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Chapter 49: TGIF (Part 6)

Jaipur, 8:30 PM
Passion Club
Payal's Perspective

Lift mein thi. Up ja rahi thi. Club ki taraf. Whirlwind of thoughts. Main early aayi thi. Sumit Bhaiya raaste mein the.

Maine apne aap ko dekha. Black one-piece pehna tha. Off shoulder. Ek side se. Mid thighs pe khatam. Hot lag rahi thi. Lekin... lekin yeh pink nahi tha. Sumit ne kaha tha pink. Don't know why maine black pehna.

Center mein table pakda. Lounge mein. Well lit. Sab dekh sakte the. Kya main bhaagne ki koshish kar rahi thi? Ya uski hunger ko stroke kar rahi thi?

Maine Sumit Bhaiya ko dekha. Club mein enter karte hue. Sharp dressed. Mujhe head to toe check kiya. Entrance se hi. Smiled. Mischievous.

Mere saamne baithi. Whisky order ki. Smiled. *"So what's the plan?"*

*"You asked me to come, Bhaiya,"* maine kaha.

*"And you came,"* usne kaha. Eyes mein woh mischief. *"So what's the plan?"*

Main shy thi. Kya jawab doon? Woh jaanta tha. Main jaanti thi. Plan kya tha. Lekin bol nahi pa rahi thi.

*"Drink,"* maine kaha. *"Dine. That's it."*

Woh muskuraya. Credit card nikaala. Table pe rakha. *"Go to reception. Book a room for us."*

*"Bhaiya, please,"* maine kaha.

Woh sirf whisky sip ki. Kuch nahi bola. Command tha. Order tha.

Main reception pe gayi. Young girl thi counter pe. Card liya. Dirty looks diye. Uski eyes ne kaha—*"Slut."*

Main flustered ho gayi. Kya game hum dono khel rahe the? Public mein. Room book karwa raha tha. Meri "gift" status declare kar raha tha.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 49: TGIF (Part 7)

**Jaipur, 9:15 PM**
**Rashmi's Apartment**
**Rashmi's Perspective**

Main dressing table ke saamne baithi hui thi. Makeup kar rahi thi. Bold. Seductive. Abhi shower se nikli thi. Bath robe mein. Neeche lacy lingerie.

Mera apartment well furnished tha. Thanks to Sumit Boss. 2 room. Ek main bedroom, jahan hum saath rehte the jab woh aate the. Doosra reserved tha uske liye—jab koi "girl" laana hota tha.

Phone check kiya. Rajat ka call. *"I am below your apartment. Come quick."* Uski awaaz mein excitement tha. Mere saath jaane ki soch ke.

Maine soft, seductive tone mein kaha—*"Sorry Rajat, it will take another 15 min to get ready. You can wait in car... ya phir come upstairs."*

*"Coming up,"* usne kaha. Voice mein excitement double ho gayi.

Maine door khola. Greet kiya. Uske eyes mujhe check kar rahe the. Meri ample cleavage—bath robe ke through. Meri thighs. Woh khush tha. Lekin move nahi kiya. Abhi nahi.

Sumit hota toh... Sumit toh entrance pe hi bath robe khol deta.

*"You wait here,"* maine kaha. *"Let me change quickly."* Drawing room sofa pe comfortable bithaya.

*"You live here alone?"* usne poochha.

*"No,"* maine kaha. Lie. *"I share flat with a roommate. She is not in town."*

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Main apne room mein thi. Woh wait kar raha tha. Lekin main... main ready thi. Hell, main toh pehle se hi ready thi. Yeh sab delay drama tha.

*"So what kind of party it is?"* usne poochha, half shout karte hue drawing room se.

*"Boring corporate party,"* maine kaha. *"Business presentation. Networking. Shake hands. Exchange cards. Have drinks. That's it. Boring."*

*"So why are we going?"* usne poochha.

*"You are the boss,"* maine kaha, target pe aim karte hue. *"I am just taking you to introduce you to people. Your wish—if you want to go. Your wish—you want to go somewhere else. With me. Without me. As you say, boss."*

Main jaanti thi. Maine target hit kiya tha.

5 minute baad... maine knock suni. Mere bedroom door pe.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter Twenty-Three: Resort Romance Part 2

**Siya's Perspective**

Bhabhi ne apne arms mere around wrap kiye. Unki lips mere collarbone pe touch hui—ek sensation, electric, garam, spread hua throughout my body. Meri saansein ruk si gayi.

*"Jab main aur Sumit engagement ke baad milte thay,"* Bhabhi ne whisper kiya, unki awaaz mere ear mein ghus rahi thi like warm honey. *"Ek baar uske flat mein, maine similar top pehna tha. Woh scissors le aaya. Aur..."* Unhone pause liya, meri skin pe unki breath tez ho gayi. *"Aur usne scissors se mera top kaat diya. Phir bra bhi. Sirf apne bare hands se. Socha bhi nahi ke main ghar kaise jaaungi."*

Unki lips softly mere neck kiss karne lagi—slow, teasing, claiming. Main soch rahi thi, *yeh kya ho raha hai?* Why these lewd talks with me, Bhabhi? I know she and Mona didi were best friends, unki aisi talks hoti hongi. But why with me? unki choti nanad?

But at the same time... why was I enjoying these sex talks about my brother?

*"Yeh Khanna boys aise hi khelte hain,"* Bhabhi hissed, unki tongue mere pulse point pe flicking. *"Rough. Violent. Possessive. Rajat bhi Tripti ke saath aisa hi tha. I bet Payal ke saath bhi waisa hi hai. Kabhi check kiya hai uske breasts? Uske marks?"*

*"Bhabhi please,"* maine kaha, sharam se cheek red ho gaye. *"I know you are saying all this for some bet. And why will I check my friend's breasts?"*

She smiled—wicked, knowing, devastating. *"Oh, shy one. Teri didi Mona? Woh mujh se bhi zyada shameless thi. Aur hum regularly check karte thay ek dusre ko. Comparison. Competition. Fun."*

Unka haath slowly mere left cup pe aaya. Over my off-shoulder top. *"I know Payal's are bigger than yours,"* unhone whisper kiya, gently squeezing. *"But yours? Yours are ripe fruit now. Alas, Payal has someone to massage them. It's high time you get a man too. Or... a woman."*

*"Bhabhi please,"* maine kaha, but meri awaaz mein woh protest nahi tha. Woh... woh desire tha.

*"Oh, let me see my shy nanad,"* Bhabhi kaha. Unhone mera face apni taraf moda. Aur phir... unhone apne lips mere lips pe rakh diye.

Hamara kiss 2 minute se zyada chala. Main pehle boys ko kiss ki thi—awkward, rushed, fumbling. But Bhabhi's lips? Heavenly. Soft. Demanding. Knowing. Yeh passionate kiss tha. Aur meri initiation thi—ek naye world mein. Jahan males allowed nahi thay. Jahan sirf pleasure tha. Sirf softness. Sirf Bhabhi.

Knock hua.

*"Rajat,"* Bhabhi ne kaha, lips se door hote hue. *"He is here early. We both have not even changed."*

Rajat room mein aaya—2 Black Label bottles haath mein, panting. *"I went running and came back running,"* usne kaha, grinning. *"Here, let's party!"*

Bhabhi ne angrily kaha, *"Rajat, where is the Grey Goose bottle?"*

*"Oh shit Bhabhi,"* Rajat ne facepalm kiya. *"My auto mode is of boys trip. I forgot the vodka."*

*"Go and get it now."*

*"Bhabhi it's a 15 minute walk,"* usne kaha, breathless. *"Let me catch my breath first."*

Maine kaha, *"I will go. Give me the keys."* Mujhe fresh air chahiye thi. Us kiss ke baad. Us heat ke baad. *"I need a gasp of fresh air after that..."* I stopped. After that what? I couldn't say.

**Payal's Perspective**

Payal bathroom mein thi, makeup laga rahi thi. Usne pehna tha pink 2 piece sleepwear—tiny shorts, top navel ke upar ending. Mirror mein usne apna reflection dekha.

*While Pooja Bhabhi and Siya were playing hot divas, why was I hiding behind?* Rajat was not even looking at me in that dress. Conservative. Boring. Invisible.

*"What are you afraid of, Payal?"* usne apne aap se pucha. *"You desired for Sumit. You desired for Rajat. Now one is smitten over you and you are playing coy."*

But are things not happening too fast? Rajat would have grabbed me last night only had Siya not come on time.

*"But why I am stopping him?"* Payal soch rahi thi. *"Maybe it's going too fast in my head. But maybe... maybe this is how it is in Khanna house."* Pooja Bhabhi ki stories yaad aayi—naked nights with Sumit Bhaiya. Made her legs tingle. Made her core ache.

Rajat ki voice suni. He is already in room. Final touch lagaya makeup ko. Room mein aayi.

But Siya was not there.

Pooja Bhabhi ne kaha, *"You have taken your time but you are looking gorgeous like a doll."* Smile. Wink. *"Now I will go change."* Aur woh chali gayi.

Ab sirf main aur Rajat. Did Bhabhi plan this? Has Rajat told her about us?

Rajat stood there—gym shorts mein, vest mein. Sleepwear. His eyes wide, scanning me head to toe. A bulge appearing in those shorts. Growing. Obvious.

Maine sofa ke other side jaane ki koshish ki. But he caught my wrist. Pulled me closer. And there I was—in his arms.

*"Rajat please,"* maine kaha. *"Siya is here. Bhabhi is here."*

*"Bhabhi will have to change,"* usne kaha, voice thick. *"Siya has gone to my room to bring vodka. No one is here."* His face came closer. *"Now give me a kiss."*

His lips met mine.

Next 5 minutes—we were kissing passionately. His hands moving all over my body. Claiming. Exploring. His hands moved on my top, squeezing my boobs.

*"Sshh Rajat please no,"* maine kaha, breathless.

*"Let me see them once,"* he whispered. Dove eyes. That look. He knew. He knew there was no bra beneath this top. His hands had felt this. The freedom. The access.

I melted. I was about to lift my top—

*"Payal!"* Bhabhi ki voice. Door ke through. *"Can you help me with my saree?"*

**Pooja's Note**

*Game has just started. I wanted to keep all 3 hungry for tonight. The whiskey will flow. The clothes will fall. But slowly. Teasingly. My way.*

*Rajat thinks he is winning. Siya thinks she is discovering. Payal thinks she is hiding.*

*But I? I am the puppet master. And this resort? This is my stage.*

*Let the games begin.*

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*To be continued...*

Kia khel racha hai sab khiladi apne ko game master samjh rahey specially Pooja n Summit magar lagta hai ki sab ek kat putli. Kia teasing updates hai bro maza aa gaya.

 

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**Chapter Twenty-Five: Resort Romance Part 3

**Pooja's Perspective**

**Saturday, Jaipur | 9:30 AM**

Kal raat ka party 2 AM tak chala. Bohot drinking. Bohot chit-chat. Khanna clan ki capacity kabhi disappoint nahi karti.

Rajat poora time oogle kar raha tha—meri curvy body ko, Payal ki soft curves ko, hamare sleepwear mein. Lekin last hour tak uski eyes Siya pe bhi jaane lagi. Scanning. Appraising. Hungry. Main jaanti thi yeh Khanna bloodlust. Unke khoon mein hai. Behen, bhabhi, saali—farq nahi padta. Bas conquer karna hai. Possess karna hai. Chodna hai.

Ab subah thi. Payal aur Siya abhi bhi apne nightwear mein thay—pool ke edge pe baithe, legs paani mein dipped, fresh, young, available.

*"This is no fun,"* maine kaha, white bathrobe mein unki taraf move karti hui. *"Come inside."*

Maine apna robe khola. Slow. Deliberate. Like a gift unveiling.

Wahan main thi—green bikini mein. Meri curves. Meri beauty. Meri skin. Poori tarah se on display. Main hamesha se proud rahi thi apni skin pe. Apni power pe. Apni control pe.

Pool mein utri. Paani garam tha, inviting tha. *"Aao dono,"* maine kaha. *"Andar aao. Do not worry—Rajat nahi aayega. Maine msg kiya hai. Ladies room mein allowed nahi hai abhi. Gaya hai ATV drive karne nearby hill pe. Hum akele hain. Sirf hum teen."*

*"Bhabhi, hum swimwear nahi laaye,"* Siya ne kaha. Uski eyes meri body pe stuck thi. Fascination. Sharam. Desire. Teenon.

Maine laugh kiya. Throaty. Knowing. *"Silly girls. Resort mein kya expect kiya tha? Aao, pool volleyball khelete hain. Andar aao—apni lingerie mein hi. Yeh private pool hai. Mere alawa koi nahi dekh raha. Aur haan, mat kehna ke panties bhi bhool gayi."*

Hesitation. Then—surrender.

Jaldi hi teeno pool mein thay. Agar koi ladka dekh leta—top of the world hota. Teen hotties. Wet skin. Curves on display. Mera toh bikini paani ke liye made tha, strategic, teasing. Unka? Unki bras soaked ho gayi thi. Transparent. Everything visible. Nipples. Shape. Color.

Pool ball excuse tha mere liye. Brush karna unki body against mine. Turn them on. Tease them. Control them. Meri thigh unki thigh se touch hoti. Mera breast unki arm se graze karta. Slow. Deliberate. Making them hungry. Making them mine.

*"Siya dear,"* maine kaha, ball pakarte hue. *"Run upstairs and grab the half empty vodka bottle please. Jaldi."*

Woh hesitate ki. Lekin gayi.

Ab sirf main aur Payal.

Main casually uska wrist pakda. Pull kiya. Whisper kiya uske ear mein—soft, conspiratorial, deadly.

*"Dear, I am giving you a 'guru mantra',"* maine kaha. *"Play hard to get. Oppose him. These Khanna boys? They only appreciate what they could not have easily. Jitna tum rokogi, utna woh pagal honge. Utna tumhari value badhegi. Samjhi? Make him work for it. Make him beg. Then—then give him everything."*

Maine uski wrist release ki. Smile kiya.

*"Trust me, Payal. Main jaanti hoon. Main inhein achhi tarah se jaanti hoon."*

Khatarnak khiladi hai yah pooja.

 

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Evening Heat Part 2

Payal's Perspective
Jaipur, Treelife Resort

*"Rajat please..."* meri awaaz nikli — woh moan jo sharam aur bechaini dono se bhara tha. Uski honth mere gardan pe the, garam, geele, bhookhe. Ek love bite diya. Teeth meri naram skin mein gaye. Dard hua. Electric. Main chillai — woh chillahat usne invite samjha. Aur doosra bite aaya. Pehle se zyada tez. Pehle se zyada possessive. Meri gardan pe uska nishaan. Uski ownership.

Meri body toss kar rahi thi. Tremble kar rahi thi. Sharam se. Darr se. Excitement se. Teenon ka cocktail. Teenon ka Nasha.

Uska haath — woh garam, rough haath — easily mere blouse style top mein slide ho gaya. Andar. Main nipple pasties pehne thi — chhote, pink, mere sharam ko chhupane ke liye. Lekin uska haath? Uska haath mere bare skin pe tha. Mere gol, garam breast pe. Uski fingers mere pastie ke upar circle bana rahi thi. Teasing. Torturing. Maza lene ke tareeke se.

*"Rajat nahi,"* maine kaha. Meri awaaz kamzor thi. Breathless. Wahan nahi. Please. Apna haath bahar nikalo. Main mar jaaungi."

Usne meri taraf dekha. Aankhon mein woh shaitani. Woh jaan-pehchaan. Wink kiya — ek slow, knowing, dangerous wink. Uska haath move hua — upar ja raha tha, jaise maine kaha. Lekin phir — usne zor se pull kiya. Mere top ko. Mere left cup se neeche. Exposing. Pastie visible. Pink. Round. Hard. Waiting. Begging.

Maine apne haathon se cover karne ki koshish ki. Meri sharam ka last defence. Lekin usne mera haath pakda. Tight. Zor se. Through his hand. Control. Possession. No escape. Meri fingers uski fingers mein trapped thi. Meri body uski body ke neeche trapped thi.

Uski zubaan aayi. Pehle mere pastie ke upar — ek flick. Garam. Geele. Teasing. Meri body jhatke se upar uthi. Phir — uski daant. Corner se pakda. Pull kiya. Slow. Teasing. Maza lene ke tareeke se. Meri pastie uski teeth ke beech mein. Meri nipple uski tongue ke neeche. Meri sharam uski victory ke neeche.

*"Oh my god,"* maine kaha. Gasping. Trembling. Shivering. *"Please..."*

Kya please? Please stop? Ya please more? Please harder? Please take me? Main khud nahi jaanti thi. Bas feel kar rahi thi. Uske honth. Uske daant. Uska control. Mera kuch nahi. Sirf uska. Sirf Rajat ka. Meri body uski ho chuki thi. Meri sharam khatam ho chuki thi. Bas ab...

Aur phir usne zor se pull kiya.

*To be continued...*

First wicket shayad down honey wala hai. Ek player to khatam ho raha hai. Zabardast teasing story chal rahi hai.

 

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Thanks for the appreciation, long overdue, was thinking of closing this but words like this help in putting efforts

 

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Chapter 49: TGIF (Part 8)

Gurgaon Resort
3:30 PM
Vikram's Perspective

Hum pool mein the. Shallow tha. Hardly 4 ft. Practically standing. Lekin mera cock... mera cock about to tear my boxers. Poora hard. Poora ready. Pool surprise. Kaafi surprise.

Uski bikini... woh white sheer one-piece... paani mein woh poori transparent ho gayi thi. Transy. Nipples almost fully visible. Pink. Hard. Erect. Practically naked woh dress mein. Meri saali. Meri prey. Meri "cock queen." Meri third victory.

*"Jiju,"* usne kaha, paani mein mere paas aate hue. *"Paani garam hai na?"*

*"Tumse zyada garam kuch nahi,"* maine kaha, uski waist pe haath rakhte hue.

Hum dono ek doosre ki baahon mein the. Mere haath uski hips pe grabbing. Tight. Possessive. Dusra haath uski "milkies" pe. Soft. Wet. Lips uski body pe water lick kar rahe the. Neck pe. Collarbone pe. Shoulder pe. Garam. Wet. Sexy.

*"Jiju,"* usne kaha, teasing. Sharmate hue. *"What are you doing? Sab kuch toh dikh raha hai. Kya kar rahe ho?"*

*"Taking this off,"* maine kaha, uski bikini ke shoulder straps pe haath rakhte hue. Dheere se neeche kiya.

*"What's the need?"* usne wink kiya. Mischievous. *"All is visible there to your eyes. Sab kuch toh dikh raha hai. Dekh lo. Enjoy karo."*

*"Yes it was,"* maine kaha, aur close aaya. Lips uske kaan pe. *"But now my mouth needed access to her body. Mujhe taste karna hai tumhe. Poora. Har inch. Inside. Outside. Sab."*

*"Jiju,"* usne sharmate hue kaha. Gasp ki. *"How naughty you are. Kitne badmaash ho gaye ho. Main naked hongi under open sky. Koi dekh lega. At least take me inside. Please. Bedroom mein le chalo."*

Maine muskuraya. Dominant. *"As you say, dear. Meri saali. Meri cock queen."*

Maine usko apni baahon mein uthaya. Bridal style. Pool se bahar. Room mein. Bed pe. Geele dono. Paani tapak raha tha.

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**The Act:**

Bed pe. Dono geele. Wet. Shivering. Lekin garam. Bikini goes off. Poori naked. Main uske upar. Hands uski body pe explore kar rahe the. Har curve. Har inch.

*"Jiju... please... ab shuru karo..."* usne kaha. Begging. Needy.

Maine uske breasts pe feast kiya. Suck. Lick. Bite. Hard. Soft. Alternate. Woh moan kar rahi thi. Loud. *"Ahh... Jiju... yes... aur... aur karo..."*

Phir 69. Position change. Dono ek doosre ko eat kar rahe the. My mouth on her pussy. Licking. Inside. Tongue deep. Her mouth on my cock. Sucking. Deep throat. Gagging. Both enjoying. Heat building. Too much. Intense.

*"Jiju... please... ab aur mat tadpao... andar daalo... please..."* usne kaha. Begging. Desperate.

Maine usse bed pe rakha. Legs spread. Wide. Ready. Aur... one stroke mein andar. Poora. Deep. Hard. Rough.

Uske screams. *"Ahh... Jiju... dard... bahut dard..."*

Phir moans. *"...lekin... lekin maza bhi aa raha hai... aur tez... aur tez karo..."*

Maine strokes diye. Hard. Fast. Rough. Deep. Meri saali. Meri third victory. Meri "cock queen." Slapping sounds. Skin on skin. Wet. Messy. Perfect.

Orgasm. Dono saath mein. Intense. Hard. Exhausted. Collapse. Saans tez. Paseena. Satisfaction.

Maine usse baahon mein liya. Kiss kiya forehead pe. *"Shower,"* maine kaha. *"We are going to take a shower now. Aur wahan... wahan round two. Meri cock queen ready ho?"*

*"Haan, Jiju,"* usne kaha. Satisfied. Exhausted. *"Ready hoon. Always ready for you."*

**End of Vikram-Archie**

 

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Chapter 49: TGIF (Part 9)

Passion Club, Jaipur
10 PM
Payal's Perspective

Sumit Bhaiya whiskey sip kar rahe the. Main bas wahan baithi hui thi. Unhone kaha—*"Lets go..."*

*"Bhaiya, please,"* maine kaha. Ghabraate hue.

*"Lets dance than,"* unhone kaha. Mera haath pakda. Dance floor pe le gaye. Friday night tha. Zyada crowded. Log har taraf.

Sumit ne apne haath meri waist pe wrap kiye. Peeche se. Mere off shoulder pe lips move kar rahe the. Slow. Teasing. *"Bhaiya, please na,"* maine kaha, sharam se.

*"Please what?"* unhone kaha. Dusra haath slide kiya. Meri doodh pe. Over my dress. Squeeze kiya. *"Bhaiya, please remove hand na,"* maine kaha, awaaz mein woh begging.

Unhone apna tongue mere cheek pe move kiya. Softly press kiya. Kiss. *"Rajat kya karta hai tumhe?"* unhone whisper kiya. Mere kaan mein. *"Itna maza deta hai? Main bataunga usse... ki uski GF mere saath kya kar rahi hai. Kaisi moan kar rahi hai."*

Main shock mein thi. Lekin... lekin mera body. Mera body react kar raha tha. Mind keh raha tha *'no'* lekin body... body wet ho rahi thi. Nipples hard. Breath tez. Saans mushkil se aa rahi thi. Revolt mode.

Main unka trick samajh gayi. Dim light thi. Lekin disco lights flick kar rahe the. Other couples notice kar sakte the. Ek couple paas mein smirk kar rahe the. Ladka ladki se kuch kaha. Shayad mere baare mein.

Mere paas do options the. Ya toh room mein chalun unke saath. Surrender karun. Ya yahin dance floor pe tease hoti rahu. Slowly shame break hoti rahe. Body heat aur badhti rahe.

Mera mind ideas se khaali ho raha tha. Lekin body... body ready thi.

*"Last time poochh raha hoon,"* Sumit ne kaha. Dominant. Commanding. *"Room? Ya yahin? Decide karo. 10 seconds."*

Maine kuch socha. Lekar kuch nahi soch paayi. Bas... bas surrender.

*"Theek hai Bhaiya,"* maine kaha. Awaz mein woh defeat. Lekin relief bhi. *"Room. Chaliye. Bas... bas ab aur tease mat karo. Please."*

Sumit muskuraya. Jeet gaye. *"Good girl,"* unhone kaha. Mera haath pakda. Room ki taraf le gaye. Crowd mein se. Log dekhte rahe. Mera head neeche. Shame. Excitement. Dono.

**To be continued...**

 

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Chapter 49: TGIF (Part 10)

**Rashmi's Room**

Maine darwaza khola, aankhein ghumate hue bola, *"Yes boss, wanted anything?"*

Rajat muskura raha tha, uski aankhein excited chamak rahi thi. *"What if we don't go then?"* uska voice excited tha. Woh itna asaani se padh jaane wala tha—phir bhi directly pounce nahi kar raha tha. Sumit se usko bahut kuch seekhna tha.

Meri thoughts ek second ke liye flash hui—kya usko bataun ki uska Bhaiya abhi uski GF Payal ko ram kar raha hai? Lekin phir socha, *why spoil the night?* Is info ko baad ke liye rakhte hain.

*"Whatever you say, boss,"* maine kaha, voice mein woh teasing laced with submission jo usko aur crazy bana deta tha.

Woh paas aaya, haath abhi bhi pocket mein—*silly boy.* Main bola, *"I send you another gift also besides phone."*

*"I am wearing it, Rajat,"* meri aankhein usko seduce kar rahi thi, ek pal ke liye robe ka strap slide karte hue.

Usne mujhe kheench kar paas liya, haath meri kamar pe wrap karte hue. *"So what if Boss says let's spend the night here in this room only?"*

*"As you say, boss,"* maine softly usko bed pe push kiya. Bathrobe ka knot khola, fabric slide hua floor pe. Purple lingerie—jo usne gift ki thi—ab mere body pe shimmer kar rahi thi. *Very short, very sexy, perfect for the night.*

*"Wow..."* bas yahi nikla uske muh se, eyes meri body pe move kar rahe the, har inch ko memorize karte hue.

*"Get comfortable, Rajat,"* maine kaha, bending over him, mere haath uske pants ki taraf badhe. *"Let me thank you for the gifts..."**

The Act

Maine uske pants ka button khola, zip slow descend ki. Woh already hard tha—mere liye, mere thoughts se, mere promise se. Main niche gayi, knees pe, floor pe—*exactly where I wanted him to see me.*

*"Rashmi..."* uski voice breathless thi.

*"Shh, boss,"* maine kaha, finger uske lips pe rakh ke. *"Aaj main chalti hoon. Tum bas enjoy karo."*

Maine uska underwear niche kiya, cock spring out—thick, eager, throbbing. Mere haath usko grip kiye, slow strokes diye, base se tip tak, pre-cum ko thumb se spread karte hue.

*"Fuck..."* uski hiss nikli.

Maine smile kiya, *"Nahi, pehle yeh."*

And then I took him in my mouth.

Garam, hard flesh mere lips ke beech slide hua. Main deep gayi—*really deep*—taking him until my nose uske pubic hair touch kiya. Throat muscles ko relax kiya, letting him feel that tight, wet heat. Uski fingers mere baalon mein grip banaye, body arching.

*"Rashmi... fuck... fuck..."* woh pant kar raha tha.

Maine rhythm banaya—slow, deliberate, devastating. Up and down, tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, suction perfect. Ek haath uske balls pe massage, doosra uske thigh pe, nails digging slightly.

*"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come..."* woh warn kar raha tha.

Maine nahi ruki. Instead, main aur aggressive ho gayi—faster, deeper, *wetter.* Mere moans uske cock pe vibrate hue, visual dekh ke—Rashmi, uski Rashmi, itni *slutty,* itni *hungry* for him.

Woh explode hua. Spurt after spurt mere throat mein, maine sab liya, swallowed, usko pura drain kiya until woh shudder kar ke stop hua. Maine slowly, *teasingly,* up slide kiya, letting him pop out of my mouth with a wet sound, licking my lips deliberately.

*"Taste good, boss?"* maine teasingly pucha.

Woh sone ki tarah pada tha, chest heaving. *"You're... you're incredible."*

*"I'm just getting started,"* maine kaha, standing up.

The Show

Rajat ne kuch yaad kiya (pics Bhabhi ka proof) .. *"Waisi pics...jaisi Sumit Bhiya ke paas..."* woh hesitant tha.

Maine smile kiya, *"I'm more than okay with it, Rajat. Sumit ke paas bahut saari hain. Want to make some new ones?"*

Mere haath mere peeche gaye, purple lingerie ka hook khola. Bra slide hua, mere breasts free hue—full, firm, nipples hard and erect. Maine unhe squeeze kiya, presenting them to him.

*"You like what you see, boss?"*

Woh bas nod kar saka, eyes mere body pe glued.

Maine panty ka side strap khola, slowly, *teasingly,* fabric ko mere legs pe slide karte hue. Ab main completely naked thi uske saamne—no hiding, no shame, *pure sexual confidence.*

*"Camera ready ho jao, Rajat,"* maine kaha, turning around, bending over slightly, giving him a perfect view of my ass. *"Yeh show tumhe yaad rahega."*

Maine dance kiya—slow, sensual, hips swaying. Haath mere body pe move kiye—breasts pe, stomach pe, thighs pe, *everywhere.* Main apni fingers apni lips pe le gayi, suck kiya, then unhe apni body pe trail kiya—neck, collarbone, nipples.

*"Aise hi Sumit ne pics li thi,"* maine kaha, voice husky. *"Lekin aaj tum khud experience karoge."*

The Ride

Maine usko bed pe push kiya, woh flat pada. Maine uske upar chadhi, straddling him, my wetness uske still-hard cock pe slide hui.

*"Let me ride you, boss,"* maine kaha, positioning him at my entrance. *"Let me show you how Rashmi fucks."*

And I sank down.

*"Ohhh... fuck... Rashmi..."* uski groan nikli, loud and unrestrained.

Maine poora liya—*every inch*—until main uske upar baithi, filled completely. Mere haath uske chest pe gaye, nails digging in, then I started moving.

Slow at first—*teasing, grinding,* rotating my hips in circles. Uska cock mere andar har angle se mujhe touch kar raha tha, hitting deep, hitting right. Maine speed badhai, bouncing up and down, *hard and fast.*

*"Take your hands,"* maine command kiya, grabbing his wrists, *"put them on my breasts."*

Maine uske haathon ko mere breasts pe rakhwaya, pressing them, kneading them. *"Take me, Rajat. Fuck me like you mean it."*

Woh neeche se thrust karne laga, meeting my bounces with upward strokes. *Slap, slap, slap*—meri ass uske thighs pe, sound filling the room. Main aur tez hone lagi, *riding him like a stallion,* using him for my pleasure, controlling the depth, the angle, the speed.

*"Yes... yes... just like that..."* maine moan kiya, head thrown back, hair flying.

Mere orgasm build ho raha tha—*intense, powerful,* starting from my core and spreading. Maine apni pace aur tez ki, grinding down on him, clenching my muscles around his cock.

*"I'm coming... fuck... I'm coming..."* maine gasp kiya.

Waves of pleasure mujhe hit kiye, body convulsing, *screaming* my release. Maine rukna nahi chaha—*couldn't stop.* Main tez bounce karti rahi, using his cock to extend my orgasm, milking every spasm.

Rajat ne neeche se thrust kiya, hard and deep, woh bhi edge pe tha. *"Rashmi... I'm gonna..."*

*"Come inside me,"* maine command kiya, *"fill me up, boss."*

Woh explode hua, hot spurts mere andar, body shuddering. Maine uske upar lean hui, letting him pulse inside me, complete the connection.

The Taste

Maine uske upar se uthna nahi chaha. Instead, main leaned forward, uske face ke paas aayi. Mere breasts uske mouth ke paas—*ripe, glistening with sweat, nipples still hard.*

*"Taste me,"* maine whisper kiya, pressing a breast to his lips. *"Taste what you do to me."*

Woh eagerly suck kiya, tongue swirling around my nipple, teeth lightly grazing. Main uske lap mein baithi thi, still connected, still in control, letting him worship my body.

*"Good boy,"* maine kaha, fingers uske baalon mein.

Hum dono exhausted the, bodies glistening, breathing heavy. Maine uske chest pe haath rakha, feeling his heartbeat slow down. Woh satisfied tha—*completely, thoroughly*—lekin main jaanti thi ki abhi raat khatam nahi hui thi.

Maine position shift ki, uski godi mein baith gayi, facing him. Mere haath uske shoulders pe, legs wrapped around his waist. Intimate. *Dangerous.*

Mere lips uske ear ke paas gaye, breath warm against his skin. Maine whisper kiya—*soft, seductive, deadly:*

*"Rajat... do you know where Sumit Bhaiya is right now?"*

Woh freeze hua, body tense hui. *"Kya? Matlab...?"*

Maine muskuraayi, teeth uske earlobe pe lightly bite karte hue. *"Socho... socho kahan hoga woh... aur kiske saath..."*

Aur main ruki, cliffhanger pe, letting the realization sink in, letting the leverage game truly begin.