Gay/Lesb - LGBT The Forbidden World of the Dark Alley

[Abirkkz]

Suddenly, Rita, her six-inch cock still glistening with slick cum, rises from the bed, her eyes blazing with fire, her body trembling with the sting of the wedding night’s humiliation. Her full breasts sway, dark nipples hard, her round ass slick with sweat. She charges at Ratan, her hands swinging, delivering sharp, stinging slaps across his face. Each slap leaves red marks on his cheeks, the sound echoing in the sultry air. “You dared to deny my cock, Ratan! Now you’ll feel my power!” Rita screams, her voice a raw mix of rage and lust.
Ratan, stunned, his eyes flashing with shock and anger, raises his hand to strike back, but Rita is faster. She grabs his wrist, twisting it hard, her strength surprising him. Then, with a swift lift of her leg, she delivers a powerful kick to his stomach. Ratan cries out, “Ahh!” stumbling backward, crashing against the bed’s edge. His body quakes, but his eyes still burn with defiance.
Farida and Paglee, watching the scene, burst into laughter, rising to their feet. Farida’s pussy is still wet with Ratan’s cum, her full breasts heaving. Paglee’s bronzed skin glistens with sweat, her swollen pussy pulsing with arousal. “Rita, you’re our queen! Punish Ratan!” Farida shouts, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. Paglee giggles, her voice dripping with mischief, “Ratan, your ass is done for now!”
Together, Farida and Paglee grab Ratan, pinning him face-up on the bed. He struggles, his muscles tensing, but their strong hands clamp his wrists, holding him down. Rita climbs onto the bed, her six-inch cock rigid, veins bulging, the pink head slick with precum, throbbing with raw need.
Rita spreads Ratan’s legs wide, lifting his round ass high. His tight hole glistens with sweat, as if begging for Rita’s cum. “You said my cock would never enter your ass, Ratan. Now watch it tear you apart!” Rita growls, rubbing her cock against his hole. She eases the head in slowly, his tight, warm hole gripping her fiercely. Ratan lets out a sharp moan, “Ahh… Rita… you’re setting my ass on fire!”
With one powerful thrust, Rita buries her entire cock inside him, her movements fierce and relentless. Each thrust shakes Ratan’s body, his ass quivering in rhythm with her savage pace. Farida and Paglee hold him down, their hands whipping his body with the bedsheet, slapping his ass and back. “Ratan, you’re our slave now!” Farida screams, her hand delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. Paglee, laughing wildly, climbs onto his chest, grinding her wet pussy against his face. “Suck it, Ratan! Suck my pussy!” she demands, pressing her swollen lips against his mouth. Ratan’s tongue laps at her dripping folds, drinking her juices, his moans muffled.
Rita, Farida, and Paglee chant in unison, “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!” Their voices echo through the room, a primal, demonic melody. Rita’s thrusts grow fiercer, her cock plunging deep into Ratan’s ass, the veined shaft rubbing his tight walls. His body trembles, his seven-inch cock hard and dripping with precum. “Rita… you’re destroying my ass!” Ratan cries, his voice a mix of pain and ecstasy.
Rita’s thrusts reach a fever pitch, her cock erupting inside Ratan’s ass, flooding it with hot, sticky cum that spills down his thighs. Her release is endless, as if all her rage and desire pour out in this torrent, soaking the bed, dripping onto the rose petals scattered beneath. The room seems to drown in her cum—bed, walls, floor, all slick with her warm, salty essence. Farida and Paglee, laughing, scoop up Rita’s cum, smearing it over each other’s bodies, their pussies and breasts glistening. “Rita, you’ve finished Ratan! Look at him, Ratan, Ratan, Ratan!” Farida shouts, her hands stroking both Ratan’s and Rita’s cocks.
Ratan lies on the bed, exhausted, his ass soaked with Rita’s cum. The sound of their chants—Ratan… Ratan… Ratan…—fades in his ears, growing softer. Suddenly, a sharp cry of “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!” snaps him awake. His eyes flutter open, and the sticky bed, rose petals, incense smoke, and the musky scent of sweat, cum, and juices vanish. Only his cock remains, wet with the sticky residue of a wet dream, his lungi clinging to his skin.
From outside the room, his mother Farida’s voice calls, “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!”
“I’m coming, Ma!” Ratan replies, his voice groggy with sleep.
Farida’s tone is sharp with irritation. “I’ve been calling you forever! Are you sleeping like the dead? Did you eat too much at the feast yesterday? Get up, you need to open the shop!” Her footsteps fade as Ratan sits up, his body drenched in sweat, his mind restless with guilt and desire. He touches his cum-soaked cock, his thoughts consumed by the vivid, filthy dream. Why did he dream this?
Memories flood back:
Days ago, Ratan had taken a madwoman, Paglee, into his shop and fucked her, seizing the chance to sate his lust, believing no one would know of this forbidden, juicy encounter. But Rita, a transgender woman, had seen it all. The incident sparked a secret guilt and fear in Ratan, manifesting in his dream as Paglee’s wild, lustful persona. Her pussy, her screams, and the union with Farida were expressions of his subconscious desires, reveling in the thrill of the forbidden.
But Rita, knowing of Ratan’s tryst with Paglee, blackmailed him. She fucked his ass with her six-inch cock, taking revenge and challenging his dominance. This left a deep sense of humiliation and shame, reflected in the dream as Rita’s slaps, kicks, and the intense fucking of his ass. Her words, “My cock is the king of your ass,” echo his subconscious fear of defeat under her power. The image of her cum “flooding the room” is an exaggerated expression of his guilt and her dominance.
In the dream, Farida appears as both his nurturing mother and a sexual partner, embodying a duality that reflects Ratan’s internal conflict—love for his mother intertwined with forbidden attraction. In reality, Farida is caring, urging him to open the shop, but in the dream, her intense union with Rita and Paglee highlights his fear of abandonment and taboo desires. The wedding feast from the previous night, with its rose petals, incense, and revelry, merged with his subconscious lust, shaping the dream’s vivid scenes. The excess of food and drink stirred his body and mind, culminating in the wet dream.
Ratan’s hunger for Paglee and the sting of Rita’s humiliation linger. Not knowing where Paglee or Rita are fuels his unrest. He longs to fuck Paglee again, to reclaim his dominance, but Rita’s blackmail and the memory of her cock in his ass have shattered his confidence, manifesting in the dream as his submission. The dark, filthy alley, shrouded in the twilight of desire, pulses with the scent of raw lu