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TRISHA KRISHNAN
Trisha' Krishnan
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Trisha Krishnan, a stern and respected police officer, walked into the interrogation room. Her uniform was crisp, her badge shining brightly against the fabric of her shirt. She exuded confidence and authority, her dark eyes scanning the two men seated before her. Kumar and Ravi, two notorious criminals she had been tracking for months, sat smirking.
"Trisha, aren't you looking a bit too tense?" Ravi commented, his voice laced with a mocking undertone. "Why don't you come over here and relax a bit?"
Trisha raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. "I'm here to interrogate you, not to be seduced."
Kumar chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Who says we can't do both? Come on, Trisha. You're always so uptight. Why not let loose for once?"
Trisha hesitated, her resolve wavering slightly. "I'm a police officer, not some cheap date."
Ravi stood up, approaching her slowly. "But you're also a woman, Trisha. You have needs, desires." His hand brushed against her arm, sending a shock through her system. "Why not explore them?"
Trisha felt a strange heat rising within her, a sensation she hadn't felt in years. She stepped back, trying to maintain her composure. "I can't. I have a job to do."
Kumar joined Ravi, his voice low and seductive. "Think about it, Trisha. You could be one of us. You could have it all—power, pleasure, freedom."
Trisha looked at the two men, their faces so close to hers. She felt a strange pull, a temptation she hadn't known existed. "I can't," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Days turned into weeks, and Trisha found herself increasingly drawn to the two criminals. She would visit them in their cells, her uniform exchanged for casual clothes. They would talk, their voices low and intimate, their eyes locked onto hers.
One evening, Trisha walked into their cell, her heart pounding. She had made her decision. "I want in," she said, her voice barely audible.
Kumar and Ravi exchanged a look, a wicked grin spreading across their faces. "We thought you'd never ask," Kumar said, his voice laced with promise.
Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as Ravi reached out, his hand cupping her chin. "You want to be one of us, Trisha? Then you have to prove it." His lips brushed against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a jolt through her.
Trisha's body responded instantly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip inside. She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Kumar watched them, his eyes dark with desire.
Ravi pulled away, his breath ragged. "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough. Trisha complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes, revealing her naked body to them.
"Beautiful," Kumar murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "But we need to make some changes."
Trisha looked at them, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Ravi smiled, a cruel edge to his lips. "We're going to transform you, Trisha. You're going to become one of us—a slut, a whore, a fucktoy."
Trisha gasped, a mix of horror and excitement coursing through her veins. "But... I'm a police officer."
Kumar laughed, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Not anymore. Starting today, you're ours."
Ravi stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "First, we need to teach you to walk like a slut." He demonstrated, his hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. Trisha mimicked him, her body moving in a way it never had before.
Kumar watched her, his eyes dark with approval. "Good. Now, let's work on your talk." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say something dirty, Trisha. Something that would make a cop blush."
Trisha hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I want to suck your cock," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ravi and Kumar both chuckled, their hands roaming over her body. "Louder," Ravi commanded. "And with more conviction."
Trisha took a deep breath, her voice echoing through the cell. "I want to suck your cock!" She felt a strange thrill, a sense of power and liberation coursing through her veins.
Over the next few weeks, Trisha's transformation was complete. She walked like a slut, her hips swaying with each step. She talked like a whore, her language laced with obscenities and dirty talk. And she fucked like one, her body eagerly accepting the two men's cocks, her moans of pleasure echoing through the cell.
One evening, as Trisha was on her knees, her mouth filled with Ravi's cock, Kumar approached her from behind.
She felt his fingers probe her pussy, her body already wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan around Ravi's cock."You're doing well, Trisha," Kumar murmured, his voice laced with approval. "But we need to loosen you up a bit more." He slipped another finger inside her, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her.
Ravi pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breath ragged. "Your ass, Trisha. We need to loosen that up too." He pushed her head down, her face pressing against the cold concrete floor. She felt him spread her cheeks, his tongue licking her asshole.
Trisha moaned, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation. Kumar's fingers continued their assault on her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit with expert precision. She felt her body relax, her muscles loosening as the pleasure became too much to bear.
Ravi slipped a finger inside her ass, his thumb joining Kumar's in circling her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was on the edge, her body tense and ready to explode.
"Fuck her," Ravi commanded, his voice rough with desire. Kumar pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his cock taking their place. Trisha felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, her ass still filled with Ravi's finger.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they fucked her. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was close, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approach.
Ravi slipped another finger inside her ass, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She felt her pussy and ass clench around the cocks inside her, her body milking them for all they were worth.
Ravi and Kumar both groaned, their bodies stiffening as they came, their hot cum filling her pussy and ass. Trisha collapsed onto the floor, her body exhausted and spent. She felt their cocks slip out of her, their hands stroking her hair, her back, her ass.
"Good girl, Trisha," Ravi murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You're one of us now."
Trisha looked up at them, a sense of accomplishment and pride filling her. She had done it. She had become one of them. She was a slut, a whore, a fucktoy. And she loved it.
But her new life came with a cost. Her sex video was leaked online, edited in such a way that it seemed like she was the one initiating the sex. Her reputation was ruined, her career in shambles. She was thrown out of her home, her life falling apart around her.
Everyone expected Trisha to give a clarification on it...
But Trisha didn't care. She had found something more important than her job, her reputation, her life. She had found pleasure, power, freedom. She had found herself...
One day trisha was waiting for a customer in the bus stand. She saw two guys calling her name. Two men, Raj, a muscular, tanned 28-year-old with short, black hair and dark eyes, and Vikram, a lanky, fair-skinned 26-year-old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, approached her. They were drunk, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice.
"Hey, Trisha," Raj slurred, his eyes roaming over her body. "Why don't you piss on the road for us? We'll give you 100 rupees."
Trisha laughed, a husky sound that sent a shiver down Vikram's spine. "And why
would I do that?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the two men.
"Because you're a cheap slut," Vikram said, his voice cold. "Prove it."
Trisha's eyes narrowed, but she could see the challenge in their eyes. She could also see the money. She shrugged, a slow, sultry movement that made Raj's breath hitch. "Alright," she said. "But only if you two watch."
Trisha turned and walked to the nearest lamp post. She hiked up her skirt and leaned against the post, then spread her legs. She could feel their eyes on her as she started to piss, the warm liquid pooling at her feet. She looked down, her eyes meeting the gaze of a stray dog who was also relieving itself nearby. She laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Looks like we're both human bitches tonight," she said, her voice low and husky.
She gave expression during pee which was treat to walk
Raj and Vikram laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. They threw the money at her feet and walked away, their smiles wide. Trisha picked up the money, her eyes following the two men. She knew she had to have them... So once a policewoman transformed to roadside piss bitch...
END
Trisha' Krishnan
free pic uploadTrisha Krishnan, a stern and respected police officer, walked into the interrogation room. Her uniform was crisp, her badge shining brightly against the fabric of her shirt. She exuded confidence and authority, her dark eyes scanning the two men seated before her. Kumar and Ravi, two notorious criminals she had been tracking for months, sat smirking.
"Trisha, aren't you looking a bit too tense?" Ravi commented, his voice laced with a mocking undertone. "Why don't you come over here and relax a bit?"
Trisha raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. "I'm here to interrogate you, not to be seduced."
Kumar chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Who says we can't do both? Come on, Trisha. You're always so uptight. Why not let loose for once?"
Trisha hesitated, her resolve wavering slightly. "I'm a police officer, not some cheap date."
Ravi stood up, approaching her slowly. "But you're also a woman, Trisha. You have needs, desires." His hand brushed against her arm, sending a shock through her system. "Why not explore them?"
Trisha felt a strange heat rising within her, a sensation she hadn't felt in years. She stepped back, trying to maintain her composure. "I can't. I have a job to do."
Kumar joined Ravi, his voice low and seductive. "Think about it, Trisha. You could be one of us. You could have it all—power, pleasure, freedom."
Trisha looked at the two men, their faces so close to hers. She felt a strange pull, a temptation she hadn't known existed. "I can't," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Days turned into weeks, and Trisha found herself increasingly drawn to the two criminals. She would visit them in their cells, her uniform exchanged for casual clothes. They would talk, their voices low and intimate, their eyes locked onto hers.
One evening, Trisha walked into their cell, her heart pounding. She had made her decision. "I want in," she said, her voice barely audible.
Kumar and Ravi exchanged a look, a wicked grin spreading across their faces. "We thought you'd never ask," Kumar said, his voice laced with promise.
Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as Ravi reached out, his hand cupping her chin. "You want to be one of us, Trisha? Then you have to prove it." His lips brushed against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a jolt through her.
Trisha's body responded instantly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip inside. She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Kumar watched them, his eyes dark with desire.
Ravi pulled away, his breath ragged. "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough. Trisha complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes, revealing her naked body to them.
"Beautiful," Kumar murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "But we need to make some changes."
Trisha looked at them, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Ravi smiled, a cruel edge to his lips. "We're going to transform you, Trisha. You're going to become one of us—a slut, a whore, a fucktoy."
Trisha gasped, a mix of horror and excitement coursing through her veins. "But... I'm a police officer."
Kumar laughed, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Not anymore. Starting today, you're ours."
Ravi stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "First, we need to teach you to walk like a slut." He demonstrated, his hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. Trisha mimicked him, her body moving in a way it never had before.
Kumar watched her, his eyes dark with approval. "Good. Now, let's work on your talk." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say something dirty, Trisha. Something that would make a cop blush."
Trisha hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I want to suck your cock," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ravi and Kumar both chuckled, their hands roaming over her body. "Louder," Ravi commanded. "And with more conviction."
Trisha took a deep breath, her voice echoing through the cell. "I want to suck your cock!" She felt a strange thrill, a sense of power and liberation coursing through her veins.
Over the next few weeks, Trisha's transformation was complete. She walked like a slut, her hips swaying with each step. She talked like a whore, her language laced with obscenities and dirty talk. And she fucked like one, her body eagerly accepting the two men's cocks, her moans of pleasure echoing through the cell.
One evening, as Trisha was on her knees, her mouth filled with Ravi's cock, Kumar approached her from behind.
She felt his fingers probe her pussy, her body already wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan around Ravi's cock."You're doing well, Trisha," Kumar murmured, his voice laced with approval. "But we need to loosen you up a bit more." He slipped another finger inside her, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her.
Ravi pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breath ragged. "Your ass, Trisha. We need to loosen that up too." He pushed her head down, her face pressing against the cold concrete floor. She felt him spread her cheeks, his tongue licking her asshole.
Trisha moaned, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation. Kumar's fingers continued their assault on her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit with expert precision. She felt her body relax, her muscles loosening as the pleasure became too much to bear.
Ravi slipped a finger inside her ass, his thumb joining Kumar's in circling her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was on the edge, her body tense and ready to explode.
"Fuck her," Ravi commanded, his voice rough with desire. Kumar pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his cock taking their place. Trisha felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, her ass still filled with Ravi's finger.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they fucked her. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was close, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approach.
Ravi slipped another finger inside her ass, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She felt her pussy and ass clench around the cocks inside her, her body milking them for all they were worth.
Ravi and Kumar both groaned, their bodies stiffening as they came, their hot cum filling her pussy and ass. Trisha collapsed onto the floor, her body exhausted and spent. She felt their cocks slip out of her, their hands stroking her hair, her back, her ass.
"Good girl, Trisha," Ravi murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You're one of us now."
Trisha looked up at them, a sense of accomplishment and pride filling her. She had done it. She had become one of them. She was a slut, a whore, a fucktoy. And she loved it.
But her new life came with a cost. Her sex video was leaked online, edited in such a way that it seemed like she was the one initiating the sex. Her reputation was ruined, her career in shambles. She was thrown out of her home, her life falling apart around her.
Everyone expected Trisha to give a clarification on it...
But Trisha didn't care. She had found something more important than her job, her reputation, her life. She had found pleasure, power, freedom. She had found herself...
One day trisha was waiting for a customer in the bus stand. She saw two guys calling her name. Two men, Raj, a muscular, tanned 28-year-old with short, black hair and dark eyes, and Vikram, a lanky, fair-skinned 26-year-old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, approached her. They were drunk, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice.
"Hey, Trisha," Raj slurred, his eyes roaming over her body. "Why don't you piss on the road for us? We'll give you 100 rupees."
Trisha laughed, a husky sound that sent a shiver down Vikram's spine. "And why
would I do that?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the two men.
"Because you're a cheap slut," Vikram said, his voice cold. "Prove it."
Trisha's eyes narrowed, but she could see the challenge in their eyes. She could also see the money. She shrugged, a slow, sultry movement that made Raj's breath hitch. "Alright," she said. "But only if you two watch."
Trisha turned and walked to the nearest lamp post. She hiked up her skirt and leaned against the post, then spread her legs. She could feel their eyes on her as she started to piss, the warm liquid pooling at her feet. She looked down, her eyes meeting the gaze of a stray dog who was also relieving itself nearby. She laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Looks like we're both human bitches tonight," she said, her voice low and husky.
She gave expression during pee which was treat to walk
Raj and Vikram laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. They threw the money at her feet and walked away, their smiles wide. Trisha picked up the money, her eyes following the two men. She knew she had to have them... So once a policewoman transformed to roadside piss bitch...
END
You write stories with AI right?
Continue this story bro.make her public slut and make bdsmTRISHA KRISHNAN
Trisha' Krishnan
Trisha Krishnan, a stern and respected police officer, walked into the interrogation room. Her uniform was crisp, her badge shining brightly against the fabric of her shirt. She exuded confidence and authority, her dark eyes scanning the two men seated before her. Kumar and Ravi, two notorious criminals she had been tracking for months, sat smirking.
"Trisha, aren't you looking a bit too tense?" Ravi commented, his voice laced with a mocking undertone. "Why don't you come over here and relax a bit?"
Trisha raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. "I'm here to interrogate you, not to be seduced."
Kumar chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Who says we can't do both? Come on, Trisha. You're always so uptight. Why not let loose for once?"
Trisha hesitated, her resolve wavering slightly. "I'm a police officer, not some cheap date."
Ravi stood up, approaching her slowly. "But you're also a woman, Trisha. You have needs, desires." His hand brushed against her arm, sending a shock through her system. "Why not explore them?"
Trisha felt a strange heat rising within her, a sensation she hadn't felt in years. She stepped back, trying to maintain her composure. "I can't. I have a job to do."
Kumar joined Ravi, his voice low and seductive. "Think about it, Trisha. You could be one of us. You could have it all—power, pleasure, freedom."
Trisha looked at the two men, their faces so close to hers. She felt a strange pull, a temptation she hadn't known existed. "I can't," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Days turned into weeks, and Trisha found herself increasingly drawn to the two criminals. She would visit them in their cells, her uniform exchanged for casual clothes. They would talk, their voices low and intimate, their eyes locked onto hers.
One evening, Trisha walked into their cell, her heart pounding. She had made her decision. "I want in," she said, her voice barely audible.
Kumar and Ravi exchanged a look, a wicked grin spreading across their faces. "We thought you'd never ask," Kumar said, his voice laced with promise.
Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as Ravi reached out, his hand cupping her chin. "You want to be one of us, Trisha? Then you have to prove it." His lips brushed against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a jolt through her.
Trisha's body responded instantly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip inside. She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Kumar watched them, his eyes dark with desire.
Ravi pulled away, his breath ragged. "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough. Trisha complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes, revealing her naked body to them.
"Beautiful," Kumar murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "But we need to make some changes."
Trisha looked at them, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Ravi smiled, a cruel edge to his lips. "We're going to transform you, Trisha. You're going to become one of us—a slut, a whore, a fucktoy."
Trisha gasped, a mix of horror and excitement coursing through her veins. "But... I'm a police officer."
Kumar laughed, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Not anymore. Starting today, you're ours."
Ravi stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "First, we need to teach you to walk like a slut." He demonstrated, his hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. Trisha mimicked him, her body moving in a way it never had before.
Kumar watched her, his eyes dark with approval. "Good. Now, let's work on your talk." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say something dirty, Trisha. Something that would make a cop blush."
Trisha hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I want to suck your cock," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ravi and Kumar both chuckled, their hands roaming over her body. "Louder," Ravi commanded. "And with more conviction."
Trisha took a deep breath, her voice echoing through the cell. "I want to suck your cock!" She felt a strange thrill, a sense of power and liberation coursing through her veins.
Over the next few weeks, Trisha's transformation was complete. She walked like a slut, her hips swaying with each step. She talked like a whore, her language laced with obscenities and dirty talk. And she fucked like one, her body eagerly accepting the two men's cocks, her moans of pleasure echoing through the cell.
One evening, as Trisha was on her knees, her mouth filled with Ravi's cock, Kumar approached her from behind.
She felt his fingers probe her pussy, her body already wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan around Ravi's cock."You're doing well, Trisha," Kumar murmured, his voice laced with approval. "But we need to loosen you up a bit more." He slipped another finger inside her, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her.
Ravi pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breath ragged. "Your ass, Trisha. We need to loosen that up too." He pushed her head down, her face pressing against the cold concrete floor. She felt him spread her cheeks, his tongue licking her asshole.
Trisha moaned, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation. Kumar's fingers continued their assault on her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit with expert precision. She felt her body relax, her muscles loosening as the pleasure became too much to bear.
Ravi slipped a finger inside her ass, his thumb joining Kumar's in circling her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was on the edge, her body tense and ready to explode.
"Fuck her," Ravi commanded, his voice rough with desire. Kumar pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his cock taking their place. Trisha felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, her ass still filled with Ravi's finger.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they fucked her. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was close, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approach.
Ravi slipped another finger inside her ass, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She felt her pussy and ass clench around the cocks inside her, her body milking them for all they were worth.
Ravi and Kumar both groaned, their bodies stiffening as they came, their hot cum filling her pussy and ass. Trisha collapsed onto the floor, her body exhausted and spent. She felt their cocks slip out of her, their hands stroking her hair, her back, her ass.
"Good girl, Trisha," Ravi murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You're one of us now."
Trisha looked up at them, a sense of accomplishment and pride filling her. She had done it. She had become one of them. She was a slut, a whore, a fucktoy. And she loved it.
But her new life came with a cost. Her sex video was leaked online, edited in such a way that it seemed like she was the one initiating the sex. Her reputation was ruined, her career in shambles. She was thrown out of her home, her life falling apart around her.
Everyone expected Trisha to give a clarification on it...
But Trisha didn't care. She had found something more important than her job, her reputation, her life. She had found pleasure, power, freedom. She had found herself...
One day trisha was waiting for a customer in the bus stand. She saw two guys calling her name. Two men, Raj, a muscular, tanned 28-year-old with short, black hair and dark eyes, and Vikram, a lanky, fair-skinned 26-year-old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, approached her. They were drunk, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice.
"Hey, Trisha," Raj slurred, his eyes roaming over her body. "Why don't you piss on the road for us? We'll give you 100 rupees."
Trisha laughed, a husky sound that sent a shiver down Vikram's spine. "And why
would I do that?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the two men.
"Because you're a cheap slut," Vikram said, his voice cold. "Prove it."
Trisha's eyes narrowed, but she could see the challenge in their eyes. She could also see the money. She shrugged, a slow, sultry movement that made Raj's breath hitch. "Alright," she said. "But only if you two watch."
Trisha turned and walked to the nearest lamp post. She hiked up her skirt and leaned against the post, then spread her legs. She could feel their eyes on her as she started to piss, the warm liquid pooling at her feet. She looked down, her eyes meeting the gaze of a stray dog who was also relieving itself nearby. She laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Looks like we're both human bitches tonight," she said, her voice low and husky.
She gave expression during pee which was treat to walk
Raj and Vikram laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. They threw the money at her feet and walked away, their smiles wide. Trisha picked up the money, her eyes following the two men. She knew she had to have them... So once a policewoman transformed to roadside piss bitch...
END
Some sex scene alone i use help from ai... But not fully
I thought of stopping but since u say i will add in some other story like i did with aishwarya rajesh
make on samantha bro
Its normal transformation i am expecting some drug injection or hypnosis type story to transformation cause after all she is police woman not a normal girl who easily lost her mind but btw writing is good bro... Always with you 👍👍👍TRISHA KRISHNAN
Trisha' Krishnan
Trisha Krishnan, a stern and respected police officer, walked into the interrogation room. Her uniform was crisp, her badge shining brightly against the fabric of her shirt. She exuded confidence and authority, her dark eyes scanning the two men seated before her. Kumar and Ravi, two notorious criminals she had been tracking for months, sat smirking.
"Trisha, aren't you looking a bit too tense?" Ravi commented, his voice laced with a mocking undertone. "Why don't you come over here and relax a bit?"
Trisha raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. "I'm here to interrogate you, not to be seduced."
Kumar chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Who says we can't do both? Come on, Trisha. You're always so uptight. Why not let loose for once?"
Trisha hesitated, her resolve wavering slightly. "I'm a police officer, not some cheap date."
Ravi stood up, approaching her slowly. "But you're also a woman, Trisha. You have needs, desires." His hand brushed against her arm, sending a shock through her system. "Why not explore them?"
Trisha felt a strange heat rising within her, a sensation she hadn't felt in years. She stepped back, trying to maintain her composure. "I can't. I have a job to do."
Kumar joined Ravi, his voice low and seductive. "Think about it, Trisha. You could be one of us. You could have it all—power, pleasure, freedom."
Trisha looked at the two men, their faces so close to hers. She felt a strange pull, a temptation she hadn't known existed. "I can't," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Days turned into weeks, and Trisha found herself increasingly drawn to the two criminals. She would visit them in their cells, her uniform exchanged for casual clothes. They would talk, their voices low and intimate, their eyes locked onto hers.
One evening, Trisha walked into their cell, her heart pounding. She had made her decision. "I want in," she said, her voice barely audible.
Kumar and Ravi exchanged a look, a wicked grin spreading across their faces. "We thought you'd never ask," Kumar said, his voice laced with promise.
Trisha felt a shiver run down her spine as Ravi reached out, his hand cupping her chin. "You want to be one of us, Trisha? Then you have to prove it." His lips brushed against hers, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a jolt through her.
Trisha's body responded instantly, her lips parting to allow his tongue to slip inside. She moaned softly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Kumar watched them, his eyes dark with desire.
Ravi pulled away, his breath ragged. "Strip," he commanded, his voice rough. Trisha complied, her hands shaking as she removed her clothes, revealing her naked body to them.
"Beautiful," Kumar murmured, his eyes roaming over her body. "But we need to make some changes."
Trisha looked at them, confusion in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Ravi smiled, a cruel edge to his lips. "We're going to transform you, Trisha. You're going to become one of us—a slut, a whore, a fucktoy."
Trisha gasped, a mix of horror and excitement coursing through her veins. "But... I'm a police officer."
Kumar laughed, a harsh sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Not anymore. Starting today, you're ours."
Ravi stepped closer, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. "First, we need to teach you to walk like a slut." He demonstrated, his hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. Trisha mimicked him, her body moving in a way it never had before.
Kumar watched her, his eyes dark with approval. "Good. Now, let's work on your talk." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Say something dirty, Trisha. Something that would make a cop blush."
Trisha hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I want to suck your cock," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ravi and Kumar both chuckled, their hands roaming over her body. "Louder," Ravi commanded. "And with more conviction."
Trisha took a deep breath, her voice echoing through the cell. "I want to suck your cock!" She felt a strange thrill, a sense of power and liberation coursing through her veins.
Over the next few weeks, Trisha's transformation was complete. She walked like a slut, her hips swaying with each step. She talked like a whore, her language laced with obscenities and dirty talk. And she fucked like one, her body eagerly accepting the two men's cocks, her moans of pleasure echoing through the cell.
One evening, as Trisha was on her knees, her mouth filled with Ravi's cock, Kumar approached her from behind.
She felt his fingers probe her pussy, her body already wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan around Ravi's cock."You're doing well, Trisha," Kumar murmured, his voice laced with approval. "But we need to loosen you up a bit more." He slipped another finger inside her, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her.
Ravi pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breath ragged. "Your ass, Trisha. We need to loosen that up too." He pushed her head down, her face pressing against the cold concrete floor. She felt him spread her cheeks, his tongue licking her asshole.
Trisha moaned, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation. Kumar's fingers continued their assault on her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit with expert precision. She felt her body relax, her muscles loosening as the pleasure became too much to bear.
Ravi slipped a finger inside her ass, his thumb joining Kumar's in circling her clit. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was on the edge, her body tense and ready to explode.
"Fuck her," Ravi commanded, his voice rough with desire. Kumar pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his cock taking their place. Trisha felt him enter her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She moaned, her body pushing back against him, her ass still filled with Ravi's finger.
They moved together, their bodies in sync as they fucked her. Trisha moaned, her body writhing as she felt the pleasure build within her. She was close, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approach.
Ravi slipped another finger inside her ass, his thumb increasing the pressure on her clit. Trisha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her. She felt her pussy and ass clench around the cocks inside her, her body milking them for all they were worth.
Ravi and Kumar both groaned, their bodies stiffening as they came, their hot cum filling her pussy and ass. Trisha collapsed onto the floor, her body exhausted and spent. She felt their cocks slip out of her, their hands stroking her hair, her back, her ass.
"Good girl, Trisha," Ravi murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You're one of us now."
Trisha looked up at them, a sense of accomplishment and pride filling her. She had done it. She had become one of them. She was a slut, a whore, a fucktoy. And she loved it.
But her new life came with a cost. Her sex video was leaked online, edited in such a way that it seemed like she was the one initiating the sex. Her reputation was ruined, her career in shambles. She was thrown out of her home, her life falling apart around her.
Everyone expected Trisha to give a clarification on it...
But Trisha didn't care. She had found something more important than her job, her reputation, her life. She had found pleasure, power, freedom. She had found herself...
One day trisha was waiting for a customer in the bus stand. She saw two guys calling her name. Two men, Raj, a muscular, tanned 28-year-old with short, black hair and dark eyes, and Vikram, a lanky, fair-skinned 26-year-old with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes, approached her. They were drunk, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and malice.
"Hey, Trisha," Raj slurred, his eyes roaming over her body. "Why don't you piss on the road for us? We'll give you 100 rupees."
Trisha laughed, a husky sound that sent a shiver down Vikram's spine. "And why
would I do that?" she asked, her eyes flicking between the two men.
"Because you're a cheap slut," Vikram said, his voice cold. "Prove it."
Trisha's eyes narrowed, but she could see the challenge in their eyes. She could also see the money. She shrugged, a slow, sultry movement that made Raj's breath hitch. "Alright," she said. "But only if you two watch."
Trisha turned and walked to the nearest lamp post. She hiked up her skirt and leaned against the post, then spread her legs. She could feel their eyes on her as she started to piss, the warm liquid pooling at her feet. She looked down, her eyes meeting the gaze of a stray dog who was also relieving itself nearby. She laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Looks like we're both human bitches tonight," she said, her voice low and husky.
She gave expression during pee which was treat to walk
Raj and Vikram laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust and excitement. They threw the money at her feet and walked away, their smiles wide. Trisha picked up the money, her eyes following the two men. She knew she had to have them... So once a policewoman transformed to roadside piss bitch...
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Ok let me tell u the truth... At once u guys told to write on trisha, i wrote... The story type wat u expected i have already but issue is tat, i cant fit Trisha into it... Trisha a tough cop, how can we imagine... I thought of skipping but u guys keep asking... Tats y i made her story like tis...
After all its your idea bro but it is bored to read stories without any unexpected scenes like how they captured her
Excellently written just a small suggestion it would have been even more kickier if he had made both of them pregnantNikhila 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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😂😂 u r rite..😂😂.. But i dnt like shruthi so gave More preference to nikhila
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Tell me actress name and situation or role in one line.. I will do a story
Write a story about rashmika. She wants to explore her kinky side with her brother in law
Hi raj write some hot parody story on jaat movie mainly the point the policewomen team went to villan den to arrest him but they striped them nude that scene if possible you try to extend the scene write story on that
Rashmika Mandann a
The house was too quiet. Rashmika sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers drumming nervously against her thigh. Her husband had been gone for three days now, off on some business trip that he hadn’t even bothered to explain in detail. She loved him, sure, but the silence in the house was starting to eat away at her. That’s when the doorbell rang.
She wasn’t expecting anyone, but when she opened the door, there he was—Raj, her husband’s younger brother. He stood there with that crooked grin of his, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made her eyes linger just a moment too long.
“Hey, sis-in-law,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “Brought you some groceries.” He held up a bag filled with fruits and snacks, and Rashnika couldn’t help but smile. Raj had always been the charming one in the family, the one who knew how to make everyone feel at ease
“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged, his shoulders lifting in a way that made her notice how broad they were. “Thought you might be bored all alone here. Wanted to keep you company.”
She wasn’t sure why his words made her heart skip a beat, but she pushed the thought aside as she led him to the kitchen. They chatted for a while, the conversation easy and familiar, but there was something in the way Raj looked at her that made her feel… different. His gaze lingered on her lips a little too long, and when he passed her a glass of water, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
“So,” Raj said, leaning casually against the counter, “what do you do all day when my brother’s gone?”
She laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, you know. The usual. Cleaning, cooking, watching TV.”
“Sounds lonely,” he said, his voice dropping just a notch. “You deserve more excitement than that.”
Her breath hitched. “Excuse me?”
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You heard me. You’re too beautiful to be cooped up in this house all day.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, but Raj’s hand gently cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze again. “Don’t do that,” he murmured. “Don’t look away from me.”
She didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, his lips were on hers, soft and demanding all at once. She should have pushed him away, should have reminded him that this was wrong, but the heat of his body against hers made it impossible to think straight. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and before she knew it, she was tugging at the fabric, pulling it off him.
Raj chuckled against her lips, the sound dark and delicious. “Eager, are we?”
She didn’t answer, her hands already working on his belt. But when she pushed his pants down, something unexpected caught her attention—his nipples, firm and inviting. Without thinking, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick one, then the other. The way he groaned, deep and guttural, sent a thrill through her body.
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“You like that?” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
He didn’t answer, instead grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the counter. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her clothes, exploring every inch of her body. When he finally entered her, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. The stretch of him, the fullness, the way he moved—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
But it wasn’t enough. Without warning, he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasped as he positioned himself at her entrance, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
“Relax,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips. “Just let me in.”
And she did. The pain was sharp at first, but it quickly melted into pleasure, waves of it crashing over her as he moved. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.
When it was over, they lay tangled on the floor, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. But Raj wasn’t done. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes dark with desire.
“I want to see something,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to see you piss.”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, Raj, that’s… I can’t.”
But he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Yes, you can. And you will. For me.”
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel… She couldn’t deny him.
Slowly, she went to bathroom... She lifted saree and removed her panty. She sat on the toilet sink and she pissed. Her whole body trembled in Shame while doing it...“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her. “Let go.”
And she did. The sound of it was almost as embarrassing as the act itself, but Raj’s gaze never wavered. When she was done, she turned to him, her face flushed.
“Happy now?” she asked, her voice b arely audible.
He smiled, that same crooked grin that had drawn her in from the start. “Very.”
But before she could respond, he was on his feet, pulling her into his arms once more.
“Now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, “let’s see what else you can do for me.”
“Let’s liven things up a bit,” Raj said as he walked to the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders moving with a casual confidence that made Rashnika’s heart race. He pulled out a bottle of amber liquid from the cabinet, the label catching the light as he turned it in his hands. “You’ve never had a drink, have you?”
Rashnika hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her saree. “No,” she admitted, her voice soft. “My husband… he never allowed it. He said it wasn’t proper.”
Raj chuckled, that low, rich sound that always seemed to stir something deep inside her. “Well, your husband isn’t here, is he?” he said, pouring a generous amount into two glasses. He handed her one, his fingers brushing against hers intentionally, sending a shiver down her spine. “Live a little, Rashnika. You’re not going to break.”
She took the glass, the weight of it foreign in her hand. The liquid swirled as she tilted it slightly, the aroma sharp and unfamiliar. She glanced at Raj, who was already taking a sip, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. She brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. The burn was immediate, heating her throat and spreading through her chest. She coughed, her eyes watering, but Raj only laughed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand resting on her lower back. “Take another sip. It gets easier.”
She obeyed, this time taking a larger swallow. The warmth spread faster this time, a comforting heat that loosened her limbs and dulled the edges of her anxiety. She felt… lighter, freer. Her inhibitions began to melt away, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“See?” Raj said, his voice low and smooth. “Not so bad, is it?”
She shook her head, her cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol. “No,” she admitted, her voice a little more confident. “It’s… nice.”
Raj’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Good. Because I have a feeling you’re going to need it for what’s next.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his lips were on hers, the kiss deep and demanding. Rashnika’s mind spun, the alcohol clouding her thoughts but amplifying her senses. She kissed him back, her hands reaching for his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.
Raj pulled away just long enough to tug the garment over his head, tossing it aside. His chest was bare now, his skin warm and inviting. Rashnika’s eyes wandered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, marveling at the way his body seemed to ripple beneath her touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands gripping her waist as he guided her backward until her legs hit the edge of the kitchen table. He hoisted her up onto it with ease, the wood cool against her thighs. His lips found hers again, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her. Rashnika’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her saree, tugging it free. The fabric pooled around her hips, leaving her exposed to him. She should have felt shy, but the alcohol and the heat of his touch made it impossible to care.
“Raj,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”
“Please what?” he teased, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. “Tell me what you want, Rashnika.”
She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked their magic. “I want… you,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “All of you.”
Raj didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped back just long enough to free himself from his pants, his arousal obvious. Rashnika’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no fear in her gaze—only anticipation.
He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her. The sensation was electric, and Rashnika gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. Raj groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Fuck, Rashnika, you’re perfect.”
She moaned, her hips rolling to meet his, the rhythm natural and unrelenting. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin as he drove into her. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their breathing, their moans, the slap of skin against skin.
Raj’s hand moved to her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple gently before he leaned down to take it into his mouth. The sensation was almost too much, and Rashnika cried out, her back arching off the table. He sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until she was trembling beneath him.
“Raj,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m so close…”
“Let go,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me, Rashnika.”
It was all she needed. The wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. Raj followed her, his movements becoming more erratic until he finally stilled, his release spilling into her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rashnika’s head was spinning, the combination of the alcohol and the intensity of their lovemaking leaving her dizzy.
Raj pulled away slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He reached for the cloth on the table, using it to clean himself up before turning his attention to Rashnika. He wiped her stomach gently, the touch almost tender.
“You’re amazing,” he said, his voice soft but full of admiration. “Absolutely incredible.”
Rashnika blushed, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.Raj laughed, the sound rich and genuine. He leaned in, kissing her again, this time slow and tender. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.“You know,” he said between kisses, “I could get used to this.”
“Me too,” Rashnika admitted, her heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, lost in the moment.
But as the kiss deepened, she felt something else—a growing pressure in her bladder, a reminder of what had happened earlier. She broke the kiss, her cheeks flushing.
“Raj,” she began, her voice hesitant. “I… I need to piss”
Rashnika didnt hestitate this time. She was confident than last time..Raj’s grin widened, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Then go ahead,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Right here. I want to watch.”She turned her head away, her cheeks burning, but the memory of how it had felt before—the freedom, the acceptance—lingered. Slowly, she slid off the table, her legs shaky but steady enough to stand. She looked at him, her eyes searching his for confirmation.
“Do it,” he urged, his voice soft but firm. “For me.”
Raj kept a sheet on the sofa. Rashmika blowed her piss in confidence... With piss flowing from her body, she let inhibition go off ass well. Now she never felt shameless with raj..
Raj watched, his eyes dark with desire, his lips parted slightly. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. “So beautiful.”
When she was done, Rashnika felt only excitement and no shame.. She was completely his for now and forever.....
END
The house was too quiet. Rashmika sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers drumming nervously against her thigh. Her husband had been gone for three days now, off on some business trip that he hadn’t even bothered to explain in detail. She loved him, sure, but the silence in the house was starting to eat away at her. That’s when the doorbell rang.
She wasn’t expecting anyone, but when she opened the door, there he was—Raj, her husband’s younger brother. He stood there with that crooked grin of his, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made her eyes linger just a moment too long.
“Hey, sis-in-law,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. “Brought you some groceries.” He held up a bag filled with fruits and snacks, and Rashnika couldn’t help but smile. Raj had always been the charming one in the family, the one who knew how to make everyone feel at ease
“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged, his shoulders lifting in a way that made her notice how broad they were. “Thought you might be bored all alone here. Wanted to keep you company.”
She wasn’t sure why his words made her heart skip a beat, but she pushed the thought aside as she led him to the kitchen. They chatted for a while, the conversation easy and familiar, but there was something in the way Raj looked at her that made her feel… different. His gaze lingered on her lips a little too long, and when he passed her a glass of water, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
“So,” Raj said, leaning casually against the counter, “what do you do all day when my brother’s gone?”
She laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, you know. The usual. Cleaning, cooking, watching TV.”
“Sounds lonely,” he said, his voice dropping just a notch. “You deserve more excitement than that.”
Her breath hitched. “Excuse me?”
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You heard me. You’re too beautiful to be cooped up in this house all day.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away, but Raj’s hand gently cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze again. “Don’t do that,” he murmured. “Don’t look away from me.”
She didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, his lips were on hers, soft and demanding all at once. She should have pushed him away, should have reminded him that this was wrong, but the heat of his body against hers made it impossible to think straight. Her hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt, and before she knew it, she was tugging at the fabric, pulling it off him.
Raj chuckled against her lips, the sound dark and delicious. “Eager, are we?”
She didn’t answer, her hands already working on his belt. But when she pushed his pants down, something unexpected caught her attention—his nipples, firm and inviting. Without thinking, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick one, then the other. The way he groaned, deep and guttural, sent a thrill through her body.
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“You like that?” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
He didn’t answer, instead grabbing her by the waist and lifting her onto the counter. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her clothes, exploring every inch of her body. When he finally entered her, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. The stretch of him, the fullness, the way he moved—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
But it wasn’t enough. Without warning, he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. She gasped as he positioned himself at her entrance, knowing exactly what he was about to do.
“Relax,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips. “Just let me in.”
And she did. The pain was sharp at first, but it quickly melted into pleasure, waves of it crashing over her as he moved. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.
When it was over, they lay tangled on the floor, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. But Raj wasn’t done. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes dark with desire.
“I want to see something,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to see you piss.”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No, Raj, that’s… I can’t.”
But he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Yes, you can. And you will. For me.”
She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel… She couldn’t deny him.
Slowly, she went to bathroom... She lifted saree and removed her panty. She sat on the toilet sink and she pissed. Her whole body trembled in Shame while doing it...“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving her. “Let go.”
And she did. The sound of it was almost as embarrassing as the act itself, but Raj’s gaze never wavered. When she was done, she turned to him, her face flushed.
“Happy now?” she asked, her voice b arely audible.
He smiled, that same crooked grin that had drawn her in from the start. “Very.”
But before she could respond, he was on his feet, pulling her into his arms once more.
“Now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, “let’s see what else you can do for me.”
“Let’s liven things up a bit,” Raj said as he walked to the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders moving with a casual confidence that made Rashnika’s heart race. He pulled out a bottle of amber liquid from the cabinet, the label catching the light as he turned it in his hands. “You’ve never had a drink, have you?”
Rashnika hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her saree. “No,” she admitted, her voice soft. “My husband… he never allowed it. He said it wasn’t proper.”
Raj chuckled, that low, rich sound that always seemed to stir something deep inside her. “Well, your husband isn’t here, is he?” he said, pouring a generous amount into two glasses. He handed her one, his fingers brushing against hers intentionally, sending a shiver down her spine. “Live a little, Rashnika. You’re not going to break.”
She took the glass, the weight of it foreign in her hand. The liquid swirled as she tilted it slightly, the aroma sharp and unfamiliar. She glanced at Raj, who was already taking a sip, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. She brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. The burn was immediate, heating her throat and spreading through her chest. She coughed, her eyes watering, but Raj only laughed.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand resting on her lower back. “Take another sip. It gets easier.”
She obeyed, this time taking a larger swallow. The warmth spread faster this time, a comforting heat that loosened her limbs and dulled the edges of her anxiety. She felt… lighter, freer. Her inhibitions began to melt away, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“See?” Raj said, his voice low and smooth. “Not so bad, is it?”
She shook her head, her cheeks flushed from more than just the alcohol. “No,” she admitted, her voice a little more confident. “It’s… nice.”
Raj’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Good. Because I have a feeling you’re going to need it for what’s next.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his lips were on hers, the kiss deep and demanding. Rashnika’s mind spun, the alcohol clouding her thoughts but amplifying her senses. She kissed him back, her hands reaching for his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.
Raj pulled away just long enough to tug the garment over his head, tossing it aside. His chest was bare now, his skin warm and inviting. Rashnika’s eyes wandered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, marveling at the way his body seemed to ripple beneath her touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands gripping her waist as he guided her backward until her legs hit the edge of the kitchen table. He hoisted her up onto it with ease, the wood cool against her thighs. His lips found hers again, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve as if he were memorizing her. Rashnika’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her saree, tugging it free. The fabric pooled around her hips, leaving her exposed to him. She should have felt shy, but the alcohol and the heat of his touch made it impossible to care.
“Raj,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”
“Please what?” he teased, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. “Tell me what you want, Rashnika.”
She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers worked their magic. “I want… you,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. “All of you.”
Raj didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped back just long enough to free himself from his pants, his arousal obvious. Rashnika’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no fear in her gaze—only anticipation.
He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her. The sensation was electric, and Rashnika gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. Raj groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“You feel so good,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. “Fuck, Rashnika, you’re perfect.”
She moaned, her hips rolling to meet his, the rhythm natural and unrelenting. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin as he drove into her. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their breathing, their moans, the slap of skin against skin.
Raj’s hand moved to her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple gently before he leaned down to take it into his mouth. The sensation was almost too much, and Rashnika cried out, her back arching off the table. He sucked and teased, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until she was trembling beneath him.
“Raj,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m so close…”
“Let go,” he urged, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me, Rashnika.”
It was all she needed. The wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body shuddering as she reached her climax. Raj followed her, his movements becoming more erratic until he finally stilled, his release spilling into her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rashnika’s head was spinning, the combination of the alcohol and the intensity of their lovemaking leaving her dizzy.
Raj pulled away slightly, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He reached for the cloth on the table, using it to clean himself up before turning his attention to Rashnika. He wiped her stomach gently, the touch almost tender.
“You’re amazing,” he said, his voice soft but full of admiration. “Absolutely incredible.”
Rashnika blushed, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.Raj laughed, the sound rich and genuine. He leaned in, kissing her again, this time slow and tender. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks.“You know,” he said between kisses, “I could get used to this.”
“Me too,” Rashnika admitted, her heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, lost in the moment.
But as the kiss deepened, she felt something else—a growing pressure in her bladder, a reminder of what had happened earlier. She broke the kiss, her cheeks flushing.
“Raj,” she began, her voice hesitant. “I… I need to piss”
Rashnika didnt hestitate this time. She was confident than last time..Raj’s grin widened, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Then go ahead,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Right here. I want to watch.”She turned her head away, her cheeks burning, but the memory of how it had felt before—the freedom, the acceptance—lingered. Slowly, she slid off the table, her legs shaky but steady enough to stand. She looked at him, her eyes searching his for confirmation.
“Do it,” he urged, his voice soft but firm. “For me.”
Raj kept a sheet on the sofa. Rashmika blowed her piss in confidence... With piss flowing from her body, she let inhibition go off ass well. Now she never felt shameless with raj..
Raj watched, his eyes dark with desire, his lips parted slightly. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. “So beautiful.”
When she was done, Rashnika felt only excitement and no shame.. She was completely his for now and forever.....
END
Good one,please write on kajal in your old style like forced,slave,cow,pig,
1.kajal as investigative journalist transformed to slave.
2.kajal,nayan as mothers for sreeleela anikha as friends,both tried steal exam papers and caught by principal and got blackmailed,how principal used mothers and daughters as slaves.
1.kajal as investigative journalist transformed to slave.
2.kajal,nayan as mothers for sreeleela anikha as friends,both tried steal exam papers and caught by principal and got blackmailed,how principal used mothers and daughters as slaves.
Write story about samantha
Plot like nayanthara story you wrote
Plot like nayanthara story you wrote