A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

[Aavesh9]

[Aavesh9]

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-75:



The moment she was about to turn and rush to reach her home's comfort, Tanvi froze as she felt Khurram's heavy hand on her unprotected and naked shoulder...


Her only comfort was being covered by her black mask!

"No. You don't get to go back, slut...I want to see you parading in nude to show your rotten naked body to this entire Complex and also to that low-class Basti", Khurram updated with a stern look at her.

Tanvi went rigid and motionless hearing the old man's words that took it's own burning time to sink inside her head!

She was going to be displayed to the Complex!

She was going to be exhibited to the Basti!

"Is this a bad dream?", Tanvi heard that familiar voice reverberating inside her descending heart.


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Tanvi forgot to take in her breaths as the deafening silence and darkness of the midnight hour became a shield of suffocating shrouds around her. She struggled for gaps through the tiny holes of her head-mask. She could feel the pin-pricks of the air connecting with her nipples and pussy, especially over her exposed clit-nubbin as the legging was savagely sliced open by the devilish old man and as she walked out bare-foot, the asphalt of the parking lot started to gruel against her soft soles. She took a look down and saw how obscenely her bald pussy, with that mocking triangular patch of pubic hair, what was left of it protruded in all it's vulgar view. Her pale breasts stood apart between the dark bra like a monument of her humiliation.

Despite all those feelings, her nipples stood proud, engorged and erect pointing forward!

"Why am I here? like this?", Tanvi screamed internally as another startling thought came along. "I am a mother, I am a wife, a daughter. I should be in bed, dreaming of tomorrow's breakfast for my children, not standing like a piece of discarded meat for the entire world to scorn upon". 

Her hazel green eyes looked to her right toward the Complex Gate where Harilal, the watchman sat inside his booth, oblivious to her degradation and she caught a choke in her chest not to let any noise come out of her. Then the images of how Khurram cleaned her groin, how much effort he took to wipe the last trace of her pubic hair away, a thing that she was dead against even during her college and college athlete days...then images of his thick tongue wiping out through her asshole and sucking the daylights of her pussy and munching the last drop of her dignity that he churned out of her married hole...the way he pushed her to the brink of finishing her climax...

A groan of rage silently slipped through her lips when she recalled how he made her feel that he was about to insert that tool inside of her and the way he dismissed her cries like her pleas were nothing for him, leaving her to beg him, and finally castising her to nothing but a cheat slut!

"Better if I could run back", she thought with eyes darting sideways to the small space where she just walked out of. "I could sprint, slam that door and end this nightmare". 

However, the very moment that thoughts came in, the terror of the old man's hold on her crushed and crumbled that ray of thought. "He has my photos, and possibly videos, and Sanjoth...Oh-God!", the atrocious weight of the complex game she was forced to play started to weigh upon her like Khurram himself, stopping her breaths, and making her unable to think about what she must do.

Khurram's heavy hand was placed on Tanvi's shoulder as she stood in the parking lot in the darkness around and in deafening silence.

"Khurramji, please...I will do anything for you. Please let's go inside...anything...everyone will see me...please", she tried one last time even though she knew he wouldn't budge and her voice got muffled with the elastic mask around her mouth. Despite all what he was forcing upon her, Tanvi still hoped for one last ray of relief coming from her odd lover.

"Please", with a feeble plea and sobs, Tanvi turned away from Khurram and took a few steps underneath the car park area. 

She wanted to pee...bad...real bad. It was only then she felt the intense pressure filling her bladder. The beer she consumed earlier was a rising tide inside her belly.

"Should I just fuck you here, Tanvi?", he chuckled and mocked her.  

"That was what you were begging me to do a few minutes earlier...to fuck you like a slut. Are you sure you still want it?", his words turned into a sort of menacing terror to her poor soul.

Hearing no response from the young mother, Khurram's rage picked up. "Shall I do it, slut? You want everyone in this Complex and that dirty Basti to hear you screaming for more, yes? tell me!", Khurram's lips quivered with anger and his eyes thinned into lust-crazed anger.

Tanvi wanted to reply, but the weight from her lower belly just would not allow her to produce any sensible reply.

"I...I...want to pee, Khurramji...please", somehow she replied with a few words. 

"Oh-NO! That is not going to happen here, slut", Khurram growled at her. "Now, walk to the large tree, behind the end of this Complex...the same place that you know very well already!"

Tanvi's eyes fluttered with confusion. She knew where the tree was. But to reach there, she should walk by Mehta's home, and then in front of the single-man iron gate that opens to Basti. Her knees trembled at the wild possibilities that it might open if someone...anyone...saw her like this.

Despite her thought to run and return back home, she realized it was impossible to move faster on the hard asphalt and worse than that, with every step she took her bladder wobbled and punished her with the need to urinate. 

She hardly passed Mehta's home area and she had to catch one of the steel pillars to stop herself from releasing it. One of her hands clutched to cover her pussy and stop her from urinating right there and her other hand frantically tried to cover her chest and protect her naked breasts. 

Despite the extreme she was pushed into, deep inside, Tanvi's brain raced ahead with the explicit images of how she was willingly exposing herself to the world...the way she was offering her naked body to every lecherous eyes that were hidden in the dense darkness of the night.

Once she passed the small gate that opened to the Basti, her head got filled with the images of how Dattu held her from outside and almost entered her...back-hole...the very images brought a sharp jolt of electricity through her spine. "What if Dattu catches me right now...like this? Would he jump over and come here to catch me? If he catches me, would he and Khurramji do it to me together or one after other?", she couldn't stop thinking about every possibility. "If both these mad men takes me here in this open and would Sharda be laughing at me?", every last of her skin-pores stood in fright of imagining that situation.


She reached the corner where the parking lot finished and was about to enter the corner where the large tree stood...the very place where all of this craziness started...the point of her descent!

The moment Tanvi turned to enter the mini-jungle area, she felt better. It was darker there. She clutched her pussy like her life depended on it as it was true. She felt her urine dripping out of her clamped pussy and the thought of what Khurram would do if she let it out made her shudder with fear.

Tanvi stayed impatiently, and with increasing discomfort. She had to keep it in. It wasn't humanly possible. The beer inside was killing her to be released. 

Yet she remained standing, half covered, urine dripping...waiting.

Khurram walked in, emerging from the shadows like an alien giant and slowly took a pause behind the tree. He recalled the images of Tanvi, standing in the very same space, getting naked when her husband's phone call, that view, the sudden crack of her panty tearing with the stretch she created and the way she was shocked and helplessly failed to cover her nakedness, all of it rushed into his head as he looked at the same woman who fidgeted to control her discomfort. He chuckled and at the same time squeezed his cock. 

He stepped into the clearing where she was waiting, as naked as a man could be, his stone-hard pole erect and pointed at her!

A relief...that immediately turned into terror spread over Tanvi's face when she saw the balded old giant walking in.

Khurram reached next to her and instead of saying anything, he walked and stood behind her. 

Tanvi trembled with fear and cold air on hee naked skin, waiting.

"You want to pee, yes?", he asked, finally.

"Ye...yes", a meek reply.

The damp air around her went into Tanvi's skin through the exposed areas, especially the sensitive parts. But the head that radiated from the large man behind gave a sort of terrifying yet comforting pamper. She knew she was a trapped animal, and hardly any shard of dignity left in her, yet her pulse raced with traitorous intensity that was begging to be torn...there was no 'virtuous mother' left in her as she stood with tiny drops of her urine shamefully dripping out of her vaginal lips.

"Tell me, what will you do to get my permission?", Khurram's tone carried too much weight for Tanvi to stop from squirming. 

The gravity of his voice was like a steel chain tightening around her throat. Tanvi had to contain her embarrassment with all her willpower as more drops of sinful liquid leaked and trickled down her thighs, creating a warm presence wherever it smothered screaming at her failure to stop all this madness...she wished the next moment she could vanish into earth!

"Any...anything Khurramji...I just want to...pee", she whimpered with a broken plea and silent sobs. Inside her head, her voice screamed frantically. "Look at you! You just bartered your chastity and life for a moment's pleasure!", Tanvi failed to stop that voice because the primal fever from her pussy was clearly winning when Khurram started to degrade her further...her shock went to another notch as her body started to melt and respond back, silently seeking his humiliation to destroy her, and her bladder started to bloat beyond it's capacity to contain the massive pressure that was already built inside with the beer-turned-urine.

"Alright, then it's time...to do what I ask of you", he updated and bent forward from behind her. 

With a move that defied his age, using his large arms, he hooked it between her legs, and brought it to hold her thighs from behind, holding her knees, and hoisted her...up...

With a gasp that stopped at her chest, Tanvi saw herself flying away from earth...passing his midsection...then moving up his chest...her heart stopped when she finally saw the sky above her face...she was fully lifted up...as if a crane was using it's slings from above to catch and hold her up-raised and again...both legs splooted wide!

Tanvi gasped as she felt herself being lifted...it wasn't like the previous night. Inserted, he was tactful to push her by holding her knees and making her head rest on his left shoulder. A second later, she was frozen, mortified and unable to blink an eyelid. The sheer strength of the old man was horrifying to her young mind as he handled her like a piece of weightless equipment, a silly toy that was given to him for total manipulation.

Tanvi sensed her center of gravity was lost, and the only balance she could find was Khurram's arms holding and hoisting her up...way up above...perpendicular to his own head!

Khurram had placed her upper body perpendicular to his neck and upper chest by keeping her head on one of his shoulders for balance and moved his hands below to hold her hips from bottom, while thrusting her upward...ensuring her legs were splayed wide...like an absolute acrobat!

Tanvi was now placed high, legs splooted and spread, pussy lips and it's tiny hole gaped, and shown to the whole world! Her degrading exposure was total, a new primitive display of her hairless, pulsating and hungry sex-hole. She sensed the cold wind brushing through her wide-spread thighs, hitting her delicate and sensitive pinkish red-flesh that he groomed into a smooth specimen of female anatomy earlier and that view of her pointed and upthrust nipples and the engorged clit that was obscenely pushed up created a sickening jolt of arousal that she feared would become the cause of the final destruction.

"Hold your legs wide, bitch", he grunted and in reflex, both her hands hooked her under-knees to fold...projecting her sex in the most vulgar display...silently she thanked all God's that they were in the closed clearing...no one to see...

"Yes...I am...spreading it wide", she heard her response inside her head when the friction of her own palms against her legs gave her sinful hole some sort of carnal semblance of terror. She was transforming into that person whom Khurram wanted her to be...

That sick thought left her the next second when Tanvi sensed Khurram was not standing still anymore...

The devil old man was walking out of the closed area! Carrying her and keeping her uplifted!!

"Khurramjiiii...please...don't walk out of here...I beg you...I told you, I will do anything...please don't do this to me", Tanvi tried to jerk and pull away...but failed completely as he held her hips high up...and her head hooked to his neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a bird desperate for a drop of water. 

Every step he took forward and closer the opening end of the large tree was a step towards her own mental death. Her brain went wild with all sorts of thoughts crowding inside. She saw the hundreds of men and women of her Complex waking up, looking out through their windows, only to find the chaste, married, and proud woman held aloft like a trophy of filth held up by Khurram like the prize he finally bagged. 

Despite the terminal reality and horror of her situation fully being translated to her conscious mind, yet, the adrenaline of that craziness made her clitoris throb so hard that she could not stop the painful intensity from leaping out of her body...

Tanvi saw the tree being replaced with open sky. 

Khurram finally stopped.

Her eyes widened with shock.

They were now at the pool side...not in the open area but at a corner from where she could see Mehta's house, her own living room window, and rest of the apartments in the same line, and at the opposite side of her, where she was facing now, was the multi-storied apartment complex that overlooked the pool.

"Tens...Hundreds"..."of people who lived in the Complex, if looked out of their homes, would be able to see the two naked bodies...in the most shameful display of their carnal performance", Tanvi couldn’t stop but check one after other homes where lights were still shining. During those few minutes, she even forgot that she was about to pee!

Tanvi recognized the horrific sight of herself in the wide open area!

Through her tear-glossed eyes, Tanvi saw a blinding white light falling down from sky illuminating just one object on Earth...the hoisted woman...in all her naked glory...shining like a yellowish glimmer...like a spectacle of wonderment...a naked mother...and shameless wife...held up with legs splayed open exposing her gaping pussy...hoisted up like a carnally delicious dish to be tasted by every living soul...

From where he stood, Khurram noted the broken pool chair kept aside. That was the reason he chose this spot. Also, unless someone was determined to look closely, very closely, they wouldn't be seen that easily. But, at the same time, they were out in the open too...it was the very same walking lane that Tanvi took almost everyday for her runs.

"Khurramji...please...Khurramjiii...I beg you", Tanvi pleaded again and again to his deaf ears. She tried to close her legs, but the way the old man held her ass and hips made it impossible to close as she had nothing other than her head to balance her body...her legs remained spread...wide...pussy open...to the whole world!

The humiliation felt like a bitter poison that she was forced to swallow. Tanvi sensed her pussy lips quavering with the mild wind that passed over her, creating a need that made her feel the need to be even more naked than how she was. She wanted the damned old man to paint her ruin in front of everyone!

"Okay, good. Now pee!"

"WHAATT!!!", that screech came out in muffled anger from Tanvi instead of a labored howl.

"You told me you will listen to everything I ask. Are you going to say, you won't?" He growled into her face.

Tanvi turned her face to meet him and picked his lips tenderly and whispered. "Khurramji, I am your slut...I will listen to everything...please release me...I beg you", she thought her display of affection could help. But inside her heard that same voice howled at her "I will do it Khurramji...I will become the animal you want me to...just...do...it"

"Slut...I tell you...and you listen...without question...that's the deal...you get it?"

She couldn't reply, a whimper along with tears came as a response. Her submission was total. She was no longer a human female, she was just a female anatomy completely under the vile old man's control.

"Now, pee, slut!", he grunted heavily with his tone changing to anger.

Hearing the change of his tone, Tanvi stopped resisting further. As with everything, she resigned her fate, once again. She clamped her eyes tight...focus...she had to bring the pee out of her...she tried to maintain her balance...the utter humiliation wasn’t helping...she could feel hundreds of eyes on her...judging her...her own eyes looking at her with disgust as she held her legs into a maximum possible stretch...to focus...to release...

"Think you are in your toilet...it will come, his voice suddenly turned mellow.

She heard a sharp noise of liquid spilling!

She sensed a sharp burn that followed the leaking noise!

She opened her mouth to release a gasp that came out like a coarse growl!

It triggered!

Tanvi heard a metallic hiss from her groin...along with a muffled moan of relief coming out of her throat!

The burning hot urine forced it's way out of her bladder!

"Open your eyes, slut", a grunt.

She opened her eyes...and gasped...loud...with absolute shame!

She saw the transcluscent urine jetting out of her pussy...high up...higher than she ever thought it would go...and turning into a semi-circle to the bushes and floor beneath where she was held.

The stream was violent, it was hot, it created a wide arc above where she was hoisted as that internal fluids propelled into that public space. Her shame turned into a scalding heat at that dirty hole between her inner thighs as the sound of her urine splashing against the ground below started to echo in the silent night. It was the ultimate debasement a woman could undergo...to be held like an animal...forced to relive in the open space...with thousands of eyes to catch her doing it...while showing every portion of her body that was supposed to be covered and concealed...

She couldn't stop!

Her pee wouldn't stop!!

Her disbelief knew no bounds with the understanding of how much urine she carried all this while!

Khurram remained quiet. But he was completely taken aback when he saw her floodgate finally bursting out of her bladder, and that hot liquid turning into a fountain...going so high up.

He was in awe at the way how Tanvi lost all her control...he felt even the smallest vibrations of the young wife's tremors while he held her up...his hands holding and balancing her entire pelvis was more than sufficient to transpire the pleasure she was going through to his old body...and it went straight to the part that was harder than a metal by now!

Almost a minute later of squirming her urine as the entire world watched her doing, her force came down...it was slow...but it did!

Finally, with a few sudden jerks and jolts of her hips, her convulsions stopped. She heard her moans of repose...and her eyes went everywhere around to check if anyone saw her...adding to her relief, she noticed no one was around...no one was peeling their curtains of their windows to find her in that compromised state...

Then she felt Khurram walking sideways and sitting on the broken poolside seat that was kept on the ground, still holding her in his arms, her bladder still clearing out the last of her liquid, and her dignity lost forever into the transparent puddle that she just created on the ground... 

Khurram maneuvered himself first into a seated position first, and then placed her over him...

Both of them plastered to each other...tied together...into a physical gridlock...

Female on top...with her back resting in a long stretch over his bulk...

Her ass placed over his erect rod...trapped between her ass-cheeks. The length of it's monstrosity reaching almost up to her back-ribs...

All that Tanvi wanted at that moment was to be back inside her bedroom...

But then...it was the deep greyish open sky that stared back at her...

Along with the phsical presence of the man below her...a persistent reminder of her blasphemy...

Each time he inhaled air into his chest...she felt it circumnavigating into her own lungs...forcing an exhale of his breath to be released from her...as if it was her return gift to what he was doing with her...

A token of her sinful gratitude...

[RCF]

Humiliation is a huge turnoff, It started well but now its torture.

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-76:



Now, you know the drill...suck me and convince me that you want this inside you...do it, Tanvi", Khurram tapped her head that was resting on his chest.


With a groan of protesting discomfort, Tanvi lifted herself up to a seated position, his heavy shaft still trapped under her ass and sandwiched between them.

"Come here, slut", with one more grunt, Khurram pulled her hips towards his face, making her lean forward over his thighs...allowing his penis to be free and prepare itself for her oral treat.

She tried to wiggle out of his grip as the thought of her nasty urine soaked pussy being licked by someone was way too vulgar to do, even to think of. But then she heard another angry grunt and leaned closer to his penis and took it with her small hands. It was huge...throbbing inside her palms...she felt a hand on her head, from behind, silently instructing her to suck. Opening her mouth, parting her lips, she took the mushroom head once again in her...she couldn't bear the thought that it was her own pussy flavour that she was tasting...it was the very thing that was almost inside her earlier...yet, she sucked on it...moving her head down on it's never ending length, widening and gulping over it's girth...

"No...ngggh...naaah", Tanvi's head bolted and lifted when she recognized what Khurram was doing to her backdoor. 

The sex-crazed maniac was licking her anus!

Her dirtiest hole was being prodded!!

His tongue lapped at her anal ring...prying it open...forcing his boneless mass to try entering and opening her tight hole...

"Eeewww...gluuugh", she almost choked as his hand on her head pushed her down on his raging hard cock. 

Tanvi couldn't breathe at first, then she got used to the rhythm, taking a gulp of air as she pulled up, and relaxing her throat, she went down agina. Worst was her backside...her dirty hole...she tried her best to wiggle away but his tongue remained over and around her clenched ring. Within few seconds, the old man won by smothering her rectal ring to softness, using his saliva, he licked, prodded till it her tight hole relaxed it's muscles...allowing his tongue the tiny space it needed to thrust inside...

"Nnnggghh...aaaah", Tanvi yelped at the intrusion with a mix of pleasure combined with embarrassment and muffled her voice by clamping her lips over his shaft. Her head tilted up and to both sides to check if someone heard her or if someone was looking at them. The fact of being naked was a thrill at first...but now, she was having sex in an open area, for anyone and everyone to see it vividly. Her pussy reacted with another hard jolt when the weight of the carnal risk of being caught in action...a risk that she couldn't afford...but it was also a risk she desperately craved for...

"Enough", Khurram updated as he pushed her away from him. Tanvi sat on the ground, crouched, her head mask smothered with her saliva and his precum.

"Should I beg you now?", another bark thrown at her. With pleading eyes, she stood up and lifted her legs across his abdomen and sat down on him.

The pain!

That searing pain of intrusion!!

Tanvi cursed inside her head as her eyes closed in auto-reflex while facing the wretched bastard who lay with a smug look on his face. She positioned herself with care to make sure the thick head was firmly embedded inside her wet pussy.

Through the whole evening and night, she was waiting for this moment! 

"Aaaaarrrghh!", a shrill cry left her mouth as Khurram, holding her hips, pushed her down, in one shot...entering the length that was more than half of his rod...into her...inside her...she was too stunned to move. The pain was immense and unbearable inside her tiny hole. The stretch...her pussy walls tried it's best to adjust against the girth and length...eventhough it was already used to it...she was still tight...incredibly tight...

"Move it", another ask from Khurram.

She wanted to slap him. She was literally fucking a man outside in open air...anyone could catch them...catch her...a married woman, a mother, allowing herself to be fucked, in open space. "Am I such a woman anymore? I am having sex with a man other than my husband" with that painful thought, Tani pulled herself up...a bit...unable to sustain her weight, her legs gave way and she fell down..taking him again. 

Without allowing her any space to think, Khurram, opening his mouth wide, gulped one her breast, taking the whole of her soft muscle inside his mouth's cavern. She thought of crying out from the pleasure he induced on her nipples but instead, her head shook with total submission to the sex-god who chewed and munched her breast, areola, and the tingling nipple using his lips and tongue.

Using his dense fingers, Khurram flicked that hardened nubbin of her clitoris as if he was trying to munch and eat it. Then, as she shifted to move up and down slowly, Khurram turned the pace into his own, pulling and pushing the athletic body of the young mother over his shaft, while maintaining his oscillating movements of his mouth from one breast to other, smothering both, coating her exposed breasts with his saliva. Holding the back of her sports bra, he pulled her down on his girth.

"Hmm...mmaaaah", she cried out finally, with her head dropping down with total submission. He immediately left her breasts and gripped her waist, making her crush against his naked thighs and kissed her on her waiting mouth. She wasn't in a state of mind to do anything, she was lost in pleasure as his kiss deepened...hard...both their tongues dancing inside both...she wasn’t even aware that her moans and cries were becoming louder with every thrust he pumped in and out of her. She held his neck by holding him through his back and deepened the ferocity of her kiss.

Behind them were the silent pool, and the high-rise structure of theri Complex that looked like a dark devil grinning at her downfall!

She was least bothered of someone hearing her or catching her...only thing that mattered was to churn out the ebbing pain she felt inside her pussy, that, at any cost, she wanted to release to it's entirety...enjoy the impending orgasm to maximum possible...regardless where she was...regardless with whom she was...

The way his burning rod filled her and the taboo of doing it with a man other than her own husband, that too in an open area, triggered the powerful climax to rip through her entire body. Her thighs clamped over Khurram's hips. Her toes curled. Her hands fell over his vast chest to balance herself in top of him. The release of her orgasm roared inside her and Tanvi didn’t realize that her mouth was wide open and tongue was rolling out in an obscene way, the only thing she was aware of was the throbbing and pulsing penis inside her cunt that was taking her to heights of devilish pleasure that she never knew to exist.

Taking her time to climb down from the pleasure high, Tanvi heaved and sighed against Khurram who just remained dumbstruck at the explosive orgasm that his slut just had.

"I am a wife! I am a mother, for all Gods sake!", her inner demons came out. "If he does this to me without moving an inch, what could he do when he actually does something with me...Oooh-God", that thought alone triggered another tiny orgasm inside her.

"Time to move, Tanvi", Khurram gave her a look.

Tanvi couldn’t follow what he asked.

"Shit, I said...move it", he asked again.

With painful discomfort, Tanvi dismounted from the steel hard phallus. She took a quick look and her face blushed to see the erect cock coated with her white froth, along with his entire groin smothered with the juices that her pussy just released.

Khurram also stood up and grinned at the wobbling woman in front of her, fighting her best to stand properly. He was in complete glee when he looked at her physically exhausted state...he caused it.

"Come, slut", he pulled her wrist and walked towards her home. They were now walking hand in hand...naked as jaybirds...through the very same walking pad that she ran everyday. 

Hardly ten feet of walking, Tanvi stopped with horror written on her face.

They were right in front of Mehta's home, around forty or fifty feet away from where they stood...naked. 

Between them and Mehta's house were the half-man height shrubs and nothing else. Her upper body, her naked breasts were clearly exposed. She crouched immediately with shame and fright of getting caught.

"Shit. Here I was thinking of taking you back and you are asking for it, aren't you?", the moment she stopped, Khurram had another plan brewing into his vile head already. Earlier, when she got her orgasm, he was inclined to take her back to bed and break her like hell. But then, he saw Mehta smoking outside his home, and immediately his twisted mind had other things popped up...degrading her was his ultimate goal, degrading the hot woman of his dreams to make her his forever...a slut for him to use...forever...

Tanvi had zero option than to crouch down to her knees and shins...

Once again, she was presented with the gift of Khurram's shaft, glistening with the combined mixture of their fluids...

Khurram moved into a full stand, and reached her mask-covered head, bringing her mouth to meet his cock, the same thing which coated her slimy froth.

Tanvi was left with no option than accepting it. The only favorable fact was, she was crouched low so no one could see her anymore, especially from Mehta's house that seemed deserted. She opened her mouth again, inhaled her own cum into her nostrils and started sucking.

Suddenly she froze!

"Arre, Khurramji...this late...out here?", a very familiar voice...

Tanvi's entire body shivered with fright...on one side was the pool and the high-rise building that seemed to be far...but hardly few feet apart...the owner of that voice...

It was none other than Mehta!

"Oh, Mehtaji. I came for a smoke", Khurram replied in a very matter of fact tone. He gripped her head tight, not allowing her to wiggle free.

"Why? You finished already?", Mehta was coming closer to where they were. 

Tanvi's entire body and brain froze once, except her mouth and tongue, which continued to suck his cock. Khurram remained stationed, without any emotion showing what he was doing below.

"Yes, mine just got over with", Khurram replied.

"How's Tanvi by the way?", Mehta was literally two feet away, but the shrubs prevented him from seeing Khurram's torso. Otherwise...

"She's doing good. Learning fast", as he replied, Khurram pulled her face into his cock, hard...making her choke.

Tanvi had to control with all her might to stop a single noise from coming out of her. She clutched the base of his cock with both palms, and reminded her plea...not to expose her. But the exchange was making her doubtful to control the slurping sounds.

"Good for her. I am sure there will be a lot of new 'stuff' that you might be teaching her, aren't you?", Mehta asked earnestly.

"Hmm...I think so. She's a good student and learns fast", Khurram gruffed with a loud smirk, and made another thrust into her mouth. That push made his cock to drive past her throat's poor defence. Tanvi choked hard...this time a little bit audible. Expecting it to happen, Khurram coughed loudly along with her low voiced cry.

From her crouched spot, Tanvi could see Mehta's ankles and feet through the thinning of shrubs at bottom. He was really close and the gap between them was hardly much, the only relief she had was Mehta wasn’t a tall person. At his height, he could only see Khurram's upper chest and face. She tried to push back on Khurram's muscular thighs to stop him from forcing her mouth on his shaft to an extent that she had controlled her breathing as well, to reduce any noises from escaping her throat.

"I was with Tanvi a few minutes ago, she's doing well", Khurram updated with his fingers rolling through her scalp over the head mask. Hearing his words put Tanvi to panic more than she already was.

"Ah...lucky bastard. She wouldn't stay in here even when I tried so many times, you know", Mehta was not leaving.

"Why? Did you do something with her or you already showed her something?", Khurram chuckled and pressed her head forward, hard, again choking her.

Tanvi's heartbeats suddenly became louder than before. If Mehta blurted about what happened a few nights earlier with her and Sanjoth at his house, Khurram would not leave her as is. He would do something...something nastier than everything he did to her so far.

"Oh, no no. But, I thought that she was a woman who had it in her, you know", Mehta's voice was sullen.

"Ah, you don't know her well enough then, Mehta. She loves taking initiatives", was Khurram who replied with a chuckle carrying a tone that mocked her efforts.

Tanvi pressed tighter against Khurram's thighs while maintaining her sloppy oral on his shaft, bobbing her head back and forth. She was unable to breathe properly and wanted to yell at both old men to stop talking and leave her alone. But, she didn't, she couldn not, as her entire focus was inclined to get the fruit of her actions rather than stopping it mid-way. Again, unknown to her conscious mind, she was desperate to taste the saltish flavour of the old man's cum.

"You are right, I think. I don't know her at all even after living in the same place for this long. You know, I tried a lot, but she is too closed, more like, her lips are too tight, she doesn't open up much", Mehta was talking to himself rather than replying.

"Ah, that's because you don't know her at all, Mehtaji"

"Why so?", Mehta was surprised by his tone.

"Because, Tanvi's mouth is no longer closed. She knows how to open, when asked properly", Khurram gruffed and pulled her head closer to his groin.

Tears came out of her eyes as she closed in and choked on his cock. "How could he? How can he say it so openly?". She couldn't stop Khurram's force as he dragged her onto his penetrating muscle in her throat. His engorged and swollen penis-head went in deep, more deeper than her mouth could contain. Her neck was carved up to accommodate it's invading girth. Her neck wrenched up, as she tried to shake her head and miserably failed to stop the vile man.

"I would rather disagree with you, Khurramji"

"Why?"

"Because she and Sanjoth were at my home a few nights earlier. And, even with that useless wimp asking her to be free, she wouldn't. It was like a wall she built around her, you know", Mehta continued.

"Oh, really? And, what did she do?", Khurram suddenly pulled her away from his cock, releasing her mouth, but his hold on her head remained. 

Tanvi gasped and took a few long breaths of relief, but sat crouched. She heard the degrading comment of her husband and felt bad, though he was no longer of any importance to her, yet she felt the pinch. She felt Khurram gripping her head harder, and when she was about to suck more, her body stopped. Then, she recognized it. Her bladder was full, again...and she wanted to pee...very badly...once again she was utterly defeated, and she silently cursed the same Gods whom she called in for help earlier.

"Nothing happened...actually, nothing much. I tried my best to help, but she stormed out without understanding what I was offering. Ah, loss for her, eh?", Mehta made a face.

"Can't say whose loss or gain it was though. But, it was unwise of her not to accept what you wanted to give. But, from me, she always accepts...without any problem", Khurram stole a nod down and smirked.

"Yeah? Good for you then. I would rather teach her some good manners when I get a chance", Mehta continued his mumbling.

Khurram pulled her closer and nudged her to continue sucking, but this time, he pulled his cock up, indicating her to service his balls. "She's very generous with me, you know. What I found out is, whenever I ask her something 'nicely', she gives what I ask of her". 

Tanvi had no option but to lick and suck the two globes of his large scrotum and winced by hearing his words. "Obey him?", but that was exactly what she was doing right there. "You should know better, Mehta. Because you've taught many, right? It's not your first time", Khurram pressed her mouth to crush against his balls. When she continued to lick and suck with earnestness, he chuckled and continued. 

"She's very dedicated, this much, I know", he caught her wrists to hold his cock, making her stroke it up and down along with her ball-sucking.

Tanvi tapped his thighs hard to make him look down. The moment he connected her eyes, she pulled away from his scrotum and silently whispered by nodding at her pussy..."I want to pee...please"

Khurram's face said nothing, except a menacing look that told her to 'hold'. The pain in her underbelly was becoming unbearable with every passing second. It made multiple electric jolts in her body...trying hard to control her release. Hee wrists clenched over his girth while resigning back to sucking his balls.

"That's exactly what I like about her, Khurram. She is an exotic one, not any normal girl, you know. I am sure...when I get my chance, she will turn around...that's for sure"

The darkness around them, the shrubs protecting her sleazy oral, helped her to understand the dynamics in play. When she licked the underside of his balls, Khurram groaned a bit, and he scooted a bit down by widening his stance and he stood wide apart.

"All okay?", Mehta asked, looking at Khurram slowly moving from where stood, more like he was uncomfortable.

"Oh yes yes, today was my leg day at the gym, muscles are cramped", he replied, and pushed her masked face down...under his scrotum...deep down...

"Ah, the health master. Is it painful?", Mehta's sincere question was met with a chuckle.

"Oh no, working out 0 a different kind of pain, more like it's pleasure to muscles, not any real pain. You'd never know how it feels, urrgh", he groaned.

Tanvi's mouth touched his most sensitive part. That was the reason for his groan.

"You know, this position helps you relieve the tension that is there. Plus, if someone can handle such activity,  it's Tanvi. She can do it", Khurram was sly using words to manipulate the situation and her together. "She has it in her"

Tanvi yanked his shaft up and down with faster strokes as her lips opened more and tongue darted to test the flavour. She reeled with pride when she heard him saying she is the only one who can handle this. Her face muscles started to hurt, but she still continued and one of her ran down to clutch her pussy, it was dripping...her cum...and her frustrating urine.

"That's true. I've seen her grit. She never misses her daily runs and also the gym with you. How is she taking the training that you are giving her?"

"Why are these bastards talking about me so much?", a thought came in while she waited for Khurram's reply to Mehta's question. She flattened her tongue at the underside between his thighs and by pointing it's end, she pushed against the clenched dirty asshole of the old man who kept her at gunpoint. The moment she got what she wanted, her tongue moved faster. She twirled it the way Khurram twirled his tongue inside her pussy. Savoring the dirtiest taste into her taste buds...she didn’t feel nasty, it was more like she was doing something that she was supposed to...not asked...nothing vulgar...just performing what she wanted!

"Arrgh", Khurram jolted. "It's really a good pain, you know. My training is having a very good effect on her. She is rising up to the stakes that I give her. Learning very fast", Khurram pushed his stance wider allowing more of her head to go further between his spread legs. 

"Does she come everyday?", Mehta's question was simple, yet it made her shudder.

"Oh, absolutely. She usually cum many times. With my training, she is seriously developing into a real woman. But, now, I think she needs to focus more on the end result, you know...to focus more to reach at TOP", Khurram stressed the word 'TOP" at Tanvi. His pun was lost on Mehta, but not on her. She was very clear what kind of 'cum' the wretched bastard was referencing.

She got his message!

Leaving the pungent area of Khurram, she lifted back and gulped his penis-crown back into her mouth. Widening her jaws to it's maximum stretch, she gulped the rest into her mouth...she felt the thick crust tearing it's way into her throat...expanding it's hollow...lodging as deep as it could...

"I will leave your muscle pain to you then", Mehta was finally leaving.

"Of course, you need to be more open to Tanvi, Mehta. It will help her to 'open' and 'take' more, you know...because now is the 'right' time", Khurram's hips thrusted back and forth slowly, not making anything obvious, but clearly telling her indirectly that he was about to blast. Khurram continued his double edged conversation, making her wet and grimace at the same time.

Tanvi cursed at the old man. Mehta waa leaving, and Khurram made him stop. She was sure that once he started his eruption, she wouldn't be able to control the noises. Yet, she moved herself back and forth, taking the maximum possible into her throat.

"Absolutely, if she is willing to open up, who wouldn't say no to it, right?", Mehta stood half-way from turning back.

"Aarghh, true...true...better take it all as it cum...hmmrggh...aah", as he grunted loudly with a short jerk of his hips, showing Mehta that he was flexing his legs, the first shot of his semen came out...depositing straight into her gullet.

A hard twitch inside her mouth!

A sudden fright enveloped her when she heard the gurgling noise that came from her throat!

Tanvi groaned with disappointment of not getting the taste of the thick liquid that was flowing inside her throat. She pulled back a bit, and the second blast filled her mouth...her cheeks widened with the volume...the next second, she gulped it down. She felt like she was standing over the world...the saltish sour flavor of his cum spread it's overwhelming power to her entire body and head. The third twitch, followed by another stream of his semen, filling her vacant mouth again, while gulping it down, she pushed herself forward onto his cock, it was getting impossible to drink his cum while he pumped so fast and heavy...the next blasts and twitches happened inside her throat like a firecracker blowing out...his engorged penis-head flexed inside her...re-moulding her throat...changing her body...bringing out yet another climax to explode inside her cunt...she clutched hard at her pussy opening to stop the urine that was now unbearably punishing her to release it.

Tanvi couldn't focus and hear or listen anymore. Her prime and only action was to suck, drink, suck and drink every drop of the old man's cum into her belly. She felt the quantity he was churning out growing inside her intestine with every passing second. The jolts of his cock, and it's expanded form made her choke and puke...but yet again, his thickness inside her mouth stopped everything. She drank...including the last drop that his balls pushed out of his penis-slit!

"Alright then, I will leave you and your muscle alone", Mehta laughed and walked away.

Tanvi pulled herself away from th3 punishing penis.

Tanvi pulled herself away from the punishing cock a deep, gluttral gasp. His penis remained hard, not steel like, but still...as she sat on her shins, his cock tip rested close at her parted lips. She kissed it without him asking, one last tiny drop came out...without any shame, she licked it inside, and gulped, while her tongue smothered his bulbous crown all around, all over, under it, over it...she was making sure that he was wiped out clean!

As she sat with heaves of relief, the weight inside her underbelly deepened. She knew her urine would eject out any moment and with a low groan and whimper, she looked up at Khurram expectantly...asking her silent permission.

"So, you were at Mehta's home, yes?", Khurram leaned down and growled.

"Ji...yes", her voice was too meek to be heard.

"And, even after I asked so many times, you wouldn't tell me?"

"I...I...nothing happened. I was just there and came home", she replied in a hushed voice, scared of Mehta hearing their conversation.

"No. Mehta did not put it like that. Something happened, and you are tight lipped with me, bitch!", his growl turned into anger in a moment.

Tanvi's eyes bulged with fear. Yes, he was right. Something happened at Mehta's home, and she was adamant not to tell him...she didn't know why...but for some reason, there was no need to explain. Possibly because she didn't do anything sleazy...her head filled with curses of her own..."No! YOU DID SOMETHING BAD, TANVI...YOU WERE HALF NAKED AND SAT AND KISSED THAT OLD BASTARD, YOU ARE A LYING BITCH LIKE HE CALLED YOU, TANVII!!!", her voice screamed with rage at her and she gulped it down. If she said this to Khurram, then he would turn into another monster, her lips clamped shut.

"Ok. So, as you don't want to tell me, then the right action is 'punishment'. You just wait, OKAY, just wait!", he growled again and walked behind her before she got a chance to stand.

"You want to pee, yes? Then do it!", he was angry...his tone told her that clearly.

Tanvi's face turned into a bleak horror when she saw what was on Khurram's face...

"No...", a scared whisper came out of her mouth as the large old man closed in on her.

"Nooo....Khurram...jii...please...not again...nooo", tears came out like free-flow and in that dark envelope around her...the only view she had in her green tear-soaked eyes was the sinister grin on Khurram's lips as he moved forward to prepare her...once again...

[Aavesh9]

Humiliation is a huge turnoff, It started well but now its torture.

Hi Sir,

Of course, I totally get where you're coming from, and with all humbleness I do agree that humiliation angle isn't everyone’s shot of espresso. 

But here’s the thing, you’ve gotta look at the bigger picture of the arc. This isn't just random "torture"; it’s the systematic breaking of a "perfect" housewife. Khurram is meticulously dismantling Tanvi’s ego and forcing her to forget her marriage to transform to become an unapologetic slut that he knows is buried under all that repressed feelings of the young mother.

This is my take of this 'saga' and eventhough I get your point, I am humbly declining to agree with it.

On a side note, for me, who cannot even imaging writing a good paragraph without mistakes, it is so easy to judge the entire work when the intensity hits the ceiling, but honestly, I try with full honesty to capture the entire saga, from where it started, and where it is now, and the potential of where YLTS is taking us through a 'trademark' of dark erotica with a wild balancing act -- this is what I have seen when I read the past stories of YLTS...and possibly the same happening to this...or not...I don't know...and I don't want to judge.

The goal is to make the reader feel exactly how Tanvi does...completely overwhelmed and pushed to the edge. 

If it feels like "too much," then the writing is doing exactly what it's supposed to do (again, this is my take).

The "breaking" phase is always the roughest part of the ride, but it’s exactly what makes the eventual submission actually hit us...the poor readers...and push us into the very edge of excitement...I am sure you'd agree to this.

Read thru dude...let's all enjoy this amazing work together!

[RCF]

Understood and not denying the fact that this was once my favorite story. I still feel its a over all very good story compared to so many "old man bends young women to his will" story template but I prefer seduction over blackmail any day and that's just me. Nothing wrong with opinions and choices.

Hope there is redemption arc for Tanvi and teaches all old men of her community a lesson at the end or destroy them else it becomes an overkill of humiliation and nothing else.

~RCF

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-77:



Tanvi's face turned into a bleak horror when she saw what was on Khurram's face...

"No...", a scared whisper came out of her mouth as the large old man closed in on her.

"Nooo....Khurram...jii...please...not again...nooo", tears came out like free-flow and in that dark envelope around her...the only view she had in her green tear-soaked eyes was the sinister grin on Khurram's lips as he moved forward to prepare her...once again...


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Tanvi was almost close to a realization that she, as a human, was ceasing to exist as the irrevocable future was brewing in front of her, hardly a few inches from her face. She watched with terror-stricken eyes at the fluid motion of the old man with a heavy pinch of threat to her reality and the sheer weight of it's result hit with a force that her poor soul could not contain further. She cried...it was genuine...and with self-pity.

Khurram heard her soft sobs that still carried traces of her protest that still remained.

Tanvi wanted to do something, but before she could even surmise anything intelligent and even before she could react, she felt being lifted, from behind...once again!

It was exactly like how he did to her earlier!

Tanvi was hoisted up...higher than he did earlier. 

"Khurramjiiiiiiii...pleeeeese...pleeess", she cried and begged in the lowest possible low voice. She was now lifted very much above the shrubs covering, completely exposed...and was turned directly facing Mehta's house...between her fluttering eyes and tears, she saw Mehta walking slowly back to his house entrance.

"That's what you get for lying, bitch! If you don't pee right now, then I will shout at Mehta, and then you don't want to guess what could happen. Now...finish your damn pee, slut!"

"I...I...it's not coming...please put me down...I beg you...Mehtaji...ooooh...he is stopping...he will see...he will see", she turned her head to Khurram's chin and grabbed his neck with all force that was left in her and tried to wiggle herself out from Khurram's iron hold on her waist.

"Slut! You need to do it right HERE, or else I call him NOW!!", Khurram turned his face to her and grudgingly replied.

Tanvi was in a place between life and death. Right in front of her, though a bit far, was another sex crazed older man with his back to her and on this end, she had her legs splooted wide and displayed in the most debauched way a woman could expose herself, and she was about to perform the most nefarious act that one could perform. 

"Do it, Tanvi", Khurram's grunt acted as her trigger.

Her focus shifted. She needed that release badly...very badly. She increased the pressure on her underbelly.

Her only need was to get the damn pain from her kidneys to be removed, at any cost.

"Just...bloody...do it, slut!", his heavy growl went straight inside her head and forced the desperate pressure inside her belly to pump.

It started!

Tanvi's eyes were clenched to focus...she felt the insane relief of pumping her hot urine out of her!

"I think he is looking at you, slut", Khurram grunted into her ear, making her eyes open and making her pee freeze.

"Don't fucking stop, bitch. Look at Mehta and pee!!", he muttered in his angry tone.

Tanvi blinked her eyes to clear her tears. Finally, she saw Mehta in clear vision. He was about to climb up the few steps from his lawn to the veranda.

Her bladder opened and released what it was holding for a long while!

The transparent liquid pumped out with all it's force, again!

She looked at the arch...her urine jet was sprouting like a fountain...high up...higher than she could recall happening earlier...then it turned down to an arch...finally spluttering on the jogging path!

"I am not looking at Mehta, slut...you look at him closely, bitch", Khurram guffawed at her ear, again.

Tanvi tilted her face for less than a second and turned back to check Mehta. To her horror, Mehta was standing at his portico. He was about to turn back. 

"He's...he's turning to us", she hissed with horror.

Khurram, instead of replying, thrusted his tongue into her ears, swallowing it whole inside and twirled his tongue onto her entire ear.

"Khurammjii...he's about to look at us...please put me dowwwn", Tanvi whimpered as the tickling of her ear deepened and she had nothing to balance, except holding her knees and clutching it against her torso and chest...making her ankles and feet go high as it could.

"Just tell me what he's doing", Khurram whispered into her ear.

She was glad that her urine pressure was decreasing and could see better.

Then!

"Ooouuh...nnnggg...aaahhh...nnooo", Tanvi bit her wrist hard to muffle her cry.

Khurram had moved one of his hands from holding her waist, and brought it down to her ass, placing it at her pussy's exact center, and thrusted his middle and index fingers into her splayed cunt...deep...as deep as his fingers could go inside!

He was fucking her pussy in the wide open area...giving a show to Mehta...a show to entire Complex...if only Mehta looked back!

Tanvi couldn't breathe...she couldn't focus...the vulgar noises of squishing and sloshing from her pussy spread around them.

Her eyes were focused on Mehta.

"Khurrramjii...he's looking here...at mee...pleeeeeeesee...sstoopppp", she tried to wiggle free. But the fingers and his wide palm kept her high...where she was...showing and exposing her everything to the entire world now...no more barriers to protect her chastity...done! 

"Hmm..arggggh...aah", she moaned and noticed and hoped Mehta didn't see them...her...

Mehta remained looking at the darkness. He knew the old bastard was upto something but couldn’t put his finger in it.

The moment he thought he saw something more, he tried to focus his eyes...like he saw something in the darkened blanket!

Khurram, with one last swirl of his tongue inside her ear and another push of his fingers into her erupting pussy, lowered her...but not to the ground. He just kept her stationed...holding her up...where her face reached his neck level.

"Please...put me down", she begged again. The digits inside her pussy were not stopping...his fingers squished her soft walls inside out.

"Oooh-God...nnngghhh", shs grunted as he slowly lifted her and started walking back to her home.

Tanvi failed to register the rest as her head was in complete blur. The carnal thrill of exposure reeled inside her. She was sure that old Mehta had seen her. It wasn't that he saw her naked...the fact that how she was presented...in most vulgarity...in her most depraved state...peeing to wide open world...shamelessly urinating like a bitch dog who didn't care where she was...it killed her mind and brain and she didn't realized when she was on her bed...on her hands and knees...still with his fingers dug deep in her spread cunt...whimpering like a bitch...yes...she was one...a desperate bitch in heat...her eyes were closed shut...including her brain.

Her eyes fluttered open when she felt something touching her sensitive pussy that made her lift her head sideways and look behind. She saw the large silhouette of Khurram behind her hips. The image was blurred due to the tears in her eyes. She couldn't remember when she cried. The only thing she could remember happening was her lips clamping against the mouth he offered her, in a most suffocating yet pleasurable way that night.

His kiss! It was the only one she could remember.

But then, as Tanvi blinked her eyes open, she found herself standing inside her own bedroom. She was lost on how she ended up in the position that she was. She felt embarrassed...yes...but no shame...she wasn’t bothered how she presented her holes to the bad old man...it wasn't a concern anymore...she was worried about how she blacked out...again...the thought of her obnoxious display to Mehta made her wince with mortifying awkwardness.

"Remove your mask", she heard him asking and quickly pulled it out, allowing her to breathe a bit properly. 

As she pulled the latex cover, Khurram reached and helped her out to remove the torn legging and in seconds, she stood completely naked from waist down. He ran his both hands through her naked ass-cheeks, giving both a good squeeze, making her yelping and wet at the same time. She felt guilty suddenly as such an action happened only with Sanjoth, it was her husband who removed her clothes like this. His fingers gripped the expanded waistband of her legging while lowering it down through her thighs, and finally out of her feet. She tried her best not to show how much aroused she already felt his actions made her forget her reality within seconds.

Once done to his satisfaction, Khurram stood back and looked at the half unclothed woman, her pussy glazing with her juices. Through her sides, Tanvi looked upto him, and wondered why he wasn't doing what he wanted...what she wanted!

Khurram was in fact mesmerised at the sight in front. The glowing fairness of the perfect female specimen, kneeled with anticipation written all over her face and body. The only light in her bedroom was from the moonlight that cascaded into it through the large windows. It made him feel like an euphoric erotic scene, as if he was seeing the young woman naked for the first time. Her body, naked except the sports bra on top, twitching and thrusting at him...with the need for his penis...his sex. She was his prize! And he was there to claim it! To make her his...his own slut!

Tanvi tilted her head further to take a good look at his shaft, and wondered once again how he could get this going on and on at his age. A whimper came out when she found him moving closer...she was about to slide it in!

Any moment!

She caught her breath!

"Aaaaah...mmmnnnffff", she moaned and hit her head harder to the soft bed as his girthy cock-head penetrated and eased it's way into her soft vaginal folds.

She moaned again, louder this time, the tone of protest!

He wasn't plunging inside! Khurram just stayed grinning at her misery. Only his penis-head was inserted in her.

"Tell me, slut. Tell me how much you want this...I want to hear it from your lips", he held his cock in one hand stopping it from going deep, and that stopped her from thrusting back to get more of it in her.

"I...I want it...I want...iittt", Tanvi replied with every bit of convincing in her voice. She meant it. She spread herself further...her lower back arched into a shape making her ass-cheeks widen to maximum...projecting her hairless asshole and half-opened pussy to gape more.

"Aaaarghhhh", she screeched loud as the magnitude of his oversized penis slid inside her hole.

"Hmmm...aaah...mmmm", she crooned as Lhurtam started with slow thrusts...she wanted it hard.

It was so vivid and different from their past encounters. Her petite body writhed and grinded against the old man's powerful hold. She tried to tilt her head sideways to see him fucking her. But, the way he pounded made it impossible to move anywhere. She hit her head hard on the bed and bit her lips to contain the pleasure she was receiving from the mad sex he was delivering to her torn pussy.

"Tell me...you want more? Yes...no?", he growled, slowing down against her wish.

“Mmmm...mmmm...goo...dd", she replied in broken voice and tried to thrust backwards to show her participation.

"I think you'd like it more if Mehta was here, don't you, slut?", he chuckled at her lost situation.

Tanvi didn't reply...she couldn't...hearing his words, he brain blazed ahead with the images...of Mehta and Khurram taking turns...together...fucking her in unison...separately...one after other...filling her pussy...filling her mouth...filling her bad hole...her body recoiled with horror and remained unable to reply with words.

"Tell me, slut. How does it feel?", his voice was menacingly frightening. 

Tanvi couldn't reply with words. She nodded her head multiple times and wiggled her ass towards him with total defeat. Her state of mind was frustration mixed with embarrassment. The images of her body-fluids spurting off like a geyser towards Mehta clouded her responses. Along with it came the thought of Khurram and Mehta taking turnsnto fuck her. She felt her pussy tighten around Khurram's girth like a vice. She tried hard to picture something else, but the way she was exposed in the absolute most vulgarity made the words stop from spilling out of her lips.

"Khuu...rrraaamm...jiii...hmmm...mmmm", multiple moans with gaps came out instead.

Khurram pushed his hips into her with a sudden shove. Before giving her a second to breathe, he punished her cunt with multiple strokes, one after another, like a jackhammer, making her howl like an animal. The brutal pace pushed all her thoughts into nothingness...

"Is it good, Tanv? Is it soooo good?", Khurram mocked her with sarcasm.

“Aah...hmm...aaah...nnngggh...mmmm", Tanvi whimpered as within those magnificent moments of hard fuck, she felt her orgasm coming out..."Ooh! It's good...ood...soooo...go...ood...aaah", Tanvi screamed and cried as her nails dug into both ends of her soft bed, the very bed that she partnered with Sanjoth...the very bed that was supposed to be shared between husband and wife. And now, she was sharing it with someone else...a man who wasn't her husband...a man who was old enough to be her father...a man who was vile and bad who made a married young wife, a mother to break all her societal vows and holy bond of her marriage into shambles...only for sex...pure...animal sex!

"Aaah...oooh...hmm...nnfff", she cried and cried. Her hips met the old man's shoves with even more vigor that matched to surpass his pace. She was able to feel his thick head hitting the last defence inside her pussy and it's snake-veins punishing her sensitive vaginal walls.

"Cum, Tanvi...cum for me, cumm for a man who is not your husband, slut! CUMMM!", Khurram roared and shoved himself in an extreme frenzied pace into her...a real power fuck!

"Uunff...ummm...nnggmmm", Tanvi screamed as another orgasm powered through her pussy, making her freeze and unfreeze. Her nails dug deeper into the bed and her hips thrusted back as much as possible to get more of him. Every last bit of her nerves rushed with blood to contain the pleasure of her orgasmic release. She was so vocal, it never was with her husband. She couldn't find any clarity inside her mind as her orgasm slowly subsided but Khurram continued his fuck, not brutal, but he ensured to delivery the fulfilling presence of his engorged and pulsing shaft to fill her insides as a reminder...of who was responsible for that earth shattering cum release.

Then the entire room turned into a vocalized arena.

Tanvi hollered and moaned and screamed that challenged Khurram's loud grunts and groans. Her breasts dangled down and oscillated free as Khurram fucked her with his full force. Sweat ran like rivers from both their bodies. 

"Thwaapp!"

"Oooouuuh...hmmm", Tanvi's head bolted up with a screaming protest when her ass stung with the pain from Khurram's slap.

"WHAAPP!!", Khurram landed another heavy blow on her reddened ass-cheek. She recoiled first, and pushed back, harder than before. Deep inside, she reeled with the manhandling the old man was delivering on her ass. She was desperate to feel the sharp pain of being slapped. It made her think how much she didn't know about sex, and how much her body ached for this to happen...how badly she wanted to be taken...

"Who made you feel like this before, slut? Did Mehta fucked you like this? Did that stupid Sanjoth slap you like this? Does he even know how to smack a slut? Did any other fucker made you CUMMM like how I did?", Khurram growled loudly between his grunts.

Tanvi couldn’t find words as it was literally impossible for her to even think straight between the super powered fuck the old man was driving into her pussy. "Uuuh...no...noo...noo one did...oooh...hmmm"

Khurram grinned and got ready for the real assault. 

He moved up.

It was slow, deliberately slow.

He continued to move up, over her upturned ass, with both legs spread above her to both sides in a scooted position. As he repositioned himself, his cock also turned it's angle. Finally once he settled on top of her hips, her butt, she felt the enormous change it brought.

Khurram's placed his thing angled like an downward pointed arrow, facing straight at her vaginal-hole. His large scrotum and balls rested over her pussy, as if covering it from outside view. His legs were spread over her to both sides. And, finally, his hands...both his hands were on her upper shoulder and lower back, punishingly pushing her down into the bed...making her lower back arch against gravity allowing him absolute access!

"Fuck, yes! You are no longer his wife, you understand it, slut? You are my whore! MINE ALONE!!!", Khurram roared and pulled the entire length that was inside her till his mammoth sized head remained inside.

Tanvi wanted to reply. She hit his chest as hard as she could while the whole time she knew what was coming next!

"AARRGHH", he almost yelled with triumph as his hips came curshing down on her upturned ass-meat. 

"OOOUHHHH", Tanvi screeched and her face hit the bed that muffled it. For a moment, she thought her vertibrae was breaking.

Khurram's cock tore back into her pussy, the angle of her wide-spread hips allowing maximum possible space for his cock...it went in...to reach a place that was not broken even with his length that entered her thus far...allowing him another inch that was left outside to penetrate her hole. His cock was smeared with her white colored froth, all through it's width and length.

"Aaah...ooh...Khu...rrram...jiiii", she moaned the vile old man's name like her long lost lover. Her body, without her brain registering, tried to tilt up to meet his raging penis...as if her sole purpose was to take him to her deepest place inside her cheating cunt. Khurram's hands gripped her sports bra, and in one shove, he ripped it away from her shoulders.

Naked!

Absolutely naked!! Fully unclothed to the man whom she hated like hell till few hours earlier!!!

Her deep reddish pink nipples acted like they were trying to call the old man's mouth for a duel!

A devilish thought came into her mind then...They were two bodies in heat, naked like they were just born! Both of them were married!! And, both were cheating on their marriages!!!

Without allowing her time to register, using his long arms, Khurram squeezed her soft breasts and pinched her nipples in one shot, making her scream again...this time, he was sure that her neighbour would've heard...for sure!

“Ooooo-Gaaawd", Tanvi's head hung and jolted up as Khurram's heavy ride went on and on behind her. The new position made her utterly helpless beneath his large body. She was desperate to breathe...but her pussy never wanted the assault to end!

With shame hitting her head like a hammer, she realized that her pussy was ready to spill another explosion!

Then!

"Whaaat...noo...NOO!", Tanvi shouted with all her anger. Khurram left her alone...her sweltering cunt was vacant!

He pulled his inserted tool away from her pussy and stood back...leaving her on her knees and elbows...her pussy gaping and clenching...as if it was missing it's vital and most important muscle!

"Damn! you are a total slut, Tanvi", Khurram chuckled and landed two hard slaps ln her upturned and reddened ass-cheeks, making her whimper and mewl.  "Come here, Tanvi", he growled and lay next to her and pulled her on top of him. She felt like a paper doll in his arms. The moment she was on top, she kissed!

Tanvi's lips clamped against him with anger, frustration and need...he had left her hanging...not allowing her pussy to release. She wanted it...so badly...she kissed hard...her tongue went deep into his mouth...to knead his tonsils...even making him gag...yet, she wouldn't stop. She grinded her breasts against his vast and sweaty chest and torso. That body to body plastering gave her some comfort but not the real pleasure that she was desperate for. Tanvi groaned and whimpered as she deepened her kiss when she felt him holding her tight against her...lovers? Maybe...

She raised and rolled her hips to allow the steel shaft to be free between her widespread thighs. Once he got her silent permission, Khurram, using his large palms, took both her ass-cheeks inside his large palms, spread those two globules to maximum stretch, making croon into his mouth, then lifted her hips, up...up...till she felt the girth of his swollen cock-tip at her pussy lips...right at her love hole entrance!

For a moment, Tanvi felt drifting away from the extreme pleasure of her kiss, but instead, she tilted her head and looked below...she wanted to see it...to witness how the majestic cock was going to disappear inside her. Her knees folded, her arms stretched and with palms over his chest, she struggled, but finally lifted herself up fully to a half-squat.

She was ready! Ready to mount!!

Khurram gave a slight pull, downward!

A heavy gasp came out of her chest! A gluttral groan from him! A combined growl of pleasure from both at the same time!

Tanvi's eyes remained focused at their groin where his majestic girth and length disappeared inside her. Without her pubic hair, it was crystal clear to her vision. Her pinkish red pussy lips spread in a circle over his dark brown cock. Looking at it, she thought that it was someone else, not her own body. With contorted focus, she descended down, taking centimeter after centimeter of his girthy and veiny shaft into her soaked pussy. 

She felt the stretch...that amazing burn...the familiar pain of getting expanded beyond her physical prowess.

Khurram heard the sound of her heavy inhale as he watched the young mother abandoning every bit of chastity and the last amount of pride, while trying to take him inside her...engulfing more and more of his throbbing tool in her. He pulled apart her already spread ass-cheeks even wider, making her wince and bit her lips, but her eyes remained locked at their co-jointed groin...she wanted to see it...witness it...capture her desteuction with her own eyes...to believe it...that she was fucking another man...convince herself that it was she who made that choice...her entire body muscles contorted with her taut belly becoming even tighter as the digit went inside her...tearing every single barrier of her married pussy.

“Ooooooh-Gaaaawd", Tanvi finally muttered another moan and her eyes clamped shut with her head falling down to her chest. The once proud woman was no more present. It was the slut that he created, the one who cared and strived only to quench the carnal thirst of her pussy remained...on top of his cock! Gasping as she took him inside...inch after inch...he heard his slut's sex-craved heaves and gasps...Tanvi whom he knew once was not the woman who was gyrating on his penis...it was his slut...his own slut!

Tanvi pressed down with all her might...one final downward thrust.

Done!

He was inside! Deep inside of her...

She made sure he was lodged...firm...into her cavernous hollow!!

Both of them, the odd couple, breathed hard and gasped with united moans.

Tanvi started moving her hips, slowly, pulling herself up, Khurram helping her by keeping her ass-cheeks spread, making her asshole gape and clench with every inch she pushed out. Then came back down, again taking the same inches back into her.

"Mmmmm...ooooh...mmmm", she groaned with the pleasure of being filled. Her face, neck, shoulders, arms, breasts, nipples, navel, tight, legs, ankles, her entire body perspired and got covered with sweat in no time...her face...beet red...her lips...bitten between her teeth...

"Tell me, slut. Will you spread your legs to anyone other than me?", Khurram punishingly started to bounce her up and down. His hands that held her stretched ass-cheeks made her asshole gape to an obscene oval size driving severe pain to her, but she responded like she was loving that pain.

"TELL ME!", his voice rose higher.

"Nnnghhh...no...nooo", her head shook to both sides in crazy speed as he pushed her down and up without allowing her to take even a clear breath. "I....I...won't...never"

"Will you fuck anyone I ask to? TELL ME!", he wouldn't stop and Tanvi wished if he would stop talking and just fuck her like a slut she was, like a whore taking the sex as it came, without a question.

"YESSS...I WILL...WHATEVER YOU ASK...WHOEVER YOU WANT ME TO...I WILL!!!", she grunted and lost her hand balance to fall on his chest. But he held her in place...Khurram was not going to let her have it so easy. She bucked her hips. She knew the race towards her orgasm was on. She could feel her breaths beginning to change. She knew was about to cum. She rode him fast. Harder. She felt his penis pulsing inside. She felt his bare cock...every bit of it...every single nerve that ran on his penis...it's thick head. 

She needed her release...very badly.

"Oooh-God, I’m...I...I...”, her words broke and multiple moans followed with her belly jolting hard with spasms, her hips arched further inside his large palms, her hands came to rest on large chest again. 

"Will you fuck anyone who I ask?? TELL ME, SLUT", he shouted at her to bring her back to earth.

Tanvi couldn't reply, instead she nodded by silently saying 'YES' and pushed herself back up and started to ride his cock..faster...deeper. Her hands moved towards his head as he opened his mouth and started to lick and suck her mouth. She gripped onto his head and held him like a lover. She missed that kiss, and she deepened it by rolling her tongue inside. 

It wasn’t enough!

She knew it. She was his slut. She wanted to prove it. 

Releasing herself from the deep, sensual kiss, she took a second to look into the old man's glazed eyes. Then, surprising him to core, her tongue darted out, carrying her saliva, she licked his chin, she licked one side of his entire face...all through from chin to eyes...then moved to other side...plastered his face with her spit...then, took another second to look at his surprised eyes, and moved up...to his bald head...licked...kissed...she smothered his entire hairless skull and face using her mouth and globes of saliva. 

His whole face glistened with her spit...then she pulled back...and looked again...prying deep into his eyes...telling him silently that she was his slut...his whore...she would open her legs to whoever he ask her to...her heart leaped when she saw satisfaction on his eyes....she dived into his mouth again...crushing his mouth onto hers...twirling her tongue inside him, and snaking herself against his tongue. Her hair fell sideways covering his one side.

The moment it happened, Khurram left her ass, and took hold of both her hanging breasts into his hands. Brought them together, mashed both of her soft muscles into one pulp, and leaning forward gulped both her nipples together inside his mouth. 

Tanvi howled and sobbed as her hips went up and down by itself. He crushed her breasts with his large palms and nibbled on her nipples, chewed her breasts, sucked into his mouth's vacuum...she went wobbling up and down, unable to contain the extremities that the old man took from her!

“I...I want to cummmm", she finally cursed to let out and let him know what she wanted. His thick and heavy cock that split her in two along his mouth on her lips were way too much for her to handle. She sensed that the walls of her pussy were about to crumble and release the most thunderous orgasm that she had till that moment...she prepared herself to be ready...and her hips moved up and down on him, even after he slowed his push and pull...she was about to burst any moment!

"Shit!", Khurram was shocked beyond words by witnessing the change that happened to the woman he drove into his sexual depravities. He didn't expect it to happen...but it did!

“Cum for me, bitch. Fucking cum for me!", Khurram grunted back at her.

“Aaaaaaah...Khurramjeeee", Tanvi screamed as her orgasm rippled through her body. Through her clenched lips she shouted. “Give me..Khurramjiii...Give your cum to your slut...I want to feel it inside me...oooouh...mmmnnnnfff”

Tanvi didn't want another order. Her hips flew up and down while Khurram remained stationed...enthralled at the vigor...at her need...it was at that very moment he felt his balls tightening. He was about to be released as well!

"Bitch, I am going to cum...I will put my seed inside you, slut, aaaarrrghh", Khurram roared.

"Me toooo...cum for me...Khurramjeeee...cummmm...Oh-Gaaaawwwd", she hollered as her tunnel finally broke!

Khurram roared again, matching her pace, he roughly gripped handfuls of her ass-cheeks once again, and drove his cock as deep as it would reach inside her.

Tanvi's vision went blank and black.

Khurram's eyes rolled up into his skull.

She felt the hard twitch inside her cunt. She recognized what it was. He was also cumming...with her..they were erupting their carnal fluids together. As her mind reeled in that one thought, she felt the next twitch...followed immediately with a filling...hot...heavy...filling of his liquid.

He groaned loudly as her cunt muscle caught his cock into a tight grip that he thought she was about to break his cock. Her hot liquid came forth...mixing with his heavy cum...

Torrents of their combined cum plastered her insides, filling her cunt to it's maximum capacity while her pussy milked him with every twitch. She felt her pussy getting loaded and occluded with Khurram's semen. Smothering and reaching everywhere...not leaving any gap inside her unfilled.

Both of their upper bodies were pressed and crushed against each other to a time that felt like eternity for Tanvi. But her hips moved again...and again...squeezing the last drop that his scrotum could produce.

The two frenzied naked humans started to slow down on each other's attack. They heard their labored breaths. Their heaves...her whimpers. Their faces clamped onto each other. Her eyes were closed as her heaves started to slow a bit.

Khurram turned his face to her side, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "You are mine, now...you heard me?...all mine"

Tanvi just accepted his kiss and words. There was nothing left in her head and body to respond back...She was exhausted beyond the last level of hell!

With a deep groan of satisfaction, Tanvi dismounted from Khurram's cock and turned away from him in a foetal position.

Khurram laid next to her, thoroughly satisfied. He got what he wanted...the previous night was a start...but this...he made sure the woman of his dreams became his own slut...she was ready...prepared...to perform every depraved wishes and plans that he held.

Tanvi moaned in her sleep as she felt his heavy cum slipping and escaping from her spent pussy down her thigh as globs of his thick cum smothered the bed below.

"Tanvi! Tanvi...wake up", she heard Khurram calling her to wake up like previous morning. In her half-dazed head, Tanvi wasn't able to figure out who was calling her. Her entire body felt torn and painful.

"Tanvi!", Khurram's hard voice made her jump from the bed.

But then, as she blinked her eyes open, the bed was filled by the large man sleeping beside her..."He is still sleeping"...it was her head playing games with her.

A second later, she was standing next to her bed, next to a fully naked Khurram, with the same cock that took her to the moon and back, standing erect, in all it's majestic naked glory. 

The only cloth she found to cover herself was the baggy sleeveless tee-shirt of the old man. She wore it in a frenzied mode to cover up.

But then, she felt shy all of a sudden, she couldn't figure out why. It was like, the morning after she consummated her marriage with Sanjoth...unable to meet the man's eyes.

Tanvi stopped when she saw the two large feet of Khurram spread wide, filling her entire bed. There was no need to check what came next...she knew...and her eyes moved up through his muscular calves...powerful looking thighs...

Then!

Her eyes closed in over the thing that stood erect, deep brown, and pulsing itself above the spread sac of his large ballsac. 

Khurram had his eyes open and focused on her. A shiver ran up from her spine making her shy for uncountable and unintelligible reasons.

"I love seeing you in my tee-shirt, Tanvi. It suits you much better than Safiya!", he gave a snort that made her a bit angry thinkin why this old man was thinking of his wife when she was with him. 

"Now, time to finish what you started", Khurram growled with a menacing laugh and a nod at her.

Tanvi acknowledged that nod from the old man.. With soft steps, she moved forward till she was on her elbow and knees on her bed, between his wide-spread legs, inches close to the thing...the heavy odour of their mixed combination hit her nose, and in no time, her normalcy left...she was there...only for purpose...to serve him!

She threw her hair back, and lowered her face to the throbbing shaft, she inhaled the smell of their combined sex from it. Her tongue darted out, and pensively touched it with her tip. It intoxicated her more than last night's drink. Suddenly, she wanted to jump over him and start humping to feel that oversized penis to sink inside her hollering pussy, but when she felt one of his hands on her head, she couldn’t initiate sex at that moment. His lips parted, mouth widened, throat enlarged, and slowly, but with full focus, took him inside, at one shot, she took more than his bulbous head, she was already used to it's size by now. His penis-head and a few inches of his girth went inside her as started sucking him...not vigorously...more like she was in love with that tool!

Khurram relaxed, more like he just lay passively looking at the gorgeous mother in a completely different viewpoint with her lips stretched and mouth full of his girth. 

"Hmm...good job, slut. You are a good student", he grunted as his hand holding her head moved back and placed it behind his head, allowing him to get a clear and close-up view of her oral performance. 

Tanvi removed herself from this hard penis for a moment, but kept her tongue placed behind it's mushroom head, flicking it slowly, up and down, ensuring her saliva was coated everywhere that she sucked.

"Suck it, bitch", he grunted.

"I am not a bitch, you bad old man", as her words came out, both Tanvi and Khurram were surprised at once. Her tone wasn't angry, it was more playful, as if she liked him calling her bitch, and wished for more.

"Shit! Who the fuck you think you are talking to, slut? I own you...do you remember what you shouted to the whole world? You are MY bitch! So, suck it like a bitch, Tanvi", Khurram's abusive words had an immediate effect on the torn woman.

Her hands came up to hold his digit. Starting at his base, she pulled it's foreskin down, as he was circumcised, there wasn't much, but she still tried. While she pulled down, her head moved up and gulped back the cock inside once again. Her slow methodology was no longer applied. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly along with her hands aligned to ensure she was doing it right.

Khurram pushed her mouth back on his shaft not wanting to remove the pleasure of her oral.

"Right there...mmm...yah...use that sloppy-tongue, bitch"

She did it, immediately. Her tongue slid past the tightly stretched lips on his girth, and slid down on his length...just like he asked her to. She wasn’t sure if it was her being enthusiastic, or if it was her being his slut made her suck him with such abandon. She had no inclination to do such a depraved thing till it started the previous evening but then, everything that happened afterwards forced her to relate with the real 'slut' that was dormant deep in her.

"Fuck, you do this better than anyone did to me, bitch...even Safiya couldn’t suck me like this...good job, my bitch", Khurram grunted with his eyes closed and teased her. 

Tanvi left a deep gasp and sucked with more tenderness, rather than making it faster...her head reeled with pleasure when she got a compliment...though it was a comparison, she felt amazing to be his 'best' bitch ever. As the title she took to her heart!

"Why don't you do what you really want to, Tanvi?", he groaned at her, indirectly asking her to fuck him...again.

She groaned back at him with her green eyes...a look that made him feel that she was silently asking to do it to her. In her head, all that Tanvi wanted to do was jump on top of him and get the majestic tool back into her cheating pussy, once again...but she also wanted to taste him...again...

At the end, her taste-buds won. Her head moved to a feverish pace...sucking...pulling...coating...dripping...a predatory spark replaced her tears along with a jolt on her body, she felt secretly thrilled at sucking another man who was better suited to her needs...her carnal wishes...

The odd couple exchanged a knowing glance at each other as she continued to suck and unsuck with her mouth. Tanvi slurped and stroked his massive cock again and again...back and forth...

"Aaarghhhh", Khurram roared suddenly and held her head on his cock...hard.

First twitch!

Next second, her mouth was filled with hot semen!

Tanvi gulped in and drank the load like she was possessed.

Without breaking a second, she pumped his shaft furiously and down and got another twitch...another torrent...this time, she craned her neck as high as she could and placed his penis-head right at her throat entrance...she gulped the thick spunk of the old man like a loyal lover.

Khurram released his hold on her head and relaxed, she did the rest. His cock flexed with every jolt, and she sucked and gulped...drinking his cum like her life depended on the liquid that filled her. Almost two minutes later, she felt the last of his drop pumping out.

Yet, she continued sucking. She rolled her tongue all over his bloated and swollen head, licked it's pee-slit to bring out the final remnants that it carried. Once done, she pulled his cock out...and just before releasing it, she went down on the soft tool, once again... a groan of satisfaction came from her when she realized that finally, she was able to suck his entire length inside her...her nose hit his pubic bone...she kept her mouth plastered on his cock for few seconds, and then pulled out with a moan...content!

"Finally! A damn good job, bitch. Now, this is what I call a 'good' job", Khurram said in a lazy voice. Tanvi was lying on his left thigh, with his softening cock next to her face. She rolled her eyes and smiled back with a shy smile. Then she slowly pulled to stand at his feet and paused before deciding what next.

"Right. I am leaving. Be at the gym later...sharp! And Tanvi, wear the black one", with another grunt, he walked out...naked...she couldn't believe he did it. Though his apartment was upstairs, still, if someone saw him walking naked from her home, it would be a disaster. 

She ran behind him, but Khurram was already outside and in the small corridor, naked, with no care to the world, his gait clearly conveying like he was a real winner!

Once he left, Tanvi tried to collect herself. 

She was still wearing Khurram's top and a large portion of her breasts were jutting outside from both sides of the sleeveless tee-shirt. 

She was about to start cleaning up the mess she and her new dirty lover when she heard the familiar cycle-bell ringing from outside.

Dattu!

[Aavesh9]

Understood and not denying the fact that this was once my favorite story. I still feel its a over all very good story compared to so many "old man bends young women to his will" story template but I prefer seduction over blackmail any day and that's just me. Nothing wrong with opinions and choices.

Hope there is redemption arc for Tanvi and teaches all old men of her community a lesson at the end or destroy them else it becomes an overkill of humiliation and nothing else.

~RCF

Respect the honesty, Sir,

Glad to see a veteran critic like you finally weighing in on this story after 70+ chapters.

I totally get the preference - seduction is a slow dance, while blackmail is a sledgehammer. But there’s a flip side to consider. I personally know that YLTS as a writer have spent massive amount of time and thoughts into these plots to keep the momentum going for 76 chapters and from what I see, a lot more to come. 

It’s a bit of a curveball when an avid reader stays silent through all the parts they liked, only to drop an admonishing note the second the story pushes a boundary they personally don't favor. When a seasoned critic only posts the 'negatives' it can lead new and old readers to judge the entire effort unfairly without seeing the full picture.

You're absolutely right, I agree totally. it’s a free world and democracy rules here. You’re more than welcome to your opinion. 

But in that same spirit of transparency, since you've been here for the long haul, why not share which parts or arcs actually entertained you the most?

It would give the rest of the community a chance to appreciate the effort from both sides, the writing of YLTS and the time you took to read rather than just focusing on the current 'humiliation' phase. If you've stuck around this long, there’s clearly something about Tanvi’s journey that resonates with you. Let’s hear the good with the 'bad'.

As for her future? Stick around. The 'breaking' is the peak of the storm, but the fallout is where the real story lives.

Cheers.

[RCF]

Respect the honesty, Sir,

Glad to see a veteran critic like you finally weighing in on this story after 70+ chapters.

I totally get the preference - seduction is a slow dance, while blackmail is a sledgehammer. But there’s a flip side to consider. I personally know that YLTS as a writer have spent massive amount of time and thoughts into these plots to keep the momentum going for 76 chapters and from what I see, a lot more to come. 

It’s a bit of a curveball when an avid reader stays silent through all the parts they liked, only to drop an admonishing note the second the story pushes a boundary they personally don't favor. When a seasoned critic only posts the 'negatives' it can lead new and old readers to judge the entire effort unfairly without seeing the full picture.

You're absolutely right, I agree totally. it’s a free world and democracy rules here. You’re more than welcome to your opinion. 

But in that same spirit of transparency, since you've been here for the long haul, why not share which parts or arcs actually entertained you the most?

It would give the rest of the community a chance to appreciate the effort from both sides, the writing of YLTS and the time you took to read rather than just focusing on the current 'humiliation' phase. If you've stuck around this long, there’s clearly something about Tanvi’s journey that resonates with you. Let’s hear the good with the 'bad'.

As for her future? Stick around. The 'breaking' is the peak of the storm, but the fallout is where the real story lives.

Cheers.

You have totally misunderstood the context with out knowing when I read the story. I started this story long time back but due to the story being delay on updates or might be me being busy I left it, it probably was somewhere around chapter 15-20..Then I came back once and read our favorite writer was no more...felt sad and thought that this story will not move forward and very recently I realized you have been updating it with the notes provided by author and my interest picked again and read it in one go..so I did not get lot of chance to be with the story to appreciate it as it went along with chapter to chapter. 

Best parts of the story still are gym sessions between Khurram and Tanvi with awesome descriptions of those scenes and their sexellent exercises. No one who is writing comments here think the efforts are any less and the hard work put into any story here definitely needs applause but negative comments are part of parcel, do not let that discourage you to continue the journey. I will finish the story this time and will comment time to time, Only comment mine was negative because by the time I am back it went to the phase where the flavor of the story is not cup of tea. so do not take it to heart. 

As always appreciate the work...


~RCF

[Teebone1985]

I m speechless or should i say wordless for i really do not know how can a writer be so good. The level of detail in sex, the amount of time and effort spent in detailing it, can there ever be a match, the standard set here is so high.

As amazing these updates have been so far. The thought of a high class housewife ravaged by low class men like Dattu and his friend/(s) rather than once who meet her class like Khurram and Mehta ravaging her in a 3 some or may be just may be a gangbang is the pinnacle of my fantasy probably because of how taboo it is and how much improbable it sounds in reality. I was on the edge hoping The wife's Predicament would lead to that especially after the second marriage scene, I was hoping Keerthi would spend a night with both her husbands but alias it was not to be. I am hoping to witness that in this story with YLTS writing and WHAT A SPENDED! MOMEMT THAT WOULD BE. OOO god how much I want things to be kicked off with Dattu now so that it leads to this moment.

If the person sharing this story can please let us know what is the full form of YLTS, what does it signify ?