23-02-2019, 09:59 AM
Chapter 4
I had a nice view myself. The porn show was working on him, his own big dick was now throbbing again in his hand. He looked at me smugly as he caught me staring at his hard-on and his look told me he was going to enjoy my choot again, not just after I had gotten Pappu off, but over and over again....
Instead of making Pappu come there and then, the guys had different ideas of what was going to happen. Apparently I had to take turns riding their lunds. They told me it was a new game called a 'lund dash', later changed to much amusement on their part, to the 'dick dash'.
For my first 'dash', I took the four or five steps over to Munna. He was beginning to revel in this more and more. "Tell me what you want," he quipped, all too aware of exactly what I wanted. I couldn't take my eyes off that throbbing dick in his hands. "Don't piss about," I implored, hoping he would relent and let me ride him. "Tell me exactly what you want, or you won't get it, randi!" he spat out at me. I was humiliated, annoyed, frustrated, but beyond turned on and desperate.
I don't think I even consciously thought the words that I then blurted out, "I want your fucking dick inside me....I want to sit on that fucking big pole and ride it, you fucking bastard, I want my dirty cunt to slide over your dick and take it all..." In a mental fog again, I can't even remember the rest of what I said, suffice to say, I'd sufficiently humiliated myself enough for him to permit me ride his lund. He withdrew his hand, gave me an arrogant wave as if to say, hop on! I practically jumped on his dick, greedily gripping it and sliding down hard on it so it filled me completely. He quickly gripped my hips to give himself some real leverage to get right inside me but was then happy for me to hump him while he sat back and enjoyed the sensation.
Both guys found it hilarious every time I was instructed to hop off one, and take the few steps across the room to take the other. Each time they asked me what I wanted, each time I confirmed I would very much like their hard lund deep inside me please, thank you very much. This lasted about half an hour as they toyed with me, taunted me, whistled me over and had mock rows over whose turn it was in their Kuttiya's cunt.
For an encore, I was made to kneel in the centre of the room as both guys stood either side of me. Initially they has me grab a lund in each hand and start to toss them off. I added my own touch every so often, my tongue lapping teasingly over the lunds and their balls. A few minutes in and they pushed my hands off them. They decided they wanted to wank themselves off over me. I just knelt there, my anticipation rising as I watched two raging erections close up. They couldn't have timed it any better as they managed to unload in my face within a few seconds of each other. Shrieks of congratulations and a congratulatory high five came from them both along with my face full of hot come once more.
My last act of Sluttiness of that day came as Pappu realised that some of Munna's cum had missed me and landed on his stomach. He didn't even bother to ask anything just made eye contact with me and pointed at the splash of come. I dutifully licked it off, swallowed and we were done.
My mind was a mass of shame and confusion as I was finally allowed to leave without having a lund waved in my face. Munna had taken my phone out my bag and added his and Pappu's number. He kicked my gaand as I wiggled out exhausted, sore and spent and he told me he would be in touch very soon. I was so confused I didn't know if I thought that was good, or very, very bad but I had no intention of being in this situation with these two again.
Problem was, I knew I wanted it. Badly. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life; I needed to do it again.
Over the next two weeks, I tried to get on with my usual, bland, respectable and safe life. I got on with my executive job, drove my expensive car, lunched with my ladies and resumed my steady normality. The big difference? I would get a text message every day at 9am on my mobile phone. A dirty, suggestive, disgusting and horny text message. I've still got the first one I received saved on my phone:
"Morning randi, when we are good and ready we are gonna fuck you all over again, every hole this time, I know you want it. We saw last week how much you love lund xx"
I got texts like these every day for the first week, similar in tone, filthy and direct. You can guess the themes, what they were going to do to me, what a lund sucking Kuttiya I was. While getting these texts, and over the next few days, I thought back constantly to that weekend, I could hardly think of anything else. Not with shame and regret, I was glad to have experienced it. There was some fear, the experience had been totally new for me -- I was out of control and felt manipulated by the guys but also by my own needs.
I felt as though I'd opened something in my psyche that I wouldn't be able to control and might take me to some very dark places. I was at the same time, proud of what I'd done. Most of us have desires we never allow to come to the surface, or never get the opportunity, I had acted it out and, if I wanted to, judging by my daily dirty text, I would get plenty of opportunities to do so again. I either had to forget all about this or come to terms with it - why was I so horny and fulfilled by being treated like a randi, used like a cheap Kuttiya, laughed at by scruffy builders while they literally had their fill of me?
The truth? It turned me on like never before. I've said previously, my sex life hadn't been a complete write off up to that point but it wasn't amazing either. I had never been anywhere near the sexual bliss I had experienced that night and that morning. I'd have been much more comfortable being turned on by a nice, respectable guy from my own social circle who could supply me with good sex, as well as being an all-round decent, respectable man. Truth was though, it wasn't what did it for me. Rough sex with labourers did it seemed. Whatever I thought about it, it is what it is.
I found myself on porn sites of an evening watching gangbangs, threesomes, randi and Kuttiya clips. I also began reading bitch/humiliation stories daily, wishing I was the Kuttiya, being disgusted some times by the extreme stories but also very turned on and dizzy with lust.
I played with myself every night dreaming erotically of taking everything Munna and Pappu could give me, sucking their big lunds, riding them hard while they slapped my gaand, taking it in turns fucking my gaand hard, tying me up and using me every way they wanted. I seemed to spend the whole week wet, horny and light headed from the dirty thoughts.
Each night I went to bed I would recall the delicious image of Pappu, or Munna, or both, completely naked, their thick pulsing lunds sticking out at an erotically obscene angle, waiting for me to service them, taking whatever they wanted from me. At least twice that week, I had to bring myself to orgasm in the middle of the night. I was a mess of juiced up eroticism.
Then, on the next Monday, something unexpected happened, or rather didn't happen. No text! It was only then I realised the morning text had quickly become the highlight of my day despite my mock disgust at their contents. I checked my phone 50 times or more that day, I checked the SIM card, no message! My heart sank, they'd got bored, it was all just a playful game to them. This notion seemed confirmed to me by no text on Tuesday or Wednesday either. Maybe they'd given up. I hadn't sent any texts back....maybe I should have replied, maybe I should send them one? Just to make sure they were OK of course. I did. I just said, "No text anymore? Did you get bored?" and immediately regretted it. Why did I encourage them?
I didn't have to wait long for a reply, a text flashed back within a few minutes, "Just testing Kuttiya, you've proved you want more, we knew you would but needed you to prove it. Now tell us what you want and you can have it." I took a sharp breath, they were making me ask them for it, maybe beg them to be fucked, just like they did for the humiliating 'dick dash' thing they had me do. Did they know what I'd been thinking about constantly the last few days, or were they just chancing their arm hoping I would give it up to them?
I didn't know what to reply. I decided on not doing so at all, then felt I had to, wanted to. I settled on, "Same again, maybe?" and waited. A quick reply indicated that that didn't seem enough, "Not good enough Kuttiya. You have one more text left to convince us to bother with you again. Make it good, or we are done. Tell us exactly what you want from us". I was in a panic, they were making me beg. I didn't want to but that erotic thrill of humiliation and the need that I didn't even understand yet took over. I started the text that they still have today and that they show me regularly and have even made me repeat back to them:
"I want you both to fuck me, over and over, I want to suck your lunds as often as you want, I want you to use me, call me a Kuttiya, take me over and over, fill me full of lund, make me your randi. Please."
I clicked 'send' rapidly so I didn't have time to change my mind and then winced in shame and self-loathing at what I'd just sent. What the hell was I doing? Yet, how turned on do I feel right now! What is happening to me!? My face beetroot red with boiling hot shame as I imagined them reading that text. I pictured them laughing when they'd read it, probably even sharing the text with the other guys on their construction site, a badge of honour that they had a willing Kuttiya ready to be used by them. As much as I hated all these thoughts, I regretted being in the office as I felt an overwhelming urge to reach up my skirt for my choot again. It was throbbing between my legs.
I had a nice view myself. The porn show was working on him, his own big dick was now throbbing again in his hand. He looked at me smugly as he caught me staring at his hard-on and his look told me he was going to enjoy my choot again, not just after I had gotten Pappu off, but over and over again....
Instead of making Pappu come there and then, the guys had different ideas of what was going to happen. Apparently I had to take turns riding their lunds. They told me it was a new game called a 'lund dash', later changed to much amusement on their part, to the 'dick dash'.
For my first 'dash', I took the four or five steps over to Munna. He was beginning to revel in this more and more. "Tell me what you want," he quipped, all too aware of exactly what I wanted. I couldn't take my eyes off that throbbing dick in his hands. "Don't piss about," I implored, hoping he would relent and let me ride him. "Tell me exactly what you want, or you won't get it, randi!" he spat out at me. I was humiliated, annoyed, frustrated, but beyond turned on and desperate.
I don't think I even consciously thought the words that I then blurted out, "I want your fucking dick inside me....I want to sit on that fucking big pole and ride it, you fucking bastard, I want my dirty cunt to slide over your dick and take it all..." In a mental fog again, I can't even remember the rest of what I said, suffice to say, I'd sufficiently humiliated myself enough for him to permit me ride his lund. He withdrew his hand, gave me an arrogant wave as if to say, hop on! I practically jumped on his dick, greedily gripping it and sliding down hard on it so it filled me completely. He quickly gripped my hips to give himself some real leverage to get right inside me but was then happy for me to hump him while he sat back and enjoyed the sensation.
Both guys found it hilarious every time I was instructed to hop off one, and take the few steps across the room to take the other. Each time they asked me what I wanted, each time I confirmed I would very much like their hard lund deep inside me please, thank you very much. This lasted about half an hour as they toyed with me, taunted me, whistled me over and had mock rows over whose turn it was in their Kuttiya's cunt.
For an encore, I was made to kneel in the centre of the room as both guys stood either side of me. Initially they has me grab a lund in each hand and start to toss them off. I added my own touch every so often, my tongue lapping teasingly over the lunds and their balls. A few minutes in and they pushed my hands off them. They decided they wanted to wank themselves off over me. I just knelt there, my anticipation rising as I watched two raging erections close up. They couldn't have timed it any better as they managed to unload in my face within a few seconds of each other. Shrieks of congratulations and a congratulatory high five came from them both along with my face full of hot come once more.
My last act of Sluttiness of that day came as Pappu realised that some of Munna's cum had missed me and landed on his stomach. He didn't even bother to ask anything just made eye contact with me and pointed at the splash of come. I dutifully licked it off, swallowed and we were done.
My mind was a mass of shame and confusion as I was finally allowed to leave without having a lund waved in my face. Munna had taken my phone out my bag and added his and Pappu's number. He kicked my gaand as I wiggled out exhausted, sore and spent and he told me he would be in touch very soon. I was so confused I didn't know if I thought that was good, or very, very bad but I had no intention of being in this situation with these two again.
Problem was, I knew I wanted it. Badly. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life; I needed to do it again.
Over the next two weeks, I tried to get on with my usual, bland, respectable and safe life. I got on with my executive job, drove my expensive car, lunched with my ladies and resumed my steady normality. The big difference? I would get a text message every day at 9am on my mobile phone. A dirty, suggestive, disgusting and horny text message. I've still got the first one I received saved on my phone:
"Morning randi, when we are good and ready we are gonna fuck you all over again, every hole this time, I know you want it. We saw last week how much you love lund xx"
I got texts like these every day for the first week, similar in tone, filthy and direct. You can guess the themes, what they were going to do to me, what a lund sucking Kuttiya I was. While getting these texts, and over the next few days, I thought back constantly to that weekend, I could hardly think of anything else. Not with shame and regret, I was glad to have experienced it. There was some fear, the experience had been totally new for me -- I was out of control and felt manipulated by the guys but also by my own needs.
I felt as though I'd opened something in my psyche that I wouldn't be able to control and might take me to some very dark places. I was at the same time, proud of what I'd done. Most of us have desires we never allow to come to the surface, or never get the opportunity, I had acted it out and, if I wanted to, judging by my daily dirty text, I would get plenty of opportunities to do so again. I either had to forget all about this or come to terms with it - why was I so horny and fulfilled by being treated like a randi, used like a cheap Kuttiya, laughed at by scruffy builders while they literally had their fill of me?
The truth? It turned me on like never before. I've said previously, my sex life hadn't been a complete write off up to that point but it wasn't amazing either. I had never been anywhere near the sexual bliss I had experienced that night and that morning. I'd have been much more comfortable being turned on by a nice, respectable guy from my own social circle who could supply me with good sex, as well as being an all-round decent, respectable man. Truth was though, it wasn't what did it for me. Rough sex with labourers did it seemed. Whatever I thought about it, it is what it is.
I found myself on porn sites of an evening watching gangbangs, threesomes, randi and Kuttiya clips. I also began reading bitch/humiliation stories daily, wishing I was the Kuttiya, being disgusted some times by the extreme stories but also very turned on and dizzy with lust.
I played with myself every night dreaming erotically of taking everything Munna and Pappu could give me, sucking their big lunds, riding them hard while they slapped my gaand, taking it in turns fucking my gaand hard, tying me up and using me every way they wanted. I seemed to spend the whole week wet, horny and light headed from the dirty thoughts.
Each night I went to bed I would recall the delicious image of Pappu, or Munna, or both, completely naked, their thick pulsing lunds sticking out at an erotically obscene angle, waiting for me to service them, taking whatever they wanted from me. At least twice that week, I had to bring myself to orgasm in the middle of the night. I was a mess of juiced up eroticism.
Then, on the next Monday, something unexpected happened, or rather didn't happen. No text! It was only then I realised the morning text had quickly become the highlight of my day despite my mock disgust at their contents. I checked my phone 50 times or more that day, I checked the SIM card, no message! My heart sank, they'd got bored, it was all just a playful game to them. This notion seemed confirmed to me by no text on Tuesday or Wednesday either. Maybe they'd given up. I hadn't sent any texts back....maybe I should have replied, maybe I should send them one? Just to make sure they were OK of course. I did. I just said, "No text anymore? Did you get bored?" and immediately regretted it. Why did I encourage them?
I didn't have to wait long for a reply, a text flashed back within a few minutes, "Just testing Kuttiya, you've proved you want more, we knew you would but needed you to prove it. Now tell us what you want and you can have it." I took a sharp breath, they were making me ask them for it, maybe beg them to be fucked, just like they did for the humiliating 'dick dash' thing they had me do. Did they know what I'd been thinking about constantly the last few days, or were they just chancing their arm hoping I would give it up to them?
I didn't know what to reply. I decided on not doing so at all, then felt I had to, wanted to. I settled on, "Same again, maybe?" and waited. A quick reply indicated that that didn't seem enough, "Not good enough Kuttiya. You have one more text left to convince us to bother with you again. Make it good, or we are done. Tell us exactly what you want from us". I was in a panic, they were making me beg. I didn't want to but that erotic thrill of humiliation and the need that I didn't even understand yet took over. I started the text that they still have today and that they show me regularly and have even made me repeat back to them:
"I want you both to fuck me, over and over, I want to suck your lunds as often as you want, I want you to use me, call me a Kuttiya, take me over and over, fill me full of lund, make me your randi. Please."
I clicked 'send' rapidly so I didn't have time to change my mind and then winced in shame and self-loathing at what I'd just sent. What the hell was I doing? Yet, how turned on do I feel right now! What is happening to me!? My face beetroot red with boiling hot shame as I imagined them reading that text. I pictured them laughing when they'd read it, probably even sharing the text with the other guys on their construction site, a badge of honour that they had a willing Kuttiya ready to be used by them. As much as I hated all these thoughts, I regretted being in the office as I felt an overwhelming urge to reach up my skirt for my choot again. It was throbbing between my legs.
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