Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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Saga 9 - Scene 2 - Hungry Beggars
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The morning after Dipa had bestowed her unique form of charity upon the three beggars, she found herself alone in the quiet house. 
Sameer was at work, Ramla Masi was out buying groceries. A sense of restless energy hummed beneath her skin. She decided a long, hot bath was in order. She had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a plush white towel around her body, when a soft, hesitant knock came at the front door.

Frowning, she padded to the door, pulling the towel tighter. Through the peephole, she saw them. Rohan, Vijay, and Kiran. They looked cleaner than yesterday, but the raw hunger in their eyes was even more pronounced. A jolt, half fear, half electric thrill, shot through her.

Dipa: (opening the door a crack) What do you want? I told you to go and work.

Rohan: Memsahab. Forgive us for disturbing you. We did work. All morning. But your blessing… it fades quickly. We need… more strength.

His eyes weren't looking at her face. They were fixed on the swell of her breasts above the towel line, then dropped lower, scanning the length of her bare legs.

Vijay: We felt so powerful yesterday, Memsahab. Like kings. But today… the weakness returns. Only you can make us strong again.

Dipa: I cannot feed you every day. You must learn to stand on your own.

Kiran: It is not just the milk, Memsahab. It is… you. Your presence. Your touch. We need to be near the source. Please, just let us sit inside for a few moments. Just to feel your energy.
They weren't being aggressive, but their pleading held an undertone of insistence. Dipa hesitated. Her nipples hardened under the towel.

Dipa: I was about to take a bath…

Rohan: We will not disturb you, Memsahab. We will just sit quietly in your living room. Please. We are begging you. Your blessing yesterday… it gave us hope. Don't take that away.
He reached out, his rough fingers brushing against her bare arm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Dipa: (flustered) Okay… just for a few minutes. But you must be quiet. And then you must leave.
She opened the door wider. They slipped inside, their eyes darting around the clean, spacious room, then immediately fixing back on her. They sat together on the edge of the sofa, like three stray dogs invited into a palace, watching her every move.

Dipa: I need to get dressed…

Vijay: No, Memsahab. Please. You look… perfect like this. 

Rohan: Just… just stand there for a moment. Let us look at you. It helps. It truly does.
She stood frozen by the door, acutely aware of their intense, hungry gazes. She could feel her own body responding, a slow heat building between her legs.

Kiran: Your skin… it looks so soft. Even softer than yesterday.

Rohan: May I… Memsahab, would you permit me to just… touch your arm again? Just for a moment? To feel the purity?
He stood up slowly, moving towards her. Dipa held her breath. She didn't move back. He reached out, his hand hovering near her shoulder.

Rohan: Please?
She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. His rough hand settled on her bare shoulder, his thumb stroking her skin gently.

Rohan: Ahhh… yes. So soft. So clean. Not like us.

Vijay: Let me touch her too, Rohan. Let me feel the blessing.

Vijay stood and came to her other side, placing his hand on her other arm. Now she was flanked by them, their rough hands caressing her bare skin. Kiran remained on the sofa, watching, his own hand moving restlessly in his lap.

Kiran: Your breasts… Memsahab, forgive my rudeness, but they look even bigger today. Are they full again? Full of that magic milk?
Dipa blushed, her nipples aching under the towel.

Dipa: They are always full…

Rohan: (his hand sliding down her arm, his voice a low growl) We need more than just looking, Memsahab. We need to taste again. Just a little.

His hand moved from her arm to the edge of her towel, his fingers brushing against the upper curve of her breast.

Dipa: No… please…

Vijay: Just one taste, Memsahab. To give us strength for the whole day. We will work so hard for you.
His hand mirrored Rohan’s, touching the edge of the towel near her other breast.

Rohan: Please, Memsahab. Don't deny your devotees.

His fingers found the knot of the towel tucked between her breasts. He didn't pull. He just rested his fingers there, a silent, potent threat. Dipa looked from Rohan's intense face to Vijay's pleading one, then back to Kiran on the sofa, who was now openly stroking his erection through his pants. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her pussy was throbbing.

Dipa: (a choked whisper) What… what will you do?

Rohan: We will worship you, Memsahab. Properly this time. We will kiss your feet. We will drink your milk. And then… we will take the full blessing. The one you denied us yesterday.
He slowly, deliberately, began to untuck the knot of her towel. Dipa didn't move. She couldn't. A wave of dizziness washed over her. The towel loosened, held only by the swell of her breasts.

Vijay: You are so beautiful, Memsahab. So generous.

He leaned in and kissed her neck, his rough stubble scbanging against her skin. Rohan did the same on her other side. She was trapped between them, their hands holding her arms, their mouths tasting her skin.

Rohan: Now, Memsahab. Show us your glory.

With a final, gentle tug, he pulled the towel free. It fell silently to the floor. She stood before them, completely naked, her huge breasts heavy and swaying slightly, her nipples like dark, accusing fingers. They stared, their breath catching in their throats.

Kiran: (from the sofa) Fuck… she’s perfect…

Rohan and Vijay released her arms and immediately went for her breasts, each man taking one, their hands rough, possessive. They squeezed, kneaded, weighed the heavy flesh.

Rohan: So heavy… so full…

Kiran scrambled off the sofa and knelt before her, his mouth closing over the nipple She was offering. He began to suckle, hard. Rohan guided Dipa’s other breast towards his own mouth.

Dipa: Ahhh… yes… gently…

But they weren't gentle. They were frantic, desperate, their mouths pulling hard, their hands squeezing bruisingly. Milk flowed freely, spilling down her belly. Vijay joined Kiran on the floor, kneeling before her, his hands roaming her thighs, his fingers dipping into the wetness between her legs.

Vijay: So wet already, Memsahab! You wanted this! You wanted your dirty beggars back!

Dipa: Yes… yes, I wanted you… please… fuck me…

Rohan pulled his mouth from her breast, milk dripping from his chin.

Rohan: Not yet. First, you taste us. All of us.

He unfastened his filthy trousers and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Vijay and Kiran did the same. She was surrounded by their erections, the smell of their bodies filling her senses.

Rohan: On your knees, Memsahab. Time to worship your devotees.

She sank to her knees on the rug, her mind reeling. This was wrong. This was degrading. And it was exactly what she wanted. She took Rohan’s cock in her mouth, her lips closing around the thick, unwashed flesh. Vijay immediately pushed his own cock against her cheek, demanding her attention. Kiran reached around from behind, his fingers probing her ass crack.

Rohan: Yeah, suck it, you rich bitch. Suck the dirt off my cock.

Vijay: Lick mine too! Don’t forget me!

Kiran: Is her asshole tight? Should I put a finger in?

Dipa moaned around Rohan’s shaft, closing her eyes, surrendering completely to the filth, the degradation, the overwhelming pleasure. They used her mouth, her hands, her breasts, passing her between them like a common whore. They covered her skin in spit and pre-cum, their filthy words a constant barrage in her ears.
Finally, Rohan pulled her up.

Rohan: Enough. Time for the main course. Bend over the sofa.

She obeyed, placing her hands on the sofa cushions and lifting her ass into the air. Rohan entered her from behind immediately, his thrusts brutal and deep.

Dipa: Oh, God! Yes! Pound me! Fill me!

Vijay knelt in front of her, forcing her face down onto the sofa cushion while his fingers worked her clit with a cruel precision. Kiran stood beside her, grabbing one of her breasts and biting the nipple hard.

Dipa: AHHHH! YES! BITE ME! HURT ME!

They fucked her like an animal, switching places, using her holes interchangeably. They slapped her ass, pulled her hair, called her every filthy name imaginable. She screamed, she cried, she begged them to cum inside her, but they just laughed, pulling out each time, prolonging her torment, maximizing their pleasure. Her reality dissolved into a blur of sweaty bodies, rough hands, thick cocks, and wave after wave of agonizing, ecstatic pleasure. She forgot who she was, where she was, lost in a storm of pure, unadulterated sensation, a goddess brought low, finding her true heaven in the depths of hell.

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Saga 9 - Scene 3 - Beggars Pleasure
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Sameer left the office early, telling his boss he felt unwell. The truth was, he couldn't stop thinking about what Dipa might be doing. The stories she told him were a potent drug, but he was beginning to crave a purer, more direct hit. He let himself into the quiet house with his spare key, calling out her name. No answer. Strange. He heard a noise from the master bedroom. A low moan.

His heart began to hammer, a frantic, terrifying rhythm. He crept down the hall. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. He heard a man’s rough voice, then Dipa’s answering cry of pleasure. It was happening. Now. In their bed.
He didn't feel anger. He felt a dizzying, electric surge of pure, uncut arousal. He had to see. He slipped into the adjoining dressing room, positioning himself in the shadows where he could peer through the gap in the door. The sight that greeted him stole the air from his lungs.

Dipa was on their bed, naked, a wild, ecstatic expression on her face. And on top of her, between her, and around her, were the three beggars.

Rohan: Look at this high-class meat! Spreading her legs for us! You like this, don't you, Memsahab? You like being filled by a dirty beggar?

Dipa: Yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck my cunt, Rohan! Fill it!

Rohan was pounding into her, his rhythm brutal. Beside them, Vijay and Kiran were focused entirely on her magnificent breasts.

Vijay: Fuck, look at these tits! They’re so heavy! I want to suck them until they’re dry.

Kiran: Squeeze them harder! Let more milk come out! I want to taste it while he fucks her!

Sameer watched, his own cock straining painfully in his trousers, as Vijay bit Dipa’s nipple. She screamed, a sound of pure, agonized pleasure.

Dipa: Yes! Bite me! Hurt me! Treat me like the whore I am!

Rohan grunted, his pace quickening.

Rohan: I’m cumming, you rich slut! I’m going to fill your pretty pussy with my beggar seed!

Dipa: Give it to me! All of it! Please!

Sameer watched, his hand clamped over his own mouth to stifle a groan, as Rohan roared and emptied himself deep inside his wife. Dipa’s body convulsed around him, her own orgasm ripping through her. Rohan pulled out, and Vijay
immediately took his place.

Vijay: My turn, you milky bitch. Now I’m going to fuck you while Kiran drinks from you.

Kiran latched onto her breast, suckling like a hungry animal, while Vijay slammed into her, his cock sliding easily into her already flooded cunt. Sameer could do nothing but watch, a silent, helpless, and ecstatically aroused spectator to his wife’s brutal gang-bang. He saw the look on her face it wasn't pain or fear. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Dipa: Oh, fuck, yes! Your cock feels so good! Pound me harder!

Vijay: You love this, don’t you? You love being passed around by us slum dogs.

Dipa: I love it! Please… cum in me too! Fill me up!

Vijay obliged a few minutes later, adding his own load to Rohan’s inside her. Then it was Kiran’s turn. By now, Dipa was a slick, trembling mess, her mind completely gone, her body just a vessel for their lust. Kiran fucked her with a slow, grinding rhythm, savoring every moment.

Kiran: You’re all mine now, Memsahab. Full of my friends’ cum. Now you take mine.

He came with a final, deep thrust, and Dipa screamed, her third massive orgasm shaking the bed.
They were on top of her, a heap of sweaty, spent bodies. Sameer stayed hidden, his own body trembling in the aftermath of what he had witnessed. After a few minutes, the beggars stirred.

Rohan: That was good. The best yet.

Vijay: She’s a fucking animal. I love it.

Kiran: We should go.
They pulled on their filthy clothes. Dipa lay on the bed, looking utterly ravaged and incredibly beautiful.

Dipa: (a weak, breathy voice) Come again soon. And next time… bring your friends.

The beggars laughed, then slipped out of the house. The front door clicked shut. The house was silent again.
Sameer remained in the dressing room, his mind a whirlwind. She had enjoyed it. Every brutal, degrading second. She had begged for it. And she had invited them back… with friends. It wasn't about charity. It wasn't about healing.

It was about lust. Is it the smell of their sweat? he wondered. The dirty look? The danger? What is it that she loves so much?

He watched as Dipa slowly, painfully, sat up. She didn’t look ashamed. She looked sated. Powerful. She swung her legs off the bed, her cunt dripping a mixture of their semen onto the expensive sheets. She didn't seem to notice or care. She went to her bedside table, took out a packet of wet wipes, and began to calmly clean herself, wiping the cum from her belly and thighs.

Then, she did something that shattered Sameer’s world completely. She opened the drawer again and took out a long, thick, purple vibrator. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and pushed it deep inside herself.

Dipa: (a low, hungry moan) Not enough… it’s never enough…

Sameer watched in stunned disbelief as his wife, having just been brutally gang-banged by three men, began to masturbate with a frantic, desperate energy. She rode the toy, her hips bucking, her moans growing louder, until she climaxed again, a long, shuddering orgasm that left her panting and slick with a new layer of sweat. She did it again. And again. He watched her bring herself to climax three more times, each one more violent and desperate than the last.
Finally, she lay still, the vibrator falling from her hand. She was breathing heavily, a look of blissful exhaustion on her face.

Then, she reached for her phone on the nightstand. Sameer’s heart sank. Was she calling him? Was she going to confess?
He listened as she dialed. Her voice, when she spoke, was not the voice of a sated lover. It was low, seductive, and full of a new, fresh hunger.

Dipa: Usman… it’s me. I was just thinking about you. I was missing you badly… No, I’m not busy tonight. Sameer is working late… Yes, I want you to. Come at nine. I’ll be waiting.

She hung up the phone. She had just been ravaged by three men, had brought herself to orgasm multiple times, and now she was arranging for another lover to come in a few hours.

Sameer slid down the wall in the dressing room, a silent laugh escaping his lips. It wasn't a laugh of joy. It was a laugh of pure, unadulterated despair and the most profound, soul-shattering arousal he had ever known. He was not a cuckold. She was an addict....his wife… his beautiful, depraved wife… and she calls herself a Healer, they call her a goddess. 

And who I am ? Sameer asked himself, I am the dealer. And he would do anything for another hit. To watch her get pounded again and again.

[Vissle]

Usman and Dipa not love story but only lust and animal wild sex

[pvn95]

What a story !!!!! Dipa is a whore

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Next update ?

[ashuezy2]

Saga 10 - Scene 1 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Sameer waited in the shadows of the dressing room until he heard Dipa finish cleaning the living room and retreat towards the master bathroom for a proper shower.

His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. He couldn't stay. He couldn't confront her. But he couldn't leave either. Not yet. He had to see this through. He had to witness the next act.

He slipped out of the dressing room, grabbed his keys and wallet from the entryway table, and let himself silently out the front door. He got into his car, parked a little way down the street, and reclined the seat, watching his own house. Waiting. The hours crawled by. He smoked cigarette after cigarette, the image of his wife being ravaged by beggars, her subsequent self-pleasuring, and her seductive call to Usman replaying in his mind like a pornographic film loop. He was sick with jealousy, disgust, and the most profound, soul-consuming erection of his life.

At precisely 9:00 PM, an auto-rickshaw pulled up in front of the house. An older man got out. Usman. He looked different from the frail patient Sameer vaguely remembered seeing months ago. He stood taller, moved with a confident stride, his eyes sharp and alert as he surveyed the house. Sameer watched, his breath catching, as Usman walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

The door opened almost immediately. Dipa stood there, bathed in the warm light from the hallway. She was wearing a sheer black gown made of very thin fabric that left little to the imagination, her huge breasts barely contained, her nipples dark, hard points visible through the fabric.

The moment she saw Usman, her face lit up with a raw, unadulterated passion that Sameer had never seen directed at him.

Dipa: Usman!

Before Usman could even speak, Dipa launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her mouth crashing onto his in a deep, desperate, tongue-tangling kiss. Usman, far from being the frail old man, reacted instantly, his arms locking around her, crushing her against him, lifting her effortlessly into the air as he devoured her mouth.

Usman: (pulling back slightly, breathless) I missed you so much! Why did you leave me? I thought…

Dipa: Shhh. Come inside. We will talk. We will do more than talk.

She slid down his body, landing softly on her feet, and pulled him into the house, closing the door firmly behind them.
Sameer waited a full minute, his hands shaking, then got out of his car.

Using his spare key, he let himself back into the silent house. He could hear their voices, low and intimate, coming from the living room. He crept down the hall and slipped back into the shadows of the dressing room, positioning himself at the crack in the bedroom door.

Dipa was sitting sideways on Usman’s lap on the main sofa, her sheer black gown offering Sameer a tantalizing view of her bare ass cheek pressed against Usman’s trousers. Usman’s arms were wrapped around her, his hands possessively cupping her breasts through the thin fabric. They were kissing again, slow and deep, like lifelong lovers reunited.

Usman: Ten days… you stayed for ten days. And then you vanished. I thought I had imagined you.

Dipa: I am real, my love. And I am yours. I had to go back. But I couldn't stay away. I missed this too much.

Usman: You missed me? Or you missed what I do to you?

Dipa: Both. I missed your strength. I missed your taste. I missed feeling you inside me.

Usman chuckled, a low, confident sound. He kissed her again, his hands moving more boldly now, sliding under the black sheer gown, his fingers finding her already hard nipples.

Usman: You are always ready for me, aren't you? Always full. Always aching.

Dipa: Only for you, Usman. Only your touch makes me feel like this.

Liar, Sameer thought, a fresh wave of agony and arousal washing over him.
Usman began fondling her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples in slow circles, making her moan softly into his mouth.

Usman: So heavy. So perfect. My hands… they remember the feel of you even when you are gone.

Dipa: Then take them. They belong to you.

She arched her back, pushing her chest out, offering herself to him. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one nipple through the sheer fabric, sucking hard.

Dipa: Ahhh… yes… just like that…

Her hand slid down Usman’s chest, over his flat belly, to the noticeable bulge in his trousers.

Dipa: And you… you are ready for me too. Hard already. Just thinking about me makes you hard, doesn’t it, my old gangster?

Usman: (muffled against her breast) Everything about you makes me hard. Your smell. Your taste. My sources told me about filthy beggars putting their hands on you… did they fuck you well? Did they make you scream like I do?

Dipa: (a low, throaty laugh) They were nothing. Animals. You are my king. Now, take me. I need you inside me.
She began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers working quickly. He released her breast, his eyes blazing with a possessive fire.

Usman: Not yet. First, I want to taste the rest of you. I want to taste where those beggars were. Show me.
He pushed her gently off his lap, making her stand before him.

Usman: Take it off. All of it. Let me see the body that belongs to Usman Bhai.

Dipa smiled, a slow, deliberate movement. She reached for the hem of her black sheer gown and slowly pulled it up, over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked before him, her body bathed in the soft lamplight, her breasts heavy, her cunt glistening. Sameer watched from the shadows, his own cock aching, tears streaming silently down his face. His wife, his goddess, offering herself completely to another man, while he could only watch, hidden, helpless, and utterly enthralled.

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Awesome update. Waiting for more.

[Basic]

Mindblowing sex scene between Usman chacha and Dipa

[ashuezy2]

Saga 10 - Scene 2 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman stared at Dipa’s naked form. He slowly reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her magnificent breasts.

Usman: Alla-h… I missed the smell of these breasts. More than life itself.

Dipa: (a low, throaty whisper) Take them. They are yours. They have been waiting for you.
He leaned forward, burying his face between the heavy globes, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

Usman: Mmmm… yes… the smell… milk, and you… it is the scent of paradise.
He lifted his head slightly and focused on her right nipple, dark and hard, beaded with a tiny droplet of milk. He licked it, a slow, deliberate circle with the tip of his tongue, his eyes locked onto hers. He wanted to see her reaction, needed to watch her face as he claimed this part of her. From the shadows, Sameer leaned forward, his gaze also fixed on his wife’s face, desperate to witness her response.

Dipa gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, finding Usman’s intense gaze. A visible tremor ran through her body.

Dipa: Ahhh… Usman… yes…
Her lips parted, a soft moan escaping as he took the entire nipple into his mouth, his suckle strong and steady. Milk flowed instantly, filling his mouth. He drank greedily, but his eyes never left hers. He watched the subtle shifts in her expression, the way her eyelids grew heavy, the slight flare of her nostrils, the way she bit down softly on her lower lip. Each sign of her pleasure fueled his own arousal.

Dipa: Mmmm… it feels… so good when you look at me like that… when you drink from me… it makes me feel… ahhh… so full… and so empty… all at once…

Her hands, which had been resting at her sides, moved as if of their own accord. They slid down Usman’s chest, over his flat belly, coming to rest on the hard bulge in his trousers. She felt the thick, rigid shape of his cock straining against the fabric. A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across her face. Her fingers began to move, gently rubbing, outlining his shape.

This has gone beyond physical pleasure, Sameer thought, watching them from the darkness, his own hand tightening instinctively on his aching erection. Look at them. The way he looks at her… the way she’s touching him… it’s not just fucking. They’re… connected. Emotionally involved. The thought was a spike of pure agony driven directly into his heart, and yet, paradoxically, it made him even harder, his need to witness this profane intimacy overriding everything else. He had to watch.

Dipa: You are so hard for me already, my love. Just from tasting my milk. My body makes you strong, doesn’t it?

Usman: (pulling away from her breast, milk glistening on his lips) Everything about you makes me strong. Your milk… your touch… just looking at you… ahhh…

He groaned as her fingers found the button of his trousers, expertly unfastening it, then sliding down the zipper. She reached inside, her hand closing around his bare, hot, thick shaft.

Dipa: Yes… feel that. Feel how much I want you. How much my body responds to yours.
She began to stroke him, a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes still locked with his, her smile growing wider, more predatory. He was completely under her spell, a willing instrument in her hands.

Usman: Dipa… beti… please… I need…

Dipa: What do you need, Usman? Tell me. Tell me my love, what you desire.

Usman: I need to be inside you. Now. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to empty myself into you.

Dipa: And you will. But first… more pleasure. For both of us. Lie back on the sofa. Let me worship this beautiful cock that belongs only to me.

He obeyed instantly, leaning back against the cushions, his erection jutting proudly upwards. Dipa knelt on the floor before him.

Dipa: Look at it… so thick… so hard… resurrected just for me. My power did this. My milk. My touch.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from the tip.

Dipa: Mmmm… you taste even better down here. Salty. Strong.

She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity, her hand continuing to stroke the long shaft. Usman groaned, his hips beginning to thrust weakly against her mouth.

Usman: Oh, A-llah… Dipa… your mouth… it is… perfect… Is it better than your husband’s dick, Dipa?
The question hung in the air, cruel and deliberate. From the shadows, Sameer let out a choked sob. His own wife, kneeling before another man, being asked to compare their cocks. It was the ultimate humiliation. His erection throbbed with an agonizing intensity.

Usman looked down at Dipa, a cruel, triumphant smile spreading across his face.

Dipa: (pulling back slightly, her eyes glittering) My husband is a dog. A loyal pet who licks my feet and obeys my commands. You… you are a king. Tasting his queen. There is no comparison.

Sameer doubled over in the darkness, clutching himself, silent tears of shame and unbearable arousal streaming down his face. A dog… licking her feet… The words burned themselves into his brain, fueling a firestorm of conflicting emotions. He wanted to scream, to run in there, … and he wanted, more than anything, to stay exactly where he was and watch.

Usman: My queen. Today, I want everything from you. Every hole. Every drop. Every last dirty secret in that beautiful head of yours.

Dipa: (her voice a low, throaty purr) Then take it, my king. It is all yours. Rule me.
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat opening effortlessly to accommodate his thickness. She worked him with an expert rhythm learned over weeks of devoted practice, her free hand moving between her own legs, her fingers finding her soaking wet clit. She rubbed herself as she sucked him, lost in a world of pure sensation, utterly oblivious to her husband’s silent agony in the shadows.

Sameer watched, tears streaming down his face, his body rigid with a mixture of unbearable pain and uncontrollable lust. His wife… his beautiful, treacherous wife… kneeling on their living room floor, expertly fellating another man while calling her husband a dog, her own fingers buried in her cunt… she was the horniest, most depraved, most magnificent creature he had ever known. And she was completely, utterly, devastatingly his. And not his at all.

[ashuezy2]

Saga 10 - Scene 3 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Dipa on the floor, her mouth still tingling from the taste of Usman, her hand gently stroking her own wet clit. Usman lay back against the sofa cushions, his cock glistening, a look of absolute ownership on his face. He watched her fingers move for a moment, then spoke, his voice a low command.

Usman: Dipa, beti... Show me that wet clit you are rubbing.

Dipa didn't hesitate. She rose slowly, gracefully, standing naked before him. She placed her hands on her inner thighs and pulled them wide apart, opening herself completely to his gaze. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening pink, her clit a hard, prominent nub, throbbing visibly.

Dipa: Look, Usman. See how wet I am for you? See how ready I am? This is what you do to me. My cunt is dripping just thinking about your tongue.

Usman: (a low growl) Fucking beautiful. A perfect cunt. Made to be eaten. Made for my cock. But first… I want to taste it properly. Get that sweet slit over here. Come sit on my mouth.

Dipa: Yes… yes, please… I need your tongue… your face buried between my legs…
She stepped forward, positioning herself directly over his face as he lay back on the sofa. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately grinding her wet mound against his mouth before settling down fully, her cunt pressing firmly against his lips and nose.

Usman: Ahhh… ride my face, you slut. Give me that taste. Let me smell your fucking hole.
He opened his mouth wide, his tongue immediately darting out, finding her clit, licking and sucking with a rough, demanding hunger. Dipa cried out, her hips immediately beginning to buck and grind against his face, rotating her pussy to give him better access.

Dipa: Oh, fuck… Usman… your tongue… it’s… perfect… lick me harder! Eat my cunt out!

Usman: (muffled) Taste so fucking good… like honey and your dirty cunt juice… better than your fucking milk… you love having my face buried in your slit, don’t you?

Dipa: Yes… lick my hole… eat me… make me cum with your mouth… shove your tongue inside me! Deeper!

He obeyed, his tongue working her with an expert, almost cruel skill, moving relentlessly between her clit and her entrance, occasionally dipping lower to tease her asshole with rough licks. Dipa was lost, screaming obscenities, writhing on his face, begging him to make her cum. From the shadows, Sameer watched, his hand furiously stroking his own cock, tears mixing with the sweat on his face as he listened to his wife beg another man to eat her out.

Usman: You like being eaten out by a gangster ? Does it feel better than your pathetic husband’s tongue? He’s probably licked you like the dog he is, right?

Dipa: He’s a dog! You… you are… ahhh… yes, right there! Faster! Lick it faster! Don’t stop! I’m going to… FUCK!
Her body convulsed violently, a long, screaming orgasm ripping through her as she flooded his mouth and face with her copious juices. He didn't pull away; he drank it all, lapping at her greedily, pulling her head down to kiss her deeply afterward, their mouths full of her musky taste.

Usman: Delicious. Fucking delicious. Tastes like the whore you are. But I'm not finished tasting you. Now let me lick the other one. Turn around.

Dipa, still trembling from her orgasm, slowly got off his face. She turned, placing her hands on the armrest of the sofa and bending over, presenting her backside to him.

Dipa: Yes, Usman… lick my shithole too… taste everything… make me completely yours…
He shifted position, kneeling on the sofa behind her. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing her pink, puckered asshole.

Usman: Look at this tight little hole. Has anyone else licked this for you? Or am I the first man to taste your dirty shithole?

Dipa: Only… only Sabina… before… but not like this… please… lick it… put your tongue inside…

Usman: Sabina? My own wife licked your asshole? Fucking hell, you really are a depraved bitch. Good. I like that. Open wider for me.

He buried his face in her crack, his tongue immediately finding her anus. He licked it slowly at first, circling the rim, then began to probe with the tip of his tongue. Dipa gasped, her hips pushing back against his face instinctively.

Usman: Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Like my tongue up your shithole. Feels good having an old man rimming you out?

Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… deeper… please put your tongue deeper…
He pushed his tongue inside her, licking the inner walls, tasting the faint, musky scent of her body. He worked her ass with his tongue for several minutes, bringing her close to another climax just with his mouth on her shithole.

Dipa: I’m… I’m going to cum again… Usman… please… your tongue…

Usman: (pulling his mouth away) No. Not yet. I want you desperate. Now stand up. I’m going to fuck that cunt again. And this time, I won't pull out until you beg me to stop.

She stood on shaky legs, her whole body humming, utterly primed, completely his to use. He stood up, grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock back into her cunt, the sound echoing in the silent room where Sameer watched, broken and utterly enslaved.

[Basic]

Awesome update. I have a few questions for the author. Has the distance between Deepa and Samir increased? Has Deepa become Usman's slave? Is Sameer unable to please Deepa? Has Usman replaced Sameer? Does Deepa want a husband-wife relationship with Usman?

[ashuezy2]

Saga 10 - Scene 3 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman’s cock filled Dipa completely as he slammed into her against the sofa armrest. She cried out, her head thrown back, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Dipa: Oh baby… what an amazing feeling! Fuck! Yes! Just like that! I am dripping so much right now… leaking everywhere… my cunt is flooding for your cock!

Usman was pumping his thick rod inside her, holding her firmly by her hips, controlling her movements. Dipa's eyes were closed tightly, lost in total bliss.

Her releases weren't just simple orgasms anymore; they were multiplying, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her with every second, every thrust. She was feeling sensations she hadn't felt before, deeper, sharper, almost painful in their intensity.

Usman: Yeah, you like that, don't you? My old cock stretching your pretty cunt. Feels good knowing I was just eating your shithole? Does that make you wetter?

Dipa: Yes! Oh God, yes! Knowing your tongue was in my ass… and now your cock is in my pussy… it’s making me crazy! Fuck me harder, Usman! Pound this slut cunt!

Usman: Fucking whore. You love being used. Love being filled. Look at you… dripping like a leaky faucet… Is this how you got wet for those beggars too? Do you drip like this when they shove their dirty dicks inside you?

Dipa: Only… only for you… like this… ahhh… you own me… you own this cunt… fill it… please…

Usman: I own every fucking hole on your body. Your mouth, your tits, your cunt, your shithole. All mine. I can do whatever I want with them. Understand?

Dipa: Yes… understand… please… deeper… hit my womb… make me feel you all the way inside…
He changed the angle, lifting her leg higher, driving into her with a new ferocity. She screamed, a raw, animal sound.

Usman: Like that? Feel that? That’s me branding you. Making you mine. Every time your pathetic husband fucks you, you’ll feel my cock instead. You’ll wish it was me stretching you out.

Dipa: Yes… always… only you… please… I’m going to cum again… don’t stop… fuck me through it!

Usman: Oh yeah? You gonna cum on my cock again, you dirty bitch? Let me feel it. Squeeze me! Milk my cock with that tight cunt!

Her orgasm hit her like a physical blow, her body convulsing violently around him, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft. He roared, pumping into her faster, harder, pushing her over the edge again and again.

Usman: Fucking cunt feels so good… gripping my cock… milking me… you were made for this… made to be fucked like a whore…

Dipa: (sobbing, gasping) Yes… please… cum in me… fill me… breed me… please, Usman… give me your load…

Usman: Not yet… not until you beg properly… tell me what you are…

Dipa: I’m… I’m your whore… your slut… your cunt… please… master… please cum in my pussy…

Usman: Good girl… almost there… almost ready to give my whore her reward…

He was pounding into her with a final, desperate intensity, his own climax building. She was screaming, lost, utterly broken and ecstatic beneath him. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking, the wet slapping of flesh, her high-pitched cries, his low growls.

Suddenly, Sameer detached himself from the doorway of the dressing room. Stepping into the dim light, trembling, his face a mask of rage, despair, and an agonizing, undeniable arousal.

Sameer. He stood there, watching them, his eyes hollow, his breathing ragged. He looked at his wife, pinned beneath this gangster, screaming for his cum, utterly lost in her degradation. A single tear tracked through the sweat on his cheek. He opened his mouth, and a single, broken word came out, choked with a universe of pain and twisted pleasure.

Sameer: Whore.

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Saga 10 - Scene 4 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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The word hung in the air, sharp and ugly, cutting through the thick haze of lust. Usman froze, his cock still buried deep inside Dipa, his head snapping up towards the sound. Dipa’s eyes flew open, her orgasm-fueled haze instantly evaporating, replaced by a dawning horror as she saw her husband standing there, his face a twisted mask of agony and arousal.

Usman: (a low, dangerous growl) What the fuck did you say?

Sameer: (trembling, tears streaming) I… I called her… what she is… a whore…

Usman pulled out of Dipa with a wet squelch, letting her slump against the sofa. He turned fully towards Sameer, his naked body radiating pure menace despite his age.

Usman: You dare speak to my woman like that? Your wife? After offering her to me?

Sameer: She… she begged you… she called herself…

Dipa: (scrambling to cover herself, her voice shaking) Sameer… what are you doing here? You were supposed to be…

Usman: He was supposed to be hiding like the pathetic dog he is, watching his master fuck his bitch. But the dog got too excited, didn't he? Couldn't stay in his corner.

He took a step towards Sameer, his cock still hard, glistening with Dipa's juices. Sameer instinctively flinched back.

Usman: Look at you. Crying like a baby because your wife enjoys a real man’s cock more than yours. You gave her to me. You offered her. And now you call her names?

Sameer: I… I didn’t know… she loves it so much… she’s so… depraved…

Dipa: Shut up, Sameer! Don't you talk about me!

Usman: (turning back to Dipa) Oh, but he’s right, isn’t he? You are depraved. You love being my whore. You love being used. Don’t you? Tell him. Tell your pathetic husband how much you love my cock inside you.
Dipa looked from Usman’s commanding face to Sameer’s broken one. The fear was gone now, replaced by a cold, hard anger… and a familiar, undeniable thrill. He had seen. He knew. And he was still here. Still watching. Still wanting.

Dipa: (her voice low and steady, looking directly at Sameer) Yes. I love it. I love his cock. I love how he fucks me. I love how he makes me feel. Like a filthy whore. And it’s better than anything you ever gave me.
Sameer let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto his knees, his own erection a painful, useless bulge in his trousers.

Usman: (laughing) You hear that, dog? She loves being my whore. Now, since you interrupted my fucking… you get to help me finish.

Sameer: What… no… please…

Usman: Get over here. Both of you. On the floor.
He grabbed Dipa’s arm and pulled her naked body down onto the rug, then turned to Sameer.

Usman: I said, get over here! Now!
Sameer crawled across the floor on his hands and knees, stopping at Usman’s feet.

Usman: Lick my feet clean, dog. While I fuck your wife.
Sameer hesitated, looking up at Usman’s cold, cruel face.

Dipa: Do it, Sameer. Lick his feet. Be a good pet.
With a final, broken whimper, Sameer lowered his head and began to lick the dirt and grime from Usman’s bare feet. Usman grunted in satisfaction and turned his attention back to Dipa, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs again.

Usman: Now, whore. Where were we? Oh yes. I was about to fill your cunt again. But this time, your husband gets to watch up close.
He entered her again, his thrusts slower now, more deliberate, his eyes fixed on Sameer, who was dutifully licking his feet, tears dripping onto the rug.

Usman: Look at him, Dipa. Look at your husband licking my feet while I fuck his wife. Does it make you wet? Does it make you feel powerful?

Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… he’s so pathetic… fuck me harder, Usman… show him who owns me…
Usman increased his pace, pounding into her, forcing Sameer to watch every detail, every thrust, every ripple of Dipa’s ecstatic moans.

Usman: You like this, don’t you, dog? Watching me fill your wife’s cunt? Maybe I’ll let you lick her clean after I’m done. Would you like that? Lick my cum out of your wife’s pussy?
Sameer didn’t answer. He just continued licking Usman’s feet, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Usman: I’m close again, whore. Fucking close. Your cunt is milking me dry. Are you ready to take my load again? In front of your husband?

Dipa: Yes! Please! Cum in me! Fill me! Breed me! Make me yours!

Usman: Open your eyes, dog! Watch this! Watch me claim your wife!
With a final, savage roar, Usman came deep inside Dipa again, flooding her womb. Dipa screamed, her body convulsing beneath him. Sameer looked up just in time to see his boss withdraw his cock, thick strands of semen dripping from the tip onto Dipa’s belly.

Usman stood up, looking down at the two of them – Dipa, lying spread-eagled and ravaged on the floor, and Sameer, kneeling beside her, covered in tears and shame.

Usman: Clean her up, dog. She’s your responsibility now. Until I want her again.
He walked calmly towards the bathroom, leaving Sameer alone with his broken fantasy, his ruined marriage, and his utterly debased, utterly magnificent wife.

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Saga 10 - Scene 5 - Husband + Wife + Sameer

Sameer remained kneeling on the floor, staring blankly at his wife’s body, slick with sweat and now glistening with Usman’s thick semen trickling from her cunt. Usman stood over them, radiating menace.

Usman: Did you not hear me, dog? Your master gave you an order! Lick her clean, I said! Clean that cum from her pussy. I want her again.
Sameer flinched, looking up at Usman with terrified eyes.

Sameer: Sir… please… I can’t…

Usman: You can’t? Or you won’t? Do you need another lesson in obedience? Maybe I should fuck your ass while you lick her? Would that help you remember your place?

Sameer: No! No… please… I’ll do it…

Usman: Then do it! Don't make me wait. Get your face in there and lick my cum out of your wife’s cunt like the good little bitch you are.

Dipa, lying on the floor, watched Sameer with a cold, detached curiosity. There was no pity in her eyes, only a strange, analytical interest in how far he would debase himself.

Dipa: Yes, Sameer. Obey him. Lick me clean. Show him what a good pet you are. Show him how you worship your goddess… even when she’s covered in another man’s seed.

Her voice, calm and slightly mocking, was the final push. With a low, choked sob, Sameer crawled forward between his wife’s legs. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the mess, at the thick, white fluid smeared on her inner thighs and pooling in her pussy lips.

Usman: Lick it! Now! Or I swear to A-llah I will break you.
Sameer closed his eyes and lowered his head. His tongue tentatively touched the edge of the mess, tasting the sharp, salty tang of Usman’s semen mixed with Dipa’s own musky juices. He gagged, but Usman’s shadow looming over him forced him to continue. He began to lick, cleaning her inner thighs first, his tongue methodically lapping up the spilled seed.

Usman: That’s it. Good dog. Lick it all up. Don’t leave a single drop of my load behind. I want her cunt spotless for my next round. Are you tasting it? Is it good? Is my cum better than yours?
Sameer didn’t answer, just continued his work, tears streaming down his face. Dipa watched him, a slow, cruel smile playing on her lips.

Dipa: Look at him, Usman. My pathetic husband. Eating your cum from my pussy. He really is just a dog, isn’t he?

Usman: He is less than a dog. He’s my bitch. And so are you. Now, lick her clit, dog! Clean that little button for me. I want her nice and sensitive when I fuck her again.
Sameer’s tongue moved higher, finding Dipa’s clit. She gasped, her hips arching off the floor involuntarily.

Usman: Yeah, she likes that. Even from her pathetic husband. Makes her cunt even wetter for me. Keep licking, dog! Make her drip for me!
Sameer licked her clit, his tears mixing with the fluids on her body. Dipa moaned, caught between the humiliation of the situation and the undeniable pleasure.

Dipa: Oh, God… yes… lick it… clean your master’s mess… make me ready for him again…
Usman watched them, his own cock beginning to harden again at the sight of such absolute degradation and depravity.

Usman: Almost clean. Now, dog, stick your tongue inside her cunt. Lick out the last of my load from deep inside. I want her completely empty before I fill her again.
Sameer hesitated, gagging at the thought.

Usman: Do it! Or I’ll make Dipa fuck you with that vibrator while I watch.
With a final whimper of surrender, Sameer pushed his tongue inside his wife’s cunt, licking the inner walls, swallowing the last remnants of Usman’s seed.

Usman: Good dog. Very obedient. You’ve earned a reward.
He reached down and grabbed Sameer’s hair, pulling his head back roughly.

Usman: Now, watch. Watch me fuck your wife again. Watch how she takes my cock after your tongue has been all over her.
Usman knelt between Dipa’s legs again, his erection thick and ready.

Dipa: Yes, Usman… please… fill me again… punish me for letting him touch me… fuck me harder this time…

Usman: Oh, I will.
He slammed into her, eliciting a sharp scream from Dipa. He began to pound her with a renewed, savage energy, his eyes locked on Sameer’s horrified, tear-streaked face.

Usman: See this, dog? See how she takes me? See how wet she is? That’s my cunt now. You just get to clean it.
He continued to fuck her brutally, forcing Sameer to watch every thrust, every moan, until he came again, roaring his triumph into the silent, ruined room.

[ashuezy2]

Awesome update. I have a few questions for the author. Has the distance between Deepa and Samir increased? Has Deepa become Usman's slave? Is Sameer unable to please Deepa? Has Usman replaced Sameer? Does Deepa want a husband-wife relationship with Usman?

Sameer is a dog. Ready to be used. He likes seeing his wife happy but is himself unable to make her happy, so he just watches her. Dipa's sex with Usman is far superior and more fulfilling than anything with Sameer. 

Dipa's seeks immense pleasure and a sense of power from this dynamic. She is choosing this submissive role with him because it fulfills her intense desires and reinforces her power over Sameer.

Dipa's previous boredom with Sameer reached its limit, once she came back she saw that this so called husband has nothing to offer. Sameer just masturbates and enjoys himself.

Usman is the dominant male partner, the focus of Dipa's intense sexual desire and submission.

Dipa left Usman after the initial 10 days and invited him back on her terms, into her home. She desires Usman as a dominant, potent lover within the unconventional structure she is creating, rather than wanting to swap one conventional marriage for another. She is cultivating a dynamic where she is the central figure, served by different men in different ways.

[Basic]

Please more update

[RajV]

wonderful ciuckold stuff...keep it up

[ashuezy2]

Saga 10 - Scene 6 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman: Get up, whore. You’re not done yet. And you, dog. Watch your bitch.


Dipa slowly rose to her feet, her body trembling, her eyes still glazed with lust and residual ecstasy. Usman grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, then slammed his mouth onto hers for a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue invading her.

Usman: You like that, don’t you? My cum still dripping from your pussy, and I’m kissing you again. Your pathetic husband can only watch.

Dipa: (gasping for breath as he released her) Yes… I love it… I love your taste… he’s nothing… he’s a useless dog…
Usman laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound. He pushed Dipa against the nearest wall, forcing her legs wide apart. He spat on his cock, then grabbed her hips and slammed back into her cunt.

Dipa: AHHHH! FUCK! YES!
He began to pound her relentlessly, his thrusts brutal, his body slamming against hers, making the wall vibrate.

Usman: Feel that, you pathetic dog? This is what a real man does to your wife! I’m fucking her harder than you ever have! Making her scream for me!

Dipa: Yes! He’s so weak! So useless! Pound me, Usman! Fuck my cunt like the whore I am! Make him watch! Make him suffer!

Sameer watched, his entire body rigid with a terrifying mix of humiliation and overwhelming arousal. His own cock, still rock-hard, was straining painfully. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Dipa’s face. Her head was thrown back against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy as Usman hammered into her. Her moans, raw and animalistic, were the most arousing sound he had ever heard.
He was so hard, it hurt. His hand, as if with a will of its own, reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster, his eyes fixed on Dipa’s convulsing body.

Usman: Look at him, whore! Look at your pathetic husband, jerking off to us! Is he excited for us, Dipa? Is he jerking to watch me fuck his wife?

Dipa: (her voice broken with pleasure) He’s a pervert! He loves watching me get fucked! He loves it when you fill me! He’s always wanted this! He’s always wanted me to be a slut for other men! He’s always wanted to watch! He masturbates to the thought of me being used!

Sameer gasped, a strangled sound of shame and confirmation. It was true. All of it. He had always wanted this. He had indulged in the fantasy for so long, and now it was real, and he was part of it, not just a spectator in his mind, but a degraded participant in his own home. He stroked faster, driven by Dipa's words, by her moans, by the sight of Usman pounding into her.

Sameer: (a whispered confession, almost inaudible) Yes… I do… I always have… I always wanted to watch… I masturbate to you… all the time…
Usman heard him. He glanced down at Sameer, a smirk on his face.

Usman: The dog admits his filth! Good. Now cum for me, dog! Cum for your master and your whore!
He grabbed Dipa’s ass cheeks and slammed into her with a final, furious thrust, roaring as he emptied himself deep inside her for the third time. Dipa screamed, her body melting against the wall in a powerful, shuddering orgasm.
Usman pulled out, his cock dripping. He grabbed Dipa by the hair again, pulling her face towards Sameer.

Usman: Look at him, whore. Look at your pathetic, jerking husband. I like him. He’s a good little dog.
He then looked at Sameer.

Usman: Now, Sameer. You want to cum so badly? Here’s your reward. Cum inside your wife’s mouth. Fill her with your pathetic little load. She’ll take it. She’s my whore. And now she’ll be yours too. For a moment.
Sameer’s eyes widened. He stared at Dipa, then at Usman. Dipa looked at Sameer, her expression unreadable, her mouth slightly open, waiting.

Dipa: Come on, Sameer. Don’t disappoint your master. Give me your cum. You want to, don’t you? You’ve been wanting to cum in my mouth like forever.

Driven by Usman's command and Dipa's explicit invitation, Sameer took a shaky step forward. His hand still gripped his throbbing cock. He positioned himself in front of Dipa. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth wide. He lowered his hand and aimed.

Sameer: (a desperate moan) Oh, God… Dipa… I’m cumming…
He came with a loud grunt, his meager load spurting into Dipa's waiting mouth. She swallowed it, her eyes never leaving his, a strange, triumphant look on her face.

Usman: Good boy, dog. You earned that. Now, whore. Tell your husband what he is.
Dipa spat out a last drop of Sameer’s cum, her expression hardening.

Dipa: You are a pathetic, useless dog, Sameer. You are nothing but a voyeur, a cumrag for my real men. You are a disgrace.

She pulled her hand back and, with a sharp, stinging crack, slapped Sameer hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. Sameer stumbled back, clutching his cheek. His eyes, however, weren't filled with anger. They were filled with awe, and a strange, desperate devotion.

Slowly, almost reverently, Sameer took Dipa’s hand, the hand that had just slapped him. He brought it to his lips, and began to lick it, tasting the faint residue of his own cum, her juices, and the lingering scent of Usman. His goddess had punished him. And he loved her for it.

[ashuezy2]

Next Saga - will only be updated - once I get 20 likes on this post only.
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- Dipa travels in a bus which is full of horny men
- Dipa is wearing a mini skirt and a tight top without bra
- As she moves from the back of the bus to the front she is groped and fondled by these men which she enjoys

[star n star]

Next Saga - will only be updated - once I get 20 likes on this post only.
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- Dipa travels in a bus which is full of horny men
- Dipa is wearing a mini skirt and a tight top without bra
- As she moves from the back of the bus to the front she is groped and fondled by these men which she enjoys

Good plot bro. 

Also a suggestion . consider a combination of full sleeper bus every men tasting her in their berths. and then driver and helper taking her to their stand. just a suggestion