Misc. Erotica HOT WIFE RICHA

[dragonslair]

welcome back and keep posting. great update

[nand]

Please Bharath waiting for your updates. Please try to update once in 2 weeks. Thank you

[Vinukollam]

Any sign of update in this week??

[nand]

Please Bharath , waiting for you

[nand]

Any updates this weekend? Waiting for Richa's adventures with three monsters.Please BHARATH

[Vinukollam]

I am also waiting.....

[nand]

Please Bharath. A long Q is waiting for your update.

[bharats1981]

Fellas, back with some updates! Hope you enjoy them!!

[bharats1981]

“Ithe! Pudhe bass! (Here! In the front seat!)”



It was Sandesh this time who grabbed Richa's arm and pushed her into front seat beside him. He quickly got behind the wheels and drove the car outside of the airport area. His hand swiftly moved from the gear knob onto Richa's thighs and started caressing her there. “Atta sathi belt nech dabun ghe tya bubblyana! (Get your tits pressed by the seat belt for now (apply seat belt))”, Sandesh commanded my wife coarsely. Richa didn’t oppose anything and got herself wrapped in the belt while Sandesh pushed her kurta aside and touched her between the legs. The early morning roads didn’t need him switch gears multiple times and he made a good use by tickling and keeping my wife engaged. She was going through her phone but jerked few times as his fingers reached right spots. Sandesh called up Patil Sir as they were reaching the junction. Richa was surprised knowing that she was being taken to Patil Sir’s office. It was not even 8 in the morning and the offices don’t typically start before 10:30 so it was a strange call for her. But then, she wasn’t asked her opinion and she didn’t express any. The early morning meant they reached the office address pretty quickly and Sandesh could only press her tits couple of times before they stepped out of the car. Richa had been at this office earlier as well and remembered Sandesh deflowering her first time there by disguising as Imran’s friend. She was later enjoyed by Patil Sir as well. And she expected a similar encounter and wasn’t too worried as they walked from parking into the entrance lobby. It was a relatively old lobby and wooden structure inside that didn’t have posh infrastructure and wasn’t particularly covered by CC tv cameras or scanners and all. A young fellow dressed in security uniform sitting at the entrance kept ogling her as she walked in.



“Entry karoge Sir? (Would you make a register entry for her, Sir?)”, the security guy asked Sandesh politely while his eyes were still fixed on Richa’s bare arms and heavy chest.



“Are bhai le dabaa le, entry-wentry ki zaroorat nahi! (Come on buddy! Have fun yourself; no need to make official entry!)”, Sandesh stunned Richa as he pressed her breasts openly in front of the security guy and offered him to press as well instead of making an official entry for her. Richa felt embarrassed and almost rushed behind Sandesh towards the small lift little ahead. But to her horror, the security rushed behind too and pulled her back before she could step in. And she was further terrified as Sandesh watched blankly while the security guy grabbed and hugged her. His hands squeezed her bums and then moved up as he pulled her as closer as he could. Richa couldn’t protest on time and the guy grabbed a handful of both her breasts and touched her lips also before releasing her. He and Sandesh winked at each other as the security freed up my wife and pushed her inside the lift into Sandesh’s arms. “Full day ahes aaj ithe ch! (you’re going to spend a day here! Cheer up!)”, Sandesh patted my wife as he disclosed the upcoming ordeal for her. Most offices were not open as they walked past and entered Mr. Patil’s office. Richa sat down nervously on a small chair while Sandesh walked around confidently adjusting stuff around and switching AC on.



“Kalcha dress bhari hota madam! Thokla ka Naidu ne tya pub madhe? (That yesterday’s dress was killing one, Mam! Did Mr. Naidu screw you in the pub?)”, he asked her shamelessly. Richa nodded negatively as he asked her to stand up and strip. She knew the door wasn’t locked but didn’t negotiate much as she pulled her kurta up over her head and rolled the leggings down. “Itne rahne dijiye na please! Darwaja bhi lock nahi hai! (Please allow at least this much clothes (bra and panty) as the door is also not locked!)”, she pleaded Sandesh for not stripping her completely. He didn’t mind it much as he bent her at the waist on the table and started caressing her buttocks. He rolled her panty and pushed it into her butt crack from behind and exposed her fair, round bums. Richa doesn’t have any marks or spots on her rear and that attract immense spanking as men just love blasting those beautifully round cheeks. Sandesh wasn’t any exception as he initially grabbed a handful and molded them in different shapes before giving her some good slaps. Richa seemed mentally prepared as she juggled her bums seductively and invited some more before she was turned around for some kissing. “Tumchya itaki zavadi kharach baghitali nahi madam! (I have rarely seen a woman sluttier than you Mam!)” Sandesh commented on my wife’s overall dalliances as he kissed her lips for the first time since morning. Richa felt strangely excited and opened herself to give him ultimate smooching experience. She had figured that Sandesh was otherwise a simple man with basic needs when it came to woman! He was strong and muscular and could please her physically, but he wasn’t a sadist or commanding type like Imran or Patil Sir. Yes, he wouldn’t have imagined bedding a woman like Richa considering his background and it was only because of Richa's submissiveness that he was enjoying her! But then that was the case with many other men! My wife had been quite generous when it came to choosing men! In fact, she liked not given a choice and wasn’t necessarily into hunks or good looking or influential ones! She would find it extremely satisfying to fulfil fantasies of all men!



Sandesh turned my wife to face him as he placed her on the large table. She had received ample slapping and the cold touch of the glass table seemed pleasant to her. Her panty was lowered, and bra cups were pushed up as Sandesh positioned himself in front of her. For some reason, he didn’t drop his pants but just unzipped them to pull his member out. Richa looked down and grabbed his hardness as he leaned to kiss her while his hands grabbed her soft melons. It was shear lovemaking session as my wife was penetrated another time on the fresh day. Richa's pelvis was positioned slightly above Sandesh’s member and that was giving him a sharp angle to bang her hard. Richa felt as though Sandesh was getting used to her body as he started stroking her. She tried pushing her chest further out and moved her torso to add some spice. Sandesh wasn’t naïve and he sensed the signals as he increased his pace. The angle (from lower) was perfect and Sandesh was fully erect giving my wife enough pleasure as she started bouncing on his strokes and moaning rhythmically. Sandesh grabbed her melons in between, kissed her lips and shoulders to keep her warmed up as they progressed through lovemaking. Richa eased her body a bit and placed her both hands on the table behind her and spread herself a bit more as she relaxed in the action. Sandesh closed in instantly and went deeper as he kept grinding her. “Me thoktoy already! (I am already banging her!)” Sandesh’s statement brought Richa to senses as she noticed him talking on his cell phone. She wondered for a moment if she was so engrossed that she didn’t realize his cell phone ringing but then started listening to the conversation. “Imran bhai chi item re! (Imran’s bitch)”, he was reintroducing Richa to Rakesh, his friend, who had already banged her. “Haan! Patil Sir 10:30 la yenar; ek taas aplyaa ch tabyat ahe. (Yes, she will be our whore until Patil sir comes over at 10:30!)”, he informed.



“Aaj pan bharpur thoka thoki ahe madam! (today also would be a good banging day Maam)!”, Sandesh commented with a wink as Richa straightened up and looked up to him in apprehension during his phone conversation. She felt demeaned and lowered her gaze.



Thankfully for her, Sandesh didn’t verbally humiliate her except for pushing his fingers into her mouth and twisting her lips and tongue. As he made her look at him, he increased his pace and indicated he was reaching the peak. Richa didn’t have to do it and she wasn’t going to oppose him discharging so she stayed quiet and waited. He spurted vigorously in another minute as he growled loudly and pinched her waist hard throwing her back on the table. My wife received another few hard slaps on her thighs before Sandesh dismantled himself away. He collapsed on the chair beside leaving her legs spread on the table right in front of the door that wasn’t locked. Richa quickly gathered herself and placed her palm to collect dripping juices from her tunnel. “Chata te! (Lick them please!)” Sandesh suggested as Richa looked around for tissue paper or towel to wipe her palm. “Ani maza pan! (and clean me too!)” Sandesh continued before she could react or respond. There was a split second of hesitation but Richa didn’t disappoint. There was no force, but she gracefully went down on her knees exactly in front of Sandesh; pushed her palm deep between her legs to stop the dripping and then wrapped his already sticky member with her juicy palm mixing everything. She bent and kissed the tip and then looked at him to assure that she will clean him completely. She wondered if Sandesh would spit on her, but he didn’t and instead gave her a go signal. Richa rested her arms on his thighs to take support and bent completely over his shaft. She started from the tip and moved slowly towards base kissing and licking every centimeter of it. She didn’t limit herself on the shaft but covered the base, balls and upper hairy groin too. She used her tongue and hands equally well and gently squeezed last few drops of his juices directly onto her tongue. A final lick of her own lips demonstrating the completion of the job pleased Sandesh to the core!




“Tumcha navra tumhala thokat nahi ka! Itki khujli aste ti! (Doesn’t your husband do with you? How come you’re always so horny?)” Richa was put up with that usual annoying question as Sandesh adjusted his pants and cleaned himself. Even Richa wiped herself, covered her bare and was about to seek permission to put back leggings and kurta. She held back hearing that question and just stayed that way but sat on the chair adjacent to door so she couldn’t be seen immediately when someone barges in. She looked at Sandesh who still seemed keen in hearing the answer to his question. But he wasn’t Imran or Patil type who would embarrass her by making her speak things, she otherwise wouldn’t. Richa grabbed a bottle of water and drank the water slowly to avoid answering the question. She was saved (?) again as there was a knock on the door. She quickly pulled her clothes back as she noticed Rakesh accompanied by another skinny guy. Naresh (the third guy) was left dumbstruck as he looked at Richa sitting uncomfortably on the chair. “Tath zala bagh saala lagech! (See, he is already erect!)”, Sandesh and Rakesh poked fun on Naresh as they saw him ogling Richa. He joined their laughter too and they had quick high-fives before Sandesh announced, “Up to 10:15 only! Patil sir sathi clean pahije ti! (Guys, you can enjoy (with her) up to 10:15 only! She will need to clean up before Patil sir shows up at 10:30)”. Richa quietly checked the watch to realize they would get about 30 - 45 minutes with her. She sensed some rush considering two of them and one being a new man! She wasn’t too comfortable with Rakesh as he smelled sweaty most of the time. He wasn’t an exception this time too and Naresh didn’t look particularly attractive either. But she prepared herself mentally and waited for them to command!

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She didn’t have to wait long as Rakesh and Naresh jumped onto her. Naresh was quite nervous as he touched her thighs first while Rakesh was slightly bolder as he planted a kiss on her shoulder blade. Richa added to their nervousness as she looked at both of them directly instead of shying away or closing the eyes. “Ithe basu ka me? (Can I sit here?)”, Naresh asked meekly indicating he wanted to sit beside my wife on the sofa. “What?” Richa responded with little high pitch making him further weaker as he was still rooted on her thighs, touching them with his fingers. Neither Sandesh or Rakesh comforted him though Rakesh himself sat down beside her and was caressing her legs and moving up gradually. Naresh tried copying his friend but was scared by my wife as she instantly turned to his side and looked at him pretending to be angry as he tried sitting down. Sandesh, by then, was dressed completely and planning to step out for a smoke. As he was stepping out of the office, he placed his palm on my wife’s breast and squeezed it and then slapped her gently. “Bindhass thok re! kahi tension nahi! (Don’t worry mate! Enjoy yourself, she is a sport!)” Sandesh spilled the beans for his friend and Richa's subjugation started. There were 4 palms that suddenly started exploring every inch of her body. “Chyla kasli luslushit ahe saali! (Wow! She is so soft and tender!)” Naresh exclaimed this time as he engaged himself in exploring from her lower legs to upper legs, thighs and then her tummy, arms, moving up to chest and shoulders. He was getting bolder but didn’t touch her between the legs, or on the melons or kissed her face. Rakesh was meanwhile busy having his share of fun as he started kissing her arms, cheeks, an occasional on lips and holding her breasts in between. Naresh was getting wared up as he noticed his friend enjoying confidently. At one point, he saw Richa close her eyes when Rakesh touched her lips and then her nipples. After about 5 minutes of warm up, both men were ready for my wife!



Richa's body shuddered in excitement as the men started exploring her symmetrically. At one point, Rakesh and Naresh had their tongues only a few centimeters apart while licking my wife’s face. Richa wasn’t new to two men but this was slightly high for her standards too. Suddenly the men were operating in great confidence and synchronization and Richa sat as a prey. Both of them started kissing her face while their hands grabbed her melons. Richa has kissed and smooched ugly men as well but smooching two men alternately was trickling her hard. They would get so close and intimate as if Naresh was licking her lower lip while Rakesh biting the upper one. None of the men tasted great but Richa's excitement pushed her and she offered them some of the best smooches they’d ever experienced. Yes, it was turning a bit demanding for her as she had to taste and drink saliva of Naresh and then as soon as he pulls out, repeat it for Rakesh. The men, though, had a great time as they left Richa's face completely smothered with their saliva and her lips chewed like gums. But the excitement grew in bounds when both the men focused on her heavy bosom. Her soft and large breasts were amply pressed by then and the men started tickling each of nipples with their tongues simultaneously. This was something totally new for Richa as a single man could never do tongue job simultaneously on both nips. And if that wasn’t enough, they both placed their fingers in her mouth and made her suck on them. Richa's body was erupting in excitement and she unknowingly pulled their head closer with her spread out arms. The men kept tickling her for a good before focusing on her tummy and her arms. Rakesh kissed her tummy and belly button multiple times while Naresh focused on her shoulder and arm. He licked her spotless and hairless arm, her neck and throat. Richa's eyes were closed and she raised her arm to grab the sofa headrest to control her gyrations. Naresh noticed her beautiful and hairless armpits and was excited instantly. “Bhai, kakha bagh kaslya bhari ahet! (Bro, look at her armpits! They’re enticing too!)”, he drew attention of his friend and Richa as well. Rakesh responded instantly and came up smiling and winking.



“Nahi, please, nahi… nahi..wahan nahi….please! (No, please, not there (armpits)… please don’t go there!)”, my wife pleaded as soon as she noticed the two men approaching her pits as she finds it extremely sensitive.



Both Naresh and Rakesh didn’t give her any chance though as they raised her arms above her head and kissed her pits simultaneously. They didn’t fail to notice her excitement but also her vigor to stop them by jerking her limbs. However, she was easily overpowered as both men adjusted themselves on her each leg and grabbed her arm on their side to raise it up high. Richa was no match to two healthy men determined to exploit her as she found herself totally helpless. She moaned shamelessly as the men explored one of the most sensitive parts of her body slowly. The tongues moving on her creamy pits sent shivers all through her body and she jerked violently. But as if that wasn’t enough, Naresh started kissing her in between and then tickling her pits with his tongue instead of plain licking. Rakesh soon copied too to make Richa so loud in her moans that anyone outside could have heard her. Naresh seemed to pull multiple tricks out of his pocket as he gradually started twisting her nipples as well as pinching her clit while he continued tickling the pits and kissing her. They even exchanged sides and Naresh continued to excel on the other side too leaving Richa totally subjugated. She was so tuned on or under influence that she could have run naked all over the city if she was asked to. The men got rid of their own clothes as well while taming their prey down. Richa didn’t protest even lightest as they both remove their shirts and lowered their trousers while sitting adjacent to her. All of their bodies seemed glued to each other and both the men continued enjoying her armpits as well as kissing her beautiful face or anywhere her body. Richa's hands were slowly pushed around their groin and she didn’t disappoint as she grabbed and massaged them. The men continued their dirty lovemaking ways as they started licking her face and lips while their hands explored her opening or pinched her nips and she started jerking their members.



“Saalo, abhi tak thokna chalu nahi kiya kya? (Rascals, haven’t you penetrated her yet?)”, Sandesh entered the scene with his cheap comment when he noticed his friends still in the foreplay.



“Bhai, tumko dekhna aur sunana chahiye tha, kya ucchal rahi thi raand, jab hum maze le rahe the! (Dude, you should have seen or heard the way she was moaning and gyrating when we were enjoying her! Such a whore she is!)”, Naresh provided some context to his friend while Rakesh preferred quenching his thirst.



“paata hai re bhai… pan ata Patil sir yaychya adhi ready pahije na saali, zavadi la mhatarya cha lund pan bhari chalto! (I know buddy… but need to have the bitch ready before Patil sir shows up…. the slut enjoys his lousy shaft too!)”, Sandesh clarified my wife’s upcoming duties.



“Rakesh, tyala gheu de pahle… tu kaal thoklech ahes! (Rakesh, let him(Naresh) go first, you’ve already screwed her yesterday!)”, Sandesh negotiated with Rakesh on Naresh’s behalf for my wife’s next encounter.



Richa remained quiet mostly and continued smooching Rakesh as the men discussed her character and upcoming duties. But then, she was quickly pulled over by Naresh who covered her entirely with his body leaning over her lying on the sofa. He kissed her another time before adjusting his shaft against her opening. He was glad when Richa stretched her arm out and assisted him to glide inside. There wasn’t much friction as Richa's juices were trickling with all the treatment she was receiving. Naresh wasn’t that well endowed but seemed experienced as he started checking out the angles and found a best one soon. He started giving her deep strokes and also tormenting her melons at the same time but was soon limited to the lower area as Rakesh acquired her top. He pulled Richa's torso towards him bending her body awkwardly at her waist. But before she could react or adjust, she found his hard shaft buried inside her mouth. Both the men were totally turned on bending my wife’s body dangerously but Richa somehow managed to cope up. Her body was placed horizontally on sofa from her head to waist and then her legs were turned perpendicular to sofa and hanging freely supported by Naresh’s arms. Rakesh gradually placed his knees on either side of her face on the sofa and started smothering her face with his shaft, groin and bums. Richa's face was completely covered by his big structure, probably choking her completely and Naresh kept pumping her mercilessly as well. Sandesh was concerned for a minute as he noticed Rakesh choking her but was relieved as she pulled her hands around Rakesh’s dark bums and started scratching him. Sandesh couldn’t believe her sluttiness and couldn’t control blasting her melons instantly, but he backtracked and preferred to remain the spectator. My wife was now scratching the dirty, messy bum creek of Rakesh and sucking his lower groin and inner thighs while Naresh was slapping her melons, twisting her nips or clit and banging her as hard as he could, at the same time. But it soon become too much for him and he blasted off without any indicators flooding Richa's tunnel completely. He pulled out and relaxed on the adjacent chair as he felt totally spared.



Rakesh didn’t waste a minute as he noted Naresh pulling out. He went straight down and pushed inside her in a single shot. Inside a minute, Richa's tunnel welcomed a new member with equal vigor. Rakesh picked up some of Naresh’s juices flowing out of her tunnel and spread them on her face. My wife dutifully licked the juices and raised her torso to give Rakesh a good angle. Naresh was almost in awe as he was seeing her dalliances for first time; Sandesh was surprised too but he had one eye on the watch. He indicated Rakesh that he had only 5 more minutes which further fueled everyone. Naresh jumped on and pushed his member into my wife’s mouth while Sandesh also couldn’t resist but pressing her beautiful melons and twisting her nipples. Rakesh had reached the peak speed and was literally blasting his thighs against her bums. Richa was full mess covered completely by three horny men trying to savor a moment for themselves. There was animalistic passion as the men continued with their assault on my wife’s beautiful body for the last 5 minutes. The scenes were enough for Rakesh to reach his peak as he growled loudly and emptied his seed inside Richa while Naresh forced her lick the last few drops of semen from his limping shaft. Sandesh literally pulled his friends away and asked them to get dressed. Richa was also rushed to get up and dry herself with her own clothes. She had to literally use her leggings to wipe her leaking tunnel and spit and jizz on her face. She was instructed to go to the common wash basin at one corner of the floor and gargle while the men put on clothes and readied to leave.

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Richa was surprised to see the men still in the room when she returned from the basin. She was fully clothed by then, so were the men but there was immense tension in the room. She looked at them once and then lowered her gaze, standing meekly at the door. Mr. Patil wasn’t at the scene and Sandesh still seemed to be in charge. He walked to her and guided her inside the office towards Mr. Patil’s table and chair. Richa stood leaning against the table without looking at any of them. Her concerns grew as Naresh and Rakesh both soon approached her and grabbed her melons over her dress. She stood nervously not wanting to oppose but encourage either while Sandesh was making a phone call. “Sir dikhte hi ring karna! (Buzz me as soon as you see (Patil) sir!)”, he instructed the security (probably). Richa realized that they didn’t want to waste any time with her. As soon as Sandesh disconnected the call, the force of squeezing her boobs increased and fingers went inside her mouth as well. My poor wife accepted her fate until Mr. Patil would show up, only to further degrade and use her.



“Patil sir table pe leta ke lenge ya chair pe? (Will Patil sir bang you on the table or chair?)”, first question was put to her. Sandesh had seen her with Imran and he had probably learnt from it. He started with a gentle slap, just enough to open her mouth.



“Shayad, table pe! Unki marzi! (mostly on the table, but its really his choice!)”, my wife answered in a while.



“Kal Naidu sir ke alaawa kisi ne thoka kya? Kya dress pahni thi saali! (Did someone else than Naidu sir screw you yesterday? Considering your super (exposing) dress!)”, the next question came up almost instantly.



“No! Naidu Sir, Patil Sir and the two of you!”, my wife answered honestly.



“Ti chai kashi hoti? (How was the tea from yesterday?)”, this time Rakesh popped the question reminding her of the black tea she mixed with his juices and drank. Before she could answer he went on to explain the scenario to their friend Naresh. They all laughed and hooted on her while the 6 pairs continued exploring her body over the clothes. Naresh couldn’t hold off and proceeded again to kiss my wife and Rakesh soon joined too. Sandesh didn’t participate but was excited to see his friends kissing Richa passionately. “Bhai! Patil la ekda phone kar na! nasel yenar tar ekda thokun gheu parat! (Bro! why don’t you call and check on Patil sir? I won’t mind having another go at her!)”, Naresh made his intentions clear to Sandesh. Rakesh also seem to be agreeing to his friend as they kept exploring my wife and kissing her. Richa isn’t someone who can hold back for long and had her lips already being sucked by the duo while her breasts were beginning to get mauled too. But they stopped abruptly and were actually worried as there was a slap on the door. Sandesh had instructed the security to inform them about anyone approaching and he was scared to expose his two friends in Patil Sir’s office without his knowledge. Both the men were terrified too while my wife stood there calmly having nothing much to lose!



“Arey Mishra jee! Aap kaise aa gaye upar? (Mr. Mishra, how come you’re here?)” Sandesh asked Mishra, the head security guard at the premises!



“Bhaiyya, hum to bass dekhne aye ki aisa kaunsaa maal laya gaya hai Patil saab ke office mein jiski entry nahi ki gayi! (Bro, I just came over to verify what goods (who) has entered Patil Sir’s office without a register entry?)”, Mishra exclaimed while ogling my wife lustfully. He was carrying that regular stick of watchmen or security personnel in his hand. “Yaahi hai kya maal? (Is she the slut (brought up)?)”, he asked shamelessly pointing the stick towards my wife. He actually took a couple of steps forward and the other end of his stick was too close to my wife’s heaving chest. Sandesh and other men smiled at his typical hindi accent and his descriptive ways while Richa stood meekly. A lack of protest encouraged Mishra and he pushed the stick further ahead and rubbed it against my wife’s melons. Richa took an immediate step back but the stick still reached her chest and kept rubbing against her huge melons. “Are Mishra ji, haath nahi lagaoge kya? (Oh Mishra ji, won’t you actually touch using hands?)”, Sandesh encouraged Mr. Mishra much to my wife’s surprise. “Tum saab ke saamne? (in front of all of you?)”, Mishra questioned. There was a loud laughter in the room as Mishra’s stick continued pressing Richa's breasts. “Kuch time pahle nangi thi hamare saath! (She was all naked few minutes back!)”, the men exploded. Richa felt embarrassed but didn’t react to the ordeal. She opened her mouth when Mishra tried pushing the stick inside and pumped it. “Dekho choos legi! (See, she will suck the stick also!)”, the men encouraged this kinky security guy who was exploring my wife using her stick.



“Niche baith besharam aurat! (Get down on your knees you whore!)”, Mishra ji commanded my wife.



Richa didn’t see much option as Sandesh and the other men were hooting and encouraging this Mishra. She went down on her knees politely and opened her mouth wide for Mishra’s stick to make it in. The cane stick wasn’t too thick for Richa to take inside and she adjusted her height so that Mishra could derive the pleasure of screwing her mouth. Thankfully he didn’t go overboard and kept pumping her mouth rhythmically for a minute or so. He then started rubbing his stick down on her face, her neck and eventually again on her chest. He was trying to point the stick on her nipples and rub but it wasn’t as effective as the stick would roll over. He tried multiple times and kept pushing her melons in different direction. Naresh couldn’t hold longer and lifted her kurta all the way up to her shoulders. “Aab khelo iske balls ke sath! (Now, play with her boobs!)”, Naresh offered with enthusiasm. Mishra liked it and started pushing the stick against her nipples and twisting it. He was helped many a times by Naresh to point the stick onto most sensitive and delicate parts of her breasts. Richa was somewhat puzzled as to why Mishra himself wasn’t touching her but she continued with it. Mishra was pleased as he seductively rubbed the stick against both her melons, her waist and her naval. He was definitely turned on and now the other hand went inside his pants while he was maneuvering the stick with one hand.



“Niche nahi jaoge? (Won’t you go down (to her love triangle)?)”, Naresh pumped the question as Mishra started randomly moving the stick upwards.



“Jao, andaar le lo! (Come over, take her inside!)”, this time Sandesh offered help to this security guy who they found was blushing to deflower my wife in front of the audience.



Richa wasn’t asked anything and pushed to move inside Patil’s small cabin meant for meetings. It was a pretty small room mainly covered by the table and chairs. Mishra moved in and closed the door behind him. Richa was standing a few feet away and expected him to jump on her any moment. He looked at her and signaled her to go down as he unzipped himself. There was no reason for Richa to hold anything as she went down on her knees and tried to move towards Mishra who had his shaft out of his pants. But to her surprise, she was pushed back with the stick as Mishra kept massaging his own shaft. She could see his erect and sharp member standing upright but was denied touching it. As she waited on the floor a foot away from her, she noticed in amazement to witness Mishra pleasing himself. “Aisi badchalan auraton ko hum haath nahi lagane dete, samazi kutiya? (I won’t let such a low character woman touch me, do you understand bitch?)”, Mishra whispered in that phase of excitement. Richa was amused as well as embarrassed at being labeled a bitch but she didn’t react. “Kaapde utaar kutiya! (Strip you bitch!)”, Mishra commanded my wife as he kept shagging himself. Richa obliged and stripped naked in hurry not knowing how the weird man may react. Mishra kept pumping himself furiously while calling names to Richa and this time hitting her with the stick. He wasn’t too hard and Richa didn’t mind it much as he was limited to her fleshy thighs. After a minute or so, he moved closer to her as he continued massaging himself and calling Richa names. When he was close enough, he spitted multiple times on Richa's face while passing derogatory remarks. Richa didn’t object and played along thus fueling him further. A few more minutes of action and Mishra erupted with his juices on the floor right in front of Richa. She was amazed at the quantity and thickness when Mishra bent forward and spitted into it. “Kha le kutiya! (Lick it bitch!)”, Mishra groaned in ecstasy as he pushed Richa's head into his mess using the stick. My poor wife remembered the hospital episode with Verma and acknowledged obediently. But Mishra wasn’t as sadistic as Verma and he was pleased when my wife touched his mess using her lips. He arranged himself and started walking out of the office.



Richa hadn’t recovered when Naresh stormed inside. She was all naked with Mishra’s cum dripping of her lips and that was enough turn on for the young man. He pulled her up and threw on the crippled chair and lowered his pants to relieve himself. Before Richa could grab any support, Naresh banged inside her with his already erect member. It followed with a flurry of slaps on her beautiful bums and hell of pinches to the melons above. A shear animalistic passion, as Naresh pumped her like no tomorrow! He was soon joined by both the remaining men in that small room as they pulled her in all direction stuffing her holes and tormenting her breasts and bums. She was slapped, pinched and battered all over while the fingers and men’s shaft kept making it into her love tunnel and mouth. There was no shortage of spitting as well as verbal abuse. It was as if a moment of truth as my wife was completely ravaged for the next 8-10 minutes until Sandesh’s phone rang. He stepped out instantly to answer as Mr. Patil was on the other side. Richa bear the brunt of the other two men though as they kept banging her alternately and pinching and fingering to keep her on the verge. There was so much tension that Naresh couldn’t hold longer and discharged 2nd time in quick succession inside my wife and before he could pull himself out to dump his messy member into Richa's mouth, Rakesh was grinding her and ready to discharge too. Richa had a torrid 10-15 minutes before she accommodated their juices inside her tunnel and cleaned their shafts.

[dragonslair]

welcome back and thanks for the great update

[Calypso25]

Welcome back buddy and thanks for the great update. Please give regular updates

[Vinukollam]

Thank you for the update Bharath.............. you are always great... keep updating

[jeyalove1986]

great update Bharat. as usual u r awesome

[nand]

REPPS added.A very different situation with different strangers , a hot erotic sexy update. Expecting a lot . Kind request : Please update soon

[nand]

15days after last update. any possibility? Waiting for Bharath....................

[bharats1981]

Fellas, posting the last part of this episode. Cheers!

[bharats1981]

Richa hadn’t recovered when Naresh stormed inside. She was all naked with Mishra’s cum dripping of her lips and that was enough turn on for the young man. He pulled her up and threw on the crippled chair and lowered his pants to relieve himself. Before Richa could grab any support, Naresh banged inside her with his already erect member. It followed with a flurry of slaps on her beautiful bums and hell of pinches to the melons above. A shear animalistic passion, as Naresh pumped her like no tomorrow! He was soon joined by both the remaining men in that small room as they pulled her in all direction stuffing her holes and tormenting her breasts and bums. She was slapped, pinched and battered all over while the fingers and men’s shaft kept making it into her love tunnel and mouth. There was no shortage of spitting as well as verbal abuse. It was as if a moment of truth as my wife was completely ravaged for the next 8-10 minutes until Sandesh’s phone rang. He stepped out instantly to answer as Mr. Patil was on the other side. Richa bear the brunt of the other two men though as they kept banging her alternately and pinching and fingering to keep her on the verge. There was so much tension that Naresh couldn’t hold longer and discharged 2nd time in quick succession inside my wife and before he could pull himself out to dump his messy member into Richa's mouth, Rakesh was grinding her and ready to discharge too. Richa had a torrid 10-15 minutes before she accommodated their juices inside her tunnel and cleaned their shafts.



“Chala salyano! Hila Patil chya ghari sodaychi ahe zavayla! (Lets make a move guys! Need to drop her at Patil Sir’s house for some banging!)”, Sandesh announced to his friends.



Sandesh gave a very small towel to Richa to clean up herself as well as the mess created on the floor. The men used it first to dry themselves before giving to my wife. She just used it to soak the juices flowing down and dry her dripping tunnel before putting the clothes back on. She was allowed to wash her hands and gargle at the same wash basin after the men were done. Within 10 minutes, they were ready to leave from the office. Sandesh pushed himself into driver seat and Richa took the front seat alongside. Both Naresh and Rakesh hopped into back seat as they started driving back to Patil Sir’s house. Sandesh instructed Naresh and Rakesh to get down in between and decided to take Richa alone to Patil’s house. There wasn’t any conversation in the journey; neither did the guys try anything further on Richa. She wasn’t yet aware of where they were headed so she asked Sandesh when the other two got off the car a kilometer away from Patil’s house. He calmly informed her about going to Patil’s house. Richa wondered what was in store for her there as they reached Patil’s house and Sandesh parked the car. She has had 6 men until the previous day including Patil himself, so she wasn’t as tensed this time. She was puzzled when Patil opened the door for them and didn’t jump on her instantly. There was an uncanny silence after Sandesh left the place as Richa sat on the sofa adjacent to where Patil was seated.



“You made him really happy! Very good!”, Patil commented in between operating his phone.



“Thank you!”, Richa murmured softly. She pulled her phone out too since she didn’t see any action on Patil’s part; neither was she instructed of anything. She stopped instantly when Patil looked at her with a smile on his face, but he didn’t interrupt her and allowed her to continue. She answered to a lot of messages including mine asking about how she was and when would she be back home. “Cannot say for sure! Another few hours definitely!”, she messaged me since she was still sitting in front of one her regular tormentors at his place. Patil, in between, received a phone call and was talking in Marathi about some business deals to someone. Richa wondered why she was asked to be here when he didn’t look too interested in her. She was also wondering as to why he wasn’t attacking her like other times. She didn’t dare ask any of that and instead waited patiently. I called her up since I saw her online on WhatsApp, but she declined my call instantly. “In front of Patil!”, she texted back to me. I asked her the count (of men) she had since previous day to tease her further. She, off course, didn’t respond and closed WhatsApp and placed her phone into her purse. Another few minutes passed while Patil sir was still occupied in his phone. She wondered if he was playing some sort of game on his phone or doing some serious stuff. She couldn’t ask anyways so she remained quiet. She was at much ease though compared to other times, until the doorbell rang.



“Who would it be?”, Richa thought to herself as Mr. Patil rushed to answer the door.



She was much relieved to see Imran walk in with Patil Sir. Now, that could be a lethal duo to torment her! But she had experienced and understood their ways and in fact liked them largely. Her heart was racing though as Imran walked over to her and patted her back as if asking how she was! Richa didn’t dare to speak instead stood up instantly while Patil sir fetched him water and a cold drink. Both the men settled on the sofa and Imran asked Richa to also assume place beside him. She sat carefully on the sofa while he was sipping the drink and talking to Patil sir.



“Naidu was absolutely delighted and wants me to send her over for a weekend!”, Mr. Patil exclaimed to Imran who smiled in acknowledgement. Richa felt relieved too having proved herself for Imran. Yes, she confessed she felt that way! Such was her subservience!



“See how you can manage her timings! She is in demand now!”, Mr. Patil continued.



“Sure! Not an issue! She doesn’t know to say no!”, Imran announced proudly.



Richa wondered how he was so confident about her availability. Or was it her willing submission all the time that led him to think that? Nevertheless, she wasn’t asked to opine or decide on her availability. She just sat there like an obedient doll for the men. Over the next 15 minutes or so, they kept talking about some business stuff and some kinky ideas where they can negotiate using my wife! Richa heard it herself and realized what could be coming her way. The conversation went smoothly, and it seemed as if they were decided on when they needed her services. When Imran finished his snacks and drink, he expressed that he would need to leave for some work. Richa wondered if she was required to stay or she could leave too. There wasn’t any mention about any plan for her by either of the men too. She waited some more time before Imran was almost ready to leave. That’s when she asked whether she should leave too. “Do you need her?”, Imran asked Patil sir who declined instantly. “She is enough used for the weekend!”, he commented with a wink. “Come! I will drop you home!”, Imran asked my wife to join him as they left Patil sir’s house. Richa was much relieved to be leaving that house without any torment. “Reaching home with HIM”, she messaged me quietly as they left in his car. Imran asked her few probing questions about the previous day and was pleased to know that she provided satisfactory services to Mr. Naidu. Surprisingly, he didn’t try anything on her until they were quite close to our house. “Will there be anyone home?” he asked. I had confirmed Richa that I could be locked out; so she informed him that she would be alone.



“You stand a nice career as an escort!”, Imran commented as they entered our elevator.



My wife smiled and pulled out house keys as they reached our floor and swiftly entered the house. Richa turned on the lights etc. and brought herself and Imran some water. “Let us take a bath! You smelled used!”, Imran suggested to my wife. She admitted and agreed instantly as they headed towards the master bedroom into our bathroom. When they stepped in, Imran helped my wife pull up her kurta and she quickly rolled the leggings down and threw them into the bucket full of clothes. Imran carefully took off his clothes and put them outside as they entered the bath area. “Bend”, commanded her tormentor and my poor wife acknowledged instantly by bending at 90 degree with her hands on the wall and bums pushed out for him. “WHACK, WHACK, WHCAK, WHCAK, WHACK…… WHACK”, a series of strong slaps blasted either sides of bums as Richa moaned profusely. She thought he was not as ruthless since she found his spanking rhythmic although a bit tougher. He continued blasting her poor bottoms for a good number of minutes until they were totally reddish. Richa didn’t oppose even once although she continued moaning out of pain. She thought he was done when he paused and stepped out of bathroom. She remained bent and didn’t move an inch while Imran returned with a slipper in his hand. He was accustomed to our house and didn’t mind walking naked all over.

“Boobs time!”, Imran said with a wry smile as he instructed my wife to straighten up.



Richa raised herself and rubbed her bums for quick seconds as Imran adjusted her against the wall. Her back was against the wall and her hands were raised straight and bent over her head at 90 degree holding each other at elbow joint. She was instructed not to move or bring hands in between as he held the slipper right in front of her face. Richa doesn’t need a lot of instructions from Imran and pushed her tongue out to lick the dirty lower side of the slipper happily. She kept licking it until Imran pulled it off and blasted straight on her face. It hurt and caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t allowed to move, and she only moaned slightly although he hadn’t instructed her to keep mum. She lowered her gaze for a brief second as she composed herself and then looked at Imran again indicating her readiness for the second one. He didn’t disappoint although he made her lick it for another few seconds before blasting the second blow across her face. Both the strokes hit her at odd angle landing directly on her face over her lips, nose and eyes. But these were followed by 2 traditional blows on each of her cheeks that were mightier than the first ones. Richa was literally shaken with these monstrous strokes and the itching it led to on her face. She was dying to rub her cheeks to soothe and was having tough time to control her tears!



“Ready for boobs?”, Imran asked my wife who was about to break down.



She wasn’t tied up or gagged. She was free and could have protested if she wanted. But she didn’t utter a single word nor made any sort of movement resisting him. She had a difficulty affirming Imran, but she didn’t oppose at all. Imran immersed the slipper in the commode to make it wet and then spat on it. He held it again in front of my wife who dutifully kissed it and was proceeding to lick too. But Imran rubbed it over her itching cheeks much to her comfort. “Thank you”, it quickly slipped my wife’s tongue although he was putting a dirty mixture of toilet water and his own saliva directly on her face. Imran picked the opportunity and dipped the slipper again in the commode and spat on it but this time placed it straight on her lips. A slight movement on her lips, a bit of hesitation from my wife and then he was successful to push the slipper in her mouth! Richa gagged on it as if a nice sweet dish and held the slipper in her mouth until Imran asked her to push out.



“WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK………. “



Imran started blasting Richa's both melons randomly. It began with lighter ones, but he gained momentum and rhythm soon and targeted all the angles. Richa still had her arms crossed up and that was giving him both sides to target and he was trying few from the base as well. Richa moaned and bit her lips in agony but Imran didn’t pause until well over 4-5 minutes wherein he kept blasting a shot almost every 10-15 seconds. Her fair skin was turning reddish, but she remained strong and saw the first round through. Imran must have been amazed at her pain taking ability, but he wanted more pieces of her. He made her hold the slipper in the mouth once again and started pinching her nipples using his fingers. He didn’t show any mercy and plucked and pinched her sensitive nipples at his will. Richa couldn’t hold back as tears rolled down her cheeks but she didn’t move or oppose the most cruel and sadistic twisting and kneading of her nipples. I can bet you she takes nipples twisting better than many women! And if she was struggling then other women would have simply given up! But then she was Richa and he was Imran!



“Can you make something for me? I am hungry!”, Imran asked my wife as he paused. “Wash your hands properly, no need of clothes!”, he winked and commented.



Richa thought of negotiating but didn’t actually attempt! She knew it wasn’t going to help so she proceeded towards the kitchen. Yes, she was all naked and the curtains were not necessarily all down! But Imran wasn’t really bothered as she sneaked through carefully trying to be away from windows. He followed her and relaxed on the chairs by dining table watching her from there. Richa was taking a stick of kitchen as she was returning after a day. She didn’t find anything ready in the refrigerator so picked up some ready to eat packet. She took a pan, filled it with water and poured pasta sticks into it along with the spices from the sachet and started stirring it. Imran picked a couple of cans of Fanta from the fridge. He started sipping from one and tossed the other to her. Richa thanked him and waited for a few seconds wondering if there was any instruction from him before opening and gulping it down in a regular way. There wasn’t any conversation as Richa prepared the pasta while Imran waited by the table slowly sipping the cold drink. She served him in the dinner plate and waited by the table. Imran asked her to join him and have the food too. Richa haven’t had anything since morning and gladly joined him as they finished the pasta with the cold drink. Richa cleaned the dishes quickly and placed them in the wash basin.



“Let’s go back!”, Imran commanded my wife as he picked up a wooden and steel spoon (the large ones) from the kitchen and a bottle of water.



Richa walked obediently in front of him and led him to our master bathroom again. She saw Imran placing the spoons on the adjacent platform, so she assumed her earlier position. “So, you want more on your boobs?”, Imran asked sarcastically when Richa stood there pushing her beautiful melons out as she crossed her arms over her head. She retracted a bit but didn’t express anything and that led to Imran picking up the slipper again. “WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…..”, Imran kept blasting her breasts randomly. This brutal attack was focused on the sides and from the base and it was leading to her melons jumping all over the place. Richa had a torrid time standing put, she couldn’t help but brush her back against the wall behind to ease the itching on the front. Her eyes were pleading him to stop but she didn’t bring her hands in between and used her mouth only for moaning. Imran pushed two fingers of his left hand into her mouth and my wife instantly sucked on to them while the fingers of his other hand started twisting her nips again. He wasn’t rough this time though and helped her sooth to some extent.



“Turn around and put your hands on the wall!”, came the next instruction from the beast.



My wife turned instantly; put her hands on the wall and pushed her bums out. She was expecting Imran to start blasting her bums, but she received first shot on her lower back. The steel spoon handle hurt terrible and she whined instantly. Imran started focusing on her bare back from waist until shoulders. He was going slow and targeting every shot on the new area of her flesh going upwards. Richa obviously didn’t move but had lot of unrest as the steel handle kept blasting and cutting into her skin every time she was beaten. He checked her skin a couple of times and then switched to wooden spoon instead of steel. That soothed her a bit as she received next few blows all over her back. Imran made her stand in various angles and blasted both her arms and even her tummy, waist and midriff. And the guy didn’t stop there! My wife was then made to stand away from the wall and Imran circled around her blasting her randomly and rough with the earlier slipper. She was standing straight and took countless blows on her forearms, upper arms and then jumped in pain as her back was beaten up mercilessly. Imran enjoyed her struggle and kept blasting her taking 4-5 rounds! He didn’t spare her shoulder blades, her cleavage and tummy but didn’t touch her melons this time!



“Can you take some on lower thighs and clit?”, Imran asked my wife as she was trying to relax after the heavy beating.



Richa knew it was an imperative statement although it sounded interrogative. She walked to our bed as pushed by Imran and lied by the edge with open legs. Imran noticed the fear in her eyes as he picked up the steel spoon and stretched his arm for her to kiss the tool (like a BDSM scene). My wife rarely disappoints him as she planted a kiss and readied herself. “BANG!”, she received the first stroke on the lower thigh. He waited for the pain to radiate before targeting the other leg. Richa did well to absorb the pain with some sobs and that encouraged him to go full Monty. “BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG….”, a series of nasty blows made her dance in pain. Richa literally jumped up and down and got into rubbing her thighs all over. The steel spoon’s handle was extremely effective, and Imran allowed her a minute or two to come to terms. “What do you think is pending now?”, Imran asked my healing wife who was further torn with that question. She instantly closed her legs pleading him not to go there.



“Alright then! I will get going!”, came Imran’s sarcastic response.



Richa lied on the bed totally stunned. She was thoroughly beaten up and then her man was leaving without doing anything (?) with her. Imran enjoyed her dilemma as he started getting ready. She got up and sat by the edge of the bed watching him getting his clothes from the bathroom. “You look dejected! Need someone to bang you?”, he asked my wife with a wry smile. Richa just lowered her gaze and watched him as he freshened up in the bathroom and came out. Just as he passed by the bed, he flipped Richa and thrusted her without any warning. My wife accommodated instantly and made room for the ultimate pleasure as Imran pumped her. She was surprised (she confessed later) of how he remained erect all that time and spread herself to let him in as much. But Imran was extremely crude as he probably banged her just 10-12 times and pulled out to stuff her mouth. He went brutal and gagged and deepthroated her until she coughed hard. He allowed her take deep breath before stuffing again and following that with huge spit globes. A few face slaps and another couple of minutes of stuffing and Imran pulled out completely! It didn’t take him any time to get ready as Richa was still catching her breath.



“Do you want to come and see me off?”, he asked my wife as she picked up herself.



Richa knew it was inviting more trouble, but she didn’t know to say no! She walked naked towards the living room behind him as he reached for his shoes. He didn’t attempt anything though and left the house leaving my wife dry. But then, just as my wife was turning to attend her husband, the doorbell and her cellphone rang together. Richa knew it was Imran and attended him at the door ahead of cell phone. He pushed the door wide open leaving my wife exposed to everyone outside. He had already called the lift to our floor and as it was approaching, he pressed her melons and pinched the nipples. Richa shuddered and panicked as the lift approached the floor below and stopped there! She was at total risk of exposing herself in the completely open door and Imran wasn’t letting her close it or run inside. Thankfully for her (and me), she wasn’t exposed to anyone else as the lift was empty when it opened on our floor. Imran placed a bag between the doors to keep it open and kept teasing my wife standing at the door. Richa somehow saw through those horrifying 2 minutes when Imran left, and she banged the door shut!




“Was he really gone?”, she thought to herself and rushed to the living room sliding windows that oversee the approach road. She was concerned when she noticed Mr. Nagarkar on the approach road walking towards his apartment. But she hoped that he wouldn’t recognize Imran’s car or him sitting inside. And she was proved right this time as Imran zipped past him without either of them noticing each other. My wife breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa for a couple of minutes before walking over to free me up. She was so totally used up that I didn’t feel like teasing her any further. But then, the slut that Richa is, she pulled me into a shower, and we had a quickie in there. I didn’t push her further as we finished the meal and she slept for a long 5-6 hours only to wake up late evening! She had an incredible 1.5 day!

[Vinukollam]

Thank you for the quick update bharat...... expecting more.....it was a great erotic update like always