Soon I found Max, a junior of my age who was called by my sister as a driver. He was waiting outside the hostel. I took him to the cafeteria because I didn’t want Max to go to the hostel room now after all for my sister reputation.

But I didn’t tell him that I’m her brother and I asked him random questions like how college was going and where he was from. Soon from our talk we got a little friendly and soon John too joined us. Between the talk, Max told us that from joining college to second year they suffer more. Seniors make them wash their clothes, give them assignments, even make them do driver jobs, and even make them wash their cars too.

Me and John were thinking that we were still in peace because seniors only gave assignments, nothing more. Then John said, See, we were in a good place. Inside I was angry with him because he forced my sister for sex and now I was just thinking about how I was supposed to take his mobile and save my older sister.

And then John asked Max about Elara my sister her senior and then Max just looked around and started abusing her and said she is the most insolent bitch of all. He said she with her powerful boyfriend makes juniors, especially boys, stand in direct sunlight for hours and sometimes she orders them to do gardening work and he also said her behaviour is like she hates men so she loves to punish juniors.

I thought in my mind so it’s true she is like a bossy arrogant girl and then John told him, Dude, you don’t love that bitch? She has such a good fucking mouth, so good sexy figure, and tell me how many times you masturbate on her, and they started laughing. I was a little awkward but then Max revealed no one dared to approach her as she is the girlfriend of a powerful man but inside everyone wants to fuck her.

Soon after eating in the cafeteria, Max came to know that Elara was going to stay for some more days ( which was done by John ) and then he started abusing her more and saying, Bitch, if she doesn’t want to come why she called me from far awayso he got up and started leaving and walked towards the parking lot and me and John went with him so we could say goodbye.

But we were shocked when we saw his two-seater super car and I asked out of curiosity that even rich people get bullied, then he said that her boyfriend is the son of the college owner so they are the richest.

But then John was so much interested in his car that he asked him for a ride and Max accepted and they both left.

And then at night when I was sleeping I got up but I pretended to sleep. My sister was moving out that time. She was wearing a blue skirt and white full-length button shirt.

So I got behind her and she went to John’s room and then inside from the window I peeked and saw.

John: I’m sorry for calling you to my room.
My sister: It’s fine.

John: I’m really happy to see you again. Did your brother know what we did before?
Sister: Aahh… no.

John: The thing that I did to you that day, did you enjoy it?
Sister: That day it was a mistake that it happened. Now you should stop this. I had no intention of doing that.

John: But in the end you still had sex with me, didn’t you? So let’s do this one more time.
Sister: I can’t. I’m dating someone. Furthermore, what happened that day, I didn’t have a choice. I heavily regret it.

John: Do you still think that you have a choice? Don’t you think we should keep the secret between us?”

My sister got shocked and her face went down and she said, If I agree, will you keep it a secret?
John:Yes, you can trust me. Your secret will be safe.

John sat back on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, his thick cock standing rigid in the dim light. He patted his thigh once. Get on your knees, Elara Right here.

My sister fingers trembled as she lowered herself. She kept her eyes fixed on the floorboards, refusing to look up at him. Her blue skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the smooth skin beneath. The white button shirt clung to her chest, each breath making the fabric strain against her breasts.

John grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face closer to his crotch. Open that pretty mouth.
She hesitated, He tightened his grip until her scalp burned. With a shaky exhale she parted her lips. The moment his cockhead touched her tongue she gagged, the musky taste flooding her senses. She tried to pull back but his hand held her steady.

That’s it Suck it like you mean it,he growled.
Every slow drag of her lips along his shaft felt like swallowing shame. She wanted to spit, to wipe her face, to run, but the threat of exposure kept her frozen in place.

John rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper until the head nudged the back of her throat. She choked, eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. He used both hands now, guiding her head in a steady rhythm forward, back, forward again each thrust forcing her to take another inch.

Look at you,he taunted between grunts.How does that feel, bitch?

A wet, obscene sound filled the room every time his cock slid past her lips. Gluck… gluck… gluck… Her throat constricted around him, trying to reject the intrusion, but he kept pushing. Tears streaked, leaving black trails down her cheeks.

He pulled out suddenly, letting her gasp for air. Thick strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. She coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, but he slapped his cock against her cheek, smearing precum across her skin.
Open wider, he ordered.

Then she asked that let her do it don’t force her so he let go her hairs and then my sister with unwillingly took his cock in her hands .

And then she starting sucking his dick tip and he was enjoying Fully and she was doing really good mmm hhhh mmmhhhg.

And then she licking his dick tip with her tongue twisting and then she was licking her dick with tongue from top to bottom, bottom to tip and then she started licking her balls .

Dam she was trained now doing it professionaly.
John -damm bitch you doing it so good. But you know that I love little deep and then he stand from bed and then again put her dick on her mouth untill she understand anything he started fucking her mouth more forcefully and rapidly mhhaaa mmmhhhhhaaa stooooop mmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Gggguuugggg

And then keep doing that untill he ejaculated in her mouth with full cum and she soon taking deep breath

And soon she drinks all his cum and then she said can we stop here now .

John sat on the edge of the bed, breathing hard after shooting his load down Elara’s throat. She stayed on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes red and watery. Her voice came out small and shaky.

He laughed once, short and mean. No. We can’t stop here, Your pussy hasn’t tasted my cock yet.
Elara face went pale. Please… just stop.

John stood up, cock still half-hard and shiny with her spit. Take off the rest.
She looked at the floor for a long second, then reached under her blue skirt. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. The white cotton dropped to the floor. Next she undid the button at her waist. The skirt loosened and slipped off her hips, pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of it without looking at him. Her white shirt was still open at the top, one button missing from earlier,She left it on.

John pointed at the small sofa against the wall. Lie down Legs open.
Elara walked over slowly, like her feet were heavy. She sat, then lay back. The sofa was narrow, so her knees hung over the edge. She spread her thighs, exposing her shaved pussy. The lips were already a little shiny. John stepped between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, smearing her wetness over himself.

Even if you don’t want it, your pussy is talking, he said It’s wet.
He pushed forward in one hard thrust. Elara back arched and a loud scream tore out of her throat. John clamped a hand over her mouth.
Boys’ hostel, he hissed You scream, someone will hear and come fuck you too.

She nodded fast under his palm. He took his hand away. She pressed her lips together, breathing hard through her nose. Small, broken sounds still slipped out—mmh, mmmh, mmm—as he started moving.

Her pussy felt tight around him. Every stroke made a wet, slapping sound. John grabbed the open edges of her shirt and pushed it up along with her bra. Her breasts spilled free. He squeezed them hard while he fucked her, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Every girl I’ve fucked, yours is the best,he grunted.

Elara face was turned to the side, eyes wet. Tears slid down her cheeks. She looked nothing like the bossy senior who made juniors stand in the sun. She looked small and helpless.

John leaned down and tried to kiss her mouth. She turned her head away fast. He laughed again.
I can fuck your pussy but you won’t kiss me? Damn, bitch.
Elara started crying harder. This is wrong… please stop.
John kept thrusting. I heard how you treat the juniors. Make them kneel, make them wash cars. Now look at youHypocrite.

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her to the bed. She landed on her hands and knees. He pushed back inside her from behind, deeper this time. Her wrists were pinned to the mattress. Each thrust rocked her whole body. The wet sounds grew louder—chhp, chhp, chap.

John breathing got rough. He slammed in hard one last time and came, pumping thick cum into her pussy. Elara stayed still, face pressed into the blanket, shoulders shaking.

He wasn’t finished. He lay on his back and pointed at his cock, still hard and wet. Climb on. Take the rest of your clothes off.

Elara stood up slowly She shrugged the shirt and bra off her shoulders and let them fall. Naked now, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. Without a word she reached down, lined him up, and sank down. She started moving up and down, up and down her breasts bouncing with each rise and fall. Her face stayed blank, eyes half-closed, like she just wanted it over.

After a few minutes John grabbed her hips and flipped her again. He pushed her onto her back and got between her legs in missionary position. He held her breasts tight while he fucked her, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks. Elara legs shook around his waist. She bit her lip to stay quiet.

When he pulled out this time, he pressed the head of his cock against her asshole. Elara’s eyes went wide.

No… not there… please…
John ignored her. He pushed She cried out, the sound muffled against the pillow. It took several slow, painful thrusts before he was halfway inside. Elara’s hands clawed at the sheets. Tears ran freely down her face. Every inch made her body jerk. John kept going until his hips met her ass. Then he started moving—short, rough strokes that made her sob into the mattress.

He fucked her ass until he came again, filling her with another hot load. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked from both holes and ran down her thighs. Elara lay on her stomach, breathing in short gasps, body trembling. She didn’t move or speak. John wiped his cock on the sheet, stood up, and looked down at her.
And said today task is over so go now .
I ran away before she comes out .

Next night in john room

John sat in the wooden chair by the window, legs spread, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The bedroom was dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. He had called Elara again, ordering her to dress exactly like she had for her college freshers party—the asymmetric one-shoulder floral crop top with the colorful botanical print, the light-wash blue denim jeans, white pointed-toe heels, and the structured pastel pink-and-white striped mini tote bag. Her makeup was the same soft, romantic neutral glam: radiant satin-finish skin, warm rosy-peach blush high on her cheeks, delicate linerand that natural velvety rosy-nude lip.

Elara stepped inside, confused but trying to act calm. John did not stand. He only pointed at the bed.

Lie there ,he said.
Then he grabbed Elara wrists and pulled them above her head, knotting a thick rope around them and securing it to the corner post of the bed. Elara tugged once, then harder ,she was so confused but thinking that he having another fantasy completed .

But then unacceptable thing happened he again sit on the chair and from inside max came out .
What the fuck is this? Untie me right now, you little shit, she snapped.

John stayed seated, exhaling smoke and said let your junior have some fun now he paid me good.
Elara’s eyes flicked to him. You’re sick
John smiled and said it’s max fantasy to fuck you ,he first time saw you in freshers party and from that time he wants to fuck you.

Max stepped closer with a pair of scissors and said i try to do friendship with you because you were so hot and try to little chit chat ,that time if you are not interested then just said no but instead you make my life hell .

Elara arrogant tone returned at once.
Don’t you dare touch me with those. You’re just a servant now. You used to beg me for notes. You think cutting my clothes will make you a man?

Max didn’t answer with words. He slid the cold blades under the hem of her floral crop top and began to cut. The fabric parted slowly, the scissors moving upward in a straight line. The one-shoulder design fell away, exposing the smooth skin of her left breast first, then the right. Elara jerked but the rope held.

Stop it, you fucking creep!she shouted. John, tell your dog to back off
John only watched, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding the cigarette. Keep going Max Take your time.

Max cut the jeans next,He worked the scissors down the outer seam of her jeans, the thick material resisting before giving way. Inch by inch the light-wash blue opened, revealing pale thigh, then the edge of her panties. Elara kicked once but Max caught her ankle and held it.

You arrogant bitch,Max muttered, voice low. Yesterday you acted like you owned the college. Today you’re tied to the bed in the same clothes you wore when you thought you were better than everyone.

He finished cutting the jeans completely open and pulled the ruined fabric aside. The white heels stayed on; he liked the way they looked against the torn denim. Elara breathing was fast now, but her mouth still moved.

You’re nothing. Both of you You think this makes you strong? You’re pathetic.
John leaned back in the chair, crossing one ankle over his knee. She still thinks she’s in charge, he said to Max. Show her she’s not

Max climbed onto the bed. He didn’t rush He ran his hands over Elara’s exposed body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she hissed. Then he lowered his head and licked one nipple slowly, circling it with his tongue before sucking hard. Elara turned her face away, but the rope kept her arms stretched.

Get off me,she growled You’re disgusting.
Max ignored her,He moved lower, kissing down her stomach, then hooking his fingers into her panties and yanking them down her legs. He left them around one ankle, the white heel still on. Spreading her thighs, he stared at her pussy for a long moment before dragging two fingers along her slit.

Already a little wet, he said. Your body knows what’s coming even if your mouth doesn’t.
Elara’s arrogant tone cracked for the first time Fuck you.

Max unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was already hard, thick, the head flushed dark. He rubbed it against her entrance, sliding the tip up and down her folds without pushing in. Elara tried to close her legs, but he wedged his knees between them.

Look at John,Max ordered. He’s watching everything. He wants to see you get fucked by the guy you used to order around.

Elara’s eyes flicked to the chair. John sat perfectly still, cigarette burning low, eyes half-lidded with enjoyment. He didn’t speak He just watched.

Max pressed the head of his cock against Elara pussy and pushed. The first inch went in slowly, stretching her. Elara gasped, her arrogant words returning in a rush.

You’re too small. You can’t even—
Max thrust harder, burying half his length in one stroke. Elara’s sentence broke into a choked sound. He pulled back and thrust again, going deeper each time, until his hips met hers. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch.

Still think I’m small?” he asked.
Elara’s voice came out strained. Get off me.
Max began to fuck her in long, deliberate strokes. He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in slowly, making sure she felt every ridge and vein. The bed creaked with each movement. Elara’s tied hands clenched into fists above her head. Her makeup was still perfectrosy blush, velvety lips—but her expression was no longer calm.

John spoke from the chair for the first time in minutes. Talk to her, Max Tell her what she is.
Max leaned down, his mouth close to Elara’s ear as he kept thrusting. You’re just a hole now. Yesterday you thought you could walk away after getting fucked. Tonight you’re staying until I’m done. And John’s going to watch every second.

Elara tried to turn her head, but Max grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Say you’re sorry for being a bitch.

Never, she spat.
Max changed angle, grinding against her clit with each thrust. Elara’s breathing grew ragged. Her arrogant insults started to falter.

You… you’re still nothing,she managed, but her voice shook.
Max fucked her harder, the slow pace giving way to deeper, heavier strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Elara’s crop top remnants hung from one shoulder; the cut jeans framed her spread thighs. Her white heels dug into the mattress as she tried to find leverage.

John lit another cigarette, the flame briefly lighting his face. He crossed his arms, content to watch.
Max reached down and rubbed Elara’s clit with his thumb while he fucked her. Her hips jerked involuntarily. A small, unwilling moan escaped her throat.

There it is.Max said. Your body’s giving in.
Elara shook her head, but another moan followed. Stop… please…

Max slowed again, drawing the moment out. He pulled almost completely out, then pushed back in inch by inch until he was buried again. Elara’s pussy clenched around him.

Beg properly,he said.
Elara’s lips trembled. The arrogant fire was fading, replaced by something raw. I… I’m sorry.
For what? Max asked, thrusting once, hard.

For… for treating you like shit. For calling you a servant.
Max smiled coldly. Not enough.

He started fucking her again, this time with purpose. Each thrust was deep and punishing, the bed frame knocking against the wall. Elara’s moans grew louder, mixing with broken apologies.

I’m sorry—ah—I’m sorry for everything—please—

Max kept going, Sweat beaded on his back. He reached up and pinched her nipples again, twisting just enough to make her cry out. Her pussy tightened around his cock with every pinch.

John’s voice came from the corner, calm and amused. She’s close Make her come while she’s apologizing.

Max rubbed her clit faster. Elara’s tied arms strained against the rope. Her legs shook. I’m sorry—fuck—I’m sorry please let me come—

Max didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm, feeling her walls pulse and grip him. Elara’s head fell back, mouth open, makeup slightly smudged from sweat. When the climax passed, she was panting, tears at the corners of her eyes.

Max didn’t pull out. He kept moving, slower now, drawing out every aftershock. Say it again.
Elara’s voice was hoarse. I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please…

Max leaned down and kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip. Then he straightened and began to fuck her again, building speed once more. The second round was even longer. He changed positions slightly, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder so he could go deeper. Elara gasped at the new angle.

Too deep—
You can take it,Max said You’re going to take everything tonight.”

John watched the entire time, occasionally adjusting his seat but never interfering. His enjoyment was clear in the way he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the bed.

Max fucked Elara for what felt like hours. He came once inside her, filling her with hot cum, but stayed hard and kept going. The second time he pulled out and came across her stomach and torn crop top, marking the floral print with streaks of white. Elara lay beneath him, wrists still tied, body trembling, voice reduced to soft, repeated apologies.

I’m sorry… I’m sorry… please…
Max finally pulled out completely. He wiped his cock on the inside of her thigh, then stood. John rose from the chair at last, walking over to the bed. He looked down at Elara’s ruined outfit, her spread legs, the cum on her skin.

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