23-02-2020, 08:19 AM
Richa was surprised to see the men still in the room when she returned from the basin. She was fully clothed by then, so were the men but there was immense tension in the room. She looked at them once and then lowered her gaze, standing meekly at the door. Mr. Patil wasn’t at the scene and Sandesh still seemed to be in charge. He walked to her and guided her inside the office towards Mr. Patil’s table and chair. Richa stood leaning against the table without looking at any of them. Her concerns grew as Naresh and Rakesh both soon approached her and grabbed her melons over her dress. She stood nervously not wanting to oppose but encourage either while Sandesh was making a phone call. “Sir dikhte hi ring karna! (Buzz me as soon as you see (Patil) sir!)”, he instructed the security (probably). Richa realized that they didn’t want to waste any time with her. As soon as Sandesh disconnected the call, the force of squeezing her boobs increased and fingers went inside her mouth as well. My poor wife accepted her fate until Mr. Patil would show up, only to further degrade and use her.
“Patil sir table pe leta ke lenge ya chair pe? (Will Patil sir bang you on the table or chair?)”, first question was put to her. Sandesh had seen her with Imran and he had probably learnt from it. He started with a gentle slap, just enough to open her mouth.
“Shayad, table pe! Unki marzi! (mostly on the table, but its really his choice!)”, my wife answered in a while.
“Kal Naidu sir ke alaawa kisi ne thoka kya? Kya dress pahni thi saali! (Did someone else than Naidu sir screw you yesterday? Considering your super (exposing) dress!)”, the next question came up almost instantly.
“No! Naidu Sir, Patil Sir and the two of you!”, my wife answered honestly.
“Ti chai kashi hoti? (How was the tea from yesterday?)”, this time Rakesh popped the question reminding her of the black tea she mixed with his juices and drank. Before she could answer he went on to explain the scenario to their friend Naresh. They all laughed and hooted on her while the 6 pairs continued exploring her body over the clothes. Naresh couldn’t hold off and proceeded again to kiss my wife and Rakesh soon joined too. Sandesh didn’t participate but was excited to see his friends kissing Richa passionately. “Bhai! Patil la ekda phone kar na! nasel yenar tar ekda thokun gheu parat! (Bro! why don’t you call and check on Patil sir? I won’t mind having another go at her!)”, Naresh made his intentions clear to Sandesh. Rakesh also seem to be agreeing to his friend as they kept exploring my wife and kissing her. Richa isn’t someone who can hold back for long and had her lips already being sucked by the duo while her breasts were beginning to get mauled too. But they stopped abruptly and were actually worried as there was a slap on the door. Sandesh had instructed the security to inform them about anyone approaching and he was scared to expose his two friends in Patil Sir’s office without his knowledge. Both the men were terrified too while my wife stood there calmly having nothing much to lose!
“Arey Mishra jee! Aap kaise aa gaye upar? (Mr. Mishra, how come you’re here?)” Sandesh asked Mishra, the head security guard at the premises!
“Bhaiyya, hum to bass dekhne aye ki aisa kaunsaa maal laya gaya hai Patil saab ke office mein jiski entry nahi ki gayi! (Bro, I just came over to verify what goods (who) has entered Patil Sir’s office without a register entry?)”, Mishra exclaimed while ogling my wife lustfully. He was carrying that regular stick of watchmen or security personnel in his hand. “Yaahi hai kya maal? (Is she the slut (brought up)?)”, he asked shamelessly pointing the stick towards my wife. He actually took a couple of steps forward and the other end of his stick was too close to my wife’s heaving chest. Sandesh and other men smiled at his typical hindi accent and his descriptive ways while Richa stood meekly. A lack of protest encouraged Mishra and he pushed the stick further ahead and rubbed it against my wife’s melons. Richa took an immediate step back but the stick still reached her chest and kept rubbing against her huge melons. “Are Mishra ji, haath nahi lagaoge kya? (Oh Mishra ji, won’t you actually touch using hands?)”, Sandesh encouraged Mr. Mishra much to my wife’s surprise. “Tum saab ke saamne? (in front of all of you?)”, Mishra questioned. There was a loud laughter in the room as Mishra’s stick continued pressing Richa's breasts. “Kuch time pahle nangi thi hamare saath! (She was all naked few minutes back!)”, the men exploded. Richa felt embarrassed but didn’t react to the ordeal. She opened her mouth when Mishra tried pushing the stick inside and pumped it. “Dekho choos legi! (See, she will suck the stick also!)”, the men encouraged this kinky security guy who was exploring my wife using her stick.
“Niche baith besharam aurat! (Get down on your knees you whore!)”, Mishra ji commanded my wife.
Richa didn’t see much option as Sandesh and the other men were hooting and encouraging this Mishra. She went down on her knees politely and opened her mouth wide for Mishra’s stick to make it in. The cane stick wasn’t too thick for Richa to take inside and she adjusted her height so that Mishra could derive the pleasure of screwing her mouth. Thankfully he didn’t go overboard and kept pumping her mouth rhythmically for a minute or so. He then started rubbing his stick down on her face, her neck and eventually again on her chest. He was trying to point the stick on her nipples and rub but it wasn’t as effective as the stick would roll over. He tried multiple times and kept pushing her melons in different direction. Naresh couldn’t hold longer and lifted her kurta all the way up to her shoulders. “Aab khelo iske balls ke sath! (Now, play with her boobs!)”, Naresh offered with enthusiasm. Mishra liked it and started pushing the stick against her nipples and twisting it. He was helped many a times by Naresh to point the stick onto most sensitive and delicate parts of her breasts. Richa was somewhat puzzled as to why Mishra himself wasn’t touching her but she continued with it. Mishra was pleased as he seductively rubbed the stick against both her melons, her waist and her naval. He was definitely turned on and now the other hand went inside his pants while he was maneuvering the stick with one hand.
“Niche nahi jaoge? (Won’t you go down (to her love triangle)?)”, Naresh pumped the question as Mishra started randomly moving the stick upwards.
“Jao, andaar le lo! (Come over, take her inside!)”, this time Sandesh offered help to this security guy who they found was blushing to deflower my wife in front of the audience.
Richa wasn’t asked anything and pushed to move inside Patil’s small cabin meant for meetings. It was a pretty small room mainly covered by the table and chairs. Mishra moved in and closed the door behind him. Richa was standing a few feet away and expected him to jump on her any moment. He looked at her and signaled her to go down as he unzipped himself. There was no reason for Richa to hold anything as she went down on her knees and tried to move towards Mishra who had his shaft out of his pants. But to her surprise, she was pushed back with the stick as Mishra kept massaging his own shaft. She could see his erect and sharp member standing upright but was denied touching it. As she waited on the floor a foot away from her, she noticed in amazement to witness Mishra pleasing himself. “Aisi badchalan auraton ko hum haath nahi lagane dete, samazi kutiya? (I won’t let such a low character woman touch me, do you understand bitch?)”, Mishra whispered in that phase of excitement. Richa was amused as well as embarrassed at being labeled a bitch but she didn’t react. “Kaapde utaar kutiya! (Strip you bitch!)”, Mishra commanded my wife as he kept shagging himself. Richa obliged and stripped naked in hurry not knowing how the weird man may react. Mishra kept pumping himself furiously while calling names to Richa and this time hitting her with the stick. He wasn’t too hard and Richa didn’t mind it much as he was limited to her fleshy thighs. After a minute or so, he moved closer to her as he continued massaging himself and calling Richa names. When he was close enough, he spitted multiple times on Richa's face while passing derogatory remarks. Richa didn’t object and played along thus fueling him further. A few more minutes of action and Mishra erupted with his juices on the floor right in front of Richa. She was amazed at the quantity and thickness when Mishra bent forward and spitted into it. “Kha le kutiya! (Lick it bitch!)”, Mishra groaned in ecstasy as he pushed Richa's head into his mess using the stick. My poor wife remembered the hospital episode with Verma and acknowledged obediently. But Mishra wasn’t as sadistic as Verma and he was pleased when my wife touched his mess using her lips. He arranged himself and started walking out of the office.
Richa hadn’t recovered when Naresh stormed inside. She was all naked with Mishra’s cum dripping of her lips and that was enough turn on for the young man. He pulled her up and threw on the crippled chair and lowered his pants to relieve himself. Before Richa could grab any support, Naresh banged inside her with his already erect member. It followed with a flurry of slaps on her beautiful bums and hell of pinches to the melons above. A shear animalistic passion, as Naresh pumped her like no tomorrow! He was soon joined by both the remaining men in that small room as they pulled her in all direction stuffing her holes and tormenting her breasts and bums. She was slapped, pinched and battered all over while the fingers and men’s shaft kept making it into her love tunnel and mouth. There was no shortage of spitting as well as verbal abuse. It was as if a moment of truth as my wife was completely ravaged for the next 8-10 minutes until Sandesh’s phone rang. He stepped out instantly to answer as Mr. Patil was on the other side. Richa bear the brunt of the other two men though as they kept banging her alternately and pinching and fingering to keep her on the verge. There was so much tension that Naresh couldn’t hold longer and discharged 2nd time in quick succession inside my wife and before he could pull himself out to dump his messy member into Richa's mouth, Rakesh was grinding her and ready to discharge too. Richa had a torrid 10-15 minutes before she accommodated their juices inside her tunnel and cleaned their shafts.
“Patil sir table pe leta ke lenge ya chair pe? (Will Patil sir bang you on the table or chair?)”, first question was put to her. Sandesh had seen her with Imran and he had probably learnt from it. He started with a gentle slap, just enough to open her mouth.
“Shayad, table pe! Unki marzi! (mostly on the table, but its really his choice!)”, my wife answered in a while.
“Kal Naidu sir ke alaawa kisi ne thoka kya? Kya dress pahni thi saali! (Did someone else than Naidu sir screw you yesterday? Considering your super (exposing) dress!)”, the next question came up almost instantly.
“No! Naidu Sir, Patil Sir and the two of you!”, my wife answered honestly.
“Ti chai kashi hoti? (How was the tea from yesterday?)”, this time Rakesh popped the question reminding her of the black tea she mixed with his juices and drank. Before she could answer he went on to explain the scenario to their friend Naresh. They all laughed and hooted on her while the 6 pairs continued exploring her body over the clothes. Naresh couldn’t hold off and proceeded again to kiss my wife and Rakesh soon joined too. Sandesh didn’t participate but was excited to see his friends kissing Richa passionately. “Bhai! Patil la ekda phone kar na! nasel yenar tar ekda thokun gheu parat! (Bro! why don’t you call and check on Patil sir? I won’t mind having another go at her!)”, Naresh made his intentions clear to Sandesh. Rakesh also seem to be agreeing to his friend as they kept exploring my wife and kissing her. Richa isn’t someone who can hold back for long and had her lips already being sucked by the duo while her breasts were beginning to get mauled too. But they stopped abruptly and were actually worried as there was a slap on the door. Sandesh had instructed the security to inform them about anyone approaching and he was scared to expose his two friends in Patil Sir’s office without his knowledge. Both the men were terrified too while my wife stood there calmly having nothing much to lose!
“Arey Mishra jee! Aap kaise aa gaye upar? (Mr. Mishra, how come you’re here?)” Sandesh asked Mishra, the head security guard at the premises!
“Bhaiyya, hum to bass dekhne aye ki aisa kaunsaa maal laya gaya hai Patil saab ke office mein jiski entry nahi ki gayi! (Bro, I just came over to verify what goods (who) has entered Patil Sir’s office without a register entry?)”, Mishra exclaimed while ogling my wife lustfully. He was carrying that regular stick of watchmen or security personnel in his hand. “Yaahi hai kya maal? (Is she the slut (brought up)?)”, he asked shamelessly pointing the stick towards my wife. He actually took a couple of steps forward and the other end of his stick was too close to my wife’s heaving chest. Sandesh and other men smiled at his typical hindi accent and his descriptive ways while Richa stood meekly. A lack of protest encouraged Mishra and he pushed the stick further ahead and rubbed it against my wife’s melons. Richa took an immediate step back but the stick still reached her chest and kept rubbing against her huge melons. “Are Mishra ji, haath nahi lagaoge kya? (Oh Mishra ji, won’t you actually touch using hands?)”, Sandesh encouraged Mr. Mishra much to my wife’s surprise. “Tum saab ke saamne? (in front of all of you?)”, Mishra questioned. There was a loud laughter in the room as Mishra’s stick continued pressing Richa's breasts. “Kuch time pahle nangi thi hamare saath! (She was all naked few minutes back!)”, the men exploded. Richa felt embarrassed but didn’t react to the ordeal. She opened her mouth when Mishra tried pushing the stick inside and pumped it. “Dekho choos legi! (See, she will suck the stick also!)”, the men encouraged this kinky security guy who was exploring my wife using her stick.
“Niche baith besharam aurat! (Get down on your knees you whore!)”, Mishra ji commanded my wife.
Richa didn’t see much option as Sandesh and the other men were hooting and encouraging this Mishra. She went down on her knees politely and opened her mouth wide for Mishra’s stick to make it in. The cane stick wasn’t too thick for Richa to take inside and she adjusted her height so that Mishra could derive the pleasure of screwing her mouth. Thankfully he didn’t go overboard and kept pumping her mouth rhythmically for a minute or so. He then started rubbing his stick down on her face, her neck and eventually again on her chest. He was trying to point the stick on her nipples and rub but it wasn’t as effective as the stick would roll over. He tried multiple times and kept pushing her melons in different direction. Naresh couldn’t hold longer and lifted her kurta all the way up to her shoulders. “Aab khelo iske balls ke sath! (Now, play with her boobs!)”, Naresh offered with enthusiasm. Mishra liked it and started pushing the stick against her nipples and twisting it. He was helped many a times by Naresh to point the stick onto most sensitive and delicate parts of her breasts. Richa was somewhat puzzled as to why Mishra himself wasn’t touching her but she continued with it. Mishra was pleased as he seductively rubbed the stick against both her melons, her waist and her naval. He was definitely turned on and now the other hand went inside his pants while he was maneuvering the stick with one hand.
“Niche nahi jaoge? (Won’t you go down (to her love triangle)?)”, Naresh pumped the question as Mishra started randomly moving the stick upwards.
“Jao, andaar le lo! (Come over, take her inside!)”, this time Sandesh offered help to this security guy who they found was blushing to deflower my wife in front of the audience.
Richa wasn’t asked anything and pushed to move inside Patil’s small cabin meant for meetings. It was a pretty small room mainly covered by the table and chairs. Mishra moved in and closed the door behind him. Richa was standing a few feet away and expected him to jump on her any moment. He looked at her and signaled her to go down as he unzipped himself. There was no reason for Richa to hold anything as she went down on her knees and tried to move towards Mishra who had his shaft out of his pants. But to her surprise, she was pushed back with the stick as Mishra kept massaging his own shaft. She could see his erect and sharp member standing upright but was denied touching it. As she waited on the floor a foot away from her, she noticed in amazement to witness Mishra pleasing himself. “Aisi badchalan auraton ko hum haath nahi lagane dete, samazi kutiya? (I won’t let such a low character woman touch me, do you understand bitch?)”, Mishra whispered in that phase of excitement. Richa was amused as well as embarrassed at being labeled a bitch but she didn’t react. “Kaapde utaar kutiya! (Strip you bitch!)”, Mishra commanded my wife as he kept shagging himself. Richa obliged and stripped naked in hurry not knowing how the weird man may react. Mishra kept pumping himself furiously while calling names to Richa and this time hitting her with the stick. He wasn’t too hard and Richa didn’t mind it much as he was limited to her fleshy thighs. After a minute or so, he moved closer to her as he continued massaging himself and calling Richa names. When he was close enough, he spitted multiple times on Richa's face while passing derogatory remarks. Richa didn’t object and played along thus fueling him further. A few more minutes of action and Mishra erupted with his juices on the floor right in front of Richa. She was amazed at the quantity and thickness when Mishra bent forward and spitted into it. “Kha le kutiya! (Lick it bitch!)”, Mishra groaned in ecstasy as he pushed Richa's head into his mess using the stick. My poor wife remembered the hospital episode with Verma and acknowledged obediently. But Mishra wasn’t as sadistic as Verma and he was pleased when my wife touched his mess using her lips. He arranged himself and started walking out of the office.
Richa hadn’t recovered when Naresh stormed inside. She was all naked with Mishra’s cum dripping of her lips and that was enough turn on for the young man. He pulled her up and threw on the crippled chair and lowered his pants to relieve himself. Before Richa could grab any support, Naresh banged inside her with his already erect member. It followed with a flurry of slaps on her beautiful bums and hell of pinches to the melons above. A shear animalistic passion, as Naresh pumped her like no tomorrow! He was soon joined by both the remaining men in that small room as they pulled her in all direction stuffing her holes and tormenting her breasts and bums. She was slapped, pinched and battered all over while the fingers and men’s shaft kept making it into her love tunnel and mouth. There was no shortage of spitting as well as verbal abuse. It was as if a moment of truth as my wife was completely ravaged for the next 8-10 minutes until Sandesh’s phone rang. He stepped out instantly to answer as Mr. Patil was on the other side. Richa bear the brunt of the other two men though as they kept banging her alternately and pinching and fingering to keep her on the verge. There was so much tension that Naresh couldn’t hold longer and discharged 2nd time in quick succession inside my wife and before he could pull himself out to dump his messy member into Richa's mouth, Rakesh was grinding her and ready to discharge too. Richa had a torrid 10-15 minutes before she accommodated their juices inside her tunnel and cleaned their shafts.
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