Chapter 1

The late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of the grand bedroom, casting golden streaks across the polished marble floor. Puja, the naukrani of the house, moved with practiced grace as she arranged the silk cushions on the large, four-poster bed. Her fingers traced the delicate embroidery of the sari she wore—a deep emerald green that complemented her warm, honey-toned skin. The matching high-heeled sandals, adorned with tiny silver bells, clicked softly against the floor as she adjusted the pillows, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each step. She had always loved the way the heels made her feel—taller, more confident, more desirable.

Ravi Sahib ji, the master of the house, leaned against the doorframe, his sharp eyes following the sway of Puja’s hips. He was a man of forty-seven, his dark hair streaked with silver, his broad shoulders filling out the crisp white kurta he wore. His gaze lingered on the way the sari clung to Puja’s curves, the way the heels elongated her legs, making them look even more enticing. He had always had a weakness for women in saris, especially when they wore heels. There was something about the contrast—the softness of the silk against the sharp click of the heels—that made his blood run hot.

“Puja,” he called, his voice low and rough, “come here.”

Puja turned, her dark eyes meeting his. She knew that tone—the one that sent a shiver down her spine, the one that made her chut throb with anticipation. She had been with Ravi Sahib ji for years, ever since she had first come to work in his household. At first, it had been just stolen glances, the brush of his fingers against hers when he handed her his laundry, the way his eyes would darken when she bent over to pick something up, her sari riding up just enough to tease. But over time, those glances had turned into touches, and touches had turned into something far more.

She walked toward him, her heels clicking against the floor, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness. “Ji?” she asked, her voice soft, her lips parted just slightly.

Ravi didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached out, his fingers curling around her wrist, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his lund pressing against her thigh through the thin fabric of his kurta. His other hand slid down her back, gripping her ass through the sari, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“You know what you do to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Walking around in those heels, that sari...” His breath was hot, his words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her chut. She could feel herself growing wet, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Puja let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as his lips trailed down her neck. “Sahib ji...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Someone might see.”

Ravi chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up to grip her throat, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp. “Let them,” he growled. “Let them see what a good naukrani you are. Let them see how well you take care of your Sahib ji.”

His words sent a thrill through her, and she arched into him, her hands sliding up his chest. She could feel the muscles beneath his kurta, the way his breath hitched when her fingers brushed over his nipples. She knew he loved it when she touched him like this—when she took control, even just a little.

But before she could do more, the sound of footsteps in the hallway made them both freeze. Ravi’s grip on her tightened for a second before he released her, stepping back just as the door swung open.

Renu stood there, her dark eyes wide with surprise before a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. She was Puja’s best friend, another naukrani in the household, though she worked in the kitchen. She was younger than Puja by a few years, her body curvier, her sari a vibrant red that clung to her in all the right places. Her heels were even higher than Puja’s, the straps wrapping around her ankles like delicate chains. She had always been bolder than Puja, more willing to take what she wanted.

“Oh,” Renu said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Am I interrupting something?”

Puja’s face flushed, but Renu’s gaze was already locked onto Ravi, her lips curling into a smirk. “Sahib ji,” she purred, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “I was just coming to ask if you needed anything. But it looks like Puja is already taking very good care of you.”

Ravi’s eyes darkened as he looked between the two women. He had always known Renu was trouble—the way she walked, the way she looked at him, the way she teased him. And now, with both of them in the room, their saris clinging to their bodies, their heels clicking against the floor, he could feel his lund hardening even more, pressing painfully against his pants.

“Actually,” he said, his voice rough, “I think I do need something.”

Renu’s smirk deepened as she sauntered toward him, her hips swaying with every step. “And what might that be, Sahib ji?” she asked, her fingers trailing down his chest before resting just above the waistband of his pants.

Puja watched, her breath catching in her throat as Renu’s hand dipped lower, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. Ravi groaned, his head falling back as Renu’s touch sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

“You two,” he growled, his hands gripping Renu’s waist, pulling her flush against him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Renu laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent another wave of heat through Puja. “But what a way to go, Sahib ji,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “Imagine—both of us, taking care of you. Puja on her knees, those pretty lips wrapped around your lund, and me...” She trailed off, her hand sliding down to cup his hardness through his pants. “Me, riding you until you can’t think straight.”

Puja’s chut clenched at the image, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She had never done anything like this before—never shared a man, never been with another woman. But the way Renu was talking, the way Ravi was looking at her, the way his lund was throbbing beneath Renu’s touch ... it was too much. She wanted it. She needed it.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Sahib ji ... Renu ... I want to.”

Ravi’s eyes snapped to hers, dark and hungry. “You want to what, Puja?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Puja swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her sari. “I want to ... to taste you,” she said, her voice shaking. “I want to feel your lund in my mouth while Renu ... while she rides you. I want to hear you moan, Sahib ji. I want to hear you beg.”

Renu let out a soft, approving hum, her fingers working at the buttons of Ravi’s kurta. “Such a good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Puja’s ear as she leaned in. “And such a dirty mouth. I knew you had it in you.”

Ravi didn’t wait for more. With a growl, he grabbed Puja’s wrist, pulling her toward the bed. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Both of you. I want to see those saris on the floor. I want to see those heels still on your feet.”

Puja didn’t hesitate. Her fingers fumbled with the pleats of her sari, the fabric pooling at her feet until she stood before him in nothing but her undergarments—a delicate lace bra and matching panties, her high-heeled sandals still clicking against the floor. Renu was just as quick, her sari joining Puja’s on the ground, her body just as exposed, her heels just as tall.

Ravi’s breath hitched as he took them in—two beautiful women, their skin glowing in the golden light, their heels making their legs look endless. His lund throbbed, aching with need.

“On the bed,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Puja, on your knees. Renu...” He reached for her, his hands gripping her hips. “You’re going to ride me. And Puja...” His gaze locked onto hers, dark and demanding. “You’re going to suck me while she does.”

Puja’s chut clenched at his words, her body already trembling with anticipation. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress as she positioned herself between Ravi’s legs. Renu straddled him, her hands sliding up his chest as she lowered herself onto his lund. The sound of their moans filled the room—Puja’s soft gasp as she watched Renu take him, Renu’s breathy sigh as she sank down, inch by inch, until she was fully seated.

“Fuck,” Ravi groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “You’re so tight, Renu. So wet.”

Renu rolled her hips, her nails digging into his chest as she began to ride him, her heels digging into the mattress for leverage. “And you’re so hard, Sahib ji,” she panted, her voice breathy. “So big. Puja, look at him. Look at how much he loves this.”

Puja didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands slid up Ravi’s thighs, her fingers brushing against the base of his lund where it disappeared into Renu’s chut. She could see how wet Renu was, how easily she took him, how her lips parted with every roll of her hips. It was the most erotic thing Puja had ever seen.

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the underside of his lund, tasting the salt of his skin, the musk of his arousal. Ravi groaned, his hips jerking upward, driving himself deeper into Renu.

“Yes,” he hissed, his fingers tangling in Puja’s hair. “Just like that. Lick me, Puja. Lick my lund while Renu rides me.”

Puja obeyed, her tongue swirling around the head of his lund before taking him into her mouth. The taste of him—salty, musky, male—filled her senses, and she moaned around him, the vibration making Ravi’s hips buck.

“Fuck, Puja,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Your mouth ... it’s so good.”

Renu’s movements grew more frantic, her chut clenching around him as she chased her pleasure. “Sahib ji,” she gasped, her nails raking down his chest. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

Ravi’s free hand gripped Renu’s hip, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her. “Then come for me,” he growled. “Come on my lund, Renu. Let me feel you.”

Renu’s back arched, her body trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. “Ah! Ah! Sahib ji!” she cried, her chut pulsing around him, her juices dripping down his lund, coating Puja’s lips as she continued to suck him.

The sight of Renu coming, the taste of her on his lund, the feel of Puja’s mouth—it was too much. Ravi’s hips jerked upward, his lund swelling in Puja’s mouth as he came with a guttural groan.

“Puja—fuck—” he gasped, his cum spilling into her mouth, thick and hot. Puja swallowed around him, her throat working as she took every last drop, her own chut throbbing with need.

Renu collapsed forward, her forehead resting against Ravi’s chest as she panted, her body still trembling from her orgasm. Puja pulled back, licking her lips as she looked up at Ravi, her eyes dark with lust.

“More,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I need more, Sahib ji.”

Ravi’s eyes darkened, his lund already stirring back to life at her words. “Greedy girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her chut through her panties. “You want more, Puja? You want me to fuck that tight little chut of yours?”

Puja moaned, her hips jerking into his touch. “Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Sahib ji. Fuck me. Fuck me while Renu watches.”

Renu lifted her head, her lips curling into a smirk as she looked down at Puja. “Oh, I’ll do more than watch,” she purred, her fingers trailing down Puja’s back before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. “I’ll help.”

Puja’s breath hitched as Renu’s fingers found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes. “Renu—” she gasped, her body arching into the touch.

“Shh,” Renu murmured, her lips brushing against Puja’s ear. “Just feel, Puja. Feel how good it is. Feel how much Sahib ji wants you.”

Ravi didn’t waste any time. He flipped Puja onto her back, her heels still clicking against the mattress as he positioned himself between her legs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, tearing them aside before he lined himself up with her chut.

“Look at you,” he growled, his eyes locked onto hers as he teased her entrance with the head of his lund. “So wet. So ready.”

Puja whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed, trying to take him in. “Please,” she begged. “Please, Sahib ji. I need you.”

With a groan, Ravi thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion. Puja cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she stretched around him, her chut clenching tight.

“Fuck, Puja,” Ravi groaned, his forehead resting against hers. “You feel amazing.”

Renu’s fingers never stopped moving, circling Puja’s clit as Ravi began to move, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Puja’s breathy moans and Renu’s soft encouragements.

“That’s it, Sahib ji,” Renu murmured, her free hand sliding up to pinch Puja’s nipple. “Fuck her hard. Make her scream.”

Ravi obeyed, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, his lund hitting that spot inside Puja that made her see stars. “You like that, Puja?” he growled, his voice rough. “You like it when I fuck you like this? When I make you take every inch?”

“Yes!” Puja cried, her back arching off the bed. “Yes, Sahib ji! Harder! Harder!”

Renu’s fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing down on Puja’s clit as Ravi pounded into her. “Come for us, Puja,” she whispered, her lips brushing against Puja’s ear. “Come on Sahib ji’s lund. Let us hear you scream.”

Puja’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as her chut clenched around Ravi’s lund. “Ah! Ah! Sahib ji!” she screamed, her voice breaking as pleasure crashed over her.

Ravi groaned, his own release building as he felt her come around him. “Fuck, Puja,” he gasped, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her. “I’m going to—fuck—”

With a final, deep thrust, he came, his cum spilling into her as his body shuddered above hers. Puja whimpered, her chut milking him for every last drop, her own pleasure still pulsing through her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the occasional soft moan as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through them. Renu’s fingers finally stilled, her hand resting on Puja’s stomach as she leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“That,” she murmured against Puja’s mouth, “was incredible.”

Puja let out a breathless laugh, her body still trembling. “We’re never going to be able to look at these heels the same way again,” she said, her fingers brushing against the strap of her sandal.