Thriller Builders Kuttiya

[slutkaran]

Chapter 7

What was she? 25? Yet here she was ordering me around. Me, a 35 year old supposedly sensible, mature, professional woman being ordered around by a young strip of a girl. I obeyed instantly. I'll be honest, not once since I'd first set eyes on her, had I even considered not doing exactly what she told me. I'd gone there fully intending to do whatever the two rough rowdy builders told me, now my devotion had seemingly switched to this gorgeously intriguing, feminine girl I knew little about.

Kavita patted her knee and lifted her skirt just a little, so, I realised, I could prop my head on her knee without getting sperm on her clothes; a gesture more fitting to permitting a dog to leap on your lap. The skirt was expensive. I thought at the time that she had been for a job interview or perhaps was just home from her office job.

As I did as she demanded, she scooped a glob of come off my forehead with the long nail of her index finger and offered it to my lips. Like some sort of pet dog, I sucked her fingernail dry. She smiled in approval, inspecting it presumably to check for no sperm. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, she was thinking about what she wanted to see, safe in the knowledge that the guys were playing along for the fun of it and I was....well, I was a randi ready to do her bidding.

"Right...Munna. You've had no fun of your own yet apart from eating the randi's choot and an unfinished blow job. Fuck her. Now, from behind." She and I stared at each other as she gave the order. I could see she was fascinated by me, trying to read my mind for the effect her words had on me, fascinated by seeing if I was going to go along with all of this and already starting to realise that I was.

Only maybe 5 seconds later I felt his lund press hard at my wet bhosada, a rough hand making some attempt at pulling my choot lips aside. I screamed, part pleasure, part pain, as he gave no thought of easing his way up inside me, he just threw it up me, my head being jolted forward across Kavita's lap. She didn't seem happy at that and made sure I was pushed back where she wanted me. Facing me directly, allowing her to see my expression as I took my shafting.

Munna wasted no time, he fucked me like a dog, my whole body being jolted forward with each stroke, the fuck noisy from the sloppy sounds of my cunt stretching across his lund and my bum flesh slapping against him as he took me, his hands running up and down my legs, stroking my stockings. Sometimes his hands gripped my shoulders to give him extra leverage, sometimes pulling on my hair like he was riding a horse.

I took it all, my main pleasure coming from watching Kavita's fascination as she watched me getting such a rutting, hard fuck. Her face was one of amused sympathy and excitement for me as if to say, "Rather you than me girl, taking that sort of pounding." She stroked and toyed with my hair as Munna took me hard but throughout his fucking of me, Kavita and I had locked sight on to each other, staring, almost searching each other out. It was as if she was trying to work out why I was doing this and what I was and me, trying to work out why I had immediately allowed myself to do her bidding and what she wanted from this.

I continued to take the hard lund deep in my cunt, it was driving me wild as I concentrated on the feeling inside me, my choot being split open, yielding to that rock hard tool being forced inside it.

"Turn her over hon," Kavita said to Munna, as I saw her lift herself off the couch and hitch her skirt up. I just had time to notice she had a pair of regulation white panties and flesh coloured tights on. I did think she was going to make me lick her choot, that's what I hoped in that instant.

Instead she sat up on the couch and as Munna pulled his lund out with a disgusting 'plop', I was also sat on the sofa in front of her, between her outstretched legs, my back to her. I felt her hands lifting my legs up and apart. Both guys took a good look, one lund hard and angry, eager to resume its place inside me, the other flaccid from using my mouth earlier but I guess ready to spring into action again soon. My choot was wide open and on display, my stockinged legs stretched obscenely apart like a men's mag posing girl. Munna moved back in to claim his prize again, gripping his lund tightly.

"Come on stud," Kavita said encouragingly to him, "Fill her up, slam that hole! She wants a good, hard fucking, tell him you want a hard fucking Kuttiya" I couldn't speak at all so for once, I didn't obey but he didn't need to be asked twice. He kneeled between my legs and I looked down in lust and excitement as he fed his rod back up inside me.

As he penetrated me deeply in one urgent thrust, he pushed my legs back towards me and against his chest and shoulders, my feet now high in the air. Kavita removed her hands from my legs and began mashing my breasts, and teasing my nipples. I remember thinking how rough she was for a woman, I guess she was just giving me the treatment I wanted, in keeping with the rough way I was being taken.

Munna's thrusts continued. Kavita was teasing the hell out of my nipples and boobs, I was helpless between them, taking it, my body being shunted into Kavita in time with Munna's thrusts - probably one of the effects she was aiming for. Munna's pace got quicker. We all knew he was close. I knew I was close again, I felt my back lock in place, squeezing against Kavita. I shuddered to an orgasm again as Munna's lund pistoned inside me in time with Kavita pulling firmly on my hardened nipples, my breath completely taken away from me as I screamed loudly in pleasure. I wasn't given any time to allow my orgasm to subside. I assume Munna must have noticed my choot contract and throb around his shaft, no-one acknowledged it and he didn't stop his rutting of me at all.

"Turn her back over, fill her up from behind. I want to watch her as you fill her cunt" Kavita shouted at him urgently. At first I didn't think he would, he continued the hard hump for two more strokes but then on the 'out-swing' be pulled out completely.

I groaned at the withdrawal of his lund but didn't have time to think. Kavita had slid down the couch again, Munna had roughly flipped me right over back onto my knees and in less than a few seconds, had buried his lund back in me to the hilt. I was back to my original position, on my knees, between Kavita's legs with a stiff pole slamming in and out of me.

At that pace he was fucking me, no guy could last too long. I just held on until my slippery choot did its required job and milked his dick. Soon enough, I felt his hands grip my shoulders tightly as he thrust deep into me once more, groaning loudly. Kavita lent forward and stroked my face like a pet dog, "Come on Kuttiya, I think he's ready, take his spunk, take it all like the randi you are". She said it not in a nasty aggressive way, but in a curiously encouraging, kind way. I felt his lund, balls-deep inside me, his torso pressed hard against my bum as he locked me in position and I groaned myself as I felt his lund convulse and spurt as his goo flooded me. He stayed inside me a while, seemingly trying to squeeze every last drop of come into me, groaning loudly in pleasure as he unloaded his balls in me. What seemed like an age later, he forcibly withdrew his lund, my choot suddenly feeling very empty.

Kavita beamed me a bright smile. "End of round one!" she announced. I noticed her breathing was a little ragged and her face flushed, clearly turned on herself. Looking at me intently, she touched my arm," go and get yourself cleaned up hunni, we've a lot to get through. Be a love and sort us all some drinks out on your way back. Then we'll have the guys fuck you some more,"

Almost on auto pilot I got to my feet, "Yes Miss." I said as I sloped off to the bathroom, Munna giving my bare gaand a swat on the way past. Kavita a wide eyed broad smile. The significance of me calling her Miss not lost on her. I think she knew then she'd found more than she'd bargained for. I actually don't know why I called her 'Miss' -- perhaps too much time spent reading Kuttiya stories on Literotica. I certainly had no desire to call Munna or Pappu 'Sir' and they never demonstrated any interest in me doing so. It was just something that came out, I was fascinated by her and from nowhere, my fantasies all of a sudden seemed to revolve about doing her bidding. A desire made all the more appealing by the fact she was so much younger than me -- a little humiliating? Yes, Oh yes, yes, yes it was!

The emotions in me at this point were too complex for my basic writing skills to explain adequately. I was utterly turned on. I'd never done anything so erotic. I wanted all three of the others to see me being submissive to them, I wanted humiliation, I wanted them to laugh at me while I was being used. I wanted the power games in the room to be the three of them in control, with me being just the hired randi to be used.

They were in control, superior, I was the Kuttiya. I wanted to be the randi that serviced lunds and serviced Kavita's choot. I wanted them all to see me as a fuck toy, to be used whenever they felt the urge. Not politely requested but taken and used.

Kavita's presence there had ramped that up another level and put a complete twist on what I had expected to happen. Several times whilst being fucked leaning on her knee, I wanted her to lift her skirt right up and make me eat her choot. I wanted the guys to see my submission to her and revel in it, to powerfully demonstrate that she was the alpha female in charge- the boss of me. I really hoped she would once I'd dutifully sorted their drinks.

Dressed in what was to become my usual 'builder's flat attire' of just a pair of seamed black stockings, my face now washed clean of sperm, I returned to the front room. I had dutifully fetched the drinks that they had asked for and I was now nervously waiting to see what would happen next.

As I returned I remember thinking observationally that I was no longer even embarrassed by my lack of clothes and I no longer made any conscious attempt to cover my boobs or my pussy. It could even be said that I was quite happy to observe the guys in particular looking me all over hungrily. I felt like I was on a training course to be a submissive Kuttiya and these three were going to do the training. It felt only right that I was on display and available whenever they required me and I guess I didn't deserve or require modesty as I had willingly put myself in this situation.

Not that the guys were wearing anything either for that matter I should add. Both were surreally sitting on the sofa naked just watching TV. Munna's legs were wide open, scratching his balls the way guys do. Both the guy's lunds were limp and flaccid, having already emptied their balls over and in me. We all collectively knew that it was not going to be for the last time that night.

Kavita was sitting on the opposite couch, also watching TV but unlike the guys, still mostly clothed. As I came into the room, she motioned for me to join her on the couch.

As I did, obviously not thinking she needed to ask, she reached over possessively and gently fondled my right boob, her fingers rubbing against my still hard nipples as she gazed into my eyes deeply. Even back then, after only just meeting her, she had an astonishing effect on my mind. As I gazed into her eyes I felt pure longing. Not a romantic longing, but the longing, gut-wrenching need to serve her. I wanted her to use and humiliate me in front of these guys and delight in and enjoy the power I had seemingly given her over me. I really have no idea why I wanted it, I just did, and I was to get my wish that night, and a hundred times over after that.

"Well my filthy little Kuttiya," she began warmly, her fingers tracing all over my body including my inner thighs and top of my choot, "You've shown me everything I wanted to see. I can see you like taking orders, and taking anything I tell you to for that matter. I know it's what you want. I've had a chat to the guys a while ago and we have some brief rules for you to follow. I'll tell you what they are and if you agree you are to tell me so. Then I'm going to make you eat my cunt and the guys want your gaand." She said this with her own inimitable style of warm 'matter-of-factness'. Written here, her language may come across as harsh and dominatrix like but it never is, she delivers her commands to me warmly and often with an encouraging smile, it's just that she leaves no room for debate and there is none. It helps me obey; she speaks to me not as a piece of useless rubbish but as someone who almost sympathizes with my needs, understands I need to be used and does so, almost for my benefit as if it's something she wished she didn't have to do. It helps me feel that although dominant, she will look after me.

As she started this little filthy dialogue, I felt my breath taken from me by the excitement caused by her words. It was so much what I wanted. I waited for these rules feeling certain I would accept them. I wanted to taste her, I wanted the guys to bugger my gaand because she said they were going to.