Chapter 4: Climax
The creaky old elevator took its sweet time traveling up, making Priya's nerves worsen with every passing second. She squeezed her eyes shut and took deep, steady breaths, trying to calm the frantic pounding of her heart. Her entire body was on edge, each muscle tensed and ready to flee at a moment's notice.
At last, the doors slid open, and she stepped out into the plush, dimly lit hallway of John's luxurious penthouse apartment.
Priya was wearing a white tank top and jeans, no underwear meant her nipples were pointing out of the top. Her hair lay loose on her right shoulder and cascading down her back to her waist. She had just had her lip fillers refilled so her lips were looking big and plump. She had to tell John her friend from India was going to stay over one night and if he would try to not embarrass her too much in front of him. John gave her a wicked smile and nodded his head, promising to be on his best behavior in front of her friend, but he had other plans.
Priya opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside, only to find John lying on her bed with a smug look on his face. He was completely naked and a bottle of lubricant was placed next to him, a sinister smile spread across his face.
"What the-" I stammered, my heart racing with panic.
"I told you I wanted to break in that pretty little Indian mouth of yours," he said, his voice dripping with entitlement.
"But John, I don't-" I began to protest, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he said, his voice oozing false reassurance.
My mind was racing as I tried to come up with a way to escape this situation.
“My friend will arrive any minute” I said angry. “Well then I suggest you stop talking and start sucking quick” he said. “My friend will come in at any moment and I don’t want him to find us like this” I said, desperately trying to persuade him.
I could feel my heart racing as I pleaded with him, but he was unmoved. John just grinned and grabbed my head, pulling me closer to his half-erect cock.
Before I could react, he pushed my mouth onto his shaft, forcing himself inside. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, my eyes watering as I struggled to breathe.
But John didn’t care.
He gripped my hair tighter, his fingers digging into my scalp as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I choked and gagged, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe, but he didn’t let up. I could feel my lips stretching, my jaw aching from the soreness as I tried to keep from being choked.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. “Look at those pretty brown lips of yours.
They’re made for wrapping around a thick cock.” John said, smirking at Priya as he yanked her toward him. She struggled to escape his grip, but he was too strong.
“Please, no,” she whimpered, her eyes wide with fear. “I didn’t ask for this. My friend…He’s coming any minute now.”
But John didn’t listen. He grabbed the back of her head, shoving her down onto his lap. Priya gasped as she felt the hardness of his cock press against her lips.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening her mouth and taking him in. She had never felt anything so large before; it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel the veins running along the length of his shaft, the skin tender and red from exertion.
"Oh, fuck, Priya," John moaned, his hands clenching into fists as he watched her take him into her mouth.
"Your lips are so damn tight."
I could feel his hot liquid filling my mouth, and I swallowed, eager to please him. I let his head rest against the pillow, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs to keep him steady.
"Goddammit, that feels so fucking good," John exclaimed, closing his eyes and gripping the sheets with both hands. "Shit, I'm gonna cum."
He started to buck his hips, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth, and I opened wide to take him in.
I reached up to cup his balls, feeling their weight in my hand, and he let out a low moan. I started to massage them gently, and his hips jerked in response.
I could feel his balls tense up a little, and I knew he was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, sucking him harder and faster, using my hand to stroke the base of his shaft as my mouth worked the rest. He let out a guttural growl, and I felt him twitch in my mouth as he came.
He flooded my mouth with warm cum, and I hurriedly swallowed every last drop. I cleaned his cock of remains with my tongue, seeking any last lingering taste of his juices before withdrawing.
John watched me with a mixture of admiration and lust, his hands tightening on the belt of his trousers as he stared at our vulgar act. My heart raced as I looked back at him, my lips swollen and red from the intense round of cock sucking. I felt weak and exhausted, but the satisfaction of completing the task arose in me.
Just then there the door bell rang. "Shit!" I muttered, quickly pushing John away and jumping off the bed. I grabbed my phone and ran to the front door, my heart pounding with fear. I opened the door to find Amit standing there, a wide grin on his face.
"Hey, Priya! I made it!" he exclaimed, hugging me tightly. I could feel his excitement through his touch, and I knew he had no clue what he was walking into.
"Hey, Amit," I said, forcing a smile on my face.
"Come on in."
As we entered the penthouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew that John was still in my bedroom, waiting for me to finish servicing him. I couldn't let Amit see us like that.
"John, I'd like you to meet my friend, Amit," I said as we entered the living room.
John stood up from the couch, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Nice to meet you, Amit," he said, extending his hand.
Amit shook it, a confused look on his face.
"You too, John," Amit said, glancing around the luxurious penthouse. "Wow, this place is amazing."
"Thank you," John replied, his eyes locked on Amit's. "I'm glad you like it."
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get Amit out of here before John did something to embarrass me.
"Hey, Amit, let's go grab a drink in the kitchen," I suggested, pulling him away from John.
"Sure thing, Priya," Amit said, following me into the kitchen.
Once we were alone, I let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry about John," I said, leaning against the counter. "He can be a bit much sometimes."
"It's okay," Amit said, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "I could tell something was off."
"He just...he likes to control everything," I explained, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over me.
"And he's been showing me how he wants to use me since I moved in."
Amit raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Use you? What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, you know things like cooking and cleaning," I began hesitantly. "But he's been touching me in ways that make me uncomfortable.
“why are you dealing with it? Do you love him so much? He’s soo old” said Amit. Priya sighed heavily. “I have no choice. I need to stay here, he isn’t all bad. I do enjoy my time with him” I lied not being able to tell him I was doing all this for a visa.
After Amit went to freshen up, we decided to have dinner together. I prepared an Indian feast. And decided to wear a saree as well for the occasion.
I wore a green saree with golden border intricate designs. I draped it around my body in the classic Nivi style, pleats neatly tucked in, the pallu carefully draped over my shoulder. I let my hair down, a few loose curls framing my face. I finished off the look with traditional gold jewelry, a long chain necklace and jhumkas on my ears, bangles on my wrist. The smell of the spices and aroma of cooked food filled the penthouse, as I waited for Amit to emerge from the bathroom.
John came out in a bath robe and Amit joined us in his tack pants and a t shirt.
“Baby, why don’t you lose that pallu / veil thing and wrap it around your waist I like to see your supple boobs stick out, don’t you Amit” asked John being crass.
“Yes, Priya you have always had a beautiful slim body” he said smiling coy. His remarks were making me uncomfortable, but I didn't want to ruin the evening. I turned away and began serving the food.
As we sat down to eat, the conversation flowed easily. Amit talked about his travels around Australia, and John regaled us with stories of his business deals. I could feel the tension between John and me, but I tried to ignore it.
After dinner, we moved into the living room for drinks. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch.
John immediately took the seat beside me and Amit sat opposite us in an armchair. The conversation was light-hearted, but I could feel John's gaze on me, his eyes burning into my skin. I shifted nervously in my seat, taking small sips of my wine to avoid making eye contact.
John then leaned in closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. "Priya, why don't you show Amit your traditional dance moves?" he suggested.
I felt a pang of anxiety but tried to play it cool. "Maybe later, John.
I want to focus on catching up with Amit first," Priya said, subtly distancing herself from him.
"Fine, fine," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "But I do expect you to dance for him later."
Her heart raced at the thought of what John might want her to do in front of Amit. She tried to put the worry aside and focused on their conversation.
They spoke for a while, discussing Amit's travels and John's business ventures.
But the tension between John and Priya remained palpable.
John seemed bored by the conversation, restless and fidgety. And every once in a while, his eyes would linger on Priya, smoldering with lust.
Amit caught John's gaze a few times, his brow furrowed in confusion. But Priya pulled him back into the conversation, trying to cover up the undercurrent of discomfort.
Finally, Priya excused herself to go freshen up.
John watched her walk away, his eyes burning holes through her back.
As soon as she disappeared behind the bathroom door, he turned to Amit. “I see the way look at her” said John.
“What do you mean?” asked Amit, his voice tinged with concern.
“I mean, I can see it in your eyes. You want her. And I know she wants you too” said John, a smug grin spread across his face.
“I don’t mind it, so long as I can be part of it too? What do you say boy? Would you fuck your childhood friend with me? “ asked John with a smirk, replies Amit without thinking twice "Hell yes" he said.
The idea of bedding Priya, his childhood friend, had been a fantasy of Amit's for years now. And with her willingness to spare herself to please him to save her visa status, Amit couldn't help but feel a sense of power and entitlement.
"I knew you'd say that, Amit," said John, his eyes gleaming with lust. “The Arse is mine, I’ll let you have her pussy and we can share those pillow lips around both our cocks” said John smiling. smirk on his face.
I was in my room changing, I had just taken the saree off and was looking for nightie - naked. Both men walked into the as I turned around as flashed them. “Wow Priya, have you grown up!” Said Amit and whistling.
“Baby I’ve decided to share you with Amit tonight, please now get on your knees and show your friend a good time, I want you to suck his cock” said John my husband. I looked at Amit, my childhood friend. He looked back at me, uncertain of what to do or say. I could see the hesitation and discomfort in his eyes, but then I noticed something else, something darker. I could see a hunger, an urge to take advantage of the situation. I knew what was happening here, this was not the first time John had shared me with his friends or strangers. It was always during his business trips or parties where alcohol flowed freely and women from lower classes were invited for their pleasure.
He thought of it as a conquest, an achievement to add to his list. It was never about connection, it was just about using a woman to fulfill his violent sexual desires. I knew this, and yet I still went along with it, feeling helpless and powerless to change my situation.
I saw Amit's hesitation fade away, being replaced by a smoldering hunger. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I don't know if it was fear or excitement, but I knew I couldn't back out now.
John's hand gripped my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. "Priya, we have a guest," he said, his tone dripping with poison.
My heart was pounding in my chest as Amit stood there, looking uncomfortable and nervous. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, and I knew that he was just as awkward as I felt.
But John didn't seem to notice. He was already undressing, letting his pants drop to the ground and revealing his already hard cock.
I looked away, feeling a mixture of shame and disgust wash over me.
I couldn't believe I had let myself get involved in such a degrading situation.
But yet here I was, standing in front of my childhood friend Amit, about to perform yet another humiliating act for John's pleasure.
"Come on, Priya," John said, his tone almost commanding. "You know you want it too."
I hesitated, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I could feel Amit's eyes on me, eager and hungry. I felt a strange combination of emotions surging through me - fear, revulsion, excitement.
This was not at all what I had planned when I agreed to let Amit stay over. But John was insistent, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him, not after all he had done for me.
I took a step closer to Amit, my heart pounding in my chest. I searched his eyes and saw a mix of hunger and nervousness reflected back at me. I knew this wasn't what he had signed up for, but I also knew that he couldn't resist the allure of my body.
Amit stood frozen, unable to speak or move as I made my way towards him.
I could see him swallow hard, his gaze transfixed on my lips. I was just as lost in his eyes. I could see the want and desire in them, and I couldn't deny that the same desire was coursing through me.
"Do it, Priya," John said, his voice husky with lust. "Show Amit how good you are."
I hesitated for a moment longer, then I reached out and slowly began to unbutton Amit's jeans. I didn't break eye contact with him as I lowered his pants to the floor.
I could see the bulge in his underwear, straining against the fabric. My heart raced as I slowly slid his briefs down his thighs, revealing his hard cock.
"Fuck," Amit breathed, his hands gripping my shoulders. "Priya, what-"
"Shh," I hushed him, placing a finger on his lips. "Let me take care of you."
I sunk to my knees before him, my hands trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
The anticipation was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing as I stared at the cock in front of me.
It was thick, pulsing with a life of its own, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat of his flesh against my skin.
Amit let out a low moan as I began to stroke him gently, my hands moving up and down in slow, measured strokes.
I leaned in closer, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his skin.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of salt and musk on my tongue.
Amit's breathing grew ragged as I took him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I sucked him in.
I could feel John's gaze on me as I moved my head up and down in a steady rhythm, taking Amit in deeper with each thrust. My hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding it in and out of my mouth as I sucked him off.
I could feel his hips thrusting forward, driving himself deeper into my mouth. I could feel my jaw starting to ache from the strain of taking him all in.
I could hear John's voice in the background, encouraging me on, telling me how good I was at this. I blocked him out and focused on the task at hand. I wrapped my other hand around Amit's balls, massaging them gently, feeling their weight in my hand.
Amit's breathing grew more ragged as he got closer to climax.
I could feel his balls tightening in my hand, and I knew he was close.
"Fuck, Priya, I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulder.
I nodded, not breaking my rhythm as I sucked harder and faster. He let out a guttural cry as he came, filling my mouth with a salty, bitter warmth. I swallowed it down, feeling my own arousal growing.
John watched as I pleasured Amit, his gaze filled with a dark hunger. I avoided looking at him, focusing instead on Amit and his reactions.
Amit was shocked and overwhelmed but his curiosity was evident, clouding his confusion. I saw him glance down at the shaft that was now fully exposed above me and swallow audibly.
"Priya, what-?" Amit stuttered, his words trailing off as he stared down at me, angst and arousal clashing in his eyes.
"I want you to fuck me, Amit," I said, voicing the words that had been floating in my head for days.
Amit's gaze never left my face, as he slowly moved closer to me.
I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I knew he was feeling conflicted about what was about to happen. I didn't blame him, I felt the same way.
But the pull towards each other was too strong, and I knew we both wanted this, even if it was just for one night.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I could feel his erection pressing against me, giving me the courage to take the final step. I reached down and gripped him firmly, feeling him twitch in my hand.
“I want you in me, Amit,” I whispered, looking up at him with a mixture of lust and fear.
“But what about John?” Amit asked, glancing over at him.
John just smirked and nodded his head, indicating that it was alright.
It seemed that he was enjoying the show a little too much.
Amit hesitated for a moment before nodding, and we moved towards the bedroom.
As soon as we were inside, he crushed his lips against mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue seeking out mine.
I met his advances, my own heart racing with excitement and anticipation. His hands roamed over my body, lingering on my breasts before sliding down to my hips. He tugged off my dress in one swift motion, leaving me standing there in just my hoop earrings as naked as the day I was born.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire as they trailed over every inch of me. I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine as he reached behind me and squeeze both my tits. Just as the door opened and John naked and hard entered the room. He had a look of pure lust on his face as he took in the sight of his wife naked and ready for action. Amit saw his friend coming in, and his confidence faltered for a moment, but then Priya grabbed him by the hand, leading him to the bed, which was already scattered with pillows and blankets.
"Don't worry about John," she said, her voice low and sultry. "He gets off on watching."
Amit nodded, his heart racing as Priya pulled him closer to her.
I got on all fours on the bed. I started tying my hair in a bun. As I felt Amit licking my pussy prepping it for what was coming. Then I felt it, his hard young cock deep in my pussy. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” I sighed eyes closed and pop! John had slipped his fat cock in my mouth. Here I was suddenly spit roasted between my young friend and the old man I called my husband. It was an exhilarating feeling having a 20 something year old cock and 60 something old cock in me on both sides. I felt more like a woman than ever before. All I wanted was to get fucked into oblivion by these two men, and honestly just any men. It was in this moment I realised, my true purpose on this earth was to make sure every man had a mouth that would suck their cocks, a pussy that was always ready for some action. I was built for fucking and this was the life I wanted for myself. John's hands gripped my shoulders as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my waiting mouth. He tasted salty and musky, the taste of his desire coating my tongue. I reached out and gripped his shaft firmly, feeling the muscles in his thighs tense with every thrust. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and saw a dark hunger in his eyes.
At the same time, Amit was all over me, his lips leaving kisses on my back and neck. His hands fondled my breasts lasciviously, leaving a warm sensation.
I let out a soft moan, reacting to his touch. He took this as an invitation to continue, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking on it firmly. I involuntarily arched my back, feeling the sensation spread from my breasts to my pussy.
Meanwhile, John was not idle either. He grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to direct my mouth to the tip of his throbbing cock. "Suck it, you dirty little whore," he growled, slapping my face with his cock.
I gasped as the head of his penis hit my cheek with a loud smack. I heard Amit's sharp intake of breath as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of John's harsh words and rough handling, trying to block out the sound of my own moans.
After minutes of tag teaming me from my mouth and my pussy both men came almost seconds apart filling my mouth and vagina with their baby juice. Their wild eyes rolled back, jaw slacked while grunts and expletives escaped as their climaxes overtook them.
Panting and desperate for a moment of respite, I finally got off my hands and knees, feeling like a well-fucked whore. It was exhilarating. It was empowering. I felt like a porn star. My cunt and mouth full of their foul-tasting seed.
Priya glanced up at her husband, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
I slept naked between the two men, Amit fell asleep, I whispered to John. “Thanks John for opening my eyes to my true self, I now know my purpose on earth was to come to this country and get fucked by men and make sure that I use my body to pleasure men in need. I am blessed with lips that men deserve to have around their cock, a pussy I want to dedicate to getting fucked by as many men as possible” I looked at John with gratitude. John smirked and ran his fingers through my hair. “Ah Priya, you are a natural born fuck toy, and I am just helping you honor your true callings” he replied.
His hands gripped my shoulder as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my waiting mouth. I welcomed it, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, taking every inch of him in, coating him with my saliva. He grunted with pleasure, and I could feel his hands tighten on my hair.
I popped off his dick for a second. “Baby, I really want to get fucked by Mike our lawyer, can I get fucked by him after we lodge my visa tomorrow?” I asked meekly. I could feel my cheeks flush at the audacity of my request. I wanted to explore and push the boundaries of my sexuality. And John, my husband, had always been open to the idea of me sleeping with other men. He found it extremely erotic, and it was a kink we had been exploring for some time now.
John chuckled and said, "Of course, my little whore. You can have any cock you want.