02-03-2022, 02:27 PM
**Part 35.**
We could hear loud sobbing coming from the floor. Manisha was covering her face, crying hard into the palms of her hand. Senthil stood over her, still holding his phone, the camera pointed towards her face.
“This will teach you some manners, slut.”, he sneered, using his free hand to adjust his glasses.
Ganesh looked over towards us. “Who asked you to stop, boy?”, he laughed. “Did you enjoy the water show?”, he mocked Rahul. "You can piss in that randi’s pussy if you want.”, he continued as he stood up and walked over to his pants. The bottle of cheap whisky lay empty on the table.
Rahul’s eyes were red as he slowly started to thrust his hips into me again. I could see him starting to tear up. His cock was still rock hard as it slid in and out of me. Slowly increasing in speed.
I wrapped my arms around Rahul’s back, pulling his body closer to mine. “Hmmm...fuck. Faster Rahul.”, I moaned, enjoying the pleasure my pussy was receiving, but I was still worried about Manisha. I wanted him to finish so that I could check on her.
Senthil turned his phone off and placed it on the table, leaving Manisha to cry on the floor. He pulled up his pants and collapsed back on his chair, watching us. “Make sure you cum inside her, bastard.”, he said, not taking his eyes off us.
“Ahh..ahh..ahh..”, Rahul moaned softly, his hips moving faster and faster. His eyes were closed as he continued to pound me. The thick scent of cum radiating off his face was intoxicating. “Ahh... Shanti... fuck...I'm sorry... I'm sorry...”, Rahul moaned loudly as his cock tensed, ejaculating into me.
I held him tightly, bucking my hips deeper into his cock, taking his seed. Rahul pushed himself up and collapsed beside me, breathing heavily, his little cock was still vomiting cum even as he laid down on his back. I could feel his cream slowly exiting my pussy. I had lost count of how much cum my pussy had taken today, reminding myself to make sure I take Mr Arul’s pill when I get home.
Manisha’s sobbing could still be heard from the floor as I slowly pushed my body upwards. Ganesh stood at the edge of the bed, watching me with a smile on his face. He was fully dressed in his old smelly security guard uniform. His old oily face brimming and shining from the alcohol he had consumed.
I slowly moved away from him closer towards Manisha. As I moved, Rahul’s cum was slowly dripping out of my pussy down onto my thighs and legs but I did not care. I got down on my hands and knees onto the floor, going towards Manisha.
“Manisha... Manisha...”, I wrapped my arms around her. The smell of sweat, cum and piss was strong. She was crying, her hair messy and unkept. The carpet which she laid down on was wet and soggy. “Come here.”, I carried her body upwards, pulling her face to my breasts, slowly stroking her hair. “It’s ok...it’s ok...”, trying to calming her down.
Ganesh sat on the side o the bed beside Rahul, reaching out his right and held onto Rahul’s wet creamy cock, pulling the foreskin down. “Did you have fun, boy?”, his thumb slowly twirling around Rahul’s slimy pee hole as he smiled widely.
Senthil stood up again, looking at Manisha and me on the floor, then at Rahul. He held his phone up, indicating all the photos and videos he had taken of us. “I will give you a week.”, he said, his tone more businesslike and serious now, “Or else, everything will be shared to your family, friends, college... I'm sure you don’t want that.”
Rahul shook his head, his eyes wide with fear.
“One week. 10 lakhs.”, Senthil repeated, holding up both his hands to show his fingers. An absurd amount he knew Rahul had no way of getting. “Come Ganesh. Let’s leave them to fuck among themselves now. It’s what they came here to do in the first place.”, Senthil laughed.
Ganesh bent down, giving Rahul’s flaccid cock a kiss, tasting the cum on the cock head, “Maybe next time we can have fun, boy.”, he chuckled as he got up, following Senthil out the door.
We heard the door slam shut, leaving the three of us alone in the room.
“Fuck!!.”, Rahul shouted, bursting into tears. “What am I going to do!!.”, Rahul looked at us, putting his hands together, tears rolling down his eyes, “I’m sorry Manisha. Shanti. I’m so sorry...”, he begged.
“Enough Rahul. Help me. “, I held Manisha by her underarm, trying to pull her body upwards. She was still sobbing, a little quieter now, her nose was leaking and tears still rolling down her cheeks. Rahul jumped off the bed, grabbing her other arm. We both slowly guided her to the bathroom. “I will clean her, Rahul.”
“Alright.”, he gently stroked her hair, looking at her with sadness, then went back into the bedroom.
“Are you ok?”, I asked her softly, looking at her face.
“Yea... yea...”, she sat down on the toilet bowl. I still held her arm, guiding her down. “Fucking monsters.”, She buried her face in her palms. I could hear the slow trickle of piss hitting the water.
“Come on, let's get clean and get the fuck out of here.”, I picked up the shower head, slowly spraying water onto her body.
“I’m sorry Shanti. I so sorry I got you into this mess...”, she started to cry again.
“No..no.. It's ok.”, it obviously wasn’t ok, but I dd not know what else to tell her. I grabbed her arm, slowly pulling her up to stand. She got up, flushing the toilet as she stood up. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment. I grabbed the bar or soap, slowly washing her body, making sure every inch of her was clean.
I bent down, rubbing the soap on her legs right up to her inner thighs. “Uh. Shall I?". Manisha nodded. I looked at her soft pussy lips. I could tell they were sore; her labia flesh was peeking out from between the puffy meat. Manisha nodded her head as I slowly rubbed the bar of soap between her legs and butt cheeks, paying more attention towards cleaning her anus.
I took the shower head, spraying her with water, washing off the soap. Rahul stood at the door, holding a towel. “Go on, get changed.”. Manisha slowly moved towards the door as Rahul led her into the room to wipe her down. I quickly washed myself, spraying water and soap into my pussy and asshole to wash out whatever remaining cum that might be there and came out into the room.
Manisha had already changed, seated on the chair that Senthil was on. Her legs were up on the cushion, her head buried between her knees. Rahul went into the bathroom to clean up as well.
“Hey, it’s ok.”, I stood there naked, slowly patting her head, water dripping off my body onto the floor. “Manisha... Look at me.”. She slowly lifted her head, looking me in the eye. “We will figure this out ok.”, I ensured her as I grabbed the towel from the floor and dried myself off.
After Rahul had changed, we slowly sneaked out of the hotel, making sure to try and avoid bumping into any of the hotel staff. I prayed in relief when we went out past the main door that Ganesh’s chair was empty.
The sky was slowly getting dark as I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was just after 6. Time had flown by the entire day. We slowly made our way towards my house as I held Manisha’s hand, leading her. Rahul followed closely behind, looking down at his feet, deep in thought.
“Shanti.. Can I stay at your house tonight?”, Manisha said softly.
“Yes. Yes, of course.”, I gripped her hand tighter.
Rahul followed us up to the front gate then hugged Manisha tightly. “I’m so sorry Manisha.”, he cried into her shoulders, then looked up at me. “Shanti, I'm sorry..”.
I let out a sigh. “It’s ok Rahul. Look, just go home. Get some rest. Let's figure this out tomorrow. I can’t think right now.”
“Yea.”, Manisha said softly.
I held her hand and guided her into the house as Rahul started his journey back home by himself. We could hear the television as we entered the hall. My brother was seated on the couch, waving at us as we walked past us. I knew he had started to have a crush on Manisha recently. If only he knew everything that just happened hours ago.
“Hey, there’s food in the kitchen.”, Naresh, my brother said happily. “Hey, Manisha.”, he smiled at her.
“Hey, Naresh.”, she forced a smile.
“Yea. We’ll eat in the room. Thanks Naresh.”, I replied him as he gave a thumbs up and shifted his focus back to the screen. We were both hungry, but I don’t think neither of us had the mood to eat right now.
We went into the room, locking the door behind us. Manisha collapsed on the bed, with me beside her. We laid down there a while, looking at the ceiling as we slowly dozed off.
**End of Part 35.**
We could hear loud sobbing coming from the floor. Manisha was covering her face, crying hard into the palms of her hand. Senthil stood over her, still holding his phone, the camera pointed towards her face.
“This will teach you some manners, slut.”, he sneered, using his free hand to adjust his glasses.
Ganesh looked over towards us. “Who asked you to stop, boy?”, he laughed. “Did you enjoy the water show?”, he mocked Rahul. "You can piss in that randi’s pussy if you want.”, he continued as he stood up and walked over to his pants. The bottle of cheap whisky lay empty on the table.
Rahul’s eyes were red as he slowly started to thrust his hips into me again. I could see him starting to tear up. His cock was still rock hard as it slid in and out of me. Slowly increasing in speed.
I wrapped my arms around Rahul’s back, pulling his body closer to mine. “Hmmm...fuck. Faster Rahul.”, I moaned, enjoying the pleasure my pussy was receiving, but I was still worried about Manisha. I wanted him to finish so that I could check on her.
Senthil turned his phone off and placed it on the table, leaving Manisha to cry on the floor. He pulled up his pants and collapsed back on his chair, watching us. “Make sure you cum inside her, bastard.”, he said, not taking his eyes off us.
“Ahh..ahh..ahh..”, Rahul moaned softly, his hips moving faster and faster. His eyes were closed as he continued to pound me. The thick scent of cum radiating off his face was intoxicating. “Ahh... Shanti... fuck...I'm sorry... I'm sorry...”, Rahul moaned loudly as his cock tensed, ejaculating into me.
I held him tightly, bucking my hips deeper into his cock, taking his seed. Rahul pushed himself up and collapsed beside me, breathing heavily, his little cock was still vomiting cum even as he laid down on his back. I could feel his cream slowly exiting my pussy. I had lost count of how much cum my pussy had taken today, reminding myself to make sure I take Mr Arul’s pill when I get home.
Manisha’s sobbing could still be heard from the floor as I slowly pushed my body upwards. Ganesh stood at the edge of the bed, watching me with a smile on his face. He was fully dressed in his old smelly security guard uniform. His old oily face brimming and shining from the alcohol he had consumed.
I slowly moved away from him closer towards Manisha. As I moved, Rahul’s cum was slowly dripping out of my pussy down onto my thighs and legs but I did not care. I got down on my hands and knees onto the floor, going towards Manisha.
“Manisha... Manisha...”, I wrapped my arms around her. The smell of sweat, cum and piss was strong. She was crying, her hair messy and unkept. The carpet which she laid down on was wet and soggy. “Come here.”, I carried her body upwards, pulling her face to my breasts, slowly stroking her hair. “It’s ok...it’s ok...”, trying to calming her down.
Ganesh sat on the side o the bed beside Rahul, reaching out his right and held onto Rahul’s wet creamy cock, pulling the foreskin down. “Did you have fun, boy?”, his thumb slowly twirling around Rahul’s slimy pee hole as he smiled widely.
Senthil stood up again, looking at Manisha and me on the floor, then at Rahul. He held his phone up, indicating all the photos and videos he had taken of us. “I will give you a week.”, he said, his tone more businesslike and serious now, “Or else, everything will be shared to your family, friends, college... I'm sure you don’t want that.”
Rahul shook his head, his eyes wide with fear.
“One week. 10 lakhs.”, Senthil repeated, holding up both his hands to show his fingers. An absurd amount he knew Rahul had no way of getting. “Come Ganesh. Let’s leave them to fuck among themselves now. It’s what they came here to do in the first place.”, Senthil laughed.
Ganesh bent down, giving Rahul’s flaccid cock a kiss, tasting the cum on the cock head, “Maybe next time we can have fun, boy.”, he chuckled as he got up, following Senthil out the door.
We heard the door slam shut, leaving the three of us alone in the room.
“Fuck!!.”, Rahul shouted, bursting into tears. “What am I going to do!!.”, Rahul looked at us, putting his hands together, tears rolling down his eyes, “I’m sorry Manisha. Shanti. I’m so sorry...”, he begged.
“Enough Rahul. Help me. “, I held Manisha by her underarm, trying to pull her body upwards. She was still sobbing, a little quieter now, her nose was leaking and tears still rolling down her cheeks. Rahul jumped off the bed, grabbing her other arm. We both slowly guided her to the bathroom. “I will clean her, Rahul.”
“Alright.”, he gently stroked her hair, looking at her with sadness, then went back into the bedroom.
“Are you ok?”, I asked her softly, looking at her face.
“Yea... yea...”, she sat down on the toilet bowl. I still held her arm, guiding her down. “Fucking monsters.”, She buried her face in her palms. I could hear the slow trickle of piss hitting the water.
“Come on, let's get clean and get the fuck out of here.”, I picked up the shower head, slowly spraying water onto her body.
“I’m sorry Shanti. I so sorry I got you into this mess...”, she started to cry again.
“No..no.. It's ok.”, it obviously wasn’t ok, but I dd not know what else to tell her. I grabbed her arm, slowly pulling her up to stand. She got up, flushing the toilet as she stood up. She looked like she was going to faint at any moment. I grabbed the bar or soap, slowly washing her body, making sure every inch of her was clean.
I bent down, rubbing the soap on her legs right up to her inner thighs. “Uh. Shall I?". Manisha nodded. I looked at her soft pussy lips. I could tell they were sore; her labia flesh was peeking out from between the puffy meat. Manisha nodded her head as I slowly rubbed the bar of soap between her legs and butt cheeks, paying more attention towards cleaning her anus.
I took the shower head, spraying her with water, washing off the soap. Rahul stood at the door, holding a towel. “Go on, get changed.”. Manisha slowly moved towards the door as Rahul led her into the room to wipe her down. I quickly washed myself, spraying water and soap into my pussy and asshole to wash out whatever remaining cum that might be there and came out into the room.
Manisha had already changed, seated on the chair that Senthil was on. Her legs were up on the cushion, her head buried between her knees. Rahul went into the bathroom to clean up as well.
“Hey, it’s ok.”, I stood there naked, slowly patting her head, water dripping off my body onto the floor. “Manisha... Look at me.”. She slowly lifted her head, looking me in the eye. “We will figure this out ok.”, I ensured her as I grabbed the towel from the floor and dried myself off.
After Rahul had changed, we slowly sneaked out of the hotel, making sure to try and avoid bumping into any of the hotel staff. I prayed in relief when we went out past the main door that Ganesh’s chair was empty.
The sky was slowly getting dark as I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was just after 6. Time had flown by the entire day. We slowly made our way towards my house as I held Manisha’s hand, leading her. Rahul followed closely behind, looking down at his feet, deep in thought.
“Shanti.. Can I stay at your house tonight?”, Manisha said softly.
“Yes. Yes, of course.”, I gripped her hand tighter.
Rahul followed us up to the front gate then hugged Manisha tightly. “I’m so sorry Manisha.”, he cried into her shoulders, then looked up at me. “Shanti, I'm sorry..”.
I let out a sigh. “It’s ok Rahul. Look, just go home. Get some rest. Let's figure this out tomorrow. I can’t think right now.”
“Yea.”, Manisha said softly.
I held her hand and guided her into the house as Rahul started his journey back home by himself. We could hear the television as we entered the hall. My brother was seated on the couch, waving at us as we walked past us. I knew he had started to have a crush on Manisha recently. If only he knew everything that just happened hours ago.
“Hey, there’s food in the kitchen.”, Naresh, my brother said happily. “Hey, Manisha.”, he smiled at her.
“Hey, Naresh.”, she forced a smile.
“Yea. We’ll eat in the room. Thanks Naresh.”, I replied him as he gave a thumbs up and shifted his focus back to the screen. We were both hungry, but I don’t think neither of us had the mood to eat right now.
We went into the room, locking the door behind us. Manisha collapsed on the bed, with me beside her. We laid down there a while, looking at the ceiling as we slowly dozed off.
**End of Part 35.**
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