06-02-2022, 11:28 AM
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**Part 18.**
“I fucking knew it!!.”
I heard a voice shout out from the entrance as the door swung wide open. Rahul’s cock flew out of Manisha’s mouth, all 4 and a half inches fully erect, the entire shaft slick and wet with her saliva. Rahul looked like he was on the edge of cumming when the loud noise took him by surprise. He arched down desperately trying to pull his underwear and jeans up. Manisha fell backwards onto the floor ass first, her eyes wide from the shock, the look of fear spread upon her face. Her hair was messy and hung loosely on her face and shoulders.
I stood up immediately when I heard the door starting to open. This fucking hotel room did not have a latch to it, just a lock on the knob. Anybody attached to the hotel would have free access to any rooms if they had the right key from the outside.
Two figures barged in, pushing their way towards us. I felt a hand grab me by the hair, pushing my head back downwards onto the bed. I lost my footing falling backwards beside Rahul onto the bed.
“So this is what you kids come here to do?!!!”, I heard a voice shout at us as I slowly turned my head to look for the source of the direction.
I saw Senthil, the hotel standing at the edge on the bed, looking down at me and Rahul, he had his left leg placed in between Rahul’s thighs, Stepping down on his underwear and jeans. Rahul had his left hand on his pubic area, gripping his cock to hide it from our view while his right was still trying to pull his jeans up. The look of anguish and desperation on his face, he was going to burst into tears any time.
The old security guard who had opened the door for us stood beside Manisha, a wide grin on his face looking directly at Rahul struggling while he held Manisha’s arm, pulling her up. His grip was hard as I heard Manisha let out a little shout, her face twisted in pain as her body swung up to stand beside him.
“Uncle…Uncle…What are you doing?”, Rahul blurted out. He had given up on trying to pull his jeans up, both his hands covering his cock and balls.
“What kind of establishment to you think I’m running?”, Senthil looked down at him, then at me. “You people think you can bring whores anytime to my hotel?”, he boomed, his face twisted in sick smile as he looked at my breasts. I heard Manisha slowly starting to sob, she had her left hand on her right arm where the old security guard was still holding on to her tightly.
The old security guard sneered towards Rahul. “I know who this boy is, Senthil sir.”, he sneered.
Senthil looked back at Rahul.
“He is Kandaswamy’s son. The rich man who owns several convenient stores around the village.”, he continued, his eyes still were focused on Rahul’s hands are.
Senthil looked like he was in deep thought for a while.
“You rich little punk!”, Senthil sneered at him, his bald head shining under the room lights. Senthil slowly adjusted his think glasses to look at Manisha and me. “First you bring your little slutty girlfriend here, and now another bitch?!.”, he pointed at me.
“No…no…uncle….it’s not like that.”, Rahul whimpered softly. “They are my friends.”
Manisha was looking down at her feet, holding back her tears. The fear of the situation was slowly creeping up to me as well, looking at these two men staring at us. It’s not like we were doing anything illegal, everyone here is of legal age. The typical Indian mentality of no sex before marriage was still adamant in the outskirts, and Senthil looked like he has seen an opportunity to make some money.
“Stand up bastard!”, Senthil growled at him. Rahul didn’t budge.
“Uncle…my jeans ...please.”, Rahul looked up at him.
“It is down because she was sucking your cock, wasn’t she?.”, he glanced at Manisha who still had her head looking down at the floor. She had let go of the old security guards’ hand, who still had a firm grip of her arm.
“Are you deaf boy?”, he said again. “I said stand up!”. I heard the security guard chuckle.
Rahul let his right had go, pushing his body slowly up to a standing position. He was trying to keep his balance as his jeans and underwear were still wrapped up around his feet. Rahul finally managed to stand up in front of Senthil. The hotel manager was at least a foot taller than him, towering scarily over Rahul.
“Ganesh, let that slut go.”, Senthil nodded his head towards the security guard as he repositioned himself, sitting down beside me to my left. Rahul stood directly in front of us, his face was pale. All three of us were afraid of what these men wanted to do with us. Ganesh the old security guard flung Manisha onto the bed behind me, her long skirt lifted upwards, exposing her smooth light brown calf’s. Her head hit the pillow and she maintained at that position, burying her face, sobbing silently. I kept my head down, uncomfortable with Senthil’s body so close beside mine.
Ganesh pulled up a chair from the window, and sat down facing the bed. He took a packet of his cheap cigarettes out of his chest pocket and lit one up, waiting for Senthil’s next move.
“Is what he said true, boy?.”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul.
“Is…is…what true…uncle?”, Rahul whimpered again.
“Your father, bastard. Is he rich?!”
“Yes…..”, Rahul said, barely a whisper. I looked over at Ganesh, who was seated down on the chair facing us with Rahul standing beside him.
“So… you think you can come here and throw your money around?”, Senthil sneered at him. “You rich fucker’s think they can buy anything. How much are you paying these whores?!”
“They…they’re not…whores….uncle.They…they are my friends…”, Rahul said softly, looking at my scared face then at Manisha who was still crying into the pillow at the other end of the bed.
“Must be nice to have friends that suck your cock eh boy?”, Ganesh laughed out loud, blowing out his cigarette smoke upwards towards Rahul’s face.
“I wish I had friends like that too.”, Senthil chuckled. I felt his right hand on my back, placed right on my bra strap over my shirt. His touch was making me uncomfortable. “I haven’t gotten my cock sucked by a beautiful woman in a long time.”, he continued, laughing. Senthil took his hand off my back and placed it on my head, pushing the loose strands of hair back behind my ears.
“Move your hands, boy!.”, Ganesh suddenly said, his tone suddenly serious, he was leaning forward as he threw the cigarette bud onto the ground, putting it out with his shoes.
“Uncle…uncle….please don’t.”, Rahul said softly, looking down at the old security guard. Manisha moved her body up, her back leaning against the bedrest. Dried tears on her cheeks, she looked visibly shaken.
“You better listen to me bastard.”, Ganesh growled at him, “Or I am going to tear that bitch’s asshole.”, he pointed at Manisha, who’s face suddenly dropped as she whimpered softly.
”Please….please…don’t hurt me…”, she begged him.
**End of Part 18.**
“I fucking knew it!!.”
I heard a voice shout out from the entrance as the door swung wide open. Rahul’s cock flew out of Manisha’s mouth, all 4 and a half inches fully erect, the entire shaft slick and wet with her saliva. Rahul looked like he was on the edge of cumming when the loud noise took him by surprise. He arched down desperately trying to pull his underwear and jeans up. Manisha fell backwards onto the floor ass first, her eyes wide from the shock, the look of fear spread upon her face. Her hair was messy and hung loosely on her face and shoulders.
I stood up immediately when I heard the door starting to open. This fucking hotel room did not have a latch to it, just a lock on the knob. Anybody attached to the hotel would have free access to any rooms if they had the right key from the outside.
Two figures barged in, pushing their way towards us. I felt a hand grab me by the hair, pushing my head back downwards onto the bed. I lost my footing falling backwards beside Rahul onto the bed.
“So this is what you kids come here to do?!!!”, I heard a voice shout at us as I slowly turned my head to look for the source of the direction.
I saw Senthil, the hotel standing at the edge on the bed, looking down at me and Rahul, he had his left leg placed in between Rahul’s thighs, Stepping down on his underwear and jeans. Rahul had his left hand on his pubic area, gripping his cock to hide it from our view while his right was still trying to pull his jeans up. The look of anguish and desperation on his face, he was going to burst into tears any time.
The old security guard who had opened the door for us stood beside Manisha, a wide grin on his face looking directly at Rahul struggling while he held Manisha’s arm, pulling her up. His grip was hard as I heard Manisha let out a little shout, her face twisted in pain as her body swung up to stand beside him.
“Uncle…Uncle…What are you doing?”, Rahul blurted out. He had given up on trying to pull his jeans up, both his hands covering his cock and balls.
“What kind of establishment to you think I’m running?”, Senthil looked down at him, then at me. “You people think you can bring whores anytime to my hotel?”, he boomed, his face twisted in sick smile as he looked at my breasts. I heard Manisha slowly starting to sob, she had her left hand on her right arm where the old security guard was still holding on to her tightly.
The old security guard sneered towards Rahul. “I know who this boy is, Senthil sir.”, he sneered.
Senthil looked back at Rahul.
“He is Kandaswamy’s son. The rich man who owns several convenient stores around the village.”, he continued, his eyes still were focused on Rahul’s hands are.
Senthil looked like he was in deep thought for a while.
“You rich little punk!”, Senthil sneered at him, his bald head shining under the room lights. Senthil slowly adjusted his think glasses to look at Manisha and me. “First you bring your little slutty girlfriend here, and now another bitch?!.”, he pointed at me.
“No…no…uncle….it’s not like that.”, Rahul whimpered softly. “They are my friends.”
Manisha was looking down at her feet, holding back her tears. The fear of the situation was slowly creeping up to me as well, looking at these two men staring at us. It’s not like we were doing anything illegal, everyone here is of legal age. The typical Indian mentality of no sex before marriage was still adamant in the outskirts, and Senthil looked like he has seen an opportunity to make some money.
“Stand up bastard!”, Senthil growled at him. Rahul didn’t budge.
“Uncle…my jeans ...please.”, Rahul looked up at him.
“It is down because she was sucking your cock, wasn’t she?.”, he glanced at Manisha who still had her head looking down at the floor. She had let go of the old security guards’ hand, who still had a firm grip of her arm.
“Are you deaf boy?”, he said again. “I said stand up!”. I heard the security guard chuckle.
Rahul let his right had go, pushing his body slowly up to a standing position. He was trying to keep his balance as his jeans and underwear were still wrapped up around his feet. Rahul finally managed to stand up in front of Senthil. The hotel manager was at least a foot taller than him, towering scarily over Rahul.
“Ganesh, let that slut go.”, Senthil nodded his head towards the security guard as he repositioned himself, sitting down beside me to my left. Rahul stood directly in front of us, his face was pale. All three of us were afraid of what these men wanted to do with us. Ganesh the old security guard flung Manisha onto the bed behind me, her long skirt lifted upwards, exposing her smooth light brown calf’s. Her head hit the pillow and she maintained at that position, burying her face, sobbing silently. I kept my head down, uncomfortable with Senthil’s body so close beside mine.
Ganesh pulled up a chair from the window, and sat down facing the bed. He took a packet of his cheap cigarettes out of his chest pocket and lit one up, waiting for Senthil’s next move.
“Is what he said true, boy?.”, Senthil asked, looking up at Rahul.
“Is…is…what true…uncle?”, Rahul whimpered again.
“Your father, bastard. Is he rich?!”
“Yes…..”, Rahul said, barely a whisper. I looked over at Ganesh, who was seated down on the chair facing us with Rahul standing beside him.
“So… you think you can come here and throw your money around?”, Senthil sneered at him. “You rich fucker’s think they can buy anything. How much are you paying these whores?!”
“They…they’re not…whores….uncle.They…they are my friends…”, Rahul said softly, looking at my scared face then at Manisha who was still crying into the pillow at the other end of the bed.
“Must be nice to have friends that suck your cock eh boy?”, Ganesh laughed out loud, blowing out his cigarette smoke upwards towards Rahul’s face.
“I wish I had friends like that too.”, Senthil chuckled. I felt his right hand on my back, placed right on my bra strap over my shirt. His touch was making me uncomfortable. “I haven’t gotten my cock sucked by a beautiful woman in a long time.”, he continued, laughing. Senthil took his hand off my back and placed it on my head, pushing the loose strands of hair back behind my ears.
“Move your hands, boy!.”, Ganesh suddenly said, his tone suddenly serious, he was leaning forward as he threw the cigarette bud onto the ground, putting it out with his shoes.
“Uncle…uncle….please don’t.”, Rahul said softly, looking down at the old security guard. Manisha moved her body up, her back leaning against the bedrest. Dried tears on her cheeks, she looked visibly shaken.
“You better listen to me bastard.”, Ganesh growled at him, “Or I am going to tear that bitch’s asshole.”, he pointed at Manisha, who’s face suddenly dropped as she whimpered softly.
”Please….please…don’t hurt me…”, she begged him.
**End of Part 18.**
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