14-06-2026, 09:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 14-06-2026, 09:44 AM by SilverArrow. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
The intense round on the table had left everyone breathless. Condensed milk was still dripping slowly from Monica’s cleavage onto her lap. There was a short break as the men went out one by one to pee and “freshen up.” Monica sat there on the table edge, breathing heavily, trying to wipe the sticky milk from her cleavage with a small napkin, but it only made the thin red dress cling even more obscenely to her heavy breasts.
When the men returned, their eyes immediately locked onto her wet, semi-transparent top. Monica looked up at them with half-lidded eyes, a seductive yet tired smile playing on her lips.
“Guys this table is really hurting me now ..” she said softly, her voice low and husky, deliberately stretching her back a little so her breasts pushed forward.."My body is aching now!!!!”
The men burst into low, knowing laughter. Raju chuckled, “Arre Monica, the real game has not even started..”
Bheem stepped closer, wiping his hands. “Then let’s shift to the bedroom? You’ll be much more comfortable on the bed.”
Monica’s eyes widened playfully. She tilted her head, biting her lower lip. “Bedroom? You guys think you will now all mess up our bedroom ? Ustad, Bheem, Raju… you all have become very badmaash today.”
She laughed softly, but there was clear hesitation mixed with excitement in her voice. The men exchanged glances and started convincing her gently but persistently.
Raju: “Just for a little while, Monica You’ll get proper rest. The table is really hurting you.”
Ustad (in his deep voice): " we’ll make you very comfortable. Promise.”
After a few minutes of teasing back-and-forth, Monica finally gave in with a dramatic sigh. “Theek hai… but only for sitting. No harkat on the bed..bhailog...”
The men grinned. As soon as she was on her feet, the group moved towards the bedroom. Ustad was the last one in. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind them with a soft click, the sound echoing like a final seal. Rakesh was guided in last, still blindfolded and stumbling slightly from all the drinks.
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The bedroom was cozy, with soft warm yellow lights already on. The big bed looked inviting yet dangerous in this moment. Monica sat down slowly in the center of the bed, her red dress still damp and clinging. The men pulled chairs and sat around her in a semi-circle — Ustad on the left, Bheem on the right, Raju directly in front. Rakesh was made to sit on a chair right in the middle, facing her, completely blindfolded.
For almost a minute, there was complete silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then Ustad was blindfolded with a piece of cloth. Bheem stood up with a wicked smile. He had brought a plate with thick, mashy chocolate cream cake. Without any warning, he scooped a big portion with his hand and slowly, deliberately smeared it all over Monica’s upper thighs — thick, heavy, cold chunks sticking to her smooth skin, some sliding down towards her inner thighs.
Monica gasped sharply. “Bheem!! What are you doing?! Yeh kya… nahi… it’s so cold… ahh!” Her thighs trembled. She tried to close her legs, but Bheem’s strong hands kept them apart gently but firmly. The cold cake against her warm skin sent shivers up her spine. She was already horny from the previous round, but this fresh sensation made her bite her lips hard.
The lights were dimmed further, creating an even more intimate, almost sinful glow in the room.
And then Ustad unleashed.
Like a hungry bull finally let loose, the blindfolded Ustad leaned forward. His hands grabbed her thighs firmly. In one raw motion, he pulled her skirt up high, bunching it around her waist. Monica’s full red lacy panties were suddenly exposed to everyone — tiny, negligible, barely covering anything. The thin strings and small triangular patch left almost nothing to the imagination. The men froze for a second, shocked and rock hard.
Raju (voice thick with lust): “Fuck… Monica … what kind of panties are those? You wear such tiny chaddi even to the office?”
Bheem (grinning shamelessly): “Saali? Look at the size of this thing… madarchod, it’s barely covering her chut.”
Ustad didn’t wait. He dove in like a maniac, his tongue and mouth attacking the chocolate on her upper thighs and right next to the edge of her tiny panties. Loud, wet, slurping sounds filled the room as he licked greedily, his thick black beard getting messy with chocolate.
Monica’s reaction was instant and shameless. “Aaaahhh… Ustad!! Oh god… slowly… what are you doing… everyone is seeing my panties!!” She moaned loudly, crazily, her head falling back. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her body arched. The humiliation of being exposed like this in front of her husband’s friends hit her hard, but the pleasure was stronger. She was moaning like a whore in her own bed, and she knew it.
Rakesh, blindfolded, could only hear her loud, broken moans and the filthy comments. His face burned with shame even in that incoherent stage...
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Before Monica could recover, Ustad, in raw brute force, grabbed the side of her already bunched-up skirt and flared it open with one powerful tug. The fabric tore audibly.
Monica shrieked in genuine shock. “Ustad!!! No!!! What have you done!!”
But he didn’t stop. With another strong pull, he tore the dress further from below, right up to her panties. The red dress ripped open, fully exposing her tiny lacy thong and the smooth skin around it.
Monica panicked. She quickly grabbed a pillow and tried to cover her exposed lower half.
“Hayy raam…What is this ...stop ..what the fuck....please…”
But it was just too late. She was fully exposed in just her bra and that ridiculously small panty. Her face was flushed deep red with shock, shame, and overwhelming arousal.
“Ustad… you’ve gone completely mad! You tore my dress?! Seriously? Lost your mind ??” she said breathlessly, still trying to cover herself with the pillow while her thighs trembled under his continued licking.
Ustad, like a possessed dog, kept licking the edges of her tiny panties, his tongue teasing the thin fabric, tasting the mix of chocolate and her own wetness seeping through.
The men continued their filthy commentary, their tents obvious and shameless.
Raju: “Look at this panty… it’s disappearing between her gaand. Bahut fashionable ho gayi hai aajkal ki biwiyan.”
Monica, still holding the pillow, moaned loudly again as Ustad’s tongue flicked dangerously close. “Ahhh… you all are so so dirty… Ahhh.. Ahhhhhhh ....ohh..ohh fuck…”
The humiliation was burning her, but she couldn’t stop moaning.
When the men returned, their eyes immediately locked onto her wet, semi-transparent top. Monica looked up at them with half-lidded eyes, a seductive yet tired smile playing on her lips.
“Guys this table is really hurting me now ..” she said softly, her voice low and husky, deliberately stretching her back a little so her breasts pushed forward.."My body is aching now!!!!”
The men burst into low, knowing laughter. Raju chuckled, “Arre Monica, the real game has not even started..”
Bheem stepped closer, wiping his hands. “Then let’s shift to the bedroom? You’ll be much more comfortable on the bed.”
Monica’s eyes widened playfully. She tilted her head, biting her lower lip. “Bedroom? You guys think you will now all mess up our bedroom ? Ustad, Bheem, Raju… you all have become very badmaash today.”
She laughed softly, but there was clear hesitation mixed with excitement in her voice. The men exchanged glances and started convincing her gently but persistently.
Raju: “Just for a little while, Monica You’ll get proper rest. The table is really hurting you.”
Ustad (in his deep voice): " we’ll make you very comfortable. Promise.”
After a few minutes of teasing back-and-forth, Monica finally gave in with a dramatic sigh. “Theek hai… but only for sitting. No harkat on the bed..bhailog...”
The men grinned. As soon as she was on her feet, the group moved towards the bedroom. Ustad was the last one in. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind them with a soft click, the sound echoing like a final seal. Rakesh was guided in last, still blindfolded and stumbling slightly from all the drinks.
The bedroom was cozy, with soft warm yellow lights already on. The big bed looked inviting yet dangerous in this moment. Monica sat down slowly in the center of the bed, her red dress still damp and clinging. The men pulled chairs and sat around her in a semi-circle — Ustad on the left, Bheem on the right, Raju directly in front. Rakesh was made to sit on a chair right in the middle, facing her, completely blindfolded.
For almost a minute, there was complete silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then Ustad was blindfolded with a piece of cloth. Bheem stood up with a wicked smile. He had brought a plate with thick, mashy chocolate cream cake. Without any warning, he scooped a big portion with his hand and slowly, deliberately smeared it all over Monica’s upper thighs — thick, heavy, cold chunks sticking to her smooth skin, some sliding down towards her inner thighs.
Monica gasped sharply. “Bheem!! What are you doing?! Yeh kya… nahi… it’s so cold… ahh!” Her thighs trembled. She tried to close her legs, but Bheem’s strong hands kept them apart gently but firmly. The cold cake against her warm skin sent shivers up her spine. She was already horny from the previous round, but this fresh sensation made her bite her lips hard.
The lights were dimmed further, creating an even more intimate, almost sinful glow in the room.
And then Ustad unleashed.
Like a hungry bull finally let loose, the blindfolded Ustad leaned forward. His hands grabbed her thighs firmly. In one raw motion, he pulled her skirt up high, bunching it around her waist. Monica’s full red lacy panties were suddenly exposed to everyone — tiny, negligible, barely covering anything. The thin strings and small triangular patch left almost nothing to the imagination. The men froze for a second, shocked and rock hard.
Raju (voice thick with lust): “Fuck… Monica … what kind of panties are those? You wear such tiny chaddi even to the office?”
Bheem (grinning shamelessly): “Saali? Look at the size of this thing… madarchod, it’s barely covering her chut.”
Ustad didn’t wait. He dove in like a maniac, his tongue and mouth attacking the chocolate on her upper thighs and right next to the edge of her tiny panties. Loud, wet, slurping sounds filled the room as he licked greedily, his thick black beard getting messy with chocolate.
Monica’s reaction was instant and shameless. “Aaaahhh… Ustad!! Oh god… slowly… what are you doing… everyone is seeing my panties!!” She moaned loudly, crazily, her head falling back. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. Her body arched. The humiliation of being exposed like this in front of her husband’s friends hit her hard, but the pleasure was stronger. She was moaning like a whore in her own bed, and she knew it.
Rakesh, blindfolded, could only hear her loud, broken moans and the filthy comments. His face burned with shame even in that incoherent stage...
Before Monica could recover, Ustad, in raw brute force, grabbed the side of her already bunched-up skirt and flared it open with one powerful tug. The fabric tore audibly.
Monica shrieked in genuine shock. “Ustad!!! No!!! What have you done!!”
But he didn’t stop. With another strong pull, he tore the dress further from below, right up to her panties. The red dress ripped open, fully exposing her tiny lacy thong and the smooth skin around it.
Monica panicked. She quickly grabbed a pillow and tried to cover her exposed lower half.
“Hayy raam…What is this ...stop ..what the fuck....please…”
But it was just too late. She was fully exposed in just her bra and that ridiculously small panty. Her face was flushed deep red with shock, shame, and overwhelming arousal.
“Ustad… you’ve gone completely mad! You tore my dress?! Seriously? Lost your mind ??” she said breathlessly, still trying to cover herself with the pillow while her thighs trembled under his continued licking.
Ustad, like a possessed dog, kept licking the edges of her tiny panties, his tongue teasing the thin fabric, tasting the mix of chocolate and her own wetness seeping through.
The men continued their filthy commentary, their tents obvious and shameless.
Raju: “Look at this panty… it’s disappearing between her gaand. Bahut fashionable ho gayi hai aajkal ki biwiyan.”
Monica, still holding the pillow, moaned loudly again as Ustad’s tongue flicked dangerously close. “Ahhh… you all are so so dirty… Ahhh.. Ahhhhhhh ....ohh..ohh fuck…”
The humiliation was burning her, but she couldn’t stop moaning.
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