Misc. Erotica Couple swapping sexperience of Chaitali by Anonymous

[Aslaan pala]

Hi, it's Chaitali here again, your completely wrecked, still-dripping storyteller who can barely think straight after what Dubai did to me. The trip didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them, layer by filthy layer, until every day felt like a new descent into pure, raw, hardcore fucking. No slow build-ups, no tender moments, no pregnancies or emotional baggage—just relentless, sweat-soaked, hole-stretching, scream-inducing sex that left me limping, covered in cum, and begging for the next round. I'll take you through it day by day from Day 4 onward, every thrust, every slap, every gush, every brutal surprise, with Madhavi Desai joining Razzaq and me for nights of worship-turned-destruction, while Manish drowned in Subiya's body back at the mansion. This is pure erotic carnage—hard, nasty, and so intense you'll feel it in your core.
Day 4 – The Mirror Room Sling: Full Exposure & Machine Destruction
I woke up sore but starving. My pussy was still puffy, lips dark and swollen from the previous nights, my ass tender and slightly open, a constant reminder of Razzaq's thick cock owning it. The penthouse bedroom smelled like sex—musk, lube, sweat, and Razzaq's cologne. Mirrors everywhere reflected my wrecked state: bite marks on my inner thighs, handprints on my ass cheeks, dried cum flaking on my stomach.
Razzaq walked in naked, cock already half-hard and heavy. Sammir followed, silent as always, his monster dick swinging between his thighs.
"No talking today," Razzaq said. "Only holes."
They dragged me to the mirror room. The black leather sling waited—chains bolted to the ceiling, cuffs gleaming. They lifted me in, wrists and ankles locked wide. Legs spread obscenely, pussy and ass on full display in every direction. The mirrors showed me from every angle: clit swollen and red, lips parted, asshole still slightly gaped, breasts heaving.
Razzaq hit the remote. The sling started rotating—slow at first, then faster. Dizziness hit. Every spin showed me a new view of my own slutty body. The humiliation alone made me drip.
They attached electro-pads: two on my inner thighs, one directly over my clit hood, two around my asshole, one on each nipple. The first pulse was low—tingles that made my clit jump. Then higher. Sharp jolts shot through my nerves. My pussy clenched hard. I moaned like an animal.
Sammir stepped up. His cock was fully hard now—10 inches of thick, veined meat. He rubbed the head across my lips, smearing pre-cum. Then he shoved in. My jaw stretched painfully. He face-fucked me deep—balls slapping my chin, throat bulging. Every thrust timed with an electro pulse. My body jerked like I was being electrocuted while being throat-fucked.
Razzaq positioned the fucking machine between my legs. The dildo was massive—ribbed, 9 inches long, thicker than my wrist. He lubed it with thick warming gel. Heat spread instantly as the head pressed against my entrance.
He turned it on.
Slow at first—inch by inch sliding in, stretching my pussy walls to burning. Then faster. Then deeper. The piston slammed relentlessly. Every thrust made my tits bounce, chains rattle, mirrors blur.
Electro on high. Violet wand crackling across my skin—tiny blue shocks on my clit, nipples, asshole. Pain and pleasure collided.
I came so hard I squirted in violent arcs—spraying the machine, the floor, the mirrors. Sammir pulled out and came on my face—thick ropes hitting my eyes, nose, mouth. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my neck onto my tits.
They didn't stop.
Razzaq took Sammir's place—fucking my mouth while the machine destroyed my pussy. He pulled out, switched the dildo to an even thicker one, then re-entered my ass while the machine kept pounding my cunt.
Double stuffed. Electro buzzing. Violet wand on my clit.
I came again. And again. And again.
Squirting nonstop. Body convulsing. Voice hoarse from screaming.
When they finally released me hours later, I collapsed on the floor in a puddle of my own fluids. Cum leaked from every hole. My legs wouldn't close.
Razzaq kissed my forehead. "Good girl. Day one of four."
Day 5 – Rooftop Harem Orgy: Rain, Lightning & Total Exposure
Morning was brutal. My holes ached with every step. Razzaq carried me to the rooftop terrace—78 floors up, glass railings, Dubai sprawling below like a glittering sex playground.
Subiya was already there with Elena (blonde, model-thin, perky B-cups, endless legs) and Zara (dark-skinned, E-cup breasts, ass that could stop traffic). Madhavi Desai arrived by helicopter—saree billowing, no blouse, nipples dark and visible through wet silk.
"Today you perform for the city," Razzaq said.
We stripped. Wind hit naked skin. Nipples hardened instantly. Pussies dripped from the exposure.
Game: circle of pleasure. I started on Subiya—tongue deep in her pussy, sucking her clit while fingers curled inside her G-spot. She came fast—squirting on my face.
Subiya ate Elena—rimming her tight asshole, tongue probing while fingers fucked her pussy.
Elena ate Zara—sucking those huge tits, then diving between her legs, tongue lapping her thick lips.
Zara ate Madhavi—slow, reverent, worshipping the actress's famous cunt. Madhavi came with a scream, squirting down Zara's chin.
Madhavi ate me.
Her tongue was legendary—years of dance control translated to perfect clit work. She rimmed me first—slow circles, then deep probes. Then sucked my clit like she was pulling my soul out. I came so hard I squirted across her face, down her neck, onto her breasts.
Storm clouds gathered. Rain started—cold drops on hot skin.
We didn't stop.
Razzaq and Sammir joined—cocks out, jerking while we continued the circle.
Rain turned to downpour. Lightning flashed—illuminating our naked bodies like strobe lights.
We fucked in the rain.
Razzaq took Madhavi against the glass—her breasts flattened, nipples scbanging cold surface, city lights blurring through water. He fucked her pussy hard, then pulled out and slammed into her ass—brutal, no mercy. She screamed, cumming instantly.
Sammir took me doggy—his beast cock in my ass, rain mixing with lube, pounding as thunder drowned my screams.
Subiya, Elena, Zara formed a chain—tongues in holes, fingers everywhere.
Lightning struck close. Thunder shook the building. Wind howled.
We came in the storm—bodies slick, rain washing cum away only for more to replace it.
Razzaq ordered a train: me on my knees, mouth open. Five cocks—Razzaq, Sammir, two "security" men he called in, and a mystery guest (his brother). They face-fucked me in rotation—deep, gagging, tears mixing with rain. Cum rained on my face, tits, hair.
Final twist: the glass wasn't one-way. A rival bidder from the auction had a telescope trained on us from a nearby tower. He was watching live. Razzaq knew. "Let him see what a perfect whore you are."
I came again—from the exposure alone.
Day 6 – Yacht Storm Gangbang: Waves, Lightning & Total Surrender
Morning recovery was short. Razzaq announced: "Today we take the yacht. Into the storm."
We boarded—me, Razzaq, Sammir, Subiya, Elena, Zara, Madhavi.
Clothes came off immediately. Bodies naked, wind whipping skin.
Storm hit fast—rain lashed the deck, waves rocked the boat.
We fucked through it.
Razzaq DP'd Madhavi on the lounge—pussy and ass, waves slamming us together.
Sammir took me against the railing—cock in my ass, one hand around my throat, other pinching my clit. Lightning flashed—illuminating my face contorted in ecstasy.
Subiya, Elena, Zara formed a triangle—69 chain, tongues in pussies and asses.
Twist: Razzaq called in "reinforcements"—three of his security men. The yacht became a floating gangbang.
Seven cocks. Five women.
We were passed around like toys.
I was lifted—two cocks in my pussy at once (Razzaq and one guard), Sammir in my ass, third guard in my mouth.
Triple stuffed.
I came so hard I squirted in the rain.
Madhavi was center—five cocks around her, jerking, cumming on her face, tits, stomach. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her body.
Lightning struck close—thunder shook the hull.
We screamed through orgasms.
Final twist: the yacht "drifted" into international waters—Razzaq's men "kidnapped" us for the day. No rules. No limits.
We fucked until sunset—bodies bruised, holes gaping, cum everywhere.
Day 7 – The Final Reclamation & The Shattering Twist
Morning calm. Bodies wrecked.
Back to penthouse for "farewell."
Razzaq announced an auction—me as prize.
Bidders: Sammir, Razzaq's brother, a mystery man.
Twist: mystery man was Manish—flown in secretly.
He "won" me.
Reclaimed me in front of everyone—fucked me hard on the auction block, cock deep in my pussy, then ass, making me scream his name.
Then the ultimate twist: Madhavi confessed she's been in love with me since the first night—her "gift" to Manish was a cover to get close to me.
She joined us—tongue in my pussy while Manish fucked my ass, Razzaq in my mouth, Sammir jerking on my tits.
Final scene: all of us in one massive pile—bodies tangled, holes filled, cum flying.
We left Dubai changed—bodies marked, minds twisted, craving more