17-01-2026, 11:10 PM
Hi, it's Chaitali here again, your breathless and utterly addicted storyteller, diving even deeper into that fateful night in the Goa villa after our "rest day" of teasing talks and built-up tension. Oh god, if you thought the surprises from the yacht day had me on the edge—blindfolds tightening as cocks filled every hole, the ocean's salt mixing with cum on my skin, the shocking arrival of the full group turning the deck into a writhing mass of bodies—you haven't seen anything yet. That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the villa lights flickered on like stars in a sea of darkness, Bhanu Bhaiya paired us off for the night: me with him in the master suite, where we planned to "relax" but ended up peeking through the window like voyeurs in heat, watching Razzaq's private session with Chhaya and Shilpi unfold in the guest room below. What started as a steamy 3some escalated into something far wilder, more detailed, and twisted than I could have imagined—especially when Sammir, that silent, hulking bodyguard, got Razzaq's permission to join and absolutely ravaged Shilpi like a madman possessed. Let me take you through every sweat-slicked, moan-filled moment, every surprise twist that had Bhanu and me fingering each other in the shadows, cumming just from the sight and sound of it all. I'll spare no nitty-gritty detail—the scents, the sounds, the way bodies slapped and fluids splashed—because reliving this has me dripping all over again.
Bhanu and I had slipped into the master suite early, the room still scented with Subiya's jasmine perfume from the previous night's conquests. We were both naked, my body pressed against his broad chest as we stood by the open window, the sheer curtains billowing in the breeze like ghosts watching over the debauchery. The guest room below was visible through a gap in the foliage—lit by soft lamps that cast golden shadows, the king bed dominating the space with its rumpled silk sheets. Sammir stood in his usual corner, arms crossed over his massive chest, his dark eyes scanning everything like a predator on guard. Razzaq entered first, his thobe discarded for loose silk pants that did little to hide his thick, uncut cock already semi-hard and tenting the fabric. Chhaya and Shilpi followed, both in sheer nighties that clung to their bodies like second skins—Chhaya's slim, fair frame looking innocent yet eager, her perky B-cup breasts with those pink nipples poking through the material, her shaved pussy visible as a shadow between her thighs; Shilpi's curvier form a contrast, her long legs leading up to that killer ass, her D-cup breasts heaving with each breath, dark nipples erect and begging for attention.
"Watch closely, bhabhi," Bhanu whispered in my ear, his hand sliding between my legs to cup my pussy, fingers parting my wet folds but not penetrating—teasing, as always. "Razzaq's going to break them tonight." I nodded, my breath hitching as Razzaq commanded the women to kneel before him. "My desert flowers," he purred in that thick Arabic accent, his voice carrying up to us on the wind. "Tonight, you bloom for me. Strip—slowly, let Sammir see what treasures you are." Chhaya and Shilpi obeyed, their nighties slipping off like whispers. Chhaya's body was lithe and toned, her small breasts firm with nipples like eraser tips, her pussy lips thin and pink, already glistening with arousal; Shilpi's was voluptuous, breasts heavy and swaying, nipples thick and chocolate-brown, her pussy fuller with puffy outer lips hiding a wet, inviting slit, her ass cheeks round and jiggling slightly as she shifted on her knees.
Razzaq shed his pants, his cock springing free—8 inches of veined thickness, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a purple head slick with pre-cum. "Suck me together," he ordered, and they did—Chhaya taking the head into her mouth, her lips stretching around it as she bobbed shallowly, tongue swirling; Shilpi licking the shaft from base to tip, her tongue flat and wet, tracing every vein while her hand cupped his heavy balls, massaging gently. Razzaq groaned, his hands fisting their hair—Chhaya's short locks in one, Shilpi's long waves in the other—guiding them faster. "Ahh, yes... my sluts... deeper, Chhaya. Shilpi, lick my balls." Chhaya gagged as he pushed deeper, tears pricking her eyes, saliva dripping down her chin onto her breasts; Shilpi dipped lower, sucking one ball into her mouth, humming vibrations that made Razzaq's thighs tense. Sammir watched intently, his bulge now massive, straining against his pants, but he didn't move—yet.
Bhanu narrated softly in my ear, his finger circling my clit: "Look how Chhaya's throat bulges... Shilpi's tongue is making his balls tighten. He's close already." I moaned quietly, grinding against his hand, but he pulled back: "Not yet, bhabhi. Save it for the show." Down below, Razzaq pulled out, slapping both women's faces lightly with his wet cock—strings of saliva connecting. Surprise one: he produced silk ropes from under the bed, binding their wrists behind their backs. "No hands... only mouths and holes." He positioned them on the bed—Chhaya on her back, head hanging off the edge for deep-throat access; Shilpi doggy above her in a 69. "Eat each other while I fuck your faces."
Chhaya's tongue dove into Shilpi's pussy first—lapping at the puffy lips, sucking the clit with wet slurps that echoed; Shilpi returned the favor, her tongue circling Chhaya's pink slit, probing deep while her nose buried in the cleft. Razzaq stood at Chhaya's head, shoving his cock down her throat—upside-down, balls on her nose, thrusting slow but deep, her gurgles muffled. "Take it, little one... choke for me." He switched to Shilpi's mouth, her ass up as she ate Chhaya, his cock disappearing between her full lips. "Ahh, Shilpi... your mouth is like velvet." Sammir edged closer, his hand rubbing his bulge, eyes fixed on Shilpi's jiggling ass.
The women came first—Chhaya squirting into Shilpi's mouth from the tongue-fucking, her body arching off the bed; Shilpi grinding down, cumming with a muffled scream around Razzaq's cock, her juices dripping onto Chhaya's face. Razzaq pulled out, stroking: "Good... now, the real fun." Surprise two: he lubed a double-headed dildo—thick, veined, 12 inches long—and made them share it, asses touching as they backed onto each end, pussies swallowing it inch by inch. "Fuck each other... hard." They did—hips rocking, the dildo disappearing between them, clits grinding on the middle ridge. Moans filled the room: "Ahh, Shilpi... deeper!" Chhaya cried; "Yes, push back... feel it stretch!" Shilpi gasped. Razzaq spanked their asses in rhythm—red prints blooming on Chhaya's fair skin, Shilpi's olive cheeks rippling.
Bhanu and I were transfixed—his cock hard against my ass, my pussy dripping down my thighs. "They're like animals," he whispered, his finger finally dipping into me, curling against my G-spot. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, cumming quietly on his hand as I watched the women climax together—the dildo slick with their combined squirt, bodies shaking.
Then, the big escalation: Razzaq nodded to Sammir. "Join us, my friend. Fuck Shilpi like the mad beast you are. She needs it." Sammir's eyes lit up, a rare smile crossing his face. He stripped quickly—his body a wall of muscle, chest hairy and broad, cock emerging like a weapon: 10 inches long, thicker than Razzaq's, veined like ropes, head flared and purple, balls heavy and hanging low. Shilpi's eyes widened in the mirror reflection—fear mixed with lust. "Boss... permission?" Sammir rumbled, voice deep as thunder. Razzaq laughed: "Take her. Break her. Chhaya, watch and learn."
Sammir approached Shilpi like a predator, flipping her onto her back, legs spread wide. Her pussy was red and swollen from the dildo, lips parted and glistening. He knelt, inhaling her scent, then dove in—tongue lashing her clit with rough, animalistic laps, sucking her lips into his mouth, biting gently. "Ahh! Sammir... too intense!" she screamed, but her hips bucked up for more. He rimmed her ass next—tongue burrowing deep, wet and insistent, his big hands spreading her cheeks wide, thumbs pulling her hole open. Shilpi thrashed, cumming from the assault, squirting into his beard. "Yes... eat my ass, you beast!"
He stood, cock in hand, rubbing the head against her slit. "Ready, slut?" he growled, voice mad with lust. She nodded frantically: "Fuck me... destroy me!" He slammed in—one brutal thrust to the hilt, her pussy stretching impossibly around his girth, a bulge visible in her belly. "Oh fuck! Too big... ripping me!" she wailed, tears streaming, but her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Sammir fucked her like a mad person—relentless, savage pounds, hips snapping with force that made the bed creak, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples flying. Slap-slap-slap of skin, wet squelches from her soaked pussy, his balls smacking her ass. "Take it... my cock owns you!" he roared, hands pinning her wrists above her head, leaning down to bite her nipples—hard tugs that made her arch in pain-pleasure.
Chhaya watched, fingering herself; Razzaq stroked, whispering encouragement. Sammir flipped Shilpi doggy—ass up, face down in the pillow—and re-entered her pussy, spanking her cheeks red while thrusting. "Le, bitch... cum on my dick!" She did—body convulsing, squirting down her thighs. But he didn't stop—pulled out, lubed her ass with her own juices, and pushed in slow but firm. "Ahh! My gaand... slow, madman!" she begged, but he growled: "No... take it all." Inch by inch, her ass swallowed him, the ring stretching white-knuckled around his thickness. Once in, he went mad—brutal slams, her ass rippling like waves, cheeks clapping against his hips. "Fuck your ass... tight whore!" he grunted, pulling her hair like reins, riding her hard. Shilpi screamed in ecstasy, cumming again—anal orgasm ripping through her, squirting from her untouched pussy.
Surprise in the madness: Sammir pulled out, shoved into Chhaya's mouth for cleanup—her gagging on the ass-flavored cock while he face-fucked her. Then back to Shilpi, alternating holes—pussy to ass, ass to mouth with Chhaya. Razzaq joined, DP-ing Shilpi—him in pussy, Sammir in ass. "Stretch her... fill her!" Razzaq commanded. Shilpi blacked out from the overload, cumming violently. Sammir finally exploded—pulling out to cum on her face, ropes thick as cream, covering her eyes, lips, hair.
Bhanu and I came watching—his fingers in me, mine on his cock, our whispers turning to moans. That session... pure madness.
Bhanu and I had slipped into the master suite early, the room still scented with Subiya's jasmine perfume from the previous night's conquests. We were both naked, my body pressed against his broad chest as we stood by the open window, the sheer curtains billowing in the breeze like ghosts watching over the debauchery. The guest room below was visible through a gap in the foliage—lit by soft lamps that cast golden shadows, the king bed dominating the space with its rumpled silk sheets. Sammir stood in his usual corner, arms crossed over his massive chest, his dark eyes scanning everything like a predator on guard. Razzaq entered first, his thobe discarded for loose silk pants that did little to hide his thick, uncut cock already semi-hard and tenting the fabric. Chhaya and Shilpi followed, both in sheer nighties that clung to their bodies like second skins—Chhaya's slim, fair frame looking innocent yet eager, her perky B-cup breasts with those pink nipples poking through the material, her shaved pussy visible as a shadow between her thighs; Shilpi's curvier form a contrast, her long legs leading up to that killer ass, her D-cup breasts heaving with each breath, dark nipples erect and begging for attention.
"Watch closely, bhabhi," Bhanu whispered in my ear, his hand sliding between my legs to cup my pussy, fingers parting my wet folds but not penetrating—teasing, as always. "Razzaq's going to break them tonight." I nodded, my breath hitching as Razzaq commanded the women to kneel before him. "My desert flowers," he purred in that thick Arabic accent, his voice carrying up to us on the wind. "Tonight, you bloom for me. Strip—slowly, let Sammir see what treasures you are." Chhaya and Shilpi obeyed, their nighties slipping off like whispers. Chhaya's body was lithe and toned, her small breasts firm with nipples like eraser tips, her pussy lips thin and pink, already glistening with arousal; Shilpi's was voluptuous, breasts heavy and swaying, nipples thick and chocolate-brown, her pussy fuller with puffy outer lips hiding a wet, inviting slit, her ass cheeks round and jiggling slightly as she shifted on her knees.
Razzaq shed his pants, his cock springing free—8 inches of veined thickness, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a purple head slick with pre-cum. "Suck me together," he ordered, and they did—Chhaya taking the head into her mouth, her lips stretching around it as she bobbed shallowly, tongue swirling; Shilpi licking the shaft from base to tip, her tongue flat and wet, tracing every vein while her hand cupped his heavy balls, massaging gently. Razzaq groaned, his hands fisting their hair—Chhaya's short locks in one, Shilpi's long waves in the other—guiding them faster. "Ahh, yes... my sluts... deeper, Chhaya. Shilpi, lick my balls." Chhaya gagged as he pushed deeper, tears pricking her eyes, saliva dripping down her chin onto her breasts; Shilpi dipped lower, sucking one ball into her mouth, humming vibrations that made Razzaq's thighs tense. Sammir watched intently, his bulge now massive, straining against his pants, but he didn't move—yet.
Bhanu narrated softly in my ear, his finger circling my clit: "Look how Chhaya's throat bulges... Shilpi's tongue is making his balls tighten. He's close already." I moaned quietly, grinding against his hand, but he pulled back: "Not yet, bhabhi. Save it for the show." Down below, Razzaq pulled out, slapping both women's faces lightly with his wet cock—strings of saliva connecting. Surprise one: he produced silk ropes from under the bed, binding their wrists behind their backs. "No hands... only mouths and holes." He positioned them on the bed—Chhaya on her back, head hanging off the edge for deep-throat access; Shilpi doggy above her in a 69. "Eat each other while I fuck your faces."
Chhaya's tongue dove into Shilpi's pussy first—lapping at the puffy lips, sucking the clit with wet slurps that echoed; Shilpi returned the favor, her tongue circling Chhaya's pink slit, probing deep while her nose buried in the cleft. Razzaq stood at Chhaya's head, shoving his cock down her throat—upside-down, balls on her nose, thrusting slow but deep, her gurgles muffled. "Take it, little one... choke for me." He switched to Shilpi's mouth, her ass up as she ate Chhaya, his cock disappearing between her full lips. "Ahh, Shilpi... your mouth is like velvet." Sammir edged closer, his hand rubbing his bulge, eyes fixed on Shilpi's jiggling ass.
The women came first—Chhaya squirting into Shilpi's mouth from the tongue-fucking, her body arching off the bed; Shilpi grinding down, cumming with a muffled scream around Razzaq's cock, her juices dripping onto Chhaya's face. Razzaq pulled out, stroking: "Good... now, the real fun." Surprise two: he lubed a double-headed dildo—thick, veined, 12 inches long—and made them share it, asses touching as they backed onto each end, pussies swallowing it inch by inch. "Fuck each other... hard." They did—hips rocking, the dildo disappearing between them, clits grinding on the middle ridge. Moans filled the room: "Ahh, Shilpi... deeper!" Chhaya cried; "Yes, push back... feel it stretch!" Shilpi gasped. Razzaq spanked their asses in rhythm—red prints blooming on Chhaya's fair skin, Shilpi's olive cheeks rippling.
Bhanu and I were transfixed—his cock hard against my ass, my pussy dripping down my thighs. "They're like animals," he whispered, his finger finally dipping into me, curling against my G-spot. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, cumming quietly on his hand as I watched the women climax together—the dildo slick with their combined squirt, bodies shaking.
Then, the big escalation: Razzaq nodded to Sammir. "Join us, my friend. Fuck Shilpi like the mad beast you are. She needs it." Sammir's eyes lit up, a rare smile crossing his face. He stripped quickly—his body a wall of muscle, chest hairy and broad, cock emerging like a weapon: 10 inches long, thicker than Razzaq's, veined like ropes, head flared and purple, balls heavy and hanging low. Shilpi's eyes widened in the mirror reflection—fear mixed with lust. "Boss... permission?" Sammir rumbled, voice deep as thunder. Razzaq laughed: "Take her. Break her. Chhaya, watch and learn."
Sammir approached Shilpi like a predator, flipping her onto her back, legs spread wide. Her pussy was red and swollen from the dildo, lips parted and glistening. He knelt, inhaling her scent, then dove in—tongue lashing her clit with rough, animalistic laps, sucking her lips into his mouth, biting gently. "Ahh! Sammir... too intense!" she screamed, but her hips bucked up for more. He rimmed her ass next—tongue burrowing deep, wet and insistent, his big hands spreading her cheeks wide, thumbs pulling her hole open. Shilpi thrashed, cumming from the assault, squirting into his beard. "Yes... eat my ass, you beast!"
He stood, cock in hand, rubbing the head against her slit. "Ready, slut?" he growled, voice mad with lust. She nodded frantically: "Fuck me... destroy me!" He slammed in—one brutal thrust to the hilt, her pussy stretching impossibly around his girth, a bulge visible in her belly. "Oh fuck! Too big... ripping me!" she wailed, tears streaming, but her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Sammir fucked her like a mad person—relentless, savage pounds, hips snapping with force that made the bed creak, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples flying. Slap-slap-slap of skin, wet squelches from her soaked pussy, his balls smacking her ass. "Take it... my cock owns you!" he roared, hands pinning her wrists above her head, leaning down to bite her nipples—hard tugs that made her arch in pain-pleasure.
Chhaya watched, fingering herself; Razzaq stroked, whispering encouragement. Sammir flipped Shilpi doggy—ass up, face down in the pillow—and re-entered her pussy, spanking her cheeks red while thrusting. "Le, bitch... cum on my dick!" She did—body convulsing, squirting down her thighs. But he didn't stop—pulled out, lubed her ass with her own juices, and pushed in slow but firm. "Ahh! My gaand... slow, madman!" she begged, but he growled: "No... take it all." Inch by inch, her ass swallowed him, the ring stretching white-knuckled around his thickness. Once in, he went mad—brutal slams, her ass rippling like waves, cheeks clapping against his hips. "Fuck your ass... tight whore!" he grunted, pulling her hair like reins, riding her hard. Shilpi screamed in ecstasy, cumming again—anal orgasm ripping through her, squirting from her untouched pussy.
Surprise in the madness: Sammir pulled out, shoved into Chhaya's mouth for cleanup—her gagging on the ass-flavored cock while he face-fucked her. Then back to Shilpi, alternating holes—pussy to ass, ass to mouth with Chhaya. Razzaq joined, DP-ing Shilpi—him in pussy, Sammir in ass. "Stretch her... fill her!" Razzaq commanded. Shilpi blacked out from the overload, cumming violently. Sammir finally exploded—pulling out to cum on her face, ropes thick as cream, covering her eyes, lips, hair.
Bhanu and I came watching—his fingers in me, mine on his cock, our whispers turning to moans. That session... pure madness.
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