13-01-2022, 11:18 AM
**Part 13.**
“Anand…”
“Sir?..yes..yes Ramana sir?”. Anand stood up, surprised his name was called. Damn, the boy was trying to hide his raging hard on. He was obviously not wearing any underwear under his shorts. Holding his cock down with his right hand over his shorts, he continued, “Anything, sir?”
“Come stand behind Divya, Anand.”, Mr Ramana’s middle finger was teasing the entrance of my asshole, using the cum from my pussy to slowly push the tip into the hole. I look down at Mr Ramana’s hand, my fat pussy lips were resting on Mr Ramana’s wrist, squished against his skin.
Anand slowly walked around the table and stood behind me, he was a couple of inches shorter than me. Still holding his hard cock down over his shorts with his hand.
“Go closer Anand…the man was directly behind her”, Constable Guna said, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him. Anand moved closer, releasing his hand from the shorts. I felt his cock spring up and hit the base of my bum.
“So, the man behind you had one hand in your ass…. what was his other hand doing?”, Constable Guna asked. He leaned back on his chair again, his right hand was on the zipper of his pants below his belly. Mr Ramana’s finger went in a little deeper. He looked up at my tits, watching them move a little as he fingered my asshole.
I felt like I was putting on a show for the three of them, fuck, this was humiliating. Why did they have to involve Anand now?
“He…put.. his hand…under my shirt, sir”
“Do as she says, Anand”, Mr Ramana said.
Fuck. I felt Anand place his hand under my shirt on my lower back, his cock was brushing up against my bare bottoms.
“Didn’t he pull up your shirt? How could he do it from the back?”, Constable Guna said loudly, I saw his right hand massaging the outline of his cock. “Move your hand to the front, Anand.”
“Yes..Yes, sir, Guna sir”, Anand stammered behind me. His cock dug deeper into my right butt cheek as his hand moved along my waist and reached my belly, his index finger was at my belly button. I felt his bony finger press into it slightly.
“What did the man do next, ma?”, Constable Guna asked, looking at my eyes.
“He…he pulled it up.. sir”, I regretted my reply, I knew what was coming next.
“You heard her Anand.”, Mr Ramana said, still looking up at my tits.
“Sir…please don’t sir…this…this is already bad enough…”, I said softly.
“I want to know happened, ma.”, he replied. “Anand. Continue.”
“Yes..yes Ramana sir”, He stammered again, a little softer. I felt Anand’s left hand enter my top, both his hands resting on my stomach. He slowly moved his hands higher; I felt the top lifting up as well. His thumbs hit my under boob, I heard a gasp escape him as the weight of my tits rested on both his thumbs.
Anand gripped the cloth from under the top and pulled it up, my tits brushing against his arms then falling down onto my stomach. Anand’s hands were under my armpits holding the top up, his arms pushing my tits together. I looked down, the large dark areolas were so wrinkly from the dry cold air, hard nipples poking out at attention for the viewing pleasure of Mr Ramana and Constable Guna.
“Remove her top fully Anand, she doesn’t need it.” Constable Guna said, gripping his cock tightly now over his pants.
“Sir…enough sir…please sir…”, I said, looking down at Mr Ramana’s face. Fuck. The nightmare was repeating itself. His finger slowly exited my anus as he sat back on his chair, enjoying the view of my tits now facing him. His hard on was very obvious now.
Anand slowly pulled the top off over my head and put it on the table. I felt his hard cock constantly hitting my butt cheeks as he moved. I was completely naked in front of all three of them now, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. The cold was sending slight shivers all over my body. Anand stood back a bit, moving his head, trying to glace at the front of my body.
“What happened next?”, Constable Guna said. Barely a whisper. His was looking at every inch of my body. I could hear him pulling down the zip of his pants.
“The mann…the man played with my…my nipples sir”
Constable Guna stood up. Staring me straight in the eyes, he put his hands under his belly and unbuckled his belt and placed it on the empty chair beside him, then releasing the clasp above the zipper. The pants fell down a little bit, a big exposed V showing off the white underwear he was wearing, a huge bulge very obvious.
“sir…sir…please don’t”, I whimpered.
Mr Ramana was smiling, watching my discomfort.
“You heard her Anand.”
Fuck. I felt Anand come up behind me again, his erection poking into my butt crack. Mr Ramana leaned forward again, putting his face very close to my breasts, looking closely at my nipples. I felt Anand’s hands on my hips again, moving against my belly creeping up to my tits. The palms of his hands moved under my breasts, slowly lifting them up. He gently squeezed the meat, feeling the weight of my heavy tits on his hands.
Constable Guna pulled his underwear down; his cock jumped out of his pants. Oh god. I thought to myself. It was jet black in colour, about 7 inches long and fucking thick. A huge vein popping out running up along the length of the shaft. He pulled his foreskin down, revealing a fat bulging black mushroom head. He gripped the base of his cock and leaned back on his chair, slowly stroking his meat. I was looking at him, fear playing in my mind. Shit. Things were slowly spinning out of control.
Anand moved his hands up a little higher, both his thumbs and index fingers gripped each nipple, pulling it gently. Ahh fuck, it felt so good. I could feel a little bead of cum exiting my pussy, running down my leg. Anand’s cock was pushing up against my butt crack, slowly grinding his hips against me.
Mr Ramana put his right hand on my thighs, squeezing it gently before cupping my wet pussy again, the middle finger looking for the little hole.
“What happened next, Divya”, Constable Guna asked. I watched his big mushroom head disappear into the foreskin as he slowly played with the black cock.
“Sir..”, I was honestly afraid of his cock coming anywhere near me, I don’t think I would be able to take it. “Sir…please sir…”, I could hear the tremble in my own voice.
“Did the man put his cock in your pussy or your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, watching my nipples being pulled and pinched by Anand. I found feel the flesh on my heavy tits exposed between his skinny fingers. Mr Ramana’s middle finger found the entrance of my pussy, slowly sliding in. The finger pushed deep inside me, his knuckles grazing my fat pussy lips as he slowly dug his middle finger around, exploring the insides of my pussy.
“Answer me”, Constable Guna said, a slight threat in his voice.
“Ass…asshole sir”. Fuck. My pussy was so wet.
“Good. Now take Anand’s cock out.”
“What…sir…. please don’t.”. I was looking at Constable Guna’s face, hoping for some mercy. Mr Ramana’s index finger was slowly pushing it’s way into my pussy, the wet hole was expanding around his fingers. Anand’s face was buried in my back, his hands trying to hold as much tit meat as he could, my nipples were starting to get sore from the constant pulling and pinching. In his own world, he wasn’t paying attention to anything that was happening around him.
“Take it out now.”, his voice was cold. His right hand released his cock and reached to his belt on the chair beside him. The black cock was standing up on its own, pushing against his own stomach. He removed the leather strap cover of his baton and pulled it out, placing it on the table in front of him
”Take Anand’s cock out or this goes up your asshole.”
**End of Part 13.**
“Anand…”
“Sir?..yes..yes Ramana sir?”. Anand stood up, surprised his name was called. Damn, the boy was trying to hide his raging hard on. He was obviously not wearing any underwear under his shorts. Holding his cock down with his right hand over his shorts, he continued, “Anything, sir?”
“Come stand behind Divya, Anand.”, Mr Ramana’s middle finger was teasing the entrance of my asshole, using the cum from my pussy to slowly push the tip into the hole. I look down at Mr Ramana’s hand, my fat pussy lips were resting on Mr Ramana’s wrist, squished against his skin.
Anand slowly walked around the table and stood behind me, he was a couple of inches shorter than me. Still holding his hard cock down over his shorts with his hand.
“Go closer Anand…the man was directly behind her”, Constable Guna said, enjoying the scene playing out in front of him. Anand moved closer, releasing his hand from the shorts. I felt his cock spring up and hit the base of my bum.
“So, the man behind you had one hand in your ass…. what was his other hand doing?”, Constable Guna asked. He leaned back on his chair again, his right hand was on the zipper of his pants below his belly. Mr Ramana’s finger went in a little deeper. He looked up at my tits, watching them move a little as he fingered my asshole.
I felt like I was putting on a show for the three of them, fuck, this was humiliating. Why did they have to involve Anand now?
“He…put.. his hand…under my shirt, sir”
“Do as she says, Anand”, Mr Ramana said.
Fuck. I felt Anand place his hand under my shirt on my lower back, his cock was brushing up against my bare bottoms.
“Didn’t he pull up your shirt? How could he do it from the back?”, Constable Guna said loudly, I saw his right hand massaging the outline of his cock. “Move your hand to the front, Anand.”
“Yes..Yes, sir, Guna sir”, Anand stammered behind me. His cock dug deeper into my right butt cheek as his hand moved along my waist and reached my belly, his index finger was at my belly button. I felt his bony finger press into it slightly.
“What did the man do next, ma?”, Constable Guna asked, looking at my eyes.
“He…he pulled it up.. sir”, I regretted my reply, I knew what was coming next.
“You heard her Anand.”, Mr Ramana said, still looking up at my tits.
“Sir…please don’t sir…this…this is already bad enough…”, I said softly.
“I want to know happened, ma.”, he replied. “Anand. Continue.”
“Yes..yes Ramana sir”, He stammered again, a little softer. I felt Anand’s left hand enter my top, both his hands resting on my stomach. He slowly moved his hands higher; I felt the top lifting up as well. His thumbs hit my under boob, I heard a gasp escape him as the weight of my tits rested on both his thumbs.
Anand gripped the cloth from under the top and pulled it up, my tits brushing against his arms then falling down onto my stomach. Anand’s hands were under my armpits holding the top up, his arms pushing my tits together. I looked down, the large dark areolas were so wrinkly from the dry cold air, hard nipples poking out at attention for the viewing pleasure of Mr Ramana and Constable Guna.
“Remove her top fully Anand, she doesn’t need it.” Constable Guna said, gripping his cock tightly now over his pants.
“Sir…enough sir…please sir…”, I said, looking down at Mr Ramana’s face. Fuck. The nightmare was repeating itself. His finger slowly exited my anus as he sat back on his chair, enjoying the view of my tits now facing him. His hard on was very obvious now.
Anand slowly pulled the top off over my head and put it on the table. I felt his hard cock constantly hitting my butt cheeks as he moved. I was completely naked in front of all three of them now, looking down at my feet in embarrassment. The cold was sending slight shivers all over my body. Anand stood back a bit, moving his head, trying to glace at the front of my body.
“What happened next?”, Constable Guna said. Barely a whisper. His was looking at every inch of my body. I could hear him pulling down the zip of his pants.
“The mann…the man played with my…my nipples sir”
Constable Guna stood up. Staring me straight in the eyes, he put his hands under his belly and unbuckled his belt and placed it on the empty chair beside him, then releasing the clasp above the zipper. The pants fell down a little bit, a big exposed V showing off the white underwear he was wearing, a huge bulge very obvious.
“sir…sir…please don’t”, I whimpered.
Mr Ramana was smiling, watching my discomfort.
“You heard her Anand.”
Fuck. I felt Anand come up behind me again, his erection poking into my butt crack. Mr Ramana leaned forward again, putting his face very close to my breasts, looking closely at my nipples. I felt Anand’s hands on my hips again, moving against my belly creeping up to my tits. The palms of his hands moved under my breasts, slowly lifting them up. He gently squeezed the meat, feeling the weight of my heavy tits on his hands.
Constable Guna pulled his underwear down; his cock jumped out of his pants. Oh god. I thought to myself. It was jet black in colour, about 7 inches long and fucking thick. A huge vein popping out running up along the length of the shaft. He pulled his foreskin down, revealing a fat bulging black mushroom head. He gripped the base of his cock and leaned back on his chair, slowly stroking his meat. I was looking at him, fear playing in my mind. Shit. Things were slowly spinning out of control.
Anand moved his hands up a little higher, both his thumbs and index fingers gripped each nipple, pulling it gently. Ahh fuck, it felt so good. I could feel a little bead of cum exiting my pussy, running down my leg. Anand’s cock was pushing up against my butt crack, slowly grinding his hips against me.
Mr Ramana put his right hand on my thighs, squeezing it gently before cupping my wet pussy again, the middle finger looking for the little hole.
“What happened next, Divya”, Constable Guna asked. I watched his big mushroom head disappear into the foreskin as he slowly played with the black cock.
“Sir..”, I was honestly afraid of his cock coming anywhere near me, I don’t think I would be able to take it. “Sir…please sir…”, I could hear the tremble in my own voice.
“Did the man put his cock in your pussy or your asshole, ma?”, he asked me, watching my nipples being pulled and pinched by Anand. I found feel the flesh on my heavy tits exposed between his skinny fingers. Mr Ramana’s middle finger found the entrance of my pussy, slowly sliding in. The finger pushed deep inside me, his knuckles grazing my fat pussy lips as he slowly dug his middle finger around, exploring the insides of my pussy.
“Answer me”, Constable Guna said, a slight threat in his voice.
“Ass…asshole sir”. Fuck. My pussy was so wet.
“Good. Now take Anand’s cock out.”
“What…sir…. please don’t.”. I was looking at Constable Guna’s face, hoping for some mercy. Mr Ramana’s index finger was slowly pushing it’s way into my pussy, the wet hole was expanding around his fingers. Anand’s face was buried in my back, his hands trying to hold as much tit meat as he could, my nipples were starting to get sore from the constant pulling and pinching. In his own world, he wasn’t paying attention to anything that was happening around him.
“Take it out now.”, his voice was cold. His right hand released his cock and reached to his belt on the chair beside him. The black cock was standing up on its own, pushing against his own stomach. He removed the leather strap cover of his baton and pulled it out, placing it on the table in front of him
”Take Anand’s cock out or this goes up your asshole.”
**End of Part 13.**
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