Fantasy (Finished Ch.3) Dadi's Little Slut - **Old/Young, Forced, Exhibition, Humiliation**

[B1ryani]

**Part 9.**

Mr Arul stood up, walking towards the luggage bag. I heard the zip open as he crouched down and started to rummage through the clothing. 

“What will she be wearing, Arul?”. I heard Dadi ask, he slowly moved towards the other rattan chair and sat down, placing his cup on the table beside the digital camera. 

“We will start with something simple, Santosh Ji.”, he said as he pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. “Come here, ma.”

I got up from the couch and stood beside Mr Arul, he was still bent over as he handed me the clothes. I glanced down at the bag, piles of clothes were neatly folded in various shapes and sizes. There was also inner wear, colourful bras and panties, bikinis and lacy tops. Mr Arul had come very well prepared. I really hoped I didn’t have to wear anything too revealing. 

I took the clothes from Mr Arul and went into the guest room, locking the door behind me. I spread the top and the jeans on the bed. Alright, it didn’t look so bad, maybe I was overthinking this. I proceeded to change and looked at myself in the mirror. The jeans were tight, hugging my body and showing off the curves on my ass and thighs. Even the white shirt was clinging onto my body, I could see the outline of my black bra over the thin white cloth. I did look good, I thought to myself, letting my long hair down and posing a little bit in front of the mirror.

I unlocked the door and walked out to the living room. I could hear a conversation going on in the hall between Dadi and Mr Arul. They both stopped to look at me as I entered. Dadi was still seated on the rattan chair, with Mr Arul standing up beside him, fiddling with the camera. The camcorder still stood on the tripod, aimed at the couch. 

“How does it fit, ma?”, Mr Arul asked, his eyes looking at the visible outline of the bra on my chest. 

“The jeans is a little tight, uncle.”, I answered truthfully, looking down at the pants, then at him. 

“Let me see.”

I came a little closer to him. Mr Arul put his hands on my hips, digging his right index finger in between my flesh and the tight jeans, his finger nail poking into my skin. “Yes, it is a little tight”, he commented to himself. He removed the finger, gently turning me around, placing both his hands on my ass. He knew he had the approval from Dadi as he had already did it once last week under my shorts. “Good. It looks firm”, he gently squeezed the meat, holding it tight. Giving my ass a little spank, “Go sit back on the couch, ma”, he said. Dadi was watching everything from his chair. 

I slowly moved around the table and sat in the middle again. I saw the camera aimed at me and heard a click. Mr Arul looked at the photo he just took on the camera screen. “The lighting here is good.”, he commented again, looking at Dadi. 

“That’s good, Arul.”, Dadi replied, smiling at us. 

“Pose as you were just now, ma.”

I adjusted my right leg over my knee again, looking at the camera. *Click. 

“Good, now smile at the camera.” *Click *Click. I heard the camera going off as he continued taking photos of me. I smiled slightly. 

“That looks good. Put both hands on your knees and open your legs a little.”, Mr Arul looked up at me from the camera 

I did as instructed, adjusting my body to his commands. 

“Keep that sweet smile while looking at the camera”. *Click. *Click. *Click. 

“Ok. Now lie down on the couch.”

I laid my body down on the couch. Lifting my legs up, looking at the camera again.

“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Lift your ass out a little bit, ma.” I lifted my ass, sticking it out. *Click. *Click. 

Dadi’s eyes were watching my every move, his lips curled into a smile. 

“Ok. Stand up. I want to take some full body shots of you.”

I stood up. Standing awkwardly in front of the two men. 

“Spread your legs a little bit, tuck your fingers into the sides of the jeans.”. I followed accordingly. “Good. Now arch your back and purse your lips a little bit. Try and look sexy.”, Mr Arul said. 

*Click. *Click. 

“I know what would help.”, Dadi spoke out suddenly. Mr Arul stood in his place, camera in his hands. The both of us looked at Dadi. “Come here, Molu.”

Shit. What did Dadi want to do. I was following every single instruction, not wanting to anger him. I slowly walked towards him and stood in front; his face was close to my stomach. He slowly pushed my hands to the sides, and held onto the jeans buckle. 

Mr Arul was watching Dadi’s every move. Dadi slowly unbuckled me, pulling the zipper down revealing the black panties I was wearing. The jeans opened up into a V shape, exposing my pubic area covered by the thin black cloth. He looked up at me, then at his friend. “Perhaps she could lift up her shirt as well, Arul?”

“Santosh Ji, that is perfect.”, Mr Arul readily agreed, his eyes locked on to my jeans. “Sit down again, ma.”. I could hear the excitement in his voice. Sigh. I sat back down on the couch, actually slightly relieved that the buckle was loose. It was starting to dig into my skin, I could feel my navel area was a little sore. I think the jeans was at least two sizes smaller than my usual fit. 

“Lie down on your back. Lift up your top.”, he said, taking full opportunity of Dadi’s idea. Mr Arul had the camera aimed at me, but I could see his teeth from the big smile he was sporting. 

“What… no…”, my mouth was dry as I tried to decline him. 

“Follow what Arul says Molu. He knows what would work.”, Dadi said, his sentence more of a command than a statement. 

I let out a long sigh, slowly pulling the white top up to my shoulder. I felt my breasts plop out, the thin black bra holding them in place pointing to the ceiling. I stared down in between my cleavage at Mr Arul, who had his mouth slightly open.

“Hold this pose. Look at the camera.”. *Click. *Click. “OK ma. Now I want you to pull the jeans down to your feet and insert both your thumbs into the panty line just below your belly button. I want it to look like you are just about to remove it.”, he was taking every opportunity he could in this situation. I looked at Dadi hoping for him to dismiss this idea. He kept quiet, watching me. His arms were folded on his chest. 

I arched my back up, slowly pushing the jeans down to my feet and laid back, my legs a little spread. I slipped my thumbs into the black panty. I knew Mr Arul and Dadi could make out the outline of my fat pussy lips over the thin black cloth.

“That’s great. Really Good.” *Click. *Click.  

Oh god. I really hope nobody I know will ever see these pictures.

**End of Part 9.**

[zulfique]

Sexy one

[ronylol]

one of the best story i read

[B1ryani]

one of the best story i read

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[ronylol]

Thank you . More updates tomorrow =)

want more humiliation and degradation also hardcore stuff too

[B1ryani]

**Part 10.**

“I think we can change the outfit now.”, Mr Arul said. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock over his pants with his left hand. I quickly slid my top back down and pulled the jeans up, zipping it but leaving the buckle open to breathe. Finally, it’s over. I stood up, waiting for Mr Arul to tell what to do next. He placed the camera down on the table, walking slowly back to the suit case. 

I followed him closely behind, avoiding Dadi’s eyes. Mr Arul squatted down over the bag, his big tummy squishing into his knees. He slowly pulled out 3 items of clothing, handing them to me. Without looking, I quickly grabbed it off his hands and made my way back into the guest room to change. 

My heart was beating fast as I pulled the top and jeans off my body. I quickly laid down the new batch of clothes on the bed to look at what I was dealing with. A lacy off-white silk sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt and white lacy panties. I slipped the top over me, the two thin straps barely hanging on over my shoulders, the cloth was hanging off my bra, opening a big gap between my skin and the top. My flat tummy and belly button was visible to the world.  

I removed my black panties, laying it down on the bed and took a proper look at the white lacy panties Mr Arul had given to me. Fuck. It was pretty much see through, with little gaps in between the lace. I sat down on the bed, slipping the panties up over my legs and pulled it up. 

My dark pussy lips were pretty much visible over the thin skimpy lace, bits of the puffy meat were obvious, peeking out through the small gaps between the fabric. My inner lips were squished together tightly in between my slit. I let out a small sigh, and pulled the black miniskirt up. I stood up again, looking at myself in the mirror. The miniskirt was barely even covering the panties let alone my thighs. 

Mr Arul had chosen this selection of clothes very wisely, ensuring a lot of my skin was exposed to him. I slowly opened the door and peeked out into the living room. Both of them were still in the hall. I slowly walked in, both my hands pulling the mini skirt down to, trying to cover the see-through panties. 

Both eyes were on me. A sly smile on Mr Arul’s face. Dadi stood up, walking slowly towards me. 

“Hmm….”, he said, looking at my chest. “Take the bra off…”

“Dadi… no … it will be too vulgar. Especially in pictures.”, I pleaded to him. 

“It’s fine. The pictures are not going to be made public.”. I saw Mr Arul nod his head in agreement. I turned around, wanting to walk back to the room. The bottom part of my butt cheeks was pretty much visible to them. “No …you can take it off here. It’s fine.”, he continued. 

 My face sunk. With my back facing them, I pulled the top off over me. Holding it with one hand, I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it fall down to my feet. I quickly put the top back over my shoulders to cover my breasts. 

“Turn around.”, I heard Dadi say.

I slowly turned, looking down at my feet. Oh god. My nipples were so hard. Dadi looked down at my breasts and smiled. “Perfect. You need to be sexy for this shoot. You want to be a star, don’t you?”

“Yes… yes… Dadi.”, I said softly. He bent down to pick up my bra, putting it back on the table then sitting back down on the rattan chair. Mr Arul was on the other chair beside him, in front of the camcorder. 

“Are the clothes, ok? Do they fit you well?”, he asked, knowing very well it did not fit me well.

“Yes, uncle.”. I kept my eyes down on my feet. 

 “Arul, are we doing the second session here as well?”, I heard Dadi ask Mr Arul. 

“Yes Santosh Ji. We can still use this space. I thought perhaps the next one we can do it in the garden, some natural light would be good for the next outfit.”

Fuck. There are more outfits. It can’t get worse than this, I thought to myself. 

“Come here, ma.”, Mr Arul said, his eyes locked on my hard nipples protruding out of the silk top. “Let me adjust the skirt to fit you better.”

He just wanted to touch me. The bastard. 

I came forward and stood in front of him. From his seated position, he had a great view of my stomach, the gap from the silk top showing me under boobs. 

“Maybe the skirt needs to be a little bit higher, what do you think, Santosh Ji?”, he placed his right hand on my thigh, gently caressing the skin. 

“I agree, Arul.”, in a way giving his friend permission to touch me. 

Mr Arul took his hand off my thigh, placing them on the sides of the skirts, pulling them up higher, just below my belly button. My panties slowly came to his view. 

“This is perfect, ma”, Mr Arul’s eyes were ravishing my pussy, he stared on, taking in every detail of the fat puffy lips sticking out from in between the lacy gaps. “You look absolutely stunning.”, he said softly, his hands still on my hips. 

He looked up under the top, taking in the view of my breasts hanging freely. “Absolutely gorgeous.”, he commented again. “My agency will be very excited to have her with us.”, he said, winking slightly at me.  

“I’m very happy you think so, Arul.”, Dadi said to him. “This is very exciting, don’t you think so Shanti Molu.”, he asked me sweetly. 

‘’Yes Dadi.”, I rolled my eyes. 

“Oh yes, one more thing.”, Mr Arul said, he let go of my hips and stood up, handing me a pair of thin framed glasses. “It has no power on it. Wear it to complete the look.”

I took it from him, placing it over my nose. I’ve never worn glasses before. He reached and pressed a button on the camcorder, aiming it towards me. “I will take a video as well as pictures for this shoot, ma.”

He then picked up the camera. “Squat down with one knee on the floor, your legs spread…”. I got down, following the pose he instructed. He wanted some upskirt shots of my panties. *Click. *Click. 

“Put your right hand over your pussy, ma.”, he said slyly, using the vulgar term to judge my reaction. I kept a straight face. “Cover it and act like you’re shy.” *Click. *Click. 

“Fantastic. Stand up.”, I slowly got up. Mr Arul came towards me, adjusting the skirt by pulling it up a little bit to show off the lacy panties again. “Spread your legs a little bit…. Good. Good. Hand holding your hips.” *Click. 

“Maybe show a bit of your breasts, Mol?”, Dadi asked, looking at my hard nipples. 

“Yes, Santosh Ji. Let’s do that.”, Mr Arul readily agreed. “Pull your top up a little bit, let me see a bit of skin.”

I slowly pulled my top up as the underboob of my breasts came into view, stopping just below my nipple. *Click. *Click. I heard the camera constantly taking pictures of every movement I made.

“No.No. Not like that.”, Dadi stood up. He reached out with his right hand, grabbing the silky top and pulling it up to my shoulders. *Click. *Click. For a few seconds, my breasts were exposed to the both of them, my hard nipples sticking out at attention. I reacted by immediately covering them with my hands. 

“Dadi…Stop…. What are you doing!!”. Fuck. I didn’t want Mr Arul to see me like this. My heart was jumping out of my chest. 

“This pose is perfect.”, Mr Arul said, ignoring my pleas. *Click. *Click*. “Cover your nipples, push your breasts together.”

“Follow his instructions.”, Dadi commented sternly, his eyes digging deep into mine. He stood behind Mr Arul, looking at the photo’s that he had taken on the little screen. I slowly pushed my breasts together making sure my nipples were covered, offering it to the camera. *Click. *Click. “Good, keep looking at the camera.” *Click. *Click. 

 “Fantastic shot, Arul.”, Dadi’s eye’s going back and forth between the camera and my body. 

“Thank you, Santosh Ji. One more pose, ma.”, I could see the tent on Mr Arul’s cock sticking out from his pants under his big belly. He casually adjusted it, trying to push it down. Dadi noticed his actions and choose to ignore it. The man had a raging hard on watching me pose to his instructions. 

“Get on the couch again, face the wall.” I quickly pulled my top back down, my tits jiggling as I adjusted the top as best I could. The feeling of silk brushing against my hard nipples felt really good. I slowly got on the couch; my back was facing them as I stared at the wall in front of me. 

“OK. Bend your body lower, stick your butt out towards the camera.”

Fuck. Seriously?

I slowly arched my back, sticking my ass out towards them. I could feel the miniskirt slowly rising to show my bare bottoms to the room. The lace panties barely covering my pussy. Both the men stood there looking at me. The miniskirt stopped halfway, so the bottom part of my ass was exposed. I adjusted my legs so my thighs were closer together, squishing my pussy lips, the puffy meat struggling to escape in between the gaps of the lacy panties. 

“Beautiful. This pose is perfect.”. Click* Click* Click*, the camera went off again, constantly clicking. Mr Arul came closer to get some close-up shots of my panties that wasn’t covered by the skirt. *Click. *Click. “Stunning, ma. The panties work wonders against the dark skin down there.”. I could feel his face very close to my bum, adjusting the barrel of the camera, taking more pictures. “I’m happy to see you had shaved again.”, he chuckled softly. I kept quiet, my head spinning from his comments about my body. I buried my face in my hands, my back arched, ass still sticking out towards the camera. 

“Yes. It looks so smooth.”, Dadi commented, acting like he was surprised as well since he threatened me to shave before coming for this shoot. Dadi sat down beside me, stroking my hair. “She is indeed beautiful. A perfect model. Don’t you think so, Arul?”.

“Yes, Santosh Ji. Absolutely gorgeous.”, he had stopped taking photos, holding his camera with one hand, the other resting on his belly. His pants struggling to hold his cock in place. 

Dadi slowly took his hand off my head, slowly tracing it along my spine until he reached my skirt. 

“Dadi..”, I whispered. Afraid of what he might do next. He seemed to relish in the opportunity to flash my body parts to Mr Arul. 

“Shhh…don’t worry Molu. I’m doing this for your own good.”, he said softly as his hands slowly began to roam around by butt cheeks. “Any more pictures in this outfit, Arul?”

“No…no Santosh Ji.”, I heard Mr Arul say from behind me. He was watching Dadi’s hands casually rub every part of my ass, over the skirt and under. “We can actually already change outfits…”

“Hmmmm…. I really like this look on her.”, Dadi commented, his hand gripping the edge of the skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist. “Maybe a few more, Arul?”. My entire ass was now exposed to Mr Arul. Dadi continued to sit beside me, gently squeezing my ass meat, slapping the under side of my butt, making my ass shake. I just remembered all this was also being captured on video. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul continued taking photos. This time with Dadi’s hands playing and kneading my butt cheeks.

**End of Part 10.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 11.**

I felt Dadi’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Dadi touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.

“What do you think of this, Arul?”, Dadi asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Arul’s face. 

“It’s amazing, Santosh Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him. “Hold this pose, Santosh Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click. 

“Is this ok, Arul?”, Dadi slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip. 

“Dadi… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Dadi’s fingers tease me. 

*Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Santosh Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented. 

Dadi’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside. 

Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms. 

My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Arul as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Dadi pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room. I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Arul’s face. 

*Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Arul gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.

Dadi’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub. 

“Look at her Arul, she’s so wet…”, Dadi chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris. 

“Dadi…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy. “Dadi…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans. 

I felt Dadi’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Arul. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on. 

“Feel how soft her pussy is Arul.”, Dadi said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down. 

Mr Arul held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Dadi let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Arul his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move. I felt Mr Arul’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin. 

“Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’

“Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy. 

Mr Arul took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard. 

I glanced at Dadi from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Arul fondle me. 

*Click . *Click. 

Mr Arul took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch. I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Dadi was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Arul’s hand. 

Mr Arul slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.

“Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me. 

“Fuck… she is so tight, Santosh Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore. 

“Take your top off, Molu.”, Dadi said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Dadi grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left. 

“Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Arul’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard, 

“I think that’s enough Arul. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”

Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Dadi stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Arul’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch. Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them. 

*Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,ma.”

Mr Arul went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it. 

“I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Arul said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”

Shit.

**End of Part 11.**

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Extraordinary update.

[B1ryani]

**Part 12.**

Mr Arul placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, ma.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Dadi and Mr Arul. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs. 

“Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Arul stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Dadi and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want. 

Dadi remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Arul slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini. He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini. 

I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it. 

“It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face. 

I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides. 

Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house. My mind was racing with so many thoughts. 

“Turn around, ma,” Mr Arul said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Dadi who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Arul. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini. 

I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass. 

Dadi stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”

The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Arul, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Santosh Ji.”, he stammered. “I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me. 

Dadi placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.

“Yes, Dadi.” I lied, looking down at his hand. 

“Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Arul asked. Dadi let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide. 

Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks. 

“No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Arul. 

“Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face. He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Dadi went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day. 

Mr Arul looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Dadi was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled. 

I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me. “Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok ma, let’s go.”

I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Arul’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Dadi was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in. 

“Wonderful. She looks great Arul.”

“Thank you, Santosh Ji”, 

“Come here, Molu.”

I slowly walked towards Dadi. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit. My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.

“Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork. 

“Stand beside your Dadi, ma”, I heard Mr Arul from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Dadi wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click. 

“Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Arul held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me. 

“Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass. 

“I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”

I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand. 

“Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”

I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click. 

“Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”

I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click

“Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”

“What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”

“There is no one here.”, he said softly. “It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Dadi. I looked up at the swing, Dadi had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.

Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Arul. 

“Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.

I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us. 

“Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said. 

**End Of Part 12.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 13.**

An old face was looking at us from over the wall.  From his view, he could see Mr Arul squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.

“Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.

“Morning aiya. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.

“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul replied. I could his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.

“Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.

“She is going to become a model.”, Mr Arul said, letting out a little laugh.

“Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”

Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.

“Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Arul stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.

“It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”

Mr Arul’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head. “Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”

I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Arul ignored me. I looked at Dadi, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.  

He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Arul, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.

The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Arul had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.

“Show him your bikini, ma.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him. I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.

“Binini?”, the villager said out loud.

“Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”

“Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.

“Take your hands off your body, ma.”, Mr Arul said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”

“Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.

“Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”

With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit. I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.

“Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Arul said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.

The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”

“I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Arul replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.

“This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.

“Bikini. Yes?”

“Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.

“Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Arul said cheekily. “Feel it.”

Wait. What. Is he kidding?

The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.

*Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Arul was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.

The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.

“The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Arul looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.

The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.

“Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was busy beside us taking every shot.

The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.

From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.

The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.

*Click. *Click. “Ma, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Arul asked.

I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.

The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.

“Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.

“Suck his old cock.”, Mr Arul stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.

I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.

I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.

*Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Arul was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.

I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.

The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Arul walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.

The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, ma.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.


“Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Arul asked, looking at him.

”Fantastic aiya. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Arul. Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Dadi, now Mr Arul were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.

“Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Arul commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.

As we got closer, we saw Dadi standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Molu?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.

**End of Part 13.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 14.**

Dadi grabbed my hand, pulling me into the hall. I heard the front door close and lock as Mr Arul followed me closely behind. Dadi’s cock was rock hard, swinging at a ninety-degree angle as he moved around. 

He held my wrist, pulling me into the guest room. “Hmmm…. You little slut, how did that dirty cock taste?”, he sneered at me, looking at the dried cum on my lips and chin. Mr Arul held onto the strings on my back, releasing it so the bikini top fell to floor. 

“Fuck the bitch hard, Arul.”, Dadi said, as he lied down on the bed, opening his dhoti. His cock sprang out, the purple head sticking out welcoming me. He pulled his foreskin down, slowly stroking the shaft as Mr Arul undressed me. I felt Mr Arul’s hands on my hips, slowly rolling down the bikini bottom to my legs. He grabbed my ass cheeks hard, pulling it apart, looking at my little tight asshole. 

“Hmm… I’ve been waiting to fuck all your holes from last week, you little cock tease.” He held my head, pushing me face first onto the bed, my head hitting Dadi’s legs. 

“Come here, slut.”, Dadi said, holding his cock out to me. “Time for your lunch.”

I looked up at Dadi’s face, he had that serious scary expression on him again. I slowly crawled up in between Dadi’s legs towards his erection. Behind me I could hear Mr Arul unzipping his pants and removing his shirt. I turned my head to look at him, his big belly casting a shadow over his jet-black cock. Oh my god. He looked to be slightly more than 7 inches, and about an inch and half thick. Even his cock head that was peeking out from his foreskin was black in colour. He looked me in the eyes, smiling. 

Mr Arul grabbed my hips, positioning my ass up to his face. I arched my back towards him as I slowly took Dadi’s cock into my mouth. “Hmmmm…. suck it bitch … suck Dadi’s cock…”. I held the base of his cock straight, slowly lowering my head onto the purple head. Behind me, Mr Arul had his face positioned near my ass, I could feel his breath on my asshole. Grabbing the sides on my hips, he pushed his face into my pussy, biting the fat puffy lips with his teeth. His beard was tickling my clit as he slowly worked his tongue, slowly sliding it up and down my slit. 

“Mmmmphhhh….”, I moaned softly with Dadi’s cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard. Trying to run my tongue up and down along his meat. I felt Mr Arul push his face deeper between my thighs, his wet tongue searching for my creamy pussy hole. “Mmmmm….”, I moaned softly. Fuck. His tongue felt so good as it slowly slid into me, exploring the warm cavity. 

I slowly started to move my head up and down, my lips wrapped around Dadi’s cock, my left hand slid between his legs, searching for his hairy saggy balls. “”Hmmm….keep sucking slut …”, I looked up at Dadi’s face. His eyes were glazing, mouth open as he moaned softly. I grabbed the base of his hairy ball sack, gently massaging the testes. 

Mr Arul took his face off my wet pussy. He adjusted his body upwards, looking down at my asshole, spitting at it, the saliva hitting my ass crack and bum. I could feel the thick cock head touch my pussy lips. Oh fuck. That black monster in going inside me. I lifted my head off Dadi’s cock. 

“Uncle… uncle… you’re too big uncle…. Not yet…”, I yelled out. I felt it enter, pushing my pussy hole apart wide. Mr Arul placed both his hands on my lower back, gripping me hips hard. His right thumb was poking his saliva into the outer rim of my anus. 

“Fuckkkk….”, I yelled out as the fat black cock made its way deeper into me, tearing me apart. The pain was horrible, it felt like my pussy was tearing. 

“Shut up, bitch.”, he shouted from behind me, pushing all seven inches of cock meat into me. His thumb was forcing it’s way into my asshole now. Thap! His hips hit my thighs as he slid his cock out a little bit and slammed it back into my pussy. Thap! … Thap! … Thap!.... Mr Arul slowly increased his pace, it felt like his cock was going deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. 

“Hmmm… come up a little bit”, Dadi moaned softly, gripping my hands pulling me upwards with Mr Aruls cock still slamming my thighs. My breasts were jiggling, swinging up and down in Dadi’s face every time Mr Arul entered me. Dadi opened his mouth, trying to catch my nipples as they danced in his face. His mouth found my right tit, biting down on my hard nipple. 

“Ouuuu…”, I shouted out in pain as I felt his teeth dig into the dark brown nub. Dadi pulled my nipple with his mouth causing more pain to shoot up from my right nipple to the back of my head. Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!, Mr Arul’s pace was increasing as he continued to pound my pussy hard. 

Dadi let my right nipple go, finding the left and biting down on it as well. “Ahhhh…fuckkkk…. That hurts”, I shouted in pain, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes from the sharp pain coming from my breasts. Dadi pulled the nipple with his teeth, stretching it. I could take it anymore, I collapsed onto his body, my back still arched towards Mr Arul as his hands held onto my hips, continuing to ride me. Dadi’s face was buried in between my tits, his hard cock poking into my stomach. 

“Take it…”, Dadi whispered into my ears. “Take his cock, you little slut.”. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me down as Mr Arul kept pounding me. Thap! Thap! Thap!. The sound echoing inside the little room. They continued on in this position for a few minutes until I felt Mr Arul’s thick black cock slowly slide out from my gaping pussy hole. 

He moved back a little bit, placing both hands on my pussy lips, pulling it apart to look at the pink sore hole.

“Your turn, Santosh Ji.”, He smiled. 

Mr Arul moved his hands to my bum, pushing me upwards a little bit. I felt Dadi’s cock glide against my stomach down towards my pubic area. He pulled me upwards a little bit more, his hands in between our stomachs, trying to find my pussy. 

Dadi held me tight, my face buried into his neck, my breast squished onto his chest as he slid his cock into me easily. He slowly started to thrust his hips upwards, penetrating the sore hole. “Hmmmmm…mmm….mmm,”, I cried out softly with my face buried into his shoulders. I felt both of Dadi’s hands move down my back onto my ass cheeks, spreading it apart for Mr Arul. 

“I’m going to tear this hole, ma.”, Mr Arul brought his face close to my ear, whispering it to me. Fuck. I clenched my asshole shut as tightly as I could. I heard a small pop and thick liquid started pour down onto the entrance of my anus. Shit. He brought the coconut oil. 

Mr Arul squirted more onto his hand, gently massaging it onto his black knob. Dadi had stopped thrusting his cock into me, his hands still holding my butt cheeks apart for his friend. I started to cry as I felt Mr Arul force his middle and index finger into my tight asshole, using the oil to slide it in and out, trying to enlarge the hole for his cock. 

“Mppphhhhh,”, I buried my face tighter into Dadi’s neck, holding in the pain. Mr Arul slowly slid his fingers out of my oily anus. 

“Are you ready for it?”, he whispered into my ear excitedly. “You can shit easily after today.”, he laughed. I started to tear hearing him speak to me like that. Dadi’s cock was still buried inside my pussy as I felt a fat cock head touch the entrance on my asshole. 

Mr Arul slowly pushed the tip into me. “Ahhhhhh….ouuu”, I lifted my head, shouting out in pain feeling my butt hole widen. I could feel my anus walls tightening around the fat black knob entering me. 

Fuck. It hurt so much. Mr Arul readjusted himself, squatting above me, his hands holding my shoulders to balance himself as he pushed his cock deeper into my ass. 

“Shit. This bitch’s asshole is so fucking tight.”, I heard him comment behind me. 

Mr Arul slowly kept pushing as I felt my anus starting to fill up with cock. The oil was helping him slide in, but barely. The deeper he went, the dryer it was. Dadi was chuckling softly into my ears, his holding still holding my butt cheeks apart. Eventually Mr Arul had managed to push all 7 inches of his fat cock into me. 

Dadi let my butt cheeks go, holding onto my hips now. I was being double penetrated, a cock in both my pussy and asshole. The pain from my anus was causing me dizziness as I silently sobbed into Dadi’s shoulder. 

“This feels good, doesn’t it?”, Dadi whispered to me as Mr Arul slowly slid his cock out and pushed it back into my ass. I cried out a bit as I felt the cock enter me again. Mr Arul was ripping all my holes apart. At the same time, Dadi slowly started to grind his hips into me, a soft Pap! Pap! Pap! sound as his thighs hit my skin. From the back, Mr Arul started to increase his pace as well, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down my asshole. Thap! Thap! Thap! The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing inside the room as both cocks slid in and out of my holes, pounding me hard. 

This continued on for about 10 minutes, I could feel the cocks hitting each other in between my pussy and anus wall. I sobbed quietly, my tears rolling down my cheeks hitting Dadi’s shoulders, accepting the abuse of both my holes. 

I could feel Dadi’s breaths getting heavier as his grinding increased speed.”Fuck… fuck… I’m going to cum…”, he tensed his body, spraying his cum deep inside my pussy. Fuck! I could feel the cum filling me up as he unloaded into me, the cum dripping out from my pussy hole onto his pubic hair and balls. 

Thap! Thap! Thap! Mr Arul continued to pound my poor asshole. I clenched my fist into a ball, waiting for him to finish. Dadi’s slippery flaccid cock slowly exited my pussy, his cum flooding out between my wet pussy lips. Dadi continued to hold my hips out towards him as he increased his speed even more, his finger nails digging into my shoulders. “Ahhh…”, I moaned softly into Dadi’s shoulders, the pain becoming unbearable from the thick cock. 

Mr Arul quickly pulled out of me, grabbing my hair, and throwing me off Dadi’s body. I screamed in pain as I felt my scalp burning. He got on top of me, his legs spread beside my waist, stroking his thick shaft, his cock was rock hard, thick veins popping out from his black foreskin. 

“Open your mouth slut.”, Mr Arul growled at me, staring me in the eyes. I slowly lifted my body up, putting my face near his cock, the smell of coconut oil and my asshole filling up my nostrils. Dadi laid down beside me, watching with a big grin on his face. “Open it.”. Without waiting for me, he pushed his cock into my mouth, holding the thick base of his cock, and let go. “Hmmmmmmaahhhh”, he moaned loudly as thick spurts of cum started to shoot out of his cock down my throat. He stood there, his head looking up at the ceiling, as I swallowed everything he gave me. Gagging as I felt the long thick cock hit the back of my mouth, still releasing its creamy liquid into me. 

He looked down at me, smiling. “I’m not done , you little slut….”, he said , locking his eyes onto mine, slowly pulling the black meat out of my mouth as the cum started to drip out down my chin. He aimed the cock at my face, stroking it hard again. I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to come.

Cum flew out of his black piss hole, hitting me in the face, hair and chest. Thick goblets of creamy goo sliding down my body, the smell of his cum started to get heavy in the little room. He held his cock at my face, little droplets of cum still falling down onto my legs. Dadi watched him in awe, amazed at the amount of cum this man had in him. 

“Clean it bitch.”, he said looking at me, smiling widely. 

I moved my cum drenched face close to his cock, slowly taking the fat black head into my mouth. I could feel it getting softer as I suckled the head, my wet tongue sliding around the tip and playing with his thick foreskin. I could taste his cum in every part of my mouth. 

“Fuck. That was good.”, he said with a heavy sigh, pulling his cock out of my mouth, looking at me. 

I laid back down, exhausted. Both my holes were so sore from the pounding I had received, I could still feel Dadi’s cum flowing out of my pussy down towards my gaping anus. There was thick sticky cum all over my face and hair, tear stains on my cheeks. Mr Arul slowly moved to the side of the bed, sitting down at the edge, his big belly hanging downwards. His black cock head has succumbed back into it’s shelter under his thick foreskin. He was panting heavily, the thick gold chain he was wearing moving up and down with every breath. 

Dadi looked at me, a sick grin on his face, then at Mr Arul. “Arul, ready for round 2?”

**End of Part 14.**

[ronylol]

just amazing nothing to say bro just amazing

[Dumeelkumar]

Let her get her breast and pussy tatooed as "Im a your bitch" and photographed.

[Vicky Viknesh]

college girl means this is under age story??????????

[B1ryani]

college girl means this is under age story??????????

Nope. 18+ . Young college student

[B1ryani]

just amazing nothing to say bro just amazing

Thank you so much. I will continue on to Chapter 3 of the story. =)

[tweeny_fory]

wow.. 3 cocks in a day.. perfect slut in making

[blackdesk]

waooo sexy, give her more please