30-11-2021, 02:21 PM
“Aah..Aaj sab naya naya ho raha hai tere saath” he said as he pushed the glass against my lips. I felt the cold glass against my pursed lips and then felt the pungent liquor as Tejinder tipped the glass. The whiskey splashed against my closed lips and then spilt over from the side of my mouth onto my breasts.
To break my resistance, Fahim pinched my nipple tight and I squealed but still refused to open my mouth. The more I resisted the tighter the pinch got and in a matter of a few seconds I gave in. I opened my mouth to moan and immediately felt the whiskey rush into my mouth. Tejinder swiftly tipped the glass, leaving me no choice but to swallow the whiskey filling my mouth.
Anticipating my next obvious move, Fahim latched his mouth to mine as soon as Tejinder withdrew the glass, not allowing me the chance to throw up but instead let the liquor flow down my throat. His lips sucked on mine and his tongue snaked in and out of my mouth. My squeals of pain and disgust soon turned into moans of pleasure and as much as I wanted to deny it, Fahim was a good kisser.
He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me towards him and kissed me even more passionately. My urge to throw up and subsided and I reluctantly started kissing him back. His hand sneaked under the apron and cupped my left breast and started squeezing it gently, mindful of not hurting me, all the while kissing me with the passion of a lover.
It was such a contrast. Fahim was hungrily gulping down my booze and abusing me like a goon, forcing me to drink by pinching my nipple so hard that hurt like never did before and now he was kissing me passionately, cupping and squeezing my breast so gently; so much so that it evoked a reciprocal response from me.
It was also such a conflict. I was being held hostage in my own house by two escaped murder convicts who had their way with me in the morning. They made me lie to my maid and most importantly to my husband.
But at the same time, I did all of that myself too. I lied to my husband even if it was out of fear. I could have chosen to tell him the truth at the cost of my life and chose to end all this. I could have run out to the maid, even in the state of undress. She would have helped me, understood my state. But the truth is I didn’t do any of that. I chose to do exactly what they wanted me to do.
They did force me into submit to their carnal desires. I could have resisted with all the strength I could muster and go down fighting to save my honor than to give up but I chose not to do so. As much I as hate to admit it, I too got carried away. In the bathroom, they had their cocks in my mouth, they were the most vulnerable at that moment and I could have done a lot more damage to them before they did anything to me. I could have kicked, slapped and pushed them away when they bangd me. I could’ve screamed at the top of my voice to get someone to notice my hapless state but I didn’t.
And what I simply hate to admit is that by the second round in the afternoon, I too had somewhat become willing partner. What had started as bang had turned into multiple rounds of consensual and intense sex.
As much as I wanted to deny and convince myself of it, the truth was I stopped resisting then as the train of orgasms started. I let them have their way with me, I let them do whatever they wanted to do to even if it was with a false pretense of reluctance and defiance which didn’t affect them or which they could see through easily.
I did curl my toes and moan as they pounded me like I had never had been before. I did let them fuck me in whichever way they wanted. I didn’t shout or resist when they repeatedly flipped me over to either fuck me from behind or from the front.
I didn’t kick them in the face when they put my legs over their shoulders as they ploughed my pussy. I didn’t try to escape in those momentary breaks when they switched places. I didn’t open my mouth to scream for help but rather moan as they stuffed their thick, dangling cocks in my mouth. And I definitely didn’t fight back as they came again and again inside my pussy or my mouth. But rather, my mouth was wide open every time they pumped it full of semen which in the heat of the moment, I swallowed.
If they were criminals, I too was guilty and a criminal of my own actions as much I denied it. They had seen through my shit show of defiance and now the bitter truth had dawned upon me too. And now I was in my husband’s own special man cave, half naked, fervently kissing back a violent criminal. It was on this couch that my husband spent his alone time watching tv and drinking a beer or on weekends he played video games with my son. And here I was on the same couch getting played myself.
I heard Fahim snap his fingers at Tejinder even as he continued kissing me. My eyes were closed as if trying to shut out the reality and just go with the flow.
“Daru de.” I heard Fahim say to Tejinder before breaking the kiss.
I opened my eyes and saw Fahim take the glass almost half full with whiskey. He gulped down two large sips before looking at me and saying, “Le…pee le”
I opened my mouth just enough for the thin rim of the glass to fit right in and for the drink to flow in to my mouth. I looked up at Fahim as I slowly sipped on the whiskey. This time, it didn’t taste as strong as it did the last time. The last few minutes were so overwhelming that it made me thirsty and I drank the neat drink like water. I had never drunk whiskey neat; I always had it with a coke and a lot of ice to water it down. It was indeed a day of firsts.
I quietly gulped down three sips of the whiskey and just as the last sip was in my mouth, Fahim abruptly pulled back the glass and latched his lips on to my still open mouth. It was so sudden that I yelped and some of the drink in my mouth ended up in his. Not that he seemed to mind it.
As our saliva mixed in with hard liquor, our kiss got more intense. This time I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back while his hand roamed down to my pussy. My breathing quickened as I felt him lift the hem of the apron and his palm cup my pussy. I know I shouldn’t have done it but my body was reacting on its instincts when I spread my legs to give his fingers access to my nether region.
His thick finger easily slipped into my already wet pussy and started moving back and forth smoothly. His lips munched on mine while his finger flicked my turgid nipple under the apron.
Fahim broke the kiss and said, “Chal..isse utaar.” And brought his hand behind me to untie the apron. I tilted my head a bit to allow him to pull the apron off my neck. I was now again naked in front of my two captors; not that the apron did a great job at covering me but it did give a notion of being a covered.
Unlike in the morning, now I was far more docile, far more willing. I had realized that fighting and resisting these men was of no use. They were violent and unpredictable and were far stronger than me. Fighting back only provoked them into their beating me or fucking me mercilessly. I could see the difference. In the morning when I was fighting back, I was subjected to slaps, punches and a rough and inconsiderate fucking. But now that I had submitted to them and appeared docile, they too had let down their guard and it showed.
Fahim was sitting to my right and Tejinder quickly sat to my left and watched with childlike fascination as his friend cupped my right breast in his hand. My already erect nipple popped out even more as the grip around it tightened.
I looked at Tejinder and he looked at me. I had a particular hatred towards him. He was the one who found me hiding in the kitchen last night. He was the one who groped me and forced himself upon me. He was rough, violent and abusive and I made my disgust for him obvious in the morning. But now that I wasn’t resisting, he quickly finished his drink and joined his friend in fondling my tits.
I was in the ‘man cave’, my husbands’ favorite place in his house. I was sitting buck naked with my legs spread on the black leather couch where my husband sat playing video games or watching sports. I was indulging in adultery in this room with two men when I had never even had sex with my husband in this room. How shameful and disgraceful could I get?
My eyes were moistening up from those thoughts but I was quickly distracted my Fahim’s mouth. It was latched on to my nipple and sucking on it. Tejinder, too joined in but instead raised my arm, exposing my underarm. He touched his nose to my bare underarm before inhaling deeply, sniffing my scent.
He then put his tongue out and licked the entire length of my underarm. I had never had my underarm sniffed or licked and it felt ticklish and strange but equally arousing if not more. It was then that I realized that my underarm too could be my weak spot. It was altogether a novel, embarrassing yet exciting feeling to have my nipple sucked on one side and my underarm licked on the other.
My heaving breathing turned into sighs and then into moans, my hand unknowingly wrapped around Fahim’s head as he sucked on my heaving breast while Tejinder occupied himself with licking or rather relishing my underarm, dragging his raspy tongue up and down my shaved underarm. Maybe this was his first time with a smooth shaven underarm. I closed my eyes and let them have their way with me. I sighed and cooed, shivered and trembled as I felt their tongues one me.
Fahim subjected my breast to a plethora of moves. He flicked my taut nipple with his tongue, licked my areola and the flesh around and tightly sucked it, pulling my nipple with his lips. Like a predator, devouring his prey after a hunt, Fahim too devoured my flesh. He was completely focused on my tits, sucking them with such vigour, not stopping to look at me or even catch his breath but just occasionally groaning.
Both of them knew I was game and wasn’t going anywhere now. Now they could take their time with me, do anything they pleased to me and make me do anything that pleased them. In the morning, they ruthlessly fucked me into submission. It was more of a punishment than sex and it was their way of fucking the resistance out of me. Now that they had me hooked, they took their time with every inch of my body.
Wild dogs chase their prey, corner it, bite and paw at it till. The prey, exhausted then finally gives up, not able to resist anymore, not having the will to go on like that falls to the ground, watching as the wild dogs slowly devour him bite after bite, resigned to its fate. This analogy worked for me too.
These two wild dogs chased me, cornered me and broke down my resistance by first by violent slaps and punches; then cornered me by showing off their giant mandhoods in the bathroom and forcing me to touch them and from there on my resistance tanked with every minute of the clock and every hard thrust into my vagina. And now I too had resigned to my fate, watching as these two predators bite into my flesh.
To break my resistance, Fahim pinched my nipple tight and I squealed but still refused to open my mouth. The more I resisted the tighter the pinch got and in a matter of a few seconds I gave in. I opened my mouth to moan and immediately felt the whiskey rush into my mouth. Tejinder swiftly tipped the glass, leaving me no choice but to swallow the whiskey filling my mouth.
Anticipating my next obvious move, Fahim latched his mouth to mine as soon as Tejinder withdrew the glass, not allowing me the chance to throw up but instead let the liquor flow down my throat. His lips sucked on mine and his tongue snaked in and out of my mouth. My squeals of pain and disgust soon turned into moans of pleasure and as much as I wanted to deny it, Fahim was a good kisser.
He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me towards him and kissed me even more passionately. My urge to throw up and subsided and I reluctantly started kissing him back. His hand sneaked under the apron and cupped my left breast and started squeezing it gently, mindful of not hurting me, all the while kissing me with the passion of a lover.
It was such a contrast. Fahim was hungrily gulping down my booze and abusing me like a goon, forcing me to drink by pinching my nipple so hard that hurt like never did before and now he was kissing me passionately, cupping and squeezing my breast so gently; so much so that it evoked a reciprocal response from me.
It was also such a conflict. I was being held hostage in my own house by two escaped murder convicts who had their way with me in the morning. They made me lie to my maid and most importantly to my husband.
But at the same time, I did all of that myself too. I lied to my husband even if it was out of fear. I could have chosen to tell him the truth at the cost of my life and chose to end all this. I could have run out to the maid, even in the state of undress. She would have helped me, understood my state. But the truth is I didn’t do any of that. I chose to do exactly what they wanted me to do.
They did force me into submit to their carnal desires. I could have resisted with all the strength I could muster and go down fighting to save my honor than to give up but I chose not to do so. As much I as hate to admit it, I too got carried away. In the bathroom, they had their cocks in my mouth, they were the most vulnerable at that moment and I could have done a lot more damage to them before they did anything to me. I could have kicked, slapped and pushed them away when they bangd me. I could’ve screamed at the top of my voice to get someone to notice my hapless state but I didn’t.
And what I simply hate to admit is that by the second round in the afternoon, I too had somewhat become willing partner. What had started as bang had turned into multiple rounds of consensual and intense sex.
As much as I wanted to deny and convince myself of it, the truth was I stopped resisting then as the train of orgasms started. I let them have their way with me, I let them do whatever they wanted to do to even if it was with a false pretense of reluctance and defiance which didn’t affect them or which they could see through easily.
I did curl my toes and moan as they pounded me like I had never had been before. I did let them fuck me in whichever way they wanted. I didn’t shout or resist when they repeatedly flipped me over to either fuck me from behind or from the front.
I didn’t kick them in the face when they put my legs over their shoulders as they ploughed my pussy. I didn’t try to escape in those momentary breaks when they switched places. I didn’t open my mouth to scream for help but rather moan as they stuffed their thick, dangling cocks in my mouth. And I definitely didn’t fight back as they came again and again inside my pussy or my mouth. But rather, my mouth was wide open every time they pumped it full of semen which in the heat of the moment, I swallowed.
If they were criminals, I too was guilty and a criminal of my own actions as much I denied it. They had seen through my shit show of defiance and now the bitter truth had dawned upon me too. And now I was in my husband’s own special man cave, half naked, fervently kissing back a violent criminal. It was on this couch that my husband spent his alone time watching tv and drinking a beer or on weekends he played video games with my son. And here I was on the same couch getting played myself.
I heard Fahim snap his fingers at Tejinder even as he continued kissing me. My eyes were closed as if trying to shut out the reality and just go with the flow.
“Daru de.” I heard Fahim say to Tejinder before breaking the kiss.
I opened my eyes and saw Fahim take the glass almost half full with whiskey. He gulped down two large sips before looking at me and saying, “Le…pee le”
I opened my mouth just enough for the thin rim of the glass to fit right in and for the drink to flow in to my mouth. I looked up at Fahim as I slowly sipped on the whiskey. This time, it didn’t taste as strong as it did the last time. The last few minutes were so overwhelming that it made me thirsty and I drank the neat drink like water. I had never drunk whiskey neat; I always had it with a coke and a lot of ice to water it down. It was indeed a day of firsts.
I quietly gulped down three sips of the whiskey and just as the last sip was in my mouth, Fahim abruptly pulled back the glass and latched his lips on to my still open mouth. It was so sudden that I yelped and some of the drink in my mouth ended up in his. Not that he seemed to mind it.
As our saliva mixed in with hard liquor, our kiss got more intense. This time I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back while his hand roamed down to my pussy. My breathing quickened as I felt him lift the hem of the apron and his palm cup my pussy. I know I shouldn’t have done it but my body was reacting on its instincts when I spread my legs to give his fingers access to my nether region.
His thick finger easily slipped into my already wet pussy and started moving back and forth smoothly. His lips munched on mine while his finger flicked my turgid nipple under the apron.
Fahim broke the kiss and said, “Chal..isse utaar.” And brought his hand behind me to untie the apron. I tilted my head a bit to allow him to pull the apron off my neck. I was now again naked in front of my two captors; not that the apron did a great job at covering me but it did give a notion of being a covered.
Unlike in the morning, now I was far more docile, far more willing. I had realized that fighting and resisting these men was of no use. They were violent and unpredictable and were far stronger than me. Fighting back only provoked them into their beating me or fucking me mercilessly. I could see the difference. In the morning when I was fighting back, I was subjected to slaps, punches and a rough and inconsiderate fucking. But now that I had submitted to them and appeared docile, they too had let down their guard and it showed.
Fahim was sitting to my right and Tejinder quickly sat to my left and watched with childlike fascination as his friend cupped my right breast in his hand. My already erect nipple popped out even more as the grip around it tightened.
I looked at Tejinder and he looked at me. I had a particular hatred towards him. He was the one who found me hiding in the kitchen last night. He was the one who groped me and forced himself upon me. He was rough, violent and abusive and I made my disgust for him obvious in the morning. But now that I wasn’t resisting, he quickly finished his drink and joined his friend in fondling my tits.
I was in the ‘man cave’, my husbands’ favorite place in his house. I was sitting buck naked with my legs spread on the black leather couch where my husband sat playing video games or watching sports. I was indulging in adultery in this room with two men when I had never even had sex with my husband in this room. How shameful and disgraceful could I get?
My eyes were moistening up from those thoughts but I was quickly distracted my Fahim’s mouth. It was latched on to my nipple and sucking on it. Tejinder, too joined in but instead raised my arm, exposing my underarm. He touched his nose to my bare underarm before inhaling deeply, sniffing my scent.
He then put his tongue out and licked the entire length of my underarm. I had never had my underarm sniffed or licked and it felt ticklish and strange but equally arousing if not more. It was then that I realized that my underarm too could be my weak spot. It was altogether a novel, embarrassing yet exciting feeling to have my nipple sucked on one side and my underarm licked on the other.
My heaving breathing turned into sighs and then into moans, my hand unknowingly wrapped around Fahim’s head as he sucked on my heaving breast while Tejinder occupied himself with licking or rather relishing my underarm, dragging his raspy tongue up and down my shaved underarm. Maybe this was his first time with a smooth shaven underarm. I closed my eyes and let them have their way with me. I sighed and cooed, shivered and trembled as I felt their tongues one me.
Fahim subjected my breast to a plethora of moves. He flicked my taut nipple with his tongue, licked my areola and the flesh around and tightly sucked it, pulling my nipple with his lips. Like a predator, devouring his prey after a hunt, Fahim too devoured my flesh. He was completely focused on my tits, sucking them with such vigour, not stopping to look at me or even catch his breath but just occasionally groaning.
Both of them knew I was game and wasn’t going anywhere now. Now they could take their time with me, do anything they pleased to me and make me do anything that pleased them. In the morning, they ruthlessly fucked me into submission. It was more of a punishment than sex and it was their way of fucking the resistance out of me. Now that they had me hooked, they took their time with every inch of my body.
Wild dogs chase their prey, corner it, bite and paw at it till. The prey, exhausted then finally gives up, not able to resist anymore, not having the will to go on like that falls to the ground, watching as the wild dogs slowly devour him bite after bite, resigned to its fate. This analogy worked for me too.
These two wild dogs chased me, cornered me and broke down my resistance by first by violent slaps and punches; then cornered me by showing off their giant mandhoods in the bathroom and forcing me to touch them and from there on my resistance tanked with every minute of the clock and every hard thrust into my vagina. And now I too had resigned to my fate, watching as these two predators bite into my flesh.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)