Adultery Transformation to a Randi (Whore) _(RETUNED: After I had fight with my Hubby)

[Desilover2021]

 I had never imagined such a situation for any girl, but that was happening to me. It was a very embarrassing moment and I was feeling helpless. I just turned my face to the other side, avoiding their face-off. 


Aatif remained in position, keeping his full-length cock plugged to my pussy and replied annoyingly, “Abhi aur time lagega ….ab tum jaaoo (I will take more time… now you leave)”. 
Uncle:  “Thik hai tu kar ne…. main yahin huin… per jaldi kariho…(Okay… you finish yourself.  I am here … but do it fast).”


Aatif:  “Abbu, to kya ... ab khade ho kar sab dekhoge…….. thik hai to dekho….. (Dad, then what? …. Do you want to watch everything while standing here?… What is this…?  Okay … then watch it)”. 
Annoyingly Aatif resumed his pumping again. It was an absolutely embarrassing situation for me. Minutes before, I was gladly receiving Aatif brutal fuck and covertly appreciating his potential too.    But now, I was out of mood, no more longings to get fucked. Neither, I was not able to speak a word to confront or resist anyone.


Uncle sat beside my head, caressed my hair and said… “badi mast laundia hai…(She is a hot girl)” . Then he touched my lips, rubbed it a couple of times and then tried his one finger. I was off-mood, filled with a lot of hatred for them, their behavior  and so, resisted him annoyingly by turning my head away. He held my chin by other hand and inserted his thumb inside with force. Aatif was not taking any concern on his father's intrusion.

  He had resumed his pace, even pumping his cock more strongly while grabbing me by my boobs as before.   By each of his thrust, I was getting pushed away by a few inches, although I was holding his arms to balance myself.  As I was not able to keep myself balanced on Aatif strokes, he left my boobs and held me firmly by my arms.  On other hand, Uncle was fucking my mouth by his thumb and as soon as my boobs got free from Aatif clutch, he grabbed one in another hand and started caressing simultaneously. 

My other boob was shaking with Aatif strokes in rhythm, demonstrating his thrust power.  After some moment Uncle took out his thumb and inserted another two i.e., index and middle fingers together. And soon later, he whispered in desire… “Laudaa chusobi…mara (want to suck my cock…”)”.  I was stunned by his comments. These types of slang, I used to hear from cheap rowdies at my city nukkkadd (crossings)…  which were made to abuse girls and relieve their frustrations. But listening to the same slang by that old junk was shocking.


He then, left my boob and started rubbing his cock passionately underneath his lungi, while continued finger-fucking my mouth by his other hand. I was lying more like a lifeless doll, where both father and son, satisfying their longings of fucking an upper-class modern girl.  Though, I was feeling some physical pleasures at my cunt by the rhythmic fuck of Aatif, but that was not connecting to my emotions.  Uncle added two more fingers and now he was fucking my mouth with his four fingers together, making it equally thick as his cock. In excitement, he repeated again… “bol na randi….Lauda chusobi.. mera..”. This time he pulled out his semi hardened cock and began stroking passionately by his hand.


 Seeing his excitement with ongoing comments, I realized his seriousness. This is what he came for. It would be hardly an hour of his fucking, he rebuilt his temptation and came with reloaded gun. But, more than that, I was afraid of the thing he was looking for. I never did any oral till yet. Though I had seen it before in many porn movies, and was curious about doing that. But neither Rakesh asked me, nor I could do it in shyness. But absolutely never thought of doing with such a cheap person, even in my bad dream. These guys were too filthy to think about, even for normal sex. 
  

However the things happening there with me, were not in my command. All were depending on their desire, all I could do was only pray. That moment was very humiliating. I was feeling extremely low on being in such a situation between the father –son duo. But on the other hand, on being in such a deprived condition, getting abused by their foul language, being humiliated and treated as a sex doll, I was getting a different kind of feeling. A feeling I have been thinking about since my teen age, when all those road side filthy rowdies were passing filthy comments on me. Although I was always hating them for their indecent conduct, I was also curious about their abnormal sex drive and even thinking about how badly they will treat me, if they get any chance.  

And recalling all those thoughts, an erotic feeling started prompting inside me.   Uncle cock was hard again. He removed his fingers and caught my chin with some pressure making my mouth open and murmured … “le taiyaar hai mera laudaa…. ab chus aur maje le (See my cock is ready for you… suck it and enjoy)”.  And saying that he asked Aatif…… “Aatif… chal ab eshe ghodee bana…au tu piche se le… (Aatif… make her in a doggy position … and you take her from behind)”. 



I thought Atif will get annoyed on such disturbance as he was fucking me with full enthusiasm. But he followed his command without any objection, possibly he also wanted to change his position and fuck in doggy position. Aatif got up and gave a small slap on my thigh and said… “Chal utth …. Uthh aur ghodi ban ja.. (Hey… get up now….  and be on your four like a bitch)”.  That was too much, I felt disgraced. Their tone changed suddenly; they were treating me as a real whore. 

Such cheap fellows, who couldn't even dare to touch me in day light, now commanding me like a slut.  It was true that I was gaining my mood again and cooperating with them for my own craving, but how can I bear such treatment?