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Neha's pussy leaked as she watched Helen spit roasted between the two men, defiled and helpless. She remembered her prissy disapproval of Neha's sexuality in the hotel lift. Neha pressed herself to Gani's back, her moist mound and hard nipples crushed against him and slid her arms around his waist as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth. This tipped Gani over the edge. He thrust deep into Helen one last time and shot a vast load of semen into her bowels. He held her hips as his dick spasmed for several seconds, before pulling out, turning and kissing Neha deeply.





Robert dropped his wife's head and took Gani's place. Her arsehole was sloppy now, Gani's semen leaking out and soaking the pillows under her pelvis, and he had no difficulty in bottoming out inside her. Gani snatched up the iPad, knowing Robert wouldn't want to miss this.


He had another thought. "You had the serious hots for that kitchen boy with the donkey dick, didn't you?" he whispered in Neha's ear. She didn't attempt to deny it. "Why don't you get him up here?"


In a flash, Neha was dialling room service. "Who's this?" he heard her saying. "Oh, Jake, it's Neha. Can you ask Tyler to come up here, please?"


When the service lift doors opened on the fourth floor, Neha - looking even more naked with no make up - was waiting outside for him. She seized Tyler's hand and pulled him after her. He was only a little surprised when she led him into the Archers' room, but he gaped at the sight of Mr Archer sodomising his motionless wife. Neha was unbuttoning his uniform waistcoat and shirt, pushing them from his shoulders, as she French kissed him. She ran her hands over his chest, drawing back to gaze at his face and chest and tracing the line of his hair down his belly. "So fucking hot," she murmured.





His trousers dropped to his feet and he was once again inside her hot mouth. She sucked on his huge dick with evident enjoyment. She was amazing, Tyler thought, already dangerously close to cumming. He was eager to fuck her and quickly pulled out of her mouth, sitting on the dresser chair and positioning her on his lap, facing him. His cock slid into her, splitting her and pushing urgently at her cervix. She moaned and rocked on him and closed her mouth on his. She was so hot for him - his face, his body, the feel of him inside her. She quivered and arched her back as a huge wave of lust broke inside her and her orgasm shook her to the core. He held her on his lap, savouring the feel of her pussy pulsing around him and groped around for his clothes to find his phone. He snapped a picture of her, her chest flushed with her climax, her pupils dilated, her nipples swollen, and she took the phone from his hand and tapped in her number, texting the photo of herself cumming on Tyler's cock to her own phone. It was the first time in her life she'd given a man her number. She began to move again, but before he could reach his own climax, Robert, who had filled his wife's anus with jizz, was calling him over. He raised his eyebrows at Neha.





"Go on," she said. "I can wait."


Tyler inched his vast dick slowly into Helen's rectum and avidly Robert watched him open her up. His cock was the longest Robert had ever seen, in life or on screen, and he wondered which part of Helen's colon was being invaded. Neha stood behind him stroking his balls as he fucked Helen, and he knew he wouldn't last more than a minute. Sure enough, it was mere seconds later that his semen exploded inside the unconscious woman. He withdrew and a gush of creamy liquid followed.


Done with Helen, he was already kissing Neha again. Reluctantly, he said, "I need to get back to work."


"Will you be serving breakfast?" she asked and he brightened. "See you there."





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Robert and Gani wet a towel and mopped at Helen's leaking backside before drying her off and sliding the pillows from beneath her used body. Neha couldn't see the point. Helen's arsehole was bright red, gaping and inflamed and there was little chance of her not noticing the burnin, chafed tissue when she awoke. They arranged her on her back in the position in which they had first found her, but it wasn't the same. Her lips were bruised and her perfect hair mussed. Robert crawled into bed beside her, saying, "See you both at breakfast," and Gani turned off the light as he and Neha left the room.


Back in 407, Neha took her phone from her purse and texted her boss. "I'm so sorry but no chance of getting in tom been up all nite Neha," it said. She had two new messages, both from Tyler. The first was the photo she had sent herself. The second read "when can i c u?" Smiling, she selected Add to Contacts and then curled herself against Gani, who was already asleep, and closed her eyes.





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When Neha and Gani reached the crowded dining room, the Archers were already seated at a table for four. He was tucking into a hearty cooked breakfast. In front of Helen was a cup of black coffee and a slice of dry toast. Neither appeared to have been touched. Neha thought she could see Helen shifting around in her seat as if unable to get comfortable. Robert beckoned them over. "It's busy this morning," he said. "Come and join us. Helen, this is Gani -" Helen smiled weakly but politely shook Gani's hand, "- and Neha." Helen scowled when she saw Neha, unmistakable in her tight red dress. Neha smiled at her discomfort and took a seat.





Tyler had been looking out for their arrival and instantly came over to take their drinks order, putting his hand possessively on Neha's shoulder and grinning at Helen's strained expression.


"Did you sleep well, Helen?" Gani asked solicitously and she looked confused.


"Well, I ..." she broke off. "Have we spoken before?"


"Not spoken, Helen, no," Robert told her. "But you could say he knows you intimately."


Helen's brows knit. "What on earth do you mean?"


In answer, Robert pushed her toast aside and placed the iPad on the table in front of her. He had turned down the sound but pressed Play. Helen stared at the little screen, watching as her naked body was flipped and lubricated. She stiffened and her hand flew to her mouth. She half stood but Robert checked her. "Don't even think about walking out on our guests," he said, his voice dangerously controlled. "Where are your manners?"


Relentlessly, the video continued to run. Helen watched as Gani entered her arsehole, her face frozen in horror. Robert took pity on her and fast forwarded. Now he himself was ramming into her. He fast forwarded again but couldn't resist slowing down as his face on the screen contorted and he came in her bowels. Finally, little Helen was being skewered by a penis of mighty proportions. Tyler said in her ear, gesturing to her plate, "Did you not want that, Mrs Archer?" and she jumped violently, recognising his face instantly. Robert's fingers crept between his wife's legs to her pussy. The gusset of her knickers was soaked.


"She's turned on," he exclaimed to Gani. "Her cunt's absolute sopping wet." He pushed her knickers to one side and slid his finger between her labia. She gasped and her body stiffened. Her face flushed as she struggled to conceal the power of the orgasm that swept through her and she shuddered violently.


Robert grinned, wickedly, and Gani rose. "I think our work here is done," he said. "Helen, you're an old-fashioned sort of woman. Remember your duty as a good wife is to satisfy your husband's sexual needs. If you don't, you might find that little gem doing the rounds of the internet." Helen quailed.


Neha caught Tyler as she left the dining room. "When do you finish work?" she asked.


"As soon as the dining room is cleared," he said.


"Are you working tonight?"


He shook his head.


In the lobby, Gani kissed Neha on the forehead. "Thank you for a lovely evening," he said.





As she emerged onto the pavement outside, Neha took her phone from her bag and selected Tyler's name from the address book. "3pm," she typed, followed by her home address.


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We had been married only six months when I was offered a job we simply couldn't say no to. We had to relocate across the country and, while work gave me plenty to learn and people to interact with Disha did it tough. She was 25 and had left all her friends behind.


About a month before our first anniversary she found a job in a small agency that managed models, actors and sports stars, and things started looking up. She was excited and stimulated and her interest in bedroom sports, which had begun to suffer a little, was rekindled.





She constantly talked about Tarun the owner who was in his late thirties and dynamic. I was a little jealous until she mentioned meeting his wife, who was outgoing and friendly. When Tarun and Nargis Fakhri discovered that it was our anniversary and we would be celebrating alone, they insisted we join them for dinner that Saturday evening.





I was dressed in slacks and shirt but Disha had gone all the way with a black sleeveless dress that had virtually no back and a split up the side that almost reached her waist. She was sporting the gold chain I had stretched the budget to get her and told me this was the perfect dress to show it off. 


We were met at the door by a stunning, tall, slim, dark-haired woman around thirty who took my wife's hand and then kissed her, on the mouth. I thought it strange but it was over so quickly I hardly had time to react. She made my wife turn slowly around and commented on her dress and the way it made her body look so sexy. Again I was a little surprised at the directness of the comments but figured it was probably just the way people interacted in their world.


"You must be Sundeep," she said. "Disha has told us so much about you. You are a lucky man to have such a hot sexy wife. She has everyone captivated, especially my husband. Come in, Tarun is just checking dinner."





Tarun came out with a bottle of champagne in one hand. He was tall, at least four inches taller than I and his casual shirt and slacks showed that he probably worked out regularly. "To celebrate," he said holding the bottle high before placing it on the table. He opened his arms and Disha all but fell into them. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the lips, a kiss that lingered just a little longer than I was truly comfortable with. I again felt that twinge of jealousy but, disturbingly, my cock started to go hard.


We stood in the lounge room talking and drinking the champagne, while Tarun drifted in and out of the kitchen repeatedly checking the food. "He is just showing off," said Nargis. "He likes to pretend he is a great chief, whenever we entertain." We had started the second bottle when the food was ready and I noticed that Disha was drinking a little faster than usual.


I was surprised when we sat at the table. Disha was seated next to Tarun and I opposite her and next to Nargis. Tarun was not only handsome and fit he was also charming and witty and I was sure I could see a gleam in Disha's eye each time she laughed at his jokes. 

The conversation was mostly about celebrities and I frequently felt a little left out but Disha seemed enthralled. Several times he whispered to her and she smiled shyly. By the end of the dinner they seemed to be sitting really close.

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The food was fancy, compared to what we could afford and plentiful, as was the wine. As the plates were cleared away Tarun brought out a Tokay that some actor had given them. I got the impression a week's worth of my salary would have fallen short of purchasing it.


Nargis sat down next to me and she placed her hand on my leg as she said. "So, Disha, have you ever been fucked in front of your husband." As she said it my cock instantly went rock hard and she slid her hand up my leg and gently grabbed it. I looked over at her, my shocked expression met with a twinkling smile. Until that very moment, I had never, in my wildest fantasy, thought of watching my wife fuck someone else. I knew I was blushing and I should have stood and, with appropriate outrage, demanded that we leave, but my cock needed me to stay.





"What? No! I could never do that," she said in shock.


"What about behind his back?"


"No, never, I could never cheat," she said blushing deeply. It was hard to tell if her embarrassment was the intimacy of the question or if Nargis hit a nerve.


"But you have thought about it."


Disha looked at me with both fear and hunger in her eyes. " Everyone thinks about it. That is only natural."


"So what is the most that you have done with someone else; since you got married."


If it had not been for the alcohol Disha probably would have been offended and stormed out but she giggled instead. "Not very much". I was horrified. We were celebrating our first anniversary and the answer should have been "Nothing!"


"So, have you kissed someone." Nargis was now sitting forward and when my cock twitched at her question she started stroking it.


Disha looked at me with a hint of guilt.


"Don't worry about your husband, he has been hard as a rock since I asked about you fucking in front of him."


"Is that true." She asked me. I could only nod and bow my head.



"I told you nearly all men fantasize about watching their wives. So tell us, have you been kissed." Disha nodded. "Man or woman?"


"Disha looked a little shocked. "A man." She said, again looking at me.


I was dumbfounded and about to ask who and when, but Nargis squeezed my cock as if to silence me.


"Have you ever been kissed by a woman?" Asked Tarun as he reached out and held Disha's hand."


"No."


"But you have thought about it?"


Disha nodded and my cock, now harder than it had ever been before, twitched again.


"Well, that is one fantasy we can deal with." Said Nargis, letting my cock go and rising from the seat. She moved around to the other side of the table and offered her hands to my wife who took them and stood. She then took my wife's head in her hands and brought her open mouth down to meet my wife's lips. My wife responded and I gave an involuntary moan as I watched the sexiest thing I had ever seen, evolve in front of me.





"We should move to the lounge room," said Nargis as the kiss broke and my wife, transfixed and stunned was led by her hand into the other room. Tarun followed proudly and I eagerly scampered after them trying hard to stand, with an erection trying to burst my fly, and me trying to hide it.


She sat my wife down in the middle of the three-seater and Tarun sat next to her and put an arm around her. She indicated for me to sit opposite in the two-seater and sat next to me. Without the table to hide her hand, Tarun and Disha could see her brazenly rest her hand on my still hard cock and resume stroking it.


"So this man, did he do anything else?" said Nargis.


My wife nodded slowly, "he touched my panties," she said in an almost inaudible whisper.


"You mean he stroked your pussy through your panties?" she asked. My wife nodded. "Did it make you wet?" My wife nodded again. "Are you wet now?" My wife nodded again. "Show me."


My wife lifted her botTarun off the couch and hitched her dress up at the back, then she sat back down, pulled the dress split open to expose one naked leg and opened her legs revealing her white sheer panties. A wet patch had made her pussy lips visible and I noticed that she had shaved completely. "Is this how he touched you," asked Tarun, placing his hand between her smooth white thighs and running them up to her pussy.





Disha let out a moan and lifted her face to Tarun and he kissed her. I let out a complementary moan. I was transfixed. I was terrified and excited and jealous and speechless. Nargis moved in closer to me and whispered. "Look how flushed and horny she is. She needs to be fucked and I love watching Tarun fuck innocent young women. It is just so exciting?" As she did this she undid my fly and fished my cock out. My cock was average, perhaps a little longer than most and a little thinner but I was not ashamed of it.


Disha broke free of the kiss and in a moment of panic pushed Tarun's hand away. "I am a married woman!" she declared.





"Your pussy doesn't care that you are married," said Tarun. "and married pussy always loves to be stretched and fucked deep and hard." He placed her hand on his bulge. For the first time I saw his cock outlined in his trousers and it looked so much bigger than mine.


"I shouldn't," she said, but she didn't remove her hand and she started stroking his cock.

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"Sundeep wants you to," said Nargis and Disha looked over at us almost as though she had forgotten we were there. Nargis took my hand and placed it on my exposed cock. The familiar feel of my hand and the absence of hers were enough for me to start stroking. I had never masturbated in front of my wife and I felt a little scared that she would laugh at me.


"Do you want me to do this, baby?" She asked.



I sat mesmerised, too scared to admit that, at that moment, I did. I was too aroused to stop her and too afraid to give my consent, because of what it might do to us. "You know she only loves you, Sundeep. Tarun has a very big cock and all women want to experience a very big cock. You are her wonderful man and she will love you all the more for giving her this."


"Please Sundeep, I want to do this, now, tonight, in front of you." All the while she continued to stroke his bulge.


"I am scared," I said, but I could not take my eyes off my wife's fingers as they stroked his cock.


"It is OK to be a little scared and excited," said Nargis. "Don't worry, I will sit right here and look after you." Nargis leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. When I turned my head to look at her she kissed me on the mouth, slowly, tenderly, almost passionately.





When I turned back to look at my wife she was laying back again with her head thrown back and Tarun's fingers had slid inside her panties and were stroking her bare pussy. I could clearly see his fingers through the translucent wet material.


Nargis stood and went over next to my wife. Her fingers took over from Tarun as if it was important to keep her stimulated while Tarun stood to remove his trousers. When Disha lifted her head, Nargis kissed her and it was not until the kiss that I looked to see Tarun sitting back down. I could not help but stare. His cock was half as long as mine again and was more than twice as thick. He took Disha's hand and placed it on his bare erection. Disha immediately broke the kiss and looked in almost disbelief at what her hand was holding.





Nargis said, "feel it, stroke it, play with it, get comfortable with it for tonight it is yours." She stood and as she returned to me whispered: "I love to watch women find out what a real cock is like." I was too aroused to be shocked, I knew I wanted to see it too.


Tarun did take it slow. He lay there not touching her as she tested its width by trying to close her fingers around it, she tested its length by holding it with one hand above the other and seeing how big the space between her hands was. The whole time she looked only at the cock and the face above it. A small drop of precum formed on top of his cock.


"Taste it." He commanded.


Disha shook her head. "I don't do that, ever."


"She has never sucked your cock?" asked Nargis quietly. I shook my head. "Don't worry, after tonight I guarantee she will suck you off whenever you want. She rose and knelt down in front of Tarun. She slowly moved forward and flicked her tongue across the head in the way someone might lick icecream. She stroked his big cock by placing her hand over Disha's and repeated her licking action as each drop appeared.





Disha was moving closer with each lick, making sure she had a perfect view. After a few licks Nargis gently pulled Disha's mouth down to hers and they kissed. She repeated this making sure Disha got the taste of precum and closer to Tarun's cock. Eventually, Disha was close enough and she still had the head of his cock in her mouth as she pulled Disha down and they kissed with his cock partly in both their mouths. When Nargis pulled back Disha continued to lick and suck.


Nargis came and sat back down and she gently pulled my hand off my cock. "We don't want you cumming too early," and she put her hand around my cock and held it firmly without the previous stroking.


Disha was tentative but Tarun encouraged her with soothing words and soon she was taking almost half his length. When she looked up she had hunger and lust in her eyes. "Look how excited she is," said Nargis. "I bet she is determined to make him cum but I guarantee she will cum first. Have you ever seen a woman cum from sucking a cock? That is what we want. Once she comes from sucking, she will never do so no again." Just to me, I wondered, or everyone else as well. The thought made me moan and Nargis, who felt my cock twitch produced a condom from somewhere and rolled it over my cock.





I wondered, not for the first time, if women were telepathic as Disha, who had not looked at me in ages, chose that moment to twist her head and looked at us. She moaned and pushed herself down over Tarun's big cock and, while she went further than before, she still left four inches exposed. She shuddered and I thought he was cumming in her mouth but soon realised it was her cumming. Disha's tense orgasm was too much for me and I shot my load into the condom as I came harder than I ever remember doing before. Nargis did not miss a beat as she waited for the final squirt then pulled the condom off and wiped me with a tissue. She called me a good little boy as she tied and dropped the used condom on a small table and continued stroking me. I was unsure if the comment referred to my maturity or cock size but was shamed on both counts.

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I always take a while to go hard after orgasm and was totally surprised when, after such an intense one I was instantly rigid. I had also become so engrossed in me, that for a moment I had taken my eyes off my wife.


She and Tarun were standing and Tarun was kissing her deeply as he slowly peeled her dress off her shoulders. She was braless and her pert tits were topped with hard nipples that were poking out desirably. He gently stroked one nipple with the palm of his hand before abandoning her mouth and kissing his way down her neck until he had the nipple in his mouth.





I could smell her arousal and as the dress completed its fall and she stepped out of it I could see her wetness had spread to encompass the whole front of her panties. While he kissed her Nargis told me to go and help her take the panties off. Mesmerised, I literally crawled across the floor, my cock still protruding through my fly and, once behind her I peeled them from her hips exposing her perfect white skin or her round peach behind. I had to drag them down her legs as her moisture made them curl and cling. As she lifted each foot free, she planted them apart so I could see her pussy lips and the glisten of moisture on them. She giggled as Nargis told me to put them in my mouth and come back.





The taste of my wife's pussy and the aroma the panties gave off made me moan and I closed my eyes again and inhaled deeply. I heard Disha moan and was unsure if she was reacting to my submission or Tarun's caress.


I crawled back to the Couch where Nargis sat. Her legs were open and her fingers danced lightly across her pussy lips. Before I reached her she closed her legs and patted the chair next to her. As I climbed back into my seat she again called me a good little boy and I shuddered under her praise.


She placed another condom on me and put my hand back on my cock before she took the panties from my mouth. She lifted them to her nose and inhaled deeply then gave me a wicked smile and pushed them into my pocket.





When I looked back Tarun was on his back and Disha was lowering herself down to his mouth. This was one of our favourite positions and Disha would always come when she sat on my face. I saw that she had a love bite on her left breast just beside the nipple which was soon covered by his hands as he massaged her breasts and dined on her pussy.





I could hardly believe it when Disha came again and was embarrassed when Nargis asked me if I had ever made her come twice before. I shook my head and she smiled at me but her eyes had a glint I could not place. My hand was furiously pumping my cock and I came again, emptying myself in the second condom.


Nargis cleaned me up and led me into the master bedroom where a two-seater couch was positioned facing the bed. She took my pants off and we had barely sat down when Disha entered. Tarun was carrying her across the door as he might have a bride across the threshold, as I had done a year before. She clasped her hands behind his neck and her naked form moulded into his as she allowed him to kiss her. If she saw me she did not acknowledge me.

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He lay her on the big bed in front of me and took off his shirt revealing his muscled form. She ran her fingers down his chest and over his abs till they found his raging member. As he climbed on the bed, she guided him between her legs and he paused his cock head lightly pressing at her diminutive looking pussy lips while her fingers spread them for him. He teased her then, touching his cock against her opening without entering as he kissed her again.




Nargis had put yet another condom on me and as Tarun slowly pushed his cock into my wife's pussy, spreading it an almost grotesque manner and forcing her to call out to a God she did not believe in, I came.


She begged him for more and harder and deeper and she came twice more in quick succession. My embarrassment and subjugation were complete but my cock did not understand. It was thrilled at the sight before me and forced me to another weak orgasm though there was no cum left for me to release.




Tarun continued to pound her relentlessly and he suddenly pulled out and squirted a large load of cum up her belly, on to her tits and up to her neck. Almost without missing a beat, he reinserted it into her as she cried "No! I want you to come inside me. Fill my pussy with your seed."


"I will," he said as she smeared his hot sticky cum across her tits and neck before sucking gobs of it from her fingers.



Nargis led me from the room as Tarun continued his assault and Disha started to pant and beg. We entered a second bedroom and she led me to a bed. "Are we going to fuck now?" I asked.


"No sweety," she replied. "Tarun rarely lets me fuck other men. But I will hold you while we listen to your wife and you can wank for me if you wish." I did not think I could get hard again but the sound of my wife and the thought of what was happening just beyond my sight made my cock go hard. This time Nargis did not put a condom on me but fetched a jar of Vaseline and, having dipped her finger in it, spread my legs and touched the finger to my anus. "Ah Ah." She said as I tried to move away. I stopped moving and began to stroke my cock she lightly massaged my rosebud. "You like that?" she asked.

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I nodded feebly and she continued to rub me gently. My mind had trouble focussing as the sound of my wife fucking, the tinkling sensation of my ass, my hands feel on my cock and her gentle voice of encouragement vied for my attention. I came again with what little cum I had left pooled in my belly button. "Good boy!" she said again as I again. I lay there in her arms listening to my wife moan and cry out as she was repeatedly fucked until, in my exhaustion and embarrassment, I drifted off to sleep.









When I woke, I should have been disoriented. This was not my bed, it was not even my house but I knew exactly where I was. I was in the spare room at Tarun and Nargis's house. Tarun was my wife's Boss and now her lover.


I rolled over and felt a tugging on my balls. I looked down and in the faint light from the bedside lamp, I could see a glint of metal on my cock. I reached down to pull it off and was treated with a jolt of pain. The metal formed a cage that not only encased my cock but was wrapped around behind my balls and there was clearly a padlock sitting on top. There was no way it was coming off without the key or some bolt cutters. That had not been there when I fell asleep.
I stood up trying to ignore the unfamiliar weight between my legs and the small clicking sound the lock made as I walked. I could hear talking and, as I entered the hall, identified it as coming from the master bedroom. The same direction as the only other source of light.


The smell of sex coming from the room was so strong it hit me before I reached its doorway. I felt a pang of jealousy and a twinge of excitement as I saw my wife, Disha, laying on her back on the kingsize bed. Her blonde hair, so beautiful last night, was plastered to her head with sweat and her perfect perky breast was heaving up and down while her pink nipples pointed to the ceiling.





Between her legs was Tarun. Tarun, with that nine-inch monster of his only inches from my wife's swollen and red pussy lips and pointed at her virgin anal rosebud. Nargis was naked and sitting against the bedhead holding Disha's hands up above her head. She was doing all the talking as she was leaning close to her face. It was soft and I could only hear snippets. She was telling my wife to relax. Tarun would go slow. There was no need to be scared. 





She was whispering for her to trust them. That the feel of a real man's cock in her arse would open up a whole new world of orgasmic pleasure.

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I saw my wife give a nod of consent and my cock strained at the cage that prevented my erection and I gave a small moan of discomfort. Neither Tarun or Disha appeared to notice but Nargis looked over and gave me a smile.


"Sundeep," she said. "Look, Disha, Sundeep is here to watch. Tell him what Tarun is going to do." I felt flush as my subservience to this couple, and my newly enlightened hotwife overwhelmed my courage.


Disha looked at me. There was no embarrassment or guilt in her eyes. They held a mixture of lust and fear. "Dave, my beautiful man, Tarun is going to fuck me in the arse. He is going to take my last virginity and claim it." She looked back into Tarun's eyes and I watched through my tears as he pushed a third of his length into her. She arched her back and let out a long slow gasp as he stretched her. "So big, oh my God, so big," she gasped.





Nargis leaned forward and kissed her then, as she sat back up, she reached down and pinched and twisted Disha's right nipple. As my wife gasped with the pain of that twist, Tarun thrust another three inches into her and Disha dove her now free hand between her legs as she let out another anguished cry.





I thought, for a moment, that she was going to push Tarun away as she again protested his size with moans and prayers. She did not. Instead, she started to stroke her clit with her fingers and she arched her back, her eyes glazed and she shook her head side to side as she shuddered through a huge orgasm.


Nargis giggled, whispered something to Disha and climbed off the bed. She walked over to me and I noticed that she was playing with a chain that dangled a small brass key between her breasts. "It is time to send you home little cuckold," she said. "If you are a good boy I will give Disha the keys, so she can unlock you when she gets home."


I looked back in time to see Tarun slowly withdraw almost all his cock from her and heard her yell "Fuck Me!" before he plunged it back in. My cock again tried to break its cage apart and the pain made it instantly droop. He thrust repeatedly, going just a little deeper with each thrust and she cried out "Oh my God, So big, so fucking big, fuck me!"





"Have I lost her?" I asked, almost in tears.


"No honey. She loves you, and only you. She will come home to you. Your marriage is fine and strong. She will suck you and fuck you more now than before, but you are her cuckold now."


"Her cuckold? What does that mean?"


"You should look it up when you get home but it means that sometimes she will need or want to fuck other men."


"What if I don't want her to?"


"Then she won't, but you will let her. I saw how many times you came while she was being fucked. You will want her to cuckold you. I think you will ask her to. The only real question I have is: will you ask her first or will she ask you."



Nargis walked me to my car, kissed me lightly on the cheek before she left. The cage felt awkward inside my slacks and more so when I sat in the driver's seat. When I entered my house I had a moment of panic that I was arriving home alone and the vision of my wife being anally impaled came back to me. I went straight to my computer to look up cuckolding. Within minutes I had my cock was straining inside the cage and I was trying everything to find a way to stroke it.





It was almost lunchtime when I heard the front door. I was on my way down the stairs wearing only the cage and froze, just out of sight as Nargis and my wife entered.


"Here," said Nargis, "this is the key."


"What do I do now, do I make him lick my pussy."

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"NO! He is not ready for that, not yet. You need to nurture him. Prove to him that he is your only love. Unlock him, shower together. Let him re-claim you in any way he sees fit. Let him have you in the ways he saw Tarun take you and initiate your lovemaking, especially with your mouth. Talk with him while lovemaking, tell him the things you enjoy or would like to try and include his fantasies and the things you saw excite him."





I was struggling with my arousal just with Nargis talking about it.


"Will he be my cuckold, will he let me share myself with other men?"


"He will. He will want to share you just as much as you want it. Remember: he comes first. As long as he feels safe you will be able to fuck anyone and get him to do a whole lot of things to make you happy."


I knew that Nargis was right. I knew I was on the verge of a new life and that I would soon ask her to do it again.















THE-END

[Krishan202]

Welcome to my new world, a world I had only fantasised of previously, fantasies that left my writing body covered in sweat, and my pussy dripping my own cum over the bedclothes. Yes, I, Sreemukhi, am now a slut, in mind and now very much of body. All it took was one moment, where I let myself get into a situation I could not control, and I finally I found what I was really needing.





A little more about me first, before I tell you how hot and nasty my first experience of slutdom was.


I often imagine my petite 5ft frame being easily dominated by a group of men...


I've always wanted to explore my fantasies, but trying to be a 'normal' girl, they were thoughts that I always had to push deep down, hide from anyone but myself. I knew there were other women out there who lived the life I wanted to, who dared to push sexual boundaries, who got the same thrill of being 'dirty' as I longed for. Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my yearning, my yearning for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex.


Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal 'missionary' sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my lusty pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally banging my insides, using me as a object of pleasure.





Mmm I'm getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a 'fuck toy', god those words just send shivers down my spine.


It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a new guy I had met in a pub the week previously while out on a girly night. Looking back I should have realised he was a little too good looking, his smile obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for a deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There's something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of.


Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs were smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. 'What the hell,' I thought to myself, 'let's treat this guy,' and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. 'Not a time for shaking hands,' I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.


Once ready, I took my bottle of wine into the bedroom, another must have preparation for any night out. Pouring myself a cold glass of white, I spent many unrushed moments deciding upon an outfit. I decided to go for it, no point in being virginal anymore, I needed a good seeing to, after far too long without a good fuck. Months of getting off in front of my pc, reading internet porn was pushing my sexual needs higher and higher, rather than satisfying it. I laughed when I thought what my evening's date would think of me, if he had spied me sitting naked at my computer, legs spread sluttishly, rubbing a vibrating dildo over my clit while I watched and read about very nasty and dirty gang bangs, imagining myself at the centre of the rough male attention.





My mind was on autopilot as I pulled on my black hold up stockings, my calves and lower thighs enhanced by their sheer clinging material, the enticement of the pale flesh of my upper thighs somehow magnified when contrasted against the black. I pulled on my best 'pulling pants', which I called my skimpy black thong, the satin material hugging me so tight that anyone glimpsing them would almost make out the outer lips of my womanhood, lips begging to be penetrated.


A side fastening wrap over skirt hid the treats below, and I added a touch of colour, my thinnest and clingiest scarlet top over a black push-up bra, which was designed to show off my breasts to their best, and show through the red top a little, again to tease and turn on my man. I felt and looked hot, the final touch some dark red lipstick, which I applied a little heavier than I would normally, knowing men can think of nothing but me sucking on their hard cocks when they looked at my full red lips. Dropping the lipstick into my best purse I poured myself another celebratory glass of wine, licking my lips naughtily at my own appearance in the mirror.


That's when I caught the sound of my mobile, chiming to tell me a text message had arrived. I was going to ignore it guessing it was one of my friends trying to wind me up about tonight, but then realised it could be my man letting me know he was outside. Flipping over my essential fashion accessory, my heart sank at the short and soulless message; 'Cannot make tonight, maybe another time.'





'Bastard!' I thought to myself, he didn't even dare call to let me down. I sank onto the bed, my whole evening ruined, all my effort gone to waste. Blinking tears from my eyes, my gaze returned to my computer sitting in the corner of the room, the computer being my only sexual release of recent months. Not only release I thought to myself, but my naughty friend who has let me dare think about sex I had never experienced before.


"No, no porn for me tonight," I spoke aloud, a determined smile touching my lips. I realised that I looked too good to waste tonight, and I didn't need a man on my arm to go and show myself off. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt confident and sexy, and a little like the slut I always wished I dared to be.


So that's why I found myself an hour later sitting in a pub drinking my third long vodka and lemonade. I'd already flirted with the barman, and sent a couple of no-hopers on their way. The alcohol made my head buzz, the confidence it gave me egging me on to put on a show. I knew several pairs of eyes were on me, getting drunk alone and looking hot. One party of guys especially, who looked like they were out celebrating a comrades birthday, had made it obvious they liked what they saw whenever their heads turned my way, and I was having fun showing a little more leg to spur on their glances. They looked a lot rougher than the sort of guys I'd ever date myself, but I wasn't thinking straight, I wanted to tease every man, show off what I had, something that a bastard who stood me up would never get now.

[Krishan202]

Later in the evening the DJ turned up the music, and the lights dimmed, as the dance floor started to fill up. Using up a favour with a friend in the bar staff I left my handbag behind, freeing me up to go and strut my stuff. I love to dance, there's something so sensual about bodies moving in close proximity to the beats of the music. I made sure I was the centre of attention as I moved my body, letting my skirt whirl around my legs, revealing my stocking tops with the more energetic moves. I freely let different men come and dance close, enjoying feeling the heat of their tight bodies grind against me, letting their hands rub against my bum, sometimes pushing back against them to let them know I was there to be touched. Once any of the guys started to hog too much of my time, I naughtily moved away, catching another's eye with a seductive smile, and pulled the new victim into my trap, running my hands over my body as I danced, the heat and effort bringing a fine sheen of perspiration over my body, glistening on my cleavage.






Over several hours I revelled in the feelings running through me, enjoying all the hungry male attention, while never taking it further than bodies grinding together close during a dance, getting many men hard as I rubbed my hidden pussy against them. I had lost count of how many crotches I had let my hand 'accidentally' rub against, or how many men had felt my arse or tits in the darkness. By the time I decided to leave, my pussy was on fire, and I knew I had to get home as quickly as possible to take care of myself. My lack of attention, daydreaming about fucking myself with my biggest dildo, was probably why I didn't even notice I was followed from the club, or when I took a wrong turning looking for a taxi, taking me down a dark and dangerous alleyway.


I was rudely torn from my daydream as I came to my senses and realised I was half way down a deserted and rough looking pathway. When I turned round to find my way back to the main street I almost bumped into a group of men coming the other way. It took me a couple of seconds in the semi light to realise it was the group I had been teasing all evening, having danced with and let most of them seven or so men before me touch me through my clothes. Trying to appear less nervous than I was, I flashed a smile and tried to find a path around the intoxicated friends.





"Where are you going babe?" the 'leader' of the pack asked me, winking at his mates as they all eyed my body.


"I just need to get home, I had enough for one night," I shrugged, feeling I had to get back into a more public area, the cold, or possibly fear, making me shiver.


"Oh I think you've not had anything like enough yet SLUT!" he laughed, indicating to a couple of his stockier friends to take hold of me. My terror made me stand still, feeling muscular hands gripping my arms, pulling them behind my back, pushing my breasts forward against the flimsy material of my top. "You've been teasing us all night with that body of yours," he raised a hand to stop my protest and continued, "and it's time we found out if the reality is as good as the slutty performance you've been putting on back there."


'Oh my god,' I thought to myself, shaking with fear, knowing that they weren't going to be satisfied with a dance and a casual feel now, I was going to be gang bangd right there, and there was nothing I could do about it. I knew I should scream out, maybe someone would hear my calls, but there were two things holding me back. For one thing, looking at these drunken guys, I'd probably get hurt, along with anyone who came to my rescue. The other, I am afraid to say, is that my pussy was suddenly betraying me, I could feel to my shame the wetness growing between my legs. I could hardly admit it to myself back then, but now I can share this with you; I wanted and needed to be fucked, and fucked raw buy that group of rowdy men, forced like the slut I knew I need to be.





The dark haired leader of the group came closer, so close I could smell the beer on his breath. He had to bend down to look into my eyes, his 6ft frame dwarfing me. "Let's have a better look at this slut," he barked, the audience behind him cheering in appreciation as his hands reached out and tore at my top, the thin material offering no resistance as he pulled it apart, letting more cold air reach my satin encased breasts. They could all see my nipples harden, either from the cold or my unexpected excitement at being so roughly handled. "Get that bra off!" he ordered, and a slim blond guy came up beside me, grinning as he removed a small knife from his pocket, causing me to strain against the guys holding me, trying to back away in fear.


"Don't worry bitch, I'm not going to hurt you," he laughed, "I'm just rubbish with the fasteners on those things," he said, pulling my bra strap away from my shoulder, only to slice through it. He did the same on the other side, letting the bra fall away, revealing my tits to the drooling audience.





I defiantly looked their leader in the eye, daring him to take things further, actually wanting him to. "And the rest guys, lets see her naked."


My knees shook as several of them rushed forwards at this command, one of them at least finding the button and zip to let my skirt fall to the ground. I could almost hear a sigh as their greedy eyes feasted on my stocking clad legs, and homed in on my tiny thong, now obviously drenched with my own excitement. The blade glinted in the light again as it was used to cut away my only skimpy protection, revealing my shaved precious sex, glistening wet in the little light there was. I knew I was totally at their mercy now, the sight of my body so on show would drive them on to further acts. The cold air hit me now, goose-bumps covering my arms, making my teeth chatter. Still I said nothing, staring ahead with no emotion, now becoming the submissive I had always craved. I think the guy taking the lead was less drunk than his friends, and possibly more experienced, his piecing look going to my soul, seemingly knowing exactly what my inner desires were.

[Krishan202]

"Pull this slut's legs open guys, I want a closer look at her nasty cunt," my tormentor ordered, knowing the pack would follow him. I jumped at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparking something at my core. I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my arse deliciously as punishment for fighting. I was pushed down a little, bending my knees as my legs spread, making me squat obscenely. My stranger approached, crouching before me, pushing his hand to my shaven twat. I shuddered as his fingers touched my flesh, gently tracing lines around my inner thighs, teasing me, a very light touch rubbing up the groove between my outer lips, opening my vulva as he slid a thick finger inside. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I trembled, concentrating on the finger slowly sliding inside me, running around my dripping velvet grip, exploring every inch. A second finger joined he first, and suddenly his movements changed, from a gentle lover exploring sacred flesh for the first time, to a hard, insistent finger fucking. Others crowded in, spellbound, watching his fingers open me up, so obviously coated in my slippery juices, now freely flowing from his rough invasion of my burning pussy.





Pulling his fingers from me, he slid them up my stomach, leaving a wet trail all the way up to my lips. When I didn't move, another guy forced my mouth open, pulling my jaw apart, allowing entry to my mouth. I was forced to lick my own flavour from his fingers, secretly loving the degradation forced upon me. "What's your name slut?" he asked me as he finished screwing his fingers in and out of my mouth like some cheap cunt.


"Sreemukhi," I stuttered, now completely in my new master's control.


"No, from now on, it's SLUT," he laughed, joined by his friends around him. "and you are going to be our nasty fuck toy. You thought you could tease us all night and not pay the consequences slut?" he continued, ignoring me as I shook my head, "Well we're going to use every one of your slut holes tonight, and you're going to be a good slut and beg for more."





God how did this man know how to press all my buttons? His words set fire running through my body, my inner needs for so long held back were being sparked into an uncontrollable burning heat, which raged throughout my body.


"Finger yourself slut, put on a proper show for us," he whispered into my ear, knowing full well I was in his power, helpless to resist, not even wanting to stop now.


Determined to show him how dirty I could be, and being supported by two tormentors in my obscene squatting position, I used one hand to pull myself open, exposing my pink flesh to everyone, while the other finger I wet in my mouth, then used it to circle my sensitive clit. I again closed my eyes, throwing my head back, opening my mouth to breath heavy, panting as I rubbed myself, my excitement building quickly knowing many eyes were watching me share such an intimate act.


I could hear their voices around me, the show I was putting on starting to build their own sexual excitement. "Look at the fucking slut, she wants it!" someone exclaimed, surprised at the turn of events.





"Then give it to her," was the animal response, uttered by someone wanting to get the action really going.


I heard a zip being tugged at close to my ear, and opened my eyes to be greeted by a short yet thick cock being pushed to my face. "Suck this bitch!" its owner grunted, taking hold of my hair he roughly pulled my mouth onto him, giving me my first taste of a bitter cock. He rammed it home so hard I almost choked, which I think turned the pervert on even more. Little did he know it was just how I wanted to be used, I loved the feeling of his hard cock plundering my mouth, feeding me with his dripping pre-cum. My tongue worked overtime, lapping at his sensitive underside, while I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks with the suction. "Fuck she's one nasty cock sucker," he informed his mates, hardly required as most eyes were watching my nasty mouth work on him hungrily.





Unfortunately he obviously didn't have much stamina, even in his drunken condition, my ministrations were too much for him, and before long I could feel his balls tighten, a certain sign he was about to cum. I knew just how to drive him over the edge so he'd never forget it, wanting him to cum so hard he filled my mouth, so the others would all want to give me the cum I craved. I looked up into his eyes, knowing the eye contact would be the final straw, a look of submission on my face. He grunted hard as he looked down on me, a piece of meat taking his cock no matter how hard he rammed it into my mouth. His orgasm took hold, making him utter filthy obscenities at me as his cock exploded in the back of my mouth, his seed sliding down my throat. I felt deliciously dirty as I pulled my head back, to allow his further spurts to cum over my face, his jerking cock rubbing and spreading the sticky goo over my cheeks and chin.


I didn't have a second to catch my breath, as I felt hands force me down on my hands and knees, the cold hard floor making me gasp. I must have looked such a slut, circled by men now rubbing hardening cocks all around me, a face already sticky with cum, my arse high in the air inviting them to use me.


Another stranger approached me from behind, I couldn't even see him as I felt his hands grasp the soft globes of my arse, squeezing me roughly, pulling them apart to reveal my dripping cunt and tight brown eye of my arse. Then I felt his cock push up against me, the hot hard flesh sliding up and down the crevice between my cheeks. I didn't know where he was going to fuck me, and to be honest, I didn't care. So I gasped out as I felt the head of his cock start to inch into my pussy, slipping in very easily as I was so wet. What shocked me was his length, and I almost squealed as his cock continued to slide inside, deeper and deeper, invading depths never before found by any cock.





I had only just started to push back against him, wanting to feel the head of his cock bang against my cervix, when my hair was grabbed and my head violently pulled back, to have my mouth rudely invaded by another dick. I was in heaven, finally the nasty slut being gang bangd in a lonely back alley, taking two cocks at once. They guys around me knew that none of them would leave without being satisfied as they watched me deepthroat and gag around their mate. My pussy was on fire as it was reamed by the longest cock I thought I'd ever find, it's dirty owner sliding a wet thumb into my other tightest of holes. "Mmmmmm," I groaned around the cock stuffing my face, loving the feeling of this third invasion. The situation and the multiple stimulations had me cumming hard, my pussy clenching around my aggressive invader, wave after wave of contractions squeezing his pole. My whole world was now the smell, taste, feeling of cock, pleasure filling all my senses. I could make out the emboldened guys chanting, 'fuck the slut' ringing in my ears.
My breasts were jiggling manically underneath me, as my assailants pounded into me harder and harder, using me like a piece of meat. This drew the attention of my lead aggressor, who knelt beside me so he could cup my soft and firm breasts in his hands. I thought I must have died and gone to heaven as his again changed from gentle to firm, through to rough. His fingers pulled my nipples hard, extending my breasts under his unrelenting pressure, the needles of pain driving me into a frenzy. He pinched harder and harder, twisting, pulling, forcing me to squeal around the cock I was sucking.





My body rocked back and forth, now every never on fire, the cold forgotten as heat rippled through me. I felt the cock in my pussy being ripped rudely from me, and I wiggled my arse begging to be filled again. The next moment I realised why he had withdrawn, as I felt the warm wet sensation of cum splattering against the small of my back. I could feel cum pooling on my skin, then sliding down between my arse cheeks, oozing over my cunt.

[Krishan202]

I didn't need to beg for another cock to take its place, as another eager volunteer stepped forwards to take me. I realised what he wanted as he started to spank me hard, forcing my hard down further on the cock in my throat. He was obviously a bum man, and I knew he would soon force his cock inside my bowels. My pussy twitched in anticipation, wanting that dirty fuck so badly. The guy in my mouth could take it no longer, and pulled out completely, again wanting to see my face covered in his nasty spunk. I watched closely has his hand rubbed up and down his thick shaft, seeing a man play with himself always got me hot, and I was already on fire. The only sounds apart from the moaning of the guy wanking over my face was the hard 'crack' of a hand slapping down onto my arse, reddening the flesh, and making my eyes water.





The pain shocked my body, but it wasn't enough. "More, please, harder," I croaked, looking over my shoulder to urge on the assault on my arse. I turned back to catch the first rope of stringy cum over my face, his jerking cock sending spewing cum several feet, spunking into my hair. I shook with an small orgasm just from how nasty I felt as his cum literally washed over me. He stepped away from me with shaking legs, admiring his work, letting everyone see what a mess he'd made of me.


As two more strapping lads stepped forwards, presenting me with more tempting meat to devour, I felt something cold and very hard at the gaping entrance to my pussy. Someone was laughing as I felt the old object being screwed into me. OH FUCK, I though silently, as I felt what I realised was a bottle neck being pushed deeper and deeper inside me. The devious bastards laughed as they watched me take the beer bottle deep inside me, my tight pussy stretching around the cold glass, letting them see my dripping insides. I must have looked so nasty at that point, face and hair dripping cum, with a bottle shoved up my cum coated cunt.





I didn't have much time to get used to the bottle, before my arse man stepped forward and put his dick head to my dirty hole. Even though it was tight, I had spent many evenings with butt plugs inside me, so was easily able to allow his brutal entrance. He slid his monster into me with a roar, sinking it to his sweaty balls. I felt the pain and pleasure rip through my behind, his cock and the bottle filling me to my limits. The cock burned my insides, sawing in and out, causing me to grunt like an animal. Cocks rubbed against my face, their owners duelling to push them into my slut mouth. I couldn't use my hands; I needed them to hold me up under the anal assault. This guy new how to fuck hard! He was hammering me, not caring if he hurt the slut under him, almost ripping my arse apart. I was cumming continuously now, contractions wracking my body, my breath ragged gasps. I could only just sense the guys around my sides, wanking their cocks furiously, all wanting to add to the mess I was becoming. My mouth was alternately being fucked by two nasty bastards, seeing who could outdo the other with depth they could reach.


My tits were constantly being tortured, slapped and pinched till I feared they must be bruised back and blue. Someone spat on me, and when I didn't utter a complaint, others joined in. I could feel my body getting coated in sweat, cum, and now saliva, and wished it never to end. I wanted them to hurt me, use me, to take me past human limits.





I pushed rhythmically back against the cock that was splitting my arse, our bodies thudding together every powerful thrust, the rhythm we beat out getting faster and faster, the guys trying to fuck my face having a hard time keeping their dripping cocks in my mouth. They gave up, and started wanking hard, rubbing their cocks up over my face, pushing their hairy sweaty balls against my face, so my cries were muffles against them. The smell of sweat and cum were overpowering me, as I gasped for breath.


A guttural cry signalled when my arse fuck was ending, I could feel every spasm of his cock as he juddered into me, slapping my arse in his orgasmic explosion. I could feel his cum running into me, dampening the raw flames inside, coating my sensitive skin of my insides. He pulled out with a comical plop, and I could feel the air entering my gaping anus, muscles opening and contracting with the loss.





I almost felt like I was passing out , so I rolled onto my back, a slut basking in her glory, as I felt the cum start to rain down on my from the four or so men wanking over me. I smiled as they showered me in their hot seed, pumping themselves over my tits and stomach The nasty slut to the last, my fingers rubbed spunk over my body, my skin not being able to get enough of their thick cream. One nasty fucker scooped up several tablespoons worth, and forced it into my mouth, ordering me to drink it down. I showed him! I didn't swallow straight away, oh no, I blew bubbles with it, tasting, enjoying the texture, knowing I could never get enough cum. The men looked down at me with amazement and lust, knowing they had all met their match.





The fucking ended, the lads were keen to get away, leaving me laying in the gutter, clothes laying around me, my stockings laddered and spunk splattered. Oh, and very, very happy.



THE-END

[Krishan202]

All Credits goes to original writer  Varunkrish174


 I am Varun Krishnan, aged 28, from Bangalore. I am working as an accountant in a small firm. An average good-looking guy.


My senior named Vishnu Priya aged 33 from Hyderabad, a married woman who has a daughter. She was from a very orthodox family. She did her collegeing in a convent college. She was my senior in college . We have become very close since college.





She had a boyfriend during college times but broke when she was in her last year. I had gone to her hometown once for her wedding. I know her parents very well. Either she or I would call each other once in a while and I would end up talking to her daughter.


I would send gifts through my friends for her child’s birthday who is 5 years old now. Vishnu Priya would still scold me for not coming down to meet her child. This happened in December. I was traveling from my office and Vishnu Priya called me saying she needed help.


She was coming to Bangalore for training. She wanted a place to stay for a month or 2. Since it was short notice for me to find a suitable place for her I suggested she stay in my flat for the time being. We would find 1 later.


She knew that I was staying alone in a 1BHK flat which was near to her institution. She knows me very well and she agreed. It was decided that she would be reaching Bangalore Wednesday evening.


On the day of arrival, Vishnu Priya called me up saying she is about to take a flight from hyderabad and she would be reaching Bangalore around 6:30 pm. Since I had a meeting in the office and it was difficult to scroll down through this heavy traffic in Bangalore.





I suggested that she take an airport taxi. I shared my address. I thought of making her sleep in my room and made my room clean. Around 7:45 pm-8:00 pm she reached. I invited her to my home. She was surprised by the interior that I have done and also how I have kept my flat clean.


She went to freshen up and we went out to have dinner. We came back and I made her sleep in my room. I settled in the hall on my favorite couch.


The next day (Thursday) I woke up and found she was talking to her child. I found that her eyes were red and thought because she was staying away from her child. I freshened up. She had made tea. I took my cup and went to the balcony for a smoke.


I then got ready and left for my office. That day evening when I came, I found that she had prepared dishes. She was again on the phone crying. I went to take a bath. I found her used panty (black panty with red designs in it). I took that and inhaled. The smell was very strong.


I came out after my bath and found she was in the kitchen doing the last touch on the dishes. Anyone could make out that she wasn’t wearing any inner.  While eating I found she wasn’t normal and when I asked, she said she was missing her child.


To change the topic, I asked about the institution and course. We spoke about her family, her husband, child, parents and later we slept.


The next day (Friday), as usual, the same routine. We went to our office and class but when I came back home, I found her happy. She asked me to take her out since it was an off for both of us the next day. We planned to go to McDonald’s. We spent time till around 1:30 and we came back.


Saturday Usually, I meet my friends on weekends. Today since Vishnu Priya was at home and I don’t want her to know anything about this. But I had a meeting at 11 am which was planned already a month before with my Mumbai friend.


She came to Bangalore for a function and would return by Sunday. She has taken a room for herself. I went out saying that I had to meet my friend and would return by evening. Even though she had some shopping and she asked me not to worry about her.


By evening when I came back home, I found Vishnu Priya again crying. She knew that I noticed this time. I took a bath and when I came out,
Vishnu Priya: Varun, do you still drink or you stopped? ( We both used to drink during our college time, say for our birthdays, festival season, etc)


Me: Nope I do drink.
V: I would like to have 1. Can we go and grab some?



Seriously, even though I wanted to have a drink, I changed my dress. We both went to the nearby MRP store, grabbed some beers and bought some side dishes for the day. We reached home and started the party. Vishnu Priya was wearing a black round neck loose top and black skirt. I was in a t-shirt and shorts.


One by one bottle started to get empty. I could see Vishnu Priya was getting drunk. Vishnu Priya slowly started to open her issues. Her husband is living separately and her child is with him. After her child was born, her husband wasn’t interested in having fun with her.


He is always running for money. She started to cry. I got up from my place and sat near her. I put my hand across her shoulders. She kept her head on my shoulders and kept crying. The smell from her hair and body was killing me.


Seriously these girls always have a different kind of smell from their body. I kept rubbing my hand on her shoulders for some time. I slowly lifted her face and saw tears near her eyes. I wiped her tears while she was looking at me. I couldn’t control looking at her juicy lips.



Now my right hand was on her tummy and my left hand on her face wiping her tears. I could see her cleavage from her loose top (which was very deep). I slowly moved my hand down towards her lips. I rubbed my thumb finger on her upper lips and lower lips down.


I couldn’t control my feelings by looking at her wet lips. I moved forward and started to kiss her lips. For 15-20 seconds she didn’t respond and after that, she just pushed me away and slapped me on my face. I was fucked up and got up from my place.


I went to the balcony cursing myself for taking the wrong step. I lit a cigarette and started smoking looking towards the road. Suddenly I felt Vishnu Priya hugging me from behind.


Vishnu Priya: Sorry da, I didn’t mean to slap you. I slapped you because I wanted to take the 1st initiative, but you kissed me 1st. (I was shocked to hear this from her mouth and turned towards her) Yes da, I have feelings for you. I wished I had a partner like you.





Vishnu Priya: The care you give me when I am in need, the way you treat me makes me feel that I am your queen in every aspect.  Since college, I had a crush on you, but I didn’t have any clue on how you would take it. But 2 days back I understood that you had the same feelings for me.

[Krishan202]

She had seen my boner when I came out of the bathroom after playing with her panty. When she went to use the bathroom, she found that her panty had a small amount cum and she confirmed this. I was shocked as well as ashamed and didn’t know how to respond.


Since I was a bit taller than her, she lifted herself and started kissing my lips. I threw my cigarette and caught her waist and pulled her more up. I slid my hand inside her top and she shivered. We went inside her room after locking up the balcony door and lights.


I hugged her from behind and started to kiss her neck. She kept her hand on my head. I started to lick her right ear and she was giving a low moan. I whispered in her ears, “I always dreamt and jerked and had wasted a huge load of cum during our college time.”





She suddenly turned towards me and hugged me tightly. She was kissing my both side neck, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and my lips, we were kissing madly.


I made her lay down on the bed and I laid to her right side and kept my right hand on her tummy. I started to kiss her neck and the fragrance from her body was killing me. 


I was kissing her entire neck from left to right and slowly went up towards her pinkish lips. I started kissing her very slowly. I could see that she had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. I then went up to her forehead and gave kisses. I kissed her closed eyes and went near her ears.


The moment I licked her ear lobes she twisted her face and laughed. She then pulled me down on the bed and she came up. I had kept my right hand inside her top and was moving my hand on her back. She started undressing my t-shirt and was kissing my hairy chest.


She was sucking my nipples and licking my whole chest till my tummy like a dog. I was shocked to see her wildness. I then caught her face with both my hands and pulled her towards me. I could see the wildness in her eyes. I removed her top completely from her body.


I could feel her cold body on me. We then started to suck each other’s lips and I turned her around and I came on top of her. I could see her deep cleavage and I started to suck her breast above her pink bra. I then removed her strap from her right shoulder and started kissing her neck.





I slowly moved towards her left side shoulder and moved the strap down. I pulled her bra completely down till her tummy and caught both her boobs on my hand. She placed her hands above mine. She had her eyes closed but I saw her tears were rolling down.


I laid above her again and slowly licked her tears from her face. She opened her eyes and gave a smile. I slowly went down towards her knee and slowly started to lick her toe. I was sucking her toe fingers as if I was sucking a candy. Then I went a bit up and started kissing her legs by moving her skirt up.





When the skirt reached her waist I saw her panty which had flowers printed on it in red color. I slowly started rubbing my hand on her pussy (above her panty). I could feel that it had hairs. Not bushy but I think she might have cleaned her pussy just before coming to Bangalore.


When I looked at her I saw she had closed her eyes tightly and was also biting her lips. I kept my face on her pussy (above her panty) and started to inhale the smell.  It was piercing into my nose and I could feel my lips and getting wet. I slowly removed her panty from her body.


Her pussy was brown and was wet. I spread her pussy lips with my 2 fingers. Vishnu Priya have a jerk when my fingers touched her pussy lips. I inserted my tiny finger inside her pussy. And I moved my finger up and down. She was giving a small noise. I pulled my finger from her pussy and tasted it.





It was salty and had a different kind of taste. I laid above her and started sucking her lips. I slowly kept pushing my dick in her hole. She was pushing her body up. We broke our kiss. She whispered in my ears asking me to take off my shorts.


I got up from her body on the floor and removed my shorts in 1 go and again jumped between her legs.


Vishnu Priya: (looking into my eyes and with wet lips) Slowly I might be torn apart badly.


I kept my dick head on her pussy entrance and slowly pushed it. She closed her mouth and her eyes tightly. I pulled my dick out. But kept it on her pussy entrance and suddenly I saw relief in her closed eyes. I started to kiss her eyes. I had both my hands on her left and right side of her face.


After a few seconds, I pushed my dick inside. I felt like I was digging a new hole. Her pussy was damn tight. She gave a loud moan and I was scared of my neighboring flat members. I caught her face which was turning left to right and vice versa. And closed her mouth with mine.





I kept my dick inside her pussy for some time. Once she was fine I started to ram her harder. She was moaning into my mouth and was pushing me away with her hands. I pinned both her hands above her head and kept ramming her pussy harder and deeper.


After some time she loosened her grip and her moaning became a bit low. I stopped for a few seconds to see her reaction. She loosened her grip from my hand and gave a small slap on my cheek and asked me to fuck her harder. Again I started but this time faster.

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I started eating her boobs and pulling her nipple by my teeth. Suddenly she hugged me across my neck and came badly. I stopped for some time so that she can catch some breath. I got down from the bed. I turned her around and made her on her knees. I spat on my dick and pushed my dick completely inside.





She gave a loud moan. I stopped suddenly and asked her to shut her mouth. She took the pillow lying next to her and dipped her face into it. I kept ramming her pussy for 10 – 15 minutes. I pulled out my dick and knelt on the floor and started licking her pussy.


I moved my fingers up to her ass and down to her pussy. She moaned and asked me to do that again. I started licking her pussy and asshole simultaneously. I kept fingering her pussy and she came with a loud moan. After some time I positioned myself and dipped my dick-head inside her pussy.



She arched her head back and gave a loud moan. I pulled my dick completely out and started rubbing it in her pussy walls. She was going crazy. She pulled my hand with her hand and was asking me to fuck. But this time I took my dick a bit above and gave a hard push tearing her asshole.


She was trying to move away. But I caught her waist and kept hitting her asshole badly. It was hurting me. But this was my dream come true and I didn’t want to waste this lovely opportunity. I pushed her head into the pillow so that her scream wouldn’t be heard.





I kept hitting her asshole hard and took my right towards her pussy and kept playing in it. After fucking her for a solid 15 minutes, we both came at the same time. But what shocked me was the way she came. She started to shiver badly and fell on to the bed.


My dick slipped from her ass and my cum was all over her ass cheeks. She was still lying on the bed shivering as if she got a shock. It was my first time seeing someone shivering when she orgasm. I went near her and tried to console. But she didn’t allow me to touch her. I felt her alone for a few minutes.





I walked towards my kitchen to fetch some water. When I came back to her room. She was fine and was lying down on the bed. I gave her some water to drink and consoled her by hugging her. I felt some wetness on my chest and found that she was crying.


When I asked her the reason, Vishnu Priya said that no one has given such care to her even her boyfriend from college. Both her husband and her boyfriend just wanted to cum and they left her as if they were playing with some garbage. She thanked me.





She promised till she leaves back to Hyderabad she would stay in this house as my wife. After that night she was there with me for almost a month. We were like a newly married couple and would keep having fun inside my flat.  We walked naked around and I was banging her on the balcony at midnight etc.



THE-END

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What happened to that ANUSHKA NAYANTHARA story ?? Is it discontinued or will come again ??

Next update on 17th June

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What about African Slave Queen story?

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It started innocently enough. No perverted plans or fantasies, just maybe a product of the situation that I was in. Maybe it was destiny or fate, but I promise you I didn’t wake up that morning and say to myself, ‘I think I’ll whore my wife out today.’ This morning I did.


Innocent, like I said. We had moved to Mumbai almost two years ago. It cost a small fortune, one that we were still feeling the effects from. Coupled with a short stay in the hospital to find out my heart was fine but my stomach was churning too much acid, we had accumulated an extensive collection of bills in our mail sorter.


Granted we could pay everything off in time, but I knew from experience that we were more likely to just accumulate more bills. We made decent money, at least for the area. No one made good money except for doctors and lawyers. I decided I would get a part-time job, and get everything caught up or maybe ahead. Then I could go back to trying to enjoy life and not worrying about paying the bills.


I had looked last year and I knew where the money was to be made, at least for me. I had done some security work in the past and knew that all the clubs, hotels and condos would be hiring for extra staff during spring break. I applied at three places one day and was offered two jobs. One at a nice hotel resort and another at a less reputable motel. For some reason, I liked the seedier location and it’s promise of more activity. It also paid much better, although I was sure I would have to earn it.


Working security during spring break can have its ups and downs. It’s sort of like being a babysitter to 1800 college students. Only a handful were what I would call bad kids. The rest were just here to have fun. My philosophy was simple. Try to prevent damage to the motel’s property and keep the kids out of trouble. Both were easier said than done.


Most of the kids responded to gentle reminders well. Once you explained some simple facts their minds would process and they would comply with your wishes. Things like climbing balconies, an established problem here with several deaths each year. As motel security I would just walk up to them and explain that we enjoyed them staying with us, but if the security officer drove by and saw them, they would be staying some place not quite so much fun. Of course, I would never tell them that if they didn’t comply, I would be the one calling the security officer.


I also noticed the ratio of girls to guys. About 70 percent guys and 30 percent girls. Not a bad ratio if you were a girl, but for the guys, there just wasn’t enough to go around. Many a night I would stand in the parking lot and listen to them howling at the moon like dogs in heat. In addition, I don’t think an hour went by when I wasn’t asked where a guy could find “you know, that kind of girl.”


I usually sent them to one of the local bars, not knowing whether they would find what they were looking for or not. At the least, they would have something to jerk off too later in the evening. After a week of that, I began to ask these guys questions. What are you looking for? How much are you willing to pay and for what? I did some math in my head and wondered if the “right” woman could make some money taking care of these kids.


What surprised me the most was how low the standards were on these guys. Granted they had looked, and probably been turned down by every college girl in a tight bikini and for some, there was more alcohol in their veins than blood. At a point, they didn’t care anymore about anything except getting off by means other than their own.





“I don’t care what she looks like as long as she sucks me off,” and the other favorite, “I can close my eyes and see who I want to fuck, but I can’t make my hand feel like a wet pussy.”


The next morning after getting up from work, I sat at my computer. I printed up a few pictures and then put them away for my next research project.


It was Thursday night, and while not as hectic as the weekend, it was still busy. It was about 11 PM when the first kid walked up to me with “the question.”


I asked what and how much and then pulled out one of the pictures.


“How much if you could get this one?” I asked.


“Shit man look at those tits. Fuck. Shit what’s she into?” the horny young man asked.





“Making money, “ I replied evenly.


“You think she’d blow me for 1000?”


“I don’t know. I’ll have to check. Give me your room number and I’ll let you know if I can work it out,” I told the young man. Within an hour, my research was complete. No less than ten different guys came up to me to check out the picture. Each offered between 1000 and 5000 to be with the woman in the photo, my wife.


Over the course of the rest of the night, I decided to increase my research material. Whenever I would show the guys the pic, I would have them scribble what they wanted and how much they would pay on the back of the photo. It surprised even me when I got home and totaled the possible income at almost a thousands for one night’s work of sucking and fucking. I went to bed and woke up the next morning. The morning I did wake up thinking about whoring my wife out.





My problem was how to approach her. We had been married for almost 5 years. At one point, there was a semi-real, semi-fantasy of her giving ‘massages’ for money. I remember it was a hot subject for a few weeks, until the money crisis at that time passed. But now we weren’t in a real crisis. It was my desire to pay off all our bills to get some other things we wanted. She wasn’t that concerned about it. So how would I get her to want to help?


Carefully.


Anjali was already downstairs when I got up about mid morning. Her soft blonde curls framing her face as she smiled at me.


“So how was it last night?”


“Not too bad,” I replied, “but tonight being Friday it will be out of control.”


“I bet. Be careful you don’t OD on college girl tits,” she laughed.


“Not to worry dear. It seems to take two to three girls just to make up what you have right here,” I offered.


“Yeah well I bet all those college guys would rather see those young boobs than mine any day.”


“You might be surprised. Especially since some of the girls are either being very selective or spending more time with each other. It doesn’t help that there are a lot more guys here than girls too.”


“Oh that’s too bad,” my wife mocked, “all those needy college guys here to have a good time and they end up jerking off. Maybe I should go down and show them a good time.”


Anjali was smiling and giggling at the thought. I on the other hand was amazed at how easy the conversation turned the way I was hoping.


My next statement had to be calculated to cover all sides. “All I know is if I were a woman, I’d be getting plenty of dick and lots of money too.”





Anjali sat quiet for a moment, not watching the TV but looking at it. I wondered what she was thinking. I knew better than to try and say anything without her broaching the subject herself. It felt like forever. How could I tell my wife that I wanted her to be a whore to all these college guys? How could I tell her that I thought it would be hot to see her with them and to know they are paying for her sexual favors?


“So you’re telling me that these guys are willing to pay for sex?”


“Yep.”