Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat
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I got on all fours very slowly and crawled naked to the nearest crate. It was nailed shut, but some plastic stuff was bulging out of the slats in the crate. I poked at it. It was something powdery. Definitely not potato chips or snacks. I crawled to the next crate and poked through the slats. Same stuff. Soft and powdery. I checked a couple of more crates and felt the same thing. Is this what they were afraid the cops would discover? What was going on here exactly? I moved to another crate and found that the plastic packet with the soft powdery stuff had a small hole in it. I dipped a finger in and tasted it. And I felt a slight jolt in my brain.

An hour or so later, I was half-asleep as I felt the truck slowing down. I sat up. The truck stopped.

"I will show you what that cunt memsaab is capable of." I heard Lallan say.

The slot door opened soon.

"Shikha madam!! Get the fuck up!" I heard Lallan lustily say. It sounded like he had been drinking now that the truck had presumably left the city..

I opened my eyes and looked him. He gestured with his fingers to come out through the tiny slot. And I did. As I squeezed my naked body through the small space into the front, I saw Tony and Munaf staring hungrily at me from the front seat.

I was led down the truck. The men got down behind me, each of them groping my ass and tits. We were in a dark empty field a couple of hundred feet from the highway. The moon had just risen and that was the only light.

I stare back at the three men eyeing me hungrily, wondering if Kanta was going to be dragged down next. But it turned out I was only star of this particular session under the stars. Lallan had a bottle of hooch in his hand that he took a big swig out of and then he handed it to Tony. Lallan's hand then went to his waist. I knew what was coming. The belt slid out with a swishing sound.

"Come here." he said in that manic voice.

I had stopped pretending to dread it or hate it. He slapped me hard with his palm and then the back of his hand on my cheeks with full force. Sure to leave bruises. The two men, despite having seen the videos, seemed a little taken aback by the force with which their lowly colleague was manhandling a memsaab.

Even through the tears that involuntarily sprang up in my eyes, I looked at Lallan who made a gesture at the side of the truck. I knew what it meant. I could read his gestures and desires better than those of my husband. I bent in the waist grabbing the edge of the truck carriage. And I arched my waist just the way he like making my big creamy ass stick out under the moonlight.

"See this." Lallan said to the others.

SPLAT! SPLAT!

Two hard strokes of the belt landed on my ass. I cried out with pain but also arousal. Six more strokes landed in rapid succession with the other two men staring and also nervously chuckling.

"Check her cunt."

Munaf approached me and stuck his fingers inside me.

"Really wet! Wetter than before! She does like it." he said amazed.

"You try."

Munaf took the belt. And started whipping my ass too. But he didn't have the same power or intensity as Lallan, clearly holding back. He was enjoying this rare opportunity but he was clearly still wasn't the sadistic psychopath that Lallan was. It was the same with Tony Then Lallan closed out the whipping session with a dozen hard blows.

Delirious from pain and arousal, I was dragged to a grassy patch. Lallan first put the bottle of hooch to my mouth and held it until I had emptied the bottle.

"The booze helps loosen her asshole." Lallan said very matter-of-factly.

Munaf was on the ground with his pants off. I staggered even the 3 steps, almost losing balance, without any prompting. I slumped on top of him with my knees on either side of his waist. The men laughed with wicket delight as reached down with my hand and guided the thick dong into my cunt and started slowly riding him. He put his palms on my ass and squeezed. I winced because his fingers cause pains on the welts left by Lallan's belt.

"Tony. Try her ass. Spit on it a few times." I vaguely heard Lallan say. The booze was starting to course through my already battered system.

I only barely registered Tony's presence behind me. But I did feel his spit hit my ass and his fingers rubbing it. And then, even as Munaf's dick was sending pleasure waves around my cunt, I felt Tony's dick invade my asshole. And that first ever double penetration instantly sent me over the edge...

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