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Saiyaara Smut

Vaani’s mind was playing tricks on her. She was aware yet helpless to fix it. The doctor had said her early onset Alzheimer’s could cause confusing situations. But wasn’t that meant to be only when she was awake?

Here she was, half asleep, half dreaming, aware of the dream just being that and yet able to wish for a different outcome in it. She had heard of Lucid Dreaming. Was this it? Could she control this dream knowing it’s just that?

She was pinned against the studio wall. He held both her wrists in his right hand above her head as he kissed her neck slowly and slowly cupped her left breast with his other hand, his thump toying with her nipple.

The dream was turning her on. She felt a thin layer of moisture forming between her thighs as she rubbed them together almost involuntarily. Her breathing got shallower and she heaved her breasts up for them to be touched for real. Yet she couldn’t move her hands as she slept. It felt feral but uncontrollable. It was almost as if her frequent sleep paralysis was making sure she orgasmed. The only reason she wasn’t fully happy with it, the only thing wrong with it, was that it wasn’t Krish. It was Mahesh.

It was just a dream she tried to tell herself, just wake up. But the more she couldn’t do it, the more Mahesh teased and aroused her , despite herself she felt like she wanted to be taken.

Ugh, she really wanted to wake up and stop it. Mahesh was now pulling and teasing her nipples over her kurti, they were hard. His stubble pricked her neck and his lips slowly kissed her chest, right above her cleavage. His groin rubbed on her body, and she felt it getting harder. As he buried his face in her cleavage , his left hand slipped down to her back, on her ass and grabbed it tight, squeezing her ass in rhythms that slowly made her hips fall in sync with them. They were both making out in sync now, gyrating their hips locked together, him rubbing his manhood on her, her giving her pelvis to feel more of it…

In her bed, Vaani was now sweaty and squirming. She wanted to change the dream but didn’t want to end the pleasure. She wished she could conjure Krish up in the dream, perhaps entering the studio, pulling Mahesh off of her and then having his way with her to show Mahesh who she truly belonged to. Her hands felt free now and instinctively she slipped them in her waistband, down her smoothly shaved pelvis, and onto her moist lips down there. Her fingers caressed her folds there, gently running her palm over the nub, the clit. She sighed as she gave into her fantasy. Krish would perhaps bend her over and make her look at Mahesh as he plowed into her from behind. Her thoughts became more lustful as her hands were now free and Krish’s illusion in her mind was real enough to eclipse the Mahesh scene her brain tried to get her off to. She picked up a plush soft toy from the side, and placed it snug on her pussy, and squeezed her thighs to feel it better. Using both her hands now she held the teddy bear on her slit and moved her hips on it, against it, like she’d one day want to hold Krish’s head. The beady eyes of that teddy found her clit and she gasped, a moan escaped her… her parted lips stayed so, unconsciously, as she kept the rhythm up. Now fully in control of her fantasy, she was back in the studio with Krish and Mahesh.

Krish had a couch in the studio where he took lyrics sessions from her. It was on that couch now that she laid, on her back, looking up at Krish. Waiting for him. Krish glared at Mahesh who was tied to a chair now, forced to watch Krish devour Vaani. With a gesture at Mahesh that said keep your eyes on me, Krish bent down towards Vaani as he unbuckled his belt. He threw the belt on the couch next to Vaani , she flinched. He held her hands up like Mahesh had and when he saw she looked scared, let them go immediately. “Take your top off”, he ordered, perhaps requested. He wanted to have her but not hurt her. Vaani now felt a different kind of thrill, one she had not anticipated or expected, the thrill of being watched. She quietly put her hands up and whispered to Krish, “You do it..” Krish felt a little stir in his pants as her command had been unexpected. She wanted it, and that aroused him. He did as told and pulled her top off, and looked at her. She was wearing a white bra and there was a cute little birth mark on her left breast. He started kissing her neck, and his beard and his weight on her body made Vaani desperate for more. He adjusted himself on the couch next, half on her, half on the side, and looked into her eyes. With parted lips she looked him in the eyes, and then down at his lips. He saw her lips and wanted her to pull up and kiss him.. knowing what it’d take for her to do that, he put his hand between her legs over her pants and slowly grazed the inside of her thigh, towards her pussy. That was it, she first bit her lip in pleasure, and then gave in to her lust, kissing him hard. He needed no more , he kissed her back , deep and long, they ate each other’s face, her hair coming in the way and getting wet, their bodies writhing together as his hands explored her body. Krish pulled down the straps of her bra from both sides while keeping the cups in place still. As she turned her head away to give him room to do that, she saw Mahesh on that chair, his legs spread wide and his bugle visible. He was getting turned on and slowly thrusting the air while making grunting noises through his gag. Seeing him helpless and realizing her pleasure gave her another swell of lustful, mischievous, and primal thoughts. She closed her eyes after looking at Krish once again, as if telling him to have his way with her… she heard him pick up the belt he had discarded. Her hands were taken into his and he tied them together. She realized why he had slid the bra straps off. He could now unclasp the bra without needing her hands to be separated. He could for real have his way with her now. She adjusted a bit more and gave him space. He started kissing down her body while massaging, caressing her legs, pulling her pants up.

In her bed, Vaani squirmed as the beady eye of that teddy bear now bore into her clitoris, and given how wet she was, slipped up and down a few times. She put another hand inside her top, under her bra, and gave a good tug to her nipple which was so hard already.. she arched her back, and moaned in pure pleasure. As the teddy bear between her legs now slid her panty aside and touched her bare skin, she heaved and moaned freely for what felt like the first time in years. She pulled her bra up and her top off her breasts and put her chest out, feeling dirty and fertile and feminine all at the same time. The cold air on her nipples helped her cause and she bit her lips trying not to scream Krish’s name. Her fantasy was now getting dirtier.

Krish had taken her pants off and was now kissing her pussy over her panties.

Vaani moved the teddy in the same position and grinded her hips on it harder.

Krish pulled aside her panty and planted his tongue on it.

In her bed, Vaani did the same with the teddy.

Somehow Mahesh’s pants were down to the ground now and she saw his erection throbbing as Krish kept her legs apart and continued tonguing her cunt.

On the bed, Vaani now clutched the bear with one hand and her bed sheets with another, her pelvis fully hovering and pushing into the bear. Her mouth opened and somehow she felt like she wanted to have something to suck on. Her tongue automatically peered out as she moaned and moved in pure lust. A primal desire to be filled, to be fucked , was taking over her. She wanted to suck on something and her pussy wanted to grip something hard at the same time.

Mahesh’s chair was now merely a feet away from her, he had been slowly pushing it forward. His cock glistening with precum , he pushed forward towards her face. She was half disgusted but seeing him helpless somehow turned her on. Besides, Krish was now moaning her own name into her pussy with his tongue. His other hand went behind her and under her, squeezing her ass and his thumb was teasingly close to her anus. She wanted to be filled in both holes, or at least her cunt and her mouth. She looked down at Krish as if to ask for permission… Krish saw how close Mahesh was to Vaani’s face but knew that the ropes would not let him free his hands. But he said “no, not until you have me in you first. “ Vaani squirmed more, ugh, she wanted it, she wanted them both. “Yes please ..” Krish ignored her and proceeded to pull her panties out of her legs. He removed his pants and she saw his cock spring out erect and ready. He laid on top of her again and they started kissing and rubbing and groaning and grinding.. his cock against her clit, her nipples against his chest hair, her legs parted for him, his fingers moving on her clit and slowly inside her… as if to measure her depts, he first slid one finger inside and she moaned deeply. She was slick, wet, drenched. “More..” she mumbled with her eyes closed… he put another one inside now, and she arched her back again as she groaned, “ahh, yes…” His fingers got to her G spot and he did the famous beckoning gesture inside her. It drove her mad. “Ahh, fuck me now!” She cried in pleasure. “Now?” Krish asked. “Yeah, fill me up..” Krish continued to pleasure her and enjoyed watching her writhe and uncontrollably thrust her pussy on his hand. She felt so alive , so in tune with her inner self. She was naked now, a cock inches from her face and another one inches from her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw Mahesh’s dick within gobble distance from her lips. She dare not do it yet because Krish wanted him to be the first to enter her that night. “Krish .. please…” “Please what?” He asked as he now bit on her nipple slightly and kept fingering her. His tongue playing with her nipples made her yell “argh Krish.. fuck me na please baby..”

That was it, Krish could hold back no longer. He positioned himself properly and pushed the tip of his cock on her clit. They both moaned. She instinctively moved her head a bit and put her lips on Mahesh’s cock, not taking it in but kissing it , feeling for its hardness. As Krish slid in her slowly, she felt waves of feral primal pleasure rush over her… he mouth now wanted the other cock and she opened her mouth and put her tongue out in her moans, asking Mahesh for it.

After looking at Krish and getting a sense he’s okay with it, Mahesh slid up front on his chair and put his cock in her open mouth. She gripped it immediately with her lips and started going down on it. Krish was thick and stretched her pussy in just the right ways , pushing on the side walls of her pussy. His length was just perfect, but he wasn’t fucking her yet. She just felt full with his cock in her , and he stayed there for a bit, just pushing in deep and hard, as she sucked Mahesh. He was in his chair and moaning hard as she took his cock deep inside her mouth.. Krish suddenly felt envy and started thrusting.. she kept moaning , he did too and so did Mahesh. Their grunts together turned them on even more. Krish was going all the way in and then all the way out, taking his time, filling her up deep and nice each time while pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits. Vaani’s body ached with pleasure , she didn’t want it to end and yet she felt it climb up her groin, her belly, her heart, her lips.. she loved being filled like this… all their manly grunts tearing and sharing her delicate body. Her feminine expression, her sensual energy all being put to good use.. she wanted it more , wanted it rough , rougher. if only there was someone else to fill her third hole.. Krish seemed to have felt the surge in pleasure too, as his sped up his thrusts, his force increasing and pushing deep. His movement now moved her up and down so hard, she lost her grip on Mahesh’s cock. Krish pounded her hard with each thrust and she didn’t control her body any longer. With her tongue out she reached for the cock in front of her and sucked it again , this time with such a grip that Krish’s thrusts wouldn’t let it slip out again. She felt womanly, and primal. She wanted them to both finish in her, fighting to claim her. She spread her legs even wider to signal that. Her pussy was now stretched and wet enough that it could take more. Krish straightened up a little and put his fingers also in her, along with his cock. “Ah .. fuck me hard..” she mouthed.

On her bed that morning, her sheets were wet , her pants were drenched. The teddy was soaked too. She now had four of her fingers inside her.. “ah fuck me , fuck me , please, take me, I’m yours..” she moaned and said out loud. As the dream climaxed, so did she, fully naked, her legs wide, her breasts perked up and flushed, her cheeks red with blushing excitement and her hair and neck all in sweat.

She finally rested her back after arching it for so long. This was the best thing she had ever experienced, wakeful or in sleep. She breathed slow and deep and sighed happily.

Time to get ready and go to the studio to meet Krish, she thought with mischief in her mind…