Just as Ravi turned to welcome his guest, Vivek closed the distance between them, capturing Ravi’s mouth in a kiss that was both demanding and possessive.
Ravi was taken aback by Vivek’s strength, the way his tongue forced its way into his mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that was palpable.
It was as if Vivek was claiming him, marking him as his own. The taste of Vivek’s minty breath mixed with the salty tang of Ravi’s own fear made his head spin.
He felt his body responding to the kiss, his heart racing and his pulse pounding in his ears.
Ravi’s hands, trembling with a mix of excitement and dread, reached up to cradle Vivek’s head, his fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair.
The fabric of his sari whispered against his skin as he leaned into the embrace, the weight of his breasts pressing against Vivek’s firm chest.
The kiss grew more intense, Vivek’s teeth grazing Ravi’s lower lip, drawing a gasp from the depths of his throat.
It was a sound that seemed to drive Vivek wild, his hands roaming over Ravi’s body, mapping the curves that had been hidden beneath the guise of his corporate attire.
The door clicked shut behind them, the final barrier between the world of Ravi and the world of Urmila.
Vivek’s grip tightened, his hunger growing with every beat of their entwined hearts. He pushed Ravi backward, the momentum carrying them both to the couch.
The impact was soft, cushioned by the plush velvet, but the force of the kiss was anything but gentle. Ravi felt his body betray him, arching into the touch, his sari slipping even further down to expose the soft mounds of his breasts.
Vivek’s eyes grew dark with lust as he took in the sight of Ravi’s bare chest.
His hands fumbled with the delicate buttons of the blouse, the frustration building as they resisted his clumsy attempts.
With a snarl, he applied his full strength, the fabric giving way with a satisfying rip. The buttons flew in every direction, the material parting to reveal the pale skin beneath.
Ravi gasped, his breath hitching as the cool air kissed his exposed flesh.
Without wasting a moment, Vivek’s fingers found Ravi’s nipples, pinching them hard enough to make him whimper.
Ravi’s body responded with a shiver, his areolae puckering around the assault. Each pinch sent a bolt of electricity straight to his groin, the pain a strange, welcome sensation.
His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and excitement, torn between the fear of being caught and the thrill of Vivek’s touch.
Vivek stepped back, his eyes never leaving Ravi’s trembling form. He began to undo his own pants, the zipper echoing through the room like the crack of a whip.
His cock sprang free, thick and proud, Ravi’s mouth watered at the sight, his body responding despite his racing thoughts. He knew what was expected of him now.
“On your knees,” Vivek demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Ravi’s spine. Ravi sank to the floor, the plush carpet soft against his knees.
His eyes never left Vivek’s, filled with a mix of trepidation and longing. Vivek stepped closer, his cock brushing against Ravi’s cheek.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
Ravi obeyed, his mouth parting to accept Vivek’s thick shaft. The first taste of Vivek’s precum was salty and musky, a flavor that sent a bolt of arousal through him.
He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Vivek’s cock against his tongue, the velvety skin sliding over his lips.
Vivek’s hand pushed his head back, forcing his cock deeper into Ravi’s mouth. Ravi gagged, his throat contracting around the intrusion, but Vivek didn’t relent.
The sound of Vivek’s heavy breathing filled the room as he began to thrust in and out of Ravi’s mouth, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Ravi’s eyes watered, his nose buried in the dark thicket of Vivek’s pubic hair. He could feel the man’s desire building, the pressure of his cock growing with each stroke. He knew that soon, he would be the one to bring Vivek to climax, to swallow his seed as Urmila would.
The taste of his own saliva mixed with Vivek’s precum was a strange cocktail of fear and excitement. Ravi had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But as Vivek’s grip tightened in his hair, as his cock grew even more rigid, Ravi felt a strange sense of power. He was in control of this moment, the one deciding when the crescendo would come. He bobbed his head faster, his lips sliding over the velvety skin, his tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.
“Fuck,” Vivek moaned, his voice strained. “Just like that.” His hips thrust forward, and Ravi took him deeper, the head of Vivek’s cock nudging the back of his throat. The musky scent of his arousal filled the room, a heady aphrodisiac that made Ravi’s own cock swell beneath his sari.
“You’re so good at this, Ravi,” Vivek said, his voice thick with desire. “Such a perfect little slut for me.” Ravi’s eyes watered, the harsh words sending a thrill through him.
He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building in his own body, his clit swollen and begging for attention.
With a final groan, Vivek released his grip on Ravi’s hair, his cock pulsing as he climaxed. Hot jets of cum spurted into Ravi’s mouth, coating his tongue and the inside of his cheeks.
Ravi took a moment to savor the taste, the bitter saltiness that filled his mouth and marked him as Vivek’s property. He swallowed, his throat muscles working to take all of Vivek’s cum, his eyes never leaving Vivek’s.
“Look at me,” Vivek demanded, his voice low and intense. Ravi’s gaze snapped up to meet his, his eyes watering from the effort of taking him so deeply. “You’re a natural, Ravi. A perfect little whore.”
Ravi felt a strange thrill at the words, a spark of something dark and exciting that resonated deep within him.
“I’m Urmila,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips like a confession. “I’m your whore.”
Vivek’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Good,” he said, his hand stroking the side of Ravi’s face. “Now, let’s see how good you really are.”
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