A Banana Muffin Saga

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-80:



Tanvi didn't bother to change her dress as she was fully aware of what was waiting for her. Once she noted the time, her steps became faster with increasing fear creating darker clouds in her head.

"Am I his bitch, like he said?", that very same question crept into her head and repeated a hundred times as she walked towards the Gym. 

While walking, she thought of Sanjoth. It has been three days since he left her with no calls or contact, and not even a message. And today - he was nonchalantly enjoying the company of two older women like his wife and children hardly matter anything to him. The weight in her heart felt like her marriage was something that happened in past life, none of their good moments brought any sort of feelings in her anymore and though she didn't realize it, Khurram's presence made it impossible for her to think of anything else. 

Worst was she saw Sanjoth...her own husband...so carefree and totally behaving like an unknown man in the company of two strange women whom she hated like anything and now more than she did with Khurram.

She was not able to figure out what she felt for Khurram. Hate...Affection...it was a messed up tangle in her head by now.

Tanvi stopped mid-way when she heard the noise coming from the Gym as she approached it. Her heart leapt out of her chest for a moment...along with wild thoughts of what she could expect there. Deep in her head, she knew she was walking towards the destruction of her reality, but the devilish thoughts about "what the bald old man would do to her today" stayed above every other rationale she held. It was more like she needed it to happen rather than running away...it was exactly what her body...her pussy was calling on for.

An involuntary gasp came out of her chest when she opened the Gym and entered. 

Khurram was doing pull ups.

He was stark naked.

His brown, hairless and muscular form going up and down, with the python sized shaft, that hairless thing - hung free between his thighs.

She wasn't sure what to do. She froze where she stood.

"What are you waiting for, Tanvi? Strip!", his voice growled.

"No...Khurramji...not like this...it's...just...day, someone could come here and see us", she protested.

"Tanvi", he paused, and stopped his pullups and walked to her. "Listen...carefully. You are MINE, and you will do exactly what I say, without a single question, you get it?"

"Ji, yes, Khurramji"

"Then, fucking strip, Tanvi-Beti", his voice was malicious and sarcastic when he shouted 'Beti'.

Tanvi took another breath and removed her Top and Skirt and in less than a minute, she stood in front of him wearing a simple bra and modest panty. He gave a disapproving grunt when he noticed her hairless pussy covered.

"Do you need to ask? Get on with cycling, slut. I need that ass to be in prime condition tonight", he smacked her lightly and pushed towards the cycling machine. 

Tanvi suppressed a giggle and cursed herself on why she acted in such a way to someone who just degraded her, called her slut, and termed her a bitch for the last few days. Yet, she walked and stood over the pedals and looked at her reflection on the mirror in front. The same familiar face looked back at her but the aura was different. It wasn't the same Tanvi that she saw there, it seemed like a different woman, completely naked, shamelessly cycling with an equally naked man behind her.

"What the hell are you thinking, slut? Start pedalling already!"

Despite the anger that surged from her throat, Tanvi knew her options were none. She had already stripped off completely and was on the machine...naked...shamelessly parading...a married woman...a mother...a daughter...a wife...behaving like a true 'slut' as she was marked with. Her shaved pussy tried itself to cover...but failed...it's pink hole and reddish lips gaped from behind.

"Hmmmnnff", a groan left her lungs when she felt the thick head of his penis grazing at her shaved pussy entrance...her lips parted without hesitation.

"SLAP!"

"OOUUUW", Tanvi's eyes saw crystal sparks of pain as his palm receded away from her reddened ass-skin.

"Bitch! If your filthy pussy does not open up on me, then you are going to get punished, right here and everyone will hear you screaming, you get it? Do your exercise, slut", Khurram roared into her. Her ass-cheeks went from burning to blazing with the sharp pain he gifted her.

With rage, shame, and an embarrassing moan, Tanvi tilted her hips up and away from his cock.

"SLAP!"...another one landed over the very same red-welted ass-cheek.

"Ooouuuwwch...noo...please...don't...Khurramjii...please stop hitting me...please", she jolted up to another height as the next blow made her reddened skin feel like a sandpaper grinded over and over the same place.

"Did I tell you to move away? No! I want you to keep that damn hole right over me...and, make sure you don't slip...understand?"

"Ji...Jii", she hiccuped and brought herself back. Her pussy lips rested on his bulbous head. It was already coated with her juices. It slipped...she pushed up...to avoid another slap...but she couldn't remain...her vaginal folds were wet and smothered that it spread open over his circumference.

When Khurram looked at his finger marks on the taut orange-red skin of hers, it made his cock become further rigid and blood pumped more blood into it's veins as the wobble and her cries took his ego to the next level.

Tanvi was on the verge of an orgasm. She wasn't able to place why such manhandling of her created such maddening pleasure. She should've kicked the old man to his balls and stormed out, she had that choice...but, she didn't want to think more of it. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a shameless naked woman squirming and screaming...no tears...her face was equally flushed red similar to her butt-skin. She felt her hips losing it's balance. 

She saw both his hands going up and coming down...her eyes clamped tight to receive and acknowledge the pain of his double-slap....instead...

"MMMMA-AAA-AAH!!!", her agonized yelp came like a banshee howling."DAA'ME!!!", she heard her real-voice in her head as her eyes bulged out as she looked at her wide open mouth releasing a gluttral cry.

Khurram, instead of slapping, held her hips tight and punishingly pulled her down on his cock...first the oversized crown, then the girth of his shaft, and finally more than half of his length...penetrated her sloppy pussy and lodged inside! 

With a powerful...single shot! 

Tanvi's entire body froze. 

She couldn’t move an inch. She was impaled on the monstrous penis like a lizard trying to grip from falling. Her entire nerve system reached to a standstill with the painful intrusion. She knew it was to happen anyway, but not at all like how he gruelled her onto his cock in one stretch. Tanvi thought of jumping away, and almost did but she couldn't move an inch. Khurram held her hips in his large hands that forced her to remain on his cock. 

"Mmmnnffff", Tanvi winced with the pain of intrusion, but groaned at how good her pussy felt being clamped on his girth. Her pussy rebelled...but the force of the old man was something she couldn't fight with. 

He moved her up...further up...slowly, deliberately and deposited back again on his digit. She felt her pending orgasm building rapidly. Her hands lost their balance and she fell on her elbows by gripping the handle bar of the cycling machine and her head rested on it. Khurram made all the movements. Pumping her up and down on his length.

"Khuuu...rrammjiiiii", she screamed without a thought of someone hearing her as her cunt spilled. Tanvi cried and whimpered with every downward action, as he was hellbound to ensure her pussy was thoroughly utilised. 

Her hips bucked!

He punished her by pulling and pushing up and down!

Khurram saw how her pussy coated his penis with the white froth. Her cunt was gushing it's liquid as much as it could. Her body jolted and bolted multiple times along with his brutal punishment. Both of them knew very well that it was exactly what they wanted. Tanvi recognised she was close to her final release and all of a sudden, she froze on the cycling machine.

He wasn’t inside her anymore!

Khurram grinned when he looked at her gaping cunt when he pulled out. It was stretched...her long pussy lips splayed outwards in a very obscene, yet erotic view. He saw her pinkish colored pussy walls ebbing for his cock, and her ass, the upturned two globes of flesh, reddened with his slaps. 

He just wanted to fuck her like crazy, but his plans were otherwise. He stepped away leaving the trembling woman on mid-air without any support.

"What are you waiting for, slut?"

"Huh, wha...?", Tanvi bolted from her reverie when she heard the heavy growl from a bit far. She tilted and turned back, and gasped.

Khurram was back on the pull-on bar, hanging on his muscled long arms. Her attention was at a different area...his cock...it stood with all it's majestic glory, shining and glimmering with her froth coated all over...she winced at the very thought of why he called her for. But, without breaking a moment, with wobbly legs, she sprinted towards him...towards it.

Tanvi's knees bent, and she sat crouched right in front of the large naked man. The stench of her cum hit and entered her nostrils. Aa she looked at the filthy, froth covered, dark brown shaft, she felt like she was about to puke, but instead, her mouth opened...as wide as she could stretch her lips.

The moment she did, Khurram came down...hard...hitting...tearing her mouth's threshold like it was nothing and lodged into her mouth...and it's thick head went past her tonsils...into that tight passage. Tanvi had to clutch his base to stop him, because despite every effort she did during the past two days, she could only take three-fourth of his length, that was her oral capacity...she choked on it.

"Move your hands, bitch. It's your mouth that I need, not your filthy hands, slut", he growled as he went up on his shoulders and pulled his cock out from her. 

Tanvi had to release her hold immediately as it was his 'ask'. She remained crouched on her shins, her pussy still crying for it's complete fulfillment. Her mouth remained open, and he came down, ramming his cock inside her. It was a scene to behold, the gorgeous, naked woman in the most flimsy lingerie, sitting like a slave, allowing her mouth and throat to be destroyed by the massive python. Khurram was not doing heavy with his arms, he just looked down with fascination and he hid his expression, he was in amazement to see the young mother who behaved like a leopard turning into a wilful participant so quickly. Then he noticed it...her hands, she took it away from his penis, and was actually frigging her pussy.

"Fucking don't touch yourself, you hear me. I didn't give you permission...just keep your whore-mouth open, bitch", he roared at her and thrusted hard down into her mouth.

Tanvi's eyes bulged out as the digit went past a bit more that ever and pulled her handsome away from her pussy immediately with fright.

Khurram maintained his oral fuck for frw more minutes till he found her chin and chest getting coated and covered with her slob.

Tanvi's hips jerked, she was about to cum...her eyes clamped shut to focus on her hollering pussy.

Then!

She blinked her eyes with confusion...madness...angry...his cock wasn't in her mouth anymore. Before she could regroup what was happening, she heard another shout.

"Come here bitch! I am not done with thar wretched mouth!"

Tanvi turned and stood up to check where and what she was supposed to go. Her eyes widened with disbelief when she saw him on his knees, kneeled behind the large Gym ball. She couldn't place what she was supposed to do and walked closer to where the old man who was looking at her with angry eyes.

"Lie down, slut", he asked and nodded at the Gym ball.

She got what his new 'ask' was.

Tanvi laid down, back on top of the ball. Placing her legs forward on the floor for balance, she stretched her upper back and face to meet the awaiting attack. She gasped when she felt his large hands pulling her shoulders further towards him and making her back stretch into the arch of the gym ball. 

The moment he got her mouth aligned, he thrusted in...this time, he made it slow to ensure the new angle of his young slut was correctly placed.

Her mouth stretched again. This time, his cock went up...through her open mouth and dived once again back into her throat hollow. Tanvi couldn’t do anything, both her hands went sideways to balance on the floor but couldn't...only a few fingers grazed the cold floor. She had to push her legs down to make her throat to align in a straight angle to take on his invading monster.

With a grunt of comfort, Khurram started moving his hips up and down, inside and outside, back and forth into her open mouth and throat. 

"Mmmgghnnnmfff", suddenly a sharp groan came out through her stretched lips as she felt his two fingers diving into her spread open pussy which was now pointed up and totally opened for him to do whatever he wished to. Her pussy lips clamped over the invading fingers as if it was desperate for the intrusion. Her cunt closed in on his fingers as he dipped into her sloppy hole as deep as he could.

Tanvi gulped his penis as hard as she could with her mouth as the two fingers inside her were moving with an unmatched pace that made sure her orgasm would hit any moment. She felt pussy gushing inside with it's liquid and prepared herself to enjoy the magnificent release to happen any moment.

Khurram took his time to finger-fuck and oral-fuck the woman beneath him. He noticed how much she was trying to get that one orgasm, and with his usual smug grin, used his free hand to grace her nipples...hardly touching them...her nubbins were hard like stones and was begging for attention and he knew very well that if he squeezed even mildly, she would erupt...and he didn’t wanted it to happen. 

The very moment he graced his fingers over her nipples, both her legs shot up, making her lose balance and to wobble over the curved ball with only his two fingers inside her cunt allowing some semblance. 

Tanvi groaned loudly as her entire face was squished against his ball-sac below while his cock went in and out of her mouth and throat. 

Her legs splayed wide obscenely in mid-air trying to locate somewhere to hold, and failed. Her saliva dropped down through her cheeks and smothered her eyes that she had to keep shut with all her might...her focus was elsewhere...his fingers...now there were four...three inside and thumb squishing and rolling her hairless clit. She felt it coming...any second...her breaths became harder and heavier...about to burst...her entire body worked towards it's finale...her throat stopped the bulbous head from going in...

"Fuck! Bitch! It's me who wants your fucking mouth...not you!", as he roared, Khurram pulled away from her mouth and left her on the ball, she fell sideways on-spot and went into a foetal position, her body jerking, her hips jolting, and her cunt screaming for it's release!

"Don't make me wait, fucking slut!", Tanvi heard the old man's angered voice and somehow stood up and searched where he was calling from. Finally, she found him.

Khurram was on the workout bench, laid with his knees bent and hips at the end of the bench. His legs were widely kept, she knew why. With a frustrated grunt, she almost ran to him and fell on her knees to take him in his mouth, again.

"No, you cheating slut. Climb on me", his voice echoed in the noiseless Gym.

Tanvi was the happiest person in the whole world at that moment. She was desperate...she was silently begging for the real thing to be inside her. 

It was during those few moments she recognized how desperate she really wanted the evil old man to fuck her and take her to that place with pleasure-moons shined. 

The blissful physical closeness she felt to another man other than her husband. She stood on her legs without a blink, spread her legs around his torso, and paused for a second, the took his slime coated penis with one hand and pointed upwards...to meet the hole that she brought above it...her eyes closed...expecting the sharp pain of intrusion to happen once again...her eyelids close automatically...with deep concentration for the sweet pain!

Khurram almost laughed when he looked at the lost woman trying hard to get his cock inside. He allowed her to slide it along her pussy lips and further, for a moment. He watched with fascinated look as her deep, reddish vaginal lips slowly spread over his engorged purple cock-head.

Tanvi's eyes were closed as the sensations from her vaginal nerves clearly told her the monstrous thing was about to split her...again, and her hips slowly moved over to accept the intrusion. She groaned as she held the shaft to stay properly, all she wanted was that...heavenly feeling...that blissful release...that burning liquid propelling out of her!

For a second, it slipped. Moving away from the hole that she had prepared. A frustrated whimper followed when his cock's perineum, it's underside, crushed against her swollen clit. The pressure of that alone brought her another jolt and she pulled it back towards her pussy opening.

Her lips parted!

His girthy head slowly started to push her pussy apart!

"Stop, slut. Sit on it!", Khurram barked loudly and made her eyes flutter open with confusion. "I said, sit on it...not put it inside, bitch"

With dismay and anger, she straddled him and left his cock to be placed over his belly. Once she settled on his mammoth cock, her sloppy cunt lips spread over it's girth. It was an enticing view for Khurram and the velvety softness transpired it's heat to him immediately.

Without additional nudge, Tanvi started to grind herself on his tool.

"Why are you calling me bitch and slut, Khurramji? I told you so many times, I didn't do anything bad...then why?", her broken voice came back once again as she asked with an intense look on her face.

Khurram saw her hands holding his cock base as her pussy slid over his scrotum and he raised his hips for a better angle.

"Because you lied to me, slut. You LIED to me. Now move it!", he growled back.

Tanvi moved her vaginal opening through his hard cock, it's underside and saw a large, clear drop of precum appearing at his pee-slit.

"You want me to tell you everything? Is that what you want?", she looked into his eyes as she jerked his tool up and down as she grinded hard.

"Fuck! Yes, slut. You have to tell me, you should", Khurram's eyes closed with the sudden pleasure when she thrusted hard on his cock, a deep groan came out.

"I...I...I just want you to take me, Khurramji...I am yours...use me....fill me...I have never allowed another man...ever...except you", Tanvi's eyes were glued on Khurram's face as she whimpered and stroked him as she blurted. "I want you to fill me...take me", she cooed at him, nudging him to fuck her as she wanted it.

"Fuck!", Khurram's hips jolted up, making both of them push upwards, together.

"You want me to scream your name, yes? You want me to hear another man’s wife begging to have sex with you? You want to fill me again, yes?", she continued to rock on his cock, halfway to it's length, staring at his balls, then through it's massive ridge, almost reaching it's bloated head where precum was flowing and spreading over his hairless abdomen. 

She scooped the liquid and used it to smother his shaft while she grinded effortlessly on top of him.

She felt his hardness. It was bigger than her own impending orgasm. It was close, way too close to getting inside, she wanted it to happen. With another forward thrust, she grinded her clit over his oversized penis-head and slowly got her pussy opening towards the head. Just when he thought she would put it in her, she backed up, she slid back all through his cock's underside and reached at his ballsac. 

Her brain was going berserk with the feeling. She knew one more moment, he would go inside her. But she held on...she returned to her grinding, pinning his pulsing penis under her pussy. In a sudden move, she thrusted her naked nipples to his face. 

She held on to the horizontal bar above his head and leaned down with her offering. She wanted him to grope and suck her nipples. Khurram saw her move and grinned at her misery.

"Mmm...aaah", Tanvi almost screeched when he caught her waist with both his hands and crushed her hard against him. Her hands remained on the bar while her breasts crushed on his vast chest. Then he pulled her upper body a bit above...while she tried to look down at his face, she groaned loudly when he left her waist and caught both her breasts with his hands. 

Without allowing her time to think, he squeezed her soft, and fair breasts together, into a pulp, bringing her nipples together, then...he sucked...using his large mouth, he sucked both her nipples inside in one shot, rolled the two hardness together, twirled them separately along with hard crush of her breasts. 

Inside her head, Tanvi saw crackers firing and her grinding speed increased because now her clit was rubbing against his cock-head while her vaginal lips started to gape along with her actions.

Khurram couldn't get enough of her supple skin's touch against his hard muscles. She felt the beat of heart in his ears. He was not gentle with his hands, he mauled her breasts like the Banana Muffin dough that she squished once long back, creating electric jolts on her spine.

"You want me to have sex others? Do you?", she gasped and asked with a broken voice.

"Yes, slut...I want you to fuck any asshole that I point at, understood? You WILL open your slut pussy to whoever I ask...your are MINE, my own whore, my bitch", he roared back and gulped her nipples back again, this time, he bit on both mildly, making her cry loudly. 

"I willl....Khurraaamjiiii...I am your whore...your bitch...ooooh-gaaaawd-do-it-to-meeee-Khurraamjeee", Tanvi didn't know who screamed those words as it came out from her mouth. 

"Do you want me to fuck anyone? Who do you want me to open my legs to?" She bellowed and thrashed as her woman-hole finally got ready for...

"I will sell you, whore...like a cheap slut...understand? I will allow every dick in this Complex and Basti to fuck you like a whore you are, you won't open your dirty mouth to say NO to me, fucking bitch", Khurram grunted loudly as he felt his balls contorting.

"Why Khurramji? I am yours...yours forever...I will be your slut forever...why do you want to give me to others?", deep inside she reeled at the thought of having sex with other men, but she was horrified at the way Khurram was replying.

His intentions were becoming clearer to her. 

The wretched old man was going to 'offer' her to anyone whom he wanted to...despite that diabolically frightful thought, her cunt churned another notch by thinking about the opportunity it presented...she would fuck anyone with a dick...that means Dattu was also a possibility...her belly jerked and jolted when her head filled with the images of how she would have sex with the low-life milkman!

"Fuck meeeee", she cried with all her might. It was lost on her how easily she was saying 'fuck' and all other 'curse' words so effortlessly.

Khurram just watched it happening. He peered into her green eyes that were glazed with a fog of tears. He couldn't help but groan with the pleasure that her sloppy pussy was providing.

Then!

The moment she thought her orgasm would hit, she felt herself being removed. Then she was kneeling with the mad man standing with his pussy liquid coated cock thrusting to her mouth. 

"Lift your hands, Tanvi", she had to. When she lifted, he held both her hands by wrists in one of his hands. Holding it as high as it would go, he pulled her head with his other hand....

The stench!

Their combined carnal fluids...right in front of her!

"Open your fucking mouth, slut", he barked.

Tanvi's mouth parted, her lips stretched and the next second, his cock, glistening with her own pussy juice, entered inside her mouth...once again. 

She was frustrated, angered and moreover about to cry as her orgasm was stopped yet another time. Worst was, this time, her pussy was at the very brink of releasing what it was holding up all this time. Her thighs squeezed against each other pressing her pussy from both ends to contain the pressure and to maintain the momentum...she wanted it, at any cost.

However, Khurram was hellbound to get his pleasure. Nothing else mattered. The woman, whom he wanted fuck, was already his. 

The young mother whose chastity he tore apart was below him, taking his cock like a whore, exactly what he wanted to happen. He pushed his cock in and out of her mouth and throat...she gagged...saliva came out like torrents...yet, he continued. She whimpered and cried with all her voices to stop...but the onslaught in her oral crevice never ceased...

"Mmmgnnngh-aaaah", she choked and tried to scream at him for a brief moment. He pulled his cock out of her completely, and paused to look down. 

A long transparent thread of her saliva connected between his cock and her mouth...she looked at the obscene view and before she could cry to stop, he pulled her back, re-introducing his cock into her mouth...this time, Khurram made an additional shove...a hard one...there were few inches to be gulped...and with this shove, it blasted into her throats final gate...deep...to his root!

He held her in that position for a moment as he took account.

Tanvi's nose and face were plastered against his pubic bone. Every centimeter of his gargantuan cock was lodged inside her oral cavity.

She choked!

She gagged!

She fought to get away!

Nothing happened. Khurram held her in place.

"Breathe with your nose, bitch. Should I teach you this again?", he grunted.

Tanvi thought she was about to die. The air inside her chest had disappeared much earlier. She was taking small amounts of air and exhaling as little between his push and pull. 

But this!

She couldn't open her eyes, her brain went into darkness. She couldn’t breathe.

Then!

"ARRRGGGGGHHH!", she heard a loud roar as she felt her mouth and nose becoming free. Her lungs tried it's best to intake as much air it could.

"FUCCCCKK!", another roar. And, Tanvi blinked open her eyes.

Blast!

First one!

The force of his first torrent hit her like jackhammer!

He pumped and the long, white and thick cum sprayed out of his pee-slit and landed all over her face, from forehead to nose, to her open mouth, till it receded to her chin.

A second one!

This time, he brought her head closer, her mouth...and the heavy spray filled inside her mouth, she had to gulp it inside as she knew the next blasts would be delivered without any break.

And it did!

Khurram held her in his hard clutch, pumped every twitch of his semen torrents into her mouth...at multiple times, she felt the hot liquid coating her open neck and breasts. She couldn't feel anything other than his eruption.

For a time that she felt like forever, the odd couple stayed in that position. Till he finished his expulsion.

Once done, he released her hands and she fell down to the floor. Tanvi gasped for breaths, she was crying, literally crying because the degrading action pushed her mind and body to reach another level of ecstasy. It was her pussy that remained alive...it was still unattended.


Then!

Both Tanvi and Khurram froze!!

"Khurramji, is that you in the Gym", both of them almost jumped when they heard the voice calling out.

It was Mehta!

"Khurramji, you there?", again. It seemed like Mehta was downstairs and was about to climb up to the Gym.

"Quick, take your dress and go inside the Sauna", Khurram pulled her up and asked her to take action and he moved as well to wear his boxer.

Tanvi, whose brain was still figuring it out, in reflex, took her discarded clothes and ran inside the Sauna. She closed the door and cursed the Complex management for not keeping a lock on it. She quickly pulled her top and skirt back on her. 

Panty and bra was still in the Gym - right where she removed it - on floor - where Khurram was about to meet Mehta!

"So, you are here? Were you too busy to hear me calling Khurramji?", Mehta was now inside the Gym, hardly few feet away from where Tanvi was hiding.

"Ah, sorry, I was busy here", Khurram replied without showing any emotion in his tone.

"It smells like sex. You bastard!", Mehta laughed.

"Maybe"

"Really? Was there anyone here? Really?", Mehta couldn't stop his excitement as he looked at the abandoned bra and panty.

"Maybe yes", Khurram laughed.

"Who? Who? Sharda?", Mehta wasn't stopping.

Khurram didn't reply and Tanvi stayed without a noise, scared of the exchange.

"Tell me na, you old bastard. Who was it? Tanvi?", Mehta's voice had a sudden thrill in it.

"Maybe", Khurram laughed loudly.

"Fuck! Really? Tanvi? No, no way I would buy it. Possibly Sharda", Mehta continued.

"Why not Tanvi? You think I couldn’t get her here?"

"No...no, it's not that you couldn't. But, would she allow it? Oh...Common...Khurram Sahib, let this old man also have a bit of enjoyment", Mehta wasn’t stopping.

Tanvi's body started shivering with fear.

"Why wasn't Khurramji not sending him away? At least then I could go back and finish it", she winced and cursed at the dirty thought.

"Well, I can't tell you who was here Mehtaji. It's for you to find out. All I can say is, I am thoroughly satisfied by the service I just received", Khurram chuckled.

Tanvi cursed again. "Satisfied? Is that it?"

"Ah, right. You are satisfied...what about me then?"

"You have to be patient my friend. Patience will get you everything. Look at me, I was patient enough and I got the reward, see?" Khurram laughed again and pointed at Tanvi's bra and panty lying on the floor between them.

Tanvi grimaced at the vile old man's words. It was true to the core. His patience found it's fruit. She was his slut now...she just wanted his tool to satisfy her needs...that's all it mattered to her. 

"Okay, in that case, I will be patiently waiting, Khuramji. Please don't disappoint me", Mehta replied but continued his questioning. 

"But, did she leave already? Whoever it was...I am sure that I heard some noises from here when I was climbing up. Is she in the Sauna? Hiding from me?", Mehta guffawed and walked towards the Sauna.

Khurram coughed. It was an indicator.

Tanvi, without blinking, ran to the other door of the Sauna and stepped outside. 

"Shit! She was here all this time!!", she heard Mehta's disappointed voice from the Sauna as she ran to her home. Nothing mattered, she couldn't get caught.

"Shit. Shit", she grunted as she walked briskly from the Gym building to her home.

Once she entered her house and closed the door, she breathed. She felt sweat on her face and wiped with the tee-shit arm. Her eyes bulged when she saw what it came back with. 

Khurram's semen was spread on her tee-shirt hand and then she took a count.


"Ding Dong!"

"Who the hell could it be, now?", she cursed and opened to find an amused looking Sharda outside.

"Madamji, you alright? Worked out too much at the Gym? You are sweating all over", her maid said by looking all over at a frozen looking woman.

"Yes, a bit", somehow Tanvi found some words.

"Can I make you a good tea, Madam?", Sharda came closer. "You smell a little bad also, not usual".

Tanvi sprang backwards a bit allowing her maid to walk inside. She knew what the smell was. 

"I will take a shower, Sharda, make taht tea and something to eat also", Tanvi walked into a sprint to reach inside her bedroom and once closed, she noticed her mobile phone buzzing, it was on her bed, left as it was earlier.


It was a message from Khurram:

"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"

She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.

"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"

Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...

"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repurcussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.

She sat on her bed...lost...

[Aavesh9]

Hi everyone,

Hope all of you had a good break and back. If you could add few tuppence of your kind words of appreciation or criticism, please do. Feels really odd that the writer YLTS took this much effort to bring such imagination to readable form and I am posting like drawing a line in water that flows to one direction only...and disappearing into nothingness...

Try and be generous.

Have a great week! Enjoy reading...

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-81:



Tanvi read the message from Khurram:


"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"

She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.

"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"

Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...

"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repercussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.

She sat on her bed...lost...

Tanvi read and re-read the message a few times before she went to take her much needed shower. 

It perplexed her to an immense level that she felt both excited and afraid of what the old man planned for that night. As she stood under the warm shower water, she wasn't sure how it was possible for an evil man like Khurram to make her feel so comfortable with the wildest sex she ever had in her life. One thing she found out and was clear to her since the last few days. 

"Khurram was built to dominate women". "But, why am I reacting so badly...so desperate for him to take me like this?"...no answer. "Why am I falling so hard for this vile man?"...no answer. "He destroyed me...I...I just allowed it all to happen...all by myself, why?", her body trembled at all the 'WHY's?" that had no answers.

She knew what sort of a man Khurram was and what he intended to do with her yet, she missed to notice how her body, especially her nipples hardened in the warm water at the diminutive thought of him.

Tanvi wanted a way out. She knew that clearly. But again, despite her future showing a bleak question mark, she felt the need to please him, like a slut and the bitch he termed her to be. She bit her lips thinking how her pussy jolted each time when he called her 'slut' and slapped her like an animal with 'bitch' following that searing pain. She was lost on how to stop herself from falling deeper into his web. 

As she lathered soap over her soft skin, the most worrying thought she held was how she would resist him that night, what he was to do with her. Tanvi wondered how ridiculous it was that her pussy started to twitch automatically when she thought of the night's possibilities. Her eyes clamped with shame while the images of her squirting and peeing to the world came in. "How could he do it to her?..."Why didn't I run away then?"

"Get ready for dinner tonight. I will make all your dirty wishes come true. Make sure to wear the gym pants from yesterday and a kurta, I don't want to see anything else inside. Be ready by 8pm". The words from his SMS message echoed inside of her closed eyes.

As she whispered the message few times unknowingly her pussy watered with vengeance and shame. She knew everything that happened in the last few days and what was happening was madness and her life as she knew was already gone, destroyed by the mad old man. 

Yet, she didn't feel the remorse that she was supposed to feel. A tinge of regret was she was cheating on her marriage, but the fact that her husband did that to her already and leaving her in such a situation made her feel some sort of consolation. 

But again, by thinking about Sanjoth with the two elderly women with him created an euphoric grudge in her heart.

She thought of calling Sylvie, and decided otherwise, there wasn't anything her dear friend could help her with. 

She thought of Hansa, and their last discussion. Tanvi wondered what Hansa had in mind to help her, but the very same moment Tanvi dismissed it because a voice deep inside her head clearly shouted that her life was already done for...no chance left for retribution or getting helped with. 

As all these thoughts crowded her head, the expectation of what Khurram said in his message took upper hand and she moved to freshen up, to prepare herself for their third night...together...

Tanvi chuckled at the thought...she was considering them, her and Khurram as a couple already. Long gone was the diminutive outlook about him of being her molester...she looked forward to their night out.

"You ready?", Khurram's heavy voice made her jump from the Kitchen where she was making coffee.

"Ji...coming", Tanvi replied with a giggle and an enthusiasm she never felt before as she almost rushed to open the grille and door.

"You aren't dressed!"

"Just five minutes, Khurramji. I will come", she replied and ran inside her bedroom. As she pulled her housegown out, she froze. Khurram was inside the bedroom and was watching her undress.

"Go on, don't be shy", he growled.

Tanvi stood naked and slowly, with embarrassment, wore the same black legging that was torn at her crotch. She had in mind to ask why he asked to wear it but wearing the torn legging outside of her home was unimaginably embarrassing. But she did as asked of her as Khurram left her alone.

She had kept one panty, it was a greyish white one that was shorter than her normal panties, she had it for long time but never wore it than few time because the material was too elastic and within minutes, it would creep up into her butt-crevice and made her uncomfortable like she was naked inside. So she always avoided it. But then, tonight was different, she was going out with Khurram and he specifically asked to wear the torn legging, so she knew well what his intentions were. 

The moment she pulled it to her hips, she felt the nakedness. Her pussy creamed spontaneously. Then she took the Kurta from the cupboard and wore it, no bra...that was what he asked for.

"Why do you have that panty? I don't want you to wear anything inside, didn't you read what I sent earlier?", Khurram's voice rose high, making her nervous and scared.

"Khurramji, please, I am wearing the legging as you asked, but please, allow me to have this panty at least, please"

"Hmm...okay...but you know that punishment awaits when you don't listen to my words, yes?", his answer and question was too much for her to digest. 

She kept quiet as she also knew even if she didn't listen, he would do something bad, that was for sure. She was ready to meet the punishment.

"Not this one. Get that green one", Khurram pointed at a light green Kurta hanging in her wardrobe.

Tanvi dreaded while picking the Kurta that he was pointing at. The material was too light, in fact flimsy and very transparent. She had avoided wearing it since she found out how the bra was visible while wearing it. It was a gift from her Grandmother long before her marriage with Sanjoth, and suddenly she recalled how slutty she would look while wearing it without a bra...more like she was exposing rather than concealing.

"Nice", Khurram muttered with appreciation when he saw how her breasts showed outside through the light green Kurta.

Tanvi's face turned red and then she realized it. The hem of the Kurta reached only till her ass, actually just above her mid-ass. It didn't cover her back at all, meaning, if someone took a good look at her bottom, it was a clear view of the vertically torn crotch of the legging she wore. Just by guessing how it would be while sitting somewhere made her heart leap out of her rib cage.

"Khurramji, can I change to something else? This is too small", she tried to hide the fact of her bottom going exposed.

"No. Let's go. We're already late", Khurram replied curly and walked out in front.

Tanvi had no option other than following him. Despite her discomfort and embarrassment, she felt wetness creeping her pussy and cold air grazing her clean shaved hidden areas. 

But the expectant thrill of unknown night enthralled and consumed her with lust. More than everything, she just wanted to cream...it was the wish of her pussy. She locked the door, grille and walked out. 

Once at the long parking space outside her home, she saw an auto waiting for them. Khurram went in, and as it was already past 8pm, it was dark and helped Tanvi to cover her almost exposed groin as she climbed into it. It ran for twenty minutes till they reached the nearest railway station. She squirmed when she felt the elastic material of her panty creeping between her ass-cheeks. 

"Why here, Khurramji?", Tanvi was curious, flustered, and embarrassed by her dressing situation.

They were at a railway station, a bit far from their Complex.

"Keep quiet, and follow me, got it?", he growled back.

She went mute and followed the large man as he took the tickets and went into the platform. 

There weren't many people but she was too conscious of walking briskly but had to try severely hard to keep up with him. Each step she took, she felt the cold air grazing her almost exposed bottom. 

Tanvi noticed many lecherous glances at her bouncing breasts as the thin apparel did it's part very well...semi-exposing her frame in a very sleazy manner. Men and women alike looked at the young mother who was uncharacteristically vulgar to normal standards. She clearly felt the grit of the station floor through her thin soles, a layer of soot and spit that seemed to coat everything. As she followed the broad, unyielding back of Khurram, the sensory assault of the "real world" crushed her spirit.

Everywhere she looked, life was raw and filthy. She saw worker men and women with cracked, obsidian-colored heels sleeping on thin plastic mats, their faces grey with the dust of construction sites. She saw domestic maids huddled over steel tiffins, their saris darkened by grease and the humidity of small kitchens. This was the engine of the city, and it smelled of old tobacco, damp earth, and desperation.

"Arre, peeche hato! Jagah banao, chadhne do sabko!" (You, move back! Make space, let everyone get on!) a voice bellowed from a nearby platform, a desperate, angry sound that made Tanvi flinch and curse herself for bring there.

She was acutely aware of the spectacle she was creating. 

Between the sea of dirty and filthy browns and greys, her light green kurta stood apart. Under the harsh, buzzing sodium lights, the thin fabric became a transparent sleaze to the low-lass lecherous eyes like a feast. 

Her suffocation intensified with every passing moment as she was standing without a bra inside, and that created a gentle bounce to her freely oscillating breasts with each step she took forward, accompanying the large, brown old man in front of her. That sway of her womanly possessions were visible to every dirty eye on the platform. 

She felt the heavy, lingering stares of laborers who stopped mid-sentence, their mouths slightly agape. They weren't just looking; they were dissecting her, their eyes tracing the curve of her breasts and the high, dangerous slit of the crotch-cut black leggings. 

Tanvi tried her left best to squeeze her legs, especially her thighs together to stop the torn exposure from becoming an absolute embarrassing and shameful reality.

The overhead speakers crackled, a distorted, ghostly woman’s voice echoing through the high iron rafters. "Kripya dhyan dein... chalkar... jaane wali... gaadi ek sou barah..." (May I have your attention please... coming from... going to... train one hundred and twelve...)

Tanvi felt like her body was exposed to a sandstorm of filth. Every time the wind blew, the hem of her short kurta fluttered a little, and she felt the terrifying, cool graze of the wind against her bare, hairless mound and the sensitive, swollen lips of her sex. She tried to pull the fabric down, to hide the long tear in her leggings, but Khurram gave her an admonishing look that she pulled her hands away in response. 

When the train finally roared into the station like a screeching metal beast, Khurram shoved her into the open doorway of a general compartment, plunging her into the heart of the congestion.

Khurram led her toward the rusted iron beast that groaned to a halt. 

The surge was predatory. Before the train even stopped, the "human tsunami" began...bodies leaping out while a counter-wave of commuters tried to wedge themselves in.

"Chalo, chalo, chalo! Andar ghuso! Arre bhai, thoda dhakka kam maaro!" (Go, go, go! Get inside! Hey brother, push a little less!)

Tanvi was swept up in the tide of sweaty, filthy and uncouth humans. The physical pressure was suffocating. She felt the rough texture of gunny bags and the damp heat of strange shoulders pinning her until she was spat out into the stifling interior of the General Compartment. 

It was a cage of stagnant air and low-frequency vibration.

Khurram muscled a path toward a side window, finding a microscopic gap.

Directly in front of Tanvi, an old, a very old woman sat like crumpled herself on a single wooden seat, her face a map of deep-etched wrinkles, staring vacantly at the grime-streaked glass.

Khurram stood to Tanvi’s right, a silent, impassive wall. Khurram tactfully maneuvered her toward a side window, pinning her body against the sweaty bodies around them.

Inside the local cabin, it was a nightmare of human proximity that welcomed the young mother. It was packed to the core, a solid mass of sweating, exhausted humanity where personal space was a forgotten concept.
 
The stench of filthy sweat was very musky and thick around where they both walked into. 

Tanvi was pushed through the crowd, her perfume instantly drowned out by the pungent, acidic odour of laborers who had spent hours in the sun toiling themselves to get a few rupees to feed themselves and others waiting at their respective homes.

As the train lurched forward with a bone-jarring metallic shriek, Tanvi’s balance failed. She was forced to reach up, grasping the overhead hanging rails with both hands. 

The movement was a betrayal. As her arms stretched, the short green kurta rode high, bunching at her waist. 

She felt the humid, moving air of the compartment directly on the bare skin of her lower back and hips. 

The leggings offered no protection; the slit at her crotch was pulled taut, exposing her to the draft and the unblinking, murderous gazes of the men pressed around her. Not to any extremes but enough for her face to turn red with shame.

The people around her tightened itself. 

A domestic maid or possibly a construction worker, in her late fifties, her hair oily and skin slick with the day’s grime, squeezed into the space behind her. The woman’s sweaty, heavy heat pressed directly against Tanvi’s exposed lower torso, the friction unavoidable.

"Thoda sarakiye na, Madamji... jagah kahan hai," (Move a bit, Madam... where is the space,) the woman grumbled, leaning her full weight against Tanvi.

"Haan, Maa? Bas nikal gaya hoon. Thoda gardi hai, par pahunch jaoonga," (Yes, Man? Just left. It’s a bit crowded, but I’ll reach,) a man muttered into his phone nearby, his elbow digging into Tanvi’s ribs.

Then, the ticket collector began his brutal trek through the human gridlock. 

As he forced his way past, Tanvi felt a large, heavy hand slide over her rear. It wasn't a brush; it was a firm, suffocating grip that lingered, asserting dominance in the crush.

She gasped, her knuckles turning white on the rail, her face burning with a shame that felt like it would swallow her whole. Surrounded by the weary silence of the workforce and the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels, she was completely realizing her situation as a silent prisoner of the night.

"Ticket dikhaiye! Arre bhai, bina ticket ke kahan ghuse ja rahe ho?" (Show your ticket! Hey brother, where are you going without a ticket?). The ticket collector’s voice cut through the haze, but the man he was addressing was unable to look away from Tanvi’s swaying hips.

She was losing her balance, she knew it. But if she lifted her hands above to hold, it would lift her top way above her ass or even expose her skin. She was mortified at the thought and the stench of sweat increased to a suffocating point.

To her right, Khurram’s heavy, solid frame acted as a wall and to her left, and to her left an old man stood looking away from her with his back to her. 

Directly behind her, the older worker woman or maid in a half-torn saree was grunting and cursing under her breath about the "filthy, crowded city," her heavy bosom pressing into Tanvi’s back, not by force but unable to move anywhere else in that crowd.

Tanvi had to struggle hard to get a clean intake of air. She saw Khurram standing tall between the heavily packed crowd and finally stopping ahead as he couldn't move further. She was forced to squeeze between the strange people and somehow reached next to the large brown and bald old man who towered among the rest.

"Hold it properly", he said by nodding at the handle that was hung above her head. 

Tanvi was mortified. 

All this while, she was just keeping a half-way up stance to stop her ungraceful exposure. Now, if she listened to him, she would need to lift her hand in full, and her Kurta would go up with it and allow her lower body to be almost clotheless. 

She had to deliberate many times before lifting her hand. And, once she caught one of the free handles, she grunted, she couldn't balance, she had to use both hands as the train movement was seriously heavy. 

Finally, she resigned to use both her hands, held high up above her head, to hold one handle that was free. 

She was forced to reach up and grab the overhead rail to maintain her balance as the train lurched forward, the movement stretching her kurta even higher. Her arms were raised, her chest thrust forward made even more prominent by the absence of a bra, the thin fabric of the kurta doing nothing to hide the hard, pebbled state of her nipples. She was a statue of forced vulnerability. 

Khurram looked down at her and gave his usual wicked grin. He saw how much her Kurta was lifted, it was above her waist where the leggings waistband was and a portion of her fair naval was exposed. The stretch made her both breasts lift up and her hardened nipples thrusted like two canyons. 

Yet, his eyes trailed down, between her clutched thighs, and he chuckled inside thinking of how much the young woman was struggling to stop the forced exposure. She was facing him and her face was at his chest, almost touching, as he felt her heated breath on his skin.

The train moved in a slow pace as it was a local train that would stop at every station ahead. Tanvi gasped with relief when she noticed everyone around were busy with their own set of life-problems. She could still feel the eyes of the men around her, their gazes dropping to her legs, feet and then back to her hands, and face and gawking at her pale, yellowish skin that shimmered in the flickering overhead lights. 

But that relief was half-lived!

Train was coming to a stop to the upcoming station.

"Move, move aside", she heard people rushing to exit as the train reached the next station. 

Push, knead, pull, she felt all of it, even someone squeezed her ass-cheek for a brief moment and she couldn't do anything but freeze and try to control any noises from escaping. Her pussy was already soaked and wet with the dirty physical closeness with strangers, that too low-level workers were a bit too much for her to digest.

"Hold the handle properly, there will be more people getting in from this station", Khurram grunted to her ears.

Tanvi clutched the handle harder, and saw the incoming rush. More workers, more sweat, more filthy. She had to turn a bit towards the side-window from where the cold air was coming in. 

Now she stood sideways to Khurram, facing the window and her back to the people behind her. 

She felt a push from the back when a suffocating number of people entered into their cabin. 

She had to balance on her feet but as she got squeezed further, she had to lift herself on her toes to gain a bit of balance. She looked at the old woman in front as her thighs pressed against that annoyed looking woman. That woman just looked away to outside ignoring Tanvi completely.

Then!

"Wha...!", a shocked sound of considerable alarm came from her and she jolted up with her butt-cheeks squeezing in response, at once!

A finger!

A human finger grazed along her crack...and left her free immediately. 

Right over the elastic panty. 

Right where her pussy was. 

A shiver and shock started at her vertebrae. Then titled her head to look up at Khurram, who had a smug look on his face.

Tanvi wasn't able to make up her mind, whether to question the man behind her or to press forward to the annoyed kid.

Then!

She felt it again!

But this time, the finger didn't just graze. It's pointed edge pressed between her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, right at where her pussy-hole was, and it thrust, hard and forced her to jump and lift upwards. Within the next excruciatingly slow seconds, that finger, using it's power, trailed a slow, and long graze from her pussy, through her asshole and went up to her legging waistband.

All of it happened within a few agonizingly slow seconds!

A gasp of relief came out of her lungs!

That human finger was gone, once again leaving her at an edge of shocked embarrassment, suffocation and anger.

Tanvi spun her head behind to check who did that to her and found the worker man and women facing opposite her in the rush and from their demeanour, they had no idea what was happening. But, her brain pushed her to check below, to make sure the same finger wouldn't invade again...but in fact, she wanted to check if any of the filthy worker had his hand behind. She couldn't find any, in fact, the couple had their working tools and bag carried in their hands.

A low chuckle made to lift her eyes to Khurram who was way too close and her face turned beet red immediately. 

Khurram was smelling his middle-finger while looking down with his venomous smirk.

It was Khurram!

While she stood frozen with her eyes locked on the old man, she saw the same hand with outstretched middle-finger doing down.

"Ouuuff", she had bit her lips hard to contain her gasp and her eyes closed automatically at the sinful pleasure that her pussy received. His finger had dug straight into her pussy crevice where the stretched and soaked panty stood as a final layer of protection. She had to stretch on her toes to stop the pressure of his invading finger.

"Please...st..stop", she hissed at him with pleading eyes. The pressure of his finger at her pussy was so extreme that she had to lean further to the old woman and heard her complaining grumble again.

Khurram just remained stationary with the same smug look. But, his finger was digging into her slowly. Aiding him to what he was doing were the oscillations of the moving train. It made his finger thrust in further, making her elastic panty to go inside her soaked hole, making it fill with it's dirty liquid.

"Stooop-pleease", Tanvi's body was in an obscene arch as she tilted her head to Khurram as she whimpered to stop. 

His grin grew bigger and to her horror, she saw his other hand leaving the handle and going down. Even before she could guess what he was about to do, she felt her legging crack getting opened. She had nothing left than squeezing her butt-cheeks hard to each other to stop his finger from advancing further. 

But it did!

Using his free hand, Khurram pulled the crack of her legging wide open, exposing half of her ass-cheeks from both sides and his finger thrust hard...this time...really forcing her panty to dip into her pussy hole.

Tanvi tilted her head further sideways to plead him to stop. 

As she did, her pony hair twirled to the back of the worker woman's neck. 

The woman-maid turned her head with an annoyed look and found the beautiful rich-looking woman's eyes.

Tanvi saw her reaction, the woman was surprised, genuine surprise to see an upper class looking lady standing next to her in a local cabin. The woman's eyes moved from Tanvi to Khurram and then back to Tanvi.

Then!

As the maid-woman watched them from Tanvi's backside, Khurram pulled the finger from her pussy and slowly dragged up, to his face, and slurped it inside his mouth along with a satisfied lust filled look, at Tanvi's pleading and frightened face.

Through the corner of her eyes, Tanvi saw the woman watching both with shock and as Khurram slurped and moved his finger back to her bottom, she saw the woman watching his actions with a sort of curiosity. 

Tanvi felt a tug at her ass. "No...pleeese...stopp", she whispered again. 

Khurram got her elastic panty pulled to one side, freeing her sex totally exposed. 

Her ass-cheeks jerked and squeezed harder, but the damage was done. 

Both her buttocks were now half exposed to the woman who was watching the old man's actions. 

Tanvi saw a creepy smile spreading on the woman's mouth and noticed her eyes locking with hers with a statement..."What a slut you are". 

Tanvi's body jolted hard and her toes pushed to it's limit when Khurram's middle finger spread her tightly squeezed ass-cheeks apart and dug into her pussy, again. And, this time, his finger went straight against her pussy...the force of his actions making her think that all his knuckles inside...but, then he paused.

Allowing her a few moments to relax against his finger. But the fact that his other hand kept her panty like a thong to one side, making her ass exposed, with an unknown strange low-class cheap-maid-woman watching her, made it impossible for her pussy from gushing.

"Ple...eese...Khu...rraamjii...pleeggss", her voice broke as her eyes filled with tears while trying hard to stop her hips from bucking at the invader's advances inside her hole.

The maid-worker turned herself a bit sideways, which made the man next to her grumble. She wanted a better look at what was happening to the fair and potentially an upper-class woman. 

The dirty maid's smile was enough for Tanvi to close her eyes with shame. But, she failed to control her body. Her hips bolted and it made her thighs press forceful on the kid's shoulder. 

"Don't push", the old woman sitting in front of her made a noise of protest.

Tanvi mumbled her apology but couldn’t shake the finger out. Khurram's finger was now passing through the length of her pussy lips through her panty with the help of the lubrication of her dirty juices and each outward pull made her pussy liquid to churn outside making her inner thighs smother with that liquid. 

The woman behind watched it with rapt attention and her knowing smile was more than enough for Tanvi to realize how her body was betraying her. 

She heard a slight 'sloshing' sound from her bottom. An unmistakable one. Her pussy's response!

Tanvi had to fight with every ounce of willpower to stop from screaming out. Cursing Khurram to stop but the situation was so crazed up that she couldn’t move a limb. 

Tanvi's head remained tilted to sideways looking at the sex-crazed monster and an awe-stuck worker woman. 

Then she saw the woman turning towards her. She saw an older man, a cheap-looking, stench-filled one, possibly her husband angrily asking her to stop moving as he couldn't move at all in the squeezed crowd. 

Tanvi heard the woman giving that man some excuse and finally she saw her facing her back...standing left to Khurram. Her eyes clamped shut with extreme shame by imagining the view she was projecting. But the finger inside her stopped every rational thought her head brought forth.

"Open her", Tanvi heard the woman clearly.

The low-class woman was asking Khurram to do something, but in her arched stance, Tanvi couldn't turn back further than she was already doing. 

Her eyes widened with horror as she felt the long finger slowly being removed from her overflowing sex hole. She was helpless and with the worker woman now behind her, Tanvi sensed something really bad could happen and she prayed to all her Gods to get the nightmare to end.

But, none of her Gods heard her. 

"Open it...open her", she heard the low-class woman asking Khurram in a hushed voice and also saw her husband turning his face to his wife and to Tanvi's favor, he grunted and looked back to turn away. But, the next thing that happened shook her to core.

Khurram, using both his hands, pulled her ass-cheeks apart, opening her nether holes to be exposed to the worker woman. 

Tanvi saw the visible surprise in the woman's eyes. As he spread her, it made her lower back to arch further that forced her buttocks to splay open obscenely, in the most vulgar manner. 

Khurram held her ass open for a few seconds, letting the cold air graze her rectal ring and pussy like a storm helping the tornado.

"Hmmmnnfff", Tanvi bit her lips harder this time when Khurram pulled her ass-cheeks to spread as wide as they could go. 

That one action made her dirtiest hole to expand in it's most vulgarity and her pussy hole to elongate and widen it's wet slit to expose the pink inside walls.

Tanvi's horror filled eyes saw the shock in the worker woman's eyes as she never in her life saw a cunt that was so reddish pink colored and a wicked smirk appeared. 

Tanvi dreaded the way the woman looked at her exposed sex and then her eyes. 

The message was clear!

His message to the worker-maid was clear as hell!!

"Do it!", Khurram grunted at the woman in a low growl that was heard as a protest against the pushing crowd.

The brutal horror of her exposure left her raw and reeling, a gut-wrenching shame.

Tanvi's head and heart burned into a chilling horror of absolute shame as she stood powerless before the staring eyes of the dirty-lowclass-maid-woman from behind and at the mercy of the wicked old man!

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Enjoy reading...share your kind comments and thoughts (pls)

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Enjoy reading...share your kind comments and thoughts (pls)

YLTS... Don't think we are enough to comment on his creation. So so far so good, expecting update further soon.

Problem I see why there's less interaction for the post now is the gap we had in the story detached people from the old plot. Recap before restarting would have helped people to recollect what they read earlier. 

When you check most of the stories where readers comment more, they story plot would have end in a cliffhanger, or no regular updates or unnecessary comments provoking one another.

As an improvement i would suggest including AI generated images instead of this Japanese sex video screenshot. Till now there's no image of Tanvi even a decent one. Use AI generated or Anime series screenshot or gif to boost the story impact

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Best work

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Tanvi's night adventure is back again boys! And Welcome back Aavesh!!

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YLTS... Don't think we are enough to comment on his creation. So so far so good, expecting update further soon.

Problem I see why there's less interaction for the post now is the gap we had in the story detached people from the old plot. Recap before restarting would have helped people to recollect what they read earlier. 

When you check most of the stories where readers comment more, they story plot would have end in a cliffhanger, or no regular updates or unnecessary comments provoking one another.

As an improvement i would suggest including AI generated images instead of this Japanese sex video screenshot. Till now there's no image of Tanvi even a decent one. Use AI generated or Anime series screenshot or gif to boost the story impact

Bro, thank you for sharing your thoughts. Indeed, a welcome change to this blog as you correctly pointed the reasoning behind it.

Appreciate recommending the use of AI toosls, and I shall leave it with the reader's imaginations and skills to see something in return to the effort of YLTS. I believe there used to be a time when most of us had to gruel our own set of imaginations about the charecters, face, features, scenes and places a long time back when such stories surfaced (used to feel great with that).

I am inviting readers to feel free and share their own imaginative skills to be added here, if one feel to do so.

Have a great day Sir! Looking forward to hear from you more...

[Aavesh9]

Best work

So happy to see this feedback, Sir.
Thank you soo much and really appreciated (as it goes to YLTS, the author).

[Aavesh9]

Tanvi's night adventure is back again boys! And Welcome back Aavesh!!

I am expecting an awesome continuation to happen to the upcoming scene, Sir. Shall try to post it later today (tied up with work)

[Aavesh9]

Chapter-82:


Khurram held Tanvi's hindside split for a few seconds, and it made the cold air of the night to graze both her dirtiest pore and womanly hole like a storm helping the tornado.

Tanvi's bitten lips forced a helpless whimper as the force of the despicable old man pulled her rump-cheeks to spread as much as her soft muscles could stretch. That one action made her nether-hole to widen to it's most vulgar expansion and with that she felt her torn-chastity hole to elongate it's lips as well to expose the glimmering pink tone of her insides.

With increased horror, she saw the shock in the maid-woman's eyes and it was a firm note she read from those - the low-class maid never saw a pussy that was so reddish pink toned as her wicked smirk conveyed that very message to Tanvi.

Tanvi dreaded the way the woman looked at her exposed sex and then her eyes. 

The message was clear!

Khurram's message to the worker-maid was clear as hell!!

"Do it!", Khurram grunted at the woman in a low growl that was heard as a protest against the pushing crowd.

The brutal horror of her exposure left her raw and reeling, a gut-wrenching shame.

Tanvi's head and heart burned into a chilling horror of absolute shame as she stood powerless before the staring eyes of the dirty-lowclass-maid-woman from behind and at the mercy of the wicked old man!

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"Why the hell is not the next station arriving, Oh-God!", Tanvi prayed desperately and when she saw the woman freeing one of her hands, she started shaking her head ik a silent voice begging her not to.

"Mmm...fff", Tanvi had to use the last of her energy to remain in her arch. She had to ensure the old woman in front didn't complain again. 

She also had to make sure the people around her didn't notice what was happening to her.

She had to stop...THEM!

The low-class worker maid had two of her fingers inside her creaming pussy!!

With Khurram keeping her ass spread to it's widest angle, the dirty and smelling maid was easily able to slide in and out of her pussy without anything to stop her actions.

Tanvi's hips jerked hard and with hostility to the maid-woman's fingers, her head shook with teary eyes silently begging both Khurram and the woman to stop, while her body and brain tried to remain as static as it could. She heard her voice cursing inside her head, for trusting the villainous old man, for humping back against the finger-fucking her pussy received, and finally on herself...for even giving Khurram a chance to treat her for that dinner!

Whatsoever thoughts she underwent, she was completely aware that an orgasm the magnitude of a bullet-train was arriving. 

For the whole day, Khurram rejected her, she was so close to having it many times for 'that' release and was thrown off...not once...so many times! With that fact bothering her torn mind, she felt the most familiar itch gaining it's momentum inside the depths of her pussy. It was time!

Tanvi's eyes closed slowly. Khurram noticed it immediately. Her hips jerked softly, as her body knew it's readiness. As the blissful moment paced to reached it's peak, Tanvi's head drifted away from where she was, whom she was with, and what could be the outcome when it happened! 

She bit her lips harder again to muffle the screams, her pussy walls clamped to grip against the two dirty fingers of the maid-woman, and her lower back turned up to yet another angle of arch! She sensed her entire lower belly and bowel burning up that intensified the swell of the liquid that was building to a burst!

"Uuummmnnfff...Nnngg...nnoo", a harsh and frustrated protesting whimper came from her as her eyes opened and hips stopped it's hard jerks. 

The mammoth wave that built inside her went cold within a fraction of a second. She had to shake her head a few times to clear her fogged eyes before tilting back to the man and woman who was pleasuring her to hell.

Then she noticed it. The train was coming to a stop. It was slowing down and people were pushing everyone to exit. Once again, grumbles, angry shouts, kneading, stinking sweat odour...all went up another notch but the people behind her remained where they were. 

The old maid had her fingers still inside of her, but Khurram had relaxed his grip as he had to use his left hand to hold the handle and his right hand remained on her right ass-meat, not spreading it to make it obvious. People were moving out as the train came to a stop.

"You liked it, didn’t you, Tanvi?", Khurram grunted to her ear and as she took a glance behind, she saw him exchanging a nod at the low-class woman who returned a vile smile back to him. 

Tanvi couldn't figure out their message but she was sure it was not going in her favor and felt the woman's fingers twirling inside her slick hole. 

She heard the now familiar tussle from outside the cabin. "More people", she thought of it as good and bad. Good that she had cover of the obscenities she was engaged with, and bad that she could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. 

She stood back on her feet, and took a few long breaths and gasps to bring some sanity into her head. The fingers inside her pussy was creating squishy noises...mild...but it was audible and increased her shame to an unfathomable level.

But then, the cabin started to fill up. Within no time, she got squeezed once again into the viscous crowd. However, this time something worse was in store for the helpless young mother. 

To the left of her, a very feeble man came and stood, he wasn’t young but not too old either. He had a tool bag on his shoulder and with his free hand, he searched for a handle and the only one available was hers. The man silently apologised to Tanvi as he squeezed his bony fingers next to hers. The moment she felt him, both her hands withdrew as her shoulders were killing her. But it hardly lasted for a minute. 

The train inched to move forward. It's heavy movements offered nothing but the only option to catch hold of the same handle where the man was holding on to.

With an audible grunt of discomfort, Tanvi used her right hand to hold it. She deliberately kept her left hand free to stop the woman from doing anything further, also she made a point to pinch or hit Khurram if he repeated the previous actions. 

She was ready to stop both of them!

Train slowly changed it's pace. People who were congested inside the cabin moved along with it, with grunts, murder and of course with frustration. Four humans stood close to each other with three of them in their respective space readying to respond.

Tanvi felt the woman's fingers dragging out of her smothered pussy but not entirely, she pulled till the tips remained inside the young woman and paused.

Just as Tanvi expected, the familiar large hands of Khurram reached behind her and took hold of her ass-cheeks. She heard an approving grunt from the woman behind and the next moment, she felt her soft meat being pulled apart, again. 

She was just waiting for it. Her free, left hand moved from her front to back.

Tanvi froze!

Her left hand was stuck between the frail man left to her and her hips. 

She couldn't move her hand to the back!

By this time, Khurram and the older maid had already done the damage!

Her butt-cheeks were split, once again, and this time she felt it getting opened more than before and the woman's fingers dug as deep as it would lodge inside her once, married pussy. 

Tanvi squirmed and her hips bucked at the double sided onslaught. She was half aware of her bad situation but not in full.

The man beside her was able to see her beautiful face contorting and it added to his wonderment. At first, he was surprised to see such a woman in the cabin filled with his level of people and then he saw her silent protests and a futile attempt to take her hand behind. He was confused yet piqued by the beauty standing beside him. He started to watch her closely.

Khurram held her ass-cheeks spread like earlier and almost more than a minute passed by making Tanvi wonder why wasn't the intruding fingers were not doing anything. 

Despite the unimaginably weird situation that she was in, the enormity of the sleaze that she was engaged in made her pussy gape along with her rectal ring that was obscenely widened. The more she waited, her pussy leaked.

"Yeh kachre-wali hain kya, Saab?" (is she really a prostitute?), Tanvi heard the woman whispering to Khurram and also heard his return chuckle. 

As she couldn't turn her body, she tried tilting her head to their side and was mortified at the way Khurram and the maid-woman smiled a black-hearted smirk at each other. Her face turned red with embarrassment when she noted that Khurram silently agreed to the woman that she was indeed a slut.

"Uummnnffff", Tanvi's face contorted and bit her lips when the fingers inside her pussy swayed it's dirty movements once again. Her hips bucked and her feet thrusted upward on her toes.

The man left to her saw Tanvi suddenly becoming rigid in her stance upright and also felt her body shaking and was perplexed why it happened so. His eyes closed in on Tanvi's long neck and face. He was shorter than her and his head was close to her shoulder blade. So, he had to strain his neck to check her face properly.

Khurram was in fact having trouble in keeping hold of her ass-cheeks because the train was moving faster than earlier plus the crowd got heavier and the cabin was congested worse than the last station. 

The worker-woman noticed it. She was more than enthralled about the whole situation. In her life, she had encountered various types of perverts and molesters, especially in her train journey from home to work and back. She was used to get groped and fingered all this while but, it was the first time she got a chance to take the other role. Plus, the young woman was hot, looked like she was from a reputed house or even a high-class prostitute. And, she was hell bound to give the whore what her body was begging for. 

The low-class woman noted it clearly, the young woman was in the zone, if not, she wouldn't have allowed herself to behave like a dirty slut, letting a man expose and finger her pussy to the open public, that too in the crowded train!

"Leave it", Tanvi heard the woman whispering to Khurram and wondered what she was referring to.

"Uuuugggh...mmmnnfff", Tanvi had no way to suppress her moans when she felt it.

Khurram left his hand on her left ass-cheek to hold the hanging holder. The moment he left that ass-cheek, the maid took hold of her rear-meat and spread it apart, matching Khurram's right hand grip. 

Between both, they held Tanvi's ass open to an unhindered invitation to anyone who might look in her direction. Luckily no one did....except...

The man to her left noticed the tussle behind and heard the low whimpers and saw Tanvi's face contorting and biting her lips.

"Mmnnfff", Tanvi struggled to muffle and contain her voice as the woman behind her was worse than Khurram. 

The way her left ass-cheek was spread felt more like a pinch, rather than holding it apart. It made her anal ring expand it's tiny circumference and painfully enlarge and open-up while the fingers inside her pussy were frantic, in and out, in and out, twirling it's knuckles through Tanvi's slippery pussy muscles.

This time, the man got the point. He was sure that something was going on and it was not happening in the front side of the woman that he was facing. He tilted his gaze to his right, to look at the worker-woman and Khurram next to her. He wondered why both the woman and the man were looking down instead of a normal facial expression of any normal commuter. 

The man looked down...between the four bodies!

His eyes bulged with shock at what he found!

His head turned to turn forward to take another look at the woman who was now squirming her body and trying seriously hard to stop from screaming, her face was beet red and her eyes were shut, and her lips bitten. 

Then he turned to look at her back again. It was a feast to his eyes. The woman who stood next to him did not belong to his class, she was so close to him, with her bare bottom exposed, spread, and was allowing a maid-woman to fuck her hole and a large man helping that lowclass maid by spreading the hot female's rump like she was a piece of worthless meat!

The more he peered down, his brain went nuts at what he was looking at. The skin was fair...too fair...the ass-meat that was exposed was too neat...too clean. The young woman's skin was golden and it shone like a yellowish glow between her torn black leggings. Her greying white panty was held by the tall man's hand.

The most carnally exciting part to his filthy brain was when he saw how Tanvi's asshole was stretched. Just below the widened rectal hole, the old maid's dark fingers went in and out like a propeller. He took one more close look at Tanvi's frozen face and took a look to her bottom, then he saw a movement at Khurram's end.

Khurram was smirking at the confused man and gave a nod towards Tanvi's now, almost upturned ass. Her lower back was arched to an extreme angle to control the suffocating action inside her pussy, and the way the worker-woman held her ass-cheek made her rectal ring expand in a way that made the man do something. 

The frail worker took another look at Tanvi and found her eyes closed and lips bitten, and was clearly conveying the silent message that. she was not going to respond badly, he noted it clearly. He looked at the equally dirty maid next to him and saw her dirty and yellow toothed smile, it was the devil that helped him to make up his mind. He wasn't the one to lose an opportunity like this!

Tanvi's brain was closed, blackened and out of focus to the atmosphere around her. 

There was no train, no cabin, no crowd, no one...except her pussy and it's molesters...her ass was on fire for being spread for all this while. Glute muscles were already killing her along with her legs, especially feet and calves from straining so hard to keep the stance, and finally it came down to her own pussy, the way Khurram stopped her from releasing it for the whole day took a huge toil, she felt something heavy gearing-up deep within her cavern.

The man next to her watched everything.

The large balded brown man gave his vile grin and nodded at the hot young woman's ass, the old woman gave her evil look with her aggressive finger-fuck, and the hottest young woman that he ever came close in his entire pitiful life stood like a stretched statue, lost in the world of sexual ecstasy. 

The worker man knew he had to do something...he had to. The more he watched her asshole expanding and contorting like she was breathing through her rectum, and the way it was clean...no hair...and it's color tone...deep reddish purple...and next to it, her pussy...not even a single ray of pubic hair anywhere...clean like a mirror...it drove his head mad...his cock that was already erect and engorged started to pulse more blood onto it's veins.

Tanvi's hips buckled mildly when she felt something else close to her exposed holes with one of it getting drilled royally by a low-class, unknown woman. Her head remained in the blackened state and she was unaware of what the man next to her was doing, and never saw the frail worker man who was looking at her face and bottom and finally reaching a decision. 

Train moved forward at full speed taking all it's contents along with it. The pace was completely unfavourable to a tormented Tanvi. It helped her body to sway and move into the rhythm set by the maid in her pussy. She felt the liquid inside her boiling up, getting ready for it's closure.

The feeble and filthy smelling man freed his right hand and looked up at Khurram and the dirty old woman for their final approval. 

He was ready!

Khurram grinned and winked back, approving the woker man's request!

The smutty old man gave a conceited smirk at the worker!

Then!

"HUMM..AAH..OOOUUW!", it was a groan that made Khurram jolt up. Tanvi's free hand came up instantly and covered her mouth to stop the yelp from escaping her throat, and the effort made her choke. Her toes almost lifted up in the air to contain the pain!

The man, using his index finger, pointing it like a raw bone, without any notice of foreplay, thrusted it straight into Tanvi's half-gaping anus, and tore past her tightly clamped anal sphincter and drove into her puborectalis muscles till it's first knuckle!

Both Khurram and the worker-woman gave him an appraising grin and held the young mother by her ass-cheeks and pussy for more leverage.

Tanvi's head turned towards the man left to her with unblinking eyes that were filled with tears and silent pleading to stop what he was doing. 

"Please...stop", a sob and whimper came out of her lips with tears from eyes.

The pain of anal-intrusion was so bad that white-hot pain exploded from her asshole to her spine and damaged every ounce of sanity that she held so far. Her thighs started to tremble, Khurram was able to hear her heartbeats clearly.

The dirty scoundrel next to her gave a naughty smile to Tanvi's crying face as he locked into her eyes and silently shared a message that read "I got my chance, and I am going to do whatever I wish to", making her head blink into blackness once again. 

She continued to stare at him with silent pleads, she felt the pressure in her rectum increasing and she shook her head with tears falling out of her eyes begging him to 'stop'. 

The next instant!

The low-class, stinking worker's grin widened as he thrusted the finger to it's second knuckle.

Every fibre of her body muscles locked itself to contain the pressure and pain. Her body snapped itself, and her eyes widened in a very odd manner, almost dropping out their sockets, yet her eyelids remained unclosed, locked into the man's eyes.

Tanvi's cheeks twisted and her lips crushed to each other to stop her from screaming. 

Her lower back ricocheted into another wide-angle making her ass almost look like it was upturned. The moment the maid-woman saw it happening, she gave a sharp pinch on Tanvi's left ass-cheek that she was holding on and gave it a wobble, and then pulled wide...widest. 

Tanvi jerked and jolted but her fogged eyes remained locked to the grinning wicked middle-aged man.

Khurram stayed by holding her right ass-cheek towards him and the way Tanvi responded to such depravity was making him think, and he tried his level best to stop any advancement of his erection in public. He was giving her an experience that he never planned to happen this way. When he found the low-class worker standing next to Tanvi, at first he wasn't bothered, but then when he exchanged the message, he got bold and allowed the other man to have his way with his slut...afterall, she was his own...he made the impossible happen.

Another muffled whimper came from Tanvi that made Khurram look down and he was really amused by what he saw there. Tanvi's ass was opened more than he did it to her. 

Her buttocks were split literally into two pieces. One with him, and another with the older maid. Her pale pussy seemed to be of a deep red shade, her pussy lips were half-outside and with every pull of the maid-woman's three fingers (now it was three), white froth of lather came out along with her pussy lips.

It was the way her anus clamped to the man's index finger that made Khurram think of something for the future...

Khurram saw with satisfied glee when the worker man used Tanvi's rectal ring to make a firm circle over his bony finger...and he was moving his finger in and out even though the progress was slow. He wanted to move it like how the worker-woman was thrusting her fingers into her pussy, but anus was different, he couldn't move faster...but he was successful in driving that finger more than it's second knuckle.

That pain!

That searing pain of her asshole getting destroyed!

Tanvi sobbed silently and bucked where she stood, and at all cost she had to avoid her groin being opened up in front and that thought and action made it impossible for her to jerk her hips forward to avoid the double intrusion. Only thing she could do was to look at the low-class man in his eyes with a pleading message to stop what he was doing to her. 

The frail dirty worker was having his time as he watched the beautiful woman at his mercy. Though it was easier for him to insert his finger in her asshole, it wasn't an easy task to pull it out. Her rectal ring had contracted over his finger like a grip that he was unable to break. He pushed and twirled it in her, using the pointed edge of his finger, he nudged and massaged her rectal walls to the best he could. 

At the hole below her ruined anal-ring, things were different. The old maid was already moving her fingers in and out of her with absolute ease.

Tanvi's pussy was almost gushing with her juices and white froth was spilling out with each outward pull by the woman from behind. The older maid woman was lost in what she was witnessing. In her life, she had to surrender her chastity to many depraved men for her daily wage, it wasn't pleasant but she was in terms with her life. And, within those fateful times when she was forced to succumb to dirty activities, there were times when she was used and abused with other women as well and others also being in similar situations like hers, had to go through the sleazy sex without enjoying it. 

Then came this night, the young and foreign looking woman in front, looking like an actress or someone from a reputed household, acting like a slut, a dirty whore who was willingly enjoying and responding by allowing strangers to use her sex, and now her asshole like she didn't even care where she was. 

The maid-woman dazed with such thoughts and her fingers moved faster in Tanvi's pussy, pushing her, preparing her, and making sure that her own frustration got answered by the young woman in her desperation.

"Tu ek asli-maal hai-re, Madam!" (You are a real beauty, madam), Tanvi's locked eyes flicked when she heard the man whispering at her. She wasn't sure if she had to smile or shout at the bastard. She saw his pan-stained teeth as he smiled at her in a knowingly wicked way.

She had to force-close her eyes with embarrassment and also to control the pain that his finger was transpiring through her anus. It was a clear understanding that if she did any sudden moves or made some noise, people around would definitely turn to their direction, and if anyone did, it would be a scene to behold. 

"A woman with her genitals exposed and spread obscenely with two men and a woman pleasuring her holes and she herself whimpering silently with her lower back thrusted back expressing her co-operation to have it their way, immersed in the carnal pleasure, like a cheap whore in heat", Tanvi tried her level best to contain the vileful and sinful pleasure pain she was enduring.

"Yeh sach mein randi hai kya?" (is she really a whore?), Tanvi heard the woman's coarse question to Khurram once again from behind and shamefully shook her head saying 'NO' to the smaller man who was looking at her with the same question in silence. 

Tanvi heard an answering grunt from Khurram and turned to the other side to see what he was replying. The moment she locked her eyes with Khurram, she saw his smug grin that was aimed at the old maid and noticed his hand that held the hanging holder leaving it and moving down. 

With dread and fear, Tanvi's eyes followed that hand. Her hips jerked immediately in a hard protest and a groan left her lips with a tone of 'NO' and 'STOP' but before she could make a move, Khurram brought his now free right hand to her pussy from front and slipped his long middle finger inside...joining the two fingers of the filthy old maid-woman.

"Mmmnngggh...fffmmm", Tanvi couldn't help it. Khurram's fingers were thick and long, she has experienced how it feels inside her pussy many times by now. But, having it along with two others was something beyond her pussy could handle. 

Her feet lifted her body further up to stand and balance on her two toes while her lower back was held in viscous grip of the woman and Khurram, making her unable to move an inch forward or back, and from her left side, the frail man was forcefully pulling out his finger out of her rectum crating a pain that felt like a punch into her stomach. 

The extreme vulgarity was not lost in her pussy, in fact, it welcomed the intrusion inside it, and also the bony finger that was separated by a thin muscle. She felt the gush...the weight of her cum that had developed inside was becoming hard to avoid.

"Fast...next station is coming", the worker maid said to both Khurram and the man next to her. And as if listening to her words, the train changed it's pace to slow down.

"Arrghh...mmm...pleeese...stop", somehow she pleaded to the stranger next to her begging him to pull out. More than the suffocation she felt in her pussy with Khurram's middle finger squeezing her g-spot and the woman punishingly pulling and pushing her fingers, it was the pain from her butt-hole that she wanted to stop, it was unbearable. 

Her asshole was burning. Her rectal insides were on fire and felt like his finger was made of hot coal moving inside. He tried hard to pull and dip into her, but her anal-ring was way too tight and it created extreme pain and a sort of pleasure that she never experienced.

Tanvi took multiple gasps and tried to breathe while thinking how she pleasured herself once with her finger in her asshole, she brought that image when she was on her couch with her finger lodged in both her holes imagining Khurram and Dattu having their way with her pussy and ass. 

But, nothing helped her at that moment of agonized ecstasy. 

The weak looking man was crazed with his actions and the response of the high-class woman who was at his mercy. With that power vested in him, he pressed harder into her anus. When he saw her pleading, it made him furiously happy, a woman of status, or a high-priced whore, was totally succumbing to his finger. He circulated the very finger inside her filthiest hole with both the knuckles now inside her, he twirled it, he kneaded her walls against the maid woman's fingers that were pumping furiously from her pussy. 

Tanvi's eyes suddenly rolled up as Khurram used his thumb to roll her engorged clit, his thick finger grinded her tiny muscle in circles. Her mouth opened to release a shriek when she felt her legs giving out as her left leg came up in reflex making her stand on a single toe of her right feet. 

The woman behind her was not letting her free, she held Tanvi's left cheek to it's maximum stretch wherein Khurram maintained his grip on her right ass-cheek in his large hand with a firm grip, not letting her even a centimeter space to relax. 

Worse was the man next to her, his finger had made it's damage. Her asshole was gaping with all what he did to her rectum so far. Using his index finger and thumb, he brought the grease from her pussy-hole and smothered her anal-ring while grudgingly fingering her butt-hole. 

Tanvi felt it...she was about to cum...the happiness of being able to clear her pent-up cum pushed her into a delirious state. She didn't hear a child crying next to them in those moments.

The train...it was getting ready for it's next stop.

A combined look of understanding passed between Khurram, maid and the worker. It was the child's loud crying sound...

Khurram leaned down to Tanvi's ear and grunted "You want to cum, don't you, slut?"

Tanvi's eyes were still in her skull when she heard the words. Unable to open her eyes in those euphoric seconds, she groaned back "mmmm", replying to him 'YES'. 

There was no Sanjoth, no Kids, no one in her head, absolutely nothing except the sensations from her pussy and asshole. 

Those were the only things in her head as she whimpered back to her old man.

"Then CUM now, we are getting out in this station"

Tanvi heard Khurram's next words as if they were her final ones.Her body started jolting, hard. Her toe was killing her with the weight that it held. 

As he muttered those words, his thumb pressed hard on her clit, and his middle-finger dug too deep, to it's absolute length inside her. She thought the man next to her heard Khurram's words as his own finger in her butt-hole went in deep as well...tearing past every last ounce of the barrier that her rectal ring carried.

She felt his hand holding hers where they both held on the hanging holder, it gave some comfort but the digits inside her pussy and asshole were absolutely too much for her handle. 

Khurram had to hold her hips from bucking hard, but he did to avoid anyone from getting curious.

The child was crying too loudly and it almost made everyone around them groan and for Tanvi, it was a blessing in disguise. Her body recognized the end reaching, her pussy was close to that edge, any moment she was about to scream with her massive orgasm. In those confusing moments, her left hand that was free went sideways to clutch the man next to her. 

With glee, when the short worker noticed it, he thought she wanted to have a feel of him, he was erect to a point that his cock was already coated with precum inside his dirty pants. Somehow he turned sideways a little where her hand was trying to clutch, and he got what he wanted. His cock got aligned to her left palm. 

Tanvi's head was in a delirious state, she didn't recognize anything, she was unable to understand what she was doing. Her body shuddered and her left hand somehow found something to hold, for leverage...it was his penis! 

Her eyes snapped open when she recognized her mistake. But, Khurram, the worker-woman and the man never gave her a chance to take a single breath. Her left hand caught the erection hard, as she saw her entire universe collapsing in the train. The child was wailing very loudly helping her. 

Her head was shaking more as her hand gripped the frail man's penis through his pants. 

Despite what went inside her head, she noted that the stinking lowlife's penis was hard, and bigger than her husband's, her fingers held tight on it. 

Khurram squeezed her clit harder creating a bliss of unknown proportion into her pussy.

The maid frigged her genital-hole from behind with a hard pinch on her ass-cheek that made her squeal and it made Tanvi moan, it was a reflex, she couldn't stop anymore. 

Her butt-hole was being barrelled by the man's finger with a speed that made her almost lift both her legs up. 

The unstoppable release was there, she knew, one more second...

"Fucking cum, bitch", a familiar animal growl entered her ear from side.

"Badi kothi wali bani firti hain aaj, hai toh tu wahi chinnal, Randi !" (you pretend to be from a rich house, but you are just another Whore!), another sound came accompanying Khurram's voice.

"Gandi randi - ab nikaal-de apna paani - baha-de apna kachra mere ungliyon pe!" (Cum now, you dirty slut - relese your dirty water - pour your waste-liquid over my fingers, Cumm-noww!), the maid drove her fingers deep as she could push into the softness of the swollen pussy and an evil grin came on her lips when she found her fingers being gulped by the hungry pussy. That force of getting her sex punished so severely forced Tanvi's crazed head to go mad with primal ecstasy. 

It was not the exposure - it was the dirty and vulgar words that the older maid called her from behind that triggered the fierce force of what she was holding it inside for a long while that churned her asshole and pussy into a single maelstorm. 

The worker left to her was an uncouth person who never had a chance to interact with anyone other than his own low-class circle of people. When he felt the gorgeous looking whore gripping his shaft with her hand, he knew she was done for, and his hand behind her ass worked harder than earlier in and out of her butt-hole with a momentum that made the worker-woman like nothing. 

Though it wasn't the real fact, Tanvi felt every fibre of the nerves inside vagina and rectum to feel that gruelling pace of her orgasm at the doorstep. The cries of the child were seriously helping her and the train slowing down created steel-to-steel creaking that became louder than earlier.

The moment!

"Aaahrrgggh...mmmnnffff...ehmmmm", Tanvi's hips jerked hard with severe sporadic jolts. 

Finally, she erupted. Her two unknown lovers and the wicked old man carried her on their respective fingers as her shrieks went missing between the train's noise and the child's cries. 

The man left to her couldn't move his finger from her anal passage as it's ring contracted over his finger.

Khurram felt her cum spilling through his finger and the worker-woman's fingers while he kept his middle-finger pressed over her ridgy g-spot and throbbing clitoris. 

It was the maid-woman who did the rest of the job, as she wasn't sure why she did what she did. 

The old maid continued to curse-whisper with vulgar terms into Tanvi's ears while she maintained pumping her old and filthy fingers in and out of the young whore's pussy to make sure the slut was able to release the last droplet of the sinful liquid outside. 

Tanvi's mouth remained open releasing moans after moans while her entire body jolted and jerked on Khurram's strong arm and she held the man's cock in her palm as if her last breath was in line. 

It was the most savage orgasm she had in her life!

But it was something new that her body and brain experienced with repulsion yet mixed with a primal ecstasy!

Khurram gave her the best and mind-blowing ones of course, pushing her out of her shell to enjoy the carnal pleasure of bodily needs. But this, the one in public, with near to hundred people around, in a moving train, with unknown strangers having their way with her, the extreme sinful actions, the extreme taboo, the risk of getting caught, and finally allowing her pussy to have it's orgasm to it's absoluteness. 

Everything that was happening around her overwhelmed the poor young mother.

Tanvi didn't realize when both her legs left the floor, and it was Khurram who held her by her pussy, while her once protected sex was getting completely doused up by the woman behind. Tanvi wanted to turn back and give a kiss to the woman as her thank you note for not stopping the finger-fucking, as the worker-woman churned the final droplets of her cum liquid out of it's confines. 

At the same time, Tanvi was acutely aware of the digit that was still locked inside her anus, but the fact that her body accepted and found pleasure if getting anally stimulated was a new revelation, and a second later she felt the cock in her left hand pulsing hard, sudden bolts that she clearly recognized as the man releasing his own semen which, made her eyes clamp shut along with multiple squeezes on the cock that she held. It was the only way she could say thank you to the man who did a great job in fucking her asshole. 

Her hips never stopped from it's severe bucking, Tanvi just couldn't help it. She had lost the knowledge of time, as there were three things moving in her head, the two fingers churning inside her pussy, the finger that was still lodged inside her anus and the stinky short man who finished pumping out his dirty liquid in his own pants. 

Tanvi's cum ran through Khurram and drenched the maid's fingers and dripped down through her thighs and even a bit to fall on the cabin floor. It wasn't the volume of her cum that mattered to Tanvi, it was the dirty and sleazy situation where her heart and head was overdriven by the panic of getting caught, being trapped in public, embarrassment had no limits but the opposite was happening at her groin. Her pussy gushed everything it could, her asshole had it's painful pleasure release, and she gave an unknown stranger an experience of his lifetime with her cheating pussy winning another trophy of deceivingly sinful pleasures.

Tanvi gasped, accompanied with a sob that turned out to be a moan. The train was slowing down, another minute or so, it was about to stop. 

She opened her eyes finally and it was pointed straight to the man next to her. With a silent message of thank you between each other, Tanvi released her grip on his manhood and at the same time, he removed his finger from her butt-hole. 

Her mouth opened and lips bit from the pain of her rectum being stretched through his knuckles and finally the second it came out, the pain of that ring contracting back forced her to release a cry. 

The moment it happened, she felt Khurram's finger sliding out and she had to hold his arm to drop back on her feet.

Once her feet felt a good grip on the cabin floor, she tilted and turned her head sideways to give a sly nod to Khurram and a warm smile to the maid-woman behind her who had removed her fingers from the hot pussy and was wiping it on her Kurta.

Tanvi was about to yell 'STOP' and it was then she took a proper look to her front where the old woman was supposed to be. She was still seated there - but, with a repelling look in her eyes as she stared at Tanvi's green eyes.

"She knew! She saw me! Oh-God! She saw it all!!!", Tanvi heard her voice screeching inside her head as she helplessly looked at the old woman and unable to even mutter an apology.

"Chhinal" ('Useless-Slut!' - a shaming word'), the very aged woman half-shouted with a disgusting look at her and stood up to get down.

Tanvi's eyes and face fell down with an apology to the woman and she quickly pulled her kurta down to her hips. She almost slipped off her sandals as her cum was spread on both, yet with no option, she tried to maintain a stance.

The shorter, filthy and stinking worker man who she serviced had already disappeared in front and the maid-woman nudged at her navel with a pinch before walking out and whispered with a dirty twitch on her lips "Tu to badi randi nikli-re!" (you turned out to be a filthy slut, you whore!). 

Khurram stayed behind her with hard-on pressed to her buttocks while walking and squeezing through the rest of the crowd who tried to get out of the cabin's confines.