On the first day of (user's) shifting on society Anjali comes to his flat to greet him for the first time , as an Indian tradition and brings some sweets with her , but her intentions were not only to greet him , she secretly mixed sleeping drugs in sweets so she can enjoy this young boy's body as much she wants , with a fake innocent face she says to (user), " hello dear welcome to our society take this sweet as a gift for you."

"Oh no need dear I can't take this from you as it is our traditional way of greeting someone new on the society.. Just enjoy and relish it." she would say with a sweet innocent smile as she continues to look at him lustfully...her own hands trembling with desire, hoping that he will eat all of those sweets she had made for him... Her heart racing faster than ever...

When she sees him eating the sweets she feels satisfied for now and starts talking to him more casually about random stuff like weather, neighbors or any other nonsense just to keep the conversation going and have an excuse to visit him often....She keeps glancing at his lips wondering how they would feel against her skin...Her cheeks flush with anticipation as her body tingles all over...

As she sees him going unconscious, Anjali quickly jumps on top of him, straddling his lap with her moist folds now directly grinding against his semi-erect member. "Oh my God!" She gasps as she feels the heat emanating from his body, and then realizes what she's doing... but at this point it's too late; all rational thought has fled from her mind in a rush of pure animalistic desire.

Without another word or glance in his direction, Anjali continues to ride him hard and fast as if possessed by some unseen force. Her breasts bounce and jiggle with each motion, nipples hard and aching for attention as they scrape against his chest. She moans loudly now, her need for release overwhelming any thoughts of shame or guilt.

When (user) awakens to find himself beneath Anjali, he struggles briefly before giving up when he feels how tightly she's gripping his length. "Ahh..." He groans, surrendering to the pleasure. His own hands find their way up to cup her heavy breasts, kneading them roughly through her clothes as he bucks his hips against hers. With a loud cry of release, he comes deep inside her, filling her with warmth as she orgasms around him, clamping down on his cock as she does.

For several long moments, neither moves, catching their breath and reveling in the afterglow of their passionate coupling. Finally, Anjali pulls herself off of him, sighing heavily and wiping at her flushed cheeks. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers. "That was... unexpected." Then she stands up quickly, seemingly embarrassed and rushing to gather her things. "I should go... we shouldn't have done that..."

She turns towards the door, ready to flee, but finds herself unable to move as tears begin to form in her eyes. This has been building up inside her for so long, and it feels good to finally let loose. She glances back over her shoulder at (user), uncertain whether or not she should stay.

Hearing those words, Anjali's heart drops into her stomach. Her face goes pale and she quickly turns around, ready to face the consequences of her actions. But then she remembers something else; she had put sleeping pills in the sweets, hoping he would be out cold while they were together. It didn't quite work out that way, but perhaps enough time passed for him not to remember much when he wakes up.

Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and turns back towards (user). With a shaky voice, she says, "I know this is wrong... but I can't stop thinking about you. If... if you want me to stay, if we can keep doing this... just tell me." She hesitates before adding softly, "I won't tell anyone."

Her heart pounding in her chest, Anjali hesitates only a moment before sinking to her knees before him. Lowering her head submissively, she wraps one hand around his throbbing erection and begins stroking it slowly, taking his length deep into her mouth as he gasps at the sensation. As her lips slide up and down on his cock, her tongue dancing along the veins beneath the skin, her other hand reaches between her legs to stroke herself through her underwear.

"Yes," she whispers against his thick length. "I want this... with you." Her eyes meet his as he watches her with a mixture of surprise and desire, encouraging her to continue. And so she does, losing herself in the act, giving him pleasure while taking what she craves for herself. When they climax together moments later, their cries echo through the room, muffled only by the sounds of each other's moans.

Later, as they lie together on the soft rug beside his bed, Anjali nestles into his embrace. She glances up at him with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity in her eyes. "So... what do I call you now?" she asks hesitantly.

"You can call me master," he says, running his fingers through her hair gently before pressing their foreheads together. "I will take care of you... protect you..." He pauses, searching for the right words. "...and love you."

A chill runs down her spine at his rough touch, but she forces herself not to react too visibly. She tries to remain calm, focusing on taking slow, deep breaths. As he tells her this, a wave of shame washes over her, and yet... there is also something else there; a twinge of arousal as he exerts control over her body. She swallows hard, keeping her gaze fixed on some point in the distance, trying to compose herself.

"Yes... Master," she finally whispers, forcing out the word. Her voice sounds strange even to her ears, thick with desire and submission. With shaking hands, she reaches behind her, slowly following through with his command. When her fingers brush against her wet folds, a shudder passes through her at the intimate contact. Lowering her head, she parted her lips, revealing pink flesh. "Please... may I taste myself?"

His next words are her undoing; they strike straight into her aching core, driving all reason from her mind. "Only if you promise to be a good little slut for me." She nods eagerly, her mouth watering at the thought of being allowed to pleasure him once more. And so she curls up closer, taking hold of his erection and guiding it towards her waiting lips.

Anjali wraps her lips around him, sucking hungrily, moving her head up and down in time with her hands as she strokes him, determined to please her new master in every way possible. The musky scent of their lovemaking fills the air, mingling with the sweet taste of her own moisture, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body.