10-07-2019, 06:32 AM
Part 8
The mongrel raised its front paws and put them on Shilpa's tshirt covered back...... and it suddenly hit me why Tariq had tied her there with a t-shirt on and not completely naked. He knew she would get fucked by a dog, and he did not want the dog's nails to scratch her body. Which made me
wonder..... how regularly had Shilpa been fucked by dogs too? On screen, the dog was humping, but unable to find the pussy to drill his dick into. His dick kept hitting her thighs or her butt. After about a minute of futile attempts, the dog finally met with success. And I saw Shilpa's legs and buttcheeks quiver as the dog cock entered her.
Anyone who has seen dogs doing it on the street knows that they don't believe in starting off slow. The dog was hammering Shilpa's pussy hard, and she seemed to be liking it. Meanwhile the camera moved. Whoever was doing the recording, presumably Johnny, moved to the side to get a better view. And a better view it was, because it showed the actions sideways.
The dog was pounding away at Shilpa really hard, his paws now next to her side, and her lovely boobs were swaying rapidly like two fleshy pendulums. I always loved looking at Shilpa's tits move when we had sex, but the speed with which they were moving no was uncomparable to anything else. The only thing this video wasn't able to show was Shilpa's face, which was on the other side of the fence. But I am sure it had the most primal and lustful expressions on it.
After about ten minutes, the dog started fucking her even harder, and I noticed the knot in his cock expanding. He was cumming in her! Shilpa's cunt, which had already played host to more men than I could keep count of, was now being sprayed by dog cum too. Finally, the dog was done shooting his seed in her. And was stuck to her. He moved his paws to one side of Shilpa, and stayed knotted like that, one leg resting on her butt and the other on the ground. After a few more minutes, he brought the other leg over her butt too, and was able to turn around.
Imagine the sight. My wife.... my supposedly sophisticated, artistic and loving wife, was stuck butt-to-butt with a stray mongrel dog, out in the open. The dog occasionally tried to pull away, but the knot had not shrunk yet. Finally, after about fifteen minutes or so, when the dog pulled, his dick came out of Shilpa's pussy. And a lot of his semen poured out of her cunt.
The whole scene had been too erotic, and I realized I had a hard on. I grabbed the remote, and hit the rewind button to the point where the dog first appeared. And then, with my cock out, I started masturbating. I watched the whole scene again, jacking off my cock. Right from the dog sniffing her cunt, her enticing him, his mounting and fucking her rapidly, to their being stuck butt to butt. I started shooting a big loan of semen, and it sprayed all around....on my shirt, on the couch, on the table. It felt good.
I continued watching the scene. It lasted for half an hour more, during the course of which, two more dogs fucked her. Now that her cunt reeked of dog semen, she was considered one of them, so there weren't the initial sniffing games like with the first dog. When the third dog was stuck butt-to-butt with her, three men came. They seemed agitated. Hearing the commotion, Tariq came out and started talking to them.
Obviously, I could not hear the conversation, but it was kind of funny how the men and Tariq kept discussing something even as Shilpa was tied down there on her knees, stuck to a dog. At the end of the discussion, Tariq untied Shilpa, and opened her blindfold and removed the tape over her mouth. Rubbing her wrists, and her pussy turn by turn, she nonchalantly walked past the men, and entered the gate. She walked towards the door and the scene ended.
And the next scene began.
The next scene had taken place at night. It took place in the backyard lit by two light bulbs on the wall. With the already grainy quality of the picture and the dim light, things were not very visible. What I could make out though was that Shilpa was tied to the fence again. This time she was inside the fence. And she was not on her knees, but on her feet, bent over, and dressed in a leather teddy. And some guy was fucking her from behind as about four other guys sat on lawn chairs nearby, but Tariq wasn't one of them. As I paid more attention, I noticed that there was a gag ball in Shilpa's mouth, her eyes were closed, but the look of pleasure on her face, even in that dim light, was unmistakable.
The guy got done fucking her and stepped back. I expected someone else to start fucking her, but instead, all four men got up and came towards Shilpa. They all had something in their hands. Two men had paddles, and two others had thin canes. They took positions all around her and started paddling and caning her ass. Really hard. I knew Shilpa liked to get spanked, but the force with which the men were hitting her was almost brutal. The camera zoomed in on her face, and tears were streaming down her eyes. But even though she was crying, I could tell that she was enjoying the punishment.
The guy who had just finished fucking her sat on the chair for a while, watching the other men beat my wife's ass black and blue. And then he got up, moved to the front so he was next to her, and took the gag ball out of her mouth. He started speaking to her and she started replying. She was still crying, but whatever she was saying, did not seem to be a cry for help based on her expressions. The conversed for a while and then he moved to the back. He took the cane out of one guy's hand, and that guy moved to the front.
He bent under Shilpa's body and then stood up facing her, between her tied hands and in the fence. He then grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head down. From the angle the camera was at, I couldn't see her face, but it was clear that she was sucking his dick.
Finally after a few more minutes, the men stopped paddling and caning her ass and got to fucking her one by one. I sat there on the couch, watching my leather-clad wife getting abused by four men, and I did not realize when I drifted into slumberland.
The next morning, I had taken a day off from work. I was in my car, speeding towards the farmhouse to confront Shilpa and Tariq. I had the invitation on the seat next to me. At first glance, it seemed like a normal party invitation. But reading it made clear what it actually was.
It said -
"For seven days and seven nights - an exquisite female slave at your service to be used as you please. Entry by invitation only. Please display this card to the security at the entrance. The card will admit you and you alone. No other men. Only companions allowed are females younger than 40 and dogs. Address and directions below."
That's what had been happening? Tariq's invitees were getting to fuck Shilpa, spank her, whip her, paddle her....do anything with her they please. And people were allowed to bring their dogs? I was sure that no matter what I had imagined to be happening at the farmhouse, the reality was more perverse and depraved than it.
At about 10 a.m. I pulled up in front of the farm house. There were a handful of cars parked outside. As I opened the gate and walked in, I saw two burly men in blue uniforms standing in front of the door. As I walked up to them, one of the men said,
"Invitation card?"
I fished out the card from the pocket and handed it to him. He looked at it carefully, gave it back to me, and opened the door. As I was walking in, he said to me,
"You should hurry, because she usually sleeps in an hour or so."
I nodded and entered. In front of the door was a wall making up a small passageway. I walked along it and entered a big living room. The scene I saw was very erotic. A reasonably attractive woman who was not Shilpa, was dressed in a leather teddy, blindfolded and was on all fours. A man, completely naked except for a leather mask, was fucking her from behind. And in front of her was a casually dressed man slapping the woman. As I walked in, the two men looked at me for a moment and went back to abusing the woman.
Across the room were two doors. I walked towards them, trying to locate my wife. I poked my head inside one door and saw an empty dining room. The other door opened into another passageway which had a few more doors. I opened the first two and peeked inside, but they were empty. I tried to open the the third door, but it seemed locked. I jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't open. Just as I was about to knock on it, a voice said
"Don't disturb them."
I turned around and saw the voice belonged to Tariq, standing at the end of the passageway. He was dressed in a plain red bathrobe, and had a cup in his right hand. As our eyes met, a look of recognition shone on his face and he smiled at me,
"Arun! How nice of you to drop by!" he said. I looked at him. The last time I had met this man was when I had gone to pick Shilpa up from her class. He had been standing outside and Shilpa had introduced the two of us.
"You bastard!!" I yelled, running at him with my clenched fist raised. He stared at me as I got closer, and just as I was about to punch him in the face, he rapidly ducked at the last second. My fist hit empty air, and I suddenly felt a hard punch land in my solar plexus instead. Tariq had punched me instead. I reeled at the impact and bent over. That's when I feel another punch land on my neck and then a chop in the back of my head. I felt the light fade from my eyes and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was on a bed in on of the rooms I had earlier poked my head into. I sat up, holding my neck which still hurt. I got up and tried to open the door, but it was bolted from outside. I banged on the door and shouted for a while, but no one responded. That's when I heard a phone ringing. It was a small phone on the wall. I stared at it for a few seconds and then picked up the receiver and put it to my ear silently.
"Arun?" Tariq's voice said.
"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!" I yelled into the phone.
"I want to do that, Arun. And I will. But first I need an assurance." he said.
"Open the fucking door!" I yelled.
"I will. But first I want your assurance that you will not get violent. Let's talk like adults. If you assure me of that,
I will let you out." he said calmly. I
stayed silent, fuming.
"If you do get violent, just remember how easily I knocked you out. I didn't do you any permanent damage, because I can understand your being upset. But the next time you attack me, I will break some bone in your body. So what do you say, Arun? Can we talk like adults without getting worked up?"
"Fine." I said.
"I need your solemn word." Tariq said.
"I give you my solemn word that I won't get violent."
The phone clicked and went silent. A few seconds later, the door opened.
The mongrel raised its front paws and put them on Shilpa's tshirt covered back...... and it suddenly hit me why Tariq had tied her there with a t-shirt on and not completely naked. He knew she would get fucked by a dog, and he did not want the dog's nails to scratch her body. Which made me
wonder..... how regularly had Shilpa been fucked by dogs too? On screen, the dog was humping, but unable to find the pussy to drill his dick into. His dick kept hitting her thighs or her butt. After about a minute of futile attempts, the dog finally met with success. And I saw Shilpa's legs and buttcheeks quiver as the dog cock entered her.
Anyone who has seen dogs doing it on the street knows that they don't believe in starting off slow. The dog was hammering Shilpa's pussy hard, and she seemed to be liking it. Meanwhile the camera moved. Whoever was doing the recording, presumably Johnny, moved to the side to get a better view. And a better view it was, because it showed the actions sideways.
The dog was pounding away at Shilpa really hard, his paws now next to her side, and her lovely boobs were swaying rapidly like two fleshy pendulums. I always loved looking at Shilpa's tits move when we had sex, but the speed with which they were moving no was uncomparable to anything else. The only thing this video wasn't able to show was Shilpa's face, which was on the other side of the fence. But I am sure it had the most primal and lustful expressions on it.
After about ten minutes, the dog started fucking her even harder, and I noticed the knot in his cock expanding. He was cumming in her! Shilpa's cunt, which had already played host to more men than I could keep count of, was now being sprayed by dog cum too. Finally, the dog was done shooting his seed in her. And was stuck to her. He moved his paws to one side of Shilpa, and stayed knotted like that, one leg resting on her butt and the other on the ground. After a few more minutes, he brought the other leg over her butt too, and was able to turn around.
Imagine the sight. My wife.... my supposedly sophisticated, artistic and loving wife, was stuck butt-to-butt with a stray mongrel dog, out in the open. The dog occasionally tried to pull away, but the knot had not shrunk yet. Finally, after about fifteen minutes or so, when the dog pulled, his dick came out of Shilpa's pussy. And a lot of his semen poured out of her cunt.
The whole scene had been too erotic, and I realized I had a hard on. I grabbed the remote, and hit the rewind button to the point where the dog first appeared. And then, with my cock out, I started masturbating. I watched the whole scene again, jacking off my cock. Right from the dog sniffing her cunt, her enticing him, his mounting and fucking her rapidly, to their being stuck butt to butt. I started shooting a big loan of semen, and it sprayed all around....on my shirt, on the couch, on the table. It felt good.
I continued watching the scene. It lasted for half an hour more, during the course of which, two more dogs fucked her. Now that her cunt reeked of dog semen, she was considered one of them, so there weren't the initial sniffing games like with the first dog. When the third dog was stuck butt-to-butt with her, three men came. They seemed agitated. Hearing the commotion, Tariq came out and started talking to them.
Obviously, I could not hear the conversation, but it was kind of funny how the men and Tariq kept discussing something even as Shilpa was tied down there on her knees, stuck to a dog. At the end of the discussion, Tariq untied Shilpa, and opened her blindfold and removed the tape over her mouth. Rubbing her wrists, and her pussy turn by turn, she nonchalantly walked past the men, and entered the gate. She walked towards the door and the scene ended.
And the next scene began.
The next scene had taken place at night. It took place in the backyard lit by two light bulbs on the wall. With the already grainy quality of the picture and the dim light, things were not very visible. What I could make out though was that Shilpa was tied to the fence again. This time she was inside the fence. And she was not on her knees, but on her feet, bent over, and dressed in a leather teddy. And some guy was fucking her from behind as about four other guys sat on lawn chairs nearby, but Tariq wasn't one of them. As I paid more attention, I noticed that there was a gag ball in Shilpa's mouth, her eyes were closed, but the look of pleasure on her face, even in that dim light, was unmistakable.
The guy got done fucking her and stepped back. I expected someone else to start fucking her, but instead, all four men got up and came towards Shilpa. They all had something in their hands. Two men had paddles, and two others had thin canes. They took positions all around her and started paddling and caning her ass. Really hard. I knew Shilpa liked to get spanked, but the force with which the men were hitting her was almost brutal. The camera zoomed in on her face, and tears were streaming down her eyes. But even though she was crying, I could tell that she was enjoying the punishment.
The guy who had just finished fucking her sat on the chair for a while, watching the other men beat my wife's ass black and blue. And then he got up, moved to the front so he was next to her, and took the gag ball out of her mouth. He started speaking to her and she started replying. She was still crying, but whatever she was saying, did not seem to be a cry for help based on her expressions. The conversed for a while and then he moved to the back. He took the cane out of one guy's hand, and that guy moved to the front.
He bent under Shilpa's body and then stood up facing her, between her tied hands and in the fence. He then grabbed hold of her hair and pushed her head down. From the angle the camera was at, I couldn't see her face, but it was clear that she was sucking his dick.
Finally after a few more minutes, the men stopped paddling and caning her ass and got to fucking her one by one. I sat there on the couch, watching my leather-clad wife getting abused by four men, and I did not realize when I drifted into slumberland.
The next morning, I had taken a day off from work. I was in my car, speeding towards the farmhouse to confront Shilpa and Tariq. I had the invitation on the seat next to me. At first glance, it seemed like a normal party invitation. But reading it made clear what it actually was.
It said -
"For seven days and seven nights - an exquisite female slave at your service to be used as you please. Entry by invitation only. Please display this card to the security at the entrance. The card will admit you and you alone. No other men. Only companions allowed are females younger than 40 and dogs. Address and directions below."
That's what had been happening? Tariq's invitees were getting to fuck Shilpa, spank her, whip her, paddle her....do anything with her they please. And people were allowed to bring their dogs? I was sure that no matter what I had imagined to be happening at the farmhouse, the reality was more perverse and depraved than it.
At about 10 a.m. I pulled up in front of the farm house. There were a handful of cars parked outside. As I opened the gate and walked in, I saw two burly men in blue uniforms standing in front of the door. As I walked up to them, one of the men said,
"Invitation card?"
I fished out the card from the pocket and handed it to him. He looked at it carefully, gave it back to me, and opened the door. As I was walking in, he said to me,
"You should hurry, because she usually sleeps in an hour or so."
I nodded and entered. In front of the door was a wall making up a small passageway. I walked along it and entered a big living room. The scene I saw was very erotic. A reasonably attractive woman who was not Shilpa, was dressed in a leather teddy, blindfolded and was on all fours. A man, completely naked except for a leather mask, was fucking her from behind. And in front of her was a casually dressed man slapping the woman. As I walked in, the two men looked at me for a moment and went back to abusing the woman.
Across the room were two doors. I walked towards them, trying to locate my wife. I poked my head inside one door and saw an empty dining room. The other door opened into another passageway which had a few more doors. I opened the first two and peeked inside, but they were empty. I tried to open the the third door, but it seemed locked. I jiggled the knob, but it wouldn't open. Just as I was about to knock on it, a voice said
"Don't disturb them."
I turned around and saw the voice belonged to Tariq, standing at the end of the passageway. He was dressed in a plain red bathrobe, and had a cup in his right hand. As our eyes met, a look of recognition shone on his face and he smiled at me,
"Arun! How nice of you to drop by!" he said. I looked at him. The last time I had met this man was when I had gone to pick Shilpa up from her class. He had been standing outside and Shilpa had introduced the two of us.
"You bastard!!" I yelled, running at him with my clenched fist raised. He stared at me as I got closer, and just as I was about to punch him in the face, he rapidly ducked at the last second. My fist hit empty air, and I suddenly felt a hard punch land in my solar plexus instead. Tariq had punched me instead. I reeled at the impact and bent over. That's when I feel another punch land on my neck and then a chop in the back of my head. I felt the light fade from my eyes and I passed out.
When I woke up, I was on a bed in on of the rooms I had earlier poked my head into. I sat up, holding my neck which still hurt. I got up and tried to open the door, but it was bolted from outside. I banged on the door and shouted for a while, but no one responded. That's when I heard a phone ringing. It was a small phone on the wall. I stared at it for a few seconds and then picked up the receiver and put it to my ear silently.
"Arun?" Tariq's voice said.
"Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!" I yelled into the phone.
"I want to do that, Arun. And I will. But first I need an assurance." he said.
"Open the fucking door!" I yelled.
"I will. But first I want your assurance that you will not get violent. Let's talk like adults. If you assure me of that,
I will let you out." he said calmly. I
stayed silent, fuming.
"If you do get violent, just remember how easily I knocked you out. I didn't do you any permanent damage, because I can understand your being upset. But the next time you attack me, I will break some bone in your body. So what do you say, Arun? Can we talk like adults without getting worked up?"
"Fine." I said.
"I need your solemn word." Tariq said.
"I give you my solemn word that I won't get violent."
The phone clicked and went silent. A few seconds later, the door opened.
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