Ravi Taneja a Corporate worker at morning and a seductress at night known as urmila. Ravi has mastered the skill of crossdressing but he never stepped out of his room till now.
Today he decided to change that, he walked outside of his room near a c...
Over the next few days, Ravi found himself slipping more and more into the role of the submissive seductress.
At work, he'd catch Vivek's eye, a silent communication that sent a thrill through him. He'd drop hints, subtle and not-so-subtle, about his desires.
Sometimes, Vivek would take him into a deserted toilet stall, fucking him hard and fast against the cold porcelain. Other times, they'd sneak into an empty store room, the sound of their passion muffled by the racks of clothing.
Each encounter was a mix of fear and excitement, a dance of power and surrender that Ravi found himself craving more and more.
But it was the nights that truly belonged to Urmila. Each evening, after a long day at work, Ravi would race home, eager to shed his corporate skin and become the woman he'd been hiding.
He'd stand before the mirror, the soft glow of the lights reflecting off the sequins of the sari he'd chosen for the night.
His hands would shake as he applied makeup, the strokes of the brush becoming more confident with each passing moment.
And when he was ready, when Urmila had fully emerged, he'd step into the hallway, his heart racing.
The watchman, whose name he'd never learned, would be there, his eyes lingering on Ravi's form with a mix of curiosity and respect. Ravi would drop to his knees, his eyes cast down demurely, and offer his mouth in silent tribute for the protection he'd been granted.
The watchman's cock was always hard, a testament to the allure of the seductress before him.
Ravi would wrap his lips around the girth, his tongue swirling and teasing until the man groaned with pleasure. His throat was a well-oiled machine now, the muscles working in perfect harmony to please.
The watchman's grip would tighten in his hair, guiding the pace, but it was Ravi who was truly in control. Each blowjob was a sacred act, a tribute to the power of submission and the thrill of secrets shared.
But it was for Vivek that Ravi truly transformed. The nights at the club had become a thrilling ritual, the fear of discovery a constant undercurrent to his excitement.
He'd stand at the edge of the club, the neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the pavement, his heart thumping in his chest. And when Vivek arrived, Ravi would slide into the car, the engine purring like a contented cat.
Vivek had become his master, the one who held the key to his true self. And as he knelt before Vivek, offering up his mouth, Ravi felt a sense of belonging that transcended the squalor of their rendezvous points.
He'd take Vivek's cock deep, savoring the taste of his master, the salt and musk that was uniquely his. It was a dance of power and submission that Ravi had come to crave, a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through every fiber of his being.
Their sessions grew longer, more intense. Vivek would push him further each time, demanding more, and Ravi would eagerly give it. He'd swirl his tongue around the head of Vivek's cock, teasing the slit with the tip before taking him deep, the leather of the car seat a stark contrast to the silk of his sari.
The sounds of the city outside were muted by the rhythmic throb of their breathing, the slick sounds of skin against skin.
And when Vivek finally came, Ravi felt a deep sense of satisfaction, a primal need fulfilled. He'd lick his lips, swallowing the proof of his master's pleasure, his eyes shining with a newfound confidence.
He was no longer just Ravi, the corporate worker with a secret. He was Urmila, the seductress who owned the night.
The final act of the night was always the same. Vivek would tuck Ravi into his bed, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
"You're mine," he'd say, his voice a mix of possession and affection. And Ravi would smile, his heart swelling with a love he never knew existed.
As he lay there, the city lights casting a soft glow on the walls, Ravi knew that he'd never be the same again.
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The seductress inside him had been unleashed, and there was no going back. He was Urmila, and he was ready to face whatever the night had in store for them.
======================================= Hi readers, thank you for reading yet another short erotica (holly shit! It was Hot). I have few ideas for future ones as well but if you have some ideas for me to try and write then feel free to comment. You can provide names of the characters as well..
And please give my long stories a try too 😅😅, I am working hard on those as well =======================================
