“Look at me, Tina. Look at me when you swallow.”
The command was a low, gravelly vibration that travelled through his body and into hers, his grip firm on the back of her head. Her wide, terrified eyes, glossy with unshed tears, remained locked on his. She could feel the thick, insistent pulse of him against her tongue, the salty-bitter taste of him flooding her senses. Her own spit coated her chin, a slick, humiliating trail. Kavita’s whisper was a hot, intimate brand against her ear.
“That’s it, sweetie. Just relax your throat. Take all of him. You’re doing so well.”
It was surreal. It was impossible. A frantic, disjointed reel of the last twelve hours played behind Tina’s eyes, trying to find the moment where her quiet, predictable life had been so completely derailed.
*
It had started so simply. A text from Kavita. ‘Riz is out of town. Girls’ night? Wine, trashy movies, my famous paneer?’ A sanctuary. After a grueling week debugging legacy code at the IT firm, Tina had practically leapt at the offer. She’d pulled on her favorite soft jeans and a deep emerald top that Kavita always said brought out the gold in her skin, craving the comfort of her best friend’s chaotic, artistic studio apartment.
The wine had flowed. The paneer was, as promised, famous. They’d laughed, curled on the large low sofa, until Tina’s sides ached. She’d felt the stress of the week melting away, lulled by the familiar warmth and the second glass of Sula. It was comfortable. It was safe.
Then the key had turned in the lock.
Riz’s arrival wasn’t a disruption; it was an event. He filled the small space, his presence a shift in atmospheric pressure. Kavita had simply smiled, a slow, secret thing, and went to him, meeting his deep, possessive kiss with a fervor that made Tina look away, a blush heating her cheeks. Her conservative upbringing squirmed uncomfortably at the open display.
“Riz, baby, you’re back early, ” Kavita had purred, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.
“Missed you, ” he’d murmured against her lips, his voice a rough caress. His eyes, dark and knowing, had flickered over to Tina. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”
The evening’s dynamic shifted instantly. The easy female camaraderie evaporated, replaced by a new, thick tension. Tina made polite excuses, feigning exhaustion, and claimed the sofa bed, turning to face the wall. She pulled the duvet tight under her chin, praying for sleep, a silent observer in her own friend’s life.
But sleep didn’t come. Instead, the rustling of clothes, the soft sighs, the creak of the mattress from Kavita’s loft bed above filled the room. Tina lay frozen, her body tense. She heard Kavita’s breathy little gasp, followed by Riz’s low, approving growl. The sound was... primitive. A flush, hot and entirely unwelcome, spread from Tina’s core outwards. Her heart hammered against her ribs. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be listening.
Yet, she couldn’t move. A treacherous curiosity pinned her to the spot. The rhythmic, wet sounds of their kissing, the soft slap of skin on skin, the muffled moans�they painted a vivid, shocking picture in the dark. Her hand, as if with a will of its own, crept down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her cotton shorts. Her fingers, tentative and guilty, found the slick heat between her legs. She bit her lip, stifling a gasp of her own as she touched herself, each sound from above fueling her own secret, shameful pleasure. She came silently, shuddering under the sheets, a confusing mix of guilt and unfulfilled yearning knotting in her stomach before a troubled sleep finally took her.
*
She awoke to the feeling of being watched.
Blinking against the morning light, Tina’s world resolved into two faces hovering above her. Kavita, with a playful, unnerving smile. And Riz, his expression unreadable, a dark intensity in his gaze. Her breath hitched.
Kavita leaned down, her perfume enveloping Tina, and placed a soft, playful kiss on her cheek. The intimacy of it was jarring.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, ” Kavita sang. “Hope you enjoyed the show last night" Kavita purred, her voice a low, melodic hum that vibrated against Tina’s skin. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “Now, it’s your turn to please Riz.” She leaned in closer, her breath tickling Tina’s ear. “And don’t forget to do exactly what he wants. He can get... very angry.”
Before Tina could form a protest, a sliver of fear chilling her spine, Riz stepped forward. His movement was deliberate, calm. He didn’t speak. He simply hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his loose boxers and pushed them down in one smooth, confident motion.
They pooled at his feet.
And there it was.
fully hardened, standing proudly against his torso, a thick, veined testament to his blatant intent. The morning light caught the dampness already glistening at its tip.
Tina’s breath hitched in her throat, a tiny, trapped sound. Her eyes went wide, shock rooting her to the spot. Her lips parted slightly, a silent ‘O’ of pure, unadulterated astonishment. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anxiety and a strange, unwelcome thrill.
Riz’s voice was a low, commanding rumble, utterly calm. “Time for your first lesson, Tina. Submission.” A dark smile touched his lips. “And pleasure.”
“I... I don’t...” Tina stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She took a half-step back, but the counter behind her blocked any escape. Her aversion to this, to the intimacy and subservience of a blowjob, rose like bile in her throat. This was too much, too fast.
“Shhh, pretty girl, ” Kavita soothed, appearing behind her. Her fingers, nimble and gentle, gathered Tina’s hair, pulling it back from her face and holding it in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. “Just relax. Let it happen. It’s easier that way.”
Riz closed the distance between them. He placed a firm, warm hand on the side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. There was no malice in his touch, only absolute certainty. He guided himself forward, the heated crown of his cock brushing against her parted lips. She flinched at the contact, the reality of it, the sheer size of him.
Then, in one swift motion, he pushed past her lips.
Tina’s body seized. A sharp, involuntary gag clenched her throat, her eyes watering instantly. The intrusion was overwhelming, the musky, masculine taste of him flooding her senses, the stretch of her jaw unfamiliar and straining. She gripped the edge of the counter behind her, her knuckles turning white.
“Breathe through your nose, ” Kavita whispered, her lips now right at Tina’s ear, her body pressed against Tina’s back, holding her steady. “Just relax your throat. You can take him. You’re doing so well.”
The encouragement, somehow, worked. Tina forced a shaky breath in through her nostrils. The panicked constriction in her throat eased, just a little. Riz didn’t thrust, didn’t force. He simply held himself there, buried deep, letting her adjust to the feeling of being filled. And against her will, her body did. The initial shock began to recede, replaced by a hyper-awareness of every detail. The pulsating heat of him. The smooth, silken skin under her tongue. The heavy, solid weight.
She wanted it to be over, to just get through this unpleasant task. She tentatively moved her head, a shallow bob, hoping to expedite his finish.
Riz’s hand tightened in her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to still her completely. “Look at me, ” he commanded, his voice rough with restraint.
Tear-filled eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense, dark gaze. He held it, unblinking, as he began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that was entirely his own. The intimacy of the eye contact was more invasive than the physical act. She was laid bare, her every flinch, every silent plea, every reluctant acceptance witnessed and catalogued by him.
He moved faster, his control slipping, his hips meeting her face with more insistence. Kavita’s whispered praises were a constant stream in her other ear. “Yes... just like that... you look so beautiful like this... taking him so deep...”
Tina felt the tension coiling in his thighs, the change in his breathing. A guttural groan ripped from his chest. “You’re going to swallow it all, ” he gritted out, his eyes locking onto hers, demanding obedience. The first hot, salty pulse hit the back of her throat. Then another, and another, a relentless flood that she had no choice but to accept. She swallowed convulsively, the act surprisingly instinctual, the unique taste claiming her completely.
He pulled out with a soft sigh, and Tina slumped against the counter, breathing heavily, her lips swollen and slick. It was over. Relief washed over her.
But Kavita’s hands were on her shoulders, turning her around. “That was such a good start, sweetie, ” she said, her voice bright and approving. “But a good girl says a proper thank you. Let’s show Riz your goodies, hmm? Let him see what he gets to play with next.”
Next? Tina’s hands flew to the hem of her top, clutching it defensively. “Kavita, no, I�”
In a flash, Kavita’s fingers replaced hers. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed the fabric and in one swift motion, pulled the top up and over Tina’s head, tossing it aside. Before Tina could cross her arms over her chest, Kavita’s hands were on her wrists, pinning them firmly to her sides.
“None of that, ” Kavita chided gently, her strength surprising. “Keep your eyes on Riz. He wants to see you. All of you.”
Tina’s heart was a wild thing again. She stood there, exposed from the waist up, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She forced her eyes up, meeting Riz’s hungry gaze as he looked his fill.
His eyes darkened with pure, unadulterated want. He took a step closer, his hand rising slowly. His fingertips, calloused but incredibly gentle, brushed against the sensitive skin of her stomach. Tina shivered violently at the touch, a traitorous spark of heat flickering to life in her core despite her fear.
His hand drifted higher, skating over her ribcage, coming to rest just beneath the swell of her breast. He cupped its weight, his thumb stroking the lace edge of her bra. He held her gaze, a silent question in his eyes. With his other hand, he reached around her back. Tina heard the faint click of the clasp, felt the tension release.
Kavita let the bra straps fall from Tina’s shoulders and caught the garment as it loosened, pulling it away and dropping it to the floor.
The cool air hit Tina’s bare skin, her nipples hardening into tight, sensitive peaks instantly. A helpless whimper escaped her as she tried, futilely, to twist her wrists free from Kavita’s firm grip.
“Look at him, ” Kavita whispered, her voice thick with her own excitement. “Don’t look away.”
Riz’s hands, now both free, came up to claim her. They were warm and possessive as they molded to the soft, ample curves of her breasts, his thumbs circling her aroused nipples with a agonizing slowness that made her knees weak. A whimper escaped her lips.
Riz’s hungry gaze devoured the sight. He didn’t hesitate. His large, warm hands cupped her breasts, weighing them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to her core. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one peaked nipple.
Tina gasped, her head falling back against Kavita’s shoulder. The sensation was unbearable. The hot, wet suction, the skillful flick of his tongue, the slight graze of his teeth. It was all-consuming. She could feel the moisture blooming in her panties, a hot, slick proof of her arousal that shamed and excited her in equal measure. She could feel the moisture in her panties.
After a long, dizzying moment, Kavita broke the spell. “Stop, stop, ” she laughed lightly. “My turn. Tina, darling, the jeans. Off. Now.”
Tina hesitated for only a second. A quick, sharp slap on her face from Kavita made her jump. It wasn’t painful, but it was a shock, a jolt of authority that had her fumbling with the button of her jeans, shimmying out of them as quickly as she could.
She was left in only her pale blue panties, the damp spot at the center unmistakable.
“Let’s get you out of those pretty panties, sweetie, ” Kavita cajoled, her voice dripping with false sympathy. She didn’t wait for permission. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and rolled them down her hips, exposing her completely.
Tina squeezed her eyes shut, but Kavita’s voice was in her ear. “Eyes on him, remember?”
She forced her eyes open, her face burning, as she was put on full display for Riz. Clean shaven. Slightly wet, puffy lips.
Kavita leaned down, inspecting her. Tina flinched as a single, perfectly manicured finger gently traced the length of her slit, coming away glistening.
Kavita held her finger up, a triumphant smirk on her face as she showed the evidence to Riz, then looked back at Tina. “So, ” she whispered, her voice laced with delight. “You were secretly enjoying all this.”
There was no denying it, not with the slick evidence gleaming on Kavita’s fingertip, not with the helpless, aching throb between her own legs.
Before Tina could form a thought, a protest or a plea, Kavita’s hands were on her again. But this time, they didn't pin her. They guided her. One of Kavita’s smooth, warm hands wrapped around Tina’s wrist, her touch firm and inescapable. With deliberate slowness, she drew Tina’s trembling hand downward, away from the safety of her own body, across the small expanse of carpet, and straight to Riz.
Tina’s fingers brushed against the hard, warm muscle of his thigh, and she flinched. Kavita’s free hand came to rest on the small of Tina’s back, a calming, possessive pressure. “Shhh, sweet thing, ” Kavita murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Tina’s ear. “He’s not done with you yet. Feel what you did to him. Feel what he still wants to give you.”
Her hand was pressed flush against Riz’s semi-hardness, the flesh already thickening and lengthening anew under her tentative touch. It was so hot, so velvety-soft over an iron core. A jolt, equal parts terror and electrifying fascination, shot up her arm.
“He’s a king, Tina, ” Kavita purred, her voice a hypnotic lullaby of corruption. “And a king deserves to be worshipped. He can give you such pleasure, the kind you’ve only ever fantasized about in your deepest, most secret thoughts. A good girl like you... so curious, so ripe... you shouldn’t miss this. You need this.”
Riz said nothing. He just watched, his dark eyes burning with intense focus, his jaw set. His sheer presence was a command. Tina’s hand, guided by Kavita’s, began to move of its own volition, a slow, hesitant stroke that drew a low, appreciative groan from deep in Riz’s chest. The sound vibrated through her hand, straight to her core.
“That’s it, ” Kavita encouraged, her own breath hitching slightly. “Make him hard for you. Make him want to be inside you.” Her words were a dirty, thrilling poison, seeping into Tina’s will, dissolving her resistance.
Tina’s mind was a riot of no and I can’t, but her body was screaming yes and more. The feel of him growing impossibly hard and thick in her grasp, the possessive weight of Kavita’s hands on her, the dizzying scent of their mingled arousal�it was too much. Her reluctance didn’t crumble; it melted, pooling as a new dampness between her thighs.
She was nodding, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, before she even realized she’d made the decision.
“Good girl, ” Kavita crooned. “But he needs to hear you ask. He needs to know you want it.”
With a gentle but unyielding push, Kavita guided Tina down onto her hands and knees on the plush carpet. The position was profoundly exposing, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her, her rear elevated, every secret part of her offered up. Humiliation warred with a dark, surging excitement.
“Ask him, Tina, ” Kavita instructed, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Ask him nicely to take you.”
Tina’s throat was desert-dry. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the feel of the carpet under her palms. She could feel Riz move behind her, his shadow falling over her, his heat enveloping her.
“Please...” The word was a ragged breath, barely audible.
“Louder, sweetie, ” Kavita said, her hand stroking Tina’s flank. “Tell him what you want.”
“Please... Riz...” Tina forced out, her voice trembling. “Please... be inside me.”
The moment the words left her lips, Kavita’s hands were on her again, one circling a nipple, pinching and rolling the tight peak until a sharp cry was torn from Tina’s throat. The other hand slid down her stomach, through her damp curls, and found her aching center. Two fingers stroked her slit, spreading her own wetness, before circling her throbbing clit.
“He’s going to ruin you for anyone else, ” Kavita whispered fiercely, working her deft magic. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”
Tina felt the broad, blunt head of Riz’s cock press against her entrance. She braced herself, a whimper caught in her throat. There was a moment of immense, stretching pressure�a sharp, searing pain that made her gasp and tense up.
“Breathe, Tina, ” Kavita commanded, her fingers never ceasing their insistent, maddening circles on her clit. “Breathe through it. Let him in.”
Riz pushed forward, a slow, inexorable invasion that stole the air from Tina’s lungs. The pain was bright and shocking, but as Kavita’s clever fingers continued to stimulate her, it began to transform. The sharp edges blurred, melting into a overwhelming sense of fullness. He was so deep, stretching her in ways she hadn’t known were possible. With a final, gentle thrust, he was seated fully within her.
And then he began to move.
The pain was a distant memory, washed away by a tidal wave of pure, undiluted sensation. Each thrust was a masterclass in pleasure, a perfect friction that stroked a place inside her she never knew existed. Kavita’s hands never stopped, her touch syncing with Riz’s rhythm, amplifying every nerve-ending’s scream.
“That’s it... let go...” Kavita urged.
Tina’s world shrank to the three of them: the relentless, powerful drive of Riz filling her, the exquisite torture of Kavita’s fingers, and the building, coiling tension in her own belly. Her whimpers turned to moans, then to ragged, desperate cries. The pleasure wasn’t a wave; it was a continuous, rising ocean, pulling her under.
Her first orgasm hit her without warning, a silent, shocking convulsion that clenched tightly around Riz, her inner muscles fluttering around his length. She cried out, her arms buckling, but before she could even come down, he was still moving, and Kavita was still touching her, and the pleasure was building again, higher, sharper.
A second climax, harder than the first, ripped through her, this one wringing a sobbing scream from her lips. She lost count after that, lost in a haze of relentless pleasure, each peak blurring into the next until she was just a trembling, oversensitive vessel of their shared will.
With a guttural groan, Riz found his own release, pulsing deep inside her, the hot, intimate flood triggering one last, shivering aftershock that left her boneless and gasping against the carpet.
Silence fell, broken only by their ragged breathing. Tina felt Riz withdraw, a sudden emptiness where there had been overwhelming fullness. She was too spent to move, every muscle liquefied.
Then Kavita was there, turning her onto her back. She loomed over Tina, her dark hair a curtain around their faces, her captivating eyes gleaming with fierce pride and desire. She didn’t say a word. She simply lowered her mouth to Tina’s, kissing her with a shocking, passionate intensity. Tina could taste herself and the faint, musky taste of Riz on Kavita’s tongue.
As they kissed, Kavita’s hand slid between Tina’s legs, gathering the wetness there�Tina’s nectar mixed with Riz’s release. She broke the kiss, her eyes locked on Tina’s glazed ones, and brought her glistening fingers to Tina’s heaving breasts. She painted slow, possessive circles over the soft, sensitive mounds, smearing their combined essence onto Tina’s skin with a look of profound satisfaction.