The week following my intense session with Kala and her devoted husband Rohan was a blur of work and sleepless nights. The unrelenting memories of Kala’s voluptuous body giving in to me.
Rohan cleaned up like the pathetic cuck he was, after confirming that the payment was received in my account, Rs. Ayushi went very quiet—18,000 for that one night of dynamite. I was half expecting her to line up something milder next, but this world had its own tempo.
And then, precisely one week later, on yet another humid Thursday night, my phone buzzed again. Ayushi.
“Kala and Rohan contacted us immediately. They want you back – this time for a full day at a private farmhouse near Gurgaon. Very exclusive, very discreet. They wanted to make the arrangements themselves. Are you in?
I smiled at the monitor. Another day with Kala? My cock thumped at the thought of her thick thighs wrapped around me, Rohan’s humiliated eyes. “Get it done.”
“Done. Ayushi replied quickly. 4 p.m. tomorrow: incoming coordinates. “They already paid a premium deposit.
The next afternoon, I drove out of Delhi towards Gurgaon, the city giving way to spreading suburbs and then to quieter, greener spots. Tucked away behind high walls and lush trees, the farmhouse was a luxurious retreat with manicured lawns, a sparkling pool, and several wings that screamed money and privacy.
I parked and went up. Rohan came through the heavy wooden door in a plain linen shirt and shorts, eyes downcast in that familiar way of submission.
He stepped aside. “Welcome back, Sir.
Kala approached from behind, looking even more imperious in a flowing white caftan that clung to her curves. Her heavy breasts pressed against the cloth, and her dark mane was loose. There she pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue taking mine in her grasp, then pulling back with a wicked grin.
“We have been waiting for this. Come in.”
The living room was luxurious, with plush sofas, Persian rugs, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened out to the pool and gardens. We had no sooner settled down with cold drinks than the doorbell rang again. Two women entered, giggling quietly, and hugged Kala with hugs she knew. Ayushi, of course, had not been aware of these; Kala had kept this expansion to herself.
“These are our special colleagues,” Kala said smoothly, gesturing. Meet Priya Nair, 27, one of the smartest fintech VPs in Mumbai. She’s created two unicorns from scratch and knows precisely how to close impossible deals. And this is Vani Khanna. 41.
A powerhouse real estate developer who owns a good amount of the luxury projects in Delhi. She turns barren land into empires….”
Priya looked gorgeous in a short summer dress that showed off toned legs and a lithe, athletic figure—perky B-cup breasts, a tiny waist, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Almond eyes, shoulder-length straight hair, and sharp features lent her a modern, confident edge.
She seemed like the kind of woman who ran boardrooms by day and demanded submission by night.
Vani, older and fuller-figured, looked elegant in her saree blouse and palazzo combo. Her breasts were full and heavy like Kala’s, a D-cup, and she had wide childbearing hips and a soft belly that spoke of a mature sensuality.
Her hair was wavy, falling to her mid-back; her face was regal in its beauty, with high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes that had seen power and wanted more. She had a quiet authority about her. The kind you get after closing multi-crore deals.
“Nice to meet you both,” I said, shaking their hands, too. Priya held him tight and teased him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Fintech, eh? “Must be exciting to get those valuations closed.”
She laughed, a light, mocking laugh. It is. But there’s nothing quite like the thrill of handing the reins over to someone who knows what to do with them. ‘Kala told us you’re… special.’”
Vani’s voice was huskier, more measured. “Real estate is about vision and dominance. I make what others only dream of. But here? “I like being the structure that gets reshaped. Her eyes held mine, warm and hungry. “You have the presence for it.
Heat rushed into me. Priya was the hot, lithe, younger firecracker, tight, responsive, and probably vocal. Vani was the experienced, plush goddess who would take it all and want more. Both screamed high-value submissions waiting to be unlocked. My mind raced with possibilities, breaking them up with Kala together and Rohan watching from the bottom.
We talked for a few more minutes—Priya telling a short story about a nightmare investor pitch and Vani inserting dry humour about bureaucratic obstacles in land deals. The chemistry was on fire. Then Kala got up. “Priya, Vani—be with our guest on the couch. Make him feel at ease. I’ll freshen up in the master room.
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She shot Rohan a pointed look. “Kitchen, Rohan. Give us suitable drinks: whiskey for him and wine for us. And be quick about it, pet.”
Rohan nodded vigorously, as if bowing his head. “Yes, ma’am.”
The two new girls sat on either side of me on the huge sectional. My thigh pressed against hers, her finger tracing my arm. Vani moved in from the other side, her fuller breast grazing my shoulder. “You know how to handle strong women,” Kala said. Priya whispered. “We’re all very selective.”
Vani smiled. And very demanding. But we know our place when the right man stands up.
A moment later, Kala returned in something slinkier. Rohan brought the drinks on a tray, walking with practised deference. The three women exchanged glances, and the dynamic shifted hard. They treated Rohan like dirt. Hardcore submissive plaything for us all.
“On your knees, cuck,” Kala said easily. Rohan fell like a stone. Priya laughed and put her foot on his shoulder. Good boy.” Now go get my phone out of the bag like the dog you are.” And don’t forget who owns you tonight,” added Vani. All four of us.”
I watched, with increasing dominance, as Rohan crawled to obey, with the women mocking his eagerness. Rohan was bottom to all three of us, and I was the boss of the three goddesses.
“Take them off,” I said to the women. They obeyed with eager smiles, Kala’s saree-like kaftan pooling at her feet to reveal her magnificent Vidya Balan-esque body. Priya shimmied out of her dress to reveal perky tits with hard nipples and a smooth, shaved pussy.
Slowly, Vani revealed her lush curves, heavy breasts swinging, thick thighs, and an inviting soft mound.
I collared them one by one with thick leather collars from the bag Kala had prepared—leads attached. “Sluts on their knees.” They fell, butts up. I got a wide belt made of leather and gave them sharp, stinging slaps across their exposed rears.
Kala’s plump cheeks rippled, Priya’s tighter ass reddened fast, and Vani’s mature flesh jiggled beautifully. They groaned together.
Next, I put in vibrating butt plugs on a low setting. The toys buzzed inside the woman, who gasped and squirmed. I grabbed all three leashes and croaked, “Leashes. I paraded them round the room like pets, made them crawl, and made them present. Rohan knelt in the corner, rock hard and leaking, not allowed to touch himself.
The BDSM was amped up. I put soft cuffs on their wrists and then took turns on each as they bent over the couch with a powerful wand vibrator. Priya edged me. She came first, squirting messily across the floor with a scream. “Fuck—Sir—please!”
Kala followed, her powerful body convulsing as the vibrator and my fingers destroyed her, juices running down her thick thighs. Vani lasted the longest, but when I put on nipple clamps and yanked while vibrating her clit, she exploded too, a giant squirt that soaked the rug.
All three were shaking, collars tight, plugs buzzing. “Lesbian time,” I said, leaning back like a king. Make me laugh.”
They didn’t wait. Kala pulled Priya into a deep kiss, and Vani dropped between Kala’s legs, licking her pussy with hungry strokes. Priya’s fingers worked Vani from behind, the three of them locked in a chain of groaning, grinding bodies. The room was full of tongues and fingers and an occasional slap.
Priya ate Kala while Vani sucked Priya’s clit. They moved easily, flicking around, faces in wet pussies, tits mashed together. It was a beautiful, naked vileness. I watched their bodies glisten in sweat and juices as I slowly stroked myself.
Mid-moan, Priya looked up with glazed eyes. “Sir…join us? Please? “Your cock while they eat me.”
I went in. I fucked Priya from behind while she kept licking Vani. Kala took the leashes, tightening them. I switched between them, pounding each pussy in turn—deep, relentless strokes. The vibrators held fast in their asses, amplifying everything.
All three squirted again under the combined assault. First Priya in a shattering orgasm, then Vani flooding my cock, then Kala gushing as I rubbed her clit mercilessly.
“Rohan! ‘Clean them, dog,’ I yelled.
Rohan crawled forward on all fours, tongue lolling out like a good pet. The three women stood over him, legs spread, as he licked every drop of their squirt and my cum from their pussies and thighs.
They humiliated him so well. Kala grinding on his back, Priya calling him a ‘worthless cleanup bitch,’ and Vani making him thank her for the honour. Humiliated but also thrilled, he lapped eagerly.
The women acted more like servants to him. They made him kiss their feet, fetch toys with his mouth, and hold positions while they casually leaned against him. Rohan was in heaven in the lower end.
The rest, weary but glowing, retired to the bedrooms. I took the adult’s hand, the one that attracted me most, the cushioned one. Pool. “Now.”
We went out naked in the evening sky. The private pool was turquoise. I pushed her against the edge and kissed her hard. I pulled her up on the steps, and her heavy breasts pressed against my chest. Water swirled around us, and I thrust into her in one stroke.
Vani moaned hard, her legs wrapping around me. I fucked her hard in the shallows, water splashing, her mature body taking every inch. I yanked the leash and gave her a light choke with the collar still on and slapped her wet tits. She rode me backwards in the deep end, her ass bouncing as I pulled her hair.
“Deeper, Sir—own this old slut,” she panted. I flipped her over the pool edge, bending her over for intense doggy, the water making it slick and primal. She came hard, squirting into the pool one last time. I filled her deep and held her tight as we both shuddered.”
Then we drifted together, her head on my chest. The other would be waking soon. This was just the beginning of what this group could be.
My phone buzzed a little later with a message from Priya. “Next time, bring toys for all of us… and maybe invite a friend? We have more co-workers to break in.”
What would you do if you were one of them?
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