Adultery Indian Wife and the Nukkad Guys by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was completely lost in the moment, forgetting any practical concerns as I made out with my neighbor. Ranjit had one hand inside my kurta playing with my boobs and another behind my back holding me in a tight embrace. My hands moved from behind his neck to over his back, caressing his shoulder blades over his shirt. He was a surprisingly good kisser, taking breaks in between to kiss my neck and my ears, making me feel even more aroused. And his bulging crotch kept bumping and rubbing against my stomach and I felt my hips responding by thrusting back.


At one point, it seemed like he was simultaneously kissing me on the lips and also biting my ear. For a moment, I marveled at how fast he seemed to move. Then I felt a third hand on my body, stroking my ass over the fabric and suddenly alarm bells rang out in my head.*

"Mmmmphhh!" I opened my eyes wide and tried to push Ranjit's lips away.

"Don't be scared, didi." I heard Sarita whisper in my ear. "It's okay."

I hadn't even realized when the young woman had crept into the kitchen and was gently biting my ear. How had I not realized that the couple was playing with me together in their kitchen?

"Sarita..." I finally managed to break the kiss and said breathlessly. "I didn't....I wasn't..."

"It's okay, didi. I was hoping for something like this." Sarita said, kissing her husband lovingly "We keep hearing and seeing all these things that happen around town but we never get a chance to experience it ourselves."

"What are you saying?" I was surprised at how this seemingly orthodox small town housewife was speaking.

"Everybody else is fast asleep. I've even bolted the door to ma-babuji's room from the outside."

Her fingers were deftly lowering the zipper on the back of my kurta. Soon her hand slipped inside with her husband's and they both started rubbing my bare back.

"She wants to watch as I fuck you." Ranjit finally spoke his first words to me all night.

"What?" I was taken aback, still unable to come to terms with what was happening.

"He's right." Sarita said deftly unhooking my bra. "We are simple small town people, but we have fantasies too. After Chintu sleeps, we often surf the net together and watch videos and read stories. Usually it's just to fantasize. But with you next door, we have gotten a glimpse into real life possibilities. And turning those fantasies into reality."

I was still trying to process this turn of events when I was pulled back into another passionate kiss by Ranjit. Meanwhile, Sarita was slipping my kurta off my body with the bra.*

"You have such big breasts, didi. Big, but not sagging. God was really generous with you." I felt her fingers softly caress my breasts and my already erect nipples shuddered.

As adventurous as my love life had been, I had never played around with another woman. So Sarita's gentle soft touch and her generally understated approach stood in stark contrast to male approach that I was used to. I had read about lesbianism and even seen some porn movies, but never really imagined I would be getting my naked tits fondled by some young shy housewife.

"Kiss her." Ranjit pulled his face away, grabbed my hair and turned me towards his wife.

She was several inches shorter than me so I had to bend a little to comply with my latest lover's instructions. For a change, I was the tentative and inexperienced one, just staring at her with my lips parted. Son her thin smooth lips pressed against my big luscious ones and I experienced my first lesbian kiss. It was so different. The way her breath felt on my face, the way she lovingly rubbed my cheeks during the kiss, the way our tongues gently poked at each other.*

Meanwhile her husband was lowering her pallu and opening her blouse. Soon he was standing next to us proudly, one hand on each of our shoulder's, watching happily as his topless young wife kissed his topless slutty neighbor. He took one of my hands and put it on Sarita's naked boobs. I felt around, almost like a doctor checking for lumps, unfamiliar with what to do.*

Her boobs were small, but her nipples and areolas were bigger than mine. And a dark brown color, in contrast to my own pinkish hue. In general, Sarita was a small slender woman, almost the exact opposite of my big boned voluptuous body type. I was playing with her boobs shyly and tentatively, trying to mimic the way she was playing with my boobs. All the while, we kept kissing. *

Ranjit had unzipped his pants and taken his cock out in the meanwhile. That was more familiar territory for me and I instinctively moved my other hand to it. It was quite respectable indeed. As I ran my fingers up and down his cock, I felt Sarita's slim fingers join in the task.*

"Are you...." I breathlessly said when Sarita took a break for oxygen. "...are you sure about this?"

"Yes." they both said sounding very aroused. Then Sarita asked,

"But we don't want to force you, didi. This should continue only if you will also enjoy it."

I looked at the petite young woman with an eager childlike expression on her face. How erect her disproportionately large nipples were and how heavy her breathing had gotten made it clear how much she was looking forward to this. My fingers were still wrapped tightly around Ranjit's cock which was now hard as granite. He seemed very eager too and kept staring at my tits and his wife's tits as they lay exposed inches from each other.

The silent staring continued for a minute or so. When I said nothing, the young couple took it as assent. Sarita's hand moved off her husband's dick and towards my waist. She pulled loose the knot of my salwar the way only a woman can and the loose garment fell, exposing my creamy thighs and my black panties.

"I am not quite sure how to proceed." I said as the couple stared at my legs. "I have never been with a couple."

"But you have been with multiple men, right?" I sensed a little snarky judgment in Ranjit's voice.

"I really want to see you perform oral on my husband." Sarita said and pushed my shoulders down.

I was now bent 90 degrees in the waist, my mouth open as Ranjit thrust his dick in. Sarita stood next to us, topless, and watched intently as I started sucking her husband's dick.

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"Wow, you are really good at this." Sarita said in an impressed voice as I hungrily attacked her husband's rock hard dick.


"You should learn from her." Ranjit said sounding pleased. "You just peck and nibble around. See how she is boldly playing with my balls. No shame or anything."

I resented the taunt from the guy even as I was obliging him with a blowjob. But the subservient side of me also reveled a little in the insult.

"Let me try."

Sarita said eagerly and got on her knees next to me. As she did that, she also caressed my hips over my panties.

"You have such an amazingly curvy body, didi. The way your hips flare out from your slender waist. I am just like a reed all the way."

"It's all the effect of continuous banging I am sure. If you got fucked by as many men as she did, the impact would make your hips glare out too." Yet another random and frankly unscientific taunt from Ranjit.

I took his dick out of my mouth, straightened and glared at him. He just smiled back. Sarita meanwhile was sucking her husband's dick, copying my technique.

"Yes, like that. Good." Ranjit said happily. "Now play with my balls. You, Sheetal, get on the floor next to her."

Suddenly Ranjit was acting like he owned both of us. I always respond to authority in such situations so I found myself meekly on my knees waiting patiently for a turn at sucking his dick.

"You can start sucking my balls, Sheetal." Ranjit lazily slapped me on the face.

And soon I was crouched in front of his thighs, sucking his balls while right next to my face, Sarita sucked the shaft. He then made us switch so that I was sucking the shaft and his wife was sucking the balls. Throughout the whole process, the couple's hands kept exploring my body like a plaything. Ranjit's attention was mainly on my huge tits. Sarita was running her fingernails all over my back, my thighs, and squeezing my butt over my panties.

"Ooooh!" I said when Sarita's tentative fingers slid inside my panties and started stroking my clit. Being a woman, she knew exactly what to do.

"Is she wet?" Ranjit nonchalantly asked.

"Let me see."

And then Sarita's slender finger penetrated my cunt and poked around curiously.

"Yes, wet and warm."

"Let's move on to the main thing then." he enthusiastically said. I felt myself being pulled up straight.

"Here?" I asked looking around the kitchen.

"Why not here? I know you like getting fucked in the kitchen. I saw you once with that road worker guy when I was passing by your house."

"You did?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes. He was banging you like a horny dog, bent over the kitchen counter. Don't you have enough shame to close the windows when you are being such a slut, cheating on your husband with random old men?" Ranjit almost scolded me, ignoring the irony of the situation that he was about to violate me in the same way.

Instantly, I blushed, learning that my dalliance with Jamal had garnered more spectators than I knew.

"Actually, not here." Sarita said. "It's not very hygienic."

"Then where?"

"Let's take her to the guest room."

"Fine."

And then feeling like I was in a weird dream, I walked between husband and wife clad in just my panties. Walking past the very staid and traditional living room where just a few hours ago, I had been a demurely dressed guest at a dinner party. And now I was on my way to have a threesome in this house.

When we got to the guest room, Ranjit closed the door and looked at me and his wife standing side-by-side.

"Let's all get naked, the way got made us." he said, unbuttoning his shirt.

Sarita quickly got rid of her petticoat and panties as her husband displayed an average slightly doughy body. He had a slight paunch like most middle class men in India. Sarita had a dusky and skinny body, with tiny pert tits and a moderately hairy pussy. I felt very weird slipping off my panties and standing in front of the couple fully naked.

"Get on the bed." Ranjit ordered.

"Lie down." Sarita joined in.

The two just stood at my feet staring at my naked body, paying special attention to my pussy. My hands were stretched out over my head. My heavy breathing was making my tits shake a little.

"So smooth." Ranjit said gently rubbing my pussy.

"How often do you shave down there, didi?" Sarita casually asked as if she was asking me for a recipe.

"Every 4-5 days." I said.

"Doesn't it itch? I tried shaving once and for the next several days it itched so much. I felt very uncomfortable."

"It can itch a little, but you get used to it." I said, wondering how long this small talk was going to last.

I had expected Ranjit to jump on top and mount me right away after the skillful dick sucking I had given him. But he seemed like a patient man intent on relishing the experience.

"Oh wow!!" I exclaimed as he lowered his face and his mustache tickled my mons as his tongue gently flicked my clit.

Sarita smiled wickedly and laid down next to us, propping herself up on her elbow. She watched as her husband's tongue darted around my clit and my labia, making me breathe harder and moan louder.

"Isn't he good at this?" she asked proudly.

"Oh fuck, yes!" I loudly answered.

"I am even better with her." Ranjit raised his head to offer commentary. "Because there is no hair. With you, Sarita, I have to keep stopping to spit out hair. her pussy is nicely hairless. You need to start following her example."

"Okay." Sarita said as she ran her fingers up and down my torso, playing with my flat stomach, my neck, my boobs, and my nipples.*

I had experienced some really extreme sexual arousal in recent months, but this twin assault of tenderness from the couple was making me extra horny even by my standards. Part of it was the forbidden fruit factor of being with another woman. I wondered why I had never tried it before. The very nature of her touch was so arousing. Only a woman can understand how to make another woman react this way. And then there was Ranjit who was not only skilled with his tongue, but also had a mischievous side.

He would go at my clit hard until I was almost at the edge of an orgasm and then he would stop, chuckling when I groaned in frustration. He would then spend the time licking my butt, even poking around my asshole, biting my ass cheeks. And then his tongue would be back on my clit, working me up in a frenzy yet again, until I felt like an orgasm was imminent. And then he'd pull back again. Whenever I lowered my hand to use my fingers to finish the job, he would slap it away.

Once when I groaned extra loudly in frustration, Sarita laughed. She slid up and kissing me gently on the lips said,

"Believe me, didi, I understand your frustration. He does that to me a lot too, sometimes for hours."

"Hours?" I almost yelled.

"Yes."

I could not bear to be tortured like that. So I sat up, grabbed Ranjit by the hair and pulled his head towards me.

"Owwww!!" he said as my fingers made the roots of his hair hurt.

"Just fuck me already!" I said in a demanding voice. Husband and wife started laughing.

"Okay, but on one condition."

"Anything!" I impatiently said.

"While I fuck you, Sarita will be sitting on your face and you lick her clit like I licked yours."

"Fine." I said, eager to get that thick dick in me to quench my carnal thirst.

And soon Ranjit's dick was hammering away at my cunt, as Sarita's pussy was on top of my face and I was giving a woman oral sex for the first time in my life. Ranjit was right. I had to keep spitting hair out.

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"Oh didi, you are amazing!" Sarita cried out grabbing my hair as my tongue worked at her clit. I was inexperienced, but was just trying to do what I would like done to me. As she came hard, clutching my face between her thighs, I felt a sense of accomplishment.


Ranjit meanwhile was pounding my cunt hard leaning at a 45 degree angle over my body. Sarita turned around, while still kneeling on top of my face. Now her slim flat ass was on top of my eyes. I looked at her crown cunt and browner asshole, wondering if she had ever been buggered. She bent forward and started kissing her husband and our bodies now formed a triangle on the bed.

"How is she?" Sarita asked her husband between kisses.

"Very warm and surprisingly tight. I thought fucking half the town would have made her looser than a sweater." Ranjit hoarsely replied.

"She is great with her tongue too."

"Sheetal is an all rounder when it comes to being a slut."

"Such big boobs too." Sarita started fondling my boobs again. I brought my hands together and started fondling her ass.

It was such a surreal feeling, having a threesome with this seemingly orthodox couple. A few hours ago, I wouldn't have even dreamed of being in this situation. And yet here I was, grunting like a pig with each powerful stroke Ranjit delivered. My legs were locked around his waist. Every time he pounded me hard, my ass flew off the bed a little. He was a natural at fucking, not something I would have imagined just looking at him.

He also knew how to make himself last long. Just as I gauged from his pace that he might be about to cum, he pulled out his dick. Sarita instantly bent forward and sucked the dick for a little while.

"Her juices also taste nice." Sarita said.

Having staved off orgasm by taking a short break, Ranjit penetrated me again. This time Sheetal was bent forward in almost a 69 position, staring closely as her husband's dick invaded my hungry cunt.

"I love how her hips shiver when you put it in slowly like that. And with her pussy being hairless, it looks just like in porno movies." Sarita continued her commentary. I was surprised at how talkative she was being in bed. She was really treating this as a wonderful adventure.

She watched intently as her husband started banging me again. Then she started fingering my clit while the banging continued. I too started licking her clit again, this time from the other angle.

"Please fuck me a little also no." Sarita said after I had brought her to another orgasm and gone through a small one myself. The innocent way in which she said it made it seem like she was asking for a cup of tea.

"Hmmm." Ranjit said and withdrew his dick.

He told Sarita to lie down on top of me. Her shoulderblades dug into my boobs as she laid down on me as if I were a mattress. She wasn't very heavy, so I didn't have any problems. Ranjit positioned his wife's ass such that her pussy was right on top of mine. He then moved her legs so they were running parallel to my wide open ones.

"A pussy sandwich. I like this." Ranjit chuckled at his own joke and started fucking his wife.

The motion made her body slide around so I put my hands on her boobs to stabilize her.

"Yes didi, please play with my nipples." Sarita breathlessly said.

For the next few minutes, I obediently stimulated her nipples as she was on top of me getting fucked by her husband. Then he took his dick out and fucked me for a couple of minutes. Then back to Sarita.

After a while when he leaned back, I thought he was about to cum. But no, he wanted to keep going, just in a different position.

"Both of you, get in a doggy style pose next to each other."

Soon I was on all fours like a bitch, my big round ass jutting in the air. Next to me was my petite neighbor. The white color of my skin was a contrast against her light brown tone. Her pert boobs were firm even as she bent over, while my huge jugs were swinging back and forth.

"This scene of your two lovely asses is one to cherish forever." Ranjit said, spanking us both as we giggled. I saw him reach for his phone and take a picture of his two bitches waiting to be fucked doggy style.

Sarita turned her head and started kissing me as her husband resumed pounding my cunt. Being in that primeval all fours position, kissing another woman while a hard dick pounded me hard son sent me over the edge and I had a biggish orgasm. I was loud and both husband and wife chuckled as they saw that display.

Ranjit then took his dick out and started banging his wife as I obediently stayed in place. With his hand, he kept fondling my ass and playing with my pussy, not leaving me unattended.

"I am about to cum." Ranjit hoarsely announced. "Sheetal, bring your dirty mouth here."

The taunt just turned me on and I obediently jumped on my knees and turned around. Sarita watched in amazement as my lips were locked tightly around the base of her husband's dick as he shot his seed into my throat. He came a lot. It took me three swallows to down it all.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I walked home from Ranjit and Sarita's place after having taken care to clean all signs of my activities from my body, in case Vinay had come home. But he hadn't. Nicely tired after my first threesome with a couple, I fell asleep almost immediately and had no idea when Vinay slipped into bed next to me. When I woke up the next day, he was already getting ready to leave again. We only exchanged a few curt words.


The cold war with my husband continued. He was working longer and longer hours, and we were speaking less and less to each other, except for making the odd sarcastic comment. A couple of times, I was tempted to confront him about Barkha, but given that I wasn't exactly free of sin myself, I preferred to wait for some conclusive evidence from Birju.*

I had seen him lounging around with other nukkad guys a couple of times as I walked past them. They all knew by now what kind of a woman I was, so I would get subjected to the filthiest pick-up lines, delivered in taunting tones as they walked alongside me. Once Birju had said,

"Feeling horny, memsaab? How about we have some fun in the woods?"

By now, the equation between us had changed. I was starting to feel more comfortable with my role as the slut, but also felt assertive enough to make my demands.

"You're not getting anything from me until I get what you promised me." I angrily said, shaking his hand off my shoulder.

"Tchhh." he clicked his tongue. "Why do you care if your husband and that slut are screwing around? She screws around a lot anyway. Even gets paid for it sometimes."

"What are you saying? She is a prostitute?"*

"Not exactly a professional prostitute. More like an occasional freelance whore. Once in a while, there are events or parties organized by political groups. They need entertainment. And they pay well, especially at election time. Barkha has been to a few of such events. It's a good way to supplement her income."

I could not believe what a depraved and bizarre code of ethics existed in this town that was run by political goons. Birju was grinning as he said all those things.

"Birju, I am beginning to wonder if you are just making up fictional narratives to string me along."

"You think I am lying to you?" he feigned sadness.

"All I am saying is, unless you bring me something useful and concrete that I can confront my husband with, everything you say just sounds like the work of a fevered imagination." I said. "And until then, stop trying to get me in bed again."

Even as I said that, I knew how hollow my bravado was. There was so much Birju could use to blackmail me with. Or even just forcibly drag me anywhere and bang me. But for whatever reason, he backed off. I think that by being a willing and even enthusiastic participant in that orgy with the Bangalis, I had formed some sort of a kinship with him and his friends. Maybe my wishes and my demand now deserved respect in his eyes. Or maybe he was thinking of me as the goose that lays golden eggs and didn't want to wring my neck.

"My sources are working on it, memsaab." he quietly said.

"Ask them to work harder." I said, enjoying the newfound authority I was suddenly being afforded.

A few days passed in that new equilibrium. Sex between Vinay and me was non-existent and I was still keeping the nukkad guys at bay until they got me some evidence about Barkha. The only action I was getting was occasional romps with Ranjit or Sarita.*

It felt like I was having a secret teenaged affair with both of them, because we had to sneak around and hide our activities from her in-laws as well as my husband. I started frequenting their house a lot more, under the excuse of neighborly social visits. But the three of us knew that the only real reason was sexual. And that led to some interesting encounters. One afternoon, I joined Sarita and her in-laws for lunch while her son played with some neighbor kids. I was helping Sarita in the kitchen and we both had a tough time keeping our hands off each other. We'd look out the door to make sure the in-laws were far away and spend time making out. I was wearing a skirt that day and Sarita fingered my clit many times, giving me a couple of orgasms. When Ranjit returned from work that day, he snuck around to the back door of my house. He fucked me fast and furious standing up in the bedroom before he went home to be with his families.

This pattern kept repeating itself as much as possible. Between making excuses and hiding from our other family members, we kept having these quickies whenever time permitted, and I was getting really addicted to them.

In between those quickies, I focused my energy on my coding work, and started depositing the payments from it into a separate bank account. In case this whole quagmire ended up in a divorce between me and Vinay, I needed some financial independence.

Often when I stood in front of the mirror, I had a hard time believing that the person I was looking at was me. How had my relatively simple life gotten so complicated? Although I didn't feel as much guilt or self-loathing as I used to, now that I had the suspicion that Vinay was cheating on me anyway, maybe from even before I had strayed. Still, it seemed like a bizarre surreal dream that was dragging on an on. I had found myself in the most bizarre situations, and more or less, derived pleasure from being in those situations. Was it mostly my fault? Or was it a result of the warped and politically charged morass that this town was.

As much as I had grown accustomed to the vile norms, sexual mores, and power structures of the lawless cowbelt, I was soon to discover that I was still just a clueless newcomer. And there were many more complications and machinations that I could still find myself getting involved in.*

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Although the occasional dalliances with Ranjit and Sarita gave me an avenue of release, I still found myself experiencing occasional bouts of mental chaos, where I would be overwhelmed at what a mess I was in, and what the future of my marriage was, and exactly what the rest of my life would be like. One afternoon, I was feeling particularly stressed. It was a nice day, not too hot, so I thought that a long walk would help clear my head.


I dressed in comfortably loose jeans and a full sleeve flannel shirt, throwing on a thin fleece jacket in case it got windy. With just my phone in my hand, I set out for a walk. A bunch of nukkad guys were sitting by the tea stall, and as soon as they saw me, the customary whistles and comments started. Birju wasn't there though, and they generally avoided being too fresh in his absence. As obnoxious and cocky as they liked to act, most of them were just young unemployed men with insecurities and worries of their own.*

I turned the corner, leaving the young rowdies behind and started walking. I was trying to sort my thoughts, trying to come up with a gameplan for how to stabilize things. I *ignored the stares, whistles, and comments I got from the occasional passing vehicle as I tried to formulate a plan of action. First, I told myself, I needed to find out for sure if Vinay was indeed cheating on me, and then have a long fight/discussion with him about what we meant to each other. Second, I really needed to stop acting like such a slut, and wean myself off this addiction to illicit sex.*

I knew that I had made promises like that to myself dozens of times, only to break them the next time someone made a pass at me. The problem, I told myself, had been my approach of quitting my addiction "cold turkey". I couldn't just go back to being a monogamous undersexed woman. But I had to exercise self-control and set some quotas for myself. The long term plan would be to take a long break from this horrid town that brought out the worst in me. Maybe spend a few months with relatives in other cities, maybe even other countries. Pace myself.

I had been so lost in my thoughts, that I barely noticed that a big white SUV had passed by me back and forth a couple of times. And finding myself in a relatively remote location, I noticed that it was parked sideways along the pavement, as if to block my way.*

I felt a little nervous and annoyed as I approached it. Part of me was hoping it was just a bunch of strangers with no interest in me. Another part of me was sure this was probably Birju with a bunch of the nukkad guys, trying to get it on with me. I knew Birju owned a bunch of different vehicles. Maybe he was in there with the evidence that I had demanded, I thought.

But when the door slid open, I saw two men I didn't know. They didn't look like one of the nukkad guys. They were much better dressed. However they were smiling and nodding at me, as if they knew who I was.

"Get in, memsaab." one of them said in a tone that wasn't exactly an order, but was not a pure request either.

"No thank you. I am out for a walk." I said politely, not wanting to seem rude, and started crossing the road.

"We aren't offering you a lift." he said in a slightly harsher tone. "We just want to have some fun while we discuss some important things with you."

That tone made me stop mid-step. I looked at the two men, worried. One of them then leaned back and said,

"Don't worry. We aren't scary strangers. Look, one of us is your friend."

I looked past him and saw Jamal sitting there, with a smug smile on his face. Our eyes met and there was that familiar sadistic entitled look on his face. I hadn't seen that bastard since the time his laborers had banged me in my own outhouse. Out of all the sexual experiences I had been through, the ones with him were the darkest. For the longest time, I had kept looking over my shoulder, expecting him to waltz back into my life and abuse me. When he stayed away, I thought he had moved on to the next woman he wanted to destroy. But here he was.

"Come on, Sheetal. You will enjoy your walk in the fresh air much more after you have joined us for a bit of exercise." he said, grinning. How much I loathed the man.*

"I have to go home." I said, my fear transparent in my voice, as my heart started thumping again and I felt sick to my stomach. My mind was filled with flashbacks from when this evil man had wiped the joy out of my life. I had just spent so much time streamlining my thoughts and making a plan for getting my life back in order. A revisit to the darkest chapter was not what I needed.

But obviously, this wasn't a negotiation. I had barely taken one step, when the two men sitting by the door leaped out and sprinted towards me. Soon one was on my left with his hand around my waist, and the other was on my right, grabbing me by the shoulder.

By now, I knew when resistance was useful and when it was futile. And it was most certainly futile here in the remote part of town, with no one around. I didn't quite enthusiastically traipse back to the vehicle with them, but didn't offer more than token resistance either. One of the guys was almost hugging me as he pushed me towards the door.

"Long time, memsaab." Jamal slid to the door and smiled.

The two men were still on either side of me as we stood by the edge of the street. Their hands had not left my body. They weren't being rough or anything, but were casually exploring the contours of my figure over my clothes. Squeezing my waist, caressing my hips, smelling my hair, and so on.*

"Please let me go, Jamalji." I said, folding my hands. "At least let me go right now. I know we have a past together. And maybe we can meet again sometime in the future in better circumstances. But right now, I just want to lead a hassle-free pain-free life."

Before he could say anything, another face appeared, now from the seat opposite Jamal's.

"I thought you said she'll come along happily."

That face seemed a little familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.*

"She will. You will, won't you, Sheetal? Remember, I know better than you what you want."

"Please just leave me alone. I am a married woman. I did whatever you wanted the last time, but that was because you forced me to. You can't just show up like this and expect me to.....stop that!"

In between pleading with Jamal, I snapped at the two strangers holding me there, whose hands were now getting more and more adventurous. My breasts were being fondled and my thighs were being rubbed as I tried to maintain a semblance of control over the situation.

Instead of listening to me, the men pulled my fleece jacket off my shoulder and threw it to the man sitting opposite Jamal who sniffed it and smiled.

"Nice perfume." he said. He was smiling, watching me squirm as the two men explored my body.

I was starting to panic, as even in the middle of my half-hearted attempt at stopping the men and standing my ground, I was feeling that familiar funny feeling return to my insides. I felt again that dark shameless hungry side of me starting to assert itself. The same side that often took over, making me do things like offer myself up as a fucktoy for a group of migrant laborers even though I had been expected to just suck their dicks. There were two men pawing me and two men sitting by the edge of the seats staring at me. Who knew how many more men were in the car?

"Will you get in like a good girl or do I need to remind you of the consequences of defying me?" Jamal asked in a threatening and annoyed voice. He had probably expected me to happily hop in. He had clearly boasted to his friends that I was his personal plaything. So my arguing was probably making him look bad.

The other three men all seemed more interested in checking me out and making me feel uncomfortable. Their hands were now getting more and more intrusive. Suddenly I felt a hand reach for the button of my jeans.

"What are you doing?" I said urgently. "You can't do this. This is fucking insane. You can't strip me like this in the middle of the day on a public street. What if someone drives by and sees this? What will they think of me?"

"You're not exactly considered a sati savitri in the town anyway." the guy with Jamal said and everyone laughed.

My jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, and they loosely hung over my curvy hips. A hand now started unbuttoning my shirt while another slipped inside and played with my tits over the bra cup. I was trapped between the two men, getting mauled right out there on the street. Another hand slipped inside the slackened waist of my jeans and pressed my pussy over my panties. I hated that this made me moist and the guy noticed the moistness and chuckled.

"Enough of this nonsense, Sheetal. Get in!" Jamal sharply said.

"Please stop! Don't do this!" I started sobbing as the hand started rubbing my inner thighs and another started flicking my nipples over the bra.

"You don't want to be stripped naked on the street like the common whore that you are, get your ass in the car." Jamal said.*

"Okay fine." I said angrily and slapped the two men away. Hearing my assent, the men stepped back.

Pulling my jeans up and buttoning them, I gingerly stepped inside the big SUV. I thought I was expected to sit with Jamal, but the other guy pulled me next to him. The other two guys got in, one on my other side and the other next to Jamal.

The door was slid shut. At least the SUV had dark tinted windows, so I wouldn't be subjected to stares from random passers by on the street.*

[Ramesh_Rocky]

*

"Good girl." Jamal said and gently patted me on the cheek. I was still sobbing, angry at myself for getting into yet another messy situation.

The men on either side of me were working in tandem to unbutton my shirt completely and soon it came off.*

"What a fantastic bosom!" the man who had been sitting inside the car said, clasping my tits one by one. The other guy was tracing his fingers along my neck, making me feel turned on despite not wanting to.

"I know you think I am some evil man who takes pleasure in forcing you to do such things." Jamal said, sounding bizarrely grumpy. "You should know that it's not like I just woke up and decided, hey, let's all kidnap this housewife and bang her. We actually came here for a different purpose."

"He's right." the man playing with my tits said. "But there's no reason why we shouldn't mix pleasure with business. It's not like you are averse to some group action, from what i have heard. Why shouldn't we get to taste what half the town has tasted anyway?"

I glanced at his crotch as I saw him fidget with his crotch. There was obviously an erection there. Its shape was pushing against the fabric of his pants.

"So this is my life then?" I said, still sobbing. "A few men took advantage of me, so then more men started doing it, and this won't stop until everyone in town has their way with me?"

"Don't be so melodramatic." Jamal said, grabbing my cheeks. "I still remember how you hollered and quaked through all those orgasms."

My point wasn't really getting through. So I stopped resisting and let my arms drop limply to the side. What was the use in arguing with these louts who saw me just as a whore to be banged. And in a way, he was right. I had always managed to find and display pleasure in being treated like a sex slave. So how could I really argue in favor of anything else?

When the guy next to me unzipped his pants and fished out a thick circumcised cock, I reflexively slid to the floor of the vehicle. My shins folded under my thighs, I opened my mouth, and while continuing to sob, took the cock inside my mouth. The men had been chuckling and sneering at my exploitation but even they seemed taken aback by this servile gesture made without any prompting.

"That's the cum hungry Sheetal I know." Jamal said and patted me on the back as if encouraging an obedient child.

I was on my knees on the floor of that fast moving SUV, sucking the dick of a guy I didn't even know, as the two other men continued their exploration of my body. They were squeezing my tits hard over my bra but not taking them out yet.*

"Those jeans must be making you feel very uncomfortable." said the guy whose dick I was sucking.

"No, it's okay." I replied, hoping that if I kept them on, maybe I could get away with just blowjobs.

But that wasn't to be. All the men said turn by turn that the jeans seemed very unnecessary, and Jamal added how shapely and smooth my legs were and how alluring my big round ass looked. Soon a hand unbuttoned my jeans again and I had no choice but to raise my legs one at a time as they were slipped off. Now I was on the floor of that car between four men, clad only in my white bra and blue panties.

Wanting to get this over with, I started sucking the cock in my mouth with renewed gusto, using my skillful fingers and applying pressure on the exposed knob with my lips. I also licked the pee hole and kissed it a few time.

"Oh wow! This lady really knows her way around a dick!" the guy inhaled sharply and said with a moan. I felt good hearing that, because I was giving him some of my best moves.

"I told you!" Jamal proudly said, as if he was the one who had taught me how to suck a dick. I felt him spank my ass moderately hard a couple of times.

"What an amazing ass." the guy next to Jamal said. I could hear some squishy sounds, so clearly his dick was out and he was playing with it.

I took a break from the sucking and looked around. All three guys had their dicks out. I wondered if the uniformed driver in the front had his out too. Only Jamal was sitting unexposed.

"When I was playing with her pussy earlier, I felt her getting wet. And now I can see a big damp spot at her crotch."*

"Oh yes. She gets really wet really fast." Jamal said, stroking my pussy over my panties. "You want to have a go?"

"Wait, what?" I said, taking the dick out of my mouth. I knew that I would be used and abused by these guys, but I had assumed it would be in some remote location. In the moving car, I hoped it would just be blowjobs.

But my half-hearted protests were ignored. Soon I felt that stranger's hands grab my hips and raise my ass high in the air. And before I knew it, the crotch of my panties had been slid to the side and an average sized dick was pounding my cunt. All the while, I was sucking on the other guy's dick.

"You are good at multi-tasking, Sheetal." the blowjob guy said. "So maybe I can tell you the real point of our visit even while you pleasure us."

I just shrugged and kept sucking the guy as my cunt was being pounded in a rapid monotone. I didn't really think there really was any point to this ambush other than having their way with me. Quickly bang the town slut. But it turned out there was a different motive.

"I don't know if you know who I am."

I shook my head, his dick still in my mouth.

"I actually did you a favor once." he said. "This young man I know, Raza, called me up and said he was caught by the cops banging his boss's wife by the side of some highway...."

"You are Shakoor Haji?" I asked, wide-eyed. I still remembered how petrified I had been when the cops caught us, how the constable looked almost ready to fuck me, and then one phone call and it had all been taken care of.

"No. I am his personal assistant Anees." he said and pushed my mouth back on his cock.

So that's why he seemed vaguely familiar. He was always by the politico's side in the pictures and news clips I had seen.*

"Fuck, she is so tight!!!" the guy behind me suddenly grunted and started bucking his hips fast.

"Shami, don't you fucking cum inside her!" Anees growled. "I don't want to fuck her through your seed. Here, cum in her mouth instead of messing up the car."

"Hrmmmmmmm."

The guy grunted as Anees grabbed my head and swiftly pushed it towards my ass. My waist bones almost creaked as my body was contorted sideways until my open mouth was now faced with the dick that had just fucked me. The guy shot a moderate amount of semen at my throat and I promptly swallowed it.

I sat on the floor staring at the men wondering what I was supposed to do next. Anees was repositioning himself, sitting back leaning against the cushion. He also parted his legs and slid his pants down. Then he looked at me and made a gesture with his eyes which indicated that I was meant to climb on top of him.

Slowly I got up on my knees. I slid off my panties and Jamal helped take them off my legs.*

"Keep the bra on." he said as he saw my hands go behind my back.*

"Okay..." I said.

I saw him throw Jamal a knowing look, who chuckled. Suddenly I remembered the last time I had spent a long time clad just in my bra. The day Jamal had broken me. And I felt a sudden surge of anger. But controlling myself, I got upand stepped onto the car seat, lowering myself on Anees' dick.

"So what is the thing you wanted to talk to me about?"

I asked in a very casual tone as I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving my naked ass back and forth, feeling his circumcised dick rub the insides of my cunt pleasantly.

"Hmmm." he put his hands on my ample ass. "I hear you used to be very close to Billa Yadav."

Not this old nonsense again, I thought to myself as the guy next to Anees shook his dick in my direction. I wrapped one hand around it as I continued riding my latest lover.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Well?" Anees slapped my ass gently and asked as I quietly started jacking off the guy next to him even as I gently rode Aneel.


"Well what?" I asked, not making eye contact.

"You used to be Billa Yadav's fucktoy before Raza seduced you, right?"

"I never even met the guy." I said.

"What?" Anees sounded surprised. He grabbed my waist and stopped my fucking motion.

"The slut is lying." Jamal chuckled and said. "Everyone knows Billa used to bang her day and night."

"Why would I lie?" I looked into Anees' eyes and earnestly said.

He seemed to believe me. But behind me I heard Jamal shuffle a little and move closer to me.

"You bitch!" he grabbed my hair and pulled it hard.

"Owwww!!"

"Didn't you learn the consequences of being insolent the last time? Didn't you?" he angrily said.

"I am not..."

Before I could complete my sentence, Jamal turned my head around and slapped me really hard across the face. Instantly tears sprang to my eyes as my cheek stung while he delivered another hard slap.

"Jamal, listen maybe she is...." Anees, his erect dick still buried in my pussy as I sat on his lap, started saying.

"Maybe she is nothing." Jamal cut him off. "I will give this slut a refresher lesson."

"What are you doing?" Anees asked in surprise.

I felt my face being pushed forward against the seat above Anees' left shoulder. I hear some rustling of his clothes. And then while one hand of his kept my face pressed against the seat making my torso bend forward, I felt his other other hand being thrust roughly between my butt cheeks. His fingers angrily scratched my buttcrack and then I felt him press my asshole meaningfully.

"No!! Please no! Not that again!!!" I sensed what he was going to do and tried to struggle.

"Hold her tight, Aneesbhai." Jamal said angrily. "This bitch has forgotten who owns her ass."

I kept sobbing and begging Jamal not to do it. But my pleading only seemed to turn him on. I had forgotten what a depraved sadistic monster he was. Anees wrapped his arms around my back and held me tightly clasped to his body. Looking over my shoulder and down my back, he must have gotten a great view of my big round ass cheeks being roughly parted by Jamal, because I felt him get even harder inside my cunt.

And then it happened.

"Noooooooooooo." I cried out with whatever strength I had left as Jamal's dick invaded my asshole.

Just like the last time, he didn't bother with any lubrication. Just grabbed my head and thrust his dick inside me inch by inch. Although I had endured a lot of sexual debauchery in recent months, this was a new line that was being crossed. I was being double penetrated. Anees' rock hard cock was still engulfed by my cunt while Jamal's angry cock entered my asshole completely.

Encountering that unknown feeling of having two dicks inside my lower body caused me pain and humiliation, but I hated the fact that it also seemed to stoke the hungry submissive demon inside me. A part of me seemed almost elated that I was experiencing this new level of abuse.

"Fuck, look at that! She's taken all of it." Anees said in an excited voice and started gently thrusting his hips upwards to start fucking me.

I was not moving a muscle of my own accord as Jamal then started fucking my asshole. The two brutes kept plunging their dicks into my holes in alternating strokes really hard, making my butt jiggle obscenely. My tits were smashed against Anees' body. As I took their dual assault, I realized that I had forgotten that there were other people in the car. And that one hand of mine was still wrapped around the other guy's dick. As he saw me, the gorgeous high class woman getting double banged right next to him, it seemed too much for him to take. I only registered his presence when his dick in my hand started twitching and suddenly shot its load, landing on my boobs.

I took my hands off his dick, put it on the backrest to brace myself as the double pounding continued. My ass hurt. My back hurt. My hair, still being pulled by Jamal, made my scalp hurt. But what hurt the most was that although my brain was hating all this, my body was having the time of its life. I could sense that a massive orgasm was approaching. My inner demons were enjoying being double penetrated and needed a release for the ecstasy.

"What the hell? Is she...?" Anees said in a deep voice as my body started shivering and I started moaning instead of sobbing.

"Oh yeah!" Jamal said spitting on my back. "The worse you treat this whore, the harder she cums."

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhaaaaaaaa" I started hollering as a massive typhoon of an orgasm originating inside me swept over my entire being. The car was speeding along those roads while my body sped through a shattering orgasm. My torso shot up with such force that it made Anees' grip come loose. Jamal was laughing like a maniac as he kept pounding my ass hard throughout the orgasm.

"Wow! Ohhhh!!!" I heard Anees grunt and then his seed started filling my insides.

He and I had simultaneous orgasms as he both shook and groaned, our bodies rubbing against each other. Jamal slowed down his assault on my ass, and I thought he would fill me up in my other hole. And sure enough, I felt a second jet of semen in my insides, but in the other hole.

Soon the three of us stopped shaking. Jamal pulled his softening dick out of my ass.

"Damn, so much jizz." Shami, who was watching it all said.

Breathing heavily, I stayed motionless on top of Anees. He pushed me off and I rolled over on the seat, two streams of cum flowing from my nether regions.

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

friend_just_buddy-

wow man shipra is here for last 3weeks and I missed this fuckliciously hot tale. but never mind, from now onwards.... I ll be following you regularly

as usual this tale is narrated in your signature style. you are always wonderful when it comes to narrate something from a female's POV and this story is also no exception. all incidents which took part so far in this story, are just fantastic. the only odd (which can be easily ignored) point is, it seems that any person who step up towards her , can bang her easily. but you have tackled this odd(so called) very brightly and converted into the milestone of your story. like every new tormentor has brought a new chapter/turn/twist of/in saga.

you are a master(masterani actually) erotica teller. and you are proving this in every passing updates. if I am guessing rightly, this is going to be a good erotic thriller in near future. keep your good job up sweetheart. you are just amazing

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Master_R-

switching gears
hi there,

there are enough and more people who have already appreciated your writing skills and the no. of ppl asking for update every now and then is also a testimony of the same. Add my appreciation to that list. I really look forward for an update everytime i login and thats around once in 2 days.

i read all your stories and i feel this is your hottest one till date. Very nice plot and has a lot of potential to be built on any direction.

would love to see her enjoying her humiliation and crave for more. begging for more and more humiliation and seeking that out. would love to see her deprived of an orgasm for a while and make her beg for that and accept to terms which will turn her into a Submssive humiliation slut. i read a sessions / incidents of spanking and pain.. would love if you sprinkle more of that in her journey. maybe on the slut who is probably banging the husband with the help of her lovers as an ask.. some sort of a revenge gang bang, painful and extreme.. to the extent that she could leave town and never have the ability to spread her legs anymore..

Looking foward for more dear..

Love
Master R

[Ramesh_Rocky]

It felt like my entire body was shuddering and there was a heady mixture of feelings and emotions bubbling up in my brain. The unbelievable pounding from that double penetration had started off scandalizing me and I still felt upset at Jamal for acting like the domineering bully that he was. But that novel experience of having two dicks inside those two holes at the same time had also set off several pleasure centers in my loins and my mind. I could not deny that I had thoroughly enjoyed it.


The adrenalin rush followed by the endorphin rush meant that even though the practical side of me was protesting, the carnal animalistic side of me was almost aching for more. It was like I was in a state of intoxicated high, and I didn't want it to recede. I lay curled up on the seat in just my bra, my big round ass half hanging off the edge as the men also seemed to be trying to fully comprehend the import of what had just happened.

"The car is a mess." Anees said, breathing deeply, looking at the puddles of cum all over.

"Yes, but wasn't it worth it?" Jamal asked grabbing one ass cheek of mine and jiggling it in a proprietary manner.*

"Can't deny that."*

They were all silent for a few seconds, passing a handtowel around to wipe off their dicks. I reached for it to clean myself, but Jamal pulled it away and said,

"You need to remember that you are nothing more than a worthless cum dumpster."*

I don't know if the other men were even a little bothered at how insultingly Jamal talked to me. I wondered how they thought of me. I was, after all, a high class married lady, not someone they would have expected to be owned so comprehensively by a two bit contractor like Jamal. But here he had slapped me around, sodomized me, and despite initial protests, I had clearly enjoyed it. Did they think of me as a characterless harlot?

"I want to fuck her in the ass." Shami said.

I looked at him with half-opened eyes. Until now, I had just been curled up on the seat, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. I saw that his dick was indeed getting hard again. And now that my sex starved slut side had been awoken, I found myself actually wanting to be buggered again in that speeding car. Maybe the driver would get a turn too?*

Obediently I got on my knees, and putting my hands on the backrest, thrust my ass backwards towards Shami. He chuckled in delight.

"She is one cock hungry slut, isn't she?" he said, running his fingers up and down my cum drenched asshole and pussy between my butt cheeks.*

"Wait." Anees brusquely said. "Let's talk business first."

"But Aneesbhai..." Shami whined.

"You have already fucked her once. Be a little patient." Anees snapped.

I stayed in that doggy style pose though. Somehow it seemed just right being in that most primal of poses, clad in just a bra. I was also getting little jolts of thrills imagining how my big round white ass looked to the men behind me.

"So Sheetal madam." Anees put extra emphasis on the madam for irony, having just sandwich fucked me. "You are very close to Billa Yadav, right?"

I looked at him, then back at Jamal and then at him again. This is why torture is not an effective weapon for interrogation. It acts like an incentive to lie.

"Yes I am." I said, although I had never met the guy.

"We need your help for a very delicate political matter." Anees lowered his tone almost conspiratorially. "I won't go into details, but practicalities of politics have necessitated an alliance between our party and Billa's people. We need your help in getting our word to Billa and organizing a meeting in a neutral location."

This was very confusing.*

"Why do you need my help?" I asked. "Why can't you just reach out to him on your own?"

"It's not that simple." Anees shook his head. "You have been around long enough to know how bitter and acrimonious the enmity between our two groups is. Don't you?"

"I have heard about it."

"So any overture from us will be met with suspicion. They just won't listen. We have been in a state of pitched political warfare for so long that the trust is non-existent. Believe it or not, you are the only person in town who is on......intimate terms with both sides."

He smiled when he said intimate and I blushed. How appropriate that word was. I suddenly winced because I felt a sharp bite on my ass. Shami had slowly gotten on the floor behind me and was biting my naked ass cheeks one by one.*

"There's another factor at play other than the trust issue." Anees continued. "This thing needs to be done in secret. There are other parties and other players who, if they come to know of this, will not like such an alliance. And you know better than anyone how rapidly news spreads in this town."

"That I do know. Ouch!!" I cried out as Shami bit a little too hard and a little too close to my tender labia.

"Can't you leave her ass alone for one minute?" Anees barked at Shami who immediately sat back on his seat. "Anyway, so if we go through the usual channels, the news will spread and the consequences will be felt. On the street and in the assembly. So it has to be arranged through you. In secret."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Next time you meet Billa, tell him what I am proposing. Say it came from Anees. And then let me know what he says. We'll take it from there."

"Ok." I said, unsure of how exactly to get access to Billa Yadav.

"And remember, not a word of this to anyone else. Not to your husband, not to those neighbors you have been banging on the sly.....don't look surprised, it's not some big secret. And not a word to Billa's musclemen that you love fucking so much."*

It amazed me how seamlessly Anees was shifting from business to innuendo to insults.

"Ok."

"Alright Shami, you can bugger her ass now." Anees generously waved his hand. "In the meanwhile, I want to feel her sweet warm lips around my dick again."

Instantly, Shami jumped up, grabbed my ass cheeks in each hand and thrust his hard pecker against my asshole. I winced as it made its way in, although it wasn't very big. Meanwhile Anees grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth on top of his semi-soft dick.*

For the next couple of hours, the car drove around town as all men had their fill of my body. I was bounced around from lap to lap as my cunt and my anus were regularly invaded, sometimes simultaneously. I had my biggest orgasm that day when I was on Shami's lap facing upwards as his dick rammed my asshole. And in front of me was Jamal banging the cunt he had come to almost own, making me look into his eyes. I hated the guy but also seemed to have my biggest orgasms when he was involved.

Finally I was dropped in front of the gate in a well-fucked state, but only after I had emptied the ball sack of every one of those men, often in my stomach. The poor driver didn't get a turn. Luckily Vinay wasn't home and Sarita and Ranjit seemed busy with their family stuff. I somehow stumbled to the bathroom, took a long hot shower and then collapsed in bed, exhausted.

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The days following the car gang bang left me feeling really tired and uncomfortable. The many double penetrations and the frequent anal intrusions made my ass hurt. The different contorted positions in which I had been fucked and made to blow them in that cramped car space made my thighs, knees, and back sore. I spent a couple of days just resting to recover from that onslaught. Although the orgy with the Bangali workers had included many more men, they had mostly treated me gently and I had been in command of the positions and suchlike. These four men in the car, led by the sadistic Jamal, had treated me like a toy, and the effects showed.


I politely and lovingly rebuffed advances by my neighbors, saying I needed a break to recover. Vinay also noticed my exhausted and lethargic state, and made a couple of snide comments whose implications weren't really far off the mark from the truth. But he didn't push things further. I was too brain dead to really needle him back. I was feeling very guilty, ashamed and conflicted by how much I had enjoyed the entire experience. It made me really hate myself and start thinking about ending this whole bizarre sequence of events somehow.

My general strategy was going to be to just lay low and leave the house as little as possible, to avoid giving the two factions any chance of picking me up from the street. I even wrote to ask for extra coding work so it would keep me busy all day. I asked Sarita to arrange for groceries for me, saying I was not feeling very well. And so I was pretty much a homebody for a while.

But a few days later, as my body recovered from that four-fold onslaught, my sexual appetite returned too. I resumed my occasional dalliances with Sarita and Ranjit. And I also started thinking more clearly about things. I had no intention of getting involved in the political mess that Anees wanted me to help him out with. My plan was to do nothing and if ambushed again, lie to them that Billa Yadav had refused their offer. They had no way of knowing if I had actually talked to him or not, if they didn't know that I had never even met the guy.

Finally a week or so later, I felt really cooped up and suffocated so I left the house. It was raining so I took the car to do some casual shopping and just drive around town. I was wearing a simple salwar kurta to avoid attracting too much male attention. As I passed by the regular tea stall hangout of the nukkad guys, I saw that it was closed and there was no one around. Maybe because of the rain, I thought to myself. I went to the main market, bought a couple of new dresses and other household supplies.

As I was walking from one shop to another on the narrow crowded street in the pouring rain holding my umbrella, I suddenly found my path blocked by two men in thick raincoats.

"We thought it was you!" said one of the men.

I moved my umbrella to look at their faces. They were two of the nukkad guys who had frequently made lewd comments and pinched my ass as I walked by, but had never actually been with me. They were staring at my chest even though I was wearing a loose and thick kurta.

"Oh....hello." I said uncertainly.

"Were you out of town or something?" the other guy asked.

"I was just....not feeling well."

"You look fit and fine now!" one of them said rubbing my cheek. I grimaced.

"I have to go." I said, not wanting to get ambushed into another unnecessary encounter.

I walked past them and started walking. They followed me at a distance.

"Birju said that if we saw you around, we should tell you that he has what you want."

"I'll talk to him later." I said and walked faster.

I stepped into the next shop which happened to be a relatively upscale clothing store, by the town's standard. It was poshly decorated with a glass facade, sold only western clothes, and had english speaking saleswomen and a generally high class clientele. I was relieved when the men, probably feeling that they wouldn't quite belong in that atmosphere, stopped following me and stayed outside.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. How can I help you?" an eager saleswoman approached me.

"Just browsing for now." I said and she let me be.

I walked through the store, examining several of the skirts, tops, jackets, and so on. Although I had stepped into the store just to avoid the men, I found myself quite liking the selection of clothes there. And everything was a lot cheaper than in Bombay. I soon found myself engrossed in the shopping experience, which always was a great way for me to de-stress.

Soon I was picking out a bunch of stylish clothes and trying them on in the changing room. The changing room did not have any mirrors though, so every time I tried something out, I had to step outside and check myself out in a mirror. After doing that a few times, I realized that I wasn't the only one checking myself out. A middle aged man who had been sitting on one of the benches meant for husbands had been staring at me. And under the pretext of browsing through the merchandise, had been walking closer and closer towards the changing room.

I dismissed him as just one of the typical gawking men in the town who stared at women shamelessly and paid no attention to him until,

"That looks really good on you."

I was standing in front of the mirror in a knee length wrap-around skirt and a full sleeve blouse when I heard him right next to me.

"Thank you." I politely said, not wanting to be rude but not wanting to encourage him either.

"Really brings out your figure." he said.

I looked at him. He was pretty average looking, a typical pudgy middle aged man. But he was dressed in expensive clothes, so was clearly well-to-do.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" I asked in a slightly cold voice, meant to convey that his attention was not really welcome. At the same time, I was sensing that familiar funny feeling in my stomach returned.

"No, I actually run a couple of hotels in town." he laughed and said. "I am here with my daughters who want to buy some clothes for a trip to Singapore."

He pointed to the other side of the store where two fat teenagers were rummaging through the girls section.

"Maybe you should help them decide what to buy." I pointedly said.

"Oh you know how girls are. Never listen to their fathers on such matters."

I was a little annoyed at being engaged in this unnecessary small talk. But he didn't seem interested in leaving.

"Where is your husband?" he asked.

"At work." I said, turning back to walk towards the changing room and end this conversation.

"At the bank, right?" he said, indicating subtly that he knew who I was and was probably aware of my reputation. I shouldn't have been surprised. I was the town whore after all.

I ignored him and walked back into the changing room. I took the clothes off and was in my underwear when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I replied.

There was no answer. Just more knocking.

I don't know what made me open the door. Maybe I wasn't thinking and was being naive, assuming it might be the saleswoman. Or maybe I was finding myself intrigued by this new situation I found myself in. Maybe I had become a self-destructive fatalist addicted to being exploited. But sure enough, clad in just my bra and panties, I opened the door slightly and poked my head out.

And of course, it was the same guy.

"What do you want?" I asked in an annoyed tone, making sure my body was hidden behind the door.

"You should try these. They'll look really good on you." he shoved a couple of garments in my direction.

"Go away!" I snapped and was about to close the door.

Obviously, he pushed it back at me hard and stepped inside. I don't know why I was surprised by the man's strident behavior, but I was. Maybe I was subconsciously playing along.

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"I am just trying to help you out." he calmly said, bolting the door behind him. He was staring at my cleavage poking out of my bra.


"You....shouldn't be in here." I said, trying to convince myself that this was a situation I should work hard to get out of.

"Relax." he quietly said. "I am married and have two daughters. There's nothing in here I haven't seen."

I was half-expecting him to lunge at me, fondle me, force himself on me. That's how men in this town had always treated me. But he just stood there, staring at me and holding the clothes in his extended hand.

"What do you want?" I nervously asked him. I was in a changing room in an upscale store standing there in just my underwear.

"Don't look so scared. I am not going to bite you." he smiled. "I just want you to try these clothes on."

Tentatively, I took the garments from his hand. He took one step back and leaned against the door, making me feel a little relieved. It was really weird being in that tiny room with this older man just staring at me.

"I will try them on if you leave the room." I said.

"Don't be so shy. Doesn't suit you." he calmly said. "If you try them on, I will leave the room."

I took stock of the situation. Considering the problems I had faced before, this was minor. And although the man had barged in on me in this state of undress, he was keeping his hands to himself. Maybe this was just a powerplay for him, just a game. Whatever, I thought, might as well get this over with. I looked at the clothes in my hand. One was a short black leather skirt with a zipper down the whole front.

I wrapped it around my hips.

"It's one size too small." I said holding it's separated ends together in front of my waist right above my panties.

"Nonsense. It's perfect." he said and stepped forward. Before I could say anything, he stretched the leather around my waist hard, making me inhale deeply. He did manage to get the two loose ends of the skirt together, and I felt his fingers run against my bare waist as he did so. He locked the ends of the zipper and then pulled it down all the way. It ended about 3 inches above my knees.

"See? It's perfect." he stepped back.

He had managed to wrap my ample ass in that skirt and pulled the zipper all the way down the front, but it felt uncomfortable. I moved my legs around a little. I could only move them around a little. I was no stranger to such tight skirts or pencil skirts, but I had only worn them in my younger days.

"It's not very comfortable." I grumbled.

"It's not meant to be comfortable. It's meant to be flattering." he said dismissively. "Now the top."

"You cannot be serious?" I said as I examined that blue garment.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize it was a top. Because it was a tube top. Made of thick wool-like material, but still, a tube top with no straps or shoulder or sleeves. Again, I was no stranger to these. I had experimented with them in my college days before realizing that my tits were too big for me to wear those. They kept slipping down and I had to keep pulling them back up to avoid flashing my tits to all and sundry.

"I am serious." he said. "You will look amazing in it."

"I will look like a street whore." I protested. But still raised my hands with it to put it on.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he said.

"What?"

"You don't wear strap bras with this."

"Do you have a strapless bra?" I sarcastically asked.

"No, but try it on without it for now. And then we'll get you a strapless bra."

He had an answer to everything. But I didn't want to just play along completely. I reached back with one hand and unsnapped the bra, but then turned around to face away from him. I thought he would want to look at my tits, maybe fondle them. But he just chuckled and again made a comment about how shyness didn't suit me. But he stayed where he was. Maybe he was really respecting my boundaries. Or maybe he was playing a long game, aware that there was little he could do in that changing room.

I took my bra off and pulled on the tube top. It was a snug fit, barely able to contain my huge jugs. And it showed my navel at the bottom. Suddenly I was reminded of my younger days when I would dress provocatively in bars and clubs to attract hot guys. So when I turned around, I was blushing a little bit.

"Outstanding!!!" he said and clapped a little. "You look so elegant."

"I am sure I look like a whore." I said, but was smiling at his compliment.

"Not at all. See for yourself."

And before I could say anything, he opened the door and pulled me outside towards the mirror. I looked at myself and was surprised to see that he was half right. I didn't look as trashy as I thought. Obviously, the clothes were tight and I was showing way too much skin to be walking around in a cowbelt town. But in a snazzy Bombay club, this attire would be perfect. The thick fabric, although barely containing my tits, held them fine and highlighted their shape beautifully. And my long legs loked gorgeous under the tight leather skirt.

I also became aware of a bunch of store employees and other customers staring at me and felt conscious.

"See, you look gorgeous." the guy whispered in my ear. "What say I buy this for you and then we have lunch at one of my hotels and get to know each other?"

Alarm bells went off in my head. So he really was playing the long game. I didn't even know the guy's name and he was already making a pass at me. A part of me was very turned on. I had gotten addicted to such risky hook-ups by now. But a part of me was also screaming that I didn't need an extra complication in my already messed up life. I was conflicted. Before I could reply,

"PAPA!!! See what she is doing!!!"

A loud yell broke out from across the store. His two daughters seemed to be fighting over some dress.

"Tchhh!" he said. "Wait here. I'll be right back."

And he walked off to deal with his noisy daughters. As I found myself alone, with half a dozen people staring at me, the sensible part of my brain suddenly kicked in. No, I do not want another complication in my life, I told myself. But if I waited for him, I am sure I would get seduced and spirited away to his hotel. So I needed to take advantage of this window of opportunity.

I quickly ran back inside the changing room. I considered changing into my salwar kurta, but risked his return by then. So I just picked up my purse and umbrella and ran towards the counter. The guy was still busy dealing with his daughters so did not notice me. Plus he probably thought that I had been so cooperative so far that I would definitely wait for him. As I walked towards the counter, the hungry male gazes and scandalized female gazes bothered me. So when I passed by a rack full of women's coats, I just grabbed one and put it on.

"How much for all this?" I breathlessly asked at the counter. "I will wear it out."

The woman there was taken aback.

"Ma'am the clothes you were wearing...."

"I will come back for them later."

She must have noticed how the guy had barged into the changing room because she nodded and efficiently rang up the bill for the top, the skirt, and the coat. In the meantime, I buttoned the ankle length coat so I wouldn't walk out crying for male attention. I quickly handed her my credit card, she quickly swiped it, I signed it and sprinted out of the store. As much as I could sprint with that tight leather skirt constraining my thighs.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I stepped out into the rain and opened the umbrella. I was really thankful for the long coat because there were a lot of young men lounging around who would definitely have seen what I was wearing underneath as a signal for attention. As I walked past the front of the store, the guy who was mollifying his daughter beyond the glass wall saw me and scowled. I guess he was cursing his luck for letting an easy prey slip away.


I walked as rapidly as I could, away from the store and towards where my car was parked. It was almost a kilometer away, so it would be a bit of a walk. My heart was still thumping from the excitement of that brief encounter and how I had escaped. The rain was pouring down hard all around me. But I was also beginning to feel a little warm because it was a humid day. And I was wearing a thick coat meant for cold weather. Once I reached a stretch of the road that was a little less crowded, I opened the top couple of buttons of the coat for ventilation.

This exposed the bare skin of my neck and above my boobs. Thankfully it was pouring so hard that none of the people around me had a clear view. So I felt opening the buttons of the coat all the way through. And kept walking. If someone had been really close to me, they would have seen a big boobed woman in a tube top with a lot of skin showing. And they would have also noticed, as I did, that the zipper of my skirt had opened a little bit from the bottom, displaying more of my thighs than intended. I asusmed this was because of the rapid motion of my legs as I walked.

Thankfully, the hard rain and relatively sparse street did not make this happen. I was now just a few minutes from my car. So I slowed down. As I slowed down, so did the rain. Within a minute, it had completely stopped. And without the veil of the rain, suddenly, I was visible to people around me who started staring again. Cowbelt small town is not accustomed to seeing high class women walking around in such skimpy clothes. So I quickly buttoned up my coat again, hoping no one would follow me.

I had parked my car towards the outer edge of the market area. As I made the final turn about 100 meters from the car, I stopped. There was a rickety old truck parked horizontally right across the front of my car. The driver side door of the truck cabin was open. And sitting there was one of the nukkad guys who had accosted me earlier in the market. Obviously, he knew my car. And after I had given him and his friend the slip by running into the store, they had decided to wait for me to return.

He noticed me as I closed the umbrella. He smiled and waved, as if signaling to me, you can't really run from us. I didn't respond to his wave, but kept walking slowly, and felt that funny feeling in my loins return. That encounter in the store had already stroked a bit of my naughty side. I had almost given into that old man's seduction. I had only slipped away because I did not want yet another complication and yet another man to lord his authority over me.

But it had left me with an undeniable sense of arousal. And these were, after all, the nukkad guys. The first explorers of my sluttiness. There were no secrets from them. And they had never really treated me that badly or tried to break my spirit. I felt like I could control how far I went with them.

So I didn't even realize when my fingers started unbuttoning the coat as I walked towards that truck. I could see his smile getting wider and his eyes sparkling as the coat opened and showed the creamy white skin of my neck and chest and shoulders. And then my long shapely legs, with the half unzipped leather skirt showing the insides of my thighs. As I walked even closer, I felt my old sense of adventure and confidence return.

Soon I was just a few meters away. I could see on the guy's face a look of pure sexual lust as he stared at my body. Remember, he was one of the guys who had never gotten to do anything much with me other than a few gropes and comments. That made me feel extra powerful and special for some reason. As I walked, the front of the coat kept closing in on my body to hide a lot of it. So I used my hands to hold it apart so he would get an uninterrupted view of what I was wearing. Almost like teasing him. By the time I was right next to the truck, he was fidgeting and rubbing his crotch, no doubt to adjust his erection.

Now, the truck was parked diagonally in front of my car. But there was nothing behind my car. So if I wanted, I could have just ignored him, walked to my car, gotten in, reversed it and driven away. I am sure he realized it too. But instead, I stopped next to the truck and looked up at him. He wanted to play a game and I decided to play along.

"You're blocking my car." I said, still holding my coat open nonchalantly while he feasted his eyes on what was on display. My nipples were rock hard and were poking through even the thick fabric of the tube top. He knew I was aroused.

"Get in the truck, memsaab." he simply said.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"Spoke to Birju on the phone and told him we met you. He said to bring you to him."

"Bring me where?"

"You're asking too many questions." he said, still shuffling around a little seated in the cabin.

"Who else will be there?" I asked.

"A couple of other guys maybe." he said, winking.

"What if I say no?" I asked.

"Have we ever forced you into anything?" he asked, sounding a little dejected. "If you say no, you can just reverse your car and go home. But then you won't get to see what Birju has for you."

I stared at him, half smiling. I let go of my coat and it half covered my skimpy appearance. I did seriously consider just going home. But maybe Birju did have that proof after all.

"I have work to do later, so need to get home before six." I said. And it was true. I had a coding deadline to stick to.

"Listen, memsaab, you know how we all are by now. We like what we have going with you. You come with us, get the information you want from Birju, maybe have a little fun, and then we'll drop you back here whenever you want. We have never tried to destroy your life, have we?"

"I guess not." I said.

"So, get in the truck." he said.

I sighed and nodded. I walked over to the other side of the truck. It was a rickety old Tata truck. The cabin was pretty high. I had never gotten into a truck before, so I was unsure about how to do it, especially with my tight clothes and the coat and my purse and umbrella in my hands. He saw my uncertainty.

"I'll help you." he said, sliding over to the other side, opening the door and jumping down.

As he did, I noticed but wasn't surprised that his pants were unzipped and an erect cock was poking out. From his movements, I had already suspected that he was playing with himself as he ogled me. This just confirmed it.

"Come here." he said and pulled me by my hand closer to him.

Feeling fun my in my loins looking at that unfamiliar erect exposed cock, I felt myself being pulled into a half embrace. I thought he was going to help me climb into the truck. But now that he had me at his mercy after all these months of fantasizing about me, he seemed to have other priorities.

Firmly but not being very harsh, he pushed me against the body of the truck. He pushed my arms down making my coat open completely.

"Ummmm."

I moaned as he hungrily started kissing and sucking on my exposed neck. I could feel his erect dick poking against my thigh. His hands were mauling my tits over the tube top. In between that, he grabbed my hand with his and placed it on his cock. I started playing with the ultra hard rod. My fingers skillfully manipulated his shaft making it even harder.

"Do you want it in your choot, memsaab?" he asked hoarsely.

"Do I.....ouch....have a choice?" I asked as he squeezed my tits a little too hard.

"Given how you have teased me so far in these tiny clothes, no you don't have a choice." he said biting my cheeks and breathing all over my face. "But will you enjoy having my cock in your choot?"

I felt his hand reach down for my half opened skirt zip and pull it up almost all the way. He looked admiringly at my panties and noticed the damp spot on my crotch.

"Depends." I said, biting his ear in response gently.

"On what?"

"On how good you are at using it." I whispered in his ear. I was extremely horny by now and wanted his dick inside me.

That bold statement challenging his manhood seemed to spur him on even more. I thought he would pull me up into the truck cabin and fuck me in there. But he didn't seem to have the patience.

Pushing my body harder against the side of the truck ride there on roadside in the daylight, he slid the crotch of my panties aside. Within half a second, he aligned his hips with mine and slid his erect dong into my cunt. The penetration was so rapid that I bit his neck hard reflexively. He seemed to like it because he chuckled.

"Slut!" he growled and started pounding me hard. His right hand lifted my left leg and he put his arm under my knee. That made my thigh move away from my crotch and gave him better access to my cunt. The coat hung limply half over my shoulders as this horny eager young man banged me right out there in the open. I don't think I would have cared even if we had an audience, but the truck was parked diagonally so it hid us from the view of the occasional passing vehicle.

"Enjoying it memsaab?"

"Is that all you have?"

That spurred him on even more. He was a tall-ish guy. He wrapped his arms around my waist and with his dick still buried inside my cunt, he straightened his legs. I felt my legs leave the ground and wrapped them around his waist. He was now fucking me standing up, leaning against the truck. That furious rapid pounding felt good. I closed my ankles even more tightly behind his waist and pulled him in deeper as we fucked each other hard. Neither of us had removed a single piece of clothing, I realized.

As he increased the tempo of his fucking, my body bouncing up and down in mid-air even harder. To support my weight, he moved his hands from my waist to under my ass and held me up as he banged me. That weird standing angle randomly reminded me of how Jamal used to fuck me in my kitchen, and maybe because of it, I suddenly started shuddering through an orgasm.

My shaking seemed to surprise him and unbalance him a little because his hands slipped from under my ass and halfway through my orgasm, I found myself plopping down into the rainsoaked muddy soil. But the orgasm was on its way. He watched in amazement as I writhed around on the ground for about twenty second, using all my willpower to not scream, because we were on a public street. He seemed to love that display.

Calmly he got on the ground when I stopped shuddering and penetrated me again. This time he fucked me even harder if that was possible, rolling all around the wet mud. he kept biting my neck and I kept biting his. We were like two animals in heat as we rolled around, sometimes him on top and sometimes I until he started shooting his spunk inside me.

"So...enjoyed it?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes." I honestly said.

We lay there cuddling like teenagers for another minute when suddenly there was a loud sound of an approaching siren. Instantly, the two of us got up and straightened our clothes. It turned out to be just an ambulance, not a security officer jeep.

"What the hell have you two been up to?"

We turned to see the other guy who had been with him when I had met them in the market. He was carrying a couple of bags in his hands and was smiling. My recent lover and I were both caked with a lot of the rainy muddy soil.

"Took a chance, my friend!" he said and the two exchanged high fives.

"Lucky asshole!" the other guy said. "Anyway, let's get going!"

The two guys helped me climb into the truck, fondling my ass and my tits as they did so.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[Zigspr]

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Can you also post the continuation parts which were written by different author xossip?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I don't think anyone has taken as long to climb into a truck as I did that day. It was because although the two men were purportedly helping me, they kept getting distracted by my private parts. When taking the first big step onto the chassis made my skirt unzip from the bottom again, I reached down to pull it up. But they stopped me from doing so, looking at my exposed cunt. Then they made me stand there as they slipped my panties off and took turns fingering my cunt while hanging off the side of the truck. Then they rolled up my coat and the back of my skirt and licked my ass for a while.


"Come on guys, we are out in the open." I finally pleaded.

That, far from serving as a note of caution, seemed to excite them even more. The idea of playing with a nearly naked willing memsaab out in the open was no doubt thrilling to them. I felt my tube top being pulled down and my tits were now exposed. I felt the four hands explore my pussy, my ass and my tits as the three of us hung by the side of the truck cabin door. I felt a couple of fingers.....no idea whose....explore the depths of my ass crack as I finally pulled the door open and climbed in, escaping their probing.

"Why are you sitting there, memsaab?"

I was asked as the two of them climbed into the cabin. I was pushed towards a wooden bench behind the main seat and the guy who had arrived late made (let's call him Guy2) me suck his dick. The guy who had just fucked me (Guy1) meanwhile started driving the truck.

Guy2 took his pants off and sat comfortably on the bench with his legs spread as I was sitting next to him nearly naked sucking his dick hungrily. He was enjoying it a lot based on how much he moaned and stroked my face during the whole process.

"By god, memsaab, your mouth is amazing, but I don't want to miss out on your cunt." he said, pulling my face away from his crotch.

Understanding what he wanted, I got up, struggling to balance myself in the rapidly moving truck and turned around, shaking my exposed round ass at him. The tight skirt was pinching my waist so I unlocked the zipper and pushed it off. Now the only garment on my body was the tube top rolled up around my waist. Having been flirted with in the store and then fucked and fingered in the open, I was gone far beyond any semblance of self-control. I just needed to be penetrated as much and as often as possible.

I put one foot on the truck floor and the other knee on the bench, with my hands also on the bench. I swayed my ass a little seductively, wondering why he wasn't inside me already. Guy2 let out a low pitched guttural moan and I soon felt his grubby hands on my waist and felt his dick invade my waiting cunt. His balls slapped hard against my thighs.

I was thus being fucked hard doggy style when the truck made a stop and yet another nukkad guy got on.

"Hello memsaab!" Guy3 said happily. "Please suck my dick too."

He quickly slid into the back and whipped out his dick, shaking it in my face. I opened my mouth and he started fucking it. I was once again in a position I had started getting a little too familiar with. One man fucking me in the cunt while another fucked my mouth. I found myself wondering why my asshole was being ignored when Guy2 roughly shove two fingers in it.

The truck ride wasn't very long. Barely fifteen minutes in which I didn't spend a single second sitting upright. I was either on the floor sucking someone's cock or on all fours being fucked doggy style. They had taken my coat off but kept my tube top on, rolled down around the waist, and my brand new leather skirt lay by the side caked in mud. How soon I had gone from escaping one horny pursuer to being banged by three of them in a truck. Being fucked in moving vehicles was becoming somewhat of a habit, I realized.

But I also realized that being fucked in this smelly cramped truck cabin by these "nice" guys somehow gave me more pleasure than the orgy in the posh SUV with Anees and Jamal and those guys. Gave me more mental and emotional pleasure anyway. In terms of orgasms, nothing came close to Jamal. What was wrong with me, I admonished myself as I felt my boobs slapping against my chin as I was being fucked.

"Why are you slowing down?" Guy3 asked as I was on my back on the bench being fucked by him.

"We are almost there." Guy1 responded.

"So?"

"So? You know Birju and others will pounce on her. I want to fuck her too."

"You already fucked her." Guy2 who was cradling my ass said.

"Yes, but that was very uncomfortable. I am hard again driving while listening to her scream and shout as you two fuck her. So finish up quickly and let me have another go."

The truck stopped by the roadside. Guy3 took his dick out and jizzed in my mouth, watching me swallow, before he handed me back to Guy1. I was told to climb on top of him in the driver's seat and ride him. Many vehicles zipped by, possibly seeing my dancing white tits, as I rode him hard with the steering wheel bumping against my back.

Guy1 took a lot longer to cum this time, maybe because he had already fucked me once. He used the time to explore my body fully, biting my nipples hard and shoving several fingers up my asshole. The other two guys sat next to him, watching while playing with their dicks. I wondered if they would want a second go too. But they didn't.

Finally, after Guy1 shot his jizz into my cunt, the truck started moving again. And soon after, it stopped near a small building out in the countryside.

"Better get dressed, memsaab." I felt a hard spank on my ass.

I had been curled on on the back bench resting.

Groaning, I got up. I pulled up my tube top. The panties were nowhere to be seen. So I just wrapped the skirt around me and zipped it. And I threw the coat on before I was helped down from the truck. All my clothes were smeared with mud, as was my hair and my knees and other parts of my limbs.

It was raining hard again. But even through the sheets of water, I could make out some shapes and objects that seemed unfamiliar.

"What is this place?" I asked, opening my umbrella.

"It's an akhada, memsaab." Guy2 said, casually stroking my naked ass. "This is where wrestlers practice."