Bhagyashri borse innocent to apartment bitch

[devil596]

Bhagya shri is homely figure and she is innocent and her routine is going to college and come home but her life changes when five guys enter their apartment for rent and the watchman ali has eyes on her and he is waiting for his chance one day when she is coming to home



Bhagya strolled along the dusty path from college, her short skirt riding up her thick thighs with every step. Her tight top clung to her full tits, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. She hummed softly, unaware of the five college boys leaning against their rented house gate, eyes locked on her swaying ass.

"Damn, look at that hot body," one muttered, his hand rubbing the bulge in his jeans. "Bhagya, your curves are killing us today. Come hang out, we'll show you a good time."

She turned with a bright smile, her innocent face lighting up. "Oh, hi! Thanks, that's nice of you. I'm just going home now." She waved and kept walking, missing how their stares stripped her naked.

Ali, the old watchman, shuffled forward from his post. His wrinkled face split into a perverted grin as he reached for her bag. "Let me carry that for you, girl. Heavy load for such a sweet thing." His gnarled hand brushed her waist, then pressed firmly into her soft navel, fingers digging into the warm skin. He watched her eyes widen in shock, her body freezing as he rubbed slow circles there.

Bhagya stayed silent, her cheeks flushing but no protest leaving her lips. Ali's cock thickened instantly in his loose pants, the thick shaft hardening as he felt her flat stomach under his touch. He leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You feel that? My dick's getting hard just from touching your navel. Such an innocent slut, letting an old man like me do this."

His erection strained against the fabric, pressing against her hip as he kept his hand planted on her navel, thumb circling lower toward the waistband of her skirt. Bhagya's pussy clenched involuntarily, a strange heat building between her legs, but she bit her lip and said nothing, her naive mind unable to process the dominance in his grip.

From the distance, the five boys watched every second, their cocks rock hard. One whispered, "Fuck, Ali's got his hand all over her. Look at that old perv dominating her. I want to shove my dick down her throat while he fucks her tight pussy."

Another groaned, stroking himself through his pants. "Her ass is begging for it. We should gang up on her soon, fill every hole. Watch her innocent face when we cum all over that hot body." Their lust built as Ali's fingers slipped just under her top, brushing the edge of her panties, his old cock throbbing with the need to bend her over and pound her virgin cunt raw.

Bhagya's breath hitched, but she remained quiet, letting the watchman's perverted touch linger. The boys edged closer in the shadows, ready to make their move and claim her next.

Ali's gnarled fingers slid higher under Bhagya's top, his palm cupping toward her full tit as his thick old cock throbbed against her hip. He squeezed forward, aiming to grab that soft mound and feel her nipple under his rough skin.

Bhagya's eyes flashed wide. She yanked free and bolted down the path toward her house, skirt flapping over her thick ass, tits bouncing with every panicked step. Her breath came fast, that strange heat still pulsing in her untouched pussy, but she didn't look back.

Ali stood frozen in the dust, his wrinkled face twisting in frustration. His erection strained hard in his loose pants, the heavy shaft leaking at the tip from missing his chance to grope her young flesh. "Fuck, that innocent bitch ran," he muttered, hand pressing down on his aching bulge. He watched her curvy body disappear, already planning how he'd trap her next time.

From the shadows near the rented house, the five ugly, dark-skinned Indian boys stared, cocks rigid and leaking in their jeans. Ramesh, the tallest with a pitted face and thick arms, whispered first. "Shit, she got away from that old perv. Look at her tight ass running like that."

Suresh, shorter and stocky with a dark scarred cheek, grunted and rubbed his crotch. "Bhagya's so fucking naive. She let Ali press her navel and didn't even scream. That innocent slut has no idea what we want."

Anil, the one with uneven teeth and black skin glistening with sweat, leaned in close. "We saw it all. Her body froze but her pussy probably got wet. Vijay, Kumar, we need to trap her soon. Surround the path tomorrow, grab those tits and that virgin cunt before anyone else does."

Vijay nodded, his ugly features twisted with lust as he stroked the outline of his fat dick through denim. "Yeah, she's dumb to flirting and touching. We'll dominate her together, fill her mouth with cock while one pounds her ass raw. Make that hot body ours."

Kumar, the youngest-looking but just as dark and rough, added with a low growl, "Her cute face when we gang up on her. She'll stay quiet like with Ali, letting us fuck her tight holes until we cum all over those curves."

Their eyes stayed hungry on the empty path where Bhagya had fled. They shifted closer together, whispering more details of the plan—how to corner her after college, pin her down, and use every inch of her naive body. Cocks twitched with anticipation, ready to surround and claim her the next chance they got.

The festival lights flickered across the apartment courtyard as Bhagya stepped out in her traditional outfit. The thin fabric clung to her curves, her midriff completely bare, the deep neckline leaving most of her breasts exposed. Every man who passed stared openly, their cocks visibly hardening beneath their clothes.

Bhagya joined the lunch line, clutching her plate. Ramesh slid in right behind her. Without warning his hand shot forward, fingers digging hard into her soft navel, pressing deep into the exposed skin. Bhagya froze, eyes widening in shock. She turned her head and saw Ramesh grinning at her, his fingers still buried in her navel. Her lips parted but no sound came out. She stood frozen, too afraid to speak or move.

Later, while washing her hands at the outdoor tap, Suresh appeared behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pressed his mouth roughly against her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. His teeth grazed her pulse point while his tongue dragged wetly across her throat. Bhagya's hands trembled under the running water but she remained silent.

In the evening, Bhagya stepped into the lift alone. Anil followed, the doors closing behind them. Before she could react, he grabbed her face with both hands and forced his mouth onto hers, his tongue pushing past her lips. The taste of him made her stomach turn. She shoved against his chest, breaking the kiss and stumbling out when the doors opened.

Anil cornered her on the staircase, his body blocking her escape. He grabbed her face again and bit down on her cheek, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. Bhagya pushed at his shoulders but he was too strong, his weight pinning her against the wall while he continued biting and sucking at her cheeks.

Finally breaking free, Bhagya ran down the stairs. Kumar was waiting at the bottom. His hands shot out and grabbed both her breasts, fingers squeezing the exposed flesh hard through her thin top. Bhagya screamed, the sound echoing through the stairwell. An elderly neighbor appeared from above, asking what happened. Bhagya stood trembling, her breasts still throbbing from Kumar's grip, but she said nothing. The boys scattered before anyone else arrived.

Alone in her apartment later, Bhagya sat on her bed, her hand pressed to her bitten cheek. Her neck still bore the red mark from Suresh's rough kiss. Her navel ached from Ramesh's grip. Her lips felt bruised from Anil's forced kiss. Her breasts were tender from Kumar's assault. She wondered what the boys would do to her next, knowing they had already crossed every line and would only grow bolder.

 

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PART 2

The next day unfolded like any other. The protagonist moved through her routine with practiced normalcy, the memory of the lift encounter buried beneath the surface. Evening came, and she found herself stepping into the elevator with her mother, the familiar hum of the machinery filling the confined space.

Suresh was already inside.

Her stomach tightened. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor indicator, praying the ride would end quickly. Her mother was already on her phone, speaking in low tones about some family matter. Suresh stood casually against the opposite wall, his gaze sliding over her with quiet amusement.

When her mother turned slightly, absorbed in conversation, Suresh moved. He crossed the space in two steps, his hand catching her waist as he pulled her close. His lips found hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, his tongue pushing past her teeth while her mother stood inches away, oblivious. She froze, her fingers curling against his chest, but she didn't push him away.

He broke the kiss just enough to whisper against her mouth, "Come to our room in the half saree. Or we'll keep doing this wherever we find you."

She nodded once, barely perceptible, her cheeks burning.

That night, the message arrived. "Come tomorrow." She stared at the screen, her mind racing through possibilities—what they might do to her, how many of them there would be, whether they'd stop if she asked. Sleep came in fragments.

Morning arrived with practiced lies. "I'm going to my friend's house," she told her mother. "I'll be back by evening." Her mother agreed without question.

She dressed carefully in the half saree, the fabric clinging to her curves as she made her way to their floor. Her heart hammered as she searched the corridor. Before she could knock, Anil's hand shot out from a doorway, gripping her wrist and yanking her inside. He kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth as he dragged her down the short hallway into their apartment.

The room reeked of cheap alcohol and sweat. Several men sat around a low table, bottles scattered across the surface, their eyes lighting up as Anil pushed her forward. The foul smell hit her immediately—stale liquor, unwashed bodies, something sour and unpleasant that made her stomach turn.

Anil's grip tightened on her arm as he pulled her deeper into the room, the door clicking shut behind them.

 

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PART 3

Ramesh peels off his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular frame and pitted face. He drops his pants next, and Bhagya’s eyes lock on the thick bulge straining against his underwear. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and frees his heavy black cock—eight inches of veined meat that springs up, already leaking.

“Open,” he orders. Bhagya hesitates, lips parting only slightly. Ramesh grabs a fistful of her hair and shoves his cock straight between them, driving the swollen head to the back of her throat in one thrust. Wet, choking sounds fill the room as he fucks her mouth in short, brutal strokes.

“Drink it,” he growls. Hot, salty spurts hit her tongue. Bhagya swallows every pulse, throat working visibly while he keeps her head pinned.

He pulls free with a wet pop, then drops to her chest, sucking hard on each nipple until they’re stiff and glistening. Bhagya’s breath turns into broken moans—high, needy sounds that leak through the thin walls.

Ramesh lines up and slams his cock into her pussy in one stroke. Her walls clench around the thick shaft as he starts pounding, skin slapping skin. Bhagya’s moans grow louder, desperate: “Ahh—ahh—fuck—!” The four men waiting outside hear every cry.

Unable to hold back, they push the door open. Suresh is first; he shoves Ramesh aside, sinks his cock into her dripping cunt, and fucks her fast and rough. Bhagya’s moans turn into wails as he buries himself to the root and unloads, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. When he finally pulls out, a white flood spills down her thighs. Suresh steps back, breathing hard, satisfied smirk on his face as the others crowd closer.

Ramesh—shorter, stocky, a dark scar cutting across his cheek—pushes the door open. Bhagya lies naked under the thin sheet, still trembling from Suresh’s load. She yanks the fabric up to her chin when she sees him. Ramesh snatches the sheet away in one rough tug, exposing every inch of her cum-smeared skin. He climbs onto the bed, straddling her hips, and drops his full weight beside her.

Bhagya’s eyes widen. “Please—”

He silences her with a hard, open-mouthed kiss, tongue forcing its way past her lips. While he kisses her, his hand slides down, fingers spreading her slick folds. She whimpers into his mouth. Ramesh breaks the kiss only to bite the soft skin just above her navel, teeth sinking in hard enough to leave a red mark. Bhagya gasps, back arching.

He lines his thick cock up and drives straight into her cum-filled pussy in one thrust. Wet, squelching sounds fill the room as he starts pounding—deep, steady strokes that make her breasts bounce. Bhagya’s moans rise immediately: “Ahh—ahh—fuck—Ramesh—!”

He keeps the rhythm brutal and constant, hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. The bed creaks under them. Sweat beads on his scarred cheek. Bhagya’s moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure, each one louder than the last: “Ahh—ahh—yes—deeper—!”

Ramesh fucks her without pause for twenty straight minutes, never slowing, never pulling out. Her walls flutter and clench around him until his balls tighten. At the last second he yanks free, strokes twice, and sprays thick ropes of cum across her navel and lower belly. The hot, sticky mess pools in her belly button and drips down her sides.

He sits back on his heels, breathing hard, admiring the fresh load glistening on her skin. The door creaks again—another man is already stepping inside, cock in hand, eyes locked on Bhagya’s freshly used body
Anil pushes the door wider, black skin shining with sweat, uneven teeth bared in a hungry grin. Bhagya lies on her back, Ramesh’s fresh load still glistening on her navel. Anil climbs straight onto the bed and straddles her chest, leaning down to drag his tongue across her cheek, tasting dried cum and sweat. She flinches, but he keeps licking—long, wet strokes from jaw to temple, then down to her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips.

Bhagya moans softly, “Mmm—ahh—” as he shifts lower, sucking one nipple hard into his mouth. His teeth graze the stiff peak while his tongue flicks it. Her back arches; another moan slips out, louder this time: “Ahh—Anil—!”

He flips her onto all fours without warning, knees spreading her thighs. One hand grips her hip; the other guides his thick cock straight into her slick pussy first, pounding deep for several strokes so the wet, slapping sounds echo. Bhagya’s moans turn frantic: “Ahh—ahh—fuck—yes—!”

Anil pulls out, lines up with her tight ass, and pushes in. She cries out sharply, but he doesn’t stop—steady, forceful thrusts that make her whole body rock forward. Each thrust draws another broken moan: “Ahh—ahh—deeper—!” He keeps the rhythm brutal, hips slapping her ass, sweat dripping from his chest onto her back.

After several minutes he yanks free, spins her around, and strokes his cock twice before unloading thick ropes across her face. Cum splatters her lips, cheeks, and lashes. Panting, he grabs his phone, snaps a nude photo of her cum-covered face. Bhagya quickly covers her eyes with both hands. Anil knocks her hands away, takes another shot—both of them naked, her face streaked, his cock still half-hard beside her.

The door creaks again. Vijay steps inside, wicked smile already spreading as he takes in the scene.

 

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PART 4

Vijay pushed the door open and stepped inside the dimly lit room. His eyes locked on Bhagya, who stood waiting. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he ordered.

Bhagya dropped down immediately. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and guided the swollen head between her lips. Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip before she took more of him into her warm mouth. She moved at a deliberate pace, sliding her lips up and down his length while her tongue pressed flat against the underside. Vijay groaned and tilted his head back, lost in the sensation.

After several slow strokes, he reached down, gripped her shoulders, and pulled her up. His mouth crashed against hers in a deep French kiss. Their tongues tangled wetly while his hands roamed over her body. He walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed, then pushed her down onto the mattress.

Vijay climbed over her, spread her thighs, and drove his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. Bhagya cried out, her voice breaking into moans as he started pounding into her.

"Ahh... ahh... oh fuck... mmm... ahh!" Her cries grew louder with every rough stroke. Vijay slammed into her again and again, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. "Ahh! Yes... harder... ahh!"

Just as Vijay buried himself deep inside her, the door creaked open. Kumar walked in holding an open bottle of alcohol, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.

Kumar stepped closer to the bed where Bhagya lay panting. He tilted the bottle and let a stream of alcohol splash across her navel. The liquid pooled in the shallow dip of her stomach. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her skin, sucking the liquor from her navel before dragging his tongue in slow circles over the wet spot.

Bhagya's face twisted with disgust. Her body stayed still, unable to push him away. Kumar swallowed the last drops, then grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. He yanked her up onto her knees and shoved his cock into her pussy without warning. Bhagya gasped, the sound turning into a broken moan.

"Ahh... ahh... mmm... ahh!" Her cries echoed as Kumar thrust hard and fast, the wet slap of skin filling the room. He pulled her upright, still buried inside her, then lifted her entire body. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the wall and slammed her back against it.

Kumar drove upward, fucking her against the cold surface. Bhagya's moans grew louder with each thrust.

"Ahh! Oh god... ahh... ahh!" Her voice cracked as he pounded into her. Kumar's grip tightened on her ass while he kept her pinned, his cock slamming deep until her body shook.

Hours later, after five different men had taken turns with her, Bhagya lay sprawled across the mattress. Her skin glistened with sweat and alcohol. She closed her eyes, exhausted, and slipped into a deep sleep.

Bhagya stirred awake around three in the afternoon. Sunlight cut through the curtains in thin lines across the mattress where she lay tangled in damp sheets. Her body ached in places she didn't want to name. She checked the clock, cursed under her breath, and wrapped the single towel tighter around herself before slipping out of the bedroom.

The living area was quiet except for the soft breathing of the five men scattered across couches and the floor. Vijay, Kumar, and three others lay passed out in various states of undress. Bhagya moved carefully past them toward the bathroom.

Inside, she turned on the shower and let the water run over her skin. She scrubbed at the dried alcohol and sweat, trying to wash away the night. The sound of running water echoed off the tiles.

Anil woke at the noise. He pushed himself up from the couch, rubbed his eyes, and followed the sound to the bathroom door. He knocked once, then again.

Bhagya cracked the door open just enough to see his face. Anil didn't wait. He shoved the door hard, forcing it open and stepping inside.

"You're bathing without me," he said, already pulling off his clothes. His shirt hit the floor, then his pants. He stood naked in front of her, cock half-hard. "Get in. Now."

Bhagya had no room to argue. She stepped back under the spray. Anil joined her, water running down his chest. He handed her the bar of soap.

"Clean me," he ordered.

She lathered her hands and ran them over his chest first, then lower. When she reached his cock, he grabbed her wrist and guided her fingers around it. "Stroke it properly."

Bhagya worked the soap along his length, her hand sliding up and down in steady strokes. Anil's breathing grew heavier. His cock hardened fully in her grip. She kept going until he pulled her hand away.

"I'm going to piss," he said. "Open your mouth."

Bhagya froze, eyes wide. "What?"

"You heard me, bitch. Open."

She shook her head and tried to step back, but Anil caught her face with both hands. His fingers dug into her cheeks, forcing her jaw open. He angled his cock and let the stream of urine fill her mouth. The hot liquid hit her tongue and throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but he held her steady until he finished.

The moment he let go, Bhagya spit and coughed, rinsing her mouth under the shower again and again. Her hands shook as she wiped her lips. She didn't say a word. She turned off the water, grabbed her towel, and walked out of the bathroom without looking back.

The men were still asleep. She moved quietly through the room, gathered her scattered clothes, and left the apartment without making a sound. The door clicked shut behind her. She walked the short distance to her own place, towel clutched tight, and stepped inside without drawing attention from anyone in the hallway.