My Wife’s Filthy Humiliation – II free porn video

It was late evening by the time I reached home that day. Richa looked anxious; she had mixed emotions about the hours she had spent with Imran in the morning and was also quite apprehensive about the next morning when they had agreed to meet. She didn’t tell me anything upfront but I could smell the air and was quickly into teasing her.
“You’re looking exhausted darling! Had a long day at work, eh??” I said as she was actually looking tired and she never told me that she didn’t go to office at all.
“No….nothing like…. I am alright”, she kept it short. I didn’t ask her again until we were done with dinner and TV programs.
Even I was somewhat tired that day and was early into bed. She came in about 20 minutes later got under the comforter. I was lying on the bed but hadn’t slept yet when she squeezed in. She was in gown and lingerie inside and I couldn’t keep my hands off her bums for long. She still wasn’t opening up and I sensed and asked her, “What’s up babes? Is something wrong?” She didn’t respond right away but moved herself closer to me.
“Darling… I didn’t go to office today”, she spoke.
“Why? And you didn’t tell me when I called? And neither did you call back when you said you would?” I hurried my questions to her.
She turned towards me with a partially excited and concerned face. “Actually I met a man while I was going to office in the bus. And….” She didn’t complete the sentence but it was enough for me to get up and sitting beside her with my eyes looking into her.
“Why did you stop? Do you think I can sleep now hearing that?” I rushed again.
“Don’t get me wrong please. It all happened somewhat suddenly and I just got carried away. Honestly, Imran didn’t push me but neither did I try to stop him. It just happened”, she described as if I knew Imran for years and was well versed with his lovemaking style. I remained curious and focused though and patted her to continue.
She extended her hand on the tent in my pants when she had only finished describing how it all started in the bus and how easily she was pushed into those dirty things. I opened my zip and placed her hand on my bare member and winked her to continue. She mentioned all those details about how he seduced (?) in the bus and made her got down off the bus and into auto rickshaw with him. How quickly she agreed to let him visit our place and how obediently she worshipped his body. She was kind of stroking me gently while describing it and I was playing with her breasts occasionally.
“I kind of liked it honey, when he was making me do all those dirty and nasty things. I really don’t know why, but I enjoyed that filth that he was subjecting me to” she said in a hurry when she finished describing how she licked his sweat or his spitting on her face or even sucking and rubbing his socks and not the least licking his asshole. When she finished, she bit her tongue and waited for my reaction. I didn’t utter a single word but kept staring at her.
“Are you alright?” she tried to get a reaction from me. I raised my arms and took off my shirt. “My arm pits are not sweaty, will that do honey?” I asked her. She was happy to see my involved and smiled before moving close to my arms. “Do you want me to lick them really?” she asked me with a pinch on my chest. I couldn’t hold longer and pushed her onto bed, removing her gown and pulling her bra. Giving her a tight slap on her bum cheek I lowered myself to suck her nipples. It didn’t take me any time to notice the rashes of chappal and broom on her otherwise smooth skin. “Wow, so he didn’t stop after you lick him clean?” I asked her pointing her to the roughness on her breasts. She smiled and showed me the welts she had on her butts and thighs. Goodness, she was nicely used up. She loves spanking always. “Did you tell Imran that you love spanking on the bottom?” I asked her.
“Do you think he asked me? And wasn’t that the best part of all of it?” she was quick to respond. She naively confirmed that she liked it that she wasn’t even asked or was just pushed into it. Isn’t this quality of her desirable, folks?
I pulled her up on my laps and made her jump on my hard cock up and down while she kept describing me how she and Imran then did some love making and how she was spanked and humiliated by him. She had a smile on her face all the while she was describing it and she seemed proud showing me the marks he had left but at the same time, she ensured that I was getting the best of the pleasures. She kept moving on my dick like an expert porn star and offers her bosom frequently for me to suck and bite. I couldn’t hold long and splashed my jazz all inside her before pulling her beside me. We smooched for a minute before ending the show.
“Are you alright?” she tried to get a reaction from me. I raised my arms and took off my shirt. “My arm pits are not sweaty, will that do honey?” I asked her. She was happy to see my involved and smiled before moving close to my arms. “Do you want me to lick them really?” she asked me with a pinch on my chest. I couldn’t hold longer and pushed her onto bed, removing her gown and pulling her bra. Giving her a tight slap on her bum cheek I lowered myself to suck her nipples. It didn’t take me any time to notice the rashes of chappal and broom on her otherwise smooth skin. “Wow, so he didn’t stop after you lick him clean?” I asked her pointing her to the roughness on her breasts. She smiled and showed me the welts she had on her butts and thighs. Goodness, she was nicely used up. She loves spanking always. “Did you tell Imran that you love spanking on the bottom?” I asked her.
“Do you think he asked me? And wasn’t that the best part of all of it?” she was quick to respond. She naively confirmed that she liked it that she wasn’t even asked or was just pushed into it. Isn’t this quality of her desirable, folks?
I pulled her up on my laps and made her jump on my hard cock up and down while she kept describing me how she and Imran then did some love making and how she was spanked and humiliated by him. She had a smile on her face all the while she was describing it and she seemed proud showing me the marks he had left but at the same time, she ensured that I was getting the best of the pleasures. She kept moving on my dick like an expert porn star and offers her bosom frequently for me to suck and bite. I couldn’t hold long and splashed my jazz all inside her before pulling her beside me. We smooched for a minute before ending the show.
“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” I asked her as she was cleaning up the mess.
“I don’t know. I would prefer our place darling!” she quickly responded. For a moment, I felt jealous as I thought she would ask me if she should go or not. But I quickly recovered and decided to tease her further.
“Oh! Actually I meant to ask whether you’re going ahead again tomorrow or refusing?” I said.
She suddenly lost her composure. She was probably already dreaming about what Imran would do to her next day but my question, like a nuclear bomb, exploded and brought her crashing down into reality. She stumbled to answer. Her face was long; she lowered her eyes and looked full of guilt. I looked at her but she just could not speak up. I decided to stretch a bit further. I behaved as if I too was dejected as she didn’t bother to ask me before making a decision and murmured in a lower voice.
“So is he going to decide that or is it your decision?” I asked. “And I am referring to the place; not about whether to meet again or not”. I continued. “I think that’s a mutual decision already made. So the question is who will decide the place.” I spoke in a rather looming tone.
She seemed completely broken and I enjoyed it a lot (sadist pleasure). “I am sorry”, finally she looked up to me and said. “I will tell him in the morning”, she spoke indicating that it was too late to call him now and convey her decision of not going ahead again the next day.
“Do you think he will agree?” I stretched a bit more.
“Off course he has to. I will not do anything that you won’t like!”, she was quick to respond this time. I knew there was no point stretching further. With a grin smile on the face I told her, “Don’t be a conventional wife. Be Richa.” She didn’t look convinced but I patted her and with a broader smile affirmed, “I am sure you will be able to win back your identity card, won’t you?” She smiled and leaned towards me for a nice warm kiss. We were soon slept for the night.
The early hours of next morning were somewhat tensed although I tried to be normal. Finally, Richa’s phone rang. We knew it was Imran and I asked Richa to attend it on speaker. She agreed but asked me not to speak in between.
“So bitch, are you all set for the day? I will be reaching in some time”, Imran was straight to point.
“Oh no Imran! I mean I need to go to office today. Can’t take two days leave. Will you meet me at the bus stop to handover the ID?” Richa tried playing smart.
“Oh comon! Anyways, I will be there in a while. Let’s talk then”, saying so he disconnected the phone.
Richa changed into a sleeveless kameez and salwar and spent a few nervous moments sitting on the sofa. It wasn’t too long before Imran showed up and rang the bell. Richa was quick to the door to let him in. As soon as he stepped in, Imran pulled Richa closer and kissed her. Richa tried to resist and moved away which surprised him.
“Kyu start karne ke liye paseena hi lagta hai kya? (Does it take the sweat to get you going?)”, he asked Richa in a teasing tone. But before she could actually respond, he pushed her onto the sofa and was kneading her breasts over the dress. He simultaneously stuffed his palm into her mouth and started opening her. It wasn’t even 5 minutes since he had entered house, he had slapped on her face and thighs, pinched both her nipples hard and kneaded her breasts. As if it wasn’t enough, he pushed his fingers through Richa’s sleeves and tried to tear open her dress and at the same time spitted a huge globe on her face. When he saw Richa pushing her tongue out quickly to lick his saliva, he smiled and spitted one more time right into her mouth and eyes. Before she could arrange, he tossed Richa up on the sofa using her hairs and turned her around. He lifted her bums up and started slapping them bare hand. After about 9-10 strong slaps, she was turned over again and her pussy was targeted. Eventually, he lifted her holding her nipples and started dragging towards the bathroom.
Richa knew she had to speak right away. “Imran, please can we……” she tried to open her mouth. But it was quickly stuffed with his feast and a few hard slaps followed. “Kapde utaregi? (will you drop clothes?)”, he asked but before she could answer pushed her inside the bathroom. He lifted the toilet seat and placed her close. Richa sensed that he was going to urinate as he lowered his trouser. This time though, he didn’t push her inside, instead started peeing into the toilet. But Richa’s relief was really short when she found her mouth drowned inside the toilet when he flushed. She had enough taste of his urine as she tried coughing it out. Imran then dragged her again and placed under the water tap and started it. When he thought she was clean, he came out of the bathroom with her. He came and relaxed on the sofa while Richa followed him. She didn’t sit on the sofa as she was quite wet but stood in front.
“Listen, I want to take you to my room near XXX”, he announced. “It’s remote so there is no disturbance. I can try some new things there. I am sure you would love it.” Richa didn’t know how to respond and remained quiet. “Dress only in a salwar kameez. In fact this is fine”, Imran continued with his plans indicating that her current dress was alright for the day.
“Can we stay here instead? I mean I haven’t stopped you right?”, Richa tried to inter vein.
“I know you will never stop me, bitch”, Imran responded while pulling her into his lap. He then removed her wet kameez and pulled open the bra. Richa wasn’t too uncomfortable being topless in the company of another man. But what she probably didn’t realize was that he was Imran and not just any other man. He went straight to her breasts and started biting her nipples hard. Richa moaned in pain but he just continued tormenting those jugs. When he was done chewing them, he picked her up using the nipples and asked her to be ready real quick. Richa almost instantly rushed to bedroom and changed into a salwar and kameez. She wasn’t allowed to put on inner wear.
When Richa came out wearing a dark blue kameez and white salwar, she thought of trying her luck again to convince him. She was probably not too comfortable going to some unknown place with Imran. And she had every right to! Although Imran wasn’t really forcing her to; he had really nasty and kinky likes and he was very very commanding and rough. And moreover, Richa had realized that she had agreed to everything Imran had asked for, so either he was great at convincing or she was weak to him. Her first attempt of denying Imran for the day was easily knocked off and she knew Imran wouldn’t be too happy with another argument. But the stakes were quite high too. When she stepped into the hall, she noticed Imran relaxing on the sofa and reading the newspaper. She almost instantly lowered her eyes when their gazes met; such was the dominance of this man!
“Don’t worry! I am not going to make a film or an MMS of yours”, Imran told Richa when he saw her tensed. She managed to bring a smile on her face but wasn’t totally convinced.
“Then why not here? Please, I am not even asking you to stop. All I am saying is let it be here inside the house!”, Richa spoke in a instance in almost a pleading tone. Imran as always smiled first and then got up and walked over to my wife. He placed his hand between Richa’s legs but didn’t really press.
“Are you sure?” he asked Richa and pinched her love triangle at the same time. She jerked somewhat but didn’t respond. He raised her face and made her look at him. At the same time, he brought the middle finger of his left hand right in front of her face and pinched her one more time. Richa jerked again but didn’t begin sucking or spoke anything. Imran was trying to break her down so that she would walk out with him willingly. And he was definitely smart at it. He didn’t repeat for the third time; instead came and sat back on the sofa. He didn’t utter a word for next minute or so neither looked at her. That made Richa even more nervous; she quietly went over and stood by his feet. It put a wry smile on his face; she was as if helping him out.
“Accha thik hai! Jis bus stop pe tum roj bus pakadti ho…wahi pe aadha ghanta spend karke wapas yahaan ayenge!!!” Imran spoke after a while. (“It’s okay. Let us spend half an hour at the bus stop where you get into the bus and then we’ll come back to your house” Imran told Richa.)This shuddered Richa even more than the pinches. Imran wasn’t just going to sit there watching men get in and out of the buses. She couldn’t imagine doing anything nasty on the bus stop where she travels every day and so do many other people from their premises or nearby areas who knew her.
“Comon, I don’t like too many no’s” Imran announced before Richa would react to his second option. He pulled her over this time and stretched his finger out again. Richa didn’t deny this time and kissed and put it inside her mouth. With the other hands, he played with her breasts again before pulling his finger out. He then spitted on his palm and smeared her face with it. Another pulling of the nipple and a strong pinch on the clit! And Richa was standing and ready to step out. “I will quickly get my bag”, Richa announced shamelessly indicating that she was walking out with him. But things were never so simple with Imran. “You’re not carrying anything bitch”, came his stern voice that stopped Richa from rushing into bedroom. “You will take only 3 items – your identity card, a debit card and mobile phone. Is that clear?” Richa could have never said no. She quietly picked the debit card, mobile phone from her purse while the i-card was with Imran. He walked over and put it through her neck and picked his bag to head out.
Richa was quite nervous when they actually stepped out. Imran didn’t allow her to wear sandals either and they were going to be walking through the premises in a stark daylight. “Listen, you will hold the mobile and debit card in your teeth until we get into vehicle and I want your arms to be raised as well. If you fail, you lick my saliva in open”, Imran announced as they stepped into elevator. He squeezed her boobs real hard when they were inside as Richa struggled to take a grip on mobile and the debit card. He slapped her bums real hard and asked her to move out of elevator the way he wanted. My dear wife obliged again. She pretended as if she was adjusting her hairs and ensured her arms were raised up while she was holding the phone and card in her mouth. It was bound to appear weird and her not wearing sandals was only fueling it. The watchmen as usual ogled her body head to toe and wondered why she was barefoot. As if that wasn’t enough, Richa dropped the phone. She looked terrified and apologized to Imran but he wasn’t pleased. When she bent and lifted it, he spitted big on her face and asked her to continue gagging without wiping the saliva. That definitely startled the teen boys playing nearby but they didn’t comment. She somehow survived that mortifying experience of walking through the premises to all the way to road. But it just didn’t end there, Imran continued walking for long 2-3 minutes before waving for a rikshaw. Richa just couldn’t look around but knew it clearly that she was being watched.
Finally Richa pulled it out when they got into the rikshaw. “Everyone was having you with their gaze”, Imran said smilingly confirming her fear that she was being watched by multiple men. Richa knew she had walked out on her own and it was just the beginning of things to follow, she regained her composure and settled in the rickshaw. Thankfully, Imran didn’t try anything immediately for next 5-10 minutes as he was busy in texting. By then, rikshaw had moved out of our regular areas so Richa was not as worried. Once he was done with texts, he pulled Richa towards her and licked her face once before starting to slap both sides of her face. When he saw her taking it boldly, he moved to her bosom. He started pulling her nipples and slapped her tits hard over her kameez. It was really hurting but Richa was quite content as only the rikshaw driver was aware of what was happening.
The journey was going to take about 30-45 minutes but the slow traffic meant they covered only half a distance in about 30 minutes. Imran was sitting close to Richa but was only kissing her or squeezing her breasts in between. And he stopped when her phone buzzed. Her poor husband was calling her.
“Can I answer?” Richa asked Imran. With a cunning smile on his face, he allowed her.
” Hiiiiii dear ahhhhhhh”, Richa murmured as she was pinched the same moment. I knew what was happening so I just asked her, “Our place or his?” However she didn’t want Imran to know that I was aware of what was happening so she replied, “Yeah, everything is fine. I am going to a friend’s place. Talk to you later!” And she quickly disconnected.
“Such a bitch you are!” Imran commented and resumed pinching. Her slutty nature was definitely arousing him and it was evident with magnitude of force he was applying while pressing her chest. His pinching had already turned into devilish kneading of her breasts and Richa couldn’t do a lot to hide her cries. The rickshaw driver was already into highest gear and a couple of bike riders and a fellow rickshaw driver were also driving in parallel to their rickshaw. Richa was trying best to hide herself but Imran brought her face into foreground and ensured everyone saw her. Things were really beyond just humiliation but Richa was helpless. She kept telling herself that they were not the people she had to deal with every day, so she kept going as if ignoring them. But Imran was determined to reach new heights.
As their rickshaw took off from the main road, he became more aggressive. The bike riders and the fellow rickshaw driver gave up but were soon replaced by another rickshaw and a pizza delivery boy. Richa was little relived to be off the main road but it was short lived as this time Imran literally pulled her breast out of her kameez by lowering shoulder strip. She was horrified and the rickshaw drivers and the pizza boy were flabbergasted. Why would a descent looking lady and a gentleman do such thing inside an auto rickshaw? They were thinking. But nevertheless they were all having hard on watching Richa’s nicely shaped tits and sharp nipples. Fortunately for her, the ordeal was short lived as they were almost reaching the destination and Imran stopped his antics.
Richa was trying to look out and assess which area she was going to be ravaged at. But Imran didn’t want that and asked her to keep her eyes shut and kept a diligent watch on it. Richa obviously had no guts to disobey her Master. When the rickshaw stopped, the auto driver quickly turned around to have a good look at Richa. He kept staring at her from a very close distance while Imran paid him the fare and popped out along with his new possession. Both had a suggestive and wry smile when they exchanged money but Richa didn’t hear them speak a word except Imran murmuring a quick “Thank you”. He asked Richa to hold his hand and started walking towards the entrance of the society. My poor wife marched onto the road of humiliation with her new Master. The society had few security men and they saluted Imran as the duo walked by with off course a keen eye on Richa. She didn’t hear any comments or any instructions until they reached the elevators. Imran then pulled out a small scarf and blindfolded Richa using it. She was totally blind with that black silky tag. “Where are we going?” Richa asked in a timid tone but there was no answer. Instead she was face slapped and pushed around roughly.
Richa was quite nervous as they entered the elevator. It wasn't long before they stepped out, she sensed it to be 4-5th floor. She was expecting Imran to open the doors of a flat but instead he ringed the bell. “Oh god! Is someone else there too?”, Richa almost shouted in frenzy. “Don't worry!” Imran said patting her back but she was completely off her feet, almost into tears. The door was almost instantly opened.
“Holy shit, she is a hot! Awesome catch Imran!!!” Samir exclaimed from inside. Samir was Imran’s friend, a descent looking guy with hairy body and fair complexion. He looked like a c***d of typical rich class businessman or a politician. He was well mannered outside but a pervert and kinky young man like Imran.
“Look at her Shivani, she is hot and willing”, Samir spoke as he captured Richa from Imran’s grip and started dragging her inside with him. His hands were already roaming over her chest as Shivani stepped in. “Oh wow, she looks complete woman” Shivani affirmed Richa’s presence and appreciated her beautiful body. They all came out and sat on the sofa. Samir took her beside him and Shivani while Imran relaxed on the chair. Richa was still being felt by Samir while Shivani put her hand around the i-card Richa was wearing. “So you work with XXXX?” She asked Richa. “Yes, she stays at XXXX and works at XXXX and is available whenever I touch her cunt”, Imran announced and they all burst into laughter which Richa turned red. Samir’s hand were now moving in and out of her top pinching her nipples in between. Shivani brought a coke bottle and two glasses and filled them. Imran picked one while Shivani was going to offer the other to Richa. Imran quickly interrupted and took the glass from Shivani and spitted in it. “Oh nice, I didn’t realize” Shivani exclaimed and followed Imran. She even asked Samir but he was busy sucking Richa’s breasts. She then handed saliva mixed coke to Richa who gulped it down quickly. Imran and Shivani were still watching her as Samir took off the top and salwar. Richa knew she was naked in front of two complete strangers who she had not even seen and Imran, she had met a day before. “Can a true slut be anything other than me?”, she thought to herself. And unknowingly she tried to push Samir away and cover her breasts as well as folded her legs to avoid being seen. Samir sensed the mild resistance and indicated that to Imran. “What happened bitch? Why did you stop him?”, came Imran’s stern voice. Richa decided not to answer him and sat tight, ready for some slaps and spanking. Nothing arrived, instead Imran got up and pinched her clit with his typical style. Not even a second was required when they heard Richa moaning, “Oh….please….noooo….I am ready…..aaaaaaaah”
“Let’s take her there”, Imran indicated Samir and Shivani to move to terrace attached to their living room.
Richa was quickly dragged by Samir and assisted by Shivani. She didn’t know where they were heading and walked politely. But as soon as they stepped into terrace, Richa felt the sunlight and knew they were in somewhat open area. She went defensive quickly and tried hiding her assets with her hands. She was even more scared when she heard the vehicular traffic and honking. After all, it was an open terrace and there was a busy road downstairs. Luckily it was on 6th floor and although there were no flats or anything in front; it was possible for someone from adjacent flat to witness the activities taking place there. Totally unaware of all of it, Richa tried to find Imran. “Are we in some open space?” she murmured. They were chitchatting amongst themselves and no one bothered to answer her. They had relaxed on the chairs around the coffee table while Richa was still standing beside covering her assets. “Imran…..” she tried to make herself heard. Imran didn’t answer but pulled her onto his lap and started spanking her butts hard. “Aaah…ooooooo”, Richa moaned in pain as she struggled in his rough grip. He continued for more than couple of minutes and then threw her towards Samir. “Yes, you’re in a terrace of his flat. But don’t worry, its on 6th floor and not many can watch you from here”, Shivani answered Richa’s question. It was little relieving to Richa but the words “Not many can watch you” made her somewhat uncomfortable. However, all her thinking was cut short quickly as Samir placed his member on her lips. Even with tied eyes, Richa knew it was a cock and kissed it. Samir placed her between his two legs and inserted inside her mouth.
Richa needed no further assistance. Being on the knees, she started massaging Samir’s small shaft. Although she couldn’t see, she knew all the acts required to make him ready. She started by kissing in and around his member and then went deep into his legs and inner thighs. She was sucking and licking him expertly and making him harder every minutes. Shivani and Imran was watching her in anticipation while Richa was now engrossed into the sucking. It wasn’t long when Samir was hard enough but he kept slapping her face with his member and engaged into some spitting too. As he was reaching higher gear, he became little more aggressive and started pulling her hairs roughly and giving her some tight pinches on her nipples and even a few kicks in her stomach. Richa remained focus though and kept blowing him until he exploded large. Samir moaned really loud as he started emptying loads of semen, some into Richa’s mouth while other on her body and even in the empty plate lying on the table. For a moment or two no one moved as Richa continued gulping down the thick semen. Finally, Shivani got up and undid Richa’s blindfold that was now completely wet with the semen. Richa needed a minute to adjust to the light but wanted to see the faces of Samir and Shivani who were exploiting her so easily. She glanced around the surrounding as well. Samir was still coping up but when her eyes met with Shivani, she was really embarrassed. Shivani was much younger to her and was completely dressed. Richa suddenly felt her nudity and smuttiness exposed to the world and tried to look for shelter. But there was none or at least they were not going to let her have one!
“You were professional at sucking him!” Shivani exclaimed. “No wonder Imran was praising you!!” Richa couldn’t face her any further and lowered her head. But it was only the beginning of the day.
As Shivani approached her, Richa collapsed onto the floor in the pool of semen. It was quite messy as Imran compounded her misery by throwing some coke where she was sitting. Shivani put her hand below Richa’s chin and forced her to look up but Richa lowered her head quickly. She then grabbed a bunch of her hairs and rubbed Richa’s face in the mud of semen and coke. Samir too was quick to bend and slap those shapely bums as Richa was licking the floor. Shivani’s was grip was swiftly replaced by Imran’s feet as he started pushing Richa’s face under his feet onto the floor. Shivani in the meanwhile crushed a few cookies into the plate with Samir’s semen and placed it in front of her. Richa looked towards Imran who confirmed it was her bitch food. When she was about to lick into the plate, Shivani kicked it and placed it in the center of the room.
“Crawl and grab it”, Shivani joked on her.
There was absolutely no resistance on Richa’s part as she crawled over to the center on her four and started licking the cookie using her tongue like the way they wanted her to.
“Want to use this?”, Imran asked Shivani giving her the slipper he was wearing. She needed no instructions and walked behind Richa with the slipper. It was a great sight for Imran and Samir to witness a young lady beating the hell out of a matured housewife on their instructions. Richa cried out a few sighs of pain but didn’t gather enough courage to interrupt. She quickly finished her food and waited for Shivani to stop. A few minutes of hard slapping pacified the three of them and ended Richa’s current ordeal.
“Bring her here!” Samir asked Shivani. She put her hand in Richa’s hair and dragged her to Samir. Richa was now placed in Samir’s laps, both totally naked by then and Samir already feeling her body with his hands. Richa was in mute but gradually getting excited too as Samir’s fingers would occasionally touch her down. Did Imran pass on the key to turn me on to Samir? She wondered sitting there and coping with Samir’s advances.
But she was in for a big test. Samir’s gentle caressing and kissing soon turned into violent sucking and pinching. Although Richa was trying to keep herself quiet, her body was literally jerking at the every pinch she was receiving and the occasional slaps were no gentle either. Samir kept transferring her from one lap to another while chewing her ripped breasts when he was finally ready for the action. He asked Shivani to support Richa from behind as he adjusted his member to enter her wet cunt. But Shivani was quickly paused by Imran who came and stood behind Richa to support Samir thrusting her.
As Richa guided Samir’s member into her tunnel, Imran stretched his hands and squeezed her breasts real hard. She felt the extreme pain but didn’t dare to interrupt Imran. He asked her to turn her head 180 degrees and face him. “I want to see your face as I press your tits”, he smiled and declared. Richa knew nothing than following Imran’s every word and turned at once. A huge globe of saliva stroked her face at once while her nipples were crushed between Imran’s fingers. Samir started thumping her hard while Shivani grabbed the opportunity to resume spanking her bums. Richa was completely a mess as the three kept tormenting her for long 10 minutes. Samir was enjoying the time of his life as he kept slapping her breasts, pinching the clit while thrusting her love tunnel very hard. He would grab her pelvis and moved it as if moving a rubber doll to derive maximum pressure. Richa was drenched in sweat and saliva from Imran and Shivani when Samir started going lose. He came huge again and emptied his load all over her pussy, clit and thighs and just kicked her away on the floor. Imran and Shivani too moved away leaving her on the floor with her face and hairs flooded with saliva, breasts turning reddish and pool of semen surrounding her on the floor.
They probably wanted to show her that she was merely an object for them and they were definitely quite successful at it. Richa was feeling nothing more than a living thing meant for their pleasure but that was somehow adding to her excitement. She was definitely thrilled to be so helpless and exploited.
After the momentary silence, Imran started dragging Richa with her hairs to the bathroom. Shivani assisted quickly when Imran announced, “Let’s clean the bitch!”. Samir too lazily walked inside as Imran placed his slutty prey under the shower. “She isn’t as dirty. Do you really want to clean right away?”, Samir interrupted Imran. “You are right bro! Let’s make her”, Imran agreed at once and signaled to Shivani something. She was quickly back with a rope that tied Richa’s hands to the
shower. “She doesn’t need one though, she is loving it”, Samir mocked Richa that humiliated her like anything. Yes, she knew she was excited but it was difficult for her to accept that. After all she had known Imran only for a day and Samir and Shivani for hardly few hours. But that didn’t deter them from doing all nasty things to her and she had acted like she had asked for everything. But Shivani continued to restrain her and put a scarf on her eyes to blindfold her again. Richa opened her mouth when she
sensed Samir touching her lips with his cock but what followed really shocked her to core. Samir started urinating straight into her mouth. Richa almost hysterically puked it out and jerked her neck to get away. She couldn’t move with her tied hands but that startled Samir who stopped at once.
“This is so ridiculous”, Richa protested for the first time in the day.
“Keep your mouth open and don’t move at all, you understand that?”, came Imran’s stern voice that killed Richa’s aggression immediately.
“Please! I haven’t done this before! Please, it tastes dirty! Can we skip please?”, she turned apologetic the next second.
“No”, that was the only word Imran spoke. Richa had already opened her mouth wide open. Samir continued his showers and filled her mouth and sprayed his urine all over her hairs and body. Richa gulped down as much she could with virtually no protest although she coughed twice.
“Have you kind of hypnotized her?” Samir laughingly asked Imran. Both he and Shivani were highly impressed by his command on my dear wife. He had turned Richa into his loyal pet within 48 hours. Shivani pushed Richa’s face into the toilet and flushed it. The stinking water filled Richa’s mouth but helped her gargle the pee out too. She was ready again to be the urinal, and this time it was Imran. Shivani quickly removed the scarf as it was not needed anymore. Richa’s mouth was wide open for everything that Imran was going to offer her. He chose to follow his friend and urinated all over her body and her mouth. When he was done, he and Samir stepped back while Shivani stayed with Richa. “Use the hot water”, he told Shivani and relaxed. Shivani realized she had to bathe Richa using the hot water and that Imran and Samir would want to see her dance through the pain. She adjusted her position so as to not get wet and placed the shower on Richa’s head and started the water tap. As it started pouring hot water, Richa struggled to stand and started crying. But Samir and Imran made
sure it continued. Shivani even used the jet spree to spray hot water right onto her face, breasts and her inner thighs and womanhood. Richa offered them everything and begged to stop as she continued to struggle in that hot water. She was literally jumping up and down in pain while tears rolling down her eyes. But there was no relief to her until some 5 minutes.
Imran turned the tap off and pulled her legs to wrap around his waist. Without a word or warning, he just rammed Richa’s hole hard. She was trying to cope with the hot water but he did nothing to soothe her and started pumping hard. But he was Imran after all. And there was only one thing Richa had done since he first fed her his sweat in
the bus – to follow him without arguments! She quickly offered herself by wrapping her feet around his hips and giving him adequate room. Imran caught her bums on his palms and continued jamming her hole hard and fast. He had immense power it seemed and Richa was dancing to his every tune by shaking her hips and body to deep strokes. Any normal man would have screwed the shits out of a lady like Richa who was more than willing to cooperate. But again, he was Imran!
He suddenly threw her away, making Richa stumble big in the bathroom with her hands tied up. She somehow managed to stand after a wild swing had her collided on the wall. Before she could adjust, she received few hard slaps right across her face and
boobies. Poor lady, she continued to stand and was again picked up by Imran. He resumed riding her while giving few hard slaps on the bums. For the next 7-8 minutes they were conventional lovers as my wife milked his handsome cock and felt pacified by the hot showers of jizz that ejaculated from it. For a change, Imran remained gentle even after cummings and hugged Richa tightly. He kissed her passionately and kept biting her ear lobes, neck and shoulders and licking her face. Richa was definitely thrilled to have Imran as gentle lover and offered him everything. As he moved down to her bosom, he started pinching her left nipple and kept sucking the right. His other hand would occasionally go done and rub her clit. Richa was literally bouncing up and down in excitement and was moaning openly and encouraging him as well.
Imran continued making love to Richa. He kissed her cleavage and sucked her hard while his hands kept playing with the other breast and sometimes her clit. Richa seemed to be at the peak of excitement. Gradually Imran picked up the pace and started going hard with the pinches and kneading of her breasts. Richa’s breasts are certainly a heaven for anybody, they are round, soft and big, just ideal for raw squeezing and to top it all, she loves such raw treatment. And Imran was probably an ideal candidate to impart that raw treatment. He would catch her nips between two fingers and press that maximum. And they were being followed by hard bum slapping. The harder he would go, the nearer Richa was getting to orgasm. She was immensely enjoying the raw treatment although it was painful. After 8-10 minutes of ordeal, when Imran touched her clit, she shuddered into orgasm. Imran stopped and allowed her a moment or two to catch up her breath. And then Richa realized what had happened, however there was probably no need to be shameful anymore. All three of them had witnessed the slut in her and she knew that as well.
Eventually they brought her out of the bathroom and decided to go for lunch. Richa remained silent although she too was hungry. She was hoping Imran to be nice on that
front. Was he?
“Tie her up until we are back!”, Imran told Shivani. Richa decided not to protest when she received a cold glare from Imran as she was about to open her mouth. Shivani bought a wooden stool and few ropes to tie. It was decided that they Eventually they brought her out of the bathroom and decided to go for lunch. Richa remained silent although she too was hungry. She was hoping Imran to be nice on that*front. But it wasn’t going to be the case.* tie her hands behind her back while her one leg was going to be tied to stool. Boy, were they putting my beautiful wife into rope bondage? I had tried this few times and Richa knew how much of a turn on it was! Here, Shivani made her stand beside the tool and first started tying her left leg tightly, and Imran volunteered to tighten the rope to ensure she couldn’t sit too comfortably. But Richa was glad that they didn’t tie her both legs*allowing her some mobility. Shivani then pulled Richa’s hand behind and made them rest one on other horizontally and pushed the back to protrude out from front. She made it so tight that Richa’s breasts literally popped out and looked like*begging to be pressed. No man could have avoided to touch them and Samir was no exception. He quickly grabbed handful and pinched her while Imran assisted Shivani to make the knots tighter. Richa struggled through the rope stinging into her forearms but saw no option than to bear them. While Samir enjoyed sucking her both breasts and nipples, Imran did a final inspection to confirm she was properly tied up.*
“What if I need something while you guys are gone?”, Richa pleaded.
“Just wait! Until we are back”, Imran calmly replied.*
Richa didn’t look convinced but she didn’t protest either. All three of them prepared themselves to leave for the lunch while my wife*was going to be left tied up in the room all naked and all alone. “Can you at least put a cloth on me? It is so scary staying up this way!”, Richa pleaded one more time as they were about to step out. She was unable to comprehend that she was going to be left tied up all naked*in a totally unknown surrounding. That she was totally relying on 2 complete strangers and other 80% stranger to come back and relieve her and that she had no access to any communication means. It seems all too much for her and she looked totally broken and scared. But it seemed to have no effect on them as Richa saw them about to step out for lunch.*
Just then her cell phone rang. Shivani quickly looked at it and read out the name of the person who was calling. It was Richa’s office colleague. All of three of them came around as Imran allowed Richa to answer. Shivani put the phone on Richa’s ear and allowed her to speak. That’s when Richa realized that*she had totally forgotten to inform at office that she won’t make it today either. She called out for sick leave and apologized to her boss for not informing in the morning. Imran or Samir didn’t try anything nasty while she was speaking and Richa thanked them right after the call. Richa tried to*plead them again but to no effect.
“Don’t you worry slut! Nothing will happen to you here without MY PERMISSION!”, Imran tried to comfort her.
*She didn’t mind him calling her a slut but instead felt little better with Imran’s assurance. “Okay, I will wait! May I also get something to eat?”, my obedient wife assured her submission to Imran and pleaded her kind Master for some food. Imran nodded and smiled mischievously, Samir and Shivani followed him and they stepped out. “Be good to me and you will be fine!”, Imran spoke as he locked the door behind him. Richa nodded but he wasn’t there to see that. She was*seriously hypnotized by his command. She kept smiling standing there stark naked in an unknown place.*
A few moments passed while Richa was busy recollecting the incidents. She was getting excited just by remembering how Imran so easily convinced her to leave with him from home and the way he made her walk out of colony or behaved in*the rikshaw. The way he just shared her with Samir and Shivani or spitted on her face, the way he rammed her hard and she couldn’t deny that she felt at the peak when Imran pissed all over her. It was the peak of submission for her and although she disliked it in actual, mentally she was satisfied and happy that she could endure it. She was hoping for a good food and few more rounds of humiliation and hard ramming from Imran before he would drop her back home. And she convinced herself that she could take it. Just then her cell phone rand. From the ring tone she could make out that it was her dear husband.
*I was just calling to check out on her that everything was under control. But she was unable to answer the phone. However, that probably brought her crashing down into reality. She suddenly realized she was not complete naked but had that small “wedding necklace” hanging around her neck. That she was married and a housewife doing a decent job and then*what was she doing? Happily getting trashed by some stranger guy and following his every command! She felt bad suddenly and that was accumulated further when I called up again. She was little restless but could hardly do anything than to wait for her tormentors. She suddenly felt her helplessness even more. On the other side I was little concerned; however I sent her a text message and decided to wait. I knew Imran would read the message and I also knew that Richa doesn’t want Imran to know that I was aware that she was spending time with him. So I kept it simple, “Hey darling! I was calling. Call me back if you’re not too busy. Nothing urgent though. Take care.”
Richa was alternating between her legs and trying to be comfortable standing in the middle of the room. She was going through mixed emotions when she sensed some noise outside of the door. She had her heart in her mouth for a moment as it was not even 10 minutes since Imran had left. But*she thought they would have returned to take something they might have forgotten. In a way she might get an opportunity to make a call to her husband. By the time she convinced herself, the door opened.*
In came walking the duo of Bunty and Khan. Richa was totally stunned. She could recognize from their clothes that they were security guards in the society but why were they there? She was so scared and embarrassed that she couldn’t utter a word. It was a similar case for Bunty and Khan. They too were stunned by Richa’s perfectly shaped body and the way she was left in the room. Her magnificent breasts were awfully begging and that left them speechless too.
“Kya mummay hai yaar! (Wow! What a pair of breasts man!)”, Bunty exclaimed as he locked the door behind him.
“hmmm”, Khan agreed while still mesmerized by her bosom.
She was in such a difficult situation. She could not shout to gather attraction neither could she pretend to be be innocent. She was caught totally off guard and couldn’t figure out how to react. But since neither of Bunty or Khan got too close to her right away and that she saw Khan closing the door behind him. She gathered some courage and tried to speak aggressively, “Aap log hai kaun? Aur yahan aaye kaise? Turant yahan se nikal jaiye! (Who the hell are you? And how did you get here? Just get out from here right away!)”. They both were slightly taken aback by her tone and looked at each other for a moment. But it was only for a moment before their gaze was rooted on her. That made her even more conscious and irritated. “Tumhe sunai nahi diya kya? (Didn’t you listen to what I said?)”, she shouted this time more assertively.
Khan calmly brought out the keys that Imran had used to lock the door. Richa didn’t need a second to recognize it and that scared her as hell. Bunty sensed that and grabbed the keys from Khan and took them closer to her. “Pehchana
na? (Reccognized?)” he said pointing to the keys. Richa knew she was losing the ground really fast but she had to act in some way.
“Dekhiye Imran saab ko paata chala to aap ke liye accha nahi hoga! (See, if Imran comes to know that you used the keys in his absence it won’t be good for you!)”, she said in a relatively milder tone.
They both laughed at this. “Unki marzee khilaaf yahan cheeti bhi andaar nahi aati (Not even an ant would enter this flat without his permission)”, Bunty replied.
Richa was absolutely taken aback. She was also impressed with the authority Imran was having on everyone around. But she had by then realized that sharing her body
with this ugly men was one of Imran’s pervert ideas. However, she decided not to give up so quickly. “Kya mein unse baat kar sakti hoon? (Can I talk to Imran once?)”, she now pleaded the duo. Bunty quickly dialed Imran’s number from Richa’s cellphone and put it on speaker.
“Saab, madam taiyyar nahin hai! (Maam is not cooperating, Sir!)”, spoke Bunty as soon as Imran said hello in an irritated tone.
“Imran, what’s happening? How did these guys get the keys and enter when you had left me here? I am not at all happy!”, Richa spoke hurriedly. Imran took a long pause which further irritated Richa. She called out again, “Imran, I am asking you.”. She knew she was annoying but she decided to try out her luck. “Saab? (Sir?)”, even Bunty tried to look for Imran’s reaction.
“Richa! I don’t like being disturbed while eating and I have already said that nothing happens without MY PERMISSION!”, finally came Imran’s stern voice and the phone was quickly disconnected.
Bunty and Khan probably didn’t understand what he spoke but looking at Richa’s helplessness they realized they had the green signal.
“Hum ne kaha tha! (We’d already told you)”, Khan added while taking Richa’s phone away. She was left with no option than to cooperate with them.
“Aab kya kare? (What do we do now?)” Bunty asked Richa to make matters worse for her.
She didn’t know how to react. Offcoutse, she was not going to ask them to get started. However, she decided to use the chance to talk to me. “Kya mein ek phone kar sakti hoon? (Can I dial one quick phone call?)”, Richa asked them. They seem to agree and dialed my number for her.
“Hey darling, how’s it going?” I answered the call on first ring.