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Neha sharma sex story please

[AllTimeColdHeart]

After completing your pending stories, bro please write on sreemukhi and vishnu priya.

[Sabzzz19]

For the next four instances the events were the same. Poorna massaged four guests on those days who were supposed to be influential people of the city. She gave them a special massage and got fucked in both ass and pussy. Basit and Abdul followed the massage session, they got massaged by Poorna and they also fucked her. The things making me concerned were since the beginning no one used condoms at all, I know birth controls pills and I think she used that but it was heavy risk in unsafe sex. But either she didn't object or else no one listened to her. Anyways she was like a slut now and I know Basit and Abdul were fucking her on other occasions too which I wasn't aware off.





I told her many times that we must go back home but she always rejected my offer saying that she has some problems in going back. I wasn't sure that she was willingly doing that or some kind of threat was her for this. She never told me and I never came to know about it. I was never asked to visit the Basit office as my boss had stopped asking me to go there. Instead he was sending another guy over there, who was my junior. I couldn't tell him to send me so I didn't say anything. But Poorna met me regularly at weekends now; she never missed it even if she was in periods and proposed to fuck her ass in that time. Her boobs and bums grew slightly bigger now. On one such occasion I observed that her bums had something written on it. It was very light and supposed to be written with some pen. I read it carefully and "Basit Property" was written on it. When I observed her pussy side to it "Abdul Den" was written. I didn't say anything to her and she never confessed anything about it. Next weekend she told me that she was having some work at the office so she'll reach my place on Friday morning. I didn't say anything to her.





My junior mobile was accidentally left behind in the office, so I thought to drop it to his place while going. I took the phone and reached his place around 10 pm after having dinner at some restaurant. The door was opened and I rang the bell, but it didn't sound back. I knew he lived alone so just entered the place. He wasn't in the hall and nor in the kitchen so I moved to the bedroom. I opened the door and as I was about to get inside I heard a few voices. He wasn't alone for sure; maybe two more guys were with him. Just then I heard a car stopped at the door. I was confused about it so I hid behind the bathroom door.


I looked at the gate and Poorna came inside. I was shocked to see her here. She stood in the hall, got rid of her clothes and called someone. The driver came in and she was standing nude in front of him. She handed him her clothes and wares and said 4 am to him. The driver turned back and moved away with his car. She shouted for my junior and within a few seconds the bedroom door opened and my junior along with two fellows came out. They all were naked already; Poorna objected that she supposed that he would have been alone. He said that if there is a problem then she can go back. She said that she doesn't have any problem. His friends started to talk with my junior and Poorna sat on her knees, started to suck his dick. She alternated between the rests two also, sucking all three of them in intervals.





My junior told his friends that she was his boss friend's slut, and Basit has changed his office setup, he had packed the office now and inside only she and Basit stayed. She remains nude all the time and whenever he needs he fucks her in the office itself. No one in the office knows about it. He also told them that if anyone comes to meet Basit, she gets dressed but if he goes, he can go straight inside and Basit used to fuck her just in front of him too. Last night Basit asked any favour for him, so he asked Poorna for a night and so she was here. The talk was over so they moved to the bedroom, locking the door behind.


The window had curtains from inside, but due to airflow it moved a few times giving a slight peep inside the bedroom. They all fucked her missionary one by one, followed by fucking in her ass, one by one, I only managed to see in every 5 minutes when AC blower turned towards window and curtains moved for few seconds. They made her suck them in between and fucked her again till core. It was around 3 am when they were finished. Poorna called someone and after 10 minutes the driver was on the door, with her belongings. He pushed her on the wall and started to squeeze her boobs.





She pushed him aside and said not here, in the car or in the company parking place. He didn't let her dress and they moved out. She climbed the car all naked and they rushed immediately. I picked my bike and followed them. Instead of moving to company parking the car moved outside the city. It reached an isolated place and the engine shut down. They didn't come out and I was assuming that the driver was fucking her inside. Just then a bike stopped near the car. I was far away and couldn't be seen. The bike was night patrolling security officer and it had two riders on it. One of them knocked on the window and the door opened after a minute.


The driver came out all naked and the security officer guy peeped inside. They slapped that driver a few times and he was standing and saying something to them. I think he was offering to fuck Poorna. So after a few discussions one of them got rid of his clothes and got inside the car closing the door behind. The car was locked and it remained locked for 30 minutes. The gate opened and as soon as that guy was excited, the next guy got inside. He kept the door locked for 30 minutes or more and he came out. They both climbed on their bike and rushed away. The driver went inside now, in the back seat. The car stayed there for the next 20 minutes and the engine started again. I followed it and it stopped in front of Poorna apartment. She got down and the car rushed away.






I prayed for God to take her out of this mess, and God heard me, she immediately got Typhoid and was admitted in hospital for 10 day, events after events happened. As she was sick, Basit was desperate to fuck anyone else. There was a single girl in office named Zreena; she also had assets like Poorna. Though she wasn't having assets as thick as Poorna, but thicker than normal girls. Basit and Abdul offered her lift and in the basement they managed to molest her, and fucked her. Instead of staying silent she reported the security officer. Her father was a lawyer so immediately the action was taken. Both Abdul and Basit got arrested, the CCTV footage was obtained immediately and it took only 7 days to prove their guilt.


They were held behind the bars and their family sold both the company to someone else and left the city. When she was back to office, her boss as well as my boss changed. She asked me whether we should leave our country or should stay. I was concerned with Abdul and Basit advances, without them I didn't have any issue in staying. I said we'll stay. She smiled and we resumed our jobs. Just one question in my mind was that if she had been forced to do all that then it was a permanent halt to the situation, but if she might be doing that with her will, then she could resume whoring some day. She never confessed anything to me so I was just standing with questions, having no answers, and no way to get answers.





THE-END

A needed hot storyyyy 

[Sabzzz19]

He held the same position and my tongue was rolling around his fully erected cock. He released the hold when I couldn’t take more and I coughed.



He took out his dick, kissed me gently and again he pushed his cock and started to give deep throat. And all I could do was politely do whatever he wanted. The other guy had started to rub my naked pussy while I rubbed his cock.

Once a good fresher now sucking two low-class workers’ dick made me feel so cheap and humiliated. But somehow, my pussy was getting wetter by each second.

I started tasting the first guy’s precum. He was mouthfucking me harder and soon, I felt a hot liquid going deep in my throat. I hate to swallow cum but he was holding my head so tight that I was forced to swallow his hot cum. He emptied his cum inside my mouth completely and rubbed his dick on both of my cheeks.

Now, the other guy who was on edge came close to my face and sprayed his cum all over my face. They also clicked a picture of me like that in kneeling position with cum all over my face.



Then they both ordered me to lick them clean. Once again, I started to suck both their cocks, cleaning off their cum. Then they got dressed and took my pantie with them.

I quickly cleaned myself, took my remaining clothes, got dressed, made my hair proper and got back to my cubicle to see my angry seniors.

Before they yelled out about me missing for an hour after lunch, I somehow managed there was a family emergency and it had been taken care of now.

Meanwhile, I saw Ashok smiling from one corner. As this was my first time being late, my seniors didn’t take the issue seriously. They left.

I saw my mobile and Ashok was demanding my nude with two workers. I knew there was no point in arguing and I sent the nudes to him. Further, I requested him and told him I can’t do any more acts like this.

He said, “Bitch, stop this drama of being shy and innocent. I know how much you enjoyed sucking those low-class workers’ cocks. So, stop acting and behave like a filthy whore you are!!”.

I literally broke into tears due to all these shaming. I already had sex with my boyfriend three to four times but we broke up lately. But still, I couldn’t accept what I did today and I realized I just got fell into the greatest trap of my life and maybe, there is no way out.

I thought of moving onto another organization, but that won’t stop Ashok.

I went to Ashok and asked him for a minute. At the cafeteria, I said, “Enough of all these. I know what you want, I am okay to have sex with you but I need that video to be deleted” in a strong tone.

He said, “Aah!!! There comes the slut that has been hiding all these days. I could have easily fucked you with what I have, but that’s not the point here”. “I need you to suffer each and every day, the key for it is in my hands and I can’t let you out of this so soon”. He then left and I was so confused about what he will do next.

I couldn’t focus on anything. My work got slowed down and he came more often and played with my boobs and sometimes he fingered me. He always brought me so close to cumming but he didn’t let me cum.

So, in one single day, I gave blowjobs to two cleaners and got finger-fucked multiple times by my colleague.




Then Ashok came around 6.45 pm and asked, “Are you leaving now? Or planning to have a solo session after everyone walks out”. I was worried but said I will leave in 10 minutes.

“Sure, you can leave in 10 minutes but there will be consequences. But it won’t happen if you come to the parking basement around 8 pm”, he said and he started to leave.

Time was ticking and Ashok must have already planned something worse. As it was a Friday, everyone including the manager started to leave early.

Around 7.30 pm, the whole office was empty. I packed my stuff and started my way to the parking place with fear. A lot ran through my mind. Till then, I haven’t got any text or message from Ashok. Was he really there or he left?



I reached the basement and saw just 4 to 5 cars and only a few bikes (maybe the night shift guys, who knew).

There I saw Ashok behind a car. He was smoking. I walked towards him. He, as usual, had a crooked smile.

I said, “Ashok, it is getting late. Say what you want?”. He just looked at me from top to bottom, blew smoke on my face and dropped his cigarette.

Watching me, he said, “Bitch, I guess you had a great day. But it was just the beginning and worst is yet to come. Now, tell me, did you enjoy today?” and he laughed loudly.

Suddenly, he caught my neck with a hand and pulled my hair backward with the other hand. I was terrified and dropped my handbag and mobile. He pushed me down and took his dick out.

“Be a good cock-sucking slut and suck my cock, you stupid whore”. He started to rub his dick near my mouth. Having no other choice, I started to suck his dick and it was the third dick I was sucking that day”.



As I was sucking, he slapped both my cheeks until it turned red. He held the back of my head and started to deepthroat. At one point, I was about to choke. My vision got blurry. Then he took his dick away from the mouth. I felt so cheap and was lying on the floor.

He got hold of my hair, lifted me and pushed toward the car. He made me bend and took off my salwar pants. I was already pantyless and I had no energy to stop him now.

He bent down and spat on my asshole and started to rub there. I was a virgin in the ass. With the remaining energy, I pleaded to him, “Please Ashok..Not in my ass!! I am a virgin there.”

He got more excited. He rubbed his dick near my asshole for a few seconds and before I could react, he pushed his cock so deep. I could hear my screams echoing.

His cock entered so deep inside my ass with a few strong strokes. I was almost lost in pain. I couldn’t even speak now.



His pace started increasing and I couldn’t bear more.

“Ahhhh..Ashokkkk.. Nooo aaahhhh, nooo aahhh..”

I was trying my best but each time he went deep, I got completely lost. He got hold of my hair and pulled it backward. Slapping my ass harder, he said, “I am not your sweet boyfriend to fuck your pussy, I take what I want. At least you have a good ass to fuck”. He started to fuck my ass harder.

After 20 minutes of hard anal fuck, my colleague took out his dick, turned me and sprayed cum on my face.

He then pulled his jean up, went to the corner and started to smoke again.



I slowly picked myself up, adjusted my clothes, cleaned up, and made my hair correct. I couldn’t even take one step properly. I took my mobile and booked a cab. I went home and took a bath. I felt so sore.

THE-END

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[Delhidevil2021]

Brother.....One story on Kareena Kapoor or Sharaddha Kapoor
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[Koshi123]

Write story on deepthi sunaina

[Koshi123]

Write story on deepthi sunaina

[kamapriyan1]

Where r other pages
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[Krish1436]

Bro where are other pages ....

[Krish1436]

 bro where are other pages....

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What happened to other pages bro

[nagadap592]

All the stories are still there. Something else has gotten shortened

[Krishan202]

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[Krishan202]

A young woman nursed a drink at the Pub. She had glossy black hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders and wore a short red jersey halterneck dress which clung to her curves. It was not the kind of dress with which you could wear a bra.


It was a warm, close evening. The air conditioning was turned up high and the swell of her nipples was plainly visible to the barman with whom she had been chatting. The bar had begun to fill up with conference attenders and she covertly appraised each one as they arrived. At length she made a decision. A man of around 45, greying but still with a full head of hair, in suit trousers and open-necked shirt and wearing a gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand sat alone at a low table. She took her glass, crossed the bar and slid onto the sofa beside him. "Do you mind if I join you?"





His shrug was not particularly welcoming, but she was undeterred.


"I'm Neha," she said. "Are you with the accountants?"


"The civil engineers," he replied. "Gani." She smiled and offered her hand to shake.


"You're married, Gani?"


"For nineteen years," he said. "You?"


Neha shook her head. "No. I like casual sex. No strings. I prefer it when they are happily married."


Gani stared at her. He hadn't been actively looking to pick anyone up and hadn't really looked at her closely until now. He very much liked what he saw: she was a very attractive girl, no more than 27 or 28 - and he was open to persuasion.


"I need a lot of sex," Neha continued, looking into her glass. "I like it."


Gani took a sip of his own drink, studying her lovely face. Her lips were painted red, her wide eyes were a clear, candid green.






"Are you faithful to your wife?" she asked.


"No," he replied, honestly. "I'm sleeping with my secretary. And sometimes I fuck a widowed neighbour and one of my daughter's friends."


Neha drained her glass. She would have seduced him regardless of his reply, but had he professed fidelity her answer would not have been as direct as the one she gave now. "Would you like to fuck me?"


. . .


In the lift, they kissed urgently and his hands crept under her skirt to cup her arse-cheeks.





They were not alone. An older couple stood beside them. They were a distinguished, good-looking pair, expensively-dressed and well-groomed; probably, thought Neha. The woman huffed disapprovingly as Gani slammed Neha's back against the mirrored wall, thrusting his tongue into her hot mouth as she wrapped her slender legs around his hips. Her husband, however, was watching openly. Neha, surfacing for breath and catching his eye, winked at him. Mischievously she reached behind her neck and untied her halter. The top of her dress slipped down to reveal her pert tits with their erect nipples. She let the old guy get a good eyeful before burying her fingers in Gani's hair and feeding her left breast into his mouth.





The woman, who had been studiously gazing straight ahead, tight-lipped, didn't notice until the lift stopped moving and Gani set Neha back onto her feet that Neha was naked to the waist. The woman gasped, scandalised, and snapped, "Come on, Robert," to her staring husband. Reluctantly he trailed out of the opening doors behind his wife but hung back, continuing to look back at Neha in frank admiration, a hard-on tenting his trousers. Neha followed him down the hallway, making no attempt to cover herself, and Gani walked behind her, admiring the sway of her hips and the movement of her tight buttocks under the red fabric, amused by her casual exhibitionism.


Gani's room was directly opposite the older couple's. He slipped his access card into the lock and pushed the door open for Neha. Behind her back, his eyes met Robert's and he nodded and smiled. Robert noticed that the door swung behind Gani but did not click.


"Robert!" came Helen's enraged voice from his own room. Meekly, he went inside.





. . .


Students Jake and Tyler worked the overnight shift . They'd arrived a little early and decided to have a cold Coke in the bar. The barman shovelled ice into their glasses.


"Is she here tonight?" Jake asked him.


"Oh, yes."


"Who's the lucky man?"


"Room 407. A Mr Gani."

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Jake and Tyler made a mental note. Being called to a room Neha had been invited into often meant a treat. Several times they had caught sight of her naked. Once, she had been giving a blowjob while Tyler brought in an order and had winked at him. Competition for these deliveries was fierce.



. . .


Gani leaned back against the closed door, careful not to let it latch. Neha smiled inwardly, the subterfuge not lost on her. She fervently hoped that Robert would have the courage to take Gani up on his unspoken invitation, but was not convinced he would. Dismissing the thought from her mind she wriggled from her dress, dropped her clutch; and in her hold ups, high patent shoes and knickers she dropped to her knees and unzipped Gani's trousers.


His dick, she thought, was beautiful: slightly curved, on the short side but impressively thick with prominent, ropey veins bulging from the surface. The mushroom head was swollen and deep red. Good choice, Neha, she thought. She sighed happily as she extended her tongue and began to give his shaft long, sloppy, enthusiastic licks, as she might a melting ice cream cone. A good quantity of pre-cum had seeped from the tip on the ride up in the lift and she scooped it up with relish. She took his cock in her fist to hold it out of the way and sucked first one of his heavy testicles and then the other. He was well-groomed, his pubic hair neatly trimmed, and she inhaled his masculine scent. Her tongue ran wetly along the raised seam under his scrotum and she ducked between his legs and tilted her head to lubricate the sensitive skin between his sac and the crack of his arse. His balls tightened and she worked her way over them again and up the length of his pole, before finally sucking his cockhead into her hungry mouth. Gani groaned and seized handfuls of her soft, shiny hair. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis and probed at his pisshole. Then she closed her lips around his dick and lowered her mouth towards the root, gradually taking in the entire length until he felt the back of her throat close on him. Rhythmically, she began to bob on his cock, bathing it in her saliva, gagging slightly as it filled her. At the same time, she stroked his balls lightly and caressed his taint. She varied her tempo so he was never quite sure exactly how long she would remain still with her mouth stuffed to capacity before pulling back, sometimes with a jerk, sometimes slow and smooth, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before teasingly backing off.





Neha was skilled and her mouth felt incredible but he didn't want to cum too soon. At a point when she had drawn back until only his bulbous cockhead remained invisible, he twitched his hips and it popped from her mouth. She looked up at him in surprise until he lifted her bodily and carried her over to the bed, dropping her clutch bag on the nightstand. She kicked off her shoes and lay on her back, stretching her arms above her head, as he undressed. Gani parted her legs and crawled between them. She was wearing - of course she was, he thought - red crotchless knickers. He ran a finger along her wet pussy lips and then spread them for a closer look. She had a neat, pretty cunt and a thin strip of trimmed, dark hair bisected her soft mound. He peeled off her knickers to reveal a small heart-shaped tattoo where the landing strip ended. He slid his tongue over her folds and over and around her clit. She mewled softly and he continued exploring as she writhed under his mouth. He pulled back to suck his middle finger, which he then eased inside her. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but she was as tight as his daughter's 18 year old classmate and her pussy clung greedily to his finger as he pulled it out. On the second thrust he tried to insert a second finger but it was an effort and she flinched away. It was going to feel amazing around his cock.





He kissed his way up to her mouth, lingering on the way to tongue her nipples. Unlike his wife after he went down on her, Neha had no hesitation in sucking his tongue into her mouth. She even darted her own tongue out to clean up the glistening cunt juice coating his chin and his cock twitched impatiently. He spread her legs again, preparing to enter her but she braced her palms against the mat of black hair on his chest and said, "No." He was momentarily nonplussed until she added, "On your back," and she climbed astride him and guided the tip of his cock into her slick passage.





Her pussy really was phenomenally tight. Had she not been so wet it would have tugged painfully on his foreskin as she very slowly sank down and he watched his length disappear inside of her. She held her breath as her vaginal walls gradually stretched to admit him, blowing it out in a rush when she finally felt his wiry pubic hair scratching her velvety mound. Her eyes were closed and her brow furrowed in concentration. She rocked a little from side to side to get comfortable before bearing down and moaning in pleasure. "Neha," he said, "are you OK?"


She opened her eyes and smiled radiantly. "I'm fantastic," she replied, beginning to move.


Neha liked to feel in control. She hated being told what to do or having to compromise, which was one of the reasons she liked one-night stands with married men who wouldn't make demands on her time or independence. She was single, lived alone in a converted warehouse apartment, and had a good, well-paid job. She visited a city centre gym, where she kept a locker well-stocked with conservative work clothes, on her way to the office each day to keep her body taut and toned, and she spent freely on her hair, nails and clothes. She had a healthy sex drive and most weeknights she would make only a brief pitstop at home to shower, change and reapply heavier make up before heading to one of the Birmingham hotels with top conference facilities, looking for sex.

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She liked to make the first move and would sit at the bar talking to the bartender to discourage anyone from sitting with her while she waited and watched. If she was approached she would have some well-prepared brush-offs ready. As might be expected, Neha was well-known by sight and name to many of the hotel staff and once or twice, when a porter had been asked by a male guest travelling alone if he could recommend company, she had been asked if she would be interested. She always declined. She was only too aware that her chosen lifestyle was high risk and she was unwilling (particularly as she disliked condoms) to fuck men who paid for sex.





The men she chose were invariably much older than herself and married - and never once had she been turned down. She had extraordinary powers of persuasion but, given the way she looked, seldom had to deploy them for long. Despite her need for control she would not have been remotely interested in a submissive man or an inexperienced one. She didn't want to have control ceded to her; she wanted to *take* it; and she got off on power struggles. (She had to be very firm with herself in the workplace when conflicts with male colleagues or clients arose. In these situations she would become enormously aroused and have to remind herself that she had rules about office liaisons. She didn't need that sort of complication in her life.) Paradoxically, though, if a man she picked up managed to wrest control back, so much the better; she could respect that: she was open to most things and some of her favourite things, including anal sex, she had discovered when her partners had been reluctant to take no for an answer.





Now, she rode Gani in a smooth, fluid style as if she were rising to the trot in the dressage ring. She sat virtually erect and her breasts sagged only very slightly under their own weight. Her nipples jutted out, red and swollen in arousal. He held her waist, watching her perform. "You are so beautiful," he said.


"Thank you," replied Neha. "Your cock is amazing."


"How often do you do this?" he asked.


"Oh, three or four nights a week," she said. "Do you always pick up women in bars when you are working away?"


"I didn't pick *you* up," Gani pointed out. "You very much picked me. Not that I'm complaining. Christ, your pussy's tight. What was I saying? Oh, yes. No, rarely in fact. I usually just watch the porn channels. But I'm very glad you came on to me tonight."


"I haven't cum yet," Neha said, insolently, and Gani's eyes narrowed.





Abruptly, he sat up and lifted her off his cock. "Hands and knees," he said, brusquely. He spread her buttocks, pushed her face into the mattress and plunged balls-deep into her wet pussy. She cried out in alarm as he ploughed her brutally. "Did nobody ever teach you any manners?" he asked and slapped her arse as hard as he could. Neha gave a muffled yelp. He did it again and she yelled harder. On the third slap she screamed and he felt her cunt clench violently around his cock as her body shuddered and shook.


"Now you have," he said in quiet satisfaction, as he filled her hot passage with semen. In their battle for control, he had taken round two.





Neha laughed, surprised out of her composure. When he flopped onto his back she uncharacteristically snuggled against him, running her fingers through his chest hair. This was going to be fun. She leaned over to kiss him and whispered, "I'm thirsty."


He picked up the phone and called room service while she used the bathroom. As she returned to the bed, he said into the receiver, "We'll probably be busy. Just bring it straight in," and hung up as Neha's mouth closed on his.


When a light tap came at the door, Gani was pounding Neha's pussy again. She was on her side with him behind and he was holding one of her legs in the air for a better view in the mirror of his cock pistoning in and out of her. Jake was thrilled when he pushed the trolley into the room to be treated to a full frontal view of Neha's nude body being fucked.





"Evening Mr Gani," he said. "I'll just leave this by the window, shall I?"


He was savouring a last glance at Neha's stretched pussy lips when Gani withdrew from her, saying, "Hold on, son."


Jake froze. "What's your name?" Gani asked.


"I'm Jake."

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"You like what you see, Jake?" Gani asked, playing his fingers around her slick pussy.


"Beautiful," Jake managed to croak.


"Come closer. Would you like to touch?" Neha looked uncertainly at Gani, opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again.


Jake hurried forwards. He reached out his hands and watched in astonishment as his own palms cupped Neha Knight's soft, round breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolled them. Neha gasped.


Gani was enjoying himself and his dick remained erect.


"You can kiss her if you like."






Jake looked at Gani and then back at Neha, who said nothing. He knelt at the side of the bed and moved his hands to her flaming face. Then he kissed her, at first tentative and then aggressive, forcing his tongue between her teeth. For a moment Neha was tense but suddenly she relaxed into it, and he felt her hands on his shoulders.


Gani was speaking again. "She has the tightest pussy. Try it."


Jake sucked on Neha's bottom lip before pulling back. Gani pushed her onto her back, spreading her thighs. Jake looked in wonder at her parted folds. This is, like, the best dream ever, he thought. He licked his lips and lowered his face between her legs, probing her cunt with a hungry tongue. Neha shivered helplessly. He sought her clit, tonguing it vigorously and then catching it between his teeth and gently pulling. Neha's back arched and as it did, Jake thrust his middle finger into her tight hole. Neha convulsed and cried out.


"Nice work," said Gani. "You made her cum."





Jake, still not quite able to believe what had happened, kissed her wetly again and swiped at his wet chin with the back of his hand. Gani pressed a banknote into his hand as he left the room. "For your trouble," he said, catching the door again to ensure it didn't latch.


"What the hell was that?" Neha demanded.


"The drink you ordered," he said.


She glared.


"OK, OK. I couldn't resist. It was the way he looked at you - like you were the embodiment of his ultimate fantasy. And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."


She bristled but said nothing, and when he poured her a glass of white wine she took it from him and drank deeply.


When he lifted her into his lap, facing away from him so her arse was pressing into his belly and entered her again, she made no objection.





Neha's hair and tits were flying as she bounced energetically on Gani's meat when the door opened again and Robert, dressed in a hotel bathrobe, came in. Neither Neha nor Gani paused in their fucking and he sat in an easy chair to watch the show. Pleased that he had decided to join in, Neha smiled into his eyes and he let the bathrobe fall open to reveal his rock hard cock and began to stroke. Neha did like an audience. When Gani slid his hands up from her waist to squeeze her breasts it was all too much for her and she cried out as yet another powerful orgasm coursed through her supple body. Gani stood up, lifting her with him, and eased his erection from her sopping snatch.


"Help our guest out with that," he ordered and Neha obediently knelt at Robert's feet and set to work on his prick with hands and mouth.


"I'm glad you could join us," Gani said, sitting in the other easy chair. "Where's your wife?"


"Sleeping," replied Robert. "She's a poor sleeper usually but she's taken a couple of sleeping tablets and zonked right out. She'll never realise I'm not there."


"Excellent. I'm Gani and this hot slut is Neha. Say hello to Robert, Neha."


"Hi Robert," she said, indistinctly, her mouth full.


"So, Robert," Gani went on. "What would you like to do with her?"


"Fuck her in the arse," Robert replied immediately.


"I like a man who knows his own mind," Gani said, impressed.


He pulled Neha to her feet and led her to the bed. He lay back and she swung a leg over him until she was straddling him. His cock slapped against her flat belly and she rose up and used her hands to guide him inside her. As she had before, she took her time in sinking down to engulf him and then wriggled once he was deep inside. Then she looked back at Robert over her shoulder, lips parted, panting.


"Come on," Gani urged and Robert stood and dropped his robe.



Neha was rocking gently on Gani's dick as she said, "There's lube in my bag, Robert." He spotted the black clutch on the nightstand and reached inside for the bottle. She beckoned him over and coated her hands with the viscous liquid, then ran her hands all over his hard cock until it was slippery and ready. She leaned forward from the waist, pressing her mouth to Gani's, dried her hands on the bottom sheet and reached back to spread her buttocks.


Her pink puckered hole was open to him. Robert moved between her legs and Gani's and squeezed a stream of lube between her cheeks. He stroked her crack, distributing it, and then circled her anus with his forefinger before working it inside to open her up. Neha moaned into Gani's mouth as Robert's cockhead nudged her arsehole and pushed. She pushed back and he felt her stretch around him. She whimpered and he grasped her hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh, to hold her still as he thrust harder. Suddenly his cock popped inside and she gave a muffled scream. He stayed still for a moment, his balls crushed between their bodies, while she breathed hard and then began slowly to move.

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Her pussy clenched even more vicelike on Gani's prick and he panted beneath her. She ducked her head, focusing on the sensation in her pelvis. She was sandwiched between them, absolutely stuffed. The two men adjusted their positions until they were able to establish synchronicity. Alternately they thrust in to her holes as she moaned in abandon. Gani felt her juices gush from her, drenching his balls. He said to Robert, "Together?" and they changed tack, both withdrawing together and then ramming into her at the same time. She shrieked each time they bottomed out and after six thrusts begged, "No, no, stop! I can't take it!" Heedless, they continued and tears began to course down her face, her body wracked with sobs.





 When she started to struggle in earnest and push against his chest in her efforts to escape the pounding, Gani relented and they returned to the alternating pattern. Her body continued to quiver but she no longer wept and at length her moaning resumed.


In instinctive unison the men slowed and then stopped for a moment, their cocks still inside her, catching their breath. Neha lay still, her hot cheek resting on Gani's shoulder. Gani lifted the phone beside the bed. "Room 407," he said. "You can collect the tray now."





Tyler, who had snatched up the phone, couldn't believe his luck. He had been furiously jealous when Jake told him he'd not only seen Neha get fucked but actually tasted her. "407," he said in triumph and fairly ran for the service lift. He tapped on the door of 407 and it swung open beneath his knuckles.


He didn't at first see Neha among the thrashing limbs on the bed, but he heard her little cries as she was double-teamed. "Er ... can I help?" he stammered. Robert knelt upright, to reveal Neha's body impaled by two cocks. She was slick with sweat now, her hair clinging in wet strands to her face, her eyes dark with lust, her lipstick and mascara smeared over her lovely cheeks. Tyler gaped, "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed, instantly rock hard.





Gani laughed at his open-mouthed shock. "Thanks for getting here so quickly. Yes, you can help. As you can see, Neha's not completely full yet."


Tyler didn't immediately grasp his meaning, but when he did he grinned widely. He moved to the head of the bed, unzipping and dropping his trousers and pulling down his pants. Gani and Robert resumed their pounding of Neha's holes. Neha's lips parted invitingly and Tyler slipped the very tip of his cock into her mouth. He held it there for a moment and on an impulse grabbed his phone. He needed a record of this moment. With one hand he opened the video recorder and trained it on Neha's face. Then he put the other hand on the back of her neck and fed the rest of his dick into her.





Neha's senses were on overload. After so many orgasms it was taking her body longer to get to the brink of another. She wouldn't have approached the room service boy, who was a little younger, but she had seen him around in the past and fuck, he was hot. His body was lean and athletic, his features regular and masculine, and as she now discovered he was hung like a horse. She sucked on his huge cock hungrily and it bumped against the back of her throat. Saliva seeped from the corners of the stretched, rounded "O" of her lips and ran down her chin. Tyler's hips bucked, fucking her mouth as he continued to film her. She used her tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock and her muffled moans as her pelvis was pounded caused a delicious vibration on his pole. He shuddered.





Robert was ready. He gripped Neha's hips again and released hot jets of semen into her bowels. His climactic howl triggered Gani's own orgasm and he flooded her pulsing pussy. Robert rolled away and Gani lay still, his penis slowly softening. Neha sat upright, still with Gani's dick inside her, now able to use her hands too to pleasure Tyler. She stroked his balls and shaft, looking up at him through her long lashes, feasting her eyes on his face. Under this stimulation, he couldn't hold back. He cried out and released a huge load into her mouth. She swallowed but it kept coming. She choked, gasping for air and he pulled back, holding his dick like a fire hose and spraying her face and chest. She laughed and threw back her head, using her palms to smear his jizz over her breasts and neck. Then she rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, one leg flung over Gani's thigh.

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She reached out to stroke Tyler's shrinking cock. "That was such a rush," she murmured.





Tyler dressed, shoving his phone in his pocket, looking down at Neha's splayed and spent body, already wanting to go again. But, with a vast effort of will, he gathered up the crockery, muttered, "Thank you," and went back to work.


Neha stumbled to the bathroom and switched on the shower, finally peeling off her hold ups, and stepped under the steaming water. She soaped her face and body, sluicing off the sweat and - regretfully - the cum. Slyly, she pushed a little more of Tyler's into her mouth before sluicing the rest away. When she finally emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, water streaming from her hair and face scrubbed clean of all make up, Robert and Gani were deep in conversation. 



They both smiled as she came in. With her clean face she looked even younger. She sat in an armchair and towelled her dripping hair.


"What, never?" Gani was asking.


"Twice," Robert said. "Her arsehole felt amazing. But she reckoned it hurt her. After that she would never do it again."


Gani looked thoughtful. "How deeply does she sleep when she's taken those tablets?"


"She'd sleep through an earthquake."


Gani grinned. "Then I have an idea."


. . .


Half an hour later, they crossed the hall - Robert and Gani in bathrobes, Neha palely naked - to the dark room where Helen peacefully slept.





Robert turned up the lights. Helen didn't stir. She lay quite still, her chest rising and falling, her ash-blonde bobbed and highlighted hair still sleek and perfectly styled. "Helen?" said Robert loudly. Neha held her breath but Helen slept on. "See?" said Robert. "Dead to the world."


He pulled back the covers. Neha was surprised to see that, underneath, Helen was nude. She had a tidy blonde bush, heavy breasts which drooped and spread towards her armpits and a slightly rounded tummy with a small black mole to the left of her belly button. She was exceptionally well-preserved for a woman of 50.


Gani lifted one of her arms in the air and released it. It flopped limply back to her side. "Perfect," he said.


The men rolled Helen's sleeping form onto her front, turning her head to one side so she could breathe, and spread her slim legs. Gani took three plump pillows from the wardrobe and Robert raised her hips so he could slide them underneath.


"Start filming," he told Neha, who pulled up a chair and opened the video function on Robert's iPad. He squeezed Neha's lube into Gani's hand and, while Gani spread it over his hardening cock, he carefully anointed Helen's anus, warming the lube in his palm first. Robert sucked a finger and inserted it into his wife's rectum. He worked it in and out and beckoned Neha over to ensure the gradual opening of Helen's arse was captured on the screen. He added another finger, scissoring them in her tight hole, and then a third.



 Inside her brown hole, Neha could now see pink glistening flesh. Robert looked back over his shoulder, "She's ready for you." He spread his wife's buttocks as Gani moved closer.


Gani's thick cock head nudged at Helen's pucker. He pushed gently and very gradually an inch of cock disappeared inside her. He pulled out and Robert's three fingers stretched her again. Gani re-entered her, forcing a couple more inches into her. Next time, he would ram it home.


"Neha," said Robert, "can you get her face?"


Neha moved round the bed, carefully lifting Helen's head and propping it on another stack of pillows. Her pussy juiced. Startled, she realised she was getting a tremendous kick out of watching this woman taken.


This time, as Gani pushed inside her arse, Helen reacted slightly. She gave a small whimper and her face contorted. Neha watched, fascinated. Gani's dick nudged insistently at the ring of muscle inside Helen - and suddenly he was in. His balls slapped against her thighs and he luxuriated for a moment, letting her rectum stretch around him. Then he began to thrust in and out of her hot depths as Robert watched, his rock hard erection in his fist.





Each time Gani bottomed out inside her, Helen gave a soft grunt, but she was plainly still fast asleep. Her face was blank. Neha moved round again, closing in on the spectacle of Gani's glistening pole pumping in and out of Helen's tight anus. Robert took Neha's spot at the head of the bed. Too consumed by lust for caution, he grabbed a handful of Helen's hair, yanked to force her jaws apart and thrust his dick into her mouth. "Oomph!" Helen said. He froze for a second but she remained silent and he began to jerk his hips aggressively back and forth.

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Neha's pussy leaked as she watched Helen spit roasted between the two men, defiled and helpless. She remembered her prissy disapproval of Neha's sexuality in the hotel lift. Neha pressed herself to Gani's back, her moist mound and hard nipples crushed against him and slid her arms around his waist as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. This tipped Gani over the edge. He thrust deep into Helen one last time and shot a vast load of semen into her bowels. He held her hips as his dick spasmed for several seconds, before pulling out, turning and kissing Neha deeply.





Robert dropped his wife's head and took Gani's place. Her arsehole was sloppy now, Gani's semen leaking out and soaking the pillows under her pelvis, and he had no difficulty in bottoming out inside her. Gani snatched up the iPad, knowing Robert wouldn't want to miss this.


He had another thought. "You had the serious hots for that kitchen boy with the donkey dick, didn't you?" he whispered in Neha's ear. She didn't attempt to deny it. "Why don't you get him up here?"


In a flash, Neha was dialling room service. "Who's this?" he heard her saying. "Oh, Jake, it's Neha. Can you ask Tyler to come up here, please?"


When the service lift doors opened on the fourth floor, Neha - looking even more naked with no make up - was waiting outside for him. She seized Tyler's hand and pulled him after her. He was only a little surprised when she led him into the Archers' room, but he gaped at the sight of Mr Archer sodomising his motionless wife. Neha was unbuttoning his uniform waistcoat and shirt, pushing them from his shoulders, as she French kissed him. She ran her hands over his chest, drawing back to gaze at his face and chest and tracing the line of his hair down his belly. "So fucking hot," she murmured.





His trousers dropped to his feet and he was once again inside her hot mouth. She sucked on his huge dick with evident enjoyment. She was amazing, Tyler thought, already dangerously close to cumming. He was eager to fuck her and quickly pulled out of her mouth, sitting on the dresser chair and positioning her on his lap, facing him. His cock slid into her, splitting her and pushing urgently at her cervix. She moaned and rocked on him and closed her mouth on his. She was so hot for him - his face, his body, the feel of him inside her. She quivered and arched her back as a huge wave of lust broke inside her and her orgasm shook her to the core. He held her on his lap, savouring the feel of her pussy pulsing around him and groped around for his clothes to find his phone. He snapped a picture of her, her chest flushed with her climax, her pupils dilated, her nipples swollen, and she took the phone from his hand and tapped in her number, texting the photo of herself cumming on Tyler's cock to her own phone. It was the first time in her life she'd given a man her number. She began to move again, but before he could reach his own climax, Robert, who had filled his wife's anus with jizz, was calling him over. He raised his eyebrows at Neha.





"Go on," she said. "I can wait."


Tyler inched his vast dick slowly into Helen's rectum and avidly Robert watched him open her up. His cock was the longest Robert had ever seen, in life or on screen, and he wondered which part of Helen's colon was being invaded. Neha stood behind him stroking his balls as he fucked Helen, and he knew he wouldn't last more than a minute. Sure enough, it was mere seconds later that his semen exploded inside the unconscious woman. He withdrew and a gush of creamy liquid followed.


Done with Helen, he was already kissing Neha again. Reluctantly, he said, "I need to get back to work."


"Will you be serving breakfast?" she asked and he brightened. "See you there."





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Robert and Gani wet a towel and mopped at Helen's leaking backside before drying her off and sliding the pillows from beneath her used body. Neha couldn't see the point. Helen's arsehole was bright red, gaping and inflamed and there was little chance of her not noticing the burnin, chafed tissue when she awoke. They arranged her on her back in the position in which they had first found her, but it wasn't the same. Her lips were bruised and her perfect hair mussed. Robert crawled into bed beside her, saying, "See you both at breakfast," and Gani turned off the light as he and Neha left the room.


Back in 407, Neha took her phone from her purse and texted her boss. "I'm so sorry but no chance of getting in tom been up all nite Neha," it said. She had two new messages, both from Tyler. The first was the photo she had sent herself. The second read "when can i c u?" Smiling, she selected Add to Contacts and then curled herself against Gani, who was already asleep, and closed her eyes.





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