Anuradha's Seduction Goes Too Far

Author's comment: I am the protagonist of this story and it is based on my real-life experience with some added spice for your entertainment. Feel free to give any feedback or ask questions.

I am Anuradha, a 28-year-old single Indian lady. I work as a fitness trainer at a local gym in Gujarat. I take pride in my toned and athletic physique. At 5'9", I have a long and lean build. My skin is smooth and supple, a warm caramel tone that glows in the sunlight. But my favorite feature of my body has to be my curves. My hips are round and full, tapering down to a slim waist that begs to be held. And above them, my ample breasts rise and fall with each breath, full and firm to the touch. I have been told they are a perfect handful, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride in that. But my body is more than just its physical attributes - it is a vessel for my desires, a tool for my pleasure, and a canvas for my lover's touch. And I am always eager to explore it, to push its limits, and to revel in its pleasures.

My hair is one of my most prized possessions, cascading down my back in a silky black sheet that shimmers in the light. It's long, reaching all the way to my waist, and thick with volume. I love the way it feels when I run my fingers through it, the way it catches in the breeze when I'm walking outside, and the way it looks when I have it styled in intricate braids or loose waves. Each strand is soft to the touch, and when it catches the light just right, it seems to sparkle like a diamond. The color is deep and rich, like the night sky, and it makes a striking contrast against my fair skin. I take great pride in taking care of my hair, and I never use harsh chemicals or heat styling tools that might damage it. Instead, I nourish it with natural oils and conditioners, ensuring that it stays healthy and lustrous. When I'm out in public, I often catch men glancing my way, mesmerized by the beauty of my hair. And I can't blame them - after all, it's one of my most alluring features, and it's just another weapon in my seduction arsenal.

Now let me introduce you to my best friend, Kavita. Kavita is not as physically appealing as I am, but she makes up for it with her kind heart. Her warm smile is enough to light up any room and her gentle touch can make even the toughest of men melt. Her conservativeness only adds to her allure, as she holds her values and beliefs with such grace and poise. It's no wonder that she is an amazing friend, as she always puts others before herself and is always there to lend a helping hand.

Her modest attire only enhances her natural beauty, as she never tries too hard to impress anyone with her looks. Instead, she relies on her wit and intelligence to charm those around her. She is the epitome of a lady, always conducting herself with grace and dignity. Even when faced with the most challenging situations, she manages to keep her cool and stay true to herself. I am fortunate to have her as my best friend, and I know that I can always count on her no matter what. All of this is about to change as Kavita gets engaged to Rohit.

Rohit is a very wealthy and powerful man, with a muscular build that he's not afraid to show off at the gym. He's known to be flirtatious and confident, often charming those around him with his smooth words and captivating gaze. But what really sets him apart is his impressive size "down there,". Many women are drawn to him like moths to a flame, unable to resist the allure of his money and his body, including me. Some say he's a playboy, but he's always been faithful to Kavita, whom he truly loves and treasures above all others.

Ever since Kavita got engaged to Rohit, I have been jealous. I am way better looking than her and I would do things to Rohit that Kavita wouldn't even let him think about. I am everything she is and more. I know she is my best friends but I can't take this lust any longer. I should be the one with him. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it. I am stuck on the side-lines, watching him with Kavita. It's a feeling of helplessness that I can't shake, and it only intensifies my desire for him.

As Kavita and Rohit's relationship continued and they got engaged, I felt more and more resentment towards Kavita and an unending obsession for Rohit. What made it worse is that I saw him everyday at the gym and whenever we talked, he would often get this mild boner. I knew he fancied me. Our initial conversations were light and friendly, but there was an undeniable chemistry between us. As we continued to talk, our conversations grew deeper and more meaningful. We shared our dreams, our fears, and our passions. I was drawn to his ambition and his confidence, and he seemed to appreciate my intelligence and my sense of humor.

Despite my feelings for Rohit, I couldn't help but feel jealous of Kavita. I knew that she was engaged to him, and it made me feel guilty for wanting him so badly. But the more time I spent with him, the more I realized that our connection was undeniable. I knew that I had to follow my heart, no matter what the consequences may be. The obsession grew too much to control. I had never touched myself over a man. Everyone I desired, was at my feet whenever I wanted but not this stud. For the first time, I was clueless and out of my depth. Little did I know, Life was about to give me a golden opportunity.

It is Kavita's birthday and Rohit has thrown a party in his big mansion. I was engulfed in my anger at Kavita. I tried to ignore it, but every time I looked at Kavita's smiling face, my blood boiled. She had everything I wanted - a perfect life, a successful career, and now she had my man. It was almost too much to bear.

I knew it wasn't Kavita's fault, but that didn't stop me from feeling furious. I couldn't help but imagine all the dirty, naughty things that Rohit and I could be doing if it wasn't for her. It was as if she was trying to steal him away from me, and I wouldn't stand for it. I was determined to make Rohit mine, no matter what it took. I would stop at nothing to get him, even if it meant hurting Kavita in the process. I couldn't let her stand in the way of true love, and I would do anything to make sure that Rohit knew that he belonged with me.

It was time to unleash the sultry Anuradha on Rohit on Kavita's birthday. It was time for a shower and outdress everyone at the party. As I stand under the hot water, my mind begins to drift to thoughts of Rohit. The steam fills the air as I close my eyes, imagining his muscular body pressed against mine. I can feel the heat rising within me as I run my hands down my body, picturing his strong arms wrapped around me. My thoughts become more and more intense as I imagine his lips on my neck, his hands exploring my body. I can feel my heart racing and my breath quickening as I become more and more aroused. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to be with him, to experience his touch and his passion.

The water washes over me, but it does little to cool the fire that is burning inside me. I know that these thoughts are dangerous, that they could lead me down a path that I may regret, but I can't help myself. Rohit is all I can think about, and the desire that he ignites within me is overwhelming. But today I will have him no matter what.

I step back and admire myself in the full-length mirror. I'm wearing a stunning saree. The fabric is a rich, deep shade of green, almost like emerald, and it shimmers in the light as I move. The saree is made of a fine silk that feels soft and smooth against my skin, and it clings to my curves in all the right places. The pallu, or the decorative end of the saree, is embroidered with intricate gold and silver thread work. The patterns are so intricate, it's as if each strand was placed with a surgeon's precision. The embroidery runs all along the border of the saree as well, creating a beautiful frame around my hips and legs.

As I walk, I can feel the pleats of the saree swishing around my ankles, the fabric brushing against my legs with a soft whisper. The blouse I'm wearing is a simple, yet elegant gold color, with thin straps that highlight my toned arms and back. It's a perfect complement to the saree, and it brings out the beauty of my long black hair.

Overall, I look stunning in my saree, and I can't wait to turn heads and make heads spin at the party tonight.

As I walked into Kavita's birthday party, my heart was racing with anticipation. I knew Rohit would be there, and I couldn't wait to see him again. As I made my way through the crowd, I caught sight of him standing by the Patio. My breath caught in my throat as he turned and our eyes met. As I walked by, Rohit couldn't help but stare at me with admiration.

He took a step towards me and with a gentle smile, he said, "Anuradha, you look absolutely stunning tonight. Your dress perfectly highlights your curves, and your smile is like a ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. I can't take my eyes off of you."

I blushed at the compliment and felt my heart race with excitement. I knew that Rohit was a flirt, but his words made me feel special and desired.

"It's good to see you too," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady. I clear my throat and try to focus on the conversation.

"Anu, you seem a little flustered today. Is everything alright?" Rohit asks, his voice gentle.

I bite my lip, feeling my pulse quicken. I can't help but find him incredibly attractive, and being so close to him is making it hard to concentrate.

"I'm fine, Rohit. Just a little tired, I guess," I reply, hoping he doesn't see through my lie.

But Rohit is nothing if not perceptive, and I can see him studying me carefully. He leans in a little closer, his eyes sparkling.

"Are you sure that's all it is? You seem a little...distracted," he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

My heart is pounding in my chest now, and I can feel myself getting more and more aroused by the second. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

"I...I don't know what you mean," I say, trying to sound nonchalant.

But Rohit is having none of it. He leans even closer, his breath hot against my ear.

"Come on, Anu. You can tell me anything. You know that," he murmurs.

"Meet me in the master bedroom." I said and ran away.

As I paces back and forth in the bedroom, I wondered if it was a huge mistake and Kavita would show up and slap me but I heard footsteps and it was Rohit and for some reason he could see through me and what I was trying to do.

"Rohit...I don't know how to say this, but...I've been having these...thoughts. About you," I confess, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I can feel the anticipation building up as Rohit walks towards me, a mischievous smile on his face. He reaches for the end of my saree, slowly unwrapping the layers of cloth as his fingers brush against my skin. With each movement, my heart beats faster and my breaths become shallower. The fabric finally falls away, leaving me in my blouse and petticoat.

I watch as Rohit takes in the sight of me, his eyes scanning every inch of my body. The way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He reaches for the knot at the back of my blouse, untying it with ease. As he pulls it away, my breasts spill out, naked and exposed. His gaze lingers on them for a moment before he reaches around to unhook my bra, letting it fall away.

I stand before him, bare-chested and vulnerable, my body trembling with desire. Rohit's hands roam over my skin, tracing the curves of my body as he leans in to kiss me once again. It's as if we're the only two people in the world, lost in our own little bubble of passion and desire.

As I gazed into his eyes, I felt the heat rise in my body. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues entwined as we explored each other's mouths. I could feel his arms wrap tightly around me, pulling me closer to him, as his hands trailed down my back.

I moaned softly as he pressed his body against mine, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I couldn't resist the urge to grind against him, feeling his arousal grow even more as he responded to my movements.

Our kisses grew more passionate and urgent, our breathing ragged and labored. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging gently as he trailed kisses down my neck.In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intense connection we shared. We were lost in each other, completely consumed by our desire for one another.

Our lips met in a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as his hands ran up and down my back. Our bodies were pressed against each other, the heat and desire between us intensifying with every passing moment. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and my pussy throbbed with the need for him.

Rohit's hands trailed down my body, stopping at my hips, as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down gently, and we continued to kiss, our tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and massaging them through the fabric of my blouse. I moaned into his mouth, the pleasure of his touch sending shivers down my spine. His mouth left mine and trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his hands, wanting more of his touch. He pushed my blouse aside, revealing my bra-covered breasts, and his mouth latched onto one of my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on it, making me writhe in pleasure. His other hand moved down to my thigh, hiking up my skirt, and he traced his fingers along the edge of my panties. I was soaked with desire, and I knew he could feel it too. We were lost in the passion of the moment, and nothing else mattered but the two of us together.

I feel his hands on my thighs as he parts them, and I know what's coming next. I can feel the heat and moisture between my legs, and I moan softly as his tongue touches my clit. It's like a bolt of electricity shoots through my body, and I arch my back as he continues to lick and suck me. His tongue is so skilled, so talented, that I can't help but cry out in pleasure as he makes me come over and over again. I run my fingers through his hair, urging him on, and he responds by increasing the pressure and speed of his movements. It's like he knows exactly what I need, and I'm helpless to resist him.

I felt his tongue flicking against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He sucked it between his lips and lashed it with his tongue, and I moaned as the sensations grew stronger. His hands moved to my hips, holding me in place as he continued his ministrations. I ran my fingers through his hair, urging him on as I became more and more aroused.

Rohit's tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of my sex. I gasped as he found my sweet spot, and my body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. He alternated between gentle licks and firm strokes, driving me wild with desire. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and when he finally brought me over it, I cried out in ecstasy.

As I lay there, panting and catching my breath, Rohit looked up at me with a sly grin. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, and I shivered with anticipation.

I feel the need to explore my desires to their fullest. I love the way Rohit looks at me, and I know he wants me just as much as I want him. Wrapping my long, silky hair around his hard cock seems like a perfect way to show him just how much I want him.

I let my hair fall around his member, watching as he gasps at the sensation. I wrap it tightly around his length, feeling it pulse with his heartbeat. As I start to move my hair up and down his shaft, he lets out a low moan. It feels so good to have him inside me, his cock throbbing with each movement of my hair.

I feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I continue to stroke him with my hair. His hands are in my hair now, pulling it tighter around his cock, and I can feel his hips start to move in time with my strokes. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel my body starting to shudder with pleasure.

As we continue to move together, I know that I never want this feeling to end. Wrapping my hair around Rohit's cock has opened up a world of possibilities, and I can't wait to explore them all with him.

I feel a sense of euphoria wash over me as I continue to wrap my hair around Rohit's throbbing member, each strand of hair coiling tightly around his flesh as I move my head back and forth. The sensation of my hair against his skin sends shivers of pleasure down my spine and I moan softly as I work my hair up and down his shaft.

Rohit's hands tighten in my hair as he thrusts into me, his hips bucking wildly as he loses himself in the pleasure. My hair provides the perfect grip for him to hold on to as he fucks my face with abandon, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my entire being consumed by the overwhelming desire that has taken hold of me.

Finally, with a loud moan, I explode in a wave of pleasure, my body convulsing around him as I reach the height of my ecstasy. Rohit follows soon after, his own moans filling the air as he spills himself inside of my mouth. We lay there, panting and sweating, tangled up in my hair and each other's bodies, completely sated and satisfied. I have his cum and smell all over my body, almost as if we are one.

I just wanted more as soon as I recovered a bit. I obediently kneel before Rohit, my mouth watering with anticipation for what is to come. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me closer to him, his massive cock standing erect before me. I can barely contain my excitement as I part my lips and take him into my mouth, feeling him fill me up completely. I work my tongue around his shaft, feeling his moans of pleasure reverberate throughout my body.

As Rohit begins to thrust his hips, I take him deeper and deeper, relishing the feeling of his cock stretching my throat. I can feel his grip on my hair tighten as he thrusts harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every movement. He reaches down and squeezes my nose, cutting off my air supply and causing me to gasp for breath. I feel my heart racing as I struggle to keep up with his pace, my eyes watering from the intensity of the experience.

Despite the discomfort, I continue to work my mouth on his cock, eager to please him and fulfil his every desire. His grip on my hair and nose only serves to turn me on more, and I find myself lost in the sensations of the moment. I am his to use as he pleases, and I am more than willing to take whatever he has to give me.

As Rohit continued to thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth, I could feel his hands wrap around my head and squeeze my nose. The sensation was intense, but I found myself unable to pull away. Instead, I let out a muffled moan and continued to work my mouth up and down his length.

I could feel his hips bucking harder and harder with each passing moment, and his grip on my head only tightened. It was as if he was trying to hold me in place, to claim me as his own. And in that moment, I was his. Completely and utterly his.

My mouth was stretched wide around his massive cock, and I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. It was as if he was going to explode at any moment, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that I was the one making him feel this way. With a final, hard thrust, he came, spilling his hot seed down my throat as I gagged and swallowed, unable to get enough of him. As soon as I thought he was done, he showered me with more cum right on my face and eyes.