16-03-2026, 02:45 PM
Alok.
Vishal.
David.
And Sandy—my cock still in her mouth, looking up at me.
Everyone was watching.
The waiter saw my “no”.
He stopped.
His eyes dropped—like a child who’d just been scolded.
But he didn’t leave—his cock was still in his hand, slowly stroking.
David tried to jump in—voice full of curiosity.
“Come on, tell us, you bastard… what’s the secret?”
But no one else spoke.
Alok took a long drag on his cigarette.
Blew the smoke upward.
Then spoke softly—same controlled, owner-like tone.
“Enough… whatever he doesn’t want to say, let him not say it.
He’s a guest.
Show some respect.”
David and Vishal shut up.
No pressure.
No shouting.
Alok had trained them well—how to behave in front of a guest.
When a rich man speaks—everyone listens.
Sandy slowly pulled her mouth away.
My cock came out—wet, glistening.
She stood up—gracefully, like she was dancing.
I thought—okay, it’s over now.
I can leave.
But then she climbed into my lap.
Sat straddling my thighs—naked, hot, trembling just a little.
Her fingers went into my hair—gently stroking.
Then she leaned in—her lips on mine.
Deep kiss.
Very deep.
Her tongue met mine—slowly, but hungry.
Her breasts pressed against my chest—warm, soft, still wet from the waiter’s saliva.
I kissed back—without thinking, hands went to her waist.
The kiss ended.
She pulled back—just a little.
Then guided my head to her neck.
I started kissing—neck, light licks.
Her skin was hot—smell of sweat and saliva.
She moaned softly—“Aahh…”
Then she arched her chest up.
Brought one breast to my mouth.
I took it—sucked, swirled my tongue, gave a light bite.
The other breast—same.
Her moans grew deeper—“Ufff… Sam…”
She was whispering my name—softly, but so fucking sexy.
I was losing my mind.
Her breasts… so perfect, so hot… I was licking, sucking, playing.
Her moans echoed in my ears—driving me crazier.
Then she came to my ear—lips brushing it.
Whispered—very low, very hot.
“I want to know… what happened?”
I froze.
Her eyes locked on mine—hungry, curious.
I glanced at the waiter.
He was still standing—farther away, but eyes on us.
He gave a tiny blink—a yes.
Like he was saying—“Go ahead… I saw it… I already know everything.”
My mind spun.
Sandy… all of this… this kiss… these breasts… these moans…
It all felt like a bribe.
She was “buying” me—for information.
She wanted to know what the waiter was about to say.
Sandy was kissing my neck again—slowly, hot lips, tongue barely touching.
Her breath felt burning on my skin.
That’s when the waiter blurted it out—like he couldn’t hold it anymore.
“I saw sir’s wife this morning… naked… just in red panties.”
The room fell dead silent.
Sandy froze—her lips stuck to my neck.
Her breathing stopped.
Everyone’s eyes snapped to the waiter.
Alok, Vishal, David—all three eyes wide.
Their cocks still in their hands—hard, throbbing.
Alok put the cigarette down.
Voice firm, but eager.
“Tell us… details?”
The waiter cleared his throat lightly.
Then started speaking—voice filled with strange excitement.
“I went to give morning coffee… the room door was slightly open.
The bathroom door inside was also open.
She… sir’s wife… was taking a shower.
Just in red panties.
Nothing on top.
Her boobs… completely bare.
Round, heavy, pink nipples… shining with water.
She was washing her hair… hands up… boobs lifted even higher.
I just stood and stared… 10 seconds… 15 seconds…”
Alok took a long drag, blew smoke upward, and said softly—voice mixed with sarcasm and jealousy.
“So you’re luckier than all of us today… I was just thinking… wish I could see her like that… the way you did.”
Everyone’s eyes were on the waiter—Vishal and David made a low “Hmm…” like they were remembering.
This morning at reception—Neha, mangalsutra shining, bangles clinking.
That image was now mixing in their heads with “naked, just red panties”.
The same expression on every face—hunger, jealousy, and dark pleasure.
All their cocks were back in their hands—slowly stroking again.
Sandy went back on her knees.
Took my cock into her mouth again.
Her eyes met mine—naughty, wicked smile.
Like she was saying—“See… tables have turned.
Now your family woman is the topic… how does it feel?”
I still didn’t want to play rough with Sandy.
But everything tonight—the waiter’s words, Neha’s name, that imagination, that jealousy—everything was setting a fire inside me.
Anger… shame… all mixing, pushing me beyond control.
For the first time I grabbed her head—both hands, fingers tangled in her hair.
Hard.
Not too violent.
Then in one thrust—I shoved my cock deep into her mouth.
All the way.
Her nose pressed against my lower stomach.
Her breathing stopped—small nasal sound, but she didn’t resist.
I kept thrusting.
Not slow—hard, angry.
30 seconds… 45 seconds… 60 seconds…
Her throat was full—I could feel the heat, her tongue, her desperate breaths.
Her eyes filled with tears—kajal running, but she didn’t stop.
Her hands on my thighs—sometimes gripping tight, sometimes patting lightly.
Then she patted my thighs—universal signal.
“Enough… let go.”
I released immediately.
Her head pulled back.
She was gasping—saliva dripping from her mouth, eyes red, but smiling.
Sandy was now on the floor—doggy style.
On her knees and hands, back slightly arched, ass high.
She looked back at me—eyes shining, lips parted.
Then slowly turned her neck—looked at everyone.
Alok, Vishal, David, waiter—all of them.
Then she spread her legs a little—gap between thighs.
Her pussy now partially visible—wet, swollen, still glistening.
Then one hand went back—slapped her own ass hard.
Thwack!
The sound echoed in the room.
Her ass jiggled—red mark appeared.
That was the signal.
She was in heat.
Starving.
Needed someone—now.
David stood up instantly—cock in hand, eyes ravenous.
Took one step forward.
But Alok raised a finger—small gesture.
“My turn now.”
David stopped—laughed, but stepped back.
Alok looked at me slowly.
“Boy… you ready?”
I said nothing.
Just shifted my ass to the edge of the sofa.
Sandy was right in front of me—doggy, ass up.
Alok held his cock—thick, hard, ready.
Placed it on her pussy.
One hard thrust—buried completely.
Sandy moaned—“Aahhh…”
Her body jerked.
Alok started pounding—hard, deep.
Every thrust made her head dip toward me—her lips near my cock.
I grabbed her hair tighter.
Her mouth came back onto my cock.
She started sucking—in rhythm with Alok’s thrusts.
The room filled again—wet sounds, moans, slaps, heavy breathing.
Vishal and David watching—cocks in hand, smiling.
Waiter standing far, stroking himself again.
Sandy was now in the middle—taken from both ends.
Alok from behind, me from the front.
Her moans continuous—“Aahh… yes… more… more…”
Vishal.
David.
And Sandy—my cock still in her mouth, looking up at me.
Everyone was watching.
The waiter saw my “no”.
He stopped.
His eyes dropped—like a child who’d just been scolded.
But he didn’t leave—his cock was still in his hand, slowly stroking.
David tried to jump in—voice full of curiosity.
“Come on, tell us, you bastard… what’s the secret?”
But no one else spoke.
Alok took a long drag on his cigarette.
Blew the smoke upward.
Then spoke softly—same controlled, owner-like tone.
“Enough… whatever he doesn’t want to say, let him not say it.
He’s a guest.
Show some respect.”
David and Vishal shut up.
No pressure.
No shouting.
Alok had trained them well—how to behave in front of a guest.
When a rich man speaks—everyone listens.
Sandy slowly pulled her mouth away.
My cock came out—wet, glistening.
She stood up—gracefully, like she was dancing.
I thought—okay, it’s over now.
I can leave.
But then she climbed into my lap.
Sat straddling my thighs—naked, hot, trembling just a little.
Her fingers went into my hair—gently stroking.
Then she leaned in—her lips on mine.
Deep kiss.
Very deep.
Her tongue met mine—slowly, but hungry.
Her breasts pressed against my chest—warm, soft, still wet from the waiter’s saliva.
I kissed back—without thinking, hands went to her waist.
The kiss ended.
She pulled back—just a little.
Then guided my head to her neck.
I started kissing—neck, light licks.
Her skin was hot—smell of sweat and saliva.
She moaned softly—“Aahh…”
Then she arched her chest up.
Brought one breast to my mouth.
I took it—sucked, swirled my tongue, gave a light bite.
The other breast—same.
Her moans grew deeper—“Ufff… Sam…”
She was whispering my name—softly, but so fucking sexy.
I was losing my mind.
Her breasts… so perfect, so hot… I was licking, sucking, playing.
Her moans echoed in my ears—driving me crazier.
Then she came to my ear—lips brushing it.
Whispered—very low, very hot.
“I want to know… what happened?”
I froze.
Her eyes locked on mine—hungry, curious.
I glanced at the waiter.
He was still standing—farther away, but eyes on us.
He gave a tiny blink—a yes.
Like he was saying—“Go ahead… I saw it… I already know everything.”
My mind spun.
Sandy… all of this… this kiss… these breasts… these moans…
It all felt like a bribe.
She was “buying” me—for information.
She wanted to know what the waiter was about to say.
Sandy was kissing my neck again—slowly, hot lips, tongue barely touching.
Her breath felt burning on my skin.
That’s when the waiter blurted it out—like he couldn’t hold it anymore.
“I saw sir’s wife this morning… naked… just in red panties.”
The room fell dead silent.
Sandy froze—her lips stuck to my neck.
Her breathing stopped.
Everyone’s eyes snapped to the waiter.
Alok, Vishal, David—all three eyes wide.
Their cocks still in their hands—hard, throbbing.
Alok put the cigarette down.
Voice firm, but eager.
“Tell us… details?”
The waiter cleared his throat lightly.
Then started speaking—voice filled with strange excitement.
“I went to give morning coffee… the room door was slightly open.
The bathroom door inside was also open.
She… sir’s wife… was taking a shower.
Just in red panties.
Nothing on top.
Her boobs… completely bare.
Round, heavy, pink nipples… shining with water.
She was washing her hair… hands up… boobs lifted even higher.
I just stood and stared… 10 seconds… 15 seconds…”
Alok took a long drag, blew smoke upward, and said softly—voice mixed with sarcasm and jealousy.
“So you’re luckier than all of us today… I was just thinking… wish I could see her like that… the way you did.”
Everyone’s eyes were on the waiter—Vishal and David made a low “Hmm…” like they were remembering.
This morning at reception—Neha, mangalsutra shining, bangles clinking.
That image was now mixing in their heads with “naked, just red panties”.
The same expression on every face—hunger, jealousy, and dark pleasure.
All their cocks were back in their hands—slowly stroking again.
Sandy went back on her knees.
Took my cock into her mouth again.
Her eyes met mine—naughty, wicked smile.
Like she was saying—“See… tables have turned.
Now your family woman is the topic… how does it feel?”
I still didn’t want to play rough with Sandy.
But everything tonight—the waiter’s words, Neha’s name, that imagination, that jealousy—everything was setting a fire inside me.
Anger… shame… all mixing, pushing me beyond control.
For the first time I grabbed her head—both hands, fingers tangled in her hair.
Hard.
Not too violent.
Then in one thrust—I shoved my cock deep into her mouth.
All the way.
Her nose pressed against my lower stomach.
Her breathing stopped—small nasal sound, but she didn’t resist.
I kept thrusting.
Not slow—hard, angry.
30 seconds… 45 seconds… 60 seconds…
Her throat was full—I could feel the heat, her tongue, her desperate breaths.
Her eyes filled with tears—kajal running, but she didn’t stop.
Her hands on my thighs—sometimes gripping tight, sometimes patting lightly.
Then she patted my thighs—universal signal.
“Enough… let go.”
I released immediately.
Her head pulled back.
She was gasping—saliva dripping from her mouth, eyes red, but smiling.
Sandy was now on the floor—doggy style.
On her knees and hands, back slightly arched, ass high.
She looked back at me—eyes shining, lips parted.
Then slowly turned her neck—looked at everyone.
Alok, Vishal, David, waiter—all of them.
Then she spread her legs a little—gap between thighs.
Her pussy now partially visible—wet, swollen, still glistening.
Then one hand went back—slapped her own ass hard.
Thwack!
The sound echoed in the room.
Her ass jiggled—red mark appeared.
That was the signal.
She was in heat.
Starving.
Needed someone—now.
David stood up instantly—cock in hand, eyes ravenous.
Took one step forward.
But Alok raised a finger—small gesture.
“My turn now.”
David stopped—laughed, but stepped back.
Alok looked at me slowly.
“Boy… you ready?”
I said nothing.
Just shifted my ass to the edge of the sofa.
Sandy was right in front of me—doggy, ass up.
Alok held his cock—thick, hard, ready.
Placed it on her pussy.
One hard thrust—buried completely.
Sandy moaned—“Aahhh…”
Her body jerked.
Alok started pounding—hard, deep.
Every thrust made her head dip toward me—her lips near my cock.
I grabbed her hair tighter.
Her mouth came back onto my cock.
She started sucking—in rhythm with Alok’s thrusts.
The room filled again—wet sounds, moans, slaps, heavy breathing.
Vishal and David watching—cocks in hand, smiling.
Waiter standing far, stroking himself again.
Sandy was now in the middle—taken from both ends.
Alok from behind, me from the front.
Her moans continuous—“Aahh… yes… more… more…”
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