11-02-2019, 01:55 PM
"You look more seductive than the last time," he caressed her. Kripa approached them with two drinks and handed her one. She was reluctant but took it anyway. She sipped and found it to be very strong, she made a bad face.
"Not used to it," Gupta laughed and kissed her lips. He grabbed her hairs and kept her head steady.
"Why didn't you come to me when I called," Gupta asked.
"I was busy," she spoke. Gupta looked amused; he placed his mouth over her and pushed his tongue inside. Kripa stood sipping his drink and watched as Meena kissed back passionately. She gasped as Gupta slipped one hand up her thighs. Meena's legs were parted and her black panty was visible, she was withering with pleasure as he rubbed his finger between her pussy lips.
Kripa sat down beside them and pulled her head towards him. "Tell me, did you think about me during the week." She nodded.
"Were you horny thinking about me," he opened two buttons of her shirt.
"Yes, I was," she panted, her chest heaving.
"And what did you do when you were horny," he asked moving his hand inside her shirt. Gupta meanwhile pushed two fingers inside her cunt which was dripping wet.
"Uggh, Ahhh! Nothing... I dreamt about you," she replied lovingly.
"WRONG!! you were fucking your buddies, you slut," he screamed. She was stunned; she looked into his eyes burning with rage. Kripa swiftly moved his hand and landed a hard slap on her cheek. The slap stung like a bee and her whole body trembled.
"What do you think I am, huh," he shouted, "I am not one of your fuck toys that you will fuck as per your will, I am not your spineless husband who will watch you getting your pussy and mouth stuffed with cocks." He grabbed her hairs and pulled her face up. Tears dwelled in her eyes. She felt ashamed, especially in front of Gupta, she covered her face with both her hands.
"What did I tell you last time, that you are MINE, you will fuck when I tell you and you will fuck with whom I tell you, bitch, can't keep your hands off the cocks for one week," he looked furious. She trembled not knowing what to do. She looked towards Gupta but he was of no help.
"Sorry daddy, sorry," she sobbed, "but I didn't fuck anyone."
"Shut up and move your hands aside," he snarled.
"No... daddy, please," she looked scared.
"MOVE THEM," he shouted and she hesitantly removed her hands and instantly another hard slap stung on her cheek. She shook violently still in his grip.
"Please daddy," she looked up pleadingly.
"You have disappointed me, slut," he snapped, "Now what to do with you, dirty cunt."
"Sorry daddy, I am sorry, it won't happen again," she sobbed, her cheeks were red.
He pressed her head against his chest and caressed her face softly. "When I tell you something you have to obey," he said softly.
"I will daddy," she spoke slowly.
"Good girl," he lifted the chin and kissed her lips. She relaxed in his arm feeling like a little girl being rewarded by her daddy. She gladly opened her mouth and kissed him back. Kripa tasted her creamy lips. Their tongues lapped. He clasped her tender boobs in his strong hands and squeezed them hard. Meena moaned softly feeing the passion building inside her; she relished the touch of two horny men.
"Humm, wet like the slut you are," Kripa whispered lifting her skirt up. Gupta roughly mauled her pussy making her squirm. She groaned and humped her pelvis.
"Ugh, ugh," she gripped his hand between her legs and moaned.
"Let us move to bedroom," Kripa announced. Inside the bedroom Meena was pushed onto the bed.
"You have been a whore," he yanked her legs wide, "and tonight you will be treated like one." He pushed his fingers from the side of her panty and slipped two of them inside her wet snatch. Meena moaned and melted into his arms.
"You like to fuck, don't you," he roughly fucks her fanny with his two fingers.
"Ahh, ouhh," she wriggled and humped her pussy onto his hand. His fingers were now glistering with her juices and easily moving in and out of it.
"Do you like to tell your hubby stories of your fucking with your fuckbuddies or does he like to see you getting opened up," he yanked her hairs and put his teeth on her soft cheeks.
"Ahhh," she cried out as she felt the sharp bite, "he doesn't know anything about it."
"Ahh!! you need a real man to bring out the slut in you," he pumped harder, "your hubby is a wimp, a looser who can't take care of his girl... don't worry daddy is here, I will take good care of you," he continue to comment about her hubby.
Meena was on fire from the moment he grabbed her. She was dreaming for it the whole week and felt elated at being finally with him. She wanted to be treated with authority by her man; she wanted to obey his every command. She felt waves and waves of pleasure ripple through her body at his hard touch. She spread her legs wide giving him full accesses to her inner most parts. With her half closed eyes she saw him putting his mouth over her face and felt the teeth hard on her flesh. She groaned as the pain whizzed through to her brain. She knew what he was telling was true, she felt humiliated but aroused.
Kripa continued to humiliate her and Meena got deeper and deeper into it, the reference of her husband reminded her of him and she felt bad. She remembered the pain filled face of Ravi and felt sorry for him. She wondered what she is doing? Why she is allowing Kripa to humiliate and dominate her? The thoughts disturbed her, cobbed her mind.
She looked at Kripa and saw a carnal frenzy on his face. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she gasped feeling the need to be filled in. She let her face dragged onto the pillow. She was floating as if in a dream and felt her skirt pulled above her waist, panty down to knees. She heard the snap sound as Kripa pulled out his belt and felt a knot in her stomach. Meena pulled her knees raising her enticing ass up in air. She felt a need to be taken, used by a man and yearned for Kripa's touch. She wanted this and she knew she deserves this, a tear dwelled in her eyes at her weakness.
"Good girl," he teased her anus with his thumb. "Last time I was very gentle with you but now you need to be taught a good lesson," he twisted his hands behind her back and quickly clasped them with a nylon cuff.
"What is this? Wait!" she gasped nervously and struggled against the restraints but it yielded no result and she found herself securely tied. She turned her neck to look at him and found a smug look on his face. He was admiring his handiwork.
"Not used to it," Gupta laughed and kissed her lips. He grabbed her hairs and kept her head steady.
"Why didn't you come to me when I called," Gupta asked.
"I was busy," she spoke. Gupta looked amused; he placed his mouth over her and pushed his tongue inside. Kripa stood sipping his drink and watched as Meena kissed back passionately. She gasped as Gupta slipped one hand up her thighs. Meena's legs were parted and her black panty was visible, she was withering with pleasure as he rubbed his finger between her pussy lips.
Kripa sat down beside them and pulled her head towards him. "Tell me, did you think about me during the week." She nodded.
"Were you horny thinking about me," he opened two buttons of her shirt.
"Yes, I was," she panted, her chest heaving.
"And what did you do when you were horny," he asked moving his hand inside her shirt. Gupta meanwhile pushed two fingers inside her cunt which was dripping wet.
"Uggh, Ahhh! Nothing... I dreamt about you," she replied lovingly.
"WRONG!! you were fucking your buddies, you slut," he screamed. She was stunned; she looked into his eyes burning with rage. Kripa swiftly moved his hand and landed a hard slap on her cheek. The slap stung like a bee and her whole body trembled.
"What do you think I am, huh," he shouted, "I am not one of your fuck toys that you will fuck as per your will, I am not your spineless husband who will watch you getting your pussy and mouth stuffed with cocks." He grabbed her hairs and pulled her face up. Tears dwelled in her eyes. She felt ashamed, especially in front of Gupta, she covered her face with both her hands.
"What did I tell you last time, that you are MINE, you will fuck when I tell you and you will fuck with whom I tell you, bitch, can't keep your hands off the cocks for one week," he looked furious. She trembled not knowing what to do. She looked towards Gupta but he was of no help.
"Sorry daddy, sorry," she sobbed, "but I didn't fuck anyone."
"Shut up and move your hands aside," he snarled.
"No... daddy, please," she looked scared.
"MOVE THEM," he shouted and she hesitantly removed her hands and instantly another hard slap stung on her cheek. She shook violently still in his grip.
"Please daddy," she looked up pleadingly.
"You have disappointed me, slut," he snapped, "Now what to do with you, dirty cunt."
"Sorry daddy, I am sorry, it won't happen again," she sobbed, her cheeks were red.
He pressed her head against his chest and caressed her face softly. "When I tell you something you have to obey," he said softly.
"I will daddy," she spoke slowly.
"Good girl," he lifted the chin and kissed her lips. She relaxed in his arm feeling like a little girl being rewarded by her daddy. She gladly opened her mouth and kissed him back. Kripa tasted her creamy lips. Their tongues lapped. He clasped her tender boobs in his strong hands and squeezed them hard. Meena moaned softly feeing the passion building inside her; she relished the touch of two horny men.
"Humm, wet like the slut you are," Kripa whispered lifting her skirt up. Gupta roughly mauled her pussy making her squirm. She groaned and humped her pelvis.
"Ugh, ugh," she gripped his hand between her legs and moaned.
"Let us move to bedroom," Kripa announced. Inside the bedroom Meena was pushed onto the bed.
"You have been a whore," he yanked her legs wide, "and tonight you will be treated like one." He pushed his fingers from the side of her panty and slipped two of them inside her wet snatch. Meena moaned and melted into his arms.
"You like to fuck, don't you," he roughly fucks her fanny with his two fingers.
"Ahh, ouhh," she wriggled and humped her pussy onto his hand. His fingers were now glistering with her juices and easily moving in and out of it.
"Do you like to tell your hubby stories of your fucking with your fuckbuddies or does he like to see you getting opened up," he yanked her hairs and put his teeth on her soft cheeks.
"Ahhh," she cried out as she felt the sharp bite, "he doesn't know anything about it."
"Ahh!! you need a real man to bring out the slut in you," he pumped harder, "your hubby is a wimp, a looser who can't take care of his girl... don't worry daddy is here, I will take good care of you," he continue to comment about her hubby.
Meena was on fire from the moment he grabbed her. She was dreaming for it the whole week and felt elated at being finally with him. She wanted to be treated with authority by her man; she wanted to obey his every command. She felt waves and waves of pleasure ripple through her body at his hard touch. She spread her legs wide giving him full accesses to her inner most parts. With her half closed eyes she saw him putting his mouth over her face and felt the teeth hard on her flesh. She groaned as the pain whizzed through to her brain. She knew what he was telling was true, she felt humiliated but aroused.
Kripa continued to humiliate her and Meena got deeper and deeper into it, the reference of her husband reminded her of him and she felt bad. She remembered the pain filled face of Ravi and felt sorry for him. She wondered what she is doing? Why she is allowing Kripa to humiliate and dominate her? The thoughts disturbed her, cobbed her mind.
She looked at Kripa and saw a carnal frenzy on his face. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she gasped feeling the need to be filled in. She let her face dragged onto the pillow. She was floating as if in a dream and felt her skirt pulled above her waist, panty down to knees. She heard the snap sound as Kripa pulled out his belt and felt a knot in her stomach. Meena pulled her knees raising her enticing ass up in air. She felt a need to be taken, used by a man and yearned for Kripa's touch. She wanted this and she knew she deserves this, a tear dwelled in her eyes at her weakness.
"Good girl," he teased her anus with his thumb. "Last time I was very gentle with you but now you need to be taught a good lesson," he twisted his hands behind her back and quickly clasped them with a nylon cuff.
"What is this? Wait!" she gasped nervously and struggled against the restraints but it yielded no result and she found herself securely tied. She turned her neck to look at him and found a smug look on his face. He was admiring his handiwork.
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