Sushmita Sen stepped forward from the shadows.
Slow. Tall. Graceful.
But beneath her poised steps and straight spine was a storm of lust—rekindled, irresistible, and powerful.
She walked across the rooftop terrace like a queen descending her marble throne. Her black saree shimmered under the moonlight, her bare midriff flexing with every breath.
Her dark eyes, usually sharp with confidence, now flickered with a trembling heat. She remembered exactly what it felt like to be under his control.
Rai stood still, shirt open, cum still glistening on his cock and smeared on Tanushree's cheeks below him.
He watched Sushmita approach without a word.
When she stood before him, inches away, she met his gaze. Her lip trembled. She tried to hold on to a sliver of pride.
"I shouldn't have come closer…" she whispered, breath shaky. "But watching you… I couldn't… stop."
Rai's hand came up.
He brushed a single finger under her chin.
"You remembered how it felt."
She nodded slowly.
"I remember how you used me. How you filled me. How I couldn't walk straight the next day."
"And yet you're here."
"I never forgot," she whispered. "I want it again. All of it."
Rai didn't respond with words.
Smack.
His hand landed firmly on her cheek—not harsh, but firm enough to knock the breath from her lungs.
She gasped, eyes wide, mouth falling open.
Then, slowly… she dropped to her knees.
The marble was cold.
Her pride shattered the moment her knees touched it.
She tilted her head back.
"Command me."
Rai stepped forward, dragging his cock across her cheek, smearing his scent on her glowing, award-winning face.
"You'll start by licking Tanushree clean," he said. "Then you'll show me if the legendary Miss Universe still knows how to suck cock like a whore."
"Yes… Master Rai."
She turned to the actress still slumped beside her, mouth open, cum trailing from her lips, body twitching in overstimulation.
Sushmita leaned in.
And slowly licked Tanushree's cheeks.
Slrrp.
Her tongue dragged across the younger woman's skin, cleaning the mess Rai had made.
Tanushree whimpered. Sushmita moaned.
Rai grinned.
"Now, open your mouth."
Sushmita turned back to him and obeyed.
He gripped her hair, slid his cock into her mouth, and didn't hesitate.
Schlk. Schlk.
Slrp.
Glk. Glk.
Her elegant throat stretched. Her lips wrapped around his girth as he fucked her mouth without mercy.
"Look at you," he growled. "Once a global icon. Now on your knees, drooling on my cock."
Her mascara ran as tears welled in her eyes.
Glk. Glk.
Gag.
Rai groaned as he slammed deeper.
Her moans sent vibrations down his shaft.
He pulled out suddenly.
"Turn around. Ass in the air."
Sushmita obeyed instantly, rising to her hands and knees, presenting her perfectly rounded ass beneath the loose folds of her saree.
He flipped the silk over her back.
"No panties."
"I came ready, Master…" she whispered, voice trembling with desire.
Her pussy was soaked.
Squelch.
He rubbed her entrance with his tip, teasing her swollen folds.
Then—he thrust his cock in.
PAP.
"AAHHH!"
She screamed, back arching, ass jiggling from the force.
PAP. PAP. PAP.
"You've missed this," he grunted, pounding harder. "Missed being broken. Missed being mine."
"YES!" she sobbed. "YES—Ruin me again!"
Her tall frame rocked under each punishing thrust, breasts bouncing, her voice breaking as he speared deeper into her core.
Squelch.
Smack.
Smack.
Slap.
"You think you're a queen?" Rai hissed, spanking her ass.
SMACK!
"Not here. Not with me."
"I'm your slut!" she cried. "Only yours!"
Her pussy spasmed violently, the orgasm ripping through her body like a storm.
"CUMMING—OH FUCK—RAI—!"
But he didn't stop.
He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up while still inside her, his cock pistoning her mercilessly from behind.
Thrust.
Thrust.
PAP. PAP. PAP.
"You'll cum when I say. Not before."
"Please—please, fill me again—"
And then—he did.
Pulse. Pump. Spill.
He erupted deep inside her, his cock flooding her with a second load, hot and thick, dripping down her thighs before he even pulled out.
Her body collapsed.
A goddess, reduced to a breeding hole, broken under the stars.
Rai stepped back, chest rising, surveying the scene.
Tanushree, twitching and dazed, still on her knees.
Sushmita, sprawled on all fours, cum leaking from her used cunt.
Both conquered.
Both obedient.
Both his.
And the night wasn't over.
The rooftop was quiet now.
Sushmita and Tanushree knelt beside Rai, bodies spent, flushed, and dripping with his seed. The night breeze caressed their skin, cooling the warmth left behind by hours of ruthless passion.
Rai stood, his body radiating strength and dominance. He reached down and offered each woman a hand. They took it, their fingers trembling as they rose to their feet.
He guided them gently to a nearby lounge. There, he had them cleaned up and dressed again, the discarded silks replaced with fresh garments he'd arranged through the hotel concierge—tight, luxurious, and elegant.
Sushmita wore a deep crimson gown that hugged her tall, hourglass figure, leaving one smooth shoulder bare. Her long hair was combed over one side, her face glowing from exertion and satisfaction.
Tanushree, now in a champagne-colored satin dress, still looked dazed but utterly obedient—her eyes shining with devotion as she leaned into his side.
Rai wrapped his arms around both their waists, supporting them as they made their descent from the terrace.
By now, the energy in the party hall had shifted.
The earlier pulse of thumping Bollywood tracks had faded into soft, comforting lounge music, drifting like a lullaby over the slowly dissolving crowd.
Some stars were asleep in armchairs, slumped in velvet seats with half-empty glasses in their hands. Others had already disappeared into private suites, locked behind doors with their partners for the night.
A few lingering staff cleared away empty glasses. The chandeliers dimmed.
And amidst it all, Rai strolled in with two of the night's most stunning women draped on either side of him. Heads still turned. Even in exhaustion, the aura of dominance and decadence he exuded was impossible to ignore.
He was about to leave.
Then—he saw her.
Twinkle Khanna.
She stood near the exit, a silk shawl draped loosely around her shoulders, her gown shimmering under the chandelier light.
Her face—mature, refined, with sharp cheekbones and intelligent eyes—still held that irresistible charm that had once made her a favorite among directors and stylists alike.
She had been married to Akshay Kumar for two years now, but he wasn't here tonight. Perhaps he had a shoot. Or perhaps he didn't think his presence was needed.
She had come alone.
And now, she was leaving alone.
Rai's gaze raked over her.
The body of a woman who had borne a child—but it had only made her hotter. Her curves were fuller, more luscious. Her walk slower, more elegant. The touch of MILF heat radiated from her presence, a forbidden glow beneath that graceful exterior.
He smirked.
Then turned to Sushmita and Tanushree, who both gave him knowing, quiet smiles—already attuned to their master's instincts.
They followed as he approached Twinkle.
"Leaving already, Mrs. Khanna?" Rai asked, his tone polite… but confident.
Twinkle blinked in surprise.
She turned, only to find him—tall, impossibly handsome, with two radiant women clinging to him like goddesses.
For a moment, her composure faltered.
"Mr. Singhania…" she said, adjusting her shawl. "Yes, I was just—heading home."
He smiled faintly. "Perfect. Then you can drop us."
"Excuse me?"
"To my villa," he said smoothly, gesturing to Sushmita and Tanushree beside him. "I've had a bit to drink, and I don't let my women drive after a night like this. You've had nothing, I assume?"
"I… No, I haven't."
"Good. Then take the wheel."
There was a moment of hesitation. She glanced between the two women. Sushmita held her gaze calmly. Tanushree looked away, submissive.
Twinkle hesitated.
But she couldn't afford to offend Rai Singhania. The man owned half the city. A whisper from him could shut down her husband's endorsements—or have them doubled.
"…All right," she said softly.
He gestured, and moments later, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up at the curb, its engine purring quietly.
Twinkle opened the driver's door and slipped in. Her hands gripped the smooth leather of the steering wheel, heart beating a little faster now.
Rai slid into the passenger seat beside her, legs spread slightly, casual… but powerful.
Behind them, Sushmita and Tanushree settled into the back, folding their hands on their laps, heads resting together in silent satisfaction.
The doors closed.
The car pulled away from the hotel.
Inside, the silence was thick—but not awkward.
Twinkle glanced at Rai from the corner of her eye. He said nothing, just stared out the window, his fingers idly playing with the cufflink on his wrist.
But then—
His hand reached over.
And rested gently… on her thigh.
Not high. Not low. But with a weight that sent a spark up her spine.
Twinkle's lips parted.
Her foot pressed harder on the accelerator.
Behind them, Sushmita smiled.
And Tanushree giggled.
The soft hum of the Rolls-Royce Phantom whispered through the late-night streets of Mumbai, the city lights painting streaks of gold across the windows.
Inside, silence lingered—but not the calm kind. It was the thick, charged kind that comes before thunder.
Twinkle Khanna sat upright in the driver's seat, her grip on the steering wheel just a bit too tight. She stared at the road ahead, forcing her breathing to stay even, her face to stay composed.
But her body betrayed her.
Because Rai's hand was still on her thigh.
Not resting anymore.
Slowly caressing.
Back and forth.
His fingertips traced lazy, possessive patterns through the fabric of her silk gown—lingering longer with each stroke.
His thumb occasionally dipped toward the inside of her thigh, pressing slightly firmer… inching closer to places no man other than her husband had touched in years.
Twinkle swallowed hard.
Her eyes stayed on the road, but her mind was spinning.
This was wrong.
She was married.
She had a child.
But…
Why wasn't she stopping him?
From the backseat, soft moans drifted forward.
Tanushree leaned forward slightly, her chin resting on Rai's shoulder, her voice soft and almost musical.
"He likes when you don't resist…"
Sushmita, composed as always, smiled faintly.
"He wants you. That should be an honor, Twinkle."
Twinkle's lips parted, a whisper rising unbidden:
"This is crazy…"
But Rai didn't stop.
His hand slid higher, fingers now beneath the slit of her gown, grazing the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
"Do you wear panties to a party like this, Twinkle?" he murmured, his voice low and hot against her ear.
She gasped softly. "Rai…"
"Yes or no."
"I—yes…"
"We'll fix that later."
His fingers found the edge of her panties and tugged lightly.
Her leg tensed.
But she didn't stop him.
"You're a married woman," he whispered. "Mother of a child. Driving a man like me home with his sluts watching from behind… and you're wet, aren't you?"
"Shut up…" she breathed, her voice trembling.
But her thighs didn't close.
They parted—just slightly.
A soft giggle came from Tanushree.
"She's already breaking… just like I did," she said dreamily.
Sushmita reached forward, placing a gentle hand on Twinkle's shoulder from behind. Her fingers caressed the skin above her collarbone, warm and slow.
"Don't resist it," she whispered. "It feels so good when you stop fighting."
Rai leaned in closer, lips grazing Twinkle's ear.
"I could bend you over the hood of this car right now. And you'd moan like a virgin bride."
Twinkle's breathing grew shallow.
She turned a corner, then braked gently at a red light.
That was when his fingers slid beneath her panties.
Squelch.
Twinkle shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
Wet.
Dripping.
Betraying every thought she had tried to hold onto.
Rai chuckled darkly.
"Married… yet soaking for me."
Her hands were trembling on the wheel now. The red light turned green.
She didn't drive.
Not immediately.
Not until Sushmita leaned close and whispered, "Be a good girl and take us home, Twinkle."
She nodded slowly.
Then the car rolled forward again.
But Rai didn't remove his fingers.
They began to move.
Slow, circular strokes.
Teasing. Testing. Pushing.
Twinkle's hips twitched.
Her breath hitched.
Eyes on the road—but her focus had shattered.
She bit her lip hard, trying not to moan.
"Say it," Rai murmured.
"Say what…"
"That you want it."
"…I can't."
"Then I'll make you."
His fingers plunged deeper.
Squelch.
Schlk. Schlk.
She gasped loudly this time, arching against the seatbelt, thighs clamping—but too late.
He had her.
"Say it," he growled. "Or I'll make you cum without permission like a disobedient housewife."
"I… I want it…" she finally whispered, broken.
Sushmita kissed her cheek from behind. "Good girl."
Tanushree giggled. "She's one of us now."
Rai pulled his fingers out slowly.
Wet. Dripping. Shining.
He brought them to her lips.
"Open."
Twinkle turned her face slightly—hesitating. Her pride cracked. Her marriage screamed in her ear.
But her mouth opened.
And she sucked.
Slrp.
She tasted herself on his fingers—salty, warm, humiliating… addictive.
Rai grinned.
"We're almost home."
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