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The night before I was to wed, one of my married friends who was to be at the ceremony, came secretly to my room and informed me that my soon-to-be-husband would be away at sea for six months at a time. She also informed me that typically men of that profession frequented brothels when they made stops at different ports and that I should expect that he had 'friends' in every port. It would also explain why my lost virginity wasn't an issue for him. I felt a pang of disappointment but it quickly passed. I had no right to feel things like that after the mess I had made.

She also presented me with a small gift and told me not to open it until she was gone. She gave me strict instructions to hide it until after the wedding but that it would help me on those nights I had to be alone. When she had gone, I opened it and found a six inch, slim vibrator inside. I smiled and hid it away without even turning it on. I wasn't sure how loud it could be and didn't want to take a chance on my parents hearing it.

The next day we were wed according to tradition and after a celebration we retired to our bedroom. Despite not being a virgin I was still very nervous. He watched me undress and pulled his shirt over his head tossing it to the floor. Walking over to me he forced me to my knees and pulled out his cock. Fully erect I guessed it to be six inches and rather skinny, but when my hand wrapped around it, it was nice and hard.

"Suck it," he said softly.

I did as I was told and gently slipped my lips around him. My hand began stroking him and soon his breathing became ragged. He took my hand from his cock and held them both in one of his, while his other hand went to the back of my head and held me against him as I sucked. When he groaned and came, he held me tight, trying to force me to swallow everything. There was so much that I couldn't keep up and while most made it down my throat, some escaped to drip down my chin and fall to my breasts.

I still had on my bridal jewelry but my perfectly done makeup was a complete mess. He had forced his cock deep down my throat and I had been forced to gag several times. Tears had leaked from my eyes and dragged my makeup down my cheeks. He pulled out a polaroid camera and took several pictures of me with smudged makeup and cum on my chin and breasts.

"I'm going to need these for those long nights on the ship," he said simply, then set them aside.

Motioning for me to get up and lay back on the bed he wasted no time and slipped a hand down to position his cock at my pussy. I had gotten a little excited as I had sucked him so I was wet already but when he pushed inside me, a small gasp escaped my throat. If he noticed, he didn't say anything, and continued to fuck me harer and harder until with a final thrust deep inside me, he came. My pussy filled and as he pulled himself out of me he smiled.

"That feels so different without a condom," he said simply, then lay down beside me.

I knew then he wasn't a virgin, but the lack of blood on the sheets would have told him I wasn't either, and I kept any trace of the feelings inside me from reaching my face.

The next day we left on our honeymoon to Goa. White sand beaches, and rich fauna were a treat for me, but everything was so expensive. Tourists were everywhere and during the day we visited a few of the heritage sites, then at night we made sure to find a bar to enjoy the nightlife. My new husband, it seemed, enjoyed being amongst crowds when he was ashore.

Once back in the bedroom though, it was all business. He took me as a man takes his wife, always gentle, but making sure I knew my place. I had managed one orgasm the whole honeymoon, and that was because I excused myself to the bathroom before he took me and pleasured myself close to climax.

When we left, we went to his mother's house in Delhi and moved in with her. It was a pleasant time and she never made demands on me. In fact, I believe she had had a talk with him because his love making now included taking time to make sure I orgasmed as well. My pleasure in this union exploded ten fold and I was actually happy with the man who had chosen me.

He would come home from a trip to the market and kiss his mother before taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom we shared. I was sure she knew what was going on but she always just smiled and averted her eyes when he did so.

For three months we loved each other almost daily before he was set to be deployed again. He had taken many more pictures and most of them had been of me naked. A few close ups of parts he really enjoyed were among the pile he shoved into a pocket of his duffle bag and I secretly wondered if he was going to be showing them off to his mates on the boat. I could never ask him though so I kept my fears to myself and smiled as he finished packing.

The next day my heart almost broke as I saw him off. I wondered if he was going to be seeing those girls in every port my friend had talked about, but again, it was something a good wife would not ask, so I kept my mouth shut. I was lucky to have a husband at all, and didn't want to risk his anger, and send him off in a foul mood.

Days passed with just my new mother-in-law and me in the house and I grew lonely for attention she could not give me. We had a maid servant so there wasn't much for me to do, except try not to get in her way, so I reconnected with a few friends from college and would go for lunch with them.

I confided in the one that had given me the vibrator that my husband had turned me into a sex addict and that I was missing it desperatley. She laughed and told me to find a better toy to please myself with, but if that didn't work, there were sites online where you could read stories or even watch movies to help with the urges.

I spent another month reading what I could online, and watching movies as I could at low volume. The video was crappy as we had a slow internet feed, but I couldn't ask to upgrade it without revealing why. Plus, I needed to save data for when my husband contacted me from each port he stopped at.

The next time I was with my girlfriend she suggested buying CDs that would not be subject to internet speeds and could even be watched over and over for the same price.

"There are places that sell such things?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course. There are markets for everything you can think of, you just need to know where to look, and who to ask," she replied with a laugh.

 

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That night laying in bed with a bullet vibrator against my clit, and my six inch vibrator thrusting inside me, I came for the third time. Not one of the three had satisfied me and I pulled the toys away and slipped them into the sleeve I had to hide. Unsatisfied I rolled over and promised myself that tomorrow I was going to the market to look for some CD's.

In the morning when my mother-in-in law had gone for her morning stroll to the market I looked up places to buy CDs in Delhi. One place came up that seemed to be in a shady district and somehow, I instinctively knew this was where I was supposed to go. Scrawling a note that I was going to do some shopping, and that I would be gone most of the day, I slipped into a tight fitting top and a short skirt that wouldn't reveal much if I had to bend over.

My destination was Palika Bazaar in New Delhi and when I turned the car into the parking lot I was sure I was making a mistake. Gathering my courage I stepped out and locked the doors behind me keeping a firm grip on my purse.

Wearing western clothes most of the time garnered looks from people who lived near us, but the looks I was getting here had me scared inside. Filthy workers leered at me with their mouths full of pan masala and redness around their mouths from the spit they always tried to hold back.

I had studied the effects of the local variety and knew that these weren't the after dinner variety we had at parties, but the intoxicating variant that the labourers used to escape life when they weren't at their jobs.

The walls of the place were just as filthy as the labourers were from their spit and I had to step carefully lest I get covered in red saliva that clung to the walls and puddled on the floors. The place smelled like none of them had ever made it to a bathroom and instead used the nooks and crannies to relieve themselves. More than once I had to look away from someone who called out an obscenity and once I even had to dodge a hand that found the courage to reach out. Eventually though I made it into the market and looked around.

I got a few funny looks because of the way I was dressed and decided that the first floor would not be a good place to look for what I was after. There were too many people and I didn't want to be seen asking for what I was looking for. Shopkeepers were yelling their wares at me and trying to pull me in but I managed to get away and keep looking for what I wanted. A small group of loiterers had formed and were following me around and my heart started racing.

Choosing to go up a level only made things worse. I was now almost completely alone with a group following my every move. Choosing a shop that sold pirated CDs, I entered and walked straight to the counter. The man behind it saw me come, then noticed the group following and with a wave of his hand, and a fierce look, they disappeared.

I released a sigh of relief and looked at my would-be savior. He was a middle aged man chewing the same disgusting pan, and had an eighties hair cut. Long permed hair flowed to his shoulders but unlike most, he was a tall fellow with a decent build. He had no pot belly as the rest did, but his red eyes told me he still enjoyed his pan.

"What can I do for you, ma'am," he asked around a swallow.

"I'm looking for CDs," I replied.

"English or Hindi?" he asked.

"Hindi," I replied.

He started to pull out pirated copies of Bollywood movies but I stopped him before he could get very far.

"Not those types of movies," I said , then reddened as I realized what I was asking.

"South Indian Movies, Bhojpuri or Punjabi Films, which ones you want, Madam?" he asked.

"None of those either," I replied, almost too embarrassed to ask.

"So you're looking for XXX movies then?" he asked in a low voice after looking around to make sure no one else could hear.

"Yes. Please show me what you have," I replied in barely a whisper.

He reached below the counter and partially pulled up a black bag. Opening it he searched quickly and pulled out a few CD's and placed them on the counter in front of me. My eyes went wide when I saw the covers and he smirked when he saw my face.

"Which of these is good?" I asked in a small voice.

"Madam, they are all good," he replied.

"Can you suggest a couple of them?" I asked quietly.

"Madam, I don't watch them myself. I go out and get the real thing. There's not much point in sitting at home with my tool in my hand when I can easily go out and find a real woman," he replied.

I was stunned by his admission. That he could simply go out and find a woman to fuck made my jaw drop. Choosing a couple of films at random I asked him to pack them for me and ring them up. While he did, I opened my purse and looked for money to cover the total he had given me and binked rapidly when he next spoke.

"Madam, I can tell you are in need of something more than just CDs," he said. "I know of a perfect place where you can find what you need and make some money at the same time. Watching movies won't stop what I can tell you're feeling."

"What?" I asked.

That he could see through me so easily stunned me and no other words came forth.

"Madam, I have a friend who does business. He brings only trusted customers, so you are safe to get both honey and money. He operates from his own den and it's perfectly safe even from police," he replied.

His words had me instantly wet and desire was taking over. I packed the CD's away in my purse and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. No thank you. I'm not like that," I replied quietly.

"Everyone needs real attention and the CD's won't hold you for more than a night. You need a real cock to fill the void and in this case, you make some money doing it. Just try it once, and if you are not satisfied, you leave it behind," he replied.

Something about getting fucked, then getting **censored** for it aroused me beyond belief. The thought of having a cock deep inside me again made my mind shut down and lust take over. I heard myself asking where it was and how long it would take. It was almost eleven in the morning and I had to be home by five in the Evening.

He replied that it was a village near an industrial area on the border of Delhi and Haryana, which worked out perfectly for me. It was nowhere near a residential area so one would know me there, and none would find out that I had been there.

With a nod from me, he came around the counter and ushered me out, then proceeded to close up shop. We got down to the first level and he instructed me to leave my car as the roads we were going to take would only slow down the trip. We hopped on his motorcycle and soon we were well beyond the city limits using back roads only big enough for one car. Asphalt had become a thing of the past here and only cobblestone covered in mud showed any sign that there was a road.

We rode for about forty minutes until we reached a very dirty area. After almost two kilometers on the muddy road we ended up in a small village where the road was only wide enough for one car. Bicycles were everywhere as well as a few scooters and the odd motorcycle.

This was where the labourers lived as well as every other employee with a low paying job. I saw brick layers, construction workers, McDonald's employees and even a woman in a subway uniform covered in mud. I knew she would have to wash it before her shift tomorrow. Tucking my skirt in tightly I held on as we weaved our way between them all.

I had always wondered where people like this lived and now I had an answer. I almost wished I hadn't found out as the sheer amount of people here was overwhelming. Tiny shops were everywhere and the buildings they were in were all run down and in need of repair. None were over two stories and many even looked to be abandoned. I had never known places like this existed.

 

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We stopped in front of a very run down building and he parked the motorcycle. Looking at the brick skeleton in front of me I marveled at how much like all the other houses this one looked. Paint was nowhere to be seen and even the plaster was missing on most of it. I suddenly wondered if the inside would be just as bad. Fear had overpowered me when we entered the village but it was nothing compared to what I was feeling now as he led me towards the front entrance.

Inside the place looked much the same as outside. Rooms were boarded off and others only had curtains to hide what was going on inside. The sounds coming from them let everyone know exactly what was going on though, and you didn't need to use your imagination at all. Stopping by the staircase that led to the second floor my guide asked me to wait and proceeded to walk over to meet a tall muscular man that was headed our way.

I studied the man as they talked and wondered who he was. He had on a kurta pyjama and his hair was cut short. His frame was lean and I didn't see the typical pot belly that most around here had. He reminded me of a Hyena Jaat and when he replied to my guide, his accent confirmed it. I kept watching to see if I could get any other details but my attention turned to a young woman exiting one of the curtained rooms.

She had nothing but a towel to cover her and as she walked she was desperately trying to tie up her hair. It was loose and flowing and I was worried the towel would slip as she walked. She was cute, but not slim at all, in fact, I considered her a little overweight. She looked like your typical girl next door who was usually the last one to be picked for a Friday night date.

A moment later a man came out of the room doing up his shirt. He stopped with the girl who had come out first and handed her five hundred rupees and started to make his way to the exit I was standing beside. He stared at me as he walked and when he got close enough, he stopped to look me up and down. With a leer, he put his hand on my waist and started to feel his way up to my breast. I tried to stop him but his strength was greater than mine and he got a good handful before the Haryana Jatt yelled at him. With a sigh he pulled his hands away and then left the building. The Jaat handed some rupees to the shopkeeper then all three made their way over to me.

"Madam, this is Dara Singh. He will take care of you now," the shopkeeper said, indicating the tall Jaat.

My guide stepped back and then made his way to the front of the building and was gone. Dara took hold of my arm gently, but firmly, and led me into an unoccupied room.

"Hello madam. I am Dara. The shopkeeper owns the building but I run this business. Before you can work here I will need to take your pussy for a test drive," he said simply.

The thought of getting fucked sent thrills down my spine while at the same time fear crept across my heart. My desire to be treated like a whore was coming true but at the same time, I was told that if I didn't enjoy it, that it would be a one time thing. Remembering the types of people around I was afraid to open my mouth in protest of anything so I pushed the fear down deep inside and decided to give this a try. If things got out of control then I would figure out what to do then.

While Dara went back to close the curtain to the room I looked around for the first time. There were no windows, only the one curtained door. The lighting was dim with just one fluorescent light hanging dubiously from the asbestos covered ceiling. There was a queen size bed set in the center of the back wall and a ceiling fan hanging above it. Off in the corner was a urinal and a small tap to wash up with but aside from that, not much else. I instantly understood why the room smelled so foul.

The room reminded me of the servant's quarters back home, only theirs were much nicer than this. In here there was barely room for two people to stand together before bumpming into the bedframe, and once the curtain was closed, I was forced to sit on the bed or rub up against this man who was about to fuck me.

Looking up at him I waited as he took his shirt off. He was approximately six foot three inches and muscular. Not the ripped type that worked out daily, but the tough guy type that knew his way around on the streets. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I looked at him.

The bad part about him was the slight pot belly that had been hidden by his shirt. That and the smell of him. He needed to shower more often but I didn't think showers were common in a place like this. His eyes were a little red from the pan masala I knew he would have been chewing earlier as the stain at the corner of his mouth told me what type of a man this was.

"Come on now, get naked and lay back. I want to know what a white woman's pussy tastes like," he sneered.

Turning his head he spit at the wall and left a red stain that slowly dripped to the floor. Turning back to me I could clearly see the smirk on his face and decided there and then that I was going to leave behind being a housewife, and become the slut I needed to be.

I closed my eyes and gathered my strength and removed the halter top I was wearing. My black lace bra underneath held my breasts perfectly and beneath them, my tiny pink nipples were getting hard. With my tiny waist my breasts looked bigger than the thirty-four C, and seemed to be more of a thirty-eight. I had been told that my breasts were fun to lick and suck, and that they were amazingly firm. Freeing them from my shirt I heard a small sound escape Dara's throat.

He was massaging his cock through his pajamas and I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear. As I undid my skirt he grinned at me but didn't say anything, instead, he watched as my matching g-string came into view.

My clean shaven, tight little pink pussy was wet and I knew he was in for a treat. Most indian women had dark pussies and finding one like me was rare. Removing my skirt and then gathering my clothes up to move them off to the side neatly earned me a grunt from Dara.

"If you take this long to undress with a customer, they will get pissed off," he said.

Leaning down he managed to undo my bra and rip it off me while at the same time his other hand tore my g-string down my legs. I was shocked and started to protest but he shoved me backwards on the bed after tossing my underwear off to the side. Undressing himself I could see the hair covering his body more clearly. He was like a beast and I was to be his fuck toy for the next little while.

Looking closer I noticed minor details that told me that his hygiene schedule needed an upgrade. He wasn't the cleanest man I had met, but thinking ahead, I figured this wouldn't be the worst I had to deal with if I keep on this path.

When he was naked in front of me I gasped. His cock was thicker than my arm and almost nine inches long I guessed. Almost completely black with a purple head it stood at attention and I began to be afraid. My tiny little, camel-toe pussy had never had anything even half as big.

"I'm sorry. You're too big. I can't," I said and tried to rise.

"Who said you had a choice? If I slap you would stop pretending to be a queen and get back to your senses? This is not your grandfather's house that you can come and go when you please. This is a Randikhana(whorehouse), you are a whore and I'm your pimp. Here I make the rules and you follow. Understand?" he growled shoving me back down on the bed.

I was so far beyond terrified that my mind shut down and I just did as I was told. I closed my eyes and hoped it would be over soon, but I knew it hadn't even started yet.

Dara slipped to his knees and pulled me to the end of the bed. Spreading my legs he set his mouth against my pussy and started to lick me. Soon he was working hard but rather than do it right, it felt more like a dog trying to eat it's dinner. It felt good at times but was nothing like what I needed to get off. The fear of that monster cock also held off any orgasm I might have had and I just lay there keeping my eyes closed.

Lifting himself up he crawled on top of me and leaned down to suck my breasts. Biting my nipples made me cry out and only pushed him further. Sucking hard and biting harder brought tears to my eyes and my cries got louder.

Eventually he rose further and put his lips against mine. When his tongue entered my mouth I could taste his chew and started to gag. When he realized what was happening he kissed me harder and kept his tongue in my mouth longer. When he finally pulled his face away I was gagging and in tears.

 

[hotaks]

"You're crying and I haven't even fucked you yet. Wait until you get my snake inside you, then you'll have a reason to cry," he said with a laugh. "Now suck my dick."

Lifting himself he didn't wait for me to turn over. He slipped himself up my body until his cock was in front of my face. He told me to open my mouth and take it, and instead I opened a little and licked it from base to tip. Unsatisfied he shoved his cock into my mouth and made me gag. I felt like I was going to vomit but he didn't seem to care and just kept fucking my mouth. New fear sprang up inside me as I couldn't take even half this monster, and my pussy was so much smaller than my mouth.

Abruptly he pulled his cock out of my mouth and slipped down my body. Looking me in the eyes I felt his arm go down and position his cock at my mypussy.

"Time to send you to fuckland heaven little girl. Scream if you need to," he said with a laugh.

I closed my eyes not wanting to watch as he pushed the tip of his cock against my tiny hole. I was praying for it not to hurt but as his head started to spread me open, pain started between my legs. As his head opened me wider I screamed and gripped the sheets. When he popped inside me fresh tears sprang from me and more cries escaped my lips. Even with me being wet he still tore me open as he shoved his snake deeper and deeper inside me.

"I'm not even half the way into you and you're already crying like a baby," he laughed. "Time to see what you can handle."

He shoved harder and my cries got even louder. I couldn't stop the tears and soon my chest was heaving from sobbing so hard. I tried pushing him away but he just laughed and kept his hips moving. His snake was getting deeper inside me and the pain that had started at my pussy, was now spreading through my chest as well.

"Once you've opened and taken all of me, you'll never want another man. You'll worship me and my snake for as long as you live," he laughed as he fucked me.

His cock inside me was starting to feel nicer and more sensual, but I still couldn't hold back the cries, or the tears. I had a monster cock fucking me and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Two ladies came into the room and each took a spot on either side of the bed. Both ladies took hold of my arms while their free hands massaged my breasts.

"It seems Dara has found a new madam," one said.

"And it seems she is going to die by his snake," the other replied.

"Madam is going to be a whore now. She will worship my snake from this day forth," Dara replied as his hips began slamming into me.

The three of them were laughing while I was still crying. The pain was still there but now the pleasure was joining in. He leaned down and started kissing my body all over, leaving trails of saliva and his chew all over me. As grossed out as I was, I was content knowing that my pussy was leaving my juices all over his cock at the same time.

His balls were slapping my ass with his effort and the sound sent me over the edge. I could feel my pussy tightening around his monster snake as he shoved harder and faster inside me. My pussy gripping him must have gotten him close as well, because with a cry he pulled out of me and began covering me with his cum. His offering splashed against my chin and covered my breasts, then eventually my belly as he pumped himself dry.

Standing up he looked down at me and laughed. I was so exhausted that I didn't have the energy to even move and ended up laying there with my legs spread for all three to see my tiny pink pussy that had just been stretched wider than it had ever been. Closing my eyes I released the sheets and attempted to roll over.

"Lay still for a moment. I am enjoying the view of my newest fuck toy," Dara said and spread my legs again.

I did as I was told and lay there with my pusyy wide open and my breasts sitting high. I heard him getting dressed and when he finished doing up his pants he spoke again.

"Only my snake can go bareback in your pussy from now on. Everyone else will use a condom. Is that understood?" he said and continued without waiting for a response. "If any idiot tries to force you to let them inside my newest toy without one, just scream out and I will be here in a heartbeat and send him home with his dick so far inside his own ass that even going for a shit won't get it out. Aside from that, your duty here is to make the customers happy. Don't make a fuss and make sure they are satisfied or I will slap you so hard you would land in your father's house. Now get up and get washed up. I'll send the customers in one by one with a few minutes in between for you to get cleaned up and dressed between them."

 

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I was still laying there naked when he walked out and the two women with me helped me to get up. Together they got me cleaned up and then exited the room. The whole situation should have been very demeaning for me but I was excited at the thought of working in a whore house and fucking guys whose names I didn't even know. My pussy was getting wet at the thought of it and I wondered what was wrong with me. Splashing water on my face from the urinal I wondered if this was a dream. Opening my eyes showed me the same room I had just been fucked in and I smiled. This wasn't a dream, and in a moment another cock would be deep inside my pussy.

Laying there on the bed I watched as the first man came from behind the curtain. His eyes bulged when he saw a high class woman with a perfect figure instead of the overweight women he usually **censored** 500 for. He was like a beggar finding a full course meal completely sealed in the trash. He sat on the bed admiring my pussy, then reached out to touch it gently.

"Why no hair?" he asked.

"Did you come to shave me, or fuck me?" I retorted.

"Wow, too much sass for a whore. Let me show you how we treat such insolent bitches down here," he replied quickly, undressing himself.

Flipping me over he pulled my waist up and took me doggy style. pounding me as hard as he could he kept slapping my ass and reaching down to pinch my nipples. He hurt me on purpose just to make me cry out and after the third time, I gave up trying to fight it. For the next half hour, this low level labourer was my master.

Over the next two hours I was fucked by four more guys. Judging by the filth on them they worked nearby on the construction site. All of them fucked me like an animal would and none of them knew how to please a woman. I was used and abused the whole time but still excited everytime the curtain parted and someone new came in. I was exhausted but a strange feeling fell upon me. I felt like I finally belonged for the first time in my life and it somehow made me happy.

After the fifth guy was finished Dara came in and told me to get cleaned up and to get dressed. It was time for my break and to get something to eat. Handing me a bedspread I understood I was not to wear my clothes but to dress in this rag. I smiled as I wrapped it around myself and followed him to the kitchen. Four other women, all wearing similar bedspreads, were in the room. One was making tea, while another was preparing a meal for us, and the other two sat at the table chatting. Dara motioned me to the seat closest to me and I sat down and tried not to wince. I had never fucked six guys in one day before and had never gone for three hours. I was a little sore.

"Madam will be working with us now, take care of her," Dara said to the other ladies and turned to leave the room.

When he had gone, one of the girls passed me some tea while the other set plates down in front of us all. All the women were darker skinned than me and looked like they were originally from other states. Bihar and Orissa came to mind for three of them but one I was sure was from an eastern state, like Sikkim, because of her features. While we were eating they all started asking questions and I smiled politely and answered them all the best I could. When they questioned why I would come to work here I smiled before answering.

"I like to get fucked," I replied simply.

All of them laughed not at me, but because they thought it was funny.

"What Memsaab does for fun, we do as a job. You must be one horny bitch, and if so, you have come to the right place. Those men out there will fuck you all day and all night. They are like dogs in heat," one of them said.

Their words were not condescending and I felt no judgment from any of them. They were just curious about me and the language they used must have been because of their environment. I vowed to learn the vocabulary here so I could fit in better.

"My pussy has become loose from taking so many of these stray dogs. With Mamsahab starting we are going to be so busy that they are going to spread you wide. Soon they'll be able to drive a truck through you and you won't even notice," another said before taking another mouthful.

"How many penises have you taken so far today?" another inquired.

I knew it wasn't meant the way it came out but the question was demeaning. I couldn't believe I was being asked that while sitting at a table with nothing but a bedspread around me. I never let it show on my face though and something inside me started to get excited again. I had had more cocks inside me today than I had altogether in my entire life before today.

"Five customers and Dara," I replied casually.

"Ohh! How was Dara? Did you have fun with his snake," she replied and they all laughed.

"Yes, but it hurt alot. He's too big for me," I replied.

"It's painful now, but soon you'll be begging him not to leave because you'll lose sensation of all the little pricks, and when he takes that ass of yours you'll never want another cock again," she replied, which garnered another round of laughter from the other ladies.

"I will never allow him in my ass," I replied in disgust.

"Only time will tell," she replied and took another bite of her meal.

"How often do you do it in a day?" I asked, changing the subject.

 

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"Between fifteen and twenty times, sometimes more," one of them replied.

The woman from Sikkim was the only fair looking one, besides me, and I had heard her name was Vimmi during the conversation.

"Here Vimmi is the most in demand and she holds the record, thirty-two men in one day," one of the others said.

"How is that possible?" I asked in shock.

"A while ago, a bunch of drunk labourers had a party and bought me for the night. They took turns alfor over twenty hours and kept all three of my holes full for most of it. I was so worked up that I was going in and out of consciousness. My pussy and ass were so swollen after that ordeal, and when I vomited, only semen came out," Vimmi replied casually.

I could only look at her in shock, with eyes wide and my mouth open. Before we could go any further with the conversation, Dara came back in and ordered us back to work.

"Break time is over," he barked.

As I was getting up to go back, Dara pulled me aside and watched the girls enter their rooms before leaning over to talk to me. He understood who I was and what my situation was and knew that if I didn't leave now, I wouldn't make it home before questions would be asked. He didn't want me to leave and asked harshly for me to spend the night but I begged him to understand that today was an experiment for me and that I really enjoyed it. When I confirmed that I was willing to be back tomorrow and that I'd make arrangements to spend the night, he huffed but arranged for me to be driven back to my car so I could get home without raising any questions.

I could see something devious in his eyes as he watched me get dressed and just before I was ready to go, he stopped me from leaving the room and showed me a video on his phone. There on screen, in full colour, and as loud as his phone could go, I was being fucked by a labourer, and enjoying every minute of it. Tears sprang to my eyes.

"I've been running this business for over twelve years now. I have arrangements with the police. Be here tomorrow or this video goes to your father, your husband, and anyone you've ever met in your life. Have I made myself clear?" he asked harshly.

"Please delete this. My family would kill me if they ever saw it," I cried.

"I couldn't take the chance. I didn't know if you were an undercover police officer, or NGO worker trying to spy on my operations, I still don't, but I let you in and gave you a chance. You may come and go as you please as long as you earn me a certain amount per day, but fuck with me, and every CD shop in Delhi will be selling this by the end of the day. You'll be here tomorrow and you'll spend the night to prove you want to be here, after that we can work out a full time schedule. Is that clear? ``Do we have a deal?" he said.

"I will make arrangements for tomorrow night and we can work something out in the morning. I am not a police officer and only want to fill a need inside me that no one has been able to satisfy. I will be here tomorrow, you have my word," I replied meekly.

He let me leave the room and I quickly exited the building. Dara's assistant was there to take me back to my car and I eagerly got on behind him. When we got to my car he waited for me to get in after informing me he would follow me to my house to make sure I got home safely. I knew it was just to find out where I lived but I was in no position to play games or refuse anything. He had also informed me to be back at the bazaar for four in the afternoon tomorrow and he would pick me up to bring me to my new job. I looked him up and down quickly and wondered if he would be part of my new job, before getting into my car with a quick smile at him.

With a casual greeting to my mother-in-law I went to my room and showered. Nothing could remove the feelings of the hands and the cocks from the day but the smell disappeared at least. When my head hit the pillow I remembered each of my clients from the day, then remembered Dara's snake inside me spreading me wide. Somehow I drifted off into a deep sleep with a smile on my face.

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#Beauty and the Beast Part --2

Next day morning, a female doctor accompanied the maid, and Deepika had to go through a full body check-up that included a gynecological examination. After the examination, the maid dressed her in a pleated mini skirt and a strapless bustier top that pushed up her breasts. While checking her image on the mirror, Deepika noticed the top made her breasts look even bigger and the short pleated skirt and gladiator high heels with straps that came up all the way to her knees gave her the naughty girl look. When she saw the sleeping beast in the middle of the big room, Deepika had to look again at the thing she stole from the doctor's tool kit. The surgical blade was thin enough to hide between her fingers when she took it. She knew that it wasn't big enough to defend herself, but it was more than enough to deny her living body to the beast if things came to worst.

Deepika was feeling too nervous to read the book that she started the day before. While sitting on the bed, she kept looking at the wall that separated her from David. She went down the memory lane to remember how they first met and how she fell in love with him. She had no regrets when it came to David; he was everything she expected from a man and a husband.

Deepika literally jumped off the bed when a loud buzzer sound caught her off guard while she was lost in memories. She turned to see the beast next to David's door and it had a finger on the button. It was finally happening and it was real. Deepika prayed not to hear the heart-stopping metal clank of the opening door and tears started to fall from her blue eyes. Sending a shock through Deepika, the door opened with a clank sound and she took the blade out from the hiding place and kept a tight grip on it with the right hand. The speakers turned on and Deepika prayed for the victory of her husband while expecting the sound of a struggle.

"Please don't hurt me. You can have her. Just leave me alone."

For a moment, Deepika's mind struggled to comprehend the words she heard from David's voice. No sounds came from the speakers as the atmosphere around her grew heavy with suspense. Just as she convinced herself that she must have heard her husband's words wrong, a buzzer sounded and her door's lock opened with a metallic clank.

When realization cleared her mind to comprehend what had happened, Deepika's heart sank to the bottom as all hope left her body. Her trustworthy and loving husband had given her up to the beast without a fight. She would have understood if he had at least tried to stop the beast before giving up the effort. If that was the case, she would have taken her life with a peaceful mind knowing that her husband loved her. But now, with the feeling of betrayal surrounding her heart, Deepika couldn't comprehend the new feeling she felt about her husband. She lost the will and strength she needed in order to lift the blade and push it in to her neck. She had no reason to live or die anymore. As the beast appeared at the opened door, tears fell down her eyes continuously and the small blade fell down to the floor from the loosened fingers of her hand.

The beast lifted up Deepika's unresponsive body effortlessly and carried her out of the room in bridal style. As she was being carried to the round bed, it was the overwhelming smell of the beast that brought her mind back to the reality. She could only explain it as a strong wild smell that had an intoxicating smell of musk blended in; it was strong enough for her to feel like wanting to gag, but wasn't strong enough to actually induce it. Deepika looked up to find the strong looking wide big chest and the comically abnormal face. She couldn't even muster enough will and strength to voice out her protests and beat on the strong chest, like any normal girl would have in the same situation.

The beast looked straight in to her eyes as it lowered Deepika on to the bed. She noticed something deep inside the big brown eyes that felt odd to be coming from a beast. She felt her body land softly on the fabric of the bed and realized that unlike it had been to the other women, the beast was being very gentle while handling her. When she was lying on the dirty bed on her back, Deepika found that she couldn't muster enough strength from her broken heart to fight; she decided to treat all the humiliations and tortures she was about to experience as a mere nightmare and closed her eyes to escape the horrible reality.

As Deepika waited for the beast to jump on to her at any moment, the beast calmly climbed on to the bed and laid on its side beside the left side of the beautiful girl. It pushed its face in to her neck and inhaled deeply few times as if it was trying to breathe in as much of her scent as it can. Then, As if it was trying to comfort the distressed beauty, it gently ran its fingers through the soft tresses of hair in a caressing gesture. Confused by the gentle fingers, Deepika slightly opened her left eye to peak and see what was happening and found the beast looking at her with a strange look in its eyes. She quickly closed her eye again and continued her effort on trying to leave the physical body and place her mind in an imaginary happy place.

After sending its fingers along every edge of Deepika's face, it brought them downward along her slender neck and pulled down the bustier top to expose her full bosom. Feeling her breasts escaping their confinements, Deepika took in a deep sharp breath that caused her swells to thrust up even more profoundly. She let out a silent gasp when she felt a warm wet mouth close on her sensitive nipple and the surrounding area of her left breast. The beast was trying to suck the whole soft breast in while her nipple continuously got licked by a flexible tongue.

With a wet warm mouth sucking on her left breast, Deepika was failing to leave her body and she felt her nipples start to erect and harden on their own. It grabbed her narrow waist with its left hand and the right hand wormed underneath her body to grab on to the right shoulder; then it hugged her tightly to its body and the wet mouth left her left breast to clamp on to her right breast. Deepika squirmed when she felt the wetness closing over her right nipple and a hard shaft pressing against the side of her left thigh.

Deepika's sense of smell was getting used to the wild smell of the beast, but she felt that the intoxicating musk smell was intensifying every passing moment. She felt a little dizzy due to the overwhelming musk and the tender administration her sensitive breasts were receiving while a wave of heat flushed through her body that directly affected her now erect nipple and damp groin. Deepika felt sick to her stomach when she noticed that her body was starting to betray her and act on its own. She knew that her breasts always had been a weak point of her; but she knew that wasn't enough of a reason to get aroused during a ape-man fuck. When another deep breath full of musk went past her sensors, she realized that there was something strange about the musk and it was directly affecting her unwanted arousal.

Deepika felt a hairy leg hook on to her soft left leg and then being pulled away to open her lithe legs. The beast's left arm that was resting on her waist, moved to grab on to her left inner thigh. Sparks stated to run through her body when she felt the rough hand started to ascend toward her crotch along the silky inside of her thigh.

The beast was now licking her left shoulder and neck while Deepika's pleated skirt got pushed up to the waist as the beast's wandering hand found the damp lacy underwear that was serving as the last layer of protection for her womanhood. She yelped when the flimsy fabric cut in to her soft flesh for a moment before tearing in to pieces due to the force exerted by the big hand. She felt cold air reaching to her damp sex and automatically tried to clamp her legs together and found a big hand cupping her whole sex. As the hand started to massage the sensitive mound and Deepika started to squirm and moan a little as physical sensations started to affect her mental resistance. Its thick middle finger ran along her now wet slit as the finger rubbed her sensitive clitoris and slid between her now flowering inner folds. Deepika was breathing heavy and was clutching the bed cover with her hands when suddenly her eyes opened and a loud yelp escaped from her mouth. The beast's thick digit was buried half-way in her sex and moans got pulled out from Deepika as the finger emulated motions of fornication. She looked down only to be surprised to find that without her knowledge, her right leg had opened to offer more room for the thrusting hand while her pelvis gyrated to get more of the invading finger in to the sex. Her view got obstructed when a large head came down to clamp its mouth on her diamond hard right nipple. The combined sensation of a thick finger scratching her g-spot and a wet mouth sucking her breast was too overwhelming for Deepika to keep her betraying body under control; she rested her head back on the bed and closed her eyes to surrender to the overwhelming carnal pleasure.

Deepika was now panting, groaning and moaning while her right leg bent from the knee and straightened repeatedly as her body warmed up to release an orgasm. Suddenly, the finger withdrew from her pussy and the mouth pulled away from her breast. To Deepika's disbelief, a groan of disappointment escaped her lips due to the denial of her built up orgasm.

Deepika felt the beast moving away from her and after a moment of feeling movements around her on the mattress, she felt her ankles being grabbed together by a big hand and her legs being lifted and held up high. She opened her eyes only to see the red high heels and her long legs pointing to the sky while being held together, and a big body kneeling just behind her exposed dripping sex.

Deepika knew that it was the fateful moment and steeled her nerves expecting a brutal invasion in to her soft tissue. Deepika was watching down from between her breasts, but she couldn't see what was happening behind her closed thighs. She felt a meaty knob spreading her inner folds and nudging the portal to her innocence. The pressure on her sex increased and she felt the knob opening her up little by little. No matter how much pleasure her sex was experiencing, tears started to flow down Deepika's cheeks as she was about get rob of her dignity by a beast.

 

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Then suddenly a short jab opened her portal more than she had ever been opened and the large meaty knob got lodged in her sex. Deepika yelped a little when the intruder widened her opening and gained entry to her sheath.

After firmly planting the big crown in the beautiful girl's bloomed sex, the beast kept still and patiently as it held only the head of the curved shaft in her. Deepika was gritting her teeth expecting a brutal thrust that could potentially tear her sex, but it wasn't coming. Suddenly the knob pulsed in her and a hot stream of liquids shot in to her sensitive sheath. Deepika took a loud inhale of breath when she got caught off-guard by the surprising new sensation. The knob kept pulsing and shooting more and more steamy shots in to her pussy as uncontrollable moans escaped her lips. She had never felt anything like it before and she felt as if flames running all over her body as her passage got filled with hot precum.

Deepika saw a sheen of perspiration starting to appear all over her body as the beast kept pumping her with warm fluids, and she couldn't stop moaning as the hot precum set a fire ablaze in her pussy. She felt that she was abnormally sexually excited and was balancing on the edge of an orgasm that she knew was unlike anything she ever had experienced before. Just when Deepika thought she was going to lose her mind due to the suspense, the hand that was holding her ankles let go of them and her spread thighs fell on to the kneeling thighs of the beast.

Horror struck Deepika as she saw the thick abnormal appendage that was partially embedded in her glistening pussy. The thickness, wart like bumps, thick pulsing veins and the curve, all looked much more menacing than it looked before, as it was now about to enter her body. With a grin, the beast slowly leaned in to Deepika and the deformed shaft slowly crawled in to her precum filled sheath. Deepika squealed loud as the impossibly thick intruder stretched and forced its way in to her sheath while the rough bumps deliciously scratched her sensitive inner walls as they slid one by one in to her passage.

"Oh god...oh god...no nono no...please no," Deepika pleaded while her whole body squirmed as she was about to be forced to embrace an illicit orgasm.

Suddenly Deepika's long lithe legs that were still decorated with red gladiator high heels, wrapped around the thick waist of the beast and started to quiver and shake.

"Oooooooooooooooooh...uurrrrrrggggghhhhHHHH!"

Deepika's moans echoed in the big room as she rode the waves of the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. As wave after wave of pleasure swept her away in carnal pleasure, Deepika lost consciousness.

When Deepika regained her wits, her legs were still wrapped around the beast's moving waist and her hands were hugging the head of the beast tight to her breasts as it happily kept sucking one of her breasts. Her inner walls were still throbbing around the invader, and she could feel every vein, bump and pulse of it; she could clearly feel the difference of how the abnormal curve of the shaft was forcing her passage to mold around it in a very unusual, but pleasurable manner.

She looked back at the beast who had its thick lips around her breast and was teasing her nipple with his tongue. Hidden from the world, only Deepika and the beast knew about the wonders its tongue did to her erect nipple. She noticed that for some reason, the beast didn't look as ugly as she had seen before. She felt that the orgasm had changed something in her heart and she couldn't actually point it out. In her post-orgasm glory, Deepika felt something warm and tingly inside her chest when she thought about the throbbing hardness inside sex and the teasing tongue on her nipple.

Deepika felt conflicted that a beast was making her generate feelings like that towards it. Suddenly it looked up and looked straight in to Deepika's eyes and as she kept looking back at the deep brown eyes, she felt as if they were looking straight in to her soul. She felt that she also could see something deep in those big brown eyes as if she could venture in to its very soul. For her, those eyes looked very human and after seeing those eyes, her heart was refusing to acknowledge him as 'it' or 'beast'. Then she remembered that his name was Boris.

Boris suddenly reached up and nuzzled his head in Deepika's neck to take in her scent again with a deep breath. This caused the full length of his shaft to finally submerge in to her womanhood. When she felt the thick appendage venture in to the uncharted territories of her sheath and the ballooned scrotum touch her derriere, she let out a mewling whimper and hugged his big rugged body even tighter to her soft and welcoming body.

Deepika kept letting out sweet moans as she looked over Boris's shoulder how his hips heaved up and down between her full shapely thighs. Gradually his thrusts increased in tempo and intensity as he started letting out heavy gasps on to her neck. As their sweaty bodies and dripping sexes slapped together in a mating dance, Deepika changed her moans in to feminine squeals and laid her head back on the bed to prepare for the impending and unavoidable orgasm.

 

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Boris was now grabbing Deepika's shoulders from underneath while thrusting in to her sex with added urgency. Her high heels clacked together as her wrapped legs moved up and down fast on his buttocks with the wild rutting. Her lower jaw started to quiver and her vision started to blur as Deepika prepared to visit the orgasm heaven once again.

"Oh god! Harder...harder...aaaah...aaaaah...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...uuuuurrrghhhHHHH!"

Deepika's whole body was writhing under the humping body mass as she experienced her first multi-orgasm. Her inner walls were now sending waves upon waves along the thick shaft, milking it for the life giving seed. With a roar, Boris lightly clamped his discolored teeth on to Deepika's smooth shoulder as his shaft delivered the concentrated essence Deepika's sheath was so lovingly milking him for. The sudden mild pain on her shoulder added more intensity to her orgasm and her wailing filled up the air that surrounded mating couple.

Boris held Deepika's writhing body tight to him as he held his shaft rooted deep in her womanhood while releasing his seed in her. The thick white substance even started to leak out of the tight seal of their union and his bloated scrotum started to revert back to the shrunken state. After the contractions that carried the creamy seed deep in to Deepika's body seized, Boris started to pull out his curved sword from her well inseminated sex. Feeling the thick member slithering out of her hyper-sensitive sheath, Deepika entered in to another mind shattering orgasm.

Deepika and Boris were now panting next to each other while lying on their backs. The intense orgasm had rendered Deepika's body limp and her body was still getting hit by aftershocks of her mind shattering climax. A frothy white mixture was flowing on to the bed from her gaping sex to confirm the proper breeding she had received from Boris, while his limp shaft was covered with her excitement to confirm that she enjoyed and welcomed her breeding.

When Deepika came down from the excitement of her orgasm, and when she felt all the liquids bubbling out of her sex, guilt and fear started to reappear in her mind. The guilt of enjoying the feelings inflicted by Boris and the danger of conceiving his child started to ricochet around in her head. Then she felt big hands reaching underneath her and lifting her up gently. Boris was carrying her back to her room. Suddenly she wasn't feeling that guilty and she wasn't feeling much fear. After laying her down gently on her bed, he rearranged her tattered clothes as best he can and caressed the teeth mark he had inflicted on Deepika's shoulder with an apologetic look. The bite was light enough not topierce the soft skin, but it had left a temporary imprint on her milky skin.

A smile appeared on Deepika's lips when she saw the huge beast acting like a guilty child and feeling sorry about a bite, after raping her. When thought back, she realized that even though it started as a rape, it most definitely didn't end in a non-consensual manner. Then she realized that it was the same for every woman that had been with Boris. She felt like that she had found a missing piece of the puzzle.

"It's ok...I'm fine," Deepika said weakly.

Boris looked in to her eyes for a second and left the room. Deepika kept looking at him leaving while contradicting and confusing thoughts ravaged her brain. The door automatically closed behind him and Deepika fell in to a blissful sleep.

to be continued...

 

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#Kajal ashram story part 5

Guru-ji: Kumar, what are you waiting for? Time is precious. Auspicious time for Avika ends at midnight.

I felt Mr. Yadav was riding on my back. I was feeling so very embarrassed. Guru-ji helped him to stretch his body on my body. What an embarrassment for me I thought. If my husband saw this scene, he must have fainted. I clearly felt Mr. Yadav adjusting his penis to exactly fit in my ass crack. I felt his hands holding my shoulder and his whole body weight was on my body. It must have been a grand feeling for him to ride like this on a married woman.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! You can start Kumar. Kajal you concentrate on the mantras and offer that loudly to Linga Maharaj.

I could see Guru-ji from my lying position. He closed his eyes and Mr. Yadav started whispering the mantras in my ears. I really was unable to concentrate. Can any woman concentrate in this position with a man lying on her back? Mr. Yadav was no fool and began to take full advantage of my compromised state. He was now thrusting more pressure on my soft buttocks and pressing his lund more into my crack. Thank god! I was wearing a panty today, which was actually hindering his penis to probe deep in my ass crack.

Mr. Yadav's voice was trembling as he narrated the mantras as I could pretty well realize he was slowly thumping my gaand, as if he was fucking me. I tried to keep my voice as much steady as possible as I was chanting the Sanskrit words aloud. Guru-ji had his eyes closed and Sanjeev's back was towards us and so it was a free ride for this disabled man. I could feel his wooden casted leg over my sari on my legs, but apart from that he seemed quite able in this age too! His thumping speed was increasing and his hardness too.

Now I could clearly feel he was also tasting my ears and cheeks with his lips and tongue in between the pauses of uttering the mantras. I knew I should not allow this, but the way Guru-ji reacted previously, I did not have the courage to interrupt things interim. I was breathing heavily now and I could realize Mr. Yadav was panting almost. It was 'some' pleasure surely for him at this age. Just at that juncture, he did something, which made my heart miss a beat.

I was in a pranam posture, though lying on floor, with both my arms extended forward above my head. My blouse-covered boobs pressed against the floor and were open from the sides. The rascal did not miss to spot that, and seeing Guru-ji still had his eyes closed, he took off his hand off my shoulder and also kept the book from his hand on the floor. Then he kept both his hands to my sides to support his body. I was a bit relieved in fact, as previously the whole of his body pressure was on my back, but it was only momentarily. The next moment, he shifted his hands to my sides and gently touched boobs over my blouse.

I closed my eyes in shame, anger, and excitement, but I could not explode thinking of Guru-ji's presence. Simultaneously since I was constantly being enticed by this man, I also by that time got a good arousal. Hence I did not react to this outrageous act of Mr. Yadav and pretended I was engrossed in chanting the mantras. I could feel initially he was only gently touching and pressing my breasts and now seeing I was still chanting the mantras loudly what he whispered, he gained in confidence, which was natural also. Somewhere down my mind I wanted that probably, as I was feeling horny.

Mr. Yadav now increased the pressure with both hands on my breasts, which were already smashed to the floor due to his body weight on me. I realized he eased off his body pressure off my back a bit and the moment I also loosened my body, he grabbed my ripe mangoes with both hands and felt the firmness and roundness of them. I really at that moment was feeling that my husband was on top of me and squashing my boobs. In fact at home Rajesh often did that to me and I also enjoyed this sort of lovemaking. My husband used to insert both his hands completely below my body and then grip both my boobs and playfully searched the nipples and twisted them constantly till I was fully wet down my pussy.

Thankfully Mr. Yadav was not that courageous and showed some decency, probably myself being someone's wife. But he made sure that he got full pleasure cupping each of my boobs from the sides. Ow even my voice was thoroughly trembling and I did not know what I was chanting.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

Guru-ji as if was awake from his slumber and Mr. Yadav was quick enough to remove his hands off my boobs. His hot breaths were falling on my neck, shoulder and ears and making me feel more horny. I realized that Mr. Yadav was complete with his mantras.

Guru-ji: Kumar, you be in that position and tell what you want for Avika in one sentence nine times in the ears of Kajal.

Mr. Yadav: Guru-ji I just want her to pass this Class XII exam.

Guru-ji: Okay. Whisper that five times in her ears and Kajal you rely the same to Linga Maharaj. After each vocal pray, I will also pray for Avika and you wait till I finish and then narrate your next prayer. Clear?

Myself and Mr. Yadav both agreed to him.

Guru-ji: Everybody close your eyes and do the prayer.

I closed my eyes and before that noticed Guru-ji closed his.

Mr. Yadav: I just want my daughter to pass the Class XII exam Linga Maharaj.

He whispered in my ears ensuring that his lips touch my ears and neck and his pelvis exerting more pressure on my soft and rotund buttocks, which was suggestive of he wanted something more. I very well knew what that 'more' was -- he wanted to have my boobs. I was enough heated by that time and retracted my extended arms for pranam and exerting a bit of pressure with my elbows created a little gap below my armpit so that Mr. Yadav could easily put his hands there to grip my blouse covered treasures. I was loudly saying Mr. Yadav's desire for his daughter to Linga Maharaj and Guru-ji was adding mantras in Sanskrit.

I had my eyes closed, but could very well realize Mr. Yadav now headed for my succulent boobs and as he squeezed both with both his hands, he was breathing quite heavily and was gyrating his pelvis as if he was fucking me. I was getting thoroughly wet within my panty with each thump of his on my flaring ass. And I noticed Mr. Yadav was most active with his hands on my sweaty blouse when Guru-ji was narrating mantras and we both were silent. I also was responding to his touches and squeezes and moved my hips gently to feel his piston more on my sari-covered ass cheeks.

I was soon over with my five times narration of Mr. Yadav's message for Avika to Linga Maharaj and was honestly wondering what next!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj!

Mr. Yadav stopped fucking my ass and rested quietly just beside my body. I was feeling his prick very evidently on my ass and in fact wanted to remove my panty now as I was not getting full enjoyment as it was obstructing his tool onto my ass crack.

Guru-ji: Okay, now a little break and then the last part, which is meditation for Avika Beti.

Now I had to adjust my bra and blouse a little as Mr. Yadav had pressed and squeezed my boobs in such a manner that I was feeling awful tight within my clothes. At the same time, I now desperately wanted to get out of my panty to feel Mr. Yadav's hard lund completely on my ass. Moreover, I wanted to urinate also to feel comfortable. I instantly thought of a way out.

Me: Guru-ji, can I go to the toilet once?

Guru-ji smiled and nodded. The smile made me as if so exposed in front of these males. Everybody as if knew why I was going to the toilet. I lowered my eyes and went out of the room, but I realized I did not know where the toilet was.

Me: Sanjeev, which way is the toilet?

At that very moment, Mr. Yadav also expressed the same thought to Guru-ji about using the conveniences.

Guru-ji: Kumar, you can show Kajal the way to the toilet.

Guru-ji paused a little and then added.

Guru-ji: Oh! But you need someone to help you there. Kajal can you help him?

I was not prepared for this and almost stammered to reply.

Me: Err... Ya. No problem Guru-ji.

I went back inside the room again and helped Mr. Yadav to get up from floor and this he held me like he was clinging on to his wife. He was holding my blouse-covered back and of course his fingers inched very close towards my sweaty armpit. With the other hand he was latching on to his walking stick.

Mr. Yadav: This way Kajal.

He showed me the way indicating through his walking cane. We were now completely out of the puja-ghar and out of view of both Guru-ji and Sanjeev. Mr. Yadav looked back down the stairs to see probably if someone was coming or not. I also glanced back and saw the stairs and hallway was clear. Believe me, I was expecting some manly action from this old man now, like taking hold of my boobs or squeezing my ass flesh and a tight hug may be. What more could I expect from this disabled person! But to my utter frustration, after having walked a few steps down the puja-ghar, Mr. Yadav did not do anything and walked dragging his feet towards the toilet. And in no time, we reached the toilet.

What should I do? I was cursing this old man in my mind, as he was so active while he was lying on my back, but now he seemed a real disabled creature. My whole body was almost aching for a tight male hug.

Me: You stand here; I will finish in a moment.

I said in an irritant voice.

Mr. Yadav: But Kajal, I cannot stand alone. I will fall down.

Me: Then what to do?

I was speaking in a reluctant voice and still not aware of what he wanted actually.

Mr. Yadav: We have to go to the toilet together.

Me: What?

I looked angrily at him. What does this old man think? Yes, I have allowed him to touch my body for a while, but that was due to the compromised position of the yagya.

Me: What do you mean?

Mr. Yadav: Kajal, please don't shout. You can see my disabled state. You please hold me while I am in the bathroom.

Me: Okay, that's different. I thought...