It was one of the rainy days in Mumbai when Richa had to travel in a public transport bus during the rush hours. She had put up a yellow colour transparent saree with a black blouse inside offcourse a sleeveless one with deep cuts on either of the sides. There were no heavy rains but it was drizzling all the while making the traffic a bit slow and the rush to increase. Richa managed to get into the bus and reached over to ladies seat which were all occupied. As always there were men standing around those seats to have glimpses and Richa was already inviting a lot of attention due to her dressing. She looked around and found one person standing there, elegantly dressed and looking descent. She moved into his direction and stood beside him. The man, although looked descent, did not loose the opportunity to check Richa once which she did not mind a lot.
As the bus was moving towards the destination, more and more people started getting into and rush was only increasing. The conductor was literally forcing people to move to the front and there was some pushing where Richa was standing. She had moved very close to the man now who was about an inch taller than Richa. He was holding the handle at the top and standing there tightly while Richa was pushed under his arm. She tried moving her face to indicate her discomfort and suggesting the man to move his arm but the fellow absolutely didn’t react. He was probably enjoying Richa’s discomfort. Richa tried to look around to see if she can adjust somewhere else but looking at the horny men standing behind she remained stuck to her place.
The bus was not an AC bus and since it was raining all the while, the windows were shut leading to lot of suffocation, people were sweating a lot too. Richa had to hold the rod very tightly in order to avoid falling into him and that fellow noticed it perfectly. He made his first move when he rolled his half sleeve shirt further up leaving Richa’s face terribly close to his armpits. Richa could not help but notice his hairy amrpit and the odour it was throwing. She had no option but to keep her eyes closed. But then the crowd increased even more in the subsequent bus stops and during the pushing the man rolled his shirt further up and rubbed his armpit on Richa’s face. Richa jereked immediately and violently but he calmly continued with his one arm and holding the crowd with the other. There was so much rush that Richa could hardly do anything than bear his rubbing on her face. After rubbing her face, he glanced towards her to secretly check her reaction. To his pleasant surprise, Richa quickly pushed her tongue out and licked her lips as if licking the sweat from his armpit. “Don’t tell me you did not like this”, the man quickly whispered into Richa’s ear. She was flabbergasted literally and decided to confront him. But before she could do anything, he brought his armpit back into action.
The pushing was simply unbearable and Richa’s bums were also being pressed secretly by the men standing behind. She could not even turn around and expose her breasts for mauling so she just decided to stay calm. This pleased the fellow who kept rubbing his armpit gladly on Richa’s face.At one point, his sweat drop actually fell on Richa’s face. When he realized that, he actually looked at Richa who was now really nervous and anxious. She was not sure how to react and just kept delaying her reaction. Meanwhile, the man, quickly realizing her condition, wiped some more sweat drops from his forehead and sprinkled them on her face. Without realizing, Richa again licked the lips indicating that she was liking the taste. That was probably too much for him as he was definitely getting rock hard. “Let us get down at this next stop, I will help you get wherever you want to go”, he whispered in Richa’s ear. As the bus was approaching the stop, he signaled Richa to move with him. She was totally confused and caught off the guard. The man very boldly put his hand around her waist and asked her to follow him. The passengers around thought they were together and tried to make space for Richa to follow him. She had just two options – to confront him and make a scene or to follow him out of the bus and then take a call.
Richa chose the second option and got down with him. “I have a huge fetish to feed my sweat to someone”, the man declared right away as he waved for an auto rikshaw. “What do you want? Let me just go to office”, Richa managed to murmur. “Oh comon! You don’t meet people with such likes so often. Let’s enjoy for some time.” he responded. When the auto stopped in front of them, they were not decided so he asked Richa, “want to go to hotel?”. Richa quickly declined so he allowed the auto to leave. “You can choose the place where you feel safe”, the man asked Richa. She was just numb and could not react so quickly; she was completed possessed by the run of incidents. “Will there be someone at your home?” he asked her and she quickly replied, “No”. “Great! then lets get to your home so you feel safe” he spoke as he waved another auto. Once they got in, Richa told the address.
That was the first time, they looked at each other properly. He was a descent looking man with a french beard, strong commanding eyes and muscular body. Richa looked very timid in front of him and had totally surrendered by then. Imran( the man) already had his hand inside Richa’s pallu and saree and squeezed her breasts. Richa was scared by this bold move and tried to part his hand away which irritated him somewhat. “Look, I am not just upto sex. I have bedded even more beautiful women than you. I want you to cooperate with those filthy things that you showed interest in the bus. Do you get this?” he asked with such a command that Richa could only nod in affirmation. With that he went close to her and kissed her on lips and pressed her breasts nicely at the same time. The openness of auto was making Richa comfortable but she was in no position to protest. He kissed her for a while before pulling his tongue out. “Have you licked the sweat of a man’s body?” he asked her suddenly. “No” Richa managed to reply this time. “I bet you liked it though. You will be a nice filthy slut I bet”, he declared.
As the auto kept moving back to our home, Imran asked Richa to lick his armpits again. “Can we wait till we get home? He(auto driver) can see through the mirror.” Richa spoke. “Does he know you?”, Imran blasted. “No, but…” Richa tried to answer but found her face buried under his arm. She did not try to look out or in the mirror but pushed her tongue out and started roaming it through his armpit hairs. He kept pressing her face under his arm before pulling her away after a couple of minutes. Her face was loosing her makeup quite fast and Richa dared not to open her mouth or eyes before she was pushed back into the licking job. She did quite well in terms of licking the armpits as well as tickling it using her tongue. He seemed pleased after pushing her about 4-5 times into his underarms. “Did you not enjoy?” he asked Richa with a strong slap across her face when she tried to move away from him. She struggled and quickly nodded in affirmation while looking at him momentarily and then lowering her eyes. He grabbed her hairs and made her look at him and then slowly started kissing her again. It was quite a passionate kissing this time with Imran’s tongue probing Richa’s mouth deep. He was holding her face quite firmly and was going deeper and deeper with lot of sound exhibiting his lust. The auto driver knew by then what was going on but continued driving, although little slow. Imran was least bothered though and was all over Richa’s face giving her wet licking and small bites on her ear lobes. He had even pushed her saree pallu besides and was freeely mauling her breasts. Richa kept her eyes closed for most of the time out of embarrassment but that devil wanted her to witness it with her open the eyes as he continued his nasty lovemaking.
His lust towards Richa’s beautiful body seemed insatiable but then he stopped as suddenly as it all started. However, that was not the end of it by any means. He asked Richa to open her eyes and keep looking at him as he planted last few kisses on her cleavage before suddenly spitting big right on her face. She was least prepared and instantly tried to wipe his saliva off her face. But the slap she received made her realize who was in the command. She kept her hands off her face while he repeated his act and kept spitting on her face until he thought there was enough. The thick sticky saliva started flowing down Richa’s face into her eyes and dripping of her body but she was not allowed to wipe it at all. One can bet it was not the best feeling by any means; however she continued looking towards him somehow. But he was just not done; this time he spitted on his palm and asked Richa to lick it. My poor wife, without any delay bent forward and started licking the liquid off his palms approving his superiority. He smiled and started stuffing his fingers in her mouth to open her wider. This was probably Richa’s fastest seduction as she was behaving as his puppet well inside 30 minutes of the start. Imran had realized that but he was just not after her beauty; he was a cruel guy surely. To add fun, he spitted saliva on his own toes and fingers and asked Richa to bend down and continue licking. It needed no pushing either as Richa quickly obliged and started licking his toes in a running auto rikshaw that was wide open. He ensured Richa kept licking his saliva while he pinched her nipples and breasts hard to keep her on toes. As they were approaching our house, he asked auto to stop by a general store and bought some stuff including tapes, ropes, stationary clips, wooden ruler etc.
“Can I wipe my face?” Richa asked Imran as they were approaching the house. “It has dried up now”, Imran said with a wry smile. “And no! no need to put up a foundation” he added. Richa knew argument was one sided and kept mum. She was little concerned now coming back to home with an unknown person as such. She hardly knew anything about him although he looked descent and she knew he would not spend a very long time as he received multiple calls from his workplace and kept telling them that he would reach by noon. “Please do not act suspicious until we get inside house”, she pleaded him as they reached our apartment. He slapped her bum gently with a cunning smile but agreed. While Richa was paying to the rikshaw driver (yes, she paid for the instruments also), Nagarkar uncle was passing by. She was scared to death when she saw him through the corner of eye and was hoping he doesn’t find her. But to her bad fate, that wasn’t going to be the case as he stopped by and looked little surprized to see her with another man. Thankfully, he didn’t react or speak but just smiled and passed by. Imran assumed that he was just a neighbour and didn’t react but Richa knew the consequences. She was definitely tensed but didn’t react to couple of slaps she received on her bums.
As soon as they stepped inside house, Richa was showered with slaps and had his fingers stuffed in her mouth. He pushed her against the door and kept blasting her with one hand while tearing her mouth by almost pushing his whole fist inside. Richa’s eyes literally popped out as he kept pushing his hand inside and pinched her tongue. When he removed his hand, he started spreading saliva on his fingers all over her face and spitted some more in her open mouth. Richa was just coping to his aggression, when he roughly dragged her to the sofa and pushed himself onto it. Richa threw her shoes near the door and went down on her knees in front of him. “Remove my shoes”, Imran commanded. And she was hard slapped as soon as she touched the laces of his shoes. “Even my hands reach my shoes; my mouth doesn’t” commented Imran. Richa looked at him little clueless. “Use your mouth, not hands! Do you understand bitch?” he shouted on her and this time Richa needed no further explanation. She bent down and struggled to untie his laces by holding them between her lips and teeth. But inspite of the struggle for couple of minutes, she wasn’t successful. He probably was running short of time so he allowed her to use hands and pinched her nipples hard while she was doing it.
As she pulled out her socks, he placed them on the floor and asked her to rub her nose to smell it deeper. Richa didn’t react although she usually hates that pungent odour. She was trying to look at what he was doing while rubbing her face. She saw Imran standing up and undressing which was surprising to her. All the men she had been with had undressed her before dropping their own clothes. But there she was, completely dressed and rubbing her face on the wet socks while her man was getting naked. This was definitely different than the usual, she had long realized as she continued rubbing. “Where is the toilet?” his stern voice interrupted. She merely looked up and gestured him towards the common toilet. As Imran walked towards the toilet he commanded her to follow. When he saw Richa walking behind him, he picked up the ropes they had just purchased. “I thought you would know that you have to crawl, anyways, now you will do it the hardway”, he calmly declared. Richa didn’t realize her mistake but still apologized quickly. He tied her hands on her back not very tightly but good enough for her to be not able to release them herself. Richa really wanted to ask what was on his mind as he had still not bothered to undress her and he didn’t look like asking her either. “I want you to place your face on the toilet rim when I pee standing here” he finally declared. “And should you try to move, there will be severe punishment for this. Is that clear to you?” he continued. “I haven’t done that before” Richa was quick to comment but she was unheard. “There is always a first time. Beside I am not even peeing directly in your mouth” he answered bluntly. When he saw Richa not placing her head willingly, he stepped out and went to the carry bag they had shopped. Richa was curious but remained inside trying to take a look.
Imran walked back with two stationary clips in his hands and started putting them on Richa’s breasts. “If you don’t agree now, there will be two more on your naked nipples”, he warned my wife as he placed the two clips on the lower side of her breasts over the blouse. Richa whined as the clip started fixing up but was able to remain calm as the blouse and bra were somewhat protecting her tits. Nevertheless, she knew she couldn’t take one directly on her nipples. She crawled towards the pot and placed her face on the rim of the commode. He smiled and pushed the cover on her face with one feet of his and started peeing suddenly through it. Richa was totally helpless, her face was sandwitched between the commode and seat and although she was not directly receiving his fluid, she had more than enough droplets falling down her face and on her hairs. And as if that was not enough, Imran actually rubbed her face all over the rim and cover making sure she ended up licking his urine excretion. A part of her was disgusted but she maintained her composure somehow.
And it seemed only the beginning as he walked out of the bathroom calmly and asked Richa to follow him. She wasn’t allowed to wash or wipe her face even since he first spitted on her face in the rikshaw. But this time, Richa remained on her fours and crawled behind him. He relaxed on sofa once again and stretched his legs out on the center table in front. “You will start from licking my feet and move upto my inner thighs” Imran commanded her for the next task. Richa had barely denied anything as she quickly engaged into licking Imran’s hairy legs. “And remember every centimeter should be wet with your saliva”, he commanded further as Richa began exploring his toes. She had been treated badly in the past but this guy was purely making her a filthy cunt. As Richa started licking his legs one by one, he kept playing with her ass and breasts alternately. Finally when she reached closer to his inner thighs, he asked her to stop. He then arranged her neck by the edge of sofa and sat on her face with his ass cheeks directly resting on her face. He slowly started smothering her face with his bum cheeks making her absolutely uncomfortable. When he stopped momentarily he commanded her again, “Now, you will lick it. I must feel your tongue doing the job. Do you understand?” saying this he parted his bums and placed his ass hole and creek right on Richa’s delicate lips. Richa knew clearly that the punishment would not be very comforting and stretched her tongue out to start licking the brown ass hole, the first time in her life probably.
The guy was purely a pervert and was trying to fulfill his dirty desires and kinks on my poor wife who happened to find it bearable (if not enjoying). Richa buried her face deep inside Imran’s ass creeks and kept licking him through the stray hairs for well over 2-3 minutes. He was clearly smothering her face and enjoying the supremacy he was offered by her. When he pulled her face out, he was totally turned on. He kept slapping her face alternatively while spitting on her and jerking and pulling her hairs violently. It was by no means caring and Richa struggled hard to bear his aggression, she was a clear mess but it seemed she wanted more. “Do you feel like opposing? You fucking bitch!!!” Imran shouted out loud and Richa was almost instantaneous to nod negatively. He smiled wickedly. “I knew that bitch! I am sure you would have opened your mouth for all men in the bus, won’t you?” he tried embarrassing her more. Richa didn’t answer her but kept her gaze down to his feet when he suddenly pulled her up and made her face him and look at his eyes. She did only for a split second before lowering her eyes while he kept slapping her to his heart’s content. It seemed as if there was just no stopping him when his phone rang one more time. He threw Richa on the floor, placed his feet on her and stuffed the fingers of other feet into his mouth while answering the call. Richa was nothing more than a doormat to him!
“How do we take this forward?” his question suddenly alerted Richa who couldn’t answer or even look up to him as his feet was crushing her face. She tried to cough to grab his attention and he did pull out his fingers from her mouth to let her speak. But she was too startled to answer that question. He probably sensed that and continued, “Look, I would want to take you to my place or to a hotel but if that’s not convenient, I won’t mind coming down to your place.” So he didn’t provide her an option of saying no, he was only asking about the place where they could continue doing these things. Richa didn’t dare to speak so he continued, “I am going to fucking love peeing or shitting in your mouth, cunt. No two thoughts, you’re the best, ready and willing for use and Pervert Exploit.” Richa remained mum which kind of irritated him. He pulled her into his lap and slapped again. “Are you not going to acknowledge, bitch?” he shouted. “Yes” was the only thing Richa managed to speak. “Yes to what?” was his quick question! “I will need time to think about it”, Richa managed to answer him. Wow, so she was going to think about it! But his reaction was even more embarrassing to her. He smiled loudly and slapped her again, “Cool, I will come to pee on your thinking brain”
Before Richa could react, he got up and walked to our bedroom dragging Richa by her hairs. He closed the door behind him and started taking her clothes off. Richa felt better thinking that he was getting to the actual business. But he was far from being romantic while shedding her clothes. He literally pulled them off in a minute leaving Richa from completely covered to totally naked in a flash. He threw her on the bed and started spanking her bums real hard. Richa could not help but moan in pain as his firm hands banged hard against her flesh. He probably didn’t like that and stepped away from bed towards the windows. He undid the curtains and opened the glasses completely. This really scared Richa as she felt like being exposed to whole world. There wasn’t any house directly in front of our bedroom however open windows meant she had to control her cries as there was a flat adjacent to us. “Do you want to shout now?” he didn’t hesitate to tease her. Richa knew there was no easy way and tried hard not to cry loud when he resumed spanking her.
But Imran was a different man, a pure pervert and a sadist. He tied Richa’s wrists tightly to the hooks behind our bedroom door making her immobile. He then got into kissing her lips and sucking her breasts. Although Richa had realized by then that he could change his colors anytime, she felt better when he engaged himself into lovemaking. She quickly gave in and pushed her tongue out to meet his and protruded the breasts as much possible. Although Imran had weird tastes, he was a man too and it would be simply difficult for a man to resist Richa. Imran had a hard on when he was kissing and kneading her breasts. His fingers twisting her breasts and nipples were quite similar to his mind and then finally he reached for her womanhood. He started with a tight pinch to her clit and a slap on her cunt. By his standards, Richa found that manageable and didn’t try to break his rhythm. He lowered himself a bit and planted a surprise kiss on her cunt which really shuddered Richa, more from the surprise than the actual excitement. Was he turning into a lover? Richa was thinking to herself while he was slightly massaging his shaft. He then lifted Richa’s legs and positioned her bums on his palms with the legs spread in 180 degrees. Richa knew he would not lubricate to cause maximum friction and pain and was preparing herself by stretching maximum.
After the few hours of terrible humiliation, Richa was finally screwing her man in our bedroom. She tried giving everything by stretching and contracting her thighs in his grip. He had not bothered to use any lubrication and penetrated her with the mighty force. He was well endowed and capable to give Richa a hard fucking. With one hand, he was choking her while his other hand was making her jump in his palms. With her every jump, he was ensuring that she was getting harder and deeper strokes and she wasn’t complaining about the painful pleasure. In a matter of couple of minutes, he gave her enough screwing to bring her to orgasm but he hadn’t reached the climax himself. It doesn’t look like he wanted to stop before that but he actually did. He suddenly left Richa who fell as if she was thrown from over the bed. She stumbled to stand on her feet with her hands tightly tied behind. It seemed as if he was trying to catch his breath but he was also looking for something else. He suddenly picked up chappals lying beside the bed and pushed one of it into Richa’s mouth while used the other one to slap her breast. Richa was still coming out of the orgasm and didn’t realize him stuffing the chappal in her mouth. But his mighty slapping and shear aggression didn’t let her dare to protest either. Right after the orgasm, her breasts started receiving nasty blows of the chappal while the one stuffed in her mouth was gagging her. Imran seemed the master at shifting between different acts. The suddenly he had stuffed chappal in her mouth; he took it out too and lifted her butts again on his palms and penetrated her cunt second time.
His erect penis was standing horizontally and he was moving Richa’s body in such a way that she was getting deep and hard strokes. She remained quiet for most part except few mild cries but he remained violent as ever. All the while he was humping her cunt, he continued slapping her face, bums and breasts, pinching her nipples or spitting into her mouth or on her face. He probably was avoiding being predictable. He would stop for long during two strokes and would blast her breasts or butts hard and then just when she would prepare herself for more such strokes, he would suddenly penetrate her again. Richa could hardly do anything against his aggression except for closing her eyes and trying to enjoy this treatment. But then it seemed he was reaching his climax too. He pulled Richa towards her tightly and kept giving her continuous hard strokes before finally moaning loudly as loads of his semen flooded Richa’s tunnel and flowing down her thighs and lower legs. He then suddenly left her stranded and collapsed on the bed catching his breath. But he was a powerful man, within a minute, he was on his feet and removed the ropes from the hooks on the door and asked Richa to lick his semen drops from the floor where she was standing. Richa didn’t even think about resisting and licked the floor clean before being pulled on the bed beside him. But it seemed he was just not done, he stuffed his fingers in Richa’s cunt this time and started fucking her hard. She was completely spared by then and laid on the bed like a doll allowing him to do anything he wanted. His fingers were equally rough as his penis, he fucked her hard and even twisted and pinched her cunt lips and clit really bad that Richa couldn’t help but moan in pain.
“I am going to spank you real hard before I leave for today” Imran announced at once.
Richa was totally amazed at hearing this. He had tested her limits and had done many of the weird or nasty things to her body and he was still not done. He still wanted to spank her hard. She just could not believe her eyes.
“I am really tired! Please can we stop?” she said in a pleading voice.
“Yes sure! I need to leave in another 15 minutes anyways.” He replied.
“Thank you!” Richa said thinking he had agreed to stop.
“Do you have a cane or a wooden ruler?” his question sparked another fear into Richa. “No” she replied almost instantly. “Never mind, I will find something for now” he said and went out of the bedroom to find some instrument for spanking my wife. Richa laid their motionless thinking why did she allow him to start and how will it all end. Although she liked the part of being treated as meat, Imran was definitely very rough and filthy guy. Richa knew she was heading into some bigger pain, something she hadn’t been subjected to before, but didn’t think like spoiling his day. Besides, just 15 minutes, she consoled herself while preparing for the next attack. Her thinking was cut short by Imran who walked into the room with the domestic broom in one hand and her ringing cell phone in the other.
“Who is Bharat?” Imran asked her while the cellphone was still in his hand.
“My husband”, Richa replied meekly.
“Great! Talk to him while I play with you!” he said and quickly pressed the “Answer” button while placing the phone on her ear.
“Hey darling, just called to check if you reached office on time?” I spoke from the other side.
“Yeah I did” Richa responded. “Listen, can I call you back? I am busy right now” she tried to wrap it up. I wasn’t too pleased but said okay. However, Imran didn’t allow her to disconnect the phone while he kept pinching her nipples. Richa pleaded him to do that with her eyes but he, with a devilish smile, kept it on her ear and pinched her even harder. She literally bit her own lips to avoid the moan to escape and it was compounded when I spoke on the other side, “Alright, would you call me or shall I call later?”
“Call me after an hour please!” she said bluntly so I disconnected the call.
Imran was smiling suggestively and proceeded to tie her wrists together. He then pushed her on the bed with her buttocks raised high. He started by slapping her round butts gently but quickly increasing the intensity. In no time, he was slapping her butts really hard and they were already turning reddish. Richa could not help but moan as his speed increased. Thankfully, our neighbors weren’t home but nevertheless, Richa could not have suppressed her moaning; such was his might. And he soon picked up the broom and started beating my wife’s beautiful bottom erratically. Every stroke was harder than the previous and was turning her bum cheeks into mess. She soon started developing welts which made him move to her thighs as well. He kept beating her mercilessly for about 3-4 minutes before stopping abruptly.
“You are a wonderful woman” he appreciated Richa while turning her around and pulling her face closer to kiss. She almost had tears in her eyes but didn’t let them flow and kissed him passionately. That was definitely some lusty kissing and lovemaking. He kissed her real hard and sucked her tongue and planted some gentle kisses on her breasts and nipples. When he came back to her face, Richa was almost eating his lips; it seemed all this lovemaking had turned her on. He probably sensed it but allowed her to kiss his lips, chin and face and even move down to his chest. Richa planted numerous kisses on his body, licked his fingers and came back to kissing his face with a small smile on her face. My goodness! She was probably confirming her liking to what he had done but he stopped her. “I need to leave now”, he said and stepped behind. Richa looked dejected somewhat but didn’t express. She probably wanted it to end nicely but forgot that she was dealing with “Imran”.
The man lived to his nature. He picked her up and brought to our living room. He made her sit on the sofa with her hands now tied behind. He picked up his clothes and was about to wear them. Richa was looking at him all the while. When he was about to put on the boxer, he stood in front of her with his groin merely inches away from her face. Without any words being said, Richa took his mighty penis into her mouth and started giving him a blow job. Her tied hands didn’t help much and he wasn’t ready to assist either, leading to a messy job for her. She tried her best but was not allowed to complete. He was probably getting late to his work and put on the clothes and got ready. He saw Richa looking at him all the while.
“Want me to untie your hands?” he asked Richa smilingly.
“Off course!” she responded.
“When do we meet again?” he asked as he walked closer to her. Richa didn’t answer but smiled at him. He kissed her one more time and picked up her purse. She looked puzzled as he fumbled through her purse. Finally he brought out her office identity card and placed it in his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Richa shouted fanatically.
“Making sure that you meet me again tomorrow!” he answered calmly. “Look, I will be passing by this route tomorrow morning around same time. I’ll pick you up here and we’ll have some good time in the rikshaw and then you get back your card right before your office.”
Richa looked concerned and opposed this weird suggestion. “You can’t do this! Please!” she tried to sound firm. “I mean….” And she cut her sentence. “I know you would meet me even if I am not carrying your Identity card”, he completed her sentence with a cunning smile. He proceeded further and untied her hands and kissed her open mouth before actually saying bye. Just when he turned around and was leaving, Richa tried to stop him one more time.
“Please! Is that really required?” she blushed realizing that she was indicating that she was agreeing to meet him even without the identity card constraint.
“Don’t worry! I am not misusing it. You’re not going to office today and besides, you have my phone number. If you need this, call me anytime and I will return it. And I swear I’ll return it tomorrow at any cost”, Imran comforted her patting on her naked shoulder. He gave her a few more kisses on the shoulder and neck following with a long lip to lip kiss.
“Want to step out of the door to say goodbye?” he asked her winking.
Richa smiled and kept looking at him as he stepped out of the house with her identity card with him. The closing door suddenly brought her to senses. She suddenly realized about the last few hours and crashed onto sofa. It all started so suddenly and preceded in a weird way and most importantly – wasn’t even over. She knew she had to meet him the next day although she anyways wasn’t against it. She spent the next few hours cleaning up the mess they had created and arranging the stuff appropriately. Imran was not someone who was doing anything forcefully and would have stopped had she asked him firmly. In a way, she knew he was a little weird but not a goon type person and figured that there wasn’t any danger meeting him again. She didn’t realize when she slept thinking through all of it. She got up pretty late in the evening and figured that it was just about 12-13 hours before she was going to be with him again in the morning.
It was late evening by the time I reached home that day. Richa looked anxious; she had mixed emotions about the hours she had spent with Imran in the morning and was also quite apprehensive about the next morning when they had agreed to meet. She didn’t tell me anything upfront but I could smell the air and was quickly into teasing her.
“You’re looking exhausted darling! Had a long day at work, eh??” I said as she was actually looking tired and she never told me that she didn’t go to office at all.
“No….nothing like…. I am alright”, she kept it short. I didn’t ask her again until we were done with dinner and TV programs.
Even I was somewhat tired that day and was early into bed. She came in about 20 minutes later got under the comforter. I was lying on the bed but hadn’t slept yet when she squeezed in. She was in gown and lingerie inside and I couldn’t keep my hands off her bums for long. She still wasn’t opening up and I sensed and asked her, “What’s up babes? Is something wrong?” She didn’t respond right away but moved herself closer to me.
“Darling… I didn’t go to office today”, she spoke.
“Why? And you didn’t tell me when I called? And neither did you call back when you said you would?” I hurried my questions to her.
She turned towards me with a partially excited and concerned face. “Actually I met a man while I was going to office in the bus. And….” She didn’t complete the sentence but it was enough for me to get up and sitting beside her with my eyes looking into her.
“Why did you stop? Do you think I can sleep now hearing that?” I rushed again.
“Don’t get me wrong please. It all happened somewhat suddenly and I just got carried away. Honestly, Imran didn’t push me but neither did I try to stop him. It just happened”, she described as if I knew Imran for years and was well versed with his lovemaking style. I remained curious and focused though and patted her to continue.
She extended her hand on the tent in my pants when she had only finished describing how it all started in the bus and how easily she was pushed into those dirty things. I opened my zip and placed her hand on my bare member and winked her to continue. She mentioned all those details about how he seduced (?) in the bus and made her got down off the bus and into auto rickshaw with him. How quickly she agreed to let him visit our place and how obediently she worshipped his body. She was kind of stroking me gently while describing it and I was playing with her breasts occasionally.
“I kind of liked it honey, when he was making me do all those dirty and nasty things. I really don’t know why, but I enjoyed that filth that he was subjecting me to” she said in a hurry when she finished describing how she licked his sweat or his spitting on her face or even sucking and rubbing his socks and not the least licking his asshole. When she finished, she bit her tongue and waited for my reaction. I didn’t utter a single word but kept staring at her.
“Are you alright?” she tried to get a reaction from me. I raised my arms and took off my shirt. “My arm pits are not sweaty, will that do honey?” I asked her. She was happy to see my involved and smiled before moving close to my arms. “Do you want me to lick them really?” she asked me with a pinch on my chest. I couldn’t hold longer and pushed her onto bed, removing her gown and pulling her bra. Giving her a tight slap on her bum cheek I lowered myself to suck her nipples. It didn’t take me any time to notice the rashes of chappal and broom on her otherwise smooth skin. “Wow, so he didn’t stop after you lick him clean?” I asked her pointing her to the roughness on her breasts. She smiled and showed me the welts she had on her butts and thighs. Goodness, she was nicely used up. She loves spanking always. “Did you tell Imran that you love spanking on the bottom?” I asked her.
“Do you think he asked me? And wasn’t that the best part of all of it?” she was quick to respond. She naively confirmed that she liked it that she wasn’t even asked or was just pushed into it. Isn’t this quality of her desirable, folks?
I pulled her up on my laps and made her jump on my hard cock up and down while she kept describing me how she and Imran then did some love making and how she was spanked and humiliated by him. She had a smile on her face all the while she was describing it and she seemed proud showing me the marks he had left but at the same time, she ensured that I was getting the best of the pleasures. She kept moving on my dick like an expert porn star and offers her bosom frequently for me to suck and bite. I couldn’t hold long and splashed my jizz all inside her before pulling her beside me. We smooched for a minute before ending the show.
“Are you alright?” she tried to get a reaction from me. I raised my arms and took off my shirt. “My arm pits are not sweaty, will that do honey?” I asked her. She was happy to see my involved and smiled before moving close to my arms. “Do you want me to lick them really?” she asked me with a pinch on my chest. I couldn’t hold longer and pushed her onto bed, removing her gown and pulling her bra. Giving her a tight slap on her bum cheek I lowered myself to suck her nipples. It didn’t take me any time to notice the rashes of chappal and broom on her otherwise smooth skin. “Wow, so he didn’t stop after you lick him clean?” I asked her pointing her to the roughness on her breasts. She smiled and showed me the welts she had on her butts and thighs. Goodness, she was nicely used up. She loves spanking always. “Did you tell Imran that you love spanking on the bottom?” I asked her.
“Do you think he asked me? And wasn’t that the best part of all of it?” she was quick to respond. She naively confirmed that she liked it that she wasn’t even asked or was just pushed into it. Isn’t this quality of her desirable, folks?
I pulled her up on my laps and made her jump on my hard cock up and down while she kept describing me how she and Imran then did some love making and how she was spanked and humiliated by him. She had a smile on her face all the while she was describing it and she seemed proud showing me the marks he had left but at the same time, she ensured that I was getting the best of the pleasures. She kept moving on my dick like an expert porn star and offers her bosom frequently for me to suck and bite. I couldn’t hold long and splashed my jizz all inside her before pulling her beside me. We smooched for a minute before ending the show.
“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” I asked her as she was cleaning up the mess.
“I don’t know. I would prefer our place darling!” she quickly responded. For a moment, I felt jealous as I thought she would ask me if she should go or not. But I quickly recovered and decided to tease her further.
“Oh! Actually I meant to ask whether you’re going ahead again tomorrow or refusing?” I said.
She suddenly lost her composure. She was probably already dreaming about what Imran would do to her next day but my question, like a nuclear bomb, exploded and brought her crashing down into reality. She stumbled to answer. Her face was long; she lowered her eyes and looked full of guilt. I looked at her but she just could not speak up. I decided to stretch a bit further. I behaved as if I too was dejected as she didn’t bother to ask me before making a decision and murmured in a lower voice.
“So is he going to decide that or is it your decision?” I asked. “And I am referring to the place; not about whether to meet again or not”. I continued. “I think that’s a mutual decision already made. So the question is who will decide the place.” I spoke in a rather looming tone.
She seemed completely broken and I enjoyed it a lot (sadist pleasure). “I am sorry”, finally she looked up to me and said. “I will tell him in the morning”, she spoke indicating that it was too late to call him now and convey her decision of not going ahead again the next day.
“Do you think he will agree?” I stretched a bit more.
“Off course he has to. I will not do anything that you won’t like!”, she was quick to respond this time. I knew there was no point stretching further. With a grin smile on the face I told her, “Don’t be a conventional wife. Be Richa.” She didn’t look convinced but I patted her and with a broader smile affirmed, “I am sure you will be able to win back your identity card, won’t you?” She smiled and leaned towards me for a nice warm kiss. We were soon slept for the night.
The early hours of next morning were somewhat tensed although I tried to be normal. Finally, Richa’s phone rang. We knew it was Imran and I asked Richa to attend it on speaker. She agreed but asked me not to speak in between.
“So bitch, are you all set for the day? I will be reaching in some time”, Imran was straight to point.
“Oh no Imran! I mean I need to go to office today. Can’t take two days leave. Will you meet me at the bus stop to handover the ID?” Richa tried playing smart.
“Oh comon! Anyways, I will be there in a while. Let’s talk then”, saying so he disconnected the phone.
Richa changed into a sleeveless kameez and salwar and spent a few nervous moments sitting on the sofa. It wasn’t too long before Imran showed up and rang the bell. Richa was quick to the door to let him in. As soon as he stepped in, Imran pulled Richa closer and kissed her. Richa tried to resist and moved away which surprised him.
“Kyu start karne ke liye paseena hi lagta hai kya? (Does it take the sweat to get you going?)”, he asked Richa in a teasing tone. But before she could actually respond, he pushed her onto the sofa and was kneading her breasts over the dress. He simultaneously stuffed his palm into her mouth and started opening her. It wasn’t even 5 minutes since he had entered house, he had slapped on her face and thighs, pinched both her nipples hard and kneaded her breasts. As if it wasn’t enough, he pushed his fingers through Richa’s sleeves and tried to tear open her dress and at the same time spitted a huge globe on her face. When he saw Richa pushing her tongue out quickly to lick his saliva, he smiled and spitted one more time right into her mouth and eyes. Before she could arrange, he tossed Richa up on the sofa using her hairs and turned her around. He lifted her bums up and started slapping them bare hand. After about 9-10 strong slaps, she was turned over again and her pussy was targeted. Eventually, he lifted her holding her nipples and started dragging towards the bathroom.
Richa knew she had to speak right away. “Imran, please can we……” she tried to open her mouth. But it was quickly stuffed with his feast and a few hard slaps followed. “Kapde utaregi? (will you drop clothes?)”, he asked but before she could answer pushed her inside the bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and placed her close. Richa sensed that he was going to urinate as he lowered his trouser. This time though, he didn’t push her inside, instead started peeing into the toilet. But Richa’s relief was really short when she found her mouth drowned inside the toilet when he flushed. She had enough taste of his urine as she tried coughing it out. Imran then dragged her again and placed under the water tap and started it. When he thought she was clean, he came out of the bathroom with her. He came and relaxed on the sofa while Richa followed him. She didn’t sit on the sofa as she was quite wet but stood in front.
“Listen, I want to take you to my room near XXX”, he announced. “It’s remote so there is no disturbance. I can try some new things there. I am sure you would love it.” Richa didn’t know how to respond and remained quiet. “Dress only in a salwar kameez. Infact this is fine”, Imran continued with his plans indicating that her current dress was alright for the day.
“Can we stay here instead? I mean I haven’t stopped you right?”, Richa tried to inter vein.
“I know you will never stop me, bitch”, Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn’t realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn’t allowed to put on inner wear.
When Richa came out wearing a dark blue kameez and white salwar, she thought of trying her luck again to convince him. She was probably not too comfortable going to some unknown place with Imran. And she had every right to! Although Imran wasn’t really forcing her to; he had really nasty and kinky likes and he was very very commanding and rough. And moreover, Richa had realized that she had agreed to everything Imran had asked for, so either he was great at convincing or she was weak to him. Her first attempt of denying Imran for the day was easily knocked off and she knew Imran wouldn’t be too happy with another argument. But the stakes were quite high too. When she stepped into the hall, she noticed Imran relaxing on the sofa and reading the newspaper. She almost instantly lowered her eyes when their gazes met; such was the dominance of this man!
“Don’t worry! I am not going to make a film or an MMS of yours”, Imran told Richa when he saw her tensed. She managed to bring a smile on her face but wasn’t totally convinced.
“Then why not here? Please, I am not even asking you to stop. All I am saying is let it be here inside the house!”, Richa spoke in a instance in almost a pleading tone. Imran as always smiled first and then got up and walked over to my wife. He placed his hand between Richa’s legs but didn’t really press.
“Are you sure?” he asked Richa and pinched her love triangle at the same time. She jerked somewhat but didn’t respond. He raised her face and made her look at him. At the same time, he brought the middle finger of his left hand right in front of her face and pinched her one more time. Richa jerked again but didn’t begin sucking or spoke anything. Imran was trying to break her down so that she would walk out with him willingly. And he was definitely smart at it. He didn’t repeat for the third time; instead came and sat back on the sofa. He didn’t utter a word for next minute or so neither looked at her. That made Richa even more nervous; she quietly went over and stood by his feet. It put a wry smile on his face; she was as if helping him out.
“Accha thik hai! Jis bus stop pe tum roj bus pakadti ho…wahi pe aadha ghanta spend karke wapas yahaan ayenge!!!” Imran spoke after a while. (“It’s okay. Let us spend half an hour at the bus stop where you get into the bus and then we’ll come back to your house” Imran told Richa.)This shuddered Richa even more than the pinches. Imran wasn’t just going to sit there watching men get in and out of the buses. She couldn’t imagine doing anything nasty on the bus stop where she travels every day and so do many other people from their premises or nearby areas who knew her.
“Comon, I don’t like too many no’s” Imran announced before Richa would react to his second option. He pulled her over this time and stretched his finger out again. Richa didn’t deny this time and kissed and put it inside her mouth. With the other hands, he played with her breasts again before pulling his finger out. He then spitted on his palm and smeared her face with it. Another pulling of the nipple and a strong pinch on the clit! And Richa was standing and ready to step out. “I will quickly get my bag”, Richa announced shamelessly indicating that she was walking out with him. But things were never so simple with Imran. “You’re not carrying anything bitch”, came his sterm voice that stopped Richa from rushing into bedroom. “You will take only 3 items – your identity card, a debit card and mobile phone. Is that clear?” Richa could have never said no. She quietly picked the debit card, mobile phone from her purse while the i-card was with Imran. He walked over and put it through her neck and picked his bag to head out.
Richa was quite nervous when they actually stepped out. Imran didn’t allow her to wear sandles either and they were going to be walking through the premises in a stark daylight. “Listen, you will hold the mobile and debit card in your teeth until we get into vehicle and I want your arms to be raised as well. If you fail, you lick my saliva in open”, Imran announced as they stepped into elevator. He squeezed her boobs real hard when they were inside as Richa struggled to take a grip on mobile and the debit card. He slapped her bums real hard and asked her to move out of elevator the way he wanted. My dear wife obliged again. She pretended as if she was adjusting her hairs and ensured her arms were raised up while she was holding the phone and card in her mouth. It was bound to appear weird and her not wearing sandles was only fueling it. The watchmen as usual ogled her body head to toe and wondered why she was barefoot. As if that wasn’t enough, Richa dropped the phone. She looked terrified and apologized to Imran but he wasn’t pleased. When she bent and lifted it, he spitted big on her face and asked her to contiue gagging without wiping the saliva. That definitely startled the teen boys playing nearby but they didn’t comment. She somehow survived that mortifying experience of walking through the premises to all the way to road. But it just didn’t end there, Imran continued walking for long 2-3 minutes before waving for a rikshaw. Richa just couldn’t look around but knew it clearly that she was being watched.
Finally Richa pulled it out when they got into the rikshaw. “Everyone was having you with their gaze”, Imran said smilingly confirming her fear that she was being watched by multiple men. Richa knew she had walked out on her own and it was just the beginning of things to follow, she regained her composure and settled in the rikshw. Thankfully, Imran didn’t try anything immediately for next 5-10 minutes as he was busy in texting. By then, rikshaw had moved out of our regular areas so Richa was not as worried. Once he was done with texts, he pulled Richa towards her and licked her face once before starting to slap both sides of her face. When he saw her taking it boldly, he moved to her bosom. He started pulling her nipples and slapped her tits hard over her kameez. It was really hurting but Richa was quite content as only the rikshaw driver was aware of what was happening.
The journey was going to take about 30-45 minutes but the slow traffic meant they covered only half a distance in about 30 minutes. Imran was sitting close to Richa but was only kissing her or squeezing her breasts in between. And he stopped when her phone buzzed. Her poor husband was calling her.
“Can I answer?” Richa asked Imran. With a cunning smile on his face, he allowed her.
” Hiiiiii dear ahhhhhhh”, Richa murmured as she was pinched the same moment. I knew what was happening so I just asked her, “Our place or his?” However she didn’t want Imran to know that I was aware of what was happening so she replied, “Yeah, everything is fine. I am going to a friend’s place. Talk to you later!” And she quickly disconnected.
“Such a bitch you are!” Imran commented and resumed pinching. Her slutty nature was definitely arousing him and it was evident with magnitude of force he was applying while pressing her chest. His pinching had already turned into devilish kneading of her breasts and Richa couldn’t do a lot to hide her cries. The rickshaw driver was already into highest gear and a couple of bike riders and a fellow rickshaw driver were also driving in parallel to their rickshaw. Richa was trying best to hide herself but Imran brought her face into foreground and ensured everyone saw her. Things were really beyond just humiliation but Richa was helpless. She kept telling herself that they were not the people she had to deal with every day, so she kept going as if ignoring them. But Imran was determined to reach new heights.
As their rickshaw took off from the main road, he became more aggressive. The bike riders and the fellow rickshaw driver gave up but were soon replaced by another rickshaw and a pizza delivery boy. Richa was little relived to be off the main road but it was short lived as this time Imran literally pulled her breast out of her kameez by lowering shoulder strip. She was horrified and the rickshaw drivers and the pizza boy were flabbergasted. Why would a descent looking lady and a gentleman do such thing inside an auto rickshaw? They were thinking. But nevertheless they were all having hard on watching Richa’s nicely shaped tits and sharp nipples. Fortunately for her, the ordeal was short lived as they were almost reaching the destination and Imran stopped his antics.
Richa was trying to look out and assess which area she was going to be ravaged at. But Imran didn’t want that and asked her to keep her eyes shut and kept a diligent watch on it. Richa obviously had no guts to disobey her Master. When the rickshaw stopped, the auto driver quickly turned around to have a good look at Richa. He kept staring at her from a very close distance while Imran paid him the fare and popped out along with his new possession. Both had a suggestive and wry smile when they exchanged money but Richa didn’t hear them speak a word except Imran murmuring a quick “Thank you”. He asked Richa to hold his hand and started walking towards the entrance of the society. My poor wife marched onto the road of humiliation with her new Master. The society had few security men and they saluted Imran as the duo walked by with off course a keen eye on Richa. She didn’t hear any comments or any instructions until they reached the elevators. Imran then pulled out a small scarf and blindfolded Richa using it. She was totally blind with that black silky tag. “Where are we going?” Richa asked in a timid tone but there was no answer. Instead she was face slapped and pushed around roughly.
Richa was quite nervous as they entered the elevator. It wasnt long before they stepped out, she sensed it to be 4-5th floor. She was expecting Imran to open the doors of a flat but instead he ringed the bell. “Oh god! Is someone else there too?”, Richa almost shouted in frenzy. “Dont worry!” Imran said patting her back but she was completely off her feet, almost into tears. The door was almost instantly opened.
“Holy shit, she is a hot! Awesome catch Imran!!!” Samir exclaimed from inside. Samir was Imran’s friend, a descent looking guy with hairy body and fair complexion. He looked like a child of typical rich class businessman or a politician. He was well mannered outside but a pervert and kinky young man like Imran.
“Look at her Shivani, she is hot and willing”, Samir spoke as he captured Richa from Imran’s grip and started dragging her inside with him. His hands were already roaming over her chest as Shivani stepped in. “Oh wow, she looks complete woman” Shivani affirmed Richa’s presence and appreciated her beautiful body. They all came out and sat on the sofa. Samir took her beside him and Shivani while Imran relaxed on the chair. Richa was still being felt by Samir while Shivani put her hand around the i-card Richa was wearing. “So you work with XXXX?” She asked Richa. “Yes, she stays at XXXX and works at XXXX and is available whenever I touch her cunt”, Imran announced and they all burst into laughter which Richa turned red. Samir’s hand were now moving in and out of her top pinching her nipples in between. Shivani brought a coke bottle and two glasses and filled them. Imran picked one while Shivani was going to offer the other to Richa. Imran quickly interrupted and took the glass from Shivani and spitted in it. “Oh nice, I didn’t realize” Shivani exclaimed and followed Imran. She even asked Samir but he was busy sucking Richa’s breasts. She then handed saliva mixed coke to Richa who gulped it down quickly. Imran and Shivani were still watching her as Samir took off the top and salwar. Richa knew she was naked in front of two complete strangers who she had not even seen and Imran, she had met a day before. “Can a true slut be anything other than me?”, she thought to herself. And unknowingly she tried to push Samir away and cover her breasts as well as folded her legs to avoid being seen. Samir sensed the mild resistance and indicated that to Imran. “What happened bitch? Why did you stop him?”, came Imran’s stern voice. Richa decided not to answer him and sat tight, ready for some slaps and spanking. Nothing arrived, instead Imran got up and pinched her clit with his typical style. Not even a second was required when they heard Richa moaning, “Oh….please….noooo….I am ready…..aaaaaaaah”
“Let’s take her there”, Imran indicated Samir and Shivani to move to terrace attached to their living room.
Richa was quickly dragged by Samir and assisted by Shivani. She didn’t know where they were heading and walked politely. But as soon as they stepped into terrace, Richa felt the sunlight and knew they were in somewhat open area. She went defensive quickly and tried hiding her assets with her hands. She was even more scared when she heard the vehicular traffic and honking. Afterall, it was an open terrace and there was a busy road downstairs. Luckily it was on 6th floor and although there were no flats or anything in front; it was possible for someone from adjascent flat to witness the activities taking place there. Totally unaware of all of it, Richa tried to find Imran. “Are we in some open space?” she murmured. They were chitchatting amongst themselves and noone bothered to answer her. They had relaxed on the chairs around the coffee table while Richa was still standing beside covering her assets. “Imran…..” she tried to make herself heard. Imran didn’t answer but pulled her onto his lap and started spanking her butts hard. “Aaah…ooooooo”, Richa moaned in pain as she struggled in his rough grip. He continued for more than couple of minutes and then threw her towards Samir. “Yes, you’re in a terrace of his flat. But don’t worry, its on 6th floor and not many can watch you from here”, Shivani answered Richa’s question. It was little relieving to Richa but the words “Not many can watch you” made her somewhat uncomfortable. However, all her thinking was cut short quickly as Samir placed his member on her lips. Even with tied eyes, Richa knew it was a cock and kissed it. Samir placed her between his two legs and inserted inside her mouth.
Richa needed no further assistance. Being on the knees, she started massaging Samir’s small shaft. Although she couldn’t see, she knew all the acts required to make him ready. She started by kissing in and around his member and then went deep into his legs and inner thighs. She was sucking and licking him expertly and making him harder every minutes. Shivani and Imran was watching her in anticipation while Richa was now engrossed into the sucking. It wasn’t long when Samir was hard enough but he kept slapping her face with his member and engaged into some spitting too. As he was reaching higher gear, he became little more aggressive and started pulling her hairs roughly and giving her some tight pinches on her nipples and even a few kicks in her stomach. Richa remained focus though and kept blowing him until he exploded large. Samir moaned really loud as he started emptying loads of semen, some into Richa’s mouth while other on her body and even in the empty plate lying on the table. For a moment or two noone moved as Richa continued gulping down the thick semen. Finally, Shivani got up and undid Richa’s blindfold that was now completely wet with the semen. Richa needed a minute to adjust to the light but wanted to see the faces of Samir and Shivani who were exploiting her so easily. She glanced around the surrounding as well. Samir was still coping up but when her eyes met with Shivani, she was really embarrassed. Shivani was much younger to her and was completely dressed. Richa suddenly felt her nudity and sluttiness exposed to the world and tried to look for shelter. But there was none or atleast they were not going to let her have one!
“You were professional at sucking him!” Shivani exclaimed. “No wonder Imran was praising you!!” Richa couldn’t face her any further and lowered her head. But it was only the beginning of the day.
As Shivani approached her, Richa collapsed onto the floor in the pool of semen. It was quite messy as Imran compounded her misery by throwing some coke where she was sitting. Shivani put her hand below Richa’s chin and forced her to look up but Richa lowered her head quickly. She then grabbed a bunch of her hairs and rubbed Richa’s face in the mud of semen and coke. Samir too was quick to bend and slap those shapely bums as Richa was licking the floor. Shivani’s was grip was swiftly replaced by Imran’s feet as he started pushing Richa’s face under his feet onto the floor. Shivani in the meawhile crushed a few cookies into the plate with Samir’s semen and placed it in front of her. Richa looked towards Imran who confirmed it was her bitch food. When she was about to lick into the plate, Shivani kicked it and placed it in the center of the room.
“Crawl and grab it”, Shivani joked on her.
There was absolutely no resistance on Richa’s part as she crawled over to the center on her four and started licking the cookie using her tongue like the way they wanted her to.
“Want to use this?”, Imran asked Shivani giving her the slipper he was wearing. She needed no instructions and walked behind Richa with the slipper. It was a great sight for Imran and Samir to witness a young lady beating the hell out of a matured housewife on their instructions. Richa cried out a few sighs of pain but didn’t gather enough courage to interrupt. She quickly finished her food and waited for Shivani to stop. A few minutes of hard slapping pacified the three of them and ended Richa’s current ordeal.
“Bring her here!” Samir asked Shivani. She put her hand in Richa’s hair and dragged her to Samir. Richa was now placed in Samir’s laps, both totally naked by then and Samir already feeling her body with his hands. Richa was in mute but gradually getting excited too as Samir’s fingers would occasionally touch her down. Did Imran pass on the key to turn me on to Samir? She wondered sitting there and coping with Samir’s advances.
But she was in for a big test. Samir’s gentle carassing and kissing soon turned into violent sucking and pinching. Although Richa was trying to keep herself quiet, her body was literally jerking at the every pinch she was receiving and the occasional slaps were no gentle either. Samir kept transferring her from one lap to another while chewing her ripped breasts when he was finally ready for the action. He asked Shivani to support Richa from behind as he adjusted his member to enter her wet cunt. But Shivani was quickly paused by Imran who came and stood behind Richa to support Samir thrusting her.
As Richa guided Samir’s member into her tunnel, Imran stretched his hands and squeezed her breasts real hard. She felt the extreme pain but didn’t dare to interrupt Imran. He asked her to turn her head 180 degrees and face him. “I want to see your face as I press your tits”, he smiled and declared. Richa knew nothing than following Imran’s every word and turned at once. A huge globe of saliva stroked her face at once while her nipples were crushed between Imran’s fingers. Samir started thumping her hard while Shivani grabbed the opportunity to resume spanking her bums. Richa was completely a mess as the three kept tormenting her for long 10 minutes. Samir was enjoying the time of his life as he kept slapping her breasts, pinching the clit while thrusting her love tunnel very hard. He would grab her pelvis and moved it as if moving a rubber doll to derive maximum pressure. Richa was drenched in sweat and saliva from Imran and Shivani when Samir started going lose. He came huge again and emptied his load all over her pussy, clit and thighs and just kicked her away on the floor. Imran and Shivani too moved away leaving her on the floor with her face and hairs flooded with saliva, breasts turning reddish and pool of semen surrounding her on the floor.
They probably wanted to show her that she was merely an object for them and they were definitely quite successful at it. Richa was feeling nothing more than a living thing meant for their pleasure but that was somehow adding to her excitement. She was definitely thrilled to be so helpless and exploited.
After the momentary silence, Imran started dragging Richa with her hairs to the bathroom. Shivani assisted quickly when Imran announced, “Let’s clean the bitch!”. Samir too lazily walked inside as Imran placed his slutty prey under the shower. “She isn’t as dirty. Do you really want to clean right away?”, Samir interrupted Imran. “You are right bro! Let’s make her”, Imran agreed at once and signaled to Shivani something. She was quickly back with a rope that tied Richa’s hands to the
shower. “She doesn’t need one though, she is loving it”, Samir mocked Richa that humiliated her like anything. Yes, she knew she was excited but it was difficult for her to accept that. After all she had known Imran only for a day and Samir and Shivani for hardly few hours. But that didn’t deter them from doing all nasty things to her and she had acted like she had asked for everything. But Shivani continued to restrain her and put a scarf on her eyes to blindfold her again. Richa opened her mouth when she
sensed Samir touching her lips with his cock but what followed really shocked her to core. Samir started urinating straight into her mouth. Richa almost hysterically puked it out and jerked her neck to get away. She couldn’t move with her tied hands but that startled Samir who stopped at once.
“This is so ridiculous”, Richa protested for the first time in the day.
“Keep your mouth open and don’t move at all, you understand that?”, came Imran’s stern voice that killed Richa’s aggression immediately.
“Please! I haven’t done this before! Please, it tastes dirty! Can we skip please?”, she turned apologetic the next second.
“No”, that was the only word Imran spoke. Richa had already opened her mouth wide open. Samir continued his showers and filled her mouth and sprayed his urine all over her hairs and body. Richa gulped down as much she could with virtually no protest although she coughed twice.
“Have you kinda hypnotized her?” Samir laughingly asked Imran. Both he and Shivani were highly impressed by his command on my dear wife. He had turned Richa into his loyal pet within 48 hours. Shivani pushed Richa’s face into the toilet and flushed it. The stinking water filled Richa’s mouth but helped her gargle the pee out too. She was ready again to be the urinal, and this time it was Imran. Shivani quickly removed the scarf as it was not needed anymore. Richa’s mouth was wide open for everything that Imran was going to offer her. He chose to follow his friend and urinated all over her body and her mouth. When he was done, he and Samir stepped back while Shivani stayed with Richa. “Use the hot water”, he told Shivani and relaxed. Shivani realized she had to bathe Richa using the hot water and that Imran and Samir would want to see her dance through the pain. She adjusted her position so as to not get wet and placed the shower on Richa’s head and started the water tap. As it started pouring hot water, Richa struggled to stand and started crying. But Samir and Imran made
sure it continued. Shivani even used the jet spree to spray hot water right onto her face, breasts and her inner thighs and womanhood. Richa offered them everything and begged to stop as she continued to struggle in that hot water. She was literally jumping up and down in pain while tears rolling down her eyes. But there was no relief to her until some 5 minutes.
Imran turned the tap off and pulled her legs to wrap around his waist. Without a word or warning, he just rammed Richa’s hole hard. She was trying to cope with the hot water but he did nothing to soothe her and started pumping hard. But he was Imran afterall. And there was only one thing Richa had done since he first fed her his sweat in
the bus – to follow him without arguments! She quickly offered herself by wrapping her feet around his hips and giving him adequate room. Imran caught her bums on his palms and continued jamming her hole hard and fast. He had immense power it seemed and Richa was dancing to his every tune by shaking her hips and body to deep strokes. Any normal man would have screwed the shits out of a lady like Richa who was more than willing to cooperate. But again, he was Imran!
He suddenly threw her away, making Richa stumble big in the bathroom with her hands tied up. She somehow managed to stand after a wild swing had her collided on the wall. Before she could adjust, she received few hard slaps right across her face and
boobies. Poor lady, she continued to stand and was again picked up by Imran. He resumed riding her while giving few hard slaps on the bums. For the next 7-8 minutes they were conventional lovers as my wife milked his handsome cock and felt pacified by the hot showers of jizz that ejaculated from it. For a change, Imran remained gentle even after cumming and hugged Richa tightly. He kissed her passionately and kept biting her ear lobes, neck and shoulders and licking her face. Richa was definitely thrilled to have Imran as gentle lover and offered him everything. As he moved down to her bosom, he started pinching her left nipple and kept sucking the right. His other hand would occasssionally go doen and rub her clit. Richa was literally bouncing up and down in excitement and was moaning openly and encouraging him as well.
Imran continued making love to Richa. He kissed her cleavage and sucked her hard while his hands kept playing with the other breast and sometimes her clit. Richa seemed to be at the peak of excitement. Gradually Imran picked up the pace and started going hard with the pinches and kneading of her breasts. Richa’s breasts are certainly a heaven for anybody, they are round, soft and big, just ideal for raw squeezing and to top it all, she loves such raw treatment. And Imran was probably an ideal candidate to impart that raw treatment. He would catch her nips between two fingers and press that maximum. And they were being followed by hard bum slapping. The harder he would go, the nearer Richa was getting to orgasm. She was immensely enjoying the raw treatment although it was painful. After 8-10 minutes of ordeal, when Imran touched her clit, she shuddered into orgasm. Imran stopped and allowed her a moment or two to catch up her breath. And then Richa realized what had happened, however there was probably no need to be shameful anymore. All three of them had witnessed the slut in her and she knew that as well.
Eventually they brought her out of the bathroom and decided to go for lunch. Richa remained silent although she too was hungry. She was hoping Imran to be nice on that
front. Was he?
“Tie her up until we are back!”, Imran told Shivani. Richa decided not to protest when she received a cold glare from Imran as she was about to open her mouth. Shivani bought a wooden stool and few ropes to tie. It was decided that they Eventually they brought her out of the bathroom and decided to go for lunch. Richa remained silent although she too was hungry. She was hoping Imran to be nice on that*front. But it wasn’t going to be the case.* tie her hands behind her back while her one leg was going to be tied to stool. Boy, were they putting my beautiful wife into rope bondage? I had tried this few times and Richa knew how much of a turn on it was! Here, Shivani made her stand beside the tool and first started tying her left leg tightly, and Imran volunteered to tighten the rope to ensure she couldn’t sit too comfortably. But Richa was glad that they didn’t tie her both legs*allowing her some mobility. Shivani then pulled Richa’s hand behind and made them rest one on other horizontally and pushed the back to protrude out from front. She made it so tight that Richa’s breasts literally popped out and looked like*begging to be pressed. No man could have avoided to touch them and Samir was no exception. He quickly grabbed handful and pinched her while Imran assisted Shivani to make the knots tighter. Richa struggled through the rope stinging into her forearms but saw no option than to bear them. While Samir enjoyed sucking her both breasts and nipples, Imran did a final inspection to confirm she was properly tied up.*
“What if I need something while you guys are gone?”, Richa pleaded.
“Just wait! Until we are back”, Imran calmly replied.*
Richa didn’t look convinced but she didn’t protest either. All three of them prepared themselves to leave for the lunch while my wife*was going to be left tied up in the room all naked and all alone. “Can you at least put a cloth on me? It is so scary staying up this way!”, Richa pleaded one more time as they were about to step out. She was unable to comprehend that she was going to be left tied up all naked*in a totally unknown surrounding. That she was totally relying on 2 complete strangers and other 80% stranger to come back and relieve her and that she had no access to any communication means. It seems all too much for her and she looked totally broken and scared. But it seemed to have no effect on them as Richa saw them about to step out for lunch.*
Just then her cell phone rang. Shivani quickly looked at it and read out the name of the person who was calling. It was Richa’s office colleague. All of three of them came around as Imran allowed Richa to answer. Shivani put the phone on Richa’s ear and allowed her to speak. That’s when Richa realized that*she had totally forgotten to inform at office that she won’t make it today either. She called out for sick leave and apologized to her boss for not informing in the morning. Imran or Samir didn’t try anything nasty while she was speaking and Richa thanked them right after the call. Richa tried to*plead them again but to no effect.
“Don’t you worry slut! Nothing will happen to you here without MY PERMISSION!”, Imran tried to comfort her.
*She didn’t mind him calling her a slut but instead felt little better with Imran’s assurance. “Okay, I will wait! May I also get something to eat?”, my obedient wife assured her submission to Imran and pleaded her kind Master for some food. Imran nodded and smiled mischievously, Samir and Shivani followed him and they stepped out. “Be good to me and you will be fine!”, Imran spoke as he locked the door behind him. Richa nodded but he wasn’t there to see that. She was*seriously hypnotized by his command. She kept smiling standing there stark naked in an unknown place.*
A few moments passed while Richa was busy recollecting the incidents. She was getting excited just by remembering how Imran so easily convinced her to leave with him from home and the way he made her walk out of colony or behaved in*the rikshaw. The way he just shared her with Samir and Shivani or spitted on her face, the way he rammed her hard and she couldn’t deny that she felt at the peak when Imran pissed all over her. It was the peak of submission for her and although she disliked it in actual, mentally she was satisfied and happy that she could endure it. She was hoping for a good food and few more rounds of humiliation and hard ramming from Imran before he would drop her back home. And she convinced herself that she could take it. Just then her cell phone rand. From the ring tone she could make out that it was her dear husband.
*I was just calling to check out on her that everything was under control. But she was unable to answer the phone. However, that probably brought her crashing down into reality. She suddenly realized she was not complete naked but had that small “wedding necklace” hanging around her neck. That she was married and a housewife doing a decent job and then*what was she doing? Happily getting trashed by some stranger guy and following his every command! She felt bad suddenly and that was accumulated further when I called up again. She was little restless but could hardly do anything than to wait for her tormentors. She suddenly felt her helplessness even more. On the other side I was little concerned; however I sent her a text message and decided to wait. I knew Imran would read the message and I also knew that Richa doesn’t want Imran to know that I was aware that she was spending time with him. So I kept it simple, “Hey darling! I was calling. Call me back if you’re not too busy. Nothing urgent though. Take care.”
Richa was alternating between her legs and trying to be comfortable standing in the middle of the room. She was going through mixed emotions when she sensed some noise outside of the door. She had her heart in her mouth for a moment as it was not even 10 minutes since Imran had left. But*she thought they would have returned to take something they might have forgotten. In a way she might get an opportunity to make a call to her husband. By the time she convinced herself, the door opened.*
In came walking the duo of Bunty and Khan. Richa was totally stunned. She could recognize from their clothes that they were security guards in the society but why were they there? She was so scared and embarassed that she couldn’t utter a word. It was a similar case for Bunty and Khan. They too were stunned by Richa’s perfectly shaped body and the way she was left in the room. Her magnificent breasts were awfully begging and that left them speechless too.
“Kya mummay hai yaar! (Wow! What a pair of breasts man!)”, Bunty exclaimed as he locked the door behind him.
“hmmm”, Khan agreed while still mesmarized by her bosom.
She was in such a difficult situation. She could not shout to gather attraction neither could she pretend to be be innocent. She was caught totally off guard and couldn’t figure out how to react. But since neither of Bunty or Khan got too close to her right away and that she saw Khan closing the door behind him. She gathered some courage and tried to speak aggressively, “Aap log hai kaun? Aur yahan aaye kaise? Turant yahan se nikal jaiye! (Who the hell are you? And how did you get here? Just get out from here right away!)”. They both were slightly taken aback by her tone and looked at each other for a moment. But it was only for a moment before their gaze was rooted on her. That made her even more conscious and irritated. “Tumhe sunai nahi diya kya? (Didn’t you listen to what I said?)”, she shouted this time more assertively.
Khan calmly brought out the keys that Imran had used to lock the door. Richa didn’t need a second to recognize it and that scared her as hell. Bunty sensed that and grabbed the keys from Khan and took them closer to her. “Pehchana
na? (Reccognized?)” he said pointing to the keys. Richa knew she was losing the ground really fast but she had to act in some way.
“Dekhiye Imran saab ko paata chala to aap ke liye accha nahi hoga! (See, if Imran comes to know that you used the keys in his absence it won’t be good for you!)”, she said in a relatively milder tone.
They both laughed at this. “Unki marzee khilaaf yahan cheeti bhi andaar nahi aati (Not even an ant would enter this flat without his permission)”, Bunty replied.
Richa was absolutely taken aback. She was also impressed with the authority Imran was having on everyone around. But she had by then realized that sharing her body
with this ugly men was one of Imran’s pervert ideas. However, she decided not to give up so quickly. “Kya mein unse baat kar sakti hoon? (Can I talk to Imran once?)”, she now pleaded the duo. Bunty quickly dialed Imran’s number from Richa’s cellphone and put it on speaker.
“Saab, madam taiyyar nahin hai! (Maam is not cooperating, Sir!)”, spoke Bunty as soon as Imran said hello in an irritated tone.
“Imran, what’s happening? How did these guys get the keys and enter when you had left me here? I am not at all happy!”, Richa spoke hurriedly. Imran took a long pause which further irritated Richa. She called out again, “Imran, I am asking you.”. She knew she was annoying but she decided to try out her luck. “Saab? (Sir?)”, even Bunty tried to look for Imran’s reaction.
“Richa! I don’t like being disturbed while eating and I have already said that nothing happens without MY PERMISSION!”, finally came Imran’s stern voice and the phone was quickly disconnected.
Bunty and Khan probably didn’t understand what he spoke but looking at Richa’s helplessness they realized they had the green signal.
“Hum ne kaha tha! (We’d already told you)”, Khan added while taking Richa’s phone away. She was left with no option than to cooperate with them.
“Aab kya kare? (What do we do now?)” Bunty asked Richa to make matters worse for her.
She didn’t know how to react. Offcoutse, she was not going to ask them to get started. However, she decided to use the chance to talk to me. “Kya mein ek phone kar sakti hoon? (Can I dial one quick phone call?)”, Richa asked them. They seem to agree and dialed my number for her.
“Hey darling, how’s it going?” I answered the call on first ring.
“It’s alright darling. Nothing to worry. See at you home!”, Richa responded equally quickly and signaled them to disconnect. She stayed there with her head lowered and not knowing how to react any further.
But it was enough ice breaking for the duo. Khan, the experienced of the two, came closer and planted a straight kiss on Richa’s shoulders and moved up to her face. Bunty couldn’t be kept out either as he grabbed both of her breasts in his palms. Richa shuddered as she felt the beginning of their rampage. It was raw love making for the initial 5 minutes as Khan stayed in the front and continued kissing and licking Richa’s bosom, face and even going down to her tummy and arms. Bunty was pushed behind but not out. His hands would sqeeze her breasts hard while he kept playing with her hairs and kissing and licking her back. He enjoyed slightly spanking Richa’s bums too. Richa wasn’t too comfortable kissing Khan as he was smelling the “bidi” he used to smoke but hardly had any option as Khan expertly opened her mouth and caught hold of her tongue while smooching her.
Bunty wasn’t any novice either, he quickly moved his hands between her legs and started rubbing her already moist cunt. He kept kissing her arms and licking her back while Khan was busy kissing her. They swiftly changed their positions and now Bunty was having Richa from the front while Khan moved to rear. It was so quick that Richa didn’t notice Bunty kissing her breasts until she opened her eyes when her nipples were bitten hard. She moaned lightly and asked Bunty to go easy. Poor chap, he was having a woman like her for the first time, there was nothing to stop him as such. He made complete mess of her exposed breasts and nipples and went down to her thighs and womanhood. He touched her clit hard and plucked it in his fingers while Khan at the same time started pinching her nipples. Richa was slowly being taken over and gaining the libido.
While sucking her nipples and breasts hard, Bunty stared at Richa’s face. “Saali ekdum bani hui randiya hai Khan bhai! (Wow, she is a true whore brother Khan!)”. he exclaimed when he saw Richa close her eyes and biting her nipples while moaning slightly as the two of them were sucking, licking and kissing her body parts. She was disturbed hearing that and Khan’s affirmative wry smile on Bunty’s comments but she also knew that he was not lying. It seemed like a current passed through her body when she heard the comment and she became even more responsive. The experienced Khan sensed it and pulled her head violently towards him and said in a authoritative way, “Saali, Imran saab ki randi ban chuki hai na! (I know you are now a whore of Imran Sir, bitch!)” and that followed by a big splash of saliva direct into her mouth and across eyes. Richa was somewhat taken aback but with her tied hands and limited mobility could hardly do anything. What actually hit her hard was the fact that even the security man was treating her the same way as Imran. Although her brain was thinking through, her body responded to the act. Richa quickly pushed her tongue out and licked Khan’s saliva. She felt totally embarrassed when Khan saw her doing that and winked. He knew that they had her under control.
“Tu pahle jayega ki mein? (Would you go first or want me to?”), Khan asked Bunty that scared Richa.
She had by then realized that they were not leaving without having her; however it was difficult for her to accept. By then, it was agreed that Khan, the senior one, was going to go first. They were probably pressed for time so he quickly lifted Richa’s leg that was not tied. She was enough wet to cause too much friction, however she couldn’t glance at his cock as Bunty engaged her in smooching him. With her tied hands, she could neither feel Khan’s member so she decided to move with the flow. She focused on kissing Bunty who didn’t smell as bad as his partner. He was young and energetic and gave her hard time by catching her tongue many a times in his teeth or going deep into her mouth. Khan had by then lifted her leg almost 90 degrees and was rubbing her clit just to sense the wetness. He had dropped his pajama and was rubbing the tip of his dick using Richa’s wetness. When he felt enough wetness, he put his one hand on her breast and gave a very strong pinch to her nipples and at the same time pushed his member in. Richa shrieked in slight pain and felt him entering at the same time. That broke her kiss with Bunty who wasn’t willing to let it go. He quickly resumed by pulling her back and continued kissing while his hands were now pinching Richa’s second breast. Wow, she was completely getting mauled, both breasts being pressed hard, being smooched hard and most importantly a big cock intruding her tunnel. Yes, she sensed and liked Khan’s member that was long and thick and making her jump as he gained momentum. Richa could feel the space he was creating with every stroke and encouraged him between kissing Bunty who was now totally focused on mauling her tits. As Khan moved into higher gear, Bunty ensured to cause her enough pain to keep her on the edge. He then dropped his pants and got up to stand on the stool to which Richa’s leg was tied.
As Bunty adjusted himself on the stool, he quickly pushed his hairy cock into her mouth. Wow, that really disgusted Richa. His cock accompanied tens of stray hairs into her mouth and it smelled worse than his mouth or body. “Why do they all smell sweaty?”, she was wondering while stretching her mouth to accommodate the hairs and cock. She could also feel some hard strokes that Khan was giving her and his speed was only increasing. He was groaning as he continued screwing her while Bunty was busy rubbing her face violently on his shaft. Richa was definitely getting pushed in both directions but she upped her tempo too. She started moving her butts as much as possible to grind Khan’s cock while brought her tongue into play to suck Bunty’s cock and at the same time offered her breasts to both the men. Khan and Bunty could not believe their luck and kept tormenting Richa for well over 15 minutes. She could sense by then that Khan was nearing his climax and moved her butts more vigorously. Bunty’s cock was expanding with every kiss she was planting. About 20-25 minute into entering the room, Khan moaned quite louder and started emptying his load inside my wife’s tunnel. Richa felt him going lose and gradually taking his cock out. She turned to look at him and was glad to see his satisfied face. She knew it was interval and within probably a break of 1 or 2 minutes Bunty was going to replace Khan.
But Khan surprised her when he pulled Bunty down and adjusted himself on the stool right away. He pushed his cum filled shaft into Richa’s mouth while Bunty had managed to push a finger inside her to gauge where the hole was amongst the juices. Richa was literally cum filled but she welcomed Khan’s cock and started licking the juices of it. Bunty had by then figured her prime hole and was thrusting in like a steam engine. He was probably too excited and was trying to give her some hardest stroke. His thighs were literally thumping on Richa’s and that was creating enough noise for Khan to notice. He smiled and commented, “Abey kya faad dega kya? (Buddy, are you going to tear it off?)”. They all smiled (yes including Richa) but Bunty kept his momentum and accompanied that with rhythmic spanking her bums. He was indeed a strong man and didn’t face any challenges in spite of giving her all those hard strokes and strong spanking. Richa could only love the treatment she was receiving. Khan was truly satisfied by then and kept shooting loads of cum inside Richa’s mouth and a lot flowing out. There was just so much that it covered her breasts and flew down all the way to her waist to touch Bunty’s legs. “Aab aap kya nahaoge kya? (Now are you going to bathe her with your cum?)”, asked Bunty. Richa was still coping up with the cum and tried to drink as much possible. But Bunty was not even tired. He kept ramming her as if a drilling machine. His rhythmic spanking and deep strokes were driving Richa weaker. Khan was relaxing on the sofa leaving Bunty having Richa entirely for himself. He was taking complete advantage and literally breaking her down. Richa’s pussy was taking the bumping for about 20 minutes now and her tied limbs were aching a lot. She tried looking at Bunty and request him to go slow but he was totally engrossed and was now even pinching her nipples and slapping the breasts. Richa saw Khan picking his phone out and making a call. “Aa jao aap log (You guys can come over!)”, Khan spoke in a soft tone that scared Richa.
Who was he inviting? She wasn’t sure that he would call Imran as she knew Imran would just walk in when he was done with meal. He wouldn’t need Khan’s confirmation for that. So was Khan going to share her further with his friends? That scared her even more. At the same time an electric current passed through her. The fact that this filthy security guard was sharing her with another man, just like Imran did and didn’t bother to check with her at all, again like Imran. The way she was being treated again excited her. It didn’t matter to Bunty at all as he was still pumping her with same vigor. In fact, he didn’t even realize when Khan opened the door and welcomed Shukla and Salim to enter.
Richa was already weak but was terrified to see two more security men entering the room. She couldn’t even scream but Khan read her eyes and told her that they won’t be here for long. “Bas ek round Maam! (Just one round of sex Maam!)” Shukla replied very calmly. That is when Bunty noticed all of them. Richa’s vulnerability probably kicked a climan in him. He groaned very loudly and relaxed himself. Richa had 2nd cum bath in as many as 15-20 minutes. Her pussy was overflowing but Bunty wasn’t going to give her any comfort. Richa needed something to hold on as she was shievering in the orgasm she herself had along with the juices Bunty just discharged. But he just left her in that difficult standing position and relaxed on the chair little away. She looked at all the men standing and olging her helpless condition. ” Oh gosh…aao kamino…aur maaro meri… (Oh gosh! Come on you rascals….screw me more!)” she couldn’t help and moaned shamelessly. They all burst into laughter while she lowered her head as she quickly realized what she did. But there was nothing to hide now. She knew she would be screwed again and that nothing can avoid that. It was only a matter of how quickly and how ruthlessly. Afterall she had been entertaining men since the morning.
“Shuruwat karein? (Should we start?”, Shukla asked impatiently, triggering another laughter in the room.
“Ha aa jao salo(yes, come on you rascals)”, came out of my wife’s mouth as she laughingly responded to them. She was indeed ready for anything now. But that probably didn’t go too great with Shukla and even Khan. They both rushed to her and Khan gave her a tight whack on her right bums while Shukla slappped right across her face. It wasn’t an erotic slap by any means and that truly stunned Richa. Not that it was the tightest slap she had ever received but the circumstances had its impact. Her smile quickly disappeared and her vulnerability grew. Shukla didn’t stop and gave her few more slaps across her breasts while Khan continued on her bums. A series of slaps and she was apologetic straight away. But Shukla didn’t stop even then.
“Saali kamini, shadi hone ke baad bhi yahan pe chudwaa rahi hai aur kamine humein kahti hai? (Bitch, you’re getting yourself fucked her inspite of being married. How dare do you then call us rascals?)”, Shukla spoke furiously as he caught hold of the pendant of her wedlock.
“I am sorry. I am really sorry”, Richa continued to be apologetic but it didn’t seem to pacify him.
“Yahan ayyi thi to kya sochkar ayi thi…ki Imran bhai puja karenge (What were you thinking when you started travel with Imran in the morning? Did you think Imran was going to treat you with respect?)”, Shukla continued. Richa was somewhat scared now and didn’t answer his question thinking he was just venting his frustration out. But Shukla followed with a tight whack on her bums and shouted again, “Kabse janti hai Imran sir ko?(Since how long do you know Imran sir?)”. At this point Richa thought that he probably already knew about how it had started with Imran. She was scared of those tight slaps too.
“Ji bass kaal hi mile the bus mein. Wo muze ghar leke gaye aur aaj yahan leke aa gaye! (I met Imran yesterday only in the bus. Yesterday we did at home and today he brought me here!)”, Richa revealed quickly without probably realizing that she was revealing her sluttiness to them and it was going to only excite them. It worked just that way. They all burst into laugter while commenting to each other, “Saali ek din mein hi randee ban gayi. Badi khujli hai lagta iski chut mein. Pati pe daya karo. Do din se yaha chud rahi hai, haramzadi! (Damn, she has turned into his bitch inside a day. Looks like lot of itching in the cunt for the slut. By the way, feel sorry for the husband; she is screwing here for two days!)”, Richa was being broken down by every word spoken there but at the same time she was relieved that they had somehow accepted her apology and that overall humiliation only had positive effect on her cunt.
“Salim bhai, aap akele ki humare sath hi ayenge? (Salim, will you take her alone or partner me?)”, Shukla asked Salim as he pushed his hand in between Richa’s legs and tried pinching her cunt. He couldn’t do it properly as the juices were flowing all over and it was too smooth and lubricated to be caught in fingers. Salim nodded and walked past Khan to conquer Richa. He went straight kissing her breasts but didn’t really bite them. He seemed somewhat gentle of the lot; he picked out his handkerchief and wiped of her face before he moved up to kiss her lips. Richa wanted to acknowledge and give him open mouth for kissing. But Salim was a chain tobacco user and his mouth obviously demonstrated that. Infact he had spitted it off just before reaching the flat but hadn’t even gargled or drank water. My poor wife got to taste the gutkha for the first time in her life as she locked lips with her new man. Shukla meanwhile grabbed the same hanky from Salim and wiped her cunt juices.
“Yaaro, isko sambhal ke rakhna! Iss randi ki khushboo ayegi! (Guys, lets preserve this handkerchief! It smells this bitch’s juices!)”, Shukla announced as he whirled the piece of cloth towards the audience. Bunty was alert to catch it. Richa decided not to react and kept kissing Salim. But Shukla seemed determined to test her. He bent down and pushed his two fingers inside Richa’s tunnel and at the same time pinched her clit too hard. She couldn’t bear and shouted in frenzy breaking her kiss. Salim didn’t like that but he didn’t react strong and just resumed kissing her again. His tongue was quite active and roamed all over my wife’s upper and lower jaws and met her tongue quite often. He was pushing it too deep inside to accomodate in her mouth. As if the gutkha and Salim’s tongue were not testing her enough; Shukla was now standing behind and pinching both her nipples really hard. Richa realized she was in for some tough exam and tried to remain calm and cope with the situation.
Thankfully, Salim was done kissing her and started moving down her body. He reached for her breasts quickly and grabbed a handful and started massaging. He wasn’t cruel as such; but he was a big guy and was putting a lot of force out of the excitement. It meant Richa’s breasts were being mauled hard. But she didn’t complain and found it bearable vs. the pinching Shukla was into. Salim soon started kissing and sucking her breasts. His tongue was magically attentive and was driving her nipples crazy. He would often give her gentle bites and then continue playing with the nips just by his tongue and Richa would literally go weaker. Shukla had by then moved behind her and was kissing her back. He soon rached her neck and gave her bites on the earlobes driving her totally crazy. But Shukla was himself a crazy man. He turned Richa’s face towards him and started kissing her lips and licking her face. He was absolutely rubbing his tongue all over her face multiple times. He continued doing nasty things while Salim was having her breasts for a teat. Shukla started spitting out saliva in her mouth or sometimes he would not throw it but ask Richa to lick it off his mouth. He was quite similar to Imran when it came to humiliating her. And my wife, she simply couldn’t disappoint her men and would readily eat his spit and lick it off his face. Their acts were grabbing attention though and the audience of Bunty and Khan was getting increasingly interested and started moving closer to the stage.
“Bhaiyeo, mere beech mein mat aana! 10-15 minutes to do muze! (Friends, don’t interrupt me! Give me 10-15 mintes atleast!)”, Salim spoke for the first time in his deeper voice when he saw Khan and Bunty approaching them. Richa was all ears as he started speaking. She realized soon that he was going to screw her and also saw Bunty and Khan standing very close once again. Shukla by then adjusted himself standing on the stool and pushed Richa’s face into his groin. Bunty and Khan both tried stretching their hands and grabbed Richa’s breasts while Salim had unzipped himself to bump into her. She shivered in excitement as the four different male bodies started rubbing or working against her naked body. She didn’t even know their names but it wasn’t stopping her from following any of their orders. She realized Salim moving a bit back of her and raising her free leg high. She was stretched quite a bit and that was hurting but he didn’t stop. He gave her a few gentle slaps on the bums and started pushing his member inside. Richa couldn’t see but felt his thick shaft trying to intrude her tunnel.
Richa tried adjusting to provide room to Salim who was now already gaining momentum. He was going steady and was giving her some of the deepest strokes. His cock seemed equally assertive as his tongue and explored every centimeter of Richa’s tunnel. Her mouth was still burried in Shukla’s groin and he was taking every effort to rub it between his ass creeks too. He was clearly imitating Imran, whether knowingly or unknowingly, Richa didnt know. But she didn’t dare disappoint him and licked his ass creeks with equal urge as Imran’s. Bunty and Khan were trying to have whatever body part they could grab. In the process, Bunty was kissing and licking her outstretched leg upto her thigh while Khan, the more pervert of them, focused his attention on her armpits. Richa gets super excited when her armpits are even touched and he was doing all sorts of things – scratching them lightly, rubbing and licking. Richa was a total mess between four hungry beasts determined to torment her. Salim kept tearing her kus for well over 10 minutes with great vigor while others kept complementing him to keep Richa on the edge. Finally he too started groaning and pinching her nipples hard in excitement as he reached his climax. Richa’s juices were flowing all the while and soon were matched or overpowered by steady stream of Salim’s semen. He kept cumming for over a minute causing massive flooding in her cunt and spraying on her tummy and legs. When he was finally done, he roughly pulled her face out of Shukla’s groin and spitted really big into her open mouth. Richa’s mouth was resembling a dustbin by then but she didn’t complain digesting the “gutkha” that Salim threw in. Salim’s lust was probably pacified as he quickly moved away from the scene. But Shukla was still to get started.
As Salim moved back to sofa, Shukla pushed Richa’s mouth again into her butt creek and started rubbing in. Bunty and Khan quickly grabbed her breasts and continued mauling them while fingering her cunt and clit. Khan gave her a few really tight pinches on her clit that made her dance in pain but it seemed like Shukla wasn’t yet satisfied with rubbing her face into her ass creek. It looked like either Richa found his ass tasty as she didn’t try to move away her face in spite of him pushing it deeper and deeper or she was an ass maniac. But the group seemed organized and cooperative to each other. When Khan noticed Shukla spending too long rubbing Richa’s face into ass, he reminded: “Shukla ji thokna hai ki nahi? Ki sirf gaand hi chakhwaoge? (“Shukla, aren’t you going to screw her? Or just want to make her taste your ass?”)”. Shukla smiled and removed her face out of his groin. Richa looked total mess, her face was covered with cum, stray hairs, some gutkha and what not, and her hairs were into disarray. She looked like a toy whom everyone was extracting pleasure. In spite of all of this, she remained calm and was moaning slightly with the pinches she was receiving from Khan and Bunty. Bunty even sucked her breasts for a few minutes and then joined Salim on the sofa.
It must have been about 45 minutes since Khan and Bunty had entered. Richa was already knocked down 3 times and there was definitely going to be a fourth one. She knew she was a total mess and that Imran and Samir were going to come back with added vigor post lunch so she couldn’t afford to get tired either. Besides all of them were literally tormenting and breaking her down with some of the most disgusting things but Richa tried her best to remain strong and come out of it. And in fact those disgusting things were actually helping her remain excited and keep going. And she was almost certain Shukla wouldn’t finish without riding her before stepping out. There was hardly anything she could do to stop that. She saw Khan still finding some space on her voluptuous breasts to kiss and suck her nipples while Shukla adjusted for the pinnacle. He lifted her tired leg and inserted his average shaft into her slippery tunnel. Shukla was quite ordinarily endowed but Khan’s hard biting of nipples kept Richa on the edge. She made movements that allowed Shukla get deeper and continued riding her. Her butts were so nicely exposed that Shukla and Khan could barely resist slapping them. As they kept jumping with every tight slap, Richa continued riding Shukla’s shaft. But to her surprise, Shukla didn’t last long. In a matter of 2-3 minutes, he discharged his cum inside Richa and collapsed on the chair beside. Khan, who started the show, was still standing tall by Richa’s side. He helped her massage her limbs a bit. They were being pulled in all directions and Richa felt nice when he helped her. She thanked him whole heartedly.
It was probably time that Imran was going to return. They had started wrapping and collecting themselves up. Khan who never left Richa was still standing beside her and helped her be in a better position by providing her some support and some massage to her limbs. The others quickly adjusted themselves and were planning to leave. Salim and Bunty didn’t face or speak anything but Shukla still had something left. He once again came close and started sucking Richa’s breasts but was slightly pushed away by Khan. Richa was surprised as to how nicely they timed it. Within a minute after Salim and Bunty left, Khan’s phone rang. It was Imran on the other side.
“Ha saab, ho gaye hum log (We’re done Sir)”, Khan spoke. Richa couldn’t hear Imran speaking but she sensed that Imran had asked them to wrap up.
“Jee saab, haan hum 4 log the….Salim aur Bunty to chale gaye…ye Shukla ruka hai.. (Yes Sir, we were 4 of us. Salim and Bunty have already left, Shukla is around with me)…”Khan continued.
“Jee nahi….Madam theek hai…ekdum taiyyar hai saab….aap chinta mat karo…(No Sir, Maam (Richa) is fine and is absolutely ready (probably for fuck))”, Khan continued. This literally startled Richa. The rascal watchman after tormenting her for hour, was telling Imran that she is ready for more. But the next words came even more fanatic to her.
“Rassi chhod ke….thoda saaf kar ke rakhe kya? (Should we untie and clean her for you?)”, Khan asked. Richa was somewhat annoyed at being treated like object but chose to remain quiet. She could see what Imran had made of her within a day’s time when she heard Khan completing the sentence with a smile.
“Jee nahi saab….jaise aap ki marzi…aap khud hi aapkar dekh lijiye …(No Sir. Absolutely your wish. You can watch yourself once you’re here)”. Khan responded while disconnecting the phone.
Richa remained there quiet while Khan waited for Imran to return. Shukla was also quiet but couldn’t control touching her breasts in between. Richa was beyond any resistance and was just thinking of what else she was going to go through before she would be dropped home. It wasn’t long before Imran showed up along with Samir and Shivani. “Holy shit, they’ve made a mess of her, Imran (Yaar Imran…inho ne to waat lagayi hai yaar Richa ki)”, Samir exclaimed as they enter the house. Shivani laughed at her. “Looks like testing time with dirty men, huh?” she smiled as she passed by her. Imran made himself comfortable and was sipping coke from a bottle. He had a good look of Richa but didn’t comment anything while she was dying to hear his response. Her eyes were totally focused on him through all the struggle. Shukla and Khan were standing in front of him while Samir and Shivani threw themselves into the chair and sofa. Imran looked at Richa for a brief moment; Richa’s eyes almost instantly lowered as he glared. Finally he broke the silence, “Clean her up! She looks tired. (Usse saaf kar lo, bahot thak gayi hai wo)”. Richa absolutely felt her worth as he heard those words. She couldn’t help but smile and felt content as if she cleared the test that Imran was subjecting her to.
Richa was relieved to hear that and was now hoping that someone would free her up and allow her to take a much needed bath. Seeing no movement from Samir and Shivani, Shukla decided to seize the moment. “Hum log inko bathroom leke chale, saab? (Sir, should we take her to bathroom?)”, Shukla asked Imran. “Saala, mann nahi bhara kya abhi bhi? (Rascal… aren’t you content yet?)”, Imran spoke with a mischievous smile. “Theek hai….kaar le thode aur maze….par bahot jaada time nahi lena! (Go ahead, enjoy some more time. But don’t take too long!)”, responded Imran. It brought a wide smile on Shukla’s face while even Shivani and Samir smiled. Richa didn’t look too amused; she was hoping to be alone for some time or at the least with Shivani or Samir. But as always, it didn’t really matter what she hoped or wished for.
Shukla instantly went behind her and untied her while Khan joined him to help. Shukla held her tightly from behind and they moved to bathroom. Richa had troubles walking but she didn’t really need as much support as Shukla was providing. The rascal, in the process, was naturally playing with her breasts which didn’t go unnoticed. The house had a nicely done and spacious bathroom with a bath tub inside. Richa had a strong urge to pee as it had been quite some time. “Kya aap log please bahar ruk sakte hai? Mein bahot jald naha leti hoon! (Could you please wait outside? I will take a very quick bath!)”, my poor wife requested her men. Off course there was no way she could mention that she wanted to pee. “Nahi! Hum log aap ko nahayenge! (No! we will bathe you ourselves!)”, replied Shukla almost instantly. Richa was now really annoyed as she desperately wanted to pee but she knew Imran had allowed them to help her so she had to keep her composure. But she wasn’t going to give up her modesty so quickly.
“Jee, aap ne muze yaha tak help kiya, uske liye dhanyawaad! Kya mein thodi der khud aapne aap ko saaf kar lu? Aap please tab tak bahar intezaar kijiye na! fir mein aap ko wapas andaar bulati hoon! (Thanks to you guys for helping me until here! can I now quickly clean myself? Please can you wait outside until then? I will again call you inside if you want!)”, Richa was now literally pleading them to go out and even offering them her body for some more time if they agreed.
“Hamare pas bahot jada time nahi! Aap jaldi se start kijiye! Hum kahi nahi jaa rahe hai! (We don’t have a lot of time! Please start soon! We are not going anywhere!)”, came Khan’s stern voice as Shukla quickly twisted her breasts hard showing her their supremacy for the instance. Richa had nothing more to argue but she wasn’t yet comfortable to sit on the toilet and pee right in front of them. “Chal yaar mein ek aur baar thok leta hoon jaldi se (Comon man! Let me screw her one more time!)”, announced Khan, seeing no movement from Richa’s side. He even dragged Richa to the edge of the bath tub and dropped his clothes. Richa was now almost on the edge and would let her bladders go off anytime. When she saw Khan getting ready in hurry, she couldn’t hold back and whispered, “muze pahle toilet karne do, please! (Please allow me to pee first)”. It was probably too embarrassing thing to speak for her. She couldn’t even look towards them, she was totally mortified. Shukla wasn’t going to slip the opportunity to humiliate her and this time even Khan seemed excited.
“Chalo baitho idhar hamare saamne! (Come, sit over here in front of us!)”, came Shukla’s immediately response as he pointed Richa to the toilet seat while he and Khan went on their knees to adjust their faces right in front her. They wanted her to see them in the eyes while she was using the toilet. They seemed too excited about it as Khan almost pulled Richa in and made her adjust herself on the toilet seat. Guys, believe me that was the peak of humiliation for her or for that matter any woman. Richa was asked to use the toilet while facing some stranger men and looking into their eyes. She was completely broken down and tried to cover her face. But Shukla and Khan didn’t allow her and pulled her chin up so that they could look into her eyes. They had the victorious smile and gaze while Richa was beaten, degraded and humiliated beyond comparison. Her body obviously betrayed her as she couldn’t hold any longer and started urinating. The sound of her urine hitting the pot was joined by the laughter of Shukla and Khan. They managed to thoroughly humiliate her by making lewd noises as her facial expressions changed naturally during the process of urination. When she was done, there was no resistance left, even the last piece of self-respect was destroyed.
As she got up and flushed the toilet, Shukla remained on his knees watching her dripping pussy from close range. Khan was probably too excited by then and started kissing her lips while his hands began mauling her tits. For a minute Richa just stood there as Khan continued kissing and pinching while Shukla started entering his fingers in her pussy. “Saaali…isko 24 ghante chodnaa chiahiye yaar…. Itni badi raand hai ye! (She is such a slut, Man….she needs to be banged round a clock)”, Khan suddenly vented out his aggression. Shukla agreed at once and suddenly Richa received a few very hard slaps across her chest and bums. She almost cried out in pain but didn’t shout or tried to protest. That somehow frustrated them. “Saali kisi bhi cheej se mana nahi karti… chal iske mooh mein mut lete hai! (Damn, the slut doesn’t protest at anything. Let’s see if she can take our urine in her mouth)” Shukla questioned equally aggressively. Richa heard them clearly but she was too broken down to protest. Khan threw her over the edge of bath tub and slapped her real hard on her buttocks while Shukla suddenly pushed her towards him and threw her again on the toilet seat. He adjusted Richa such that her face was right above the toilet and started urinating on her face. Shukla joined too and Richa wasn’t spared from drinking traces of their urine. As if it wasn’t enough, Khan again placed her on the edge and started banging her hard while Shukla pushed his member deep into her mouth. It was raw and ruthless and shear lust and animalistic instincts. Shivani pushed the door open just as they were reaching the climax.
“Abhi bhi chudwa rahi hai? (Still getting banged you slut?)”, Shivani exclaimed quite loudly.
It brought attention of Samir and Imran who quickly rushed towards the bathroom. Shukla and Khan were somewhat scared and discharged in hurry inside Richa and got dressed at once. Imran indicated Shukla and Khan to leave and they acknowledged almost instantly thanking Imran whole hearted. Richa was lying by the tub but she got up quickly and stood in front of Imran with her head down.
“Clean her up, Shivani! She needs a break!”, Imran commanded.
Richa was indeed weak by then but she moved into the tub and started the shower. She didn’t ask anyone to move out and they continued to witness her bathing. It was quite a site to watch! Richa’s shapely body was wet and water was flowing down from head to toe. No wonder there were nervous movements as Samir and even Imran had to adjust their pants. Richa wasn’t aware of it as she continued applying liquid soap on her face, upper half and legs. It is when she was going to reach between legs, she looked at the trio standing there. This time she didn’t even attempt to request them to move out. Instead she opened her legs quietly and started cleaning her messed up cunt. It was indeed overworked since morning but Richa knew the work wasn’t done yet. She looked over to Imran and Samir when she cleaned herself. Seeing no advances, she continued cleaning her body and felt somewhat relaxed under the warm water. Watching her from behind was a treat too and Imran couldn’t stand it longer. He dropped his clothes and quietly moved into the shower behind Richa. He suddenly pulled her closer. Before Richa could even react, he locked his lips on her and his hands kneading her breasts. Richa needed no explanation, she had been under this guy’s influence since 48 hours and she had no business interrupting him from using her.
Imran turned her around and made her bent at her waist. Richa followed by holding the edge of tub with her hands and leaving her butts at Imran’s mercy. At once, there were some strong slaps on her butt cheeks and rough hair pulling. He then lifted her by holding her thighs and adjusted her height such that his member was ready to invade from behind. He spread Richa’s legs wide such that she was now in upside down position holding onto the edge of bathtub firmly. The shower wasn’t turned off and the soap ensured enough lubrication as Imran’s member swiftly disappeared into my wife’s tunnel for Nth number of time. There was absolutely no counting since the previous day; Imran had been using her completely to his wish. His manhood was decent size and was giving enough excitement to Richa, moreover, she was thrilled just to have Imran doing her. He didn’t fail to notice climax after climax she was reaching and her overflowing juices. He was super excited too and was giving her some hardest and longest of the strokes under the shower. He even released her thighs and allowed her to walk on her legs while he leaned over her back and reached out for her breasts. Richa tried hard and managed to stand up by holding to a rod beside and gave him enough room to maul her breasts. Those melons were just so attractive and enticing that no being could really stop himself from giving some bashing to them. Imran was going to be an exception as he twisted them in most devilish ways almost as if plucking those nipples off the base. Richa cried in pain but never used the word “STOP” ever. Imran kept banging her for long 10-15 minutes before emptying his juices inside.
He stopped suddenly and instructed Shivani to help Richa wash one more time. Shivani used the jet spree to help Richa as she applied soap. She accidentally put the “Hot” water tap on that resulted in Richa jumping in agony; her skin literally turned reddish with that really hot water. But Shivani adjusted the tap quickly and continued helping Richa finish her bath. Imran had put his clothes back on and moved to the terrace once again along with Samir. Within some 5 minutes, Shivani joined them along with Richa. Yes, Richa was still completely naked but had dried her body with the towel. “Can she wrap the towel around, while she is eating?”, Shivani asked Imran. Richa almost jumped back to bathroom seeing his positive response and came back with the towel wrapped around her chest and womanhood. Shivani offered the pizza pieces to Richa while the others were only having the desserts. Richa was too hungry and exhausted and started eating up really quick. She was indeed overworked and this time they allow her to have proper food and soft drink and a break of 30 minutes. Richa confessed later though that those were the most agonizing 30 minutes of her life. She hardly knew them to strike a conversation, there was nothing else between them except for she was being used by them.
“Where are my clothes? And how can I get back to home from here?”, Richa asked Imran in a timid voice as she looked through her cell phone and saw couple of messages from me. I wasn’t aware of where she was but just wanted her to be safe. She responded back that she was alright and would be home before late evening. “Don’t worry! We will drop you back and your clothes would be returned prior to leaving”, Imran replied to her. Richa nodded in acknowledgment and thanked him. She so much wanted to ask if they were planning on anything more or she would get to leave but didn’t dare. As she waited for few more minutes (which appeared to her like long hours), she saw Imran making some gestures to Shivani, he was probably calling her. Shivani acknowledged quickly and pushed herself into Imran’s laps. “Were they lovers? Or was Shivani Samir’s girl or were they just friend or sex buddies?”, Richa’s mind started thinking through all combinations when she saw Imran giving light pecks on Shivani’s cheeks. The way Shivani put her hands around his head, it appeared she was his girl. “But then why would she let Imran do those nasty things to me?” Richa’s thinking didn’t stop.
Just then she saw Imran picking Shivani up in his arms and moving to bedroom. That made it clear but before she could apprehend the fact, Samir jumped on her. Surprisingly he didn’t remove the towel but started kissing her passionately. “Is he imagining me as his girl?”, Richa wondered as she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. Samir was too busy kissing, licking her lips and sucking her tongue. Her freshly washed face was too attractive for him and he was having a fresh go at it. Although Richa was responding and cooperating with Samir, her mind was inside. Was she somewhat jealous that Imran was with another woman? She felt so embarrassed when the thought passed through her mind. He wasn’t even her man, far from it, she was treated as a kept, although somewhat gently and not totally torn. She was nothing other than an object to extract pleasure for him. Richa soon regained her composure and got over the thoughts and continued the job at hand. Samir was licking her ear lobes and slowly moving down to her shoulders and neck. He wasn’t rough and was doing it gently until the towel was removed. A sight of Richa’s breasts probably awakened the devil at once. He almost instantly gave a tight bite on them that brought a loud cry from her. But then he was gentle again and continued licking her shoulders, arms, cleavage, her belly and off course the breasts and nipples. He was sucking her masterfully, sucking one breast while pinching gently the other one, sending shivers down her spine. And when he raised her arms to lick underneath, Richa shuddered in ecstasy. She almost pushed him down to her belly and legs. But Samir was a seasoned player too, he soon picked it and came up again to tease her further. He stretched her hands above her head and licked both her underarms passionately. Richa couldn’t help but wrap her legs tightly around Samir’s body to hug him tightly. Samir continued making the passionate lovemaking that was pushing Richa one more time to the edge. He was aware by then that Richa wasn’t going to protest any advances but he was still trying to get her excited and make it nice for her. Richa enjoyed that and offered herself unconditionally.
Samir was now upping the tempo gradually. He was teasing her on the underarms, sometimes coming down and giving her gentle bites on her tummy and waist. His hands were pinching her nipples as well as her lower lips, he would sometimes gently scratched her crotch and twist her clit. Amongst all the gentle lovemaking, he was also giving her few slaps on her thighs or lower bums. Richa was literally jumping up and down in excitement and almost giggling with the treatment. Things were really going well for her as Samir had brought her very close to climax but hadn’t even entered her as such. She admitted later that it was one heck of a foreplay she was subjected to. He was just applying correct pressure while biting her ear lobes or breasts or the smooth tummy. His tongue was also exploring the sensitive parts of her lower ears, neck, shoulders and underarms alongside thighs and cleavage and the slaps on her thighs and bums were absolutely erotic by Richa’s standards. He had started rubbing her tunnel and was edging close to penetration. Richa was obviously ready and just awaited him to start as she was completely moist. Samir couldn’t hold any longer either and soon pulled his member out to enter my wife for the last time (hopefully) during the day. He was hard and quick. He directly moved into higher gear and started grinding her overworked cunt even harder. Richa’s body was gyrating in the rhythm as Samir increased the speed. It was simply amazing how she could continue to have the libido in spite of what had happened to her.
While they were making it out, Imran suddenly walked into the room. Samir didn’t notice as he was almost buried in Richa’s heavy bosom. But Richa simply couldn’t miss Imran even during all the excitements. She saw Imran rushing towards with his erect member that was probably ready to burst. “Did Shivani not allow him to cum inside?”, Richa wondered thinking how stupid she must be. Nevertheless, Imran walked towards her and without anything being said, Richa opened her mouth to suck her master. Imran was pleased with her effort and started stroking her mouth hard. Samir too was probably alerted by it and started grinding her harder. Richa was being doubled and passion soon turned into lust. All the slapping, pinching and spitting resumed as Richa worked hard to bring both men to climax. “Can you finish him off Richa?”, Shivani asked as she stepped into room adjusting her clothes. “Oh nice! The bitch is already into it!”, she exclaimed when she saw Richa being doubled. It wasn’t long before the men started growling. Imran was first to go off, flooding Richa’s mouth and face with his hot jizz. Richa was glad drinking as much she could and tried collecting the remaining into her palms while Samir quietly discharged insider her tunnel. He kept grinding few more minutes before pulling out. Both men spitted on her before going to clean themselves, while Richa kept lying there few extra minutes. “Jawani mein randi ka kaam karti thi kya? (Did you work as prostitute during youth?)”, asked Shivani to humiliate her further. Richa didn’t answer instead welcomed the huge globe of saliva from Shivani. It was probably their way of showing supremacy and Richa was content to be the slave of them.
Samir and Imran were soon back to the room and were putting on the clothes. So Richa sensed the time was up. She got up and looked around seeking permission to clean herself. Shivani escorted her again and ensured it was quick. Richa was soon out again almost naked with the towel giving her some modesty while the men were dressed up. She waited there not knowing what to do or how to ask for clothes while Shivani went to the room to put on her decent clothes. Richa saw Imran talking to someone on phone. She couldn’t realize what he was talking as he had stepped into balcony but heard him saying at the end that he would be there (at the man’s place) within an hour. She felt better hearing that as she could then get home and relax for some time before me showing up. “Mere kapde? (My clothes?)”, Richa asked Shivani quietly when she came out of the room. “Ye lo (Take this)”, Shivani responded by throwing a very short pant and small top to her. Richa was scared to check them. It was a very short pant that could probably stretch only up to her upper thighs and the shirt just meeting the waistline of the pant. “I can’t get back to my house wearing these”, Richa protested firmly. Both Samir and Shivani laughed. “Nangi chalegi kya fir? (Will you go naked then?)”, Samir asked sarcastically. Richa wasn’t too amused and remained firm and refused to put on those short clothes. “Imran ne bola hai! (Imran has asked for them!)”, Shivani told Richa. A few quiet seconds passed as Richa couldn’t dare to oppose Imran, everyone knew by then. But my wife, she remained defiant this time. “Nahi, please, kya mein unse baat kar saakti hoon?(Can I please talk to Imran?)”, requested my wife.
“Put them on! We need to leave in next 10 minutes!” came the stern voice. Imran probably heard their conversation.
Richa was soon into that short pant and the shirt. There was no bra and panty inside and she was forced to keep the upper button open showing her cleavage. They were probably ready to leave. “May I please take my clothes back?”, Richa pleaded Imran last time. “Sure!”, Shivani smiled and handed over a carry bag with her dress, phone and atm card in it. Richa was somewhat relived to see the bag and started moving out. She wasn’t comfortable but seeing no option started walking behind Shivani. Samir kept playing with her body in between but she didn’t bother it that much. When they reached ground floor, they were greeted by Bunty and Salim. Both the men ogled at Richa from close range and saluted Imran. As they walked through the premises, she noticed gazes from some elderly men sitting on benches until they reached security room. Khan and Shukla quickly stood up seeing Imran. Even their fellow men (2 of them) stood up and greeted Imran and Samir. Shukla even quickly placed his hand on Richa’s thighs and caressed but moved back when noticed by Samir. She could see the pain in the other two men’s eyes at missing out the opportunity of banging her. “Agli baar, ye dono ko pahle bhejna! (Next time, these two get the first tunr!)”, Imran joked around indicating that they will not be left out. Everyone except Richa burst into laughter, she managed to stare at the two men who would bang her next time, one slightly older guy and other young man but surprisingly both much cleaner than Khan and Shukla.
They moved into Samir’s car. Imran got in the front while Samir was driving and Shivani and Richa occupied the back seat. It was a cool luxury sedan and they were soon off to main road. There wasn’t much talking except few small talks between Samir and Imran about some football matches. Shivani was busy with her smartphone most of the time. Within 20-25 minutes, he stopped at another residential complex. Imran instructed Samir to drop Shivani at her place and asked Richa to get down with him. She didn’t know the place well but didn’t protest and got down from the car with the carry bag in her hand. “Good luck babe!”, Shivani spoke as their car disappeared. Richa was nervous but started walking beside Imran as they quickly got into one of the buildings. The security men were graced to witness her body but luckily they were not Imran’s friends. They soon moved into elevator and were on 5th floor in front of a door that read “Mr. Patil”. Richa was too nervous and almost shivering as she stood behind Imran when the ringed the bell. The door was opened almost instantly by a 50+ guy wearing a lungi and showing off his hairy torso. He greeted Imran but his eyes were searching for her. Richa realized soon that Imran had probably already informed the man about her. That proved to be true as Imran pulled her in front and offered to Mr. Patil (Patil saab as he would call him).
Richa could notice that Mr. Patil was probably staying there with his family as she could see a picture of their family under the television set. He seemed to be a rich guy as the house was nicely decorated and also by looking at number of gold chains and rings he was wearing. “Kahan se nikala ya maal? (Where did you find this hot woman?)”, Mr Patil asked Imran as he came and sat beside Richa. He seemed quite shameless man as he almost instantly grabbed her on her back and started kissing her. Richa was really uncomfortable with him. He was quite an unattractive man, short in height, with a belly and terribly hairy and he seemed quite desperate to bang her. Imran gave him some information about Richa that excited him further as he pulled her closer to her and hugged her hard. He was trying to kiss her but Richa was backing off. “Richa! Just be well with him!”, Imran commanded seeing too much of resistance from her. And that as always did the trick. Mr. Patil soon walked with Richa into bedroom.
Mr. Patil was far from romantic or caring and he didn’t spend any time in foreplay. He simply removed her shirt and pant, gave her some good slaps on the bums and buried his face into her breasts. There were already some byte marks but he ensured his teeth were printed too. Richa moaned in pain and discomfort but it didn’t matter. He sucked her tongue, kissed her deep and then moved to her belly. He enjoyed playing around her waist and naval and even gave her few bytes there before reaching her clit. The surprise for her was that this guy was giving her oral pleasure. He was biting and pinching her clit and cunt lips alternately making her soon jump into excitement. But inside 15 minute, this man had his dick buried into my wife and banging her in his bedroom. While he wasn’t the strongest, it gave some good workout to Richa’s cunt. And when she wasn’t expecting him to pull out, he actually did and showered his cum on her face. He then pushed his member in her mouth and made her lick him. While she was cleaning him, she saw Imran standing in the room and keeping an eye on her. Mr. Patil was least bothered of his presence, indicating it was a routine affair. He was done within 30 minutes of entering the house and that somehow relieved Richa as she was desperate to get home.
Richa wasn’t too sure of where the bathroom was so she just sat on the bed waiting for Mr. Patil or Imran to return to the room. She thought she was done with the job and could leave from there. But Mr. Patil was back soon and he was still naked. He asked Richa to proceed to bathroom with him. Imran followed them too. Richa didn’t notice the chocolate cream bottle that he was carrying in his hand until she stepped in. It almost instantly reminded her the incidence she had with Mr. Naidu, one of our neighboring elderly person. She decided to keep calm and face what was in store as Imran was watching her from close range.
Mr. Patil made her sat on the edge of the bath rub and squeezed some cream on his fingers. He then took those fingers to Richa’s face and asked her to lick. Wow, it tasted good! Richa didn’t protest and started licking his fingers seductively. Mr. Patil liked her actions and rewarded her with slap on her bum. He then slowly moved into the tub with her. The cream was soon spread on his arms and then gradually to his chest. Richa did her best to lick it off his skin through the hairy mess. The guy was definitely kinky and it somehow excited Richa. She was quite responsive in licking his body parts as he sprayed the cream on his shoulders, chest, belly and even his thighs. He even took some in his mouth, mixed it with his saliva and spitted into Richa’s mouth. And to his surprise Richa didn’t let even a drop to waste. He was convinced with Imran’s selection for him but decided to tease Richa further.
When he realized Richa was under control, he started being nasty. He spat a lot of cream from his mouth into her. But later on, he spat it on the bathroom floor instead of directly spitting into Richa’s mouth. To his amazement, Richa needed no force as she bent down and licked that cream off the floor. He went even further and threw some in the toilet and even then Richa obliged licking the cream off the toilet seat and pot. Richa confessed later that she even she didn’t realize how she agreed for as it could have been unhygienic. She probably wanted to prove that Imran’s choice was not incorrect. The nasty things ended soon after she licked off the cream from his member. He took a quick shower and stepped out to thank Imran. Richa too took a quick shower and moved out to the room where they were.
“Clean the bathroom, take a shower and then put on your morning clothes!”, Imran commanded Richa. She nodded quickly and disappeared into the bedroom while they continued having a drink together.
My educated and well to do wife was asked to clean the bathroom floor at some stranger’s house right after she was screwed there. It was just too much to handle. But Richa didn’t protest and was happy cleaning the floor in that house. She was done in 10 minutes and then took a clean shower and put on her clothes. She was relived a bit thinking she was hopefully going home. And she was right. Mr. Patil thanked her and Imran and Richa left their house inside 2 hours mark. “Enough for today! I need to go somewhere. I will drop you at an ATM. Withdraw some money and take a rikshaw to go home”, he told Richa. There was no questioning again. They got into an auto and he soon dropped her nearby the ATM. No words were exchanged in the vehicle and he just waived “Bye” as she got down. He went away in a flash.
Richa walked slowly to the ATM and withdrew required money. She knew she was about 12-14 kms away from her home. She jumped into the rikshaw and started checking her phone. She responded to the multiple missed calls, texts and other messages including me. “Reaching home in 30 minutes but I am very tired. Could you please get some food while returning?”, she messaged me. I obliged instantly as I was so eager to hear the whole story. She had slept for long 2-3 hours when I showed up. I gave her a quick bath (while sensing the bite marks and other signs) and then we finished the dinner soon. As we were cuddling on our bed, she described to me all the incidents she went through. Believe me, she didn’t sleep until she told me everything and also asked me if I wanted to do anythingJ. But I played a caring hubby and asked to take rest quite late into the 2nd day. What a day she had!