23-02-2019, 09:59 AM
Chapter 5
The phone binged noisily on my office desk. I scooped it up quickly. The response took my breath away, "Much better you dirty Kuttiya. Stay like that and we can have some fun. Be at the flat, 7pm Friday. Wear something sexy - black, seamed stockings, heels. You'll be staying over and were gonna fuck you as often as we want and how we want. You're the randi to be told what to do. Oh and as we won't be going out, bring some beers and pizza!"
Reading the text almost made me come instantly in my office chair, a delicious blend of abuse and humiliation and the offer of a lot of sex, even the cockiness to get me to bring them food and beer for the pleasure of letting them fuck me. Was I being charged for their services now? I should have been outraged and offended. On one level of course I was but I was overcome with humiliation and horny lust and those baser emotions were increasingly taking over.
My moral panic kicked in at first. Of course I'm not going, how could I? Time to forget this stuff, it's not for you, it's just a reaction to your staid and settled life, a silly whim, a fantasy that you were lucky enough to live for one night and one day, an early mid-life crisis perhaps. But all the while I was thinking all of that I also knew exactly where I'd be at 7pm on Friday - exactly where I was told to be, wearing exactly what they told me, ready to do exactly what they demanded of me, their own personal lund sucking Kuttiya.
The morning of the Friday arrived. I went to work but could not concentrate. I was horny and my Chaddis felt damp in my lust. People were phoning me, meeting me and asking me usual work stuff and all I could think about was the big bulging lunds of my two new favourite guys and me being putty in their hands, ready to give myself to them fully. “Meri Gaand phatne wali hai” was the only thought in my mind and I was going crazy thinking about it.
I left work early, went home and ran a bath. The warm water and my soapy hands rubbing my body sent me into sensual overload. I lifted my right leg so it was hanging outside the bath so my soapy hands could get at my clit while the other was teasing my breasts, my nipples hardening against my fingers. My eyes closed, I started imagining what was likely to happen, the builders stripped, sweaty and muscular, making me service them, taking me roughly in turns, together, in my mouth, in my choot, yikes, even in my gaand. I was going to give it all up for them, I wanted them to use and abuse me and give me everything they had. Within minutes, I was writhing in pleasure, my own fingers bringing me to a splashing orgasm, some of the water being thrown out the bath with my ecstasy. I knew it wouldn't be my last of the day.
I still couldn't say however that I knew for definite I was going to go. It's one thing to have a spontaneous fuck with two guys in the accidental, random manner as happened two weeks ago, quite another to go there, dressed like a randi, openly offering my holes to these guys.
Once I knocked on that door there could be no pretense whatsoever that I was going there to be fucked, I could pretend to myself or to them that, that experience a few days ago was just an interesting random occurrence as a result of too many drinks and some random events. This was planned, conscious and very deliberate.
The doubt continued all afternoon and evening. As I dried myself from my bath, as I shaved my well pleasured choot, as I put on my makeup and slipped on the required black seamed stockings. I looked in the mirror as I slid them on. "Looking every inch the randi there girl," I said to myself.
I grimaced as I chose the sexiest black lace underwear I had to match my stockings and tried to think whether the guys would want me in just hold ups or should I wear the full basque and suspenders job? I settled on hold ups but just the thought process again made me realise here I was dressing deliberately to try and please two rough construction workers. I had chosen the hold ups as the other gear would be too fiddly for them to get off me!
Nervously phoning a Ola taxi, nearly cancelling it twice, having to forcibly stand up, get to my feet and leave my house and get in the cab when it arrived. I was a total mess of nerves and doubts, only my lust and desire for what I would get in the flat keeping me moving towards them.
I'd also thought of my job and my social standing. My thoughts swirling around - Can I be sure none of my friends and colleagues would find out? Imagine what my closest friends Shweta or Revathi would think if they could see me now, in black stocking and lace Chaddis, about to visit two rough vile masons to offer them up my choot. It was so incongruous with my usual life that I felt certain they'd disown me. Better that actually than having to look at them ever again if they knew.
My job too. I was a business executive, a senior business executive. For reasons I won't go into, I didn't need to work financially but my job and my career were crucial to who I was. If anyone in work found out, I could be ruined career wise. I used these to provide myself with a final chance to back out and just tell the Ola driver to take me back. I didn't.
So, here I was, knocking lightly on the door of the flat I'd been in only two weeks ago getting my brains fucked out. I was light headed with nerves, shame, desire, lust and god only knows what else. I felt turned on already, my nipples rubbing against the thin lace bra, my choot already damp and moist. I'd deliberately wore few clothes, my lace underwear being hidden only by an above the knee skirt and flimsy vest top, a long coat protecting my modesty for the journey.
No answer for a few seconds from the door. Still time to leave, they didn't hear me, let's just leave girl....
The door opened wide, quickly almost like being 'busted open' from the inside. It was dimly lit inside and I had to squint my eyes to see what was in front of me. It was Munna at the door. He grabbed my arm, pulled me inside forcibly and took the pizza and beers off me. He hadn't let me even recover my balance before pulling off my coat.
I vaguely saw him pass the beer to Pappu who was close behind him. He wasted no time, my vest top and my skirt were stripped from me urgently as he pushed me onto the floor.. They'd clearly planned an ambush on me!
Munna unzipped his pants, and practically threw his lund into my mouth. I was moaning in fear, muffled by the stiffening lund now being pushed roughly into me. I got into rhythm with his thrust. It's a test I thought, he's seeing how much I can take. Aroused by two weeks of Kuttiya fantasies and self-induced orgasms, I was determined to see where this was going to go -- "well come on, shove it down my fucking throat you bastard," I thought.
He realised I'd recovered my composure, I wrapped both my hands around his gaand, feeling his firm buttocks with some pleasure and managed to slow him slightly so his dick went in and out my mouth more rhythmically. I could feel him relax in my mouth and his body release tension as my lips and tongue went to work on his shaft. He let me do this as the more rhythmical sucking of my mouth no doubt felt better for him than the struggle we started with as I'd got in.
I continued my work wondering if I'd actually be allowed into the flat. I was still in the small hallway by the front door! In all my speculation in my mind as to what would happen, sucking dick before I'd got into the flat proper didn't figure in my thoughts. My jaw was already aching, my stockinged knees sore -- I guess both of those are occupational hazards for a randi, I just expected at least to have been shepherded into the flat before it had started. I do remember laughing inwardly -- what was I expecting exactly, a bouquet of flowers before they romanced and seduced me into bed?
Pappu made his first appearance. As seemed usual for these two, his erect lund was hanging lewdly out his boxers. He looked at me in wide eyed wonder sucking his friend's dick so enthusiastically, his own dick swinging hypnotically towards me. I could see him taking in a full view of me. Dressed now in only my stockings, heels, lace bra and panties, Pappu moved in close and I reached immediately for his stiff erection. He pulled it away.
He joined me on the floor for a minute and, my main concentration still on the lund in my mouth, he quickly, roughly, removed my bra and pants. I felt the room spinning as I felt that touch they both had. It was rough, insistent, their fingers pulling my nipples, mashing my tits and then fingers pulling my choot lips apart and ramming them into my willing bhosada. It was the rough kind of touch that says I'm doing this for my benefit, not to please you, I want to pull your nipples, I want to finger your cunt, your pleasure is irrelevant, this is for me.
My desire to please and be used washed over me, I wanted to show them that over the last two weeks I had learnt how to be a submissive randi. Pappu had stood up again. I leaned across Munna and grabbed Pappu's lund. I began tugging on it with my left hand as I continued to suck on the other.
The phone binged noisily on my office desk. I scooped it up quickly. The response took my breath away, "Much better you dirty Kuttiya. Stay like that and we can have some fun. Be at the flat, 7pm Friday. Wear something sexy - black, seamed stockings, heels. You'll be staying over and were gonna fuck you as often as we want and how we want. You're the randi to be told what to do. Oh and as we won't be going out, bring some beers and pizza!"
Reading the text almost made me come instantly in my office chair, a delicious blend of abuse and humiliation and the offer of a lot of sex, even the cockiness to get me to bring them food and beer for the pleasure of letting them fuck me. Was I being charged for their services now? I should have been outraged and offended. On one level of course I was but I was overcome with humiliation and horny lust and those baser emotions were increasingly taking over.
My moral panic kicked in at first. Of course I'm not going, how could I? Time to forget this stuff, it's not for you, it's just a reaction to your staid and settled life, a silly whim, a fantasy that you were lucky enough to live for one night and one day, an early mid-life crisis perhaps. But all the while I was thinking all of that I also knew exactly where I'd be at 7pm on Friday - exactly where I was told to be, wearing exactly what they told me, ready to do exactly what they demanded of me, their own personal lund sucking Kuttiya.
The morning of the Friday arrived. I went to work but could not concentrate. I was horny and my Chaddis felt damp in my lust. People were phoning me, meeting me and asking me usual work stuff and all I could think about was the big bulging lunds of my two new favourite guys and me being putty in their hands, ready to give myself to them fully. “Meri Gaand phatne wali hai” was the only thought in my mind and I was going crazy thinking about it.
I left work early, went home and ran a bath. The warm water and my soapy hands rubbing my body sent me into sensual overload. I lifted my right leg so it was hanging outside the bath so my soapy hands could get at my clit while the other was teasing my breasts, my nipples hardening against my fingers. My eyes closed, I started imagining what was likely to happen, the builders stripped, sweaty and muscular, making me service them, taking me roughly in turns, together, in my mouth, in my choot, yikes, even in my gaand. I was going to give it all up for them, I wanted them to use and abuse me and give me everything they had. Within minutes, I was writhing in pleasure, my own fingers bringing me to a splashing orgasm, some of the water being thrown out the bath with my ecstasy. I knew it wouldn't be my last of the day.
I still couldn't say however that I knew for definite I was going to go. It's one thing to have a spontaneous fuck with two guys in the accidental, random manner as happened two weeks ago, quite another to go there, dressed like a randi, openly offering my holes to these guys.
Once I knocked on that door there could be no pretense whatsoever that I was going there to be fucked, I could pretend to myself or to them that, that experience a few days ago was just an interesting random occurrence as a result of too many drinks and some random events. This was planned, conscious and very deliberate.
The doubt continued all afternoon and evening. As I dried myself from my bath, as I shaved my well pleasured choot, as I put on my makeup and slipped on the required black seamed stockings. I looked in the mirror as I slid them on. "Looking every inch the randi there girl," I said to myself.
I grimaced as I chose the sexiest black lace underwear I had to match my stockings and tried to think whether the guys would want me in just hold ups or should I wear the full basque and suspenders job? I settled on hold ups but just the thought process again made me realise here I was dressing deliberately to try and please two rough construction workers. I had chosen the hold ups as the other gear would be too fiddly for them to get off me!
Nervously phoning a Ola taxi, nearly cancelling it twice, having to forcibly stand up, get to my feet and leave my house and get in the cab when it arrived. I was a total mess of nerves and doubts, only my lust and desire for what I would get in the flat keeping me moving towards them.
I'd also thought of my job and my social standing. My thoughts swirling around - Can I be sure none of my friends and colleagues would find out? Imagine what my closest friends Shweta or Revathi would think if they could see me now, in black stocking and lace Chaddis, about to visit two rough vile masons to offer them up my choot. It was so incongruous with my usual life that I felt certain they'd disown me. Better that actually than having to look at them ever again if they knew.
My job too. I was a business executive, a senior business executive. For reasons I won't go into, I didn't need to work financially but my job and my career were crucial to who I was. If anyone in work found out, I could be ruined career wise. I used these to provide myself with a final chance to back out and just tell the Ola driver to take me back. I didn't.
So, here I was, knocking lightly on the door of the flat I'd been in only two weeks ago getting my brains fucked out. I was light headed with nerves, shame, desire, lust and god only knows what else. I felt turned on already, my nipples rubbing against the thin lace bra, my choot already damp and moist. I'd deliberately wore few clothes, my lace underwear being hidden only by an above the knee skirt and flimsy vest top, a long coat protecting my modesty for the journey.
No answer for a few seconds from the door. Still time to leave, they didn't hear me, let's just leave girl....
The door opened wide, quickly almost like being 'busted open' from the inside. It was dimly lit inside and I had to squint my eyes to see what was in front of me. It was Munna at the door. He grabbed my arm, pulled me inside forcibly and took the pizza and beers off me. He hadn't let me even recover my balance before pulling off my coat.
I vaguely saw him pass the beer to Pappu who was close behind him. He wasted no time, my vest top and my skirt were stripped from me urgently as he pushed me onto the floor.. They'd clearly planned an ambush on me!
Munna unzipped his pants, and practically threw his lund into my mouth. I was moaning in fear, muffled by the stiffening lund now being pushed roughly into me. I got into rhythm with his thrust. It's a test I thought, he's seeing how much I can take. Aroused by two weeks of Kuttiya fantasies and self-induced orgasms, I was determined to see where this was going to go -- "well come on, shove it down my fucking throat you bastard," I thought.
He realised I'd recovered my composure, I wrapped both my hands around his gaand, feeling his firm buttocks with some pleasure and managed to slow him slightly so his dick went in and out my mouth more rhythmically. I could feel him relax in my mouth and his body release tension as my lips and tongue went to work on his shaft. He let me do this as the more rhythmical sucking of my mouth no doubt felt better for him than the struggle we started with as I'd got in.
I continued my work wondering if I'd actually be allowed into the flat. I was still in the small hallway by the front door! In all my speculation in my mind as to what would happen, sucking dick before I'd got into the flat proper didn't figure in my thoughts. My jaw was already aching, my stockinged knees sore -- I guess both of those are occupational hazards for a randi, I just expected at least to have been shepherded into the flat before it had started. I do remember laughing inwardly -- what was I expecting exactly, a bouquet of flowers before they romanced and seduced me into bed?
Pappu made his first appearance. As seemed usual for these two, his erect lund was hanging lewdly out his boxers. He looked at me in wide eyed wonder sucking his friend's dick so enthusiastically, his own dick swinging hypnotically towards me. I could see him taking in a full view of me. Dressed now in only my stockings, heels, lace bra and panties, Pappu moved in close and I reached immediately for his stiff erection. He pulled it away.
He joined me on the floor for a minute and, my main concentration still on the lund in my mouth, he quickly, roughly, removed my bra and pants. I felt the room spinning as I felt that touch they both had. It was rough, insistent, their fingers pulling my nipples, mashing my tits and then fingers pulling my choot lips apart and ramming them into my willing bhosada. It was the rough kind of touch that says I'm doing this for my benefit, not to please you, I want to pull your nipples, I want to finger your cunt, your pleasure is irrelevant, this is for me.
My desire to please and be used washed over me, I wanted to show them that over the last two weeks I had learnt how to be a submissive randi. Pappu had stood up again. I leaned across Munna and grabbed Pappu's lund. I began tugging on it with my left hand as I continued to suck on the other.
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