08-01-2022, 09:14 AM
With that one statement, the page had turned. This tragedy started with me resisting them with all I got, then I decided to tolerate them to survive but now I was an active participant in their carnal conquest. At least the good part of this was they had stopped beating me.
Before this, even if I let them have their way with me, my defiance showed and what I got in return for it was a volley of slaps and punches. But now that my defiance, resistance had all but waned out and I had become their sex slave in the truest sense, they didn’t have to resort to violence to subdue me; they had fucked me in to submission. But at the back of my mind, it all was for surviving this ordeal. Even if I had to be a willing partner in all this, I knew I had to do this to get rid of them at the earliest and come out of this alive.
Tejinder continued screwing me and with each hard thrust, my orgasm built up. It was slowly snow balling into a massive one. Fahim had deprived me of an orgasm when he shagged me hard but Tejinder seemed determined. He mustered on, not stopping at anything. He gritted his teeth tight and kept fucking me. My moans got louder as the orgasm approached.
My body spasmed and trembled and soon it hit me.
“Aaahhaa….Aaaahhh…..” I groaned loudly as my body convulsed from the orgasm. Fahim’s cock slipped out of my mouth as I quivered and trembled from the massive orgasm.
Tejinder stopped and pulled out. He literally flipped me around on my belly in the prone position. He didn’t allow me even a moment’s rest after the orgasm. He quickly mounted me from behind and started fucking me. This position was comfortable than the previous one. Now Tejinder not just added depth but also speed to his fucking. In that comfortable position he fucked me as hard and fast as Fahim did. The prone position also offered me comfortable access to Fahim’s cock which I sucked leisurely.
His hands rested on my back and I could feel his massive weight on my delicate body. But the discomfort of his massive weight on mine was nothing in comparison to the pleasure his cock was giving me.
Tejinder mixed depth and speed expertly. After a maybe a dozen short and fast strokes, he would pull all the way back and slam his cock completely inside me in one abrupt and swift thrust.
“Aaaahhhh…” I moaned as he slammed in me. It followed by few shorter and fast strokes before he repeated that jab.
“Aaaahhhh..” I moaned, louder this time. And he kept repeating it.
I had never been fucked for so long and in so many positions. My husband and I did change position but time spent in each position was very short compared to now. Usually it started with missionary, then doggie and sometimes, I rode him and it ended there. But here, I was already fucked in doggie style, a very awkward variation of missionary and now I was being boned in the prone and then men showed no signs of cumming.
The couch creaked loudly, blending in the erotic orchestra. It shook violently as Tejinder banged me. But I was glad it held itself together under the weight of three people who were engaged in hectic copulation. In the midst of this erotic chaos, I remembered the day I bought this couch.
“Madam…be assured…this is a very sturdy couch…It won’t break…buy it without worries.” I recalled the salesman pitching it and he was correct. It was quite sturdy indeed. Money well spent.
“Ab meri baari.” Fahim said as he pushed me off him. Tejinder too quickly disengaged.
“Chal aja..mere laude pe baith.” Fahim ordered, pulling me on him.
Even though I was out of breath and exhausted my body craved to continue. I quickly straddled Fahim, held his cock up and then slowly pushed myself down on it. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as his cock slowly slid inside me. I could feel his cock twitch as my pussy gripped it tightly.
He wrapped his arms around me and I instinctively started gyrating my hips slowly; a stark contrast to their rapid fire style of copulation. Fahim lowered his head towards my tits, trying to grab my nipples with his mouth. I cupped my breast and fed it into his waiting mouth. I was still trying to catch my breath so my gyrating was deliberately slow.
For this moment, however brief it would be, I was in control. I controlled the pace, the depth. Fahim switched from one tit to the other, sucking, licking and biting them. His cock twitched inside me as my pussy squeezed and pulsated around it.
After having his fill with my breast he looked up at me. I matched his gaze and I saw that wicked smile on his face. Behind his dark lips, his crooked, tobacco stained teeth showed. He was ugly, repulsive and undesirable in most conventional sense but the way he fucked me made all his other shortcomings blur.
“Mazaa aa raha hai?” Fahim asked which sounded more like a taunt.
“Haaann….” I moaned.
“Tera marad aise chodta hai tujhe?” He continued.
“Nahi..” I responded.
“Uski lulli to choti hogi?” He taunted.
I chose not to respond to that and continued moving on his cock. I increased my speed to distract myself from his insulting questions.
“Bata na meri randi…” He continued taunting.
“Zingadi mein pehli baar ek asli mard se chudwa rahi hai na tu?”
“Ab to tujhe tere marad ke choti lulli se maza nahi ayega…ab to tujhe hamare laude hi maza de sakte hai.” He continued his offensive monologue.
Even though his language was obscene and it made me cringe, it had a opposite effect of my body. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and squeeze his cock tighter. Maybe he could feel it too that’s why he continued his dirty talk.
“Chup kar Bhadwe!” I blurted out, irritated by his constant humiliation.
Fahim seemed unaffected by that but rather aroused. He grabbed my hair and yanked them back making me scream in pain.
“Ab kaise ek asli randi ki tarah bolne lagi hai.
Hahahaha..” Fahim laughed and Tejinder joined him.
The moment he let go of my hair, I glared at him. The spark of defiance was still alive inside me it seemed.
But my angry glare made no difference to him and he grabbed my head and kissed me. That hard, intense kiss killed the spark instantly as I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed back. Our tongues dueled and our lips munched on each other’s as we obscenely made out.
In the heat of the moment, or perhaps a sub conscious revenge, I bit Fahim’s lip hard while kissing him. He groaned and pulled back. His lip was bleeding and I could taste hi blood on my tongue. I grinned, drawing mental satisfaction from making my captor bleed but it didn’t bother Fahim much.
“To akhir tune mera khoon chakh liya…” He said touching his lip.
“Isse jyada khoon bahaya hai maine chinaal.” He growled and yanked my hair back hard making me groan in pain.
“Masti chadhi hai na tujhe…saari utarunga aaj.” He said before locking lips with me.
Fahim broke the kiss and said, “Chal ab thik se chodna shuru kar.”
I placed my feet flat on the couch, grabbed his shoulders for support and started bouncing on his cock. The familiar sound of genitals slapping returned as I slammed my crotch in to his. He held my hips, pushing me down harder on his cock. I closed my eyes as the pleasure surged through my body.
“Chal ab iske laude pe baith.” Fahim ordered. I abruptly stopped and opened my eyes. Tejinder was now sitting a foot away from Fahim.
I quietly dismounted Fahim and mounted Tejinder. As I squatted down on his cock, I felt his beefy cock head spread open my cunt. Even though he had penetrated me several times before, I still felt a bit of fear taking him in.
I trembled as I slowly guided down his thick shaft, taking it inch by inch. Tejinder had enough of it, grabbed my waist and pushed me down making me groan.
A few moments after I recovered from the shock penetration, I repeated what I was doing with Fahim, bouncing on Tejinder’s cock. Because of his large belly, I had to lean back. He grabbed my ass to support me. That angle of penetration was hitting the right spots inside me and I began moaning again.
“Aaahhh…Aaaaahh…Aaaahh..” I moaned matching the rhythm of the ‘plock…plock…plock..’ sound our genitals were making.
A few minutes later, I found myself bouncing on Fahim’s cock now and a few minutes after that, riding Tejinder. I was being passed around like a cigarette between these two men. I was passed around like a rag doll. I was now a toy for their carnal games. I was a sex slave who could be passed on and defiled any which way they desired.
My thoughts would sometimes take me away from the reality. In those moments of mental absence, I moved like a robot. Even when I was deep in my thoughts, I mechanically moved between them; only moans escaping my mouth.
Before this, even if I let them have their way with me, my defiance showed and what I got in return for it was a volley of slaps and punches. But now that my defiance, resistance had all but waned out and I had become their sex slave in the truest sense, they didn’t have to resort to violence to subdue me; they had fucked me in to submission. But at the back of my mind, it all was for surviving this ordeal. Even if I had to be a willing partner in all this, I knew I had to do this to get rid of them at the earliest and come out of this alive.
Tejinder continued screwing me and with each hard thrust, my orgasm built up. It was slowly snow balling into a massive one. Fahim had deprived me of an orgasm when he shagged me hard but Tejinder seemed determined. He mustered on, not stopping at anything. He gritted his teeth tight and kept fucking me. My moans got louder as the orgasm approached.
My body spasmed and trembled and soon it hit me.
“Aaahhaa….Aaaahhh…..” I groaned loudly as my body convulsed from the orgasm. Fahim’s cock slipped out of my mouth as I quivered and trembled from the massive orgasm.
Tejinder stopped and pulled out. He literally flipped me around on my belly in the prone position. He didn’t allow me even a moment’s rest after the orgasm. He quickly mounted me from behind and started fucking me. This position was comfortable than the previous one. Now Tejinder not just added depth but also speed to his fucking. In that comfortable position he fucked me as hard and fast as Fahim did. The prone position also offered me comfortable access to Fahim’s cock which I sucked leisurely.
His hands rested on my back and I could feel his massive weight on my delicate body. But the discomfort of his massive weight on mine was nothing in comparison to the pleasure his cock was giving me.
Tejinder mixed depth and speed expertly. After a maybe a dozen short and fast strokes, he would pull all the way back and slam his cock completely inside me in one abrupt and swift thrust.
“Aaaahhhh…” I moaned as he slammed in me. It followed by few shorter and fast strokes before he repeated that jab.
“Aaaahhhh..” I moaned, louder this time. And he kept repeating it.
I had never been fucked for so long and in so many positions. My husband and I did change position but time spent in each position was very short compared to now. Usually it started with missionary, then doggie and sometimes, I rode him and it ended there. But here, I was already fucked in doggie style, a very awkward variation of missionary and now I was being boned in the prone and then men showed no signs of cumming.
The couch creaked loudly, blending in the erotic orchestra. It shook violently as Tejinder banged me. But I was glad it held itself together under the weight of three people who were engaged in hectic copulation. In the midst of this erotic chaos, I remembered the day I bought this couch.
“Madam…be assured…this is a very sturdy couch…It won’t break…buy it without worries.” I recalled the salesman pitching it and he was correct. It was quite sturdy indeed. Money well spent.
“Ab meri baari.” Fahim said as he pushed me off him. Tejinder too quickly disengaged.
“Chal aja..mere laude pe baith.” Fahim ordered, pulling me on him.
Even though I was out of breath and exhausted my body craved to continue. I quickly straddled Fahim, held his cock up and then slowly pushed myself down on it. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as his cock slowly slid inside me. I could feel his cock twitch as my pussy gripped it tightly.
He wrapped his arms around me and I instinctively started gyrating my hips slowly; a stark contrast to their rapid fire style of copulation. Fahim lowered his head towards my tits, trying to grab my nipples with his mouth. I cupped my breast and fed it into his waiting mouth. I was still trying to catch my breath so my gyrating was deliberately slow.
For this moment, however brief it would be, I was in control. I controlled the pace, the depth. Fahim switched from one tit to the other, sucking, licking and biting them. His cock twitched inside me as my pussy squeezed and pulsated around it.
After having his fill with my breast he looked up at me. I matched his gaze and I saw that wicked smile on his face. Behind his dark lips, his crooked, tobacco stained teeth showed. He was ugly, repulsive and undesirable in most conventional sense but the way he fucked me made all his other shortcomings blur.
“Mazaa aa raha hai?” Fahim asked which sounded more like a taunt.
“Haaann….” I moaned.
“Tera marad aise chodta hai tujhe?” He continued.
“Nahi..” I responded.
“Uski lulli to choti hogi?” He taunted.
I chose not to respond to that and continued moving on his cock. I increased my speed to distract myself from his insulting questions.
“Bata na meri randi…” He continued taunting.
“Zingadi mein pehli baar ek asli mard se chudwa rahi hai na tu?”
“Ab to tujhe tere marad ke choti lulli se maza nahi ayega…ab to tujhe hamare laude hi maza de sakte hai.” He continued his offensive monologue.
Even though his language was obscene and it made me cringe, it had a opposite effect of my body. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and squeeze his cock tighter. Maybe he could feel it too that’s why he continued his dirty talk.
“Chup kar Bhadwe!” I blurted out, irritated by his constant humiliation.
Fahim seemed unaffected by that but rather aroused. He grabbed my hair and yanked them back making me scream in pain.
“Ab kaise ek asli randi ki tarah bolne lagi hai.
Hahahaha..” Fahim laughed and Tejinder joined him.
The moment he let go of my hair, I glared at him. The spark of defiance was still alive inside me it seemed.
But my angry glare made no difference to him and he grabbed my head and kissed me. That hard, intense kiss killed the spark instantly as I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed back. Our tongues dueled and our lips munched on each other’s as we obscenely made out.
In the heat of the moment, or perhaps a sub conscious revenge, I bit Fahim’s lip hard while kissing him. He groaned and pulled back. His lip was bleeding and I could taste hi blood on my tongue. I grinned, drawing mental satisfaction from making my captor bleed but it didn’t bother Fahim much.
“To akhir tune mera khoon chakh liya…” He said touching his lip.
“Isse jyada khoon bahaya hai maine chinaal.” He growled and yanked my hair back hard making me groan in pain.
“Masti chadhi hai na tujhe…saari utarunga aaj.” He said before locking lips with me.
Fahim broke the kiss and said, “Chal ab thik se chodna shuru kar.”
I placed my feet flat on the couch, grabbed his shoulders for support and started bouncing on his cock. The familiar sound of genitals slapping returned as I slammed my crotch in to his. He held my hips, pushing me down harder on his cock. I closed my eyes as the pleasure surged through my body.
“Chal ab iske laude pe baith.” Fahim ordered. I abruptly stopped and opened my eyes. Tejinder was now sitting a foot away from Fahim.
I quietly dismounted Fahim and mounted Tejinder. As I squatted down on his cock, I felt his beefy cock head spread open my cunt. Even though he had penetrated me several times before, I still felt a bit of fear taking him in.
I trembled as I slowly guided down his thick shaft, taking it inch by inch. Tejinder had enough of it, grabbed my waist and pushed me down making me groan.
A few moments after I recovered from the shock penetration, I repeated what I was doing with Fahim, bouncing on Tejinder’s cock. Because of his large belly, I had to lean back. He grabbed my ass to support me. That angle of penetration was hitting the right spots inside me and I began moaning again.
“Aaahhh…Aaaaahh…Aaaahh..” I moaned matching the rhythm of the ‘plock…plock…plock..’ sound our genitals were making.
A few minutes later, I found myself bouncing on Fahim’s cock now and a few minutes after that, riding Tejinder. I was being passed around like a cigarette between these two men. I was passed around like a rag doll. I was now a toy for their carnal games. I was a sex slave who could be passed on and defiled any which way they desired.
My thoughts would sometimes take me away from the reality. In those moments of mental absence, I moved like a robot. Even when I was deep in my thoughts, I mechanically moved between them; only moans escaping my mouth.
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