Chapter 4: From the seat to the lap
Priya awaited eagerly the next day for Ron’s message. Her hubby had offered to drop their son to school.
at 9:30, she received the first message. “Saree, low cut sleeveless blouse, petticoat. No bra n no panties.”
Priya Priya’s heart pounded as she read the message.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her saree draped low, the blouse cut so low it barely contained her breasts. She could see her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the thin fabric. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her pussy already wet with anticipation.
She walked out of the house, her hips swaying, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She could feel the cool air against her bare pussy, the fabric of her saree brushing against her sensitive skin.
as she reached the main road, there were quite a few autos waiting in line. She received another message. Keep walking.
she looked around and started walking. As she reached the corner, an auto honked behind her. “Looking for a ride madam? - it was Ron.
He was driving the auto. He was wearing a loose white shirt and faded jeans, his hair slightly disheveled, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. He looked at her, his gaze traveling down her body, lingering on her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Get in," he said, his voice low and rough.
Priya didn't hesitate. She climbed into the auto, her heart pounding in her chest. The door closed behind her, and Ron started driving, his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"Where are we going?" Priya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He just drove, his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, her pussy throbbing with need.
She looked at him, her eyes roaming over his body. She could see the outline of his cock through his jeans, thick and hard. She licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to feel him inside her.
As if reading her mind, Ron suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned to face her, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, his voice low and rough.
same place as yesterday? He looked at her through the rear view mirror..
Priya nodded dumbly..
Priya nodded dumbly, her throat tight with anticipation. Soon they reached the lonely spot. Ron stopped on the side, and quickly moved in the back seat.
he moved his hand to push a stray bar behind her ear. “ did u miss me, bb?” He asked.
His voice was low, a growl that sent shivers down her spine. She could only nod, her throat too tight to speak. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in the air between them. She could see the outline of his cock through his jeans, thick and hard, and she knew he wanted her just as badly.
Ron's hand moved from her ear, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until it reached the low neckline of her blouse. He hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it down, exposing her breast. Her nipple was hard, aching, and he leaned down, taking it into his mouth, sucking hard. He stopped and moved his head up.
like it? He asked.
Priya’s eyes were closed. Uh huh, she nodded.
Ron growled… then why don’t you open up your blouse and grant me better access?
He said, his voice laced with desire.
Priya, her eyes still closed, her body trembling with anticipation, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her bare breasts. Ron's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful, he muttered, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden even more.
Priya moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her shoulders.
and do you want me to bend down to suck them?? Ron asked.
Uhm, no. Priya stammered.
"So how shall we proceed? Bb” Ron asked. He wanted her to offer her breasts to his mouth, on her own. He wanted to make her compliant n craving to please.
So he waited, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his thumb teasing the tight peak. His other hand slid down her stomach, past the low-cut blouse, until it reached the damp spot between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her saree.
"Tell me what you want, Priya," he said, his voice low and rough. "Tell me how you want me to touch you."
Priya’s eyes fluttered open, her breath hitching. She looked at him, her lips parted, her eyes filled with desire. “Uh, I will rise up and sit on your lap?” She ventured. She had seen porn clips where the girl straddles her lover… she wanted to try it with Ron. She wanted to feel him inside her, to control the pace, to watch his face as she rode him.
Ron's eyes flashed with desire. "Fuck, yes," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as she climbed onto his lap. He could feel her heat through his jeans, her wetness soaking through the fabric. He groaned, his head falling back against the seat.
Priya straddled him, her knees on either side of his thighs, her hands on his shoulders. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her pussy. She moaned, her hips grinding against him, seeking friction.
she was desperate. Ron said,” I want u to offer them both to my mouth bb” He wanted her to be the one to bring her breasts to his mouth. He wanted her to be the one to beg for it, to crave it. He wanted her to be the one to surrender.
Priya’s breath hitched. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him happy. She wanted to feel his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her nipples, his lips sucking them hard.
She took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly. She reached up, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She pushed it open, revealing her bare breasts to him. She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze hot and hungry.
She leaned forward, her breasts swaying slightly, her nipples hard and aching. She offered them to him, her hands gently pressing them together, her fingers brushing against his lips.
"Take them," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Ron."
Ron didn’t make her wait. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer, his mouth crashing onto her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it, making it harden even more. He sucked hard, his lips forming a perfect seal around the tight peak, his teeth grazing it gently.
"Fuck, Priya," he groaned, his voice muffled against her skin.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he took her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. His tongue flicked over the tight bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel her pussy clenching, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
Ron’s free hand slid down her stomach, past the damp spot of her saree, and he cupped her pussy through the fabric. His fingers pressed firmly, teasing her through the thin cloth. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin.
Priya whimpered, her hips arching involuntarily.
The sensation of his tongue on her nipple was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Ron’s other hand slid further down, his fingers finding the damp spot between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her saree.
"Now the other one bb..” he instructed her.
His voice was a low, guttural growl that made her shiver. His fingers traced the outline of her other breast, teasing the sensitive skin before his mouth descended again.
Priya’s breath hitched as his lips closed around her other nipple. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. His tongue flicked out, swirling around the tight bud, making her gasp.
“Fuck, Ron,” she moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as his mouth moved between her breasts, his tongue leaving a trail of wet heat. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips possessively.
Priya’s hips started to move of their own accord, trying to gain pleasure from the friction against the rough jean fabric.
Ron stopped the movement. “No he growled, I will decide and let you know if you can rub your pussy bb” for now u will focus on the pleasure on your nipples…” he said confusing to maul her left breast n sucking on the other.
His hands were firm on her hips, preventing her from moving.
Priya whimpered, her body aching for more friction. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit pulsing with need. She wanted to grind against him, to find release, but Ron held her in place, his grip unyielding.
“Please, Ron,” she begged, her voice breathy.
ron said” I can allow u to rub, but, if we move forward, I will have to mark u as mine” He said, his voice laced with dominance.
Priya’s eyes widened. “Mark me?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“Yes, bb. I will suck so hard that your breasts will retain suck marks all over your breasts, but you will have to ask me…” he said.
Priya’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never been with anyone other than her husband, and the thought of Ron claiming her, marking her as his, sent a thrill of excitement through her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “I want that. I want you to mark me as yours.”
Ron growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter.
“You want me to mark you, Priya?” His voice was low and rough, his breath hot against her skin. “You want my teeth on your tits, my bite on your flesh? You want to be mine, marked for everyone to see?”
Priya’s breath hitched. She nodded, her eyes wide with desire. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Ron.”
Ron’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “From now your breasts will be marked as mine!” And he sucked hard marking the first hickie on top of her left breast.
Priya moaned… her back arched, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. She could feel the wet, sucking sound of his mouth on her nipple, the way his lips stretched around it, the way his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. She could feel the mark forming, the imprint of his teeth already visible on her skin. She was so wet, her pussy throbbing with need, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs.
“Fuck, Ron,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Please, Ron, I need more.”
Ron growled, his grip on her hips tightening. He released her nipple with a wet pop, his mouth leaving a trail of saliva down her chest.
he moved to the next breast. “Tell me where do u want me to mark u on your right breast, bb” he asked. Making her feel she was in charge… but in reality, he was the one controlling her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her pussy throbbing with need. She looked down at her breasts, at the red mark already visible on her left breast, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be marked by him, completely and utterly.
“Here,” she whispered, her finger tracing a spot just below her nipple on her right breast. “Mark me here, Ron.”
Ron growled, his eyes flashing with desire. He leaned down, his mouth closing around her nipple, sucking hard. He could feel her fingers pressing against the spot she had indicated, guiding him, urging him on.
Ron’s breath was ragged, his cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted to rip them open, to feel her wrapped around him, but he knew he had to take things slow.
He took her right nipple between his teeth, biting down gently before sucking hard enough to make her gasp. His tongue flicked out, swirling around the sensitive peak, leaving a trail of wet heat. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her nipples hardening even more under his touch.
“Fuck, Ron,” she moaned, her voice barely recognizable. “I want more.”
Ron growled, his grip tightening on her hips.
His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her right breast, leaving a perfect, swollen imprint. Priya gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she arched into him, seeking more.
Ron released the pressure on her hips, good girl, now you can rub your pussy on my cock. While I mark you all over your breasts. His mouth locating another spot on her breast.
Priya whimpered, her hips jerking forward, desperate for friction.
The rough denim of Ron’s jeans scraped against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as his mouth moved to another spot on her breast, leaving another mark.
“Fuck, Ron, please—” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
“Shh,” he growled, his breath hot against her skin. “You’ll get what you need, but only when I say so.”
His tongue swirled around the fresh mark on her left breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before he sucked hard again. The sensation was overwhelming—her nipples were so sensitive, her pussy dripping with arousal, her body trembling with anticipation.
this continued for some time, Priya rubbing her pussy to gain as much please as she could, while Ron assaulted both her breasts marking them all over.
She could feel the marks forming, the imprint of his teeth already visible on her skin. She was so wet, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her panties soaked through.
Ron finally released her hips and moved his hands to her waist, guiding her down onto the seat. He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire, his mouth still wet from her breasts. He reached down, his fingers brushing against the damp spot between her thighs.
"Spread your legs for me," he growled, his voice low and rough.
Priya obeyed, her legs parting slightly, her pussy exposed to him. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, the dampness between her thighs.
Her pussy was swollen, her clit throbbing, and she could feel the wetness seeping out, soaking the fabric of her saree. She was so turned on, her body aching for release, and she knew Ron was about to give it to her.
Ron’s fingers trailed down her stomach, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her body was trembling with need. His fingers brushed against the damp spot between her thighs, and he could feel the wetness soaking through the thin fabric of her saree.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled, his voice low and rough.
his hand moved inside her petticoat and taught her heated pussy lips. “And now, bb, I m going to make u come … and plunged his middle finger into her pussy. He would not fuck her yodsy, but he still wanted her to release her pent up sexual desires.
He wanted to see her come on his fingers. He wanted to feel her pussy clench around his fingers as she orgasmed.
He pushed his finger deeper inside her, his thumb circling her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Her breath hitched, her hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Fuck, Ron," she moaned, her voice trembling with need.
Priya’s eyes were closed, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his finger inside her, stretching her, filling her. His thumb was rubbing her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"More," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Please, Ron, I need more."
Ron didn’t hesitate. He pressed his thumb harder against her clit, his finger plunging deeper inside her. He could feel her wetness, her arousal soaking his fingers. His other hand moved to her breast, his fingers tracing the marks he had left on her skin, feeling the softness of her flesh.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking wet for me. So fucking beautiful."
Priya’s breath was ragged, her body trembling with each thrust of his finger. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Her thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around his finger as she fought to hold back her orgasm.
"Please, Ron," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need to come."
He didn't answer. Instead, he added another finger inside her, stretching her further, filling her completely. She gasped, her body arching off the seat as pleasure surged through her.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Don’t stop, please, don’t stop."
Ron's fingers moved inside her, curling slightly, hitting that perfect spot deep inside her. His thumb continued to rub her clit in tight, relentless circles.
His fingers pumped in and out of her, the sound of her wetness filling the auto. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Ron," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come."
Ron growled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder. "Come for me, Priya," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Come all over my fingers."
Priya's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came with a cry. Her hips bucked, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Ron's fingers continued to move inside her, drawing out her orgasm, making it last longer than she thought possible. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her arousal dripping down his hand, coating his fingers.
"Fuck, Priya," he growled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You came so fucking hard for me."
Priya could only nod, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
"Fuck me, Ron," she whispered, her voice hoarse from moaning. "I want you inside me."
Ron's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing painfully against his jeans.
but he was in no hurry. He said, I will take u, in your house, in your bridal wear. Not today. But, seems you have employed a young maid. Bring her with you tomorrow. Is she a virgin? He asked, caressing her wet sticky pussy lips.
His voice was low and rough with dominance, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke into her ear.
Priya's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. She had never brought another woman into her bedroom before, let alone had witnessed her husband with someone else. The thought of sharing this intimate act with an innocent young maid sent a thrill through her, her pussy clenching at the idea.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "She is a virgin. I brought her here myself."
Ron’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction, his fingers tracing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "Good girl," he growled.
get her with you, and reach this address.
The auto will be waiting for you at 10 am sharp. You will be blindfolded, and I will decide what happens next. Do you understand?
Priya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. The thought of being blindfolded, of being at Ron’s mercy, sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her arousal dripping down her thighs. She wanted this. She wanted him.
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**The Next Morning**
Priya woke up with a start, her body already humming with anticipation. She had barely slept, her mind racing with thoughts of what the day would bring.