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Shiva then deliberately says he has about fifteen minutes of work to finish before they can leave, and takes the child into the bedroom; as he leaves, Ramya gives him a smile that conveys both thanks and a playful "enjoy yourself."

Once Shiva is gone, the uncle’s mind races; thinking he might catch a signal now that he could capitalize on later during the movie, he looks at Ramya. However, Ramya remains focused on the newspaper, pressing her bosom against it. Deciding to take a chance, he presses his hand slightly against her breast, but she doesn't move. He presses a bit harder, and though she still doesn't shift, he can feel her breathing quicken and sense her body heating up. Taking this as a green light, he presses his hand firmly—almost crushing her breast—but while Ramya’s breathing accelerates, she doesn't budge an inch.

Realizing she is okay with it, he glances at her and smiles lustfully; Ramya shyly lowers her head. Thinking to himself, "You've scored," he tosses the newspaper aside, wraps his arms around her, grips her shoulders, and turns her to face him, gazing at her with intense, ravenous desire. Ramya moistens her lips and looks down shyly. Subbarao pulls Ramya towards him so she leans against his shoulders; she slumps against him as if she has no strength left. He then places his hands over her breasts—gripping them right over her sari and blouse—and presses gently to gauge their size. Ramya softly closes her eyes.



Seizing the moment, he presses her breasts a bit more firmly, causing her to moan softly. Hearing her sexy moaning right next to his ear, he begins to squeeze them hard; as she moans—"Uff... oh... oh..."—she whispers, "Squeeze gently, Uncle." Subbarao gently nibbled at Ramya's ear, whispering, "Darling, yours are so soft... I don't feel like letting go at all," while firmly squeezing and kneading her breasts. Ramya moaned softly—"Uff... oh... please... gently... oh... oh God... oh... oh... mmm... mmm... I can't take it"—as he relentlessly worked those milky mounds. She continued to moan—"Oh... oh... oh God... mmm... mmm... oh... oh... hiss... hiss... oh... ah"—letting him knead her with intense passion.

Subbarao then lifted her onto his lap; Ramya, seemingly drained of all strength, collapsed onto him. As she moved, her *pallu* slipped down completely, revealing a breathtaking view that further aroused Subbarao. Just as she tried to adjust her *pallu*, he stopped her, pulled her closer, and pressed her against his chest, kneading her breasts through her thin blouse with his rough hands. Realizing she wasn't wearing a bra—something he hadn't noticed earlier through her saree—Subbarao felt even more aroused. He asked Ramya if she hadn't worn one; she responded with a look of pure, intoxicated desire. 

Captivated by that gaze, he passionately began kneading her breasts. Ramya, meanwhile, was lost in a haze of intense pleasure; with her eyes half-closed, she moaned softly—"Oh... hmm... ah... please... oh... ah... yeah"—while hungrily craving his lips. Subbarao, thinking he might never get another chance like this, squeezed her breasts with fervent passion.



He gently tried to undo the hooks of Ramya’s blouse, but she stopped him, saying, "No, not now." Understanding her reason, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead and moved one hand to her midriff; as his rough hand touched her stomach, she let out a soft, involuntary moan. He began to caress her—kneading her stomach with one hand and her breast with the other—while nibbling her ear, kissing her cheeks, and occasionally grazing her neck with his mustache and tongue. Ramya, lost in a state of pure bliss, moaned softly—"Oh... mmm... ah... iss... abba... amma"—as she passionately enjoyed his touch. Just as Subbarao had been at it for five minutes and was gently sliding his hand toward the pleats of her saree, the baby started crying loudly.

They immediately composed themselves, sat up side by side, and neatly adjusted their clothes. Shiva, who had been watching all this unseen, was so aroused by their romantic encounter that he practically ejaculated in his pants.



Seeing his young wife getting so passionate with such an old man sent him into a trance-like state. When the baby started crying, he had no choice but to pick the child up and call out to Ramya, "Ramya, feed the baby; I'm done too—let's go to the movies."

Ramya immediately got up and walked over. Seeing the look on Shiva's face—and that knowing smile—she realized he had witnessed everything that had just transpired. A silent exchange of glances confirmed it: she silently asked, "Did you see it all?" and he silently replied, "Yes, I did." Realizing Shiva had seen everything, Ramya was suddenly overcome with shyness. She sat on the bed, picked up the baby to nurse him, and glanced at Shiva; he smiled back, a look that clearly conveyed, "Enjoy yourself." Ramya closed her eyes and replayed the moment in her mind, smiling softly to herself with flushed cheeks as she nursed the baby.

Seeing that look of blissful satisfaction on her face made Shiva very happy too. Afterward, he gave Ramya a kiss, and they both stepped out of the room to find Subbarao reading the newspaper; Ramya and Subbarao exchanged glances and felt a wave of shyness. Shiva then suggested they head to the movie. Ramya told rather loudly to her husband “Shiva, let me change the sari and come”, giving hint to uncle to look at her room while changing



Ramya has partially closed the door and started undressing her soiled dress. Subba from that corner of the sofa can clearly see Ramya. Shiva who has sitting opposite to Subba Rao cant see his wife and seeing the desire and happiness in uncle’s eyes gave him hard on once again



After a minute or so Ramya came out and she is looking stunning to the uncle. They all got up and went to the theater. Since it was an old film, the place wasn't crowded; the three of them went up and took their seats. Ramya sat in the middle, with Subbarao at one end and Shiva on Ramya's other side.

Subbarao was seated at the far end, so no one could see what was happening beside him; moreover, there was no one seated in the two rows immediately below them. Shiva whispered to Ramya, telling her to enjoy herself. Ramya smiled appreciatively, handed the baby to Shiva, and—resting her arm on the armrest—leaned slightly toward Subbarao, looking at him with a look of intense desire that seemed to signal the start of things. Matching that intensity, Subbarao gently placed his hand on Ramya's thigh, as if to say, "Just watch what happens now."

Just then, the movie started in the theater, and the lights were turned off. Subbarao was seated in the far corner, where it was quite dark; unless one looked very closely, it was difficult for Shiva to see exactly what he was doing. Having received a green signal from Ramya, Subbarao wanted to make a move, but he knew he had to be extremely cautious because Shiva was right next to them; a careless mistake could ruin everything. After all, he didn't want a mere one-off fling with Ramya; since they were neighbors and no one would suspect a thing, he intended to enjoy her charms for as long as he could. Knowing from years of experience that haste has no place in intimacy, Subbarao decided to take his time and gradually satisfy all his desires with Ramya.

He was gently pressing his hand against Ramya’s thighs, and she was slowly becoming aroused. She had developed a strong trust in Subbarao—and his virility—especially after he had fondled her breasts and brought her to climax earlier that morning. She felt confident that he could fully satisfy her, as he took his time savoring and experiencing every part of her body without rushing. She also recalled how, when she sat on his lap earlier, his hard cock had pressed against her buttocks and thrust upwards; it had felt so intense that, had there been the slightest opportunity, it seemed ready to drive right into her from behind, even through her saree. 



Realizing this, she decided she could happily enjoy herself with him for as long as she pleased, knowing her husband would also be cooperative. Ramya looked at Subbarao—who was still gently pressing her thigh—with a look of intense desire and adjusted her saree to conceal his hand. Encouraged by this gesture, Subbarao became bolder; he leaned closer to her and moved his hand further up. The sensation of his touch on her thighs drove her wild; she moaned softly, stifling the sounds in her throat as her eyes fluttered open and closed in a haze of pleasure. Subbarao moved forward and placed his hand on Ramya’s stomach; as his rough hand touched her skin, she let out a hot sigh and stifled a moan. Subbarao caressed and gently pressed her stomach, occasionally grazing and pinching the underside of her blouse against her breast.

Shiva’s eyes were not on the screen, he was looking at his wife from corner of his eyes and the way she was leaning against uncle’s shoulders made him feel happy.




few days back when this idea came to him, he thought of chosing his office friend as the bull but Ramya insisted on uncle, which seems to be a sensible decision as many in the theatre and outside would not get any doubt seeing uncle and Ramya

Meanwhile uncle’s actions made Ramya’s body feel heavy with desire, and she leaned her head back against the chair, yielding to him. Subbarao slowly moved his hand to her left breast, cupping it fully and gently squeezing the soft flesh with his rough hand. Ramya felt a sudden wetness between her legs as her body heated up; Subbarao, having started gently, began to knead her breast more firmly. Ramya leaned slightly towards Subbarao, allowing him to fondle her breast while they watched the movie; with her leaning in, her breast became easily accessible to him, and he began squeezing it firmly. He leaned fully towards her—so close that they were practically resting against each other's shoulders. He slid his hand over to her right breast, cupping it securely, then moved close to her ear; while gently nibbling on it, he squeezed her breast at the same time.



Ramya let out a soft "Hmm" and looked at Subbarao with intense desire. That look aroused him further, and he began alternating between squeezing her breasts, nibbling her ear, and kissing her neck. Ramya moaned softly near his ear—"Hmm... uff... ah... oh... please... oh God... ha..."—all while keeping Subbarao's hand tucked beneath her saree pallu. After enjoying this for about ten minutes, the intermission arrived, and they both straightened up and settled into their seats.


Shiva quietly got up, handed the baby to Ramya, gave her a look filled with desire, and walked to the washroom. Ramya understood from that look that he had seen everything, and she smiled shyly in response. Even after Shiva left, the lights remained on; Subbarao and Ramya gazed at each other with longing, gently caressing each other's hands. Subbarao softly whispered into Ramya's ear, asking, "How was it?" Blushing deeply, Ramya lowered her head, bit her lip, and—looking at Subbarao—gave a smile that betrayed her own desire.

 

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Ramya enjoying when uncle's hand roamed inside her inner thighs in movie theatre

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Why do women always move their sari pallu down to show the cleavage ?

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This thread is not just about Ramya and Shiva

There are more men with hot wives waiting to find Big Bulls...stat tuned

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soon..

lucky uncle ..

neighbor's wife in jasmine flowers, mehindi, cheap perfume !!!

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Just as they were teasing each other, Shiva arrived, causing them to quickly return to their normal behavior. The movie resumed, and as soon as the lights went out, Ramya rested her head on Subbarao’s shoulder; she looked at him with intense desire and bit her lip. Provoked by her actions, Subbarao passionately placed his hand on Ramya’s breast, kneading it firmly while planting kisses on her ear, neck, and cheeks. Heated up by this, Ramya moaned—"Hmm... mmm... ahhh... ohhh... abba... ufff"—urging him on: 


"Harder... harder... yeah... squeeze it hard, Uncle." Ramya, who had been whispering softly into Subbarao’s ear and kissing his cheek, suddenly spoke those words loudly; this drove Subbarao wild, and as she planted soft kisses on his cheeks, he squeezed her even more intensely.

Watching all this and becoming aroused himself, Shiva rubbed his own crotch, thinking that they would enjoy themselves even more if he weren't there, and wondered how he could move away. Suddenly, a loud noise in the movie caused the speaker next to them to blare, making the baby start crying. 

Seizing this opportunity, Shiva said, "The baby is crying because of the noise; I’ll go sit a bit further down in the middle," and left after giving Ramya a subtle wink. Ramya glanced at her husband with a look of gratitude and blushed; yet, even while Shiva was speaking, Subbarao’s hand remained on Ramya’s waist—hidden from view by her saree.

As soon as Shiva left, Subbarao wrapped his arms around Ramya and pulled her close. Ramya, looking at him with intense desire, lifted the armrest of the chair between them, leaned onto Subbarao’s chest, and gazed passionately into his eyes. While they locked eyes, Subbarao began kneading Ramya’s boobs. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Ramya pressed her soft, rose-petal-like lips against Subbarao’s rugged ones. What started as a gentle kiss soon intensified, escalating into a passionate exchange where their tongues played with each other. As Subbarao kneaded her body and sucked on her lips—alternating between them—Ramya felt a surge of wetness between her thighs.

She moaned softly, making sounds of pleasure. Subbarao tried to undo the hook of Ramya’s blouse but struggled; he looked at her with a pleading expression. Ramya smiled seductively and freed her boobs herself.




She guided Subbarao’s hand onto her exposed bosom, pressing his hand down firmly while moaning in ecstasy. Once her boobs were within his grasp, Subbarao became wild with passion; he kneaded and squeezed them, toyed with her nipples, and occasionally paused to suck on her lips, while Ramya surrendered to the intoxicating sensation. Moaning "more, more," Ramya bit her lips passionately.

Subbarao pulled her closer, gazed intensely into her eyes, and paused the kiss. Understanding the look in his eyes, Ramya let out a soft moan. Subbarao planted passionate kisses all over her face and neck, teasing her with his tongue and stoking the heat within her. Then, he slowly shifted his attention to her golden boobs; he placed one hand gently on one breast while planting a kiss on the other—a kiss so intense it made a distinct smacking sound—causing Ramya to get instantly aroused and wet.

He began gently biting and sucking her boobs, alternating between them—sucking, squeezing, and nibbling—which really heated Ramya up. She moaned—"Hmm... umm... oh... I want more... oh, Uncle, keep biting like that, crush them"—as she writhed against his chest. Finally, Subbarao spent another couple of minutes alternating between her boobs, sucking and kneading them; then, lifting his head, he looked intensely into her eyes and passionately devoured her lips. He slowly slid his hand from the folds of her saree onto her lower belly, gently pinching the skin while gazing at her with desire.



Ramya understood the signal and relaxed her stomach muscles. He moved his hand directly to her pussy; the area was so incredibly smooth—as if hair had never grown there—that it drove him wild, and he gently pressed his palm against her lips. As his rough hand touched her pussy, Ramya let out a soft gasp, then passionately kissed his lips while looking deeply into his eyes. 

Aroused by the softness of Ramya’s pussy and the juices she had released, Subbarao passionately sucked on her tender lips while circling his hand around her pussy, savoring the heat and smoothness of the area; simultaneously, he kneaded her breast with his left hand. Ramya was driven wild by this simultaneous assault on her senses; floating in a haze of pleasure, she held Subbarao’s head firmly, reciprocating enthusiastically by sucking and occasionally biting his lips and tongue while letting out hot sighs.

Subbarao touched the juices she had released, sucked them off his finger, and whispered into her ear, "Your honey-drops taste amazing." Ramya, biting her lip with renewed passion, pulled his head close and kissed him fervently and said “uncle, I will pour honey drops on your dick and taste it later”.



Uncle got aroused so much with that thought itself he is already in heaven. They had thoroughly kissed each other, Subbarao whispered into her ear, "Hey sweetheart, is your pussy this smooth and clean just for me?" As he asked this, he gently nibbled her earlobe, traced his finger around her pussy, and kneaded her breast. Ramya, looking at him with a dreamy, passionate gaze and biting her lip, shyly buried her face against his chest.

Subbarao then lifted her up, brought his face close to hers, gazed intensely into her eyes, and began kissing her lips again, with Ramya fully reciprocating. Then, Subbarao gently slid a finger into Ramya's pussy. Taken aback by this unexpected move, Ramya let out loud, moaning sounds—"Hmmmm... ummm"—and climaxed all over again. Subbarao kissed her and squeezed her boobs, asking, "What is it, sweetheart? Are you getting so heated up? You've already climaxed so many times." Ramya looked at him shyly and reciprocated his kiss.




Subbarao helped Ramya sit up properly; seeing her—with her saree pallu slipped down, revealing her two golden boobs, and her face flushed red with bashfulness—aroused Subbarao even more. He claimed her lips again and began passionately kneading her boobs, squeezing them firmly from the very base. After continuing like this for another five minutes, Subbarao started to move lower; Ramya stopped him, asking what he was doing. He nibbled her ear and whispered, "I want to taste your sweet, golden flower, darling."



She replied, "Not here uncle... I can't hold back anymore. Please, let's do it later." Subbarao pleaded, "At least give me one kiss, come on, please." Ramya kissed him while pressing his hands against her boobs, explaining, "Please, not now—I can't control myself. When we are alone, you can do whatever you want; I won't stop you at all. 

But not here." Subbarao agreed; he sat Ramya on his lap, tilted her head back, and—while devouring her lips—began kneading her boobs with one hand and fondling her flower with the other. Ramya moaned in a daze, "Ummm... ha... ohhh... ohhh... Uncle, more, more... hmmm... hmmm... oh God, please, harder... ahhh... ahhh... ohhh... ohhh... hmmm... hmmm... ahhh... ohhh... ohhh... hmmm... hmmm... more... ohhh... hmmm... more, I want more," as she moaned wildly.

 

Subbarao already saw her smooth big ass once in her bed room, fucking ass is one thing his deceased wife never allowed him to do

Subbarao is crushing Ramya in his embrace while thrusting his cock into her ass from below; pressing her body against his member, he positions it right in the center of her ass and thrusts hard. After doing this for about five minutes, he made Ramya sit beside him and unzipped his pants; he immediately placed her hand over his underwear and made her grip his cock firmly. Upon feeling 'Uncle's' cock with her hand, Ramya’s heart began to race. Breathing heavily, she stroked it from top to bottom; its sheer size made her break into a sweat despite the air conditioning. It felt to her like a small snake was coiled inside, and she realized it was incredibly thick and rock-hard.

Her heart pounded as she wondered if she could handle such a massive 'anaconda,' yet she didn't pull her hand away. The way she stroked it from bottom to top and squeezed it occasionally really turned Subbarao on. He immediately pulled her close, devoured her lips, and squeezed her boobs even harder; all the while, Ramya reciprocated the kiss while continuing to fondle his cock through his underwear. Subbarao nibbled at her ear and said, "Darling, it's all yours—take it out of the underwear and hold it."

Ramya protested, "No, not here; let's do it when we get home." But Subbarao pleaded, "Please, sweetheart, we only have fifteen minutes left. Just take it out and stroke it here—please, darling," all while kissing her and kneading her boobs. Finally agreeing, she reached out with her small hand to grasp that 'micro anaconda'— Ramya felt a surge of lust at the heat of Subbarao’s cock against her hand. She gripped it firmly and used her other hand to pull down his underwear; as Subbarao cooperated, his cock emerged into her grasp.



Holding the small member ignited an intense desire in her;  she was disappointed for a moment about the size of his dick which is slightly smaller but thicker than her wife, but her desire took over commonsense , she started imagining it as “big anaconda” , suddenly she could clearly sense its impressive size and thickness—it was so large that it didn't even fit fully within her palm. Her body began to heat up with arousal. She wondered if she could handle a man of such size and virility, yet she clearly understood that she was in for immense pleasure. Love is blind so is the lust of an unsatisfied wife !!!



“Ramya, please take it to your mouth and suck me hard, that way I will come faster, otherwise it will take lot of time dear”
Ramya ignored his request as its very dangerous to do such things here.



As Ramya fondled and stroked his “massive” cock, Subbarao became intensely aroused and squeezed her boobs vigorously. Ramya, equally aroused, played with his cobra-like cock—stroking, squeezing, and feeling its length and power. 

After a while of mutually arousing each other, they realized time was running out and decided to adjust their clothes; before stopping, Ramya gave his cock a firm, final stroke while Subbarao kneaded her boobs and devoured her lips with a passionate kiss. Once they had tidied themselves up, they held hands, gazing at each other with intense desire, and continued to share passionate kisses until the movie ended.

Subbarao’s dick is touching her big boobs now

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You will also get to read "young" bull stories also, provided you like my stories. Read my other ongoing stories too. Its a sincere request from my side. Encourage hard working writers please

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good morning to Ramya fans

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Uncle unable to control the urge and pinning her against the wall in the narrow by-lane.. what a horny bull is this old uncle.. lucky bastard to raid such a homely chick watched by an understanding hubby

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Shiva quietly looking from back row saw the massive cock of uncle (Shiva was also in trans looking at her wife’s romance with the neighbour uncle and believed uncle’s cock is big)



He was insulted looking at his massive size but quickly felt happy for his wife that finally she got to enjoy big cock, her choice of picking this old uncle is proved right one more time.  Nursing the baby, watching the movie on the screen and movie on the front row, Shiva got confused and went into some kind of fantasy without his knowledge

He had lost his job due to AI, expenses of baby  —hurt Shiva even more than the humiliations from the society about being jobless. He is feeling bad for not able to buy the cosmetics for his wife

To make ends meet, Shiva took on odd jobs driving cars.

In the process, he landed a job as a car driver for a landlord named Sudarshan.

One day, upon arriving at the office, his boss summoned him to his room and instructed him to go to a specific address, pick up a box they would hand him, and bring it back.

Shiva went to the address, mentioned Sudarshan’s name, collected the box, and started driving back to the office. On the way, curious about the contents, he opened it. Inside, he found a thin rope, six metal clips, a whip, and a small tube with a ball attached; when he pressed a button, the ball spun rapidly, making a whirring sound. Not fully understanding what these items were, he put them back in the box and went into his boss's room.

His boss was shouting at someone on the phone: "How can you tell me this now? Don't you have any sense? I booked this ages ago; what are my friends and I supposed to do now?" He then hung up.

"Sir, I’ve brought the box."

"Take it and throw it in the river."

"What do you mean, sir? You seem upset; if there’s anything I can do to help, I will."

Just then, Ramya called, but Shiva disconnected the call.

"My friends and I had booked a whore for the night, but the bitch bailed on us...The whole night's party is ruined."

Just then, Ramya called again.

"Go take that call," Sudarshan said.

Shiva stepped aside and answered the phone. "What is it? How many times do you have to call? What the hell are you doing that's so important?" she asked irritably.

Shiva explained everything that had happened to his wife.

"Oh really? Okay, ask them how much they're paying; I'll stay on the line," she said. Shiva put the phone in his pocket, went up to 'Sir', and asked, "Sir, so... how much are you offering for the booking?"

Sudarshan looked Shiva up and down with a hint of suspicion and said, "Twenty-five thousand. Do you know anyone? I'll give another five thousand if you do."



"I'll find out and let you know, Sir," Shiva said, stepping outside. He spoke into the phone: "Hey Ramya... you heard that, right? I'm hanging up now." Ramya interrupted, "Hey, listen to me. Tell him you know a whore and that you'll bring her—get the full thirty thousand." Shiva asked skeptically, "But I don't know anyone like that, do I?"

"Oh, you stupid husband of mine... I'm right here, aren't I? Take *me* along."



"Hey... I could understand you sleeping with this guy or that guy—I figured you did it because we needed the money—but now you're saying you'll go out on the street like a common whore?"

"Look, I'll sleep in some guy's bed, and I'll get paid for it too. Just go back in there and tell him—don't say another word."

Shiva thought for a moment, then went back inside and said, "Sir, I know a whore... I...I'll bring her, but she's asking for thirty thousand," Shiva mumbled.

"Tell her to go ahead, but she mustn't say no to anything we ask for—okay?"

"Alright, sir."

"By the way, is that whore fair-skinned? Does she wear a burqa?"

Swallowing his rising anger, he said, "Sir... you've never fucked anyone like her before... she's strictly 'family stock,' sir."



"Fair enough... here's ten thousand as an advance; the remaining twenty after the job is done." He then gave the address of where to come that evening.

Shiva set off for home to pick up his wife, Ramya aka Haseena. He explained everything and her trade name is Haseena and handed over a burqa to her to wear. Haseena (Ramya)  dressed and got ready.

She was wearing a white saree with a green floral pattern and a matching white blouse—through which her breasts were clearly visible—along with a white petticoat and a string of jasmine flowers in her hair; she looked exactly like a whore.

Shiva just stared at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You don't look like a married woman at all."

"Then what do I look like?"

"You look just like a street-corner whore."

"Haha, well, isn't that exactly what you're taking me along for—to play the whore?"

"Alright, let's go." Saying this, he handed over the burqa to her to wear. He got his wife into the car, drove to the address 'Sir' had given, and rang the doorbell. A man—roughly the same age as their 'Sir,' around fifty—opened the door and asked, "Who do you want to see?"

"Well, Sir... our Mohan Sir gave us this address."

"Oh."

"Yes, Sir."

"So, did you bring her?"

"I did, Sir," he said, pointing to his wife, Ramya, who was standing beside him.

"Wow, she's a stunning whore. Bring her inside."

Shiva took Ramya and went inside.

Inside, there were three men—including the one who had opened the door—all around the same age as their 'Sir' and dressed only in lungis. Just then, Sudarshan Sir walked out from an inner room, adjusting his lungi.

"Oh, Shiva, you're here? I was worried you might bail on us. Is this her?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Hey Mohan, our broker usually brings us dark-skinned wenches, but this guy has brought a fair-skinned whore... and just looking at the way she's dbangd that saree, you can tell she's a total whore," one of the friends remarked.

"Hey Shiva... she looks just like the 'family whore' you described—fair-skinned and all... though she isn't wearing a burqa."

"Sir... I thought if she came up in the elevator dressed like *that*, someone might get suspicious... so I had her get ready like this... looking exactly like a respectable family woman."

"Hey Shiva... you're talking as if she's your own wife—like you personally oversaw her getting ready."

"Hey whore... go to the bathroom and change your clothes for the sirs."

Ramya takes her handbag, goes to the bathroom, and returns...



...dressed in an outfit they loved. They were stunned. "Yes, this is exactly our fantasy... we've been trying to fuck someone like this for ages but never managed it... and now, this driver guy has finally set it up for us," they thought with delight.

"Sir... we're running out of time... please start the 'work', sir."

"Alright... Hey Mohan, he works at our office, he's not just a broker... but he sure did catch a fine piece of ass for us."

"Oh, really? Then why are you just standing there? Hand over that liquor."

Shiva stepped forward to pour a drink. Meanwhile, the four of them devoured Haseena with their eyes.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Haseena"

 

"Wow... I want a fair-skinned whore like you... doesn't matter what your name is, we're just going to call you 'whore' anyway," they said, laughing.

Shiva watched to see how Ramya/Haseena would react. To his shock, she walked right up to them, let her saree pallu drop, and sat on one of their laps.

"If she's a whore, you *should* call her a whore, *Bava*." Saying this, she squeezed his cock right through his lungi.

"Damn, you slut—one squeeze and you're making me want to cum," he said, pulling her close and squeezing her buttocks.



Another man stood up and said, "Hey, take her and come into the bedroom," while grabbing Haseena by the hand and pulling her.

She landed right in his lap; her face was close to his cock, and she took it into her mouth—still through the lungi—and gave it a gentle nip.

Just then, Mohan Sir said, "Hey, let's watch you dance while we have a drink."

He helped Haseena up and said, "Hey girl, why don't you dance while slowly taking off your clothes?"

Haseena, who had already removed her pallu, unlocked the box Shiva had brought; singing along to the music, she unwrapped her saree and tossed it toward them. They all enjoyed her dance while drinking.

Next, she undid the hooks of her blouse one by one. Holding the garment against her body with her hands, she swayed her breasts—side to side, up and down—teasing the men further. Suddenly, she turned around, slipped the blouse off, and flung it back toward them without turning around again.

One of the men caught the blouse, pressed it against his face, and inhaled deeply. Letting out a moan of pleasure, he undid his lungi, wrapped the blouse around his erect cock, and began stroking it up and down.

Here, Haseena was dancing to the famous item song "bavalu sayya"; she untied the knot of her *langa* (skirt), twirled the drawstring, and swayed her waist in rhythm.

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Ramya with real bull...she can definitely that size

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Riding the bull

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"I've never seen such a lusty bitch before," the others remarked, praising their 'Sir'.

Haseena slowly let her skirt slide down; she bent over, shaking her buttocks and slapping them with her hands, then spread her cheeks to show them her rear hole.

"Your asshole is going to get wrecked today, you slut," one of them said.

She turned around, momentarily covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. She walked towards them, removed her hands, and approached each man's face; she jiggled her breasts and tugged at their *lungis* before returning to the spot where she had started dancing.

Since none of them were wearing underwear, all their cocks stood erect.

Just then, Mohan Sir stood up and headed to the inner room, telling Shiva, "Hey Shiva, come along and bring out that box." He dragged a tea stand from the room and pushed it into the hall.

"Lie down on this, you slut," he said. Haseena came and lay down on it, though her legs still dangled off the edge.

One of the 'Sirs' took a rope from the box and tied Haseena's legs to the legs of the tea stand. When Shiva anxiously asked, "Sir, what are you doing?", Haseena replied, "Oh, you were told beforehand to just go along with whatever happens, right?" Sudarshan Sir looked at Shiva and winked, saying, "You just watch... Stay put," he said, placing a stick in Haseena's hands; he then bound her hands tightly to the stick.

Next, he gently squeezed her breasts, tied them together with a rope, and left one end loose for pulling. He took clips from a box, attached two to her nipples, and—after rubbing the other two against her pussy—attached them to her labia.

She hadn't felt pain until then, but the look on her face revealed that the agony was just beginning.



Then, he lit a candle and began pouring the hot, melting wax over her breasts.

Haseena moaned, "Ah... ah... ah..."

Slowly, he dripped the wax all over her body and onto her pussy as well; the others watched the scene with delight while drinking.

One man stood up, walked over, and slapped Haseena hard across the cheeks—*thwack, thwack*. Haseena cried out, "Ah... oh God... hit me, hit me more," prompting him to land two more sharp slaps.

 

Another man approached, rubbed off the wax that had accumulated on her body, and—saying, "You slut, you've turned all red"—gave her pussy a light slap.

"Hmm... hit me again, *Bava*," she asked, looking at him with lustful intensity.

This time, he struck even harder.

"Oh... hmm..."

He removed the clips from her body, pulled hard on the rope binding her breasts, and began striking her breasts with a ruler.

Fatigue was visible on Haseena's face, yet she continued to egg them on, urging them to keep hitting her.


Welts from the ruler on her breasts; wax on her belly. Haseena was left with a burning sensation, hand-print welts on her cheeks, disheveled hair, a smudged bindi, and completely stripped of her clothes.

 

Then, Sudarshan Sir untied Haseena, bent her over, and used a whip to strike her buttocks repeatedly with sharp, stinging blows. Unable to bear the pain this time, Haseena screamed out in agony. Taunting her with, "Hey, you whore, feeling the pain now?" he delivered two more lashes. He then grabbed her breasts while slapping her buttocks hard. When Haseena collapsed, unable to stand, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bedroom.

They made her kneel; four men gathered around and positioned their cocks near her face. She sucked them one by one while using her hands to stroke the others. One man grabbed her hair and thrust his cock deep into her mouth; Haseena struggled to handle the size of it. Just then, Sudarshan Sir kicked her hard on the buttocks, shouting, "Hey bitch, are you getting too bold?" Stung by the pain, she took the entire cock into her mouth and sucked it.

Sudarshan Sir lay on the bed and beckoned her over. Haseena aligned her pussy with his cock, mounted him, and began to ride. Meanwhile, another man thrust his cock into her ass from behind; Haseena gritted her teeth against the pain, letting out a stifled moan.



The other two men offered their cocks to her mouth. One man from behind and another from below were pounding her hard. They slowly swapped positions: those who had been sucking started fucking, and those who had been fucking started getting sucked.

"Hey, it's going into your ass so easily too—just how many have been inside you?"

"Ah... ah... twen... twenty... oh, Mom..."

Just then, the men in front thrust their cocks into her mouth.

Shiva wondered, "As far as I know, only five men have fucked her; why is she saying twenty?" Deciding to ask later, he sipped his drink and watched them.

It seemed they were all about to climax; they suddenly stood up, shouting... They made Haseena kneel on the floor again; she proceeded to suck their cocks one by one while manually stroking the others. Almost simultaneously, they ejaculated all over her face, and then poured the remaining semen into her open mouth. Haseena eagerly swallowed the fluid and scooped up the semen that had landed on her breasts with her fingers, putting it into her mouth. After thoroughly sucking and cleaning all their cocks, she started to get up.

 

"Hey, wait—where are you going?"

"To the bathroom to wash up."

"Wait, we aren't done yet." Saying this, they made Haseena sit in the corner of the room and took turns urinating on her, creating a small pool of urine. "Sit right there in that urine until we tell you to leave," they said before going to the bathroom themselves. Shiva looked at his wife Haseena's face; she showed no signs of distress. On the contrary, she looked at her husband proudly, as if she had achieved something significant.

After a while, Sir and his friends left; before departing, they each gave five thousand rupees, telling us to keep it as a tip.

Sir came over and said, "Okay, Shiva, you brought the best whore. Others would play hard to get, refusing to do this or that for any amount of money, but she did everything. Hey you—clean up all that urine, take a bath, and then leave." He said...

After Haseena had bathed and dressed, Sudarshan handed the remaining twenty thousand to Shiva and asked, "Say, would you be willing to stay on for a couple of days?"

"I have no objection, but I'm not sure if my husband would agree."

"Wait—you're married? You have a husband?" (Shiva asked this, having forgotten that she was a 'family woman'.)

"Yes, he's right here in front of you—ask him."

Shiva was dumbfounded when his wife dropped that bombshell.

Sudarshan Sir was also momentarily confused.

"What is this, Shiva? What is she saying?"

"Yes, Sir, she is my wife, Ramya."

Sudarshan was stunned. Ramya turned to Hasina ?

"Then what was all that about?"



"Sir, when you mentioned thirty thousand, I came right over—why should I pass up that kind of money? So I wore burqa and became Haseena" Ramya said with a laugh; still naked, she walked up to Sudarshan Sir and grasped his cock in her hand.



"Oh, Shiva... I’ve long had a fantasy of fucking another man's wife right in front of his eyes. If you agree, I’ll fuck her just once while you watch. Also call her as Haseena only, I like that name and also she should wear burqa through out the session, if you have a sister for Haseena, bring her also.. I want to have threesome"

"Why ask him? Come here, Sir, I don’t have a sister sir but will bring my friend sir" Ramya said, lifting her saree and petticoat and bending over the bed.

"Shiva, come stand over here so you can see it clearly," Sudarshan said, positioning him right beside them.

Adjusting his cock, he guided it into Haseena's pussy and began to thrust slowly.

"Oh, you slut... what a pussy you have... ah... oh... ha ha..." he groaned, thrusting his hips faster.

"Hey Shiva, look! I’m fucking your wife's pussy... ha ha ha..."

Haseena moaned, "Mmm... ha... keep thrusting just like that, Sir... ha... mmm... Hey hubby, look!"

Shiva stood right there, watching his wife being fucked.

"Ha ha... oh... this is a fantasy I’ve held for so long... and today, thanks to you, it’s coming true," he said, thrusting even harder.

"Oh... ah... Sir... keep going, Sir... ha..." Haseena’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Sir, too, thrust his hips rapidly, and both of them climaxed simultaneously. They lay down on the bed.

After a while, Sir got up, kissed Haseena, and said, "Shiva, thank you so much; my wish has been fulfilled. You’ve really got yourself a super wife. Plan something for a couple of days again sometime."

"Do you even need to ask, Sir? I’m ready whenever you say so."

A week later, Sudarshan Sir and Haseena went to Goa and stayed for four days. From then on, Haseena became a shared mistress for Sir and three of his friends; whenever they were in the mood, they would come and fuck Haseena. Sometimes they would come individually as well. Since they always gave her some money whenever they visited, Haseena actively encouraged them and let them fuck her.

One day, Shiva got angry at something Sudarshan Sir said... he quit working for him and blocked his number on his wife's phone.

So, what exactly did Sudarshan say?

"Hey Shiva... you fulfilled my wish to fuck your wife right in front of you... well, I have another fantasy too... I want to fuck your wife’s pussy and your ass together, Shiva. Also your name would be Iqbal"



Shiva hung up the phone and blocked his number on his and Ramya’s phone

Now, Ramya has started hunting for a new cock; the difference this time is that the man shouldn't just fuck her pussy—he has to pay her money as well and extra money for Shiva to watch that

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Ramya as call girl (Shiva as pimp)

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Ramya giving free show to neighbor uncle



 

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Subbarao mandated Ramya to wear jasmine flowers every night

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Day by day her blouse is becoming tight.. thanks to uncle's chapathi style kneading 

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Ramya with African customers.. not one.. but 3.. can she handle these three BBC in her 3 holes ?

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Shiva earning good money on his wife and the bonus is himself watching his wife being taken by the customers.. the fun part is the customers pay extra money for Shiva to watch his wife being banged by them.. win-win situation

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Shiva watching his wife fucking the old uncle