Adultery Tales of bored house wives (50th Episode)

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Shruthi

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Kajal

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Super update

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Sam

[Kartikjessie]

Very sexy

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-46-



As more clients are showing interest in her advisory services, Amrutha decided to move to a posh location where it would be easy to develop business and also as Aparna family men are regularly coming , she wanted to shift to a bigger flat in posh location. Anyway Neeraj gave her good fees already.

With the help of Aparna madam , she  arranged a Packer and movers to shift all thing to new apartment.  She didn’t know that Aparna’s plans to get them fucked by her boys and shoot the proceedings which she can use in future

Amrutha went outside on client visit and Kajal is at home to take care of the moving.

Finally after reaching the new flat,  Kajal  opened the door to her new apartment and breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally," she thought, "Time to relax..."

The room had the scent of freshness about it, a nice change from the heavier, musty smell of her old apartment. Kajal held a cardboard box with all her more intimate belongings – the kinds of things she wouldn't want the movers to find if they 'accidentally' took a peek inside the box labelled "PERSONAL" with large black marker.

"That'd give them too much of a thrill," Kajal smiled to herself as she surveyed her new surroundings. She found the apartment a few days before, and immediately she knew she had to have it. The hardwood main floor opened up into a spacious living room from which connected a small white kitchen complete with dividing counter-space. A bathroom with shower and bathtub were opposite, and nearby led into her new bedroom – white walls and spacious floor waiting to be filled. Kajal stepped into the empty bedroom, the "PERSONAL" box cradled in her arms.

The movers weren't due to arrive for another hour, and in the meantime Kajal had little else to do. She had taken the day off.  So she could set up her new apartment, and without her computer to update her blog or even a couch to daydream on she had nothing left except to wait for the rest of her things to come in.

Kajal looked down at her box and stroked the edges pensively. "Hmmm, I guess it wouldn't hurt..." she murmured. She glanced around the empty apartment, a grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. "I'll just take a peek till those guys get here..."

She closed the door to her new bedroom sat down, and opened it. Inside she found a few of her tank tops, tight blue jeans, mid thigh-length skirts, thin socks, and other bits of clothing. Kajal wore those kinds of clothes whenever she could – her more-than handfuls of breasts felt so snug in her tight tank tops, and her jeans hugged her ass perfectly. Others definitely noticed as she sauntered along the streets in a short skirt .

But that was just a cover for her real treasures. Pawing aside the upper layers of clothes, Kajal pulled out a lacy pink thong. The dainty thing wrapped around her fingers like a silky string, and she sighed – She hadn't gotten to wear it for anyone lately. Her work demanded most of her time, and combined with the rigors of being an aspiring author and maintaining an online blog for the masses, she was just too busy to find herself some guy to show off how sexy she looked with a little pink thong on - and nothing else.

"Oh well," Kajal thought with a shrug, "I know I'll still enjoy it."

With a catfish grin Kajal stood up and slipped off her white panties. The change was easy since she wore a short skirt with her tight t-shirt, and when the thong slid up and around her ass she felt a little jolt run through her.

Her still-warm panties found a place in the box and were buried again as she sat and dug deeper. She touched the soft leathery corner of her personal scrapbook. "Gotcha!" she pulled out the small tome and set it onto her lap. The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kajal had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet.

Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

Inspired, Kajal put the book aside and rummaged around some more in the box. At the very bottom her fingers brushed by something firm and long – just what she was looking for. She pulled out her hidden toy, a rabbit vibrator, squeezing the firm yet yielding gel shaft into her palm and stroking the clit simulator in slow deliberate circles.



"Hmmm... If only you were real..." Kajal mused, stroking her finger down and over the bulbous head. She imagined it belonging to the strong man in the photo, tall and fit, his cock ready to fuck her at just the sight of her shaking her ass in her pink lacy thong.

"Mmmm..." She thought of how he would want her so bad that she would feel it in his gaze, feel it in his grip around her waist, and that he wouldn't hesitate to push her to the floor and take her like an animal. Her panties were getting moist at the thought, and when she lifted up her little skirt she could see the light pink fabric darkening with her juices...

Kajal began to move the toy along her wet pussy, a little tease as she imagined the man rubbing his cock up and down her aching slit. "Naughty girl, getting fucked on the bedroom floor..." She pulled her panties aside, imagining her dainty hand was his instead, pulling away the light protection of fabric with rough and powerful fingers that grazed her soft inner thighs. She could see his muscles tensing, readying to thrust inside her hot and ready pussy as she pressed the toy into her tight pussy

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Kajal shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

"Shit, the movers," Kajal thought, "They must have come early!" Carefully, she smoothed her skirt down over herself and brushed at her bedhead hair with her hand before stamping to the door. "God damn, they were supposed to be here in an hour... ughhhh!" Kajal gripped the knob and threw open the door, but her glare melted. Three men stood in the doorway, looking down at her.

"Are you Miss Kajal?" The man in front (Pranay) asked.

"Yeah... That's me..."

"Looks like you have some furniture to move in," The man looked down at his clipboard, "Single-piece couch, table, some dining room chairs, king-sized bed plus headboard, and assorted cardboard boxes – Is that right Miss Kajal?"

"Umm, yes, that's right."

"Alright then," He looked back and motioned to his two partners (Anil, Vinay) who disappeared down the steps, "My associates will start moving up your things while you show me where you'll have them."

Kajal stared at the man blankly for a moment before starting, "Uh, Sure! Yes, thank you! I, well, let me show you around then!" She quickly turned back around, trying to hide her warming face.

"Oh my God! They are sooo hot!"

Kajal gave the foreman a tour of her apartment, glancing back at him constantly. She pointed to one corner of the living room and the other, her eyes scanning over his muscled arms and strong chest whenever he pointed in turn. They were no doubt developed from his job lifting furniture all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, ushering him in before her so she could check him out from behind. She rubbed her thighs together when she saw his ass and legs, his body so taut and developed that she could see it through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When he turned to the side to look over the room, her eyes immediately fell down to his crotch, which bulged even then with his manhood.

"Pretty big, isn't it?" He said.



Kajal jumped, her face red. "W-what?"

"No problem – we can fit your bed in here just fine," He continued looking around the room as Kajal let out a little puff of air that had gotten caught in her chest. "I've got to get myself a boyfriend with a cock like that... God, I'm too horny right now for my own good..." Kajal reflected, trying to keep her eyes off the foreman's package. She kept glancing back despite her best efforts.

There was a shuffling in the living room. Kajal looked around and saw the other two moving men, quite buff and toned almost as much as the foreman, carrying her large couch in as easily as if it were an empty cardboard box.

"Where'll we put it?" One of them asked.

"Mmm, the places you men could put it..." Snapping out of her lusty daydreams, Kajal managed to point, "Um, right there is good for now."

The two men put the couch down and went back downstairs while the foreman stayed with Kajal. Her knees were feeling weak just by standing next to the man. She could feel his heat even from a foot away.

"This is a pretty nice apartment you've got," he said, "Excited about moving in?"

"Oh yeah - yeah, I'm pretty excited," Kajal replied.

"We're usually having to move refrigerators and cabinets and cat trees for little old ladies that smell like naphthalene balls, so this'll be a nice change of pace for once."

Kajal laughed, "naphthalene balls?"

He smiled, "Yeah – could hear 'em rattling around in everything we were moving. Couldn't get the smell out of my clothes for days."

"Haha, well I don't think you'll have to worry about picking up a bad smell here – no naphthalene balls or cats for me!"

"I'll take your word for it. Seems to smell rather nice in here, actually," he flashed Kajal a sidelong glance. She felt herself blush even harder.

"So, uh, what's your name?" Kajal suddenly found the need to brush her hair back and study the hardwood floor.

"Name's Pranay, Miss Saran ," he said.

"Ah, then you can call me Kajal, Pranay," she extended her hand politely.

"Well then Kajal, it is a pleasure to meet you," he reached forward and took hold of her hand. Kajal watched her dainty hand disappear in his firm, electric grasp. They shook, he barely moving yet Kajal felt his strength all through her arm. She thought her knees might buckle.

She was relieved to hear the two other moving men enter the living room again. "Pranay," said one of them with a box under each arm, "in the time you've spent talking up the pretty lady you could've emptied out half the truck!"

"Yeah," the other grunted as he set down a large box, "bet she's tired of you trying to oogle the goods instead of helping us move 'em!"

Kajal really blushed then, but Pranay just laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll help you pansies out," he turned back towards Kajal and hiked his thumb over his shoulder, "See what I get to work with? They still won't forgive me about those naphthalene balls." Kajal smiled, and Pranay turned around and disappeared out the door.

Kajal felt much better about being interrupted then – this show was better than photos for sure! Kajal leaned in the bedroom doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts, watching the men work. Steadily, the bare apartment filled with her things – lamps, chairs, rolled up carpets, and countless cardboard boxes.

The two other men trudged into the room with her heavy computer desk between them as Pranay brought up two large boxes perched on either shoulder. Kajal noticed the other men were more heavily built than Pranay – they were stockier, their legs and arms knotted with muscles, while Pranay's build was more lengthy and toned. Kajal couldn't keep her eyes off them, and her thoughts drifted to how they would look without their grey work shirts covering their sweat-slick chests...

Kajal was snapped out of her reverie as Pranay approached. The other men thumped her refrigerator down behind the kitchen counter, and the rest of the room was filled with her things already.

"So," Pranay said, "That seems to be just about everything, Miss Kajal. Just the bed left to move in, but that shouldn't be a problem" His confident voice made Kajal melt. It was the kind of voice that Kajal imagined whispering in her ear on her many boy friendless nights...

"Really? I thought I had more things..." "Damn it, I wish I had more!" Kajal entertained the idea of taking a hasty trip to the furniture store – she was sure they were on the brink of taking off their shirts for real.

"Nope, though I wouldn't mind if you did have more," He stretched his arms out and rolled his head, "It's not every day we get to work for such a lovely lady as yourself."

"Hehe, thank you. I try to be pretty, ya know?" She felt giddy around Pranay – he'd be populating her fantasies for nights to come, she was sure.

"Naw, you don't have to try I'd say," he looked around the freshly moved-in spinster's apartment, "I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh?"

"Boyfriend? Ha! Haven't had one of those for a while," Kajal said, with just a hint of bitterness.  "Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one, hmm?"



Pranay laughed, "No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!"

Kajal shook her head, "Mm-mm. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me."

"Oh, don't be too sure," Pranay said, "I'm sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, Kajal."

Kajal smiled – she was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again.

"Looks like they've got your bed. I should probably go help them – they'll get cranky if I don't." Kajal opened her mouth but Pranay dashed out the door before she could say anything. "Damn," she huffed, smoothing out her skirt for the second time that night.

The three men entered Kajal's apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Kajal's bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained, muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Kajal's benefit... The thought made her rub her legs together – she stepped behind her large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot again.

They positioned the bed with a loud thump. Some how they were able to bring the large bed all up in one piece, a feat which further impressed Kajal. All three men left the room again, Pranay giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not wanting them to be leaving so soon, and pulled her black sheets from the box.

"God..." She breathed, revelling in how those men hoisted her huge bed into her apartment, along with all her other things. Soon her dark sheets were lain out over the bed, as well as her pillows – A soft black island in a pale white room.

Kajal heard front door close firmly and heavy familiar footsteps thumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, Pranay's more boyish-tone distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. "Oh, they'll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough", she thought, rubbing her legs together, "if only just for me and my little toy..."

She sat at the foot of her bed and her mind wandered. Her mind flashed with short visions of hot and heavy sex, of strong men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard. Big strong men, like the ones in her living room right then... The movers were surely not helping her get over her horniness, and Kajal felt like if she didn't get some relief soon she might very well make her fantasies a reality. Her hand crept up her inner thigh, wishing somehow she would get more than just fantasies tonight...

There was a polite, deep cough at the open bedroom door. Kajal jumped to her feet, noticing only now that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom's doorway, Pranay in front with arms crossed. They were grinning as she hastily straightened out her skirt, a blush crossing her face.

"All moved in, Kajal," Pranay announced, and Kajal nodded quickly.

"T-thanks guys, you helped me out a lot!" Kajal said, wondering if they had seen her hand under her skirt.

"Now, about our payment..." Pranay said.

"Oh, right..." Kajal said, "Let me just get my check book..." She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around – invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn't quite bought yet, or -

But Kajal didn't have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there.

"Not that kind of payment, Kajal."

She stopped. "Um, do... do you guys only take cash then?"

This time they all laughed - strong hearty laughs. "Oh no, we're not going to take money from you, Kajal." Pranay said, stepping forward, "I discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we'll be taking something else tonight..."

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Kajal

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Sam

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Aparna

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Amrutha

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Kajal felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men, "W-what will you take then?" She asked, backing up slightly. There was nowhere to go. A knowing chill ran up her spine. Pranay grinned.
"You."

The men were on Kajal in an instant – their strong hands grabbing her arms, roving up her legs, fondling her breasts. She couldn't even let out a help– her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart. The men pawed her inner thighs, over her  belly, down her back, up her neck, around her breasts – petting her whole transfixed body through her clothes.

"Oh god! What are they doing!?" Kajal panicked. Their hands were so hot, and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breasts so forcefully, so eagerly. Kajal tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tightened thighs anyway.

"Stop!" Kajal cried out, "Get off me!"

Her protest fell on deaf ears. They boys had found their new toy. Pranay spoke behind her, his chest pressing against her back.

"I told you Kajal, I don't settle for just any girl. And it seems like you do want this..." She felt his hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt. She jumped as his hot fingers ran across her hot, moist panty.

His chuckle reverberated through Kajal's light frame, "I think you want this more than you're ready to admit!" He stroked along her wanting slit, and Kajal's knees nearly buckled as she let out an involuntary moan.
 
The hands left Kajal's body, and her eyes snapped open. She hadn't noticed closing them. The two movers stood ahead of her looking her over like hungry bears. It was her chance to run. Kajal tried to sprint away, but Pranay seized her bare waist and pulled her back, kicking. He grabbed her wrists and wrapped her arms uselessly in front of her, like a young couple at a dance. She couldn't escape.

"No no no, Kajal! You've got to watch," he taunted in her ear, holding her tight. Shivers shot down her spine and stopped her futile writhing. The movers eyes kept roving over Kajal's naked body as they stripped. Kajal stared helplessly as their thick hardened chests were unveiled from under their company shirts and their jeans were thrown aside.

"They've been waiting a long time for a girl to breed..." Pranay said.

Kajal's heart stopped. "Breed?" "What the fuck does that mean!?"



"Mhmmm," He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. "It isn't a big surprise they are good at it, is it?" Kajal's eyes betrayed her and looked – they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Pranay tightened his grip as Kajal began to struggle again. "Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?"


"No! They're – they're disgusting!" But Kajal stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Pranay.

" Kajal. Don't be saying mean things to my boys. You might hurt their feelings!" The two men chuckled and stroked their flaccid manhoods to life before her.

Kajal couldn't deny that she was impressed – no, more than that, she wanted their cocks. She needed them inside her. She was so unbelievably turned on, even as these men intended to bang her - 'Breed' her. And she couldn't hide that from them either, not with her moistening pussy on display.

"Lemme go right now you – you fucking bastards!" Kajal intended to roar, but her words came as a whimper instead.

The men laughed, and Pranay pulled her hands further down her front. "I don't think we're gonna be doing that anytime soon," he said, "we'll be taking good care of you for awhile, Kajal!" Pranay let go and pushed her forward into the two burly men. Kajal yelped as they resumed their rough fondling, kneading her tits and running their palms along her pussy, their cocks hardening against either side of her.

"Uhhhhhhmmm," Squirming, Kajal moaned even more. She found that she had closed her eyes again under the pleasurable assault. Their hands pinched and rubbed her naked body, unafraid to squeeze or pet her most intimate places. She could feel their desire in the way their cocks hardened against her, creeping up along her hips like hungry snakes.

Kajal kept struggling, but it was a losing battle in her own mind. "Why am I enjoying this??" Kajal thought frantically as a terrible excitement grew in her chest and between her thighs. Her body seemed to answer in turn:
"You want this, Kajal. You need this. A good fucking from these strong men..."

Though she tried to fight it, Kajal felt her juices flowing and her nipples grazing their ever-petting hands. When she forced open her eyes, she saw Pranay tossing his shirt aside. She really stared then.

"I guess you like what you see, huh?" Pranay turned back towards the awe-struck woman. Kajal saw his bare chest – developed from more than just lifting beds and tables for a living. His muscles flexed with every smooth motion of his arms. Strength radiated from his perfect form, and his look towards Kajal was one of pure desire – a prized catch – a toy to be played with.



"Yes..." Kajal breathed, her mind quieted for a moment.

"Ha! That the first straight answer you've given so far," Pranay laughed, and so did the men holding her – deep laughs that made Kajal feel so small, and so much more like a plaything for them. She breathed even harder as he continued, "And you haven't seen everything yet, Kajal..." Kajal thought he could merely tear off his workman's jeans with those powerful arms, but he slowly unzipped them, making Kajal squirm with anticipation despite her best efforts to resist.

"You've seen naked men before! Don't lose your head!!" But her thoughts were muddled by the rubbing of her clit, the hot breath gusting against her neck, and the gnawing need growing in the pit of her belly. She had seen men before, Kajal knew, "But not men like this..."


The foreman Vinay unbuttoned his jeans and stripped himself in a single motion. He stood tall in front of Kajal with a smirk on his face. "Look boys, I think Kajal has seen something she really likes!"


He was right – Kajal's heart nearly stopped at the sight of his manhood. He was hung, very hung - his veined shaft hung low between his legs, his cock hanging lower at the base of his shaft, heavy from the weight of their no doubt huge load. The other's cocks were stockier and fatter while his was longer and still thick. He outstripped his workmates by far with his symmetry and glory – theirs were the cocks of bulls, but his was a stallion's.



"Oh my god...." Need shot through Kajal's entire body. She felt hot – hot from the men grinding their hardening members against her, hot from Pranay's wolfish gaze over her body, and hot from the burning desire that made her pussy drool down her inner thighs. Kajal had stopped struggling. Her knees felt weak and ready to give out at any moment. She couldn't help herself. Her resistance was failing.

"Mmm, I think Kajal wants a taste of us, boys." Kajal didn't move, even though a small part of her wanted to nod her head. More of her wanted to scream. Pranay ran his hand along his length and looked into Kajal's eyes. "Time to get on your knees, Kajal."

"No."

"I said get on your knees," he said again, still stroking his cock.

"No!" Kajal glared back at him, trying her resolve not to oogle his growing cock.

"Alright then, Kajal. Have it your way," The two men grabbed Kajal's shoulders. Kajal couldn't resist as they pushed her down to kneel on the floor. "This is really happening!" Kajal thought again in her renewed panic as the two men held her down. She threw her shoulders to no avail as Pranay approached, "I'm really going to get bangd!!"



This was actually happening – Kajal's fantasies were invading reality, making her giddy with excitement and fear. She was shivering, the hot men surrounding her on all sides stroking their thick manhoods before her wide-open eyes. This wasn't a dream. She breathed hard, their musk thick and heavy all around her.
 
Pranay grabbed Kajal's chin and made her look at him. "Now Kajal, you're gonna be a good girl and suck all of us off. You're gonna to do a good job, I can tell. And remember: good girls don't even think about biting..." He grasped her jaw with just an ounce more of his strength, and Kajal understood he meant it. He let her go easy, but she could still feel her cheeks tingling. "Alright Kajal, take your pick."


Kajal looked around. The three men surrounded her, slowly stroking their cocks and pointing them at her pouting lips. They were getting hard, and Kajal watched their veins bulge and their lengths swell as she looked and breathed on them. She hesitated – "I shouldn't do this. I can't do this! They'll only want more..." she thought, but now her heart was beating fast again, and she found herself breathing deeper not for air, but to take in their musky, intoxicating scent. Kajal's pussy tingled. Her mouth watered.

"Don't keep us waiting, Kajal..." Pranay warned. Kajal looked back up at the foreman Vinay and then to his cock - Its magnificent head was already drooling in anticipation. She leaned forward slowly, glaring up at him, slowly opening her mouth. She had to do it, she tried to convince herself. She tasted his salty precum as his cockhead grazed her tongue. She closed her lips on the shaft.

She began to bob back and forth, taking his cock in a little deeper each time. She tried to keep glaring at Pranay, to show him she hated every moment, but she felt her eyes rolling back a few times – was she enjoying this? "No!" she willed herself, and shot him a glare again. Soon she felt the head of his cock grazing the back of her throat each time she went down on him, and her lips were hardly halfway down his shaft...

"Mmmm, I knew you'd be good at this," Pranay moaned, not moving as Kajal engulfed his cock – gentleman that he was. "Don't forget about the boys now – I'm sure they'd like to feel your little hands on them too." Deep grunts approved on either side of Kajal. She scowled at Pranay as she lashed his cock with her tongue, but reached up and grabbed hold of their cocks, stroking slowly as she devoured the foreman Vinay. 



It was difficult to pleasure three men at once. In her fantasies it was far easier - their hands tangling her hair and holding her shoulders, petting and stroking and encouraging her as she gulped down their hot pre-cum and licked their shafts. The reality proved harder, but the hardness of real men growing and pulsing in her hands and the heat of Pranay's cock sliding into her mouth was... better. Oh, much better. Kajal's eyes rolled back again, slurping along Pranay's length with abandon.

"Oooooh," he groaned, "Now you're getting into it! Uhhmmm, go get a taste of the boys before you're guzzling my cum too, huh?" Kajal let Pranay's cock go with a salivated *pop* and turned to a bullish member staring her in the face. Kajal slid her tongue all along its length, taking hold of Pranay's glistening cock as she kissed the head. The man groaned above her, and she felt a splash of precum coat her tongue – he tasted different than the foreman Vinay, saltier and bitter, but she drank in the contrast.

Kajal suddenly wanted to taste them all. She let the man's cock go after only a few lunges, and it shivered like a plank of wood as she kissed the cockhead of the other man. A sweeter taste, and she loved how it drooled down her throat as she took him nearly all in. She turned from man to man, slurping and sucking, coming off their cocks to gasp some air before going back down again.

The men petted her – they groaned – they thrust their hips and forced their cocks deeper into her mouth. She felt their cocks become even more bloated and hard as they ground against her cheeks, and felt her pussy gush as precum roiled down her throat and over her hands. Their grunts, and especially Pranay's humming growls, filled the room. Kajal's fantasy was nothing – reality was better in every way, and she forgot herself, feeling their warm precum drooling down her lips and dripping onto her breasts...

She was gulping on Pranay's cock, jacking off the other men's saliva-slick members when they had enough. Pulled her to her feet, the dazed girl was pressed upon by two sex-crazed men. Pranay stepped back and let Kajal groan there, her breasts pressed against the hard pecks of one man and her ass grinding along the other's pulsing snake. Their slippery cocks rubbed along her wet slit and between her  asscheeks. Kajal moaned – she was in heaven.

Kajal peeked over a broad shoulder to see Pranay stroking his perfect, glistening cock. "Mmmm, I think Kajal's finally feeling up to her breeding, boys!"

Kajal's heart leapt into her throat. Like a doll the petite girl was thrown onto the bed, freshly made in her naivety just minutes ago. The two men were on her again, stroking their hard dicks over her boobs. She couldn't stop them – and Kajal didn't know if she wanted them to stop either. Her moist pink pussy was ready for all of them.

One man straddled her, his thick manhood sawing up and down her slit – Kajal groaned as she pushed against his chest, a futile effort to push the bullish man off. She felt him find his mark, the thick bulbous head of his manhood hitting catching along the edge of her tight entrance. Kajal knew all it took was one thrust, one little motion of his hips, and she would be impaled on his stiff, bare member. Totally unprotected. She dug her fingernails into his chest, feeling him begin to slide in...

Then he rolled onto his back. Kajal panted astride him, but gasped when she felt the hot and powerful muscles of the second man press along her back. "Ahh-AHH!!" Kajal yelped as the man below her pulled her hips down. She felt his thick shaft pushing into her tight pussy, and felt the other hard cock sliding up along her spine. Kajal nearly passed out, heart racing and mind spinning. The heat, the pressure, the reality of her fucking all began to sink in.

They began to fuck her. The man below lifted Kajal's shaking hips up before slamming her back down onto his thrusting member. The man behind rubbed his slimy cock up and down, from between her firm cheeks to the small of her back. They gave her no foreplay, no time to acclimate. Their pace raced into a hard beat, thrusting one after the other, and Kajal's helpless little squeaks filled the air.

"N-nooo, uhhh... Please sto – ughmmm!"



But Kajal's pleas were betrayed by her lusty groans. Hard hands possessed her breasts from behind. The hot fingers slid over her nipples and pulled her back so her body ground against the man's hard midsection. Kajal looked down. Her pussy held fast to the thick veiny cock inside her. She watched the shaft emerge as he lifted her up, and yelped as he then forced her little pussy to take in every inch of his raging manhood. Neither man relented in his assault, only broadening their heavy strokes in and against her. Though she fought it, Kajal felt her body quiver and give into their ruthless, powerful, unending fucking.



"Oh god! I'm cumming!" Kajal wailed. Her pussy clamped down around the hard member inside her. Her cunt pulsed and pulled, tightening like a vice around his ever-thrusting cock. She could feel it pulsing inside her – strong and fast. Her cum oozed down her thighs, coating his already sopping member in a layer of hot grool.

"And that's just the beginning, you know." Kajal gasped for air and opened her eyes. Pranay towered over her, standing on the bed as she gazed at his cock, nearly level with her eyes. He took hold of her chin and lifted her head – she being too weak from her post-orgasmic shivering to do it herself.

"What... what do you m-mean – uhhh!" Kajal gasped – the men still ground their cocks against and within her. She nearly couldn't take it with her pussy stinging from the fucking and her growing arousal.

"Just the beginning of your breeding," He stroked her blushing cheeks, "Oh Kajal, don't look so surprised – you knew this was coming from the start."

"B-breeding!? But I didn't – Ahhh!" Kajal arched her back - The man behind her had pinched her nipples especially hard. Deliciously hard...

"Oh yes you did! I saw the way you were looking at me and my boys when you thought we weren't looking. You wanted to get fucked by us. You were wet and ready before we even touched you. You say no, but your body wants to be breed..." Kajal felt their hands all over her – petting her sweaty thighs, her heaving breasts, her flat belly...
 
"I... I'm not on the pill... I can't get bred. I can't get pregnant!" Her voice quavered, cry fear spilling into her hot waves of pleasure.

"Actually, that makes things much easier for us," Pranay said, looking down into Kajal's wide eyes as he stroked his turgid member, "You'll be seeing how easy it is soon enough..."

Kajal couldn't respond. The man below lifted Kajal's shivering body off his cock, and the man behind her bent her forward. No sooner had she felt the thick manhood once buried in her pussy sliding against her mound than she felt the thick head of the man behind her thrusting into her. Immediately they renewed their assault, keeping Kajal forced over, crying out like a cat in heat.



"Oh plea– Ahhhh!!" Her mouth hung open, the intensity of another thick cock sinking into her washed over her, clouded her thoughts, smothered her fear.



"We'll be taking good care of you, Kajal," She looked up, seeing Pranay stroking his regal member above her. "And I am sure you'll take good care of us..." He stroked the shaft over Kajal's cheeks before tapping the head on her upturned lips.

She didn't think as she tilted her head up and took in his cock, or as the man behind her pounded harder and harder against her ass. She was too far gone, lost in a sea of ecstasy brought on by these three men taking her. Her pussy gripped onto the second man's cock harder than before. She dug her fingernails into the hard chest of the man below her. She licked from the base of Pranay's long staff to its drooling tip, and relished the taste – the motion – the fucking.

"I'm being bred..." – Pranay's words hit home suddenly, shattering over Kajal her like a broken mirror. She could only think it over and over.

"I'm being bred..." – the man behind slammed into her roughly, a heavy hand seizing her shoulder as he sunk every inch of himself into her depths. She moaned loudly and thrust back.

"I'm being bred..." – the man below, his cock slick with her juices, thrusted incessantly across her trimmed mound and up to her navel, his cock and balls rubbing along her clit with every stroke. Kajal humped down against him eagerly.

"I'm being bred." – Pranay slid his cock deep into her mouth, his manhood pulsing hard as he pumped his fertile precum down Kajal's throat. All her moans were muffled by his thick virile meat.

"I'm being bred!" The thought mixed both heart- stopping terror and quim-quivering excitement. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't help feeling so totally possessed, so completely feminine, so utterly controlled by these powerful men. She was theirs. She was their breeding toy.



Kajal felt the men surrounding her, their hard muscled bodies taking her, fucking her, using her. She was in heat, and needed to be bred. The familiar tightness seized her belly, and with a shudder that coursed throughout she came again, her fertile pussy clutching tight. Her gargled and muffled scream sounded from around Pranay's cock buried in her throat.

"Mmmm! Yeah, you're getting into it now, aren't ya?" Pranay laughed and pulled his cock from her. Kajal slumped over, gasping for air, still coming down from her powerful orgasm. The two other men stopped as well. Kajal huffed as the man pulled his cock out of her hungry pussy, and sighed weakly as the man below her rolled her over onto her back. She saw Pranay kneel down above her head, the underside of his still-hard cock filling her vision. He tapped the head thoughtfully on her pink lips.

"So," he said, "How are you liking it so far?"

"Please," Kajal's heart raced as she regained her senses, "Please... Please just stop, Pranay..." Her eyes were turned up to his. She tried to convince him despite the orgasmic shivers still running through her.

“Stop? But you don't want us to stop." The other men were alongside her now, petting their hands down her heaving breasts and flat tummy. Kajal couldn't deny that it felt good, but she sipped in a breath of air to stop herself from moaning.



"You've had your fun. Just... just finish and go away," Kajal's pride hurt, ashamed of her lustful thoughts, but she wouldn't be defeated. Her pussy was sore, her nipples were almost painfully hard, and her ass was red from all the pounding. Her pale skin was covered in beads of sweat, just like the bronze-tanned men surrounding her. But she wanted it to be over, no matter how much her body screamed for more.

"The fun's just beginning, especially for you Kajal," Pranay said with a growing smile. She felt the man on her left move aside, and she was rolled over onto her stomach by the other. The man moved behind her and pulled her to her knees, bringing her ass up to meet his hard cock. Kajal pushed herself up with her arms, but she couldn't escape the man's grip on her hips.




"Get a condom," she tried to command, but only heard a deep chuckle behind her.

"He doesn't like condoms," Pranay said, "Besides, they make breedings that much more difficult."

"Put on a condom!" Kajal felt him lining himself up with her still-wet entrance despite her frail struggle.

"Looks like you're getting bare cock tonight, Kajal," Pranay laughed as he watched her look frantically over her shoulder.

"No," Kajal felt him push in, "Nooo! Nuhhhh!" The man wasted no time in sinking deep into her and pounding hard and deep. Pleasure lanced through Kajal's fears, but Pranay fanned then back to life.



"Mmmm, can't resist that for long, can you? Getting barebacked by a big strong guy. I bet he's already filling your tight little pussy with sperm as we speak." Kajal could feel her pussy getting even slicker, and his cock was pulsing as it plunged deep inside her.

"Make –make him pull ouuut!" Kajal threw her head back and moaned aloud as her pussy spasmed along his length.


 
"Oh he will, Kajal, but I think he'll be doing that after he's done filling you with spunk," The man tugged on her wild brunette hair, keeping Kajal arched and moaning louder as he thrust even harder into her.


"I- I can't – Ahhh!" Kajal arm's shook, his hard thrusts creaking the bed. Pranay grabbed her shoulders, leaning in closer as he kept her steady.

"Can't get pregnant right now? You know better ..." Kajal did know. It was in fact the most dangerous time in her cycle, the time when she was usually most cautious and the most easily aroused...

"D-don't-!"

"I bet you're even gonna feel it when he cums inside you, Kajal! Every throb, every gush, deep inside where it belongs," The man fucking Kajal picked up his pace. Kajal screamed. She could feel the change in him, his cock pumping furiously into her and twitching madly. His heavy balls drew up, preparing their dangerous load.

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