Thriller Builders Kuttiya

[slutkaran]

Chapter 3

The day after.....

My vision was blurry as I tentatively woke up. Almost in seconds I realised I was in a strange flat and that brought back flashbacks of last night. Dirty, messy, porno flashbacks. "Oh my fucking God!" I thought as my treatment at the hands of Pappu and Munna came flooding back. Brought to reality by the soreness in my choot and by the fact I was on a dirty sofa with no clothes on! (Someone had at least covered me in a blanket of sorts).

I leapt up off the couch. If it was still early enough, I could get out, pretend this was a bad dream (OK then, a fucking horny unforgettable dream!) and get out and never see these two arrogant bastards again. I knew it had been the most erotic, amazing experience of my life, one I would look back on scarcely believing I had actually done the things I had done but come on, shagging labourers in dingy flats was hardly me. I guess it was just something I needed to do, a reaction against a sorted and structured lifestyle, something like that anyway.

Almost clearing my head, I looked around quickly, my clothes scattered on the floor. I scooped up my crumpled skirt and threw it on. Not a minute too late, as the moment I'd zipped my skirt back up, I saw Munna grinning at me from the hallway. At least I'd had time to have covered half of my dignity up! An arm across my breasts barely completed the modesty job.
"Do Omelete bana, Chamiya' – three if you want some too," he shouted as I heard him in the toilet taking a pee and humming some tuneless nonsense under his breath, no doubt content in the happy knowledge that he got well and truly laid the night before by a bit of posh skirt.

A flash of indignation flooded across me. As if I was going to make them breakfast! I felt pangs of anger and shame at letting these arrogant morons have their way with me so completely last night. Anyway, they'd had their fun and yes, I'd had mine but now I was out of here. I stooped for my bra and the rest of my clothes to make my way out of there.

"Not so fast hun", said Munna, "Come on babe, I was only joking, we had fun last night right? No harm done, we all enjoyed it, what's the problem?" he smiled warmly, whilst putting his hand placatingly on my arm. Happy that at least I was now partially dressed, my bra back on, his words had the right effect - he was right wasn't he? I'm a single woman, I fancied the pants (literally) off these guys and I'd gotten carried away in the lust and alcohol of the night. No-one died, no-one got hurt. I smiled at him wryly as I had these thoughts, yes, it was OK....and it really was horny and dirty and really, I was quite pleased with myself, I'd managed to keep up with these two young, gorgeous studs. Not my usual type of guy but I guess a bit of rough now and then does a girl good right?

"So, how about that omelet, then?" he quipped. Deciding not to give the cheeky bastard a right hook, I rolled my eyes. I was taken in and disarmed by his charm and cheeky grin. "I'll do you some omelet and a cuppa and then I'm out of here, OK" I said, with a cheeky glare of my own. I recall questioning myself mentally as to why I did this. Hell, I didn't even cook for myself at home most of the time, why the need now to be so patronized by this bloke that I'd make him some food in his own flat? I even realise people reading this will do so and think, as if she would cook them food in their flat but hey, just telling it like it is. I guess you could conclude that without admitting it to myself I wanted to stick around and see what happened. Anyway, cook I did!

I made my way to the kitchenette, as that's all it was, messy and dirty, used plates and cups littered on the greasy work tops. I managed to find some eggs and bread and started to rustle up some breakfast. I chuckled to myself at what I was doing. In a bachelor pad with two rough builder types, in a scruffy flat I didn't even properly know the location of. Not my usual Saturday morning of lattes and giggles with the ladies and a spot of shopping in town. The girls would laugh at this. Strike that, they wouldn't because I wasn't going to tell them!

I'd just about finished the omelet when turning around I got the shock of my life. Just as he had done last night, Munna was standing near me sporting a raging erection, grinning from ear to ear and slowly and deliberately wanking that gorgeous lund brazenly in front of me, delighting in my flustering, seeking out eye contact with me.

"Oh my God, shit – what do you think you're doing," I stammered, "Breakfast and that's it I said, I don’t even know why I agreed to that...what do you think I am, I'm out of here!" I shouted as I hurried to get to my bag and make a quick exit. I hoped he hadn't noticed that I had hardly taken my eyes off that gorgeous lund the whole time I was talking, sticking out vertically and erotically in his hand. He obviously had noticed though. Thinking about it I may as well have had a sign on me saying, 'I love your lund, please give it to me all over again.'

"Whoa, come on, what's the harm?" he said reaching for, and grabbing my hand. He was a fast mover, he had his tongue in my mouth, and without knowing how, my hand was wrapped around his pulsating lund. All the feelings from last night came rushing back, my mind was screaming "Get Out" but oh that lund, it felt so big and alive, I wanted it, I needed it all over again. The attempt at resistance I put up really was pathetic. My fingers were running up and down the thick, throbbing shaft before I could even stop myself, it felt so alive and thick in my hand, his tongue uncontrolled in my mouth, my breath quick, and all the determination to get out of there totally evaporated, if it was ever really there at all.

I think I amazed us both equally by what I did next. Even though it seemed at times to me last night as though both guys knew everything that I was going to do before I did it, I'm certain Munna still expected me at that moment to recover my senses, pick up my things and run. Perhaps the best he thought he would get was a cheeky snog and the opportunity to laugh at my expense as I made my escape. I found myself having other ideas entirely.

I pushed him gently away and broke the kiss. He thought I was trying to escape at that point but, keeping full eye contact with him, I slowly sunk to my knees. A look of triumph spread across Munna's face as he realised what was about to happen and he could prepare for another lund choosai. (I couldn't even remember how many times I'd sucked him last night!). In that moment I had so many mixed and horny thoughts. He was such an imposing, masculine guy, hard body and throbbing lund and it brought out all kinds of strange feelings in me, the main one being that I wanted him to use me, take me, have his way with me and see me enjoying being used and submissive to his will. I pushed that to one side though, as I set about my task.

"Ohh, I knew you were a filthy randi," Munna said as he started to enjoy my attention and settle in to the feeling of my warm mouth working his shaft, a feeling he would soon be very familiar with. I wanted to do this well and show off my skills.

I slid my tongue right over his balls and popped them into my mouth, sucking on them like such a greedy Kuttiya. My tongue slid slowly and lasciviously right across his long shaft, the veins along his lund feeling huge against my tongue. I heard a low groan as I popped the head of his lund in my mouth, trying to get my tongue to roam around it as much as I could with my mouth full. He began to hold my head as my mind swam in lust and desire. I met his gaze as often as I could, there was something primal in the eye contact, I was telling him via my lusty eyes that I wanted to be here, on my knees in front of a muscled stud, his lund sliding in and out my mouth and down my throat.

The impetus slipped from me to him somehow as now I was just holding my head still (helped by his firm hand on the back of my head!) and my mouth open, as he slowly but steadily forced his bulging lund into my willing mouth. I was so completely aroused by seeing his hips and powerful torso move in time with me so he could arrow his thick lund into my mouth. My eyes started to stream and occasionally he pulled right out so that my spit and his pre-cum dripped down my chin. He teased me with his shaft.

When not in my mouth, he pressed it flat over my cheeks and my lips; I think it amused him seeing me there straining to get his stiffness back into my mouth. Whenever he went for a sizeable thrust, I felt his heavy balls slap again my chin. I think the sight of me like that, coughing and spluttering over his lund, tipped him over the edge. I felt his lund thicken and tense even more and I knew I was about to get messy all over again.

"Here it comes bitch," he said, now wanking furiously, the head of his lund only an inch from my mouth, my eyes full of lust just watching avidly. "Open!" was all he said hurriedly. I did dumbly, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, I wanted to taste him, to feel it splash all over me. He threw his head back and he struggled to maintain his balance as his knees gave way. He grunted loudly, his hand a blur as he tossed himself off over me.

A hot jet of his cum flew over me and past my head somewhere. The next one hit the target, coating my upper lip and my teeth. Just before the third jet, he pushed his cock head back in my mouth and I felt the rest of his cum blast into my mouth as I closed my lips greedily over his shaft. He left his lund buried in my mouth as his orgasm continued and then subsided. As he pulled out, I swirled my tongue over his shaft to mop up the remaining come from his lund. I even licked all the way down his shaft and across his balls again, now drooped into his large sack as he'd emptied them all over me. He smeared his lund over my lips and cheeks as his eyes pierced into me. I think he was staring in surprised wonder and some appreciation at realising what I'd just done.

"Wow, you filthy fucking Kuttiya," I heard from just behind me. The lust filled tension broken for a minute. Shit! I'd forgotten Pappu was even here, he'd obviously been watching me whore my mouth out again. Still on my knees, the two guys high fived and whooped in unison, the bitch is getting it again I imagined they were thinking.

"My turn fella," he said to his dost as if to emphasise that the issue of me pleasuring him wasn't even an issue, well, it wasn't I guess.

I was in a complete daze. I saw one lund moving away from my mouth and looked up to see Pappu standing there instead of Munna. He had on only a pair of white boxers, tented up erotically and he looked down at me Leeringly. "I want you to pull these pants down and suck my lund. Show me what a cheap Kuttiya you are, show me how much you want to suck this dick." His words made my head swim in erotic fog, by doing this I was proving he was right, sucking two guys off, on my knees, in a dirty flat, was I a Kuttiya?

I already knew the answer deep down. For some reason, I felt the need to stare into his eyes. I was almost telepathically saying to him I am a Kuttiya, a randi and I'm going to prove it right now by sucking you off on my knees before you. With those thoughts racing around my messed up head, I slid his boxers down, having the problem of getting around his hard on but groaning in appreciation as it sprung free in front of my face, struggling to focus as my mind was mashed in warm lust.

What a Kuttiya I felt, I hardly even paused for breath. I still had Munna's cum dripping down my face and here I was again, my mouth full of lund. I gave him the same treatment as Munna, probably more. I was consumed by lust again, my filthy thoughts swirling around my head - suck his lund, I love it in my mouth, pleasure this gorgeous, arrogant, hot looking stud, take another load over your Slutty face, show them what a filthy, dirty, cheap randi you've always wanted to be.

As I continued sucking, Pappu moved behind me. He unclasped my bra that I'd only had only for about ten minutes and mauled my tits roughly from behind. He lifted my skirt up over my hips, his hand quickly finding my cunt. I was soaking wet again and Munna must have felt me moan across his shaft as I felt Pappu's fingers slide easily up me with no resistance. He fingered me roughly three or four times but then pulled them out. He laughed as he noticed I'd already started bucking my hips to his fingers and he saw my frustration that he'd just as suddenly taken them away.

"I think the Kuttiya wants to be fucked," Pappu said to Munna.

"Tough, she's getting this in the same place as she got yours," Munna replied, building his pace up as he started to hump my mouth. "Come on, take my lund you dirty randi," he cried, enjoying his lund choosai more and more by the second. I was too far gone with lust to care what he said, Pappu was fucking my mouth and instead of being horrified, they could both see I was doing my level best to take anything he had.

It wasn't long before I took his cum again. Instead of pulling out, he just grabbed my head and kept his lund in my mouth as he unloaded. I was struggling for breath but I managed to swallow any juice I felt in there and take the rest all over the inside of my mouth. No standing on ceremony again, when he was done and happy that I'd sucked him dry, he just pulled it out and folded it back in his boxers. "Make sure you swallow all of that," Pappu said. I almost laughed at the fact that I already had done, even before he'd even said it. I almost opened my mouth to show him my empty mouth but stopped myself.

Licking my lips to mop up the excess cum, I looked up at both guys. They had broad grins on, they leered at me. What must I have looked like, on my knees, my skirt still hitched over my waist, my tits hanging out, and the cum of two guys god knows where all over me. My face was bright red in shame, it was like they had broken me or something. We all knew I was a randi for their lunds and I knew I was on heat.

This treatment should be shocking me. I am an executive business woman, I have a high powered job, I have a sports car, I date and I lunch with the girls. I don't crawl around on my knees being some kind of personal cocksucker for scruffy guys I pick up in clubs. Hell, this time, I can't even blame alcohol.

I had those thoughts a lot over the next few weeks and the irony of me thinking them just after I'd just been filled full of their come again was not lost on me.

"I guess you'll want fucking too?" Munna quipped, a lilt of a laugh in his voice. It was a question. Both guys looked at me to see what I would say. They all knew I wanted it, I knew I wanted it, I needed my own release but I couldn't bring myself to ask to be fucked, it was filthy and degrading. I was on heat though and I needed it. What to do. Pappu helped me out.

"Tell you what," he said to Munna, "She can finish of that breakfast and then we'll give her what she wants." I looked to Munna, he nodded in compliance with that Leering smile he has.

Humiliated and cheeks burning in indignation again but needing and wanting more, I scrambled to my feet and went back to the kitchenette. My supposedly intelligent and cultured mind was screaming at me. Are you going to let them do this? They've just told you to make them breakfast and as a reward, they will allow you the pleasure of being fucked by them!? What the fuck are you thinking, girl? Again, I knew what the outcome would be. Even as I was preparing the food, my mind was turning to thoughts of being taken hard by them, my choot shivered in anticipation, I needed their lunds inside me, roughly, dirtily, any way they wanted to have me.

Like some kind of dutiful serving girl, I brought the guy's breakfast and tea in. Munna motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him, giving a mock air of some sort of royalty beckoning a servant.

"Take that skirt off and spread your legs as we eat this, I want to see where I'm going next." He said as he noisily devoured his food. I felt like I'd lost any will at this point. I slid down the chair, my skirt off, and opened my legs, presenting both guys with a perfect view of my choot. I couldn't help myself, I started rubbing my clit, replaying mental images of me on my knees with their lunds in my mouth as my excitement built again. I felt humiliated by doing this in front of them but it didn't stop me, it made me hornier, I had my legs wide open and my fingers were rubbing my clit for all I was worth.

My head was swimming, my choot throbbing, my need for release total. Countless times my mind tried to remind me that I was demeaning myself in front of two Leering blokes, somehow this just made me hornier. I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I screamed out and felt my legs almost bend inward in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through my body, my back arched in what felt like an unnatural position. I must have been cumming only for a few seconds but it felt like an age. The two guys found this hysterical, the exchanged bemused but delighted looks. They couldn't believe what they'd just seen, they were astonished and highly amused.

As my pleasure finally subsided, i felt a rough hand on my inner thigh. I glanced to my left and was consumed by lust again. Pappu was sitting next to me sporting a semi hard lund. I may have licked my lips looking at it.

"Seen as I've only just come in your mouth, you'll have to help me out with this first," he said to me, glancing down at his lund and shaking it mockingly in front of me. I hardly noticed any more how disrespectfully they were talking to me, or I didn't care, or I liked it!

All pretense now gone, I practically jumped between his legs and planted my mouth over his lund. He drove me wild by what he was saying, "I'll fuck you when you get me hard enough. As soon as you feel me as hard as I was before, you're going to slide it up that dirty cunt of yours."

Driven wild with lust, I sucked for all I was worth. Luckily, this guy was a bit of a stud, he was hard again in no time. Like a performing seal waiting for a reward I popped his lund out of my mouth urgently, stood up to face him and spread my legs for his lund. "Turn around the other way Kuttiya, I want Munna to watch you being fucked." I did, without hesitation, and I grabbed the base of Pappu's lund, squatted down and let out a guttural scream as his thick shaft disappeared all too easily up my soaked choot. Not stopping my descent over his thick pole until I felt the cushion of his balls underneath me, his lund splaying my hungry cunt wide, I began riding his big shaft.

I rode his lund enthusiastically, each downward thrust for me made it feel as though his dick was going to split me in two. I was told to play with my clit as I rode him, so I did. Bouncing on his big dick, I saw Munna opposite me, enjoying the free porn show of a woman lost in lust, ramming a lund up her cunt and playing with her clit.

I watched him watching me, his eyes torn between watching his friend’s lund disappear up my hole and taking in the sight of my heavy tits lurching up and down violently as I fucked myself silly with that gorgeous lund. He had a lustful smirk on his face as I gave the bastard a front seat free porn show knowing he would get his turn soon too. Pappu had his hands underneath my legs, opening them up as much as he could, no doubt giving his friend an excellent view of his pole sliding deep in and out of my crack.