Incest Story dedicated to slut Kajal Aggarwal

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Dring Dring... It was her mobile, Bell rang and Kajal came to her senses. She added an alarm for a college gathering today which she needs to attend with her college staff and students.

Kajal was getting late again for her coaching. She still couldn’t decide what to wear. She loves to wear tight fitting and sexy clothes even to her coaching as they compliment her 34-26-36 body and show off her lovely, soft, tanned skin. So finally she decided to wear this denim high waist booty shorts as it complimented her amazing ass and a tight fitting v-neck tank top which showed just a slight bit of her cleavage and her belly.

Kajal looked like a sex bomb in this outfit. She took a selfie and posted it on Instagram for her followers to admire, and then She finally set off her car to her College.

As Kajal parked her car in an underground parking lot nearby her college, Kajal came across the same vile group of eve-teasers whom she chose to ignore on a daily basis.

There were 4 guys, in their late 30s or early 40s, dressed extremely untidy, with uncombed hair and a repulsive persona. They had their mouths red with excessive pan masala, had chest hair equivalent to that of a gorilla (Kajal could see cause they didn’t button up their shirts all the way) and spoke extremely vulgar and uncouth language. They were probably men from the nearby slums who were frustrated with their sex lives and come there every day to eve tease young women.

Kajal, probably being their favorite. As she walked across them, one of them said, “Bhai Ajay, aaj toh dekh is item ko, ek number maal lag rahi hai kisi pornstar jaisi.” Kajal just scuffed and kept walking. "Haan bhai, boobs toh dekh iske, jaise do bade bade seb latka ke Lai ho. Ahhhhh." The third guy said, "Dekho apni gubbare jaisi gol gol gaand ko kaise matkake chalte hai. Ek number ki item hoti hai ye aaj Kal ki high class mahilayen." Kajal just rolled her eyes and kept walking. She was almost out of there.

The fourth guy then shouted, he could do that as there was literally no one in the parking lot except them and her, "Kya figure hai is item Ka. Hayeee. Jaaneman, zara paas toh aa, teri saari pyaas bujha denge, ek baar palat ke to dekh." With this Kajal snapped and turned around, deciding to tell them off and started to walk towards them. "Arey bhai, ye toh apni taraf aa rahi hai, hayeee, fida ho gayi ye to". As Kajal stood near them, they formed a circle around her.

"Aap logo ko sharam nahi aati ladkiyo se Aise baat karne mein?". One guy smirked with his stained teeth and said "Tereko sharam nahi aati itne itne sey kapde pehenke? Itne chote kapde pehenke gaand hilake chalti hai aur fir puchti hai ki sharam nahi aati kya?". They all started laughing. Kajal felt angry and humiliated. "Dekho. Mai Jo pehnu Wo meri marzi hai. Aur kya aap apne maa, behno se aise baat karte ho kya?".

Another guy said, "Kapde teri marzi toh teri jaisi maal ko taadna bhi humari marzi, itne chote Aur tight kapde pehene ki toh log taadenge hi na?. HAHA. Kya samajhti hai pata nahi khud ko, gaand hilana aata hai sirf." Kajal just stayed silent.

Another guy said from behind, he whispered in her ear and was standing very close, "Ab hum roz tereko chedte hai, tu fir bhi roz Randi saman kapde pehenke humara Lund khada karti hai. Maza aata hai kya ye karne se tujhe?" Kajal just couldn’t speak anymore as they were examining her all the way and overpowering her. Kajal felt vulnerable.

They began closing in on her. Kajal could smell their stench. "Haha. Hume pata hai tere ko maza aata hai hume satane mein, isliye roz ye sab pehenti hai”, a guy said as another held her by her waist.”Tum hi class randiya sab ek jaisi hoti ho, upar sey bohot attitude dikhati ho, par chut mein bahut khujli hai tere, humein pata hai. Tujhe asli mard Ka lund dena hoga tab thikane ayegi’. Kajal was shell-shocked.

Her body started betraying her. Why was she enjoying this? Why was she getting wet and sweating? Kajal couldn’t say a word even though she wanted to scream. Kajal had never been treated with such derogation. She had always been pampered by her parents and other guys.

As Kajal was thinking this, the four guys were already touching her everywhere and Undressing her. “Dekh randi ek second mein chudne ke liye maan gayi. Hahahahah”. Maybe her body missed being dominated.

"Ahhhh. Kya naram aur badi gaand hai yaar iski". The guy said while brutally squeezing her ass. Another put his hand inside her shorts and began caressing her pussy. "Bhai ye toh abhi sey gilli ho gayi hai. Kya Randi hai Kasam se". Kajal could smell their dirty smells and feel their uncouth hands feeding on her like animals. She was sandwiched.

A guy who lifted her top and was caressing her boobs said, "Bhai Randi nei bra tak nahi pehna tha. Bohot Maza aata hai na tereko lund khada karne mein, ab dikhate hai tereko. Chalo isse apne adde mein leke jaate hai aur mast Maza lete hai iski gori chut ka." Kajal felt very humiliated.

They treated her like an object, and she enjoyed it. Kajal also began responding to their touches and moving her body as two of them dragged her and sat with her in the backseat of a very old car. As one guy revved the engine, She was both excited and apprehensive of the prospects.

Kajal sat there in the car's backseat. The car smelled a lot like alcohol and had cigarette butts all around, but that was the last thing she was thinking about. She was sandwiched between two guys who had spread her legs and were touching her silky soft body everywhere.

Kajal had not been touched by any man for a few days, So she let alone such disgusting ones, ideally she should never even look at them, She should have standards, but she was strangely turned on, she don't know why.

"Ahhh. Kya mast boobs hai iss item ke", a guy said as he took her top off and threw it on the floor. Kajal could feel his saliva on her boobs, he was very wild and also bit her nipple. That made her moan and bite her lip somehow.

The other guy had his rough hands inside her shorts and panties and was massaging her pussy. "Kya chikni Chut hoti hai in high class itemo ki, ek bhi baal nahi hai saali ka idhar." That made her girate her hip and increase the effect of his fingers.

At the same time, the guy in the Co driver seat turned around and said, ‘Haha, dekh toh Kitna Maza aa raha hai iss randi ko boobe chuswakar, khujli toh dekho chut mein, bas bematlab ka attitude dikhana hai. Aagai na aukat mein?’.Everyone started laughing. Kajal should have been feeling extremely humiliated, but She couldn’t control her raw emotions and let out another loud moan, ‘AAHHH’. ‘Hahaha, randi hosh mein nahi hai ab’.

Then after a while, Kajal suddenly came to her senses and asked, ‘Aap log mujhe le kaha ja rahe ho?’, by the time Kajal was completely naked and was a playtoy for the two at the back, all her clothes, however few, were being stomped on.’Arey, wo sab hum dekh lenge randi, tu bas apna chudne ka kaam kar’, the co driver said. ‘Par, par mujhe ghar 4 ghante mein pahunchna hoga’, Kajal said.

The guy got frustrated and said ‘Kitna bolti hai randi tu, bola na hum dekh lenge, aukat mein rehna seekh, aawaz niche, aur apne muh ka sahi istemal karna seekh, samjhi?’ He said while looking right into her eyes, Kajal felt intimidated and stayed silent.

He said again, “Behri hai kya saali, bol haan.” Kajal said "Haan’. He smiled and said, "Lund do yaar sali ke muh mein, bohot bol rahi hai’ and turned ahead, by the time the other two guys had their disgusting dicks popped out and put her hands around them.

"Chal randi, shuru ho ja. Kafi experience hoga tujhe toh", he said. He was right, but the dicks Kajal had sucked smelled better and were a bit smaller. They had approximately 8-inch dicks and her hand didn’t even go around them.

Out of nowhere, one guy slapped her, "Arey? Samajh nahi aati kya ek baar mein? Shuru ho ja’, the guy on her left said. Kajal apparently had no choice, so she began sucking the cock of the person on her left and caressing the one on her right.’Ahhh, meri biwi 15 saal mein nahi maani, aur saali randi ko ek second nahi laga’, he said, everyone burst into laughter. The driver said, "Mujhe pata tha saari high-class itemon ki chut mein bohot khujli hoti hai, aur bahut mast lund choosti hai’.

Kajal continued to suck his cock, her pouty red lips were beautifully wrapped around his black cock. She was going in and out at a slightly higher pace and had his dick all wet with saliva.

She began to enjoy it undoubtedly as at the other end she was being treated with a couple of fingers up her pussy as Kajal expertly stroked his cock with vigor, it evidently showed her interest in these men. "Ahhh kya lund choosti hai yaar ye, kasam sey, zara bhi sharam nahi hai’, he said and smiled at her with his red stained teeth and Kajal smiled back while his cock was still in her mouth and began making solid eye contact with him, submitting herself to his will.

"Bhai ab hume bhi Maza lene de iski service Ka", the guy fingering her, said. "Haan bhai, iss randi ka muh sabke liye hai na", they both chuckled and Kajal smiled as they lifted her body and mouth from his cock and feasted herself on the other side. It was like the same, dirty, hairy 8 inch black shaft with dried pieces of cum sticking on it, with a tinge of urine which she fell in love with a few minutes back.

This time Kajal changed her posture a bit and kept both her knees on the seat, hence her magnificent bubble butt which Kajal had worked on so hard for in the gym was directly served to a dirty man from the slum.

As soon as Kajal began to work expertly on the guy’s cock, he was filled with ecstasy, "Ahhh, kaisi chinaal hai bhai ye, besharam sali vacuum cleaner jaisa lund choosti hai." Kajal smiled at him as he said this and continued working on his cock as he pressed her face deeper into his cock which made her choke.

Her saliva was vehemently flowing down his cock and her face was red.

On the other side, the guy remarked, "Haha, randi ki gaand dikhane ki aadat abhi tak hai", as he slapped her ass and began to devour her pussy and asshole like an animal.

This continued for a few minutes after which Kajal felt the car stop. "Lo bhai, ab hume mein moka milne do iss randi ki service lene ka?", the driver said while stroking his cock over his pants and smiling at her. Kajal smiled back at him while playing with her clit.

Kajal couldn’t believe what was happening, from the most popular and hot lecturer in her college, to which a guy felt lucky to talk to, was being passed around by four dirty men from the slum as their fuck toy.