Previous Part: Pooja’s Submission – Part 1
Pooja closed her eyes. In that moment, she understood the weight of what she was about to do. What it meant, what it would change. The guilt was there. So was the fear.
But stronger than both was the desire she had stopped fighting. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered herself to her knees. Not because he ordered her to—But because she chose to.
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Pooja lowered her body and was now on her fours, waiting for the next instruction from Ankur. Ankur opened the door, walked in and held the door open for Pooja to crawl inside. He watched as she slowly came inside the room.
Pooja was surprised at her actions and submission, now completely obeying Ankur and his every command. The more she thought about what was going to come next, the more her body disobeyed her.
“I am going to take the shower, while I am gone, don’t you dare sit or stand. From now on, this is your position. When I am back, I want to see more of your skin,” Ankur said.
And here Pooja was alone in the room, on her hands and knees, unable to move. Pooja closed her eyes and let the moment settle over her. What frightened her most wasn’t the loss of control—it was how willingly she was offering it.
Somewhere between hesitation and longing, she realised that her resistance was thinning. Worn down by curiosity, exhaustion, and a desire she no longer wanted to deny. Submission did not arrive as weakness; it arrived as clarity. In choosing to yield, she felt an unfamiliar calm.
As though a burden she had carried silently had finally been set down. Whatever followed would change her, and she knew it. But for the first time, she was ready to accept that change.
She lost track of time as she recapped everything in her mind
Ankur: Did I not ask you to show more of your skin?
Pooja nodded her head. Ankur came out of the washroom with just a towel on him and sat on the sofa.
Ankur: Come here.
She waited longer than necessary, aware that the pause itself was a choice. The longer she stood there, the more certain she became that she would not turn back. Pooja crawls toward Ankur and stops just near his feet, facing him.
Ankur: Take a horizontal position before me
Pooja moves, takes a right turn and is now horizontal to the sofa and Ankur. Her entire body is now before Ankur. Her t-shirt hangs in the air from the front.
Ankur spanked her ass really hard, “I told you to show some skin!”
Saying this, Ankur moved his hands and felt every inch of her hips, butts and back. He moved her t-shirt up and felt her bare lower back. He slides his right hand from his lower back to her belly on the lower side. He felt her naval, moved to her tummy and further moved up.
He reached her boob (34C) and felt the non-padded bra. Ankur wanted to break her will (whatever is left) so that she obeys his every instruction with no will or brain.
He felt her boobs and started to squeeze them hard. He grabbed them in his palm and now slowly squeezed them with force so that Pooja feels every move and anticipates the roughness.
He felt her nipples getting erect and took them between his index finger and middle finger. He started to pull them and pinched them.
Pooja: Ahh, please!
Ankur: This is your punishment.
And he pinched and pulled the nipples again. Inserted his hands in her bra and brought her left breast out of it. Now her boobs were hanging towards the ground, being roughly massaged by him. He pulled the other boobs out and abused them, too.
Tears rolled down from Pooja’s eyes, but she never stopped or resisted Ankur’s hand. It was like her inner desires being awakened by Ankur’s action. Ankur then moved the t-shirt further up over her head and pulled it out.
There, Pooja was in her 4 in bra and jeans, with both her boobs hanging out in the air. He then moved back to her lower back and inserted his hands inside her jeans on her butts.
Ankur: Will you be my bitch from now on?
He squeezed her butts.
Pooja: Yes, I will be.
Ankur opened her jeans button, then zipped and dragged them till her knees, revealing her fair and round ass. Ankur stared at her body, her tight, upright boobs, well-maintained waist and rounded ass (34C -32-36). He spanked her left butt. And again and again.
He wished to see her fair skin turn into cherry red. Each time he spanked, he would feel her butt getting warm. Then move slowly in her ass crack pressing over her ass and pussy. The moment Ankur touched her cunt, she felt a shiver down her entire body. She remembered her morning orgasm.
Ankur could see the wet patch now forming over her pussy.
Ankur: Do you like it?
Pooja: Yes.
He pressed over her cunt, and for a moment, she almost jumped. From the corner of her eyes, Pooja could see Ankur’s hard dick coming out of the towel.
Ankur: Come and sit on my lap. And get rid of jeans.
Pooja slowly gets up, removes her jeans and sits on Ankur’s lap. She can now feel his hard dick touching her cunt. Ankur now moves forward and starts licking her left breast. He sucks her nipples and holds them between his teeth and pulls hard.
Pooja: Ah! Ah! Ouch. Please be gentle.
Hearing her request, he pulls it harder and takes a small bite. She jumped on his lap in pain, and tears again started rolling down her face. And he continues to abuse her boobs. To control her pain, Pooja shut her lips tight, closed her eyes forcefully and surrendered to his pain.
The fear she expected never came. Instead, there was relief — quiet, steady, and unmistakable. A fire ignited in her. Her body was now responding to the pain and roughness of Ankur. She never thought her body wanted someone to take complete control and abuse it.
Somehow, she started to dry humping him. Ankur realised that Pooja is now responding to his roughness. But he had his own plan to make her submit completely.
Ankur started to push his dick upwards, pressing Pooja’s cunt over the panty. Her cunt was completely soaking now. He held her, pushed her down, and kissed her lips wildly while rubbing his dick on cunt firmly.
Pooja remembered the wild kiss that started this adventure for her in the morning and felt more excited. She kept increasing the pace and moving her lower body to feel his hard dick on her cunt. Now she had opened her eyes (like Ankur asked in the morning session) to see Ankur.
She felt great pleasure, and her expressions changed. She was close to her orgasm when suddenly Ankur kissed her hard and threw her to the ground.
Ankur: Not so quickly, Pooja. Don’t you dare cum without my consent.
She was shocked at the treatment of her by Ankur. He was showing her new limits of embarrassment. But her body wanted more and more.
Pooja: Ankur, please let me cum?
Ankur: If you want pleasure, then you will have to earn it.
He moved his right hand forward and pointed the index and middle fingers towards Pooja.
Ankur: For the next 10 minutes, you can use my two fingers; they won’t move.
Ankur wanted her to be desperate and was checking how bold and creative she could get. Pooja crawled towards Ankur and then turned around. Now her ass was facing Ankur.
She understood then something had shifted. There would be no returning to who she had been an hour ago. She slowly pulled her panties down to her knees and slowly moved back towards his two fingers. She adjusted herself so that his fingers were touching her cunt.
Her pussy was now dripping wet and moist. Both Ankur and Pooja could smell her wetness in the room. Now, like a bitch, she was moving her ass up and down to feel Ankur’s fingers over her cunt between her pussy lips.
She kept moving her ass for a few minutes, and now her body wanted more. She was getting excited with every touch on her cunt.
She wanted him inside her. Her body was burning with all kinds of desire. She adjusted herself so that his fingers were on her cunt, and she moved her ass backwards, sliding his fingers inside her cunt.
She wanted this feeling of fulfilment. She moved back more, so that his fingers went deep, and she started to move her hips. Each time, Ankur’s fingers were going in deep and then coming out of her pussy completely. She kept repeating this and now started moving fast.
She had mastered the art of using his fingers and throwing her pussy onto it. She kept increasing pace, feeling pleasure that she had never experienced before. She was now becoming his slut, getting pleasure by throwing herself onto him. She wanted his warmth and physical touch.
She wanted him to make her a slut and submit to his every wish. Her body was now moving autonomously. Her mind was losing control over her body, and she was craving for his touch.
Pooja wanted to become his slut and do everything possible for him. She was on the cusp of transitioning from a colleague to his toy come slut.
Ankur felt the gush of liquid in her cunt and knew she was on the edge. He moved his fingers back. She quickly turned around to see Ankur pulling his fingers.
Pooja: Please let me cum. Help your slut. I will do anything you say. I will be your toy as you want. I am begging you. Fuck me now, please.
Ankur: You will do anything I say? Be careful in what you commit.
Pooja: Yes, I will do anything you say. I am your slut
Ankur: Come here.
He again called her onto his lap, but this time there was no towel. His hard dick (7 inches thick) is standing tall.
Pooja quickly stood up, staring at his eye, and she came onto his lap. Pooja held his dick in her hand and guided it inside her.
She felt complete. She felt as if this was what she was missing from the last 7 days. She herself moves forward and places her right boob before Ankur’s face.
Pooja: Eat me, Ankur! Suck my nipples, do whatever you want with them. Give me pain and pleasure.
While saying this, she moved her hips back and forth to get started with her first fuck with him. She was now on cloud nine and wanted his dick to reach deeper and deeper with each movement.
Ankur came forward and started sucking her nipples, licking her boob. He was biting her nipples, but this time, Pooja enjoyed the pain. She wanted more. She wanted his dick to penetrate fast. She started moving forward really fast. She kept her hands behind Ankur’s head and pushed it more towards her.
Pooja wanted him to give her more pain; she wanted a rough and wild fuck. She wanted to be his pet and toy. Ankur bit her nipples hard, and a gush of liquid moved in her cunt. She was nearing her orgasm. She took him deep this time. She was feeling the buildup and was on the edge.
Ankur knew this, and he pushed his dick in further. Started to fuck her wild, holding her waist. And within seconds, Pooja screamed.
Pooja: I am cumming master. I am cumming. Aah! Aah!
Her body collapsed on his while Ankur was still inside her. He could feel her orgasm inside. She let her head on his shoulder and rested. She stopped asking herself what came next. The question no longer mattered.
Ankur was not done with her. It was far from over. He had a smile on his face. He knew now he owned her. She is his to be toyed with. She was his slut.
Just then, her phone rang, and it was her hubby calling to check on her.
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