19-01-2026, 07:52 PM
Gopi finished peeing. He shook his cock once, tucked it back into his pants, and turned around. Anand grabbed my waist from behind, pulled me close against him. His cock hardened inside his track pants. He rubbed it slow and firm all over my ass cheeks over the white saree. The thick length pressed deep between my ass cheeks, sliding up and down. I felt it hot and hard against my asshole through the layers.
Anand spoke loud to Gopi. "Look, Gopi. This is Sudha. High class whore from Chennai. I paid her for a threesome. You, me, and her. Inside our sleeper berth in the bus. Full night. Anything you want."
Gopi stared at me wide eyed. He could not believe it. A pleasant surprise spread across his ugly face. "Anand, you joking? This woman? She looks like a decent wife. Not a whore."
Anand laughed low. "No joke, Gopi. She is expensive. But worth it."
To prove it, Anand inserted both hands underneath my white saree pallu. He grabbed my boobs over my purple blouse. He began squeezing them hard. His fingers dug into my full boobs, palms crushing the soft flesh, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the blouse. My nipples grew erect and hard instant, poking sharp over the blouse. I felt totally embarrassed. The tea stall guy stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian. His stop was almost dark, only a weak bulb glowing above him. He watched us openly, eyes fixed on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Shame burned hot in my face. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. At the same time I told myself I was doing this for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. My body began to react to Anand’s hands. My pussy lips grew wetter inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed slow. My heart screamed that what I was doing was wrong. A loyal Tamil wife. A mother. A daughter of soldier. But my mind kept repeating the truth. I was doing all this to save lives. To stop the virus. To protect India. The mission mattered more than shame.
Anand squeezed my boobs harder, voice low in my ear. "See, Gopi? She is ready. High class. Tight. Wet. You will enjoy."
Gopi stepped closer, eyes hungry on my boobs in Anand’s hands. "Okay. Let me taste her first."
He came forward fast. Before I could react, Gopi grabbed my face with both hands and kissed my lips hard. His mouth crushed mine, tongue pushing inside, tasting my tongue, my teeth, the inside of my cheeks. The kiss was rough, wet, possessive. My boobs stayed crushed in Anand’s hands while Gopi kissed me deep. My pussy flooded with fresh wetness inside my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed. Shame and duty fought inside me, but the patriotic fire kept me standing there, letting it happen.
Behind the counter the tea stall guy watched everything. His lungi began tenting at the front. His hand slipped under the lungi. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off slow, stroking his cock up and down while staring at Gopi kissing my lips and Anand squeezing my boobs. The weak bulb cast shadows over his moving hand.
Anand whispered in my ear while Gopi kept kissing me. "Good, madam. Let him taste. You are doing this for India."
I stood trapped between them, lips being kissed, boobs being squeezed, pussy growing juicier, mind repeating: for the country, for the country, for the country. The tea stall guy jerked faster, eyes never leaving us. The night stayed dark around the stall, the bus waiting, and my body betraying me more with every second.
Gopi kissed my lips hard. His mouth tasted filthy, bitter from cheap beedi smoke, sour from old gutka, salty sweat, and stale onion breath mixed with paan spit. The stink filled my nose, made me want to pull away, but his tongue shoved deep inside my mouth, thick and slimy, rubbing my tongue, my gums, the roof of my mouth. The kiss was unkissable, wet, sloppy, drool leaking from the corner of my lips. I hated it. My body tensed, pussy lips clenching tight inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand whispered hot into my ear while squeezing my boobs over the purple blouse. "Kiss him back, madam. Passionately. It is the order. For the mission."
I obeyed. I began kissing Gopi’s lips back passionately, ignoring the stink. My tongue moved against his, swirling slow, sucking his filthy tongue into my mouth. My pussy grew wetter instant, pussy lips sliding slick inside my maroon colour panties, clit throbbing hard. I hated it. My heart screamed this was wrong, a loyal wife betraying her husband, her mangalsutra. But my mind repeated: for the country, for crores of lives, for my dad, for my husband. I was saving India. The mission demanded this.
Watching me and Gopi kissing, the tea stall guy got too excited. He stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian, the almost dark stop hiding his movements. His hand slipped under his lungi. He grabbed his cock, thick and veiny, and began jerking off fast. He stroked his cock up and down, head of cock shiny with pre-cum, balls swinging heavy. His eyes locked on Gopi’s mouth on my lips, on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Gopi squeezed my ass cheeks over my white saree. His rough hands grabbed both ass cheeks hard, fingers digging deep into the full round flesh, spreading them apart slightly over the saree, palms rubbing slow circles, thumbs pressing toward my asshole through the layers. The squeeze made my pussy flood more wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed with each hard grip.
The tea stall guy could not hold it anymore. His hand jerked faster, stroking his cock rough and quick. His balls tightened. He moaned low. His cock jerked hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out from his cock, splashing all over the floor behind the counter, white and sticky in the dim light.
As the bus honked loud again, Anand pulled back slightly, voice rough. "Let us take the whore inside and fuck her, Gopi."
He grabbed my waist, turned me toward the bus steps. Gopi released my ass cheeks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and followed. I walked between them, pussy dripping wet inside my maroon colour panties, boobs still tingling from the squeezes, lips swollen and tasting of Gopi’s filth. Shame burned deep, but I told myself again and again: for the country. For the mission. For India. The bus waited, dark and ready.
We climbed the bus steps together. Anand went first. I followed behind him. Gopi followed close after me, his breath heavy on my neck. We reached their double berth. Gopi climbed up to the upper berth first. All of a sudden Gopi reached down, grabbed my waist over my white saree, carried me up, and placed me next to Anand on the mattress. Gopi then got up and slept next to me on my left side. He pulled the curtain closed from inside, sealing us in the narrow dark space.
Anand picked up the empty water bottle from earlier and placed it on the small water bottle holder attached to the berth wall. The bus started moving again, engine rumbling low under us.
Anand turned me around toward my right to face him. He took me into his complete embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck. His arms locked tight around my waist over my white saree. He whispered into my ear. "Madam, our mission is to collect Gopi’s semen in that bottle. Stay calm. Follow my lead."
I nodded slow, heart pounding. "Yes, sir."
Anand whispered again. "Let us start tempting him now."
He began kissing me all over my face and neck. His lips moved wet and slow across my cheeks, my forehead, down my neck. His tongue licked the side of my neck, tasting my sweat. He sucked gently on the skin below my ear. My pussy throbbed inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew wetter. My clit pulsed hard. For a moment I felt like I was cheating. Guilt stabbed deep in my chest. My husband’s face flashed in my mind. My mangalsutra swung heavy between my boobs. I whispered to Anand’s ear, voice trembling. "Sir, shall I stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle?"
Anand got angry instant. His grip tightened on my waist. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. Just obey my commands. I am in charge of this mission. You do only what I say."
I nodded quick, shame flooding me. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
He continued kissing me all over my neck. His lips sucked harder now, tongue tracing wet lines down to my collarbone. My boobs pressed against his chest over my purple blouse. My nipples stood erect and hard over the blouse. My pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties. I hated it. Hated the betrayal. Hated my body reacting to a stranger’s mouth. But I told myself again and again: I was doing this for my country. To save crores of lives. To stop the biowar. To make my dad proud. To make my husband proud in secret. The mission was bigger than my marriage. Bigger than my shame. I closed my eyes, let Anand kiss my neck deeper, and whispered silent prayers to Bharat Mata for strength. Gopi lay close on my left, watching, waiting, his breath quickening in the dark berth. The bus rolled on into the night.
Inside the closed curtain of the upper berth, Gopi grabbed the end of my white saree pallu. He began tugging it slow, unwrapping the saree from my shoulder. I looked at Anand, eyes wide with fear, pleading silent for him to stop. But Anand joined Gopi. He grabbed the other side of my saree, pulled it down my arms, helped Gopi drag the saree off my body. The white saree slid down my hips, past my thighs, pooled at my feet. They both worked together, unwrapping me completely until I stood only in my white bra and purple blouse, deep navel fully visible above my white petticoat, mangalsutra hanging heavy between my boobs.
"Sir, I can stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle," I whispered softly to Anand, voice shaking.
Anand got angry instant. He slapped me hard on my face. The sharp sound echoed in the small berth. My cheek burned red. Tears rolled down my cheeks out of pain and shock. He leaned close to my ear, whispered rough. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. I am in charge of this mission. Listen to my commands only."
I nodded fast, tears streaming. Fear gripped me. I felt betrayed by Anand, the man I trusted for the mission. He was supposed to protect me, guide me. But he slapped me like I was nothing. At the same time, I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. My pussy stayed wet inside my maroon colour panties, pussy lips slick from the earlier kisses and squeezes. Guilt crushed me hard. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger slap me. Let them strip my saree. I was cheating on my husband. Betraying my marriage. My mangalsutra felt like a lie against my boobs.
But the slap made my cheek sting hot. When Anand planted a soft kiss on the same cheek where he slapped, his lips warm on the burning skin, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed harder. My clit pulsed inside my maroon colour panties. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss. Shame flooded me deeper. Tears kept falling. But I whispered to myself: for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. The mission demanded everything. I wiped my tears, nodded again to Anand, ready to obey whatever came next in the dark berth. Gopi watched hungry, waiting for his turn. The bus rolled on into the night.
Anand grabbed the remaining white saree from the floor. He folded it quick and placed it in the corner of the berth. Then he turned to Gopi. "Get naked, Gopi. Remove all your clothes."
Gopi nodded eager. He pulled off his shirt, pushed down his pants, and removed his underwear. His cock stood erect, thick and hard, balls hanging heavy below. Anand removed his own clothes next. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushed down his track pants, stripped off his underwear. His cock grew hard and long, head shiny, veins bulging along the length.
Anand turned back to me. He grabbed the front of my purple blouse. He unhooked the front hooks one by one, slow and deliberate. The blouse opened wide. He removed the blouse off my arms, folded it, and placed it on top of my white saree in the corner. Now I stood only in my white bra and white petticoat, deep navel fully visible, boobs heaving inside the white bra, nipples erect and poking hard over the bra cups.
Fear gripped me hard. My body trembled. I felt betrayed by Anand. He slapped me. He stripped me. He let Gopi see my boobs and deep navel. He was supposed to protect the mission, not expose me like this. Tears filled my eyes again. But I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. Save crores of lives. Guilt crushed my chest. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger remove my blouse. Let him see my boobs in white bra. My husband would never forgive me. My mangalsutra felt like a chain of shame between my boobs.
At the same time, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew slicker. My clit pulsed with unwanted need. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy. I hated it. Hated how horny I became from the humiliation. From being stripped in front of two men. From the mission turning me into this. But I told myself over and over: for India. For my dad. For my husband. For every child who would live safe because of this night. I wiped my tears, stood straight, deep navel rising and falling with my breaths, ready to obey whatever command came next in the dark berth. Gopi stared hungry at my boobs in white bra and my exposed deep navel. Anand watched me with cold control. The bus rolled deeper into the night.
The three of us knelt on the narrow berth mattress, knees spread wide. I stayed only in my white bra and white petticoat. My deep navel rose and fell with quick breaths. Anand and Gopi knelt naked on both sides of me. Their cocks stood erect and hard, thick veins pulsing along the lengths, heads shiny and swollen.
Anand looked at Gopi. "I am going to suck her boobs now. You stroke your cock if you feel like cumming. Cum inside the water bottle." He pointed at the empty bottle in the holder.
Gopi nodded fast, hand already wrapping around his cock. "Yes. I will."
That is when I got the idea. Anand’s plan was to make Gopi himself jerk off and cum inside the water bottle to collect the semen sample. No need for me to touch him. Just tempt him until he exploded on his own.
Anand grabbed the back of my white bra. He reached behind my back, unhooked the hooks one by one. The bra loosened. He pulled the straps down my arms, removed the white bra completely off me. My heavy boobs fell free, nipples erect and pink in the dim berth light. The feeling of the bra being removed in the bus hit me hard. Shame flooded my face. My boobs bounced exposed to two strangers. My mangalsutra rested between my naked boobs, a symbol of my marriage now mocking me. Excitement betrayed me too. My nipples hardened more from the cool air and their stares. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand began squeezing my boobs. His rough hands grabbed both boobs hard, palms crushing the boobs, fingers pinching my nipples. He whispered into my ear. "I am going to suck your boobs now, madam. Enjoy yourself. Get more excited. Make him jerk off faster. No suspicion that we are acting. Obey."
I nodded, voice small. "Yes, sir."
Anand lowered his mouth to my left boob. He took the entire boob deep into his hot wet mouth. His lips sealed tight around the base, sucking with strong pulls that made the boob swell fuller inside him. His tongue attacked my nipple, lashing it fast in tight circles, then flicking the tip over and over until it throbbed painfully erect. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, pulling the nipple deep, stretching it with his lips. Wet slurping sounds filled the berth, saliva dripping down the curve of my boob. He released with a pop, nipple swollen red and shiny, then dove back, teeth grazing the sensitive nipple lightly, biting just enough to send electric jolts straight to my pussy. He moved to my right boob, repeating every filthy motion: deep suction, tongue swirling wild, nipple tugged and rolled between his lips, saliva coating the whole boob until it glistened. Pleasure exploded through my boobs, shooting down my belly, making my pussy lips flood wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed with every hard suck, every pull on my nipples. I forgot I was married. Forgot my husband. I began enjoying it fully. My back arched hard. My boobs pushed deeper into his mouth. Moans escaped my throat loud and needy.
Gopi watched, eyes wide. He stroked his cock fast, hand pumping the thick length up and down, balls swinging heavy with each jerk. Pre-cum leaked thick from the head of his cock, dripping onto his fingers, making his strokes slick and noisy.
I hated it. Hated how my body betrayed me. How my pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties from a stranger sucking my boobs so filthily. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving lives. The guilt and pleasure twisted together, making my nipples harder, my pussy juicier. Anand kept sucking, moving between my boobs, tongue and lips working my nipples raw, swollen, and hypersensitive. Gopi stroked faster, breath ragged, ready to cum into the bottle any moment. The bus rolled on, the dark night hiding our secret.
Anand lifted his mouth from my boobs. My nipples stood swollen and red, shiny with his saliva. He glanced at Gopi stroking his cock fast, but still not cumming. Anand whispered to me. "He is not close enough yet, madam. We need more temptation."
He grabbed my waist over the white petticoat. He lowered me slow onto the berth mattress on my back. My boobs bounced free as I lay down. Anand knelt between my spread knees. He grabbed the hem of my white petticoat. He began lifting it slow and sensual. The white petticoat rose inch by inch up my thighs. First my knees appeared, smooth and round. Then the full length of my thighs came into view, soft and full, glowing in the dim berth light. He lifted higher, revealing my inner thighs, the sensitive skin close to my hips. The petticoat bunched around my waist. My maroon colour panties came fully exposed, hugging my pussy lips tight, the crotch wet and dark with my wetness. Panty line stretched over my pussy and ass cheeks.
Both ugly men stared hungry. Their eyes roamed all over my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Gopi’s cock jerked in his hand. Anand’s cock throbbed hard.
My body reacted instant. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips swelled, sliding slick with fresh wetness. My clit pulsed hard against the panties. My nipples hardened more, aching from the sucking. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from two ugly strangers watching my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Their filthy eyes burned on my exposed inner thighs and pussy over the panties. Shame crushed me. I was a married woman. Mother. Daughter of soldier. Wife of soldier. But my pussy dripped more wetness into the panties, clit throbbing with forbidden need. Guilt twisted deep in my chest. I let them see this. Let them lust after my pussy over my panties. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving crores of lives. I had to tempt him. Make him cum. The mission demanded my body.
Anand whispered low. "Good, madam. Let him see. Let him want. He will cum soon."
Gopi stroked his cock faster, eyes locked on my panties and pussy lips outlined wet underneath. My boobs heaved with every breath, nipples erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with heat and shame.
Anand bent down close to my ear. His breath hot against my skin. He whispered low. "Now I am going to remove your panties, madam."
I whispered back begging, voice trembling. "Sir, please no. I will suck Gopi’s cock if you want. I will make him cum."
It angered Anand instant. His hand came fast. He slapped me hard across my face. The sharp crack echoed in the berth. My cheek burned red hot. Pain stung deep. Tears rolled down my cheeks again. He leaned in close to my ear, voice rough. "Don’t give me orders, madam. I am in charge. Obey my commands only."
Then he planted a slow kiss on the same cheek where he slapped. His lips pressed soft and warm on the stinging skin. The tenderness after the slap felt good. Too good. My pussy clenched hard inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed sharp. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss.
Anand grabbed the waistband of my maroon colour panties with both hands. He began pulling them down slow. The panties slid inch by inch over my hips. First the top edge lowered, revealing the smooth skin above my pussy. Then the panties peeled away from my pussy lips, the wet crotch clinging for a second before releasing with a soft sticky sound. The panties dragged down my thighs, exposing my full pussy completely. My pussy lips glistened shiny with wetness, swollen and pink, clit erect and peeking out. The panties continued sliding slow over my inner thighs, past my knees, down my calves, until he pulled them off my feet and dropped them to the side. My pussy lay naked now, open to the two ugly men, pussy lips parted slightly, wetness dripping slow onto the mattress. My ass cheeks pressed against the sheet, asshole tight and exposed below.
Shame crushed me. My pussy throbbed hot and needy in the open air. I hated how wet I became. Hated how my pussy lips swelled for strangers. But the mission burned in my mind. For India. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. I had to obey. I had to tempt. My clit pulsed with every heartbeat. My boobs heaved. Nipples ached erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with filthy heat. Gopi stared at my naked pussy, hand stroking his cock faster. Anand watched me with cold eyes, ready for the next command.
Anand spoke loud to Gopi. "Look, Gopi. This is Sudha. High class whore from Chennai. I paid her for a threesome. You, me, and her. Inside our sleeper berth in the bus. Full night. Anything you want."
Gopi stared at me wide eyed. He could not believe it. A pleasant surprise spread across his ugly face. "Anand, you joking? This woman? She looks like a decent wife. Not a whore."
Anand laughed low. "No joke, Gopi. She is expensive. But worth it."
To prove it, Anand inserted both hands underneath my white saree pallu. He grabbed my boobs over my purple blouse. He began squeezing them hard. His fingers dug into my full boobs, palms crushing the soft flesh, thumbs rubbing my nipples over the blouse. My nipples grew erect and hard instant, poking sharp over the blouse. I felt totally embarrassed. The tea stall guy stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian. His stop was almost dark, only a weak bulb glowing above him. He watched us openly, eyes fixed on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Shame burned hot in my face. My pussy clenched inside my maroon colour panties. At the same time I told myself I was doing this for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. My body began to react to Anand’s hands. My pussy lips grew wetter inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed slow. My heart screamed that what I was doing was wrong. A loyal Tamil wife. A mother. A daughter of soldier. But my mind kept repeating the truth. I was doing all this to save lives. To stop the virus. To protect India. The mission mattered more than shame.
Anand squeezed my boobs harder, voice low in my ear. "See, Gopi? She is ready. High class. Tight. Wet. You will enjoy."
Gopi stepped closer, eyes hungry on my boobs in Anand’s hands. "Okay. Let me taste her first."
He came forward fast. Before I could react, Gopi grabbed my face with both hands and kissed my lips hard. His mouth crushed mine, tongue pushing inside, tasting my tongue, my teeth, the inside of my cheeks. The kiss was rough, wet, possessive. My boobs stayed crushed in Anand’s hands while Gopi kissed me deep. My pussy flooded with fresh wetness inside my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed. Shame and duty fought inside me, but the patriotic fire kept me standing there, letting it happen.
Behind the counter the tea stall guy watched everything. His lungi began tenting at the front. His hand slipped under the lungi. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off slow, stroking his cock up and down while staring at Gopi kissing my lips and Anand squeezing my boobs. The weak bulb cast shadows over his moving hand.
Anand whispered in my ear while Gopi kept kissing me. "Good, madam. Let him taste. You are doing this for India."
I stood trapped between them, lips being kissed, boobs being squeezed, pussy growing juicier, mind repeating: for the country, for the country, for the country. The tea stall guy jerked faster, eyes never leaving us. The night stayed dark around the stall, the bus waiting, and my body betraying me more with every second.
Gopi kissed my lips hard. His mouth tasted filthy, bitter from cheap beedi smoke, sour from old gutka, salty sweat, and stale onion breath mixed with paan spit. The stink filled my nose, made me want to pull away, but his tongue shoved deep inside my mouth, thick and slimy, rubbing my tongue, my gums, the roof of my mouth. The kiss was unkissable, wet, sloppy, drool leaking from the corner of my lips. I hated it. My body tensed, pussy lips clenching tight inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand whispered hot into my ear while squeezing my boobs over the purple blouse. "Kiss him back, madam. Passionately. It is the order. For the mission."
I obeyed. I began kissing Gopi’s lips back passionately, ignoring the stink. My tongue moved against his, swirling slow, sucking his filthy tongue into my mouth. My pussy grew wetter instant, pussy lips sliding slick inside my maroon colour panties, clit throbbing hard. I hated it. My heart screamed this was wrong, a loyal wife betraying her husband, her mangalsutra. But my mind repeated: for the country, for crores of lives, for my dad, for my husband. I was saving India. The mission demanded this.
Watching me and Gopi kissing, the tea stall guy got too excited. He stood behind the counter in his lungi and banian, the almost dark stop hiding his movements. His hand slipped under his lungi. He grabbed his cock, thick and veiny, and began jerking off fast. He stroked his cock up and down, head of cock shiny with pre-cum, balls swinging heavy. His eyes locked on Gopi’s mouth on my lips, on Anand’s hands squeezing my boobs.
Gopi squeezed my ass cheeks over my white saree. His rough hands grabbed both ass cheeks hard, fingers digging deep into the full round flesh, spreading them apart slightly over the saree, palms rubbing slow circles, thumbs pressing toward my asshole through the layers. The squeeze made my pussy flood more wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit pulsed with each hard grip.
The tea stall guy could not hold it anymore. His hand jerked faster, stroking his cock rough and quick. His balls tightened. He moaned low. His cock jerked hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out from his cock, splashing all over the floor behind the counter, white and sticky in the dim light.
As the bus honked loud again, Anand pulled back slightly, voice rough. "Let us take the whore inside and fuck her, Gopi."
He grabbed my waist, turned me toward the bus steps. Gopi released my ass cheeks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and followed. I walked between them, pussy dripping wet inside my maroon colour panties, boobs still tingling from the squeezes, lips swollen and tasting of Gopi’s filth. Shame burned deep, but I told myself again and again: for the country. For the mission. For India. The bus waited, dark and ready.
We climbed the bus steps together. Anand went first. I followed behind him. Gopi followed close after me, his breath heavy on my neck. We reached their double berth. Gopi climbed up to the upper berth first. All of a sudden Gopi reached down, grabbed my waist over my white saree, carried me up, and placed me next to Anand on the mattress. Gopi then got up and slept next to me on my left side. He pulled the curtain closed from inside, sealing us in the narrow dark space.
Anand picked up the empty water bottle from earlier and placed it on the small water bottle holder attached to the berth wall. The bus started moving again, engine rumbling low under us.
Anand turned me around toward my right to face him. He took me into his complete embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck. His arms locked tight around my waist over my white saree. He whispered into my ear. "Madam, our mission is to collect Gopi’s semen in that bottle. Stay calm. Follow my lead."
I nodded slow, heart pounding. "Yes, sir."
Anand whispered again. "Let us start tempting him now."
He began kissing me all over my face and neck. His lips moved wet and slow across my cheeks, my forehead, down my neck. His tongue licked the side of my neck, tasting my sweat. He sucked gently on the skin below my ear. My pussy throbbed inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew wetter. My clit pulsed hard. For a moment I felt like I was cheating. Guilt stabbed deep in my chest. My husband’s face flashed in my mind. My mangalsutra swung heavy between my boobs. I whispered to Anand’s ear, voice trembling. "Sir, shall I stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle?"
Anand got angry instant. His grip tightened on my waist. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. Just obey my commands. I am in charge of this mission. You do only what I say."
I nodded quick, shame flooding me. "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
He continued kissing me all over my neck. His lips sucked harder now, tongue tracing wet lines down to my collarbone. My boobs pressed against his chest over my purple blouse. My nipples stood erect and hard over the blouse. My pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties. I hated it. Hated the betrayal. Hated my body reacting to a stranger’s mouth. But I told myself again and again: I was doing this for my country. To save crores of lives. To stop the biowar. To make my dad proud. To make my husband proud in secret. The mission was bigger than my marriage. Bigger than my shame. I closed my eyes, let Anand kiss my neck deeper, and whispered silent prayers to Bharat Mata for strength. Gopi lay close on my left, watching, waiting, his breath quickening in the dark berth. The bus rolled on into the night.
Inside the closed curtain of the upper berth, Gopi grabbed the end of my white saree pallu. He began tugging it slow, unwrapping the saree from my shoulder. I looked at Anand, eyes wide with fear, pleading silent for him to stop. But Anand joined Gopi. He grabbed the other side of my saree, pulled it down my arms, helped Gopi drag the saree off my body. The white saree slid down my hips, past my thighs, pooled at my feet. They both worked together, unwrapping me completely until I stood only in my white bra and purple blouse, deep navel fully visible above my white petticoat, mangalsutra hanging heavy between my boobs.
"Sir, I can stroke his cock and collect the semen in the bottle," I whispered softly to Anand, voice shaking.
Anand got angry instant. He slapped me hard on my face. The sharp sound echoed in the small berth. My cheek burned red. Tears rolled down my cheeks out of pain and shock. He leaned close to my ear, whispered rough. "Don’t tell me what to do, madam. I am in charge of this mission. Listen to my commands only."
I nodded fast, tears streaming. Fear gripped me. I felt betrayed by Anand, the man I trusted for the mission. He was supposed to protect me, guide me. But he slapped me like I was nothing. At the same time, I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. My pussy stayed wet inside my maroon colour panties, pussy lips slick from the earlier kisses and squeezes. Guilt crushed me hard. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger slap me. Let them strip my saree. I was cheating on my husband. Betraying my marriage. My mangalsutra felt like a lie against my boobs.
But the slap made my cheek sting hot. When Anand planted a soft kiss on the same cheek where he slapped, his lips warm on the burning skin, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed harder. My clit pulsed inside my maroon colour panties. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss. Shame flooded me deeper. Tears kept falling. But I whispered to myself: for the country. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. The mission demanded everything. I wiped my tears, nodded again to Anand, ready to obey whatever came next in the dark berth. Gopi watched hungry, waiting for his turn. The bus rolled on into the night.
Anand grabbed the remaining white saree from the floor. He folded it quick and placed it in the corner of the berth. Then he turned to Gopi. "Get naked, Gopi. Remove all your clothes."
Gopi nodded eager. He pulled off his shirt, pushed down his pants, and removed his underwear. His cock stood erect, thick and hard, balls hanging heavy below. Anand removed his own clothes next. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushed down his track pants, stripped off his underwear. His cock grew hard and long, head shiny, veins bulging along the length.
Anand turned back to me. He grabbed the front of my purple blouse. He unhooked the front hooks one by one, slow and deliberate. The blouse opened wide. He removed the blouse off my arms, folded it, and placed it on top of my white saree in the corner. Now I stood only in my white bra and white petticoat, deep navel fully visible, boobs heaving inside the white bra, nipples erect and poking hard over the bra cups.
Fear gripped me hard. My body trembled. I felt betrayed by Anand. He slapped me. He stripped me. He let Gopi see my boobs and deep navel. He was supposed to protect the mission, not expose me like this. Tears filled my eyes again. But I knew I had to accomplish the mission with him. Follow his commands. Save the country. Save crores of lives. Guilt crushed my chest. I let him do this to me. Let a stranger remove my blouse. Let him see my boobs in white bra. My husband would never forgive me. My mangalsutra felt like a chain of shame between my boobs.
At the same time, my body began to react. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips grew slicker. My clit pulsed with unwanted need. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy. I hated it. Hated how horny I became from the humiliation. From being stripped in front of two men. From the mission turning me into this. But I told myself over and over: for India. For my dad. For my husband. For every child who would live safe because of this night. I wiped my tears, stood straight, deep navel rising and falling with my breaths, ready to obey whatever command came next in the dark berth. Gopi stared hungry at my boobs in white bra and my exposed deep navel. Anand watched me with cold control. The bus rolled deeper into the night.
The three of us knelt on the narrow berth mattress, knees spread wide. I stayed only in my white bra and white petticoat. My deep navel rose and fell with quick breaths. Anand and Gopi knelt naked on both sides of me. Their cocks stood erect and hard, thick veins pulsing along the lengths, heads shiny and swollen.
Anand looked at Gopi. "I am going to suck her boobs now. You stroke your cock if you feel like cumming. Cum inside the water bottle." He pointed at the empty bottle in the holder.
Gopi nodded fast, hand already wrapping around his cock. "Yes. I will."
That is when I got the idea. Anand’s plan was to make Gopi himself jerk off and cum inside the water bottle to collect the semen sample. No need for me to touch him. Just tempt him until he exploded on his own.
Anand grabbed the back of my white bra. He reached behind my back, unhooked the hooks one by one. The bra loosened. He pulled the straps down my arms, removed the white bra completely off me. My heavy boobs fell free, nipples erect and pink in the dim berth light. The feeling of the bra being removed in the bus hit me hard. Shame flooded my face. My boobs bounced exposed to two strangers. My mangalsutra rested between my naked boobs, a symbol of my marriage now mocking me. Excitement betrayed me too. My nipples hardened more from the cool air and their stares. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties.
Anand began squeezing my boobs. His rough hands grabbed both boobs hard, palms crushing the boobs, fingers pinching my nipples. He whispered into my ear. "I am going to suck your boobs now, madam. Enjoy yourself. Get more excited. Make him jerk off faster. No suspicion that we are acting. Obey."
I nodded, voice small. "Yes, sir."
Anand lowered his mouth to my left boob. He took the entire boob deep into his hot wet mouth. His lips sealed tight around the base, sucking with strong pulls that made the boob swell fuller inside him. His tongue attacked my nipple, lashing it fast in tight circles, then flicking the tip over and over until it throbbed painfully erect. He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, pulling the nipple deep, stretching it with his lips. Wet slurping sounds filled the berth, saliva dripping down the curve of my boob. He released with a pop, nipple swollen red and shiny, then dove back, teeth grazing the sensitive nipple lightly, biting just enough to send electric jolts straight to my pussy. He moved to my right boob, repeating every filthy motion: deep suction, tongue swirling wild, nipple tugged and rolled between his lips, saliva coating the whole boob until it glistened. Pleasure exploded through my boobs, shooting down my belly, making my pussy lips flood wetness into my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed with every hard suck, every pull on my nipples. I forgot I was married. Forgot my husband. I began enjoying it fully. My back arched hard. My boobs pushed deeper into his mouth. Moans escaped my throat loud and needy.
Gopi watched, eyes wide. He stroked his cock fast, hand pumping the thick length up and down, balls swinging heavy with each jerk. Pre-cum leaked thick from the head of his cock, dripping onto his fingers, making his strokes slick and noisy.
I hated it. Hated how my body betrayed me. How my pussy dripped wetness into my maroon colour panties from a stranger sucking my boobs so filthily. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving lives. The guilt and pleasure twisted together, making my nipples harder, my pussy juicier. Anand kept sucking, moving between my boobs, tongue and lips working my nipples raw, swollen, and hypersensitive. Gopi stroked faster, breath ragged, ready to cum into the bottle any moment. The bus rolled on, the dark night hiding our secret.
Anand lifted his mouth from my boobs. My nipples stood swollen and red, shiny with his saliva. He glanced at Gopi stroking his cock fast, but still not cumming. Anand whispered to me. "He is not close enough yet, madam. We need more temptation."
He grabbed my waist over the white petticoat. He lowered me slow onto the berth mattress on my back. My boobs bounced free as I lay down. Anand knelt between my spread knees. He grabbed the hem of my white petticoat. He began lifting it slow and sensual. The white petticoat rose inch by inch up my thighs. First my knees appeared, smooth and round. Then the full length of my thighs came into view, soft and full, glowing in the dim berth light. He lifted higher, revealing my inner thighs, the sensitive skin close to my hips. The petticoat bunched around my waist. My maroon colour panties came fully exposed, hugging my pussy lips tight, the crotch wet and dark with my wetness. Panty line stretched over my pussy and ass cheeks.
Both ugly men stared hungry. Their eyes roamed all over my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Gopi’s cock jerked in his hand. Anand’s cock throbbed hard.
My body reacted instant. My pussy throbbed hot inside my maroon colour panties. My pussy lips swelled, sliding slick with fresh wetness. My clit pulsed hard against the panties. My nipples hardened more, aching from the sucking. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from two ugly strangers watching my legs, my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, and my panties. Their filthy eyes burned on my exposed inner thighs and pussy over the panties. Shame crushed me. I was a married woman. Mother. Daughter of soldier. Wife of soldier. But my pussy dripped more wetness into the panties, clit throbbing with forbidden need. Guilt twisted deep in my chest. I let them see this. Let them lust after my pussy over my panties. But I told myself: for the country. For the mission. For saving crores of lives. I had to tempt him. Make him cum. The mission demanded my body.
Anand whispered low. "Good, madam. Let him see. Let him want. He will cum soon."
Gopi stroked his cock faster, eyes locked on my panties and pussy lips outlined wet underneath. My boobs heaved with every breath, nipples erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with heat and shame.
Anand bent down close to my ear. His breath hot against my skin. He whispered low. "Now I am going to remove your panties, madam."
I whispered back begging, voice trembling. "Sir, please no. I will suck Gopi’s cock if you want. I will make him cum."
It angered Anand instant. His hand came fast. He slapped me hard across my face. The sharp crack echoed in the berth. My cheek burned red hot. Pain stung deep. Tears rolled down my cheeks again. He leaned in close to my ear, voice rough. "Don’t give me orders, madam. I am in charge. Obey my commands only."
Then he planted a slow kiss on the same cheek where he slapped. His lips pressed soft and warm on the stinging skin. The tenderness after the slap felt good. Too good. My pussy clenched hard inside my maroon colour panties. My clit throbbed sharp. Fresh wetness leaked from my pussy lips. I hated it. Hated how my body turned horny from the slap and the kiss.
Anand grabbed the waistband of my maroon colour panties with both hands. He began pulling them down slow. The panties slid inch by inch over my hips. First the top edge lowered, revealing the smooth skin above my pussy. Then the panties peeled away from my pussy lips, the wet crotch clinging for a second before releasing with a soft sticky sound. The panties dragged down my thighs, exposing my full pussy completely. My pussy lips glistened shiny with wetness, swollen and pink, clit erect and peeking out. The panties continued sliding slow over my inner thighs, past my knees, down my calves, until he pulled them off my feet and dropped them to the side. My pussy lay naked now, open to the two ugly men, pussy lips parted slightly, wetness dripping slow onto the mattress. My ass cheeks pressed against the sheet, asshole tight and exposed below.
Shame crushed me. My pussy throbbed hot and needy in the open air. I hated how wet I became. Hated how my pussy lips swelled for strangers. But the mission burned in my mind. For India. For crores of lives. For my dad. For my husband. I had to obey. I had to tempt. My clit pulsed with every heartbeat. My boobs heaved. Nipples ached erect and pink. The bus rolled on, the dark berth thick with filthy heat. Gopi stared at my naked pussy, hand stroking his cock faster. Anand watched me with cold eyes, ready for the next command.
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