POV: Divya Rana | Time: 8:32 a.m. | Location: Hidden Behind SUV – Staff Parking Lot
The sound of wet flesh hadn't stopped.
Even behind the SUV, even with her breath ragged and her thighs clenched tight around her own palm, Divya could hear everything—every thrust of Jasmine's hips, every slap of Ryan's groin against her ass, every obscene moan torn from somewhere too deep to fake.
But it was Geeta she couldn't stop thinking about.
Geeta—Captain Sethi—who had just cum standing upright, bracing herself against a parked car, panting like a woman possessed, fingers soaked, thighs trembling.
Geeta, who now stood up straight and took a shaky step forward.
Divya peeked from behind the bumper.
Ryan and Jasmine had slowed. Jasmine was no longer riding. She was perched sideways on his lap, breasts exposed, blouse open, one thigh resting high on his. She was whispering something in his ear.
Ryan looked up.
Then he looked directly at Geeta.
"Come here."
Two simple words.
But they rang out like a thunderclap.
Geeta froze mid-step.
Her hands still hung at her sides. Her skirt was wrinkled, bunched around her thighs. Her lips were parted, eyes dazed, as though she were waking up from a long, terrible dream.
Jasmine leaned up and brushed her fingers down Ryan's chest.
"She wants to," she murmured.
"Just doesn't know how to ask."
Ryan smiled.
"Then don't ask."
His voice was soft.
But it left no room for refusal.
Divya's hand slipped out from between her legs, shaking. She pressed it to her lips instead, barely containing the sob-like gasp in her throat.
This wasn't Jasmine anymore.
This wasn't even about power.
This was conversion.
Geeta took another step.
Then another.
Her body trembled.
But she didn't stop.
When she reached the door of the convertible, Jasmine held out her hand.
Geeta hesitated.
But only for a moment.
Then she took it.
Jasmine tugged her gently forward until Geeta was standing between Ryan's legs, just beside the steering wheel. Jasmine shifted to the passenger seat, scooting back onto her knees—still nude, still glistening with sweat and arousal.
Geeta stood there, still dressed from the waist up, but looking utterly undone.
Ryan looked up at her with a calm smile.
"You know what to do."
Geeta stared down at his cock—still thick, wet, and glistening from Jasmine's earlier attention.
Her breath hitched.
Then Jasmine placed a hand on her back.
Between her shoulder blades.
And pushed.
Gently.
Geeta dropped to her knees.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
One hand landed on Ryan's thigh.
The other trembled.
She stared at his cock like it was something sacred—terrifying and divine.
Jasmine leaned down, brushing her cheek against Geeta's ear.
"Open your mouth."
Divya's heart thudded.
Her thighs trembled.
She crouched deeper into hiding, face flushed, body throbbing with heat.
She watched Geeta's lips part.
Watched Ryan stroke himself once—then hold it toward her.
Geeta leaned in.
Tongue first.
A single, tentative lick along the underside.
Ryan hissed.
"That's it…" Jasmine whispered, stroking her hair.
"Good girl."
Divya whimpered behind her knuckles.
Her own pussy clenched violently.
She rubbed her thighs together, painfully, desperately—but it wasn't enough.
She watched as Geeta wrapped her lips around Ryan's cock, slowly taking the tip into her mouth.
Ryan groaned. His hand rested on her head. Not pushing—just holding.
Guiding.
Geeta's shoulders dropped.
She began bobbing slowly.
Timidly.
Learning the rhythm.
Her mouth stretched wider.
Her jaw trembled.
Jasmine sat behind her, hands petting up and down her back, cooing like a trainer praising a favored pet.
"You're doing so well," she breathed. "That's it. Use your tongue. Keep your lips tight."
Geeta moaned around the cock.
Divya's whole body jolted.
The sound was so raw. So real.
Divya's hand slipped back under her waistband, without permission from her brain.
She rubbed.
Hard.
She was already soaked.
The pressure was unbearable.
And watching Geeta—watching her melt in Jasmine's hands, surrender under Ryan's cock, that was what finally snapped her control.
In the car, Jasmine now guided Geeta's head, slowly moving it in a deeper rhythm.
Geeta gagged.
Jasmine stroked her hair and whispered: "That's a good sound."
Ryan grunted, hips flexing.
"You're better than I expected."
Geeta whimpered in response, but didn't stop.
Didn't pull back.
Divya rubbed harder, eyes locked on Geeta's bobbing head.
Her lips glistened with spit.
Ryan's cock disappeared and reappeared in her mouth in wet, messy rhythm.
Then Jasmine did something Divya wasn't ready for.
She leaned down beside Geeta.
And began kissing her neck.
Licking her shoulder.
Then whispered:
"You'll suck him with me now."
And she joined her.
Divya gasped.
Jasmine and Geeta.
Both.
On their knees.
Side-by-side.
Their heads moved in unison—one licking the tip, the other sucking the shaft. They alternated. Then shared.
Jasmine moaned.
Geeta moaned louder.
Ryan growled.
"Don't stop."
Divya's fingers blurred.
Her clit throbbed violently.
Her thighs shook.
She bit her wrist to stay quiet.
Her eyes fluttered—but didn't close.
She had to see it.
All of it.
Ryan's hand fisted both their hair.
He thrust gently into their mouths.
Jasmine took him deep—then pulled off with a wet gasp, leaving Geeta to continue.
Geeta obeyed without question.
She sucked hard.
Sloppy.
Devoted.
Jasmine kissed her cheek.
"You're already his."
Divya came.
Silently.
Violently.
Behind the SUV.
Her knees buckled.
Her hand clamped over her mouth.
Her whole body convulsed.
And she never looked away.
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POV: Divya Rana | Time: 8:34 a.m. | Location: Behind SUV – Airport Parking Lot
It was like watching a dream.
A dirty, beautiful, twisted dream soaked in sweat and sun and spit.
Divya's knees were on the edge of collapse, hidden behind the SUV now, one hand flat on the ground for balance, the other shaking inside her panties. She'd already cum once. Too fast. Too hard. But the ache hadn't left. If anything, it had deepened.
And then she saw it.
Geeta stepped forward.
Not a shuffle, not a stumble—an actual step. Hesitant, trembling, but willing.
Divya peeked through the gap between the cars. Her heart stuttered.
Geeta was in front of Ryan now. Jasmine had scooted to the side of the passenger seat, her body still flushed from her earlier ride. Her legs were tucked beneath her, one bare breast resting against the leather, nipples swollen and glistening with sweat.
Ryan adjusted his seat back another inch.
Jasmine leaned over, her voice a low purr.
"Go on, sweetheart. Sink to your knees. It's easy."
Geeta froze.
One hand hovered at her side. Her lips were parted.
Divya could almost see the war behind her eyes: dignity versus desire. Discipline versus the irresistible pull of submission.
Then Jasmine reached out—softly, gently—and took Geeta's wrist.
She didn't pull.
She just guided.
Down.
And Geeta dropped.
To her knees.
Divya's breath hitched.
Her fingers twitched against her slick core.
She rubbed again—slow, barely moving, already too sensitive.
She watched Ryan look down at Geeta like she was his prize.
And Jasmine? She leaned in behind Geeta and whispered something into her ear.
Divya couldn't hear it.
But she didn't have to.
Geeta's lips opened.
And her head lowered.
She took the tip of Ryan's cock into her mouth like it was holy.
Her tongue traced the underside, trembling.
Her lashes fluttered.
Ryan exhaled—satisfied. Relaxed. In control.
Geeta began bobbing.
Slow. Sloppy. Shaky.
Her lips stretched wide. Her hands braced on his thighs. Her spine curved like a bow.
She gagged once.
Pulled back.
Tried again.
Jasmine's hand stroked her hair, coaxing her like a trainer handling a skittish mare.
"That's it," she whispered. "Good girl. Just like that."
Divya whimpered behind her knuckles.
She rubbed her clit harder, watching Geeta's head fall into rhythm.
Watching her drool.
Watching her submission become pleasure.
Ryan's fingers laced through her hair.
He groaned.
"Faster."
Geeta obeyed.
She moaned around him.
Slurp. Gag. Slrrrk. Wet.
Jasmine kissed her cheek.
Then her neck.
Then pressed her lips to Geeta's ear.
"You ready for your reward?" she whispered.
Geeta didn't answer—just moaned and sucked harder.
Then Jasmine knelt beside her.
Her body fluid, feline, glowing in sweat.
She kissed Geeta's shoulder and slipped her hand around to hold the base of Ryan's shaft.
"Let's do it together."
Divya's fingers stopped.
Her body locked.
She didn't blink.
She watched.
Geeta and Jasmine. Side by side. Mouth to cock.
Two tongues.
Two sets of lips.
One shaft.
They licked. Sucked. Alternated.
One moaned.
The other swallowed.
Ryan tilted his head back and let out a breathless groan.
His hand gripped both their hair now—one in each fist.
"That's fucking beautiful."
Jasmine's tongue traced along the shaft while Geeta bobbed.
Then they switched.
Geeta licked while Jasmine swallowed him whole.
They worked in sync.
Like they'd done it a dozen times.
Divya's hand picked up again—rubbing desperately.
Her second orgasm built too fast.
Her clit was swollen. Her folds soaked.
She watched Jasmine spit on Ryan's cock, spreading it between them both.
Watched Geeta lick it clean.
Watched Jasmine moan like it was divine.
Then Ryan pulled them both off with a gasp.
His cock glistened. Angry red. Throbbing.
He looked at them like a king surveying his kneeling worshipers.
"You'll take turns now," he said.
"Until one of you begs to be filled again."
Geeta blinked up at him.
Face flushed. Lips swollen.
Jasmine giggled.
"I'll go first," she whispered.
She took him back into her mouth and groaned.
Geeta watched.
Then kissed the base.
Then licked his balls.
Divya came again.
Hard.
Silent.
Her mouth open, eyes wide.
She came on her fingers, her thighs shaking, her breath catching.
And never looked away.