18-02-2023, 10:54 PM
Dutt got the first go at her cunt again. She was laid down sideways with her legs together and folded up as Dutt banged her cunt from behind. Bhaskar laid down near her head and made her suck his cock. After ten minutes in this position, Dutt made her ride him again, while Bhaskar sat next to them playing with her tits. She was handed over to Bhaskar for another round next. He just fucked her missionary style, slapping her occasionally, while Dutt attended to some business calls. Bhaskar wanted to cu in her mouth this time, and she had to swallow. Then Dutt returned and the burly brute fucked her standing up and her arms and legs were wrapped around his body, suspended mid-air.
It continued this way for a couple of hours. Both men were on Viagra, so there was no limit to how often they could get it up, going alternately. She was banged in every conceivable position by the two men, and had more orgasms than she could count. She was also slapped around by Bhaskar and spanked by both of them more times than she could count, although they were careful not to leave an marks. Her cunt started feeling sore and her thighs were hurting. But above all, she was feeling satisfied.
Finally the two men grew tired as well. Mansi's cum splattered and sweat drenched body was curled up on the bed as the two men sat outside drinking scotch. After twenty minutes of taking rest, Mansi got up and looked at the clock. It was time for her to get going if she had to be home before Pinky returned from college. But she could not go back smelling like this. She took a long shower in the bathroom. But this time, there were no tears.
The two men looked up when she came out of the bedroom, dressed in the same sari she had worn when she arrived. Fully showered and cleaned up, she looked a far cry from the naked slut they had just ravaged. But she was walking a little funny, as was to be expected after the prolonged fuck session.
"I need to get home. Pinky will be home soon." she said, avoiding eye contact with either of them. Bhaskar did reach over and gently fondle her round ass over the sari though.
Dutt nodded and said,
"I will have the money transferred to your account."
"Oh right, money reminds me." Bhaskar said. "Do I give you the full amount and you give Reena her cut or do I pay her separately?"
Dutt gently slapped his head. He knew that Reena planned to come clean to her about the whole thing soon, but at a time of her choosing. His big mouthed old friend had mesed things up. Mansi just stared at Bhaskar with her mouth open.
"Well?" he said, grabbing her boob playfully.
"Duttsahab." Mansi said in a tense voice. "What is he saying?"
"Mansi...it's okay." Dutt said.
"What happened?" Bhaskar was confused.
"What does he mean Reena aunty's cut?" Mansi said, now almost shouting.
"Come on, Mansi. Do you really need it spelled out?" Dutt asked.
"Yes." she said angrily, although reality had dawned on her.
"Fine. Reena is like...a facilitator...an agent..." he said.
"A pimp." Bhaskar chuckled. "She really had no idea?"
"Shut up, Bhaskar." Dutt said. "But yes, that's basically the fact. She is like a talent spotter, but for...well...prostitutes. High end prostitutes though. Her specialty is finding educated college students or housewives or struggling actresses or..."
"Enough." Mansi raised her hand. "So all this time...I was just a whore to you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say it quite that bluntly." Dutt said, sipping his scotch. "But yes, from day one, it was my intention to get you into bed."
"All that stuff about art and how I had so much potential and wanting to be more than a friend and all that other nonsense..."
"I meant it all, Mansi." Dutt said and got up.
He tried to hug her but she pushed him away.
"And how much does Reena aun...madam charge for luring young women for you?"
"There is no fixed rate as such. It depends on the particular...talent. And the work involved from her end. Some women are easily willing to do this for some extra cash. Some even approach her for it. My tastes are a little different. It requires a lot more planning and work from her end. For you, I gave her a flat initial fee of fifty thousand. And then after that, 25% of whatever you get."
"I don't believe this. I feel so...betrayed...and used."
"It was your choice though. Yes, she hid the true nature of her interest in you. But be honest Mansi. You have enjoyed the ride thoroughly. The last couple of hours in that room...that wasn't just a woman objectively using her body to make money. That was...that was you."
She stare at him. He had a bit of a point. Although the thing had started and then after a short break continued with money in mind, she could not deny the way her heart skipped a beat every time he touched her. And she could not deny how orgasms with him were the most memorable ones, like they meant something more. Which made this all the more difficult to swallow.
The clock on the wall bonged.
"I really need to get going." Mansi said.
Dutt tried to kiss her. But she pushed past him and walked away.
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It continued this way for a couple of hours. Both men were on Viagra, so there was no limit to how often they could get it up, going alternately. She was banged in every conceivable position by the two men, and had more orgasms than she could count. She was also slapped around by Bhaskar and spanked by both of them more times than she could count, although they were careful not to leave an marks. Her cunt started feeling sore and her thighs were hurting. But above all, she was feeling satisfied.
Finally the two men grew tired as well. Mansi's cum splattered and sweat drenched body was curled up on the bed as the two men sat outside drinking scotch. After twenty minutes of taking rest, Mansi got up and looked at the clock. It was time for her to get going if she had to be home before Pinky returned from college. But she could not go back smelling like this. She took a long shower in the bathroom. But this time, there were no tears.
The two men looked up when she came out of the bedroom, dressed in the same sari she had worn when she arrived. Fully showered and cleaned up, she looked a far cry from the naked slut they had just ravaged. But she was walking a little funny, as was to be expected after the prolonged fuck session.
"I need to get home. Pinky will be home soon." she said, avoiding eye contact with either of them. Bhaskar did reach over and gently fondle her round ass over the sari though.
Dutt nodded and said,
"I will have the money transferred to your account."
"Oh right, money reminds me." Bhaskar said. "Do I give you the full amount and you give Reena her cut or do I pay her separately?"
Dutt gently slapped his head. He knew that Reena planned to come clean to her about the whole thing soon, but at a time of her choosing. His big mouthed old friend had mesed things up. Mansi just stared at Bhaskar with her mouth open.
"Well?" he said, grabbing her boob playfully.
"Duttsahab." Mansi said in a tense voice. "What is he saying?"
"Mansi...it's okay." Dutt said.
"What happened?" Bhaskar was confused.
"What does he mean Reena aunty's cut?" Mansi said, now almost shouting.
"Come on, Mansi. Do you really need it spelled out?" Dutt asked.
"Yes." she said angrily, although reality had dawned on her.
"Fine. Reena is like...a facilitator...an agent..." he said.
"A pimp." Bhaskar chuckled. "She really had no idea?"
"Shut up, Bhaskar." Dutt said. "But yes, that's basically the fact. She is like a talent spotter, but for...well...prostitutes. High end prostitutes though. Her specialty is finding educated college students or housewives or struggling actresses or..."
"Enough." Mansi raised her hand. "So all this time...I was just a whore to you?"
"Well, I wouldn't say it quite that bluntly." Dutt said, sipping his scotch. "But yes, from day one, it was my intention to get you into bed."
"All that stuff about art and how I had so much potential and wanting to be more than a friend and all that other nonsense..."
"I meant it all, Mansi." Dutt said and got up.
He tried to hug her but she pushed him away.
"And how much does Reena aun...madam charge for luring young women for you?"
"There is no fixed rate as such. It depends on the particular...talent. And the work involved from her end. Some women are easily willing to do this for some extra cash. Some even approach her for it. My tastes are a little different. It requires a lot more planning and work from her end. For you, I gave her a flat initial fee of fifty thousand. And then after that, 25% of whatever you get."
"I don't believe this. I feel so...betrayed...and used."
"It was your choice though. Yes, she hid the true nature of her interest in you. But be honest Mansi. You have enjoyed the ride thoroughly. The last couple of hours in that room...that wasn't just a woman objectively using her body to make money. That was...that was you."
She stare at him. He had a bit of a point. Although the thing had started and then after a short break continued with money in mind, she could not deny the way her heart skipped a beat every time he touched her. And she could not deny how orgasms with him were the most memorable ones, like they meant something more. Which made this all the more difficult to swallow.
The clock on the wall bonged.
"I really need to get going." Mansi said.
Dutt tried to kiss her. But she pushed past him and walked away.
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