Sonika Falls For Money Chapter 3

Sonika Falls For Money Ch. 03
Chapter 03: Sonika is fucked by Shatir's client in his own house.
Sonika lay on her back, savoring the erotic moments of her orgy in Ripu's office imagining the pungent smell of Shatir's balls, his eruption and the load of cum which had gone straight down her throat. The weight of Ramya's hand on her shoulder woke her up,' Hey, take this cup of tea and let us go and watch a movie, by the way what are you day dreaming Sonu?', asked Ramya.

Last Friday if not for Ramya, Sonika was going to be naked all evening and may have landed in serious trouble. Her clothes had been torn into smithereens by Ripu to start with and after all the fuck was over, her blouse and bra was lit up and burnt to cinders by Shatir over the room heater lying in the corner. 'I will go now but not before leaving you in this state, this way I will regain a hardon faster and can fuck my secretary Manjula the moment I am back in my office' were his remarks before leaving her in that state. Sonika begged Ripu to get her some clothes, he sadistically told her to convince Ramya to fuck him and he will do the needful.

This was ‘not to be' but eventually Sonika had to really beg Ramya, who finally paid the ransom of 'kissing ' Ripu on his cock. Once she did that shameful act, Ripu got Sonika the clothes and that too the skimpiest ever made to wear but Ramya was disturbed all week as she had no experience with a man before and this had been too much for her. Back to the Sunday afternoon at her collegue and best friend's house, she pressed the double bed mattress down beside Sonika to bring her out of the reverie and rolled the slut slightly towards herself.She knew Sonika was a 'man-eater', whose first love was and will always remain a warm prick whereas for Ramya, that one incident kept coming back to her mind and she could not stop wincing thinking of that evening episode in the office.

She turn her mind away from the dreaded certainty of getting fucked by these two goons one day, she was g;ad that for now she was with Sonika sleeping quietly for a change, otherwise her own house was in a commotion, a lot more since the time Radha had come down from Chennai. Ramya and Sonika saw a sleazy call girl based movie, returned home late and slept at Sonika's place. Sonika got a vague assignment by Shatir the next day. She was asked to market and sell some of the mall space in Ripu's departmental store for more merchandise and this job was not to her taste.

She came out in the sun and blinked against the glare of the bright sunlight, then put on her dark glasses. She reached the address given to her by Shatir, who also told her to wear a short skirt, which whipped around her bare thighs as she went briskly down the walk trying to focus her mind entirely on the problem ahead of her. It was pretty clear that Ripu and Shatir had pushed her into a 'sophisticated call girl's' role and it seemed, her life had been reduced to hard-core basics. In front of her faced the door of the house, which read 'LORIAS'.

Sonika had been to the Chanakyapuri area just a couple of times earlier but this was the first visit to somebody's house, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell while nibbling nervously on her lower lip as she waited. The house was pretty modern and all on one floor with the color being spotless white. She had to wait for her ring to be answered for a long time increasing Sonika's nervousness, her watch was not working as she couldn't afford to have it repaired, she had run out of money last Friday.

She was hoping to get some from Ripu as advance, but the ‘mother fucker ‘ and his friend had screwed and creamed on her, dirtying and leaving her unclean but did not give her any money. Of course she could sell the gold chain but that was a bonus not to be used so early. Reluctantly but with no other choice, she pressed the rectangular white button a second time. "Good morning, Ms Sonika Gill." Sonika was taken aback looking at the man in front of her at the door, his dark hair was flat on his head with water, it seemed he had just come out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," she mustered to say, "I thought you wanted me to . . ." "Yes I want you to come in," he stated calmly in a Amitabh Bachchan baritone, releasing the power of a rich man. "Please, come in, Ms.Gill." "If it's inconvenient Mr. Loria, I will come later?" Sonika managed to say, mentally scourge herself for the lack of courage and showing such stupid body language. "No, it is convenient now" he said decisively, "Come in. I was just enjoying a good Nadia Noyce blue flick, we can discuss your issue while I finish it."

"errrr....Is Mrs. Loria here?" Sonika asked. She followed the man reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting off to a disastrous start, she was getting really uncomfortable with Mr Prakash Loria, though he was just about five foot four, there was something about him which was truly dangerous.
He had a way, which made her nervous. "My wife and son are out of station and I need energetic and joyful company in such times," he answered lewdly, leading the way to the glass doors that opened out on to the sprawling bath tub in an open bath room.

The significant sight of Mr. Loria's bare thighs below the knee-length robe and his thick curling black hair plastered against his skin with the muscles flexed made Sonika jump, 'Maybe I should come back some other time?" she blurted again. Mr. Loria opened the glass door and stood aside motioning her through "You might as well talk to me right now," he replied and "Help yourself to some coffee," he suggested.

"I have only a few more dips to take and some 15 minutes of the movie to watch." He waved her towards the coffeepot on a table at the side. The hot coffee burnt the skin on her thumb as Sonika tried tearing her eyes away from the home theatre, where Nadia Noyce was drinking the scum of 4 guys who had just erupted on her and into that glass tumbler, from where she was sipping the musky stuff. Sonika was getting turned 'ON' and tried hard not to keep staring at the lewd shameless display, Nadia Noyce a true Indian pussy was giving the hot American sluts, good run for the 'porn bazaar' money,'Oh Wow', Nadia was a true slut, her facial expressions were just too much.

Sonali couldn't help but look again and this time her eyes fell on Mr Loria, he was naked. Sonika's hand was in frenzy, making the cup shake loudly. She looked around for some escape but found none, she wanted to leave but didn't dare. This man was a potential customer and that made it clear that she should stay, if she left now it would mean losing all chance of a sale - and the opulence she needed desperately in life. Somehow sensing that he was almost finished with his bath, Sonika put her cup down and picked up his robe, to keep him from getting out of the tub naked openly in front of her.

"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," and picked up a short towel absolutely oblivious of his nudity.Of course, Sonika wasn't. She tried to take her eyes off him, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring, and holding his robe tightly in both hands went back to the place where she had left the coffee. "What is it exactly that you want?" Mr.Loria asked her from the tub. I want you to sell your merchandise from our mall," Sonika muttered.

"Sorry - I can't - hear you," he shouted. Sonika bit her lip, her eyes were focused on what dangled below his taut stomach, he had come out and started to dry his hair, she repeated what she had said about selling the merchandise. Sonika was feeling hot inside the bathroom and her legs were suddenly very shaky, her discomfort was anything but eased when her customer stopped drying and turned to sit facing her, his legs were spread and his arms at the back of his shoulders.

Her stare went to where his cock and balls nestled between his legs. "You think that I will use your Mall?" Mr.Loria asked. Sonika knew he had seen where she was looking and was drained plus flushed. "Mr Agarwal and Mr Singh told me you wanted to see the agreement papers and will sign on them, you will, aren't you?." she once again mustered to say. "That I might" he corrected, continuing with his hands behind his head, "if the price is right." "But . . ." "Would you dry my thighs?" he asked, shocking daylights out of her. "I can't reach there because of my back," he informed her. "Just dry my thighs.

Sonika took a tight gulp down her throat, she had to do this and get him to take a slot in the mall, after all what he was asking was just to dry him up, if being nude in front of her didn't bother him, why should it bother her? She knelt hesitantly, leaned forward to grip his ankles, his skin felt warm as she started to run the towel on his thighs,' Run it inside and take it up and down' he commanded. Her eyes focused on his bare groin, his cock was holding droplets of water and the balls gleamed below the thick, black bush of pubic hair. Sonika felt a trickle of sweat start down from the base of her throat towards the valley between her breasts, she suddenly became conscious of the lack of a bra and her nipples stiffened.

"How much do you think it is going to cost?" he asked giving a jolt to Sonika who suddenly realized that he was gazing down the neckline of her blouse and watching her gently swaying, naked breasts while she dried the thighs. "Well - well over 10 lakh plus," she muttered. Her eyes were still glued to Prakash Loria’s cock. It seemed to be swelling and expanding. "Maximum 5 lakhs," he informed her.

Sonika was desperate to cut his eyes away from her breasts and she tried shaking her shoulders into a hunch by bringing her arms close together, then realised it did not help but only opened the neckline of her blouse further, pressing her breasts inward creating a crevice between them. "That should be possible," she told him, trying to keep her mind on business.
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