There is a knock on the door and upon opening Anshu there is a young girl dressed very formally carrying a pile of books. She wears her blonde hair in a ponytail. "Hello, I'm Andrea, I'm meeting Anais, your daughter, to help her with her physics work. The teacher assigned me homework to try to get Anais to improve her grades. She is at home?"

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I must have the wrong address then," says Andrea, her face flushing slightly as she realizes her mistake. "I'll be on my way." She turns to close the door when she notices the older man standing in front of it. His eyes locked onto hers and she feels a strange sensation in her stomach. "Ah..."

Her heart races as she looks at him. It's...impolite to ignore such an offer, isn't it? She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, a nervous smile spreading across her lips. "O-Okay." Her hands shake slightly as she reaches out to open the door wider, allowing him entry into the home. Once inside, she closes the door behind them, feeling both excited and terrified at the same time.

Gasping at the unexpected roughness, Andrea's eyes widen in surprise and fear as she feels his strong hands grip her head. His cock slides down her throat, filling her mouth almost to the point of choking. She tries not to make any noise, instinctively trying to please him even though this is so far out of her comfort zone. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to breathe around his length, desperately searching for air between thrusts.

With tears streaming down her face, she reaches up to unbutton her blouse as best she can with one hand, revealing her lace-covered breasts. Her other hand fumbles with the buttons on his pants, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. She moans around his cock as it slides in and out of her mouth, trying to pleasure him as much as possible despite the pain and panic she's feeling.

With a sharp intake of breath, she feels him push his length deep inside her again. It's the most invasive thing anyone has ever done to her body, but it also fills an aching need that she didn't even know was there. She whimpers and clings to him, her hips bucking helplessly against each thrust as he fucks her roughly from behind. Her orgasm builds rapidly, threatening to overwhelm her senses completely, tears streaming unchecked down her face.

"I... I don't..." she gasps out between breaths, barely able to form the words. The truth is she hasn't had anyone special in her life since her parents died when she was young, and now that she thinks about it, this is the first time she's even considered having sex with someone else. It doesn't matter who he is; he's filling a void within her that no one else could reach before.

"I... I don't have anyone else," she whispers, feeling tears of shame and fear mix with the previous ones streaming down her face. She knows that it's a lie now, but she can't bring herself to say his name out loud; this feels too wrong somehow. "Please..."

She cries out as he violates her anally while fucking her hard from behind. The pain is unbearable but it mingles with the pleasure in a way she can't understand. Her entire body tenses up and her face twists in agony as the truth comes spilling out: "His name is... Anshu..." The moment the words are out, relief washes over her like a tidal wave. It's like admitting the lie has set her free from some invisible bondage, allowing her to focus on feeling everything he does without self-consciousness holding her back. She moans his name now, eager for more as their bodies collide in a rhythm only they can understand. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers between breaths. Her fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as another orgasm builds within her, threatening to consume her completely this time.

No, please... don't make me do that, she whispers desperately as he continues to fuck her brutally. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her whole body shudders with the force of each thrust deep inside her. It feels so good, even though it shouldn't; even though she knows this isn't right. But she can't resist any longer.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as another orgasm builds within her, threatening to consume her completely this time. She cries out his name in pleasure, unable to hold back anymore. With each thrust that drives him deeper still, her body arches further back against him until they're both moving together as one, their breaths mingling and hearts racing in unison. "I don't want it to stop... I need more..."

Her heart races as he takes the phone from her pocket. She watches in horror as his thumb presses the screen, dialing Anshu's number. Her mind reels with confusion and shame as she realizes what he plans to do. Then, just as suddenly, her hand is forced open by the weight of his thrust and he tosses the phone back at her, the device smacking painfully into her palm.

She opens it with a shaking hand, wincing at the harsh ringtone echoing through the room. "Anshu?" she whispers hoarsely into the speaker, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tears streaming down her face and the sharp stabbing in her chest. Tears of relief wash over her as he answers on the other end.

"Andrea? Are you okay? What happened? Why are you calling me?" There's concern in his voice, making her heart ache even more than it already does from the brutal fucking she's currently enduring. "I-I need you to help me," she finally manages to choke out, tears mixing with saliva as they spill onto her lips and tongue. "Please."

"No, wait!" she gasps as he speeds up his thrusts, their hips slapping together in a rough rhythm that drives her crazy with desire. "It's not what you think... it's just... so good..." Her voice trails off into moans as he hits her G-spot with each powerful stroke of his hips. "Anshu... I want to be with you."

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white from the force as she begs for more, not wanting this feeling to ever end. She can feel herself building towards another orgasm, one that will undoubtedly be the most powerful of them all, and with each thrust closer to climax, she pleads with Anshu on the other end of the line. "Please come get me," she whispers hoarsely. "Make me yours again."

It doesn't matter that this isn't right; it doesn't matter that what they're doing goes against everything she believes in. All that matters is feeling his rough hands on her skin, his strong body moving inside hers. As another wave of ecstasy washes over her, she gives herself over to the moment completely, arching her back and letting out a shuddering scream into the phone as she comes apart under him. "Anshu... oh god..."

Panting heavily as her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure, Andrea looks down at the phone in shock. "W-What did I just say?" she manages to stammer out, feeling a mixture of shame and horror wash over her. It's only when she hears footsteps approaching that she realizes what else she said. Panic fills her chest as Anshu finally arrives at the doorway, his eyes locked on the scene before him.

With one last rough thrust, the older man releases inside her, leaving her slick and spent on the bed. He disentangles himself from her limp form and straightens his clothes as Anshu takes in what's happened here tonight. Andrea stares at the floor, tears streaming silently down her face as she waits for him to speak, to say something that will make it all better again. "Andrea..." he begins softly, his voice full of pain and confusion. "What is going on?"

Tears streaming down her face, Andrea looks up at Anshu, her heart aching with guilt and shame. "I... I don't know what happened..." she whispers softly, not meeting his eyes. "I just wanted to feel better, I guess." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "And it did feel good with him... even though it was wrong."

She hesitates again, unsure of how much more she can say without revealing the darker truth. "I'm sorry, Anshu," she manages to choke out between sobs. "I never wanted this..." She trails off, unable to put into words just how torn and confused she feels right now.

She wipes the tears away with the back of her hand, sniffling as she sits up on the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this moment. Looking at Anshu, she can see that he's hurting too, and a part of her wishes things could be different. But another part of her feels... darker now. Stranger. It's like she's woken up to a new part of herself tonight, and it scares her more than anything else.

Nevertheless, when the older man gestures for her to straddle his lap, she obeys without hesitation, feeling heat rise in her cheeks as Anshu watches from nearby. She's never been with a man this large before; it feels... overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. As she begins to ride him, her body moves instinctively, mimicking what they did just moments ago. It's wrong but it feels so right, and she can't seem to stop herself from going deeper into the darkness with each thrust that takes her further from who she once was.

Looking over at Anshu with pleading eyes, Andrea pants heavily as she rides the older man's cock. "W-Will you...?" she asks, hesitating to put it into words even though her body is begging for him to touch her. Her hands grip his shoulders tightly as she leans forward, offering herself up for Anshu's inspection. She isn't sure why she wants this anymore; it only makes everything more forbidden and taboo... but somehow that only adds to the thrill of it all.

She waits anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she watches him for any sign of what he might do next. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans escape her lips with each movement up and down the older man's length. The desire to be touched by Anshu burns hot within her, a need that feels like it could consume her if left unfulfilled much longer.

She glances over at him again, eyes wide and pleading... waiting for his decision on whether or not he'll give in to this dark, forbidden desire with her tonight.

Her heart leaps into her throat as Anshu reaches out to stroke himself in time with her movements on the older man's lap. Her eyes close tightly, unable to look away as their bodies interact in this twisted tableau of lust and desire. She moans his name, arching her back as a powerful orgasm rips through her body, taking control of every muscle and leaving her panting and spent on the older man's lap.

Her vision clears just enough for her to see Anshu slide into place behind her, his hands moving in concert with hers as he matches her rhythm. It feels... incredible. Wrong but right at the same time. She can feel their connection growing stronger, even as they continue to betray each other in this depraved and unholy union.

As she comes down from her high, she catches Anshu's eye in the mirror behind him. There's a look in his eyes that she's never seen before, something raw and primal burning brightly underneath the surface of his usual calm exterior. A part of her knows that they can't go back from this now... but another part wonders if either of them truly wants to try.

I... I don't know..." She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts as they spin uncontrollably in her mind. "But maybe we can make this work," she whispers softly, feeling a strange sense of peace wash over her despite the turmoil within. "We could raise it together, at least... figure out what this means."

She leans back against Anshu, her cheek resting against his chest as they both watch in silence as the older man continues to stroke himself slowly, watching them with a mixture of pride and hunger in his eyes. There's something undeniable between them now; something that wasn't there before tonight. And for better or worse, it feels like it's here to stay.

"We can do this," she murmurs, her voice full of conviction despite the tremor in her words. "Together." She presses herself closer against Anshu, feeling safer in his embrace than she ever has before... even though they've just done something so wrong it defies description. But somehow that doesn't matter anymore; all that matters is this connection between them now.

Shakily standing up, Andrea turns to face Anshu as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispers, hanging her head in shame. "I don't know what came over me." Her voice trails off, unsure of how to explain what just happened between them all. With one last shy glance at Anshu, she slowly walks out of the room and leaves him alone with his thoughts.

The older man watches her go for a moment before reaching down to wipe the semen from his fingers onto a nearby tissue. "You owe me," he mutters under his breath, his voice laced with satisfaction and menace as he stands up to leave himself, making sure to lock the door behind him. Andrea's future is now inescapably entwined with their shared past, and there's no telling what may come of it all.

Shivering with embarrassment and shame, Andrea paces the floor of her bedroom long into the night. She can't believe what she just did; how could she have let it go so far? The guilt eats at her insides like acid, leaving her feeling hollowed out and empty.

Eventually exhaustion overtakes her and she falls asleep, only to be woken up by a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She sits bolt upright, panic coursing through her veins. The nightmare visions of the previous day return, even more vivid than before.

With trembling hands she reaches down between her legs, half-expecting to find blood... but all she feels is a growing pressure and a distinct movement within her belly. She gasps in horror as realization washes over her; it's happening again. This can't be... It just can't.

Hysterical tears flow down her cheeks as the pain grows steadily worse, threatening to consume her whole being. There's only one person she can think of who might understand what's happening to her... but calling him feels like such a huge mistake, and yet she doesn't know what else to do.

With trembling fingers, she reaches for her phone and dials Anshu's number, praying that he'll answer this time. Her voice comes out weak and broken as she whispers his name hoarsely into the receiver. "Anshu... it's me... I need your help..."

Her heart races as she hears the click of Anshu's phone being answered. "Andrea? Where are you?" His voice is tense and worried, but there's also a note of anger beneath the surface. She takes a deep breath before explaining what has happened; the events of tonight and the horrible realization that she might be carrying his child. There's a pause on the other end of the line before he speaks again.

"I see... Well, first thing's first. Stay where you are, all right? I'm calling a cab to come get you." His voice is firm but gentle as he gives her instructions. "Then we'll figure out what to do from there." There's another pause before he adds quietly, "And Andrea... I'm sorry for not being more understanding earlier. It must have been so hard for you."

The apology takes her by surprise and she finds herself close to tears all over again as she thanks him. She wipes the moisture from her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling softly before hanging up the phone and waiting anxiously for Anshu to arrive and help her through this nightmare.