28-02-2022, 09:27 AM
**Part 31.**
Fuck. Who was knocking on the door? Manisha grabbed the blanket, rushing to cover our bodies from whoever was on the other end.
“I think the food and drinks are here, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh said, looking at Senthil.
Senthil went towards Rahul, pulling him up by the arm. “Get inside the toilet, bastard.”, he said softly. “I don’t want anybody to see my cash cow.”, he winked at him, pushing him into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
This left Senthil standing in his unbuckled trousers and unbuttoned shirt with Ganesh seated on the chair topless, just wearing his pants. Manisha and I were naked, trying to cover ourselves under the blanket.
“This is bad.”, I whispered to Manisha. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
“I can’t do this anymore, Shanti.”, she whimpered, “I’ve never felt this degraded and humiliated in my life.”, her eyes were watery again. I looked down, unable to look her in the face.
“Shut up!”, Senthil shouted at us. His eyes suddenly lit up. “You!”, he pointed at me. “Come here.”,he smiled slyly.
“No..no... please...”, Fuck. What did this sick bastard want to do now? Senthil walked towards the bed, grabbing the blanket and throwing it onto the floor, leaving the two of us naked and afraid. Ganesh watched on, amused at whatever was going on.
Senthil grabbed my hand, pulling me upwards. “You better listen to everything I tell you, bitch.”, he grabbed my right breast, his thumb and index finger pinching my nipple hard. “I don’t want to repeat myself. One more time and I will throw you out onto the street naked. Understand?!”
“Yes... yes uncle... I understand.”, I said softly, my nipple aching as he released it.
“Good.”, he smiled. “Open the door.”
I gulped hard, slowly making my way towards the door. I could feel my heavy breasts jiggling as I walked past Ganesh, who was looking up at me from his chair. “Hurry up, randi. I’m hungry.”, he giggled. His old oily face twisted into a sick smile. Senthil was following me closely behind, his fingers tapping my ass to hurry up.
I took a deep breath as I placed my hand on the door knob, slowly turning the handle. I opened it slightly, peeking my head out while hiding my naked body behind the door.
“Akka, I got an order for food and drinks to this room?”, a smiling boy stood in front of me, holding a tray of samosas, vadais and other finger foods in one hand, the other a black plastic bag with what I assumed was alcohol. He looked at my face peeking from behind the door with a grin.
He looked like he was slightly younger than me, small framed, dark skinned and skinny. He was wearing an old pair of pants and a dirty white shirt.
“Uhh...”, I stared at him, unsure of what to do. I looked at Manisha who was on the bed, the hands covering her breasts and pussy, trying to hide. Senthil came behind me, his right hand grabbing my left butt cheek, gently squeezing the meat. He looked over my shoulder into the gap of the door.
“Ahhh... Hasan. It’s you. Where is your father?”, Senthil inquired, looking behind the boy into the hallway.
“He is busy, Senthil uncle. He told me to deliver the food and er..drink...to you.”, Hasan replied. Senthil took a minute to think, then smiled. “Come in aiya. Place the food on the table over there.”. Before I could react, Senthil pulled the door wide open, exposing my naked body to him.
Hasan’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened, his gaze shifting from my face, to my dark nipples down to my pussy. “Ak..akka...”, he stammered, “Why... why are you naked...?”. He froze at the doorway, taking in every detail of my body as I tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and come inside.”, Senthil laughed at his shocked expression. Hasan stumbled in, not taking his eyes off me as Senthil closed the door. Ganesh grunted, acknowledging Hasan as he made his way to the little round table close to the chair he was sitting on.
Manisha grabbed a pillow, trying to cover herself as Hasan turned to look, surprised to see another naked female on the bed. She covered her face, trying to hide herself from his view.
“Pour the drink, Hasan.”, Senthil said, looking at the black plastic bag he was holding, “I’m thirsty.”. Hasan looked lost, trying to read the situation in the room. Senthil grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him as he sat on the empty chair beside Ganesh, I stood on his right, still covering myself, looking at the floor. There was silence from the bathroom, Rahul had his ears plastered on the door, trying to listen to everything that was happening inside the room.
Hasan slowly opened the bag, taking out two plastic cups and a bottle of cheap whisky. He prepared the drinks and gave the cups to the two men. Senthil looked at him amused, “Why do you look so surprised, aiya?”, he and Ganesh laughed.
“I... Er... why are these two sisters naked, uncle.”, he stammered, still looking at me, then at Manisha.
“Oh. “, Senthil laughed. “They are whores.”, he tapped my bum. “You know what are whore’s right? I’m sure you have seen many come and go here.
“Yes...yes, I know. But they don’t look like prostitutes, uncle.”
“These two are special.”, Ganesh said, laughing as he took a vadai from the plate. “Have you seen a naked woman before?”
“No... no... never.”, Hasan said, his interest peaking. He looked at me again, his eyes transfixed on the hand covering my pussy.
“Really?.”, Senthil asked him, “At your age you should be having a lot of sex. Unlike old men like us.”, he laughed. Senthil took a sip of whisky, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. “Do you know how to turn a woman on, Hasan?”
“No.. No Senthil uncle...”, he replied softly.
“Ahhh.Ow!.”, I fell backwards onto him, my breasts shaking in Hasan’s view. I immediately crossed my legs, hiding my pussy. Senthil wrapped his left hand around my stomach, holding my body down on top of his. His mouth close to my right ear. I could get a whiff of whisky from his breath as he spoke.
“Sit down, aiya.”, Senthil smiled as he pointed to the end of the bed in front of us. Hasan sat on the edge, beside Manisha’s legs. She brought her knees up to her chest, covering her breasts. Her pussy lips squished together between her thighs. “Let me teach you.”
“Why are you covering yourself, randi?”, Ganesh laughed, looking at her. He refilled his pack, taking another swing of the cheap whisky. His thick bulge is obvious to everyone in the room. “Come on, sit beside him.”
Manisha slowly moved her body to the edge of the bed, sitting down beside Hasan. She kept her hands on her chest, covering her nipples, her legs closed. Hasan glanced at her face, blushing slightly as he took in her beauty.
Senthil grabbed my breasts, pushing them together towards Hasan, his index fingers slowly doing slow circles around my areolas. “Look at these, Hasan.”, he pinched the dark wrinkly circles, making my nipples harden and stick out. “Look at how hard her nipples become when I play with them.” he snickered.
“Mmmm...”, I moaned before I could stop myself as I felt Senthil’s finger graze over the hard nub.
**End of Part 31.**
Fuck. Who was knocking on the door? Manisha grabbed the blanket, rushing to cover our bodies from whoever was on the other end.
“I think the food and drinks are here, Senthil sir.”, Ganesh said, looking at Senthil.
Senthil went towards Rahul, pulling him up by the arm. “Get inside the toilet, bastard.”, he said softly. “I don’t want anybody to see my cash cow.”, he winked at him, pushing him into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
This left Senthil standing in his unbuckled trousers and unbuttoned shirt with Ganesh seated on the chair topless, just wearing his pants. Manisha and I were naked, trying to cover ourselves under the blanket.
“This is bad.”, I whispered to Manisha. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
“I can’t do this anymore, Shanti.”, she whimpered, “I’ve never felt this degraded and humiliated in my life.”, her eyes were watery again. I looked down, unable to look her in the face.
“Shut up!”, Senthil shouted at us. His eyes suddenly lit up. “You!”, he pointed at me. “Come here.”,he smiled slyly.
“No..no... please...”, Fuck. What did this sick bastard want to do now? Senthil walked towards the bed, grabbing the blanket and throwing it onto the floor, leaving the two of us naked and afraid. Ganesh watched on, amused at whatever was going on.
Senthil grabbed my hand, pulling me upwards. “You better listen to everything I tell you, bitch.”, he grabbed my right breast, his thumb and index finger pinching my nipple hard. “I don’t want to repeat myself. One more time and I will throw you out onto the street naked. Understand?!”
“Yes... yes uncle... I understand.”, I said softly, my nipple aching as he released it.
“Good.”, he smiled. “Open the door.”
I gulped hard, slowly making my way towards the door. I could feel my heavy breasts jiggling as I walked past Ganesh, who was looking up at me from his chair. “Hurry up, randi. I’m hungry.”, he giggled. His old oily face twisted into a sick smile. Senthil was following me closely behind, his fingers tapping my ass to hurry up.
I took a deep breath as I placed my hand on the door knob, slowly turning the handle. I opened it slightly, peeking my head out while hiding my naked body behind the door.
“Akka, I got an order for food and drinks to this room?”, a smiling boy stood in front of me, holding a tray of samosas, vadais and other finger foods in one hand, the other a black plastic bag with what I assumed was alcohol. He looked at my face peeking from behind the door with a grin.
He looked like he was slightly younger than me, small framed, dark skinned and skinny. He was wearing an old pair of pants and a dirty white shirt.
“Uhh...”, I stared at him, unsure of what to do. I looked at Manisha who was on the bed, the hands covering her breasts and pussy, trying to hide. Senthil came behind me, his right hand grabbing my left butt cheek, gently squeezing the meat. He looked over my shoulder into the gap of the door.
“Ahhh... Hasan. It’s you. Where is your father?”, Senthil inquired, looking behind the boy into the hallway.
“He is busy, Senthil uncle. He told me to deliver the food and er..drink...to you.”, Hasan replied. Senthil took a minute to think, then smiled. “Come in aiya. Place the food on the table over there.”. Before I could react, Senthil pulled the door wide open, exposing my naked body to him.
Hasan’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened, his gaze shifting from my face, to my dark nipples down to my pussy. “Ak..akka...”, he stammered, “Why... why are you naked...?”. He froze at the doorway, taking in every detail of my body as I tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and come inside.”, Senthil laughed at his shocked expression. Hasan stumbled in, not taking his eyes off me as Senthil closed the door. Ganesh grunted, acknowledging Hasan as he made his way to the little round table close to the chair he was sitting on.
Manisha grabbed a pillow, trying to cover herself as Hasan turned to look, surprised to see another naked female on the bed. She covered her face, trying to hide herself from his view.
“Pour the drink, Hasan.”, Senthil said, looking at the black plastic bag he was holding, “I’m thirsty.”. Hasan looked lost, trying to read the situation in the room. Senthil grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him as he sat on the empty chair beside Ganesh, I stood on his right, still covering myself, looking at the floor. There was silence from the bathroom, Rahul had his ears plastered on the door, trying to listen to everything that was happening inside the room.
Hasan slowly opened the bag, taking out two plastic cups and a bottle of cheap whisky. He prepared the drinks and gave the cups to the two men. Senthil looked at him amused, “Why do you look so surprised, aiya?”, he and Ganesh laughed.
“I... Er... why are these two sisters naked, uncle.”, he stammered, still looking at me, then at Manisha.
“Oh. “, Senthil laughed. “They are whores.”, he tapped my bum. “You know what are whore’s right? I’m sure you have seen many come and go here.
“Yes...yes, I know. But they don’t look like prostitutes, uncle.”
“These two are special.”, Ganesh said, laughing as he took a vadai from the plate. “Have you seen a naked woman before?”
“No... no... never.”, Hasan said, his interest peaking. He looked at me again, his eyes transfixed on the hand covering my pussy.
“Really?.”, Senthil asked him, “At your age you should be having a lot of sex. Unlike old men like us.”, he laughed. Senthil took a sip of whisky, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. “Do you know how to turn a woman on, Hasan?”
“No.. No Senthil uncle...”, he replied softly.
“Ahhh.Ow!.”, I fell backwards onto him, my breasts shaking in Hasan’s view. I immediately crossed my legs, hiding my pussy. Senthil wrapped his left hand around my stomach, holding my body down on top of his. His mouth close to my right ear. I could get a whiff of whisky from his breath as he spoke.
“Sit down, aiya.”, Senthil smiled as he pointed to the end of the bed in front of us. Hasan sat on the edge, beside Manisha’s legs. She brought her knees up to her chest, covering her breasts. Her pussy lips squished together between her thighs. “Let me teach you.”
“Why are you covering yourself, randi?”, Ganesh laughed, looking at her. He refilled his pack, taking another swing of the cheap whisky. His thick bulge is obvious to everyone in the room. “Come on, sit beside him.”
Manisha slowly moved her body to the edge of the bed, sitting down beside Hasan. She kept her hands on her chest, covering her nipples, her legs closed. Hasan glanced at her face, blushing slightly as he took in her beauty.
Senthil grabbed my breasts, pushing them together towards Hasan, his index fingers slowly doing slow circles around my areolas. “Look at these, Hasan.”, he pinched the dark wrinkly circles, making my nipples harden and stick out. “Look at how hard her nipples become when I play with them.” he snickered.
“Mmmm...”, I moaned before I could stop myself as I felt Senthil’s finger graze over the hard nub.
**End of Part 31.**
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