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I’m a happily married, 28-year old wife and mother and a very successful businesswoman working on my own and partly for my husband in Bombay. I’m smart, good-looking; I eat right, exercise, and have a body that my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece swimsuit. In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my young stud lover wants me to do. Raghu, my lover, is 25 years old and works at our firm responsible for doing legal jobs of his body is rock-hard. Brown eyes, beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass i’ve ever seen on a man.I am very much the professional in the office, but at office luncheons, pubs and parties, I am an outrageous flirt. I just can’t help it. At first, Raghu was the perfect target for my flirting good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in the office. He was always fun to tease, always a good sport — until a farewell party of one In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Sahil, at my side, I had been merciless flirting with Raghu all evening. Later in the evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a bedroom. It was Raghu.“Come here, you cock teaser.” He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door behind us. I didn’t say a word because I assumed he was now k**ding me in return, or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green velvet of my dress. His fingers found my bra less nipples and they hardened to his touch. “No, Raghu! What do you think you’re doing? My husband is downstairs!” “I’m breaking a cock teaser. In my neighborhood we know how to deal with cock teasers and you are the worst I have ever met. When I’m through with you, you won’t tease me anymore.”
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me on. I didn’t fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was Raghu, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond. Sahil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way Raghu was. This was new and exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Raghu pushed me back on to the bed. “Raghu! Stop it! Are you crazy?” I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low. Raghu ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my panty hose and, instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke. When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him, “Wow! I really can’t believe that happened, Raghu. It was great, but I can’t believe I just cheated on my husband!” Raghu grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard cock, “Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean.” I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our juices from its length. As I was working on his cock, Raghu said, “Do you know why cock teasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that’s the only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it – hard and fast.” I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn’t know it then, but Raghu had given me something I could no longer live without. Until Raghu took me on that bed, I never knew sexual Excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.At work the following Monday, Raghu followed me to my car and demanded a blowjob. There was never any question of doing what he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and wanted more. I gave Raghu his blowjob, and that became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, I’d be sucking on my stud’s hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He’d fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I’d lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. On Friday afternoon, Raghu gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Sahil that I was preparing for a project, which always entailed extra hours at the office. When I arrived at Raghu’s, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Raghu tired this girl out! His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was about to explode, and then back off – he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin ass hole. He sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy. Sahil had been the only other man wanted Raghu to fuck me for days. I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Raghu around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, “Same time, next Saturday, slut.” “i’ll be here.” “See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut.” “i’ll be waiting, Raghu.”
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday was even better than the first! Raghu was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn’t want to wait another long week between Raghu’s fucks. Every evening after work hours I begged Raghu to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life — I was physically and sexually addicted to Raghu. On the third Saturday, Raghu wasn’t alone when I arrived. “This is my friend, Prashant,” smiled Raghu.I said hello to Prashant and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so Raghu and I could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Raghu. Raghu patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, “I told Prashant you’d give him a blow job, before he left.” “No, Raghu, I can’t do that.” I couldn’t understand why Raghu would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me. “Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me.” I knew Raghu was serious. I’m embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Raghu’s pleasures so easily.“Okay, Raghu, i’ll do as you ask.” With a huge grin, Prashant led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth. Before Prashant came, Raghu entered the bedroom. He was naked and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Prashant with my mouth. His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as Prashant exploded in my mouth.
I’m sure you guessed that Prashant didn’t leave, and the next several hours I had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious that Raghu’s favorite position was pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Prashant’s cock. My body was sore and tired as I drove Home from Raghu’s apartment. I couldn’t believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn’t have regrets or more guilt. The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Raghu’s place almost every Saturday for the next couple of months. Most days Raghu was alone, but Prashant did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.In late March, Raghu told me to get there a little early and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a saree very transparent, Blouse with no back and deep low and wide open in the front. No ghagra just this two clothes and both very transparent and very high heels. “Put these on, Chikni Gulbadan. I’m having some friends over to watch cricket, and you’re going to be our waitress.” I definitely didn’t like the sound of that, after my experience with Prashant. “Raghu, please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to entertain your friends — just you. I’ll wear this saree for you.”Raghu grabbed the clothes from my hand. “No problem, chikni. You know the rule — you do what I ask, or we don’t play anymore. It’s that simple. You wear this for my friends or An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more makeup than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Raghu, Prashant and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my saree, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands. That started the party in earnest. After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again. I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive, willing woman available to take care of their a****l urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.
Another guy pulled his cock then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples. Prashant lay on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock. Another guy, Dilip, stood over Prashant and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum must have been enough for Prashant and Dilip, because they both came within seconds of each other. For 2 hours, to the hoots, catcalls, cheering and whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, they were only jerking, pumping, and shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.Raghu must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone’s moans and groans because I was leaving. When I got home, the k**s were fast asleep and Sahil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Sagaar stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him adding one gooier load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to “normal” for a while. Everyday after work, I give Raghu a blowjob. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Prashant is usually thereon Saturdays, and sometimes, Dilip also shows up. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s 1 or 2 or 3 — I service them all — letting them do whatever they want to me. Last week was the ultimate demand by Raghu. After work, he handed makeup and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Raghu told me to be there or else say good-bye, and then he walked away.Lucky for me, Sahil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn’t know then how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of Raghu’s and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn’t easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra makeup in the visor mirror, and put on my overcoat. Music was blasting through Raghu’s apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Raghu opened the door and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, “The entertainment’s here.
Get the groom ready!” More yells from inside followed. Raghu curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him. Raghu took my hand and led me into the room, “Gentlemen. This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your balls! “Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Ganesh, requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here’s what happens. Ganesh is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could have had, because…..” Raghu opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room, “…the Sex Machine is here!”For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there. Everybody except Ganesh had me at least twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn’t long after I started that Ganesh began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but Raghu refused to release him. Finally, when things slowed down, Raghu asked everyone if Ganesh should be allowed to change his mind.
Most of his friends booed the idea, but Raghu said he’d let Ganesh go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a challenge for Ganesh, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Ganesh could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Ganesh didn’t hesitate. I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their cum over and in my pussy. Raghu untied Ganesh and he fell on top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came. At last, Ganesh dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me. I rolled Ganesh off and stood on wobbly legs. Raghu wrapped my raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a present for me in my pockets. I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist’s chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, “What the hell was I doing?” When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. I couldn’t imagine Why Raghu would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit “PLAY.”I couldn’t believe it! It was a tape of this evening’s festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Sahil would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Raghu no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don’t know what I’m going to do if he says “no way, slut.”
His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress a nervous giggle. But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me on. I didn’t fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was Raghu, and I knew he would never hurt me. Still, the roughness was causing me to respond. Sahil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never talked to me or felt me the way Raghu was. This was new and exciting. I fell back almost willingly when Raghu pushed me back on to the bed. “Raghu! Stop it! Are you crazy?” I was protesting, but I was also keeping my voice low. Raghu ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my panty hose and, instead of removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke. When he came, he pulled out and stood up. I sat up and smiled at him, “Wow! I really can’t believe that happened, Raghu. It was great, but I can’t believe I just cheated on my husband!” Raghu grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard cock, “Shut up, bitch. Lick me clean.” I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then licking our juices from its length. As I was working on his cock, Raghu said, “Do you know why cock teasers tease? Because they are really sluts and that’s the only way they know how to ask for it the way they want it – hard and fast.” I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much attention to what he was saying. Finally, when he was clean, he returned his meat into his pants and zipped up. He walked out of the bedroom without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned to the party, he was gone.
That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex. I didn’t know it then, but Raghu had given me something I could no longer live without. Until Raghu took me on that bed, I never knew sexual Excitement like that existed. I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.At work the following Monday, Raghu followed me to my car and demanded a blowjob. There was never any question of doing what he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and wanted more. I gave Raghu his blowjob, and that became the daily ritual. Every afternoon, I’d be sucking on my stud’s hot cock as his hands roamed over and in my body. He’d fill my mouth with cum, and watch me swallow it, and then I’d lick him clean, drive home and be the perfect wife and mother. On Friday afternoon, Raghu gave me his address and told me to be there by noon on Saturday. It was easy enough to tell Sahil that I was preparing for a project, which always entailed extra hours at the office. When I arrived at Raghu’s, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to undress. For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state of sexual awareness in my life! Raghu tired this girl out! His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body. I became a slave to his touch. He would tease and play with me until my release was about to explode, and then back off – he drove me crazy and into ecstasy. He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin ass hole. He sucked my nipples and toes and fingers and clit. He massaged my legs and back and breasts and my pussy. Sahil had been the only other man wanted Raghu to fuck me for days. I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Raghu around the neck, when he patted my buns and said, “Same time, next Saturday, slut.” “i’ll be here.” “See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut.” “i’ll be waiting, Raghu.”
It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday was even better than the first! Raghu was so young and strong and aggressive. The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and enjoyed. But after that second Saturday, I didn’t want to wait another long week between Raghu’s fucks. Every evening after work hours I begged Raghu to let me visit him. Finally, on Thursday he said yes. I stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed. Driving home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in control of all aspects of my life — I was physically and sexually addicted to Raghu. On the third Saturday, Raghu wasn’t alone when I arrived. “This is my friend, Prashant,” smiled Raghu.I said hello to Prashant and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn’t wait for him to leave, so Raghu and I could get on with the fucking! I get hot just being close to Raghu. Raghu patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, “I told Prashant you’d give him a blow job, before he left.” “No, Raghu, I can’t do that.” I couldn’t understand why Raghu would say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me. “Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out of here. No more fun times with me.” I knew Raghu was serious. I’m embarrassed to admit I thought about it for only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Raghu’s pleasures so easily.“Okay, Raghu, i’ll do as you ask.” With a huge grin, Prashant led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his shoe-tops. I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth. Before Prashant came, Raghu entered the bedroom. He was naked and seemed to enjoy watching me fuck Prashant with my mouth. His dick was hard and I reached for it with my hand as Prashant exploded in my mouth.
I’m sure you guessed that Prashant didn’t leave, and the next several hours I had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time. It became obvious that Raghu’s favorite position was pounding his cock into me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Prashant’s cock. My body was sore and tired as I drove Home from Raghu’s apartment. I couldn’t believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young studs. I wondered why I didn’t have regrets or more guilt. The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and kinkier. I continued to go to Raghu’s place almost every Saturday for the next couple of months. Most days Raghu was alone, but Prashant did show up occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.In late March, Raghu told me to get there a little early and when I did, he handed me an outrageous outfit. It was a saree very transparent, Blouse with no back and deep low and wide open in the front. No ghagra just this two clothes and both very transparent and very high heels. “Put these on, Chikni Gulbadan. I’m having some friends over to watch cricket, and you’re going to be our waitress.” I definitely didn’t like the sound of that, after my experience with Prashant. “Raghu, please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to entertain your friends — just you. I’ll wear this saree for you.”Raghu grabbed the clothes from my hand. “No problem, chikni. You know the rule — you do what I ask, or we don’t play anymore. It’s that simple. You wear this for my friends or An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more makeup than I have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Raghu, Prashant and three friends. My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed and fingered at every opportunity. I was pulled down on to laps for feels and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me to sit on it. Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling my saree, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock. He pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and hands. That started the party in earnest. After that first fuck, I moved from lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot their load and get hard again. I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive, willing woman available to take care of their a****l urges, these guys were crude and rude and gross. One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.
Another guy pulled his cock then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch me lick his cum off my nipples. Prashant lay on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock. Another guy, Dilip, stood over Prashant and I sucked his prick into my mouth. Within a few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching. I reached for his erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face. The sight of the cum must have been enough for Prashant and Dilip, because they both came within seconds of each other. For 2 hours, to the hoots, catcalls, cheering and whistles, I serviced their cocks. They were no longer men to me, they were only jerking, pumping, and shooting cocks. And I loved every minute of it.Raghu must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to go home. I left, blowing kisses to everyone’s moans and groans because I was leaving. When I got home, the k**s were fast asleep and Sahil was napping. Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the shower. I smelled like a whorehouse next to a brewery. I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Sagaar stepped in wearing a smile and a hard-on. My guess was that he woke from his nap with an erection and wanted me to do something about it. Without a word, I leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me. When he came, I thought about him adding one gooier load to the 10 or 12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm of my action-packed day.
After the party, things got back to “normal” for a while. Everyday after work, I give Raghu a blowjob. He lets me visit him about one weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday. Prashant is usually thereon Saturdays, and sometimes, Dilip also shows up. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s 1 or 2 or 3 — I service them all — letting them do whatever they want to me. Last week was the ultimate demand by Raghu. After work, he handed makeup and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night. Raghu told me to be there or else say good-bye, and then he walked away.Lucky for me, Sahil is a trusting individual. I know I abuse that trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some women from the office for a bachelorette party. I didn’t know then how close to the truth I was. I parked outside of Raghu’s and looked in the bag. All that was in it was a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels. It wasn’t easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra makeup in the visor mirror, and put on my overcoat. Music was blasting through Raghu’s apartment door and I had to knock several times. Finally, Raghu opened the door and held up a finger for me to wait. He turned back into the apartment and announced, “The entertainment’s here.
Get the groom ready!” More yells from inside followed. Raghu curled his finger for me to step inside. His living room was full of men. Beer cans were everywhere and an X-rated video was on the VCR. In the center of the room was a good-looking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him. Raghu took my hand and led me into the room, “Gentlemen. This is the Sex Machine. Some of you have already met her and know what I mean. The rest of you — well, hold on to your balls! “Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Ganesh, requested that I not get a stripper for the party. It seems he didn’t want to risk any hanky-panky the night before his wedding. He wants to remain pure! “I didn’t think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here’s what happens. Ganesh is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could have had, because…..” Raghu opened my raincoat and threw it out of the room, “…the Sex Machine is here!”For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there. Everybody except Ganesh had me at least twice, and every time it was no more than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs. It wasn’t long after I started that Ganesh began to beg to be released. I tempted him with my tits and ass and snatch, but Raghu refused to release him. Finally, when things slowed down, Raghu asked everyone if Ganesh should be allowed to change his mind.
Most of his friends booed the idea, but Raghu said he’d let Ganesh go if he earned it. We tried thinking of a challenge for Ganesh, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my overused and overflowing pussy. I suggested that before Ganesh could fuck me, he had to eat me clean. Ganesh didn’t hesitate. I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their cum over and in my pussy. Raghu untied Ganesh and he fell on top of me, diving into my cunt. The room burst into cheers as I came and came. At last, Ganesh dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my sloppy cunt. He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me. I rolled Ganesh off and stood on wobbly legs. Raghu wrapped my raincoat around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a present for me in my pockets. I sat in the car for a few minutes. My thighs and hips and cunt felt like I had just given birth. My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours in a dentist’s chair. My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed teeth marks. I asked myself, “What the hell was I doing?” When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom. All was quiet. I couldn’t imagine Why Raghu would give me a tape, so I put one in the VCR and hit “PLAY.”I couldn’t believe it! It was a tape of this evening’s festivities and I never noticed anyone filming! I wondered what Sahil would think if he saw them? I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet. As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell Raghu no more parties. One-on-one with him, only. I just don’t know what I’m going to do if he says “no way, slut.”
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