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PRIYAMANI (As  Suchitra Tiwari)

Keshav: "Suchitra, you’re trembling. Are you cold? Or is it something else?"

Suchitra: "I… I don’t know. It’s just… I’ve never felt this way before."

Keshav: "Let me warm you up. You deserve to feel cherished, to feel wanted."

Suchitra: "But Srikant… he’s my husband. I shouldn’t—"

Keshav: "Srikant doesn’t see what’s right in front of him. He doesn’t see you. But I do. I see every part of you, Suchitra. And I want to show you what it feels like to be truly loved."

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The story begins weeks earlier, in the quiet corridors of the college where Suchitra Tiwari, a dedicated professor of literature, spends her days immersed in poetry and prose.

Her husband, Srikant Tiwari, a tough and relentless police officer, is often absent, consumed by his work. Their marriage, once vibrant, has become a hollow shell, filled with silence and unspoken resentment.

Keshav Mehta, the senior professor in the same department, has been watching her. Not just as a colleague, but as a man with a plan.

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Keshav’s brother, Deepak Mehta, was killed by Srikant in a drug bust, and Keshav has vowed revenge. But his revenge isn’t swift or violent—it’s slow, calculated, and deeply **censored**. He intends to destroy Srikant by taking the one thing he seems to care about the least: his wife.

Keshav begins subtly. He compliments her lectures, lingers after class to discuss her favorite authors, and offers to help with her research. His charm is disarming, his words laced with a sincerity that Suchitra hasn’t felt in years.

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Keshav: "Your interpretation of Tagore’s poetry is breathtaking. You have a way of making the words come alive."

Suchitra: "Thank you, Keshav. It’s rare to find someone who appreciates the nuances."

Keshav: "It’s not just the poetry I appreciate. It’s the woman behind it. You’re extraordinary, Suchitra."

Suchitra blushes, her heart fluttering at the attention. She tries to push the feelings aside, but Keshav’s words linger in her mind, a sweet poison she can’t resist.

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As the weeks pass, Keshav’s advances become more overt. He invites her for coffee, then dinner, always under the guise of professional camaraderie. Suchitra hesitates at first, but the loneliness gnawing at her soul makes her vulnerable.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Keshav offers to walk her home. The air is thick with unspoken tension as they stroll through the quiet streets.

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Keshav: "You seem tired. Is everything alright?"

Suchitra: "Just… life, I suppose. Srikant’s been working late again. It feels like we’re strangers living under the same roof."

Keshav: "You deserve more than that, Suchitra. You deserve someone who sees you, who cherishes you."

His hand brushes against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She doesn’t pull away.

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The night of reckoning comes when Keshav invites her to his apartment under the pretense of discussing a new research project. Suchitra knows it’s a risk, but the ache in her heart outweighs her guilt.

When she arrives, Keshav greets her with a warm smile and a glass of wine. They talk for hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly. But as the night deepens, the atmosphere shifts.

Keshav: "You’re so beautiful, Suchitra. I can’t believe Srikant doesn’t see it."

Suchitra: "Keshav, I… I shouldn’t be here."

Keshav: "Why not? Because of him? He doesn’t deserve you. Let me show you what it feels like to be truly desired."

He steps closer, his eyes locking onto hers. Suchitra’s breath hitches as he cups her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

Keshav: "May I kiss you?"

She hesitates for a moment, then nods, her heart pounding in her chest.

Their lips meet in a tender kiss, soft and exploratory at first, but quickly deepening into something more urgent. Keshav’s hands slide down her back, pulling her closer as she melts into him.

Suchitra: "Keshav… this is wrong."

Keshav: "No, Suchitra. This is right. You deserve to feel this way. Let me love you."

He begins to undress her, his fingers deftly working the folds of her saree. Each layer removed feels like a weight lifted, a barrier between them dissolving.Keshav’s hands moved with practiced ease, the fabric of her saree slipping away like a whisper. Suchitra’s breath quickened, her body betraying the conflict in her mind. She bit her lip, her voice trembling as she spoke.

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Suchitra: "You’re so… careful. Srikant never takes his time like this. He just… takes."

Keshav paused, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and something deeper—something vengeful. "I’m not him, Suchitra. I want to savor every moment with you. You’re not just a duty to me. You’re a gift."

Her cheeks flushed, but her words came out sharper, more raw than she intended. "Then stop teasing me, Keshav. If you want me, take me. Show me what it’s like to be wanted for once. Not just… tolerated."

Keshav’s lips curved into a sly smile as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, I’ll take you, Suchitra. But not like he does. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Things he could never give you."

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Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Prove it. Don’t just talk about it. Do it."

He chuckled low in his throat, his fingers trailing down her exposed skin. "Patience, my love. I’ll give you everything you’ve been missing. And more."

Suchitra’s heart raced, her body arching slightly as his touch grew bolder. She knew this was wrong, but the ache inside her was too strong to ignore. "Keshav…" she murmured, her voice breaking. "Don’t make me wait any longer."

He met her gaze, his eyes burning with intensity. "You won’t have to wait much longer, Suchitra. I promise."

Keshav: "You’re stunning. Every inch of you is perfection."

By the time she’s down to her bra and panties, Suchitra is trembling with anticipation. She lies back on the bed, her eyes pleading.

Suchitra: "Come here, Keshav. Show me your love. Do something Srikant cannot do."

 

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Keshav: "Suchitra, you’re a goddess. Every curve, every line of your body is poetry in motion." He knelt beside her on the bed, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of her lying there in nothing but her bra and panties.

His fingers traced the edge of her bra, teasing the soft skin beneath. "Your husband doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t see what I see."

Suchitra: "Keshav…" Her voice was a breathy whisper, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. "Show me… show me what it feels like to be truly desired."

Keshav: "Gladly." He leaned down, his lips brushing against the swell of her breast, just above the lace of her bra. His hands moved to the clasp, unhooking it with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her full, round breasts, her nipples already hard with arousal. "Mmm… perfection," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

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Suchitra: "Ahh…" She arched into his touch as his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "Keshav… that feels… incredible."

Keshav: "You taste even better than I imagined," he said, his voice low and husky. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing her nipple in a gentle bite that made her gasp. "I could spend hours worshiping you like this."

Suchitra: "Mmm… yes…" Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer. "Don’t stop… please…"

Keshav: "I won’t," he promised, his lips trailing down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites in their wake. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs slowly, savoring the moment. "Look at you… so beautiful, so ready for me."



Suchitra: "Keshav…" Her voice trembled as she lay there, completely exposed to him. "I’ve never felt like this before… never."



Keshav: "That’s because no one has ever truly appreciated you," he said, his eyes locking with hers as he positioned himself between her legs. His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, making her shiver. "But I do. Every inch of you is a masterpiece."

Suchitra: "Ahh…" She moaned softly as his fingers found her wetness, stroking her gently. "Keshav… please… I need you."

Keshav: "Patience, my love," he whispered, his fingers teasing her entrance before slipping inside. "Let me make this last."

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Suchitra: "Oh god…" Her hips bucked against his hand, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "It’s so much… so much better than… than with him."

Keshav: "Of course it is," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Because I care about your pleasure. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before." He added another finger, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her cry out.

Suchitra: "Ahhh! Keshav! Yes… yes…" Her nails dug into the sheets as she writhed beneath him, her body trembling on the edge of release.

Keshav: "Not yet," he said, withdrawing his fingers and earning a whimper of protest from her. "I want to be inside you when you come." He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. "Are you ready for me, Suchitra?"

Suchitra: "Yes… yes, please…" She reached for him, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss. "I need you… now."

Keshav: "As you wish," he murmured against her lips before pushing into her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her tight warmth enveloped him. "God, you feel amazing… so tight, so perfect."

Suchitra: "Ahhh… Keshav…" Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "It’s so different… so much better…"

Keshav: "Tell me," he urged, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. "Tell me how much better it is with me."

Suchitra: "It’s… it’s incredible," she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "He never… never made me feel like this… never made me feel so… so wanted."

Keshav: "Good," he growled, his thrusts growing harder, faster. "Because you are wanted. You’re mine now, Suchitra. Mine."

Suchitra: "Ahhh! Yes! Yours!" Her back arched as pleasure surged through her, her moans growing louder with every thrust. "Keshav… I’m going to… to… ahhh!"





Keshav: "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Let go, Suchitra. Let me feel you come around me."

Suchitra: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her scream of ecstasy filled the room as she climaxed, her body convulsing around him.

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Keshav: "That’s it," he groaned, his own release building as he continued to thrust into her. "Take all of me, Suchitra. Take everything." With a final, deep thrust, he came inside her, his seed spilling into her as she shuddered beneath him.

Suchitra: "Mmm… Keshav…" Her voice was barely a whisper as she lay there, completely spent. Her eyes fluttered closed as exhaustion overtook her.

Keshav: He pulled out of her slowly, watching as she drifted into unconsciousness. A cold smile spread across his face as he looked down at her. "Sleep well, Suchitra," he murmured, his voice devoid of the warmth it had held moments before. He leaned down and spat on her face, the act a stark contrast to the tenderness he had shown earlier. "This is just the beginning of my revenge."

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Keshav stood over Suchitra’s unconscious form, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The room was heavy with the scent of their passion, but his expression was cold, distant. He reached for a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the spit from her face, his hand trembling slightly.

What am I doing? he thought, staring down at her. She didn’t kill Deepak. She’s just… collateral. His jaw tightened as guilt gnawed at him. He couldn’t shake the image of her face, so trusting, so vulnerable, as she had given herself to him completely.

He dressed quickly, his movements sharp and deliberate, as if trying to distance himself from the emotions swirling inside him.

Before leaving, he pulled out his phone and recorded a voice message for her. His voice was low, almost apologetic, as he spoke. “Suchitra… I’m sorry. What happened between us… it wasn’t real. It was revenge. Your husband took my brother from me, and I wanted to hurt him through you. But… the way you were with me… I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving Delhi. I’m resigning from the college. If I stay, I might do something I’ll regret. Goodbye.” He sent the message and slipped out of the apartment, leaving her alone in the aftermath of their encounter.

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Two hours later, Suchitra stirred awake, her body still humming with the echoes of pleasure. She reached for Keshav instinctively, only to find the bed empty. Her heart sank as she noticed the notification on her phone. She played the message, her breath catching as his words washed over her. Revenge? Her stomach churned as the realization hit her. She had been used, manipulated, and yet…

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she couldn’t deny the way he had made her feel. For the first time in years, she had felt desired, cherished. And now, it was all a lie.

She sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest, her mind racing. Anger and hurt warred within her, but beneath it all was a strange sense of… understanding. Keshav had been driven by pain, just as she had been driven by loneliness. She stared at the empty space beside her, her lips curling into a bitter smile. He left because he felt guilty. Because he couldn’t go through with it. The thought lingered in her mind as she got up and began to dress.

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Two days later, Suchitra called keshav and said she want to meet him..

Suchitra walked into a quiet café in the heart of Delhi. She was dressed in a sleek black dress, a stark departure from her usual sarees.

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The fabric hugged her curves, and her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. There was a new confidence in her stride, a glint in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. She spotted Keshav sitting at a corner table, his head bowed as he stared into his coffee cup.

She approached him silently and, without a word, wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. He stiffened in surprise but didn’t pull away. When she finally released him, she took a seat across from him, her gaze steady and unflinching.

Keshav: “Suchitra… I didn’t expect to see you again.” His voice was cautious, his eyes searching hers for any sign of anger or betrayal.

Suchitra: “I didn’t expect to come,” she replied, her tone calm but laced with something darker. She ordered a black coffee and leaned back in her chair, studying him intently. “But here we are.”

Keshav: “I meant what I said in the message. I’m leaving Delhi. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” His voice was soft, almost pleading.

Suchitra: “Hurt me?” She let out a low laugh, her lips curving into a sly smile. “You think that’s what you did? Keshav, you gave me something my husband hasn’t in years. You made me feel alive.” She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. “But let’s not pretend this is about me. Tell me… what was your plan? How were you going to use me to get back at Srikant?”

Keshav hesitated, his fingers tightening around his coffee cup. He could see the change in her, the way she carried herself with a newfound edge. It was both unsettling and… intriguing.

Keshav: “I wanted to destroy him,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted to take everything he cared about—his reputation, his career, his marriage. And you… you were the key. I thought if I could make you fall for me, if I could make you betray him, it would break him.”

Suchitra: “And then what?” she pressed, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. “What were you going to do after you had me?”

Keshav: “I was going to expose everything,” he said, his gaze dropping to the table. “Photos, videos… anything to humiliate him. To make him feel the same pain I felt when I lost Deepak.”

Suchitra: “And now?” she asked, her tone softer but no less intense. “Why did you stop?”

Keshav: “Because of you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The way you looked at me… the way you trusted me… I couldn’t do it. You didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this.”

Suchitra: “But I already am,” she said, her smile turning bitter. “You dragged me into this, Keshav. You made me a part of your revenge. And now… now I want to know how far you were willing to go.”

Keshav: “Suchitra…” He reached for her hand, but she pulled away, her expression hardening.

Suchitra: “Tell me everything,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. “Every detail of your plan. I want to know what you were going to do to me… to us.”

Keshav: “I…” He hesitated, his mind racing. He could see the fire in her eyes, the determination in her posture. She wasn’t the same woman he had seduced two days ago. She was stronger now… angrier. And somehow, that made her even more captivating.

Suchitra: “Tell me,” she repeated, her voice like steel. “Or I’ll make sure Srikant knows everything.”

Keshav: “Alright,” he said finally, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Suchitra leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his as he began to speak. The air between them crackled with tension, and for the first time, Keshav realized he wasn’t the one in control anymore.Keshav took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. “I was going to make you fall for me,” he began, his voice steady but laced with regret. “I wanted you to trust me completely, to believe I was someone who could give you what Srikant couldn’t. I planned to take photos and videos of us together—intimate moments—and use them to blackmail him. I wanted to threaten to expose everything unless he resigned from the college and admitted to his role in Deepak’s death.”

Suchitra’s expression remained unreadable, but her fingers tightened around her coffee cup. “And if he refused?” she asked, her voice cold.

“Then I would have leaked everything,” Keshav admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “To the media, to the college board, to anyone who would listen. I wanted to ruin him, to make him feel the same helplessness I felt when I lost my brother.”

Suchitra leaned forward, her eyes blazing. “And what about me? Did you ever stop to think about what that would do to me?”

Keshav flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “I told myself you were just a means to an end,” he said quietly. “But the truth is… I couldn’t go through with it. Not after seeing how much you trusted me. Not after realizing how much I… cared.”

Suchitra let out a bitter laugh. “Cared? You think that makes it better? You used me, Keshav. You manipulated me. And now you expect me to believe you had a change of heart?”

“I don’t expect anything,” he said, his voice heavy with remorse. “I know I can’t undo what I’ve done. But I’m leaving Delhi because I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I don’t want to be the person who destroys your life.”

Suchitra studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she stood, her movements deliberate and controlled. “You already have,” she said softly. “But maybe… maybe this isn’t the end.”

Keshav looked up at her, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Maybe we’re not done yet.” Then she straightened, her gaze piercing. “Think about that before you leave.”

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With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Keshav staring after her, his heart pounding in his chest.

 

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AMRITHA AIYER

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The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made my skin prickle and my heart race. I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes locked on Amritha as she stood between Peter and George. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. She was nervous—I could see it in the way her eyes darted between the two men, unsure of what to do next. But there was something else there too, a flicker of curiosity, of desire, that made my cock twitch in my pants.

“Amritha,” I said softly, my voice breaking the silence. “It’s okay. You can trust them.”

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She glanced at me, her big black eyes wide with uncertainty. “Krishnan, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Peter stepped forward, his rugged face softening as he reached out to gently cup her cheek. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll take it slow, yeah? Just tell us if you want to stop.”



George, ever the more assertive one, moved behind her, his muscular frame towering over her petite body. His hands rested on her hips, his fingers brushing against the curve of her ass. “You’re safe with us, Amritha. We’ll make sure you enjoy every second of this.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, her breath hitching as George’s hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Peter smiled, his eyes darkening with lust as he leaned in to kiss her.

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It started soft, tender, their lips brushing together in a slow, sensual dance. But it didn’t take long for the heat to build, for the kiss to deepen, their tongues tangling as Peter’s hands roamed over her body. He cupped her boobs through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth.

George wasted no time either. His hands slipped under her dress, pulling it up over her hips to reveal her smooth, creamy thighs and the lacy panties that barely covered her pussy. He groaned at the sight, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric before slipping underneath to feel her wetness. “Fuck, she’s already so wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. Amritha moaned, her body trembling as both men touched her, their hands exploring every inch of her. Peter pulled away from the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric.

She stood there in nothing but her panties, her boobs heaving with each breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Peter murmured, his hands cupping her boobs as he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, making Amritha cry out in pleasure.

George’s hands were busy too, his fingers sliding into her panties to tease her pussy. He rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his other hand squeezing her ass as he pressed himself against her back. “You like that, baby?” he growled in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand as he continued to play with her. “Oh God, yes…”

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I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My wife, my Amritha, was being pleasured by two other men, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants as I watched them touch her, kiss her, worship her body.Peter pulled away from her boobs, his lips trailing down her stomach as he knelt before her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. Her lips were swollen and glistening with arousal, the sight making my mouth water.

“Fuck,” Peter breathed, his eyes locked on her pussy as he spread her lips with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He didn’t waste any time, leaning in to lick her pussy in one long, slow stroke. Amritha gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he buried his face between her legs. He ate her like a man starved, his tongue lapping at her juices as he sucked on her clit, making her moan and writhe in pleasure.

George kept his hands on her hips, holding her steady as Peter devoured her. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered dirty words in her ear. “You taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Amritha’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as Peter worked her pussy with his mouth.

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Her legs shook, and I knew she was close. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” she cried out, her fingers tightening in Peter’s hair.

“That’s it, baby,” George encouraged, his hands moving to squeeze her boobs as Peter continued to eat her out. “Cum for us.”

And she did. With a loud cry, Amritha came, her pussy gushing as Peter drank every drop. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her legs giving out as George held her up. Peter pulled away, his face glistening with her juices as he looked up at her with a satisfied grin.

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“Fuck, that was hot,” I muttered, my hand instinctively going to my cock as I watched them.

George helped Amritha to the bed, laying her down on her back as Peter stood up, his cock straining against his pants. He quickly undressed, his thick cock springing free as he climbed onto the bed beside her. George followed suit, stripping out of his clothes to reveal his own impressive length.

Amritha’s eyes widened as she took in their cocks, her lips parting in awe. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch Peter’s cock.

He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slowly. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Get me nice and hard for you.”

George moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Amritha nodded, her breath hitching as he pushed into her slowly. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, her back arching as he filled her.

Peter leaned down to kiss her, his cock still in her hand as George began to thrust into her. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slap of skin against skin as they fucked my wife right in front of me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, stripping out of my clothes as I moved to join them on the bed. Amritha’s eyes met mine as I knelt beside her, my cock throbbing with need.

“Krishnan,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to me.

I took it in mine, squeezing it gently as I leaned down to kiss her. “I love you,” I murmured against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Peter pulled away from the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he moved to position himself at Amritha’s ass. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Amritha nodded, her breath hitching as Peter pushed into her slowly. “Oh God,” she moaned, her body trembling as he filled her completely.

The sight of my wife being double penetrated was almost too much to handle. My cock was throbbing with need as I watched them fuck her, their cocks sliding in and out of her pussy and ass in perfect rhythm.

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“Fuck,” I muttered, my hand moving to stroke myself as I watched them.

Amritha’s moans grew louder, her body writhing between them as they fucked her harder and faster. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum again,” she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” George growled, his hips slamming into hers. “Cum for us.”

And she did. With a loud cry, Amritha came again, her pussy and ass clenching around their cocks as they continued to fuck her through her orgasm. The sight of her cumming pushed me over the edge, and with a groan, I came all over my hand, my cum splattering onto the bed beside them.

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Peter and George weren’t far behind. With a few more thrusts, they both came inside her, filling her pussy and ass with their cum. Amritha moaned as they pulled out of her, their cum leaking out of her as she lay there, spent and satisfied.

We all collapsed onto the bed beside her, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we caught our breath. Amritha turned to me, a soft smile on her lips as she reached out to touch my face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes filled with love and gratitude.

I kissed her gently, my heart swelling with emotion. “Anything for you,” I replied.

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After a few moments, Amritha untied herself and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

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She left the door wide open, not caring about modesty anymore. Peter and George taunted her from the bed.

“Why didn’t you close the door, slut?” Peter called out with a smirk.

Amritha turned to them, her eyes dark with a mix of defiance and raw desire. She stood there, legs slightly apart, her body still glistening with sweat and cum, as she let out a low, throaty laugh. “Privacy?” she sneered, her voice dripping with a newfound boldness. “What the fuck do I need privacy for now? You’ve already seen every inch of me, fucked me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. So why stop here?”

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She stepped closer to the edge of the bathroom, her hips swaying provocatively. “You want to see what you’ve done to me? Fine. Watch.” She leaned back against the sink, spreading her legs wider, her pussy still swollen and glistening. “But if you’re going to watch, then make it worth my while. Do something dirty. Something no one’s ever dared to ask of me.”

Her gaze locked onto Peter and George, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Piss on me,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. “Mark me. Show me just how much of a filthy whore you think I am. I want to feel it—your piss running down my body, soaking me, reminding me who I belong to.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with tension. Then, without hesitation, Peter stepped forward, his cock already hardening again. “You’re one depraved little slut, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “But if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

Amritha’s breath hitched as she watched him approach, her body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening under the dim light. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Make me your dirty little whore.”

Peter positioned himself over her, his cock inches from her face. “Open your mouth, bitch,” he commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding. Amritha obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting as she looked up at him with a mixture of fear and desire.

The sound of his piss hitting her face echoed through the room, the warm liquid streaming down her cheeks and onto her chest. Amritha moaned softly, her tongue darting out to catch some of the liquid as it dripped from her lips. “Fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It’s so dirty… so fucking hot.”

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George watched from the bed, his cock twitching with arousal. “You’re one sick little slut,” he muttered, his voice filled with admiration. “But goddamn, you’re perfect.”

Amritha smiled up at them, her body covered in their piss, her eyes filled with a wild, untamed hunger. “I’m your whore,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And I’ll do whatever you want.”

Peter and George laughed, clearly pleased with themselves. I couldn’t help but smile too. This was everything I had ever wanted and moreAs the last drops of Peter’s piss dripped down her body, Amritha’s eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and submission. She licked her lips, tasting the salty tang, before turning her gaze to George. “You too,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “I want it all. Piss, shit—whatever you’ve got. Show me how filthy I can be.”

George raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You sure about that, slut? Once we go there, there’s no turning back. This is where you learn what it really means to be a whore.”

Amritha nodded, her breath quickening. “I’m sure. I want to feel it. I want to know what it’s like to be completely ruined by you.”

Peter chuckled darkly, stepping aside to let George take his place. “You heard her. Let’s show her how real men break a girl.”

George positioned himself over her, his cock already hard again. “Open wide, bitch,” he growled. Amritha obeyed, her mouth opening as he began to piss directly into it. She gagged slightly but forced herself to swallow, her eyes watering as the warm liquid filled her throat. When he was done, she gasped for air, her chest heaving.

“Now for the real fun,” George said, his voice dripping with malice. He turned her around, forcing her onto her hands and knees. “You wanted shit? You’re going to get it.”

Amritha whimpered but didn’t resist as George pressed his ass against her face. The smell was overwhelming, but she opened her mouth, letting him push out a thick, warm load directly onto her tongue. She gagged again, tears streaming down her face, but she forced herself to swallow, her body trembling with a mix of disgust and arousal.

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“That’s it,” Peter said, his voice filled with approval. “Take it all, you dirty little whore. This is what you are now—a filthy, broken slut who’ll do anything for her masters.”

Amritha moaned, her body shaking as she swallowed the last of it. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Thank you for showing me what I really am.”

George and Peter laughed, their voices echoing through the room. “You’re welcome, slut,” George said, slapping her ass hard. “Now you know what it means to be truly owned.”

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EPILOGUE: The night ended with all of us lying in bed together, our bodies intertwined as we basked in the afterglow of our shared passion. Amritha had embraced her new role with enthusiasm, and I couldn’t have been prouder of her. This was just the beginning of our journey into the world of forbidden desires.

THE END.

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ANJALI :

Anjali stood in the dimly lit room, her heart pounding like a drum. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made her skin prickle and her breath hitch. She could feel the weight of Vimal’s gaze on her, his eyes raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver.

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She knew why he was here. Her brother Keshav’s arrest had left her vulnerable, and Vimal, the local sub-inspector, had wasted no time in exploiting the situation.

“Anjali,” Vimal’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he stepped closer. His uniform clung to his broad shoulders, the fabric straining against his muscular frame. “You know why I’m here.”

She nodded, her throat dry. “Yes, sir.”

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Vimal’s lips curled into a smirk as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “Good girl. Now, let’s get started.”

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was demanding, possessive, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. Anjali’s hands trembled as she reached up to grip his shoulders, her body responding to his touch despite the fear that gnawed at her.

Vimal’s tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth with a hunger that made her knees weak. She could taste the faint hint of tobacco on his breath, mixed with something darker, more primal.

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His hands moved down her body, gripping her waist and pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Anjali hesitated for a moment before obeying, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves of her breasts encased in a simple cotton bra. Vimal’s eyes darkened as he watched her, his gaze lingering on the swell of her chest.

“Keep going,” he urged, his voice a low growl.

She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, the nipples hardening under his intense scrutiny.She felt shy and tried to cover her boobs with her soft hands...

But Vimal’s hands were on her in an instant, cupping her breasts and squeezing them roughly. Anjali gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Vimal muttered, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, teasing them until they were stiff peaks.

He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Anjali moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on her breasts.

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His other hand slid down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt and finding the wet heat between her legs. Anjali’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Vimal murmured against her breast, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Anjali whispered, her voice trembling. “I want it.”

Vimal’s fingers plunged into her pussy, curling inside her and hitting that spot that made her see stars. Anjali cried out, her hips bucking against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. He added a second finger, stretching her and making her gasp.

“That’s it, take it,” Vimal growled, his fingers moving faster, deeper. “You’re such a good little slut for me.”

Anjali’s legs trembled as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

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Vimal pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “Delicious,” he said with a smirk. “But we’re just getting started.”

He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands yanking her skirt and panties off in one swift motion. Anjali lay there, exposed and vulnerable, as Vimal stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and Anjali’s eyes widened at the sight of it.

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“Open your mouth,” Vimal ordered, stepping closer to the bed. Anjali obeyed, parting her lips as he guided his cock to her mouth. The tip brushed against her tongue, and she could taste the salty pre-cum that beaded at the slit. Vimal groaned as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft.

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“That’s it, suck it,” he growled, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust into her mouth. Anjali gagged slightly as he pushed deeper, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she focused on pleasing him, her tongue swirling around his cock as she sucked.

Vimal’s hips moved faster, fucking her mouth with increasing urgency. “Fuck, you’re such a good little cocksucker,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all.”

“Oh, Vimal sir, your cock is so huge,” Anjali moaned around his shaft, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and desperation. “I’ve never had anything this big before. I’m such a dirty little slut for you, aren’t I? I can’t believe I get to taste it, to feel it inside me. I’m so lucky, sir. So fucking lucky.”

Vimal groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as he thrust deeper into her mouth. “That’s right, you filthy little whore. You were made for this cock. Say it.”

“I was made for your cock, sir,” Anjali whimpered, her words muffled but dripping with submission. “I’m just a dirty hole for you to use. I love how you stretch my mouth, how you make me gag on it. I’m so pathetic, aren’t I? But I don’t care. I’ll do anything for this cock. Anything.”

Her tongue swirled around his length, lapping at the salty pre-cum that leaked from the tip. “You taste so good, sir. I could suck you all day. I’m such a greedy little slut for you. I want every drop. Please, let me have it. Let me swallow it all.”

Vimal’s hips jerked forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat again. “Fuck, you’re such a good little cocksucker. You’re right—you are lucky. Not every girl gets to take a cock like mine.”

“I know, sir,” Anjali gasped when he pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to breathe. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Your cock is perfect—so thick, so hard. It’s all I think about. I’m so wet just from sucking it. I’m such a dirty, desperate slut for you. I need it inside me. Please, sir, fuck me with it. Use me however you want.”

Vimal chuckled darkly, his hand stroking her cheek as he looked down at her. “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you? But I like that. I like how much you crave my cock.”

“I do, sir,” Anjali whispered, her eyes wide with adoration and lust. “I’m nothing without it. I’m just your dirty little whore, and I love it.”

Anjali’s eyes watered as he pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was close. With a groan, Vimal pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, his voice rough.

Anjali quickly obeyed, positioning herself on the bed with her ass in the air. Vimal knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined up his cock with her pussy.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” Anjali whispered, her heart racing.

Vimal pushed into her slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching her pussy as he entered her. Anjali gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as he filled her completely. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before he began to move.

His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into her pussy with each thrust. Anjali moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow as Vimal fucked her with relentless intensity. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock with each stroke.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Vimal groaned, his pace quickening. “You love this, don’t you? You love being my little slut.”

“Yes,” Anjali cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. “I love it!”

Vimal’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Anjali could feel the pressure building inside her again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded. She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

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Anjali’s mind raced as Vimal’s cock stretched her pussy, the pleasure and shame intertwining in a dizzying mix. Am I doing this for Keshav? she thought, her body betraying her with every moan. Or am I just a slut who craves this? Her thoughts were a whirlwind, torn between the guilt of using her body to save her brother and the undeniable thrill of being used by Vimal.

Vimal’s thrusts grew harder, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. “You’re thinking too much,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Stop pretending you’re doing this for your brother. You’re here because you love it. Admit it.”

Anjali whimpered, her nails digging into the sheets. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I’m so confused. I don’t know if I’m doing this for him or… or if I’m just a dirty slut who can’t resist you.”

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Vimal laughed, a dark, mocking sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Oh, Anjali,” he sneered, slamming into her with a brutal thrust. “You’re not fooling anyone. You’re not here for your brother. You’re here because you’re a filthy little whore who gets off on being used. Isn’t that right?”

Tears welled in Anjali’s eyes as she nodded, the truth of his words cutting through her denial. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m a slut. I’m your slut.”

“Louder,” Vimal demanded, his cock driving deeper into her. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m your slut!” Anjali cried out, her body trembling as the words spilled from her lips. “I’m a dirty, filthy whore who loves your cock!”

Vimal’s laughter echoed in the room as he fucked her harder, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. “That’s my girl,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now take it like the slut you are.”

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Anjali moaned, her mind surrendering to the pleasure as Vimal claimed her completely. The line between duty and desire blurred until all that remained was the raw, primal need to be fucked. She was no longer sure why she was there—but in that moment, she didn’t care.

Vimal wasn’t far behind. With a grunt, he pulled out of her pussy and flipped her onto her back. His cock was slick with her juices as he positioned himself at her entrance again.

“Open your legs wider,” he commanded, his voice rough.

Anjali obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Vimal pushed into her again, his cock sliding into her pussy with ease. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the bed creak.

“You’re mine,” Vimal growled, his hands gripping her thighs as he drove into her. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Anjali gasped, her body writhing beneath him. “I’m yours!”

Vimal’s thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax. With a final groan, he buried himself deep inside her and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his cum. Anjali moaned as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling.

Vimal collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rolled off after a moment, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

“You did good,” he murmured, his hand stroking her hair. “You did real good.”

Anjali nestled against him, feeling a strange sense of contentment despite everything that had happened. She knew this wasn’t over..

Vimal’s hand trailed down Anjali’s back, his fingers brushing over the curve of her ass. “You’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “But I think it’s time we take this to the next level.”

Anjali’s breath hitched as she felt his fingers teasing her asshole, her body trembling with anticipation. “Vimal sir, are you going to…?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“Yes,” Vimal growled, his cock already hard again. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Anjali. And you’re going to love it.”

Anjali moaned, her mind racing with thoughts of how this would change her. My life will never be the same after this, she thought, her heart pounding. I’ll be so dirty, so used. My ass will be stretched, and I’ll be transformed into a filthy slut who craves this kind of depravity.

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Vimal positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her tight hole. “Relax, Anjali,” he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. “Take it like the good little whore you are.”

Anjali nodded, her body trembling as she tried to relax. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice filled with submission. “I’m your dirty little slut. Fuck my ass and make me even filthier.”

Vimal pushed into her slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching her asshole as he entered her. Anjali gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets as he filled her completely. “Oh god, sir,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Your cock is so big. It’s stretching me so much. I can feel it changing me, making me into a dirty, filthy whore.”

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Vimal chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. “That’s right, Anjali,” he growled, his thrusts slow and deliberate. “You’re my dirty little slut now. You’ll never be the same after this.”

Anjali moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as Vimal fucked her ass. “Yes, sir,” she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. “I’m your filthy whore. Fuck me harder! Stretch my ass and make me even dirtier!

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Vimal’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Anjali could feel the pressure building inside her again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it exploded. She came with a scream, her ass clenching around his cock as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Vimal wasn’t far behind. With a grunt, he buried himself deep inside her ass and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. Anjali moaned as she felt the warmth spreading inside her, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling.

They collapsed onto the bed, both of them exhausted and spent. Anjali nestled against Vimal, feeling a strange sense of contentment despite everything that had happened.Anjali lay there, her body still tingling from the intensity of their coupling. She turned her head slightly, her voice soft but laced with a hint of mischief. “Vimal sir… I think I’m going to have trouble shitting tomorrow after what you just did to me.”

Vimal chuckled darkly, his arm tightening around her as he pulled her closer. “Dirty girl,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You love it, don’t you? Knowing my cock stretched you so much, knowing you’ll feel it for days.Vimal chuckled darkly, his arm tightening around her as he pulled her closer. “Dirty girl,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You love it, don’t you? Knowing my cock stretched you so much, knowing you’ll feel it for days.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Don’t worry about shitting tomorrow, Anjali. Your asshole is wide open now—it’ll be smooth as butter.”

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Anjali giggled, her cheeks flushing as she buried her face in his chest. “You’re such a pervert, sir,” she whispered, her voice dripping with playful mockery. “But I guess that’s why I can’t get enough of you.”

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Vimal smirked, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a small packet. He handed it to her, his tone turning serious. “Here, take this ipill. You don’t want a bastard growing in your womb, do you?”

Anjali took the pill, popping it into her mouth without hesitation. She swallowed it dry, her eyes locking with his as she replied with a crude grin, “Don’t worry, sir. My womb’s not ready for your demon spawn yet. Besides, I’d rather keep taking your cock than your baby.”

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Vimal laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Good girl,” he said, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. “You’re learning fast. Maybe I’ll keep you around longer than I planned.”

Anjali smirked, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, sir. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Who else could fuck me like you do? Who else could turn me into such a filthy little slut?”

Vimal’s eyes darkened with desire as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers. “That’s right,” he growled. “You’re mine, Anjali. And I’m not done with you yet.”

They lay there in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared exhaustion settling over them.

EPILOGUE

The next day, as promised, Anjali’s brother was released without any charges. She felt a wave of relief wash over her, knowing he was safe and free. For the next two months, life returned to normal, and she didn’t see or hear from Vimal. She tried to put the memories of that night behind her, though they lingered in the back of her mind like a shadow.

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One evening, as Anjali was walking home from work, she spotted Vimal across the street. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself and crossed the road to approach him. Vimal noticed her and greeted her with a friendly smile, his demeanor calm and casual.

“Anjali,” he said, his voice warm. “It’s been a while.”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yes, sir. I… I wanted to thank you again for what you did for my brother.”

Vimal waved it off casually. “It’s nothing. By the way, I deleted that video about a week after we… well, you know. My phone was running out of storage.”

Anjali’s eyes widened in surprise, and a genuine smile spread across her face. “Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me.”

Vimal chuckled softly. “You’re welcome. You were quite the performer, though.”

Anjali’s smile turned mischievous, and she leaned in slightly, her tone playful yet respectful. “Sir, if you ever need another video, I’m always ready. I’m your dirty little slut, after all. Your **censored** cum dumpster. Just say the word, and I’ll be on my knees for you.”

Vimal laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “You’ve certainly come a long way, haven’t you?”

She grinned, her confidence growing. “I’m your whore, sir. Always will be.”

Vimal patted her shoulder lightly, his laughter fading into a soft smile. “Take care of yourself, Anjali.”

With that, he walked away, leaving her standing there with a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She watched him go, feeling a strange sense of closure.

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The chapter of her life with Vimal had ended, but she knew she’d always carry a part of it with her.

And so, the story came to an end......

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THE END

 

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AMRITHA AIYER

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The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made my skin prickle and my heart race. I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes locked on Amritha as she stood between Peter and George. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. She was nervous—I could see it in the way her eyes darted between the two men, unsure of what to do next. But there was something else there too, a flicker of curiosity, of desire, that made my cock twitch in my pants.

“Amritha,” I said softly, my voice breaking the silence. “It’s okay. You can trust them.”

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She glanced at me, her big black eyes wide with uncertainty. “Krishnan, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Peter stepped forward, his rugged face softening as he reached out to gently cup her cheek. “Hey, it’s alright. We’ll take it slow, yeah? Just tell us if you want to stop.”



George, ever the more assertive one, moved behind her, his muscular frame towering over her petite body. His hands rested on her hips, his fingers brushing against the curve of her ass. “You’re safe with us, Amritha. We’ll make sure you enjoy every second of this.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, her breath hitching as George’s hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly. “Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Peter smiled, his eyes darkening with lust as he leaned in to kiss her.

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It started soft, tender, their lips brushing together in a slow, sensual dance. But it didn’t take long for the heat to build, for the kiss to deepen, their tongues tangling as Peter’s hands roamed over her body. He cupped her boobs through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth.

George wasted no time either. His hands slipped under her dress, pulling it up over her hips to reveal her smooth, creamy thighs and the lacy panties that barely covered her pussy. He groaned at the sight, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric before slipping underneath to feel her wetness. “Fuck, she’s already so wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. Amritha moaned, her body trembling as both men touched her, their hands exploring every inch of her. Peter pulled away from the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric.

She stood there in nothing but her panties, her boobs heaving with each breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Peter murmured, his hands cupping her boobs as he leaned down to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, making Amritha cry out in pleasure.

George’s hands were busy too, his fingers sliding into her panties to tease her pussy. He rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his other hand squeezing her ass as he pressed himself against her back. “You like that, baby?” he growled in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand as he continued to play with her. “Oh God, yes…”

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I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My wife, my Amritha, was being pleasured by two other men, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants as I watched them touch her, kiss her, worship her body.Peter pulled away from her boobs, his lips trailing down her stomach as he knelt before her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. Her lips were swollen and glistening with arousal, the sight making my mouth water.

“Fuck,” Peter breathed, his eyes locked on her pussy as he spread her lips with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He didn’t waste any time, leaning in to lick her pussy in one long, slow stroke. Amritha gasped, her hands flying to his hair as he buried his face between her legs. He ate her like a man starved, his tongue lapping at her juices as he sucked on her clit, making her moan and writhe in pleasure.

George kept his hands on her hips, holding her steady as Peter devoured her. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered dirty words in her ear. “You taste so good, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Amritha’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as Peter worked her pussy with his mouth.

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Her legs shook, and I knew she was close. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” she cried out, her fingers tightening in Peter’s hair.

“That’s it, baby,” George encouraged, his hands moving to squeeze her boobs as Peter continued to eat her out. “Cum for us.”

And she did. With a loud cry, Amritha came, her pussy gushing as Peter drank every drop. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her legs giving out as George held her up. Peter pulled away, his face glistening with her juices as he looked up at her with a satisfied grin.

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“Fuck, that was hot,” I muttered, my hand instinctively going to my cock as I watched them.

George helped Amritha to the bed, laying her down on her back as Peter stood up, his cock straining against his pants. He quickly undressed, his thick cock springing free as he climbed onto the bed beside her. George followed suit, stripping out of his clothes to reveal his own impressive length.

Amritha’s eyes widened as she took in their cocks, her lips parting in awe. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to touch Peter’s cock.

He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slowly. “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Get me nice and hard for you.”

George moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself at her entrance. “You ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Amritha nodded, her breath hitching as he pushed into her slowly. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, her back arching as he filled her.

Peter leaned down to kiss her, his cock still in her hand as George began to thrust into her. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slap of skin against skin as they fucked my wife right in front of me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, stripping out of my clothes as I moved to join them on the bed. Amritha’s eyes met mine as I knelt beside her, my cock throbbing with need.

“Krishnan,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to me.

I took it in mine, squeezing it gently as I leaned down to kiss her. “I love you,” I murmured against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Peter pulled away from the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he moved to position himself at Amritha’s ass. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Amritha nodded, her breath hitching as Peter pushed into her slowly. “Oh God,” she moaned, her body trembling as he filled her completely.

The sight of my wife being double penetrated was almost too much to handle. My cock was throbbing with need as I watched them fuck her, their cocks sliding in and out of her pussy and ass in perfect rhythm.

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“Fuck,” I muttered, my hand moving to stroke myself as I watched them.

Amritha’s moans grew louder, her body writhing between them as they fucked her harder and faster. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum again,” she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” George growled, his hips slamming into hers. “Cum for us.”

And she did. With a loud cry, Amritha came again, her pussy and ass clenching around their cocks as they continued to fuck her through her orgasm. The sight of her cumming pushed me over the edge, and with a groan, I came all over my hand, my cum splattering onto the bed beside them.

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Peter and George weren’t far behind. With a few more thrusts, they both came inside her, filling her pussy and ass with their cum. Amritha moaned as they pulled out of her, their cum leaking out of her as she lay there, spent and satisfied.

We all collapsed onto the bed beside her, our bodies slick with sweat and cum as we caught our breath. Amritha turned to me, a soft smile on her lips as she reached out to touch my face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes filled with love and gratitude.

I kissed her gently, my heart swelling with emotion. “Anything for you,” I replied.

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After a few moments, Amritha untied herself and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

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She left the door wide open, not caring about modesty anymore. Peter and George taunted her from the bed.

“Why didn’t you close the door, slut?” Peter called out with a smirk.

Amritha turned to them, her eyes dark with a mix of defiance and raw desire. She stood there, legs slightly apart, her body still glistening with sweat and cum, as she let out a low, throaty laugh. “Privacy?” she sneered, her voice dripping with a newfound boldness. “What the fuck do I need privacy for now? You’ve already seen every inch of me, fucked me in ways I didn’t even know were possible. So why stop here?”

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She stepped closer to the edge of the bathroom, her hips swaying provocatively. “You want to see what you’ve done to me? Fine. Watch.” She leaned back against the sink, spreading her legs wider, her pussy still swollen and glistening. “But if you’re going to watch, then make it worth my while. Do something dirty. Something no one’s ever dared to ask of me.”

Her gaze locked onto Peter and George, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Piss on me,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding. “Mark me. Show me just how much of a filthy whore you think I am. I want to feel it—your piss running down my body, soaking me, reminding me who I belong to.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with tension. Then, without hesitation, Peter stepped forward, his cock already hardening again. “You’re one depraved little slut, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “But if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

Amritha’s breath hitched as she watched him approach, her body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening under the dim light. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Make me your dirty little whore.”

Peter positioned himself over her, his cock inches from her face. “Open your mouth, bitch,” he commanded, his voice harsh and unyielding. Amritha obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting as she looked up at him with a mixture of fear and desire.

The sound of his piss hitting her face echoed through the room, the warm liquid streaming down her cheeks and onto her chest. Amritha moaned softly, her tongue darting out to catch some of the liquid as it dripped from her lips. “Fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It’s so dirty… so fucking hot.”

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George watched from the bed, his cock twitching with arousal. “You’re one sick little slut,” he muttered, his voice filled with admiration. “But goddamn, you’re perfect.”

Amritha smiled up at them, her body covered in their piss, her eyes filled with a wild, untamed hunger. “I’m your whore,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And I’ll do whatever you want.”

Peter and George laughed, clearly pleased with themselves. I couldn’t help but smile too. This was everything I had ever wanted and moreAs the last drops of Peter’s piss dripped down her body, Amritha’s eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and submission. She licked her lips, tasting the salty tang, before turning her gaze to George. “You too,” she said, her voice low and commanding. “I want it all. Piss, shit—whatever you’ve got. Show me how filthy I can be.”

George raised an eyebrow, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You sure about that, slut? Once we go there, there’s no turning back. This is where you learn what it really means to be a whore.”

Amritha nodded, her breath quickening. “I’m sure. I want to feel it. I want to know what it’s like to be completely ruined by you.”

Peter chuckled darkly, stepping aside to let George take his place. “You heard her. Let’s show her how real men break a girl.”

George positioned himself over her, his cock already hard again. “Open wide, bitch,” he growled. Amritha obeyed, her mouth opening as he began to piss directly into it. She gagged slightly but forced herself to swallow, her eyes watering as the warm liquid filled her throat. When he was done, she gasped for air, her chest heaving.

“Now for the real fun,” George said, his voice dripping with malice. He turned her around, forcing her onto her hands and knees. “You wanted shit? You’re going to get it.”

Amritha whimpered but didn’t resist as George pressed his ass against her face. The smell was overwhelming, but she opened her mouth, letting him push out a thick, warm load directly onto her tongue. She gagged again, tears streaming down her face, but she forced herself to swallow, her body trembling with a mix of disgust and arousal.

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“That’s it,” Peter said, his voice filled with approval. “Take it all, you dirty little whore. This is what you are now—a filthy, broken slut who’ll do anything for her masters.”

Amritha moaned, her body shaking as she swallowed the last of it. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Thank you for showing me what I really am.”

George and Peter laughed, their voices echoing through the room. “You’re welcome, slut,” George said, slapping her ass hard. “Now you know what it means to be truly owned.”

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EPILOGUE: The night ended with all of us lying in bed together, our bodies intertwined as we basked in the afterglow of our shared passion. Amritha had embraced her new role with enthusiasm, and I couldn’t have been prouder of her. This was just the beginning of our journey into the world of forbidden desires.

THE END.

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Should i continue urine sex and shit sex... To be frank i like that... But if u guys dont like, tell me i will MINIMIZE... i cannot stop it but will minimize... Need your suggestions...

 

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AISHWARYA RAI

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BASIC PLOT: Aishwarya, a 56-year-old woman who still gets her periods and can conceive, discovers her husband Abhishek has been unfaithful with a younger woman.

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In a fit of rage and desire for revenge, she invites her American and Negro friends to gangbang her without condoms, aiming to get pregnant and reclaim her power. The story is crude, filthy, and dialogue-heavy, focusing on Aishwarya’s degradation and breeding fantasy.

AUTHOR CUT : This is just a normal story... No high point, no mind control, no brainwashing or force fucking... Just a simple story... At the age of 56 we cant do anything more with aishwarya rai...

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The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Aishwarya stood in the center, her sari pooled at her feet, her body exposed and trembling with a mix of anger and arousal.

Her dark eyes burned with determination as she faced the three men who had just entered.

“You’re late,” she said, her voice low and dripping with venom. “I thought you’d be eager to fuck me.”

The tallest of the three, Marcus, stepped forward, his muscular frame towering over her. “We’re here now, baby. And we’re gonna give you exactly what you asked for.” His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

Aishwarya smirked, her hands moving to her hips. “Good. Because I want all of you to fill me up. No condoms. No mercy. Just your cocks and your cum.” Saying this aishwarya began to play with marcus cock..

Marcus grinned, his teeth gleaming in the low light. “You’re one dirty bitch, you know that?”

“And you’re about to find out just how dirty I can be,” she shot back, her voice laced with defiance.

The second man, Jamal, stepped forward, his eyes raking over her body. “Damn, Aishwarya. You’re still fucking hot for an older woman. I can’t wait to feel that pussy.”

She turned to him, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Then stop talking and start fucking.”

Jamal didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close as his lips crashed onto hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tangling with hers in a fierce kiss.

Aishwarya moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed her body against his.Meanwhile, Marcus moved behind her, his hands sliding down her back to grip her ass. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice ass,” he growled, giving it a hard slap. The sound echoed through the room, making Aishwarya gasp.

“Harder,” she demanded, breaking the kiss with Jamal. “I want to feel it.”Marcus obliged, delivering another sharp slap to her ass cheek. Aishwarya cried out, her body arching as pleasure shot through her. “Yes! Just like that!”

The third man, Tyrone, watched from the sidelines, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. “You’re one greedy slut, aren’t you?” he said, his voice rough with desire.

Aishwarya turned to him, her eyes blazing. “And you’re next. Get over here and show me what you’ve got.”

Tyrone didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his hands going to the waistband of his pants. In one swift motion, he pulled them down, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. Aishwarya’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of it.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Tyrone smirked. “Oh, I will. But first, let’s see how much of this you can take.”

He grabbed the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his cock. Aishwarya opened wide, taking him in as deep as she could. Her lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking hard as her tongue swirled around the tip.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyrone groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. “That’s it, suck my cock like the slut you are.”

Aishwarya moaned around his length, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her hands reached up to fondle his balls, squeezing them gently as she worked his cock.

Meanwhile, Marcus and Jamal were busy preparing her for what was to come. Marcus knelt behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as he pressed his tongue against her tight hole. Aishwarya gasped around Tyrone’s cock, her body jerking as Marcus’s tongue delved inside. Now aishwarya sandwiched with 2 cocks..

“Fuck! That feels so good!” she cried, her voice muffled by Tyrone’s cock.

Jamal moved in front of her, his hands going to her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Aishwarya moaned again, her body writhing with pleasure as all three men worked her over.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Jamal said, his voice filled with lust. “I can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

Aishwarya pulled off Tyrone’s cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva. “Then stop teasing me and do it already!”

jamal grinned, stepping back to remove his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and ready. He grabbed Aishwarya by the hips, positioning himself at her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her.

“Fuck!” Aishwarya screamed, her nails digging into Jamal’s shoulders. “Yes! Fuck me harder!”

Jamal obliged, slamming into her with brutal force. His cock stretched her walls, filling her completely as he pounded into her. Aishwarya’s head fell back, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

Marcus continued to eat her ass, his tongue working in tandem with Jamal’s thrusts. Tyrone moved behind Jamal, his cock pressing against Aishwarya’s lips once more. She opened wide, taking him in as Jamal continued to fuck her.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moans, and grunts of pleasure. Aishwarya was lost in the sensation, her body being used and abused by the three men. She loved every second of it.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Jamal growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Do it! Cum inside me!” Aishwarya screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

With a final thrust, Jamal buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his load. Hot cum flooded her pussy, filling her to the brim. Aishwarya cried out as she felt it, her own orgasm crashing over her.

But there was no time to rest. As Jamal pulled out, Marcus took his place, his cock sliding into her still-quivering pussy. Aishwarya moaned as he began to fuck her, his thrusts slow and deliberate.

“You’re such a good little cum dumpster,” Marcus growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Taking all our cum like a champ.”

Aishwarya could only moan in response, her body still trembling from her orgasm. Tyrone continued to fuck her mouth, his cock sliding in and out as Marcus pounded her from behind.

The room was a symphony of pleasure, each man taking their turn with Aishwarya. She was their plaything, their cum dumpster, and she loved every second of it. In the end enough cum went into her pussy with which it was sure she will be pregnant but tyrone marcus and Others didnt stop... They even poured their remaining cum on her face and made her face dirty.. A face which was considered to be a pride of india was filled with cum sweat and even spit of negros and Americans.

EPILOGUE: Three months later, Aishwarya sat in the doctor’s office, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked down at the positive pregnancy test in her hand.

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She had gotten what she wanted—revenge on Abhishek and a new life growing inside her and even she dont know who the father for this bastard child... But all that didn't bother her... Even at age of 56, she is pregnant and even after being pregnant she is soo horny that she plays with dildo to keep herself in control...

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THE END...

 

[hotaks]

Bro your writing always looking next level but amrita easily lost herself to them please make it hard to lost herself cause when sturdy girls will lost herself then the story looks interesting if you want to continue this story then please try some resilient girls which are not easily surrendered to them otherwise you add your old mind controling plot which also make sturdy woman to whore choice is yours bro..... BTW please continue your writing

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Same comment which i use to say to others now bouncing back to me... ... Anyway if u remember i told already that mu main motto is to write on as many actress i can... To be frank i didnt think too much while writting on AMRITHA... Because my main play in that story i should make her take piss and shit... I could have made it mind control type but that will be my usual style... So followed this template...

To he more precise, aishwarya rai story which i wrote now was written just in half an hour.... Just for the sake of writting on her i wrote...

Anyway next planning to write on my second darling sai pallavi... Searching for a script..

 

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SHALINI PANDEY

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Hai, I am Rajeev. This is about my colleague Shalini, our receptionist, and an absolute beauty. She’s fair, tall, and curvy with a stunning hourglass figure. Her measurements are 34-26-34, with 34B breasts, a 26-inch waist, and 34-inch hips. Her black hair, black eyes, and flawless skin make her irresistible. My secretary was on leave, and Shalini stepped in, often working late with me. One evening, I decided to try my luck with her, and things escalated quickly.

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I’ll never forget the moment I saw her that evening. Shalini was wearing a dark blue chiffon saree, the fabric clinging to her curves like it was made just for her. The sleeveless blouse exposed her smooth, toned arms, and the folds of her saree teased glimpses of her navel and the soft flesh of her waist. She looked like a dream—no, a fantasy. I could hardly focus on work, my mind racing with thoughts of what she might look like underneath that saree.

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I called her into my office, my heart pounding. “Shalini, what would you do if you had to leave the office now?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

She tilted her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. “I don’t have anything planned. I’d rather stay late than go home alone.”

My pulse quickened. I leaned forward slightly, lowering my voice. “What if… you spent some time with me instead?”

Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she didn’t hesitate. “I’m listening. What do you have in mind?”

I didn’t need to say more. The way she looked at me said it all. We left the office together, and as I drove her to my place, I couldn’t resist resting my hand on her thigh. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted closer, her fingers grazing the bulge in my trousers. God, she was bold.

When we got home, things moved fast. Shalini wasted no time. She pulled me into my bedroom, her lips crashing against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. Her hands were everywhere—my chest, my back, tugging at my shirt until it was off. Her lips trailed down to my nipples, biting lightly, teasing, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

I returned the favor, unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. Her deep cleavage was framed by a lacy bra, her 34B breasts spilling over the cups. Fuck, they were perfect—round, firm, with dark nipples already erect and begging for attention. I couldn’t help but squeeze them, marveling at how they filled my hands.

She let out a soft moan, her fingers working my belt buckle and then my zipper. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, its purple head glistening with pre-cum. Shalini knelt before me, her black eyes locked on mine as her tongue flicked over the tip. Slorp. The sound alone was enough to make me shudder.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her breath hot against my shaft. Her lips wrapped around me, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. My knees almost buckled.

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I lifted her up, desperate to taste her too. I peeled away her saree and panties, revealing her pussy—clean-shaven, slick with arousal, and utterly inviting. I buried my face between her thighs, lapping at her folds with greedy strokes. She moaned louder, her hands tangling in my hair as I pushed my tongue deeper into her wet cunt.

“Rajeev… yes… fuck,” she panted, her hips grinding against my face.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I laid her on the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and guided my cock to her entrance. She was so tight, so impossibly warm as I pushed inside. Her moans turned into screams as I thrust deeper, each stroke igniting a fire in both of us.

“Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!” she begged, her nails digging into my back.

I obeyed, driving into her with relentless force. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her pussy tightening around my cock like a vise. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as I neared the edge.

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Suddenly, Shalini flipped us over, straddling me with fierce determination. She rode me with wild abandon, her ass bouncing on my lap, her tits swaying hypnotically. Her moans grew louder, more primal, and I could tell she was close.

“Rajeev… I’m going to— ahhh!” Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy clamping down on me in waves of ecstasy.

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I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural groan, I erupted inside her, filling her with every last drop of cum. She collapsed onto me, panting, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

But Shalini wasn’t done. She sat up, looking down at me with a devilish grin. “Round two?” she asked, already reaching for my softening cock.

“Lie back,” Shalini commands, her voice low and sultry. I do as she says, propping myself up on my elbows to watch her. She kneels behind me, her hands sliding up my thighs, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin. My cock twitches in anticipation, already hardening again despite the intense session we just had.

She leans down, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin just below my balls. I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Shalini…” I groan, my voice thick with need.

“Shh,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my flesh. “Just let me take care of you.” Her tongue darts out again, this time tracing a slow, wet circle around my asshole. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My back arches, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan....She licks me again, her tongue pressing more insistently against my tight hole. Slick… glrk… slurp… The sounds she makes are filthy, and they only heighten my arousal. Her hands grip my hips, holding me in place as she devours me. “Fuck, Shalini…” I mutter, my voice trembling. “That feels fucking amazing.”

She pulls back for a moment, her lips glistening with saliva. “You like that?” she asks, her tone playful but with a hint of something darker beneath the surface. I nod frantically, unable to form words. She smirks and dives back in, her tongue swirling around my asshole before pushing inside. Splortch… glrk… The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room, and I can’t help but groan loudly.

Her tongue works its magic, probing deep into my asshole, every movement sending jolts of pleasure through me. My cock is rock hard now, dripping with pre-cum. She reaches up and wraps her hand around it, stroking me in time with the thrusts of her tongue. Squelch… splurt… The combination of sensations is overwhelming, and I’m teetering on the edge of climax.

But Shalini knows exactly how to tease me. She pulls away just as I’m about to come, leaving me panting and desperate. “Not yet,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “I have something else in mind.”

Before I can respond, she rolls me onto my stomach and positions herself behind me. I feel her hands spreading my cheeks apart, exposing my asshole to the cool air. “Shalini…” I say, my voice shaking. “What are you—”

“Shh,” she interrupts, her tone firm but gentle. “Trust me.” I feel the tip of her finger press against my asshole, slick with lube. She teases me for a moment before slowly pushing inside. Squish… The sensation is intense but oddly pleasurable. She moves her finger in and out, stretching me carefully.

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“You’re so tight,” she murmurs, her voice almost reverent. “But I’ll make you ready.” She adds a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch me further. I moan into the pillow, my cock throbbing with need. Squish… glorp… The sounds are lewd, but they only make me harder.

When she finally withdraws her fingers, I feel empty and craving more. “Turn over,” she commands, and I flip onto my back without hesitation. She straddles me, her pussy hovering just above my cock. She reaches behind her and positions the tip against her asshole.

“Rajeev,” she says, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you to fuck my ass. Hard and deep.” Her words send a jolt of lust through me, and I nod eagerly. She lowers herself slowly onto me, the tight ring of her asshole resisting at first before giving way. Squish… slorp… The sensation is incredible—tight, hot, and utterly consuming.

She moans loudly as she takes all of me inside her, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Yes…” she breathes, her hands resting on my chest for support. She begins to move, rocking her hips back and forth, taking me deeper with each thrust. Slap… squelch… The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room.

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“Call me your slut,” she demands, her voice shaky but insistent. “Tell me how much you love fucking my ass.”

“Shalini…” I groan, struggling to form coherent words. “You’re my filthy little slut. I love how tight your ass feels around my cock.”

She moans louder, her movements becoming more frantic. “Yes… tell me more…”

“You’re mine,” I growl, gripping her hips tightly. “Your ass was made for me to fuck.” Her nails dig into my chest as she rides me harder, her cries growing more desperate.

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“Harder!” she shouts, her body trembling with need. I oblige, thrusting up into her with all the force I can muster. Slap… squelch… The sounds are deafening now, drowned out only by our moans and cries.

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“I’m going to come,” I warn her, my voice hoarse.

“Do it,” she gasps. “Fill my ass with your cum.” With a final, powerful thrust, I explode inside her, my release flooding her tight hole. She cries out as she climaxes as well, her body convulsing around me.

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We collapse together, panting and sweaty. But Shalini’s hunger isn’t satisfied yet. She looks up at me with a wicked grin, her hand already reaching for my softening cock. “Don’t think we’re done,” she purrs…

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THE END

 

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Sreeleela

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Hi everyone, my name is Sreeleela. I’m married, no kids, and my husband works in Mumbai while I’m stuck in Bangalore. He visits once in a blue moon, so sneaking around hasn’t been an issue. But what happened in Goa? Oh god. Let me tell you.

It started with the promotions. Five managerial positions, ten female candidates. Nithin, Shiva, Nathan, Manish, and Syed—the guys who held our futures in their hands. The initial interviews whittled us down to six. Then came the offer. A 3-lakh salary hike, but with a catch. Three days in Goa, letting them use us however they wanted. One woman was pregnant—she got her promotion without a second thought. The rest of us? We were left to decide.

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I called my husband. Money was tight, and he didn’t hesitate. “Take it,” he said. “Just be careful.” So I did. Two days later, I booked my flight.

The hotel room in Goa was fancy, but my stomach churned as soon as I stepped inside. The phone rang. “A room boy will come,” the voice on the other end said. “He’ll give you an oil massage. And he’ll fuck you before he starts.”

My heart pounded as the doorbell rang. The man who entered was all business. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. “I don’t have time.”

I hesitated, but the thought of that promotion made me strip. He grabbed my breasts, his hands rough, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp. His mouth closed over one, sucking violently, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I cried out, but he ignored me, biting until my nipples were raw and red.

“Your pussy smells good,” he muttered, kneeling between my legs. He wiped me roughly with a towel, then stood, unzipping his pants. His cock was thick, huge, maybe six inches long but so wide. He shoved it into me without warning, and I screamed, but he covered my mouth with his, silencing me as he pounded into me. Tears streamed down my face, but he didn’t stop. Twenty minutes of relentless thrusting, and he came inside me, his cum mixing with the blood from my torn flesh.

He gave me a half-hearted massage afterward, his hands roaming over my body as if he hadn’t just destroyed me. Then he flipped me over, spreading my cheeks and thrusting into my ass. I screamed again, but he just laughed, slamming into me until he came a second time.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and slept until evening. The phone woke me at 7 PM. “Get ready,” the voice said. I showered, trying to scrub away the aches and bruises, but they were everywhere.

By 9 PM, the five men were in my room, congratulating me on my new position—and my new role as their prostitute. They handed me lingerie and a small towel.

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“Wear nothing else,” Nithin said. “We’re taking you to the beach.”The car ride was tense. My two colleagues were there too, looking just as confused as I felt. The beach wasn’t empty—it was a rave party, packed with people. They got us drunk, drugged us, and before I knew it, I was in lingerie on a stage, being auctioned off like cattle."10K for this one!" the auctioneer barked, his finger jabbing toward me. My cheeks burned with shame as a man stepped forward, shoving the money into the auctioneer's hand. He grabbed my arm, yanking me off the stage and into the crowd. “Ahhh! Ughhh!” I whimpered as he shoved me to my knees in the sand. He didn’t waste time—his cock was already out, thick and heavy, slapping against my face. He quickly removed my lingerie and shouted loudly “Suck it, whore,” , He was forcing my mouth open and shoving himself inside. “Mmmmm… uhhh… ahhh…”

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I gagged as he thrust deep, his hands gripping my hair like a leash. When he came, he pulled out just enough to spurt his load across my face, his cum dripping down my cheeks. “Good bitch,” he sneered, spitting on me before shoving me to the next man.

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The second buyer was rougher. He bent me over a cooler, my ass exposed to the crowd. “Yesss… ahhh… oh god!” I cried as he rammed into my pussy without warning, his cock stretching me wide.

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He slapped my ass with each thrust, leaving red handprints on my skin. When he finished, he grabbed a marker from his pocket and scrawled “Property of Goa Nights” across my lower back. “You’re mine now,” he growled



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The third man was older, his hands trembling with excitement as he pushed me onto the sand. “Uhhhh… mmmm… yesss…” I moaned as he licked my pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of me. But his gentleness didn’t last—he flipped me over and shoved his cock into my ass, his thrusts so hard I screamed. “Ohhh… ahhh… fuck!”

Tears streamed down my face as he came inside me, then wiped his mess across jiu was numb, my body moving on autopilot. He grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucked my mouth. “Suck it harder, slut!” he demanded, slapping my face with his cock. “Mmmm… ahhh… yesss…” I obeyed, taking him deep until he came down my throat. He spat on my tits and laughed, calling me his “cum dumpster.”

The fifth man was the cruelest. He made me kneel in the sand while he pissed all over me, his urine soaking my hair and dripping down my body.

“Beg for it,” he ordered as he shoved his cock into my pussy. “Please… uhhhh… fuck me!” I cried, my voice breaking as he brutalized me. When he finished, he slapped me hard across the face, leaving a red mark. “You belong to us now,” he said, throwing another 15K at the auctioneer.

By morning, I was a broken mess, my body covered in bruises, cum, piss, and crude markings. The men had treated me like an object, a toy to be used and discarded. And the worst part? I knew this was only the beginning.

When I woke up in the hotel room, Nathan and Syed were already at work on my colleagues. Shiva was between my legs, licking my pussy, his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. I was too weak to move, but the pain was mixed with something else—pleasure.

“You’re awake,” Nathan said, pulling away from one of the women. He and Manish dragged me to the bathroom, dropping me into the tub. “Clean yourself up,” Nathan ordered.

They gave me a drink, something that made my skin tingle and my head swim. I could feel the liquid burning its way down my throat, leaving me dizzy but oddly alive, like I was waking up from a nightmare only to find myself in a darker one. Nathan knelt between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs like I was nothing more than a slab of meat. His tongue flicked over my clit, teasing, taunting, and I couldn’t help but whimper.

“Good girl,” he growled, his voice low and animalistic. “Now bark for me. Bark like the bitch you are.”

I hesitated, shame flooding my chest, but Nathan’s teeth suddenly grazed my inner thigh, sharp enough to make me yelp. “Bark!” he demanded, his voice rising. My breath hitched, and before I could stop myself, I let out a pathetic, high-pitched yelp. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to smirk. “Louder,” he ordered, his tongue circling my clit again. “Bark, you filthy mutt!”

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This time, I obeyed without hesitation, the sound escaping my lips like a wounded animal. “Arf! Arf!” I cried, my voice trembling with humiliation. Nathan’s hands tightened on my thighs, his nails digging into my flesh as he laughed.

“That’s it, you fucking dog,” he sneered. “Now take it like one.”

Manish grabbed my hair, yanking my head back as he shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged immediately, my throat convulsing around him, but he didn’t care. He thrust deep, his balls slamming against my chin, and I could feel my jaw straining to accommodate him. Saliva dripped down my chin as I struggled to breathe, tears streaming down my face.

“Suck it, you dirty bitch,” Manish growled, his voice dripping with contempt. “Show me how much you love this cock.”

I tried to obey, bobbing my head as best as I could with the little space he gave me. My tongue swirled around his shaft, and I could taste the bitterness of his precum as it leaked into my mouth. Nathan’s tongue was relentless, flicking over my clit with precision, and I couldn’t help but moan around Manish’s cock despite the humiliation.

“Fuck yeah,” Nathan muttered, his lips brushing against my ear. “You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like an animal.”

I nodded frantically, unable to speak with Manish’s cock filling my mouth. Nathan laughed darkly, his fingers slipping inside me, stretching me roughly as he continued to devour my pussy with his mouth. I could feel myself getting wetter, the shame mixing with an undeniable pleasure that made me hate myself even more.

“Bark again,” Nathan ordered, his voice harsh. “Let everyone know what a dirty little dog you are.”

“Arf! Arf!” I cried, the sound muffled by Manish’s cock. My body trembled as Nathan’s fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I was so close, so embarrassingly close, but they weren’t going to let me finish yet.Manish pulled out suddenly, his cock slick with my saliva, and slapped it against my cheek. “Swallow this,” he commanded, his voice cold. He shoved himself back into my mouth, thrusting roughly until he came, his cum flooding my throat. I choked but forced myself to swallow every drop, tears streaming down my face as Nathan laughed.

“Good dog,” Nathan said mockingly, patting my head like I was nothing more than a pet. Then he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Now roll over and show us your ass. It’s time for your next trick.”

My body moved automatically, the humiliation making me numb. I rolled onto all fours, my ass in the air, and waited for whatever came next. Nathan’s hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing through the room. “Bark louder,” he ordered.

I did. And I hated myself for it.

Syed took his turn next, fucking my mouth while Nathan kept eating my pussy. I lost track of how many times they came, how many loads I swallowed. Finally, they told me we’d been sold for 7 lakhs—2 of which were going to us.

“From now on,” Nithin said, “you’ll do whatever we want.”

Two of them took me to the bed, one fucking my pussy while the other slammed into my ass. I screamed at first, begging them to stop, but as they found their rhythm, I gave in. “Fuck me harder!” I moaned. “Yes! Yes! Fill me up!”

Syed shoved his cock into my mouth again, and I sucked him violently, moaning around his shaft as he came in my throat. When they were done, I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling and numb, yet somehow still craving more. The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and muffled groans, but then Nathan’s voice cut through the haze.

“Not so fast, Sreeleela,” he said, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. “We’re not done with you yet. Get on all fours.”

I obeyed without hesitation, the humiliation and exhaustion making me pliant. My body moved mechanically, crawling across the bed until I was on my hands and knees. The men gathered around me, their eyes roaming over my bruised and battered form with a mix of amusement and lust.

“Now,” Nathan ordered, his voice low and commanding, “piss. Piss like the dog you are.”

My face burned with shame, but I couldn’t refuse. I felt the pressure building in my bladder, and with a soft whimper, I let go. The stream of urine splattered onto the bed beneath me, the sound loud and unmistakable. I hung my head, tears streaming down my cheeks as the men laughed and cheered.

“Look at her!” Syed jeered, grabbing his phone. “Our little bitch in action.”

They circled around me, snapping photos from every angle. I heard the click of the camera shutter, each one a fresh stab of humiliation.

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“Bark for the camera, whore,” Manish demanded, his voice dripping with contempt.

Arf! Arf! I barked obediently, my voice trembling with humiliation. The sound echoed in the room, drawing more laughter from the men.

“Good girl,” Nithin said mockingly, patting my head like I was nothing more than a pet. “Now roll over and show them your ass.”

I did as I was told, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs wide. The flash of the camera blinded me, but I kept my position, knowing there was no escape from this degradation.

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When they were finally done, I collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. They left me there, laughing among themselves as they headed out of the room. I lay there in silence, the taste of their cum still lingering in my mouth, the smell of my own piss clinging to my skin.

And deep inside, a twisted part of me wondered if this was what I had become—a broken, obedient animal, desperate for their approval.

EPILOGUE: AFTER 6 MONTHS...

Six months. Half a year since that fateful trip to Goa, and I’m not the same Sreeleela anymore. My walk? It’s different now—hips swaying with a deliberate slowness, as if I’m always aware of the eyes on me. My talk? Gone is the shy, reserved tone. Now, it’s laced with a sultry edge, my words dripping with innuendo even when I don’t mean them to. It’s like my body has rebelled against my mind, turning me into something I barely recognize.

At work, I’ve become their favorite toy. Nithin, Shiva, Nathan, Manish, Syed—they don’t even bother hiding it anymore. They’ll call me into meetings just to grope me under the table, their hands slipping beneath my blouse as I try to focus on the presentation. My colleagues whisper behind my back, but they don’t dare say anything out loud. They know what happens to those who cross the bosses.

My wardrobe has changed too. Tight skirts, plunging necklines—clothes that cling to my curves and leave little to the imagination. It’s like I’m begging for attention, even though deep down, I hate it. But I can’t stop myself. When I catch my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognize the woman staring back at me. Her eyes are hollow, her smile forced. She’s a shell of who I used to be.

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Public humiliation has become second nature. Just last week, during a team dinner, Nathan slipped something into my drink. Before I knew it, I was on the table, dancing like a stripper, my dress hiked up to my waist. The room erupted in cheers, and I—ashamed as I was—couldn’t stop. It was like my body was no longer mine to control.

The worst part? My husband noticed. He came home for the first time in months, and he didn’t recognize me either. “What’s happened to you?” he asked, his voice heavy with disgust. I tried to explain, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I showed him—dragging him to bed and doing things I never thought I’d do. He left the next morning, and we haven’t spoken since.

I’ve tried to fight it, to claw my way back to the person I was before Goa. But it’s like the darkness has seeped into my bones, twisting me into something vile and unrecognizable. Last night, I found myself at a bar, flirting with strangers just to feel some semblance of control. One man took me to his car, and I let him fuck me in the backseat while his friends watched. I didn’t even care. Pissing in public and attracting people is my major passion now a days..

This isn’t me. Or maybe it is now. I don’t know anymore. All I know is that Sreeleela—the innocent, loving wife—is gone. And in her place is a broken, desperate shell of a woman who no longer knows who she is.

THE END.