Misc. Erotica My Mistake and My Wife’s Gangbang on Our Honeymoon

[Haroldfkumar2]

As the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the bars of the cage, Chaitali stirred, her body aching and her mind groggy from the sedative. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light, and realised she was still naked, her body bearing the marks of the previous night's debauchery. The memories of the gangbang, the rough hands, and the cruel words flooded her mind, sending a shiver of both fear and anticipation down her spine.


A loud, harsh voice cut through the silence, jolting her fully awake. "Uth ja, randi!" Rajesh Sir barked, his tone dripping with contempt. "Tera din shuru hone wala hai."

Chaitali's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly got to her feet, her body trembling with a mix of pain and desire. She could feel the soreness between her legs, a constant reminder of the previous night's events. As she stepped out of the cage, Rajesh Sir grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her close to him.

"Kal raat tu bahut achi thi," he sneered, his breath hot against her face. "Lekin ajj tu aur bhi behtar hona padega. Samjhi, chudail?"
As Rajesh Sir's cruel words echoed in her ears, Chaitali felt a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. She nodded submissively, her eyes downcast, her body trembling with anticipation. Rajesh Sir grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards the mansion, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Chal, chudail," he spat, pulling her along. "Ajj tu mere saath bathroom mein jaegi."

Chaitali's heart pounded in her chest as she was led into the opulent bathroom. The marble floors were cold beneath her bare feet, and the air was thick with the scent of luxury and decadence. Rajesh Sir sat down on the commode, his eyes fixed on Chaitali with a cruel gleam.

"Ab toh pata chal gaya hai tera kaam," he sneered, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. "Tujhe bas chut khol ke chudwana hain, samjhi?"

Chaitali knelt before him, her hands trembling as she reached out to take his dick in her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his skin, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. She began to suck, her movements slow and deliberate, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.

As she sucked, Rajesh Sir let out a low groan of pleasure, his hands tangling in her hair. "Aur achi tarah se kar, randi," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Mujhe aab peshab karna hai."

Chaitali's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't stop. She continued to suck, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. She could feel the warmth of his piss as it began to flow into her mouth, the taste bitter and salty. She gagged slightly, but she didn't stop. She swallowed, her throat working convulsively as she drank down his piss.

He sat back on the commode, his dick still hard and demanding. Chaitali continued to suck, her movements slow and deliberate, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She could hear the sounds of Rajesh Sir's body, the crude and vulgar noises as he began to shit. The smell was overpowering, filling her nostrils and making her gag, but she didn't stop. She was a whore, a slut, a vessel of pure desire and pleasure, and she reveled in the attention and degradation that came with her newfound role.

As Rajesh Sir finished shitting, he let out a low groan of pleasure, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Chaitali could again taste the bitterness of his cum, the saltiness of his skin.

Rajesh Sir ordered with a cruel gleam. "Ab apne pair choos," he commanded.

She could feel the roughness of his skin, the dirt and grime of the day. She began to lick, her tongue tracing the contours of his feet, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The taste was bitter and salty, the smell overpowering, but she didn't stop. As she finished, Rajesh Sir pulled her away, his breath hot against her face. As Rajesh Sir flushed, a few specks of shit were on the comode, "Ab is commode ko chat ke saaf kar," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

Chaitali nodded, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and shame. Chaitali's heart pounded in her chest as she realised what he wanted. She knelt before the commode, her hands trembling as she began to lick and clean the bowl. The taste was bitter and chemical, the smell of fresh shit.

As she cleaned, she could feel Rajesh Sir's hands on her body, his touch rough and demanding. He entered her from behind, his movements urgent and desperate. Chaitali moaned, her moans of pleasure filling the bathroom.

He led her to the shower. She could feel the warmth of the water, the roughness of his hands, and the fire of her desire.
As they finished, Rajesh Sir pulled her close, his breath hot against her ear. "Ab tu taiyar hai," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Ajj ka din shuru hone wala hai."

And as they stepped out of the shower, Chaitali's mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. She was ashamed of what she had done, of the pleasure she had taken in her degradation. But she was also aroused, her body craving more of the rough, demanding touch of Rajesh Sir and his friends.

She knew that the day was far from over, that there was more degradation and humiliation to come. But she also knew that she was powerless to resist.

Yes make her taste shit and make her clean his dirty shitty ass hole and further more make her eat a bowl of shit and a glass of piss as her day starts as a whore