25-10-2021, 11:27 AM
Intro -- Manasi is a 44-year-old woman with a 21-year-old daughter, Ankita. Manasi starts jogging for exercise through a nearby park where she encounters a young group of 21-year-old ***** men. Things happen from there. This story has older woman/ younger man elements. It has interracial sex and racist stereotypes. It has some lesbian action and mother/ daughter incest. You've been forewarned. If any of this isn't your thing, just move on to the next story. All others, enjoy.
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Manasi stood in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5'4" frame. If she was being kind, she'd describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she'd describe herself as chubby.
She pinched the fat hanging over the waistband of her panties and cursed her puffy cheeks and the jiggle in her legs. I have to do something about this, she thought. At least her shoulder length auburn hair hadn't started turning grey yet, and her green eyes still looked sharp. The lines were starting to show on her face, but if she wore make up, she could still pass for a woman in her 30's. An out of shape woman in her 30's, anyway. There are limits to how much make-up can fix, and it can't fix an extra 30 pounds.
Half her wardrobe was pushed to the back of the closet because it no longer fit, while the other half was on the verge of no longer fitting. Manasi had recently taken to wearing loose dresses since they felt more comfortable, but she decided, enough was enough, and resolved to get into better shape.
She changed out of her regular bra into a sports bra. If there was one positive to her weight gain, it was that her B cup breasts were now a C cup, although she'd gladly trade them back for her old figure. She got dressed into her exercise clothes - running shorts, tank top, socks, and shoes - and then she was ready to go.
Manasi stepped out the front door of her upper middle-class neighborhood. SUV's and newer sedans were parked in every driveway. She started a slow jog, thinking how she had to pace herself. At the end of her neighborhood, she followed the path through a small grove of trees into Shergill Park. Shergill Park was a basic community park with a football field, some tennis courts, playgrounds, picnic shelters, and basketball courts. Winding through those amenities was a running trail. One loop on that running trail was about a kilometer. She figured if she could do a few laps, that would be a good kick start to her exercise goals.
She ran past the playgrounds with kids playing and parents idly watching their phones. Manasi ran past a family enjoying themselves at one of the picnic shelters. She already felt better about herself, noting how out of shape that family looked. At least she was exercising and trying to get into better shape, she mused. She passed by the empty tennis courts and then jogged up a small hill that led to the basketball courts.
Almost out of breath from the short ascent, she stopped at the top to catch her breath. She stood with her hands on her knees and in dismay at how easily winded she became. There were three young ***** men at the basketball courts. They seemed to stop their game and then started talking. Were they laughing at her, she wondered?
Behind the basketball courts was a subsidized housing complex. She didn't know much about it, but she knew neighbors who complained about the quality of people it put near her neighborhood, depressing their property values.
"Yo, you need some help or something?" one of them called out to her.
Manasi shook her head, embarrassed. She realized she probably looked like she was staring at them. Her breath was recovered, and she resumed her jog past the basketball court. She decided one lap was probably enough for today as she neared the fork in the path that led back to her neighborhood. Within a few minutes, she was back home, resting her tired feet and sitting under a ceiling fan to cool off.
The next day, Manasi was ready to go running again. This time she remembered to stretch beforehand. She figured she'd try to pace herself even slower, and hopefully she wouldn't have to stop halfway like last time. Her goal was to complete at least 2 laps in Shergill park this time.
And everything went well till she hit the same short hill leading up to the basketball courts. Again, her endurance failed her, and she stopped to catch her breath. This time, there was only one young Landya at the courts. She thought he looked like the one who called out to her yesterday.
"Yo, you need something? Something you want over here?"
Manasi froze, unsure how to answer. Definitely the same guy as yesterday. Probably around 20 years old.
"I -- I'm sorry. I'm just out of shape," Manasi muttered between breaths. "
The guy laughed. "Thought you was checking me out or something."
Manasi was taken aback. "No, no, I wasn't, as you say, checking you out."
"It's alright if you were. You ain't got to be ashamed."
Manasi couldn't believe what the young man was insinuating.
"I've got to go," she replied curtly, as she turned to start jogging again. She thought she heard his laughter trailing behind her.
That evening, Manasi thought about her encounter with the young Landya in the park. Had she somehow inadvertently sent him some signals?
The more she thought about it, though, the more her mind wandered to the man himself. He was much taller than her, probably about 6'1", but skinny. Maybe 150 pounds. The confident and brazen way he spoke to her made her nervous, although she wasn't sure what kind of nervous. She felt a fear, but she also felt a tinge of excitement.
God, I'm old enough to be his mom, Manasi thought to herself. Actually, since he probably lived in the slums, there's decent odds I'm older than his mom, she reconsidered. Though she knew next to nothing about him, not even his name, she found herself replaying their interactions through her mind. Still later, she caught her hand rubbing her wet mound while thinking about him.
God, what am I doing, she scolded herself? She was a manager at a large building management corporation and had nothing in common with him. It just served to remind her how lonely she was. Her daughter, Ankita, was 21 and out of the house now. Ankita's father had been AWOL for over a decade, and she hadn't been in a serious relationship in over 5 years. She had given up on relationships, instead filling her time with local groups and tending to her yard.
The next day, she considered taking a different running path, but decided she wouldn't let him scare her off. She just needed to make it past that hill by the basketball courts without stopping and ignore him.
As she got to the hill, she was determined to power through it, but her will was greater than her strength, and she slowed again as she reached the top.
"See, what did I tell you? Every day that bitch is checking me out. She must like Katela laudas."
There stood her tormentor, along with the other two guys from the first day again.
With her hands on her knees and still catching her breath, she glared toward the courts.
"Don't flatter yourself," she called between breaths. They laughed at her in reply.
"You're feisty today. I like it," he shouted back. "I bet that lily-***** pussy is a fine fuck."
Manasi was shocked by his brazenness. And somewhat flattered by it, even though she knew she should be repulsed. It'd been a long time since anyone had appealed to her sexual side, and it awakened something inside her.
The three young men whooped it up at her expense.
"What's your digits?" the stranger shouted back.
She shot him a confused look. He pointed at her arm where her cell phone was secure in an arm band.
Reflexively, she recited her number, and then immediately regretted it. Within seconds, she felt her phone vibrate. The text came from an unknown number with a one-word message --
Javed
Manasi stared at her phone screen for a long moment before finally replying, "I have to go."
Javed smiled smugly as he watched her jog off.
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Manasi got back home after she finished her jog and jumped in the shower. As the water rolled down her naked body, she thought about her encounter with Javed. He both scared and excited her, and she felt her nipples harden while thinking about him.
She toweled off after the shower and picked up her phone to find unread text messages. She saw they were from Javed, and she clicked on the text string.
U no u want it
She downloaded the picture sent with the text and gasped as it filled her screen. It was a close-up of a man's crotch, presumably Javed. He was wearing boxer briefs, but the underwear could barely contain the massive cock bulging underneath. His cock was practically poking out the top of his underwear, and the bulge appeared so thick, it was twice as fat as any cock she had ever been with.
Manasi had always heard rumors about how well-endowed ***** men are. She always chalked it up as an urban legend, but Javed was making her reconsider if there was some truth to those rumors.
Then Manasi had second thoughts. This isn't him, she reasoned? He probably just sent some picture of a porn star he found on the internet.
She texted him back.
Ha ha. Nice try. Like I'm supposed to believe that's you.
She put her phone down to clean around her house, but a few minutes later, her phone buzzed again.
She nervously picked it up to check the response. It was another picture. This time it was clearly a mirror selfie with Javed's face plainly recognizable, his six pack abs visible, and the same monster cock practically breaking through his underwear.
Manasi was shaking, unsure how to respond. On one hand, she'd had other men try to send her lund picks in the past, and they always disgusted her. On the other hand, his cock dwarfed anything else she'd been previously sent. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't mesmerized at the sight of it. He was everything she wasn't. He was *****; she was *****. He was tall, she was short. He was skinny; she was overweight. He was young; she was old. He was brash; she was reserved. But it'd been years since anyone made her feel sexy, and he was definitely appealing to her sexual side, however crudely.
Another text buzzed.
Believe it. Cum and get it.
Then one more picture came thru.
This time, his underwear was pulled down, and his cock was fully exposed. It hung languidly, still semi flaccid, but massively thick and long. She stared at it, almost unable to fathom how large he was. His skinny frame just exaggerated how well-endowed Javed was.
Then more texts came through.
I no u like wat u c
Tell me u dont want it.
Where ur pic
Manasi froze, unsure how to respond. She knew she should just ignore his texts or block his number, yet, there was a force inside her that wanted to respond. Poor grammar aside, her heart was racing, and she craved his cock.
She finally decided to try to play coy.
What do you want with an old fat, ***** woman?
God, I can't believe I'm actually responding to him, Manasi thought.
She got another response within seconds.
Ima make you my kutiya and bust a nut inside ya
Manasi couldn't believe his crude talk turned her on. He was treating her like a sexual object, and her own body was responding to the treatment.
Manasi: You wish
Javed: Go on ur run tomorrow. Don't wear no panties if u wanna get wit me.
That night Manasi's mind was racing. She knew she should just avoid the park. She could just avoid jogging altogether. Or even if she did, she just had to wear underwear. She already did that. Yet, she was conflicted. Her heart was racing in addition to her mind, and her heart wanted to follow through on Javed's dare.
All the next day at work, his dare was all that Manasi could think about. By the time she came home and it was time for her afternoon jog, she finally had to choose.
As she changed out of her work clothes, she slipped off her panties before changing into running shorts. Then she decided her running shorts were too short. Her pussy might be on display, so she opted for a pair of bicycle shorts. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought to herself.
The next thing she knew, Manasi was jogging down her street and turning down the path into Shergill Park. A few minutes later she was climbing up the short hill that led to the basketball courts. For once, she wasn't winded as she reached the top, but she stopped at the sight of Javed waiting for her.
"See, I knew you'd come," Javed declared.
Manasi stood silently fidgeting in place.
Javed walked up to her, and she grew nervous as he drew near, a lecherous smile on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Javed asked, as he reached a hand directly on her ass. Manasi was glad there was no one in sight to see her being lewdly groped in public. She stood stone silent, biting her lip.
"No underwear, huh? Just like I told you," Javed confirmed.
Manasi was taking slow, deep breaths, simultaneously terrified and titillated by Javed.
"Let's take you back to my place. Give you what you're looking for," he stated.
Everything in Manasi's conscience told her to run, but she felt her body almost involuntarily moving to follow Javed. She panicked in that moment.
"I'm sorry. I have to get home," and she took off sprinting down the path back to her neighborhood.
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After she got back home, she saw a text message waiting for her.
Javed: Ur missing out.
Manasi: I'm sorry
Javed: I've got other Randis. U the 1 missing out. Don't be wasting my time.
Manasi: I won't waste your time.
Javed: U gon be my kutiya then.
Manasi paused for a few minutes before responding.
Manasi: I'll be your kutiya.
Javed: Gud. Chali 31, Kholi no. C12. 5:30 tomorrow. Don't disappoint me.
Manasi swallowed hard. She didn't respond, but she had made up her mind to go through with it.
******
Manasi fretted over what to wear. She had just gotten home from work. What does one wear to a booty call, she wondered? Not like she had much clothing left that fit anymore. She had worn the one pair of work slacks that still fit her during the day. Maybe she should just wear a jogging outfit. She finally decided to keep on the work slacks and blouse, put her heels back on, and started walking.
As she walked thru her neighborhood and then Shergill park, she felt everyone's eyes judging her, as if they knew where she was going and what she intended to do when she got there. She passed one of her neighbors walking in the opposite direction. A friendly wave and then they were past each other. As she climbed up the hill to the basketball court, she wasn't sure what to expect, but the courts were empty. A minute later she was leaving Shergill Park and entering the slums.
Manasi felt like she was entering another world, even though it was only a few minutes’ walk from her house. The small parking lot needed repaving, and weeds were growing through the cracks. The brick of the apartment buildings was faded and worn. The bikes and cars parked in the lot looked far different from those in her well-maintained neighborhood. They were mostly older models, many of them banged up with large dents, scratches, or mismatched hoods and bumpers.
She suddenly felt out of place. ***** and Dalit people were sitting on their broken walls or looking out their windows, staring at the well-dressed ***** woman invading their neighborhood. In her blouse, slacks, and high heels, she cut a much different figure from the mothers in their maxis and everyone else in their ragged shorts, lungis and banians.
Manasi looked at the building numbers and traced her way to building 31. She looked at her phone; she was right on time. Apartment C12 was in sight on the first floor. It was gut check time. She stopped for a moment and then took a deep breath and powered forward.
The next thing she knew, her hand was knocking on the door. She noted how the door had God knows how many coats of paint on it. Probably to keep the finish looking decent, she decided. And then the door opened, and Javed stood before her, flashing a smug grin.
"Come in, come in," he beckoned.
Manasi stepped into the apartment. She noted it was relatively clean inside. She entered the living room and noticed the adjacent kitchen and dining spaces. Presumably, the bedrooms were behind the kitchen. There was a sliding glass door on the far wall looking out into a courtyard.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Javed playfully teased.
Manasi nervously stood still, unsure what to do. She felt his body hovering directly behind her. He smelled her hair, the scent of her perfume filling his senses.
"Why don't you strip naked?" he finally asked as he circled in front of her.
Manasi looked away, feeling almost frozen in place.
"I thought you came here to be my kutiya. What you waiting for?" he sternly asked.
The next thing Manasi knew, her hands were unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her cream-colored bra.
"Keep going," he urged her.
She undid the snap and zipper on her slacks and let them fall to the floor as well. She stepped out of the legs, the fabric getting caught in her heels as she tried to step out. Soon she was left standing in nothing but her heels, bra, and panties.
"I said naked, kutiya."
Her hands reached in back to unsnap her bra, revealing her C cup breasts. She instinctively lifted a hand across as the bra fell off, but Javed reached over to lower her arm out of the way. He smiled at the sight of her C cup titties jiggling.
Taking a step forward, he reached his rough, calloused fingers inside her panties to her labia. With his other hand, he teased her nipples. Manasi felt herself becoming wet almost instantly as he teased her pussy. Then he leaned down and took her left tit into his mouth while he continued to finger her below.
Manasi moaned loudly in response as she felt his finger slip inside. Impulsively, she gyrated on his appendage, bouncing lightly on it. Then Javed pulled his hand out of her panties and took a step back.
She looked at him with pleading eyes, her loins on fire and desperate for his touch, but he returned a cold smile.
"Why you come here?" he asked calmly.
Manasi stood silent, unsure how to respond.
"I said, why you come here?" he repeated a little louder.
"I -- I don't know," she mumbled.
"Oh, I know why you came here. Now I just want to hear you say it."
"I came for you," Manasi admitted.
"Oh, isn't that sweet. Pray tell, what is it you want from me?" he teased her.
"Sex," she finally admitted. "I want you to make love to me."
Javed laughed. "Make love? I don't make love. I fuck my Randis. Kutiya, you came here to get fucked, now say it."
Manasi stood stunned for a second. Such explicit talk was not in her nature, but she was already this deep in the hole. "I came here to get fucked," she replied meekly.
Javed squinted his eyes. "And why you need to get fucked?"
Manasi's heart was racing. He was humiliating her, and she felt ashamed. But she also felt a tingle of excitement forming in her pussy.
"Because I like it," she replied.
"Almost, almost. It's because you a Randi, ain't it?" Javed asked her.
Manasi slowly nodded her head in silence.
"I can't hear you," Javed complained.
"I'm a Randi," Manasi conceded.
"And who's Randi are you?" he asked.
"I'm your Randi."
"Louder!"
"I'm your Randi!" she practically screamed.
Javed's face broken into a wide grin.
"Good, now take off them panties," he commanded.
Manasi body shook with nervous fear tinged with excitement as she slid her panties down and kicked them off. Javed circled around her, eyeing her body.
"Not bad for an old choot. A little extra cushion for the pushin'," Javed laughed. "I like these titties," he said as he twisted her nipples between his fingers. "You ever had ***** cock?"
Manasi shook her head, trying to look stoic while he toyed with her nipples.
Javed smirked. "I figured as much. Well, you're gonna have to work for it. Get on your knees."
She lowered herself down as he positioned himself standing in front of her, his crotch staring her in the face.
"Go ahead, open up your prize," he ordered.
Manasi's hands reached up to unsnap and lower his jeans. Now his bulge plainly sat right in her face, somehow appearing even larger in real life than in the pictures. She stared, almost afraid to unleash the snake hidden inside.
"Go on, get you a look see," he encouraged her.
Her hands pulled his underwear down, letting his cock tumble out into her face. It was semi-flaccid and already larger than any cock she'd ever been with. She looked up to the sight of a smug smirk on Javed's face.
She took his cock into her hands, slowly working his shaft.
"Open your mouth, kutiya," he ordered her.
She obeyed his directive, opening her mouth and taking his member in. Javed peered down, pleased at her submittal. She slowly ran her lips over him, feeling him grow inside her mouth. The more he responded, the quicker she sucked on his thick cock, eliciting an ever-increasing response.
Manasi was still nervous and wanted to prove herself to her new lover. She still felt unsure why a young, fit man would be interested in her sexually, so she resolved not to give him any reason to complain. She heard him laugh as she gagged while trying to take as much of his cock as she could into her mouth.
"Kutiya, don't hurt yourself," he warned her. "I think you earned yourself a good lund down right in your pussy." Javed reached down and pinched her nipples. Then he pulled her up to her feet by her teats. As she looked up into his face, her sensitive nipples were hardened and swollen. Her mouth was still agape with a dribble of pre-cum dangling from her lips as he directed her to sit on the couch.
"Now spread your legs, kutiya," he ordered her.
Manasi did as she was told, spreading her legs widely to present herself to her young master. She was glad that she had trimmed her bush the previous night.
Then Javed rudely slapped his rock-hard cock several times against her displayed cunt. Manasi's pussy felt like it was on fire. She felt her wetness quickly spreading as she looked down, his massive cock hung menacingly, wielded like a vulgar weapon he threatened to use against her. He was right; he wasn't going to make love to her. Javed entire body and glare oozed with pure carnal animalistic lust, and she was the prey.
She watched as he slowly entered inside her, her pussy lips spreading wide to take in his thick cock. She marveled at his girth and how it felt inside her as 10 inches of manhood disappeared through her slit. Manasi closed her eyes and took a deep breath in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive.
And then he started pumping her with forceful, almost angry thrusts. His hands grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet back till they were almost at her ears. She was pinned down as Javed furiously fucked her, his massive cock filling her pussy.
She screamed in pleasure, abandoning any concern about neighbors hearing her in the throes of passion.
"Take that ***** cock, kutiya, take that ***** cock," he ordered her. "I'm gonna cum deep in that ***** pussy, kutiya."
All she could emit was wordless moans and screams in response as he fucked her. Her body crescendoed into an orgasm, convulsing under him as he continued to pump her with complete disregard for her climax.
A few minutes later, Javed grunted and pushed his cock its full length deep inside as she felt the pulses of his ejaculation shoot off inside her.
Both of their bodies were sweaty and spent. She felt him soften slightly, her swollen pussy lips no longer just a slit, but a gaping hole, even after he had pulled out completely.
Then Javed climbed up onto the couch till his cock was in her face again.
"Clean it off," he commanded.
And she obliged. The mixture of his cum and her own wetness hit her tongue like a salty concoction as she took him back in her mouth, sucking off the warm sticky film coating his manhood. After a minute he pulled out of her mouth. He grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and tossed it at her.
"Clean yourself off," he ordered. "Then collect your shit. You can come back here same time tomorrow again for another fucking. I know you enjoyed it."
Manasi was in a daze. Her body was still recovering from the pounding she took as well as the orgasm, and her mind was reeling, trying to process what she let Javed do to her.
"Oh, and dress sexier tomorrow. You're a Randi. I expect you to dress like one when you come around. You ain't got any reason to be here except to be a Randi."
Manasi nodded her head in submissive acceptance.
"Do you even know my name," she asked hoarsely.
"Does it even matter?" he replied, snickering. "But go ahead and tell me the name of the Randi I just fucked."
"Manasi."
"Manasi, my kutiya," he laughed.
Then Manasi slowly got up to collect her clothes and get dressed before embarking on the walk of shame back home.
******
Manasi saw her daughter's car parked in the driveway as she approached home. She stopped in her tracks for a moment but quickly decided to play it cool. After all, her daughter, Ankita, had no reason to suspect what she'd been up to.
"Mom, where have you been?" Ankita cheerfully asked as Manasi walked in.
"Oh, I just went for a walk. I needed some fresh air." She tried to sound upbeat but knew she didn't sound convincing.
"In your work clothes and heels still? I'm surprised you didn't change into something different."
"Oh, I walk around in these heels all day. It's nothing."
Manasi caught sight of herself in the reflection of the stainless fridge, and what she saw alarmed her. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes badly rumpled. Suddenly, she swore she could smell the sex on her.
"I'm going to go change real quick," Manasi announced, quickly racing upstairs to shower and change.
Manasi felt much better after, and she and Ankita ate a quick dinner and talked a while. Ankita lived with her boyfriend Rahul, whom she dated since right after school. Rahul worked second shift at a food manufacturer, so Ankita often stopped by to visit her mother in the afternoon while her boyfriend was at work.
Manasi was glad her daughter seemed to be pulling her life together. Ankita had done pretty well academically in college, but she lost focus in her senior year and barely graduated. Rahul seemed to help her recover and supported her while she finished her commerce degree and then got an office job as an administrator.
After Ankita left to go back to her apartment, Manasi looked at her phone. She'd left it on the charger since she showered, and she had several missed texts. One from her daughter saying she was stopping by that was sent while she was with Javed. And then several new texts from Javed.
Javed: Thought you'd like some reminders of today.
That text was followed by a string of pictures. Manasi didn't realize he had taken photos, but he clearly had. While she sucked his cock. While he fucked her senseless. And while she cleaned him off. Manasi was instantly frightened by the existence of these photos. They could ruin her professional reputation if they got out. But she was also fascinated by the evidence of her debauchery. She almost couldn't believe it was really her. Her body looked better naked than she imagined, even with an extra 30 pounds. And the sight of Javed's ***** cock stuffed inside her started to turn her on all over again.
Manasi: Please don't show these to anyone else.
After a minute, he replied.
Javed: U just cum back tomorrow and ain't nothing to worry about. And dress like the Randi you are.
Manasi shuddered in pleasure at his command, but she quickly grew concerned by her limited wardrobe. There were so few items that still fit her, and, besides, none of them would meet the “Randi” standards Javed demanded.
The next day, Manasi spent her lunch hour leaving work to run to a shop. She picked out a sexy thong and see thru bra set, but she quickly realized this wasn't the problem. It was the outerwear that posed problems for her. Anything too sexy could set off neighborhood gossip as she walked to Javed's place. She finally settled on a short mini dress that barely reached below her ass and a pair of 4-inch heels before returning to work for the afternoon.
After getting home, Manasi quickly changed into her new outfit. I look ridiculous, she thought to herself. Her gut was plainly visible in her tight dress and her ass was practically hanging out. If the wind happened to kick her dress up, her ass would be openly visible with the thin strip of fabric on her thong barely providing any cover. She sighed as she strapped on her new high heels and took one last look in the mirror. Fuck, I look like a prostitute. An old prostitute, at that. Oh well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself.
While walking, Manasi wondered why she subjected herself to this. Why didn't she just walk away from it all. She was a successful career woman, and Javed was certainly no knight in shining armor. Quite the opposite, he seemed to take pleasure in humiliating her and treating her like a sex object. Yet, she enjoyed being treated like a sex object. She had never cum as hard and easily as she did yesterday, and the forbidden nature of their relationship excited her. A young, Landya living in a disgusting slum was the exact opposite of anyone else in her life. Her upbringing was sheltered, and she never had any close ***** friends. Without realizing it, at some point, ***** men had become a forbidden fruit that both frightened and fascinated her.
Then it occurred to Manasi, why am I parading through my neighborhood like this. Why didn't I drive? She cursed herself for this oversight and resolved to drive over next time. Next time, she thought to herself, realizing she was assuming the trips to Javed would become a regular occurrence. She felt her panties moisten as she drew closer to her destination.
Within a few minutes, she was knocking on Javed's door, nervously tugging her dress downward as the neighbors eyed her, the women judging her and the men ogling her. She felt like a cheap Randi. Guess I achieved my goal, she reasoned.
Javed chuckled as he opened the door, clearly pleased at the sight of her attire.
"Come in," he gestured.
Manasi stepped past him and then froze in her tracks as the front door closed behind her. The other two guys she'd previously seen with Javed at the basketball courts were seated on the couch.
"Don't be shy. We've got some company today. My bhai’s are hanging out. Boys, why don't you introduce yourselves?" Javed announced.
Manasi nervously stepped forward.
"Dilnawaz," said the first one.
"Salim," said the second, both of them lewdly eyeing her up and down.
"Manasi," she meekly introduced herself.
Both Dilnawaz and Salim were tall, a few inches over 6 feet. Whereas Javed was skinny, his friends were both heavyset. Dilnawaz probably weighed 120 Kgs. She guessed that Salim was closer to 150.
"Go on, sit on the couch," Javed ordered her.
Dilnawaz and Salim waited at each end while she took a seat right in between them, fretfully trying to maintain what modicum of modesty remained as she sat down, and her dress rode up.
"Ain't no need to be shy," Javed informed her. "I already told them what a good, little Randi you are, and I showed them the pictures." Manasi shuddered at this revelation. There was no modesty to protect if that's the case, she thought. "These boys been running with me since primary school. We do everything together and take care of each other. We share the wealth. What's mine is theirs and vice versa. And you're mine, so you're theirs. So, settle in, you've got a busy night ahead of you."
"Do you guys all go to school together?" Manasi winced at her lame attempt at small talk.
"Why don't you stand up here. Let the boys get a good look at you," Javed interjected. Manasi did as she was instructed. "We all used to go to school together, then we all dropped out a few years ago. School wasn't our thing, anyway. We're all 21 years old now. We're done with school."
As he said this, he raised Manasi's dress as she stood in front of Dilnawaz and Salim. They sat forward to take in the sight of her body reveal. As her hem rose above her waist, she felt the air on her ass cheeks as her thong was exposed. Javed continued to slowly raise her dress, and Manasi instinctively raised her arms to let her dress be completely lifted off, leaving her standing in her heels, thong, and see thru bra.
Dilnawaz and Salim whooped it up and hollered at the sight of Manasi nearly naked, while Manasi reflexively dropped her arms in a pathetic attempt to cover herself up. She felt Javed's hands on her shoulders, dropping her bra straps, and then the cups were pulled down, and her ample C cup breasts popped out.
"Ain't nothing we ain't seen before," said Javed, as he slapped her ass. "Look at that wet spot on your panties. Why you come over here?"
"For ***** cock," she replied nervously.
"Why you need ***** cock?" he persisted.
"Cause I'm a ***** Randi," Manasi admitted much more readily this time.
"You a Randi for ***** cock?"
"I'm a Randi for ***** cock," she repeated.
"Go on, get on your knees, and show my boys what you can do," Javed ordered her.
Manasi's eyes widened as she fell to her knees and eyed Dilnawaz seated a few feet away. Dilnawaz laid back on the couch as she crawled over to him. She quickly undid his jeans and lowered his pants to reveal an already hard cock. He was almost as large as Javed, Manasi marveled. She closed her eyes as she took him in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Salim slid over and sat down next to Dilnawaz. Manasi's hands reached over to Salim and lowered his pants while she continued to suck Dilnawaz. Then she started alternating between the two large ***** men, sucking one while giving the other a hand job.
She felt Javed's large hands on her hips, and then the tip of his cock drummed against her ass.
"You tap that ass yet?" she heard Salim ask.
"Nuh uh. Saving that for a special occasion," Javed laughed. "Just gonna insert myself into her pussy. Got a deposit to make. Got first dibs on this kutiya, but ya'll can take sloppy seconds after I'm done."
They all laughed at Manasi's expense as she continued to hungrily slurp on their cocks.
"Yo, you ever had a ***** kutiya before?" Salim asked.
"Not one this old. I think we done graduated to the moms."
"How old is this kutiya?" Salim asked.
"I don't even know. She old enough, I reckon," Javed admitted. "Get that lund out yo mouth and tell us how old you are," he said as he slapped her ass.
Manasi gagged as she let Salim's cock fall out of her mouth. Javed continued fucking her from behind, and her sopping wet pussy was quickly nearing an orgasm.
"44," she finally replied before taking Salim back into her mouth.
"Oh, shit," Dilnawaz laughed. "She's older than yo mama, Javed."
"She's older than all our mamas," Javed laughed.
They continued talking and degrading her as if she wasn't there. Except she was there, with one cock in her mouth, one in her hands, and one in her pussy. She secretly enjoyed being at the mercy of these young ***** men, and they knew it. Her pussy was on fire, and she quickly exploded in an orgasm, letting the cock fall from her mouth, her head hanging between Dilnawaz and Salim while she continued jerking off each of them as Javed shot her pussy full of cum.
Then they switched positions. Dilnawaz got up to take his turn tapping her pussy while Manasi focused on sucking off Salim.
"Yo, Javed. Your cum's leaking out this kutiya's pussy all over your carpet. That shit'll be hell to get out," Dilnawaz noted.
"That's just a reminder of me busting a nut in this kutiya," Javed concluded. "Maybe we'll make her clean it up after." They all laughed again.
Meanwhile, she felt Salim in her mouth closing in on an orgasm.
As Dilnawaz entered her pussy, Salim ejaculated. The initial burst hit the back of her throat, and she pulled off his cock as the subsequent shots sent streams of cum on her face and hair.
Within a few minutes, it was Dilnawaz's turn, and he planted his seed deep in her pussy, wave after wave of cum shooting out and filling her cavity.
As Dilnawaz finally pulled out of her, Manasi collapsed onto the floor, her body used up and spent. As she tried to regain strength, she asked, "Can I have a towel to clean off?"
Javed laughed. "What you need to clean off for? Why don't you walk home with that cum in your hair and face? Let someone know what you been up to.
Manasi was instantly frightened. "Please. It's one thing to secretly be a Randi. It's another to have the whole neighborhood know."
"But that's what you are," said Javed as he eyed her intensely. "But I guess you like to pretend to be a proper woman, but we know what you are," he said as he pointed at everyone in the room. He threw her a towel, and she gratefully wiped the evidence from her face and hair.
"It's Friday night. Where you going? You got a husband you're cheating on to get back to?" Salim asked.
"No, just my daughter." Manasi instantly regretted mentioning her daughter.
"Does she know what mama's been up to? Bring her around. We'll show her a good time," Dilnawaz offered.
"That's right neighborly of you," Manasi replied as she regained a little confidence. "But she doesn't need to know about all this."
"You'll be back tomorrow, though. Same time," Javed ordered.
Manasi nodded. "Hey, I'm going to drive over tomorrow. Where can I park? Are there assigned spots?"
"Oh, fuck no. You been walking your ass here, you'll keep walking your ass here. You parade that Randit ass through your neighborhood. Let them know what you are and where you're going. You trying to hide the fact that you come here to get your freak on. Fuck that. And one more thing. Don't wear underwear no more. No panties, no bra. At least not when you come here. You got that?"
Manasi looked shell shocked, still trying to process things. She gathered up her skimpy clothing scattered across the floor, got dressed, and left.
What have I gotten myself into, she wondered? There was nothing remotely warm or loving about any of the men she had just fucked. All of them treated her like nothing more than a sex toy. And yet, she undeniably had multiple orgasms, even as she was degraded and used like a cum dumpster. She craved their mistreatment, although she didn't look forward to her neighbors seeing her like this.
Manasi checked her phone. Shit, Ankita was waiting for her at home.
When she got home, Manasi tried to sneak upstairs to shower and change, but Ankita was right there.
"Jesus, Mom. Where are you going dressed like THAT?"
"I have to go freshen up," she said, quickly racing up the stairs.
"You give me hell for skirts above the knee. I can see your ass from down here at the bottom of the stairs -- a thong, my mom is wearing a thong..." Ankita's voice trailed off as Manasi locked her bedroom door behind her. She quickly turned on the shower and washed the stench of sex from her body.
Ankita was still waiting for her in the kitchen when she was done.
"Are you sleeping with one of the neighbors?" she accused her mom.
"No, why would you think that?" Manasi asked, trying to deflect.
"Well, it's either that or you're working the street corner if you're dressed like that. So, which is it?"
"Neither, now let it go. I just went for a little walk."
Ankita's face was incredulous, but she decided not to push it any further.
They settled into their usual dinner banter, although Manasi caught Ankita eyeing her suspiciously the whole time. She knows something is up, Manasi thought. She'd have to cover things up better going forward.
After dinner, Manasi checked her phone. Javed had kindly sent her a dozen photo reminders of her afternoon sexual deviancy.
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The next day, Manasi made the walk to Javed's apartment again. Earlier, she went out and bought short shorts, hoping they'd comply with her orders to dress slutty. After she put them on, she had no doubt they fit the bill. They were so short, she could be cited for public indecency. With no underwear underneath, her sagging ass cheeks were basically hanging out the bottom of them. For a top, she wore a tight tank top. With no bra, her large areolas and nipples clearly protruded. I look obscene, she thought to herself, but she strapped on her heels and proceeded on her route.
At least her daughter was at a concert with her boyfriend tonight. She wouldn't have to worry about Ankita waiting for her at home when she returned. Luckily, she didn't pass close to anyone else as she marched quickly through her neighborhood.
As she arrived at her destination, the door opened, and Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim all greeted her.
"I see you guys all came back for seconds," Manasi stated, trying to assert herself a little more.
"Kutiya is feeling frisky," Dilnawaz hooted.
Soon Manasi was naked, riding Javed in a cowgirl position, while sucking Salim standing just to the side. Even though blow jobs didn't hit any of her erogenous zones, she was getting used to having a hard cock in her mouth and enjoyed it. She marveled at how she turned on the three young studs and could make them cum. Lately, she'd felt like an old nag that no one wanted, so it was refreshing and invigorating to know she could still turn some heads, and even more so that she could turn on much younger heads.
Manasi was close to cumming when the front door opened, and in stepped a young ***** woman.
"What the fuck is going on here?" the newcomer demanded.
Manasi was startled and frozen in place, still sitting on Javed with his cock stuffed in her pussy and Salim's cock filling her mouth.
"Damn. I was just about to blow my load," complained Javed. "Why you gotta barge in right then, Laila? This the kutiya I told you about. She out here for her daily fix of lund."
"She old," Laila replied coldly.
"All the parts still work. We been seeing to that," Javed refuted her.
"Fuck, that killed the mood," Salim complained as he pulled his cock out of Manasi's mouth.
Manasi fell off Javed, suddenly very conscious of her nakedness on display in front of the stranger that was clearly judging her. She was younger, probably close in age to the boys, and about 5'7" and skinny... maybe 50 kgs.
Dilnawaz threw an arm around the new woman, "Let's get back in the mood."
The woman pushed Dilnawaz aside and crouched down next to Manasi, eyeing her intensely.
"What's your name?"
"Manasi," she replied nervously, unsure where this was going.
"Ain't you got some ***** man who wanna fuck you? Why you gotta be taking our ***** men, huh? Looks like you done took three all for yourself. What does that leave me?"
Manasi sat silently. Behind her, the three men snickered.
"Can't you talk? Cat got your tongue?" Laila asked.
"Leave her alone, Laila. She ain't done nothing to you," Dilnawaz interjected.
"Ain't done nothing to me? I was your side piece till she showed up. Now what?" Laila demanded to know.
"There's plenty of me to go around, baby," Dilnawaz replied.
"There's plenty of her to go around, too, it seems."
Laila ran her fingers over Manasi's naked back, her long nails sending shivers up Manasi's spine, and then she dragged them down her front side until she took Manasi's nipple between her fingers.
"Your nipple getting all hard. Don't take much to turn you on, does it?"
Manasi shook her head.
Laila stood up in front of her.
"Are you their kutiya?" she asked.
Manasi nodded her head.
"Well, then you can be my kutiya, too."
And Laila spread her legs and raised her salwar kameez above her waist.
"Come here and take off my panties and worship my pussy," Laila commanded.
The boys were beside themselves in amusement. Manasi looked at Javed briefly, but he just indicated she should do as ordered. So, she crawled naked on her knees to Laila. Manasi had never been with a woman, and she wasn't even sure how to eat pussy. None of her lovers had ever been adept at cunnilingus, so she wasn't even sure how to go about it.
Laila grabbed her head and shoved it into her crotch. "I said eat my pussy, kutiya."
Manasi quickly reached up to slide off her panties. Waiting underneath was Manasi's first look at a pussy. While Manasi wasn't sure how to eat a pussy, she was very familiar with how to play with one. Her fingers separated Laila's lips to reveal the pink flesh underneath, and then she quickly found the spot that personally brought her the most pleasure during masturbation.
"My pussy ain't finger food, kutiya. You use your tongue to eat," Laila barked out.
Manasi started using her tongue to lap at the spot she was rubbing with her fingers, hoping it would pleasure her tormentor. Very quickly, Manasi sensed it was working as she tasted a wet secretion coming from her pussy. A little salty and mildly metallic, she was pleased to be on the right path, and she kept working the same spot, knowing it was the most surefire way to make herself orgasm, and hoping it worked for Laila, too.
She heard the boys whispering among themselves, surely enjoying the unexpected lesbian show. She snuck a glance upward and saw Laila still eyeing her, but clearly enjoying having the older ***** woman servicing her.
After a few more minutes, it was like someone opened a faucet full blast, and Laila's wetness was dripping onto Manasi's face. Laila's breathing quickly became shorter as she neared closer and closer to an orgasm. Her hands reached down to pull Manasi's face closer, and she ground her crotch into Manasi as she climaxed all over her face.
Manasi was relieved to pass the test and hoping maybe she somehow proved herself through it.
Laila stepped back and gathered herself for a moment while her orgasm subsided.
"Lawdy. That kutiya knows how to eat a pussy. That ain't your first time," Laila called out.
"It was," Manasi replied demurely.
"Don't worry, we got that special moment recorded, so you can relive it again and again," Salim offered.
"Now that's how you get back in the mood," Dilnawaz exclaimed. "Having your pussy eaten is good and all, but I bet my side piece wants good hard lund in her now."
Laila and Dilnawaz fell onto the couch and soon they were fucking. Javed and Salim came over to Manasi.
"Now, where were we?" Javed asked.
And they picked up where they left off with Javed under Manasi while she sucked off Salim. Everything was a blur after that for Manasi, with the boys all taking turns on both her and Laila. Manasi came so many times and had so many loads of cum dumped on her, she lost count of it all. She barely remembered stumbling home in the dark, her entire body a sweaty, sticky mess. She limped through Shergill Park back to her neighborhood, her legs and pussy sore from all the pounding.
Manasi settled into a regular routine for the next week, going over to Javed's place for regular fuck sessions with her young studs. Laila joined most of those sessions. There was more than enough cock to go around and keep each one of them satisfied, although Laila still seemed to eye Manasi suspiciously.
As they wrapped up the Thursday night session, though, Javed had a special request.
"I think we'll party all weekend long. Friday night straight through Sunday. But we're taking the party to your house Friday night." He was looking right at Manasi as he said it.
Manasi quickly sobered up. "But I -- " she started, trying to find an excuse.
"But what? We ain't good enough? We good enough to fuck you silly, but we ain't good enough to let in the front door?" Javed demanded to know.
"It's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" Javed replied indignantly.
Manasi bit her lower lip, and then conceded. "It's like you can come over about 5:30 tomorrow. My daughter's going out of town with her boyfriend. It's actually good timing."
"Alright then. We'll be there to add some color to that damn hood," Javed said, laughing.
As Manasi walked back home, she worried how to keep the neighbors from talking. A group of young ***** folks spending the weekend at her home would raise suspicions. Maybe she'd just have them pull straight into the garage. Manasi was nervous in a way she hadn't felt since she first started visiting Javed.
The first time Manasi visited Javed, there was a naughty, forbidden aspect to it. Since then, she became used to being degraded and fucked by her young ***** studs. Now the pleasure came from the endless hard cocks and orgasms they inflicted on her.
But the prospect of them visiting her home raised the stakes again. It restored the naughty, forbidden aspect that excited her. It was one thing for Manasi to sneak away and carry on her illicit fantasies in secret. It was another thing to basically bring her secret life home where all her friends and neighbors had a completely different view of her from the reality she'd lived the past few weeks.
As Manasi approached her house on the walk home, she saw her daughter's car in the driveway. Luckily, her daughter hadn't stopped by all week, but now she'd have to try to sneak by quickly and shower. As she drew close to the front door, she prepared to run upstairs, but her daughter opened the door before she even got there,
"Mom, what the hell?" Ankita shrieked. "You look like a Randi!"
"Don't talk to your mother like that," Manasi called as she raced past to her bedroom.
With the door locked behind her, Manasi caught sight of herself in a mirror. She's right, thought Manasi, I do look like a Randi. Not surprising since I am a Randi, she concluded. Short mini dress that doesn't even cover her ass, tight top with nipples poking through, and hooker heels. There was dried up streaks of cum on her legs and patches of cum on her hair and body.
A half hour later, Manasi finally emerged after showering and changing, but Ankita waited impatiently downstairs.
"Mom, we need to talk," her daughter demanded.
"I don't want to talk about it," Manasi replied.
"Look, I know you're an adult. Duh. You can do what you want. And I want you to have a social life. But this isn't you. Dressing like a whore? Who are you seeing? Who are you doing all this for? I could smell the sex on your body as you ran past."
"It's nothing. I've met a new group of friends, and we like to hang out. So, I dress up a little more. It's just innocent fun," Manasi defended herself.
"Innocent fun? You look like the whores in the slums across the way."
"Shut it. I won't have you talk to me that way in my own house."
"I'm just worried about you," Ankita pleaded.
"There's nothing to worry about, ok?" Manasi tried to reassure her.
"I hope so. I'm going away for the weekend with Rahul. I hope I can trust you to behave yourself, mom"
Manasi smiled. "Of course, you can."
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*****
Manasi stood in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5'4" frame. If she was being kind, she'd describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she'd describe herself as chubby.
She pinched the fat hanging over the waistband of her panties and cursed her puffy cheeks and the jiggle in her legs. I have to do something about this, she thought. At least her shoulder length auburn hair hadn't started turning grey yet, and her green eyes still looked sharp. The lines were starting to show on her face, but if she wore make up, she could still pass for a woman in her 30's. An out of shape woman in her 30's, anyway. There are limits to how much make-up can fix, and it can't fix an extra 30 pounds.
Half her wardrobe was pushed to the back of the closet because it no longer fit, while the other half was on the verge of no longer fitting. Manasi had recently taken to wearing loose dresses since they felt more comfortable, but she decided, enough was enough, and resolved to get into better shape.
She changed out of her regular bra into a sports bra. If there was one positive to her weight gain, it was that her B cup breasts were now a C cup, although she'd gladly trade them back for her old figure. She got dressed into her exercise clothes - running shorts, tank top, socks, and shoes - and then she was ready to go.
Manasi stepped out the front door of her upper middle-class neighborhood. SUV's and newer sedans were parked in every driveway. She started a slow jog, thinking how she had to pace herself. At the end of her neighborhood, she followed the path through a small grove of trees into Shergill Park. Shergill Park was a basic community park with a football field, some tennis courts, playgrounds, picnic shelters, and basketball courts. Winding through those amenities was a running trail. One loop on that running trail was about a kilometer. She figured if she could do a few laps, that would be a good kick start to her exercise goals.
She ran past the playgrounds with kids playing and parents idly watching their phones. Manasi ran past a family enjoying themselves at one of the picnic shelters. She already felt better about herself, noting how out of shape that family looked. At least she was exercising and trying to get into better shape, she mused. She passed by the empty tennis courts and then jogged up a small hill that led to the basketball courts.
Almost out of breath from the short ascent, she stopped at the top to catch her breath. She stood with her hands on her knees and in dismay at how easily winded she became. There were three young ***** men at the basketball courts. They seemed to stop their game and then started talking. Were they laughing at her, she wondered?
Behind the basketball courts was a subsidized housing complex. She didn't know much about it, but she knew neighbors who complained about the quality of people it put near her neighborhood, depressing their property values.
"Yo, you need some help or something?" one of them called out to her.
Manasi shook her head, embarrassed. She realized she probably looked like she was staring at them. Her breath was recovered, and she resumed her jog past the basketball court. She decided one lap was probably enough for today as she neared the fork in the path that led back to her neighborhood. Within a few minutes, she was back home, resting her tired feet and sitting under a ceiling fan to cool off.
The next day, Manasi was ready to go running again. This time she remembered to stretch beforehand. She figured she'd try to pace herself even slower, and hopefully she wouldn't have to stop halfway like last time. Her goal was to complete at least 2 laps in Shergill park this time.
And everything went well till she hit the same short hill leading up to the basketball courts. Again, her endurance failed her, and she stopped to catch her breath. This time, there was only one young Landya at the courts. She thought he looked like the one who called out to her yesterday.
"Yo, you need something? Something you want over here?"
Manasi froze, unsure how to answer. Definitely the same guy as yesterday. Probably around 20 years old.
"I -- I'm sorry. I'm just out of shape," Manasi muttered between breaths. "
The guy laughed. "Thought you was checking me out or something."
Manasi was taken aback. "No, no, I wasn't, as you say, checking you out."
"It's alright if you were. You ain't got to be ashamed."
Manasi couldn't believe what the young man was insinuating.
"I've got to go," she replied curtly, as she turned to start jogging again. She thought she heard his laughter trailing behind her.
That evening, Manasi thought about her encounter with the young Landya in the park. Had she somehow inadvertently sent him some signals?
The more she thought about it, though, the more her mind wandered to the man himself. He was much taller than her, probably about 6'1", but skinny. Maybe 150 pounds. The confident and brazen way he spoke to her made her nervous, although she wasn't sure what kind of nervous. She felt a fear, but she also felt a tinge of excitement.
God, I'm old enough to be his mom, Manasi thought to herself. Actually, since he probably lived in the slums, there's decent odds I'm older than his mom, she reconsidered. Though she knew next to nothing about him, not even his name, she found herself replaying their interactions through her mind. Still later, she caught her hand rubbing her wet mound while thinking about him.
God, what am I doing, she scolded herself? She was a manager at a large building management corporation and had nothing in common with him. It just served to remind her how lonely she was. Her daughter, Ankita, was 21 and out of the house now. Ankita's father had been AWOL for over a decade, and she hadn't been in a serious relationship in over 5 years. She had given up on relationships, instead filling her time with local groups and tending to her yard.
The next day, she considered taking a different running path, but decided she wouldn't let him scare her off. She just needed to make it past that hill by the basketball courts without stopping and ignore him.
As she got to the hill, she was determined to power through it, but her will was greater than her strength, and she slowed again as she reached the top.
"See, what did I tell you? Every day that bitch is checking me out. She must like Katela laudas."
There stood her tormentor, along with the other two guys from the first day again.
With her hands on her knees and still catching her breath, she glared toward the courts.
"Don't flatter yourself," she called between breaths. They laughed at her in reply.
"You're feisty today. I like it," he shouted back. "I bet that lily-***** pussy is a fine fuck."
Manasi was shocked by his brazenness. And somewhat flattered by it, even though she knew she should be repulsed. It'd been a long time since anyone had appealed to her sexual side, and it awakened something inside her.
The three young men whooped it up at her expense.
"What's your digits?" the stranger shouted back.
She shot him a confused look. He pointed at her arm where her cell phone was secure in an arm band.
Reflexively, she recited her number, and then immediately regretted it. Within seconds, she felt her phone vibrate. The text came from an unknown number with a one-word message --
Javed
Manasi stared at her phone screen for a long moment before finally replying, "I have to go."
Javed smiled smugly as he watched her jog off.
*****
Manasi got back home after she finished her jog and jumped in the shower. As the water rolled down her naked body, she thought about her encounter with Javed. He both scared and excited her, and she felt her nipples harden while thinking about him.
She toweled off after the shower and picked up her phone to find unread text messages. She saw they were from Javed, and she clicked on the text string.
U no u want it
She downloaded the picture sent with the text and gasped as it filled her screen. It was a close-up of a man's crotch, presumably Javed. He was wearing boxer briefs, but the underwear could barely contain the massive cock bulging underneath. His cock was practically poking out the top of his underwear, and the bulge appeared so thick, it was twice as fat as any cock she had ever been with.
Manasi had always heard rumors about how well-endowed ***** men are. She always chalked it up as an urban legend, but Javed was making her reconsider if there was some truth to those rumors.
Then Manasi had second thoughts. This isn't him, she reasoned? He probably just sent some picture of a porn star he found on the internet.
She texted him back.
Ha ha. Nice try. Like I'm supposed to believe that's you.
She put her phone down to clean around her house, but a few minutes later, her phone buzzed again.
She nervously picked it up to check the response. It was another picture. This time it was clearly a mirror selfie with Javed's face plainly recognizable, his six pack abs visible, and the same monster cock practically breaking through his underwear.
Manasi was shaking, unsure how to respond. On one hand, she'd had other men try to send her lund picks in the past, and they always disgusted her. On the other hand, his cock dwarfed anything else she'd been previously sent. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't mesmerized at the sight of it. He was everything she wasn't. He was *****; she was *****. He was tall, she was short. He was skinny; she was overweight. He was young; she was old. He was brash; she was reserved. But it'd been years since anyone made her feel sexy, and he was definitely appealing to her sexual side, however crudely.
Another text buzzed.
Believe it. Cum and get it.
Then one more picture came thru.
This time, his underwear was pulled down, and his cock was fully exposed. It hung languidly, still semi flaccid, but massively thick and long. She stared at it, almost unable to fathom how large he was. His skinny frame just exaggerated how well-endowed Javed was.
Then more texts came through.
I no u like wat u c
Tell me u dont want it.
Where ur pic
Manasi froze, unsure how to respond. She knew she should just ignore his texts or block his number, yet, there was a force inside her that wanted to respond. Poor grammar aside, her heart was racing, and she craved his cock.
She finally decided to try to play coy.
What do you want with an old fat, ***** woman?
God, I can't believe I'm actually responding to him, Manasi thought.
She got another response within seconds.
Ima make you my kutiya and bust a nut inside ya
Manasi couldn't believe his crude talk turned her on. He was treating her like a sexual object, and her own body was responding to the treatment.
Manasi: You wish
Javed: Go on ur run tomorrow. Don't wear no panties if u wanna get wit me.
That night Manasi's mind was racing. She knew she should just avoid the park. She could just avoid jogging altogether. Or even if she did, she just had to wear underwear. She already did that. Yet, she was conflicted. Her heart was racing in addition to her mind, and her heart wanted to follow through on Javed's dare.
All the next day at work, his dare was all that Manasi could think about. By the time she came home and it was time for her afternoon jog, she finally had to choose.
As she changed out of her work clothes, she slipped off her panties before changing into running shorts. Then she decided her running shorts were too short. Her pussy might be on display, so she opted for a pair of bicycle shorts. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought to herself.
The next thing she knew, Manasi was jogging down her street and turning down the path into Shergill Park. A few minutes later she was climbing up the short hill that led to the basketball courts. For once, she wasn't winded as she reached the top, but she stopped at the sight of Javed waiting for her.
"See, I knew you'd come," Javed declared.
Manasi stood silently fidgeting in place.
Javed walked up to her, and she grew nervous as he drew near, a lecherous smile on his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Javed asked, as he reached a hand directly on her ass. Manasi was glad there was no one in sight to see her being lewdly groped in public. She stood stone silent, biting her lip.
"No underwear, huh? Just like I told you," Javed confirmed.
Manasi was taking slow, deep breaths, simultaneously terrified and titillated by Javed.
"Let's take you back to my place. Give you what you're looking for," he stated.
Everything in Manasi's conscience told her to run, but she felt her body almost involuntarily moving to follow Javed. She panicked in that moment.
"I'm sorry. I have to get home," and she took off sprinting down the path back to her neighborhood.
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After she got back home, she saw a text message waiting for her.
Javed: Ur missing out.
Manasi: I'm sorry
Javed: I've got other Randis. U the 1 missing out. Don't be wasting my time.
Manasi: I won't waste your time.
Javed: U gon be my kutiya then.
Manasi paused for a few minutes before responding.
Manasi: I'll be your kutiya.
Javed: Gud. Chali 31, Kholi no. C12. 5:30 tomorrow. Don't disappoint me.
Manasi swallowed hard. She didn't respond, but she had made up her mind to go through with it.
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Manasi fretted over what to wear. She had just gotten home from work. What does one wear to a booty call, she wondered? Not like she had much clothing left that fit anymore. She had worn the one pair of work slacks that still fit her during the day. Maybe she should just wear a jogging outfit. She finally decided to keep on the work slacks and blouse, put her heels back on, and started walking.
As she walked thru her neighborhood and then Shergill park, she felt everyone's eyes judging her, as if they knew where she was going and what she intended to do when she got there. She passed one of her neighbors walking in the opposite direction. A friendly wave and then they were past each other. As she climbed up the hill to the basketball court, she wasn't sure what to expect, but the courts were empty. A minute later she was leaving Shergill Park and entering the slums.
Manasi felt like she was entering another world, even though it was only a few minutes’ walk from her house. The small parking lot needed repaving, and weeds were growing through the cracks. The brick of the apartment buildings was faded and worn. The bikes and cars parked in the lot looked far different from those in her well-maintained neighborhood. They were mostly older models, many of them banged up with large dents, scratches, or mismatched hoods and bumpers.
She suddenly felt out of place. ***** and Dalit people were sitting on their broken walls or looking out their windows, staring at the well-dressed ***** woman invading their neighborhood. In her blouse, slacks, and high heels, she cut a much different figure from the mothers in their maxis and everyone else in their ragged shorts, lungis and banians.
Manasi looked at the building numbers and traced her way to building 31. She looked at her phone; she was right on time. Apartment C12 was in sight on the first floor. It was gut check time. She stopped for a moment and then took a deep breath and powered forward.
The next thing she knew, her hand was knocking on the door. She noted how the door had God knows how many coats of paint on it. Probably to keep the finish looking decent, she decided. And then the door opened, and Javed stood before her, flashing a smug grin.
"Come in, come in," he beckoned.
Manasi stepped into the apartment. She noted it was relatively clean inside. She entered the living room and noticed the adjacent kitchen and dining spaces. Presumably, the bedrooms were behind the kitchen. There was a sliding glass door on the far wall looking out into a courtyard.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Javed playfully teased.
Manasi nervously stood still, unsure what to do. She felt his body hovering directly behind her. He smelled her hair, the scent of her perfume filling his senses.
"Why don't you strip naked?" he finally asked as he circled in front of her.
Manasi looked away, feeling almost frozen in place.
"I thought you came here to be my kutiya. What you waiting for?" he sternly asked.
The next thing Manasi knew, her hands were unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her cream-colored bra.
"Keep going," he urged her.
She undid the snap and zipper on her slacks and let them fall to the floor as well. She stepped out of the legs, the fabric getting caught in her heels as she tried to step out. Soon she was left standing in nothing but her heels, bra, and panties.
"I said naked, kutiya."
Her hands reached in back to unsnap her bra, revealing her C cup breasts. She instinctively lifted a hand across as the bra fell off, but Javed reached over to lower her arm out of the way. He smiled at the sight of her C cup titties jiggling.
Taking a step forward, he reached his rough, calloused fingers inside her panties to her labia. With his other hand, he teased her nipples. Manasi felt herself becoming wet almost instantly as he teased her pussy. Then he leaned down and took her left tit into his mouth while he continued to finger her below.
Manasi moaned loudly in response as she felt his finger slip inside. Impulsively, she gyrated on his appendage, bouncing lightly on it. Then Javed pulled his hand out of her panties and took a step back.
She looked at him with pleading eyes, her loins on fire and desperate for his touch, but he returned a cold smile.
"Why you come here?" he asked calmly.
Manasi stood silent, unsure how to respond.
"I said, why you come here?" he repeated a little louder.
"I -- I don't know," she mumbled.
"Oh, I know why you came here. Now I just want to hear you say it."
"I came for you," Manasi admitted.
"Oh, isn't that sweet. Pray tell, what is it you want from me?" he teased her.
"Sex," she finally admitted. "I want you to make love to me."
Javed laughed. "Make love? I don't make love. I fuck my Randis. Kutiya, you came here to get fucked, now say it."
Manasi stood stunned for a second. Such explicit talk was not in her nature, but she was already this deep in the hole. "I came here to get fucked," she replied meekly.
Javed squinted his eyes. "And why you need to get fucked?"
Manasi's heart was racing. He was humiliating her, and she felt ashamed. But she also felt a tingle of excitement forming in her pussy.
"Because I like it," she replied.
"Almost, almost. It's because you a Randi, ain't it?" Javed asked her.
Manasi slowly nodded her head in silence.
"I can't hear you," Javed complained.
"I'm a Randi," Manasi conceded.
"And who's Randi are you?" he asked.
"I'm your Randi."
"Louder!"
"I'm your Randi!" she practically screamed.
Javed's face broken into a wide grin.
"Good, now take off them panties," he commanded.
Manasi body shook with nervous fear tinged with excitement as she slid her panties down and kicked them off. Javed circled around her, eyeing her body.
"Not bad for an old choot. A little extra cushion for the pushin'," Javed laughed. "I like these titties," he said as he twisted her nipples between his fingers. "You ever had ***** cock?"
Manasi shook her head, trying to look stoic while he toyed with her nipples.
Javed smirked. "I figured as much. Well, you're gonna have to work for it. Get on your knees."
She lowered herself down as he positioned himself standing in front of her, his crotch staring her in the face.
"Go ahead, open up your prize," he ordered.
Manasi's hands reached up to unsnap and lower his jeans. Now his bulge plainly sat right in her face, somehow appearing even larger in real life than in the pictures. She stared, almost afraid to unleash the snake hidden inside.
"Go on, get you a look see," he encouraged her.
Her hands pulled his underwear down, letting his cock tumble out into her face. It was semi-flaccid and already larger than any cock she'd ever been with. She looked up to the sight of a smug smirk on Javed's face.
She took his cock into her hands, slowly working his shaft.
"Open your mouth, kutiya," he ordered her.
She obeyed his directive, opening her mouth and taking his member in. Javed peered down, pleased at her submittal. She slowly ran her lips over him, feeling him grow inside her mouth. The more he responded, the quicker she sucked on his thick cock, eliciting an ever-increasing response.
Manasi was still nervous and wanted to prove herself to her new lover. She still felt unsure why a young, fit man would be interested in her sexually, so she resolved not to give him any reason to complain. She heard him laugh as she gagged while trying to take as much of his cock as she could into her mouth.
"Kutiya, don't hurt yourself," he warned her. "I think you earned yourself a good lund down right in your pussy." Javed reached down and pinched her nipples. Then he pulled her up to her feet by her teats. As she looked up into his face, her sensitive nipples were hardened and swollen. Her mouth was still agape with a dribble of pre-cum dangling from her lips as he directed her to sit on the couch.
"Now spread your legs, kutiya," he ordered her.
Manasi did as she was told, spreading her legs widely to present herself to her young master. She was glad that she had trimmed her bush the previous night.
Then Javed rudely slapped his rock-hard cock several times against her displayed cunt. Manasi's pussy felt like it was on fire. She felt her wetness quickly spreading as she looked down, his massive cock hung menacingly, wielded like a vulgar weapon he threatened to use against her. He was right; he wasn't going to make love to her. Javed entire body and glare oozed with pure carnal animalistic lust, and she was the prey.
She watched as he slowly entered inside her, her pussy lips spreading wide to take in his thick cock. She marveled at his girth and how it felt inside her as 10 inches of manhood disappeared through her slit. Manasi closed her eyes and took a deep breath in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive.
And then he started pumping her with forceful, almost angry thrusts. His hands grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet back till they were almost at her ears. She was pinned down as Javed furiously fucked her, his massive cock filling her pussy.
She screamed in pleasure, abandoning any concern about neighbors hearing her in the throes of passion.
"Take that ***** cock, kutiya, take that ***** cock," he ordered her. "I'm gonna cum deep in that ***** pussy, kutiya."
All she could emit was wordless moans and screams in response as he fucked her. Her body crescendoed into an orgasm, convulsing under him as he continued to pump her with complete disregard for her climax.
A few minutes later, Javed grunted and pushed his cock its full length deep inside as she felt the pulses of his ejaculation shoot off inside her.
Both of their bodies were sweaty and spent. She felt him soften slightly, her swollen pussy lips no longer just a slit, but a gaping hole, even after he had pulled out completely.
Then Javed climbed up onto the couch till his cock was in her face again.
"Clean it off," he commanded.
And she obliged. The mixture of his cum and her own wetness hit her tongue like a salty concoction as she took him back in her mouth, sucking off the warm sticky film coating his manhood. After a minute he pulled out of her mouth. He grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and tossed it at her.
"Clean yourself off," he ordered. "Then collect your shit. You can come back here same time tomorrow again for another fucking. I know you enjoyed it."
Manasi was in a daze. Her body was still recovering from the pounding she took as well as the orgasm, and her mind was reeling, trying to process what she let Javed do to her.
"Oh, and dress sexier tomorrow. You're a Randi. I expect you to dress like one when you come around. You ain't got any reason to be here except to be a Randi."
Manasi nodded her head in submissive acceptance.
"Do you even know my name," she asked hoarsely.
"Does it even matter?" he replied, snickering. "But go ahead and tell me the name of the Randi I just fucked."
"Manasi."
"Manasi, my kutiya," he laughed.
Then Manasi slowly got up to collect her clothes and get dressed before embarking on the walk of shame back home.
******
Manasi saw her daughter's car parked in the driveway as she approached home. She stopped in her tracks for a moment but quickly decided to play it cool. After all, her daughter, Ankita, had no reason to suspect what she'd been up to.
"Mom, where have you been?" Ankita cheerfully asked as Manasi walked in.
"Oh, I just went for a walk. I needed some fresh air." She tried to sound upbeat but knew she didn't sound convincing.
"In your work clothes and heels still? I'm surprised you didn't change into something different."
"Oh, I walk around in these heels all day. It's nothing."
Manasi caught sight of herself in the reflection of the stainless fridge, and what she saw alarmed her. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes badly rumpled. Suddenly, she swore she could smell the sex on her.
"I'm going to go change real quick," Manasi announced, quickly racing upstairs to shower and change.
Manasi felt much better after, and she and Ankita ate a quick dinner and talked a while. Ankita lived with her boyfriend Rahul, whom she dated since right after school. Rahul worked second shift at a food manufacturer, so Ankita often stopped by to visit her mother in the afternoon while her boyfriend was at work.
Manasi was glad her daughter seemed to be pulling her life together. Ankita had done pretty well academically in college, but she lost focus in her senior year and barely graduated. Rahul seemed to help her recover and supported her while she finished her commerce degree and then got an office job as an administrator.
After Ankita left to go back to her apartment, Manasi looked at her phone. She'd left it on the charger since she showered, and she had several missed texts. One from her daughter saying she was stopping by that was sent while she was with Javed. And then several new texts from Javed.
Javed: Thought you'd like some reminders of today.
That text was followed by a string of pictures. Manasi didn't realize he had taken photos, but he clearly had. While she sucked his cock. While he fucked her senseless. And while she cleaned him off. Manasi was instantly frightened by the existence of these photos. They could ruin her professional reputation if they got out. But she was also fascinated by the evidence of her debauchery. She almost couldn't believe it was really her. Her body looked better naked than she imagined, even with an extra 30 pounds. And the sight of Javed's ***** cock stuffed inside her started to turn her on all over again.
Manasi: Please don't show these to anyone else.
After a minute, he replied.
Javed: U just cum back tomorrow and ain't nothing to worry about. And dress like the Randi you are.
Manasi shuddered in pleasure at his command, but she quickly grew concerned by her limited wardrobe. There were so few items that still fit her, and, besides, none of them would meet the “Randi” standards Javed demanded.
The next day, Manasi spent her lunch hour leaving work to run to a shop. She picked out a sexy thong and see thru bra set, but she quickly realized this wasn't the problem. It was the outerwear that posed problems for her. Anything too sexy could set off neighborhood gossip as she walked to Javed's place. She finally settled on a short mini dress that barely reached below her ass and a pair of 4-inch heels before returning to work for the afternoon.
After getting home, Manasi quickly changed into her new outfit. I look ridiculous, she thought to herself. Her gut was plainly visible in her tight dress and her ass was practically hanging out. If the wind happened to kick her dress up, her ass would be openly visible with the thin strip of fabric on her thong barely providing any cover. She sighed as she strapped on her new high heels and took one last look in the mirror. Fuck, I look like a prostitute. An old prostitute, at that. Oh well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself.
While walking, Manasi wondered why she subjected herself to this. Why didn't she just walk away from it all. She was a successful career woman, and Javed was certainly no knight in shining armor. Quite the opposite, he seemed to take pleasure in humiliating her and treating her like a sex object. Yet, she enjoyed being treated like a sex object. She had never cum as hard and easily as she did yesterday, and the forbidden nature of their relationship excited her. A young, Landya living in a disgusting slum was the exact opposite of anyone else in her life. Her upbringing was sheltered, and she never had any close ***** friends. Without realizing it, at some point, ***** men had become a forbidden fruit that both frightened and fascinated her.
Then it occurred to Manasi, why am I parading through my neighborhood like this. Why didn't I drive? She cursed herself for this oversight and resolved to drive over next time. Next time, she thought to herself, realizing she was assuming the trips to Javed would become a regular occurrence. She felt her panties moisten as she drew closer to her destination.
Within a few minutes, she was knocking on Javed's door, nervously tugging her dress downward as the neighbors eyed her, the women judging her and the men ogling her. She felt like a cheap Randi. Guess I achieved my goal, she reasoned.
Javed chuckled as he opened the door, clearly pleased at the sight of her attire.
"Come in," he gestured.
Manasi stepped past him and then froze in her tracks as the front door closed behind her. The other two guys she'd previously seen with Javed at the basketball courts were seated on the couch.
"Don't be shy. We've got some company today. My bhai’s are hanging out. Boys, why don't you introduce yourselves?" Javed announced.
Manasi nervously stepped forward.
"Dilnawaz," said the first one.
"Salim," said the second, both of them lewdly eyeing her up and down.
"Manasi," she meekly introduced herself.
Both Dilnawaz and Salim were tall, a few inches over 6 feet. Whereas Javed was skinny, his friends were both heavyset. Dilnawaz probably weighed 120 Kgs. She guessed that Salim was closer to 150.
"Go on, sit on the couch," Javed ordered her.
Dilnawaz and Salim waited at each end while she took a seat right in between them, fretfully trying to maintain what modicum of modesty remained as she sat down, and her dress rode up.
"Ain't no need to be shy," Javed informed her. "I already told them what a good, little Randi you are, and I showed them the pictures." Manasi shuddered at this revelation. There was no modesty to protect if that's the case, she thought. "These boys been running with me since primary school. We do everything together and take care of each other. We share the wealth. What's mine is theirs and vice versa. And you're mine, so you're theirs. So, settle in, you've got a busy night ahead of you."
"Do you guys all go to school together?" Manasi winced at her lame attempt at small talk.
"Why don't you stand up here. Let the boys get a good look at you," Javed interjected. Manasi did as she was instructed. "We all used to go to school together, then we all dropped out a few years ago. School wasn't our thing, anyway. We're all 21 years old now. We're done with school."
As he said this, he raised Manasi's dress as she stood in front of Dilnawaz and Salim. They sat forward to take in the sight of her body reveal. As her hem rose above her waist, she felt the air on her ass cheeks as her thong was exposed. Javed continued to slowly raise her dress, and Manasi instinctively raised her arms to let her dress be completely lifted off, leaving her standing in her heels, thong, and see thru bra.
Dilnawaz and Salim whooped it up and hollered at the sight of Manasi nearly naked, while Manasi reflexively dropped her arms in a pathetic attempt to cover herself up. She felt Javed's hands on her shoulders, dropping her bra straps, and then the cups were pulled down, and her ample C cup breasts popped out.
"Ain't nothing we ain't seen before," said Javed, as he slapped her ass. "Look at that wet spot on your panties. Why you come over here?"
"For ***** cock," she replied nervously.
"Why you need ***** cock?" he persisted.
"Cause I'm a ***** Randi," Manasi admitted much more readily this time.
"You a Randi for ***** cock?"
"I'm a Randi for ***** cock," she repeated.
"Go on, get on your knees, and show my boys what you can do," Javed ordered her.
Manasi's eyes widened as she fell to her knees and eyed Dilnawaz seated a few feet away. Dilnawaz laid back on the couch as she crawled over to him. She quickly undid his jeans and lowered his pants to reveal an already hard cock. He was almost as large as Javed, Manasi marveled. She closed her eyes as she took him in her mouth.
Meanwhile, Salim slid over and sat down next to Dilnawaz. Manasi's hands reached over to Salim and lowered his pants while she continued to suck Dilnawaz. Then she started alternating between the two large ***** men, sucking one while giving the other a hand job.
She felt Javed's large hands on her hips, and then the tip of his cock drummed against her ass.
"You tap that ass yet?" she heard Salim ask.
"Nuh uh. Saving that for a special occasion," Javed laughed. "Just gonna insert myself into her pussy. Got a deposit to make. Got first dibs on this kutiya, but ya'll can take sloppy seconds after I'm done."
They all laughed at Manasi's expense as she continued to hungrily slurp on their cocks.
"Yo, you ever had a ***** kutiya before?" Salim asked.
"Not one this old. I think we done graduated to the moms."
"How old is this kutiya?" Salim asked.
"I don't even know. She old enough, I reckon," Javed admitted. "Get that lund out yo mouth and tell us how old you are," he said as he slapped her ass.
Manasi gagged as she let Salim's cock fall out of her mouth. Javed continued fucking her from behind, and her sopping wet pussy was quickly nearing an orgasm.
"44," she finally replied before taking Salim back into her mouth.
"Oh, shit," Dilnawaz laughed. "She's older than yo mama, Javed."
"She's older than all our mamas," Javed laughed.
They continued talking and degrading her as if she wasn't there. Except she was there, with one cock in her mouth, one in her hands, and one in her pussy. She secretly enjoyed being at the mercy of these young ***** men, and they knew it. Her pussy was on fire, and she quickly exploded in an orgasm, letting the cock fall from her mouth, her head hanging between Dilnawaz and Salim while she continued jerking off each of them as Javed shot her pussy full of cum.
Then they switched positions. Dilnawaz got up to take his turn tapping her pussy while Manasi focused on sucking off Salim.
"Yo, Javed. Your cum's leaking out this kutiya's pussy all over your carpet. That shit'll be hell to get out," Dilnawaz noted.
"That's just a reminder of me busting a nut in this kutiya," Javed concluded. "Maybe we'll make her clean it up after." They all laughed again.
Meanwhile, she felt Salim in her mouth closing in on an orgasm.
As Dilnawaz entered her pussy, Salim ejaculated. The initial burst hit the back of her throat, and she pulled off his cock as the subsequent shots sent streams of cum on her face and hair.
Within a few minutes, it was Dilnawaz's turn, and he planted his seed deep in her pussy, wave after wave of cum shooting out and filling her cavity.
As Dilnawaz finally pulled out of her, Manasi collapsed onto the floor, her body used up and spent. As she tried to regain strength, she asked, "Can I have a towel to clean off?"
Javed laughed. "What you need to clean off for? Why don't you walk home with that cum in your hair and face? Let someone know what you been up to.
Manasi was instantly frightened. "Please. It's one thing to secretly be a Randi. It's another to have the whole neighborhood know."
"But that's what you are," said Javed as he eyed her intensely. "But I guess you like to pretend to be a proper woman, but we know what you are," he said as he pointed at everyone in the room. He threw her a towel, and she gratefully wiped the evidence from her face and hair.
"It's Friday night. Where you going? You got a husband you're cheating on to get back to?" Salim asked.
"No, just my daughter." Manasi instantly regretted mentioning her daughter.
"Does she know what mama's been up to? Bring her around. We'll show her a good time," Dilnawaz offered.
"That's right neighborly of you," Manasi replied as she regained a little confidence. "But she doesn't need to know about all this."
"You'll be back tomorrow, though. Same time," Javed ordered.
Manasi nodded. "Hey, I'm going to drive over tomorrow. Where can I park? Are there assigned spots?"
"Oh, fuck no. You been walking your ass here, you'll keep walking your ass here. You parade that Randit ass through your neighborhood. Let them know what you are and where you're going. You trying to hide the fact that you come here to get your freak on. Fuck that. And one more thing. Don't wear underwear no more. No panties, no bra. At least not when you come here. You got that?"
Manasi looked shell shocked, still trying to process things. She gathered up her skimpy clothing scattered across the floor, got dressed, and left.
What have I gotten myself into, she wondered? There was nothing remotely warm or loving about any of the men she had just fucked. All of them treated her like nothing more than a sex toy. And yet, she undeniably had multiple orgasms, even as she was degraded and used like a cum dumpster. She craved their mistreatment, although she didn't look forward to her neighbors seeing her like this.
Manasi checked her phone. Shit, Ankita was waiting for her at home.
When she got home, Manasi tried to sneak upstairs to shower and change, but Ankita was right there.
"Jesus, Mom. Where are you going dressed like THAT?"
"I have to go freshen up," she said, quickly racing up the stairs.
"You give me hell for skirts above the knee. I can see your ass from down here at the bottom of the stairs -- a thong, my mom is wearing a thong..." Ankita's voice trailed off as Manasi locked her bedroom door behind her. She quickly turned on the shower and washed the stench of sex from her body.
Ankita was still waiting for her in the kitchen when she was done.
"Are you sleeping with one of the neighbors?" she accused her mom.
"No, why would you think that?" Manasi asked, trying to deflect.
"Well, it's either that or you're working the street corner if you're dressed like that. So, which is it?"
"Neither, now let it go. I just went for a little walk."
Ankita's face was incredulous, but she decided not to push it any further.
They settled into their usual dinner banter, although Manasi caught Ankita eyeing her suspiciously the whole time. She knows something is up, Manasi thought. She'd have to cover things up better going forward.
After dinner, Manasi checked her phone. Javed had kindly sent her a dozen photo reminders of her afternoon sexual deviancy.
*****
The next day, Manasi made the walk to Javed's apartment again. Earlier, she went out and bought short shorts, hoping they'd comply with her orders to dress slutty. After she put them on, she had no doubt they fit the bill. They were so short, she could be cited for public indecency. With no underwear underneath, her sagging ass cheeks were basically hanging out the bottom of them. For a top, she wore a tight tank top. With no bra, her large areolas and nipples clearly protruded. I look obscene, she thought to herself, but she strapped on her heels and proceeded on her route.
At least her daughter was at a concert with her boyfriend tonight. She wouldn't have to worry about Ankita waiting for her at home when she returned. Luckily, she didn't pass close to anyone else as she marched quickly through her neighborhood.
As she arrived at her destination, the door opened, and Javed, Dilnawaz, and Salim all greeted her.
"I see you guys all came back for seconds," Manasi stated, trying to assert herself a little more.
"Kutiya is feeling frisky," Dilnawaz hooted.
Soon Manasi was naked, riding Javed in a cowgirl position, while sucking Salim standing just to the side. Even though blow jobs didn't hit any of her erogenous zones, she was getting used to having a hard cock in her mouth and enjoyed it. She marveled at how she turned on the three young studs and could make them cum. Lately, she'd felt like an old nag that no one wanted, so it was refreshing and invigorating to know she could still turn some heads, and even more so that she could turn on much younger heads.
Manasi was close to cumming when the front door opened, and in stepped a young ***** woman.
"What the fuck is going on here?" the newcomer demanded.
Manasi was startled and frozen in place, still sitting on Javed with his cock stuffed in her pussy and Salim's cock filling her mouth.
"Damn. I was just about to blow my load," complained Javed. "Why you gotta barge in right then, Laila? This the kutiya I told you about. She out here for her daily fix of lund."
"She old," Laila replied coldly.
"All the parts still work. We been seeing to that," Javed refuted her.
"Fuck, that killed the mood," Salim complained as he pulled his cock out of Manasi's mouth.
Manasi fell off Javed, suddenly very conscious of her nakedness on display in front of the stranger that was clearly judging her. She was younger, probably close in age to the boys, and about 5'7" and skinny... maybe 50 kgs.
Dilnawaz threw an arm around the new woman, "Let's get back in the mood."
The woman pushed Dilnawaz aside and crouched down next to Manasi, eyeing her intensely.
"What's your name?"
"Manasi," she replied nervously, unsure where this was going.
"Ain't you got some ***** man who wanna fuck you? Why you gotta be taking our ***** men, huh? Looks like you done took three all for yourself. What does that leave me?"
Manasi sat silently. Behind her, the three men snickered.
"Can't you talk? Cat got your tongue?" Laila asked.
"Leave her alone, Laila. She ain't done nothing to you," Dilnawaz interjected.
"Ain't done nothing to me? I was your side piece till she showed up. Now what?" Laila demanded to know.
"There's plenty of me to go around, baby," Dilnawaz replied.
"There's plenty of her to go around, too, it seems."
Laila ran her fingers over Manasi's naked back, her long nails sending shivers up Manasi's spine, and then she dragged them down her front side until she took Manasi's nipple between her fingers.
"Your nipple getting all hard. Don't take much to turn you on, does it?"
Manasi shook her head.
Laila stood up in front of her.
"Are you their kutiya?" she asked.
Manasi nodded her head.
"Well, then you can be my kutiya, too."
And Laila spread her legs and raised her salwar kameez above her waist.
"Come here and take off my panties and worship my pussy," Laila commanded.
The boys were beside themselves in amusement. Manasi looked at Javed briefly, but he just indicated she should do as ordered. So, she crawled naked on her knees to Laila. Manasi had never been with a woman, and she wasn't even sure how to eat pussy. None of her lovers had ever been adept at cunnilingus, so she wasn't even sure how to go about it.
Laila grabbed her head and shoved it into her crotch. "I said eat my pussy, kutiya."
Manasi quickly reached up to slide off her panties. Waiting underneath was Manasi's first look at a pussy. While Manasi wasn't sure how to eat a pussy, she was very familiar with how to play with one. Her fingers separated Laila's lips to reveal the pink flesh underneath, and then she quickly found the spot that personally brought her the most pleasure during masturbation.
"My pussy ain't finger food, kutiya. You use your tongue to eat," Laila barked out.
Manasi started using her tongue to lap at the spot she was rubbing with her fingers, hoping it would pleasure her tormentor. Very quickly, Manasi sensed it was working as she tasted a wet secretion coming from her pussy. A little salty and mildly metallic, she was pleased to be on the right path, and she kept working the same spot, knowing it was the most surefire way to make herself orgasm, and hoping it worked for Laila, too.
She heard the boys whispering among themselves, surely enjoying the unexpected lesbian show. She snuck a glance upward and saw Laila still eyeing her, but clearly enjoying having the older ***** woman servicing her.
After a few more minutes, it was like someone opened a faucet full blast, and Laila's wetness was dripping onto Manasi's face. Laila's breathing quickly became shorter as she neared closer and closer to an orgasm. Her hands reached down to pull Manasi's face closer, and she ground her crotch into Manasi as she climaxed all over her face.
Manasi was relieved to pass the test and hoping maybe she somehow proved herself through it.
Laila stepped back and gathered herself for a moment while her orgasm subsided.
"Lawdy. That kutiya knows how to eat a pussy. That ain't your first time," Laila called out.
"It was," Manasi replied demurely.
"Don't worry, we got that special moment recorded, so you can relive it again and again," Salim offered.
"Now that's how you get back in the mood," Dilnawaz exclaimed. "Having your pussy eaten is good and all, but I bet my side piece wants good hard lund in her now."
Laila and Dilnawaz fell onto the couch and soon they were fucking. Javed and Salim came over to Manasi.
"Now, where were we?" Javed asked.
And they picked up where they left off with Javed under Manasi while she sucked off Salim. Everything was a blur after that for Manasi, with the boys all taking turns on both her and Laila. Manasi came so many times and had so many loads of cum dumped on her, she lost count of it all. She barely remembered stumbling home in the dark, her entire body a sweaty, sticky mess. She limped through Shergill Park back to her neighborhood, her legs and pussy sore from all the pounding.
Manasi settled into a regular routine for the next week, going over to Javed's place for regular fuck sessions with her young studs. Laila joined most of those sessions. There was more than enough cock to go around and keep each one of them satisfied, although Laila still seemed to eye Manasi suspiciously.
As they wrapped up the Thursday night session, though, Javed had a special request.
"I think we'll party all weekend long. Friday night straight through Sunday. But we're taking the party to your house Friday night." He was looking right at Manasi as he said it.
Manasi quickly sobered up. "But I -- " she started, trying to find an excuse.
"But what? We ain't good enough? We good enough to fuck you silly, but we ain't good enough to let in the front door?" Javed demanded to know.
"It's not like that."
"Then what's it like?" Javed replied indignantly.
Manasi bit her lower lip, and then conceded. "It's like you can come over about 5:30 tomorrow. My daughter's going out of town with her boyfriend. It's actually good timing."
"Alright then. We'll be there to add some color to that damn hood," Javed said, laughing.
As Manasi walked back home, she worried how to keep the neighbors from talking. A group of young ***** folks spending the weekend at her home would raise suspicions. Maybe she'd just have them pull straight into the garage. Manasi was nervous in a way she hadn't felt since she first started visiting Javed.
The first time Manasi visited Javed, there was a naughty, forbidden aspect to it. Since then, she became used to being degraded and fucked by her young ***** studs. Now the pleasure came from the endless hard cocks and orgasms they inflicted on her.
But the prospect of them visiting her home raised the stakes again. It restored the naughty, forbidden aspect that excited her. It was one thing for Manasi to sneak away and carry on her illicit fantasies in secret. It was another thing to basically bring her secret life home where all her friends and neighbors had a completely different view of her from the reality she'd lived the past few weeks.
As Manasi approached her house on the walk home, she saw her daughter's car in the driveway. Luckily, her daughter hadn't stopped by all week, but now she'd have to try to sneak by quickly and shower. As she drew close to the front door, she prepared to run upstairs, but her daughter opened the door before she even got there,
"Mom, what the hell?" Ankita shrieked. "You look like a Randi!"
"Don't talk to your mother like that," Manasi called as she raced past to her bedroom.
With the door locked behind her, Manasi caught sight of herself in a mirror. She's right, thought Manasi, I do look like a Randi. Not surprising since I am a Randi, she concluded. Short mini dress that doesn't even cover her ass, tight top with nipples poking through, and hooker heels. There was dried up streaks of cum on her legs and patches of cum on her hair and body.
A half hour later, Manasi finally emerged after showering and changing, but Ankita waited impatiently downstairs.
"Mom, we need to talk," her daughter demanded.
"I don't want to talk about it," Manasi replied.
"Look, I know you're an adult. Duh. You can do what you want. And I want you to have a social life. But this isn't you. Dressing like a whore? Who are you seeing? Who are you doing all this for? I could smell the sex on your body as you ran past."
"It's nothing. I've met a new group of friends, and we like to hang out. So, I dress up a little more. It's just innocent fun," Manasi defended herself.
"Innocent fun? You look like the whores in the slums across the way."
"Shut it. I won't have you talk to me that way in my own house."
"I'm just worried about you," Ankita pleaded.
"There's nothing to worry about, ok?" Manasi tried to reassure her.
"I hope so. I'm going away for the weekend with Rahul. I hope I can trust you to behave yourself, mom"
Manasi smiled. "Of course, you can."
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