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Chapter-80:
Tanvi didn't bother to change her dress as she was fully aware of what was waiting for her. Once she noted the time, her steps became faster with increasing fear creating darker clouds in her head.
"Am I his bitch, like he said?", that very same question crept into her head and repeated a hundred times as she walked towards the Gym.
While walking, she thought of Sanjoth. It has been three days since he left her with no calls or contact, and not even a message. And today - he was nonchalantly enjoying the company of two older women like his wife and children hardly matter anything to him. The weight in her heart felt like her marriage was something that happened in past life, none of their good moments brought any sort of feelings in her anymore and though she didn't realize it, Khurram's presence made it impossible for her to think of anything else.
Worst was she saw Sanjoth...her own husband...so carefree and totally behaving like an unknown man in the company of two strange women whom she hated like anything and now more than she did with Khurram.
She was not able to figure out what she felt for Khurram. Hate...Affection...it was a messed up tangle in her head by now.
Tanvi stopped mid-way when she heard the noise coming from the Gym as she approached it. Her heart leapt out of her chest for a moment...along with wild thoughts of what she could expect there. Deep in her head, she knew she was walking towards the destruction of her reality, but the devilish thoughts about "what the bald old man would do to her today" stayed above every other rationale she held. It was more like she needed it to happen rather than running away...it was exactly what her body...her pussy was calling on for.
An involuntary gasp came out of her chest when she opened the Gym and entered.
Khurram was doing pull ups.
He was stark naked.
His brown, hairless and muscular form going up and down, with the python sized shaft, that hairless thing - hung free between his thighs.
She wasn't sure what to do. She froze where she stood.
"What are you waiting for, Tanvi? Strip!", his voice growled.
"No...Khurramji...not like this...it's...just...day, someone could come here and see us", she protested.
"Tanvi", he paused, and stopped his pullups and walked to her. "Listen...carefully. You are MINE, and you will do exactly what I say, without a single question, you get it?"
"Ji, yes, Khurramji"
"Then, fucking strip, Tanvi-Beti", his voice was malicious and sarcastic when he shouted 'Beti'.
Tanvi took another breath and removed her Top and Skirt and in less than a minute, she stood in front of him wearing a simple bra and modest panty. He gave a disapproving grunt when he noticed her hairless pussy covered.
"Do you need to ask? Get on with cycling, slut. I need that ass to be in prime condition tonight", he smacked her lightly and pushed towards the cycling machine.
Tanvi suppressed a giggle and cursed herself on why she acted in such a way to someone who just degraded her, called her slut, and termed her a bitch for the last few days. Yet, she walked and stood over the pedals and looked at her reflection on the mirror in front. The same familiar face looked back at her but the aura was different. It wasn't the same Tanvi that she saw there, it seemed like a different woman, completely naked, shamelessly cycling with an equally naked man behind her.
"What the hell are you thinking, slut? Start pedalling already!"
Despite the anger that surged from her throat, Tanvi knew her options were none. She had already stripped off completely and was on the machine...naked...shamelessly parading...a married woman...a mother...a daughter...a wife...behaving like a true 'slut' as she was marked with. Her shaved pussy tried itself to cover...but failed...it's pink hole and reddish lips gaped from behind.
"Hmmmnnff", a groan left her lungs when she felt the thick head of his penis grazing at her shaved pussy entrance...her lips parted without hesitation.
"SLAP!"
"OOUUUW", Tanvi's eyes saw crystal sparks of pain as his palm receded away from her reddened ass-skin.
"Bitch! If your filthy pussy does not open up on me, then you are going to get punished, right here and everyone will hear you screaming, you get it? Do your exercise, slut", Khurram roared into her. Her ass-cheeks went from burning to blazing with the sharp pain he gifted her.
With rage, shame, and an embarrassing moan, Tanvi tilted her hips up and away from his cock.
"SLAP!"...another one landed over the very same red-welted ass-cheek.
"Ooouuuwwch...noo...please...don't...Khurramjii...please stop hitting me...please", she jolted up to another height as the next blow made her reddened skin feel like a sandpaper grinded over and over the same place.
"Did I tell you to move away? No! I want you to keep that damn hole right over me...and, make sure you don't slip...understand?"
"Ji...Jii", she hiccuped and brought herself back. Her pussy lips rested on his bulbous head. It was already coated with her juices. It slipped...she pushed up...to avoid another slap...but she couldn't remain...her vaginal folds were wet and smothered that it spread open over his circumference.
When Khurram looked at his finger marks on the taut orange-red skin of hers, it made his cock become further rigid and blood pumped more blood into it's veins as the wobble and her cries took his ego to the next level.
Tanvi was on the verge of an orgasm. She wasn't able to place why such manhandling of her created such maddening pleasure. She should've kicked the old man to his balls and stormed out, she had that choice...but, she didn't want to think more of it. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a shameless naked woman squirming and screaming...no tears...her face was equally flushed red similar to her butt-skin. She felt her hips losing it's balance.
She saw both his hands going up and coming down...her eyes clamped tight to receive and acknowledge the pain of his double-slap....instead...
"MMMMA-AAA-AAH!!!", her agonized yelp came like a banshee howling."DAA'ME!!!", she heard her real-voice in her head as her eyes bulged out as she looked at her wide open mouth releasing a gluttral cry.
Khurram, instead of slapping, held her hips tight and punishingly pulled her down on his cock...first the oversized crown, then the girth of his shaft, and finally more than half of his length...penetrated her sloppy pussy and lodged inside!
With a powerful...single shot!
Tanvi's entire body froze.
She couldn’t move an inch. She was impaled on the monstrous penis like a lizard trying to grip from falling. Her entire nerve system reached to a standstill with the painful intrusion. She knew it was to happen anyway, but not at all like how he gruelled her onto his cock in one stretch. Tanvi thought of jumping away, and almost did but she couldn't move an inch. Khurram held her hips in his large hands that forced her to remain on his cock.
"Mmmnnffff", Tanvi winced with the pain of intrusion, but groaned at how good her pussy felt being clamped on his girth. Her pussy rebelled...but the force of the old man was something she couldn't fight with.
He moved her up...further up...slowly, deliberately and deposited back again on his digit. She felt her pending orgasm building rapidly. Her hands lost their balance and she fell on her elbows by gripping the handle bar of the cycling machine and her head rested on it. Khurram made all the movements. Pumping her up and down on his length.
"Khuuu...rrammjiiiii", she screamed without a thought of someone hearing her as her cunt spilled. Tanvi cried and whimpered with every downward action, as he was hellbound to ensure her pussy was thoroughly utilised.
Her hips bucked!
He punished her by pulling and pushing up and down!
Khurram saw how her pussy coated his penis with the white froth. Her cunt was gushing it's liquid as much as it could. Her body jolted and bolted multiple times along with his brutal punishment. Both of them knew very well that it was exactly what they wanted. Tanvi recognised she was close to her final release and all of a sudden, she froze on the cycling machine.
He wasn’t inside her anymore!
Khurram grinned when he looked at her gaping cunt when he pulled out. It was stretched...her long pussy lips splayed outwards in a very obscene, yet erotic view. He saw her pinkish colored pussy walls ebbing for his cock, and her ass, the upturned two globes of flesh, reddened with his slaps.
He just wanted to fuck her like crazy, but his plans were otherwise. He stepped away leaving the trembling woman on mid-air without any support.
"What are you waiting for, slut?"
"Huh, wha...?", Tanvi bolted from her reverie when she heard the heavy growl from a bit far. She tilted and turned back, and gasped.
Khurram was back on the pull-on bar, hanging on his muscled long arms. Her attention was at a different area...his cock...it stood with all it's majestic glory, shining and glimmering with her froth coated all over...she winced at the very thought of why he called her for. But, without breaking a moment, with wobbly legs, she sprinted towards him...towards it.
Tanvi's knees bent, and she sat crouched right in front of the large naked man. The stench of her cum hit and entered her nostrils. Aa she looked at the filthy, froth covered, dark brown shaft, she felt like she was about to puke, but instead, her mouth opened...as wide as she could stretch her lips.
The moment she did, Khurram came down...hard...hitting...tearing her mouth's threshold like it was nothing and lodged into her mouth...and it's thick head went past her tonsils...into that tight passage. Tanvi had to clutch his base to stop him, because despite every effort she did during the past two days, she could only take three-fourth of his length, that was her oral capacity...she choked on it.
"Move your hands, bitch. It's your mouth that I need, not your filthy hands, slut", he growled as he went up on his shoulders and pulled his cock out from her.
Tanvi had to release her hold immediately as it was his 'ask'. She remained crouched on her shins, her pussy still crying for it's complete fulfillment. Her mouth remained open, and he came down, ramming his cock inside her. It was a scene to behold, the gorgeous, naked woman in the most flimsy lingerie, sitting like a slave, allowing her mouth and throat to be destroyed by the massive python. Khurram was not doing heavy with his arms, he just looked down with fascination and he hid his expression, he was in amazement to see the young mother who behaved like a leopard turning into a wilful participant so quickly. Then he noticed it...her hands, she took it away from his penis, and was actually frigging her pussy.
"Fucking don't touch yourself, you hear me. I didn't give you permission...just keep your whore-mouth open, bitch", he roared at her and thrusted hard down into her mouth.
Tanvi's eyes bulged out as the digit went past a bit more that ever and pulled her handsome away from her pussy immediately with fright.
Khurram maintained his oral fuck for frw more minutes till he found her chin and chest getting coated and covered with her slob.
Tanvi's hips jerked, she was about to cum...her eyes clamped shut to focus on her hollering pussy.
Then!
She blinked her eyes with confusion...madness...angry...his cock wasn't in her mouth anymore. Before she could regroup what was happening, she heard another shout.
"Come here bitch! I am not done with thar wretched mouth!"
Tanvi turned and stood up to check where and what she was supposed to go. Her eyes widened with disbelief when she saw him on his knees, kneeled behind the large Gym ball. She couldn't place what she was supposed to do and walked closer to where the old man who was looking at her with angry eyes.
"Lie down, slut", he asked and nodded at the Gym ball.
She got what his new 'ask' was.
Tanvi laid down, back on top of the ball. Placing her legs forward on the floor for balance, she stretched her upper back and face to meet the awaiting attack. She gasped when she felt his large hands pulling her shoulders further towards him and making her back stretch into the arch of the gym ball.
The moment he got her mouth aligned, he thrusted in...this time, he made it slow to ensure the new angle of his young slut was correctly placed.
Her mouth stretched again. This time, his cock went up...through her open mouth and dived once again back into her throat hollow. Tanvi couldn’t do anything, both her hands went sideways to balance on the floor but couldn't...only a few fingers grazed the cold floor. She had to push her legs down to make her throat to align in a straight angle to take on his invading monster.
With a grunt of comfort, Khurram started moving his hips up and down, inside and outside, back and forth into her open mouth and throat.
"Mmmgghnnnmfff", suddenly a sharp groan came out through her stretched lips as she felt his two fingers diving into her spread open pussy which was now pointed up and totally opened for him to do whatever he wished to. Her pussy lips clamped over the invading fingers as if it was desperate for the intrusion. Her cunt closed in on his fingers as he dipped into her sloppy hole as deep as he could.
Tanvi gulped his penis as hard as she could with her mouth as the two fingers inside her were moving with an unmatched pace that made sure her orgasm would hit any moment. She felt pussy gushing inside with it's liquid and prepared herself to enjoy the magnificent release to happen any moment.
Khurram took his time to finger-fuck and oral-fuck the woman beneath him. He noticed how much she was trying to get that one orgasm, and with his usual smug grin, used his free hand to grace her nipples...hardly touching them...her nubbins were hard like stones and was begging for attention and he knew very well that if he squeezed even mildly, she would erupt...and he didn’t wanted it to happen.
The very moment he graced his fingers over her nipples, both her legs shot up, making her lose balance and to wobble over the curved ball with only his two fingers inside her cunt allowing some semblance.
Tanvi groaned loudly as her entire face was squished against his ball-sac below while his cock went in and out of her mouth and throat.
Her legs splayed wide obscenely in mid-air trying to locate somewhere to hold, and failed. Her saliva dropped down through her cheeks and smothered her eyes that she had to keep shut with all her might...her focus was elsewhere...his fingers...now there were four...three inside and thumb squishing and rolling her hairless clit. She felt it coming...any second...her breaths became harder and heavier...about to burst...her entire body worked towards it's finale...her throat stopped the bulbous head from going in...
"Fuck! Bitch! It's me who wants your fucking mouth...not you!", as he roared, Khurram pulled away from her mouth and left her on the ball, she fell sideways on-spot and went into a foetal position, her body jerking, her hips jolting, and her cunt screaming for it's release!
"Don't make me wait, fucking slut!", Tanvi heard the old man's angered voice and somehow stood up and searched where he was calling from. Finally, she found him.
Khurram was on the workout bench, laid with his knees bent and hips at the end of the bench. His legs were widely kept, she knew why. With a frustrated grunt, she almost ran to him and fell on her knees to take him in his mouth, again.
"No, you cheating slut. Climb on me", his voice echoed in the noiseless Gym.
Tanvi was the happiest person in the whole world at that moment. She was desperate...she was silently begging for the real thing to be inside her.
It was during those few moments she recognized how desperate she really wanted the evil old man to fuck her and take her to that place with pleasure-moons shined.
The blissful physical closeness she felt to another man other than her husband. She stood on her legs without a blink, spread her legs around his torso, and paused for a second, the took his slime coated penis with one hand and pointed upwards...to meet the hole that she brought above it...her eyes closed...expecting the sharp pain of intrusion to happen once again...her eyelids close automatically...with deep concentration for the sweet pain!
Khurram almost laughed when he looked at the lost woman trying hard to get his cock inside. He allowed her to slide it along her pussy lips and further, for a moment. He watched with fascinated look as her deep, reddish vaginal lips slowly spread over his engorged purple cock-head.
Tanvi's eyes were closed as the sensations from her vaginal nerves clearly told her the monstrous thing was about to split her...again, and her hips slowly moved over to accept the intrusion. She groaned as she held the shaft to stay properly, all she wanted was that...heavenly feeling...that blissful release...that burning liquid propelling out of her!
For a second, it slipped. Moving away from the hole that she had prepared. A frustrated whimper followed when his cock's perineum, it's underside, crushed against her swollen clit. The pressure of that alone brought her another jolt and she pulled it back towards her pussy opening.
Her lips parted!
His girthy head slowly started to push her pussy apart!
"Stop, slut. Sit on it!", Khurram barked loudly and made her eyes flutter open with confusion. "I said, sit on it...not put it inside, bitch"
With dismay and anger, she straddled him and left his cock to be placed over his belly. Once she settled on his mammoth cock, her sloppy cunt lips spread over it's girth. It was an enticing view for Khurram and the velvety softness transpired it's heat to him immediately.
Without additional nudge, Tanvi started to grind herself on his tool.
"Why are you calling me bitch and slut, Khurramji? I told you so many times, I didn't do anything bad...then why?", her broken voice came back once again as she asked with an intense look on her face.
Khurram saw her hands holding his cock base as her pussy slid over his scrotum and he raised his hips for a better angle.
"Because you lied to me, slut. You LIED to me. Now move it!", he growled back.
Tanvi moved her vaginal opening through his hard cock, it's underside and saw a large, clear drop of precum appearing at his pee-slit.
"You want me to tell you everything? Is that what you want?", she looked into his eyes as she jerked his tool up and down as she grinded hard.
"Fuck! Yes, slut. You have to tell me, you should", Khurram's eyes closed with the sudden pleasure when she thrusted hard on his cock, a deep groan came out.
"I...I...I just want you to take me, Khurramji...I am yours...use me....fill me...I have never allowed another man...ever...except you", Tanvi's eyes were glued on Khurram's face as she whimpered and stroked him as she blurted. "I want you to fill me...take me", she cooed at him, nudging him to fuck her as she wanted it.
"Fuck!", Khurram's hips jolted up, making both of them push upwards, together.
"You want me to scream your name, yes? You want me to hear another man’s wife begging to have sex with you? You want to fill me again, yes?", she continued to rock on his cock, halfway to it's length, staring at his balls, then through it's massive ridge, almost reaching it's bloated head where precum was flowing and spreading over his hairless abdomen.
She scooped the liquid and used it to smother his shaft while she grinded effortlessly on top of him.
She felt his hardness. It was bigger than her own impending orgasm. It was close, way too close to getting inside, she wanted it to happen. With another forward thrust, she grinded her clit over his oversized penis-head and slowly got her pussy opening towards the head. Just when he thought she would put it in her, she backed up, she slid back all through his cock's underside and reached at his ballsac.
Her brain was going berserk with the feeling. She knew one more moment, he would go inside her. But she held on...she returned to her grinding, pinning his pulsing penis under her pussy. In a sudden move, she thrusted her naked nipples to his face.
She held on to the horizontal bar above his head and leaned down with her offering. She wanted him to grope and suck her nipples. Khurram saw her move and grinned at her misery.
"Mmm...aaah", Tanvi almost screeched when he caught her waist with both his hands and crushed her hard against him. Her hands remained on the bar while her breasts crushed on his vast chest. Then he pulled her upper body a bit above...while she tried to look down at his face, she groaned loudly when he left her waist and caught both her breasts with his hands.
Without allowing her time to think, he squeezed her soft, and fair breasts together, into a pulp, bringing her nipples together, then...he sucked...using his large mouth, he sucked both her nipples inside in one shot, rolled the two hardness together, twirled them separately along with hard crush of her breasts.
Inside her head, Tanvi saw crackers firing and her grinding speed increased because now her clit was rubbing against his cock-head while her vaginal lips started to gape along with her actions.
Khurram couldn't get enough of her supple skin's touch against his hard muscles. She felt the beat of heart in his ears. He was not gentle with his hands, he mauled her breasts like the Banana Muffin dough that she squished once long back, creating electric jolts on her spine.
"You want me to have sex others? Do you?", she gasped and asked with a broken voice.
"Yes, slut...I want you to fuck any asshole that I point at, understood? You WILL open your slut pussy to whoever I ask...your are MINE, my own whore, my bitch", he roared back and gulped her nipples back again, this time, he bit on both mildly, making her cry loudly.
"I willl....Khurraaamjiiii...I am your whore...your bitch...ooooh-gaaaawd-do-it-to-meeee-Khurraamjeee", Tanvi didn't know who screamed those words as it came out from her mouth.
"Do you want me to fuck anyone? Who do you want me to open my legs to?" She bellowed and thrashed as her woman-hole finally got ready for...
"I will sell you, whore...like a cheap slut...understand? I will allow every dick in this Complex and Basti to fuck you like a whore you are, you won't open your dirty mouth to say NO to me, fucking bitch", Khurram grunted loudly as he felt his balls contorting.
"Why Khurramji? I am yours...yours forever...I will be your slut forever...why do you want to give me to others?", deep inside she reeled at the thought of having sex with other men, but she was horrified at the way Khurram was replying.
His intentions were becoming clearer to her.
The wretched old man was going to 'offer' her to anyone whom he wanted to...despite that diabolically frightful thought, her cunt churned another notch by thinking about the opportunity it presented...she would fuck anyone with a dick...that means Dattu was also a possibility...her belly jerked and jolted when her head filled with the images of how she would have sex with the low-life milkman!
"Fuck meeeee", she cried with all her might. It was lost on her how easily she was saying 'fuck' and all other 'curse' words so effortlessly.
Khurram just watched it happening. He peered into her green eyes that were glazed with a fog of tears. He couldn't help but groan with the pleasure that her sloppy pussy was providing.
Then!
The moment she thought her orgasm would hit, she felt herself being removed. Then she was kneeling with the mad man standing with his pussy liquid coated cock thrusting to her mouth.
"Lift your hands, Tanvi", she had to. When she lifted, he held both her hands by wrists in one of his hands. Holding it as high as it would go, he pulled her head with his other hand....
The stench!
Their combined carnal fluids...right in front of her!
"Open your fucking mouth, slut", he barked.
Tanvi's mouth parted, her lips stretched and the next second, his cock, glistening with her own pussy juice, entered inside her mouth...once again.
She was frustrated, angered and moreover about to cry as her orgasm was stopped yet another time. Worst was, this time, her pussy was at the very brink of releasing what it was holding up all this time. Her thighs squeezed against each other pressing her pussy from both ends to contain the pressure and to maintain the momentum...she wanted it, at any cost.
However, Khurram was hellbound to get his pleasure. Nothing else mattered. The woman, whom he wanted fuck, was already his.
The young mother whose chastity he tore apart was below him, taking his cock like a whore, exactly what he wanted to happen. He pushed his cock in and out of her mouth and throat...she gagged...saliva came out like torrents...yet, he continued. She whimpered and cried with all her voices to stop...but the onslaught in her oral crevice never ceased...
"Mmmgnnngh-aaaah", she choked and tried to scream at him for a brief moment. He pulled his cock out of her completely, and paused to look down.
A long transparent thread of her saliva connected between his cock and her mouth...she looked at the obscene view and before she could cry to stop, he pulled her back, re-introducing his cock into her mouth...this time, Khurram made an additional shove...a hard one...there were few inches to be gulped...and with this shove, it blasted into her throats final gate...deep...to his root!
He held her in that position for a moment as he took account.
Tanvi's nose and face were plastered against his pubic bone. Every centimeter of his gargantuan cock was lodged inside her oral cavity.
She choked!
She gagged!
She fought to get away!
Nothing happened. Khurram held her in place.
"Breathe with your nose, bitch. Should I teach you this again?", he grunted.
Tanvi thought she was about to die. The air inside her chest had disappeared much earlier. She was taking small amounts of air and exhaling as little between his push and pull.
But this!
She couldn't open her eyes, her brain went into darkness. She couldn’t breathe.
Then!
"ARRRGGGGGHHH!", she heard a loud roar as she felt her mouth and nose becoming free. Her lungs tried it's best to intake as much air it could.
"FUCCCCKK!", another roar. And, Tanvi blinked open her eyes.
Blast!
First one!
The force of his first torrent hit her like jackhammer!
He pumped and the long, white and thick cum sprayed out of his pee-slit and landed all over her face, from forehead to nose, to her open mouth, till it receded to her chin.
A second one!
This time, he brought her head closer, her mouth...and the heavy spray filled inside her mouth, she had to gulp it inside as she knew the next blasts would be delivered without any break.
And it did!
Khurram held her in his hard clutch, pumped every twitch of his semen torrents into her mouth...at multiple times, she felt the hot liquid coating her open neck and breasts. She couldn't feel anything other than his eruption.
For a time that she felt like forever, the odd couple stayed in that position. Till he finished his expulsion.
Once done, he released her hands and she fell down to the floor. Tanvi gasped for breaths, she was crying, literally crying because the degrading action pushed her mind and body to reach another level of ecstasy. It was her pussy that remained alive...it was still unattended.
Then!
Both Tanvi and Khurram froze!!
"Khurramji, is that you in the Gym", both of them almost jumped when they heard the voice calling out.
It was Mehta!
"Khurramji, you there?", again. It seemed like Mehta was downstairs and was about to climb up to the Gym.
"Quick, take your dress and go inside the Sauna", Khurram pulled her up and asked her to take action and he moved as well to wear his boxer.
Tanvi, whose brain was still figuring it out, in reflex, took her discarded clothes and ran inside the Sauna. She closed the door and cursed the Complex management for not keeping a lock on it. She quickly pulled her top and skirt back on her.
Panty and bra was still in the Gym - right where she removed it - on floor - where Khurram was about to meet Mehta!
"So, you are here? Were you too busy to hear me calling Khurramji?", Mehta was now inside the Gym, hardly few feet away from where Tanvi was hiding.
"Ah, sorry, I was busy here", Khurram replied without showing any emotion in his tone.
"It smells like sex. You bastard!", Mehta laughed.
"Maybe"
"Really? Was there anyone here? Really?", Mehta couldn't stop his excitement as he looked at the abandoned bra and panty.
"Maybe yes", Khurram laughed.
"Who? Who? Sharda?", Mehta wasn't stopping.
Khurram didn't reply and Tanvi stayed without a noise, scared of the exchange.
"Tell me na, you old bastard. Who was it? Tanvi?", Mehta's voice had a sudden thrill in it.
"Maybe", Khurram laughed loudly.
"Fuck! Really? Tanvi? No, no way I would buy it. Possibly Sharda", Mehta continued.
"Why not Tanvi? You think I couldn’t get her here?"
"No...no, it's not that you couldn't. But, would she allow it? Oh...Common...Khurram Sahib, let this old man also have a bit of enjoyment", Mehta wasn’t stopping.
Tanvi's body started shivering with fear.
"Why wasn't Khurramji not sending him away? At least then I could go back and finish it", she winced and cursed at the dirty thought.
"Well, I can't tell you who was here Mehtaji. It's for you to find out. All I can say is, I am thoroughly satisfied by the service I just received", Khurram chuckled.
Tanvi cursed again. "Satisfied? Is that it?"
"Ah, right. You are satisfied...what about me then?"
"You have to be patient my friend. Patience will get you everything. Look at me, I was patient enough and I got the reward, see?" Khurram laughed again and pointed at Tanvi's bra and panty lying on the floor between them.
Tanvi grimaced at the vile old man's words. It was true to the core. His patience found it's fruit. She was his slut now...she just wanted his tool to satisfy her needs...that's all it mattered to her.
"Okay, in that case, I will be patiently waiting, Khuramji. Please don't disappoint me", Mehta replied but continued his questioning.
"But, did she leave already? Whoever it was...I am sure that I heard some noises from here when I was climbing up. Is she in the Sauna? Hiding from me?", Mehta guffawed and walked towards the Sauna.
Khurram coughed. It was an indicator.
Tanvi, without blinking, ran to the other door of the Sauna and stepped outside.
"Shit! She was here all this time!!", she heard Mehta's disappointed voice from the Sauna as she ran to her home. Nothing mattered, she couldn't get caught.
"Shit. Shit", she grunted as she walked briskly from the Gym building to her home.
Once she entered her house and closed the door, she breathed. She felt sweat on her face and wiped with the tee-shit arm. Her eyes bulged when she saw what it came back with.
Khurram's semen was spread on her tee-shirt hand and then she took a count.
"Ding Dong!"
"Who the hell could it be, now?", she cursed and opened to find an amused looking Sharda outside.
"Madamji, you alright? Worked out too much at the Gym? You are sweating all over", her maid said by looking all over at a frozen looking woman.
"Yes, a bit", somehow Tanvi found some words.
"Can I make you a good tea, Madam?", Sharda came closer. "You smell a little bad also, not usual".
Tanvi sprang backwards a bit allowing her maid to walk inside. She knew what the smell was.
"I will take a shower, Sharda, make taht tea and something to eat also", Tanvi walked into a sprint to reach inside her bedroom and once closed, she noticed her mobile phone buzzing, it was on her bed, left as it was earlier.
It was a message from Khurram:
"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"
She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.
"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"
Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...
"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repurcussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.
She sat on her bed...lost...
Tanvi didn't bother to change her dress as she was fully aware of what was waiting for her. Once she noted the time, her steps became faster with increasing fear creating darker clouds in her head.
"Am I his bitch, like he said?", that very same question crept into her head and repeated a hundred times as she walked towards the Gym.
While walking, she thought of Sanjoth. It has been three days since he left her with no calls or contact, and not even a message. And today - he was nonchalantly enjoying the company of two older women like his wife and children hardly matter anything to him. The weight in her heart felt like her marriage was something that happened in past life, none of their good moments brought any sort of feelings in her anymore and though she didn't realize it, Khurram's presence made it impossible for her to think of anything else.
Worst was she saw Sanjoth...her own husband...so carefree and totally behaving like an unknown man in the company of two strange women whom she hated like anything and now more than she did with Khurram.
She was not able to figure out what she felt for Khurram. Hate...Affection...it was a messed up tangle in her head by now.
Tanvi stopped mid-way when she heard the noise coming from the Gym as she approached it. Her heart leapt out of her chest for a moment...along with wild thoughts of what she could expect there. Deep in her head, she knew she was walking towards the destruction of her reality, but the devilish thoughts about "what the bald old man would do to her today" stayed above every other rationale she held. It was more like she needed it to happen rather than running away...it was exactly what her body...her pussy was calling on for.
An involuntary gasp came out of her chest when she opened the Gym and entered.
Khurram was doing pull ups.
He was stark naked.
His brown, hairless and muscular form going up and down, with the python sized shaft, that hairless thing - hung free between his thighs.
She wasn't sure what to do. She froze where she stood.
"What are you waiting for, Tanvi? Strip!", his voice growled.
"No...Khurramji...not like this...it's...just...day, someone could come here and see us", she protested.
"Tanvi", he paused, and stopped his pullups and walked to her. "Listen...carefully. You are MINE, and you will do exactly what I say, without a single question, you get it?"
"Ji, yes, Khurramji"
"Then, fucking strip, Tanvi-Beti", his voice was malicious and sarcastic when he shouted 'Beti'.
Tanvi took another breath and removed her Top and Skirt and in less than a minute, she stood in front of him wearing a simple bra and modest panty. He gave a disapproving grunt when he noticed her hairless pussy covered.
"Do you need to ask? Get on with cycling, slut. I need that ass to be in prime condition tonight", he smacked her lightly and pushed towards the cycling machine.
Tanvi suppressed a giggle and cursed herself on why she acted in such a way to someone who just degraded her, called her slut, and termed her a bitch for the last few days. Yet, she walked and stood over the pedals and looked at her reflection on the mirror in front. The same familiar face looked back at her but the aura was different. It wasn't the same Tanvi that she saw there, it seemed like a different woman, completely naked, shamelessly cycling with an equally naked man behind her.
"What the hell are you thinking, slut? Start pedalling already!"
Despite the anger that surged from her throat, Tanvi knew her options were none. She had already stripped off completely and was on the machine...naked...shamelessly parading...a married woman...a mother...a daughter...a wife...behaving like a true 'slut' as she was marked with. Her shaved pussy tried itself to cover...but failed...it's pink hole and reddish lips gaped from behind.
"Hmmmnnff", a groan left her lungs when she felt the thick head of his penis grazing at her shaved pussy entrance...her lips parted without hesitation.
"SLAP!"
"OOUUUW", Tanvi's eyes saw crystal sparks of pain as his palm receded away from her reddened ass-skin.
"Bitch! If your filthy pussy does not open up on me, then you are going to get punished, right here and everyone will hear you screaming, you get it? Do your exercise, slut", Khurram roared into her. Her ass-cheeks went from burning to blazing with the sharp pain he gifted her.
With rage, shame, and an embarrassing moan, Tanvi tilted her hips up and away from his cock.
"SLAP!"...another one landed over the very same red-welted ass-cheek.
"Ooouuuwwch...noo...please...don't...Khurramjii...please stop hitting me...please", she jolted up to another height as the next blow made her reddened skin feel like a sandpaper grinded over and over the same place.
"Did I tell you to move away? No! I want you to keep that damn hole right over me...and, make sure you don't slip...understand?"
"Ji...Jii", she hiccuped and brought herself back. Her pussy lips rested on his bulbous head. It was already coated with her juices. It slipped...she pushed up...to avoid another slap...but she couldn't remain...her vaginal folds were wet and smothered that it spread open over his circumference.
When Khurram looked at his finger marks on the taut orange-red skin of hers, it made his cock become further rigid and blood pumped more blood into it's veins as the wobble and her cries took his ego to the next level.
Tanvi was on the verge of an orgasm. She wasn't able to place why such manhandling of her created such maddening pleasure. She should've kicked the old man to his balls and stormed out, she had that choice...but, she didn't want to think more of it. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a shameless naked woman squirming and screaming...no tears...her face was equally flushed red similar to her butt-skin. She felt her hips losing it's balance.
She saw both his hands going up and coming down...her eyes clamped tight to receive and acknowledge the pain of his double-slap....instead...
"MMMMA-AAA-AAH!!!", her agonized yelp came like a banshee howling."DAA'ME!!!", she heard her real-voice in her head as her eyes bulged out as she looked at her wide open mouth releasing a gluttral cry.
Khurram, instead of slapping, held her hips tight and punishingly pulled her down on his cock...first the oversized crown, then the girth of his shaft, and finally more than half of his length...penetrated her sloppy pussy and lodged inside!
With a powerful...single shot!
Tanvi's entire body froze.
She couldn’t move an inch. She was impaled on the monstrous penis like a lizard trying to grip from falling. Her entire nerve system reached to a standstill with the painful intrusion. She knew it was to happen anyway, but not at all like how he gruelled her onto his cock in one stretch. Tanvi thought of jumping away, and almost did but she couldn't move an inch. Khurram held her hips in his large hands that forced her to remain on his cock.
"Mmmnnffff", Tanvi winced with the pain of intrusion, but groaned at how good her pussy felt being clamped on his girth. Her pussy rebelled...but the force of the old man was something she couldn't fight with.
He moved her up...further up...slowly, deliberately and deposited back again on his digit. She felt her pending orgasm building rapidly. Her hands lost their balance and she fell on her elbows by gripping the handle bar of the cycling machine and her head rested on it. Khurram made all the movements. Pumping her up and down on his length.
"Khuuu...rrammjiiiii", she screamed without a thought of someone hearing her as her cunt spilled. Tanvi cried and whimpered with every downward action, as he was hellbound to ensure her pussy was thoroughly utilised.
Her hips bucked!
He punished her by pulling and pushing up and down!
Khurram saw how her pussy coated his penis with the white froth. Her cunt was gushing it's liquid as much as it could. Her body jolted and bolted multiple times along with his brutal punishment. Both of them knew very well that it was exactly what they wanted. Tanvi recognised she was close to her final release and all of a sudden, she froze on the cycling machine.
He wasn’t inside her anymore!
Khurram grinned when he looked at her gaping cunt when he pulled out. It was stretched...her long pussy lips splayed outwards in a very obscene, yet erotic view. He saw her pinkish colored pussy walls ebbing for his cock, and her ass, the upturned two globes of flesh, reddened with his slaps.
He just wanted to fuck her like crazy, but his plans were otherwise. He stepped away leaving the trembling woman on mid-air without any support.
"What are you waiting for, slut?"
"Huh, wha...?", Tanvi bolted from her reverie when she heard the heavy growl from a bit far. She tilted and turned back, and gasped.
Khurram was back on the pull-on bar, hanging on his muscled long arms. Her attention was at a different area...his cock...it stood with all it's majestic glory, shining and glimmering with her froth coated all over...she winced at the very thought of why he called her for. But, without breaking a moment, with wobbly legs, she sprinted towards him...towards it.
Tanvi's knees bent, and she sat crouched right in front of the large naked man. The stench of her cum hit and entered her nostrils. Aa she looked at the filthy, froth covered, dark brown shaft, she felt like she was about to puke, but instead, her mouth opened...as wide as she could stretch her lips.
The moment she did, Khurram came down...hard...hitting...tearing her mouth's threshold like it was nothing and lodged into her mouth...and it's thick head went past her tonsils...into that tight passage. Tanvi had to clutch his base to stop him, because despite every effort she did during the past two days, she could only take three-fourth of his length, that was her oral capacity...she choked on it.
"Move your hands, bitch. It's your mouth that I need, not your filthy hands, slut", he growled as he went up on his shoulders and pulled his cock out from her.
Tanvi had to release her hold immediately as it was his 'ask'. She remained crouched on her shins, her pussy still crying for it's complete fulfillment. Her mouth remained open, and he came down, ramming his cock inside her. It was a scene to behold, the gorgeous, naked woman in the most flimsy lingerie, sitting like a slave, allowing her mouth and throat to be destroyed by the massive python. Khurram was not doing heavy with his arms, he just looked down with fascination and he hid his expression, he was in amazement to see the young mother who behaved like a leopard turning into a wilful participant so quickly. Then he noticed it...her hands, she took it away from his penis, and was actually frigging her pussy.
"Fucking don't touch yourself, you hear me. I didn't give you permission...just keep your whore-mouth open, bitch", he roared at her and thrusted hard down into her mouth.
Tanvi's eyes bulged out as the digit went past a bit more that ever and pulled her handsome away from her pussy immediately with fright.
Khurram maintained his oral fuck for frw more minutes till he found her chin and chest getting coated and covered with her slob.
Tanvi's hips jerked, she was about to cum...her eyes clamped shut to focus on her hollering pussy.
Then!
She blinked her eyes with confusion...madness...angry...his cock wasn't in her mouth anymore. Before she could regroup what was happening, she heard another shout.
"Come here bitch! I am not done with thar wretched mouth!"
Tanvi turned and stood up to check where and what she was supposed to go. Her eyes widened with disbelief when she saw him on his knees, kneeled behind the large Gym ball. She couldn't place what she was supposed to do and walked closer to where the old man who was looking at her with angry eyes.
"Lie down, slut", he asked and nodded at the Gym ball.
She got what his new 'ask' was.
Tanvi laid down, back on top of the ball. Placing her legs forward on the floor for balance, she stretched her upper back and face to meet the awaiting attack. She gasped when she felt his large hands pulling her shoulders further towards him and making her back stretch into the arch of the gym ball.
The moment he got her mouth aligned, he thrusted in...this time, he made it slow to ensure the new angle of his young slut was correctly placed.
Her mouth stretched again. This time, his cock went up...through her open mouth and dived once again back into her throat hollow. Tanvi couldn’t do anything, both her hands went sideways to balance on the floor but couldn't...only a few fingers grazed the cold floor. She had to push her legs down to make her throat to align in a straight angle to take on his invading monster.
With a grunt of comfort, Khurram started moving his hips up and down, inside and outside, back and forth into her open mouth and throat.
"Mmmgghnnnmfff", suddenly a sharp groan came out through her stretched lips as she felt his two fingers diving into her spread open pussy which was now pointed up and totally opened for him to do whatever he wished to. Her pussy lips clamped over the invading fingers as if it was desperate for the intrusion. Her cunt closed in on his fingers as he dipped into her sloppy hole as deep as he could.
Tanvi gulped his penis as hard as she could with her mouth as the two fingers inside her were moving with an unmatched pace that made sure her orgasm would hit any moment. She felt pussy gushing inside with it's liquid and prepared herself to enjoy the magnificent release to happen any moment.
Khurram took his time to finger-fuck and oral-fuck the woman beneath him. He noticed how much she was trying to get that one orgasm, and with his usual smug grin, used his free hand to grace her nipples...hardly touching them...her nubbins were hard like stones and was begging for attention and he knew very well that if he squeezed even mildly, she would erupt...and he didn’t wanted it to happen.
The very moment he graced his fingers over her nipples, both her legs shot up, making her lose balance and to wobble over the curved ball with only his two fingers inside her cunt allowing some semblance.
Tanvi groaned loudly as her entire face was squished against his ball-sac below while his cock went in and out of her mouth and throat.
Her legs splayed wide obscenely in mid-air trying to locate somewhere to hold, and failed. Her saliva dropped down through her cheeks and smothered her eyes that she had to keep shut with all her might...her focus was elsewhere...his fingers...now there were four...three inside and thumb squishing and rolling her hairless clit. She felt it coming...any second...her breaths became harder and heavier...about to burst...her entire body worked towards it's finale...her throat stopped the bulbous head from going in...
"Fuck! Bitch! It's me who wants your fucking mouth...not you!", as he roared, Khurram pulled away from her mouth and left her on the ball, she fell sideways on-spot and went into a foetal position, her body jerking, her hips jolting, and her cunt screaming for it's release!
"Don't make me wait, fucking slut!", Tanvi heard the old man's angered voice and somehow stood up and searched where he was calling from. Finally, she found him.
Khurram was on the workout bench, laid with his knees bent and hips at the end of the bench. His legs were widely kept, she knew why. With a frustrated grunt, she almost ran to him and fell on her knees to take him in his mouth, again.
"No, you cheating slut. Climb on me", his voice echoed in the noiseless Gym.
Tanvi was the happiest person in the whole world at that moment. She was desperate...she was silently begging for the real thing to be inside her.
It was during those few moments she recognized how desperate she really wanted the evil old man to fuck her and take her to that place with pleasure-moons shined.
The blissful physical closeness she felt to another man other than her husband. She stood on her legs without a blink, spread her legs around his torso, and paused for a second, the took his slime coated penis with one hand and pointed upwards...to meet the hole that she brought above it...her eyes closed...expecting the sharp pain of intrusion to happen once again...her eyelids close automatically...with deep concentration for the sweet pain!
Khurram almost laughed when he looked at the lost woman trying hard to get his cock inside. He allowed her to slide it along her pussy lips and further, for a moment. He watched with fascinated look as her deep, reddish vaginal lips slowly spread over his engorged purple cock-head.
Tanvi's eyes were closed as the sensations from her vaginal nerves clearly told her the monstrous thing was about to split her...again, and her hips slowly moved over to accept the intrusion. She groaned as she held the shaft to stay properly, all she wanted was that...heavenly feeling...that blissful release...that burning liquid propelling out of her!
For a second, it slipped. Moving away from the hole that she had prepared. A frustrated whimper followed when his cock's perineum, it's underside, crushed against her swollen clit. The pressure of that alone brought her another jolt and she pulled it back towards her pussy opening.
Her lips parted!
His girthy head slowly started to push her pussy apart!
"Stop, slut. Sit on it!", Khurram barked loudly and made her eyes flutter open with confusion. "I said, sit on it...not put it inside, bitch"
With dismay and anger, she straddled him and left his cock to be placed over his belly. Once she settled on his mammoth cock, her sloppy cunt lips spread over it's girth. It was an enticing view for Khurram and the velvety softness transpired it's heat to him immediately.
Without additional nudge, Tanvi started to grind herself on his tool.
"Why are you calling me bitch and slut, Khurramji? I told you so many times, I didn't do anything bad...then why?", her broken voice came back once again as she asked with an intense look on her face.
Khurram saw her hands holding his cock base as her pussy slid over his scrotum and he raised his hips for a better angle.
"Because you lied to me, slut. You LIED to me. Now move it!", he growled back.
Tanvi moved her vaginal opening through his hard cock, it's underside and saw a large, clear drop of precum appearing at his pee-slit.
"You want me to tell you everything? Is that what you want?", she looked into his eyes as she jerked his tool up and down as she grinded hard.
"Fuck! Yes, slut. You have to tell me, you should", Khurram's eyes closed with the sudden pleasure when she thrusted hard on his cock, a deep groan came out.
"I...I...I just want you to take me, Khurramji...I am yours...use me....fill me...I have never allowed another man...ever...except you", Tanvi's eyes were glued on Khurram's face as she whimpered and stroked him as she blurted. "I want you to fill me...take me", she cooed at him, nudging him to fuck her as she wanted it.
"Fuck!", Khurram's hips jolted up, making both of them push upwards, together.
"You want me to scream your name, yes? You want me to hear another man’s wife begging to have sex with you? You want to fill me again, yes?", she continued to rock on his cock, halfway to it's length, staring at his balls, then through it's massive ridge, almost reaching it's bloated head where precum was flowing and spreading over his hairless abdomen.
She scooped the liquid and used it to smother his shaft while she grinded effortlessly on top of him.
She felt his hardness. It was bigger than her own impending orgasm. It was close, way too close to getting inside, she wanted it to happen. With another forward thrust, she grinded her clit over his oversized penis-head and slowly got her pussy opening towards the head. Just when he thought she would put it in her, she backed up, she slid back all through his cock's underside and reached at his ballsac.
Her brain was going berserk with the feeling. She knew one more moment, he would go inside her. But she held on...she returned to her grinding, pinning his pulsing penis under her pussy. In a sudden move, she thrusted her naked nipples to his face.
She held on to the horizontal bar above his head and leaned down with her offering. She wanted him to grope and suck her nipples. Khurram saw her move and grinned at her misery.
"Mmm...aaah", Tanvi almost screeched when he caught her waist with both his hands and crushed her hard against him. Her hands remained on the bar while her breasts crushed on his vast chest. Then he pulled her upper body a bit above...while she tried to look down at his face, she groaned loudly when he left her waist and caught both her breasts with his hands.
Without allowing her time to think, he squeezed her soft, and fair breasts together, into a pulp, bringing her nipples together, then...he sucked...using his large mouth, he sucked both her nipples inside in one shot, rolled the two hardness together, twirled them separately along with hard crush of her breasts.
Inside her head, Tanvi saw crackers firing and her grinding speed increased because now her clit was rubbing against his cock-head while her vaginal lips started to gape along with her actions.
Khurram couldn't get enough of her supple skin's touch against his hard muscles. She felt the beat of heart in his ears. He was not gentle with his hands, he mauled her breasts like the Banana Muffin dough that she squished once long back, creating electric jolts on her spine.
"You want me to have sex others? Do you?", she gasped and asked with a broken voice.
"Yes, slut...I want you to fuck any asshole that I point at, understood? You WILL open your slut pussy to whoever I ask...your are MINE, my own whore, my bitch", he roared back and gulped her nipples back again, this time, he bit on both mildly, making her cry loudly.
"I willl....Khurraaamjiiii...I am your whore...your bitch...ooooh-gaaaawd-do-it-to-meeee-Khurraamjeee", Tanvi didn't know who screamed those words as it came out from her mouth.
"Do you want me to fuck anyone? Who do you want me to open my legs to?" She bellowed and thrashed as her woman-hole finally got ready for...
"I will sell you, whore...like a cheap slut...understand? I will allow every dick in this Complex and Basti to fuck you like a whore you are, you won't open your dirty mouth to say NO to me, fucking bitch", Khurram grunted loudly as he felt his balls contorting.
"Why Khurramji? I am yours...yours forever...I will be your slut forever...why do you want to give me to others?", deep inside she reeled at the thought of having sex with other men, but she was horrified at the way Khurram was replying.
His intentions were becoming clearer to her.
The wretched old man was going to 'offer' her to anyone whom he wanted to...despite that diabolically frightful thought, her cunt churned another notch by thinking about the opportunity it presented...she would fuck anyone with a dick...that means Dattu was also a possibility...her belly jerked and jolted when her head filled with the images of how she would have sex with the low-life milkman!
"Fuck meeeee", she cried with all her might. It was lost on her how easily she was saying 'fuck' and all other 'curse' words so effortlessly.
Khurram just watched it happening. He peered into her green eyes that were glazed with a fog of tears. He couldn't help but groan with the pleasure that her sloppy pussy was providing.
Then!
The moment she thought her orgasm would hit, she felt herself being removed. Then she was kneeling with the mad man standing with his pussy liquid coated cock thrusting to her mouth.
"Lift your hands, Tanvi", she had to. When she lifted, he held both her hands by wrists in one of his hands. Holding it as high as it would go, he pulled her head with his other hand....
The stench!
Their combined carnal fluids...right in front of her!
"Open your fucking mouth, slut", he barked.
Tanvi's mouth parted, her lips stretched and the next second, his cock, glistening with her own pussy juice, entered inside her mouth...once again.
She was frustrated, angered and moreover about to cry as her orgasm was stopped yet another time. Worst was, this time, her pussy was at the very brink of releasing what it was holding up all this time. Her thighs squeezed against each other pressing her pussy from both ends to contain the pressure and to maintain the momentum...she wanted it, at any cost.
However, Khurram was hellbound to get his pleasure. Nothing else mattered. The woman, whom he wanted fuck, was already his.
The young mother whose chastity he tore apart was below him, taking his cock like a whore, exactly what he wanted to happen. He pushed his cock in and out of her mouth and throat...she gagged...saliva came out like torrents...yet, he continued. She whimpered and cried with all her voices to stop...but the onslaught in her oral crevice never ceased...
"Mmmgnnngh-aaaah", she choked and tried to scream at him for a brief moment. He pulled his cock out of her completely, and paused to look down.
A long transparent thread of her saliva connected between his cock and her mouth...she looked at the obscene view and before she could cry to stop, he pulled her back, re-introducing his cock into her mouth...this time, Khurram made an additional shove...a hard one...there were few inches to be gulped...and with this shove, it blasted into her throats final gate...deep...to his root!
He held her in that position for a moment as he took account.
Tanvi's nose and face were plastered against his pubic bone. Every centimeter of his gargantuan cock was lodged inside her oral cavity.
She choked!
She gagged!
She fought to get away!
Nothing happened. Khurram held her in place.
"Breathe with your nose, bitch. Should I teach you this again?", he grunted.
Tanvi thought she was about to die. The air inside her chest had disappeared much earlier. She was taking small amounts of air and exhaling as little between his push and pull.
But this!
She couldn't open her eyes, her brain went into darkness. She couldn’t breathe.
Then!
"ARRRGGGGGHHH!", she heard a loud roar as she felt her mouth and nose becoming free. Her lungs tried it's best to intake as much air it could.
"FUCCCCKK!", another roar. And, Tanvi blinked open her eyes.
Blast!
First one!
The force of his first torrent hit her like jackhammer!
He pumped and the long, white and thick cum sprayed out of his pee-slit and landed all over her face, from forehead to nose, to her open mouth, till it receded to her chin.
A second one!
This time, he brought her head closer, her mouth...and the heavy spray filled inside her mouth, she had to gulp it inside as she knew the next blasts would be delivered without any break.
And it did!
Khurram held her in his hard clutch, pumped every twitch of his semen torrents into her mouth...at multiple times, she felt the hot liquid coating her open neck and breasts. She couldn't feel anything other than his eruption.
For a time that she felt like forever, the odd couple stayed in that position. Till he finished his expulsion.
Once done, he released her hands and she fell down to the floor. Tanvi gasped for breaths, she was crying, literally crying because the degrading action pushed her mind and body to reach another level of ecstasy. It was her pussy that remained alive...it was still unattended.
Then!
Both Tanvi and Khurram froze!!
"Khurramji, is that you in the Gym", both of them almost jumped when they heard the voice calling out.
It was Mehta!
"Khurramji, you there?", again. It seemed like Mehta was downstairs and was about to climb up to the Gym.
"Quick, take your dress and go inside the Sauna", Khurram pulled her up and asked her to take action and he moved as well to wear his boxer.
Tanvi, whose brain was still figuring it out, in reflex, took her discarded clothes and ran inside the Sauna. She closed the door and cursed the Complex management for not keeping a lock on it. She quickly pulled her top and skirt back on her.
Panty and bra was still in the Gym - right where she removed it - on floor - where Khurram was about to meet Mehta!
"So, you are here? Were you too busy to hear me calling Khurramji?", Mehta was now inside the Gym, hardly few feet away from where Tanvi was hiding.
"Ah, sorry, I was busy here", Khurram replied without showing any emotion in his tone.
"It smells like sex. You bastard!", Mehta laughed.
"Maybe"
"Really? Was there anyone here? Really?", Mehta couldn't stop his excitement as he looked at the abandoned bra and panty.
"Maybe yes", Khurram laughed.
"Who? Who? Sharda?", Mehta wasn't stopping.
Khurram didn't reply and Tanvi stayed without a noise, scared of the exchange.
"Tell me na, you old bastard. Who was it? Tanvi?", Mehta's voice had a sudden thrill in it.
"Maybe", Khurram laughed loudly.
"Fuck! Really? Tanvi? No, no way I would buy it. Possibly Sharda", Mehta continued.
"Why not Tanvi? You think I couldn’t get her here?"
"No...no, it's not that you couldn't. But, would she allow it? Oh...Common...Khurram Sahib, let this old man also have a bit of enjoyment", Mehta wasn’t stopping.
Tanvi's body started shivering with fear.
"Why wasn't Khurramji not sending him away? At least then I could go back and finish it", she winced and cursed at the dirty thought.
"Well, I can't tell you who was here Mehtaji. It's for you to find out. All I can say is, I am thoroughly satisfied by the service I just received", Khurram chuckled.
Tanvi cursed again. "Satisfied? Is that it?"
"Ah, right. You are satisfied...what about me then?"
"You have to be patient my friend. Patience will get you everything. Look at me, I was patient enough and I got the reward, see?" Khurram laughed again and pointed at Tanvi's bra and panty lying on the floor between them.
Tanvi grimaced at the vile old man's words. It was true to the core. His patience found it's fruit. She was his slut now...she just wanted his tool to satisfy her needs...that's all it mattered to her.
"Okay, in that case, I will be patiently waiting, Khuramji. Please don't disappoint me", Mehta replied but continued his questioning.
"But, did she leave already? Whoever it was...I am sure that I heard some noises from here when I was climbing up. Is she in the Sauna? Hiding from me?", Mehta guffawed and walked towards the Sauna.
Khurram coughed. It was an indicator.
Tanvi, without blinking, ran to the other door of the Sauna and stepped outside.
"Shit! She was here all this time!!", she heard Mehta's disappointed voice from the Sauna as she ran to her home. Nothing mattered, she couldn't get caught.
"Shit. Shit", she grunted as she walked briskly from the Gym building to her home.
Once she entered her house and closed the door, she breathed. She felt sweat on her face and wiped with the tee-shit arm. Her eyes bulged when she saw what it came back with.
Khurram's semen was spread on her tee-shirt hand and then she took a count.
"Ding Dong!"
"Who the hell could it be, now?", she cursed and opened to find an amused looking Sharda outside.
"Madamji, you alright? Worked out too much at the Gym? You are sweating all over", her maid said by looking all over at a frozen looking woman.
"Yes, a bit", somehow Tanvi found some words.
"Can I make you a good tea, Madam?", Sharda came closer. "You smell a little bad also, not usual".
Tanvi sprang backwards a bit allowing her maid to walk inside. She knew what the smell was.
"I will take a shower, Sharda, make taht tea and something to eat also", Tanvi walked into a sprint to reach inside her bedroom and once closed, she noticed her mobile phone buzzing, it was on her bed, left as it was earlier.
It was a message from Khurram:
"Get ready for tonight. We are going somewhere to have Dinner. I will make all your dirty wishes come true - so you will finally stop you silly cries"
She read and re-read it few times - and her eyes widened when she read the next message from the mad-devil.
"Make sure to wear the gym-pants from yesterday and a kurta-top. Tanvi - I don't want to see anything inside both of it. Be ready by 8pm"
Tanvi, the woman, the one person who never in her wildest dreams saw this coming...chocked for a proper breath as her head played the two messages again and again with millions of questions that rushed and went unanswered...
"Was he really going to do it?", a question with uncountable and unfathomable repurcussions, if answered, to it's true underlying meaning of his messages formed inside her head.
She sat on her bed...lost...
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