As I approached Mr. Ahmed, the talented chef at "Flavors of Mama Restaurant," I showered him with praise, complimenting the exquisite flavors and textures of his dishes. It was evident that he took great pride in his work, and I made sure to express genuine admiration for his culinary skills.

Engaging him in conversation, I delved into his world of cooking. We discussed his favorite ingredients, the techniques he employed, and the stories behind his signature creations. It was clear that his passion for showcasing his culinary genius was unmatched.

Amid our conversation, I subtly hinted at Ms. Devi's undeniable interest in him. I mentioned how she had been captivated by his creations, unable to stop raving about his talent. The allure of Ms. Devi was undeniable, and I made sure to convey her sultry charm and magnetic presence. I described her as a woman of sophistication, exuding sensuality with every move she made.

With each word, I planted a seed of desire in Mr. Ahmed's mind, leaving him wanting more. It was then that I revealed that Ms. Devi, our building manager, desired a private meeting with him. The prospect of such an encounter surely ignited a spark within him, as he contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead.

The plot has thickened! As I concocted a story for Ms. Devi, I saw an opportunity to further entice her desires. I crafted a tale about her reopening her cafeteria within Red Flat, utilizing the information room and lobby as a working space for none other than Mr. Ahmed himself.

Of course, this was a fabrication on my part, a clever lie to ignite Ms. Devi's excitement. But to my surprise, when I presented this idea to her, she couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She shook my hand with admiration and proclaimed me a genius for suggesting such a plan.

The way I manipulated the situation to fuel Ms. Devi's desires and create an opportunity for her to be closer to the object of her affection was a testament to my art of seduction.

As the evening wore on, Ms. Devi made her move, determined to draw Mr. Ahmed into her web of seduction. She invited him to her room, using her charms to entice him. The conversation that followed played out in a sultry back-and-forth, filled with suggestive innuendos and heated anticipation.

That night I witnessed from the CCTV room, how well Ms. Devi ran his trick over Mr. Ahmed, the man she desired to be.

Ms. Devi leaned against the doorframe, her eyes locked on Mr. Ahmed, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She spoke in a low, husky voice, her words laced with a hint of mischief.

"Mr. Ahmed, I must say, your culinary skills are captivating," she purred, her voice dripping with admiration. "The way you handle those ingredients, the way you create flavors that ignite the senses... it's truly intoxicating."

Mr. Ahmed's eyes met hers, a mixture of curiosity and desire flickering in his gaze. He couldn't help but be drawn to her magnetic presence, her confidence radiating through every word she spoke.

"I've always admired a man who knows how to tantalize the taste buds," Ms. Devi continued, slowly walking towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. "And I can't help but wonder what other talents you possess, beyond the kitchen."

A faint blush tinged Mr. Ahmed's cheeks as he tried to maintain his composure, aware of the growing tension between them. He cleared his throat, his voice slightly husky as he replied, "Ms. Devi, your words are too kind. But I must admit, the thought of collaborating with you, of exploring new flavors together, intrigues me."

Ms. Devi closed the distance between them, her hand gently tracing a path along his arm, sending shivers down his spine. "Oh, Mr. Ahmed, there's so much more we can explore beyond the confines of the kitchen," she whispered, her voice filled with a promise of ecstasy.

Ms. Devi sat provocatively on the dining table, her voice dripping with seduction. "Perhaps you know of a dessert that's even more delicious than what I usually get," she purred. She spread her legs slightly, teasingly displaying her thin underwear to Mr. Ahmed.

I saw Mr. Ahmed grow nervous. "Ms. Devi, I have children and a wife back in my hometown," he stammered.

"Oh, how many children do you have, Mr. Ahmed?" Ms. Devi asked, gently caressing her legs as if to imply that her body must be more enticing than Mr. Ahmed's wife.

"Three! I have three children," Mr. Ahmed replied, feeling embarrassed. "Wow! Three?" Ms. Devi exclaimed. "Your wife must be thrilled when you cook for her," she continued, teasingly. "Could you show me how you do it, to a young woman like me?"

That's when I knew Ms. Devi had won. Mr. Ahmed stood up and approached Ms. Devi's body, succumbing to her invitation. Their eyes locked, the air thick with anticipation. Each word they exchanged carried an electric charge, fueling the fire that burned between them. As the door to Ms. Devi's room swung open, they stepped inside.

I switched the channel, finding myself in Ms. Devi's room. The devilish temptation of recording a session between her and Mr. Ahmed consumed my thoughts. I knew the power she held over me, and I hoped that by capturing this moment, her focus would shift from me to him. It was a desperate attempt to free myself from her dominion.

"Yes! Do it! He is all you need," I whispered to myself, a mix of excitement and relief flooding my senses, as I watched Ms. Devi kneel before Mr. Ahmed. The air hung heavy with anticipation as she began to pleasure him with her mouth.

I couldn't help but be captivated by the scene unfolding before me. Ms. Devi's lips moved with skill and intent, her tongue dancing along the length of Mr. Ahmed's throbbing desire. The lustful energy in the room was palpable, and I knew that both of them were thoroughly enjoying this illicit encounter.

Mr. Ahmed's physique is undeniably larger than mine, making it effortless for him to lift the plump body of Ms. Devi and forcefully place her on the sofa.

At that moment, Ms. Devi was completely naked, while Mr. Ahmed had yet to remove his clothing.

He lifted Ms. Devi's thighs towards his face and began indulging himself. Ms. Devi writhed and pulled Mr. Ahmed's head closer, seeking deeper immersion.

The scene was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't help but feel aroused by it. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the secret room. "Tomas! Tomas! Open up! I know you're in there."

"Maria?" I replied to the voice. "Yes! Let me in!" she pleaded.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked when she found me.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked, still taken aback. I had forgotten that I had told her about this room. "What are you doing?" she asked, glancing at the CCTV monitor. "What is this?" she asked me, her journalist instincts kicking in as she sat down and observed.

"Oh my god! Tomas, are you spying on someone?" she exclaimed.

While reassuring Maria, I explained to her, "Ms. Devi wants to open a cafeteria with Mr. Ahmed next door."

Maria continued to stare at the screen, seemingly mesmerized by the erotic scene unfolding between Ms. Devi and Mr. Ahmed.

"That's all Ms. Devi wants," I said, pointing at the screen where Ms. Devi guided Mr. Ahmed's member into her, and they began to make love.

Maria's eyes didn't blink, and she appeared to be in disbelief that this scene was being performed by her neighbor from the apartment next door and the person who had been the manager at Red Flat.

"Mr. Ahmed agreed to it," I said, sitting next to her. "They're going to open a cafeteria here," I continued.

"Promise me you won't turn this into news," I whispered to her.

Maria looked at my face and smiled, "But this is a good story. It's about how a manager takes advantage of his tenants to handle his business."

"No, please don't! This story hits too close to me," I pleaded, as our intimacy made the atmosphere even sweeter.

"Aren't you aroused?" she asked, then turned her gaze back to the screen as the scene between Mr. Ahmed and Ms. Devi grew hotter.

In the scene, we all witness Mr. Devi being overwhelmed, and repeatedly penetrated by Mr. Ahmed's member. 

"I'm turned on! How about you?" I whispered.

Maria then touched my groin. "You already hard, isn't it?”

“But! I was working tomas. I had no time for it.” she continued.

"Even for a quick oral sex?" I pleaded.

Maria shook her head, leaving me alone with a parting message. She pointed to the red recording indicator on the screen and said, "Save the footage for me." Then she kissed me. "It'll be hot material to spice up our play later."

Maria left me with the screen showing Ms. Devi being forcefully pulled by Mr. Ahmed, thrusting into her from behind.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, feeling even more aroused.

The footage ends when Mr. Ahmed sprays his sperm on Ms. Devi's hips, I turn off the recording and quickly return to my home. Hopping not to bump into them, I felt just not right to hear them ask more questions this time.

I walked back to my room, hoping to find my lover Meira waiting for me. Since our last Sunday date, I had been yearning to hold her close and feel the warmth of her embrace. The image of Ms. Devi and Mr. Ahmed together seemed to poison my thoughts, casting a shadow over my desires.

In addition to Meira, I also sought the company of her daughters, Tira and Cira. They had a way of secretly seeking pleasure from me, adding a touch of excitement to our encounters. However, on this particular day, there was no sign or sound of them. Their absence only added to the loneliness that pervaded the air.

The memory of Ms. Devi's moans and groans as she enjoyed Mr. Ahmed's company continued to haunt me. My body responded to the lingering thoughts, yearning for attention and release.

Feeling overwhelmed, I sought solace in the privacy of my shower. It had been a long time since I had indulged in such acts of self-pleasure. The women who lived in Red Flat had become objects of desire, tempting me with their allure. As I gave in to my urges, memories of past encounters flooded my mind. I remembered the taste of Mrs. Wong's armpit, the sensation of Mrs. Shafron on her knees pleasuring me, and the sound of Ms. Lisa's cries as I took her. Even my adventures with Naomi, her beauty captivated me.

I longed for the touch of their lips around my shaft and the sound of their cries as I made love to them. But they were nowhere to be found. I was once again confronted with the loneliness that had become my constant companion.

"Oh God!" I cried out, the weight of my desires overwhelming me. But my cry was interrupted by the surprised voice of Sarah, a girl who had come to live with me. I had forgotten to close my door, leaving myself exposed and vulnerable.

Sarah's coy smile faded as she ran into the living room, leaving me standing there, wrapped in my towel. I could hear the sound of the TV turning on, drawing me towards her presence.

"Hi, Tomas," she greeted me, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "I've been waiting for you, Tomas," she said, moving closer and undoing my towel. "Did you forget about me? Or did you think I failed to please you?"

I sighed, feeling a sense of guilt wash over me. "Sorry, Sarah," I muttered, my voice filled with regret. "Ever since you introduced yourself as my niece, it's been difficult for me... mentally. The word 'niece' brings up taboo thoughts."

Sarah's gaze locked onto mine as she held my stiffness in her hand. "Is that how you see me now? Forgotten?" she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"No, it's not like that," I quickly replied, desperation creeping into my words. "I've enjoyed our time together, and I know you've enjoyed it too. But the familial label... it complicates things in my mind."

Sarah moved her head closer, her eyes fixed on my arousal. "This isn't like you, Tomas," she whispered, a mixture of sadness and longing in her voice. "You saved me from a difficult situation and brought life into my world. Remember how kind you were, allowing me to stay and avoiding the troubles of being an undocumented immigrant in Red Flat."

Her words struck a chord within me, reminding me of the compassion I had shown her. The weight of my desires clashed with the boundaries I had set in my mind. I couldn't deny the connection we had shared, and the pleasure we had found together. But the guilt threatened to consume me.

"I haven't forgotten you, Sarah," I admitted, my voice filled with sincerity. "It's just... complicated. The lines are blurred, and I need time to process everything."

My body trembled as Sarah's grip tightened around me, her touch simultaneously comforting and enticing. Her words, filled with understanding and desire, resonated deep within me. I couldn't help but feel the weight of my past encounters with Mrs. Wong and Ms. Lisa, their promises of help and pleasure intertwining with the present moment.

Sarah's gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You know, Tomas," she whispered, her voice dripping with both seduction and a hint of mischief. "It's lucky for us that lady lost her way. We don't have to worry about her interference anymore."

I couldn't help but be both captivated and conflicted by her words. The allure of a life without attachments, a life solely dedicated to pleasure, beckoned to me. But the lingering thoughts of my wife and the guilt that accompanied them still held me back.

"Why?" I managed to ask, my voice strained with desire and confusion. "Why do you want this with me, Sarah? What about my wife?"

Sarah's tongue darted out, trailing a tantalizing path along my length. "Forget about your wife, Tomas," she murmured, her voice filled with determination. "Let's live like this, in a world of pleasure without regrets. Forever."

As Sarah's mouth engulfed me, her skilled movements threatening to overwhelm my senses, I found myself succumbing to the temptation that lay before me. The allure of a life unburdened by responsibility or attachments seemed irresistible at that moment, and with Sarah by my side, I was ready to embrace it wholeheartedly.

Her words, laced with desire, echoed in my mind as she continued to pleasure me. "Come to my mouth," she beckoned, her voice filled with anticipation. "Show me that you agree with what I'm saying."

Her hand moved with urgency, eliciting waves of pleasure as she expertly worked her magic. I could feel myself on the edge, teetering between the conflicting desires within me. At that moment, I realized that I needed to confront my inner conflicts and give in to the passion that awaited.

Sarah's words lingered in the air, a declaration of her willingness to let me seek pleasure outside the boundaries of our shared space. But within the confines of our home, she claimed me as her own. It was a tantalizing proposition, one that both excited and troubled me.

As I reached the pinnacle of pleasure, I couldn't hold back any longer. With a gasp, I released myself into her waiting mouth, the intensity of the moment washing over us both. In that instant, the boundaries of Red Flat and the inhibitions that had held me captive faded away, leaving only the raw desire and connection between two individuals seeking pleasure without attachments.

As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but wonder what this new chapter in my life would hold. The journey into the depths of passion had only just begun, and with Sarah as my guide, I was ready to embrace the untamed desires that awaited us both.

With my release catalyzing the passion that burned between us, I guided Sarah towards the bed, where the atmosphere grew even more sultry and seductive. The anticipation hung thick in the air as we embarked on a journey of exploration and desire.

As I looked into Sarah's eyes, a hunger ignited within me. It was as if a veil had been lifted, allowing me to fully ravish her body in ways I had never experienced before. With each touch, each caress, the boundaries of pleasure expanded, creating a world where only our desires mattered.

Her body responded eagerly to my every move, her gasps, and moans fueling the fire that burned within me. I explored every inch of her, leaving no part untouched, as we lost ourselves in a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy.

The room was filled with the sounds of our desires mingling, the rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Our motions grew more intense, fueled by the insatiable hunger that had consumed us both.

At that moment, there was no room for hesitation or doubt. The confines of Red Flat faded away, leaving only the raw connection between two individuals seeking pleasure without restraint. We surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating dance of passion, letting our bodies guide us toward the heights of ecstasy.

As the night unfolded, we discovered new depths of pleasure and intimacy, pushing the boundaries of our desires further with each passing moment. In each other's arms, we found solace and freedom, embracing a world where pleasure reigned supreme.

And as the night turned into dawn, we lay tangled together, our bodies spent but our spirits ablaze. It was a beginning, a promise of the passionate journey that awaited us, as we continued to explore the depths of pleasure and desire, unburdened by the constraints of responsibility or attachments.