Gay/Lesb - LGBT The Forbidden World of the Dark Alley

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Story Title: The Forbidden World of the Dark Alley

Main Plot: Centered in a dark alley of the city, this story revolves around the lives of Rita and Mili, two transgender sex workers. 

The narrative progresses through their lives, their forbidden sexual experiences with various clients, and the stories of other sex workers. Alongside the main storyline, 

the biographies and background stories of Rita, Mili, and other characters will be explored, each forming a self-contained tale. 

In particular, Rita’s journey of transitioning from male to female will stand out as a distinct narrative. Rita’s story will weave together a larger tale through the interplay of various characters.

 New plots will emerge through other characters and events, and at times, this story will cross over with other stories.

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The alley was deserted in the sweltering noon, save for the distant barking of dogs. Ratan’s small grocery shop stood quiet, its shutter half-lowered, casting a dim glow inside. Ratan, his bronzed body slick with sweat, sat behind the counter in a thin lungi. His eyes burned with a restless hunger, his body taut with unspoken desire.

A shadow fell across the entrance. Paglee, the enigmatic wanderer of the alley, appeared at the doorway. Ratan’s breath caught. Paglee was a mystery—no one knew her true story. She drifted through the lanes, begging for food, her presence both haunting and alluring. Today, something about her sparked a primal curiosity in Ratan. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low.
Paglee didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped inside, her lips curling into a sultry smile, her eyes glinting with an invitation that sent a shiver down Ratan’s spine. Unable to resist, he gestured to a wooden bench, pulling out expensive biscuits, cakes, Pepsi, and spicy snacks from the shop’s shelves. “Eat,” he said, grinning. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”

Paglee dove into the food with greedy abandon. Biscuits crumbled in her hands, cake cream smeared across her lips, and Pepsi fizzed as it kissed her mouth. Her laughter was wild, untamed, each sound stoking the fire in Ratan’s veins. Beneath her tattered saree, the curves of her body teased his senses—her full breasts, the subtle sway of her hips, the raw, untamed allure of her form.
His restraint crumbled. Ratan rose from the counter, his hand grazing Paglee’s shoulder. She looked up, her eyes fearless, daring him with that same provocative smile. The air grew thick with tension. In a swift motion, he tugged at her worn saree, letting it fall to reveal her naked body in the dim light. Her lean frame was a paradox of fragility and strength—full breasts with taut nipples, a round ass, and a dark nest of hair framing her core. Dirt marked her skin, but it only heightened her wild, primal beauty.
Ratan’s body ignited. He laid her down on the bench, parting her thighs. His lips found the soft curve of her ass, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles. Paglee moaned deeply, her body trembling under his touch. His fingers slid to her core, wet and warm, stroking her with a rhythm that made her arch and gasp. “More,” she whispered, her voice raw with need.
He shed his lungi, his thick, throbbing cock springing free. Flipping her into a primal, animalistic position, he pressed himself against her ass, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. With a powerful thrust, he entered her, her tight heat enveloping him. Paglee’s sharp cry echoed in the shop, her body quaking with each of Ratan’s relentless thrusts. His hands gripped her waist, nails digging into her skin as he drove deeper, her moans rising to desperate screams. “Harder!” she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and hunger.

Ratan’s mouth found her breasts, his tongue swirling over her cream-smeared nipples, teeth grazing just enough to make her shudder. His fingers returned to her slick core, working her in time with his thrusts. The bench creaked under their frenzied rhythm, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and sugary sweetness. Paglee’s cries grew wilder, her body trembling as Ratan pushed her to the edge. With a final, primal thrust, he spilled into her, his hot release flooding her core. Paglee’s scream was raw, her body convulsing as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
They collapsed against the bench, breathless, their bodies slick with sweat. Paglee’s laughter returned, soft and knowing, as she wiped the cream from her lips and pulled her tattered saree back on. “You’re good, Ratan,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She resumed eating, carefree, as Ratan opened the shutter slightly, scanning the alley to ensure no one had seen. Relief washed over him—no one had.
He sat back, torn between sated desire and creeping guilt. Paglee sat outside, sipping Pepsi, her eyes catching his with that same enigmatic smile. The alley remained silent, the oppressive heat of the Chaitra afternoon keeping the world at bay. But the weight of what he’d done lingered. What if someone found out? His father’s wrath would be unforgiving. Yet Paglee’s carefree demeanor eased his mind—she seemed to carry no memory of their act, her focus solely on the food.
A bicycle bell rang in the distance, snapping Ratan from his thoughts. His heart raced as his younger brother approached, carrying a tiffin. “Ma sent food. Why didn’t you hear me calling?” his brother asked, glancing curiously at Paglee. Ratan brushed it off, sending him away quickly. Alone again, he tried to eat, but his mind was elsewhere. Paglee, finished with her meal, began to hum a tune, wandering off into the alley until she vanished from sight.
A hollow ache settled in Ratan’s chest. He knew she might never return, but the memory of her body, her moans, her wild abandon would haunt him forever.

The night deepened, thick and heavy. Ratan stayed in the shop, a faint hope flickering that Paglee might return. The shutter was down, a dim bulb casting soft shadows. Then, it happened—Paglee appeared again, her eyes blazing with that same magnetic pull. Her tattered blouse barely concealed her full breasts, the fabric clinging to her curves. Ratan’s body stirred instantly.
She stepped closer, her cold fingers brushing his, sending a jolt through him. Without a word, she led him to a makeshift bed of sacks on the bench. Her blouse fell away, revealing her glistening, bronzed skin in the faint light. Ratan’s heart pounded as he brought out more cake, snacks, and a bottle of honey. Paglee devoured the cake, cream smearing her lips, honey dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She moaned softly, savoring the mix of sweet and spice.
Ratan shed his lungi, his cock hard and pulsing. He guided her head, pressing himself into her mouth. The warmth of her lips, slick with honey and cream, enveloped him. Her moans vibrated against him as he thrust deeper, her throat yielding to him. Her nails dug into his thighs, leaving marks as she surrendered to the rhythm. Honey dripped from her lips to her breasts, and Ratan leaned down, licking the sweet mess from her taut nipples, his tongue teasing her into shudders.
He pulled back, laying her on the sacks, her legs spread wide. His mouth found her core, his tongue delving into her wet folds, tasting her essence. Paglee’s body arched, her moans growing louder, her hands gripping his hair. He thrust into her, hard and deep, her cries filling the shop. Their bodies moved in a savage dance, her nails raking his back as he drove her to the edge. With a final, shuddering thrust, he released inside her, her own climax tearing a scream from her throat.
They collapsed, breathless, their bodies entwined. Paglee’s laughter returned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she dressed and resumed eating. Ratan checked the shutter again—no one had seen. He sat, torn between ecstasy and guilt, the memory of her body searing into his soul.

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The night grew still. Ratan sat in the dim shop, Paglee’s presence lingering in his mind. A soft knock at the door startled him. Cautiously, he peered through a crack. A woman stood outside—long hair, a tight saree clinging to her curves, her full breasts straining against the fabric. Her smile was wicked, her eyes promising trouble.
“Who are you?” Ratan whispered, his voice tight.
“I’m Rita,” she purred, her voice dripping with allure. “Open the door, Ratan. We need to talk.”
His heart raced, a new wave of desire and unease crashing over him. The night was far from over.

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The city streets lay silent under the weight of the deep night, broken only by distant dog barks and the soft chirping of crickets. Ratan’s small shop was shuttered, a single dingy yellow bulb casting faint shadows across the walls. Ratan sat on an old wooden bench, his mind swirling with the forbidden, fevered moments spent with Paglee. Her soft body lingered in his senses, the heat of her touch still burning beneath his skin, his cock half-hard under his lungi, pulsing with the memory of her.

A sudden knock on the iron door—once, twice, thrice—snapped him upright, his heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? security officer? A neighbor? Someone connected to Paglee? His trembling hand reached for the door, and he peered through the narrow slit.
Outside stood a woman—Rita. Her long black hair swayed in the night breeze, a tight red saree clinging to every curve of her taut body. Her full breasts strained against the fabric, the faint outline of her nipples visible. Her waist was narrow, her hips round and firm, the saree hugging her muscular thighs. A mischievous smile played on her lips, her eyes glinting with a predator’s intensity that set Ratan’s chest ablaze. He didn’t know her, but her gaze, her magnetic presence, and the honeyed lilt in her voice ensnared him.
“Who are you?” Ratan whispered, fear and curiosity tangling in his throat.
“I’m Rita,” she purred, her voice dripping with allure. “Open the door, Ratan. We need to talk.”
His hands shook. His mind screamed danger, but Rita’s eyes, her body’s silent call, overpowered his resistance. The iron door creaked open, and Rita stepped inside, her saree brushing the floor, her anklets tinkling softly. A heady mix of rose and earthy musk wafted from her, thickening Ratan’s breath.
She closed the door, sliding the bolt with a metallic clank that echoed in the small shop. Turning to him, her eyes sparkled with devilish intent.
“What’s your name?” she asked, her tone firm, a faint smile curling her lips.
“Ratan… but who are you? What do you want this late?” His voice wavered, his eyes locked on her form.
Rita stepped closer, her saree slipping slightly, revealing the glistening curve of her cleavage in the dim light. “I saw you, Ratan. With Paglee. Your hands on her soft body, your cock inside her—what a show you put on.”
Ratan’s face paled, his legs trembling, hands clammy. “No… you’re mistaken! I didn’t do anything!” he stammered, eyes dropping to the floor.
Rita closed the distance, her anklets chiming. “Don’t lie. I saw it all—your cock pounding her ass, her screams filling the air. I could tell everyone—your father, your mother, the neighbors. Your shop would be ruined. You’d have to leave this place.”
Ratan’s breath caught, panic seizing him. He dropped to his knees, clutching the hem of her saree. “Please, Rita, don’t do this! I’m sorry, it was a mistake. I’ll do anything you say!” Tears welled in his eyes, his voice breaking.
Rita’s fingers grazed his hair, her smile softening. “Alright, Ratan. I can keep your secret. But on one condition.”
He looked up, fear and curiosity warring in his gaze. “What condition? I’ll do it!”

Rita slowly peeled away her saree, revealing her flawless body in the faint light. Her full breasts stood firm, dark nipples erect. Her waist was slender, her stomach smooth, her hips round and taut. Then, between her thighs, a six-inch cock stood rigid, its tip glistening with precum, trembling slightly.
Ratan’s eyes widened, his breath heavy. “I used to be a man,” Rita said, her voice low and commanding. “Surgery made me a woman, but I kept this. Everyone fucks me, but I don’t get to fuck them. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you.”
Ratan’s mouth went dry. “But I…” he started, but Rita pressed a finger to his lips, her soft touch sending a jolt through him.
“Quiet. Do this, and your secret stays safe. And trust me, you’ll love it—pleasure like you’ve never known.”
His mind reeled, torn between fear and the undeniable pull of her body, her cock, her honeyed voice. “Okay, Rita. I agree. Just… don’t hurt me.”
Rita’s smile gleamed with triumph. “I won’t hurt you, Ratan. I’ll make you feel ecstasy.”
She tugged off his lungi, revealing his seven-inch cock, hard and slick with arousal. Stripping away her saree, she stood bare—her full breasts, narrow waist, round hips, and rigid cock a vision of raw desire. She pushed him onto the bench, parting his legs. “Relax, Ratan. My cock’s going to fill your ass, and you’ll lose your mind,” she whispered, her eyes blazing.
Ratan trembled. “Rita, I’m scared…”
She leaned down, her lips crashing against his, her tongue invading his mouth, sucking hungrily. “Your lips are sweet, Ratan,” she murmured, her fingers pinching his nipples. “So hot… did you burn like this for Paglee?”
Ratan moaned, “Ah… Rita, please…” Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly. “So thick,” she teased, her tongue flicking the slick tip. Ratan shuddered, “Oh… what are you doing?”
Rita spat on her fingers, rubbing his tight hole, easing a finger inside to loosen him. our ass is perfect for my cock,” she purred. Ratan gasped, “Slowly, Rita…”
She positioned her six-inch cock at his entrance, pushing in gently. Ratan cried out, “It hurts!”
“Shh, relax. The pleasure’s coming,” she soothed, her tongue tracing his neck as she began to thrust. Her cock stretched him, the veined shaft rubbing his insides, sending unfamiliar waves of sensation through him. Pain melted into pleasure. “Oh… Rita, this… it’s incredible!” he gasped, his ass clenching around her.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat gleaming on her skin. She bit his nipple, growling, “Your moans are delicious!” Ratan’s hands gripped her waist, “Rita… harder!”
Her thrusts grew fierce, her muscular thighs slapping against him, the bench creaking loudly. Her cock plunged deep, each movement igniting his nerves. “Fuck, Ratan, your ass is sucking me in!” she panted, her nails digging into his hips, sweat dripping onto his skin.
Ratan’s body teetered on the edge, his seven-inch cock throbbing in her hand, precum dripping. “Rita… you’re driving me insane!” he moaned, his ass gripping her cock tighter with each thrust. Her hand stroked him furiously, fingers slick with his arousal. “Your cock’s about to explode in my hand,” she growled, her teeth grazing his nipple.
The bench groaned under their frenzied rhythm, dust falling from the ceiling. Rita’s breaths grew ragged, her eyes fluttering shut. “Ratan… I can’t hold it!” she roared, her body trembling. With a primal cry, her cock erupted, flooding his ass with hot, thick cum. The warmth spread through him, pushing him over the edge.
“Rita… I’m… ah!” Ratan’s cock spasmed, shooting ropes of cum across her stomach, her breasts, the bench. His body convulsed, pleasure crashing through him. “Rita… you’re fucking incredible!” he gasped, a faint smile breaking through.
They collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. For a moment, they lay in silence, the air heavy with their shared release. Rita sat up, her smile radiant. “No need to worry, Ratan. Your secret’s safe. But this night… I’ll never forget it.”
Ratan couldn’t speak, his body still humming, a strange calm settling in his mind. Rita adjusted her saree, lit a cigarette, and slipped out of the shop without a sound.
Ratan remained on the bench, his mind reeling—from fucking Paglee to being fucked by Rita, a trans woman whose touch had unraveled him. This night, like the one with Paglee, would remain a secret chapter in his life, etched in his soul forever.

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The noon heat pressed down on the deserted alley, the streets silent under the oppressive sun. Ratan’s shop shutter was half-lowered, casting a dim veil over the interior. He had ventured out earlier, driven by the smoldering ache from the previous night, searching for Paglee. Her wild laughter, her yielding body, and the reckless abandon of their encounter fueled his restless desire for another taste. But after scouring the narrow lanes, Paglee was nowhere to be found. Disappointment gnawed at him as he trudged back.

Suddenly, Rita appeared before him, blocking his path. Her tight saree clung to her curves, her full breasts and slender waist gleaming in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, as if she could read the hunger in his soul.
“Looking for that madwoman, you filthy dog?” Rita’s voice dripped with playful scorn.
Ratan flinched, his face paling. “No… I was just heading home,” he stammered, his eyes darting away.
Rita’s laugh was sharp, predatory. “No need to go home. Come with me.”
He hesitated, torn between fear and the magnetic pull of her presence. Her commanding gaze and sultry tone left him no choice. He nodded, following her back to the shop. They slipped inside, locking the door behind them.
In the dim light, the shop transformed into a secret chamber, thick with unspoken promises. Rita turned to him, her eyes blazing. Without warning, she slapped him hard across the face—once, twice. Ratan’s head snapped back, his cheeks burning, tears stinging his eyes.
“Why the drama?” she snapped. “Next time, you obey me without hesitation.”
Ratan’s face throbbed, words failing him. Rita stepped closer, her demeanor softening. She held a cold bottle of Coke, taking a sip before offering it to him. “Drink,” she said, her voice now laced with tenderness. “No more tears.”
She brushed his cheek gently, her lips grazing his in a soft kiss. A shiver ran through Ratan’s body, the pain melting into a strange warmth. Rita tilted the bottle to his lips, the cold liquid soothing his throat, calming the storm within him.
“Couldn’t find Paglee, huh?” Rita teased, her smile wicked. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. The way you fucked her… it made me want to have her too.”
Ratan’s cheeks flushed, but her words ignited a spark in him. Rita shed her saree, her naked body glowing in the faint light. Her full breasts stood firm, her narrow waist flowing into round hips. Between her thighs, her six-inch cock stood erect, its tip glistening. Ratan’s eyes lingered, a mix of curiosity and desire stirring within.
“On your knees,” Rita commanded. He hesitated, but her authority was undeniable. He knelt before her, her cock inches from his face, its warm, musky scent filling his senses. She gripped his hair, guiding her shaft to his lips. “Open,” she ordered, pushing herself into his mouth.
Ratan’s mouth filled with her heat, his breath catching as she began to thrust slowly. Her cock slid against his tongue, the taste of her precum mingling with his saliva. Rita’s moans were soft, her grip tightening in his hair as she rocked her hips, her shaft gliding deeper. Ratan’s eyes watered, but a strange thrill surged through him, his own cock hardening beneath his lungi.
Rita stood by the bench, her saree hiked to her waist, her cock fully exposed. Ratan knelt before her, his lips brushing her tip, slick with precum. Her hand rested on his hair, tugging gently. Their breaths were heavy, her anklets jingling softly. She rubbed her cock against his lips, smearing precum across them. Ratan opened his mouth, his tongue flicking over the head, tasting her. Rita moaned, easing her shaft deeper, his lips sealing around her base. She thrust gently, her cock sliding in and out, Ratan’s tongue tracing the veins, circling the tip. Her pace quickened, her cock hitting the back of his throat, her grip tightening. Ratan’s muffled moans vibrated against her, his hands gripping her firm ass, pulling her closer. The shop echoed with the wet sounds of their rhythm.
Rita slowed, pulling out, leaving Ratan gasping, his lips slick, his eyes alight with arousal. She sat on the edge of the bench, legs spread, her cock glistening. “Again,” she purred, pulling him close. Ratan knelt, taking her back into his mouth, his lips tight around her shaft, his tongue swirling. Rita’s hips rocked faster, her cock plunging deep, her moans growing louder. Ratan’s hand found her ass, squeezing as he matched her rhythm, his other hand stroking his own throbbing cock. Rita’s fingers gripped his shoulders, her anklets chiming with each thrust. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and raw desire.
Rita stopped him, her eyes blazing with lust. She lay back on the bench, legs spread wide. “Lick my ass,” she commanded. Ratan hesitated, but her gaze compelled him. He lowered his face, his tongue tentatively brushing her tight hole. Rita moaned, her body trembling as he circled her rim, his tongue probing deeper. His hands caressed her ass, squeezing gently, her skin warm under his touch. Rita’s moans grew louder, her body arching, her hand pressing his head closer, urging his tongue deeper. Ratan’s licks grew bolder, his tongue swirling inside her, teasing her sensitive spots. The shop echoed with her cries, her ass quivering against his mouth.
Rita pulled him up, her lips crashing against his in a fierce kiss. Their tongues tangled, her breath hot against his, the taste of her lingering. Ratan’s hands roamed her back, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened, lips and tongues locked in a frantic dance. His body burned with need, his cock straining.
Rita tugged off his lungi, his hard cock springing free. She knelt, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling over his tip, her hands teasing his balls. Ratan groaned, his fingers digging into her full breasts, pinching her nipples. Her mouth was relentless, her tongue driving him wild. Unable to hold back, Ratan’s body shuddered, his cock erupting, hot cum spilling into Rita’s mouth. She swallowed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
But Rita wasn’t done. She pushed him onto the bench, spreading his legs. Her cock, still hard, glistened with arousal. She rubbed his ass, her fingers teasing his hole, sending shivers through him. “Relax,” she whispered, positioning her cock at his entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, Ratan gasping as her warmth filled him. She began to thrust, her cock sliding deep, each movement sparking waves of pleasure. Rita leaned down, kissing him fiercely, her tongue dancing with his as her thrusts grew harder. Her hands roamed his chest, his stomach, slapping his ass lightly as she drove deeper.
Ratan’s moans filled the shop, his body surrendering to her rhythm. Rita’s thrusts grew frantic, her breaths ragged. With a final, powerful thrust, she cried out, her cock pulsing, flooding his ass with hot cum. Ratan’s body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity, his own cock twitching in response.
They lay still, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Rita sat up, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She kissed his cheek softly. “You were good, Ratan. Forget Paglee. You’ve got me now.”
Ratan couldn’t speak, his body still humming, a strange calm settling over him. Rita adjusted her saree, grabbed the Coke bottle, and slipped out, the door creaking as she left. Ratan sat on the bench, his mind swirling with her touch, her dominance, and the wild intensity of the afternoon.

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Ratan’s Life Story

Ratan was born into a middle-class family in a small town, where his father ran a modest grocery shop and his mother was a homemaker. He has an older sister, now married and gone. His childhood was unremarkable—playing cricket in the alleys, scbanging by in college, and learning the ropes of his father’s shop. But beneath the surface, a restless hunger simmered, a yearning for something thrilling, something beyond the mundane.
Puberty intensified this restlessness. Stories of women and sex from college friends sparked a burning curiosity, but his conservative family forbade such discussions. Ratan fed his desires in secret, sneaking cheap porn magazines from a local shop, devouring them under the cover of night. This bred a conflict within him—his raw lust clashing with his family’s moral code.
After college, Ratan lost interest in studies. His father’s illness forced him to take over the shop at nineteen, plunging him into a monotonous routine: opening the shop, serving customers, and collapsing into bed at night. The family’s finances worsened after his sister’s wedding, piling more responsibility on his shoulders. His mother was loving but distant, his father strict and controlling, leaving Ratan trapped in a cycle of duty and discontent.
Paglee’s arrival marked a turning point. A mysterious, mentally unstable woman who wandered the alleys, Paglee was ignored or mocked by most. Ratan, drawn to her raw beauty and untamed spirit, began offering her food, forming a strange bond. Their first sexual encounter was a revelation, awakening a mix of ecstasy and guilt that haunted him.
Rita’s entrance was a storm. Her commanding presence and raw allure both terrified and captivated him. Her dominance tapped into his rebellious streak, offering a twisted sense of fulfillment. Ratan is a complex figure—not just a shopkeeper or a lust-driven youth, but a man torn between duty and desire. His encounters with Paglee and Rita are attempts to fill a void, but they also deepen his guilt and fear of discovery. Beneath his practical exterior lies a sensitive soul, drawn to Paglee’s vulnerability and even to Rita’s enigmatic pull, though his desires often overpower this tenderness.
Ratan has no clear dreams, his life revolving around the shop and family. Yet, a vague longing for freedom persists, stifled by poverty and duty. His relationship with Rita is a secret chapter, thrilling yet unstable. He knows it can’t last, but he lacks the strength to break free. His future remains uncertain—tied to the shop or destined for a path his rebellious spirit might carve.

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Paglee’s Life Story
Paglee, the enigmatic woman of the alleys, is a fleeting presence, aged roughly 20–25. She drifts through the narrow lanes, her tattered saree trailing, her laughter wild and untamed, her eyes flickering with a strange light. To the townsfolk, she’s simply “Paglee”—a madwoman, feared by some, pitied by others, her true identity shrouded in mystery.
Her past is a blur of rumors. Some say she fled a nearby city; others claim her family abandoned her. Whispers speak of betrayal in love or a violent trauma that shattered her mind, but Paglee offers no answers. Her laughter, her songs, her erratic behavior are her only language. She begs for food, plays with children, or sits alone, tracing patterns in the dirt. Her eyes sometimes betray a deep emptiness, quickly masked by her radiant smile, as if she’s shed her pain.
Paglee lives outside society’s rules, unbound by shame or fear. Her youthful beauty draws eyes—some exploitative, others kind. Her mental state renders the world simple: food, shelter, and fleeting affection are all she seeks. This simplicity, paired with her wild allure, captivates men like Ratan. Her tattered saree and radiant smile are her only possessions, yet her presence carries a magnetic mystery.
Her sensuality is effortless, woven into her laughter, her gaze, her movements. There’s no calculation in her allure—just a raw, primal freedom. When she enters Ratan’s shop, her playful glances and uninhibited behavior ignite his desires. Her moans during their encounter are wild, her body yielding fully to the moment, yet she walks away laughing, as if it were a fleeting game. To her, it’s a passing thrill; to Ratan, it’s a memory that burns.
Paglee is a paradox—vulnerable yet untouchable, sensual yet detached. Her laughter is both innocent and provocative, her presence a living legend in the alleys. She comes and goes, stirring hearts before vanishing into the shadows. For Ratan, her smile, her touch, her untamed spirit will linger forever, but for Paglee, it’s just another moment, lost in the haze of her enigmatic existence.

[Abirkkz]

The silence of the shop engulfs Ratan after Rita's departure. The scorching Chaitra afternoon sun pierces through the shutter's slits, casting jagged beams of light, but a fiercer fire burns within Ratan's body. His mind swirls with the wild laughter of Paglee, the softness of her touch, and Rita’s commanding, intoxicating presence. His half-hard cock throbs beneath his lungi, unsatisfied, as if his body’s hunger refuses to be sated.
Ratan leans against the counter, clutching a cold Pepsi bottle. He gulps it down, but the dryness in his throat persists. Rita’s parting words echo in his mind: “If you crave more pleasure, you know where to find me.” He knows pursuing this path could unravel his life, yet the primal urge pulsing through him won’t let him stop.
A soft knock at the shop’s door startles him, his heart pounding. Who could it be at this hour? Cautiously, he peers through the gap. Rita stands outside, her eyes predatory, lips curled in a wicked smile. Beside her is Paglee, her tattered saree barely clinging to her body, her face smudged with dirt but her eyes gleaming with raw, inviting lust. Rita’s hand rests possessively on Paglee’s shoulder, as if presenting her as a gift.
“Open the door, Ratan,” Rita purrs, her voice soft but laced with authority. Ratan’s hands tremble, a storm of fear and excitement raging within him. He unlocks the door.
Rita and Paglee step inside. Paglee collapses onto the floor, giggling, her saree slipping to reveal the curve of her full breasts and rounded hips. Rita locks the door, the metallic clank echoing through the shop. Her gaze locks onto Ratan, her eyes burning with devilish fire.
“You’ve been craving Paglee, haven’t you?” Rita whispers, her hand trailing down Ratan’s chest. “Today’s your lucky day, Ratan. I brought her for you. The three of us will play a game you’ve never even dreamed of.”
Ratan’s breath grows heavy, his eyes darting to Paglee. She giggles, sliding her saree off her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts in the dim light—firm nipples, bronzed skin, and a wild allure despite the dirt. Her thick pubic hair frames her glistening pussy, beckoning him. Ratan’s cock hardens fully beneath his lungi, his body ablaze.
Rita steps closer, her fingers deftly untying his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, rigid and glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue flicking over the swollen head. “Fuck, your cock’s still so hot,” she murmurs, her tongue tracing the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, his hands gripping her hair as she takes him into her mouth, her lips sealing tightly around the base, her tongue swirling with fierce precision.
Paglee rises, shedding her saree entirely. Her naked body glows in the faint light—slim waist, full hips, and the musky scent of her arousal. She presses herself against Ratan, her tongue teasing his nipples. “Ratan… you’ll fuck me, won’t you?” she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. Her fingers slide to his ass, teasing his tight hole. Ratan’s body trembles, his moans filling the shop.
Rita releases his cock and stands, stripping off her saree. Her perfect body is revealed—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and glistening with precum. “Tonight, we’ll all go mad together,” she says, her voice thick with primal hunger.
She pushes Paglee onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. Paglee’s pussy is exposed, wet and framed by dark hair. Rita kneels, her tongue diving into Paglee’s folds, lapping hungrily. Paglee screams, her body quaking as Rita’s tongue probes deeper, her hands pinching Paglee’s nipples. “Oh, Rita… you’re destroying me!” Paglee gasps, her hands clutching Rita’s hair.
Ratan, unable to hold back, moves to Paglee’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. She opens her mouth eagerly, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head. Ratan groans, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Her mouth takes him deeper, her lips tight around the base.
Rita stands, aligning her cock with Paglee’s pussy. With one powerful thrust, she enters, making Paglee scream, her body shuddering. Rita fucks her with relentless speed, her cock plunging deep, each thrust shaking Paglee’s body. Her hands slap Paglee’s ass, leaving red marks. “Your pussy’s swallowing my cock,” Rita growls.
Ratan pulls his cock from Paglee’s mouth, his body burning with need. He moves behind Rita, his hands caressing her round ass. Rita pauses, glancing back with a devilish grin. “What, feeling up my ass? Fuck me, Ratan!” she commands.
Without hesitation, Ratan positions his cock at her tight hole and pushes in slowly. Rita moans, her body trembling as he enters her. He begins to thrust, his cock sliding deep into her tight, warm ass. Rita resumes fucking Paglee, and Ratan matches her rhythm, their bodies merging in a savage dance. Their moans echo through the shop, a symphony of lust.
Rita bites Paglee’s nipples, her tongue lashing across her breasts. Paglee’s pussy clenches around Rita’s cock, her body convulsing. “Rita… I’m done… oh fuck!” Paglee screams, her pussy gushing, soaking Rita’s cock.
Ratan’s thrusts intensify, his cock buried deep in Rita’s ass. Rita cries out, “Ratan… your cock… in my ass… fuck!” Her cock pulses, spilling hot cum deep into Paglee’s pussy. Ratan can’t hold back, his cock erupting, flooding Rita’s ass with warm, sticky cum. Their bodies tremble together, their cries blending into a primal roar.
They collapse onto the counter, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Paglee giggles, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re good, Ratan,” she whispers, her fingers grazing his softening cock. Rita smirks, her hand caressing Paglee’s breasts. “We’ll play more, Ratan. This is just the beginning.”
The shop falls silent again as Rita and Paglee leave, the Chaitra sun still blazing through the shutters. Ratan’s body hums with lingering heat, his cock soft but sticky with cum and precum. Paglee’s musky scent, Rita’s commanding touch, and their savage union replay in his mind. The counter is soaked with sweat, cum, and Paglee’s juices, the shop heavy with the scent of their lust.
Ratan sips his Pepsi, but his thirst remains. Rita’s words haunt him: “This filthy game won’t stop.” Paglee’s wicked smile and the image of her wet pussy linger in his vision. He knows this forbidden game has burrowed deep into his soul, yet a flicker of guilt gnaws at him—what will become of his life if he ventures further down this path?

A loud knock jolts him, his heart racing. Who could it be now? The neighbors? The security officer? Or Rita and Paglee, back for more? He creeps to the door and peeks out. Rita stands alone, her tight red saree clinging to her curves—full breasts, slim waist, round ass. Her predatory eyes and wicked smile send a shiver through him.
“Open the door, Ratan,” she says, her voice soft but commanding. His hands shake as he obeys.
Rita steps inside, her saree brushing the floor, her anklets jingling softly. The scent of roses and sweat wafts from her. She locks the door, the metallic clank echoing. Her eyes burn with devilish intent.
“Where’s Paglee?” Ratan whispers, his throat dry.
Rita laughs, her smile wicked. “Paglee’s resting. Her pussy and ass are spent from us. Now it’s just you and me. I’ll teach you a filthy game you’ll never forget.”
She approaches, yanking off his lungi. His seven-inch cock springs free, already hard, glistening with precum. Rita kneels, her tongue teasing the head. “Your cock’s still burning,” she murmurs, licking the throbbing veins. Ratan groans, clutching her hair as she takes him deep, her lips sealing tight, her tongue relentless. Her fingers tease his balls, applying gentle pressure. “Rita… you’re destroying my cock!” he gasps.
Rita stands, shedding her saree. Her flawless body glows—full breasts swaying, dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock rigid and dripping. “Today, I’ll make you my slave,” she says, her voice dripping with lust.
She pushes Ratan onto the counter, spreading his legs. His ass is exposed, tight and slick with sweat. Rita rubs her cock against his hole, teasing gently. “Rita… slowly… I’m scared,” Ratan whispers. She kisses him deeply, her tongue dancing in his mouth. “Don’t be afraid, Ratan. My cock will bring you pleasure,” she whispers.
Rita spits on his hole, easing it with her fingers before aligning her cock. She enters slowly, and Ratan cries out, “Rita… it hurts!” She leans in, licking his neck. “Relax, Ratan. The pleasure’s coming.” She begins to thrust, her cock sliding deep, the veined shaft rubbing his tight walls. The pain melts into pleasure, and Ratan’s moans grow louder. “Rita… your cock… it’s fucking amazing!”
Her thrusts quicken, her muscular thighs slapping against his ass, the counter creaking. Her hand grips his seven-inch cock, stroking fiercely. “Your cock’s going wild in my hand,” she growls, her fingers slick with his precum. Ratan moans, “Rita… you’re destroying me!”
She bites his nipples, her tongue lashing his chest. Her thrusts deepen, his ass clenching around her cock. “Your ass is sucking my cock, Ratan!” she pants. Ratan’s body teeters on the edge, his cock throbbing in her hand. “Rita… I can’t hold it!” he screams.
Her body jerks, her head thrown back. “Ratan… my cock… it’s exploding!” she cries, her six-inch cock flooding his ass with hot, sticky cum. The warmth sends Ratan over the edge, his cock erupting in her hand, cum splattering her stomach and breasts. Their bodies tremble, their moans a primal symphony.
They collapse, sweat-soaked and panting. Rita’s cock softens, still glistening with cum and precum. She smiles, stroking his chest. “You’re mine, Ratan. This game never ends.”
A sudden knock startles them. Rita laughs. “That’s Paglee. She’s back. We’ll play again.” She opens the door, and Paglee enters, her tattered saree slipping to reveal her full breasts and glistening pussy. “Ratan, you can’t stay away from my pussy, can you?” she teases, her hand grazing his cock.
Rita pulls Paglee onto the counter, stripping her bare. Paglee’s body glows—her pussy wet, lips swollen, framed by dark hair; her breasts full, nipples hard. Rita bends her into a doggy position, her round ass raised. She rubs her cock against Paglee’s tight hole, entering slowly. Paglee moans, “Rita… your cock… it’s driving my ass wild!”
Ratan’s cock hardens again. He moves to Paglee’s face, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the head. Ratan groans, his hands pinching her nipples. Rita fucks Paglee’s ass with fierce thrusts, her fingers rubbing Paglee’s clit. Their bodies sync in a savage rhythm, their moans filling the shop.
Paglee’s pussy gushes, soaking Rita’s fingers. “Rita… Ratan… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her body convulsing. Rita’s cock erupts, filling Paglee’s ass with cum. Ratan’s cock explodes in her mouth, cum dripping down her lips. They collapse, exhausted but sated.
Rita and Paglee dress and leave, promising more. Ratan lies alone, his body spent, his mind a storm of desire and guilt. He knows this filthy game has claimed him, and there’s no escape.

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Ratan returns home with Rita and Paglee, his resolve firm. Rita’s soft, round ass brushes against his hand, her full breasts pressing into his chest. Paglee’s tattered saree reveals her dark pubic hair and swollen pussy lips. At the door, Ratan’s mother, Farida, stares in shock. Her mature beauty still captivates—full breasts, slim waist, and a sultry glint in her eyes.
“Ratan, who are they?” Farida asks, curious.
Taking a deep breath, Ratan says, “Ma, this is Rita and Paglee. I’m going to marry them both.”
Rita smirks. “Ma, I’m a slave to Ratan’s cock. I want to be his wife,” she purrs. Paglee giggles, “My pussy was made for Ratan. I’ll be his wife too.”
Farida, stunned at first, smiles. “Alright, Ratan. Your happiness is mine. I consent. This wedding will be grand!”

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The wedding unfolds in a vibrant festival in the village field. The Chaitra sun bathes the scene in golden light, the air thick with flowers, incense, and celebration. Red, yellow, and green canopies flutter, adorned with marigolds, tuberose, and jasmine garlands. The stage is dbangd in red carpet, scattered with petals, with three golden throne-like seats for Ratan, Rita, and Paglee.
Ratan looks divine in a golden kurta and dhoti, his muscular frame gleaming, his eyes burning with primal desire. Rita, in a red Banarasi saree, is a goddess—her full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible through her tight blouse, her round ass swaying with each step. Her gold waistband, anklets, and bindi enhance her sultry allure. Paglee’s red saree, tattered yet seductive, reveals her bronzed skin and thick pubic hair. Her full breasts bounce, her wild smile captivating the crowd.
Villagers gather, drums pounding, conches blowing, women ululating. Incense smoke dances, mingling with the musky scent of Rita and Paglee’s bodies, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The priest chants, his voice resonating in their hearts.
Ratan gazes at Rita, his eyes a mix of love and lust. “Rita, you’re my wife. Your pussy and ass are mine,” he whispers. Rita smirks, “Ratan, my husband, my cock and pussy ache for you.” Paglee grabs his hand, her breasts brushing his arm. “Your cock is the king of my pussy, Ratan. I’m your wild wife,” she giggles.
During the sindoor ceremony, Ratan marks Rita’s forehead, his fingers lingering on her skin. She shivers with pleasure. He then marks Paglee, who kisses him, whispering, “My pussy is yours.” They exchange garlands, circling seven times, their bodies brushing, hearts pounding.
The crowd cheers, awestruck. The feast follows under the canopy, tables dbangd in white, laden with banana leaves. The air is heavy with the aroma of fish curry, pulao, and sweets.
Menu:

• Hilsa Fish Curry: Fresh hilsa, fried and cooked in turmeric, cumin, and coriander, the oily broth intoxicating.
  
• Mutton Kasha: Tender goat, slow-cooked with onions, ginger, and garlic, bursting with spice.
  
• Basmati Pulao: Fragrant with cardamom, cinnamon, and cloves, garnished with raisins and cashews.
  
• Potato-Pointed Gourd Curry: Soft potatoes and tender gourds in a spiced, light gravy.
  
• Sweets: Rosogolla, soft and syrupy; sandesh, infused with coconut and cardamom; malpua, crispy and soaked in date syrup.
  
• Luchi: Fluffy, hot, perfect with mutton kasha.
  
• Chutney and Papad: Tangy mango chutney and crisp papad.
  

Farida feeds Ratan, Rita, and Paglee herself. She offers Ratan a piece of luchi with mutton, smiling, “Eat, my son. You’re my pride.” She feeds Rita a rosogolla, syrup dripping on her lips. Rita licks it off, purring, “Ma, you’re as sweet as this.” Farida giggles, feeding Paglee fish curry-soaked rice. Paglee laughs, “Ma, this curry’s as hot as my pussy!” Farida playfully pinches her cheek.
As they eat, their hands brush each other’s thighs, Rita’s pussy scent wafting through her saree, Paglee’s breasts pressing against Ratan. Farida watches, her own body stirring with desire. After the feast, they head to the bridal chamber, their eyes promising a night of passion.

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The bridal chamber is adorned with roses, petals scattered on the bed, incense smoke creating a sultry haze. Ratan locks the door, his eyes predatory. Rita and Paglee sit on the bed, their sarees slipping off. Rita’s full breasts gleam, her dark nipples hard, her six-inch cock throbbing beneath her saree, her ass slick and warm. Paglee’s bronzed skin shimmers with sweat, her hairy pussy swollen, her clit pulsing for Ratan’s cock.
Ratan sheds his dhoti, his seven-inch cock rigid, veins throbbing, the head slick with precum. “You’re my wives. I’ll fuck you both senseless,” he growls. Paglee tosses her saree aside, her pussy exposed. “Ratan, my pussy’s crying for your cock. Fuck me!” she cries.
Ratan kneels, his tongue lapping at Paglee’s swollen lips, teasing her clit. She screams, “Ratan… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Her hands grip his hair, pressing her pussy into his mouth. He thrusts his cock into her, her tight, warm pussy clenching around him. “Your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” she moans, her body rocking with each thrust. His hands pinch her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Rita watches, her cock throbbing, precum dripping. She sheds her saree, her cock glistening. “Ratan, I want to fuck your ass,” she whispers, caressing his cheeks. Ratan pauses, his eyes hard. “No, Rita. I’m your husband. I fuck you. Your cock stays out of my ass. You’re my cock’s slave,” he says firmly. Rita’s face falls, her cock trembling with unfulfilled desire.
Ratan pulls out of Paglee and moves to Rita, pushing her onto the bed. He licks her tight, sweaty ass, his tongue circling her hole. “Ratan… your tongue’s driving my ass wild!” Rita moans, her cock dripping onto the sheets. Ratan thrusts into her ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Your cock’s splitting my ass!” she screams. He fucks her hard, biting her nipples, nails raking her skin.
Paglee takes Rita’s cock in her mouth, sucking the head, her tongue swirling. “Paglee… your mouth’s destroying my cock!” Rita cries. Paglee’s tongue teases the base as Ratan’s cock pounds her ass. Ratan’s cock erupts, filling Rita’s ass with cum, dripping down her thighs. Rita’s cock explodes in Paglee’s mouth, cum coating her lips. Paglee licks it clean, savoring every drop.
Ratan returns to Paglee, thrusting into her pussy. “You’re destroying my pussy!” she screams, her pussy gushing, soaking the bed. His cock erupts, filling her with cum. They collapse, their bodies slick and sated, the bed drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.
But Rita’s heart aches—her cock, though pleasured, yearns to penetrate, a desire Ratan’s rule denies. Her body burns with unfulfilled need, a torment that gnaws at her soul.

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The next morning, Rita, heavy-hearted, approaches Farida in the kitchen. Farida’s mature body is stunning in her tight saree—full breasts peeking through, dark nipples visible, her round ass swaying. “Ma, I’m in pain. I’m not satisfied,” Rita whispers, tears in her eyes but desire in her body.
Farida frowns. “Didn’t Ratan fuck you?” she asks, concerned.
Rita shakes her head, lifting her saree to reveal her six-inch cock, hard and dripping, beside her swollen, hairy pussy. Farida gasps, her eyes wide with awe and lust. “What is this, Rita!” she whispers, her hand instinctively touching Rita’s cock, stroking the slick head. “So big and hard… and this pussy… oh!” Farida’s voice drips with desire.
Rita’s cock pulses. “Ma, my cock aches to fuck. Ratan won’t let me,” she says, her voice breaking.
Farida smiles wickedly. “Then I’ll satisfy your cock. My pussy hasn’t tasted a cock in years. And I’ll taste your pussy too,” she purrs. She kneels, her lips brushing Rita’s cock, licking the precum. She takes it deep, her lips tight, her tongue swirling. “Ma… your mouth’s driving my cock wild!” Rita moans. Farida’s fingers tease Rita’s pussy, rubbing her clit. Rita’s body trembles, her pussy gushing.
Farida licks Rita’s pussy, sucking her clit, then returns to her cock. “Your cock and pussy were made for me,” she murmurs, her face slick with juices.
Rita, overcome, lifts Farida and carries her to Ratan’s room. There, Ratan is devouring Paglee’s pussy, his tongue buried in her wet folds, his seven-inch cock hard and dripping. Rita lays Farida on the bed, tearing off her saree. Farida’s body is exposed—full breasts bouncing, dark nipples hard, her mature pussy hairy and wet.
Rita rubs her cock against Farida’s pussy, teasing her clit. “Ma, your pussy will swallow my cock,” she growls, thrusting in hard. Farida screams, “Rita… your cock’s tearing my pussy apart!” Rita fucks her fiercely, biting her nipples, nails digging into her skin.
Paglee joins, sucking Farida’s clit, her tongue brushing Rita’s cock. “Paglee… your tongue’s setting my pussy on fire!” Farida cries. Paglee licks Rita’s cock as it plunges into Farida’s pussy.
Ratan watches, his cock throbbing. He moves behind Rita, caressing her ass. “Fucking my mother, Rita? I’ll destroy your ass!” he growls, thrusting into her tight, slick hole. Rita screams, “Ratan… your cock’s burning my ass!” His thrusts sync with hers, driving her deeper into Farida.
Paglee sucks Farida’s nipples, her tongue teasing Rita’s cock. Farida’s pussy clenches, gushing juices. “Rita… Paglee… you’re destroying me!” she screams, her nails raking Rita’s back.
Rita’s cock erupts, filling Farida’s pussy with hot cum, dripping down her thighs. Ratan’s cock explodes in Rita’s ass, cum flooding her. Paglee’s tongue drives Farida to climax, her pussy soaking the bed.
Ratan kneels, licking Farida’s pussy, savoring Rita’s cum and her juices. “Ma, your pussy and Rita’s cum… it’s heaven,” he growls, his tongue plunging deep. Farida moans, “Ratan… you’re destroying my pussy!” Her pussy gushes, soaking his face.
Paglee takes Ratan’s cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily. “Your cock will explode in my mouth,” she purrs. Rita, watching, feels her cock harden again. She sucks Farida’s nipples, her fingers teasing her pussy alongside Ratan’s tongue. Farida screams, “Rita… Ratan… you’re ruining me!”
Ratan thrusts into Rita’s ass again, his cock relentless. Paglee licks Farida’s pussy, driving her to another climax. Rita’s cock aches, denied penetration. Ratan’s cock erupts in her ass, Farida’s pussy gushes, and they collapse, sated but exhausted.
Farida pulls Paglee close, their pussies grinding together, clits rubbing, juices mingling. “Paglee, your pussy was made for mine,” Farida moans, biting her nipples. Paglee screams, “Ma… our pussies are one!” Their bodies convulse, soaking the bed.
Ratan watches, his cock hardening. “Ma, I’ll fuck your pussy three ways,” he growls. Farida spreads her legs, her pussy glistening. Ratan thrusts in, fucking her hard, then moves to her mouth, her lips sucking her own juices off his cock. He fucks her pussy again, then from behind, slapping her ass. Finally, Farida rides him, her pussy clenching his cock until they both explode, cum and juices soaking the bed.
As they lie together, Farida whispers, “Ratan, your cock is my pussy’s king.” Ratan replies, “Ma, your pussy was made for me. This game never ends.”

But suddenly, Rita rises, her eyes blazing with frustration. She slaps Ratan hard, her voice trembling. “You deny my cock, Ratan! You’ll pay for this!” The room falls silent, the air thick with tension, as their forbidden game takes a dangerous turn.

[Abirkkz]

Suddenly, Rita, her six-inch cock still glistening with slick cum, rises from the bed, her eyes blazing with fire, her body trembling with the sting of the wedding night’s humiliation. Her full breasts sway, dark nipples hard, her round ass slick with sweat. She charges at Ratan, her hands swinging, delivering sharp, stinging slaps across his face. Each slap leaves red marks on his cheeks, the sound echoing in the sultry air. “You dared to deny my cock, Ratan! Now you’ll feel my power!” Rita screams, her voice a raw mix of rage and lust.
Ratan, stunned, his eyes flashing with shock and anger, raises his hand to strike back, but Rita is faster. She grabs his wrist, twisting it hard, her strength surprising him. Then, with a swift lift of her leg, she delivers a powerful kick to his stomach. Ratan cries out, “Ahh!” stumbling backward, crashing against the bed’s edge. His body quakes, but his eyes still burn with defiance.
Farida and Paglee, watching the scene, burst into laughter, rising to their feet. Farida’s pussy is still wet with Ratan’s cum, her full breasts heaving. Paglee’s bronzed skin glistens with sweat, her swollen pussy pulsing with arousal. “Rita, you’re our queen! Punish Ratan!” Farida shouts, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. Paglee giggles, her voice dripping with mischief, “Ratan, your ass is done for now!”
Together, Farida and Paglee grab Ratan, pinning him face-up on the bed. He struggles, his muscles tensing, but their strong hands clamp his wrists, holding him down. Rita climbs onto the bed, her six-inch cock rigid, veins bulging, the pink head slick with precum, throbbing with raw need.
Rita spreads Ratan’s legs wide, lifting his round ass high. His tight hole glistens with sweat, as if begging for Rita’s cum. “You said my cock would never enter your ass, Ratan. Now watch it tear you apart!” Rita growls, rubbing her cock against his hole. She eases the head in slowly, his tight, warm hole gripping her fiercely. Ratan lets out a sharp moan, “Ahh… Rita… you’re setting my ass on fire!”
With one powerful thrust, Rita buries her entire cock inside him, her movements fierce and relentless. Each thrust shakes Ratan’s body, his ass quivering in rhythm with her savage pace. Farida and Paglee hold him down, their hands whipping his body with the bedsheet, slapping his ass and back. “Ratan, you’re our slave now!” Farida screams, her hand delivering a sharp slap to his cheek. Paglee, laughing wildly, climbs onto his chest, grinding her wet pussy against his face. “Suck it, Ratan! Suck my pussy!” she demands, pressing her swollen lips against his mouth. Ratan’s tongue laps at her dripping folds, drinking her juices, his moans muffled.
Rita, Farida, and Paglee chant in unison, “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!” Their voices echo through the room, a primal, demonic melody. Rita’s thrusts grow fiercer, her cock plunging deep into Ratan’s ass, the veined shaft rubbing his tight walls. His body trembles, his seven-inch cock hard and dripping with precum. “Rita… you’re destroying my ass!” Ratan cries, his voice a mix of pain and ecstasy.
Rita’s thrusts reach a fever pitch, her cock erupting inside Ratan’s ass, flooding it with hot, sticky cum that spills down his thighs. Her release is endless, as if all her rage and desire pour out in this torrent, soaking the bed, dripping onto the rose petals scattered beneath. The room seems to drown in her cum—bed, walls, floor, all slick with her warm, salty essence. Farida and Paglee, laughing, scoop up Rita’s cum, smearing it over each other’s bodies, their pussies and breasts glistening. “Rita, you’ve finished Ratan! Look at him, Ratan, Ratan, Ratan!” Farida shouts, her hands stroking both Ratan’s and Rita’s cocks.
Ratan lies on the bed, exhausted, his ass soaked with Rita’s cum. The sound of their chants—Ratan… Ratan… Ratan…—fades in his ears, growing softer. Suddenly, a sharp cry of “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!” snaps him awake. His eyes flutter open, and the sticky bed, rose petals, incense smoke, and the musky scent of sweat, cum, and juices vanish. Only his cock remains, wet with the sticky residue of a wet dream, his lungi clinging to his skin.
From outside the room, his mother Farida’s voice calls, “Ratan! Ratan! Ratan!”
“I’m coming, Ma!” Ratan replies, his voice groggy with sleep.
Farida’s tone is sharp with irritation. “I’ve been calling you forever! Are you sleeping like the dead? Did you eat too much at the feast yesterday? Get up, you need to open the shop!” Her footsteps fade as Ratan sits up, his body drenched in sweat, his mind restless with guilt and desire. He touches his cum-soaked cock, his thoughts consumed by the vivid, filthy dream. Why did he dream this?
Memories flood back:
Days ago, Ratan had taken a madwoman, Paglee, into his shop and fucked her, seizing the chance to sate his lust, believing no one would know of this forbidden, juicy encounter. But Rita, a transgender woman, had seen it all. The incident sparked a secret guilt and fear in Ratan, manifesting in his dream as Paglee’s wild, lustful persona. Her pussy, her screams, and the union with Farida were expressions of his subconscious desires, reveling in the thrill of the forbidden.
But Rita, knowing of Ratan’s tryst with Paglee, blackmailed him. She fucked his ass with her six-inch cock, taking revenge and challenging his dominance. This left a deep sense of humiliation and shame, reflected in the dream as Rita’s slaps, kicks, and the intense fucking of his ass. Her words, “My cock is the king of your ass,” echo his subconscious fear of defeat under her power. The image of her cum “flooding the room” is an exaggerated expression of his guilt and her dominance.
In the dream, Farida appears as both his nurturing mother and a sexual partner, embodying a duality that reflects Ratan’s internal conflict—love for his mother intertwined with forbidden attraction. In reality, Farida is caring, urging him to open the shop, but in the dream, her intense union with Rita and Paglee highlights his fear of abandonment and taboo desires. The wedding feast from the previous night, with its rose petals, incense, and revelry, merged with his subconscious lust, shaping the dream’s vivid scenes. The excess of food and drink stirred his body and mind, culminating in the wet dream.
Ratan’s hunger for Paglee and the sting of Rita’s humiliation linger. Not knowing where Paglee or Rita are fuels his unrest. He longs to fuck Paglee again, to reclaim his dominance, but Rita’s blackmail and the memory of her cock in his ass have shattered his confidence, manifesting in the dream as his submission. The dark, filthy alley, shrouded in the twilight of desire, pulses with the scent of raw lu

[Abirkkz]

In a shadowy corner of the alley, Rita stands waiting for customers, joined by her friends Mili and Mitu.


Rita wears a tight red saree, every curve of her body accentuated. Beneath, a black blouse clings to her skin, her dark nipples peeking through. Her waist is bare, a line of dark hair trailing below her navel. Her six-inch cock is hard, bulging under the saree, veins pulsing, the head slick with precum. Her heavy balls hang low, brimming with cum, glistening with sweat. Her round, fleshy ass sways, the hole slick with sweat and cum. Her full breasts strain against the blouse, dark nipples hard, marked by sucking. Her honeyed skin shimmers with sweat, her long black hair disheveled, her lips red with lipstick, her eyes gleaming with lust.

Mili’s body is plump, her dark skin glistening with sweat. She wears a tight green salwar kameez, hugging every curve. Her five-inch cock is thick, veins bulging when hard, the pink head dripping with precum. Her massive balls, heavy with cum, hang low, slick with sweat, as if made for someone’s mouth or ass. Her heavy breasts strain against the kameez, long black nipples poking through. Her soft belly glistens, her deep navel inviting. Her massive, fleshy ass quakes with each step, the hole slick with sweat and cum. Her short, curly hair is wet, her lips curled in a lewd smile, her eyes burning with desire.

Mitu is slim, her fair skin slick with sweat. She wears a thin blue saree, clinging to her slender frame, a black blouse beneath, nipples visible. A cigarette dangles from her hand, smoke curling from her lips. Her tight pussy has pink lips, wet with juices, her clit hard and throbbing. Her small, tight ass glistens, the hole slick. Her small, firm breasts have dark, hard nipples. Her waist is narrow, her flat belly adorned with a small navel. Her long black hair is braided, her lips lightly painted, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

The three are lost in conversation, their words dripping with filthy desire. The alley’s air is thick with their sweat, cheap perfume, and raw sexuality.

Rita: (laughing, adjusting her saree) “Mili, these customers fuck our asses for fun, but how many have tasted my six-inch cock? There was this middle-aged guy, fat ass, begging, ‘Rita, tear my ass apart.’ I bent him over the bed like a dog, shoved my cock in his ass. Every thrust made his ass shake, he screamed, ‘Rita, deeper, rip me apart!’ My cock pounded so hard, his balls slapped my stomach. Finally, I flooded his ass with my thick cum, and he licked my cock clean, thanking me.”

Mili: (shivering, voice heavy with frustration) “Oh, Rita, you’re so lucky! My five-inch thick cock, no one can take it. When it’s hard, the veins bulge, the head drips with precum. One customer tried, but as soon as I pushed the head in, he screamed, ‘It’s too thick, it’ll tear my ass!’ Then he flipped me over, fucked my ass instead. My ass has taken so much cock, it opens up the moment one slides in. I want someone to take my thick cock, drown in my cum, scream under my thrusts.”

Mitu: (taking a drag, laughing) “You two are crazy, Rita, Mili! My pussy’s tight, but customers want my ass. Last week, this guy came, forced his cock in my ass, pounding hard. I screamed, ‘Slow down, you’ll tear my ass!’ But he squeezed my breasts, fingered my pussy, drove me wild. His cock exploded in my ass, hot cum dripping down. My pussy was soaked, I was begging for more. Then another guy took me on his bike, lifted my blue saree, and shoved his cock in my pussy. My slim body rubbed against his chest, I screamed, ‘Harder, rip my pussy apart!’ He fingered my ass, made me shake. His cum flooded my pussy, and I sucked his cock clean.”

Rita: (looking at Mili, a lustful smile) “Don’t worry, Mili. I’m your friend. I’ll ease your pain. Come to my place one day. I’ll take your thick cock in my ass, let it make my ass quake. You’ll suck my cock, and we’ll drown in each other’s cum.”

Mili: (eyes gleaming) “Rita, you’re my dream friend! I’ll fuck your ass with my thick cock, make you scream. I’ll suck your cock, take your cum in my mouth. We’ll drive each other wild.”

Mitu, her blue saree wet with sweat, cigarette in hand, strokes Mili’s five-inch thick cock. Her slim fingers trace the bulging veins, precum dripping from the pink head. She laughs, “Mili, your cock’s so thick!” She presses her lips to the head, trying to take it in, but it’s too thick for her small mouth. “It won’t fit in my mouth, but in my tight pussy, it’ll drive me insane!”

Mitu: (licking Mili’s cock head, tasting the precum, voice dripping with lust) “Oh, Mili, your thick cock’s precum is intoxicating! It’s too big for my mouth, but in my tight pussy, it’ll make me scream. Fuck my pussy with it, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your thick cum!’ And Rita, fuck my ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, rip my ass open, let your cum drip down!’ I’ll suck your cocks, take your cum in my mouth.”

Mili: (moaning at Mitu’s tongue, trembling) “Ahh, Mitu, your tongue’s setting my cock on fire! Lick my precum, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my thick cock, make you scream, ‘Mili, rip my pussy apart, flood it with your cum!’ Rita, fuck my fat ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, tear my ass open, let your cum spill!’ I’ll suck your cock, take your cum in my mouth, squeeze your breasts, drive you wild.”

Rita: (lifting her saree, rubbing her cock, grinning wickedly) “Mili, Mitu, you filthy sluts! Mili, fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, flood it with your hot cum!’ I’ll suck your thick cock, drink your cum. Mitu, I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my six-inch cock, make you scream, ‘Rita, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your cum!’ I’ll finger your ass, make your pussy gush. Last week, a customer fucked my ass so hard, I screamed, ‘Harder, rip my ass apart!’ His cum dripped down my ass, I sucked his cock clean to thank him. Mili, Mitu, we’ll fuck together, our cum and juices mixing in the alley’s air!”

Mitu: (licking Mili’s cock head, swallowing precum, shouting) “You two are setting my pussy and ass on fire! Mili, fuck my pussy with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my pussy apart, flood it with your thick cum!’ Rita, fuck my ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, tear my ass open, let your cum drip!’ I’ll suck your cocks, take your cum in my mouth, squeeze your breasts, drive you wild. Last month, a guy fucked my pussy so hard, I screamed, ‘Deeper, rip my pussy apart!’ His cum flooded my pussy, I sucked his cock clean. Mili, Rita, we’ll fuck together, our screams tearing the alley’s sky apart!”

Mili: (screaming at Mitu’s tongue) “Ahh, Mitu, your tongue’s driving my thick cock insane! Lick my precum, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my thick cock, make you scream, ‘Mili, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your cum!’ Rita, fuck my fat ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, rip my ass open, flood it with your cum!’ I’ll suck your cock, take your cum in my mouth. Last week, a customer fucked my ass so hard, I screamed, ‘Harder, tear my ass apart!’ His cum dripped down, my ass gaped wide. Rita, Mitu, we’ll fuck together, heat up this alley with our screams!”

Rita: (tossing her saree aside, rubbing her cock, shouting) “Mili, Mitu, you’re my flames of desire! Mili, fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, tear my ass apart, fill it with your hot cum!’ I’ll suck your thick cock, drink your cum, squeeze your breasts, drive you wild. Mitu, I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my six-inch cock, make you scream, ‘Rita, rip my pussy apart, flood it with your cum!’ I’ll finger your ass, make your pussy gush. Last month, a customer fucked my ass so hard, I screamed, ‘Deeper, rip my ass apart!’ His cum dripped down, I sucked his cock clean. Mili, Mitu, we’ll fuck together, soak the alley’s streets with our cum and juices!”

Mitu: (licking Mili’s cock, swallowing precum, screaming) “You two are burning my pussy and ass! Mili, fuck my pussy with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your hot cum!’ Rita, fuck my ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, rip my ass open, let your cum drip!’ I’ll suck your cocks, take your cum in my mouth, squeeze your breasts, drive you wild. Last week, a guy fucked my pussy so hard, I screamed, ‘Harder, rip my pussy apart!’ His cum flooded my pussy, I sucked his cock clean. Mili, Rita, we’ll fuck together, set the alley’s air ablaze!”

Mili: (screaming at Mitu’s tongue) “Ahh, Mitu, your tongue’s driving my thick cock mad! Lick my precum, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my thick cock, make you scream, ‘Mili, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your cum!’ Rita, fuck my fat ass with your six-inch cock, I’ll scream, ‘Rita, rip my ass open, flood it with your cum!’ I’ll suck your cock, take your cum in my mouth. We’ll fuck together, soak the alley’s streets, our screams tearing the sky apart!”

Rita: (rubbing her cock, shouting) “Mili, Mitu, we’re the filthy queens of this alley! Mili, fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, flood it with your hot cum!’ Mitu, suck my cock, drink my cum, I’ll fuck your tight pussy with my six-inch cock, make you scream, ‘Rita, tear my pussy apart, fill it with your cum!’ We’ll fuck each other senseless, our cum and juices mixing, shaking this alley to its core!”

Their raw, filthy, lustful dialogue echoes through the alley like a primal moan. Mitu swirls her tongue around Mili’s cock head, sucking the precum. Rita rubs her cock, her saree pooling on the ground. Their screams, laughter, and tales of desire reverberate through the alley, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and juices, driving the night wild.

Suddenly, a sleek black Mercedes pulls up at the alley’s entrance. Rahul, a handsome 38-year-old man in an expensive black suit, steps out, his eyes gleaming with greed. Beside him is his wife, Neela, a stunning 35-year-old woman in a tight red dress, her curves accentuated, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Rahul approaches Mitu, his voice dripping with lust. “I’m Rahul, and this is my wife, Neela. We want a special night with you. Come to our place.” Mitu laughs, “Rahul, Neela, both of you? I’m in, but you better drive me wild!” Neela smirks, “Mitu, I’ll give you a night you’ll forget this alley for!” They usher Mitu into the car, heading toward their luxurious home.

Rita and Mili exchange glances, their eyes burning with desire, laughing as the alley’s dark pulse continues to throb.

[Abirkkz]

The Forbidden World of the Dark Alley

The dark alley, home to characters like Mitu, Shiuli, Rita, and Mili, is a complex, raw, and sensual tapestry of desire, struggle, and forbidden pleasure. It’s not just a place but a living, breathing world where society’s outcasts fight for survival, sell their bodies, and fulfill their secret fantasies.

Nestled at the edge of a sprawling city, the alley lies where towering buildings, bustling streets, and neon lights fade. It’s a labyrinth of narrow passages, so tight that bodies brush against each other when passing. The walls are old, plaster peeling, covered in colorful posters, betel stains, and graffiti. The air is thick with sweat, tar, cigarette smoke, and cheap perfume. The ground is slick, wet with rainwater, spilled liquor, and occasional traces of cum. By day, the alley is quiet, almost abandoned. But at night, it comes alive. Red, blue, and pink neon lights flicker, curtains part in front of small shops, and prostitutes stand with sultry smiles.

Every corner hides tiny rooms, their doors veiled by thin curtains, containing worn beds, dim mirrors, and flickering bulbs. These rooms witness secret unions, where moans, sweat, and cum create a filthy symphony. At the alley’s end is an old bar, alive with cheap liquor, music, and the laughter of customers.

The alley isn’t just a hub for prostitutes; it’s a community. Prostitutes like Mitu, Shiuli, Rita, and Mili, along with transgender women, pimps, customers, and small shopkeepers, coexist here. The prostitutes share an unspoken bond, knowing each other’s secrets, protecting one another from danger, and sharing cigarettes at night’s end. Their conversations blend laughter, curses, and filthy fantasies.

Customers come from all walks—truck drivers, laborers, businessmen, even married men sneaking in. They come to sate their desires, to have their cocks sucked, to fuck asses, or spill their cum. Some are tender, others brutal, driven by raw hunger. Pimps lurk in the shadows, bringing customers, negotiating prices. But the real power lies with the prostitutes—they set their prices, play by their rules.

The alley’s culture is filthy but vibrant. There’s no judgment, no shame. The prostitutes, with their full breasts, tight pussies, and firm asses, drive customers wild. They know how to suck cock, take thrusts in their pussies or asses, and moan to win hearts. Their words mix curses, laughter, and lust. One says, “Your thick cock is my pussy’s fire! Fuck my ass till it splits!” Another laughs, “Spill your cum in my ass, but pay first!” These raw words, these sultry smiles, are the alley’s pulse.

The alley is as cruel as it is sensual. Danger lurks—pimps exploit, customers turn violent, security officer raid and harass. Yet the alley’s people fight on, protecting each other, hiding their earnings, raising their prices. The alley is their home, their battlefield, their paradise.

This dark alley, pulsing with raw sexuality,

is a forbidden world of unbridled desire.

Welcome to its heart.

[Abirkkz]

Rita’s Savage Hunger

Some time after Mitu’s departure, another customer arrives at the alley’s edge. Raju, a 28-year-old rickshaw puller, stands tall with a rugged, muscular frame forged by the grueling labor of pedaling through the streets. His dark skin glistens with sweat under the Chaitra sun, amplifying his raw, primal masculinity. His eyes carry a hint of simplicity, but beneath lies a feral, filthy hunger burning in his core. Clad in a tattered blue lungi and a worn white shirt, his seven-inch cock pulses beneath the fabric, veins bulging, the head slick with precum. His chest is matted with thick, sweat-soaked hair, his arms corded with muscle, and his thighs ripple with power. His stubbled beard and red-stained lips from chewing paan add to his rugged allure, while his body exudes the musky scent of sweat and earth. Behind his innocent smile lurks a savage, depraved lust, ignited by the sight of Rita’s saree-clad curves.

Raju steps closer, clutching a few crumpled notes. “How much?” he growls, his voice rough, his eyes locked on Rita’s heaving breasts. Rita exhales a plume of cigarette smoke, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. “For a beast like you, it’s cheap. Come, my ass is weeping for your cock.”

Raju grabs her hand, leading her deeper into the alley to a dilapidated room behind an abandoned shop. The dirt floor is littered with debris, the cracked walls reek of sweat and tar, and the air is thick with primal tension. Raju hikes Rita’s saree to her waist, not bothering to remove it fully. Her pale, round ass is exposed, the tight hole glistening with sweat, framed by dark hair. Her six-inch cock, half-hard, remains hidden beneath the saree. Her blouse clings tightly, dark nipples straining against the fabric, her skin shimmering with sweat.

Raju forces Rita to her knees on the dirt floor, her ass raised high. She braces her hands in the grime, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass open and vulnerable. Raju lifts his lungi, revealing his seven-inch cock, rock-hard, veins throbbing, the head gleaming with precum. He rubs it against Rita’s tight hole, their sweat and precum mixing into a slick, filthy lube. “Your ass was made for my cock, Rita. Take it!” he snarls, thrusting savagely, his cock plunging deep into her tight, sweaty hole.

Rita screams, “Oh, Raju… you’re tearing my ass apart!” Raju pounds her relentlessly, his cock driving deep, the veined shaft grinding against her inner walls. Her body quakes with each thrust, her ass slamming against his hips. Raju slaps her ass hard, leaving red welts, growling, “Rita, your ass is swallowing my cock! Shut up, my filthy slut!” Rita’s moans echo through the alley, “Oh, Raju… my ass is burning!”

He grabs her hair, yanking her head back, and shifts positions, pinning her against the cracked wall. His cock plunges even deeper, his sweat-soaked chest grinding against her back. His hands grip her breasts, pinching her nipples through the blouse, twisting them until they harden and swell. Rita’s moans turn feral, her body trembling with pain and pleasure. Raju’s cock slides in and out, slick with sweat and precum, her hole clenching tightly around him.

Raju pulls out, forcing Rita back to her knees. Her lips, red with smeared lipstick and sweat, part as he shoves his cock into her mouth. The veined shaft grinds against her tongue, the musky taste of his precum and her ass flooding her senses. “Suck it, Rita! Drink my cock’s juice!” Raju roars, his hands gripping her hair tightly. Rita sucks hungrily, her tongue swirling over the swollen head, savoring the salty mix of his precum and her own scent. He thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, her eyes watering, but she keeps sucking, her lips slick and tight around him.

Raju’s body tenses, and he erupts, his hot, salty cum flooding Rita’s mouth, spilling over her lips and dripping down her chin. She swallows greedily, her face sticky, her lipstick smeared. “Your mouth was made for my cum,” Raju laughs, his voice thick with satisfaction.

He lifts Rita’s saree higher, exposing her six-inch cock, hard and throbbing, veins bulging, the head glistening with precum. Raju’s rough, calloused hand strokes it briefly, his fingers teasing the slick head, but he stops short. Rita’s cock trembles, her body aching for release, but he denies her. “I don’t need your cum, Rita. Your ass and mouth are enough for my cock,” he sneers, his grin cruel. He adjusts his lungi, stuffs a few crumpled notes into Rita’s saree, and strides out into the alley.

Rita remains kneeling on the dirt floor, her saree bunched at her waist, her ass sticky with Raju’s cum, her mouth tasting of his salty release. Her cock, still hard and dripping, pulses with unfulfilled desire. She straightens her saree, lights a cigarette, and exhales, her eyes a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger. The alley’s darkness swallows her moans, but the fire within her burns on.


Mitu’s Night of Fire

In the dim glow of the evening alley, the air is thick with the scent of lust. Mitu stands alone, her blue saree clinging to her sweat-soaked body, every curve accentuated by the thin fabric. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, sweat beads rolling from her forehead down the veins of her neck, each inch of her body screaming with desire. Her tight pussy drips with arousal, juices trickling down her thighs, staining the saree. Her small breasts are firm, dark nipples straining against the fabric, begging for release. Her tight ass, slick with sweat, peeks through the saree’s folds, its round shape undeniable. Her long black hair sticks to her neck, wet with sweat, each strand clinging to her skin. Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous grin, her lips lightly painted with red lipstick, a predator awaiting her prey.

A sleek black Mercedes pulls up at the alley’s mouth. Rahul steps out, his honey-toned skin glistening with sweat, his muscular frame wrapped in an expensive black suit. His cock, hard and veined, presses against his trousers, the pink head slick with precum. His heavy balls hang low, brimming with cum, coated in sweat. His tight ass glistens, his chest muscles flex beneath the suit, black nipples swollen with arousal. His flat stomach boasts a deep navel, framed by short black hair, wet with sweat. His eyes burn with greedy lust, his lips curling into a sensual smile, as if he knows the night’s game is his to control.

Beside him steps Neela, her fair skin shimmering with sweat, her slim yet curvaceous body encased in a tight red dress. Her tight pussy drips, her swollen clit glistening, burning with desire. Her round ass is firm, the hole slick with sweat. Her medium breasts are taut, dark nipples straining against the dress. Her flat stomach sports a small navel, her long black hair wet and splayed across her back. Her eyes gleam with mischief, her lips radiating sensuality, ready to claim her share of the night’s debauchery.

Rahul approaches Mitu, his voice dripping with lust. “Mitu, you’re the fire of the night. Neela and I want to burn with you. Come to our place—this night will be unforgettable.” Mitu runs her tongue over her lips, her smile wicked. “Rahul, Neela, you both want to drive me mad? I’m in, but you’ll have to fill every hole in my body.” Neela tosses her hair back, grinning devilishly. “Don’t worry, Mitu. I’ll lick every inch of you, and Rahul will fuck your pussy and ass until you’re ruined.” They usher Mitu into the car, speeding toward their luxurious home.



In Rahul and Neela’s opulent bedroom, candlelight dances on the walls, soft jazz music floating in the air, mingling with the heavy scent of sweat, cum, and desire. A massive bed dbangd in red satin sheets glows like blood. In the corner, bondage gear—leather ropes, handcuffs, whips, and femdom toys—waits silently for the night’s depraved games. Mitu enters, shedding her saree, her naked body glowing in the candlelight. She laughs, “Rahul, Neela, this room is a temple of lust. How will you make me lose my mind?”

Neela strips off her red dress, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Mitu, tonight you’re my slave. I’ll bind you, punish you, and make your pussy melt on my tongue.” Rahul discards his suit, his cock standing rigid, dripping with precum. He smirks, “Mitu, I’ll fuck your ass and pussy until you’re in paradise.” They begin a filthy game: “Femdom Fire,” where Neela dominates Mitu with bondage and femdom tactics, while Rahul adds savage intensity to their union.

Neela lays Mitu on the bed, binding her wrists with leather ropes to the bedposts. Mitu’s tight pussy drips, her small breasts swollen, dark nipples hard and trembling for Neela’s touch. Neela lowers her face to Mitu’s pussy, her tongue grazing the swollen clit, sucking slowly. Mitu’s juices coat Neela’s tongue, the salty-sweet taste flooding her mouth. Neela plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls of Mitu’s pussy, drinking her juices. Mitu moans, “Neela, eat my pussy! Your tongue is setting my body on fire!” Neela parts Mitu’s ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole. The musky scent of Mitu’s sweat and filth fills Neela’s nose as she sucks, her tongue circling the rim, probing inside. Mitu screams, “Neela, suck my ass! You’re driving me insane!”

Rahul kneels behind Neela, his tongue lapping at her tight pussy, circling her swollen clit. Her juices coat his mouth as he sucks greedily. Neela moans, “Rahul, eat my pussy! Your tongue is sparking a storm in me!” Rahul moves to Mitu’s face, rubbing his cock against her lips. Mitu’s tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, devouring every inch. “Rahul, shove your cock in my mouth! I want to drink your juice!” she cries. Rahul thrusts deep, his cock hitting her throat, her saliva and his precum mixing, dripping down her chin. The room fills with moans and the wet sounds of sucking, candlelight dancing on their sweat-soaked bodies.

Neela, with Mitu’s wrists still bound, spreads her legs and grabs a leather whip. She lightly strikes Mitu’s tight ass, leaving red marks, the flesh quivering with each hit. Mitu moans, “Neela, punish me! Make my ass red!” Neela straps on a thick dildo, rubbing its cold surface against Mitu’s pussy. She slides it in slowly, Mitu’s tight pussy swallowing it, the shaft grinding against her walls. Neela thrusts hard, the dildo plunging deep, Mitu’s juices soaking the satin sheets. Mitu screams, “Neela, rip my pussy apart! Your dildo is tearing me!” Neela grabs Mitu’s breasts, pinching her nipples, Mitu’s body trembling as her pussy gushes.

Neela slides the dildo into Mitu’s ass, the tight hole stretching to take it. Each inch grinds against Mitu’s walls, her hole quaking under the pressure. Mitu screams in pain and pleasure, “Neela, tear my ass apart! Your dildo is driving me mad!” Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her swollen clit grinding against Mitu’s lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, her tongue plunging inside. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! Be my slave, drink my juice!”

Neela lies on the bed, Mitu straddling her, sliding the strap-on dildo into her pussy. She rides it hard, the dildo plunging deep, grinding her walls. Neela sucks Mitu’s breasts, her teeth grazing her nipples, which swell and tremble. Mitu screams, “Neela, my pussy is swallowing your dildo! Suck my tits!” Rahul slides his cock into Mitu’s ass, her tight hole gripping him. “Rahul, rip my ass apart! Your cock is tearing me!” she cries. Rahul and Neela thrust in unison, Mitu’s pussy and ass devouring them, her body trembling, slick with sweat.

Rahul lies on the bed, Mitu straddling him, his cock sliding into her pussy. Each inch grinds against her tight walls, her juices coating him. Neela slides her strap-on into Mitu’s ass, plunging deep. They thrust together, Mitu’s holes stretched to their limit. She screams, “Rahul, Neela, rip my pussy and ass apart! I can’t take it!” Neela pinches Mitu’s nipples, Rahul licks her navel, sucking her sweaty skin. Mitu’s moans fill the room, her body drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.

Neela binds Mitu again, tying her arms and legs to the bed’s corners, her pussy and ass exposed. She whips Mitu’s ass and breasts, leaving red welts, Mitu’s body quaking with each strike. Neela rubs her pussy against Mitu’s mouth, her clit grinding against her lips. Mitu sucks Neela’s juices, moaning, “Neela, I’m your slave! Eat my pussy!” Neela presses a vibrator against Mitu’s clit, its intense pulses sending shocks through her body, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Mitu’s screams echo off the walls.

Neela thrusts the strap-on into Mitu’s ass, pounding hard, the dildo plunging deep. Mitu screams, “Neela, finish me! Your dildo is ripping my ass!” Rahul slides his cock into Neela’s pussy, thrusting fiercely. Neela’s pussy swallows him, her juices coating his cock. She moans, “Rahul, rip my pussy apart! I can’t take it!” Their bodies entwine, trembling, drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.

The “Femdom Fire” game reaches its peak. Rahul thrusts into Mitu’s pussy, his thick cum flooding her, spilling down her thighs. Neela pounds Mitu’s ass with the strap-on, Mitu trembling in ecstasy, her pussy gushing, soaking the sheets. Neela rubs her clit, screaming as her juices spray over Mitu’s body, mixing with her sweat and cum.

They collapse on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, you’ve driven me insane!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you were a perfect slave. Your body is my tongue’s toy!” Rahul smirks, “Mitu, come back. We’ll punish you more.” Their laughter and moans fill the room.



In the candlelit bedroom, the air is heavy with the scent of sweat, cum, and juices. The red satin sheets are soaked, leather ropes and whips scattered in the corner. Mitu kneels on the bed, her fair skin glistening, her tight pussy dripping, her small breasts swollen. Rahul and Neela stand before her, naked and sweat-soaked, Rahul’s cock half-hard and dripping, Neela’s pussy glistening. Mitu smirks, “Rahul, Neela, I’ll lick, suck, and devour every inch of you! I’ll make you my tongue’s slaves!” Neela grins, “Mitu, you were our slave, now be our queen!” Rahul whispers, “Start with my cock, Mitu. I want to melt on your tongue.”

They begin a new, filthy game: “Feast of Flesh,” where Mitu will lick, suck, and devour every part of their bodies with sensual precision.

Mitu kneels before Rahul, her hands gripping his cock. Her tongue swirls over the pink head, sucking his salty precum. She licks the veined shaft, savoring every inch. “Rahul, your cock’s taste is setting my tongue on fire!” she murmurs. She moves to his base, licking his sweaty skin, drinking the salty musk. She takes his heavy balls in her mouth, her tongue circling their sweat-soaked surface, his cum’s scent dizzying her. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my balls! I’ll spill my cum in your mouth!”

Mitu lays Rahul on the bed, parting his firm ass. Her tongue plunges deep into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. She circles the rim, probing inside, the taste flooding her mouth. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my ass! You’re driving me insane!” She sucks his ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.

Mitu grabs Rahul’s muscular arms, licking his sweaty skin, sucking his fingers one by one, her tongue swirling between them, drinking his salty taste. “Rahul, your fingers feel like cocks in my mouth!” she whispers. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting on your tongue!”

She moves to his feet, her tongue gliding from his ankles up his muscular legs, licking his sweat-soaked skin. She sucks his toes, her tongue weaving between them, drinking the musky scent. Rahul moans, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my queen!”

Mitu lifts his arms, her tongue diving into his sweaty armpits, licking the thick hair, sucking the musky scent. “Rahul, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Rahul screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your tongue’s slave!”

She licks his neck, sucking his sweaty skin, biting his veins lightly. She moves to his muscular chest, her tongue circling his black nipples, sucking them hard. Rahul moans, “Mitu, suck my chest! My body’s melting!” She licks his flat stomach, her tongue plunging into his deep navel, sucking the sweaty skin. Rahul screams, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”

Mitu lays Neela on the bed, parting her legs. Her tongue grazes Neela’s tight pussy, sucking her swollen clit, drinking her juices. She plunges her tongue inside, licking the walls, devouring the musky taste. “Neela, your pussy’s juice is honey on my tongue!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my pussy! I’m melting!”

Mitu parts Neela’s round ass, her tongue diving deep into her tight hole, sucking the sweaty musk. She circles the rim, probing inside. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my ass! You’re my queen!” Mitu sucks her ass cheeks, biting lightly, leaving red marks.

Mitu licks Neela’s medium breasts, her tongue circling her dark nipples, sucking them hard. She grabs Neela’s breasts, biting her nipples, making them swell. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my tits! I’m going mad!” Mitu licks Neela’s sweaty skin, drinking her musk.

She grabs Neela’s arms, licking her fair skin, sucking her fingers, her tongue weaving between them. “Neela, your fingers are flowers in my mouth!” she murmurs. Neela moans, “Mitu, suck my fingers! I’m melting!” Mitu licks Neela’s legs, sucking her toes, drinking the musky scent. Neela screams, “Mitu, eat my feet! You’re my paradise!”

Mitu lifts Neela’s arms, licking her sweaty armpits, sucking the soft skin. “Neela, your armpits are driving me wild!” she murmurs. Neela screams, “Mitu, suck my pits! I’m your slave!” Mitu licks Neela’s neck, biting her veins, then her flat stomach, plunging her tongue into her small navel. Neela moans, “Mitu, eat my navel! You’re finishing me!”

Mitu lays Rahul and Neela side by side, her tongue roaming their bodies. She sucks Rahul’s cock, then licks Neela’s pussy, mixing their juices in her mouth. She licks Rahul’s ass, then Neela’s, devouring their musky scents. She licks their armpits, sucks their fingers and toes, her tongue claiming every inch. Rahul and Neela moan, “Mitu, you’re our goddess! Keep devouring us!”

Mitu’s tongue drives them wild. She sucks Rahul’s cock until his thick cum floods her mouth, swallowing greedily. She licks Neela’s pussy until she trembles, her juices spraying Mitu’s face. Mitu devours their asses, armpits, necks, and navels, their bodies drenched in sweat, cum, and juices.

They collapse, trembling, their faces slick with saliva and sweat. Mitu gasps, “Rahul, Neela, your bodies are my tongue’s paradise!” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen! Your tongue enslaved us!” Rahul whispers, “Mitu, come back. We want to melt again!” Their moans and laughter fill the room.



After a brief rest, Neela sits up, her long black hair wet and clinging to her shoulders. Her fair skin glows in the candlelight, her round ass grinding against the bed. She smirks at Mitu, “Those two sluts you mentioned, Rita and Mili—who are they? Bring them one day. We’ll fuck them senseless.” Her voice drips with mischief, her eyes gleaming with greed.

Mitu laughs, her blue saree lying on the floor. She leans back on the bed, her fair skin glowing, her voice sultry. “Rita and Mili? They’re my alley sisters, but their bodies burn like yours. Their cocks are hard, dripping with juice, their asses tight. Bring them here, and this bedroom will collapse.” She tosses her hair back, her eyes twinkling. To Rahul, she says, “Rita’s cock is pink, veins bulging, and Mili’s is thick, the head dripping. Play with them, and you’ll both go mad.”

Rahul startles, his muscular chest glistening. “Really? They have cocks? I need to see it!” His half-hard cock leaves a wet spot on the sheets. He grins, “I’ll fuck their asses, and Neela will suck their cocks.” His voice trembles with excitement, his cock hardening again.

Mitu laughs, “You’re right, Rahul. I stroked Mili’s cock—it was so thick my mouth couldn’t take it. I licked the pink head, dripping with juice. Rita’s cock? Hard, veined, I went mad sucking it.” She runs her tongue over her lips, winking at them.

Neela sets down her wine glass, her fair skin shimmering with sweat. “Then we must have them here. I’ll take Rita’s cock in my pussy, suck Mili’s. Rahul, you’ll fuck their asses. The four of us will set this room ablaze.” Her pussy drips as she speaks, her ass grinding against the bed.

Rahul laughs, stroking his cock. “Absolutely! If their cocks are that good, I’ll pound their asses, and Neela will suck them dry. We’ll wreck this bedroom.” His cock stands fully erect, dripping with precum.

Mitu begins to dress, her slim body wrapped in the saree, her fair skin and tight ass peeking through. She braids her hair, wiping her sweaty forehead. “Alright, Rahul, Neela. I’ll bring Rita and Mili. Get ready—their cocks and asses will drive you wild.” She applies lipstick, smirking in the mirror.

Rahul pulls out a leather wallet, handing Mitu a thick stack of cash. “This is for you, Mitu. You made our night insane.” Mitu pockets the cash, grinning, “Thanks, Rahul. Next time will be even wilder.” Neela laughs, “Mitu, you’re our queen. Come back soon.”

Mitu adjusts her saree, slips on her heels, and leaves. Rahul and Neela lie on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and juices. Mitu steps into the dark alley, cash in her pocket, a sensual smile on her lips. As she walks, she thinks of the next game with Rita and Mili, dirtier than ever. The night air carries her scent, the darkness swallowing her.



Mili’s Filthy Encounter

The evening alley is cloaked in shadows, heavy with the scent of lust. After Rita leaves, Mili stands alone in a corner, her tight green salwar kameez hugging her thick curves. Her five-inch cock, thick and swollen, strains against the fabric, her round ass swaying.

Another customer approaches. Arif, a 45-year-old teacher, enters the alley, his gray hair and lean frame betraying a mix of guilt and desire in his eyes. He seeks Mitu but secretly craves Mili and Rita, his target tonight Mili’s thick cock and soft ass. He offers a shy smile, “Mili, I’ve heard so much about you. I want to be with you tonight.” Mili’s thick lips curl into a sensual grin, “Arif, you’ll taste my thick cock, but be ready—I’ll drive you mad!”

They enter a small, dingy hotel nearby. In the dimly lit room, the faded sheets cast shadows, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cum, juices, and raw sex. Mili strips off her kameez, her five-inch cock standing rigid, dripping with precum, her soft, thick ass trembling, her breasts swaying, nipples hard and swollen. Arif sheds his shirt and pants, his six-inch cock erect, balls hanging low, his eyes a mix of guilt and feral lust. Their moans and filthy words echo off the walls.

Mili sits on the bed, her thick cock pointing at Arif. He kneels, his lean hands stroking her swollen veins, his eyes burning with desire. “Mili, I know this is wrong, but your thick cock and soft ass drive me insane. I want to suck your cock, fuck your ass, and lose myself!” he whispers, voice trembling.

Mili smirks, running her fingers through his hair. “Arif, I’ll fuck your guilt away with my thick cock! Suck it, drink my juice, and shove your cock in my soft ass. I’ll make you mad!”

Arif’s tongue grazes Mili’s thick cockhead, sucking her precum. “Mili, your cock’s so thick, it won’t fit in my mouth, but I can’t resist your taste!” he murmurs. Mili laughs, “Arif, lick it, suck it! My cock’s swollen for your mouth!” Arif’s tongue swirls over the head, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He takes her massive balls in his mouth, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent dizzying him. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my balls! My cum’s for your mouth!”

Mili lays Arif on the bed, taking his six-inch cock in her mouth. Her thick lips seal around the head, her tongue grinding the veins, sucking his precum. She sucks his small balls, her tongue circling their soft skin. Arif moans, “Mili, suck my cock! I’m going mad!”

Arif, licking Mili’s cockhead, whispers, “Oh, Mili, your thick cock is so hard, so massive! The veins are swollen, the head slick with juice! I want it in my mouth, but it’s so thick it’ll split me! Your salty juice is setting my tongue on fire! I’ll suck your cock, drink your cum, and you’ll fuck my ass with your thick cock! I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, spill your thick cum in me!’ I want to fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass apart!’ Last month, I fucked a girl’s ass, but your thick cock and soft ass make my cock burst!”

Mili, trembling under Arif’s tongue, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re my thick cock’s slave! Suck it, drink my juice! My cock in your mouth will make you scream, ‘Mili, your cock’s splitting my mouth!’ I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart, fill me with your hot cum!’ You want to fuck my soft ass? I’ll take your cock and scream, ‘Arif, tear my soft ass, let your cum drip!’ Last week, a customer fled in fear of my thick cock. Arif, suck it, drink my cum, and I’ll fuck your ass till you’re mad!”

Arif’s tongue swirls over Mili’s thick cockhead, pressing the veins, drinking her juices. He sucks her massive balls, his tongue circling their sweaty skin, her cum’s scent overwhelming. “Mili, your balls are so big, so salty! I’ll suck them till your cum spills! Your thick cock won’t fit my mouth, but I’m mad for your juice! Fuck my ass with your thick cock, I’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass apart!’ I’ll fuck your soft ass, and you’ll scream, ‘Arif, tear my ass!’ Your thick ass’s scent will drive me wild, I’ll lick it clean!”

Mili, grinding her cock in Arif’s mouth, moans, “Oh, Arif, you’re splitting my cock with your sucking! Suck it, drink my cum! I’ll fuck your tight ass with my thick cock, and you’ll scream, ‘Mili, rip my ass, spill your thick cum!’ You want to lick my soft ass? I’ll take your tongue and scream, ‘Arif, eat my ass, suck my hole!’ Fuck my ass, and I’ll scream, ‘Arif, rip my ass apart!’ Last month, a customer licked my ass, but you’ll fuck it till I’m mad!”

Mili lays Arif on the bed, parting his lean ass. Her tongue plunges into his tight hole, sucking the musky sweat and filth. Arif screams, “Mili, eat my ass! You’re finishing me!” Mili forces Arif to his knees, his lean ass raised. She rubs her five-inch cock against his hole, the thick head pressing against his tight rim. She slides in slowly, Arif’s ass stretching to take her. He screams, “Mili, your cock’s too thick, it’s splitting my ass!” Mili thrusts gently, her cock half-buried, but after two thrusts, Arif crumples in pain, crying, “Mili, pull out, it’s too thick!” Mili laughs, pulling out, his hole gaping and trembling. “Arif, you’ll take my cock. Try again!”

Mili licks his hole, wetting it, and slides in again. Arif moans, “Mili, shove it in, I want your cock!” She thrusts hard, her balls slapping his ass, but after three thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole red and swollen. She slaps his ass, laughing, “Arif, your ass was made for my cock. One more try!”

Mili lays Arif on his back, lifting his legs. She slides her thick cock in slowly, going deeper. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it now, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. Arif grabs Mili’s thick breasts, sucking her swollen nipples. After five thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, your cock’s ripping my ass!” Mili pulls out, his hole gaping. She laughs, “Arif, you’re mad for my cock, but your ass is fighting me!”

With Arif’s ass sore, Mili shifts to oral pleasure. Arif tries to take her thick cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling over the head, grinding the veins. He sucks her massive balls, drinking their musky scent. “Mili, I can’t take your cock in my ass, but I’ll suck your juice!” he murmurs. Mili moans, “Arif, suck my cock, drink my cum!” Arif parts Mili’s thick ass, his tongue plunging into her tight hole, sucking the musky filth. Mili screams, “Arif, eat my ass!”

Mili sucks Arif’s six-inch cock, her tongue swirling over the head, drinking his precum. She licks his tight ass, her tongue circling his hole. Arif moans, “Mili, lick my ass! Your tongue soothes my pain!” Mili slides a finger into his hole, his ass gripping it. Arif trembles, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock again!”

Mili lays Arif on his side, lifting one leg. She slides her thick cock in, wetting his hole first. Arif moans, “Mili, I can take it, fuck me!” She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep, their sweat mixing. She strokes Arif’s cock, his juices coating her hand. Arif sucks her nipples, biting them gently. After a few thrusts, Arif screams, “Mili, pull out, I can’t!” Mili pulls out, his hole trembling. She laughs, “Arif, your ass loves my cock but fights it!”

Mili licks Arif’s hole, soothing it, sucking the musky filth. Arif licks her thick ass, his tongue plunging deep, drinking her scent. They stroke each other’s cocks, their juices mixing. Mili slides two fingers into Arif’s ass, stretching him. Arif moans, “Mili, ready my ass, I want your cock!”

Mili positions Arif on his knees again, sliding her thick cock in. Arif, despite the pain, craves it. She thrusts hard, her cock plunging deep. Arif screams, “Mili, rip my ass apart! I want your cock!” Mili moans, her thick, hot cum flooding Arif’s ass, spilling onto the sheets. Arif strokes his cock, his cum spraying over Mili’s breasts. Mili licks his ass, drinking her own cum. Arif sucks her cock, licking her cum. They collapse, their bodies slick with sweat, cum, and juices.

Arif gasps, “Mili, your thick cock ripped my ass, but I’ll keep trying!” Mili laughs, “Arif, your tight ass is my cock’s paradise. Come back, I’ll teach you to take it!” Their moans and laughter fill the room, the air thick with their filthy lust.

[Abirkkz]

Mitu: Becoming the Queen of Dark Alley

Mitu, a 22-year-old woman born into a modest Bengali family, Mitu grew up bathed in the warmth of her parents’ love. Born to Fakhrul, a rugged cloth merchant with a small shop tucked in a dusty corner, and his devoted wife, Mitu was their only child, a radiant jewel in their modest world. Her fair skin glowed like polished ivory, her large doe-like eyes sparkled with innocence, and her soft, shy smile could melt even the hardest hearts. Her silky black hair, cascading in glossy waves, was her mother’s pride, often braided with care as bedtime stories lulled Mitu to sleep. Fakhrul, with his weathered hands and broad shoulders, doted on her, bringing home chocolates, colorful frocks, and tiny toys that made her giggle with delight. Their home, a small haven of love, smelled of incense, woven cotton, and the faint musk of Fakhrul’s shop, a sanctuary where Mitu’s laughter echoed.


But tragedy shattered this idyllic world when Mitu was just ten. Her mother, the gentle soul who balanced the shop’s accounts and Mitu’s dreams, was killed in a road accident, her body broken on the unforgiving asphalt. The loss crushed Fakhrul, his once-vibrant spirit dimmed by grief. The shop faltered, his focus consumed by sorrow, but Mitu became his anchor. He never remarried, pouring every ounce of his love into his daughter, catering to her every whim—her studies, her games, her smallest desires. Yet, the void left by her mother carved a deep wound in Mitu’s heart. At night, she lay in her small bed, her pillow damp with tears, haunted by memories of her mother’s soothing voice and tender touch. Fakhrul would hold her close, his strong arms a shield against her pain, whispering, “My Mitu, my princess, I’m here for you.”

Fakhrul, though devoted to Mitu, was a man with primal urges, a raw hunger that demanded release. In the dead of night, when the city slept and Mitu lay in her room, he brought prostitutes home, their cheap perfume and husky laughter filling the house. The walls, thin and worn, carried their moans, the creak of the bed, and the wet slap of flesh, piercing the silence and stirring Mitu from her sleep. At first, she was confused, her young mind grappling with the strange sounds, but curiosity, like a forbidden spark, drew her to the crack in Fakhrul’s bedroom door.

One humid night, when Mitu was barely twelve, the air thick with the scent of monsoon rain and sweat, she crept to the door, her heart pounding. Through the flickering glow of a dim tube light, she saw her father, his muscular body glistening with sweat, looming over Rina, a plump, dusky prostitute with a torn red saree bunched around her thick waist. Rina’s fair breasts, slick with sweat, heaved as Fakhrul’s rough hands squeezed them, her dark nipples hard and swollen under his pinching fingers. His six-inch cock, veined and throbbing, plunged into her tight, dripping pussy with a relentless rhythm, the wet sounds echoing in the room. Rina moaned, her voice raw and desperate, “Oh, Fakhrul… your cock’s tearing my pussy apart! Fuck me harder!” Fakhrul growled, his teeth grazing her nipples, “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, Rina… it’s swallowing my cock whole!”

Mitu’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she watched Fakhrul lift Rina’s plump ass, his fingers digging into her sweaty flesh. He rubbed his cock against her tight, puckered hole, slick with their mingled juices, and thrust deep, stretching her ass with savage force. Rina screamed, “Oh, Fakhrul… rip my ass apart! Fill me with your cum!” Her body shook, her heavy breasts bouncing as Fakhrul pounded her, his balls slapping her ass, the filthy rhythm filling the room with a primal symphony. “Rina, my cum’s coming!” he roared, his hot, thick semen flooding her ass, dripping onto the sticky sheets in white, glistening streams. Rina laughed, her voice hoarse, “Your cum’s burning my ass, Fakhrul… I’m fucking insane for you!”

Mitu fled to her room, her small body trembling, her heart racing with a mix of fear and an unfamiliar heat. Her nightie clung to her skin, damp with sweat, her tiny nipples hardening against the fabric. The images burned into her mind—her father’s glistening cock, Rina’s writhing body, the raw, animalistic lust—igniting a forbidden fire in her young soul. She pressed her thighs together, a strange, tingling warmth spreading between them, her untouched pussy throbbing with a need she couldn’t name. That night, as she lay in the dark, her fingers brushed her panties, grazing the soft, sensitive flesh, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her, planting the seeds of a dark, insatiable hunger.

The nights of Fakhrul’s encounters became a secret ritual for Mitu, her curiosity morphing into an obsession. She’d wait in the shadows, her heart pounding, as different women—Rina, Malti, Kali—filled the house with their moans. Malti, a slender, fair-skinned beauty, had a sweet, musky pussy that drove Fakhrul wild. He’d bury his face between her thighs, sucking her clit, drinking her juices as she screamed, “Fakhrul, eat my pussy! It’s yours!” Kali, with her dusky skin and heavy, swaying breasts, made him lose control, her dark nipples hardening under his teeth as he fucked her tight ass, her moans echoing, “Fakhrul, your cock’s splitting me! Cum in my ass!” Mitu watched, her body burning, her pussy dripping as she memorized every thrust, every moan, every bead of sweat that glistened on their bodies.


By the time Mitu reached class nine, her transformation into a breathtaking beauty was undeniable. Her fair skin glowed like moonlight, soft and unblemished, a canvas of delicate allure that drew every eye in her small college in the heart of the bustling Bengali city. Her silky black hair, cascading down her back in glossy waves, shimmered under the sun, framing her heart-shaped face with an almost ethereal grace. Her slender waist, accentuated by the fitted navy-blue college dress, curved enticingly into rounded hips that swayed with an unconscious, hypnotic rhythm as she walked. Her large, doe-like eyes, fringed with long lashes, held a quiet intensity, and her shy smile carried a subtle, seductive allure that seemed to promise secrets she hadn’t yet learned to name. At sixteen, Mitu was a vision of innocence laced with an unspoken sensuality, the kind that made hearts race and whispers follow her through the crowded college corridors.


Among the many who noticed her was Rakesh, a classmate whose boyish charm and sly confidence set him apart. Tall and lean, with sharp features and a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, Rakesh had a reputation for weaving sweet words that could unravel even the most guarded hearts. He’d watched Mitu for weeks, captivated by the way her lips curved when she smiled, the way her dress clung to her soft breasts, hinting at their firmness beneath the fabric. He’d linger near her in the classroom, dropping compliments that made her cheeks flush—calling her eyes “stars stolen from the night sky” or her laughter “a melody he couldn’t forget.” Mitu, naive and sheltered, felt a flutter in her chest at his attention. His words wove their way into her heart, stirring feelings she didn’t fully understand, a mix of curiosity and a budding warmth that made her pulse quicken.

One humid afternoon, the college was unusually quiet, the usual bustle of students faded as classes ended early. Mitu lingered in an empty classroom, organizing her books, her mind drifting to Rakesh’s latest compliment about her hair. The air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and the faint musk of sweat from the day’s heat. She didn’t notice Rakesh slip into the room, his footsteps soft, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made her heart skip when she finally looked up. “Mitu,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “you look so beautiful today.” Her shy smile bloomed, but there was a nervous edge to it, her fingers tightening around her books.

Rakesh stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the small, stuffy room. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, his hands strong and insistent. His lips crashed against hers, hot and demanding, stealing her breath. Mitu froze, her body caught between fear and a strange, unfamiliar thrill. His kiss was rough, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting of mint and something darker, more primal. Her mind screamed to push him away, but her body betrayed her, a tingling heat spreading through her core. His hands roamed her body, sliding over the soft curves of her breasts through her dress, squeezing them with a possessive hunger. Her nipples hardened under his touch, straining against the thin fabric, sending jolts of sensation through her.

Mitu’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as Rakesh’s hands grew bolder. He lifted her skirt, the cool air kissing her thighs, exposing her white cotton panties, already damp with a mix of fear and arousal she couldn’t comprehend. His fingers brushed her tight, untouched pussy through the fabric, rubbing with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her gasp. “Rakesh, no…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but he ignored her, his eyes dark with lust. He pressed himself closer, his hard cock straining against his trousers, the bulge rubbing against her thigh. He fumbled with his zipper, freeing his cock—five inches, veined, and throbbing, the head glistening with precum.

He pushed her against the desk, her books scattering to the floor with a soft thud. Mitu’s legs trembled as he yanked her panties down, the fabric catching on her thighs, exposing her hairy, virgin pussy, slick with her juices despite her fear. Rakesh rubbed his cock against her slit, the hot, slick contact making her shiver. “You’re so tight, Mitu,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. He tried to push inside, but her pussy was impossibly tight, resisting his intrusion. The tip of his cock breached her, stretching her painfully, and Mitu screamed, a sharp, piercing cry that echoed in the empty room. Blood trickled down her thigh, a stark red against her fair skin, the pain searing through her like a blade. Rakesh froze, his lust replaced by panic. “Oh, shit,” he muttered, stumbling back, his cock still hard but his face pale. Without another word, he fled, leaving Mitu alone, trembling, her skirt bunched around her waist, her panties tangled at her knees.

Mitu pulled her panties up, her hands shaking, her body a storm of pain, shame, and confusion. Tears streamed down her face as she gathered her books, her mind reeling. The throbbing between her legs was both painful and strangely intoxicating, the memory of Rakesh’s touch lingering like a forbidden whisper. She stumbled home through the crowded streets, the noise of the city a blur, her heart heavy with the weight of what had happened. The familiar scent of her home—incense, old wood, and the faint musk of her father’s shop—greeted her as she stepped inside, but it offered little comfort.

Fakhrul was in the living room, his muscular frame hunched over a ledger, his face etched with the weariness of a man who carried the world for his daughter. When he saw Mitu’s tear-streaked face, her eyes red and swollen, he leapt to his feet, his heart clenching with dread. “Mitu, my princess, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough with concern. She collapsed into his arms, her slender body trembling against his broad chest, her sobs shaking her frame. “Baba,” she choked out, her voice muffled against his shirt, “something terrible happened.”

Fakhrul guided her to the worn sofa, his strong arms enveloping her, his calloused hands stroking her silky hair. “Tell me, Mitu,” he urged, his voice soft but edged with a growing fury. Through broken sobs, Mitu confessed everything—Rakesh’s sweet words that had drawn her in, the stolen kiss in the empty classroom, his hands groping her breasts, his fingers invading her panties, and the brutal moment when he’d tried to force his cock inside her. She described the sharp pain, the blood, the fear that had consumed her as Rakesh fled. “It hurt so much, Baba,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I was so scared.”

Fakhrul’s face darkened, his jaw tightening, his eyes burning with a rage that threatened to consume him. He held her tightly, his arms a fortress around her trembling body, whispering, “Mitu, you’re my princess. No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.” His voice was a soothing balm, but beneath his protective words, a darker, more primal emotion stirred—a vengeful lust, raw and insatiable, that demanded retribution. His mind churned with images of Rakesh, the boy who had dared to violate his daughter, and a cruel, carnal desire took root. He wouldn’t just punish Rakesh with fists or threats; he would break him, dominate him, make him feel the same helplessness Mitu had endured. The thought sent a twisted thrill through Fakhrul’s body, his cock twitching faintly beneath his lungi, a dark hunger blending with his paternal fury.

Fakhrul kissed Mitu’s forehead, his lips lingering on her soft skin, the scent of her jasmine perfume mingling with the salt of her tears. “Rest now, my sweet girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll take care of everything.” As Mitu nodded, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, she clung to him, her fingers digging into his arms, seeking the safety only he could provide. But as she retreated to her room, her body still trembling, Fakhrul’s mind was already plotting—a plan not just to protect his daughter, but to unleash a retribution that would satisfy the dark, forbidden desires burning within him.



A Father’s Vengeance

Fakhrul devised a plan, his mind a twisted blend of paternal fury and carnal hunger. He sent word to Rakesh, luring him to their home under the pretense that Mitu wanted to see him again. Rakesh, naive and driven by his own lust, arrived with a smirk, expecting a second chance to claim her. The house was quiet, the air heavy with the scent of incense and anticipation. Mitu, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity, hid in her room as Fakhrul had instructed, but her insatiable curiosity drew her to the crack in the door, just as it had so many nights before.

Fakhrul greeted Rakesh in the living room, his voice low and menacing, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “You hurt my little girl, Rakesh,” he said, his words dripping with venom. “You thought you could touch my Mitu and walk away? You’ll pay for it tonight.” Rakesh’s smirk faltered, his face paling as he sensed the danger. He stammered, “Sir, I—I didn’t mean to hurt her. Please, let me explain!” But Fakhrul’s smile was cruel, his muscular frame towering over the trembling boy. “Explanations won’t save you,” he growled, stepping closer, his presence suffocating.

Without warning, Fakhrul grabbed Rakesh by the collar, dragging him to the center of the room. The dim light of a single bulb cast harsh shadows, illuminating Fakhrul’s sweat-slicked skin and the hard lines of his face. Rakesh’s eyes widened in terror as Fakhrul yanked down his pants, exposing his soft, five-inch cock, shriveled in fear. Fakhrul sneered, gripping the limp flesh in his calloused hand. “This is what you used to hurt my Mitu?” he hissed, his voice thick with disgust and dark desire. “This pathetic thing? Now I’ll show you what real pain feels like.”

Rakesh begged, his voice cracking, “No, please, sir! I’m sorry!” But Fakhrul’s eyes burned with a sadistic hunger. He shoved Rakesh to his knees, forcing his ass into the air. Rakesh’s body trembled, his sweaty skin glistening under the faint light, his tight hole quivering with fear. Fakhrul unfastened his lungi, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his six-inch cock—hard, veined, the pink head glistening with precum, throbbing with a mix of rage and lust. He spat into his hand, slicking his cock with a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes locked on Rakesh’s vulnerable form.
Mitu, hidden behind the door, watched with bated breath. Her body trembled, not just with fear but with a twisted arousal that she couldn’t name. The sight of her father’s dominance, his raw power, sent a jolt of heat through her core. Her pussy, still tender from Rakesh’s assault, began to throb, a slick warmth spreading between her thighs. She pressed her legs together, her breath hitching as she watched Fakhrul rub his cock against Rakesh’s trembling hole, their sweat and precum mixing into a filthy, slippery lube.

With a guttural growl, Fakhrul thrust forward, burying his cock deep in Rakesh’s tight ass in one brutal motion. Rakesh screamed, his voice raw and desperate, “Oh, God, my ass is splitting! Please, stop!” But Fakhrul was merciless, his hips slamming forward, his cock plunging deeper into Rakesh’s quivering hole. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, Fakhrul’s balls smacking against Rakesh’s sweaty ass with each savage thrust. “You hurt my Mitu,” Fakhrul roared, gripping Rakesh’s hair, yanking his head back. “Now I’ll tear your fucking ass apart!”
Rakesh sobbed, his body shaking, his pleas drowned out by the relentless pounding. “Please, sir, I’ll never touch her again!” he cried, but Fakhrul’s thrusts only grew harder, his cock stretching Rakesh’s tight hole, the friction burning with raw intensity. Mitu’s eyes were wide, her breath shallow, her pussy dripping as she watched her father’s muscular body dominate the boy who had hurt her. Her fingers twitched, aching to touch herself, but she held back, transfixed by the filthy spectacle. The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat, precum, and raw lust, the room a cauldron of forbidden desire.

Fakhrul’s hand slapped Rakesh’s ass, leaving red welts on his trembling skin. “You thought you could fuck my daughter with this pathetic cock?” he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. He reached around, grabbing Rakesh’s soft cock, squeezing it until Rakesh whimpered in pain. “You’re nothing. I’ll fuck you until you break.” Rakesh’s sobs turned to broken moans, his body betraying him as his cock twitched under Fakhrul’s rough grip, a humiliating spark of arousal mingling with his agony.
Mitu’s body burned, her pussy slick with juices, her nipples hardening against her thin nightie. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from her father’s thick cock, glistening with precum and sweat, plunging into Rakesh’s ass with unrelenting force. The sight of Fakhrul’s dominance, his raw, animalistic power, sent waves of heat through her, her clit throbbing with need. She bit her lip, stifling a moan, her fingers slipping beneath her nightie to graze her soaking pussy, the touch sending shivers through her.

Fakhrul’s thrusts grew faster, his breath ragged, his muscles taut as he neared his peak. “Rakesh, you piece of shit,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and rage. “Feel my cum, you bastard!” With a primal roar, he buried his cock deep, his hot, thick semen flooding Rakesh’s ass, spilling out and dripping onto the floor in sticky, white rivulets. Rakesh collapsed, sobbing, his body trembling, his ass raw and leaking Fakhrul’s cum. Fakhrul pulled out, his cock still hard, glistening with cum and sweat, and slapped Rakesh’s face with it. “That’s your punishment,” he spat. “Get out, and if you ever come near my Mitu again, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Rakesh scrambled to his feet, pulling up his pants, his face streaked with tears. He stumbled out of the house, broken and humiliated, the echo of Fakhrul’s words ringing in his ears. Fakhrul stood tall, his chest heaving, his cock still throbbing, the room heavy with the scent of his dominance. He turned toward the door, sensing Mitu’s presence, and called softly, “Mitu, come here, my princess.”


Mitu returned to her room, her mind a storm of fear, shame, and dark desire. Fakhrul called her to him, saying, “Mitu, you’re safe now.” She clung to him, whispering, “Baba, you’re my everything.” But the images of Rakesh’s punishment, Fakhrul’s cock, and the prostitutes’ moans fused into a forbidden craving in her soul.


One sweltering winter night, the air heavy with the scent of jasmine and sweat, Mitu lay in her bed, the thin cotton nightie clinging to her curves. The house was quiet, but the familiar creak of Fakhrul’s bed stirred her. She crept to the door, her bare feet silent on the cool floor, and peered through the crack. Fakhrul was entwined with two women—Rina, her plump body glistening, her torn saree a scarlet pool around her waist, and Kali, her slender frame trembling, her long hair matted with sweat. Rina’s fair breasts jiggled as Fakhrul sucked her swollen nipples, his six-inch cock plunging into her dripping pussy. “Oh, Fakhrul… your cock’s ripping me apart!” Rina moaned, her voice thick with lust. Kali, sprawled beside them, fingered her hairy pussy, her dark nipples hard as she whispered, “Fakhrul, my pussy’s burning for you!”


Fakhrul pulled out of Rina, his cock glistening with her juices, and offered it to Kali’s eager mouth. She sucked it greedily, her tongue swirling over the head, tasting Rina’s essence. Mitu’s body trembled, her pussy soaking her panties as she watched Fakhrul bury his tongue in Kali’s pussy, sucking her clit, drinking her musky juices. Kali screamed, “Eat my pussy, Fakhrul! Drink me dry!” Rina licked his balls, her tongue gliding over his sweaty skin, her fingers teasing his tight ass. Fakhrul roared, “Rina, Kali, my cum’s coming!” He sprayed his hot semen over Rina’s face, the thick streams dripping down her chin, and onto Kali’s heaving breasts. Rina laughed, smearing the cum over her lips, “Your cum’s fucking divine, Fakhrul!” Kali moaned, rubbing it into her skin, “You’re our fucking king!”

Mitu fled to her room, her body on fire, her pussy throbbing with a desperate need. She tore off her nightie, her fair skin glowing in the moonlight, her nipples hard and aching. Her fingers slipped between her thighs, rubbing her slick clit, her juices soaking her hand as she moaned softly, “Baba… oh, Baba…” Her first orgasm crashed through her, her body shaking, her pussy gushing, but the relief was fleeting, the hunger only growing stronger.

 

Confused and consumed by her desires, Mitu sought solace in Fakhrul. One evening, as the city hummed outside, she curled into his lap, her head resting on his broad chest, the musky scent of his skin intoxicating. “Baba,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “my body feels so hot when I’m with you. What’s happening to me?” Fakhrul, always open with his princess, stroked her hair, his voice low and warm. “Mitu, that’s your body’s desire, a natural fire. Men and women have it—a hunger for touch, for a cock in a pussy, for release.” He paused, his eyes darkening. “I satisfy mine with prostitutes, but you, my sweet girl, are my everything.”

Mitu’s eyes gleamed with a mix of innocence and lust. “Baba, don’t bring them home. Let me love you… let me be everything for you.” Her words broke Fakhrul’s restraint, a dam bursting within him. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, then her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Mitu moaned, her body igniting, her pussy dripping as his hands slid over her dress, cupping her firm breasts, her nipples hardening under his thumbs. “Oh, Baba…” she gasped, her voice thick with need.

Fakhrul lifted her dress, exposing her fair, trembling body, her panties soaked with her juices. He kissed her stomach, his tongue tracing the salty sweat, then pulled her panties down, revealing her hairy, dripping pussy. His tongue plunged into her, sucking her clit, drinking her sweet, musky essence. Mitu screamed, “Baba, my pussy’s splitting! Suck me more!” Her body shook, her juices flooding his mouth as her first orgasm with him rocked her, her moans echoing in the room.

Mitu sat up, her eyes gleaming with lust. She pulled off Fakhrul’s lungi, revealing his hard, veined cock, its pink head glistening with precum. She touched it, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting his salty essence. Fakhrul groaned, “Mitu, suck my cock… drink my cum!” She took him in her mouth, her tongue gliding over the veins, sucking greedily. She licked his balls, savoring their musky scent. Fakhrul gripped her hair, thrusting gently, his cock hitting her throat. Mitu gagged but kept sucking, her lips slick with saliva and precum. Fakhrul roared, “Mitu, my cum’s coming!” His hot semen flooded her mouth, spilling over her lips. She swallowed eagerly, her lips glistening.

They collapsed, their sweaty bodies entwined. Mitu buried her face in his chest, whispering, “Baba, you’re my everything.” Fakhrul stroked her hair, murmuring, “Mitu, you’re my life’s joy.”


Their forbidden intimacy deepened. For months, Fakhrul devoured Mitu’s tight pussy, bit her nipples, and tongued her ass, driving her to ecstasy. Mitu sucked his cock, licked his balls, and kissed his body, their moans filling the house, their sweat and juices soaking the sheets. Mitu whispered, “Baba, your cock is my mouth’s paradise! My pussy was made for your tongue!” Fakhrul growled, “Mitu, your pussy’s juice is my addiction! I’ll fuck your body until I’m mad!”

One sweltering summer night, with the windows open and the distant sound of barking dogs, the room was thick with heat and lust. Mitu lay in a thin white college dress, soaked with sweat, clinging to her curves. Her hard nipples and slender waist were visible, her body radiating desire. Fakhrul entered, his muscular frame glistening, his eyes burning with hunger. He sat beside her, his hand tracing her sweaty thigh, his fingers sparking electricity in her skin. “Mitu, you’re my everything. I can’t live without you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with lust.

Mitu sat up, her dress unbuttoned, her fair breasts glistening. She whispered, “Baba, when you’re near, my body burns.” Fakhrul’s fingers grazed her nipples, sending shivers through her. She moaned, “Oh, Baba… your hands are setting me on fire!” He unbuttoned her dress, her fair body exposed, her breasts firm, her nipples swollen. His lips trailed her neck, sucking her sweaty skin, then moved to her breasts, biting her nipples gently. Mitu trembled, “Baba, suck my tits… my body’s mad for you!” His tongue circled her navel, tasting her salty sweat, as she begged, “Lick my stomach… I’m burning!”

Fakhrul spread her legs, her hairy pussy dripping with sweat and juices. His tongue plunged into her, sucking her clit, drinking her essence. Mitu screamed, “Oh, Baba… my pussy’s bursting! Suck it more!” Her body shook, her juices soaking the sheets. Fakhrul tongued her tight ass, the musky scent driving him wild. Mitu cried, “Baba, eat my ass… you’re killing me!”

Mitu tore off his lungi, his cock hard and glistening. She licked the tip, savoring his precum, then took him deep, her tongue swirling over the veins. Fakhrul groaned, “Mitu, you’re my cock’s queen!” She sucked his balls, her tongue gliding over their sweaty skin. He thrust into her mouth, her lips slick with saliva and precum. Fakhrul roared, “Mitu, my cum!” His semen flooded her mouth, dripping down her chin. She swallowed, moaning, “Baba, your cum’s so hot!”

Fakhrul laid her down, rubbing his cock against her pussy, their juices mixing. Mitu whispered, “Baba, fuck my pussy… I’m ready!” Despite her fear, recalling Rakesh’s pain, she trusted Fakhrul. He entered her slowly, her tight pussy gripping him. She moaned, “Oh, Baba… your cock’s heaven!” He thrust harder, his balls slapping her ass, her pussy devouring him. He pinched her nipples, leaving light marks on her skin. Mitu screamed, “Baba, tear my pussy apart!” He rubbed his cock against her ass, tonguing her hole to ease her. “Mitu, I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered, sliding into her tight ass. She cried, “Oh, Baba… my ass is splitting, but it feels so good!” He pounded her, his cum flooding her ass, dripping onto the sheets. Mitu moaned, “Baba, your cum in my ass… I’m insane!”

They collapsed, their sweaty bodies entwined. Mitu whispered, “Baba, you’re my everything.” Fakhrul stroked her hair, “Mitu, you’re my life’s joy.”


Mitu’s life, once a tapestry of innocence woven with her father Fakhrul’s love, had unraveled into a dark, pulsating web of forbidden desire. At twenty-two, her fair skin glowed like moonlight on a still river, her silky black hair cascaded in glossy waves, and her slender waist curved into hips that swayed with a hypnotic allure. Her large, doe-like eyes, once innocent, now burned with a smoldering hunger, her shy smile a seductive promise of secrets she’d learned in the shadows of her father’s bedroom. Fakhrul, a rugged cloth merchant with a muscular frame and weathered hands, had become more than her protector—he was her lover, her obsession, the source of a primal fire that consumed her body and soul.


Their nights were a symphony of sin, the small house filled with the musky scent of sweat, cum, and jasmine, the air thick with their moans. Fakhrul’s six-inch cock, veined and throbbing, was Mitu’s paradise, its heat and girth driving her to ecstasy. She’d worship it with her lips, her tongue swirling over the glistening head, savoring the salty precum as she sucked him deep, her throat stretching to take him. “Baba, your cock’s my fucking heaven,” she’d moan, her pussy dripping as she licked his sweaty balls, their musky scent intoxicating her. Fakhrul, lost in her, would devour her tight, hairy pussy, his tongue plunging into her slick depths, drinking her sweet, musky juices until she screamed, “Baba, eat my pussy! Make me cum!” Her orgasms would flood his mouth, her body trembling as he tongued her tight ass, the forbidden pleasure pushing her to the edge of madness.

But as Mitu’s body matured, her desires grew wilder, a ravenous beast that Fakhrul alone could no longer sate. Her pussy throbbed with a relentless need, her mind consumed by fantasies of other men—their hard cocks, their sweaty bodies, their rough hands claiming her. One sultry evening, as the city buzzed outside and the air hung heavy with the scent of monsoon rain, Mitu curled into Fakhrul’s lap, her head resting on his broad chest, his musky scent enveloping her. Her thin nightie clung to her curves, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric, her pussy already slick with anticipation. “Baba,” she whispered, her voice trembling with lust, “I love you more than anything, but my body’s gone fucking insane. My pussy’s screaming for new cocks, new thrusts, new tastes. I want to suck other men’s dicks, feel their cum in my mouth, their hands tearing me apart. My body’s burning, Baba, and I can’t stop it!”

Fakhrul’s heart clenched, torn between love and a possessive jealousy that made his cock twitch. Mitu was his princess, his everything, but her eyes—glittering with raw, unbridled lust—told him her hunger was beyond his control. He cupped her face, his calloused fingers tracing her soft cheeks, and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering on her warm skin. “Mitu, my sweet girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire, “do what your body craves. I’ll make it happen, but you’ll be careful, won’t you?” Mitu nodded, her lips parting in a seductive smile, her body pressing closer, her breasts brushing his chest, igniting a spark that made his cock harden beneath his lungi.


Fakhrul knew Mitu’s desires needed a guide, someone who could navigate the dark alleys of pleasure and teach her the art of seduction. He chose Shiuli, an experienced prostitute whose reputation in the city’s underbelly was legendary. Shiuli was a vision of raw sensuality—her dusky skin glistened with sweat, her heavy breasts swayed with every step, and her tight, rounded ass drove men to madness. Her kohl-lined eyes sparkled with a wicked promise, her full lips curved in a smile that could unravel the strongest wills. Fakhrul himself craved her, his cock aching for her tight pussy, but he saw her as the perfect mentor for Mitu—a woman who could teach his daughter to harness her desires and conquer the men who would fall at her feet.

One humid night, the air thick with the scent of incense and lust, Fakhrul orchestrated a scene that would mark Mitu’s descent into the abyss. In their small, dimly lit house, he tied Mitu to a wooden chair, the coarse ropes biting into her soft wrists and ankles, her fair body trembling with anticipation. Her thin white dress, soaked with sweat, clung to her curves, her firm breasts heaving, her hard nipples straining against the fabric, her hairy pussy dripping through her panties, leaving a wet stain on the chair. Her eyes, wide and burning, followed Fakhrul as he moved toward the bed, where Shiuli lay sprawled, a vision of filthy temptation.

Shiuli’s black blouse was unbuttoned, her heavy breasts spilling out, her dark nipples hard and glistening with sweat. Her torn saree was bunched around her waist, her thick thighs spread wide, her hairy pussy slick with juices, the musky scent filling the room. Fakhrul’s eyes darkened with lust as he approached her, his lungi falling to the floor, revealing his six-inch cock, veined and throbbing, the head glistening with precum. He knelt between Shiuli’s legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into her sweaty flesh. “Shiuli, your pussy’s fucking begging for me,” he growled, rubbing his cock against her slick slit, their juices mixing in a slippery, filthy dance.

Shiuli moaned, her voice low and desperate, “Fakhrul, my pussy’s crazy for your cock! Fuck me deep!” With a savage thrust, Fakhrul buried his cock in her tight pussy, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the room. Shiuli’s heavy breasts bounced, her nipples hard as he pounded her, his balls smacking her ass with each brutal thrust. “Oh, Fakhrul… you’re tearing my pussy apart!” she screamed, her fingers clawing the sheets, her body trembling with pleasure. Fakhrul gripped her hips, his thrusts relentless, his cock plunging deep, her pussy gripping him like a vice. “Your pussy’s fucking swallowing me, Shiuli!” he roared, his sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts.

Mitu, bound to the chair, watched the filthy spectacle, her body a furnace of desire. Her pussy throbbed, her juices soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs onto the chair. Her fair skin flushed pink, her nipples aching, her breath ragged as she writhed against the ropes. “Baba, you’re fucking Shiuli like that!” she cried, her voice thick with lust and desperation. “My pussy’s burning! Fuck me, Baba, or bring someone else to tear me apart!” Her words sent a jolt through Fakhrul, his cock twitching inside Shiuli, his arousal fueled by his daughter’s raw need.

Fakhrul pulled out of Shiuli, his cock glistening with her juices, and strode to Mitu, his eyes blazing. He knelt before her, his lips crashing against hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting her sweet breath. Mitu moaned, her tongue wrestling with his, her body straining against the ropes. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her firm breasts through her dress, pinching her hard nipples until she gasped, “Oh, Baba… suck my tits! Eat my pussy!” He tore her dress open, her fair breasts spilling out, glowing in the dim light, her nipples swollen and begging for his mouth. He sucked them hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive buds, sending shivers through her. Mitu’s moans filled the room, her pussy gushing, her body trembling with need.

But Fakhrul returned to Shiuli, his cock still hard, slick with her juices. He flipped her onto her stomach, her tight ass raised, her puckered hole glistening with sweat and precum. He spat on his fingers, rubbing her ass, then thrust his cock deep, stretching her with a brutal force. Shiuli screamed, “Fakhrul, rip my ass apart! Fuck me raw!” Her body shook, her heavy breasts pressed into the bed, her moans echoing as Fakhrul pounded her, his balls slapping her ass, the filthy rhythm driving Mitu wild. “Baba, you’re fucking her ass!” Mitu cried, her pussy dripping, her body writhing. “My pussy’s on fire! I need you!”

Fakhrul’s thrusts grew frantic, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing as he neared his peak. “Shiuli, my cum’s coming!” he roared, pulling out and spraying his hot, thick semen across her ass and back, the white streams glistening on her dusky skin. Shiuli moaned, rubbing the cum into her skin, “Fakhrul, your cum’s fucking divine!” Fakhrul turned to Mitu, his cock still hard, dripping with cum and sweat. He untied her ropes, her body trembling as she leapt into his arms, her lips crashing against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She tore off his lungi, gripping his cock, licking the cum-soaked head, tasting Shiuli’s juices and his essence. “Baba, your cum’s my fucking drug!” she moaned, sucking him deep, her lips slick with saliva and cum.

Shiuli, her body still trembling from Fakhrul’s assault, pulled Mitu to the bed, her kohl-lined eyes gleaming with wicked intent. “Mitu, you’re a fucking goddess,” she purred, her hands roaming Mitu’s fair body, squeezing her firm breasts, pinching her swollen nipples. Mitu moaned, “Shiuli, suck my tits… make me cum!” Shiuli’s lips closed around Mitu’s nipple, her tongue swirling, her teeth grazing, sending jolts of pleasure through Mitu’s body. Her hands slid down, cupping Mitu’s ass, her fingers teasing her tight, puckered hole, slick with sweat and juices.

Shiuli spread Mitu’s legs, her hairy pussy glistening, the musky scent intoxicating. She buried her face between Mitu’s thighs, her tongue plunging into her slick pussy, sucking her clit, drinking her sweet, salty juices. Mitu screamed, “Shiuli, eat my pussy! Fuck me with your tongue!” Shiuli’s fingers slipped into Mitu’s pussy, then her ass, fucking her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her tongue circling Mitu’s clit. Mitu’s body shook, her orgasm crashing through her, her juices flooding Shiuli’s mouth, dripping down her chin. “Oh, Shiuli… my pussy’s yours!” Mitu cried, her body trembling, her fair skin flushed with pleasure.

Mitu, consumed by lust, pulled Shiuli close, her lips crashing against hers, tasting her own juices on Shiuli’s tongue. Her hands roamed Shiuli’s body, squeezing her heavy breasts, pinching her hard nipples. She slid down, her tongue tracing Shiuli’s sweaty stomach, then plunging into her hairy pussy, slick with Fakhrul’s cum and her own juices. Mitu sucked greedily, her tongue swirling over Shiuli’s clit, drinking the musky essence. Shiuli moaned, “Mitu, eat my pussy! Make me cum!” Mitu’s fingers slipped into Shiuli’s ass, fucking her as she sucked, her tongue plunging deep. Shiuli’s body shook, her orgasm flooding Mitu’s mouth, her juices dripping down Mitu’s fair chin.

Fakhrul, still bound to the chair, roared, “Mitu, Shiuli, my cock’s fucking burning!” His cock was rock-hard, precum dripping onto the floor, his eyes wild with lust. Mitu untied him, her smile wicked, her body still trembling with desire. Fakhrul lunged at Shiuli, flipping her onto her back, her legs spread wide. He buried his cock in her pussy, thrusting hard, his balls slapping her ass. Shiuli moaned, “Fakhrul, fuck my pussy raw!” Mitu knelt beside them, her tongue flicking Shiuli’s clit, tasting Fakhrul’s cock as it plunged in and out. Mitu’s fingers teased Shiuli’s ass, then slipped into her own pussy, fucking herself as she watched.

The room was a cacophony of moans, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and pussy. Mitu’s orgasm hit first, her juices gushing onto her hand, her screams echoing, “Baba, Shiuli, I’m cumming!” Shiuli’s pussy clenched around Fakhrul’s cock, her orgasm flooding his cock, her moans raw and desperate. Fakhrul roared, “Shiuli, my cum!” His hot semen filled her pussy, dripping onto the bed, mixing with her juices. Mitu leaned in, licking the cum from Shiuli’s pussy, her tongue swirling over Fakhrul’s cock, savoring the filthy mix.

Panting and drenched in sweat, Fakhrul collapsed beside Shiuli and Mitu, their bodies a tangled heap of lust. He looked at Shiuli, his voice hoarse, “Shiuli, take Mitu to the alley tonight. Cool her burning pussy. Teach her to fuck like a queen.” Shiuli grinned, her lips still glistening with Mitu’s juices, her heavy breasts heaving. “Mitu, you’re coming with me,” she purred, pulling on her blouse, her nipples still hard, her body radiating heat. “I’ll show you how to suck cocks, take thrusts, and make men beg for your pussy.”

Mitu’s body trembled with anticipation, her pussy still throbbing, her fair skin flushed with desire. She followed Shiuli into the dark alley, the city’s underbelly alive with the hum of forbidden pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and raw lust, the narrow streets lit by flickering neon signs. Mitu’s fair body glowed under the dim lights, her firm breasts high, her hips swaying, her pussy tight and dripping with anticipation. Shiuli taught her the art of seduction—how to lock eyes with a man, her gaze smoldering with promise; how to let her hips sway, her dress clinging to her curves; how to part her lips just enough to make men imagine them wrapped around their cocks.

Mitu followed Shiuli into the dark alley, her fair body glowing, her breasts high, her pussy tight with anticipation. Shiuli taught her to seduce—how to ignite desire with a glance, a smile, a sway of her hips. Mitu learned fast, her seductive smile and soft curves making men lose control.


Mitu met Rahul, a muscular man with dark eyes and a seven-inch cock, veined and throbbing, the head glistening with precum. She smiled, her voice a sultry purr, “Rahul, your cock’s making my pussy wet.” She knelt before him, her fair hands gripping his shaft, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting his salty precum. She sucked him deep, her lips stretching, her tongue swirling over the veins, her hand teasing his sweaty balls. Rahul moaned, “Mitu, your mouth’s fucking heaven! Suck me dry!” She took him deeper, her throat gagging, her lips slick with saliva and precum. Rahul roared, “Mitu, drink my cum!” His hot, thick semen flooded her mouth, spilling over her lips, dripping down her chin. She swallowed greedily, moaning, “Rahul, your cum’s so fucking hot!”


Rahul pushed her onto the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping. He rubbed his cock against her slit, then thrust deep, stretching her tight pussy. Mitu screamed, “Rahul, you’re tearing my pussy apart!” He pounded her, his balls slapping her ass, his fingers pinching her swollen nipples. “Fuck my pussy raw!” Mitu moaned, her body trembling, her juices soaking the bed. Rahul flipped her over, his cock rubbing her tight ass, then plunging deep. “Oh, Rahul… rip my ass!” she cried, her body shaking as he fucked her, his cum flooding her ass, dripping onto the sheets. “Your cum in my ass… I’m fucking insane!” Mitu gasped, her body trembling with ecstasy.



Mitu thrived in the alley’s dark embrace, her body a temple of lust, her beauty a weapon that brought men to their knees. She’d vanish for days, her pussy and ass claimed by countless cocks, her mouth filled with their cum, her body trembling with orgasm after orgasm. But she always returned to Fakhrul, her true home, her lips wrapping around his cock, her pussy grinding against his tongue, finding peace in his familiar touch. “Baba, your cock’s my fucking sanctuary,” she’d whisper, her body pressed against his, their sweat mingling. Fakhrul would stroke her hair, his voice thick with love and lust, “Mitu, you’re my everything.”


Rita and Mili, the alley’s other prostitutes, knew nothing of Mitu’s past, seeing only a mysterious seductress who set the night ablaze with her beauty and hunger. Mitu kept her secrets locked away, her heart torn between the alley’s filthy pleasures and the forbidden love she shared with Fakhrul. She was a queen of the night, her body a canvas of desire, her life a festival of lust, forever bound to the man who had awakened her and the dark world that now claimed her.