Day One: Waiter Tease Turns Wild
At the villa, the men locked John in the bedroom closet, door cracked for his view. They ordered dinner spicy curries, biryani, sweets and made Riya slip into a thin black robe that hugged her 36-28-37 curves, nipples visible, thali peeking at her neckline. 'Act natural, you filthy cumdump,' Raju whispered, slapping her ass. 'Tease them alone first. Make us proud, and we'll reward your greedy holes later.' Riya nodded, her pussy throbbing with need; the forest had ignited a fire, and she craved more, obeying to feed it.
The two waiters, Ravi and Deepak tall, muscular locals in their mid-20s arrived with trays, eyes widening at Riya's disheveled beauty. She smiled coyly, setting plates on the table. 'Hot day, isn't it?' she said, fanning herself, the robe loosening to flash cleavage. As they unpacked, she 'tripped,' spilling chocolate sauce from a dessert bowl across her chest. The sticky liquid soaked the fabric, outlining her hard nipples. 'Oops... so messy,' she purred, untying the robe slowly, letting it fall open to bare her breasts full, brown globes with dark peaks begging attention.
Ravi and Deepak froze, trays forgotten. Riya stepped closer, cupping her tits. 'Help a girl out? Lick it off.' Trembling with lust, Ravi leaned in first, tongue lapping the chocolate from one nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth, biting lightly. Deepak took the other, swirling his tongue, making her gasp. 'Mmm, good boys... clean every drop.' She arched, hands guiding their heads, her robe slipping lower to her waist, exposing her smooth stomach and the curve of her hips. The waiters grew bold, hands roaming Ravi pinching her free nipple, Deepak sliding a palm down to cup her mound through the remaining fabric.
For the first hour, it was just them. Riya led, pushing Ravi onto the couch, straddling his lap to grind her wet pussy on his bulge while Deepak stood, her hands unzipping him. His 7-inch cock sprang out, veiny and hard; she stroked it slow, thumbing the slit. 'You like my tits?' she asked, smearing chocolate from the bowl onto Ravi's exposed chest after yanking his shirt open, then licking it off, her tongue tracing his muscles. Deepak groaned as she bent to suck his tip, chocolate-dipped she'd coated it lightly from the sauce, the sweet mix making her hum in delight. 'Taste so good... fuck my mouth.'
She dropped to her knees, alternating blowjobs: deep-throating Ravi while jerking Deepak, then switching, her saliva mixing with chocolate, dripping onto her chin. They groped her freely Ravi pulling the robe off completely, fingers probing her ass crack; Deepak fingering her pussy, three digits curling to hit her G-spot. Riya moaned around their cocks, 'Yes, finger-fuck this slutty hole... make it squirt.' He did, pumping fast until she trembled, juices spraying his hand but he stopped just before her peak, pulling out. 'Beg, whore.' 'Please... don't stop... I need to cum on your fingers,' she whined, hips bucking air, eagerness building her submission.
Deepak laid her on the table, spreading her legs wide, burying his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped her folds, clit sucked hard, while Ravi tit-fucked her, sliding his cock between her chocolate-smeared breasts. Riya writhed, 'Eat me out, you dirty bastard... tongue my asshole too.' He obeyed, rimming her tight pucker, making her squirt a small gush onto his chin—again denied full release, fingers pinching her clit to edge her. She cursed, 'Fuck, tease me more... make your bitch desperate.' They flipped her doggy-style over the table, Ravi entering her pussy from behind slow, deep thrusts, his balls slapping her clit while Deepak fed her his cock, chocolate remnants sweet on her tongue.
The hour stretched with positions: her riding Deepak reverse on the floor, ass bouncing as Ravi stood for mouth service; double oral, both cocks in her face, her licking balls and shafts interchangeably. She squirted twice more once from Ravi's fingers in her ass while Deepak rubbed her clit, stopped short each time leaving her panting, 'Fuck me hard now... fill this needy cunt.' Bad words flew: 'You're a cock-hungry slag,' Ravi growled, spanking her. 'Yes, punish your whore,' she replied, obeying every slap, every order to spread wider.
After nearly two hours of their solo play her body glistening with sweat, chocolate streaks, and pre-cum the door creaked. The four men entered, cocks out, grinning. 'Our turn to join, boys. Share the slut.' The waiters, spent but hard again, nodded eagerly. Raju grabbed Riya's thali once, looping the gold chain loosely around his thick 9-inch dick like a cock ring, the precious metal glinting against his skin. 'Suck your marriage off me, you ungrateful bitch.' She crawled to him, mouth engulfing his shaft and chain, tongue polishing both, the tug sending forbidden thrills through her.
Chaos erupted. Rahim took her pussy while Salim claimed her ass double penetration on the rug, her holes stretched wide, squelching. Ramu face-fucked her, balls on her chin; the waiters jerked over her tits. They rotated: Raju in her mouth with the thali adornment, yanking her head by her hair; Deepak and Ravi taking turns in her hands, chocolate-smeared cocks sliding in her palms. Edging continued—thrusts halting as she neared climax, 'No cumming till you say 'I'm your fucktoy forever,' cumrag.' She did, voice hoarse, squirting violently when allowed, soaking the floor.
They dipped cocks in melted chocolate from the kitchen, making her suck the coated lengths clean sweet, salty mix driving her wild. 'Lick every inch, chocolate whore.' Fingers and toys from the drawer vibrator buzzing her clit while fucked, anal beads pulled slow to make her beg. She obeyed all: 'Piss on my tits if you want... just fuck me after.' They didn't, but slapped, spat, called her 'village slut' and 'hubby-stealing bitch.' John watched from the closet, stroking his 5-inch futilely, her orgasms eight now echoing his impotence.
By 2 AM, cum everywhere inside her, on her face, thali chain sticky once more they dismissed the waiters with cash and threats. Riya curled up, spent, whispering to John later, 'They make me feel alive... I have to obey for it.'
At the villa, the men locked John in the bedroom closet, door cracked for his view. They ordered dinner spicy curries, biryani, sweets and made Riya slip into a thin black robe that hugged her 36-28-37 curves, nipples visible, thali peeking at her neckline. 'Act natural, you filthy cumdump,' Raju whispered, slapping her ass. 'Tease them alone first. Make us proud, and we'll reward your greedy holes later.' Riya nodded, her pussy throbbing with need; the forest had ignited a fire, and she craved more, obeying to feed it.
The two waiters, Ravi and Deepak tall, muscular locals in their mid-20s arrived with trays, eyes widening at Riya's disheveled beauty. She smiled coyly, setting plates on the table. 'Hot day, isn't it?' she said, fanning herself, the robe loosening to flash cleavage. As they unpacked, she 'tripped,' spilling chocolate sauce from a dessert bowl across her chest. The sticky liquid soaked the fabric, outlining her hard nipples. 'Oops... so messy,' she purred, untying the robe slowly, letting it fall open to bare her breasts full, brown globes with dark peaks begging attention.
Ravi and Deepak froze, trays forgotten. Riya stepped closer, cupping her tits. 'Help a girl out? Lick it off.' Trembling with lust, Ravi leaned in first, tongue lapping the chocolate from one nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth, biting lightly. Deepak took the other, swirling his tongue, making her gasp. 'Mmm, good boys... clean every drop.' She arched, hands guiding their heads, her robe slipping lower to her waist, exposing her smooth stomach and the curve of her hips. The waiters grew bold, hands roaming Ravi pinching her free nipple, Deepak sliding a palm down to cup her mound through the remaining fabric.
For the first hour, it was just them. Riya led, pushing Ravi onto the couch, straddling his lap to grind her wet pussy on his bulge while Deepak stood, her hands unzipping him. His 7-inch cock sprang out, veiny and hard; she stroked it slow, thumbing the slit. 'You like my tits?' she asked, smearing chocolate from the bowl onto Ravi's exposed chest after yanking his shirt open, then licking it off, her tongue tracing his muscles. Deepak groaned as she bent to suck his tip, chocolate-dipped she'd coated it lightly from the sauce, the sweet mix making her hum in delight. 'Taste so good... fuck my mouth.'
She dropped to her knees, alternating blowjobs: deep-throating Ravi while jerking Deepak, then switching, her saliva mixing with chocolate, dripping onto her chin. They groped her freely Ravi pulling the robe off completely, fingers probing her ass crack; Deepak fingering her pussy, three digits curling to hit her G-spot. Riya moaned around their cocks, 'Yes, finger-fuck this slutty hole... make it squirt.' He did, pumping fast until she trembled, juices spraying his hand but he stopped just before her peak, pulling out. 'Beg, whore.' 'Please... don't stop... I need to cum on your fingers,' she whined, hips bucking air, eagerness building her submission.
Deepak laid her on the table, spreading her legs wide, burying his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped her folds, clit sucked hard, while Ravi tit-fucked her, sliding his cock between her chocolate-smeared breasts. Riya writhed, 'Eat me out, you dirty bastard... tongue my asshole too.' He obeyed, rimming her tight pucker, making her squirt a small gush onto his chin—again denied full release, fingers pinching her clit to edge her. She cursed, 'Fuck, tease me more... make your bitch desperate.' They flipped her doggy-style over the table, Ravi entering her pussy from behind slow, deep thrusts, his balls slapping her clit while Deepak fed her his cock, chocolate remnants sweet on her tongue.
The hour stretched with positions: her riding Deepak reverse on the floor, ass bouncing as Ravi stood for mouth service; double oral, both cocks in her face, her licking balls and shafts interchangeably. She squirted twice more once from Ravi's fingers in her ass while Deepak rubbed her clit, stopped short each time leaving her panting, 'Fuck me hard now... fill this needy cunt.' Bad words flew: 'You're a cock-hungry slag,' Ravi growled, spanking her. 'Yes, punish your whore,' she replied, obeying every slap, every order to spread wider.
After nearly two hours of their solo play her body glistening with sweat, chocolate streaks, and pre-cum the door creaked. The four men entered, cocks out, grinning. 'Our turn to join, boys. Share the slut.' The waiters, spent but hard again, nodded eagerly. Raju grabbed Riya's thali once, looping the gold chain loosely around his thick 9-inch dick like a cock ring, the precious metal glinting against his skin. 'Suck your marriage off me, you ungrateful bitch.' She crawled to him, mouth engulfing his shaft and chain, tongue polishing both, the tug sending forbidden thrills through her.
Chaos erupted. Rahim took her pussy while Salim claimed her ass double penetration on the rug, her holes stretched wide, squelching. Ramu face-fucked her, balls on her chin; the waiters jerked over her tits. They rotated: Raju in her mouth with the thali adornment, yanking her head by her hair; Deepak and Ravi taking turns in her hands, chocolate-smeared cocks sliding in her palms. Edging continued—thrusts halting as she neared climax, 'No cumming till you say 'I'm your fucktoy forever,' cumrag.' She did, voice hoarse, squirting violently when allowed, soaking the floor.
They dipped cocks in melted chocolate from the kitchen, making her suck the coated lengths clean sweet, salty mix driving her wild. 'Lick every inch, chocolate whore.' Fingers and toys from the drawer vibrator buzzing her clit while fucked, anal beads pulled slow to make her beg. She obeyed all: 'Piss on my tits if you want... just fuck me after.' They didn't, but slapped, spat, called her 'village slut' and 'hubby-stealing bitch.' John watched from the closet, stroking his 5-inch futilely, her orgasms eight now echoing his impotence.
By 2 AM, cum everywhere inside her, on her face, thali chain sticky once more they dismissed the waiters with cash and threats. Riya curled up, spent, whispering to John later, 'They make me feel alive... I have to obey for it.'
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