Day 5 – The Limo Seduction
The evening began like a dream.
Geeta had taken hours to prepare—her makeup flawless, her perfume a mix of desire and danger, and her dress a crimson slit dress, no bra, no panties.
Her breasts shifted with every breath, nipples teasing the silk that clung to her skin like temptation itself. Only thin silk between her soaked need and the world. She smelled of sandalwood and submission.
Ryan wore a black three-piece suit with the top two buttons undone—his presence radiating godlike command.
Ryan didn't comment as she entered the limo. He simply looked her over with eyes that made her body burn.
As they stepped into the limo, Geeta assumed they'd make love after dinner.
She was wrong.
They slid into the leather interior. As soon as the door clicked shut, he pressed a button.
The partition rose in silence.
And the game began.
The First Tease
Geeta sat beside him, thighs pressed tight together, trying to stay composed.
But his hand was already on her thigh.
"You're trembling," he whispered.
"I'm not."
"Liar."
His fingers slipped beneath the slit of her dress, caressing the soft inner flesh of her thigh, dangerously close to where she throbbed for him.
"You came out here, dressed like this, hoping I'd fuck you before dinner."
"No—" she tried, but her breath hitched as his knuckle grazed her bare, wet slit.
He grinned.
"No panties. Slit open all the way up. You're begging for it."
"I—"
He shoved two fingers into her soaked core.
Her words vanished.
Backseat Mounting
The moment the door shut and the divider rose, Ryan pulled her into his lap. His hand slid up her thigh under the dress, discovering what he already knew.
"Good girl," he whispered. "No panties."
His fingers slipped inside her.
Geeta whimpered, her head falling back.
"You're dripping already," he murmured.
She opened her legs wider, eager, needy.
He teased her clit slowly, making her grind into his palm.
And just when she was about to beg for release—he pulled away.
Lap Fuck – Limo Confession
He turned her around to straddle him.
His cock was already out—throbbing, thick, demanding.
"Ride."
She reached between them and lowered herself, guiding him inside her slowly.
He filled her inch by inch. Her jaw dropped.
The stretch of his cock inside her—deep, raw, hot—made her moan like a whore in heat.
"Oh—fuck—it's so deep—"
"Move," he said.
She began to ride him—slow at first, hips swaying, hands braced against his chest.
She began to move, rolling her hips, grinding her ass into him.
Ryan's hands slid under her dress, gripping her tits roughly, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Her moans filled the limo.
"Faster."
Then faster.
Harder.
The limo glided through traffic while Geeta bounced on Ryan's lap like a woman possessed.
The slap of her ass echoed inside the plush cabin. Her tits spilled from her dress. Her hair stuck to her face, her cheeks flushed. Her moans grew louder, desperate.
Ryan grabbed her throat.
"You're mine now," he growled.
"Yes—fuck—yes—I don't care about anything else—only this—only you—"
She screamed as she came, her thighs shaking violently.
Face Down – Back Seat Use
He wasn't done.
He bent her over the seat, lifted the dress to her waist, and slammed back inside her from behind—slamming his cock deep into her soaked cunt while gripping her wrists behind her back.
She gasped—hands gripping leather, ass pushed out, her pussy soaked and stretched.
He fucked her like a beast—hard, relentless, filthy.
He spanked her ass. Hard.
She cried out—raw, animal, divine.
"Say it."
"I'm yours!" she cried. "Only yours!"
"You'll never leave?"
"Never!"
"You'll moan for me at dinner if I tell you to?"
"Yes—fuck—yes—"
He reached around and rubbed her clit.
She shattered.
Screaming his name.
Her mouth opened in silent ecstasy. Her pussy clenched. Her mind blurred.
And when Ryan came, he pulled her head back by the hair and whispered in her ear.
"Again. At dinner. In the bathroom."
Post-Limo Aftercare
When the limo arrived at the rooftop restaurant, Geeta was still catching her breath.
Her makeup was smudged. Her inner thighs were slick. Ryan tucked himself away like nothing happened, handed her a fresh lip gloss, and whispered:
"Fix yourself. Then smile."
After fixing herself, Geeta stepped out with her knees still shaking.
Ryan walked beside her.
Everyone saw a goddess.
No one knew she was still filled with his cum.
Day 6 – Elevator + Rooftop Ruin
They were supposed to go to a private event hosted on a skyscraper rooftop—a masquerade attended by Dubai's elite. The party was glamorous. A masquerade of billionaires, heiresses, and Arab royalty.
Ryan and Geeta were dressed like walking sin—he in black velvet, she wore a gold mask and a black backless gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. No panties. Again. A slit ran all the way up her right leg, revealing the vine tattoo curling up her thigh. But for Ryan, Geeta was the only exhibition he cared to bring.
As they stepped into the private penthouse elevator, Ryan pressed a button.
Then another.
Then used a special key to stop the lift halfway up.
The elevator jerked softly and froze between floors.
The lights dimmed to gold.
Geeta looked at him—wide-eyed, lips parted.
"You didn't—"
He grabbed her throat and kissed her.
Elevator Domination
Ryan spun her around, pressing her against the mirrored wall. Her mask tilted down, and her face reflected in the wall-length glass.
"Look at yourself," he growled, lifted her dress, exposing her bare ass, and sliding his fingers over her bare folds.
"You're not wearing anything under this?"
"You told me not to—"
"And you obeyed like a good little slut."
He slapped her ass hard.
She cried out.
He shoved two fingers into her soaking pussy, pumping roughly. Her moans echoed in the glass chamber.
"Someone could open the door at any moment," she whispered.
"That's the thrill."
He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her cheeks, licking her from behind with long, slow strokes.
Geeta moaned, body arching, hands smearing the glass.
"Don't stop," she begged.
He stood, unzipped his pants, gripped her hips, and thrust into her mid-sentence, with one brutal thrust.
Her scream echoed against the metal walls.
Fast, Brutal, Filthy, Rough & Raw
He fucked her hard, hair wrapped around his fist, tits bouncing against the mirror like he was punishing her for existing.
Every thrust pushed her forward into the mirror, her lipstick smearing on the glass. Her legs buckled. Her hair tangled in his fingers.
"You love being used in public?"
"Yes—yes—I'm your whore—"
He reached down and rubbed her clit.
"I'm going to cum—" she sobbed.
She came hard, legs shaking, crying out his name as her reflection twisted with pleasure.
"Again," he growled.
He turned her around, lifted her against the wall and fucked her midair, her heels knocking against the paneling, her pussy drenched and twitching with overstimulation.
She came again.
And again.
Ryan bit her neck, thrusting harder, faster—until her entire body clenched and she came, screaming into his shoulder.
He finished deep inside her again—letting it drip down her thighs as he set her down gently.
Then he pressed the button.
And the elevator resumed its ascent.
Rooftop Claiming
The rooftop party glowed with lights and music. Elegant, untouchable women walked past in feathers and velvet. Ryan brought Geeta to the edge of the roof—just out of view of the main event.
They looked over the skyline.
Then he turned her to face the edge, lifted her gown, and pulled her back onto his cock.
"Ryan—again?" she gasped.
He said nothing.
He just claimed her.
Bent over the railing, fucking her under the moonlight, masked strangers just meters away.
Her eyes rolled back. Her arms stretched out, fingers clawing the air as she came again.
No one knew.
But the city felt it.
Later that night, hidden in the shadows of the rooftop garden, Ryan sat on a bench with Geeta straddling him.
Her mask was still on.
Her cunt wrapped around his cock.
His hands gripped her ass as she rode him under the stars, the music of the party just out of reach.
He whispered filth into her ear, praising how tight she felt, how ruined she was, how she would never belong to anyone else again.
She moaned into his mouth as he came inside her again for an unknown number of times that week.
And she fell asleep with a smile on her face wrapped in his arms and his dick still burried inside her pussy.