Hi guys, This is Sam again with the next part of the sex in the apartment series. Thankyou for all the responses for the first part. Let’s continue.
But before that please do read previous part: Sex in the apartment – Part 3 if you haven’t already.
As Neha sat up, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation, Sam felt his own desire for her grow even stronger. He leaned down and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. “Now, let’s see how good you really are,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
He pushed her back onto the bed, his hand moving down her body to slip under her panties. Her skin was hot and slick with arousal, and he could feel the dampness of her pussy against his fingertips. “B-Bhaiya,” she stuttered, but the protest was weak, her body already betraying her.
He kissed her neck, her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin as he made his way down her body. When he reached her pussy, he took a moment to breathe in her scent, his cock pulsing with need. “So sweet,” he murmured before diving in. Neha’s body arched off the bed, her back bowing as he began to tongue her clit, her legs wrapping around his head.
“B-B-Bhaiya,” she moaned, her hands fisting in the bed sheets. The sound of her calling him ‘brother’ while he pleasured her only made him more excited, his tongue delving deeper into her wetness. He could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around his mouth. And as she began to squirt, her juices drenching his face, she screamed out his name, the word ‘bhaiya’ lost in a tangle of pleasure and release.
Sam lapped it up eagerly, feeling more alive than he had in years. They had crossed a line, but in that moment, all he could think about was how much he wanted to do it again.
“Oh Bhaiya,” Neha gasped as she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving. She looked down at Sam, who was still kneeling between her legs, a smug grin on his face. “Your tongue felt amazing inside me.” Her voice was breathless, filled with wonder and a hint of something else – a hunger that had been awakened and would not be easily satiated.
“I never knew you had this side to you,” she said, her eyes searching his. Sam leaned in and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Neha,” he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. “But I think we’re going to have a lot of fun finding out.”
And as he slid into her, filling her completely, she could feel the truth of his words resonate deep within her. This was a new chapter in their lives, a secret they would have to keep hidden from their roommates. But in that moment, as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time, she didn’t care about the consequences. All that mattered was the feeling of his cock inside her, the way it filled her up and made her feel alive.
She wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back as she urged him deeper. “Yes,” she moaned. “Bhaiya, yes.” And as they found their release together, she knew that no matter what happened, she would always remember the feel of his tongue on her clit, the way it had sent her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure she never wanted to escape from.
The moment Sam flipped Neha over onto her stomach, she knew she was in for an even more intense ride. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with lust as she felt the tip of his cock nudge against her pussy. “Take me, Bhaiya,” she begged, her voice a throaty moan. “I’m all yours.” And with that, he slammed into her, her breasts bouncing with each hard thrust. She screamed into the pillow, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Each movement sent a new wave of sensation crashing through her body, each one more powerful than the last. And as she felt him swell within her, she knew she was going to cum again. “Harder,” she begged. “Please, Bhaiya, harder.”
Sam’s grip tightened on her hips, his own moans growing louder as he fucked her with an animalistic need. “Your pussy is so tight, Neha,” he grunted. “So good.” His voice was a symphony of pleasure, a sweet music that filled her ears as she lost herself in the moment. And as he reached around to fondle her clit, she felt the dam break. Her body convulsed, her juices spilling onto the bed as she rode the wave of her climax.
“Bhaiya,” she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh my god, Bhaiya.” Sam didn’t slow down, his own orgasm building as he watched her body writhe beneath him. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a gentle caress against her skin. “So fucking beautiful.” And with one final, powerful thrust, he came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They lay there, panting and trembling, as the storm outside reached its crescendo.
But it was nothing compared to the storm that raged within them, a storm of passion and desire that had only just begun to unleash its fury. And as the thunder rolled away, they collapsed into each other’s arms, their hearts beating together in a rhythm that was all their own. They had crossed a line, but in that moment, all that mattered was the love they had found in the eye of the storm.
They continued their fervent lovemaking, exploring each other’s bodies with a newfound hunger. Neha’s legs wrapped around Sam’s waist, her heels digging into his back as she encouraged him to go deeper. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a testament to their unbridled passion. “Bhaiya,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him hit that perfect spot inside her. “So deep.” His hips moved with a fierce determination, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his muscles tensing, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his own climax. “Cum inside me,” she begged.
“Please, Bhaiya.” And as if on cue, he did. With a roar that echoed through the apartment, Sam emptied himself into her, his warmth spreading through her as she felt herself shatter once more. They held onto each other, their bodies slick with sweat, as they rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over them.
For a moment, they were lost in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy, their hearts pounding in their chests. But as reality began to seep back in, the weight of their actions settled on them. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, a line that would forever change the dynamics of their friendship and their living situation.
But as they lay there, their limbs tangled together, they couldn’t bring themselves to care. For in that moment, all that mattered was the fierce love that had been unleashed, a love that could not be contained by the confines of their shared living space. The world outside had ceased to exist, and all they had was each other. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together.
Sam couldn’t help the filthy words that spilled from his mouth as he took Neha from behind, his cock pounding into her with a primal urgency. “You’re such a good little slut, Neha,” he groaned. “So eager for your bhaiya’s cock.” Neha’s response was a gasp, her body trembling as she felt him fill her up completely. “B-Bhaiya,” she whimpered, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and pleasure. “Don’t talk like that.” But even as she said it, she found herself pushing back against him, her body craving more of the illicit thrill he provided.
“Is that what you want to hear?” he asked, his voice a teasing whisper. “That I’m your dirty little secret?” She nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her orgasm building. “Yes,” she moaned. “Your dirty little slut.” And with that, she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. He followed quickly after, his hips jerking as he shot his load deep inside her.
They collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing in their chests. They had crossed so many lines, but the only thing that mattered was the all-consuming passion that had taken hold of them. And as they lay there, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their climaxes, they knew that there was no going back. They were bound together now, by a secret that would either destroy them or set them free.
But in the quiet moments, as the storm outside began to abate, they found refuge in each other’s arms, a silent promise to navigate the choppy waters of desire together, come what may.
Sam’s grip tightened on Neha’s hips as he pulled her back onto his cock, his thrusts growing more demanding. “Take it, you dirty little bitch,” he growled, the words rolling off his tongue like a dark caress. Neha’s eyes snapped open at the harshness of his language, but instead of repulsion, she felt a thrill race through her. “B-Bhaiya,” she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and arousal.
“Please don’t stop.” Her voice was a whimper, her body responding to the filthier side of Sam she had never seen before. He leaned over her, his breath hot on her neck. “You love it, don’t you?” he whispered. “You love being my slut.” And she did.
The words were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. “Yes,” she moaned. “I’m your slut, Bhaiya.” The admission sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her pussy clench around him. “That’s it,” he murmured, his hips moving faster. “Cum for me, Neha. Cum all over your Bhaiya’s cock.” And with a scream that was equal parts pleasure and surrender, she did, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm.
Sam followed soon after, his cum filling her up as he collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. They lay there, their hearts racing, their breathing ragged. They had crossed a line, delving into the darker corners of desire, and Neha found she didn’t want to leave. The thrill of their forbidden love was a high she hadn’t anticipated, and she was already craving more.
She looked over her shoulder at Sam, her eyes glazed with lust. “B-Bhaiya,” she whispered. “That was… amazing.” And in that moment, as they held each other tightly, they knew that their lives would never be the same again. The apartment was now a playground for their secret, and they were eager to explore every inch of it together, no matter the cost.
“Neha, tell me,” Sam panted as he pulled out of her, his cock still throbbing with need. “Is my cock better than your boyfriend’s?” He knew it was a low blow, but the words had slipped out before he could stop them. Neha looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise, but instead of anger, she saw something else – a spark of challenge. “I want to hear you say it,” he demanded, his voice a mix of lust and spite. “Is it better?” She took a deep breath, the question hanging heavy in the air. “Yes,” she finally whispered, her voice hoarse.
“It’s better.” Sam smirked, his ego swelling. “And your pussy,” he said, stroking her cheek. “Is it tighter for me?” Neha nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “Y-Yes, Bhaiya,” she said. “It’s always tight for you.” The admission sent a jolt through Sam, and he leaned in to kiss her hard. “Good,” he murmured. “Because your Bhaiya’s cock loves your tight, little pussy.” And with that, he slammed back into her, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the room. They were lost in each other, their passion a tempest that had no intention of subsiding.
The insults and degradation only served to fuel their desire, turning their friendship into something twisted and beautiful. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But as they moved together in a frenzy of need, they didn’t care. They were caught in the eye of the storm, and nothing else mattered but the feel of each other’s bodies, the sound of each other’s moans, and the sweet, sweet taste of their shared sin.
Sam began to call Neha dirty names, his voice a mix of lust and dominance. “You love it, don’t you, slut?” he said, his cock pumping in and out of her. Neha’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. “Yes, Bhaiya,” she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. “I love it.” She felt wanton, used, and utterly alive. “Is my pussy better than Noor’s?” she asked, her voice breathless. “Does your cock love me more?” Sam’s eyes flashed with heat as he slammed into her. “Your pussy is perfect,” he groaned.
“It’s made for your Bhaiya’s cock.” Neha felt a thrill at his words, her body responding with renewed vigor. “Yes,” she panted. “It’s better, Bhaiya. Your cock loves my pussy more than hers.” Sam’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached climax. “Good,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Because you’re my slut now, Neha. My dirty little roommate slut.” And with that, he came, filling her with his cum.
The words were like a brand, marking her as his. And as she lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, she realized that she didn’t mind.
She wanted to be his slut. She wanted to be the one who brought him to his knees with desire. The apartment was theirs now, a stage for their secret love to play out. And as they lay there, their hearts beating in sync, they knew that no matter the cost, they would continue to explore the depths of their depravity, pushing each other further and further into the storm of passion that had engulfed them.
Sam couldn’t get enough of Neha’s tight pussy, especially now that he knew she was his for the taking. He flipped her onto her stomach, her ass jiggling with every movement. “Beg for it,” he ordered, his voice gruff. “Beg for your Bhaiya’s cock.” Neha looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes dark with lust. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you.” Sam didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance and began to fuck her hard from behind. With every thrust, he smacked her ass, the sound ringing out through the room.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “You’re such a good little slut, taking it like that.” Neha’s moans grew louder, her body moving in time with his thrusts. “Bhaiya,” she panted. “More.” He obliged, his hand coming down on her ass with a stinging slap. She yelped, but her pussy clenched around him, urging him deeper. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and demanding. “Take your Bhaiya’s cock.”
With a wild grin, Neha straddled Sam’s waist, eager to take control of her own pleasure. She lowered herself onto his thick cock, feeling it stretch her pussy wide. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge. “Fuck me like the slut I am.” Sam’s eyes darkened with arousal as he watched her ride him, her big tits bouncing with every movement. “That’s right,” he murmured, reaching up to crush one of her breasts in his hand. “You’re my slut.” He squeezed and pinched her nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips moving faster. “Harder, Bhaiya. Make me cum.” Sam’s other hand came up to play with her other breast, his rough touch a stark contrast to the softness of her skin. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice harsh.
Neha complied, her eyes locking onto his as she continued to ride him. “Tell me how much you love my cock,” he demanded. “I love your cock,” she moaned, her voice a sweet agony. “I love it so much.” The words were a heady aphrodisiac, pushing him closer to the edge. “Say it,” he growled. “Say it like you mean it.” And with a final, desperate squeeze of her nipple, she did. “I love your cock, Bhaiya,” she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure. “I’m your dirty little slut.”
The confession was a catalyst, and Sam erupted inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated. But even as the storm outside grew quieter, the tempest within them raged on, a passion that knew no bounds.
They had crossed a line, one that had transformed their friendship into something dark and deliciously twisted. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they reveled in the knowledge that their love was something no one else could ever understand. It was theirs alone, a secret to be savored in the quiet moments between the thunderous roars of passion.
As Neha rode him, “You know how to fuck like a sister-fucker, that’s good.” Sam’s eyes widened with surprise, but his cock grew even harder at the sound of her words. He reached up to grab her hair, pulling her head back so he could see her face. “Is that what you think of me?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. “A sister-fucker?” Neha’s eyes flashed with mischief. “Yes,” she panted. “Your cock is so good, Bhaiya. It feels like it was made for me.” He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her as she rode him.
“And what about you?” he demanded. “What do you want?” She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. “I want you to fuck me like you own me,” she whispered. “Like I’m your dirty little slut.” The words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting a fire within Sam that threatened to consume them both. “You are,” he growled. “You’re mine.” He flipped her over, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sound.
He didn’t give her a chance to miss him, immediately thrusting back inside her, claiming her as his own. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Beg for your Bhaiya’s cock.” Neha’s eyes rolled back in her head as she did just that, her voice a symphony of need and desperation. “Bhaiyaa,” she moaned. “Bhaiyaa, mujhe choda.” sent a shiver down Sam’s spine.
He pounded into her, his need for her a living, breathing thing that consumed them both. They were lost in each other, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and depravity.
And as they climaxed, their cries mingling with the storm outside, they knew that the lines they had crossed could never be uncrossed. They were bound by a love that was as fierce as it was forbidden, a love that burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.
They had become each other’s dirty little secret, a shared sin that only served to make their love grow stronger. And as they lay there, their hearts racing, they whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, the storm outside a gentle lullaby to their love.
Neha’s voice grew breathless as she called Sam a sister-fucker in Hindi, her words a heady mix of love and filth. Sam’s eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her even harder. “Is that what you want?” he grunted. “For your Bhaiya to fuck you like a randi?”. Neha’s eyes widened with arousal at his use of the degrading term. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Make me your whore.”
Sam’s thrusts grew erratic, his orgasm approaching with the speed of a freight train. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice strained with passion. “My perfect little whore.” Neha felt her pussy clench around him, her body responding to his words. “Y-Yes,” she panted. “I’m your whore, Bhaiya.” With a final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her up with his cum. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies sticky with sweat and need. They had crossed a line, one that had transformed their friendship into a love affair filled with dark, twisted pleasure.
As Sam finally withdrew from Neha’s tight embrace, his cock still throbbing from the intensity of their lovemaking, he leaned over her, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. “Mine to take care of.” Neha looked up at him, her eyes soft with love. “And I’ll take care of you too,” she promised. “Every day, Bhaiya.”
They were no longer just friends, no longer just roommates. They were fuck buddies, bound by a secret that only served to make their bond stronger. With a sated smile, Neha slid off of Sam’s cock, his cum dripping from her pussy onto the bed. She stood, her legs wobbly from the intensity of their love making, and made her way to the bathroom. “I need to clean up,” she murmured, her voice still thick with arousal.
Sam watched her go, his heart swelling with a mix of love and regret. He had missed his chance with Vasundhara, but as he watched Neha walk away, her body still glowing with the aftermath of their passion, he knew that he had made the right choice. Neha had given herself to him completely, and he would never take that gift for granted. As the door clicked shut behind her, Sam felt a sense of peace wash over him.
Just as Sam was basking in the afterglow of his intimate encounter with Neha, the door to his room swung open, revealing a furious Vasundhara. Her eyes were narrowed, her hands on her hips. “What the fuck, Sam?” she spat out, her voice laced with disgust. “How could you do this?” Sam sat up, his heart racing.
He knew that the moment of truth had arrived. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying to play it cool. But Vasundhara was having none of it. “Don’t play dumb with me,” she hissed. “I know what you did with Neha. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Sam felt a flash of anger at her accusation. “You didn’t give me a chance,” he retorted. “So I took the one I was given.” Vasundhara stared at him, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief and exited the room.
As the days turned into weeks, Sam found himself slipping into a routine of fucking both Neha and Noor, each woman blissfully unaware of the other’s existence in his bed.
He took Neha every day, her cries of “Bhaiya” echoing through the apartment as he claimed her body, her tight pussy clenching around his cock. And when Noor’s boyfriend was away, he would sneak into her room, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he fucked her from behind, her moans muffled by the pillow.
The next part will be about sam finally claiming vasundhra.
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