Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

I came instantly, strong and hard. My pussy contracted with the first shock wave of intense pleasure and spunk and cunt cream erupted from my open gash. It shot up several inches into the air like a geyser and then headed south to my open mouth. The aim wasn't great, being upside down, but most of it hit its mark. There was a large 'splosh' as it filled my eager mouth and splashed all over my face. My pussy erupted again with just as much force as the first time, as I came over and over. More hot creamy liquid shot from my body and cascaded down to my face as I swallowed the first load. It was thick and salty and tasted delicious. The taste of it made me cum even harder and the room started to spin. I had never cum so hard in my life. The build-up and the filthy acts I'd done had had a primal effect on me and I started to black out. They kept the pressure on my pussy as I came over and over, squirting like a fountain and convulsing and writhing on the hammock like an escapologist trying to remove a strait jacket.



I heard a huge roar come form the crowd as I came like a volcano, in an endless orgasm that felt like nothing on earth. My pussy contractions and intense feeling of pleasure never seemed to subside. The room started to close in on me and my vision blurred. I finally passed out mid orgasm and saw nothing but blackness.


I don't now how long I'd been out, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes. When I came round I was being cut down from the hammock and dropped onto the mattresses. The crowd had dispersed and people were leaving. I was covered in a thin layer of slimy liquid and wasn't sure if it was spunk or my own pussy juice.


I looked up at Victor and Sam as the checked to see if I was alright.


"She's coming round," said Sam.


"See I told you she was fine," replied Victor, "Did you enjoy your pussy eruption?" he asked me.


"Holy fuck! What happened." I asked, still feeling light headed.


"You passed out from your orgasm. It was too much for you."


"You're telling me. I thought my head was going to explode. I've cum hard before, but not like that."


"See we're not all that bad after all, once you get to know us," he laughed.


I suddenly felt like I was betraying Sunny Leone. I had thoroughly enjoyed my night of bang and filthy sex, but now started to feel guilty that I shouldn't have been so willing and eager.





Sam started untying me as I lay on the mattress recovering. Victor went over to fetch the camera from the table.


"You were incredible Kajal," Sam whispered to me. "Absolutely incredible. I've never seen anything like that before. You shot cum out of your pussy like a guy ejaculating. It was like you came in your own face. I'm still fucking hard now thinking about it."


I smiled coyly as Victor came back with the camera.


He held the back screen out so I could see it and back tracked to the moment I climaxed.


I watched in fascination as my cunt exploded and shot cum several inches into the air. The camera stayed focused on my pussy as the second squirt erupted and then a third. My own ejaculate was mixed with ten loads of freshly deposited jizz, most of which was now in my belly. The camera panned down and I watch my eyes roll back in my head, after swallowing and convulsing and I passed out.


"Pretty fucking impressive princess," said Victor. "Looks like I know how to make a girl cum after all."


"I've never climaxed like that," I replied. "I've been close to passing out, from pussy licking, but I've never actually passed out."


"You have now. Once you're untied you can get dressed and leave."


He threw a roll of tissues at me and walked off and starting packing the equipment away into a heavy duty transport case.


Sam finished untying me and I straightened my body out on the grubby mattress to regain some circulation. My legs, chest and arms showed rope marks from being tied for so long. I looked down at my pussy. It was slimy and sticky from the residue of my experience. I wiped it off with the tissues and shuddered as I rubbed over my clit. It was still ultra-sensitive. I cleaned myself up as best I could and dropped the used tissues onto the mattress. I could smell cum and still taste it in the back of my throat, it was as though I had bathed in it. I practically had.


"Where's my clothes," I asked, walking over to the table.


"Pauls gone to get them. They are still in the people carrier," said Victor, not looking up from his tasks.


"How do I get home?" I asked.


"Not my problem princess." He threw more things into the case, practically ignoring me.


"I wish you wouldn't keep calling me that. It just pisses me off."


"I know. That's why I do it."


"So you're' just leaving me here."


"Like I said, its not my problem. Get a taxi or something."


"I don't have any money."






"And you wonder why I call you princess," he laughed. "Call your girlfriend then. Maybe she'll still want you after what we've done to you. I'd probably take a shower first though, unless she likes a cummy pussy."


Paul arrived with my clothes and handed them to me. I slipped my dress on and my boots followed by my coat. I immediately felt more secure and confident.


"Bag?" I snapped.


Paul picked my bag up off the table and threw it at me. I missed the catch and it landed on the mattress in front of me.


"Useless bitch!" he said. "Typical woman. Only good for one thing."


I picked it up and fished my phone out. Paul and Victor stopped what they were doing and looked over at me, chuckling to themselves.


"What?" I hissed.


"Nothing," they replied, nudging each other.


I pressed the home button on my phone and looked at the display. My screen saver had been changed to a picture of me lying un-conscious with cum dribbling out of my pussy. Paula and Victors cocks were also in the shot, kneeling next to me. They must have taken it after they made their first film and dumped me in the broom cupboard..





"Sick fuckers! Fuck you!" I shouted , flipping them my middle finger and walking out of the double doors.


It was dark outside as I thumbed through my twenty seven missed calls and messages. They were all from Sunny Leone.


"Where are you?"


"You missed the pickup. Driver can't find you"


"Are you making your own way here?"


"Where are you?"


"You're worrying me now."


"Why aren't you answering?"


The list went on and on. Then she'd tried calling me. She must have been worried sick.


I looked back at the abandoned warehouse. It was in the middle of nowhere, no-one would have heard me shouting. The people carrier was there, but no other vehicles.


I rang Sunny Leone on the way to the main road, trying to find my bearings. She picked up after the second ring.


"Where the hell are you Kajal. I've been worried sick."


"Kidnapped and fucked like you did to me when we first met. Can you come and pick me up?"





"What? Who by? Are you ok?"


"I'm fine, just come and get me. I'll explain when you get here."


"Where are you?"


"I have no idea. Can you track my phone? I'm on an industrial estate in the middle of nowhere."


"I'll find you. Stay put."


The phone went dead just as the people carrier sped past with three men aboard.