyes darting away from hers. "Wasn't as hard as I thought."

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Ok, something was definitely up. Kusha reached across the table and grabbed one of her husband's strong hands, her voice taking on a bit of an edge as she asked, "Sharath... you broke off your friendship with him. Right?"

Sharath sighed heavily, then lifted his eyes to meet hers with a grimace.

"Rakesh and I aren't friends anymore," he said heavily.

Kusha saw it in his eyes. He was telling the truth. She felt the tension building inside her release....Then she felt a twinge of guilt. She had maybe been a bit of a bitch about this issue. She knew that telling Sharath to drop an old friend was a big ask. In many ways, Sharath was wrapped around Kusha's little finger. She liked it that way. But she also loved her husband deeply and tried not to abuse his devotion except when she considered it very important.

Her career was taking off right now! What might happen if the gossip got out that she had a sleazy seller of porn as a friend of the family?

Kusha circled around the kitchen counter to snuggle up to her husband, kissing him on the tender part of his neck just below his ear. Kusha wouldn't say she used sex as a reward to control Sharath. That was far too crude a way to put it, and every relationship was a complex give and take.

But her husband had been a very good guy by doing something for her that was awkward and difficult. Was it wrong for a lady to want to show a little gratitude?

"Come on, honey," she whispered in Sharath's ear, her delicate hand slipping down to palm the bulge already forming in his pants from the natural response to her kiss. "Let's not think about him anymore. Follow me... I want to focus on us instead."

Biting her lip, she tugged him by the hand toward the bedroom, watching with pleased amusement as his troubled expression melted into an eager smile.

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Sharath felt his lust and pulse surge, filling his body with needy heat as his wife kissed him. One of her hands snaked around his neck to pull him close as the other fell to the front of his pants, grasping and kneading there as her tongue slid wetly against his.

Kusha was a woman who didn't know how to take a back seat or let others take the lead, either in life or in the bedroom. But she loved him. She wanted him deeply, and he could feel that in the bruising force of her kiss, the urgency of her hand as it rubbed and squeezed at his throbbing crotch.

Kusha might be a little... pushy at times, but she was also a red-hot sexual dynamo, and why nitpick a good thing?

Kusha pushed him back onto the bed and stood above him with a sultry grin, reaching up to slowly tug her sleeveless kurta over her head. She was initiating a teasing game they often played in bed: a sultry foreplay striptease. Sharath knew his role in the game well and was more than willing to play along. He unzipped his pants and shimmied his jeans down his hips, taking his cock in hand as he focused all of his attention on his smoking hot wife.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he murmured as his hand began slowly stroking up and down the length of his cock.

And she was. Kusha's eyes flashed with teasing fire, and a smile played on her full, pouty lips as she reached back to unclasp her bra. He could see her big boobs jiggle over the bra as she tried to remove it. She was thick and curvy, with perfect pale skin and long, shining black hair. The type of woman that made men's eyes pop out of the skulls and cocks wake up in their pants. But God fucking help you if she caught you staring where you shouldn't. There was only one man whose eyes Kusha welcomed. Only one man that she showed off for, and he was stroking his cock appreciatively at the sight right now.

Kusha shrugged the cute, lacy bra down off her shoulders and tossed it away, thrusting forward her chest a little to display her exquisite breasts. They were full, round, and heavy, with large, sensitive nipples that puffed up with desire whenever they made love. There was a little black beauty mark on her left breast, just to the bottom left of the nipple, that always drew Sharath's eye. He knew that hundreds of men had pictured his wife naked, but he also knew that they got the image wrong. He knew about that beauty mark and they didn't: a sweet little secret that was only for Kusha and him.

"Beautiful?" asked Kusha in a raspy bedroom voice, raising an eyebrow. "Am I?" Her eyes fixed on her husband's cock as he pumped his hand up and down... worshipping her beauty, intoxicated by the very sight of her.

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Sharath wasn't sure why Kusha loved this teasing game so much... maybe an exhibitionist kink? The sense of power from being the source of Sharath's pleasure? Sheer vanity? But he didn't mind one bit. His hand pumped faster as he saw Kusha bite her lip, her nipples growing stiffer. They fed off each other's crackling sexual energy as Kusha popped open the button in front of her floral palazzo pants and hooked her thumbs through the waistband. "Well... don't stop there, big boy," she purred. "Keep talking. How beautiful am I?"

"Like a Queen," breathed Sharath, his eyes staring hungrily as Kusha turned away with a smokey glance over her shoulder, bending low as she shed her pants to display her thick, juicy ass and the tiny panties wedged deep between her full cheeks. 

"Your beautiful round ass..." Kusha slipped the tiny panties down to her slim ankles and kicked them gracefully away, turning back around toward her husband.

"Your perfect breasts..." he groaned. She laughed and bounced on her feet a little, making them jiggle for him. Then his eyes slid down, over her wide, feminine hips, between her thick thighs. To his favorite part of her body. His territory. Her puffy little pussy, topped with a thin, close-cropped patch of dark pubic hair. Currently hot and oozing with desire from their arousing foreplay ritual.

"And your tight, juicy cu-..."

"Hey now," Kusha cut in, her voice still warm, but with a stern undercurrent. "Let's not get carried away, mister. I love dirty talk, but stay polite."

"Your tight, juicy pussy," amended Sharath sheepishly.

"Better," said Kusha approvingly, reaching down to lazily rub between her lips, sending a light squishing noise and the smell of her arousal spreading through the room. "Now get the condom, Sharath. I want to show you how proud I am of you."

Sharath reached to the bedside table and rapidly unwrapped a condom, rolling it down his cock as his wife mounted the bed, coming for him on her hands and knees. He wasn't thrilled about the fact that they still used condoms, but he had lost that battle long ago. More accurately, Kusha had told him she didn't care if he wanted to go bareback, but she didn't plan to alter the rest of their sexual routine if he did (like finishing inside her)... and that had settled that argument.

Sharath laid back on the pillow, his heart pulsing with love and lust as Kusha swung a thick thigh over him, taking her favorite position.

Sharath and Kusha had had sex in all sorts of positions, of course: Kusha was absolutely willing, and even enthusiastic to indulge in experimentation with her husband. But she made no secret that cowgirl was her favorite. On top. In charge. Setting the pace. It just fit too well with her personality. Sharath didn't mind that it was the default for them at this point and she was fucking good at it.

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His hands rose to grip Kusha's wide, squishy hips as she planted a knee on either side of him. He stared up at her perfect femininity in awe. God, she was so fucking hot. Soft and feminine in all the right places, lean and toned elsewhere. The perfect woman. All mine, no matter what that ugly douchebag tries, thought Sharath.

Kusha reached beneath her and positioned her husband's cock, dragging the condom’s latex surface up her slit and just barely inserting the swollen head of his cock into her tight, wet opening.

"Fuck me, big boy," she whispered, as her hips sank down, taking him to the hilt.

Even though Sharath is not particularly muscular or strong, he is taller than Rakesh. He is good-looking, fair in complexion, well-groomed, and keeps a clean shave at all times, exactly the neat, gentle look that Kusha prefers.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a hot, shuddering breath as he sank into his wife's warm, welcoming depths. Her hips began moving in slow, sensual, liquid movements, her inner muscles gripping and milking rhythmically as she worked.

"I love you..." said Kusha above him, low and sweet. Her heavy, hanging breasts swayed and bounced tantalizingly in front of Sharath's eyes as her hips pumped up and down his cock. "My good boy. My strong man, doing what needs to be done for our family, even when it's hard. I may be a Queen, but every Queen needs her..."

"... King," grunted Sharath, gripping his wife's wide hips with greedy fingers and beginning to thrust harder up into her.

Kusha chuckled, plucking Sharath's hands from her hips and pinning them on either side of his head, her fingers twining through his.

"... her consort," she said with a smoky, teasing edge in her voice. Her hips moved harder and faster now, her pussy squeezing his cock like a silky vice. "Are you going to cum for me, honey?" she asked heatedly.

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Although she clearly had a lot of fun with cowgirl, this part of their encounters was really about Sharath's needs. Kusha never climaxed during penetrative sex. She had spelled that out frankly to Sharath early on in their relationship. She never had climaxed with any previous boyfriends, and she wouldn't with Sharath either. Some girls just didn't cum that way. Sex felt great, was lovely for bonding, and was a lot of fun, but Kusha was one of those ladies who needed other types of stimulation to orgasm.

The downside was that Sharath didn't get to experience his wife cumming all over his cock. The upside was that during their penetrative sex, Kusha was focused on making sure that he had as much fun as possible, knowing she would get hers later.

"Yes," he gasped, feeling his orgasm rushing toward him with the unstoppable force of a runaway train. "God, Yes. I'm going to fucking cum!"

"Quick shot today," commented Kusha with a chuckle. "Guess I really am as beautiful as you say... Cum for me, honey. Cum for your Queen." Then she leaned down and pinned him to the bed with a kiss, her hips swirling and humping on his cock, pulling out all the stops to send him hurtling into a mind-melting orgasm.

His toes curled, his hips strained. Sarath felt like his soul was practically leaving his body as powerful pulses of thick, potent sperm fired from his cock... and into the latex condom surrounding it.

Above him, Kusha watched his face with loving satisfaction.

Another job well done. And now that she had held her husband down and milked him dry, it was her turn to have some fun.

Kusha rolled over with him so that she was now beneath her husband and spread her legs as he pulled out of her swollen, dripping pussy, his filled condom dangling from his softening cock. She pulled Sharath back into a forceful, searing kiss... then pushed his head down her body, trailing kisses as he went.

"My turn," she said, her voice thick with lust.

Sarath had become an expert on eating pussy over the years. He had needed to in order to qualify as the perfect man for Kusha. Because, while Kusha couldn't climax by getting fucked by a cock, she could definitely cum from a skilled tongue slithering over her clit. She could cum loudly, wetly, and enthusiastically in fact. It had become their standard routine: a little teasing foreplay, some wild sex to get Sharath off and warm her up, and then a tender cunnilingus session to bring Kusha to climax.

"Good boy, ahhh.." moaned Kusha as Sharath gripped her thighs, kissing and slurping noisily as he began to feast between her legs. "Very.. very.. good boy."

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great start.. please continue

Nice update, written very well.

Wow. Nicely written

Thank you

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Bro go 1st story last page many people comment on this story to continue part 2

I know people wanted me to continue the first story back then. But according to me, the story I had in mind ended there. Although recently, I got a few exciting ideas to continue it.. So, if people still want me to continue, I may actually consider doing it.

One thing to remember, even though this is a standalone story, all of these stories are going to part of one universe "Mask of Desire": meaning there is a chance characters from one story has a role in another!

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Erotic update, She has not denied him spelling as king but even in erotic emotion also she has corrected him as husband, means king is different from husband, that itself derives the direction of the story

Haha, even our Queen thinks she needs an escort, not a king. Looks like Sharath didn't get the chance to question it. Let's see if he gets the chance.

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Good story, How Rakesh will tackle kusha Sarath's wife is an interesting question, but I wish Sarath has to win the bet

Rakesh will win the bet and kusha will crave for his cock

Only time will tell the answer. Anyway, the consequences are going to be critical. ♾️

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The email came in later that evening, as Sharath and Kusha were sprawled out comfortably on the couch. Sharath was absent mindedly rubbing Kusha's legs in his lap while focused on the TV show they were supposedly watching together. Kusha, as usual, was catching up on some work emails, because they never fucking stopped when you ran a business like hers.

Kusha didn't handle initial business inquiries. Her assistant Payal fielded all of the requests for Kusha's services and selected only the most important ones before sending them along to her boss. So any email about a potential client deal in Kusha's inbox was automatically a good potential prospect.

This one definitely looked good. At the stage Kusha was in with her business right now, she had two types of clients. Some were prestige clients, like the TV actress she was currently designing a living room for. Taking these kinds of jobs built her portfolio and her reputation, but weren't actually that good for her bottom line. It wasn't that famous people were stingy or cheap... but Kusha was always forced to go the extra mile with materials and work hours to make sure she gave her prestigious clients the best experience possible, and that cost money.

The other kind of client was the cash cows. Upstarter rich idiots with questionable taste who were willing to pay anything she asked in order to bring in the hot designer who worked for celebrities. With this type of client, she could turn in competent, but low-effort designs and not need to waste much time with revisions or feedback.

Her business needed both types of clients currently, and it had been a while since she had landed a cash cow. This request seemed straightforward and easily accomplished: A redesign of a bedroom in one of the tacky Mansions up in Banjara hills.

The potential client was willing to pay an amount that Kusha would have considered borderline robbery if she had suggested it first. It was perfect. A simple little job that would fit into her schedule and pay well. She was about to snap off an email to Payal telling her to proceed with the paperwork until she saw the name of the client.

She must have made a sound of displeasure, because Sharath looked over from the TV with a worried expression. "Everything ok?" he asked curiously.

"Fine," said Kusha with a frown, her mind whirling furiously. It’s Rakesh. Why would her husband's goofy ex-friend want to hire her to design a room for him? She was under no illusions that this was a coincidence. Based on the timing, he must have requested her services shortly after his meeting with Sharath concluded.

Was it some sort of attempt to butter her up and get her to change her mind about Sharath cutting him out of his life? That was annoying. Maybe it was a petty power play... "You don't want to associate with me? Fine. Now you work for me." She could see that. Some men just couldn't take a slight to their ego. Maybe the simplest and safest solution would be to tell Payal it was a no-go and let her deal with sending out a polite rejection.

But fuck that. Why give that ugly worm the satisfaction of thinking she was scared? She would take his money and simply ignore any game he was playing. If he was hoping to get on her good side, he would soon find that a professional and a personal relationship were very different things to Kusha Kapoor. And if he wanted to order her around like a servant, she would just terminate the contract and keep his deposit money. Either way, she’ll win.

Kusha scoffed and looked up at her husband with a confident smirk. "Looks like you're finished with Rakesh... but I'm just getting started."

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Sharath listened to his wife's breezy, dismissive explanation of how Rakesh was planning to hire her for some design work, feeling a creeping sense of dread.

So that was Rakesh's game. Get Kusha alone with him again and again over time by hiring her. Not a terrible plan, although Rakesh was still wildly underestimating Kusha. The whole thing was making Sharath more and more nervous. Not that Rakesh would somehow actually succeed, but that Sharath himself would get caught up in the fiery aftermath of Kusha's rage when she realized what Rakesh was attempting.

No, there was no possible way Rakesh could actually successfully make a move on Kusha... right? It was ludicrous. But it did make Sharath uncomfortable that Rakesh seemed so confident.

Well, if he was feeling nervous, why not even the playing field a little? Rakesh had never said that Sharath couldn't work against him behind the scenes. And Sharath knew just what he could do to turn his wife even further against his former friend.

He waited for a lull in the conversation and slipped it in casually. "Hey, speaking of Rakesh, you'll never believe what he tried to tell me today. He was trying to explain to me that all women are sluts."

"He what?" asked Kusha in a tone of shocked disbelief. She wasn't quite sure she could believe her ears. Why would anyone say something like that?

Sharath shrugged with a twist of his lip. "That's what he quoted. That all women are sluts. Something about how it is all hard-coded into their genetics."

Kusha shook her head in disgust with a pitying laugh. Just when she thought the ugly slimeball of a man couldn't get more pathetic. "Ughh," she said dismissively. "No self-respecting woman would touch that creep with a ten-foot pole. That 'alpha male' bullshit that terminally online losers try to sell themselves on, doesn't work in the real world."

Sharath laughed along for a moment, looking happy to pile on his former friend, but then he grimaced. "Well, yeah, I think so too... but, I just don't understand how he always has a beautiful woman on his arm."

Kusha gave her husband a flat, cool look. "I said self-respecting women, Sharath. Those are gold-diggers. Obviously every woman seems like a slut to Rakesh when he's constantly being hit on by women who want a taste of his filthy porn money. He probably hasn't met a normal woman in years."

Sharath just shrugged uncomfortably, rubbing his wife's legs planted in his lap while looking away. Kusha snorted and turned back to her phone. "There's no magical, magnetic big dick energy, Sharath. That's just his pathetic fantasy. One hundred percent of his charm comes from his wallet," she said condescendingly. "He convinced you for a second there, didn't he?"

"No," said Sharath defensively. But Kusha could read the guilty flash in his eyes like a book. Rakesh had actually momentarily sold him on the idea of secret genetic sluttiness. Why did guys want to believe that there was some sort of cheat code to sleep with women? The way Sharath had attracted a hot wife like her was by being reasonably smart, kind, and attractive, plus having a willingness to change in the way she wanted him to.

The idea of Rakesh dating beautiful women was darkly fascinating to Kusha, in the same way that watching a true crime documentary would be; enthralling, but disturbing. The idea of a beautiful woman letting the ugly pervert touch them with whatever shriveled thing he kept in his pants sent a shudder of horror through her. And all of this "all women are sluts" talk? Infuriating. The disgusting, conceited little man saw all women as ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked whenever he wished.

She was glad that Sharath had told her. Kusha knew how attractive she was and how even supposedly decent men lusted for her. If Rakesh thought women were fruit for the taking, she was surely one of the juiciest. Her lips set into a grim line of determination. She would take his money AND prove to him how wrong he was. Show him the error in his insulting worldview.

This 'slut' wouldn't be as easy prey as the gold-digging, aspiring porn stars who normally threw themselves at him.

[Steel]

A few days later...

The petite slut knelt in front of Rakesh, her toned thighs spread into a wide-legged stance and the dark nipples on her tiny, firm little tits stiff and crinkled with lust. Rakesh was pleased to see that Payal’s tight pussy was shaved silky smooth, and he idly wondered for a moment if that meant she was regularly hooking up with one-night stands. She was certainly hot enough to have frequent casual sex. Unfortunately for the other guys, they would never compare to what Kusha's cute little assistant was about to experience.

But, as tantalizing as Payal's tight, petite body was to look at, it didn't make Rakesh's dick throb like the expression on her face did right now. Her lovely, almond-shaped eyes stared up at the massive cock looming above her. Her glossy lips were parted with hot, panting breaths. 

"It's so big, Ra-... I mean, Sir," she said, remembering what Rakesh had instructed her to call him. Rakesh had seen this dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. Payal was cock-drunk, totally enthralled by the sight of his incredible penis. It was possible that up until this point, she thought she was doing Rakesh a favor by having sex with him. A lot of girls felt that way... right up until they saw his cock.

Rakesh chuckled and leaned forward, pressing the thick, blood-hot length of his throbbing cock against the kneeling bengali’s face. She groaned, feeling its dominant, masculine energy against her skin. Her breath puffed, quick and shallow, against Rakesh's hairy balls as she moaned, "M-maybe it's too big, Sir! I don't know if it will f-fit!"

Rakesh grinned. It would fit. It always did. In fact, soon Payal would be begging for more... for him to go deeper. He could feel it right now as he watched her squirm with lust, her hand sneaking down to rub and squish between her spread thighs: he was going to turn this little slut into a size queen, just like he had done to so many others. If she played her cards right, he might even let her play with her new obsession in front of a camera and get more money than Kusha could ever pay her.

"You don't need to worry about that now, honey," he said. "You just need to focus on making me feel good... and answering my questions."

With a shuddering breath, Payal obeyed, pressing her soft lips to his cock in a series of warm, wet kisses up and down its length.

"Now... is Kusha a good boss?" asked Rakesh, settling back and enjoying the petite woman's slutty service.

Payal looked up at him, confused, as she swirled her little pink tongue around his cockhead. "Mrs. Kapoor? Well, ummm, she can be hard to get along with sometimes, but she's honest and fair."

Rakesh nodded, "She seems like she can be stubborn. When you really need to convince her to change her mind, how do you go about that?"

"Why are we... slurp... why are we talking about my boss, Sir?" said Payal, pausing mid-sentence to run her dripping wet tongue over Rakesh's throbbing shaft.

Payal hadn't been a challenge at all. By the end of Rakesh's first visit to the office, she had been giggling and twirling her hair; by the end of the second visit, he had gotten her phone number; and the third time had, as they say, been the charm. Single women were like easy mode, and Rakesh liked the hunt so much that he rarely bothered pursuing them unless he badly needed a particular type of slut for his porn content. But, quite apart from what a delectable little snack she was, Payal would be a useful tool in his toolbox. Once she was hopelessly addicted to him, he would have a woman on the inside, able to monitor all of Kusha's communication and activities.

Rakesh slapped his thick cock wetly against Payal's tawny cheek, leaving a shiny streak of her own saliva. "I thought you said you were going to do anything I said." His voice was low and hard, and made Payal look up at him with a little catch of intimidation and arousal in her breath. "Or should we just get our clothes back on and go our separate ways?"

"N-no, sir," said Payal hurriedly, her eyes still focused on his cock, hazy with lust. "I can be a good girl."

"That's what I like to hear. Now answer the question. And my balls could use a little attention while you're at it."

The tight little bengali hurried to obey, lapping at his rough, hairy balls with her cute pink tongue while she stroked his slimy, spit-covered cock. "Well... she's very hard to convince once she makes her mind up," said Payal between licks. "But sometimes if you distract her, or present new information on the issue that confuses her, you can sneak things past her."

Rakesh nodded and moved on, quizzing Kusha's assistant on everything she knew about her boss. What made her angry. What made her laugh. Any stories she told about Sharath, positive or negative. Her favorite food. Eventually, Payal forgot all about how weird it was to answer questions about her boss. She was too busy stuffing her mouth with cock to think about anything other than Rakesh's meaty dick.