In the previous chapter, Rohit's marriage had fallen apart and he was losing control of his life. He finally decided to surrender himself completely to Nora, his ex and dominatrix. In this chapter, we see a new Rohit obeying Nora's every command as she ties his life back together in the most twisted way possible.
EIGHT
“And who is this counsellor, again?”, Disha asked Rohit. She was a bit confused and irritated. Although it was a good sign that Rohit wanted them to do couples’ counselling, he had been really sketchy about the details.
“Oh, just this woman my colleague recommended at work. We’ve almost reached, though, you’ll find out soon.”
After a few more minutes of silent driving, Rohit pulled up outside a bungalow in the middle of nowhere.
“Where is this place?”, Disha asked, confused. Rohit told her how the counsellor believed that it was important to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city to really solve their problems. She didn’t buy it, of course. He led her into the building and into one of the rooms on the right. They both sat on the couch opposite the counsellor’s chair, waiting for her to come. Rohit wasn’t sure about this. It was a risky plan. But he didn’t hesitate. He had to take risks to get what he wanted, as he had recently learned. Disha looked at Rohit and felt a little sorry for him. He had been trying hard to make things right. And she hadn’t suspected him of cheating since that day during their honeymoon. Maybe he was truly sorry and did love her. She held his hand. Just then the door swung open and in walked a rather familiar figure. A curvy but fit brunette wearing a flimsy black top which exposed her cleavage, shoulders, and midriff. Down below, she was wearing black, tight-fitting yoga pants and black heels. Her dark hair was wavy and loose. Her lips blood red. She walked to the chair and sat down, crossing her legs and smiling at Disha knowingly.
“You bastard”, Disha whispered, “this is the whore you were cheating on me with. Why the fuck is she here? What kind of twisted game is this?”
She looked at Rohit but he was mum. She turned to the woman in front of her for answers.
“Breathe”, Nora said calmly, “My name is Nora and I am here to help you two.”
“Help!”, Disha screamed, standing up, “how the fuck are you going to help us? You slut! Come on Rohit, we’re leaving!”
Nora stood up, rapidly marched over to Disha and pushed her down on the couch. She straddled Rohit’s wife and clasped her hands around her slender neck, looking deep into her eyes as she spoke, “Look. We can either do this peacefully, or we can do this forcefully. Either way, you’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you two. Understood?”
Disha nodded almost reflexively. She was completely blown away.
“Good girl”, said Nora, letting go of Disha’s neck but not getting off her lap, “now, as I said, my name is Nora. I am your husband’s Goddess. The look of confusion on your pretty face tells me that you don’t know what that means. It means that your husband is my slave. I control everything about him. He is my pet, my bitch, my toy. That day you caught us having sex – I had commanded him to fuck me. He had no choice but to obey. Today also I commanded him to bring you here. He had no choice but to obey. Do you understand?”
Disha shook her head.
“Rohit, stand up and get naked for me”, Nora said. Disha was amazed at Rohit’s response: he instantly stood up and took off all his clothes.
“So”, Disha asked, “how do we change this? How do we stop him from being like this?”
Nora smiled at her.
“Oh, we’re not going to be the ones who change anything. Rohit will always be my slave. You are the one who’s going to change. You’re going to accept him for who he is, and love him for who he is. He does love you, Disha. And I can’t say I blame him”, she said as she stroked Disha’s hair and shoulders.
“I’m not sure I can...”, replied Disha weakly. Nora’s hands on her shoulders and ass in her lap were making her uncomfortably aroused.
“Oh it’s not a choice”, Nora said, getting off her lap and reaching around to unzip her top, “like I said, either you do this the peaceful way or the forceful way. You can either accept Rohit’s truth willingly. Or I will make you accept it, through any means necessary. And if you’re still not sure, just look at Rohit. You never thought he’d be somebody’s slave, did you? Well, neither did he. And yet here he is. Because of what I did to him. And I know this is your first time being dominated, but I’m sure you’re smart enough to understand that if I can break Rohit then I can very easily break you too.”
Nora took off her top, letting her big, perky breasts out in the open. Then she pulled her yoga pants down and stepped out of them. She left her nine-inch heels on. She sat back down on Disha’s lap again, rubbing her bare pussy against Disha’s crotch. She hooked her thumbs in the straps on Disha’s sundress and pulled them off her smooth, bare shoulders. She pulled down Disha’s boring white bra, too – exposing a pair of magnificent tits. She held each breast in her hand and squeezed them, massaged them, and pinching Disha’s nipples, eliciting a moan.
“Come here”, Nora whispered and she leaned in and kissed Disha’s open lips. She held Disha’s head in her hands and made out with her hungrily. It was one of the sloppiest, noisiest kisses Rohit had ever seen. Slowly, Disha was also melting in Nora’s aura and kissing her back. Nora noticed this and then broke the kiss. She pulled Disha’s face to her breasts and felt the wife’s lips lick around her erect nipple. As Disha started sucking on Nora’s nipple, Nora smiled.
“That’s it, baby... suck my breast. I will protect you as a mother, fuck you like a lover, and rule you like a Goddess.”
Disha sucked on Nora’s nipple hungrily now, biting and sucking, almost hoping that some milk would spurt out. Nora grabbed Disha’s hair and pulled her face off her tit.
“Are you ready to be my slave?”, Nora asked. Disha continued panting but didn’t reply. Nora slapped her across her face and repeated the question.
“Yes, My Goddess”, Disha replied quickly, “I will be your slave.”
Nora got off Disha’s lap and sat on the couch beside her. Rohit walked up to Disha, took her hand and stood her up. As he proceeded to kiss her neck and grope her ass, Disha heard Nora saying, “Good girl, Disha. Now, as I said, I am here to help you. And you two are going to fuck right now, right here. Enough fighting and coldness. Just give in to your sexual urges. That’s an order.”
Disha automatically started jerking Rohit off while he kissed her neck and groped her ass. She was getting more aroused than she ever had been in her life. She got on her knees in front of Rohit and began stroking him off with both her hands while looking up at him.
“I love you, baby”, Rohit said.
“I love you too.”
“And I’m sorry about cheating on you.”
“It’s okay”, Disha replied, jerking him off enthusiastically, “it was your command. I don’t blame you.”
Rohit marvelled at how Disha had been transformed. He looked thankfully towards Nora and she smiled back at him, rubbing her clit and caressing her nipple. Disha then grabbed his attention by popping his cock in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it while fondling his balls. He rested his hands on her head and thrust in and out of her warm, wet, subservient mouth. Nora walked up to them and pulled Disha’s mouth off his cock.
“Enough sucking. I need you guys to fuck. Rohit, lie down on the floor.”
Rohit did as he was told. Nora gestured to Disha to sit on his cock, which she did after taking off her remaining clothes. Nora herself sat her naked ass down on Rohit’s hungry face. Both the women started riding Rohit hard. Disha moaned loudly as she was getting fucked by a real cock after months. She squeezed her own tits and rode him hard and fast. Nora looked at her and rubbed her clit while Rohit ate her ass out hungrily. When Disha saw Nora looking at her, she leaned forward and the two women kissed. Nora broke the kiss after a couple of minutes and choked Disha lightly with one hand, slapping her face with the other. After every slap, Disha was smiling.
“You like this, don’t you?”, Nora asked her slave.
“Yes, My Goddess”, Disha replied while riding her husband.
After a few more minutes of riding Rohit’s face, Nora was ready to cum. She stood up, towering over both her slaves and furiously rubbed her clit till she squirted forth a shower of cum on both Rohit and Disha. They were drenched in her juices by the time she was done. Nora sat down on the couch again and spread her legs.
“Now”, said Nora, “get off your husband’s dick. He’s going to fuck me on the couch and you’re going to watch.”
This was the final test for Disha. She had to actively help and watch and enjoy her husband desecrating their marriage in front of her. And she did not disappoint. Although her smile faded when she heard the command, she got off Rohit’s cock all the same and went and sat beside Nora. Rohit stood up and walked up to Nora, kneeling between her legs, grabbing her hips, and penetrating her pussy. Nora grabbed Disha’s head and placed it on her stomach, forcing her to watch a close-up of her husband’s cock fucking another woman’s pussy. She reached over and started playing with Disha’s tits while Rohit fucked her harder and harder.
“Where should I cum, Mistress?”, Rohit asked between his grunts.
“Cum deep inside me. Not a drop should fall out. I want Disha to see it. I want her to see you plant your seed in my womb. Then she will know that she doesn’t claim you at all. I own everything.”
Rohit nodded and thrust deep inside Nora, shooting stream and stream of cum into her womb. Disha looked at the spectacle, open-jawed and horny. When Rohit was done, he pulled his soft cock out of Nora’s pussy. He sat down beside her on the couch and began sucking her breast.
“Yes, come here, my slaves...”
Disha too turned her face and started sucking on Nora’s other nipple. Nora stroked both their heads as she suckled them. She let them go on with this until she had rubbed herself to another climax, squirting out her juices mixed with Rohit’s cum. Then she pulled her slaves’ heads off her breasts and stood up.
“I am so proud of both of you today. Rohit, for bringing Disha to me. And Disha, for accepting me as her Goddess. Now clean up and get the fuck out of here. And wait for my next command.”
With that, Nora walked out of the room, leaving Disha and Rohit to make out, cuddle, and eventually put their clothes back on for the ride home. Although neither said a word the whole time, that night, after a long time, Rohit and Disha made love before going to bed. As he was drifting off with Disha in his arms, Rohit couldn’t help but be thankful to Nora.
NINE
“Couples’ counselling? Seriously?”, Mandira asked her son quizzically.
“Yes, seriously. And it actually helped. When Disha had caught me cheating on her, she was super cold to me, obviously. But then after just a few sessions with our counsellor, we’re in love. It’s amazing. Now can you go back to sucking my dick before someone finds us?”
Mandira grinned from between Rohit’s legs and pushed his cock back into her mouth. She stuck a finger into his bum without warning and started bobbing up and down on his cock while fingering his anus. To Rohit, the sight of his mother’s perky breasts bouncing as her head went up and down his cock, combined with the sensation of her warm wet mouth wrapped around his dick and her finger in his ass was heaven. He had never been happier. He grabbed her head and started thrusting in and out of her face rapidly. She was a champ, too – she took it all in without gagging or pushing him away. Finally, he shoved his cock all the way down her throat and copiously shot his load inside her. When he was done, she pulled the dick out of her mouth with a pop and slid her finger out of his ass too.
“Delicious”, she said before getting off the bathroom floor and leaving. Rohit waited for give more minutes before putting his pants back on and going out to join his family at the breakfast table.
His father was sitting at the head of the table, Mandira at his side. At his other side sat Shraddha, Rohit’s sister. Disha and Rohit sat opposite each other, with Rohit sitting beside Mandira and Disha beside Shraddha.
“Tell me again, why do you need to go for this trip, again?”, Mr Sharma asked Shraddha, who looked a little annoyed.
“Why do you think I need to go for it? It’s a great opportunity for students and teachers to get to know each other. Everyone goes for it! You meet your professors, get to know them better, and make connections. And it doesn’t kill to have a bit of fun either. So it’s well worth the money.”
While Shraddha and her dad argued about her college trip, Rohit felt a foot between his legs. He looked across the table and saw Disha smirking at him. She looked so adorable. She was wearing a pink noodle strap top and blue hot pants. Her lips were also a hot pink and her luxurious brown hair was left open down her back. Rohit inched closer to the table to hide his rising boner and his wife’s foot. Mandira still noticed, though, and decided she would start doing the dishes in the kitchen. She just wanted to let Rohit and Disha have some fun. Disha started getting more and more risky with her foot – she grabbed his erection through his pants with her toes and started stroking him off. Rohit was finding it incredibly hard to not react. Sitting opposite him, Disha was seductively peeling a banana off. She put it between her pink lips and pushed it inside, winking at him. Even though Rohit had just cum in Mandira’s mouth minutes ago, he was hard as a rock.
“So, Rohit, is that fine with you?”
“What?”, Rohit asked, suddenly brought back to consciousness by his father’s voice.
“Shraddha has to go to this place for her trip and since it’s close to your office, why not you drop her off? Can you do that?”
“Sure”, Rohit replied, “but we’ll have to leave now. Hurry up, Shraddha.”
Content that he had solved his daughter’s problem, Mr Sharma got up and made his way to his bedroom. Disha was done with breakfast too, and she withdrew her feet and got up. She blew Rohit a kiss and made her way to the kitchen.
“Let’s go, come on”, Rohit said, standing up and beckoning Shraddha. Unfortunately, he hadn’t realized that he was still very much erect from Disha’s footwork. Shraddha’s eyes locked on to the tent at his crotch. It was even bigger than she remembered from the night Rohit had walked in on her and knocked Karan out. Embarrassed, Rohit quickly turned and left to get in the car. After composing herself, Shraddha followed him out and sat down beside him in the car. She gave him the address and he started driving. After about five minutes, though, Shraddha thought she’d break the awkward silence.
“So, are we going to talk about what happened the other night or not?”
Rohit shot her a look and she met his eyes. He wasn’t sure what to tell her. What would he tell her? That he had cuckolded Karan during his honeymoon? That he had gone to Karan’s wife that night and let her sodomise him and enslave him? Or would he tell her that, since that night, he couldn’t get the image of her cum-covered face out of his head. His eyes dropped briefly to her cleavage. She was wearing a low, purple and green tube top. Below that, she had on a black miniskirt which barely covered her bubble butt. He looked up at her eyes again – she knew he was staring at her. And he knew she was aware of his erection.
“What do you want to talk about?”, he asked her nonchalantly.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that”, she said, resting a hand on his thigh. Rohit’s dick twitched in his pants.
“Look, let’s just both agree it was a really awkward night for both of us. We both saw some things we shouldn’t have seen and I think the best decision is to just forget about it”, Rohit said, hoping that this would go away.
“I don’t want to forget what I saw”, Shraddha replied softly, moving her hand slightly up his thigh. Rohit glanced at her again and saw her look back at him seductively. He drove in silence for a few more minutes before Shraddha brought it up again, “Look, it was more embarrassing for me, okay? My brother saw me on my knees with my face plastered in cum like some slut -”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, why do you have to talk like that?”, Rohit replied, getting incredibly uncomfortable with his sister’s insistence.
“Because you love it”, she said, resting her hand on his erection. Shocked, he nearly crashed into the car in front of him before steadying himself. He looked at Shraddha, who still had her hand on his pulsating tent.
“Don’t look at me like that”, she said a bit nervously, “I know you check me out all the time too. And clearly you like what you’re looking at. I mean, your cock is huge. I noticed it the night you walked in on me too. You have no idea how many times I’ve cum thinking about your dick, brother. You know what I did that night you walked in on me? After you left, I fucked Karan again except I imagined it was your cock I was riding. I came so hard I nearly passed out. But even then, his dick was nothing compared to what I’m holding right now. Come on, you know you want it.”
Shraddha looked at Rohit with pleading eyes.
“Well”, he said after a while, “you could start by sucking me off.”
Shraddha laughed and then unzipped his pants, pulling his huge cock out. She bent over and put her head in his lap. She licked his shaft and tip all over first, making it nice and wet. Then she popped the tip in her mouth and began sucking on it while stroking his shaft. Rohit, for his part, reached across her petite frame and grabbed her ass. He pulled her mini skirt up with little effort and pushed his hands between her legs. She was wearing hot pink cotton panties. He began slowly rubbing her pussy over her panties while she jerked him off in her mouth. Rohit was in heaven. Shraddha spat on his shaft multiple times and then start sucking again, fondling his balls with her hand now. Rohit could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat and he loved it. He pulled over in the corner of a deserted parking lot and then began to really enjoy it. He held up his sister’s hair while she bobbed her head up and down the full length of his cock. All the while, her hand was rubbing his taint and balls for him. Her saliva dribbled out of her mouth and down his shaft, balls and on to the seat. The car was full of sounds of her sucking and him grunting. Rohit pushed her head all the way down, making her deepthroat his cock. She held it for a moment before gagging and coughing. Rohit pulled head up and started making out with her. She kissed him back and straddled him on his seat, his cock pressed up against her crotch. He pulled her tube top down to reveal her naked, perky breasts. He grabbed the little mounds in his hands and kneaded them while sucking her tongue. Meanwhile, she kept stroking his cock with both her hands. He reached between her legs and pulled her panties aside to reveal her tiny pink pussy. Shraddha smiled at him and guided his cock into her sopping wet cunt.
“Oh my fucking god”, they both moaned as he penetrated her for the first time. He buried his face in her neck as he penetrated her. She started riding him and moaning out loudly. He moved his hands down her smooth, pale back and grabbed her pert bottom. He squeezed her ass cheeks as she rode him hard. She bit her lower lip and grabbed his seat as she shifted from grinding against him to bouncing up and down on his cock. The feeling of her soft butt slamming down on his balls was amazing. He took her nipple in his mouth and bit it hard, making her cry out.
“Rohit – this is better than I had even imagined it”, she said, whimpering and moaning. Rohit grunted and smiled in reply as he grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. She cried out again as she came hard on his cock, her back arching and pressing her breasts against him and her toes curling. Once her orgasm subsided, she started riding him again. She kissed his lips hungrily and said, “For that, I’m going to give you a very special treat. I’ve never felt like that in my life. I’m going to let you shoot your cum in my pussy, big brother.”
She held on to his shoulders and rode him hard, fast, and deep; squeezing the spunk out of his cock with her vaginal walls. Rohit was in ecstasy. As he came close, he pulled her close, sucked her breast, and shot his massive load up her pussy.
“Oh yes”, she said in his ear as she felt his hot spunk coating her womb, “give me your cum. Plant it deep inside me, brother. That’s it. Make me your slut.”
When he was done, she slid off his cock and onto the seat. Some cum was leaking out of her pussy but she flicked it with her finger and tasted it, smiling at Rohit.
TEN
“Why won’t you tell us where we’re going?”, Tisca asked from the back seat. Rohit looked at his Aunt from the rear view mirror and smiled by meaning or reply. She looked incredibly hot today. Her massive breasts, the biggest in the family, were encased in a tight white T shirt. Down below she was wearing a pair of red pants which hugged her curves beautifully.
“Let it be, Tis, he hasn’t even told me where we’re going. I guess we’ll just have to wait and find out”, Mandira replied with a shrug. She was sitting in the passenger seat right beside Rohit. She was dressed in a short red top which exposed her hard abs and blue jean shorts which laid bare her athletic thighs and legs.
“Thank you, Mom. You get it. And don’t worry, you’ll all see where we’re going soon enough”, Rohit replied, shifting gears. Of course, he couldn't tell them what the plan was and where they were going. Those were Nora's express orders. After she had heard that Rohit had fucked Shraddha in the car, she was surprisingly happy. She had even rewarded him by letting him cum on her feet. Then she had told him her elaborate plan. The old Rohit would've doubted her, told her it was too risky. But not anymore. He believed.
“It’s okay”, replied Tisca with a smirk, “I’m sure we can find a way to occupy ourselves in the meantime.” She reached around and grabbed her sister’s breasts, massaging them over her tight red top. Mandira lowered the back of her seat to allow better access and turned around to kiss her sister’s lips. Tisca’s hands slid down to her sister’s perky bottom as Mandira straddled her lap in the back seat. They were making out sensually, slowly, and hungrily: rubbing their soft, sweet lips against each other, occasionally opening their mouths and sticking their tongues out. In his rear view mirror, Rohit could see Tisca’s hands moving up and down Mandira’s hard back as they rubbed their bodies together while making out. It was becoming incredibly difficult to focus on the road.
“Fuck, I love how big your tits are”, Mandira said as she grabbed Tisca’s breasts in each hand and squeezed them hard like she was honking an old horn. Tisca giggled and grabbed Mandira’s breasts in return, stroking them, biting her lower lip and replying, “And I love yours, sister. They’re so perky. It’s like you have a 20 year old’s tits.”
Mandira beamed at her sister and then the two women rubbed their breasts together – Mandira’s perky breasts mushed against Tisca’s much bigger but saggier rack. Mandira reached between Tisca’s legs to rub her over her pants as they started making out again. Tisca reached her hands under Mandira’s top to unclasp her bra. She moaned into Mandira’s mouth as her sister rubbed her between her legs. Mandira pushed Tisca down on her back in the back seat and lay on top of her, sucking her neck and using her knee to rub her pussy. Once Tisca unclasped her bra, Mandira took off her top and bra – exposing her firm breasts and erect nipples. Tisca, meanwhile, had unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down to expose her panties, which had a damp spot on them. Tisca started rubbing that damp spot and Mandira lay down on her sister again, kissing her violently while she pushed her top and bra up, letting her melons out in the open. Once Tisca’s breasts were exposed, Mandira started sucking on her nipples. Tisca kept rubbing herself and moaning loudly in the back. Mandira used her hands to unbutton her own shorts. She briefly got off her sister’s body to take off her shorts before getting back down on her and resuming the kissing. Tisca moved her hands up to grab Mandira’s ass as they made out. Mandira’s hands moved up to lightly choke Tisca, which she loved. Their breasts kept rubbing against each other. Mandira’s knee was rubbing against Tisca’s pussy and Tisca was using her leg to rub against Mandira’s. They were both moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Let’s go, guys, we’ve reached”, said Rohit huskily as he turned off the engine and adjusted his pants.
“No – we’re good here”, Mandira replied, briefly breaking the kiss. Tisca moaned her agreement.
“Just come inside and then we can have all the fun we want – and maybe I could also join in.”
Mandira and Tisca broke their kiss and got up in the back seat, looking at where they were. They were both out of breath from their session as they stared outside at the bungalow by the side of the road which looked abandoned. There was nothing else in sight.
“This looks like the place people bring their murder victims”, Tisca laughed. Rohit opened their door and gestured them to come out.
“Can we at least put on some clothes?”, Mandira asked, a bit shocked.
“There’s no one here”, Rohit replied calmly, “Just hop outside and it’ll take a few seconds to get inside the building.”
Uncertainly, the two naked girls stepped out in just their panties. Tisca still had her top and bra bunched up over her tits so she just pulled them down for safety. Mandira just hoped that no one was looking. But there really seemed to be no one around. Rohit led them inside the bungalow and into a large room on the right which looked like a living room. It had several couches, a sofa, chairs, and a couple of tables.
“Who’s house is this?”, Tisca asked as she looked around. Instead of replying, Rohit grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her in for a soft kiss. With his other hand, he grabbed his mother’s arm and pulled her in too. The three of them were making out with each other. Rohit had one hand on each his mother and his Aunt’s asses, stroking them gently. The two women were rubbing the front of his trousers simultaneously. After a few minutes of three-way kissing, Tisca unbuttoned her nephew’s trousers and reached inside his boxers to grab his erect dick. Rohit felt Mandira’s hand dive in there too, grabbing his balls. He was alternating between exchanging saliva with each of them. While kissing Mandira, he moved his hand up to her breasts and massaged it as she moaned into his mouth. Then he lowered his lips and began sucking on her nipple as she caressed the back of his head.
“What a mama’s boy”, Tisca replied, “always wants to suck his mommy’s breasts.”
“Don’t feel left out”, Rohit said as he unlatched from Mandira’s teat to lift up Tisca’s top and bra and start sucking on her boobs. Mandira dropped to her knees and started sucking on Rohit’s dick. She stroked it with one hand while sucking on the tip. With her other hand, she fondled his heavy ball sack. Following her sister’s footsteps, Tisca also dropped to her knees, pulling her top and bra completely off and throwing it away. She took Rohit’s dick from Mandira’s hand and started sucking on it herself. Mandira, meanwhile, started licking Rohit’s balls. Both of them looked up at him while pleasuring him orally. He was in heaven.
ELEVEN
Shraddha was feeling a very strange mix of emotions course through her veins as she stared at Karan sitting opposite her. He had a black eye and a scar on his nose. On one hand, his previously attractive, symmetrical face now looked crooked and ugly. It repulsed her. On the other hand, it aroused her. It was so masculine, so rugged. It reminded her of the night her brother had walked in on them. She was on her knees, Karan’s hot cum on her face. She had scampered to the bed as Rohit, wearing nothing but boxers and pitching a massive tent, shoved the much bigger Karan to the wall. She had stared with her lips parted as Rohit punched Karan bloody, rubbing herself.
“You can stop staring, you know.”
“I’m sorry”, Shraddha said with a light smile, “it’s just that I’m not used to seeing you like this. It’s not bad, though. Not at all. It’s surprisingly, um, surprisingly hot.”
“Well, on that note...”, Karan began, trailing his voice off suggestively.
“My place is out of the question”, Shraddha replied matter-of-factly, “my sister-in-law is at home and it’s the middle of the fucking day.”
“That’s okay, I was going to suggest my place anyway.”
Shraddha’s eyes lit up and she squeezed her pale thighs together under her skirt. They paid for their meal and quickly scurried out of the restaurant, holding hands. Karan slid into the driving seat and Shraddha hopped in beside him. As soon as they were buckled in, he put his foot down on the accelerator and tore down the road at breakneck speed. Shraddha laughed as the wind blew in her face. She tilted her seat back, kicked her sandals off, and lifted her bare, pale feet on to the dashboard, allowing her green skirt to slide up her smooth thighs, almost revealing her perky bottom.
“You know, I love the way you drive a stick”, she said as he dangerously swerved past other cars. She licked her hand, reached between her legs, and rubbed her sex as she added, seductively, “Can’t fucking wait for you to drive your stick inside of me.”
Karan gulped. The soft, guttural sounds of a woman in the heat filled the car as Shraddha slowly rubbed herself. The odour of her sex was all around them. He almost didn’t even notice as he drove past a red light.
“Fuck, Karan, today we’re going to do anal, okay? I need you in my ass”, she hissed as she massaged her breast with her other hand. Her pussy was gushing wet. Part of the reason was the fact that she was imagining Rohit with her. She imagined he had bent her over the car and fucked her silly. She would then get on her knees and let him shower her in his cum. She would rub her brother’s warm, sticky, voluminous load all over her face, neck, tits, and hair. She inserted two fingers inside her pussy and her juices cam gushing out, dripping down her ass and onto the seat. She fingered herself, imagining Rohit’s cock stretching her out. With her fingers wet with her own juices, she reached lower and started massaging her asshole, moaning even louder. She always wanted to try anal. Eventually she would let Rohit use her ass, but today Karan would have to do. It’s not that Karan didn’t turn her on – he was quite hot, actually. But it just didn’t feel as thrilling as with Rohit. She stuck a finger inside her bum and squealed.
“Yes, baby. We’ll definitely try anal today. Don’t you want to suck my dick on the way, though? Getting a little hard here”, he asked, hopeful and horny. She giggled in response.
“No, babe. I love it when you’re all flustered like this. Just get us there fast, I need your dick.”
Just as Karan was about to take the car into fifth gear, they heard police sirens behind them.
“For fuck’s sake!”, Karan exclaimed, gradually slowing his car down to a halt by the side of the road. Shraddha bolted her seat upright and pulled her skirt back down. She rubbed her wet fingers on the seat and adjusted her top, which was all bunched up around her breasts. While she was checking out her make-up and hair in the side mirror, a cop walked up to her window. He was an old, fat man. His faded khaki shirt was slightly strained against his belly. There were a few strands of gray hair mixed with black poking out of his cap. His dark face was wrinkled and untidy – bushy moustache, unshaven chin, and zits. Worst of all, it smelled like he hadn’t showered in at least a day.
“Go on, take out your documents, Speed Racer”, he said. Karan started frantically searching in the glove box while Shraddha smiled at him apologetically. He smiled back and then his gaze dropped to her chest. She made a slight cough but he kept staring right at her tits rather hungrily.
“We’re sorry, officer”, she said with a smile, just to make him look up.
“It’s okay, sweetheart”, he replied, placing a dark, calloused hand on her bare upper arm. His eyes dropped to her tits again. He was almost drooling.
“I’m sorry, officer. I forgot my documents”, Karan said. Shraddha felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“Well, then, I’ll have to impound your car in that case. And you two will have to come with me to the police station to write up the report. You’ll get a court date, and the fine will probably be...”
“Please, sir, is there some other way we can work this out? We really need to get somewhere. It’s urgent”, Shraddha asked in her sweetest voice possible. She figured she could charm him into letting them go free.
“Sorry, there’s nothing I can do. This is the law.”
“We’re ready to pay you whatever you want, sir”, Karan added. The officer bent down and looked at him through the window.
“Did you just try to bribe an officer of the law? That’s another charge I’ll have to add to your case, mister.”
Shraddha reached a hand around the cop’s back and pleaded with him, “Sir, ignore him. He’s an idiot. But, isn’t there something we can do to work this out. I mean, we really need to be somewhere.”
The cop licked his lips as he considered her request. He reached a hand out and stroked her soft, white cheek, saying, “Sorry, sweetheart. I have to act according to the law. Although you are more reasonable than your boyfriend here, I’ll give you that. Now I’m going to my car to note down your car number and deion. You two come with me, I’ll drive you to the police station. Another cop’s gonna be here to tow your car to the pound.”
With that, he walked back to the jeep.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault”, Karan said weakly. Shraddha got even more annoyed.
“Just shut the fuck up”, she snapped, “I hate it when you’re like this. Just a big, fucking pussy. You know, at some point in life you’re going to have to grow a pair. Whenever there’s even the smallest problem you give up like a little bitch.”
“Small problem? He’s reporting us. This is going to be a very bad experience.”
“Not necessarily. I have an idea. I think. I’m not sure, but judging by the way he was perving out on me, he might let us go if I let him have a go at me. You know, like a handjob or something. I’m not fucking him for sure.”
“Well, then, go on. Do it. Please, Shraddha, come on!”
“Just shut up and let me think”, Shraddha said, before breathing deeply. Yes, it was extremely likely that the cop would let them go if she jerked him off. But he was just so repulsive. She didn’t even want to imagine what his cock would look like. On the other hand, he seemed determined to harass them with the court and taking away their car. She took a deep breath in. They heard the cop honking his car in the background. She turned to Karan and said, “You fucking owe me big time. Don’t ever forget it.”
She checked herself in the rear view mirror, pulled her top down a bit and then stepped out of the car. She sauntered to the cop’s jeep, swaying her hips seductively and smiling at him. She opened the passenger seat’s door and sat down beside him. He looked at her with satisfaction.
“You’re definitely the smart one”, he said. Shraddha grinned and rubbed the front of his trousers. He was definitely erect, and he was definitely huge. As she rubbed it, she couldn’t believe how big he was getting. She rubbed her thighs together. She unbuttoned him slowly, and unzipped him. Then she tantalisingly pulled his boxers down and out sprang his massive, dirty cock. Almost black, it was even darker than the rest of his skin. She stared at it, wide-eyed. It was much bigger even than Rohit’s cock. She compared it to her forearm.
“Holy fuck, this is as big as my forearm. And thicker than my wrist!”
He laughed and slid his seat all the way back, making some room for her. She knelt between his legs and started stroking his massive pillar. Her hand couldn’t even wrap all the way around his cock. His balls were huge too – massive and heavy. She was actually getting hot and bothered despite herself. Also, as soon as she knelt between his legs, she realized just how filthy his cock was. The pungent odour filled her nostrils. His pubic hair was clearly ungroomed for weeks. But she found that... strangely enough, she was getting even more turned on by it. The very thought that she was here on her knees jerking off a filthy, smelly cock to get out of a fine while her boyfriend sat in their car made her pussy drip. It was so degrading. So taboo. So dirty. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft and began stroking him in earnest.
“Spit on it”, he grunted, “and let me see those perky little tits.”
She pulled her top down her shoulders and popped her tits out of her bra. She spat on his shaft several times and then used it as lube while she stroked him. She kept spitting on it. His cock was all wet and slippery with her saliva. With one hand, she started massaging her breast while she rubbed her saliva on his cock with the other hand.
“Are you going to suck it any time soon?”
She paused and looked up at him.
“What, you thought I’d let you go for a fucking handjob? You’re going to give me a blowjob, missy. And don’t act like you’re not turned on right now. I know a dirty slut when I see one. I’ve spent many years in this business.”
Shraddha lowered her gaze and slowly popped the tip of his cock in her mouth. As she closed her mouth, she felt nauseous – the taste was bitter like urine. Nonetheless, she started to slowly bob her head on his filthy cock. She heard him moaning as she tried to get more of his monster penis in her mouth, occasionally flicking her tongue out to lick his shaft. She felt his meaty hands on her soft hair, applying a little pressure on her to go down. She took her hands off his cock and started massaging her breasts as he slowly pushed her head down. She started gagging before she even reached halfway down his cock. Saliva poured out of her mouth on his cock and balls as she lifted her head up till only the tip was in her mouth. Then he pushed her down again, his cock stretching her jaws and hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and cough up spit. He slowly pulled her head up, feeling her soft lips slide along his cock. Then he pushed her down again. This time, though, he marvelled as he felt his cock go deeper into Shraddha’s throat. Shraddha had relaxed her throat, suppressing her gag reflex. She felt his cock in her neck as she deepthroated him. Her eyes teared up as her nose touched his filthy pubic hair. She felt like she was going to choke from no oxygen but then he pulled her head off his cock entirely, letting her drool fall into his lap and down her naked chest.
“Fuck, you’re good”, he said. She smiled at him before she started stroking him again – rapidly this time. She stared at him intently as her hands became a blur around his cock.
“Open – and don’t swallow”, he grunted as his hips started bucking. She opened her mouth and put the tip of his cock on her tongue while she jerked him off. He moaned loudly as he reached orgasm – shooting stream after stream of hot cum in her mouth. She kept jerking him as he came, and she was quite amazed by the sheer volume of his semen. She didn’t swallow it, though. When he was finally done, she sucked out the remaining cum from his cock before opening her mouth wide and showing him all the semen in her mouth.
“Good girl”, he said, “now swallow it.”
She closed her mouth and gulped it all down. She opened her mouth again, sticking her tongue out to show the cop what a good girl she was. Satisfied, the cop let her go and agreed to drop the case.
“How was it?”, Karan asked her as they started driving again.
“Disgusting”, she said plainly, “but don’t think about it anymore. Let’s just go home.”
She looked outside the window and lay back in her seat, rubbing her thighs together. She was a dirty slut, she thought with a smile. A dirty, dirty slut. She needed to be fucked. And soon. She drifted off for a few minutes before Karan nudged her on the shoulder, waking her up.
“We’ve reached, babe.”
She looked outside. It was just an abandoned bungalow. She frowned at him.
“It’s an old family building. Don’t worry, I’m not going to murder you. Not after your brother broke my face.”
She giggled and stepped out of the car, taking his hand as he led her up the steps and into the building. She couldn’t wait to get fucked – she’d been horny for too long now. She was so horny she thought she actually heard muffled sounds of fucking. In fact, the sounds were getting louder...
“Karan, is it just me or can you hear – WHAT THE FUCK!”
Shraddha stopped dead in her tracks at the room’s door. There on the couch, sat her naked mother Mandira, making out with some dude sitting beside her. And riding that dude’s cock was... her Aunt Tisca. As soon as they heard her scream, Mandira stopped making out and looked at Shraddha – she was as confused and shocked as her daughter. Aunt Tisca also stopped rolling her magnificent hips to turn around and see her niece. The most shocking bit, however, was that when both women turned to look at Shraddha... Shraddha saw that the dude was no one else but her brother, Rohit.
“Oh my God, Shraddha, what are you doing here?”, Mandira said, covering her breasts and pussy. Shraddha, however, was too shocked to answer. Rohit gave Tisca a little slap on her ass and she hopped off his erect cock. He stood up and started walking over to Shraddha, completely naked and completely erect. She was almost drooling. He stood in front of her and leaned in to kiss her soft, parted, moist lips. She felt his hand aggressively grabbing her bottom and his dick poking into her stomach as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t even hear Mandira’s gasps as she melted in her brother’s arms. Rohit moved his hands to her chest as he fondled her breasts over her top. She was going to pull her top off, but Rohit grabbed it with both his hands and tore it apart – eliciting gasps from everyone in the room. But he kept kissing Shraddha. He pulled her bra off, revealing her naked breasts. He started kissing her neck and kneading her ass as she helplessly moaned. He put his lips to her ear and said, “It’s okay. Don’t freak out. We’re all just going to have some fun.” She smiled and nodded back. Rohit always knew how to put her at ease. Rohit then turned around and led Shraddha to the couch.
“Mom, Tisca, Shraddha’s a part of this, okay. Don’t freak out about it. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
“What about He-Man over there?”, Tisca asked, pointing to Karan standing in the doorway.
“Oh, he’s also here for your pleasure. You know what, how about I have a little family time over here and you and He-Man get to know each other a little bit?”, Rohit said, sitting down next to his mom. Aunt Tisca enthusiastically said yes and beckoned Karan over. Rohit pulled Shraddha close and made her sit on his lap, his cock poking into her side. With his other hand, he pulled his mom close and softly kissed her on the lips before looking into her eyes, stroking her cheek and saying, “I hope you’re not freaking about about this.”
“Oh, I’m not freaking out”, she replied, turning to look at Shraddha, who was covering her breasts, “I just. I never noticed how beautiful my daughter is.” Mandira took Shraddha’s face in her hands and kissed her lips. Shraddha lowered her hands from her breasts and reached out to stroke Mandira between her legs. Mandira’s mouth moved from Shraddha’s lips to her neck, making her moan. She sloppily kissed her way down Shraddha’s hard, pale body before she reached her pussy. She kneeled so that her head was in Rohit’s lap, spread Shraddha’s thighs apart and licked her cunt.
“Oh my God”, Mandira said as Shraddha moaned, “she’s sopping wet, Rohit. Look.” She inserted a finger in Shraddha’s pussy and pulled it out, revealing it covered in juices.
“She definitely needs to be fucked”, Rohit said. Shraddha nodded enthusiastically. It was true. Her arousal was driving her crazy.
“Well, it’s a good thing we have a nice, hard cock waiting for her here”, Mandira said as she helped Shraddha saddle Rohit and guided his erection into her cunt. Shraddha nearly came as Rohit’s cock entered her. It was so good. She kept her hands on his shoulders and began rolling her hips.
“Fuck yeah, you like that, baby?”, Mandira asked her daughter, kneeling on the couch beside her two children as they fucked. She grabbed Shraddha’s ass and squeezed it as she rode Rohit.
“Damn, that’s a cute butt!”, she commented.
“She gets it from you”, Rohit added as he held Shraddha’s rolling hips. Both Mandira and Shraddha laughed. Then Mandira grabbed her daughter’s hair and kissed her on the lips. Shraddha hungrily kissed her back as she fucked Rohit. Mandira started to lightly choke Shraddha as they wrestled their tongues. Her daughter’s lips were so soft and sweet. They tasted like strawberries.
“Hey, you’re a mom. No favouritism!”, Rohit complained as he gave Mandira’s ass a light slap. She smiled at him before grabbing his face and kissing him hard. Shraddha’s eyes dropped to her mom’s ass as she kissed Rohit. She had never noticed it before, but her mom was fucking hot. Unbelievably so, almost. She looked further along the couch and there was her Aunt Tisca, on her knees in front of Karan with her massive tits on his lap. She was jerking him off with her tits. Shraddha watched in awe as Tisca moved her powerful breasts up and down Karan’s cock. Her back was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
She felt Rohit grab her hips and begin pounding her hard – making her scream out into the room. Mandira watched in awe as Rohit hammered Shraddha’s cunt for five minutes straight before Shraddha squirted copiously all over Rohit. She collapsed on his body when he was done.
“Mind giving your mother a turn?”, Mandira asked. Shraddha smiled and slid off Rohit as Mandira hopped on his cock this time. She grabbed his shoulders tightly and began grinding against him with hard, deep, strokes.
“Fuck....”, whispered Shraddha, watching Mandira work it. She was like a sex machine. Her breasts swung erotically as she rode Rohit slow but deep. Mandira leaned forward so that her breasts were in Rohit’s face. He knew what she wanted, and he loved it. He latched on to her nipple, sucking on it hard. She bit her lower lip as she continued to ride him.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Suck your mommy’s titties. Suck the milk right out of them, fuck yeah...”
Shraddha watched in awe as her pussy became wet again. She was impossibly turned on. Mandira noticed this and beckoned Shraddha towards her too. She leaned forward and put her lips on her mother’s erect nipples. Mandira moaned out loudly as both her children began sucking her teats. She held both their heads close.
“YES! That’s it! Suck your mommy’s breasts, my babies. Suck on them like you used to. Suck hard, there you go...”
The twisted taboo of suckling her adult children, combined with the feeling of her son’s cock plunging her depths overwhelmed her – she squirted all over Rohit’s cock and lap, moaning at the top of her lungs. Then she started riding Rohit again, whimpering and saying, “I need you to cum inside me, baby. I fucking need it. I need to feel your semen in my womb. Push it in me. Fucking fill my cunt with it.”
Her dirty, twisted begging for his creampie pushed Rohit, who was already on the cusp of cumming, to orgasm. He pushed his dick all the way inside his mother and shot his warm, sticky load inside her. She gradually slowed her grinding before completely stopping it and collapsing on him, her sweaty breasts pressed against his sweaty chest.
“You guys are so fucking hot...”, Shraddha muttered.
“You’re no less”, said Rohit as he pulled her in for a kiss.
TWELVE
“Coming!”, Disha yelled as the doorbell rang for the fourth time. She had just gotten out of the shower and was still wrapped in her towel, her hair wet. Unfortunately, the person at the door had no patience and kept ringing the bell. Rohit and Mandira had gone out for some work, and Shraddha was out on a date. And Mr Sharma, her father-in-law, was at his friend’s place playing bridge. It seemed that she was the only one who could answer the door. Cursing under her breath, she walked down the stairs in her towel. Without even checking who it was in the security camera, she swung the door open and yelled, “What is your fucking hurry?”
Nora smiled at her, looking at her towel-wrapped body up and down.
“Oh my god, I’m – I’m so sorry, Mistress. I didn’t know it was you, really-”, Disha stammered.
“Relax, this was supposed to be a surprise visit. Now get in my car, let’s go”, Nora replied.
Disha paused, a bit taken aback by everything. She looked at Nora, confused. Nora glared back.
“Um, sorry, yes, of course, Mistress. I’ll just change and be back down in two minutes.”
Nora stepped inside, inching closer to Disha. As always, she was wearing very high heels that made her tower over her subjects, just like she was towering over Disha now, looking down on her. She pushed Disha up against the wall and held her face millimetres from Disha’s. She closed her hand around Disha’s slender neck, whispering menacingly, “Do you want me to me angry?”
Disha shook her head frightfully.
“Good girl. Now get in my car before I decide to punish you right here, right now.”
Disha followed Nora out of the house in her small towel. Nora opened the back seat of her sedan and pushed Disha inside. She got in herself, sitting beside her wet and almost naked slave. The driver put the car in gear and sped off. Nora smiled at Disha, staring at her body brazenly. There was a sheen of moisture all over her smooth, clear light golden skin. Her damp, long, dark brown hair fell down her shoulders and back, framing her soft, fresh face wonderfully. Only the faintest hint of cleavage was visible above her towel. Of course, the size and shape of her larger-than-average breasts was still discernible from the way the towel curved around her bust. Her naked arms looked toned and recently waxed. Her hands, slim and well-manicured, were collected in her lap. The lower hem of the towel ended right below her ass, exposing long, slender, and smooth legs. Disha had hooked one leg over the other knee, which basically exposed her ass to Nora. Her feet were also well-pedicured and sensual. Her entire body filled the car with a scent of fresh lavender soap. She looked so beautiful. She was more beautiful than Nora. Disha had a more youthful innocent beauty – Nora’s was that of a sexy dancer in heat. It almost made Nora envy Disha at times.
“I can see why Rohit married you”, Nora said to her. Disha blushed and thanked Nora for the compliment.
“Come, sit on my lap.”
Disha uncertainly stood up and sat on Nora’s lap with both her legs on one side. But Nora shook her head.
“Straddle me”, she said, patting Disha’s towel-covered butt. Disha got up and then got in the correct position. Since she was wearing a towel, straddling Nora’s lap meant that her towel was hiked up to her waist, leaving her bare-bottomed and bare-pussied. She was blushing uncontrollably.
“My lord, you’re still shy”, Nora said, noticing the pink of Disha’s cheeks, “it’s okay, though. I get that this is just your second time with me. It can be intimidating. Just try to relax and remember: I’m here to protect you. I’m your Goddess, remember?”
Disha nodded, relaxing a bit and sitting closer to Nora.
“And don’t worry about the driver, he’s not going to breathe a word if he wants to live. So, pretend he’s not even there.”
Disha smiled at Nora, happy to be her subordinate. Nora noticed that Disha looked gorgeous even without any make-up on. But she reached into her clutch and took out a shade of her blood red lipstick. She pouted with her lips and Disha did the same. Then she opened the lipstick and slowly rubbed the colour on Disha’s soft, open lips. When she was done, she put a tissue between Disha’s lips for her to bite down on to remove the excess colour. Nora then lightly marked Disha’s cheeks with the same lipstick and rubbed it flat to give her cheeks some colour.
“There. Now you look perfect”, Nora said softly.
“Thank you, My Goddess”, Disha replied, beaming.
Nora reached her finger between Disha’s legs and found her pussy. She began to gradually rub the outer lips, slowly arousing Disha. She would brush her fingers against her pussy for a bit, and just as Disha moved closer she’d take her hand off. Then she’d press her thumb against her opening just a little before pulling it out and rubbing her clit instead. Soon, Disha also began to roll her hips and bite her lower lip in anticipation. Her pussy also became wetter and hotter in Nora’s hands. Nora grinned as she toyed with her slave.
“Please, My Goddess...”, Disha whimpered.
“Please what, my slave?”
“Please put your finger inside me.”
“No”, Nora shook her head with a smile, “I don’t believe you really want it.”
“Goddess Nora, please stick your fingers inside your slave bitch’s horny, wet, naughty pussy! Please, I’m begging you”, Disha pleaded. Satisfied, Nora slid two fingers inside Disha’s wet cunt, making the latter moan out in pleasure. Nora penetrated her pussy with two fingers while rubbing Disha’s clitoris with her thumb. With her other hand, she caressed Disha’s smooth thigh before reach around and grabbing her ass. She kneaded Disha’s butt cheek while finger-fucking her pussy on her lap. Disha’s eyes were rolling back in her head with pleasure. Her back was arched, making her tits stretch out her towel even more – right in front of Nora’s mouth. Her head was thrown back, and her hands were in her damp hair as her red lips moaned to Nora’s ministrations.
“Take off your towel, slut”, Nora commanded.
Disha immediately untied her towel and threw it aside, letting her boobs bounce free. While they weren’t the biggest boobs in the world, they were nice handfuls of flesh. On Disha’s thin, tall frame, they looked even bigger. Her nipples were already erect. Nora popped one of them in her mouth and began sucking on it hungrily, trying to draw milk.
“Oh my God! Yes, Mistress, make me your slut! Make me your bitch!”
Nora smiled as she bit into Disha’s nipple. The well-behave demure wife from the city was gone – and replaced by a sex-crazed depraved slut. Unfortunately for Disha, they had reached their destination. Nora pushed Disha off her lap. As if from a daze, Disha looked around, confused, horny, and flustered.
“Come on, slut. We’ve reached the party”, Nora said.
She stepped out of the car in her high heels and pulled a naked Disha out of the other side. She grabbed Disha’s care arm and dragged her up to the bungalow as Disha tried helplessly to cover her breasts with her other hand. Disha became a little curious and a little concerned as Nora pulled her to a room on the right. It sounded like a lot of sex was going on in there, she wondered what –
Disha froze at the sight in front of her. Rohit was fucking his Aunt Tisca doggy style on the floor, pulling her hair back to make her back arch. Her tits were singing wildly. On a couch, Mandira and Shraddha were giving some muscular dude a double blowjob. They kept going as they hadn’t seen her yet, but she didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, Nora was there to help her.
“AHEM!”
Everyone stopped fucking and looked towards them. The girls from the family were all shocked by a naked, wet Disha standing there.
“What’s going on?”, Mandira asked, getting up from her knees and wiping pre-cum off her lips.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on”, Nora snapped, “if you all can keep quiet for five minutes. I am Nora, Rohit’s ex. And I am a Dominatrix. More specifically, I am Rohit’s Mistress. His Goddess. Rohit does everything I tell him to. He tells me everything he does. I own him and control him. And he loves and worships me. Recently, I also enslaved his wife Disha. But like any Dominatrix worth her whips, I wanted to expand my family. I wanted to get the whole set. See, you guys are a very special family. Where else am I going to organically find a son who’s in love with his mother, fucks his Aunt, and his sister as well? So I brought you all here. And recorded everything that has happened. There are cameras in all corners of this room, ensuring that everyone is seen and heard. Now you have two options. Either, you all swear allegiance to me and become my slaves. Or, I could ruin your lives. I could send the footage to your husband, Mandira, and ruin his life. I could upload it everywhere on the Internet, making sure that everyone of your friends and acquaintance know what a twisted lot you all are. I imagine the choice is very clear here.”
Rohit smiled. Watching Nora dominate people was like watching Mozart make music. There she stood, hands on her hips, wearing high heels. Her lips were blood red as always. She was wearing a little black dress today. Sexy and dominant.
Noticing that no one was challenging her, Nora, walked up to Mandira, who was standing with her arms crossed. Mandira noticed how tall Nora was in her heels as she came closer. Nora pulled her perfect tits out of her dress, grabbed Mandira’s head and shoved it into her cleavage. Then she pulled Mandira closer so that her knee was pressed up against Mandira’s pussy. She raised her leg and began rubbing Mandira’s cunt as Mandira started sucking her breast.
Nora looked around and said, “What, I thought you guys were at an orgy?”
There was a murmur of laughter across the room as everyone started fucking again. Rohit grabbed on to Tisca’s fleshy ass cheeks and began pounding her from behind, making her melons swing in the air. Shraddha started jerking Karan off while tonguing his balls. Disha also walked up to Rohit and began making out with him while he fucked their Aunt. Looking at the decadence around her, Nora smiled with pride. The domination was complete.