The Debauchery of a Young Indian Housewife

Asha was newly married to Rajesh Sinha, a young businessman who owned an auto-parts factory on the outskirts of Delhi. They lived in a sprawling bungalow with Rajesh's parents, having just returned from their honeymoon. Asha, a voluptuous woman, had been a virgin before marriage, although she had indulged in heavy petting with a few boys and her house servant. Luckily, before she could go any further, her marriage was arranged. She was a lusty young woman with a big body, heavy breasts, and a tight arse. She had thoroughly enjoyed her honeymoon and was fucked by her new hubby almost 3-4 times a day. Now, back at her new house, she was slowly trying to adjust to her role as a housewife.

Being an extremely sexed and sexy person, she was the target of all the male friends, relatives, and servants in her new environment. Some women lusted after her too. Asha loved the attention she was getting, and sex was constantly on her mind. Her husband, Rajesh, had to look after his business and was away all day, returning late at night very tired.

Asha's father-in-law felt rejuvenated seeing such a voluptuous and sexy woman in the house and would waste no opportunity to be near her, fantasizing about seeing her naked body. He longed to fuck her, and his prick was always in a state of readiness whenever he saw her going about the household chores. He loved seeing her in her nighty in the morning, serving breakfast to the family as she bade farewell to her husband for the day. Such ripe and heavy breasts on a slim and fair body was a heavenly sight for the old man.

"Oh," he thought, "how much I could teach this woman about pleasure if only I had the opportunity."

His mind began working to find ways to create an opening for him to fuck her.

Asha was not oblivious to the intentions of her father-in-law. In fact, she loved the attention showered on her. Even Rajesh's young cousins would drop in during the day to see her with lustful intentions.

One of them, Sushil, was a tall, handsome fellow in the Indian Army who was on leave for three weeks. He was a rogue who had fucked many girls and seduced many housewives. He was a bachelor of about 35 years, much older than Asha, who was just 23. He lived his life to the hilt and hadn't thought of marriage, especially since he had opportunities to fuck many women as it was. He would come over to meet Asha very often. He had a motorcycle and would offer Asha a ride. So far, Asha had refused on one pretext or another, but Sushil was persistent; having mastered the art of seduction, he bided his time.

With so much male attention, Asha would be very horny by the time Rajesh returned home at night. Rajesh, on the other hand, would be quite tired, but seeing Asha's obvious horniness, he would fuck her before sleeping. However, his tiredness would prevail, and at times he would just ejaculate inside her very fast, leaving her unsatisfied. This started happening often, and Asha, having a strong sex drive, started masturbating to control her desire. She would take long baths in the morning, masturbating in her tub.

Her thoughts would drift to her earlier boyfriends, her house servant (who nearly fucked her), her father-in-law, Sushil, her driver, and even the maidservant. Asha, being highly sexed, would fantasize and masturbate to fulfill her need. Sex played so much on her mind that she was attracted to women as well, feeling randy when seeing sexy women in magazines or in real life. One of her favorite fantasies while masturbating was about her house servant, Raju. He was employed in her parents' house as a servant boy to clean the house and do market purchases.

He was a boy of 17 and had been attracted to Asha before she was married. He used to serve her morning tea in her room and would see her in various poses while she was sleeping. At times, he saw her panties, and at other times, he got glimpses of her big breasts. This disturbed him deeply, and he was dying to fuck her, yet he was afraid of losing his job. He controlled his desire as best he could by visiting prostitutes and fucking the neighbor’s maid. He also knew that Asha's marriage was fixed, and the thought of not seeing her near-nude body every morning saddened him greatly.

One morning, when he went to serve her bed tea, he found Asha sprawled on the bed with her legs apart. She was sleeping on her back, and the bedsheet had slipped off her body. Her nightie had risen up, and her panties and pubic hair could be clearly seen. Her creamy thighs and the dark, curly cunt hair were too much for Raju. He immediately got a massive hard-on and was at his wits' end about what to do. He quickly freed his prick from his shorts and started rubbing it while looking at Asha's dark bush.

Suddenly, he saw that Asha was getting up, and he tried to put his prick back inside his shorts. Asha awoke to the sight of a large pole in Raju's hand instead of the customary teacup. It took a moment for realization to dawn on her that it was a prick-and a massive one at that. Asha was transfixed at the sight of Raju's prick, and her hormones started acting up. Although she had seen pricks in magazines, she had never seen a real one, especially not one so close.

Raju, a short servant possessing such a massive tool, had her transfixed. Seeing her reaction-or rather, her lack of a negative reaction-Raju grew bolder and stepped nearer to her. He caught her hand and placed it on his prick. Asha felt a current shoot up her body upon touching the hot, throbbing prick. She felt her juices flowing and her panties getting wet.

This was not lost on Raju, and he grew bolder by grabbing her hair and bringing her face near his prick. He started rubbing his prick on Asha's face. Asha was in a trance; her face was burning, and her whole body was burning with desire. Sensing this, Raju brought the head of the prick near her lips and started rubbing it against them. Asha's mouth opened by itself, and she started sucking on the head. Raju started pushing his prick in further.

Asha felt the hot, throbbing prick in her mouth; it smelled and tasted tangy and salty. Raju meanwhile pushed further, however, the taste and smell were too much for Asha, and she started choking. Raju quickly brought his prick out, smeared with Asha's saliva, and started rubbing it on her face. Slowly, he brought it to her lips again, and again Asha opened her mouth. He kept up this routine of taking his prick out and then putting it in until Asha got used to the feeling of sucking his prick.

Raju heard his name being called out by Asha's mother from downstairs. He quickly pulled his prick out of her mouth and started rubbing it on her face. He was too near ejaculation to stop, and soon he ejaculated all over her face and mouth while holding her hair. Having finished, he put his prick away and rushed downstairs.

Asha had her first taste of semen just a day prior to her marriage to Rajesh. She often masturbated while thinking of Raju's prick and about having that prick inside her aching cunt. Even after being married now for nearly two months, she often thought about Raju's massive prick. Her husband was satisfactory in bed, but the pleasure she had received by sucking, holding, and feeling Raju's massive prick was simply not there. She had always thought that tall men had large pricks, but now she knew better.

Asha was getting sexually frustrated. Her husband, Rajesh, used to ejaculate too fast and go off to sleep, leaving her frustrated. The sex act finished almost before it started, or so it seemed to Asha. She resolved her frustrations by masturbating in the tub in the mornings. She fantasized about her father-in-law, Raju, Sushil, and even her maidservant. Although she was fucked by them in her fantasies, Asha had resolved to remain faithful to her husband. However, she saw no harm in flirting, since it gave her pleasure and added excitement to her fantasies while masturbating.

She now resorted to wearing flimsy nighties and purposely kept the buttons of her nightgown open. She would bend low while serving her father-in-law and Rajesh breakfast and also raise her arms on the pretext of arranging her hair ever so often. Thus, her father-in-law was treated to a sexy sight daily, as were the servants of the household. She would often call her father-in-law to play cards with her in her room before having a bath. She would purposely touch his hand or arm while playing and give him glimpses of her breasts through the flimsy nightie and her creamy, milky-white thighs.

Her father-in-law, poor chap, would be desperately trying to hide his erection and would often use her toilet to masturbate to release his frustration. This seemed to excite Asha very much-seeing the power of her sexuality over this old man. At times, she carelessly left her bra or panties lying around in the bathroom so that the old man could get a sniff or two. Her father-in-law was helpless since he did not have the courage to make a move on her. He was dying to fuck her and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Oh, he could teach this teasing bitch a thing or two with his experienced prick.

Sushil, on the other hand, was a different kettle of fish altogether. He had stopped coming to their house so often, knowing that Asha was reveling in teasing him and nothing more. He was getting sex from other women and knew that eventually, an opportunity would open for him to fuck Asha.

One day, Sushil came over and invited Rajesh and Asha to a dinner at his house the following weekend. His leave would soon be ending, and he was throwing a party for his friends. When Asha and Rajesh arrived at his apartment for the party, they saw a lot of young couples enjoying themselves.

Sushil was mainly occupied with a sexy-looking girl who was a famous Delhi model. On asking Rajesh, Asha learned that her name was Mini; she was Sushil's current girlfriend and around 27 years of age. Mini was the center of attention for most males at the party. She was wearing a thin-strap black dress that could hardly hold her huge breasts. The dress was so short that Asha thought Mini was wearing no panties at all.

The sight of her heavy, proud breasts almost spilling out of the dress transfixed Asha. She stared at Mini with her lips slightly parted, feeling herself getting wet. Suddenly, Mini looked in her direction, and Asha felt embarrassed at being caught looking unabashedly at the sexy model.

The next thing Asha saw was Mini standing next to her with Sushil. She gently took hold of Asha's hand and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Asha took in her perfume as Mini's breasts pressed against her own during the kiss.

"Rajesh is lucky to have such a pretty wife,"
she laughingly told Asha.

She had not let go of Asha's hand and kept squeezing it sensually. The nearness of this woman and her scent intoxicated Asha. Furthermore, the sight of those huge breasts was enough to start Asha's juices flowing. Asha thought her own breasts were a handful, but Mini's were huge and seemed to have a life of their own, proudly thrusting through the fabric to gain freedom.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Sushil and Mini excused themselves. Before leaving, Mini-who had not stopped playing with Asha's hand-brought her face near Asha's ear. Brushing her breasts against Asha's arm and pretending to whisper something, she took a playful nibble and lick at Asha's ear.

Asha immediately blushed, realizing that Mini was attracted to her. This was not lost on Sushil, who mischievously smiled at Asha's predicament. Asha was truly hot and bothered. She stole a number of glances at Mini and Sushil during the party, and her stares were clearly noticed by them.

On returning home that night, Asha felt incredibly horny. She quickly removed her clothes and pounced on her husband. Rajesh could not keep up with the sexual ardour of his wife and, as usual, ejaculated too fast and went off to sleep.

Asha remained sexually unsatisfied, tossing and turning while thinking about Mini and Sushil. In the morning, she asked Rajesh why Sushil was not married yet. Rajesh laughed and said that Sushil did not feel the need, especially when he was bedding so many women. He added that Sushil was a rogue and that she should stay away from him.

Asha felt scared of Sushil, but at the same time, the thought of getting fucked by him set her juices flowing. That day, she masturbated while thinking of both Mini and Sushil. However, she took her husband’s warning seriously and resolved to let Sushil fuck her in her dreams only.

A few days later, Asha hit upon the idea of buying sexy lingerie to spice up her sex life with Rajesh. She had often seen women in magazines wearing sexy lingerie and decided to surprise Rajesh that night. She wanted a satin teddy, so she went to a shop dealing in imported undergarments.

She found what she wanted and was holding it up for size when she heard her name being called. She turned to see Mini, who once again proceeded to peck her on the cheek and give her a big hug. Seeing what was in Asha's hand, Mini squealed:

"That will look real sexy on you, Asha!"

Asha smiled and asked the salesgirl to show her a larger size.

"Asha dear, I bought the same size for myself last week and it fitted me fine. After all, it is meant to show your boobs, not hide them."

Asha blushed at the mention of her breasts. Mini continued:

"Asha, you have such a sexy figure and a horny face too. You should definitely take up modeling."

Mini had a very unsettling effect on her. She was so sexy, and today she was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight pants that made her breasts seem to thrust out proudly. Having paid, Asha started to leave but was stopped by Mini.

"Let’s have lunch together," she said.

Asha seemed to hesitate, but Mini would not take no for an answer and grabbed her by the arm. Once out of the shop, Mini mentioned that Sushil was going to pick her up, but she would call him to meet them directly at the coffee shop. Before Asha could protest, Mini walked away and dialed Sushil on her cell phone. Asha felt apprehensive, but at the same time, she was excited at the prospect of spending time with them.

What would she tell Rajesh? He had specifically told her to stay away from Sushil. All these thoughts raced through Asha's mind, yet her body was excited to be near this couple. After all, she reasoned, lunch would be harmless. She was jolted out of her thoughts by Mini pressing her hand.

"We have to pick up Sushil. He has returned his bike since he is leaving tomorrow. Come, dear, let's go."

Mini sat in the car, and Asha drove them to Sushil's apartment. All through the journey, the vivacious Mini kept touching Asha on her arm, shoulder, or hair, stroking her face while chattering incessantly. Asha was not fully aware of the conversation, but she was definitely aware of the touch. On reaching Sushil's apartment, Mini excused herself to use the toilet, leaving Asha alone with him.

He immediately caught her hand and kissed her on the cheek.
"Asha, you are looking really sexy in a sari."

While saying this, he deliberately stared at her breasts and her peeking navel. He pulled her down onto the sofa and made her sit close to him. Asha took in his masculine scent and felt excited and flushed being near him. Encouraged by her blushing, Sushil put his arm around her, stroking her hair and bare arms. His touch was not gentle, but firm and demanding. He exuded so much confidence that Asha felt intoxicated, unable to stop him from taking such liberties.

"You have a sexy face, Asha. You should seriously think about modeling."

He brought his face nearer, and Asha involuntarily opened her lips, expecting a kiss. Just then, Mini walked back into the room, and Asha jerked away from him. She looked at Mini, who had obviously seen what was happening. Asha smiled sheepishly and excused herself to the bathroom.

Once inside, she splashed cold water on her burning face and tried to gather her thoughts. She was angry at Sushil-the nerve of the man to treat her like putty in his hands, touching and feeling her even though he knew she was married. Yet, the thought of being with a man as masculine as Sushil greatly excited her. She could feel her panties getting wet. Try as she might to cool down, her face remained flushed. She resolved to have firmer control, but she was feeling incredibly horny.

Coming out of the bathroom, Asha was taken aback by the sight that greeted her. Mini was in Sushil's arms, being tongue-kissed deeply. His hands were kneading her buttocks, and he was grinding his obvious bulge against her stomach. On seeing Asha, Mini broke away with a grin.

"Sushil is going away tomorrow, so today is our last day together for a long time."

Asha felt a pang of jealousy and responded, "I think I should leave you lovebirds alone."

"No," said both Sushil and Mini in unison.

"He has promised me that he won't let me get any sleep tonight,"
Mini added, giggling mischievously.

Asha reddened at the thought of Sushil fucking Mini all night. Her husband Rajesh finished their lovemaking faster than it took to brush one's teeth, and once was usually enough for him for several days. Mini came up to Asha and whispered in her ear:

"Sushil is feeling horny seeing you here."

Mini laughed at the rush of color on Asha's face. Holding Asha’s face in her hands, she whispered again:

"Asha, you make me horny too. I want to taste you."

Saying this, Mini turned Asha's face toward her and brushed her lips lightly against Asha's. Sensing no resistance, she kissed Asha fully with an open mouth. Asha could taste Sushil's masculinity in Mini's kiss. Mini drew away, smiling at Asha's obvious discomfort. She took Asha by the arm, and they all proceeded to a nearby coffee shop for lunch.

At the coffee shop, Asha noticed how male attention focused on their table. Mini's tight t-shirt made her heavy breasts demand attention. Asha herself wanted to feel and see them in all their glory; she was very much taken with Mini. Mini knew the effect she had and sat close to Asha, touching her at every pretext to heighten the sexual tension.

Sushil, meanwhile, was quiet. He felt that today was the opportunity to finally fuck her. He was encouraged by Asha's attraction to Mini, knowing it would work to his advantage. He had the perpetual smile of a cat who ate the cream. The discussion centered around Asha's modeling potential. They complimented her figure, her sexy face, and her fair, unblemished skin. Mini took every opportunity to feel her skin and indulge in light foreplay. Asha was so sexually charged that she had soaked her panties and was dying to be taken. After the meal, as Sushil paid the check, Asha realized she had left her purse back at his apartment.

Returning to the apartment, Asha picked up her purse and prepared to leave, but Sushil insisted on taking a few snaps and went to the bedroom to fetch a camera. Mini pulled Asha beside her on the sofa, talking and touching her. She told Asha she wanted to meet again and take her to photographers. When Sushil returned with the camera, Mini started hugging Asha under the pretext of posing. The constant body contact with the model was too much; Asha got bolder and started feeling Mini. This was all the encouragement Mini needed, and soon they were tongue-kissing. Asha whimpered with passion; she had never been kissed by a woman before and was savoring the softness.

Sushil captured the scene on film, getting very excited. He quickly stripped off his clothes, stroking his thick prick. He separated the two women, not wanting to miss the action. On seeing Sushil naked-the muscle tone and the thickness of his shaft-Asha felt a wave of fear and desire.

Her mind tried to say,
"No, Sushil, please don't fuck me, I am married."

Instead, the words that came out were:
"Oh my God, it's so big, Sushil!"

"Don't worry, Asha darling," Sushil said.
"Just hold it. It won't bite."

He placed her hand on his throbbing prick. Asha was creaming in her panties. Mini, sensing the moment, began to suck on him, but Sushil pushed her aside, motioning for her to take the camera. He caught Asha by the back of her neck and brought his prick to her face. Asha involuntarily opened her mouth to suck it. Sushil felt overjoyed seeing her as a willing participant and pushed deeper into her mouth. This was the second time Asha was tasting a prick-first Raju and now Sushil. Sushil filled her throat expertly, and when he felt her gagging, he removed it to rub it against her face.

Asha took to the task with earnest now, tasting his masculinity and feeling the power of his prick. Meanwhile, Mini was busy clicking photographs. The sight of Asha's face filled with Sushil’s thick prick was too much for Mini, who was nearing an orgasm herself. Asha loved the feel of Sushil’s buttocks and could already visualize the fucking she was about to get. Sushil, on the brink of exploding, stopped to ask if she liked it. Asha could only moan a gurgle in reply. He was delighted that this newly married woman was offering no resistance.

Sushil then held the back of her head and started fucking her mouth, first with slow thrusts and then with fast jabs. As he peaked, he filled her mouth with semen. He pulled out to let her swallow, coming over her face, hair, and saree. Asha tried to swallow every bit of it. Mini immediately dropped the camera and started licking Asha’s mouth and face to taste the cum. This was the second time Asha had tasted semen, and she was loving it. Her panties and thighs were thoroughly soaked. She responded to Mini’s kisses with abandon, ripping Mini’s t-shirt off and latching onto her swollen nipples. Mini roughly pushed her aside to remove her bra, and the sight of her huge breasts gaining freedom sent Asha into a frenzy.

Mini yanked off Asha’s soaked panties and tasted them before thrusting her own into Asha's mouth.

"Suck my panties, bitch! I will suck yours. Don't forget to give me your asshole, honey. I want to suck your anal cherry. I will make you die sucking your asshole; you have a good one."

Mini spread Asha's cheeks wide, finding her muscles contracting in anticipation. She inserted a finger and began to ream her with her tongue. Mini had seduced many girls, but she had never tasted such a creamy pussy and musky asshole. She positioned Asha, hanging her down while she explored her. But Sushil was getting impatient; he couldn't wait any longer while these two satisfied each other. He was afraid he would explode just watching them.

Sushil roughly pulled the women apart and carried Asha into his bedroom. He ripped her blouse off while Mini helped remove the rest of her clothes. Seeing her soaking lace panties, he didn't bother removing them; he simply yanked and ripped them apart. He saw her engorged lips and erect clitoris. The sight of her creamy thighs and pink cunt was too much for him. He laid her on her back, raising her legs over his shoulders. He placed his prick at her entrance and pierced her with the bulbous head.

Asha’s cunt had never experienced such a thick prick. Even with just the head in, she felt fully stretched.
"Oh God, I can't! Please no, Sushil!" she screamed.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"You are tearing me! Aieee!"

Although she had been married for two months, she had never been this stretched. She started begging him to spare her. To Sushil, it felt as if he were deflowering a virgin, which excited him even more. Mini stayed by Asha’s side as she begged for him to stop. Sushil removed the head slowly, used some spit for lubrication, and sank it in again. After repeating this, her cunt began to accommodate him. He started inserting it bit by bit, thrusting and withdrawing until he found a slow rhythm. Asha began to lift her buttocks to meet his thrusts, her juices flowing freely. She clawed at his back, egging him on.

"Oh, he's fucking me so nicely... it feels so good!" she whimpered when Mini asked how it felt.

Sushil started pounding her tight cunt faster and faster. His heavy balls slapped against her buttocks-thwap, thwap, thwap-with each powerful stroke. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and the room was filled with the sound of her loud moaning and the rhythmic slapping of his balls. Asha was thrilled by the power of his thrusts, feeling fulfilled for the first time in her life. Sensing her peak was imminent, Sushil abruptly stopped pumping.

"You bastard, don't stop! Please, I'm coming!" she wailed.

"Fuck me! You've always been waiting for this!"

Sushil started thrusting hard, and Asha came and came. Sushil could not hold back any longer and exploded inside her, filling her cunt with his semen before collapsing on the bed beside her.

Mini had been rubbing her clitoris bringing herself to orgasm while Asha had been getting fucked. She longed to taste Asha's cunt juices and quickly started sucking her swollen cunt lips. She darted her tongue inside Asha's cunt and tasted Sushil's semen again. She also started teasing Asha's bud clit making her moan and writhe. Asha had never experienced anybody sucking her let alone a sexy woman. Mini needed gratification too and spread her legs over Asha's face and started grinding her soaked cunt on Asha's face.

Asha was a quick learner and soon the two sexy women were having orgasms 69ing each other. The sight of these two sexy women doing each other excited Sushil and he developed a hard-on again. He pulled Asha away from Mini. Taking her by the shoulders he brought her near a rocking chair and he sat down. Then he motioned for her to sit on him. Asha stared at his thick prick and slowly sat on him taking in his prick inch by inch.

When Sushil had his prick fully inside he remained absolutely still and concentrated on fondling, sucking, biting Asha's fair breasts.
"Asha, does this feel nice?" he asked her.

Asha was fully plugged up and although Sushil was only gently rocking, the fullness of his prick was bringing her close to another orgasm.
"AAAH YYOUU ROGUE YOOVEE UUMM UUMMMN UURGGGHH OOOHHH YOOOUURR CCOOCKK IITTSS FFFIILLEED MMEE UUNNGGH UUNNNGHH UUUNNNNGGH OOOO AAAAAAHHH,"
wailed Asha.

Asha feeling his fullness inside her had another orgasm, but Sushil kept his prick absolutely still. Then he motioned Mini to hold Asha's shoulders from the back and he clasped her buttocks tightly. He stood up with his prick fully inside her and clasping her buttocks tightly. Mini had the weight of Asha's shoulders on her. Sushil slowly started pumping his prick in and out of Asha's cunt. Asha was in midair and was receiving Sushil's powerful thrusts.

Sushil increased the pace as did Asha's moaning which turned into a continuous wailing sound "AAAAAHHNN AAAHHNN AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHN AAAAAAAAAAANNN UUUUUGGGGGGNNNNHHH," as she neared another orgasm. Asha was in throes of orgasm and her wailing was completely incoherent. Sushil then withdrew his still hard and erect prick and they laid Asha on the bed. Asha continued to whimper and moan, having never experienced such a thorough fucking in her life.

Sushil meanwhile straddled Mini's flat stomach and propped two pillows under her neck. He then clasped both her huge tits with his penis tightly clenched by her breasts and began to breast-fuck Mini. He was really rough with Mini and would thrust his prick through her breasts and into her mouth. Asha had not seen such a thing before and the sight of Mini's huge breasts being treated so roughly brought her to another wave of orgasm. Asha had no control over her cunt which kept throbbing for more.

Sensing this Sushil stopped breast-fucking Mini and made Asha and Mini lie side by side. He raised Asha's left leg and Mini's right leg. He quickly propped pillows under their buttocks so that their cunts were raised and nicely positioned. Then he thrust his prick into Asha's gaping, throbbing cunt and gave long hard strokes. He then withdrew and did the same to Mini's cunt, holding one leg each together. Both Asha and Mini drew double the pleasure from this, since while one was being fucked, the other too was moving in the same rhythm.

Sushil kept alternating and fucking them. He went on and on, both Asha and Mini continued to moan and wail as orgasm after orgasm swept through their bodies. When Sushil could feel he was about to explode he withdrew his prick and let go of their legs. He straddled Asha's breasts and put his prick into her mouth. He loved to see such a pretty fair horny face sucking his prick. This is what he wanted to do to Asha since he first saw her sexy face.

He exploded inside her mouth and this time roughly forced her to take in all his semen. Asha gurgled and gagged but his semen kept coming in. Finally Sushil withdrew his fat prick from her mouth and rubbed his prick all over her sexy face and hair. He then collapsed on the bed along with them and continued to bite and nibble at whatever part of skin came in contact with his mouth. Asha finally got up and went to the toilet to pee. Semen was still coming out of her cunt lips.

She washed her face in the mirror and saw dried semen all over her body and hair. Her hair was all knotted with dry semen and try as she did she could not untangle them. Her hair, bastard had really done her in, how was she going to go home in this manner. Asha had always been particular of her hair, a lot of care and time went into taking care of it. Now this mess was unbearable for her. Also there were marks on her neck, cheeks, breasts and her lips just as her cunt lips were swollen.

"My God, I better stay away from Rajesh till these disappear," she thought.

Thinking of Rajesh she saw the time was 5.35pm and she needed to get back, bathe before he came in at around 7.pm. They had been fucking away for more than 3 hours. Asha came out of the toilet to search for her clothes. Sushil saw her bending down and quickly got up and started slapping her huge buttocks.

"I didn't get a chance to fuck on your big fat asshole," said Sushil while slapping her buttocks.

Asha saw that Sushil had got a hard-on again. Asha was turned on by Sushil's vulgarity and by his slapping and kneading her bums.

"Noo Sushiil, Rajesh will be getting back, Please let me go, another time you can fuck me, I promise, please let me go now," she replied.

Saying this Asha hurriedly started picking her clothes. When Asha saw the semen stains on her saree and torn blouse and panty she began to cry. Her saree was beyond repair, all crumpled and ripped in certain places. Mini came to her rescue by offering to give her clothes, but she did not have a saree, only the sexy black dress she had worn on the party night.

So Asha had no choice but to wear that dress without panties. Her swollen nipples could clearly be seen and the dress was very tight around the arse, she had to hike it higher, whereby the dried cum on her cunt hairs and inner thighs could be clearly seen. Crying, Asha left Sushil's apartment. She had difficulty walking in the dress and when she sat down to drive her car, the dress rode up and her swollen cunt-lips and semen matted cunt hair could clearly be seen.

She put some paper napkins to cover her cunt and thighs from view and drove home. At stoplights Asha noticed that the vendors and beggars were having a field day staring at her almost naked body. On reaching home she prayed that nobody should see her and almost ran into her room, locking it. But lo and behold her maid was doing her room and she came face to face with her. Asha lowered her eyes and asked her to get out of the room.

The maid saw the disheveled state Asha was in and quickly realized that her lady boss had been thoroughly fucked that day. She would use this knowledge to her advantage very soon. Smiling and staring up and down at Asha, the maid left the room. Unknown to Asha, her father-in-law too had seen her coming in, peeking from his bedroom. He was always spying on her. He knew that she had worn a saree and come back in somebody else's clothes looking thoroughly fucked.

He now saw an opportunity to have her the way he wanted. Furthermore, unknown to Asha there were photographs taken of her cock-sucking and fucking, which too could be used against her wishes. Asha had been successful in hiding the marks she had received during her fuck-session with Mini and Sushil. Her husband Rajesh was inwardly glad that Asha had not wanted sex for a couple of days. He was totally ignorant of the ravaging his wife had received at the hands of his cousin Sushil.

However, Asha noticed the difference in the behaviour of her father-in-law and her maid towards her. Her father-in-law had become bolder and at the slightest pretext would brush his hands against her bum, breasts, arms. Asha felt insecure in his company now, and tried to avoid him as much as she could. Now whenever he wanted to play cards or be near her she would find some excuse or the other and avoid him.

This incensed the old man; he had seen how thoroughly fucked she had looked the evening she had come in somebody else's clothes and wanted to fuck her too. The maid had started demanding favours of Asha; it had begun with small things like use of her lipstick, perfume, or some money for a movie, but Asha was aware that she could demand bigger things.

Asha felt very guilty of her sexual tryst with Mini and Sushil. She did not blame them, for they had only taken advantage of her sexual weakness; she had been a willing and wanting partner. She was happy that Mini had not called her as promised, since she wanted to avoid her due to her sheer embarrassment. She felt fully satisfied with the fucking she had received but had resolved to never repeat such a dangerous game again. He had no protection on, and she was scared that he may have impregnated her after all the semen Sushil had pumped inside her.

The thought of their wild fuck session would send Asha's juices flowing. Asha had loved the taste of cock, the act of sucking a prick, licking and feeling a man's balls greatly excited her. She had tasted two magnificent pricks, Raju's and Sushil's. Asha was very happy; having been fucked silly, her mood had lightened considerably and the feeling of frustration was gone. She took extra care in looking after her husband. She thought of repeating such a fuck-session, but with her husband. Her husband Rajesh was shy in these matters, however Asha resolved to enhance their sex life by helping him to be more adventurous.

She started questioning Rajesh a lot to tell her all his past sexual escapades with his girlfriends. Rajesh had had no girlfriends and seemed reluctant to talk. On cajoling him, Asha found out that he had been to prostitutes before marriage and other than that, had no sexual experience. She also found out that he had thoroughly enjoyed those encounters. Asha asked him if he could fuck her while fantasising about her as a whore and not his wife. He said he could not.

"Leave it to me. It will be fun, I promise," Asha replied, cajoling him to accept this idea.

That evening when Rajesh returned home, he found Asha in the bedroom looking like a whore. She had dressed in the thin-strap short dress of Mini's sans bra or panties. She had overdone her make-up and put on a bright red lipstick. She wore 6 inch stilettos and had sprayed perfume all over her body.

"Cost you 1 grand for a blowjob, 5 if you want to put it in, 10 if you want to stick it in my arse and 20 if you want to me to stay all night,"
she spoke to him.

Rajesh was flabbergasted and speechless.

"I haven't got all day, what's your answer? I can take my business elsewhere," Asha went on.

Rajesh was still speechless. Asha now switched to Hindi.

"1000 bucks for sucking your cock, 5000 bucks for putting it in my cunt, 10000 bucks for shoving it in my ass, and 20000 bucks to fuck me all night. What do you say?"

On hearing such talk from his prim-n-proper wife, Rajesh got very horny. He immediately grabbed her to kiss her.

"No no, don't kiss me, I don't give kisses," saying this Asha got free of him.

"First money, then enjoy the pleasure. First money then fuck me. No kisses now, give me my tips first then kiss or suck me, I am a dirty whore now."

"Asha please I want to fuck you now," said Rajesh.

But Asha would not relent. Seeing her stubbornness, Rajesh opened his cupboard, took out 20 grand and slapped Asha's face with it.
"You fucking bitch, take this money. 20000 bucks, now you are mine for the whole night."

Asha started unzipping his pants and soon freed his semi-erect prick. Before Rajesh could realize, Asha had taken his prick in her mouth and was busy sucking it; at the same time she was feeling and massaging his balls. Seeing his pretty wife with a cock in her mouth, Rajesh got very excited and could not control himself. He ejaculated in her mouth and soon went limp. Asha had only just begun; seeing her husband's shrivelled cock she was disappointed at him coming so soon again.

She resorted to removing his clothes and nibbling, kissing and biting him all over. This went on for some time. Rajesh then pushed her aside and went for a shower. Coming out he had changed into a kurta and pyjama and wanted dinner. Asha called the maid and asked her to bring their food in the room today. The maid seeing Asha in that short dress again smiled knowingly at her.

That night for the first time since returning from their honeymoon, Rajesh and Asha had dinner by themselves in their bedroom. Asha was feeling very horny, her cunt juices were flowing, her nipples prominently swollen. The idea of wearing this dress of Mini's again was making her feel sexy. Rajesh noticed the change in his wife. While he ate he reflected on this. He asked her if she felt dirty sucking his cock.

"On the contrary, I loved it," said Asha.

Rajesh thought, how could such a pretty and neat person resort to sucking his prick. Had she done it before? This thought kept playing on his mind. He outright asked her if she had experienced this before marriage. Asha blushed and promptly lied.
"You think I was sucking cocks before I met you, you bastard?"

Rajesh, satisfied with her answer, did not probe any further. After dinner, they watched TV for some time and then got into bed at each other again. Asha played with his balls and prick, while Rajesh was hungrily at her breasts. Asha started sucking his prick again, but try as long as she did, it would not get fully erect again. Finally she gave up and they both slept the night away.

Rajesh slept soundly, while Asha tossed and turned in frustration. She had received no satisfaction. The fact of the matter being that since their honeymoon, she had not reached an orgasm with Rajesh. He came too quickly and then could not get it up again. Soon Asha learned to live masturbating when her husband was asleep.

As the days passed, Asha resorted to masturbation in the mornings to relieve her sexual frustration. But as further days passed, this too did not help especially having experienced such a thrilling and fulfilling sexual activity with Sushil and Mini. She yearned for it again, but Sushil was away and Mini had not called her. She did not have her number or address. It was at this juncture, when Asha was most vulnerable that she got exploited again into something she would otherwise have never indulged in.

Asha became very edgy and irritable. The maid noticed this and being a woman herself knew that Asha was in need of a good fuck. One day in the morning after Rajesh had left, the maid came into her room and asked Asha if she needed a body massage before having her bath. She added that her previous lady boss used to get massaged often by her before bathing. On hearing this Asha agreed to give it a try. The maid who was named Veena asked her to lie face down on the bed and she would heat some oil and get the towels.

On returning, Veena saw Asha lying face down with her nightgown on. She told Asha to remove it as the oil would spoil it. Asha had no undergarments on and went to the bathroom and changed into a bra and panty only. Asha had indulged in fantasises about the maid Veena while masturbating at times and she felt excited at the thought of being massaged by her.

On returning to the bedroom, she found that Veena too had stripped down to her bra and panty. She saw Veena had pretty lace bras and panties on, and Asha realized they were imported. In her mind, she thought that these were definitely stolen from her previous job. Veena was a small-breasted, dark-skinned, petite girl. Veena too eyed Asha in her undergarments, especially her heavy breasts that threatened to spill out of her bra. On seeing Veena stare at her, Asha blushed and lay down on her stomach in bed.

Veena began applying oil to Asha's shoulders and massaging them. She complimented Asha on her flawless fair skin. She then unstrapped Asha's bra from behind and started working on her back. Asha felt real good at this woman's touch, and both of them chatted on, with Veena saying that none of her earlier employers had such a lovely skin and figure. With both of them feeling horny, the talk soon turned towards sex.

Veena ventured by saying that the new cook they had recently employed was a rogue. By now, Veena was working on Asha's thighs and could sense her lady boss getting horny by her sighs and little moans as her thumbs brushed her cunt lips while stroking her inner thighs. Veena could see that Asha's panties were getting soaked.

"Bastard! What do you mean by that?" asked Asha.

Veena asked her to turn around, which Asha readily did, not realizing that her bra was off. Veena saw Asha's heavy breasts with her nipples swollen now. She answered in a husky voice as she too was getting turned on.

"That fellow is very thin to look at, but he has a monster phallus," said Veena.

"What do you mean?" said Asha. "Did he bother you?"

Veena had engrossed Asha in her talk and was now freely applying oils and massaging her breasts and nipples. Asha was truly turned on by now and was more vocal in her sighing and moaning.

"Madam, his thing is like a pole-thick and long," continued Veena.

On hearing this, Asha immediately remembered that house servant Raju and Raju's massive prick. She let out a moan.

"How long is his thing, dear? Tell me," she moaned.

Veena now clasped Asha's panties and started pulling them off. Asha raised her buttocks so as to help Veena in taking them off. Veena saw that Asha's panties were thoroughly soaked and that her cunt lips were engorged. She saw the lust in Asha's eyes and could not control herself. She got down to taste Asha's juices.

On feeling Veena's lips and tongue fingering her cunt, Asha could no longer hold back; she let out a wail as she came to a shuddering orgasm. Now Veena quickly removed her own undergarments and came over Asha, grinding her cunt on Asha's mouth. Asha started sucking her juices and flicking her clitoris with the rapid movements of her tongue. Meanwhile, Veena had pushed her tongue deep into Asha's cunt and was tongue-fucking her. Both the women soon came to another climax.

Asha wanted to know more about the rogue cook. Veena said she would talk about it only if Asha allowed her to have a bath together in the warm tub. Asha agreed, and soon both the women were in the tub lathering each other’s naked bodies. Veena couldn't get enough of Asha's breasts and continued playing with them while narrating her experience with the boy.

She told Asha that one night she had gone to his quarters to give him his bedding, since he had just joined that day. She saw him masturbating and was transfixed at the sight of his prick. While fingering Asha's clitoris under the water, she mentioned how wet she had gotten seeing him masturbating. Asha was moaning with desire imagining the prick. The boy saw Veena and roughly caught hold of her.

"That’s it, madam. He didn't ask anything; he just placed my hand on his pole," said Veena.

She then went on to narrate the screwing she received at the mercy of his prick. Asha had another orgasm on hearing the tale.

"Madam, he is a bastard. He has fucked so many girls; he would fuck a tree if it were wearing a saree," Veena concluded.

On hearing this, Asha could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Veena's fingering and biting of her breasts continued during the narration.

"Madam, your buttocks and tits are so soft. I have never massaged such soft buttocks; they are like watermelons. I am getting itchy to suck your big ass," said Veena.

"Then why don't you do that, dear? Suck me, kiss my asshole. Please don't forget to slap my buttocks until they get red. Slap my ass after putting oil; I love it, dear," Asha moaned.

Veena knew she had her madam ready to be spanked or fucked. She applied a lot of oil to her rectum and at the same time inserted her four fingers into her steaming pussy. The heat inside her pussy surprised even the maid. She had fingered all of her previous employers, but she had never seen such a heated pussy. She began to fuck her asshole using her tongue. Asha was crying with desire and passion. She came to a shattering orgasm.

Asha had enjoyed her maid and vice-versa. For once, she did not feel guilty. She however felt a pang of jealousy, considering that the maid was regularly getting fucked by the cook, while she, being the lady of the house, had no sexual fulfillment.

Asha had enjoyed her sexual antics with her maid Veena. However, she was disturbed at the thought of the cook, Salim, wanting to fuck her. This would get too dangerous, she thought. Her father-in-law, who was always trying to be near her, might suspect something. She resolved to fire the new cook, Salim, before anything untoward happened. The maid Veena was harmless; Asha could handle her. After all, all she wanted were a few cosmetics, and she was a real good cunt-licker.

Unknown to Asha, the maid had narrated her whole session with Asha to Salim. She had told him how the madam's panties had gotten soaked at her mentioning the size of his prick. She further told him how Asha had orgasms when she told her to be careful because Salim was going to fuck her. This excited Salim, and that night he fucked the maid all night thinking of his madam. He was thinking of her fair skin, big breasts, and above all, that huge ass. Being a poor fellow, his initiation into sex had been through various acts, and fucking a wealthy woman's arse gave him a feeling of complete control and power, albeit momentarily. He was aching to have his way with her.

Also unknown to Asha were her father-in-law's plans to fuck her. He felt cheated that she might get fucked by someone else. If his son could not fulfill her wants, surely he should have the opportunity, he thought. That way, it would remain in the family. His sexual drive had been awakened seeing this sexy thing roam around the house spreading tension all over. He had resorted to seeing a few prostitutes to relieve his tension but was dying to fuck Asha.

He had a friend who ran a hotel near the New Delhi Railway Station and had used the rooms to fuck prostitutes. His friend too had joined on such occasions. The father-in-law was planning in his mind how to take Asha there, where he could fuck her without any problems. Rajesh, her husband, was oblivious to the goings-on in the house. He continued to fuck his wife occasionally, not realizing the sexual frustration in her. The sex act to him was simply to finish inside her, and that was it. He had no experience.

Asha, however, knew the difference. Having experienced a thorough session with Sushil and Mini, she knew what pleasure a man could give to a woman and also woman to woman. Her cunt ached to get fucked thoroughly by a man. The few thrusts that her husband's small, weak prick gave her occasionally were just not satisfying anymore. Yes, a small and weak prick-since having seen Raju's and Sushil's, she could now compare.

That morning, after Rajesh had gone to the office, Asha was feeling very horny and needed Veena to relieve her tension. On calling the maid to the room and asking her to strip, Asha saw love bites all over her. Veena told her how Salim had ravaged her body all night and that her cunt was sore. Asha, on hearing this, felt her juices flowing and soaking her panties. She asked Veena to narrate in detail how Salim had ravished her.

Both Asha and Veena could not control their passion as the story unfolded and were soon in the throes of orgasm, licking, biting, and sucking each other. Although Asha had enjoyed Veena's narration, she was scared of the cook, Salim. She wanted to find some excuse to fire him. She slowly resorted to criticizing the food on the table in front of her husband and in-laws.

Before Asha could fire him, she fell ill with a viral fever. For the first two days, her temperature rose to 104°F, and her husband stayed at home nursing her. On the third day, when it came down to around 100°F, he left her at home and went to work. Her father-in-law got the opportunity to be near her.

The whole day, he would constantly fuss around her and, at the slightest pretext, touch her head, face, or shoulders to soothe her. He would see her in her nightie and get glimpses of her armpits, breasts, and creamy thighs. Asha was aware of his infatuation with her but was helpless to avoid him. She let him take care of her, giving him glimpses of her body.

Rajesh, her husband, stayed away from her in the night as well. Thus, two days of receiving amorous attention from her father-in-law had made Asha pretty horny as she started feeling better. She could see the bulge in her father-in-law's trousers whenever he was near her and pretty much let him accidentally brush against her arm. Her father-in-law could see his daughter-in-law looking with glazed eyes at his prick and saw no resistance to his touching. The time is ripe, he thought; let me strike now. The next day being Sunday, Rajesh would be home, the maid would have the day off, and if he could get Rajesh out of the way, he was sure he would be able to fuck Asha to his heart's content. He could feel she was randy and receptive.

That evening, he told Rajesh that he needed him to go and meet a particular customer in Sonepat. He had already taken an appointment for him. Rajesh readily agreed without seeing anything amiss. Sonepat was about a two-hour drive from Delhi, and considering the time of the meeting, Rajesh would be away for the whole day. Asha's father-in-law was salivating at the thought of fucking her the whole day. Boy, would he teach this smooth girl a thing or two about sex. A whole day of fucking her-he couldn't believe his luck.

Asha was oblivious to his plans, and the next morning Rajesh left for Sonepat. As soon as Rajesh left, her father-in-law entered her room to look after her. Before he could even proceed to seduce his daughter-in-law, he received a phone call from his friend's house stating that his friend's wife had passed away in the night and the funeral was now in the morning. He felt extremely disheartened as he would have to go, but consoled himself that he would be back by the afternoon and could still get to fuck Asha for a couple of hours. He told her to rest and hurried off.

Salim, the cook, saw this opportunity and could not resist. He entered Asha's bedroom and asked her what to cook for lunch and if she needed anything now. He saw Asha in her nightie without the nightgown on. He saw her fair skin, her creamy thighs, her slender arms, and the upper part of her heavy breasts. Asha saw the lust in his eyes and felt scared, yet horny at the same time. This fellow possessed a huge prick, she had been told by her maid, and inadvertently her gaze shifted to his crotch. Salim was wearing shorts and, seeing Asha look at his crotch, he grew bolder and stepped closer towards her, scratching himself.

"What are you looking at, madam?" he asked. "Do you want to take it?"

Asha jerked her head to see him close to her, rubbing his prick.

"No, you go now," Asha said, collecting herself.

Asha could feel her face getting flushed. Seeing this, Salim grew bolder and came right up to her bed. He protruded his pelvis closer to her face while ostensibly touching her forehead.

"Madam, your fever has gone down now," he said, keeping his hand still on her forehead.

Asha thought of the nerve of this boy trying to act smart and touching her forehead.

"Go away and bring my breakfast, go, go!" she said, trying to summon authority in her voice.

Salim smiled at her and said, "But you don't like my cooking. Perhaps you may eat a banana."

Saying this, he opened his shorts and brought out his fully erect prick.

"How’s my long banana? Eat it, it's very tasty. Please touch it; it's hot," he said, stroking his proud member.

Asha let out a gasp at seeing his prick.

It was truly a monster penis, shaped like a harpoon and having no foreskin. This was the first time she had seen a circumcised prick. Asha was speechless at seeing this awesome weapon, and only a gurgling sound was coming from her throat. Salim knew that women became astonished at seeing the sheer size of his prick. He had shifted his hands from her forehead and was now cupping her face while showing his prick in all its glory. Asha felt frightened and, at the same time, could feel her cunt juices begin to flow.

"Please go away, Salim. I am tired. I don't want any banana now. Please bring my breakfast," she said in a low voice coming out in gasps.

Salim smiled at her predicament and, while massaging her cheeks, said, "I will go, madam, but please touch my banana once. Please, I will go away then."

Salim was well aware of the effect his prick had on women. He knew that most women were scared upon seeing his prick; he had the patience to cajole them into submission and enjoyment.

"If I take it for one minute, will you leave me and go away?" Asha replied in a trembling voice.

"Of course, madam. Just one touch, please, madam," Salim smiled again and said.

Asha then brought her hand and held his throbbing prick. Her hand was so small that she could hardly hold his prick properly. Salim now asked her to open her mouth. Asha was transfixed by holding this amazing cock and did not hear him.

"How is it, madam? Is it stiffer than your husband's dick, madam?" Salim asked her.

"Don't you want to kiss it? It’s such a nice rod," said Salim.

On getting no response from the frozen woman, Salim took hold of his prick and rubbed her cheeks with it.

"No, go away, you bastard! You said you would go!" Asha immediately said.

"Please suck it for a while, then I leave," replied Salim.

Asha opened her lips, and Salim put his prick into her mouth. When he saw her eagerly sucking his prick, Salim knew that she wanted to get fucked by him. He grabbed her by her neck and pushed his cock further in.

"Liked its taste, didn't you, madam?" Salim asked.

Asha was busy sucking him and only gurgled in response. He knew that she was loving it when her hands started massaging his balls. He withdrew his prick and asked her to lick his balls, which she immediately started doing.

"Remove your clothes, madam. I want to see your pussy and tits," Salim told her, wanting to see her fully naked.

Asha obliged by quickly removing her nighty and was now only in her lace panties. Seeing her milky globes getting free, Salim immediately latched onto them and sucked and bit vigorously. Asha screamed in pain as Salim was too rough, kneading and biting her breasts.

"You bitch, you were sucked by maid Veena and you sucked her too. Why don't I milk you a bit?" Salim roughly slapped her and said.

He then proceeded to rip her soaked panties. Roughly pushing her legs apart, he sank his mighty prick into her with a strong push. Asha wailed at the assault.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOOOOOIIIIIII MAAAAAAAAAAAAA MEIN PHAAT RAHI HOON OOIIII MAAAAAAA," she cried out.

Salim was amazed at the tightness of her cunt. Her wailing excited him, and he started ramming his cock in and out of her cunt.

"Your pussy is good, tight, and slippery. The finest pussy I ever fucked-ripe for fucking," he said.

He was now into a fast tempo, sinking his prick fully in and taking it almost out. Asha had never experienced such rapid and thorough fucking before. She lifted her buttocks to meet his strokes when he thrust into her. She was in the throes of orgasm after orgasm and continuously wailing.

"Aahh OOOHHnn UUNNGGHH UUNNHHGGG AARRRGG OOHhh UUNNNUUNNHHRRGG OOHHHHHHHHHHH," she moaned.

His balls were slapping her arse with each stroke. PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH, PHUUTH-Salim went on and on. When he was about to explode, he did not withdraw; instead, he put his full weight on her and ejaculated deep inside her. Asha felt as if his semen would come out of her mouth. He then withdrew his limp prick and immediately put it in her mouth to suck it. Asha tasted his semen mixed with her juices and started sucking him. She was amazed at the size of his limp prick, which was much bigger than her husband's erect penis.

Salim became erect again and flipped Asha over. He made her lie on her knees and placed his prick into her now gaping cunt. He proceeded to fuck her from behind, slapping her big buttocks as he went on and on. Asha had never been penetrated doggy-style and loved it. The slapping of her buttocks along with being rammed in and out got her another series of orgasms, and her knees turned to jelly as she collapsed on the bed. Her thighs and legs were quivering.

Salim made her stand up, but she could not do so without his support. Asha was like putty in this servant boy's hands or, rather, his prick. Having come so many times, Asha felt very weak. Her body was covered with sweat, both hers and Salim’s. Her eyes had a glazed look, and her knees were weak and shaking. She had received love bites all over her breasts and cheeks, and her buttocks were red from Salim's spankings.

But Salim had only just begun. He lifted her and made her sit on Rajesh's desk, clearing all the paper with one swipe of his hand. He then proceeded to lift her legs over his shoulders and positioned his prick at her gaping cunt hole. With a grunt, he pushed his prick deep inside with a hard thrust.

"AAARRRGGHH, UUUNNHHGGGHH, AARRGGGHHH, UNNNNGGRRHH," wailed Asha as he began furiously to pump her with his cock.

He had penetrated deep inside her in this position and was banging away. Her already red buttocks were getting further sore with the friction of the table beneath them. When he was about to come, he withdrew his prick from her cunt and pulled her face down to ejaculate all over her hair, breasts, and her pretty face. Asha could not hold her balance on the table and was about to fall down when Salim supported her and made her lie down on the marble floor.

Just then, the phone started ringing. Salim picked it up to answer. It was Rajesh's call, and he asked for Asha. But Asha was in no state to be able to get up and walk to the phone. Seeing this, Salim dragged her on the floor to the phone and gave her the receiver. He then sat down on the floor facing her and played with her breasts as she talked. Rajesh asked her how she was feeling, and Asha could only manage a few grunts and whimpers.

Seeing this rich, sexy woman looking so thoroughly fucked, Salim felt his prick getting erect again. He lifted Asha by her waist and buttocks while she was on the phone with her husband and made her sit on his prick. Asha started gurgling as his massive cock stretched and filled her cunt walls again. Rajesh, on the other end, thought she was feeling unwell and about to throw up.

Asha was scared that Rajesh might suspect something, so she tried to talk normally, but she could not control her whimpering at times as Salim was lifting her by her buttocks and slowly fucking her. Salim was feeling excited seeing her talk to her husband on the phone while being fucked by him. He thought this rich bitch was trying to act normally, and thus increased his tempo, driving his prick fully in. Asha was now being bobbed up and down fast by this little servant boy and started wailing, feeling another orgasm approaching. She still held the phone; all Rajesh could hear now was "UURRNNGH AARRGGHHN RRAAAAJJEEESSHHHHHHH OOOUUIIII MAAAA."

He kept calling her name, "Asha, Asha, what's wrong? Tell me."

Asha continued wailing as she orgasmed, still holding on to the receiver. Afterward, Asha had the presence of mind to sound normal and tell Rajesh that she had just thrown up. She said she was not feeling well and to come home soon, then closed the phone.

"Don't act, fucking bitch! Tell him I am fucking you nice now," Salim replied.

"Please leave me now! I cannot take your big thing! Please leave me!" Asha replied.

Salim laughed at her lying on the ground and pleading with him.

"No, I have to fuck your ass. You have a very good soft ass. I want to fuck your ass, bitch," he replied, slapping her buttocks as she lay prone on the floor.

Saying this, he picked Asha up from the floor and made her stand. Asha was too weak to stand by herself and fell on Salim for support. Salim was shorter than her but much, much stronger; he supported her weight and laid her down on the bed on her stomach. He made her kneel on the bed with her arse jutting out. Holding her arse cheeks apart, he tried to push his prick into her arsehole.

"AAAARRHHHHHHHHH AAANNN AARRNNNNNNNNNNNNN AARRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN," cried out Asha as his prick head penetrated her arse.

"Bitch, ask your husband to fuck you in your ass once in a while, then you can see heaven. What a fine ass-better than any pussies I've fucked," said Salim as he felt the tightness of her arsehole.

He withdrew his prick and spat on his finger, then pushed it inside her arse.

"OOOOUUUU, stop it, dear Salim!" cried Asha.

But this boy was a master at buggery, and he did not hesitate, pushing his prick deep inside her.

"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH, I am going to die! I cannot take it anymore! Ayoho, Salim!" Asha wailed.

Salim was too excited at her wailing to stop now. He pounded and buggered her virgin arsehole. Asha had tears rolling down her face as she was repeatedly assaulted. Salim soon ejaculated inside her and withdrew his limp prick. He left her room as she was deliriously sobbing on the bed.

When he returned to his quarters, the realization of what he had done dawned on him. He quickly packed his belongings and fled the house. Meanwhile, the time was around 1:30 pm, and Asha's father-in-law arrived back from the funeral. All through the day, his thoughts had been on fucking his daughter-in-law. He quickly reached her room so as not to waste any further time.

On reaching her room, he was aghast at what he saw. Asha was lying naked on her bed, sobbing softly, with bruise marks and semen stains all over her. She was bleeding from her arse. She saw him and started crying loudly. He hugged her naked body and asked her who had done this to her. She told him that Salim had raped her. He thought about this girl, whom he was dying to fuck, having been at it with the servant. He thought, first with someone else, now the servant, and God knows who else.

He quickly ran to the servants' quarters to find him. Seeing that he had fled, he returned to Asha. He sized up the situation when Asha pleaded with him not to tell Rajesh or anybody else. He agreed and helped her bathe in hot water and dress up. Next, he himself cleaned up the room so as not to leave any evidence of the fucking she had received.

Asha had felt terribly embarrassed at her father-in-law seeing her in such a well-fucked and nude state. She had gotten scared and blurted out that Salim had raped her. Actually, she had been fantasizing about him ever since her maid Veena had told her about the massiveness of his prick. Asha, being sexually deprived, just could not resist being fucked by such a prick. Her memory of Raju's cock was still fresh in her mind, and just thinking about it could still send her juices flowing. She had been horny for Salim's prick and had enjoyed their session, but only until he pushed his prick into her arsehole. That had been brutal, and she had cried with pain; she was glad that the fellow had fled.

With the help of her father-in-law, they had tidied the room before Rajesh had rushed back. Rajesh thought that his wife was really sick and was very concerned for her health. He told his father that he would be unable to attend the factory until Asha got better, and asked if he would go instead for a few days. His father felt frustrated at this suggestion, but could do nothing else but mumble his compliance. He had thought that now he would be able to fuck Asha at leisure, but all his plans went awry. Rajesh also did not suspect anything once he was told that the cook had stolen some money from Asha's cupboard and fled. Since the amount was insignificant to them, they did not pursue it with the police.

Asha had seen the crestfallen look on her father-in-law's face when Rajesh asked him to attend to the factory for a few days. She was glad of his help and knew what she would have been asked to do in return. She continued to act unwell, when actually, except for a little pain in her arse, she was perfectly fine. For the next few days, Rajesh continued to fuss over Asha while her father-in-law fumed at his frustration.

Rajesh had hired a new cook, an old fellow, and had also replaced the maid on Asha's insistence. Asha did not want to be blackmailed by her and thus had asked Rajesh to fire her while she herself remained in bed feigning sickness. On hearing of her being unwell, her parents came over to meet her too. They asked Rajesh if it was okay by him for Asha to spend a few days at home with them. After all, Asha had not been home even once since the day of her marriage. Rajesh relented, and so Asha went home with her parents. On returning home that evening, Asha's father-in-law was surprised to find her gone and was very disappointed. His wife, Asha's mother-in-law, would be returning in a few days' time from her trip, and he would have no opportunity to fuck Asha.

On reaching her house with her parents, Asha was greeted at the door by Raju. He was delighted to see her and stared lustily at her. Asha felt her face flush and redden; she had fantasized so much about this boy and how it would feel having him inside her. Asha felt very horny and happy at being home. Her parents noticed the change in her and attributed it to her being happy to return, never suspecting the truth. Raju, too, had fantasized about her and felt that since she was married, now was his chance to fuck her silly.

During the course of the day, there was a lot of sexual tension in the air between them. That night, Asha could not help masturbating at the thought of being fucked by Raju's prick. For all her experience so far, his was the biggest she had seen; in a way, it was her first love.

In the early hours of the morning, Asha lay in bed, her juices flowing in anticipation of being alone with him. For all these years, it was he who brought her the bed-tea. She had purposely not worn panties under her nightie and lay flat on her stomach with her legs parted to give him a full look at her creamy thighs and her wet pussy. She heard footsteps coming up to her bedroom, and her excitement rose. However, she heard her mother's voice and, getting up with a jerk, saw her mother standing there with Raju. Raju, the slimy fellow, had seen her half-nakedness and her breasts jiggle. He could clearly see her swollen nipples through the flimsy nightie and knew that Asha wanted him too.

Asha's mother quickly sent him away.
"Now that you are married, you shouldn't wear such flimsy clothes other than in your husband's company," her mother told her.

Asha, disappointed, mumbled her consent as they had tea together. For the next two days, Asha had no opportunity to be alone with Raju and was getting very frustrated. She was so near the man of her fantasies but could not have him. She was to go back today, with Rajesh coming to pick her up in the evening.

That afternoon, she found nobody else at home. She quickly went looking for Raju. Not seeing him in the house, she ventured to the terrace toward the servants' quarters. Seeing the door open, she tentatively pushed it and went inside. She was disappointed to see it empty, but she noticed various provocative posters of models and film stars stuck on the walls. She even noticed a well-thumbed book in Hindi near the bedside. She picked it up and began reading, soon realizing it was a pornographic novel.

She was very horny, and reading such a novel surrounded by those images made her juices flow. She soon started playing with herself, unzipping her jeans and lying down on Raju's bed. The idea of masturbating on his bed turned her on, and she was about to reach her orgasm when Raju walked in. He saw her fingering her cunt, her eyes glazed over.

Seeing Raju, Asha could not stop, and soon she was moaning in the throes of her orgasm. Raju wasted no time and quickly undressed himself. He brought his organ to life by rubbing it against her face. He lifted her jeans and panties with one swift motion and had his finger inside her while holding her buttocks. He moved his finger rapidly, using his coarse thumb to massage her clitoris. He could feel her approaching another orgasm as her buttocks quivered.

Asha soon had another climax and was now wanting to suck his mighty prick. Raju now completely undressed Asha and freed her milky breasts. On seeing them jiggle, he latched onto her nipples and started sucking and biting vigorously. With a loud moan, Asha caught his prick in her hands and began rubbing it. Raju sat on the bed and lifted Asha by her armpits, placing his prick at her gaping hole.

He slowly pulled her down as he sank the head of his prick firmly inside her.
"AARRGGHHN UUNNGGHHHH OOUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Asha wailed at the penetration.

Raju was excited and pulled her fully down, sinking his prick deep inside her. Asha felt totally plugged, her cunt walls stretched to accommodate his size. Raju felt the tightness and was very happy; he was used to whores and had never fucked such a fair woman with a tight cunt. Asha flopped against him, gurgling and whimpering loudly. Raju kept his prick fully in without movement, concentrating on crushing her body to his and biting her smooth skin. This was enough to start another series of orgasms inside her.

Feeling her cunt walls dilate, Raju felt further tightness. He now started bobbing Asha up and down on his prick. Seeing her breasts jiggle with each rise and fall, Raju soon came inside her, spurting his hot semen deep within. He kept coming while chewing her swollen nipples. He then lifted her and withdrew his prick with a "puusshht" sound.

He pulled Asha's face down onto his limp prick, and she eagerly started sucking it. In no time, the young boy was erect again and wanting more. He pulled her legs apart and held her by her ankles as he sank between them and thrust in again. He started pumping in slow, long thrusts, delighted to see Asha lift her buttocks to meet him. Her creamy thighs were jiggling, and her breasts were flopping on her chest. Asha was in seventh heaven, finally being fucked by her first-ever seen prick. She was wailing so loudly that Raju had to partially cover her mouth.

"AARRGGNN OOOUUUIIII mmAAAAAAA OUUUIi MMAHHHJJJAAAA AAAA RRRRAHHAA HHAAII UUNNGGHHH OOOHHHH RRAAAAJJJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU," she wailed.

The chokra boy was giving her a pounding, and she loved it. Her buttocks were getting sore against the rough jute of his bed, and the fragile cot was creaking. Asha could hear a bell ringing furiously in the distance but urged Raju to go on. Raju heard the doorbell too, but he was in the throes of passion and ignored it.

"Please leave me, I can't take it anymore!" Asha wailed as she was gripped by more orgasms.

Hearing her wailing like a bitch in heat, Raju could not hold back. He came inside her in powerful bursts, putting his entire weight on her. He began biting and mauling her breasts as he came. He could now hear the bell ringing incessantly and quickly tried to pull Asha up. However, she was in a delirious state, so he left her naked on his cot, whimpering incoherently, and rushed down to open the main door.

Unknown to them, the neighbor's servant had been woken from his nap by Asha's wailing. He had hopped across the short common wall separating the terraces to see what the noise was. He had seen the fucking going on from the window and was deeply aroused. He was an old man of about 55 years, but seeing this rich woman being fucked had given him a tremendous hard-on.

Seeing Raju rush away, he saw an opportunity and entered the quarters, massaging his erect prick. He saw Asha wantonly lying on the bed with her legs apart. Asha saw him with glazed eyes, her reaction too slow. Before she could register that this was not Raju, he was upon her and had pierced her with his prick. The old man was in seventh heaven, feeling the tightness of this young woman and being able to fuck her with no resistance. He started thrusting powerfully, making the entire cot shudder.

Feeling his prick stretching her cunt walls, Asha began moaning loudly. Her body was responding to the fucking despite her mind rebelling.
"No, this is wrong... please leave me, don't fuck me so hard!" she moaned.

Asha was coming again and again as the old fellow rammed her. Hearing her loud protests, he placed his hand over her mouth and started pumping furiously. Asha bit his hand, sinking her teeth deep into him. The old fellow yelled as he shot his load deep inside her.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" he yelled as he came.

Luckily, they were on the terrace, and the sound did not travel into the house. The old fellow quickly withdrew and, holding his bitten hand, retreated back to his own quarters. Asha lay on the cot, covered with sweat. She was so far gone that she could not have stopped him if he had continued.

Meanwhile, Raju had opened the door to find Rajesh and Asha's mother. Rajesh had been ringing the bell for ten minutes. Raju was severely reprimanded for being so slow. He mumbled that he had been sleeping. Rajesh asked about Asha, since he had come to take her home. Raju was in a fix. Asha's mother went into Asha's room but did not see her. Raju, thinking on his feet, lied that she had already gone home in an auto.

Asha's mother noticed her suitcase was still there. Raju replied that she had told him to give it to Rajesh. Rajesh was perplexed but did not suspect anything. His mother-in-law asked him to have tea before leaving. Before going to the kitchen, Raju quickly ran back to the terrace. He saw Asha still naked on his cot. He quickly told her what had happened, dressed her groggy body in her top and jeans, and told her to go down the spiral staircase to the service lane and take an auto home. He left the dazed woman and rushed back down.

Asha shakily went down the servants' spiral staircase. She saw the old fellow leering at her and lowered her eyes in shame. Luckily, she thought, nobody knows about that fellow fucking her. She walked on unsteady legs to the main road. Asha found people staring at her and some boys whistling. Her appearance was that of a thoroughly fucked woman; in his hurry, Raju had forgotten her panty and bra. Her top was clinging to her body with sweat, exposing her braless breasts and swollen nipples. Luckily, an auto stopped. All through the ride, the driver kept glancing back to see her breasts jiggle with each bump. Asha bit her lip and kept her eyes on the floor.

On reaching home, she was met by Mr. Sinha. He saw her state and surmised she had been fucked yet again. He mentally cursed his luck at not getting any action himself. Asha smiled nervously and went into her room, locking the door. She knew the day was not far when her father-in-law would be fucking her, too.

Asha quickly went in for a bath, knowing Rajesh would be home soon. She felt satisfied but also felt pangs of guilt regarding Rajesh. He was a good man, even if he was lacking in bed. She thought she should subtly ask him to take sex advice from a clinic; he needed to increase his drive and stop his premature ejaculation. She had received immense pleasure from the men who had fucked her-Sushil, Salim, Raju, and even the old servant. Surely Rajesh, who was a strong guy, could rectify his shortcomings. These thoughts were on her mind as she finished her bath and changed into a flimsy nightie. She resolved to work toward getting Rajesh to seek help so she wouldn't need to be fucked by other men.

Meanwhile, Mr. Sinha was feeling extremely frustrated. His daughter-in-law was giving it to the servants, and he, the master, was getting none. Seeing her return with that glow on her face excited him, but all he could do was masturbate. His wife was back now, making it difficult to get to Asha, but he wouldn't give up.

Rajesh got home that night, ignorant of any misdoings. He had missed his wife and was glad to see her in such a flimsy nightie. He wanted to fuck her right away but was interrupted by a knocking on the door. It was his parents, who had come to welcome Asha back. Her mother-in-law presented her with two sarees. Mr. Sinha, seeing her in the nightie, felt blood rushing to his old prick. He exploited the opportunity by hugging her, grinding his hard-on against her stomach and squashing her breasts.

Asha felt his hardness and was taken aback. He then kissed her cheeks roughly. Asha felt his sexual need and flushed in embarrassment. Rajesh did not find his father's behavior odd. He went to have a bath while his parents chatted with Asha. Asha could feel Mr. Sinha stripping her with his eyes. She, too, felt her juices flow and lost no opportunity to give him glimpses of her flesh as she moved about the bed. Her body was taking control again.

"Teasing bitch," thought Mr. Sinha, wishing he had taken her when Salim had fucked her.

As they walked to dinner, Mr. Sinha walked behind Asha. Being the last person, he took the opportunity to knead her buttocks as they walked. Asha let him, which delighted him.

That night, both Rajesh and Asha were horny. Asha instinctively got down and took his prick in her mouth. Rajesh was taken aback but the sight of her pretty face stuffed with his prick was too much, and he immediately ejaculated. He was amazed as she swallowed his cum. Once he became limp, he was finished. Asha was still on heat and wanted a stiff prick inside her. She tried to kiss and arouse him again, but Rajesh just pushed her away, saying he was sleepy, and turned aside to doze off.

Asha felt frustrated and irritated. Later that night, she tried again, but he brushed her off. The next morning, Asha told him she wanted to talk. She mentioned that their mothers were hinting about a baby. She lied that she was not on the pill and suggested they see a doctor. Rajesh was aghast at the thought of discussing this with anyone and brushed it aside. Asha kept quiet, thinking that if he only slept with her once a week, she’d never get pregnant. Besides, she was on the pill to avoid any risk from her other encounters. Seeing his reluctance, she decided to try a different approach.

A few days later, when she was alone with her mother-in-law, Asha was questioned about her progress and confessed to not using any contraceptives. Her mother-in-law was of the old school of thought, believing a child should be born as soon as possible to bind a marriage firmly. She suggested that Asha accompany her to see a Swami Baba who was renowned for miracle cures.

Asha’s mother-in-law knew of many cases where a child was born soon after consulting this Swami. Asha was reluctant but could not refuse, and an appointment was made for the following week. She hoped to wriggle out of it by involving Rajesh, but to her surprise, he agreed it was the right course.

"Mama's boy," thought Asha, feeling helpless.

On the day of the appointment, Asha reluctantly trudged along to the ashram. They were made to wait in a well-lit room. After thirty minutes, Asha started getting restless. Unknown to her, the entire scene was being observed by the Swami in his air-conditioned cabin via closed-circuit TV. The Swami was relishing the beauty of this sexy lass while his own desires were being tended to by a young girl. After he finished, he tidied himself and entered the room. Asha saw a tall, well-built, bearded man wearing a white robe that bared his strong shoulders and hairy chest.

She was transfixed by his piercing eyes and immediately rose to greet him. He motioned for them to sit and asked about their problem. Hearing it, he could hardly control his glee at the thought of seducing this young woman. He asked Asha to come closer and stroked her hair, looking deep into her eyes as he asked for the date of her last cycle. Asha blushed and told him.

He quickly calculated and told the mother-in-law that Asha should see him for three days starting the day after tomorrow. She was to come at 5:30 in the morning, at the break of dawn, for a special ritual and medicine. He guaranteed she would be pregnant before her next cycle. The mother-in-law thanked him profusely and handed over 25,000 rupees. The Swami insisted that only Asha be present, claiming the mother-in-law’s presence would contaminate the ritual. He also added that Rajesh should abstain from sex until then.

On the appointed day, Rajesh drove her to the ashram and left, saying he would pick her up at noon. It was still dark when she entered the room and waited. Soon, two young girls clad only in white robes asked her to accompany them. Asha was surprised to see they wore no undergarments. They took her to a candlelit room and asked her to remove her clothes to be purified by holy water.

Asha felt reluctant, but the girls persisted, saying this was the way for all special rituals. After she hesitated further, the Swami entered and requested she comply. Seeing this huge man, Asha felt compelled to agree. The girls returned and started removing her clothes. Unknown to Asha, the Swami was watching from behind black curtains, his gaze fixed on her milky breasts and dark hair.

The two girls asked Asha to lie on the cold floor while they massaged her body with aromatic oil, paying special attention to her breasts. Asha began to feel aroused; her nipples grew taut and her juices began to flow. The girls smiled at each other, acknowledging her state. They could see she was already wet. The Swami, too, was fully aroused.

"You will feel better, madam. Your skin is so soft," said one of the girls.

"It feels very good," Asha replied, moaning loudly.

She was writhing with passion on the cold floor. When Asha reached out to feel one of the girls, her hand was quickly slapped away.

"What are you doing?" the girl asked.

Asha pleaded for them to help her reach a climax, but the girls stopped, following instructions to prime her without finishing the act. They helped her into a transparent white cloth and took her to a brightly lit room. The Swami arrived, and as they stood to greet him, he removed her robe with one swift motion, leaving her naked.

He poured ice-cold water over her body as Asha gasped. He then took a towel and proceeded to dry her, spending a long time kneading her breasts and rubbing her clitoris with the rough fabric. Asha was moaning loudly as the friction excited her. The Swami then disrobed, standing naked and powerful before her. Seeing his thick shaft, Asha squealed and got down on her knees to suck him. The Swami abruptly stopped her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I want to kiss it, please," Asha replied.

"Is this a sin?" the Swami asked. "Do you want my prick inside you?"

Asha was so excited she blurted out, "Swamiji, I want you to fuck me! I want your big prick inside me!"

Unknown to her, this was being taped. Having her consent on record was paramount to him in case of any future complaints. The Swami was pleased; he knew he would have a good time with her. Looking at his strong, muscled body, Asha felt he was built like a wrestler. Compared to her husband, this man was immense.

"I want to climax, please finish me off!" Asha wailed.

The Swami took a step closer and brought his prick near her face. Asha opened her mouth, but he teased her, swishing it near her lips. He slapped her face with it and laughed, signaling the girls to take her into another room. They led her into a room with a huge bed and a mirrored ceiling, the walls covered in lewd pictures.

When they were alone, the Swami picked Asha up like a baby and flung her onto the bed. She stared at him in awe of his strength.

"Your husband is an asshole; he cannot make you pregnant. I will give it to you, dear child," he said.

Asha could only moan in reply. The Swami positioned himself and pushed the bulbous head of his prick into her.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Asha cried as she was stretched.

She was so overwhelmed that the sensation alone brought her to an orgasm. The Swami pushed fully in and began long, slow strokes.

"Faster, Swamiji! Tear me apart!" she urged him.

He moved faster, his strength apparent in every thrust. Soon, he came deep inside her. Asha felt the heat of his semen and was glad she was on the pill. The Swami then pulled her onto his lap, biting and kneading her breasts.

"Do you like it?" he asked, slobbering over her face.

"Swamiji, you are great," she replied, feeling him grow hard again beneath her.

He clasped her legs together, pointing them toward the ceiling, and pushed back inside. The position made her feel even tighter. He began bouncing her on his lap like a well-oiled piston. He inserted a finger into her arsehole as he bounced her faster. Asha was squealing, the combination of pleasure and pain bringing her to another wave of climaxes.

He then moved her back to the bed and made her lie on her stomach. Holding her buttocks, he pushed his stiff prick in from behind. Just as Salim had done, the Swami began riding her and slapping her buttocks hard. Asha was wailing with pleasure and crying with pain. The Swami went berserk, ramming her rapidly until he shot his load again and slumped on top of her.

The two girls entered again to help Asha up. As she walked unsteadily, the Swami smiled at her from the bed.

"Come tomorrow at the same time. I will fuck you better," he said.

"I will come," Asha replied.

The girls took her to a bathroom and started soaping her under a cold shower. Suddenly, the Swami entered again, his prick erect once more. He caught Asha by surprise, lifted one of her legs, and pushed his prick in with a mighty thrust.

"AAARRRGGHH!" Asha gasped at the unexpected assault.

The girls watched in excitement; one of them even started masturbating. Both the Swami and Asha came again, and he left the room. Asha’s legs felt like jelly, and she fell to the floor. The two girls pounced on her then-one licking her breasts while the other sucked her cunt. Asha loved the sensation, remembering how Mini had done the same.

The Swami returned to announce that Rajesh was waiting. As the girls dressed her, Asha realized four hours had passed incredibly quickly. Rajesh greeted her, noticing her glowing face and assuming the ritual had gone well.

"Schmuck," she thought.

At home, her father-in-law asked about the ritual. Asha lowered her eyes and said it went well. He told her that the next morning, he needed her to sign some papers at the bank and would pick her up after her appointment. Unknown to her, he planned to finally take her to a hotel and have his way with her.

After lunch, Asha locked her bedroom and took a long bath, reflecting on the day. The Swami was an experienced lover, and thinking of him made her horny again. She decided to use Rajesh’s razor to shave her pubic hair, a first for her. She looked at her smooth skin and felt thrilled, eventually reaching another orgasm as she played with herself.

Just as she was about to doze off, there was a knock at the door. It was her father-in-law, Mr. Sinha. He had playing cards and asked if she wanted to play. Asha tried to refuse, but he brushed her aside and sat on her bed. Asha reluctantly began to play.

Asha became aware of her flimsy nightie when she noticed the lustful looks her father-in-law was giving her. She had worn this old nightie to relax and sleep in the afternoon. It was almost see-through now, having been worn so many times. She thought of changing, but quickly changed her mind. She knew her father-in-law had already seen her naked and crying after being fucked hard by Salim. His lecherous stares were giving her a thrill, as she loved teasing the old man.

She purposely bent low while picking up the cards, giving him a teasing view of her ample breasts. She knew he could not make any moves on her with his wife in the house. The father-in-law was getting extremely excited, knowing this hot bitch was deliberately teasing him. He planned to fuck her properly tomorrow at his friend's hotel after picking her up from the pooja.

When Asha started touching his arms and hands, pouting her sexy mouth at him under the pretext of play, he could not control himself any longer. He grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on his throbbing prick, enjoying the look of surprise and astonishment on her face.

Asha gasped as she felt the heat of her father-in-law’s prick. It was so rock hard that for a moment she could not believe it was his, until she felt it throbbing strongly.

"Ungghhh... What are you doing, Father-in-law? It's wrong," Asha said softly.

"Just look at this," replied her father-in-law, equally softly.

"No, somebody will see. I have to go," Asha replied.

Seeing that she made no attempt to free her hand from his grip, he became bolder.

"Just feel its power. Just touch it, dear," he whispered.

He felt Asha gripping his prick a bit more firmly. Feeling excited, he continued, "Tomorrow I will end your thirst, dear Asha Rani."

Feeling his hard, thick prick through his pyjamas and hearing his clear intention of fucking her tomorrow made Asha very excited. Her breathing became heavier. Her body refused to let her remove her hand from his throbbing cock. She kept thinking how hard and thick it felt as her cunt juices began flowing freely.

Seeing his sexy daughter-in-law unable to protest and breathing heavily, he continued, "Meri Asha Rani, I will make you happy. I will take you to heaven."

He moved closer and pulled Asha into a tight hug.

"Uunnggghhh... Aarrggghhh... Ooohhhhh... You are my father-in-law," Asha gasped as her father-in-law hugged her tightly, his hands roaming over her back and squeezing her buttocks.

She was overcome with desire and on the verge of an orgasm just from hearing her father-in-law talk like this. He could have fucked her right there, seeing how passionately she was responding, but it was too risky with his wife still in the house.

He clenched her buttocks tightly and whispered, "I just want to drink your honey... the sweet honey between your legs, my dear Asha Rani."

On hearing these words, Asha began moaning louder. Her father-in-law quickly placed his hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds. Asha was thoroughly wet now. Her cunt-lips were swollen and straining against her soaked panties. His dirty talk, combined with her own vivid thoughts, pushed her over the edge. She clenched his prick tightly as she moaned and came hard.

Just then, they both heard her mother-in-law loudly asking the servant where Saab was as she approached Asha’s bedroom.

Asha jumped off the bed with a gasp and rushed to her bathroom, still whimpering from the orgasm. The father-in-law quickly tried to hide his erection while wiping the sweat caused by the intense sexual tension from his brow and face. He dealt a fresh hand of rummy just as his wife walked in.

She admonished him for sitting there and playing cards in the afternoon, not letting her bahu rest after the long early morning pooja. He mumbled something and meekly followed his wife out of Asha’s bedroom.

Asha stood trembling with fear and excitement inside the bathroom as she heard her in-laws depart.

She thought: This was too dangerous. She must not let her body control her. But on the other hand, how could she exercise any self-control? She was sexually frustrated, and her husband was unable to satisfy her. She was young and healthy. Having tasted fulfilling sex with others, she loved being fucked hard and could not control herself. She loved feeling big, hard pricks, and her cunt loved it too. Her husband’s weak prick was never enough.

However, letting her father-in-law fuck her would be far too dangerous. She resolved to avoid him altogether. She would not go with him to the bank tomorrow. She would find a way to get out of it.

Asha locked her room door and slept for a couple of hours. When she woke up, she decided to go to the club to play some badminton. This way she would get some exercise and also stay away from her in-laws until Rajesh came home.

On reaching the club, she quickly changed into a white skirt and white t-shirt in the women’s locker room. The club was quite strict about dress codes, and one was not allowed to play in casual everyday clothes. Since Asha did not know anyone there, she approached the marker for a game. The marker agreed to play with her for a twenty-minute session.

Asha found herself being made to run all over the court as the old marker gave her a proper workout. Unknown to her, a group of schoolboys aged around fifteen or sixteen were avidly watching her. They stared at this sexy woman running across the court, her big boobs jiggling with every effort. Her short skirt kept riding up, and they desperately tried to catch glimpses of her panties whenever she bent down to retrieve the shuttlecock.

At the end of the session, Asha was sweating profusely. Her t-shirt clung to her body and had become semi-transparent with sweat. As she sat down wiping herself with a towel, she saw the three teenage boys walking over to her. They greeted her politely and asked her to make a foursome for a game of doubles.

Asha politely agreed, but said she would play after some time. Two of the boys went off to the court to play, while the tallest boy, named Vicky, sat down beside her. Vicky introduced himself and talked about his friends, all the while eyeing her body up and down. When Asha mentioned that she was Mrs. Sinha, Vicky complimented her looks and figure, saying he was going to ask which college she attended.

Asha blushed at his compliment and felt good. Soon it was time for the game, and Asha went to partner with Vicky against the other two boys. Seeing Vicky play, Asha could not help admiring his agility and physique.

Vicky, on the other hand, always made sure to retrieve the shuttlecock whenever it fell near Asha, getting repeated glimpses of her upper thighs and panties. Once or twice he even brushed against her, albeit accidentally, and felt the softness of her breasts. He always apologized immediately afterward.

By the end of the game, Asha found herself saying “Never mind” to his apologies, while Vicky had enjoyed plenty of good feels of her breasts and thighs throughout the match.

Asha excused herself and went for a quick shower and change. In the locker room, the showers were open, and Asha stripped naked under the admiring glances of a few girls who were there. Unknown to her at that time, Vicky’s girlfriend Karuna was among them, eyeing her carefully. She had seen the way Vicky was feeling up this woman during the game and had entered the locker room just to see Asha naked. Karuna felt both jealous and strangely excited by the sight of this sexy, voluptuous woman.

Asha quickly changed and went home.

At the dining table that night, Asha found her father-in-law unusually chirpy. He was in a good mood, thinking about fucking her tomorrow. Asha was in a fix, wondering how to get out of this dangerous liaison.

That night, her husband fucked her in the hope of making a child. It was so boring for her. He was out before he was even properly in. He really is a weak man, thought Asha. Such a tall, well-built guy, but with a limp, small prick and almost no sex drive. He really needed to see a doctor. Instead, she was being sent to a Swami.

Next early morning, Rajesh dropped her off for the pooja. Asha was very excited at the prospect of having sex with the stud Swami again. This time she was made to wait alone in the room for over an hour. Unknown to her, the Swami was busy fucking another newly married young woman.

After an hour, the formalities were quickly dispensed with, and Asha was led by the two girls directly to the Swami’s room. Asha began to strip as soon as she saw him. Seeing her eagerness to be fucked, the Swami was elated.

He made the naked housewife sit on his lap, letting the softness of her plump buttocks arouse his prick. Asha felt his cock hardening under her and hugged the Swami tightly, crushing her heavy breasts against his chest. The Swami cupped one breast in his hand and started moving his thumb in slow circles around the nipple, deliberately avoiding touching it. He was teasing her, and Asha began letting out little gasps of pleasure.

Without any further foreplay, he picked Asha up from his lap and, in one quick, deft movement, implanted his now fully erect prick deep into her wet cunt.

“Uuuuuugggggggggggggggggggg!” cried Asha as she was taken by surprise, her pussy suddenly filled and stretched to its limit.

Having his prick fully inside her, the Swami did not bounce her immediately. Instead, he concentrated on her hanging breasts right in front of his face. He nibbled, licked, bit, and chewed them to his heart’s content, listening to this sexy woman moan with his thick cock buried inside her.

“Tomorrow, make your husband fuck you,” he said to the moaning woman.

“Uunngghhh… Haaaiiiinnn… Haaaiiiii… Swwwwaaammiiijjjjeeeeee,” Asha replied, enjoying both his talk and the wonderful fullness of his prick.

“You are fucking nicely,” the Swami continued, now bouncing her slowly on his cock.

“Uunnggghhh… Oooouuuiiiii… Maaaaaaaaaaaa… Nnnnaaahhiiinnnnnn… Swwaammiiijjeeeeee!” Asha cried as she had her first orgasm of the day.

Seeing her in such a state, the Swami hugged her tightly and bit her lips while she wailed. He too reached his orgasm and shot his thick load straight up into her. Asha felt the hot rush of semen flooding her and thought it would come out of her mouth. The Swami kept coming while hugging her tightly and nibbling her body with passion.

He then stood up with his prick still inside her and carried her to the bed. It was only now that he noticed she had shaved her pussy completely clean. It greatly excited him to see such a big, voluptuous woman with a cunt that looked like a schoolgirl’s. One of the girls also saw Asha’s clean-shaven pussy and felt horny. She lay down on the bed next to her and fastened her mouth onto Asha’s dripping, shaven cunt.

Asha started moaning, feeling the softness of the girl’s tongue licking her clitoris. She loved the feeling of her cunt being eaten and wanted to do the same to the girl.

“Please give me your small pussy, dear. I will lick it nice,” Asha moaned.

The girl obliged, and soon both women were in a 69 position, sucking, licking, and nibbling each other’s clits, cunt-lips, and tongue-fucking each other’s wet cunts. The Swami felt greatly excited watching this and sat down on the bed next to the moaning women. He slipped a finger into Asha’s arsehole and fucked her with it while her cunt was being eaten.

Asha wailed with pain and pleasure as she came again and again. The Swami then straddled her stomach and placed his stiff prick between her breasts.

The other girl understood and placed two pillows under Asha’s head, raising it so the Swami could fuck her mouth while tit-fucking the young housewife. He pressed her breasts hard against his prick and started stroking, occasionally pushing his cock right up to her mouth. Asha felt pain as the Swami clenched her soft breasts very tightly to create friction for his prick.

She cried out, “Naaahhiiinnn… Bahhuuttt jjoorr sseeeeee dabbaaraahee hooooo… Aaaappppppppppp… Naaahhiinnn!”

Hearing her cries, the Swami stopped after a little while and said, “Now I will fuck your asshole.”

Saying this, the strong Swami flipped her over and shoved his prick into her cunt from behind.

“Uunngghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Asha wailed as once again her cunt was stretched fully by this man’s massive cock.

The Swami loved fucking these young married women from behind, slapping their buttocks and watching their heavy breasts hanging and swaying with each powerful stroke.

“Your husband can never fuck you like this,” he said, knowing fully well that in most cases the husbands had never screwed their newly married wives in this manner.

“Uunnggghhh… Oouuuiiiii… Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaa,” moaned Asha in pleasure as the Swami increased the tempo of his hard strokes, his prick stretching and stretching her cunt with rapid, forceful movements.

“Maa ko kyon yaad kar rahi ho? Mazaa nahin aa raha kya?” (Why are you calling for your mother? Aren’t you enjoying it, dear? It’s pure pleasure), said the Swami, giving hard slaps to her buttocks, turning them pink and red.

“Uuunnggghhh… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiii… Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Swwwwwwwwwaaammmmmmiiiiiiiiiii… Ooohhhhhhh… Swwwaaammmmmmiiiiiiiiii!” Asha wailed as she came and came.

The Swami then withdrew his stiff prick and pushed its swollen head into her tight arsehole.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” yelled Asha, feeling intense pain as his thick prick forced its way into her arsehole.

“Mmmmmmaaaaaiiii… Maaaarrrr… A beautiful fucking I never did like this… Ha ha ha… Aaashh… Aaaaaaaaahhhh… Taaaaaaa… Hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii!” she continued wailing, tears streaming down her face.

“It will hurt just a little bit. Your ass is too tight today. Just relax, I will ease it in,” said the Swami, now stroking her arsehole with his prick.

Asha felt as if her bums were being split wide open and continued crying with pain. However, sure enough, she soon started enjoying the sensation of the thick prick stroking deep inside her arsehole and began moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Just then, a girl entered and told the Swami that Asha’s father-in-law had come to pick her up. The Swami and Asha were both consumed with passion and paid no heed to the girl’s words. The Swami kept ramming his prick into her arsehole as they both came hard.

The Swami was really spent now, having fucked a new woman before Asha, and he collapsed with all his weight crushing her beneath him. On being prodded, he got up and told the girls to give Asha a bath and dress her up so she could leave.

Asha begged the Swami not to send her with her father-in-law.

“Swamiji, he will doubt that you have fucked me. I will go alone,” she implored.

Sensing an opportunity, the Swami relented on the condition that she do him a favour too. Asha immediately agreed without knowing what the favour was. He then told the girl to inform the father-in-law that Asha had already left.

The Swami asked Asha to come at 10 a.m. the next day instead of early morning. Asha agreed and went for a bath. After getting dressed, she slipped out of the ashram and caught an auto-rickshaw.

Asha did not know where to go and looked lost when the auto driver asked her. He was eyeing her from the rear-view mirror as she took her time to decide.

“Do you want to go to a hotel?” he asked, mistaking her for a high-class whore.

Asha felt angry at his insinuation and blurted out “Connaught Place.” She had decided to go to the bank herself and sign the papers.

On reaching the bank, she went directly into the manager’s cabin and introduced herself. The manager was an old fellow named Mr. Bakshi. Seeing this sexy woman, he was all attention. He called for tea and asked the peon to bring the necessary papers to his cabin. He kept continuously staring at Asha’s breasts while talking to her.

Asha then realized that in her hurry, she had not worn her bra or panties, and her swollen nipples were clearly outlined against her thin saree blouse. That’s why the auto driver mistook me for a whore, she thought.

Asha blushed at his gaze but allowed the old man a free show. Mr. Bakshi stared at this god-sent apsara in front of him and was irritated at how quickly his peon had brought the papers. He asked Asha to sign and stood up to stand behind her, explaining where the signatures were required.

Asha did not know or care what she was signing and simply followed Mr. Bakshi’s instructions. Standing behind her, he got a good look at her deep cleavage and the valley between her fair, milky breasts. On the pretext of showing her where to sign, he brushed her arms and pressed his crotch against her back and shoulders.

Asha was aware of the old man’s excitement from the feel of his stiffening prick, but she pretended not to notice. He made her sign again and again, all the while rubbing himself against her, seeing that she was not objecting.

After it was done, he reluctantly asked for her photographs. Asha had not known about this requirement and did not have any. She said she would send them on Monday.

Mr. Bakshi saw an opportunity to be closer to this apsara and, in his gravest voice, said that he needed them today itself.

“No problem, Mrs. Sinha. I’ll come with you and we shall get them today from a nearby photo studio,” he said, seeing she was lost for words.

He summoned his peon again and asked him to tell the driver to bring the official car to the front. So he and Asha went in the bank’s car to a photo studio.

In the car, he sat close to Asha, letting his leg rest against hers and keeping his arm around her shoulders as he talked about his important position. Asha felt his hand rubbing her shoulders and saw the growing bulge in his trousers. He told her that if she ever needed a loan quickly, he would certainly oblige her, all the while rubbing her shoulders.

He boasted about his important position and how much loan he had given to her husband’s company. He also told her that he had been at her wedding and what a beautiful bride she had looked. As the old Ambassador car moved over the bumpy roads, he watched her breasts jiggle and pressed closer to her at every turn.

Asha could see a huge bulge in his trousers and was getting excited herself. She loved big cocks, and from the size of the bulge, she knew this old fellow possessed a big one.

Mr. Bakshi noticed her gazing at his stiffening prick and became bolder. He rubbed her neck and started praising her beauty and figure. He possessed a monstrous prick. So far, he had managed to seduce and fuck every woman-married or single-he had wanted from his branch. His reputation for having a huge prick had spread throughout the organization, thanks to the many women he had fucked.

Seeing this woman staring at his bulge as he fondled her neck, Mr. Bakshi felt elated and extremely horny. But alas, the driver stopped the car, announcing that they had arrived at the studio.

Mr. Bakshi and Asha got out of the car. He took hold of her arm high up near her armpit, so he could feel the roundness of her breasts with his knuckles while walking with her. He too had difficulty walking, trying to hide his massive erection. Asha was feeling excited and very randy with this old, bold fellow. She allowed him his excesses, wanting to see how far he would go and how bold he could be. She purposely pouted her lips while talking to him and let him have his way. She liked the feeling of power she had over him.

In the studio, the attendant asked if they wanted a five-minute Polaroid photo or the regular passport one that would take two hours. Mr. Bakshi immediately rejected the Polaroid, saying the bank would not accept it, and asked for the regular passport photos.

He fussed over Asha while making her sit on the stool. In the process, he brushed against her breasts and cupped her face to pose correctly. Asha was horny from all his touching and pouted her lips to pose for a sexy snap. His bulging crotch was directly in front of her face as he fussed with her hair and face. She wanted to unzip this old man right there and taste his prick. She could feel her cunt juices flowing at the mere idea of sucking him off.

After the shot was taken, Mr. Bakshi suggested lunch at a nearby restaurant, since they had to wait two hours anyway. Asha meekly accepted, and off they went.

Mr. Bakshi chose a dimly lit restaurant and sat next to her at the table. There were only a handful of other people there at that time. In the dim lighting, Mr. Bakshi grew bolder and pressed against Asha while talking. Asha felt his hot breath on her as he massaged her shoulders and neck. He invited Asha to have beer with him. Although Asha had never tasted it before, she agreed because she was feeling very horny with this old guy.

Mr. Bakshi brought the beer glass to her lips. Asha took a big gulp. He was happy at her drinking and grew bolder with his touches as they both drank gulp after gulp. His hands moved under her armpits, and he was now caressing her breasts. He kneaded them through the thin fabric of her blouse as this sexy woman whimpered in submission to her growing desire.

Mr. Bakshi then kissed her full on the lips.

“Mr. Baaakksshhiii!” Asha gasped at his boldness.

“You are a sexy woman, Mrs. Sinha. I just couldn’t control myself,” he said, kissing her again and biting her lower lip.

“Uunnnnngh… ooooooooohhh…” Asha replied, not wanting him to stop.

She was hot with desire and grabbed at his prick with her hand under the table. Asha gasped at the hardness and enormous size of this old man’s cock as she felt it. Seeing her whimpering and tightly holding his cock, Mr. Bakshi knew he could fuck her without any hassle.

He quickly paid the bill and asked for the key to the room upstairs by slipping Rs. 500 to the waiter. The waiter saw that this old fellow had successfully seduced this sexy woman, who was moaning to be fucked. The waiter was familiar with Mr. Bakshi; in the past too, he had asked for the use of the room, sometimes with his trainee female staff and other times with prostitutes.

Asha blushed at this exchange of money and the knowing looks between the two men. She was hot with desire and was not bothered what the waiter thought of her. She was dying to be fucked.

The waiter came back with the key and saw that the old fellow was kissing this sexy woman, oblivious to the surroundings. The waiter wondered if he too could get a chance to fuck her. Lucky fellow, he thought, as he looked lustfully at Asha’s half-exposed breasts while she was being kissed by the old man.

“Salle budhe ne aaj to mast chokri patai hai. Kya mamme hai iske. Jaroor mazaa aayega budhe ko, saala,” thought the waiter while staring at the horny housewife.

Mr. Bakshi was feeling elated at having succeeded in seducing this hot, sexy married woman. On receiving the key, he proudly led this horny woman by her arm, enjoying the envious looks from the other people and waiters in the restaurant. He purposely paused to talk to the manager while keeping this obviously wanting-to-be-fucked woman Asha by his side. He made small talk while letting them see her randy state as he felt her up in their presence.

Asha was letting out small gasps in anticipation of being fucked as she leaned against this old man. He deftly touched her all over while talking to the manager.

The manager, eyeing her, asked Mr. Bakshi, “What fantastic breasts, friend,” as he too felt her heavy breasts.

Mr. Bakshi laughed at his insinuation, pulled Asha away, and led her to the staircase.

Once inside the room, Mr. Bakshi lost no time in stripping her. He first removed her saree and saw his apsara in a see-through blouse, with her heaving breasts straining to be set free. He sucked at her swollen nipples through the blouse itself. The thin fabric immediately became transparent after being moistened by the old man’s saliva.

Asha moaned as he sucked one nipple and then the other, rapidly sucking and biting alternate breasts.

“Uunnggghhhhhhhh… aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried as she felt the onrush of an orgasm.

Mr. Bakshi then deftly removed her petticoat and almost tore her wet, flimsy blouse off her tits. Seeing her clean-shaven cunt with puffed pink cunt-lips and her clitoris peeping out, he flipped Asha onto the bed and started sucking her clit.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Asha wailed as she came on the very first contact of his tongue on her clit.

Mr. Bakshi, seeing her in orgasm, quickly pushed his tongue into her cunt and sucked vigorously at her juices. This one is really hot and willing, he thought, as he saw her raise her buttocks to meet his tongue in her pussy.

The very thought of a man eating her pussy was enough to drive Asha into orgasm. Mr. Bakshi then proceeded to remove his own clothes. Asha saw that as he removed his shirt, he had white hair on his chest and his upper body was thin, loose, and scrawny. She was a bit put off by it, as all the men she had been to bed with so far had masculine, strong chests and arms.

But when he removed his pants and underpants, Asha was transfixed by the sight of his erect penis. She stared and stared with her mouth open, unable to speak, letting out small guttural noises.

“Urgh… ugh… urghh…” she went, staring at this monstrous prick.

Mr. Bakshi was used to such reactions from women, and it gave him a sense of power. He was a patient and experienced fucker. Some women would instantly dry up and break into cold sweat seeing his monster. He needed to assuage their worries and fuck them slowly to get them wet again.

He could sense this woman drying up at the thought of being unable to accommodate his prick. He caught hold of her hand and gently placed it on his prick. Feeling this huge thing, Asha was jolted into reality as she cried,

“Nahhin… nahhin… Mr. Bakshiiiiii… Main mar jaaungi!” (No… no… Mr. Bakshi… I will die!)

Before she could say anything further, Mr. Bakshi put the head of his prick in her mouth. Gently rubbing her face and hair, he said,

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Sinha. You just kiss it and suck it. No one will ask you any questions.”

Asha compliantly started sucking his prick head as he gently prodded more and more of his cock inside her. Sensing she might choke, he withdrew his prick and rubbed the saliva-stained head on her face. He then inserted it into her mouth again. He kept doing that until he felt her comfortably willing to suck his cock.

After some time, this sexy married woman started sucking his balls on her own. This went on for some time, and Mr. Bakshi was losing control and about to cum. He withdrew his rock-hard, throbbing prick and went down on Asha. He started sucking and nibbling at her clitoris and swollen cunt-lips. He could taste her getting wetter as she moaned in pleasure.

Seeing that this sexy bitch was thoroughly soaked, he lifted her legs over his shoulders and sank his prick slowly into her tight cunt.

“Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Asha as her cunt was stretched by his massive prick.

Mr. Bakshi had only been able to put his prick in halfway when he felt resistance from her cunt walls. He prodded slowly as this housewife cried in pain.

“Mrrrrrrrrr… Baaakksssiiiiiii… Ooouuuuuuuuuuuuiiii… Maaaaaaaaaaa… Mmuujjhheee tuum pphhhaaaadd doooggggeeeeee!” (You will tear me apart!)

Mr. Bakshi withdrew his prick and slowly plunged into her cunt again. He kept doing that, noticing that at each attempt her cunt was being stretched further. He was slowly able to sink his full prick inside her. He then rested his hands on her sweaty breasts and started stroking slowly but firmly, letting his prick sink fully as his balls rubbed against her buttocks.

Slowly her cries of pain turned into loud moans of pleasure as Mr. Bakshi fucked her.

“Mazaa aa raha hai na? Teri choot to bahut mast aur tight hai, Asha Sinha,” said Mr. Bakshi, enjoying the tightness of her cunt and the sight of such a fair, sexy woman moaning in pleasure.

“Aaaarrrggghhh… Hhhhaaaannn… Bbbbaaaahhuuuttt maaaazzzzzzaaaa… Cchhooddooo… cchhhooddooo… Ooouuuiiiiiii… Maaaaa… cchhooddoooo… cchhhooddooooooooo!” (Fuck me… I am liking it!) cried Asha as she raised her buttocks to meet his strokes.

Mr. Bakshi, sensing her enjoyment, began to pound her cunt rapidly, allowing his balls to slap harder and harder against her raised buttocks.

“Thwap… thwip… thwap… thwip… thwap…” he went as he started fucking her furiously.

“Ooouuuuiiiiiii… Maaaaaaaaaaaaa… Ooooooooooooohhhh… Uuuunnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh… Aarrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried Asha at his powerful thrusts.

Sensing her orgasm, Mr. Bakshi slowed his strokes as he enjoyed the sensation of her cunt muscles squeezing his prick and the sight of her sexy face in the throes of orgasm. He remained still and erect inside her.

After a few minutes, he began to thrust again, building the tempo slowly. Again “thwap… thwap… thwap… thwap…” he went as he stroked and stroked her cunt.

Through glazed eyes and moaning lips, Asha saw the old man sweating as he fucked her harder and harder. He went on and on without a break in his rhythm as she came and came in multiple orgasms. The double bed was creaking with his powerful strokes, and her breasts were being badly mauled and crushed by his hands.

Suddenly his body went rigid, and Asha felt hot semen shooting deep inside her as he came. Mr. Bakshi withdrew his prick and forced it into Asha’s mouth, spraying her with his gushing semen as he continued to cum.

He then collapsed on the bed beside her as both their bodies were covered with sweat and breathing heavily.

After some time, he got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash himself. Coming out of the shower, he asked Asha to have one too, and then they would leave.

Asha quickly had a shower and wiped herself with the same towel, smelling his body scent on herself. Her blouse was in a pitiful state, wet with his saliva. As she put it on, she could see her nipples clearly through the wet material. Having no other choice, she covered her almost naked breasts with her pallu and went down with him.

The manager and a couple of waiters were there to receive the room keys from Mr. Bakshi. They all leered at her thoroughly fucked state. Her already pouty lips were even more swollen, and these men mentally stripped her naked as Mr. Bakshi made small talk with them before leaving.

The manager thumped Mr. Bakshi on his back, saying, “Saala, bahut mazza kiya. Kya maal thoka hai tunne aaj!” (This time you brought a real hot one. What a piece you fucked today!) while looking Asha up and down.

Mr. Bakshi put his hands around her naked waist and winked at these men as he led Asha out into the waiting car.

Once inside, he told her that he would pick up the photographs himself and ordered his driver to take her home after dropping him off at the bank.

“Mazaa aaya, is budhe ke saath,” (Did this old man fuck well?) he said loudly, not bothered that the driver could hear.

“Bolo, Mrs. Sinha. Did you enjoy it?” he continued until Asha replied softly, “Yes.”

On hearing her soft voice, he laughed loudly and said, “Phone me. I will make you merrier.”

Saying that, he got off, telling the driver to drop her home again.

Asha was subjected to lecherous glances from the driver throughout the journey back home. As the car bounced over the uneven road, her braless firm breasts jiggled freely. Her blouse was still wet with Mr. Bakshi’s saliva, making her thoroughly sucked and swollen nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Asha suffered this humiliation in silence, wishing the journey would end soon.

On reaching home, she hurried straight to her bedroom, thankful that she had not bumped into any family member. She took a quick bath and wore her nightgown over her nightie while waiting for her husband to return from work.

Over family dinner that night, her father-in-law seemed angry with her. He asked her where she had been and openly admonished her for treating the bank work so carelessly and not going with him.

Asha apologized, saying that since the pooja had ended early, she had gone to the bank herself and completed the necessary signing. When he further asked why she had returned home only in the evening, Asha explained about the photographs being required and how she had to wait two hours for them. She added that the bank manager, Mr. Bakshi, had kindly taken her for lunch while the photos were being prepared.

Hearing this, her father-in-law went into a silent rage. He was well aware of Mr. Bakshi’s reputation, having himself joined the old man on a few occasions to jointly fuck women in the small room above Mr. Bakshi’s favourite restaurant. On hearing the name of the same restaurant, he quickly surmised that his daughter-in-law had been fucked by that wicked old fellow. All his planning for nothing, he thought bitterly. Where he should have been the one fucking his sexy daughter-in-law, that old bastard had enjoyed her instead.

Changing the topic, he told his son that he needed to go to Bombay urgently tomorrow for a day, since their main distributor there was very much behind in payments.

“Don’t worry, I’ll drop Asha for her pooja and pick her up too,” he said, already brightening at the thought of another opportunity.

His son mumbled his acceptance, and Mr. Sinha had a fulfilling meal, thinking about how he would finally fuck Asha tomorrow.

Asha could clearly see through her father-in-law’s plans and had resolved to thwart them at any cost. So after dinner, in their bedroom, she pleaded with Rajesh to take her along to Bombay. Rajesh, seeing his wife so anxious to go with him, agreed.

Early the next morning, both took the first flight and flew to Bombay. On reaching in the morning, they checked into a small three-star hotel near the airport itself. Rajesh told Asha that he had to leave immediately and gave her some money for sightseeing by herself. He said he would be back in the evening around 7 pm, and then they would visit the famous Juhu beach.

Asha decided to visit the Colaba area for some shopping and asked the receptionist for directions. On being told that the faster way to reach there in the morning was by local train, Asha agreed, as she had never sat in an electric train before. She caught an auto-rickshaw and reached the station. After purchasing a return ticket, she was told which train to catch for Churchgate station.

Asha was amazed at the crowd of people so early in the morning and had difficulty boarding the train. She managed to get into a crowded compartment only because people were pushing and feeling her from behind.

Asha was already regretting her decision to take the train as she felt her bottom being pinched and fondled in the packed compartment. However, there was no way she could get off now; she was literally sandwiched among strange people. Her choice of attire did not help either, as strangers felt her body through the thin chiffon saree. As the train moved, her body swayed with it, allowing strangers to brush against her and feel her up.

Asha concentrated on the scenery outside, feeling utterly helpless. The view did not help, since all she could see were slum hutments and smell the stench as the train passed through the dirty environment. Her one hand was held high, gripping the railing for support, allowing people to innocently brush against her breast as she swayed with the movement.

The train then slowed down and stopped, waiting for a signal. Looking out, Asha saw a man defecating in public near the tracks. He was oblivious to the train and continued with his morning chore, facing the train. Asha was astounded at the size of his limp, dirty prick and could not avert her gaze from it. She could feel herself getting excited while watching this slum-dweller’s prick.

At the same time, she felt hardness pressing against her buttocks. The man behind her was rubbing his hard-on on her. Asha felt unable to move due to the crowd. The man grew bolder and pressed himself fully against her now. Asha’s breathing became heavier as she grew excited by the sight of the man outside and the feeling of a live, hot prick on her ass.

The train started with a jerk, and the man behind took the opportunity to hold her by the waist and feel the softness of her exposed flesh. Asha was astonished at his boldness as he continued rubbing his penis against her buttocks and fondling and pinching the exposed skin around her waist. She was feeling both excited and scared by his touch.

She looked around to see if other passengers were noticing, but everyone seemed focused only on remaining stable in their daily misery of commuting. The man behind her then grabbed her hand and brought it back to feel his unexposed erect bulge. He pressed her hand firmly against his cock as he brought his other hand under the armpit of the hand she was using to hold the railing. By doing so, he had moved Asha sideways, and she could clearly see his face.

She stole a quick glance at him, seeing him smile at her, before lowering her eyes in shame. He was a middle-aged, short, dark fellow. Asha could feel herself getting wet and excited at this erotic encounter.

The man, seeing no resistance, now openly massaged her breast over her thin blouse. Asha gasped as he moved his fingers over her erect nipple and areola. At times he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple, evoking gasps from the excited woman. He was rubbing her hand roughly and furiously over his bulge now.

In no time, he too gasped as he ejaculated inside his pants from her rubbing, kneading her breast painfully as he came and causing her to gasp in pain. He let go of her and pushed his way to the exit, alighting at the next stop.

Asha was wet with desire and at the same time humiliated with pain and shame. How could she have allowed him to do this to her? However, she had no time to contemplate, as the already full compartment was bombarded with more people at the stop. Asha was crushed between strangers and could not stop them from pinching, caressing, and rubbing against her body.

Finally the train came to a halt at Churchgate station, and Asha was pushed out in the momentum of the crowd. Getting out onto the open platform, Asha noticed that her saree was badly crushed and she carried various body odours on her. Asha vowed never to take a train again and threw her ticket away in disgust as she left the station.

Asha took a taxi to Colaba and spent the next few hours shopping for shoes and clothes with the money her husband had given her. Even while walking from shop to shop on the Causeway, Asha felt people brushing and pinching her body. Feeling thoroughly irritated, she hailed a cab and, with all her purchases, returned to her hotel room.

She ordered some food from room service and, after a refreshing bath, watched television the whole afternoon. Asha was lying on the bed in just her bra and panties as she switched channels. As she was flipping through, she came across a channel provided by the hotel that was showing blue movies. She was transfixed and lowered the volume as she heard the blonde on the screen moaning while being fucked by a black man.

Asha was turned on seeing this big-breasted blonde being fucked from behind by the black man with his glistening, big black dick. The blonde’s breasts were swaying heavily with the powerful fucking. Asha felt herself getting wet and started stroking her cunt through her moistened panties. Soon she had removed her panties and was stroking her erect clit, moaning with desire as the black man on screen fucked the blonde woman mercilessly and hard.

All the events of the morning, coupled with the blue film on TV, got her furiously rubbing her clit to a series of shattering orgasms. Even after she was spent, the guy on TV was still fucking away. She finally switched off the TV and went to sleep.

When her husband knocked on the door late in the evening, Asha was still asleep. She rushed to wear a bathing robe before opening the door. Her husband presumed she had had a bath and asked her to get ready, since his distributor was waiting downstairs to take them out for dinner.

Asha asked him where they were going so she could decide what to wear. Rajesh replied that they were going to a five-star hotel called Sun-n-Sand and told her to wear something sexy. Rajesh wanted to impress them by showing off his beautiful wife.

Asha wore the same thin-strap black dress she had taken from Mini. It was a very tight fit. She was excited that her husband wanted her to look sexy and thus had no qualms about wearing such a revealing outfit in front of strangers. She purposely did not wear any bra or panties, since the dress was so tight. She paired it with stilettos, and the way she walked made her look quite sexy.

Rajesh was beaming with pride as they went down to the hotel lobby and he introduced his wife to his distributor. Asha saw two men, who were introduced as brothers, both older than her husband - one around 35 and the other around 45 years old. Both the brothers, Yatin and Kalpesh Shah, were wide-eyed at seeing such a fair, voluptuous woman. Seeing Rajesh, they had never imagined his wife would turn out to be such a fox.

Feeling their intense gazes on her made Asha’s nipples stiffen with excitement, and she felt her cunt becoming moist. Asha was subconsciously an exhibitionist and loved the sense of power when men admired her beauty. She was conscious that her nipples showed out prominently in this thin dress and was proud of how thick and erect they had become after being chewed and sucked by so many men.

On the other hand, Rajesh too felt excited at having such a beauty as his wife and felt one-up on other men. Rajesh purposely stroked her behind openly in front of them as they all went out of the hotel toward the car.

During dinner, Asha and Rajesh sat close together, while the two brothers, Yatin and Kalpesh, sat opposite them. Asha noticed that both men appeared shy and in awe of her. The elder brother Yatin was stout and ugly to look at, with a lot of pockmarks on his face. However, the younger brother was tall, fair, and handsome, reminding her of Sushil in a way.

The topic of discussion remained centred around her throughout the meal. Yatin and Rajesh both asked her how she had spent her day in Bombay and how she had liked the city. It was Asha’s first visit to this bustling metropolis. She told them of the harrowing time in the train, leaving out the juicy details.

“It was horrible. I was pushed and pinched all throughout the journey,” she said. She also told them that shopping in Colaba was no big deal and, on the whole, Bombay was the pits.

The younger brother Kalpesh, on hearing her ordeal, immediately said, “Bhabi, had Rajesh bhai-saab told me earlier, I would have sent you my car and driver for the day.”

Asha smiled at his handsome face and replied, “Thanks, Kalpesh. I would have been very comfortable then, but now since we are leaving tomorrow, I’ll take up your offer next time.”

Just then her husband intervened and said, “Uh, Asha, I forgot to tell you. We are staying one more night, since I have to go to Pune tomorrow with Yatin and will be returning to Delhi only the day after tomorrow in the morning.”

Hearing this, Kalpesh beamed and said, “Bhabi, then it is fixed. My car and driver will be available with you tomorrow for the full day.” He further added, “No need to go to Colaba for shopping. My driver will take you to Breach Candy area, where there is the best shopping.”

Going on, he asked, “Bhabi, what else would you like to see in Bombay?”

Asha felt happy at the offer. Thank god, no more taxis and trains. She told Kalpesh that she had always wanted to see a movie shooting in Bombay.

No sooner had she said it than the elder brother Yatin intervened and said, “Bhabi, I will take care of that and make sure you see a movie shooting after your shopping.” Openly staring at her breasts, he added, “Bhabi, you are more beautiful than the heroines. Maybe you should think of modelling or acting yourself. Phir toh roj shooting hi shooting, hai na?” laughing at his own joke.

Asha didn’t like this ugly fellow laughing at her expense while so boldly staring at her breasts, and therefore remained quiet about his offer. She found the younger brother, Kalpesh, attractive, while this fellow Yatin was an ogre.

Asha was sexually charged by the time they got back to the hotel room that night and was glad to be alone with her husband. Rajesh added to her desire by mentioning,

“Did you see the way those two were looking at you? They just couldn’t take their eyes off you.”

Asha replied, feeling wet with desire herself,

“Uggh, that Gujju bhai Yatin was openly leering at me. Had you not been there, my dear husband, he would have torn my dress and raped me.”

Rajesh felt excited by her talk. He quickly undressed her and himself. Without any foreplay, he parted Asha’s legs and entered her wetness. He fucked her hard in rapid strokes. Just as Asha was responding by raising her buttocks to meet his strokes, he came.

Alas, Asha thought bitterly, he is finished and I am just beginning. Rajesh fell asleep right away without a thought for the sexual frustration building up in his sexy wife.

After about fifteen minutes of silently cursing her fate, Asha switched on the TV to the blue movie channel being shown by the hotel. She woke Rajesh up. He rubbed his eyes and saw and heard a woman moaning with excitement as a man was fucking her doggy style. He too got excited and soon had another stiff erection.

He flipped Asha onto her stomach, raised her buttocks, and entered her from behind, just as was being shown in the movie. Asha felt her cunt being penetrated again as she was getting fucked in the same manner as the girl on screen. But alas, Rajesh came again prematurely in just a few strokes and collapsed on top of her.

Asha pushed him aside and silently cried in frustration as her spent husband snored away. She turned down the volume and, silently whimpering, masturbated while watching the woman getting fucked on the screen.

Next morning, early around 5 am, the room phone rang. Rajesh was already dressed as he spoke on the phone and then woke up Asha.

“Darling, I have to go. One Mr. Shelar is here to take me to Pune, as Yatin Shah seems to be unwell. I’ll see you by 9 pm tonight,” he said as he kissed her goodbye and left some money on the bed.

Asha continued sleeping and was woken by the phone ringing at 10 am. She picked up the receiver to hear Kalpesh’s voice telling her that he had sent the car for her and had instructed the driver to take her to Breach Candy for shopping. He further added that he would like her to join him for lunch if she could.

Asha brightened at the idea of meeting Kalpesh again and said she would love to. Kalpesh told her to meet him at the coffee shop at the Oberoi hotel at sharp 1:30 pm. Asha agreed, put down the phone, and went for her bath, feeling happy.

Having had a quick bath, Asha was at her wits’ end about what to wear. She had only brought that one saree, since they were supposed to be here for only one day, and that saree was crushed. She quickly called the receptionist and told them that she urgently needed a saree and blouse ironed.

She waited, dressed only in the hotel bathrobe, as the doorbell rang. The bellboy asked for her laundry. In her hurry to give him the clothes, her long robe caught on her foot and fell off her shoulders in a heap on the floor, exposing her naked body to the bellboy’s astonished face.

Asha, thoroughly ashamed at the bellboy seeing her naked breasts and pussy, tried to cover her breasts and cunt with her hands. Seeing this was not working, she bent down to pick up the robe and ran into the toilet. Having put the robe back on, she shakily walked back into the room to give him the clothes.

The bellboy smiled at her as he took the clothes, having had a good look at her wholesome breasts and her schoolgirl-like clean-shaven cunt. Asha stammered that she wanted her clothes fast and closed the door on the still-smiling bellboy.

She then quickly put on her bra and petticoat as she awaited the return of her clothes. This time she opened the door just a fraction to take back her ironed clothes.

Having dressed, she went down to the lobby to give the room keys to the receptionist before leaving. Was it just her imagination, or were all the staff at the reception smiling mischievously at her?

She got into the Fiat car sent by Kalpesh Shah and went off to Breach Candy for some more shopping. Here she found shops to her liking and taste and bought some imported undergarments and handbags. There was no pushing and pinching in this area, and she thanked Kalpesh in her mind for his suggestion.

It was nearing 1 pm when she was done. She got into the car and headed for the Oberoi hotel for her luncheon date with Kalpesh. She reached there before him and got a table for two, waiting for him.

At exactly 1:30 pm, Kalpesh walked in with a broad smile on seeing her already there. He greeted her by pecking both her cheeks, and Asha took in his masculine odour. In a lot of ways, Kalpesh reminded her of Sushil. Both were tall, broad, and handsome men with a lot of self-confidence.

Although the seat next to her was vacant, Kalpesh chose to sit across from her. Throughout the meal, he behaved like a perfect gentleman, regaling her with humorous anecdotes about life in Bombay and the Gujju community in general. Asha found herself getting very attracted to him due to his charisma and jovial light talk. She found herself laughing a lot and really enjoying herself with this man.

He told her that his brother had fixed for her to see a shooting at a private bungalow that evening, and the car would pick her up from the hotel at 6 pm. He further added that he had enjoyed the meal and her company immensely and would see her next time she was in Bombay.

Asha felt bad that he was leaving. She so wanted to spend the rest of the day with him. She openly told him that she wanted company to see Juhu beach and asked if he would be kind enough to accompany her. Kalpesh, being a thorough gentleman, did not disagree, and so off they went in the car to the other end of town.

Asha saw that Kalpesh, although sitting in the back seat with her, was keeping a discreet distance between them. She so wanted to feel and smell him near her. Asha thought, any other man in his place would have taken advantage of her obvious loneliness and started feeling her up by now. She wondered: Is he gay? Is he shy? What’s the problem?

Asha decided to take matters into her own hands and seduce this handsome fellow. She purposely sidled up to him so that their legs were touching. She also took to pushing her hair back every so often so as to give him an eyeful of her bountiful breasts straining to break free against the flimsy fabric of her blouse.

Although Kalpesh did not attempt to touch her, she saw the bulge rising in his pants, signifying his desire for her. Asha now took to touching his arm now and then while talking and leaning against him, brushing her full body against him under the pretext of pointing at some building or the other on his side of the car.

Unknown to Asha, both Kalpesh and his brother Yatin had discussed her beauty at length after their dinner meeting the previous night. Yatin had expressed his strong desire to fuck this woman and had therefore deliberately sent his manager with her husband to Pune, giving instructions not to return before 11 pm. He had told his younger brother Kalpesh that he planned to fuck this voluptuous Punjabi woman by showing her a shooting and then bedding her afterward.

Yatin, although nothing to look at, had always got his way with various women, while Kalpesh got the leftovers, so to speak. But here, right now, the tables had turned, thought Kalpesh, as this sexy housewife was literally throwing herself at him. Kalpesh, being a hot-blooded man, decided to have the first go with this woman.

The next time Asha brushed her breasts against his shoulder under the pretext of pointing out of his window and asking about a particular place, Kalpesh drew his arm around her shoulders and purposely bent low, bringing his face near hers while explaining the area outside the moving car. With his arm around her shoulders, he pulled Asha closer and smiled at her.

Asha felt elated. This fellow had finally woken up. She smiled back at him and then shifted her gaze to his bulging prick. This fellow too had a big one, from the bulge it was making in his pants, thought Asha, still gazing at it.

Kalpesh saw Asha staring at his stirring erection and thought, this woman seems to be wanting to get fucked badly. Kalpesh grew bolder and started fondling her neck and shoulders. Seeing no resistance, he then brought his other arm and started slowly touching her breasts under her pallu.

Asha let out a sigh as Kalpesh expertly fondled her breasts, kneading them gently. Kalpesh then turned aside and kissed her lips gently, saying,

“Bhabi, you are too damn sexy.”

Asha let out a gasp, “Kaaalpeeeesshhhh,” as she allowed him the liberty of kissing her. Kalpesh was gently nibbling at her lips and tasting them. Asha had opened her mouth to be tongue-kissed, and Kalpesh gently prodded her mouth with his tongue.

As he was kissing her, his hands were now freely and roughly kneading both her breasts over her flimsy blouse. He could feel her nipples stiffen under his ministrations and was dying to suck those teasing nipple buds since the previous night. This woman had really teased both of them by her body exposure at dinner.

Asha felt her cunt juices flowing freely as this man was kissing and fondling her. She took in the taste of his masculine body odour and the sweet taste of his saliva as she was being kissed. He broke the kiss after a long time, leaving Asha gasping for breath and with pleasure.

He next pushed her blouse and bra roughly up, exposing the under parts of her breasts, then with his hands forced more of her flesh into the open so as to grab at her nipples. In this process, the flimsy fabric of her blouse tore.

The driver looked back sharply through the rear-view mirror as his boss was exposing this fair woman’s breasts. He was greatly distracted by the sight of her darkish pink nipples and immediately slowed the car and drove in the left lane. He drove slowly, not wanting to miss out on the free display of this sexy woman’s charms.

Freeing her nipples, Kalpesh immediately started sucking them furiously, with Asha now moaning loudly with pleasure. Asha grabbed at his prick and, not feeling satisfied, was trying to free the zipper when the cell phone rang.

Kalpesh reluctantly answered the phone as his other hand continued tweaking her wet nipples. It was his brother on the line. He quickly explained the situation to him in Gujarati. He told him that this babe was hot and was trying to free his cock while he was talking. He further added that there was no need to seduce her by taking her out and he was heading back to her hotel room to fuck the living daylights out of her. He told his brother to join them directly there and that he would have fucked her by the time he came, thus getting one-up on him.

Asha was moaning with pleasure and her eyes were glazed with lust. She saw the driver staring at her through the mirror. She stared back at him, too far gone in lust to care, softly and at times loudly moaning as her breasts were kneaded.

Asha was so hot with desire that she was unable to open a simple zipper. Closing the phone, Kalpesh opened his zipper and drew out his erect, throbbing cock. Seeing the size of his rod, Asha moaned in delight and anticipation. She was in need of a good fucking, and Kalpesh’s prick was large and thick, just the kind that would drive her mad with passion.

She immediately bent down and started sucking him. She liked the masculine and salty odour and sucked his prick-head while feeling his heavy balls with her hand. Kalpesh too moaned with pleasure as she sucked him and played with his balls.

The driver felt cheated as he could hear but not see this woman sucking prick. Asha had become somewhat of an expert at sucking, with all the recent experience. The moment she felt that he was about to come, she would pause, then again bring him to the brink and pause. This went on and on.

Kalpesh was moaning with pleasure. No woman had sucked him like this sexy bitch. He moaned,

“Let me cummm, bhabiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,”

as Asha again brought him to the brink and paused. This was the first time she was able to control the situation, and she was enjoying reducing this big fellow to a whimpering boy begging her.

Seeing her pause and desperately wanting to come, Kalpesh started jerking his buttocks, trying to fuck her face and get enough friction to cum. He succeeded and shot his semen into her mouth, moaning,

“Bhabbbbbiiiiiiiiiiii,”

as he spurted and spurted. Asha swallowed as much as she could and then raised her face as Kalpesh continued squirting onto her face, hair, and her saree.

The driver saw her face covered with his boss’s cum and, seeing such a sexy sight, had difficulty controlling the car and his own erection.

Seeing cum sticking to her face and hair, Kalpesh, after cleaning himself, offered his kerchief to her. Asha was hot with desire and wanted to feel a stiff cock in her cunt.

Kalpesh told her that they would be reaching the hotel and clumsily tried to help her cover herself with her bra and the ripped blouse.

On reaching the hotel, he held Asha by her waist as they reached the reception desk to ask for the key. The gateman, the reception staff, and the bellboy had a good look at Asha’s excited state. They surmised that this woman was going to get thoroughly fucked as her husband was away.

Reaching the room, Kalpesh ordered for two bottles of beer. Asha was too far gone to notice the lustful stares of the hotel staff or that beer was ordered by Kalpesh. All she had in mind was fucking.

She quickly stripped her clothing and reached out to hug this hunk of a man, Kalpesh. Seeing her so ready, Kalpesh too shed his clothes on the floor in a jiffy and pulled Asha to the bed.

Seeing her schoolgirl-like pussy, he spread her legs and dived with his mouth on her cunt. Asha, already wet, moaned as she felt his tongue on her puffed cunt-lips.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Kalpeessh… Hhhhaaaiiiinnnnnnnn… mujjhheeeee chhooooossoooooooooooooo,” she cried as she felt a shudder of orgasm.

Feeling her tightening and loosening her buttocks as she came, Kalpesh continued to suck her clit as he shoved his index finger up her arsehole.

“AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII,” cried Asha as she felt pain mixed with pleasure at his touch.

Feeling her so wet and ready, Kalpesh couldn’t hold back. He roughly parted her legs and, with one hand, positioned his erect, throbbing prick near her gaping cunt and sank his prick-head in.

“AARRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH,” wailed Asha as she felt immense pleasure in her aching cunt being stretched and penetrated.

Kalpesh now grabbed both her breasts with his hands and began sinking his prick fully inside her tight cunt.

“Unh… Uunh… UUNh… uunnnnhhh… UUUUUUNNNHHHHHHHH,” Asha moaned as Kalpesh penetrated her fully.

“Chhooddooo… mujjhhee chhooddooooooooooooooooo,” she cried as Kalpesh began stroking her.

She raised her buttocks to meet his thrusts and held his back in a vise-like grip with her strong legs.

“Bhaabbii… ssaallii… tu mast cheez hai reee,” moaned Kalpesh as he now started thrusting rapidly and hard, mauling her fair breasts along with fucking her.

Both were so busy in the passionate fucking that they did not hear the doorbell. The bellboy had brought the beer. Hearing their fucking, he pressed his ear to the door, enjoying their moaning sounds.

“OOUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII MMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” cried Asha as she came in a series of orgasms.

“SSSSSSSSSSAAAAAALLLLIIIIIIIII CHHHHHHHHOOOTTT,” cried Kalpesh as he too shot his load into her.

They both collapsed together with their sweaty bodies, breathing heavily, satiated in their desire for the moment.

Asha and Kalpesh heard the doorbell. As Kalpesh rose to cover himself with a towel from the bathroom, Asha quickly covered her body with the bedsheet.

When Kalpesh opened the door a fraction, the bellboy refused to be denied. He pushed hard and barged in with the beer and some snacks. He saw the dishevelled Asha on the bed, her hair in disarray and her face covered with a sheen of sweat. He looked boldly at her as he set the tray down and waited, staring lustfully at her for his tip.

Kalpesh fumbled, reaching for his pants on the floor, and handed him the first note of fifty rupees his hands could find. Just then, Yatin walked in, beaming at his brother and at Asha. He quickly surmised what had taken place and said,

“Bhabi, you look beautiful and happy,”

as Kalpesh escorted the unwilling bellboy out of the room and locked the door.

Asha was embarrassed on seeing Yatin and her face lost colour. As Kalpesh poured beer into the glasses, Yatin went and sat beside Asha. Stroking her sweaty face, he said,

“Bhabi, don’t feel scared. You will enjoy it.”

He then pulled the bedsheet off her and stared at her sexy, freshly fucked body.

“Bhabi, aap bahut mast cheez ho. Aao mere paas aao, darro mat,” he said, gently but firmly pulling her off the bed.

He sat on the sofa and pulled her down onto his lap. Asha felt helpless and complied silently. Yatin felt her breasts, weighing them in his hands as he gently started kneading them. Asha let out a sharp gasp as he tweaked her already stiff and sensitive nipples.

Yatin laughed at her reaction and said,

“Bhabi, kya bhai ne bahut masala hai inhein?” referring to her breasts. “Kya dukh raha hai, bhabi?” he continued as he kept tweaking her nipples and hearing her gasp again and again.

Asha could feel his prick stiffening under her buttocks as he fondled her body at will. Kalpesh, meanwhile, was sipping chilled beer and getting another erection at seeing this sexy woman sitting and gasping on his brother’s lap.

Seeing her gasping and looking in the direction of Kalpesh’s erect penis, Yatin said,

“Bhabi, woh chhota bhai hai toh chhota hai. Ab tum bada bhai ka bada lund dekhogi kya?”

Saying this, he pushed her onto the other side of the sofa and quickly stripped himself naked. Asha saw his massive organ and now understood what he had meant. She was mesmerised by his prick and thought that it was as big as Mr. Bakshi’s, but much thicker. She could feel her cunt ache and throb as she became wet, anticipating the fucking pleasure she would receive from this prick.

Kalpesh too was looking at his brother’s prick. Although he had seen it often when they fucked together, it still amazed him every time, and he too felt excited in anticipation of this sexy woman being fucked by it.

Seeing her stunned, as anticipated, by the sight of his organ, Yatin sat on the sofa and pulled Asha on top, parting her legs and letting his prick slide through her open thighs to massage her clit and cunt-lips. Asha saw the bulbous, thick purple head standing up between her open legs as though it was her own prick.

Asha tentatively touched it but could not manage to get her fingers all around it.

“Uunnhh,” she moaned, thinking it was too thick.

“Bhabi, ghabraao mat,” said Yatin as he sensed her feeling awed by it.

He then held it in his hand and rubbed the prick-head against her clit. Asha started moaning as she felt pleasure at her clit being rubbed by this thick cock. Her cunt juices began flowing again.

Seeing her state, Yatin slowly started inserting his prick into her tight, dripping cunt. He held her buttocks with both hands as he slowly penetrated her, allowing her cunt to get used to his thickness.

“Ah… aah… aaaah… aaaaaahhh… aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” wailed Asha as she felt his prick almost reaching her throat. She felt so full and stretched by it. It was a searing hot rod, melting her cunt walls as it sank deeper and deeper inside her.

When it was three-fourths in, Yatin started bouncing her on his prick, fucking her slowly and getting her tight cunt to stretch further with each stroke. Yatin felt he was deflowering a virgin, hearing this married woman wail so much.

“Bhabi, ghabraao mat. Mazzaa aayega. Teri chhoot ko bahut mazzaa aayega,” he said as he continued bouncing her on him.

Now his prick was fully inside her, and he could feel this woman’s cunt muscles welcoming it by contracting and expanding, giving his prick immense pleasure. He started bouncing her faster, clenching her big buttocks tightly.

“Aahhhhhh… uurrrggggggghhhhhh… ooouuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiii… mmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhhooddoooooooooooooo… uunnggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhooddooooooooo… aarrggghhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhhooddooooooooooooooooo,” Asha wailed as she derived immense pleasure from his fucking.

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” cried Asha loudly as she had a series of shattering orgasms.

Still stiff inside her, Yatin picked her up and withdrew his prick. He flopped her onto the carpet, raised her buttocks, and entered her cunt hard.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Asha moaned at being penetrated again.

Yatin spanked her buttocks hard, watching them jiggle as he rapidly and furiously rammed his prick in and out of her cunt. Kalpesh, seeing her buttocks jiggle and her breasts swaying, joined in by pushing his prick into her wailing mouth, silencing her moans.

Both brothers were now enjoying this married woman who, till the previous night, had been teasing them. One after the other, they shot their semen inside her cunt and mouth, then withdrew their limp pricks and let Asha collapse on the floor.

They both were breathing heavily and rested with some cold beer. Asha also had some, cooling her hot and sweaty body.

Yatin then again pulled Asha onto his lap and began sucking her armpits. He had a fixation for underarms and sucked, nibbled, and bit her armpits furiously. Kalpesh knelt in front and concentrated on sucking each breast alternately, making them red and wet with his sucks.

Asha was constantly moaning in pleasure as her aching cunt became wet yet again. Her whole body was being sucked and licked by these two brothers, and she was on fire.

Next, Kalpesh pulled her away from Yatin and pushed her onto the bed. He straddled her stomach, put his prick between her breasts, and started tit-fucking her. Asha moaned in pain and pleasure as he roughly clenched her tits and gave his prick enough friction to cum all over her neck, face, and hair.

After cumming, he moved over, and Asha could see Yatin advancing, holding his stiff rod towards her. He pulled her legs up but held them sideways together as he positioned his prick with his other hand in front of her closed cunt-lips. Yatin knew this way she would feel even tighter as he drove his prick into her cunt.

“AARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… UURRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Asha cried as she felt totally plugged by his prick yet again.

Yatin was kneeling on the bed, having raised her legs together as he held on to them and started fucking her, letting his heavy balls slap hard against her raised buttocks with each stroke. He fucked and fucked and fucked her.

“Thup… thhuup… thhhuupppppp… tttttttaapppppppphhhhhhh,” went the sound of his balls hitting her bum.

“OOOUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIII MMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA… aaaaooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww… Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… uunngg… uunngghh… ooohhhhhh… Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Asha wailed as he kept pounding into her.

She came and came, but this man kept on fucking her regardless. Kalpesh too marvelled at the stamina of his elder brother as he continued battering this woman mercilessly.

Finally, Yatin exploded inside her and withdrew his prick. There was so much vacuum created that there was a loud noise - “phhuutttttttt” - as his prick came out of Asha’s cunt.

Kalpesh tapped his watch and pointed at the time, signalling his brother that it was time to leave. Both brothers got dressed and silently left the room.

Seeing they were gone, Asha locked the door and drew a hot bath to soothe her aching pussy. After the bath, she tidied the room and went off to sleep naked under the sheets, blissful at the sound fucking she had received.

It had been two months since Asha and Rajesh had returned from their trip to Bombay. A lot had happened in these two months.

In terms of Rajesh’s business, things had become very bad. It had all started with his return from Bombay. They had happily returned - Rajesh happy because he had received a cheque of Rs. 85 lakhs, being the long-pending dues from his distributors Yatin and Kalpesh. Asha was happy because she had enjoyed the fucking session with the two brothers, although her cunt was sore from the ramming it had received from Yatin.

However, their happiness was short-lived. The payment cheques bounced, and Rajesh’s father was livid. He was already frustrated at not being able to fuck his daughter-in-law, and now seeing his son being made a fool of made him furious. He immediately went off to Bombay to tackle the problem and file a criminal complaint against Yatin and Kalpesh.

Asha was thankful for his absence, although she had become worried about their monetary position. As days went by, Rajesh lost his confidence and his little libido due to these business tensions. In order to tide over this period, he borrowed heavily from the bank, pledging his house to get finance. The money situation continued to become tighter as the industry was under a recession.

Asha’s expenses too had been curtailed, and she had to do most of the cooking and housework to curb expenses even further. Thus, she had no real outlet for her rising sexual tensions and grew very frustrated. Her husband was a total zero in bed, and although she did masturbate, her desires could only be fulfilled by being properly fucked.

Her mother-in-law had fallen sick with worry and financial tension, so Asha had no opportunity of getting fucked. She had to look after the house and her sick mother-in-law. Asha knew she would go mad with frustration as the days went by.

It was in such a state that Asha began going to the club in the evenings to play badminton and work out her building frustrations. She would leave the house when Rajesh got back, so that he could take care of his mother while Asha got a much-needed break from the house for about two hours every day.

Her father-in-law was still in Bombay, vigorously pursuing the case as the two slimy distributors kept getting date after date in every court hearing.

Asha had now been going to the club for a week and had become friendly with the young teen group - Vicky, his girlfriend Karuna, and his two buddies Vikas and Salim. She regularly played badminton with them and enjoyed their young company.

Although Asha too was attracted to Vicky, she controlled herself due to the presence of his girlfriend Karuna. Asha liked the girl Karuna, who was obviously very much in awe of her. Unknown to Asha, Karuna found her damn sexy and lost no opportunity to be in the changing room at the same time in order to admire Asha’s figure and body. Karuna was envious of Asha’s breasts, her own being small in comparison. She was also envious of the way Vicky looked at Asha and at times purposely brushed against her.

One day, as Asha was having a shower in the changing room after a strenuous game of badminton, she noticed Karuna openly staring at her. Asha was rubbing soap on her breasts and underarms as Karuna stared.

Feeling embarrassed, Asha asked her what she was looking at. Karuna’s face coloured at having been caught staring, and she replied,

“Unh, I was admiring your breasts. They are so big and firm.”

Asha blushed at this girl’s frank compliment and said,

“Umm, thanks Karuna. You are very pretty yourself.”

Karuna had by now removed her own clothes and stepped naked into the adjoining shower, smiling at Asha. Asha saw that Karuna had a petite figure, small tennis-ball-sized breasts, strong legs, and a cute arse. Asha knew that Karuna was just eighteen years old and wondered about her sexual experiences, if any.

Seeing Karuna still looking at her, Asha felt the stirrings of desire. Her nipples were getting stiff under the girl’s gaze, and Asha could feel her pussy moistening. Asha started soaping her cunt, feeling the wetness as Karuna continued to smile and stare.

Karuna then stepped into the same shower as Asha and said,

“Here, let me soap your back for you,”

taking the soap from Asha’s hands. Asha was flustered and looked around to see if anybody else was there.

Seeing Asha’s nervousness, Karuna said,

“You can soap my back too after I’m done with you,”

and started soaping Asha’s back. At her touch, Asha let out a small gasp as she was turned on by Karuna’s action.

Karuna first concentrated on Asha’s upper back, soaping her neck and shoulders gently. She could sense that Asha was getting excited, and she too was feeling hot. She had wanted to touch this big, sexy woman since the first day she had seen her naked in the changing room.

Karuna was a product of a boarding school and had had numerous encounters with different girls. In fact, Vicky was her first boyfriend - the first guy to rob her of her virginity. Although Vicky was younger than her, he was such a masculine guy that Karuna had enjoyed being seduced by him. She still had hots for sexy women and was bisexual.

Seeing this woman Asha moaning softly now, Karuna started soaping her lower back, concentrating on her buttocks. She clenched these huge bums in her hands and at times let her finger wander between Asha’s arse cheeks, enjoying the feeling of giving pleasure to this big woman.

Next, Karuna cupped one buttock tightly and let her finger soap Asha’s cunt and arsehole from behind. Asha moaned loudly, not being able to control her open display of sexual emotions.

“Does this feel nice?” asked Karuna innocently.

“Ummmmmmnn… aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Asha moaned as Karuna now brushed her clit and put a finger in her cunt.

Asha could feel her orgasm coming. She loved the way this young girl was touching her - gently but yet forcefully at times. Just then, the ayah in charge of the changing room walked in.

Karuna quickly withdrew her hand and went into the adjoining shower. She looked at Asha’s glazed expression at being robbed of an orgasm and motioned to her with her eyes that someone was there.

Asha turned around, moaning softly, and felt frustrated on seeing the ayah. Sensing her frustration, Karuna said,

“Let’s meet tomorrow afternoon at my house. Nobody will be there, sweetheart,”

she said boldly, her eyes twinkling at Asha’s state.

While changing into her clothes, Karuna came up to Asha and, cupping her face in her hands, said,

“Sorry about today, sweetheart. I promise that you will have fun tomorrow.”

Saying this, she handed her telephone number to Asha, adding,

“Call me after noon tomorrow.”

Asha reached home that evening feeling very horny. She had loved being touched by Karuna and wanted to see her again. After dinner, still feeling sexually excited, she turned towards her husband. Rajesh was tired as usual and told her,

“Not tonight, I’m tired,”

and turned his back towards her and went to sleep.

Asha got up and went to the bathroom. Filling hot water in the tub, she masturbated herself to an orgasm while thinking about Karuna.

Next morning, she told Rajesh that she would be out in the afternoon and that she would ask the maid next door to come and look after his mother. When he had left, she quickly dialled Karuna’s number, only to be greeted by no one answering. Asha dialled the number three more times - at 10, then at 11, and then again at 12 - with the same result.

Having had her emotions reach a sexual peak, Asha felt very frustrated. She tried again at 1 pm. This time the phone was picked up by a sweet voice at the other end. It was Karuna, and she was delighted at Asha calling her. She gave Asha the address, and Asha left almost immediately.

Karuna was equally excited on seeing Asha. She told her she looked beautiful as she kissed Asha on the lips in greeting. Asha kissed her back hungrily, forcing her tongue into the young girl’s mouth and tasting her sweet saliva.

On breaking the kiss, Karuna grinned in satisfaction at having such a sexy and willing woman to play with. Seeing Asha’s obvious enthusiasm, Karuna decided to tease her to the limit. That would be far more pleasurable - to see this big, sexy woman moan and writhe with unfulfilled desire.

She led Asha to her bedroom and slowly began removing her saree, blouse, petticoat, and bra, enjoying every touch as Asha let out soft gasps of pleasure. Asha, in turn, stripped Karuna roughly and urgently. Soon both women were completely naked, standing with their bodies entwined, kissing and touching each other passionately.

Asha was so sexually pent up that Karuna’s kisses and touches quickly pushed her over the edge. She had her first orgasm while still standing, trembling as her body was swept by a shattering climax. She clenched Karuna tightly as she wailed loudly and came hard.

Karuna had difficulty supporting Asha’s weight and somehow managed to lay her down on the bed. She then proceeded to touch those lovely heavy breasts of Asha’s. Karuna moaned at the feeling of such firm, full breasts. She immediately started sucking them one by one, marvelling at the thick, stubby nipples.

Asha was moaning with desire and desperately wanted to taste Karuna’s cunt juices. However, Karuna was too busy sucking, biting, and fondling her breasts to pay attention to the rest of Asha’s body. Asha, being the bigger and stronger of the two, finally managed to push Karuna aside and grab her legs. She roughly parted Karuna’s legs and dove mouth-first into the young girl’s pussy.

Karuna gasped at suddenly being helpless as this woman took complete control. Asha cupped as much of Karuna’s cunt-lips as she could into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Karuna started moaning loudly as Asha’s tongue flicked her clit and her finger pushed deep inside her wet pussy.

Karuna had always been the dominant partner in her lesbian relationships, except for the first time when a senior girl in boarding school had initiated her into this world of pleasure. She had wanted to make Asha moan and wail at her own discretion, but here Asha was being dominant and forceful, reducing her to a blubbering, trembling mess by eating her cunt so hungrily.

Karuna found she had no control as she moaned loudly at being devoured by this big woman.

“Uunh… uunh… uuuuunnnhhh… ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… AAAASSSSHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!” she wailed as a series of orgasms swept through her entire body.

Asha then lifted the moaning Karuna onto her lap and started kissing her small breasts, biting, sucking, and nibbling them at will as Karuna meekly submitted her body. While sucking on her breasts, Asha drove a finger into Karuna’s wet young pussy. She added another finger and began finger-fucking the young girl with increasing speed.

Asha was consumed with passion and loved the feeling of power over this young girl as she furiously fucked her with her fingers, watching Karuna’s face contort with pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh KKKAARRUUNNAAA… maazzaa aaahh rraahhaa hhhaiii nnaa,” (Karuna, I am loving this) she moaned as she brought the deliriously moaning girl to yet another series of orgasms.

Karuna had felt some pain initially as the inexperienced Asha thrust her fingers in hard, but the feeling of sitting on this woman’s lap with her legs spread wide and being dominated gave her immense sexual pleasure.

Asha then withdrew her fingers and quickly inserted them into Karuna’s mouth, making her suck off all her own pussy juices. Still keeping Karuna on her lap, she offered her breasts to her, saying,

“Tu yeh maang rahi thi… choose mere mamme ko… haath se dekh kitne bhari hain… choose Karuna, chhoos.”

Asha too was very excited by all this, and her cunt juices were dripping. She continued to offer her breasts while Karuna greedily sucked at them.

Asha then pushed Karuna off her and made her lie down on the bed. She lay on her back and asked Karuna to suck her off.

“KISS MEE DEAAAAAAAR… uummmmm… aahhhhhhhh,” she said as Karuna bent down and brought her mouth to Asha’s clean-shaven pussy.

Karuna could see that Asha’s cunt was puffed, engorged, and gaping. She hungrily brought her mouth to the prominent clitoris and sucked it. Karuna then nibbled at it gently at first, then harder.

“AAAAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH,” cried Asha, feeling both pleasure and pain.

Karuna then began gently inserting her tongue into Asha’s throbbing cunt.

“OOHH… OOHHHHH… OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH… YYEESSSSS,” cried Asha. “JORRRRR SSEEEEEEEE… AAUURR HJJOORR SSEE,” she cried, now lifting her buttocks to meet the thrusts of Karuna’s tongue.

Seeing her excited state, Karuna hardened her tongue and fucked her faster.

“OOOOUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMAAAAAAA,” cried Asha, reaching a shattering orgasm.

Seeing Asha in the throes of orgasm, Karuna clenched her buttocks and pushed two fingers into Asha’s arsehole to heighten her pleasure.

“OOOHHHHHHHHHHH… HHHHHHAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII… MMMAAIINNN MMAARR GAAYYEEEEEE,” cried Asha pleasurably.

“UUNNGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH… AAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” Asha cried out as she came again.

Karuna, seeing this big woman moan with the pleasure she had given her, grew excited. She quickly withdrew a vibrating dildo from the bedside dresser, turned it on, and started teasing Asha’s clit as she whimpered softly after her orgasm.

Sensing the vibrations on her clit, Asha began whimpering louder with pleasure. Karuna next shoved the dildo into Asha’s gaping cunt and began pushing its vibrating, humming head inside. The dildo was big, and Asha felt her cunt muscles being stretched. She had never experienced a dildo before and found the sensation strangely pleasurable.

Karuna now started fucking Asha’s cunt rapidly with it, seeing the woman getting excited again.

“OOUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKAAARRUUNNAAAA,” Asha moaned as she raised her buttocks to meet the thrusts of the dildo.

Karuna then paused deliberately, wanting to prolong Asha’s pleasure, and watched her raise her buttocks rapidly, desperately wanting the dildo to move fast and hard.

“Chhooddooooooooooooooo… ssaallliiiiiiiiiiiii… Kaarruunnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… aaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… pleeeeeaasseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… ccchhoodddooooooooooooooo,” she cried, wanting to cum and feeling frustrated as Karuna kept removing the dildo at the edge.

Karuna felt a strong sense of power as she saw this big, sexy woman literally begging her for pleasure. She kept aside the vibrator and raised one of Asha’s legs high up. Then she got in between and raised her own leg over Asha’s. This way their two dripping cunts came into direct contact.

Asha moaned as Karuna ground both their pussies together. Asha needed rough contact - any contact with her cunt to get her off. However, Karuna kept frustrating her efforts time and again, sensing that the woman was about to explode. Karuna got immense pleasure from this control.

Karuna now lay on top of the writhing Asha and proceeded to kiss, lick, and nibble at her face, neck, breasts, and heaving stomach as Asha moaned in passion. She then asked Asha to lie on her stomach.

Karuna now concentrated on her big buttocks, clenching them tightly and then lightly slapping them to watch them jiggle. Once in a while she would purposely brush her finger against Asha’s clit or thrust into her sopping cunt, just to keep her on the brink of orgasm.

Karuna then started nibbling Asha’s inner thighs. They quivered at her touch as Asha wailed with passion. By this time Karuna too needed release and ordered Asha to suck her cunt.

“UUTTH… UF MMOTI… CHOOOSSSS MMUUJJHHEE,” she said, urging the big woman to eat her cunt.

Asha, desperate for her own release, meekly complied and started hungrily licking Karuna’s clit as she parted her cunt-lips with her hand. Asha then pushed her tongue into Karuna’s cunt and began hardening it, fucking her just the way Karuna had done earlier.

Karuna was moaning with pleasure and had gripped Asha’s head with both hands, forcing it harder onto her cunt. Asha’s face was smeared with Karuna’s juices, and she was literally breathing from her cunt as she sucked, licked, and bit the young girl into multiple orgasms.

Karuna cried loudly as she came and came, keeping firm pressure on Asha’s head. After a while, when her orgasm had subsided, she released her grip and watched this sexy woman raise her face, all covered with saliva and cunt juices.

Karuna then strapped the dildo around her waist and entered Asha from behind, gripping her swaying breasts for support as she rammed the dildo into Asha’s cunt mercilessly. Asha soon came, but Karuna kept the onslaught going until Asha started crying loudly in pain.

“OOUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIII… AAAAHHHHHHHH… BBBUUSSSSS… KKAARROOO… KKAARRUUNNAAAAA… MMEEIINNNN UUUNNNGGHGGHH… DDUUUKKTTAAA HHHAAAIIIIIIIII… BUUSSSSSSSSSSS,” she cried, imploring Karuna to stop.

Karuna stopped immediately, not wishing to cause real pain to this sexy woman. She cradled Asha’s face in her arms, told her she was sorry and had not realized she was hurting her, and kissed her face all over to show affection.

Both women were spent and exhausted. This had been a very rough and frenzied session, even by Karuna’s standards. She was sure that once this initial passion was satisfied, further sexual unions with Asha would be gentler. She was pleased to see that Asha had accepted her dominant position.

Getting dressed, Karuna said it was time to go to the club for badminton. Asha felt exhausted but agreed to go along. She had brought her change of clothes for the club with her.

Both of them reached the club and were met by Vicky, Vikas, and Salim. Asha sat on a chair and watched the four of them playing, feeling too tired to join. Karuna kept smiling at her from time to time.

Asha noticed the time and said she was leaving and asked if Karuna could drop her home. She didn’t want to hang around and needed a hot bath to soothe the soreness in her pussy caused by the dildo. Salim offered to drop her, but was immediately vetoed by both Vicky and Karuna, who said they would.

Their game broke off and all of them sat in Karuna’s car to drop Asha home. Vicky drove with Vikas sitting next to him. Asha was sandwiched in the back seat between Karuna and Salim.

Asha felt herself being touched by both of them, though Salim and Karuna did not know the other was also feeling her. Salim had his arm around Asha and was busy stroking her neck and shoulders, while Karuna had her hand resting on Asha’s thigh, stroking it gently.

Asha was aching and tired and did nothing to stop them. She noticed a big bulge forming in Salim’s trousers and was surprised at the size for such a young boy. She was glad her house was near the club and soon got off, smiling and waving goodbye to them all.

While having a relaxing bath at home, Asha wept silently at the brutal way Karuna had forced the dildo into her and refused to stop. Her pussy was aching badly, and she thought she detected some blood. For once that night, she did not sidle up to Rajesh in bed and was soon in deep slumber.

Asha reached the factory at 8 am sharp the next morning. Mr. Sharma was already there and came into her cabin to greet her with a leer on his face. He knew that this rich bitch had been fucked by her servant the previous day. He too wanted an opportunity to fuck her.

He kept staring openly at her body as he filled her in about yesterday’s issues at the bank. Asha was wearing a light-blue chiffon saree and a sleeveless thin blouse, through which her black bra could easily be seen. Mr. Sharma kept staring at her ample cleavage, as her blouse was too short to contain her heavy breasts.

Asha was aware of his stares and felt uncomfortable and helpless under his gaze. Mr. Sharma then explained that other payments - such as electricity and some pressing creditors - needed to be made and inquired when Rajesh was expected back with funds.

On being told that Rajesh would not be back for another two weeks, Mr. Sharma replied that without funds, things would become impossible. He took this opportunity to come behind her and explain through the accounts ledger the outstanding payments that needed immediate attention.

While doing so, he brushed against her bare arms and even brought his face close to hers, much to Asha’s discomfort. He then proceeded to touch her back while explaining things, soon openly rubbing her back and the exposed flesh below her short blouse.

This is too much, thought Asha as he continued to touch her.

That morning Asha had to meet several creditors. She asked Mr. Sharma to sit next to her as each creditor came in demanding money. It was a humiliating experience for her. Each person was fed up with the delay and spoke roughly, demanding immediate payment. Seeing a young woman in charge, they were especially harsh with her. Asha tried her best to pacify them, but she could see the problem was rapidly escalating.

To make matters worse, the bank called saying they required Rs. 2 lakh in cash to be deposited immediately because their cheque had bounced. Asha was nearly in tears.

Mr. Sharma reiterated that since the bank manager Mr. Bakshi was on leave, there was no other responsible person they could approach for any relief. The money would have to be deposited without delay.

Seeing her plight, Mr. Sharma put his arm around her, openly feeling her bare arms and shoulders while telling her that he knew an old boss who was into money lending. Perhaps they should approach him. Asha immediately agreed and called Rajesh to apprise him of the situation.

Rajesh too was worried since they had not received any positive response yet. He asked her to borrow 20 lakhs if possible.

All this while, Mr. Sharma stood behind her and was now freely massaging and feeling her back and shoulders. Asha realised that this fat old man was getting his kicks, but she was so worried about their financial mess that she ignored his touching. Mr. Sharma had a hard time controlling his desire to fuck her. He was very excited touching the bare, smooth, fair flesh of this sexy woman.

When Asha repeatedly asked him to contact his old boss for funds, he reluctantly removed his hands from her and went to his cabin to find the number and make the call.

He came back after half an hour with a crestfallen face. His old boss, Mr. Ahmed, did not have time to meet them today and could only see them tomorrow at noon. He also added that Mr. Ahmed was a big-shot financier involved in financing movies as well as lending money to industry. It would be more appropriate if Asha called him herself, since she was the boss now.

Asha then thought of calling Mr. Ahmed directly and did so. She pleaded with him to give them 2 lakhs today and promised they would meet tomorrow for the paperwork. Hearing her sexy voice and desperate pleadings, Mr. Ahmed agreed. Mr. Sharma was immediately despatched to collect the money and deposit it in the bank.

Mr. Ahmed further added that with regard to lending additional money up to 20 lakhs, he would require their financial statements and also wanted to meet her personally to discuss the interest and repayment terms. Asha readily agreed to send the financial data that evening and to meet him at his convenience.

It was 1:30 pm now, and Asha too left for home. She felt satisfied at having saved the immediate financial crisis. She resolved to convince Mr. Ahmed to give them more money when they met. She wondered what sort of man he must be to be able to finance movies. The glamour of the film industry had always appealed to her, and she was thankful for the chance to meet such a big-shot financier.

After lunch, she telephoned Rajesh and told him everything that had transpired. He was greatly relieved and decided to return as soon as Asha succeeded in getting the funds. He impressed upon her that she should agree to Mr. Ahmed’s terms, however steep they might be, since this was the only way out for them.

She then called Mr. Sharma and instructed him to take the financial data to Mr. Ahmed that evening itself, without delay.

Although Raju was available and willing for a fuck-session that afternoon, Asha was not in the mood due to the financial crisis and did not feel horny. She desperately wanted to secure the loan so her husband could return and their monetary problems would be over. She wanted to talk to Rajesh and take him to a doctor to solve his sexual problems. She was young and sexually awakened ever since that first grand fuck with Sushil, and she needed to fulfil her desires. The only way out was for her husband’s sexual issue to be resolved so she could have a normal and sexually fulfilling life. She could not keep fulfilling her needs with other men and women.

Next day, Asha went to work full of hope. She called Mr. Sharma into her cabin and earnestly asked him about the prospects of getting additional finance from Mr. Ahmed.

Mr. Sharma could see the desperation on her face and replied,
“Mr. Ahmed is a very big-shot person, Madam. I can’t say if he will give us the money. He is very much involved with financing the film industry. Instead of waiting for his call, which might take days, let us go to his office and take a chance.”

Asha readily agreed to the suggestion, and so they both went to see Mr. Ahmed. During the journey, Mr. Sharma again impressed upon Asha how important these funds were to them.

A visibly worried Asha, along with a leering Mr. Sharma, reached Mr. Ahmed’s office. They were made to sit in a small room away from the main waiting area, which was filled with many other people. Since they had no appointment, they were made to wait.

Asha was impressed by the plush interiors and the number of people waiting. Mr. Sharma sat next to her and, under the pretext of speaking confidentially, put his arm around her shoulders and started feeling her. He was glad to have such an opportunity to be alone with her.

Soon Asha spotted a dusky, sexy woman in a tight blouse and short skirt walk in. She too was made to wait in the same room and sat opposite them on another sofa. Asha could see that this sexy woman was wearing no bra, as her breasts were straining in different directions against the thin fabric of her blouse.

Mr. Sharma brought his face very close to Asha’s and whispered,
“See, that woman is the one who acted in the Beta Hindi movie. She is a starlet. Quite a sexy thing, no? What do you think, Madam?”

Asha felt uncomfortable with Mr. Sharma so close, but seeing the woman sitting within hearing distance, she was forced to reply in a whisper herself.
“Yes, she is the one who did that rain song in the * movie,” replied Asha softly.

Mr. Sharma, now pressing Asha firmly against him, said,
“She looks even more sexy in person, don’t you think?”

“Unngh… um yes, but what is she doing here?” replied Asha.

At that moment, the girl opposite chose to uncross and cross her legs, giving them a good look at her smooth thighs and a glimpse of her dark-coloured panties.

“Did you see that, Madam? Her skirt is so short,” said Mr. Sharma. “She has come here to ask Mr. Ahmed for a role in some of the movies he is financing,” he added.

“She is clearly wearing no bra,” said Asha, now feeling excited herself.

“Yes, Madam, she has small ones, not like you… hehehe,” said the greasy old Mr. Sharma.

“Ummmhh… aah,” Asha replied, gasping.

Mr. Sharma was by now freely feeling Asha’s bare shoulder and pressing her closer to himself. He had grown bolder and brought his hand down to feel her breast from the side of her thin blouse. His hand was hidden by Asha’s saree, so the woman opposite could not see it. He was pressing her breast from the side as he continued to whisper.

“I bet she is going to bed with Mr. Ahmed for a role. Casting couch, you know, Madam,” Mr. Sharma said while feeling Asha’s breast and her clean-shaven armpit.

Asha was gasping with short breaths now. All this talk had excited her, as had the fondling she was receiving. Mr. Sharma was a fat old man, but somehow with his sexy talk and persistent touching over the last three days, he was slowly lowering Asha’s resistance.

“Ummm… aahh… you mean Sharmila is going to be… uunnggh… uuumm… fucked… uummm… by Mr. Ahmed for a role?” said Asha, now moaning softly into Mr. Sharma’s ear, excited by the talk and by naming the starlet.

“Haan Madam, Mr. Ahmed usse choodenge… barabar choodenge,” replied Mr. Sharma, now switching to Hindi, feeling excited that he had succeeded in wearing down the resistance of his reserved boss.

Hearing him use Hindi to refer to fucking, Asha felt herself getting wet.

Mr. Sharma pressed on,
“Madam, us din jab maine aapko phone kiya, aap kaunsi picture dekh rahi thi? Usme bhi toh chudai ho rahi thi. Main samjha aapka rape ho raha hai,” whispered Mr. Sharma, now nibbling Asha’s ear.

At this juncture, Mr. Ahmed’s secretary walked in and the sexy starlet Sharmila got up and followed him out of the room. Now they were alone again.

Mr. Sharma took full advantage and freely squeezed Asha’s breast, rubbing his thumb in circles over her stubby erect nipple through her thin blouse.
“Bolo na Madam, woh kaunsi film thi?”

“Aaaiiee… oohhhhhhhh… Mr. Shharmmaaaaaaa,” moaned Asha a little louder now, as Mr. Sharma pinched her nipple.

“Woh… uunnggh… uummmm… blue film thii… aaiieeeeee,” said Asha, lying about it.

“Madam, par usme toh Hindi mein cheekh rahi thi aur Hindi mein bol rahi thi,” said Mr. Sharma, now placing Asha’s hand on the bulge in his pants.

“Uunnh… Sharmmaa… oohhh… yeh kya kaaarr… uunngh… rrahheeeeeee hhoooo… oouuii… kkooi ddeekkhhh… lleh ggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… cchodd… ddddoouu… mmuujjhhee,” moaned Asha softly as her hand took a firm grip of this greasy man’s prick while he continued kneading her breast.

“Arre saali, tune hi toh mera lund zor se pakad rakha hai, aur bolti hai ki chhodun,” replied Mr. Sharma, pleased with the firm grip this sexy bitch had on his prick. He realised she would be an easy lay now, as he had succeeded in seducing her and wearing down all her resistance.

Just then, Mr. Ahmed walked in with Sharmila clinging to him. Mr. Sharma and Asha quickly let go of each other and stood up in obvious embarrassment. Both Mr. Ahmed and the starlet saw what was happening, but Mr. Ahmed ignored it as he took in the beauty of Mrs. Sinha and spoke to her.

“I am sorry, Mrs. Sinha, but I have been very busy and have not had a chance to look into your documents. Perhaps this evening over dinner, if you are free?”

Before Asha could answer, Mr. Sharma butted in,
“Yes, yes, of course sir, this evening is fine.”

Asha too had to say,
“Yes sir, this evening is fine.”

She looked at Mr. Ahmed. He was a tall, strong, muscular man with a barrel chest and a deep, resonant voice. He looked to be in his mid-forties - a truly charismatic personality. Asha envied Sharmila, thinking of the fucking she would receive at the hands of this powerful man. She found him very sexy.

Mr. Ahmed too was thinking about Asha - what a voluptuous woman, so fair and big, with big breasts, tall stature, and a big gaand. What was this fat fellow up to with her just now? Surely she deserved a better man. It would be fun bedding her, he thought.

Asha blushed, knowing that Mr. Ahmed was staring at her. They all agreed to meet at 8:30 pm in a five-star hotel that evening. Having decided, Mr. Ahmed left with his afternoon conquest, while Asha and Mr. Sharma also departed from the office.

While walking towards the car, Mr. Sharma tried to hold Asha by her waist but received a tight slap on his face for the effort. Asha had regained her composure and put Mr. Sharma firmly in his place. Mr. Sharma cursed his luck at not succeeding with her anymore. The drive back to the factory was in chilly silence. Asha dropped Mr. Sharma off and then drove to her parents’ house.

Inside, she was seething with rage at Mr. Sharma’s behaviour. How dare he, she thought, trying to act funny with me.

That evening, promptly at 7:30 pm, Mr. Sharma came to Asha’s parents’ house to accompany her for the meeting with Mr. Ahmed. He sat in the living room with Asha’s parents while Asha was still getting ready. Her mother called out to Raju to bring tea for Mr. Sharma.

Mr. Sharma quickly thought, so this is the chokra boy Madam was getting fucked by that afternoon, as he watched Raju bring the tea. He felt emboldened in his desire for Asha. If she could get fucked by a servant, surely he could still get her, he thought as he sipped his tea.

As he was finishing, Asha walked in. She was looking stunning, wearing a dark-blue chiffon saree with a thin-strap blouse that could hardly conceal her ample breasts. As she bent down to sit opposite him for tea, he could see her boobs almost spilling out. Clearly she was wearing no bra. Furthermore, her saree was worn well below her navel. She had worn a thin gold chain accentuating her bare midriff.

Well, well, thought Mr. Sharma, this is going to be an interesting evening.

While sitting in the car, Mr. Sharma complimented Asha on how good she looked. She replied “Thank you” with a sweet smile. This encouraged Mr. Sharma, who then put his arm around her as she was driving. However, an icy cold look from Asha was enough for him to quickly remove his arm.

On reaching the hotel, they were early. They found a suitable table and sat down. Mr. Sharma sat close to Asha on the sofa and ordered a double scotch for himself. Asha ordered an apple juice as they waited for Mr. Ahmed.

Having downed his first drink pretty fast, Mr. Sharma ordered another. He garnered courage and slid closer to Asha, letting his leg press against hers.

He then told her,
“Madam, aap ne bataya nahin ki kaunsi Hindi blue film aap dekh rahi thi.” (You didn’t tell me which Hindi blue film you were watching.)

Asha, exasperated and feeling uncomfortable, replied,
“Ab bus bhi karo, Mr. Sharma.”

“Zyada chalak mat samjho, Madam. Mujhe sab pata lag gaya hai - kaunsi blue film aur kaunsa Raju,” (Don’t play innocent, Madam. I know everything - which blue film and which Raju) he said, boldly putting his arm around her and pressing her closer to himself.

Aah, what an intoxicating perfume this bitch had put on.

Asha gave him a cold look, but to no avail.

“Maine saara tape kar diya hai - teri chudai ki awaazein Raju ke saath. Agar tune mujhe tang kiya toh main Rajesh saab ko suna doonga,” (I have taped your fucking with Raju - all the sounds you made. If you trouble me, I will play it for your husband) he lied easily, terrifying Asha.

“Don’t do that, Mr. Sharma,” said Asha softly, terrified of the consequences.

“Ye OK, then let’s have a scotch. Don’t worry, I am with you,” he said, bringing his glass for her to gulp.

“Please nahin, main nahin peeti,” (Please no, I don’t drink) said Asha softly.

“Arre, nakhre chhod, aur pee, nahin toh…” (Stop acting, drink it, otherwise…) said Mr. Sharma as he once again raised the glass to her mouth. He was satisfied as she took a big gulp and grimaced.

Asha was terrified that this man had a tape of her being fucked by the servant boy Raju, so she drank the scotch he was giving her. This ugly, greasy fellow had now put his hand on her waist, pressing her closer to him as he continued to share the scotch with her.

“Kabhi hamein bhi toh mauka de do, Madam. Hum bhi aapki pyaas bujha sakte hain. Aapka pati toh gaya hua hai, isliye choot mein tadpan aa rahi hai,” (Give us a chance too, Madam. I can also quench your thirst. Your husband is useless, that’s why your pussy is aching) continued Mr. Sharma, bringing his face close to hers and nibbling at her smooth cheeks.

“Ye pakdo aur dekho, mera lund aapki choot mein jaane ke liye kitna tadap raha hai,” (Take this in your hand and see how my cock is throbbing to enter your cunt) said Mr. Sharma, now grabbing her hand and placing it on his bulge. He then ordered another peg of whisky and kept Asha’s hand firmly on his prick, even when giving the order to the waiter.

Asha felt humiliated as the waiter saw her hand placed on his bulge. At that point, before Mr. Sharma could proceed any further, Mr. Ahmed walked in.

Asha quickly rose to greet him and chose a seat next to Mr. Ahmed to sit. Mr. Sharma glared at her but could do little else in the presence of Mr. Ahmed.

However, it was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire for Asha. Mr. Ahmed soon placed his arm around her and firmly gripped her shoulders while talking. He insisted that she call him by his first name, Riaz, just as he called her Asha. He too was intoxicated by her sexiness and lost no time in feeling her body. He massaged her neck and back slowly while continuing the conversation.

He had been thinking about fucking her the whole day after meeting her. Even while fucking the starlet Sharmila, he had been imagining Asha instead. That Sharmila was a whore he could get anytime. Though she was sexy, she was like a bag of bones while fucking - not much flesh to nibble or hold on to. That was the problem with these starlets nowadays: too figure-conscious. They looked good on screen but were not enjoyable in bed.

Across from Asha, Mr. Sharma was ogling at her body while she was being slyly felt up by Mr. Ahmed. The whisky she had been forced to drink was starting to take effect, and she meekly submitted herself to Mr. Ahmed’s fondling.

Mr. Sharma ordered another round for all, and Asha meekly drank more. There was a live band playing, and soon Asha found herself held closely by Mr. Ahmed on the dance floor.

Asha could feel his hard prick pressing against her soft stomach as Mr. Ahmed held her tightly and ground his pelvis against her body. His hands freely roamed over her back and buttocks as he moved her around the dance floor. With so much fondling, Asha too began to feel horny as this Greek-god of a man expertly caressed her. She could feel her cunt juices beginning to drip as he kneaded her buttocks, placing one hand on each and guiding her movements with his firm grip on her ass.

Mr. Ahmed then brought his face down and lightly kissed her lips, drawing a short gasp from Asha. She could feel his masculinity and strength. The light, tender kiss was enough to make her gasp for more. Seeing her reaction and sensing no resistance, Mr. Ahmed now freely started kissing her forcefully - long, wet, tongue-filled kisses - as Asha whimpered in joy.

The band then decided to take a break, and a wet, horny, whimpering Asha was led back to the table by Mr. Ahmed.

Mr. Sharma had observed everything and was desperate for his chance. He ordered another round of drinks and winked openly at Mr. Ahmed, referring to Asha’s aroused state. As the waiter brought their drinks, he saw that this new man was now fondling the sexy babe openly. Seems they are sharing this whore, he thought.

Mr. Ahmed was openly feeling Asha’s braless breasts through her thin blouse, even in the presence of the waiter. Asha herself was too far gone in her desire to be fucked to notice the waiter or anyone else.

When the band started playing again, Mr. Sharma got up and, with a wink to Mr. Ahmed, took Asha to the dance floor. He too had a nice time fondling, feeling, pinching, and kissing her. Asha was so consumed by the desire to get fucked that she welcomed Mr. Sharma’s brazen advances. Her cunt was dripping, and she was breathing in short, hard gasps.

On bringing her back to the table, Mr. Sharma found Mr. Ahmed settling the bill and motioning for them to follow him. Out in the lobby, he took them to the reception desk, quickly booked a room, and took the key. Soon they were in the elevator.

As they were alone in the elevator, Mr. Sharma put his mouth on Asha’s breasts, which were covered only by the thin blouse, and began sucking furiously at them.

Asha moaned, “Uuuffffffff… uummmmmmm… Mr. Shaaaaaarmaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

“Sharmaji, jara thahar jaao. Kya jaldi hai? Koi dekh lega,” (Hurry up? Someone will see) said Mr. Ahmed.

Once inside the room, both men wasted no time in undressing this horny bitch. Soon all three of them were naked. Mr. Ahmed felt Asha’s cunt with his hand and was surprised to find it so wet. Asha’s cunt was puffed, her cunt-lips swollen and open. As Mr. Ahmed’s hand brushed against her erect clit, Asha moaned loudly,

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… PPLLEEAAASSEE… CCHHHOODDOOOO… CCHHOODDOO… MMUUJHHEEE…”

Seeing such a willing and dripping woman, Mr. Ahmed skipped all foreplay. He sat on a comfortable couch and made Asha sit on him. Next, he pulled her legs together and raised them up, holding them by her knees. Her back was towards his chest as he expertly guided his erect, circumcised prick into her gaping cunt while holding her legs together to enjoy the maximum tightness.

Holding her by the knees, he raised her and pushed his prick in.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH… UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH,” wailed Asha as she felt his thick spear stretch and fill her pussy.

The effect of the liquor had removed all inhibitions as she wailed, “Uuff… chhoddooo… jjoorr ssee… cchhooddoo… rriiaazzzzzzzzz…”

She opened her eyes to see Mr. Sharma leering at her and rubbing his own prick as Mr. Ahmed began to fuck her. Asha felt extremely excited at seeing Mr. Sharma masturbate while watching her get fucked. She immediately had a series of shattering orgasms.

Mr. Ahmed slowed for a few minutes as Asha continued to wail loudly in the throes of pleasure. He then began fucking her with hard, rapid strokes, forcing her breasts to flap on her chest as he powerfully rammed her cunt again and again.

Seeing the power of Mr. Ahmed’s magnificent prick and the way this bitch was wailing, Mr. Sharma could wait no longer. He shot his load onto her breasts as Asha continued getting fucked furiously.

“Aah… aaahh… aaaahhh… aaaaahhhh… aaaaaaahhhhhhhh… aaaaaaahhhhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh… aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Asha wailed as another series of orgasms rocked her body.

Hearing her cries, Mr. Ahmed too came with a series of powerful spurts inside her. As he let her legs fall apart on his lap, thick semen oozed out of her cunt and onto her thighs when he withdrew his limp prick.

“Saali ki chhoot bahut tight aur mast hai,” (Sali’s cunt is tight and damn juicy) said Riaz as he carried Asha to the bed and flopped her on it.

“Riaz bhai, jab aap isse chood rahe the, toh yeh mujhe kisi heroine se kam nahin lag rahi thi. Iske saath toh aapko koi blue film bannani chahiye,” (Riaz bhai, while you were fucking her, she looked no less than a heroine. You should make a blue film with this bitch - it will smash the box office) said Mr. Sharma while scooping the oozing semen from her thighs and rubbing it on Asha’s face and breasts. “Dekho, saali kya cheez lagti hai. Agar camera hota toh iska photo leta,” he continued.

“Haan Sharmaji, isse toh zaroor blue film mein laana chahiye, par phir kabhi. Abhi toh iski choot ka saara ras nikalna hai,” (You should definitely put her in a blue film someday, but not now. Right now I want to drain every drop from her cunt) replied Riaz.

He then brought his limp prick near her mouth and said, “Choos isse.”

Asha immediately obliged and took his limp prick into her mouth. She had become such an expert at sucking that in no time Riaz’s prick had hardened under her ministrations. She played with his heavy balls as she continued to suck.

“OHHH… AAHHHHH… SSAALI… KYA CHHOOSSTTII HHAIII,” whimpered Riaz in pleasure.

Hearing this big, burly man whimpering excited Asha, and she now started taking his hairy balls into her mouth and sucking them.

“Kya tere pati ne tujhe aisa mast choosna sikhaya hai?” asked Riaz.

Asha mumbled in reply as she took his stiff prick again into her mouth. Asha loved sucking pricks and getting fucked by big cocks. Riaz had a big tool, and she had thoroughly enjoyed his fucking.

Mr. Sharma too regained his erection on seeing this sexy woman expertly sucking Riaz’s prick and longed for his turn. Riaz, feeling himself on the verge of another orgasm, withdrew his prick because he wanted to fuck her again.

This time he put a pillow under her buttocks, raised her legs apart and above his shoulders. With one hand he guided his prick near her gaping cunt and said, “Chooduun tujhee?”

Asha was wet with anticipation and replied, “Haan Riaz… joor see chhodnaa… bahut maazaa aayeeggaa.” (Fuck me hard, Riaz… I will enjoy it very much.)

Hearing this willing married housewife, Riaz laughed and slapped his prick against her cunt-lips and stiff clit, teasing the bitch. Asha raised her buttocks in anticipation as Riaz continued teasing her.

“Riiaazz… uuunnnhhhh… ttadppaaoo nnaahhii… muujjhheeeeeeeeee… cchhooddooooo… chhooddoo… cchhooddooooooooo… pllleeasseeeee… rriiaaaaazzzzzzzzzz,” Asha wailed in frustration as Riaz continued to rub his prick but refused to penetrate her.

“Dekh Sharma, kaise apni gaand hilaa rahi hai,” (Look Sharma, how she is shaking her ass) said Riaz.

Sharma too moved near Asha, brandishing his stiff prick and bringing it close to her mouth. Asha saw him and, randy as she was, immediately opened her mouth to swallow this fat man’s small but thick prick.

“Uummgh… gghhoouupp… ghhuupp… ssllppuu… sslluupp,” she went, eagerly sucking the greasy old man’s prick while jerking her buttocks in a desperate effort to snare Riaz’s prick with her cunt muscles.

Sharma was loving the sight of this sexy woman so willingly sucking his prick. She had proved difficult to seduce earlier, but now she was accepting and enjoying it. He felt victorious. He caressed her face and hair as she continued sucking and deep-throating him.

Riaz now pushed his prick into her cunt with one hard, deep thrust.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… UUMMMMMM… OOUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” wailed Asha as her body was rocked by his penetration and Sharma’s small prick slipped out of her mouth.

“Haaiinn… rriiaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… ooouuiiiiiiiiii… mmmaaaaaaaa… cchhooddooooooooooooooooooo… ccchhhooddooooooooo… muujjhheeeeeeeeeeeee… aaauuuuuu… hhhaaiiiiii… hhhhhhhhhhhhhiuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhh,” she wailed as he began stroking her pussy powerfully.

Sharma tried to insert his prick back into her mouth, but as Asha was being fucked so forcefully, her whole body was shaking and his prick kept slipping out. He decided to wait his turn and watch the awesome performance of this stud Riaz.

“Yee lei, saali… ye le… aur le,” Riaz moaned as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, enjoying the way her big breasts flapped about on her chest with each powerful stroke.

“Ouuiiiiiiiiiii… mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… rriiaazzzzzzzzzzzzzz… bbaahhiiuuttttttttttttttttt… mmaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaaa… aahhh raahhaaaaaaaaaaaa… hhaaaiiiiiiiiiiii… cchhooddooo… auurr… ccchhooddoo… jjoor sseeiii… oouuuiiiiiiiii… mmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” wailed Asha as she had orgasm after orgasm, thoroughly enjoying the screwing she was receiving.

Sharma was watching, rubbing his stiff prick, seeing his boss having her brains fucked out as she shook and wailed, totally consumed with passion. It was difficult for him to imagine her being so fully willing and enjoying being screwed. He stopped rubbing his prick, lest he cum again and miss out on fucking her.

Riaz had by now lifted Asha’s legs, with her jerking buttocks in the air as he held her up with his strong hands and kept fucking her at a furious pace. Only her head and a small portion of her back were touching the bed now as Riaz pumped her relentlessly.

Riaz was now sweating with exertion. This woman was heavy, and he was finding it difficult to continue fucking her while holding her up for so long. He let go of her, and his prick withdrew with a loud popping noise. Exhausted but still erect, he collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily.

Sharma saw his window of opportunity and immediately dragged the whimpering woman to the edge of the bed. Lifting her legs, he guided his small but thick erect prick near her puffed and open cunt-lips and began fucking her. Asha watched him with glazed eyes as he pumped his prick in and out in slow, long strokes.

She was thoroughly exhausted by the fucking she had received from Riaz and could hardly feel this greasy man’s small prick. Sharma quickly came to an orgasm and exploded inside her, then collapsed with all his weight and fat belly on her, crushing her in the process. Asha struggled to push his bulk away from her as he grunted and groaned in satisfaction.

Riaz was watching all this in amusement while slowly stroking his prick. Seeing Riaz coming to her again, Asha wailed,

“Buussssssssss… aauurrrrr… nnaahhiiinnnnnnnnnn… mmainn… phhaatt jjaaoonnggoiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” (Stop… no more… I will tear apart!)

Riaz ignored her pleadings. He sat on the bed and roughly dragged Asha onto his lap, with her stomach down and buttocks facing him. Asha was perplexed, feeling his thick prick against her thighs and stomach.

Riaz then started spanking her buttocks with a flat hand, spanking each cheek alternately, hard, and pausing in between to watch it quiver.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII,” Asha began wailing loudly as Riaz continued to spank her hard.

“Muujjhhee… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… kkyoonn… mmarr… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii… rrahhee hhooooooooooooooo,” wailed Asha as tears started rolling down her face from the pain.

Riaz noticed that her buttocks had become nice and pink as he continued spanking her.

“Ashaji, aapko isliye maar raha hoon ke agar aapne mera interest late diya ya loan time pe nahin wapas kiya, toh main tumhe tumhare pati ke saamne aise hi maarunga. Samjhe, Ashaji?” (Asha, I am spanking you so that you understand - if you delay my interest or fail to repay the loan on time, I will spank you like this in front of your husband. Understood, Ashaji?) he said while continuing to spank her and occasionally brushing her open, erect clit with his fingers.

Asha reached home that evening to find her father-in-law back from Bombay. Both he and Rajesh were in a deep discussion. Seeing Asha come home in her badminton gear - short skirt and t-shirt - the father-in-law felt an ache in his loins. He desperately wanted to fuck her and had been denied the opportunity time and again. Not that it was entirely correct - once he had her at his mercy, but he himself had decided to fuck her the next day in the secrecy and comfort of his friend’s hotel room. How he regretted wasting that opportunity.

Seeing her sitting in front of them with her legs slightly parted, giving glimpses of her white panties, his desire grew stronger. However, there were more serious matters at hand. His Bombay trip had been unsuccessful. The two brothers Yatin and Kalpesh were still not brought to book by the court. They had managed to frustrate all attempts at a hearing by getting date after date and finally a long adjournment of two more months. It was futile for the father-in-law to stay in Bombay waiting, so he had returned crestfallen.

Asha heard them talking about the precarious monetary situation they faced. They had taken as much money as they could from the bank and now needed funds to pay the interest and instalments of the loan to keep their account running. Rajesh asked Asha to approach her father for a loan of Rs. 25 lakhs to tide things over for a while.

Understanding their situation, Asha phoned her parents to come over so they could discuss and help out monetarily. Asha’s parents came over and, on hearing the situation, immediately agreed to help. However, Rs. 25 lakhs was a large sum for a retired couple. They needed at least two months to sell some property and could come up with Rs. 15–18 lakhs at the most.

Meanwhile, both Rajesh and his father were to go on tours to their other distributors, trying to garner payments and advances to meet the shortfall. Asha was to help out by attending the factory in the morning till lunchtime. Since Rajesh’s mother was still ill, it was decided that she would be dropped at her brother’s house for two weeks, where she would be looked after. Asha would stay at her parents’ house for those two weeks until Rajesh and his father returned from their tour.

That very evening, Asha packed her bag and returned with her parents to their house. On reaching home, she was met by a broadly smiling Raju. He had longed to fuck her again, and here was his perfect opportunity. Asha too felt a shiver of desire rush through her body on seeing Raju, remembering the lovely but hurried fuck they had shared earlier.

The first night, her parents fussed over her, worried about the financial predicament of their daughter’s family. They talked and talked well into the night before finally retiring to bed. The next morning too, it was Asha’s mother who accompanied Raju with her bed-tea, depriving Asha of any physical contact with the young servant.

Asha hurriedly got dressed and went for the first time to attend to work at the factory. She drove herself. On reaching there, she found the staff and workers with anxious looks on their faces. She called everyone for a meeting on the factory floor and explained that there was no fear of losing jobs and that things would soon sort out.

She then asked the manager, Mr. Sharma, to come to her cabin with the account statements and the latest bank position. Mr. Sharma was a middle-aged man of around forty-eight. He was short, fat, with a big belly. He found Asha damn sexy and had great difficulty keeping his eyes off her exposed cleavage.

He also discovered that Asha understood figures and accounts quickly. She was a commerce graduate with a first-class degree and had always been good at maths. It was very hot in the cabin as the air conditioner was not working. Mr. Sharma could smell Asha’s body odour as he bent down behind her, explaining the accounts position to date. Asha was perspiring, and the area near her armpits on her blouse was wet.

Mr. Sharma was getting aroused. Bending behind her, he got a good look at the sweat trickling down into her ample cleavage. He could feel his prick hardening and straining inside his pants. He loved the musky smell of Asha’s body odour and deliberately bent further down to inhale it more deeply.

It took her a couple of hours to fully understand the precarious financial mess they were in. By this time, Mr. Sharma had become bolder. He freely brushed his hands against Asha’s shoulders and arms and once even brushed against her breast. As Asha felt his hand touch her breast, she looked up at him. The meek Mr. Sharma immediately apologized, saying it was by mistake, Madam. However, seeing no resistance, he continued to brush against her arms and shoulders freely.

Asha too felt the sexual tension in the air but controlled her feelings and continued to concentrate on the accounts, allowing this fat fellow to brush against her bare arms.

Finally, having finished checking the accounts, she asked Mr. Sharma to sit down and prepare the cheques to be withdrawn from the bank for salaries and wages that day. She noticed the bulge in his pants as he moved across the table and sat down. Mr. Sharma caught Asha looking at his bulge and smiled at her as she quickly lowered her eyes in embarrassment.

“So, she is a horny woman. My feeling her has had an effect on her too,” thought Mr. Sharma as he continued to smile at her.

Asha felt embarrassed at being caught staring at this fat man’s straining prick. To change the atmosphere, she inquired whether the bank balance was enough to cover the withdrawals for today. Luckily, there was enough balance to cover the salary payments. Asha signed all the cheques.

It was almost 1 pm by the time she finished. She told Mr. Sharma to go to the bank, withdraw the funds, and pay the staff and workers. She was going home and would meet some of the pressing creditors the next morning.

Mr. Sharma watched her body as she got up. He admired the firmness and heaviness of her breasts as well as the swaying of her prominent buttocks. “Lucky Rajesh Sinha,” he thought as Asha left the office.

Arriving home, she ate lunch with her parents and then retired to her room. Her parents were off to the club for their regular card session and would be back only late in the evening.

Asha was feeling very horny. It had been a long time since she had been properly fucked. She called out to Raju, asking him to get her coffee. She had resolved to have a nice, long fucking session with him that afternoon.

As she was lying down, Raju walked in with a leer and an impressive bulge in his shorts. Before Asha could get up, he flung himself on her and rubbed his body against hers. He kissed her face, cheeks, and lips while grinding his hard-on against her body.

Seeing no resistance, he got up, freed his big cock, and proudly waved it in front of Asha’s pretty face. Asha felt excited at the sight of his huge prick and immediately brought her mouth to it. She licked the underside of his prick-head, making Raju moan with pleasure. She also felt his heavy, hairy balls with her tender hands as she began deep-throating him.

Asha loved big pricks and was busy sucking away. She then removed her mouth from his prick and started sucking and nibbling Raju’s balls. This was too much for the young servant lad, and he shot his load all over her face and hair.

Just then the phone rang. While still shooting his cum on her, he picked up the phone. It was for Asha memsaab, and he handed the receiver to her. Asha spoke on the phone with her face smeared with Raju’s cum. She was sexually charged up and had difficulty talking, especially as Raju was now freeing her breasts, mauling and sucking them.

“Unnhh… booloo… WHO IS THIS?” she asked.

“Madam, I am Mr. Sharma.”

“Unnh… aangh… bolooo… OK TELL ME WHAT’S NEWS… uunnnnnngghh,” Asha replied, moaning softly into the phone as Raju busily sucked her nipples.

“Madam! Madam! Aap theek toh hain na?” (Madam, are you all right?)

“Unngghh… uunngghh,” Asha moaned as Raju gave her pleasure. He was expertly rubbing her clit with his thumb while finger-fucking her.

“Madam, boliye main kya karoon?” (Madam, please tell me what to do) replied the exasperated Mr. Sharma.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… OOOUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIII… MMMMAAAAAAAAAA,” wailed Asha loudly, dropping the cordless phone on the bed, unaware that Mr. Sharma was still on the line, as she was consumed by her own powerful orgasm.

As she was having her orgasm, Raju withdrew his dripping fingers and put them into Asha’s wailing mouth, making her taste her own cunt juices.

“Ye kya kar rahe ho tum, Rajuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?” (What are you doing to me, Raju?) wailed Asha as Raju made her suck her own juices.

Raju now proceeded to remove all her clothes. He was excited at seeing such fair, voluptuous flesh. He was mainly used to fucking housemaids and prostitutes. Seeing this fair, sexy beauty had got him erect again.

Raju was an experienced fucker, having been initiated early in life by a housemaid because of the impressive size of his cock. He had secretly watched many XXX movies, and now his fantasy of trying different positions with this fair, sexy memsaab was going to be fulfilled. The first time he had fucked her was hurried and tension-filled, but today he would have her body for the whole afternoon and early evening too.

All these thoughts made his dick throb with desire. Seeing the thick prick stiffening again, Asha let out a small gasp of pleasure. She loved big pricks and longed to be fucked silly that afternoon.

Both were unaware that the phone was still lying on the bed, connected. Mr. Sharma was having a hard time controlling his own bulge as he correctly surmised that his madam was being fucked.

“By whom?” he thought. Who is Raju? Her husband is away. I’ll get my chance too. All these thoughts raced through his horny brain as he did not disconnect the phone.

“Mazaa aaya, memsaab?” (Enjoyed it, memsaab?)

“Ohh Rajju… tum itne chhote dikhte ho, par tumhara lund bahut bada hai… ye sab karna tumne kaise seekha?” (Raju, you look so small, but your prick is so big… how did you learn all this?)

Smiling, Raju replied,
“Arre meri memsaab, abhi toh maine kuch nahi kiya. Abhi dekhte jao main tumhe kaise-kaise choodta hoon, tumhari tarsi hui choot ko kaise-kaise mazaa deta hoon.” (Memsaab, this is only the trailer. Let’s see the full movie. I have just started.)

“Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh… RRaaajjjjjjuuuuuu…”

“Jaise mera lund bada aur main chhota, waise hi teri choot chhoti aur tu memsaab itni badi chikni hai,” (Just like I am small but my prick is big, your pussy is small and tight even though you are so big and fair) he said, now lifting her legs over his shoulders and positioning his cock over her puffed and gaping cunt-lips.

“OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH… RRAAAJJJJJJJJJUUUUUU… RRRAJJAAAAAAAA,” moaned Asha, warily looking at him and anticipating his prick entering and stretching her wet cunt.

“Arre dekhti kya hai memsaab? Lund pakad aur daal andar. Main tumhari mamme ki malish karta hoon.” (Memsaab, what are you looking at? Take my prick and insert it into your pussy. I am going to massage your lovely breasts.)

Asha obediently took his prick in her hand and guided it to her welcoming cunt as Raju started playing with her breasts. With one shove he pushed his prick-head in.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII… uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhh,” moaned Asha, feeling the pleasure of her cunt being stretched by his thick cock.

“Bahut tight hai teri chhoot. Ghabra mat, main dheere se hi ghusaata hoon,” (Your pussy is very tight. Don’t worry, I will enter slowly) Raju said as he began pushing more and more of his cock into Asha’s willing and tight cunt.

Raju then started nibbling at her thick, stubby nipples while stroking her slowly with his prick.

“Oohhhh… Raajjuuuuuuuuuuuu… joorrrr ssssee… joorr ssseee… bahut uunnngghhh… maazzaa aaaaa rraahhaaa hhaa… oouuuuuuuuuuuiiiiii… mmaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” said Asha, lifting her buttocks to meet his powerful thrusts. She loved being fucked and was getting delirious with pleasure.

“Memmsaaabbb… teri chhoott to bahut taras rahi hai. Yeh ley… jjor sse… yyee… auur joorr seeaa,” (Memsaab, your pussy is pulsating with hunger. Take this… harder… and even harder) said Raju, now fucking her furiously, his balls slapping against her buttocks.

“Hhaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… uuuuunnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh… mmaaii… mmatrr jaaoonnnnnnn,” wailed Asha in pleasure as this chokra boy rammed her powerfully.

Asha started biting his face, cheeks, hair - anything she could reach with her mouth - as she wailed pleasurably to a shattering orgasm. Seeing her in the throes of passion, Raju withdrew his glistening prick and started playfully slapping her face with it.

“Mazaa aayaa, memsaab?” (Enjoyed it?)

“Uunngghhhh… hhhaaiinn… mmeerree… RRAAJJAAAAA,” moaned Asha softly.

“Uth jaa. Ab main tujhe khade-khade choodunga,” (Get up. Now I will fuck you standing) said Raju, pulling the naked woman off the bed and making her stand against the bedroom wall. He lifted one of her legs while grabbing tightly at the loose flesh around her waist. He then took his still-erect and throbbing prick and, with a well-directed shove, inserted it into her gaping cunt.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHH… UUNNGHHHHHHHH… RRAJJUUUUUUUUUU,” wailed Asha as she felt her cunt deliciously stretched again.

Slowly but surely, Raju shoved his full prick inside her cunt, stretching and filling her up.

“Uunng… uunngh… uunngghh… uunngghh… oouuiiii… mmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,” Asha wailed as Raju began giving her long, hard strokes. Raju was shorter and lighter than her but stronger, and he was fucking her powerfully. Asha’s breasts were flip-flopping on her chest with each powerful stroke of this short chokra boy.

Asha kept wailing constantly as she felt the delightful strength and fullness of this boy’s ceaseless ramming.

“AAAAHHHHHHHH… MMEERREE… RRAAJJAAAAAAAA… AAHHHHHH… AAHHH,” she kept repeating as Raju now began increasing the pace of his fucking. Her back and buttocks were hitting the wall behind as she fully gave in to the pleasure of this fucking and came and came.

Raju’s mouth was within nibbling distance of her swaying breasts. Her breasts were covered with a sheen of sweat as Raju gobbled at them time and again while continuing his pleasurable assault on her cunt.

Raju too felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Mmeeeeeeeemmssssssabbbbbbbb… mmainn teri chhoot kkoo bbhhaarrnnee wwaalaa hhoonn… kya mast hai teri choot… mmeemmssaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbb,” (Memsaab, I am going to fill your cunt… what a pussy… what a cunt… I really enjoyed fucking it) Raju cried as he exploded his cum deep inside her.

When he had finished cumming, his limp prick slipped out and he let go of the tight grip on her waist and leg. Asha did not have the strength to support her own weight after being fucked in such a position and thus slumped to the floor, sliding against the wall.

Raju too dropped to the floor beside her, and the two rolled together, feeling the coolness of the marble floor against their hot, sweaty bodies.

After a while, Asha got up unsteadily and reached the bed. She noticed the light on the cordless phone was still on and picked it up.

“Hello… uungh… hello,” she said.

“Madam, madam, hello… main Mr. Sharma bol raha hoon.”

“Haan Mr. Sharma, bolo kya baat hai?”

Knowing that his madam had just been thoroughly fucked - and that too by a man named Raju who called her “memsaab” - Mr. Sharma said with barely concealed glee,

“Madam, aap theek toh hain na? Mujhe aapki cheekhne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.” (Are you well, Madam? I was hearing some strange sounds. Are you ill?)

Asha realised that this bastard had heard all their moaning, wailing, talk, and fucking sounds. Feeling very embarrassed, she replied hesitatingly,

“Main… uuh… TV dekh rahi thi. Bolo, kya baat hai?” (I was only watching TV. What’s the matter?)

Knowing she was lying, Mr. Sharma continued,

“Main ghabra gaya tha, Madam. Main samjha ki koi aapka rape kar raha hai.” (I got scared, Madam. I thought someone was raping you.)

Now speaking roughly, Asha snapped,

“Yeh kya bakwas kar rahe hain aap? Kaam ki baat bolo.” (Stop this nonsense. Tell me what the problem is.)

Persisting, Mr. Sharma said,

“Sorry Madam, par mujhe laga ki aapko koi rape kar raha hai. Maine phone kiya tha ki jo cheque hamne daala tha, woh abhi tak clear nahin hua hai.” (Sorry Madam, but I thought someone was raping you. The cheque we deposited has still not cleared.)

“Another problem, Madam?” he added.

“Madam, maine bank walon ko mana kar ke paise nikaal liye hain aaj ke liye, par kal tak cheque agar clear nahin hua toh humein paise bharne honge.” (I managed to withdraw the money for salaries today, but if the cheque is not cleared by tomorrow, we will have to deposit funds.)

“Theek hai, kal baat karenge. Bye,” said Asha, and quickly disconnected the phone.

All her desires for fucking had suddenly waned after this phone conversation. She felt bad that Mr. Sharma had heard everything and was now in a position to trouble her.

Raju got up on the bed and started caressing her breasts again. Asha tried to shrug him off, saying,

“Abhi nahin, satao mat mujhe, Raju.” (Not now, Raju. Don’t trouble me.)

However, this young fellow was persistent. Soon he had pulled her hand onto his amazingly erect penis again.

“Ab toh mera lund phir se khada hai. Ab toh main teri gaand choodunga, memsaab.” (My prick is hard again. Now I will fuck your ass, memsaab.)

“Nnnahhiinnnnnnn… Rajjuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,” Asha said in fear, remembering the pain that her servant Salim had caused her earlier. “Please Raju, meri gaand mein nahin.” (No… please spare my ass, Raju.)

Raju roughly flipped her onto her stomach, saying,

“Daarro mat, memsaab. Mazzaa aayega.” (Don’t be scared, memsaab. You will enjoy it.)

He spat on his fingers and roughly shoved them into her arsehole. Feeling the tightness and hearing her wail, he said,

“Kya memsaab, kya Rajesh saab ne kabhi aapki gaand nahin maari?” (Madam, has your husband never fucked your ass? Such a fine ass!)

“Nahhhhhinnnnnnnnnnnnnn… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii… Rajjjjjjjjuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!” Asha cried in anticipation of the pain that was to come.

Raju, realising that his memsaab was really scared and not wanting to hurt her badly, stopped.

“Achha theek hai, par is lund ka toh kuch socho, memsaab.” (Alright, if you are scared, but think about this cock, memsaab.)

Instead of piercing her arsehole, Raju held her by her buttocks and waist while plunging his erect dick into her cunt from behind.

“UUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF,” cried Asha as he entered her and started fucking her furiously.

In… out… in… out… in… out… he went, shaking her whole body with his powerful thrusts.

“Unh… unh… unh… argh… unh… Rajjuu… unh… uunnnh… uunnhhh… uunnhhhh,” wailed Asha as he went on and on fucking her.

Asha began to feel pain as Raju kept pounding without pause.

“Bas karo Raju, mujhe dukh raha hai… bas Raju… bas,” (Stop Raju, it’s hurting… stop) she said, but Raju ignored her pleas and continued banging her from behind, solely intent on his own orgasm.

Finally, he felt his orgasm approaching. Raju started spanking her big buttocks as he came deep inside her. Having cum, he withdrew and walked out of the room, feeling satiated, leaving behind a whimpering Asha.

Asha was in pain. The merciless assault had left her cunt aching badly as she softly cried on the bed.

Asha wailed in pain and saw Mr. Sharma looking at her. She suddenly felt her cunt juices begin to drip again, and soon her wailing had turned into passionate moans. She felt deliciously wicked and humiliated as she saw Mr. Sharma staring at her while she began squirming and wriggling in pleasure.

“Saali ko isme bhi mazzaa aa raha hai,” said Riaz, looking at Mr. Sharma. (Sali is enjoying even this.)

“Lagta hai ke isse iske pati ne bahut tadpaya hai,” continued Riaz. (Her husband must have left her very thirsty.)

“Aahh… aahhh… aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhoodoo… mmujhheeeeeeeeeeeeee… rriiaaaaaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… plleeasaseee… cchhooddooooooooooooo,” wailed Asha, itching for a strong, powerful cock inside her.

Riaz now stopped spanking her and lifted her onto his lap. Holding her painfully by her breasts, he guided his prick in as she collapsed against him.

“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she gurgled at the familiar sensation of her cunt being stretched by Riaz’s thick cock.

Riaz now clasped her buttocks, clenching them tightly as he began to bounce her on his prick.

“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiii… uuunnnnnnnnnnnnngghhhhhhhhhhh… hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” Asha wailed as she felt pain from his grabbing her spanked buttocks and felt his prick almost tear at her cunt walls.

In this position, his prick had penetrated her to the maximum, and she felt intense pleasure at being fucked so deeply. Riaz kept biting at her swollen nipples and any part his mouth could reach as he bounced her up and down on his ramrod.

“Oohh… aaaaiiiii… ssaallllllll… sssssssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallaaaaaaaaaaaa… oohhhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhooddooooooooooooo… aahhhhhhhhhhhhh… cchhooddooooooooo,” Asha was by now slobbering incoherently as she felt another series of orgasms wreck her body.

She had no strength left and was leaning heavily against Riaz’s chest as he continued to bounce her hard and fast. Asha was thoroughly spent and was longing for Riaz to cum so that this battering of her cunt would stop. Considering that he had already had a fucking session with that starlet S**** earlier that afternoon, she was amazed at his staying power.

Seeing that he was still not cumming, Asha began to wail loudly for him to stop.

“Aahh… bbbbbbbbbbbbbbaaassssssssssssssss… bbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaassssss… rriiaazzzzzzzzzzzz… aaaaaaaaaurrr… nnaahhhhhhiinnn… plleeasaseeeeeeeee,” she said as she slumped like a dead weight on him, begging him to stop. “Maaiinn… chhoossuunggiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” she wailed.

Riaz now pushed her down and straddled her heaving and sweaty chest, guiding his glistening prick into her mouth. Though Asha had no strength left in her, she furiously began sucking him, wanting him to cum in her mouth lest he attack her aching cunt again.

Due to her expert ministrations, Riaz soon came in her mouth. Asha was surprised at the quantity of semen this man spurted as she was nearly choking. Riaz held her head tightly as he made her swallow all his cum.

When finally he withdrew his limp prick, Asha was gasping for breath as semen oozed down her lips. Riaz then proceeded to wipe himself with Asha’s fallen saree and quickly dressed himself up, telling Sharma to drop this hot bitch home.

Asha was too weak to move and protested as Sharma tried to pull her up.

“Nnahhinn… mmaai… iiss hhalat mmain… ghaar nahin ja sakti… thhooddii ddeer tthhar jjaaoo… sharmaji,” (No… I cannot go home in this condition… let me rest for a while, Sharmaji) she said, collapsing on the bed.

Asha looked like a sexy sight - all naked and sweaty, sprawled on the bed with cum stains on her thighs, face, and hair. Sharma would have loved to have another go at her, but alas, his body was too old to respond quickly again. He let her sleep for some time while he tidied himself, then woke her up to get dressed and go home.

With great effort that left him gasping for breath, he helped her dress up in her crushed saree and then drove her home.