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I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my throat. I knew my gut feeling was correct.

"Okay tell me," his eyes were suddenly burning with anger, "since when it's been going on?"

"What... I don't understand... what you mean." I wasn't yet ready to accept my infidelity.

"Do you think I'm an asshole?" he roared, "I saw it last night... abbu was pinching your ass in the kitchen."

I thought I would faint.

"And you were laughing." He finished. His eyes never stopped looking at me.

I cursed father-in-law for his stupidity. Yesterday, while I was cooking dinner, he sneaked into the kitchen. Varun and the kids were in my room at the time. Finding me alone, he put his hands over my ass and squeezed my cheeks. I had immediately removed his hands and warned him. But, I didn't know that it was also seen by Varun.

"What was happening today?" He asked again. "He was fucking you... am I right?"

Tears welled in my eyes. I knew that it was useless to pretend anymore.

I told him everything, from the very beginning. How his father threatened me and forced me to sleep with him.

Varun listened silently; I could see his anger growing in his eyes. Finally, he rose from the bed. His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. He walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked anxiously.

He didn't reply and went out of the room. I hurriedly went to the door and watched him going toward his father's room. I didn't have the courage to follow him, so I shut the door and sat behind it praying silently, tears streaming down my face.

For the next half hour, I heard the shouts and sharp voices emanating from father-in-law's room. I could hear Varun shouting at his father, and his father was replying with equal tenacity. Slowly, father-in-law's voice became stronger and stronger. Varun's voice almost ceased to exist. Finally, everything fell silent.

I heard the door open. I quickly moved to my bed.

Varun came in. His face was pale like a ghost's. He stared at me for a moment and turned his gaze. I could see defeat in his eyes.

I felt hurt. Although I had been cheating on him, I still loved him. He was my first love. However, I didn't have the courage to ask about what happened in his father's room.

Varun avoided my gaze. He silently got on the bed, moved to near where our kids were sleeping. He lay beside them and pulled the covers to hide his face.

My husband had again failed to stand up to his father.

I turned off the lights and tried to sleep. I couldn't sleep that night.

In the morning, Varun got up early and went to the shop without eating his breakfast. He didn't even talk to me.

Father-in-law was again leering at the kitchen door.

The memories of last night were still alive in my mind. He looked unfazed despite everything. He barged into the kitchen and grabbed my waist.

"No..." I said angrily trying to get free from his clutches. "Not today..."

"Why? Now there's nothing to be afraid of." He said happily, forcing his hand between my thighs and caressing my pussy.

I recoiled back, trying to avoid his pressing palm into my pussy.

"I've explained everything to Varun. He won't trouble you now. Now you can enjoy without any fear."

He forced his hand inside my salwaar; pulled the cord and undid it. Then he let it fall of the floor.

"No... No... I can't." I cried again fumbling in his hands.

"Come on darling, now I can fuck you openly." He said hoarsely as his hands pushed my panties down my thighs. He forced me to bend forward a little and pushed his hand between my naked thighs from behind feeling my trimmed cunt. I squirmed as his index finger entered my pussy. He began to move his finger in and out of my pussy.

I thought about Varun; the way he looked after returning from his father's room. I felt pity for him.

Father-in-law began finger fucking at a harder pace. My body began to melt under his antics. A wave of lust began to descend upon me. I could feel my pussy starting to flow. The thought of Varun disappeared from my mind as I began to moan under his manipulation.

Father-in-law smiled sensing my arousal. He withdrew his finger from my pussy. He dragged me with him to the veranda; near the dining table. He undid my kameez and bra and made me completely naked.

He lifted me in his hands. My ass gently touched the edge of the dining table as he lowered me on it. I leaned back slightly, causing my tits to jut up. Father-in-law bent his head and eagerly began to lick and suck my tits. He squeezed my nipple with his lips causing the milk to flow out of it and into his mouth. He feasted on my milk hungrily.

My pussy gushed with a fresh release of my juices. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

I had completely forgotten about my husband and eagerly enjoyed his father's lips over my tits. He sucked my nipples, alternating between them, driving me crazy with lust. I wriggled my ass over the table.

All of a sudden, Father-in-law released my tits and dropped to his knees burying his face into my exposed dark haired pussy. I bit my lips to keep from screaming with pleasure. Father-in-law lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders to get a better access to my dripping pussy. He shoved his tongue deep into me.

I shuddered with pleasure, arching my body a little more. I grabbed his head in my hands forcing him deeper into my steaming pussy. Father-in-law hungrily drank my pussy juice while his tongue fucked my cunt.

Father-in-law lapped at my dripping pussy. His tongue continued to send wave after wave of rapture through my body. I came loudly, forcing his face deeper into my cunt and deluging his fucking tongue with my fresh juice. My cunt violently throbbed around his tongue.

He removed his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. He grabbed my ass pulling me to the very edge of the table. He grabbed the bulbous head of his cock and guided it to my dripping opening. He lunged forward and forced his massive cock deep inside me. I squealed with pleasure burying my face into his shoulder.

Father-in-law grabbed my ass firmly and started fucking me. His hips were moving as fast as he could move them. My cunt was on fire, with every massive thrust making me even hornier, demanding more and more.

Over and over, he pumped his cock into my inflamed pussy. Beads of perspiration began to trickle down his neck, yet he continued ramming his cock into my pussy ever faster. Harder and harder, He fucked me with all his might.

As his orgasm neared, father-in-law even furthered his humping. He was groaning and grunting incoherently. Finally, he bucked his ass muscles, forced his cock deep into my pussy and began to plant his seed into me. I felt his cock throb and throb inside me and gob after gob of cum inundated my cunt. I dug my nails into his back and clutched his waist between my legs to hold every drop of his semen.

Father-in-law buried his sweat covered-face between my tits as he tried to catch his erratic breath. His cock ceased spurting but it remained buried inside me.

 

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Finally, he straightened up, and pulled his cock from my pussy, slick with his own cum and my pussy juice.

Father-in-law left me in a dazed state as he moved back. His fuck cream began to seep out of my freshly fucked cunt. I slipped off the table and stood by it. Father-in-law took his tahmed from the chair, and I stared as his cum slick flaccid cock disappeared behind the veil of his tahmed.

His fuck cream was still oozing out of my pussy. I felt his cum over my thighs. Father-in-law pointed at the puddle of cum on the table that had oozed out of my pussy.

"Don't forget to clean that." He smiled with satisfaction.

I looked at him with delirious eyes but said nothing. He went back to his room.

I stood near the table, looking at his back.

Slowly, I got back to my senses. The handsome face of my husband again appeared before my eyes. A deep sense of self loathing began to descend upon me as I began to dress.

Varun arrived late in the night. When I served him dinner, he ate silently. After dinner, he went to the bedroom immediately. I stayed in the kitchen, finished my work, and went to the room very late. Varun was lying on the bed, his face hidden under the covers.

I locked the room and was about to switch off the lights when there was a knock on the door.

"Varun..." Father-in-law called from the other side of the door.

Varun lifted the covers off his face and looked at the door but didn't reply.

"Varun..." Father-in-law called again.

He stared at me, but remained silent. I stared at him not knowing whether to respond to father-in-law's call or not. An unusual silence filled the room. I didn't know why his father was calling him at such late hour, yet my heartbeat began to quicken.

"Send Kaju to my room." Father-in-law shouted from behind the door. "I need a massage."

Stunned, I looked at my husband. He was also staring at me, still motionless.

It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order. My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room. I hadn't any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from me.

"I... I can't come." I stammered looking at my husband.

"Varun..." Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder.

"Go..." Varun said.

"What did you say?" I looked at him, completely taken aback by his words.

"I said go." He said angrily, and turned his back towards me.

I stared at his back in disbelief. My husband was asking me to go and sleep with his father.

"Kaju... are you coming?" Father-in-law spoke again from behind the door. "I'm waiting in my room."

He must have heard what Varun had just said.

I thought for a moment, and then looked back at my husband. He was lying with his back towards me. He didn't have anything to say.

"I'll be there in a minute." was all I could utter.

I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door. Again, I turned back, and stared at my husband. His face was now hidden under the covers.

In a daze, I opened the door and went out.

Father-in-law was standing at his door waiting for me. He smiled and gestured to come to his room and he went inside. I closed my bedroom's door gently, crossed the open courtyard to his room.

I pushed the curtains and looked inside. Father-in-law was sprawled on his bed, stark naked, playing with his dick. His lips were spread in a lecherous smile.

"Come on Kaju, take off your clothes and join me." He winked at me. "We'll massage each other the entire night."

I watched him incredulously. I was still unable to believe what was happening.

"I... I..." I didn't know how to ask him. My mind was perplexed with the course of events. "What is this?"

Father-in-law gave me a lecherous grin. "I told you in the morning... Varun will never stop you now. I've explained everything to him."

I stared at him incredulously. Screwing father-in-law was somewhat okay when Varun was not home. I had been doing it for the last three months. But now, my husband was lying wide awake in our bedroom; how could I do it?

"Hurry up." My father-in-law turned on the bed, impatiently.

"But... I... I..." I stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Stop worrying; Varun won't disturb us." He gave me a winning smile. He knew what he was talking about. His fist moved rigorously over the length of his cock. "Lock the door and come here. I'm gonna fuck you this whole night."

I stared at him, and then looked back toward my room with its doors partially closed. I looked back to my father-in-law. He smiled and gestured with his eyes to join him on the bed.

I took a deep breath, closed the door, and began to strip. Father-in-law watched me all the while stroking his massive cock.

When completely naked, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Father-in-law took my hand and gently placed it over his hot rod. I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his cock, letting my hand move up and down along his hard on.

"Suck me Kaju..." Father-in-law shifted on the bed making room for me.

I climbed on and settled beside him, my hand still gripping his cock. I got on all fours and brought my head to his cock. I stuck out my tongue and flicked at the droplet of precum oozing from the tiny hole.

Father-in-law squealed with delight.

I stopped sucking and looked into his eyes.

"I still can't believe..."

"What?"

"Varun himself told me to come here." I flicked my tongue over the tiny pee hole.

"I told you he won't stop you." He said triumphantly. He put his hand over my upturned ass and began running his fingers over my Anus.

I lowered my head and took the bloated head of his cock between my lips.

His finger poked into my sphincter. "He knows that I'm the boss here."

I ran my tongue over his cock head, and I felt it twitch.

"Now you're my whore Kaju; now I can fuck you anytime." Father-in-law was smiling. "Even in the front of Varun."

He pushed his index finger deep into my sphincter making me whimper with a mild pain. He forced his finger up to his knuckle and started finger fucking my ass.

It was a completely new feeling. He had touched me there before, but never inserted his finger into my anus.

As his finger began moving in and out of my anus, lust slowly began to overtake my body.

By now, I had his cock in my mouth and was deeply sucking on it. Father-in-law groaned with pleasure. I sucked the swollen crown and then started licking along the length of his pulsating shaft. I moved my tongue up and down the length of his engorged manhood, feeling excited with every horny stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel my pussy heating up, and my cunt juices began to flow. Any thought of my own husband, wide awake in my bedroom, evaporated from my mind. All I was aware of was a mammoth hardness so lovingly trapped between my soft lips, a thick index finger moving in and out of my ass, and a growing itch between my cunt lips.

My tongue was licking the base of his cock, slowly licking the thick bush at the joint and the heavy sack dangling beneath. Finally, I took one of his balls between my lips and sucked it hard. Father-in-law groaned and writhed on the bed with rapture.

"Kajuuuuuuuuuuuuu... ahhhhhhhhhh..."

He placed his hand over my head and forced it into his crotch. He pulled his finger out of my anus. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled it towards his face.

"Kaju, get on top of me." He groaned heavily.

I didn't exactly understand what he wanted and stopped sucking his cock. He reached for my legs and helped me settle my lower body over his face. Now my face was directly over his cock, and my dripping cunt was above his face. I resumed my work and gobbled up his cock-head between my greedy lips.

Father-in-law caressed my full ass with his fingers, and then explored my pussy. He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips down. He kissed my inner thighs gently, licking my cunt juices sticking there. Finally, he planted a deep kiss directly on the fat lips of my creamy cunt.

"Ahhhhhh..." I moaned as I felt his slick tongue making its way into my ravenous fuck hole.

I sucked his cock wildly, trying to take most of it inside my mouth. The head of his cock touched my throat, and for a moment I was afraid that I might gag. I eased it out a little and sucked it hard. I would have loved to take his full length inside my hungry mouth, but it was too big for me to take it completely. Anyway, later, my cunt would take his complete length with much ease; I thought with relief. I began humping my hips up and down on his mouth enjoying the feel of his tongue licking my slit and sucking my juice.

He took his tongue out of my dripping pussy and licked my Kajus. My ass muscles twitched with excitement as I felt his tongue over my virgin ass. I never knew that a tongue would feel so good over my wrinkled hole. Father-in-law licked my Kajus, coating it with his spit in a continuous up and down motion.

 

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I forgot what I had been doing and enjoyed the new feeling... so terrific it was almost mind-boggling. Every flick of his tongue generated a fresh wave of pleasure that radiated through my body. My ass muscles twitched constantly.

I lowered my head and resumed sucking his cock more fervently.

Father-in-law was gyrating his hips below me. He began pumping his cock into my mouth as if fucking a pussy. His motions were gaining momentum as he fucked his cock into my mouth harder and faster. His fluttering tongue also matched the rhythm of his hips, and he licked my Kajus with an equal tempo.

I knew if he continued like that, I wouldn't be able to stop my climax.

All of a sudden, he changed gears. He took his tongue out of my ass and forced it back into my pussy. He drove it in and out of my pussy, taking me to the verge of cumming.

I felt my climax building up and knew that soon I would pour my fresh juice into his sucking mouth. I sucked his cock harder and harder.

Without any warning, his cock swelled inside my mouth, and before I could react, he exploded releasing the first load of his cum into the back of my mouth. There was no time to back out. I gagged for a moment but couldn't stop his hot jism from making its way to my stomach.

It was an entirely new experience; I liked sucking his cock but could never dare to take his cum into my mouth. So far, he also had refrained from cumming in my mouth. It was quite contradictory to his nature. But, he never forced me to drink his cum.

With his first load down my belly, I realized that my fears were unfounded. It was a sort of tasteless thick liquid. I didn't find it disgusting; I rather liked the taste.

I made no attempt to withdraw my lips off his cock. His cock erupted again and again, sending load after load of hot cum in my mouth. I tried to suck every drop of it, but a part of it oozed out and dribbled along his cock length.

That very moment, my orgasm struck like a lightening. My whole body went rigid with rapture. I could feel my cunt muscles twitching violently around his tongue as my horny cunt deluged his lips with my cunt juice. Father-in-law eagerly sucked all the juices that he could lap from my dripping cunt.

I forgot about sucking his cock. It slipped out of my lips, spewing few final drops over my lips. I rested my head over his crotch feeling his semierect, slick cock pressing against my cheek. I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls.

Father-in-law was still busy drinking my pussy nectar. His hungry tongue was still exploring my dripping pussy. Gradually, his flickering tongue stopped its movement. I rolled off his body and slumped beside him.

Father-in-law got up and changed his position. He was now facing me. His lips and chin were completely soaked with my juices. I became aware of my own condition. My lips were also coated with his cum. The finals drops of his thick cum were still sticking on my lips and cheek.

Father-in-law smiled at me. I could see lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time and immediately slipped between my legs. He got on all four, lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders. He began kissing the inside of my thighs, running his tongue over my wet thighs. Occasionally, his tongue flicked over my slit but he focused mainly on licking the juices sticking to my inner thighs and bush. Finally, he attacked my cunt.

I could feel the lustful heat searing my body again. My cunt began to lubricate with anticipation. My heart began to work faster and faster as his tongue worked its way into my slit. He rolled his tongue and forced it into my pussy like a tiny cock.

Over and over, his tongue slashed into my pussy.

I moaned loudly crossing my legs over his neck, drawing his head harder against my cunt.

Then I felt his hand touching between my ass cheeks gently and his finger gently probing into my sphincter. He rubbed his index finger over my puckered hole and forced it inside my rectum. I bucked my hips under this sudden onslaught and screamed as it hurt a little. He pushed his finger deep, up to his knuckle.

His index finger was buried to ass for the second time.

He began moving his finger in and out of my ass. My mind was going crazy with the two way pleasure, his tongue in my pussy and his finger sliding in and out of my ass. I was so lost in my pleasure that I never realized when he took his tongue out of my cunt and jabbed into my ass. Now his tongue and finger both were working on my ass hole, his finger fucking my ass mercilessly while his tongue licked and dabbed the surrounding area with his saliva.

Father-in-law worked his finger and tongue over my ass for a while, and then withdrew. He positioned himself between my spread legs and placed the swollen knob of his cock at my cunt opening. With a fierce lunge, he buried his cock deep into my pussy.

He fucked my pussy hard, grabbing my thighs with his hands, he turned me to my side. He then left my thighs, and his finger again moved to my back side. He searched for my Kajus and again jabbed his finger deep into my ass. I wailed with lust.

"Liked it?" He asked as he fucked me both ways with his cock and his finger.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... ya... yeah... ahhhhhhhh..." I bucked with pleasure.

He smiled and withdrew his cock out of my pussy. I stared at him with disappointment. He also withdrew his finger from my ass and turned me to my back again. I felt his cock head moving, and then his knob was pressing against my anus.

I was terrified. I had never been fucked in my ass before, and my instinct told me that it would be painful.

"No..." I cried trying to push him away from me. He had no such intentions. He pushed forward, and his cock head, which was slick with my own juices, worked its way into my virgin ass. My sphincter muscles resisted a little but then gave way to his brutal strength. His cock head entered my rectum.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." I moaned loudly, pretty sure that Varun might have heard me in the other room. "No... it's hurting."

I felt tears welling in my eyes as the fear and pain gripped my body. Father-in-law was relentless. He continued pushing his massive organ into my tight ass. I tried to push him back, to prevent him from pushing his cock into my virgin ass any further. He grabbed and forced my hands above my head. He then pushed again, and the rest of his cock length began to slide into my ass. He worked the entire length into my ass slowly. I felt his balls slowly coming to rest against my ass cheeks.

Once his cock was fully embedded inside my rectum, he stopped. He let my body get used to the new feeling. I could now feel the stretching and fullness in my sphincter muscles, but the twinge that occurred when he entered me subsided. It was an entirely new experience, and although it was hurting, I liked the feel of his cock inside my rectum.

Father-in-law pulled his cock out of my rectum until only the tip was gripped by the tight ring of muscles. The pain eased, but not for long as he rammed it back all the way in a single thrust.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." I shrieked.

He began sawing his cock in and out of my rectum. Gradually, the pain eased away completely, and all I could feel was the stretching of my anal muscles as his massive organ moved to and fro inside my rectum. My ass muscles gripped his sawing manhood tightly, feeling every curve of his gigantic cock as it moved in and out of my rectum. Soon, his every thrust drove me to the verge of ecstasy. I could feel my cunt lips swelling with excitement and fresh cunt juice starting to flow out of my slit. I didn't realize that I was moaning nonstop under his onslaught.

"You've got a very tight ass Kaju." Father-in-law whispered as he rammed his cock back through my sphincter.

Father-in-law lowered his head, took one of my erect nipples between his lips, and began sucking hard. He bit the nipple, held it and rolled it between his teeth sending sparks of lust running through my body.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... yeah." I whimpered as I sensed another orgasm approaching.

It was unbelievable. I had never imagined that I could reach an orgasm this way, but it was happening right there with me. I could feel the pressure building inside my pussy. I grabbed his head between my arms forcing it onto my tits, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt his cock fill my ass nicely.

"You like it Kaju?" Father-in-law rammed his cock into my rectum mercilessly. "You like my cock in your ass?"

"Yes...yes...please fuck me...ahhhhhhhhhhh..." I wailed begging him to fuck me harder, feeling my body reach the point of no return.

Father-in-law fucked my ass harder and harder. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum Kaju..."

"Yes... give it to me..." I moaned thrusting my ass up to meet his ploughing tool. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck my horny ass. Give me all of it."

Father-in-law pumped his cock into my ass harder and harder. I begged for more and he obliged with increasing his rutting.

"It's coming Kaju..." He groaned as he bore into my ass again. "I'm cumming... cummming... ahh... ahhh... here it comes... ahhhhhhh."

 

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Father-in-law cried and slammed his cock deep into my rectum. I felt his cock swell inside my rear canal, and then the whole canal was filled with his hot cum. It triggered my own orgasm. I cried loudly, completely oblivious to the fact that my cries could be heard by my husband in the other bedroom. I had already crossed the line, and nothing could have stopped me from enjoying this blissful moment. My entire body jerked and twisted beneath his and then went rigid with passion as my orgasm hit me.

His cock spurted repeatedly, flooding my rectal passage with his thick hot juice. I clasped his cock tightly with my ass muscles trying to milk every drop of cum out of his shooting dick. Father-in-law let out a deep breath and collapsed over me. We clung to each other, reveling in the aftermath of our passionate anal adventure.

Gradually, the throbbing stopped and his cock ceased deluging my anal passage. I squeezed my anal muscles and sensed his cock slowly losing its hardness. Finally, he withdrew his cock out. My rear entry felt empty, and I became aware of a thin stream of hot sticky cum oozing out of my freshly buggered hole, slowly making its way along my crack and then soaking the bed sheet underneath.

Father-in-law lifted his body off me and slumped on one side, breathing heavily. I looked at him; he was smiling with satisfaction; his eyes still filled with lust. I smiled back at him and got off the bed. He didn't try to stop me, just kept watching me as I put my clothes back on. My ass and cunt, were both feeling slippery as I walked out of his room.

When I reached the door, the lights were still on in my bedroom. As I opened the door, Varun, still wide awake, lifted his head from his pillow, looked blankly into my eyes and then closed his eyes again. His face was emotionless. If anything were going through his mind, he hid it successfully.

I felt embarrassed and guilty. After all, he was my husband and no husband would agree to his wife sleeping with somebody else. I didn't know what was going on inside his head. All I knew was that I couldn't help it anymore. I was now a **censored** whore for my father-in-law, and I enjoyed fucking him.

In a way, Varun was also responsible for it. He could have stopped me tonight from going to his father's room. But he didn't.

Now he couldn't complain.

I went to the bathroom, stripped and took a shower. I washed my cum soaked pussy and ass.

I changed my clothes and came out of the bathroom. I turned off the lights, and for a moment, I stood in the darkness wondering where to sleep. Finally, I made up my mind and slowly slipped beside Varun.

We lay side by side; neither of us uttered a word.

It was a very strange feeling. I was lying beside my husband who knew that I had just fucked his father. Perhaps, he also heard my cries of passion all through my fuck session with my father-in-law. I didn't know whether I should love or hate my husband for letting me go and fuck his own father.

We lay silently in the darkness. My mind was in turmoil. I heard Varun tossing around; and probably he was still tossing in bed when I dozed off.

My relationship with Varun as a man and wife virtually ceased to exist.

Although he didn't divorce me, but after that night, there was no physical relationship between Varun and me. We still shared the same bed; every night we slept side by side, but Varun never tried to touch me. Even if I tried to encourage or seduce him, he simply brushed off my overtures, and turned his face away. Every effort I made to seduce him bore no result, and finally I had to give up.

He talked very little with me; only when it was utmost necessary. He began spending most of his time with our kids and ignored my presence altogether. His attitude made my life miserable; I lived with an overbearing feeling of guilt, which was amplified every time I faced my husband.

I felt bad for him, and felt hurt by his neglect; but, I hadn't the courage to face him.

Varun never talked about my amorous relationship with his father, nor did he try to stop it. My daily fuck sessions with my father-in-law continued unabated.

Father-in-law was insatiable, always ready to stuff his cock into my horny pussy. After that first time, he became even more daring. Whenever he felt horny, he would simply called me; day or night, it didn't matter to him. My pussy was getting more fucking than it could bargain for.

I was a reluctant partner in his horny game. Like a drug addict who wanted to quit his habit but he couldn't, I too wanted to stop my wanton relationship with my father-in-law, but miserably failed to do so. It was a weird kind of addiction, born out of fear of father-in-law, but so overwhelming, that I found it hard to say no to him every time he put his hands over my pussy. I liked the feel of his throbbing cock plundering my pussy, and even longed for it whenever he was out of town.

I had been converted into a cock hungry whore. My longing for a cock was so intense that it always overtook the feeling of remorse that I had about my husband. Many nights, after screwing my father-in-law, I laid awake in my bed beside Varun hoping that he would get up and shove his cock into my cum filled pussy. Although I was getting a regular dose of fucking from Varun's father, I still missed Varun badly. I desperately wanted him to make love to me. Was it due to my love for him or was it due to my feelings of guilt, I couldn't say. I probably longed for his acceptance.

His continued neglect of me made me crazy about him.

Although Varun was keeping a distance from me, I sensed the struggle going inside him. Often, I found him tossing in bed late in the nights. Whenever I returned from his father's room after a prolong session of fucking and sucking, I could feel that Varun was awake waiting for me to return. Sometime, in the nights, I woke up and found gentle stirring under the covers. It didn't take me long to realize that my husband had been whacking his cock.

Perhaps there was some hope. On one such night, I tried to take advantage of his vulnerability. When he began whacking his cock, I reached out and placed my hand over his naked belly.

Startled, he jumped off the bed and scurried to the bathroom. I watched him go in utter frustration. My heart was broken. It was too much for a cock hungry slut like me; but, I hadn't the courage to ask.

After that, he stopped masturbating in bed. Instead, he started visiting the bathroom regularly late at night, staying there for long durations. After every such visit, I found handkerchiefs or small towels among the dirty clothes in the washing machine; each of them with a big dry spot.

Time flew, and I never realized that almost one years had passed since Varun stopped making love to me. I had resigned to my fate and lost any hope of reviving my marriage again.

However, things took a surprising turn after the month of Ramadan.

Two days after , it was almost ten thirty at night and I was getting ready for bed. The kids were already asleep. Varun was sprawled on the bed, eyes closed; he was pretending to be asleep.

Father-in-law was not in the house. He had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town.

I undid my clothes, vaguely aware that Varun was staring at me with his half-closed eyes. It was a ritual that I performed almost regularly ever since Varun stopped having sex with me. I never wasted any chance to let him see me naked or semi-naked, always hoping that one day my husband would start taking interest in me again.

I deliberately stripped to my bra and panties, waited for my husband to savor my semi nude charms. It was weird. I was trying to seduce my own husband who seemed to have lost interest in me completely.

Varun kept his eyes closed. I gave him a glance, and finally put on a loose fitting gown. I switched off the main light leaving only a small night lamp on.

I was about to slip in bed beside Varun, when he opened his eyes.

"Kaju..."

I couldn't believe my ears. He hadn't addressed me by Kaju for almost one year. I felt my eyes turning wet with happiness.

 

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Varun got off the bed. He walked close to where I was standing near the foot of the bed.

"Kaju... sit here."

I stared at him silently. He took my hand, and helped me sit on the edge of the bed. I offered no resistance and settled down. Varun sat close to me.

"Wanted to ask you something," he began, then stopped, looking somewhat unsure.

I was suddenly very happy. My husband had approached me after almost one year. I suppressed my tears of joy.

"What do you want?"

"I don't know how to ask you. Are you... do you..." He fumbled for words. "Actually what I wanna know that are you happy with abbu?"

I didn't understand what he meant; I stared him questioningly.

"I... I mean," he stammered, "do you like sleeping with abbu?"

So that was his intention: he wanted to know whether I liked fucking my father-in-law. I wanted to tell him yes, but knew that it wouldn't be good to say so. It was probably not the right time to accept that fact.

"What do you think?" I retorted, feigning little anger. "I'm happy sleeping with him? I sleep with him because I care for you and our kids. You know very well if I don't do that he'd throw all of us out of this house."

"I know... I know." He said awkwardly, feeling little hurt. I realized that he too was carrying guilt for not being able to protect me from his father. I felt pity for him, but also realized he was vulnerable at that moment. Perhaps I could use this opportunity.

"I did everything for you and the kids." I gripped his hand. "Do you hate me for that?"

"No," he replied immediately, "I don't hate you."

"Then why don't you talk to me? Why don't you make love to me? Why don't you act like my husband."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my mother now."

I looked at him incredulously. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Any woman..." he fumbled, "who sleeps with my father got to be my mother only. You can't be my wife now."

It was the most preposterous logic I had ever heard in my life.

"And what about the twelve years we spent together as husband and wife?" My voice was suddenly sharp. I felt tears begin to swell in my eyes.

He gawked at me.

"What about our children, do you think your abbu is their father?"

"No, they're my kids." He was on the back foot. "But now I can't be your husband."

"Why not?" I rasped loudly. "I'm still your wife. Don't you love me anymore?"

"I still love you, and I know that you didn't do it willingly the first time. But now, we can't live like husband and wife anymore."

"Because you think that I'm your mother now. Is that why you didn't fuck me for the last one year?" I dropped all modesty and asked him crudely.

"Yes." He said slowly. His eyes went wide with my use of the word 'fuck'.

I felt exasperated. It was a strange situation. My husband was avoiding me because he believed that I was his mother as I had been screwing his father.

"So it means that you're happy with what your father did to your wife."

"No, I hate him for that." His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred. "I want to kill that bastard."

"Why didn't you kill him then?"

"I don't know." He said meekly. "I don't know. Perhaps I don't have the courage to do it. But I hate him."

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

"I'd be happier if you can avenge my humiliation." I feigned a sarcastic look.

He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. "I... I don't know... how?" He babbled.

"You really want revenge for your father taking your wife away from you."

"Yes." He said painfully.

My heart began to melt.

"How will you do it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "I know I'm no match for him."

The thought that was ticking in the back of my mind grew stronger. I didn't know whether he would accept my logic, but I decided to give it a try.

"There's a way."

"How?" His eyes were suddenly lit.

"You sure think I'm your mother?" I quizzed him.

"I already told you that."

"And you hate your abbu for fucking me, and taking me away from you?"

"Yes," he spoke with irritation in his voice, "how many times do I have to tell you that?"

"You can take your revenge." I gave him a mischievous grin.

"How, how?" He asked impatiently.

"By fucking your mother."

He looked at me clumsily.

"Do to him what he did to you." I wished that he would take the bait. "He fucked your wife and made her his **censored** whore. Do the same to him. Take his wife... fuck her... make her your slut."

He stared at me, silently, lost in his thoughts. I prayed silently. After a while, he said. "I don't know... ugh... I'm confused... you may be right."

He was vulnerable; it was time to take the initiative.

"If you want to get even." I stared at his crotch. I could feel gentle stirring there. I knew that he never wore underwear under his tahmed. "Do what he did to you... fuck his wife... your mother."

He stared at me incredulously.

I didn't waste any time, slipped my hands inside his tahmed and caressed his cock. His body twitched at the sudden touch, but he made no move to remove my hand from his cock. His cock began to swell in my hand. That was a very positive sign.

"I'll tell you everything he does to your wife." I began massaging his cock, feeling the girth slowly getting bigger and bigger. "And you do the same to his wife..."

"Yes... yes..." He moaned, enjoying my hand caressing his cock after such long absence. "Ahhhh... it feels good."

My heart jumped with delight. At last, my patience was about to pay off.

A sudden realization came upon me; in my twelve years of married life, I had never taken the initiative in a sexual act with my husband. It was Varun who always initiated our lovemaking. But, things had changed now.

My father-in-law had converted me into a brazen slut.

Varun's cock grew to massive proportions slowly. I undid his tahmed and let his cock free. I lovingly stared at beautiful piece of meat rising so magnificently from his crotch. The purple coloured swollen head of his circumcised cock had a tiny drop of precum glistening at the tip. I suddenly realized how much I've missed it; I had not seen it in action for the last one year. But, today it was ready, ready only for me. I just wanted to take that cock in my mouth and suck him hard. I controlled my urges.

I let his cock free from my hand and got off the bed. Varun looked at me disappointed.

"Strip me." I asked him. I could feel that I was breathing heavily.

He stared me awkwardly.

"Your abbu strips your wife himself. He likes to watch your wife as he removes her clothes one by one."

He understood and got up. As he stood, his tahmed slipped along his leg to the floor. He **censored** no attention to it; instead, he turned and started towards the light switch.

"No..." I guessed his intentions. "Don't turn off the lights. Your abbu fucks your wife with all the lights on."

He stopped in his way, turned and looked at me. He was a little surprised with my brazenness.

"Come here and strip your mother."

He walked over to where I was standing. Lustily, I watched his dangling cock as he walked. My pussy began to cream. Reaching over, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of my gown. Then he gripped the hem of my gown and slowly pulled it over my head. I helped him by lifting my hands over my head. He took the gown off my body and tossed it aside.

I stood there, in front of him, wearing only my bra and panties.

His eyes wore a delirious look. I could see lust in his eyes, as he stared at my semi nude body.

"Remove these also." My voice was hoarse with passion. "Make me completely naked."

He gave a faint lascivious smile, and began to remove my bra and panties. Within seconds, my undergarments were lying on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of my husband. He gazed lustily at the nicely trimmed bush covering my swollen cunt lips. It was really a bizarre feeling. I was acting like a different woman in front of my husband. After an abstinence of almost one year, we were like two strangers meeting for the first time.

I reached out, took his hand and placed it over my pussy, which by now was dripping profusely. "Feel my pussy Varun, feel it."

He caressed my hairy pussy gently, running his fingers along the wet slit. Meanwhile, I took off his vest. Both of us were now completely naked, his hand playing with my pussy.

"Do you want me to tell you," I grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly. "how your abbu fuck your wife?"

"Yes... Kaju..." He groaned.

"No... don't call me Kaju," I corrected him, "call me ammi (mother). I'm your mother now."

"Ammi..." He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit.

"Do you like your mother's pussy?" My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing.

"Yes... ammi." He replied hoarsely.

"Feel it... it's wet... very very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy... my son."

"Yes."

"Do you really want to fuck... your ammi?" My voice was quivering with excitement. I enjoyed my command over him.

"Ahhhh..." Varun moaned as I played with his cock. "Please let me fuck you ammi."

 

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I smiled at him. He was supposed to take his revenge by force fucking me. Instead, he was begging me to let him fuck me. Anyway, I was enjoying playing his mother. Although I felt crazy behaving like that, but, playing a new woman to my own husband was driving me nuts with pleasure.

"Not so soon son." I had other plans. There were so many other things that he could do before actual fucking. "Your abbu doesn't fuck Kajal so early."

"Then what does he do?" He ran his finger over my slit, feeling the wetness clinging to my bush.

"First, he forces your wife to suck his cock." I watched as his eyes went wide. "Then he shoots his cum in her mouth."

He stared me unbelievingly. Varun and I had never indulged in oral sex before.

"Really?"

"Yes dear..." I enjoyed his predicament. "Your father is a bastard, and he does all sort of dirty things with your wife. If you want your revenge then you must do everything your abbu does to your wife. Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Yes... yes." He groaned with pleasure. His fingers brushed my wet slit, now with more eagerness.

"Then ask me."

"Suck my cock... Nil... ugh... ammi." He said clumsily. "Please suck my cock."

In a flash, I was kneeling before him. My lips were now in line with his swollen cock. I lovingly stared at the deep purple head inches away from my lips, and the drop of juicy precum that had grown in size by now. Staring at his cock, I became aware that I had never seen his cock from such a close distance before. We never tried giving head. All these years, I had only touched, caressed and fondled his cock in darkness. His cock looked much different from his father's tool, it was long, perhaps longer than his father's, but had less girth.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop with the tip of my tongue. As my tongue touched his cock head, his thighs twitched violently. He moaned loudly.

I looked up, into his dazed eyes. "You'll love it... son... ammi gonna make you very happy."

I licked the drop of precum from the tip. After the accidental shooting of father-in-law's cock in my mouth, I hadn't any reservation about swallowing cum. Over time, I began to enjoy the taste. It was difficult for me to recall how many times I had swallowed the jism from my father-in-law's cock. At that moment, I was dying to taste my husband's cum.

I swallowed the tiny drop greedily, relishing the first taste of my husband's precum. Then I began licking his cock gently along its length. I started from the tip and slowly licked down to his hairy sack. I licked his balls with my moist tongue.

Varun moaned loudly and his legs began to tremble. He could not remain standing and slowly settled on the edge of the bed. I let him rest his ass on the edge before resuming my job. I went lower and licked his heavy balls. Slowly, I took one in my mouth and began sucking it. I could feel from his response that he was enjoying my oral manipulation of his tool. I sucked his ball feverishly. I wanted to please my husband by all means.

"Do you like it son?" I released his ball from my mouth and asked him. "Do you like your ammi's tongue over your balls?"

"Yes... ammi?" He moaned. "Please don't stop."

I smiled at the eagerness of my prudish husband.

"I'm gonna suck your cock now." I brought my lips closer to his cock head. "When you feel like cumming... don't pull it out... just shoot it in my mouth."

Bemused, I watched his eyes widen again but **censored** no attention. I opened my lips a bit wider and took his cock head between my greedy lips. His entire body shuddered violently. Gripping his cock's base with my hand, I began sucking his cock like a tasty lollipop.

Playing a new game with my husband was also having an effect on me; I could feel my cunt going wild with lust and my juices running down my legs. Varun gyrated his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. I raised my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me.

"Ahhhhhhhhh... Kaju... ugh... ammi," he groaned with pleasure, his eyes burning with lust, "never knew it could be so much fun. Please suck... ammi please suck my cock... ahhh... ahhhh... ahhhh."

I sucked my fancied son's cock harder and harder, hearing him groan and moan louder with every passing moment. I swirled my tongue over his saliva coated head causing him to whimper louder. His hips began to move at a frantic pace, the throbbing and twitching increasing with every fresh stroke of my tongue over his cock. I could feel his climax approaching.

I continued sucking his cock, eagerly waiting for him to begin shooting in my hungry mouth. I wanted to drink every drop of his hot cum, wanted to feel his thick jism splashing against my cheeks and then slowly going down my throat. I wanted to suck him dry and then again make him hard and have him fuck me wildly with his long sleek cock. He was my husband and he probably had fucked me uncountable number of times. At that moment, I felt as if I were going to fuck him for the first time. I was his father's wife sucking her son's beautiful cock. My pussy was dripping with excitement and I could feel my juice oozing out of my cunt lips.

"Cum...son cum..." I moaned silently. "Cum in your mother's mouth."

He gave a long yell, and his body went stiff. His cock puffed up in my mouth. He grabbed my head pressing my lips into his crotch and his cum began to erupt. I felt his first spurt shooting down my throat straight to my stomach.

The very moment, my orgasm hit, sending my body reeling with immense pleasure. My pussy jerked repeatedly sending tidal waves of rapture shooting up my spine, my juices flowing down my thighs in abundance.

His dick erupted over and over depositing loads of fresh cum inside my mouth which I willingly swallowed. It poured like a floodgate filling my mouth with his tangy, tasty cum. It was thick, hot with a kind of taste that was difficult to explain. I eagerly drank every drop of jism he spurted in my mouth.

Slowly, the shooting stopped. I pressed my lips on his still inflated cock, forcibly sucking any remaining drop of cum left inside, enjoying its taste and texture. Only when I drained it completely, I allowed it out of my mouth.

Varun collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I got up from the floor and slipped beside him.

"Did you like it son?" I whispered in his ear, gently running my cum soaked tongue over his earlobe. "You liked when ammi drank your cum."

"Yes... ammi." He stared at me with his lustful eyes. "I've never done that before."

"I know son... I know! Ammi's gonna teach you many new things."

I got up and straddled his body. He stared at me in amazement. I slowly lowered my ass over his chest. I felt my cunt lips touching his chest. I reclined my body backward, reached out my hands and gripped his slick flaccid cock between my fingers. I gently began rubbing my cunt over his chest while my hands began to massage his cock.

I ground my pussy over his chest in a to and fro motion, sliding it to his naval and then again sliding it back to his chest. My pussy juices poured out of my dripping pussy, wetting his chest and part of his belly. I felt the tiny patch of sparse curly hair in the middle of his chest getting soaked with my cunt juice as my ass moved over it. I spread my leg further causing my swollen clit to poke out and rub against the wet hair.

Varun stared me with a lewd surprise. He had never seen me so horny before, never acting so lasciviously. He appeared a little confused, but he was enjoying what I was doing to him. He enjoyed it as I pleasured myself by rubbing my cunt over his chest.

I began moving my hips farther, with every end stroke almost touching his chin with my cunt lips. After one such push, I stopped with my cunt touching his chin and gazed at him lovingly. I desperately wanted him to touch my pussy with his tongue. But, I didn't want to rush him. Varun had never sucked my pussy before and I wasn't sure how would he react to that idea.

Again, I slid my ass to his belly and brought it back to his chin, this time letting my wet pussy grind against his chin. His eyes glinted with lust.

"Like it?" gently grinding my hairy crotch up and down his chin.

He gave me a lustful gaze, took his tongue out and licked his lips nervously. I could guess what was happening in his mind. I was sure that he could smell the strong aroma of my aroused pussy very well, a sweet smell that could drive any sensible man crazy with lust.

Slowly, I moved my hips forward a little more, my cunt almost reaching his mouth. Varun opened his lips again, stuck out his tongue and lightly brushed the tip against my wet bush. I held my breath and waited, not moving a bit. Then he moved further and planted his lips over my hairy pussy lips. My whole body shuddered with rapture.

It was not a long kiss; he immediately withdrew it. He stared into my eyes, little awkwardly, as if looking for my approval. I didn't say a word but gave him an encouraging smile. His lips showed a trace of my pussy juice.

I moved a bit farther and brought my cunt just above his lips. Slowly, I lowered it over his mouth. I heard a gulp from his mouth as his tongue tried to push through my slit. I felt his lips cupping my dripping pussy and his tongue entering inside me.

It was more than enough for me. As he took his tongue out of my slit and flicked it over my engorged clit, I came with a shattering orgasm.

All I could remember was that I was moaning and writhing violently, grinding my cunt over his lips as my cunt deluged his mouth with a fresh load of my pussy nectar. If Varun had any reservation against drinking my juice, he didn't show it. He drank my juice, even boring his tongue into my pussy licking any trace of honey left inside.

After I got back to my senses, I slid my cunt off his face. My poor husband was short of breath, gasping for air. I smiled at him and slid my ass to his crotch.

My hands were busy manipulating his cock while I teased him into sucking my pussy. His cock was hard again, rising like a thick piece of salami in my hands.

I lifted my ass off his body, gripped his cock with one hand, and placed the tip at the opening of my slick pussy. With a gentle shove, his cock began to move inside me. Slowly, it was completely embedded inside me, my wet bush coming to rest against his thick, coarse thatch.

Varun groaned with lust as he felt his cock moving inside me, the same soft enclave which he had invaded numerous times for many years before he stopped fucking me.

I made no attempt to start fucking him. Instead, I bent my head and kissed him on the lips. They were soaked with my pussy juice. As I licked his lips, I could taste my own juices. Then I let my tongue trail over his chest, licking the wet tiny strands of hair. Slowly, I took my tongue to his tiny nipple, licked it, then took it between my teeth, and began nibbling the tiny bud.

Varun moaned loudly, lifted his ass off the bed and thrust his cock deep into me. I squatted over him, my cunt in a way hovering over his cock, giving him enough room to start pumping me. He got the cue and began humping me from beneath.

 

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Varun gripped the bed's headrest, and began fucking my famished pussy. I enjoyed his fucking while licking my own spending from his nipple and chest. With every plunge, he was driving the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy, each time generating a shuddering spasm radiating through my cunt.

I stopped licking his chest and clutched the wooden headrest. I lowered my tits and let them dangle erotically. As he fucked me from beneath, my tits undulated in a rapid and random motion over his lips. Varun opened his mouth and gripped my left nipple between his lips. He sucked hard making me cry with lust and pain. He pumped even harder... his face twisted in a blissful delirium.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." My body began to shake. My nipple hurt as he sucked greedily on it. His hands left the headrest, grabbed my ass, and parted my ass cheeks. My ass muscles flinched as his index finger touched my Kajus. Ripples of passion began to travel through my entire body. I concentrated on the delightful feeling which his cock was imparting into my body with every thrust.

Varun sucked my tit even harder while driving his cock in and out of my begging pussy. He began to pant with effort. His breathing became harried as he tried to pump me harder and faster.

I started gyrating my hips, moving my cunt up and down on his cock. "Ohhhhhh, God, fuck me faster." I pleaded. "Please fuck me hard."

He seemed to be pleased by my wanton desire as his lips spread in a wide grin. He pulled out, the tip of his cock just touching the opening to my fuck hole. He grinned again as he saw disapproval on my face then he rammed it back into my ravenous cunt. He fucked me hard and deep.

"Oh...yesssss...yessss..." I realized that I had never behaved with my husband in such a licentious way. But, I could not stop myself from doing it. I had longed for his cock for almost one year, and now it was ripping through my pussy; I wanted it so badly. My pussy juice was pouring out of my cunt, dribbling along the length of his cock. His crotch was thoroughly soaked with my juice, and every time he rammed his cock fully inside me, I could feel the wetness against the back of my thighs. He was driving me crazy with his skillful ways.

"Yesssssss..." I mashed my tits against his sucking lips, pumping my pussy up and down on his shaft.

Bending my head, I kissed him on his lips. His face was showing the signs of his effort, and beads of perspiration began to appear on his face. He stopped sucking my tits and was gasping for air. I licked his sweaty cheeks enjoying the salty taste.

"Varun...ahhhhh...please make me cum." I moaned lewdly, completely oblivious of my wanton behavior. "Ammi wants you to fill her pussy with your juice."

My body twisted in ecstasy; the inflamed desire began to climb higher and higher towards an explosive orgasm. I fucked back onto his plowing cock and screamed. The throbbing in my cunt began to escalate.

"I'm cuming... yes... I'm cuming." I wailed as my cunt began to tighten about his cock. My body stiffened, and the maddening rush of tidal waves of intense pleasure drove me insane. Varun was well aware of my condition. He squeezed my ass cheeks between his fingers and drilled his cock deep into me. His groin smacked against my spread ass. His face contorted with lust, his mouth went agape with the expectation of the inevitable as he gave a loud groan and his balls exploded in a massive eruption. A deluge of hot thick jism shot from his cock and sprayed the smoldering depth of my pussy.

He continued slamming his cock back into me, while it spewed wads of hot cum deep inside me. My cunt hungrily gulped every drop that his prick deposited. I continued rocking back and forth on his cock, feeling the strength of his ejaculation slowly subsiding.

He finally ceased to erupt, but I continued fucking him, rocking back and forth on his cock. Finally, everything became a blur as I collapsed over his sweaty chest, heaving and panting vigorously.

I lay over his chest, our bodies slick with sweat. His cock was still buried inside me, though it was shrinking fast. I could feel the mix of our juices slowly seeping along the length of his shaft. I tried to squeeze my throbbing pussy to stop the juices from escaping, unsuccessfully. It oozed out and slowly began to deposit at our groins where our bodies were joined. I closed my eyes and rested my head over his chest.

I don't know how long we stayed like that. I came back to my senses when Varun began to stir beneath me. I opened my eyes and found him staring directly into my eyes.

"It was fantastic." He was smiling. "I must be a stupid for not doing it for so long."

I was pleased with his comment.

"So you liked fucking your mother." I said, immediately realizing the stupidity of my question.

His eyes narrowed. My heart began to sink. I cursed myself. 'Did I say something wrong?'

Slowly, his face became normal; he was smiling again.

"Yes...more than my wife...I love you...ammi." He kissed me on my lips.

I could feel my eyes becoming wet with emotion. I bent my head, and our lips locked in a long lingering kiss.

Finally, he broke the kiss and pushed me off. I rolled to his side; his cum slick cock came out of my pussy with a plop.

"Look the mess you've created." He pointed toward his groin with a mischievous grin.

I looked at his crotch; it was drenched with our juices. His dark thatch was soaked with a mix of his cum and my juice. I turned my gaze to my pussy; my bush was also matted with our fuck juice.

I slipped off the bed.

"Don't worry," I took his hand and pulled him off the bed, "come, I'll take care of it."

I led him to the bathroom. First, I used my tongue to lick his crotch clean; then thoroughly rinsed his cock and thatch and dried them with a towel. He watched me doing it with a grin on his face. Finally, I kissed the tip of his cock and let it go. Varun kneeled immediately before me; he took water from the bucket and carefully soaped my cunt. Then he rinsed it. He dried my bush and in the same way kissed my cunt; his kiss was longer and lingering as his tongue explored my moist slit. Finally, he let me go.

We came out of the bathroom. We were lost in our amorous reunion. We didn't bother to put our clothes back on and slipped naked under the covers.

With my back against him, I snuggled against his body. His semi-tumescent cock gently rested against the crack of my ass. I felt his hands roaming gently over my naked body.

It was a feeling of great elation for getting back my husband's love. I had always loved him despite his shortcomings, even when my amorous affair began with my father-in-law. My mind went back to the events that changed my life forever. I thought about his abbu. I doubted that my relationship with Varun's father would ever stop. Abbu would never let me go; and I too was in a way enslaved to my own lust for his mammoth cock. I knew that even with all my love for my husband it would not be possible for me to stop fucking my father-in-law.

I would have to make adjustments so that I could successfully manage my two lovers. Now with Varun accepting the fact, it shouldn't be much difficult.

For a moment, my thought diverted to my father-in-law. I visualized his massive cock ripping through my pussy, driving me crazy with every thrust. My pussy began to cream again.

Suddenly, I came out of my trance; a hand was slowly exploring my cunt. My husband's manhood, which was showing signs of new awakening, was pressing against my ass. I spun around and faced him.

"I thought you're sleeping." Varun was smiling as his fingers caressed my pussy again.

"I think," I took his growing cock between my fingers and wagged it lovingly, "your friend is still hungry."

His smile grew larger.

"I don't think I can sleep tonight," he brought his lips closer to my ear and whispered, "why don't you teach me what else you've learned?"

I looked at him in surprise. He was still smiling mischievously.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not? Teach me."

"Who would you like to fuck this time... your wife or ammi?"

He laughed gently. "My ammi of course. She's gonna teach me new things."

"Okay then... son," I threw the covers off our bodies and sat beside him. "We'll start with a new way where we can explore each other's bodies at the same time."

I flung my leg over his body and straddled his face. I lowered my cunt over his mouth, and bending my body forward, brought my lips closer to his cock and kissed his semi-tumescent shaft.

I didn't have to tell him what to do next as his tongue immediately flicked over my cunt lips, gently lapping up the moistness. Then it was forced inside my pussy.

'He would be a good learner.' I thought as I lowered my head and swallowed his cock.

My mind started reeling again, partly with lust, partly with anticipation.

END

 

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My Old Story

Kajal Agarwal Chronicle's

I woke up in strange surroundings, in a warm, well lit room. The floor was made of gray tiles and the walls were clad with cream leather, similar to the inside of a plush yacht. I tried to move but realized I was restrained and naked on what looked like a cream leather gynecologist's examination chair. My legs were spread wide open in stirrups and strapped down, from my knees to my ankles. My arms were strapped down, from my elbows to my wrists. I had a strap around my waist and one around my neck holding my head to the chair. The chair was reclined lightly. I felt extremely vulnerable and exposed, but surprisingly warm and comfortable. My heart was pounding and I was disorientated and terrified. I tried to move to free myself but it was futile. All I could move was my ass about three inches in all directions, but that was all. I had no idea how I had got there or how long I'd been there. I remembered falling asleep on my sofa with a glass of wine and then nothing after that.

I looked around the room and saw a door in front of me between my legs and a series of video cameras all over the room, all pointing at me from different angles. There was a counter with cupboards underneath stretching the full length of the wall to my left with a sink at the far end. I strained my neck to see to the right of me and saw several plush leather chairs and a sofa all facing the wall where there was a bank of large TV screens showing what the cameras could see. I was shocked to see I had four pointing directly at my hairy pussy giving different views. I had another with a close up of my face and three others showing wider angles of me in the chair. I began to panic and tried to pull out of my restraints again, when suddenly the door opened and several people came in.

The first was a woman about thirty five years old with long hair and dressed in a white blouse and short black skirt. She had an air of authority about her, similar to a school teacher. She was followed in by three younger women, all blonde and dressed in only their underwear. Matching white skimpy g strings and flimsy lace bras. Behind them were five men who were wearing tight black boxer shorts. They were all of medium height, and of muscular build, almost like clones of each other but their facial features differed. All the men sat down on the chairs and sofa in silence while the girls remained standing.

"You are Kajal Aggarwal, correct?" she didn't wait for an answer. "My name is Pooja Kumar and I'll be sorting out proceedings here today," the woman in the skirt said, in a matter of fact tone.

"I am Kajal, yes, but who are you people? Why am I here? Please let me go, I have done nothing wrong," I said trying to stay calm and in control.

"I'll tell you exactly why you're here. You see, we have special clients who have certain desires, which we must meet. We make adult videos for those clients. They are fed up with the run of the mill porn films with fake models, fake reactions, fake orgasms and fake breasts. They prefer everyday girls such as yourself and the genuine reaction to their situation and circumstances, such as the one you find yourself in," replied Pooja.

I was suddenly more worried.

"Please don't do anything to me, I won't tell a soul what happened, just let me go, I'll be no good to you in an adult film," I said submissively.

"You're exactly what our clients are looking for," she replied, "Inexperienced with a girl next door look about you, you're perfect."

"Why did you pick me?" I asked.

"Why not pick you. We know all about you 'Kajal', as you like to be called, we've hacked your life, your computer, your diary and your phone. We've read your electronic diary from your laptop and know all about your sexual preferences and inexperience. Poor girl waiting until you were twenty before letting a man fuck you," she said mockingly, "and according to your diary he only fucked you six times, in the dark while you lay on your back. It all sounds very boring and prudish. I'm surprised you didn't lose your virginity earlier Kajal, you are very beautiful," she looked me up and down "nice young body, firm breasts, long brown hair, hazel eyes, you really are a stunner."

She looked in between my legs, "It's a shame you don't shave down there though," she said with a look of distaste.

I struggled at my restraints again, but it was no use, "Just let me go, find someone else, I'll be useless to you, please," I was almost in tears.

"Enough talk let's get started," she said ignoring, me.

She glanced over at two of the girls.

"Stacey, Natalie, shave her pussy, you know our clients hate it hairy."

The two girls went to a cupboard and produced a small silver tray with an electric hair clipper, shaving foam, and a razor. They filled a bowl with water from the sink and came towards me. They sat on two small stools and pulled them up so they were at working height with my genitals, similar to how I would have a Gyno exam at the doctors.

"You should be ashamed of that pussy," said Pooja, "look how hairy you are. We like it clean and shaved here. All our participants are shaved."

"I'm not a willing participant," I replied, trying to move away from Stacey and her hair clippers.

"It doesn't matter," said Pooja in her monotone voice, "it's going to happen anyway"

I felt the buzz of the clippers trimming my pubic hair and tried to move away.

"Don't touch me," I shrieked.

"Relax it's only hair, I won't hurt you," replied Stacey in a cute soft voice.

She continued to remove my pubes with the clippers being very careful not to knick the skin around my pussy. Gently pushing my mound and labia out of the way to put tension on my skin.

I looked across to the video screen and realised all this was being filmed for their perverted clients.

"You know this will be fuck don't you? If you let anyone fuck me, its rape," I said, trying to scare them into letting me go.

Pooja smirked, "We have a saying here, it's not rape if you're wet. And you will be wet before anyone penetrates you, I can assure you."

"You're sick," I replied.

I continued watching on the screen as Natalie started applying the shaving foam and rubbing it into a lather all over my pussy and mound. She then pulled the skin tight and started to shave me. I kept still, not wanting her to make a mistake and cut me. The foam was warm and sticky and felt strange against my labia. I prayed I wouldn't get wet from the experience. She expertly shaved me taking care around my protruding inner lips and clitoral hood and continued all the way down and shaved my ass hole. When she'd finished she wiped me with a soft towel and sat back to admire her work. I looked at the screen and was surprisingly pleased with my new appearance. My cute pink pussy on display, for all the world to see, silky smooth.

"Our guys love to see the goods, rather than a mess of hair," giggled Natalie as she packed her things on the tray and walked off with Stacey.

Stacey walked back to me with a bottle of what looked like massage oil.

"That's much better," laughed Pooja coming in for a closer look "lovely and smooth ready for your next treat."

"How did I get here?" I asked.

"You were drugged. This location is secret and no one will hear you or find you," Pooja replied.

"So you drugged me, kidnapped me and now you're going to fuck me?"

As she said that Stacey poured massage oil on her hands and rubbed them together. She spread the oil across the inside of my thighs slowly massaging me towards my exposed, freshly shaven pussy. She had an amazing touch and although I was tense with fear, I enjoyed what she was doing to me. She delicately, yet firmly massaged my thighs both inside and out working her way to my shaved pubic mound above my clit. Pooja had gone quiet and was talking to the five men and the remaining girl whose name hadn't been mentioned. I felt Stacey's hands caressing either side of my clit working up and down the sides of my slit, I caught her eye and she winked me a cheeky wink and looked back to her work. I watched her on the screen as she inched closer to my pussy lips and now erect clitty. I tried not to get aroused but my body was reacting to the feelings and my head was trying to tell it not to. I was in danger and probably about to be raped even though there was no violence involved. It was a calm atmosphere, almost clinical. I was still terrified but knew my pussy was swelling and becoming wet.

I looked away to Pooja and the men and wished I hadn't. The remaining young girl had removed her bra and was on her knees in front of one of the men. I watched as she looked up at him and removed his tight boxer shorts. Pooja said something to her and she moved to the side. I realised it was so I could see what she was doing. The guy was semi hard and only about three inches long and completely shaved. The girl opened her mouth and sucked him inside in one swift movement. She continued to suck him as I felt Stacey finally touch my pussy lips and start to massage them. I jumped back a little with surprise but then relaxed so much I almost let out a gasp of pleasure. I managed to hide it.

I watched the young girl sucking the guy's cock, balls to tip as he slowly fucked her mouth. He was rock hard now but still only small, which surprised me given his muscular build. She started licking his balls slowly as Stacey's attention reached my now throbbing clitty. She was barely touching me but gently massaging my engorged genitals like an expert. I felt a trickle of liquid run from my pussy down to my ass and hoped it was the massage oil. I knew it wasn't and remembered what Pooja said about rape and being wet. I kicked myself for allowing it to happen but I had no control over my body. I also knew I was going to climax if Stacey carried on much longer. I could feel it building inside me, despite my predicament.

There was a loud CLAP as Pooja clapped her hands together. It snapped me back to reality

"Stacey, is she ready?" she asked.

"Yes Miss Pooja," she replied. She moved in and kissed my mound tenderly and then moved away and took her stool with her.

"Dan! You're up first. Give her a good fucking, Stacey's got her nice and juicy for you."

Dan laughed and moved towards me. I tried to back up but couldn't move. I started to panic and breathed faster, "No please don't. Let me go. I'm not going to let you fuck me. Fucking let me go."

Pooja stood next to me, sneering. She reached down and touched between my pussy lips. I felt how wet my slit was as she ran her finger from bottom to top.

She laughed, "It's not rape." and sucked her wet finger.

She looked at Dan, "Fuck her," she ordered.

Dan grinned and got himself between my spread legs looking down at my shaved hole. I saw him grab his shaft as he lined it up with my hole and touched the head of his cock onto my wet lips.

"NO. FUCK OFF," I shouted almost hysterical. I spat in his face and moved as far away as I could. "GET OFF ME, FUCK OFF, I WONT LET YOU."

I tensed my pussy muscles to try and keep him out but it was useless.

He gasped as he entered me, "You did get her nice and wet Stacey, well done, she's so fucking tight too."

I started crying, tears running down my face as I resigned myself to being fucked by Dan. He fucked me slowly, pulling all the way out and then going back in balls deep into my wetness. I couldn't keep my pussy walls tensed any longer and finally relaxed as he slowly violated my body.

He felt me relax and laughed, "I preferred it when you were tightening down on me Kajal."

I felt sick at him using my name, he was only a small dicked man but I still felt every stroke. He was fucking me for about five minutes before I realised he had no condom on. I went berserk again. I pleaded with Pooja to make him stop.

"Pooja pleeease make him stop, he's not even wearing a condom, I don't want to get pregnant."

"You lying little bitch," she hissed "You're on birth control, we have your pills from your bag, we're not stupid. I told you we hacked your life. Keep going Dan, cum in her."

I closed my eyes and sobbed.

There was nothing I could do but lie there, feeling his cock get harder and his balls tighten as he quickened his pace. I knew what was coming.

"You fucking filthy bastard," I shouted, spitting at him again, "Don't you dare fucking cum in me, you small dicked fucker, get the fuck out of me."

It was too late. I watched in disgust as he threw his head back and sighed and thrust as far into me as he could. I felt his tiny cock pulse seven or eight times as he ejaculated inside me. The first time any man had. I burst into tears again, squeezing my pelvic floor to try and expel him and his seed.

Pooja laughed, "See it wasn't so bad, was it? Good boy Dan, how was she?"

Dan still had his little cock inside me, going limp, "Delicious," he smiled as he slowly pulled out of me.

"Fuck you," I snapped spitting in Pooja's face.

"Such a charming girl," she said condescendingly, wiping the spit off her cheek.

I felt Dan's cum draining from me as I pushed and bore down to push it out of me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Pooja, "My boys only get bigger as we move forward, you might be glad of the extra lubrication."

"Make this stop," I pleaded.

"What's the matter with you, it's just sex Kajal. Come on, tell me you didn't feel a little tingle when he shot his load into you."

"Maybe a little, but that's not the point," I answered, "it doesn't mean I'm willing."

"Some girls would love to be in your position, no strings attached, just a quick fuck from strangers, just relax and enjoy yourself." she said.

I didn't reply but thought that maybe she was right. I was wet after all and I was getting the tell-tale signs of an orgasm building from my belly. I wasn't going to tell Pooja that though.

She called over to the girl on her knees. She was stroking the next guy's shaft and licking the tip of his cock.

"Is he ready Kate?"

"Yes Miss Pooja," she giggled, releasing his cock.

"Your turn Steve," she said, beckoning him over.

He was shaved like Dan but bigger. Maybe five inches and a little thicker. I looked in horror as he came over smiling at me.

"Round two Kajal," he said in a gruff voice.

He looked me up and down and along the length of my legs left to right as they were spread out in front of him. His gaze settled predictably on my wet pussy and he licked his lips

I glanced at the video screen and looked at my slit glistening with my wet juices and Dan's spunk. It must be exactly what Steve could see and was all the invitation he needed.

As with Dan, he lined himself up, but parted my labia slightly with his glans, sliding them up and down and over my clitty. He was more the size I was used to, the same as my ex-boyfriend who had fucked me six times in the missionary position, in the dark just as Pooja had mocked me. I had written it in my diary. She was telling the truth about reading it. Steve slid his cock back down to the entrance of my pussy and pushed inside me. Again I tensed to keep him out and although he was bigger than Dan he still slipped in easily into my well lubricated passage.

"Fuuuuuuck she's tight, Dan you were right," he said, "and you've certainly lubed her up nicely for me."

He pulled all the way out and rubbed the head of his spunky cock on my clit again. He tried to catch my eye but I turned away and looked at the video screen. I watched the screen as he continued to rub the head of his cock on my clit, up and down, side to side commenting on how cute I looked.

"You're much better close up Kajal, lovely tits, what are you a B cup? And such a gorgeous cunt, all pouting and pink. I'm going to enjoy emptying my balls inside you."

I ignored him, but can't deny feeling a little flattered and turned on by his comments.

"And look at your little puckered asshole, oh my, seems a shame to waste that."

"Don't you fucking dare," I snapped, "You fucking basted."

Pooja jumped in, "Steve! No anal! Pussy fucking only, remember?"

Steve laughed, "Maybe next time Kajal," and he slid his cock back inside me.

Despite what was happening to me Steve had aroused me from his attention on my clit and I could feel a climax slowly building. I willed it away. I had been close to cumming from Stacey's massage and I was now feeling it again. There was no violence or threats made, which made it a little more reassuring that I wasn't in any danger. I was helpless and they knew it. He fucked me slow with long strokes, occasionally slipping out of me and going at my clit. I watched on the screen, not wanting to look at him even though he was quite handsome. He fucked me for about five minutes before I felt him tense and I knew he was going to fill me with my second load of sperm. Unlike Dan he pulled his cock out so just the tip was inside me and started to cum, after the first spurt he pushed into me and I saw on the screen as cum spewed out of my swollen hole. I felt him keep on spurting until he was drained and he pulled his wet slimy cock from my body. I again pushed his seed out of me and watched on the screen as his thick spunk oozed down over my asshole and onto the chair before finally dripping onto the floor in long stingy lines. I felt so defiled, used, just a fuck hole for them, but in a way I liked the feeling.

"Pooja bent down between my legs and took a closer look, "My god Steve, it looks like you needed that, have you been saving it up? What a nice big sticky load, Kajal you should be grateful, what do you say to Steve."

"Fuck you, you cunt," I shouted Spitting at Pooja once again. There was no way I was going to thank him for spunking inside me without my permission, even if it did feel nice. My spit hit her on her blouse. She brushed it off and looked over at the next guy. He had his boxers off and Kate was bent over in front of him facing me. She smiled and winked at me. Wiggling her ass at the next guy. She moved to the side and I saw my next attacker's cock. Unlike the others he was not circumcised, he was shaved and had low hanging balls. His cock was thick and about seven inches long. It looked slick and wet and I realised he'd been fucking Kate from behind while Steve was exploding inside me. Kate turned and kissed his shaft.

"Jack! Your turn big boy," Pooja said nodding in my direction.

"Enough now," I protested, "I can't take anymore, let me go please, I'm begging you."

"Beautiful natural reaction Kajal, our clients will love you," she laughed, "Just sit back and enjoy it, he's an average size and I know you can take it."

It was bigger than I'd had but somehow I did want it inside me.

Jack approached pulling at his foreskin to expose his glans. It was thicker than I thought when he got closer. He held his foreskin back and slid straight into me without hesitation or saying a word. I tried once again to clamp my pussy walls shut but he was too strong and I was too slimy for it to make any difference. It took me by surprise how nice it felt, smooth and thick. I felt his balls against my sticky thighs and ass cheeks. He pulled out as slowly as he had pushed in and rubbed it against my clit as Steve had done. He rubbed my juice and the other mens spunk all over my clit and I closed my eyes trying not to become too aroused by it. I felt my clit tingling and knew I was close to orgasm. He kept on going sensing my climax. I tried to pull away but couldn't. I opened my eyes, Pooja was standing watching me, she could sense it too. She watched as Jack continued his assault on my throbbing clitty.

"Hahaha," she mocked, "going to cum are we Kajal? I told you it wasn't rape."

She was right but I ignored her and looked between my legs at Jacks cock on my clit. He was wanking himself off with his tip resting on my clit, pleasuring us both at the same time. I could smell spunk and my musky pussy scent as I craned my neck off the headrest to get a better look.

"She's enjoying it Jack, make her cum."

I was enjoying it. I could feel it, any second now. Feeling it building from my stomach, I finally let it go. I started to buck and my pussy walls contracted in a rhythm. I was having an orgasm from Jack forcing himself on me and I could do nothing to stop it. I gasped as Jack stuck his thick member back into me. I thought my orgasm would end as he left my clit alone but it only intensified when I felt my contracting cunt sucking him inside me. I came so hard I'd thought I'd break my restraints, as it washed over me in waves. Seeing me cum and feeling my contracting pussy making me tighter, was too much for Jack and he started to cum. He timed his cum thrust wrong as I moved and writhed on the chair and his cock slipped out. His first three squirts hit my labia, ass hole and clit before he managed to get it back into my pulsating hole. He finished with at least ten more spurts inside me as my own orgasm subsided. I lay there panting and sweating with Pooja staring at me.

"You fucking little slut," she snorted, "You fucking love it don't you? You climaxed like a whore, how can this be rape when you react like that? Our clients will go berserk when they see you."

"It is rape," I panted, "gang rape actually, I have no control over my body, it just happened."

Jack spoke for the first time, "Fucking hell her pussy gripped so tight, I couldn't hold off, sorry Miss Pooja I was hoping to give more of a show."

"You were a bit premature, maybe you shouldn't have fucked Kate beforehand. At least you made her cum Jack, so you're forgiven, besides you look to have made a nice mess down there, pull out slowly and lets have a look at her," Pooja said looking at Jack.

Jacks cocked slurped out of me, already going limp, coated in my cum and the cum of three men. I looked at the close up on the screen as Pooja got between my legs again for a viewing.

My slit was shiny and pink, I had cum splattered on my clit and outer labia and on the inside of my thighs. My inner labia were swollen and covered in thick spunk. My hole was open slightly from Jacks thick cock and cum slowly dripped from me onto the chair. I didn't push this load out as I was spent and had no energy.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Pooja, "Now THAT is a fucking sexy creampie, wouldn't you agree Kajal?"

"If you say so," I said, "I wouldn't know as I don't let men cum in me."

"Well you've just taken three big loads in your cunt and you definitely enjoyed it based on that orgasm you've just had."

Jack squeezed the last drops of cum out of his cock and flicked it onto my pussy before he walked away.

"Just look how sexy you look on film," she pointed at the screens.

"Are we done," I asked ignoring her, "Let me go now, you've got what you wanted."

"Done? No of course we're not done! You've got to take a fucking from Brad and Richard yet."

"Kate, Stacey, how's he doing over there," she asked looking back to the seating area.

 

[hotaks]

I looked over and wished I hadn't. I had never seen a cock so big. He had two girls to get him going. Stacey had her little tits in his face which the guy was sucking on greedily, while Kate was on her knees, once again, cupping his huge balls. His cock was nine inches long and two inches thick and I watched in disbelief as Kate slid his entire length down her throat without a second thought. I almost gagged just watching it.

"Holy fuck," I said out loud.

"She has skills doesn't she?" Pooja laughed, "He's going to slide that inside you Kajal, just like the others did, are you excited?"

"Keep that fucker away from me," I protested "I've done enough now."

"Brads not that big," she smirked, "Richard is much bigger."

"No please Pooja, I can't take that."

Kate throated Brad's cock in and out like a professional cock sucker.

"Awwww poor little Kajal scared of Brad's nine incher," she mocked.

"It's too long and thick, he'll hurt me."

"You'll be amazed how wide a pussy can stretch," she said, "and I did warn you not to push all that semen out of you, you'll need all the lube you can get."

She looked back to the seating area, "Richard stand up and show her what she's in for after Brads done with her."

Richard stood up in his tight boxers and grabbed his bulge. It truly was enormous and it was still not fully hard. He dropped his boxers and it sprang free, at least eleven inches and fatter than Brads, at least the thickness of a beer can.

I burst into tears again, "No Pooja, please don't let him fuck me," I sobbed.

She ignored me, "Kate bring Brad over, he might need your help with this one, her fuck holes tight."

She lead him over with his huge dick in her tiny hand. He got between my legs.

"Don't be scared," he said in an un-expectantly soft voice, "just relax and it won't hurt."

I tried to back up and fought my restraints again but could only back up three inches as he pulled his foreskin back revealing a very large bulbous helmet wider that his shaft.

"Hold her lips open Kate," said Pooja softly, moving in for a closer look.

Kate moved to my side and leaned over with both hands spreading my labia open, so far that it hurt. She struggled due to the amount of cum all over me, making it slippery for her to keep hold.

"That's it Kate good girl, keep her like that," said Pooja. She looked at my frightened face and smiled.

"Take it slow Brad, fuck her with it, stretch her out for Richard."

"NO NO NO. DON'T. PLEASE," I whimpered as I felt his helmet rub over my lips and clit. I tensed and clamped my pussy walls once again but had no strength left, from the other three men that had already violated me.

"Relax or it will be more painful," said Pooja, touching my forehead.

"FUCK YOU, LET ME GO. NO"

Brad pushed forward locating my hole. I felt my pussy stretching as he inched into me. I was resisting him by tensing but in the end I had no strength left and relaxed. He slid into me halfway and stopped.

I cried out in pain and thought he had split me

"There you go," said Pooja, "I told you to relax."

"He's split me," I cried.

"Stupid girl," she snapped, "look at the screen."

I glanced over and saw my pussy spread and held open by his thick manhood. It was gripping him and cum was oozing out as he pushed in further. I got instantly wetter. It looked so sexy and although it hurt, it hurt in a good way, almost pleasurable.

"She's got a lot of cum in her," said Brad, as he pushed in further still.

I was amazed at the sight of my cunt stretching to take such a monster and almost forgot about the pain. He went in more and I felt his balls bump against me. He was in as far as he could go, his helmet pushing against the limits of my vaginal passage and my cervix. I breathed out which must have been visible to Pooja.

"She's just juiced up all over my cock," laughed Brad.

"Good girl Kajal, I told you could take it, your little pussy seems to like it, can't you feel how juicy you just got?" Pooja jokes.

I was panting fast taking the pain and the sensation of such a huge member inside me. It hurt but I felt so full it was hard to describe. My face relaxed slightly as he started to withdraw it. I felt like the vacuum of my pussy was sucking him back in and thought he was going to pull my insides out, until he finally withdrew completely with a loud wet sucking sound.

My body relaxed completely and I felt empty.

I must have looked disappointed because Pooja sensed my emptiness.

"And now you want it back inside you don't you, you dirty little bitch? Look at the screen," she said.

I did I as I was told.

"See! Your little whore hole is back to normal, no damage done."

She was right, my pussy was a little pinker than before but looked normal. It was oozing with my girl goo mixed with semen and looked extremely erotic.

Pooja looked at Brad, "She can take it, fuck her and lube her up with spunk ready for Richard." I looked on as she walked away with Kate.

I braced myself as he pushed back into me, I watched my pussy lips yield and stretch on the screen as I felt full once more. There was a wet slurping noise as the air and cum was pushed from my hole and his tip touched my cervix again. I sighed a blissful sigh and Brad laughed.

"You love it don't you," he whispered, "my nine inch cock tickling your womb? Dirty little slut."

"No, you're still raping me" I lied to myself.

I did love it, the full feeling, the erotic sight of my cunt stretching from the close up on the camera, the feeling of getting wetter by the second as my body reacted to a thick cock inside me. He started fucking me, pulling all the way out and all the way back in. He too rubbed my clit with the tip of his cock, now and then, trying and get me off. He didn't need to, five minutes of attacking my cunt and I was feeling my second climax building. I tried to hide it but my eyes gave me away. Pooja was watching my face on the screen and looked over to me smiling.

She walked over, "Again? So soon? Wow, your body loves big cock after all Kajal," she said laughing. "How can this be gang rape, when you're juicy as a peach and you've cum once already? Admit it you're enjoying this."

I wasn't about to admit it, but I was enjoying it now. "You fucking bitch," I said, "you're as bad as they are for arranging this gang rape, and that's what it is gang rape, you sick fucks, my wetness and orgasm is a body reaction, of course I'm not fucking enjoying it." I lied.

I felt Brads cock pumping in and out of me in a steady rhythm and felt my climax building with each stroke.

"My oh my what a lying whore you've turned out to be Kajal. You're going to cum again, I know it, Brad knows it and you know it, so don't lie. It's a fact that most women can climax from clitoral stimulation, but not many from just being fucked."

She looked at Brad. "Good boy Brad, no more clitty play for her, make her cum from penetration, she's close now, finish her off."

I closed my eyes hoping my feelings would subside, but they were building with every thrust. I felt the emptiness as he withdrew and the fullness as his balls hit my sloppy ass cheeks. Empty, full, empty, full. In, out, in, out.

"Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" I said out loud, without realising.

"Filthy Slut!" said Pooja, with venom.

Hearing her call me a slut like that sent me over the edge and a huge wave of pleasure hit me like a wall, over and over, wave after wave, I soaked his cock with each contraction of my pussy. I cried out in pleasure and pain as my fuck hole got tighter with each wave.

"Cum in her Brad, fill her up," said Pooja with excitement.

"Oh fuck!" cried brad, as threw his head back and thrust once more as deep as he could.

I felt his cum splatter against my cervix with huge force, warm and sticky. He pulled all the way out and I watched as he spurted a huge stream of boiling hot spunk onto my abused hole before he pushed back in again. He repeated this five times as I bucked like a mule in the chair. A squirt deep inside me followed by a squirt on my pussy. He finally finished with the last few spurts inside me. I felt his cock pulsating in time with my pussy contractions, as if my cunt muscles were milking his balls dry, sucking it inside me like Kate had done with her skilful mouth.

He kept it inside me as we both recovered. We looked each other in the eye and I smiled a shy smile at him.

"Fuck me, you're tight," he laughed, "incredible pussy skills Kajal, you're like a milking machine when you orgasm."

"Body reaction, I have no control," I said out of breath.

"I must have cum a bucket load inside you, your cunt sucked me dry."

"Wow what a show," said Pooja with glee, bringing me back down to earth, "you're maybe the best we've had, the clients will fucking love you. Brad pull out slowly. We need a good shot of this on camera, let's see her cummy hole."

I turned to the screen, actually wanting to see it for myself. He slowly pulled his softening dick from my tired hole, pulling with it my clear orgasmic juices mixed with Brads sticky cum. His cock was shiny with creamy blobs all over it and as it flopped out of me there was a huge gush of creamy fluid. It stuck to my lips and slowly dripped down my to butt hole. My whole genital area was a mess of spunky residue. My clit was covered and poking out like a kidney bean, my labia were puffy and red with slimy jizz, defying gravity, refusing to drip off.

Pooja let out a blissful gasp, "Wow! Just wow! That's exactly what we're looking for, look at that, freshly fucked pussy creampie, well done Brad, amazing cum load."

"Thank you Miss Pooja," he said and walked off wiping his cock with his hands.

"Still think its rape?" she said looking me in the eye.

I didn't answer, I just started her in the face.

"You've just had what I'm guessing is the biggest orgasm of your life, am I right?"

I still said nothing. She was right. 'Fucking bitch' I thought to myself.

"A huge climax from penetrative sex alone, quite a rare occurrence."

I looked away from the screens. I gazed at the close up of my face, I looked a mess, make up running down my face, sweaty, my hair was wet. I looked like a rape victim even if I was beginning to feel that maybe I wasn't one. I looked to the screen with my pussy close up. I could see the sex juices of male and female slowly dripping off me. My pussy had finally stopped twitching. The smell of cum and sex was filling the room. I was exhausted from my two massive climaxes and somehow felt content.

"Kate?" Pooja said looking over to the seating area, "bring Richard over, and bring Natalie with you"

'Shit' I thought, I've got to take an even bigger one.

He still had his boxer shorts on. Natalie and Kate bought him over arm in arm. He stood in front of me, his bulge looked soft. The girls pulled his shorts down and he stepped out of them. Kate helped Natalie out of her bra and panties and they all stood there naked. Kate took Natalie's knickers and held them up to Richards nose. He breathed deeply burying his nose into the flimsy gusset. I watched as his cock twitched into life, like throwing a switch. Natalie giggled and both girls dropped to their knees.

Pooja moved over and stood behind Richard, "Nat has an intoxicating scent Kajal, men buy her used panties every day of the week."

The two girls stroked his hardening cock between them. Nat at the base and Kate at the tip.

Slobbering on their hands to make him slippery. He was circumcised like the first two with a huge tight ball sack.

"Would you like to smell her scent Kajal," she said, taking the panties off Richard and walking round behind my head.

"No!" I said forcefully "I wouldn't, I'm not that way inclined, I'm straight."

She stretched the flimsy g string out so I could see the gusset. It was sopping wet and slimy.

"She is very easily turned on as you can see, she leaks into her knickers all day long," she said softly, as she bought them closer to my nose, "seeing your performance has made her incredibly fragrant."

I could already smell her pussy on the fabric and it was still six inches away. I couldn't see my next attacker as it was obscured by Natalie's underwear but I could hear slurping and sucking noises as they went to work on his cock. I tried to move my head away from the wet material but she moved them closer still. Two inches from my face, I could smell her as if her aroused cunt was in front of me. Musky, sweet, light perfume, the true scent of a woman. I wanted to smell her properly and felt light headed. I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable.

She snatched them away and laughed.

"Straight are you?" she mocked, "fucking lying again."

'Fucking tease' I thought.

I looked back to Richard who was now fully hard and enormous. His cock was between the two girls' mouths. It looked like they were kissing each other but Richards cock was between their lips. They couldn't suck him due to the size, so they went along its length sucking it together. He was at least eleven inches long and three inches thick. I'd never seen anything like it.

My heart ponded at the thought of him fucking me. I was apprehensive and excited all at the same time. Could I take it? I guess I was about to find out.

Stacey pulled a chair over and put in front of me at an angle. She put one leg on the chair and bent forward and leant her elbows on the back rest, showing me her bald pussy, looking back at me and smiling. She had small inner lips and puffy outer ones. She was slick and shiny between her legs.

Pooja was still behind me with Kates G string in her hand, "Show time," she said.

The girls got up and walked back to the seating area as Richard and his massive member moved closer still.

He ignored me and stood behind Stacey lining his cock up with her slimy slit. She parted her butt cheeks with one hand and flicked her head to get her hair out of her face. Richard turned and looked at me for a split second and then he shoved his full length inside Stacey in one movement.

I gasped in amazement and Stacey groaned with pleasure. She stuck her ass out and arched her back with grace, as he started to fuck her with his monster cock. I had a perfect view as he slid in and out and I saw how wet she must have been. His cock was shiny and smooth.

"She has skills too," Pooja giggled.

"You're not kidding," I said in amazement.

I felt my clit grow and my pussy twitch and moisten as he speeded up his assault on the tiny girls hole. The whole time Stacey never took her eyes off me, a look of utter lust and ecstasy on her face as she took all he had.

Without being touched at all, I felt my orgasm building from the visual excitement and my whole body tingled as it yearned for stimulation. I shifted in my chair slightly and sighed.

Pooja sensed it and said, "I know what you want."

"I don't want anything," I lied, watching Stacey reach between her legs and rub herself.

"You're jealous, you want him inside you, admit it," whispered Pooja.

"Don't be stupid," I lied again. I did want it, I needed some form of stimulation to get me off and I was past caring now. I needed fucking.

"You want to feel him stretch your little cunt open as he fills your hole with that beast of a cock."

Her words were turning me on like I couldn't believe. Dirty talk and a live sex show were getting me off but I needed him inside me.

"You want him to violate your fuck hole and fill you with his sticky hot cum don't you, you little whore?" she whispered seductively.

"All you have to do is ask and I'll make him fuck you," she said holding Nat's panties out to me again.

I got a sniff of her pussy scent again. The smell, the live sex show, Pooja's dirty talk, it was all getting to me. I wanted his cock so badly.

"Ask me," she said, bringing the panties closer.

I stretched to get nearer to the G string in her hand. My pussy was dripping wet again, from cum and my own excitement. I couldn't hold on much longer I needed release, I needed to climax like my life depended on it.

"Ask me," she said again more forcefully.

I gave in, "Make him fuck me," I said.

"Manners?"

"Please make him fuck me," I begged.

She nodded at Richard. He withdrew from Stacey's snatch and turned to line up with my spunky hole. Stacey held his cock and guided him in. He was fucking huge, but I wanted it more than anything. I felt myself moving towards him to make him enter me sooner.

"Fuck her," said Pooja, as she clamped Nat's soaked knickers over my mouth and nose.

He pushed in harder than the others had. I was relaxed and still it hurt like hell. I tried to cry out but the G string muffled my scream. I was breathing fast through the material and could smell Nat's heavenly cunt. The battering ram sized cock pushed in as far as it could and I started to cum instantly.

"That's it you little whore," said Pooja, "Take him inside, feel him stretch you out, you fucking love it."

His balls hadn't touched my ass yet, so it wasn't fully inside me, but it was all I could take. He pulled out and back in, out and back in, over and over as I came all over his cock.

"Mmmmmm you're cumming hard Kajal, soak his cock, sniff those panties, doesn't she smell good?" she continued with her filthy talk.

I nodded.

My senses were overloaded from the sound of Pooja's dirty mouth and slurping noises of my pussy, mixed with the scent of Nat's wet panties and the feeling of utter fulfilment from my overstretched fuck hole. I came for what felt like five minutes bucking, writhing screaming in pleasure and pain, struggling to breath. I looked at the screen and saw my poor pussy red and stretched thin taking a punishing from his eleven inch cock. It looked amazing.

Unlike the others, he slowed down when he was about to cum and pushed the full length into me, his balls slapping against my ass at last. Then I felt it. A huge throb from his shaft as he deposited his first shot against my cervix.

"That's it slut, feel him empty his balls inside you," said Pooja, "He's got a nice big load of cum for your hungry little cunt."

He pumped another into me and then pulled out slightly. Two more spurts as he was withdrawing. His pulsing cock looked like a snake shedding its skin. My full passage couldn't contain all of his cum and it starting spilling out between my lips and his shaft. I watched his shaft pump twice more as he continued to withdraw. Eight inches of cock hanging out of me and he was still pumping cum into my hole, I thought it would never end. He finally pulled out after ten big squirts and shot four more over my stomach and pussy. I felt semen trickling out of me and thought I must be gaping. My pussy was hanging open. It was very red, puffy and cummy but looked sexier than ever before.

Pooja released Nats dirty knickers from my face and moved down to take a look.

"Oh. My. God." she exclaimed, "what a cummy mess Kajal, look at your poor little abused pussy."

"I can see it," I said coyly, out of breath.

"Beautiful isn't it," she said, getting an even closer look ,"excellent show Richard, it went as we expected, she begged for it," she looked me in the eye.

I looked away, feeling ashamed at what I'd done.

"Awwwww don't be shy now you little slut," she said in a cutesy voice "poor little Kajal begs to be fucked and then feels dirty."

"Fuck off Pooja," I said "It wasn't like that, it's still rape." I knew it wasn't.

"It's not fucking rape you lying little whore, you loved it in the end, maybe not to begin with, but you just came three times as the cocks got bigger and you begged for the last one."

"It wasn't like that," I said again defiantly.

"It was exactly like that, we've got it on film," she laughed "Make him fuck me, that's what you said."

I didn't answer. Just looked away as she continued to stare at my messy over fucked gash.

"We're done here," she said, "you can push the cum out of you if you like it'll be good for the cameras".

I looked at my abused pussy as I pushed and bore down to expel the creamy juices. It spewed out of me in an endless river of white sticky fluid and dripped down my ass crack, onto the chair and then onto the floor in stringy ropes. I finished with a wet pussy fart as the last of it left my exhausted body, leaving cum bubbles round my hole.

"Good girl Kajal, absolutely perfect," she said, licking her lips, "and a cute little fart from your pussy too, delicious."

"Are you going to let me go now?" I said, finally getting my breath back.

"Yes, of course, you've been an amazing little movie star for our clients, they'll pay good money for the film when I tell them about you."

"I just want to go home," I said, "you can do what you want with the video, so long as no one I know sees it."

"No one will see it unless they pay on the dark web. I have to warn you now Kajal ,tell no-one of what happened here," said Pooja in a stern voice, "if I find out you've told a soul, I'll bring your mother or sister in here and make you watch while Richard fucks their ass. Do you understand?"

"Please no," I cried, "I won't tell a soul I swear."

"Then we understand each other?" she said.

"Yes I'll tell no-one I promise."

Pooja looked over to Kate and nodded. She walked over to the cupboard and came back with a syringe with liquid in it.

"What the fuck," I said, suddenly worried again, "What is this?"

Kate positioned the needle against my arm and pricked me with it. She pushed the plunger and the clear liquid was injected into me. I felt instantly woozy and the room started spinning.

"See you soon sweet Kajal," said Pooja, in a sinister tone as she walked away. That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

*****

I woke up on my sofa, as if nothing had happened. I was wearing the same clothes, the empty wine glass was on the table. Had I dreamt it?

I moved to get up and felt a pain in my lower abdomen. No it wasn't a dream my pussy muscles ached. I took off my jeans and knickers and went to the mirror. Even walking was uncomfortable.

I had been shaved and my labia was red and swollen and felt tender to touch. I felt slightly bruised inside. My hair and makeup were back to normal as though nothing had happened. My pussy was moist but clean with no signs of the huge amount of cum I had taken. I had very mixed feelings about what had happened. In one way I felt used, degraded, ashamed and violated in every possible way. Yet somehow I felt content, fulfilled, naughty and sexy that I had done what I had done. What started out as a terrifying experience ended with the most pleasurable feelings I had ever experienced from sex. I was exhausted so I pulled my knickers back on and went to bed. I fell into a very relaxed and restful sleep wondering if they would come for me again.

To be continued…

 

[hotaks]

It had been three months since my encounter with Pooja and her sordid team. I still had mixed feelings about it all. It has started out as a gang rape, but in the end I was begging to be fucked. Five men had forced themselves on me and all of them had ejaculated inside me without my consent. I was terrified at the beginning of my ordeal, but loved it at the end. It had all been filmed in some sort of clinical room, for the entertainment of Pooja's clients and although I had trawled the internet I had never found the video. It was as though it had never happened.

I had continued my electronic diary, noting my sexual encounters, although that incident hadn't been included.

Now three months later I had woken up in the same clinical padded room as before. Same grey floor tiles, same cameras and TV screens showing my body spread out naked for all to see. My heart sank.

'How did this happen again?' I said to myself in my head 'I thought they were done with me.'

I was strapped onto a bench, on my back this time. The bench was once again cream leather and was the same width as my body. My wrists were strapped up to my elbows, with my arms by my sides. My legs were spread wide open in stirrups, as before and strapped from my ankles up to my knees. I could move a lot more than last time, but only by siding forwards or backwards. If I slid backwards my head flopped off the bench. Around my neck was a white diamanté studded dog collar, attached to a chain which went through a hole in the bench. The chain was slack and rattled and clanked underneath me, as I lifted my head to see the rest of the room.

The TV screens showed wide angle shots of me, as well as close ups of my breasts, pussy and face. It was obvious they had bought me back for another film session, to be fucked again or worse.

I lay there not moving for about ten minutes. I watched my chest rise and fall with my breathing, as I looked at myself on the screen. I examined my body as though I was watching someone else on a TV show. I was in good shape and felt pleased with how I looked. I could see the close up of my boobs, soft and firm with my small dark nipples. I scanned another screen and looked at my bald vulva. I never usually got the chance to look closely at my pussy and found it interesting to see it in such detail. My small outer labia gave way to my inner lips, protruding slightly all pink and pouting. My clitoral hood, slightly darker, hiding my little bean. I tensed and watched my pussy twitch ever so slightly and then released. I did it again and again and smiled to myself. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I was startled when the door opened behind me and heard footsteps. I stopped twitching and turned my head to see who it was. I wasn't surprised by who I saw.

"Kajal, how lovely to see you again," it was Pooja.

"What am I doing here again!" I snapped, "You had your film and I thought you were done with me."

"I said I would see you again soon Kajal, you didn't think that was it did you."

"Yes, I did, now let me go."

She looked down at me as she came level with the bench, dressed in the same white blouse and short black skirt as before. She had what looked like a remote control in her hand. She walked round me giving me the once over, like a lion looking at her prey.

"Still as sexy as ever, aren't you?" she said, "and nice to see you've kept on shaving that little pussy of yours too, saves us from doing it for you again."

"I prefer it like that now," I replied.

"At least you've learnt something then," she said, "you've got a gorgeous body Kajal, perky breasts, toned long firm legs, and such a pretty face, big hazel eyes, full lips, you're a real cutie aren't you." she was starting to sound seductive.

"Our clients loved your last session, said you were the best ever, such natural reactions of both fear and pleasure, do you remember how much you loved it?" she asked.

"Fuck you Pooja, I kept my promise and told no-one, now let me go, and no I didn't love it," I lied.

"Well, I've watched the footage several times and I can assure you, you looked in ecstasy when you took the third, fourth and fifth cocks inside you."

"Get off on it did you?" I asked.

"Not as much as you did," she scoffed, "but yes it did turn me on," she pulled up a stool and sat next to me, "I was soaking wet after we finished filming you that day."

"Glad you liked it," I said sarcastically.

"It had a good response from our clients."

"I never found it on the internet."

"You wouldn't, it's on a secure server on the dark web and only good paying clients have access to it. You obviously looked then? Curious to see how you looked or did you want to reminisce?"

I turned quickly and said, "You really are a fucking bitch, aren't you Pooja."

She pulled away slightly, startled at my reaction, then leant forward again, opening her legs slightly. I got a glimpse of her black lace panties up her skirt. They looked expensive. I looked away quickly.

"That's not a very nice thing to call me Kajal," she replied, looking hurt, "after all I've done for you."

"You've done nothing for me," I replied, "unless you think letting men rape me is a favour."

"It wasn't rape and you know it. Anyway you're now capable of being fucked by very large cocks," she said, "you would have been too timid and scared to attempt it otherwise."

"I would have been fine, I would have done it in my own time," I said, looking up her skirt again.

She caught me looking and whispered, "Do you like what you see up there?"

I looked away and started to blush.

"Oh, you don't. It's ok, I don't mind. Have you ever been with a woman Kajal?" she asked.

"No. I haven't been with a woman, I'm straight remember," I replied sternly.

"Oh wait, no of course not, I'd have read it in your stupid diary," she laughed.

"You're still hacking my life then?" I asked.

"I look from time to time at your diary, it's quite boring," she answered, "and you're not straight, I remember what happened last time. You were sniffing Natalie's panties, while you came over Richard's cock, you couldn't get enough of it."

"You made me sniff them, clamping them to my nose, while I was force fucked," I hissed back at her.

"It looked like the smell of her pussy tipped you over the edge to me," she laughed.

"If you say so," I said.

"Facts are facts," she said, standing up and moving the stool out of the way.

"Let's give you a closer look up my skirt, shall we? You seem to be interested in what's up there," she said, putting her legs either side of my head, hitching up her skirt slightly and looking down at my face.

I turned my head away and moved to the left.

She pressed the button on the remote control in her hand. There was a whirring noise and the chain clanked underneath the chair. It slowly pulled on my dog collar, as it forced my head back onto the bench, making me look directly up at her panty clad pussy. It started to pull tighter around my neck and I felt it choking me. She let it choke me for a few seconds before turning it off and releasing the slack again.

I coughed and gasped for breath.

"Don't turn away from me Kajal," she scolded, "look up between my legs, this is what you wanted to see, right?"

"What the fuck?" I said, finally getting my breath back, "are you trying to strangle me or something?"

"It's a discipline thing," she said, "even dogs can be trained to understand that if they're bad they get a pull on the choke chain, you will learn too."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, taking up the slack on the chain and turning my head again.

She hit the button again and the whir, clank, choke was repeated.

"Look between my legs Kajal," she ordered, as I fought for breath. "Don't make me have to treat you like a dog."

She left it choking me a while longer this time before releasing it. I coughed and tried to catch my breath. I had no choice but to obey her.

I looked directly up her long slender thighs to the heart of her being, covered by her tiny lace knickers. They were about twelve inches above me.

"Good girl, that's better," she said.

Her knickers were almost see through and I could just about make out her mound and labia. Her underwear bulged and I could tell she had big lips in there, as the material strained to contain her.

She slowly bent her legs at the knees and lowered it nearer to my face. She stopped six inches away from my nose

"Smell my panties," she said, in a sexy voice, "it's alright they were clean this morning after my shower, go ahead smell them, see if they're as nice as Natalie's."

I turned my head away again and shuffled backwards.

Whir, clank, choke. She left it choking me for about five seconds and released again.

I couldn't help but smell her panties now as I gasped for breath. I could smell soap and the faintest scent of her pussy.

"Breathe deeply," she said, "Do you like my scent?"

"I can't really smell anything," I said, stupidly, without realising I was playing into her hands.

She dropped her lower clamping my head between her warm smooth thighs. She was well toned and athletic and surprisingly strong. Her lace covered quim was now three inches away.

"What about now?" she asked.

I breathed in through my nose and could still only smell fabric softener with a slight musky undertone. I felt slightly aroused from the whole teasing process and felt my clit and pussy lips begin to swell.

"Fabric softener," I said defiantly.

She dropped the remote on the floor in anger, reached both hands behind my head and pulled my face into her crotch.

"What about now you little bitch?" she asked again, through gritted teeth.

Her panties were very soft considering they were lace and her pussy felt spongy under the fabric. My nose was right in her crack, below her clit, as I breathed in. The arousing aroma of female genitals wafted up my nose at last.

She released my head "Well?"

"Cunt," I said, trying to be as offensive as I could.

"Well that's one thing to call it suppose," she laughed "Do you like the smell of my 'cunt' Kajal?"

"I told you I'm straight," I said.

"So you say, but that's not what I asked you, do you like the scent of a woman? That's the smell of sex."

I had to admit it was a gorgeous smell and it was arousing me.

"I suppose so," I said.

She lowered herself down again, so her pussy was resting on my nose and mouth and started to rock and back and forth grinding it into my face. I felt her clit become hard as she rubbed herself against my nose, her soft lips parting beneath the fabric.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, increasing the pressure slightly, "that's it, right there."

I'm not sure if it was her getting turned on or my hot breath against her panties, but the material was becoming damp. She started to breathe quicker, grinding her clit against my nose.

"That's it Kajal, mmmmmmmm, feels soooooo gooooood," she gasped, pulling at the waistband of her underwear, to put tension across her gusset.

I had no choice but to let her do what she was doing.

"Ooooooh fuck yeah," she cooed, "make my panties wet."

She had such a way with words. She was a good dirty talker and had the voice for it. I knew she was getting herself off at my expense, but all I could do was lay there trying to breath. My breathing was stifled by her knickers over my nose and her sexy scent was getting stronger.

"Fuuuuck.....you're such a little tease," she whispered, "you love smelling my panties, don't you."

Bang! Bang!

There was a loud knock on the door.

Pooja flinched, "For fucks sake!" she said, under her breath, sounding frustrated.

She got off my face pulling her skirt back down.

"Wait," she yelled, like a lord commanding a servant. She picked up the remote from the floor, composed herself and said, "Come in."

I suddenly realised this hadn't been part of the show, she was trying to get herself off before the show even started. Did she have some sort of girl crush on me, or did she just want a sexual release?

"Dirty fucking bitch!" I hissed at her.

She put a finger to her lips and shushed me.

She opened the door and let one girl and two men enter.

It was Stacey and two men I hadn't met before. All three were naked.

"Hi Kajal," giggled Stacey.

The two men said nothing, they were white, athletic already semi hard.

"Time for your training Kajal," said Pooja, back to her normal domineering self, "have you ever sucked a man's cock before?" she asked.

"Of course I have," I said.

"And?"

"And what?" I asked back.

"Did you make him cum? Did you let him cum in your mouth? Did you swallow it? Give me some details," she asked impatiently.

"No I didn't make him cum, not from sucking him, I don't do that, and I wouldn't swallow it even if I did let him do it in my mouth," I said, with a look of disgust in my face.

"Well you will today," she said, "show her how to suck a cock properly Stacey," she looked across to her and nodded.

Stacey dropped to her knees in front of one of the men about two feet away from me. She positioned herself so I could see her.

"She's going to show you how to deepthroat a cock Kajal," Pooja said.

Stacey grabbed his shaft at the base and started wanking him rhythmically as I watched it grow to seven inches. He was shaved and circumcised with low hanging balls. Stacey looked at me for a split second and then took it in her mouth and started bobbing her head in and out taking half of his length at a time.

"She's a very talented young girl," said Pooja, "See how she's made him hard already and now she's teasing him by only allowing half of it between her lips, he wants it balls deep but she's teasing him." She put her hands on Stacey's shoulders.

I watched as she continued to pleasure him.

"To take it deep, she will need to align her throat with her mouth and relax, like this." she said, tapping Stacey on the shoulder.

Stacey tipped her head back, opened wide and took him into her throat. She held it there as her eyes started to bulge and then took it all the way out again. She repeated this over and over as he fucked her throat right in front of me. Each time he pulled out she drooled thick saliva from her mouth and spat it back onto his cock.

I was mesmerised

"Good girl Stacey," Pooja said calmly, like a school teacher, "see how she takes it Kajal, she's resisting her gag reflex, it's not easy but takes practice, this is your training."

"I'm not sucking anyone off," I said, as I watched Stacey's expertise, "and I'm certainly not going to deepthroat anyone."

"You will do as you're told or you'll be punished," said Pooja, waving the remote at me and smiling.

Stacey continued to let the man fuck her face for a few minutes, quickening his pace. It was a very wet and sloppy blowjob and saliva hung from her chin.

"Ooooh, looks like he's almost there Stacey, that didn't take long, look Kajal he's about to cum," said Pooja excitedly.

That was quick I thought, she must be talented. He thrust in and out of her mouth five or six more times, before he started to ejaculate. Stacey sensed it and pulled his cock out, so just the tip was inside her mouth as she took his load. His cock pulsed seven or eight times as he emptied his balls between her pink lips.

"Oh fuck Stacey that was amazing," he said, "you kinky little bitch, you take me so deep."

He pulled his cock out slowly, squeezed it from the base to the tip and dripped the last drops onto her closed lips, leaving a creamy line.

"Now....Stacey has a present for you Kajal," said Pooja, "open wide."

Stacey moved over with a mouth full of fresh spunk and positioned her mouth above mine. I instinctively turned my head away.

Whir, clank, choke. Pooja hit the button on the remote. My head was pulled back, so I couldn't move.

"Naughty, naughty," Pooja laughed.

She released the choke, but didn't release the slack on the chain, so my head was pinned to the bench.

Stacey kissed me with her cum coated lips. They were soft and salty. It was the first time I had kissed a girl and I felt instantly turned on by it. I kissed her back and uncontrollably slipped my tongue in between her lips. She responded with her tongue and gravity did the rest. Hot tangy sperm leaked from her mouth into mine as our tongues explored each other's mouths. It was so erotic I felt my nipples harden and blood rush to my clit and labia. I moaned with pleasure and surprise as the salty liquid filled my mouth. He had cum a lot and I was struggling to take it all as Stacey's tongue continued to flicker inside my mouth. She pulled away slowly leaving a string of cum as thin as a spiders web between us for a split second.

I now had a mouth full of the man's cum and I fucking loved it. I never thought I would, but I did. I didn't even need to be told to swallow it. I just gulped it down like a common slut and licked my lips.

"Holy fuck," exclaimed Pooja, "I don't believe it, you little cum slut," she was as shocked as I was by my reaction to cum.

"I don't know what came over me," I said.

Pooja laughed, "You're a filthy bitch and you loved it, that's what came over you."

"That was so erotic," I said.

Pooja looked at the other man, "Tom, fuck Kajal's face," she ordered releasing the slack from my chain.

I shuffled back so my neck was hanging off the bench upside down. This aligned my mouth and throat just as Stacey had done.

The man then positioned himself behind my head and lined his cock up with my already open mouth. I wanted it so badly. He was about six inches long and already hard, from watching Stacey suck off his friend. He slowly slid his shaft into my mouth. I closed my lips round it and relaxed waiting for him to push against the back of my mouth. He stopped short and started to withdraw it.

"That's it Tom , take it slow, don't make her gag and vomit all over the floor, " said Pooja watching attentively.

Once it was out he pushed back in further, touching the back of my mouth. I didn't flinch.

Pooja looked impressed, "keep going, she's probably going to gag in a minute, but I think she likes it."

I did like it, it felt so dirty. He pushed into my throat and although it felt uncomfortable at first, it didn't make me gag. He pulled out and back in again as he started to fuck my throat deeply. Three or four strokes and then he pulled out again and stopped. I was producing saliva like never before, it was running out of the corners of my mouth and down my face.

"What the fuck?" said Pooja, in astonishment, "no gag reflex at all Kajal? Really? Are you fucking kidding me? You've never done this before?"

"No," I said, " I swear it's my first time going that deep, I've given blowjobs before, but never like this, even I'm surprised."

"Keep going Tom," she said, "but don't cum in her mouth."

"He can if he wants," I said "I don't mind."

"Shut up you slut! This is training for you," snapped Pooja, "they'll be plenty of time for that later."

He fucked my face for about two minutes and it felt incredible to take him so deep. My mouth was so sloppy with spit from my throat, I thought it must be a body reaction to try and lubricate my passage. Pooja watched with interest until she told him to pull out and move to the next stage of training. I felt disappointed that I hadn't finished the job.

"Stacey, straddle Kajal's face, like a 69 position but keep your feet on the ground," said Pooja.

Stacey did as she was told and put one leg either side of my head and bent forward. I had a perfect view of her beautiful shaven snatch. It was the first time I had inspected another woman's pussy so close and I was fascinated as I compared it to my own. She had virtually no inner lips and nice plump outer labia which looked very womanly. She lay forward putting her weight on her elbows and I felt her warm breasts rest on my stomach gently. Her face was inches from my pussy and I thought for a minute she was going to kiss it or lick me.

"I'm straight," I said to Pooja, " I'd rather suck a cock than lick her pussy."

She ignored me completely. "Tom, fuck Stacey, I know you're dying to cum."

Tom lined his cock up with her. It was shiny from my saliva and she was shiny from her own arousal. He pushed into her in one deep stroke and I loved seeing her fuck hole spread open and swallow him up.

She moaned, "Oooooooh fuck yes Tom," in a drawn out breath.

He moaned too, "Wow Stacey, soooo juicy and tight as always."

He started fucking her as I watched it, inches away from my face. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second and felt Stacey's hot breath on my pubic mound. He fucked her gently for about two minutes and I couldn't take my eyes off it. The slick cock slipping in and out of her cute hole was such a turn on.

"Beautiful isn't it," said Pooja, who was now bent down next to my head for a better look, "its making you wet Kajal isn't it?"

"No," I lied.

"Lying bitch!" she hissed, "Stacey is she wet down there?" Pooja called down to her.

Stacey put all her weight on one elbow and lifted her other arm. She pushed two fingers straight inside me without hesitation. I was absolutely soaked. I was getting more and more turned on by the second and this was the first sexual contact I'd had since I got there. I needed release, and soon.

"Oh yes, very wet miss Pooja," she giggled, as she sucked my love juice off her fingers.

"I knew you would be, how can you not be turned on seeing that," she nodded towards Toms hard shaft gliding in and out of Stacey's cooch.

His pace was increasing as I watched his balls bashing against her clit, they were tightening and I sensed he was about to cum.

"Cum inside her pussy Tom," ordered Pooja, "You know you want to."

It triggered him immediately as I watched him push deep into her and his balls started twitching as he filled her juicy cunt with his semen. I watched as he pulled half way out and then back in as he finished his last orgasmic spasms. He gasped and relaxed but left his cock inside her.

I could smell raw sex coming from the two of them. It was so arousing.

Stacey giggled, "feels warm and slippery in there," she said.

"OK. Tom pulled out of her," said Pooja.

He slid his softening cock from her tight hole with a sloppy sucking noise and he moved away.

Cum was already leaking from her pink gash and I knew what was expected of me before Pooja even spoke.

"Clean her up Kajal," demanded Pooja, "Lick that messy cum out of her."

I was so turned on I did it without question. Stacey shuffled back onto my face and stood up, arching her back to force her slimy cunt onto my open mouth. Spunk dripped into my mouth as I licked her labia. She was hot and salty, her lips were soft and smooth. I dipped my tongue inside her as far as I could to retrieve my gooey prize. I clamped my mouth onto her slit and sucked the seed out of her. It was insanely erotic, as I had never licked a pussy before in my life, so to have a cum filled cunt presented to me was intoxicating.

"You cum hungry little whore," laughed Pooja, "look at you, you can't get enough."

I finally licked all I could until I could taste only Stacey's juice which was equally as delicious as Toms spunk. Stacey lifted herself off me and walked off towards Tom.

"That was so fucking hot," gasped Pooja, with excitement, "who would have thought poor little Kajal would be such a slut when it comes to eating sperm?"

I suddenly felt dirty again. I had forgot I was there against my will and tied to a bench, the sight of two people fucking inches from my face had overwhelmed me. I regained some control.

"Does this mean you're going to let me go now," I asked, "I've done as you've asked."

Pooja burst out laughing, "we've not even started yet, you little cum whore," she snapped, "this is just training to see if you're capable."

"Capable of what," I asked, dreading the answer.

"Well our clients loved your last film so much they want to see you in another one," she replied.

"I thought this was the film," I said surprised.

"Poor sweet girl, of course it's not, our clients want to see you in a Bukkake film."

"What's a Bukkake film?" I asked, again dreading the answer.

"You don't know what Bukkake is? My god Kajal you have led a sheltered life."

She paused for a second, thinking of the best way to describe it.

"It's where a group of men fuck your mouth and pussy and ejaculate all over you," she said, shrugging her shoulders, as if it were nothing.

"What?" I said, feeling shocked, "why would they do that?"

"Because men love seeing a girl covered in cum," she replied, "and you're going to be that girl."

"I'm not doing that," I said.

Whir, clank, choke.

"Stop whining like a bitch, we both know you've got no choice, and besides you just proved what a cum lover you are."

"Swallowing one guy's cum or even two is ok, but not a big group of them," I replied, as she released the choke.

"Bring them in," she shouted, towards the door.

The door opened and a large group of people entered. Mostly men but a couple of girls too. All naked. The men were of various sizes and builds and all had shaved cocks. They were pretty fit, no beer guts, all aged around twenty five to thirty five. The girls were younger and I recognised Natalie and Kate from last time. Stacey joined them and Tom and the other man left the room. There must have been twenty men crowding in.

"You expect me to suck off twenty men?" I asked, shocked and now getting very concerned.

"There's thirty of them actually," she said, "and no you don't have to suck them all off, some of them will fuck you and others will just wank themselves off onto your body, the girls will help them."

I felt slightly relieved but also anxious about taking so many men at the same time. The men stood around in a loose group, some were already hard and the rest getting there. None of them spoke; they just looked directly at Pooja as they lined up.

"Right guys, here's the rules," she said, "you can cum anywhere you like, in her pussy, in her mouth or anywhere on her body, but no anal, and remember our clients want to see her covered by the end of the session so if you can manage two loads, more the better."

I felt strangely aroused by the thought of what was about to happen, but also apprehensive, some of these men had larger cocks than the one I had just throated. Some looked up to nine inches and I couldn't decide if that excited me or made me fearful. Either way I was getting wetter by the second and I was desperate for a cock inside me, there was no question about that. I was already turned on and needed to climax after what I had seen and done. No-one had really touched me yet, except for Stacey doing the wetness test on me.

"There's no pecking order, if your hard you can begin, cameras are rolling," Pooja said, as she backed away from me and left them to it.

"Wait, no I can't" I said, feeling fearful again.

"Don't make me choke you again Kajal," she said, waving the remote and pretending to thumb the button.

Immediately ten men surrounded me with their hard dicks in their hands. One grabbed my head and pulled my neck back and thrust his shaft into my open mouth. He was at least seven inches long and found my throat straight away and starting fucking it.

I felt another guy pull at my thighs and lined his cock up with my slimy slit. He pushed in deep, without hesitation and started fucking me with short, sharp strokes.

"Kajal's first spit roast," laughed Pooja, from somewhere behind me, "it's a day of firsts for her."

My vision was blocked as my head was upside down, but could hear the other men wanking themselves off, commenting on my body.

"How's her cunt?" one said, to the guy fucking me.

"She's good and wet," he replied fucking me deeper.

"Look at those titties bounce," another said.

"Can't wait to spunk on her tits," laughed another

"Nah, I'm going to give her mouthful to swallow," said another.

I felt like a piece of meat on a slab, laid out for their entertainment. I felt dirty and abused and I fucking loved it.