Previous Part: The Price of Desire: Samira’s Temptation
The next morning, I was getting dressed to meet the broker and owner at the flat. I decided to wear something more practical yet appealing. I chose a fitted tank top in deep blue, which clung to my figure. Beneath it, I wore a matching blue bra that provided minimal support but added a hint of sensuality.
Over the tank, I put on a loose white blouse with thin straps that I left slightly open at the neckline. My jeans were skinny, and hugged my ass snugly. I wore a simple white thong that left little to the imagination. I added a light jacket for additional coverage.
I needed to be ready for anything while still making a statement. I arrived at the flat, and as I entered, my stomach twisted. Ravi was already there, standing with the owner, Mr Deshmukh. Both men gave me looks that made it clear their intentions weren’t entirely professional.
Their eyes raked over me, sizing me up. I could see the lust in their expressions. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and I knew this wasn’t just about negotiating rent anymore. Something much darker was at play.
I stepped into the flat, feeling nervous as Ravi and Mr Deshmukh both stood there, waiting. Their eyes looked over me, and I could tell they were thinking something. The room was quiet, and my heart was racing. I had no idea what to expect.
Mr Deshmukh spoke first. “So, Ms. Samira, the apartment is good, right?” I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, it’s perfect, but the rent is more than I can afford.”
He looked at Ravi, who just smirked and gave a small shrug as if they had already talked about this. “Well,” Mr Deshmukh said, “we could work something out. But we need to see how serious you are about wanting this place.”
I frowned, not sure what he meant. “What do you mean?” Ravi stepped in. His voice was more casual but with a hint of something darker. “We just need to be sure you’re really committed. You know, people talk, but actions show real interest.”
I felt my stomach twist. “Actions?” I asked, not liking where this was going but also knowing I was running out of options. Mr Deshmukh’s eyes met mine again, and he spoke more clearly this time. “We need you to strip.”
The words hit me hard. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a rush of shock and confusion. Strip? Here? Right in front of them? This was happening too fast, but I saw the look in their eyes. I realized they weren’t joking.
I took a step back, my mind racing. “You want me to… strip? Here?”
“Yes,” Mr Deshmukh said calmly. “Show us you’re serious. We want to see how far you can go for this flat.”
My body froze for a second, but then reality hit me. There was no way out if I wanted this apartment. I was desperate. I had to prove myself. Nadia’s words echoed in my mind. “Use what you’ve got.” I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. “Okay… but if I do this, I need the rent cut by half.”
Ravi raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr Deshmukh. They exchanged glances, and then he nodded. “We’ll see what we can do,” Mr Deshmukh said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but I had no choice.
Slowly, I reached for the buttons on my top. My hands trembled slightly as I began to undo them, one by one. The fabric fell open, exposing the pink lace of my bra underneath. I could feel their eyes on me, watching closely, their expressions turning hungrier by the second.
I pulled the blouse off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, standing there in my bra and tight jeans. Ravi’s gaze was fixed on my tits, and I could see the lust in his eyes. I hesitated for a moment, then reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. I let it fall away, exposing my bare breasts.
My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I could feel the heat rising in the room. Neither of them spoke, but their stares were enough. I continued, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly sliding them down my legs. My thong was the only thing left, barely covering me. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable.
I stood there, almost naked, and could see the tension in the room rising. My heart was pounding, but I stayed still, waiting for their reaction. Mr Deshmukh finally broke the silence. “That’s a good start,” he said, his voice lower now, thick with desire. “But we need more. Show us everything.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their demands, but I knew I had come this far. Slowly, I hooked my fingers under the sides of my thong and slid it down, stepping out of it. Now, I was fully naked before them, my skin tingling under their hungry gazes.
I stood tall, knowing I had them where I wanted. Their eyes devoured every inch of my body—my breasts, my smooth stomach, and my bare pussy.
Mr Deshmukh smiled. “Now, Ms. Samira, how much do you really want this flat?”
I looked at them, feeling their desperation, and took control of the moment. “I’ll let you do anything to me,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “In fact, I’ll do whatever you want. But the rent has to be 50 per cent less.” The air was thick with tension.
I stood naked in front of Ravi and Mr Deshmukh. I had just made my offer, but instead of agreeing, they both chuckled. It wasn’t the reaction I expected. Ravi leaned back, grinning. “Fifty per cent off?” he asked, his tone mocking. “You really think you’re worth that much?”
Mr Deshmukh joined in, shaking his head, laughing as if I had said something ridiculous. “You must be joking,” he said. “Nobody gives half off for a bit of skin. What do you think this is, a charity?” Their laughter echoed in the room, but I didn’t let it shake me.
I stayed calm, my mind already working. I knew they wanted me badly. Their eyes had never left my body, and the lust in the room was undeniable. I had the power now, and I wasn’t going to give up so easily. I smiled to myself. They thought they had control, but I knew better.
Without saying a word, I turned around slowly, giving them a full view of my naked ass. I bent down deliberately to pick up my clothes, knowing exactly what I was doing. My ass was right in their faces, round and soft, the pale skin glowing under the light.
I heard the shift in their breath, the sudden silence as they stopped laughing. The room was filled with their desire now, and I could feel their eyes glued to my ass. I knew they couldn’t resist. Ravi was the first to crack. “Okay, okay… seventy-five per cent,” he blurted out, his voice a little too eager.
I smirked, knowing I had them. But I wasn’t going to settle for that. I straightened up, holding my clothes in my hands, and looked over my shoulder at them. “Seventy-five? No,” I said coolly. “Fifty-five per cent. Final offer. Or I put my clothes back on, and this is over.”
I stood there, still naked, waiting for their response. The look on their faces told me everything. They couldn’t think straight anymore. They weren’t in control—they were desperate. Their eyes darted between my breasts and ass, hunger clear in their expressions. They didn’t want me to stop.
Mr Deshmukh swallowed hard. “Fifty-five,” he said, his voice shaking with need. “Fine. We’ll agree. Fifty-five per cent off.” Ravi nodded quickly, his eyes wide with lust. “Yeah, fifty-five,” he echoed, barely able to speak. I felt a surge of satisfaction. They had given in, just as I knew they would.
I had them wrapped around my finger. Now, I was getting what I wanted. My heart raced, but not out of fear. I was in control now, and it felt powerful. I stood there, my naked body on display, every inch of my peach-shaped ass and firm tits exposed.
Ravi and Mr Deshmukh’s eyes were glued to me. Their excitement was palpable as they took in my smooth, white skin, now slightly flushed from arousal. I revelled in their reactions, feeling a thrilling rush of power. I had pushed them to the edge and knew I had them exactly where I wanted them.
With a confident smile, I said, “Okay, boys, I am all yours.” My voice was a mix of seduction and authority, a promise of what was to come. Ravi’s eyes widened, while Mr Deshmukh could barely contain himself. I knew I had them both wrapped around my finger.
I smiled, knowing that they were ready to do anything I asked now. “Let’s see what you’re capable of,” Ravi muttered, unable to look away from my full breasts, my nipples hard in the cool air. Mr Deshmukh, already unbuttoning his shirt, added, “I can’t believe this is happening…”
I stepped closer, my voice low but clear. “Believe it. But first, let’s make this fun.” I leaned down in front of them, my white skin gleaming as I pushed my tits together, giving them a perfect view. “Show me how much you want it.”
Ravi, unable to resist, grabbed my hair, pulling my face towards his crotch.
“Kiss it,” he demanded. I smirked but obeyed, my lips grazing the fabric of his pants before my fingers unzipped him. The room was filled with tension, the sound of heavy breathing as I pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly, teasing him.
Mr Deshmukh’s hand found its way to my ass, squeezing hard as he whispered, “Such a beautiful, tight ass.” I felt the power surge through me again. These men were nothing but slaves to my body. I let out a soft moan, wrapping my lips around Ravi’s cock, and taking him deeper into my mouth.
My head bobbed up and down, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him, my throat tightening around his shaft. “Fuck, she’s good,” Ravi groaned, gripping my hair tightly as I deepthroated him, gagging slightly but keeping control. I could feel Mr Deshmukh’s hands wandering over my body.
His fingers grazed my wet pussy as he knelt behind me. He whispered, “Let me taste you,” before diving in, his tongue licking my folds, sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned around Ravi’s cock, my hands working faster, stroking both of them.
My pale skin was starting to turn red from their rough touches, but I didn’t care. I loved the attention, the power I had over them. I pushed back into Mr Deshmukh’s face, grinding my ass against him as his tongue flicked over my clit. “God, you’re so wet,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he licked faster.
I pulled away from Ravi’s cock for a moment, catching my breath. “You like that, don’t you? Both of you can’t think about anything else but fucking me.” Ravi grinned, pulling me back. “Let’s see what else that mouth can do.” I laughed softly before leaning over, taking both of their cocks in my hands.
I stroked them together, my fingers sliding over the wet tips as I moved between them. “I want to hear you beg for it,” I whispered, my lips brushing against their shafts. Mr Deshmukh, his cock now rock-hard, gasped, “Please, let me fuck you. I can’t wait any longer.”
I smirked. “Oh, you will wait. I’m not done yet.” I leaned back, positioning myself between them in a 69 position. I took Ravi’s cock back in my mouth, deepthroating him once again. Mr Deshmukh eagerly buried his face between my legs.
My body trembled with pleasure. My moans were muffled by Ravi’s cock as Mr Deshmukh’s tongue worked faster. His hands gripping my ass tightly. The room was filled with sounds of slurping and gagging, our bodies slick with sweat. My thighs squeezed around Mr Deshmukh’s head, urging him to go deeper.
“Fuck, she’s going to make me cum,” Ravi groaned, pulling my head down even harder onto his cock. I took him all the way, feeling the heat build-up in his body. He erupted inside my mouth, thick spurts of cum filling my throat as I swallowed every drop. I didn’t stop, though.
I kept going, sucking him dry as Mr Deshmukh’s fingers slid into my pussy, pumping in rhythm with his tongue. I let out a loud moan, my body shaking as the pleasure coursed through me. “Yes, just like that,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Mr Deshmukh pulled away, panting. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I stood up, wiping the corner of my mouth. “Not yet,” I teased. “Let me see how desperate you are.” I positioned myself on all fours, presenting my ass to them. “Who’s going first?”
Ravi, still catching his breath after his release, was mesmerized by my ass, perfectly round and inviting. He didn’t hesitate, kneeling behind me, his cock already hardening again as he positioned himself. I looked over my shoulder, smirking at him.
“Take your time, boys,” I teased, wiggling my ass. “We’re not in a rush, are we?” Ravi gripped my hips, unable to resist any longer. His cock slid between my ass cheeks, teasing my wet pussy before finally entering me, inch by inch. I let out a low moan as he filled me up, my body arching forward.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ravi groaned, thrusting deeper into me. Mr Deshmukh watched in awe, stroking himself as Ravi’s cock disappeared into my body. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Move over. I want some of that,” he demanded, standing up, his cock throbbing with need.
Ravi chuckled but didn’t stop. He began pounding into me, his grip on my ass tightening with each thrust. I moaned louder, my body rocking back against him, loving the way he filled me up completely. “Both of you, together,” I moaned, glancing at Mr Deshmukh. “I want both of you inside me.”
Mr Deshmukh didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt in front of me, his cock brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth, taking him in eagerly, my throat relaxing as he pushed deep. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, my muffled moans, and the men’s grunts of pleasure.
Ravi’s thrusts grew harder, slamming into me from behind as Mr Deshmukh fucked my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair. My body was on fire, and my skin flushed red as both men took me. I was in control, even as they used me. I could feel their desperation, their need to claim every inch of me. I loved it.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” Ravi groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me back harder against him. I moaned around Mr Deshmukh’s cock, my mouth working him over as I felt Ravi’s cock swell inside me.
The pressure and pleasure were overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy through my entire body. I could taste the salty pre-cum from Mr Deshmukh, his cock throbbing against my tongue as I swallowed every drop.
“Cum for me,” I whispered, my voice muffled but firm, my breath hot against Mr Deshmukh’s shaft. “I want you both to let go.” Ravi let out a desperate cry, his hips slamming against me one final time as he erupted inside me. I felt his warm cum flood my pussy, each spurt causing me to shiver with pleasure.
My orgasm was building, the sensation of being filled and used by both men driving me wild. Mr Deshmukh, seeing Ravi’s release, couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled my head down, his cock twitching as he began to cum in my mouth.
I swallowed eagerly, taking in his load, my mouth full of his thick, salty cum. With a final moan, I pulled away, my face flushed and glistening with sweat and cum. I took a deep breath, feeling utterly satisfied as I looked at the two men, now panting and exhausted.
Both Ravi and Mr Deshmukh were spent, their bodies collapsing against each other as they tried to catch their breath. I stood up, feeling the heat from their release on my skin, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. “That was incredible,” I said, my voice low and satisfied.
I glanced at them, knowing they were completely under my control. “I think we’ve reached a good compromise. How about we finalize that rent reduction?” Ravi and Mr Deshmukh exchanged glances. Their eyes were still full of desire but also a newfound respect for my power.
Ravi finally nodded, catching his breath. “Alright, we’ll make the deal. You’ve earned it.”
I smiled, feeling a surge of triumph. I had used my body to its fullest advantage, and now I had the leverage I needed. As I dressed, I could feel their gazes lingering on me, a reminder of the power I wielded. The negotiation was far from over, but for now, I had secured a victory.
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