16-01-2022, 12:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 16-01-2022, 07:58 AM by B1ryani. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
**Part 18.**
Anand kept silent, leaning back on his chair watching us, stroking his cock.
“Suck it, you little bitch….”, Mr Ramana moaned, pulling my hair. I felt my heavy breasts swinging with every stroke from Constable Guna’s pounding. With every pump, he kept pushing the baton deeper and deeper into my asshole.
“Mmmphhh…mmmph…mmmmphhh”, I kept crying out as the stick went deeper into my asshole while choking on Mr Ramana’s cock. Constable Guna’s thick cock and the wooden stick moving in rhythm together, both my holes were so sore from the constant pounding. My scalp was burning from the constant pull of Mr Ramana’s grip. They kept on in this position for a while, my knees and elbows were starting to hurt from maintaining this position.
I felt the baton finally leaving my anus, my asshole was gaping open at Constable Guna’s face. “Time to enjoy this hole…”, he said as he spat into it, the saliva hitting my lower back and ass cheeks. He pulled his thick cock out of my pussy and started to push the fat cock head into my ass. It slid in with ease, the baton had prepared it well. I clenched my fist, waiting for all thick 7 inches to enter into me. His hands gripped my hips, bracing his body against mine.
Thap…..Thap…..Thap……the sound was louder this time as he pounded my ass with more force. Mr Ramana’s cock hitting the back of my mouth with every pump. “Mmmmm……this cow feels so good….aaahhhh….”, he moaned behind me in between thrusts, my tits swinging harder now.
Mr Ramana stopped moving, his right hand gripping the base of his cock. “Ahhhhhh….”, he moaned loudly as thick liquid started to spurt into my mouth. “hmmmm…..drink it all bitch…”, the salty cum trickling down my throat as I gagged. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, stroking it even more, the cock head aimed at my face. Thick bursts of cum started to shoot out at my eyes, nose and hair. “Ahh…fuckkkk….”,having cum twice in a row, he collapsed back on his skinny ass, smiling as he looked at his white creamy goo on my face.
I bent my body lower again, burying my face in my hands, sobbing quietly as Constable Guna continued to work on my ass. Thap.Thap.Thap.Thap…the intensity was increasing, his grip was harder. I felt his body tense as he finished deep inside my hole, “Ahh…Ahhhh”, he moaned, the cum starting to fill up my bowels. Fuck. How much cum was in him? He pulled his cock out and stood up, I felt droplets sprinkle onto my ass cheeks. Oh god , I had no control of my bowels, my asshole was stretched to its limit, I couldn’t even clench my anus shut . Thick squirts of cum started to exit my ass, spraying the floor with little farting noises. I heard Constable Guna laugh, watching the show my anus was putting for him.
“You better not cum on my floor again Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana threaten him as he picked himself up back onto his chair, his cock shrinking back into the foreskin. He looked exhausted. He nodded his head towards me. “Use whichever hole you want.”, giving Anand permission to have a go at me. My ass was still sticking out towards them, I was too tired to move. Constable Guna moved out of the way as Anand made his way behind me, holding his cock.
Oh god…not again…please make it stop…
“Sir..please sir…enough sir…I can’t anymore.”,I pleaded into my hands, unsure if anybody heard me.
Anand knelt down behind me, as I heard Constable Guna light up a cigarette. From between my fingers, I turned my head as he stood beside Mr Ramana’s chair. My heart dropped as I saw Mr Ramana’s hand holding his phone, his camera aimed towards Anand and me. I covered my face with my hands again. It wasn’t enough that these men had fucked me raw, now they wanted to humiliate me even more.
“Hurry up.”, Constable Guna said, blowing out smoke.
“sir…ok Guna sir..”, He whimpered behind me. He noticed Mr Ramana’s phone but didn’t say anything. His cock was too hard to bother, he needed to release.
I felt Anand’s left hand grab onto my left butt, spreading me open to make a choice. Constable Guna’s cum was still flowing out of my anus, the hole gaping open at Anand’s face. His cock gently pushed against my pussy lips, spreading it apart as his meat slid easily into me. I could hear a zipper pull up as Constable Guna put his clothes back on, tucking in his uniform. Mr Ramana remained naked from waist down, seated on the plastic chair, still recording us. He reached out and pulled my cum stained face up to the camera.
Anand started push his hips into me, his cock easily sliding in and out.
“Just cum inside her Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana say. He went back to his original position, making sure to get the all the action on his phone. Anand proceeded to push his cock inside me. Tap.Tap.Tap. I felt his hands explore the skin on my back, jiggling my ass. He avoided touching my butt hole, not wanting to get Constable Guna’s cum on his fingers.
“”Hurry up idiot.”,Constable stared at him. “Just cum inside the whore..”
“Ah..ah..ah…ah”, I started to moan every time his cock dug into my pussy.
“Look. She’s enjoying it now.”, Mr Ramana said as I heard Constable Guna laugh behind him. Both the men were watching us intensely. Constable Guna threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it.
“ahh…ahhh…ahhh.”, I moaned loudly as Anand shot his load into me, his face buried into my back. He laid down in that position, panting hard. I could feel his cum seeping out from my pussy around his shrinking cock.
“Finally, the hero is finished.”, Constable Guna chuckled as Anand pulled his sticky cock out of me and stood up. Mr Ramana clicked the phone off and put it back on the table. He took my skirt and threw it at Anand,hitting his chest and dropping to the floor.
“Clean up the bitch.”
Anand slowly bent down, gently placing his hand under my armpits and helped me stand up. Constable Guna and Mr Ramana looked at my body. There were tears and cum on my face and hair, my tits were red from all the pulling and pinching. I could feel Anand’s cum exiting my sore pussy hole, running down my legs. My asshole was burning. I looked down at my feet.
“Wait Anand.”, Constable Guna pulled out his phone, taking pictures of my face, breasts, and the cum flowing out of my pussy. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. “Spread your ass , slut”. I slowly put my hands on my butt and pulled the cheeks apart, showing him my abused asshole. I heard his camera clicking a few times.
Constable kicked the skirt to Anand. “Ok. Clean her.”, he said, scrolling through the pictures on his phone.
Anand bent down to pick up my skirt, starting with the cum on my legs, he wiped every part of me. He looked at my face, avoiding my eyes as he cleaned the cum and tears, trying to straighten my hair. I could see the guilt in his face as he cleaned me.
“Done sir.”, Anand said softly.
Mr Ramana was dressed now as he handed me my jacket. Anand was still holding my cum drenched skirt, unsure of what to do.
“Get dressed Anand. We are done with the…uh…report.”, he laughed a little. I slid my jacket over my shoulders and pulled the zip up slowly, then reaching out to take my skirt from Anand. “No..no…”, I heard Mr Ramana said softly to me. “You don’t need that, ma. Sluts don’t need to cover their pussies. Especially one as special as this”. He reached down with his right hand and pinched my fat pussy lips together, squeezing the puffy sore meat.
“Oww…sir…please sir. Give me my skirt…”, I looked up at him, pleading again.
“Guna.. We know where she lives. Send her home.”, he said, looking at Constable Guna. “This little bitch isn’t going to say anything.” He smiled, his grip on my pussy lips tightening. Looking me in the eyes, he continued. “Say a word and I will send the video to your college, family, friends…everyone your know..”, he said softly, pulling my pussy lips downwards. I flinched at the sudden jolt of pain.
Anand picked up the tray with the glasses and the leftover plate and started moving slowly towards the door, the dirty cloth back over his shoulder.
“Owh yea….please feed the bitch, she looks like she’s going to pass out anytime.”, he released my pussy. Gopal's shop should still be open. He’s probably wondering where his son is.”
“Yes Ramana Sir”, Constable Guna said with a smile, grabbing his baton and my crumpled top from the floor.
**End of Part 18.**
Anand kept silent, leaning back on his chair watching us, stroking his cock.
“Suck it, you little bitch….”, Mr Ramana moaned, pulling my hair. I felt my heavy breasts swinging with every stroke from Constable Guna’s pounding. With every pump, he kept pushing the baton deeper and deeper into my asshole.
“Mmmphhh…mmmph…mmmmphhh”, I kept crying out as the stick went deeper into my asshole while choking on Mr Ramana’s cock. Constable Guna’s thick cock and the wooden stick moving in rhythm together, both my holes were so sore from the constant pounding. My scalp was burning from the constant pull of Mr Ramana’s grip. They kept on in this position for a while, my knees and elbows were starting to hurt from maintaining this position.
I felt the baton finally leaving my anus, my asshole was gaping open at Constable Guna’s face. “Time to enjoy this hole…”, he said as he spat into it, the saliva hitting my lower back and ass cheeks. He pulled his thick cock out of my pussy and started to push the fat cock head into my ass. It slid in with ease, the baton had prepared it well. I clenched my fist, waiting for all thick 7 inches to enter into me. His hands gripped my hips, bracing his body against mine.
Thap…..Thap…..Thap……the sound was louder this time as he pounded my ass with more force. Mr Ramana’s cock hitting the back of my mouth with every pump. “Mmmmm……this cow feels so good….aaahhhh….”, he moaned behind me in between thrusts, my tits swinging harder now.
Mr Ramana stopped moving, his right hand gripping the base of his cock. “Ahhhhhh….”, he moaned loudly as thick liquid started to spurt into my mouth. “hmmmm…..drink it all bitch…”, the salty cum trickling down my throat as I gagged. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, stroking it even more, the cock head aimed at my face. Thick bursts of cum started to shoot out at my eyes, nose and hair. “Ahh…fuckkkk….”,having cum twice in a row, he collapsed back on his skinny ass, smiling as he looked at his white creamy goo on my face.
I bent my body lower again, burying my face in my hands, sobbing quietly as Constable Guna continued to work on my ass. Thap.Thap.Thap.Thap…the intensity was increasing, his grip was harder. I felt his body tense as he finished deep inside my hole, “Ahh…Ahhhh”, he moaned, the cum starting to fill up my bowels. Fuck. How much cum was in him? He pulled his cock out and stood up, I felt droplets sprinkle onto my ass cheeks. Oh god , I had no control of my bowels, my asshole was stretched to its limit, I couldn’t even clench my anus shut . Thick squirts of cum started to exit my ass, spraying the floor with little farting noises. I heard Constable Guna laugh, watching the show my anus was putting for him.
“You better not cum on my floor again Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana threaten him as he picked himself up back onto his chair, his cock shrinking back into the foreskin. He looked exhausted. He nodded his head towards me. “Use whichever hole you want.”, giving Anand permission to have a go at me. My ass was still sticking out towards them, I was too tired to move. Constable Guna moved out of the way as Anand made his way behind me, holding his cock.
Oh god…not again…please make it stop…
“Sir..please sir…enough sir…I can’t anymore.”,I pleaded into my hands, unsure if anybody heard me.
Anand knelt down behind me, as I heard Constable Guna light up a cigarette. From between my fingers, I turned my head as he stood beside Mr Ramana’s chair. My heart dropped as I saw Mr Ramana’s hand holding his phone, his camera aimed towards Anand and me. I covered my face with my hands again. It wasn’t enough that these men had fucked me raw, now they wanted to humiliate me even more.
“Hurry up.”, Constable Guna said, blowing out smoke.
“sir…ok Guna sir..”, He whimpered behind me. He noticed Mr Ramana’s phone but didn’t say anything. His cock was too hard to bother, he needed to release.
I felt Anand’s left hand grab onto my left butt, spreading me open to make a choice. Constable Guna’s cum was still flowing out of my anus, the hole gaping open at Anand’s face. His cock gently pushed against my pussy lips, spreading it apart as his meat slid easily into me. I could hear a zipper pull up as Constable Guna put his clothes back on, tucking in his uniform. Mr Ramana remained naked from waist down, seated on the plastic chair, still recording us. He reached out and pulled my cum stained face up to the camera.
Anand started push his hips into me, his cock easily sliding in and out.
“Just cum inside her Anand”, I heard Mr Ramana say. He went back to his original position, making sure to get the all the action on his phone. Anand proceeded to push his cock inside me. Tap.Tap.Tap. I felt his hands explore the skin on my back, jiggling my ass. He avoided touching my butt hole, not wanting to get Constable Guna’s cum on his fingers.
“”Hurry up idiot.”,Constable stared at him. “Just cum inside the whore..”
“Ah..ah..ah…ah”, I started to moan every time his cock dug into my pussy.
“Look. She’s enjoying it now.”, Mr Ramana said as I heard Constable Guna laugh behind him. Both the men were watching us intensely. Constable Guna threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it.
“ahh…ahhh…ahhh.”, I moaned loudly as Anand shot his load into me, his face buried into my back. He laid down in that position, panting hard. I could feel his cum seeping out from my pussy around his shrinking cock.
“Finally, the hero is finished.”, Constable Guna chuckled as Anand pulled his sticky cock out of me and stood up. Mr Ramana clicked the phone off and put it back on the table. He took my skirt and threw it at Anand,hitting his chest and dropping to the floor.
“Clean up the bitch.”
Anand slowly bent down, gently placing his hand under my armpits and helped me stand up. Constable Guna and Mr Ramana looked at my body. There were tears and cum on my face and hair, my tits were red from all the pulling and pinching. I could feel Anand’s cum exiting my sore pussy hole, running down my legs. My asshole was burning. I looked down at my feet.
“Wait Anand.”, Constable Guna pulled out his phone, taking pictures of my face, breasts, and the cum flowing out of my pussy. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. “Spread your ass , slut”. I slowly put my hands on my butt and pulled the cheeks apart, showing him my abused asshole. I heard his camera clicking a few times.
Constable kicked the skirt to Anand. “Ok. Clean her.”, he said, scrolling through the pictures on his phone.
Anand bent down to pick up my skirt, starting with the cum on my legs, he wiped every part of me. He looked at my face, avoiding my eyes as he cleaned the cum and tears, trying to straighten my hair. I could see the guilt in his face as he cleaned me.
“Done sir.”, Anand said softly.
Mr Ramana was dressed now as he handed me my jacket. Anand was still holding my cum drenched skirt, unsure of what to do.
“Get dressed Anand. We are done with the…uh…report.”, he laughed a little. I slid my jacket over my shoulders and pulled the zip up slowly, then reaching out to take my skirt from Anand. “No..no…”, I heard Mr Ramana said softly to me. “You don’t need that, ma. Sluts don’t need to cover their pussies. Especially one as special as this”. He reached down with his right hand and pinched my fat pussy lips together, squeezing the puffy sore meat.
“Oww…sir…please sir. Give me my skirt…”, I looked up at him, pleading again.
“Guna.. We know where she lives. Send her home.”, he said, looking at Constable Guna. “This little bitch isn’t going to say anything.” He smiled, his grip on my pussy lips tightening. Looking me in the eyes, he continued. “Say a word and I will send the video to your college, family, friends…everyone your know..”, he said softly, pulling my pussy lips downwards. I flinched at the sudden jolt of pain.
Anand picked up the tray with the glasses and the leftover plate and started moving slowly towards the door, the dirty cloth back over his shoulder.
“Owh yea….please feed the bitch, she looks like she’s going to pass out anytime.”, he released my pussy. Gopal's shop should still be open. He’s probably wondering where his son is.”
“Yes Ramana Sir”, Constable Guna said with a smile, grabbing his baton and my crumpled top from the floor.
**End of Part 18.**
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