Thriller Builders Kuttiya

[slutkaran]

Ch. 01

I have a story to tell. A story of my unexpected transformation from a respectable businesswoman to what I am today, a lund hungry Kuttiya for two guys who thinks of little else all day other than how I am going to be allowed to please them. The story is a true one, based on my own recollections and I have been told to write these stories by one of the guys you will shortly meet. The names are all changed but other than that, all of this has really happened to me.

My name is Manasi. I am 35, I have long straight, jet black hair, 5' 7, slim figure and full 36C breasts. Men find me highly attractive, I've certainly never had problems catching their attention. Men compliment me on my looks, my pale blue eyes and my strikingly clear complexion. I hold a senior managerial job at my work and I dress accordingly, skirt suits, high heels, fairly straight laced but feminine, professional and well presented. When not in work I am what you would call a girly girl, I wear feminine clothes and try my best to be elegant and neat at all times.

Romantically I had been going through something of a barren patch in the relationship stakes of late. My career has always been important and it leaves little time to meet anyone. I should explain that technically I'm bisexual having experienced sex and relationships with men and women but my favourite 'type' has always been well built muscular men, confident and cheeky. I had been seeing Tushar, a guy from work and while still technically 'seeing him' I knew it wasn't going anywhere – he was too 'wet' and in a strange way 'nice' for me to find him interesting and sexy.

Sexually, I guess I would have to say I was quite straight laced and prim. I'd had sexual experiences before as I'd mentioned but quite uninteresting and routine. I'd never really tried that much and dismissed most sexually adventurous thoughts and notions as a bit dirty and not for me.

My adventure that changed that view completely started out one night after work. I'd gone for a couple of drinks with some of the girls who work in my team. I only intended staying out for an hour but you know the drill after work, one leads to another and before I knew it, I was a little drunk and out for the night.

After a few drinks too many and a bit of dancing in a cheesy 80s club, I took a seat on my own in a corner of the club. I was just sipping my drink when a guy approached. Just the sort of guy I like physically - he had a close fitting shirt on that showed off his powerful biceps and broad chest. He had a cheeky grin and that confident, lund sure aura of a guy who likes to hunt his female prey on nights out. He looked younger than me, perhaps mid-20s. He had very short cut, mousy hair and despite being on a night out, had some stubbly facial hair which for me added to his sexy gruff look. I stared into his deep blue eyes as he approached and knew I was in a little trouble, my pulse was racing a little even before he approached! With no-one else in the vicinity, he could only be coming over to me to try his luck.

"Alright Chamiya! You're a classy bird for a place like this", was his opening line, as he brought his beer bottle to his lips and took a swig. He let the words hang there before grinning at me. His posture and body language oozed confidence. Normally, with a line like that I would get up and walk away - "Chamiya", does anyone even say that anymore? However, I was in trouble and we both knew it, quite simply I found him gorgeous and probably irresistible, I was already looking at his lips wondering if I should just kiss him there and then. We chatted idly for a few minutes, his name was Pappu, he was a builder, 27, single and a typical cheeky Chutiya who worked just to pay for his fags and booze and nights out of a weekend with his friends. He was well dressed as he was out on the pull but the demands of hard physical work were noticeable, he had a gruff look, his big hands were calloused and rough and judging by his chat with me thus far saw women just as prey and notches on the bedpost.

Without being aware of it at first, he had his hand on my knee, just above the hem of my skirt, and was idly stroking my leg. I could feel his touch gently through the dostrial of my tights. Even then I wanted him to slide his hand up my skirt. Looking at me full on, realising I wasn't objecting to his touch and picking up on my aroused body language, he lent in and kissed me full on the lips. A tingle of electricity spread through my body and made my head swim and my choot tingle. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was enough for him to know he had me and that I wanted him.

Without remembering how or why, after some more flirting and chatting, a couple of hours later I was in a Kaali-Peeli heading for his flat. We both knew why and what was going to happen although I certainly had no idea then just how life changing this experience was going to be. We chatted some more during the journey, our hands beginning to explore each other bodies. I think he was taken aback by my eagerness, several times, my hands rubbed at his crotch feeling his lund harden, only to be brushed away, he said a few times that there was plenty of time for that but I could barely wait! I'd never been like this before with a guy I'd only just met but he just made me feel reckless and Slutty. I was as nervous as hell too, I was an executive, respectable, strait laced – I'd never had a one night stand in my life before and was normally very reserved but this was different, I had to have him!

Pappu held my hand up the stairs to his flat. He fumbled for the keys and let us is, quickly closing the door behind him. He gestured for me to sit on the couch in what was a small-ish flat, untidy and a little dark. I just managed to notice the clear signs of a bachelor pad, evidenced by the girly poster on the wall opposite me – some gorgeous girl forever presenting her huge breasts for him to look at each day – Mard!

Needless to say, Pappu didn't bother with any niceties – not even the offer of a drink or a cursory chat. He sat next to me on the couch and his hands were all over me in seconds, sliding inside my skirt, my top. I had the similar feeling of electricity at his touch, I just wanted him, as quickly as he could manage! Without knowing why, I found myself doing something I would never normally do and taking the lead (or so I thought). I had hands of my own and I had used them to unbutton his pants. I groaned inwardly as my hands found his lund, stiff and poking out of his pants already, I could feel it, hot and throbbing in my hand.

I pulled his lund right out of his boxers so it was sticking up straight and started to wank him slowly, my eyes fascinated by his thick shaft, as I switched my glances from his face to his lund pulsing in my hand. He looked at me, a sly grin on his face and he lent back, pulling his pants right off and holding his lund upright. Somehow that was hidden body language for him telling me to suck it but I didn't need to be asked, I couldn't wait to get his dick in my mouth. I slid down onto the floor kneeling between his legs, I gripped his shaft firmly and lent in, my mouth opening wide to take his lund.

I must confess here, despite my limited experience, oral sex has always been a favourite activity of mine and I always enjoyed the feeling of giving a guy a blow job. Not that I'd done it very often, not then at least! I started work sliding my tongue up the veiny thick shaft of his lund. It was an impressive sight – not pornstar sized, but thick and about 8 inches and enough to make my head spin in lust. A combination of the drink, the situation and my sheer sluttiness meant I was quickly sucking this guy for all I was worth, turning myself on even more by squeezing his full balls gently as I sucked. As his arousal grew, I felt his hands running through my hair as he started to gently thrust upwards, pushing his lund deeper into my mouth. Not being a porn film I knew he wouldn't last for ages and after a few minutes I could sense he wasn't far off and I wasn't planning on stopping. I could sense he was a guy with physical stamina and he would return the pleasure with interest as h wouldn't waste the chance of fucking a woman who was obviously in heat!

I recall the next part vividly as if it were yesterday. As his lund now started to piston in and out my eager mouth, we both heard the sound of a key scratching around in the door. I paused, only briefly, only to feel Pappu's hand on the back of my head. He groaned, "Don't stop...don't stop" - so I didn't! Out of the corner of my eye, I was just aware of another guy who was obviously now enjoying a free porn show from yours truly. Pappu was now thrusting his hips forcibly so he was pretty much fucking my mouth, I just had to hold on and take it. The moment happened soon after, his hands clamped my head, his final thrust deep into my mouth and the loud groan as I felt his lund jerk violently inside me and the hot liquid of his cum explode in my mouth and against my tongue and down my throat, it felt like molten lava going everywhere inside my mouth. I swallowed it all, and even slid my mouth up and down his shaft after he had stopped cumming to clean up. I wouldn't normally swallow or clean a lund but somehow I felt it was expected. Not that I was especially conscious of what I was doing, I just wanted his cum! As I was finishing off my task, he had slid right down the couch in pleasure and he let out a loud sigh and exclaimed, "Fucking brilliant you dirty Kuttiya".

Only then did I take in that between me arriving and me swallowing the cum of a guy I'd only just met, we'd acquired an audience! At least I'm not naked I thought as although I'd be fairly well mauled and groped, Pappu hadn't yet had time to take any of my clothes off, just rearrange them slightly! I actually remember feeling quite amused, aroused and proud that I'd done all that with him watching – me, a normally staid, prim woman had sucked a guy off while a complete stranger watched.

I expected now that Pappu would have a quiet word with this guy, presumably a flat dost, and make his apologies so we could carry on in his room. After all this, I needed fucking and needed Pappu inside me, I was so aroused and ready for him. Little did I know that that was from his plan and my adventure as a builder's Kuttiya had already begun.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 2

The next thing I did was get up off my knees, pat my skirt down and rearrange my bra and top, as elegantly as I could in the circumstances! I waited for Pappu to lead me to his room to continue the fun but instead he was too busy lazing on the couch, his now flaccid lund lying limp across his stomach, a broad grin of satisfaction on his face.

The other guy, who I later learnt, was called Munna, was also grinning in pleasure and some amusement at what he'd just seen. His next act amazed me. He moved towards me, unzipped his pants and pulled out his lund, fully erect and hard having just been treated to my lund sucking show. He leered at me, his right hand gripping his lund at the base, his eyes burning into mine as if he was calculating what I would do.

Pappu had seen this and snorted in laughter saying, "Fuckin' Hell dost, can't I have anything for myself?!" he chuckled, staying in place prone on the couch.

This I think was the time for me to come to my senses, realise what the hell I was doing, put it down to experience and get the hell out of there. What can I say? My head was spinning, I had been drinking and I'd just done something I'd never done before - I felt wild and daring. I stood frozen to the spot entranced; all I could look at was the lund in front of me. It was rock hard, it was bigger and thicker than the one I'd just had explode in my mouth and my whole body screamed that I wanted it, whilst my mind was busy telling me to get out quick. I felt so dirty even contemplating my next act, but a delicious, filthy dirty.

You know what's going to happen right? I looked at Munna. He was, I learnt later, a fellow labourer on the same builder's crew as Pappu and like him, he was muscular and lithe, masculine and strong from the physical work he did each day. His hair was close shaven, he was handsome and had a beautifully sculptured face, only blemished by a couple of minor scratches on his cheek and a little scar on his chin. He was about 6"2 and broad shouldered and like Pappu, he had that 'look', the one I now know only too well. With his lund in his hand he looked at me smugly as if to say, I've just seen you sucking off my dost, sucking like a dirty randi and now you're going to suck mine too. He was so right.

What felt like an eternity was only a few seconds really as he was standing next to me but the act of taking that one step closer to him sealed my fate. I stepped next to him, looked down at that thick shaft and closed my hand around it, my hand not quite making it all the way around his shaft. As my fingers closed around it, another quiver of excitement sliced through my core. I was light headed and I knew, he knew and Pappu knew, that I was about to slide down onto my knees and suck his lund. Suck the lund of a guy who I hadn't even spoken to yet. I slid my hands all over his lund, delighting in its hardness and my mouth reached for his greedily, my tongue darting inside his mouth. I squeezed his balls gently and gasped at how hard his lund was pulsing in my hand. I was on heat and not quite sure what I was doing.

As I slid down his body, I saw Pappu prop himself up on his elbows on the couch to watch. He shouted gleefully at Pappu, "Maa Ki Choot, what a Kuttiya we've found here. Suck him off you dirty Kuttiya!" Unexpectedly, Munna had a slightly different idea. He lifted me back up, his hands under my armpits to haul me up. He looked into my eyes and said, "If you want to suck my dick love, you'll be naked doing it - lose the clothes and let's have a look at what you have for us."

Being called a Kuttiya, asked to undress for these two idiots like some sort of prostitute? What was I doing? They'd offended me already with how they were treating me but still, I needed this. Without even any mental struggle, I complied almost straight away. I wanted nothing more right there and then to be on my knees with Munna's lund in my mouth. I had to have it, I needed it. Undressing was just delaying my prize. I reached quickly for my blouse, unbuttoning it quickly. Throwing the blouse onto the floor, I didn't even pause before unclasping my bra and I saw Munna's eyes light up as my breasts sprang out. "Awww, Kya Babble hai," Munna said as he reached for my breasts and gave my nipples a quick tweak. I have quite full yet sensitive nipples and they were already poking out a mile from my excitement. Munna stepped aside slightly and turned me around to face Pappu, "Iske Ball dekh, crackin' pair," I blushed in embarrassment as both guys enjoyed the view but I didn't really care, I had a lund to attend to and despite the cogaand compliment, I did like the fact that they liked what they saw, it was an ego boost!

Without even asking, Munna decided to finish off my strip for me. He reached around, unzipped my skirt so it slid to the floor and roughly reached for my tights, rolling them, and my Chaddis along with them, firmly down my legs, kicking them dismissively away across the floor. Now completely naked in front of them, the guys then persisted in examining me like some sort of piece of meat, Munna spun me around for Pappu's benefit, "mast gaand!" Munna said. He pushed the small of my back firmly, encouraging me to bend over, obviously to give him and Pappu a view of my gaand and choot. I felt like a piece of meat waiting to be bought, as the two men savoured the sight of my naked body.

As I faced Pappu, naked, I felt Munna's rough hands reach between my legs and without warning, he slid two fingers inside my choot. "Aww, shit, she's dripping, I knew she would be," Munna said, as if I wasn't even there. He backed in close to me, I could feel his lund against my ass and he started to rub my clit and finger me from behind, his touch rough and aggressive but vigorous, his fingers sliding deep inside me easily. I expected at any moment to feel Munna's lund start to reach for my bhosada, my breath ragged as I expected and wanted it inside me.

I noticed Pappu's lund already starting to harden again as he watched his dost fingering me. I was gagging for release and the guys were enjoying the show as I opened my legs as wide as I could whilst standing up, trying to get his fingers deeper inside me, wondering if he was going to fuck me, hoping he was, quickly.

Normally, I'm a demanding woman to please and it takes me a while to orgasm, if I do at all. This time however, it was sensory overload. The pleasure of the fingers on my clit, the dirtiness of what I'd already done, watching Pappu watching me. In what seemed like only a few seconds, I had to reach my arms around Munna's body behind me to steady myself as my choot exploded and I cried out in pleasure, my head on Munna's chest as I had the most amazing orgasm of my life, the room and everything in it fading to the background as total pleasure flooded over me. I had to fight the urge to burst into tears with the eroticism of it.

He left his fingers inside me for a while but whilst my head was still spinning and I was physically spent, my eyes teary from the power of my orgasm, he pushed me onto the floor, stopping only to prod his fingers into my mouth. I truly felt like a Kuttiya on heat as I greedily sucked his fingers, soaked from my own juice and imagined it was his lund. I didn't have long to wait.

He quickly pulled his pants off, still at that time around his ankles and gripped his lund. "Come on Kuttiya, get this in your mouth," he said, suddenly stepping up the pace. I was overcome by lust and excitement and needed his lund. I slid over there on my knees, and almost in one motion, opened my mouth wide and took his stiffy deep inside my mouth. I was acting like a cum hungry Kuttiya, no niceties, I just opened up and swallowed him whole, feeling the head of his lund slide down my throat and the thick veins of his lund against my lips and tongue as he placed both his hands on my head. This guy had just given me the most intense orgasm, I had to please him, I wanted to please him and I remember being proud that I'd learnt many years ago how to deep throat a lund. It was like I was on fast forward, my mouth sliding over his shaft quickly, my tongue rolling around his lund in my mouth, savouring the taste and feel of my mouth being so deliciously full of lund.
I was sucking so hard, and he was thrusting in my mouth. Before very long I could sense he was close. He disappointed me however by pulling his lund out my mouth. I looked up to see what he was going to do. "You're getting this over your face love," was all he said.

I watched in rapture as his hand gripped his lund and he wanked furiously, my eyes almost hypnotised by the erotic sight of an angry looking dick with its large balls swinging beneath it ready to unload. "Open your mouth," he said to me. I did immediately, just in time to see the first big jet of cum hurtle towards me and splash over my nose. I closed my eyes and felt the next splash on my tongue, the next on my lips. Once I knew he had finished, what a Kuttiya I must have looked, covered in cum. I lent over and took him in my mouth again, collecting the juice still on his lund and swallowing it greedily.

"That's it Kuttiya, swallow every drop," he said as he came down from his own powerful orgasm. Needless to say I did, greedily swallowing my second load of the night, my tongue scooping up any residue on his engorged dick, and realising again how much I loved sucking lund and how deliciously naughty I had been.

"You'd better wipe your face," Pappu said as he threw a tissue towards me. I did and before I had time to draw breath, Pappu was pushing me over towards the back of the room. Without any pretense at gentleness, he pushed me over the table so I was standing up, but bent over, my hands flat on the table, my gaand sticking up in the air. I felt Pappu push my legs apart and I cried out in pleasure as he simply gripped his lund at the entrance of my choot and shoved it in, whilst at the same time, pressing down the hollow of my back so my breasts were flat against the table. The act of him pushing me across the room, bending me over and penetrating me all seemed to be one fluid movement. He scooped me up and got inside me as he pleased.

My choot was soaking wet and on fire and his lund felt like a piston as it sliced me in two, filling me up immediately. I heard both guys chuckle to themselves as he stopped thrusting because as soon as he did, I leaned further back to find his lund.
I soon realised I was now doing the work, he was standing there still, behind me, while I was impaling himself on his rod, my gaand and upper legs thrusting out obscenely so I could push my hungry cunt over his lund. He was fired up and gripped my hips as he thrust into me again, I still remember even to this day the erotic noise of his balls slapping against my bum as he fucked me.

I'd never been fucked so hard in my life and I loved it, it was animalistic and wanton, something I'm now more than used to. I just held on for dear life, loving the power of his thrusts and trying to imagine what was happening between my legs, his lund felt like it was splitting me in two, I was being taken hard, rutted by a rough stud, my breasts were getting sore from being rocked up and down so violently in time with his rough shafting of me and I loved it, I needed it.

As Pappu assaulted my choot, Munna sat next to us watching me. He opened a can of beer as if he was watching a porn film. He passed Pappu a beer and I felt the bastard pause, his lund still deep inside me, his heavy balls drooping lazily against me, as he opened his beer and took a swig. "mast Randi mili hai apne ko, dost," Pappu said Leeringly.

I started to feel offended again but then replayed the evidence in my mind; sucking two guys off, being brought off to orgasm by one as the other watched and currently bent over a table with one of their hard lunds splitting my choot in two while the other watched and loving every minute. I guess I was a randi but hey, it was one night and I'd never see these guys again and I had to be honest, I really was loving every minute, my mind racing at what they would do next, lots of feelings about wanting to prove I could keep up with these guys and take what they could give me.

"Slow down dost," Munna said as Pappu resumed his fucking of me, the room filled with the disgusting sounds of my choot squelching against the force of his dick inside me and my bum slapping against him as he pounded me, "You'll knock her teeth out." They both smiled at each other, delighted with their conquest of me, as a randi for them to fuck all night, at least I hoped they would!

Munna stood up and ran his hands through my hair, reaching underneath me to maul my boobs, making me groan as he roughly pinched my nipples. "Turn her over on her back fella," he said to Pappu. Sure enough, I felt his lund plop out of me as I was roughly man handled onto my back. Again I thought I saw both guys smirk at me as I immediately opened my legs wide for Pappu to get inside me quickly. He hardly paused before thrusting it up me again, balls deep, I moaned loudly in pleasure at the sheer dirtiness of it, my choot had never felt so full, I had never been as wanton.

This time, they both had a great view of me, my heavy breasts bouncing up and down in time with his thrusts, my legs splayed wide as Pappu's lund pistoned in and out of me. Munna moved closer to me and placed his lund over my lips, he obviously wanted me to suck it again. I leaned my head up as much as I could to take his length. Awkward at first because of the angle, his prick hit my cheek. He helped by adjusting his position and then thrusting into my mouth and I was in heaven, two lunds inside me, from two guys I probably didn't like at all, who I'd only just met.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 3

The day after.....

My vision was blurry as I tentatively woke up. Almost in seconds I realised I was in a strange flat and that brought back flashbacks of last night. Dirty, messy, porno flashbacks. "Oh my fucking God!" I thought as my treatment at the hands of Pappu and Munna came flooding back. Brought to reality by the soreness in my choot and by the fact I was on a dirty sofa with no clothes on! (Someone had at least covered me in a blanket of sorts).

I leapt up off the couch. If it was still early enough, I could get out, pretend this was a bad dream (OK then, a fucking horny unforgettable dream!) and get out and never see these two arrogant bastards again. I knew it had been the most erotic, amazing experience of my life, one I would look back on scarcely believing I had actually done the things I had done but come on, shagging labourers in dingy flats was hardly me. I guess it was just something I needed to do, a reaction against a sorted and structured lifestyle, something like that anyway.

Almost clearing my head, I looked around quickly, my clothes scattered on the floor. I scooped up my crumpled skirt and threw it on. Not a minute too late, as the moment I'd zipped my skirt back up, I saw Munna grinning at me from the hallway. At least I'd had time to have covered half of my dignity up! An arm across my breasts barely completed the modesty job.
"Do Omelete bana, Chamiya' – three if you want some too," he shouted as I heard him in the toilet taking a pee and humming some tuneless nonsense under his breath, no doubt content in the happy knowledge that he got well and truly laid the night before by a bit of posh skirt.

A flash of indignation flooded across me. As if I was going to make them breakfast! I felt pangs of anger and shame at letting these arrogant morons have their way with me so completely last night. Anyway, they'd had their fun and yes, I'd had mine but now I was out of here. I stooped for my bra and the rest of my clothes to make my way out of there.

"Not so fast hun", said Munna, "Come on babe, I was only joking, we had fun last night right? No harm done, we all enjoyed it, what's the problem?" he smiled warmly, whilst putting his hand placatingly on my arm. Happy that at least I was now partially dressed, my bra back on, his words had the right effect - he was right wasn't he? I'm a single woman, I fancied the pants (literally) off these guys and I'd gotten carried away in the lust and alcohol of the night. No-one died, no-one got hurt. I smiled at him wryly as I had these thoughts, yes, it was OK....and it really was horny and dirty and really, I was quite pleased with myself, I'd managed to keep up with these two young, gorgeous studs. Not my usual type of guy but I guess a bit of rough now and then does a girl good right?

"So, how about that omelet, then?" he quipped. Deciding not to give the cheeky bastard a right hook, I rolled my eyes. I was taken in and disarmed by his charm and cheeky grin. "I'll do you some omelet and a cuppa and then I'm out of here, OK" I said, with a cheeky glare of my own. I recall questioning myself mentally as to why I did this. Hell, I didn't even cook for myself at home most of the time, why the need now to be so patronized by this bloke that I'd make him some food in his own flat? I even realise people reading this will do so and think, as if she would cook them food in their flat but hey, just telling it like it is. I guess you could conclude that without admitting it to myself I wanted to stick around and see what happened. Anyway, cook I did!

I made my way to the kitchenette, as that's all it was, messy and dirty, used plates and cups littered on the greasy work tops. I managed to find some eggs and bread and started to rustle up some breakfast. I chuckled to myself at what I was doing. In a bachelor pad with two rough builder types, in a scruffy flat I didn't even properly know the location of. Not my usual Saturday morning of lattes and giggles with the ladies and a spot of shopping in town. The girls would laugh at this. Strike that, they wouldn't because I wasn't going to tell them!

I'd just about finished the omelet when turning around I got the shock of my life. Just as he had done last night, Munna was standing near me sporting a raging erection, grinning from ear to ear and slowly and deliberately wanking that gorgeous lund brazenly in front of me, delighting in my flustering, seeking out eye contact with me.

"Oh my God, shit – what do you think you're doing," I stammered, "Breakfast and that's it I said, I don’t even know why I agreed to that...what do you think I am, I'm out of here!" I shouted as I hurried to get to my bag and make a quick exit. I hoped he hadn't noticed that I had hardly taken my eyes off that gorgeous lund the whole time I was talking, sticking out vertically and erotically in his hand. He obviously had noticed though. Thinking about it I may as well have had a sign on me saying, 'I love your lund, please give it to me all over again.'

"Whoa, come on, what's the harm?" he said reaching for, and grabbing my hand. He was a fast mover, he had his tongue in my mouth, and without knowing how, my hand was wrapped around his pulsating lund. All the feelings from last night came rushing back, my mind was screaming "Get Out" but oh that lund, it felt so big and alive, I wanted it, I needed it all over again. The attempt at resistance I put up really was pathetic. My fingers were running up and down the thick, throbbing shaft before I could even stop myself, it felt so alive and thick in my hand, his tongue uncontrolled in my mouth, my breath quick, and all the determination to get out of there totally evaporated, if it was ever really there at all.

I think I amazed us both equally by what I did next. Even though it seemed at times to me last night as though both guys knew everything that I was going to do before I did it, I'm certain Munna still expected me at that moment to recover my senses, pick up my things and run. Perhaps the best he thought he would get was a cheeky snog and the opportunity to laugh at my expense as I made my escape. I found myself having other ideas entirely.

I pushed him gently away and broke the kiss. He thought I was trying to escape at that point but, keeping full eye contact with him, I slowly sunk to my knees. A look of triumph spread across Munna's face as he realised what was about to happen and he could prepare for another lund choosai. (I couldn't even remember how many times I'd sucked him last night!). In that moment I had so many mixed and horny thoughts. He was such an imposing, masculine guy, hard body and throbbing lund and it brought out all kinds of strange feelings in me, the main one being that I wanted him to use me, take me, have his way with me and see me enjoying being used and submissive to his will. I pushed that to one side though, as I set about my task.

"Ohh, I knew you were a filthy randi," Munna said as he started to enjoy my attention and settle in to the feeling of my warm mouth working his shaft, a feeling he would soon be very familiar with. I wanted to do this well and show off my skills.

I slid my tongue right over his balls and popped them into my mouth, sucking on them like such a greedy Kuttiya. My tongue slid slowly and lasciviously right across his long shaft, the veins along his lund feeling huge against my tongue. I heard a low groan as I popped the head of his lund in my mouth, trying to get my tongue to roam around it as much as I could with my mouth full. He began to hold my head as my mind swam in lust and desire. I met his gaze as often as I could, there was something primal in the eye contact, I was telling him via my lusty eyes that I wanted to be here, on my knees in front of a muscled stud, his lund sliding in and out my mouth and down my throat.

The impetus slipped from me to him somehow as now I was just holding my head still (helped by his firm hand on the back of my head!) and my mouth open, as he slowly but steadily forced his bulging lund into my willing mouth. I was so completely aroused by seeing his hips and powerful torso move in time with me so he could arrow his thick lund into my mouth. My eyes started to stream and occasionally he pulled right out so that my spit and his pre-cum dripped down my chin. He teased me with his shaft.

When not in my mouth, he pressed it flat over my cheeks and my lips; I think it amused him seeing me there straining to get his stiffness back into my mouth. Whenever he went for a sizeable thrust, I felt his heavy balls slap again my chin. I think the sight of me like that, coughing and spluttering over his lund, tipped him over the edge. I felt his lund thicken and tense even more and I knew I was about to get messy all over again.

"Here it comes bitch," he said, now wanking furiously, the head of his lund only an inch from my mouth, my eyes full of lust just watching avidly. "Open!" was all he said hurriedly. I did dumbly, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, I wanted to taste him, to feel it splash all over me. He threw his head back and he struggled to maintain his balance as his knees gave way. He grunted loudly, his hand a blur as he tossed himself off over me.

A hot jet of his cum flew over me and past my head somewhere. The next one hit the target, coating my upper lip and my teeth. Just before the third jet, he pushed his cock head back in my mouth and I felt the rest of his cum blast into my mouth as I closed my lips greedily over his shaft. He left his lund buried in my mouth as his orgasm continued and then subsided. As he pulled out, I swirled my tongue over his shaft to mop up the remaining come from his lund. I even licked all the way down his shaft and across his balls again, now drooped into his large sack as he'd emptied them all over me. He smeared his lund over my lips and cheeks as his eyes pierced into me. I think he was staring in surprised wonder and some appreciation at realising what I'd just done.

"Wow, you filthy fucking Kuttiya," I heard from just behind me. The lust filled tension broken for a minute. Shit! I'd forgotten Pappu was even here, he'd obviously been watching me whore my mouth out again. Still on my knees, the two guys high fived and whooped in unison, the bitch is getting it again I imagined they were thinking.

"My turn fella," he said to his dost as if to emphasise that the issue of me pleasuring him wasn't even an issue, well, it wasn't I guess.

I was in a complete daze. I saw one lund moving away from my mouth and looked up to see Pappu standing there instead of Munna. He had on only a pair of white boxers, tented up erotically and he looked down at me Leeringly. "I want you to pull these pants down and suck my lund. Show me what a cheap Kuttiya you are, show me how much you want to suck this dick." His words made my head swim in erotic fog, by doing this I was proving he was right, sucking two guys off, on my knees, in a dirty flat, was I a Kuttiya?

I already knew the answer deep down. For some reason, I felt the need to stare into his eyes. I was almost telepathically saying to him I am a Kuttiya, a randi and I'm going to prove it right now by sucking you off on my knees before you. With those thoughts racing around my messed up head, I slid his boxers down, having the problem of getting around his hard on but groaning in appreciation as it sprung free in front of my face, struggling to focus as my mind was mashed in warm lust.

What a Kuttiya I felt, I hardly even paused for breath. I still had Munna's cum dripping down my face and here I was again, my mouth full of lund. I gave him the same treatment as Munna, probably more. I was consumed by lust again, my filthy thoughts swirling around my head - suck his lund, I love it in my mouth, pleasure this gorgeous, arrogant, hot looking stud, take another load over your Slutty face, show them what a filthy, dirty, cheap randi you've always wanted to be.

As I continued sucking, Pappu moved behind me. He unclasped my bra that I'd only had only for about ten minutes and mauled my tits roughly from behind. He lifted my skirt up over my hips, his hand quickly finding my cunt. I was soaking wet again and Munna must have felt me moan across his shaft as I felt Pappu's fingers slide easily up me with no resistance. He fingered me roughly three or four times but then pulled them out. He laughed as he noticed I'd already started bucking my hips to his fingers and he saw my frustration that he'd just as suddenly taken them away.

"I think the Kuttiya wants to be fucked," Pappu said to Munna.

"Tough, she's getting this in the same place as she got yours," Munna replied, building his pace up as he started to hump my mouth. "Come on, take my lund you dirty randi," he cried, enjoying his lund choosai more and more by the second. I was too far gone with lust to care what he said, Pappu was fucking my mouth and instead of being horrified, they could both see I was doing my level best to take anything he had.

It wasn't long before I took his cum again. Instead of pulling out, he just grabbed my head and kept his lund in my mouth as he unloaded. I was struggling for breath but I managed to swallow any juice I felt in there and take the rest all over the inside of my mouth. No standing on ceremony again, when he was done and happy that I'd sucked him dry, he just pulled it out and folded it back in his boxers. "Make sure you swallow all of that," Pappu said. I almost laughed at the fact that I already had done, even before he'd even said it. I almost opened my mouth to show him my empty mouth but stopped myself.

Licking my lips to mop up the excess cum, I looked up at both guys. They had broad grins on, they leered at me. What must I have looked like, on my knees, my skirt still hitched over my waist, my tits hanging out, and the cum of two guys god knows where all over me. My face was bright red in shame, it was like they had broken me or something. We all knew I was a randi for their lunds and I knew I was on heat.

This treatment should be shocking me. I am an executive business woman, I have a high powered job, I have a sports car, I date and I lunch with the girls. I don't crawl around on my knees being some kind of personal cocksucker for scruffy guys I pick up in clubs. Hell, this time, I can't even blame alcohol.

I had those thoughts a lot over the next few weeks and the irony of me thinking them just after I'd just been filled full of their come again was not lost on me.

"I guess you'll want fucking too?" Munna quipped, a lilt of a laugh in his voice. It was a question. Both guys looked at me to see what I would say. They all knew I wanted it, I knew I wanted it, I needed my own release but I couldn't bring myself to ask to be fucked, it was filthy and degrading. I was on heat though and I needed it. What to do. Pappu helped me out.

"Tell you what," he said to Munna, "She can finish of that breakfast and then we'll give her what she wants." I looked to Munna, he nodded in compliance with that Leering smile he has.

Humiliated and cheeks burning in indignation again but needing and wanting more, I scrambled to my feet and went back to the kitchenette. My supposedly intelligent and cultured mind was screaming at me. Are you going to let them do this? They've just told you to make them breakfast and as a reward, they will allow you the pleasure of being fucked by them!? What the fuck are you thinking, girl? Again, I knew what the outcome would be. Even as I was preparing the food, my mind was turning to thoughts of being taken hard by them, my choot shivered in anticipation, I needed their lunds inside me, roughly, dirtily, any way they wanted to have me.

Like some kind of dutiful serving girl, I brought the guy's breakfast and tea in. Munna motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him, giving a mock air of some sort of royalty beckoning a servant.

"Take that skirt off and spread your legs as we eat this, I want to see where I'm going next." He said as he noisily devoured his food. I felt like I'd lost any will at this point. I slid down the chair, my skirt off, and opened my legs, presenting both guys with a perfect view of my choot. I couldn't help myself, I started rubbing my clit, replaying mental images of me on my knees with their lunds in my mouth as my excitement built again. I felt humiliated by doing this in front of them but it didn't stop me, it made me hornier, I had my legs wide open and my fingers were rubbing my clit for all I was worth.

My head was swimming, my choot throbbing, my need for release total. Countless times my mind tried to remind me that I was demeaning myself in front of two Leering blokes, somehow this just made me hornier. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I screamed out and felt my legs almost bend inward in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through my body, my back arched in what felt like an unnatural position. I must have been cumming only for a few seconds but it felt like an age. The two guys found this hysterical, the exchanged bemused but delighted looks. They couldn't believe what they'd just seen, they were astonished and highly amused.

As my pleasure finally subsided, i felt a rough hand on my inner thigh. I glanced to my left and was consumed by lust again. Pappu was sitting next to me sporting a semi hard lund. I may have licked my lips looking at it.

"Seen as I've only just come in your mouth, you'll have to help me out with this first," he said to me, glancing down at his lund and shaking it mockingly in front of me. I hardly noticed any more how disrespectfully they were talking to me, or I didn't care, or I liked it!

All pretense now gone, I practically jumped between his legs and planted my mouth over his lund. He drove me wild by what he was saying, "I'll fuck you when you get me hard enough. As soon as you feel me as hard as I was before, you're going to slide it up that dirty cunt of yours."

Driven wild with lust, I sucked for all I was worth. Luckily, this guy was a bit of a stud, he was hard again in no time. Like a performing seal waiting for a reward I popped his lund out of my mouth urgently, stood up to face him and spread my legs for his lund. "Turn around the other way Kuttiya, I want Munna to watch you being fucked." I did, without hesitation, and I grabbed the base of Pappu's lund, squatted down and let out a guttural scream as his thick shaft disappeared all too easily up my soaked choot. Not stopping my descent over his thick pole until I felt the cushion of his balls underneath me, his lund splaying my hungry cunt wide, I began riding his big shaft.

I rode his lund enthusiastically, each downward thrust for me made it feel as though his dick was going to split me in two. I was told to play with my clit as I rode him, so I did. Bouncing on his big dick, I saw Munna opposite me, enjoying the free porn show of a woman lost in lust, ramming a lund up her cunt and playing with her clit.

I watched him watching me, his eyes torn between watching his friend’s lund disappear up my hole and taking in the sight of my heavy tits lurching up and down violently as I fucked myself silly with that gorgeous lund. He had a lustful smirk on his face as I gave the bastard a front seat free porn show knowing he would get his turn soon too. Pappu had his hands underneath my legs, opening them up as much as he could, no doubt giving his friend an excellent view of his pole sliding deep in and out of my crack.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 4

I had a nice view myself. The porn show was working on him, his own big dick was now throbbing again in his hand. He looked at me smugly as he caught me staring at his hard-on and his look told me he was going to enjoy my choot again, not just after I had gotten Pappu off, but over and over again....

Instead of making Pappu come there and then, the guys had different ideas of what was going to happen. Apparently I had to take turns riding their lunds. They told me it was a new game called a 'lund dash', later changed to much amusement on their part, to the 'dick dash'.

For my first 'dash', I took the four or five steps over to Munna. He was beginning to revel in this more and more. "Tell me what you want," he quipped, all too aware of exactly what I wanted. I couldn't take my eyes off that throbbing dick in his hands. "Don't piss about," I implored, hoping he would relent and let me ride him. "Tell me exactly what you want, or you won't get it, randi!" he spat out at me. I was humiliated, annoyed, frustrated, but beyond turned on and desperate.

I don't think I even consciously thought the words that I then blurted out, "I want your fucking dick inside me....I want to sit on that fucking big pole and ride it, you fucking bastard, I want my dirty cunt to slide over your dick and take it all..." In a mental fog again, I can't even remember the rest of what I said, suffice to say, I'd sufficiently humiliated myself enough for him to permit me ride his lund. He withdrew his hand, gave me an arrogant wave as if to say, hop on! I practically jumped on his dick, greedily gripping it and sliding down hard on it so it filled me completely. He quickly gripped my hips to give himself some real leverage to get right inside me but was then happy for me to hump him while he sat back and enjoyed the sensation.

Both guys found it hilarious every time I was instructed to hop off one, and take the few steps across the room to take the other. Each time they asked me what I wanted, each time I confirmed I would very much like their hard lund deep inside me please, thank you very much. This lasted about half an hour as they toyed with me, taunted me, whistled me over and had mock rows over whose turn it was in their Kuttiya's cunt.

For an encore, I was made to kneel in the centre of the room as both guys stood either side of me. Initially they has me grab a lund in each hand and start to toss them off. I added my own touch every so often, my tongue lapping teasingly over the lunds and their balls. A few minutes in and they pushed my hands off them. They decided they wanted to wank themselves off over me. I just knelt there, my anticipation rising as I watched two raging erections close up. They couldn't have timed it any better as they managed to unload in my face within a few seconds of each other. Shrieks of congratulations and a congratulatory high five came from them both along with my face full of hot come once more.

My last act of Sluttiness of that day came as Pappu realised that some of Munna's cum had missed me and landed on his stomach. He didn't even bother to ask anything just made eye contact with me and pointed at the splash of come. I dutifully licked it off, swallowed and we were done.

My mind was a mass of shame and confusion as I was finally allowed to leave without having a lund waved in my face. Munna had taken my phone out my bag and added his and Pappu's number. He kicked my gaand as I wiggled out exhausted, sore and spent and he told me he would be in touch very soon. I was so confused I didn't know if I thought that was good, or very, very bad but I had no intention of being in this situation with these two again.

Problem was, I knew I wanted it. Badly. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life; I needed to do it again.

Over the next two weeks, I tried to get on with my usual, bland, respectable and safe life. I got on with my executive job, drove my expensive car, lunched with my ladies and resumed my steady normality. The big difference? I would get a text message every day at 9am on my mobile phone. A dirty, suggestive, disgusting and horny text message. I've still got the first one I received saved on my phone:

"Morning randi, when we are good and ready we are gonna fuck you all over again, every hole this time, I know you want it. We saw last week how much you love lund xx"

I got texts like these every day for the first week, similar in tone, filthy and direct. You can guess the themes, what they were going to do to me, what a lund sucking Kuttiya I was. While getting these texts, and over the next few days, I thought back constantly to that weekend, I could hardly think of anything else. Not with shame and regret, I was glad to have experienced it. There was some fear, the experience had been totally new for me -- I was out of control and felt manipulated by the guys but also by my own needs.

I felt as though I'd opened something in my psyche that I wouldn't be able to control and might take me to some very dark places. I was at the same time, proud of what I'd done. Most of us have desires we never allow to come to the surface, or never get the opportunity, I had acted it out and, if I wanted to, judging by my daily dirty text, I would get plenty of opportunities to do so again. I either had to forget all about this or come to terms with it - why was I so horny and fulfilled by being treated like a randi, used like a cheap Kuttiya, laughed at by scruffy builders while they literally had their fill of me?

The truth? It turned me on like never before. I've said previously, my sex life hadn't been a complete write off up to that point but it wasn't amazing either. I had never been anywhere near the sexual bliss I had experienced that night and that morning. I'd have been much more comfortable being turned on by a nice, respectable guy from my own social circle who could supply me with good sex, as well as being an all-round decent, respectable man. Truth was though, it wasn't what did it for me. Rough sex with labourers did it seemed. Whatever I thought about it, it is what it is.

I found myself on porn sites of an evening watching gangbangs, threesomes, randi and Kuttiya clips. I also began reading bitch/humiliation stories daily, wishing I was the Kuttiya, being disgusted some times by the extreme stories but also very turned on and dizzy with lust.

I played with myself every night dreaming erotically of taking everything Munna and Pappu could give me, sucking their big lunds, riding them hard while they slapped my gaand, taking it in turns fucking my gaand hard, tying me up and using me every way they wanted. I seemed to spend the whole week wet, horny and light headed from the dirty thoughts.

Each night I went to bed I would recall the delicious image of Pappu, or Munna, or both, completely naked, their thick pulsing lunds sticking out at an erotically obscene angle, waiting for me to service them, taking whatever they wanted from me. At least twice that week, I had to bring myself to orgasm in the middle of the night. I was a mess of juiced up eroticism.

Then, on the next Monday, something unexpected happened, or rather didn't happen. No text! It was only then I realised the morning text had quickly become the highlight of my day despite my mock disgust at their contents. I checked my phone 50 times or more that day, I checked the SIM card, no message! My heart sank, they'd got bored, it was all just a playful game to them. This notion seemed confirmed to me by no text on Tuesday or Wednesday either. Maybe they'd given up. I hadn't sent any texts back....maybe I should have replied, maybe I should send them one? Just to make sure they were OK of course. I did. I just said, "No text anymore? Did you get bored?" and immediately regretted it. Why did I encourage them?

I didn't have to wait long for a reply, a text flashed back within a few minutes, "Just testing Kuttiya, you've proved you want more, we knew you would but needed you to prove it. Now tell us what you want and you can have it." I took a sharp breath, they were making me ask them for it, maybe beg them to be fucked, just like they did for the humiliating 'dick dash' thing they had me do. Did they know what I'd been thinking about constantly the last few days, or were they just chancing their arm hoping I would give it up to them?

I didn't know what to reply. I decided on not doing so at all, then felt I had to, wanted to. I settled on, "Same again, maybe?" and waited. A quick reply indicated that that didn't seem enough, "Not good enough Kuttiya. You have one more text left to convince us to bother with you again. Make it good, or we are done. Tell us exactly what you want from us". I was in a panic, they were making me beg. I didn't want to but that erotic thrill of humiliation and the need that I didn't even understand yet took over. I started the text that they still have today and that they show me regularly and have even made me repeat back to them:

"I want you both to fuck me, over and over, I want to suck your lunds as often as you want, I want you to use me, call me a Kuttiya, take me over and over, fill me full of lund, make me your randi. Please."

I clicked 'send' rapidly so I didn't have time to change my mind and then winced in shame and self-loathing at what I'd just sent. What the hell was I doing? Yet, how turned on do I feel right now! What is happening to me!? My face beetroot red with boiling hot shame as I imagined them reading that text. I pictured them laughing when they'd read it, probably even sharing the text with the other guys on their construction site, a badge of honour that they had a willing Kuttiya ready to be used by them. As much as I hated all these thoughts, I regretted being in the office as I felt an overwhelming urge to reach up my skirt for my choot again. It was throbbing between my legs.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 5

The phone binged noisily on my office desk. I scooped it up quickly. The response took my breath away, "Much better you dirty Kuttiya. Stay like that and we can have some fun. Be at the flat, 7pm Friday. Wear something sexy - black, seamed stockings, heels. You'll be staying over and were gonna fuck you as often as we want and how we want. You're the randi to be told what to do. Oh and as we won't be going out, bring some beers and pizza!"

Reading the text almost made me come instantly in my office chair, a delicious blend of abuse and humiliation and the offer of a lot of sex, even the cockiness to get me to bring them food and beer for the pleasure of letting them fuck me. Was I being charged for their services now? I should have been outraged and offended. On one level of course I was but I was overcome with humiliation and horny lust and those baser emotions were increasingly taking over.

My moral panic kicked in at first. Of course I'm not going, how could I? Time to forget this stuff, it's not for you, it's just a reaction to your staid and settled life, a silly whim, a fantasy that you were lucky enough to live for one night and one day, an early mid-life crisis perhaps. But all the while I was thinking all of that I also knew exactly where I'd be at 7pm on Friday - exactly where I was told to be, wearing exactly what they told me, ready to do exactly what they demanded of me, their own personal lund sucking Kuttiya.

The morning of the Friday arrived. I went to work but could not concentrate. I was horny and my Chaddis felt damp in my lust. People were phoning me, meeting me and asking me usual work stuff and all I could think about was the big bulging lunds of my two new favourite guys and me being putty in their hands, ready to give myself to them fully. “Meri Gaand phatne wali hai” was the only thought in my mind and I was going crazy thinking about it.

I left work early, went home and ran a bath. The warm water and my soapy hands rubbing my body sent me into sensual overload. I lifted my right leg so it was hanging outside the bath so my soapy hands could get at my clit while the other was teasing my breasts, my nipples hardening against my fingers. My eyes closed, I started imagining what was likely to happen, the builders stripped, sweaty and muscular, making me service them, taking me roughly in turns, together, in my mouth, in my choot, yikes, even in my gaand. I was going to give it all up for them, I wanted them to use and abuse me and give me everything they had. Within minutes, I was writhing in pleasure, my own fingers bringing me to a splashing orgasm, some of the water being thrown out the bath with my ecstasy. I knew it wouldn't be my last of the day.

I still couldn't say however that I knew for definite I was going to go. It's one thing to have a spontaneous fuck with two guys in the accidental, random manner as happened two weeks ago, quite another to go there, dressed like a randi, openly offering my holes to these guys.

Once I knocked on that door there could be no pretense whatsoever that I was going there to be fucked, I could pretend to myself or to them that, that experience a few days ago was just an interesting random occurrence as a result of too many drinks and some random events. This was planned, conscious and very deliberate.

The doubt continued all afternoon and evening. As I dried myself from my bath, as I shaved my well pleasured choot, as I put on my makeup and slipped on the required black seamed stockings. I looked in the mirror as I slid them on. "Looking every inch the randi there girl," I said to myself.

I grimaced as I chose the sexiest black lace underwear I had to match my stockings and tried to think whether the guys would want me in just hold ups or should I wear the full basque and suspenders job? I settled on hold ups but just the thought process again made me realise here I was dressing deliberately to try and please two rough construction workers. I had chosen the hold ups as the other gear would be too fiddly for them to get off me!

Nervously phoning a Ola taxi, nearly cancelling it twice, having to forcibly stand up, get to my feet and leave my house and get in the cab when it arrived. I was a total mess of nerves and doubts, only my lust and desire for what I would get in the flat keeping me moving towards them.

I'd also thought of my job and my social standing. My thoughts swirling around - Can I be sure none of my friends and colleagues would find out? Imagine what my closest friends Shweta or Revathi would think if they could see me now, in black stocking and lace Chaddis, about to visit two rough vile masons to offer them up my choot. It was so incongruous with my usual life that I felt certain they'd disown me. Better that actually than having to look at them ever again if they knew.

My job too. I was a business executive, a senior business executive. For reasons I won't go into, I didn't need to work financially but my job and my career were crucial to who I was. If anyone in work found out, I could be ruined career wise. I used these to provide myself with a final chance to back out and just tell the Ola driver to take me back. I didn't.

So, here I was, knocking lightly on the door of the flat I'd been in only two weeks ago getting my brains fucked out. I was light headed with nerves, shame, desire, lust and god only knows what else. I felt turned on already, my nipples rubbing against the thin lace bra, my choot already damp and moist. I'd deliberately wore few clothes, my lace underwear being hidden only by an above the knee skirt and flimsy vest top, a long coat protecting my modesty for the journey.

No answer for a few seconds from the door. Still time to leave, they didn't hear me, let's just leave girl....

The door opened wide, quickly almost like being 'busted open' from the inside. It was dimly lit inside and I had to squint my eyes to see what was in front of me. It was Munna at the door. He grabbed my arm, pulled me inside forcibly and took the pizza and beers off me. He hadn't let me even recover my balance before pulling off my coat.

I vaguely saw him pass the beer to Pappu who was close behind him. He wasted no time, my vest top and my skirt were stripped from me urgently as he pushed me onto the floor.. They'd clearly planned an ambush on me!

Munna unzipped his pants, and practically threw his lund into my mouth. I was moaning in fear, muffled by the stiffening lund now being pushed roughly into me. I got into rhythm with his thrust. It's a test I thought, he's seeing how much I can take. Aroused by two weeks of Kuttiya fantasies and self-induced orgasms, I was determined to see where this was going to go -- "well come on, shove it down my fucking throat you bastard," I thought.

He realised I'd recovered my composure, I wrapped both my hands around his gaand, feeling his firm buttocks with some pleasure and managed to slow him slightly so his dick went in and out my mouth more rhythmically. I could feel him relax in my mouth and his body release tension as my lips and tongue went to work on his shaft. He let me do this as the more rhythmical sucking of my mouth no doubt felt better for him than the struggle we started with as I'd got in.

I continued my work wondering if I'd actually be allowed into the flat. I was still in the small hallway by the front door! In all my speculation in my mind as to what would happen, sucking dick before I'd got into the flat proper didn't figure in my thoughts. My jaw was already aching, my stockinged knees sore -- I guess both of those are occupational hazards for a randi, I just expected at least to have been shepherded into the flat before it had started. I do remember laughing inwardly -- what was I expecting exactly, a bouquet of flowers before they romanced and seduced me into bed?

Pappu made his first appearance. As seemed usual for these two, his erect lund was hanging lewdly out his boxers. He looked at me in wide eyed wonder sucking his friend's dick so enthusiastically, his own dick swinging hypnotically towards me. I could see him taking in a full view of me. Dressed now in only my stockings, heels, lace bra and panties, Pappu moved in close and I reached immediately for his stiff erection. He pulled it away.

He joined me on the floor for a minute and, my main concentration still on the lund in my mouth, he quickly, roughly, removed my bra and pants. I felt the room spinning as I felt that touch they both had. It was rough, insistent, their fingers pulling my nipples, mashing my tits and then fingers pulling my choot lips apart and ramming them into my willing bhosada. It was the rough kind of touch that says I'm doing this for my benefit, not to please you, I want to pull your nipples, I want to finger your cunt, your pleasure is irrelevant, this is for me.

My desire to please and be used washed over me, I wanted to show them that over the last two weeks I had learnt how to be a submissive randi. Pappu had stood up again. I leaned across Munna and grabbed Pappu's lund. I began tugging on it with my left hand as I continued to suck on the other.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 6

What a sight I must have looked. I'd been in their flat for maybe only ten minutes and I was already overcome with lust, lund in my mouth, another in my hand! I felt determined that after having the courage to come here I was going to get what I wanted. I think I knew by now what it was I wanted. Randibaazi, I wanted to be used by these fucking assholes, treated like a lund sucking randi, made to jump whenever they told me, pleasure them in any way they wanted. These thoughts flapping around my head while I serviced two big dicks were however, brought to a shuddering halt.

"Iski maa ki choot, what a dirty tramp, you really weren't kidding were you!?"

The whole world seemed to stop for me. There was someone else in the flat, another woman!

I practically spat the lund out my mouth and sprang onto my feet. This was too much, wasn't it bad enough that I'd made a complete Kuttiya of myself for these two bastards, now I had an audience too!?

Standing tall, fresh faced, piercing dark eyes and straight bobbed hair, dressed in a smart skirt and blouse combo and expensive heels, she Leered at me, her eyes wide and full of wonder, her arms vertically out teapot style, seemingly delighted at having witnessed my performance thus far. She moved her head slightly to meet my gaze and looked quizzically at me. I thought she was stunningly beautiful. The radiance in her face and her eyes disarmed me completely, my shock and anger gone instantly, taken over by intrigue.

Turning to Pappu, still highly amused she said, "It's cold out here and it doesn't seem as though your friend is wearing too many clothes, bring her in!" She grinned almost mockingly at me, gesturing to us all to move into the flat.

My head in a whirl, my initial lust dissipated for now, I looked questioningly from Munna to Pappu who seemed to go along with this as they pushed me into the flat, the scene of most of my previous lund sucking antics. Obviously, this had also been part of the plan in some way.

"So, I'm Kavita...and you it seems, are a dirty, lund choosne wali randi!" she grinned, her wide, beautiful eyes burning into mine. "To explain a little, I'm Munna's ex, we only split up two weeks ago. I haven't even had time to move out properly yet. I've decided he's not good enough for me, seems plenty good enough for you though. I broke up with him because I overheard him talking to someone about a posh tart he'd banged while I was away. As we both now know, you're the posh tart. Munna and I did a deal, bring her here and I will watch you being a dirty tramp for them and maybe have some fun myself. The deal is that if he does that, I won't cut his balls off!"

The three of them chuckled. I guessed the bit about her splitting up with him was probably true, but she was obviously joking about the threat. They were just teasing and neither Kavita nor Munna seemed too pained by their recent split. I didn't know at the time whether the story was true or whether this was some pretext for some sort of orgy but she did feel comfortable in her surroundings, this definitely was also her flat.

Kavita continued, "I didn't quite believe him when he told me all about you and what you did. I have no idea what you want from these Whore mongers but here you are, in our flat, tits out, no panties, sucking lund before you are even in the flat...and you've even brought them pizza and beer!" She snorted, stooping low and clapping her hands in delight as my face burned with embarrassment. She was evidently excited and delighted that she'd acquired a toy to play with and games to play.

"Anyway, I'm interested in this, I'm going to watch," she said, settling herself down on one of the sofas, folding her legs underneath herself. She patted her skirt down neatly over her legs and helped herself to a slice of pizza as if she was settling down to watch a film, a porn flick obviously!

"On your knees again Kuttiya and open your legs wide. Munna, I want you to lie on the floor and suck her cunt, it's the only thing you were ever good for! Pappu, lund in her mouth again if you don't mind. Come on people, let's get this show on the road!" she shouted, clapping her hands in mock excitement. All three of them in hysterics at her mock film director tones.

The guys were going along with this I presumed just because it was a funny game to them and they still got to fuck me any way they wanted (or perhaps it seemed, anyway she wanted!) Perhaps they also harbored hopes that she would enjoy the show and join in, perhaps everything was all planned, at that point, I had no idea what was going on.

I stared at her initially. To be honest, I was spellbound and captivated. I'd never even considered being a Kuttiya to another woman but it seemed so right to me somehow. As I mentioned earlier, I am bisexual although I hadn't had much experience with other women at that time. I have now!

Her voice and demeanour screamed at me for obedience. She glared at me as if to say, "What you waiting for Kuttiya?" She gestured towards the floor, Munna was already lying in position, waiting for his close personal appointment with my cunt. I was obviously expected to present my cunt for Munna to suck. There was a little tension from the three. I guess none of them knew for certain how I would react to this weird development.

I was ahead of them. I didn't even think twice. I stepped over to him and straddled him, planting my knees either side of his face and lowering myself onto him. Looking across at Kavita, her eyes wide, she stared at what I was doing, her mouth open wide as if she couldn't quite believe I was going along with it all, but thrilled that I was.

Almost as soon as I'd planted my knees either side of Munna's face, I felt the electric jolt of his tongue on my clit, his rough hands pulling my choot lips apart without ceremony, his tongue swirling on my clit, his fingers ploughing into me quickly. As I started to descend into ecstasy, Pappu moved in front of me. That image, now burned onto my mind, of him zoning in on me, his face concentrated, me the prey, the willing randi to suck his dick.

He gripped his lund firmly, I watched intently as he moved toward me, moving his foreskin back and forward across that thick meaty pole, his balls sloshing underneath as he walked, me struggling in excitement being tongued and licked below. He was about to demand my mouth when Kavita barked at him, "Let me see!" her hands gesturing for him to stand to one side to my left to give her a clear view of him using my mouth. He did so, offering up his lund to me by waving it in my face and slapping my lips with it, running the shaft horizontally across my lips, whilst providing her with an unobstructed view.

"You're up again cock sucker, time to get to work, choke on it!" she roared in amusement. I obeyed almost mesmerically. Taking his shaft in my hand straight away, I opened my mouth wide in lust. I wanted him in my mouth. I took him in and sucked lustily, my lips stretched wide across his thick pole, my hand rhythmically pulling his foreskin back and forward as I stretched my tongue and mouth all across the head of his dick.

I pushed my mouth down hard but steady as I felt his huge lund head press against my throat. I heard him groan appreciatively as he felt his dick push into my throat as I gagged on it, his fingers tensing in my hair as he gripped me. I was in heaven. Even on my knees, I was unsteady, Munna was finger fucking me with three, or was it four fingers, his thumb roughly squeezing my engorged clit.

As we continued in this bizarre position, I began moaning frantically but not being able to scream as Pappu was intent on keeping my mouth full. My mouth was so full at times that my nose was pressed against his six pack of a stomach. I barely had time to imagine that lund, like a lead pipe slammed down my throat. My knees gave way in pleasure so that Munna had to prop me up from below with his hands beneath me.

I was gone, I was coming, God, I was coming - my choot exploded into a liquid mess as an orgasm shattered across my body, my whole being shaking in bliss, I imagined that I'd just discharged a few pints of come over Munna. The lund in my mouth never left me as my body convulsed, in fact, Pappu steadied my head with both hands to ensure I didn't stop. This was a recurring theme with these three -- they just ignored my orgasms and pleasure, like it was just an irrelevant by-product. They never tried to stop me coming, they just never showed any interest in it!

I couldn't see, but I really did expect Munna to be completely covered in my juice. Soon, I was covered in Pappu’s. "Ah suck it you fuckin' bitch, suck it, drain my balls dry!" he cried. I didn't need telling, besides, I wasn't so much sucking anymore as taking. Pappu was fucking my mouth, I was just trying to breathe. His pace got frantic, he almost pushed me over with the force, his lund making disgusting squelchy noises in my mouth and throat. He then pulled right out, his lund glistening with my spit.

I barely had time to look at it before a thick jet of spunk smacked against my forehead and in my hair. He seemed to cum buckets. I had it over my hair, my cheek and my nose in seconds. Just to amuse him I think, he rubbed his spewing lund head all over my lips, my chin and my cheeks and then against my nose and hair until I was nicely glazed in his sperm before I dutifully offered my mouth again, he thrust back in and I set about willingly licking all the spunk from his lund, the salty taste unpleasant to me but one I was becoming very accustomed to it.

I wanted to fall to the ground in satisfaction and rest. I was physically quite fit but mentally I already felt spent but I had no chance of rest. Kavita had obviously enjoyed the show immensely. She caught my eye and hooked her finger at me to indicate I was required to go towards her.

[shruti23]

very hot story

[slutkaran]

Chapter 7

What was she? 25? Yet here she was ordering me around. Me, a 35 year old supposedly sensible, mature, professional woman being ordered around by a young strip of a girl. I obeyed instantly. I'll be honest, not once since I'd first set eyes on her, had I even considered not doing exactly what she told me. I'd gone there fully intending to do whatever the two rough rowdy builders told me, now my devotion had seemingly switched to this gorgeously intriguing, feminine girl I knew little about.

Kavita patted her knee and lifted her skirt just a little, so, I realised, I could prop my head on her knee without getting sperm on her clothes; a gesture more fitting to permitting a dog to leap on your lap. The skirt was expensive. I thought at the time that she had been for a job interview or perhaps was just home from her office job.

As I did as she demanded, she scooped a glob of come off my forehead with the long nail of her index finger and offered it to my lips. Like some sort of pet dog, I sucked her fingernail dry. She smiled in approval, inspecting it presumably to check for no sperm. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, she was thinking about what she wanted to see, safe in the knowledge that the guys were playing along for the fun of it and I was....well, I was a randi ready to do her bidding.

"Right...Munna. You've had no fun of your own yet apart from eating the randi's choot and an unfinished blow job. Fuck her. Now, from behind." She and I stared at each other as she gave the order. I could see she was fascinated by me, trying to read my mind for the effect her words had on me, fascinated by seeing if I was going to go along with all of this and already starting to realise that I was.

Only maybe 5 seconds later I felt his lund press hard at my wet bhosada, a rough hand making some attempt at pulling my choot lips aside. I screamed, part pleasure, part pain, as he gave no thought of easing his way up inside me, he just threw it up me, my head being jolted forward across Kavita's lap. She didn't seem happy at that and made sure I was pushed back where she wanted me. Facing me directly, allowing her to see my expression as I took my shafting.

Munna wasted no time, he fucked me like a dog, my whole body being jolted forward with each stroke, the fuck noisy from the sloppy sounds of my cunt stretching across his lund and my bum flesh slapping against him as he took me, his hands running up and down my legs, stroking my stockings. Sometimes his hands gripped my shoulders to give him extra leverage, sometimes pulling on my hair like he was riding a horse.

I took it all, my main pleasure coming from watching Kavita's fascination as she watched me getting such a rutting, hard fuck. Her face was one of amused sympathy and excitement for me as if to say, "Rather you than me girl, taking that sort of pounding." She stroked and toyed with my hair as Munna took me hard but throughout his fucking of me, Kavita and I had locked sight on to each other, staring, almost searching each other out. It was as if she was trying to work out why I was doing this and what I was and me, trying to work out why I had immediately allowed myself to do her bidding and what she wanted from this.

I continued to take the hard lund deep in my cunt, it was driving me wild as I concentrated on the feeling inside me, my choot being split open, yielding to that rock hard tool being forced inside it.

"Turn her over hon," Kavita said to Munna, as I saw her lift herself off the couch and hitch her skirt up. I just had time to notice she had a pair of regulation white panties and flesh coloured tights on. I did think she was going to make me lick her choot, that's what I hoped in that instant.

Instead she sat up on the couch and as Munna pulled his lund out with a disgusting 'plop', I was also sat on the sofa in front of her, between her outstretched legs, my back to her. I felt her hands lifting my legs up and apart. Both guys took a good look, one lund hard and angry, eager to resume its place inside me, the other flaccid from using my mouth earlier but I guess ready to spring into action again soon. My choot was wide open and on display, my stockinged legs stretched obscenely apart like a men's mag posing girl. Munna moved back in to claim his prize again, gripping his lund tightly.

"Come on stud," Kavita said encouragingly to him, "Fill her up, slam that hole! She wants a good, hard fucking, tell him you want a hard fucking Kuttiya" I couldn't speak at all so for once, I didn't obey but he didn't need to be asked twice. He kneeled between my legs and I looked down in lust and excitement as he fed his rod back up inside me.

As he penetrated me deeply in one urgent thrust, he pushed my legs back towards me and against his chest and shoulders, my feet now high in the air. Kavita removed her hands from my legs and began mashing my breasts, and teasing my nipples. I remember thinking how rough she was for a woman, I guess she was just giving me the treatment I wanted, in keeping with the rough way I was being taken.

Munna's thrusts continued. Kavita was teasing the hell out of my nipples and boobs, I was helpless between them, taking it, my body being shunted into Kavita in time with Munna's thrusts - probably one of the effects she was aiming for. Munna's pace got quicker. We all knew he was close. I knew I was close again, I felt my back lock in place, squeezing against Kavita. I shuddered to an orgasm again as Munna's lund pistoned inside me in time with Kavita pulling firmly on my hardened nipples, my breath completely taken away from me as I screamed loudly in pleasure. I wasn't given any time to allow my orgasm to subside. I assume Munna must have noticed my choot contract and throb around his shaft, no-one acknowledged it and he didn't stop his rutting of me at all.

"Turn her back over, fill her up from behind. I want to watch her as you fill her cunt" Kavita shouted at him urgently. At first I didn't think he would, he continued the hard hump for two more strokes but then on the 'out-swing' be pulled out completely.

I groaned at the withdrawal of his lund but didn't have time to think. Kavita had slid down the couch again, Munna had roughly flipped me right over back onto my knees and in less than a few seconds, had buried his lund back in me to the hilt. I was back to my original position, on my knees, between Kavita's legs with a stiff pole slamming in and out of me.

At that pace he was fucking me, no guy could last too long. I just held on until my slippery choot did its required job and milked his dick. Soon enough, I felt his hands grip my shoulders tightly as he thrust deep into me once more, groaning loudly. Kavita lent forward and stroked my face like a pet dog, "Come on Kuttiya, I think he's ready, take his spunk, take it all like the randi you are". She said it not in a nasty aggressive way, but in a curiously encouraging, kind way. I felt his lund, balls-deep inside me, his torso pressed hard against my bum as he locked me in position and I groaned myself as I felt his lund convulse and spurt as his goo flooded me. He stayed inside me a while, seemingly trying to squeeze every last drop of come into me, groaning loudly in pleasure as he unloaded his balls in me. What seemed like an age later, he forcibly withdrew his lund, my choot suddenly feeling very empty.

Kavita beamed me a bright smile. "End of round one!" she announced. I noticed her breathing was a little ragged and her face flushed, clearly turned on herself. Looking at me intently, she touched my arm," go and get yourself cleaned up hunni, we've a lot to get through. Be a love and sort us all some drinks out on your way back. Then we'll have the guys fuck you some more,"

Almost on auto pilot I got to my feet, "Yes Miss." I said as I sloped off to the bathroom, Munna giving my bare gaand a swat on the way past. Kavita a wide eyed broad smile. The significance of me calling her Miss not lost on her. I think she knew then she'd found more than she'd bargained for. I actually don't know why I called her 'Miss' -- perhaps too much time spent reading Kuttiya stories on Literotica. I certainly had no desire to call Munna or Pappu 'Sir' and they never demonstrated any interest in me doing so. It was just something that came out, I was fascinated by her and from nowhere, my fantasies all of a sudden seemed to revolve about doing her bidding. A desire made all the more appealing by the fact she was so much younger than me -- a little humiliating? Yes, Oh yes, yes, yes it was!

The emotions in me at this point were too complex for my basic writing skills to explain adequately. I was utterly turned on. I'd never done anything so erotic. I wanted all three of the others to see me being submissive to them, I wanted humiliation, I wanted them to laugh at me while I was being used. I wanted the power games in the room to be the three of them in control, with me being just the hired randi to be used.

They were in control, superior, I was the Kuttiya. I wanted to be the randi that serviced lunds and serviced Kavita's choot. I wanted them all to see me as a fuck toy, to be used whenever they felt the urge. Not politely requested but taken and used.

Kavita's presence there had ramped that up another level and put a complete twist on what I had expected to happen. Several times whilst being fucked leaning on her knee, I wanted her to lift her skirt right up and make me eat her choot. I wanted the guys to see my submission to her and revel in it, to powerfully demonstrate that she was the alpha female in charge- the boss of me. I really hoped she would once I'd dutifully sorted their drinks.

Dressed in what was to become my usual 'builder's flat attire' of just a pair of seamed black stockings, my face now washed clean of sperm, I returned to the front room. I had dutifully fetched the drinks that they had asked for and I was now nervously waiting to see what would happen next.

As I returned I remember thinking observationally that I was no longer even embarrassed by my lack of clothes and I no longer made any conscious attempt to cover my boobs or my pussy. It could even be said that I was quite happy to observe the guys in particular looking me all over hungrily. I felt like I was on a training course to be a submissive Kuttiya and these three were going to do the training. It felt only right that I was on display and available whenever they required me and I guess I didn't deserve or require modesty as I had willingly put myself in this situation.

Not that the guys were wearing anything either for that matter I should add. Both were surreally sitting on the sofa naked just watching TV. Munna's legs were wide open, scratching his balls the way guys do. Both the guy's lunds were limp and flaccid, having already emptied their balls over and in me. We all collectively knew that it was not going to be for the last time that night.

Kavita was sitting on the opposite couch, also watching TV but unlike the guys, still mostly clothed. As I came into the room, she motioned for me to join her on the couch.

As I did, obviously not thinking she needed to ask, she reached over possessively and gently fondled my right boob, her fingers rubbing against my still hard nipples as she gazed into my eyes deeply. Even back then, after only just meeting her, she had an astonishing effect on my mind. As I gazed into her eyes I felt pure longing. Not a romantic longing, but the longing, gut-wrenching need to serve her. I wanted her to use and humiliate me in front of these guys and delight in and enjoy the power I had seemingly given her over me. I really have no idea why I wanted it, I just did, and I was to get my wish that night, and a hundred times over after that.

"Well my filthy little Kuttiya," she began warmly, her fingers tracing all over my body including my inner thighs and top of my choot, "You've shown me everything I wanted to see. I can see you like taking orders, and taking anything I tell you to for that matter. I know it's what you want. I've had a chat to the guys a while ago and we have some brief rules for you to follow. I'll tell you what they are and if you agree you are to tell me so. Then I'm going to make you eat my cunt and the guys want your gaand." She said this with her own inimitable style of warm 'matter-of-factness'. Written here, her language may come across as harsh and dominatrix like but it never is, she delivers her commands to me warmly and often with an encouraging smile, it's just that she leaves no room for debate and there is none. It helps me obey; she speaks to me not as a piece of useless rubbish but as someone who almost sympathizes with my needs, understands I need to be used and does so, almost for my benefit as if it's something she wished she didn't have to do. It helps me feel that although dominant, she will look after me.

As she started this little filthy dialogue, I felt my breath taken from me by the excitement caused by her words. It was so much what I wanted. I waited for these rules feeling certain I would accept them. I wanted to taste her, I wanted the guys to bugger my gaand because she said they were going to.

[slutkaran]

Chapter 8

Nervous? Yes, like hell; my stomach was a knot of nervous energy but I was also so completely turned on it almost hurt. Hardly having time to think, Kavita stood straight up and quickly removed her skirt and rolled her tights down her legs, throwing them at me on the sofa. She removed her blouse and was standing there in just her bra and Panties. I looked admiringly at her lovely lithe, feminine body. Her skin is a beautiful glossy pale colour, her body tight and taut and athletic, her stomach flat and almost muscular but feminine in every way. She has a beautiful feminine elegance that reminded me there and then why I was bisexual and admired the female form so much.

She saw my eyes scanning all over her body and probably observed the lust and longing in my eyes, she smiled subtly, almost shyly, in acknowledgement:

"When you agree to the rules you'll be on your knees in front of me doing it, just where you belong as my personal Kuttiya. We're going to give these two a demonstration of your submission to me so that we all know your place and you know mine as the dominant female," she said, flicking a thumb in the direction of the guys who were now watching in rapt attention.

Although I couldn't see them clearly I just knew their lunds would be stirring again ready for me, enjoying this business woman's further debasement at the hands of this gorgeous young woman. I had no intention of stopping this, quite the contrary; I couldn't wait to demonstrate my submission. All this was happening so fast I just went with what I felt I wanted and I knew I wanted this.

She removed her bra, her gorgeous 34c breasts popping out erotically. A whistle and a chuckle from the guys confirmed they liked what they saw too. She ignored them. She wasn't getting naked for their benefit. She pointed to me to kneel, her languid eyes staring widely at me to ensure my compliance. I dropped to my knees, inches away from her crotch. She pulled my head into her while still wearing Panties as I breathed in her scent and already wished she had removed her panties. The subtext was that she would take off her Panties only when I had submitted to her. It wouldn't take long.

"The rules are simple my little Kuttiya," she said as she lent down to lift my face towards her eyes so we had direct eye contact, "You will be my personal Kuttiya whenever you're in my presence. I'm going to stay here for a few weeks after all so whilst I do whenever you're in this flat you will do whatever I tell you without question. The guys too; you're my Kuttiya but they found you so their reward is to have you whenever they want also although when were altogether like we are now, I'm in control. The guys are fine with this, why wouldn't they be!? Don't expect an easy time though, I'm demanding and I will expect total submission from you. If any of us call you and ask you to come here you will do so whenever we require. I know you work full time so I will take this into account most of the time as long as you remain obedient, which I'm sure you will.

If you agree to this we can discuss the finer points later but now, you are to tell me and the guys that you willingly accept this and you'll be my dutiful bitch ready to serve any of us as we wish. If you do not want this then stand up, get dressed and leave and we will forget all about this. If you agree as I feel sure you will, then your submission starts here. Oh, and you will refer to me as Miss at all times."

She stopped talking suddenly and I felt all eyes on me. I really didn't know what exactly I was expected to say; was there a script for submitting to a dominant younger mistress? I knew however that I wanted this badly, fantasized about it and I knew I was about to publically submit to her. I was determined to demonstrate to them all how much I wanted this so I used my usual plan of late and just said whatever came into my mind:

"Thank you Miss for giving me the opportunity to be your Kuttiya and your bitch. I graciously accept the offer, I will do anything you tell me without question, make me your bitch. Please allow me to pleasure your choot and make me do anything you want for you, I want to serve you." I finished, looking up into her eyes hopefully, a blush of crimson heat warming my face in embarrassment at the almost pleading tone I'd just presented to a young girl as I graciously begged her to be her personal Kuttiya. As I said the last phrase about being her bitch and pleading for her choot, she threw her head back and growled as if my words had deeply aroused her.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy you, you cheap, dirty little Kuttiya," she grinned widely, a cheeky glint in her eye seemingly demonstrating delight at her total and pathetically easy conquest of me. As she said this she slid her Panties down her legs and sat on the couch, opening her legs wide. This was done all in one graceful, languid movement. She wasn't wasting time confirming her victory.

"Get in between my legs now you little bitch, you're going to eat my cunt. You better be good at this, you're going to be doing it a lot from now on!" as she said it, I was treated to the erotic sight of her long fingernails sliding vertically up and down her inviting bhosada. I remember thinking how gorgeous her choot looked. She was well groomed, a shaved choot with just a small thatch of hair above it, a puffy clit that was just screaming at me to taste it, her fingers pushing the inviting, moist lips of her pink choot open erotically.

I wasted no time now I knew my accepted place. I prised open her choot with my hands and felt her whole body jolt sharply as I planted my tongue on her clit firmly. We were both turned on totally and this was no time for sensuality, I was going to eat her cunt until she came over my face. I felt her hands grabbing my hair pulling me into her so hard I could hardly breathe and tried my very best to lick her clit and slide my tongue between her choot lips. I could taste her arousal, she was so wet already from the night's eroticism that a minute in I had that tinny, magnetic, salty taste of her juices pooling in my mouth and coating my lips.

As I set to work, I dipped two fingers into her hole, she was so wet already. She had been turned on since I had got here and was ready for her come. Just as had happened with the guys and the lund sucking, I soon found myself doing little other than poking my tongue out stiffly while Kavita grabbed my head and rubbed her choot and clit all over my face with her pelvic thrusts, lifting her cunt up and down across my nose and lips. Her pace was frantic and my face was soaked quickly as she essentially used my tongue to bring herself off. She pulled my hair painfully and clamped her legs around my head holding me still as she screamed out in joy, a powerful orgasm wracking her body, her juices coating my face whilst I struggled to maintain my breathing. Almost clamped to her face, I felt her choot throb on my tongue and a liquid burst of her excitement leak into my mouth.

I looked at her after it had subsided, her eyes were closed in bliss, her head and torso flat on the couch, her legs clamped over my head. Possibly to further demonstrate my submission to her, I used her passivity to run my tongue over her juiced up bhosada to clean her a little for a minute or two as her breathing returned slowly to normal, lapping at her choot, clit and her thighs which had also got wet.

"Oh laudo’n!" she said to Munna and Pappu who I now realised were close behind me, "she eats choot just as good as she sucks lund, we're going to have lots of fun I reckon!" She looked down at me, still between her legs and ran her hands through my hair, her juices already starting to cool on my skin. "I could have you do that all day; I probably will one day, but now it's time to grease you up Slutty girl. The guys look as though they're raring to go again and they're both having your gaand now. You're gonna take them both in turn like the cheap randi you are, and I'm going to watch them."

Her eyes were gleaming full of life and sparky excitement and she was reveling in her self-designated role of director of ceremonies.

"OK guys, you know the rules, you've copped a good look at me but no touching, that is what the Kuttiya is here for." she said, looking at them sternly. "Now let's have one of you sitting on the sofa and one up her gaand. Munna, do you fancy her gaand first seen as you've never done anal before?" she winked at him teasingly as she said it. I just remained there, on all fours waiting to be fucked and for them to sort out the practicalities of my next debasement. As I waited, Kavita got up and left the living room. Pappu sat on the couch in front, his huge stiff erection bobbing in front of my face lewdly as he held it vertically up, playing with himself slowly and casually.

I felt Munna's stiffy against my bum and he took my breath away instantly by thrusting it straight up my slippery cunt, filling my hole completely with one single thrust. He lazily and slowly drew it in and out as if he was just bored and thought that would be an interesting way to pass a few seconds before Kavita returned. She did return and I heard a gentle slap behind me. I presume she playfully smacked Munna's bum or leg. The reason being she didn't want him inside me yet.

"Pull your lund out of her Madarchod!" she teased, "I thought you wanted her gaand, we need to grease her up first." I gasped as his pole quickly left my cunt to be replaced immediately by Kavita's hands on my bum hole as first, she pressed a finger up my gaand, then squirted some cold baby oil over her hand and over my bum hole. This happened for a few minutes, while Munna also had a good look at what she was doing, almost as if he was learning how to grease my gaand up properly for future reference.

"OK Kuttiya, whilst I finish this, take Munna's lund back in your mouth. You have about two minutes while I finish lubing you up so I suggest you get him as sloppy as you can so he slides up you nice and easy, it will be your problem if you don't do a good job!"

No sooner had she said this than Munna was at my side, his swollen prick waving in my face. I grabbed his meat in my hand. I love feeling it throb in my hand and I took him deeply in my mouth, swirling my tongue and my lips over and over his shaft, trying to generate as much saliva in my mouth as possible to coat every inch of his shaft. I knew Kavita was right, his lund was big and without lots of lube, it would hurt like hell. I'd only had anal once before in my life. It was not something I enjoyed massively but I wasn't scared of it either but still the thought of a lund this big inside my gaand was a little disconcerting!

I sucked like a good randi should while enjoying the sensations of Kavita loosening up my bum hole, it felt as though she had two fingers up me and my gaand hole felt quite stretched and pliant. With a slap of my gaand cheek she announced to Munna I was ready, "Kuttiya apni gaand marvane ke liye taiyaar hai. She announced. Start off gently please, Gaand phaad mat dena!" I smiled nervously to myself. She is making sure I am used thoroughly by the guys and that I get the treatment I was promised but she's still looking after me I thought appreciatively. What a nice Miss she will be, not that I've any experience of any others!

Munna and Kavita swapped positions. I felt Munna's hand quickly press my bum cheeks apart. Showing his usual lack of nicety, I had to take a sharp intake of breath and felt sweat on my brow with the nervous energy as I felt the head of his lund pressing for entry against my poor asshole. At least he was a little gentler than normal but not much, his technique involved pulling my gaand cheeks open as wide as possible and pushing gently but persistently until I started to feel the head of his lund burrowing up my gaand. My bum stung like hell at first and I could hardly breathe but I heard Kavita cheer and clap enthusiastically as she was now witnessing most of Munna's lund disappear up my shit chute.

A minute later and he was all the way up. He held the pose for a few seconds as I felt his dangly balls hang over my choot, his hands reaching around to maul my dangling tits as he enjoyed the sensation of his lund stretching my tight gaand. I knew this was something I was going to have to get very used to and let's just say that as I write this here and now my gaand is nowhere near as tight now as it was that time Munna first fucked it.

Pappu's lund was still waving in my face. Now he ordered me not to suck it as I motioned to do, but to lick along the shaft and as I did he lifted his hips slightly and pulled his lund into his chest so I could see his big dangling ball sack. I knew my place well enough by now and got to work sucking a ball at a time into my mouth and licking the sack, feeling his balls swirl around my tongue inside their prison as I did so. Pappu released his lund so his shaft slapped my face lightly and it fell heavily against my face. Munna was admittedly giving my gaand a delicious seeing too, fucking me slowly and deliberately while Pappu obviously wanted the pleasure of my mouth without putting himself in any danger of coming. He was next in my Slutty gaand once his friend was done with it.

Kavita was standing next to me her hands on my back and occasionally mashing my tits that were dangling obscenely down from my position on all fours. I realised then how much of a voyeur Kavita was, standing there for a good view of where the guy's lunds were going. Most of her enjoyment of these events seemed to be from watching the guys take me roughly and watching my expressions of pleasure, pain, bliss, whatever it was, she was fascinated by it. Quite often during the hard core sex I got from the guys, she was very quiet, watching in fascination, I only knew she was there sometimes because of her ragged breathing from her voyeur excitement but she never showed much inclination to take the guys herself. As I would learn later she loved sex with men herself so it did surprise me that the sight of two handsome well-built builders with their lunds swinging in front of us never provoked her into fucking them herself. I guess she had past history with one of them which I didn't know the details of, just an idle thought as I was getting fucked....

The main source of eroticism for me in that moment was the conversation between Munna and Pappu, conducted as if I wasn't there and as if I was just providing the holes that were giving them pleasure:

"Behenchod, Iski gaand kitni tight hai," Munna groaned as he built up momentum, his long shaft now sliding easily up my tight bum hole, "You can tell I'm one of the first up here."

"Well don't wear it out and don't come inside her, I don't want sloppy seconds," Pappu quipped.

"Look at the Slutty randi, lund up her gaand and slurping on an another one, all after being plastered with another girl's come." Munna mocked, in between him taking my gaand and any dignity I may have had left.

This continued for a little while until almost without noticing, Munna quickened his pace inside my gaand. His taunting of me stopped as he obviously felt the tension in his balls preparing for release. He gripped my hips tightly, as he ripped my gaand open, now thrusting forcefully. I had to stop pleasuring Pappu to keep taking it, my tits felt like they were going to fly off somewhere as the rocked obscenely below me with his thrusts. My moans and groans corresponded with his grunts as he rutted me mercilessly, the other two enjoying the show of me being taken hard up my gaand so willingly. I heard Kavita egging him on, something like," Give her all you've got, let her have it," whilst her own breathing got more erratic as she was obviously turned on by the free porn show in front of her.

Let me have it he certainly did. Despite Pappu's earlier request, Munna had no intention of pulling out. I felt his lund jerk and expand as he suddenly stopped his thrusting to deposit his cream deep in my bowels, a long cry of "Ohhhh fuck," escaping his lips as he pumped me full of his sperm once more. I gasped with a little twinge of pain as he pulled out soon after, feeling a glob of come seep out my gaand and down my leg.

I had no time to recover at all. Pappu jumped up, moved behind me and in just a few seconds of fumbling was also balls deep up my gaand. Spurred on by watching his pal do me, he was not so considerate. He fucked my gaand like a dog. Hard, relentless and mercilessly, he buggered me. I held on for dear life as he hammered into me, his balls thumping noisily against me, a loud squelch as his lund pistoned inside me, him groaning and muttering to himself under his breath. When not muttering he was shouting at me, calling me a dirty Kuttiya for letting this happen and telling me he was going to be inside my gaand whenever he wanted from now on. Kavita had moved around in front of me watching my face as I took everything Munna could hammer into me. She kissed me full on the lips. I'm not sure if it was to make me feel better or just because she just wanted to but it felt lovely and tender, a contrast to what was happening with my gaand.

At that furious pace, Pappu didn't last too long. Just as Munna did only five minutes earlier, his thrust stopped as he was balls deep in my gaand. He had his strong arms pulling me into him by pressing my shoulders back as if he was trying to get every millimeter of his lund inside me. It felt as though he had succeeded. He shouted to me to take his come like the Kuttiya I am, as if I had any choice right then and I soon felt the second lund in five minutes unload in my gaand. I actually felt his lund expand inside my gaand as he shot his load, letting out a low groan as he did so. He seemed to come for about a minute and gave me a couple of gentler strokes on the way out before pulling his dick out of me. As he did, I felt totally exhausted and just fell to the ground on my back.

"Wow, you've been such a good Kuttiya. I think we should get you cleaned up. The night's not over yet but we can give you a quick break I think. Perhaps a nice warm shower is in order," Kavita said as she lent over to kiss me, wiping the sweat from my brow and allowing me some recovery time.

I glanced up at her and nodded, scrambling to my feet as she took my hand and led me off to the shower. I felt so tired and sore that I struggled to walk in a straight line. I waddled over to the shower with her, my gaand hole burning from the recent assault.

"Gaand marwane maza aaya Kuttiya?" Kavita asked.

"Yes...Miss, I did," I replied, still trying to get used to having to call her Miss.

"We're going to have a nice soapy shower together and then I'll let you know what else you have to do," she said warmly as we both stepped into the shower.

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