20-02-2023, 01:54 PM
The dick penetrated her cunt and the young man's chest was on top of hers. She had been waiting for it and let out a moan of delight. Although the guy didn't have technique like Dutt did, he did have stamina. He grabbed her hair and pounded her cunt hard as there were slapping noises filling the room.
"Nice, dude." she heard the other guy say. Her eyes were closed. When a thought popped into her head. Wasn't he supposed to be making a phone call?
She started turning her head to look at Veeru. But Jay kept his grip on her hair tight and held her face in place. Then he started kissing her roughly. This wasn't as enjoyable as with the older men. She felt the other guy getting on top of the bed and move next to her head.
"Hiiiiii Mansi." she heard him say in a playful voice. "Ready to suck my dick?"
"Yes." she said. Jay's grip had loosened as he was lost in the pleasures of fucking this incredibly hot young woman. The way her tight cunt grabbed his dick was heavenly.
Mansi moved her head to see two naked legs next to her. She looked higher, and a decently sized dick was dangling there. And then she saw something that made her throat go dry.
"You're filming this?" she shouted.
"Fuck yeah, we're filming this. For a lakh rupees, you should be giving us the DVD yourself."
The two started laughing in that arrogant way again.
"You...can't...film...mmmpppffff"
Mansi started protesting, but by then the guy, still holding his phone in record mode, had shoved his dick in her mouth. She knew she would have to do it, but again, it initially felt weird. She gagged a little. But at that moment, the bigger concern for her was the filming. She tried to reach up with her hands and flailed for the phone. But it wasn't in her reach.
Veeru handed the phone to Jay who straightened and took a shot of her jiggling boobs before taking a close-up shot of her face with the dick in it. And then down to show his dick ramming her pussy.
"Fuck, I am about to cum!" Jay said. "Bitch is unbelievably tight for a whore."
He took a close-up of their entwined genitals. And the screen showed some semen oozing out around the shaft. Even Amar lasts longer than this, thought Mansi.
"My turn!!"
Before she knew what was happening, the dick left her mouth and was between her legs. Veeru did not care about the cream pie his friend had left in there. He just rammed his cock in and let out a triumphant cry.
"You're right dude! This is one tight cunt!"
"Please don't film this." Mansi managed to say again.
"Shut up, whore!!" the guy spat on her face.
Mansi cursed herself for not laying down some ground rules. The news was full of MMS scandals all the time. How could she have been so stupid to not ensure that? She had done so much stuff with Dutt and Bhaskar. Neither of them had even attempted to take pictures. She just tried to put that problem out of her head and focused on the relatively bigger dick hammering her cunt. But again, there was no real pleasure in it.
Ten minutes later, Mansi was sprawled on the bed with a cunt full of cum, but no satisfaction. By now she had gotten used to the phone recording her. She just hoped the men were trustworthy enough to not post it on the internet. After all, they were in it too.
"Hey whore!" Jay said, cackling. "Get the fuck up. We both have meetings to get to."
Mansi pulled herself up off the bed. She went to the bathroom, and by the time she came out, they were both dressed and putting their ties back on. She went around the room gather her clothes and putting them on. Once again, Veeru fished out his phone and filmed the whole thing.
"What are you looking at, whore?" Jay asked as she stood around expectantly.
"Umm...the money. Do you have cash or do you want to send it via internet?"
They both started laughing and exchanging high fives.
"Via internet? That's precious. A whore who takes paypal." Veeru said.
He reached for his wallet. He fished out a thousand rupee note. Jay did the same. They held it up for her.
"Is this a joke?" she angrily asked.
"The joke, you slut, is that you think you can charge people one lakh rupees for sex. Who do you think you are? Sherlyn Chopra?"
"We had a deal!!" she shouted.
"Don't shout. And don't be stupid. Why should we pay you even a paisa? be thankful that we are giving you at least this much."
"Unless you pay me, I will call the cops." Mansi said hotly.
"And say what? I am a hardworking whore who did not get the agreed upon price?" Veeru said. "And before you make anymore threats, remember what's on my phone."
Mansi's heart sank. She felt defeated. From feeling so proud just a while ago for negotiating such a great price to this. And the sex hadn't even been good.
"Do you want this two thousand or not?"
Reluctantly, she took the money and put it in her purse.
"Now get the fuck out." Jay opened the door and pushed her out.
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"Nice, dude." she heard the other guy say. Her eyes were closed. When a thought popped into her head. Wasn't he supposed to be making a phone call?
She started turning her head to look at Veeru. But Jay kept his grip on her hair tight and held her face in place. Then he started kissing her roughly. This wasn't as enjoyable as with the older men. She felt the other guy getting on top of the bed and move next to her head.
"Hiiiiii Mansi." she heard him say in a playful voice. "Ready to suck my dick?"
"Yes." she said. Jay's grip had loosened as he was lost in the pleasures of fucking this incredibly hot young woman. The way her tight cunt grabbed his dick was heavenly.
Mansi moved her head to see two naked legs next to her. She looked higher, and a decently sized dick was dangling there. And then she saw something that made her throat go dry.
"You're filming this?" she shouted.
"Fuck yeah, we're filming this. For a lakh rupees, you should be giving us the DVD yourself."
The two started laughing in that arrogant way again.
"You...can't...film...mmmpppffff"
Mansi started protesting, but by then the guy, still holding his phone in record mode, had shoved his dick in her mouth. She knew she would have to do it, but again, it initially felt weird. She gagged a little. But at that moment, the bigger concern for her was the filming. She tried to reach up with her hands and flailed for the phone. But it wasn't in her reach.
Veeru handed the phone to Jay who straightened and took a shot of her jiggling boobs before taking a close-up shot of her face with the dick in it. And then down to show his dick ramming her pussy.
"Fuck, I am about to cum!" Jay said. "Bitch is unbelievably tight for a whore."
He took a close-up of their entwined genitals. And the screen showed some semen oozing out around the shaft. Even Amar lasts longer than this, thought Mansi.
"My turn!!"
Before she knew what was happening, the dick left her mouth and was between her legs. Veeru did not care about the cream pie his friend had left in there. He just rammed his cock in and let out a triumphant cry.
"You're right dude! This is one tight cunt!"
"Please don't film this." Mansi managed to say again.
"Shut up, whore!!" the guy spat on her face.
Mansi cursed herself for not laying down some ground rules. The news was full of MMS scandals all the time. How could she have been so stupid to not ensure that? She had done so much stuff with Dutt and Bhaskar. Neither of them had even attempted to take pictures. She just tried to put that problem out of her head and focused on the relatively bigger dick hammering her cunt. But again, there was no real pleasure in it.
Ten minutes later, Mansi was sprawled on the bed with a cunt full of cum, but no satisfaction. By now she had gotten used to the phone recording her. She just hoped the men were trustworthy enough to not post it on the internet. After all, they were in it too.
"Hey whore!" Jay said, cackling. "Get the fuck up. We both have meetings to get to."
Mansi pulled herself up off the bed. She went to the bathroom, and by the time she came out, they were both dressed and putting their ties back on. She went around the room gather her clothes and putting them on. Once again, Veeru fished out his phone and filmed the whole thing.
"What are you looking at, whore?" Jay asked as she stood around expectantly.
"Umm...the money. Do you have cash or do you want to send it via internet?"
They both started laughing and exchanging high fives.
"Via internet? That's precious. A whore who takes paypal." Veeru said.
He reached for his wallet. He fished out a thousand rupee note. Jay did the same. They held it up for her.
"Is this a joke?" she angrily asked.
"The joke, you slut, is that you think you can charge people one lakh rupees for sex. Who do you think you are? Sherlyn Chopra?"
"We had a deal!!" she shouted.
"Don't shout. And don't be stupid. Why should we pay you even a paisa? be thankful that we are giving you at least this much."
"Unless you pay me, I will call the cops." Mansi said hotly.
"And say what? I am a hardworking whore who did not get the agreed upon price?" Veeru said. "And before you make anymore threats, remember what's on my phone."
Mansi's heart sank. She felt defeated. From feeling so proud just a while ago for negotiating such a great price to this. And the sex hadn't even been good.
"Do you want this two thousand or not?"
Reluctantly, she took the money and put it in her purse.
"Now get the fuck out." Jay opened the door and pushed her out.
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