18-02-2023, 08:22 PM
About halfway through her hollering, Mansi felt like she heard a strange noise. Like a knocking. But she thought she was imagining it. Maybe it was her brain knocking against her skull. But as she felt that ultimate release and her senses started registering reality again, she saw Dutt pulling up his pants and walking away. her cunt was sticky with Bhaskar's semen. But she was thinking about the noise. And this time she heard it clearly. It was knocking indeed. Someone was outside the room. And they must have definitely heard her shriek like that.
"Yes?" Dutt said, reaching the door.
"Your food, sir." a voice said.
"Oh right." Dutt said, and with his hand on the door looked at his two companions.
Mansi felt Bhaskar roughly pushing her off his lap. She staggered a little but retained her balance.
"Make yourself decent, whore, unless you want to flash the waiter." Bhaskar said, pulling his pants up quickly.
Mansi had just a couple of seconds to roll down her dress to cover her thighs and then pull up the front and slip her arms through the straps. It was a race against time, but she just about made it, standing there breathing heavily as Dutt opened the door.
The waiter walked in, feeling a little uncomfortable. Just as he knocked, he had heard that wail of a woman having an orgasm. Either that or being killed. And when he walked in pushing the food cart, his suspicions were confirmed. He saw a young woman in a sweat stained skimpy dress, her hair a mess, and her chest heaving as she stood there staring at the floor.
"Ummm...should I just leave it here, sir? I can come back later for your signature." the guy asked, wondering if they wanted privacy. Dutt was about to say, yes, come back later.
But Bhaskar was a pervert who was loving how uncomfortable this was making Mansi. So he spoke up.
"No, please put it on the table and serve us."
Mansi thought she would die of embarrassment. What must that waiter be thinking? That she was some whore who had just been fucked by these two men? Well...it was true, wasn't it?
The waiter behaved very professionally, taking care not to stare at Mansi. But he remembered her. He had met her briefly in the lobby when she asked him where the lifts were. Then she had been wearing a simple sari. Now she was dressed like a whore. Dutt was mildly amused at how Bhaskar had engineered the situation. he took his time signing the slip.
"Thank you sir." the waiter said after he got a generous tip and left.
Mansi was still rooted to the same spot. It was embarrassing. But she had also just had an orgasm, which felt great.
"Come, let's eat." Bhaskar stood up and tapped her on her ass.
"I'm not hungry." she said in a sullen voice.
"Shut up and eat. You will need your strength for the post lunch session."
The two men walked to the dining table and sat down. Reluctantly, Mansi went and joined them. And the 3 of them started having lunch quietly.
--
The more Mansi ate, the more she realized how hungry she was. She ate like a starved person, having twice the number of rotis as usual. Throughout lunch, Bhaskar kept staring at her and fondling her. Dutt kept his hands to himself though. Halfway through lunch, Bhaskar demanded that Mansi roll down the top of her dress and eat with her boobs exposed. She complied at once. That made Dutt feel something he often did. Boredom. Once a wife was bedded and broken, there was no sport left in it any more. He would still enjoy fucking her, of course. But he knew that soon, he had to move on to his next conquest.
Soon they all finished eating. And Mansi found out that Bhaskar was right about her needing strength for the post lunch session. As soon as she got out of the bathroom after washing her hands, she was dragged to the bedroom. This time, her dress was slipped off completely and her fully naked body was thrown on the bed. Dutt was a little disappointed that she had left her mangalsutra home this time.
"Yes?" Dutt said, reaching the door.
"Your food, sir." a voice said.
"Oh right." Dutt said, and with his hand on the door looked at his two companions.
Mansi felt Bhaskar roughly pushing her off his lap. She staggered a little but retained her balance.
"Make yourself decent, whore, unless you want to flash the waiter." Bhaskar said, pulling his pants up quickly.
Mansi had just a couple of seconds to roll down her dress to cover her thighs and then pull up the front and slip her arms through the straps. It was a race against time, but she just about made it, standing there breathing heavily as Dutt opened the door.
The waiter walked in, feeling a little uncomfortable. Just as he knocked, he had heard that wail of a woman having an orgasm. Either that or being killed. And when he walked in pushing the food cart, his suspicions were confirmed. He saw a young woman in a sweat stained skimpy dress, her hair a mess, and her chest heaving as she stood there staring at the floor.
"Ummm...should I just leave it here, sir? I can come back later for your signature." the guy asked, wondering if they wanted privacy. Dutt was about to say, yes, come back later.
But Bhaskar was a pervert who was loving how uncomfortable this was making Mansi. So he spoke up.
"No, please put it on the table and serve us."
Mansi thought she would die of embarrassment. What must that waiter be thinking? That she was some whore who had just been fucked by these two men? Well...it was true, wasn't it?
The waiter behaved very professionally, taking care not to stare at Mansi. But he remembered her. He had met her briefly in the lobby when she asked him where the lifts were. Then she had been wearing a simple sari. Now she was dressed like a whore. Dutt was mildly amused at how Bhaskar had engineered the situation. he took his time signing the slip.
"Thank you sir." the waiter said after he got a generous tip and left.
Mansi was still rooted to the same spot. It was embarrassing. But she had also just had an orgasm, which felt great.
"Come, let's eat." Bhaskar stood up and tapped her on her ass.
"I'm not hungry." she said in a sullen voice.
"Shut up and eat. You will need your strength for the post lunch session."
The two men walked to the dining table and sat down. Reluctantly, Mansi went and joined them. And the 3 of them started having lunch quietly.
--
The more Mansi ate, the more she realized how hungry she was. She ate like a starved person, having twice the number of rotis as usual. Throughout lunch, Bhaskar kept staring at her and fondling her. Dutt kept his hands to himself though. Halfway through lunch, Bhaskar demanded that Mansi roll down the top of her dress and eat with her boobs exposed. She complied at once. That made Dutt feel something he often did. Boredom. Once a wife was bedded and broken, there was no sport left in it any more. He would still enjoy fucking her, of course. But he knew that soon, he had to move on to his next conquest.
Soon they all finished eating. And Mansi found out that Bhaskar was right about her needing strength for the post lunch session. As soon as she got out of the bathroom after washing her hands, she was dragged to the bedroom. This time, her dress was slipped off completely and her fully naked body was thrown on the bed. Dutt was a little disappointed that she had left her mangalsutra home this time.
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