24-09-2026, 09:01 PM
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Chapter : The most unbelievable escalation
Ranga drove into her one last brutal time, hips locked tight against the raw, scbangd flesh of her ass, the thick length of him buried so deep she felt the pulse of him through the thin condom. Monica’s scream tore out of her again, high and broken, mixing with the fading echo of the truck horn outside.
He stayed there a second longer, breathing hard against her neck, then pulled out in one wet, sudden slide. The emptiness made her gasp. A thick string of her own juices clung to the condom and snapped against her thigh.
“Get up,” he said, voice rough.
Monica’s legs trembled when he hauled her off the desk. Her ass burned where the wood had punished it; her cunt felt open and used. She tried to put her bra back up, desperately trying to find some scrap of dignity, but Ranga had a crazy sinister plan in mind.
He quietly dragged the metal chair into the middle of the cabin, the legs screeching on the concrete, and sat onto the chair. He stretched open his hairy legs and commanded Monica
“Come here.”
“Fuck you,” Monica spat, voice still sassy even though it was ruined from moaning. “I’m not—”
He reached out, caught her wrist, and yanked her down between his thighs. She stumbled, palms slamming against his shoulders for balance. Before she could push away he hooked one of her ankles and lifted her right foot, planting it firmly on the seat of the chair beside his hip. The position forced her to stand unbalanced, one foot on the floor, one foot up on the chair, her body half-turned away from him. Her ass was right above his cock.
And what an ass it was.
Monica’s ass was a soft, heavy, shamelessly full thing — two thick, fair, pillowy globes that jiggled with every tiny shift of her weight. The skin was fair and smooth- the kind of skin one would find only in high class sophisticated chicks of Gurgaon. But right now the lower curves of her ass were flushed a deep, angry red from the wood, the marks already blooming into the soft flesh. The cleft between those heavy ass cheeks was deep and shadowed, still glistening with the thin trail of cunt juice that had run down earlier. When she stood like this, one leg lifted, the entire heavy mass of her ass was forced open and presented to Ranga— the soft undersides trembling, the full lower curves spilling outward, the tight, puckered hole at the centre looking almost too small for what was about to happen. It was the kind of ass that looked expensive and spoiled
“Sit,” Ranga ordered.
Monica looked down over her shoulder, eyes flashing, already realising the absolute sinister plan Ranga was upto.
He was planning to fuck Monica’s Ass
.
“You absolute bastard. You already wrecked my cunt. You’re not putting that thing in my —” Monica yelled as she struggled for balance under Ranga’s heavy weight.
Ranga spat into his palm, reached between those heavy, trembling ass cheeks, and smeared his wet saliva straight over her tight ass hole. Two rough fingers pressed, circled, then pushed in just enough to make her jolt. She hissed.
Monica was not ready for an ass fuck. She screamed in excitement and denial. But there is not much she can do now. She was already enjoying like hell
“I said sit on my cock with your ass, Monica.”
He didn’t force her down yet. He just held her hips steady, the blunt pressure right there against the tight ring of her ass, and looked up at her with that dark, satisfied stare.
“You want Deshmukh to be taken care right ? Then you sit on it with your ass. All the way. Yourself.”
Monica’s breath came fast. She could feel the heat of him, the way the head already stretched the rim of her ass just from the contact. Her free leg trembled. She tried to lift off, but his hands on her hips were iron.
“I hate you,” she whispered, sassy and shaking at the same time. “I fucking hate you, Ranga.”
Then, slowly—because he wasn’t going to do it for her—she started to lower herself onto his cock with her ass.
It was probably the most degrading thing she could ever imagine. She will be getting ass fucked by a history sheeter.
The thick head forced the tight hole of her ass open with a slow, burning stretch that made her cry out. “Ah—fuck—Ranga No..Ahh ahh —”
“Keep going. Put your ass all the way down on it.”
She sank another inch, thighs shaking, the stretch turning white-hot as her ass was forced to swallow more of him. Her sassy mouth kept fighting even as her body yielded. “You’re—ah—you’re a fucking animal—this is—nnngh—not fair Ranga ..ahh ahhhh”
Ranga’s hands stayed locked on her hips, guiding but not pushing, making her take her own weight into her ass. Another inch. The condom-slick shaft filled the tight channel of her ass, thick and relentless. Monica’s head dropped forward; a long, broken moan spilled out of her before she could stop it.
“Look at that,” he growled. “Your ass is eating my cock. Keep sitting. Take my cock deeper in your ass.”
She dropped further, the burn sharp and deep, until the soft, heavy cheeks of her ass finally met his thighs and every last inch was buried inside her ass. The stretch was brutal. She could feel him pulsing against the tight walls of her ass, the heat of him, the way her body had no choice but to open around the invasion of her ass. A fresh rush of cunt juice dripped down onto his balls.
“Fuck… you…” she gasped, voice still trying to stay sharp. “You—ah—ah- you bastard.. It’s paining Ranga please”
Ranga’s answer was to lock one arm around her waist, plant the other hand between her shoulder blades, and start thrusting upward into her ass in short, savage strokes.
The first upward punch of his cock into her ass drove a raw scream out of Monica. “Ranga—slow—ahhh—hay Bhagwan…”
He fucked up into her ass hard, using the unstable stance against her. Every time she tried to rise on the one foot still on the floor, he simply pulled her back down so his cock slammed deeper into her ass. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding her ass filled the cabin—obscene, rhythmic, unmistakable. Her heavy tits bounced hard. Sweat ran down the valley between them and dripped onto his forearm.
Monica’s sassy mouth still tried. “I—ah—fuck—I’m only doing this because—nnngh—you’re a corrupt piece of—ahhh—shit..”
He slammed up harder into her ass. The angle drove him deep enough that she felt it in her stomach. Her free leg gave out for a second; she almost collapsed forward, but his arm around her waist held her locked in place, forced to stay seated so his cock could keep claiming her ass with every brutal stroke.
“You bastard—ah—my ass is—burning” Monica could hardly speak amidst moaning!
“And still you are dripping.” Ranga smirked and reached around with his free hand and slapped her ass. Monica jerked, a fresh rush of juice spilling down the shaft still buried deep in her ass. “Your cunt is jealous of your ass. Listen to it while I keep fucking your ass.”
The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder as he continued fucking her ass without mercy. Every upward thrust forced another broken sound out of her—anger and pleasure tangled so tightly she couldn’t separate them. Her one foot on the chair seat slipped a little on sweat; the unstable balance made every stroke of his cock into her ass feel more intense, more inescapable.
“Ranga—wait—ahhh—I can’t—I can’t do this anymore—”
“You can. And you will. I’m going to keep fucking your ass until I am done sweetie!”
Monica’s head tipped back. Another raw, open moan tore out of her.
Ranga drove into her one last brutal time, hips locked tight against the raw, scbangd flesh of her ass, the thick length of him buried so deep she felt the pulse of him through the thin condom. Monica’s scream tore out of her again, high and broken, mixing with the fading echo of the truck horn outside.
He stayed there a second longer, breathing hard against her neck, then pulled out in one wet, sudden slide. The emptiness made her gasp. A thick string of her own juices clung to the condom and snapped against her thigh.
“Get up,” he said, voice rough.
Monica’s legs trembled when he hauled her off the desk. Her ass burned where the wood had punished it; her cunt felt open and used. She tried to put her bra back up, desperately trying to find some scrap of dignity, but Ranga had a crazy sinister plan in mind.
He quietly dragged the metal chair into the middle of the cabin, the legs screeching on the concrete, and sat onto the chair. He stretched open his hairy legs and commanded Monica
“Come here.”
“Fuck you,” Monica spat, voice still sassy even though it was ruined from moaning. “I’m not—”
He reached out, caught her wrist, and yanked her down between his thighs. She stumbled, palms slamming against his shoulders for balance. Before she could push away he hooked one of her ankles and lifted her right foot, planting it firmly on the seat of the chair beside his hip. The position forced her to stand unbalanced, one foot on the floor, one foot up on the chair, her body half-turned away from him. Her ass was right above his cock.
And what an ass it was.
Monica’s ass was a soft, heavy, shamelessly full thing — two thick, fair, pillowy globes that jiggled with every tiny shift of her weight. The skin was fair and smooth- the kind of skin one would find only in high class sophisticated chicks of Gurgaon. But right now the lower curves of her ass were flushed a deep, angry red from the wood, the marks already blooming into the soft flesh. The cleft between those heavy ass cheeks was deep and shadowed, still glistening with the thin trail of cunt juice that had run down earlier. When she stood like this, one leg lifted, the entire heavy mass of her ass was forced open and presented to Ranga— the soft undersides trembling, the full lower curves spilling outward, the tight, puckered hole at the centre looking almost too small for what was about to happen. It was the kind of ass that looked expensive and spoiled
“Sit,” Ranga ordered.
Monica looked down over her shoulder, eyes flashing, already realising the absolute sinister plan Ranga was upto.
He was planning to fuck Monica’s Ass
.
“You absolute bastard. You already wrecked my cunt. You’re not putting that thing in my —” Monica yelled as she struggled for balance under Ranga’s heavy weight.
Ranga spat into his palm, reached between those heavy, trembling ass cheeks, and smeared his wet saliva straight over her tight ass hole. Two rough fingers pressed, circled, then pushed in just enough to make her jolt. She hissed.
Monica was not ready for an ass fuck. She screamed in excitement and denial. But there is not much she can do now. She was already enjoying like hell
“I said sit on my cock with your ass, Monica.”
He didn’t force her down yet. He just held her hips steady, the blunt pressure right there against the tight ring of her ass, and looked up at her with that dark, satisfied stare.
“You want Deshmukh to be taken care right ? Then you sit on it with your ass. All the way. Yourself.”
Monica’s breath came fast. She could feel the heat of him, the way the head already stretched the rim of her ass just from the contact. Her free leg trembled. She tried to lift off, but his hands on her hips were iron.
“I hate you,” she whispered, sassy and shaking at the same time. “I fucking hate you, Ranga.”
Then, slowly—because he wasn’t going to do it for her—she started to lower herself onto his cock with her ass.
It was probably the most degrading thing she could ever imagine. She will be getting ass fucked by a history sheeter.
The thick head forced the tight hole of her ass open with a slow, burning stretch that made her cry out. “Ah—fuck—Ranga No..Ahh ahh —”
“Keep going. Put your ass all the way down on it.”
She sank another inch, thighs shaking, the stretch turning white-hot as her ass was forced to swallow more of him. Her sassy mouth kept fighting even as her body yielded. “You’re—ah—you’re a fucking animal—this is—nnngh—not fair Ranga ..ahh ahhhh”
Ranga’s hands stayed locked on her hips, guiding but not pushing, making her take her own weight into her ass. Another inch. The condom-slick shaft filled the tight channel of her ass, thick and relentless. Monica’s head dropped forward; a long, broken moan spilled out of her before she could stop it.
“Look at that,” he growled. “Your ass is eating my cock. Keep sitting. Take my cock deeper in your ass.”
She dropped further, the burn sharp and deep, until the soft, heavy cheeks of her ass finally met his thighs and every last inch was buried inside her ass. The stretch was brutal. She could feel him pulsing against the tight walls of her ass, the heat of him, the way her body had no choice but to open around the invasion of her ass. A fresh rush of cunt juice dripped down onto his balls.
“Fuck… you…” she gasped, voice still trying to stay sharp. “You—ah—ah- you bastard.. It’s paining Ranga please”
Ranga’s answer was to lock one arm around her waist, plant the other hand between her shoulder blades, and start thrusting upward into her ass in short, savage strokes.
The first upward punch of his cock into her ass drove a raw scream out of Monica. “Ranga—slow—ahhh—hay Bhagwan…”
He fucked up into her ass hard, using the unstable stance against her. Every time she tried to rise on the one foot still on the floor, he simply pulled her back down so his cock slammed deeper into her ass. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding her ass filled the cabin—obscene, rhythmic, unmistakable. Her heavy tits bounced hard. Sweat ran down the valley between them and dripped onto his forearm.
Monica’s sassy mouth still tried. “I—ah—fuck—I’m only doing this because—nnngh—you’re a corrupt piece of—ahhh—shit..”
He slammed up harder into her ass. The angle drove him deep enough that she felt it in her stomach. Her free leg gave out for a second; she almost collapsed forward, but his arm around her waist held her locked in place, forced to stay seated so his cock could keep claiming her ass with every brutal stroke.
“You bastard—ah—my ass is—burning” Monica could hardly speak amidst moaning!
“And still you are dripping.” Ranga smirked and reached around with his free hand and slapped her ass. Monica jerked, a fresh rush of juice spilling down the shaft still buried deep in her ass. “Your cunt is jealous of your ass. Listen to it while I keep fucking your ass.”
The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder as he continued fucking her ass without mercy. Every upward thrust forced another broken sound out of her—anger and pleasure tangled so tightly she couldn’t separate them. Her one foot on the chair seat slipped a little on sweat; the unstable balance made every stroke of his cock into her ass feel more intense, more inescapable.
“Ranga—wait—ahhh—I can’t—I can’t do this anymore—”
“You can. And you will. I’m going to keep fucking your ass until I am done sweetie!”
Monica’s head tipped back. Another raw, open moan tore out of her.
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