28-10-2019, 08:54 AM
“Chal ga randwe! Ya baju chya room madhe ye! (Come on you bitch! Let’s move to this (adjacent) room!)”, saying this Mr. Patil literally grabbed her pony and dragged her along. They entered the other bedroom and Mr. Patil shut the door behind him. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! My wife received a series of 4-5 strong slaps across both her cheeks. She was kicked and pushed on the sofa such that her legs were still on the floor and torso resting on the cushioned hand rest crushing her breasts against the cushion. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! A series of hard slaps met her round buttocks turning them reddish instantly. “Tond ughad bhadve! (Open the mouth, you slut!)”, she was commanded as he turned her around and spat all over her face and into her mouth. A few globes of his saliva hit her eyes, her forehead and some directly into her mouth. She didn’t object even once and gulped down everything she could, but his aggression had barely died down. When he pulled out his leather belt, Richa didn’t expect him to be any kind and prepared herself for some intense beating. And he didn’t prove her wrong. He was rough as a sadist when he started off not giving her any warning before belting her violently. His very first shot cut across Richa’s melons and she cried a loud in pain. But before it subsided, she was showered with few more, very strong, mean and painful blows across her upper body spanning over her shoulders, arms, breasts, and her back! She could feel tears building in her eyes but somehow held herself up! He gave her a couple of minutes to comfort herself; but that barely helped as she was commanded next to start in the center of room with her legs spread wide and hands on the head. She was literally shivering in pain when Patil Sir took couple of rounds around her with the belt still in his hands. Richa's muscle would contract every time he would be behind her, touching the belt on her bums. He was literally teasing her with the uncertainty factor as he deliberately took time before blasting the first stroke. And it was directed across the inner thighs as my wife expected! She literally jumped in pain but more followed as she resumed her position. Patil Sir blasted her flesh with some nasty and mighty blows of the leather belt targeting various areas of her body. His first round included her thighs, both bums, legs before he moved up again focusing her back, shoulders, arms and chest. Richa's fair skin had turned completely reddish when he stopped!
“Chal bathroom madhe! (Come over to the bathroom!)”, my wife was commanded as soon as the beating was over.
Richa walked behind him rubbing her body as much to comfort herself. She was forced to sit on her knees against the toilet and sprayed with water from the jet spree. “Open your mouth!”, she was commanded as he sprayed the water in her mouth and on her face. “Gargle and clean properly!”, the next command followed as my wife found her face buried in the toilet and flushed. He allowed her to pull out for a few seconds to grab her breath and then again pushed in and this time secured down with his feet. My poor wife struggled immensely as Patil flushed almost 3-4 times back to back giving her only 5-10 seconds to breath. She was a mess when he pulled her face out of the toilet and asked her to wash it properly. Richa used as much of tooth paste and mouth freshener as possible before jumping into the shower. This was her second time inside few hours and with two different men. But while she had a gentle bath with Mr. Naidu, Patil Sir made her dance under the boiling hot water of the shower. She was shown mercy after about 4-5 minutes of hot water treatment when Patil Sir went closer and started sucking her breasts and nipples. Richa's freshly washed body is a treat and Patil Sir enjoyed licking, kissing and sucking her as much he could. She was kissed open mouth and he fed her a good amount of saliva while biting on her lips multiple times. There was absolutely no resistance as he kissed her shoulders, neck, her cleavage and even the naval and arms. He removed his shirt and my wife voluntarily started kissing his hairy chest and sucked his nipples. She didn’t disappoint him when he raised his arms and made her kiss and lick his armpits. That extreme servitude of her fueled his shaft as he threw his pants and boxers away and readied himself. The penetration was just a formality as Richa was placed on the toilet seat once again and Patil Sir adjusted his height in front of her. His shaft soon disappeared in my wife’s tunnel as he started pumping her slowly. They kissed and smooched each other like lovers and my wife cupped her breasts for Patil Sir to grab and maul. He reciprocated happily and mauled those beautiful tits for nth time in the day. His member had gained maximum erection and a touch of his finger on my wife’s clit followed by her mouth had made her enough wet. The sound of his thighs thumping against her was erotic and both enjoyed the short encounter standing there. It didn’t last too long as Patil Sir ejaculated inside my wife’s tunnel and then got himself dried up using her mouth.
“Clean up and parade to the living room quickly!”, Richa was commanded as Mr. Patil cleaned himself, put on his clothes and left the bathroom to join his friend outside. “Inside 10 minutes!”, he commented while stepping out leaving my wife in rush. She took a quick mouthwash and a bath before drying herself up. Her clothes were nowhere near her and only thing she carried in the bathroom was the towel. She did her best to dry herself and then slowly walked outside. She was exhausted but mustered enough strength to walk outside. “Welcome back slut! Feeling better?”, a crazy question was put to her. Nobody expected her to answer that obviously! She was signaled to sit down on the sofa as the men were chitchatting. Patil sir was suggesting some options to Mr. Naidu about spending the evening or the night as he had an early morning flight to catch to return to his town. Richa wondered if she would have any role to play further and was trying to listen into their conversation. But she had to wait few more minutes as Mr. Naidu received a call on his phone and spent some time talking on it. “Let’s take her out for dinner!”, Mr. Naidu suggested Patil sir when he returned to the scene. The men discussed timing and place and then finally agreed upon the plan. My wife wasn’t asked for permission or choice as she sat through as a mute spectator. “Go put up simple clothes!” my wife was instructed by Patil sir while the men munched through some snacks and watched TV. “No bra and panty!”, Richa was warned as she turned to the bedroom to put on her clothes. She put up the only sleeveless kurta and leggings she had brought in the morning. The men were pleased to notice her ready within 10 minutes! After a long time, my wife was allowed to wear full clothes and sit down comfortably without any man touching her body. Richa got a fair break as Mr. Naidu took a good 15-20 minutes to get ready himself. She was nervous as she wasn’t disclosed the plan and they were going to take her out. She was only hoping and praying that she doesn’t run into any of her colleagues or anyone known! She knew she was relatively far from home and office, so she was better, but it was still a nervous feeling.
Mr. Naidu put his hand around my wife’s waist as they stepped out. Richa was in her sleeveless kurta and leggings with absolutely nothing inside. Her nips were prominent under the fabric and she only had her wedlock dangling over her cleavage. Mr. Naidu was dressed in smart casuals whereas Patil sir stayed in his formals. The security men watched her intently as they walked past the cabin and waited for the car. Sandesh was driving Patil Sir’s sedan and Patil sir occupied the front seat leaving my wife with his business partner on the plush backseat. They were having regular chit chatting as the car drove through the heavy traffic roads. Mr. Naidu would pat my wife’s arms, or sometime get closer to her and give a quick squeeze on her breasts but remained gentle mostly. Richa also didn’t hold back too much and didn’t hesitate or resist when he approached or touched her in the car. In the 30 minute journey towards a shopping mall, she was kissed a couple of times and her breasts were pressed 4-5 times and Richa found that quite bearable. Naidu held her firmly and much closer as they walked into the plush mall to the glares of so many males. Richa was somewhat nervous being held so tightly by a stranger male and in presence of so many others. It was quite early in the evening and wasn’t yet the dinner time. “Where are we going?” my wife asked politely trying to gauge the situation. “He wants to buy you something sexy and revealing!”, came a quick response from Patil Sir. Mr. Naidu smiled and Richa reciprocated too! “Reveal in the evening!” Mr. Patil added to indicate their intentions for the evening. Richa didn’t react immediately but had butterflies in her stomach wondering what could be in store! She was hoping nothing going too nasty in front of an audience!
“Chal bathroom madhe! (Come over to the bathroom!)”, my wife was commanded as soon as the beating was over.
Richa walked behind him rubbing her body as much to comfort herself. She was forced to sit on her knees against the toilet and sprayed with water from the jet spree. “Open your mouth!”, she was commanded as he sprayed the water in her mouth and on her face. “Gargle and clean properly!”, the next command followed as my wife found her face buried in the toilet and flushed. He allowed her to pull out for a few seconds to grab her breath and then again pushed in and this time secured down with his feet. My poor wife struggled immensely as Patil flushed almost 3-4 times back to back giving her only 5-10 seconds to breath. She was a mess when he pulled her face out of the toilet and asked her to wash it properly. Richa used as much of tooth paste and mouth freshener as possible before jumping into the shower. This was her second time inside few hours and with two different men. But while she had a gentle bath with Mr. Naidu, Patil Sir made her dance under the boiling hot water of the shower. She was shown mercy after about 4-5 minutes of hot water treatment when Patil Sir went closer and started sucking her breasts and nipples. Richa's freshly washed body is a treat and Patil Sir enjoyed licking, kissing and sucking her as much he could. She was kissed open mouth and he fed her a good amount of saliva while biting on her lips multiple times. There was absolutely no resistance as he kissed her shoulders, neck, her cleavage and even the naval and arms. He removed his shirt and my wife voluntarily started kissing his hairy chest and sucked his nipples. She didn’t disappoint him when he raised his arms and made her kiss and lick his armpits. That extreme servitude of her fueled his shaft as he threw his pants and boxers away and readied himself. The penetration was just a formality as Richa was placed on the toilet seat once again and Patil Sir adjusted his height in front of her. His shaft soon disappeared in my wife’s tunnel as he started pumping her slowly. They kissed and smooched each other like lovers and my wife cupped her breasts for Patil Sir to grab and maul. He reciprocated happily and mauled those beautiful tits for nth time in the day. His member had gained maximum erection and a touch of his finger on my wife’s clit followed by her mouth had made her enough wet. The sound of his thighs thumping against her was erotic and both enjoyed the short encounter standing there. It didn’t last too long as Patil Sir ejaculated inside my wife’s tunnel and then got himself dried up using her mouth.
“Clean up and parade to the living room quickly!”, Richa was commanded as Mr. Patil cleaned himself, put on his clothes and left the bathroom to join his friend outside. “Inside 10 minutes!”, he commented while stepping out leaving my wife in rush. She took a quick mouthwash and a bath before drying herself up. Her clothes were nowhere near her and only thing she carried in the bathroom was the towel. She did her best to dry herself and then slowly walked outside. She was exhausted but mustered enough strength to walk outside. “Welcome back slut! Feeling better?”, a crazy question was put to her. Nobody expected her to answer that obviously! She was signaled to sit down on the sofa as the men were chitchatting. Patil sir was suggesting some options to Mr. Naidu about spending the evening or the night as he had an early morning flight to catch to return to his town. Richa wondered if she would have any role to play further and was trying to listen into their conversation. But she had to wait few more minutes as Mr. Naidu received a call on his phone and spent some time talking on it. “Let’s take her out for dinner!”, Mr. Naidu suggested Patil sir when he returned to the scene. The men discussed timing and place and then finally agreed upon the plan. My wife wasn’t asked for permission or choice as she sat through as a mute spectator. “Go put up simple clothes!” my wife was instructed by Patil sir while the men munched through some snacks and watched TV. “No bra and panty!”, Richa was warned as she turned to the bedroom to put on her clothes. She put up the only sleeveless kurta and leggings she had brought in the morning. The men were pleased to notice her ready within 10 minutes! After a long time, my wife was allowed to wear full clothes and sit down comfortably without any man touching her body. Richa got a fair break as Mr. Naidu took a good 15-20 minutes to get ready himself. She was nervous as she wasn’t disclosed the plan and they were going to take her out. She was only hoping and praying that she doesn’t run into any of her colleagues or anyone known! She knew she was relatively far from home and office, so she was better, but it was still a nervous feeling.
Mr. Naidu put his hand around my wife’s waist as they stepped out. Richa was in her sleeveless kurta and leggings with absolutely nothing inside. Her nips were prominent under the fabric and she only had her wedlock dangling over her cleavage. Mr. Naidu was dressed in smart casuals whereas Patil sir stayed in his formals. The security men watched her intently as they walked past the cabin and waited for the car. Sandesh was driving Patil Sir’s sedan and Patil sir occupied the front seat leaving my wife with his business partner on the plush backseat. They were having regular chit chatting as the car drove through the heavy traffic roads. Mr. Naidu would pat my wife’s arms, or sometime get closer to her and give a quick squeeze on her breasts but remained gentle mostly. Richa also didn’t hold back too much and didn’t hesitate or resist when he approached or touched her in the car. In the 30 minute journey towards a shopping mall, she was kissed a couple of times and her breasts were pressed 4-5 times and Richa found that quite bearable. Naidu held her firmly and much closer as they walked into the plush mall to the glares of so many males. Richa was somewhat nervous being held so tightly by a stranger male and in presence of so many others. It was quite early in the evening and wasn’t yet the dinner time. “Where are we going?” my wife asked politely trying to gauge the situation. “He wants to buy you something sexy and revealing!”, came a quick response from Patil Sir. Mr. Naidu smiled and Richa reciprocated too! “Reveal in the evening!” Mr. Patil added to indicate their intentions for the evening. Richa didn’t react immediately but had butterflies in her stomach wondering what could be in store! She was hoping nothing going too nasty in front of an audience!
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