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"Hey Doc, any one ever tell you that you have Magic hands? I swear, I didn't even know what a Physiotherapist was before. But my Doctor told me that you could help me with the mobility in my legs and hips." He said lying on his back on a therapy table in the middle of an empty clinic bay.

"John, how many times do I need to tell you. Please call me Tamanna. As you can see, that sentiment is fairly common." She gestured around the clinic before putting both hands around Johns muscular calf and lifting it off the table. She began slowly massaging and rotating his leg in different directions. Slowly, she moved her hands up his leg inching toward the hem of his shorts. "I want you to let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any time while I work on your leg. Sometimes it can get pretty near some **censored** boundaries." She then moved her hands higher onto Johns thigh and felt his strong thigh and pushed and pinched and drove her hands into the tissue of his thigh.

John grimaced under her touch and reached down with his hands to grip the table tightly. As he was reaching for the table, he felt his hands push between Tamanna and the table. As he looked down his own body, he saw that her crotch was now comfortably nestled on top of his hand. She seemed to not even notice his hand being there and as she worked her hands up higher, he could see the focus she had on her job, but he also moved his hand slightly to feel as much of her as he could. Looking at her he automatically began undressing her. Her skin looked tired but beautiful. He wanted her hair released from the ponytail she kept it in In the ponytail she looked so professional. He knew that she would look like a sexpot without that ponytail. He knew that her hair would frame her face perfectly. He would enjoy unbuttoning her white top slowly to uncover what was very likely a plain bra. Then he would pull those white pants down and let them pool at her feet and make her jerk him off standing there in just her bra and panties.

As he was imagining the things, he would do to her he began to feel his cock grow. Tamanna was now very high on his thigh where his hip and Femur met. Her gaze lingered across his lap to see how uneven his hips were. As she searched across his hips, she noticed the sizable bulge in his pants. She knew that she was attractive, and patients have gotten erections lying on her table before, but this looked like one of the largest she had ever seen. She stared at it and willed it out of his shorts. Without noticing her fingers danced closer to his member from inside his loose-fitting shorts. John looked at her face as he felt her hands inch closer to him and he saw the glassy eyed stare as she lost herself in the size of his cock.

He pressed outward with his trapped hand and felt her press equally as hard back onto his hand for a moment. Then she pulled her arms back and stepped away from the table. John looked at her and where she once had a milk white complexion it was now rose colored with excitement and embarrassment. "I think that's enough for today John. How about we work on it again at our next appointment?"

"That sounds good Tamanna, I look forward to it." He said as he sat up on the table then stood barefoot on the hard carpet. He then stretched his back which caused his already hard cock to press forward, toward Tamanna. She looked down like he hoped she would then she looked away.

"Pardon me for a few moments. I need to check on something in the back." She said as she quickly walked away from him behind a closed door with a window set in the side. He walked up to the door and noticed that it hadn't closed fully. He fished in his pants and pulled out his phone and started a video recording right away. He wasn't sure what he would get, if anything, but experience taught him that if he started it now then he wouldn't fumble with it when he needed it. As he eased the door open, he saw Tamanna facing away from the door as she pulled her white pants off her hips and down to the floor. John held his phone up and caught the entire sight in his viewfinder. As she bent over at the waist her cream-colored panties came into full view and the lace material was more than he expected to see. He watched as she bent over and he saw her pussy pushing against the gusset of her panties and wisps of dark hair escaped the sides of her panties.

Time seemed to be moving slow for John as he enjoyed each moment. She stepped out of a leg of her pants and lifted her leg onto a chair and with one hand she steadied herself on the chair and with her other hand he watched it disappear to the front of her and soon began seeing it tense up over and over again as if she was rubbing something furiously. "John, show me that big cock of your please. I need to see it, I need to feel it, I need to taste it in my mouth. Oooooo, Fuck, I've never seen a cock that big before. I wish he would come in here and jerk these panties off and fuck me over this desk. I'm a bad wife." She said under her shallow breaths. John kept recording but pulled his dick out of his shorts and began stroking himself as he watched.

"Hey Doc, Turn around." He said with authority.

Tamanna jumped and quickly pulled out her hand from her panties, then bent over to try and pull up her panties.

"STOP!" He commanded from behind her. She didn't know why but she obeyed right away. "I heard you calling my name, I recorded you masturbating thinking of this cock and now you're going to get a chance to see it and touch it. Now turn around." He told her. Tamanna slowly turned by pivoting on her foot that still retained her pants around her ankle. Then as she planted her foot down her eyes wandered down to his exposed cock. She traced the veins along his shaft to the thick head and she licked her lips as she noticed his head glisten with pre-cum. Then she broke her gaze and looked up to see him there pointing a phone at her.

 

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"What are you doing! This is a private room and you aren't allowed in here. You're going to have to leave now!" She tried saying with as much authority as possible.

"Doc, you're standing there with your pants around your ankle, pussy hair poking out of your panties and fingers glistening from your own juices and I have this video that I don't think the licensing board or your husband for that matter would find to enjoyable. So, I guess the question isn't, Was I allowed in here. Rather the question should be, what are you willing to do to make sure I don't show this to anyone?" He told her with a smirk. He then reached down with his free hand and slowly stroked his hand up and down his shaft. This motion drew her attention and she looked down and once again stared. "Let's start by you getting on your knees like a good little slut."

"HOW DARE YOU!" I am married and am quite happy with my life the way it is, and I don't have any use for someone like you." She yelled at him and scowled as she crossed her arms. Her chest was red and flushed from her excitement earlier and her anger now. Her pants still laid pooled around one ankle and her prescient bush pushed out the fabric of her panties.

"That's a lot of anger but it looks like it didn't help with the excitement you are experiencing." He said as he stepped close to Tamanna then leaned forward and ran a finger up her inner thigh. His touch made her jump and fold her hands in a block over her exposed panties. When she placed her hands between her legs, she felt the wetness that was running down her inner thigh. John held his glistening fingers on level with his eyes and examined them. Then brought them to his nose, smelled them then tasted the juice on the tips of two fingers. Then he looked at Tamanna and down between her legs. He watched as she slowly moved her fingers back and forth between her legs. She bit her lower lip and then looked down at his still hard cock.

"Go ahead Tamanna, it won't bite. Just touching it could be thought of as a medical need. You are a professional and studies show that a whole-body familiarity is best for the patient." John told her.

"If...that's what the studies say then who am I to go against that." She blankly said as she tentatively reached out a shaking hand and slowly curled her dainty fingers around his thick cock. John kept his camera pointed at the action and enjoyed her touch.

"How does it feel Doc?" John asked her.

"Oh god, It's so hard. I've never felt a dick that was so hard." She replied.

"Get on your knees, it's time to examine it closer." He told her and pressed down on her shoulders. She acquiesced to his pressure and found herself on her knees in front of John with his cock pointing directly to her face. "Now begin to stroke it back and forth. This cock won't massage itself will it?" He said as he lightly wrapped a hand over hers and began moving it back and forth slowly causing her hands to slide up and down his shaft. Once he felt that he had her active he removed his hand and made sure that his video got all of the action.

"Fuck Doc, You're fantastic at this, I'm already about to cum." He spoke down to her.

"Give me a tissue then. They're right there." She said pointing with one hand toward Johns right shoulder. John reached up and grabbed them then held them above her and out of reach.

"Here it comes... Better find a place you want it." John laughed as he spoke.

Tamanna looked around the small room desperately looking for something to catch the cum then as she heard him grunt and she saw the same body language her husband gave right before he shot his load she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Johns eyes looked down in surprise and enjoyed the way she looked as each jet of cum hit the back of her throat. He zoomed his phone closer to her face and she looked up to him with eyes wild with lust.

She then came off his cock and he watched as she swallowed his entire load. "Was that enough to erase what you caught me doing and forgetting it ever happened?" She asked while looking up at him.

"Sure, I'll be happy to delete the video of a crime I committed but the video of you willingly jerking me off and swallowing my load, well, let's just say that you will be paying for that video for some time." John answered her. Then he gently pushed her back and put his spent cock back into his pants and left Tamanna there on her knees and left the door wide open as he walked out of her office.

Tamanna stayed on her knees and pushed her hand in her panties and began violently attacking her pussy. She was so horny after being treated so badly that she just needed relief. She played the scene that just happened and couldn't remember a time where she was hornier than she was right now. She closed her eyes and while she pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy, she used her other hand and opened her top and pulled her bra above her breasts and took turns pinching one then the other nipple. She was so horny that she didn't need much time before she could feel her climax and she screamed out as it hit her like a bRam. Once it passed, she felt herself relax and opened her eyes to see John there with his camera trained on her again. "I needed to get your phone number so that we can arrange payment because I don't live near here and make no mistake you will be paying me." He said as he then lowered his phone. Tamanna suddenly felt defeated and without fighting she gave him her **censored** number. He then said his goodbye and walked out. This time Tamanna got off the floor and made sure that he drove away before she did anything else.

She then got dressed again, closed her office and she drove herself home where she could cry in a bottle of wine and feel safe with her family. When she walked in her home, she felt safe and she went and hugged her husband. She needed to feel protected and in his arms she still felt protected. As she was enjoying his embrace, she heard her phone announce a new text message. She ignored it and kept herself nestled in his arms. They worked together regularly but she still needed to be close to him, especially now. Her phone made another announcement and then another. "Honey, it sounds important. You better get it." He told her as he broke their hug. He then sat down in his chair and read opened his paper to read on the couch.

She walked to the table where she placed her bag then took out her phone and looked at the screen. Her feeling of safety immediately disappeared as the message that came in was an unknown number and the first message said, 'Hey Doc, already missing these lips.' Even without looking at the other messages she knew who it was and all at once she felt her knees get weak, her heart drop, and she felt herself become horny again. She stood facing away from Ram, she opened the phones messaging app to read the other messages. As soon as she opened the thread, she saw a screenshot of his video and there she was in full color. Her thick lips wrapped around Johns cock as she was looking up directly into the camera's lens. She thought that when she looked at him, she was scowling but in this photo all she could see was a woman enjoying herself.

As she was looking at the picture another message came in, which she read.

"This is the 3rd message and you still haven't replied yet. If this continues, I will be happy to spread you all over town. This was not a one-time thing." It said.

"What do you want?" She typed back and sent it to the unknown number she knew to be John.

Quickly she got a reply. "Open your shirt and take a picture of those beautiful tits my dear."

 

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"I can't! Ram will see me." She typed and sent to John, hoping that would be the end of it.

"Would you rather him see his wife lips wrapped around my cock instead?" She saw almost immediately.

That was certainly not something she wanted to have him see. She didn't want to risk their marriage life so she unbuttoned her shirt as quietly and quickly as she could then held her phone out and took a picture then sent it to him.

She got a reply a moment after sending the first image she had ever sent anyone of her in a sexy position. The reply said, "I want to see your tits, NOW!"

She unbuttoned her shirt once more then held her bra down which allowed her breasts to come into view. After she sent that she waited for his reply before she buttoned her shirt back up.

"Who texted you babe?" She heard from behind her.

She jumped at his question and her found bounced loudly on the table. She then heard it go off and she stuttered an answer to him. "It' it's it's a patient of ours named John. He was really tight today and I asked him to let me know if he loosened up when he got home." She opened her messages and buttoned her shirt at the same time. She turned and walked toward the couch and as she walked, she deleted the messages from John and her pictures so that Ram wouldn't see them if he looked at her phone. She typed into her phone a new message as she sat down next to Ram. "John, I'm glad that we were able to relieve your tension during today's session. It is very unorthodox that we provide our **censored** number so Ram and I are together when we say please don't abuse this connection method to us." Then she had Ram make sure the message wasn't harsh before sending it to John.

After sending it she realized how uncomfortable she was in her clothes and how much she really wanted to fuck. she grabbed at the crotch of his pants and quickly unbuttoned and pulled the zipper of his pants down. She pulled his dick out so fast that he was confused. She then got on her knees between his legs and began jerking him off furiously.

"Oh my god. What's gotten into you?" He asked her with big eyes.

"Shut up and just get hard, I need this cock right now, Please." She begged him.

He began to harden and she slipped his dick in her mouth and enjoyed the feeling of his cock as it slid along the sides of her mouth. When she closed her eyes, she would catch herself imagining it was Johns thick member filling her mouth with his warm cum. She snapped her eyes wide open and looked up at Ram who was holding her phone and typing with conflicted eyes.

"I'm sorry dear. Is my blowjob not good enough to keep you interested?" She said back sarcastically as she looked at him and squeezed his dick hard in her hand.

"John texted you back and sent a picture as well. He said that his trouble spot is still tight and wondered what you thought." Ram told her uneasily.

Tamanna felt her whole world tumble around her, but she kept a brave face. "Let me see!" She said while still holding Ram in her hand. He faced the phone down to her and what she saw was Johns thighs then his bright green boxer briefs and his large cock pressing against the material begging to be released. "His thigh looks fine. I can see that it does seem tighter than his other one. Do you think it looks more concerning?" She played off the obvious cock on her phone and slowly stroked Rams cock up and down.

"So, we're just glossing over that he sent you a cock shot?" Ram asked her in earnest.

"If it was a cock shot don't you think he would actually have it out? Let me see it again?" She told him. He pointed the phone back to her. "Oh my, that does look like quite the cock. Makes yours seem a bit small in comparison doesn't it? Do you think he was hoping I would reply naughtily to it? Maybe send him a picture of my body? What would you do?" She asked back hoping he wouldn't get suspicious. "Tell him that his erections can cause a strain on those muscles and he will need to relieve that tension and the thighs should calm down." She said before she lowered her mouth back onto his cock.

"I know what's wrong with him, I just wasn't expecting my wife to get a cock shot from someone tonight." He complained down to the top of her head as she gave him the best blow job he had ever received. She tried to look up at him but could only see as far as his fingers quickly typing on her phone. "He says he needs motivation to jerk off. When I told him to use the internet, he told me it's not working. I told him to use his imagination, and he told me he doesn't have one. Can we just drop him as a client?" He asked her.

Tamanna pulled her head off his cock and flashed a brilliant smile. "I've never felt your cock so hard as it is right now. Maybe you want him to see me suck your cock, Maybe I should strip down, and you send him a picture of my whole naked body. What do you think Mr. Winky?" She asked his cock before sticking it back in her mouth. "Mmmm he jerked in my mouth; I think you like that idea. If you want to send it, you can." She gave him permission then watched with shaky hands as he held the phone to her, and she saw him press the center of the phone then pull the phone back and start typing then he quickly dropped the phone and gripped the couch. She felt his cum hit the back of her throat and slide down the sides of her mouth. It wasn't as thick as Johns and didn't taste as sweet. "You didn't really send him a picture of me giving you a blowjob, did you?" She asked him as he grew limp in her hand.

"You told me to!" He said with exclamation points in his eyes. Then he looked down at the phone by his side as the screen lit up. "Oh God. He said show me more." He told her. She watched as he typed then put the phone down and he began to tremble slightly. I'm so sorry honey, I was so excited, I don't know what came over me. He could ruin us and our business." He told her.

"Don't worry honey, I'm not mad at you. We just need to do what he says, and it will all be okay. What does he want?" She asked him while holding his limp dick in her small hand.

 

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"I told you, He wants more of you!" He said to her. "But I already told him..." he started but trailed off as her phone lit up again and he read the message. She watched him gulp hard then turn the phone to her. Staring her in the face was a picture from him showing his boxer briefs pulled down and his hand wrapped around his large shaft.

The text read "It's not going to take care of itself. So, either tell that cunt of a wife of yours to strip down or I will spread this picture to your entire client list and also every medical board and you both will be through working here or anywhere else."

Ram watched as Tamanna stood up. "Start taking pictures Ram!" She said to him. He held up his phone and began taking pictures of her and sending them to John. He didn't even pay attention when they included her face. She took off her plain white shirt and pulled down her pants. As she did this she spoke to Ram. "I never thought that we would ever let another man see me naked. He's so forceful. Ram are you getting hard again?" She posed in front of him in just her bra and panties then lifted her foot to his cock which had grown semi hard in the process. He took one more picture and sent it. They both stared at each other as she slowly ran her toes up and down his cock. They knew that John would send them a new message soon.

Sure enough, it came in and Ram read it out loud. "Mmmm fuck, can't wait to see the Docs talents with that little pecker but first tell her to lose the bra and panties. I've been dying to see that hairy pussy for some time."

"He is so crass; we can't do this can we?" Ram asked Tamanna.

"You just said it, we don't have a choice. But maybe we can stop him from getting more blackmail material. Start a conference call with him." She told him.

Ram typed more into her phone and then clicked more buttons until they both heard the ring of an outgoing call. Soon it was picked up and the image they saw was of Johns cock and his hand stroking it quickly. "Hey Doc and Docs husband. How about we keep this going. Tamanna, time to lose the bra and panties don't you think?" He asked her but also made it clear it wasn't a choice. She stared at the cock on her screen as she lowered her panties down then unclipped her bra then stood there with her hands slowly roaming her body and sliding through the thin hairs covering her pussy. "Yeah that's a tight body you got there. Show me closer husband." He commanded. Ram moved the screen closer to her pussy. Without being prompted Tamanna lifted her leg and rested it on the couch next to Ram and let him put the screen right near her very wet pussy. "Stick two fingers in her cunt." He told Ram.

"Isn't this enough already?" He asked.

"Motherfucker. Do you think it's enough?" He was told in reply. "Now stick three fingers in her cunt. If you talk back to me again then this will be over, and I will head over with a few friends and teach her and you some obedience. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes...sir." Ram said and both Tamanna and John could hear the defeat in his voice. They knew that there wasn't anything that John would ask of Ram that Ram wouldn't be willing to do now. That idea scared and excited Tamanna. For John he knew that he was going to push them so hard that by the time he was done she would be on her hands and knees in an alley behind some fucked up bar with a dog's cock deep in her well used cunt. He then watched as Ram moved a hand to her inner thigh and moved it up to where it contacted her glistening slit. Then he pressed three fingers against her entrance, and they seemed to slide in easily.

"How does she feel?" John asked.

"She's burning up my hand and I've never felt her wetter than right now." He told John over the phone as he began pumping his fingers in and out. He was pumping so vigorously that he stopped caring that John was making them do this and instead he was making his wife cum. After she screamed through her orgasm, she told Ram that she needed to sit down.

"Sit on your man's cock. I bet it's hard after that action. Isn't it Docs husband?" John said. Without answering Ram pulled the phone back and showed the state of his erection and Tamanna straddled his cock and impaled herself on the end of it. After a few short thrusts up and down Ram told her to stop moving and she felt him tense up and knew that he was cumming again. "My work here is done for tonight. I will tell you both the next step in payment soon. Get some rest because this is going to be pricey." He said ominously before ending the call.

Six days passed without any mention that day. Tamanna and Ram avoided each other for the first three days then acted as if nothing ever happened. They both now thought that Johns threat of blackmail was fake and were ready to get on with their lives. Ram would occasionally check her phone to see if John had texted her and she wasn't telling him. Each time he checked he would scroll through the messages and see that nothing new had come in. While he looked, he found himself linger on the pictures they had shared with him and also the picture he shared with them. He would always find himself adjusting his hardening Ram in his pants before putting her phone down.

Likewise, Tamanna would look at the messages as well. She found her time and when she was alone she would stare at the picture of his underwear encased cock and before of she would find her handle furiously rubbing her swollen clit and explode in another orgasm as she relived his power over them. On the eve of the seventh day there was a palpable tension in the air at their home.

During dinner Ram broke the tension, "Did you send out the reminder texts to the patients coming in tomorrow?" He asked her.

"Yes, I did." She answered matter of factory.

"Even John? His regular appt is tomorrow isn't it?" He asked again.

She went quiet and her expression told Ram his answer. "We can choose to not send him a reminder and just hope he goes somewhere else, but it is our business and his money spends like everyone else's." He told her.

 

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"I'll do it now while we are thinking about it. It's too late to use the automated service so I will just send him a text. That way if he doesn't show up, we can still charge for the visit." She replied back in a somewhat defeated tone. She picked up her phone and Ram watched her quickly type a short message then clearly press the send button. She then placed her phone down on the table and started eating again. Before long, her phone lit up with an incoming text. Ram watched as the color drained from Tamannas face and she stopped eating. She got up from the table without a word and walked into their bedroom. Ram followed her into the bedroom and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed in her sleeping gear which consisted of a tight tank top and loose comfortable pajama pants. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. "I can't go in tomorrow. There's no way." She said as tears slowly rolled down her cheek.

Ram was worried but still looked at his wife in the bed and noticed her nipples pushing out hard on her tight top. He thought she was excited but that wasn't what her reaction was displaying to him. "What happened? What did he say?" He asked.

"He told me that he looks forward to 'seeing' me. In quotations. He also said he hopes I'll wear sexy red panties and a light skirt. He also wants me to work without a bra and a really loose top so he can 'enjoy' the view better while I 'work' on his stress." She answered him.

"Honey? Don't hate me for asking this but are you excited by that possibly happening?" Ram asked her and cringed at his own insensitivity to her current state but as a qualification he pushed his gaze down to her breasts and erect nipples pushing the fabric towards him.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! I'M BEING BLACKMAILED AND YOU THINK I'M GETTING HORNY?" She screamed at him through her tears. "GO SLEEP ON THE FUCKING COUCH!" She said, following up with anger in her eyes. Ram still couldn't shake the feeling that she was in fact excited by the idea of being made to show off. He grabbed his pillow from the bed and went to sleep on the couch. He hoped that time would help calm her down.

When Ram woke up, he saw that Tamanna was already up and dressed. She was happy and bouncing with energy. She had on a black skirt that she had never worn to work because when she had worn it in the past it had a tendency to ride up and she said that she felt uncomfortable in it. With that she paired an untucked white button down that scooped low on her chest and he saw her nipples graze against the thin fabric. She wasn't wearing a bra like her blackmailer told her to do. She came over to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He wrapped his hands around her and lowered them to her ass and felt through the fabric to see if she was at least wearing panties. She was. He felt a Lacey material. To him it seemed to be a thong. He didn't even know she owned a thong. After he broke their kiss, he looked in her eyes, "Are you wearing a thong?" He asked her.

Tamanna pulled away from him and looked at him mischievously before lifting her skirt up to show him what looked like boy short style panties. They were white lace and sexy as hell on her. Then she turned around and from the back her cheeks escaped the bottom of the panties with a band of fabric around the waist. Ram felt his dick grow harder. She then lowered her skirt and walked out the door. He followed behind her and watched as she drove away. Once she was out of sight he went back into their bedroom and found the panties he knew she was wearing the night before. He held them to his nose as he started jerking off. He abused himself hard and imagined Tamanna with four men and before he even got to the good part of his fantasy, he felt the cum shoot from the tip of his cock and spray in his face. He felt embarrassed and ashamed to have thought of Tamanna in that situation and cleaned himself up before getting ready to go into the office.

When he walked into his business, he passed a patient that was all smiles. He was staring at his phone and adjusting himself as he passed. Ram took a quick glance and it looked like he had a picture pointing to a pair of hanging breasts in a white shirt. After he passed Ram thought how lucky he was that Tamanna wouldn't let that happen. Then his jaw fell open as he saw his modest wife stretching out a patient's leg. The patient was lying on his back and Tamanna was standing over him and was lifting his leg up and pushing it towards his head. She had the heel of his foot nestled between her breasts and was scooting forward slowly. Her patient below her had his phone out and was taking pictures up her skirt. She saw what he was doing but said nothing.

Ram then watched as Tamanna put his leg down and back off his legs. He felt relief at the thought she was done until she bent down to him and offered to help him up. Instead of gripping her outstretched hand the patient said, "Hold still!" And held his phone up to the neckline of her shirt before taking another picture. All he saw Tamanna do was blush slightly. The patient then lowered his phone and accepted her hand. As he stood, he reached out his hand and put his open palm around her breast and slowly squeezed it. He then looked over at Ram standing in the door and released it. "See you next week. I gotta say that I am really enjoying this treatment now." He said then walked past Ram, who was frozen with confusion and surprise.

"Hey honey, about time you got to work. I've already gone through most of the clients today." She said as she walked up to him smiling broadly. She gave him a peck on the cheek then walked back toward the rear of the office. Ram still remained frozen in the doorway when he heard the front door open and then footsteps behind him.

"Tamanna, get over here!" John said as he pushed past Ram at the door. Tamanna ran obediently up to John and stood in front of him. "Get on your knees Doc." He spoke to her softly and pressed down firmly on her shoulders. Tamanna went to her knees without a word. She kneeled and stared at his crotch and didn't flinch as he unzipped and pulled out his cock. He held it in front of her and lightly pressed the head against her lips then drew it back off her lips again. John and Ram watched as Tamanna licked her lips then leaned forward engulfed the entire head of Johns cock in her small mouth. She then enthusiastically began bobbing up and down sucking his cock with more effort than she ever gave to pleasuring Ram.

"Ram, take off your wife's shirt!" He told him.

"Yes sir." Ram replied and bent down and began pulling her shirt off.

"She's not gonna stop sucking. Find another way to get this shirt off so I can see those married tits." John told him.

Ram looked around and found a pair scissors then walked back to Tamanna and gently cut the fabric away from her body until she was sloppily sucking on John with her tits shaking back and forth. Strings of saliva were dripping from her mouth and they were landing on her breasts. Her pink nipples were protruding hard. Ram couldn't explain why but he reached out and smeared her saliva around her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. Tamanna moaned around Johns dick as it slid in and out of her mouth. He then pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked his cock in her face before cum shot across her face violently. Multiple ropes of cum streaked across her face and into her hair.

"Now stand up and let's see how you look Doc!" John said to her.

She followed his directions without a question. When she stood, he looked on her and chuckled lightly. She had cum covering her face and her lipstick was smeared around her face. The streaks of cum around her eyes had caused her mascara to run slightly but she looked sexy. She looked cheap but sexy. The cum dripped slowly from her chin as it ran down her face and dropped to her breasts and the floor. "Grab your lab coat. We're going for a little drive. Ram, you aren't coming. Do you understand?" John said to Ram, but he didn't wait for a response as he turned and walked to the door. Tamanna grabbed a nearby lab coat and put her arms through it and walked out the door.

 

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As they walked out the door leaving Ram with the new hard on in his pants, they walked down the street. She felt self-conscious with cum on her face and reached up with a sleeve of her coat to wipe her face clean. 'Leave It." She was told and dutifully she dropped her arm at her side. In the distance she saw a bar and always thought it looked very rundown and seedy. They were walking directly for the door and all she could wonder was what kind of people were in a bar at noon on a weekday.

John opened the bar then held it open for Tamanna to walk through. She passed him and held her coat tightly closed as she let her eyes adjust to the dim light of the room. As the door closed behind her it sounded like a jail cell door to her. She started looking around u d the bar and it was mostly empty from where she stood there was the bartender and five other tables patrons. All of them had miles and miles written on the lines on their face. They were old and weathered and she could tell by looking at them that life hadn't been easy on them.

"Open your coat doc." John told her quietly.

"I can't. I don't have a shirt on remember?" She retorted.

"Would you rather I send these pictures my friends were sending me from their work with you today or this video of you sucking my cock like you would die without my cum?" He asked her and pointed his phone in her face where she saw a video playing of her sucking a cock deeply in her mouth. Defeated she released her grip and her lab coat opened in the middle the sides of both breasts came into view and everyone in the bar noticed. She felt everyone's eyes on her, and she was scared but also felt the excitement build between her legs.

John then turned and addressed the entire bar, "The doc here would like to give everyone a health check. She will take your temperature with her mouth. You decide what you put in there. If you can withstand that temperature check you can move onto the next screening where she tests your stamina. If anyone remains after that then we will start over again. Any takers?" He asked.

Next to him Tamanna stood quietly trying to work out what he meant when he said that. She felt that it was sexual but couldn't wrap her confused head around the scenario. On the other hand, the men in the bar all understood and were standing up and walking towards her at the door. As they approached, she saw them unzipping their pants and fishing their cocks out. She hadn't been exposed to so many dicks in her entire life. The men each came in a different size, some small and others larger. None of them seemed to match what she swallowed from John, so she was unimpressed. Unimpressed until she was in the middle of a cock circle.

"Part one gentlemen. Make it through this and we move on." John said out loud to everyone. An older man about 60 stepped into the circle and moved Tamannas head to his cock. She reluctantly opened her mouth and took his four-inch cock in her mouth. She missed the girth of Johns but there was something comfortable about sucking another strange cock. She didn't know what to do with her hands and so she imagined that she was with Ram. She placed one hand on his hip and with the other she cupped his balls. 'Maybe if I make them all cum then I won't have to find out about part two.' She thought and sucked strong. She tried to give him the best blowjob he had ever gotten. In only about three minutes from starting she felt his balls tighten in her hand and he pulled out of her mouth in time to spray a new load of cum across her face. It covered the nearly dry load from John earlier.

He then faded back into the circle and slowly rubbed his limp cock. The next man that stepped forward seemed to think about what he would have her do and instead of sticking his cock down her throat he made her lick his ball sack and clean his perineum. His smile was broad, and the other men laughed at her situation but applauded his ingenuity. Tamanna was disgusted by his smell but still continued and as she felt the hairs on his balls tickle her nose she giggled. At her giggle the other men groaned. She looked out the side of her eyes and noticed another man step toward her and saw his cock spit white directly toward her. He landed his first load directly in her eye and with each successive shot it hit lower and lower until it was simply a drip to the ground.

'Hot damn, I didn't even have to suck him.' She thought before she was pushed off ball duty and a man gripped her under her arms and turned her around.

"I'm gonna do both, get this cunt to suck me off and stay strong enough to move on." He said and he pushed the head past her lips. She closed her eyes and though he smelled rancid she loved that his size was big like Johns. She tried with all her might to get him to cum as well but through her efforts all she did was get her jaw tired. Eventually she sat back and tried to jerk him off which she also failed at. She then looked up at him defeated and he stepped back from her.

"I can't do it anymore. My jaw is so tired. Ram never gets a blowjob and now I've given three of the best ones in my entire life. Please can we take a break?" She pleaded with John, who was standing just outside the circle enjoying a cold beer and watching this prim and proper wife being treated like a whore.

"Sure thing. We can let your jaw take a break." He told her and then walked behind her and pulled her to her feet. He then walked her to the pool table in the back and as they moved, he pulled her coat off and then he pushed her up against the pool table. He then hiked up her skirt to expose her white lace panties with her ass cheeks sticking out. "Quite the treat. Do you always wear sexy panties at work?" He asked her. He then spread her legs and chuckled loudly. "Look at this boys! She was looking forward to some action. These panties have a nice big opening for a cock."

 

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Each man had followed them to the table and looked at what John was talking about and noticed that her panties were crotchless. Her wet pussy was glistening in the dim bar light as her breasts were squished against the green felt fabric on the table. She then felt fingers explore her pussy. "Ugggghhhh!" She involuntarily expressed. Those same fingers were removed, and she felt empty until the head of a cock pushed against her. She opened her legs wider and pushed back against his pressure until he pierced her.

She licked her lips and pushed herself up from the table and reached for another cock and she wasn't left waiting for too long as another man walked up to her and she gripped him and pulled him gently towards her mouth. She struggled to bend her head down to it and failed to reach it. "Alright boys lets allow the girl to enjoy herself. Get her on the floor." John told the remaining men. They complied with her and pulled her off the table and she willingly kneeled on the floor.

She was able to get down to the floor without losing the cock lodged in her cunt. As soon as she was on her knees she leaned forward and began taking his cock hard. Another man went to her head and pulled her mouth over his cock. He began fucking her hard and pulled her head into his crotch forcing his cock deep in her mouth. She was crying and cumming and moaning. She was hurting and in ecstasy. Her tormentor at her mouth didn't last long before he pulled out and painted her face with another stream of cum that covered her back as well. Her pussy was also vacated as well when he pulled out and shot his load across her ass and covered her skirt and panties with the white mess.

John then walked behind her and gripped her panties in one hand and pulled them down her legs and off. He left them in a ball on the ground. He then kneeled behind her and pulled her cheeks apart exposing her virgin asshole. Without preparing her at all he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy for a few strokes then pulled out and pushed viciously into her asshole. She howled in pain as he slammed hard into her multiple times. "Want me to stop Doc? Would that make this easier? Want me to show your neighbors how much of a depraved slut you are?" He asked her as he pounded her hard. He began feeling his need to cum and pulled out then stood up and gripped her hair in his hand and lifted her up to kneel in front of him again. "Clean it." He ordered. She closed her eyes and leaned forward taking him in fully. His cock didn't smell as bad or taste as gross as some of the other cocks she had earlier and this one had been in her ass.

He then let himself go and this time his load went down her throat. She sat back on her heels and began wiping the cum off her face and then scooping that cum into her mouth. "Time for you to get home now." John told her and stood her up. They then walked out of the bar as she put on her coat. John drove her home and dropped her off in front of her home then drove away. Tamanna walked into the house and Ram came out, looked at her then walked away to start a bath. The rest of the night was spent recounting the events of the day and helping Ram jerk off over and over again to the story of what happened.

They weren't sure what the future would hold but they did know that they had fallen into something neither of them ever expected enjoying before.

THE-END

 

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No question about it: Tamanna Bhatia was our favorite teacher.

She taught French at College and she was fabulous! I'm not saying she was just a good teacher; there were lots of other things about her that were real nice. Let's face it, most of the lady teachers in our college were kind of on the elderly side, so to see this succulent creature—she was probably in her early thirties—sashaying around the hallways of the Foreign Languages Department would make any guy do a double-take.

She was tall for a woman—about five foot five, with that "big hair" making her seem even taller. No one would call her slender, but that doesn't mean that she was in any way fat or heavy. Just . . . substantial. Curves all over the place, especially around her butt. Man, you just wanted to wrap your arms around her so bad! And she seemed to know it. I think she deliberately wore blouses that showed a fair amount of cleavage, and dresses that accented that firm, fleshy bottom. The guys in her classes loved it; the girls, not so much. The females glared at her with a mixture of resentment and envy, probably wishing they had the balls—er, sorry, the courage—to dress the way she did.

And yet, she had this air of sadness or melancholy about her. We'd heard rumors that she'd been married at one time, but now she was single. Nobody knew what happened—maybe her husband had run off with another woman. If so, he was not only a bastard, but an idiot! Who'd ever leave the side of this tempting piece?

Tamanna—we all called her that, since she thought "Ms. Bhatia" sounded dopey—was holding this informal summer school class at her house. This was mostly for the guys on the cricket team who hadn't really **censored** much attention during spring semester, especially when the season started; so we hadn't even gotten a grade, but instead the dreaded "Incomplete," meaning we'd have to make up the work somehow during the summer. She took pity on us and held these sessions in the small, one-story house (with basement) she had a few blocks from campus.

All the guys in the class were freshmen, either eighteen or nineteen, and we were still struggling with the idea that we were now supposed to be "adults" in the eyes of the world. We sure didn't feel like it! Oh, sure, we looked like adults: some of us had shot up over six feet, and we were all athletes in reasonably good shape; but whether our emotions had kept up with our bodies was another matter.

So here we were in late August, eight guys and Tamanna. We'd finally gotten to the last page of Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days, and we were all looking forward to getting a passing grade and moving on to sophomore year with a clean slate. When we got to the last page—one guy would read the French text as best he could, and another guy would translate it into English—there was a general sense of anticipation. Finally the last words were read, and we all burst into shouts and applause!

Tamanna, who'd been standing up at one end of the living room while we were all sitting on various couches or sofas or chairs, said, "You all did great, boys." She had what is called a musical voice—somewhat low, and kind of soft. You couldn't imagine her shouting or getting mad at anyone. She sauntered out of the room into her kitchen and came back with a plate of chocolate chip cookies that she'd baked for the occasion.

We dived into them, all eight of us guys. Well, we deserved it! We really had worked pretty hard, and of course we were all grateful to Tamanna. She was a peach! And so we decided to show her how grateful we were.

We ended up forming a big circle in the middle of the living room, and Tamanna ended up being in the middle of it. She had this look of anticipation, and maybe of apprehension on her face, as if she didn't know what was to come. I'll say she didn't! What we did was to start clapping and whooping, and then one of us—a guy named Farook—seized Tamanna by the hand and kind of whirled her around. She laughed uproariously and stumbled toward another guy, Mani, at the opposite end of the circle. Mani actually caught her around the waist, only because Tamanna stumbled a bit and was on the verge of falling down; but we were all incredibly envious of him for doing something we all wanted to do from the moment we saw her.

Didn't I tell you she was our favorite teacher?

Well, Mani held her just a wee bit longer than he needed to, and I think Tamanna was about to tell him to get his hands off her waist. But then he sent her twirling back toward another guy, a big, strong African American named DeShawn, and Tamanna actually collided with his chest, letting out a comical "Oof!" DeShawn wrapped his arms entirely around Tamanna's midsection, and that made us even more green with envy. I think he wanted to do more, but instead he just sent her spinning around the circle again.

By now Tamanna had tossed off her shoes and was just in her bare feet. It was a hot day, and all she was wearing was a floral print dress that came down to her knees—maybe not quite that far, even. In fact, as she was being whirled and twirled around the circle, the hem of the skirt kind of flapped around her and even ballooned up a bit, allowing some of us to get fleeting glimpses of what looked like deep pink underwear beneath.

I think it was those little glimpses that caused some guys to turn things up a notch.

When Tamanna fell into the arms of a guy named Karun, he not only held her for a few seconds but pasted a quick kiss on her mouth. That got everybody roaring, and we barely heard Tamanna say, "Oh, Karun, you shouldn't do that." But no one **censored** attention to that. Tamanna got whirled again—and came right into my arms.

I couldn't help but up the ante a bit—otherwise, I'd feel like a fool and a coward. So I not only gave Tamanna a long, wet kiss on the mouth, but slipped a hand down to her butt. Of course, this was over her panties and dress—but still, that first feel of her round, firm bottom was glorious!

Predictably, she reached behind herself, pulled my hand away, and said, "Jai, that's very naughty."

Again that low, quiet voice. You just couldn't tell whether Tamanna was really angry or upset, or whether it was all for show. We'd never heard of her going on dates with anyone—so the idea of this incredibly ravishing creature not experiencing the male organ was actually kind of horrifying to us. Poor, deprived Tamanna!

By this time Tamanna seemed to be getting dizzy, staggering around like a drunken woman. So we stopped the twirling and just came closer to her. I think it was only now that she realized she was the only female in the house, with eight males standing only inches away from her.

It was Rocky's turn to kiss her, and he held her really close. You could see him rubbing his groin against hers. And even though she seemed to be protesting, she still threw her arms around Rocky's neck and kissed back. I think women are kind of trained to do that, you know what I mean? If someone kisses you, you kiss back. If someone puts his arms around you, you throw your arms around his neck. Women just do that automatically—that that's the way it should be!

 

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Well, we were all getting pretty clear in our minds where this was going.

Another guy named Gani, came up from behind and pulled down the long zipper of Tamanna's dress. We could see that she was wearing nothing but a white bra and those pink panties underneath. Somehow we got the dress off of her, letting it fall to the floor, and when she pulled out of Rocky's grasp she just stood in her underwear, looking from one to the other of us. Her own face was getting as pink as those panties.

She really should have been screaming her head off and trying to get away, shouldn't she? Instead, she just stood there, with an expression that was partly fear and partly excitement and defiance.

And so, someone came up from behind and unclasped her bra.

She actually shimmied out of it herself, letting it fall to the floor. Omigod! The incredible breasts that were revealed! round, firm, and with brown nipples projecting from the surface. Didn't that mean that a woman was . . . wanting it?

She made no protest when someone else peeled off her underwear.

Her wide hips and strong thighs were supported by shapely calves and surprisingly small feet. But all our eyes were glued to her delta, which was covered with a thick patch of dark fur that had surely never felt the cut of a razor.

To this day I don't know why she didn't protest any more than she did. Maybe (incredible as it seemed to me) she hadn't had a guy in a really long time. Even I, at my tender age, know how horrible a sexual drought can be! Or maybe she was just pleased that all us guys were taking such an interest in her. Who knows?

By this time, all of us were licking our lips and gawking at her. But it was Tony, who had come to the house wearing only a T-shirt and swimming trunks, who took the next step. He pulled down those trunks to his feet and kicked them away. He was already sporting an eight-inch erection.

When she saw it, Tamanna's eyes widened. She now knew, if she didn't before, that something serious was going to happen. Several of us got even closer to her and basically brought her down to her knees right in front of Tony's cock; in fact, it almost hit her in the face as she was going down. Now her face was right in front of it; and, after just a moment's hesitation, she stuck it into her mouth.

That was a sign for all of us to shed what few clothes were wearing and stand around her naked, waiting to be the next guy whose cock she would engulf. Tamanna still made a show of protesting. When Farook pulled her away from Tony and thrust his own cock into her face, she made a grimace and tried to move away (maybe it didn't smell very good!). But he held her head firmly in his hands, and eventually she bowed to the inevitable, opened her mouth, and stuffed as much if his cock in as she could.

Eventually she gave all our cocks at least a token taste, but she seemed more interested in taking hold of our butts and giving them a good squeeze. Girls like guys' butts, don't they?

Then Mani pulled her up to her feet. He was only an inch or so taller than her, so he was able to gaze right into her eyes. As he did so, he reached a hand down between her legs. Her sudden moan made it clear she was hot and wanted some kind of recompense for the pleasure she'd given us; and we could see, as Mani's fingers toyed with her sex, that she was already pretty wet. She parted her legs and tried to stand on tiptoe to allow him better access, and he did his best to stimulate her.

 

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By now, other guys were grabbing her boobs, her bottom, and anything else they could touch, while yet others were plastering her mouth, neck, shoulders, and back with kisses. She was touching us one after the other, to signify how grateful she was for all the attention she was getting; but then she suddenly stopped, throwing her arms around Mani and letting out a shrill cry that she tried to suppress by sinking her mouth (and maybe her teeth) into Mani's shoulder. Her whole body seemed to shake and shudder, and her cries became a kind of choked gurgle as she clung to him desperately.

There was a kind of awe that made us all quiet. We just realized what had happened: Mani had made her come.

For men, there's something inexpressibly mysterious about the female orgasm. There's no doubt about when a guy comes; but with women, you never know if they're faking or not. But this time, it was pretty clear that we'd really rung the bell for Tamanna, and we were deeply moved. There was a holiness about the whole business that made us feel very humble.

But that feeling didn't last long. We gave her some time to recover, and then we all tugged her this way and that. Somehow she ended up in my arms, and I too peered right into those haunting green eyes as I held her fast with one hand and, with the other, directed my cock into her pussy.

This was my first time having sex standing up, and it was magnificent. I too was just about the same height as Tamanna, so it worked pretty well. The first feel of my cock entering her vagina was so heavenly that my knees almost buckled; but I managed to keep standing and started pumping away. Strangely, she didn't close her eyes or rest her head on my shoulder or anything like that. Instead, she just kept on gazing calmly at me, even when I kissed her all over her face and mouth. Little grunts were coming out of her mouth in rhythm with my thrusts.

But then something odd happened.

Someone—I think it was Karun—had found a little bottle of hand lotion on an end table next to the sofa. He squeezed some stuff onto his fingers and then approached Tamanna from behind. While I was still pumping her, he shoved those fingers into her anus.

That finally got a response out of Tamanna. Her eyes became big, and she cried out, "No, please! Not that way!"

But Karun was not to be denied. He was actually an inch or so shorter than Tamanna, but that didn't matter. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he shoved his cock into her anus hard and fast. She let out more choking sounds, and her tongue actually hung out of her mouth. When she sensed that Karun wasn't going to stop, she rested her head in the crook of my neck and just stood there, clinging to me while both he and I thrust into her. There was a strange passivity in how she was taking this double penetration, and I fleetingly wondered if she had done this before. That very idea, and the fact that I'd gotten just a bit of a head start, made me finish before Karun did. I sent several dollops of my come deep into her, staying in there until Karun, grunting like an animal, forced his emission into her butt.

He pulled out a little too fast, and Tamanna cried out in pain. I could have killed the guy. You don't hurt a woman like that! What was he thinking?

It was clear what the other guys were thinking. They pushed me aside, and my cock fell out of her, dripping with both her juices and mine. I could also see a little trail of my come leaking down the inside of her thighs. But it was pretty clear that the others were keen on getting a piece of Tamanna themselves; so four of them—Farook, DeShawn, Rocky, and Tony—each lifted her up by an arm or a leg and carried her horizontally (face up) into her little bedroom, which was at the end of a tiny hallway off the living room.

They were all intent on doing something—but there's a limit to how many guys a woman can take, right? So they figured they'd do her two at a time, just as Karun and I had done. They laid her down on the bed on her side, and Farook got in front of her and DeShawn in back. They entered her pretty much at the same time, as a big gasp from Tamanna revealed. Once again, what struck me about this whole scene—the two guys battering away at her two lower orifices while grabbing at her breasts and plastering her all over with kisses—was how tranquil she was. Her face radiated a weird kind of calm as she languidly draped her arms around Farook's shoulders and even placed one leg over his hips, which made it easier for both guys to get into her.

The other four guys who hadn't penetrated her were impatient to get into the fray, but only Tony figured out how to do it.

He calmly walked up to the thrashing trio (or, rather, the two thrashing guys, with Tamanna looking like a sex doll getting it from both sides) and, lifting her head up a bit, stuffed his cock into her mouth.

A little choking sound came out of her throat, but she took this triple penetration in stride. Her eyes did goggle a little, and she did what she could to suck Tony's cock while the two other guys were going a little crazy with their thrusting. Not surprisingly, DeShawn shot his seed into her first; that was the tighter orifice, wasn't it? He bellowed like a bull when he came, and that seemed to inspire Farook to shoot his wad into her pussy. A minute or two later, Tony came in Tamanna's mouth. (He later told us he did this because his girlfriend—silly creature!—absolutely refused to swallow his come.)

The guys pulled out gradually, and Tamanna collapsed onto her back, her ragged breaths causing her breasts to rise and fall erratically. She was covered in sweat, and her hair was getting tousled. But the three other guys who still hadn't had her weren't interested in giving her any kind of break.