As He closed his eyes laying on his bed, trying to erase the images of the night, but instead, they grew more vivid.
He saw himself dressed in Urmila’s garb, begging for mercy, and then, the unmistakable look of pleasure on his own face as he took Vivek’s cock into his mouth.
The dream had been so real, so vivid, that it felt like a memory rather than a figment of his imagination.
In the dream, Ravi was a woman in every sense of the word—his body had been transformed to match his inner desires.
His breasts were full and heavy, his nipples erect with arousal. He could feel the wetness between his legs, the slickness of his pussy as Vivek’s cock plunged into him again and again.
The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, a mix of pain and pleasure that was intoxicating.
Vivek’s grip on Ravi’s hips was firm, his own body slick with sweat as he pounded into him. Ravi’s moans filled the air, his voice high-pitched and feminine.
He could feel Vivek’s hands tightening, the strength in those fingers a stark contrast to the gentle touches he’d always dreamed of.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, his body responding in ways it never had before.
But as the sun began to rise, the harsh light of reality pierced through the fog of his dream. Ravi bolted upright in bed, the sheets sticking to his body like a second skin.
His underwear was soaked with his own cum, a physical reminder of the twisted desires that had invaded his subconscious.
He felt a strange mix of horror and excitement, his cock still hard from the vivid images that had played out in his sleep.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he reached for his phone, his hand shaking.
The time read 7:45 AM—he had to get ready for work. With a heavy sigh, he stumbled to the bathroom, the events of the previous night weighing on him like a leaden blanket.
The cold water of the shower did little to wash away the sense of violation and the strange thrill that still lingered within him.
As he dried off, Ravi’s hand paused when he reached for his underwear.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized he’d accidentally picked up a pair of red lace panties instead of his usual boxers.
The sight of them, delicate and feminine, brought back a flood of memories from the night before.
He felt a rush of arousal that he quickly suppressed, tossing them aside and grabbing his black office trousers instead.
Rushing outside to catch his cab, the early morning light washed over the deserted streets.
The same watchman from last night was there, but now his expression was one of smug amusement rather than the innocent curiosity Ravi had seen before.
The man’s eyes raked over Ravi’s corporate attire, and his smile grew wider, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
“Good morning, Mr. Taneja,” he said, his voice knowing purr that sent a chill down Ravi’s back.
Ravi’s stomach clenched—did he recognize him? Did he know what had happened in the car with Vivek?
He tried to ignore these thoughts and sat inside the cab. But he could ignore the fact that last night changed something inside him.
A few days ago he was just a guy wearing women’s clothes for his own fantasy and now he had sucked a man’s cock with his own mouth and another man is trying to get his chance with him.
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Hi readers, here is new chapter for His plaything, I thought about wrapping it up in 5 chapters but as usual my stories become longer than required.
I want to finish it faster with more erotice scenes so please help me out with the possible scenarios that can make it completed in less than 5 chapters.
Please give love and support to ‘luck by chance’ as well
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