His Plaything : From Senior To Slave To Satisfy him (🔞)

With trembling hands, he reached for Vivek’s zipper, his heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird desperately trying to break free.

He could feel the warmth of Vivek’s arousal even through the fabric of his pants, and despite the fear, a strange thrill shot through him.

He’d never been in such a position of powerlessness, and yet, it was strangely… exhilarating.

As he bent over, the sari pooled around him, revealing his red-painted lips that hovered just inches from Vivek’s swollen member.

The smell of precum filled the car, a scent that was both repulsive and oddly alluring.

His mind raced with thoughts of what this would mean for him, for his secret life as Urmila, and for his career. But in that moment, survival was the only thing that mattered.

With a tremble that was almost imperceptible, Ravi’s lips parted, and he took the head of Vivek’s cock into his mouth. The taste was salty and bitter, but he didn’t dare flinch. Instead, he began to bob his head up and down in a slow, deliberate motion, feeling the heat and hardness of Vivek’s erection against his tongue. Each stroke was met with a low moan from Vivek, his breathing growing ragged.

Vivek’s grip on the back of Ravi’s head tightened, and he began to thrust slightly, setting a rhythm that Ravi had to follow.

The fear was still there, a cold knot in his stomach, but it was now mixed with a strange, heady excitement.

He could feel his own arousal building, his body responding to the power dynamics at play.

He took a deep breath and focused on pleasing Vivek, his tongue slithering around the shaft like a serpent coiling around its prey.

The car’s windows had fogged up, the only sound of the wet slap of Ravi’s lips against Vivek’s skin and the occasional grunt of pleasure from his junior.

The taste of pre-cum grew stronger, and Ravi knew that he was close to the edge. He quickened his pace, his cheeks hollowing out as he took more and more of Vivek’s cock into his mouth.

The head of Vivek’s shaft hit the back of his throat, and he had to fight back the urge to gag.

“Keep going, bitch,” Vivek growled, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Ravi’s eyes watered, but he obeyed, his mouth moving in a blur. The smell of sex filled the car, a heady mix of desire and dominance that was making it increasingly hard for Ravi to breathe.

He gagged as the tip of Vivek’s cock touched his throat, the muscles there contracting around it.

“Oh, fuck, you’re good at this,” Vivek grunted, his hips bucking slightly as he lost control.

Ravi felt a sense of triumph, his fear morphing into a thrilling game of power and submission.

He knew what he had to do to regain some semblance of control in this twisted situation. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, and his eyes watering.

Vivek’s breath grew more ragged, his moans turning into desperate gasps.

Ravi’s own arousal grew, his nipples pebbling under the silk of his blouse. The head of Vivek’s cock swelled, and he knew it was just a matter of seconds before he climaxed.

With a final, animalistic groan, Vivek’s body tensed, and a hot, thick spurt of cum shot into Ravi’s mouth.

He tried to pull away, the instinct to not let the salty fluid fill his mouth strong, but Vivek’s grip held him in place.

The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, but Ravi knew better than to disobey. He swallowed, the liquid warm and viscous as it slid down his throat.

“Oh, fuck, you’re good at this,” Vivek grunted, his hips bucking slightly as he lost control. Ravi felt a sense of triumph, his fear morphing into a thrilling game of power and submission.

He knew what he had to do to regain some semblance of control in this twisted situation. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, and his eyes watering.

Vivek’s breath grew more ragged, his moans turning into desperate gasps.

Ravi’s own arousal grew, his nipples pebbling under the silk of his blouse. The head of Vivek’s cock swelled, and he knew it was just a matter of seconds before he climaxed.

With a final, animalistic groan, Vivek’s body tensed, and a hot, thick spurt of cum shot into Ravi’s mouth.

He tried to pull away, the instinct to not let the salty fluid fill his mouth strong, but Vivek’s grip held him in place.

The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, but Ravi knew better than to disobey. He swallowed, the liquid warm and viscous as it slid down his throat.