Misc. Erotica Rinku – Slut becomes neighbour’s slave!

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Rinku – Voyeurs dreamgirl - Part 5

 

It was a sultry afternoon as I kept the phone receiver down. I had been speaking to Mohit my husband, but all through the conversation I had been reliving the 4 naked shows I had put for the unknown voyeurs opposite my bedroom window!

I smiled as I tried to guess what dirty thing DK would think of for my strip show that evening! Especially as he had warned me not to have sex till Mohit returned! How cruel my master could be!

I went to the bedroom & looked towards the fire refuge area across the building. But the voyeur’s adda was empty.

The heat was making my bright red sari & red blouse stick to my body & I couldn’t wait to get rid of them.

Then I remembered the low voice saying “Behenchod! Iss garam cheez ko chodna hi hai!” & felt a nameless fear creep through my body.

I quickly drew the blinds closed, returned to the living room & kept Pepi, our dog’s food dish in front of him. Then I dozed off on the sofa watching some stupid serial!

 

TTRRRINNGGG! TRRINNGGG!......BUZZZZZZZZZ! BUZZZZZ!.....BOWWWW…BWWWW..GRRRr!

I opened my eyes to complete chaos!

The phone was ringing, the doorbell was buzzing & Pepi was barking his head off while trying to scratch the door to dust!

I dragged Pepi towards the bedroom & answered the phone “Hello?!?”

“Good afternoon Madam! I am Jag….!” A tough manly voice was on the other end of the line.

“Please can you hold on!” I answered in a sexy & equally polished voice; I smiled as he answered “Of course, madam, of course! Take your time!”

I tied Pepi to the bedroom door as he howled his protest at being disturbed from his lunch; then I rushed to open the door & end the irritating buzzing of the door bell.

 

I opened the door & saw a profusely sweating boy with a muscular body standing with a cap low over his face.

He had a clipboard in his hand. A slim girl with a short pony tail was kneeling with her back towards me.

 “Yes? Kya hai?”

“Madam, I am Dimu. We are conducting an aids awareness program & would like to take a few minutes of your time.” He said politely. His voice sounded familiar.

‘You have come to the right place & to the right bitch!’ I thought to myself.

 

Suddenly I heard a far away voice saying “Hello? Hello?”

I looked at the phone in my hand & turned my back to the couple at the door.

I took a few steps inside as the manly voice explained a scheme which I didn’t understand at all. Surprisingly I could almost hear an echo of his voice from behind me.

 

I turned & almost collided with the boy who had followed me inside into my living room.

The slim girl was still bent outside.

Pepi was still barking his head off.

 

Completely irritated at having a wonderful afternoon spoilt, I disconnected the phone abruptly & indicated the boy to move out.

 

He stared at me for a minute & then said “Rinku bhabhi?”

“Yes? Who are you? Do we know each other?” I asked in surprise.

The girl had also come in but she was completely hidden by the muscular boy’s body.

He removed his cap, smiled & said “Shayad aapne mujhe nahin pehchana! He paused.

Then he continued “In fact, Rinku bhabhi, pehle toh maine bhi aap ko nahi pehchana! Kapde pehne hue aap ekdum alag dikhti ho!”

My eyes widened in shock. But before I could utter a word he clamped one of his big palms right across my mouth. His other hand grabbed my wrist & twisted it behind my back.

I tumbled towards him & my breasts crashed against his muscular chest.

He grinned as my boobs were crushed against him.

“Sura!” he called out to the girl behind him.

My eyes must have widened further as Sura the girl stepped forward. The slim body ended in a face which had a french beard & slick black hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Sura was a thin scrawny boy!

I began to struggle & hit out with one hand as 4 other boys trooped in behind Sura.

 

The last boy to enter locked the door while Sura had shut the blinds plunging the room into gloomy darkness.

Dimu kissed my forehead & removed his hand from my mouth as he tried to kiss my lips.

“BAAAA…ccchhhh…aoo..ooowwwww!” my scream died almost as soon as it began. One of the boys gave me a hard slap right at the base of my head.

I almost blacked out as I stumbled against another boy & collapsed on the floor. I could see only stars in front of my watery eyes.

One of the boys grabbed me by my hair brought me to my feet while another grabbed my pallu off my shoulder & began to strip it off my body.

I tried to scream “H..eeee…..lp!” but could only manage a painful croaking whisper.

Within seconds my sari was pulled away from my body. I stood unsteadily, still trying to regain my balance after the vicious hit to the head.

Dimu had taken my sari & was knotting it.

I tried to back away but was pushed towards Dimu. Once again I crashed boobs first into his muscled chest.

This time he planted his lips on mine & sucked hard on them.

I pushed away & was about to scream but could only manage a gasp. I couldn’t breathe! Gasping & sputtering, I clutched at my throat.

Dimu had made a noose with my own sari & had slipped it around my neck. Now he was choking me making sure I was unable to raise my voice.

He grinned as I struggled to breathe.

He drew me towards him by pulling at the sari.

Completely helpless I was forced to walk towards him.

He caressed my cheeks & played with my earlobes.

He ran his fingers through my hair & licked at a few strands.

“Please..Please…jaane do mujhe! Kya bigada hai maine tumhara?” I asked beseechingly even though I knew exactly what I had been doing to deserve this! But I also remembered DK’s order “No sex for this week!”

 

“Kya bigada hai tune?” he looked at me as I if was out of my mind to ask him such a thing!

“Rinku darling, roj shyam ko nangi nahati hai, chut me ungli karti hai aur to aur kele se gaand marwati hai! Abhi hum teri pyaas bujhayenge, haramzadi!” he grinned again & kissed my lips.

“Nahi!” I said in a hoarse whisper & slapped him hard!

For a second everyone was quiet!

 

Nahi! Nahii! NAHIIIIIIIII!” I croaked as Dimu shoved me on my back, on to the sofa, his hands groping my body.

‘RIiiiiiii….iiiiiiiiPPPPPPPp!!!!!!’he grabbed my blouse at my shoulders & tore away the fabric over my arms.

He tried to kiss me as he shredded my blouse exposing my white bra.

 

For a split second, bang scenes from old bollywood films flashed in front of my eyes. I remembered watching Anita Raaj, Poonam Dhillon & even Madhuri Dixit struggling as their blouses were torn by the villain.

In those films usually the hero would come through around this time & save the girl. Was there anyone who would save me from being ravaged?

I looked towards the ceiling, hoping DK would be watching & would try to help me. I saw the cell phone lying on the centre table, not ringing not vibrating.

 

I was brought back to reality as Dimu savagely grasped the front of my blouse & bra & pulled them down.

Joyous whoops went up from the boys as my boobs were completely exposed.

Dimu ripped of the tattered remains of my blouse & tore of my bra.

I tried to scream but the sari choke around my throat was pulled tighter.

He pulled me up & pushed me face down on the big glass & wooden centre table.

I felt fingers dig in to the crack between my bums & my petticoat was torn away from my body.

Their nails scratched my bums & thighs. While Dimu squeezed my boobs & kissed my naked back.

 

“Nahi…nahi…pl….ease! S…stop it!” I gasped as I tried to twist & turn to avoid his groping hands.

“OOoooouwwwww!” I screamed as my panties were stretched & then ripped away from my bums. The elastic scratching my naked thighs more than their filthy hands!

 

Dimu began spanking my bums.

‘Phat’….’phat!’ I winced as he spanked me harder & harder.

‘PHATTTTT!’

“Aaaa..hhh…uukkk!” I screamed, choked as he tightened the sari around my neck & at last dejectedly dropped my head on to the glass table.

 

As soon as I lay down Dimu & another boy pulled my butt upwards.

I lay with my perfectly rounded bums pointed towards the ceiling; my boobs pressed against the glass while Sura grabbed my hair & positioned my head in line with his erect cock.

Just then another boy tore my petticoat to shreds & tied each of my hands to one leg of the table.

I felt my ankles being tied to the other 2 legs of the table.

 

I was half standing half kneeling in a doggy position. The weight of my whole body was resting on my boobs. My nipples were being crushed against the cold glass & Dimu continued to spank my bums. Hard! It was so painful!

 

Tears were rolling down my face. Spit was dribbling from the corners of my mouth as Dimu assaulted my butt!

 

Suddenly without any warning, I felt a big hard thing penetrate my pussy. It was not a gentle push. It was fast, hard, deep & without mercy.