Misc. Erotica My Wife's Evening College (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against my wife’s belly, his hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them possessively, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks, his palms roaming slowly over her ass cheeks, kneading them gently, savoring how full and round they felt in his grip.

"Excuse us... Giridhar Sir... boys... give us a moment," the Cameraman said, his voice calm but commanding, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands still squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling every soft curve, his palms kneading them slowly, savoring how they filled his hands.
He put his arm around my wife’s waist over her yellow petticoat, pulling her close to his side, his hand sliding down to grab her plump ass cheeks again over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, then looked at me and nodded for me to follow. I walked with them, my heart pounding with helpless rage, as he led us to a quiet corner of the living room, away from the others.
In the corner, the Cameraman kept his arm around my wife’s waist over her yellow petticoat, his hand grabbing her plump ass cheeks again over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them softly, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, feeling the full curves through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her hip, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure as he spoke quietly to us.
"Listen... both of you... you are trapped... Giridhar Sir and the boys are horny... their cocks are throbbing... and Sudha, they will definitely want to fuck you at any cost... they won’t stop... if you refuse to let them fuck you now... Giridhar Sir will call the principal... ruin your degree... blacklist you... destroy your future... you will lose everything... your dream... gone... the smart thing to do is let them fuck you... give them what they want... cooperate... or you lose it all," the Cameraman said, his voice low and serious, his cock throbbing against her hip, his hand still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them slowly, his fingers roaming over her ass cheeks, feeling every lush curve, his palm kneading her ass cheeks gently, savoring how soft and full they felt, his cock pulsing with pervert excitement.
He continued, his hand sliding up her lower back then down again to grab her ass cheeks harder over the yellow petticoat, his fingers digging deeper, feeling the panty line visible over her ass cheeks through the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing hard against her hip, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure as he adjusted her white bra straps on her shoulders with his other hand, tugging the white bra straps gently, straightening them over her shoulders, his fingers brushing the white bra cups lightly, feeling her boobs through the white bra, savoring how full and round they felt, his cock pulsing violently against her hip.
"Trust me... I have a plan... I will protect you... but you must cooperate... let them fuck you... or they will destroy you... trust daddy... daddy will make sure you get your degree... but you have to give them what they want... agree... or lose everything," he said, his cock throbbing against her hip, his hand still grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his other hand tugging her white bra straps gently, adjusting them on her shoulders, his fingers brushing her boobs through the white bra, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he felt her tremble in his arms.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with tears and fear, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
I looked at the Cameraman, my voice shaking with desperation.
"I can’t let them fuck my wife... please... do something... find another way... I can’t watch them take her... she is mine... only mine... please... help us," I said, my throat tight, tears stinging my eyes, my arm gripping her waist over her yellow saree, my heart breaking.
My wife looked at the Cameraman, her boobs rising and falling inside the white bra, her large dark eyes teary and pleading.
"Daddy... I will never let them fuck me... I belong to Rajesh... only him... please... don’t let them... find a way... I can’t... I won’t," she whispered, her voice trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks shifting in his hands over her yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman smiled softly, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her hip, his hand still grabbing her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing them slowly, his fingers digging deeper into her ass cheeks, feeling every lush curve, his other hand tugging her white bra straps gently, adjusting them on her shoulders, his fingers brushing her boobs through the white bra, savoring how full and round they felt, his face half-closed eyes in pleasure, lips parted, breathing heavy as he spoke.
"This day is not yours... both of you have to listen to me... trust daddy... daddy knows best... daddy has a plan... agree... or lose everything," he said, his cock pulsing against her hip, his hand kneading her ass cheeks slowly over the yellow petticoat, his face showing pure control and pervert lust.
My wife and I looked at each other again, fear and despair in our eyes, then at the Cameraman, our voices trembling in unison.
"Okay... daddy... we trust you... we agree... do what you have to... we know you will only do what is best for me," my wife whispered, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her large dark eyes soft with reluctant trust, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat.
"We trust you... we agree... please... protect her," I said, my voice breaking, my heart aching, my cock hard with helpless rage and fear, my arm still around her waist over her yellow saree.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his hands on her ass cheeks over her yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing against her, in the luxurious living room.





The Cameraman walked over to Giridhar Sir and the boys, standing a few steps away from my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice calm but commanding.
"There is one condition," the Cameraman said, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at him, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, desperate and horny, their eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Anything... we will do anything to fuck your wife... just tell us," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his voice thick with lust.
"We will do anything... just let us fuck her... name the condition," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
"Anything... we are ready... we want to fuck her so bad," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his mouth watering.
"Tell us... we will do it... we need to fuck her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenching.
"Anything... just let us fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice firm.
"Sudha is like my daughter... she will do anything I say... she will let you fuck her... but only if I tell her to... she listens to daddy... she trusts daddy... she will open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... but only when daddy says yes," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at my wife desperately, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes devouring her boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, her plump ass cheeks visible under the yellow petticoat, their mouths watering, their breathing heavy.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants.
"I will let you fuck her... not only for today... and only one time," the Cameraman said, his voice firm.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife desperately, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice eager.
"Can I fuck her on my birthday next month? Please... just one more time... I need her," Giridhar Sir asked, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
The Cameraman shook his head, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"No... only today... and only one time... take it or leave it," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir nodded, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Okay... I agree... only today... one time," Giridhar Sir said, his voice thick with lust.
The Cameraman looked at the boys, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Only today... I will agree to let you fuck her... and only one time," the Cameraman said, his voice firm.
The boys nodded desperately, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice strict.
"I will make her cooperate fully... I will make sure you have a lot of fun... but if Giridhar Sir or any of you cannot control yourself and cum in the process... the person cumming must leave the house immediately... no second chance... agree or no deal," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at each other, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, then looked at the Cameraman and nodded.
"We agree... we will control ourselves... we want to fuck her... we accept," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
The boys nodded, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, their eyes on my wife’s boobs and yellow petticoat.
The Cameraman looked at them, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants.
"Go to the bedroom... get naked... wait for Sudha... now," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir and the boys agreed readily, desperate and horny, their cocks throbbing in their trousers as they rushed to the bedroom, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman came toward me and my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on us.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with fear and trust, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
The Cameraman stood in front of us, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice soft but commanding.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his cock throbbing, in the luxurious living room.



The Cameraman walked over to Giridhar Sir and the boys, standing a few steps away from my wife and me, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice calm but commanding.
"There is one condition... before I let you fuck her... you all must promise me something," the Cameraman said, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys, his cock pulsing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys looked at him, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, desperate and horny, their eyes flicking to my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"Anything... we will promise anything to fuck her... just tell us," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his voice thick with lust.
"We will promise anything... just let us fuck her," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes on my wife’s boobs over her white bra.
"Anything... we are ready... we want to fuck her," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his mouth watering.
"Tell us... we promise... we need to fuck her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hands clenching.
"Anything... just let us fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes wild with lust.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice firm and strict.
"Sudha is like my daughter... she will do anything I say... she will let you fuck her... but only if I tell her to... she listens to daddy... she trusts daddy... she will open her pussy for you... spread her thighs for you... moan for you... but only when daddy says yes... now... promise me... you will follow my conditions...," the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on Giridhar Sir and the boys.
Giridhar Sir looked at the boys, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, then looked at the Cameraman, desperation and lust in his eyes.
"I promise... I will follow your conditions...," Giridhar Sir said, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice thick.
The Cameraman looked at Giridhar Sir sternly, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"One more promise... after this... you will never call the principal... never ruin her degree... never blacklist her... you will leave her alone after today... promise me now... or no deal," the Cameraman said, his voice strict.
Giridhar Sir hesitated, his cock throbbing in his trousers, but his desperation won.
"I promise... after this... I will never call the principal... I will never ruin her degree... I will never blacklist her... I will leave her alone after today... I promise," Giridhar Sir said, his voice low and forced, his cock throbbing with suppressed rage.
The boys followed, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, dropping to their knees one by one, their faces angry and horny, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy.
"We promise... we will follow...... we will leave her alone after today... we want to fuck her," Arjun said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... we will do it," Vikram said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... anything... we want her," Suresh said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"We promise... we want to fuck her," Karthik said, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants, his voice strict.
"Good... you all promised... now go to the bedroom... get naked... wait for Sudha... I will bring her..." the Cameraman said, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir and the boys agreed readily, desperate and horny, their cocks throbbing in their trousers as they rushed to the bedroom, their eyes still on my wife’s boobs inside the white bra and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their lust overwhelming.
The Cameraman came toward me and my wife, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his eyes on us.
My wife and I looked at each other, our eyes meeting, her large dark eyes filled with fear and trust, her boobs heaving inside the white bra, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage and love, my cock hard with angry fear.
The Cameraman stood in front of us, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his voice soft but commanding.
My wife and I were trapped, fear and despair gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving inside her white bra, her large dark eyes filled with trust and lingering tears, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow petticoat, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as the Cameraman controlled us, his cock throbbing, in the luxurious living room.