28-01-2025, 08:49 PM
As Asif kept fucking Ananya's pussy—to my surprise—his eyes wandered and caught Neeraj standing in the doorway, stroking his cock. Neeraj also noticed me, with my 4.5-inch erection pathetically erect in the charged atmosphere. As Asif held himself deep inside Ananya, he paused, a sly smile spreading across his face. He gave Neeraj a small, almost imperceptible wave—an invitation that Neeraj eagerly accepted as he stepped into the room.
Asif, while maintaining his cock inside Ananya’s pussy, turned slightly to address Neeraj. "You've been a good cucky tonight, watching so quietly" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think you deserve a treat. Come here." The words stung, amplifying the humiliation already coursing through me. It was bad enough to witness another man with my wife, but the inclusion of Neeraj, a fellow cuckold, suggested he was more deserving, adding a deeper layer of degradation to my own plight. The scene unfolding before me—a scene of my complete and utter emasculation—left me feeling smaller and more helpless than ever.
Neeraj hesitated at the threshold, then took a few reluctant steps into the room. Facing Ketan, he paused, his expression somber. "Ketan, I’m genuinely sorry for what’s about to happen, his voice low, filled with a mix of regret and opportunism.
With his shaft still buried deep inside her, Asif effortlessly maneuvered Ananya, moving her so that her head was now hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. Asif remained on top of her in a missionary position, but this shift brought Ananya's face perilously close to Neeraj. Neeraj, seeing the invitation in Asif's earlier gesture, stepped forward without hesitation.
I knew he found Ananya hot as he kept looking at her throughout the games, his throbbing 6-inch shaft looming just inches from Ananya’s lips, which parted involuntarily between moans. The proximity of Neeraj’s cock to Ananya, facilitated by Asif’s calculated positioning, was a stark visual that I had never anticipated witnessing. The unfolding scene added an intense layer of humiliation, watching a fellow cuckold possibly about to receive pleasure from my wife.
As Neeraj stepped closer, his erection prominently larger than mine, Ananya, caught in a delirium of arousal, made a o with her lips. Neeraj responded by gently slapping her cheek with his cock, teasing her. As Neeraj’s cock touched her lips, Ananya let out a muffled moan, 'Mmmm... ohhh...' Her tongue swirled around the head, eliciting deeper groans from her as she took him further. 'Nghhh... ohhh my God...' she whimpered, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her head moved rhythmically.
As Neeraj and Asif both filled her from both ends, the room echoed with another faint layer of raw, carnal noises — Simran's uninhibited screams from the next room. Her cries, sharp and desperate, cut through the room. "Fuck me harder! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Simran’s voice was shrill, each screech laced with an urgency that painted a clear picture of Anand's vigorous, unyielding thrusts.
The walls did little to completely shut off the sounds of her ecstasy; her high-pitched shrieks crescendoed, driven to new heights with every powerful stroke. "Harder, Anand! Oh, God, yes, just like that!" she screamed, her pleasure so vivid, it seemed to seep through the walls, mingling with the thick air of the room where Ananya was being relentlessly fucked.
Hearing the relentless cries of his wife from the next room, Neeraj felt a surge of humiliation and a desperate need to reclaim some semblance of control. As Asif remarked with a smirk, "Your wife seems to be having a lot of fun over there," the words stung Neeraj, pushing him to act.
Without a word, Neeraj gripped Ananya's hair tighter and began to thrust into her mouth with increased aggression. Each movement was harsher, driven by a mix of anger and embarrassment. Ananya's eyes watered as Neeraj forced himself deeper, her muffled groans blending with the distant, continuous moans of his wife being satisfied by another man. The room was filled with the crude sound of Neeraj trying to assert his manhood through Ananya, as he struggled against the audible proof of his own cuckolding echoing through the walls.
Ananya gave herself fully to the act, delivering a fervent blowjob that seemed to draw from a well of newfound lust. As she serviced Neeraj, Asif took advantage of her heightened arousal to push deeper, working all 10 inches of his size into her, stretching her to her limits. Contrary to my fears, Ananya not only accommodated him but also climaxed intensely from the depth of his penetration, marking her fourth orgasm. The scene was a stark revelation of her capacity for pleasure, far beyond what I had imagined, showcasing her ability to handle what seemed like insurmountable challenges with surprising ease.
As Asif shifted Ananya into the doggy style position, his strong hands directing her hips, she eagerly bent forward, arching her back to invite Neeraj closer. With precise movements, Asif steadied her, ensuring she was perfectly poised to take Neeraj's more average-sized, 6-inch cock.
Ananya immediately set to work, her mouth enveloping Neeraj with enthusiastic vigor. She swirled her tongue around him, her lips tightly sealed as she bobbed her head back and forth. Despite Neeraj's more modest girth and size compared to Asif's imposing cock, Ananya treated him with equal fervor, her actions driven by a clear intent to please. Her hands assisted in her efforts, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, demonstrating her adeptness at handling him.
Meanwhile, Asif maintained his intense rhythm from behind her, using her mangalsutra wrapped around her neck as leverage to pull her back onto him with each powerful thrust. This added a raw, primal element to his movements—sometimes fast and forceful, causing Ananya to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her body was repeatedly conquered. Other times, he slowed down, the pace turning deeply sensual as he explored every inch of her, his hands wandering from the firmness of her breasts down to the soft curves of her hips. He used the mangalsutra to guide her movements, controlling the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping her on a delicate precipice of relentless pleasure and overwhelming intensity.
I had just climaxed a few minutes earlier from watching Asif masterfully pleasure my wife, but surprisingly, my erection was quickly rebuilding. I hadn’t touched myself, nor did I need to. The sight of Neeraj and Asif transforming Ananya into a slut was overwhelmingly stimulating, the hottest scene I'd ever witnessed.
The intensity of the action escalated, and soon, the sounds of ecstasy filled the room. Ananya took out Neeraj’s cock and cried out, "FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!" as she was swept away by her fifth overwhelming orgasm in quick succession. Asif leans in, his breath hot on Ananya's ear but loud enough for Ketan to hear, "Sun raha hai Ketan? Ye hai ek aurat ki chudai ki cheekhein. Bata, teri chudai ke waqt kabhi woh aise chilaayi hai? (Hear that, Ketan? Those are the screams of a woman fully satisfied. Tell me, have you ever made her scream like that?)”
As Asif's thrusts grew more relentless and forceful, the entire room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his dominance. His grunts filled the air, each one deeper and more primal than the last. Ananya, completely surrendered beneath him, responded with desperate, high-pitched moans that reverberated against the walls, signaling her overwhelming pleasure.
"TAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTT BITCHHHHHH !!TAKE MY CUMMMMMM BITCH"
Asif roared, his voice booming through the room as he drove himself deeper with one final, powerful thrust. His body tensed, every muscle rigid as he reached the pinnacle of his climax. Holding himself deeply inside Ananya, he released his hot semen flooding her with a force that matched the intensity of his voice. The sensation of being filled so completely sent Ananya into another realm of ecstasy, her cries mingling with Asif's as she felt him pulse and empty within her, marking her in the most intimate way possible.
On the other side, Neeraj, stimulated by the scene unfolding before him and driven by his own surging arousal, reached his climax almost in tandem with Asif. "Ahhhhh!" he cried out, his voice a ragged echo of Asif's thunderous declaration. Neeraj's grip tightened on Ananya's hair as he drew her closer, guiding his throbbing erection to her waiting lips. With a few short, sharp thrusts, he spilled over, his semen shooting forth in hot, thick spurts that painted her cheeks and dripped down her chin, a visual testament to the intensity of his release.
The excess from Neeraj's climax continued to mark Ananya's face and hair, mingling with the sheen of sweat that coated her skin, creating streaks that glimmered in the dim light. Asif, still deeply embedded within her, slowed his pace to a gentle rock, savoring the aftershocks that rippled through Ananya’s body. Each subtle movement elicited a soft, contented sigh from her, the room filled with the heavy, satisfied breathing of all involved.
Asif finally pulled back, his cock emerging from Ananya with a slick (puttchh) sound, glistening with the evidence of their shared climax. He stood over her for a moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, looking down at the masterpiece of pleasure and submission they had created together. His eyes met Ketan’s, and in that glance, there was a message clear and unspoken—a display of superior masculinity that Ketan could never hope to match.
Ketan’s Point of view.
Asif turned to Neeraj, who was still lingering close by, watching intently. His voice was firm and carried a note of finality, "Alright, Neeraj, you've had your fun. It's time for you to leave us now." There was a clear edge to his command, marking the end of Neeraj's participation.
Reluctantly, Neeraj stepped back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and disappointment, his departure heavy with the unspoken weight of what had transpired. As he neared the doorway, Asif called out with a smirk, 'Oh, and Neeraj? Send Anand in on your way out.
Ananya was partly out of breath, her chest rising and falling as she lay sprawled on the bed. A jet of thick, white semen oozed from her well-used pussy, glistening and pooling as Asif pulled out his cock, still coated in his release. The stark contrast of his seed against her flushed, reddened lips was a sight I couldn’t ignore. Asif stood up, towering over the bed, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with evidence of his dominance. He caught my gaze, watching as I stared at the mess left behind. With a stern, commanding voice, he barked, "Idhar aa chutiye aur saaf kar isse (Come here, cucky, and clean this up.)"
Confused for a moment, I stammered, "The bedsheets?" My voice barely rose above a whisper, but Asif’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. “ Nahi chutiye (No, you scumbag,)" he snapped, his tone dripping with disdain. "Apni biwi ki choot (Your wife’s pussy.) Get over here and lick it clean." His words hit me like a slap, and I froze, the humiliation coursing through me as I looked at Ananya’s cunt, still oozing with his thick, potent seed.
My heart pounded as I hesitantly climbed onto the bed, my nudity stark against the scene of raw sexuality that had unfolded. Ananya, still flushed from her recent climax, spread her legs lazily, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, clearly reveling in the aftermath of her ecstasy. The sight of her well-fucked pussy, red and swollen from the relentless activity, now coated in Asif’s release, was both deeply humiliating and strangely compelling. I moved closer, my hands trembling as I parted her legs further, exposing every inch of her used intimacy.
Asif stood over me, watching with a smirk as I lowered my head toward her. The salty, musky scent of her arousal mixed with his cum filled my senses, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest. My tongue hesitated, hovering over her, but his stern voice snapped me back into action. "Don’t just stare, cucky. Get to work. Clean her up like the pathetic little Namard you are." Shaken and humiliated, I pressed my tongue against her folds, tasting the unmistakable mixture of her juices and his seed. The salty bitterness was overwhelming, and yet, as I licked her clean, I felt my humiliation deepen, knowing that this was my place now—servicing my wife after she had been thoroughly satisfied by another man.
As I began to lick, Ananya moaned and turned slightly, giving me better access. The taste was intense—a mix of her own essence and Asif's cum. It was overwhelmingly salty, and the realization that I was tasting another man's semen for the first time was both sickening and bizarrely compelling. "Pleasure her properly, cucky," Asif taunted as he gave my ass a sharp slap, pushing me deeper into my task.
Circling around to where Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, Asif presented his semi-hard cock to her eager mouth, astonishingly ready again despite the lengthy session they had just indulged in. As she took him in, I was painfully reminded of my humiliating position beneath her. Even semi-hard, Asif’s girth was such that Ananya could only manage halfway, her efforts supplemented by licking and stroking the sides and base with her hands. She seemed particularly captivated by the head of his penis, large and perfectly sculpted like a door knob, and she lavished extra attention on it, drawing out the intimate moment with fervor.
Watching this, I couldn't help but marvel at Asif's stamina. Even after such an intense and prolonged session, his vigor seemed hardly diminished, his arousal quickly reigniting. This stark contrast to my own capabilities filled me with a mix of awe and a deep, gnawing humiliation. How could he still be ready for more?
There I was, positioned beneath my partner, dutifully servicing her as she pleasured the man who had dominated us both—a poignant reminder of my diminished role in this twisted scenario.
Asif, while maintaining his cock inside Ananya’s pussy, turned slightly to address Neeraj. "You've been a good cucky tonight, watching so quietly" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think you deserve a treat. Come here." The words stung, amplifying the humiliation already coursing through me. It was bad enough to witness another man with my wife, but the inclusion of Neeraj, a fellow cuckold, suggested he was more deserving, adding a deeper layer of degradation to my own plight. The scene unfolding before me—a scene of my complete and utter emasculation—left me feeling smaller and more helpless than ever.
Neeraj hesitated at the threshold, then took a few reluctant steps into the room. Facing Ketan, he paused, his expression somber. "Ketan, I’m genuinely sorry for what’s about to happen, his voice low, filled with a mix of regret and opportunism.
With his shaft still buried deep inside her, Asif effortlessly maneuvered Ananya, moving her so that her head was now hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. Asif remained on top of her in a missionary position, but this shift brought Ananya's face perilously close to Neeraj. Neeraj, seeing the invitation in Asif's earlier gesture, stepped forward without hesitation.
I knew he found Ananya hot as he kept looking at her throughout the games, his throbbing 6-inch shaft looming just inches from Ananya’s lips, which parted involuntarily between moans. The proximity of Neeraj’s cock to Ananya, facilitated by Asif’s calculated positioning, was a stark visual that I had never anticipated witnessing. The unfolding scene added an intense layer of humiliation, watching a fellow cuckold possibly about to receive pleasure from my wife.
As Neeraj stepped closer, his erection prominently larger than mine, Ananya, caught in a delirium of arousal, made a o with her lips. Neeraj responded by gently slapping her cheek with his cock, teasing her. As Neeraj’s cock touched her lips, Ananya let out a muffled moan, 'Mmmm... ohhh...' Her tongue swirled around the head, eliciting deeper groans from her as she took him further. 'Nghhh... ohhh my God...' she whimpered, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her head moved rhythmically.
As Neeraj and Asif both filled her from both ends, the room echoed with another faint layer of raw, carnal noises — Simran's uninhibited screams from the next room. Her cries, sharp and desperate, cut through the room. "Fuck me harder! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Simran’s voice was shrill, each screech laced with an urgency that painted a clear picture of Anand's vigorous, unyielding thrusts.
The walls did little to completely shut off the sounds of her ecstasy; her high-pitched shrieks crescendoed, driven to new heights with every powerful stroke. "Harder, Anand! Oh, God, yes, just like that!" she screamed, her pleasure so vivid, it seemed to seep through the walls, mingling with the thick air of the room where Ananya was being relentlessly fucked.
Hearing the relentless cries of his wife from the next room, Neeraj felt a surge of humiliation and a desperate need to reclaim some semblance of control. As Asif remarked with a smirk, "Your wife seems to be having a lot of fun over there," the words stung Neeraj, pushing him to act.
Without a word, Neeraj gripped Ananya's hair tighter and began to thrust into her mouth with increased aggression. Each movement was harsher, driven by a mix of anger and embarrassment. Ananya's eyes watered as Neeraj forced himself deeper, her muffled groans blending with the distant, continuous moans of his wife being satisfied by another man. The room was filled with the crude sound of Neeraj trying to assert his manhood through Ananya, as he struggled against the audible proof of his own cuckolding echoing through the walls.
Ananya gave herself fully to the act, delivering a fervent blowjob that seemed to draw from a well of newfound lust. As she serviced Neeraj, Asif took advantage of her heightened arousal to push deeper, working all 10 inches of his size into her, stretching her to her limits. Contrary to my fears, Ananya not only accommodated him but also climaxed intensely from the depth of his penetration, marking her fourth orgasm. The scene was a stark revelation of her capacity for pleasure, far beyond what I had imagined, showcasing her ability to handle what seemed like insurmountable challenges with surprising ease.
As Asif shifted Ananya into the doggy style position, his strong hands directing her hips, she eagerly bent forward, arching her back to invite Neeraj closer. With precise movements, Asif steadied her, ensuring she was perfectly poised to take Neeraj's more average-sized, 6-inch cock.
Ananya immediately set to work, her mouth enveloping Neeraj with enthusiastic vigor. She swirled her tongue around him, her lips tightly sealed as she bobbed her head back and forth. Despite Neeraj's more modest girth and size compared to Asif's imposing cock, Ananya treated him with equal fervor, her actions driven by a clear intent to please. Her hands assisted in her efforts, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, demonstrating her adeptness at handling him.
Meanwhile, Asif maintained his intense rhythm from behind her, using her mangalsutra wrapped around her neck as leverage to pull her back onto him with each powerful thrust. This added a raw, primal element to his movements—sometimes fast and forceful, causing Ananya to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her body was repeatedly conquered. Other times, he slowed down, the pace turning deeply sensual as he explored every inch of her, his hands wandering from the firmness of her breasts down to the soft curves of her hips. He used the mangalsutra to guide her movements, controlling the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping her on a delicate precipice of relentless pleasure and overwhelming intensity.
I had just climaxed a few minutes earlier from watching Asif masterfully pleasure my wife, but surprisingly, my erection was quickly rebuilding. I hadn’t touched myself, nor did I need to. The sight of Neeraj and Asif transforming Ananya into a slut was overwhelmingly stimulating, the hottest scene I'd ever witnessed.
The intensity of the action escalated, and soon, the sounds of ecstasy filled the room. Ananya took out Neeraj’s cock and cried out, "FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!" as she was swept away by her fifth overwhelming orgasm in quick succession. Asif leans in, his breath hot on Ananya's ear but loud enough for Ketan to hear, "Sun raha hai Ketan? Ye hai ek aurat ki chudai ki cheekhein. Bata, teri chudai ke waqt kabhi woh aise chilaayi hai? (Hear that, Ketan? Those are the screams of a woman fully satisfied. Tell me, have you ever made her scream like that?)”
As Asif's thrusts grew more relentless and forceful, the entire room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his dominance. His grunts filled the air, each one deeper and more primal than the last. Ananya, completely surrendered beneath him, responded with desperate, high-pitched moans that reverberated against the walls, signaling her overwhelming pleasure.
"TAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTT BITCHHHHHH !!TAKE MY CUMMMMMM BITCH"
Asif roared, his voice booming through the room as he drove himself deeper with one final, powerful thrust. His body tensed, every muscle rigid as he reached the pinnacle of his climax. Holding himself deeply inside Ananya, he released his hot semen flooding her with a force that matched the intensity of his voice. The sensation of being filled so completely sent Ananya into another realm of ecstasy, her cries mingling with Asif's as she felt him pulse and empty within her, marking her in the most intimate way possible.
On the other side, Neeraj, stimulated by the scene unfolding before him and driven by his own surging arousal, reached his climax almost in tandem with Asif. "Ahhhhh!" he cried out, his voice a ragged echo of Asif's thunderous declaration. Neeraj's grip tightened on Ananya's hair as he drew her closer, guiding his throbbing erection to her waiting lips. With a few short, sharp thrusts, he spilled over, his semen shooting forth in hot, thick spurts that painted her cheeks and dripped down her chin, a visual testament to the intensity of his release.
The excess from Neeraj's climax continued to mark Ananya's face and hair, mingling with the sheen of sweat that coated her skin, creating streaks that glimmered in the dim light. Asif, still deeply embedded within her, slowed his pace to a gentle rock, savoring the aftershocks that rippled through Ananya’s body. Each subtle movement elicited a soft, contented sigh from her, the room filled with the heavy, satisfied breathing of all involved.
Asif finally pulled back, his cock emerging from Ananya with a slick (puttchh) sound, glistening with the evidence of their shared climax. He stood over her for a moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, looking down at the masterpiece of pleasure and submission they had created together. His eyes met Ketan’s, and in that glance, there was a message clear and unspoken—a display of superior masculinity that Ketan could never hope to match.
Ketan’s Point of view.
Asif turned to Neeraj, who was still lingering close by, watching intently. His voice was firm and carried a note of finality, "Alright, Neeraj, you've had your fun. It's time for you to leave us now." There was a clear edge to his command, marking the end of Neeraj's participation.
Reluctantly, Neeraj stepped back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and disappointment, his departure heavy with the unspoken weight of what had transpired. As he neared the doorway, Asif called out with a smirk, 'Oh, and Neeraj? Send Anand in on your way out.
Ananya was partly out of breath, her chest rising and falling as she lay sprawled on the bed. A jet of thick, white semen oozed from her well-used pussy, glistening and pooling as Asif pulled out his cock, still coated in his release. The stark contrast of his seed against her flushed, reddened lips was a sight I couldn’t ignore. Asif stood up, towering over the bed, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with evidence of his dominance. He caught my gaze, watching as I stared at the mess left behind. With a stern, commanding voice, he barked, "Idhar aa chutiye aur saaf kar isse (Come here, cucky, and clean this up.)"
Confused for a moment, I stammered, "The bedsheets?" My voice barely rose above a whisper, but Asif’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. “ Nahi chutiye (No, you scumbag,)" he snapped, his tone dripping with disdain. "Apni biwi ki choot (Your wife’s pussy.) Get over here and lick it clean." His words hit me like a slap, and I froze, the humiliation coursing through me as I looked at Ananya’s cunt, still oozing with his thick, potent seed.
My heart pounded as I hesitantly climbed onto the bed, my nudity stark against the scene of raw sexuality that had unfolded. Ananya, still flushed from her recent climax, spread her legs lazily, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, clearly reveling in the aftermath of her ecstasy. The sight of her well-fucked pussy, red and swollen from the relentless activity, now coated in Asif’s release, was both deeply humiliating and strangely compelling. I moved closer, my hands trembling as I parted her legs further, exposing every inch of her used intimacy.
Asif stood over me, watching with a smirk as I lowered my head toward her. The salty, musky scent of her arousal mixed with his cum filled my senses, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest. My tongue hesitated, hovering over her, but his stern voice snapped me back into action. "Don’t just stare, cucky. Get to work. Clean her up like the pathetic little Namard you are." Shaken and humiliated, I pressed my tongue against her folds, tasting the unmistakable mixture of her juices and his seed. The salty bitterness was overwhelming, and yet, as I licked her clean, I felt my humiliation deepen, knowing that this was my place now—servicing my wife after she had been thoroughly satisfied by another man.
As I began to lick, Ananya moaned and turned slightly, giving me better access. The taste was intense—a mix of her own essence and Asif's cum. It was overwhelmingly salty, and the realization that I was tasting another man's semen for the first time was both sickening and bizarrely compelling. "Pleasure her properly, cucky," Asif taunted as he gave my ass a sharp slap, pushing me deeper into my task.
Circling around to where Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, Asif presented his semi-hard cock to her eager mouth, astonishingly ready again despite the lengthy session they had just indulged in. As she took him in, I was painfully reminded of my humiliating position beneath her. Even semi-hard, Asif’s girth was such that Ananya could only manage halfway, her efforts supplemented by licking and stroking the sides and base with her hands. She seemed particularly captivated by the head of his penis, large and perfectly sculpted like a door knob, and she lavished extra attention on it, drawing out the intimate moment with fervor.
Watching this, I couldn't help but marvel at Asif's stamina. Even after such an intense and prolonged session, his vigor seemed hardly diminished, his arousal quickly reigniting. This stark contrast to my own capabilities filled me with a mix of awe and a deep, gnawing humiliation. How could he still be ready for more?
There I was, positioned beneath my partner, dutifully servicing her as she pleasured the man who had dominated us both—a poignant reminder of my diminished role in this twisted scenario.
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