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Myself Honey Rose,Let me tell you about my features -fit body, slender legs, especially curved thighs, especially thicker than normal. Firm and straight boobs as especially noticed by everyone, fair skin, height 5 feet 7 inch.

I myself was amazed at the fact that 36 sized boobs could stand so straight without even a bra. My nipples are semi brown in color. My face has an innocent look and lips are magnificent. I work as an Assistant Hospitality Manager in a 5-star hotel.

I have done my MBA in Hotel Management and completed it 6 months ago. Then I joined a hotel named Grand Number, which is a 7-floor five-star hotel. Due to my looks, I got several proposals but never **censored** heed towards them. I didn’t feel comfortable in any relationship to be an obstacle in my career.

So there were no boyfriends or sexual relationships in school or college or during MBA. But around 8 months ago I felt a strange and unfamiliar feeling within myself. I developed a lesbian relationship with my college mate. Let me tell you about her first, then I’ll describe how it started.

Her name is Madonna. She’s 5 feet 8 inches 34 sized boobs, slimmer than me but just a little bit. She’s fairer than me, perfectly shaped firm boobs, slender legs, curved thighs, round bums and spotless body, which gets red even in little sun exposure.

She was doing her MBA in HR Management from the same college. Though we were in different streams, we found a few common topics of interest. And thus we became close friends and developed a strong bond in two years. I didn’t have the intention of a lesbian relationship with Madonna and neither did she.

We went for an annual function organized by the college in April 2018. Every two students got one hotel room to stay and change there. As per closeness between us we decided to take the same room. We reached there by 4 pm and the function was going to start at 8 pm.

We decided to wear traditional attire. So we wore super sexy Ghagra Choli and applied all kinds of makeup. After that Madonna suggested it to Mehandi and told that she had brought a few packets. We decided to give it a try and managed to call one of our college mates to help.

She applied Mehandi as we were told and sat in the room to get it dried. While it was getting dried Madonna decided to use the washroom so she went inside. When she was done she came outside and saw herself in the mirror. She stared at herself for a little longer and then asked me whether her lipstick was more than normal.

I looked at her and found that she was right. I supported her in what she said. She said to remove it before it gets dried up, showing her wet hands. I showed her my wet hands with Mehandi and made a sad face that I couldn’t help. She thought for a while and asked me to kiss her and remove the extra layer of lipstick.

I laughed immediately but she didn’t. She was looking serious and I asked whether she was serious. She nodded her head and I reluctantly got up. I brought my face near her and then kissed her on her lips. I was feeling very uncomfortable kissing her at first.

But as soon as I kissed her, a chill ran down my spine. I was planning to kiss her for a few seconds. But when it started, I kissed her full mouth. She looked in my eyes with a question mark. But I just closed my eyes and hugged her tightly. I started to kiss her and bite her lips for two minutes, crushing her in me.

Her boobs were crushing with mine. She wasn’t responding and was resisting a little bit. But after 2 minutes, she hugged me back. I started to respond immediately, kissing me back and biting me on my lips. But I realized how much she got involved in it.

She started to unhook my blouse and later my bra. I replicated her action, removing the hooks of her blouse and bra. We parted for a while, removed her blouse and bra completely. I too replicated the same and then she turned around removing her bottom with her panty.

I hesitated for a few seconds and removed mine too. As she turned towards me I saw her completely nude. I started to admire each part of the body which was inviting me to hold them and kiss them. She was doing the same with my body parts and was looking more desperate than me.

Before I could respond, I was pushed on the bed and was deposited on my back. My thighs were spread apart and Madonna was licking my pussy, biting outer lips, gripping tightly my thighs over her shoulders. The feeling was awesome yet unbearable.

I tried to set free when she clutched both palms in her palms and turned backward, sending a chill of pain in my wrist. She was indicating to me not to resist her doings. I tried to relax but my juice was building up and the pressure was building inside me. I started to moan and she released my hands.

She moved her hands upwards cupping my boobs and squeezing them roughly. I just grabbed her head, rubbed my palm on it and let her continue. She moved her hands on my bums and squeezed them roughly for a few minutes. She was pushing her tongue deeper.

It didn’t take me long to explode my orgasm. I was exhausted and she just lay by my side. She pulled me over herself and pushed my head between her chin and chest, on her neckline. She asked me to kiss over there, and if I was ok then I could bite there too.

She cuddled me in her arms and was sliding her hands on my spine, on my butts and sometimes on my thighs too. I started to kiss her neckline and bit her there and she was squeezing me tightly. She was saying she loved me a lot and she was all mine forever.

In five minutes I moved lower to lick her boobs and suck her nipples. I sucked those pink nipples, chewed them a few times. I know it hurts but she didn’t object a bit, in fact, encouraged me a lot. Then moved to her tummy, bit them a lot too moving forward to the love spot.

I licked her pussy first gently and then roughly, returned back the favor she did with me. Chewing her pussy lips hard and dipping my tongue as deeper as I could. Opposite to me, she didn’t resist me a bit. She kept on moaning and encouraging me a lot, and apart from me, she took half time for an orgasm.

We lay on each other cuddling, kissing and licking each other. Then we skipped the annual function and went straight to her hostel room which was the same as mine. And we spent the whole night, sleeping naked in each other's arms, bringing orgasm to each other two more times.

We got up late in the morning and didn’t talk with each other for a few days. Both were feeling guilty and both avoided each other for a few days. One day in the college washroom I asked what was the matter with her. She didn’t reply and I pulled her against a wall. Deposited her on the wall and kissed her full mouth.

I was squeezing her boob and bums with my palms. She resisted for a few minutes and then grabbed me back. We kissed for a whole 5 minutes. Then said she loved me and wanted to stay together. She said she wanted to stay with me but not in the hostel. But in an independent flat with whole privacy.

I consoled her with a promise that I’ll figure something out. She needs to give me a little time. She agreed. For the next two months, we had our lesbian sex 8 times, a few times in her hostel room and a few times in mine. After the exam was over, both she and I were selected in our field of companies.

She was selected in MNC Finance Company as an Assistant HR Manager. I was selected as an Assistant Hospitality Manager in a five-star hotel. Both our families insisted that we stay in a hostel. But we insisted on staying in the independent flat, giving the excuse of far location, unsafe roads and late right returning from the workplace.

So after many requests, we both were permitted. Though we didn’t share the details of staying together, with our families. So as soon as we got permission we hired a posh flat and shifted immediately. So we stayed nude in the flat, servicing each other anytime we liked.

We bathed together, slept together and did every nasty thing together. We didn’t like hanging out with anyone at all. Just we too, in our flat, exploring each and every part of the skin of each other. Sometimes I was the dominant one, exploring her roughly. But most of the time she was the dominant one.

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Two months later, Madonna’s elder brother Hemant **censored** a visit to us. His train must have reached here by morning but he came in the evening. He knocked on the door and rang the bell. We didn't expect visitors, so we were all naked at that time. So we hurriedly wore our clothes, of course without undergarments.

Only a tight t-shirt and semi-short shorts which were high up from our knees. We were servicing each other at that time and were high as well as frustrated due to interference. Anyways we opened the door and saw Hemant. He was a good looking guy.

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Seeing him we both were shocked but cannot have shooed him off, so welcomed him in. I thought he was going to stay overnight and I had to stay away from Madonna tonight. But he said that he just came to see Madonna and will be leaving after dinner.

He said that he was shocked that we two stayed together as Madonna never mentioned that. I lied that I had shifted a day ago as my building in which I was staying was going to be demolished soon. I said that Madonna said to share her flat and we can share the rent.

He too supported it and said it would be a lot better if two people stayed together. But for security reasons, he asked me about my mobile number and my parent’s mobile number. As he was elder to Madonna she reluctantly gave him my number and later I gave him my dad’s number.

He called my dad immediately, wished him and told him that I and Madonna were staying together. He told him that he was Madonna’s elder brother. He wanted my dad to save his number as a family member of Madonna. He gave my dad Madonna’s number too to keep in touch in case my number is not working.

Now we didn’t want that. But he did the right thing as per a family member concerned about his family member. Though we didn’t like his interference but didn’t feel offended either. We ordered dinner as we were not in the mood to cook at all. He too asked not to cook and wanted to order himself.

But I insisted that he let me do the favor today. We ordered food and it was expected to be delivered in 1 ½ hour. So we just sat in front of him in a single bed, chatting with him while he was sitting on the sofa. We talked about Madonna, schooling, and childhood.

We cracked many jokes and laughed out loud, embarrassing Madonna a little. While talking he came to know about me too. He came to know about where I worked, where I lived and other details about my job. But after a little while, I observed his eyes roaming on my body, on my thighs, sometimes on my boobs.

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I could observe lust in his eyes, and I peeped towards a mirror nearby. I found my nipples poking out of my t-shirt. I felt embarrassed but didn’t express myself. He kept on staring at me until dinner arrived. I could feel lust in his eyes but I ignored it at that time.

While serving dinner I observed several times him peeping inside my cleavage from my t-shirt. I am sure without a bra he must have got a nice glimpse of my boobs. Later after he left I told Madonna about it, which she took lightly. She said that though I was not as tempting as her, I was equally beautiful like her.

She said that she was sure every guy would lust for me and her brother wasn’t an exception. She said that her brother didn’t know that I was a lesbian. Obviously, he must be attracted to me. I too agreed with her explanation and didn’t pay any further heed towards it.

Fifteen days later Madonna had to go out of the town. Her company was hiring a few recruits and she needed to go there and take the interviews. She left on Sunday morning and was expected to return by Tuesday evening. So I had two nights in between to stay all alone.

That wasn’t a big deal, as I have lived alone earlier too, before shifting with Madonna. She left and I bid her happy journey. I got off of the hotel on Sunday. But in the absence of Madonna, I decided to work overtime today and take leave on Wednesday. So that I could service her whole night on Tuesday.

She would be getting work off on Wednesday also. So I thought we can make good use of that. I reached the hotel on time and my manager was a little surprised. But as I told him my concern he agreed to it. So I started my work as a normal schedule.

Around 4 pm Hemant called me on my mobile. He said that he was unable to reach Madonna as her mobile was out of coverage. I told him that she was out of town till Tuesday evening. As she would have been traveling her mobile must be out of coverage. He cursed himself immediately and was concerned.

I asked him the reason. She said that he was at the railway station and was going to stay in the city till Tuesday morning. He thought he could stay with us but in the absence of Madonna, it wasn’t a good idea. I said that I don’t feel uncomfortable if he stays with me at the flat. But he strongly rejected it.

He said it wasn’t a good idea, and even if I wasn’t uncomfortable he was. I kept silent for a while. He asked whether the hotel in which I worked was good enough to stay. I acknowledged, of course, it was a five-star hotel. He asked me to book a room in his name and he’ll be staying there.

I told him that I’ll provide him a discount too and he can, of course, stay here. In this manner, I can take little care about his needs too. He reached in 20 minutes. Till then I had booked a room for him. I accompanied him to the room with the room service boy.

I told him where I would be sitting and he can call me whenever he needs my assistance. He thanked me a few times and said he didn’t need anything. He just asked when I’ll get off from work. He wanted to have dinner together and a little chit chat before I left home.

I told him that I’ll be free by 8 pm and will show up by 8:15. He nodded his head and I left. I finished my work and then ordered dinner for his room. I came to know that dinner was already ordered for his room with a bottle of wine. I smiled as I didn’t know he liked to have wine too.

I reached his room at around 8:15 pm. He was sitting in a night coat, which reached just below his underwear. His hairy thighs and legs were exposed. He was lying on the bed, watching TV, and sipping wine. As soon as I got inside he covered himself with the blanket and got up, keeping the TV on mute.

He tried to hide his wine glass. I told him it was fine and I don’t mind. He looked a little embarrassed and smiled lightly. I sat on the bed and we chatted a while until dinner arrived. I was wearing an official formal shirt and a skirt with a bow on the neck.

I removed my bow and opened my collar button before dinner. We had dinner together and then we sat again for a little chit chat..

Madonna’s brother, Hemant, was staying in my hotel as Madonna was not in town. I reached Hemant’s room at around 8:15 pm. We had dinner together and then we sat for a little chit chat. While we were talking, he was continuously looking at the TV screen. He just looked at me for a few seconds in between.

I was irritated with his behavior. He stopped me from chatting and now he was engaged with TV, ignoring me completely. I felt insulted and pulled the remote from him. I told him that it was bad manners to view the TV when he was talking to someone. The remote slipped from his hand in my hand.

I turned around to switch the TV off. As soon as I turned around, I looked at the TV screen. Before I could push the power button, the remote fell from my hand. It was me on the TV screen, all naked and Madonna’s face between my legs, eating my pussy.

I was pressing my boobs with my palms and my face was telling how ecstasy I was feeling. I slowly turned myself back towards him and saw him staring at me, smiling. He said that he needed to show that video to both my dad and his dad.

Then make both of them realize that both Madonna and I should be brought home immediately and should be married off as soon as possible. I was shell shocked and couldn’t utter a word for 2-3 minutes. I whispered meekly, telling him not to involve my parents in it.

 

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I told him that both Madonna and I loved each other very much and involving parents will demolish the family names. I begged him not to involve anyone. Saying this I started to cry, tears started to roll on my cheeks. He removed his blanket and shifted near me.

He wiped the tears from my face and said that he pictured that footage the day when he visited our house. He said that he came early in the morning and pictured that. He would have confronted us that day only but he wanted to talk with both of us separately.

He said that he understands our feelings and wasn’t against us, but wasn’t in favor either. I begged him again not to disclose this to anyone, especially with our parents. He shifted a little closer and wiped my tears again. I was sitting with my head down and wasn’t able to look in his eyes.

After wiping the tears his hand went downward but not completely. His hands reached to my shirt buttons and he undid the first button. As soon as he undid the first button, I raised my head and looked at him with a mixture of anger. Meanwhile, he undid my second button.

When he undid my third button, I caught his hands. He commanded me to leave his hand in a very rough manner. I hesitatingly removed my hands. He undid my fourth and fifth button swiftly. After it was done, he tried to pull my shirt off my body. I tried to resist but he pulled it off roughly.

I was sitting in my bra and skirt with my heels on. The bra clips were on the front side. So he unclipped my bra clips when I caught his hand once more. I meekly said please to him and he dominantly asked me to leave his hands. Within a few seconds, my bra was off my body.

I had crossed my arms on my boobs to save them from his view. He made me stand and then unclipped my skirt and the zip attached to it. He managed to slide it downwards until it reached my toes. He was brushing my thighs all the time. He gripped his fingers in my panty and started to pull it downward.

I caught his hands once again and said please to him. He growled at me to leave his hands and I realized my panty going downwards. I closed my eyes, turned my head and tears dropped from my eyes. He pulled me towards the bed and deposited me on the bed, with legs below my knees hanging from the bed.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. I saw him over me, separating my arms to get a full view of my boobs. He looked at them and admired them and then immediately one nipple was in his mouth. He sucked them, bit them and even chewed them a few times.

Then he shifted his mouth to the other one and did the same with that one too. After he was done, he shifted upwards and kissed my lips full, chewed my lips and erased all the lipstick from them. Meanwhile, he was squeezing my boobs roughly. I wasn’t supporting and wasn’t opposing.

I was in complete shock and wasn’t sure how to react. His lips moved downwards, on my neck, then on my tummy and then on my pussy. He licked, sucked and bit all of them for a few minutes. When he was satisfied he removed his night coat and I found him all naked underneath.

He came below my legs and spread my legs apart. I begged him not to do that and he just smiled at me. He spread my pussy lips and kept his dick on it. He pushed his dick immediately, and it slipped inside, rupturing my hymen in one shot. I would have screamed loudly if he wouldn’t have covered my lips with his lips.

He started to bang me aggressively without paying any heed to my muffled cries under his lips. The pain subsided in 10 minutes. He subsided in 20 minutes filling my pussy raw with his sperms without a condom. He rolled beside me. I was crying in pain and wondering that what had just happened to me.

After a while, I got up and looked under my pussy. There were blood spots on my pussy lips as well as on the bed sheet. I got up all naked, went to the bathroom and washed my pussy thoroughly. Then I came back with a wet warm towel and cleaned the blood spot on the bed sheet as much as I could.

It didn’t vanish completely but lightened up. I pulled the bed sheet and dumped it in the water bucket. Then went back to the bathroom to clean up. I washed my face, my pussy once again and dried it up with a towel. Then I returned to the room. Hemant pulled me by my arms and deposited me back on the bed.

He kept his one leg above my legs, kept his half tummy on my tummy, and started to kiss me full mouth. He had kept his one hand under my neck and was squeezing my boob with his other hand. He kissed me for a whole fifteen minutes without giving me a break of one second in between.

His dick was poking again on my waist region. He played with my body for a few minutes and then got up. He went to the cupboard and pulled a hair oil sachet from it. He cut the sachet with his teeth, poured it in his palm and applied it on his dick.

He massaged his dick well and masturbated for a few seconds, spreading the oil all over it evenly. I was just looking at him blankly when he asked me to get up. He nearly pulled me up and then turned me around. He made me stand on the bed on fours so that my ass was near the edge of the bed.

He didn’t get on the bed, instead preferred to stay standing. The moment he spread my ass cheeks and poked on my asshole I panicked. I turned my head back and said not there, please. He laughed and said that he didn't think I was in the condition of negotiating or denying anything.

He asked me to cup my mouth else a scream could grab many attention. He kept his dick on my asshole and started to push it inside. I tried to suppress my scream until I could and then literally cupped my lips with my own palms. He took three minutes to enter my asshole completely.

But it took 15 minutes for me to get used to asshole fucking. He started to fuck my asshole in slow speed first, raising his speed every minute. He was grabbing and mauling my boobs in the meanwhile. He took a good amount of time to flood me inside my asshole. Then allowed me to get myself cleaned up.

I went to the bathroom, filled the tub with warm cum hot water and sat inside it for 30 minutes. I washed my pussy and asshole at the same time and then came out, after drying myself up. He pulled me again on the bed, depositing me on himself. He cuddled me in his arms and covered me with a blanket.

I dozed off to sleep immediately, and was not sure when he slept. When I woke up in the morning around 5 am, I found him between my legs licking my pussy. I requested him that I was dying and cannot take it anymore. He smiled and said, “Just one more time and then you can leave.”

We were still nude. As soon as he said that, he spread my thighs apart and got his dick in my pussy. He started to fuck me brutally this time. Brutally in the sense, he was hitting inside with full force. It was making my boobs wobble and myself to weep a little.

At the expected time he flooded me inside and then he went for a bath. It took me fifteen minutes to subside my uncontrollable breaths and heartbeat. Then he finished bathing. As soon as he quit the bathroom, I went inside. I had a quick and hot bath, without washing my hair.

I dried myself and then came outside all naked. He again pulled me back on his lap and he started to kiss and bite me irrepressible. He said, “What a solid piece of flesh you are, virgin and delicious. The best part is that you’re my slut now. I don’t even have to marry you ever.”

By his words, I understood that he’s going to fuck me more in the future. But I wasn’t in the mood to argue, and it was of no use too. He left me and I got dressed up. I slipped outside and prayed to God that none of my staffs sees me exiting the hotel.

To my luck the receptionist was taking a nap on his chair and so was the guard. I came out and slipped in my car and rushed home. I slept till 10 am and then returned to the hotel around 11 am. I worked for the whole day and I got a call from Hemant around 8 pm. He asked me to be in his room in 15 minutes.

I told him that I was very tired and wanted to go home. But he didn’t listen and even threatened me a few times. I reached his room around 8:20 and he asked me to lock the door. When I was done locking the door, he asked me to disrobe and come inside the bed.

I hesitated for a while but did as directed. I disrobed myself completely and got inside the blanket. I surrendered myself completely to him, and he played with my body for an hour or more. Then he fucked me once and after that, we had dinner together. Then he fucked my asshole and we slept together.

The morning started with another fuck and then he allowed me to bathe first. I left while he was having a bath and luckily no one noticed me today either. When I returned to the hotel he had checked out already and was gone. I felt a little relief but was sad at the same time.

Madonna returned on time and was super excited to see me. She made me nude immediately and started to shower kisses, licks, and bites all over me. But I was so confused within myself. I was comparing each kiss, licks, and bite of Madonna with a kiss, licks, and bites of Hemant.

Madonna’s kisses were so tender and Hemant’s kisses were so crude. Her licks were so delicate, and her brother’s were so rough. Her bite was for giving me pleasure. Her brother bites were like a commandment that I was his property and property doesn’t have feelings.

Thinking that tears started to shed from my eyes and when Madonna noticed that she asked me the reason. I hugged her tightly and said how much I loved her and how much I have been missing her for these three days. She pretended to be a boy, a dominant boy and treated me as a girl and loved me all night.

She kissed me at least 500 times all over my body, wearing off all the pain her sibling gave me. We were involved in the lesbian actions for the whole night. Then the next day full and then next night full. I felt heavily relaxed with Madonna being around. The dark memories of those two nights shredded away from me.

Things went normal and I am relaxed now. About 15 days after that incident, the day was Sunday. It was around 4:30 pm in the evening when my chamber intercom rang. It was the hotel operator on the other side. He said a customer was insisting on talking to me. I asked him to connect me to him.

He connected me and disconnected himself. I wished the customer ‘Good Evening’ on which a voice replied, “How are you keeping me?” I was shell shocked at the answer when he continued, “Hemant here, tonight room number 101, purposely took a room near to the back gate so you can flee off safely.”

I immediately begged him politely, “Hemant, you did what you wanted, already. Now please spare me, don’t ruin my life, please.” He said, “Bitch! Don’t argue, 8:30 pm in my room.” I begged again, “What will I tell Madonna?” He plainly said, ``your problem, you deal with it.”

I felt like crying but I controlled myself, there was CCTV everywhere. I called Madonna and told her that there were some issues in the hotel. I had to stay back today, so I won't show up at night. She inquired whether I was alright on which I confirmed that everything was fine.

I disconnected the call and was mentally preparing myself for the physical assault, I will be getting tonight. I hadn’t shaved for 2 weeks. SoI took a break and went to a spare room. I waxed my body and shaved my pussy. After it was done I admired myself.

Then a thought hit my head, I was going to get ravished by someone who was blackmailing me. Still, I was presenting myself as a dessert to him. I dressed back and came back to my seat. The clock hit 8 and I started to sweat. One part of my mind was telling me to run away.

Another part was telling me to do it as I don’t have any options. I bid my office goodbye and rolled to the respective room. Reached the room and instead of knocking on the room I tried to open the door. It was open so I moved inside. The room had a small gallery on the gate with an almirah near the door.

My biggest tension was the crabs which Hemant approaches could generate on my clothes. There were two problems at that time. First, there were too many guests in the hotel. So when I was exiting the hotel, there was a chance for someone to see me.

Crabbed clothes could create a doubt. The second problem was Madonna herself. She may also guess about my activities. She was herself at home and will see me in the morning. I made up my mind. I started to remove my clothes one by one. I placed them in hangers and placed them in the almirah.

Then I looked at myself, I was in my bra and panty. I thought for a while and disrobed them too. Hemant was a little aggressive guy and he could tear them too, which can cause an issue for me in front of Madonna. I placed them in the almirah too. Then I cat-walked to the room in my high heels.

I was wearing only my bracelet and a thin necklace. As soon as I entered the room I was shell shocked. Hemant was sitting naked on the bed, drinking beer. Along with him, there was another guy who was sitting naked on the sofa smoking and drinking beer.

I looked at Hemant with questioning eyes, who was this guy, without realizing my condition. I was all naked from head to toe and that guy was feasting on me. Hemant was holding his mobile and maybe was clicking me in that condition.

He finally spoke to that guy, “Gaurav, you saw her in the lounge area, I told you that she was my **censored** keep. Now she’s all yours, we both are going to fuck her all night.” I came back to my senses, I was shocked till then. I said, “I can’t let anyone else touch me. Hemant this is way too much now. I quit.”

Before I could turn back, he said, “I think Madonna and your Dad will like your picture which I’m sending them just now. And later they could also enjoy your video which I took in our last session.” I folded my hands and said please to him.

He said, “Climb on the bed and tell my friend, how good you are at sucking dicks. He wants your mouth services right now. Make him happy and then make me happy too. Now move your sexy butts which will be fucked first.” Finding no options I climbed on the bed, walked on my knees and palms to reach his dick.

I took his dick in my mouth and started to suck his disgusting dick. While I was sucking his dick he was playing with my hair and was commenting vulgarly on each part of my body. I nearly sucked him for 15 minutes when he asked to stop. He got up, asked me to stay as I was and spread my ass cheeks.

He pushed his dick in my asshole in one shot. His dick was well lubricated with my saliva and easily got inside my asshole. He grabbed both boobs and started to fuck my asshole and was manhandling my boobs at the same time. He was mauling them so hard that it was for me to suppress my screams.

Hemant brought his dick in my mouth range and pushed his dick in my mouth. I started to give him a blowjob. But the treatment I was getting in my asshole and on my boobs was making it very hard for me to concentrate on the blowjob. Gaurav fucked me brutally for 20-25 minutes and flooded inside my asshole.

 

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He rolled on the bed. Before I could stretch my legs Hemant asked me to stay just like that. He occupied my asshole, he was lubricated with my saliva, and the sperm flowing out of my asshole was acting as good lubricant. He himself was mauling my boobs brutally.

When he came near my earlobes to kiss them, I requested, “Don’t maul them that much, if lines remain, Madonna may notice in the morning.” He said, “What a horny bitch you are? You’re going to get fucked whole night and tomorrow morning you’re interested in one lesbian session also.”

That was humiliating for me so I decided not to tell him anything else from now onwards. He fucked me for 20-25 minutes and flooded inside. He rolled on the bed and I stretched my legs and arms to relax. I was heavily exhausted so without dinner I just slept like that only.

I woke up and found both Hemant and Gaurav were sleeping. I looked at the clock and it was showing 1 am. I needed to pee so I rolled up the bed and went to the bathroom. I didn’t close the door behind. I sat on the toilet seat and before I could release my urine, Hemant was inside the bathroom.

He came just in front of me and started to stare at my pussy. I couldn’t urinate and he said, “Just wanted to see that, release up now.” I turned my face to the right and closed my eyes. I released my urine slowly, I opened my eyes when I felt Hemant fingers around my pussy lips.

His fingers were soaked in my urine. He was trying to generate an obstacle on the pussy hole with his finger. Anyways I was done with my urine and was about to get up when he lifted my legs up and spread my thighs. He pushed his erect dick inside my pussy in one go.

My shoulders and head were resting on the flush tank. He was fucking my pussy with full pressure. He waited a few seconds in between to kiss on my lips or squeeze my boobs. He kept on fucking me in the same gesture for 30-40 minutes and flooded inside my pussy.

He pulled his dick out and then dropped my legs below. He took toilet paper and wrapped it around his dick and cleaned it. I sat back on the toilet seat comfortably and he pressed his dick a few times. I was unable to understand why he still was standing in front of me and was not leaving.

When he held his dick and aimed at me, I realized that he was going to pee now. Before I could respond to him, he flushed his urine on me. The jet of urine hit my chest and pee started to flow on my boobs and then downward. It was a disgusting feeling.

He focused his jet above my face too but luckily it landed only till my neck only. When he was done, he smiled at me and washed his dick. After that, he left for the room. I was feeling like vomiting and was disgusted with his actions. I got up and opened the shower immediately.

I soaked my entire body and then applied soap on it. I washed the soap and then felt to soap myself once again. I soaped myself once again and this time really slow. I realized someone was present in the bathroom and opened my eyes. Gaurav was staring in the corner looking at me and holding his dick in his hand.

I looked at him in awe and he came closer. He pushed me to the wall and spread my legs. He entered my pussy immediately and started to fuck me slowly. Then he opened the shower and pulled both of us below it. While he was soaking and my soap was washing up, he was continuously fucking my pussy.

The soap was washed and he was soaked completely. But neither had he stopped the shower nor did he stop fucking. In between, he kissed me passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I am not sure how much time he took but he released me when he flooded my pussy.

He cleaned himself and then I cleaned myself under the shower. Then we wrapped inside a single towel to dry ourselves. After it, he carried me in his arms and deposited me on the bed. He deposited himself beside me and we both dozed off. I woke up around 4:30 am and looked at the clock.

I shook Hemant to tell him I was leaving. He got up and went to the washroom. He came back in a minute or two and then shook Gaurav to wake up. I was sitting with folded knees. He told him that I was leaving, so he looked at him and smiled. Hemant himself said, “1 last time.”

Both of them pulled me by my ankles and spread me on the bed. They deposited themselves on either side of me. Before I could respond my nipples were in their mouth and fingers were in my pussy. They started to finger fuck me one by one and were sucking my nipples.

I begged him that I was too exhausted now but they said they won’t take long. In about five minutes I was hanging in the air with my legs wrapped around Gaurav’s waist and his dick inside my pussy. Hemant was behind and his dick was inside my asshole. They were taking turns to push their dick inside.

I was feeling so exhausted yet so filled at the same time. They were mauling my boobs, kissing on my shoulders and lips. They kept on fucking me for a pretty long time before both of them flooded me inside. I immediately got down, rushed to the bathroom and cleaned myself.

Then I dried myself and went to the almirah. I pulled my clothes and wore them. I rushed out of the hotel and luckily no one saw me. I reached home around 7 am and Madonna was sleeping. I slipped beside her and went to sleep. I woke in the afternoon and found Madonna was not there.

She must have left for the office. I called my hotel and told them I was feeling sick and took a day off to sleep.

The days passed with ease but I was very well aware of the fact that sooner or later Hemant would show up again. Around 20 days after the last event, Madonna’s mother wanted Madonna to visit her relatives. There was some sort of family function so she insisted on her.

She was very fond of me and my body. She was reluctant to leave but yet decided otherwise and left. She went on Monday and was about to return on Wednesday morning. I took an off on Tuesday to visit my parents too and decided to return by Wednesday morning.

I told Madonna too about my arrangement and she supported me for the same. I was working on the counter as the receptionist was having some work on the third floor. Just then someone wished me, and I raised my head to wish him back with a smile. But as soon as I raised my head my smile vanished.

It was indeed Hemant looking at me and smiling. I cursed my luck and made a face full of sorrow. He said, “Room No 101, just as your choice, you can slip outside easily. Time 8:30 pm, reach on time.” I decided to beg him but it was no use.

He was like a liability to me and whether with a smile or with a cry I had to bear him all the way. So I just shook my head and let him go away. I didn’t want him to stay on the counter for long. I didn’t want anyone to get suspicious of him. So when the bait was swallowed by me, I resigned to my fate.

At 8:25 I announced to my colleagues that I was leaving and will be on off tomorrow. I moved outside, came back from the back door, and took time to empty the corridor. I went to the room, tried to open the knob, which was open and got inside.

Then went to the almirah and disrobed completely. I was not sure whether Hemant was alone or Gaurav was alone. But literally, I had no way out so I just locked my clothes and went inside. As soon as I entered the main room I was shell shocked.

Indeed there was Hemant along with Gaurav but there were two more faces. They all were naked, two of them on the bed and two of them on the sofa. Later I came to know about the other two faces. They were Rishab and Sachin, both Rishab and Sachin were having an athletic body and were looking like hunks.

Tears started to develop in my eyes and I said to Hemant, “Four is far more than my capacity.” Hemant said, “Yes for one night, I understand but you are having a day off tomorrow also. We will utilize that time.” So Hemant had soaked the beans for my day off too.

Now I didn’t have anything to say so stood there like a fool. Gaurav said, “Why don’t we start with your mouth, start servicing everyone with your mouth.” I went straight to the guys on the sofa. Rishab and Sachin were on the sofa all naked. I pulled the front table, got on the other side.

I spread Rishab’s legs and sat between them on my knees. I grabbed his dick in one hand, pumped it for few times. Then took it straight in my mouth. I wasn’t a professional but I tried to suck him as nicely as I could. I wanted them to ejaculate in my mouth, as the load and sessions on my pussy may decrease.

Sachin was amazed to see my sucking skills and the expressions on Rishab's face. After about five minutes, he grabbed my hairs and pulled them harshly. Rishab’s dick spilled from my mouth. I had to crawl on my knees to reach between his legs.

He said, “I’m also waiting, now it's my turn.” Neither anyone nor Rishab objected so I gulped his dick and started to suck him nicely. Within five minutes, Hemant roared to move to next. I climbed on the bed between Gaurav's legs and started to suck his dick. Just then I found someone spreading my pussy lips.

Either Rishab or Sachin was getting impatient and within a minute, he managed to push his dick in my pussy. He grabbed my boobs and started to thump me in my pussy. Now my balance and concentration on blowjob were getting tougher. Sometimes my teeth brushed on his dick and he jumped.

He scolded me for that even slapped me a few times. Later he had been replaced by Hemant and I started to blow him off. In the meanwhile, the guy fucking my pussy built his orgasm and flooded inside me. As soon as he was over, another guy replaced him.

Though Hemant withdrew his dick, I was still standing on my fours, fucking like anything. The guy was athletic and surely he was going to take time. He was mauling my boobs like anything, just a piece of flesh nothing else. I was in misery and I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything.

Just was trying to figure out which part of my body was in misery. He took a sufficient amount of time before filling me inside raw. As soon as he withdrew his dick, Hemant was standing on his knees near my butts. I said, “Hemant, please! It’s burning now, please give me rest, I can’t take it anymore.”

Hemant smiled and said, “I’m going to fuck your ass now, will it be alright, your pussy can rest.” I begged again, “Hemant asshole hurts, even more, don’t like fucking there.” Hemant said, “Either pussy or asshole, decide soon.” I thought for a second and dropped my head saying asshole.

He smiled and pushed his dick in my asshole. It was already lubricated and slipped inside easily. He started to pump me with full force and pleasure. My asshole was tighter than my pussy and Hemant wasn’t that athletic. He didn’t take long to flood me inside.

But I was well aware that Gaurav won’t spare me. As expected before Hemant could withdraw his dick completely out, Gaurav was hitting my asshole. Within a second he was inside me hitting my asshole with his dick with full force and getting the pleasure of his lifetime.

He too took a sufficient amount of time to flood me inside. As soon as he was over I just rolled on the bed to relax. But today was no relaxing moment. As soon as I rolled over, they all attacked me once again. Two of them grabbed my boobs and two of them grabbed my thighs.

They were kissing, nibbling licking and biting on my thighs. In addition to this were mauling my boobs, sucking and chewing my nipples. I tried to free myself, but they were too strong for me. Only one guy could have held me down, but there were 4 guys. It was like 4 lions eating one goat alive.

Soon the rest areas of my body started to get explored. Their intention moved towards my neck, lips, cheeks, chin, earlobes, neckline, waist, tummy, knees, legs, and even toes. They licked me all over, bit me all over. Normally being licked by Madonna gave me immense pleasure but currently, I was feeling disgusted.

They played with my whole body for nearly 30 minutes. Then left me like a leftover to resume their drink session. They started to drink and Hemant passed the mobile to Rishab. Rishab was viewing the scene and I too managed to peep in it from the bed. I was hell shocked that he was viewing our lesbian session.

Either Hemant was shameless or was out of his mind. Madonna too was nude in that video. He was just showing his own sister’s nude body to his friend. Then the mobile passed back and I closed my eyes. I passed away in my sleep and woke up in two hours.

I decided to pee and so got up off the bed and moved to the bathroom. As soon as I was inside, Rishab and Sachin followed me inside. I turned around and harshly asked what. He held me by my arms and kissed me full mouth. In the meanwhile, Sachin was mauling my butts.

I separated myself and said that I need to pee. They left me and I sat on the toilet seat to pee. They sat on their knees and were looking at my pussy while I was peeing. When it was done, and as soon as I washed my pussy. I was pulled up and Sachin got inside immediately.

Rishab introduced his dick inside my asshole and they both started to fuck me in rhythm. They adjusted themselves in such a way that both dicks entered my holes at the same time and exited at the same time. They were drunk and were too tough in terms of stamina.

I nearly passed out several times in their extra-long fucking session. To avoid this they pinched my butts, squeezed my boobs, even bit me on my chins. After a long fucking session, finally, they deposited their loads inside me and went outside. I started to shower and washed under it.

After the shower was over I opened the bathroom door and both Hemant and Gaurav got inside. They announced that now it was their turn. Before I could resist or say anything, they were inside me fucking me identically like the other two.

Though they weren’t good enough to fit with the rest two’s stamina. But they were drunk at least. They took double the time than normal and then flooded me inside. I washed my pussy and ass once again and then came to the bedroom. They were again busy drinking and I slipped in bed.

I went to sleep and came back to my senses when someone was drilling my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw Rishab all over me once again. I begged him that it’s hurting a lot and I’m not enjoying it anymore. He turned his face towards Hemant.

He said, “Hemant! Pass me that video, you showed me earlier, this slut isn’t enjoying the cock.” Hemant, who was nearly passed out with drinks, pulled out his phone, unlocked it and gave it to Rishab. Rishab opened the video and showed me the video.

He was asking whether I get pleasure only by female touch or a dick also pleases me. He was mauling my boobs mercilessly and I was in very much discomfort. He was fucking me to the core and then suddenly he stopped. He wasn’t discharged in my pussy neither his stiffness was gone, but still, he stopped.

He picked his phone up and started to operate both phones at a time. I looked at the fan above us and in the reflection of the fan, it was clear that he was copying that video to his phone. I panicked and he made a sign to keep my mouth shut. I kept mum and then he asked me what Hemant's sister's name.

I kept mum so he himself asked Hemant. Hemant was heavily drunk and he just said Madonna and passed out. Rishab scrolled in contact and then noted the number. Satisfied with his deed, he started to utter my name. I was sure he was noting my number too.

He had a broad smile on his phone and then locked both the phones. He continued with where he left. It took him 15 minutes to deposit his load inside me. The rest of the guys were already passed out. So I went for a nap and woke up at 4:30 am.

All of them were sleeping so I just wore my clothes and came back home. I was sure Rishab will be coming back, for fucking Madonna as well as me, all by himself without Hemant.

THE-END

 

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She sat by the window, feeling the cool breeze on her face as she looked out for any sign of his arrival.

Around her, four hand-picked members of her royal guard - men she trusted with her life - were seated or standing. As a sign of their obedience to their queen, none of them spoke above a whisper. For this long wait alone, she reckoned, their patience would deserve a reward.

Queen Shriya Saran, meanwhile, said nothing. She was content to listen to the sound of wind passing through the trees, the sound of birds singing their songs, or the sound of wild animals trudging through the dead leaves on the forest floor. She had long ago learned that patience was the greatest of virtues, and it had not been an easy lesson.

Her territory had once encompassed wide stretches of land between the northern sea and the Vindhya mountains, but that had changed during the first years of her reign as queen. It had not been an easy coronation; her father had died in battle with the kingdom on their western borders. King Rudra was widely known for his ruthlessness and war prowess, and he had not allowed Shriya any chance to grieve before launching an assault upon her people.

It had been a bloody war, and vast stretches of Shriya' kingdom had been occupied by the invaders despite her most valiant efforts. However Rudra' army victories had not been able to make up for the fact that his army was too small to conquer Shriya' kingdom completely.

Therefore, peace negotiations had begun. Rudra and Shriya had met under a banner of truce to put an end to a war that neither side could win without losing more than they gained. Shriya had been forced to concede half her territory to the arrogant warlord, and promise a yearly tribute in perpetuity. It had not been easy for her, enduring his threats and taunts over her youth, homely appearance, and her failure as a ruler.

The worst was when Rudra had mockingly suggested that she become his wife and unite their kingdoms. He was only ten years younger than her father, but he was still vigorous and handsome, and this made him all the more arrogant towards her. The insulting part of this agreement was that he was already married, with children of his own. Shriya wasn't just grieving her father; her betrothed had also perished, falling valiantly alongside her father.

"Where will you find better prospects?" Rudra had sneered at her, "An ugly queen with half a kingdom?" It had taken all of Shriya' will at the time not to lose control of her emotions, for Rudra had been cruel with his mockery. She had never been lithe, as women were expected to be, she was considered far too tall (she was able to look eye-to-eye with Rudra) and she had not inherited her mother's high cheekbones and narrow, angular face which had been so praised by the singers of her father's court.

But Shriya had refused Rudra' offer. To be a second wife to such a man would make her little better than a glorified mistress, even as he would take over her people and rule both their kingdoms. Rejecting this vile man's demeaning offer, even in the face of his triumph over her, was the first act she'd done as queen over which she felt truly proud.

It hadn't been enough to make her feel satisfied over the defeats she'd suffered, of course. It was also hard to put up with the many songs that Rudra had commissioned to ridicule her father, as well as herself. Worst of all, Rudra gloated over her father's death in battle, and when Shriya had begged him to inform her where her father fell so he could be buried, his only response had been to deliver her father's severed head in a basket. All of it had only hardened her resolve to find a way to take vengeance upon Rudra once and for all.

It had taken her a long time, but now was her chance, over 17 years after the humiliating peace treaty had been signed.

Still unmarried at 34, Shriya had no intention of surrendering her power to the kind of men who occasionally tried to woo her at her court. They had assumed she would swoon with gratitude for their attention, and when she refused them, their wounded pride had been such that they departed in rage and slandered her appearance and her disposition.

Such insults no longer mattered to her. Shriya knew she had been beautiful. And now that she was a grown woman. All the pretty girls from her youth now looked the same to her, and she was finished with allowing petty men to ridicule her.

The worst of these men was also the man she had most cause to despise. Rudra had been famous for his virility, yet he had only produced one son, whom he'd treasured more than all his six daughters combined, or so the rumours went.

Shriya had become well acquainted with Prince Adithya over the years, as Rudra had assigned him the task of collecting the yearly tributes when he'd first come of age. From the very beginning, Adithya had jeered her, openly mocking Shriya and her kingdom whenever he collected his father's due tribute. Shriya had borne his insults with deference, fearing his father's wrath if she offended him. Thus, she'd watched him grow bolder and more rude.

Since Adithya and Rudra were so contemptuous of her abilities, Shriya was confident that she could now strike without any fear of suspicion. Even after all these years, Shriya still had supporters in the territory which Rudra had taken from her, and they'd gladly served as spies for her cause. It had been they who had given Shriya the idea for a revenge against Rudra which would shed no blood, yet still make Rudra suffer as he richly deserved.

Disguised as peasants, she and a few handpicked followers had ridden out of her kingdom and deep into the territory ruled by Rudra. She had no intention of attacking Rudra himself; the man was nearly 60 by now, and he was well protected.

 

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Prince Adithya, however, was another matter. The 19-year-old man was known to be rash and headstrong, often riding in the forest and living off the land by whatever he could kill, taking refuge in a hunter's cottage alone or with a few companions.

Shriya hoped that the prince was alone this time, even as she sat within the small cottage that her spies had found. They had lit no fire inside, so that Adithya would not suspect anything amiss. Shriya sat by the one window and looked for his arrival without fear of being seen by him in turn. She had planned this ambush very carefully, waiting on word from her spies when the prince had left his father's court to go on another riding trip.

Finally, she heard the sound of horses' hooves, and through the trees, she saw a flash of movement. The prince was finally arriving at his forest retreat.

Even though she despised him even more than she'd despised his father, Shriya could not deny that Adithya was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen.

Nearly 19 years of age, he was tall, powerfully built, an embodiment of masculinity. He wore a plain brown tunic and grey breeches, with his only indication of royalty being the purple cape which flapped behind him as he rode his horse.

Silently, Shriya made the signal to her followers that their quarry had arrived. The queen closed the window and retreated to the furthest corner of the cottage, sitting in the darkness as she wrapped her brown cloak around her. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she saw her followers position themselves by the door, waiting for the prince to open it.

Sunlight burst into the room as Adithya opened the door and stepped inside. Now that he was closer, Shriya saw that his hair was damp from sweat, and his face was freshly shaved, and his arrogant smile was curved upwards in a lazy way.

Before Adithya could do anything else, however, one of Shriya' guards slammed the door shut behind him. His cry of surprise at suddenly being in darkness was interrupted by a hand covering his mouth as the others grabbed his arms and attempted to bind them.

Even taken by surprise, however, Adithya was quick to lash out with his limbs as best he could. His deep voice raged under the hand over his mouth, even as the guards struggled to subdue him. Queen Shriya had been strict with her orders; no weapons, no lasting damage, under any circumstances.

Unlike the prince, the queen's eyes were accustomed to the darkness. As she watched Adithya attempt to wrestle free from his attackers, Shriya repressed the urge to laugh. His shock and outrage was clearly to be seen and heard. Shriya felt a powerful stirring within her body.

One of Adithya's arms was pulled behind his back, even as he swung the other around in retaliation. He was still on his feet, dealing out powerful kicks that knocked her guards backwards several times. As one of the men stood behind him, the others stepped back and tried a different tactic. Lassoes were thrown through the air and went over Adithya's head and shoulders. The guards pulled the loops tight, pinning his forearms to his sides, even as one of the guards stuffed a rag into his mouth before binding another one over his lips. Finally, his free arm was grabbed and pulled behind his back. As two guards bound his wrists together, the prince squirmed and tried to scream through his gags.

All while this occurred, Shriya found herself slipping a hand inside her clothing and felt just how wet she was between her legs. Her ample bosom heaved up and down from the effects of rubbing her clitoris and substantial pussy. In the darkness, amidst the noises of the scuffle, she was completely ignored and forgotten. It allowed her to gasp and moan with joy as she watched this strong, arrogant young man being restrained and muzzled. Even when she had been a young woman, men like Adithya had ridiculed her for her looks and her position amongst so many powerful men, Rudra among them. If only he could see his beloved son now!

As she pushed herself to ecstasy, the guards used the lassoes as leashes to pull the prince this way and that, until he became so wrong-footed that he stumbled to his knees, snarling with fury at his attackers. As two guards shackled his legs together with chains, one of the men finally opened the window and doors again.

Light poured into the room, even as the guards used the leashes to pull Adithya back to his feet; he attempted to wriggle himself free from his bonds, snarling like a beast as his wide eyes glanced from one guard to the other, until he finally noticed Shriya in the corner.

By the time Adithya noticed the woman, she had already withdrawn her hand from her clothing and was standing up to approach her captive.

"Remember me, Prince Adithya?" She said cheerfully, unable to stop herself from giggling at his muffled grunts and attempts to speak. In a moment of inspiration, she ran her hand across the cloth covering his mouth, even as his face wrinkled in disgust at the smell of her hand. Was he a virgin? Or did he simply not know what a woman smelled like between her legs? Then again, she had not bathed since she'd left her territory two days ago.

"Well done," Shriya said, smiling sweetly at her guards, who seemed thoroughly amused at this situation despite having been kicked and struck by Adithya during the scuffle. One made sure to spit on the back of Adithya's neck, prompting a loud "MMMPH" from the furious prince as he needed to be reigned in by the leashes again.

"Go ahead and yell, prince," Shriya taunted, "I'm sure your father will hear you eventually."

"Hrrrr" Adithya growled, flushing from shame at being outwitted by this woman he despised.

"We have a long way to go," Shriya said to her guards, ignoring the bound and gagged prince in front of her, "We had best leave soon. Nobody can see us or else they will know!"

The guards forced the prince to stumble back out of the cabin, even as he snarled and groaned in protest. Shriya couldn't blame him; he would not be missed for days. Rudra seemed to think these excursions into the forest built character and survival tactics in his son, so he would not notice anything amiss until the captured prince was long gone. And even then, there was no sign of any struggle, no sign of abduction. And who would possibly suspect a queen of a shrunken kingdom who had dutifully **censored** her tributes each year and who had never responded to insult?

To avoid suspicion, the Shriya and the guards had ridden west on the most ragged horses in Shriya' stables. They'd also brought a mule with them as the prince's new mount. Shriya gleefully watched as the guards slung the prince over the mule's back as if he was a sack of feed. "LMMPH MMM GMOMMPH" Adithya raged before he was covered with an old blanket.

Covered by her cloak and a hood, Shriya kept her mare alongside the mule so she could continue to hear the faint noises of her hated rival's son raging through his gags under the heavy blanket. Nobody else would notice anything amiss, even as Shriya couldn't stop giggling to herself.

After a long day's ride, they had reached the land which had once belonged to her kingdom before King Rudra had taken it. Many were secretly sympathetic to her in this region, but Shriya had no intention of risking discovery from anyone. They neither wanted to risk betrayal, nor invite incursions against innocent people. Instead, they travelled north to the stormy coast and set up camp in a cave on one of the cliff sides. The constant bombardment of crashing waves, coupled with seabirds and mild winds, ensured that nobody would hear them as they lit a fire and began cooking a meal.

 

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Finally, Adithya was taken off the horse and even released for something to eat. After lying on a mule's back for hours, all the fight had gone out of Adithya, and he made no move to resist after they'd untied and ungagged him. It was only when he was fed that he regained his indignant outrage, though he was careful not to provoke the guards into using their weapons against him.

"I'll have you all tortured for this! When my father finds out, he'll have you all hanging from the end of a rope!" He snarled, spitting at the guards who merely laughed in response.

Shriya smiled at him, "Such a pity that he won't ever find out."

This stayed Adithya's outrage as his expression changed into one of confusion and alarm, "You're having me killed??"

Shriya gave a condescending laugh, "Oh, you silly boy, if I wanted you dead, do you think I'd have come along? And why would we carry you all this way if we merely wished you dead?"

"Then what do you want?" Adithya asked, puzzlement and suspicion on his face. He'd never been treated this way, Shriya thought. How wonderful a feeling that must be, to grow up never fearing ulterior motives of those around you, always so confident that your wealthy and powerful father or an army of soldiers would protect you.

The thought filled Shriya with anger, and she stared at her captive with contempt, "If only your father could see you now. He must have thought you were a most worthy heir when he heard how you mocked me for years. That's all he's ever done, too."

"I'll say whatever I want about a weak old bi-" before he could finish, Adithya stopped himself as a guard approached with a drawn sword.

Shriya waved the man down, however, "No no, sir, I'll have my guest speak his mind. It pleases me to hear it, like the cawing of a crow or the barking of my hounds." It was that same arrogance she'd faced down so many times as a queen. And now it was finally her turn. As she expected, Adithya flushed with rage at being made to feel so impotent.

"You always were an bitch who didn't know her place!" He snarled.

Only Shriya laughed at these words, "Then we are well suited to each other, Prince Adithya, for you do not recognize your position either!" At this, Adithya sulked and did nothing more except spit at Shriya.

The following morning, the guards re-tied him as he'd been before, and slung him over the mule's back again. Shriya took great pleasure in pinching Adithya's cheeks as he snarled furiously into his gags. The blanket covered him again and they set off for their kingdom.

The mature queen rode beside the mule as before, and once they'd returned to their territory, she removed the blanked concealing the prince, "I don't expect anyone to question us now. Enjoy your new home!"

The prince didn't bother looking around at the lands of Queen Shriya, merely glaring up at her and making growls and grunts as he tried to talk. He seemed especially perturbed at the mention of this being his new 'home' but he couldn't ask her anything in his current position.

"Perhaps I should explain," Shriya said, and all the triumph she felt in that moment made her tremble with excitement, "Your father once tried to marry me and make me his wife. But not a queen, mark you, just a husk for him to squirt inside when your mother was pregnant."

A glint appeared in Adithya's eye. Mockery again. He thought that was funny, even now, in his position. The look in his eye destroyed any sympathy she might have felt for this young man, and she sunk the dagger by speaking again.

"I turned him down, of course. I was even younger than you are now, but I was determined to remain a queen for as long as I could manage. But now that I'm a grown woman, I must ensure the future of my people. I need an heir. And I don't intend to marry a man to acquire an heir. A man would want to take my power like your father tried to do. So I thought, perhaps there was a way I could produce a strong and healthy child with someone of royal blood, but still remain queen."

She left it there, unable to stop herself smiling broadly as a look of realization and shock appeared in Adithya's eyes.

"MMMMPH" He began thrashing with renewed vigour, ranting at his captor, even as she laughed aloud, joined by her guards, who were only too eager to mock their captive.

Finally, after a long day of travelling across the backcountry and avoiding the attention of others, they beheld the town, which stood just outside of Shriya' castle. Although the sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, there was light enough from the moon and several torches which still burned. Only a few folk were still awake, and they did not question the sight of their queen and her guards escorting a bound and gagged captive, especially when the guards ordered them to the side as they brought an outlaw to justice. Even when Adithya attempted to communicate with passersby, they merely ignored him.

After passing over the drawbridge, the queen led them to the stables and dismounted, "Have him brought to my room."

Without even looking to see the prince's muffled fury at being manhandled, she went ahead of them up to her chambers, which were in the highest tower of the castle, perfectly secure and safe from prying eyes. For though every part of her wished she could parade her prisoner around in shame, it was essential that his captivity remain a secret for as long as possible. Rudra would rage, he would storm, but he would not suspect Shriya if she continued as she had done for the last eighteen years. People disappeared in the forest all the time, who knew what happened to them? Shriya did not feel sorry at all for Rudra, the same man who had so often encouraged derision at her, and who had only ever sent back her father's head when she'd begged for the simple right to bury him. Such a man did not deserve pity. And who would guess that a mere woman could plan something like this?

It took longer to bring Adithya to her bed than she expected, but she knew of the imminent arrival long before the door opened. The guards' laughter, the prince's muffled roars, their varied footsteps, they all echoed within the tower before they burst in and presented the captive to his new captor.

Shriya had changed her clothing so she was dressed only in a night shift which did little to hide her shapely body. She had ever been made to feel ashamed of how her body was not thin or petite. She'd heard all of that and more from Rudra, his associates, his son, and they had taken pleasure in mocking her. Well, she thought, now it was her turn with this prince.

 

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The guards took the prince to the queen's large bed. They bound his legs so that one was pointed at a different corner, and his arms were pinned to his sides. He was still gagged, and though he gave furious "MMMPH" rants, it did nothing to assist in his predicament. Rage and shame caused his cheeks to flush as he glared up at Shriya. Shriya, thoroughly pleased at this sight, smiled sweetly at her guards, "Rest well, You have earned a substantial reward for this, and I will not forget it."

After the guards departed, Shriya knelt beside the bed and studied Adithya's body. He was well-muscled all over his limbs and torso, with very little hair on his chest (he must be embarrassed by that, she thought, listening to him protest into his gags). She noted his manhood, lying limp, yet still also stirring for some reason that seemed to contradict his mood. Even half-formed, the size of his organ made her feel quivers through her own body.

"You seem a bit shy," She said in a voice which was meant to be mocking, yet was also hoarse with lust. Adithya's eyes went wide at the sound of it; had he never before encountered a mature woman who openly desired him? Such a naïve man, Shriya thought, I'll teach him better.

With a sudden movement, Shriya took his cock in her hand and began to kiss the tip, moaning as she tasted him for the first time. Slowly, gradually, she took more of him inside her mouth, feeling him stir to life inside her.

Shriya attempted to speed up the process by making a loud slurping noise to accompany her actions, sensing the bitter war going on in Adithya's mind through his muffled sounds. He despised this woman, and didn't like her, but he could not stop himself from becoming aroused at this naked display of attraction, or her ability with her mouth.

She felt him grow hotter, more rigid, and tense, but she wanted to make sure that he did not climax. Not yet.

Adithya was not aware of this, for his hips were thrusting, unable to resist the sensation of being serviced by this queen. The desire for release clouded any reluctance in his mind as his "Mmm" sounds changed from outrage and defiance to a longing for ecstasy.

It was not to be, for Shriya suddenly stopped what she was doing, standing up as he was still processing the change. Even as he registered her cessation, Shriya slipped a ring around Adithya's cock, allowing herself a giggle of triumph.

"I had this specially made for you," She gloated, "You might recall that you always demanded a serving girl for your bed whenever you were a guest in my castle? I had them assist in this ring's construction for you. It will ensure that you stay erect for my royal self to play with, without giving you any satisfaction."

This revelation, on top of all the humiliations he had endured, was too much for Adithya. The young man exploded into a tantrum which would have caused the room to echo with his screams if he wasn't securely gagged. The sight of him thrashing on the bed, restrained and muzzled, broke Shriya' own restraint and she began laughing at him. The more she laughed, the more he ranted, and so on it went until both of them were exhausted by their emotions.

"Well," Shriya said breathlessly once she'd finally composed herself, "Perhaps you'd like to see me? You always were fond of insulting my royal personage. I often wondered why, but perhaps it was because you wished to hide something from me? Or perhaps your father?"

"MM-MM" Adithya glared as he shook his head furiously.

"Oh? Well, let's see if that's true," Shriya teased as she suddenly pulled her nightshift over her head and stood before him, naked.

Adithya began to snarl furiously, eyes wide with contempt for her. Whether he did this out of rage, spite, or defiance was unknown to the queen, nor did it concern her as she slowly moved her leg over the prince's wriggling body and trapping it as she moved to hover over his mouth.

She paused a moment, preparing to remove the prince's gags, and she could see that he comprehended what she wanted with another spurt of muffled growls and groans.

"Pay heed to this warning, prince," Shriya declared, "You are mine, alone in my castle. Nobody even knows of your disappearance, and who knows how long that will be? And you must consider where you would like to be when they search for you. Will you be in a dungeon with the rats? Shall you be forced to wear women's clothes and serve me in chains? Perhaps tonight shall bring me a child and then I'll have no further use. Unless... you could demonstrate your willingness to make yourself useful."

It was a power unlike any other that she had wielded before. Even for the most powerful woman in her land, she had not rarely felt as powerful as the kings who surrounded her. Rudra and others had made her feel inferior, for they themselves feared the thought that a woman might someday take authority over them, or their sons. Such was too much to bear, so they belittled all women, no matter their rank. And now, she saw the feelings she had felt begin to form within this prince's eyes. Gone was the young bully who had sneered and mocked her, whose father had butchered her father, now there he beheld her in a new light. As a queen who held him hostage. Granted, if the prince was no fool, he would should surely sense that Shriya had no intention of sinking to Rudra' level, and that she preferred to keep him alive as a prisoner than committing murder. She spoke of it trivially, as though it was a jest between two intimates. Yet that also filled him with disgust and surprise at this new submissive position. The ring naturally ensured that no change appeared in his shaft, yet Shriya wondered whether he might not require the ring.

She moaned suddenly as she felt herself getting very excited in anticipation, and she undid his gags. On impulse, Adithya opened his mouth and gasped for air, and she took that moment to the push downward with her long lips upon his own, even as they both groaned at the contact.

Adithya knew his task, and with some reluctance at first, explored her roughly with his tongue. His manner was not consistent, yet the thrill of power within Shriya was such that even a minor sensation felt stronger than before. Knowing she was high up enough that only a few should hear her screams, she was not quiet in her joy.

 

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Adithya seemed to respond, for he moaned in frustration at her as she lost control once, and then again, shaking as spasms went through her core.

She moved off of his face, even as he took a gasp of fresh air. However, before, he could speak, Shriya stuffed the cloth back into Adithya's mouth and bound the other cloth in place, "You'll speak when the queen accepts you into her audience," Shriya teased, even as he gave a grunt which sounded so comically affronted that she giggled and kissed his forehead, "I think I'm ready for you, darling." she cooed into his ear, feeling his whole body give a shudder.

The ring, which clung so tightly to him, took a moment to be removed, only for the queen to mount her secret consort's member, sliding down upon it with a loud moan of joy. So fortunate in this young man. No wonder Rudra had been so arrogant in his assumptions about her. If only he could know exactly what was happening. How he would go pale at the great mistake he had made, how he had been the fool all along. Now his kingdom would become divided between his daughters as was their right. He would have no choice, as they would stand on the law and wield it in their own hands. Shriya had met them on occasion and she had seen the looks of disgust and shame at their bullying brother's unwelcome behaviour with the servant girls at the table. They would know what to do if some accident ever came of him. Not that they would ever have imagined it was Shriya who had given them this chance.

Naturally, these thoughts faded quickly as Shriya gave her body over to the sensations she felt as she and Adithya moved together, crazed by desire for release. Nothing else mattered in the world to Shriya in that moment, even as she sobbed aloud while reaching yet another climax. She had not desired this so fiercely until she had passed her tenth year on the throne, when she had become more established in her authority as a responsible ruler. When she had found a calmness in her life, seeing her ventures flourish where possible, did she discover that she did not need to treat her own womanhood as though it were made of glass. What did it matter which man made use of her? Since then, she'd had several illegitimate children, whom she raised in her court, daring any nobles to question this decision. Yet she knew that some would attempt to take control of her kingdom and ignore her children's authority. Therefore, she would announce this prince as her child's father and by then it would be too late for Rudra to object. He and she would have been wedded, for Rudra would think he was winning her kingdom to be controlled, but she had other plans in mind. She would ensure that her new husband would know full well that she would be no meek wife, and would rule alongside him or above him if the occasion in bed should occur.

With a cry like a wild animal, Prince Adithya's seed spurted inside her, even as she gasped aloud in her reception of him. So exhausted was the queen that she slumped forward and lay on top of her captive prince.

"I shall pray to God," Shriya said as she caught her breath, "That we have our child, But then I shall have to give you up for a time, more's the pity." That admission of satisfaction in his performance seemed to add a new flush to his face. Perhaps she did not swell his pride too much, thought she. So, she then gave his head a condescending pat to remind him of his place. His response was not quite so defiant as it had been before, as she noted with a smile.

She carefully dismounted him and lay beside him for a time, feeling their warm bodies moving together in breath, smelling their combined scents together.

After a time had passed, she rang a bell. Four of her ladies-in-waiting came in. Upon seeing the prince lying exhausted and limp, still restrained and muzzled, they proceeded to give taunting smiles and at the captive, who flushed more than he had before at this demeaning attention to his nudity.

"Darlings, please escort my consort to his room. Give him the best room you can find, he's earned it."

As they untied the prince from the bed and led him off to his room, Shriya lay back and sighed to herself. It was going to be a thorough pleasure training her future husband on his new deference to her.

THE-END

 

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Suja Varunee is an attractive 36-year-old mother of two. She's no supermodel, but she has the look of that good looking school teacher that most boys had a crush on during their school years.

She stands 5'6" with a slender 34-B-24-24 body. Brown hair, parted in the middle and hanging almost to her shoulders.

Suja is a very conservative and modest woman. Her husband, Sundar, is the only man she had ever been with. They met in high school and Suja, holding on to her strict religious upbringing, kept her virginity until their wedding night.

They made a cute couple. Sundar was a good looking man, though a short one: barely taller than his wife. The two were active in their local church and Suja worked as a stay home mom.

Even her clothing was modest. Suja never dressed in anything revealing. Her B-cup breasts were always well covered and it was rare to see her in shorts or anything else that exposed too much flesh.

She was also on the naïve side. Her oldest child, a freshman in high school, often chided her mother for not thinking about what she said. Suja often said things without realizing that her words could sometimes be taken out of context, causing Suja's daughter some embarrassment at times. She had told her mom that some of her statements could be taken sexually. Suja had been embarrassed by this, but still never thought much about it.

Today Suja was home alone while her husband was at work and the kids at school. Her husband had arranged for some contractors to do some work around the house. They had begun the day before but had to finish the work today.

It was May and the weather was turning hot. Suja, as was her nature, felt a desire to offer the men something cool to drink and be of help in any other manner that she could.

She went outside, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, to offer the men cold water or anything else. Had her daughter been home Suja would have been warned of her absent minded wording. But she was alone and, true to form, said all the wrong things.

"Boy, Datha you guys look hot." She said to the four men working outside.

She made some small talk, offered them drinks and then said, "If there is anything I can do for you guys just ask." She had told them. Followed with "I'm serious, just ask and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better today. But I have to insist on at least two of you at a time. I can't have just one of you with me."

Suja went inside thinking nothing of her conversation. She had simply offered refreshments, a cool place to rest and informed them that she couldn't be alone with only one of them so that the neighbor's wouldn't think anything funny was going on if they saw a lone man go inside with her.

To the four men working outside Suja's words had a completely different meaning.

Raj, the oldest of the men, watched Suja as she walked inside. He was six foot tall and muscular. Well tanned already from working outside. "Boys, I think she wants a gangbang."

"That is one horny housewife." Datha replied, shaking his prematurely balding head. Datha was slightly taller than Raj and more rugged looking.

Gani, the youngest at 19, wasn't so sure. "You Datha't really think she wants to have sex, do you?"

"Sure the fuck sounds like it to me." Antoine, the 21-year old tall, muscular black man with the clean shaved head and full beard added.

"Well we're almost finished here," Raj said. "And she has me too fucking turned on to ignore her. Let's finish and go inside and take her up on her offer."

The men busted ass to finish the job in the next half hour. Then went to the door and knocked.

Suja answered the door, finding the four sweaty men asking to come inside to cool off. She let them come inside and poured them all glasses of water.

The men drank the water in the kitchen, and then Raj said, "Are you serious about making us feel better?"

Suja smiled. "If I can I will."

"Well that pussy would sure make me feel better." He replied.

Suja's mouth dropped open. She didn't know how to respond to Raj's rude comment. Then she felt Datha's hands reach around her from behind to grope her tits.

"What do you think you're doing?" She blurted out as she pushed Datha's hands away.

"Come on, girl. You obviously want us to fuck you." Datha said, grabbing her and pulling her tight against him."

"No I Datha't!" She protested.

"You're not going to get us all hard and horny and back out of this now." Raj said. "Let's strip her."

Suja screamed as the four men grabbed her and began forcibly removing her clothes. She wrestled against them, but soon found her body bare and pushed onto her back on the kitchen counter.

"Please stop!" She yelled as the men began groping her bare breast and fingering her pussy.

Suja was in a panic. She knew that she was at the mercy of these men and was fully aware of what they wanted. Suja would have to admit that she had fantasized about having sex with more than one man at a time. But she would have never willingly done so.

The men took turns stripping while the other three continued molesting the struggling housewife. Soon Suja saw all four of them naked around her. Each of the dicks hard in anticipation of being thrust into her body.

Suja could not help but to observe that all four men were more endowed than her husband.

Suja had no regrets with her husband's size. She knew that his five inches was just below the average, but he had always satisfied her with it. But all four of these men were larger. Two of them, Antoine and Raj, were both a good three or four inches larger.

"Suck my cock." Antoine said as he grabbed her head and pulled it back over the counter.

Suja resisted as the black piece of meat was thrust into her face. She did not want to do this but soon found her mouth open and lips wrapping around his pole.

Raj was pulling her legs apart on the other side of the counter and she could feel his long, thick cock pressing between her legs.

She tried to protest but could not make anything more than grunts as Antoine fucked her face.

She cried out in rage as Raj thrust his pole deep inside her pussy. She realized at once that he filled her more than her husband ever had.

Now Suja was being pounded by two strange men at the same time. She had gone the better part of a year before allowing her husband to get this far on their wedding night and now here she was trapped between two men who were forcing her to have sex in her own kitchen.

"Oh fuck." She heard Antoine say just before she felt her mouth filling with his cum. She was surprised with how quickly the black man had climaxed and was not expecting this. She gagged at first and began gulping down his warm salty seed, realizing that she had not permitted her husband to cum in her mouth for a few years now.

Antoine shoved his cock deep into her throat as he came, spewing his cum as Suja's mouth pleasured him.

He pulled out his spent cock and she raised her head and watched as Raj fucked her.

"Please stop." She pleaded.

But Raj did not listen. He held her legs apart and slammed his cock into her pussy ignoring her pleas.

Raj began panting and moaning. Suja felt his pace quicken and his thrust become harder and deeper and knew that he was about to cum inside her.

"No, pull out!" She yelled.

But Raj was not going to be denied his climax inside her tight pussy. He cried out in lustful joy as his orgasm began, sending his cum jetting into Suja's pussy as he pounded her without mercy.

As soon as Raj was finished Datha grabbed her and pulled her off the counter. He forced her to bend over the kitchen table and thrust his cock into her from behind. Suja's arms were held tightly in front of her as Datha fucked her.

She no longer begged for them to stop. Once Raj had cum inside her she felt the will to resist begin to fade. But what she hadn't expected was the feeling that was now coming over her.

Datha's cock was actually bringing her pleasure!

Suja resisted the sensations growing inside her. She could not allow these men to make her enjoy this rape. She was being forced fucked by them and could not be made to enjoy it.

But as Datha came closer to his orgasm his fucking was doing the same to Suja.

"Oh God, no." She begged as she felt her body coming close to climax. Her legs shook beneath her as her orgasm began. Datha's cock took her over the edge. Her pussy gripped his shaft as her juices began to spill out onto his balls.

Datha groaned as his cock released his cum into Suja's pussy, mixing with her own juices as the two came together.

Datha pulled out of her and Gani took his place. The young man fucked Suja with jackhammer-like speed as she lay on the table. Her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm with Datha and she could feel it responding again.

But before the feeling could grow any stronger she felt Gani blowing his load into her thrice-fucked pussy.

"On your hands and knees." She heard Antoine order. The black man helped her to the floor where she knelt as he got behind her. He thrust his cock inside her and she felt her body responding at once.

Suja wasn't sure what had come over her. But she decided that this was feeling too good to resist. And she justified it because it was being forced upon her. She could not be blamed for being raped, so since she was guiltless why not just enjoy the fulfillment of a long held fantasy. One that would be kept a secret between her and her four attackers.

Suja reached up and grabbed Raj's cock and began stroking it. He moved before her so that she could begin sucking on his cock as Antoine fucked her.

Suja could not believe that she was actually enjoying this. She greedily sucked on Raj's cock as she fucked back against the black man behind her.

She began cumming almost immediately. She had to pull her mouth away from Raj's cock as her orgasm tore through her. It subsided but Antoine was still pounding her from behind. Finally he came inside her, but not before bringing her close to the verge of another climax.

"Fuck me." She said to Raj. Not wanting to be denied one more orgasm.

"I knew you wanted it." He said, quickly moving around her body and kneeling behind her, thrusting his cock into her sopping wet hole.

Datha took Raj's place at her face. Suja began sucking his cock. With her right hand she grabbed Gani's and began jacking him off. Soon she was taking turns sucking each of the men one at a time.

She pulled her head away from Gani as he was about to cum. She began sucking Datha's while she jacked Gani off all over the side of her face.

Raj was fucking her with all his might, enjoying the change that he saw taking place in the women kneeling before him. He watched as Datha's eyes rolled back in his head as he began cumming in Suja's mouth.

She gulped down his cum then pulled free, crying out her delight. "Oh yes, I'm cumming!" She yelled. "Fuck me harder!"

Raj was ready to cum too. Hearing Suja's cries of satisfaction made his orgasm even better as he unleashed his seed inside her.

Suja fell forward onto the floor as Raj pulled his cock out of her. She was covered in sweat and her body was shaking from the effects of her multiple orgasms and the realization of what had just happened.

As the men began dressing Suja slowly got to her feet. "Get the fuck out of here." She told them, trying to sound like she was mad. She was to a point, but she could not deny that she had been more satisfied in the past forty five minutes than she had even been.

She needed to clean up before her kids got home. She would never tell anyone what happened here today. But, even though she would never have Done this on her own, this would always be a fond memory for the pretty housewife. She even wondered if there was any other work that her husband could find for these men.

THE-END