10-03-2020, 06:01 PM
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.
“Chala salyano! Hila Patil chya ghari sodaychi ahe zavayla! (Lets make a move guys! Need to drop her at Patil Sir’s house for some banging!)”, Sandesh announced to his friends.
Sandesh gave a very small towel to Richa to clean up herself as well as the mess created on the floor. The men used it first to dry themselves before giving to my wife. She just used it to soak the juices flowing down and dry her dripping tunnel before putting the clothes back on. She was allowed to wash her hands and gargle at the same wash basin after the men were done. Within 10 minutes, they were ready to leave from the office. Sandesh pushed himself into driver seat and Richa took the front seat alongside. Both Naresh and Rakesh hopped into back seat as they started driving back to Patil Sir’s house. Sandesh instructed Naresh and Rakesh to get down in between and decided to take Richa alone to Patil’s house. There wasn’t any conversation in the journey; neither did the guys try anything further on Richa. She wasn’t yet aware of where they were headed so she asked Sandesh when the other two got off the car a kilometer away from Patil’s house. He calmly informed her about going to Patil’s house. Richa wondered what was in store for her there as they reached Patil’s house and Sandesh parked the car. She has had 6 men until the previous day including Patil himself, so she wasn’t as tensed this time. She was puzzled when Patil opened the door for them and didn’t jump on her instantly. There was an uncanny silence after Sandesh left the place as Richa sat on the sofa adjacent to where Patil was seated.
“You made him really happy! Very good!”, Patil commented in between operating his phone.
“Thank you!”, Richa murmured softly. She pulled her phone out too since she didn’t see any action on Patil’s part; neither was she instructed of anything. She stopped instantly when Patil looked at her with a smile on his face, but he didn’t interrupt her and allowed her to continue. She answered to a lot of messages including mine asking about how she was and when would she be back home. “Cannot say for sure! Another few hours definitely!”, she messaged me since she was still sitting in front of one her regular tormentors at his place. Patil, in between, received a phone call and was talking in Marathi about some business deals to someone. Richa wondered why she was asked to be here when he didn’t look too interested in her. She was also wondering as to why he wasn’t attacking her like other times. She didn’t dare ask any of that and instead waited patiently. I called her up since I saw her online on WhatsApp, but she declined my call instantly. “In front of Patil!”, she texted back to me. I asked her the count (of men) she had since previous day to tease her further. She, off course, didn’t respond and closed WhatsApp and placed her phone into her purse. Another few minutes passed while Patil sir was still occupied in his phone. She wondered if he was playing some sort of game on his phone or doing some serious stuff. She couldn’t ask anyways so she remained quiet. She was at much ease though compared to other times, until the doorbell rang.
“Who would it be?”, Richa thought to herself as Mr. Patil rushed to answer the door.
She was much relieved to see Imran walk in with Patil Sir. Now, that could be a lethal duo to torment her! But she had experienced and understood their ways and in fact liked them largely. Her heart was racing though as Imran walked over to her and patted her back as if asking how she was! Richa didn’t dare to speak instead stood up instantly while Patil sir fetched him water and a cold drink. Both the men settled on the sofa and Imran asked Richa to also assume place beside him. She sat carefully on the sofa while he was sipping the drink and talking to Patil sir.
“Naidu was absolutely delighted and wants me to send her over for a weekend!”, Mr. Patil exclaimed to Imran who smiled in acknowledgement. Richa felt relieved too having proved herself for Imran. Yes, she confessed she felt that way! Such was her subservience!
“See how you can manage her timings! She is in demand now!”, Mr. Patil continued.
“Sure! Not an issue! She doesn’t know to say no!”, Imran announced proudly.
Richa wondered how he was so confident about her availability. Or was it her willing submission all the time that led him to think that? Nevertheless, she wasn’t asked to opine or decide on her availability. She just sat there like an obedient doll for the men. Over the next 15 minutes or so, they kept talking about some business stuff and some kinky ideas where they can negotiate using my wife! Richa heard it herself and realized what could be coming her way. The conversation went smoothly, and it seemed as if they were decided on when they needed her services. When Imran finished his snacks and drink, he expressed that he would need to leave for some work. Richa wondered if she was required to stay or she could leave too. There wasn’t any mention about any plan for her by either of the men too. She waited some more time before Imran was almost ready to leave. That’s when she asked whether she should leave too. “Do you need her?”, Imran asked Patil sir who declined instantly. “She is enough used for the weekend!”, he commented with a wink. “Come! I will drop you home!”, Imran asked my wife to join him as they left Patil sir’s house. Richa was much relieved to be leaving that house without any torment. “Reaching home with HIM”, she messaged me quietly as they left in his car. Imran asked her few probing questions about the previous day and was pleased to know that she provided satisfactory services to Mr. Naidu. Surprisingly, he didn’t try anything on her until they were quite close to our house. “Will there be anyone home?” he asked. I had confirmed Richa that I could be locked out; so she informed him that she would be alone.
“You stand a nice career as an escort!”, Imran commented as they entered our elevator.
My wife smiled and pulled out house keys as they reached our floor and swiftly entered the house. Richa turned on the lights etc. and brought herself and Imran some water. “Let us take a bath! You smelled used!”, Imran suggested to my wife. She admitted and agreed instantly as they headed towards the master bedroom into our bathroom. When they stepped in, Imran helped my wife pull up her kurta and she quickly rolled the leggings down and threw them into the bucket full of clothes. Imran carefully took off his clothes and put them outside as they entered the bath area. “Bend”, commanded her tormentor and my poor wife acknowledged instantly by bending at 90 degree with her hands on the wall and bums pushed out for him. “WHACK, WHACK, WHCAK, WHCAK, WHACK…… WHACK”, a series of strong slaps blasted either sides of bums as Richa moaned profusely. She thought he was not as ruthless since she found his spanking rhythmic although a bit tougher. He continued blasting her poor bottoms for a good number of minutes until they were totally reddish. Richa didn’t oppose even once although she continued moaning out of pain. She thought he was done when he paused and stepped out of bathroom. She remained bent and didn’t move an inch while Imran returned with a slipper in his hand. He was accustomed to our house and didn’t mind walking naked all over.
“Boobs time!”, Imran said with a wry smile as he instructed my wife to straighten up.
Richa raised herself and rubbed her bums for quick seconds as Imran adjusted her against the wall. Her back was against the wall and her hands were raised straight and bent over her head at 90 degree holding each other at elbow joint. She was instructed not to move or bring hands in between as he held the slipper right in front of her face. Richa doesn’t need a lot of instructions from Imran and pushed her tongue out to lick the dirty lower side of the slipper happily. She kept licking it until Imran pulled it off and blasted straight on her face. It hurt and caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t allowed to move, and she only moaned slightly although he hadn’t instructed her to keep mum. She lowered her gaze for a brief second as she composed herself and then looked at Imran again indicating her readiness for the second one. He didn’t disappoint although he made her lick it for another few seconds before blasting the second blow across her face. Both the strokes hit her at odd angle landing directly on her face over her lips, nose and eyes. But these were followed by 2 traditional blows on each of her cheeks that were mightier than the first ones. Richa was literally shaken with these monstrous strokes and the itching it led to on her face. She was dying to rub her cheeks to soothe and was having tough time to control her tears!
“Ready for boobs?”, Imran asked my wife who was about to break down.
She wasn’t tied up or gagged. She was free and could have protested if she wanted. But she didn’t utter a single word nor made any sort of movement resisting him. She had a difficulty affirming Imran, but she didn’t oppose at all. Imran immersed the slipper in the commode to make it wet and then spat on it. He held it again in front of my wife who dutifully kissed it and was proceeding to lick too. But Imran rubbed it over her itching cheeks much to her comfort. “Thank you”, it quickly slipped my wife’s tongue although he was putting a dirty mixture of toilet water and his own saliva directly on her face. Imran picked the opportunity and dipped the slipper again in the commode and spat on it but this time placed it straight on her lips. A slight movement on her lips, a bit of hesitation from my wife and then he was successful to push the slipper in her mouth! Richa gagged on it as if a nice sweet dish and held the slipper in her mouth until Imran asked her to push out.
“WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK………. “
Imran started blasting Richa's both melons randomly. It began with lighter ones, but he gained momentum and rhythm soon and targeted all the angles. Richa still had her arms crossed up and that was giving him both sides to target and he was trying few from the base as well. Richa moaned and bit her lips in agony but Imran didn’t pause until well over 4-5 minutes wherein he kept blasting a shot almost every 10-15 seconds. Her fair skin was turning reddish, but she remained strong and saw the first round through. Imran must have been amazed at her pain taking ability, but he wanted more pieces of her. He made her hold the slipper in the mouth once again and started pinching her nipples using his fingers. He didn’t show any mercy and plucked and pinched her sensitive nipples at his will. Richa couldn’t hold back as tears rolled down her cheeks but she didn’t move or oppose the most cruel and sadistic twisting and kneading of her nipples. I can bet you she takes nipples twisting better than many women! And if she was struggling then other women would have simply given up! But then she was Richa and he was Imran!
“Can you make something for me? I am hungry!”, Imran asked my wife as he paused. “Wash your hands properly, no need of clothes!”, he winked and commented.
Richa thought of negotiating but didn’t actually attempt! She knew it wasn’t going to help so she proceeded towards the kitchen. Yes, she was all naked and the curtains were not necessarily all down! But Imran wasn’t really bothered as she sneaked through carefully trying to be away from windows. He followed her and relaxed on the chairs by dining table watching her from there. Richa was taking a stick of kitchen as she was returning after a day. She didn’t find anything ready in the refrigerator so picked up some ready to eat packet. She took a pan, filled it with water and poured pasta sticks into it along with the spices from the sachet and started stirring it. Imran picked a couple of cans of Fanta from the fridge. He started sipping from one and tossed the other to her. Richa thanked him and waited for a few seconds wondering if there was any instruction from him before opening and gulping it down in a regular way. There wasn’t any conversation as Richa prepared the pasta while Imran waited by the table slowly sipping the cold drink. She served him in the dinner plate and waited by the table. Imran asked her to join him and have the food too. Richa haven’t had anything since morning and gladly joined him as they finished the pasta with the cold drink. Richa cleaned the dishes quickly and placed them in the wash basin.
“Let’s go back!”, Imran commanded my wife as he picked up a wooden and steel spoon (the large ones) from the kitchen and a bottle of water.
Richa walked obediently in front of him and led him to our master bathroom again. She saw Imran placing the spoons on the adjacent platform, so she assumed her earlier position. “So, you want more on your boobs?”, Imran asked sarcastically when Richa stood there pushing her beautiful melons out as she crossed her arms over her head. She retracted a bit but didn’t express anything and that led to Imran picking up the slipper again. “WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…..”, Imran kept blasting her breasts randomly. This brutal attack was focused on the sides and from the base and it was leading to her melons jumping all over the place. Richa had a torrid time standing put, she couldn’t help but brush her back against the wall behind to ease the itching on the front. Her eyes were pleading him to stop but she didn’t bring her hands in between and used her mouth only for moaning. Imran pushed two fingers of his left hand into her mouth and my wife instantly sucked on to them while the fingers of his other hand started twisting her nips again. He wasn’t rough this time though and helped her sooth to some extent.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall!”, came the next instruction from the beast.
My wife turned instantly; put her hands on the wall and pushed her bums out. She was expecting Imran to start blasting her bums, but she received first shot on her lower back. The steel spoon handle hurt terrible and she whined instantly. Imran started focusing on her bare back from waist until shoulders. He was going slow and targeting every shot on the new area of her flesh going upwards. Richa obviously didn’t move but had lot of unrest as the steel handle kept blasting and cutting into her skin every time she was beaten. He checked her skin a couple of times and then switched to wooden spoon instead of steel. That soothed her a bit as she received next few blows all over her back. Imran made her stand in various angles and blasted both her arms and even her tummy, waist and midriff. And the guy didn’t stop there! My wife was then made to stand away from the wall and Imran circled around her blasting her randomly and rough with the earlier slipper. She was standing straight and took countless blows on her forearms, upper arms and then jumped in pain as her back was beaten up mercilessly. Imran enjoyed her struggle and kept blasting her taking 4-5 rounds! He didn’t spare her shoulder blades, her cleavage and tummy but didn’t touch her melons this time!
“Can you take some on lower thighs and clit?”, Imran asked my wife as she was trying to relax after the heavy beating.
Richa knew it was an imperative statement although it sounded interrogative. She walked to our bed as pushed by Imran and lied by the edge with open legs. Imran noticed the fear in her eyes as he picked up the steel spoon and stretched his arm for her to kiss the tool (like a BDSM scene). My wife rarely disappoints him as she planted a kiss and readied herself. “BANG!”, she received the first stroke on the lower thigh. He waited for the pain to radiate before targeting the other leg. Richa did well to absorb the pain with some sobs and that encouraged him to go full Monty. “BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG….”, a series of nasty blows made her dance in pain. Richa literally jumped up and down and got into rubbing her thighs all over. The steel spoon’s handle was extremely effective, and Imran allowed her a minute or two to come to terms. “What do you think is pending now?”, Imran asked my healing wife who was further torn with that question. She instantly closed her legs pleading him not to go there.
“Alright then! I will get going!”, came Imran’s sarcastic response.
Richa lied on the bed totally stunned. She was thoroughly beaten up and then her man was leaving without doing anything (?) with her. Imran enjoyed her dilemma as he started getting ready. She got up and sat by the edge of the bed watching him getting his clothes from the bathroom. “You look dejected! Need someone to bang you?”, he asked my wife with a wry smile. Richa just lowered her gaze and watched him as he freshened up in the bathroom and came out. Just as he passed by the bed, he flipped Richa and thrusted her without any warning. My wife accommodated instantly and made room for the ultimate pleasure as Imran pumped her. She was surprised (she confessed later) of how he remained erect all that time and spread herself to let him in as much. But Imran was extremely crude as he probably banged her just 10-12 times and pulled out to stuff her mouth. He went brutal and gagged and deepthroated her until she coughed hard. He allowed her take deep breath before stuffing again and following that with huge spit globes. A few face slaps and another couple of minutes of stuffing and Imran pulled out completely! It didn’t take him any time to get ready as Richa was still catching her breath.
“Do you want to come and see me off?”, he asked my wife as she picked up herself.
Richa knew it was inviting more trouble, but she didn’t know to say no! She walked naked towards the living room behind him as he reached for his shoes. He didn’t attempt anything though and left the house leaving my wife dry. But then, just as my wife was turning to attend her husband, the doorbell and her cellphone rang together. Richa knew it was Imran and attended him at the door ahead of cell phone. He pushed the door wide open leaving my wife exposed to everyone outside. He had already called the lift to our floor and as it was approaching, he pressed her melons and pinched the nipples. Richa shuddered and panicked as the lift approached the floor below and stopped there! She was at total risk of exposing herself in the completely open door and Imran wasn’t letting her close it or run inside. Thankfully for her (and me), she wasn’t exposed to anyone else as the lift was empty when it opened on our floor. Imran placed a bag between the doors to keep it open and kept teasing my wife standing at the door. Richa somehow saw through those horrifying 2 minutes when Imran left, and she banged the door shut!
“Was he really gone?”, she thought to herself and rushed to the living room sliding windows that oversee the approach road. She was concerned when she noticed Mr. Nagarkar on the approach road walking towards his apartment. But she hoped that he wouldn’t recognize Imran’s car or him sitting inside. And she was proved right this time as Imran zipped past him without either of them noticing each other. My wife breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa for a couple of minutes before walking over to free me up. She was so totally used up that I didn’t feel like teasing her any further. But then, the slut that Richa is, she pulled me into a shower, and we had a quickie in there. I didn’t push her further as we finished the meal and she slept for a long 5-6 hours only to wake up late evening! She had an incredible 1.5 day!
“Chala salyano! Hila Patil chya ghari sodaychi ahe zavayla! (Lets make a move guys! Need to drop her at Patil Sir’s house for some banging!)”, Sandesh announced to his friends.
Sandesh gave a very small towel to Richa to clean up herself as well as the mess created on the floor. The men used it first to dry themselves before giving to my wife. She just used it to soak the juices flowing down and dry her dripping tunnel before putting the clothes back on. She was allowed to wash her hands and gargle at the same wash basin after the men were done. Within 10 minutes, they were ready to leave from the office. Sandesh pushed himself into driver seat and Richa took the front seat alongside. Both Naresh and Rakesh hopped into back seat as they started driving back to Patil Sir’s house. Sandesh instructed Naresh and Rakesh to get down in between and decided to take Richa alone to Patil’s house. There wasn’t any conversation in the journey; neither did the guys try anything further on Richa. She wasn’t yet aware of where they were headed so she asked Sandesh when the other two got off the car a kilometer away from Patil’s house. He calmly informed her about going to Patil’s house. Richa wondered what was in store for her there as they reached Patil’s house and Sandesh parked the car. She has had 6 men until the previous day including Patil himself, so she wasn’t as tensed this time. She was puzzled when Patil opened the door for them and didn’t jump on her instantly. There was an uncanny silence after Sandesh left the place as Richa sat on the sofa adjacent to where Patil was seated.
“You made him really happy! Very good!”, Patil commented in between operating his phone.
“Thank you!”, Richa murmured softly. She pulled her phone out too since she didn’t see any action on Patil’s part; neither was she instructed of anything. She stopped instantly when Patil looked at her with a smile on his face, but he didn’t interrupt her and allowed her to continue. She answered to a lot of messages including mine asking about how she was and when would she be back home. “Cannot say for sure! Another few hours definitely!”, she messaged me since she was still sitting in front of one her regular tormentors at his place. Patil, in between, received a phone call and was talking in Marathi about some business deals to someone. Richa wondered why she was asked to be here when he didn’t look too interested in her. She was also wondering as to why he wasn’t attacking her like other times. She didn’t dare ask any of that and instead waited patiently. I called her up since I saw her online on WhatsApp, but she declined my call instantly. “In front of Patil!”, she texted back to me. I asked her the count (of men) she had since previous day to tease her further. She, off course, didn’t respond and closed WhatsApp and placed her phone into her purse. Another few minutes passed while Patil sir was still occupied in his phone. She wondered if he was playing some sort of game on his phone or doing some serious stuff. She couldn’t ask anyways so she remained quiet. She was at much ease though compared to other times, until the doorbell rang.
“Who would it be?”, Richa thought to herself as Mr. Patil rushed to answer the door.
She was much relieved to see Imran walk in with Patil Sir. Now, that could be a lethal duo to torment her! But she had experienced and understood their ways and in fact liked them largely. Her heart was racing though as Imran walked over to her and patted her back as if asking how she was! Richa didn’t dare to speak instead stood up instantly while Patil sir fetched him water and a cold drink. Both the men settled on the sofa and Imran asked Richa to also assume place beside him. She sat carefully on the sofa while he was sipping the drink and talking to Patil sir.
“Naidu was absolutely delighted and wants me to send her over for a weekend!”, Mr. Patil exclaimed to Imran who smiled in acknowledgement. Richa felt relieved too having proved herself for Imran. Yes, she confessed she felt that way! Such was her subservience!
“See how you can manage her timings! She is in demand now!”, Mr. Patil continued.
“Sure! Not an issue! She doesn’t know to say no!”, Imran announced proudly.
Richa wondered how he was so confident about her availability. Or was it her willing submission all the time that led him to think that? Nevertheless, she wasn’t asked to opine or decide on her availability. She just sat there like an obedient doll for the men. Over the next 15 minutes or so, they kept talking about some business stuff and some kinky ideas where they can negotiate using my wife! Richa heard it herself and realized what could be coming her way. The conversation went smoothly, and it seemed as if they were decided on when they needed her services. When Imran finished his snacks and drink, he expressed that he would need to leave for some work. Richa wondered if she was required to stay or she could leave too. There wasn’t any mention about any plan for her by either of the men too. She waited some more time before Imran was almost ready to leave. That’s when she asked whether she should leave too. “Do you need her?”, Imran asked Patil sir who declined instantly. “She is enough used for the weekend!”, he commented with a wink. “Come! I will drop you home!”, Imran asked my wife to join him as they left Patil sir’s house. Richa was much relieved to be leaving that house without any torment. “Reaching home with HIM”, she messaged me quietly as they left in his car. Imran asked her few probing questions about the previous day and was pleased to know that she provided satisfactory services to Mr. Naidu. Surprisingly, he didn’t try anything on her until they were quite close to our house. “Will there be anyone home?” he asked. I had confirmed Richa that I could be locked out; so she informed him that she would be alone.
“You stand a nice career as an escort!”, Imran commented as they entered our elevator.
My wife smiled and pulled out house keys as they reached our floor and swiftly entered the house. Richa turned on the lights etc. and brought herself and Imran some water. “Let us take a bath! You smelled used!”, Imran suggested to my wife. She admitted and agreed instantly as they headed towards the master bedroom into our bathroom. When they stepped in, Imran helped my wife pull up her kurta and she quickly rolled the leggings down and threw them into the bucket full of clothes. Imran carefully took off his clothes and put them outside as they entered the bath area. “Bend”, commanded her tormentor and my poor wife acknowledged instantly by bending at 90 degree with her hands on the wall and bums pushed out for him. “WHACK, WHACK, WHCAK, WHCAK, WHACK…… WHACK”, a series of strong slaps blasted either sides of bums as Richa moaned profusely. She thought he was not as ruthless since she found his spanking rhythmic although a bit tougher. He continued blasting her poor bottoms for a good number of minutes until they were totally reddish. Richa didn’t oppose even once although she continued moaning out of pain. She thought he was done when he paused and stepped out of bathroom. She remained bent and didn’t move an inch while Imran returned with a slipper in his hand. He was accustomed to our house and didn’t mind walking naked all over.
“Boobs time!”, Imran said with a wry smile as he instructed my wife to straighten up.
Richa raised herself and rubbed her bums for quick seconds as Imran adjusted her against the wall. Her back was against the wall and her hands were raised straight and bent over her head at 90 degree holding each other at elbow joint. She was instructed not to move or bring hands in between as he held the slipper right in front of her face. Richa doesn’t need a lot of instructions from Imran and pushed her tongue out to lick the dirty lower side of the slipper happily. She kept licking it until Imran pulled it off and blasted straight on her face. It hurt and caught her by surprise, but she wasn’t allowed to move, and she only moaned slightly although he hadn’t instructed her to keep mum. She lowered her gaze for a brief second as she composed herself and then looked at Imran again indicating her readiness for the second one. He didn’t disappoint although he made her lick it for another few seconds before blasting the second blow across her face. Both the strokes hit her at odd angle landing directly on her face over her lips, nose and eyes. But these were followed by 2 traditional blows on each of her cheeks that were mightier than the first ones. Richa was literally shaken with these monstrous strokes and the itching it led to on her face. She was dying to rub her cheeks to soothe and was having tough time to control her tears!
“Ready for boobs?”, Imran asked my wife who was about to break down.
She wasn’t tied up or gagged. She was free and could have protested if she wanted. But she didn’t utter a single word nor made any sort of movement resisting him. She had a difficulty affirming Imran, but she didn’t oppose at all. Imran immersed the slipper in the commode to make it wet and then spat on it. He held it again in front of my wife who dutifully kissed it and was proceeding to lick too. But Imran rubbed it over her itching cheeks much to her comfort. “Thank you”, it quickly slipped my wife’s tongue although he was putting a dirty mixture of toilet water and his own saliva directly on her face. Imran picked the opportunity and dipped the slipper again in the commode and spat on it but this time placed it straight on her lips. A slight movement on her lips, a bit of hesitation from my wife and then he was successful to push the slipper in her mouth! Richa gagged on it as if a nice sweet dish and held the slipper in her mouth until Imran asked her to push out.
“WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK………. “
Imran started blasting Richa's both melons randomly. It began with lighter ones, but he gained momentum and rhythm soon and targeted all the angles. Richa still had her arms crossed up and that was giving him both sides to target and he was trying few from the base as well. Richa moaned and bit her lips in agony but Imran didn’t pause until well over 4-5 minutes wherein he kept blasting a shot almost every 10-15 seconds. Her fair skin was turning reddish, but she remained strong and saw the first round through. Imran must have been amazed at her pain taking ability, but he wanted more pieces of her. He made her hold the slipper in the mouth once again and started pinching her nipples using his fingers. He didn’t show any mercy and plucked and pinched her sensitive nipples at his will. Richa couldn’t hold back as tears rolled down her cheeks but she didn’t move or oppose the most cruel and sadistic twisting and kneading of her nipples. I can bet you she takes nipples twisting better than many women! And if she was struggling then other women would have simply given up! But then she was Richa and he was Imran!
“Can you make something for me? I am hungry!”, Imran asked my wife as he paused. “Wash your hands properly, no need of clothes!”, he winked and commented.
Richa thought of negotiating but didn’t actually attempt! She knew it wasn’t going to help so she proceeded towards the kitchen. Yes, she was all naked and the curtains were not necessarily all down! But Imran wasn’t really bothered as she sneaked through carefully trying to be away from windows. He followed her and relaxed on the chairs by dining table watching her from there. Richa was taking a stick of kitchen as she was returning after a day. She didn’t find anything ready in the refrigerator so picked up some ready to eat packet. She took a pan, filled it with water and poured pasta sticks into it along with the spices from the sachet and started stirring it. Imran picked a couple of cans of Fanta from the fridge. He started sipping from one and tossed the other to her. Richa thanked him and waited for a few seconds wondering if there was any instruction from him before opening and gulping it down in a regular way. There wasn’t any conversation as Richa prepared the pasta while Imran waited by the table slowly sipping the cold drink. She served him in the dinner plate and waited by the table. Imran asked her to join him and have the food too. Richa haven’t had anything since morning and gladly joined him as they finished the pasta with the cold drink. Richa cleaned the dishes quickly and placed them in the wash basin.
“Let’s go back!”, Imran commanded my wife as he picked up a wooden and steel spoon (the large ones) from the kitchen and a bottle of water.
Richa walked obediently in front of him and led him to our master bathroom again. She saw Imran placing the spoons on the adjacent platform, so she assumed her earlier position. “So, you want more on your boobs?”, Imran asked sarcastically when Richa stood there pushing her beautiful melons out as she crossed her arms over her head. She retracted a bit but didn’t express anything and that led to Imran picking up the slipper again. “WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK…..”, Imran kept blasting her breasts randomly. This brutal attack was focused on the sides and from the base and it was leading to her melons jumping all over the place. Richa had a torrid time standing put, she couldn’t help but brush her back against the wall behind to ease the itching on the front. Her eyes were pleading him to stop but she didn’t bring her hands in between and used her mouth only for moaning. Imran pushed two fingers of his left hand into her mouth and my wife instantly sucked on to them while the fingers of his other hand started twisting her nips again. He wasn’t rough this time though and helped her sooth to some extent.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall!”, came the next instruction from the beast.
My wife turned instantly; put her hands on the wall and pushed her bums out. She was expecting Imran to start blasting her bums, but she received first shot on her lower back. The steel spoon handle hurt terrible and she whined instantly. Imran started focusing on her bare back from waist until shoulders. He was going slow and targeting every shot on the new area of her flesh going upwards. Richa obviously didn’t move but had lot of unrest as the steel handle kept blasting and cutting into her skin every time she was beaten. He checked her skin a couple of times and then switched to wooden spoon instead of steel. That soothed her a bit as she received next few blows all over her back. Imran made her stand in various angles and blasted both her arms and even her tummy, waist and midriff. And the guy didn’t stop there! My wife was then made to stand away from the wall and Imran circled around her blasting her randomly and rough with the earlier slipper. She was standing straight and took countless blows on her forearms, upper arms and then jumped in pain as her back was beaten up mercilessly. Imran enjoyed her struggle and kept blasting her taking 4-5 rounds! He didn’t spare her shoulder blades, her cleavage and tummy but didn’t touch her melons this time!
“Can you take some on lower thighs and clit?”, Imran asked my wife as she was trying to relax after the heavy beating.
Richa knew it was an imperative statement although it sounded interrogative. She walked to our bed as pushed by Imran and lied by the edge with open legs. Imran noticed the fear in her eyes as he picked up the steel spoon and stretched his arm for her to kiss the tool (like a BDSM scene). My wife rarely disappoints him as she planted a kiss and readied herself. “BANG!”, she received the first stroke on the lower thigh. He waited for the pain to radiate before targeting the other leg. Richa did well to absorb the pain with some sobs and that encouraged him to go full Monty. “BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG….”, a series of nasty blows made her dance in pain. Richa literally jumped up and down and got into rubbing her thighs all over. The steel spoon’s handle was extremely effective, and Imran allowed her a minute or two to come to terms. “What do you think is pending now?”, Imran asked my healing wife who was further torn with that question. She instantly closed her legs pleading him not to go there.
“Alright then! I will get going!”, came Imran’s sarcastic response.
Richa lied on the bed totally stunned. She was thoroughly beaten up and then her man was leaving without doing anything (?) with her. Imran enjoyed her dilemma as he started getting ready. She got up and sat by the edge of the bed watching him getting his clothes from the bathroom. “You look dejected! Need someone to bang you?”, he asked my wife with a wry smile. Richa just lowered her gaze and watched him as he freshened up in the bathroom and came out. Just as he passed by the bed, he flipped Richa and thrusted her without any warning. My wife accommodated instantly and made room for the ultimate pleasure as Imran pumped her. She was surprised (she confessed later) of how he remained erect all that time and spread herself to let him in as much. But Imran was extremely crude as he probably banged her just 10-12 times and pulled out to stuff her mouth. He went brutal and gagged and deepthroated her until she coughed hard. He allowed her take deep breath before stuffing again and following that with huge spit globes. A few face slaps and another couple of minutes of stuffing and Imran pulled out completely! It didn’t take him any time to get ready as Richa was still catching her breath.
“Do you want to come and see me off?”, he asked my wife as she picked up herself.
Richa knew it was inviting more trouble, but she didn’t know to say no! She walked naked towards the living room behind him as he reached for his shoes. He didn’t attempt anything though and left the house leaving my wife dry. But then, just as my wife was turning to attend her husband, the doorbell and her cellphone rang together. Richa knew it was Imran and attended him at the door ahead of cell phone. He pushed the door wide open leaving my wife exposed to everyone outside. He had already called the lift to our floor and as it was approaching, he pressed her melons and pinched the nipples. Richa shuddered and panicked as the lift approached the floor below and stopped there! She was at total risk of exposing herself in the completely open door and Imran wasn’t letting her close it or run inside. Thankfully for her (and me), she wasn’t exposed to anyone else as the lift was empty when it opened on our floor. Imran placed a bag between the doors to keep it open and kept teasing my wife standing at the door. Richa somehow saw through those horrifying 2 minutes when Imran left, and she banged the door shut!
“Was he really gone?”, she thought to herself and rushed to the living room sliding windows that oversee the approach road. She was concerned when she noticed Mr. Nagarkar on the approach road walking towards his apartment. But she hoped that he wouldn’t recognize Imran’s car or him sitting inside. And she was proved right this time as Imran zipped past him without either of them noticing each other. My wife breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa for a couple of minutes before walking over to free me up. She was so totally used up that I didn’t feel like teasing her any further. But then, the slut that Richa is, she pulled me into a shower, and we had a quickie in there. I didn’t push her further as we finished the meal and she slept for a long 5-6 hours only to wake up late evening! She had an incredible 1.5 day!
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