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

[ronylol]

waiting brother

[B1ryani]

**Part 15.**

I left Nani’s house later in the evening. Dadi and Mr Arul took to filling up all my holes multiple times over the course of the day. Dadi even grabbed the camcorder from the hall and placed it in the room, recording Mr Arul pounding my sore asshole for the second time while Dadi used my mouth to release his cum. They took multiple pictures of me in various positions with cum dripping out of my holes on the guest bed, for his personal use, Mr Arul said. Dadi accepted it, making him promise that the pictures and videos stayed within the two of them. Mr Arul agreed with the guarantee that he would get to fuck me whenever he returned to the village. 

I was exhausted when I left, my pussy and asshole sore from the activities of the day. Before I left, Mr Arul took me aside, giving me a strip of pills, telling me to take them the next morning to avoid getting impregnated. I got home, greeting my parents who were watching television in the hall and went straight to my room, my brother was probably out with his friends. I had showered in Nani’s house before I left, desperately trying to wash the cum off from my body. 

“Shanti, how was your outing with Manisha?”, I heard ma ask me from outside my door. 

“It was good ma.”, I replied, “I’m so tired, just going to sleep early tonight.”

“Have you had your dinner?”

I did. Nani had cooked some food for Dadi before she left, which he had made me eat naked in their living room. 

“Yes, ma. I did.”

A month or so had passed, and thankfully, I had gotten my period a week after that day. We had gone to Nani’s house a few times since then as a family, with Dadi and me acting casual as if nothing had happened between us. He would try and cop a feel of my body as and when he had the opportunity to be alone with me, ensuring Nani or my parents were no where close to us. I tried my best to avoid going there alone and spent more time in college with my friends. Mr Arul has been quiet as well, I haven’t heard a word from him since he left back to the city. Deep down I was always fearful that one day those pictures and videos may end up on the internet and somebody would recognize me. 

Classes continued as usual, with assignments continuously filling up my free time at home. I also started to spend more time with Manisha and getting to know Rahul. He came from a well to do family in our village, his father owned several sundry shops in a few villages. He is small framed and skinny, slightly taller than 5 feet. He hair slicked neatly to the side and always wore his thin framed glasses. Rahul was always soft spoken and well natured to wards me, and I started to like him as a friend as well. Manisha had started to get serious with him as well, constantly flirting and spending more time with him. I could tell she really liked him. 

It was the week after our final examinations that Manisha had come spend the night over at my house. We had been looking forward to a girl’s night sleepover, and it has been a long time since we had spent time together, just the both of us. We have been friends for the last 7 years, starting from college, and it just so happened we both got into the same college in the township near our village. 

We spoke a lot about college assignments, other girls and of course, boys. 

“So…. You really like Rahul, huh?”, I teased her.

She giggled softly, swinging her long hair back, her flawless light brown skin shining under the fluorescent light. “Yes. I do ... he is sweet.”

“He is sweet? Or he tastes sweet?”, I looked at her, smiling slightly.

She laughed out loud, pinching my thighs.

“Owwwww…. That hurt Manisha”, I laughed back, rubbing my thigh.

“Pfft.”, she rolled her eyes at me, smiling widely, her left hand slowly rubbing my calf. “He is sweet … to me. He treats me well.”, she looked me in the eyes. “He doesn’t have many friends in college, always keeping to himself.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. He plans to leave and finish his studies abroad, so I guess he really isn’t interested in staying here anymore.”, she said, looking down, a slight frown on her face, her beautiful pink lips curled downwards. 

“Do you plan to follow him?”, I asked, curious. 

“You know we can’t afford it.”, she said sadly. “Maybe after graduation. I would go wherever he is.”

“I see.”, I nodded slightly. “…and he is ok with that?”

“Yea. He is. He said he will bring me there once he has settled in.”, she said, smiling slightly. I could tell Manisha really liked him. I reached out and patted her head playfully. 

“So…. Have you guys done it?”, I said, grinning at her. 

Manisha looked at me with a naughty smile. “Hehehehe …not yet.”, she snickered softly. “Just some light groping as we make out. He’s very shy around me, even when we are alone together.”

“Has he seen you naked yet?”.

“What?! NOO!.”, she blushed hard, avoiding looking at my face. “We are meeting tomorrow though.”

“Where?”

“At a hotel in town.”, she said shyly.

“What! A hotel?! So, you guys do intend to do it then?”, I said, my eyes opened wide. 

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”, she said, she reached out and held my hand. “We do occasionally rent a room for a couple of hours, but just to make out.”, she said softly, “It’s difficult for us to get any time alone. His family is always at home, so is mine. So, we rent a room at random hotels to kiss.”, she giggled again. 

“Right. Just kiss.”, I rolled my eyes at her, smiling slyly. 

“I don’t know. I might take things to a higher level eventually.”, she said in a serious tone, her big brown eyes looking up at the ceiling, as if in deep thought. “Why don’t you tag along for a little while tomorrow?”

“What the hell? Why would I tag along? To watch the both of you kiss?”, I blurted out, trying to hold back my laughter. 

“Hahahaha, for fun. Just to see his face when both of us appear at the door.”, she smiled cheekily. “Hang out with us for a little while. Then leave. The hotel isn’t so far from here anyway.”

“Fine.”, I let out a long sigh to playfully show my annoyance at her. “But I’ll leave if things get out of hand between the both of you.”

Manisha grinned at me, “It just might.”, she laughed.

**End of Part 15.**

[B1ryani]

Chapter 3 - The Hotel Room


**Part 16.**


We spoke a little bit more about Rahul and about the boys in our college, to find a potential candidate for me, according to Manisha. As close as we were, I did not tell Manisha about anything that had happened in Nani’s house months ago. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since that day, constantly worried about the photos and videos that was in Mr Arul’s possession. I did not trust him, but I knew he respected Dadi enough to keep it to himself. 

I turned around and looked at Manisha, she looked beautiful as she slept. Her long hair covering her beautiful face as she snoozed silently. She did not have a worry in the world if she got together with Rahul. He was financially secured and came from a reputable family. From what we had spoken earlier, Rahul’s parents liked her as well and there was discussion about marriage after they had both graduated. My world had taken a turn for the worse since the first day Dadi had taken advantage of my body. I turned over to the other side, trying to hold back my tears. Eventually, I fell asleep too. 

I woke up the next day around 9.00 AM to laughter coming from the living room. I slowly opened the door and looked out to see Manisha having breakfast with my family. I knew my brother had a little crush on her and was ogling her as she spoke. My parents knew Manisha well and always welcomed her to our home as part of the family. 

“Good morning sleepy head,”, Appa said. “Would you be joining us for breakfast this morning?”

“Hurry up and have your shower, ma”, Amma cut in, “The food is getting cold.”

“Give me a couple of minutes…”, I yawned as I closed the door again. I slowly made my way into the small attached bathroom in my room, stripping at the door. I stood there naked for a minute, slowly wrapping the towel around my body as the room door opened. 

“Hey!”, I shouted out at Manisha as she casually strolled in. 

“What?!!!Hurry up.”, she jogged towards me and playfully slapped my bum. “Rahul will meet us in an hour.”

I got into the bathroom, oh yea, I forgot. I was supposed to follow her and hang out with them for a little while today. 

“Wait. Does he know I’m coming?”, I peeked out from behind the half closed door. Manisha sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her phone. 

“Nope. He thinks it’s just me.”, she glanced up at me, giggling slightly.

I rolled my eyes at her as I close the door. 

Half an hour later, the both of us were making our way to the edge of town, the sun shining brightly at our faces as we strolled past little chai walla’s and saree shops. The streets were empty in this area, barely a soul around. 

“Are you sure we are going the correct way?”, I asked her, slightly doubtful looking at the area we are in.

“Yup. We came here once before.”, she replied me, walking confidently. “The receptionist is a bit of creep, but we didn’t have a problem the last time we came.”, she shrugged her shoulders as she continued walking. Manisha was wearing a simple sleeveless shirt and a long ankle high skirt. I had on my usual t-shirt and track pants . I was a bit worried about having to leave alone later on in the day. 

5 minutes later, the both of us reached the supposed hotel. It looked bad at first glance from the outside. It was an old 4 story building at the very edge of town, the paint faded from the sun. Looking up, I could see a few windows were broken, a large handwritten signboard hung from a pole in front stating the hotel’s hourly rates. 

Grand Tamilnadu Hotel, the signboard glared at my face. A few letters were missing. This place was a dump. There was nothing grand about it at all.

“Are you serious Manisha?”, I looked at her, then pointed at the building. “This place? It looks horrible!”. 

“What? It’s what we can afford.”, she said, laughing slightly at my face. “Come on, it isn’t so bad.”

“Ughhh.”, I rolled my eyes at her as I followed her to the entrance. 

An old security guard was seated at the entrance smoking a cheap cigarette. He looked up at the both of us, his eyes found my chest as he watched us walking towards him. He slowly stood up, nodding his head slightly as he opened the dirty glass door for us. His dark oily face sneering as he watched us enter the old hotel lobby, his eyes never leaving our bodies. We ignored him as we made our way to the dark staircase.

“Do you know which room Rahul took?”, I whispered at Manisha. 

“Yeah. On the second floor. He managed to get the same room we took the last time.”, she said as she entered the archway to the stairs. 

“Hi ma, nice to see you again.”, a voice called out from below us.

We both turned to see a man in his 50’s grinning up at us. He looked at Manisha, then at me with a little smirk on his face. He was a dark skinny man, bald with grey hair on the sides of his head wearing a pair of thick glasses. 

“Hi uncle.”, Manisha said, slowly taking another step up, trying to avoid him. 

“Your boyfriend is waiting for you,”, he said, a bit of sarcasm in his voice, staring intently at the both of us. “Room 2 – 5.”

“Yes, I know.”, Manisha replied crudely, trying to move on. I too followed Manisha back up to climb the stairs to ignore him. He continued to stare at us with a smile on his face as we reached the landing to the first floor. 

“Who’s that?”, I asked her. He looked like a creep.

“Sigh. Senthil. The hotel manager.”, she replied, rolling her eyes. “He was here the last time as well, asking Rahul and me multiple questions when we wanted to book the room. He kept commenting about how couples like to use his hotel for sex and leave, trying to get us to acknowledge that was why we came here.”

“I see.”, I shrugged as we made our way up to the second floor. “He looks disgusting.”

“He is. He kept staring at my ass and making lewd comments whenever I was close by. Rahul was very uncomfortable with him as well.”. 

We finally reached the doorway to hotel room. 

“Shhhh…”, Manisha put her finger to her lips, giggling as she silenced me. We both stood in front of the door as Manisha gently knocked. I heard some shuffling and footsteps heading towards the door. Rahul slowly opened the door and peeked out at the hallway to the both us grinning back at him. 

“Manisha!”, he said excitedly, then looked over at me, puzzled. “Hi Shanti.”, he said shyly as I waved at him with a smile on my face. 

Manisha pushed her way past him and entered the room with me following her closely behind. It didn’t look so bad, just a pretty basic king-sized bed with a table stand on each side. A dresser with a large mirror facing the bed and a small bathroom at the other end of the small room. Two small chairs and little table were placed in front of the room window. Rahul had already pulled the curtains shut. I looked at the sheets and noticed one side was crumpled from where Rahul was probably laying down while waiting for Manisha. The sheets don’t look washed though, I thought to myself as I made my way to the small chair in front of the window to sit down. 

“Hey….what’s going on?”, Rahul asked, visibly uncomfortable and blushing slightly, knowing that I knew why the two of them had booked a room in the edge of town to make out. 

“Don’t worry,Rahul.”, I laughed a little looking at his shocked expression. “I just came to say hi.”

“Relax Rahul.”, Manisha gently took his hand and led him to the edge of the bed facing me. “I asked her to follow me here to surprise you.”, she continued. 

Rahul being the perfect gentleman that he is quickly grabbed a drink from the table and offered one to me, his small frame moving around making him look like an excited little kid. It was obvious he wanted some private time with Manisha, and I knew I was intruding into their space but Manisha seemed very casual about it. I took the drink from Rahul and thanked him as he adjusted his glasses on his face. 

“So… this is where you guys come to make out huh?”, I teased him as he sat down beside Manisha on the bed.

**End of Part 16.**

[ronylol]

wow someone new going to fuck Shanti super

[B1ryani]

**Part 17.**

Rahul blushed as he looked down at his feet. Manisha laughed out loud, “Stop teasing him, Shanti.”, she said as she took his hand into hers. 

“Hahaha. Sorry.”, I looked at Rahul with a sad face.” Don’t be mad, I’m just teasing.”

“I know.”, he said smiling up at me as Manisha gave him a little peck on his cheek. 

We hung around for a little while more, just casually talking about random things. Rahul told me a little bit more about his family background and his plans post-graduation for him and Manisha. I also got to find out a little bit more about their relationship status as it seemed it was getting serious. Eventually the topic turned to sex. 

“Are you still a virgin, Rahul?”, I teased him again, with Manisha glaring at me, giving me an annoyed look. 

“Errr….yeah.I am”, he replied shyly, looking down. Manisha slowly moved her right hand down to his thighs over his jeans, looking at his face.

“Ever gotten a blowjob?”, I asked again, surprised that he had never experienced any form of sexual contact before this. He wasn’t a bad looking boy, and I knew quite a few girls wanted him, mainly for his family’s money. 

“He’s about to get one.”, Manisha giggled at us. Her long hair swaying behind her. 

I watched as Manisha’s fingers slowly played with his zipper as Rahul started to blush. “Hey,I said I was going to leave if you guys get out of hand.”, I teased Manisha jokingly. 

“Come on, it’s not like you haven’t seen a cock before.”, she replied, slowly unbuckling Rahul’s belt. 

“Manisha, what are you doing?”, Rahul blurted out, embarrassed that I was in the room with the two of them. His face was in shock as Manisha slowly pulled his jeans down to his feet. 

“Giving you a little present.”, she said softly looking at him as she got off the bed and went down on her knees between his legs. 

“Shanti is here…”, he whispered to her. His eyes darting back between Manisha and me. 

“It’s ok. She can watch if she wants.”, she said, smiling up at him then turning back towards me, giving me a wink. 

Manisha was teasing the poor boy so badly, but I was curious as to how far these two would go. Furthermore, unknown to the both of them, the last 3 cocks I had in me belonged to old men. I decided to stay for a little while, then leave.  

“Are you sure?.”, Rahul’s face was red as Manisha slowly pulled his underwear down to his feet as well. Rahul’s hard cock sprang out at her. It’s not big, I thought to myself, looking at it as Manisha slowly placed her hand on the base of his shaft, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the head. Rahul’s cock looked to be about 4 and half inches long, and thin. My thought’s wondered on to Mr Arul’s big black cock pounding me. I closed my legs shut, revisiting the memory. Rahul quickly tried to cover his little cock with his hands, keeping his head down to avoid looking at me. 

“Hello.”, Manisha said sweetly, looking down at his erection as she slowly pushed his hands away. She looked up at him and smiled. “I wanted to surprise you today.”

“Surprise me?”, Rahul said softly. Both me and Manisha looking at his reactions. I wanted to watch them up close, I slowly stood up and walked towards to the bed. Rahul looked up at me, his expression in shock as he watched me making my way towards them.

“It’s ok Rahul, I won’t tell anyone. I’m going to leave soon anyway and give you guys your time. Ok?.”, I told him as I sat beside him, looking down at Manisha as she gave the tip of Rahul’s pink cock head a little kiss. She let a bit of her saliva drip onto the tip, making it shine under the room light.

I could feel my pussy slowly starting to get wet watching Manisha play with the cock in front of her. “It’s ok, enjoy it Rahul. Manisha really likes you.”, I smiled at him, looking down between his legs and Manisha slowly opened her beautiful pink lips and took Rahul’s cock head into her mouth.

“Mmmmm…”, Rahul moaned softly, looking down at her. Manisha gently took his entire cock into her mouth, burying her face into his patch of pubic hair. She closed her eyes, slowly bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on his thin shaft. “Mmmm…ahhh….”, Rahul continued to moan, closing his eyes and enjoying his first blowjob. 

I kept watching them, Manisha looked beautiful as she gently sucked on Rahul’s cock. I started to feel a little bit jealous of the both of them, thinking back on how I have gotten myself entrapped by Dadi and his friend. 

Manisha slowly took her head off Rahul’s tool, gripping the base of his cock while resting her hand on his pubes. “Does it feel good?”.

Rahul nodded slightly, looking like he was on cloud nine. She slowly stuck out her tongue, letting it rest on top of the cock head, teasing the little hole. 

“Mmmmm…fuck.”, Rahul continued to moan, his fingers gripping the bed sheets hard. “I’m about to cum….”, Rahul moaned loudly. Manisha took his cock back into her mouth and sucked hard, waiting for him to blow his load into her. I watched them, keeping quiet as I did not want to interrupt the special moment these two were having. Manisha closed her eyes, keeping her lips wrapped around the base. The pressure was intense in the room as Rahul’s breathing started to get deeper. 

Behind me, I heard a little click coming from the door.

**End of Part 17.**

[Rainman]

Wow awesome update!

[B1ryani]

**Part 18.**

“I fucking knew it!!.”

I heard a voice shout out from the entrance as the door swung wide open. Rahul’s cock flew out of Manisha’s mouth, all 4 and a half inches fully erect, the entire shaft slick and wet with her saliva. Rahul looked like he was on the edge of cumming when the loud noise took him by surprise. He arched down desperately trying to pull his underwear and jeans up. Manisha fell backwards onto the floor ass first, her eyes wide from the shock, the look of fear spread upon her face. Her hair was messy and hung loosely on her face and shoulders. 

I stood up immediately when I heard the door starting to open. This fucking hotel room did not have a latch to it, just a lock on the knob. Anybody attached to the hotel would have free access to any rooms if they had the right key from the outside. 

Two figures barged in, pushing their way towards us. I felt a hand grab me by the hair, pushing my head back downwards onto the bed. I lost my footing falling backwards beside Rahul onto the bed. 

“So this is what you kids come here to do?!!!”, I heard a voice shout at us as I slowly turned my head to look for the source of the direction. 

I saw Senthil, the hotel standing at the edge on the bed, looking down at me and Rahul, he had his left leg placed in between Rahul’s thighs, Stepping down on his underwear and jeans. Rahul had his left hand on his pubic area, gripping his cock to hide it from our view while his right was still trying to pull his jeans up. The look of anguish and desperation on his face, he was going to burst into tears any time. 

The old security guard who had opened the door for us stood beside Manisha, a wide grin on his face looking directly at Rahul struggling while he held Manisha’s arm, pulling her up. His grip was hard as I heard Manisha let out a little shout, her face twisted in pain as her body swung up to stand beside him. 

“Uncle…Uncle…What are you doing?”, Rahul blurted out. He had given up on trying to pull his jeans up, both his hands covering his cock and balls. 

“What kind of establishment to you think I’m running?”, Senthil looked down at him, then at me. “You people think you can bring whores anytime to my hotel?”, he boomed, his face twisted in sick smile as he looked at my breasts. I heard Manisha slowly starting to sob, she had her left hand on her right arm where the old security guard was still holding on to her tightly.

The old security guard sneered towards Rahul. “I know who this boy is, Senthil sir.”, he sneered. 

Senthil looked back at Rahul. 

“He is Kandaswamy’s son. The rich man who owns several convenient stores around the village.”, he continued, his eyes still were focused on Rahul’s hands are.

Senthil looked like he was in deep thought for a while. 

“You rich little punk!”, Senthil sneered at him, his bald head shining under the room lights. Senthil slowly adjusted his think glasses to look at Manisha and me. “First you bring your little slutty girlfriend here, and now another bitch?!.”, he pointed at me. 

“No…no…uncle….it’s not like that.”, Rahul whimpered softly. “They are my friends.”

Manisha was looking down at her feet, holding back her tears. The fear of the situation was slowly creeping up to me as well, looking at these two men staring at us. It’s not like we were doing anything illegal, everyone here is of legal age. The typical Indian mentality of no sex before marriage was still adamant in the outskirts, and Senthil looked like he has seen an opportunity to make some money. 

“Stand up bastard!”, Senthil growled at him. Rahul didn’t budge. 

“Uncle…my jeans ...please.”, Rahul looked up at him. 

“It is down because she was sucking your cock, wasn’t she?.”, he glanced at Manisha who still had her head looking down at the floor. She had let go of the old security guards’ hand, who still had a firm grip of her arm. 

“Are you deaf boy?”, he said again. “I said stand up!”. I heard the security guard chuckle. 

Rahul let his right had go, pushing his body slowly up to a standing position. He was trying to keep his balance as his jeans and underwear were still wrapped up around his feet. Rahul finally managed to stand up in front of Senthil. The hotel manager was at least a foot taller than him, towering scarily over Rahul. 

“Ganesh, let that slut go.”, Senthil nodded his head towards the security guard as he repositioned himself, sitting down beside me to my left. Rahul stood directly in front of us, his face was pale. All three of us were afraid of what these men wanted to do with us. Ganesh the old security guard flung Manisha onto the bed behind me, her long skirt lifted upwards, exposing her smooth light brown calf’s. Her head hit the pillow and she maintained at that position, burying her face, sobbing silently. I kept my head down, uncomfortable with Senthil’s body so close beside mine. 

Ganesh pulled up a chair from the window, and sat down facing the bed. He took a packet of his cheap cigarettes out of his chest pocket and lit one up, waiting for Senthil’s next move. 

“Is what he said true, boy?.”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul. 

“Is…is…what true…uncle?”, Rahul whimpered again.

“Your father, bastard. Is he rich?!”

“Yes…..”, Rahul said, barely a whisper. I looked over at Ganesh, who was seated down on the chair facing us with Rahul standing beside him. 

“So… you think you can come here and throw your money around?”, Senthil sneered at him. “You rich fucker’s think they can buy anything. How much are you paying these whores?!”

“They…they’re not…whores….uncle.They…they are my friends…”, Rahul said softly, looking at my scared face then at Manisha who was still crying into the pillow at the other end of the bed. 

“Must be nice to have friends that suck your cock eh boy?”, Ganesh laughed out loud, blowing out his cigarette smoke upwards towards Rahul’s face. 

“I wish I had friends like that too.”, Senthil chuckled. I felt his right hand on my back, placed right on my bra strap over my shirt. His touch was making me uncomfortable. “I haven’t gotten my cock sucked by a beautiful woman in a long time.”, he continued, laughing. Senthil took his hand off my back and placed it on my head, pushing the loose strands of hair back behind my ears.

“Move your hands, boy!.”, Ganesh suddenly said, his tone suddenly serious, he was leaning forward as he threw the cigarette bud onto the ground, putting it out with his shoes. 

“Uncle…uncle….please don’t.”, Rahul said softly, looking down at the old security guard. Manisha moved her body up, her back leaning against the bedrest. Dried tears on her cheeks, she looked visibly shaken. 

“You better listen to me bastard.”, Ganesh growled at him, “Or I am going to tear that bitch’s asshole.”, he pointed at Manisha, who’s face suddenly dropped as she whimpered softly. 

”Please….please…don’t hurt me…”, she begged him.

**End of Part 18.**

[B1ryani]

**Part 19.**

“Rahul…Rahul….just listen to him.”, I said softly, afraid that Ganesh will hurt Manisha. 

Rahul slowly moved his hands to his sides, his face sunken as he looked down at his pubic area. His cock head had shrunk back into its thick foreskin, peeking out from between the pubic hair, barely an inch or so. 

“Fucking pathetic.”, Senthil said, looking at Rahul’s cock. Ganesh laughed out loud beside him. “Did you think you were going to fuck these two whores with that?”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul, who face was now red with shame. 

“What a cute cock you have boy.”, Ganesh said softly. He slowly reached out his old dark wrinkly hand, the thumb and forefinger holding onto Rahul’s foreskin. He pulled it back, exposing the little pink mushroom head towards Senthil and me. 

Senthil ignored Ganesh’s fondling of Rahul’s cock, looking back up at him. “What would your father think of you, boy?”, Senthil sneered at him. “His son fucking whores in my little hotel.”

“Uncle…no…uncle, it’s not like that at all.”, his eyes widening up at the mention of his father. He looked scared shitless. Ganesh slowly started to rub the little cock, pulling and pushing the foreskin up and down. 

“What if I told people in the village about your activities?”, Senthil said softly, threateningly. “Who would your parents marry you off to?”

“Uncle…uncle…please don’t.”, Rahul started pleading, putting his hands together towards Senthil and me. I kept quiet, at a loss of words of what to say in this situation. Senthil had his hand placed on my back again. I could hear Manisha sobbing softly from behind me. 

“Which slut did you intend to fuck first?.”, Senthil continued to torture him,”That one?”, he pointed at the crying Manisha, “Or this one?. This one has a bigger pair of tits.”, he sneered. His right hand moved from my back, grabbing my right breast over the shirt, pressing down on it hard. 

“Owwww…”, I shouted out, surprised at the sudden hand grabbing my breast. Fuck. That hurt. What should I do? I have never been this scared before in my life. 

Senthil looked at me, his face close to my left ear. “Take off your shirt…”, he whispered. 

“Uncle…please…”, Rahul begged him again, his eyes darting between Senthil’s face and mine. The old security guard hands had stopped moving, he had Rahul’s cock head pinched between his fingers, I could see it choking bulging outwards. 

“Take it off slut….”, he said again, looking at me. I slowly pulled my top off over my head and placed it behind me. I could feel a tear exiting my eye. For the first time, I was afraid for my life and for my friends. What was supposed to be a chill afternoon is now turning into a nightmare. I immediately put both my hands over my bra, pushing my breast onto my chest, hunching over to hide my body from the eyes of all the men in the room.

“Ooooowahhhh…. amazing tit’s that slut has, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh said, he pinched Rahul’s cock head, the pink mushroom building out. I could tell Rahul’s cock was growing slightly. “This little cock is getting excited.”, he chuckled 

“This is what you are going to do, boy.”, Senthil said, looking Rahul directly into his eyes. Manisha remained quiet behind us. I was listening to every word, still covering my breasts over my bra. “You are going to call your father….”

“Uncle…no…no …. please….”, Rahul begged again.

“Shut the fuck up bastard. You are going to call your father and have him deliver 5 Lakh to me and Ganesh here.”, Senthil said, smiling slightly.

Rahul’s face dropped, the fear in his eyes apparent. Senthil wanted an absurd amount of money. I don’t think even Rahul’s family would be able to afford it. 

“5 Lakh each.”, Senthil continued, smiling slyly at Rahul. Ganesh’s eyes lit up at the thought of the money coming to him.

“Uncle… please…. My father…. My father will kill me….”, he said, tears now streaming down his face. 

Senthil stood up, looking Rahul straight in the eyes. “I want the money, you little shit.”, he boomed. His eyes stared angrily at Rahul behind his thick glasses. 

“I…I can’t…. please….don’t do this….”,Rahul was crying hard, trying to choke out the words. 

“It’s simple.”, Senthil whispered softly at him, but everyone in the room could still hear every word he said. “I won’t hurt you, although I can’t guarantee Ganesh here, he likes both boys and girls.”, he sneered slightly, enjoying the torment he was inflicting towards Rahul. He slowly walked towards the side of the bed beside Manisha. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide with horror but no sound escaped her. I was rooted in my spot, too afraid to move. 

Senthil reached out, gripping Manisha’s hair, pulling her towards the other end of the bed beside me. 

“AHHHHHHH…please….please….AHHHHHHhhh….”, Manisha screamed, the pain from her hair being pulled must be burning her scalp. Senthil let go of her as she fell beside me, panting hard, I could hear sobs escaping her mouth. 

“These two sluts will belong to me from now on…”, he said, sitting back down. This time beside Manisha who was in between us. Her whimpering was getting louder. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. “I will make them my in-house hotel prostitutes.”, he laughed out loud as he said it. 

“Uncle… no…. please don’t ….Please….I… I..will find the money….”, Rahul begged him, looking at Manisha and me. 

“Call your father….”, Senthil looked at him, Senthil slowly placed his left hand on Manisha’s leg.

“I will do anything …. Anything …. Please uncle….Not my father… please.”, his pleading turned to sobbing.

Senthil looked at Manisha as his hand slowly crept up under her skirt,“Take off your panties..”

**End of Part 19.**

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Sorry for the delay. Have been busy. Will try and update one chapter at least by tomorrow. But it looks like this story isn't getting as much traction as my last one.

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Sorry for the delay. Have been busy. Will try and update one chapter at least by tomorrow. But it looks like this story isn't getting as much traction as my last one.

don't be bothered about this one brother . you know sometimes a story become popular when it is complete give it some time

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don't be bothered about this one brother . you know sometimes a story become popular when it is complete give it some time

Thank you for your continuous support bro.

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**Part 20**

“If you don’t want anything to happen to this bitch...”, Senthil said slowly, emphasizing every word, “Get me my money….”. his slowly pushed Manisha’s long skirt up to her knees, exposing her long legs and thighs to everyone in the room. Manisha was looking down, I could still see tears rolling down from her cheeks, her hands holding down her skirt between her legs, trying to cover her panties. 

“Uncle.. uncle…please don’t hurt us…”, I whimpered at him, reaching out to grab his hand off Manisha’s leg. 

Senthil looked up at me as his arm swung towards me, slapping me hard across the face. 

PAPPPP!!!

The sound echoed inside the room as I felt a sharp pain shoot up from my left cheek. My whole body twisted from the force of the slap as I let out a gasp of surprise. I could feel my face stinging from the pain, my eyes starting to water again. 

“Shut the fuck up.”, Senthil stared at me, his face twisted in anger. “One more sound and you will be next.”

I looked down, avoiding his gaze. From the sides of my eye, I saw Ganesh still playing with Rahul’s now flaccid cock, he cupped Rahul’s balls, gently squeezing the sack, playing with the testes. He had a smile on his sickening old face as he gripped Rahul’s balls with his hand. I could see the discomfort on Rahul’s face. He had stopped crying now, his arms swung loosely on his sides, the jeans and underwear still down at his feet. 

Senthil watched Ganesh’s hand for a little while, then looked at Rahul’s face. “So?...”

“Uncle… I will get you the money… please… please let them go….”, he replied softly, not looking at any of us in the face. 

Senthil smiled, he turned his face to Manisha. “Take it off…”.

Manisha’s face went cold, the fear in her eyes apparent as she looked at me then at Rahul.

“Rahul,please…please call him and get the money…”, Manisha pleaded softly, looking at him. Rahul kept his face down. I did not know what to say. I continued to cross my arms on my chest, trying to hide the view of my bra from Rahul, Senthil and Ganesh. 

Senthil right hand went in deeper under the skirt, “Looks like the little boy is too scared of his Appa”, Senthil smirked, “but confident that he could come here and fuck two whores.”, he continued. Manisha was still holding the skirt down between her legs, not allowing Senthil’s hands to move in deeper. “Take it off, bitch.”

“Please…don’t do this”, Manisha begged him.

“Ganesh.”

“Sir?”, Ganesh looked up at Senthil, releasing Rahul’s ball’s from his grip..

“Hold her arms…”, Senthil held onto Manisha’s legs, pushing it down into the mattress. Ganesh slowly stood up, walking along the side of the bed, close to Manisha’s head. 

“Come here, fucking randi.”, Ganesh sneered at her, watching her struggle as he grabbed both her arms, holding it tightly over her head. He turned towards Rahul, then at me. “You better not move.”, he said menacingly, threatening us. Manisha continued to struggle, twisting and turning her body. I felt helpless and desperate. Rahul continued to stand there, his head bowed down, but his eyes watching the two men hold Manisha down on the bed. 

Senthil got between Manisha’s legs, using his knees to keep her legs wide apart as he grabbed the waist band of her skirt, pulling it off from under her feet. 

“No…no…no…. please.”, Manisha started crying again as her red panties came into our view. 

“Bring her up Ganesh.”, Senthil boomed at the old security guard. Ganesh pulled her arms upwards as her body followed the motion. Manisha was now on her knees on the bed, her legs pushed together, trying to hide her panties. Ganesh had her arms over her head, her sweaty smooth clean-shaven armpit exposed to us thanks to the sleeveless shirt she was wearing. 

Senthil placed his right hand in between her thighs, forcing his way up between her legs until he had her pussy mound in the palm of his hand. 

“Hmm…what are you hiding in here?”, He said jokingly, his thumb and fingers gripping her pussy tightly over the red panties. “You! Bastard!”, Senthil shouted at Rahul. “You brought this upon your friends. Take off your clothes off and stand in the corner.”, he sneered at him, enjoying watching Rahul’s suffering. Rahul’s followed his every command, slipping his jeans and underwear out from under his feet and taking off his shirt, leaving it in a pile on the floor. He covered his cock with his hands again, looking down in shame. 

“No…no…boy. Keep you hands by your side. I want to see your little cock.”. Ganesh chuckled from behind Manisha, still holding onto her wrists tightly. Rahul slowly slid his hands back to his sides, his entire cock head hidden inside the foreskin. 

“How many times have you played with this pussy?”, Senthil asked him, looking up. The palm of his right hand cupping Manisha’s panties, pulling the thin red cloth. 

“Ne..never…”, he whispered. 

“Fucking liar. What about her?”, Senthil nodded towards me. 

“No..no… never…”. Rahul said softly, avoiding my eyes. 

“My god, bastard. Have you even seen a pussy before?”, Senthil said as both Ganesh and him laughed loudly. I glanced up for a minute to look at Senthil’s face. The fucking pervert had a sick smile spread across his lips, thoroughly enjoying this moment.  

“No.. no..uncle…never..”

Senthil’s eyes caught mine. Fuck. My heart suddenly dropped. “You. Take off your bra.”

**End of Part 20.**

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**Part 21.**

Fuck. 

“Come on. The poor boy is waiting.”, Senthil laughed at me. “Show us those big tits of yours.”, he cooed at me. His fingers were resting on Manisha’s panties. She had stopped moving now, her arms numb from being held up by Ganesh. Her legs were spread open in a squatting position on the bed. I could see Senthil’s right index finger slowly tracing the little bump outlining her pussy lips. 

Rahul looked at me in horror, shock plastered across his face. “Shanti..”, he said softly. “I’m sorry…”

“Take it off, slut!”, Senthil shouted at me, “I want to teach all of you a lesson! Don’t fuck with me.”. He lifted his left hand at me, about to plant another slap to my face.  

I slowly reach behind, looking for the hook. My mind was blank, I felt like my body was moving on autopilot as I unclasped the bra, letting it fall onto my lap. I immediately placed my hands back up on my chest, covering as much of my breasts as I possibly could. 

“Areyyy… why are you covering, ma?”, the old security guard asked me mockingly, smiling widely, looking at my chest. “We are all friends here, correct Senthil sir? he said sarcastically. 

“Correct Ganesh.”, Senthil agreed, his left hand adjusting his thick glasses to look at me properly. “Correct, if that bastard gets to see those big tits, so can we.”, he pointed at Rahul, who was hanging his head down. His cock twitched when he heard Senthil say big tits. 

“Uncle…please…. don’t hurt us…”, Manisha pleaded softly at Senthil, looking up at him. I could see her thighs and legs shivering. She was scared. Senthil looked at her, smiling slightly. His fingers slowly caressing her panty line. 

“Go. Stand beside him.”, Senthil said to me, nodding his head towards Rahul. 

I slowly got off the bed, clutching my breasts, and stood beside Rahul. Manisha was looking at me her eyes wide open, the fear imminent. Her eyes were puffy and red, dry tears decorated her cheeks.

“Move your hands. Let me see.”, Senthil said, looking at me. Ganesh had let go of Manisha’s wrists; he was slowly stroking her head. His old oily hand running through her long hair. His gaze focused on Rahul and me. 

“Uncle… “. I said, looking at Senthil, then at Ganesh, trying to plead to them to stop. 

“Don’t waste my time.”, Senthil glared at me. “Move your hands.”. I remembered the hard slap he had given me and how much it had hurt. I slowly moved my hands down, displaying my breasts to everyone in the room. I could feel everyone looking at me as my nipples started to harden in front of their eyes.

“Hmmph. Fantastic pair of tits.”, Ganesh drooled, his eyes aimed at my nipples. “Nice big nipples. I want to bite them.”, he chuckled at me, making biting motions with his mouth. 

“Mwahhh. Beautiful. Don’t you think so, boy?.”, Senthil asked Rahul, who was trying his hardest to avoid looking at my chest.  

“Sir…sir…Senthil sir……”, Ganesh called out excitedly. “The little cock is growing.”, the old security guard burst out laughing. I slowly turned my head, looking at Rahul’s cock from the side of my eye. It had indeed grown a little bit, the pink cock head was slowly pushing its way out of his foreskin. Senthil started to laugh as well looking at Rahul’s uncomfortable situation. 

“Your friend has a nice big pair of tits.”, he sneered, now looking at Manisha, who was looking down, wanting to avoid looking at me as well. “What about you?”, he laughed as he took his right hand off her panty and started to grab her breasts over her top, squeezing it hard. I could hear gasps of pain escape her mouth as she looked the other way, avoiding his face. “Not as big, but still very nice.”, he said softly. Ganesh was smiling, looking at Senthil groping Manisha. 

“Take off your pants. I want to see your pussy.”, Ganesh let go of Manisha’s hair, coming back towards the front of the bed and sat down in front of us. He made sure to sit at the edge, so that he wasn’t blocking Senthil and Manisha’s view of Rahul and me. Rahul stood just beside where Ganesh was sitting, and me standing further to his left.  

“Come… faster…”, Ganesh pointed at my pants. “Take it off.”. He took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, smiling up at Rahul who was struggling to contain his erection. Ganesh took a deep drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke out towards Rahul’s pubic area, laughing as the cock twitched in his face. I was trying to hold back my tears from humiliation the three of us were a part off going through in front of the two men. I did not know if Senthil and Ganesh would have let us go even if Rahul had called his father and asked for the cash. 

“What are you waiting for, randi?”, Ganesh raised his voice, irritated with my slow reactions. He pushed Rahul back, and grabbed me by waist of my pants, pulling me towards him. “Hmmmm…..”, he moaned softly as I left his old hands slowly grab my breasts, pushing them together, trying to make my nipples touch each other, ”Wahhh… so big. This cow can feed the whole village, Senthil sir.”, he laughed out loud as his thumbs and index fingers grabbed both my nipples, pulling them towards him roughly. Senthil chuckled at Ganesh’s comment, watching him kneading and abusing my breasts.

“Owww…”, I gasped as I left my nipples being pinched, the dark brown nubs stretching. The old security guard continued to play with my tits, occasionally turning his head and looking at Rahul, watching for a reaction from him. Senthil continued to play with Manisha, his right hand went back between her legs, the middle finger running lines up and down her pussy lips over her panties. Manisha had dropped down backwards from her squatting position, her hands supporting her back upwards with her legs forcefully spread in front of Senthil. 

Ganesh bent forward, grabbing my entire left breast, pulling my body downwards towards his mouth. I could see his yellow and black teeth closely now as he bit down on my nipple, sucking hard on it. 

“Ahh..oww..aow…”, Fuck. There was no pleasure in his actions. The old man was rough, grinding his teeth on my nipple, biting down on it. He let go of my left breast, repeating the action on the right. I could see his dirty saliva and teeth marks around my areolas. 

“Leave some of that for me, Ganesh.”, Senthil teased him. “I’m scared you will bite those tits off before I get a chance.”, He laughed at me. Rahul stood silent behind us, watching everything. His cock now fully hard, all 4 and a half inches pointing towards me.

**End of Part 21.**