14-10-2025, 05:15 AM
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Chapter 43: Sari (Act 3)
Rahim’s body lay crumpled on the cold pavement, his vision blurred but his hearing sharp enough to catch the hushed whispers between the two men. The tattooed guy leaned in close to the bald man, his voice low and menacing, a predator strategizing his next move. The bald man nodded, a grim understanding passing between them. Rahim’s stomach churned as he watched them reach for the small jar he knew all too well. They slathered the oily substance onto their cocks with practiced ease, their flaccid lengths surging back to life almost instantly, thick and throbbing with renewed vigor.
The waitress, her body already trembling from the abuse she’d endured, began to plead. “Please… no more,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I can’t take it…”
The tattooed guy smirked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. See, your boss? He owes us a lot of money. Couldn’t pay on time. So, he told us we could… collect from you instead.”
Her eyes widened in horror. “No… no, that’s not true! I just started working here three weeks ago! He wouldn’t...We are in love.”
“He did,” the bald man interrupted, his voice cold and final. “And now you’re ours.”
Rahim’s heart sank, his mind reeling at the sheer cruelty of it. He tried to scream, to shout for them to stop, but his voice caught in his throat, swallowed by the weight of his helplessness.
The tattooed guy laid down on the jacket they’d used earlier, spreading his legs and positioning himself beneath the waitress. “Come on, darlin’,” he said, his voice deceptively soft. “Climb on top. Let’s make this easy for you.”
Reluctantly, she obeyed, her body trembling as she straddled him. Her tightness stretched around his thick cock as she sank down, her breath hitching with every inch. She managed five shaky strokes before she froze, her eyes wide with panic as she felt the bald man’s presence behind her.
“N-no…” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Not there… please, not there!”
The tattooed guy chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. “Oh, don’t be shy,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “You’ll love it. Just relax.”
The bald man didn't wait for her to comply. He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her other entrance. Her body tensed, her screams of protest muffled by the overwhelming sensation of being breached in both holes simultaneously.
“Fuck… she’s so tight,” the bald man groaned, his voice strained. “You weren’t kidding.”
The waitress whimpered, her body trembling as she was stretched to her limits. The tattooed guy locked her hips in place, his cock buried deep inside her pussy as the bald man pushed into her asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“That’s it,” the tattooed guy encouraged, his voice low and guttural. “Take it, baby. You’re doing so good.”
“Shit… I can’t believe how tight she is,” the bald man muttered, his breath hitching as he bottomed out inside her. “Fuck, this is amazing.”
The waitress let out a strangled gasp, her body trembling as both men began to move in unison. The sensation was overwhelming with pain and pleasure colliding in a dizzying spiral. She clutched at the tattooed guy’s chest, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself against the relentless assault.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the tattooed guy growled, his hips bucking up into hers. “Take every inch of me.” as he squeezes her hips hard.
The bald man groaned as he thrust deeper into her ass, his hands gripping her boobs tightly. “Fuck… she’s clenching so hard,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Neither am I,” the tattooed guy admitted, his voice rough with arousal. “Let’s give her everything we’ve got.”
Their movements quickened, their bodies slamming into hers with a force that seemed to shake the very air around them. The tattooed man, still buried deep inside her pussy, leaned forward, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple as he moaned into her flesh, the sound muffled but no less intense.
The bald man, driving into her asshole with relentless precision, reached over with his large, calloused hands and grabbed her other breast, squeezing it roughly. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, the contrast between his rough grip and the tender way she’d been handled before was stark.
“Damn, she’s tight,” the bald man growled, his voice strained as he pulled back slightly before thrusting in again. “Feels like I’m fucking a virgin tonight.”
“She might as well be,” the tattooed man chuckled darkly, pulling away from her breast with a wet pop. He looked down at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of lust and cruelty. “Only your boss had you before us, right, sweetheart? Bet he didn’t fuck you like this.”
The waitress gasped, her body trembling as both men moved in sync, their cocks sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic squelch. “P-please…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… too much…” The men ignored her pleas.
The tattooed man smirked, his hand moving from her hip to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Too much?
You’re taking us both like a champ, baby. Look at you.” He glanced down at where their bodies were joined, the sight of his thick cock disappearing into her pussy while the bald man’s plunged into her asshole. “Fuck, look at that. Two cocks stretching you wide open. You’re dripping...can’t get enough of us, can you?”
“Sh-she’s clenching so hard,” the bald man groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He reached down to where he was entering her asshole, spreading her cheeks wider with his fingers as he watched himself slide in and out of her tight hole. “Think she likes it rough.”
The waitress whimpered, her body arching as the bald man hit a spot deep inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her despite the pain. She tried to speak, but her words came out in a broken sob. “I-I can’t… it’s too… too deep…”
“Too deep?” the tattooed man repeated with a dark laugh. He shifted slightly, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy, the head brushing against her cervix. “That’s the point, sweetheart. We’re gonna make sure you feel this for days.”
The bald man leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re taking us so well, baby. Both holes stretched wide open for us. Bet you never thought you’d be able to handle two cocks at once, huh?”
The waitress shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. “N-no… I… I can’t…”
“But you are,” the tattooed man interrupted, his tone almost proud. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. “Look at how good you’re doing. Your little pussy’s gripping me so tight like you’re trying to milk my cock dry.”
The bald man let out a low groan, his fingers digging into her breast as he increased his pace. “Her ass is even tighter. Feels like she’s sucking me in.” He pulled back slightly, his cock glistening with her slickness before slamming back in. “Fuck… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
The tattooed man chuckled, his breath hitching as he felt her pussy clench around him. “Same here. She’s got me on edge.” He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re gonna make us cum, sweetheart. Both of us. Right inside you.”
The waitress’s eyes widened in panic. “N-no… please… don’t...”
“Oh, we will,” the bald man interrupted, his voice harsh but tinged with arousal. “And you’re gonna take it all, every last drop. Both holes filled to the brim.”
The tattooed man leaned back, his hands gripping her thighs as he slammed into her with renewed force. “Yeah, she’s gonna love it,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Feel that? How your pussy’s gripping me like you don’t want me to leave? You’re gonna miss this when we’re done.”
The bald man groaned as he felt her ass tighten around him, his thrusts growing more erratic. “Fuck… she’s clenching again. I can’t...I’m gonna...”
“Me too,” the tattooed man gritted out, his hips stuttering as he felt his orgasm building. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill her up.”
The waitress whimpered, her body trembling as both men reached their peaks simultaneously. She felt their cocks pulse inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy and asshole.
“Take it all,” the tattooed man growled, his voice low and guttural as he emptied himself inside her. “Every fucking drop.”
The bald man leaned forward, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he came deep in her asshole. “Fuck… you feel amazing,” he murmured, his breath hitching as he spilled himself inside her.
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest as the scene unfolded before him. The waitress lay between the two men, her body trembling with aftershocks as they continued to thrust shallowly, milking the last drops of their release. Her small frame was dwarfed by theirs, her skin glistening with sweat and their cum.
Rahim lay there for a moment, his body aching from the beating he had taken, but his mind reeling from what he had just witnessed. The sound of their voices echoed in his ears, their crude remarks echoing in his mind.
As he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, he noticed the small jar lying on the pavement nearby, its oily contents glistening faintly under the dim light of the streetlamp.He vowed never to use it again even though temptation lingered.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint dripping of cum onto the pavement. Then the tattooed guy chuckled darkly, running a hand over the waitress’s trembling back.
“Damn, girl,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re one hell of a fuck.”
The bald man pulled out slowly, admiring the mess they’d made of her. “Yeah,” he agreed, his tone lecherous. “We should come back for seconds.”
They dressed quickly, tossing crude remarks at the waitress as they left her there, broken and spent. Rahim watched in stunned silence, his own cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he came involuntarily, the sight of their depravity imprinting itself on his mind forever.
Rahim waited until they were out of sight before crawling toward her, his movements slow and pained.
“Are you okay?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.
The waitress didn’t respond. She just lay there, staring blankly at the sky, her body trembling with exhaustion and the lingering effects of their passion.
Rahim’s body lay crumpled on the cold pavement, his vision blurred but his hearing sharp enough to catch the hushed whispers between the two men. The tattooed guy leaned in close to the bald man, his voice low and menacing, a predator strategizing his next move. The bald man nodded, a grim understanding passing between them. Rahim’s stomach churned as he watched them reach for the small jar he knew all too well. They slathered the oily substance onto their cocks with practiced ease, their flaccid lengths surging back to life almost instantly, thick and throbbing with renewed vigor.
The waitress, her body already trembling from the abuse she’d endured, began to plead. “Please… no more,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I can’t take it…”
The tattooed guy smirked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. See, your boss? He owes us a lot of money. Couldn’t pay on time. So, he told us we could… collect from you instead.”
Her eyes widened in horror. “No… no, that’s not true! I just started working here three weeks ago! He wouldn’t...We are in love.”
“He did,” the bald man interrupted, his voice cold and final. “And now you’re ours.”
Rahim’s heart sank, his mind reeling at the sheer cruelty of it. He tried to scream, to shout for them to stop, but his voice caught in his throat, swallowed by the weight of his helplessness.
The tattooed guy laid down on the jacket they’d used earlier, spreading his legs and positioning himself beneath the waitress. “Come on, darlin’,” he said, his voice deceptively soft. “Climb on top. Let’s make this easy for you.”
Reluctantly, she obeyed, her body trembling as she straddled him. Her tightness stretched around his thick cock as she sank down, her breath hitching with every inch. She managed five shaky strokes before she froze, her eyes wide with panic as she felt the bald man’s presence behind her.
“N-no…” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Not there… please, not there!”
The tattooed guy chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. “Oh, don’t be shy,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “You’ll love it. Just relax.”
The bald man didn't wait for her to comply. He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he positioned himself at her other entrance. Her body tensed, her screams of protest muffled by the overwhelming sensation of being breached in both holes simultaneously.
“Fuck… she’s so tight,” the bald man groaned, his voice strained. “You weren’t kidding.”
The waitress whimpered, her body trembling as she was stretched to her limits. The tattooed guy locked her hips in place, his cock buried deep inside her pussy as the bald man pushed into her asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“That’s it,” the tattooed guy encouraged, his voice low and guttural. “Take it, baby. You’re doing so good.”
“Shit… I can’t believe how tight she is,” the bald man muttered, his breath hitching as he bottomed out inside her. “Fuck, this is amazing.”
The waitress let out a strangled gasp, her body trembling as both men began to move in unison. The sensation was overwhelming with pain and pleasure colliding in a dizzying spiral. She clutched at the tattooed guy’s chest, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchor herself against the relentless assault.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the tattooed guy growled, his hips bucking up into hers. “Take every inch of me.” as he squeezes her hips hard.
The bald man groaned as he thrust deeper into her ass, his hands gripping her boobs tightly. “Fuck… she’s clenching so hard,” he muttered. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Neither am I,” the tattooed guy admitted, his voice rough with arousal. “Let’s give her everything we’ve got.”
Their movements quickened, their bodies slamming into hers with a force that seemed to shake the very air around them. The tattooed man, still buried deep inside her pussy, leaned forward, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts with a ferocity that bordered on animalistic. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing her nipple as he moaned into her flesh, the sound muffled but no less intense.
The bald man, driving into her asshole with relentless precision, reached over with his large, calloused hands and grabbed her other breast, squeezing it roughly. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, the contrast between his rough grip and the tender way she’d been handled before was stark.
“Damn, she’s tight,” the bald man growled, his voice strained as he pulled back slightly before thrusting in again. “Feels like I’m fucking a virgin tonight.”
“She might as well be,” the tattooed man chuckled darkly, pulling away from her breast with a wet pop. He looked down at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of lust and cruelty. “Only your boss had you before us, right, sweetheart? Bet he didn’t fuck you like this.”
The waitress gasped, her body trembling as both men moved in sync, their cocks sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic squelch. “P-please…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… too much…” The men ignored her pleas.
The tattooed man smirked, his hand moving from her hip to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Too much?
You’re taking us both like a champ, baby. Look at you.” He glanced down at where their bodies were joined, the sight of his thick cock disappearing into her pussy while the bald man’s plunged into her asshole. “Fuck, look at that. Two cocks stretching you wide open. You’re dripping...can’t get enough of us, can you?”
“Sh-she’s clenching so hard,” the bald man groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He reached down to where he was entering her asshole, spreading her cheeks wider with his fingers as he watched himself slide in and out of her tight hole. “Think she likes it rough.”
The waitress whimpered, her body arching as the bald man hit a spot deep inside her that sent jolts of pleasure through her despite the pain. She tried to speak, but her words came out in a broken sob. “I-I can’t… it’s too… too deep…”
“Too deep?” the tattooed man repeated with a dark laugh. He shifted slightly, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy, the head brushing against her cervix. “That’s the point, sweetheart. We’re gonna make sure you feel this for days.”
The bald man leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re taking us so well, baby. Both holes stretched wide open for us. Bet you never thought you’d be able to handle two cocks at once, huh?”
The waitress shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. “N-no… I… I can’t…”
“But you are,” the tattooed man interrupted, his tone almost proud. He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. “Look at how good you’re doing. Your little pussy’s gripping me so tight like you’re trying to milk my cock dry.”
The bald man let out a low groan, his fingers digging into her breast as he increased his pace. “Her ass is even tighter. Feels like she’s sucking me in.” He pulled back slightly, his cock glistening with her slickness before slamming back in. “Fuck… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
The tattooed man chuckled, his breath hitching as he felt her pussy clench around him. “Same here. She’s got me on edge.” He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. “You’re gonna make us cum, sweetheart. Both of us. Right inside you.”
The waitress’s eyes widened in panic. “N-no… please… don’t...”
“Oh, we will,” the bald man interrupted, his voice harsh but tinged with arousal. “And you’re gonna take it all, every last drop. Both holes filled to the brim.”
The tattooed man leaned back, his hands gripping her thighs as he slammed into her with renewed force. “Yeah, she’s gonna love it,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Feel that? How your pussy’s gripping me like you don’t want me to leave? You’re gonna miss this when we’re done.”
The bald man groaned as he felt her ass tighten around him, his thrusts growing more erratic. “Fuck… she’s clenching again. I can’t...I’m gonna...”
“Me too,” the tattooed man gritted out, his hips stuttering as he felt his orgasm building. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill her up.”
The waitress whimpered, her body trembling as both men reached their peaks simultaneously. She felt their cocks pulse inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy and asshole.
“Take it all,” the tattooed man growled, his voice low and guttural as he emptied himself inside her. “Every fucking drop.”
The bald man leaned forward, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he came deep in her asshole. “Fuck… you feel amazing,” he murmured, his breath hitching as he spilled himself inside her.
Rahim watched from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest as the scene unfolded before him. The waitress lay between the two men, her body trembling with aftershocks as they continued to thrust shallowly, milking the last drops of their release. Her small frame was dwarfed by theirs, her skin glistening with sweat and their cum.
Rahim lay there for a moment, his body aching from the beating he had taken, but his mind reeling from what he had just witnessed. The sound of their voices echoed in his ears, their crude remarks echoing in his mind.
As he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, he noticed the small jar lying on the pavement nearby, its oily contents glistening faintly under the dim light of the streetlamp.He vowed never to use it again even though temptation lingered.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the faint dripping of cum onto the pavement. Then the tattooed guy chuckled darkly, running a hand over the waitress’s trembling back.
“Damn, girl,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re one hell of a fuck.”
The bald man pulled out slowly, admiring the mess they’d made of her. “Yeah,” he agreed, his tone lecherous. “We should come back for seconds.”
They dressed quickly, tossing crude remarks at the waitress as they left her there, broken and spent. Rahim watched in stunned silence, his own cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he came involuntarily, the sight of their depravity imprinting itself on his mind forever.
Rahim waited until they were out of sight before crawling toward her, his movements slow and pained.
“Are you okay?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible.
The waitress didn’t respond. She just lay there, staring blankly at the sky, her body trembling with exhaustion and the lingering effects of their passion.
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