It was late in the night, Sowmya was busy checking her emails and browsing through her facebook profile. She was still very overjoyed with her first income and was waiting anxiously for the photo shoot. Though at times she pondered what she had to do to earn the break, she didn’t care any longer. And the money just elevated her hunger for more.
At the same time, in the second floor apartment – Reddy and Borah was busy at their laptops too. “And how exactly will you send this to Sowmya?” asked the curious Borah.
Reddy was tapping at the keyboard incessantly but paused for a moment to answer Borah. “That’s simple, we will first open a fake mail account, and then use it to send a small trailer of the video to Sowmya” and he gave him a devilish grin.
“Ya that’s fine, but do you know her email ID?” Borah asked again.
“Oh yes, don’t worry about that. She once sent me a friend request on facebook. Though I have never interacted with her there, I can get her email ID from her profile” replied Reddy, and both of their eyes twinkled.
They both looked at each other, the fake account was created, the email was drafted, the trailer attached, and they were just waiting to press the ‘send’ button. Borah read it again and then nodded back at Reddy with a broad grin. And then Reddy clicked on the ‘send’ button and both of them watched as the window refreshed and their first step achieved successfully. Now they just have to wait for Sowmya’s response.
It was already very late, Sowmya looked at the clock and it showed 1.30 am. She decided to shut down the computer and go to sleep. She closed her facebook page, and was just about to close her email as well, when she noticed the inbox had become bold to indicate a new mail.
‘Wish this is not one of those notifications or spam emails’ she thought when she clicked on the inbox. ‘For Your Eyes Only’ the subject read, and then she looked at the mail ID but couldn’t recognize it. So she had no other choice but to open it to know more. Normally for spam or forwarded emails she just deletes it without even reading, but this one seemed to be different.
‘Go through the attachment, and then reply back immediately if you do not wish this to be uploaded and tagged to your facebook profile” the email contained a small but very disturbing message. Sowmya immediately clicked at the attachment to download it.
Her eyes became wide in shock. She identified the scene unmistakably – it was her, and she was naked. She was in between 2 naked men, Gupta and Shah. Shah was fucking her from the behind while she was busy sucking Gupta’ cock. It was from that resort, but who could have recorded this? And why? And there was only one way to know it.
She didn’t waste any time and immediately replied back with a flurry of questions. Suddenly she didn’t feel sleepy anymore and was completely awake, and eyes straining at the computer screen for a reply. She clicked on the refresh button regularly, but there was no response. And the hours started passing, yet there was no response. Gradually she had fallen asleep out of anxiousness and a fear, yet there was no response. The night slowly slipped into the lights of the dawn, yet there was no response.
The next morning in Kolkata – Kiran was waiting at the visitor’s area of the private chambers of Dr. Roy. Dr. Roy was a famous counselor who deals with psychiatric problems. She had taken a prior appointment, and was fifteen minutes early for it. While she waited, she rehearsed in her mind what she wanted to say, and what she thought she should hide.
Off late she had been staying really upset. The guilt of cheating on Gautam had been very hard to bear, and that made her very absent minded. It was later when her mother advised her to visit a counselor that she gave it a thought. Though her mother didn’t knew what was upsetting her, she had simply given her the advice to get sorted whatever the matter was.
Initially Kiran had felt it a little absurd to talk to an outsider about her problem. But later she thought better of it, and decided to meet the counselor for whatever relief he could provide.
“Mrs. Chatterjee?” a voice woke her up from her thoughts. And as she looked up, she saw a young lady, probably the doctor’s assistant, calling out her name.
“The doctor will see you now” she said and then led her inside the chamber.
It was a small and cozy chamber. The assistant led her inside and then left them together. Dr. Roy, a man in his late forties, looked up at her and then greeted her with a broad smile. “Kiran, right?” he asked, “come, have a sit, be comfortable” he added.
And as Kiran sat on the plush chair in-front of the desk, the doctor took a notepad out and started scribbling something. He started by asking a few general questions, like her name, whether she was married, whether she used to work or not, etc. pretty general questions, and he scribbled those down on the notepad.
“So tell me, what brings you here?” he asked after fifteen minutes of general question answers.
“Actually doctor… actually I am having a problem… an issue actually… sort of a dilemma you can say” Kiran hesitated. She couldn’t find the words or courage to speak about her problem boldly.
The doctor realized her hesitation, and so he put down his pen, and then stood up from his chair and came across towards her. “Come, let’s be comfortable first” and then he led her towards a set of couch at the corner of the room.
“Let me tell you, the relationship between a doctor and his patient is just like a relation between a lawyer and its client. You must not hide anything. However difficult it may, you must tell everything. Knowing everything is very important to find the cure to its problem” he told her in an assuring tone. “Now lean back, close your eyes, and open yourself up” he added.
Kiran leant back, and then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt a bit relaxed now and slowly started finding words to narrate her situation. “Doctor, I had actually cheated on my husband a few months ago, I didn’t mean it, and it was an accident but then I couldn’t control it…” and she started narrating about her affair with Reddy.
Dr. Roy pretended to listen to her patiently. He was more interested in checking her out than to listen to her story. Since the moment he had seen her entering his chamber, he was awed with her figure and appearance and developed a sudden desire of getting close to her. And her story, the reason why she was there, gave him an excellent opportunity to get close with her.
Listening to her story, as much he could, he realized how naïve she was and quickly decided how he can come as close to her as that lucky Reddy of her story was. And when Kiran completed her story, he again pretended to be the keen listener who was analyzing her issue all this time.
“I don’t think there is anything for which you should be guilty” he said, once she had completed narrating. “Actually this is quite common in today’s world, there is really nothing to feel guilty of” he added, still thinking how he can make her get into a similar situation with him.
“Now, to help you with your guilt, I need to know what actually happened with Reddy on that first day, so that I can understand what you exactly felt, and whether it was natural” He said, “I want you to lean back, close your eyes and then think about that day, and tell me exactly what had happened” and Kiran did exactly what he asked her to do.
Dr. Roy: “So where was your husband that day?”
Kiran (eyes closed and body leaned on the couch): “He was away on an official tour”
Dr. Roy: “OK, and then how did this Reddy approached you?”
Kiran: “He didn’t, actually often my breasts get full with milk, due to the birth of our child, and I often end up needing to squeeze some of it out manually”
Dr. Roy looked at her huge breasts, they looked so inviting, and oozing with milk. He imagined himself suckling and licking them.
Kiran: “That day too, as I was in the gym, I felt the hardness and pain developed at my breasts. At first I ignored it, but soon it became unbearable. So much that I almost crumbled in pain, Reddy noticed it and came to my help”
Dr. Roy: “How? What did he do?”
Kiran: “I told him that I needed to be alone, and he took me to the massage room. At first he thought that I was suffering from some muscle tear, and asked whether he could help. And I was in so much pain that I needed an instant relief too.”
Dr. Roy: “So you let him help? And how?”
Kiran (took a deep breath): “I told him that I need his help to drain some milk from my breasts. Then I took off the clothes myself so that he can squeeze some of the milk out of my breasts”
Dr. Roy stared at her breasts greedily, he imagined how those would look without the top she was wearing. He realized that he had already developed a hard on, and would need to fuck her at any cost.
Dr. Roy: “Ok what happened then?”
Kiran: “He… he started pressing my breasts, with both of his hands, squeezing the milk of my breasts”, she too had started feeling a little aroused, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts was evidence of her condition.
Dr. Roy: “Hmmm…. Then?”
Kiran: “Then he pressed and fondled my breasts for some time. And by the time I felt relieved from the pain, I was taken over by a much deeper passion, and craved for his touch”
Dr. Roy looked at her and realized that she too was slowly getting aroused. It made him feel a little bolder and he sat closer to her.
Dr. Roy: “So you craved for more, when he started massaging your breasts? How exactly did he touch you? Like this?”, and Dr. Roy suddenly placed his hands on her breasts and started pressing them.
Kiran was startled but she didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t protest either, but spoke feebly. “What are you doing doctor? This is not right”, she said but very feebly. She was so aroused at that moment that she actually needed someone to touch her.
Dr. Roy: “I am just trying to understand what you felt exactly” and he continued pressing her breasts, now boldly as she didn’t protest much.
Kiran: “ummmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, she started moaning. She was already slightly aroused, and now Dr. Roy was making matters worse for her.
Dr. Roy: “And then? What did he do next?”
Kiran: “He… mmmfffffffffff… he then started sucking my breasts… my nipples became very hard from the attention, and he started licking and sucking those”.
And then Dr. Roy slowly pulled her top upwards, revealing her tummy and then her bra-clad breasts. He took it off her body completely, and Kiran didn’t protest. And then he removed her bra as well. For a moment he looked at her huge breasts greedily and then held them in his hands and started pressing.
Her nipples were erect, just as she had told they were during her first encounter with Reddy. And Dr. Roy leaned forward and started brushing them with his tongue.
Dr. Roy: “Like this?”
Kiran: “Mmmmmmmmmmmm…. Yessssssssssssssssssss”, she took a deep breath. Her breasts rising high, pushing them more towards him and he started sucking them like a mad dog.
Kiran: “Ummmmmmmmmm… yessssssssssssss… oooo yessssssssssssssss” she moaned.
Dr. Roy then slowly ventured towards her crotch, with his free hand. Kiran still didn’t protest as he pushed his hand inside her jeans and slowly started feeling her vagina, from over her panties.
Dr. Roy: “And then? Did he touch your cunt?”
Kiran: “y… ye… yesssss… he pulled my pants open and then started rubbing his hands on my pussy”
Dr. Roy smiled and then he went down towards her legs, and then slowly pulled her jeans off her body. Kiran had got so horny that she didn’t stop him. There was already a wet spot on her panties, evidence of her condition. She simply kept her eyes closed and allowed him to do whatever he liked.
Dr. Roy looked at the wet spot on her panties and smiled. And not wasting any more time, he pulled it off her body as well. Kiran was now completely naked, half lying on the couch of the doctor she had just met.
Dr. Roy too, took off his clothes. His cock was already erect and throbbing. He wanted to fuck her from the moment he had laid his eyes on her. But he didn’t realize that it was going to be so easy. And now, she was lying naked, ready to do whatever he wished with her. And he stood right next to her, with his throbbing cock, and a burning lust.