17-08-2025, 10:47 PM
Part 7
The air in the cramped, grimy room was thick with the stench of sweat and sex, the dim bulb casting flickering shadows across the damp-stained walls. My heart pounded, my mind reeling as I stared at Rita’s body, her dusky curves still glistening from our earlier frenzy. Where I expected the soft folds of a pussy, a small, black cock hung instead, soft but twitching, nestled in a dense thicket of coarse hair. Shock hit me like a slap, my voice erupting in a raw shout, “What the fuck, Rita? You’re a hijra?” My words echoed in the tiny room, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked confidence, and before I could pull away, her hands clamped onto my head, strong and unyielding, forcing her cock past my lips.
The musky, salty taste of her flooded my mouth, her soft shaft hardening against my tongue as she thrust with slow, deliberate precision. My throat tightened, gagging as her cock pushed deeper, the head grazing the back of my throat. Her balls, heavy and warm, slapped against my chin with each thrust, the coarse hair tickling my skin. I groaned, my voice muffled, “Rita, stop! What the hell are you doing?” My hands pushed against her thighs, but her grip was iron, her fingers digging into my scalp. She laughed, low and sultry, her voice dripping with mockery. “Babu, you begged to suck my pussy. Now suck my cock like the slut you are.” Her hips rocked faster, her cock sliding in and out, slick with my saliva, the bitter tang of her precum coating my tongue. My body betrayed me, a sickening heat pooling in my groin despite the rage and humiliation burning in my chest. “Mmm… mmm…” I choked, my protests drowned by the relentless rhythm of her thrusts. “Suck it, babu,” she purred, her voice a velvet taunt. “Swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”
Her cock swelled, stretching my lips, filling my mouth as she fucked my face with savage intensity. Tears stung my eyes, my throat raw as her cock plunged deeper, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I tried to pull away, my hands clawing at her thighs, but she held me like a vice, her nails biting into my skin. “You’re gonna drink my load, babu,” she growled, her voice thick with lust. “This cock was made for your filthy mouth.” My body trembled, caught in a twisted storm of disgust and arousal, my cock throbbing traitorously in my lungi. Suddenly, her cock pulsed, and hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, spilling over my lips, dripping down my chin, and coating my tongue with its salty, bitter taste. I spat it out, gagging, the sticky residue clinging to my lips. “What the fuck, you bitch?” I roared, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my voice shaking with fury. “You came in my fucking mouth?” Rita smirked, her eyes glinting with triumph. “I warned you, babu. My pussy’s a mystery. You wanted to taste it, and now you have.”
I stumbled to my feet, rage and humiliation crashing through me like a tidal wave. “You fucking hijra! I fucked a hijra, and you came in my mouth!” My voice cracked, my body trembling with anger. Rita stepped closer, her dusky body still radiating a dangerous allure, her curves taunting me despite my disgust. She wrapped her arms around me, her lips brushing mine, sucking her own cum from my mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her tongue tangled with mine, the bitter taste of her load mixing with the heat of her mouth, sending a shiver through me. “Don’t be mad, my sweet,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “You loved every second of it. Come back, and I’ll show you pleasures you can’t imagine.” My mind screamed with fury, but my cock twitched, still hard, betraying my shame. I tore myself from her grip, her laughter echoing in my ears as I stumbled out of the room, the dank air of the alley hitting me like a slap.
The narrow alley was alive with the city’s underbelly—beggars muttering, street girls calling out, the stench of drains and decay heavy in the air. My head spun, images of Rita’s cock, my mouth wrapped around it, the taste of her cum searing my mind. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice low and bitter. “I fucked a hijra.” Rage, shock, and a lingering, shameful heat churned inside me, my cock still pulsing in my lungi, refusing to soften. The city’s neon glow pulsed in the distance, the chaotic hum of Kolkata’s streets pulling me deeper into its dark embrace.
A beggar woman stepped into my path, her figure small but striking, around thirty, her torn sari clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes glinted with a seductive hunger, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Babu, help me out,” she said, her voice low and suggestive, the gap in her sari revealing the deep cleavage of her full breasts. My cock surged again, the fire in my veins reigniting. I glanced around—the alley was empty, the shadows swallowing us. A dark plan formed in my mind, fueled by the depravity that had taken root in me. “Alright,” I said, my voice steady, laced with a dangerous edge. “Come to my flat. I’ll give you food and more money than you’ve ever seen.” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, a flicker of desperation mixed with intrigue. I knew my flat was about to become a stage for my twisted desires, a den where I could unleash the beast inside me.
We reached my small, dimly lit flat, the air heavy with the scent of my earlier sins. I locked the door with a click that echoed like a promise. I gestured to the worn sofa. “Sit.” Her sari parted slightly as she sat, revealing the curve of her breasts, her slim waist, and the round, firm swell of her ass. My cock strained against my lungi, hard and aching, the sight of her igniting a primal hunger. I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding, dripping with lust. “Tonight, you do everything I say. I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never dreamed of, but on my terms.” Her voice trembled, her eyes wide with fear. “Babu, I just want food and money. Please, don’t hurt me.” I smirked, my cock throbbing at her vulnerability. “You’re my slut now,” I growled. “I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll obey.”
I brought a plate of roti, curry, and a glass of water from the kitchen, setting it before her. “Eat,” I said, my eyes never leaving her. “Then we play.” She attacked the food like a starved animal, curry smearing her lips, her hands shaking with hunger. I watched, my mind racing with the depraved acts I’d force upon her. Her desperation, her need, made her mine, a canvas for my darkest desires. When she finished, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers, she looked up, her voice soft and uncertain. “Babu, you’re kind. What now?” I leaned in, my eyes hard, my voice a low growl. “Now you lick every inch of my body—my armpits, my ass, my cock, my toes. Every fucking part of me.” Her eyes widened, fear and humiliation flashing across her face. “Babu, that’s filthy! I can’t!” I grabbed her hair, yanking it hard, her gasp fueling my arousal. “You’ll do it, or I’ll throw you back on the street with nothing.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded, her submission sending a surge of power through me, my cock pulsing with need.
I ripped off my shirt, my armpits slick with sweat, matted with thick, dark hair. “Lick my armpit,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. “Taste my sweat, you slut.” Her trembling hands reached for me, her face inches from my pit, her breath hitching as tears glistened in her eyes. Her tongue flicked out, grazing my sweaty skin, the salty, musky taste hitting her. I pressed her face deeper, her nose buried in my hair, the coarse strands tickling her lips. “Harder,” I growled. “Eat every drop of my sweat.” She licked, gagging softly, her tongue sliding through the hair, the sensation sending a jolt through my cock, making it throb harder. “How’s it taste, you filthy whore?” I taunted, my hand tightening in her hair. She sobbed, her voice breaking, “Babu, it’s disgusting. Please stop.” I laughed, the sound dark and cruel. “Disgusting or not, you’ll lick every fucking inch of me until I’m satisfied.”
I pushed her onto the sofa, tearing her torn sari away with a savage tug. Her naked body lay exposed, vulnerable, and perfect—firm, round breasts with hard, dark nipples jutting out, a scarred stomach etched with the marks of a hard life, a slim waist curving into a lush, round ass that begged to be claimed. My cock throbbed, aching to bury itself in her. I grabbed a bottle of honey from the kitchen, my eyes glinting with depravity. “Now you’ll lick honey off me,” I said, pouring the golden liquid over her breasts. It dripped over her nipples, trickling down her stomach, pooling in her navel. I leaned in, my tongue lapping at her breasts, the sweet honey mixing with the salty tang of her sweat, her skin warm and trembling under my mouth. I sucked her nipples hard, biting them, making her cry out, “Babu, what are you doing? I’m ashamed!” Her voice shook, but I growled, “Ashamed? You’re my slut, made for my pleasure.” I bit harder, my teeth sinking into her nipple, her scream—“Ah! Babu, slow, it hurts!”—only stoking the fire in my veins. My cock pulsed, dripping precum, as her pain fueled my hunger.
I grabbed a black cloth and tied it tightly over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “You see nothing now,” I said, my voice a low, menacing purr. “Just feel me and obey.” Her body shook harder, her breaths shallow, her vulnerability driving me wild. I pressed my hand to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her pulse racing under my fingers. “Babu, I can’t breathe!” she choked, her voice trembling with fear. “You’ll breathe when I say,” I snapped, my hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, “Ah! Babu, please!” Her helplessness was intoxicating, my cock aching with need. “You’re mine in this darkness,” I growled, flipping her onto her stomach, her round ass raised high, begging for my touch. I spread her cheeks, her tight, puckered asshole small and impossibly inviting. “Lick my ass now,” I ordered, my voice dripping with lust. She screamed, “No, babu, that’s filthy! I can’t!” I slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing, a red mark blooming on her dusky skin. “Lick it, or I’ll choke you until you pass out.” I pressed my asshole to her face, her sobbing tongue flicking against it, the wet heat sending shivers through my body. “Deeper,” I growled, grinding against her. “Fuck my ass with your tongue.” Her tongue pushed inside, sliding against my walls, the sensation electric, my cock pulsing with pleasure. “How’s my ass taste, you dirty slut?” I taunted. She sobbed, “Babu, it’s disgusting. Please, mercy.” I laughed, cruel and unrelenting. “Keep licking, or I’ll make it worse.”
I flipped her onto her back, shoving my sweaty, dirt-caked toes to her face. “Suck my toes,” I ordered, my voice hard. “Taste my filth.” She cried, “Babu, it’s dirty! I can’t!” I yanked her hair, pulling her head back. “Suck, or I’ll slap your ass raw.” She took my toes in her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, the salty grit of sweat and dirt coating her lips. Her tears fell, her humiliation feeding my lust, my cock throbbing harder. I untied her blindfold, wanting her to see the raw hunger in my eyes, the beast I’d become. Fear and shame stared back, her eyes glistening with tears.
I tore off my lungi, my eight-inch cock standing rigid, the red tip glistening with precum. I pulled her onto my lap, my cock brushing her trembling lips. “Suck it,” I ordered. “Swallow my cum, you filthy whore.” She sobbed, “Babu, I can’t. It’s disgusting.” I slapped her face, leaving a red mark across her cheek. “Suck, or I’ll rip your pussy apart.” She took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, sending waves of pleasure through me. I grabbed her head, thrusting into her throat, her gagging moans—“Mmm… mmm…”—driving me wild. Her saliva coated my cock, gleaming as I fucked her mouth, the wet sounds filling the room. “Harder,” I growled. “Drink every fucking drop.” My cum erupted, hot and thick, spilling over her lips, dripping down her cheeks and chin. She looked at me, tears streaming, her eyes filled with pain and humiliation, her face smeared with my load.
I dragged her to the bathroom, turning on the shower, the cold water cascading over her naked body, her nipples hardening instantly. “I’m gonna rip your pussy and ass apart,” I said, pushing her against the tiled wall and shoving my cock into her pussy. She was wet, her body betraying her fear, but she shook with pain as I fucked her hard, my cock plunging deep into her tight, slick heat. “Babu, slow! I can’t take it!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Shut up, slut,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” I slapped her ass, leaving red marks, the sound echoing in the small room. I smeared her pussy juices on my fingers, forcing them into her mouth. “Taste your filthy cunt,” I ordered. She sucked, her eyes brimming with shame, her tongue trembling against my fingers.
I flipped her, pressing her against the wall, my cock teasing her tight asshole. I smeared her pussy juices over my shaft, coating it, and pushed hard, her hole resisting. “No! Babu, take it out! I’ll die!” she screamed as my cock forced its way in, stretching her painfully. “You won’t die,” I growled. “Your ass is mine.” I fucked her hard, her tight hole gripping my cock like a vice, pleasure surging through me with every thrust. I slapped her ass, pinched her breasts, and squeezed her throat until she gasped, “Babu, I can’t breathe!” Her voice was desperate, but I snapped, “Take my cock, you whore.” My cum flooded her ass, hot and thick, as she collapsed against the wall, her body trembling, slick with water and sweat.
I held her, my hands roaming her wet, shivering body, my tongue licking the salty sweat from her neck, her skin warm and slick under my mouth. I tore her sari off again, her firm breasts and scarred stomach driving me wild, her round ass begging for more. I pushed her back onto the sofa, her pleas—“Babu, don’t ruin me!”—falling on deaf ears. “Shut up,” I snapped. “You’re mine.” I sucked her nipples, biting hard, her cries—“Ah! Babu, it hurts!”—stoking my fire. I fingered her pussy, her wetness coating my hand, and forced my fingers into her mouth. “Taste your cunt,” I growled. She sucked, tears streaming down her face.
I flipped her, her ass raised, and buried my tongue in her asshole, probing deep as her body shook. “No, babu, it’s dirty!” she screamed. “Your ass is mine,” I growled, fucking her hole with my tongue, then sliding two fingers inside, stretching her. She screamed, “Ah! Stop!” but I didn’t, my cock throbbing with need. I slapped her ass until it glowed red, then fucked her tight hole again, her cries mixing with my groans as I filled her with cum.
I pulled her onto my lap, my cock sliding into her pussy as I made her ride me. “Dance on my cock,” I ordered, slapping her ass as she moved, her pussy juices making wet, obscene sounds. “Babu, I can’t anymore!” she sobbed, her body trembling with exhaustion. “One more,” I growled, pushing her onto the sofa and fucking her mouth until my cum spilled over her face again, coating her lips and chin. In the shower, I fucked her ass one last time, her body collapsing as my cum filled her, her cries echoing in the tiled room.
I cleaned her up, handing her an old sari and a thick wad of cash. “Go,” I said, my voice cold. “Don’t tell anyone.” She took the money, her hands shaking, her eyes filled with pain, humiliation, and a broken resignation. “Babu, you ruined me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stumbled out the door. I watched her go, a twisted calm settling over me, laced with a gnawing guilt. My flat had become a den of depravity, a stage for my darkest desires. I knew I was spiraling into an abyss, but the fire in my veins burned too hot, and I couldn’t stop.
The air in the cramped, grimy room was thick with the stench of sweat and sex, the dim bulb casting flickering shadows across the damp-stained walls. My heart pounded, my mind reeling as I stared at Rita’s body, her dusky curves still glistening from our earlier frenzy. Where I expected the soft folds of a pussy, a small, black cock hung instead, soft but twitching, nestled in a dense thicket of coarse hair. Shock hit me like a slap, my voice erupting in a raw shout, “What the fuck, Rita? You’re a hijra?” My words echoed in the tiny room, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked confidence, and before I could pull away, her hands clamped onto my head, strong and unyielding, forcing her cock past my lips.
The musky, salty taste of her flooded my mouth, her soft shaft hardening against my tongue as she thrust with slow, deliberate precision. My throat tightened, gagging as her cock pushed deeper, the head grazing the back of my throat. Her balls, heavy and warm, slapped against my chin with each thrust, the coarse hair tickling my skin. I groaned, my voice muffled, “Rita, stop! What the hell are you doing?” My hands pushed against her thighs, but her grip was iron, her fingers digging into my scalp. She laughed, low and sultry, her voice dripping with mockery. “Babu, you begged to suck my pussy. Now suck my cock like the slut you are.” Her hips rocked faster, her cock sliding in and out, slick with my saliva, the bitter tang of her precum coating my tongue. My body betrayed me, a sickening heat pooling in my groin despite the rage and humiliation burning in my chest. “Mmm… mmm…” I choked, my protests drowned by the relentless rhythm of her thrusts. “Suck it, babu,” she purred, her voice a velvet taunt. “Swallow every fucking drop of my cum.”
Her cock swelled, stretching my lips, filling my mouth as she fucked my face with savage intensity. Tears stung my eyes, my throat raw as her cock plunged deeper, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. I tried to pull away, my hands clawing at her thighs, but she held me like a vice, her nails biting into my skin. “You’re gonna drink my load, babu,” she growled, her voice thick with lust. “This cock was made for your filthy mouth.” My body trembled, caught in a twisted storm of disgust and arousal, my cock throbbing traitorously in my lungi. Suddenly, her cock pulsed, and hot, thick cum flooded my mouth, spilling over my lips, dripping down my chin, and coating my tongue with its salty, bitter taste. I spat it out, gagging, the sticky residue clinging to my lips. “What the fuck, you bitch?” I roared, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my voice shaking with fury. “You came in my fucking mouth?” Rita smirked, her eyes glinting with triumph. “I warned you, babu. My pussy’s a mystery. You wanted to taste it, and now you have.”
I stumbled to my feet, rage and humiliation crashing through me like a tidal wave. “You fucking hijra! I fucked a hijra, and you came in my mouth!” My voice cracked, my body trembling with anger. Rita stepped closer, her dusky body still radiating a dangerous allure, her curves taunting me despite my disgust. She wrapped her arms around me, her lips brushing mine, sucking her own cum from my mouth in a slow, deliberate kiss. Her tongue tangled with mine, the bitter taste of her load mixing with the heat of her mouth, sending a shiver through me. “Don’t be mad, my sweet,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips. “You loved every second of it. Come back, and I’ll show you pleasures you can’t imagine.” My mind screamed with fury, but my cock twitched, still hard, betraying my shame. I tore myself from her grip, her laughter echoing in my ears as I stumbled out of the room, the dank air of the alley hitting me like a slap.
The narrow alley was alive with the city’s underbelly—beggars muttering, street girls calling out, the stench of drains and decay heavy in the air. My head spun, images of Rita’s cock, my mouth wrapped around it, the taste of her cum searing my mind. “Fuck,” I muttered, my voice low and bitter. “I fucked a hijra.” Rage, shock, and a lingering, shameful heat churned inside me, my cock still pulsing in my lungi, refusing to soften. The city’s neon glow pulsed in the distance, the chaotic hum of Kolkata’s streets pulling me deeper into its dark embrace.
A beggar woman stepped into my path, her figure small but striking, around thirty, her torn sari clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her eyes glinted with a seductive hunger, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Babu, help me out,” she said, her voice low and suggestive, the gap in her sari revealing the deep cleavage of her full breasts. My cock surged again, the fire in my veins reigniting. I glanced around—the alley was empty, the shadows swallowing us. A dark plan formed in my mind, fueled by the depravity that had taken root in me. “Alright,” I said, my voice steady, laced with a dangerous edge. “Come to my flat. I’ll give you food and more money than you’ve ever seen.” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, a flicker of desperation mixed with intrigue. I knew my flat was about to become a stage for my twisted desires, a den where I could unleash the beast inside me.
We reached my small, dimly lit flat, the air heavy with the scent of my earlier sins. I locked the door with a click that echoed like a promise. I gestured to the worn sofa. “Sit.” Her sari parted slightly as she sat, revealing the curve of her breasts, her slim waist, and the round, firm swell of her ass. My cock strained against my lungi, hard and aching, the sight of her igniting a primal hunger. I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding, dripping with lust. “Tonight, you do everything I say. I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never dreamed of, but on my terms.” Her voice trembled, her eyes wide with fear. “Babu, I just want food and money. Please, don’t hurt me.” I smirked, my cock throbbing at her vulnerability. “You’re my slut now,” I growled. “I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll obey.”
I brought a plate of roti, curry, and a glass of water from the kitchen, setting it before her. “Eat,” I said, my eyes never leaving her. “Then we play.” She attacked the food like a starved animal, curry smearing her lips, her hands shaking with hunger. I watched, my mind racing with the depraved acts I’d force upon her. Her desperation, her need, made her mine, a canvas for my darkest desires. When she finished, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers, she looked up, her voice soft and uncertain. “Babu, you’re kind. What now?” I leaned in, my eyes hard, my voice a low growl. “Now you lick every inch of my body—my armpits, my ass, my cock, my toes. Every fucking part of me.” Her eyes widened, fear and humiliation flashing across her face. “Babu, that’s filthy! I can’t!” I grabbed her hair, yanking it hard, her gasp fueling my arousal. “You’ll do it, or I’ll throw you back on the street with nothing.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded, her submission sending a surge of power through me, my cock pulsing with need.
I ripped off my shirt, my armpits slick with sweat, matted with thick, dark hair. “Lick my armpit,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. “Taste my sweat, you slut.” Her trembling hands reached for me, her face inches from my pit, her breath hitching as tears glistened in her eyes. Her tongue flicked out, grazing my sweaty skin, the salty, musky taste hitting her. I pressed her face deeper, her nose buried in my hair, the coarse strands tickling her lips. “Harder,” I growled. “Eat every drop of my sweat.” She licked, gagging softly, her tongue sliding through the hair, the sensation sending a jolt through my cock, making it throb harder. “How’s it taste, you filthy whore?” I taunted, my hand tightening in her hair. She sobbed, her voice breaking, “Babu, it’s disgusting. Please stop.” I laughed, the sound dark and cruel. “Disgusting or not, you’ll lick every fucking inch of me until I’m satisfied.”
I pushed her onto the sofa, tearing her torn sari away with a savage tug. Her naked body lay exposed, vulnerable, and perfect—firm, round breasts with hard, dark nipples jutting out, a scarred stomach etched with the marks of a hard life, a slim waist curving into a lush, round ass that begged to be claimed. My cock throbbed, aching to bury itself in her. I grabbed a bottle of honey from the kitchen, my eyes glinting with depravity. “Now you’ll lick honey off me,” I said, pouring the golden liquid over her breasts. It dripped over her nipples, trickling down her stomach, pooling in her navel. I leaned in, my tongue lapping at her breasts, the sweet honey mixing with the salty tang of her sweat, her skin warm and trembling under my mouth. I sucked her nipples hard, biting them, making her cry out, “Babu, what are you doing? I’m ashamed!” Her voice shook, but I growled, “Ashamed? You’re my slut, made for my pleasure.” I bit harder, my teeth sinking into her nipple, her scream—“Ah! Babu, slow, it hurts!”—only stoking the fire in my veins. My cock pulsed, dripping precum, as her pain fueled my hunger.
I grabbed a black cloth and tied it tightly over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. “You see nothing now,” I said, my voice a low, menacing purr. “Just feel me and obey.” Her body shook harder, her breaths shallow, her vulnerability driving me wild. I pressed my hand to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her pulse racing under my fingers. “Babu, I can’t breathe!” she choked, her voice trembling with fear. “You’ll breathe when I say,” I snapped, my hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered, “Ah! Babu, please!” Her helplessness was intoxicating, my cock aching with need. “You’re mine in this darkness,” I growled, flipping her onto her stomach, her round ass raised high, begging for my touch. I spread her cheeks, her tight, puckered asshole small and impossibly inviting. “Lick my ass now,” I ordered, my voice dripping with lust. She screamed, “No, babu, that’s filthy! I can’t!” I slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing, a red mark blooming on her dusky skin. “Lick it, or I’ll choke you until you pass out.” I pressed my asshole to her face, her sobbing tongue flicking against it, the wet heat sending shivers through my body. “Deeper,” I growled, grinding against her. “Fuck my ass with your tongue.” Her tongue pushed inside, sliding against my walls, the sensation electric, my cock pulsing with pleasure. “How’s my ass taste, you dirty slut?” I taunted. She sobbed, “Babu, it’s disgusting. Please, mercy.” I laughed, cruel and unrelenting. “Keep licking, or I’ll make it worse.”
I flipped her onto her back, shoving my sweaty, dirt-caked toes to her face. “Suck my toes,” I ordered, my voice hard. “Taste my filth.” She cried, “Babu, it’s dirty! I can’t!” I yanked her hair, pulling her head back. “Suck, or I’ll slap your ass raw.” She took my toes in her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, the salty grit of sweat and dirt coating her lips. Her tears fell, her humiliation feeding my lust, my cock throbbing harder. I untied her blindfold, wanting her to see the raw hunger in my eyes, the beast I’d become. Fear and shame stared back, her eyes glistening with tears.
I tore off my lungi, my eight-inch cock standing rigid, the red tip glistening with precum. I pulled her onto my lap, my cock brushing her trembling lips. “Suck it,” I ordered. “Swallow my cum, you filthy whore.” She sobbed, “Babu, I can’t. It’s disgusting.” I slapped her face, leaving a red mark across her cheek. “Suck, or I’ll rip your pussy apart.” She took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, sending waves of pleasure through me. I grabbed her head, thrusting into her throat, her gagging moans—“Mmm… mmm…”—driving me wild. Her saliva coated my cock, gleaming as I fucked her mouth, the wet sounds filling the room. “Harder,” I growled. “Drink every fucking drop.” My cum erupted, hot and thick, spilling over her lips, dripping down her cheeks and chin. She looked at me, tears streaming, her eyes filled with pain and humiliation, her face smeared with my load.
I dragged her to the bathroom, turning on the shower, the cold water cascading over her naked body, her nipples hardening instantly. “I’m gonna rip your pussy and ass apart,” I said, pushing her against the tiled wall and shoving my cock into her pussy. She was wet, her body betraying her fear, but she shook with pain as I fucked her hard, my cock plunging deep into her tight, slick heat. “Babu, slow! I can’t take it!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Shut up, slut,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” I slapped her ass, leaving red marks, the sound echoing in the small room. I smeared her pussy juices on my fingers, forcing them into her mouth. “Taste your filthy cunt,” I ordered. She sucked, her eyes brimming with shame, her tongue trembling against my fingers.
I flipped her, pressing her against the wall, my cock teasing her tight asshole. I smeared her pussy juices over my shaft, coating it, and pushed hard, her hole resisting. “No! Babu, take it out! I’ll die!” she screamed as my cock forced its way in, stretching her painfully. “You won’t die,” I growled. “Your ass is mine.” I fucked her hard, her tight hole gripping my cock like a vice, pleasure surging through me with every thrust. I slapped her ass, pinched her breasts, and squeezed her throat until she gasped, “Babu, I can’t breathe!” Her voice was desperate, but I snapped, “Take my cock, you whore.” My cum flooded her ass, hot and thick, as she collapsed against the wall, her body trembling, slick with water and sweat.
I held her, my hands roaming her wet, shivering body, my tongue licking the salty sweat from her neck, her skin warm and slick under my mouth. I tore her sari off again, her firm breasts and scarred stomach driving me wild, her round ass begging for more. I pushed her back onto the sofa, her pleas—“Babu, don’t ruin me!”—falling on deaf ears. “Shut up,” I snapped. “You’re mine.” I sucked her nipples, biting hard, her cries—“Ah! Babu, it hurts!”—stoking my fire. I fingered her pussy, her wetness coating my hand, and forced my fingers into her mouth. “Taste your cunt,” I growled. She sucked, tears streaming down her face.
I flipped her, her ass raised, and buried my tongue in her asshole, probing deep as her body shook. “No, babu, it’s dirty!” she screamed. “Your ass is mine,” I growled, fucking her hole with my tongue, then sliding two fingers inside, stretching her. She screamed, “Ah! Stop!” but I didn’t, my cock throbbing with need. I slapped her ass until it glowed red, then fucked her tight hole again, her cries mixing with my groans as I filled her with cum.
I pulled her onto my lap, my cock sliding into her pussy as I made her ride me. “Dance on my cock,” I ordered, slapping her ass as she moved, her pussy juices making wet, obscene sounds. “Babu, I can’t anymore!” she sobbed, her body trembling with exhaustion. “One more,” I growled, pushing her onto the sofa and fucking her mouth until my cum spilled over her face again, coating her lips and chin. In the shower, I fucked her ass one last time, her body collapsing as my cum filled her, her cries echoing in the tiled room.
I cleaned her up, handing her an old sari and a thick wad of cash. “Go,” I said, my voice cold. “Don’t tell anyone.” She took the money, her hands shaking, her eyes filled with pain, humiliation, and a broken resignation. “Babu, you ruined me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she stumbled out the door. I watched her go, a twisted calm settling over me, laced with a gnawing guilt. My flat had become a den of depravity, a stage for my darkest desires. I knew I was spiraling into an abyss, but the fire in my veins burned too hot, and I couldn’t stop.
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