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Mani was angry -- very angry. He had invested the last three years of his life building an internet graphics company and was on the verge of landing a big contract when his partner secretly formed another company and stole the client right out from under Mani's nose. He wouldn't answer any of Mani's calls. All Mani got was a short email that said "Sorry -- it's just business. You would have done the same thing."

There was nothing Mani could do. It had all been perfectly legal. Jagan took advantage of Mani's stupidity with respect to the business side of the company. Mani was the artist. He trusted Jagan. That was his mistake. Jagan had manipulated the company documents and accounts in a way that he had complete authority to do pretty much everything he pleased.

Mani wanted blood. He wanted that asshole to die a slow and torturous death. Getting drunk seemed like the best option at the moment. He had to calm his nerves before he did something he would regret. After locking the door to the studio, Mani headed down the street to the nearest Pub. He had just thrown down his third shot of tequila when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hi Mani. What are you doing here?"

Mani turned and looked at Aksha with a glare on his face. He was about to lose it and fought desperately to restrain himself. Of all the people to walk into the pub on this night, it had to be Jagan's fiancée. He wondered how much she knew about what Jagan had done. Not much he concluded. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here with that friendly smile on her pretty face.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Mani asked with a slight slur in his voice.

"Oh, Jagan's not here," Aksha replied timidly. "I was meeting a friend after work. We were just leaving when I saw you sitting here. Don't tell Jagan -- please. He doesn't like me going to places like this without him."

Mani let his eyes roam up and down Aksha's body. Jagan not only had his company, he also had one of the hottest girl. Aksha was a walking wet dream. Her full lips and big brown eyes were soft and inviting. Long dark hair hung down over her shoulders. Her 5'4" frame supported a pair of nicely formed tits and a firm ass that stretched her tight jeans like an advertisement. When she moved, her body exuded sexuality. Aksha seemed oblivious to the effect she had on men.

She blushed when she saw how Mani was practically undressing her with his eyes. Aksha was flattered by the attention he was giving her, but she knew it was wrong to encourage him. She was engaged to Jagan, and Jagan could have a terrible temper when he thought she was flirting with other men, even if it was harmless.

"Um... I better go," Aksha mumbled. "It was good to see you Mani."

"Wait," Mani said, grabbing her arm as she turned to leave. "I, um... I need your advice on something. A website we are constructing for a new client has to appeal to women. You have a good eye, Aksha. Why don't you come to the studio and give me your opinion?"

Mani didn't want her to leave. Aksha was a link to Jagan and keeping her nearby seemed like a good idea. His hand tightened its grasp on her arm. Aksha could feel her heart pounding faster. She had always been attracted to Mani, but kept those feelings buried deep. The way he was touching her sent shivers through her body. She needed to get away.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea," Aksha replied, averting his eyes. "Why don't we wait until Jagan can join us?"

"This can't wait," Mani said, tightening his grip. "Come on, Aksha. I promise not to tell Jagan about seeing you here if you do this for me. It will only take a second."

Mani guided her out of the pub and onto the sidewalk, keeping a firm grip on her arm. Aksha felt helpless to resist and let him steer her towards the studio. Her heart was beating faster. Something about the way Mani took charge excited her. Just calm down, she told herself. Let him show you what he wants to show you and then leave. No one will get hurt.

They entered the studio, which also served as Mani's apartment. It was a large room with computers and drawing boards on one side, and a lounging area with a TV, bed and tiny kitchen on the other. In the corner were a weight machine and a pull-up bar. Mani guided Aksha to one of the computers with a large screen and had her sit in the chair.

"Look, I should probably warn you that in this business you have to take the clients that are willing to pay, so what you are about to see is from a client that has... well, let's just say his tastes are not as normal as others. Still, I want this to be good art."

Mani clicked the button a few times. The screen filled with a drawing of a naked woman tied to a post. She had leather straps wrapped tightly around her body leaving her tits exposed and a tiny triangle hiding her pussy. Her nipples were pierced with rings that had a chain stretched between them. The dark-haired woman with bright red lipstick had a look of pure lust on her face.

"Tell me, Aksha, do you find this at all erotic, or does it turn you off? I need your opinion."

Aksha blushed and sat there in silence. She didn't know what to say. She did find the image erotic. It was the look in the woman's eyes. It was like she was looking back at Aksha and inviting her to join the dark and masochistic pleasure she was about to receive. Aksha felt her nipples grow hard. 'No' a voice in her head screamed. This is all wrong. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Um... I... I don't think I can help you," Aksha stuttered. "I don't know about these kinds of things. Look, I better get going."

Mani could tell by the way she stared at the screen that she was captivated by the image. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to stay in the chair. Aksha didn't offer much resistance. She felt his strong hands squeeze her firmly and shuddered. Her head was pounding with excitement that she knew she shouldn't be feeling. Mani reached down and clicked the mouse until the image on the screen changed.

"I had considered this one but it just seemed too over the top for me. What do you think?"

The same woman was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. A spiked iron collar was tight around her neck. A man standing behind her was pulling on a chain attached to it. With his other hand, he was cracking a whip across her bare ass. Her legs were spread with a clear image of her pussy dripping from between her cheeks. Her face was turned enough to see the pleasure she was feeling. A caption on the bottom read, "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me."

"Oh..." Aksha gasped. "I... um... I don't know. It's... um..."

 

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She couldn't collect her thoughts. Things seemed to be spinning out of control. Mani tightened his grip so much that it almost hurt. Aksha felt her pussy clench. A trickle of juice escaped into her panties. She didn't know why her body was responding like this. She wasn't that kind of girl, or was she? She couldn't take her eyes off the image in front of her.

"You know, some girls like it like that," Mani said. "They get pleasure from rough sex. I once read that many women have a secret desire to be taken against their will, but they are afraid to act on their feelings. Have you ever thought about having sex like this?"

The image on the screen changed. The same woman was hanging against a wall with her hands tied together and pulled up over her head stretching her arms high. A gag was stuffed in her mouth. Her feet were tied to rings in the floor spreading her legs wide. Two nipple clamps were chained together with a small weight tugging down on them. A man was standing next to her with his hand choking her neck. In his other hand he was pumping a huge spiked dildo into her pussy.

"No... no, please," Aksha begged with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't want to see anymore. I shouldn't be here with you. I'm Jagan's fiancée. Please Mani -- let me go."

Those were the words she used but they didn't reflect what she was feeling. Aksha couldn't remember the last time she had been so sexually excited. Her nipples felt like they were going to burst. Her pussy twitched and clenched, soaking her panties with cunt juice. She felt Mani's fingers gently slide around her throat. Her body trembled.

"Did you know that Jagan stole this business right out from under me?" Mani asked, tightening his grip on her neck. "I trusted him. I was a fool. Now he's going to pay, and you're going to help me. How do you think he will feel when he finds out I fucked his fiancée?"

"No... no. I can't. Jagan will..."

"DON'T EVER use that name in front of me," Mani shouted while squeezing her neck so hard Aksha could barely breathe. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. What will it be, Aksha?"

Mani let go of her neck and spun her chair around until she was facing him. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down along with his briefs. A huge cock wavered back and forth in front of her face. He grabbed her hair, twisting it until she was looking up at him.

Aksha struggled to pull away but his grip on her hair was too tight. She looked up and saw the determination in his eyes. Her eyes moved to his cock and she gasped when she realized how much bigger he was than Jagan. A shudder went through her body. No, she thought, I can't. I'm engaged to Jagan. She reached into her purse and found her phone. Aksha hit redial knowing it was Jagan she had called last.

"Please Mani, this thing with the business must be a mistake," Aksha pleaded. "Ja... he would never do that to you. Let me call him and we can straighten everything out."

"Good idea, Aksha," Mani said, taking the phone from her hand. "I would be very interested in what he has to say when he finds out his fiancée has his partner's cock in her mouth."

"No," she begged with tears streaming down her face. "Talk to Jagan first."

"I told you not to say HIS FUCKING NAME."

Mani pressed the tip of his cock against her lips and shoved it into her mouth. At the same time, he hit the speaker button on the phone and laid it on the desk. It was still ringing. This was perfect, Mani thought. By the time Jagan arrived, she would be screaming with pleasure. He couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Aksha felt his hard flesh slide over her tongue. At first she struggled to pull away, but his grip on her hair was so tight it was painful to move. She felt him slide deeper and slam it in and out so hard she almost choked. She also realized that her pussy was still leaking and her panties were soaked. She couldn't possibly be enjoying this, could she?

"Hey, baby," Jagan said, finally answering the phone. "What is it and why aren't you back here at the apartment?"

"Oh, hi Jagan," Mani replied. "Aksha stopped by the office to help me with a project. I would let you tell her all about it, but unfortunately she can't talk right now because she has something big and hard in her mouth."

Mani fucked her face hard and fast, causing Aksha to make loud gagging and choking sounds. Spit was dripping from her chin and tears were running down her cheeks. Mani forced his cock into her throat and held it deep. She struggled to pull away so she could breathe. When he finally pulled out, Aksha coughed loudly and gasped for air. Spit poured out from her lips.

"You're a dead man," Jagan yelled into the phone.

Mani yanked her out of the chair and pushed her face first onto the computer table, bending her arm behind her back so she couldn't move. Before she could say anything, he twisted her arm higher. Aksha screamed in pain. He yanked down her jeans and panties. With a single thrust, he plunged his cock deep into her cunt. At the same time he shoved a finger up her ass.

"Aksha?" Jagan asked. "Is he hurting you? Talk to me baby."

"Oh god, ooohhhh... JJJ... Jaaaaagan..."

 

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Mani pushed a second finger up Aksha's asshole twisting them around inside. His cock continued to hammer her pussy. Aksha squealed. She didn't want to be enjoying this, but she couldn't help herself. The pressure in her belly continued to build until it could no longer be contained.

Her body thrashed and jerked in a series of uncontrollable spasms. Pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Mani pulled his cock from her cunt and pressed the head against her sphincter.

"No, please," she begged between breaths, "Not there."

He pushed. The knob of his cock punched into her asshole. Mani dribbled a strand of spit down her crack for lubrication and shoved his cock deeper. Aksha screamed in pain but Mani showed no mercy. He went deeper and deeper into her dark passage.

"What are you doing to her?" Jagan asked. "Stop it right now, I'm warning you."

"Hey partner, don't worry about Aksha. That sausage she ate just didn't agree with her. First she choked on it and now I think she's feeling it in her bowels."

Mani drove the last few inches of his cock into her asshole. Aksha was now whimpering rather than screaming. He remained deep inside her ass without moving.

"Aksha baby, talk to me," Jagan pleaded. "What's he doing to you?"

"Cool it man," Mani replied, yanking her head up from the table by her hair. "Everything's okay. I think she's feeling a little better and can tell you herself. Go ahead, Aksha. Tell him how much you are enjoying yourself."

Mani reached around her body and pinched her nipple so hard that Aksha screamed. It really hurt, but then something else happened. Her pussy clenched and a gush of cunt juice soaked into her panties. The pain excited her. Everything he was doing excited her.

"Oh god Jagan," she moaned and whimpered. "I'm so sorry..."

"See, buddy... everything is just fine," Mani said slamming her face back down on the table. "Not only that, but I think your girlfriend is enjoying herself. In fact, I'm going to let you listen while we finish the project."

Mani plunged his cock in and out of her ass with deep and powerful thrusts. Aksha squealed. He went faster and faster. Jagan was screaming obscenities into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Aksha," Mani said loud enough for Jagan to hear between her squeals. "I'm so busy fucking your ass that I forgot to pay attention to your pussy."

Mani picked up a microphone with a bulbous head that was hooked into a powerful amplifier. He shoved it up Aksha's cunt, sliding it in and out of her pussy while he fucked her ass. Aksha was helpless to stop what happened next. The pressure in her bowels and deep in her cunt merged together in an explosion of ecstasy. Her body jerked and twisted as more juices streamed down her legs. Her screams of pleasure were unmistakable. Jagan continued yelling obscenities.

Mani flipped the switch of the amplifier to the 'on' position. A tiny current of electricity shot through Aksha's cunt. She screamed. After a few seconds he shut it off and then turned it on again. Aksha felt the shock reverberate through her body. It was painful but somehow, in the middle of the second jolt, her pussy exploded with another powerful orgasm. The third jolt sent her spinning into another dimension.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh... oh god... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Mani pulled Aksha's limp body up from the desk and threw her into the chair. He took two alligator clips and attached them to her nipples, hooking the wire to the same dc power source with the microphone. He pressed the microphone against her clit and flipped the on switch. A blood curdling scream came out of her mouth as she twisted in the chair. Jagan was cursing and swearing up a storm.

"What's the matter, Jagan? You seem upset about something. You shouldn't be. Aksha has turned into quite a good assistant. In fact, I think I'll send you some pictures. You'll be really proud of her. We have to run now. We have work to do. Bye Jagan."

Mani figured they had at least forty-five minutes before Jagan arrived. Aksha was slumped over in the chair moaning. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him with glazed eyes.

"Let's show Jagan what a good little cock sucker you are. He'll be pleased to see how far I'm able to get mine down your throat. Then maybe I'll give you a reward."

Mani jammed his cock into her mouth and snapped a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out between her lips. He took some more with it buried in her throat. She struggled to pull away but Mani was too strong. He fucked her face hard and deep, occasionally snapping a photo with her phone. When he felt cum boiling in his balls, Mani pulled out of her mouth and yanked her head back by the hair. He aimed his cock at her face.

 

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Aksha was coughing and gasping for air when the first blast of thick cream erupted from the head of his cock and sprayed like a hose up her nose and across her forehead. Another blast landed in her hair and splashed down the side of her face. Spurt after spurt drenched her until it was running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. Mani continued to snap photos with Aksha's phone. He selected the best ones and typed a message before he hit send. It said, "Dear Jagan. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Working with Mani is so much fun. Love Aksha."

Mani ripped the rest of Aksha's clothes from her body and used duct tape to tie her to the chair. He told her he needed to go out for a few minutes. Aksha sat there with cum still dripping down her face. She wanted to be disgusted with everything he had done to her, but she would be lying to herself. The truth was difficult to accept. Aksha had never been so sexually aroused in her life. For some reason, the pain and the abuse only added to the pleasure. Aksha felt tears well up in her eyes as she understood what she was becoming. This new person hiding inside her body scared her. It also excited her.

As these thoughts drifted through her head, Aksha realized she had to pee in the worst way. The beers she had at the pub had filled her bladder, and the things Mani had done to her pussy and ass only added to the urge. Aksha wasn't sure how long she could hold it. Ten minutes later she was squirming in the chair and squeezing her thighs together to contain the pressure in her bladder. It was a losing battle. A small gush escaped and trickled down her ass.

Aksha shifted in the chair, hoping that would ease the urge. It didn't. More pee gushed from her pussy until she was sitting in a puddle. She shifted again, but it was a losing battle. The dam burst and she lost control of her bladder. Pee streamed out between her legs and poured over the edges of the chair, splattering onto the floor. The huge puddle of pee grew bigger and bigger until Aksha was finally able to squeeze it to a stop. Mani walked in the door just when she was finishing. He had a bag in his hand from the sex shop.

"What the fuck is this?" He screamed. "Did you pee all over my office?"

"I'm sorry," she replied meekly.

Aksha turned red with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to do it. She just couldn't hold it back. She knew Mani wasn't going to buy that or any other excuse. He was going to punish her. That though sent a chill of excitement through her body. What was she becoming?

Mani opened the bag and took out the items he had bought, laying them on the desk one at a time. There was a giant dildo, several vibrators, a butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs, a ball gag, a whip with tassels, and a vibrating ass plug. Aksha stared at the gadgets with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Aksha. I was hoping we could have a little fun before Jagan arrives, but now I have no choice but to punish you. I think I'll follow the old adage that the punishment should match the crime."

Mani pulled down his zipper and took out his cock. He pointed it at Aksha who was still bound to the chair and unable to move. A spray of golden pee shot out from the tip and drenched her tits. The warm liquid streamed down her stomach and over her pussy mixing with the puddle of pee in her chair. Mani moved the stream up to her face. Aksha closed her eyes. It splashed across her forehead and into her hair.

"Open your mouth, Aksha. Don't make me have to open it for you."

Tears mixed with pee streamed down her face. The tears were partly for the humiliation, but also for the feelings she wished she wasn't having. The throbbing in her pussy was undeniable. Deep in her subconscious she wanted to be humiliated and spanked and choked and fucked in the ass. She loved the way Mani dominated her. Aksha felt her lips part and her mouth open.

"Good girl."

A powerful spray of pee splashed off the roof of her mouth and gathered in her throat. She couldn't help but gulp down a little, although most of it poured over her lower lip and streamed down across her tits. Mani shoved his cock in her mouth and told her to wrap her lips around him. Her cheeks, filled with pee, puffed out like a chipmunk. Mani finally finished and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

Aksha took a few small gulps, but she gagged and coughed, spraying pee onto Mani's jeans.

"You little slut. You must enjoy getting punished."

Mani cut the duct tape from her wrists and yanked her out of the chair by her pee drenched hair. He dragged her across the room to the pull-up bar. He lowered it just enough so, when he looped the handcuffs over the bar and attached them to her hands with her arms stretched above her head, her toes were still touching the ground. He put the ball gag in her mouth and attached the nipple clamps, tightening them until she winced with pain.

"This is your lucky day, Aksha. I'm going to make you a movie star. I'll make sure to send Jagan the link to the internet site where it will be posted."

Mani mounted three cameras on tripods and positioned them at different angles. After taking a series of still photos, he switched them to video mode and put a leather mask over his head so he wouldn't be recognized. Standing behind Aksha, Mani cracked the knotted tassels of the whip across her ass cheeks. Her body jerked, but she couldn't scream because of the ball gag. Mani focused one of the cameras to get a close-up of her ass with red welts speckled across it. Another camera focused on her face and the tears running down her cheeks.

Aksha jerked each time she felt the whip crack across her ass cheeks. The nipple clamps dug painfully into the erect tips poking out from her breasts. With so much pain shooting through her body, why was her pussy throbbing and leaking pussy juice? It was like she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. It all seemed to blend together in some kind of sick erotic joke. The more he hurt her, the more pleasure she felt.

Mani put down the whip and spread her ass cheeks making sure the camera got a good look at her puckered sphincter. He inserted the butt plug and turned it to vibrate. Next, he focused one of the cameras on her pussy and zoomed in for close-up. Mani pulled a small lipstick sized vibrator from his bag of goodies and pressed it to her clit. Aksha's reaction was immediate. Her body bucked and jerked in a series of spasms. Juices squirted from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

"You really like that, don't you? How about if we put something bigger up your ass - something like this?"

Mani picked up a huge ten inch flesh colored dildo in the shape of a penis. Aksha's eyes got big when he held it in front of her face. She shook her head no, but to no avail. Mani pulled the butt plug out of her ass and pressed the oversized head of the rubber cock against her sphincter. Aksha jerked and let out a muffled scream when it split her open and punched into her asshole. He worked it deeper and deeper until the entire ten inches was buried deep in her bowels.

 

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Aksha thought her insides were going to be ripped apart by the huge object stuffed up her ass. Mani didn't give her any time to adjust before he began slamming it in and out of her tight orifice. She bit her lip so hard that blood trickled down her chin. Suddenly, she felt another sensation. Mani had touched the vibrator to her clit again.

The pain in her asshole merged with the pleasure shooting through her pussy. Aksha soared into a series of uncontrollable spasms as her body jerked and twisted with explosion after explosion. Juices streamed down her legs and splattered onto the floor. Her body finally went limp from exhaustion. Mani pulled the dildo out of her ass and lifted her head by the hair, looking into her glazed eyes.

"You've been a really good sport, Aksha, but I'm afraid we have to bring our fun to an end. Jagan will be here soon. I want to leave him a little gift. I'm sure he won't mind if I cum in your pussy. Hopefully, you're on birth control."

Aksha's eyes got big. She shook her head no. At Jagan's insistence, she had stopped taking birth control pills two months ago. He wanted to start a family right away and had heard that it would take several months after she got off the pill to get pregnant. Since they were to be married in a month, an early pregnancy could easily be explained. Mani knew all this because Jagan had told him.

Mani re-inserted the butt plug and put it on vibrate. He pulled the ball gag from her mouth. Aksha begged him not to do it, but Mani put his hand over her mouth and ordered her to be quiet. He rubbed the knob of his cock back and forth through the folds of her pussy, making sure the camera had a good view. Suddenly, with a single powerful thrust, he rammed it deep into her cunt. His cock slammed into her again and again causing her body to jerk. Mani moved both hands to her neck and squeezed.

Aksha felt his grip tighten. She struggled for air, but it was hopeless. She was beginning to slip into a state of unconsciousness, but something strange was also happening. A heightened sense of pleasure coursed through her body in a state of euphoria unlike anything she had ever felt. The explosion that ripped through her pussy was more intense than any she had ever felt. It went on and on until blackness finally consumed her.

Mani let go of her neck and thrust deep into her limp body. Hot cum surged up his length and exploded into her dripping pussy. Spurt after spurt filled her until it was leaking out from the sides and running down her legs. Mani pulled out and stepped away. The camera captured the gush of cum and cunt juice that poured from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

Aksha opened her eyes and stirred back to consciousness. Her body was exhausted. Her nipples hurt and her ass was sore, but her pussy still tingled with excitement. Aksha looked at Mani who was standing in front of her with a smirk on his face. Her body shuddered. What he had done to her had given her pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Give Jagan my regards," Mani said as he turned to leave. "I hope he enjoys the video. If you ever get the yearning for a real man, you know where to find me."

Aksha was still dangling naked from the pull-up bar when Jagan stormed through the door with two police officers. They quickly freed her and threw a blanket over her naked body. The three large TV screens scattered through the office were showing different angles of the video Mani had made. Jagan quickly disabled it.

"With the video, we have all the evidence we need for an arrest," one of the police officers said. "All we need from you is a statement that he forced you against your will."

Aksha closed her eyes and tried to think of a good response. Jagan could never give her what she now realized her body needed. She couldn't go back. She was a changed woman.

"I'm sorry officer," Aksha finally replied. "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me, but he never forced me to do anything I didn't deserve or want him to do to me."

Aksha stood, put her engagement ring on the desk, and walked out the door with the blanket still wrapped around her body. Master would find her. She was sure of it.

THE-END

 

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#Kriti Kharbanda

It was late on a Saturday night when my wife, Kriti, and I were just getting back from dinner. Walking behind her as we headed to the front door of our house, I could not help but admire her body. Kriti Kharbanda was 5'3" with a slender figure. The short, white dress she wore showed off her fit legs and hinted at her round ass. It also nicely firmed up her breasts, although I could not see them as we approached the front door.

We had been attempting to interject some romance back into our marriage. We had been high school sweethearts and married young just a couple of years ago. But the excitement had gone out of our marriage as of late. Despite Kriti's lovely figure, lately I have found it difficult to perform in bed. I had written it off as a product of the stress I had been under recently, but I was also worried that I wasn't fulfilling her needs.

Fearing we were stuck in a rut, we had decided to try something different: we would go out for a nice dinner, and then return to the house and Kriti would don a sexy outfit she had purchased online.

As we reached the front door, I unlocked it and we both went inside the pitch-black house. I had just closed the door and started to reach for a light when a large hand grabbed me and through me against the wall, a large body immediately pinning me in place. I heard a yelp from Kriti that was quickly muffled.

The lights came on and I found myself pinned to the wall by a large, muscular black man. An equally large black man held Kriti to his torso, his thick arm wrapped around both her arms and stomach while his hand was clamped over her mouth. A look of terror filled her eyes. I was about to yell in protest when a third figure stepped into my field of vision.

I instantly recognized the hulking figure that was Tyrone. I had developed a gambling habit in college, a result of being away from my strict parents for the first time ever, and he had been my bookie. Embarrassed, I tried to keep it under control as I got older and graduated, but in the last several months things had spiraled out of control and I owed him 20,00,0000. I had been avoiding Tyrone while I tried to raise the money and I was shocked that he knew where I lived.

"Thought you could hide from me?" he said mockingly.

"Look," I replied desperately as fear swept over my body. "I can get you the money, I just need more time."

"I know ya' gonna get my money," Tyrone replied menacingly, "because I'm gonna give you a taste of what happens when I don't get **censored**." Tyrone began to walk towards me cracking his knuckles as his companion used his much larger body to keep me pinned to the wall.

"Please don't hurt him!" Kriti, who had worked her mouth free of her assailant's hand, shouted. "We'll do whatever you want, take whatever you want, just don't hurt him!" she pleaded. Tyrone stopped as he appeared to consider Kriti's pleas.

"Anything?" Tyrone asked coolly as he walked up to her.

"Y-Yes," she replied timidly. "I don't know what this is about but please don't hurt him. I'm sure we can work something out." Kriti still had the look of fear in her eyes and she looked up into Tyrone's face. Her fair skin, accented by a few freckles on her cheeks, stood in stark contrast to the deep black skin of the man holding her in place.

"Your husband owes me 20 Lakhs," Tyrone growled. Confusion swept across her face and blushed in shame. "He likes to bet big, but he sucks at picking teams. I've been waiting three months for him to give me what he owes me. I figure if I break some legs he'll cough the money up real fast."

"Look," Kriti replied desperately, "I'm sure we can figure something out, please don't hurt him."

Tyrone wrapped his hand around her neck as he smiled. "I saw something in your bedroom earlier that I think will work, let's go talk terms." He nodded to the man holding me "Jack," and then turned to the man that had grabbed me, "Mike, why don't you help our boy get a seat."

It was then that it dawned on me what Tyrone might have in mind. "NO!" I shouted. I was rewarded with a slug to the stomach from Mike that knocked the wind out of me and sent me sprawling onto the floor. I heaved as I tried to regain my breath. I looked up in time to see Tyrone leading Kriti into our bedroom with his hand around the back of her neck. I tried to protest but I was still breathless from Mike's hit.

I was hauled to my feet by Mike and Jack who dragged me over to a chair. Mike produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and slapped them on my wrist which he had pulled behind the back of the chair. Jack went into the kitchen and emerged with the duct tape we kept in our junk drawer. I tried to plead with them to let me go, but they ignored me as they taped my ankles to the chair.

I was initially relieved a few minutes later when I saw Kriti emerging from the bedroom. Surely, he couldn't have done anything to her in that short amount of time? My relief disappeared when she stepped into the living room and I saw what she was wearing. Tyrone had found the outfit Kriti had bought and forced her to put it on.

She had on a pair of black high heels which contrasted with the white thigh-high stockings she was wearing. A short, plaid mini skirt left visible her creamy thighs and an inch or two of her ass. A white, almost see-through, blouse with the ends tied above her belly button left her midriff exposed while nicely displaying her cleavage. New, bright-red lipstick stood out against her pale face. To complete the look, Tyrone had even made Kriti put her hair into a ponytail.

Walking behind her, Tyrone ushered her into the living room to the catcalls and approval of Mike and Jack. Kriti kept her arms folded across her chest in an effort to hide her braless bosom. I could see the discomfort on her face. I was the only man she had been with and the skimpy outfit was a far cry from the modest clothing she usually wore. I was shocked speechless by what was happening. Is this real? How did I allow this to happen?

Tyrone slapped Kriti across her ass prompting her to yelp. "Tell your husband what the plan is," he growled to her. Kriti closed her eye and let out a whimper as a look of pain flashed across her face. Tyrone responded by harshly grabbing the back of her neck. "look at him and tell him or he loses his kneecaps," he barked.

Kriti opened her eyes and met my gaze eye to eye. "I'm your wife, but tonight my body belongs to them," she said meekly, her voice cracking.

"Your whole body?" Tyrone asked, tightening his grip on her neck.

"Yes," she answered, her face turning red in embarrassment, "my mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all yours." I could see her eyes start to water, on the verge of tears. Mike and Jack howled their approval as they began to strip out of their clothes.

I finally found my voice and shouted in anger, "let her go!"

Tyrone responded with another slap across Kriti's ass, "tell him the other part of our deal."

"If you yell or talk they're going to make me scream louder than you," she let out, defeated. My jaw dropped in shock that I was tied to a chair, about to watch my wife be violated. She must have seen the distress in my face and tried to reassure me. "Honey, please. Let's just get through this, it'll be alright," she pleaded.

That evoked a laugh from Tyrone who had also stripped out of all his clothes. Grabbing Kriti's arms, he pulled them away from her chest, revealing her fully erect nipples. Oh my god, I thought, is she aroused? It couldn't be! I told myself. She must be cold in that outfit. I tried to reassure myself.

Jack and Mike, who had both stripped out of their clothes, came along side Kriti and, along with Tyrone, the three began to grope her chest, ass, and thighs. This elicited soft squeaks from a visibly apprehensive Kriti. Mike's hand slid up Kriti's leg, pushing up the skirt and revealing her bare vulva. She let out a soft moan as he began to rub her pussy while both Tyrone and Jack squeezed her breasts over her blouse.

Despite my shock, I could feel my heart pounding as I watched these men manhandle my wife. Having been distracted, I only now noticed that all three men had massive erections. Each one was much larger than my dick in both length and girth. They're going to ruin her, was all I could think.

"Alright," Tyrone interrupted, "Get on your knees."

Kriti slowly lowered herself onto the floor as she looked up at Tyrone, her eyes wide with trepidation. Tyrone grabbed the back of Kriti's head and brought it to his crotch.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded as he proceeded to slap Kriti's face with his massive cock.

"I-I want to suck your cock," Kriti answered gingerly. Mike and Jack snickered and grinned.

"Then get to it," Tyrone barked. Kriti opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth gently. Unimpressed, Tyrone grabbed her ponytail and pushed his cock further into her mouth, causing her to gag. Kriti tried to push back by bracing her hands against Tyrone's thighs, but Mike and Jack each grabbed a hand and brought it over to their respective cocks.

"Better keep us entertained," Mike told her menacingly, "or we'll find a way to entertain ourselves." Kriti began stroking the two cocks that had been placed in her hands while Tyrone moved her head up and down his shaft using her ponytail. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as his dick went further and further down her throat.

I was shocked that Kriti could take his rod so far down her throat. The few times I had managed to convince her to give me a blowjob, she had done little more than run the tip of my penis across her lips before turning the experience into a handjob. I was also embarrassed by the fact I found myself aroused. My dick hardened as I watched Kriti, in a schoolgirl outfit, on her knees having a massive cock rammed down her throat. Kriti reached her limit on how much cock she took as she yanked her head back, gagging and coughing.

"Lick my balls," Tyrone ordered as he pulled Kriti's ponytail back, forcing her to look up at him. Kriti lowered her face, bringing her tongue into contact with his testicles. She gently caressed and kissed Tyrone's balls as he continued to stroke his shaft. As his strokes quickened, he pushed Kriti's head forward, forcing part of his nutsack into her mouth which she began to suck on.

"Listen up, bitch," Tyrone commanded. Kriti opened her eyes to look up at Tyrone's face. "I'm gonna bust a nut in your mouth, and you're gonna make sure every drop of cum stays in your mouth. But don't swallow a drop 'till I say so, understand?" Kriti, without removing the balls from her mouth, nodded her understanding. "Now finish the job," Tyrone ordered.

Kriti let the testicles slide out of her mouth as she repositioned her face in front of Tyrone's monster cock and took the head into her mouth. She obediently began to move her head back and forth as she took more of the cock into her mouth. She released Mike's cock, wrapped her hand around Tyrone's shaft and began to stroke. Tyrone grabbed her other hand and brought it to his balls, which Kriti began to rub.

Kriti's hard work was rewarded moments later when Tyrone grabbed her hair, holding her head in place, and back his cock out of her mouth until just the tip protruded past her lips. He then let out a loud moan and he released his semen into her mouth. I could see Kriti wince and close her eyes as the first blast landed inside her mouth. After several moments, Tyrone finally finished moaning and Kriti slowly slid his cock out her mouth, making sure she sucked every bit of his seed into her mouth.

I felt even worse knowing that Kriti did not like the taste of cum. She had let me cum in her mouth once, and immediately spit it out, telling me she wouldn't do it again. Yet, I was also very aroused from watching her face fucking. My penis was now fully erect, and I found myself with the burning desire for relief.

"Now, show the hubby what you did," Tyrone told her. Kriti locked eyes with me and opened her mouth to reveal a load of semen so large that it threatened to spill out of the corners of her mouth. I was shocked that one man could produce so much cum. "Play with it!" Kriti stuck out her tongue, coated in Tyrone's jizz, and swirled it around for several seconds before it disappeared back beneath the surface of the cum in her mouth.

Tyrone had an ear to ear smile now. "Now, swallow it," he ordered. Kriti closed her eyes and, in one gulping motion, swallowed the entire load. A tart look came across her face as the liquid drained down her throat. Opening her mouth and eyes, Kriti stuck out her tongue to show Tyrone that she had done as told. Kriti glanced over at me and I knew she could see the raging erection under my slacks.

"Did you like that?" Tyrone asked. Kriti nodded her head, but Tyrone, unsatisfied with a nonverbal response, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was again looking up at him. "Say it!"

"I liked your cum," she said obediently.

"Liked?"

"Loved. I loved your black cum."

"You want some more?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Better ask my boys then," Tyrone pointed at Mike and Jack.

Kriti turned to face the two, "please, I want you to fuck me with your big black dicks and give me your cum." The words coming from my lovely wife stung my ears. Even worse, I couldn't tell if Kriti was saying this out of fear or desire, and I tried to convince myself she was trying not to upset her assailants.

"Anything you want," Jack replied mockingly with a smile on his face. He and Mike grabbed Kriti's arms and lifted her unsteadily onto her feet. Mike undid the knot to her blouse and pulled it off of her. This gave everyone a nice view of her perfect tits and rock-hard nipples. Mike spun her around and shoved her onto a couch. A hard smack on her ass sent her scrambling onto her hands and knees as Mike positioned himself behind her.

Mike began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Kriti responded by letting out a long moan. Her moan grew louder as Mike began to force his cock into her waiting pussy. "Damn, she's wet," he exclaimed as his massive rod slid inside of her.

 

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"Oh, shit! It's huge!" She exclaimed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as Mike gripped her thighs and began to slide in and out of her. Her groans matching the thrust of his cock. Jack stepped next to the couch, cock in hand, and grabbed Kriti's ponytail to turn her head towards him.

"Yeah, you want this?" He laughed.

"Oh, god," Kriti could barely concentrate with Mike's ramming his huge cock into her. "Yes," she finally managed, "put your cock in my mouth." Kriti stuck out her tongue as Jack slid his dick into her mouth.

The fucking Kriti was receiving from the two men sent her tits swinging back and forth, as her moans were stifled by Mike's cock filling her mouth. The scene was too much for me and I could not remember ever being so aroused before. I strained against the handcuffs, wanting desperately to relieve the tension in my loins. Tyrone had taken the opportunity to retrieve his cellphone from his clothes and began to take pictures of Kriti's fucking.

"It's my time, slut." Jack withdrew his cock from Kriti's mouth and laid on the floor. Mike pulled out of her pussy and sent her crawling over to Jack with a loud smack on her ass. Kriti hauled herself onto Jack and slowly slid onto his erect cock with a loud moan. Placing her hands on Jack's broad chest, Jack began thrusting up into Kriti eliciting sounds of pleasure from her mouth. Mike lowered himself behind Kriti and began to rub his cock, still glistening with her own juices, on her asshole.

"Oh, god. I've never done that," Kriti said, panicked.

"There's a first time for everything, honey. Now, beg for it," Mike replied with another slap to her ass. I could see Kriti close her eyes as she leaned forward onto Jack's torso.

"Please, sir. Put your big dick into my ass."

Mike pulled apart Kriti's cheeks and began to force his cock into her ass. "Oh my god...oh god it's so big," Kriti yelped. Mike and Jack began to rhythmically slide their cocks in and out of Kriti's tiny body. I could tell Kriti's body was responding to the double penetration she was receiving. I recognized the signs from when she sometimes used her vibrator on herself after we had sex. Her tits were fully erect, her eyes closed, and her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her moans grew louder and louder as Jack took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Tyrone stepped over to the three-way, grabbed Kriti's hair and turned her face towards me. "Tell hubby what's about to happen," he said slyly.

"Oh, god! I'm going to cum!" she exclaimed. Tyrone laughed as he released her hair. Kriti let out a scream like I had never heard from her as her orgasm shook her body.

"Let's give this bitch a makeover," Mike laughed as he pulled his cock out of her ass. He then lifted her off of Jack's dick and onto her knees. Kriti's chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. The two men stood to the left and the right of her as they stroked their cocks.

"You want this cum?" Jack asked.

"God, yes" Kriti replied as she brought her breathing under control. "Give me your cum."

Jack grabbed her hair and turned her face towards him before sending a massive stream of cum onto her cheeks, mouth, and chin. As more ropes of semen covered her face, some dripped down onto her tits. Kriti had never let me give her a facial and I was surprised she was able to sit still and take such a huge load.

It was Mike's turn now as his orgasm sent streams of cum covering the other side of Kriti's face. More cum rolled down over her lips and onto her chest. Kriti was able to wipe the cum out of her eyes to see before Tyrone ordered her to leave her face alone. Oh god, please let this be the end. I silently prayed.

Tyrone grabbed Kriti by the arm, lifted her up, and walked her over to me.

"I think your husband liked that a little too much," He told her. "Pull his cock out and let's find out."

Kriti obeyed, undoing my pants and sliding them down my thighs. I was in shock by what was happening and stunned to be mere inches from Kriti's beautiful face and tits, both of which were covered in cum. Only after she was done did I realize that everyone could now see the raging hard-on Kriti's fucking had given me. My face turned red in embarrassment.

Kriti stood in front of me on her high heels staring down at me. Tyrone was right behind her with an ear to ear smile. What's he doing? I thought, still trying to fight the intense desire from my dick.

"Why don't you climb on top so we can give him a close up," Tyrone said, his smile growing even wider. Kriti pushed my knees together and then climbed onto my lap, her legs fitting snugly between my legs and the arm rest. Her tits, glistening with cum droppings, hung right at my eye level.

"Now, give him a little kiss to thank him for making this all possible," Tyrone told her as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it towards mine. Kriti's lips enthusiastically met mine and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I tried not to think about where her mouth had just been, or the fact I could taste the semen on her lips. Cum from her face transferred onto mine as she gave me the most passionate kiss we had shared.

Tyrone stepped behind her, cock in hand, and slide into her pussy. I could tell because her eye went wide and a loud "Oh, god!" as her head shot up. I was hornier than ever as I watched waves of pleasure wash over Kriti's face.

"He's been so good, why don't you help him out," Tyrone suggested as he slowly slid in and out of my wife. Kriti, still concentrating on Tyrone's massive cock inside her, reached down and began to stroke my dick. Waves of relief and pleasure washed over me as her hand went up and down my member.

"Of course," Tyrone interrupted, "you're doing him a solid by taking this fucking, maybe he ought to help you out and clean up those tits." The words shocked me with disgust.

"What? no!" I protested. I immediately regretted my answer as Tyrone reached down and pulled Kriti's hand from my cock. Frustration swept over my body as it was denied relief. I tried to thrust my hips up, as if touching Kriti with my cock might provide some form of respite.

"You can sit and watch if you're not going to help," Tyrone said mockingly. I was about to protest again when I was cut off by Kriti.

"Come on baby, it'll go easier if you don't fight it. Just think of it as sucking on my breasts."

I was shocked at Kriti's pleas to go along with this plan. My mouth dropped open as I looked up to her cum covered face. Kriti took that opportunity to grab my chin and place her right breast into my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue shot out to caress her nipple. While it found its mark, I was also greeted with the taste of another man's cum.

"That's it," Kriti coached me, "suck it all off." I knew I should be disgusted by what I was doing, but my will was overridden by my burning desire to orgasm. Kriti slowly pulled her tit out of my mouth as I sucked it dry. She then placed her left breast into my mouth, and we repeated the process.

"Don't forget all the jizz on top," Tyrone said, referencing the cum drippings higher on her breast. Compelled by the possibility that Kriti would get to finish jerking me off, I leaned forward and sent my tongue lapping across Kriti's chest while the three men laughed with approval. The taste, and knowing what I was licking, disgusted me; but I knew I had no choice. Tyrone's pace had quickened as he watched me clean the cum from Kriti's breast. Kriti now had to brace herself from Tyrone's quick thrusts by placing both hands on the armrest of the chair.

"I think he's going to have to finish the job himself," Tyrone called out to Jack and Mike. Mike responded by retrieving a handcuff key from his pants and stepping behind my chair. He undid the cuff on my right wrist and then reattached the cuff to the back of my chair, freeing my right hand but leaving me bound to the chair by my feet and left hand.

At this point, I was too horny to think straight. Having watched my wife get her brains fucked out while sporting a schoolgirl outfit combined with the fact that Tyrone's thrusts were sending her tits swaying right before my eyes as she cried out in pleasure left me with only one option. I immediately grasped my dick with my hand and began stroking. Kriti seemed to be preoccupied with her own pleasures to even notice I was right below her jerking off.

I did not last long. My pent-up desire exploded onto Kriti's thigh as I finally let out my own moans. Initially, neither Tyrone nor Kriti appeared to notice. But as I looked up from the mess I made on Kriti's leg, I could see Tyrone whispering into her ear.

"Looks like you're in need of another cleaning, sweetie," Tyrone mused as he continued his long, slow strokes into Kriti's womanhood. Kriti reached down with a finger and scooped up a dollop of cum off her leg and presented to me in front of my mouth.

"What?!" I protested. "That's gross, I'm not doing that." For an instant, Tyrone looked like he might answer but he was, again, cut off my Kriti.

"Please," she responded. "He'll hurt me if you don't." The words were pleas for help, but the tone in her voice conveyed something else. I looked up into her face and I swore I could see a smile hiding behind her cum drenched cheeks. No, you're imagining things, I told myself.

I meekly started to open my mouth. Kriti wasted no time and immediately thrust her cum carrying finger into my mouth. I closed my eyes and mouth as Kriti slide her finger out past my lips, leaving the vile liquid behind. I swallowed immediately, not wanting to taste my jizz any longer than necessary. I opened my eyes to find Kriti scooping more off her thigh with her finger. I cursed myself. Having gone weeks without having sex, combined with my arousal from Kriti's fucking, had caused me to blow a tremendous load onto Kriti.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as I resigned myself to what was about to happen. Kriti fed me finger full after finger full of my own cum which I hurriedly swallowed as fast as I could before the taste could make me gag. I tried to tell myself that it was not that bad: it was my own semen this time, not someone else's. As the loads kept coming, I began to wonder how much cum I had actually shot onto Kriti's leg.

I opened my eyes to see how much more I would have to endure. I discovered that the load I shot on her leg was gone. I looked up to see Kriti running her finger across her jaw, scooping up the jizz Mike had shot there. I realized that, although her face had the dried remnant of the two loads Kriti had taken, the cum was otherwise gone from her face. Before I could process what had happened, Kriti thrust her last finger load into my mouth. I scowled at her as I realized she had just fed me all of Mike and Jack's semen that remained on her face, in addition to my own load.

Tyrone, Mike, and Jack all began to laugh. It was then that I realized Mike had been standing next to us recording my feeding with his phone camera. I turned bright red in embarrassment. I looked back up at Kriti to see her reaction, but her eyes were closed as her body appeared to be responding to Tyrone's fucking. How much longer can he last? I thought.

Tyrone's pace and force had picked up and the chair was now shaking from his power thrusts. Kriti's nipples were erect as her chest heaved in my face. Her shallow breathing was punctuated by short moans.

"Yeah, baby. You ready to cum with me?" Tyrone asked as he gripped Kriti's skirt with both hands to give him more leverage.

"Oh, yes! Please, make me cum!" Kriti responded.

"No!" I shouted, as I realized Tyrone had no intention of giving her a facial. "Not inside of her!" I pleaded. Kriti had stopped taking birth control as we had been planning to start a family. Again, Kriti answered for Tyrone.

"It's okay, sweetie," she reassured me as her right hand briefly caressed the side of my face. "We'll just tell everyone we adopted." Her words shocked me as she returned her hand to the armrest. Before I could respond, Kriti was overcome with another orgasm. I watched helplessly as her body shook and she let out a loud "OH GOD! YES!"

Tyrone, clearly turned on by Kriti's submission to his seed and her orgasm, followed suit. Slamming his cock all the way inside Kriti he let out a roar of pleasure as he pumped Kriti full of cum. He pulled on her skirt so hard the clasp gave way and he ripped the last bit of modesty off her body. Kriti let out a sharp moan as a shudder rolled over her body.

"Oh my god," she cried. Tyrone slowly withdrew his cock from inside Kriti, leaving her to slide off of me and onto the floor. She sat, naked except for her stockings and heels, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Jack walked up behind Kriti, still naked himself, but holding the belt he had removed from his pants. He roped the belt around Kriti's neck, put the tip through the buckle, and slid the buckle all the way down to her neck, forming an impromptu leash collar. Initially, Kriti appeared uncertain how to respond. However, Jack began to pull on the leash, while keeping it low to the ground, forcing Kriti to turn and crawl on her hands and knees in the direction she was led. Jack walked her over to a couch where he sat down. He then pulled the leash, and Kriti's face to his crotch.

Jack grabbed her back from the back of Kriti's head and shoved her lips onto his ballsack. Kriti, without further command, immediately began kissing, licking and sucking on Jack's scrotum. Her slurping and smacking sounds filled the room before being drowned out by obscene comments from Tyrone and Mike. Tyrone stepped forward to snap a few pictures of Kriti, on her hands and knees, inhaling Jack's balls.

 

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Jack pulled Kriti back to allow him to point the tip of his cock directly at her face. Obediently, Kriti opened her mouth and began to take his penis into her mouth. Mike, also holding his belt, stepped behind Kriti.

"Alright, girl," his voice rising above the sound of Kriti's blowjob. "I want to see that entire cock down your throat! Balls deep, or else." Mike, emphasizing his point, whipped Kriti's exposed ass with his belt, eliciting a muffled scream from Kriti. Kriti responded by forcing more of Jack's dick into her mouth. Unsatisfied, Mike whipped Kriti's other cheek. Kriti grabbed jacks thighs and pulled herself forward, bringing her lips to the bottom of Jack's shaft and swallowing all of Mike's member.

I was shocked she had managed to swallow all of the cock. Based upon the size, I knew a significant portion of his penis had to be well inside her throat. Drool and spittle pooled on Jack's balls while a tear rolled down Kriti's cheek. Finally, Kriti could not hold it any longer and pulled her head back. I marveled as more and more of Jack's cock streamed out of her mouth. Kriti coughed and gaged, gasping for air.

"My turn to tear that ass up, girl," Jack chided as he lifted Kriti onto her feet and spun her around so her ass faced him. Without command, Kriti placed both her legs outside of Jacks and spread her ass cheeks. Jack grabbed her waist and guided her onto his glistening cock. I watched her grit her teeth and wince as she lowered her body and Jack's dick invaded her asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned as she brought her rear end to rest on Jack's lap, his cock buried deep inside her. She took several deep breaths, trying to manage the pain. Mike, standing face to face with Kriti, gave her a playful smack on her breast with his belt.

"Bounce for him," he commanded. Kriti placed her hands on Jack's legs and began to work her ass up and down Jack's cock. I could feel myself becoming aroused again, despite the pained look on Kriti's face. I marveled as Jack's member slid out of her ass and back in over and over.

Mike gave Kriti's chest another smack with his belt, causing her to open her eyes and look up into his face. Tyrone, camera in hand, moved in to get a better video.

"Are you still looking to adopt some kids?" Mike grinned.

"Oh, god yes. Fuck me, please. I want that big black dick in me!" Kriti pleaded. I tried to tell myself she was only trying to tell Mike what he wanted to keep from being abused further.

Dropping his belt, Mike grabbed Kriti's arms and planted her fully on Jacks dick. He then leaned her back onto Jack's chest, exposing her pussy to him. Mike fed his cock into Kriti's waiting slit as she rolled her eyes back and moaned. Jack slowed the pace of working his cock in and out of Kriti's ass while Mike began to rapidly pump his cock in and out of her pussy. Kriti let out a loud moan as the two cocks went in and out of her like pistons.

I could now feel myself fully erect again. Kriti was also clearly turned on as her moans became quicker and her tits became erect again. I watched as she dug her nails into Mike's arm and wrapped her legs around his waist. Mike was unrelenting in his speed and force as he continued to slam his cock into her womanhood. As another orgasm began to overtake Kriti, Jack grabbed the belt still around her neck and cinched it down. A combination of screams and gasped filled the room as Kriti was overcome with pleasure and a second orgasm shook her body. Mike followed suit, squeezing Kriti's tits and moaning as he released his seed deep inside her.

Mike slowly withdrew his cock from Kriti, as her body still shook. Jack wrapped his arms around Kriti and stood up, lifting Kriti with him. He then lowered her onto her hands and knees, with his cock still deep in her ass. He used his left hand to shove Kriti's face onto the ground while his right hand held the belt tight around her neck.

Jack's hips exploded with a series of rapid thrusts, eliciting screams from Kriti. Jack grunted as the sound of his body slapping against Kriti's ass competed to be heard over Kriti's yells. Finally, he slammed his cock balls deep into her ass before announcing his own orgasm with a shout.

"Oh yeah," he muttered as he pulled his cock out of Kriti, leaving her to collapse into a heap on the floor. The three black men began to dress themselves. For a moment, I panicked wondering if Kriti was okay. However, she slowly rolled herself into a seating position. Reaching up, she removed the belt from her neck and undid the tie holding her ponytail together. Her hair, matted with her sweat and the sweat from the three men that had been manhandling her, fell to her shoulders as she took several deep breaths.

Slowly, she turned and used the couch to haul herself into a standing position. I could see the red marks on her ass from where she had been whipped by Mike. She turned to face Tyrone and placed her hands on her hips, and she brought her breathing under control. Seeing her naked body on display, nipples hard, hair and face completely disheveled, wearing nothing but stockings and heels; I had never been so turned on before.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the three men finished dressing. Not sure what to say, I lashed out at Tyrone. "You got what you wanted, now we're even. Get out of my house!"

Tyrone responded with a laugh. "You think that is gonna cover 20 grand?" Tyrone looked back at Mike and Jack as if estimating the value of a car. "I'll tell ya what. We'll give you a 3 Lakhs credit for each of us. The way I see it, you still owe us 17 large." My draw dropped open in shock.

"W-what?" I stuttered. "That's not fair!"

"Look, we'll get you the money," Kriti interrupted. "Just give us some time and we can get it together." I could tell Kriti clearly wanted them out of the house, probably afraid any delay might result in her being gangbanged for a third time.

"Oh, no no no," Tyrone sneared. "Your husband has been ducking us for months. We're not going to play anymore games. We're going to make sure you earn that money."

"How?" I could see concern creeping over Kriti's face.

"Every Saturday night, both of you are going to come down to our club, and work until we get that money back."

"The strip club?!" Kriti asked in shock. Every bigshot in town had heard of the club, it had such a seedy reputation that it had become a running joke around town. "I can't do that, I teach at school, I'll lose my job if someone finds out," she protested.

"Would you prefer we sell tonight's videos online?" Tyrone teased, waiving his phone in the air. Both Kriti and I turned bright red in the face and shook our heads "no." Tyrone closed the distance between him and Kriti. "Besides," he continued "a pretty girl like you will make the money in no time. You see," Tyrone reached around and grabbed Kriti's ass, "you'll also be providing some special services for our clients who pay extra for it," Tyrone explained. He gave her ass a squeeze to emphasize the words "special services," and I swore I saw a grin flash across her face before it slowly faded away. "Be there by nine," he finished.

"Why me?" I asked confused on how I fit into his plan.

"We got plenty of bathrooms that need scrubbing," Tyrone answered, before looking back at Kriti. "And the VIP rooms are always in need of a good cleaning," he said with a wink.

Mike set the handcuff key on the coffee table as he headed to leave. Kriti's eye's followed Tyrone, Mike, and Jack as they left out the front door. As the door closed, Kriti wandered back and laid herself across the couch, with one leg propped up.

"Kriti?" I tried to call her. If she heard me, she made

no effort to acknowledge me. Before I could call to her again, she slid her right hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. She closed her eyes and began massaging her breast with her left hand. Soft moans began to escape her lips as she pleasured herself, completely ignoring me. I knew I should have used my free right hand to rip the duct tape off my legs and free myself. However, watching Mike and Jack double penetrate my wife had restored my erection. With Kriti playing with herself right in front of me, there was only one thing I could do.

I grabbed my dick and began furiously stroking my cock, desperate to relieve my lust. And that is how our romantic Saturday night ended: both of us masturbating in front of each other. I beat my dick harder and harder as she squeezed her nipples. As was common in our sex life, I finished first—sending drops of cum splashing onto my pants and the floor. I was then left to try and recover my senses until Kriti brought herself to orgasm. Her screams of joys filled the room before she brought her hands to a rest.

After several moments, Kriti was able to stand up. Without saying anything to me, she retrieved the handcuff key from the table and tossed it to me before walking into our bedroom to take a shower.

Starting next Saturday, and every Saturday for the next three months, Kriti and I went to the club. Kriti would spend the night dancing and grinding up against men. I was made to do the general janitorial work, except when Tyrone would pull me into the office to watch the security monitors when someone **censored** to take Kriti into the VIP room or Tyrone's private back room. If I was lucking, I only had to watch some random man grope and slobber on Kriti. If I was really lucky, one of Tyrone's friends fucked her brains out.

The-end

 

[hotaks]

Manjima Mohan

Manjima stopped what she was doing, a strange noise from the room next door pulling her out of the deeply erotic fantasy she had been immersed in. She had no idea what the noise was but it had effectively ruined her chances of cumming anytime soon. Feeling disgruntled, she sat there listening carefully to what should have been an empty bedroom.

It sounded like someone was having trouble breathing.

She frowned. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the house at the moment, that was the whole reason for her choosing now to masturbate. Manjima was having a tough time getting an orgasm from her husband, Sarath, who used to cum so quickly. She had to resort to masturbation to satisfy her urge, but with so many people in the family it was rare that the house didn't have at least one person milling around and usually many more, and pleasuring herself could only be done when she was in bed late at night and then only furtively and silently as if she felt some guilt at what she was doing, in case anyone heard her.

But today had been a godsend, with the men going off to work and her mother-in-law and sister-in-law leaving the house early for a full day of shopping . Manjima wasn't interested in joining the women, she was already thinking about masturbating and knew she was finally going to have a chance to let go and make as much noise as she wanted without fear of being caught.

So the house should be empty apart from her - but she could definitely hear someone moving around next door. Instantly, her blood turned to ice as she imagined someone was spying on her .

Manjima debated for a moment whether to stay where she was and hope that whoever was next door would leave without doing anything to her. But the truth was that she had been quite vocal and if she could hear their heavy breathing then whoever it was would definitely have heard her, so there was no sense in making herself a sitting target. Leaving the bed, she retrieved the lamp shade from her bedside table, then crept stealthily across the room, opening her bedroom door slowly so as not to make a noise.

Manjima tiptoed along the corridor to the room next door to hers, then pushed open the door, ready to hit with vase on whoever was inside. As she burst into the room she stared in surprise at the inhabitant - Raja rao, her father-in-law.

He looked shocked to see her too; his face turned pale and he clutched at his chest.

'Are you all right, Uncle?' she asked, a little worried at how ashen he was. Perhaps the noise he'd been making was because he was having a heart attack or something.

Raja rao nodded, the colour now returning to his cheeks. A bit too much colour.

'What are you doing here? I thought you were at work,' Manjima said.

Raja rao was clearly embarrassed. There was definitely a hint of red spreading up from his neck and across his face. He seemed unable to speak, merely looking shifty.

She looked towards the wall next to where he was standing. It was the one that adjoined her bedroom. A sudden unsettling thought slid into her mind and she moved closer, now inspecting the wall; she was sure he hadn't just been listening to her. Sure enough, a few seconds later, as Raja rao's expression turned ever more guilty, Manjima discovered a small hole, just big enough for Raja rao to spy on her.

She frowned, wondering why she had never spotted it before, but then again she hadn't been looking for it. It would never have occurred to her that any of the family would have been spying on her. Plus, she had no idea how long the hole had been there for - it was quite possible it had been there for years. But Raja rao's presence in this bedroom when he should have been at work was definitely not a coincidence.

He had been watching her play with herself and would have got a pretty good view of what she was doing too. But why he was here was a mystery. There was no way he could have known in advance what she was going to do, Manjima hadn't known herself until her mother-in-law had mentioned going shopping at breakfast, and Raja rao had already left for work by then.

That meant this probably wasn't the first time he had spied on her, but it was the first time she had been able to play so openly and that would no doubt account for her being able to hear him in return - getting aroused, presumably. She wondered whether he had been playing with himself while he had been watching her. That would certainly explain the strange noises he had made.

'Manjima, I really am very sorry about this,' Raja rao said, sounding mortified. 'I know you must be extremely angry and disappointed with me, and it's completely understandable. I wish I could adequately explain myself, but I'm afraid I can't.' He looked down at his feet clearly not knowing what else to say.

'Were you watching me?' Manjima asked.

For a moment she thought Raja rao was going to ignore the question but then he looked at her and nodded, the colour back in his cheeks.

'Is this the first time you've done it?'

Raja rao shook his head. 'I'm sorry to admit that I have, on occasion, stopped in here on the way to or from the bathroom to watch you getting dressed or undressed. You're a beautiful young woman, Manjima, very alluring, and I'm afraid I'm a weak man, unable to stop myself from watching you.'

Manjima frowned. 'How did you know to be here? I didn't even know what I was going to do until a few minutes before I did it, so I don't understand how you knew.'

'I didn't,' Raja rao said. 'I came home to get some paperwork I'd forgotten to take with me this morning and I heard you. I have to say you're extremely vocal in your passion. Obviously, I realised what you were doing and couldn't resist coming to take a look.'

Manjima was the one to blush this time. She knew she hadn't held back but she hadn't realised she was loud enough that she could be heard downstairs.

'You know it was wrong to spy on your son's wife,' she said trying to sound stern.

Raja rao looked abashed. 'I know, and as I said I'm very sorry. I promise I'll fill the hole in so I can't invade your privacy any longer. You won't have anything to worry about from me in the future.'

 

[hotaks]

'Did you put the hole there?' Manjima asked, wondering again how long it had been there for. Had Raja rao put it there specifically to watch her?

Raja rao shrugged. 'No, it's been there for years. I think the kids might have done it by accident when they were younger and never said anything because they didn't want to get into trouble - you know what they're . . . were . . . like,'

'I don't think mother-in-law would be very happy if she knew, would she?' Manjima suggested.

Raja rao stared at her in dismay. 'You're not going to tell her are you, Manjima? I know what I did was wrong and I apologise profusely, but telling Molly would be—'

'I think you owe me,' Manjima said, cutting him off.

She had moved closer to Raja rao, still wondering whether he had been wanking while watching her. If so, had he cum? That would be sod's law, that he would get satisfaction while she ended up frustrated.

'Owe you?' Raja rao looked confused at her comment.

'You owe me an orgasm,' Manjima explained. 'I didn't manage to cum because I heard you in here and it put me off, so you owe me.' She saw Raja rao open his mouth as if to speak and added, 'You make me cum and I promise I won't say anything to mother in law about any of it.'

'You want me . . . to . . . .' Raja rao sounded astonished.

'Make me cum. Yes. I think you owe me that much. Call it a debt to be repaid,' Manjima said.

'But I can't. There isn't a time that I could—' Raja rao began.

Manjima smiled at him and moved another step closer. She was standing right in front of him.

'There's no time like the present. We're here all alone so there's no chance of you getting caught again. And the sooner you do it, the sooner you can stop feeling guilty about it.'

'How do you expect me to do it?' Raja rao asked.

Manjima shrugged. 'I don't mind what you do - you can do anything you want to me, just as long as you make me cum.'

She could see Raja rao staring at her naked body. Manjima had completely forgotten until now that she wasn't wearing any clothes, the need to sort out the intruder negating the time for her to redress herself first. No wonder Raja rao was blushing so much and looking so uncomfortable the closer she got to him.

'I'm not asking for much, and I can guarantee that no one else will ever know about it,' she said softly.

'you are my daughter-in-law and I look like you as my daughter, Manjima.'

'That didn't stop you looking though, did it?' Manjima said coolly. 'I'm not looking to end your marriage, I just want you to repay me for what you did.'

'Perhaps another time,' Raja rao suggested weakly.

Manjima shook her head. 'You know as well as I do that the house is rarely empty. We could be waiting months for another opportunity, and I don't think I should have to wait. If you hadn't been making so much noise with your wanking I would never have heard you and we'd both have cum by now.'

'I wasn't wanking,' Raja rao insisted. Manjima stared at him in disbelief. 'I wasn't. I was trying hard not to.'

She shrugged dismissively. 'It doesn't make any difference, to be honest. The important thing here is that I didn't cum and I should have done. So you need to help me. I don't know why you're complaining about it. You're not going to get caught and you know you'll enjoy it . . . as will I,' she said grinning wickedly.

Manjima knew that what she had just admitted was true. While Raja rao might have been surprised at her request, he had no idea that he was the one she had been fantasising about earlier.

Despite the fact he was a lot older than her there was something about him that always made Manjima feel extremely horny whenever she saw him. It was actually quite difficult sometimes, when the whole family were around, having to try to hide her stiff nipples and ignore the sudden dampness in her knickers.

But although she had lusted after Raja rao , Manjima had never imagined that he might have been feeling the same way about her in return. Now she knew it seemed stupid not to take advantage of the situation and live out at least one of her fantasies. Even if Raja rao only fingered her she would at least get to experience what it was like to be with him and she could stop feeling jealous of Molly, for a short while at least.

'I can start if you need to build up to it,' she said quietly, her fingers pinching her stiff nipples, knowing Raja rao was still looking at them.

She closed her eyes, a small gasp escaping her lips as she savoured the short sharp burst of pain.

'Touch me . . . please,' she begged.

Making a decision, Raja rao took her arm as his other hand caught her waist, pulling her towards the bed. Manjima's heart began to beat faster, an excited tingle running through her whole body at the idea that Raja rao was actually going to do as she had asked. She still had no idea exactly what he was going to do to make her cum but she was more excited at the prospect of him touching her than she had ever been before.

She sat down on the bed, laying back as Raja rao's hands brushed her thighs, seemingly caressing them before pulling her legs apart.

'You said I could do anything?' Raja rao's voice was huskier now as he gazed at her bare sex.

'Yes, whatever you want.' Manjima knew she sounded desperate, but that was how she felt. She was enjoying Raja rao stroking her thighs, teasing her as he moved in on her vulva but never quite touching it, and she wanted more, so much more.