Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

What seemed like twenty men suddenly surrounded me, wanking frantically, to spunk on me as soon as they could. One started fucking me and the rest just stood round my head, jerking off.


"How many are there?" I asked looking up at Pooja.


She did a quick count.


"Nineteen," she replied sounding surprised, "some must be going for round two."


"Not yet," she yelled, at the men, "have some control boys, I want you to try and cum on her, all at the same time."





I had never seen so many cocks, so close in my life, The room smelt of cum, it was over powering.


I could feel myself building to yet another climax, as the guy fucking me started rubbing my clit with his thumb.


"Nearly there guys," she said.


She could sense the tension building in the room and so could I. Any second now one of them was going to shoot his load and it would set the rest of them off too, like fireworks.


"Keep rubbing me," I panted, so close to orgasm, "make me cum, shoot your cum all over me." I shouted, not knowing where it had come from.


That set one of them off all over my face, the biggest load yet. My mouth was open and I coughed and choked on it, trying to swallow it down. The guy rubbing my clit moved away and up towards my face leaving me on the brink of climax. I felt betrayed as I was denied orgasm.


"Keep it in your mouth Kajal, don't swallow it, open wide," said Pooja sounding excited.


I opened my mouth as wide as I could just as the rest of them started cumming on me.


"Cum in her mouth guys," she ordered, "cover her face in your sticky spunk, don't waste a drop."





That was it, they all started cumming at once. A few loads and spurts hit my boobs, a couple of shots onto my belly and the rest were aiming for my mouth. Shot after shot hit my lips and cascaded into my eager mouth. My orgasm had subsided, but I was still so close.


"Don't swallow yet Kajal," gasped Pooja, "hold it as long as you can."


I nodded as my mouth got fuller and fuller, as more and more of them shot it over me. It was raining down on me from all directions. Cock after cock came close to my face, erupted its load and then left again, only to be replaced by another. It was in my eyes and couldn't see properly, I could only hear them jerking and feel it hitting my face, splat after splat. The crowd started to thin out a little and the spurts came less frequently. I was running out of men and I couldn't hold my mouth open much longer, it was making my jaw ache.





Pooja cleared my eyes and licked her fingers, the first time I'd seen her participate in anything sexual. She grinned and looked down at me.


"Think you can swallow all that?" she asked, "it's about twelve loads, I think"


I looked at her through blurry vision and nodded twice slowly.


"Swallow!" she ordered, "Now!"


I closed my lips but struggled to contain it all. It dribbled out of the corners of my mouth. It really was a huge mouthful,hot, thick and sticky. I took a deep breath in through my nose and then gulped to swallow hard. I felt it warm and slimy down my throat and for the first time since this began I felt like being sick.


I gagged but kept my mouth closed.


"Don't you fucking dare," snapped Pooja, "you cum slut, fucking swallow it."


I concentrated and willed away the gag reflex, there was just so much cum I don't know how I kept it down. I swallowed hard.


"Open," she said.


I opened my, now empty, jizz glazed mouth and Pooja peered inside.


"Well done Kajal," she clapped with glee, "absolutely outstanding."


"Is that everyone?" I asked, feeling pleased with myself.





"Has anyone not emptied their balls for Kajal yet?" she asked, looking round the room.


Stacey and Kate lead two guys over and knelt down beside me.


"Just these two left," said Kate.


Stacey and Kate positioned the remaining two cocks right up to my mouth and started jerking them off rapidly, like it was a race.


Kate started to egg them on with dirty talk "come on boys, give little Kajal a nice big load to finish off, she's been such a good girl," she said, in a breathy voice.


Kates man finished first, a really thick sticky dribble dropped off his cock and into my mouth. It felt like porridge and was hot and salty. I swallowed quickly, to get rid of it. I was starting to feel nauseous and didn't think I could swallow much more. My orgasm had long since subsided, but was still there, under the surface.


Stacey kept jerking her man, fast, then slow, long strokes, then short. It wasn't working.


"Don't you want to cum in her mouth?" she said, trying to will him on, "she loves it, she wants your load."


"This is my third load," he said, "I need something extra to make me shoot."


Stacey scooped some cum off my tits and dripped it onto his shaft, using it as lube.


The guy moaned, "fuck yeah, that's it keep going."


She scooped up some more and dripped it onto his glans, which were hovering over my mouth. I flicked my tongue out and started fluttering it over his tip, tasting spunk as it dripped off his cock. That seemed to do the trick.


"He's just got harder," Stacey said, to me smiling, "any second now."


She continued stroking him. The anticipation was killing me.


He groaned, almost in pain, as he started to shoot.


I took his shaft into my mouth, as he climaxed. It was a small thick load and was difficult to swallow.


I was surprised a man could cum three times in such a small amount of time.


"Good boy," Stacey smirked, "I knew you could do it."


The last guy slid out from between my lips and walked off. The show was over.








I lay there as the all the men left the room, the air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. I was coated in man goo, which was now going cold on my body and face. Natalie came over with a towel and wiped my face with it. I felt so dirty, but proud of myself. I had made thirty men shoot their loads over me, without even touching them with my hands. They must have thought I was sexy. My third orgasm had been so close at the end, but I just couldn't get there. I felt frustrated that I hadn't climaxed and mad at myself for nearly gagging. Natalie walked out of the room without cleaning the rest of my body. I was still coated from my chest down to my pussy, but at least my face was clean and I could see without the blur of spunk in my eyes.

[Krishan202]

Stacey and Kate spoke to Pooja for a minute or two and they also left, leaving just Pooja in the room with my glistening body.


"What a great performance Kajal," she said, walking over to me, "I thought at one point you were going to spew cum all over the floor though."


"I nearly did," I giggled, "that was some load to take, I don't know how I kept it down."


"Me neither," she laughed, "did you enjoy it."


I'd have like to have said no, so she wouldn't get the satisfaction, but she'd know I wasn't telling the truth.


"Honestly? Yeah I did, I never thought it would be like that."





"Like what?"


"Like a drug," I said, "I really did like it until that last big load, and I do feel a little sick."


"Sick or frustrated?"


"Why would I be frustrated?" I asked.


"You didn't get that final release, that final climax, did you?," she said, softly, "I could tell you were close, if he'd kept rubbing your button, you'd have cum, wouldn't you?"


"Yes," I panted, realising I still wanted to cum.


She laughed, "I told him to stop," she said.


"What? Why would you do that?" I asked, feeling hurt.


"Maybe, I want to finish you off," she said, squatting down next to my face.


I could smell her body spray and shampoo, she was so close. I felt her hot breath on my neck.


"Really?" I asked, "Why?"


She moved my wet, matted hair from my cheek and tucked it behind my ear. I shivered.


"There's something about you Kajal......I don't know what it is."





She stood up and looked down at my sticky chest, her gaze slowly going lower to my pubic mound. I was still slimy, with a pool of sperm in my navel.


She walked down my left side with two fingers lightly tracing the outline of my slippery boob.


I sighed a blissful sigh.


She kept going lower with her fingers, dipping her hand through the pool of goo in my belly button and onto my pubis. I shivered again.


"Want me to go any lower?" she asked.


"Yes," I purred, almost begging.


"You feel unfulfilled, don't you?" her finger tips circling round on top of my mound.


"Yes," I said again, god she was good.


"You need to cum, to feel that release, mmmmmm, maybe I can help you."


"Yes," I cooed "pleeeeaaaassssse."


Her fingers were laden with creamy cum, as she pushed down to my swollen clit. I was soaking wet inside and out. I watched on the TV monitor, as she expertly parted my inner lips and softly rubbed my erect clit with her two fingers.


"Oooooooooh.... fuuuuccckkkkk......... yeaaaaaaahhhh," I whispered under my breath, "just like that."


"You're absolutely covered in spunk down here Kajal," she whispered, "so slippery."


"I know, I can feel it, " I said, closing my eyes and breathing heavier.


She moved her fingers lower and parted my lips more, teasing the entrance to my hole.


"How many?" she asked.


"How many what?" I asked, not opening my eyes.


"How many fingers do you want me to put inside you?"


"Two," I panted.


"I think three."


Before I could agree with her, she plunged three fingers inside my cunt, up to her knuckles. They slipped in with ease and I felt my pussy stretching as she spread her fingers out inside me. She kept them there, not moving.





"Do you like my fingers inside you?" she asked.


"Yes Miss Pooja," the words were out before I realised what I'd said.


"Good girl," she said, "all my girls call me Miss Pooja."


She took her other hand and dipped into the cum pool, before starting on my clit again.


I gasped and arched my back slightly, biting my lip.


She pulled her three fingers out and went back in with four. I felt so full and my orgasmic feelings were back with a vengeance, as she gently rubbed my clit, in slow circles.


"Such a slimy slit," she said, "How does it feel, do you like it?"


"Fuuuuckkkkk yeah.......I love it Miss Pooja,"


"Want me to make cum?" she asked.


"Mhmmmmmm,"


She started fingering me, slowly pulling her four fingers out and then back in. Each time she went up to her knuckles, she spread her fingers, stretching my inner walls. In and out, slow and steady. I felt the tell-tale tingle in my belly.


"Such a juicy little cooch, baby Kajal," she whispered, "like warm velvet."


"Mmmmhhhmmmmmm," I moaned.


In and out slow and steady.





"It's building inside you, isn't it?" she asked, "I can feel it in you, that little spark, like an itch that needs to be scratched."


"You know it is," I purred, "keep going, just like that, Miss Pooja."


In and out slow and steady. Stretching my insides as she sped up her circles on my clit. I could feel my juices flowing freely from my gaping hole as she stretched her fingers out inside me again.


"It's the first time you've had a woman get you off, isn't it?" she said, "there's no better feeling than cumming from a woman's touch."


"It.....feels..... amazing.....I'm....so......close," I said in a long drawn out breath.


She pulled her fingers out and stopped.


I looked down at her, standing between my legs.


"What the fuck?" I said.


"Me first," she said, sternly, moving back towards my head.


"But I was about to cum," I said, feeling sorry for myself for being denied climax yet again.


"You've had all the attention today and cum twice already," she replied, "and we were disturbed earlier, so now it's my turn."


She unzipped her skirt and wiggled her hips, until it slid down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked her shoes off. She unbuttoned her blouse, down to the first two buttons and then lifted it over her head. She shook her hair back over her shoulder and stood in front of me in her bra and panties.





I got a proper look at her panties now, they were black lace, high leg, bikini cut. She was stunning. I looked up and saw her matching balcony bra, which looked about one size too small. Her cleavage was impressive, with her tits being about the same size as mine.


I instantly wanted to pleasure her. I had no lesbian feelings before, but she was irresistible stood there in her underwear. I lay there staring at her, open mouthed.


"I get that reaction a lot," she laughed, "now, where were we before we got interrupted?"

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She straddled my face as she had before the show.


"About here, if I remember correctly," she said.


She looked down at me between her legs. I looked up and couldn't believe how wet her panties were. The material was sodden and shiny. The inside of her thighs were wet too.


"See what you do to me Kajal?" she whispered, "Look how deliciously wet you've made me. Now....what were we doing before we were so rudely interrupted?"


"I was sniffing your panties Miss Pooja," I replied.


She sat down straight onto my face smothering me.


"So you were", she said, "how do they smell now?"


She wriggled around on my face for a few seconds before standing up again.


"Holy shit! You're so fucking wet," I exclaimed, "I can smell you from here, you smell so horny, I want to taste you."


"Oh, I think the horny bitch likes my wet twat," she laughed and sat down again.





I breathed in and nuzzled my nose into her saturated knickers, taking in her heady scent. I almost came on the spot, I was so fucking turned on by her. I stuck out my tongue and licked her gusset, taking the material into my mouth and sucking on it.


She stood up again.


"Patience," she said, "my pussy's not going anywhere, we won't be disturbed."


"I want you," I panted, "can I see you? Properly without the panties?" I begged.


She sat down again. I sucked her wetness and swallowed it like I was dying of thirst.


"Patience," she said again, as she started grinding her cunt into my face.


She was breathing faster and I thought she must be getting the same tingling in her belly that I had got.


"Mmmmmm that's it Kajal, let me fuck your face," she whispered, "feels soooooo fuckkkkinggg gooooood."


She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face into her crotch.


"Oooooohhhh, sniff that cunt, you little skank," she said lustfully, grinding into my face harder and faster.


She was panting and I thought she was about to cum, but she yanked my hair back and slammed my head down onto the bench, and stood up again.


"Fucking pussy tease," she said.


"What? No. I want to get you off Miss Pooja."


"You will," she said, defiantly, "not yet though."


"Please, I said, "I want your pussy in my face."


"I thought you wanted to see me properly," she said.


"Oh fuck yes, yes, you know I do," I said excitedly.





She grabbed the remote. Whir, clank, choke. She pinned my head to the bench again so I couldn't move, but it wasn't choking me. It took me by surprise. She reached between her legs and grabbed the flimsy material. She pulled it to the side and lowered herself to within six inches of my face. It was magnificent. Full, pink, puffy outer labia, with darker inner lips. Her inner lips protruded and stuck out about a quarter of an inch. Her clit was huge, like a small nipple and just as hard. I knew she would have a plump pussy, from the way it had felt through her underwear.


"Do you like my fat pussy?" she said, lustfully.


I gasped, "It's beautiful," I said, "take you panties off so I can see it properly."


I was surprised when she got up and did as I asked, without saying a word. She wriggled them off and left them on the floor and resumed her position.


I watched in wanton lust as she lowered herself further and spread her lips open with both hands. She was pink and juicy inside. A little droplet of her juice dribbled out from inside and hung from her lips. It was slimy and stringy and looked delicious.


"Tongue!" she ordered.


I obeyed and stuck my tongue out to try to reach her hole.


Her pussy got lower and I could smell her overpowering, womanly scent properly, musky and erotic. Her lips touched my tongue ever so gently as she teased herself. I got my first taste of her delicious cunt and it was incredible. I licked my lips and sighed, as she moved it just out of reach.


"Do I taste as good as I smell?" she asked, in a breathy voice, obviously getting off on teasing me.


"Better," I said "let me lick it Miss Pooja, pleeeeaseee."


She brushed herself against my tongue again and then back up in a rocking motion. She repeated it three or four times, giving me the slightest taste of her cunt each time. The anticipation was killing me, her fragrant cooch driving me wild with desire for her.





"Beg!" she said, "beg for my pussy in your face."


"Please Miss Pooja, let me lick your cunt, I'm begging you, I want to get make you cum."


"Again," she said.


"Please, sit on my face, let me pleasure you, I need it so bad."


She finally sat down, holding herself open with both hands and my tongue slipped straight up her overheating fuck hole.


She gasped, "Fuck my cunt Kajal, fuck me with your tongue."


I did as I was told, willingly and with enthusiasm, my tongue darting in and out of her sopping hole, while she rubbed her clit on my nose. She was getting wetter by the second, soaking my cheeks and chin as she ground into me, practically riding my face.


"Ooooohhhh fuck yeah, right there, keep going Kajal," she whispered.


I continued assaulting her cooch with my tongue, as she got faster. 'She must be close now,' I thought.


"Yeeessss, keep tonging my hole....yes, fuck, you dirty slut, eat that fat pussy."


My face suddenly got even wetter as she started to cum for me. I felt her vaginal walls contracting on my tongue as I tried to push in further. The chain restricted me, she was in total control.


She reached both hands round the back of my head, pulled my hair and pushed her clit onto my warm tongue.





That did it for her. She screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed at my flicking tongue. I sucked on her hard clit and she shuddered to a huge climax. She pushed my head into her crotch and rubbed against my mouth for all she was worth, cumming and cumming and cumming all over my face. Her legs were trembling, she was panting and I could hear my wet lapping sounds as her meaty pussy contracted in spasms. Her orgasm slowly started to subside, and her thrusts into my face got more spaced out. She finally released her hands from my head and sat back onto my chest breathing heavily.


We both stayed still staring into each other's eyes for a few seconds. She broke the gaze first and looked down at her throbbing pussy with a shy smile. It was the first time I'd seen any weakness from her since we'd met. I liked it, she looked almost cute.


"That was so fucking intense," she finally said.


"You're telling me."


"Wow...just fucking wow!" she panted.


Her pussy was dripping onto my neck adding to the mess on the bench. Pooja pushed her hand down her glistening slit, top to bottom, scbanging off her juices. It made her shiver again, so she stopped. My own snatch was leaking too and I knew it was now going to be her turn to make me cum. It wouldn't take long, I was right on the edge and I had nearly climaxed at the same time Pooja did, without her even touching me.


She slowly got off me, a little shaky on her legs, and walked over to her clothes. I was confused.


"What are you doing?" I demanded.


"Getting dressed," she replied, "we're done."


"What? No! You've not made me cum yet!"


"We're done," she said again, putting her skirt on.





"But I made you cum, now it's my turn," I said, almost wanting to cry, I was so full of emotion and rejection.


"No! I made myself cum using your mouth," she said.


"You selfish fucking bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, "I thought we..........."


She didn't let me finish, "you thought what? That we'd become best friends or lovers or something."


"No but......"


"But nothing, you've enjoyed yourself today, you've had two orgasms, that's thanks to me for setting this up for you, you should be more grateful. And now you've made me cum as a thank you, so we're even."

[Krishan202]

I couldn't believe she would change so quickly.


"Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded, as she pulled her blouse back on and straightened herself up.


"We're done," she said, for the third time, picking her panties up from the floor, she hadn't bothered putting them back on.


I had never felt so sexually frustrated in my life. I had been so close to the most intense orgasm of my life and she wouldn't finish me off. Fucking bitch. I guessed this was some sort of power or control thing after she'd showed a glimpse of her weaker side.


Pooja put her dirty panties on the counter top and checked her hair and makeup in a hand mirror. She left the panties, winked at me and left the room without saying another word.


"FUCKING BITCH!" I shouted after her.


The door slammed shut behind her.


I lay there for about three minutes. I wanted to cry. I felt I'd been used for her pleasure and satisfaction with nothing in return for me. The door opened and I prepared myself to give her a mouthful of abuse, but I saw it was Stacey.


"What the fuck is her problem?" I asked.



Stacey said nothing, but gave me a knowing smile. She had a syringe in her hand, the same as last time. She positioned it on my arm and injected me with the sedative. The room went hazy and I passed out.


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I woke up in my own bed. I was dressed in my shorts and vest top, as if I'd gone to bed as normal. My skin felt silky soft and I was clean and dry, with no evidence of the cum party I'd been subjected to. I was still frustrated and angry about Pooja's selfish act. I put the bedside light on and sat up in bed. On the end of the bed was a small brown jiffy bag. I picked it up and looked at the writing on the front. It said:


"Maybe next time xx" It was written in girly handwriting and signed with an "P".


'Fucking bitch,' I thought again.





I opened the envelope and tipped out the contents. There was a small, see through, zip lock bag with something black and soft inside. I unzipped it and pushed my fingers in to see what it was.


It was Pooja's black lace panties. They felt slightly damp and cold. I held them up to my face and sniffed. They were definitely hers. I guess she just wanted to tease me some more, all part of her little mind games. I held them in my hand, thinking of what had happened to me, and how dirty I was to take so much cum and let Pooja fuck my face. There was nothing I could have done, so I was right to enjoy it.


"Fuck it," I said, out loud and slipped my shorts off, already feeling myself getting wet at the thought of what I was about to do.


I pulled her lace knickers on and felt the cold dampness of the material against my already swelling lips. They fitted me perfectly and I felt slutty as hell for wearing another woman's cummy knickers.


"You dirty slut, Kajal," I said to myself out loud.


I pushed my hand down the front of the panties and started to tease my clit. Soft little circles, imagining Pooja touching me. I reached my hand under my ass, into the back of the knickers and pushed two fingers against the entrance to my juicy quim from behind. I teased my slippery hole by gently rubbing, but not penetrating myself.


"Ooohh fuuuuuck Miss Pooja, you're such a tease," I cooed, as I started to rubbing my clitty faster.


I thought of her teasing me, as I masturbated for about five minutes. Slowly building to the climax, I so desperately needed.


"I'm going to cum in your dirty kickers Miss Pooja," I whispered, in a slutty voice, "if you won't get me off I'll do it myself, you fucking cunt tease."


I pushed my two fingers inside and rubbed my clit harder, building, building, building.


"Fuck my pussy, make me cum you slut," I said, fingering myself in and out rapidly.



My own dirty talk triggered me and I couldn't believe how quickly I had got there. I clamped my legs shut, still rubbing myself, bucking and writhing on the bed, as I brought myself to the blissful, intensely satisfying orgasm, that had been denied by Pooja.


I felt Pooja's warm, dirty knickers flood with my bodily fluids as my climax slowly subsided and my juices mixed with hers.


I lay on the bed panting hard and smiling to myself for a few minutes, feeling defiant.


I pulled the bed covers back over me and lay there in the afterglow, thinking that I had got one up on Pooja for doing such a filthy act to her underwear. I slowly drifted off to a peaceful, well deserved sleep.





to be continue............

[rimpikhatun]

Super

[Test07]

It was amazing to see her turn into like that

[Crushed_Burned]

Wow, wonderful.

[Kalyan143]

good one

[Krishan202]

It was winter time and I was feeling happy with my life. Several months had passed, since I was subjected to Pooja's Bukkake party and her lesbian affections towards me. It had made me realise I was attracted to women, as well as men and I had now been seeing a girl for a few months.





Her name was Mouni Roy. A little older than me, but we got on like a house on fire. She was petite and stunningly attractive. Her body was tanned and well-toned, with an ass to die for. She had nice breasts, B cup and big eyes. There was an instant attraction from the day we first met in a Pub. We had practically moved in together, staying at each other's apartments most nights and our relationship was blossoming. She had been a lesbian since she was sixteen years old and said she had always been attracted to women, rather than men. This sexual preference was cemented further, when she was fucked by two men on her 18th birthday. They had attacked her on the way home from a party. She had been dragged her into an alleyway at three o'clock in the morning and they had taken it in turns to fuck her. She never knew who they were and they were never caught. It had put her off men for life. One drunken night she told me all about it and I guessed it took a lot for her to tell me. A few nights later I decided to tell her my own experiences.





I explained to her what had happened to me with Pooja's people, how I was drugged, kidnapped and then gangbang by five men. I told her that initially it was a terrifying experience, but that in the end, I actually enjoyed it immensely. I also told her about the Bukkake party I was coerced into, with thirty men cumming all over me, and the lesbian teasing from Pooja. Mouni was shocked, but not entirely surprised, she knew what a freak I could be in the bedroom, and now knew where I had learnt some of my skills. I told her to tell no-one about it and that it was all part of my sexual history.


I was still attracted to men of course, but I was faithful to Mouni, even though I did sometimes crave sex with a man. Our lovemaking was soft and sensual, but it seemed to lack something I couldn't quite put my finger on.


Mouni was working away all week and I had had a very busy week myself. I stayed up until about nine pm and then finished my wine and went to bed, feeling cold and lonely.


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I was a little woozy when I came round, already knowing I had been taken by Pooja's group. It was the remaining feelings of being drugged, yet again, that gave it away.


My surroundings were completely different to the last time I was there. The room was no bigger than an average sized hotel room, painted white, with a plush cream carpet. There were no windows and only one door. I was lying in a king sized bed and felt free to move around, as I was not tied down in any way. I pulled the back of the black, satin bed sheet , swung my legs round and sat on the edge of the bed taking in the details of the room.



It looked like any other room apart from the lack of windows. There was a large full length mirror at the foot of the bed, a dressing table and a chest of drawers. Apart from that the room was empty.


I stood up and walked over to the door and tried the handle. It was locked, just as I thought, but it was worth a try. I walked over to the mirror to take a look at myself. Unlike the other times I'd been kidnapped, I wasn't naked, which was slightly reassuring, although it did throw me a little. I was wearing white lace panties and a silky, white vest top which barely covered my breasts. The vest hung from my boobs showing my midriff and a lot of cleavage. I had no bra on and no other items of clothing. I spun from side to side admiring my reflection, sticking my ass or boobs out and pouting in the mirror. I thought about how sexy I looked and was busy posing for a few moments, before I noticed the camera in the corner of the room. I stopped immediately and went back to sit on the bed.


'What did they want me for this time,' I thought to myself, 'more of Pooja's sordid film making?'


I wasn't overly concerned, I had been there twice before and had thoroughly enjoyed myself, despite my initial trepidation. No violence had ever been used against me, it was more like psychological torment, than anything else.



A few minutes passed and I heard a key in the door. My heart started pounding and I waited for Pooja to enter. The door opened and two large men in suits entered the room. They looked like doormen or bodyguards. As they parted and stood either side of the doorway, Pooja waltzed in.


"Welcome back Kajal," she smiled, "have you missed me?"


I instantly saw red and pushed off the bed, running towards her "Fucking bitch!" I shrieked, raising my hand to slap her across the face.


The guy on her left stepped forward, caught my arm by the wrist and pushed me back towards the bed, like I was nothing. The back of my legs hit the bed and I tumbled backwards onto the mattress. My flimsy top flipped up exposing my naked breasts from underneath.


"This is why we usually tie you down Kajal," she laughed, stepping forward, "behave yourself and be civilised, we're all friends here."


"Your no friend of mine," I snapped, covering my boobs back up, "not after what you did to me."


"Me? What did I do to you?"


"You know exactly what you did, you selfish bitch!"


"I don't recall, please enlighten me," she said, calmly.


"You used me to get yourself off and then didn't reciprocate."


"Awwwww poor Kajal didn't get to cum," she mocked, "is that all you're angry about?"


"Not entirely, but the main reason, yes," I replied, "there was no need for that, especially after all the teasing you did to me. You know I needed to get off."


"Well I'm sure you've made up for it with that new girlfriend of yours," she said, staring into my eyes, "Mouni? Is that her name?"


I was dumbstruck. I sat there open mouthed with a look of utter shock on my face.


"How did you..."



"We know everything about you Kajal, remember?" she said, "Pretty little thing isn't she?"


"Leave her out of this, she's nothing to do with you," I snapped, feeling angry.


"I would have left her out of this, but you've dragged her into it, haven't you?"


"What? No! How? What are you talking about?" I asked, feeling confused, but knowing exactly where she was heading with the conversation.


"You told her about us, didn't you Kajal?" she said firmly, but still keeping very calm.


"No...I..."


"Don't lie, I know you told her," she said, before I could finish, "we heard every word. The two poor victims, pouring their hearts out to each other. So sweet."


"You've been listening to us?" I asked, "What the fuck?"


"Maybe," she replied, "or maybe we have other methods of tracking you. The fact is you told someone about us, after I specifically told you not to."


"She won't say a word," I said, panicking, " I promise, she'll never tell anyone."


She ignored me.


"This can't go unpunished Kajal," she said, sternly "you know that right?"


I dropped off the bed onto my knees. I clasped my palms together as though I was praying.


"Please Pooja, don't. Don't do anything to her, I'm begging you, pleeeeassse."

[Krishan202]

She looked at one of her bodyguards and nodded. He went in his pocket and took out a dog collar and chain. I had seen it before, last time I was there. It was white leather and studded with diamante. He walked over and strapped it to my neck, pushing me down on all fours and handing the leash chain to Pooja.


"Now that's better," she said, walking round the back of me holding the leash high in the air, "little bitches need to be kept on leash."


I tried to stand up and sit back on the bed, but the she yanked the leash so hard it pulled me over onto my side.


"Down Kajal bitch!" she snapped, "stay on all fours, like the lying dog you are."


I got back onto my hands and knees and turned to stare at her defiantly, over my shoulder.


"Don't look at me like that, and use my correct name when addressing me," she said.


"Your name Pooja," I replied.


She yanked the leash again and pulled me over.


"Try again. I thought I had you trained, last time we met."





"What do you want from me?" I asked, getting back on all fours.


She yanked again, harder this time.


"My name? Say it, you little bitch!" she demanded.


"Miss Pooja, it's Miss Pooja," I said quickly, bowing my head and waiting for the other yank.


"That's better," she said softly, "see it wasn't so difficult to obey me was it?"


I said nothing, just looked at the floor.


"WAS IT?" she shouted, yanking me down again.


"No. No Miss Pooja," I answered submissively.


I was in turmoil, last time we met she was almost loving towards me. Now she was like a woman possessed.


"Now," she said, "are you going to behave yourself like a good dog?"


"Yes Miss Pooja, just please don't do anything to Mouni," I begged.


She moved round in front of me and lowered herself to my level. She put her hand under my chin and forced me to look at her, by pushing my head back. I stared into her eyes.


"I have a surprise for you next door," she said softly, "you'd better do exactly what I say or they'll be further punishment."


I was terrified at her lack of facial expression.


I nodded.


She let go of my chin and my head flopped forward, like a shamed child.


She stood up again.


"Let's give you some training Kajal bitch," she said calmly, pulling on my leash, "when I say up and pat the bed, you jump up on the bed, like a good dog."


"Why are you doing this? I'm sorry I told anyone. OK, Miss Pooja?"


She patted the bed and said "Up," like a dog trainer.


I obeyed, not wanting my neck pulling again.


"Good girl," her dog trainer voice was perfect.


She pointed at the floor and said, "Down."


I obeyed again, staying on all fours.


She started to walk round the small room, "Heel Kajal bitch!"





I followed on all fours, my boobs swinging underneath me, rubbing against the silky fabric.


"Good girl Kajal bitch, I think we have you trained."


I knelt at her feet.


"You've bought this on yourself Kajal, I told you not to tell anyone, do you remember?"


"Yes, I'm sorry Miss Pooja, I'll do anything, just please let Mouni go."


"Time to take my new pet dog for a walk," she laughed, pulling on my leash, "come on Kajal bitch, heel!"


She pulled on my leash again and I followed her on all fours, feeling utterly degraded and humiliated. She led me out of the door and into a corridor. It smelt of fresh paint and new carpets, like a show home. The two bodyguards followed behind me, sniggering at my wiggling ass.


She led me twenty metres down the corridor, occasionally pulling on the leash to assert her authority.


"Good Kajal bitch!" she kept saying, "I've got a nice treat for you."


I was filled with dread. Mouni had already been through enough bad stuff in her life and the last thing I wanted, was anything like this to happen to her.


We stopped at the door and she unlocked it and we went inside. The body guards followed and stood either side of the door after they closed it.


The room was larger than the one I had left and was empty, except for a large round bed in the middle of it and a couple comfy leather chairs. The room was filled with cameras and was brightly lit with video screens on the far wall. I had seen this type of set up twice before and knew I was about to be fucked or worse. I guessed this was to be my punishment.





The bed itself was covered with black, satin sheets and a few throw pillows, also in black satin. The most prominent thing in the room was a girl kneeling upright on the bed with a dog leash on, identical to mine. Another bodyguard in a black suit was holding her leash from the other side of the bed. She had her hands tied behind her back.


She was wearing identical clothing to me, white lace panties, silky, loose vest top barely covering her naked breasts. The only difference between her and me was that she had a white satin sack on her head. My heart pounded as I thought about what Mouni must be going through, scared and disoriented, like the first time I was there.


She looked sexy as ever, as I looked at her from bottom to top. Toned tanned thighs, slim waist, vaguely visible abs, big breasts, soft neck line.


'Wait. big breasts?' I thought, 'that's not Mouni, no way. '


My train of thought was lost as I got a yank on the leash.


"Heel bitch," said Pooja, pulling me along towards the bed, "I have a play toy for you, seeming as if you like girls."


I said nothing, just stared at the girl, feeling relieved that it wasn't Mouni.


She patted the bed.


"Up bitch," she said, "on the bed like a good dog."


I obeyed and got on the bed next to the girl, the sheets felt silky smooth under my naked ass, as I sat up on my knees, the same as the girl.


"Two sexy little bitches together," she giggled, "I believe you two know each other."


I looked at the girl next to me. I knew it wasn't Mouni, but she did seem familiar. I could smell her coconut body lotion, which I knew I recognized.


I played dumb, "I don't know her," I said, speaking for the first time since entering the room.


"Kajal?" the girl on the bed asked me, "is that you?" she sounded scared out of her wits.


I recognised her voice straight away and I reached up to remove the sack from her head.


"Nisha?" I asked, as I lifted the bag from my sister's head.


I went to throw my arms around her and give a hug, but I was yanked away by Pooja and my sister was yanked the other way by the bodyguard.


"How touching," mocked Pooja, "two bitches from the same litter, what a lovely reunion."


"What the fuck is she doing here? Let her go." I ordered, rearing up to Pooja.


The bodyguard stepped up, but Pooja waved him off.


"I told you what would happen if you ever told anyone, didn't I?"


"Let her go, she's nothing to do with this."


"What did I say to you? Repeat it back to me."


"You said if I told anyone, you would bring my sister or mother in here and make me watch."


"Watch what?" she asked, quizzically, "go on say it." She was getting off on it.


I looked at Nisha and I started to cry.





"Watch one of your guys fuck her in the ass," I sobbed, shaking my head at Nisha in apology.


Nisha broke down in tears and collapsed on the bed. I moved over to comfort her. I put my arms round her and hugged her on the bed. She was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.


"I'm so sorry Nisha, I never thought this would happen," I said to her softly.


"Your sisters got you into a lot of trouble Nisha," Pooja butted in, "she's been saying things she shouldn't have and now you're both in for punishment."


"Please don't," I said, "do what you want to me, but let my sister go."


"I don't make empty threats Kajal, she's going to get her ass fucked and it's all your fault."


Nisha regained some control and looked up at me with big, sad, wet eyes.


"Who are these people?" she asked me.


"A bunch of fucking sickos," I replied, looking at Pooja.


Nisha spoke up, "Are you in charge here?" she asked Pooja.


"My, my, the little bitch has a voice after all," she said sarcastically, "yes I'm calling the shots."


"Let us both go and I'll do what you want, just don't hurt my baby sister." Nisha said, drying her eyes.


"You're the older one? Oh I thought your slut sister was older than you. She's a filthy bitch you know. Do you know she likes to fuck girls?" laughed Pooja.


Nisha looked directly at me with a puzzled look on her face, before she carried on.


"Yes I'm older by three years, so what? Let us go, I'll do what you want."


"I know you'll do what I want," she said to Nisha, "You have no choice in the matter. Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"


Nisha didn't answer, but looked away. Her silence gave her away.


"You have! Well , well, it looks like being a slut runs in the family, you pair of filthy bitches," she said, looking at each of us in turn, "one loves big cocks, spunk and pussy and the other likes anal."


We both fell silent, neither of us wanting to admit our perversions in front of each other.


Pooja looked back towards the door.


"Bring them in," she yelled.


The door opened and three men came in. They were naked and already hard. They lined up next to the bed.


"Pick one," she said to Nisha.





Nisha looked at the three men's cocks, probably trying to find the smallest, or so I thought. They were all shaved and varied from six to nine inches. She picked the smallest at six inches.


"I don't think so," said Pooja, "I'm sure an anal whore like you can take it bigger. You can have this one." She pushed the eight inch guy forward.


"No I can't take that, I'm used to smaller," said Nisha.


"Thanks guys, you two can leave." she ignored Nisha and the other two men left the room.


"How do you want it?" Pooja asked Nisha, "on all fours like a dog, or you on top?"


"I'm not taking that," she replied, "it's too big."

[Krishan202]

Pooja looked at the bodyguards, "Pin her down, we haven't got all day," she ordered.


Before I could do anything Pooja yanked my leash and pulled me off the bed. A bodyguard picked me up and pinned my arms behind my back with one hand. He grabbed my chin and pointed my gaze in the direction of the bed, making me watch.


The other two bodyguards grabbed Nisha and pushed her face down into the pillows on the bed and pulled her ass up into the air, spreading her legs open. She screamed and tried to fight free, but they were too strong and she stood no chance.


The naked guy lined himself up with her ass, dribbled saliva onto his cock and pulled her panties to the side so he could slip into her like a prize bull claiming his female mate.


"Look Kajal," Pooja said, "Your sister is about to take a cock in the ass, against her will, because of you. How do you feel about that?"


"Fucking let her go," I shouted, trying to escape, "No! Don't do it. Not like this."


He started to push into her and she screamed and bucked, managing to shake him off.


"Stop!", shouted Pooja, just as he was about to push into her for a second attempt.


"Please. No," I begged, "Don't do it by force, she said she'd do it, but not like this, she's not even aroused properly yet. Remember your saying Miss Pooja, about it not being bang if she's wet."


"What are you suggesting?" asked Pooja.


"She needs foreplay, at least let her enjoy it."


"Hmmmmm, my boys don't do foreplay Kajal, and I'm not going to get her wet. So I guess that just leaves you."


"You sick bitch, she's my sister," I replied.


"I know she's your sister, but that's a great idea Kajal," said Pooja, more seriously, "Yes. I think you should get her nice and wet and then she can take it in the ass. He can use her pussy juice as lube. And we can film your incestuous acts, for our clients and kill two birds with one stone."


"I didn't mean me," I said, "Maybe Kate or Stacey could do it?"


"No they're busy girls," she said, dismissively "it's either you or I just let him fuck her cute little ass. It's your decision. I'll give you five minutes to talk it over with big sis."


She looked at the bodyguards and the naked guy and nodded. They let go of my sister and left the room with Pooja.


I jumped on the bed, untied her hands and hugged Nisha tight. She was sobbing into my chest and she put her arms around me.


"It's alright Nisha," I said softly, trying to reassure her, "we'll work this out, I promise."
I spent two minutes giving her an update on what had happened to me over the last few months and that we had to do as they said. I told her about my gangbang and bukkake and how I was scared to begin with, but grew to love it and almost crave it. I told her it would probably feel traumatic to begin with, but she should let herself go and enjoy it if she could.


"These people are sick," she said, "but I guess we have no choice."



"That's right, they can get to us and the rest of our family or loved ones," I explained, "We don't want anyone else dragging into this. At least we can cope with this sort of thing, we've been through a lot together."


"Yes we've been close for years sis," said Nisha, "but this is pushing boundaries, don't you think?"


We sat in silence for a moment. Each of us lost in our own thoughts of what we were about to do.


Nisha broke the brief silence.


"Do you know what to do? You know...how to get me going," she said, smiling coyly.


"For fucks sake Nisha, of course I do, I'm not you're baby sister anymore."


She laughed, "No. Apparently not from what you've just told me. And you like girls now too, by all accounts."


"I like both," I said, giggling, "I just didn't think it would be with my sister. Anyway you're a fine one to talk, you're the one who likes anal sex."


She blushed, "Only occasionally, but I do like the feeling, yes. Have you ever tried it?"


I screwed up my face, "No I haven't, the idea of it disgusts me."


"Thanks a lot," she chuckled, "so now you think I'm a dirty slut? It's nothing compared to what you've done."


"No I didn't mean it like that, we need to stick together, just try to go with it when I start touching you, this is fucked up to say the least."


"What's it like with another woman?" she asked, "I've never had sex with a woman before."


"Its soft and sensual," I said, "different than being with a man. I'll lead you and take control if you'd like. You know how to touch yourself, don't you?"


"Yes of course I do," she said, blushing again, "I can be a bit of a freak in the bedroom when I get going."


"Well touch me, how you like to be touched and you won't go too far wrong, I'll guide you."


Before she could say anything else, the door opened and the group returned with Pooja. She had the three bodyguards and all three naked men from earlier.


"Well?" she asked, "What's it to be?"


"I'll do it," I said, looking across to my sister.


"Do what?" asked Pooja, merely wanting me to say it out loud.


"I'll get her going for you,"


"Get her going? I don't understand Kajal, what do you mean exactly?"


"I'll get my sisters pussy wet, so you can have your guys fuck her in the ass," I almost shouted it at her, "Is that what you want to hear?"


"That's better," she smirked, "this I have to see."


She sat in one of the leather arm chairs facing the bed. The body guards stood near the door and the three naked men sat on the floor, at Pooja's feet.





"Get started then," she said, waving her arms at me.


"Are you going to watch?" asked Nisha.


"You bet your ass, I'm going to watch," she replied, excitedly, "the bitch sisters making love together, I wouldn't miss this for the world."


"Sick fuck," I said.


"Get on with it."


I gestured for Nisha to stand up in front of the bed facing Pooja. She followed my instructions, standing with her arms folded over her breasts, obviously feeling embarrassed at having an audience. I stood behind her and gently made her drop her arms by her side. She looked vulnerable and shy, as I moved closer behind her. I removed her dog collar and brushed her long, dark hair behind her ear. She flinched slightly as I nuzzled behind her ear and kissed her neck ever so softly. I traced down her bare arm with the back of my fingers and then back up to her shoulder. I continued kissing her neck, inhaling her perfume and feeling her warm skin against my lips. She responded with a soft moan.


"It's ok sis," I whispered in her ear, "just go with it."


She closed her eyes and leant her head back to expose more of her neck.


I kissed further round, onto her collar bone and looked down her top at her heaving chest. Her boobs were a lot bigger than mine, but still very pert. They were round and hung under her top, defying gravity. I slipped both my hands down to her waist and slowly worked them up towards her boobs. I stopped short and went back down across her belly to her waist band, teasing her. She responded by reaching behind me and stroking my ass. Her touch was soft, as a woman's touch should be, it felt nice and I tried to block out that she was my sister.


I continued kissing her neck , as I slowly slipped my fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. She gasped, thinking I was going straight for the prize, but I slipped them back out and up towards her breasts again. My nails lightly caught the underside of her boobs and she shivered. I worked back down to her knickers again as she gripped my butt cheek gently and squeezed.


To say, this was turning me on, was an understatement. It felt incredibly hot, but also so wrong at the same time. Hearing her moan at my touch and imagining what was happening inside her underwear was driving me crazy.


I stopped kissing her and looked her in the eye.


"Do you like it?" I whispered, "Does it feel nice, when I touch you?"





She nodded and reached her hand round the back of my neck pulling me closer. She kissed me softly on the lips, the way sisters shouldn't kiss. Her lips were plump and soft and felt amazing against mine. My hands tracked up her belly and gently brushed against the sides of her breasts through the vest top. I kept going as her tongue found my lips and forced its way in, encircling my own tongue.


My fingers found the straps to her vest top and I slowly thumbed them off her shoulders and let go, letting it slip down her body and fall at her feet. Her boobs stuck out, big and round and soft. She sighed as I moved my hands down and traced the outline of them, teasing her some more. I dropped my hands back down to her underwear and slipped them in again, further this time, but not enough to reach her womanhood.


She stopped kissing me and pulled away a little, looking at me with lustful eyes.


"Please," she said, "Touch me there."


I moved my hands back up to her breasts and smiled at her.


"Patience," I whispered, cupping her tits in both hands and feeling how truly magnificent they were.


They were heavy and warm, so soft, with large pink nipples, almost pointing at the ceiling.


She gasped at my sudden attention on her breasts and arched her back and started kissing me more passionately. I pulled away and put my finger on her lips.


"Slow and gentle sis, " I said softly, "don't rush it."


"Fuck, you're good at this," she panted, "I want you to touch me, so badly."


I kissed her softly and cupped her boobs once more, gently lifting them and caressing them, enjoying her shape and feel. I could feel my knickers getting wet and she hadn't even touched me yet.


Her tongue explored my mouth as I dropped one hand lower and into her waistband again.


"Yes touch me," she pleaded, "feel what you've done to me."


I could feel the heat coming up from her pussy and knew she was soaked. Nisha tried to push my hand into her panties, running out of patience at the anticipation.


I pulled my hand back out, turned in front of her and pushed her backwards onto the bed, landing on top of her. I pinned her arms by her sides and put my knee between her thighs forcing them apart. I kissed her hard on the mouth and rubbed my knee into her wet crotch, before lowering my head and taking her nipple in my mouth. I sucked and licked gently, swapping from left to right enjoying the taste of girl sweat from her skin. She gasped, threw her head back and started grinding her panty clad pussy onto my leg. She fought her hands free and grabbed at my vest pulling it over my head and exposing my tits right in front of her face. She wasted no time in cupping them and sucking on my nipples.


"Holy fuck sis," I gasped, "yeeeaaahhh that's it, suck my titties."


I moved my wet leg from between her legs and slipped my hand straight into her panties and down onto her overheating cunt. She was soaking wet and her hips rose to meet my touch. I found her throbbing clit straight away and started rubbing slowly.


"Shit sis," she said, "this is so wrong."


"Want me to stop?" I asked.


"Fuck no, keep rubbing me."


I continued my assault inside her knickers, as she sucked and fondled my naked boobs.


"You pair of dirty fucking bitches," came a voice from behind me.





It was Pooja. I had forgotten she was there, we were so into each other. We both turned to look at her. She was sitting in the chair one hand down the front of her skirt. She looked slutty as hell and was obviously getting off to our little show. We both giggled and got back to pleasuring each other.


"Show your sister how good you are at licking pussy Kajal," she said.


Nisha stopped and looked up at me from under my breasts.


"Do you want to?" she asked, "I don't mind." She slipped her hands under her ass and peeled off her sodden knickers, slowly and passed them to me.


"You've made my underwear all soggy," she laughed.


Wow her panties were wet. I held them to my nose and inhaled my sister pussy scent, deeply. She smelt so fucking hot. I threw them at Pooja and watched her do the same. I sat up on the bed and removed my own wet panties and pushed them, gusset first into my sisters open mouth. She looked apprehensive at first, but sucked on the material and seemed instantly in love with my taste. She took them out and held them in her hand smelling me, before dropping them onto the floor.


"Eat me," she begged, "eat my cunt."


My own pussy was throbbing and dying for attention, so it seemed only fair to straddle her face in a 69 position. At first she shied away from my womanhood and I thought she didn't quite know what to do with it.


"Just do what I do," I said, bending down to tease the inside of her thighs with my tongue and lips.





She copied me and I felt her warm breath and mouth inches from my pussy. I went closer, grazing her clit and waited to feel her do the same. She did, it was like I was teasing myself, not just her. I licked up the sides of her glistening slit, over her clit and back down the other side to her ass. She tasted so good, sweet and musky. She did the same to me and I moaned with pleasure.

[Krishan202]

"Finger me," gasped Nisha, from between my legs, "like this." She pushed two fingers into my swollen cunt and started finger fucking me, while sucking on my clit.


"Oh fuck sis, you know exactly what I want, that's it, fuck me."


"Mmmmmm sis has got a juicy little snatch, hasn't she?" she giggled.


"You've made it like that," I purred, as I pushed two fingers inside her, "you're sopping wet too."


"Ooooooohh fuck yeah, fuck my pussy," she said.


We rolled onto our sides, still between each other's legs and continued to masturbate each other. Fingering each other and then stopping to lick each other's labia top to bottom. She tasted amazing and she copied what I did to her. I could feel the fluttering in my belly as my orgasm began to build and hoped she was feeling the same. I removed my fingers from her pussy and pushed my tongue deep inside, feeling her tight walls, velvety smooth and slippery. I sucked on her pussy lips, taking them into my mouth and savouring her taste. She reciprocated and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came in my sisters face.


"You're going to make me cum," I said to her, hoping she would say the same.


"I hope so," she said, lapping away at my clit and fingering me rhythmically, "I've never made a girl cum before."


"Oooooh fuck sis, just like that, steady pace, don't stop, keep rubbing." I stopped the attention on her pussy, enjoying my orgasm building.


Slurp, slurp, lick, lick, steady fingering. I felt it building inside me.


"Make me cum sis, fuck my pussy, eat my cunt."


Slurp, slurp, lick, lick, in and out with her fingers. Building stronger.


"Ooooooh,"


Building, building.


"Ooooooh,"


Building, building, building.


"Fuck."


I climaxed in a huge wave as my sister kept going, licking my clit and plunging her fingers in and out of my tight hole. I felt a huge wash of juice leave my cooch and rain down on her face as I came all over her.


"Fuck I'm cumming," I panted, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck my tight cunt."


Nisha kept going, thrusting in and out of my wet fuck hole, until I couldn't take any more and I rolled off her face and collapsed with my head between her legs, panting hard.


I had cum so hard, I was exhausted. She hadn't shown a glimmer of orgasm. I felt disappointed for her, as I started to rub her clit and finger her pussy again.


"I made you cum," she laughed, "I made my sister cum."


"Yes, it was so fucking hot. Now I want to make you cum," I replied.


"Not like that you won't," she said, "I need something more."


There was an edge to her voice, like she wanted to tell me something, but felt embarrassed.


"Anything," I said quickly, "let me get you off."


"Are you sure?"


"Yes, of course, tell me."


"You won't think any less of me?"


"No! Tell me."


"Keep doing what you're doing but...slip a finger in my asshole," she said.


"Really?" I asked, "You like that?"


"Love it, you should try it."


I rolled her onto her front and she stuck her ass and pussy in the air like a lioness presenting itself for penetration. She looked incredible, a firm round ass, wet slit and puckered asshole. It looked irresistible to me. I parted her bum cheeks and I licked her anus softly. The first time I had done such a filthy act and I loved it from the word go. She was smooth and silky as I licked from her clit to the small of her back. I tasted pussy, then sweat, then her ass and then sweat again. It was indescribable.


My sister cooed like a dove.


"Mmmmmm that's it, now stick your finger in."


I held her cheeks open with one hand, spat on her bum hole and slid my index finger inside her butt. It felt like nothing I'd done before, so , so tight and nothing like a pussy. I thought it would feel the same as fingering a girl, but this was something else. I slid it back out spat on her ass again and slid it back in. I felt her relax this time and she was less tight.


"Ok," she said, "Put one finger in my ass and two in my cooch and rub my clit with the other hand, I'll cum in minutes."


"You certainly know what gets you off," I said.


"What can I say," she said, " I'm a dirty bitch."


"I never knew you were like this."


I removed my finger from my sisters ass, wiped my fingers round her wet fuck hole and slid all three inside her in one go. One into her anus and two into her pussy. I reached down and started rubbing her clit with my other hand, as I licked the skin between her asshole and pussy.


"Holy shit," she panted, "just like that, give me a good, slow fucking just like that."





I remembered how Pooja's dirty talk had once tipped me over the edge and thought I'd try it for myself.


"Oh sis, you like me fucking your dirty holes, don't you?" I said in slutty voice.


"Fuck yeah, you know I do."


"Yeah? You like me fingering your wet cunt and little asshole?"


She reached down and took over from me, rubbing her own clit. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to use both hands.


"Oooh slutty sister, wants more fingers doesn't she?"


"Mmmmmmm." She replied.


I took my finger out of her anus and pushed three fingers inside her cunt.


"How many fingers does big sis want in her ass?" I whispered.


"Two," she replied, " for now."


"Oooh kinky slut," I giggled.


I licked and spat onto my fingers and gently pushed them inside her warm hole. She felt tight again, but relaxed as they slipped in up to my knuckle.


"I'm so close, " she panted, taking the pain of her ass stretching open, "take it slow and fuck me deep in both holes."


Just hearing her talk like that was insanely erotic. She was my big sister and I was doing unthinkable things to her body. I was so worked up I felt my own labia hanging freely between my legs and dripping onto my thighs. I pushed in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, licking her perineum at the same time. I kept my ass fingers wet, by dribbling saliva onto them to keep them lubricated. I felt her start to tremble.


"Ooooh Nisha, are you going to cum?" I asked, " Let me make you cum."


"Yes,," she panted, "keep going just like that, don't stop."


In and out slow and deep into both holes, feeling her tighten down on me, gently at first.


"I can feel it building in you," I said, "let it go, let the pleasure engulf you."


"Oh Kajal," she gasped.


In and out deeply. Her pussy and ass starting to pulse.


"Oh fuck."


Legs trembling, pussy and ass tightening and contracting.


"Oh fuck. I'm fucking cumming!"


She pushed her ass high in the air, buried her face in the pillows and let out a huge scream of pleasure. Her cunt walls and ass muscles pulsed down tight onto my fingers as I carried on fucking her.


"Cum for me Nisha," I cried, "Cum you little slut."


She was squealing now and I felt a squirt hit my hand and liquid dripped onto the bed. I pushed my fingers into her ass and pussy as far as I could as she convulsed on the bed beneath me, in a full body orgasm. I had never seen anything like it. Her pussy continued to contract and squirt the satin sheets, with less force each time, until she finally collapsed and I removed my fingers.





I immediately got behind her and held her tight, spooning and kissing her shoulders. She shivered as her orgasm came to a blissful end in my arms. We lay there not moving for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. She rolled over and kissed me tenderly, before snuggling under my neck, shy and embarrassed.


"Sorry. I make a mess when I cum hard like that," she said softly.


"It was amazing," I said, "I wish I could squirt like that."


"You gushed onto my face," she giggled, "that's nearly squirting."


I heard movement from Pooja as she approached the bed.


I rolled Nisha onto her front and I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs in front of Pooja.


"You fucking incestuous little sluts," she laughed, "That was one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed, especially as you're sisters."


I sat up on my elbows and looked at her. She was flushed to her neck, pink and flustered.


"Get turned on did you Miss Pooja?" I said sarcastically, rocking my leg from side to side.


She hitched her skirt up and pushed her hand into her panties. She pulled her slimy fingers out and spread them apart in front of me and Nisha, showing us how stringy and sticky they were.


"You could say that yes," she smirked.


Nisha shuffled forward on all fours and sucked Pooja's fingers.


"I'm ready for some cock now Miss Pooja," she said, in a submissive tone, "which one of them is going to fuck my ass."


"You pair are unbelievable," exclaimed Pooja, with a look of disbelief on her face, "she's dirtier than you are Kajal and that's saying something."


Nisha tipped her head and looked shy and cute, "Maybe one of them could fuck Kajal too, I think she's craving a cock, she's only had girls in the last few months. What do you say sis? Fancy some fun with these three guys," she pointed at the three guys on the floor, whose cocks looked ready to explode.


"I'm not taking it in the ass," I said, "It's just not my thing."


Nisha sidled up to me like an excited puppy and linked arms with me. She looked me in the eye.


"Do you still like cock?" she asked me.


"Of course I do."


"And you love spunk too, right?"


"Yes." I said concisely.


"I'm sure we can work something out. Right Miss Pooja?", asked Nisha, looking up at her with her puppy dog eyes, "Maybe you'd like to join in too."


Pooja was silent. Dumbstruck. It was the first time I'd seen her lost for words and I felt defiant over her.


Nisha moved closer to Pooja and stoked her hands up her thighs. Pooja didn't move, just stood there staring at me.


"What's got into your fucking whore of a sister?" she asked, slapping Nisha's hands down, just as she reached her crotch.


She walked over to me, grabbed my dog leash and yanked me backwards onto the bed.


"Keep your fucking sister under control Kajal bitch," she sneered, "or I will."


Nisha slid over and helped me up, trying to take my leash off.


"Fucking leave it on her," she shouted, "and put yours back on too."


I picked her collar up and refitted it, feeling slightly annoyed at my sister for angering Pooja, just when she was showing her softer side again.


"Fucking behave," I whispered, under my breath, "what's got into you?"


Nisha bowed her head and looked sorry for herself.


"Right guys," announced Pooja, directing herself at the three naked men, "these slutty siblings need a good fucking. Nisha likes anal and pretty much anything by the look of it, Kajal deepthroats a cock like a pro and loves cum inside her. I'll leave it up to you what you do to them. If they get out of hand, use the leash."


"Yes Miss Pooja," the men replied.


"Oh. I almost forgot, if Kajal doesn't do as she's told, you can all take it in turns to fuck her asshole."



I flinched at the thought of it. I didn't know how my sister took it in the ass, the idea of it made me squirm. I was intrigued to see how she'd react to a large cock spreading her open. She just didn't seem phased by any of it, now that she was feeling so horny.


The three men approached, looking ready to burst, their cocks were so hard.


"Hi boys," said my sister, "did you enjoy the show, look how hard we've made you."


She was unbelievable.


She sat on all fours on the bed and opened her mouth to receive the first guy as he approached. I copied her and took the guy with the biggest cock. I watched in amazement as Nisha stroked his length twice and then popped it into her mouth and starting bobbing her head back and forth like a whore. I opened wide and throated nine inches of meat in one go, not even touching it with my hands. My sister spat the cock out and looked in awe as the guy fucked my face.



"Holy shit Nisha, how do you do that? You fucking slut."


I took him balls deep and winked at her before he slipped all the way out, with a flood of saliva.


"I have no gag reflex," I said, "give it a try."


She slid over to me and held the nine incher at the base. She tilted her head back and tried to deep throat it, but ended up gagging and spitting all over the sheets.


I laughed, "not as easy as it looks, is it? Maybe you should stick to anal."


The third guy was licking Nisha's ass and pussy from behind, commenting about her to the other two guys.


"You should taste her cunt guys, she's delicious."


"Good at sucking cock too," the other one replied.


"This one can take it so deep it's incredible," said the one in my mouth.


The guy behind us then moved to me and licked my pussy and asshole. I flinched at the new sensation, so he grabbed my hips and pulled his face into my butt crack. He licked gently round my anus and then back to my pussy, finally stopping and giving his full attention to my clit.


I gasped as the cock slipped out of my mouth once more. I wanked him off, licking his tip.


"Fuck my pussy," I ordered the guy behind me, looking over my shoulder.


He didn't need telling twice. He stood on the floor next to the bed and buried his shaft inside me. His cock was fat and my pussy walls stretched with ease, to take him inside me. He reached underneath and grabbed one of my freely swinging tits and started caressing it. It felt so good to have a thick cock inside me after so many months without one.


"Oh fuck yeah, fuck me," I gasped "spit roast me guys."


The guy in front of me slid back into my wet mouth, as I rocked back and forth on all fours.





Nisha spat the guys cock out and moved behind me, still on all fours. She started licking my anus. The sensation of her warm tongue was a new one for me, and although it felt strange it also felt very pleasurable.


"Don't just stand there," she snapped, at her guy, "stick it in my pussy."


He didn't need telling twice either. He slid into my sister with a slurping sound as the air pushed out of her and he too grabbed her tits and started driving into her.


She gasped with pleasure.


Every now and then I'd take the cock out of my throat and give instructions.


"Oh yeah, rub my clit."


"That's it Nisha, lick my ass."


"Fuck me deeper."


Nisha was joining in too, but seemed to like name calling.


"Fuck my dirty pussy, you filthy cunt!"


"Squeeze my tits, dirty fucker."


She really was a freak when she was turned on. I never knew she could be like this.


After a few minutes of this, I saw the guy in Nisha's pussy get that tell-tale look on his face, that he was almost there. His eyes closed and he was leaning back, thrusting deeper into her pussy.


"He's going to cum in you sis," I said.


"Do it over my ass, " she said, lustfully.


I took the nine inch cock out of my throat and shifted over, towards Nisha's ass. The guy fucking me, slipped out of my slippery snatch, as I pushed my sisters ass, to separate her from the guy fucking her. I took hold of his slick cock and started wanking him rapidly to finish him off on Nisha's ass.


"Come on dirty boy!" I coaxed him, "Don't you want to spray your load all over my sisters asshole, look she's waiting for it."


"Oh yeah, cum all over my cute little butt," Nisha joined in, " give me a nice hot load, to lube me up for your friend."


As she said that, he started to squirt thick jets of spunk in her direction. I aimed his cock onto her anus and Nisha pushed back, sticking her ass in the air to take his load. The guy moaned in ecstasy as his first shot splatted onto her butt cheeks, before I got my aim correct and coated her star shaped hole.


"Mmmmmm. Feels all warm and sticky," giggled Nisha, spunk dripping down her crack, "now which one of you wants to fuck my cummy asshole?"


The guy who'd been fucking me was there like a shot, lining himself up.


"How big is he?" asked Nisha, looking over her shoulder, trying to see his cock.


"About eight inches" I said, shifting myself round for a better look, "and pretty thick."


"Take it slow," she said to him, "that's bigger than I'm used to."


I spread my sisters butt cheeks, as he put his cock against her tiny puckered hole. I had no idea how she would take such a big cock in such a small hole, but I was intrigued to see it first-hand. He rubbed his cock in her crack, coating it with cum and then stated to push into her. There was initially a lot of resistance from her anus and her cheeks were pushed inwards, and I wondered if she could take it. Then it was as if she suddenly relaxed and he slipped straight inside her with a gasp of pleasure and pain. It almost looked like someone poking a hole in a plastic carrier bag with their finger, seeing it stretch and then finally give way.



"Ow, ow, ow, ow," my sister panted, moving forward slightly and taking the pain, "stop moving, give me minute."


"You OK sis?," I asked, "you look well stretched."


"Fuck!," she gasped, taking a deep breath, "he's bigger than I thought."


"Just relax," said the guy in her ass, "relax and it won't hurt, I can still feel you tensing, it's really tight."

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She took another deep breath and pulled forward and I saw her asshole gripping his shaft as he started to slide out. Then she pushed back towards him, taking it back in. The guy stood there, not moving, he let her do all the work, whilst she got used to the feeling. She did this a couple of times and seemed more comfortable with it and the pained look on her face started to disappear.


"Ooooooh pleasurable pain," she moaned, "nothing quite like it, take it slow and give me a cock to suck on, to take my mind of it a little."


The guy I'd been throating, stuck his cock in her mouth and started fucking her face. She could only take half of it without gagging. I just sat there in awe as I watched my sister doing, what I thought, was the dirtiest thing I had ever seen. She looked incredible. So dirty, so sexy, this was raw filthy sex and I felt slightly jealous of her abilities.


"Fuck that looks so hot," I sighed, "I never knew my sister was such a dirty skank."


I reached under her and found her sopping quim. I slid two fingers inside and rubbed her clit with my thumb, as I started to finger her. Her pussy felt much tighter than before, due the cock in her ass. I could feel it slowly fucking her, through the thin wall, between her pussy and rectum.


"Holy shit I'll cum again if you keep doing that," she whimpered, rocking back and forth.


"Good," I said, "You seem to like double penetration."


"You should try it sis, it's sensational," she panted, still sounding in pain.


I watched the thick shaft sliding in and out of her, as he started to take control and fuck her properly. It was slow and deep and she loved every second of it. Each time he pulled back, her anus puckered up and gripped his shaft and then yielded as he pushed back in. It seemed to be getting easier for her with every stroke.


"Fucking hell sis, I don't know how you do it," I uttered, "that's a big cock inside your butt."


"I'm close now, keep fingering me." she gasped, in between thrusts.


The guy in front of her, was now wanking off, watching her take it in the ass.


"Don't let him cum in your face sis, his load is mine, I earnt it more than you did."


She panted and breathed heavier. So did the guy in her ass. He was about to cum.





If she was going to squirt again, I wanted to taste it. I got underneath her and started licking her clit, as I continued to finger fuck her cooch, in time with the guys anal thrusting.


"Mother fucker!" shouted Nisha, "You dirty bitch."


I couldn't talk, I had a mouthful of clit.


I felt her pussy clamp tight and imagined her asshole doing the same. She was starting to cum hard. The tightness was too much for the guy and he started to twitch uncontrollably as he shot his wad deep inside Nisha's ass. Almost simultaneously, she let out a huge shriek of pure ecstasy as she came with a huge squirt of juice. My positioning was perfect, as I received a forceful gush of my sisters cunt juice right to the back of my mouth. She came with such force it hit my throat and bounced back out dripping all over my face. She squirted and squirted as the guy emptied his balls inside her. His balls were finally drained as Nisha flopped forward and his cock spilled out of her overstretched hole.


I swallowed her gift and moved from underneath her, as she lay flat on her stomach, exhausted. I tasted her female ejaculate, it was really salty and runny, not like pussy juice at all. It was the pure essence of sex. I was envious and jealous of her, for squirting and taking anal so easily.


I sat up taking a quick glance at her butt hole, as it recovered to its original size, oozing cum. There was one guy left, the nine incher and I knew exactly what to do with him.


I grabbed his massive, rock hard shaft and throated it several times, as Nisha got her breath back, staring at me. I slipped it from between my lips and shoved it into Nisha's mouth. She could only manage half, which was just what I wanted, as it left enough shaft for me to jerk him off, as she sucked him.


"His load is mine," I said, forcefully, "Don't you fucking dare swallow it!"


Nisha nodded submissively.


That was enough for him, hearing us fighting over his cum load made him shoot directly between Nisha's pouting lips. I milked him off into my sister's mouth, until he was completely drained. I even grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed the last drops from his cock.


My jealousy of my sisters sex acts was now overpowering me. I dropped my head in front of her, lying on my back and pulled her mouth onto mine, forcefully, by her chin. I squeezed her cheeks to make her open her mouth and his thick cum slopped onto my tongue. After three months with no cock and no spunk I was like a junky back on drugs. I swished it around my mouth savouring the thick slimy taste and then swallowed deep.


I kissed my sister hard, pulling her onto me, with my tongue delving into her mouth, until I was sure all the cum was mine. I too collapsed on the bed exhausted form the whole experience.


We lay there in a sweaty mess of limbs, the sheets wet with juice.


"Holy fuck, that was hot," Nisha said, finally.


Pooja got off her chair wearing only a bra and panties, I had no idea when she'd took her clothes off. She was stunning as always.





"Oh... My... God..." she said, in drawn out words. "That was something else girls, I have to admit, I almost came in my knickers just from watching it."


I smiled and looked across at Nisha. She had a huge grin on her face too.


"It was supposed to be punishment for you," said Pooja, "but after that performance, you're both forgiven."


"Did you enjoy yourself Miss Pooja?" murmured Nisha, sounding half asleep.


"You bet your sexy little asses I did," she laughed, "it'll make a great film, especially with you being a squirter. I couldn't have asked for more."


"I don't want to be on film," said Nisha, finally coming back into the real world, "what if someone I know sees it?"


"They won't," replied Pooja, "not unless they're a paying customer on the dark web. No-one you know will ever see it, but our clients will love it, for sure."


She sat on the bed next to us, as we lay there naked, recovering.


"I don't need to tell you slutty siblings, that you tell no-one about this, do I?" she said sounding more serious.


"No Miss Pooja, we won't tell a soul I swear," I replied quickly.


"You may have enjoyed yourselves, but the lasting psychological trauma, hasn't hit you yet."


I started to think back to what we had just done to each other.


"You two sisters have just performed some unspeakable things to each other, just think about that, next time you meet up for a family dinner or something. Knowing each other so intimately, making each other cum from fingers and oral, Kajal guiding a cock into your ass."


We looked at each other, starting to feel dirty and guilty. Pooja was right.


"We had no choice," I said.


"Exactly," said Pooja, "so in future keep this to yourselves, you can talk to each other about it if you wish, but no-one else. I'm sure your mother wouldn't want to know about it. Understand?"


Nisha mimed zipping her lips and throwing the key away.





"We understand," I said.


"Make sure you do," Pooja said, menacingly.


She got up and nodded at one of the bodyguards. He approached us and took a syringe from his pocket.


Nisha looked worried and moved closer to me.


"He's going to drug use and send us home," I reassured her, "It's over, it'll be ok."


The bodyguard stuck the needle into my sister and filled her with sedative. I watched her eyes roll back in her head and she passed out on the bed. I waited for my turn, but to my surprise he left the room with the three naked men and the remaining bodyguard and shut the door.


All that remained was me, Pooja and my passed out sister. Pooja went over to the TV screens and turned all the cameras off. She moved round the bed and looked down at Nisha. She was still and looked peaceful. Pooja grabbed her ankle and parted Nisha's legs slightly, dropping her foot back on the bed.


"What are you doing," I quizzed, "she's out of it, leave her alone."


She slid her fingers across my sisters wet shaven snatch and bought them up to her mouth. She licked her fingers, her eyes looking up at the ceiling as if she were sampling a fine wine. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged, showing her approval.


I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her. She moved over to me and pushed me gently backwards, so I was lying on my back, my feet still on the floor. She got down on her knees and pushed my legs apart, exposing my wet slit.





"I wonder if sisters taste the same as each other?" she said.


Her hands gripped my hips and she pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and pushed her face into my sopping pussy. I felt her hot breath on my thighs and then her wet tongue licking me from my ass to my clit in one long stroke. She pulled back and looked at me. Her chin was wet with my juices. She smacked her lips together looking intrigued, savouring my flavour.


"Wow, you do taste very similar," she said, giggling at her perverted experiment, "both of you are delicious."


"Dirty bitch," I said, propping myself up on my elbows.


"I believe we have unfinished business Kajal. You were upset I never got you off last time. Right?"


"If you're just going to tease me again and then leave me hanging, don't bother."


"I won't. I'm interested to see what you've learnt about fucking women, since we last met. You have an experienced lesbian girlfriend now, she must of taught you a thing or two?"


She was being seductive now, she went down on me again, licking me for longer with a flat tongue. It felt so good to finally have her perform oral on me. She was using a light touch, teasing me. Deliberately avoiding my sensitive, erect clit.


She pulled away again.


"Well?" she asked.


"Well what?"


"Have you learnt anything you want to share with me?"


"Maybe," I said, shyly.


"Maybe? I always think it's better to show, than tell," she said.


She stood up and unclipped her bra with one hand. It sprang loose and she covered her boobs with her arm as she removed the lacy garment and let it drop to the floor. Then with one hand, she thumbed her panties down and stepped out of them. She stood there in front of me, naked as he day she was born, covering her beautiful breasts, with her legs slightly apart.


I smiled at her shyness.


"Show me." I said softly, gesturing at her tits.


She pulled her other arm up and grasped both boobs, one in each hand. She threw her head forward and her hair cascaded onto her chest. She took her hands away and showed me her gorgeous body in all its glory for the first time. Her boobs slightly covered by her long black hair. Her meaty pussy hanging between her legs, her long slender legs. She was magnificent and I could have died happy with this picture of her in my mind. She reached up and moved her hair over her shoulders, revealing her large, perfect, natural boobs.


I gasped at her beauty. Wondering how boobs so big, could be so pert.


"I take it you like my body?" she asked, with a sexy smile.


"You're beautiful."





She seemed almost nervous and vulnerable as she moved to the bed and lay down next to me. She used my sisters thigh as a pillow.

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I leaned over and kissed her softly, not wanting to scare her off. Her lips were smooth and moist. She tasted of vanilla and I could smell her perfume. It felt so sensual to kiss her at last, I was intoxicated by her. She kissed me back and gently sucked on my bottom lip. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she responded gently. We kissed softly for what seemed like minutes, but must have only been fleeting.


"Make love to me," she begged, kissing me again.


I was thrown by her choice of words and her submissive behaviour. It was so unlike the Pooja I had grown to know.


"How bendy are you?" I whispered, kissing her back.


"Bendy enough," she answered.


I knew her pussy was soaked, from watching me and my sister. I knew I was soaked from the feeling of my wet labia dripping between my legs. There was no need for any additional foreplay. I had been close to orgasm fucking my sister and I knew Pooja must have almost cum too. We just needed to finish each other off.
I knelt between her legs and pushed her legs back towards her shoulders. She was flexible and I spread her with ease and grace. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled legs back to expose her engorged wet cunt, which dribbled continuously, leaving a stain on the sheets. It looked so inviting with her puffy outer labia and darker inner lips. Her inner lips were open, showing me her pink insides. Her clit was huge, and standing to attention like a miniature cock. I pushed up against her, my thighs in the inside of hers, my legs bent in a kneeling position, as though I was about to dry hump her. I rose up from my kneeling position so I was almost sitting on her pussy. Our clits were inches apart. I looked down at her and slowly pushed my dripping quim onto hers until they finally touched. It was like an electric shock for both of us. She moaned and I gasped, as I started to rock back and forth applying a little more pressure, rubbing our pussies together. Her ample boobs jiggled as I started making love to her, the only way I knew how.


I positioned my clit against hers, which was much bigger than mine, and felt my climax start to slowly build. I was leaking my girl goo all over her snatch, lubricating our fucking motion. She reached up and started to caress her tits, gently but firmly. It looked so sexy that it made me do the same. I tweaked my nipples and fondled myself as I rode her.


"Oooooohhhhhh Kajal, yes, make love to me."


"Yes, you're pussy is so wet and willing," I gasped, "you feel so good."


"Yes, keep going, just like that."





We ground our womanhood together, feeling our lips yield and part and the friction of our slimy clits lapping over each other. The spark ignited inside me as I got closer to climax. I felt her breathing get faster and she looked in utter heaven. I could tell she was almost there. I wanted us to cum together and knew she wanted the same. We moved as one, as though we were in sync with each other and in each other's minds.


"Yes, right there Kajal," she purred.


"Mmmmmm we're so wet together."


Slowly rocking, back and forth, her breathing getting faster.


"Yes Kajal, that's it."


Slowly rocking, back and forth, the scent of pussy filling the room.


"Keep going baby," she panted.


Slow and steady back and forth, almost there. Her mouth opening in pure ecstasy, her eyes closed.


"Oooooohh."


"Mmmmmmm."


Slow and steady, increasing pressure, back and forth.


"Oh god yyyyyessssssss."


My whole body shook, as I climaxed first, gushing my love juice all over her lower body. It came flooding out of me as she started to shake and shudder beneath me. She looked incredible as she came. Her face said it all, pure sexual pleasure. We came at the same time, intensely, but slowly, not wanting to rush the moment. It was almost loving, the way we fucked and ground into each other and I didn't want it to end. Neither of us were particularly noisy, just soft moans and gasps as we orgasmed for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy getting juicier by the second. I kept grinding and she kept rising to meet me in unison, until neither of us could take any more and we stopped moving. My pussy felt on fire, as I sat on top of her looking at her gorgeous face. Her eyes were still closed, enjoying the afterglow.


She finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked so fucking sexy.


"Does that make up for last time?" she asked, panting for breath.






I rolled off her and lay next to her, with my head on my lifeless sister's stomach.


"You know it does," I sighed, still shivering slightly, "it was so beautiful and intense."


"You certainly know how to make love to a woman Kajal, I'll give you that."


I giggled shyly.


"Seriously," she said, closing her eyes again, "That was something else. It was like you were inside my head."


We lay there in silence for a few minutes, neither of us wanting the moment to end, but it had to.


"We all work for someone Kajal, you know that right?" Pooja finally broke the silence.






"What do you mean?"


"I mean, I do as I'm told the same as you do. I don't necessarily do what I do, because I enjoy humiliating and exploiting young men and women. I'm told to do it"


"I thought you were in charge?"


She laughed, "Yeah right."


I think she was trying to justify her actions towards me. It made sense I supposed.


"Do you enjoy being here?" she asked.


"With you? Yes I love it."


"No. I mean the raw fucking scenes we've made you do."


"Initially? No. I was terrified, but you've taught me that it can be enjoyable to be out of control, to be dominated and tied down. So I would say yes. I enjoy it. This was a bit twisted," I gestured back at my sleeping sister, "but I think she enjoyed it as much as I did."


"I'd say she did, she's a sexual animal when she gets going."





I giggled.


"Would you come here voluntarily?" she asked.


"It depends what for."


"For filthy sex with no attachments," she said, in a matter of fact tone, "a girl like you can't live on pussy alone Kajal. You love cock and cum's a drug to you, they're the facts."


"You want me to do anal?"


"Only if you want to, but not just anal, no. Any sort of sordid thing our clients can dream up."


"Maybe," I said.


She was silent for a moment again.


"You're jealous of her aren't you?" she broke the silence again.


"Who?"


"ig sis."


"Why would I be?"


"Because she was the centre of attention today, instead of you."


"Maybe a little. I wish I could squirt like her."


"You're nearly there with it, you gush like a fountain when you cum hard," she laughed.


"It's a recent thing I've found out I can do. And I'm jealous of her for the whole anal thing."


"Now the truth comes out," said Pooja, sitting up to face me, "We can teach you that, if you'd like."


"How?"


"Just like I taught you to deepthroat. It takes practice."


"I'll let you know," I said, not sounding convinced.


She got up and walked over to the chair with her bra and panties in her hand. She gathered up her clothes and got dressed.


I stayed on the bed with my sister, she was out of it completely.


Pooja came back over to me now fully dressed, with a 'just fucked' look about her.


"We're not going to drug you this time," she said, "you'll have a sack on your head, so you don't know our location and we'll drive you nearer home, this place has to say secret."


"What about her?" I said, gesturing at my sister, as I lay with my head on her stomach.


"We'll clean her up and she'll wake up at home, like you normally do. The driver will take you home. He will give you a card, so you can contact me."


She bent down and kissed me gently on the lips, a long lingering kiss, like new lovers. It was sweet and felt nice.


"See you soon I hope," she said, and left the room, turning to give me a loving gaze, before she closed the door.


I sat up and rocked Nisha, to see if I could wake her. She was out or the count.


Two body guards came in. One lifted my sister over his shoulder, her ass was still covered in cum and it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. It was the only evidence of what had happened. The other bodyguard ushered me back to the room I had woken up in.


My clothes were laid out on the bed. I put them on as the bodyguard stood in the doorway. Once I was dressed he put the stain sack on my head, to obscure my vision and I was led down a corridor. After going through a few doors I felt the cold of the outside air and I was pushed into, what sounded like a van or people carrier. It had a sliding door, which slammed shut and I felt us drive off.


Their vehicle eventually stopped after about an hour, the door slid open and my hood was removed. I was at the end of my street, it was pitch black. The bodyguard handed me a business card, slid the door shut and the vehicle drove off. It was a silver people carrier, but I didn't get the registration number.





I let myself into my apartment quietly and looked at the clock on the oven. It was four o'clock in the morning. I put the light on and looked at the business card. It was black, with white writing. There was no corporate logo, just a fifteen digit number and some instructions. It said:-


'Text your name to this number and wait to be contacted.'


I shrugged and put the card in my pocket. I went to my empty bed, kicked my shoes off and flopped onto the mattress, exhausted. I didn't even bother taking my clothes off. I lay there for a while thinking of Pooja's proposition until I finally fell asleep.




to be continue...

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Fantastic

[K.rahul]

Very good update bro..
Super story...
Include shriya..
Write threesome with kajal and Shriya

[thenameless]

Bro do a scene with tamanna and kajal

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Fucking awesome. Write more please

[Krishan202]

Charmy Kaur replacing Pooja kumar


My phone sat on the breakfast bar in front of me. It was begging for me to send the message. I was nervous as I sat there holding the black business card in my hand. The number starting up at me, in white lettering. The small writing underneath which read:-


'Text your name to this number and wait to be contacted'


I had butterflies in my tummy.


I put the card down and made a cup of tea. My mind was racing. Only four weeks had passed since my punishment, by Charmi, with my sister. I still felt dirty and guilty about what we had done to each other and couldn't face seeing my sister, Nisha. The thoughts came rushing back to me as I stirred my tea. The image of me fingering my sister's asshole and pussy to get her off, before she took a cock in her ass, were haunting me. It was a depraved act, but still gave me a stirring in my underwear that I couldn't control. Nisha was an anal queen and I was jealous of her abilities. She had been the centre of attention, last time I was with Charmi and I was more of the warm up act,. I wanted to outdo her, as we had always been sibling rivals, but anal wasn't my thing. Charmi had said I could contact her and go to their film studios, voluntarily, for training or unattached raw fucking whenever I wanted.





I sipped my tea staring at the breakfast bar, the phone, the card. They were calling to me.


"Fuck it," I said out loud and picked up the phone.


I thumbed in the number and typed my name "Kajal" and hit send before I could change my mind. I threw the phone back on the Table and sat back drinking my tea. I felt excited and apprehensive, the tingling in my knickers was back with a vengeance.


Bing! Bing! My phone buzzed on the counter top.


'Shit that was quick,' I thought


I picked it up. The screen read:-


'*****. South end of your street'


Now I really was nervous.


Bing! Bing! It buzzed again.


'No food after 04:00PM, use the bathroom before you leave.'


I didn't feel like eating anyway. The last three times I'd been with Charmi it was after being drugged and taken there against my will. Now I was willing. I thought I must be going mad to go there voluntarily.


I was still seeing my girlfriend, who knew some of the details, but not about the last encounter. I kept it secret, not wanting anymore repercussions that might affect her or my family. Our relationship was deteriorating , due to her always working away pursuing her career. When we did meet up we were great together, but it was becoming less and less often. Sex with her was sensual and loving, but having her fingers inside me wasn't enough. I wanted to feel filled by a man's hard throbbing cock. I wanted to improve my sexual skills and I thought I had gone as far with women as I could. I wanted to feel powerful and have more control over men and thought sex was going to be my greatest weapon.





I was unsure about Charmi's overall intentions. I thought she had a crush on me, but it could all be an act with her, to get me to participate willingly. I guess I would soon find out., but whatever happened, I would improve my prowess in the bedroom.


I waited in the darkness at the south end of my street at eleven twenty five. Winter had taken hold and there was a chill in the air. I had showered and used the bathroom as instructed and hadn't eaten since three o'clock. I was wearing black yoga pants, knee high fur topped boots and a fleece and body warmer. I had Charmi's black lace panties on, and hoped they would get a reaction from her. I wore no bra and my nipples were already hard from the cold.


A silver vehicle approached at exactly eleven thirty and the door slid open as it drew to a stop. A guy in a black suit held out his hand and helped me aboard. He slid the door shut and the people carrier sped off. He passed me a white satin sack and put it over my head and pulled the draw string. I could see nothing, but the glow of street lights. No one spoke.





We drove for an hour, only stopping for what I thought, must be traffic lights. We finally slowed down and went through a series of checkpoints, it must have been security. I heard the rattle of a shutter door opening and the van drove inside, closing the shutter behind us. The door slid open and was gently guided through some doors and corridors into a warm room.


My bag was removed from my head and I squinted in the brightness as I tried to adjust to the light. I was in, what looked like, a plush hotel room. A double bed, ensuite bathroom, comfy chairs, a whole wall of mirrors and a mirrored ceiling. There were no windows. The bodyguard left me, without saying a word. It felt weird to be back there, under my own steam and my stomach was in knots with anticipation.


The room was hot, so I took my body warmer, boots and fleece off and sat on the edge of the bed, in my leggings and crop top. I looked in the mirror and admired my full boobs standing proud without support.





A few seconds after getting comfortable, Charmi came in. She too was wearing yoga pants, but they were grey. She had a loose fitting T shirt on, also grey, slipping off her left shoulder revealing her flimsy bra strap. She was barefoot and looked sensational. She smiled at me as I stood to greet her.





We hugged and kissed each other's cheeks, all very formal  except for her playful squeeze of my ass.


"So lovely to see you again," she said.


"You too Miss Charmi, you look amazing," I replied.


"Thank you Kajal. It does show my ass off quite well, doesn't it?" she lifted her heel and turned to show me her butt.

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It was perfectly round with the material of her yoga pants going into the crease of her cheeks. It was as though they were painted on and left nothing to the imagination. I'm sure she wasn't wearing any knickers, as there was no panty line showing through.


I turned to her and did the same. "Yoga pants do show off your ass well, that's for sure." I said.






She smacked my ass, quite hard, with a loud slapping noise. I flinched.


"I see you've stayed in shape," she laughed.


"Thank you, I do try."


"Now... let's get down to business, what brings you back here?" she said, sitting on the bed and gesturing for me to do the same.


"I thought about what you said...before I mean...about wanting more than women." I replied, sitting next to her.


"Go on."


I was struggling to get my words out. I just wanted to kiss her.


"You know what I mean."


"I need to hear you say it."


"I need cock Miss Charmi." I said, shamefully, "I miss having a cock inside me, I miss sucking off men, tasting their cum, you know what I mean."


"Anything else?" She was very business-like.


I thought for a brief moment. I couldn't bring myself to say it.


"No."


"Are you sure?" she asked, looking me in the eye, "You don't want to try something new? Something naughty? Something dirty? Something your sister can do, that you can't'?"


"No," I lied, I couldn't say the words.





"OK. I can set you up with a few men next door, to fuck you if you like, on film of course, it's not a free service."


"Yes. That would be great thank you," I had trepidation in my voice, wanting to tell her more.


She got up and started to walk off.


"Wait!" I said quickly.


"Yes," she said, turning to look at me and stopping in her tracks.


"There is something else."


"What is it?"


"It's hard for me to say."


"Just say it Kajal, we're all friends here."


"Can I try anal sex? Will you teach me?" I heard the words and couldn't believe it was me saying them. I felt instantly embarrassed.


She came back and sat back on the bed, putting her hand on my knee and staring into my eyes. I was lost for a second or two and felt as though she was staring into my soul.


"Of course you can, sweet girl," she said, softly, "I thought this may be the reason you contacted me. Why the change of heart?"


"We'll it's like you said, I need more than just pussy. I want to offer men a greater range of sexual skills. I love to please my lovers and I find it quite powerful to feel control over them, by using sex to get what I want."


"If it's control over men you're after, I can teach you a lot more than anal."





"One step at a time." I smiled, "Besides I want to be as good at it, as my sister is. Call it sibling rivalry or something, I can't explain it."


"You don't need to, I fully understand, she was the centre of attention and stole the limelight from you during our last encounter. It was written all over your face. Poor Kajal likes to be the star."


"Maybe. I just don't know. Soooo...will you teach me?"


"If I do, it's by my rules and I want something in return."


"Like what?"


"A film of course. I'll teach you here, in this comfy bed and then take you to the studio to take cock in the ass properly."


I thought about it for a few seconds, already starting to feel horny at the thought of trying something new and unknown.


"As long as the cock I take isn't too big."


"Cocks Kajal," she said, emphasising the plural, "It will be more than one guy, but I promise they will not be huge."


"How many?" I asked, sounding surprised.


"You'll have to wait and see."


"OK. It's a deal," I said.


"OK then, " Charmi said, "Get comfortable and I'll be back in a few minutes."


She got up and headed for the door. I was mesmerised by her ass, as she wiggled out of the room with the slightest of wobbles.





About five minutes later she returned, dragging a small silver suitcase, on wheels, behind her. It looked like the sort of thing you'd take on a short haul flight as cabin baggage.


"Are you moving in, or something?" I asked jokingly.


"Not quite Kajal," she smirked.


She lifted it onto the bed next to me, unzipped it and folded the lid back. I got up and stood next to her intrigued to know what was inside. At first it was her usual clothing, black skirt, white blouse, ankle boots, underwear, toiletries and makeup.


"I'll get changed before we go to the studio," she said, pulling them out and putting them on one of the chairs, neatly.