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Mr. Rewat told Lavanya, "He is a real cuckold and like you, I would also feel thrilled to enjoy someone's wife in front of her husband. If he doesn't bother us during love making let him watch us, enjoy and ejaculate. He too had his share of fun since he had been so liberal to us. Particularly Lavanya, you must appreciate that he knew his disability and allowed you to enjoy it."

"Yes, that's true," admitted Lavanya, "But I too had told him that whatever it might have been, I would not venture out for pleasure once I am married. But for his cuckold desires he instigated you and me to renew our old liaison. At least once, I will humiliate him for his cuckold desires."

This conversation between Mr. Rewat and Lavanya occurred in the absence of Ravi. So when he got the permission to watch his wife with Mr. Rewat, Ravi was eagerly present in the room. Ravi enjoyed seeing his wife getting drilled by his boss or to see Lavanya sucking the cock of the boss like a slut.

On their part, Mr. Rewat sometimes complemented Lavanya by telling Ravi that he had a real hot wife and like a cuckold Ravi enjoyed. But Lavanya was a bit cruel towards Ravi. So sometimes when Ravi ejaculated watching their height of enjoyment, Lavanya would laugh at him. It so happened that after six or seven months of Mr. Rewat's renewed sexual liaison with Lavanya, Ravi and Lavanya never went to bed together without Mr. Rewat's presence. Officially, she was the wife of Ravi but sexually she served Ravi's boss. Gradually, Mr. Rewat started sharing a bed with Lavanya almost regularly.

But as Ravi continued to enjoy his cuckold desires by openly allowing Lavanya to go to bed with Mr. Rewat and encouraging their dirty games in front of him, on her part Lavanya became more obsessive to humiliate Ravi. One night in the presence of both Rewat and Ravi she said to Ravi, "I am your naughty wife and could not offer you my virgin pussy as I took Rewat's dick before. But if you like I would like to offer you my virgin asshole."

Aware of his own weakness, Ravi decided to decline rather than becoming a laughing stock after his failure. Lavanya teased telling Mr. Rewat, "He knows he can't do it. So he is giving you a walk over. But your thing is so big, please be gentle."

Ravi, however, could not escape the humiliation. He was made to massage Lavanya's anal hole with lubricant making it slippery to receive Mr. Rewat's cock, put a condom on Mr. Rewat's dick and he watched his wife teethering in pain and pleasure as she positioned herself on her knees keeping her asses lifted displaying her asshole and Mr. Rewat invaded her tight rectal hole with his 9" long thick flesh rod.

Since it was her first ass fuck, it took considerable time for Mr. Rewat to insert his tool in her tight hole and now and then Lavanya was screaming. Every Time his attempt to penetrate failed, he slapped hard on her asses making her scream and turning her white asses red. Her tits were hanging from above swinging most seductively as she was on her knees and while attempting to invade her rectal hole, Mr. Rewat often squeezed those swinging flesh mounds and told Ravi, "Your wife has real warm boobs like a slut."

Ravi enjoyed every action and by the time Mr. Rewat's shaft was completely buried in Lavanya's asshole, she gave a shrill scream and fell flat in her belly with Mr. Rewat on her back, his hard cock fully inside her asshole. As Mr. Rewat started pumping in and out, Ravi discharged his load helplessly on the bed. Lavanya's eyes were shut, she was enjoying Mr. Rewat's cock drilling her ass when Mr. Rewat exclaimed, referring to Ravi's discharge, "He has lost control."

Lavanya opened her eyes and found Ravi's cum on the bed sheet and said, "It will leave a mark on this bedsheet. Lick it clean immediately."

Ravi licked it clean in front of them like an obedient servant. After Mr. Rewat had fucked her and ejaculated, Lavanya took out the condom from Mr. Rewat's dick and gave it to Ravi to dispose. Later as the two cajoled on bed, Ravi was asked to serve them cups of coffee.

As days passed, Ravi's humiliation at the hand of Lavanya was on the rise. One night as Mr. Rewat was busy sucking Lavanya's nipples, Ravi was asked to give oral caress to her pussy to make it ready for Mr. Rewat. Later the same night, after Lavanya and Mr. Rewat had reached the climax and disengaged, Ravi was asked to wipe Mr. Rewat's dick clean with a napkin. Ravi obeyed. But when he was asked to lick and clean Lavanya's pussy that was oozing out thick seminal fluid of Me. Rewat, Ravi expressed his reluctance.

Lavanya was angry at his disobedience. She reminded Ravi that to fulfill his cuckold desires he had her turned to a slut of his boss and if he wouldn't obey her commands she would tell everyone of his cuckold nature. Ravi finally licked clean her oozing pussy. Gradually, Lavanya made Ravi to suck and lick her pussy and asshole to make her ready for Mr. Rewat and also to suck her ass and pussy clean after Mr. Rewat had fucked her holes.

For months things went like this. Ravi had got two lifts in office by offering Lavanya to Mr. Rewat. He was then just a rank below Mr. Rewat in the official hierarchy. Lavanya had by then become a perfect mistress of Mr. Rewat offering him her both the holes and mouth regularly at home and accompanying him on tours. It was then when Ravi decided to settle his scores.

It was early January. In the darkness of the bedroom, with Ravi beside them, Lavanya was nude in the embrace of Mr. Rewat, who was nude too. After cajoling for sometimes, Mr. Rewat wanted to ass fuck Lavanya that night. Lavanya laid in her belly spreading her legs so that her asshole was visible. As usual, Ravi had massaged lubricant and licked her asshole making it pliant to receive Mr. Rewat's tools. As Mr. Rewat started pounding, Lavanya was moaning, her face turned towards the bed was partially covered by her disheveled hairs. Her moans revealed that she was enjoying the thrusts that Mr. Rewat's hard cock was delivering at her asshole. Neither Lavanya nor Mr. Rewat cared about Ravi as they knew from their experience that at their moment of climax Ravi would ejaculate helplessly like a perfect couple. So they were engrossed in their own erotic game of lust.

The rhythm broke suddenly as someone dragged Lavanya by her hair lifting her face slightly from the bed, pressed her cheeks and roughly shoved a monstrous cock in her mouth, almost gagging her as its tip touched her throat. She let out an uncomfortable sound. Mr. Rewat, who was busy plowing her asshole also faced a breach of rhythm and looked in the dark room to discover a tall figure standing in front of his partner, her hairs in the rough grip. Mr. Rewat tried to understand what was happening. But before he could understand anything, lights of the bedroom were on and two cameras flashed capturing him still inside the asshole of Lavanya. Sensing something wrong, Mr. Rewat disengaged immediately and tried to cover his nudity. He was held tightly by three strong musclemen.

Mr. Rewat shivered as he noticed the man who had pushed his monstrous cock inside Lavanya's mouth and was holding her by her airs. He was a dark person, having a severe cut mark on his face and a deep scar on his forehead. The man was almost 6 feet in height with a muscular body.

His three muscle men had guns with them. Mr. Rewat smelled trouble and yet he dared to say, "Leave that lady. If you have anything to say let us talk about it. And you should not sexually assault a lady."

Lavanya was trying to get rid of the stranger who had attacked her and had rammed his monstrous meat in her mouth. But she was too weak physically compared to her attacker. The man who attacked Lavanya held her by the air and said to Mr. Rewat, "Don't call this bitch a lady. She is a slut and you have been enjoying being with her so long. Now she is going to be my mistress."

Mr. Rewat angrily replied, "You're not the moral police to decide who enjoys with whom inside one's house. You better leave us before I call the police."

The man laughed with utmost obscenity and said, "Can you tell the police that you're enjoying illicit relations with your subordinate's wife? We have your nude photos with her and you better resign from your post making place for her cuckold husband to occupy your position.

And you better not bother about the police. I'm Kala Shankar, the loan shark of this locality and the police will not trouble me for my political connections."

"But what is our fault?" Mr. Rewat gathered courage to ask, ""We were enjoying ourselves in our house and that too with the consent of her husband. Just ask him, where is Ravi?"

Since Kala Shankar stormed into bedroom with his goons, Ravi was not there. Now everyone looked for him. Kala Shankar called Ravi by name, who appeared from the next room with a sheepish grin and said to Mr. Rewat and Lavanya, "I am a cuckold and so long you humiliated me. Now Mr. Rewat your days are over, you will quietly leave your job opening further career opportunities for me to take over your post.

As a cuckold I used your weakness for Lavanya to get lifts in my career while you were busy fucking this slut and got you involved in such irregularities that even if you don't wish to quit the job, you will be sacked by the authority.

I took a big loan from Kala Shankar showing him this sexy slut that if I fail to refund the loan I will offer her as his mistress. I tolerated all the humiliations she inflicted for the right moment. Today the right time had arrived. You will quit the post opening avenue for me. But before you leave, you will watch helplessly how a cuckold can turn his wife to a real slut by offering her to Kala Shankar and his goons."

As Ravi stopped, he gestured something to Kala Shankar. At his command, the goons tied Mr. Rewat to a chair. Ravi asked Kala Shankar and his goons to take care of Lavanya in front of all. Lavanya tried her best to plead with Ravi. She was frightened to look at the huge muscular bodies of Kala Shankar and his goons.

Kala Shankar and his three goons stripped completely and Lavanya was full of horror looking at their hard tools that threatened to tear her apart by their size. Lavanya covered her face in shame but Kala Shankar said to her, "Get ready bitch. Today you will learn how to become a good slut in front of your husband and lover. Don't pretend to be ashamed, you've already shown your naked body to your lover."

Kala Shankar roughly brought Lavanya at the center of the room. Lavanya was already nude. Kala Shankar said to her, "You have the figure of a slut. From today you forget your lover - me and my men will give you all the pleasures that your body needs."

As Kala Shankar said this his hands groped Lavanya's round asses. One of his goons was slapping her clean shaved pussy while the other two were squeezing her nipples making her scream.

Kala Shankar asked Ravi, "Since you have given us this opportunity, so today we will fulfill your desires. Tell me how you want us to make her our whore."

Shamelessly, Ravi said that he wanted to see all their cocks in Lavanya's mouth. But it was too much for Lavanya to accommodate four hard cocks in her mouth. So she was made to kneel down in front of them and keep giving oral caresses to their cocks alternately. As she gave them oral service, they were using dirty abusive words.

At Ravi's wish, in the next phase, Lavanya was made to be on her four limbs like a bitch exposing her anal hole and as she kept screaming in pain, Kala Shankar and his three goons sodomized her one after another. Her asshole was sore and Ravi asked, "How do you like these tools in your ass, dear? It may be aching now, you'll get used to it after a few sessions."

Lavanya didn't reply knowing that Ravi was taking his revenge. In the next phase, Mr. Rewat was forced to lick and suck her pussy to prepare her for them. After Lavanya was all wet in her pussy and was moaning like a whore, she was made to lay on her back folding her legs so that her craving wet pussy was visible to all. She was made to hang her head and one of the goons started fucking her mouth standing towards her mouth. The hands of the goon were on her boobs pulling them roughly towards her mouth.

Lavanya was asked to keep her legs folded while getting her mouth fucked. Despite pain and intermittent screams, Lavanya's pussy also discharged occasional juices due to physical manipulation of her body. Looking at her dripping pussy hole one of the goons inserted his fingers making her shiver. Ravi asked Mr. Rewat, "Hi boss, have I arranged the right treatment of your sexy slut?"

Mr. Rewat looked down at the cast and did not reply. But he spontaneously looked at Lavanya as she let out a gagged sound to find that the goon mouth fucking her had exploded inside her and his sticky cum was flowing down her cheeks while the goon was slapping his then partially limp cock on her face, eyelids, forehead smearing her face with his residual cum.

Kala Shankar, who had been watching the spectacle for so long could not restrain anymore. He went near Lavanya kissing her lips and pushing his tongue inside to play with Lavanya's tongue. Lavanya had repulsion at the smell of his mouth that smelled of alcohol and tobacco. But she could hardly do anything to prevent a bull like Kala Shankar. Slowly, Kala Shankar brought his face near her boobs and began to suck the nipples.

Despite the pain inflicted on her, hot and sexy that Lavanya was, she started getting aroused and her wet pussy was craving for a meat baton inside. She tried to guide Kala Shankar's huge dick in her pussy. But Kala Shankar decided to keep teasing her till she begged. Before putting his rod inside her pussy Kala Shankar made Lavanya declare that she was willingly becoming his slut and henceforth would obey all his commands.

Mr. Rewat watched sullenly as Lavanya was hard fucked by Kala Shankar and she participated like a shameless slut moaning uncontrollably and finally hugging Kala Shankar tightly as she had shuddering orgasms.

Ravi enjoyed as one after another the goons of Kala Shankar made her take their cocks in her pussy after she was released by Kala Shankar. Mr. Rewat submitted his resignation to Ravi telling sadly, "You have taken your revenge as a cuckold husband and now let Lavanya share these goons every night."

Ravi corrected him, "At least they will not visit here to fuck her and will take her to their den to satisfy them or their new customers every night. She will remain at home during the day cooking for me and doing all the household work, and every evening I will drop her at their den to serve as a whore. If on her periods, they will use her mouth.

This is the best revenge I could have taken on my sexy wife making her a slut and on my boss by turning him out if his job to occupy his position in the office."

THE-END

 

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Megha Akash was a 27-year-old newlywed young bride. Her parents wanted a comfortable life for her. So they married her into a rich family. Her new home was as luxurious as she could imagine. But she lacked the freedom she enjoyed before marriage.

Her husband, Ravi, worked as an architect. Due to his demanding job, he spent weeks at the project site and rarely returned home. This meant Megha was left in the house with her in-laws. Apart from them, there was also a middle-aged helper, Kishan, who stayed with the family.

Like any other bride, Megha had sexual urges, but her husband’s obsession with work left her sexually unsatisfied. Her attractive physique caught everyone’s attention in the neighborhood. Even though she dressed conservatively while going out, her sari could not hide her curves.

After her marriage, many neighbors invited her family for dinner to get a chance to stare at her body. Everyone from the watchman to the shopkeepers used to check out her curvy ass when she would walk past them. She enjoyed the attention.

Deep down inside, it also made her sad as she longed for her husband to satisfy her. She eventually turned to masturbation to release the sexual tension in her body. Every afternoon after the elders went to sleep, she would lock herself inside her bathroom.

She would turn on the shower and rub herself while fantasizing about having hardcore sex. She hoped that due to the sound of the shower, no one would notice. But she was wrong.

Like many others, the family helper, Kishan, had been eyeing the new member of the family. But unlike the outsiders who had only seen Megha dressed in a conservative sari, Kishan had seen her in much more revealing outfits. His favorite part of the day was when Megha changed into her nightie before bed.

Not only did the nightie fail to cover her thighs, but it also gave a nice view of her juicy tits. Kishan would visit her room every night with the excuse of making her bed. In reality, all he wanted was to watch his mistress walk around in skimpy clothes.

Since Kishan had been living with the family for many years, Megha didn’t mind his presence in her room at night. Megha didn’t know the locality very well. Kishan used to accompany her to the market. He noticed that although she pretended to dress like a conservative wife. She always enjoyed getting everyone’s attention. Her behavior made him suspect that she would eventually have an affair. No way a young bombshell like her would stay faithful to her husband, who was mostly absent.

In the afternoon, after finishing his work, he would often masturbate while fantasizing about Megha having sex with her lover. On one such afternoon, his desires got the better of him. He decided he would watch her sleeping mistress while masturbating.

He walked up to her room but was disappointed to find that her bed was empty and she was taking a shower. Dejected, he decided to try again later, but something caught his attention. He could hear a low moan coming from the bathroom.

It seemed like Megha was hurt, so he called out her name, but no response came. He suspected the worst. Megha must have slipped inside and lost consciousness. Thinking it was an emergency, he pushed the door open with force. What he saw next surprised him. Megha was lying on the floor with her legs apart and handing over her pussy. She was lost in the euphoria and hadn’t heard Kishan call out her name. Seeing him rush inside, she instinctively closed her legs and pulled them close to her body.

She tried covering her boobs with her arms, but they were too big for her skinny arms. She looked up at Kishan and saw him staring down at her wet body. Despite her best attempt, her boobs were spilling out of her arms. Seeing her in that state, Kishan couldn’t take his eyes off her.

They stared at each other in uncomfortable silence. Kishan finally spoke, “I am sorry, madam, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you moaning, and I thought you had hurt yourself.” Saying this, he turned back and walked out, leaving Megha alone on the floor. She was embarrassed that Kishan had seen her in such a compromising position. What if he tells this to someone else? What if he tells this to her in-laws? A million things were running through her mind.

She eventually gathered herself and started looking for something to cover her body. She realized she had left her clothes on her bed. So she stepped out of the bathroom. She found that Kishan was still standing there with a towel in his hand, to her surprise.

Before Megha could say anything, he came close to her and covered her upper body with the towel. While placing the towel, she could feel his fingers touch against her bare skin. Megha was conscious that she was still naked below her waist.

Only her hand covered her pussy. Rest everything was visible to Kishan. She tried to break the uncomfortable silence.

Megha: It’s not like it looks like Kishan bhaiya. I was just washing down there.

Kishan held her by her shoulders.

Kishan: You don’t have to be ashamed, madam. What you were doing is a perfectly natural thing.

Megha blushed. Her flimsy excuse was not enough. She stared at the floor in embarrassment.

Kishan: I understand your situation, madam. A young woman like you has urges that require attention. Unfortunately, your husband doesn’t provide you with that. I am sorry for you.

Megha was uncomfortable. She didn’t like that someone like Kishan talked with her about masturbation while she stood there half-naked. Kishan’s hands were still pressing down on her shoulders.

Megha: I don’t know what to say, Kishan bhaiya. You weren’t supposed to see me like that. But now that you have, can you promise me you will keep it a secret?

Kishan: Of course, madam, why would I tell anyone else? I have served this family faithfully for years. I will continue to do so. Seeing you in such a helpless state is difficult for me. If you allow me, I can serve you to the best of my ability.

Megha: I am grateful for your concern Kishan. But you can serve me well by keeping this a secret, especially from my in-laws. Seeing her getting worried, Kishan realized that she was desperate.

Kishan: I’ll do that only if you promise to accept my help.

Megha was apprehensive, as was Kishan trying to blackmail her.

Megha: I can’t sleep with you, Kishan bhaiya, if that’s what you want from me.

Kishan held her face with his palms and lifted it. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And here she was at his mercy.

Kishan: That’s not my intention, madam. I would never do that to a faithful wife like you. You have maintained your chastity despite your husband leaving you alone, and I admire that. I want to make life easier for you.

Megha wasn’t sure where this was going. She looked cluelessly at Kishan, who was cupping her face with his palms.

Kishan: There are a lot more things you can do other than rubbing yourself. But you need a man’s touch to feel those pleasures. As your servant, I feel it is my duty to provide you with that.

Megha: It’s not your job to pleasure me, Kishan.

Kishan: No, madam, I can’t see you struggling like this. I see no other way than to inform your husband. If he finds out what you are going through, he will pay more attention.

Megha panicked at hearing this. Her husband found out this was the last thing she wanted.

Megha: No, Kishan! I told you there is no need for that. I can handle it on my own. You don’t have to worry about it.

Kishan: I’ll leave it up to you, Meghaji. I have already seen you naked. There is no harm in giving it a try. You can take your time to think over whether you want my help or not. Just don’t punish yourself for your husband’s faults.

Saying this, Kishan walked out of the room. He knew he had played his cards right. He left Megha indecisive. On the surface, Kishan did make sense. It was her husband who had not been paying attention to her.

Why should she be the one suffering because of that? And how wrong can some touching be? It’s not like she was having sex with another man.

The rest of the day, she avoided eye contact with Kishan. She didn’t want to seem too eager for his offer. At night Kishan visited her room as usual to make her bed. Like every day, Megha was wearing a nightie. But today, she wasn’t wearing a robe over that to cover herself in front of him.

She stayed quiet while he did his work, and after he was done, she sat on the corner of the bed with her legs on full display. Kishan already had an erection by now. “Why was she not wearing a robe?” he thought to himself. Although his work was done, his eyes were still glued to her legs.

As Kishan stared at her, she adjusted her legs, and he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. He realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, and he hungrily looked up into her eyes.

Megha was staring back at him. Kishan realized her intent and placed his hands on her thighs. Megha shivered and held his hands, pretending to stop them. But Kishan knew she wanted it but didn’t want to show she was asking for it. He kept moving his hands up her legs until they reached underneath her nightie.

Megha had started breathing heavily as Kishan pushed her nightie up to her waist and cupped her bare pussy. His other hand started moving upward to grab her breasts, but she stopped him.

Megha: This is not for your enjoyment Kishan, remember. You promised you wanted to serve me, now is your chance.

Kishan was not going to argue. This was once in a lifetime opportunity he would get to feel up a rich lady. Right now, his goal was to give her pleasures that she had never experienced before. He parted her legs and pushed her back on the bed.

While looking straight into her eyes, he started eating her pussy. Megha was overwhelmed by the sensation she felt. She closed her eyes and tried to savor the moment. “This is not cheating,” she kept telling herself. As long as there is no penetration, this should be fine.

The thought of penetration excited her even more. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. Meanwhile, Kishan covered her mouth with his hand as she started to moan. He saw her enjoying herself and decided to take another chance at feeling her breasts.

To his surprise, Megha didn’t protest this time. She let him grope her boobs. This gave him more confidence. He started pinching her nipples from over her dress. This combination pushed Megha into orgasm, and she pushed his face between her legs.

Kishan got up and wiped his face, covered in some hard-earned sweat. He knew he had done everything right. After today Megha would be craving for his magic. He turned back, pleased with himself and walked out.

A day that started with him wanting to jerk off to her had ended with him first watching her naked and then eating her out. He went to bed knowing that all the rich men in the neighborhood would be jerking off in their bathrooms thinking about the woman he had just laid his hands on.

The next morning he woke up planning his next move. He knew his next opportunity might come that afternoon. After lunch, he waited for the elders to sleep and quietly slipped into Megha’s room. Again he found that she was inside her bathroom taking a shower.

After he broke through the door yesterday, the door could not be locked. So he took his clothes off and pushed the door open. Megha was rubbing soap on her body when she saw someone enter the bathroom. She was surprised to see Kishan walk in naked.

He was asking for her permission till a day ago. Today he was bold enough to pull his dick out in front of her while she was nude. Kishan just stood there watching the water running down her body. He gently massaged his dick with his hand while making eye contact with her.

Megha was surprised at his boldness. She wanted to scold him, but the sight of his growing dick softened her response. She would have to use every ounce of her energy to control herself.

Megha: I wasn’t doing anything, Kishan. I was taking a bath.

Kishan just smiled. It didn’t matter to him whether she was taking a shower or not. He was too horny to give up this opportunity when everyone else in the house was asleep. He came close to her and stood behind her back. And there it was, the famous bubble butt that every man in the neighborhood had been fantasizing about. As Megha was shivering under the cold water, her ass was swaying seductively. Kishan would have liked nothing more than to fuck her from behind in that position.

His hands instinctively grabbed her waist, and he pulled her closer to himself. His erect dick found the sweet spot between her butt cheeks, and he began grinding his dick on her ass. But Megha, who had so far been quiet, was alerted by this.

Megha: I can’t have sex with you, Kishan. That would be cheating, and I can’t do that to my husband.

Kishan: Don’t worry, madam, I would never do anything without your permission. I respect your choice. After all, you are a faithful wife.

 

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Megha: No penetration.

He kept grinding despite Megha’s feeble protest. Precum was oozing from his dick, and it made it easier for his cock to slide between her buttcheeks.

Kishan (whispered in her ear): You need a man’s touch since your husband is away. There is no harm in a little skin-to-skin rubbing.

Megha kept murmuring, “No penetration.” It was less of an instruction to Kishan but rather a reminder not to cross the line. While her mouth weakly protested, her body was giving in. All the rubbing had made it wet. She could feel the warmth of his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.

She was longing for such attention. She closed her eyes and arched her back. This gave Kishan the signal to go further. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. Pressed against her body, he realized how soft her ass was.

He tried to grope her breasts, but she covered them with her arms. So he did what he learned yesterday was the best way to weaken her defense. He slid one of his hands down over her clit and started rubbing it.

Megha was in a trance as she was pleasured from the front and behind. Her grip loosened, and Kishan used that opportunity to cup her breasts. Unlike yesterday, there was no cloth in his way, and he could feel the soft skin of her tits.

He realized Megha was getting close to her orgasm. So he increased the pace of grinding his dick on her ass. He wanted to cum with her because he knew she would not let him explore her body that easily once she came. Megha felt the tension building inside her body.

She grabbed Kishan’s hand, rubbed her clit and pressed it even harder. Seeing she was asking for more, Kishan pinched her nipple, and they both climaxed at that moment. Kishan shot loads of cum on her back. He could feel his warm jizz sliding down her body.

Even after he climaxed, he kept rubbing his limp dick on her ass. He was acting like a hungry dog who didn’t know when to get his next meal. Megha was too tired to protest. She was still gasping for breath. Kishan tried to make the most of this opportunity.

He stepped to her side, bent down on his knees. He started licking the breast he had been holding for so long. Her nipples were hard after all the excitement she had just experienced. She tried pushing his face away from her tits, but this was a new experience for her. She was too tired to care, so she let him have his way.

Kishan hungrily sucked on her tits. There was no way he was going to let her go without fucking her brains out. But he had to find a way to convince her. He knew that once she was close to her orgasm, she was much more receptive to his incursions.

But he would have to take things slow. Otherwise, she might push him away. After sucking on her tits for a while, he stood up and cleaned his dick in the shower. Megha had also gathered herself, and she stepped out of the bathroom before Kishan could try anything else.

Kishan realized he had broken too many boundaries on the same day. He would have to be more patient from now on. He decided not to visit her that night. He wanted her to get more desperate for her orgasm. He wanted her to beg him for more to have the upper hand in the relationship.

Then he could make her do things that she would normally not approve of. He started spacing out the days between his visits to her room, which worked. Megha was edgier every time he visited her. She would dress seductively to catch his attention.

Every time he visited her, she offered herself to him and let him use her however he wanted. With this plan, Kishan began exploring different things on every visit. Anytime she protested, he would not visit her for the next few days.

He would have her kneel under the shower and place his dick between her juicy tits. She was new to all this, but she quickly learned how to give a boobjob. She would let him suck her tits or eat her pussy. Anything, as long as she could get an orgasm.

Their afternoon session was usually short. But they had much more time during the night when everyone was asleep. He would pull down the straps of her nightie to release her tits. In that semi-naked state, make her sit in his lap. Before going to bed, his dinner was her boobs.

While she was in his lap, his hands would roam freely over her body. The only rule she had was “No Penetration.” other than that. He could grab her ass, feel her pussy and even rub her asshole. But despite getting so much freedom from his mistress, Kishan was greedy for more.

He wanted to find a way to get past her last rule. He knew she wanted his cock, seeing the way she would grind her pussy over his dick. But she wanted to keep pretending that she was not cheating on her husband. Having full-fledged sex would break that illusion.

Right now, she could tell herself that letting Kishan rub her was no different than she was rubbing herself. All this drama made Kishan restless. He was so close yet so far. He had already pushed Megha so far. He only needed to come up with some excuse to fuck the young bride.

Kishan would slide his raging hardon between her legs every day. But as much as it turned her on, she did not reveal her feelings. Kishan sensed that she wanted it too by noticing how wet she would get every time he would rub his cock over her pussy.

But she was looking for some excuse to reveal her slutty side. So Kishan came up with a cunning plan to push her over the edge. He knew that she wouldn’t let him enter her pussy because she couldn’t risk her getting pregnant. Since any sign of pregnancy in her husband’s absence would raise doubts.

But this didn’t rule out her ass. If he were to fuck her ass, there is no way anyone in the family would find that out. So he decided to put his plan into action the very next day. But he also knew that he had to be sneaky. If Megha were to sense any mischief, she could end all his adventures.

That night he had Megha lying on the bed as usual with her face down. That day he also decided to put a pillow under her belly so that her ass was sticking out. He sat over her ass, and while in that position, he started massaging her butt. He proceeded to spread her ass cheeks with his palm.

Then he started rubbing her asshole with his thumb. Megha flinched as this was a new sensation for her. Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, Kishan soon turned the rubbing into poking. He spat on her butthole and lubricated it with his saliva.

After warming her up, he tried to slide in the tip of his thumb as gently as he could. Megha gave no reaction. “She must not have felt the slight intrusion,” thought Kishan.

Kishan didn’t want to startle her, so he pulled his thumb out and again rubbed her hole. Megha enjoyed all the attention her ass was receiving from his fingers. She began wiggling her ass in sync with his poking and tried to squeeze his thumb between her ass cheeks.

Kishan saw that she was vulnerable and pushed his thumb further in. This took Megha by surprise, and she kept out of his grip. She turned back to look at him with surprise.

Megha: What are you doing, Kishan? Haven’t I told you that I couldn’t cheat on my husband? But you always keep pushing for more.

Kishan: I was only trying to please you, Meghaji. I understand that as a faithful wife, you can’t let me penetrate your pussy. But a woman’s virtue is not determined by her ass. There is no harm in having some foreplay with your butt. I saw how much you were enjoying it.

Megha: You don’t understand, Kishan. Wouldn’t my husband find out if you poke my ass?

Kishan: Trust me, Meghaji. Unmarried girls nowadays do anal sex all the time. They do it because their future husbands can never find out about that. They can only tell if a girl had vaginal sex or not by checking their hymen.

Megha wasn’t fully convinced. But Kishan was in no mood to stop. He could see that the fruit of his hard work was within reach. He pulled Megha back and mounted her ass. He knew once she started enjoying this foreplay, there was no going back.

Without waiting for Megha’s permission, he spread her ass apart and shoved his face in. He finger fucked her butthole while his tongue was busy tasting her pussy. This double strike was getting too much for Megha to handle, and she started squirming. Seeing Megha was in a trance, Kishan increased his pace.

Megha let out a gasp. This was Megha’s first time getting penetrated by Kishan. She was overwhelmed by his intensity. She was biting down hard on the pillow to avoid making any sound. Kishan could hear her whimpering sound as she neared her orgasm.

He was giving his best. He wanted to make this the best experience of her life. If she enjoys this, she will let him do this again. This intense fingering gave Megha her first experience of squirting. She looked back, embarrassed at Kishan, who was sweating from all the work.

He knew he had hit the jackpot. Now she will be begging for more. Over the next few days, Kishan slowly began inserting 2 fingers up her ass. It was difficult at first, but soon her ass warmed up to that. His target was to soften up her ass for the final day when he would stick his cock up her ass.

That day, he sneakily replaced his fingers with his dick without Megha noticing. He placed the mushroom head of his cock at the entrance of her ass hole and gave it a push. Megha’s ass had been trained by now, and it gladly swallowed his dick without much resistance.

Kishan couldn’t quite believe his luck. His dick had finally inside Megha, and she didn’t even know it. His dick was aching to push all the way, but he knew he had to be patient. He had to prevent Megha from seeing what was happening behind her back, so he placed one hand on her neck.

Now he gently thrust his cock even further inside her. He waited in that position for a few moments. He couldn’t help but savor that moment. There was a sense of achievement at being able to ass-fuck a rich lady and that too his mistress. In his quest to fuck her pussy, he managed to get inside her ass.

This was his dream come true. He tightened his grip on her neck as he started pulling out, but his dick didn’t want to leave the comfort of her ass. So instead of pulling out completely, he stayed inside and started giving short thrusts.

Megha: I love what you are doing with your fingers,

Kishan. Why haven’t you tried it before?

Kishan (panting): Well, if you like it so much, we can do it every day.

Megha whispering her approval to him made him even hornier. He gave the final few thrusts and pulled out. He couldn’t risk cumming inside her as that would alert her. He grabbed her waist and turned her over. Placing his dick above her pussy, he bent forward and started sucking on her nipple.

He was just about to cum when he pulled out. So after a few moments of grinding on her navel, he ejaculated. Even after the orgasm, he continued rubbing his limp dick on her belly.

Megha had never seen him so passionate. She could feel the warmth of his cum on her belly. She had never allowed him to cum on her body before. But today, he didn’t ask for her permission. “He must have been hornier today,” she thought.

She tried pulling her nipple out of his mouth, but she couldn’t push his face away. He sucked on her tits like a child who hadn’t been fed in days. Kishan wanted to have a complete love-making experience. He didn’t want to quit so soon.

But seeing Megha was getting restless, he finally got up and put on his clothes. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep this secret. But no matter how long it would last, he would try to make the most of it. All this risk was worth it if he could get just one more opportunity to shove his dick inside her.

Over the next few days, Kishan realized that his plan was foolproof. As long as he could keep Megha from turning around by holding her neck, there was no way she was going to find out what he was putting inside her.

The time he had spent finger fucking her ass had helped him gain Megha’s trust. She was too busy enjoying herself instead of checking on him. But he also doubted that Megha secretly knew that her ass was getting fucked every day.

She would always be suspiciously calm while he was inside her ass. And not even once tried to turn around and check on him. Pretending to be unaware allowed her to enjoy all the pleasures while still maintaining the facade of a faithful wife.

Kishan sensed the dilemma she was in and decided to take advantage of the situation. He no longer tried to hide what he was up to. He stopped holding her neck and started giving long hard thrusts up her ass. He wanted to see how far she would take her act of innocence.

But Megha pretended not to notice anything. This gave him further confidence. He started grabbing her breasts from behind while ass fucking her. He wanted to give a clear signal that his fingers were not inside her.

But still, there was no reaction from Megha. So he took the final step that he had always dreamt of and started cumming inside her. Megha let him do that. After their daily session, she would avoid eye contact but pretended like she hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

Kishan was now free to grope her however he wanted. He had finally converted the faithful wife into his slut. But their daily routines weren’t going unnoticed. Someone else had found out about their secret, and things were about to get very spicy.

THE-END

 

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Tamanna stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Running the expensive bamboo/cotton mix towel over her skin she luxuriated in the caress of the elegant towel, one of her favorite indulgences.

As the material whisked the moisture from her soft skin she checked to see if she had nicked herself while shaving. Both long smooth legs were wound free; her smoothly waxed sex was clear and as soft and hairless as she could get it. Her armpits and forearms were utterly bald and she saw nothing to mar the perfection of her delicate skin.

When she finished drying her petite, elfin frame she moved, naked, into her bedroom. Her choice for clothing had been made already. Dan had specific tastes and she made sure that whenever he called she catered to them to the letter.

She pulled the garters over her legs and hips, adjusting the satin covered straps to perfectly frame her exposed sex. The crimson elastics made her glistening folds appear even more exposed and vulnerable, which was exactly what Dan loved about the garters so much.

She then pulled the silk stockings over her slender legs and attached the garter clips to them. Years of track and field as a girl, and aerobics as an adult had given her shapely, toned legs that she was justifiably proud of.

Then she pulled the stretchy crimson dress over her head and smoothed it over her lithe frame. The soft, filmy mulberry silk felt like a full body kiss as it sheathed her. The blended fibers of elastic allowed the dress to cling to her every curve.

Tamanna was not a round woman but she had exquisite A cup breasts that proudly stood up with nipples that rarely stopped poking through whatever material she covered them in. Her graceful torso was tiny and her flat toned stomach proportioned perfectly with her slight frame.

Her hips flared delicately out from her narrow waist, and her firm ass filled out the bottom of the short, clingy dress expertly. The dress had been tailored for her body by a very good designer.

Now Tamanna sat to do her make-up.

It took her over half an hour to achieve the subtle blend of highlight and shadow that made her look like a starlet on the red carpet. But her efforts **censored** off and when she was done her face was as enticing.

She used eyeshadow to pop her pale blue eyes, and thick mascara to frame them with dark. She used white to accentuate the whites of her eyes and make them look bigger. Her cheeks were flushed pink with a hint of innocence, and her lips a crimson that she took great care to both compliment her skin tone and still match her dress.

Her hair was more difficult, and often she would just hide it with a wig for her evening encounters, but Dan liked to pull hair so she needed to use her own silky ash blonde tresses.

She knew she could do little to give it body, so she simply brushed it straight for a few minutes and then gathered it behind her head in a twit. Her hair was a bit longer than her chin. It could just reach a bundle on the back of her skull with a few artful tendrils to frame her face.

Diamond cluster earrings in her lobes and a single matching bracelet on her right wrist and she was done.

There was still time before she had to go and so she admired her efforts in the mirror. The effect was of a young professional on her way to a big event. She looked enticing, inviting but almost imposing. The deep red of the dress was nearly shocking. Such a statement. It said this woman was utterly confident of her sexual power, the way the material showed every subtly play of the muscles of her body was an open sexual statement.

And yet there was so little skin showing. Her arms were the largest exposed area. The neckline was low, but far from sleazy. Her legs were covered, but sheathed in nearly transparent red silk.

When Tamanna donned her crimson pumps she now stood a modest five foot eight, the three inch heels bringing her closer to Dan's height but not over. He was five nine and wished he were taller. Powerful men were tall.

These things were important. Dan **censored** her a lot of money to look just right, and she enjoyed pleasing him.His car arrived right on time and whisked her away to whatever event he wanted to be seen with her at.

Tamanna was an escort. A highly **censored** escort, and it was a secret life she led that no-one who knew her would ever believe she was capable of. The event that night was a charity function. Dan was being asked to donate money to a foundation. He told her very little of the business of the event. He didn't care, so why should she. In actual fact this was a foundation Tamanna was curious about, but not enough to bother her patron for the evening about.

Dan was in his late fifties, and still fit. If he wasn't paying her five thousand dollars for the night she would never give him a second glance, but since he was, and had been for a few years, it was easy to overlook his plain drooping face, and heavily lined skin. His hair was receding and he clung desperately to the remaining hair on top belligerently.

Dan had divorced spectacularly a decade ago and lost a fortune to his wife, so now he only appeared in public with young gorgeous, and yet ultimately disposable women.He had brought Tamanna, who called herself Milky when engaged in this work, to a dozen such events over the years, but he always made sure to hire other women in-between. The message was he used women at will, he was beholden to no-one.

Tamanna's instructions were to look sexy, to tease other men, and annoy other women. She was to flirt with him and touch him intimately. He wanted every man there to want her, every woman there to hate her and never once give them anything specific to gossip about.

It was a delicate balance that took concentration, but Tamanna was good at it. By the time Dan swept her out of there around eleven she was ready to leave. Spending the evening balancing the instructions Dan had given her had begun to grow wearying.

Now the best part of the evening could begin.

Tonight Dan told his driver to take them to the bay. He dropped her off at the Quay and she began to walk along the boardwalk overlooking the water. The chill evening air was cooling and she wrapped a fur cape around herself. Dan had given it to her for this walk and he would take it back when he left.

A few minutes passed as she strolled along the boardwalk, her time her own for a few moments.

The role he had given her was easy. She was a young woman who had just lost a competition with her best friend for the attention of a handsome young man at the bar. Angry she had wandered away and found herself alone at night.

Tamanna glanced at the few other people she passed on her walk and they all eyed her speculatively. She was out of place here. This was a rough neighborhood and her expensive clothes marked her as a target. She was stupid to be here.

Then a big black man stepped out of the shrubs nearby and started toward her.

"Hey. You got a light?" he asked, his deep voice low and quiet. He stepped close and Tamanna froze.

"No. I don't smoke."

"Damn." Then he looked her up and down slowly. "You look good enough to eat." He licked his lips appreciatively. "All dressed in red- you like Little Red riding Hood." He laughed deep in his chest. "Maybe I'm the Big Bad Woof." He said woof not Wolf.

"Please. I've had a bad night, okay. I don't want any trouble."

"Who said anything about trouble? Ain't no trouble. I'm just saying that you look like you are lost in the woods is all. Maybe you got some goodies for me? Huh?"

"No."

"Oh I think you do. You got all sorts of goodies. Plenty to go around. For me and my boys."

Tamanna's stomach did a series of flips as three other men came out of the shrubs and began to surround her. Her mouth went dry and she felt her body grow weightless as it dawned on her what was likely going to happen. The men circled her completely and she tried to close in on herself protectively.

"Hey guys it's Little Red Riding Hood. What do you think she wants to ride?"

Laughter washed over her as the men moved in so close she felt them brush against her.

The group of them were gathered right under a bright street light and she could see them clearly, and knew they saw her just as well. She could smell their skin and cigarette breath and she shuddered.

Then the leader began to touch her.

His big hand caressed her skin as he ran a hand over her arm. "You gonna show us your goodies now?"

The men all began to stroke her body, hands on her arms, her face and legs. There were three big black men and one smaller, older white man. The fur wrap was lifted from her shoulders and tossed aside. That seemed to be a signal because as soon as her shoulders were bare the men began to grope her body.

Tamanna tried to scream but her throat was too tight with fear.A bright light shone in her eyes blinding her and mouths began to kiss her face and possess her mouth.So many hands on her body paralyzed her. She couldn't focus on who to struggle against or what to stop them from doing first.

In seconds her dress was pulled over her head and tossed aside. Nude before them she heard them appreciate her choice of no underwear, just garters.

"Damn girl you were ready for us."

"Look it that shit!"

"This bitch is a Grade A slut."

Hands began to squeeze her breasts and pull on her nipples painfully. A pair of hands slapped her ass, and pried open her supple globes exposing the pink of her anus. A hand spread open her sex and poked into her slippery opening.

She was slippery, she could feel her juices gathering as they had been off and on all night. Four men held her immobile as they fondled and caressed her entire body. Tamanna went limp and closed her eyes as hands and mouths devoured every part of her. A mouth was on her right breast, one began to lick her buttocks and one invaded her slippery pussy.

Fingers pinched and kneaded her flesh possessively as hands held her spread out and exposed on the path under the street light. Then Tamanna was forced to her knees on the firm wood of the boardwalk and her head was gripped between two strong hands. Opening her eyes she saw a pale spear of flesh aimed at her face. A hard white cock was poking at her and was stroked around her cheeks and pressed to her mouth. She clamped down her jaw, but the cock just caressed her soft skin, the hardness smearing over her features.

Then fingers pinched her nose shut and began to pry at her mouth trying to open her jaw. As this continued the hands and mouth all over her maintained their invasive exploration of every nook and cranny. Fingers were shoved deep inside both her rectum and vagina and they moved in and out rhythmically.

Out of air and shocked by this very public invasion down below Tamanna gasped and as soon as her mouth opened the cock went in filling her mouth with the flavor of man. Her face was fucked ruthlessly, the white man driving himself in and out of her open mouth hard and fast, gagging her. Gasping for air whenever she could, Tamanna endured the harsh use of her mouth as best she could without panicking.

The man fucking her face gripped her hair tightly and pulled her on and of his cock as he drove in and out of her drooling mouth. Spittle leaked out over him and spattered over her bare chest coating her in a sloppy drizzle of slobber. The one by one the other men exposed their cocks and shoved them close to her face.

Hands on her head pulled her from one prick to another and she was forced to suck each of them in turn. When they weren't using her mouth they would rub their spit covered dongs all over her face or head. The black men were big. Very big, and it was painful to take them into her sore cramping jaw. Oozing saliva all over herself, Tamanna was forced over and over to take huge cocks into her mouth and suckle them.

Hot manhood filled her vision and her hair was pulled painfully as they yanked her from one hard-on to another. The men began fucking her mouth for longer periods of time and the men not using her mouth groped her tits or ass, and jammed fingers into her leaking slit or her tender ass. Gasping for air Tamanna endured this public defilement that seemed to go on forever.

Then when she was thinking this would never end she was bodily lifted from her knees and forced to lie down. A man was already there and the others spread her legs out and held her over him. He shoved his cock into her slick pussy and she felt helplessly invaded. Held in place by men, she was filled below, hands on her hips holding her still while a hard cock thrust in and out of her slippery opening.

Then once more cocks were shoved into her mouth. Gasping for air, trying to protest, her mouth was filled with penis as one after another the men pushed their cocks into her face. Limp, unresisting at this point, she was a rag doll used and abused by all these men. It was an endless assault of male members assailing her tender body.

Once more she was lifted effortlessly into the air and spun around dizzyingly. Now they placed her on all fours over one of the black men. Her wide spread cunt was stuffed completely full of a huge cock. Stretched open wider than she had ever been she groaned as her body began to tremble with an approaching orgasm.

Trying to resist the urge to cum she was overwhelmed by unexpected pleasure as her anus was suddenly pierced by a cock. Crammed full in both holes she cried out passionately and her mouth was filled with yet another cock.

Utterly brimming with man-flesh Tamanna tumbled over the edge of reason and began to climax as these strange men used her mercilessly. This climax blurred the boundary between sanity and madness and the next period of time was a blur of images and sensations as one by one each of the men used every one of her holes.

How long she was fucked on that boardwalk in public she had no idea at the time. To her it was an endless series of orgasms and visions of wet gleaming cocks aimed at her face.

 

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One by one the men filled her with their poles and then when they had had enough the older white man spilled his seed over her upturned face, her mouth open wide to receive his sperm as it spilled over her features.Beyond reason Tamanna was simply a cum hungry whore, the kind men fantasize about.Each in turn the men coated her in their warm spunk and glazed her face in stickiness.

With no way of knowing how many orgasms she had, Tamanna only knew her body was worn out and trembling when at last the older man finally squeezed one last load of wet jism onto her outstretched tongue. She hunched wearily on her knees on the wood of the boardwalk, her body beyond fatigued from what she had endured. Fluids leaked from every hole and she was sore and raw from the incredible fucking she had just received.

Dimly she saw Dan pay the black men with a stack of cash and then he finished dressing. His driver loomed closer to her his camera capturing her exhaustion and the spattering of cum staining every inch of her front. She looked into the lens and mustered a smile for him, then he turned off the spotlight clipped on top and she dropped to her hands and knees quivering with emotional burnout.

Dan brought her a luxurious robe to wear and wrapped her tenderly in it, then helped her to her feet. The driver gathered her belongings and on wobbly legs Tamanna staggered to the car parked not far away. A fog of fatigue threatened to envelop her but Tamanna forced it away and allowed Dan to gaze at her. She opened the robe and let it fall from her as she got into the car. He was being kind, but she knew he still wanted to see her debasement. It thrilled him to see his women utterly humiliated.

She knelt on the floor of the car rather than stain his leather seats with the many fluids still oozing from her. And when she looked up at him from tear stained eyes, her make-up a smeared mess, he smiled and opened his pants.

Lowering her mouth over his semi-hard cock she suckled him gently, knowing he would be sore from so much use. As he drove her home she slurped lovingly on his cock and when they pulled up in front of her condo they sat with the car idling as she finished blowing him. It took some time, he had cum a few times already tonight, but eventually he once more oozed a stream of watery sperm over her face.

"Thank you Milky. You were wonderful tonight. You exceeded my deepest expectations." He stroked her tangled hair appreciatively and she tried not to wince as his hand rubbed spots where her hair had been pulled hard enough to leave bruises. "I apologize for the extra men, but I couldn't choose which to use, so I just bought them all." Then he pulled out a check and handed it to her. "'I've put the difference on there already so there is no need for another invoice."

Taking her payment Tamanna smiled wanly and crawled to the door. The driver was ready and opened it for her and she took his hand as she scrambled to her feet gracelessly. Naked, still spattered with cum and spit and sweat she stood in the driveway of her condo, the sheltering trees cover enough from the street and the neighbors, but still she felt exposed.

Taking her clothes from the driver she staggered to her door and as the car drove away , briefly illuminating her pale skin in bright headlights, she pulled her keys from her clutch and opened her door. After a long hot shower and a glass of wine to relax she allowed herself the pleasure of looking at her cheque.

The official business check was made out to Milky Consulting, her business name. It was for ten thousand dollars. Dan had truly appreciated her extra efforts tonight. Sipping her wine, trying to ignore her tender aching sphincter and raw vagina, she worked the tension from her jaw and sighed, pleased with a hard night's work.

The next morning she dressed in her mousy daytime clothes and made it to her bank just in time to start another dreary day in her real life. As Tamanna Bhatia she was a teller at a multi-national bank, and she maintained a persona as far removed from her nightlife as possible.

As Tamanna she was prim and frumpy, polite and efficient, but cold and sharp tongued. She used wit and sarcasm to keep her co-workers at bay, and she used her access to accounts to launder her nighttime earnings. Depositing her cheque into Milky's account she covered her transactions with other peoples so no-one ever saw her handle those big cheques.

Milky was rich. Her consulting business was lucrative, and she had almost three hundred thousand dollars in the bank. Tamanna Bhatia had five hundred and thirty. When Tamanna went home that night, aching and tired, she went not to Milky's tasteful condo, but to Tamanna's rundown apartment in a three story walk up. Her two lives were as separate as she could make them.

For Ten years, Tamanna had been living a double life, and creating a richer and richer existence for Milky. The real Milky had been a girl in Tamanna's dorm in college and Tamanna had found her fascinating. When Milky died suddenly of some birth defect of the heart Tamanna had been stunned. They had hardly known each other, but Tamanna's fascination with Milky had led to an actual depression. Something about such a beautiful, vibrant young woman dying so suddenly really got to Tamanna.

Tamanna had started drinking and eventually sleeping around. Her grades suffered and her finances, never good, got worse. Desperate for cash, and not caring about herself based on a newly and deeply perceived mortality, Tamanna answered an ad for college girls looking for money.

It was an escort agency and Tamanna's pretty face and tiny body were deemed perfect for the job. Soon she was meeting strange older men for dates, and getting tipped if she would have sex with them. Tipped a lot. Without even thinking of it she took over Milky's identity and used what little she knew of the dead girl to create an alter ego for her escort business. Since Milky still got mail to the dorm from companies not aware of her death Tamanna took this mail and read it and used the info to flesh out her new role.

When she passed out of her depression she discovered that she liked being Milky better than being Tamanna. She switched colleges and took some of Milky's old mail and class schedule with her creating a complete identity as Milky. She filled out credit card applications, and received new cards. She renewed Milky's driver's license, applied for a passport, and sent letters to Milky's dentist after receiving a reminder that Milky needed a cleaning.

Bit by bit she fleshed out the new Milky identity and with her new income bought what she needed to be a new person. Tamanna had never stolen anything in her life before this, and she knew what she was doing was wrong, but it felt like a victimless crime to her. She **censored** her bills, and obeyed the law except for her escort business. And even then, in her state, it was a gray area legally.

By the time she graduated from college, with a bachelor degree in business Milky was set up to start her own escort agency with herself as the only escort. She got the job at the bank as a teller and worked hard there as well doing her best to blend in but not create many ties. She had far too much on her plate leading two lives.

All through the early years of escorting she cultivated a small loyal stable of men who used her services and when she branched out into her own business she spoke to the chosen few she wanted to bring with her. Each man eagerly joined her. Milky was a playful, imaginative lover who would indulge any fantasy they could conceive of if at all humanly possible. She never said no.

They each hired Milky as a business consultant, and because of her degree she actually did give them the occasional bit of advice. None of them liked having a paper trail, but neither did they like having thousands of dollars unaccounted for in their legers, so they agreed.

Milky **censored** tax, owned her own home, went on vacations and generally lived a fantastic life on paper. In actual fact Tamanna spent less time as Milky than as herself. She saved her time as Milky for special occasions, Tamanna never wanted to grow complacent about her fabulous other persona.

And sometimes, like last night, she needed time to recuperate from her ordeals as a call girl. Last night was thrilling. She had not known about the black men, and when that first man had approached she had honestly been nervous. When he had called his friends she had experienced a moment of actual terror until she had seen Dan. Knowing her fear was what he wanted she maintained it throughout, but once the camera turned on it had all been acting.

Dan filmed all their encounters. She didn't fear they would appear on the internet because Dan featured as a star in every one of them. He wasn't about to risk his entire fortune on a leaked sex tape so she felt secure on that front.

Dan wasn't the only client who liked to play head games. Every one of her clients did, because Tamanna found that she liked the drama of risky, mentally challenging sexual situations. That was why they were willing to pay her more, not just because she was super cute, but because she was an adept at creating realistic, sexually imaginative encounters.

Her clients would ask her for a special scenario and she would always come through by acting the role they most desired. One client liked her to dress like a teenager and he would take her to benign public events where they would look like a father and daughter on an outing, like the zoo, or a park, or perhaps a movie. In each location they would get as sexually risky as they could.

At a zoo once she wore a light summer dress and Evan, her client, wore jeans and a button down shirt, each looking wholesome and plain. Then as they wandered amid the animal enclosures Evan took every opportunity to reach under her dress and to stroke her bare bottom or finger her dripping slit.

He would reach into the top of her dress and pull out her breast and suckle it, or pinch her nipples, anything that could expose her to view, but that could easily be recovered. They did this for an hour, Tamanna getting more and more excited, and Evan more and more bold.

People saw them, for certain, and with his graying hair and glasses the older man looked so much like her father, and Tamanna looked so young and innocent, that people were clearly shocked to see them being so lewd.

When they saw a mother angrily approach a security guard they ducked into a bathroom to hide and then fucked in the stall, Tamanna riding Evan as he sat on the toilet. With Evan's cum leaking down her thigh, Tamanna and he left the zoo glowing with satisfaction avoiding the hunting security guard.

Her latest encounter with Evan, two weeks ago, had been in a movie theater. They had gone to see a big 3D release and when he tapped her arm telling her it was time Tamanna bent over in her seat and took his cock into her mouth. The theater was packed, and people sat directly beside, in front and behind them.

As she swallowed his cock he sat back and watched the movie and she took her time languorously lavishing him with her oral attention. The 3D glasses apparently hid them well enough because when at last he spent himself in her mouth and she sat back up looking around, no-one seemed to be looking.

It was almost disappointing.

Another client enjoyed picking her up on street corners like a common whore.

He didn't want the risk of an actual hooker, likely on drugs, underage, or even diseased, so he had Tamanna dress as sluttily as she could, then he would have her stand on a specific corner. Not a place hookers would usually be and then he would cruise by and hire her.

Tamanna would stand out there in a costume she would buy beforehand; something like tight gold lame shorts that outlined her sex clearly, a mesh shirt with her nipples perfectly visible, heavy make-up and a ridiculous wig and she would stroll up and down in her high heeled boots asking anyone if they wanted a date. If she got an interested customer before her actual client arrived she would quote way too much money and act cracked-out until they left.

Being exposed and so sleazy would usually get Tamanna inflamed, her pussy tingling to be used, and when Raj would finally pull up she would be willing to do anything to fuck him. He would have her blow him as they drove away, or depending on the corner he had chosen he might take her into an alley between two buildings and fuck her right there.

In the role of Milky, Tamanna was a huge exhibitionist, wanting as many eyes on her tiny, toned body as she could get. Tamanna made certain that she remained healthy and disease free by regularly seeing a doctor. A client.

This doctor would bring her into his office every week on the same day at the same time and treat her just the same as any client. She would sit in the waiting room for the receptionist to call her name, Milky's name, and then she would go back into his examination room. He would perform a full physical, and do it well, because his own health depended on it.

Then when that was done, including taking blood to test, he would fuck her, or have her blow him, or do whatever kinky examination he yearned to perform on other women. He often wanted her completely naked and spread it on his table. That was his favorite, and then he would use various tools to probe and explore each of her orifices.

Each session ended with him shooting his cum deep into her pussy and then doing a gynecological exam and commenting on how big her last lover had been, and how much cum was still inside her. It wasn't her job to wonder why that was such a strong fixation for him, but she played along using both real life and her imagination to detail the huge cocks she had fucked and all the sperm they had filled her with.

It made him so horny he would masturbate while examining her and she spoke, then he would begin to fuck her again when he couldn't take it anymore and once more fill her with his jism. It was as if he were cuckolding himself. Milky loved the variety, and danger of her sex life.

Tamanna had none.

Tamanna didn't date, didn't have friends, didn't talk to her family or have any ties to the world at all save for her job. That was just the way she liked it. The rest of her day passed in a blur, as they often did after a night like last night had been. Still raw and tingling from the pounding she had taken in her pussy and ass she found the hyperawareness of her sexual organs pleasantly distracting as she processed other peoples transactions.

When at last she could go home she took the bus, as a woman on Tamanna's tight budget would and then she made a simple supper and did some yoga to center herself. Tamanna worked out a lot doing yoga, tai chi and running to keep herself physically fit and grounded. Her body was her key to financial security so she took great care of it.

Her life was one of routine interrupted by incredible sexual escapades ever few days. This night was a night of rest.

One week later, at work, a handsome, plainly dressed man in his early forties approached her wicket and asked if she were Tamanna Bhatia. "Yes. How can I help you?" she was no more than curious, people sometimes came specifically to ask for her at the bank, but rarely.

"Hi. I'm Detective Somers. I'm involved in an investigation and your name has popped up. I'm chasing down any leads I can. May I have a few moments of your time?"

Tamanna's immediate reaction wasn't fear, it was curiosity. She looked around for her manager and waved her over.

"This Detective wants to talk to me, can I have a moment?"

"Oh. Certainly." The two women exchanged looks; her manager wondering what was going on, Tamanna telling her she had no idea. Tamanna led the man to a back area where clients came to discuss business away from the crowds.

"How can I help you?"

"Your business card was found on the body of a murdered man, I'm wondering if you might be able to tell me anything about him."

"What?" she was horrified. She's never known anyone who had been murdered before.

"I'm sorry to do this to you, but we need any help we can get. Do you know a man named Daniel Goldberg?"

Tamanna didn't recognize the name at first and said ,"No, I don't think so." Then she saw the letterhead in her mind's eye. Goldberg Investments. Daniel Goldberg. Dan. Her client Dan. She wasn't sure what her face gave away but the detective was looking down at his pad writing when she felt her face go white realizing Dan was dead.

"Yeah, it was a long shot, him being an investor and you working at a bank. But I thought I'd try." As his gaze lifted back to hers Tamanna did the only thing she knew how to do well to distract a man. She began to flirt. She was a professional flirt and she allowed the fact that the detective was handsome to fuel her.

"Oh well I'm sorry I couldn't help. I'd like an excuse to talk to you a little longer." She smiled shyly, looking down and then back up quickly like she couldn't help it. "I- um... Well, talking to you is more fun than working. Y'know." She blushed, an art she had worked on for years.

She saw his pupils get bigger as he received her flirt and grew aroused himself.

"I know what you mean." He grinned. "If I have any more questions I suppose I could always come back again."

"I'd like that. Um.. anything to break up the tedium." They grinned at each other and then they both stood and shook hands.

When he left she went back to her wicket and relieved her manager, who asked. "What was that about?"

"A murder. Someone died and had my card on them or something."

 

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"Who?" the older woman was breathless with shock and curiosity.

"An investor guy. Gold- something. I don't know him." She lied very well and after some expressions of titillated shock her manager left Tamanna to get back to work.

Tamanna held off her panic until she got home and then she felt anxiety seep in. What other ties did Dan have to her real life? Why did he have her card? She would never have given it to him. She grabbed her condo keys and went to Milky's place and began to search through everything to see if she could find any ties between herself and Dan.

Why would someone murder Dan? It seemed surreal.

Then she remembered.

The films.

Milky had made almost a dozen sex tapes with Dan. There were close-ups of her face all throughout those films. Each one ended with a close-up of her face covered in cum, that was Dan's favorite ending. If the police found those, especially Detective Somers, they could tie her to Dan. She hadn't even worn wigs for Dan; he liked to pull her hair. It would be obvious it was her.

Now she was scared.

One of the rules for allowing Dan to film her had been that she receive a copy of each film. Tamanna ran to the bedroom where she kept the DVD's Dan had given her and she began to play them. She needed to see if his face was in them along with her own.

She watched scene after scene where Dan would fuck her in some outrageous location as his driver filmed them. There she was with him fucking in an elevator, both their faces as clear as day as they kissed and then as she went down on him.

The next DVD was of him tying her up in an abandoned warehouse and using a huge vibrator to make her beg him to fuck her. Both of their faces are easily recognisable. There they were at the symphony, the camera hidden in a bag the driver carried. It showed them mingling with the big wigs before the performance and then following them to his private box where she sucked his cock while he listened to the music, then as he fucked her in the shadows of the box, just barely out of the light from the stage.

Over and over she saw the two of them together. The police would know she knew him and lied about it. Her world was about to come crashing down. Then the situation got worse.

The doorbell of her condo rang.

In the six years Milky had lived here that doorbell had never been pressed in Tamanna's hearing. She didn't even know what it sounded like before that moment, but it was obviously the doorbell. She tiptoed closer to the door. All the lights were on because she had been searching everywhere for any clue that could tie her to Dan. The brightness inside meant she couldn't see out.

Hesitant to enter the living room with its big front window she huddled in the hall, out of sight of the front of the condo. A loud pounding on the door made her jump.

Fight or flight?

She chose to run.

Slipping into the kitchen she went to the backdoor that led to a small shared courtyard. From there she was planning on jumping the fence and fleeing.

Unfortunately she had been anticipated.

There was a large dark haired man in a gray suit standing by her back door. He appeared startled when the door opened, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her from running away.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice a perfect imitation of a guy from the Sopranos T.V. show.

"Let go of me." She said as sternly as she could, but he ignored her and pushed her back into the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She had taken self defense classes and she broke his grip and attempted to run away, but he grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her into a tight hold.

He twisted away from her and spread his legs wide while hugging her very tightly, crushing the breath from her lungs. She was too small to reach his feet to stom him, she couldn't kick his balls nor could she head butt him. He clearly knew how to avoid those moves.

His grip around her body grew tighter as she struggled and soon she felt a panicky shortness of breath and saw stars in her vision. The last thing she wanted was to pass out so she stopped struggling and relaxed.

"You gonna be good now?"

She nodded limply.

Suddenly he pushed her hard away from himself and she had to put out her hands to stop from smashing face first into the wall. When she turned to see him he had a gun pointed at her.

"Open the front door."

Tamanna was in no way prepared for having a gun pointed at her, but she had been in so many terrifying scenarios she was able to keep her wits about her. Doing what he said she opened the front door and another huge guy in a suit stepped inside.

He looked at the gun and saw the wild eyed look on Tamanna's face and nodded. Closing the door behind himself he gently pushed Tamanna back into the living room. He went to the window and closed the drapes and told her to sit.

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his coat and held it up next to her face.

"This is her."

He dropped the page in her lap and she saw it was a still from one of Dan's films. It was a close-up of her face at the end of a session; sweaty, make-up smeared and a load of white sperm dribbled across her lips and chin, with a glazed smile for the camera.

It was exactly what she feared, but these guys didn't seem like cops.

The one who had come in the front door pulled out a smart phone and called someone. As he waited for an answer the tension in Tamanna mounted. What was going on? Who were these guys?

"Hello. We found her." A pause. "Certain." Another pause. "Yes sir. Be right there." He ended the call and put the phone away. "Someone wants to meet you." He loomed over her and made steady eye contact. "I would imagine you are nervous, and confused right now so I'm going to tell you a few things. Please listen closely and do what I say. It will make what happens next easier on all of us. I'm taking you to a man. A very important man. A very powerful man. The sort of man who gets what he wants when he wants it. He is seldom disappointed, and when he gets disappointed he becomes violent. Or rather he has me become violent. I don't want to hurt you, but I will, without hesitation- if this man tells me to. The best thing you can do to avoid being hurt is to stay quiet and compliant. Say nothing until asked a question and then answer honestly. Do you understand?"

Tamanna nodded, even though she didn't really understand. Her mind was racing trying to find a way out of this situation. As she sat stunned by how strange her life had suddenly become, the man who had been speaking pulled some plastic zip ties from his pocket and fastened them around her wrists. Her body trembled with the suppressed desire to fight him.

When her arms were secure he went out of the room toward the back of her condo. In a few moments he returned. While he was gone Tamanna looked down at her bound wrists and willed herself to be anyplace else.

The goon returned and she saw that he had a pillowcase from her bedroom. He placed it over her head and suddenly she discovered a newly developed claustrophobia. Something soft was tied around her throat securing the pillowcase. It wasn't tight, but she found it much more difficult to breathe as terror tightened her throat.

The men lifted her to her feet and took her outside.

They put her in a car and drove her someplace. A short eternity later they stopped and helped her out of the car and walked her a long way. They entered a building and walked for a long time in a large echoing place.

When they stopped at last someone lifted her bound wrists over her head and wrapped a rough canvas-like binding around her wrists over the plastic strap already binding her. She heard a clanking chain and felt her arms lift higher until she had to stretch onto her tip-toes to avoid pain in her wrists.

Tamanna had experience with bondage and S&M play so she began to do some breathing exercises to relax her body and prepare it to absorb pain. They bound her ankles with the same canvas feeling straps and then pulled her legs out wide. She heard some ratchet sounds on either side and felt her legs pulled wider and wider apart. Pressure on her wrists grew more painful as her weight was removed from her feet. Then the chain noise again and slowly bit by bit she was raised up off the floor her legs spread wide as she dangled from her wrist.A moment of silence and then the sound of footsteps moving close.

A hand pulled the pillow case from her head and she saw an older, paunchy man with intense piercing dark eyes looking into her face, their eyes at the same level as she dangled in the air.

"Hmmm. Very pretty." He looked her up and down admiringly. Tamanna saw that she was in a warehouse of some sort, and it was huge. Beyond that the man immediately in front of her captivated her attention.

"What is your name miss?"

Tamanna had already decided lying about who she was would be foolish given that they might have taken her purse with them.

"Tamanna." She whispered.

"Tamanna." He tested her name in his mouth, then nodded. "Well Tamanna I have some questions for you, but before I begin asking them I would like to show you something that might help you resist the urge to lie to me, okay. He reached out and touched her cheek softly, she shuddered at his warmth, but it turned into a push and he nudged her head to the side so she could see something over her right shoulder.

Just to her right another person dangled in the same position she did. It was Dan's driver and he was very badly beaten. To Tamanna the driver had always seemed a strong capable man, self-contained and vaguely threatening. Right now he looked vulnerable and near death. His left side, the one closest to her, was a mass of dark horrible bruises. It looked as though his ribs, almost all of them, were broken. He was breathing shallowly and his face was a mask of broken skin and lumpy bruises that made her want to vomit.

No amount of Hollywood special effects could compare to seeing a real person so badly beaten that they would likely die.

She began to weep, both for the driver in his pitiable condition, and for herself so close to the same fate.

These must be the people that had killed Dan. But why?

The man who had turned her to see the driver now turned her face away, back to look at him. "So unpleasant. But he wouldn't talk for a long time. He thought he was strong, but really none of us is strong in the face of torture. Not in the end. So let's not repeat that with you. You are so pretty it would be such a shame."

He began to stroke her cheek delicately. "Such a shame. I quite enjoyed your movies. You are a very good... performer I guess would be the word." His hand ran along her neck and then down over her breasts stretched taut and flattened by her position. "Very sexy."

Her fear hardened nipple poked through her shirt and satin camisole, she wore no bra.

As he fondled her breasts the man looked deeply into her eyes. "Tamanna did Dan give you any large sums of money?"

She nodded. She felt as though she were piecing together what was going on, at least the big picture. Dan had stolen this man's money and he was trying to get it back.

"How much?" His hands were both rubbing her breasts, distracting her, and she was sure that was the point. He wanted her off balance and unable to lie.

"A few thousand."

"That's all?" He asked, sounding dubious. His fingers began to unbutton her shirt.

"Well, I've done work for him for years..." her voice was soft and she willed herself to play the role he wanted. She was good at these games. She played them all the time. If she could forget that she was in real danger this time she might be able to twist this encounter into more familiar territory.

She let herself grow aroused by his touch, her breathing already shallow and quick, deepened and her quavering voice took on a huskier tone.

"I'm more interested lately. This last month." His hands finished with her buttons and now stroked her stomach and chest over the thin, soft satin of her camisole.

"I have only worked for him twice this last month." She breathed deeply, pressing her breast into his hand as it cupped her bosom.

"Does he pay for that condo they found you in?"

Tamanna shook her head. "I rent it." She lied.

His hands found the zipper on her skirt and undid it. "Did Goldberg give you any papers, or keys or anything unusual lately? Like an accounting book?"

His hands pulled the hem of her camisole out of her skirt and his warm palm slid along the firm plain of her belly underneath her undergarment. Closing her eyes Tamanna tried to appear aroused in spite of herself. She bent all her willpower to the task of making this man feel he was making her horny while terrifying her.

The truth was that she was making herself horny and she was terrified.

"I only saw him twice in the last month, and we did the same stuff we always do. We went out, then he took me someplace and fucked me. I don't know what you want from me." She said this last part as slowly and breathlessly as she dared, implying she knew exactly what he wanted, sex, and that she feared it.

His hand found her breast under her clothes and he cupped her fear chilled flesh with his warm palm.

"I think you are telling me the truth Tamanna. But I have to be sure. It matters to me that I find out the truth." He held out his free hand and someone put a box cutter in it. Using the blade he began to cut her clothes off.

Starting with her camisole he sliced a line down the centre of her chest and opened the soft material in one deft slice. Pulling open the remains he bared her chest to his avid gaze.

Tamanna quivered with fear, and dove into the role she was playing. This was another scenario for one of Dan's movies. That was all it could be. She had to believe it with all her power.

Piece by piece the heavy-set man cut all her clothing off. Her shirt, her camisole, her skirt and her panties. He pulled off her shoes and then when she hung helpless, utterly nude before him he stood back and admired her body.

"You are delicious. Like a little doll. I can't wait to fuck you Tamanna, but I'm going to make myself wait. I have to make sure you aren't lying to me." He stepped close and pressed the blade of the box cutter against her clitoris. It didn't cut her, the angle was wrong, but the cold blade pressed hard against her tingling button nearly made her wet herself.

"Tamanna, Goldberg has stolen millions of dollars from a group I am part of. He has it stashed away someplace and I have been given the task of finding it. He died before he could tell us. Did you know he had a bad heart? I didn't." He pressed the blade harder against her tender little clit. "Did he ever, and I mean ever, mentioned a place he kept money or a private house, bank, or offshore holding? Anything at all?"

Tears streamed from her eyes as he wiggled the terrifying blade against her sex.

"No. no sir. We played a game together. I was just his escort. One of a few. He simply used me for sex. That's all."

"Well then so will we." He pulled the blade back from her clit and replaced it with a finger. He began to rub her button tenderly and she felt her passion grow immediately to replace her fear. Internally she fanned the flame of it.The old man began to finger her slit and discovered she was moist.

"You like this rough stuff?"

She nodded, pretending to be embarrassed by the reaction of her body.

"Good. I'm in a bad mood."

Stepping away he turned to one of his thugs and held out a hand. "Belt."

The man who had done most of the talking at her condo pulled the belt from around his waist and gave it to his boss. The older man positioned himself as Tamanna did breathing exercises to center herself and absorb the upcoming pain.

The first crack of leather on her bare skin made her scream. The sound of the belt on her skin was worse than the pain, at first. Then a lash of fire reached her brain and heat scoured her back.Opening herself to it, Tamanna did her best to ride on top of the waves of agony rather than be submerged beneath them. She was strong enough for this, she knew it.

 

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Over and over the old man whipped her with the belt. His inexpert flogging hurt more than anything she had ever felt in any other S&M scenario. He didn't know what he was doing other than giving pain. The belt was hard and unyielding, not made for sex play.

She was whipped front and back, her body lashed dozens of times. Welts bloomed on her pale soft flesh and tiny beads of blood appeared. Her wrists and ankles throbbed excruciatingly as she writhed helplessly, trying instinctually to avoid the lash of leather. Her movements made her swing wildly from her bonds sending agony through her shoulders, and wrists.

The old man focused his flogging on her breasts, and ass ruthlessly tormenting her delicate flesh. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this kind of pain, but she knew she could overcome it. Looking down at herself when she was able to open her eyes she saw that her flesh was still intact. In spite of the agony, no blood flowed freely from her wounds; they were merely welts and strips of red across the usually unblemished sheath of her skin.

The whipping stopped and the old man appeared before her, sweating and out of breath, much like herself.

"So. Shall I continue, or have you had enough?"

"Please." She begged. "I don't know anything. I'm just a call girl. One of many."

Her skin throbbed where the belt had slapped it, and when the old man began to run his hands along her breasts once more, the sting from his belt made her recoil from his touch whimpering.

"You're just his little whore, huh? Just someplace he put his dick?" A hand ran along her belly making her flinch, then his fingers found her slit and discovered how wet she still was. "You are a kinky little bitch. Boys this little slut is dripping wet. Look."

Holding up his fingers he showed them her fluids wet and slippery on his fingers, her moisture glistening in the light. Placing his fingers inside her once more the old man began to fuck her with two digits and Tamanna felt herself open to him. Willing herself to get even more aroused she began to moan and hump her hips onto his hand in tiny unconscious seeming movements.

More than anything Tamanna wanted him to get so horny he couldn't help but fuck her and forget about torturing her, or even killing her. She was fairly certain that if she could get him off she would survive this encounter. Which given the state of the driver was no guarantee.

With his penetrating eyes on her face the old man frigged her sopping pussy, his breathing beginning to mirror her own. Tamanna bit her lip and performed every subtle cue she knew to appear reluctantly aroused. She pretended to fight her rising lust while actually diving into it to hide from her terror and agony.

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It was a delicate balance made more difficult by the close scrutiny of the old man who had not yet been beguiled enough to simply fuck her.

"Are you horny little girl?"

She slightly shook her head no, hoping it looked like she was trying not to be.

"I think you are. I think you love being looked at by my guys here. And me. I think you like me too." She trembled head to toe. It was fear and disgust, but he didn't need to know that. Let her aching nipples and slippery cunt make him believe what he wanted.

Pulling his fingers out of her grip he began to rub her clit, making her body jump with sudden over-stimulation.

"Oh yes. You're horny alright. And so are we. So..." He leaned in, his fingers still massaging her tender bundle of nerves and he whispered "Just tell me what I want to know and all this can be over. Then we can have some fun. You. Me. My boys. I've seen the movies. You like gangbangs don't you?'

"Please..." Was all she replied.

"Please what?"

"P-please... please fuck me." She spoke so softly she wasn't sure if he heard her, but she felt his fingers grow still for a moment as he looked deeply into her wide open, beseeching eyes.

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Tamanna put everything ounce of will she had into begging him silently to fuck her. She thought only of sex, not letting any of her fear appear in her gaze. It worked.

The old man smiled and resumed rubbing her clit.

"Boys looks like this little slut wants to get fucked. Let's give her what she wants. Lower her a bit. I want her to suck my cock. I love that pouty little mouth of yours baby."

Relief flooded Tamanna's being and she sighed when the pressure on her wrists eased and her arms began to lower.

One of the guys grabbed her hips and pulled them back making her bend over on her wide stretched legs. Her feet touched down and the pain in her ankles eased as well. Her shoulders had to rotate as she was bent over and now her arms were pulled up behind her head, but it was still better than before.

When she was positioned right for him, the old man walked up and shoved a hard cock in her face. His gray pubic hair thrust out around the base in a thick thatch of hair. It was a smallish penis, but very hard.

The old man rubbed it around her mouth and she opened up for him. Pushing inward he began to fuck her face while Tamanna licked and sucked it as much as she could. Eagerly Tamanna gobbled his erection like a porn star, shamelessly drooling over him, and making a meal of it. Quite literally her very life depended on getting this old man off as best she could. If she pleased him she was certain he would be much less likely to murder her in cold blood.

Taking him deep, trying not to gag, she caressed his shaft with her lips and pushed her tongue as far down to the base of his cock as she could, she wanted him to feel as much of her mouth as possible. He held onto her arms where they twisted past her head and used them to pull her mouth back down over his cock. Then he would push her away and start over.

Tamanna tried to relax her shoulders as much as possible to allow for the swinging motion in such an awkward position, but there was only so much she could do. Pain flared along her arms and in her neck as she struggled in the twisted posture.

Over and over the old man thrust himself into her throat, his ragged breathing growing hoarse. His warm member filled her mouth and she slurped on him greedily, hoping to just blow him and end this torment. But she knew it wouldn't end so easily, and that was probably for the best.

He pulled out and pressed his spit soaked shaft to her face and ordered her to lick his balls. Lapping at the hanging sack he presented her with, she suckled his testes and bathed his balls adoringly.

"Yeah. Suck my balls you slut. You want what's in there? Hmmm? You want my hot cum you little whore?" Ignoring his ugly murmurs as much as she dared, Tamanna lavished this foul old man with far more ardor than he had earned from her. She wanted him to feel like a king, but inside she despised him and his violent thugs.

Then after a few more moments of foul whisperings and more cock sucking he moved away and went around behind her. Positioning himself between her wide open buttocks he eased his prick into her slick folds and began to fuck her the same way he had fucked her mouth. Hard and fast.

Gripping her welted ass he drove into her painfully and she whimpered. Trying to make it sound wholly like a sound of pleasure she forced herself to accept his invasion, opening her deepest part to his stabbing member.

Now as he hammered into her his hands roamed over her belt slashed back and buttocks making her wince with pain. Using the fierce sting to goad her she shoved back hard onto his incoming cock and fucked him back as hard as she fucked her.

"God this slut is an animal. She fucks like a bitch in heat. Are you getting all this Gino?"

"Oh yeah boss. I got it all."

Twisting around as far as she could to peer past her own arm, Tamanna saw that one of the goons, the one from the back door, was filming everything with a small digital camera. Her heart sank as once more she saw that she was being captured on film. She certainly didn't trust this asshole to keep this as a private film.

Gino was between her and the driver so no-one would see the beaten man in the background. No one would know she was being coerced into doing these things with this evil old man. It would just look like one more porno with a woman being **censored** to humiliate herself.

Her despair broke her concentration and she hesitated while fucking the old man.

"Oh my poor dear, didn't you know I was filming all of this? You are going to be a star. I own a website. All your wonderful films are going on my site. I have to make up the lost revenue that Goldberg stole from me somehow."

In spite of everything, her shame and mortification swamped her and Tamanna began to weep. Even as the old man drove himself into her wet core she felt herself shrivel up and die a little inside.

"Poor baby girl. Let me take your mind off your impending stardom. And give our future viewers more to wank to."

Still fucking her, the old man began to spank her with the belt once more. He slapped her across the back and buttocks with it and then let it snake around and slap against her dangling breasts.

The pain was terrible, but not as bad as before. He was too close to her to swing it hard. Yet her skin was already raw and abused so each stroke of leather hurt more than the last.Luckily it didn't last long. Soon the old man stopped whipping her and once more began to fuck her in earnest, driving into her tender slot with intent.

Then abruptly he pulled out and staggered around her and aimed his cock at her mouth. "Open up." Obediently Tamanna opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and he jerked off rubbing his head on the wet appendage she offered. Right on his heels Gino arrived with the camera close in to capture her defilement.

In a moment the old man's sperm oozed out of his prick and drizzled over her outstretched tongue. Letting it messily dribble off her pink tongue and onto her chin Tamanna did her best to look the part of a cum hungry whore happily receiving her reward.

She was happy in a way. The old man seemed to be cumming from the deepest recesses of his body. It went on and on and he grunted and groaned painfully as he spilled himself over her mouth. His orgasm went on for a long time, but very little jism came out, yet she made it seem as though each precious drop was ambrosia to her.

Licking her lips and smacking her mouth she savored him for the camera and suckled his knob slurping up every drop of his seed greedily.

The taste was foul and she nearly gagged, but she forced herself to swallow all of it and show her empty mouth to Gino and his looming camera. At last the old man stepped back and sighed. "Oh that was good. Well done Tamanna. Nick get me a chair. Gino give me the camera and then you boys have a go."

Obeying his command the men scuttled around while Tamanna tried to prepare herself for more. Her body was sore and abused, but she knew much more was coming. She did some deep breathing exercises and tried as best she could to relax as her limbs were pulled every direction by the painful straps.

Before she felt totally ready the two big men approached, both having removed their pants completely, their hard cocks aiming at her vulnerable openings.Nick, the talkative one from her condo, positioned himself at her head and shoved himself into her mouth without ceremony.

Sucking him in she began to lavish him with attention the same way she had the old man. While she gobbled his thick knob Gino filled her pussy with meat and began to fuck her from behind. Stuffed full of two big cocks, Tamanna struggled to focus on what she was doing to Nick. Gino could use her pussy without her attention, but Nick would choke her, or even grow bored if she let her attention wander too far, so she focused on his warm hard shaft in her mouth and worked her tongue all over his prick.

Both men slapped her and pinched her wherever their hands could reach. Her face, her buttocks, her back, tits, thighs, arms and belly. They abused her far more than the old man had, making her scream with pain whenever they could. Gino wiggled a finger into her anus and stretched her tender sphincter. He pinched her clit hard and made her cry out around Nick's driving pole. Nick reached down and pulled on her nipples and pinched them hard between powerful fingers. She howled and cried out, all while being fucked hard at both ends.

And all the while she dove deeper and deeper into the mind-set of a person who enjoyed pain. She tried to convert their torments into something sexy and intimate. It was the most difficult challenge she had ever faced in her life, but she did it. She grew more and more aroused by their punishments, getting wetter and wetter and then before she knew it she was having an orgasm.

When she began to climax she started to yowl like an animal and, as her body shook and quivered with passion, she squeezed the cock in her tight cunt milking it for sperm instinctually.

Her cries were muffled and constrained by the thick shaft wedged in her mouth but her wailing echoed around the warehouse anyway. Suffocating in her extremity, Tamanna came and went as her airway was blocked with Nick's cock, her body panicking and somehow still climaxing.

Both men pinched her tender nipples and clit hard as she went off in a series of endless orgasms. Her vision sparked with bright dots of color as her brain became starved for oxygen while she was stuffed full at both ends.And still she climaxed.

The men using her spoke to each other and she finally stopped cumming when they both pulled out and switched positions.

Gasping for air when her mouth was finally empty, Tamanna sucked in precious lungful's of oxygen and spat out thick ropes of her own saliva that were threatening to choke her.

Then Gino's cock, smeared with her own juices was shoved into her still gasping mouth and once more she could only breathe through her nose. She dimly felt Nick rubbing his cock all around her pussy, brushing her tingling clit making her jump. Then he shoved into her quavering core and she felt another wave of rapture threaten to overtake her.

Struggling to maintain her sanity she fought this round of orgasms. She needed to lower her heart rate and control her breathing. But Gino filled her throat and hammered into her mouth violently, gagging her.

Then after a moment of fucking her dripping cunt Nick pulled out and she felt him spit on her asshole. She knew he was going to fuck her there and she groaned inwardly at the thought.

When the spongy head of his cock began to spread her tight ring she tried desperately to loosen her tight muscles, but she was in pain from multiple whippings, from being twisted as she hung suspended from straps in an awkward position she had been in far too long, and her air starved lungs were screaming to be filled with much needed oxygen. She had no more focus to relax.

When Nick's cockhead popped past her tight sphincter it hurt like crazy and she screamed once more. And humiliatingly she began to climax once more.Used, debased and degraded she felt depraved as she took pleasure in her own unwilling disgrace. She had done such acts before, but never without her consent, and the violation felt profound. The willful betrayal of her body, the choice to twist the inside of her mind to take pleasure from this horrible event in order to stay alive was the greatest transgression she had ever experienced.

Every moment of desire, and fulfillment she took from this vulgar molestation wounded her pride more deeply than she had ever felt before. And yet she climaxed over and over, her body taking savage gratification from being used by these men.

In her deepest heart she wanted them to cum in her, on her , to drown her in a sea of sperm simply to end her torture and allow her to live another day. If they didn't take their pleasure now, they would very likely kill her.

As she shook with the extremity of her passionate display Tamanna strained to find any comfort for either her body or her spirit, but both were elusive as two violent, aggressive men used her body as a vessel for their lust.

Just as she felt she could no longer continue without going insane Nick pulled harshly out of her sore asshole and told Gino to move. Gino pulled out of Tamanna's mouth and went behind her. As Gino fitted himself into her wide-stretched ass Nick stuffed his cock into her mouth and ordered her to suck.

She slurped and strained to swallow his member, soiled as it was from her bum. It gagged her, and luckily he began to cum before she was sick.

Pulling from her mouth Nick began to jack off over her face and sprayed her with jizz as the old man stood and brought the camera closer.

Acting for the old man, Tamanna moaned and sighed and generally behaved like a porn actress, gratified to be coated in sperm. In a way she was. It meant her rape might soon be over.

When at last Nick had finished glazing her features with his spooge she tried to focus on getting Gino to cum by squeezing her ass around him and milking his pole.

It worked, or he was already close, because a mere moment after Nick came Gino pulled out of her ass and came to deposit his load over her face as well.

Cum splashed out onto her nose, lips, cheek and got into her eyes. Gino and nick both had substantial loads and when Gino finished her face was a mask of glistening oozing spunk.

Taking his time the old man filmed the sperm as it dribbled down her face, and inspired to keep up the façade of enjoying this, Tamanna began to lick the cum from her lips, seeking to taste as much of it as she could while he closed in on her cum covered countenance.

Cum always tasted odd to her, but pleasant, and she found even in this horrifying circumstance that as she pretended to have enjoyed what just happened to her, she trembled and juddered with mini-orgasms as she salaciously licked as much of the sperm from her face as she could reach.

Then the old man moved away.

"Let her down."

Gino and Nick released her legs first and as soon as she could she brought her feet underneath herself and shakily stood to relieve her wrists and hands which were in agony.

When they lowered her arms her shoulders began to scream at her as well, her muscles clearly strained from the angle she had dangled in for so long. Tears mingled with ejaculate on her face as pain washed over her.

 

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As soon as she was free Tamanna collapsed to the floor and quivered with exhaustion and fear. Her body was utterly spent from long orgasms, terror and the physical stress of being fucked so hard, and so long in such an uncomfortable position.

Uncaring she curled up into a ball and lay on the cold concrete floor and tried not to give in to the heart-sore screaming she felt growing in her throat. Tamanna heard the meaty slap of the driver falling to the ground as he was released. The dull hollow thud as part of him, likely his head, hit the cement made her want to vomit. Was he unconscious, or merely dead?

She heard the men drag the driver away and listened closely for a groan, or gasp or any noise to indicate he lived.

She heard nothing.

"I know you are holding something back, Tamanna."

The old man's voice, so close to her, made her jump. She hadn't realized he was standing right over her; she had been listening to the other men moving further away.

Tilting her aching neck she found him with her eyes as he stood looming over her, the camera still in hand, but dangling, turned off.

"I don't know what it is." He mused to himself. "But it's something."

Tamanna realized he was considering killing her just to be safe. Her mind raced, looking for a way out of this ordeal.

'I'm just a call girl." She whimpered pathetically. Even to her own ears she sounded like a lost, helpless child.

"Just a call girl." He repeated, lost in thought.

Something in the dismissal of her, the tone of voice he used that showed his utter lack of concern that she was a human being brought out the rage and desperation in her and Tamanna moved before she even knew she was intending to.

Using her legs she did a sweep and knocked the old man to the floor. Using the surprise she scrambled to where the stunned old man had fallen and she wrapped her hands around his neck from behind. Her wrists were still bound with the zap strap and she nestled the plastic bonds right over his windpipe and pulled backward hard.

Her shoulders complained painfully as she heaved backward, strangling the old man. Bracing both knees into the middle of his back she lay beside him and with all her might choked the life from that poisonous old beast.He fought back, but her sudden explosion of activity had caught him so off guard that she had locked into a perfect hold before he knew he was in danger.

As her arms grew weaker Tamanna stretched out her legs and used their greater strength to pull his neck further and further back as she bowed his back. The sound when his windpipe broke seemed to echo through the space and even though his struggles increased then, Tamanna knew she had won and she disengaged from him as he thrashed wildly, making weird whooping noises as he tried desperately to pull air into lungs no longer fully connected to the world outside.

Now the hardest part. Getting out of here when she didn't even know where she was.Looking around the room for the first time she saw that it was a full, and well used warehouse. Overwhelmed by options she looked down closer to herself to see what lay to hand.

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The box cutter offered her immediate release and safety so she grabbed it and awkwardly cut the ties from her wrists. By the time she finished, the old man was dead.She went to him and sliced his face to make sure. He didn't move and the blood that trickled out was sluggish, no heart pumping more to fill the wound.

She went through his pockets to see if there was anything of use in them. She found a ring of keys with a lot of keys on it. She set them aside. He had a money clip with a big bundle of hundreds she took, and a cell phone which she also took, just in case.

So far the box cutter was the most useful item she had.Looking a few feet out, scanning for inspiration she saw the Driver's shirt and jacket. Rushing over she grabbed both, but just as she did she heard a distant door open and swing shut as one or both of the goons returned.

Tamanna randomly picked a direction and ran into the stacks of boxes nearby. She looked around and sprinted down an aisle of shelves which ran deeper into the warehouse. Padding silently on bare feet she put as much distance as her overtaxed body could between her and the dead man.

She got to a series of offices with glass windows but no lights on. She could run left or right or try the offices. Opting for left because it moved her further from where the goons were coming from she carefully tried doorknobs as she jogged.

They were locked.

Then she heard a voice cry out, "Boss!" and then the sound of the thugs rushing to him. It sounded too close for comfort. She thought they would find her immediately.

Running faster along the line of doors she saw ahead of herself a corner with two choices. One way went back out into the warehouse, the other was a hallway that went under a lower, normal height roof.

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Picking up speed she rushed, as silently as she could to reach the corner and when she did she took a right under the low roof. This was a short hallway with more doors. She ran to the far end of the doors and tried the knobs on the last three doors that each met at the end of the hall.

Locked.

Tamanna took a deep breath and tried to think clearly and not panic.Listening, she heard the thugs yelling, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Looking down at all the things in her hands she decided to try the keys she had taken. She gave herself the option of trying three keys before she moved on. Three keys for three doors.

The first key she tried from the ring didn't even fit in any of the locks.

She made herself really look at the keys and the locks and try and figure out which keys might be likely candidates. Trembling with fear and exertion she had to use both hands to try the second key. It didn't work in any lock either.

The third and final key she was willing to spend precious seconds trying fit into the first door and turned.

The door she tried had been the one at the very end of the hallway. The direction she most wanted to go. Father from the men.

When the key turned and the lock opened she gasped. Disbelieving it had worked she turned the knob slowly, cautiously and when it moved she swung the door open and stepped inside, closing it quickly behind herself.

She carefully latched it closed and fumbled around the handle for the lock and then she relocked the door.It was pitch black in here and she debated turning on the light.Feeling for a switch she decided no light was more dangerous than light at this point. The light revealed the room to be an employee coffee room. Another door on the far side led somewhere else. It had a small mesh covered window in it that revealed it was more than a closet door.

Tamanna went over and unlocked the door and peered through. A hall went left and right, but immediately to her left she saw an open front reception area. And through some big wall sized windows she saw freedom.

Switching off the light in the break room she took the time to lock the door behind herself using the same key she still held clenched in her fingers.

Some primal need to cover her nudity made her don the shirt and jacket she had picked up. Just that bit of cover made her feel infinitely more secure.

Stuffing the pockets with her stolen items she moved to the front door to the building and twisted the lock and stepped outside into the cool night air.

One more cautious rummage through the key ring and she picked the largest key to fit into the lock and it slid home. She locked the glass door behind herself and then began to run once more.

The front of the warehouse was a parking area with small manicured grass areas. Bright lights overhead lit her way as she ran as fast as her legs would go across the pavement and out into the night.

One last instinct told her to look back and she saw that the area was deserted. She had escaped.

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It took her three blocks of running before she not only felt she could slow down, but also before she recognized where she was in her city. As soon as she saw a familiar landmark she knew she was closer to her condo than to her apartment. The goons knew where the condo was, but she had to risk being caught, if only to get the few necessary items she needed for the next step in her unfolding plan.

Her feet were aching, her body stiffening, and her lungs burning by the time she jogged the last mile to her condo. She approached cautiously, taking her time, assuming that Nick and Gino would be there waiting for her.

She scrambled over the fence to her common area in back, after waiting what felt like too long to see if anyone was in her home, or sitting watching it. It was hard getting moving once more after sitting for long minutes, but her life depended on it so she had forced her aching body into motion.

When she opened her door the smell of Milky's home filled her with hope and a sense of safety. Not letting herself be lulled, Tamanna listened carefully to hear if anything seemed out of place.

It seemed as though the condo was empty so she ran to her bedroom and gathered a few pre-chosen items. All the way here she had reviewed what she would take with her. A litany that she chanted in a regular rhythm as her feet hit the ground. Over and over she reassessed discarding and adding items during the whole run.

She moved efficiently, knowing where everything was and she had a small backpack stuffed with documents and a few pieces of disguise.

Slipping out the back once more she went over the fence and faded into the night. Circling around the found her car, Milky's car to be unobserved. She hopped in and drove away.

When she made it back to her apartment Tamanna finally allowed herself to relax. The first thing she wanted was a shower. As she washed the smell of terror, and three loads of cum from her body she allowed her mind to finally encompass all that she had endured.

As grief and fear and exhaustion battled for supremacy Tamanna stood trembling in the steaming stream of hot water and wept.When the water ran cold she turned it off, set her alarm for three hours and fell into a fitful nightmare filled with sleep.

Her plan was audacious, but she felt as though she had no choice. She dressed and went to work at the bank.It took a long time to find any clothes that covered her horribly bruised wrists. She needed to take a handful of ibuprofen to feel as though she could properly walk. Her whole body ached.

Getting to work immediately she divided her whirling mind onto two tasks. First she had to help the customers who came to her wicket, but whenever she had a free moment she began moving her assets to Milky's accounts. Taking every dollar she could she transferred the money into Madeline's name and then using Milky's name Tamanna begin booking flights and cars and planning her escape.

Jittery, with a sense of impending doom, Tamanna glanced up continually expecting to see the police or the goons looming over her, or rushing in guns drawn. She twitched and started as high strung as a bow string.

When she finished her **censored** business in fits and starts she couldn't help but to begin wondering why she had fallen into the middle of all this? How could being a call girl have put her here? What had Dan done to point her way?

How had her card been on his body? What did that mean? How long had he known about her identity as Tamanna Bhatia? Why hadn't he told her he knew?

Then it occurred to her that he must have known for a long time. He wouldn't want to risk sleeping with some drug addled hooker, he was far too careful for that. If he knew for a long time why did he have her card on his body? And if he had her card he would have been in her bank. Right here.

In a flash of inspiration Tamanna did a search on Dan's name to see if he had any accounts in this bank.

He was with her bank institute but not her branch.

Then she did an almost automatic search of her own name, just on a whim. All the accounts she expected came up, but there were one too many.

There under her name was a safety deposit box she had never opened. It had been set up two months ago, and last used three days ago.

Tamanna's hands began to shake when she saw that. This must be what everyone is looking for.Tamanna knew where the keys to the deposit boxes were kept, but she wasn't sure she could get in there to find hers without being caught.

On a mid-morning break she approached her manager.

"Gail, I have a favor to ask. I lost my key to my deposit box, but I need it today. I have a friend's wedding rings in there and she has a rehearsal tonight."

"Oh. Wow. Okay let me look." Gail brought up the account and saw that everything was up to date. She knew Tamanna so after checking that Tamanna's middle name matched the one on file she pulled out the keys to Tamanna's box and the two went to the room where the deposit boxes were kept. They used the two keys to open the door and then Gail left her alone for a moment.

Tamanna nervously put the box on the table provided and opened it.

Inside was a ledger sitting on top of a pair of cloth bags. Tamanna opened the ledger and saw a series of coded entries. She knew from years at a bank that these were deposits and withdrawals, but who was getting what was impossible to decipher.

The numbers were huge however. Millions of dollars moving back and forth and accumulating in a couple very large accounts. Someone would want this back very badly.

Setting it aside she pulled out one of the cloth bags. It was heavy and the objects inside shifted as she opened the bag.

Reaching inside she felt familiar bundles. Pulling her hand out she found it held a pair of clean, new bundles of cash, a glance showed her she held two piles of hundreds. That meant she was holding twenty thousand dollars if these were bundled by hundreds like the bank did. They looked just the same.

She knew she didn't have time to count it all, but at a guess , if all the bundles were hundreds, and a quick rummage through the bag showed her only hundreds, then there might be a few hundred thousand dollars in here.

She stuffed the ledger into one of the bags and put the now empty box back and closed the door. She went back to work stunned and feeling numb.

All morning she slowly, carefully pulled bundles out of the bags one at a time and bit by bit deposited the money into Milky's accounts. The first bag contained 12 straps of hundreds.

The second bag contained bundles of thousands. Twelve straps of thousands. The whole amount was $1320,000. It took all morning to get it into the system and into Milky's accounts.

At lunch she took everything she wanted from the bank, which wasn't much, she now had over a million and a half dollars in her bank accounts, and she walked out never to return.

An anonymous phone call told the handsome detective where to find the ledger, hidden at her least favorite co-worker's station in the bank. Maybe they could do something with it. She would never know.

A month later she was tanning on a beach in Fiji. She had arrived a few days ago. Laying nude in the sun on her private beach, luxuriating in the warm sun and cool ocean breeze Milky, the wealthy socialite from America was enjoying an extended vacation.

Milky had flown from home to Texas. Then Tamanna had rented a car and driven into Mexico. Tamanna had driven along the west coast for a few days then rented a boat. Milky had landed in Costa Rica and stayed a couple days shopping and enjoying some night life. Then she rented a boat and sailed away.

Tamanna had landed in Panama and then flown to Peru.

Both ladies had enjoyed a little time there exploring the ancient ruins and local flavor. And finally Milky had flown to Fiji.

Tamanna had no idea if anyone was looking for her, or how much her trail would confuse them. She used cash every chance she had, but she needed banks once in a while. She only used Milky's banking because as far as she knew no-one knew anything about that name.

At any rate she had almost forgotten she was a fugitive of sorts. Laying utterly nude on the tiny secluded private beach of the house she had rented pushed all those thoughts of home and fear far from her mind.

The man licking her pussy was also very distracting as well. A local man she had met at a small bar, he had offered to help clean up the yard around the house and one thing had led to another and he was now her lover.

His mouth caressed her nether lips and his tongue teased her clit bringing her so close to orgasm that her brain drifted from her twisted path here and focused on the pleasure blooming down below.

And so, her life utterly uprooted, and forever altered by her experiences Tamanna lay back in the bright sunshine as her pussy was pleasured by a man she hardly knew, who spoke a language she couldn't speak and she climaxed powerfully and profoundly.

With more money than she could spend and a desire to see the world Tamanna was on an adventure she had no intention of ending any time soon.

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