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NIVETHA THOMAS
Nivetha, a young woman with a petite frame and long, dark hair, had always been known for her innocence. She was a quiet, shy girl who preferred to keep to herself, and she had never shown much interest in the wild, promiscuous behavior that many of her peers indulged in.
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But that all changed when she met Raj.
Raj was a tall, handsome man with a rugged jaw and piercing green eyes. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and Nivetha couldn't help but be drawn to him.
At first, their relationship was innocent enough. They would go on dates, hold hands, and share sweet kisses. But as time went on, Nivetha found herself becoming more and more curious about the wilder side of things. She wanted to explore her sexuality and experience all the pleasure that Raj had to offer.
One night, as they lay in bed together, Nivetha mustered up the courage to ask Raj if he would be willing to try something new."What do you have in mind?" Raj asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
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"I want you to...ass fuck me," Nivetha said, her voice barely above a whisper.Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading Nivetha's cheeks and licking her tight little hole. Nivetha moaned with pleasure as Raj's tongue explored her ass, and she begged him to go further.
Raj obliged, slowly sliding his fingers into Nivetha's ass. She gasped as he stretched her open, and she could feel her pussy becoming wetter with every passing moment.
Finally, Raj couldn't take it any longer. He positioned himself behind Nivetha and slowly entered her ass. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her up, and she could feel every inch of him inside her.Raj began to thrust, and Nivetha could feel her ass stretching to accommodate him. She loved the feeling of being so full, and she begged Raj to go harder.
He was happy to oblige, and he began to fuck Nivetha's ass with wild abandon. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, and she begged Raj to let her cum.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, Raj pulled out and flipped Nivetha over. He spread her legs wide and began to fuck her pussy, causing her to scream with pleasure.
As Raj fucked her, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She begged Raj to cum inside her, and he was happy to oblige. He pulled out at the last moment and sprayed his load all over Nivetha's pussy and thighs.
As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't believe what she had just done. She had gone from an innocent girl to a dirty sex slut in the blink of an eye.
But she didn't regret it. Not for a second.As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way Raj was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want to try something else. I want you to rim your ass and then i want you to pee in my mouth."
Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading his ass cheeks and Nivetha started licking his ass hole. Raj started moaned with pleasure as nivetha tongue explored his ass further..
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After a while, Raj did as she asked and peed in her mouth. Nivetha swallowed every drop and smiled at him.
"That was so hot," she said. "I can't wait to do it again."
And with that, the two of them continued to explore their wildest fantasies together, pushing the boundaries of what was considered normal and embracing their inner sex sluts..
Nivetha Innocent Face Before Sex
Nivetha Innocent Face After Sex
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Nivetha, a young woman with a petite frame and long, dark hair, had always been known for her innocence. She was a quiet, shy girl who preferred to keep to herself, and she had never shown much interest in the wild, promiscuous behavior that many of her peers indulged in.
banner gif downloadBut that all changed when she met Raj.
Raj was a tall, handsome man with a rugged jaw and piercing green eyes. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and Nivetha couldn't help but be drawn to him.
At first, their relationship was innocent enough. They would go on dates, hold hands, and share sweet kisses. But as time went on, Nivetha found herself becoming more and more curious about the wilder side of things. She wanted to explore her sexuality and experience all the pleasure that Raj had to offer.
One night, as they lay in bed together, Nivetha mustered up the courage to ask Raj if he would be willing to try something new."What do you have in mind?" Raj asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
image uploader"I want you to...ass fuck me," Nivetha said, her voice barely above a whisper.Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading Nivetha's cheeks and licking her tight little hole. Nivetha moaned with pleasure as Raj's tongue explored her ass, and she begged him to go further.
Raj obliged, slowly sliding his fingers into Nivetha's ass. She gasped as he stretched her open, and she could feel her pussy becoming wetter with every passing moment.
Finally, Raj couldn't take it any longer. He positioned himself behind Nivetha and slowly entered her ass. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her up, and she could feel every inch of him inside her.Raj began to thrust, and Nivetha could feel her ass stretching to accommodate him. She loved the feeling of being so full, and she begged Raj to go harder.
He was happy to oblige, and he began to fuck Nivetha's ass with wild abandon. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, and she begged Raj to let her cum.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, Raj pulled out and flipped Nivetha over. He spread her legs wide and began to fuck her pussy, causing her to scream with pleasure.
As Raj fucked her, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She begged Raj to cum inside her, and he was happy to oblige. He pulled out at the last moment and sprayed his load all over Nivetha's pussy and thighs.
As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't believe what she had just done. She had gone from an innocent girl to a dirty sex slut in the blink of an eye.
But she didn't regret it. Not for a second.As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way Raj was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want to try something else. I want you to rim your ass and then i want you to pee in my mouth."
Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading his ass cheeks and Nivetha started licking his ass hole. Raj started moaned with pleasure as nivetha tongue explored his ass further..
upload imageAfter a while, Raj did as she asked and peed in her mouth. Nivetha swallowed every drop and smiled at him.
"That was so hot," she said. "I can't wait to do it again."
And with that, the two of them continued to explore their wildest fantasies together, pushing the boundaries of what was considered normal and embracing their inner sex sluts..
Nivetha Innocent Face Before Sex
Nivetha Innocent Face After Sex
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Thank you for writing this storyNIVETHA THOMAS
Nivetha, a young woman with a petite frame and long, dark hair, had always been known for her innocence. She was a quiet, shy girl who preferred to keep to herself, and she had never shown much interest in the wild, promiscuous behavior that many of her peers indulged in.
But that all changed when she met Raj.
Raj was a tall, handsome man with a rugged jaw and piercing green eyes. He was the epitome of a bad boy, and Nivetha couldn't help but be drawn to him.
At first, their relationship was innocent enough. They would go on dates, hold hands, and share sweet kisses. But as time went on, Nivetha found herself becoming more and more curious about the wilder side of things. She wanted to explore her sexuality and experience all the pleasure that Raj had to offer.
One night, as they lay in bed together, Nivetha mustered up the courage to ask Raj if he would be willing to try something new."What do you have in mind?" Raj asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I want you to...ass fuck me," Nivetha said, her voice barely above a whisper.Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading Nivetha's cheeks and licking her tight little hole. Nivetha moaned with pleasure as Raj's tongue explored her ass, and she begged him to go further.
Raj obliged, slowly sliding his fingers into Nivetha's ass. She gasped as he stretched her open, and she could feel her pussy becoming wetter with every passing moment.
Finally, Raj couldn't take it any longer. He positioned himself behind Nivetha and slowly entered her ass. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her up, and she could feel every inch of him inside her.Raj began to thrust, and Nivetha could feel her ass stretching to accommodate him. She loved the feeling of being so full, and she begged Raj to go harder.
He was happy to oblige, and he began to fuck Nivetha's ass with wild abandon. She could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, and she begged Raj to let her cum.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, Raj pulled out and flipped Nivetha over. He spread her legs wide and began to fuck her pussy, causing her to scream with pleasure.
As Raj fucked her, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She begged Raj to cum inside her, and he was happy to oblige. He pulled out at the last moment and sprayed his load all over Nivetha's pussy and thighs.
As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't believe what she had just done. She had gone from an innocent girl to a dirty sex slut in the blink of an eye.
But she didn't regret it. Not for a second.As they lay in bed together, Nivetha couldn't help but notice the way Raj was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. And it turned her on even more.
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I want to try something else. I want you to rim your ass and then i want you to pee in my mouth."
Raj was taken aback by Nivetha's request, but he could see the desire in her eyes and he knew he couldn't deny her.
He started by spreading his ass cheeks and Nivetha started licking his ass hole. Raj started moaned with pleasure as nivetha tongue explored his ass further..
After a while, Raj did as she asked and peed in her mouth. Nivetha swallowed every drop and smiled at him.
"That was so hot," she said. "I can't wait to do it again."
And with that, the two of them continued to explore their wildest fantasies together, pushing the boundaries of what was considered normal and embracing their inner sex sluts..
Nivetha Innocent Face Before Sex
Nivetha Innocent Face After Sex
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KATRINA KAIF
DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Katrina Kaif stood in the grand foyer of her in-laws' opulent Mumbai mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. Raj, her father-in-law, had summoned her for a conversation that made her uneasy. "Katrina," he began, his voice grave, "there's a matter of great importance we need to discuss."She raised an eyebrow, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "Yes, Raj Uncle?"
He hesitated before continuing, "We've been approached by a minister of the ruling party. He's interested in investing in our business, but he's asking for a... personal favor in return."
Katrina's eyes widened. "What kind of favor?"
Raj looked away, his discomfort palpable. "He wants to spend some time with you, Katrina."
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You can't be serious, Raj Uncle. I'm married to Vicky!"
He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. "I understand your hesitation, but this could be a game-changer for our business."
Katrina shook her head, her resolve firm. "I can't do this, Raj Uncle. I'll tell Vicky."
Later that evening, Katrina sat across from Vicky in their lavish apartment, her mind racing. "Vicky, your father asked me to do something unthinkable."
Vicky looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about, Katrina?"
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "He wants me to sleep with a minister to secure a business deal."
To her shock, Vicky didn't seem surprised. "And what did you tell him?"
"I said no, of course," she replied, bewildered.
Vicky leaned back in his chair, his expression inscrutable. "Katrina, listen. This could be good for us. For our future. You should consider it."
Katrina stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. "Vicky, we're married. I can't just sleep with someone else."
Vicky stood up, his voice firm. "We need to think about our family's future, Katrina. This could be our big break."
Days later, Katrina found herself standing outside the minister's luxurious suite at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a tall, handsome man with piercing eyes. "Katrina," he greeted, his voice smooth as velvet. "I'm Minister Ajay."
"Ajay," she managed to say, her heart hammering in her chest.
He smiled, his eyes roaming over her curves. "Come in, Katrina. Let's get to know each other."
Over the next few hours, Ajay charmed her with his wit and intelligence. He spoke of art, literature, and politics, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a beautiful woman, Katrina," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I find you incredibly fascinating."
Katrina felt a shiver run down her spine. "Ajay, I shouldn't be here," she whispered, even as her body leaned into his touch.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "But you are, Katrina. And I want you."
His lips met hers, and Katrina found herself responding, her body aching with desire. Ajay's hands explored her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He unbuttoned her blouse, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.
Katrina's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her eyes meeting his. "Ajay," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
He smiled, his cock already hard in her hand. "Yes, Katrina. Let's make this official."
He lifted her onto the bed, his body covering hers. His cock pressed against her pussy, making her wet with anticipation. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock slowly entered her.
"Aah," Katrina moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. Ajay moved slowly, his cock filling her completely. "Yes, Ajay. Yes."
He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, harder. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock inside you?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes."
Ajay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind."
Katrina complied, her body aching with desire. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
"Relax, Katrina," Ajay murmured, his hand rubbing her back. "Let me in."
Katrina took a deep breath, her body relaxing. Ajay's cock slid in deeper, making her moan in pleasure. "Oh, God, Ajay. Yes. Yes."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy aching with need.
Ajay reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, making her moan louder. "Come for me, Katrina. Come all over my cock."
Katrina's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her. She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Ajay pulled her close, his fingers tracing her spine. "Katrina," he murmured, "I want you to leave Vicky. I want you to be mine."
Katrina looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Ajay, I can't just leave Vicky."
Ajay cupped her face, his eyes serious. "You can, Katrina. And you will. Because you know this is where you belong. With me."
Days turned into weeks, and Katrina found herself falling for Ajay. His passion, his intelligence, his lovemaking - it all drew her in. She realized that what she felt for Ajay was more than just lust. It was love.
She decided to divorce Vicky, her heart heavy but her mind made up. She was going to be Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything.
Ajay was overjoyed when she told him. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Katrina. You're mine now."
He pushed her onto the bed, his cock already hard. He spread her legs, his tongue licking her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body aching for him.
Ajay's cock entered her, filling her completely. He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked with hers. "You're mine, Katrina. All mine."
Katrina nodded, her body wrapping around his. "Yes, Ajay. I'm yours."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock pounding into her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with desire. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need.
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Ajay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind again."
Katrina complied, her body ready for his cock. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass again. She gasped, her body tensing at the familiar intrusion.
"You're mine, Katrina," Ajay growled, his cock slamming into her ass. "All mine."
Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need. "Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking with intensity.
Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Katrina looked up at Ajay, her eyes filled with love.
"I love you, Ajay," she whispered. "I love you so much."
Ajay smiled, his fingers tracing her lips. "I love you too, Katrina. More than you'll ever know."
And so, Katrina became Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything. Their love story was one of passion, desire, and love. It was a love story that defied all odds, a love story that was worth fighting for.
END
DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Katrina Kaif stood in the grand foyer of her in-laws' opulent Mumbai mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. Raj, her father-in-law, had summoned her for a conversation that made her uneasy. "Katrina," he began, his voice grave, "there's a matter of great importance we need to discuss."She raised an eyebrow, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "Yes, Raj Uncle?"
He hesitated before continuing, "We've been approached by a minister of the ruling party. He's interested in investing in our business, but he's asking for a... personal favor in return."
Katrina's eyes widened. "What kind of favor?"
Raj looked away, his discomfort palpable. "He wants to spend some time with you, Katrina."
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You can't be serious, Raj Uncle. I'm married to Vicky!"
He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. "I understand your hesitation, but this could be a game-changer for our business."
Katrina shook her head, her resolve firm. "I can't do this, Raj Uncle. I'll tell Vicky."
Later that evening, Katrina sat across from Vicky in their lavish apartment, her mind racing. "Vicky, your father asked me to do something unthinkable."
Vicky looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about, Katrina?"
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "He wants me to sleep with a minister to secure a business deal."
To her shock, Vicky didn't seem surprised. "And what did you tell him?"
"I said no, of course," she replied, bewildered.
Vicky leaned back in his chair, his expression inscrutable. "Katrina, listen. This could be good for us. For our future. You should consider it."
Katrina stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. "Vicky, we're married. I can't just sleep with someone else."
Vicky stood up, his voice firm. "We need to think about our family's future, Katrina. This could be our big break."
Days later, Katrina found herself standing outside the minister's luxurious suite at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a tall, handsome man with piercing eyes. "Katrina," he greeted, his voice smooth as velvet. "I'm Minister Ajay."
"Ajay," she managed to say, her heart hammering in her chest.
He smiled, his eyes roaming over her curves. "Come in, Katrina. Let's get to know each other."
Over the next few hours, Ajay charmed her with his wit and intelligence. He spoke of art, literature, and politics, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a beautiful woman, Katrina," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I find you incredibly fascinating."
Katrina felt a shiver run down her spine. "Ajay, I shouldn't be here," she whispered, even as her body leaned into his touch.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "But you are, Katrina. And I want you."
His lips met hers, and Katrina found herself responding, her body aching with desire. Ajay's hands explored her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He unbuttoned her blouse, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.
Katrina's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her eyes meeting his. "Ajay," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
He smiled, his cock already hard in her hand. "Yes, Katrina. Let's make this official."
He lifted her onto the bed, his body covering hers. His cock pressed against her pussy, making her wet with anticipation. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock slowly entered her.
"Aah," Katrina moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. Ajay moved slowly, his cock filling her completely. "Yes, Ajay. Yes."
He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, harder. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock inside you?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes."
Ajay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind."
Katrina complied, her body aching with desire. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
"Relax, Katrina," Ajay murmured, his hand rubbing her back. "Let me in."
Katrina took a deep breath, her body relaxing. Ajay's cock slid in deeper, making her moan in pleasure. "Oh, God, Ajay. Yes. Yes."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy aching with need.
Ajay reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, making her moan louder. "Come for me, Katrina. Come all over my cock."
Katrina's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her. She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Ajay pulled her close, his fingers tracing her spine. "Katrina," he murmured, "I want you to leave Vicky. I want you to be mine."
Katrina looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Ajay, I can't just leave Vicky."
Ajay cupped her face, his eyes serious. "You can, Katrina. And you will. Because you know this is where you belong. With me."
Days turned into weeks, and Katrina found herself falling for Ajay. His passion, his intelligence, his lovemaking - it all drew her in. She realized that what she felt for Ajay was more than just lust. It was love.
She decided to divorce Vicky, her heart heavy but her mind made up. She was going to be Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything.
Ajay was overjoyed when she told him. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Katrina. You're mine now."
He pushed her onto the bed, his cock already hard. He spread her legs, his tongue licking her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body aching for him.
Ajay's cock entered her, filling her completely. He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked with hers. "You're mine, Katrina. All mine."
Katrina nodded, her body wrapping around his. "Yes, Ajay. I'm yours."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock pounding into her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with desire. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need.
combo list duplicate removerAjay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind again."
Katrina complied, her body ready for his cock. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass again. She gasped, her body tensing at the familiar intrusion.
"You're mine, Katrina," Ajay growled, his cock slamming into her ass. "All mine."
Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need. "Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking with intensity.
Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Katrina looked up at Ajay, her eyes filled with love.
"I love you, Ajay," she whispered. "I love you so much."
Ajay smiled, his fingers tracing her lips. "I love you too, Katrina. More than you'll ever know."
And so, Katrina became Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything. Their love story was one of passion, desire, and love. It was a love story that defied all odds, a love story that was worth fighting for.
END
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Trisha krishnan police story is on the way now... So this i will do later...
Not much fakes for anumol bro
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The video call was set for 9 PM, and I, Sreemukhi, was more than ready. Raj, the director, had a reputation for pushing boundaries, and this audition was no different. He wanted raw, unfiltered passion, and I was determined to give it to him.
As the call connected, I saw Raj's face light up, his eyes scanning my body with unabashed desire. "Fuck, Sreemukhi," he murmured, "You look stunning." I smiled, biting my lip suggestively. "I'm here to impress, Raj," I replied, my voice dripping with seduction.
I began to strip, slowly, teasingly. My hands trailed down my body, caressing my curves as I moved. Raj's breath hitched, his eyes glued to my every move. "Open your pussy for me, Sreemukhi," he commanded, his voice husky. I complied, spreading my legs wide, giving him a full view of my wetness.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Raj groaned, his hand moving to his crotch. I could see the outline of his hard dick through his pants, and it sent a thrill through me. "I want to see your ass, Sreemukhi," he demanded next. I turned around, bending over slightly, giving him a full view of my ass.
I could hear Raj's sharp intake of breath, and it fueled my performance. I started to dance, my body moving sensually to the silent rhythm. Raj's eyes never left me, his hand moving faster now. "Use your dildo, Sreemukhi," he ordered, his voice strained.
I picked up my dildo, teasing my pussy with it before slowly pushing it in. I moaned, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. Raj's hand was a blur now, his breathing heavy. "Finger yourself, Sreemukhi," he commanded, his voice barely a whisper.
I complied, my fingers moving in rhythm with the dildo. My moans grew louder, my body writhing in pleasure. Raj's eyes were dark with desire, his hand moving furiously now. "I'm going to squirt, Raj," I warned, my voice breathy.
Raj groaned, his hand moving faster. "Fuck, Sreemukhi, I'm going to cum," he grunted, his body tensing. I could see his dick throbbing, and it sent me over the edge. I came, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Raj came with me, his body shuddering with pleasure.
As we both came down from our highs, Raj looked at me, his eyes still dark with desire. "Fuck, Sreemukhi," he said, his voice hoarse, "You're perfect for the role." I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This audition was unlike any other, but it was definitely one I would remember.
The call ended, leaving me in a post-orgasmic bliss. I knew this role would be a challenge, but I was ready. Raj wanted raw, unfiltered passion, and I was more than willing to give it to him. This was just the beginning, and I couldn't wait to see where this role would take me.
After 1 month
Sreemukhi put a message in her social media...
" The girl in the video is not me... It was AI... But whole world knew what was true and what was fake...
THE END
Please write on sreeleelaKATRINA KAIF
DISCLAIMER : This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Katrina Kaif stood in the grand foyer of her in-laws' opulent Mumbai mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. Raj, her father-in-law, had summoned her for a conversation that made her uneasy. "Katrina," he began, his voice grave, "there's a matter of great importance we need to discuss."She raised an eyebrow, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "Yes, Raj Uncle?"
He hesitated before continuing, "We've been approached by a minister of the ruling party. He's interested in investing in our business, but he's asking for a... personal favor in return."
Katrina's eyes widened. "What kind of favor?"
Raj looked away, his discomfort palpable. "He wants to spend some time with you, Katrina."
She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You can't be serious, Raj Uncle. I'm married to Vicky!"
He sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. "I understand your hesitation, but this could be a game-changer for our business."
Katrina shook her head, her resolve firm. "I can't do this, Raj Uncle. I'll tell Vicky."
Later that evening, Katrina sat across from Vicky in their lavish apartment, her mind racing. "Vicky, your father asked me to do something unthinkable."
Vicky looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about, Katrina?"
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "He wants me to sleep with a minister to secure a business deal."
To her shock, Vicky didn't seem surprised. "And what did you tell him?"
"I said no, of course," she replied, bewildered.
Vicky leaned back in his chair, his expression inscrutable. "Katrina, listen. This could be good for us. For our future. You should consider it."
Katrina stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. "Vicky, we're married. I can't just sleep with someone else."
Vicky stood up, his voice firm. "We need to think about our family's future, Katrina. This could be our big break."
Days later, Katrina found herself standing outside the minister's luxurious suite at the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a tall, handsome man with piercing eyes. "Katrina," he greeted, his voice smooth as velvet. "I'm Minister Ajay."
"Ajay," she managed to say, her heart hammering in her chest.
He smiled, his eyes roaming over her curves. "Come in, Katrina. Let's get to know each other."
Over the next few hours, Ajay charmed her with his wit and intelligence. He spoke of art, literature, and politics, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a beautiful woman, Katrina," he murmured, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I find you incredibly fascinating."
Katrina felt a shiver run down her spine. "Ajay, I shouldn't be here," she whispered, even as her body leaned into his touch.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "But you are, Katrina. And I want you."
His lips met hers, and Katrina found herself responding, her body aching with desire. Ajay's hands explored her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. He unbuttoned her blouse, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.
Katrina's hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her eyes meeting his. "Ajay," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
He smiled, his cock already hard in her hand. "Yes, Katrina. Let's make this official."
He lifted her onto the bed, his body covering hers. His cock pressed against her pussy, making her wet with anticipation. He kissed her again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his cock slowly entered her.
"Aah," Katrina moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. Ajay moved slowly, his cock filling her completely. "Yes, Ajay. Yes."
He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, harder. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock inside you?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes."
Ajay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind."
Katrina complied, her body aching with desire. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass. She gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
"Relax, Katrina," Ajay murmured, his hand rubbing her back. "Let me in."
Katrina took a deep breath, her body relaxing. Ajay's cock slid in deeper, making her moan in pleasure. "Oh, God, Ajay. Yes. Yes."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. "You like that, Katrina? You like my cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy aching with need.
Ajay reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, making her moan louder. "Come for me, Katrina. Come all over my cock."
Katrina's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her. She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Ajay pulled her close, his fingers tracing her spine. "Katrina," he murmured, "I want you to leave Vicky. I want you to be mine."
Katrina looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. "Ajay, I can't just leave Vicky."
Ajay cupped her face, his eyes serious. "You can, Katrina. And you will. Because you know this is where you belong. With me."
Days turned into weeks, and Katrina found herself falling for Ajay. His passion, his intelligence, his lovemaking - it all drew her in. She realized that what she felt for Ajay was more than just lust. It was love.
She decided to divorce Vicky, her heart heavy but her mind made up. She was going to be Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything.
Ajay was overjoyed when she told him. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Katrina. You're mine now."
He pushed her onto the bed, his cock already hard. He spread her legs, his tongue licking her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body aching for him.
Ajay's cock entered her, filling her completely. He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked with hers. "You're mine, Katrina. All mine."
Katrina nodded, her body wrapping around his. "Yes, Ajay. I'm yours."
Ajay picked up the pace, his cock pounding into her pussy. Katrina moaned, her body on fire with desire. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need.
Ajay flipped her over, his cock still inside her. "On your hands and knees, Katrina. I want to fuck you from behind again."
Katrina complied, her body ready for his cock. Ajay's cock slid out of her pussy, only to enter her ass again. She gasped, her body tensing at the familiar intrusion.
"You're mine, Katrina," Ajay growled, his cock slamming into her ass. "All mine."
Katrina moaned, her body on fire with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body aching with need. "Yes, Ajay. Oh, God, yes. Harder."
Ajay's hips moved faster, his cock pounding into her ass. Katrina moaned, her body convulsing with pleasure. She could feel her orgasm crashing over her, her body shaking with intensity.
Ajay groaned, his cock pulsing inside her ass as he came. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Katrina looked up at Ajay, her eyes filled with love.
"I love you, Ajay," she whispered. "I love you so much."
Ajay smiled, his fingers tracing her lips. "I love you too, Katrina. More than you'll ever know."
And so, Katrina became Ajay's mistress, his lover, his everything. Their love story was one of passion, desire, and love. It was a love story that defied all odds, a love story that was worth fighting for.
END
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Nikhila Vimal And Shruthi Hassan
Nikhila Vimal, a shy and conservative woman in her mid-thirties, was sitting at her desk, her hazel eyes scanning the latest sales reports. She was known for her meticulousness and dedication, but her timid nature often held her back from the promotions she deserved.
Across from her, Shruthi Hassan, a vivacious extrovert of the same age, was laughing with a colleague, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You should really loosen up, Nikhila," Shruthi said, leaning over Nikhila's desk. "You're too uptight. You know what they say, 'All work and no play makes Nikhila a dull girl.'"
Nikhila blushed, her fair skin flushing. "I don't know if I can be like you, Shruthi. I'm just not comfortable with... certain things."
Shruthi raised an eyebrow. "Certain things? Like what?"
Nikhila hesitated before whispering, "Like seducing the boss for a promotion."
Shruthi laughed, a sound that echoed through the office. "You're right, Nikhila. That's exactly what we need to do."
That evening, the two friends met at a bustling café. Shruthi ordered a glass of wine, while Nikhila stuck to her usual tea.
"Listen, Nikhila," Shruthi began, her voice low and conspiratorial. "We both want that promotion. Keshu is young, but he's a genius. He'll see our potential if we show him we're not just about work."
Nikhila looked at her skeptically. "And how do you suggest we do that?"
Shruthi smiled, her lips curving in a seductive smile. "Leave that to me. I'll handle Keshu. You just need to be... open."
The following week, Keshu, a charming man in his mid-twenties with dark hair and piercing green eyes, invited them to his office. He was known for his sharp mind and even sharper looks.
"Thank you for coming, ladies," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I've been thinking about how to reward your hard work."
Shruthi slid into the seat next to him, her hand resting on his arm. "We were thinking, Keshu, that there might be other ways to... show our appreciation."
Nikhila watched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she saw the way Keshu's eyes lingered on her.
"I see," Keshu said, his voice dropping an octave. "And what do you have in mind?"
Shruthi leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Why don't you come to our place tonight? We'll show you."
That night, Nikhila and Shruthi stood in their shared apartment, their nerves dancing like fireflies in their stomachs. Shruthi wore a red dress that clung to her curves, while Nikhila was in a simple black dress that hid her trembling hands.
When Keshu arrived, they led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine sat untouched on the coffee table. Shruthi poured them each a glass, and they sat down, the silence heavy with anticipation.
"So," Keshu said, breaking the tension. "What's the special occasion?"
Shruthi smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "We thought it was time to... celebrate our success."
Keshu raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate, huh?"
Nikhila took a deep breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. "Yes. We thought... we could show you how much we appreciate your guidance."
Keshu looked from one to the other, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I see. And how do you plan to do that?"
Shruthi stood up, her glass in hand. "First, we drink to our success."
They clinked glasses, and Nikhila took a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine spread through her. She felt a little bolder, a little more confident.
Shruthi set her glass down, her eyes never leaving Keshu's. "And then, we show you just how much we appreciate you."
Keshu stood up, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm listening."
Nikhila reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Keshu's chest. She felt the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and a thrill ran through her. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his. "We want to... pleasure you."
Keshu's breath hitched, and he looked from Nikhila to Shruthi. "Both of you?"
Shruthi nodded, her smile wicked. "Both of us. We want to make you feel good, Keshu. We want to show you just how much we value your... leadership."
Keshu let out a low laugh, his hands reaching out to pull Nikhila and Shruthi closer. "Well, I must say, I'm impressed. I didn't know you two had it in you."
Nikhila felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she held her ground. She looked up at Keshu, her voice steady. "We want to. We want to please you."
Keshu's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Nikhila's. She felt a shock of pleasure at the contact, her body responding in a way it never had before. She parted her lips, inviting him in, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
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She felt Shruthi's hands on her, caressing her back, her hips, her ass. She let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by Keshu's mouth. She felt Shruthi's lips on her neck, her teeth nipping at her skin, and she arched into the touch, her body on fire.
Keshu broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, you two are hot."
Shruthi smiled, her eyes never leaving Keshu's. "We aim to please."
Nikhila felt a surge of confidence, her inhibitions melting away under the heat of Keshu's gaze. She reached out, her hands going to his belt, and she unbuckled it slowly, her eyes locked with his. She felt Shruthi's hands on her, unzipping her dress, and she let it fall to the floor, standing before Keshu in her lace bra and thong.
Keshu's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze heated. "Fuck, Nikhila. You're beautiful."
She felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she held her ground. She reached out, her hands going to his pants, and she pushed them down, revealing his hard cock. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
Shruthi stepped forward, her hands going to Keshu's shirt, and she unbuttoned it slowly, her eyes locked with his. She pushed it off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest, and she leaned in, her lips pressing against his skin. She trailed kisses down his chest, her hands exploring his body, and he let out a low moan, his hands going to her hair.
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Nikhila watched, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt a surge of desire, her body aching for Keshu's touch. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, and she stroked him slowly, her eyes locked with his.
Keshu let out a groan, his hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, yes. That feels so good, Nikhila."
Shruthi looked up at him, her smile wicked. "Why don't you lie down, Keshu? Let us take care of you."
Keshu did as he was told, lying down on the couch, his eyes never leaving the two women. Nikhila and Shruthi exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do.
Nikhila climbed onto the couch, her body straddling Keshu's. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, and she kissed him slowly, her tongue exploring his mouth. She felt his hands on her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hands going to Nikhila's bra. She unhooked it slowly, her eyes locked with Keshu's, and she pushed it off Nikhila's shoulders, revealing her full breasts. She leaned in, her lips capturing one nipple, and she sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Nikhila let out a gasp, her body arching into Shruthi's touch. She felt Keshu's hands on her, caressing her skin, and she ground against him, her pussy aching for his touch.
Shruthi moved to the other breast, her mouth lavishing attention on it, her hands going to Nikhila's thong. She pushed it aside, her fingers finding Nikhila's clit, and she rubbed it slowly, her eyes locked with Nikhila's.
Nikhila let out a moan, her body trembling with pleasure. She felt Keshu's cock pressing against her pussy, and she reached down, her hand guiding him inside her. She let out a gasp as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Keshu let out a low moan, his hands gripping Nikhila's hips. "Fuck, you feel so good, Nikhila."
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Nikhila began to move, her body riding Keshu's cock, her eyes locked with his. She felt Shruthi's mouth on her breast, her tongue swirling around her nipple, and she let out a soft moan, her body on fire with pleasure.
Shruthi looked up at Keshu, her smile wicked. "Why don't you taste her, Keshu? Taste how sweet she is."
Keshu needed no further encouragement. He sat up, his hands going to Nikhila's ass, and he lifted her up, positioning her so that her pussy was over his face. He buried his face in her, his tongue finding her clit, and he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Nikhila let out a cry of pleasure, her body convulsing with the sensation. She felt Shruthi's hands on her, caressing her body, her fingers finding her ass, and she let out a moan, her body arching into the touch.
Keshu's tongue was relentless, his fingers joining in, and Nikhila felt her orgasm building, her body tensing with the pleasure. She rode Keshu's face, her body convulsing with the sensation, and she let out a scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the force of it.
Keshu lifted her off his face, his lips glistening with her juices. "Fuck, you taste so good, Nikhila."
Nikhila smiled, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Your turn, Keshu. Let us pleasure you."
Shruthi and Nikhila exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do. They knelt before Keshu, their hands going to his cock, and they took turns sucking on it, their tongues swirling around the sensitive head, their hands stroking his shaft.
Keshu let out a low moan, his hips bucking into their touch. "Fuck, yes. That feels so good."Nikhila looked up at him, her eyes locked with his. "We want to make you feel good, Keshu. We want to please you."
Keshu smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "Then show me. Show me what you can do."
Nikhila and Shruthi exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do. They lay down on the floor, their bodies side by side, and they began to pleasure each other, their fingers finding each other's clits, their tongues exploring each other's pussies.
Keshu watched, his cock throbbing with desire. He knelt between them, his hands going to their breasts, his fingers pinching their nipples, and he let out a low moan, his body aching with the need to be inside them.
Nikhila and Shruthi looked up at him, their eyes locked with his. "Fuck us, Keshu," they said in unison, their voices filled with desire. "We want you inside us."
Keshu needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself between Nikhila's legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and he pushed inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He let out a low moan, the sensation of her tight pussy enveloping his cock driving him wild.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hands going to Nikhila's ass, spreading her cheeks, and she leaned in, her tongue finding Nikhila's ass. She licked and sucked on it, her tongue exploring the sensitive flesh, and Nikhila let out a moan, her body arching into the touch.
Keshu began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Nikhila's pussy, his eyes locked with hers. He felt Shruthi's tongue on his ass, her fingers finding his entrance, and he let out a moan, his body tensing with the sensation.
Nikhila reached out, her hand going to Shruthi's pussy, and she began to finger her, her fingers finding her clit, and she rubbed it slowly, her eyes locked with Shruthi's.
The three of them moved together, their bodies in sync, their moans filling the air. Keshu's cock was relentless, his hips bucking into Nikhila's body, her pussy gripping him tightly, her ass clenching around Shruthi's tongue.
Keshu felt his orgasm building, his body tensing with the pleasure. He could feel Nikhila's pussy convulsing around his cock, her body shaking with her orgasm, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"I'm going to come," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up, Nikhila."
Nikhila looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Do it, Keshu. Come inside me. Fill me up with your cum."
Keshu let out a roar as his orgasm crashed over him, his body shaking with the force of it. He came inside Nikhila, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum, and she let out a scream of pleasure, her body convulsing with her own orgasm.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hand going to Keshu's cock, and she began to stroke him, milking him of every last drop of cum. She leaned in, her mouth capturing his, and she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth, and she swallowed his cum, her eyes locked with his.
Nikhila watched, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. She had done it. She had seduced Keshu, had pleased him, and in the process, she had shed her inhibitions, had transformed into a shameless woman.
The following days were a whirlwind of sex and seduction. Nikhila and Shruthi took turns pleasuring Keshu, their bodies entwined with his, their moans filling the air. They bathed together, their bodies slick with soap and water, their hands exploring each other's flesh. They exchanged Keshu's cum, their mouths capturing his, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their bodies convulsing with pleasure.
A few days later, Shruthi got the promotion she had been vying for. She was overjoyed, her eyes shining with triumph, and Nikhila congratulated her, her heart filled with pride. She had done it. She had helped Shruthi achieve her goal, and in the process, she had transformed herself.
But Nikhila's journey was far from over. She continued to meet Keshu, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air. She felt a sense of power, a sense of control, and she reveled in it. She was no longer the shy, conservative woman she had once been. She was a shameless woman, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Two months later, Nikhila found out she was pregnant. She was overjoyed, her heart filled with joy, and she knew that this was what she wanted, what she had always wanted. She told Keshu the news, her voice filled with excitement, and he looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Are you sure, Nikhila?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Nikhila nodded, her eyes locked with his. "Yes, I'm sure. I want this, Keshu. I want our baby."
Keshu looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Then it's settled. We'll have this baby together. We'll be a family."
And so, Nikhila and Keshu were married, their love for each other growing stronger with each passing day. Nikhila became the CEO of the company, under whom Shruthi worked, and she thrived in her new role, her confidence and ambition driving her to success. She was no longer the shy, conservative woman she had once been. She was a powerful woman, a woman who had it all, and she knew that she owed it all to Keshu, to the love and passion they shared, and to the transformation she had undergone
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Nikhila Vimal, a shy and conservative woman in her mid-thirties, was sitting at her desk, her hazel eyes scanning the latest sales reports. She was known for her meticulousness and dedication, but her timid nature often held her back from the promotions she deserved.
Across from her, Shruthi Hassan, a vivacious extrovert of the same age, was laughing with a colleague, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You should really loosen up, Nikhila," Shruthi said, leaning over Nikhila's desk. "You're too uptight. You know what they say, 'All work and no play makes Nikhila a dull girl.'"
Nikhila blushed, her fair skin flushing. "I don't know if I can be like you, Shruthi. I'm just not comfortable with... certain things."
Shruthi raised an eyebrow. "Certain things? Like what?"
Nikhila hesitated before whispering, "Like seducing the boss for a promotion."
Shruthi laughed, a sound that echoed through the office. "You're right, Nikhila. That's exactly what we need to do."
That evening, the two friends met at a bustling café. Shruthi ordered a glass of wine, while Nikhila stuck to her usual tea.
"Listen, Nikhila," Shruthi began, her voice low and conspiratorial. "We both want that promotion. Keshu is young, but he's a genius. He'll see our potential if we show him we're not just about work."
Nikhila looked at her skeptically. "And how do you suggest we do that?"
Shruthi smiled, her lips curving in a seductive smile. "Leave that to me. I'll handle Keshu. You just need to be... open."
The following week, Keshu, a charming man in his mid-twenties with dark hair and piercing green eyes, invited them to his office. He was known for his sharp mind and even sharper looks.
"Thank you for coming, ladies," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I've been thinking about how to reward your hard work."
Shruthi slid into the seat next to him, her hand resting on his arm. "We were thinking, Keshu, that there might be other ways to... show our appreciation."
Nikhila watched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she saw the way Keshu's eyes lingered on her.
"I see," Keshu said, his voice dropping an octave. "And what do you have in mind?"
Shruthi leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Why don't you come to our place tonight? We'll show you."
That night, Nikhila and Shruthi stood in their shared apartment, their nerves dancing like fireflies in their stomachs. Shruthi wore a red dress that clung to her curves, while Nikhila was in a simple black dress that hid her trembling hands.
When Keshu arrived, they led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine sat untouched on the coffee table. Shruthi poured them each a glass, and they sat down, the silence heavy with anticipation.
"So," Keshu said, breaking the tension. "What's the special occasion?"
Shruthi smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "We thought it was time to... celebrate our success."
Keshu raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate, huh?"
Nikhila took a deep breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. "Yes. We thought... we could show you how much we appreciate your guidance."
Keshu looked from one to the other, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I see. And how do you plan to do that?"
Shruthi stood up, her glass in hand. "First, we drink to our success."
They clinked glasses, and Nikhila took a sip, feeling the warmth of the wine spread through her. She felt a little bolder, a little more confident.
Shruthi set her glass down, her eyes never leaving Keshu's. "And then, we show you just how much we appreciate you."
Keshu stood up, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm listening."
Nikhila reached out, her hand trembling as she touched Keshu's chest. She felt the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and a thrill ran through her. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his. "We want to... pleasure you."
Keshu's breath hitched, and he looked from Nikhila to Shruthi. "Both of you?"
Shruthi nodded, her smile wicked. "Both of us. We want to make you feel good, Keshu. We want to show you just how much we value your... leadership."
Keshu let out a low laugh, his hands reaching out to pull Nikhila and Shruthi closer. "Well, I must say, I'm impressed. I didn't know you two had it in you."
Nikhila felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she held her ground. She looked up at Keshu, her voice steady. "We want to. We want to please you."
Keshu's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against Nikhila's. She felt a shock of pleasure at the contact, her body responding in a way it never had before. She parted her lips, inviting him in, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
vietnamese in vietnamese mathematical notation in wordShe felt Shruthi's hands on her, caressing her back, her hips, her ass. She let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by Keshu's mouth. She felt Shruthi's lips on her neck, her teeth nipping at her skin, and she arched into the touch, her body on fire.
Keshu broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, you two are hot."
Shruthi smiled, her eyes never leaving Keshu's. "We aim to please."
Nikhila felt a surge of confidence, her inhibitions melting away under the heat of Keshu's gaze. She reached out, her hands going to his belt, and she unbuckled it slowly, her eyes locked with his. She felt Shruthi's hands on her, unzipping her dress, and she let it fall to the floor, standing before Keshu in her lace bra and thong.
Keshu's eyes roamed over her body, his gaze heated. "Fuck, Nikhila. You're beautiful."
She felt a blush spread across her cheeks, but she held her ground. She reached out, her hands going to his pants, and she pushed them down, revealing his hard cock. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
Shruthi stepped forward, her hands going to Keshu's shirt, and she unbuttoned it slowly, her eyes locked with his. She pushed it off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest, and she leaned in, her lips pressing against his skin. She trailed kisses down his chest, her hands exploring his body, and he let out a low moan, his hands going to her hair.
free image hostingNikhila watched, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt a surge of desire, her body aching for Keshu's touch. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, and she stroked him slowly, her eyes locked with his.
Keshu let out a groan, his hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, yes. That feels so good, Nikhila."
Shruthi looked up at him, her smile wicked. "Why don't you lie down, Keshu? Let us take care of you."
Keshu did as he was told, lying down on the couch, his eyes never leaving the two women. Nikhila and Shruthi exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do.
Nikhila climbed onto the couch, her body straddling Keshu's. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, and she kissed him slowly, her tongue exploring his mouth. She felt his hands on her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hands going to Nikhila's bra. She unhooked it slowly, her eyes locked with Keshu's, and she pushed it off Nikhila's shoulders, revealing her full breasts. She leaned in, her lips capturing one nipple, and she sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Nikhila let out a gasp, her body arching into Shruthi's touch. She felt Keshu's hands on her, caressing her skin, and she ground against him, her pussy aching for his touch.
Shruthi moved to the other breast, her mouth lavishing attention on it, her hands going to Nikhila's thong. She pushed it aside, her fingers finding Nikhila's clit, and she rubbed it slowly, her eyes locked with Nikhila's.
Nikhila let out a moan, her body trembling with pleasure. She felt Keshu's cock pressing against her pussy, and she reached down, her hand guiding him inside her. She let out a gasp as he filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Keshu let out a low moan, his hands gripping Nikhila's hips. "Fuck, you feel so good, Nikhila."
image uploaderNikhila began to move, her body riding Keshu's cock, her eyes locked with his. She felt Shruthi's mouth on her breast, her tongue swirling around her nipple, and she let out a soft moan, her body on fire with pleasure.
Shruthi looked up at Keshu, her smile wicked. "Why don't you taste her, Keshu? Taste how sweet she is."
Keshu needed no further encouragement. He sat up, his hands going to Nikhila's ass, and he lifted her up, positioning her so that her pussy was over his face. He buried his face in her, his tongue finding her clit, and he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
Nikhila let out a cry of pleasure, her body convulsing with the sensation. She felt Shruthi's hands on her, caressing her body, her fingers finding her ass, and she let out a moan, her body arching into the touch.
Keshu's tongue was relentless, his fingers joining in, and Nikhila felt her orgasm building, her body tensing with the pleasure. She rode Keshu's face, her body convulsing with the sensation, and she let out a scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the force of it.
Keshu lifted her off his face, his lips glistening with her juices. "Fuck, you taste so good, Nikhila."
Nikhila smiled, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Your turn, Keshu. Let us pleasure you."
Shruthi and Nikhila exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do. They knelt before Keshu, their hands going to his cock, and they took turns sucking on it, their tongues swirling around the sensitive head, their hands stroking his shaft.
Keshu let out a low moan, his hips bucking into their touch. "Fuck, yes. That feels so good."Nikhila looked up at him, her eyes locked with his. "We want to make you feel good, Keshu. We want to please you."
Keshu smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "Then show me. Show me what you can do."
Nikhila and Shruthi exchanged a glance, their minds in sync. They knew what they needed to do. They lay down on the floor, their bodies side by side, and they began to pleasure each other, their fingers finding each other's clits, their tongues exploring each other's pussies.
Keshu watched, his cock throbbing with desire. He knelt between them, his hands going to their breasts, his fingers pinching their nipples, and he let out a low moan, his body aching with the need to be inside them.
Nikhila and Shruthi looked up at him, their eyes locked with his. "Fuck us, Keshu," they said in unison, their voices filled with desire. "We want you inside us."
Keshu needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself between Nikhila's legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and he pushed inside her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He let out a low moan, the sensation of her tight pussy enveloping his cock driving him wild.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hands going to Nikhila's ass, spreading her cheeks, and she leaned in, her tongue finding Nikhila's ass. She licked and sucked on it, her tongue exploring the sensitive flesh, and Nikhila let out a moan, her body arching into the touch.
Keshu began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Nikhila's pussy, his eyes locked with hers. He felt Shruthi's tongue on his ass, her fingers finding his entrance, and he let out a moan, his body tensing with the sensation.
Nikhila reached out, her hand going to Shruthi's pussy, and she began to finger her, her fingers finding her clit, and she rubbed it slowly, her eyes locked with Shruthi's.
The three of them moved together, their bodies in sync, their moans filling the air. Keshu's cock was relentless, his hips bucking into Nikhila's body, her pussy gripping him tightly, her ass clenching around Shruthi's tongue.
Keshu felt his orgasm building, his body tensing with the pleasure. He could feel Nikhila's pussy convulsing around his cock, her body shaking with her orgasm, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"I'm going to come," he said, his voice ragged. "I'm going to fill you up, Nikhila."
Nikhila looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Do it, Keshu. Come inside me. Fill me up with your cum."
Keshu let out a roar as his orgasm crashed over him, his body shaking with the force of it. He came inside Nikhila, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum, and she let out a scream of pleasure, her body convulsing with her own orgasm.
Shruthi knelt beside them, her hand going to Keshu's cock, and she began to stroke him, milking him of every last drop of cum. She leaned in, her mouth capturing his, and she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth, and she swallowed his cum, her eyes locked with his.
Nikhila watched, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment. She had done it. She had seduced Keshu, had pleased him, and in the process, she had shed her inhibitions, had transformed into a shameless woman.
The following days were a whirlwind of sex and seduction. Nikhila and Shruthi took turns pleasuring Keshu, their bodies entwined with his, their moans filling the air. They bathed together, their bodies slick with soap and water, their hands exploring each other's flesh. They exchanged Keshu's cum, their mouths capturing his, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, their bodies convulsing with pleasure.
A few days later, Shruthi got the promotion she had been vying for. She was overjoyed, her eyes shining with triumph, and Nikhila congratulated her, her heart filled with pride. She had done it. She had helped Shruthi achieve her goal, and in the process, she had transformed herself.
But Nikhila's journey was far from over. She continued to meet Keshu, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air. She felt a sense of power, a sense of control, and she reveled in it. She was no longer the shy, conservative woman she had once been. She was a shameless woman, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Two months later, Nikhila found out she was pregnant. She was overjoyed, her heart filled with joy, and she knew that this was what she wanted, what she had always wanted. She told Keshu the news, her voice filled with excitement, and he looked at her, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Are you sure, Nikhila?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Nikhila nodded, her eyes locked with his. "Yes, I'm sure. I want this, Keshu. I want our baby."
Keshu looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Then it's settled. We'll have this baby together. We'll be a family."
And so, Nikhila and Keshu were married, their love for each other growing stronger with each passing day. Nikhila became the CEO of the company, under whom Shruthi worked, and she thrived in her new role, her confidence and ambition driving her to success. She was no longer the shy, conservative woman she had once been. She was a powerful woman, a woman who had it all, and she knew that she owed it all to Keshu, to the love and passion they shared, and to the transformation she had undergone
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