by Kalpana Kali
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EROTIC TALES OF THE
MODERN INDIAN GIRL:
BILLIONAIRE’S BIKER BABE 2
Kalpana Kali
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MODERN INDIAN GIRL:
BILLIONAIRE’S BIKER BABE 2
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Lila zoomed through a turn on the outside lane of the practice track, watching the speedometer. She cursed at Lochan in her mind. The motion felt wrong. Ever since he had messed with the bike’s calibrations, she couldn’t feel the movement of the machine under her they way she usually did. She had to constantly double check herself with the instruments.
It was the same with her brain. Ever since Lochan had cornered her in the garage three nights ago and fucked her, Lila’s mind wasn’t balanced. She kept flashing back to the way he had tied her up and used her. He had called her a slut and told her that her true purpose in life was to bear his children. And the worst part is that she had enjoyed it inside. She had experienced thunderous orgasms under his treatment of her.
With an angry twist, Lila revved the engine out of the turn and checked her speed again.
“You’re still braking too much into the turns,” the radio in her helmet crackled. “You have to trust the weight to stay stable.”
She couldn’t escape him. Now that he’d bought the team, Lochan had put two-way communications in their gear so he could coach her. She gritted her teeth as the next turn approached. Why was he even spending money on the team? He had made it clear he didn’t want her for her racing. He wanted her as a pregnant trophy. She supposed a billionaire like Lochan could spend money without worrying if it made sense.
As her instincts told her ‘no’, Lila kept her fingers from squeezing the brake until just before the next turn. It took all her strength of mind to guide the bike at such a high speed. But when she emerged into the straightway, she knew she had gained at least a quarter-second. Her pussy tingled at the rush of accomplishment.
“Excellent,” said Lochan in her ear. “I told you that you could do it.”
Lila could not help but feel a flicker of pride at his words. Then she gritted her teeth. No. I can’t let him in. I don’t want the life he has planned for me. I don’t want to be his sexual servant. I don’t want him making me pregnant.
When the training session was over, Lila left the bike in Lochan’s hands. She didn’t speak to him. She hadn’t said a word to him directly since their sexual encounter. He had not said anything either. Lochan’s revelation—that he was the secret billionaire owner of the team and not just a lowly mechanic—stayed between them. The crew had picked up on their feud. The three junior techs were constantly edging around Lochand and Lila. They brought messages from Lochan to her and carried Lila’s replies back. Mostly it was Lila agreeing to whatever changes Lochan was making, though she often sent back a disagreement to show she was still in control.
She had to try hard to keep her eyes away from his work-hardened, oil-stained body as he indulged his habit of going shirtless. He fit among the machines and tools quite well she had to admit, like he was one of them almost, a man powered by a high-performance engine and built for feats of sexual magnificence.
Lila needed a cold shower to clear her head, but she was afraid to use the cubicle again. That was how she had lost her clothes last time.
Three more days until the final race of the Bangalore racing season and she could be done with all this. Lots of other teams would hire her. And he’ll just buy them out too. He won’t stop until he gets me. I could go ride in Germany or America and he’d still make me his. Lila could not help but give an admiring acknowledgment of Lochan’s determination.
A sense of shame then overtook her at how weak she was. She found the team manager’s office. Govinder wasn’t in. She slammed the door so that she had the empty office to herself then she closed the curtains of the window that looked out onto the garage floor. Lila sat on the couch and fought back tears.
Lochan walked in, looking like he did indeed own the place. He shut the door and said, “Alright, I’ve had enough of this moping shit. I gave you some time to adjust and you’re still acting like I did something terrible.”
“You did! You tried to make me pregnant. You want to take away this whole life I have and make me into some village bride. You can’t just go around forcing women to have your children!”
“I didn’t force you. You were begging me have my babies by the time I came inside you.”
A shiver ran down Lila’s back at the memory, but she gathered herself. “That doesn’t matter. You had me tied up. I was confused and trying to make you happy and I knew you wanted—”
“Make me happy, huh?” He stroked Lila’s hair above her ear. “I like the sound of that. I think you making me happy is something you think about a lot.”
She swatted his hand away. “No, not like that. I mean I’m trying to get you to back off and leave me alone.”
“When you went home that night, did you wash yourself out?”
“Yes,” she lied, knowing what he was insinuating.
She had wanted to flush the bastard’s sperm out of her, but when she put her fingers down there to clean herself, the touch on her sensitive pussy and knowing what was inside—knowing why Lochan had left it in there—had all combined to make her head spin with lust. Lila had ended up stroking herself to three enormous orgasms recalling the ravishment she had received.
Lochan smiled knowingly at her. “Oh, I think I saw something different on my camera feed.”
Lila sprang up. “You have cameras in my house? You’re spying on me!? How dare—”
He caught her by the hair and set her firmly back on the couch, saying, “I’m fed up of this shit.” While he kept her still with one hand, he unzipped himself with the other. “I’m going to remind you what your purpose in life is.”
“No,” Lila protested. “I refuse. I won’t do it.” Yet she licked her lips as his meaty cock sprung up through his flies, bringing his dark aroma with it.
“You’re lying if you say you don’t want me. You didn’t enjoy me fucking you?”
“Yes, but— I mean no, I— It’s not about the sex, okay? I’m not letting you try to get me pregnant.”
He smiled and pressed the leaking head of his cock against her cheek. Lila could have pulled away, but she didn’t want to look weak. Or maybe the truth was that having him impose himself on her made Lila feel weak in a way she enjoyed? Lochan said, “So you like fucking, you just don’t want me cumming in your pussy?”
“Yes,” said Lila, seizing an opportunity to stop his plans.
He wiped the slit of his cock across her lips, smearing his fluid on them. Lila took a deep nervous breath.
“So,” Lochan said, “No cumming in your pussy...how about your mouth?”
“I...”
He pushed forward and she opened up, allowing him inside. This was her first ever blow job and the thickne
ss of the shaft caught her off guard. She had to make an extra effort to let him fit as she struggled to keep her teeth away.
Why was she working this hard to please him?
Because if he comes in your mouth, he won’t come in your pussy.
Lochan held her head at the sides in his rough hands and stroked her hair with his thumbs. Lila used her tongue against the wide knob, barely able to circle it. She kept slurping and sucking, her lips tight on the other side of the flared head. The leaking precum tingled on her tongue as she swiped under the tip.
“Use your fist and stroke the rest of it,” commanded Lochan.
Lila brought up a hand to take the thick, warm middle portion of his cock. Her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around it. Pressing against the underside with her thumb, she jacked the loose skin.
Lochan stopped her. “I take it this is your first time sucking a guy, Bright Eyes?”
Lila lowered her gaze and nodded. Why am I ashamed of that? Because I couldn’t perform as well as he needed me to?
He said, “Get it all wet. That way it’ll be slippery for your hand. Spread the cock juice with your tongue.”
She backed off and swallowed the slimy spit that had built up in her mouth. The cock looked like it was mile long from her perspective, like it would take an hour to coat it with her tongue.
After taking some time to work up some saliva, Lila started behind the wide rim of the cock, licking backward and coating the skin with moisture. She returned to the front end and stuck her tongue in the piss slit, gathering some of the slick, tangy liquid there. This time she went down the other side of the cock, tracing over the bumps of Lochan’s throbbing veins as she spread his juices.
“Your tongue was made for this,” said Lochan. “And your lips are all shiny and red. I could watch you kneeling in front of me all day while you lick my cock. Like Beauty with a Beast.”
It took her a while, but Lila got most of the long shaft slick and ready. With her fingertip, she took a final dab of the lube dripping off the end of the cock and spread it in her palm.
Lila pumped the lower half of his prick with vigor and plunged her mouth down onto his cock. She wanted to make him shoot hard. Maybe he would forget all about impregnating her if he found out he liked Lila’s blow jobs enough. She sucked lovingly, setting a rhythm with her head as she went up and down on the wide cock.
“I’m gonna come,” said Lochan, his voice edged with pleasure. “You sure you don’t want me to put it in your pussy? Last chance, Bright Eyes.”
The image of his strong, virile cock spurting in her passage played across Lila’s mind. She pictured those huge cum-filled balls of his pumping their load into her. It would be so easy to say yes. Lila could spread her legs and let him do the work. And it would feel so delicious. There really was a part of her longing to get knocked-up.
No. I can’t give up the life I have. I don’t want to belong to any man. Not even a rich, sexy man who drives me wild.
Lochan tightened his grip on her hair and held her still. He told her, “Keep sucking. Swallow and keep sucking!”
Lila braced herself as she kept her lips and cheeks working. The knob inside seemed to swell and then the shaft in her hand pulsed and a geyser of cum erupted into her. She coughed as the first blast of warm liquid clogged her throat, then she swallowed. Lochan kept pressure on her head to remind her not to back away. She forced herself to stay still and keep sucking as spurt upon spurt of tingling semen splashed the back of her mouth.
‘Doesn’t he ever go empty?’ Lila marveled. Then another thought struck her ominously. ‘Is this what he shot into me last time? He could make me pregnant a million time over with this. He probably already did.’ Lila kept swallowing, using her tongue to reach all the cum that had filled every corner of her mouth.
When she was sure she had gotten it all, Lila returned her tongue worshipfully to Lochan’s conquering tool. She explored the slit, getting the last of the cum it had to offer her.
“I could get used to this,” said Lochan.
Lila looked up as he eased back, removing his cock. A movement to the left caught her eye. The office door was open! She saw the boots of at least two of the techs as they scattered.
When she tried to chase after them, Lochan held her back. “Leave them,” he said. “All they did was watch.”
“They shouldn’t have been anywhere near here.” Lila looked at the door handle. “Did you leave the door unlocked? Did you plan this and tell them to come see how you used me?”
“Yes.”
Stunned that he would so readily admit his treachery, Lila dropped to the couch and sat with her head in her hands. Lochan stroked her head like a pet dog and she was too drained to stop him. He walked out of the door with a chuckle.
It took fifteen minutes for Lila to get brave enough to walk outside. The first technician she met was Munesh, who was working on a wheel at a workbench. His twin brother, Sudesh was in the corner working on the computer with the third tech, Deo—the two of them pretending not to pay attention to her.
She said nothing as she examined Munesh’s work, letting the knowledge of what he had seen thicken the air between them. Out of the corner of her eye she examined him. He was her height, with a slim physique. He and his brother had a boyish quality about them and Lila actually treated them like little brothers most of the time despite them being a year older.
“Look,” she said, “About what happened in—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, as if she had been the one to do something wrong. “We’re all happy for you.”
“Happy for me?”
“Yeah,” said Deo, joining in from his seat at the computer. “Lochan’s a cool guy and he’s rich.”
“How do you know he’s rich?”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Yeah,” said Munesh, “he pretends he’s a simple mechanic, but he’s really educated and he gets dropped off at work every morning by a limousine. And his shirt are cheap crap, but those work boots of his had to cost at least eight hundred U.S. dollars.”
“It doesn’t matter what kind of money he has,” Lila said, trying to stop the Lochan admiration party she had accidentally started.
Sudesh grinned and said, “Well, if all you want him for is his body and having wild sex, that’s okay too. We actually thought you might be a lesbian the way you usually ignore—”
Lila grabbed him by his collar and said, “My sex life is not your concern. Don’t talk about what I do and stop spying on me!” She left them behind in silence and walked over to her personal bike. She kicked it into life and raced off in anger, the taste of Lochan still in her mouth.
She rode in a fury, taking random roads until the gas gauge showed almost empty. She knew there was a filling station not far from where she was and she pulled into it near sunset.
“Nandram?” she said, surprised to see who the attendant was.
“Hello Lila, it’s good to see you. You’re visiting?”
“Well, I didn’t know you were here, actually. This where you work now?”
Nandram was a beefy man with a slight pot belly. He set the fuel line into the bike and started pumping the gas. “Yes, madam. Since your new owner fired me, I had to find something quickly. I have children to feed and I have to pay for school things and braces and—”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” Lila said. “You know if it was up to me I’d have kept you around instead of the jackass they replaced you with.”
“I hear he’s very good, though. You’re better off with him, madam. I just wish I was around to learn a bit, you know? Sudesh says he teaches them new things all the time.”
Inspiration struck Lila. She could have an ally if Nandram came back, someone to blunt Lochan’s sick influence over the crew. “Tell you what,” she said. “Why don’t you meet me at the garage tomorrow and I’ll see if I can’t set something up for you?”
***
Her good mood vanished as soon
as she reached home. She checked every corner of her apartment, but could find no trace of cameras. Had Lochan been lying? Or was he so rich he could buy cameras no one would ever detect?
Lila showered with a towel around her body and went to bed, her dreams troubled by images of Lochan’s body and the memories of his touch.
***
She practically pulled Nandram into the office the next morning. Lochan was there with Govinder, the team boss.
Lila said, “It’s wrong that you just put this man out on the street. He gave us years of service and I demand you put him back on staff.”
Govinder said, “I can’t do that without the owner’s authorization. You—”
“You’re the manager,” Lila said scornfully. “If you think we need a consultant to ease the transition for the new mechanic, you can authorize it. You pay for more expensive shit all the time.”
“Lila,” said Govinder, sweating, “I can’t—”
Lochan interrupted. “I say hire him.”
Govinder looked at him. “You don’t make those decisions, Lochan.”
“No, but I know the guy who does very well. If I say I need an assistant, he’ll be okay with it.”
Govinder looked at Nandram and said, “Looks like you got your job back.”
Nandram took Lila’s hand and kissed the back of it. He said, “Thank you so much, madam. My whole family is grateful.”
She stopped him before he tried to kiss her feet or made some other grand, old-fashioned gesture. “Come with me and I’ll—”
“No,” said Lochan. “He’s my assistant now, Bright Eyes. I’ll set him up with what he needs.”
Nandram said, “Lead the way, sir.”
No. It’s supposed to be me in control of Nandram.
But it was too late. Nandram was falling under Lochan’s spell too. They went to work on the computer, Lochan showing him all the modifications he had made and Nandram nodding in approval all the time.
The practice sessions were intense that day. The final race was only two days away. Lochan pushed Lila harder than ever as she zipped around the track, learning the new limits of her motorbike and becoming the aggressive driver he wanted her to be. It was tiring, but the way she became almost an extension of Lochan’s will was unnerving. She responded to his commands on instinct and felt accomplishment when she got things correct.
