Man of Power

Since there was time, Vikas went to get the leftover Thai currency converted back into Indian Rupees. He already knew that the best place to get the best rate for the exchange was not on the main concourse but a single counter called Richie Rich three floors down in a side corridor away from the main shops. He was standing in the queue for that when someone slapped him on the shoulders.

"Hey stud!" It was Disha Patani.

Vikas smiled and hugged her "Hi, babe! You guys are also on the morning fight to Bombay?"

"No, us guys are not on the flight." Disha made a face "Only I am on the flight. Your whore went on an early flight."

"Oh, is she the only one who is my whore?" Vikas grinned.

"I don't know. Am I your whore?" Disha looked into his eyes and raised her eyebrows.

"This is how your dress for travel?" Vikas asked, avoiding her question.

Disha was wearing a very tight red minidress with full sleeves. The sleeves were fully sheer. The top part of the dress was not there, it was like a strapless dress other than the sleeves which just barely covered her shoulders. Her big, full breasts were displayed in a very generous cleavage by the tight dress, clearly not allowing any space for a bra. The deep valley of her milky breasts was very eye-catching and sexy. Her nipples were covered by the dress but the fleshy part of her tits, especially the curves of her beautifully rounded breasts were very clearly visible.

The fabric had horizontal rings in the fabric made to look like it was made from multiple layers of thin silk. The dress hugged her young, fit body very tightly especially her ass. Her cheeks were squeezed and parted by the tight skirt part. The hem of this minidress was only two inches below her ass. Her long, shapely legs and her milky white thighs were fully on display. She was wearing 7" high black heels and no jewellery at all. Her face was made up well and her hair was loose on her left shoulder. Youth, beauty, sex appeal and charm, she had all of them in spades and she was displaying it all.

"I am a filmstar, baby, people take pictures anywhere I go." She said with a flip of her hair.

"You look gorgeous!" Vikas said.

"But not hot enough to be your whore, right?" She brought the topic back.

"Well.." Vikas was saved the trouble to think up an answer as his turn came at the cash window. He exchanged his money then waited for Disha to get her transaction done.

They moved slightly away from the counter. That part of the airport was almost fully dark as the currency counter was the only thing in business in this tunnel. People who came to the counter, went back the same way after doing their business.

"So, you keep avoiding the question, was I not good enough to be your whore?"

"Why do you keep asking if you know I am avoiding it?" Vikas said.

"Because I know what you did to Kiara," Disha said grabbing his lapel "and I am furious that you left me out."

"You were off in the city that night, darling." Vikas said gently in a placating tone.

"Oh yeah, and every other night, too?" Disha left his lapel but stayed close "You made her your whore, even gave her your number but I wasn't hot enough."

"I didn't say that, but I am married and..."

"Don't give me that bullshit." Disha interrupted "I want your dick."

"Here?" Vikas looked around.

"You say 'here' like we are standing on the runway. There's nobody here."

"But your flight?"

"I am on the same flight as you, and it's not for a couple of hours." Disha said "And I would just love it if I am dripping with your cum when I board that plane."

"Fuck, you do know how to get a guy hard."

Vikas took her hand and led her deeper into the tunnel where even less light was penetrating from the main corridor. There were shops that had been closed for months or may be years. He took her behind a turned off vending machine which shielded them completely from the light.

"Actually," Disha pulled her dress down and her big, firm tits popped out "I want you to come on my tits."

"What?" Vikas wondered if she had been talking to Shriya.

"You don't like the idea of the young, beautiful filmstar travelling to Bombay with her milky white tits soaked in your cum?"

"I like it. I like it a lot." Vikas dipped his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Disha moaned as he started to suck her soft, warm breast deep in his mouth.

"Take your time and do me well," Disha said as she pressed his head on her chest "We have time."

Vikas cupped her breast in his hand and kneaded it firmly while he sucked the other one. Disha moaned with her arousal growing quickly. He swapped breasts, kneading the other one now as he sucked the first one. Disha moaned, hungry for his cock already and getting hotter the more he made her wait.

"How about a load for your cunt and one for your tits?" He whispered as he pressed her to him, her soft, bare tits crushed on his chest.

"Mmm, you can do that?" She asked, grabbing him with both arms and squeezing tight.

"How good of a cocksucker are you?" He sucked her neck.

"Oh god. Mmm. The best." She was really hungry now and was ready to beg for his cock.

Vikas looked around but didn't find what he was looking for so he moved her in front of the vending machine. From here they could see the queue at the forex counter but they were themselves still in almost complete darkness. He pulled open the dispending drawer in the lower part of the vending machine and lifted Disha's right leg. She hooked her heel in the drawer and opened her thighs. She hiked up her dress.

She had forgotten that she was wearing panties today. It was just a little thong because the dress was so short, but she already knew that Vikas didn't like panties on his whores. Before she could do anything about it, he hooked his fingers in it and ripped it. Disha groaned as the fabric bunched up and dug into her cunt before it tore to shreds.

He opened his zip, stepped closer and slid his thick, hard cock up into her tight, wet pussy with a masterful stroke that pressed Disha's young body back into the front of the vending machine. Disha could feel her bare back pressing and rubbing on the dusty glass as Vikas started to fuck her in and out. His cock drilled her deep and hard, pushing her back and Disha could do nothing except submit to the powerful thrusts and surrender her body to him.

"Ah, god!" Disha screamed as Vikas jammed his cock up into her cunt and his cockhead slammed into her cervix. A few people in the forex queue turned toward the noise but they were far enough away that they could not guess what the noise was.

When Vikas started a rhythm of hard, powerful thrusts, fucking Disha's young, tight pussy like a beast his strokes moved the vending machine and made a rhythmic noise with each stroke. Again, some people in the queue looked that way. This time Disha noticed them and wondered if they would come that way to investigate. She did know that she was not going to stop as long as Vikas' dick was inside her. She forgot about the people the next moment as her body got hotter and she started to feel the need to explode.

"Please, baby, make me cum!" She pleaded in his ear "Please. I need it so bad."

He pressed his lips next to her ear and whispered "Who is my whore, Disha?"

"I am, me, I am your whore, baby." She surrendered quickly "I am totally your whore."

As he speeded up his thrusts, the vending machine moved and the rhythmic thumping noise became louder. There was nobody in the queue at the forex counter now, but the girls behind the counter heard the noise. They looked at each other but neither was willing to leave her post to go and check out unknown noises in a dark airport corridor.

"Mmmmmm, god, baby!" Disha came hard with Vikas' powerful thrusts and fucked herself wildly on his massive cock as her pussy soaked his meaty shaft with her cunt juices.

She was hugging him tightly, pressing her cheek to his cheek as she rode his cock hard. Her hungry pussy was getting the release she needed so badly. Her pussy was drenching his cock in her cunt juices and she was loving how smoothly he was able to penetrate her with her lubrication.

Then she felt him speed up his strokes and her moans turned to yelps. She was feeling sure that his strokes would topple the vending machine backwards and she was clinging to him with both arms, happily anchored on his long, hard cock. He pulled back and let her body lower towards the floor. Disha reached back to find a grip on anything before her body could fall to the floor. She found a purchase on the little refund tray that was sticking out of the front of the machine and held on to it with one hand. She kept her other hand behind Vikas's neck, holding on to him.

His cock exploded in her cunt and he fucked her as he pumped his hot cum into her cunt. Disha could feel it flowing down into her body and flooding her womb. Her pussy shook with aftershocks of her wonderful orgasm. Even before he was done cumming, Vikas pulled out of her cunt and helped her kneel on the floor. Disha knelt on the dusty floor and took his cock in her mouth. She milked his hot cum into her mouth and swallowed it happily.

She kept looking up into his eyes as she sucked his cock clean. After eating all his cum, she continued sucking his dick and it soon started to get hard again. Disha proved that she was an expert actress whore by using her tongue below his cock at the very base of his dick and teasing him into a full erection. Vikas could see why she would be immensely successful in show business.

As soon as his dick was hard enough, Vikas picked her up and turned her around. This time she bent over with her hands on the glass front of the vending machine. She pushed her ass forward. Her short dress was already riding up on her ass and Vikas couldn't help but slap her tight, firm ass.

"Mmmmm, again." Disha moaned.

He spanked her ass again, making a louder noise in the deserted tunnel.

"Oh, god, you are so good!" Disha breathed as her body got really hot from his slaps.

Vikas placed his cockhead on her puckered pink ass hole and pushed his cockhead into her ass with a firm thrust, using only her saliva on his cock for the lubrication.

"Ah!" Disha yelped, her body rocking forward as the pain of his penetration hit. Her sphincter clenched around his massive, hard cock.

He slapped her ass harder this time "Relax your ass, whore!" He ordered.

"Yes, Sir." Disha replied like an obedient whore and stepped wider on her high heels.

Grabbing her shoulders, Vikas pushed in hard and sank about half of his fat cock into her ass.

"Ah, god!" Disha cried out as the hard penetration caused pain deep inside her ass and knocked her breath out.

She wondered if anyone had heard her scream and looked towards the lighted part of the airport. There were a few people in the forex queue. One young guy looked like he was about to step into the tunnel, but the girl with him grabbed his elbow and pulled him back.

Vikas had seen the guy as well but he didn't stop. He moved his hips, in a slow circle and fucked Disha's ass, making her moan. She kept her hands on the vending machine glass window and bent lower giving him full access as she lined her ass up for his cock to claim. His hands moved over her smooth body and he grabbed her bare shoulders. Then keeping her in his grip, he moved his hips back and then pushed in harder until his cock was much deeper in her ass. Disha screamed again, but by now her anal canal was getting quite lubricated and the balance of pain and pleasure was tipping in favour of the pleasure.

She pushed back, hungry to have his cock take her fully. Vikas moved his hips back and forth and started to fuck her tight ass deeper with each thrust. Disha moaned with his thrusts and kept pushing back to take his throbbing hard cock as deep as possible. She could feel his thick rod stirring her bowels as he fucked her incredibly deep. Her body was even hotter than before and she was not even bothered if anybody could hear her screams. She just closed her eyes and wallowed in the wonderful feeling of being utterly and thoroughly claimed.

As his cock reached deeper and deeper in her ass, Disha could feel her body getting more and more excited. When Vikas lifted one hand and slapped her bare ass, the stinging pain from his stroke added to her excitement. He continued to drill her ass hard and as he stuffed all of his long, massive shaft fully deep into her ass and his balls slapped her pussy, Disha came with a loud guttural scream. She clawed the glass and tried to keep herself upright but her pussy was pumping out cunt juices like a geyser and she could feel her whole body trembling under Vikas' expert pounding.

Her knees bent as the tingling currents flooded her body from head to toe. She straightened her legs and again her knees buckled with Vikas' next thrust into her ass, jamming his pulsing, hard beast ruthlessly deep into her ass. He was spanking her ass regularly, alternating on which ass cheek to hit, and Disha could feel each slap cause an aftershock in her body.

It was a long and hard orgasm which left her completely breathless. But she was happy that his cock was still inside her and drilling her ass. His strokes were keeping her body warm even after the orgasm and she could feel fresh currents rising deep in the centre of her body. He moved his hands from her shoulders and grabbed her hot, bare tits.

Disha moaned loudly. Her erect, hardened nipples were buzzing with sexual excitement and as they rubbed on his calloused palms, the fresh sensations almost made her cum on the spot. He kneaded her big, soft tits hard in his strong hands as he fucked her ass. Disha felt like there were two centres of generating electric sensations in her body one, where Vikas' cock was drilling her ass and the other where his hands were kneading her soft tits ruthlessly. Both the currents were mixing together and drowning her body in so much desire and pleasure that she was almost out of her mind and entirely at his mercy.

Vikas kissed her neck just below her jaw line and whispered in her ear "Who is my whore, Disha?"

"I am your whore, baby." Disha moaned quickly, her surrender evident in her breathless voice.

He lifted one hand and slapped her breast. The soft, heavy breast bounced from his blow and Disha yelped. Her nipple buzzed with the rush of blood.

"Are you?" He said and slapped her other breast this time "Are you my whore?"

Disha's eyes teared up at the pain his hand caused in her tits, but her body was so intoxicated with sexual chemicals that even pain was translating as pleasure.

"Yes, baby." She whispered "I am completely your whore." She was not just saying that either. She knew it in her mind that he could make her do anything. He was in control and she was in his power.

"What that does mean, Disha?"

He squeezed both tits until she yelped with the pain then he left them completely. The blood that had rushed to her tits, rushed back and the vibrations that she felt from her nipples and sensitive tits made her cry out in pleasure. She came so hard that her knees buckled and she could not get control back. She would have fallen down if she weren't completely in his control. His long, hard cock stuffed up her ass kept her upright and he grabbed her tits, holding her close in front of him.

With her pussy pumping out such copious amounts of juices, Disha wondered if she was turning into an anal whore. These orgasms were closer together and more intense than her orgasms when he was fucking her cunt. 'If I am an anal whore, I am his anal whore.' She thought as she tried to keep her balance by grabbing the glass front of the vending machine and pushed back on Vikas' thrusting cock.

Once the orgasm that was ravaging her body subsided, she remembered that he had asked her something. But she could not remember was it was. His throbbing cock was still drilling her ass and her brain had turned to mush. She couldn't focus on any thought except that she wanted him to keep fucking her, harder and faster, again and again.

She asked "What did you ask, baby?"

He slapped her breast, eliciting a scream from her "I asked," he slapped the other breast, just as hard, causing another scream "what does it mean that you are my whore?"

"It means," she tried to breathe so she could focus enough to talk "that I am your whore, baby, I will do whatever you tell me. You can use me any time you want, anywhere you want, any way you want."

"Mmmm, good," he said as he continued to knead her tits while he fucked her ass hard and deep "you are a good whore."

"Thank you, baby." She moaned, her body getting hotter very quickly "Own me, baby. Please keep me as your whore."

He didn't reply. Instead he grabbed her neck and pressed her cheek to the dusty glass. He held her there firmly in his grip as he pushed hard and crushed her whole body against the front of the vending machine. His cock was pounding her ass, slamming her young, tight body into the machine. Her body was flush with the front of the vending machine now and she could feel herself trapped between the heavy machine and his powerful thrusts, her tight, small ass taking the force of his rough, ruthless strokes.

Disha opened her eyes and looked into the distance where the forex counter was. There were about 10-15 people in the queue. Everybody in the queue was looking towards her. She was fairly certain they could not see her here deep in the almost fully dark tunnel but she felt like they were looking right at her as she was getting her ass demolished by this handsome stranger. She came. Incredibly hard.

This orgasm was hotter and rougher than all the others before and Disha could feel it like a tsunami drowning her from the inside out, taking her body, her mind and drowning her very soul. But the waves in this tsunami were waves of unbelievable pleasure and Disha's screams were loud and carefree. This time she was sure that everybody could hear her. They would know she was getting her ass fucked in the airport corridor by a stranger. Like a whore. She was getting her ass pounded like a whore. Out in the public. Her expensive dress hiked up over her ass and his massive dick reaming her ass like she was nothing but a cheap whore. Her pussy throbbed and her next orgasm started as a new peak right from the peak of the last one.

She was breathless and helpless as she came so hard that her whole body was out of her control. She was squirming on the glass under his grip and even though her legs had given way, she was not going anywhere because he was crushing her against the glass and making her his whore. She knew very well that there was nothing she could do. He wanted her as his whore and he was going to have her as his whore. His cock was breaking her and destroying her completely so he could bend her to his will. She was nothing but a fucktoy for him to use and she would happily submit to his use whenever he signalled. She knew that well and she accepted it fully. She became his whore and surrendered her body completely for his use.

Her body was still extremely turned on but the orgasm itself slowly started to calm down. It was such an amazing high that Disha wanted another one. She pushed her ass back to take his cock deeper into her ass and found that she could not move her ass. He had her pinned down against the vending machine so firmly that she was completely helpless. He would use her as he wanted and she was just his whore who would have to accept it.

Then his strokes got even harder and with each stroke, the vending machine moved along with Disha's body. The front legs of the machine left the floor as he jammed his brutal cock deep into her ass and fucked her anal canal so deep like he was moulding her around his meaty, veiny shaft. When he pulled back, the machine dropped back on to the floor, making a loud noise. This time she was one hundred percent sure that the people in the forex could clearly hear the loud rhythmic noise. She was getting her ass claimed and owned within public hearing even if not fully in public view. Disha's pussy exploded with a fury that made every muscle in her body clench at the same. She arched her back and let her pussy spew out her hot cum making a puddle.