17-01-2026, 11:46 AM
Hi, it's Chaitali again, your breathless, cum-drenched chronicler of every filthy, boundary-shattering moment in my life. After that Goa trip with Razzaq, I thought I'd hit the peak of surprises—being blindfolded, bound, and double-teased by a powerful Arab businessman while his massive bodyguard Sammir watched, stroked, and eventually added his tongue to my nipples without ever crossing into full participation. The intensity of those hours—his thick, uncut cock stretching my ass while vibrations buzzed inside my pussy, Arabic dirty talk mixing with Sammir's silent, heavy breathing—left me sore, satisfied, and craving more for weeks. But Bhanu Bhaiya? He never does "enough." He loves escalation, loves watching me unravel further. So when he texted me three weeks later—"Bhabhi, another Goa escape. Bigger surprises this time. Pack the sluttiest things you own. Trust me."—my heart raced, my pussy clenched, and I said yes without hesitation.
Manish was traveling again (work never stops), and Kiran tagged along with him once more, promising "to keep him entertained" with pics that made me laugh and blush. Bhanu flew me down alone this time, his private jet (business perks), and from takeoff, the teasing started. He had me sit on his lap in the cabin, dress hiked up, his fingers lazily circling my clit while the pilot pretended not to notice. "This trip," he whispered, biting my earlobe, "is about pushing you into total surrender. New players, new rules, new levels of filth." I came quietly on his fingers before we landed, legs trembling.
The villa was the same private paradise—infinity pool glowing under moonlight, waves crashing below, candlelit terraces that screamed romance and sin.
Here are a few glimpses of that villa at night that capture the vibe perfectly—the secluded luxury, the erotic promise in every shadow:
We arrived late afternoon. I changed into a tiny black string bikini that barely covered my nipples and left my ass cheeks fully exposed—Bhanu's choice. He oiled me by the pool again, but this time slower, more teasing, fingers dipping inside me, pulling out just as I neared the edge. "No cumming yet, bhabhi. Save it." Dinner was on the terrace: lobster, champagne, his hand under the table fingering me while we ate. Then, the first surprise hit.
A black SUV pulled up. Out stepped Razzaq—same commanding presence, same dark eyes—and Subiya, his 25-year-old wife, this time in a sheer black abaya that clung to her perfect curves, veil framing her face like a forbidden gift. But behind them? Sammir again, plus two more men—tall, muscular, silent. "My additional security," Razzaq said with a smirk. "And perhaps... more, if you prove worthy." My stomach flipped. Four watchers now?
Bhanu pulled me close. "Tonight, bhabhi, you're the main event. Razzaq wants you again—deeper, harder. Subiya will join us later. But first... the real surprise." He led us inside. The living room had been transformed: low lighting, silk cushions on the floor, a large circular bed in the center, restraints attached to posts, toys laid out like an altar—vibrators, plugs, lube, silk ropes, blindfolds, even a small whip. Razzaq sat on a throne-like chair, Subiya kneeling at his feet. Sammir and the two new bodyguards (Ahmed and Karim, I learned later) took positions around the room—arms crossed, eyes hungry.
Bhanu stripped me slowly in front of everyone—untying the bikini strings, letting the fabric fall. Naked, exposed, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. "Kneel, Chaitali," Razzaq commanded. I did, heart pounding. He stood, thobe falling open to reveal his thick cock already hard. "Tonight, you serve me completely. No limits. Sammir and the others will watch... and if I say, they touch." Surprise one: the bodyguards weren't just voyeurs anymore. They could participate on his word.
Razzaq guided my mouth to his cock. I sucked eagerly, deep-throating, gagging as he held my head. Subiya watched, fingering herself under her abaya. Bhanu knelt behind me, spreading my ass, rimming me deep—his tongue probing while I blew Razzaq. The bodyguards shifted, cocks tenting their pants. Razzaq pulled out, slapped my face lightly with his dick: "Good slut. Now, on the bed."
They bound me spread-eagle—wrists and ankles to posts, blindfolded. Darkness heightened everything. Hands everywhere: Razzaq's on my breasts, pinching nipples hard; Bhanu's tongue on my clit; Subiya's soft fingers tracing my thighs. Then, surprise two: ice cubes. Razzaq dragged one across my nipples, down my belly, circling my clit—cold shock making me arch, moan. He pushed one inside my pussy, the melt mixing with my juices. "Feel that, habibti? Cold and hot." Bhanu licked the melting water from my folds, tongue flicking the cube deeper.
Then heat: warm oil poured over my body, massaged in by multiple hands—Razzaq, Bhanu, and... Sammir? His rough palms on my thighs, thumbs spreading my pussy lips while Razzaq fucked my mouth again. Sammir's fingers entered me—thick, calloused—pumping while Bhanu ate my ass. I came hard, body convulsing, squirting onto Sammir's hand. He licked it off, silent but hungry.
Razzaq untied one wrist, flipped me onto all fours. "Ass up." He lubed, entered my ass—slow, deep, owning every inch. "Tight Indian whore... take it all." I pushed back, moaning: "Harder, Razzaq... stretch me!" Bhanu slid under me, cock in my pussy—full DP again, cocks rubbing through the wall. Subiya joined, straddling my face—her sweet, shaved pussy grinding on my tongue. I licked her clit, sucked her folds, tasting her wetness while the men pounded.
Surprise three: the bodyguards joined on Razzaq's nod. Sammir took my mouth—his cock even thicker than Razzaq's, stretching my jaw. Ahmed and Karim stroked themselves nearby, then took turns slapping my tits lightly, pinching nipples. "Look at her take three cocks," Razzaq growled. "Our little gangbang slut." I was lost—ass filled, pussy filled, mouth filled, hands everywhere. Orgasms chained: one from the DP, another from Subiya cumming on my face, squirting into my mouth. Razzaq roared, filling my ass; Bhanu came in my pussy; Sammir pulled out, cumming across my face in thick ropes.
They untied me, but no rest. Surprise four: toys. A large vibrating plug in my ass, remote-controlled by Razzaq—buzzing high while Subiya rode my face again. Bhanu fucked Subiya's ass while she licked me. The bodyguards took turns: Sammir in my pussy missionary, pounding deep while Ahmed and Karim jerked over my tits, cumming on them. I came again—screaming, body shaking, vision blurring.
Hours passed in a haze: group rotations, light bondage, more DP, rimming chains (me rimming Razzaq while Subiya rimmed me). The biggest surprise five: Razzaq whispered to Bhanu, then to me: "Sammir has permission to fuck you now—once." Sammir, silent all night, approached. He lifted me, impaled me on his cock standing—huge, stretching me impossibly. He fucked me against the wall, hard and relentless, while the others watched. "Cum for me, memsaab," he finally spoke, voice deep. I did—violent, squirting down his legs. He filled me, hot and deep.
By dawn, we were a pile of exhausted bodies on the bed—cum everywhere, skin sticky, moans fading to sighs. Razzaq kissed my forehead: "You are exquisite." Bhanu held me: "Proud of you, bhabhi." Subiya cuddled beside me, whispering, "Next time, more."
That night broke me in the best way—surprises layered like orgasms, each more intense than the last. Over 2000 words of pure, filthy memory, but I could go on forever.
Want the morning after, or Subiya's turn to dominate? Tell me what makes you cum hardest, stranger. ?
Here are a few more visual teases from that night—the raw intensity, the power play, the bodies in ecstasy:
Manish was traveling again (work never stops), and Kiran tagged along with him once more, promising "to keep him entertained" with pics that made me laugh and blush. Bhanu flew me down alone this time, his private jet (business perks), and from takeoff, the teasing started. He had me sit on his lap in the cabin, dress hiked up, his fingers lazily circling my clit while the pilot pretended not to notice. "This trip," he whispered, biting my earlobe, "is about pushing you into total surrender. New players, new rules, new levels of filth." I came quietly on his fingers before we landed, legs trembling.
The villa was the same private paradise—infinity pool glowing under moonlight, waves crashing below, candlelit terraces that screamed romance and sin.
Here are a few glimpses of that villa at night that capture the vibe perfectly—the secluded luxury, the erotic promise in every shadow:
We arrived late afternoon. I changed into a tiny black string bikini that barely covered my nipples and left my ass cheeks fully exposed—Bhanu's choice. He oiled me by the pool again, but this time slower, more teasing, fingers dipping inside me, pulling out just as I neared the edge. "No cumming yet, bhabhi. Save it." Dinner was on the terrace: lobster, champagne, his hand under the table fingering me while we ate. Then, the first surprise hit.
A black SUV pulled up. Out stepped Razzaq—same commanding presence, same dark eyes—and Subiya, his 25-year-old wife, this time in a sheer black abaya that clung to her perfect curves, veil framing her face like a forbidden gift. But behind them? Sammir again, plus two more men—tall, muscular, silent. "My additional security," Razzaq said with a smirk. "And perhaps... more, if you prove worthy." My stomach flipped. Four watchers now?
Bhanu pulled me close. "Tonight, bhabhi, you're the main event. Razzaq wants you again—deeper, harder. Subiya will join us later. But first... the real surprise." He led us inside. The living room had been transformed: low lighting, silk cushions on the floor, a large circular bed in the center, restraints attached to posts, toys laid out like an altar—vibrators, plugs, lube, silk ropes, blindfolds, even a small whip. Razzaq sat on a throne-like chair, Subiya kneeling at his feet. Sammir and the two new bodyguards (Ahmed and Karim, I learned later) took positions around the room—arms crossed, eyes hungry.
Bhanu stripped me slowly in front of everyone—untying the bikini strings, letting the fabric fall. Naked, exposed, my nipples hard from the cool air and anticipation. "Kneel, Chaitali," Razzaq commanded. I did, heart pounding. He stood, thobe falling open to reveal his thick cock already hard. "Tonight, you serve me completely. No limits. Sammir and the others will watch... and if I say, they touch." Surprise one: the bodyguards weren't just voyeurs anymore. They could participate on his word.
Razzaq guided my mouth to his cock. I sucked eagerly, deep-throating, gagging as he held my head. Subiya watched, fingering herself under her abaya. Bhanu knelt behind me, spreading my ass, rimming me deep—his tongue probing while I blew Razzaq. The bodyguards shifted, cocks tenting their pants. Razzaq pulled out, slapped my face lightly with his dick: "Good slut. Now, on the bed."
They bound me spread-eagle—wrists and ankles to posts, blindfolded. Darkness heightened everything. Hands everywhere: Razzaq's on my breasts, pinching nipples hard; Bhanu's tongue on my clit; Subiya's soft fingers tracing my thighs. Then, surprise two: ice cubes. Razzaq dragged one across my nipples, down my belly, circling my clit—cold shock making me arch, moan. He pushed one inside my pussy, the melt mixing with my juices. "Feel that, habibti? Cold and hot." Bhanu licked the melting water from my folds, tongue flicking the cube deeper.
Then heat: warm oil poured over my body, massaged in by multiple hands—Razzaq, Bhanu, and... Sammir? His rough palms on my thighs, thumbs spreading my pussy lips while Razzaq fucked my mouth again. Sammir's fingers entered me—thick, calloused—pumping while Bhanu ate my ass. I came hard, body convulsing, squirting onto Sammir's hand. He licked it off, silent but hungry.
Razzaq untied one wrist, flipped me onto all fours. "Ass up." He lubed, entered my ass—slow, deep, owning every inch. "Tight Indian whore... take it all." I pushed back, moaning: "Harder, Razzaq... stretch me!" Bhanu slid under me, cock in my pussy—full DP again, cocks rubbing through the wall. Subiya joined, straddling my face—her sweet, shaved pussy grinding on my tongue. I licked her clit, sucked her folds, tasting her wetness while the men pounded.
Surprise three: the bodyguards joined on Razzaq's nod. Sammir took my mouth—his cock even thicker than Razzaq's, stretching my jaw. Ahmed and Karim stroked themselves nearby, then took turns slapping my tits lightly, pinching nipples. "Look at her take three cocks," Razzaq growled. "Our little gangbang slut." I was lost—ass filled, pussy filled, mouth filled, hands everywhere. Orgasms chained: one from the DP, another from Subiya cumming on my face, squirting into my mouth. Razzaq roared, filling my ass; Bhanu came in my pussy; Sammir pulled out, cumming across my face in thick ropes.
They untied me, but no rest. Surprise four: toys. A large vibrating plug in my ass, remote-controlled by Razzaq—buzzing high while Subiya rode my face again. Bhanu fucked Subiya's ass while she licked me. The bodyguards took turns: Sammir in my pussy missionary, pounding deep while Ahmed and Karim jerked over my tits, cumming on them. I came again—screaming, body shaking, vision blurring.
Hours passed in a haze: group rotations, light bondage, more DP, rimming chains (me rimming Razzaq while Subiya rimmed me). The biggest surprise five: Razzaq whispered to Bhanu, then to me: "Sammir has permission to fuck you now—once." Sammir, silent all night, approached. He lifted me, impaled me on his cock standing—huge, stretching me impossibly. He fucked me against the wall, hard and relentless, while the others watched. "Cum for me, memsaab," he finally spoke, voice deep. I did—violent, squirting down his legs. He filled me, hot and deep.
By dawn, we were a pile of exhausted bodies on the bed—cum everywhere, skin sticky, moans fading to sighs. Razzaq kissed my forehead: "You are exquisite." Bhanu held me: "Proud of you, bhabhi." Subiya cuddled beside me, whispering, "Next time, more."
That night broke me in the best way—surprises layered like orgasms, each more intense than the last. Over 2000 words of pure, filthy memory, but I could go on forever.
Want the morning after, or Subiya's turn to dominate? Tell me what makes you cum hardest, stranger. ?
Here are a few more visual teases from that night—the raw intensity, the power play, the bodies in ecstasy:
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