Adultery A beautiful milf Nabila

[Khalid01]

The other man, the one who had groped her on the bus first, stepped forward. He was clean-shaven and better dressed than his companion, but his eyes were cold and dead. "I'm Vijay," he said, his voice low and menacing. "This is my partner, Raju." He gestured to the scar-faced man, who gave a mocking bow. "You've been a busy woman, reporting us to the cops and all."
 no, you had to go and bring the law into it." His eyes narrowed, his scar whitening against his flushed skin. "But now, you're going to pay for what your son did to us."

Nabila's heart pounded in her chest, but she managed to keep her voice steady. "What do you want?" she asked, her eyes never leaving Imran's terrified gaze.

Vijay's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with malice. "What we want," he began, his voice a vile caress, "is a little entertainment." He took a swig from the bottle, his throat working greedily. "You see, your son and his friends thought they could play heroes. Now, we need to show them who the real bosses are." He gestured to Imran with the bottle, the liquid sloshing around inside. "Your boy's been a real handful, but we've got plans for him."

Nabila's stomach churned, but she kept her expression neutral. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice a thread of sound.

Vijay leaned back, his smile twisting into something darker. "We want a show," he said, gesturing to his friend. "We want you to beg us to fuck you, like the whore you are. And if you're convincing enough, maybe we'll let the boy go."

Raju sneered, taking a step closer. "A beautiful woman like you must have done it a hundred times before," he leered, his breath hot on Nabila's face. "You just need to drop that saree pallu, show us those tits, and beg like the bitch you are."

Nabila's eyes burned with humiliation, but she knew she had to keep her wits about her. "Alright," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fear. "But promise me you'll let him go."

Vijay and Raju exchanged a knowing smirk, their eyes gleaming with victory. "Oh, we'll let him go," Vijay assured her. "But first, the show."

Nabila's hands trembled as she unpinned her saree pallu, allowing it to fall to the ground. Her heart felt like it was in a vice, her mind racing for a way out of this hellish scenario. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to save Imran. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the men, her eyes cast down in feigned submission.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I'll do anything."

Vijay's gaze dropped to her chest, where her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse. "That's the spirit," he leered, taking another swig from the bottle. "But why don't you make it more... entertaining?" He gestured with the bottle, the amber liquid sloshing around. "Give us a little show, will you?"

Nabila's stomach lurched, but she knew she had to keep her son safe. With trembling hands, she reached up and unhooked the top button of her blouse, the fabric gapping slightly to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Please," she whispered, her voice a mere breath. "Just let him go."

Vijay's leer grew wider as he took another swig from the bottle. "That's better," he said, his eyes never leaving her chest. "But why don't you give us a little show first?" He gestured with the bottle, the amber liquid casting shadows on the dirty floor. "Shake those tits for us. Show us what we're getting before we decide on your boy's fate."

Nabila's eyes filled with rage, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and began to sway her torso slightly, her breasts moving in time with the motion. The men's eyes were glued to her, their smirks growing more and more predatory with each passing second. "Is that good enough?" she spat through gritted teeth.

Raju's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched her. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her breasts over her blouse, his grip painfully tight. He gave them a hard squeeze, his eyes never leaving hers. "Not good enough," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Dance for us, bitch. Make them shake like you're begging for it." He slapped her across the face, the sound echoing in the empty shop.

Nabila's cheek stung, but she bit back a scream, refusing to give them the satisfaction. Instead, she began to move more vigorously, her breasts jiggling with each step. The rage within her grew with every lecherous stare, every sickening groan of pleasure from the men. Imran's eyes were filled with horror, his body straining against his bindings. He wished he could look away, but he couldn't. He had to make sure his mother was okay.

Vijay's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving Nabila's chest. "Not bad," he said, his voice a slurry mess. "But let's see that ass of yours. Turn around and give us a little dance."

Nabila's jaw clenched, but she knew she had to keep playing their twisted game. She slowly turned, her eyes on Imran, silently pleading for strength. His own gaze was filled with a mix of fear and anger, and she drew from it what little power she had left. She began to sway her hips slightly, the fabric of her saree whispering against her skin. Her movements were calculated, designed to keep the men's eyes on her and away from any potential escape plan.

"Look at that," Raju said, licking his lips. "Such a fine ass on a white-skinned bitch."

Vijay nodded in agreement, his eyes glazed over with lust. "It's like a ripe mango waiting to be picked," he leered, reaching out to grope her.

Nabila stepped back, feigning a giggle. "You like it?" she asked, her voice shaky. "Why don't I give you a better view?" With a flick of her wrists, she began to sway her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, her eyes never leaving the men's faces. They leaned forward, their breaths quickening in anticipation. "But you have to promise to be good boys and not touch," she teased, a hint of steel in her voice.

Vijay and Raju nodded eagerly, their eyes locked on her swaying hips. "We promise," Vijay said, his voice thick with lust. "We'll just watch."

Nabila took a deep breath, her heart racing. She knew she had to keep them entranced, to buy more time. With a dramatic flair, she began to unravel her saree, the fabric sliding off her hips in a slow, seductive dance. She stepped out of it, revealing her simple cotton petticoat. The men's eyes followed the movement, their breaths coming in harsh pants. "Look at those cheeks," Raju murmured, his hand reaching out as if to touch her.

With a smirk, Nabila stepped back, just out of reach. "You want a better view?" she asked, her voice a taunt. "Then maybe I should give you one." Without waiting for their reply, she grabbed the waist of her petticoat and began to lift it, inch by inch. The fabric billowed around her, revealing the curve of her calf, the smoothness of her thighs. The men leaned forward, hungry for more, their eyes never leaving her body.

"Faster," Vijay urged, his hand tightening around the whiskey bottle. "We don't have all night."

Nabila's heart raced as she complied, her movements growing more deliberate. She could feel their eyes on her like a thousand hot pokers, searing her skin. Her petticoat slid up, revealing more of her thighs, and she knew she had to keep going. With a swift motion, she hiked it up to her waist, the fabric clinging to her hips. She turned around, her back to the men, and bent over slightly, her ass on full display. Imran's eyes widened, a silent scream trapped behind the tape.

"That's it," Vijay rumbled, his voice thick with lust. "Now, spread those cheeks for us."

Nabila's stomach churned, but she knew she had to keep playing along. With trembling hands, she reached behind her and began to tug at the strings of her petticoat. The fabric loosened, and she stepped out of it, her heart racing. She could feel the cold air on her bare skin, the only barrier between her and the men's leering gazes her thin cotton blouse and panty.

Raju's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, his tongue flicking over his lips. "That's it," he said, his voice a hungry growl. "Now, spread those cheeks for us. Let us see what you've got hidden back there."

Nabila gritted her teeth and did as she was told, feeling their eyes bore into her like a thousand needles. She could feel their excitement, their lust, and she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smugness off their faces. She reached behind her and spread her cheeks apart, the fabric of her panty stretching taut.

Vijay was the first to move, his hand coming down on her ass with a resounding smack that echoed through the garage. The impact was surprising, and she stifled a yelp, her eyes watering from the pain. He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Again," he ordered, his hand coming down a second time.

Her skin burned where he had hit her, and she knew she had to keep going. She braced herself as Vijay's hand came down again, and again, each smack leaving a handprint on her milky white skin, turning it a fiery red. She could feel the heat radiating from the marks, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had settled in her bones.

The sound of skin on skin was punctuated by their lewd comments, their laughter grating against her dignity. With every blow, she imagined it was their faces she was slapping, their eyes she was blinding with her fury. But she couldn't let them see her anger, not yet. Not until she had a plan.

Her thoughts raced as she felt their eyes roam over her exposed flesh, her body trembling with revulsion and fear. The handprints grew darker, the pain a constant reminder of their power over her. But she was determined not to break, not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her resolve grew stronger with every smack, her mind sharpening, searching for a way out of this nightmare.

It was then that Raju, his eyes glazed over with desire, lunged forward. He grabbed her hips, his breath hot and ragged against her skin. Nabila's body stiffened as she felt his tongue snake out, tracing the line of her ass crack before coming to rest on her cheek. He kissed her, his wet, sloppy kisses a violation that made her want to scream. She could taste the sourness of his desire, the stale alcohol on his breath. Her stomach churned as he licked her, his rough tongue a blunt instrument against her sensitive skin.

Imran's eyes were wide with horror, his body straining against the ropes that bound him. He watched as his mother's dignity was stripped away piece by piece, his mind racing with a desperate need to do something, anything, to stop this. But he was powerless, a silent witness to her degradation.

Raju's breath grew heavier, his eyes never leaving Nabila's exposed ass. He leaned in closer, his nose pressing against the fabric of her panties. With a sickening sniff, he inhaled deeply, a look of perverse pleasure crossing his face. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You smell so sweet, like a freshly plucked flower."

Nabila's skin crawled with disgust, but she kept her composure, her eyes locked on the flickering light above. She knew she had to keep them distracted, to keep playing along. "Do you like it?" she asked, her voice a mockery of a tease. "Would you like a closer look?"

Raju's grin grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Oh, yes," he murmured, his hand reaching for the waistband of her panties. "Let's see what you've got hidden in there."

Nabila's stomach churned as she felt his fingers tug at the fabric, the roughness of his skin against her sending waves of nausea through her. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay still as he pulled the elastic aside, exposing her to the cold, dank air of the garage. The fabric of her panties was wet with his saliva, sticking to her skin like a second skin.

Raju leaned in even closer, his nose buried in her cleft as he took a long, deep sniff. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned with pleasure. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice barely coherent. "Like a freshly picked mango."

Vijay, unable to resist the temptation any longer, wrenched Nabila's cheeks apart, forcing her to stand still. "My turn," he grunted, his eyes narrowed with lust. He leaned in, his nose only inches from her exposed anus. The room was thick with the smell of her fear and the men's desire, a toxic mix that made her stomach turn. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the horror of the moment.

Raju chuckled, his hand releasing her panties. He stepped back, giving his partner space to indulge in his sick desires. Vijay took a deep, exaggerated sniff, his nostrils flaring. "It's true," he murmured, his voice a sick imitation of wonder. "You do smell like heaven."

Nabila felt Vijay's hot breath against her skin as he leaned in closer. She could feel his gaze on her, his eyes feasting on the most intimate part of her that no man should ever see, let alone touch. Her face burned with humiliation, but she held still, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Go ahead," Raju said, his voice thick with lust. "Take a good sniff. She's all yours." He stepped back, his eyes never leaving Nabila's exposed ass, his hand idly stroking his crotch.

Vijay didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his breath hot and sour against Nabila's skin. She could feel his nose poking between her cheeks, his breath warm and moist as it caressed the most intimate part of her. Her body tensed with revulsion, but she forced herself to stay still, to keep playing their twisted game.

"Mmm," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural sound that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "So sweet, so ripe." His tongue snaked out, and she felt it brush against her anus, a violation that sent a bolt of pure terror through her. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Let me taste," Raju said, his voice thick with lust. Vijay chuckled and pulled back, giving him space. Nabila felt the cold air of the garage kiss her exposed skin as the second man stepped forward, his eyes glued to the small, tight hole between her cheeks.

Raju leaned in, his nose mere millimeters from her ass. His breath was hot and sour, making her skin crawl. "So pretty," he murmured, his gaze never leaving her. "So small and pink." He licked his lips, his hand reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants. "Let's see how it tastes."

Vijay chuckled, his eyes glittering with malice. "Hold on," he said, his hand coming up to stop Raju. "Let me have a sniff first." He leaned in, his nose pressing against her skin. Nabila's body stiffened, bile rising in her throat. She could feel him inhale deeply, his breath hot and wet against her most private part. "Mmm," he murmured, his voice a twisted caress. "It's like a bouquet of roses, isn't it?"

The men's sick games were reaching a new level of depravity, but Nabila knew she couldn't break, not yet. She had to find a way to get Imran out of this alive. With every ounce of strength she had, she forced herself to play along, her voice a trembling whisper. "Is it good?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Do you like it?"

Raju's hand shot out, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her back against him. He pressed his erection into her back, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. "You like this, don't you?" he growled. "You like being our little plaything."

Nabila's mind raced, her fear for Imran overpowering the disgust she felt for the men. She had to find a way to escape. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. "I like it."

Vijay's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving her face. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He gestured to the old, grease-stained bench nearby. "Lie down," he ordered. "We want to make sure you're comfortable for the next part of the show."

Nabila's legs felt like jelly as she moved to the bench pulling back her slipped panty to it’s place, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She knew she had to keep them entranced, to keep playing their twisted game. With trembling hands, she lay down, her body trembling with fear and revulsion.