Hi guys, This is Sam again with the next part of the sex in the apartment series. Thankyou for all the responses. Before this please do read previous part: Sex in the apartment – Part 4 if you haven’t already.
Let’s continue:
One evening, as Sam was recounting his latest conquests, Vasundhara had reached her breaking point. She had been listening to his lewd stories for weeks, each one more explicit than the last. She had tried to ignore him, to focus on her own life, but the sound of his voice, the way he talked about Neha and Noor, it was like a knife twisting in her gut. She had had enough.
She stormed over to him, her hand connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap that silenced the room. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice low and deadly. “You think you’re so clever, playing us all like this? But I see you for what you really are. A sad, pathetic man who can’t get a girl without lying and cheating.”
“Vasundhara,” he began, but she cut him off. “I don’t want to hear it,” she spat. “I’m tired of your bullshit. As she made her way back to the room, her thoughts were racing.
In a sudden burst of anger and frustration, Sam grabbed Vasundhara’s wrist, twisting it behind her back and slammed her against the wall. His eyes bore into hers, a mix of anger and lust. “You think you can just ignore me?” he snarled. “You think you can just walk away?” Vasundhara gasped, the pain shooting up her arm, but she didn’t struggle.
Instead, she stared back at him, her own eyes filled with defiance. “You’re the one who said I could never have your body,” Sam reminded her, his voice low and dangerous. “And now you’re going to watch while I fuck everyone else in this apartment.” He leaned in closer, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her face.
“But I’ll tell you what,” he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. “If you ever change your mind, if you ever want to know what it’s like to be mine, all you have to do is ask.” He let go of her wrist, watching as she stumbled forward, her eyes wide with shock and desire.
He knew he had her, that she was just as much a part of this twisted game as the others. And as he walked away, his cock hard and aching for release, he couldn’t help but feel the thrill of the chase. He had her right where he wanted her, and when she finally gave in, it would be all the sweeter for the wait.
As Sam leaned in closer to Vasundhara, his eyes filled with a dark hunger that she couldn’t ignore, she felt his hot breath on her neck. She tried to protest, but his grip on her wrist was unyielding. “Sam, please,” she begged, her voice shaking.
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he began to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his free hand slipped up her thigh. She felt the fabric of her dress bunch up as his fingers traveled higher, and she realized with a start that she was already wet.
He rubbed her clit, watching the shock and arousal play across her face. “Tell me,” he whispered, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Vasundhara’s eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure too much to bear. “You,” she whimpered, her resolve crumbling like dust. “It’s always been you.” And with those words, she knew that she was lost to him, that she had become just another player in his twisted game.
But even as the guilt and anger swirled within her, she couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through her body. She was his now, whether she liked it or not. And as he claimed her, her body responding to his touch, she knew that she never wanted it to end.
Vasundhara’s eyes flashed with fury as she jerked away from the wall, her hand flying to her mouth to cover the bruised spot where Sam’s kiss had been. “You son of a bitch,” her voice trembling with passion. She lunged at him, her own kiss rough and desperate, her teeth clashing with his as she tried to dominate the kiss. “You think you can play me like this?” she growled against his mouth. Sam met her aggression with his own, his tongue pushing past her teeth to claim hers.
He called her every dirty name he could think of, whispering them into her ear as he ground his hips against her. “You’re just another slut, Vasundhara,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. “Just like Neha, just like Noor.”
The words stung, but they also sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even herself, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. “Prove it,” she challenged, her voice low and husky. “Prove that I’m just another notch on your bedpost.” And with that, she pushed him onto the bed, her body straddling his as she took control. Sam’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t fight back. Instead, he watched with a mix of arousal and admiration as she took the lead, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she ground her pussy against his cock.
Vasundhara stood before Sam, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and desire. She reached down and slowly began to undo the button of his pants, her movements deliberate and precise. As the zipper gave way, she pushed the fabric down, revealing his hard cock that stood tall and proud. She took it in her hand, her grip firm as she began to stroke him vigorously. “Is this what you need?” she taunted, her voice a mix of mockery and seduction. “Is this what you’ve been craving?”
Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking up to meet her hand. He couldn’t deny the pleasure she was giving him, even as he knew it was a trap. “Yes,” he moaned, unable to resist the sweet agony of her touch. “It’s what you’ve been denying me,” he panted. “But now, now you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
Vasundhara’s smile was predatory as she leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest. “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” she whispered, her hand moving faster. “But you’re going to have to beg for it.” And with that, she leaned down, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. Sam’s eyes snapped open, his body taut with need. He knew he was falling into her trap, but he couldn’t stop himself.
As Vasundhara continued to stroke Sam’s penis with a fervor that was both thrilling and intimidating, she kept her gaze locked on his, her eyes filled with a challenge. “You think you can handle me?” she panted, her hand a blur of motion as it pumped his shaft. “You think you can handle all of this?” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered every dirty word she could think of, her voice a siren’s song that promised untold pleasure. “You want me to suck you?” she taunted. “You want me to swallow your cum like a good little slut?”
Sam’s eyes glazed over, his body responding to her words even as his mind reeled from the intensity of their encounter. “Yes,” he gasped, his hips jerking. “Yes, I do.” He watched as she took him in her mouth again, her eyes never leaving his. The lewd conversation only served to heighten the tension between them, the power dynamic shifting like a live wire. Each stroke of her tongue, each suck of her lips brought him closer to the edge, but she wasn’t going to let him come that easily.
She pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. “Prove it,” she demanded, her voice a seductive growl. “Prove to me that you’re the man I’ve been looking for.” And with that, she began to stroke him again, her eyes boring into his soul. Sam knew he had to give her what she wanted, had to show her that he could be the dominant one, even as she held his pleasure in her hand.
“I’ll show you,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “But you have to be mine.” He reached up, cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “Say it,” he urged. “Say you’re mine.” And as he felt her body tense, as she stared at him with a mix of anger and longing, he knew that he had her. For now. The game was far from over, but for tonight, he would be the one calling the shots.
Vasundhara’s mouth closed around Sam’s cock with a fierce determination, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep into her throat. Her hand worked in tandem, squeezing and stroking in time with her sucks and licks. The lewd conversation they had been having only served to fuel her passion, making her want him more than she had ever wanted anything. She could feel his cock swell in her mouth, could taste his pre-cum as it leaked onto her tongue. The power was intoxicating, knowing that she had brought him to this point, that she could make him beg for release.
“Whose cock is this?” she demanded, pulling back for a moment to spit on him, the saliva mixing with the precum to create a wet, messy sheen. “Mine,” Sam managed to gasp, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “It’s always been mine,” Vasundhara said, her voice low and sultry. “But now,” she continued, taking him deep again, “now you’re going to learn what it means to truly belong to me.”
She began to bob her head faster, her teeth grazing his shaft as she sucked him off. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the wet noises of her mouth on his cock. “I’m going to swallow every drop,” she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of submission. “And then, and only then, will I let you fuck me.” Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body straining against the bed. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But as she took him deeper, as she claimed him with every stroke of her tongue, he knew that this was what he had been searching for.
As Vasundhara climbed onto the bed, straddling Sam’s hips, she gave him a look that was pure challenge. She reached between them, her hand wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her dripping wet entrance. She took a deep breath, and with one swift move, she lowered herself onto him, her pussy swallowing his length with a gasp. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that made her eyes roll back in her head. “You’re mine,” she said, her voice a whispered snarl.
“You belong to me.” Sam could only groan in response, his body arching up to meet hers as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in a wild, primal dance, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. She was in control now, the tables turned, and the look on her face was one of pure triumph. “Call me your dirty slut,” she ordered, her voice a mix of pleasure and anger. “Call me every name you’ve called them.” Sam’s mind was a blur of sensation, his body on fire with need.
“You’re my slut,” he managed to choke out, his voice strained with passion. “My dirty, filthy little slut.” Vasundhara threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she fucked him harder, her pussy gripping him like a vise. She was taking her revenge, and she was going to make him love every second of it. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. “You’re going to come for me,” she said, her voice a sweet, seductive promise. “You’re going to fill me up, and then you’re going to beg for more.”
And as she rode him like a cowgirl, her body moving in a blur of passion, he knew that he would do anything she asked. The name-calling, the degradation, it only made him harder, made him want her more. And as he felt himself nearing climax, as the pressure built in his balls, he knew that he was going to do exactly that.
With a growl of possession, Sam flipped Vasundhara onto her stomach, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them. He took a moment to admire her, the way her cute, small ass wiggled in anticipation, the way her pussy glistened with arousal.
He knew that she was his now, that she had given herself to him in a way that she had never allowed herself to do before. And he was going to make sure she never forgot it. He reached out and slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room as she yelped in surprise. “Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “You’re mine.” He positioned himself at her entrance, With one hand on her hip, he pushed inside her, filling her completely in one smooth stroke.
She was tight, so tight, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then and there. Instead, he began to fuck her slow and deep, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that made her moan into the pillow. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear. “You’re going to scream my name,” he said, his voice a mix of promise and threat. “You’re going to come so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts.
She was bucking beneath him now, her body a living testament to her need. “Who does this ass belong to?” he demanded, his voice harsh as he spanked her again. “Mine,” she gasped, her voice muffled by the pillow. “It’s always been yours.” He picked up the pace, his hand moving faster, his cock pounding into her with a fierce, almost brutal force. And as she screamed his name, her body convulsing with pleasure, he knew that she was his. For now, for always.
The power was heady, the feeling of dominance unlike anything he had ever experienced before. And as he came, his seed spurting deep inside her, he knew that he would never let her go. The game had changed, and they were both playing for keeps.
Sam and Vasundhara’s bodies moved together in a frenzied dance of lust, each thrust and moan a declaration of war on the lines they had drawn in the sand. They whispered sweet nothings of degradation and desire, each one cutting deeper than the last. “You love my cock, don’t you?” Sam groaned, his hand tightening around her hair as he pulled her head back to look into her eyes. “Tell me how much you love it, slut.” Vasundhara’s eyes were wild with passion as she met his gaze. “I love it,” she panted, her voice ragged with need. “I love your cock, baby.”
“Say it again,” he demanded, his hips slamming into her. “I love your cock,” she repeated, her voice a whimper of submission. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.” And with that, she was lost. The anger and the hurt melted away, leaving only a white-hot need for more. More of him, more of this. She reached back, her hand grabbing his ass, urging him deeper, harder. “Fuck me,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Make me your slut.” Sam’s eyes narrowed, the power of the moment settling into his bones. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Sam and Vasundhara’s rough, passionate sex was a symphony of desire and dominance. “You like this, don’t you?” Sam grunted, his hand smacking her ass as he drove into her. “You like being fucked like a dirty little whore?” Vasundhara’s eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy clenching around him. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love it.” She had never felt so alive, so wanted. And as much as she hated the power he had over her, she craved it.
Sam’s cock pumped into Vasundhara’s pussy with a ferocity that left her gasping for breath, her back slammed against the wall with every thrust. She could feel him stretching her, filling her completely, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming his name. “You’re so wet for me,” Sam grunted, his hips a blur of motion as he claimed her. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are.”
Vasundhara’s nails dug into his back, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave of pleasure. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice a breathless confession. “I want it.” Each pump of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her legs quiver. “You’re mine,” Sam said, his voice a snarl. “You’re going to come for me, and only me.” And as if on cue, her body began to tighten around him, the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her core. ” Sam,” she moaned, her voice a plea. “Sam, I’m going to come.”
He leaned in, his teeth nipping at her ear. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “Come all over my cock.” And with that, she did. Her pussy clenched around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. “Sam,” she screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh god, Sam.” He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling in the aftermath of their passion.
Just as Sam was about to pull out of Vasundhara’s quivering pussy, a soft knock on the door made them both freeze. “Bhaiya?” came a tentative voice from the other side. It was Neha, and she didn’t sound like she was going to go away. Sam’s heart raced, his cock still hard and buried deep inside Vasundhara. “What the fuck?” Vasundhara hissed, pushing at his chest. But before he could move, the door creaked open and Neha’s wide eyes took in the scene before her. For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound their ragged breathing.
Then, with a sly smile, Neha stepped into the room. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s been missing out,” she said, her eyes raking over their sweaty, flushed bodies. “Mind if I join?” There was something in her voice, something that told Sam she wasn’t asking for permission. And as Vasundhara’s eyes widened in shock and Sam felt his cock twitch with renewed interest, they both knew that their lives were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
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