24-02-2022, 06:26 AM
**Part 29.**
Rahul’s body jerked up when he heard Senthil shout at him. He fearfully pushed himself off the side of the bed and slowly walked towards Senthil. Ganesh was smiling at him, looking at Rahul’s soft cock.
“Sit down here.”, Senthil glared at him. “Think again. Either you call your father or we will have another round with these two sluts.”. I felt Manisha’s hand hold mine tightly, she was shivering a little bit hearing Senthil’s comment. I too was afraid. At this point, I assumed the men would let us go after fucking Manisha and me. Both my pussy and asshole were sore, I wanted to wash the taste of cum from my mouth so bad.
I lifted my head up a little bit to take a look at Manisha. She was lying down beside me, her chest heaving up and down, those perfect dark pink nipples hard and pointing upwards. Her legs were slightly open, the little fine pubic hair sticking out a little bit with her light brown fat pussy lips still slightly red and bruised from the pussy slapping she had endured. Her thick labia skin was slightly enlarged and the flesh peeking out from between those juicy pussy lips. There was dried cum all over her mouth, dry tears on her cheeks. I gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.
“Are you going to get me my money, boy?”, Senthil was staring at him as Ganesh slowly slid his pants back on and sat back on the chair, pulling his old phone out to make a call. Rahul remained quiet, staring down at his feet. “Sit down here, useless bastard.”, Senthil shouted at him. “At least he is giving us an opportunity to fuck them again.”, he pointed at Manisha and me, laughing.
Rahul sat down cross-legged on the floor beside Senthil’s chair, hanging his head down. Ganesh was sitting on Senthil’s right hand side, on the phone with someone. I could hear him ordering food from the run-down hotel kitchen downstairs. The day definitely did not go as we had planned, and we had no idea what was in store for us. I could feel Senthil’s eyes on our bodies. Manisha had turned to face me, blocking my body but leaving her back and ass exposed towards the 3 three men. I slowly wrapped my hands around her, hugging her tightly.
Senthil slowly stood up, picking up his clothes and slowly started to put them on. He left his pants unbuckled and his shirt unbuttoned as he looked at us while he got dressed. Then he sat down at the edge of the bed, in front of our feet.
“You girls would not even look at me when you walked by in the morning.”, he sneered, “This slut.”, he tapped Manisha’s feet, “She was rude and disrespectful, even the first she came to fuck that little cock in my hotel.”. Manisha pulled her feet away from him as he chuckled at her. “Look at where you are now, fucking bitch.”, Senthil pushed his glasses up his nose, looking at Manisha’s ass.
Ganesh kept his phone away after his call and watched silently, a slight smile on his face, happy to have been a part of this group fuck.
Senthil reached out with his right hand and grabbed Manisha’s butt cheek, spreading the flesh apart exposing her stretched pink sore asshole to Rahul and Ganesh. He laughed at her, “This hole is twice its size now.”, he mocked her. Manisha’s kept quiet; her eyes shut. Senthil pulled out his phone, and took a picture of her spread anus.
“Uncle...please...don’t..”, Manisha realized what he was doing.” Please...don’t take any pictures.”, she begged him.
Senthil grabbed her left thigh and pushed her body sideways so she was lying down on her back, her legs spread slightly. He aimed his phone camera right between her legs, snapping a close-up picture of her pussy. “How else would I be able to make sure your boyfriend will get me my money?”, he sneered, looking at Rahul who was seated on the floor.
“I didn’t do anything to you... please ..uncle... I am sorry...”, Manisha begged him. “I won’t be rude ever again... please.”, her placed her hands over her pubic area, covering as much as she could.
Senthil turned his phone screen towards her, her face went dark as she saw the picture of her fat pussy lips inside a WhatsApp group chat. Replies were starting to pour in as Senthil’s phone started to receive multiple notifications. Manisha’s started to cry again. “Please uncle... don’t...”, she sobbed at him.
Senthil smiled at her. “I am just giving my friends a tease.”, he laughed as he started reading the replies he was receiving. “Move your hands bitch, or the next picture will be your face.”. Manisha slowly moved her hands away, spreading her legs wide towards Senthil. He continued to take pictures of her pussy, using his fingers to push the juicy lips apart, taking close up shots of her. He got on his knees, aiming the camera at her breasts and face.
“Don’t cover your face randi.”, Ganesh mocked her from the chair. “How will everyone know whose beautiful face that pussy belongs to?”
Manisha placed her hands by her side, looking up at the camera as Senthil took a full body shot of her spread legs, breasts and face.
“Now, you.”, Senthil sneered at me. “Kiss her.”, he used his right index finger to point at Manisha. “Hurry up. I want to take a video.”, he laughed, holding his phone steady towards us.
Fuck. Again. I did not know what else to do except to follow Senthil’s instructions. His actions were unpredictable. At least I knew Dadi had Mr Arul’s word that those photos and videos of me remained with him. Senthil was dangerous, he would spread it to his friends and someone was bound to recognize one of us.
“Faster randi.”, Ganesh bellowed again, enjoying the lesbian activities Senthil was making us perform for them. His right hand slowly stroking his cock over his old raggedy uniform pants.
I turned my head towards Manisha crying face. “shhh...it’s ok...it’s ok....”, I gently stroked her hair.
“I can’t take this anymore, Shanti.”, she cried, looking at me.
“Just follow what he says.”, I whispered. In truth, I was really afraid of Senthil more than Ganesh. I wanted to do my best to avoid the situation getting from bad to worse. I knew these two had it in them to hurt us, including poor Rahul, who has been enduring cuckhold humiliation from the time this started. He looked mentally broken and tired, waiting for this hell to end.
I planted a soft kiss on Manisha’s lips.
“More.”, Senthil growled, bringing the phone closer to our faces.
Manisha placed her right hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her, her lips touched mine again as she gently sucked on my lower lip. “Mmmm...”, I moaned softly. Fuck. She was a really good kisser. I could smell and taste Ganesh’s cum in her mouth and breath. I ignored it, focusing on her lips.
“Play with those big tits.”, Senthil said, taking in a deep breath. He grabbed Manisha’s right hand and placed it on my hard left nipple. Moving the phone downwards towards our breasts. Manisha placed the entire palm of her right hand on my left breast, gently squeezing the flesh. My nipples were still sore from Ganesh’s biting and nibbling, but Manisha knew how to play with it without hurting me. Her thumb and index finger are very gently turning and flicking the hard dark brown nub.
I could hear Senthil’s breathing getting harder as he continued to record the both of us. Rahul was straining his neck trying to figure out what was going on, on the bed.
Manisha had her eyes closed, her lips slowly leaving mine as she slowly moved her head downwards, gently kissing my cheeks and neck.
“Ahh..mm...”. I moaned softly, enjoying it. Manisha continued downwards until her mouth finally found my nipple. She gently bit down on the nub, using her tongue to flick and play with it. She pushed my body until I laid down on my back, switching from ne nipple to another, her hands grabbing and squeezing my breasts gently. I was in heaven.
Senthil pushed my legs apart, bringing the phone camera down between my legs. “Look at this beautiful shaved pussy.”, he said, holding the phone steady with one hand, the other spreading my juicy dark lips apart. Senthil placed his middle finger in between my wet slit, slowly sliding it up and down until he found my clit. He pinched it, making it stick out, the phone camera just inches away from my pussy.
“That was my favorite hole, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh chuckled, his cock was hard again inside his pants as he continued to stroke the shaft.
Senthil’s middle finger found my sore pink pussy hole, slowly sliding it in. “Mmmmm...”, I moaned, Manisha was working her mouth on both my breasts while Senthil fingered me gently while taking his video. His finger slowly slid in and out of my tight hole, the thumb resting and slowly pushing up against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He massaged it for a little while then pulled his finger out.
“Now both of you spread wide.”, he said, positioning his body backwards a little bit, making sure to get the both of us in frame. Manisha adjusted herself so that her mouth was still attached to my right breast, her tongue still playing with my hard nipple as she slowly spread her legs as well. Both of our thighs interlocked each other as our pussies were spread open towards Senthil.
“Arewaaaaah! What a view.”, Senthil smiled wide. "Two beautiful pussies spread wide open for me. Look at them, boy.”, he said out loud to Rahul. “They both can be trained sluts.”, he laughed.
**End of Part 29.**
Rahul’s body jerked up when he heard Senthil shout at him. He fearfully pushed himself off the side of the bed and slowly walked towards Senthil. Ganesh was smiling at him, looking at Rahul’s soft cock.
“Sit down here.”, Senthil glared at him. “Think again. Either you call your father or we will have another round with these two sluts.”. I felt Manisha’s hand hold mine tightly, she was shivering a little bit hearing Senthil’s comment. I too was afraid. At this point, I assumed the men would let us go after fucking Manisha and me. Both my pussy and asshole were sore, I wanted to wash the taste of cum from my mouth so bad.
I lifted my head up a little bit to take a look at Manisha. She was lying down beside me, her chest heaving up and down, those perfect dark pink nipples hard and pointing upwards. Her legs were slightly open, the little fine pubic hair sticking out a little bit with her light brown fat pussy lips still slightly red and bruised from the pussy slapping she had endured. Her thick labia skin was slightly enlarged and the flesh peeking out from between those juicy pussy lips. There was dried cum all over her mouth, dry tears on her cheeks. I gently stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.
“Are you going to get me my money, boy?”, Senthil was staring at him as Ganesh slowly slid his pants back on and sat back on the chair, pulling his old phone out to make a call. Rahul remained quiet, staring down at his feet. “Sit down here, useless bastard.”, Senthil shouted at him. “At least he is giving us an opportunity to fuck them again.”, he pointed at Manisha and me, laughing.
Rahul sat down cross-legged on the floor beside Senthil’s chair, hanging his head down. Ganesh was sitting on Senthil’s right hand side, on the phone with someone. I could hear him ordering food from the run-down hotel kitchen downstairs. The day definitely did not go as we had planned, and we had no idea what was in store for us. I could feel Senthil’s eyes on our bodies. Manisha had turned to face me, blocking my body but leaving her back and ass exposed towards the 3 three men. I slowly wrapped my hands around her, hugging her tightly.
Senthil slowly stood up, picking up his clothes and slowly started to put them on. He left his pants unbuckled and his shirt unbuttoned as he looked at us while he got dressed. Then he sat down at the edge of the bed, in front of our feet.
“You girls would not even look at me when you walked by in the morning.”, he sneered, “This slut.”, he tapped Manisha’s feet, “She was rude and disrespectful, even the first she came to fuck that little cock in my hotel.”. Manisha pulled her feet away from him as he chuckled at her. “Look at where you are now, fucking bitch.”, Senthil pushed his glasses up his nose, looking at Manisha’s ass.
Ganesh kept his phone away after his call and watched silently, a slight smile on his face, happy to have been a part of this group fuck.
Senthil reached out with his right hand and grabbed Manisha’s butt cheek, spreading the flesh apart exposing her stretched pink sore asshole to Rahul and Ganesh. He laughed at her, “This hole is twice its size now.”, he mocked her. Manisha’s kept quiet; her eyes shut. Senthil pulled out his phone, and took a picture of her spread anus.
“Uncle...please...don’t..”, Manisha realized what he was doing.” Please...don’t take any pictures.”, she begged him.
Senthil grabbed her left thigh and pushed her body sideways so she was lying down on her back, her legs spread slightly. He aimed his phone camera right between her legs, snapping a close-up picture of her pussy. “How else would I be able to make sure your boyfriend will get me my money?”, he sneered, looking at Rahul who was seated on the floor.
“I didn’t do anything to you... please ..uncle... I am sorry...”, Manisha begged him. “I won’t be rude ever again... please.”, her placed her hands over her pubic area, covering as much as she could.
Senthil turned his phone screen towards her, her face went dark as she saw the picture of her fat pussy lips inside a WhatsApp group chat. Replies were starting to pour in as Senthil’s phone started to receive multiple notifications. Manisha’s started to cry again. “Please uncle... don’t...”, she sobbed at him.
Senthil smiled at her. “I am just giving my friends a tease.”, he laughed as he started reading the replies he was receiving. “Move your hands bitch, or the next picture will be your face.”. Manisha slowly moved her hands away, spreading her legs wide towards Senthil. He continued to take pictures of her pussy, using his fingers to push the juicy lips apart, taking close up shots of her. He got on his knees, aiming the camera at her breasts and face.
“Don’t cover your face randi.”, Ganesh mocked her from the chair. “How will everyone know whose beautiful face that pussy belongs to?”
Manisha placed her hands by her side, looking up at the camera as Senthil took a full body shot of her spread legs, breasts and face.
“Now, you.”, Senthil sneered at me. “Kiss her.”, he used his right index finger to point at Manisha. “Hurry up. I want to take a video.”, he laughed, holding his phone steady towards us.
Fuck. Again. I did not know what else to do except to follow Senthil’s instructions. His actions were unpredictable. At least I knew Dadi had Mr Arul’s word that those photos and videos of me remained with him. Senthil was dangerous, he would spread it to his friends and someone was bound to recognize one of us.
“Faster randi.”, Ganesh bellowed again, enjoying the lesbian activities Senthil was making us perform for them. His right hand slowly stroking his cock over his old raggedy uniform pants.
I turned my head towards Manisha crying face. “shhh...it’s ok...it’s ok....”, I gently stroked her hair.
“I can’t take this anymore, Shanti.”, she cried, looking at me.
“Just follow what he says.”, I whispered. In truth, I was really afraid of Senthil more than Ganesh. I wanted to do my best to avoid the situation getting from bad to worse. I knew these two had it in them to hurt us, including poor Rahul, who has been enduring cuckhold humiliation from the time this started. He looked mentally broken and tired, waiting for this hell to end.
I planted a soft kiss on Manisha’s lips.
“More.”, Senthil growled, bringing the phone closer to our faces.
Manisha placed her right hand behind my head, pulling me closer to her, her lips touched mine again as she gently sucked on my lower lip. “Mmmm...”, I moaned softly. Fuck. She was a really good kisser. I could smell and taste Ganesh’s cum in her mouth and breath. I ignored it, focusing on her lips.
“Play with those big tits.”, Senthil said, taking in a deep breath. He grabbed Manisha’s right hand and placed it on my hard left nipple. Moving the phone downwards towards our breasts. Manisha placed the entire palm of her right hand on my left breast, gently squeezing the flesh. My nipples were still sore from Ganesh’s biting and nibbling, but Manisha knew how to play with it without hurting me. Her thumb and index finger are very gently turning and flicking the hard dark brown nub.
I could hear Senthil’s breathing getting harder as he continued to record the both of us. Rahul was straining his neck trying to figure out what was going on, on the bed.
Manisha had her eyes closed, her lips slowly leaving mine as she slowly moved her head downwards, gently kissing my cheeks and neck.
“Ahh..mm...”. I moaned softly, enjoying it. Manisha continued downwards until her mouth finally found my nipple. She gently bit down on the nub, using her tongue to flick and play with it. She pushed my body until I laid down on my back, switching from ne nipple to another, her hands grabbing and squeezing my breasts gently. I was in heaven.
Senthil pushed my legs apart, bringing the phone camera down between my legs. “Look at this beautiful shaved pussy.”, he said, holding the phone steady with one hand, the other spreading my juicy dark lips apart. Senthil placed his middle finger in between my wet slit, slowly sliding it up and down until he found my clit. He pinched it, making it stick out, the phone camera just inches away from my pussy.
“That was my favorite hole, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh chuckled, his cock was hard again inside his pants as he continued to stroke the shaft.
Senthil’s middle finger found my sore pink pussy hole, slowly sliding it in. “Mmmmm...”, I moaned, Manisha was working her mouth on both my breasts while Senthil fingered me gently while taking his video. His finger slowly slid in and out of my tight hole, the thumb resting and slowly pushing up against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He massaged it for a little while then pulled his finger out.
“Now both of you spread wide.”, he said, positioning his body backwards a little bit, making sure to get the both of us in frame. Manisha adjusted herself so that her mouth was still attached to my right breast, her tongue still playing with my hard nipple as she slowly spread her legs as well. Both of our thighs interlocked each other as our pussies were spread open towards Senthil.
“Arewaaaaah! What a view.”, Senthil smiled wide. "Two beautiful pussies spread wide open for me. Look at them, boy.”, he said out loud to Rahul. “They both can be trained sluts.”, he laughed.
**End of Part 29.**
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