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#MRUNAL

I'm Mrunal, I'm a wife and a mother.

I am in my thirty-something, (a lady never tells her age -- wink!), blonde, petite frame body, natural B cups, perky bubble butt, smooth and silky flawless white skin, with a well-maintained figure thanks to my discipline and daily yoga sessions. My days are filled with designer shopping sprees, exclusive social events, and brunches with friends at the country club. I pride myself on my impeccable, elegant yet sexy taste and fashionable wardrobe, always ensuring I look radiant, sexy and attractive.

You can say that my full-time job, outside of taking care of my husband and children, is attending charity galas to high-profile luncheons. In other words, I'm a good housewife, out of a movie or a fairytale.

Our home is always clean and tidy, and in case you were wondering, of course that I don't clean it! We have people to do everything for us, lawn, pool, nanny, maid, even a bodyguard/driver, Steve...

Oh Steve! a former Navy that my husband hired. He retired from service. He's a tough guy in his mid-forties, he's in top shape that rymes well with his 6'3 height, his face always frowning looks like he could kill anyone with his bare hands. He has salt and pepper short hair. He's always armed, and he goes with my husband or with me to events, depending on the risks associated with our activities.

Usually, my husband sends Steve with me, because he worries something might happen to me or that someone will use me as leverage in order to get to him.

My husband Amar is the CEO and owner of a very successful company. He is a leader and very respected by his employees because he's a great mentor and a fair employer. For the most part, he's conservative when it comes to our life as a family, we never throw parties with excess alcohol, he strives for perfection and justice all the time and he's a highly driven individual.

He is very attractive, duh! I mean I married 'The man' (giggle). He stands 6'2" with a radiant personality, extremely self-confident, very personable, ample chest, solid arms, big smile and always a gentleman.

Every now and then my insecurities come to show, and I become a bit jealous when other women gravitate around him, I see how everyone smiles at him, or some of his employees flirt at him but he always conducts himself gallantly and respects our marriage. He's so respectful and he has never given me any true reason to doubt him.

To be honest, we make the perfect couple, and as a perfect couple we have 2 kids. Amar Jr (15) and Sara Arjun (18). You can imagine, our kids are also good looking after all when you combine the genes of a drop-dead gorgeous wife and handsome stud, well you get good results.

Even in social events where gorgeous models or pretty influencers take pictures with him, he doesn't even touch them, he's a well put, well rounded man and I know I am envied by that. Besides his family, my husband is devoted to his company and doing business. He even had the opportunity to sell his company for an amount of money that would've put us on the Forbes list, but he rejected it, augmenting that money is not all he cared, he cared about the people and the mission of his company, and he knew that after selling it, the company would've changed.

I was a bit mad when he rejected the offer, I mean we can buy everything we want, but our lifestyle and social circle would've upgraded; but he's a man of principles and I respect that.

One day, one of my friends at the country Farmhouse was celebrating her birthday and she wanted to have a party at her mansion in the forest. Her house is beautiful and huge, but it was far and I never liked going that far, I am more of a city girl.

The day of the party, Amar told me to take Steve with me, that he was not at ease with me driving far at night. Amar

i am always worried that something would happen to me when he was not around, I am his priority, and that makes me feel so in love.

I told him it was OK, I didn't need Steve, I promised him that I would only drink one or two so I could drive back without any issues. Honestly, I didn't like when Steve tagged along, I have a bubbly personality and the is stiff and dry, so sometimes I feel like he's rude, but he's only being professional.

Steve's opinion, whose Amar respected, was for him to stay with him, because there have been threats based on some business he was doing with Tesla and the federal government, some idiotic fools might try to do something to him. Lately he has become a bit of a public figure as he has been invited to several mainstream podcasts, he's whole brand is around doing business with integrity and still be massively successful and his company proved that point.

Amar agreed reluctantly, and said to me, "please honey, call me or text me when you are on your way back".

Amar is always right... I should've taken Steve with me that night...

Ok, now the spicy stuff...

I took the Rover to the party, as expected, I looked amazing. Among my friends I was a beacon of fashion and sensuality, they always asked for my opinion on what to wear or what's the latest trend.

I was wearing a tight black and white sparkly Givenchy mid-thigh cocktail dress, with a suggestive cleavage that showed my breasts. The outfit shined because it highlighted my tight figure and toned legs, paired with lustrous red Louboutins stilettos, an elaborated modern shag hairstyle and aggressive makeup that matched my shoes.

I looked stunning and everyone at the party told me so, this wasn't a surprise, I always dress to impress. I can tell how other men look at me at the club, I even catch the looks of the husbands of my friends when they check me out, looking at my cleavage or my legs or my ass. This kind of attention makes me feel good. I like it. Every now and then, some of the husbands or gym instructors would adventure themselves with subtle flirting, knowingly I am married and that my husband is powerful and rich, they don't do much more than that, they just tend their bait, but I never bite. Not only I wouldn't risk losing everything because of an affair, but why would I throw myself in the arms of another man when I am married to the man of my dreams, to the man of every woman's dream.

After a couple of hours of being at the party, I realized that it was dark outside and it was getting late, so I said my goodbyes and left.

After a few minutes driving I realized that my cell phone had no signal and the map was spinning on the screen of the car, I said to myself, "damn it, ugh! Where's Steve when I need him"

My luck got even worse, after a couple of miles of trying to guess how to get back I was obviously lost and as the cherry on top, my cell phone died and the charger wasn't working. When I realize this, the whole panel/screen flashed and went off, and the car stopped.

Once again, Amar was right, he told me not to buy a Rover. I was in the middle of nowhere, on a dark country road, lost and without any connectivity to the outside world.

I stepped out of the car and went to the trunk, just to realize there was a couple of warning triangles there, so I put them a few feet from the car hoping someone would come and help. In the meantime, I went back to the car.

Probably about an hour later, I saw a light approaching, I stepped down and placed myself behind the triangles trying to signal I needed help with my arms.

Once the lights approached, I realized it was a towing truck...

"I am saved!" I said loudly... and then when the truck slowed down to park in, I mumbled with a complaining tone "finally..."

The driver of the towing truck stepped down, he was about 6ft tall, black, quite fat and very ugly, but I don't care, as soon as I can get home or a place, I can contact someone. I should be fine.

"Hello there!" said with a deep voice.

"Hi" I returned sheepishly.

"I see you have a problem here" he emphasized with a slight hint of mockery

"Duh! Really? Dumb ass!" I said in my head. "Yeah, I have a problem with my car and my cellphone doesn't seem to be working, can you help me?" I smiled while asking nicely.

"Sure thing pretty lady, I can help you, that's my job! But these things don't come free you know?" he said while lifting his hand and rubbing his fingers next to the other symbolizing money.

"Pretty lady? Fuck off Dude! and of course I can pay, my outfit alone is worth more than your tow truck!" I said to myself, holding back my sassiness.

"I imagine sir, how much is your towing service?"

"Well, that's a big SUV and the next rest area where you can make a call is about 2 hours from here?" He said analyzing the situation.

"2 hours!?!" I said shocked... I wonder how much I drove without my GPS...

"Yep, long ride from here. So, it will be 100,000, considering the situation." He said to me with a grin.

I checked my purse... "ugh!" I muttered, "I have only 50000 in cash with me, but I can pay you with a credit card or Phone Pay you the rest, how does that sound?"

He took his hand to his chin and closed an eye like he was thinking deeply... "uuuhhmmm, I tell you what, give me those 50000 and give me another 100000 via PhonePay once we get there when you have cellphone service, deal?" he said to me while checking me out, he had his lewdly eyes directed to my legs and cleavage, he even licked his lips. The situation grossed me out, I was feeling defiled just by interpreting the way he was looking at me.

"OK, that's fine!" I responded to him and started to feel uncomfortable with his company, but I had no other choice. I took the cash that I had and handed them to him.

"thank you baby girl" he took them out of my hand not without first touching my forearm and driving his hand slowly to the bills. This sent a chill through my spine, but I put up with it since I didn't have any alternative.

He then proceeded to hook the car on his truck and eventually he was done. He was sweating for the work the did, and finally he approached me and say, "well, let's go!"

I said, "great I'll get in my car"

"Uhm, no baby girl... that's not how it works, company policy the client needs to ride with me at the front... for liability purposes" he winked his eye at me with a devilish grin and devoured me with his eyes.

I hated when he said "baby girl" and I knew he was full of shit; he just wanted to check me out while driving... but again, I had no alternative, and I agreed by walking to the passenger side. In my head I was playing a couple of scenarios where I had to use my pepper spray or just ask him to let me down. But as a city girl, I know how to take care of myself and I went through it with what I thought was a plan to mitigate the risk.

He walked behind me saying, "mmm hmmm, you look pretty nice today, you were coming back from some sort of party?"

"Yeah" I started to feel something was not right, while he opened the door for me... "My husband is waiting for me, he must be worried," this wasn't a lie, but I needed to say that as I started to feel uneasy with him.

He chuckled. "Well, a fine lady like you shouldn't be alone. I am glad I found you, imagine if a biker gang or something worse had found you before I, lots of weird stuff happen in these roads." He said while I was getting in the passenger car, he touched my naked arm with his fingers, like if he was testing the softness of my skin and immediately after, he shut the door.

His touch gave me a creepy feeling, but also realized how coarse his hands were and how they contrast with my soft skin.

After jumping on his seat, and once again looking at me, he had no reservations anymore at looking at me lewdly, he even muttered a "Mmm mmm, you look smoking hot, I just can't get enough of you baby girl...." Making a pause for me to say something.

"Thank you" I said awkwardly, "and it is Mrunal... can we focus on the road and not on my outfit or looks please?" I said though an altered tone of voice.

"No ma'am, I am going to enjoy the views here... it's part of the price" he said chuckling.

He started driving and the tension subsided, at least for now...

About 15 minutes went by, I could feel his eyes all over me, I decided to ignore and look at the window hoping for this trip to end, but it was hard to ignore those heavy looks along with the stench of his body, he probably hasn't taken a shower in a few days... I said to myself while looking out at the window.

He suddenly deviated from the main road and took a service road, I said to him "Are you sure this is the correct way? I don't remember this road at all"

He chuckled without answering...

I insisted and said "Hey, answer me?" in a demanding and louder tone

He then stopped the truck on the side of the road and said, "Listen you bitch, your rich ass has no authority here, I am the one in charge, and next time you address to me by as Mr. Jamal, OK?" he said with angrily and very close to my **censored** space, I could smell his reeking breath .

I could see his anger and I became so afraid that I complied and played along by saying, "Sorry, yes Mr. Jamal"

He then smiled and once again checked me out "Don't worry Mrunal, now that we are getting acquainted, let's take a break to get to know each other, after all it is going to be a long drive and we need to have something to talk about, don't you think?".

I was engulfed in fear, I didn't know what to say... of course I didn't want to take a break, but I didn't want to make him upset either. I said, "Please, can you just drive, we can talk while you drive, please" with a sweet soft voice.

He then reclined his seat a bit and grunted while he stretched. "No," he said calmly, "we're having a break. You know, if you were my wife I would fuck you so many times a day... hell you'll never leave the house, you are just so hot and beautiful"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he was making a move... I was there in the middle of nowhere in a dark forest with a man I don't know. He could do whatever he wanted to me and no one would even find me.

In discomfort, I tried to pull my dress down a little bit to cover more for my toned legs that he was staring at, and while doing that, he said "Oh don't be shy..." and with 2 fingers he touched my thigh and pulling my dress a bit up..., "You have some good genes, you have to let me see the goods"

"Oh no..." I started crying... I knew exactly what was about to happen, I turned and tried to open the door, but it was locked, I tried to reach out for my purse but somehow it was on the floor of the back seat.

He laughed and said "Darling, it only opens from outside... you really want to get out? With no cell phone and no nothing? listen, if you give me a little bit of a show, I can forgo the 100000 you still owe me"

"No!" I said I was determined and weeping...

"Don't be sad" he said while caressing my leg... his coarse hand was touching my soft but toned thigh moving his fingers to the inside part of the thigh and rubbing each time higher and closer to my panty covered pussy.

"if I let you touch my legs, would you get us out of here?" I said crying softly in defeat…

"Of course, princess, I give you my word" he said while getting himself in position to grope my legs.

I closed my eyes and grabbed the side of my seat waiting for him to grope my legs... and then I felt his big filthy callused hands all over my legs once again, he removed his seatbelt and mine, as I just stayed there trying to escape the scene in my mind.

"Oh my god, bitch, your skin is so soft..." he said while grabbing my inner thigh, I was breathing heavy almost hyperventilating when he said, I was in absolute fear and shame feeling his coarse hands traveling the smoothness of my perfect legs "Relax bitch, you think I enjoy this while you're having a meltdown?"

I tried to muffle my reactions, and then he ventured his hand to my cotch, I released a high pitch short scream immediately after he did that and that's when I used both of my hands and pushed him away.

"Bitch, we had a deal..." He said angrily.

"Yes, you were supposed to touch my legs, nothing else" I said crying.

"No, you said that... I said a show" yelled Jamal, correcting me.

"What do you mean by show?" i couldn't stop crying, I was terrified.

"Well, since you broke our deal, I have a new deal for you... more like two options"

I was sobbing, but did not respond

"Ok, your options are, one, you become my wife, girlfriend or whatever for the rest of the trip, that means we're going to fuck and you will act as if you are enjoying it, you'll be proactive on making me feel loved and wanted, and you're going to ask for more, and when we're done, I take you to wherever you need."

I interrupted with a loud sob... "No please, no... I am married"

He ignored me and went to option two "or two, I fuck you and beat the hell out of you and leave you here alone, fucked and unconscious"

"No please, no"... I couldn't say anything else, and I took his hand desperately and put it between my legs close to my pussy and told him "Please, I'll give you the show you want but please..."

He interrupted me "1 or 2, you have 10 seconds.... One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three..."

My head started spinning, both options were horrible, but one will not leave me unconscious and hurt.

"Option one!" I yelled crying just when he was approaching number 8.

"Alright" he said proudly, "get your ass on the back seat and start the act, and make it convincing, if I'm not convinced, we go to option 2".

I took my shoes off, and he saw my pedicure and said... "mmmh nice feet, baby girl"

"Thank you" I said trying to calm down my sobbing with a shy fake smile.

I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't want any violence, so I decided that a good act will probably save my life.

I made it to the back seat then he came down the car, just to get in the back seat with me, he turned the inside light on and said... "I want to see you" I just gave him a fake smile.

It was not only that I was about to cheat on my husband while being fucked, it was also the fact that he was ugly, fat and smelled really bad... the whole thing was something really hard to get by, he guided my legs to his lap and with my left leg I could feel his cock was hard, to show initiative, I rubbed it slowly but reluctantly, and that's when he started to move towards me, he approached my face closing the space between us, and he pushed his lips against mine, he started kissing me...

I yanked back instinctively, and he got mad and quickly without words, he reminded me while putting his hand in the back of my head pushing me towards him and the other one on my inner thigh slightly touching my flawless cunt through the panties.

I had no choice and I gave into the kiss, the taste was hideous, it felt like kissing a stadium toilet. But I kept it together... he stopped and said "Show me some sugar babe"; I know what he meant, he wanted me to not only kiss him back but to take the lead on some movements... all of it was contrary to what my body wanted to do, but I had to…

Ever since I married Amar, I've never been with another man in any way shape or form, some guys at the club flirt with me and the husbands of some of my friends are way too nice with me, and even then, I have never entertained the idea... and then this dude comes by makes me do things I will never have done...

In a matter of seconds, I was sitting on his lap holding his face kissing me, my dress was rolled up to my waist and his hands were all over my legs and ass. While making out, the stench of his mouth was more bearable, his coarse touch started to have a reaction in my head, the contrast with my softness, the polarity of my delicate movements with the brute groping was something new to me, the sensation was like putting fire and ice together. My senses were overwhelmed with this sensation.

After a couple of minutes of this, my skin became very sensitive, I could feel my nipples were hard as a diamond and the stench of Jamal didn't seem to disturb me anymore, I guess I was mentally trying to make this thing go by quickly.

Without me expecting it, he put his big hand on top of my laced thong that covered my pussy where he started rubbing it with his calloused hands. I gasped for air but stayed but resumed kissing him...

He stopped the kiss just to say "good girl, you're doing a wonderful job, if I didn't know better, I'd say you actually like me" he chuckled.

I froze for a second after what he just said, decided to take quick inventory on everything that was going on... but my imposed lover quickly brought me back to my duties as fake girlfriend by sliding his finger inside my clean, shaved pussy... at that point my pussy was already a bit wet, I couldn't deny that making out in the back of a truck in the middle of the night was starting to turn me on, even if I was not enjoying it, my body started to react.

"Baby girl, your pussy is wet... I like your commitment!!" he smiled as I positioned myself to give him better access to my pussy. I don't know at this point if it is me acting or I like it, there was something about his coarse hands rubbing and caressing my soft skin, that was making me very sensitive and horny.

We kept going like that for a few minutes, I started to moan in between kisses and muffling moans with our tongues and lips.

He took his finger out of my pussy and grabbed my ass, I could feel the moist of my pussy in his finger, with firm strong moves, he put me on top with my legs open to the side his lap, he slid slowly his hands up removing my dress, which I instinctively collaborated for it to happen... There I was, with sexy lingerie on top of this black bull, naked, vulnerable, confused and horny...

He took his hands to my breast and grabbed my tits like a toddler with a toy, he squeezed them hard, and I moaned in pain and then ripped my bra breaking it from the front, with my nipples exposed he desperately came close to suck and lick them like there was no tomorrow. I put my hands on his head guiding his mouth attack to my breast, my nipples were so sensitive and what he was doing felt so good that was turning me on even more... so much so that a real loud moan escaped my mouth.

The brutality of the scene, the roughness of his hands, the firm movements and grip of my perpetrator was starting to take a toll on me... my pussy was extremely wet, probably like never before. Before today, all the sex I've had was very vanilla, Amar even though he's well-endowed with 5 inches and a good grit, our sex is very normal with him or me on top and that's it, but Jamal was definitely pulling some strings on me, and I was no longer suffering, I was enjoying it.

While he kept sucking and kissing my hard nipples, he was rubbing his pants- covered hard cock against my pussy, with his hands he hinted to me that he wanted me to grind to his rhythm... which I obliged, and the rubbing made my pussy drench... I was at the verge of having an orgasm and I couldn't believe it... with my hands, I raised his head and tilted it up for him to give me a deep French kiss and that's when he ripped my panties, I panted and let a loud moan out when he did that... "ahhh"...

He said to me "Take my pants off, baby girl"... I took my hands from his head to the waistband of his pants and with his big belly it was hard for me to find the button of his pants, he said, "Get down there so you know what you're doing..."

I didn't know what was happening to me, but I was into it. I was no longer being r**; I wanted to continue with this wife act for him. The contrast of our natures was intoxicating my senses, making this dance of lust even more exhilarating as I began to embrace the unexpected.

The space was small, but I managed to kneel between his legs, and I started to unbutton his pants... As I did this, it was clear to me, his cock was huge, it was fully hard and I could see the bulge. Part of me was somewhat scared but part of me was curious.

As I take his pants off, I craved with curiosity and I'll be damned, once I unbutton his pants, he lifted his hips, and I slid his pants down, I quickly and hungrily went back up to remove his underwear as we repeated the mechanics, his huge cock popped up, it was probably as thick as Amar's but bigger by 2 or 3 inches at least…

I perceived the stench of his cock and quickly ignored the repulsion it caused initially, soon after I was mesmerized with the size of that animal, his hard cock was standing proud in front of me, almost as if it was looking at me, dauntingly piercing my soul and rewiring my moral compass.

I quickly used my hands to caress it and I looked up at him and gave him the most seductive smile I had in store and then I bit my lower lip as I returned my gaze to his towering hard cock. As I started to slowly stroke his powerful shaft, he was smiling back at me with a libidinous smile and our nonverbal stare communicated perfectly, he wanted me to suck it, and I wanted to put that brutal piece of meat in my mouth.

As much as I was craving for it, a part of me felt guilty, I went from being abused and started acting to save myself from an ill-fated scenario to being wet and craving for a stranger's cock in my mouth. My thoughts raced quickly pondering if I was roleplaying or something else.

I turned off those condemning thoughts and resumed my lustful act. With very soft touches and feminine demeanor, I started to caress his cock with my hands and rub it against my face, the thing was big enough to do that... I started to lick the side of the shaft making my way up to the tip, extending my tongue out and circling his mushroom head with my tongue, the putrid stench was once again quickly ignored, I was lusting for this gigantic piece of hot meat in front of me…

"Take it all..." he said calmly but firmly, not giving me much of an option. It was too big, and I've never been good at giving head, but I couldn't say no to my captor, and honestly, I don't know I wanted to say no.

At this point, he could offer to open the door and take me in a comfortable limo car to the doorstep of my house, and I would still prefer to stay there, in that truck's backseat with this bull, I knew what was coming and I wanted to experience what was next, I was soaking wet and I was pressing my thighs together to keep my engine going.

At his command, I directed my mouth to his solid rock pole and I noticed what it looked like a small and bright marble of precum on the tip of my trophy, I ventured to lick it off him with the tip of my tongue and experience the unique flavor of sweet bitterness, a flavor that no restaurant can reproduce, a flavor that even my husband cannot reproduce, a flavor so unique that it tasted as the most expensive spirit I ever had, I open my mouth big and sticked my tongue out, and with my hand I pulled my hair behind my ear and shoveled as much cock as I would, I moaned quickly after that and without hesitation I was bobbing that cock as good as I could...

"Ohhh yea baby, you're a good cocksucker, ohhh!" he moaned in a relaxed way, I helped my mission by jerking him with both of my hands while I was sucking... At times I'll stop to grab air and kiss and lick his cock.

"Ohhh, you're going to make me come baby... keep my cock in your mouth and swallow every drop of my black cum"... he started panting and I started bobbing faster, I used one of my hands to caress his hairy balls and oh my, they were huge! -- this seemed to trigger something on him, he was moaning louder and louder, I was in ecstasy too, knowing he was about to come and my clit was wet as a river.

 

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His balls started to move after a very short vibration... his cock started to pulsate in my hand and my mouth and I knew exactly what was coming, he started to spray cum, the first rope took me off guard, the bitter flavor was unpleasant almost repulsive, but the second rope filled my mouth and started to appreciate its flavor, I started to swallow such delicacy, the unpleasant flavor subsided completely and became enjoyable, he shot 2 or 3 more ropes and I swallowed them all, while I was moaning and panting with him...

We're both sweating, I am soaking wet and at the verge of the biggest orgasm of my life, horny as never before and engulfed by lust and the games my captor has played with me... however, my guilt and survival thoughts came back... Thinking, "well, he's done, he came and probably we can just continue driving." But…

Was it Stockholm syndrome that I was experiencing? At the end of the day, I was feeling comfortable and engaged with my uncanny lover, he just came inside my mouth, and I enjoyed it... one part of me wishes this is over but my lust hopes there is more.

I looked up at him in submission and quickly said, "Come here bitch, give your man some sugar", naked and sweating, I placed myself on his lap encircled my arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately but caring, like if I was deeply in love of him.

"What's wrong with me?" I thought to myself, I didn't understand but I was enjoying this slutty version of me, the violent desire that he had for me and the resolve for possessing me turned me on, it was like a magnet, the more he wanted me, the more I wanted to give…

He interrupted our passionate kiss and with sweetness and consideration, he laid me down on the back seat, he said, "time for your man to return the favor", as he did this, he took my leg up and put my toes on his mouth, he was licking them and sucking them... Amar has never done this, it felt amazing.

I was unconsciously starting to compare, the things I do and feel with Amar to the things I was feeling in the backseat of that truck, also the word "your man" resonated with me, like a fire alarm on a building, it wasn't the words, it was the fact that it felt nice, it felt accurate, more importantly, I felt protected when he said that.

His cock was soft but still big dangling between his legs, the space was tight, so he was very close to me while eating my feet, his dangling cock brushed my soaking wet pussy and I felt electricity all over my body... he felt that too and I moaned and he smiled and said "Soon baby girl, all at its right time".

I moaned with annoyance, he knew I wanted him to fuck me... he then did something I was not expecting, he lowered his head licking my leg and inner thigh, then he placed his face in my pussy and started to lick it ... he positioned himself a more comfortable and started to insert his tongue inside my pussy, then he abruptly pushed his head making his tongue go even deeper, I felt an intense heat all over my body, my legs started shaking around this head and over his shoulders, and after just a couple of minutes of him fucking me with his I felt the most intense shock of pleasure my body has ever experienced, he gave me the best orgasm I've ever had in my life!.

I was yelling and moaning loud "Oh my gawd!! Oh yessss, please ohhh..." then he started to finger me while still licking my clit... that took me to the moon and back, the roughness of his finger and the softness of this tongue was creating waves of electricity inside my body, I didn't know what to do, I felt an orgasm so different, the second orgasm in just a few seconds apart, I was coming again.

"ooohhh uhhhm... yeeesss, Oh My! Oooh!" I was loudly moaning, I tried to say something but, I couldn't even mutter any coherent words of phrase.

He lifted his face and kept finger fucking me at a slow pace... he smiled at me with pride, and I didn't know what to do... I started to pinch my nipples, and he started rubbing my pussy on the outside, alternating with finger fucking... in a matter of seconds, I started to squirt all over and he said "you see baby girl, you are made for me, you're made for black cock, real men, not for rich assholes"...

His comment made me remember Amar, he was not an asshole, and he was a real man... this phrase resonated hard in my consciousness, and I drowned my moans, I decided to hold back and not let this go any further.

"You know what's next, right?" he was positioning himself to take my pussy... and

I said, "Please!! I've done everything you wanted, please spare me the fucking, if you want, I can suck your cock again, but please don't fuck me..." I pleaded for mercy... I was lying to myself as I said this, the reality was I wanted that cock inside me, but I didn't want to fall in love with it, I know it would be a point of no return, it was going to be impossible to go back to my normal life if I have him inside me.

"Oh my little baby girl is having second thoughts... well, if you really don't want me to fuck you, I guess I will not... but rest assured, I will not ask again, if (he corrected himself) ... when you want my cock, you are going to beg. Now, come here sit on my lap and jerk your man off."

He sat back and I did what he asked, and with a little of reluctance on my end, we started kissing again, his kisses are so passionate that is easy to get lost in his lips and mouth, soon I was into it again, I could feel my pussy getting wet once again.

He commanded me to start to jerk him off.

He was already super hard, I cannot understand, a few minutes ago he was carried from the blowjob and now he's hard as a rock.

My pussy was a hot soaked slit, when feeling his veiny, warm, stiff cock at the touch of my hand, created magnetism in my hand... and I remember his command, that I had to beg for him to fuck me... I couldn't hold it anymore; I needed him to fuck my brains out... I whispered to his ear "please Jamal, I'm begging you to fuck me" while I said this, I positioned myself on top of him and rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

He responded to my plea asking me "Are you sure? There's no going back, once you go... once I take you, you are mine" he said in utmost seriousness.

However, I took it as sex dirty talk and I played along and said to him "You wanted me to be your girlfriend, your wife... right? Well, that's what a loving wife does to her man"... I slid the tip inside me by lowering my wet pussy...

"You're so ready to be blacked and for me to make you mine..." he grabbed my hips firmly and pushed me down in one go... I screamed out of pain, but my scream was muted by his mouth kissing me, I grabbed his head with my hands, then I directed his face to my perky and flawless breasts and started grinding my hips down giving him the fuck of his life... but not without me getting the fuck of my life.

He didn't wear a condom, the thought crossed my mind as I grinded my hips back and forth, in circles, I came again, and again, I don't know how many times, I've heard of multi-orgasmic women and I always thought they were just exaggerating, but I was feeling that, an intense lustful shock after another.

I would barely mutter any words, I was just screaming and moaning out of pleasure, his hands were all over me... I wanted him more... harder and deeper... I managed to say "fuck me harder, please harder" and he pushed me over to the side, his cock slid out from me and I felt so empty even sad for a few seconds and I begged... "please more" while getting in fours.

Everything was happening so fast, the pleasure was intense, I was dripping my own juice, spreading my butt for him to keep fucking me, he slid the mushroom head over my clit, then out, teasing me... I would only beg "please Jamal, please, make me yours"... my whole area was hurting, I felt his cock so deep inside to places I didn't know they would be reached; I wanted it back in me, I want that cock deep.

"Oh baby girl, you're going to be my snow bunny, you are so made for black cock... you are going to enjoy being black property, I have lots of plans for you". He said with so much reassurance that the dirty talk was enticing and a turn on.

"Oh yes Jamal, please make me yours... come inside me, mark me forever, breed me with your dark, hard cock!!"

"Tell me what you are..." he said while teasing me...

"I'm yours babe, I'm yours..." I responded reassuringly

"No, tell me what you are to me..." he asked again while I felt spit on my ass... and then he started rubbing my asshole with his thumb while teasing me with the head of his cock... I would push my hips back to get him inside, but he wouldn't let me... I was in so much psychological pain, I wanted cock so bad...

"I'm your baby girl, my body is yours, you can do whatever you want with me, I don't care about anything else, I just want to get fucked by your big black cock..."

He continued the torture... "Are you going to do everything I tell you?"

Moaning and suffering of a bad case of lust and desire I yelled "Yeeesss, anything and everything... I need your cock!!

And with that statement, he started to slide his cock, slowly into me and rub my asshole in unison... it felt amazing, there are no words to describe the pleasure I was feeling, his powerful hands, one on my ass and low back the other one on the side of my hip, my hands reaching back to open wide for him, and then... a powerful thrust, he slid his cock completely inside me but also I felt something strange but pleasing, he started to thumb-fuck my asshole. I've never had an object, let alone a finger of a black man inside my asshole, and it felt incredible...

Between moans I managed to say "Oh my gawd, that feels amazing Jamal, yes, yes yes...!" And I came once again... at this point I've lost count of how many times I came, my body felt feeble, but the power of my lust for his cock fucking me kept me going.

He was panting and moaning, he was taking his cock out in its entirety and then back in with a rhythmic thrust all this while not letting his thumb out of my ass, he then started to do the same with his thumb.

"Oh you fucking bitch, you are so lost... you are mine!" He said between moans... "from now on I'm your king... you refer to me as my king or King Jamal"

Moaning in a high pitch I said "yes, yes, yes my king... please fuck me hard!"...

Then he stopped doing the thumb fucking and grabbed my hips, then he struck his cock with all his might and strength inside me.... I screamed in pleasure "Aaaaahhhh Yeeeessss! My king, fuck me!"

He started to fuck me hard, fast, almost violently, the pain was excruciating, but I once again came on his cock, the pleasure was infinite, my senses couldn't take it any longer, after a few seconds I came again... all you could hear was my screaming and moaning and his growling, I knew he was about to come and I wanted that...

I release my ass and tighten my core to make it tight for my king, while doing this I reached out underneath to his balls, his gigantic balls full of cum, he liked this, he started to fuck me even harder...

He continued doing this for about a minute or two, his growling was more intense, my vision was blurry, I didn't have any strength left to keep moaning, I was silent now, and then I felt how his cock became a bit bigger inside me and then pulsating as he started coming inside me, I felt warm deep inside, I collected the bits of energy left and I moaned once again "oh my king... I love your cum inside me, please breed me... let's come together" and I felt shockwaves of fire inside me and I came all over his cock.

He kept pumping cum inside me, like a king, he was breeding my married white womb. I quickly remembered that I'm fixed, and felt relief, otherwise I would've ended up pregnant with an ugly black baby...

He sighed, with his cock still hard he slid out and released me... I felt cum dripping out of my pussy, my thighs were drenched with my fluids... I was spent and so was he.

"Baby girl, before you pass out, you have one more thing to do" said in a demanding tone...

"What would that be, I cannot do anything, I'm so weak" I said with a feeble tone of voice...

"Clean up your mess..." he looked at his cock that had a mixture of semen, blood and my juice.

With the little strength I had, I started sucking that cock, swallowing everything that he had smeared and at some point, everything was black…

I don't know how much time had passed, I woke up, still naked but with a dirty blanket on top of me, I was lying down on the back seat while he was driving the truck.

"Where is he taking me? Back to the rest stop? To his house?" I thought without having any clue... but I really wanted to go home, yes, the sex session was epic and mind blowing. Everything that had happened was so surreal that I needed to go back to normal.

Taking inventory of everything once again... my whole body hurts like if I've done the hardest workout of my life, every muscle, especially my abs, my glutes and thighs were sore.

My pussy was burning and swollen, and I felt it creamy inside, I took my fingers to my pussy and scooped some of that cream out and saw it was thick cum, involuntarily, I smiled to myself with pride. My inner thighs were a mess, with dried cum and pussy juice, they were sticky and my whole body was drenched in sweat. I thought to myself, was this that good? Is all this real? I literally lost count of how many times I came and each time I came harder than the previous one, not to say, the first time was until then, the best orgasm I've ever had.

"Do I like this person, my captor? Is this Stockholm syndrome? What about my life? My husband? My kids? Should I maintain an affair with this trucker? -- Oh my god, listen to myself! -- snap out of it, Mrunal !"

I collected myself and used the blanket to cover my nakedness, then he realized I woke up.

"Did I just pass out?" I asked surprised...

"Hahaha good morning my queen, yes you did, but that's ok, I left you in the back for you to recover, now come here to the front sit next to your king" he said sounding almost sweet.

Instinctively, I obliged and moved across the truck and curled on the passenger seat exposing him to the fullness of my nakedness.

Then, he put his hand on my leg while he was driving and I felt the need to touch and caress his hand, so I placed my delicate and perfectly manicured hand on top of his hand, offering safe harbor to his touch and intentions, that alluring feeling of the touch of his calloused and enormous hand made me feel safe and comfortable, it was a weird feeling, a part of me wanted to feel bad about it, I was no longer a victim, I was cheating on my husband and honestly, I was cheating on myself, this isn't me, this is not what I stand for and not even in a million years this is what I would envision, but here I was, smitten for this black, ugly and fat tow trucker.

While keeping his hand in my leg and me inviting him to continue touching me, I asked "so what happens next, my king?" -- the words resonated... my king... what am I even saying? -- it was not the words that I was perplexed by, it was that I meant it.

"Well, you tell me... as I see it, there are three options, one I take you to your house and you will try to go back to normal, but I'll know where you live and..." he was interrupted by me moving my feet to his crotch, his pants where unbuttoned so I was trying to get his cock out with my perfectly manicured feet... meanwhile I was biting my lip and touching my pussy, I said with a seductive tone and a bit of a moan "continue..."

"Oh nice... well, if I take you home, I'll know where you live and even when you think this is over, you know it won't be over. The second option is I take you to the next trucker rest stop and you're on your own there, those places are not pretty and not necessarily recommended for pretty girls like you, but, you might be able to find some help or somewhere to charge your phone, maybe a trucker is willing to help you for a price -- he winked at Mrunal Suresh-- the third option is, we go to my home and you stay with me, you forget about your previous life and live with me, but it won't be for free, you will have to clean, cook and of course be pretty and ready for me to fuck you anytime I want..."

By this time, I had his cock out and hard and I was stroking him with my feet, I was already getting wet, and I didn't have enough head space to make a decision...

"King Jamal, can we decide after we fuck once again?... Please, I beg you!" I said in a seductive but submissive tone.

Like an automated response, he pulled over and rapidly came out of the truck... I was a bit surprised not knowing what was going on or what that abrupt change meant. He walked over my side and opened the door... saying, "get your shoes on and get down"...

I weakly protested "but I am naked", he ignored my complaint and extended his hand.

I complied with his request, I put my shoes on and with soft feminine movements I came down the car, I was getting hornier and hornier by the second, especially with him giving me orders and not knowing what was going to happen.

While still naked and stepping down the truck on my red Louboutins, he took my hand gently but firmly and said, "Follow me".

I did, and I did it gladly... I was excited about what was coming next... after a few steps into the forest and he turned around and pinned me against a tree, grabbing my arms and looking at my body, my nipples were diamond hard, then he looked at me with hunger, desire, and he wanted me, also I could read his look and his mind, he wanted me to beg and to take the initiative, and so I did…

I placed my hands on his chest, rubbing it, I was admiring his big non-aesthetic body, for some reason, I was so enamored about his body, it was not only his cock, it was everything... felt so weird and so real...

I circled my arms around his neck, and I pulled him closed to me so I could kiss him, I was happy... I pulled him so close to me to the point I could feel his stiff cock getting between my thighs and I started moving to rub his cock with my naked thighs while making out... then I couldn't take it anymore, my pussy was drenched I couldn't think of anything else that was not having him inside me, him possessing me, and me driving him crazy, driving his animalistic senses out to claim his queen, to claim me!

I raised my right leg to encircle his waist and pull him closer, I stopped kissing for a second and whispered to his ear "take what is yours, my king".

Jamal was touching by body and groped my plump ass like there was no tomorrow and after hearing my whisper, he made an animalistic noise and grabbed my leg and pulled it higher, making me gasp a feminine loud moan... "aaeehg"

I was so ready for him to own me once more, less than an hour ago I passed out with all the pleasure he made me feel, and here I was in the middle of the forest and craving for his cock, for his manhood, craving for him to fuck me!

I released one of my hands and helped giving direction to the tip of his cock once he felt the wetness of my pussy, he grabbed my other leg pulling me up and inserting his cock deep in my sweet juicy cunt... it felt amazing, I was suspended in the air balancing myself with the tree and my lover. I felt shockwaves of lust and pleasure, releasing a scream and clawing my fingernails to his back, he groaned in pain but also approval, he fucked me fiercely, bouncing me up and down while we melted in a passionate kiss, our tongues devouring each other's mouth, my naked chest amalgamated into his.

Feeling his belly welded to my skin, his hands exploring and fondling my body and his cock deep inside me... a ripple of intense heat started to dominate my body and quickly then it was like energy concentrating in my chest, my stomach and moving to in my hips and pussy... my legs started to shake and I was coming once again, coming on his cock...

He reasserted by saying "yeeees queen, come on my big black cock... come hard for me"

I started moaning instinctively in a high-pitched tone "yeeea... mmm... yessss... oh so good, so tight... don't stop baby, please don't stop my king, aaah"

Between moans and the moist sound of plop-plop-plop that our genitals and body pounding was producing he growled and moved his hand between my ass cheeks where he started to finger fuck my ass again…

I felt pain and surprise but quickly began to feel unmeasurable pleasure making me say at the rhythm of our movement "yes, yes, yes, mmm, mmm, harder, yes, oh, Jamal, oh, my king, yes, yes, fuck meee" riding my orgasm that seemed to last forever, making me explode from my inside and expelling love juice out of my swollen pussy and all over his hot and hard piece of meat.

"oh Jamal, I can't any longer... I'm... ahh" I couldn't even make sense of what I wanted to say but our chemistry was so in tune that he knew I needed a break... sort of a break.

He pulled out and forcefully turned me around and bent me over, exposing my ass to him... then I felt his cock soaked by my love juice between my butt cheeks when I heard his voice.

"Spread that ass for your king baby girl..." and as instructed and with zero hesitation I complied. He then rubbed the tip of his cock on my asshole and my nervous system felt a cold shower, he's going to fuck me in the ass and that thought terrified me... but I didn't want to say no to him, not now, not ever... he spat on my asshole and put the tip on my ass and put some pressure and I started to complain in pain and cry...

"Shhh, shhh it's ok my queen, I'm just testing the field... I'm sure you going to love it, just try to push out like you are taking a shit and let your king take care of the rest..."

Between sobs, I complied with his instructions and felt a pain out of this world... I could tell I have at least 2 inches in... the problem was not the length but the thickness of this cock, it was painful, my lover, my captor was taking my virgin ass…

He stopped there and allowing me to adjust... he grabbed my ass and squeezed my butt firmly, like he was pumping air on me with it, grab-hold-let go, grab-hold-let go... he then pushed for another inch or so, I was about to pass out from the pain, and then he pulled out.

Although I felt relief when he pulled out, I felt weird and void, an emptiness... I wanted him inside me and invading me, but the pain was unbearable...

"I think I am going to wait until our second date to take your ass properly, this is just a tease..." he said sparring me some grace.

"Oh Jamal, do whatever you want with me, I am yours... it's ok if you hurt me, I'm sure you'll enjoy and I love watching you enjoying my body..." I said almost in disbelief of what I was saying. I wanted him inside me, no matter what.

"Hahaha, I know my queen, but you'll have to wait... for now get on your knees and clean the mess"

I turned around and looked at him in the eye, with one hand I took his cock in my mouth and with the other one I started to fondle his balls, I know he loves this, and I am here to pleasure him.

Then, I started to suck and lick vigorously... the feeling of his warm cock inside my mouth, his precum and my juice was intoxicating, I left his balls alone for a second and started to rub my clit while doing the blowjob... this almost take me to another orgasm, he said abruptly "stop!"... "Keep fingering yourself, open your mouth and stick your tongue out"

He then started to slap my face and my tongue with his cock... it felt amazing, such a tease, I wanted it inside my mouth or any of my holes, but he was making me earn his cum... and that's when it occurred to me...

Proactively, I placed his cock between my boobs, I squeezed them to get a good grip of them and licked the head of his cock... the sweat, my saliva and all the fluids of our bodies served as lube for this action... his cock was sliding perfectly and I was for the first time in my life jerking off someone with my tits. It felt amazing for me and well, I was complimented by my king soon after.

"Oh baby girl, that's the spirit, oh that's good, I want to come all over you... ahhh..." He started moaning aggressively and I sped up the pace... and suddenly a rope of cum that landed across my face, it caught parts of my eye, my nose and my mouth, I didn't care, I loved it!

Second, third and fourth streams of cum landed on my breasts, then he directed his cock to my face, and I opened my mouth without hesitation or instruction, another jet landed in the vicinity of my lips and tongue and then he put his cock directly inside my mouth where I sucked the last drops of his baby batter...

I made happy moans and sounds, and even smiled, after I cleaned him up, he took a step back and I stayed there, trying to grab cum from my face and body, spreading the semen all over my chest and stomach and the semen near my face directed to my mouth.

"Come here" he extended his hand for me to stand up... and I did... he grabbed me like a rag doll and carried me like a bride on a wedding night... He walked towards the truck and put me back in the passenger seat. I felt so good, loved, protected, even infatuated with him and his gestures of sudden chivalry.

"So, where from here Queen...?" he asked me as he got into the car.

"Take me home, please..." I responded with some sadness…

"As you wish..." he said with seriousness and started driving.

Still naked, I leveraged the bench-like seat of the truck, laid myself down supporting my head on his lap and fell asleep.

I don't know how much time had passed... but we were getting close, and he woke me up.

"I charged your phone, you can put the address on the map and tell me where to take you," he said, serious but gentle.

"You had a charger!?! I said surprised but with a smile, as if I didn't regret one single bit what happened that night.

While he was driving, I put back my dress without bra or panties, and after giving him instructions we were finally at my place Amar... I guess he forgot I was out, he didn't even text, that was so unlike him, but didn't pay much attention to it.

"This was quite an experience, but I don't know if I want to keep doing it... can we exchange numbers, please..."

He took my phone out of my hand and started typing something and then I heard the text message chime.

The message to the unknown number was: You are my king, I'll never forget that.

"That's my number, we'll be in touch"

I stayed in the truck while he offloaded the Rover, and finally, he opened the door and I sprung for one last kiss...

With sadness, I walked towards our mansion and when I turned around, he was leaving the driveway... I sighed as I entered my home, a home where I now feel like a stranger.

I went to my room and took a tubbath, taking inventory of the facts and events... I felt my pussy warm... I wanted to have him once more…

I put on my soft and sexy pajamas, and I went to bed, I started rubbing my clit once more and I couldn't resist and I sent him a picture of me doing that, the message said, "A queen never forgets her king".

He responded to the message with a dickpic of his massive tool saying "I know"... I masturbated to the picture and fell asleep.

The next morning, I looked at my cellphone and I had no messages from Jamal nor Amar, so I decided to text Jamal proactively...

"I need to see you again..."

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Anupama Parameswaran

"Is it real? Am I dreaming, Anu?" Deepak pinched himself on seeing me like that.

First time in my life. I was letting someone see me in a bra. Shy, yet willing. Deepak wanted more. Sure, but not too soon. Never thought teasing would be so fun.

'What do you say? What do you think a 20-year-old student from a small town in India would do at home when parents are out? If you think I might call my boyfriend home and do kinky stuff... Err. You are wrong. Well, I do have a boyfriend, but things did not happen as you presume or as I planned. That Saturday...'

It was the last Saturday of January. My heart pounded with excitement, as I had been waiting for this day to have some private time with my sweetheart.

Deepak and I had been deeply in love since our school days. We were committed, but for college education we had to part ways. He moved to the city for engineering. I stayed back in our small town to pursue a Bachelor's in Maths. He used to visit once a semester during long holidays. However, meeting him in our town was next to impossible. Forget about meeting each other in our respective homes, even a casual talk with a guy over the phone was a taboo in our locality. There would be judgemental whispers.

Recently, a girl from my college had taken her own life. The rumour was: She had planned to elope with a guy. Her parents claimed the guy had cheated her and also had taken all her jewels. Then it came to their knowledge that she was pregnant too. No one believed it was her boyfriend's child, including him. After facing the slut-shaming, she had made her choice. There was another theory about her death as honour-killing as well. Unfortunately, her name was also Anu.

Coming back to my story... My parents were no exception. Though they were liberal within the walls of our home, outside they proudly carried the same attitude with the community. They would simply say be a Roman in Rome.

So, obviously they didn't even know about the existence of a guy called Deepak, and I was in love with him. Opening up with my parents remained a headache for the future. But we decided to get well settled in our careers and convince them.

However, we were not too nerdy or too close in our relationship. We had set our own limits.

But this weekend I decided to relax the limitations. It was my moment to enjoy every single minute with Deepak. Well, not in person though. Just via a Video Chat with him -- a private one, with no one at my home.

I had spun every possible excuse from Monday's exam to my menses. And I made my parents believe that I couldn't accompany them to the temple festival in our native village. Because during menses, women were not allowed in the temple premises.

To my bad luck, they didn't leave the house until noon, spoiling half of the day. However, my waiting ended when I ensured that their car disappeared at the far end of the street. I happily ran into our home, humming my favourite song.

I took the key from my secret spot -- an old switch box behind my used clothes bag. I opened the secret chamber in my almirah. It was full of gifts Deepak had given me, including an iPhone that he had gifted me last month on my birthday.

I switched it on and called him.

"Hello Deepak, they are gone. We can talk." It was the first thing I told him.

"I'm switching to a video call." He rushed.

We were super excited, blushing to see each other. Only lovers in a long-distance relationship could understand our elation.

Our conversation started as a normal one. But we knew where we wanted to head, and I did steer it in that direction by casually teasing him with my cleavage.

"That's my favourite..." Deepak smiled.

I covered my neckline.

"I mean the t-shirt." Deepak retracted.

That was Deepak's. I had taken it from him as a token of his memory. It looked oversized on my small frame. I stood only 5 feet 4 “ and he was almost 6.5. So the neckline revealed the gap between my softness.

As I was slim with proper curves. I had never allowed him beyond a kiss. It happened a few times whenever I visited the city to meet him. Of course, I used to cook up some reasons to escape home. We had our smooching moments in the dim shades of movie theatres. Risky. Once we had been almost caught by a staff from his college. But we had narrowly escaped.

So we dared not risk doing anything beyond kissing, even inside the four walls. The poor guy never asked. Hence, I decided to give him something, at least over a video call.

I took off the t-shirt. He was spellbound. I was super-shy, closed my face and blocked his view.

"Come on... Anu. Please..." I loved it whenever he yearned cutely.

And I loved to make him yearn for it. I folded my arms at my waist.

"Am I dreaming, Anu? First time I am seeing you in a bra. Black is always sexy!" he complimented.

"Well, let's make our first time even more special." I said as my face failed to hide my blushing. Closing my eyes, I turned away from the mobile screen. He could see my back. My fingers were trembling at the bra straps as I reached to unclasp it.

To intrude on our moment of privacy, I heard a noise. I saw a shadow through the sliver of my room's door.

"Hey, Deepak. Wait. Someone's there."

I heard Deepak say, "Maybe your parents. They must have forgotten something." His voice faded as I stepped away from the bed. I gestured to the mobile to stay quiet and tiptoed towards the door.

I could not walk out of the room in a bra and a skirt. Carefully placing my ear against the wood, I strained to eavesdrop. It was nothing but silence. A pin drop silence.

With a sudden pull of the door, I fell, almost. A big frame pinned me from behind.

'It wasn't my boyfriend trying to surprise me. It was something else to shock me. A horror! -- A Masked Man'

His big palm clamped over my mouth. I felt it nearly dislocate my jaw. The other arm locked around my body, dragging me away from my room to a corner. I wiggled.

I tried to scream in desperation, but all I could do was muffle against his palm. I tried to bite, but he overpowered me. I did not see him yet, still I could feel his giant frame towering over me. I stood as a dwarf; he could be at least a foot and a half taller than me. I felt like a fragile barbie in his grip.

"Mmmph... Mmmff..." I cried.

His huge arm brushed my breasts over my bra to wrap around my neck from behind. And the palm over my mouth smothered my mumbles. It was nearly covering my entire face.

All I felt was terror. I couldn't even register him nearly groping me. Also, his focus wasn't on my body. He sought control -- my silence.

I gave up, to catch some breath. He loosened his grip. Before I could breathe freely, he pressed a cold knife -- he took it out of nowhere. The sharp edge warned my throat. I dared not even to swallow my own saliva.

"Ssh..." he hissed. His menacing voice was a clear command: no shouting, or else. I knew it. I nodded and went silent, as he wanted.

He released my mouth slowly. I could feel the impressions of his fingers on my reddened face. He allowed a gap between us and I turned to look at him.

He was dressed in all black, in a hoodie and a full face mask. The size of the outfit did not match him. The pants: three-fourths. And he wore worn leather sandals, unfit again.

All I could see was his big eyes scanning me from head to toe. His gaze lingered momentarily on my modest breasts covered by my bralette, my slender waist, my deep navel.

It was a black, laced one and I wore a full-length floral skirt. It was meant to be a seductive look for my boyfriend, but I was standing exposed and trembling in front of this giant of a guy. I felt nude, in spite of wearing some clothing.

My instinct kicked in. I snatched a towel, the one I had carelessly thrown on the sofa after bathing. I could feel the moisture and the scent of the soap and my body in it. I draped it across my chest. I was clutching it like a shield to protect my modesty, in shame and fear.

He smirked. "Only Gold and Cash!" That's all he said.

His voice was unexpectedly smooth--not the coarse rasp that I had seen in cinemas and imagined from a criminal. "Hmm!" That followed almost like a roar when he gestured to me to sit on the sofa.

Pulling out a crumpled newspaper, he held it towards me.

"Read this," he ordered. His knife pointed to an article from last week in a neighbouring town: a man stabbed to death by a burglar after resisting and calling for help.

He pointed to the article again and then pointed to himself. It clearly conveyed the message that he was the one who stabbed the man to death.

I didn't want to end up in an article like that. He might proudly show it to the next victim.

"I will not..." before I could finish, he slapped me.

"Ssh. Speak when I tell you to!" he hissed like a serpent.

I nodded, with a hand rubbing my cheek. It burned but beneath it, a spark of defiance flickered.

'You have to think of Anu. Find a way out. The video call with Deepak popped into my mind. Maybe, just, maybe.' I thought of using it. He should be waiting for me to return. I had left the phone in my room with Deepak online. Somehow I should go there or lead this thief there.

"A good travel bag for keeping the jewels." The burglar demanded.

An idea formed: if I could take him to my room, Deepak would see my horrific situation and call the police. I need not shout or touch the phone. I think I muted his call before leaving. Did I? What if he yells after seeing me in danger?

Regardless, I could not think of any way out of this mess. If I avoid paying attention to the phone, the burglar could not recognize it. Deepak's video call felt like a lifeline.

"Bag!" he urged me. I pointed at my room.

"You first," he growled, knife still poised towards me. I dragged my steps ahead. He loomed behind me like a shadow of doom and pushed me forward. As soon as we entered my room, he slammed the door shut and latched it. Being sealed inside the small single bedroom, I looked at him cluelessly.

My eyes darted to my mobile phone on its stand, just a sneaky glance. It was facing us directly.

'Are you there, Deepak? Come on. God, Deepak, please save me.' I shouted out inside my head.

I started counting down numbers hoping that help would come anytime. I knew Deepak would not even wait for the police, he could tackle two guys like this burglar at once.

While I was daydreaming a rescue, the burglar blocked the space between me and the phone. He pointed at my trolley bag kept on top of my almirah. I tried to pull a stool to climb and get it down.

"Move." He pushed me aside and took it. He was like a ladder that needed no help.

Dropping my trolley bag on the floor, he opened and dumped my clothes out carelessly. I had most of my innerwear and party wear in it. I saw them getting scattered as rubbish. No girl would like a stranger to handle her intimate clothing. However, I seemed unbothered about anything else. He seemed to be focused on his own business.

Under the guise of hiding my undergarments from his gaze, I stole a glance at the phone screen.

My stomach dropped. Deepak had disconnected the call! Probably thinking that my parents were home, and not wanting to get me in trouble. Once disconnected he would always wait for me to call back. Our rule -- to wait till I call back. The damn fucking rule that I had insisted, and the rule fucked me back. Fury mixed with despair, upon realizing that I was all alone and no one would be coming for rescue.

'Will I survive this day?' All I wanted was to make it alive past the day.

The burglar yells, "Keys!" snapped me back.

He already opened my almirah that was just closed, I never used to lock. He wanted the key to the drawers inside it.

'There are no valuables in there--just my certificates and identity cards are there' I murmured, while looking for the keys kept under my neatly folded clothes.

The keys scraped against the metal shelf when I found them. He leaped forward and grabbed the keys, only to get disappointed very soon.

He unlocked the first drawer, impatiently checked: nothing but my certificates.

"Nerd!" He said seeing my mark sheets with high grades.

I blinked not knowing how to react. He opened the second drawer. For a moment I saw a glow in his eyes. He found jewels. But wait... the next moment he found that they were nothing but imitation jewellery, modest fashion earrings made of quills, oxidized trinkets.

"Useless like you Gen Z..." I heard him murmuring. The glow faded into darkness. I had no idea what got into his head, he turned and delivered a stinging slap on my cheek.

"Real gold!" He asked, bringing his masked face close to my face.

"You asked for a bag. I did not say gold is in this almirah." I tried to reason with him, to blame it on him for opening my almirah without asking.

"Where is it?" He held my arms and shook me.

The towel draped over my torso slipped to my waist. Again I was exposed in a bra. The black contrasted with my fair complexion gleaming golden in the afternoon yellow brightness through the tinted window glass. His eyes lingered on my body. I did not want to draw his attention from gold to my body. I swiftly covered myself by draping the towel firmly across my torso.

"It should be in my parent's almirah." I sounded weak and submissive. Never been so to anyone before. My body and soul had switched to a survival mode. 'Stay alive, Anu!'

He gripped my arm. "Go!" he ordered. His iron fist left no room for defiance from my side.

I led him to my parent's room. Every step I took forward echoed my growing panic. He could have felt my racing pulse on my arm.

'What if he finds no gold? That would be the end for me!' I imagined gore things, including his knife slitting me.

There was another reason for my panic. My parents had gone to the temple festival, and my mum... She was obsessed with flaunting her jewellery to her in-laws and the villagers. She always wore it all as a habit on occasions.

In the morning, I felt lucky for not accompanying her. 'I wish I had joined them.' I regretted my decision to stay back by afternoon. My dad had always warned her about chain snatchers and advised not to lure them by showing off jewels. But she hardly heeded to his warning. Audaciously she would wear every single ornament without fail.

I silently prayed that she had left something, anything. At least cash, so that the burglar feels satisfied. He would spare me. The thought of a brutally murdered man in the newspaper made my chest tighten. I controlled my sob, but failed.

He didn't bother asking for the keys this time. He rifled through the clothes and found the keys hidden in the same spot as in my almirah.

A smug, cheap smile in his eyes. "Predictable. Dumbasses."

I held my hands tighter with a possible death waiting for me. I prayed the cat should not jump on the wrong side of the wall.

He opened the first drawer. A stack of cash -- 100 Rupees notes, wrapped with a paper and a rubber band. A sticky note said 100 × 100 clearly.

"Just ten thousand". His face twisted, and I understood he was expecting more. He searched the drawer thoroughly. He found bank receipts -- 12 lakhs withdrawn just two days before.

"Where is this money?" He threw the receipts on my face, keeping the cash in the trolley bag.

"We just repaid a loan--Dad didn't have more. We have pledged my mother's jewels to get this loan." I tried to earn his sympathy by telling a half-truth.

And he slapped me.

"Liar!" He held my ear and asked, "Where are the jewels?"

I felt furious in spite of the pain. "I am telling the truth."

"Your father pledged the ancestral land and got the loan." He said like he knew it all.

I was taken aback. Because even I didn't know about the land. All I knew was that my father got a loan with my jewels, not my mother's. She took it all along with her for wearing during the village festival. I saw her packing them.

I thought sympathy would work, and tried to earn his grace. I miscalculated that he would feel pity on an indebted family and leave. But my plan backfired.

He opened the other drawer and checked. And the obvious worst was waiting for me. No jewels. Only papers. He threw them on my face -- Photocopies of land documents, and loan documents against the land.

'How did he know all this?' From fear my mind shifted to curiosity to know the man behind the mask. He must be someone who knows about my family.

He kept checking the old notebooks from our family events. One label caught his eye--'Anu's Puberty Ceremony.' That was two years ago. It contained the list of names and respective gift money offered by our relatives and friends. As per Indian customs, we would return the favour whenever the particular family invite us for their function; it was a cycle of obligation.

The burglar checked my curves, as the towel I wore on top revealed my waist.

"You attained age... just two years ago?" he asked with his gaze flicking to me. There was judgement in his eyes. Clearly ascertaining my body.

To divert his gaze I answered "No. It happened five years ago. The function was delayed, as my father had no money to spend on it... As he had met with an accident then..." Again I tried to play the sympathy tunes.

"Cut the crap! The jewels. Where is it?"

"My mum must have worn it to the festival."

"To the village? No one dares to wear gold in that crowd!" He said and searched the almirah again, every nook and corner.

'How does he know our native place? He must be someone I knew, or he knew us.' I should unveil his identity.

Without a word, he strode to the pooja room. He grabbed silver idols and stuffed them into my trolley bag.

He muttered something and returned to my parents bedroom. I followed him around like a helpless puppy.

"We are not rich," I mustered a whisper and said, "Please leave."

He laughed and spanked on the back of my head. It was more of an insult than to inflict any pain. That was the typical way men would disrespect women like we were nothing to them. Like a piece of trash.

"Am I a dumb-cunt like you? Every almirah has a secret chamber."

'Dumb-cunt' hit me hard. Touched my hidden ego. Everyone in my circle used to praise me for being smart including my lecturers and professors. No one ever called me dumb.

'A cheap burglar calls me a dumb-cunt! You dumb-bastard stealing people incapable of earning your meal,' I murmured within.

He grabbed my hair, just like any imbecile man would handle a female. He held my face closer and tried to listen to my murmuring.

I murmured some hymns.

He laughed again. He was looking at me like 'No god would save you!'

'Not needed. I can save myself.' A sudden rush of confidence sprouted in me. Exactly like a cat, if cornered in a locked cellar, it would fight back like a tiger. I wanted to turn from a woman to a demon. But not yet, I could not yet.

He flipped the mattress in my parents' bedroom--no keys. Then he emptied the whole almirah pulling everything out, mostly clothes. Nothing made him smile!

He grabbed the towel from my chest. He almost grabbed my bra off my breasts. His hand just brushed the fabric. He roped the towel around my neck and began choking me by pulling a knot. I could feel the pressure of suffocation.

"I know you knew it. Where is the key?" He asked after a demo of what he would do if I don't reveal.

I struggled, as the towel choked me. Eyes almost felt painful like gouged. Then he released me. Everything looked blurred. It took a few seconds to see and recognize things.

I was panting in my bra, unbothered.

"Key!" he yelled again, threatening to pull off my bra strap.

I pointed to the top of the almirah. He shoved me away and my bra straps slipped off my shoulders. One of my breasts spilled out. He did not notice as he was looking for the key. I adjusted the bra straps, swiftly. His nails bruised my shoulders. I covered my chest by crossing my arms.

He was more ruthless than I thought. One side my heart warned, 'Don't hide anything, Anu. Give him whatever he wants and leave. Let the nightmare get over.'

On the other side my ego urged, 'Don't let him go free, Anu. Find his identity. Ruin his life.'

He found the key from the spot I told him. The dust reached his nostrils through the woollen mask. He sneezed.

'Look he is just another man, Anu. Allergic to dust. He is not invincible. You are more than the dust to cause harm. Look for clues.' My ego guided me, ignoring all the warnings of my senses.

He unlocked the secret chamber under the drawer with ease.

"Gold!"

The jewels were laid flat on the rack. They were worth over thirty lakhs with the recent hike in the gold rate.

'That's all your father's hard-earned wealth. Years of toil behind it. Stop it, Anu!'

'How can I stop such a beast? He will kill me for sure.'

While an argument was going on inside me, I heard him saying something and giggling.

"Climax Delay Ultra Thin. Non-latex condom!" he read aloud, picking a pack of two condoms from the same secret chamber.

He looked at me. "Know what this is?"

'Wish your father used one. You son of a bitch!' I stood silent, embarrassed.

"How old is your father?" he asked sheepishly.

Silence was my answer again. He didn't press further, but just pocketed the condom pack casually.

My face fell seeing him bagging all the gold. All our wealth would be gone soon.

'Not if I stop him... somehow... my family would be grateful, proud of me. But he was too strong, a menace.' I was lost in thoughts.

Still my ego whispered in my mind, stronger than the fear he instilled. 'You need not be a superhero to stop him, Anu, just be smart. Find a way just to identify the person inside the mask! That's enough!'

"Don't try anything smart," the burglar warned near my ear. His voice was a low rumble, sending ice through my veins. "I'm a man of my word. I got what I wanted. I'll leave with a trace. If you create any trouble, I won't hesitate pressing my knife straight into that soft belly."

His words sounded different altogether, when he said 'soft belly.' He must have felt my waist when he manhandled me before. Terror gripped me. My body was shaking as I shook my head 'no', acknowledging that I won't cause any trouble.

He overpowered my ego, that just blossomed to work against him. I felt puny and powerless. My courage was curling inward into a protective shell of fear.

He examined one of the jewellery methodically, like an appraiser in a bank. "Pure." He validated them. Still, he grumbled about the lack of 916 hallmarks on some older jewels.

"Outdated. Must be your mother's" he identified and asked me, "Where are yours?"

"My father pledged it at the bank to repay that loan. Didn't I say so?" I replied, a bit annoyed at his greed.

His hand flew out, slapping me hard across the face. Stronger than before. "No stories. He had pledged land." he snarled.

He rushed to my room with my trolley bag. I followed him, tasting a drop of blood on my lip. My ego resurged.

I realized he wanted to check my almirah's secret chamber. I saw him searching for the key on the top of the almirah first -- there was nothing.

"Key!" he raised his hand again.

I stopped him. Blocking his hand for the first time. Just a reflex action, not a defensive or a combat move. I wish I had learned Karate or Jujitsu to fight him back.

I still chose to fight him back with the truth. There were no jewels in the secret chamber. I could show it to him. Prove that I was telling the truth.

"You can check." I showed him where the key was. I pointed to the used clothes bag.

"Get it." He said, but stopped me abruptly. Why? He might be thinking that I could have hidden something inside the pile of clothes -- a mobile, or a pepper spray. I wish I had something to burn his eyes.

He was taking out my worn clothes one by one, until he reached my underwear. He lifted a panty to his nose, inhaling deeply.

'Pervert!'

He dropped it seeing me watching him sniffing. "Key?"

Gathering a sliver of courage, I stepped closer to snatch my clothes from his grip. I dragged the used clothes bag aside. Behind it hung a dummy electrical switchboard on the wall. It was dangling from a single screw. I twisted it open, revealing the hidden box. The key inside it. I handed it to him and sat on the bed.

"You can check" I said looking into his eyes, feigning audacity.

However, my heart pounded, fearing that I should not provoke him more. But also I was determined not to be cringing anymore like a coward.

"Not so dumb," he said after snatching it from me and unlocking the chamber.

'No!' A new panic hit me. 'All the gifts from Deepak!'

I stashed them there, secretly hiding from my parents. Nothing pricey to the burglar, but for me: priceless assets. They were nothing but humble adolescent days gifts: sticker bindis, greeting cards, kerchiefs, chocolates wraps, love letters we exchanged, hairbands, preserved roses, a steel ring etched with our names and other simple collections -- a memoir of our early days of love.

Of course, I was scared that the burglar might trash them out. But my worst fear was something else.

A vibrator!

An intimate gift from Deepak for my recent birthday.

I recollected the glow in his eyes when he spotted the condoms in my parent's almirah earlier. A vibrator would be even kinky for him. Unsure of the consequences, I stood helpless. I prayed silently, hoping the monster would overlook it in search of valuables.

He rifled through everything. "Silly," he discarded items at me; including the vibrator, that fell on the floor. Relief! I thanked God... He didn't recognize it.

But he caught my sigh. "What?"

"I... Didn't I tell you so?" I fumbled for words, meeting his gaze. "Dad... pledged my jewels in the bank."

He read me, his red eyes scanned my body language. "Truth," he accepted.

When I saw him doing the final check and packed the valuables safely in the trolley bag, I thought the nightmare was finally over. Yet, I felt sad to see our family's wealth being robbed and all I could do was nothing but witness it.

Then he meticulously wiped his fingerprints from every surface: the almirah, doors, and the handles. He wanted to stay incognito.

'You are scared of getting caught. Just act fearless, you coward.' I thought sarcastically.

"May I tell you what you are thinking now?" he asked.

"What?"

"You think I am stupid not to wear gloves. Don't you?" he asked.

I did not blink an eye.

"I'm allergic to latex. That's why I took the latex free condoms!" He explained. It seemed out of context for me.

He opened my room's door and strode out, leaving my trolley bag right there. I was all alone. It was less than a minute, but seemed ample time for me to quickly grab my phone and press the SOS button. I almost did it. It took a few seconds for me to deduce the idea. And that was the mistake. I should have done it in a flash. All I could do was touch the phone and retract.

He barged into my room with his knife in one hand and holding a neat set of formal clothes in another hand. My father's!

"Size matters. Almost perfect." He compared my dad's clothing over him and laid them on my bed.

He stripped off his T-shirt, track pants right there, and stood in his underwear. He was so casual as if I didn't exist. He was hairy like a bear, all over his body. Mostly grey hairs, and his subtle tummy suggested that he should be in late 40s. Not so chiselled like typical hunk thieves I saw in cinemas. He was fair with a T patterned hairline on his back. Every detail was a clue to me.

I pretended not to notice him but I snapped his image in my memory.

"Hey!" he ordered, "fold these."

That pissed me off, and I thought of pouncing on the bed to pick the knife and attack him with it. But I felt it in my bones that he could easily out-power me. Any aggression against him would be my death sentence. I did not want to write one with my own hand.

So, I folded his used t-shirt and track pants. It smelled of chemicals, not just one but many.

'Not a perfume. I knew this smell, the stench on my nostrils. Pungent.' The odour I was long aware of since school days. But I could not zero in on it exactly.

Meanwhile, I failed to notice that my towel had slipped ajar to reveal my side breast through the lace bra. I was pondering about the odor. Then I noticed lust burning in those eyes.

I adjusted the towel hastily, though it barely concealed my curvy waist.

He muttered something. I did not listen properly.

"Condoms," he repeated, "in my pants."

I paused, then took it out from his discarded track pants' pocket. Picking up the condom pack and handing it over to him was embarrassing to the core. My fingers trembled.

He just wore his shirt. I could not avoid noticing the bulge inside his boxers. Intimidating one. His fingers brushed against mine when he grabbed the condom pack from me. I felt it was worse than him manhandling me a while ago.

He kept the condom pack in his shirt pocket and wore the pants, tucked in the shirt. He was transforming into a respectable professional in front of my eyes. Of course the mask was still hiding his face.

"How do I look?" he asked in a soft voice. Unlikely the burglar voice that was menacing me all the time.

I said nothing, saw him smirking again, evident in his gaze.

"Your father has shoes?" he asked, after removing his sandals and padding barefoot towards the main door.

I did not know, that one step he took would be changing my fate forever. Also, I did not know that I would be cursing all the gods that had thanked a moment ago.

What happened? His damn foot! He stepped on it. On the vibrator. And the silly thing buzzed under his foot. The vibrations jolted his massive frame.

"What the--" He said. Bent down, and picked it up. He tried to twist it up. "Thought it was a lipstick" he muttered.

"Actually... That..." I stammered.

"I know... it's not lipstick. This one... You stick it between your lips?" After a long stare at me, he laughed pointing at my crotch.

Embarrassment flooded me. I could not stop the memories of the private moments with the intimate toy. My secret had ended up in his hands!

I felt exposed. My shy heart retreated Deepaker into itself.

"Please," I whispered, begging with a broken voice. "You've got everything. Please leave. I beg you."

There was no mirth in his laugh. It conveyed his control over me. It conveyed 'Hey! I know your dirty secret now!'

"I was leaving. But this... it intrigues me. Yours?" He waved the vibrator to me, teasing like giving it back to me.

"That's **censored**," I said, trying to grab it from him. He raised his hand high beyond my reach.

"Ooo... **censored**? Interesting..." He teased me again like showing a toy to a monkey to grab.

I tried once, twice and failed a few times to get it back. I surrendered with pleading. "Please..."

He gestured to the bed. "Sit. We need to talk." His voice sounded completely different then. Maybe his actual voice?

He forced me to sit on the bed by pressing my shoulders. Then he pulled my study chair closer, and sat opposite to me like an interrogating officer. He placed the knife on the study table attached to the chair. That was a reminder to me that he could use it anytime at will.

His demeanour shifted subtly. Somehow professional, almost educated, as if he had done it a thousand times. Interrogating seemed to be his cup of tea. His posture conveyed it all.

Who was he without this mask? He should be a man who would slip into normalcy after terrorising lives? My mind raced. I was assessing him despite the fear of him assessing me.

"My job is done. I got what I came for," he said evenly.

"Then leave..." I pleaded.

"I will. But toys like this always intrigued me. Are they better than the human touch?"

"You said you were man of your word. So, leave as you got the valuables."

"I want to know how worthy this vibrating thing is!"

"Well... Five questions. Answer like it's a viva. Then I leave."

"No... I'm scared... Please..." I begged.

"Anu? Is the name correct?"

I nodded.

"Listen Anu. I ask. You answer. Simple. We... You do it all the time in college right?"

He was talking more now, unlike the cold-blooded burglar persona. I wanted to extend and extract the conversation with him. Just bait... Maybe he would leak some info. Maybe someone might knock on my door. Maybe some miracle could happen to save our wealth. So many things ran through my mind.

"The mask... it scares me, actually." I threw the bait.

"Okay..." He took his hand towards the mask and continued, "But I have to kill you before leaving" His reply was so casual and calm, fingers teasing the knife's edge.

"No." I shook my head frantically and said, "I... I will... answer your questions."

"Good. But know the rules. No lies. No skipping. No cross-questions. No arguments. I'm a man of my word. Also, a man who hates people who break my rules. Understood?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Good. The 1st question: Who gave you this?"

"My boyfriend," My answer came instantly.

He picked up one of the love letters from the floor. Skimmed through it and said, "Childish words. But the gifts! Not so childish. Neither are you?"

"Is that the second question?"

He flung the love letter with full force at my face. Then he slapped my cheek. "No cross-questions."

The way he sent the paper flying... Mannerism... It screamed a teacher, a lecturer, or someone used to commanding silence in a classroom. I had seen that pattern in professors, the way they crushed exam papers with disdain.

'Anu. This is working.' My confidence surged inside me to unveil his identity.

"Have you used it, and if yes, how often?" He paused and clarified, "This is the 2nd question."

That was so **censored** and invasive. I wanted to skip the question.

"That's two questions nested as one." I sought clarity.

He raised his hands.

"Sorry, sir. I will answer." I escaped his slap. I addressed him as Sir out of classroom instinct. "Yes, sir. I used it. But not often, only when parents are not home." I rushed through the words quickly to avoid the embarrassment of confessing intimate details.

"Sir?" There was an unexpected pat from him on my bare shoulder. "I like it." His eyes bloomed.

I almost confirmed burglary was not his wanted thing. I guessed him to be a teaching professional, yet not sure.

"Planned to use it today?" he pressed.

I almost asked him the third question. But I bit my tongue and stopped.

"Answer," he barked.

"No," I lied.

"Lie!" He found it. "Gen Z girls like you... Do fun with boyfriends on weekends when parents are not around. Invited your guy?"

Holding a thread of courage, I asked, "You said only five questions," as he was breaking his rules.

He stood abruptly and landed two slaps in quick succession. "Don't tell me how to do my job! I'll answer the mandatory questions."

Pain radiated on my entire head. But his ego burst out as a confirmation.

'A teacher's ego! No doubt.' I confirmed. 'He cannot mask his true self forever, Anu. Provoke him.' -- My mind guided me. I started drawing a plan. 'Play along, Anu, call him 'sir,' test the waters safely.'

"Sorry, sir," I murmured, feigned fake respect and drooped my head down.

His eyes softened fractionally. I spotted a satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

Inside me, I allowed a secret smirk. My humility had nudged a balance, calming him down. I didn't know how yet, but it worked. A subtle power shift was happening. Not like I could control him but found a way to tame his aggression -- pretend docile and feared. The helpless girl in me was evolving into something bolder. But on the outside I showed him a helpless scared kitten version of mine.

"The 3rd question: Is he your only boyfriend, or do you have boy besties?"

This time I did not feign. "Sir... I'm not lying," I prefaced. Then continued, "He's an assistant lecturer in my college. Before that, he was my senior. Later he joined my college as a teaching staff for me. We are committed since my first year... We have plans to get married. And, I don't have any boy besties, sir."

"Every bitch is honest until she gets caught red-handed," he scoffed, disbelieving. But he sighed later. "So, you are not a bitch? Fine!"

I spun a lie along with the truth and it worked. He bought it. My boyfriend was not a lecturer. We were of the same age, and I had my own reason behind the fabrication. That was my first moral victory in manipulating the burglar... 'Time to make him believe in me, more.'

"But wait..." he resumed, "What is your boyfriend's qualification?"

"Number four, Sir?" I asked in a flow.

Again a slap. I lost count of the slaps I got from him. But this one was softer than the previous ones.

"Sorry Sir," I held my cheeks and said, "B.Tech. Electrical and Electronics Engineering, Assistant professor. He is a topper sir, so my college offered a placement."

"Nerd loves a nerd. So do I." His eyes wrinkled, almost shy.

'Disgusting,' I almost commented, but said something else. "You can say that, but I love him for his gentleness."

"That's almost red. Sorry, Anu" he said, but it was not sounding as an apology, but as an excuse to feel my cheeks. "I'm gentle unless provoked. Also, a topper, like your guy." He continued feeling my cheeks.

I would endure a slap than him caressing me like this. However, getting more information about him was the key. With or without his knowledge he was spilling the beans. Topper! -- He admitted it.

"Okay. Let's move forward. The 4th question. Are you ready?"

I was desperate to end his nonsense and said, "Yes, sir."

"Hey, Anu. 'Are you ready' was not my fourth one. Ha ha."

That was a poor joke only he could laugh at. He was giggling as if he had heard the best joke from a standup comedian. He expected me to laugh. I smiled for the sake of it. But my smile died after hearing his actual fourth question.

"The 4th one: How do you use it? Show me! Practical now."

He threw the vibrator at me. The small device landed on my lap like a bomb, ticking to detonate my fragile hopes. My heart stopped in panic.

'What does he mean? Show him? But... how?' I could not even answer myself, let alone respond to him. From embarrassing questions, which I thought I could go through with some hiccups, he twisted it into a humiliation beyond my imagination.

Tears burned in my eyes. "Sir..." I stammered. My voice cracked. "How do I?"

"That was the fourth question," he said, his tone unyielding, back to his burglar mode. "You can't skip. Use it. Show me how."

"Please..."

He picked the knife. "I'm not slapping you this time, Anu." He stood up from the chair.

"No... No..." I panicked. Terrified thinking that he was going to hurt me with the knife.

But he searched the floor for the vibrator's remote. During my bad time, he found the remote.

"Okay. This seems simple. Just four buttons. I will help you." He sat on my bed next to me. "Electronics... Not my expertise. On/off? These two are speed up/down? And this one is mode... Right?" He sounded like a cunning fox.

I looked at him helpless.

"Am. I. Right?" He stressed bringing his menacing eyes closer to mine.

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

"Now demonstrate," he commanded.

"Sir... You can take it if you want. Please," I begged. I didn't know where all the resurgent courage had gone then.

He grabbed my hair, fistful and pressed my head on the study table. "Listen bitch. I'm a male. I don't have a cunt like you to shove it inside. Plus, I don't have a wife or student-girlfriend like your lecturer BF does. So I can't gift it to anyone. So you are showing it how! Now!" He pressed my jaws for an answer.

"Okay..." I mumbled.

Only then he released me. I sat up with saliva trailing between the table and my mouth, like my last hope.

'I'm not leaving you bastard. You are not walking free!' Steadfast, I put my hair into a bun. 'Who are you, scum? Reducing a woman to a plaything? I don't know how many you had victimized. But I would be the last one you messed with!' I wiped my helplessness along with my tears.

'I'm not going down, without taking you down, you son of a bitch.' I almost murmured.

"Stop crying. I will make this fourth question easier. I give you two choices. Option A: You can keep the towel and the skirt. But give me the bra and panties. Option B: You can keep the bra and panties, but give me the towel and the skirt."

'Fuck your options!' I did not say it, but my eyes conveyed it with a death stare.

"You must pick an option." He made it clear.

"I have already picked my option." I said in a cold voice.

'I'm gonna pull the rug out from under. Expose your face behind the mask to the world.' This was the option I had picked already.

"A or B?" His voice cut through my silence.

I stood. Turned around. Removed my panties and bra. Ensured that he did not see anything beyond the towel and skirt.

"Smart...You picked A. Now use it." He pressed the vibrator in my hand.

He turned around. Just a mocking gesture of 'courtesy.' I thought of using his momentary lack of attention and running out of the room and latching him inside.

'You don't have that much time to do it, Anu. If you fail to latch, if he stops you, that's it. End of the story.' I got a stern warning from my subconscious mind.

"Don't misjudge, I'm careless," he said over my shoulder. "Go ahead, run or call for help. Everyone in this street is having a siesta. You, too, can have one, after I leave."

"My parents may return anytime." I warned him.

"From villege? Not before tomorrow evening?" He laughed.

My breath hitched... How did he know their itinerary? Acquaintance? Family friend? So he wasn't a stranger; he chose my house well planned. I already collected some clues. He was a jigsaw, but not unsolvable.

"Do it! Or should I help you insert it?" He said and turned to look at my eyes.

I turned away, lifted my skirt with trembling hands. Shame was like bathing in lava. But I did it to escape the mad man from taking any advantage of my reluctance. I would not lie about the unwanted sensations while inserting the vibrator inside my folds. It did. But it didn't matter to me.

I adjusted my skirt's waist band, tied it higher to cover my navel. My eyes squeezed shut.

"Done?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Turn around" He ordered.

I feigned deafness to his words.

He walked around and lifted my chin. My eyes still closed, head bowed, shame flooding me.

"Sit," he insisted. I obeyed and just sat lifeless.

He pulled the chair and sat closer. Then he turned on the vibrator using the remote. Sensations hit. My body could not differentiate who was operating the device, and it was responding between my thighs. I closed my eyes, gripping the bedsheet. A Tripartite war started amongst my fear, my arousal, and my determinacy.

"Tickling?" he asked.

I didn't bother replying to him. Instead, I covered my breasts over the towel. The thin cotton fabric without a bra underneath did nothing to hide the erect nipples.

He cycled the vibration modes randomly. He was watching my face like a specimen. Goosebumps showed, against my willpower. I was slowly losing control. Arousal got an extra edge.

Inside, I screamed, 'Stop it, Anu, please, do not react.' But outwardly, I stood as a statue, fighting with all my determinacy to deny him any gratification. My consciousness overtook arousal.

"Are we playing, statue game?" he got pissed off and switched off the vibrator. "Are you alive?" he asked.

I opened my eyes. Still not meeting his eyes, I said, "I did what you asked for."

"No. I'm not impressed," he growled, shifting beside me. "Failed. Do it from square one. Properly."

He held the remote in one hand and the knife in the other as a second remote to control me.

"Do it," he hissed at my ear, his breath hotter than the weather.

"Please understand. Stop doing this. I feel uneasy." I conveyed my unwillingness.

"Really?" He pulled off the towel from my torso and made me topless. "Uneasy? I made it easy."

He saw my nipples hardened before I crossed my arms to cover my breasts.

"But your body loves it, I guess. Stop lies, you bitch." He said and brought the knife between my crossed arms. He gestured with the knife that I was not allowed to cover my breasts.

"You lied. So stay topless." He said to my breasts.

I saw his eyes ogling at my nipples. He switched on the vibrator again and increased the speed to maximum.

As he said, my body could not lie. My nipples were touting on my firm boobs. They were not heavy enough to sag. He was drawn towards me. I saw his eyes ogling at my body. Mesmerized. His fingertips almost brushed my skin.

I groped, instead of covering my breasts with both hands. Acted aroused, to check his reaction. He did not complain. I was covering myself in the pretext of kneading. Still, he was enjoying the scene.

I found a sliver of weakness in him, where I can sneak in and peel off his mask.

'Expose him! Anu. Don't spare him. You may not have the strength to outpower him. But you can debilitate him with your beauty. When it comes to Beauty vs. Beast. Beauty always wins.' My inner self gave me the final verdict to go for the kill, but kill him softly.

I buried the shy girl deep inside my soul and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Really?" He was surprised.

"Yes. I want to get it done ASAP. I want you to leave."

"I'm a man of my word." He seemed to repeat the phrase out of habit. "Just one more question. You answer it and I will leave."

"Ask it then..."

"Not now..." He said and placed his hand on my right breast. Cupped it, and it fit fully in his palm, nothing spilled. Too big for my petite one.

"Don't hurt me." I made it clear.

He was gentle. Softer. Unlike the burglar I saw so far. The shy girl in me faded further, boldness emerged with just one mission: 'Expose him!'

I dropped my other hand that was covering my left boob. He immediately brought his other hand to it. He started kneading my breasts, his big fingers were exploring their contours and softness of them. He nibbled my nipples between fingers. The afternoon glow from the tinted window revealed all the details he wanted to see.

But he missed the fact that I was observing him closely -- every detail.

His hands were not calloused like someone who toiled or spent hours working out or in a laborious job. I spotted stains of marker ink on his fingernails. Mostly blue, red and green -- a typical colour code in India: Teach in blue. Evaluate in red. Sign in green if you're high ranked. It solidified my gut-wrenching suspicion: the monster was an experienced Teaching Professional. 'Not the first one in India. But it was the first time I had seen one.' I wanted to spit on his face, so I let it drool on his hands.

He eased me onto my back. The bed creaked with his weight beside me. He applied my saliva from my lips to my nipples. He was drawn to my beauty, like a moth to a flame. But I was a wildfire inside, ready to burn him.

He wanted his lips and mouth on my breasts. I could feel the urge of lust killing him softly. He tried to suck my nipples with the mask on. It was not sufficient. I knew.

'Come on. Take off the mask you, son of a bastard.' I muffled, while pressing my chest to his face, arching my back subtly.

On the other hand, I was wrestling my own body, with the lingering vibrator still doing its work inside my pussy. I was not going to succumb to the arousal like any other woman.

'Only you could put an end to this monster.' My determinacy gave me all the strength to stay focused despite my bodily arousal. My body became my formidable weapon. My arousal and my determinacy became allies against my fear.

He almost took off the mask, planted his lips on my breast. I felt his raw skin on me. Half of the woollen mask was pulled up to his nose. But he stopped. Did not lift his face to avoid giving me any glimpse of his face. He pulled the mask down and covered his face again.

Grabbing my towel from the floor, he blindfolded me. Tight knots behind my head, the pressure would cause migraine very soon. He clearly did not want me to see his face. He might have thought a blindfold would push me into darkness. But I was looking at the bright side.

'He would remove his mask. Wait for your moment -- the split second. See his face!' My plan was working.

Still, I could see the movement of shadows through the bright blindness -- opaque, not dark. I sensed sudden movements without feeling a touch before my eyes.

'I played this game in my childhood, you piece of shit! Testing me that I'm not seeing you?' I laughed inside.

"Fine," he murmured. His voice was clearer than before.

Did he remove it? Warm breath on my skin confirmed it. It travelled from my navel to my midriff, then neck, and it went to my earlobes. I realised the scoundrel was sniffing me like a hound.

I suddenly felt a chill on my stomach. Metal. Sharp. The knife. Like a warning!

"Be good. I am not tying your hands. I want a girlfriend experience. So treat me like your lecturer boyfriend. Call me, 'sir'..." He hissed and sucked my earlobe.

I endured it. Waiting for the prey to get into the cage trap and take the bait.

His licking moved to my neck from earlobes, and then to my face.

'Bitch!' He murmured. Before planting his lips on mine. I felt like puking. So, I closed my lips tighter. He applied pressure with his teeth to gain access.

I felt one of his teeth cold as ice, while the rest were warm. 'Must be an implant -- metal one.' I was sure about it because I had my last molar implanted.

Then I opened my mouth. He sucked my lips one by one. I responded by kissing him back, mostly tracing his teeth with my tongue and found that his canines on the upper jaw were implants. Different from other ones. Guessing his age, men of his generation usually preferred golden ones.

'Gotcha!' I added one more evidence to my list.

Done with the disgusting kiss! I bit his lips harder. He stopped kissing. "Easy, bitch!" he said, lifting his weight off me.

His evil blood was on my lips. I spit and wiped it clean on the pillow that rested my head on. He did not notice that it seemed. I positioned my head over the spot, to cover the evidence -- his blood sample!

He eased himself and moved to my breasts. He was doing everything he could do with my softness. Old style foreplay of licking, sucking, nibbling. Time blurred. I was numb, felt nothing after a point. Added to this the vibrator's hum inside my flesh, remained a constant torment.

After what felt like an eternity, he paused. "One of the best I've ever had," he said, complementing my breasts.

'I am not your fucking prey, sucker!' I almost uttered it. But his words... 'One of the best...' So I was not the first as I had predicted-- 'how many others? How many lives did he shatter before?' I had no idea who the victims were. But I would be the last one he would ever dare to touch.

I felt his fingers tracing around my navel. "Are you a virgin?" he demanded.

I froze. How could I answer? What could I answer? Admitting the truth would invite the worst.

'Perverts like him would love to ravish a virgin. A fetish to claim it first. Don't admit the truth, Anu.' My subconscious mind waved the red flag.

"Answer me, Anu." He was surprisingly gentle and took the knife off my stomach.

"Sir..." I swallowed a glob of my saliva and requested, "Only if it's your fifth and last question, I'll answer it. And you should leave, as promised, as you are a man of your word!" I countered. I was well-prepared for a slap.

He laughed instead of slapping. He lay next to me, rested his arm on my chest with a soothing rub. His breath disturbed my ears. He hissed, "Depends on your answer, Anu. I'll decide to leave or not. As of now, it is not the fifth question. You may skip answering if you wish."

Anger flared inside me. 'Man of words! Fuck you, man of shit. Liar!' I cursed him with all the cuss words I could search for.

"Then I am not answering it, sir. Only if you make it the fifth question, I will answer. Else. No. Sir. Sorry." I played with polite words, trying to negotiate with him.

"Well..." No slap came as I anticipated. Again he showed a compliant gesture. I exhaled big thinking that my way of softening him was working. Then his words shattered all my assessments.

"Fine. You need not tell. I will check it."

Before I could react or guess his next move, he yanked down my skirt -- the last piece of fabric on my body. He almost tore it. Shock paralysed me. I felt the warm afternoon air chilling on my nude body.

I took my hands to cover my pubic mound -- a natural shy reflex. I was not a slut who would lie nude in front of a stranger. Only my eyes were blindfolded, not my consciousness. The panic inside my vagina almost crushed the vibrator.

With his strength, he parted my thighs. He was doing it slowly and insistently. Wider and intimately.

'That's not a woman's weakness. If there is any ultimate weapon in her artillery that would be her womanhood. For every invasive move, I will make you pay the price, bastard.' I vowed to myself and gave up. I allowed him to trespass into my forest as he brushed the pubic hair on my mound with his fingers. It was more of a stubble than hair. I shaved it a week ago.

He lifted my legs, pulled to turn me. The opaque blindness turned brighter through my blindfold. His thumbs parted my labia. I felt both his hands on my pussy. His breath was hot as a furnace. I realized the scumbag was checking for my hymen to validate my virginity.

'You outdated moron! A vibrator is ringing inside my pussy. I did an effortless insertion. And you are searching for what? Hymen!' I realized he was the dumbest when it comes to female anatomy.

My pussy spat out the vibrator by convulsing its inner walls. I did it. Still, the dumbass was looking at my hole, feeding his fetish in the name of identifying my status of virginity.

'No man could ever ascertain the truth about a girl's virginity unless she admits it. Even doctors fail at times.' Amid the moment of shame, sarcasm emerged out of nowhere.

"I am not a virgin as you expect!" I said it like a confession.

He dropped my legs, and felt relieved from the stretch.

"Yes. You are not. I could see it." He acknowledged.

'You're an OG dumbass! I lied.' I smirked within when he echoed the lie. I never had sex before with a guy. I just used my own fingers; the vibrator was the new arrival.

I sat up. There was no sign of him on the bed. A pin-drop silence. I guessed he had left. So I took my fingers closer to my face, trying to open the blindfold.

"I am watching you bitch!" His voice warned. "Open it if you want to die."

The menace was not over yet!

"I thought... thought... you had left." I reasoned.

"Not without asking the fifth question, Anu." I felt his voice closer. His hands on my legs again. "Glad you're unsealed. Who unlocked you?" he asked.

I was not in a frame of mind to think about his approach or what he is up to. I thought he would leave if I was not a virgin. But he didn't.

He pushed me onto the bed, flat on my back. "Please..." I whispered, anticipating something worse to happen.

No heed to my pleading. I felt his bare thighs brushing against my arms. He took my hand to his, I felt it, his Cock. He was all nude, I sensed. I had no idea when he undress. But he was stark naked. My fingers trembled around his cock. Semi-erect.

"If you were untouched, I would have just kissed you there. Tasted your flavour. By now I would have been long gone..." the scumbag was conversing with me; with his limp cock trying to gain some size in my hand.

"Anu... You must know this. I don't claim virgins. Fucking them is a bloody mess and I can't see blood." That was another strange confession from him.

'What about the brutal murder that you claimed as yours in the newspaper? Lie? Could be. To instill fear in me?' I was thinking something else when he held my hand and stroked his member. Being a member was almost hard now. For the first time in my life I was holding one in real life.

He was not done with his pep-talk yet. "Also, I don't like tasting the leftovers of other guys. Else I would have given you the best cunnilingus of your life. Sorry, I am a tidy orthodox man." He paused and continued, "But I'm open to receiving it." It took some time for me to understand what he meant.

Right at the moment I uttered "NO," he put it in my mouth. I pushed him away, tried to seal my lips in defiance. But he opened my mouth clenching my jaws and placed his dick's head in. I could have shown my bite force and cut his head off. Knowing that he brought the knife to my neck. The metal piece of shit made me comply.

I had no experience in giving a blowjob. Tears reached the corner of my mouth. I could not fake courage, even within myself.

'Anu! Don't let your fear win you!'

I did not bite, but used my teeth to make it rough. Uneasy for him. I pretended to puke, gagged.

"Ouch!" He pulled the vile thing out of my mouth. "You are the worst cocksucker! Learn it from your boyfriend, slut." He slapped me this time.

My teeth might have hurt him.

"Lucky I'm not bleeding. Can't you speak up? You don't know shit about pleasing a dick!"

That dumbass asked the dumbest question again. 'How can I speak with your filthy cock in my mouth? You pig brained!' I spit instead of words, clearing all his filth off my mouth. I felt better that he had not released his cum inside my mouth. For sure, I would have bitten off his cock if he had done it.

"It's getting late," I heard his voice again at a distance. He was not on my bed. I did not jump to any conclusion and did nothing to open my blindfold this time. I waited.

"They would be waiting for me. Work at five." His murmuring was clear and approached closer than before.

A sudden pull. I was dragged by my legs to the edge of the cot.

"Let's get it done fast." I heard him, as he was making my legs into an M. I heard his voice shifting to the space between my legs.

Without a warning, he entered me. His hard cock tore me through. Pain in my pussy.

"You ruthless scum! Aah!" I shouted. Yelled.

"Stop whining, you slut! Been a long time with a cock? I can see it on your face. Ha ha." He laughed holding my thighs on his shoulders and continued going deep.

I grabbed the pillow and bit it to endure the tormenting. After a few strokes, my body responded with the much-needed lubrication. Then it got easier. The friction is reduced. I relaxed to accommodate him, so the pain subsided.

He groped my breasts. Spanked my bum gently.

"Are you wearing a condom at least?" I dared to ask him.

"Can't you feel it?"

"Stop asking fucking questions, you bastard. Condom on? Or not?" I yelled.

He did not react aggressively with his cock in my control. "Yes. Your father's condom. Fantasize him if you want." He giggled.

"Shut the fuck up!" I tried to lose the tangle.

"I'll shut after fucking you up, Anu," He laughed like a psychopath.

Soon his speed slowed down.

"Oh... Anu. You are so hot and tight!" He moaned.

I hated him as he called me names again and again while moaning like a donkey having sex.

"Anu... I am tired. Oh..." He shoved his thing deep inside me.

"Then get off me if you can't." I managed to kick his tummy and pushed him off. My pussy was like catching its breath. Relieved as his hard one slipped out.

"I wish I had you in my prime. Now it has become 50 vs 20! Just need a break." He confessed his age. I heard his vicious laugh that annoyed me to the core.

"You're done right? Leave me."

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"My fifth question is pending..." he placed his finger on my lips.

"Ask. I'll answer." I almost took off the blindfold, desperate to see his face. I feigned doing it out of tiredness.

"Anu... I'm just tired of fucking you. Open it, I will kill you."

"I want this to end."

"Sure. Give me a happy ending. It's your turn now, Anu."

I was clueless on what he meant. The scoundrel laid next to me on my very own bed, directing my body to get on top of him.

"Ride me, slut."

I felt his voice was weak and tired. He might be or might not be as weak as he sounded. But I saw one last ray of hope to make him even weaker and steal my opportunity -- to see his face.

New energy surged in me. I fumbled, but sat on his stomach.

This time my hands guided his cock into my pussy. I felt a gush of my wetness coating the inside walls. It was not easy to shove his thick one inside mine. At this angle, it seemed a lot bigger than before, definitely multiple times larger than the vibrator, which was as small as my index finger.

The girth was almost like my wrist. I could not wrap it around with my fingers. The head was like a blunt mushroom, stretching me to the new limits.

So I did it slowly. I progressed from quarter, half, three-fourth and then fully in. Once I got it deep inside me, I felt it was easy.

"You remind me of my wife's tight cunt when we fucked for the first time." He was merely moaning it.

I increased my pace; moving up and down. Heaving hips. Gasping breath. Still vigorous.

"You said you don't have a wife? Are you dreaming?" I shot out my question while riding him with the full energy of my youth. I saw him weaker for the first time.

"She is no more. With my eyes closed, I could see her in you." He admitted.

'Open the eye mask, Anu. He is not watching you. Dreaming with his eyes closed.' An urge surged in me.

But his words snatched that opportunity instantly.

"You look beautiful, Anu. I wish my bitch had such breasts like yours." He fondled my breasts that jiggled in my moves.

'Not yet. Wait for the right moment.' I murmured.

Then I threw an open-ended question, "Really?"

"She was no match. Cheated on me and committed suicide."

For a split second I felt pity on him.

"I pushed her off the terrace to fulfil her last wish. Ha Ha..." He confessed a murder!

My grace died the very next second. I buried any last ounce of humility for the sickest person I had ever known.

I clenched my inner walls and gripped his cock. I wish my pussy had teeth like I saw in a Hollywood horror flick. I was fucking him vengefully. I wanted to end the crap at once.

"Your father's climax-delay condom is working well. Hope it is not torn. Else you'll have my baby. Ha ha." Again the wicked smile I hated the most.

I felt his finger splitting my pussy lips. Maybe he was trying to look at his cock working on my pussy, or checking if the condom was intact. Bugger!

"No! No!" he screamed like a scared kitten. Almost feminine voice.

"What?!" I yelled, pausing for a moment.

"Blood! Blood! All over me." He tried but failed to push me off. "Are you a virgin?" he asked.

"No. You are bigger! I am not used to this big one." I lied.

"Whatever. I can't see blood. Since my wife... Her head... Smashed... No... No... Anu..." He cried.

"If you can't see blood, close your eyes. I will finish it sooner," I said and started riding him faster.

"Anu... Anu... No... Anu..." He moaned.

'His eyes are closed now. This is the moment!' My gut feelings said.

There were only two outcomes: If his eyes were open, that would be my end. If his eyes were closed, that would be his end.

I dared death. Without wasting seconds, I pulled the blindfold down.

I SAW HIS FACE. YOU!? -- I recognised.

I swiftly pulled up the blindfold and pretended nothing happened; continued to my fucking job.

Just a fraction of second, I managed to tie my hair in a bun, tightened the blindfold candidly, and pretended everything was going as per his plan.

He might have opened his eyes later. Then he pulled me closer and hugged.

"I'm coming, Anu... The best sex of my life."

'Say it's your last! Scoundrel!' I muttered. I felt his warm ooze ballooning inside me, I thanked my father's condom for protecting me from the unimaginable consequence.

"Is the condom leaking?" I faked fear and stood up above him. I was consciously letting the drops of my wetness and blood dripping on his body.

"Blood! Blood!" he panicked and pushed me aside. The sound of footsteps faded away.

Soon, I heard water splashing in my bathroom. I lay still on my bed, unbothered about my nudity.

The blindfold was still intact. But I was not blind to his identity anymore. I saw his face. He was more exposed than my nudity.

'I am not ashamed of my body. But you will be ashamed of your face.'

To be honest, for a while I felt disgusted about every intimate thing that happened to him. Then I composed myself.

'Men like him should be ashamed of being a monster and coercing the helpless. Not you, Anu!' My soul gave me the verdict. Acquitted me from any guilt.

'I hated every minute of it. But, I let it all happen! Yes. I let a burglar fuck me for the sake of unveiling the truth! The fucking truth is -- It was him! I knew him! Of course, I **censored** a price to uncover it. A priceless price. All the horror will fade when it confronts justice. I am proud, not ashamed of what I have done...'

"You can remove the blindfold," His words brought me back from the trance.

"I don't want to get killed." I replied, feigning fear.

"I don't want to kill you, either. Take it off."

I did. I saw him now fully dressed with the mask on. He had no clue that I could see him beyond the eyes.

"Now you are amazing with your eyes open." He complimented.

I was in no mood to appreciate it and pulled the bedsheet to cover my nudity.

"Leave now. At least now. Please."

"My 5th question..." He started and threw the used condom filled with his cum, safely knotted. It landed on my feet. I kicked it down the bed.

"No! Not again!" I sounded pleading for his mercy.

"Hey Anu, don't be scared. The fifth question is simple. How would you rate me fucking you out of ten?" he laughed like a maniac.

'Laugh. One last time. Bastard.'

"You can't skip it. Answer. Just a number. I'll leave without a word. I am a..."

"Man of your words..." I finished it for him and handed his knife to him.

"I unlocked your boldness I guess," he said, with a gentle spank on my butt. "Okay it's getting late. Write the number in this. I'll see later." He said, tearing a paper from my notebook on the table.

I took a pen, wrote it, folded it and pressed it in his hand. He saw it.

"You wrote your mobile number?"

"Call me! I'll tell you the rating." I said with a smile and kissed his cheek.

He did not know that was a kiss of death. He did not know how to react either.

He picked the used condom, put it in the same trolley bag. "I leave no traces. And I am not calling you either. Don't be a smart ass to me, Anu." He gave a kiss on my forehead and started without pressing for my answer.

"Even the dog squad cannot trace me. I wear your father's dress. So don't try anything fancy. It was good fucking you, Anu." I heard him saying while walking out of our main door like a guest.

"Don't commit suicide for cheating on your BF, Anu. He is not your husband yet." He yelled softly before waving hands.

No one would doubt him as a burglar. Except the odd mask which he took off after walking a few meters. Did not turn to have a look at me. His frame disappeared at the end of the street.

I locked the door. Rushed into the bathroom.

I washed off all his filthy touch from my body, standing under the shower. But the wound he inflicted in my soul could not be washed away with water. I needed his tears to wash it off. He must repent for his sins. I cried out aloud to vent out my inability to find any other way than using my body as a weapon. I felt the importance of women learning martial arts and being strong physically. I cried for weaker women like me. I cried till my eyes dried out.

I walked out, anew. Time to open the other doors -- floodgates indeed. I picked my phone. Dialled Deepak!

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What did I did on Saturday night?

What happened the next day?

Well, I made the world wait till Monday to know it all.

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Monday arrived. I casually got ready for college. The usual morning routine, with my mother rushing me to get up early and ushering me till I stepped out of the house. Everything happened just like another day.

My parents were normal, because the jewels were back in their secret chamber of the almirah. Dad was counting the money to buy something. I told my parents nothing about the burglary or what happened to me. My trolley bag was sitting next to my almirah.

I stepped out of my home, as a new person. The world seemed changed. A new day awaited at Deepak's college. My boyfriend was not an Assistant Lecturer as I told the burglar. He was pursuing Chemical Engineering in the nearby city. I took the bus to the city and reached the Engineering campus. They had announced a holiday.

I walked to the Chemistry department. I saw a lot of sad faces. Faculty and administrators were gathered, mourning his demise.

I smirked.

Then his hands touched my shoulder from behind.

"Deepak!" I saw my boyfriend, almost panicking.

"Anu. Why did you come here?"

"To witness justice, Deepak. So, did he?"

"Yes. Option B?" said Deepak. He continued, "His funeral starts soon. We should go."

Then we joined the memorial march along with other students towards his home.

On our way I saw sombre obituary posters on the walls.

"Mr. Serestha, Ph.D., M.Sc., M.Ed., HOD -- Chemistry. Heartfelt condolences," it declared in stark.

We reached his house. No, a bungalow.

"He was lonely..."

"He was shattered after divorce..."

"He could not bear his wife's death..."

"He ended two years of separation with this move..."

We walked past all the murmurs. The talks that he wanted people to have after his death -- Shanaztha's death.

Thus, his death wish, fulfilled.

We saw a big portrait of Shanaztha Sir, that's how students called him. He was smiling in the picture, one last time, his golden implants shining.

A quiet, grim satisfaction settled in my chest to see his lifeless corpse in an icebox. I was not one to take schadenfreude in death. But he deserved it, had it coming.

Deepak took me away from the box to avoid anyone seeing me smiling next to a corpse. I noticed a few other faces, the same as mine. I was not the only one doing a joyride on a funeral coach. I could see their hearts through their eyes. Some of them were my age and some were seniors, it seemed. When their eyes locked with mine, I felt an unspoken understanding.

We knew his true colours.

It was him--the burglar, the violator, the professor -- Shanaztha!

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The Saturday Evening:

I called Deepak after bathing.

"Are you alright? Did your parents come?" That was the first thing Deepak asked.

"What is your professor's name?"

"Anu. Professor? Who?"

"The one. You called the tooth fairy with golden teeth... That day... When I came to meet you... You made me hide when you saw him in the theatre..."

"Oh... That's Shanaztha Sir. Why?"

"Sir? Fuck that bastard! Shanaztha..." I followed with a long list of cuss words and said everything to Deepak.

He could not believe it. I asked him to come home immediately. His car took him to my town in just an hour.

We met in a dhaba in the outskirts.

"Sorry, Anu." Deepak hugged me and cried.

"I should be sorry. I am no longer the same Anu."

"You are still mine. Whatever you are. I'm grateful that you survived this. Made it alive. Just wash the dirt off. From mind and memory." He said holding my hand between his.

"I did. But I can't forgive him."

"Neither do I." Deepak hugged me, I saw him hiding his tears.

"We have no time to weep. I did enough. We must catch him before he erases the evidence."

"How?"

"I slipped an AirTag in the trolley bag when he went to wash off the blood. We can see the live location."

I showed him the screen.

"That is his home. I know the place. We used to go there for project work."

His car veered towards the location. We drove to his place, and parked the car in the next street. We waited till midnight.

Deepak's rage mirrored mine. But he knew it well, going to the police will not work without solid proof. Even with strong evidence against him, a person of his influence would easily walk away. He could buy the officials.

We discussed all the clues. Everything matched him perfectly. The chemical odour, latex allergy, can't stand blood, repeatedly saying 'a man of my word', hatred towards Gen Z, the T like hairline on his back, the way he cornered students with options...

"Now I can connect the dots, Anu. Some girls changed departments, some left the college without any explanation."

"He was telling me that I was one of the..." I skipped his complimentary words, "...I was one of his victims. There must be others before me." I looked at Deepak's eyes.

"Also, I've heard that his wife had accused him of being 'unstable' and barged into his class one day. She had created a huge ruckus in the campus. Then the police came... He divorced her. Two years back she committed suicide it seems." Deepak updated.

"It's not suicide. He murdered her." I recollected Shanaztha's confession.

"God! What now?" Deepak asked me.

"The mobile's location should be where my bag is. We must retrieve it first." I paused. Deepak nodded, gesturing to me to continue. "We are going to follow his own footsteps then to trap him. I guess there would be no CCTVs at his house."

"Yes. How do you know?"

"No burglar would record his own movements and availability at home. Just in case."

"I have access to his basement lab. If the biometric lock is switched on, we shall get into his house, through the lab." Deepak was confident about it.

"Entering his house would be too dangerous."

"Not at this time. He boozes and sleeps like a log."

"What about solid evidence?"

"I've got this. His blood stains." I showed him the pillow cover where I spit his blood from his lips.

Deepak shook his head. "We can prove it was his blood. But we cannot prove any crime against him."

"Deepak. We are not going to seek justice from the court or the laws."

"Then? What are you suggesting Anu?"

"Drive to his home. It's midnight." I said with a clear plan.

Midnight:

That was a lonely bungalow, like a haunted place at night. No guards. No dogs. He hated companies it seemed.

The AirTag I dropped in the bag showed the location outside his house. We followed and reached the garage.

But it was locked.

"We need the key. Garage's and the Car's."

Deepak knew his house inside out. The biometric lock allowed him to open the door of the basement lab, to which he gave access to the students. From there we took the staircase to enter his house.

We sneaked into his bedroom. He was sleeping like a log, drunk.

'Tired of fucking me, bastard?' I had a close look at his face.

We scouted quickly for some secret possessions that could link him to his crimes. But we found nothing inside the house.

"He used to allow us to roam free everywhere. Like an honest man. I don't think he keeps secrets here." Deepak hissed.

"Then think of the place he never allowed the students into. The terrace?"

"Guys use it as a smoking zone..."

"You?"

"Not me. Anu..." Deepak shrugged his shoulders. "The Garage!" his eyes got bigger when he said that.

"That's where my bag is."

"Yes. That's why he had never allowed us inside the garage. We thought he was securing his car. The keys were always with him. He made it look casual. Holding the car keys with him. The garage key must be there with the car keys."

"Find it."

We did not put any effort. The car key was hanging on the holder right there beside the bedroom mirror.

"Dumbass!" I said sarcastically the same way he mocked my parents when he found the keys in the almirah.

We opened the garage and found his car. We searched the car. There was nothing! But my bag's location was in proximity.

Then we spotted an old car, abandoned outside the garage at a corner. Rusty. Even petty thieves would not touch the trash. Creepers, vines, and spiders already made it their home.

"What about that?" I walked closer towards the old vehicle.

"There could be snakes. Dangerous." Deepak stopped me.

"Then we must check it," I carefully cleared the vines, dust and opened the boot of the old car.

Bingo! My trolley bag was there. I took it out. Everything was intact -- jewels, cash, the mobile phone...

"No thief sells gold immediately," Deepak asked, "Is everything there?"

I nodded.

"He has the lab to melt it. He would have planned to do it tomorrow, on Sunday," Deepak added.

He noticed the used condom in the bag.

"Let me kill him in sleep." He rushed.

"Police will nab you with your last login on the biometric."

"We will erase the records before leaving. I am not leaving that bastard."

"I want to feed him his own poison. Wait." I stopped Deepak.

Deepak went for the dashboard. He found a diary. "Look what I found..." he said.

"You should look at what I've found," I called him to the back seat.

It was stashed with a bundle of currencies. Mostly USDs. Somehow he exchanged all the rupees into dollars.

"What is in that diary?" I asked Deepak.

The first page had a sketch of a woman.

"She..."

"Shanaztha's wife. Noticed her photo in the living room? Beautiful isn't she?"

"He had killed her."

We flipped the page. Blank. Blank. All blank. No impressions, no ink, no pressure marks.

"He erased all the evidence perfectly! We can't get anything against him." I started losing my hope.

"We don't need evidence to kill him. We know the truth." Deepak smashed the car's door.

I blocked his way. I hugged to stop him. "Deepak... Deepak... Listen to me. Killing him would ruin our life. We should punish him with something he fears about."

"He fears only for blood. Let me bath him with his own blood."

I pushed him away with force. "Go. Kill him. It makes no difference between him and us." The diary in his hand dropped on the ground. Even in the pitch dark we could see the paper.

"That's oddly brighter." I picked it up.

"Wait... Wait... This is called... Blankophor paper..." Deepak took it from me. "We need a UV source."

While Deepak was looking around desperate, we heard a noise nearby. We quickly rushed into the garage and hid inside the car.

Meow... We heard a cat jumping from the sunshade and another one was chasing it.

While getting up, my head touched the switch console by mistake, activating the interior customization lights.

"UV!" Deepak opened the diary. It was glowing brighter now. The page with his wife's portrait revealed more details. In the next page there was the sketch of her suicide.

The next page had a sketch of a female's face, followed by the nude sketch of the same person. The pattern continued with all the pages we flipped. In all the nude sketches the female's eyes were blindfolded. The very last picture was mine, my face and a nude sketch.

"Wait..." I took the diary from Deepak.

"You need not see it," He said.

"I lived through it. It can't hurt me. But you missed a page." I said and flipped a page before mine.

There was the image of a girl, hanging on a fan. I looked at her nude sketch and her face again.

"I saw her somewhere..." I tried to recollect... "Deepak. She is from my college. Few days ago she had committed suicide..." I told Deepak about the girl whom people slut-shamed as she tried to elope with her lover. Finally, I said to him, "Her name is also Anu."

"If I am not wrong, Shanaztha would have robbed her house and had sex with her at knife point. Took her jewels." Deepak tried to connect dots.

"Could be it. Now we got the bastard. Take snaps of everything."

Deepak took photos of all the sketches under the UV light. Totally 9 victims excluding me. 2 of them were not alive as per his sketches. His wife and the girl with my name.

I tore a paper from the diary and wrote, "Your last victim!" with a safety pin by making perforations.

"Place it next to him. We are leaving." I said to Deepak. "Also, taking all his cash!"

"Why?" asked Deepak.

"I will tell you. Later."

We executed our plan. We kept it beside him. We walked out of his house the same way we entered. Erased the biometric record of Deepak's visit. Erased all our fingerprints.

Sunday:

Deepak dropped me at my home at dawn before anyone noticed. I asked him to keep Shanaztha's cash with him. He left.

I was waiting for a phone call. I could not sleep.

Sharp 6:15 AM. I got the call. Unknown number.

"Hello Mr. Shanaztha? How do you feel, Scumbag?" I asked before he uttered a word.

"I'm gonna make you regret this, bitch. You think you can jail me with a blank diary and my money?" Shanaztha barked.

I laughed.

"Fuck you slut! I'm coming to your home right away." He threatened.

"Seriously? You would have come if you really have the guts you coward. You are naked without the mask. Shut the fuck up."

He must be furious at me.

"How?"

"You can't ask me any questions, Mr. Dumbass. I am not going to tell you how I fucked up your perfect crimes. Listen to me." I was warned.

"Bitch!"

"Shut your filthy mouth, son of scum. I've sent you some pictures. Have a look at them." I forwarded all the images we snapped from the diary to him.

Silence. No reply from him.

"You're not as much of a genius as you think. So I got you with my normal intelligence. Now I give you two options."

He interrupted me. "I take no fucking options from any bitch."

"Is it? Listen to my options and then decide. Option A: I decide your fate by releasing all the evidences in your esteemed college. Going to seek answers from you about all the girls in the diary. Make you confess what you did to them all. I'm going to make the world know your true colours. Option B: You decide your fate. I saw it in your chemistry lab, don't keep cyanides easily accessible." I laughed like a maniac, mimicked his laughter.

"I'm not doing either of it bitch."

"Fine. I shall proceed with A. Do whatever you want." I disconnected the call.

Within seconds, I got the call from him.

"Listen, Anu. You can take all the money. Drop this issue." He proposed a deal.

"Fuck you! I don't need your money. I'm going to share it with the victims."

"Fine. I'll give their addresses." He said.

"Give."

"In the cash bundles you find papers as a wrap. Same DAS papers like the diary. Show it under UV, it will have their names and addresses. So you got what you wanted. Leave me." He begged.

"I didn't promise. A or B?"

"Please..." Shanaztha almost cried.

"Okay. Sir. Don't cry. I give you one more choice. Option C: I saw an image of your daughter at your home. Studying abroad it seems. London, I guess. I took her number from your phone. I could share a few pages from your diary with her. Her mother's sketches were neat. You're a good artist I guess."

"No... Please... Anu..." He cried.

"Hmm... This is how it feels Shanaztha. Begging for mercy."

"For my daughter's sake. Please."

"The girl who committed suicide. She is around your daughter's age. Why did you kill her?"

There was no answer from him.

"If you are not speaking, I am calling your daughter."

"Wait... That girl committed suicide."

"Like your wife did? You pushed her into the situation. Didn't you? You stole the valuables. Her family blamed her lover for it. You made her pregnant! And she committed suicide."

"No! I wore a condom. Always. She was sexually active with many guys."

"Shut the fuck up! If she is a slut, she would not commit suicide. Didn't you sow guilt in me while leaving? Remember your words?"

"Look... My wife cheated on me and said she was guilty and felt like committing suicide... So I..."

"Are you saying you feel pity for your victims? Sadist. You killed your wife. Why are you hurting innocent girls like me?"

"Because your name is Anu. Everyone's name is Anu! I can explain..."

"You need not to!" I stopped him abruptly. I did not want him to justify any of his crimes.

"I already got your confessions recorded. Now the ball is in your court. Decide or face me in a press meet -- a public court. I'll invite your daughter for sure." I said firmly and disconnected the call.

I did not get any other call from him. Man with that level of Ego would not beg further.

However I got a message from him: "I should have killed you!"

"You did worse than that!" I replied.

No more conversation with him later.

Now: Monday, at the funeral. Cremation ground.

"When did it happen?" Deepak asked his relative.

"Sunday afternoon. He took his life with cyanide. Just wrote a letter."

"Letter?" I asked.

"A suicide note. Police recovered it. He simply wrote, 'Sorry Anu.'" That man said.

I was shocked to core, listening my name.

"That was his wife's name. She committed suicide jumping off her apartment. Now he did this!"

Then I realized why he had been telling me that I reminded him of his wife. Still, I could not feel pity for him. But I felt pity for his daughter for losing her parents.

"She would be better without the demon in disguise," Deepak told me.

Then I asked Deepak to let the diary burn along with his corpse. He kept it on top of the stack of books he wrote. They were burning a copy of all the books he authored, believing that he would like to take it alone with him to heaven.

Deepak did it but seemed confused.

"He already punished himself for his sins. If we expose him, that will be a taint on the teachers' community. Students will further lose credibility and respect. So I had let it bury with him."

"What about the victims? Don't they deserve justice?"

"Deepak... You think I would miss them. I got their addresses. We will share the cash with them and tell them the demon is dead. They will be happy."

"How?"

"Surprised? You should be shocked by something else." I paused, "All the victim's names were Anu. He chose girls with his wife's name and committed all the crimes. But I couldn't resolve that. Why? How did he got our names and addresses?" I said.

Deepak thought for a while and said, "Exams! He leads the inspection committee of all the groups of institutions in our district. Including arts, science, engineering, and medical. So, he got the details of everyone named Anu using his access."

"But why? Deepak. Why did the psycho do all these?"

"Because he is a psycho!" Deepak sighed.

"At least we saved the rest of the Anus."

"You saved them, Anu," Deepak corrected my words.

~~~

All credits goes to original writer

[The End]

 

[hotaks]

It has been a week since my wife went to attend a marriage in her hometown. Leaving our daughter and me. My daughter is 20 years old. My daughter completely went on with my wife. Her name is Anaswara. My wife is so beautiful that I can not even go to the office without having sex in the early morning.

I used to be fit because of her. I also play cricket a lot.

It was a Friday, and I was very sleepy that night. My daughter was having exams, and she used to study at night. I gave her a coffee and went to sleep. This is a very bad habit for me. If I sleep once, I will wake up in the morning only.

But that night, I woke up suddenly because I heard some sound. I thought it would be some cat or dog outside. I tried to sleep again. But I could not sleep. If I woke up suddenly, I drank water. But my wife is not at home. She used to bring a water bottle and keep it aside for me.

So now I fucking need to go and get it. I went to the fridge and opened it, and drank some water. I closed the door and went again. While going, I suddenly remembered, "What if I wake up again?" So I thought about taking the bottle to the room. I went again near the fridge.

I could not walk properly due to a lack of sleep. I took the bottle and was about to go to my room. While going, the water bottle slipped from my hand and fell. In my home, there was a divan in the hall. The water bottle went to the divan and stopped. I went near the divan and bent down to take it.

"FUCK," I went back and fell to the ground. Someone was hiding under the divan. The one hiding came out from under the divan. In that dim light, I got my bat beside me in the hall. I took the bat and hit the stranger on his leg. He silently fell to the ground without making any noise. It was a hard hit.

I thought of making a loud noise and calling all the neighbors. But the stranger came to hit me without making any noise. I thought he was a thief, so he was not making noise. I feared that if my daughter came out, what would he do to her?

He came near me and hit me hard in my stomach. I dodged some saliva out of my mouth. He is exactly my height. Same physique. But he is not me. He made a wrong move. I would happily offer him some food or money if he asked. I turned around and saw him.

He was covering his entire head with a full mask. He made a mistake hitting me. He will pay for it. For the next 5 minutes, I hit him so hard that he could not move properly. I overpowered him in no time, took him to my room, and tied him to the chair.

I was dead angry. But I controlled myself by smoking in front of the masked man. I went near the Bastard, took the mask off, and threw it away. He was around in his twenties. I was surprised that this young guy came to my home at night to steal something.

I locked my door as my daughter would be scared by this. I went near him, hit him hard on his cheek, and asked.

Me: Who the fuck are you?

Stranger: Uncle, I am so sorry, uncle.

Me: (hit him again) What would you do to my daughter if she was in my place, you bloody Bastard? (slapped him hard again).

Stranger: Please, uncle. (I raised my hand again to hit him) Your daughter called me home.

I stopped my hand there and was shocked for a moment.

Stranger (fear in his eyes): Yes, uncle. We both are lovers. She told me to come.

Me (hit him hard): You are lying?

Stranger: Please, uncle. Open my phone and check the message if you want to.

I took his phone and unlocked it. I opened his WhatsApp and was shocked by their conversation. He saved my daughter's number as 'Love' on his mobile. The number was right. The conversation was like....

Stranger: Darling, when will you lose your virginity to me?

Anaswara: I can not come out. If you want, come to my home and fuck me.

Stranger: Why Bitch? Is no one home?

I hit him again for calling my daughter a bitch. And I continued their conversation

Anaswara: No. My Dad is home. He slept. You can come.

Stranger: What should I do to you if I come?

Anaswara: You can do whatever you want to do to me. I will do exactly whatever you say to me.

Stranger: I will come and fuck you so hard that you will run near your father, screaming hard.

Anaswara: You do not have the guts. You fear a lot about coming to my home.

Stranger: Wait and Watch. I will come and fuck your Virgin Pussy.

Anaswara: I do not think so. If you want to come, wear a mask as no one should see you.

Stranger: What are you doing now?

Anaswara: Fingering myself thinking of you.

Stranger: You do not need to finger yourself after an hour.

She sent her wet pussy photo to him. I was devastated looking at that pic. And this Bastard sent his Dick pic telling his dick size. After that, she sent her boobs photo. A bulge took place in my pants.

Anaswara: Come and Fuck me, Bastard.

Stranger: What happens if your Dad finds out?

Anaswara: He will learn from you. I think my mother went to her mother's home because he could not satisfy her. (sent moaning audio).

This hurt my ego. My daughter scolded me for some ugly bastard who she had met recently.

Stranger: I will come and hit your father and fuck you in front of him.

Anaswara: I will keep my door open and the hall door open. If you have guts, come and fuck my wet pussy.

This was the end of the conversation. Exactly one hour, he came. I kept his phone in his shirt pocket. I slapped him more hard this time, saying.

Me (to the stranger): You fuck my daughter in front of me. Go on, Bastard. (hit him again).

He pleaded with me for half an hour. I was smoking while he kept on crying like an infant. And after half an hour, I let him loose. He went crying. I locked the door properly. I want to teach my daughter a lesson. How can she tell such bad comments about her father to nobody?

I went to my room. I took that mask, covered my entire head, and entered my daughter's room. I closed the door. I went near her and stood there for a minute. I turned on the light and stood there looking at my female sperm, which had grown. After all, she is from my sperm!

She was so beautiful that night. She is five feet 4 inch tall with little flat around her waist She is milk-white. After five minutes, she woke up to my angry breath.

Anaswara: (shocked and half asleep) Babe, Are you here, seriously? I was joking with you.

I kept complete silence. I opened my pant zip and took my dick out.

Anaswara: Please, babe. Not today. My Dad is home. This virgin bitch is yours. We will have this session tomorrow. Please, not now.

She took her blanket off her. She was not wearing any clothes. After seeing my grown sperm naked, my black dick size increased slightly.

Anaswara (looking at my dick): Please, babe, leave me. Did you lock the door (looked at the door)?

I kept on giving small handjobs to myself, looking at my future sex slave. She was asking to leave her boyfriend at her home. Poor child. She does not know her real owner stood there. I kept changing my hands over my dick while looking at her hungrily. She finally came to a conclusion

Anaswara: Ok, now you are here, you can do whatever you want to me.

I was happy. Because I am going to fuck my sperm.

Anaswara: But you told me yours is only five inches. But it looks like more than six. Please fuck me slowly.

An hour ago, she told her boyfriend I could not satisfy a woman with my dick. Now she has changed her opinion.

Anaswara: Babe, I am requesting you. Please go slow. I am already wet. No blowjobs. Is it ok?

Saying so, I grabbed her by the throat and yanked her head directly towards my cock. I kept my black dick in her mouth without her consent. Who cares? She is my sperm, after all. I rammed my daughter's mouth so that her body kept shivering while I face fuck my sperm's mouth roughly.

I kept on fucking her mouth mercilessly. This is the best lesson I can teach her. I locked her hands with my left hand. With my right hand, I held her hair and kept pinning her towards my black cock. She was gagging, crying, and shivering but kept silent, fearing her father would wake up.

The poor daughter does not know she kept her father's dick in her mouth. I grabbed her ass cheek and yanked it towards me.

She moaned, "Aahhh," for the rough yanking. I loved my daughter's throat filled with my cock.

She can not take it any longer. She was gasping for air. For any reason, she was my daughter. So I let her loose. She took some big gasps. She was about to say something

Anaswara: Babe, listen…

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out of bed. She sat exactly near my feet. Her mouth was directly aiming at my black cock. Without hesitation, I rammed her mouth with my dick in and out mercilessly. I pinned her head towards the bed, holding her long silky hair in my bare hands.

I pinned my daughter towards my black cock at the same time. She needs to know the pain of abusing her father. The way I fucked my daughter's throat is like hitting a nail in the wall.

I thumped and thumped her face hard. Water kept on dripping from her eyes all the time. I loved it. Loved it very much. Loved fucking my daughter's throat. I let her loose this time willingly to fuck her wet pussy.

She saw my masked face, taking heavy air into her lungs. With teary eyes and a fearful voice, she spoke

Anaswara: Why the hell are you behaving like a monster, babe?

I slapped my daughter hard on her cheek. I held her by the Firm breast and yanked her onto the bed, for which she moaned, "Aaaah." I loved that bloody moan. I took her left leg and kept it on my shoulder. I took some saliva out from my mouth under the mask and applied it on my grown sperm pussy.

With one leg on my shoulder, with my right hand, I wrapped her leg and grabbed her right boob, and started squeezing mercilessly. With my left hand, I grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly towards me, for which she moaned, "Aah." I locked her lips with mine over my mask.

Anaswara: Babe, why is this cigarette smell coming from your mouth?

I let her hair loose with my left hand and slapped her face hard with the same hand. She understood that she should not question me while I fuck her wet pussy. I put my left-hand fingers in her mouth and went forward till my dick reached her throat. I loved it.

I can not wait to fuck that wet pussy. I took some more saliva, applied it to her pussy, and rubbed it a bit. I kept my seven-inch dick head on her pussy lips and looked at her

Anaswara: Please go slow.

In between the back of her rang her mobile. There was a heart symbol on it. It might be her boyfriend. Before she turned to look, I took her mobile, went into silent mode, and threw it away. Her boyfriend called a few more times while I fuck his girlfriend, my daughter.

Anaswara: Babe, I think it is my father. He probably heard my moans. Leave now.

Did not leave her. Not at all in the mood to leave this young chick.

Anaswara: Please go slow.

I did exactly the opposite to it. I rammed my dick roughly into the virgin pussy. She moaned loudly, "Aaahhh." What could she do? Happy tears again came out of her eyes.

Anaswara: Please, babe. Go slow. My Dad may wake up anytime, Aaaah.

Poor daughter, I went to tell her the truth. But stopped. I would miss this bloody chance of fucking a virgin pussy. I again did the opposite of what she told me. I kept on thumping her in and out roughly while squeezing her bloody boobs with my right hand.

Her one leg was upon my shoulder. I went near her and bit hard on that bloody thy. She again moaned very loudly. She finally closed her mouth with her hands. She could not take a seven-inch in her pussy. Her pussy walls are tight. Absolute tight. Throwing my dick out of her pussy.

I took more energy and rammed her tight again. The poor daughter kept crying, holding her mouth with her hands. She already came in the first place.

Anaswara: (while crying) Please, Leave me. Please.

With that last cry, I felt my balls getting tighter and hot lava was released in her juicy pussy. I kept my dick inside my daughters pussy for some time. I squeezed both her boobs mercilessly with my bare hands.

After that, I let her loose. She went to the bathroom and came out while I changed my clothes. She took ten minutes to come out, and the very first word was...

Anaswara: Thank you, babe. I never thought you would satisfy me with your dick. Why did you tell me five inches before? Did you think to surprise me?

I kept silent. I want to shout, " I am your father, bitch," loudly. But stood silent.

Anaswara: Now take off your mask and come. Kiss me on my bloody lips, Bastard.

I did not. I made my move towards the door.

Anaswara: Why are you leaving? (I did not look at her). You will come to me again. I know that. What is the time now?

She was true. I will go to her again. I want her again and again. I want that tight and wet pussy again. I will never give her to someone. I will marry her. I will fuck her harder one day, taking my mask off. I went near the door and was about to unlock it. She angrily asked

Anaswara: Wait! (I turned towards her) Who the fuck are you? My boyfriend called me just now while you fuck me. Who are you?

She came near me to unmask. I pushed her and locked the door from outside. The last words I heard were, "WHO ARE YOU?"

It was Saturday morning. I woke up to last night's sexy scenes. I fucked my daughter so hard that she would remember it till her last days. First, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards my black cock and deep-throated her till my fucking heart desired. Then I put my sperm in my grown-up sperm.

It was the best night for me. Fucking a tight and wet pussy of a non-virgin woman is so good that the memory of it last longs till my fucking last days. But, in all these best mood thoughts, I suddenly remembered what would happen if my wife found out about this.

Anyway, my daughter won't tell her. I would not tell her. But what if my daughter tells her? How can she tell? How does she know that I fucked her last night? And the main thing is, how should I talk to my daughter now?

In all these kinky thoughts, I went to find my daughter sitting on a sofa and crying. Suddenly I remembered her moaning last night. It was an instant hard-on for me. I went and sat beside her. She was eyes full of tears, just like while I deep-throated her last night. I started the conversation first I was scared she might find out somehow I fucked her last night.

Me: What happened, my dear?

Anaswara (saw me with teary eyes): (with slow voice) I am sorry, dad.

Me: Sorry for what, dear?

Anaswara: That yesterday...(cried for a while) that yesterday my friend came to our house and...

I understood her completely. She was sad about last night's incident and is telling me everything.

Me: it is completely all right, my dear angel. This age is like that.

Anaswara: He (her boyfriend) told me everything. I am sorry.

Me: Do not be sorry, dear. It is completely all right. He is not good for you.

Anaswara: I found that very late, dad. I am sorry.

Me: It is, okay. Come here.

Then I hugged my daughter. For her, it is a normal parent hug. For me, it is a lustful child fuck hug. I felt my dick rise to full when her soft boobs touched my chest over our dresses. I hugged her for five more minutes and went into a trance state.

I forgot that she was my daughter, kept my hands in her hair, and caressed her for a bit. After ten minutes of tight hugs, she was trying to free herself. I am not leaving her out of my grip because I forgot she was my daughter and thinking of her as my sex toy.

Anaswara (while I hug her tightly): Dad, what happened?

I did not listen to her. I was not wearing my underwear and had a big bulge in my shorts. And that big bulge touched the lower part of her body. And she realised it and started shouting loudly.

Anaswara: Dad, what is wrong with you?

And with that, I heard both her sounds and the doorbell sound. After listening to the doorbell sound, I let her loose. The doorbell kept on ringing, and I spoke first

Me: Sorry, dear. I thought you would be feeling bad for yesterday's incident. So I tried to console you.

Anaswara: oh. Come on, dad. (she came and kissed me on my cheek). I will forget him for you.

Me: That is a cool attitude.

The doorbell rang again.

Anaswara: Can I ask you one more thing, dad?

Me: yeah, of course.

Anaswara: after he went out, did anyone come home?

Then I realised she wanted this clarification on whether I knew anything. She was very much intrigued to know who he was.

Me: After he went out. I locked all the doors and slept. Why so?

Anaswara: (now she was laughing after finding I know nothing about that incident) Nothing, dad. Just want to know.

She was relieved that I knew nothing about last night's incident. But she does not know that I am the main culprit. The doorbell rang again.

Me: I will see who it is.

I went and opened the door while thinking of her beautiful body. I opened the door and was shocked to see it was none other than my beautiful fucking wife,Manju.

Manju: Hello, my dear.

By saying so, she hugged me in front of my daughter. I immediately closed the door as if anyone could see us. I hugged her casually, and I took her in front of me. She realised the bulge in my underwear-less shorts and put her right hand on it.

Manju: Missed me, right?

Me: (with no other option) Yes.

Manju: I know you bloody piece of shit. No one can satisfy you better than me. What are you waiting for? Tear my clothes off right now.

I will surely tear her clothes, but she was wrong about one thing. She was thinking. She is the only one who can satisfy me. But she did not see her daughter last night. Both the bitches are the same in bed.

All these talks were not audible to my daughter as she was far from us. I told her slowly

Me: (slow voice) Anaswara is looking at us.

Manju (her face immediately changed): (angrily) You need to tell me that before.

And suddenly, she turned to the other side and saw our daughter. She went and hugged her and spoke

Manju (to Anaswara): How have you been, my darling? How are your exams going on?

I saw too many hugs today. Enough of it.

Anaswara: Very well, mom. It is good to see you.

Manju: Okay, my dear. Go and freshen and come. By that time, I will bathe and prepare breakfast for you.

With that, Manju hurriedly went inside. Then I looked at the slave I fucked last night.

Anaswara: Dad, please do not tell mom about last night's incident.

Me: I won't, my dear. Do not worry.

With that, she said, "Thank you, dad." She hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and went to her room.

I half cum in my shorts for all the hugs I have. I completely forgot about my wife. I was filled with lust and started moving towards my daughter's room. I opened the door and saw her. She was about to open her night clothes off her, but suddenly my beautiful wife called me.

The last visual I saw was my daughter standing in her blue bra with black lingerie. Then I went to our room and sat there thinking of my bloody future slave daughter. My wife removed her pallu and saree and started walking into our room. She was angry at me. I was horny about my daughter.

Manju: (while I think of my bloody daughter) How are you so irresponsible, father?

Me: (I was angry at her for disturbing my lustful thoughts about my daughter) Now what happened, you bloody slut?

Manju: What the fuck did you say?

She came near me angrily and, 'Chap,' a hard slap on my left cheek.Her right hand hit me very hard, and her bangles got broken. I was dead angry and horny at the same time.

Manju: Our daughter was looking at us. You bloody know it and say nothing. She is a child, you piece of shit. She does not know this at all.

She knows nothing about her beloved daughter. I was angry about my wife and horny about my daughter. I looked at my beautiful wife. She saw me. She realised I was angry and came close, saying;

Manju: I am sorry, my dear.

She was about to reach my face with her hands. I grabbed those hands and took both of her hands back to her. I locked her with my left hand. I pushed my beautiful bitch wife towards the wall. She hit the wall firmly.

Manju: What the fuck are you doing?

Everyone says children look like their parents. But at that time, my wife looked like my daughter. What will happen now? She must bear the pain of my penis in her bloody pussy for giving birth to beautiful flesh like hers.

I was holding her, looking into her eyes lustfully. I put my right hand in her hair, pulled her beautiful head towards my ugly, unbrushed mouth, and started kissing my wife so badly. She broke the kiss and told

Manju: What happened to you today? You didn't even brush today. I can not have sex like this.

Me: (With a deep voice) You will. You fucking will.

Then I threw my bitch wife on the bed, holding her in my hands and jumped on top of her. I sat on her bloody thighs and put my hands on her boobs over her black blouse.

Manju: What happened to you today? Why are you so different today?

Me: Close your eyes and open your big fucking mouth.

Manju: But why?

I slapped my beautiful wife on her right cheek and told

Me: Just obey my orders.

Does she have any choice other than doing anything her husband tells her? No. She fucking doesn't. She closed her eyes as I told her. Now with a Big Gulp. I collected my dirty saliva and wet booger in my nose and spat in my wife's big pinkish mouth. Immediately, I closed her mouth so she could not spit that out.

Yes. She suffered. Bloody suffered to take into her stomach. But what choice does she have?

Manju (after talking my hands on her): What the fuck are you doing? I am sorry. I will never slap you again. Please leave me.

But I heard like, 'Please fuck, me.' I was horny thinking of my beautiful daughter. I see my daughter in her face. Then I stood on the ground, taking control of her head in my hands while she slept on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.

I saw her face once more before destroying it. I saw her throat too. She saw me too. Intrigued to know what I am going to do?

Manju: What are you waiting for? Bang it! You want this, right?

I slapped her once again hard on her right cheek this time. She was true. I will bang her throat for sure. She was used to it. But not my daughter. I want to bang my daughter's all holes. But I can not if my wife is home. So, I should be satisfied with my beautiful wife only. Same old holes.

I held her head tightly. Very tightly. With one jet force. I rammed her bloody fucking throat so badly that she felt an increase in my size of dick. I fucked, fucked very hard, the same mouth. Again. And again.

She yelled without words beating the bed with her hands in pain. She should bear the pain to satisfy me. I did not give her any chance too. I heard some noise at the door. I looked in the mirror because it directly pointed to my door.

SHIT. BLOODY SHIT. I forgot to lock the door. And my beautiful daughter is watching us from the minute gap in the door. It seemed like she found out who fucked her last night. Because she was looking at my dick only. And I was so sure because I saw the same look on my daughter's face last night.

I let my wife loose, and my wife stood on her knees. My daughter went out, closing the door properly. I looked at my wife. She was angry. Very angry. 'CHAP,' one more slap on my left cheek.

Manju: Why are you doing this? What happened to you in two days only? You are different. You are a monster.

Yes, she was right. I was behaving like a monster with her. I never behaved like this with my wife. I told her.

Me: Sorry. I am sorry.

Manju: It has become fashionable to say sorry after doing ugly things to their loved ones.

I was horny about my daughter, and I saw my daughter in my wife. So I could not control myself. Lust hides everything. It is true. Then I hugged my beautiful wife. I kissed her the same lips that were sucking a moment ago.

Manju: I enjoyed it. You know I like it rough. This body is yours, my dear. Do whatever you want.

Me: I am sorry. Sorry for what I am going to do to you now.

Then I sucked my beautiful wife's pussy holding her thighs tightly with my hands in bed. Later I fucked the same pussy. She moaned. Moaned very loud. She forgot that our daughter was home when her sound reached our home. She only has pain in her pussy.

And that same pain she was enjoying for the last 21 years. She came long ago. And now I felt my balls getting tighter. I came in her pussy. She was about to go into the bathroom before she told

Manju: (standing near bathroom door) What happened to you today?

Me: Nothing. Why so?

Manju: You are different today. I like the monster in you today. Today I came to know how you would feel if I was not home. I promise you. I will never go anywhere.

NEVER leave you. I want you to fuck me like this every day.

'FUCK', I thought to myself. I want her to go. That was my plan so that I could improvise something with my daughter. Now I spoiled it also. I need to find other ways.

She went and took a bath. It was Saturday, and my daughter went to write her exam. It was a week off for my wife and me. We had three more rounds. She was done. She can take it anymore. But not me.

I can not stop thinking of my daughter anymore. It was midnight again. I can not sleep because my daughter's bare body comes into my mind after closing my eyes. So I made a choice.

I took the same mask again. And covered my whole body wearing jeans and a Long sleeve T-shirt. And I put the same mask again on my face and closed our room door from outside.

This is when I dare too much to enter my daughter's room because she knows I came in last night. I have a plan. I do not know whether it will work or not. But I am going to try it.

I decided to fuck my daughter anyway. Because I cannot stop thinking of her. My wife is beautiful, but my daughter is gorgeous. She is fresh, like a new flower. I do not know whether I am doing any correctly or not. But when I have a chance, I do not want to waste it.

I once again checked whether I had locked my room door properly. I have a very good plan to execute, but I do not know whether it will execute or not. With that, I am ready to go.

I opened my future slave door. I was mesmerized by looking inside. My gorgeous daughter sat in front of the mirror with a pink blouse and green saree. She just now took a bath, it seems. Her hair was combed to one side, leaving her hair on her boobs to her navel. Magnifying her beauty.

She looked at me. My eyes were attracted towards her big almond eyes and lips. She was combing her hair and looking at me. Her boobs were beautiful over her blouse under her shoulders as she kept her hands on her hair. What a visual I am looking for.

She stood up suddenly and slowly turned towards me, tensed. A big bulge again took place in my pants. Her hair stood in the same position, with her saree covering her left shoulder, leaving a part of the above cleavage on her right. Small water droplets dripped on the floor from her hair.

She coloured her hair in such a way that some of her hair looked brown. Her big pink lips and lipstick made me look at her curiously. She had big earrings too. She was perfect in size, like a film actress.

Her hair completely dried in no time. Magnified her gorgeous beauty to my lustful eyes. What a bitch my sperm had become. She spoke first;

Anaswara: Who are you? How did you enter our home?I saw all the doors were closed.

I stood silent. I kept my phone in my back pocket and looked forward to dialing a number when she looked on the other side. The moment had come, and I called my daughter slowly when she looked back.

Anaswara: Shhh. Do not talk. My father is calling.

Then she took the call and answered.

Anaswara (on the phone): Dad, my friends and I are having a group call on WhatsApp for the day after tomorrow's exam. I will talk to you tomorrow.

Then she hung up the call. This is what I expected from her. She should think I am not her father. And luckily, the plan had worked. And spoke to me again.

Anaswara(to me): How did you come in?

I stood silent. She was not in the mood to tolerate it. I thought about going back and turned my back towards the door to leave. Suddenly I heard...

Anaswara: Wait! Do not leave. We will make a deal.

I signalled to her with my hands, "WHAT?"

Anaswara: I broke up with my boyfriend. The asshole feared my father and left me. SO.

She was not at all telling anything. I took a marker from her room and wrote, "SO WHAT?" on the wall.

Anaswara: I thought you were my father for a time. I underestimated him. The way he fucked my mom is unbelievable. He is also having the same dick and the same fucking style as yours. Just now, I was clarified.

I again patted the wall where I wrote with the marker....

Anaswara: So, I want you to fuck me very badly.

I thought of how I was going to do it. But my bitch daughter gave me a whole new option. How can I deny it?

Anaswara: You can do whatever you want to me. I readied in a saree by looking at my mom. I want to masturbate in a saree and feel what it looks like. But luckily, you showed up.

It was an awkward moment for me. But I cannot deny the wonderful option of fucking my beautiful daughter.

Anaswara: So, what do you say?

I showed her a thumbs-up symbol. She was very much happy about it.

Anaswara: Then tear your fucking mask, then tear my fucking green saree and fuck me crazy.

I again wrote on the wall, "NO, I won't take my mask off", saying I signaled her thumbs-up if OK or thumbs-down if no.

What option does she has? It was a new pussy to want a dick inside of her. She turned up. And this is what I want.

Anaswara: Go rough on me. It is ok. I will handle anything.

I opened my pants zip and took my black dick out. I was giving a handjob to myself while looking at her face.

Anaswara: So, will you or do you want me to start?

I slowly went near her. She was feet less than me. I held her chin and yanked her head a little back. I thought, as a father, how can she offer her body to someone stranger? So, 'CHAP,' I hit her very hard for misbehavior. And the father feeling died very soon in me.

Anaswaraangry) How dare you hit me, bastard? Even my father did not touch me till now.

I showed her my middle finger. And I grabbed her by the back and brown hair of hers and yanked the bitch to the wall. I grabbed her hair and draped it around my full rose-black dick. Then I put my dick in her mouth, and her hair draped to my dick.

I first patted her lovely face with my dick. I completely took her head in my hands while holding her silky hair. I first kept my balls in her mouth and pinned her head towards the wall while holding her silky hair. Bloody Bitch suffers so that I can get pleasure. She wants it because she told it.

She put her hands near my back pocket with no other option. Now she is not my daughter. She is my slave. And she knows it better than me. I pounded her face repeatedly as water droplets dripped from her eyes. I found her pain pleased me so much. Bloody Bitch.

I took my dick out and went far. Her hair around my dick slowly fell on the ground as she bent on the ground. Her hair was mixed with the sweat of my dick and her saliva and a little bit of pre-cum. I loved it. I loved it.

Anaswara (while moving her head up): What the...?

Before completing her sentence, 'CHAP.' I slapped her again on her gorgeous face.

Anaswara: What the...?

'CHAP,' one more slap. With that, she understood she should remain silent. Then she kept silent.

And slowly, she bent down. I did not wear any shoes or chappal. She came near my feet and put her tongue on them. Then she started licking it like a dog. Just like a dog. She was a bitch. And I treated her like that only. I spit on her dress.

I grabbed her by the neck and slapped her again. The dog needs punishment. I grabbed hold of her Pallu and removed her saree in one go. Then I saw her beautiful pink blouse. Holding her blouse from either side, I tore her blouse into pieces. And I cut the petticoat with the scissor in her room.

She was naked. Just like the day she was born. I squeezed her boobs again. and again. For which she was giving soft moans. I squeezed till my heart desired. Then I threw the bitch on her bed. I fucking jumped on her after undressing myself except wearing the mask on my head.

I sat on her vagina part. 'CHAP,' I slapped her tits, once, twice, thrice. The count goes on, for which she has no other option but to moan. 'CHAP,' I slapped her face. This also has no count. In no time, her upper body turned dark red because of my beating. I looked at her for some time.

Anaswara: Do not stop. Continue. Let it become red. Please continue.

With that ugly permission, I slapped her even more. I slept on her. Then licked her earrings first. Then licked her face where I slapped her. Then spat some saliva out on her hair. And I gave her a hair massage. She was enjoying it.

Anaswara: Please come and fuck me daily.

I do not know whether this will happen or not. But I will try. Because fucking a virgin pussy is luck.

Then in the missionary position, I fucked her hard. Very hard. I closed her mouth with my mouth while I fuck her wet pussy hard again and again. I bit her neck many times while I fuck her wet and craving pussy.

I took her hair back in the bed of her hair and pulled the bitch's hair roughly, for which she moaned, "Aaahhh." Then I let her loose as she should not moan loudly.

I fucked. And fucked very hard till my heart desired more and more. The way I fuck her is more ethnic and fresh. My complete sweat touched her bare body. In no time, she started crying.

Anaswarawhile crying) Please, slow. Aaahhh. Please.

No please to me. She should suffer that pain so that I can get pleasure. She was also enjoying it but not telling me anything as down of her was paining like hell. After ten minutes, I came in her pussy after hers. I stood like that for some time and knelled on my legs on the bed.

She immediately grabbed my dick and licked it clean. Then I pissed on her in the bed, for which she was shocked and told.

Anaswara: What the fuck did you do? Where the hell should I sleep?

I slapped her on the face and showed her with my hands to sleep on the ground. I completed my pissing on the bed, grabbed her by the neck, and pinned her towards the pissed area on the bed. I left her, for which she rose with piss in her mouth and face.

Anaswara: I hate it. But I will get used to it.

In no time, I readied myself and went out before she told

Anaswara: Please do visit me whenever you want.

With that, I left the room silently and slept. For the next month, I fucked my wife in the morning and daughter in the night with a mask on my face. I never revealed myself to my daughter. I used to have different sex positions with both. I want to do both, which never happens.

After a month, I was fed up fucking them both. So I slept for more than usual. I woke up to the loud noises of my wife and the loud cry of my daughter. I went out to the hall to check on them. My wife was yelling at my daughter, to which my daughter had no answer. I went near them and asked.

Me(to both): (in a sleepy mood) What happened, Ladies?

There was silence for the next few minutes. So I asked them again, to which my wife replied.

Manju: She is pregnant.

FUCK. All my sleep was gone. I completely forgot to put condom while fucking my daughter. How the hell did I miss this? My daughter gave me the biggest surprise gift and a shock to my wife.

My wife was angry about who was responsible for it. My daughter is also clueless about the same, who is responsible for it. Deep down, only I know what both people don't. I am responsible. I am the main culprit.

I was given a surprise shock by my daughter, that she is pregnant. My wife was so angry at her. She asked her many times which is the reason for it was. But the poor daughter does not know who it is.

It was crystal clear in my mind that whatever happened, I should tell them who was the reason for it. But before that, I want to have last sex with my beautiful bitch wife and slave daughter individually.

My wife was furious about my daughter and locked her inside her room. She sat in our room while I was thinking of how to tell them that I was the main reason for it.

It was a strange feeling for me because I thought I was fucking my sperm. But lately, I realised that I put sperm in my grown-up sperm. I was laughing at the same time while feeling guilty. I decided to tell them after one final fuck individually.

I went to my room and locked the door from the inside. My super-hot wife sat on the bed while crying. I was nearing her, and she looked at me with red, watery eyes. I know what she is feeling but kept silent.

I went near her and took my 65 kilos wife in my lap. I put my hands on her cheeks and rubbed the water droplets from her beautiful almond eyes. I rubbed and then kissed her cheek, and she spoke.

Manju: How can she do so?

Me: It happens at this age. Do not worry. We will sort it out.

Manju: What the fuck are you talking about? Don't you have any responsibility towards her?

I was in my place about to put my hands on her boobs but stopped as she was saying;

Manju: We did not have children after her just because we thought one was enough. She should have at least known to use protection while doing such things.

Now I placed my hand on her boobs over her black saree. And started squeezing, to which she replied;

Manju: Bloody fucking idiot. I am not in the mood to do this thing. How can you do after all?

My wife embarrassed me badly, as every woman does to her husband. I was helpless and madly decided to fuck her. Because I do not know how she would react if she founds that I am responsible for our daughter's situation.

So whatever happens, I have to fuck my wife so badly now. I bloody want to tear her clothes with my hands and lick every inch of her body and deep throat her. Then fuck her pussy forcefully if she does not accept.

Me: Do you think I am not angry? I do not want to show it!

I again placed my hands on her boobs. She can not refuse now.

Me: Daily, I go to duty, and you are alone with her. You should know it.

Now I started squeezing my wife's boobs very badly. She was moaning aloud while crying for our daughter.

Me: I am turning my anger into horny towards you. You better cooperate else I will fuck you without your consent.

I fastened my squeezing. Her spongy boobs were sagging and wanting to get out of her blouse. With no other choice, she told;

Manju: Ok. Please be calm and Sort this thing out afterwards.

I had spoken very confidently with her, maintaining my voice high. But if she finds out the truth, she will surely kill me because she is very conventional. It has been so long since I tasted my wife.

First, I made her sit on my face and ate the pussy hard while she moaned like hell. I did not taste her for long because I was not in the mood to please her. I am in a mood to get pleased by her.

In a split minute, I tore all her clothes except her lingerie and bra. My ugly black cock popped out vigorously while I removed my shorts down. She saw it touched it, and told;

Manju: Looking at your hood tells me you need me in every possible way.

Me (while being Confident): Shut the fuck up, you dirty whore. I married you just because you have a very big mouth. So now bend on your knees and blow me hard.

Maintaining proper silence, she bent on the ground, lowering her knees opposite my dick. What else would she do? After all, she married an ugly daughter fucker to get fucked in every position which her husband decides.

She closed her eyes while moving front and back on my shaft. Mine was very hard; she could feel every inch of it as she moved front and back. My wife groaned while her hands moved rapidly behind my thighs.

Me: Suck it, you bloody bitch. The whole of your family is like this. That is the reason your daughter is fucked by someone.

She popped my dick out and spat.

Manju: You are an unfaithful father and scolding me for the rat shit done by our daughter. Do not dare you to utter a single word!

CHAP, I slapped my wife very hard on her right cheek with my left hand. I held her by the hair and told;

Me: Do not stop pleasing me. Or I will screw you from top to bottom.

Manju: You are a monster nowadays.

While she was yelling at me, I held her by the hair and again put my shaft in her beautiful mouth. Her head was bobbed front and back in my hands rapidly while pulling her hair as she sucked in between her beautiful pink lips. She was yelling aloud.

It was the end. She can not take it anymore. I am being fucking dominant over her. I let her loose while holding her hair, for which she started taking big gasps due to massive gagging.

I held her by the boobs and lifted her holding both boobs, and threw my wife bitch on the bed. I stripped her naked completely and stretched her legs wide on the bed. I stood on my knees after keeping three pillows under her back.

Then I inserted my black dick in her wet pussy while slapping her face side by side. Her face became red. Yet she did not utter but moan while she ran her hands through her large breast.

I need to feel her warmth. So I bent forward and fell on her large breast. Her body touched mine, for which she squirted like hell. Biting her neck and turning it red, I came into her pussy. We had a hard couple fucking sessions. I do not know when I will fuck her again after she founds out the truth.

Manju: I am thirsty. Let me go and drink some water and come.

I remembered the first time I was thirsty. The night all started. This all started just because of my thirst. I am very angry about it. I held her by the back of her neck while she moved forward.

Manju (while in shock): What do you want now? I cleared your thirst, right? Let me go and clear mine.

Me: open your mouth. I will clear yours too.

Manju: Oh really. Then do it.

With that, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth facing up. She opened her eyes shockingly after tasting salty warm water in her mouth. Yes. It was my pee in her mouth that she had just tasted.

Manju (while I pee on her): Bastard! Are you mad or what?

I completed my peeing and slapped her hard one last time on her face, for which she felt like a whore. She felt correct. The very wife is a whore for her husband.

Me: Give me our daughter's room keys, and I will tell you who fucked her after knowing from her.

Manju: She did not tell me only. Why would she tell you?

I took the mask from the cupboard and covered my face fully after wearing my clothes.

Me: I promise to tell you who is responsible for it.

She gave me the keys while I gave her some water.

Me: Just do not interrupt me if she yells from the room also. Trust me. I will find it out. Just be silent and wait outside.

She completely believed in me and waited outside. I had a Viagra and went into our daughter's room. My wife waited outside for the culprit she wanted to know.

I opened my daughter's room door. I found her sleeping on the bed facing down, crying till her face reddened. I know I am the reason for her crying daily, either after fucking or after pregnancy.

She turned to see who had come into the room to look at her after a devastating incident. She was spellbound to see the masked guy. She immediately rose on her knees on the bed and started yelling aloud.

Anaswara: You are responsible for my situation. I do not want to see you ever again. Just get out of our house, else I will scream aloud, and my parents will catch you.

I took the marker and wrote it on the wall again. "I will reveal myself to you after I enjoy your body for one last time." She was embarrassed.

Anaswara (while crying): What do you think of me, bastard? Do I like a whore to you?

I wrote on the wall, "Yes," for which she got angry and shouted loudly.

Anaswara: Mom, dad. Someone is in my room. Please come soon.

I again wrote on the wall, "No one is home except you and me." I looked at her, and she felt hopeless.

I again wrote on the wall, "I promise you I will reveal myself to you, or else you will not know who I am forever." She started thinking for herself.

Anaswara: What choice do I have? Do you even care to know that I am pregnant? I have your baby in my belly?

I again wrote on the wall, "Yes, I know." I saw her confused face.

Anaswara: How the hell do you know it? I know this just an hour ago.

"I will tell you everything after our session only," I wrote for once last on the wall.

She wiped her tears and undressed in no time. She is been naked in front of me in no time. She is ready to get fucked by me. Just to know who I am.

Anaswara: Go on! This is the last time you are using me as a slave. Please help me. Because after this I will tell everything to my parents.

While she was looking at me I went near her. I held her tight and slipped her into the bed while hugging her tightly. I am craving every inch of my daughter's body and want to have an intense session, which I got preceding.

I held her by the head and bent her down draping her hair completely with my hands. She put it in as a daily slave and started moving on my dick in and out with her small beautiful mouth. Her head followed her hand, sliding on my dick while giving the oral.

She became excellent at giving oral, and now she is exceptional. Better than her mother. Just to know who I am. Bloody teen bitch.

She took her fingers down to her vagina and started fingering her young pussy. I was giving soft groans in between as she was biting my cock intentionally in her mouth, but I enjoyed everything she was doing. I felt a little strange this time and let her loose.

I wrote on the wall, "For once can I fuck you without the mask, only after closing your mouth and tying your hands." She thought a bit and told;

Anaswara: This might be your last session, go on.

I took a big tape of her projects which was on her desk and tied her hands back to her. I took one napkin and puffed her mouth full and I threw her on the bed.

Me: Get ready to witness what you never thought in your dream also.

While listening to my voice only she found out who I am. I revealed myself to her just like kamal-hasan revealed himself to all the villains in the 'Vikram' movie.

She was spellbound again. Widened her eyes and stood on her knees and felt betrayed. I went near her and put my hand on her face and told;

Me: Sorry, beta. I had to fuck you. I do not have any other chance.

She was in complete shock. Feeling dumb. She is alive but in an ideal position now.

Me: you can scream as much as you want to today. Anyway, you will tell your mother. So I do not want to waste the situation. I am going to tear your ass today. So just co-operate with your father.

With my hands, I roamed all over her body while I grabbed mounds of her breast. First, I went near her legs, then her thighs, her wet pussy and went back to her ass and put my finger in her tight ass.

Absolute tight. I cupped her smooth buttocks and squeezed with my powerful hands, for which she let out soft moans. I jumped on her after undressing myself. I touched her body with mine while her mouth closed and her hands tied.

I was behind her and held her by the hands and kissed her on the back of her neck. For the first time, I kissed her normally with my mouth.

Me: I am sorry, my dear. I must fuck you. I had a Viagra just now. I desperately want you bitch.

She was giving moans as I cupped her mouth with napkins. I do not know whether she likes me after knowing who I am. But her hands are tied, and her mouth is puffed, so what do I need? This situation told me to enjoy her, and I am going with the flow.

I found her clit on her back and licked it rapidly. I could not wait for any more. I wanted to be inside her.

Me: Get ready to take daddy's dick.

She does not want this, but her pussy is wet. Which aroused me to do so. After I found her wet pussy, I slowly eased into her, for which she cried slowly. I felt her inner walls opening, trying to throw my dick out while I went deep into her.

Her mind was blank as she was getting fucked day her father. Mine was clear, to fuck my daughter. A heat started generating in my loins. I made her on all fours while her hands were still tied back. And started thumping her in and out while spanking her ass cheeks and pulling her hair mercilessly.

Me: Thank you, bitch. For giving me such wonderful pressure.

Her boobs heaved front and back while I fuck her in and out. I immediately grabbed hold of those and started squeezing. I liked it. I do not know whether she liked it or not. But I loved it.

I loved fucking my daughter while squeezing her boobs with one hand and pulling her hair with the other hand. She was left with only one thing, nothing but moaning.

I turned her around and saw her face up and me while her hands were still back. I fell on her again, hitting her boobs firmly.

Me: I love to fuck you in missionary, beta.

My toes danced in the air while I thrust her in and out rapidly. Our bodies are crushed over and over again. My thighs slapped her soft skin each time I moved in and out. I slowed down and sped up rapidly again to feel my daughter's body's sensation.

Pinning her to bed, I drove her pussy again and again while holding her hips from the side for all she had, only moans.

Me: Thanks for everything, kid. I will pay you now, do not worry. I will pay the mother and daughter ransom for giving me a wonderful pleasure.

I hugged her tight for some time, then came into her tight pussy after hers. I can not take the napkins out, but I need my dick clean with her only. So I took her hair in my hands and used her hair like a tissue to clean my dick.

Me: I am going to do one last thing for you.

I stood on the floor while she was still in bed. I aimed my cock straight at her face and started peeing on her. I peed on her head, then on her breasts, then on her whole body. She did not flinch or move. She stood like that on the bed in the corpse pose. I dressed and untied her.

Me: Now tell your mom if you want.

She went near the door and opened it while dressed. She stood at the entrance and started crying. I went past her out the door to find my wife holding HCG.

She was shocked at me and spoke;

Manju: Did she say anything?

Me: She will come and tell you. What is the matter with that?

Manju: We were also not using the condom long, so I thought to test.

Me: What is it?

Manju: It is positive. I am pregnant too.

"Fuck the world," I thought to myself. Now both are pregnant because of me. Before one got sorted, one more thing came up.

In between, my daughter came out dressed with semen in her hair. Her mother was shocked to see her in that situation.

Manju (to Anaswara): what happened to you, beta?

Anaswara: Mom, do you want to know the reason for my situation?

Manju: Yes, I will kill him once I know him.

Now I will become a father and grandfather at the same time. My daughter looked at me angrily and told her mother who was responsible for her situation.

Anaswara: It is the same person responsible for the same situation as mine to you.

Manju: I did not get you.

Anaswara: Your beloved husband did this to me.

For that, my wife saw me with an angry look I have never seen since we married. Then she came angrily near me to slap me and did a thing for which my entire life changed very badly. There were bad slaps on my cheeks.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

Nithya Menen

I moved to Australia from Kerala a few months ago. While things were moving in the flow, one day my mom called me, told me that our neighbour's daughter is moving into Australia in a week, and shared my contact with them to help with initial rebasing. So, the next day I got a ping in Whatsapp, it was Nithya aunty.

Nithya is in her late 30's and isn't very tall. She is about 5 feet. She has a nice plumpy-curvy figure.With extraordinary melon and cakes, her face is quite beautiful. She has small lips, delicate features, and brown eyes. In short she's someone that made my mouth water every time I saw her.

We chatted daily to figure out the things related to her accommodation. She was relocating from a different state in Australia to the state which I'm currently residing in. We figured out the accommodation and everything was set for their arrival. Out of the blue while chatting she asked for a photo of mine. I thought she saw me while I was in my teens so wanted to refresh her memory on my looks, I immediately shared a recent snap and she replied 'Handsome hunk <3', I replied thanks and was not having any other thoughts on her comment. Immediately she asked about my relationship status as well.

Things got carried away, they moved in.She moved in with her husband and a daughter. We were in constant touch and since I lived alone, they used to invite me during most of the weekends for lunch or dinner and we explored places in and around.

She used to always compliment my DP and the status in Instagram, I considered everything as genuine comments until that day once I saw her cleavage on a beach day and felt like she was kinda intentionally exposing it more to me. But I didn't react to it extensively, however she caught me looking at it at times.

One day, she called me with a sweet and seductive voice and said, "Lucky, could you come help me with something?" I couldn't turn that down because I wanted to spend time with her.I showed up to their house the next morning. Nithya took me to her back yard, where she had been trying to clean and reorganize the area. As we worked, she stood very close to me, and I was aware of her body occasionally touching me. When I felt my dick stirring in my pants, I knew I needed to move.

The backyard was in need of a sweep and was a jumble of overgrown bushes and scattered tools. Nithya started collecting stray branches after rolling up the sleeves of her blouse to show off her arms' silky, golden skin.I worked next to her. She kinda flaunted. her full breasts and the soft curve of her belly as the saree hugged her in all the right places. I tried to focus on my work but the electricity between the two of us was increasing by the second as she bent down to pick up a flower pot that had fallen over. Nithya, said softly, "You are doing a great job." My breath left my throat when her saree slipped just enough to give a glimpse of her juicy melons before the world sat still, and she slowly straightened back up meeting my eyes. Despite knowing I was eyeing those assets, she didn't look away.

After an hour of work, Nithya suggested they take a break. "Come, let's go inside," she said, wiping her hands on her saree. "I will make us tea." I followed her, and even though the temperature difference between the warm backyard and the colder interior could not have been more stark, the tension only grew. Nithya filled the kettle in the kitchen, moving with a determination that fascinated me. She swayed slightly with each step, and her saree, which seemed to move on its own, slid further off her shoulder, revealing the inviting contour of her breast. My breath was short and shallow, and I could not stop myself from leaning on the counter, riveted with my eyes on her. There was a moment of silence when she turned toward me and our eyes met.

"Lucky, have you ever pondered what it would be like... if things were different?" she said in a husky whisper. Her ambiguous words remained in the atmosphere. As she put the tea cups on the counter, I moved closer and brushed my hands against hers, tightening my throat.

"Nithya aunty--" I began, but she silenced me with a finger to my lips.. I turned to face her, my eyes meeting hers. "Nithya aunty, you know I've always had a thing for you," I said, my voice husky with desire. She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling. "Shh," she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. "Don't say anything."She leaned in, her lips brushing mine, and the world seemed to dissolve around us. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, as her fingers tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened, hungry and desperate, as if we both had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

Nithya's saree slipped further, pooling at her feet, leaving her in her blouse and petticoat. My hands roamed freely, tracing the curves of her body, my touch were so seductive.She pulled away briefly, her chest heaving, and I began to unbutton her blouse. "Help me," she whispered, and Lucky's fingers trembled as he undid the last few buttons. The fabric fell open, revealing her full, luscious breasts, her nipples tight with desire.I groaned, my mouth finding hers again as my hands cupped her breasts, kneading them gently.

Nithya stepped back, her eyes smoldering, and began to unbuckle my belt. "The couch," she breathed, leading me by the hand. Honestly, the whole thing felt surreal--like we'd slipped into some dream where thinking got tossed right out the window and our bodies just took over. Nithya slid onto my lap, straddling me, her thighs gripping my hips, the pressure making my skin buzz. Her chest pressed into mine, warm and soft, and every move just drew us deeper into each other. My hands went down her back, fingers tracing the shape of her spine, tugging her closer because, hell, there wasn't any space left but it still wasn't enough. Our lips crashed together again, more urgent than before like we'd both forgotten how to breathe without each other.

I sucked and sucked the red-toothed aunt's lovely lips. Aunty was feeling upbeat as well, licking her lips and using her blouse to hold both breasts. The fleshy, pale body was squeezed in all directions. I placed my hands on Aunty's velvety buttocks and squeezed her tightly while kissing her lips all the way down to her neck.

Her body pressed against mine as she rocked towards me, her movements were purposeful. My hands found her petticoat and slid it down her legs, exposing her wet underwear. I hooked my fingers into the lace and pulled the strings of her petticoat.

All of a sudden, she pulled my pants down and my penis popped out like a spring. I realized that the warmth of my aunt's hand was pouring on my penis, and she slowly pulled back the foreskin...

Eventually our chapped lips touched each other, and a spark spread from the foot upwards, She drew me around and continued to caress me a little. She moved towards my tool. I started to get in a good mood and Aunty's mouth and lips completely swallowed my penis. I started with a little stroke to support her headjob.Now that more than half of the cock is inside Aunty's mouth, the warmth of it intoxicated me and I pushed the waist slightly…

My cock was getting hotter... Aunty was getting a lot of support from my hips. Aunty's pussy fell on my shoulder. Pluck,Pluck noise was all over the place.

I felt like I was up in the air... I felt like I wasn't fast enough for Aunty.

I put her down... kept my penis in her mouth and started banging. My baby is now able to enjoy the beautiful mouth, lips, tongue and spit…

I supported my hands on the wall and increased the pace...... Any time my boy would explode in Aunty's mouth, I picked up the pace again and continued... I held both hands on Aunty's head and as soon as I started putting it in my mouth, Aunty stopped moving her head and I hit the speed.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh...

Finally my boy Nithya's mouth with my love juices and she drank the semen completely and she said 'Oh, you are so smart...'

I removed that blouse revealing her voluptuous melons wrapped in a red bra. It was 34 C and in good shape. I didn't wait to remove her bra. Rather, I immersed myself into those melons quickly, I sucked them over the bra and did a boob job for some time. As the bra was not soaked in my sweat and saliva, I quickly undid her bra revealing 2 coconut-sized white fat balls with grape-like juicy nipples. I pinched those nipples and started sucking both of them like a baby.

I grabbed Aunty and squeezed her fat boobs, whose boobs were bigger than those in my hand..., I got excited, I sucked Aunty's lips in my mouth, and I was filled with all the excitement like a boy,

Oh... Please don't hurt... She said... I pressed my lips between her breasts and lowered my mouth... She pressed her breasts against my chest, kissed my lips, and with one hand, she squeezed my cock.

I held her close.

Aunty wrapped her arms around me and let her tongue glide down my chest... planted a kiss on my stomach... moved down to my waist and then pulled my pants off, revealing my cock, which was already swollen. It sprang out like a king cobra ready to strike...

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

I noticed Aunty's hand was radiating heat onto my cock as she slowly pulled the skin back... doing it two or three times... her hand's sweat was on my cock. She took it into her mouth, moved her head, and swallowed it. My little guy was enjoying the bliss of her warm mouth.

Aunty stood up and took off her red panties.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh, it was a clean-shaven, juicy pink paradise... she practically drained the water from my throat as she removed her panties.

As Aunty lay on the bed... I climbed on top of her, sucking on her breasts and kissing the sides of her neck, while Aunty tilted her head to the side and half-closed her eyes in pleasure.

The front of Aunty's neck was her sensitive spot, where the movement of my lips made her feel increasingly horny. I kissed her starting from the top of her head, trailing my lips down through her breasts and into the middle of her soft belly.

Huh.... Ohhhhh... up in the bed.

I began licking her from top to bottom... I bit her thighs without even glancing at her. When I kissed her vertical pink lips, she arched like a bow.

She seemed unfazed. I continued kissing and licking her pussy.

The dance of my tongue and lips commenced... The sweet, thick liquid began to melt like butter. I sucked on her pussy as if I were drinking water…

Ohh.... Ohhhh... Aunty lay back and lifted her legs into the air... I placed one finger on Aunty's pussy.

Oh..... Dude... good...

Once or twice, I put my finger in my mouth and rubbed it on my little finger, like an Aunty's lubricant. I held onto Aunty's soft thighs, positioned my feet well inside, and slid out the red-tipped cunt.

Shhh.... Oh.... Mum.....

Aunty got up and tied her loose hair into a bun.

I wrapped my arms around Aunty's back, held her breasts, and kissed her neck... I discovered Aunty's sensitive spot with one finger.

Ohh.... Ohhhh.... Lucky…..nnn...

Aunty placed a hand on my back and played with my hair...

I sucked on her breasts, which were too big for my hands. Aunty squeezed as if she was enveloping my whole body with her breasts.

With one finger from my other hand, I gently circled around her vaginal lips, Ahhh, aaaaah She moaned loudly.

I began sucking her breasts and moving my fingers quickly... Aunty bit my lips and stood close to my body.

I pushed Aunty onto the bed and positioned my feet well inside... I pressed my face into the pink paradise that was still dripping with love juices.

Aunty lifted her waist and pressed it firmly against my face.

I opened the lid and sucked the lump with my tongue, licking up the juices flowing from her vagina and drinking it.

Unable to hold back, Aunty lifted her waist and pulled me on top of her... she embraced me and kissed me... she grabbed me and pushed me beneath her... when Aunty got up, I noticed water flowing like a stream from the lock.

I inserted my cock into their asshole.

Ohhhh.... Da.... Ohhhh, not that today please! She requested.

Aunty had gone to the cowgirl position. Aunty wrapped her pussy around the outside of my bed. Bending her arms on her chest, she took my cock and inserted it into her vagina, holding her legs tightly and moving her arms quickly.

Aunty squeezed my lips, placed my hands over her melons and wrapped the skin of her pussy around my cock.

Oh... Aunty... Aunty was going non-stop... The sound of the pluck pluck echoed throughout the place... I was thrilled, I held Aunty tightly, flipped her over, and put her beneath me, and during that turn, my cock slipped out of the pussy.

She took my dick and directed towards her pussy. I didn't need any instruction on this. I slid my wet dick in and into Nithya's welcoming pussy. I laid down on top of her and began to kiss her while I fucked her. She sucked on my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and squeezed it as I fucked her. She slid her hands all over my back and grabbed my hair.

"Oh Lucky. Fuck me harder. Pound your cock into my cunt. Harder. Harder. YEEEEEEEES!"

I was sweating now and it was dripping down on Nithya. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.

Nithya began to gasp and pant.

"Oh, Lucky. I'm going to cum. Fuck me. Fuuuuuck me. Oh God. I'm cumming. Fuuuuuuuuck."

I could feel Nithya's cunt squeezing my dick as she came and it got me going, too.

"Oh, Nithya. I'm going to cum, too."

"Yes, Lucky. Cum in my cunt. Fill me up with your cum. Do it Lucky. Cum for me."

My cock erupted and shot my love deep in Nithya's cunt. We were both panting for all we were worth. I collapsed on her.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Preity Mukhundhan

I am twenty-four plus, my parents started looking for suitable grooms and was finally married to Sanjeev. Sanjeev was then 29 and was working as an engineer in a multinational company. After marriage, we both had a compatible sex life and Sanjeev was a very caring person.

In fact, Sanjeev never insisted on sex after marriage till we grew intimate enough through kissing and embracing each other and it was almost after a week of our wedding that we had our first mating session and it was very wonderful as we devoured each other in the privacy of our bedroom.

But during the week after our marriage Sanjeev shared with me his only bad habit of taking two pegs of wine before going to bed. My conservative background was initially shocking to learn but as he explained his tiresome nature of duty and the restricted quantity of wine he takes, I accepted it.

After our physical intimacy grew, Sanjeev requested me to give him company by drinking gin so that we can drink together. I rejected his idea initially but then decided to try it once. It was during the second month after marriage that after dinner we two sat together and while Sanjeev sipped his whiskey, I gave him company by sipping gin. To be frank, I didn't like the taste.

However, after our drinking session ended I felt very light and as if I was flying. I was slightly tipsy too. Sanjeev held me in a caring embrace as we moved to our bedroom and by the time we were near the bed the pallu of my saree had slipped from my shoulder and my blouse covered boobs were exposed to his view.

Sanjeev was looking lustily at me. His looks created heat in me and I teasingly asked him, suggesting about my breasts, "Like to drink the wine stored here too?"

"Yeah, if you agree," replied Sanjeev, "And the wine between your legs too."

"You're a real naughty boy," I mockingly said, "Why can't you ask me directly for it? I'm your wife."

Sanjeev's gentle nature came out in his reply even though he was tipsy too, "Ma'am, you're my wife, not my slave. I can't ask you for something for which you may not be ready. I'm not like those males who impose their wills on their wives."

I was really overwhelmed at his sober nature. I hugged him, planted a kiss on his lips and said, "Sir, your madam is equally ready for it. Take me to bed."

We never had any problem in our sex life but that night, maybe for his reassuring words or maybe due to tipsy after effects of the drink, we had a mind-blowing physical intimacy. Sanjeev was giving himself to me in the best possible way he could and I was also surrendering my physical and psychological desires to him. Sanjeev was virile without being passionate. We had sex many times during those two months. But on that night we really got to know each other and loved each other as never before.

Due to some urgent projects of Sanjeev, we could not have our honeymoon tour. That night, after our mating session was over and we were lying in each other's embrace, Sanjeev told me that his project jobs would be over in the next two or three months and we should plan our honeymoon tour.

We decided to travel to Jaipur first by train, stay there for two or three days and then to take flights to Delhi and from Delhi fly to Manali. However, it was practically on the sixth month of our wedding when Sanjeev got his leave and we took 1st class AC train from the railway junction nearest to our place.

It was on the 8th of September that we boarded the super fast train for one night's journey to Jaipur. Sanjeev had told me about this train. Its AC first class coup was very luxurious. Made only for two passengers, one berth was at the lower level of the right side while another was at the upper level of the opposite side. It looked like a private room. Sanjeev teased me looking at the coup, "The berths are broad enough, we two can use one."

"Don't be crazy on train," I chided him laughingly, "Along with the jerking of the train, I can't stand any other jerking."

Both of us smiled at each other. Sanjeev suggested that I should take the lower berth while he would climb to the upper one. The train was yet to start and keeping the luggages in our coup we came down on the platform to buy bottles of mineral water. Sanjeev had carried drinks so that we could enjoy ourselves on board.

Suddenly, we saw Pritam on the platform trying frantically for a reservation. Pritam was Sanjeev's classmate and worked in the same company. As per official hierarchy, Pritam was Sanjeev's immediate superior. Pritam said that he had to go to Jaipur urgently for a meeting the next morning but was unable to get a reservation. September being festival month, the train was full and Pritam couldn't think of travelling in an unreserved coach.

As Pritam tried to contact someone for arranging a reservation, Sanjeev asked me aside, "Can we accommodate him in our coup? It will spoil our privacy and naughty games though."

"Do you think we are going to be naughty onboard the train?" I asked him with awe.

"I had the plan to see how it would be to make love to my wife on a running train," Sanjeev replied in a naughty tone.

"Keep your naughty plan in your brain," I said emphatically, "No touching and cajoling till we are inside the hotel at Jaipur."

"Very cruel wife," Sanjeev said with a feigned note of frustration.

"Call Pritam and offer him to travel in our coup," I said and added further, "I will be assured that my dear husband will not turn horny in the running train in presence of a third party."

Is this called irony? I was teasing my husband about being safe from him if Pritam was there in the coup without even imagining that my greatest ever threat would be from Pritam.

When Sanjeev offered Pritam to travel with us, he refused saying that he would be intruding on our privacy. But as Sanjeev insisted he finally agreed and then jokingly said, "Actually railways should sell a single such berth to the couples and sell the other to distressed passengers like me."

Once in the coup, Pritam said, "I will move to the upper berth."

Then addressing me as the elder brother's wife said, "Bhabiji, I would also like to bring Sanjeev in my berth so that he doesn't disturb your sleep. But I'm afraid you may think of both as gay."

We laughed at his words but he said to my husband, "Sanjeev, sleep like a good boy and don't disturb bhabi. Remember I am on the upper berth keeping constant watch. After all, bachelors like me always like to play the role of self-proclaimed moral guardians of married couples."

We all laughed at his words. Pritam and Sanjeev were then discussing some official matters related to their upcoming project. The train had started in the meantime and after about five minutes the TTE came to check the tickets.

Sanjeev told the TTE that Pritam had his ticket but since he did not get a reservation, we accommodated him in our coup. The TTE seemed reluctant to allow it till Pritam and Sanjeev agreed to pay some extra sum to him. Before leaving, the TTE asked us to lock the door of the coup from inside.

After the TTE left Sanjeev locked the door and asked Pritam if he would like to have a drink. Pritam said, "There are two conditions. One, if bhabiji doesn't mind our drinking. Two, you've kindly accommodated me even causing your inconvenience, so it will be from my side."

"Your bhabi won't mind," Sanjeev replied, "I have taught her to take a bit of gin to give me company."

"Oh that's great," Pritam exclaimed, "Presuming that I will have to travel in an unreserved compartment, I had brought canned gin and canned whiskey to make a cocktail. But bhabiji can take the gin we'll do with whiskey."

"You can make a cocktail, if you wish, "I assured Pritam, "I only take a smaller quantity just to give him company and can't consume the full can."

Pritam brought out three cans. Two containing whiskey named something like Stillhouse Moonshine. I never heard such a name. The third one was Mint and Cucumber gin. Despite the fact that Sanjeev requested him not to open all the cans at a time, Pritam opened all of them. He gave one can of whiskey to Sanjeev, kept one for himself and gave the gin can to me telling us, "As we don't have glasses so let us have one can each. Bhabiji, you take just as much as you are comfortable with. No need to think of the unconsumed leftovers."

We began sipping slowly and comfortably. Pritam had also brought five packets of fried cashew nuts and more than the gin I was interested in. Perhaps we gossiped and enjoyed the drink for about an hour when Sanjeev declared that he was feeling sleepy and managed to turn on his side to sleep in the lower berth leaving space for me and Pritam to sit.

The train was running at full speed. After Sanjeev had fallen asleep, our conversation became dull and I too felt sleepy. So I waited for half an hour and talked casually to Pritam as a courtesy and then said, "I'm feeling sleepy too. I am coming from the toilet before I sleep."

I lifted myself from the seat to unlock the door but due to the speed of the train could not keep my balance. Pritam came to my help and opened the door. I had hardly taken two pegs but felt tumultuous as I went out of the coup and was walking along the corridor towards the toilet. I was walking keeping my balance on the train wall and yet my head was so heavy that I stumbled. But I did not fall. Pritam had kept a watch on me and he caught me from falling. His hands surrounded me along my waist.

Pritam said to me, "Don't walk alone. Hold my shoulder and walk along to the toilet."

He took me to the toilet, opened the door for me and as I entered he said from my back, "Catch something or you might fall down."

As I came out of the toilet, Pritam again held me but this time his grip tightened a bit on my body. I thought he was afraid that I would stumble again. As we walked along the corridor, he said, "Sanjeev never does his homework well. See he shouldn't have fallen asleep while you're still awake. He spoiled your honeymoon privacy by inviting me in your coup. Now he should have been with you to escort you to the toilet, but the fool is sleeping leaving his lovely wife in my care."

Despite being tipsy and tumultuous, I looked disapprocingly at Pritam at his using the adjectives "fool" and "lovely" for Sanjeev and me respectively. Pritam said, "Don't mind bhabi, he joined this company before me and today I am his superior just for his lackadaisical attitude."

I didn't say anything. We had reached our coup by then. Sanjeev had by then changed his posture of sleeping and lying on his back had almost occupied the entire berth leaving no space for me. I tried to push him to a side but his athletic body was too much to move. I called him by name several times but he was in deep slumber.

Pritam was just looking at my efforts. I said to him a bit roughly, "Can't you join hands to push your friend to one side?"

"No use," said Pritam, "When asleep a man gets heavier. You better climb and occupy the upper berth?"

"And where will you go?" I asked Pritam.

"Don't bother," Pritam replied, "I will adjust with Sanjeev by pushing him to the other side."

"Are you sure?" I asked as I was feeling embarrassed that Sanjeev had occupied the entire berth.

As assured by Pritam, I decided to go to the upper berth. With the speeding train and my own tumultuous condition I had to take the help of Pritam to climb through the wooden stairs kept in the coup for the passenger of the upper berth. I didn't know whether it was intentional or accidental, while helping me to climb, Pritam's hands were firmly on my waist and asses. But I decided to ignore as he was helping me to reach the upper berth.

Wishing Pritam good night I prepared to sleep and took a bedsheet from my bag and covered myself. I was wondering why a slight sip of gin made me tipsy and tumultuous because I had hardly taken one-sixth of the small can while at home I usually took two pegs. As I laid my body on the upper berth I felt a kind of numbness in my limbs. I raised and moved my hands twice or thrice but there was no difficulty in moving except that they felt heavy.

Pritam saw me moving my hands and asked, "Is anything wrong?"

"Not exactly," I replied, "Has a feeling as if hands and legs have grown heavy."

"Take a long sleep", said Pritam, "I hope you drank gin earlier also."

"Yes," I said, "Not this brand of course."

I turned towards the closed side of the berth and did not know when I fell asleep. Pritam had in the meantime put off the bright light and turned on the dim blue light. I was suddenly awakened when I felt a heavy weight on me and it was a smothering weight.

When I tried to locate, in the half lighted coup, I found Pritam is on me and we are under the same bedsheet. I was so afraid and startled that I screamed but soon Pritam's face descended on my lips and kissed me. I tried to push him away but felt the numbness of my hands. Due to the effect of the drink I could not exactly make out what was happening. Pritam kissed my lips to his heart's content and then disengaged.

Finding my mouth free I immediately reacted, "What nonsense is this? How dare you do this to your friend's wife?"

I had spoken those words at the top of my voice so that I could draw Sanjeev's attention. But my own voice appeared meek and feeble to my own ears. Pritam laughed like a villain and said, "Scream as much you can. Your husband will not awake in the next seven hours. I have drugged him already and in seven hours you can make love to me several times."

While continuing my efforts to fight and free myself, I reacted, "You beast, trying to violate somebody's wife. How can you give such an indecent proposal to me? Do you think I am as lecherous as you? Just get off my body before I do anything violent and kick you out of the coup."

Smiling like a devil, Pritam said, "You may not be lecherous as me but you have to be if you wish to avoid bruises and marks on your body.

And you wish to kick me out and fight me? Just check your limbs, honey. You are drugged too and will remain so for hours. Don't behave like a prude. Since the day I saw you I longed to be one with you, darling. Your figure has a mesmerizing effect. Even in my dreams I see you nude and making love to me."

Pritam's obscene words shocked me and I was very much alarmed at the numbness of my limbs and my feeble voice. As if not to antagonize him, I said seductively, "I might not have been able to avoid the temptation of enjoying a handsome man like you, but the unlucky thing is I am on my periods. Can we plan it while in Jaipur?"

Pritam gave a viperish smile. As Pritam was on me, my limbs were considerably numb, and I was under the terrible shock of an unexpected sexual attack. I had not realized my situation. But I shivered when Pritam's hand went straight inside my panty and groping my clean shaved pudenda pushed a finger roughly inside my pussy hole and said, "So you're on your period and without napkins!"

The fact that my lie had been caught had no effect on me as I was more shocked to realize that my salwar was not only unknotted but was pulled to my knees. Pritam was telling me, "You're smart but I am smarter. So leave your lies and enjoy it with me without bothering about your hubby. He will not wake up till 7 in the morning."

"You can fuck me," I sharply replied, "But remember the consequences. And for your information, I am not a whore to enjoy with everyone who has an unsatisfactory tool."

"I am not afraid of the consequences," replied Pritam, "I just want to enjoy it with you. What did you say? You're not a whore? You better prepare yourself to be my whore so that no mark of violence is there on your tender and beautiful body."

Pritam once again brought down his face on mine but instead of kissing started biting my lower lip making me let out a sound of pain. Pritam stopped biting and then asked, "How was it baby? Like to have more bite marks on your lips and cheeks?"

I was stunned at Pritam's cruelty. I tried to fight back once again and to push him off my body. But my efforts were inadequate as the numbness had spread from my elbows to the fingers. However, despite the burden of his body on me I kept shaking my body under him as if to shake him off.

Pritam laughed mischievously and said, "The way you're shaking seems as if you're looking for my cock to take it in your hot hole."

In anger I lifted my hand to give him a hard slap but my hand fell like that of a half paralyzed person. Pritam understood, he caught my hand, kissed it and said, "This smooth and sexy hand is not fit for slapping. It has more precious jobs to do."

Telling this, Pritam guided my hand to touch his cock. For the first time I realized that he was already nude under the bedsheet. I shivered in abhorrence thinking that myself, wife of Sanjeev, was on the railway berth under another man, who was nude and was forcing me to touch his dick.

Pritam continued to tease me verbally, "Do you like taking it in your hand, sweetie? Is it bigger than Sanjeev's? Don't be afraid, it has grown like a giant to drill your hot pussy. Don't be ashamed, baby, I know you're hot and sexy."

I felt humiliated and his heavyweight body was hurting me. Tears came in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. Pritam teased again, "Those who have wet eyes are also said to have wet pussies."

Pritam's hands had already pushed the lower edge of my kameez upward exposing my belly. He then pushed it further up exposing my breasts covered by my bra. His hands pushed the bra cups upwards and my young boobs were exposed to Pritam. He started groping both quite roughly with his hands and teased, "It is more exciting to caress a woman in front of her sleeping husband. But your tits are well shaped and very sensuous."

I clenched my teeth in utter disgust. But despite my disgust at Pritam's groping, my nipples stood erect. Pritam pressed them hard between his thumb and index finger making me groan in pain but he teased again, "Your nipples got erected which shows your prudish behaviour was pretentious. You are enjoying it."

"You're hurting me," I said angrily, "Don't be under the false impression that I am enjoying it. You're taking advantage of a helpless woman after she and her husband were drugged by you."

"Yes, I planfully drugged both of you," Pritam said shamelessly, "I was longing to fuck you from the day I saw you. You're the type of woman who radiates sexuality and I knew both of you have drinking habits. So I just took advantage.

Instead of complaining just surrender yourself and nobody will ever know of our affairs on board the train. A sexy beauty like you is not to be limited to the enjoyment of one person. I promise, if you fulfill my desire, I will be nice to you and won't hurt you. I can assure you, you will enjoy more than you enjoy with your hubby."

"You may consider everyone as dirty as you," I reacted, "But I don't have any interest either in you or in any other person except Sanjeev. And remember, I am not a whore to enjoy every, Dick and Harry."

"I wanted you to enjoy at your own will," Pritam said hissingly, "But since you would not comply I will make you my slut. And remember, I am not Tom, Dick or Harry, I am your husband's superior and I will make you enjoy being with me like a bitch and shatter all your prudish ego tonight."

As the train ran in speed, Sanjeev slept on the lower berth, Pritam attacked me like a wild beast kneading my boobs, kissing my lips. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked me so hard that I was almost crying in pain. I was practically lying under his body like a corpse. He forced his tongue inside my mouth and started playing with my tongue.

Pritam was already nude. His hard prick occasionally pricked against various parts of my body. But despite all his manipulations with my body, particularly with my private parts, I remained dry in fear and utter disgust. For my tipsy condition and numbness I just did not resist and remained passive.

Pritam fondled my body for about an hour and then removed the bedsheet that covered us for so long. But I was afraid when I saw his massive tool. Its length and diameter reminded me of a Malayali banana and I was very shocked that it would soon hurt me. I was frightened that if he would try to insert it, I would be injured and my quim would be torn apart.

I had by then recovered much of my normal voice and tried to call Sanjeev at a louder voice. But my unlucky husband was under deep drug induced sleep as his friend and boss forcibly played with my chastity.

Pritam suddenly started playing with my pussy. It was clean shaved and he had no difficulty in inserting his finger. First he inserted his index finger and then his middle finger and kept pressing the labia lips between those fingers and the thumb. A forbidden sensation ripped through my body making me shiver.

Pritam continued fingering my pussy for about half an hour and when he abruptly stopped he looked straight to my face. I could not hide the expression of disappointment as he suddenly stopped fingering. He gave a wicked smile and asked, "Enjoying it, sexy baby?"

I gave a stern look to hide my feelings and shut my eyes. I could feel his movement on the berth but did not open my eyes lest he could discover my disappointment in my looks. But what he did next was most offensive to me. He pressed my cheeks and as I opened my mouth he put his tongue inside.

He repeated this game five or six times so that every time he pressed my cheeks my lips parted. But then when I opened my mouth, my oral cavity was forcibly filled not with his tongue but with his thick meat. I opened my eyes but I could hardly see anything as his scrotum was near my face. All that I could see was his hairy chest and all that I could feel was his meat almost choking me at my throat. I could not speak anything except making sounds like, "gnnn....gnnn....gnnn."

I never had this experience with my husband and was trying to move my mouth. But Pritam roughly ordered, "Suck it nicely, hot bitch, if you don't want to get choked."

Involuntarily I started sucking his hard dick as it helped me to avoid getting choked though I was mentally full of disgust to have taken his dirty organ in my mouth. Pritam slapped my cheeks and said, "How do you like it, my slut?"

I didn't reply. Suddenly I noticed Pritam's left hand was above my face at a height of two feet. I tried to find out if he had some other evil plan in mind. In trying to find out I had stopped sucking. He slapped on my cheeks and said, "Don't stop sucking till you're told to."

While moving my tongue and lips on his big phallus, I tried desperately to find out what his left hand was doing and was more than shocked to find that it was holding his mobile and recording my act of sucking the cock.

I tried to free my mouth from this dirty act of cock sucking. But he held me tight and began to put his cock in and out of my mouth and said, "That's how I use a slut. First, I fuck the mouth and then her hot pussy."

After Pritam brought out his cock from my mouth, he pulled down my panty exposing my cunt and both my panty and salwar were pulled down to my ankle. His hands started groping my smooth thighs and then his face descended on my pussy and he began to suck my labial lips. For the first time I let out a passionate moan of pleasure escape my mouth as I felt the first wetness in my love spot.

However, after a moan I maintained my composure and tried to divert my mind reminding me that I was being fucking against my will. But Pritam then pushed his hot tongue deep inside my pussy licking its walls violently. I had an involuntary discharge of vaginal juice in considerable quantity.

Pritam's tongue then got to my clit and started playing with it, sending terrible sensations to my body. I felt as if I had been electrified. Myself, the conservative housewife of a loving husband wondered how I could get aroused like a slut during a sexual assault against my will.

Mentally I was still full of hatred for Pritam and what he was doing. I wanted to resist him at any cost but my body was getting aroused and responding gradually to his illicit caress.

Pritam perhaps performed on my cunt for thirty minutes after which I started loud moans of passion. It was a shameless moan of a horny woman. I tried to look at my husband who was in deep sleep. Pritam looked into my eyes and said, "Be assured, he will not wake till morning. I think you're now ready to be my slut."

I did not say yes or no. Pritam roughly spread my legs on the upper berth and positioned himself. Looking at his Malayali banana like dick I pleaded, "Please don't hurt."

Slowly Pritam invaded my already slippery pussy and as it kept sliding deep inside my pussy muscles were stretched as never before in life. Finally, Pritam's big cock was completely swallowed by my craving cunt and he began strokes of various rhythms and speed making me scream in uncontrollable sexual excitement.

Pritam was ploughing me as if teasing my pussy, taking it often to near orgasm and then slowed down his speed all of a sudden. By then I was no longer a passive participant but gave upward thrusts to match with his act of plumbing. Pritam asked, "Are you enjoying it, baby?'

I didn't reply but shamelessly said, "Please don't tease me more. Do it faster and let it be over.'

Pritam stopped ploughing altogether and said, "Ok, let us stop here."

I could not hide my frustration and it came spontaneously out of my mouth, "Oh, no, not now."

Pritam smiled and said, "Do you agree that you've become my slut?"

I just said, " It has become unbearable for me."

"Not that way," Pritam gravely commanded, "You must admit that you're my whore."

It was so unbearable, I hesitantly replied, "Ok, I am."

Pritam restarted plumbing my pussy. This time hard and rapid thrusts and I started moaning in passion. It was about twenty minutes after that we had our orgasm and held each other in tight embrace.

My husband was still asleep on the lower berth. Once it was over I felt sorry for my innocent husband and was crying. Pritam tried to console me, "Don't cry and be smart. We both enjoyed it. If I had not forced you would have never known the pleasure of extra-marital sex."

I sobbingly said, "I never wanted to enjoy extra-marital pleasure. You spoiled me for your evil desire."

"Still behaving like a prude!" Pritam said sarcastically, "You were at such a height of sexuality that you pleaded not to stop and even admitted that you're my whore."

I had no reply but just said, "Now get down and leave me alone."

Pritam looked at his watch and said, "It's only 2.30 AM. We still have four and half hours before your husband wakes up. Do you think I will allow this time to be wasted?"

"You have got everything you wanted," I said angrily, "What more do you need?"

Pritam was seated on the berth and said, "Just place your head on my lap, your mouth facing my tool."

As I refused, he pulled me roughly by the hairs and hissed, "Behave like a good slut. I don't like the disobedience of sluts."

He pulled my head on his lap. He was still nude and his cock half erect. As I faced his cock, he commanded, "Now take it in your mouth and keep sucking and caressing it lovingly."

Helplessly I took it in my mouth once again and started sucking. His cock started growing hard inside my mouth. I kept on sucking while his hands groped my boobs, asses and pussy. It was nearly fifteen past three when he commanded to suck faster and spurted his thick semen inside my mouth. It was such a heavy load that even though he pressed my nose to make me swallow, some came out of my lips and he said, "Now you look like a perfect slut."

I lowered my gaze and stooped my head in utter humiliation. He then asked me to clean up the mess as he got down from the upper berth. He dressed himself and said, "You too dress up now so that your husband does not suspect anything. And don't think of complaining, your video is with me."

Pritam then made a little space beside Sanjeev and rested there while I occupied the upper berth.

Next morning we reached Jaipur at around 8. Sanjeev was sorry to find that Pritam had to share the berth with him while I had to climb to the upper berth. He apologized for being too drunk.

Pritam left us at Jaipur from where we had different tour routes and other places to go. Before leaving, Pritam laughingly said to me, "Don't let Sanjeev drink and sleep like that. Thanks to both of you for accommodating me even sacrificing your convenience. But I hope I didn't disturb you."

Then Pritam said to me, "Bhaviji, thank you for your kindness. I will surely meet you both once you're back from your tour. Have a pleasant honeymoon tour."

THE-END

 

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#Ayesha khan

Ayesha Khan strolled down the hallway of the Hilton Hotel. The attractive 23-year-old looked good in her black slacks and long sleeved beige shirt, both of which clung to her shapely body like a second layer of skin.

Her alluring, almond shaped, dark brown eyes scanned the area. She had exotic facial features and a natural light-caramel textured skin tone. Her long, dark black hair hung to just above her 38, double D breasts, that jutted out from her five-foot-six-inch, 38-34-40 sexy body.

Ayesha Khan was quite proud of her body. Growing up she had become a little chubby during her middle school years. Her parents blamed it on her diet, which differed from what they had been used to before immigrating from the village when Ayesha Khan was only three years old. While chubby, but bigger busted than most of her classmates when she began high school, she developed into quite a beautiful young woman before graduating.

Ayesha Khan worked on average three times a week at a local salon, though she makes more doing hair privately--though illegally--on the side. She also occasionally takes clients here at the hotel, using one of the unused rooms before or after her part-time job.

Ayesha Khan's mother is the head of housekeeping at the hotel. When Ayesha Khan decided to go to community college to study for a career in IT, after tiring of toiling full-time doing hair a little over a year ago, her mother helped her to get hired part-time at the hotel. She started in housekeeping, but soon transitioned to working as a desk attendant and concierge.

In her role of concierge, Ayesha Khan was able to move about somewhat freely, with access to the entire building, which enabled her to disappear long enough to use vacant rooms for the occasional haircut. But it also enabled her to do something else…

The Hilton Hotel was also a conference center. As such, it hosted many conventions, banquets, and other activities, bringing a lot of people to the place at all times of the year.

In recent months, Ayesha Khan had found that, by paying attention to the guests, she could often determine their habits, and figure out who used cash a lot at the bar, restaurant and gift shop, and then, while they were occupied in a meeting or event, or using the pool or gym, she could use a pass key and slip into their room and go through a purse or wallet, and grab a few bills.

She wasn't a fool. Ayesha Khan would only take what she assumed would be unnoticed. A single 500 note out of a wallet that had five or six in it would not attract attention, at least not by the time it was noticed. By then the owner would assume they spent it somewhere.

Sometimes it was only a 100 . And often she came away empty handed. But still, on a good weekend, Ayesha Khan could come away with at least an extra 3K.

Her only concern was the security system. But that was where Kanna came in handy.

Kanna was the 26-year-old wiz kid who handled the IT equipment and security monitors. He was a tall, lanky man who looked like he could still be in high school. He didn't have a girlfriend, loved sci-fi, especially comic character movies, and had quite the porn collection. And yes, he did confirm to Ayesha Khan that he recognized the similarity of her and the old porn star,; and offered to show her some clips of the actress in action if she ever wanted to see them.

Ayesha Khan knew that guy was attracted to her. So she used that to her advantage. She talked him into erasing any keycard activity on doors she used, and had him disable a camera while she entered a room. Of course, this was only to help her use the room for haircuts she had explained.

But it didn't take Kanna long to learn what else was happening. Still, he covered for her, and would be rewarded with a quick handjob while playing with Ayesha Khan's bountiful tits.

Ayesha Khan didn't mind jacking Kanna off. She used to wonder if the man was still a virgin, but he claimed he wasn't.

Despite her orthdox upbringing, Ayesha Khan had grown up westernized and was sexually active. Even her parents were not very religious. Ayesha Khan had learned early on how to use her looks to her advantage. Still, she wasn't a slut by any means, but she had been with a handful of men. She practiced safe sex, almost always insisting on a partner using a condom. She did enjoy letting a man tit fuck her, and she would suck dick, but never let a man cum in her mouth. She would instead have him cum on her tits, or between them.

Kanna's handjobs ended up becoming that. She was nearly caught once, after a client claimed that money had been stolen. Fortunately for Ayesha Khan, Kanna had done his job well and there was no evidence of anyone entering their room, so the guest relented and said that they must have spent the money without realizing it.

Afterwards, Kanna confronted Ayesha Khan and she reluctantly confessed to him. And quickly offered up more than a handjob. The needy IT tech was happy to have Ayesha Khan suck his 7-inch dick before wrapping her light brown massive orbs around his shaft and make him cum that way.

Today Ayesha Khan stood by the entrance to the pool, watching as Lee Siegel prepared to go for a swim. Lee is a chubby, 5'10" 49-year-old man who travels around to conventions as a jewelry vendor.

Lee and his former wife once owned a thriving jewelry store, until they got divorced. Lee's wife, or rather, her shrewd lawyer, managed to secure half the business and she pushed Lee to agree to selling her what remained as his part of the business. Only to sell the entire store for quite a profit before remarrying.

Lee remained in the jewelry business, but focused more on estate jewelry and online sales rather than trying to open a new store. There wasn't as much profit but it was easier work. And he added to it by attending conventions like the one he was at now and selling jewelry such as rings, pendants, and many other items.

Ayesha Khan had seen Lee before. Last time he was here she noted that he always went for a swim after closing his table and storing his cases in his room. He apparently waited until after his swim to lock everything up. So Ayesha Khan hurried to his room and opened one of the cases long enough to grab a necklace and flee.

As expected, Lee did not miss the single piece of missing jewelry. Still, Ayesha Khan had waited several weeks before daring to take it to a selling shop. After claiming that it had been given to her by a now ex-boyfriend, she had sold it.

Ayesha Khan had stopped by Lee's table earlier today and looked over his wares, noticing the prices and seeing what pieces might be discreet enough to not stand out if they vanished, yet still might bring a good price at the shop. She had found a few and decided that she would try to steal one of them today while Lee was in the pool.

As soon as Lee dove into the water, she texted Kanna to cut the camera and headed to the elevator to go up to the fifth floor.

Once she got off the elevator, she looked to make sure that no one was in the hall and headed to room 542, where she used her master key card to unlock the door and slip inside.

Closing the door behind her, she hurried to the bed, where Lee had laid his four cases before changing into his swimwear, and she tried to open the first case.

It was locked. "Damn." She muttered, then moved to the second case. It was locked as well.

"I hope I'm not wasting my time." She said, before reaching for the third case.

The latch released. Ayesha Khan opened it wide and began scanning its contents. Hoping to find one of the six items she had identified earlier.

She carefully went through them, and eventually spotted one of the six. She grabbed it and was about to close the case when she noticed a small ruby ring.

"How beautiful." She whispered, picking the ring up to look at it more closely. It wasn't one of the items that she had identified earlier, but it really caught her eye. The tag attached to it showed that it was being sold for 10k. Ayesha Khan slipped it onto her finger and it was a perfect fit.

She knew that taking two pieces of jewelry was more of a risk. But she was certain that Lee would not miss both of them with the amount of items he was carrying. So she quickly rearranged a few things to make the space created by their absence less noticeable before carefully closing the case.

With the ring still on her finger, and the pendant she had stolen in her hand, Ayesha Khan turned and headed for the door.

Just as she did so, she heard the click of the card reader and then the door opened and in walked Lee, with his towel wrapped around his waist.

Lee had swam two laps and got out of the pool. Usually he would stay for forty-five minutes to an hour. But today he just wanted to take a dip before going upstairs and packing his things and heading to dinner as he would be leaving in the morning.

Both stood still upon seeing the other.

Ayesha Khan frantically tried to think of something to say.

Lee looked at the beautiful woman and saw the ring on her finger. He could tell that she was holding something in her hand.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "You're fucking stealing from me!" He was accused.

"No, I'm just looking at it. I'm thinking of buying some things." Ayesha Khan blurted out.

"Bullshit!" Lee snapped, stepping closer to her and pointing at the hand with the ring on it, "You were leaving when I walked in. Give me that!"

Ayesha Khan backed up and quickly took the ring off of her finger. Once she had done so, she handed both items to Lee. "I'm sorry, I was just admiring them."

"You were stealing them!" He interrupted. "What else do you have on you?"

"Nothing." She answered.

"I'm calling the police." Lee said.

Ayesha Khan's eyes went wide. "No, please don't call the police."

Ayesha Khan had to stop him from doing that. Not only would she be arrested, but she would lose this job. And her mother would possibly be fired as well. "Please don't turn me in. I'll do anything."

"How do I know you don't have anything else on you?" Lee asked.

"You can search me." Ayesha Khan replied, holding her arms out wide.

Lee looked at the big busted young woman. Yes, he wouldn't mind searching for her. He would love to thoroughly search every inch of her sexy body. "I just might have to do that."

Ayesha Khan slipped her hands into her pockets and pulled the insides out. "Go ahead, I don't have anything else."

Lee sat the jewelry on the counter and tossed his towel aside, then stepped up to Ayesha Khan. He checked each of the front pockets then moved his hand to her back pockets. He pulled her cell phone out of the left rear pocket and her keycard out of the right, then slipped his hand inside, searching it for anything. He pulled his hand out and began running both hands around her waist, sliding a finger into the waistband to see if anything was there. Then, in a move that surprised Ayesha Khan, indeed causing her to flinch, he slid his hand along the front of her pants and pressed his fingers between her legs, caressing the entire length of her pussy several times.

Then he brought both hands up to her chest and began fondling her breasts.

Ayesha Khan looked down and could see a bulge in his swim trunks. Just maybe her body was going to help her out again.

"See, I don't have anything else." She said, trying to ignore his hands as they continued groping her tits. "Please let me go."

"I think I should still report this." Lee told her.

"Please don't." She begged.

"What else can you do to help satisfy me?" He asked her, continuing to molest her boobs as he spoke.

Ayesha Khan didn't know what to say. She found Lee to be old, chubby and repulsive. She knew what he wanted, but she couldn't do that. Not with him. Sure, she was sexually active. But only with people she chose to be with. Even in the case with Kanna she was in control. And she would never let him fuck her either.

"Well?" Lee continued.

"Y-you could tit fuck me." She offered. Yes, that would be something she could live with. She wanted to offer him a handjob, but knew that wouldn't suffice. He obviously was interested in her tits, so maybe that will get her out of this.

"I don't know..." Lee answered, trying to see if he could coerce more from the hot young lady.

Ayesha Khan shook her head. She had to get out of this. She just couldn't risk being arrested.

"I'll suck your dick first." She said softly. So soft that Lee had to ask her to say it again.

I'll suck your dick. But you have to promise not to cum in my mouth. You can cum between my tits."

"Why not in your mouth?" Lee asked.

" it's not permitted to take it in the mouth." She said. Ayesha Khan had heard something to that effect once, but didn't know if there was any truth behind it. But she hoped it would be believable to an obviously and would help her out now. "I cannot screw you for the same reason." She thought it was worth a try to add that as well.

Lee nodded approvingly. "Okay, suck my cock then. Take off your clothes."

Ayesha Khan pulled her shirt off over her head and then removed her bra, exposing her boobs to the man who was more than twice her age.

"Pants and panties too." Lee instructed.

"No, please. Let me leave them on."

"I want to see everything." Lee insisted.

Ayesha Khan kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed removing her pants and panties, while Lee moved the four cases to the floor beside the bed. He then looked Ayesha Khan over, admiring her pussy that had a very close shaved small patch of brown pubic hair above her cunt. "Nice." He offered.

Ayesha Khan was not pleased at having exposed herself to this man in this way.

Lee removed his swimming trunks. Ayesha Khan saw his hard, five-inch cock standing up in a mess of dark colored pubic hair. She could not believe that she was about to stick that in her mouth.

Lee sat down beside her on the side of the bed. "Kneel before me and start sucking."

"Do I have to?" She asked, "Can't you just tit fuck me instead?"

"I want you to suck me first." Lee said.

Ayesha Khan got on her knees between his legs. "Remember, you promised not to cum in my mouth. You can cum between my tits."

"Sure, sure." Lee said.

Ayesha Khan grabbed his dick in her right hand, holding it away from his chubby body as she leaned forward, slowly opening her mouth as she readied herself to begin this degrading blowjob.

And then it was in her mouth.

Ayesha Khan slowly moved her head up and down, sliding her lips back and forth along Lee's cock. She could feel it sliding along her tongue and was grossed out at having to do this for this older man. But if it would keep her out of jail then she would do it.

Lee could not believe that this was happening. Thank God he came back to the room when he did. He not only saved himself from being robbed, but is now getting a blowjob from a hot young woman. He knew that he could do whatever he wanted to Ayesha Khan and that there was nothing she could do about it.

Her mouth felt wonderful on his cock. Lee had been married to his wife for nearly twenty years without ever receiving a blowjob from her. Of the three women he dated since his divorce, only the first one had sucked his dick. So this was indeed a rare treat for the man.

Ayesha Khan continued sucking him, carefully monitoring his response to determine when he was close enough to climax so she could pull away and take his dick between her tits.

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Lee watched as Ayesha Khan's beautiful face continued riding back and forth along his rock hard cock. Her mouth felt so good caressing his flesh. He could feel his cum rising in anticipated release. Despite his presumed promise, Lee had no intention of pulling out of this beautiful girl's mouth. Instead, he leaned closer, placing his hands on either side of Ayesha Khan's head, softly caressing her as he prepared to grip it and hold it in place when the time came.

Ayesha Khan worked his shaft, softly stroking the lower end of his dick with her right hand as she pleased Lee with her mouth and tongue. It was almost time to pull away.

Lee moaned softly. Ayesha Khan pulled back, but found Lee's hands pressing in. His fingers gripped the back of her head, holding her in place as he bucked his hips. His strong grip forced her to continue moving her head back and forth.

She felt something land on the back of her tongue and knew at once that Lee was cumming. His cock spasmed in her mouth and she felt him spewing his cum into her mouth. She tasted the slightly salty, bitter, somewhat metallic, thick substance that blasted against the roof of her mouth and back of her throat, coating her tonsils and tongue with warm, thick liquid that she had never tasted before.

"Oh, oh, oh, ahhh, ohhhh." Lee let out as he enjoyed his release in her mouth.

Ayesha Khan had to fight her gag reflex as the older man continued cumming in her mouth. She was forced to swallow to prevent choking on it. The thought that this older, disgusting man was forcing her to take his seed in her mouth both enraged and humiliated her at the same time.

"Oh yes, that feels so fucking good!" Lee exclaimed, as he continued to cum.

He humped against her face, fucking her mouth as the last of his orgasm emptied into her. Finally, he released his hold on her head and allowed Ayesha Khan to pull away from his cock.

She spat what little remained in her mouth onto the floor before jumping to her feet. Lee looked up and saw a trail of semen dangling from the right side of her lower lip as she yelled, "You fucking asshole! You promised not to cum in my mouth!"

"I lied." Lee retorted, grinning from ear to ear.

Ayesha Khan felt the cum hanging from her face and wiped it off. "Oh, that's so fucking disgusting! I can't believe you did that in my mouth. I'm going to be sick."

Lee leaned forward and grabbed Ayesha Khan's wrists. Before she could react he pulled her to the bed, spinning her around and pushed her onto her back before moving to drop his upper body between her legs.

"Let me make it up to you." He said, using his arms to pin her legs down as he continued holding her wrists with his hands. Then he buried his face into her pussy.

"What are you doing? No, don't do that. I didn't say you can do that!" Ayesha Khan protested, as Lee began licking her pussy.

"Stop, don't do that!" She continued.

The girl bucked her hips and shook about, trying to escape the hold Lee had on her, but could not break free. Worse, she could not get his mouth away from her pussy.

Lee's tongue traveled up and down the length of her slit multiple times before moving up to find her clitoris, which swelled in response to his licking. The tongue quickly circled the sensitive nub several times before beginning to flick over it again and again and again.

Ayesha Khan squirmed, continuing to cry out her objections as Lee ate her pussy.

"Damn, you taste so good." He said during a brief pause, before resuming his feast on her love box.

"Stop it!" She shouted. "There's no way I'm gonna cum for you!"

Lee just continued to lick the struggling woman. He didn't care if she came or not, this was for his enjoyment. Lee loved eating pussy and Ayesha Khan was perhaps the prettiest woman he had ever had the pleasure of doing this to.

Ayesha Khan enjoyed having her pussy eaten just as much, but she didn't want this man to do it.

Lee continued lapping away like a thirsty dog with a bowl of water. So much so that Ayesha Khan eventually had to lay back and accept that it was happening. She closed her eyes, waiting until he finally stopped. But Lee wouldn't stop. He kept licking her, longer and longer, until she felt her body responding against her will.

"Oh god, no." She whimpered, realizing that she was about to have an orgasm.

"No, please stop. Please don't make me cum."

Hearing that caused Lee to renew his efforts. Now he wanted to make this would-be thief orgasm for him. He began licking her clit faster, driving Ayesha Khan closer to the edge.

Ayesha Khan fought to resist it, but she was going to orgasm. There was nothing she could do to stop it now. "Oh god, no!" She let out, just as her climax began.

"Oh, no, no, ohhhhh." And she was cumming against Lee Siegel's face.

Lee could feel her pussy expelling fluid onto his lips and chin as he continued working her clit with his tongue. Ayesha Khan's hips writhed about as he forced her to cum. She hated the fact that her body was enjoying this. That this older man was forcing her to feel so good against her will.

He stopped licking her. She lay there, panting heavily, keeping her eyes closed. Not wanting to look at the man who had done this to her.

She felt him climbing up. At first she thought that he was getting off of the bed, but then felt his arms crawling up on either side of her. She opened her eyes to find Lee climbing over her. He was kneeling between her legs. She glanced down and saw that his dick was hard again. And he was lowering his crotch to meet hers.

"Oh no, you're not fucking me!" She insisted.

She tried to get up, but Lee had already dropped onto her. His body pinned her down as his groin rubbed against her. She felt his hard cock rubbing between her legs, seeking access to her wet pussy.

"No, you can't fuck me. You can't fuck me!"

The head of Lee's cock found her opening. And as Ayesha Khan cried out in protest, it began pushing between her lips.

"Oh you are so tight." Lee said, as his cock pushed its entire length into Ayesha Khan's pussy. "Oh yes, this is going to be so good."

"No, get it out of me. Get it out of me! You can't do this, get it out of me!" Ayesha Khan called out, as Lee began fucking the beautiful young woman.

Lee slammed his cock into Ayesha Khan's cunt. He didn't know why, but her struggles and protests were turning him on even more. Ayesha Khan was forbidden fruit; someone who would never fuck him but had to take his cock anyway. All as a result of her attempted theft. He was punishing her for that and oh how good this act of punishment felt.

Ayesha Khan banged her fist against Lee's sides as his cock repeatedly stabbed her. She had been forced to suck his dick; to let him be the first man ever to cum in her mouth. Then he made her orgasm by eating her out, and now he was forcing her to fuck.

"Oh no." She thought, suddenly realizing that Lee was not wearing a condom.

"Get out of me. Please don't cum in me!" She yelled.

Lee just continued pounding her pussy, enjoying every moment of being inside of the sexy, big tittied woman beneath him.

Lee had cum once already. Now the 49-year-old was going to take longer to get off than he had with the blowjob. Not that he minded; as he wanted to enjoy fucking this woman as long as possible. But for Ayesha Khan that only lengthened the time that she had to endure him ravaging her pussy.

And after several minutes, that was taking an undesired toll on her. Having experienced one orgasm from Lee kicking her pussy, his cock was causing her body to respond again. Ayesha Khan tried to resist climaxing again, but her body, clit and G-spot were being stimulated by Lee's cock, and if he did not stop soon, she was going to cum for him again.

"Get out of me!" Ayesha Khan cried again, feeling her orgasm approaching.

Lee sensed the change in Ayesha Khan's body and he began thrusting into her faster.

"Oh, oh, oh my god, oh no, oh no, oh fuck, ah, ah, ahhhh, ahhhh..." Ayesha Khan was cumming on Lee's cock and could not silence her reaction. The orgasm finally waned, but then started again with a rapid session of multiple orgasms that had her crying out in unwanted pleasure as the man on top of her continued.

Lee could not contain his excitement as he forced Ayesha Khan to cum. He could feel his cock nearing release. The pleasure arose within him.

"It's my turn, baby!" He declared.

"No, pull it out. Don't you dare cum in me!" Ayesha Khan demanded.

"Oh fuck yes! Oh, oh, oh yes!" Lee bellowed as he felt his cock release, spraying blast after blast of cum into Ayesha Khan's snatch as his orgasm pleased him from head to toe.

Ayesha Khan could feel his load jettisoning into her pussy. She felt it spread about inside of her as he continued pumping more into her. All she could think about was her unprotected womb as this man satisfied his lust within her.

"Oh my God!" They both heard.

Ayesha Khan looked to the doorway and saw Kanna entering the room.

His orgasm finished, Lee rolled off of Ayesha Khan, turning to face the scrawny man who entered."Who the fuck are you?" He asked.

"He forcely fucked me." Ayesha Khan said, trying to cover her pussy with her hands. She could feel Lee's cum dribbling out of her.

"She tried to rob me and agreed to sex if I didn't call the cops." Lee said.

Kanna stared at Ayesha Khan, unsure of what to do.

"I agreed to suck your dick. Nothing else!" Ayesha Khan retorted.

Kanna came closer. He knew that Ayesha Khan had been caught. He saw Lee returning on camera. He watched Ayesha Khan leave the room, and when she didn't come out, after such a long time, he activated a master keycard and came to check on her. He heard the sound of sex from the hall and let himself in to find Lee finishing his orgasm on top of her.

Seeing how Kanna couldn't take his eyes off of the young woman, Lee asked, "You want to fuck her?"

"Hell yes." Kanna said.

Ayesha Khan bolted upright as Kanna rushed to the bedside, unbuckling his pants. "No, you can't!"

Lee grabbed her and pulled her back down as Kanna practically tore his clothing off in his haste to take his turn with Ayesha Khan.

Ayesha Khan watched as he stroked his seven inch cock. She had played with it several times. She had let it cum between her tits several times as well. But now he was intending to fuck her. This could not be happening.

"Please Kanna, don't do this to me." She pleaded.

Kanna was on her and in her before she could do anything. He began pounding her pussy, uncaring that another man had just creamed inside of her. He had wanted Ayesha Khan for so long that he was not going to pass up this opportunity, even if it was against her will.

Kanna rose to his knees and held Ayesha Khan's legs up, leaning against them as he fucked her, so he could watch her massive tits jiggle as he rammed her with his cock.

Not to be left out, Lee knelt beside her and began squeezing her tits as they bounced about.

Ayesha Khan felt Kanna's cock banging into her and Lee's hands on her breasts, and then she was cumming again.

As she was in the midst of her orgasm she heard Kanna crying out as his climax began.

"No, Kanna, don't cum inside me!"

But it was too late. Kanna was blowing his load into her. Ayesha Khan was terrified that one of these two men was going to impregnate her.

When Kanna was finished, he pulled out and looked down at Ayesha Khan with satisfaction. Lee was still playing with her tits when he realized that he had a boner again.

"Damn girl, I think I'm able to go a third time. Haven't done that since I was in my twenties." Lee told Ayesha Khan.

Kanna grinned. "There's something I'd like to do with her, if you don't mind."

Lee looked at him quizzically.

"Let's fuck her together. I want to fuck her ass." Kanna offered.

"No!" Ayesha Khan yelled. She had never done anal and had no desire to do so now.

Ayesha Khan's protest was enough to get Lee to agree. "Let's do it."

Kanna suggested that they put Ayesha Khan between them, with her on top of Lee.

Ayesha Khan fought both men as they grabbed her and forced her into position as Lee lay on his back while they wrestled her onto his cock.

Lee held her tightly against him as Kanna knelt behind her, rubbing the head of his dick against her asshole, slowly pressing forward to gain entry inside of her.

"No, please don't. Not my ass, please not on my ass. Oh god no!"

Ayesha Khan wailed as Kanna pierced her asshole with his prick. She yelled even more as he began fucking her, gaining a little more ground with each thrust.

Then the two men were fucking both of her holes at once.

Lee looked at her and said, "I'm missing my dinner engagement, but that's alright because this Ayesha Khan sandwich is much more enjoyable."

Then Ayesha Khan had another orgasm as she was impaled on the pair of cocks.

Afterwards, Kanna was fully inside of her. Her body was awash in pleasure and pain as Kanna's meat stick ravaged her.

"Oh god, please cum and get it out of me. Please cum and get it out."

Then Kanna emptied his balls into Ayesha Khan's butt. The pleasure of her asshole squeezing out his orgasm was ecstatic for Kanna. He pulled out of her, but Lee was not ready to cum yet.

"You want to try her ass?" Kanna asked Lee.

"Nah, I'll stick with her cunt. But I want to get her from behind." Lee replied.

Ayesha Khan resented that they just made decisions about her body without consulting or caring about her.

She was forced to move and get on her hands and knees. Then Lee was behind her and in her, banging away in her box.

Kanna knelt before her, stroking his cock. "Suck my dick."

"Not After it was in my ass!" She said, grunting between words as Lee rammed her pussy.

Kanna grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face closer, then forced his cock into her mouth.

Ayesha Khan grimaced at having to suck him after he had just tortured her asshole with it.

The two men fucked her mouth and pussy from both ends. Her massive tits swayed back and forth as she was pounded by them. And then she had another orgasm. This one was more powerful than any she had experienced before, and she found herself fucking back against Lee and gulping greedily on Kanna's cock while in the throes of passion.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Kanna said, anticipating the first time she would be doing this for him.

Ayesha Khan tried to pull away, but he gripped her hair with both hands holding her in place.

"I'm cumming!" Lee shouted at the same time.

Both men unleashed on her. Ayesha Khan groaned as another load of semen was dumped into her pussy, and she was forced to swallow Kanna's cum at the same time.

The two men finished. Each was thoroughly satisfied after having three orgasms apiece with Ayesha Khan.

For her part, Ayesha Khan was physically satisfied sexually, though thoroughly humiliated at being used by these two men. And it was all her fault and there was nothing that she dared do about it.

"I hope you learned a lesson about stealing." Lee told her. His face smug with satisfaction.

Ayesha Khan wanted to say 'fuck you' but was too exhausted to do so. She just wanted to get dressed and get out of this room. At least she would not have to see Lee again.

Kanna was a different story. "We need to talk." She started.

Kanna interrupted her. "Yeah, we do. Listen, there is something I've been wanting to say, but haven't had the guts to until now. You know how I've been cutting the camera feed and erasing the card entries for you. Well, I haven't done that completely. I've just sent them both to another disk."

Ayesha Khan looked at him somewhat confused.

Kanna continued, "I have date and time stamped copies off all those recordings and card entries. I also have the records of the guests who were in those rooms when you robbed them. I don't care about the haircuts, just the thefts. So, You're going to stop stealing. Also, if you don't want me contacting those guests then you're going to agree to fuck and suck me whenever I want it."

Ayesha Khan was shocked. The scrawny, nerdy Kanna had just grown a pair of balls, and he had her over a barrel.

"Fuck me." She said.

Kanna grinned, "Yeah, I plan to do that a lot."

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

Tridha was a slim-figured maid with a child. She worked at many houses, sometimes doing double shifts to meet her necessities. Her husband was a drunkard and didn't really work, so she was the main breadwinner. Washing dishes, laundry, sweeping, and gardening were all of her major jobs.

There were times when she was approached by the filthy old man, making advances towards her. But she refused them as the thought of those pigs even touching her disgusted her. However, there was a young guy who admired her, Aarav.

Aarav was a young guy who sneakily glanced at her whenever she came to work. Due to the presence of his mother, all Aarav could do was ogle at her beauty. The sweat drenched her kurti, making the bra strands visible to her panty lines when she bent to sweep the floor.

All of these moments aroused Aarav, for which he later relieved himself in the bathroom. Tridha did notice this. But unlike those old bastards, she wasn't disgusted with Aarav. She viewed him as an audience who desired her presence.

So, she was kind of content with the appreciation she was getting. Her husband was mostly into gambling and alcohol. But the twist came when Aarav's mother got an invitation to attend a wedding in their home state. The relative was close to them, so she had to go.

Aarav had college exams nearby, so he was out of the question. His father also had a hectic job where he couldn't take many leaves. So, Aarav's mother decided to go alone. Her trip was 10 days. As her mother was out, she gave the cooking task to Tridha.

So now Tridha had to cook meals for the family. This also meant that Tridha would be around much longer than before. This made Aarav happier, as he could watch her more. The first day after his mother went out, Tridha arrived a little earlier for food preparation. Aarav went to her.

Aarav: Didi, if you are short on any item, please tell me, and I will go and buy it.

Tridha: Thanks, but no need.

It was just an excuse for him to know what she was wearing. That day she was wearing a green kurti with a pyjama. As his mother is not around, Aarav gathered some courage.

Aarav: Didi, let me help you.

Aarav walked to her and gathered the vegetables and utensils, all while lightly brushing his hands on her hips. Even those light touches aroused him. Tridha knew what he was trying to do. So she said with a stern tone.

Tridha: Do you think I don't know what you are trying to do?

Aarav froze in fear.

Aarav: I-I am sorry, Didi.

Watching Aarav standing in fear and anxiety while trying to cover his bulge in pants made Tridha think of just one thing. "He's kind of cute." She thought of an idea and smirked.

Tridha: You want to touch this ass you stare at every day? Fine. But nothing in this world is free.

Aarav was surprised, but a second later, he understood what she was trying to say.

Tridha: If you want to touch my ass, you have to pay for it.

Aarav immediately rushed to his wallet. There was only a 500-rupee note. He gave that note to her, still uncertain whether she was playing with him or serious. Tridha had a little grin on her face as she watched the money. She took it and put it inside her bra.

Tridha: Ok, now you can touch, but only touch, and don't interrupt me while cooking.

Aarav got on his knees and grabbed her buttocks. He kneaded her ass impatiently. Her ass was so soft that his fingers sank into it. He could feel her panties through her pyjamas. The ass he admired for so long was in front of him. When he sniffed it, Tridha let out a soft chuckle.

Tridha: Who knew a young guy from a well-off family would be a pervert?

He got so horny that he slid her pyjama a little.

Tridha: Ok, that's enough.

Tridha moved away.

Tridha: I never allowed you to slip my pyjamas. So fun's over now.

Aarav blamed himself for being impatient. His cock was hard and seemed to burst out of his pants any moment.

Aarav: Didi, can I masturbate while watching you? I swear I will not touch it.

Tridha: Hmm, do whatever you wish.

Aarav stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock flung out erect. Tridha, although she started cooking, was still stealing glances at it. Aarav started stroking his cock while moaning softly.

Aarav: Ah, Didi. Ah, Didi.

Tridha loved his moaning. Watching him aggressively stroking his cock made her aroused too. At last, when he busted a nut, his cum flew over the floor, and some of that also dropped on her pyjama. Aarav got shy and immediately ran away.

Tridha wiped his cum with her finger, but a thought of tasting it came to her mind. So, she went with it.

Tridha: Mmm, not bad.

Tridha left after making the food. Aarav started searching the house for more money. Tridha will come to the house in the evening too.

In the evening, Tridha rushed to his house. She was late, so she immediately got to the chores. Aarav went near her. Tridha looked at him. He was smiling.

Tridha: Don't expect anything now. I am already late.

Aarav started pleading.

Aarav: Didi, please. I will make it quick. Please, I want to touch your breasts.

Tridha: (sighs) Even though you are cute. You still get on my nerves. Ok, how much do you have?

Aarav pulled out a 500 note.

Tridha: Fine.

She took the money and stripped her kurti. She was wearing a black bra in which she looked really hot. Aarav couldn't control his hands and started cupping her boobs.

Tridha: Ha, such a horny guy.

Tridha unhooked her bra, and Aarav buried his face in her bosom.

Tridha: Make it quick.

Aarav, while licking her nipples, unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock. But he sucked at this multitasking.

Tridha: Novice.

She removed his hand from his cock and grabbed his cock with one hand firmly.

Aarav: Ahh.

Tridha started stroking his cock, and with each stroke, her bangles jingled. Aarav rubbed his face on her boobs while licking every bit of it. It tasted salty due to the sweat, which he enjoyed to his heart's content. It seemed her hands were magical. Aarav felt heavenly.

She stroked faster. Aarav was feeling an overwhelming pleasure he wasn't aware of. He stopped licking her boobs and started thrusting his hips, which made her handjob pleasure more. He was looking at her with a lustful expression, his mouth open, drool dripping.

She couldn't resist him and grabbed his hair and smashed her lips against his. He devoured her mouth, playing with her tongue. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"Ahh, I could get addicted to it," She thought.

His cock was pressed against her belly, and at that moment, his love juices exploded. Even after cumming, they were still clinging to each other, kissing.

After some time, they broke the kiss.

Aarav: Didi, you're the best. I love– Tridha shushed him with her finger.

Tridha: Don't say things you don't mean.

She looked at her tummy painted with his cum.

Tridha: I have to bathe again now.

Aarav brought out a towel and wiped her belly.

Tridha: You don't need to. You can go, and you got what you wanted.

She seemed stressed due to running late. Aarav looked at her for a second and then continued wiping.

Aarav: Didi, let me help you with washing dishes. After all, you are late because of me.

Tridha chuckled.

Tridha: Fine.

Tridha stayed topless as Aarav couldn't stop staring at her boobs while they both washed the dishes. Now, for the next few days, their naughty activities continued. Sometimes it was a boob job, sometimes he rubbed his cock on her ass.

She hated the idea of blowjobs as she found the idea of sucking a cock disgusting. The money from these favours led to an improvement in Tridha's financial conditions. But the time came when Aarav ran out of cash, and he couldn't ask his dad for money anymore, as he was getting suspicious. No cash, no service was the motto of Tridha's life. So, she eventually stopped doing him sexual favors, he pleaded, but she didn't listen.

As if that wasn't enough torture for him, she started teasing him. Sticking her ass out to his face while sweeping, knowing he is restrained from touching it. Making lewd poses, showing her cleavage, slipping her pajamas and displaying her panties while Aarav helplessly masturbated.

This amused her as she liked Aarav desiring her with desperation in his face. To tease him more, she left out her bra or panties in his house. The next day, she acted oblivious and said she forgot it by accident. She felt his growing lust when she found her bra or panties crusty and reeking of cum.

Tridha was enjoying every bit of it. One night, when she got home, she found her husband yelling.

Tridha: Hey! Why are you shouting!?

Husband: You bitch, where did you get this extra money? So, you became a whore now?

Tridha got angry.

Tridha: Who do you think you are? You drunkard asshole. You don't earn a penny, and now you claim that I became a whore.

Her husband laughed.

Husband: You women are all the same. You think you would get respect if you start earning, but you forget what you are. You think just because you earn some pennies, you are bigger than me. Nobody wants you, you useless bitch.

Tridha raged, but watching her child nearby, she stopped herself and went to her room with the child. Her eyes got a little teary.

"I worked so hard all day and night, the only one earning in the house and still no respect, no dignity. Even after earning, I feel powerless and pathetic. I should have never married this guy," she thought.

Her child patted her arm and consoled her. She calmed down a little, but that was just an exterior facade.

The next day, Tridha was in a foul mood. When she entered Aarav's house, she saw him sitting on the sofa with a wary look. She understood that today, too, he doesn't have any money. She went to him. Aarav looked at her; she seemed tense. He stood up.

Aarav: Didi, Today--.

Tridha: It's fine.

She sat on the sofa.

Tridha: I am in a good mood today. So, I might give you a favour today. Aarav's face brightened up.

Tridha: But first lick it.

She moved her feet toward him. Last night had an effect on Tridha. She, for once, wanted to feel powerful. To be a higher authority, making the person in front of her kneel and small compared to her.

Aarav, without hesitating even for a second, got down and licked her toes. He licked all over her feet while sucking her toes, drenching them with his drool.

Aarav: So good.

He was licking every inch of her feet while making slurping noises. Watching him lick so passionately made Tridha realise that she really picked the wrong guy to use authority. Aarav was someone who was already smitten by her.

Instead of feeling small and humiliated, Aarav felt content and aroused to be at her service. Her anger and resentment from last night vanished. She let out a soft laugh, both due to her naivety and due to the tickling sensation.

Tridha: ok, ok, stop.

Aarav: Did I do something wrong?

She smirked and brushed her toe on his lips.

Tridha: No, but I think if we delay any further. This guy will explode.

She put her feet on his dick and massaged it.

Aarav: Aah, Didi.

Tridha: Tell me then what you want today- ass, boobs or hand.

Aarav: I-I want you. I want you, Tridha.

Tridha got a soft smile on her face.

Tridha: Is that so? Then-

Tridha stripped his pants and then stood up. She removed every cloth on her body and stood nude in front of him. Aarav was mesmerised by her beauty. Her slim figure, tender boobs with perky nipples and light bush above her pink pussy.

Tridha: Like the view?

Aarav was too stunned to speak. His mouth was open in awe. Tridha chuckled and squatted above his crotch. His hand ran to touch her, but she pinned them down against the floor.

Tridha: Don't be so hasty. Today is your reward for being such a good boy. She lowered her hips. His throbbing cock was eagerly waiting to be inside her. So, she didn't wait any longer and squeezed his cock inside her pussy. Her pussy stretches and welcomes his cock, which embraces the warmth.

With another push, he was completely inside her. Her pussy was twitching while his cock was melting inside her. Aarav couldn't believe that he was finally one with her. A layer of happiness and horniness rushed into his mind.

Tridha: (pants) Ah, you are my horse now.

Tridha started grinding on his cock, while doing body rolls for maximum fun. Aarav was barely holding his own. She stopped for a second and then gave a jerk to her waist. This made Aarav almost cum. She smirked.

Tridha: No, no, you really thought I would let you come this easily?

Tridha started jumping on his cock like a maniac.

Tridha: Oh shit. This feels so good.

The view of Tridha riding him while her boobs jiggled made Aarav think his life was complete. He really thought Tridha would let her toy rest this easily. She slid her hands from his waist to his nipples and gave them a lick.

Aarav: Aah!

Tridha: Now you know how it feels to get your nipples licked.

She nibbled his nipples. This aroused him more, and he moved his hips to fuck her pussy deeper and deeper. As his cock kissed her womb, current ran down her whole body. The nonstop pounding and their moans filled the entire room. They both got sweaty but were still rubbing against each other's bodies.

Tridha then went above his face while panting hard.

Tridha: (pants) T-the other day, when you were about to say something. Do you really mean it?

Aarav: I really mean it. I-I really love you.

Tridha: Hah!

"This boy. I don't know whether he is just in his horny phase or might actually be in love with me. Well, that doesn't matter as he is mine now," she thought.

Tridha had a huge grin and grabbed his head. As she kissed him, Aarav released all of his load inside her pussy.

Tridha got tired and rested on his chest. Both panting hard, but Aarav had a smile while hugging her dearly. His white cum was dripping hot from her pussy. After some time, they both got up. Aarav was still giggling, thinking about the sex.

Tridha: Why are you smiling so stupidly?

Aarav: Ah, oh, nothing. Just thinking about when we could go on a date.

Tridha: Date? What do you mean?

Aarav: I mean, now that we are girlfriend and boyfriend, so-

Tridha: Who told you that?

She seemed confused.

Tridha: Today we did it because I was in a good mood. From tomorrow you have to pay again.

Aarav's bright face dimmed quickly.

Aarav: Oh, ok.

He seemed sad. She came close to him and cupped his face with both hands.

Tridha: What's with the long face now?

Aarav: I just thought that sighs nothing.

Tridha: Well, if that makes you feel any better.

She came close to his ear and whispered.

Tridha: If you stay a good boy, maybe I can give you some free favors. After all, you are the only man in my life who matters now.

His eyes widened. She smiled and kissed his forehead.

Tridha: So don't be upset. Okay?

Aarav got a little happier with her compliment. He hugged her again, and then they went ahead with their chores.

After the first sex, their secret sex games continued for the rest of the days until his mother's arrival.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#HANSIKA

Hansika pulled her blue capris jeans over her long, shapely legs, buttoning them up before grabbing her black, loose fitting t-shirt and putting it on. The 34-year old looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her long, curly, light brown hair hung to the middle of her back. She had an infectious smile that was evident as she looked at herself.

"You still got it, girl." She said, smugly, as she looked at her fit body. Instinctively she turned enough to see her tight, bubble butt. For a woman that spent most of her life between 23 to 28 pregnant with 2 kids, she had done a damn good job at maintaining her shape.

She looked at her B-cup breasts, making sure that her nipples weren't too noticeable through the shirt. Hansika knew that she should probably wear a bra, but she was only going next door and had little risk of being seen by anyone, so she didn't bother.

Hansika's big eyes twinkled as she left her bedroom, grabbing the towel she had laid on the dresser and draping it around her neck before grabbing a bottle of body wash as she headed downstairs. She grabbed the envelope containing a birthday card off the kitchen counter and slipped it into her back pocket.

Hansika went outside and hurried to the house next door, using the key Priya had given her to unlock the door and let herself in.

The water was off at Hansika's house. The main water line from the street to her house had broken and was being repaired. The crew had hoped to finish the job in one day, but it had taken longer than anticipated and she was without water again today. But they promised to have it completed before the day ended. Which she was grateful for as this was Friday and she didn't want to go the weekend without water.

Hansika's husband had taken their children to visit his mother and would be home Sunday morning. Hansika had to work Thursday so she decided to stay at home. She welcomed the brief vacation from her elementary school aged children.

Priya was gone for a couple days for her job and would be home on Saturday. She had offered to let Hansika use her bathroom and kitchen for a couple days, which Hansika graciously accepted.

The only negative thing about this arrangement was that Jai, Priya's 18-year old son, was home. Jai sometimes gave Hansika the creeps. He was a tall, gangly young man with short, black hair. He was an awkward kid, and mostly a loner. Priya and her husband had divorced ten years ago and Jai's father moved several states away and remarried and rarely saw his son.

She was surprised that Jai had not gone with his mother since she knew that today was Jai's 19th birthday and she thought it odd that his mother wasn't going to be around for that. She entered the house, knowing that Jai was not there since his old car was missing from the parking lot. She withdrew the birthday card from her back pocket and placed it on the table before hurrying upstairs to take a shower.

She passed Jai's bedroom, seeing the door open and the bed neatly made; she wished her kids would learn a lesson in bed making from him. Then she entered the bathroom, hung her towel on the towel holder, placed the body wash on the tub and undressed. She pulled a scrunchie from her jeans pocket and put her hair up before turning the water on and stepping into the shower and sliding the glass door closed.

Hansika lathered her body and washed, making sure to not get her hair wet. She had washed it yesterday and didn't need to do so today. She wasn't going to go anywhere except for back home.After showering, she slid the shower door open and grabbed her towel. She dried off and stepped out of the tub.

Showering at Priya's wasn't so bad, especially since she did it when Jai wasn't home, but having to come over to use the bathroom was awkward since he was home in the evening. But since she couldn't flush her toilets at home with the water turned off it was necessary to come here.

She left the bathroom and walked down the hall. Looking back into Jai's room she noticed something on the floor. It was a wash cloth lying beside his double bed. She stepped into the room, thinking to pick it up, then stopped when she noticed the yellowish stains on the white rag. "Oh my god." She mumbled, remembering something Priya had shared with her about Jai.

"That's his cum rag." She gasped.

Priya had confessed that she had discovered her son using wash cloths to masturbate on and that he seemed to use them quite frequently. Being a young man with no girlfriend that didn't surprise Hansika. She didn't look forward to the thought of her two boys reaching that age eventually.

Priya told her that Jai watched a lot of porn, but she ignored it and didn't want to say anything to him about it.

Hansika grimaced at the discovery, thinking that Jai had probably used this rag to jack off last night. She had often caught him looking at her across the yard and wondered if he ever masturbated thinking of her.

Hansika wasn't sure what to think about that. She was an attractive woman. But didn't think that men would jack off over her. She did watch her first boyfriend do that a couple times before she let him take her virginity when they were 18, and she had found it sexy to watch him do that. That was the only other man beside her husband that she had ever been with sexually. She realized that they were Jai's age at that time.

She saw his laptop on the table and a TV on the dresser. There was a DVD player on the TV. "Who still uses DVD's?" She questioned aloud.

Seeing the remote sitting on the nightstand she curiously picked it up and pressed the on button and then pressed play. And, sure enough, Jai had a porn disk set to play.

Hansika looked at the screen. It was a scene depicting one woman with two men. She had fantasized about such a scenario, but there was no way that Hansika could go through with something like that.

Hansika had watched porn before, but that was with her first boyfriend, and a couple times with women at a bachelorette party. But she hadn't done so since meeting her now husband.

She knew that she should turn it off, but the sight of two well-endowed men pleasuring one woman had her entranced. Before long, Hansika's hand was caressing her crotch. She realized that she had not had sex in nearly a month, except for a quickie blow job she had given him before he left with the kids, but that had done nothing to satisfy her.

"I'm fucking horny." She admitted. kids and her work schedule just got in the way sometimes.

The woman on the screen had one guy fucking her doggie-style while she sucked the other man's dick. Hansika gave in to lust. She unfasten her pants and slipped them, and her panties, off and lay on Jai's bed. She spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. With her left hand she pulled her t-shirt up and played with her left nipple.

Hansika was close to orgasm when the two men on the screen rolled the woman onto her back and stroked their dicks, covering her face with their cum. Hansika was not into facials, but the sight of them ejaculating helped to push her over the edge as she fingered herself to climax. She snickered, thinking about how Jai would cover his cum rag if he knew what she was doing in his bed.

Hansika breathed heavily after getting herself off. This was not something she had envisioned herself doing today.

She relaxed on the bed, relishing how she felt after her orgasm. The video moved on to the next scene and she watched it casually, as her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep.

Jai parked his car and entered the house. He had taken the day off work; it was his 19th birthday after all. He excitedly entered the house, anticipating what he would find.

Knowing that Hansika was going to be showering in his mom's bathroom, Jai had placed a hidden camera in the linen cabinet to record her yesterday.

He was pleased to discover that it had worked, but disappointed in the placement as it had only captured her from the belly up. Still, seeing her perky breast had been enough to excite him. But he reworked the angle and tested it last night and was confident that he would capture her pussy upon exiting the shower today.

He couldn't wait to see Hansika fully exposed, and was anticipating jacking off to her image very soon now. Hell, Jai figured that he jacked off anywhere from three to six times a day depending on circumstances.

He wondered if he was ever going to injure himself from jacking off too much. But, being 19 and still a virgin, what else could he do? He thought about going to a hooker, but was too afraid to try that. And he had never had luck with the few girls he had dated.

He stopped when he saw the envelope on the table. He opened it and read the card, then the handwritten comment, "I hope you enjoy your special day" followed by Hansika's signature.

"If the camera got what I expect it to have then I certainly will." He said, before setting the card down and going upstairs.

He hurried past his bedroom and ran into the bathroom, grabbing the camera and rushing to his bedroom, where he stopped in stunned disbelief at finding Hansika with her pants and panties on the floor, her legs spread apart exposing her pussy, and her shirt pulled up exposing her tits.

She was sound asleep. Jai sat the spy cam down and grabbed his cell phone and began taking pictures of Hansika. He was shaking with excitement as he quietly moved about. He made sure to put his phone on vibrate so it wouldn't make any clicking noises that might wake her up.

"Happy birthday to me." He thought.

His cock was rock hard. He wanted to unzip his pants and jack off while looking at her. Then he began having thoughts that, even though his rational mind knew them to be absurd, his lust made him think that this is what Hansika meant when she wrote that she hoped he would enjoy his 'special' day. Maybe this was her gift to him. Hansika was going to offer her body to take his virginity.

Jai rushed out of the room and downstairs to the utility room. He grabbed some rope and scissors and hurried back upstairs. As Hansika slept, he cut the rope and tied two ends to the posts at the foot of the bed and two to the post at the headboard.

He stretched them out and, slowly and carefully, tied Hansika's right wrist to the headboard. Then went around and did the same to her left wrist. Hansika did not wake up.

He went down and tied her left ankle in place. Hansika was spread eagle on his bed, with only her right leg still free.When he began tying her right ankle she awoke. Hansika felt something on her leg. She was groggy, then remembered where she was. She opened her eyes and saw Jai at the foot of the bed.

"What the fuck?" She belted out, yanking her leg away from him. She remembered that she was not wearing pants or panties, and that her tits were exposed. She jerked her hands down to cover herself, but they were stuck in place. "What are you doing?" She cried out, trying to jerk her hands free.

"Relax!" Jai said, as he grabbed her right leg and successfully secured the knot so that she was now fully bound on his bed.

"Untie me!" Hansika demanded, as Jai stood back, admiring her exposed body.

As she continued to protest, he tugged at her t-shirt until he was able to pull it over her head and behind her next. He grabbed his phone and took more pictures of her.

"Stop that, Jai. Untie me now!"

Hansika realized that he had found her fully exposed after masturbating on his bed. She was totally humiliated at that. She had obviously fallen asleep and he discovered her, perhaps with the porn dvd still playing.

"This is the best fucking birthday present I've ever received." Jai said to her. "All I thought I was going to get was a nude video of you."

"W-what?" She stammered.

Jai grabbed the spy cam and removed the card from it. He inserted it into his laptop and played it. "This was set in the bathroom on a motion detector." He explained.

Hansika watched as the video began, showing her undressing in the bathroom And stepping in the shower. She could see herself bathing through the fogged glass door and then opening the door. Her bare tits and trimmed pussy fully exposed."

"You recorded me showering you fucking pervert!" She said,

"Well, I didn't know that you were going to strip naked and wait for me in my bed." He said, adding, "I decided to tie you up just in case you changed your mind."

"I didn't wait for you. I fell asleep by accident." She protested. "Now untie me!"

Jai began undressing. "I've been a virgin for 19 years. Now you're going to help me fix that. What a fantastic birthday present."

"Oh no, you're not going to fuck me." Hansika insisted.

She looked on in horror as Jai stripped. Her eyes widened when she saw his stiff, thick cock standing upright. She could see that he had to be an inch or more longer than her husband, who she knew to be between six or seven inches long. Jai's thick, black pubic hair was unkempt.

He approached the bed. "Don't you dare, Jai. I'll fucking call the cops." She threatened.

"I'll just tell them that you were waiting for me, naked and with a porn playing. And I'll show them the card you left me and how you wanted to give me a special day." He reasoned.

Hansika had to stop him before it was too late. Her threat to report him was useless. Not that she wouldn't be believed, she just didn't dare let anyone know that she had allowed herself to be in this position where some geeky neighbor kid was going to lose his virginity to her on his birthday. "Jai, please don't do this."

Jai climbed onto the bed. "I've been a virgin too long, I need you to help me fix that. Like the old song says, 'help me Hansika, help, help me Hansika'."

Jai leaned forward and began playing with her tits as Hansika struggled beneath him. He pinched and pulled her hard nipples.

"Stop it!" She yelled.

Jai bent over and began licking her left nipple. Then he moved to her right nipple. He went back and forth licking and sucking each, all while Hansika squirmed.

The sensation of his tongue caressing her nipples felt good despite her objection to what was happening. Hansika's nipples had always been ultra sensitive, and today was no exception. She was grateful when he pulled away from her breasts, at least she was grateful until he moved back and leaned in so that his face neared her pussy.

"No, don't." She said, just before Jai's tongue began licking her pussy.

"Goddamn you, stop that!" She demanded.

Jai licked the folds of her slit, allowing his tongue to enter her cunt as he slowly worked his way up until his tongue found her clit. He encircled it multiple times before focusing on it.

As he licked her clit, he inserted his index finger into her pussy.

"No, don't!" She cried out as this man who was sixteen years her junior ate her snatch.

"Goddamn you taste so good, Hansika," Jai said between licks, "I always knew pussy would taste good, but this is fucking great."

"Fuck you!" Hansika spat.

"Oh we'll get to that soon." Jai promised.

"Oh no you won't!" Hansika vowed, although she had no idea how she was going to enforce that.

Jai continued licking her clit and fingering her pussy. Hansika was regretting masturbating, not only because that was why she was tied up in Jai's bed, but also because that recent orgasm had made her sensitive enough to where her body was readily responding to Jai's unwanted stimulation.

Hansika squirmed even more as he licked her. "Please stop." She begged.

Jai sensed a change in how Hansika's body behaved, and mistakenly believed that she was secretly enjoying this as the woman came closer and closer to an unwanted orgasm.

"No, no, no, no... this can't be happening." Hansika bemoaned, as Jai's tongue on her love button and his finger caressing her G-spot pushed her over the edge.

"Oh god, no. Don't make me cum, please don't make me cum!" She cried out, and then Hansika Ball became the first woman that Jai had an orgasm with.

Jai could not contain his excitement as Hansika thrashed about as she climaxed for him.

Jai bolted upright, "I can't wait any longer." He said, moving atop her and using his hand to guide his engorged pecker to her pussy. "I have been waiting so long for this moment." He told her, as he began singing the chorus to 'Help me Hansika' mockingly to her.

"Don't!" She said, as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her slit.

Jai thrust his cock into her and began jackhammering her pussy.

"No, don't fuck me you son-of-a-bitch. Get it out of me. Get it out!"

Jai was in ecstasy as Hansika's pussy enveloped his cock. This felt wonderful, too wonderful in fact, as Jai realized that he was about to cum after only fucking her for a minute.

"Oh god, yes!" He exclaimed as his cock exploded.

"No, don't cum in me, don't you dare cum in me!" Hansika yelled as Jai spewed his seed into her pussy.

And just like that, Jai was no longer a virgin.

"Let me go." Hansika said in defeat, as Jai pulled his cock out of her. She could feel his jism oozing out of her slit.

"Why, we've got all night, Hansika. If I can jack off four or five times a day then I can surly fuck you that many times."

"No, you can't do that to me." Hansika protested.

Jai got off the bed and picked up the wash cloth from the floor. The same rag that was stained from multiple loads of his cum already. Jai used it to wipe his cum from the outside of Hansika's pussy. It disgusted her to be touched by that rag.

"Gotta clean you up if I'm gonna eat you again."

"Please don't." She whimpered.

"I think it's time to try 69." Jai told her.

"I'm not sucking your dick." Hansika told him.

Jai climbed over her and lowered his hard cock to her face as he positioned himself to lick her pussy.

Hansika refused to open her mouth. Jai's boner rested against her face, as he ground it against her while licking her clit.

Hansika lay there in humiliation as the young man ate her pussy, forcing her to cum again. This time he did not stop licking her.

"Stop it, I can't take it anymore." She told him, as her clit responded in post orgasm sensitivity. But he quit only long enough to say, "Until I cum in your mouth I'm not gonna stop eating your cunt."

He resumed licking her and Hansika begged him to stop. Soon she was cumming a third time for him. Now it was becoming unbearable. "Please stop!" She pleaded.

"Suck me off." He said.

Hansika caved. She opened her mouth and began sucking his cock. Jai moaned in pleasure as she worked his tool with her mouth and tongue, wanting nothing more than to make him cum so he would stop licking her.

"Oh fuck no!" She cried out against a mouthful of cock as she came yet again. Her hips were bouncing in a futile attempt to escape his tongue as she continued sucking him.

"Oh yes, that's it." He said, pulling his face away from her box as he began fucking her mouth. He moaned in glee as he came. Hansika had no choice but to accept his thick, warm cum into her mouth and swallow it down as she pleasured his cock.

Jai climbed off of her. Hansika watched as he stood beside her, once again holding his phone and taking pictures of her as his cock hung limp.

"Please let me go." She said,

"But we have so much time left to enjoy each other." Jai replied.

"Stop taking pictures of me!" She blurted out. Hansika worried about who he might show them to.

Jai sat the phone down and began playing with her tits, once more flicking, pinching and pulling on her nipples, ignoring her protests.

After some time of this, she looked down and saw that his cock was hard again. She cursed the short refractory period of younger men.

Jai stroked his cock, smiling at Hansika as he said, "Lookie lookie, I'm ready for more nookie."

"Oh god, no." She responded, as he climbed onto her.

Jai shoved his meat stick into Hansika, this time fucking her more patiently than his first time. She gasped at how he filled her differently than her hubby does. It was just as obvious that he was going deeper than her husband.

Jai moaned and grunted as he fucked the older woman. Hansika could do nothing but lay there, arms and legs spread wide as Jai used her body for his satisfaction. It was then that she remembered that he had cummed her once and was likely going to do so again.

"Please don't cum in me." She said, "I can't risk getting pregnant."

"Just blame your husband." Jai countered.

"He had a vasectomy after our last kid was born." Hansika said.

Jai ignored her and continued slamming his cock into her tight hole, enjoying every moment of his first ever sexual tryst.

Hansika took his cock into her and suddenly realized that her hips were rising to meet his thrusts. She stopped immediately, unable to believe that she had been responding to him. Then she felt the all too familiar desire to orgasm growing within her. Oh fuck no, he's going to make me cum again. She thought.

Hansika caught her hips fucking back again. This time she couldn't stop herself as she began to orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming." She whispered.

Jai was thrilled to learn that Hansika was cumming on his cock. He began fucking her harder and faster, wanting to cum with her.

"I'm cumming too." He declared.

"No, not in me." She said, before wailing loudly in orgasm just as Jai began pumping his sperm into her quivering pussy.

Jai rolled off of Hansika. "Damn, that was better than the first fuck." He said, gently patting her pussy with his hand, making Hansika feel like he was treating her body the same as an obedient dog that had just done a trick for its master.

He stroked his dick, saying, "I guess I'll need a little time to get ready again."

Then he grinned, "I know how to pass the time."

Jai ran out of the room. Hansika watched the open doorway until he returned. She watched his limp dick swaying from side to side as he hurried in, holding something in each hand.

She recognized a roll of grey duct tape in his left hand. She saw something that she thought she recognized in his right. But surely she had to be wrong. Then she saw it more clearly: he was holding a vibrator.

"This is my mom's." He explained, holding it up for Hansika to see more clearly. "I found it in her drawer a few years ago when I was snooping around. I couldn't believe that my mom actually uses one of these."

Hansika stared at the pink, six-inch long standard vibrator. "What are you going to do with that?"

Jai grinned. "Entertain you until my cock is ready to fuck you again."

Jai stepped beside the bed. He placed the vibrator against Hansika's lips and pushed until he forced her to take it in her mouth.

"How's it feel having something that's been in my mom's pussy in your mouth." He asked.

Hansika was disgusted.

Jai turned the bottom knob and it came on. "Good, the batteries still work."

He sat it down on the bed and tore off a strip of duct tape. Then he grabbed the vibrator and laid it longways along the slit of her pussy and against her clit before using the tape to secure it in place. He then tore off a second strip and placed it so that the two pieces of tape crossed each other to hold the vibrator still.

"Please don't..." Hansika said.

Jai twisted the knob at the bottom turning it on and Hansika jumped as she felt the vibrations against her pussy.

Jai grabbed the spy cam and turned it on, placing it on the dresser to capture every moment of Hansika's forced orgasm torture. He used his phone to take more pictures.

"Damn you, Jai, turn it off! Please turn it off!" Hansika pleaded.

Hansika thrashed about, trying in vain to escape the vibrations that were rapidly pushing her to yet another orgasm. She could not believe that any of this was happening to her, and that she had been reduced to a fuck toy for a just turned 19-year-old. Worse, she was his cum bucket to replace the crumpled cum rag on the floor.

Hansika wailed as an orgasm overtook her. She bucked her hips up and down, just imagining the spectacle she was making of herself as she came: and a spectacle that was being video taped for future viewing by Jai. She could imagine him wanking off while watching this over and over again. And what if he showed it to others?

The orgasm waned, only to be replaced by the post orgasm sensitivity that ravaged her senses and made her beg for release. Then she was cumming again.

" fucking I can't take anymore!" She screamed.

"Please stop it!"

Hansika was shaking from head to toe. Her muscles clenched and she shook her head violently. Her eyes rolled back and she continued to orgasm, all while Jai enjoyed every moment of her ordeal.

Hansika had no idea how long this went on, and she lost count of how many orgasms she had. She looked at Jai and saw that his cock was half hard. He stroked it and it became fully erect. He approached her and turned the vibrator off.

"Oh thank god." Hansika panted.

"I'm ready to fuck you again." Jai informed her.

"My pussy can't take anymore." She said,

"It's not your pussy I want this time. I think it's time to fuck your ass."

"No, not that. I don't do that!" Hansika said.

"Never?" Jai asked.

"Never, I've never let anyone do that." She said,

Jai smiled. "That's wonderful news. You took my virginity and I'll take your last virgin hole."

"No, please don't do that." She said, as Jai began untying her legs.

Jai raised her legs and shoved a pillow beneath Hansika's lower back, raising her ass higher. The bed was soaked from Hansika's many orgasms. She tried to kick him away but her legs were too weak to struggle much as he leaned against her raised legs and pressed his hard cock between her ass cheeks.

Hansika felt the head of his prick pressing against her anal opening. "Please don't." She continued, as he pushed slowly into her.

"No, not my ass, not my ass, please not my ass!"

Hansika screamed as his cock broke through, and he began slowly thrusting, gaining more distance with each inward push as she struggled, cried and pleaded.

"My god that is so fucking tight." Jai commented, as her asshole gripped his shaft.

"It hurts!" Hansika exclaimed.

"Let's give you a little more pleasure then." Jai said, reaching down to turn on the vibrator that was still taped to her.

"No!" Hansika cried out.

Jai began fucking her upturned ass while the vibrator stimulated her pussy and clit. Hansika was lost between pleasure and pain as she came multiple times while Jai pounded her asshole with his stiff cock.

At least the vibrator was on a lower speed, but it still drove her insane as she was made to cum again and again and again, all while Jai enjoyed having his cock buried in her ass.

He pounded her as deep as he could, trying to make up for all the missed sex opportunities he had been denied in one evening with the neighbor woman he had lusted after for so long.

Jai felt his orgasm nearing and reached down to turn the vibrator off. "I want you to feel just my cock unloading inside of you." He explained.

Hansika breathed heavily as he fucked her asshole.

"Oh fuck yes!" He cried out, then slammed his full eight inches into her as she felt his cum spurting into her asshole.

"God damn that feels good." Jai said as he continued fucking her until satisfied that every drop of cum had been squeezed out of his cock.

He pulled free of her ass, causing Hansika to spasm as the vacuum pressure of his withdrawal made her think she was going to crap.

As he backed away, her legs fell to the mattress.

"Let's watch that video." Jai told her, as he removed the card from the spy cam and inserted it back into his laptop. He turned on the video and retired her legs to the bedpost.

Hansika watched in humiliation as she saw the video of her being forced to climax multiple times. She could see Jai's cock twitch from time to time as he was aroused by the video of her forced orgasms.

By the time they got to the end of her being butt fucked, his cock was fully erect once more. He switched the card from his laptop to the spy cam and began recording once again.

"It's time to take that pussy again." He said.

Jai grabbed the duct tape and tore it off her, yanking a few strands of her pubic hair in the process, causing Hansika to cry out in pain.

He took the vibrator and said, "What shall we do with this?" Grinning, he said, "I know where to put it."

"No, don't." She said, as she felt the vibrator being inserted into her asshole. It didn't hurt nearly as much as Jai's cock had going in there, but it was uncomfortable just the same as he pushed it all the way into her, twisting the knob to turn it on before giving it a final shove. He then used duct tape to secure it in place, impaling her ass on the vibrator while he thrust his cock into her sopping pussy.

Hansika began cumming almost immediately as Jai's cock fucked her and the plastic toy vibrated while double penetrating her.

Jai slammed her pussy, knowing that this would probably be the last sex he would have with Hansika, so he was going to make the best of it.

Hansika shook her head back and forth, cumming like a woman possessed. The orgasms had pushed her beyond her limit and her body, being pounded by Jai's cock and vibed by his mother's vibrator, was alive like it had never been. She hated what Jai was doing, but for some insane reason she was enjoying every thrust of his cock into her.

"Fuck me, goddamn you, fuck me!" She cried out, unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Jai slammed into her pussy, wanting nothing more than to feel his release one more time inside of Hansika's cunt.

Twenty minutes passed and Jai was still banging her. Hansika was screaming with pleasure. She wanted to wrap her arms around him but she was still tied to the bed.

Finally Jai felt the pressure mounting in the head of his cock. He came, spewing another load into Hansika's pussy before slowing down and finally stopping. He lay atop her for a long while before gradually climbing off of her.

Hansika did not know what to say. She had been taken by force multiple times and ended up cumming to the point that she feared she could never face her husband again. She looked at the clock, knowing that her ordeal must finally be over. She just wondered if she had the strength to walk back home.

Jai's phone rang and he stepped into the hallway to answer it. When he returned he smiled at Hansika and said, "That was mom. She has to stay over another day, so she won't be home until Sunday morning. That means we can continue all day tomorrow."

Hansika was speechless.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

Kayadu was a 25 year old girl who worked as an Administrator in a sales company. Back in her school days she was Queen Bee. All the boys threw themselves at her. And although Kayadu loved the stares that she got and loved to tease boys, she had too much respect for herself and never gave the boys what they wanted.

She had a boyfriend whom she lost her virginity to when they turned 18. He went to the US, and although they were still together, Kayadu felt lonely being in her home town without any of her friends or boyfriend around.

Kayadu stood at 5 foot 5, and she was the perfect mix of slim and juicy. She had thick thighs that were perfectly toned and a juicy ass that was both firm but also jiggled with each step. Although her tits weren't massive, they were a good handful and were the perfect shape that looked amazing underneath any clothing.

Not having her boyfriend around to shower her with affection made Kayadu seek it elsewhere. Men that she worked with would look at her throughout the day, which she encouraged by wearing tight pencil skirts and tight shirts that hugged her slim yet curvy frame.

She would never cheat on Raj, but having men drool over her gave Kayadu a sense of worth that filled her desires. To fill up her spare time Kayadu really got into the gym, which made her bum grow and gave her a toned stomach as well as a toned back and legs.

Kayadu was one of those girls you'd see at the gym with their hair perfectly done and make up on. Although it was clear she wanted men to look at her, she gave off a **censored** to say "don't fuck with me".

After Christmas the gym got incredibly busy, which annoyed Kayadu as not only did it mean she couldn't do all the exercises that she wanted, but there were other girls that would steal the male's attention.

So, with it being a 24/7 gym, Kayadu started to go late at night. Midnight, in fact. The gym was always fairly dead at that time, but still with enough men to give Kayadu the attention she craved. At this time there was no one actually working in the gym. There were a few hours over the night that the shifts didn't cross. And that was Kayadu's life. Little did she know that all her teasing would lead to a fateful night.

It was midnight on a Tuesday. Kayadu was going into the gym dressed in her normal very short, very tight blue gym shorts. They stuck so tightly to her body that she may as well have been naked.

When she entered the gym, she always had on a very tight gym jacket. When Kayadu got to the machine she started on, she would make a show of unzipping it while puffing out her chest and get all the men drooling over her.

Underneath her jacket Kayadu would only wear a very tight sports bra, which made her handful of tits look huge as her cleavage spilled out of the top. With her entire body except for her chest on display, Kayadu started her workout.

Throughout it she would catch men staring at her, which would make between her legs twitch. It had been nearly two months since she last saw Raj, and she was in desperate need of sex. An hour later after a very hard workout, trying to work out her sexual frustrations, Kayadu was drenched in sweat and aching from head to toe.

With a loud huff she dropped the weights and finished her workout.

The gym was big, and she could only see five men in the section near her, each of them attempting not to get caught staring at Kayadu's body.

Kayadu had black hair that was wavy down her body, and she pushed it back as she downed water from her bottle in the most seductive way possible.

Right, quick shower and then bed, Kayadu thought and headed for the changing rooms.

Being late at night and completely empty, Kayadu had the women's changing room to herself, so she peeled the sweaty, tight sports bra over her head and let her perky, firm tits bounce free. It was nice to have fresh air against them.

She was still panting and catching her breath, loud enough that she didn't hear the door to the changing rooms open and close.

"Finally seen them." A voice said, which shocked Kayadu to her core.

Her head turned and saw four... no... five men stood at the entrance. Kayadu's reaction was to hold her arm up to cover her chest as she jumped back.

"What are you doing here?!" Kayadu shouted as rage built up inside her that these men would walk in to perv over her.

Then, one man locked the changing room door, and all five pairs of eyes locked on her. When they slowly took a step forward Kayadu's heart sank.

"You've been teasing us for months," One man in the middle said. He was a very tall, very muscular man with tattoos down his arms and a well-shaped black beard. "So we decided to give you what you want."

Kayadu's eyes darted around the room, and even more sweat formed on her brow as they stepped closer still.

"Get out of here!" Kayadu shouted while trying to cover herself. "Or I'll call the police and get you arrested!"

"Try it," The man with the beard said. "If you can reach your phone, it'll be too long for him to get here."

Kayadu's heart was beating a mile a minute, and her legs turned to jelly.

"HELP!!" Kayadu screamed at the top of her lungs, but all five men just laughed.

"You stupid slut," the one with the beard said. "There's no one else here."

As they got closer Kayadu stepped away until her back hit against the metal lockers. The five men walked over and surrounded her. She was alone, with no one to save her.

"What... what do you want?" Kayadu asked. She felt like she was going to be sick.

"You've been showing off that body for months," The bearded man said, "so a few of us got chatting and decided to do something about it."

One man, a black man who had giant arms and legs, grazed his hand against Kayadu's arm. Her reaction was to grab his wrist, and she stared at him in fear.

"You did this to yourself," The black man said with a deep, husky voice. "You're just getting what you asked for."

Kayadu's hand went limp and released his arm. With her back pressed up against the locker and five giant men surrounding her, Kayadu felt helpless.

"Please," She whispered as tears formed in her eyes. "Please don't do this... please!"

"Don't worry," The bearded man said, and his finger caressed Kayadu's chin. "You'll be begging for more soon."

Kayadu pushed his hand away with her chin.

"Please..." She whispered, "Please dooooon'tt!"

Suddenly multiple pairs of hands grabbed onto Kayadu and turned her around.

"Urggh!" Kayadu grunted as her chest was forced against the lockers.

She tried to fight and push herself away, but they were too strong, and she couldn't move. Her chest heaved against the cold metal lockers as her hair fell in front of her face.

A pair of hands grabbed her tight, blue gym shorts and yanked them down. When they hit her ankles, Kayadu realised she was completely naked.

"No!" Kayadu shouted. "Leave me alone!! Get off me!!"

Although her body couldn't move, she thrashed her head left and right.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!

A steel like palm crashed against her bare arse cheeks over and over again! They burnt red and stung as Kayadu yelped out.

The man's fingers dug into Kayadu's thick arse and pulled them apart, exposing her holes to the air.

She heard some movement behind her. Her feet were kicked apart, and then she felt what must have been a very thick, very long, very hard cock nuzzle between her arse cheeks.

"Get the fuck off me!!" Kayadu screamed again.

"The more you fight it," A voice whispered in her ear, "the worse it'll be."

This isn't happening, this isn't happening! Kayadu kept saying to herself. For some reason she thought of Raj, how her dressing and acting like a slut made this happen.

While lost in her own thoughts, she didn't acknowledge a thick, hard head press at her exposed pussy. It was only when this uncovered cock forced its way inside of her did Kayadu accept what was happening to her.

"Urrgghh fuuucckk!!" Kayadu yelped as she was ripped open by a giant cock forcing its way inside of her.

"Fucking hell," The man behind her grunted. "I thought a slut like you would be wide open! This is tight as fuck!"

"I can't fucking wait to get in that cunt." Another man said.

It dawned on Kayadu that all five men were going to have their way with her. She could fight back, and she would, but she knew it would be pointless.

The thick cock delved deeper inside, stretching Kayadu wider than she had even been before.

"Urrgghh fuuckk! Take it out!!" Kayadu begged and pleaded.

"Don't worry," One male voice grunted. "We'll break you open, good and proper."

She tried to fight her arms back, but the hands on her held tight and stopped Kayadu from moving.

The cock pushed deeper and deeper. It ripped Kayadu in two and stretched her tight hole. The air was forced from her lungs as she was restrained and fucked.

"Urghh!" Kayadu grunted when the man's waist pressed against her plump arse cheeks.

That was it. He was balls deep inside of her, and Kayadu couldn't stop it.

SPANK! SPANK!

"There we go, slut," He growled. "Now, time to fuck you like the whore you are."

"Please... stop..." Kayadu pleaded while trying to catch her breath. Her aching pussy clenched around his shaft. It felt like her entire insides were filled with his cock, as if he was in her stomach.

"Oh, this is gonna be a long night for you." Another man said.

In one quick hard motion, the cock pulled nearly entirely out and then thrust balls deep back inside of her.

"Urggh fuck!" Kayadu shouted.

It stung and ripped her as he took her. Kayadu's sweaty body stuck to the lockers as he pulled out and thrusted in again.

"Fuck me, this is one tight cunt." The man inside of her grunted.

"As if you're her first." Another man said.

"I won that bet fair and square." The man inside her laughed.

"That was nearly a month ago. We should've done it again." Another replied.

A month ago? Kayadu realised, they've been planning on fucking me for that long?

The cock that was fucking her was moving in a steady motion now. It still hurt, and Kayadu felt like she was being ripped open, but the pain was slowly going numb.

Then, a pair of hands grabbed Kayadu's hips and pulled her back. Her body was forced to bend over. Kayadu took the opportunity to fight back again, but the hands holding her gripped tighter.

"Leave me alone!" Kayadu shouted as her hands were forced against the lockers as she was bent over at the waist.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Her ass cheeks were stinging from the assault as the man holding her hips shoved his entire pole deep inside of her again, and Kayadu yelped.

"Not a fucking chance, bitch!" He laughed.

Now bent over, this man found it easier to fuck Kayadu with his massive cock.

Kayadu's body bounced back and forth as her juicy ass hit his waist over and over. She kept fighting to pull her arms away, but she was too weak and too tired. The cock inside was hitting parts she had never felt before, certainly nowhere that Raj ever reached.

"Urgh! Fuck! Stop!" Kayadu grunted.

Hands took this opportunity to grab her bouncing tits. Their hands were hard and firm as they grabbed at her bouncing tits.

"Oooh fuuck!" Kayadu shouted as a few fingers twisted her soft, delicate nipples.

"Now you're getting into it, slut." One man laughed.

"Noooo!" Kayadu shouted, not wanting them to think she enjoyed this at all. This was her hell.

Then, there was a knock on the changing room door.

"Help me!!" Kayadu shouted and looked at the door.

One of the men walked over and unlocked it without a care in the world. Then Kayadu saw another man standing there and walked in.

"Help! Please!" Kayadu pleaded. "They're forcing me!"

The man behind Kayadu held himself balls deep in her tight, poor cunt. Kayadu pleaded with her eyes at this man who could save her.

"Fuck," he sighed. "You started without me?"

No, please god, no!!

The other men laughed as this sixth attacked locked the changing room door and walked over to her.

"Sorry mate," The black man said. "We had to strike at the best moment."

"It's fine," The new man replied. "Sorry I was late. My wife kept nagging at me."

I HATE THEM ALL!!

"Urggghh!" Kayadu grunted as the man behind her continued to fuck her.

His entire throbbing, thick, hard cock was battering into her cunt over and over again. Forcing itself deeper and ruining her tight hole for good.

"Don't worry, lads," the bearded man said. "I won't be too much longer in this tight cunt."

"At least your cum will work as a lube for me next." The newcomer said.

They're going to cum in me? Kayadu panicked even more, given that she wasn't on the pill.

"No!" Kayadu shouted. "Don't cum in me!"

"Aww, what's wrong, baby?" One man mocked. "You worried about getting knocked up?"

"Pleeeasee!!" Kayadu shouted as the big fucking cock kept drilling into her cunt. "Doon'tt!!"

The beaded man leaned close to Kayadu's ear as he held himself deep inside of her. Kayadu's cunt throbbed around his thick meat.

"Do you really think we care about what you want?" He whispered and then licked her ear, which made Kayadu feel repulsed.

He leaned back, grabbed her hips and went back to hammering into her cunt again. She could feel every thick inch slide in and out of her. Feeling her folds grip around his shaft, perfectly feeling every vein and ridge of his cock.

"Urgh... urgh... urgh... fuck!" Kayadu panted and grunted as more sweat formed over her body.

"Urggh, here I cum, you fucking slag!" The bearded man grunted.

His cock throbbed inside of her and expanded, stretching Kayadu's little pussy wider. And then, for the first time in her life, Kayadu felt a cock unload deep inside of her fertile pussy.

"Fuuuckk yeeess!!" The man roared like a beast as he unleashed a gallon of baby making cum deep inside Kayadu's womb.

"Noooooo!!" Kayadu weakly pleaded.

The feeling of a man cumming inside of her was surreal. She could feel every shot hitting the walls inside of her, filling her up more with thick, hot, creamy seed.

His cock pulsated and throbbed with every furious strike of cum firing from his head. He kept pounding into her, their skin slapping together over and over. The sound of the fucking turned wet as his cum coated his cock and her pussy and a wet slapping noise echoed around the room.

The last few thrusts were hard and deep as his balls drained inside of Kayadu.

Then, he pulled out of her aching pussy, and Kayadu felt hot cum leak out of her hole and down her thigh.

"Get her on all fours." One man said.

Kayadu felt weak and didn't react quick enough to fight back until she was pushed onto the floor to her hands and knees. Her tits bounced beneath her as one man took his position behind her and another moved in front.

She looked up and saw a massive big cock in front of her.

"Let's see how those pretty lips feel, baby." The black man told her.

Kayadu's hair was flung behind her head as she looked up at him with hatred in her eyes.

"I'll fucking bite it off!" She shouted.

The black man looked behind Kayadu.

"Trev?" He said.

And then... SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

A barrage of powerful strikes landed across both of Kayadu's arse cheeks, each one forcing her eyes to well up more and more. Her ass clenched as she took another strike. Her cheeks burnt red.

"Ahhh, please stop!!" She pleaded.

"Now, what did you say about biting?" The black man asked.

Kayadu was panting, hyperventilating as she looked up at him. Trev, the man behind her, was rubbing his thick head up and down her cum soaked pussy lips.

"Fucking try me!" Kayadu barked out.

The black man crouched down on his tree trunk legs and smiled at Kayadu as he pulled her hair behind her head.

"Why don't we make a deal," he said. "You suck my dick like the whore you are, and we won't fuck that fat ass."

What? Kayadu panicked. With how much it hurt for them to fuck her non virgin pussy, she couldn't imagine the pain of having her virgin asshole fucked.

"D, we didn't agree to that?" Trev asked.

The black man, who apparently went by "D", looked up.

"Hey, I want a good blowjob." He said with a smile, showing his perfectly white teeth.

The cock behind Kayadu was still spreading cum up and down her folds, threatening to fuck her again.

"So, what do you say, sweet cheeks?" D asked.

Kayadu panted and sweated as she looked at him.

"Fuck... You..." She panted.

D released her hair and stood up.

"There you go, Trev. Fuck that fat ass." D told him.

Trev's cock that had a thick layer of the bearded man's cum lined up with Kayadu's smooth, puckering arsehole.

"Get the fuck off me!!" Kayadu screamed and thrashed about, but more hands grabbed onto her body and limbs and held her still. "Fuck you!!"

Trev's cock applied pressure at Kayadu's back door as she tried to clench, but he was fighting through it, his meaty fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart.

"Fuuuucckk!!" Kayadu shouted as her tightest hole was forced to spread around the thick cock. "Stooppp!!"

He kept pushing and pushing, although Kayadu's asshole was fighting back. She was being ripped open from his cock.

"Ookkaayy!!" Kayadu shouted. "Stop! I'll do it!! Fuck, I'll do it!!"

"Hold up, Trev," D shouted, and Trev's cock stayed still but threatened to keep going. "You'll do what, little girl?"

The cock head was halfway inside Kayadu's asshole that throbbed and beat around him.

"I'll suck your dick!" She shouted, wanting anything to stop her asshole being ripped open.

"No teeth?" D asked.

Kayadu had her jaw clenched as she could feel her heartbeat in her rim around Trev's cock.

"Go on then." D said, and suddenly Trev's cock started to push once more, stretching Kayadu.

"Noooo!!" Kayadu shouted. "No teeth! No fucking teeth!!"

"Stop," D said. "You heard the girl."

"Fuck sake." Trev moaned.

Why is this happening to me, I don't deserve this!

D moved so his big, black cock was inches from Kayadu's face. It was an unbelievably dark thick chocolate stick. Kayadu had only experienced Raj's cock before, but D's was twice as big.

He edged it closer, teasing her to take it in her mouth when Trev shoved his entire cock balls deep into Kayadu's cum filled cunt.

"Ahh fuuuggffffff!" Kayadu shouted, and D took the opportunity to shove his cock inside Kayadu's open mouth.

Her lips instinctively wrapped around his thick shaft as the taste of his cock filled her senses.

"I knew her lips would feel great." D laughed.

Kayadu did have soft, plump lips, which her boyfriend Raj loved having around his dick. But D's cock was so girthy that her mouth was unnaturally wide, and her lips gripped onto his shaft for their life.

D pushed deeper, so even as Kayadu held her tongue back, his head pressed against it, and she got a mouthful of his precum that lit up her senses like a firework.

With her naked legs kicked apart and Trev holding her hips, he started his assault on her cunt with his thick cock. This was less painful than the bearded man. Using his cum as a lube, Kayadu's pussy took his cock easier.

"Mmf.. mmmff... mmmff... mmff!" Kayadu grunted around D's dark cock as she got fucked from behind.

"Little whore is moaning!" One man laughed. "Just needed to be spit roasted to open her up!"

Kayadu knew she wasn't moaning, but she hated that they thought she was in any way enjoying this!

D took a handful of Kayadu's hair as he started off slowly sliding his cock in and out. Her thick, plump lips moved with his shaft and gripped around them. She considered biting down but feared what the rest would do to her.

That's when it hit Kayadu. This was happening, there was nothing she could do about it. Kayadu broke.

In that moment she closed her eyes, but all that did was focus her senses on the two cocks fucking her from front and back.

"Glllgg!" Kayadu gagged when the dark cock hit down her throat.

"Fucking hell, she must have never sucked a dick before!" D burst out in laughter.

Weirdly, Kayadu got offended by that.

This group of men are fucking me, and they have the audacity to say I'm not good enough at giving blowjobs!!

Unfortunately, Kayadu's mouth was too full of cock to argue.

"Come on, slut," D said and tightened his grip on her hair. "Let's break that throat in."

Kayadu's eyes were still closed as she felt his big, black cock slide further and further down her throat.

"Glllg!" She gagged, and he pulled back but left the head in, keeping the gagging feeling in Kayadu's throat as he thrusted down again. "Gllgg!"

"Fuck, this is a great cunt!" Trev moaned.