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Anupama gasped.

'You're right Nanny. She is a little slut in her racy silk underwear.'

Anupama froze as both women looked at her. Shriya started to stroke her silk panties causing her to groan.

'Oh I think she likes what you're doing to her Shriya. Is she nice and wet yet?'

Shriya pushed the gusset of Anupama's knickers to one side and slid her middle finger deep into her sodden pussy.

'Oh God!' cried Anupama.

'Yes dear. She's positively gushing.'

'Well,' said Nanny. 'Maybe we should take her upstairs and have our way with her.'

Nanny stood and took Anupama by the hand and led her meekly up the stairs with Miss Shriya following.

Once in the bedroom Miss Shriya moved towards Anupama.

Anupama looked at the Shriya and saw how attractive she really was. She had laughter lines around her eyes and mouth but Anupama thought that they added to her beauty.

She took hold of the Anupama and pulled her in for a kiss.

'Oh God!' gasped Anupama as the Shriya's soft lips brushed hers.

'Kiss me!' Miss Shriya ordered.

Anupama had no hesitation and leaned up to seek out her mouth.

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The kiss was long and passionate.

Suddenly she could feel the zip of her cream summer dress being lowered. Then her arms were taken away from Miss Shriya neck as the strappy dress was pulled down her body. She was not wearing a bra so her pert breasts and rock hard nipples were bare.

Miss Shriya broke the kiss and gazed at the young woman's tits, before she reached out to stroke them with the palm of her hand, then pinched the nipples with her fingers making Anupama moan.

Anupama could feel her white silk panties being dragged over her thighs by Nanny. She stepped out of them as requested.

Miss Shriya bent her head and started to suck on Anupama's nipples as Anushka reached between Anupama's legs and played with her clitoris.

Anupama moaned into the Shriya's ear as her breasts were being assaulted and her pussy teased.

Oh God, don't stop. Please don't stop!'

Anushka buried two fingers into Anupama's pussy as Miss Shriya sank her teeth into her nipple.

'Oh fuck. Yeeeessss!' cried Anupama as she came.

She would have collapsed to the floor if Miss Shriya hadn't have had hold of her so shriya gently walked her over to the bed and laid her down.

Anupama watched as both Anushka and Miss Shriya undressed.

Anushka wore a black silk suspender belt with black silk stockings and high heels. Miss Shriya was in a pair of dark grey hold up stockings and black heels.

As the two older ladies walked to either side of the bed she noticed that Miss Shriya's pussy was shaved , unlike Anushka's full bush.

They laid down either side of her and stroked her nubile young body causing Anupama to squirm.

'Don't you think you should thank Nanny for giving you such a pleasurable orgasm.' asked Miss Shriya.

She turned to Anushka just as the older woman pulled her to her and kissed Anupama passionately. Anushka's tongue snaked into her mouth as she ran her hands over the young woman.

Suddenly she pulled Anupama on top of her as they continued to kiss.

'Thank me properly.' ordered Anushka as she pushed Anupama down her body. Anushka sat up, leaned her back on the headboard and opened her legs.

Anupama lay face down on the bed with her face between Anushka's thighs and started to lick and suck the her pussy.

She felt Miss Shriya get off the side of the bed then climb on the bottom before lifting Anupama up by the hips so she was kneeling while orally pleasuring Anushka.

Anupama gasped as she felt Miss Shriya's mouth between her legs. She licked her pussy before moving back to her little rosebud.

Anupama squirmed and tried to concentrate on pleasing Anushka as she was being rimmed. Miss Shriya had two fingers in her pussy and was trying to force her tongue into Anupama's arse.

By now Anushka had her hands on Anupama's head and was practically fucking her face.

Anupama hoped Anushka would cum as her face was starting to ache. Fortunately for her Anushka grunted and Anupama received a face full of her juices.

Miss Shriya was now sucking on Anupama's clit and stroking her rosebud with her middle finger.

'Oh God. So close. So close,' chanted Anupama.

Miss Shriya smiled to herself as she took her middle finger and buried it into Anupama's arse, all the way in.

Anupama let out a shriek and came hard.

Anushka took Anupama in her arms and held her to her large breasts as she stroked her hair. Miss Shriya disappeared off to the bathroom.

Anushka turned Anupama around so her back was to Anushka. She wrapped her thighs around her and pulled Anupama's legs open.

With her left hand she caressed Anupama's breast and with the right one she toyed with her clit as she gently nibbled the younger woman's neck.

'Do you like our little games Anupama?'

Anupama could only groan as she surrendered her body to Anushka.

Just then Miss Shriya came out of the bathroom with a black ten inch rubber cock strapped to her waist.

'Oh my God, no!' exclaimed Anupama when she saw Miss Shriya lubing up the fake cock and she tried to get away.

Anushka had a tight hold of her with both arms around her waist and her sturdy thighs wrapped around Anupama's legs, still forcing them apart.

'I heard you like to be fucked by a big cock and seeing how Jai isn't here to oblige I thought I would bring my favourite toy.'

'Please no Miss Shriya. It's too big.'

Miss Shriya crawled up onto the bed between Anupama's thighs and rubbed the fake cock between the folds of her pussy.

'I love to fuck with this.'

She then pushed the head of the cock into Anupama causing her to gasp then groan as four inches of black rubber was thrust into her.

Deeper and deeper the black cock slowly went until it was all inside her.

Anupama lay panting until Miss Shriya started to slowly fuck her.

Anupama was now moaning as Miss Shriya build up speed.

Anushka took hold of Anupama's chin and turned her face towards her own then leaned down and kissed the young woman passionately.

Anupama sucked on tongue as Anushka's friend fucked her pussy.

'Oh fuck. Yes!' cried Anupama as her first orgasm hit.

Anushka crawled out from the back of Anupama, grabbed her clothes and left the room.

Anupama was now flat on her back with her arms around Miss Shriya's neck and her legs wrapped around her back.

'Oh fuck me Miss Shriya. Fuck me with your big black cock!'

'I'm going to make you mine, young girl. You will come to my house soon and I will own you. I will hurt you, spank you, whip and flog that pretty little arse of yours then fuck you!'

'Oh God, yes. Yes. Do all of that to me!' cried Anupama in a delirious fit of lust.

'Oh I will. You will be my little pussy slave!'

Anupama's orgasm hit again and it hit hard.

'Oh God. Yeeeessss!' she screamed as she squirted her juices once more.

Miss Shriya eased the cock out of Anupama then unbuckled it and threw it to the floor.

Anupama looked up to see Miss Shriya crawling up her spent body before placing her stocking clad knees either side of the young woman's head.

'Let's see how good you are then little girl!'

Anupama watched as the bald, wet pussy descended onto her face.

Soon it was Miss Shriya's turn to moan and groan finally screaming out her orgasm as Anupama ate her pussy.

Anupama was now totally spent and had her eyes closed as Miss Shriya got dressed.

She leaned over Anupama and kissed her gently on her cheek.

'See you soon baby girl!' She then went downstairs, said her goodbyes to Anushka and left.

Anushka heard her shower going and waited for Anupama to get cleaned up, dressed then come back to the living room.

She poured them a glass of wine and when Anupama returned they sat and drank in silence.

Anupama was the first to talk.

'Why Nanny?'

Anushka took a while to answer.

'I wanted a pet. I've always had pets but since Charles and his siblings left the Hall I haven't had any.'

'You mean you...'

Anushka laughed.

'Ha ha. Of course. Who did you think taught Charles about kinky sex? It's a shame his children have their own Nanny as I'd like to see if he still remembers my teachings.' Anushka said resignedly.

'So Nanny. What happens next?'

'Next?' asked Anushka.

Anupama waited for an answer.

'Well I suppose that depends on you and your husband. I think we need to include him a lot more, don't you?'

'What do you mean?' inquired Anupama.

'I think it would be fun to make him watch you being fucked by my husband!'

Anupama gasped at hearing that but her pussy spasmed once again.

It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon when Anupama's phone rang as she walked out of school at the end of the work day.

'Hello?' Anupama answered.

'Hello dear,' purred Miss Shriya.

'Oh, Hi!' replied Anupama with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

'Don't sound so worried dear. I would like you to visit me tomorrow morning. Will eleven o'clock be okay for you?'

'Er...well yes. Yes I'm sure I can make it.'

'Oh good. I'll text you my address and I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.'

Anupama pressed the red button on her phone and groaned inwardly.

'What have I let myself in for I wonder?'

The next morning Anupama told Varun she was going shopping ford for the day and could they go out for dinner that night.

Varun told her to have a nice day and he readily agreed to go to the pub that evening. He was deep in thought trying to solve a problem with an App he was developing.

Anupama left home at ten thirty for the twenty minutes drive over to Miss Shriya's home dressed in a white cotton dress and white heels. She was glad to get away before Anushka started work.

Twenty minutes later she turned into the drive which led up to a large detached house in its own grounds.

'Wow.' thought Anupama. 'This place is huge.'

As she continued along the drive she saw a young boy sitting on a mower cutting the grass. He was only wearing a pair of tight shorts and trainers. He had jet black hair with the most beautiful face she had seen on a boy.

She parked the car, walked to the front door and rang the bell.

The large oak door opened and Anupama was surprised to see a gorgeous young girl in a black dress standing there.

'Anupama? Please come in, Miss Shriya is expecting you.'

The young girl took Anupama along to a large sitting room where Miss Shriya was reading her daily newspaper.

She stood as Anupama was led into the room. Anupama could see she was wearing a tight black latex knee length skirt and a shiny black latex bodice.. She seemed to be wearing black silk stockings and shiny black high heeled ankle boots.

'Ah Anupama, nice of you to come,' she said as she came over to hug the young girl. 'I see you have met Anaswara.'

Anupama turned and smiled a hello at the beautiful young girl.

'Anaswara could you please bring two glasses of chilled white wine from the refrigerator please?'

'Anupama please take a seat!' she said as she pointed to the leather sofa.

Miss Shriya sat back in her leather chair.

'You also probably saw Anaswara's brother Arun outside when you arrived.'

Anupama nodded.

'I sort of inherited them when their mother died. Their father was a lot older than the mother and he died of a heart attack when the children were young. Their mother came to work for me as a cook and housekeeper living in with the twins. Three years ago the mother went to visit relatives and she was killed in a light aircraft accident making them orphans. I adopted them and they have been very good for me. Especially Anaswara.' she added with a grin.

Anaswara returned with the drinks and Anupama was surprised when she sat beside her on the sofa without being told to by Miss Shriya.

'So, Anupama, tell me why did you come here today?'

'Er...you invited me, Miss Shriya.'

'Yes. Yes, but why did you come?'

Anupama sipped her wine and blushed not knowing what to say.

'Was it because I told you I would hurt you? Punish you and whip you before I fucked you?' she asked menacingly.

Anupama stood to leave.

'I..I think I need to go...'

Anaswara grabbed her arm and pulled her back down on the sofa.

'Nonsense girl. You came because of what I told you I'd do to you when I was fucking you at Nanny's house!'

Anupama gulped and looked at Anaswara whose expression hadn't changed.

'Anaswara, check to see if Anupama is wet.'

Anaswara quickly slid her hand up Anupama's dress causing her to gasp as she felt the girl's fingers go under her thong and into her soaking wet pussy.

'Yes Mistress Shriya. She is very wet.'

'Right then let's get her down to the cellar and not waste her trip here.'

Anupama was pulled to her feet and dragged down the hall and into the kitchen where there was a large door leading down to the cellar.

'Please Miss Shriya. I..I don't want this. Please.'

'Now, now young lady you know that isn't true.'

Anupama was taken down the stone stairs into a dimly lit cavernous room.

 

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One day she was on the northwestern border of her kingdom looking up at a segment of the Aravalli Mountains beyond which lay the kingdom of Ajmer. Suddenly out of the jungle in the distance exploded a running man. He had barely traveled forty fast paces when behind him came two horsemen. The running man who appeared rather large even at this distance suddenly swerved, then stopped and picked up a huge rock. Holding it with both hands he whirled his body round and round and then let go of the rock. The spinning rock hit the first chasing horseman squarely in the chest and lifted him off his own horse and into the path of the closely following horse and rider, knocking the horse over and unseating the rider who fell on his neck. All this happened at lightning speed. In an instant the man was running at full throttle again; behind him from the jungle burst forth four more horsemen.

The queen had enough of this. She sent out ten horsemen from her entourage with orders to stop the charging horsemen and bring the running man to her unharmed. At the sight of the queen's men bearing down on them while yelling for them to stop the four horsemen turned and fled. The running man stopped and calmly awaited the queen's men. He was brought to the queen. Of the men he had knocked off with the rock, one was badly injured, the other had just had the wind knocked out of him and was dazed but unharmed. She had them both taken into custody.

The man who was being chased was huge. Not just ordinary huge but outrageously huge. A giant; an outrageously huge giant. It was obvious now why he could twirl that heavy rock as if it were a pebble and knock the horsemen off their horses. His skin was black as coal and glistening with sweat from his recent exertion, a forest of unkempt hair covered his face and unruly locks fell off his head matted together and brown with dirt to his shoulders. "Why were you running and why were those men chasing you?" He looked at her with an expressionless face and clear black eyes, the black centers accentuated by the pure whites of his eyes. Queen Deepika had never encountered such an honest gaze. For a moment as she looked into those eyes she felt like she had known him forever, like she could see his soul. "Are you Queen Deepika?" a deep rumbling resonating voice; the diction and accent without a caste inflection.

Instead of making the insolent fool answer her question the queen found herself answering, "Yes." He bowed his head, folded his hands together and fell to his knees, "I have been looking for you. I place myself at your mercy. Do with me as you please. I know you are a fair person and will deal with me justly," he paused for a moment and looked directly at her with those clear black eyes, "I killed a man accidentally. But his father did not think so and has been trying to have me killed ever since." One of her lieutenants asked him nervously, "What do you want from the queen?" for even on his knees this fellow came up to his chin. "I want her protection. I am tired of running." Still on his knees, still with bowed head and folded hands. It was bordering on the ridiculous. Here was this huge giant asking for protection. Except of course they had seen his relentless pursuers and there was this clear honesty in his demeanor.

The queen turned to one of her lieutenants and said, "Take this man to the palace and place him in the dungeon under the Royal Guards' supervision. Treat him well. I will listen to his story and act accordingly when I return." She still had a few towns and villages to visit.

When she got back to her palace she had the giant brought to her. Except for his size, it would have been impossible to recognize him. He had bathed and then the barber had shaved the jungle of a beard off his face and shorn his head of its scraggly curly locks. New clothes even though they were too small for him, made him look like a human being again. A quite good looking human the queen noted. "What is your name?" she had to start somewhere. "Goray Lal," he said in that deep reverberating voice, like a lion's growl resounding in a bottomless well, and then added, "I am an outcaste." She could have guessed that from his black skin but his diction and language were that of a high caste person. Puzzled she said, "But you speak like one of high birth." "I was trained well my queen. But I am by birth a cleaner of shit."

Okay, thought the queen lets quickly move on, "You say you killed a man by accident. Explain." "He was beating my mother and I asked him to stop. When he did not I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. He fell on a sharp object. It penetrated his skull and he died instantly. His father was a very wealthy man and the man I had killed, an only child. He has never forgiven me." He looked directly into her eyes as he spoke. She was moved to believe him, such was the power of his honesty. Besides which she had checked on his story. She had had the four horsemen followed, cornered and questioned. They turned out to be mercenaries **censored** to kill this guy. They did not know why he had to be killed and they did not care. Their only concern was how they were going to claim their money.

The two men she had taken into custody also came up with the same story. The badly injured one was actually doing better and it looked like he would survive. "You ask for my protection. But of what use can you be to me in return?" "I am a fully trained warrior. Make me a part of your Royal Guard. In exchange for your protection I will give you my undivided loyalty." Who could doubt his sincerity? She thought as her eyes traveled over his person. A truly magnificent body, aha, she thought with a gleam in her eye, we shall see.

She made him a part of her Royal Guard, and observed him over the next few months. He proved to be a disciplined soldier who followed orders, lived by army rules, and melded into becoming just another member of the Royal Guard. His place in the Guard was secured when the annual competition between various factions of the army took place. It consisted of running, jumping, archery, wrestling, and the ancient team game of kabaddi. Thanks largely to him; the Royal Guard topped every other division of the Army in the competition.

She was fascinated by him, she had to admit. His physical attributes were crowned by his honesty and intelligence. Then there was this sheer animal magnetism about him. Rapidly her lust to fuck him grew and clouded her thinking. Matters were made worse by the fact that she had no one to fuck her at present. Her last lover had been dispatched some time ago.

She redoubled her Yogic exercises till her mind cleared up. Then she thought her way through - Yes; he was an outcaste by birth, a cleaner of shit as he put it, but what difference would that make to her cunt? Did his caste status matter at all? Not to her, but maybe to her subjects. However, nobody need know. She had kept all her other affairs secret, no reason why she couldn't this one. And even if rumors arose she had an ear to the ground and would be able to counter them in a timely fashion. All said and done at the end of the day she was a queen, a potentate, a ruler of some substance with the full backing of an adoring populace. What did she have to worry about? All right then, she concluded, let's see how this plays out.

But on the other hand, maybe this Goray Lal guy was frigid. Did he not look at her with doe like eyes like she was a goddess or something? Maybe that was what he was: a religious freak with no lusty human feelings. Recently, she had hit upon a guy only to discover he preferred men. Boy, was that embarrassing or what. Maybe this giant was a homo or a eunuch. All right, all right, she calmed her fevered imagination, let us give him a shot and see what happens.

A few days later, she met with members of the Royal Guard, in her private chambers, adjacent to the throne room. She had invited the king of Karauli to visit and wanted to make certain that security was in order. Her reason for inviting the king of this kingdom south of Alwar was devious. She wanted to annex Karauli but without bloodshed. She hoped to stun him with the military might of her kingdom and at the same time impress him with the prosperity of her people. She would offer him an annual purse and security to let him pursue his present lifestyle without the burden of ruling. Across the river Chambal, bordering Karauli on the south, lay Gwalior. That was the real prize.

Without telling them her real intentions, she made certain that the officers of the Royal Guard understood that this upcoming visit was very important. Nothing could go wrong, else heads would roll. Details of a conducted tour for the king were worked out. The guard would be his escort. It took some time for all the particulars to be nailed down, but finally it was done. She felt mentally drained. She ordered cool lime water to be brought and all except Goray Lal out of the room. "Tell me what do you think about my arrangements?" "Your highness they are excellent." "But you are not satisfied." "No, I am satisfied with your planning. Just puzzled; why go to so much trouble for a minor visit from a minor king?" She sighed and then pondered and then trusted her instincts. She told him of her plans to annex Karauli.

His face lit up as the full meaning of what he had heard hit him, "Brilliant. That is why you have most of the army camped on the border with Karauli going through battle exercises!" Then he thought for a moment and added, "But Karauli is so little of what use is annexing it to your majesty?" She looked at him with expressionless eyes. She trusted nobody and had already told this giant more than she should have. And in any case she had detained him not to discuss her future plans but to feel him out regarding a possible sexual liaison. "Well I see that you have settled in very well with the Guards." But he was still thinking things through, "Gwalior! That is your goal!"

She stiffened and gave him the full benefit of that icy stare that had made grown men pee in their pants. "I am sorry my queen, perhaps I misspoke," said Goray Lal, quavering -- he was not immune to the icy treatment. But then the excitement of his discovery took over, "What a brilliant strategy! Annex the kingdoms around Gwalior and gradually squeeze it into submission. Without a great deal of bloodshed you would have more than doubled your kingdom!" Those clear honest black eyes shone with admiration and adulation. She relented, "So now you know. What do you plan on doing with this information?" He fell to his knees as soon as he understood the full import of her question, "My queen, I have no ambition but to serve you. I have no loyalty but to you. You are my sovereign. I live or die by your will." She believed him. Now, she thought, let us see if this guy wants to fuck. "Are you married?" He rose up slowly, puzzled, "umh, no." "Well then what do you do, then, when you need to do -- you know what I mean?" He was not at all sure what he was being asked, but he was not going to chance offending this paragon of virtue, "Yes my queen, yes, I know what you mean." "Do you like women?" She had to be sure that this guy was not a homo. "Yes your majesty I do." "Well that is what I meant, what do you do when you want a woman?" "My queen," he said, exhaling with relief, "for an outcaste that is not a problem. The usual societal constraints do not apply to outcaste women."

So he was not a homo. But he had plenty of women. How could she get him interested in her? She was horny. She had not had sex for quite a while. She was not a natural born seductress. Put all three together and what you get is directness. "What do you think of me?" asked the queen, moving her hands down in front of her from her head to her feet, curving her long and lithe body into a seductive pose. Without thinking he stated what was ever present in his mind, "I think you are a great and just queen, a goddess, a ....," his voice trailed off, his throat suddenly felt dry and constricted. Her body language, the look in her eyes, told him that was not the response she was looking for. Oh my god! Was it possible?

He stood silent as the message of her archly raised eyebrows, inviting look and sensual swaying of her long and lithe body reached his consciousness. His cock reacted quickly.

An involuntary gasp escaped her as her eyes reached his groin. The draw string trousers he wore could not disguise his rising member. He wore no protective underwear. There was no mistaking it; his penis was tenting his trousers halfway to his knees. My god she thought what did it look like and what was it like, fully erect?

His eyes followed her gaze.

As if he could read her mind he dropped his draw string trousers and stepped out of them. He took off his top and stood naked in front of her. A mass of hair covered his black torso and legs, punctuated by a jungle over his pubic area from which his expanding cock protruded like a battering ram. He held it in his hand and began stroking it. It swelled up some more and a drop of thick fluid appeared at the tiny opening on the huge dark purple head.

Black, heavy, thick and very long, like a snake it jutted out from his loins, seeking its prey. However unlike a snake it was not curvy and sinuous but ramrod straight and iron hard. His lips curled in sneering lust as he crudely made thrusting motions with his pelvis.

 

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Krishan202 said:

Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

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Student &Student mother

Option A

Manju Warrier & Saniya Iyappan

Option B

Kavya Madhavan & Shivani Narayanan

Option C

Nithya Menen & Gabriella Charlton

 

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Krishan202 said:

Hi All,

Planning a new story with multiple actresses. Help with choosing the actress for below characters.

Man of the House

MILF 1 & 2 are sisters.

Milf1: Age 35+

Milf1 Elder Daughter(Lesbian)(20):

Milf1 Younger Daughter(18):

Lesbian Friend(20):

Milf2 (Professor):

Milf2 Elder Daughter(19):

Milf2 Younger Daughter(18):

Student(20):

Student mother:

Click to expand...

MILF Sisters Combination:

Option 1 Anushka Shetty & Nayanthara

Option 2 Shriya Saran & Trisha

Option 3 Sneha & Kajal

 

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Priyanka Mohan woke up from her slumber in the middle of the night. Her bus had halted due to some engine failure issues. She opened her eyes and saw the clamor inside the bus. All the travellers were anxious and worried as the bus had come to a spot on a lonely, secluded spot in the middle of a forest. Priyanka, 21 years old was travelling all by herself to Nagaland from her hometown. She was going back to her university and even while driving back she was constantly worried about the exams which were just round the corner. She hadn't studied but her subject- Agriculture, she loved and hence she was quite confident that she'll manage scoring decent marks.

Priyanka was belonging to a lower-middle class family. Studies were very important, so much that of she didn't score well enough she might be married off to some worthless fool for a husband. Her parents, although liberal had some strict restrictions on her lifestyle. She wasn't allowed to date a boy and was to only focus on her studies.

Priyanka felt uneasy sitting on her seat. She had to go pee urgently. 'Where the hell must I go now. Bloody forest everywhere', she thought to herself. This uneasiness fueled by the constant shouting and cursing of her fellow passengers forced her to get off the bus and into the forest. She ventured a few metres inside until she found a well hidden isolated spot to pee. She sat down and looked around her, it was beginning to get dark. The sun had already set, and the blue in the sky was the only thing that partitioned the twillight. She looked up and saw the crescent moon, which had now become the main source of light. 'Light', she thought, 'where's my phone. Are yaar, I must have left it on the bus. Anyway I'll get it soon. I need to text back the details of this drama to mum.' She said to herself.

After cleaning up with a tissue paper she headed back towards her bus. The creeping darkness was making it difficult to tread through the thick bushes and horny branches. She pricked her feet as she hurried back towards the road.

The bus was gone, without a trace. She looked around but saw nothing. It was clear for miles. 'Oh my god! Where the hell did it go. I didn't even hear it leave! Fuck, fuck, fuck', she started checking her pockets but she was their in only a thin Salwaar-Kurta and her purse and all her belongings were on the bus. She gulped, she knew that she was stranded. Her mind racing faster than her heartbeat. Her family, the exams, her career and her life were flashing in front of her eyes like a black and white projector film. Surely this was the last straw for her parents too. They'd had enough of her now. But first she had to be found.

Alone she walked in the dark night. Feeling cold, she wrapped her hands around her chest. She walked. A few minutes passed, she looked at her watch, still no sign of the bus or any other human being. There was still a small beacon of hope in her mind that the bus which she forgot to board might come from behind any second. But it did not happen. She continued walking, looking around frantically for signs of human life. She had nothing on her that could help her. The road led straight for miles surrounded by thick jungle on both sides. She soon knew she was stranded. But she didn't stop walking, surely there will come someone through this route. But when an hour passed, she started to question this hopeful reverie of hers.

Almost three hours had passed, no sign of any human. She started to have queer thoughts of being abducted by regional 'dakus' or bandits who were known to frequent these routes. 'What if I'm kidnapped and held for ransom or worse, assaulted?' Thoughts such as these had crept into her conscience as she continued walking alongside the straight path. She heard a crow cawing in a distance accompanied by the houls of a monkey tribe. She truly was stuck right in the middle of a jungle.

Bribed by these dangerous thoughts, her mind started to wander off towards home and the reaction of her parents when they shall find out what had happened to their daughter. She brought her hand in front of her face so that she could see the time with the help of moonlight. Suddenly she saw in her watch, a possible reflection of a light beam. She turned around and saw a truck coming straight towards her. She was ecstatic 'finally rescued', she thought. She placed her hand above her eyes to look closely and indeed it was a vehicle coming towards her, a truck possibly.

As it neared her, she raised her hand. The truck stopped beside her. An almost fifty year old man, wearing nothing but a vest and boxers peeked down at her.

"Why are you here all alone?" He asked.

"Oh I got off my bus for a minute and they left without me. Could you please drive me to the nearest railway station? I really need a lift right now."

"That's okay but for how long have you been walking in this cold? And where's your luggage", he quizzed her further.

"I've been walking alongside this road for over three hours. My luggage is still on the bus. I need to get back to my university. Could you give me a ride, please." She begged. Priyanka looked at the interior of the truck. It was all colorful. The driver seemed to be travelling alone as their was no passenger beside him.

"Of course bitiya. Come in." He said. "I myself am driving towards Kohima, I've got furniture to deliver. I can give you a ride, but it will take us four days to reach there."

"I know. But could you please drop me to the nearest bus station, I'll catch a bus myself." Priyanka stated with some nervousness. It was really cold outside, she just wanted to get inside the vehicle as soon as possible.

"Beti, you've been walking for three hours, all the buses have left by now. Also, you don't seem to have a purse, how will you get the money to buy a ticket. You don't even have a phone."

He was right. She had no money with her and her phone was on the bus. She couldn't do anything but travel with him. Four days was a long time to be with a stranger but given the circumstances she had no other option, she had to get on the truck.

She accepted his offer and got on the truck, not by herself, obviously. The driver held her hand and made her climb to the seat beside his. "Thank you!" She said. Priyanka noted that he was quite old, possibly fifty or even older. 'Definitely old enough to be my father', she thought. He had a white vest and blue checked boxers on him. He was of a dark complexion, contrary to her wheatish tone. He had a clumsy beard but a well kept moustache. The most defining feature of his face was his big nose and sunken eyes, which made him look like a criminal but he had a very sweet voice which contradicted his appearance.

"So how did you get stranded in the middle of this forest", he asked. She narrated the entire incident to him and received a sympathetic gesture. "Nobody cares for anyone these days." He replied to which she agreed. Nobody truly cared for anyone these days. She stared in front of the road and got comfortable in her seat. The moon was the only thing lighting up the surroundings. She realized that she was really stuck in a bad place there. There was nothing but jungle for miles on both sides of the road, inhabited by all types of creatures, from leopards and tigers to Cobras and deadly scorpions. This man had truly saved her life, she thought.

Noticing that she was feeling cold, he offered her a blanket which she readily accepted. They chatted for a while and Priyanka got to know a little bit about the driver. His name was Bishwa. He had a family back home comprising of two boys and three girls. Sadly his wife had passed away giving birth to the youngest daughter. After that she slept.

Priyanka woke up when there were still a few minutes left for sunrise. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her. Bishwa was gone, the truck was parked on the side of the road. The scenery had changed; the jungles had been replaced by never-ending farms. She put on her slippers and got down from the truck. She needed to pee, immediately. So she ventured inside a sugarcane farm to relieve herself.

After she was done with her business she tried to get back to the truck but forgot the directions. She was lost; again! She darted through the sugarcane plantation and came upon a clearing. There, she saw the driver taking a bath near the canal a few metres away from her. He hadn't noticed her. Priyanka saw his entire nude body. He was a little fat, his stomach bulging out but what was most impressive was the tool hanging between his legs. It wasn't even at full mast and yet it was thicker than her wrists. She gulped in astonishment. Although she had seen a penis before in her life (she wasn't a virgin), but she never knew that it could grow this big. It was dangling like a massive rod. She felt wet down south. She looked down and noticed her entire vaginal area was leaking like a running tap. She gripped it with her hands, shocked to her core and she turned around and left as soon as possible. She had gotten so wet by just watching a man bathe, what would happen if they fucked.

She somehow managed to make her way back to the truck. Her pyjama was absolutely soaked near her vagina and just the thought of seeing his penis again made her quiver with ecstasy. She saw him coming towards the truck and immediately covered her pyjama with her blanket. He was wearing a towel and nothing above that. His hair was all wet.

"Oh, you woke up. Sorry, I had just gone to take a bath. If you need to get done with your stuff then do it. We shall leave in half-an-hour." He said wearing his vest from the previous day.

"No", Priyanka said smilingly, "I'm done."

He wore back his boxers and got on the truck and switched on the engine. Priyanka, meanwhile, kept thinking that what would he think if he knew the condition he had got her into. She was tightly gripping the blanket making sure all vantage points were covered. Her mind kept on going back to what she had seen. She had never in her life seen such a massive penis on a man. 'It is bigger than most of the dildos my friend use', she thought to herself. Why didn't her boyfriend have anything even remotely to his size. Her pussy was still leaking, after almost twenty minutes of the incident. She had never felt this way towards any man. For the first time, she was having an uncontrollable lust towards a man twice her age. A man who could easily be her father. Now all she wanted was to lie beneath him. 'The journey is long. I still have a few more days to get a taste of that monster.' She planned in her mind. She wanted it badly.

Bishwa thought to himself that why did this girl stare at his naked body while he was bathing. He knew that she was exactly his daughter's age, slightly younger. She was a petite brunette. He couldn't notice a lot while she was dozing off beside him. Her thin framework was in strike contrast to her boob size. 'Women her age don't have such hanging boobs', he thought to himself. They would shake continuously as he drove over rough patches on the road. Boobs this size are usually found on first time mothers.

This woman reminded her of his wife and their wedding night. His wife, Swati, was barely twenty-one years old, shy but had quite an appetite for sex. They would continuously mate during the first few months of their marriage. It was during this time they learnt a lot about each other's bodies. But it all reduced after she gave birth to his third child during which she died. He too got busy with his work after a few gloomy weeks. Since then, Bishwa had never laid eyes on any woman. But Priyanka was different.

She slept quietly beside him. Her hanging breasts shaking furiously. Her face was very attractive, with a thick pair of red lips and a beautiful, sensitive white skin. She represented a typical upper-caste woman but with an attractive flare.

They stopped for lunch in a local dhaba. "You don't come out, I'll get you your food here." Said Bishwa.

"Why?" Inquired Priyanka.

"I don't know this place. It might not be safe for a girl like you to roam around. This is a backward area. You stay here I'll get you your food."

After they ate, they began once again their journey. It was raining heavily. It was October too and it was getting quite chilly. Priyanka gripped her blanket tighter, she was feeling really cold. She continously chatted with Bishwa and found out a lot about him. She was just trying to exploit a loophole. She wanted to feel,for once, but a real man's penis felt like. She was in her twenties and constantly horny so it didn't matter to her whom she was having sex with, as long as she was satisfied.

The moment came that very night. It was raining heavily. After having dinner Bishwa parked the truck on the side as it had become very difficult to drive. Soon enough hail began to fall. Both, Priyanka and Bishwa watched the constant rain and hail fall as dusk gave way to a blue sky. The moon became visible soon enough. Priyanka was desperate.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Asked Bishwa. Now he wanted to know more about his companion. He admired her curvy body. Priyanka's figure reminded him of his own wife. Slim waist, petite body frame but with water-drop shaped hanging boobs. The only difference was Priyanka's skin tone. She was fair. Her silky smooth hair were now open and Bishwa noticed that they reached down to her knees. 'She is a goddess, this lass.' He thought to himself.

"No, I don't." She lied. She did have a boyfriend and she was not a virgin. She wanted him so she tried her best to look vulnerable and open.

"Then presumably you've never had sex either. Or have you."

"No, I'm a virgin!"

Bishwa just sat silently giving her the opportunity this time to break the long plateau-like silence.

"What is it like", Priyanka asked.

"It's the best feeling ever. Something which you've never felt before."

"Will you show me?" Asked Priyanka to which Bishwa just exclaimed. This twenty year old girl was asking him to take her virginity. How could he deny this opportunity. He hadn't had sex in years and now a beautiful young wench was seducing him. It was hard for him to say no.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to say no but I won't be using a condom and you might just get pregnant." Stated the prescient Bishwa.

"Don't worry. Just pull out before you are going to ejaculate." Replied Priyanka now facing him. Her kurti couldn't hide her voluptuous breasts hanging in front of her body frame. Bishwa also noticed her pyjama was visibly soaking wet near her vagina. 'No wonder it smells so funky in here', he thought.

Bishwa did not reply in the affirmative. His mind was still processing the repercussions of getting a girl her daughter's age pregnant. His heart was too soft to abandon her then and he would have to take her home if the inevitable happens. But he wanted her and she clearly desired him, her body atleast did. They just sat there staring at each other with lust. Priyanka's head bent down slightly but her gaze did not. The rain continued to fall heavily. They were alone in the middle of nowhere about to mate like wild animals. He, albeit twice her age had enough in his body to tire the hell out of this twenty year old girl.

Without saying a word, Bishwa picked her up from the seat and placed her on his thighs. She was shocked and impressed by this masculine gesture. Her pathetic boyfriend never had anything in him to compare what Bishwa was capable of.

Bishwa continued looking at her and started to stroke her hair gently. She closed her eyes and responded with passion. Then Bishwa gripped her head and slowly started kissing her. Passionate at first but getting wilder by each passing second. In his hands Priyanka was like a damsel in distress. She looked vulnerable, submissive but fervid and zealous. She truly wanted to come beneath this man. Their tongues intertwined in fiery passion as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. She couldn't resist as she opened her mouth to let him an easier entry into her. All she did was obey as he started to stroke her breasts without breaking their kiss.

Then he let go of her mouth for the first time in what felt like eternity to Priyanka. She had never felt so feminine towards anyone. Bishwa just did what he pleased and she complied to all his requests without complain. "Get rid of it quickly", commanded Bishwa. Priyanka like an impatient child started to get rid of her clothes. Within a minute she was completely naked, still sitting on his laps looking at him nervously.

Bishwa responded by getting rid of his clothes (there were hardly any) and then started by stroking her breasts gently. Her tits were a work of art, quite rare on young women. Soft and jiggly, Bishwa slowly took one in his mouth and started to suck on those pink nipples like a baby. Her milky white boobs made him horny. While he sucked on her breasts, Priyanka gently stroked his head like a lover would. She would shriek everytime he would bite her nipples too hard or squeeze them too tightly but she wouldn't dare stop him. Moreover it made her leak more love juice from her vagina as he dominated her in all areas.

Bishwa, a traditionalist, pushed her down on the back seat and lay on top of her in the missionary position. He had no time for a blowjob and went right for the kill.

He began gently, slow but steady strokes at first. As he penetrated new territory Bishwa knew that she wasn't a virgin but he continued without saying anything. With one strong push he squeezed the entirety of his organ inside Priyanka. This forced a loud shriek from Priyanka's mouth as she tried to adjust to his size. As was evidently clear from her gaping mouth, she had never experienced anything bigger inside her. Her boyfriend was not even half as big as this man. Bishwa was holding her hands hostage as she lay beneath him squeaking in pleasure.

Bishwa then kissed her neck, their bodies touching each other as he looked at her while slowly increasing his pace.

"Kiss me." She moaned. Bishwa started to kiss her passionately. This young 20 year old remined him of his first night. With the constant rain and hail around them, occasionally lit up by thunder, Priyanka experienced ecstasy. His mammoth was destroying her pussy with each thrust. She could hardly manage to not cry. Her eyes were wide and she was moaning loudly in pleasure as he took her places she had never been.

After a few minutes she was about to have her first orgasm. Sensing this, Bishwa increases his pace while biting her neck violently. Nearing orgasm Priyanka locked his body with her feet and started to scratch his back with her nails, tempting him to retaliate with more force. Within a few more piston-like thrusts, she let go of her body as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolled back and she smiled in pleasure.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, ahhhmm. Fuhh meee daddyy." She shouted as he drove his tool right into her womb. Her body was shivering and shaking as she orgasmed. Her feet too were out of control as she shook with each gush of lustful emotion that rippled through her body. It lasted only a few seconds but for her it may have lasted a year. She had never felt like this before. This man who was old enough to be her father was giving her a pounding of a lifetime.

Bishwa then sat and told her to climb on top of him. For the first time he allowed a woman to be on top of him. He was a traditionalist but he wanted to experience everything with this girl. Priyanka, like an obedient kid followed his command. She sat on top of him as held her tightly against his chest and kissed her. She stroked her hair behind her ears all the while exploring his mouth. He spanked her hard on her plump ass cheeks. She squealed in pain. He continued spanking her until both her ass cheeks became red. Bishwa was being passionated and wild while having sex with her.

After a while they broke their kiss and he started to suck on her tits. He would occasionally slap them too from time to time and watch them jiggle in excitement. She started to move slowly on his shaft. They locked in a tight embrace as she moved in a motion against to his. She was experiencing heaven having sex with him. Her slender hands reached her gaping mouth as she tried to cover her mouth but he held them behind her back.

His piston was still pounding strongly and with over an hour gone she started to wonder how long he would go. She then got on all fours as he penetrated her from behind. Almost instinctively, Bishwa gripped her long hair as he rammed his huge penis inside her tiny hole. Her ass couldn't take any more spanking as it was as red as a plum. Doggystyle her from the back he made her orgasm again. This time he could witness her bodies' reaction as well. As she orgsamed her body loosened up with her eyes rolling back into her head. He was kissing her but she was in a different realm. He continued to pound her while she orgasmed. Her toes curled up as she started to shake violently. This orgasm was even better than the last.

After that they returned back to the missionary position. She would stroke his back gently and scratch it as he would rifle his body into hers. The evening had given way to night but the rain hadn't stopped. They had been fucking relentlessly on the back of the seats where there was only enough room to put one bed but that was all they needed. Priyanka then sensed that he was about to cum as his penis enlarged stretching her interior even further.

"Cum on my face ahh!" She moaned. But he didn't listen. He continued fucking her.

"Ahh please cum on my face. Uhhnn I will get pregnahh if you do it inside uhh me." She could barely speak as she tried to stop him from cumming in her.

"No!" He replied with only a single word as he increased his pace.

"No please nnnn. Stop please I'll get pregnant." But he wouldn't listen. He gripped her hands tightly behind her head. She couldn't outwrestle him, he was way too powerful for her. She just lay still for him to fill her up knowing that all it takes is one of his sperms to destroy her life. But she enjoyed it too much so she stopped complaining after a while.

With another few strong thrusts he released all of his supplies inside her. Strong gush after gush filled her womb within seconds of ejaculation. The warm feeling of his jizz and the risk of becoming a mother to a 55 year old truck driver compelled her to cum again. Her life was destroyed. She was ovulating and she knew that with the amount of kids he had deposited inside her womb, atleast one had found its way into her eggs. At that moment, almost instinctively, she knew that she was going to be a mother.

Bishwa changed positions with her. As she lay beside him, locked in his loving embrace, she slept knowing very well that her life was about to change completely.

THE-END

PICs by Qwerthjkl

 

[hotaks]

# Samantha

Act I -- Lady of the Night

The dotcom recession hit us hard like it did everyone else, but I was really fortunate to have kept my job through it all. Still, not getting bonuses and raises did hurt us, especially when we had young kids to raise in a society with an ever increasing cost of living. Kids are a joy, but every parent will tell you that they are also a burden because of the expenses. They are always outgrowing their clothes, needing more toys, tutors, vacations, and of course the medical costs. My wife Samantha sacrificed her career to stay home and care for the kids when they were young. However, during that time she wouldn't have been able to find a job even if she wanted because of the horrific job market. So as a single provider, the surmounting stress and pressure was crushing me every single day.

To supplement the cash need, I was doing some short term stock trading but it barely helped. The stock market was unstable in a recession and often you would end up losing all your gains in just one bad trade. We were getting by, but life then seemed to drag and it didn't help that our sex life had dulled as well. Truth is, we simply fell into that niche of the marriage. The marriage wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either. It was just routine.

Unable to afford long family vacations back then, we instead settled for day trips to the zoo, the beach, and various parks. I hate saying it, but every now and then we also needed time away from the kids. Like many young married couples, we enjoyed outings with our friends such as dinners, movies, and even day visits to the wine country. However, what I enjoyed the most was when one of my more wealthy friends would host a high function dinner party.

Aside from the chance to see Samantha dolled up in some sexy evening gown, it was just great to have a change in scenery. For a whole night, we pretended we weren't just another middle class slave surviving paycheck to paycheck, but a member of the high society. However, what I loved the most about these parties? Was being the guy with the sexiest bitch in the room. I tell you, that is a feeling every man enjoys; being envied by all the men in the room as they ogled and drooled over the breathtaking woman holding your arm. And it is even more enjoyable when you are sticking it to these rich elites. Despite all their money and power, you are the lucky son of a bitch with the hottest piece of meat at the party.

It wasn't just because my wife was slim, toned, yet with a curvy ass and round firm tits, but Asian women tend to attract more attention, if I may say so, just because of their dark silky hair and crescent almond eyes. It was also the contrast with other wives at these parties; Samantha was in her early 30s, about 10 years younger than most of them. Furthermore, she was also able to retain her figure and the youthfulness of her skin better than most mothers. Rich society wives are usually a bit on the plump side, especially after having kids if you know what I mean. There were a few elderly gentlemen at these parties with their trophy wives, but again their ladies simply weren't measuring up to my wife's level of fuckability.

We'd been to a couple of these galas before but one night for some reason, Samantha was just turning every head. It might've been her evening gown, as it was far sluttier than what she had worn before when we first started going to these parties. That evening, she wore this incredible black long backless evening gown. Ever seen a woman with a toned body in a backless dress? You can see the well-defined lines of the shoulder blades with her hair tied up and that spinal curve going down her whole back until it disappears between those round luscious hips.

Of course it had to be a halter top with a long center cut, revealing both sides of each plump yet firm breasts under the two thin strips of cloth. And to top it off, a single side slit so long, it rode up almost to her waist showing off only one of her bare sensual legs. When she strutted across the room in her 3" stilettos, you could definitely glimpse a peek of her red laced thong panties. You know, any woman would've worn a pair of black panties to match the dress. Only a sadistic cocktease would wear red, aching to be noticed and lusted after. How are you feeling as you read this so far? Breathless? That was how every man seemed that night.

The party was hosted in a very modernly stylish mansion on a beach front property in Malibu by Eric, one of my closest friends. The house was filled with some of the wealthiest people in the area, friends and business clients of the host. I was sitting on a couch sipping my champagne watching Samantha at the hors d'oeuvres, err snacks, table flirting with other men when Eric sat down next to me. As we both sat there grinning like idiots staring at my stunning wife surrounded by these horny gentlemen, Eric casually complimented me, "How did you ever find a... concupiscent woman like her?"

It means sexy if you don't know. Don't worry, I didn't know either at the time. These high society people and their vocabularies, huh? I'd probably just use "fuckable," am I right? Anyways, I just grinned and boasted in pride, "Sometimes, fortune favors the fool."

In a chuckle Eric replied, "Just too bad not in the stock market huh?"

As I groaned to the reality of my financial problems, Eric seemed like he wanted to tell me something. However, his attention was soon distracted by Samantha giggling like a college slut at the food table while seductively patting the men on their shoulders and arms. Every so often, one of them would take a chance and rub her shoulders, put a hand around her waist, or even as far as giving those salacious butt cheeks a grab. Knowing my temptress tease of a wife, she obviously noticed and loved every moment of it. Downing his champagne, Eric then left to rejoin the party after giving me a pat on my back.

When Samantha came back and sat next to me, I stared at her as we shared the plate of snacks still pondering about our financial woes. Noticing my awkwardness, Samantha inquired what was on mind. Not wanting to worry her, I changed the subject by asking, "Having fun teasing all those cocks back there?"

"Are you jealous?" My wife replied with a smile, "You're cute when you're jealous."

Shaking my head, I went on, "No no, I'm not jealous. I'm just wondering if you know teasing is not harmless. You're giving them all the wrong ideas."

In a sudden change of tone, Samantha snapped back at me, "Can you just get off my case? Let me have a little fun for once."

There was an odd silence before she leaned her forehead down on her hand and cried, "Anna needs braces and Michael is asthmatic. I know you're hard at work trying to make ends meet and not aware of this. Your cheap ass company insurance only pays half, we have to cover the rest out of our pockets."

As she sobbed in my shoulders, I knew we were desperate. We could barely pay off the mortgage installments, let alone our other bills. I didn't know what to say to her except offering to refill her champagne glass. Standing there spacing off at the drinks table, I didn't even notice Eric approaching me until he was asking whether I was alright. Reluctantly, I shared with him our financial difficulties while he consoled me. Then unexpectedly, he leaned in and nervously whispered, "You know, my company is about to make some major business deals. I could... give you some of the time tables, information, so you can make some killer trades in the stock."

With my eyes wide in hope, I eagerly retorted in surprise, "Really? You could do that? I mean... is it ok?"

Hushing me quickly, he led me over to the corner of the room and continued, "Look, technically it would be inside trading. However, I doubt anyone would notice a small individual trader. But yeah, it is risky for the both of us."

With a sigh of relief, I was gleefully thanking him before he muttered, "So you know because I'm taking such a great risk for you, perhaps there's something you could do for me?"

Most of you probably know what he meant, but honestly I didn't pick it up until those words came out of him, "Bro, I must have your wife."

Choking on my champagne, I replied in a startle, "What? I mean... PARDON?"

"One night... a couple of hours," Eric responded with a suspiciously hopeful look, "And you can make enough money in one trade to ride through this recession in style."

Staring in disbelief, I finally replied after a brief pause, "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Relax... well ok, how about this?" he continued, "Let's make it an even swap. You can take my wife."

Chuckling out loud, I quickly turned him down, "Yeahhhh..... that's not sweetening the deal...."

Of no disrespect to Eric, his wife Richa was actually a very attractive blonde. However, as I've said earlier, not many women were able to keep up their looks after having kids like Samantha. Eric's wife was a little on the plump side with her age showing.

Laughing with me, Eric then defended his position, "Come on, don't you ever fantasize about a gangbang with your wife? Every man has, don't lie. With all the boasting about how savage your wife is in bed, how could you not have thought about it? And all I'm asking is a little swinging."

Now it is true, I've always had a cuckold fetish about my wife in a gangbang. However, I didn't like the idea of her with Eric 1-on-1, it would be **censored** and leading to unnecessary dramas. I was also not into joining group sex myself, so an orgy with Eric and his wife was out of the question. However, looking across the room, I saw Samantha now sitting there with her face buried in both hands. She was in so much grief that I wondered whether it was selfish of me to refuse Eric's proposal.

In a bit of hesitance, I finally said to Eric in a serious tone, "Ok, you can make the same proposition to Samantha without mentioning me. Tell her you will give me stock tips if she's willing to accept your proposal. If she accepts, then I'm fine with it."

In a puzzling voice, Eric replied, "But... don't you want to join? Well, alright, stay tight."

I hung out around the food table a bit as Eric cautiously approached my wife under the pretense of consoling her. My heart was pounding like no tomorrow, anxiously anticipating Samantha's response to the outrageous offer. Would she really do it? Would she be desperate enough to save us from our financial woes by fucking another man behind my back? After several minutes, my heart was racing like crazy when Eric winked at me while walking away from my wife.

Straightening my composure, I walked back to Samantha with our champagne glasses not knowing what to expect. When I sat back down, she looked at me nervously before muttering, "Hey... so I have a really bad headache from all this crying. Eric said I could rest upstairs for a bit. Since it is still early in the party, why don't you go mingle a bit? I'll come back down after a nap or something. Ok, baby?"

Stunned would be an accurate description of my reaction. I had no idea Eric meant that very night. I mean, I was expecting him to make an appointment with her at a hotel or something. However, noticing his eagerness earlier, I guess he was like a giddy schoolboy who just found a stash of candy and anxious to get his fill.

I stared blankly at my wife for a moment, wondering whether she really did not know of my involvement. I couldn't accept she actually thought I was naïve enough to believe her headache nonsense. However, playing along, I patted her shoulder and wished her a good nap as I rejoined the party. Then after downing her champagne, she apprehensively went upstairs. Eric quickly came up to me and in a cautious tone asked, "Are you sure about this? Just want to be sure. If you want to change your mind, say it now."

Taking a deep sigh, I looked at my friend with a quirky smile and replied, "Yeah, but... I like to watch, discreetly. You know, making sure no drama was going on between you two."

"Oh you dirty bastard," Eric quickly retorted with huge grin, "You don't need to be coy with me. Wait a few minutes and come up to the master bedroom. I'll keep the room dark, just sneak in."

For several minutes I tried my best to distract myself with the meaningless conversations of these random party guests, but I could barely contain the swelling of my bulge from the thought of what I just did. It wasn't just because one of my closest friends was about to plow my hot wife, but the very fact I sold her out for stock tips. Sipping my champagne and eating more snacks, I groaned with boredom for a little while longer before finally heading upstairs.

The mansion was huge and it actually took me a couple of minutes to find the master bedroom. When I opened the door, it was oddly silent with just the soft muffled moaning of a woman. The huge room was dark and dimly lit with only the nightstand lamps. To my surprise, it was actually quite modern, something I didn't expect since the rich usually like to indulge in antiques. The carpet was white and the king size bed was also white with black sheets. The whole outer wall was just one huge glass window overlooking the beach below. Aside from the nightstand lamps, the pale moonlight was the only other source of illumination in the room.

Standing next to the huge bed was Eric holding my hesitant wife with her bare breasts pulled out from the two thin strips of her center cut halter top. With her eyes closed tightly, Samantha was biting her lips trying to restrain her moans as my friend sucked and squeezed those hard succulent nipples. The reluctant look on her face as the party host fondled her defenseless body was priceless and my cock instantly hardened into steel. Quietly, I snuck in and took a seat on the sofa in the dark while my heart raced in excitement.

As I covered my mouth and salivated to the scene, Eric continued devouring my wife's tender flesh by the mouthful while taunting her whenever he switched in between the two hard nipples, "God damn, you're a fine bitch. Many would pay top dollars for your body. You like that, huh? Does it make you wet being treated as a high class whore?"

This was definitely one of the scenarios in which Samantha and I had roleplayed before, it just never occurred to me then that one day I'd be watching her actually doing it for real. In some ways, I was jealous at the fact she got to actually live out one of her fantasies. Unlike our roleplaying, I knew this time my wife's humiliation was authentic as she tried to retain whatever was left of her dignity. She was squirming and fidgeting uncomfortably as Eric had his perverted way with her innocent flesh. However, each time he verbally degraded her, she couldn't help but let a shameful moan escape her lips.

After several minutes, Eric reached into Samantha's dress from the side slit and began rubbing her panties. The sudden attention to her crotch instantly weaKannaed my wife's legs as she leaned into him groaning in sexual frustration. The whole time, my friend never stopped feasting on those gorgeous tits as he teased, "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Damn, I can feel the heat from your cunt!"

Flushing in humiliation, Samantha responded in a bit of a daze while still with her eyes shut, "No... no... I... I'm not enjoying this... Just get on with it already and fuck me, stop teasing me."

Her relentless resistance had Eric grinning sinfully as he rapidly rubbed the fabric of the laced panties against that horny clit while my wife softly whimpered in shame. Within minutes, Samantha's legs grew completely limp and she couldn't help but rest her chin on Eric's shoulders, moaning desperately, "Oh... god... oh god... no... fuck no... no... stop teasing me... please, just get on with the deal..."

It was incredible, watching Samantha's flesh take over her senses as it grinded against Eric's body until she fell to the floor on her knees, panting and gasping in shame. Pulling out his huge hard cock, Eric grabbed a fistful of my reluctant wife's hair and ordered, "Ok, let's get down to business then. Come on, earn it like the good little throat bitch."

I don't typically pay attention to men's junk, especially someone I know, but I have to say Eric was quite well-built. I mean, we played sports together so I knew he worked out. However, when he popped out his meat, that thing was thick as fuck. He couldn't even wrap his own fingers around it when he stroked it in front of my wife's face. Samantha herself was startled a bit, staring blankly in shock at the size of that thing. Then looking up into Eric's face, she hesitated as her eyes started to tear, still hoping there was another way. Tapping his swollen fat cock on my wife's face, my friend muttered, "It helps if you try to remember who you're doing this for... You want better lives for your kids, right?"

Samantha sobbed quietly for a few seconds before obediently assuming the position on her knees in that slutty dress. With her lower back arched, her knees spread apart, and her bare naked breasts heaved up, she stared helplessly at my friend before slightly opening her mouth. Taking hold of his cock, Eric rubbed the sticky tip slowly around my wife's whole mouth in a circular motion, trailing his precum all over her dick sucking lips. After a couple of laps, he ordered her to stick out her tongue before forcing his whole monstrous cockhead into her mouth as she responded with a murmuring, "mmmphhhmm..."

Then while Eric tilted my wife's head back and unlocked her jaw, I watched in amazement as he pressed that whole thick shaft inch by inch deep into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Holding her head in place by the hair, he ordered, "Hands behind your back! Good! Now take it in! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!"

My cock was bulging hard in my own pants as I watched my wife struggling on her knees trying to adjust her breathing through her nose with that fat meat lodged in her throat. After several seconds, she started to gag and whimper as tears streamed down her cheeks. When Eric finally pulled it out, Samantha coughed uncontrollably as saliva drooped down her chin all over her whore tits. Without waiting long, my friend eagerly grabbed my wife's hair and made her lick from the bottom of his balls all the way up his shaft to his moist mushroom head. Reluctant but without protesting, Samantha complied like a good mutt with her eyes right on him as she lapped the full length of his cock several times.

When Eric started pumping his fat dick in and out of my wife's overstretched lips, Samantha closed her eyes again and sucked like an obedient throat bitch. It was an unbelievable sight, watching my lovely wife in her racy evening gown, throbbing her tight toned body on her knees while being face-fucked by one of my closest friends. Her wet nipples were glistering in the dim light as her magnificent tits bounced to the movement of her body. After several minutes it was clear that her flesh was ripe in heat as her moans vibrated across the juicy cock. When he pulled out, all she could do was gasp with her mouth open, whimpering as he spat into her throat, "Oh... fuck... oh fuck.... Oh shit..."

Then leaning down with a tight grip of her hair, Eric rubbed his wet cocktip against Samantha's slippery irritated nipples while he sucked on her tongue. As she squealed and groaned, my friend taunted, "So, are you a good cock slave yet?"

My wife was completely dazed and wet, groaning and twitching on her knees as her body betrayed her. Not getting a reply out of the cock slut, Eric went back to pleasuring his hard cock into her hungry mouth again. Then I watched in delight as he squatted above Samantha's pitiful face and rammed his thick meat downward deep in and out of her throat. All she could do was gag like a helpless meat whore as the monstrous cock stretched her throat with each pump. Eventually Samantha couldn't keep her hands behind her back anymore and began tapping his thighs for mercy. Noticing her surrender, he asked again, "Ready to take cock yet?"

Gagging and coughing on her knees, Samantha finally whimpered after a brief pause, ".... yes... yes, sir."

Satisfied, Eric gave Samantha's ass a hard slap and without any instructions, the defeated slut slowly assumed the position on all fours like a well-trained cock slave. She knew exactly what she was doing; arching her lower back, raising her peach shaped ass, and lowering her neck while pushing up her shoulder blades. She was still wearing those stilettos and her whole right leg was exposed from the side slit of the dress. All the hair pulling from the cock sucking session had loosen Samantha's neatly tied bun as her long wavy hair fell down covering one side of her face. The whole sight was mesmerizing as her body involuntarily rocked back and forth begging for cock while those lewd titties dangled freely.

Though it was clear her body was on fire, she was still sobbing and fighting it inside. After undressing, Eric came up from behind and spanked her a few times as she yelped in shame. In a snarky tone, he scoffed at her, "Just remember what you're doing this for. Make me believe you want it. Earn it!"

In a sobbing whimper, Samantha replied as she bit her lips, "Yes... sir... please... please fuck me..."

Spanking my wife's nice round ass, Eric taunted in a sinister tone, "You selling your cunt for your kids?"

"Yes...," Samantha shamefully cried after a soft yelp from the spank.

Unleashing another hard spank, the sadistic jerk continued, "Mommy's a filthy cock whore?"

There was a slight pause after yet another soft yelp before my wife muttered those words, "Mommy's a filthy cock whore, please punish her with your hard cock."

Lifting Samantha's dress over her waist and exposing the full flesh of her majestic hips, my friend pulled the red laced thong aside before squeezing that monstrous cockhead into the cock slut's soaking cunt as she covered her mouth and squealed in shame. When those cunt lips were tightly snugged around his fat shaft, Eric got to his feet and squatted in position behind my conquered wife. Holding her sensual thin waist with both hands, he started pumping slowly into her slutty fuck hole, pushing in more and more of his thick meat with each thrust as she closed her eyes and grunted in response. I honestly couldn't tell at this point whether she was still fighting herself and saving the last shred of her dignity or she was just clenching her fists trying to accommodate the huge meaty cock.

After several thrusts, he buried that whole fat monster deep into her womb in one long push as she cringed her eyes and gasped, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

Then grabbing my wife's silky hair into a ponytail with both of his hands, he brutally hammered his menacing cock into her overstretched cunt as she cried in ecstasy and shame. Like a steed running a tough race, Samantha took that meat on all fours while furiously rocking and gasping in pace. For what seemed like forever, Eric pumped the slut in a hard but steady rhythm as the sound of his body slapping against her naughty ass filled the room. Swaying back and forth on her hands and knees, she responded savagely, "OH... OH.... UG... OH... UG..."

Suddenly Eric just stopped and held my wife in place by the hair with his cock still buried deep inside of her. In a mesmerizing sight, Samantha screamed as her body twitched and jerked in place, cumming hard on his cock. When he finally let go of her hair, she slumped forward with her face on the floor as her arms gave away, panting out of breath and moaning like a whipped dog. Then covering her face, she cried in humiliation after realizing she just came on another man's cock. Giving her only a few seconds to catch her breath, Eric continued by grabbing both of Samantha's arms while she was still on her knees and locked her elbows from behind before continuing the ruthless fuck in the wheelbarrow position.

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Again, the whole room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh and my wife's desperate cries as my friend viciously pummeled the naughty bitch into oblivion. As he picked up speed again, hammering mercilessly into her soaking cunt, Eric reached forward and choked the meat whore from behind with both hands while her arms were still pulled back and interlocked with his. Grunting and gasping as she took the brutal fuck on her knees as his meat slave, Samantha was about to cum hard again on the massive cock when the door suddenly opened and about 5-6 men in tuxes walked in. In shock, I realized in my haste I didn't close the door completely when I came in. One of the gentlemen, a fat middle aged man, immediately shouted in a snarky tone, "So that's where the cock tease went! We've been looking all over the party for her."

The sudden intrusion snapped Samantha frozen in shock for a few seconds before immediately squealing and trying to cover her bare tits after Eric let go of her arms. With his huge hard meat still buried deep in my wife's pussy, Eric turned around in an awkward panic and informed the men, "Hey hey hey... private party... come on now."

"Nonsense!" Retorted a skinny wrinkled old man with grey hair, "You can't hog all the action to yourself."

The men started undressing themselves as they came in, closing the door behind them while Eric pulled his cock out of my wife. Despite his protest, they shoved him aside and surrounded my completely vulnerable wife. The whole time, Samantha was still on her knees staring in disbelief and trying to cover her shame. Panic set in as she started squealing and evading their molesting hands, shouting back, "Get away from me! Don't touch me!"

I was stunned straight, completely frozen in place as these rich nasty bastards moved in like a pack of hungry wolves surrounding their prey. My cock was already aching hard from watching Eric pound her earlier, the thought of what these sick bastards were going to do to her only made it swell to the point that blood was not reaching my brain at all. Besides, I couldn't intervene without exposing my own involvement.

With Samantha struggling and crying, the men picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Then as two men held each of her arms down next to her face, two more grabbed her ankles and pried her long bare legs wide apart with her feet jostling in the air still with the stilettos on. As my frightened wife stared down her body, shaking her head and pleading them to stop, the fat middle-aged man moved her naughty red laced panties aside and greedily buried his face into her juicy cunt. The moment his fat tongue invaded her soaking love hole, the cum slut couldn't help but arched her lower back and heaved those lewd tits to heaven while gasping loudly. Her body was still horny as hell from the previous fucking, she was in no position to offer any real resistance.

Immediately, the skinny old man leaned down and sucked on her moaning tongue while holding her chin and head tightly in place on the bed. Like a fly in the web, Samantha struggled in their grasp as she whimpered and cried onto the old man's disgusting mouth. With her spectacular tits fully on display, the two men holding down her arms eagerly helped themselves to those protruding hard nipples by the mouthful. Then as my wife whimpered and squirmed to break free, these perverts molested every inch of her alluring flesh to their sadistic delight.

When the wrinkled old man pulled his face off, my panicking wife frantically cried out, "Wait.. wait... stop... You can't do this! I'm married!"

Everyone laughed as one of the men spoke back, "Oh cut the crap, slut. The way you teased us back at the party, that was no act."

The fat man raised his face from my wife's aromatic cunt and chuckled to the crowd, "The bitch is so wet, I'm practically drinking her juice down here."

As Samantha struggled and begged with the most pitiful expression, her lustful body had a mind of its own as it started to involuntarily throb to their rhythm. With each squeeze of her perverted tits and every lick into her soaking cunt, she squealed out a shameful moan as my cock raged hard in my pants. I was still frozen stunned when Eric approached me naked with his cock in his hand. Grinning sheepishly, he informed me in a casual tone, "What did you think was going to happen when your slut of a wife went around all night teasing and flirting with my clients?"

Watching my wife being devoured by these sadistic animals and about to be punished by all their hard cocks, I couldn't even put two words together. Noticing my lack of response, Eric continued, "Look, whatever stock info I have to give you, they'll be worthless if my clients pull out of our company deals. So... what do you want to do?"

I didn't know what to do, to be honest. Aside from the battle between my two heads, we still needed those stock deals badly. I rationalized that Samantha got into this knowingly and what she really wanted was to be freed from our financial burdens. Who was I to stop her? Looking at Eric, I gave him a soft nod and he grinned before rejoining the others.

When old man moved off the bed, Samantha stared at Eric with her tearful eyes and whimpered, "This was not part of the deal..."

With a tight grip on my wife's chin, Eric stared down with a devilish smirk and replied, "Want us to stop? I'll stop them, but then our deal is over. Is this what you want?"

Not a word came out of Samantha as she continued fidgeting to the wiggling tongue in her cunt and the naughty hands all over her shameless body. She had a pathetic frown, staring defiantly at Eric with her tear glossed eyes while contemplating her dire situation. Tapping her face with his hand, Eric asked in a stern voice, "Do we have a deal or not? Speak up!"

Desperation streamed from Samantha's eyes before she closed them and squealed a soft, "Ok..."

"So there's no misunderstanding, you are agreeing to be a high class cum slut," Eric scoffed back, "You'll take whatever the fuck we give you."

Without opening her eyes, my wife paused before giving him a couple of soft nods. Unsatisfied, Eric tapped her face again and scoffed, "Then say it!"

Still with her eyes closed, Samantha whimpered out, "... to take... whatever... the fuck you give me..."

With that Eric grinned at the fat man between her legs, who immediately stuffed 3 fingers deep into Samantha's soaking wet pussy. Though she consented, inside she was still fighting it, closing her legs tightly the moment he penetrated her. The two men holding each of her ankles then forcefully pried her legs apart like a wishbone while the fat man brutally fingered the reluctant meat whore. Biting her lips with her eyes shut, Samantha flipped and flopped like a fish as she tried to contain her moans. Others started rubbing her moist clit and pinching those dark red nipples until she was thrashing uncontrollably on the bed, arching her back, shoving those devious tits high in the air, and shaking her head violently side to side screaming, "Fuck no... noo... I'm not going to cum for you sick.... FUCK!!!"

With his hand on Samantha's slim neck, Eric held her head firmly down on the bed and sucked on her tantalizing tongue. Then without much choice, Samantha screamed into his mouth as they forced her to cum at their will. Her body jerked and struggled against their hands as the vicious orgasm ripped through all her senses. It was incredible, the whole thing lasting almost a full minute before her body finally calmed down. When they let go of her arms, once again she covered her face with both hands and sobbed in shame before whimpering to Eric, "I'm agreeing to your deal, but I'm not a fucking cum slut..."

Still choking her neck, he tapped her face and replied with a sinister smile, "Sure, keep telling yourself that."

In a pitiful plea, Samantha begged like a pathetic dog, "Just... just don't let my husband know.... He can't know about any of this..."

It was at this point I actually realized she still didn't know I was sitting in the dark. I could only imagine how many folds her humiliation would've intensified if she knew I was there watching. Then they pulled her to the end of the bed until her face tilted upside down over the edge. Standing next to the bed, Eric grabbed her neck before muttering, "Ready to pick up where we left off earlier before we were interrupted?"

Without waiting for her response, he immediately shoved his throbbing fat cock straight past her lips and into her throat as she gagged. Pumping in a rapid rhythm, Eric went hard for several strokes before pulling out and taunting her again while she coughed out the saliva all over her upside down face, "How does throat bitch like the taste of rich cock?"

With a pathetic frown, Samantha could only whimper with a sultry groan before he shoved it right back in, "oh fuck... fuck..."

As Eric pumped that slutty mouth, others continued fingering the meat slave's wet pussy, squeezing her vulgar tits, and humiliating her with all sorts of foul names and taunts. The more they degraded her, the more Samantha succumbed to her inner depravity as she groaned louder and louder on my friend's cock. Then, two of the men took her free hands and eagerly stroked their own hard shafts as they kept molesting her bare flesh. I could hardly contain myself watching my beautiful wife on her back, throbbing back and forth taking a cock in her throat with her head over the edge of the bed while forced to stroke two more hard meats in her hands. As her tasty titties swayed to the movement of her body, other men continued groping her ripe flesh from her juicy cunt to her dark irritated nipples.

Finally, with a cock stiff as a rock again, Eric climbed on the bed and pressed my wife's ankles down to each side of her shoulders in a spread eagle. One of the men pulled Samantha's face up and forced her to watch as Eric again penetrated deep into her aching cunt, grunting loudly, "Look at me, slut! Look at me as I take your worthless cunt!"

Samantha was biting her lips with a lustful frown as she stared at my friend punching through her sore moist hole. When his huge cockhead rammed through her pussy lips, she closed her eyes tightly and moaned, "Oh... my... fucking... god... oh god... oh god..."

Once Eric started pounding the meat bag, they let go of her head and it tilted back over the edge of the bed again while she gasped with her eyes tightly shut. Holding her ankle firmly down on the bed in spread eagle, Eric jackhammered the pretzel bitch without restraint as beads of sweat dripped off his back. He wrecked my horny wife hard and fast, slapping his balls against her anus each time he buried the fullness of his shaft into her fuck hole. Without hesitation, one of the men quickly shoved his hardened meat into Samantha's throat and pumped it hard in unison with Eric while others continued stroking their cocks with her free hands. After several hard thrusts, the man pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth and asked, "So you wanted to know what high society tastes like, huh? Take a good taste of this."

As the others laughed, he shoved it right back into her throat and pumped in rhythm. A fat hairy man retorted, "Well she may not be high society, but she's definitely one high class cunt!"

Watching these 6-7 men taking turns brutally ravaging the samantha, I covered my mouth in shock as she took it all bent in half on the bed. They would not ease up one bit while rotating between her throat and cunt. Each time a man took her wet pussy, her legs were continuously being held down next to her shoulders in a spread eagle. Nothing was coming out of her other than screams, moans, and groans as her body buckled wildly with her perky tits shaking back and forth. When she started grunting like a voracious beast, devouring those cocks while saliva drooled off her upside down face, I couldn't help but pulled out my own aching hard meat and stroked discreetly in the dark.

She was a complete mess at this point--her hair was messed up, her face covered with her own spit, and sweat was dripping off her whole ripe body. However, with her eyes tightly shut, I knew she was still fighting it inside despite her body had already given in. Holding on to whatever was left of her identity, Samantha was not going to give more than what she had to in order to make the deal. After several minutes of brutal wrecking, they finally pulled her off the bed to the floor. She was limp and sat there catching her breath as the men surrounded her.

Immediately they put the steed back on all fours in her slutty dress as the perverted men positioned themselves. Then while a hairy fat man rode the bitch from the back, pulling on Samantha's hair like a horse's mane, another fat man giddily shoved his stinky cock right into Samantha's open mouth. As the two fat bastards relentlessly stuffed the luscious cum bitch, other men jeered on as they stroked themselves and groped her swaying titties. Then the hairy fat man delightfully taunted her, "Man, you're better than most thousand dollar escorts I've had! Shit, who's the lucky bastard that owns this cunt?"

Not a word came out of Samantha while she took their nasty cocks with her eyes tightly closed, senselessly moaning on that juicy meat in her mouth. With each thrust as they forcefully pumped her on both ends, she was visibly losing her resistance to her inner slut. Eventually the two men stopped moving and everyone watched in delight as the fuck slut ferociously rocked back and forth on their cocks by herself, twitching and whimpering as she came again and again.

Without a moment of rest, she was immediately rolled on her back. An old grey hair man spread her legs before taking her cunt in the missionary position. To everyone's surprise, Samantha started voluntarily squeezing and playing with her own tits as she moaned with her eyes still shut. When 2 other men presented their cocks on each side of her, she stroked them without any instructions and rubbed their moist cockheads on her sore red nipples. As the sick wrinkled old man brutally pummeled my lovely wife, he kept muttering, "Shit... you remind me of my granddaughter..."

From my seat, I could see Samantha's upside down face whenever she came, arching her back and shoving her majestic titties into the air with her mouth gasping for air like a fish out of water. Her eyes were still closed the whole time as she squealed and convulsed violently in ecstasy each time, "Omg! Omg! I'm cumming.... FUCK!!! FUCK!!"

Three of men eagerly shut her up with their cocks as they took turn ramming in and out of her screaming throat. My wife was getting closer and closer to her breaking point as they fucked her into delirium. Whenever one of them couldn't hold it in anymore and was about to cum, they would switch off with another man to keep the horny bitch in heat. The 6-7 men rotated several more times before a tall big guy pulled her up to her feet. Then with Samantha's arms held straight above her head, that soft silky evening dress slithered off her gorgeous body like skin shedding off a snake. The room was filled with a sudden echo of awe and gasp as the men admired the fullness of her naked flesh on display, standing there only in her red panties and stilettos.

Next, the big man lay on the floor with his huge throbbing cock standing straight up like a steel pole. Once again without instructions, Samantha climbed on top of him and to everyone's delighted horror, she impaled herself on that monstrous meat as it stretched her cunt lips tightly around it. While cringing her eyes tightly, the gravity lowered her body all the way down until the whole ginormous cock completely disappeared into her petite frame. It was a sight to savor as she voluntarily pounced on the full length and girth of that giant cock, grunting in a low slow tone, "OOOHHHH... OOOOHHHHH...... OHHH..."

Other men quickly surrounded the cock slut as she rode the beast, letting her stroke and suck their cocks around her like a starving animal. As she throbbed in cock heaven, the men continued degrading her,

"Enough cocks for you, fuck whore?"

"Definitely a MILF made for breeding!"

"That's the good little meat slave!"

The more they went at her, the faster she rode that cock and then I knew she was broKanna when she finally opened her eyes and stared back at them. It was getting late and we had been there for well over an hour. I had actually stopped stroking myself because damn, I couldn't hold it in and didn't want to cum. Finally, Eric grabbed my wife by the hair and dragged her forcefully to the bed. In a sinister tone he said to the men, "Time to wrap this up, wreck the cum slave."

It had been a while since I'd seen my wife so insatiable. Samantha was completely incoherent, spazing and twitching on the bed by herself, moaning loudly. Positioning himself, Eric grabbed both of my wife's ankles and pressed them down on the bed this time to each side of her face, bending the whore slut in half again until her ass lifted several inches off the bed. Then like a rabid ape, he pounded that dirty cunt with all he's got while Samantha stared into his eyes, screaming mindlessly, "AH! AH!! AH!!! GOD!!! FUCK!! GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!"

As he picked up speed, Eric shouted at my wife as sweat dripped off his face, "Where does cum whore want it? Come on! Where does cum whore want it!?!"

Samantha was losing it as her body convulsed violently. Staring right into his eyes, she shouted back incoherently, "Inside.... Inside the cum... dumpster!! Cum in me!"

That was all he could take as my friend pumped loads of his semen deep into my wife's insatiable throbbing cunt. After Eric pulled out and collapsed on the bed, Samantha's body was still twitching uncontrollably as she moaned in ecstasy. However, when the shame of enjoying the hard orgasm on another man's cock hit her again and she covered her face in humiliation. Immediately, the fat man and the old man then took my wife together mercilessly on that bed. Like Eric, the fat man came deep into Samantha's soggy cunt, but the old man came deep into her gagging throat while scoffing, "How does rich cream taste? Swallow it all, fuck slut!"

The remaining four men pumped the voracious meat slave until they had their fill before surrounding her squirming body on that bed. Then tapping Samantha's face to make sure she was fully alert, the hairy fat man informed her, "Now we're going to officially baptize you as a high class cock whore."

With that the men just squirted all over her body from face to toe. They weren't aiming anywhere, just viciously stroking themselves and spraying wherever they wanted. Samantha was squirming mindlessly as their hot cum ravished her flesh, moaning senselessly to herself. She came again as they doused her with their warm sticky mess. Then as the men got off the bed, she curled into a ball and passed out whimpering to herself. After they were dressed, the men left the room and went back to the party, high fiving each other, commenting, "Now that was one fine piece of high class ass."

After Eric was dressed, he handed me a folded piece of paper and told me it was all the information I needed to trade next week. Before leaving, he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Buddy, I couldn't believe you came through."

Samantha was completely passed out on the bed as I stood there gazing at her wrecked flesh. Despite being unconscious, her body was still twitching and squirming on its own. Since her eyes were closed, I couldn't help but took out my still aching cock and jerked myself to the sight of her mess until I added my cum to her body. Then quietly I snuck out of there and back to the party. I was down stairs for about half an hour before I saw my wife coming down that stair. Surprisingly she was completely clean, probably took a shower in that luxurious bathroom. She smiled at me softly when she saw me and insisted we headed home. She was quiet the whole ride, I figured probably still wrestling with the events of the evening, selling her body for money to save our family.

It was an interesting experience to say the least. For the weeks that followed, I still had some reservations about what happened. However, the amount of money I made in the stock deal from Eric's information soon put my conscience to rest. I think it was the same for Samantha, despite the fact we'd never talked about it. What would you do for your family? For your kids? Some might say that it wasn't as if we were starving or something. However, our other alternative was to cut back, maybe selling the house and moving to a bad neighborhood. Either way, compromises would be made. The relief from our financial woes eventually calmed things over and after several weeks, life was pretty much back to normal in most regards.

The only change was in our sex life. For Samantha, I don't know whether it was the guilt from the deal, being freed from our financial woes, or just freeing her inner slut that night, but man was she completely insatiable afterward like when we were first married. She wanted it all the time, anywhere. Sometimes she would quickly put the kids to bed and then rode my hard cock all evening throughout the house. Other times, shit, she wanted to fuck in crazy places like the back alley of a restaurant or a filthy public restroom. Oh and she absolutely loved being degraded and humiliated, being slapped and choked as she came again and again on my cock. I can't say that I had anything to complain about.

For myself, I have to say the experienced stirred up some sick urges and fantasies in me that I thought I had outgrown since the early days of our marriage before kids. An itch resurfaced in me, the desire to watch my wife being held down and gangfucked out of her mind. The more I tried to resist it and get back to normalcy, the more this craving devoured my soul.

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#Man of the House Chapter 8: Mom's Soapy Tits

Cherry

The hot water poured over my body, splashing on my back as the four women of my harem--two half-sisters, a full sister, and my mom--all grabbed the body wash and lathered up each other's bodies. I was in heaven. I was nineteen and showering with my sexy Mom and her huge tits, her bleached-blonde hair darkening as it grew wet. She stared at me with dark, hungry eyes. My little sister Ananya, eighteen, the hair ties holding her pigtails together gone, her hair loose and brown, stared up at me with such delicious love in her eyes. She was my princess, her body petite and budding, so girlish and innocent. Pressing into my side was my half-sister Sara, blonde and nineteen. She grew up my best friend. We were so close.

I loved her and Ananya so much. They were my submissive queen and princess.

Janhvi was the newest member of my harem, rubbing soap on her small breasts--though compared to Ananya's budding mounds, Janhvi's were ripe and inviting. She ducked her short, black hair beneath the spray, washing out some of the piss soaked into her strands. She was a brat, acting like a girl half her age--seven instead of eighteen. And that all ended today. She understood now that our dad was dead, I was the man of the house.

And I wouldn't put up with her behavior any longer.

She turned as she washed, her red ass, spots of purple bruising already appearing, glistening as the water sheeted down her back to her rear. I had spanked her so hard for making a huge mess in the kitchen. A mess she hadn't actually cleaned up after I spanked her. We were distracted. Janhvi, it turned out, was a humiliation and pain slut, a masochist, and she got off on being degraded.

It was why she was washing all our piss off her body. She had drunk it, let it flowed over her body, and all while it was being filmed. Even now, the camera recorded, though with the glass shower door closed and foggy with steam, I doubt it could capture much now.

"Damn, I bet you and Dad had a lot of fun in here, Aunt Shriya," groaned Janhvi, looking up at my mom soaping those huge, lush tits. Mom had the biggest tits in the family, with my older sister Nidhhi and Aunt Shruti--Janhvi and Sara's mother--tied for second place. Sara's round breasts put her in a distant fourth, though they were still nice as they rubbed against me. "This bathtub is huge."

"We did," my mom smiled. "We pissed in your mom's mouth enough times in here."

"Tonight, she's watching your tape," I told Janhvi, staring at her well-spanked ass. "Won't your mom be proud of you for being such a filthy slut?"

Janhvi shivered. "And then you'll show everyone at school, right?"

I wouldn't. With my mom, Ananya, Sara, Janhvi, and myself on the tape, it was clear evidence we were committing incest. "That's right. I bet you can't wait for that bitch friend of yours to see who you truly are."

"That meanie will tease you and bully you," Ananya nodded. As a nerdy, book-reading girl, she had been picked on by Janhvi and her friends, Carmelita at the center.

"Oh, god," Janhvi moaned, shuddering. The lust in her voice made my cock hard.

"Mmm, I think the little slut wants it played across the school's AV system. Every class seeing it, watching you piss into her mouth." My half-sister--though until this morning I thought she was my cousin. It turned out my dad had dominated my mom and her sister, hiding it from the world. It explained a lot about our family.

"I think so," I groaned, Sara's soapy hands washing across my stomach as she pressed tighter into my side. Her body was so slippery.

I soaped up my hands and slid them behind her back and then down to her ass. I washed her. She winced. Like Janhvi, I had spanked Sara, too, but not because she was bad, though I owed her a spanking for that. I did it because I could and because she would let me. She was submissive with me.

But loved dominating Janhvi.

Ananya giggled. "You're getting hard, big brother."

"I have four sexy women in the shower with me, Princess," I grinned at her.

Ananya, soap suds clinging to her small mounds and half-obscuring her small nipples, reached out and joined Sara's hands. Her touch was delicate compared to Sara's rougher wash. She was aggressive where Ananya was gentle. My dick throbbed. I had loved Sara for years, but I had never really noticed Ananya. She was so quiet, spending most of her time reading in her room. But today, since I took her cherry, I was finding her presence delightful. Her girlish, innocent personality made me want to take care of her like I was her daddy. I wanted to spoil her like my little girl princess, give her what she needed, and discipline her when she acted out.

I think I loved her, too. Different from Sara.

"Mmm, we are sexy," Sara moaned, her hips grinding on me. I felt her landing strip on my hip, her hot pussy right below it. Despite cumming on her sister's mouth, Sara was horny for more. With her naturally blonde locks plastered about her shoulders and tits glistening with water, she looked like a playboy model.

"Yes," I groaned, my skin burning where my two sister-lovers washed my flesh.

Ananya pressed up to my right side, rubbing her hot pussy on my thigh, her hard nipples brushing my skin. She stared up at me with such adoration, worshiping her big brother with those soft, brown eyes. She looked even more vulnerable without her glasses on.

Damn, she was cute.

Their hands swept about my body, washing my chest and back. Ananya giggled as her small hand rubbed at my ass. She gave me a squeeze and giggled louder, her eyes flashing with obvious delight, her hot pussy throbbing harder and harder.

Before me, Mom's breasts still glistened with soap suds as she washed her sleek thighs. At thirty-eight, she was still gorgeous. The mature beauty of my sisters, face hungry, eyes delicious. She was a submissive, living as my father's slave since she was nineteen. She was so dedicated she brought her sister, my Aunt Shruti, to his bed and he claimed her, too.

"Oh, I can't wait for your mom to get home," I groaned to Janhvi. "She's going to ride my cock while watching us piss on you."

"Oh, god," Janhvi moaned, leaning back against the wall. Her small breasts jiggled as her hands shoved between her thighs, rubbing at her pussy, her black curls matted by soap and water. She undulated her hips. "Yes, yes, she'll cum so hard watching it. Oh, please say she will, Cherry. Please say I can watch her cum on your dick."

"If you stay good," I told her. "You be a brat, and you'll be punished."

Her eyes gleamed and she let out a shuddering moan. "Yes, Cherry."

Watching her made my cock ache. Over the water spraying down on us, I could hear her fingers slide in and out of her wet cunt. The feel of Ananya's and Sara's hands washing across my body didn't help either. They were teasing me. They made me tremble and groan. My dick throbbed and ached. I had to cum again. My women were too damned sexy.

I had to fuck one of them.

But which one? I had four to chose from. They were all so willing. I could break in Ananya's ass. I could plow my mom hard. I could make love to Sara. Or I could fuck Janhvi's bratty face, ramming my cock down her throat while she gagged on it and loved every moment of being used.

"Mmm, Mommy needs to wash her big son's cock." She cupped her large, soapy breasts, a twinkle in her eye.

"A titty fuck?" I groaned.

She nodded her head, hips undulating. "Just sit down on the tub's edge and let Mommy wash her big son's cock, Sir."

"I think he wants that, Aunt Shriya," laughed Sara. Her hand grasped my dick. "What do you think, Cupcake?"

Ananya's hand joined Sara's on my cock. "I think big brother wants our mom's big tits washing his dick."

"Holy shit, people do that?" Janhvi groaned.

"Yes," Mom and Sara said at the same time.

I glanced at my blonde half-sister. "More porn you've been watching?"

"I was researching for when we finally went all the way," Sara answered with an arched smile.

"Like watersports?"

"Perv," she said and playfully punched my shoulder. "Stop being an asshole, Cherry. I didn't even know the term before you told me this morning."

"I am a perv," I grinned at her. "And so are you." I smacked her wet ass.

She moaned, "Oh, yes, I am. You lead, I follow, Cherry. Now sit your butt down and let your sexy mom wash your cock."

I arched an eyebrow at her.

She winked at me and said, "My loving master, I just want you to be pleasured by your sexy mom." Then she kissed me.

If she thought kissing me would make me forget her sass, she was mistaken. I was going to enjoy disciplining her tonight. As much as she would. It was why she played the game. When Sara was a smart ass, I found it endearing. When Janhvi did it, I found her to be an annoying brat.

Must be the difference between loving and just lusting after someone.

I squeezed Sara's ass hard as we kissed, savoring her breasts pressed against me. She was a little breathless when we broke it, her hazel eyes unfocused. She took a step back from me and almost tripped over the tub's edge, falling into the side of the shower. But I caught her.

She laughed. "Thanks."

I winked at her, then I sat down on the tub's edge. There was enough room between the tub and the shower wall to sit comfortably. The tub was deep, too. My parents had bought it large for play. The entire master suite was enhanced by my dad so he could enjoy his two sex slaves and any other women they brought to his bed.

Like Mallu women. Damn, it would be hot for one of the ladies to bring a sexy mallu girl for me to enjoy. Anumapa from school popped into my head.

"Mmm, Mommy's going to enjoy this." She knelt before me. The spray of the shower hissed over our heads. She looked so sexy dripping in water, her breasts held out before her, glistening with soap suds, her nipples fat and hard.

"Big sis," Ananya said, her voice soft. "Could you...shave me?"

I groaned as Mom's tits wrapped about my throbbing cock. My eyes flicked past her to my three sisters crowding the other end of the tub, Janhvi still masturbating and lost to her own world. Ananya looked so coquettish as she stood before Sara.

And then my mom slid her tits up and down my cock. Pleasure from the wet glide of her pillowy mounds sent shivers through me. My head leaned back against the wet, vinyl-smooth wall. My hands clenched as she pressed her tits tighter, forming a hot, soapy embrace. She pumped her tits up and down, the tip of my dick popping in and out of the valley of her tits.

"You want me to shave your pussy?" Sara asked, glancing at me, her eyes questioning.

I nodded once.

"I want to look...more girlish," Ananya whispered. "More like his little sister." She bit her lip and looked at me. Without her glasses, I probably was a fuzzy blob to her. "Would that...make you happy, big brother?"

"Fuck, yes," I groaned. Right now she had wispy, blonde pubic hair, hardly hiding her tight slit. But without it... "Do it, Sara. Shave our little princess."

"I will," she said, subservient and excited, a naughty smile on her lips.

"Does it hurt?" Ananya asked, trembling as Sara pushed her down on the opposite side of the tub.

"Like shaving your legs or pits, but you have to be more careful. Don't want to get a nick down there, Cupcake."

Ananya's eyes widened. Damn, she was cute.

"Sara will be careful. Your big sis would never hurt you," I groaned, savoring the wet glide of my mom's tits up and down my cock.

"Never," Sara promised.

"Fuck," Janhvi moaned. "Shave her pussy. Oh, yes. She'll have such a cute, bald cunny. Oh, god."

Janhvi thrashed as she came, her back sliding down the shower wall until she was sitting next to Ananya on the wide rim, her legs spread wide, her bush trimmed, black, thick. Though only a few months older than Ananya, puberty developed her a lot more. Janhvi groaned, her legs spasming, her toes curling.

There was another cunt in need of shaving. An idea popped into my head. Janhvi had to do it somewhere more...public.

Sara slipped naked out of the shower to get supplies while Ananya trembled, the spray falling on her and Janhvi's legs. Mom's tits slid faster and faster on my dick, the friction sending wonderful shudders through my body. My balls boiled, a load of spunk preparing to unleash across Mom's face.

I would give her a pearl necklace. Every son should give his mom gifts.

"What are you grinning about, Sir?" Mom asked as she stared up at me with submissive adoration. It made her happy to serve.

"Just the gift I'm going to give you."

"Mmm, your Mommy-slut loves gifts." She licked her lips, glancing down at my cock. "Is it thick and creamy?"

"Uh-huh."

Her tongue flicked at the crown of my dick when her tits slid down. She swirled her tongue around it before her tits slid up and engulfed my shaft, making me shudder and groan. When she slid her tits down, she licked again.

Damn, it was better than I imagined. I had seen it so many time in pornos, but having my own mother do it... Nothing was better. I loved being the man of the house. I groaned, just sitting there and letting my woman please me. My mom was my slave.

Sara slipped back in with a pink razor and a bottle of pink shaving cream. She slid the shower door shut and flashed me a smile. "How's your titty fuck going, perv?"

"Wonderful," I grinned at her. "Now get on your knees and shave our princess."

She obeyed with a moan of, "Yes!"

My dick ached and throbbed as the shaving cream whooshed, a mound of pink appearing in her left hand. She rubbed it against Ananya's pussy, coating all her blonde hairs. I could just see thanks to the angle Ananya sat at. Her small breasts rose and fell faster and faster, her breath quickening as Ananya raised the razor.

My balls convulsed. I was coming closer and closer to cumming, but not yet. I wanted to savor the titty fuck and watch my little sister being shaved by my queen. Sara looked so beautiful as she knelt, her blonde hair matted down her supple back, water running down to her ass, spilling across it. She still had red markings from her spanking.

"It'll be fine," Janhvi said and took Ananya's hand. "Sara won't hurt you."

"Thanks," Ananya said, giving Janhvi a smile.

Mom sucked on the tip of my cock when it emerged from her dick this time. I groaned, a spasm shooting from my body. I missed the first swipe of the razor across Ananya's pudenda as my head tossed back. The pleasure was so sudden.

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to cum. Mom's eyes stared up at me, burning with delight at my reaction. She popped her lips off, rubbing her tits faster and faster. My cock throbbed in her depths, her hard nipples rubbing on my stomach.

"Do you like Mommy's big tits sliding on your dick?" she moaned. "Does my big, strong son love it?"

"God, yes," I groaned, the razor sliding through the pink foam, scraping across Ananya's skin. My little sister bit her lip, staring down as her pale flesh was exposed, no blonde hair to be seen. "So good, Mom. You're such a slut to give your own son a titty fuck."

"Such a slut," she moaned in agreement and sucked on the tip of my cock again. Not long, just a quick jolt, but enough to make my balls almost erupt.

"Work those titties, Aunt Shriya," Janhvi cheered, hot eyes watching, her free hand, the one not holding Ananya's, rubbed at her black-furred cunt. "Make him cum. He deserves it for being the man of the house."

Damn, when Janhvi wasn't a brat, she was amazing.

The razor kept shaving, making that delicious, scraping slide as it made my little sister bare. Sara moved lower and lower, reaching Ananya's pudenda. She shaved slowly, pulling the razor from Ananya's slit to her thighs. More and more of my little sister's bare pudenda was revealed to my sight. She looked more and more girlish, younger and younger than her eighteen years.

And the entire time, my dick was in heaven. Mom sucked every time it appeared, brief jolts of rapture that had my entire body twitching. The wet slide of her tits built the pressure in my balls. I fought against it, coming closer and closer to erupting.

"Cum all over Mommy's big tits," she moaned, making it even harder. "Mmm, yes. You need to cum. My big, strong son has so much jizz trapped in his balls. It's not healthy to keep it bottled up. He needs to let it out."

"Yes," Janhvi moaned. "Mmm, cum all over her tits, Cherry."

Sara slid the razor a final time and then smiled. "Done." She leaned aside, letting the shower's spray wash across Ananya's pussy, clearing off the remains of pink foam. "No hair left."

Then Sara leaned in and licked Ananya's bare twat.

"Fuck," I grunted, my cock unloading. It was too hot to watch. My woman licking our little sister's pussy made my balls erupted.

Cum spurted from between my mom's tits. My hot spunk splashed across her neck and chin then rained across her heaving mounds as Sara took another long, slow lick up Ananya's pussy. She shivered, toes curling.

I grunted through each blast of jizz. I shuddered, my eyes flicking from my mom's pearl necklace to my sisters' lesbian incest. Janhvi groaned beside Ananya, masturbating her pussy faster and faster. The final shudder raced through my body.

"Goddamn, that is hot," I groaned.

"Mmm, it is," moaned Mom, my cum dripping down her neck and across her round breasts. She lifted her tits to her lips and licked up lines of my cum. "Delicious. What a yummy gift my big, strong son gave me. Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome," I panted as Ananya squirmed on Sara's mouth.

"Big sis," Ananya gasped, humping her pussy against Sara's licking tongue. "Oh, yes. Thank you for shaving me."

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Cherry

"It was so awesome, Cherry," Ananya said, bouncing as she sat across from me at the table in the school's cafeteria, Sara at her side. "Oh, wait until you see the vid. They said such mean things to her, and she just came harder."

"Can't wait," I said then smiled as Anupama sat down beside me.

Like a good girlfriend, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

Ananya went still. "Big brother?"

"I'm dating Anupama now," I told her, arm going around Anupama's shoulder. I liked that. I wished I could do it to other girls. "But I still love you, Princess."

"She's his disguise," Sara said. "People are starting to whisper about me and him being so close. But look around. People are learning they're dating. They jogged side-by-side during PE. It was cute."

Ananya nibbled on her roll.

"She understands," I told my little sister. "Right, Anupama?"

"I'm his concubine," Anupama said. "You're his princess, and Sara is the queen." Anupama smiled. "I...I like the idea of sharing him."

"Oh," Ananya said, swallowing.

"Trust me, Princess. You do, right? Good girls trust their big brothers. I don't want another fit from you."

She gave a guilty flush then gave me a smile. "I trust you. Always. And you..." Her eyes brimmed with desperate hope.

"Yes, I love you. Anupama doesn't change that. But you need to be careful. People are around us."

"That's why he has Anupama," Sara said.

I turned to Anupama. My heart raced as I leaned I, kissing her on the lips like I had wanted to with Sara so many times in the lunch room. Someone whooped behind us, and Anupama pulled away, blushing sweetly.

And then I spotted Nidhhi and her friend Nabha walking by.

"Hey, Sis," I grinned. "Why don't you join us?"

Janhvi darted by Nidhhi, sitting down to my right, her food steaming on her tray. "Boy, I'm starved."

I ignored her, staring at Nidhhi, arching an eyebrow. She blinked at Anupama, then she rushed over to us, leaving the Nabha behind. My sister's tits bounced in her tight blouse, and that cameltoe was so delicious. "So you are dating Anupama. What about...?"

"Me?" Sara asked. "It's fine. I don't mind sharing Cherry. And it's not like we can date openly."

Nidhhi looked around the table, Janhvi digging into her food, Ananya nibbling on her roll. She shook her head. "What is going on with this family?"

"Cherry," Janhvi said between bites, her words slurred. "He's the man of the house now."

The color faded from Nidhhi's cheeks. Her eyes flicked from me to Ananya then to Janhvi before returning back to me.

I nodded. "Plenty of room at the table for my sexy, older sister."

Her nipples were two hard points thrusting at the front of her blouse.

She fled.

"She's getting closer," Ananya smiled. "Then I'll have two big sisters to love."

Sara giggled, "Anupama, you can stop staring at Nidhhi's ass with your mouth open."

Beside me, Anupama started, closing her mouth and blushing. "Those jeans... I could see her..." She lowered her voice. "Pussy."

"Nidhhi always has a cameltoe," I groaned. "She's a tease that way. Good thing I have a sexy virgin's cherry to pop after school."

"Wonderful," Janhvi groaned, her hair still damp from PE. My last class before lunch was World History, and I had such a hard time focusing on Aunt Shruti's lecture while thinking about her daughter obeying my commands at the same moment in PE. "You'll love it, Anupama. Guess you're part of the family."

"I guess so." Anupama shifted. "Oh, I spoke to my mom. She is excited to meet you. She says she can interview the three of you for the jobs after school tomorrow."

"It'll be fun meeting your mom after I've popped your cherry," I grinned.

Anupama blushed again, smiling, nodding.

The rest of the day sucked. My dick was so hard, eager to break in my girlfriend's pussy. I liked that. I had my queen, my princess, my concubine, my mommy slut, my aunt slut, and my sister slut. What would Nidhhi be? My sister lover? My mistress.

I smiled. My sister mistress.

After lunch I suffered through Engineering, Math, and Computer Science. I shared that last class with Nidhhi. She sat at the far end of the room from me. Every time I felt eyes, I would glance over just in time to see her look away.

I had her. She wanted to be my slut so badly. Now she just had to stop being stubborn and surrender. Fucking her would be glorious.

The moment class ended, she bolted from the room before I could say anything. I let her flee. She couldn't run from her desires forever. I packed up my books and headed out of the classroom. Anupama and Sara waited out front. Anupama came to me, giving me a rather chaste kiss.

So I put my hands on her ass and kissed her hard. I wanted everyone to see me kiss her. The one woman of mine I could love in public. My heart raced faster and faster. I did have a crush on her. Sara had won my affection, but Anupama...

Maybe I could love three women?

"Dude, did you see it? She masturbated in fucking gym class," a guy walking by said to his friend, holding up his phone.. "Fucking freshmen. I have got to nail her. Look at those tits, man. If a girl is that slutty, you know she'll put out."

Janhvi appeared on his heels, a huge grin on her face. "I am so popular. You should see the things being said about me on Facebook. I have to masturbate so badly, Master. Their words are so terrible. So insulting. I'm such a freak, Sir."

"Later," I told her. "Anupama needs her cherry popped and Sara her pussy licked."

"What about me, big brother?" Ananya skipped up, backpack's straps bouncing on her shoulders.

"I think Janhvi can take care of you. Let's get home."

Anupama, it turned out, had a car. We piled into it, Anupama handing over the keys to me. She sat in the back between Ananya and Janhvi while Sara rode shotgun. She was my queen. I had to resist the urge to speed home. But even doing the speed limit--okay, I sped a bit--we were there in minutes and pulling into the driveway. I wasn't shocked to see Nidhhi's car absent. I bet she was at Nabha's.

Another girl that I would love to fuck.

Sara squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Damn, Cherry is like iron. Let's go."

"Yes," Ananya moaned.

The two giggling girls raced ahead, Janhvi practically battering down the front door to get in. I slid out and held out my arms to my two women. Anupama on my left, Sara on my right. They took them, and we strolled into the house, Janhvi's squeals echoing as footsteps pounded up the stairs.

I took my two women to the master bedroom. There, the three of us kissed. I had them both pressed against me, our lips meeting, tongues swapping. I groaned, my hands stroking down to grip both their asses as we moved to the bed. We fell on it, both girls squirming. Anupama was shy but excited as she kissed me, Sara hauling off her tights.

Then Anupama was pulling down Sara's jeans and panties in one go. The girl kissed Sara's blonde landing strip, working lower and lower until she nuzzled at my half-sister's pussy, her tongue licking through folds.

"Damn," I groaned, hauling off Anupama's panties, leaving on her skirt. Her bush was thick and wiry, hiding her pussy. I leaned in, nuzzling at her tart pussy.

"Oh, yes, eat my pussy," moaned Sara. "Oh, Cherry, she's licking her first pussy."

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"It's a good one to start with," I groaned. "My first."

Anupama shivered and moaned as I licked her tart folds, her pubic hair caressing my cheeks. I probed my tongue through her pussy, nuzzling, touching, brushing her hymen. My dick throbbed. I had taken Sara's, Ananya's, and Janhvi's cherries.

I was eager for number four.

Sara's moans rose while Anupama's hips wiggled. My tongue slid through her folds. My dick ached in my boxers and jeans, but I didn't care. I wanted Anupama to cum hard, to be ready for my cock, dripping wet for me.

And I loved eating pussy. It was delicious.

My tongue licked from her clit to her maidenhead, caressing her over and over while my fingers stroked her thighs. She wiggled her hips back into me, moaning as she devoured Sara's pussy. My half-sister groaned, the bed creaking as she humped Anupama's face.

"That's it, just like that," moaned Sara. "That's how you eat pussy. Mmm, you are a natural, Anupama. Just a natural. Damn, I'm glad you're our girlfriend."

"Our?" I asked.

"I think that would be hot, huh? Sometimes she's on my arm, sometimes yours. I don't care if people think I'm a lesbian or Anupama's bi. If I can't be on your arm, Cherry, than I need someone. And I can't be a guy."

"Damn," I groaned and licked again.

"Everyone knows I'm a tomboy anyways."

"I would love to be your girlfriend, too. Your concubine." Anupama shivered as I licked through her pussy, her next words so throaty. "This is what I fantasized about."

"Damn," I groaned, licking harder, my dick aching so hard.

I concentrated on her clit, assaulting it with my tongue. I wanted her to explode. I wanted her to gasp and moan and shudder on the bed, to scream out her pleasure. I sucked on it. Nipped it. She moaned, wiggling her hips.

Her tart juices flowed. I breathed in her musk. Her soft hairs caressed my lips and chin as I devoured her. I had made Janhvi shave her twat bald--everyone in school talked about her performance--but I wanted Anupama natural. This was so sexy. Asian girls should have hairy twats.

"Cherry," Anupama moaned. She shivered, shuddering, her hips wiggling against me. "Oh, yes, Cherry."

I sucked hard on her clit. I nipped it. She squeaked and gasped. Her ass clenched beneath my squeezing hands. And then I heard her moans. That orgasmic passion rippling out of her mouth, throaty with the pleasure I gave her.

"Cherry, Cherry, yes!"

"That's it," moaned Sara. "Cum on his mouth. Oh, yes you are such a naughty slut. Mmm, time to get your cherry popped and get you bred."

"Bred?" Anupama gasped.

"On your back," I groaned, rising, unbuckling my pants and pulling my cock out of my boxers.

As Anupama rolled over, I ripped off my shirt. Sara pulled off Anupama's blouse then unhooked her bra. Round breasts topped with small dark nipples appeared. I groaned, squeezing them while Sara stripped the rest of the way off and straddled Anupama's face.

Sara ground her pussy on our girlfriend's face. Anupama moaned, licking her tongue through Sara's folds. My cock throbbed. I rubbed it on Anupama's virgin pussy, savoring how hot and silky she felt. I pressed forward, her hymen stretching.

"Pop her cherry and breed her, Cherry," moaned Sara.

"Beg, Anupama," I groaned. "Beg for my cock to make you a woman. Beg for my seed to flood your cunt."

Sara lifted her pussy, Anupama's lips glistening. Her slanted eyes flicked down, finding mine. "Pop my cherry and breed me! You made me cum so hard! Please, please!"

How could I deny her what she wanted?

My hips thrust. My cock pressed on her maidenhead. Her cherry popped.

"Fuck," I grunted as my cock slid into virgin depths.

It was a special, once-in-a-lifetime experience. Never again would Anupama's cunt be virgin. Never again would my dick get the delight of breaking in her sheath, to feel her flesh stretching about its first dick, the hot friction, the wet silk embracing my dick. I groaned, shuddering, staring into Sara's hazel eyes.

"Yes," she smiled. "Yes, enjoy her cunt, Cherry. Enjoy her."

Anupama only groaned, voice muffled by Sara's pussy grinding on her lips.

I drew back, Anupama's hot flesh clinging to my dick. The friction was incredible. I shuddered. Pleasure shot through me. My hands gripped her hips as I drove back into her once-pure depths, making her gasp and moan. Sara leaned forward, hands grasping my shoulders as I fucked our girlfriend.

My sister kissed me hard on the mouth. I groaned, fucking Anupama harder, driving my cock deeper and faster into her snatch. Our tongues dueled. I moaned into her kiss. We shared this sexy Asian delight. And she shared us.

Anupama moaned between licks, her pussy clenching about my cock and her hips moving, bucking into my strokes. Her depths were so hot and wet. It was heaven. I kissed Sara harder, one hand grabbing her round breast, the other's Anupama.

They both were firm, Sara's a little larger. My palm rubbed on their nipples, both girls moaning, shuddering. Anupama licked and devoured Sara. I could hear the juicy fervor of her tongue pleasuring my queen.

I broke the kiss while Ananya, in the bathroom, screamed out with orgasmic delight.

"Love that sound," moaned Sara. "And I love your tongue, Anupama. Oh, yes, fuck it into my pussy. Just like Cherry's fucking that huge cock into your cunt."

"So huge," Anupama groaned. "I can't believe I took it all. I was so scared until he ate my pussy."

I squeezed Anupama's tit. "You're so tight. You tasted so good. I'm going to dump so much cum into your pussy. I'm going to breed you. You and Sara will be pregnant together."

Anupama's pussy clenched hard on my dick. She moaned loudly.

The friction only made me thrust harder and harder. My balls thwacked into her flesh. I kissed Sara again, pinching her nipple. She moaned and gasped so loudly on Anupama's face. She trembled, groaning, grinding across our mallu concubine's face.

I thrust my tongue so hard into Sara's mouth, pounding Anupama's pussy. The bed rocked and creaked. Her thighs clenched around my waist as hard as her pussy clenched around my cock. The friction was intense, burning through me.

Sara broke the kiss, her blonde braid dancing as she screamed out, "Anupama, you pussy-licking slut! Yes!"

My sister came.

Her moans were beautiful, echoing through the room. Her fingers clenched into my shoulders. Anupama shivered, her pussy spasming about my cock. She moaned into my sister's snatch. I made my concubine cum. My dick made her pussy explode.

"Shit," I grunted. "Take it, Anupama! Take it all!"

"Breed her," moaned Sara, her back arching.

"Yes!" Anupama moaned, voice muffled and throaty.

I drove my dick into her spasming pussy. I savored the embrace of her cunt. And I exploded into her depths. Blast after blast of my cum spurted into her pussy. I shuddered with each one, savoring her milking flesh. I squeezed both girl's tits, my hands savoring their flesh. My balls emptied.

I gasped for breath, buzzing with bliss. "Anupama, you're mine. I'm not letting you go."

"Good," she moaned.

"You're ours," Sara smiled, hips undulating. "Mmm, I bet you can lick me to another orgasm."

I grinned. "I bet you can lick her to one, too."

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[hotaks]

I watched deliriously as he lowered his waist. I felt his fingers holding his cock as he fumbled at the opening. He found the right place and planted the tip. Then he pushed forward. His thick cock moved easily in my dripping cunt. He didn't have to make any further efforts as my cunt was well lubricated. He lowered his hips until the entire length of his cock was buried inside me.

Intuitively, I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He buried his face between my undulating tits and started fucking me with his massive cock. His movements were slow at first probably because of our awkward position, but he soon found his rhythm and began fucking me harder and faster.

I could feel his gigantic prick fucking deeper and deeper into my dripping cunt hole. With every stroke, it was driving me nuts. I clasped my thighs tightly around his waist and tried to wiggle my hips, trying to get his raging cock even deeper into my willing cunt.

His face was buried in my tits. His lips were mercilessly kneading my soft flesh. He was groaning loudly with lust.

"Kaju... what a cunt." He was out of breath with exertion. He pounded my pussy relentlessly.

His lewd words worked to aggravate my longing for his ferocious cock. I began working my cunt muscles over his cock. I tried to hold his cock tightly inside by squeezing my cunt muscles. Father-in-law moaned with pleasure.

Both of us had completely forgotten the water that was continuously falling over our burning bodies.

"Aaahhhhh... aah... aah..." I realized that I was actually moaning with lust with every plunge he made into my hungry cunt. My pussy was dripping profusely under his onslaught.

Over and over, father-in-law fucked his mammoth cock deep into my wet slick pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. My orgasm hit me like a flash of lightening.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhh..." I moaned shamelessly, completely oblivious to the fact that I was actually coming while fucking my father-in-law. I enjoyed my orgasm with wild abandon.

Father-in-law sensed my orgasm. He began pumping my pussy even harder.

"I'm coming... Kaju... its coming." He moaned and fucked his cock all the way into my ravenous pussy. He cried loudly as his cock began shooting inside me. Wads of thick sticky cum spurt from his massive fuck tool and gushed into my ravenous pussy. He pressed my body against the floor. I put my arms around his neck and enjoyed the hot molten seed erupting from his rigid shaft.

Slowly, the throbbing subsided and his cock began to soften inside me. My legs were still clenching to his waist. He rested his face over my tits, desperately trying to control his erratic breathing.

We remained there in that position, trying to catch our breaths. Then I lowered my leg on the floor. He got up. His limp cock slipped out of me.

His cum oozed out of my freshly fucked pussy, dribbling along the crack of my ass, mixed with the water pouring from the shower. The water helped in rinsing a part of our fuck juices from our bodies.

Father-in-law gave me a satisfied grin.

"God knows Kaju," He smiled. "I never fucked a cunt like yours."

After so recklessly enjoying a mind blowing fuck with my father-in-law, I suddenly found myself turning red with shame and embarrassment.

Father-in-law helped me in washing my cunt. He took his time in working his fingers up my pussy and cleansed every drop of cum deposited.

Still, he was not satisfied. We showered together and only then, he relented and released me. I hurriedly fled to my room, naked, leaving my drenched clothes lying on the bathroom floor.

I closed the doors from the inside and grabbed a towel. I stood in front of my dressing table; dried my soaked body and began drying my wet hair with the towel.

I looked at my naked reflection in the mirror. My body was glowing with the aftereffects of my shower fuck with my father-in-law. I found myself turning crimson.

I had cheated on my loving husband. I wasn't fully responsible for the last day's incident. However, I couldn't deny that I had seen it coming, yet didn't do much to stop it. Perhaps I should have informed Varun about his father's overtures much earlier.

Now, it was too late. The thin line separating my relationship with my father-in-law had been crossed. The truth was that I had enjoyed it; in fact, I rather waited for it to happen today.

By succumbing to the temptation, I had lost any moral ground that I had before starting my lustful relation with my father-in-law.

I saw my daughter stirring in her bed. Afraid that she would wake up at any moment, I dropped the towel, and hurriedly took a new pair of bra and panties from the dresser and slipped them on my body.

I was about to put my salwar and kurta on when there was a knock at the door.

"Who's there?" Although, I knew who it was.

"Kaju... open the door," The horny old man was gain back, "wanna show you something."

"Not yet." I replied, again feeling a sudden rush of excitement running through my body. "I'm still undressed."

Immediately, his lecherous laughter resonated from the other side of door. "Still have something to hide? Please open... I've got something for you."

I thought for a moment, and then opened the door. Father-in-law stepped inside.

He was in his usual dress; his upper body bare and a tahmed carelessly wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide the bulge in front of his crotch. When he saw me standing in only in a bra and panties, his eyes opened wide in admiration.

"It's for you." He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box.

I reached out and took the box in my hand. I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box. Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace. He removed it from the box and held it up.

"It's for you." He whispered.

"No... I can't take it." I refused. "What am I gonna tell Varun."

"Don't worry about him." He handed me the necklace. "Just give him any cock and bull story... he'll believe it."

He moved behind me, took the necklace from me and slipped it around my neck. Then he took me in front of the mirror.

"Kaju... you're gorgeous." He spoke as he slipped his arms around my waist. I felt his hardness pressing into my back.

His hand slipped inside my panties, and his hand touched my juicy, swollen cunt lips and quickly found my clit. He began to rub my tiny love-button.

"No... please stop... not anymore." I resisted, but he didn't listen to me. In a flash, he slipped my panties off my legs. Then he unhooked my bra and dropped it on the floor.

"Now look," Said the horny old man. "so... beautiful."

I stared at the petite naked woman, with only a pearl necklace around her neck, staring at me from the mirror. A pair of hands were working over her hairy pussy from behind. I had never been in such a position.

A sudden wave of arousal rushed through my body.

I felt his cock poking into my ass cheeks. Then I realized that father-in-law had already dropped his tahmed, and he was standing completely naked behind me.

Father-in-law grabbed me from behind and forced me to bend forward.

"No... not." I tried to stop him. "What're you doing?"

He didn't listen and pushed me. I bent forward and grabbed the edge of the dressing table. I was now on all fours with my ass high in air and my hands gripping the dressing table. He positioned himself behind me.

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I held my breath as his mammoth manhood touched my glistening pussy.

He took the cock tip between his thumb and index finger and planted the tip at the opening of my scorching pussy. My entire body shivered with strange anticipation. I was never fucked from behind before. Although, Varun and I were aware about many positions of fucking, but we had never given it a try. It was mostly done in missionary position. Varun never liked to experiment; and I was too prudish to ask for any such thing.

I waited with bated breath.

"Sorry Kaju... can't stop now." I felt his cock head gently opening my inflamed cunt lips.

 

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#Beauty and the Beast @ Deepika Padukone

Introduction...

Deepika Padukone used her right hand to move a rogue tress of her own long hair that hindered her view of a herd of zebras. It was proving to be a troublesome job to keep all her long luscious hair under control while riding a safari jeep in the African savannah. She turned her head left to see her husband David also looking at her with a happy smile and she replied him with a wide smile and grabbed on to his hands before turning back to enjoy the natural majesty of ever stretching landscape of wild Africa.

Deepika and David were a couple that could be said as fated or meant to be together the rest of their lifetime. They were a matching 'beautiful wife and handsome husband' couple. David had a body that turned many of the women's heads and Deepika had a top model body that had the ability to make every guy sport a tent in their pants. Deepika and David decided to visit Africa for a much needed break from their hectic and routine city life.

Deepika and David were having the time of their life during the vacation when an old white man spotted the lovely couple sitting in a safari bar. They both looked good, but it was the beauty of Deepika that grabbed the old man's attention. He politely introduced himself to the couple as a safari trip manager and got into a pleasant conversation with them to build up a warm friendship. When he felt that they were warming up to him and started to trust him, he proposed that he could arrange them a safari to see rare mountain gorillas for a huge discount, just because he liked them.

Two days later, the happy couple was picked up from the hotel by a safari jeep and they were heading into the deep jungle through rugged and rarely used routes. Soon the roads themselves disappeared into the thick jungle and they were driving through the deep jungle. The driver seemed to know where he was going even through the unmarked jungle, and skillfully maneuvered the vehicle through the ever thickening vegetation.

Dave and Deepika were excited about the opportunity to see a rare wild gorilla and were thinking that this was the best part of their whole vacation. When the vehicle stopped after about two hours of driving through the deep jungle, the old man announced that they have reached the location, and they have to get out of the vehicle and track on foot through the jungle to avoid disturbing or spooking the primates. Dave, Deepika, the old man and the African guide were walking in line through a narrow path when suddenly armed men appeared from the jungle and tackled startled Dave and shouted `` Deepika to the ground. Even the strongly built David didn't have a chance with two men jumping on him and when they noticed the guns that were pointed to their heads, both of them stopped the struggle.

Deepika felt the sharp pain of a needle piercing into her arm and lifted her head up from the dirt to see what it was. It was then that she saw the old man and the guide standing in front of her with wide grins, and she realized the fact that they were tricked from the beginning and the danger they were in. within seconds, her eyelids feel heavy with drowsiness and she managed to utter one word before falling asleep.

"Why?"

Deepika woke up to find herself on a bed in a barely illuminated room. She got up in a hurry and started to call for David while observing the small room. It was the size of a small bedroom and was furnished with a metal bed, a small table with a chair, a treadmill, a body length mirror and a small attached bathroom with a sink, shower and a commode. There were three doors on each remaining wall that the bathroom wasn't attached to. Interestingly, half of one of the entire small walls was made of very thick plastic like glass and the other half contained a metal door with a big red button. It was too dark on the other side for her to see anything through the glass and opposite of that wall, on the other small wall, contained another metal door with a big TV screen built in to the wall. The other long wall didn't have anything on it except for another metal door built on the edge that touched the wall with the TV screen. All the doors were locked even though it was strange to have three doors for such a small room.

Deepika suddenly heard a very faint sound of David calling her name. The sound was coming from the other side of the long wall that contained only a door. David was held on the other side of that wall. While Deepika busied her thought for a way to get to David, the TV screen on the wall came to life and it was showing the room where David was being held. The room he was in looked exactly like her except for the missing treadmill, and everything was on the opposite side like it was a mirror image of her room. She realized that they were being held in attached rooms and only the long wall was separating them. He seemed to be fine and he was looking at the direction of the camera. It was then she noticed the small camera hole that was located above the TV screen and she concluded that he must be seeing the image feed of his room or her room. She was relieved to see that David was unharmed and tried to make sense of the situation.

The TV screen flickered a few times and an image of the old man that deceived them into this predicament appeared and Deepika heard the faint sound of David shouting profanities in his room.

"Now, now David. Let's calm down. You are my prisoners and if you don't follow the rules, you both will experience rather uncomfortable punishments," the old man in the TV said with a stern look.

From that, Deepika understood that their captor could hear them and can respond through the TV in real time. Even if he spoke in a calm manner, his threats were real and his eyes showed that he was serious. David must have understood the same thing and Deepika heard his voice fade off from the other side.

"Pardon me for my choice of harsh words. So, first of all, I would like to welcome you both to my humble lab. You lovely couple is here for a great cause and you can be proud that you will be a part of the beginning of world unification and humanity's salvation," The old man said with a smile.

"Let me elaborate on the past proceedings that led to this situation. I am the foremost bioengineering scientist in soviet Russia. Or I could say 'I was', since I'm now working independently," he laughed aloud while Deepika and David failed to find any humor in what he said.

After the round of laughing, he straightened up with a serious look and resumed his lecture.

"After the victory of world war two, mother Russia and the United states entered the cold war era. Both sides were interested in upgrading their infantry; while the USA focused on mechanizing their infantry, we focused on bio-upgrading ours. To put in simple words, to breed super soldiers; soldiers who are much stronger and obedient than average soldiers. One concept that really captured the higher-ups attention was to create humans with strong animal genes in them. Mother Nature had made interbreeding between different species impossible; but we scientists were born to make impossible things possible," old man said with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Soon, my proposal got the government approval and a team of scientists led by myself went to Africa and established our secret research center. The reason we had to come to Africa was because it was easy to keep things in secrecy here and easy availability of test subjects since our objective was to create a hybrid of humans and gorillas."

"We brought few volunteer Russian women with us to provide the eggs because for the cross breed to be intelligent, the eggs had to come from a human mother. So we were genetically modifying the test gorillas little by little to improve their genetic compatibility to humans. Even after years of hard work, we failed to artificially fertilize a human egg with gorilla sperm.

As rays of hope started to fade with time failures, a miracle occurred in those desperate times. One of the women developed a very close bond with one of the test gorillas and crossed the rules of nature to intimately unite with her lover in secrecy. The product of that forbidden union was the salvation of myself and humanity. The woman gave birth to the test number one and it brought back hope for everyone in the project. Even if it lacked the desired intelligence, its sperm had the ability to fertilize unmodified human eggs. Soon, ten mix-bred of the second generation were born. They were more intelligent than the test number one, but still wasn't up to the standard we were looking for.

It was only a matter of time before we reached the sixth generation to achieve the desired intelligence; but when just as the first one from the third generation was born, the Soviet Union collapsed. The government shut-downed our project and killed the test subjects to eliminate all the evidence. I managed to escape with the only third generation mix-bred since it was a crime against humanity to discard everything after we achieved the impossible for the sake of the world.

After staying hidden for years and finding few wealthy and powerful sponsors, I re-launched the super soldier project with our last hope; the only third generation mix-bred, Boris," the old man said the name like he was announcing the name of an actor for Oscar and flipped on a switch.

Light flooded into Deepika's room through the glass wall and she turned around to find a large round room on the other side of the glass wall. She approached the glass wall slowly to inspect the new scenery that was available through the glass. The first thing she noticed was the huge round bed with a dirty brown cover that seemed to have originally been white. What laid on it facing its back to her was a dark figure of a large very hairy man. Its whole back was ripped with muscles and sported abnormally wide shoulders. Then what she noticed was the layout of the big round room. Around the room, she saw four more pairs of glass walls apart from each other, and a metal door that led somewhere straight from the round room. A girl appeared from the glass wall that was facing Deepika's and she noticed that she was a very pretty girl that seemed to be in her early twenties. Inciting her curiosity, the girl was wearing a babydoll that must have come straight from a Victoria's Secrets catalogue. The girl had long wavy blonde hair that flowed down from her shoulders and a petite slender body with reasonably big boobs for the small body. The risqué sleepwear only added more oil to the girl's burning sexiness.

The voice of the old man came back alive, grabbing Deepika's attention back to the screen.

"I did promise you to show gorillas, didn't I? Well, you can see one in the big room if you want to. At least 24% of one," the old man was laughing again after saying that.

"That's Boris. 76% human and 24% gorilla mix-bred; the crown jewel of my research. Doesn't he look exquisite?" the old man paused a bit as if he was waiting for an answer. Seeing the dumbfound looks of both Deepika and David, he continued.

"You must have noticed the other four pairs of rooms around the main room. There are three more couples other than you right now as test subjects in this facility and all of them are part of the new batch that came here within the last week. With you two moving into one of the last two vacated room pairs, we have four couples. Hurray!" The old man was back to his questionable behavior again.

"Why are you keeping us here? Please let us go. We can give you money," Deepika pleaded, trying to open a path out of their dire situation.

"I have more than enough money right now. You are more valuable than money. As for why you are here, I'll have to start explaining from Boris. Being the third generation, Boris possesses superior intelligence and better compatibility with human genes compared to his predecessors. Better compatibility means a better chance for his sperm to fertilize human female eggs. But, due to having to run away with him around the world, I didn't get to follow the proper training procedures when he was growing up. As a result, he lacks some obedience. So extracting sperm for artificial inseminations has become an experience I rather prefer to avoid. Luckily, when he was reaching maturity, he accidently found few adult magazines that were laying around in the house and started to develop an intense sexual interest in human females. So I figured that if it's hard to proceed with artificial insemination, with his interest in human females, I could proceed with natural insemination," The old man said as if he was proud of his smart idea.

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Hi All.



any one want to continue the above story or Replace Deepika with other one ?

#Beauty and the Beast Part - 1 & #Beauty and the Beast Part - 2