Episode : 16
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Mustaq realised that the talented and mature actress Indrani Dutta had learned about the tricks of cock-sucking so quickly. Surindar, while not as well hung as his boss, still had a much fatty cock than Nandan. So Indrani was keeping up nicely while Surindar smoothly fucked the full length down her throat.
Every so often Indrani would choke and gag but she kept up with the assault. A pool of spit was gathering on the carpet below Surindar’s cock. “Better save some of that for him, you want to try her cunt don’t you, Surindar?”
Surindar snapped out of his trance. Truth be told he would have been just as happy to dump a load down her throat but they had all night. That’s when Mustaq ordered, “On the bed Indudevi”.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Indrani did as instructed and crawled up onto the bed. Grabbing her ankles Mustaq situated her so that her husband would have a clear view of her cunt.
Mustaq noticed that although Rajnandini had squirming entirely on her father’s skyward hard cock, she was trying to limit her motion so that she could enjoy his embedded cock for a longer period. And her father was buried balls deep into her teenaged snatch who was also enjoying his daughter’s clutching pussy in closed eyes. As Rajnandini was slowly rising and falling on her father’s rockhard cock, her eyes were boring holes into her mother’s cleanly shaved cunt.
“I do love a clean shaven cunt,” Mustaq announced. “She looks like a little girl with tits…. doesn’t she Surindar?”
The view was indeed enticing. Reaching out Mustaq inserted a finger into the smooth gash. Much to his surprise the bitch was dry. Maybe she didn’t enjoy the rough treatment as much as he thought. Maybe she was just frightened as to what the men would do to her next. In either case the problem needed to be remedied. He wanted a wet cunt to fuck.
“I see you need a little help priming the pump bitch. How do you expect me to fuck a dry snatch? What should we do to warm her up Surindar? Any ideas?” Mustaq asked.
Surindar had also noticed the intent look Rajnandini was giving her mother’s cleanly shaved swollen cunt. “Maybe the Miss Dutta can help”, He said with a naughty smile.
Now he’s getting into it, Mustaq thought. Yes indeed maybe Indrani’s daughter could help. Then approaching Rajnandini, Mustaq reached out his hand. Not sure what was going on, she tentatively took it. Mustaq gently pulled her off from her father’s throbbing cock and looked deeply into her dark eyes.
“I want you to lick your mother’s cunt, Miss Dutta”. Mustaq said
Rajnandini could not believe what Mustaq had just said. She was no lezzy and he was talking about her own mother! She began shaking her head “No” and backing away.
“Remember what I told you Miss Dutta. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. If you don’t do it, I’ll hurt your father”.
To prove his point, Mustaq walked over to her father, grabbed his testicle and gave them a tug. Nandan howled in response and Rajnandini cried “Stop, I’ll do it, don’t hurt him”.
“You Bastard”, Nandan yelled. “You said you would leave our daughter out of this!”
“Oh Duttababu, please shut up”, Mustaq replied, “You weren’t complaining when you had your cock buried in your little slut daughter’s pussy….. so shut up now”.
Hearing Mustaq call her a ‘little slut’, got a rise out of Rajnandini. “I am not a slut!”
With a cold smile but stern smile, Mustaq looked Rajnandini in the eyes and told her, “You will be tonight. Now get your tight ass over there, you have work to do.”
She was not a slut. In fact her boyfriend had called her a tease. They had been together a long time before she would let him get any farther than 2nd base. Still there was no denying the feelings, which she was experiencing at the hands of these two men.
So when Mustaq had pushed her own father’s cock into her, it had felt so good and now the sight of her naked mother’s cleanly shaved cunt did have her mouth watering. She was not a lesbian, although she had experimented a bit with her nearest girl friend Pallabi ( Gargi aunty’s daughter ) once.
Nothing really, just a bit of heavy petting. It had been at a sleep over and they were discussing how they each kissed their boyfriends. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were showing each other. It had ended with just kissing but for some reason now the sight of her mother’s naked cunt was turning Rajnandini on.
“Its time… we got you out of the rest of your cloths too” Mustaq continued. “After all you are the only one still wearing clothing” He pointed out.
Sitting up Indrani cried out “No, leave her alone. You promised!”
A backhand from Mustaq shut her up immediately. The slap rang out across the room. “Shut the fuck up”, he retorted, “Its your fault really Indudevi. If you weren’t so fucking dry we wouldn’t need your daughter’s assistance now….. would we?”
The Great Actress sobbed…. there was no controlling these men. They would do as they wished and her family’s only hope was to cooperate and to get through it. She knew in her heart of hearts that there would be no humiliation too great for these men to inflict on her and her family. It was going to be a very long night…
Grabbing Rajnandini by the hair, Mustaq dragged her across the room to the foot of the bed. Indrani looked at her daughter’s tear streaked eyes and tried to comfort her. “It’s OK honey. I know you have no choice. We will get through this together.” Then looking past her daughter to her husband she continued, “We all will”.
“Isn’t that sweet” smiled Mustaq. “So how’s the view Duttababu? No this won’t work at all, your daughter’s head will block everything.”
Then grabbing Indrani’s ankle, Mustaq spun her sideways so that her cunt was now aimed at the corner of the mattress. With that taking Rajnandini’s hand, he led her around the bed. “Have you ever eaten Cunt?” He asked casually.
“Of course not!” Rajnandini nearly shouted, “I am not a lesbian!”
Mustaq smiled to himself. She may not be a Lesbian but there was no mistaking the hunger the little bitch showed when she was looking at her mother’s smooth pussy.
“Yea well, you don’t need to be a Lesbian to eat cunt. Women do it all the time. Haven’t you ever watched a Porno Movie? Your job here is to get your mother ready for my cock. Simple as that. Now get your face down there and start licking.”
Rajnandini looked at her mother. She mouthed the words “I’m sorry”.
Her mother nodded and replied “I know”.
Looking down at her mother’s pussy, Rajnandini tentatively reached out her hand to touch it. Her mother was trembling, her pussy felt so smooth.
“That’s it little one” Mustaq said, pulling closer, “Give it a kiss”.
Rajnandini had never been this close to a pussy other than her own. Her mother smelled richer than her, more full-bodied, almost musky.
Mustaq was right next to her ear now. “Just French kiss it like you did me. Lots of tongue…that’s it.”
Rajnandini was warming slowly to the task now….. as Mustaq continued instructing, “Yes, rub her clit a little with your thumb…. Don’t stop with your tongue. There you go, get a little rhythm going”.
Her mother had very little taste. A bit salty maybe but nothing as strong as the smell. Rajnandini found herself pushing her tongue further in trying to find that juice that made this heady aroma.
However there was no denying of the effect…. this was having on Indrani. Her daughter’s tongue felt so good and her thumb drumming a beat on her clit….. was starting to have the desired effect the men had been waiting for. As her daughter continued her ministrations, Indrani was soon rewarded with a gush of moisture and her cunt began to lubricate.
The silence in the room was punctuated with the wet sounds of Rajnandini’s efforts.
Winking at Surindar, Mustaq then began to steer Rajnandini’s head drawing her first up and down then side-to-side. “Push a finger in your mother’s cunt. Try to meet your thumb through the wall of her cunt ”
This had the desired effect of stroking Indrani’s G-spot. The result was a small moan from her and a smile from both the intruders. Meanwhile moving his hand down on Rajnandini’s back, Surindar began gently stroking and kneading the young girls soft butt-cheeks. Curling a finger into her cunt from behind, he was rewarded with a grunt.
“That’s it slut, keep licking and finger-fucking your mother’s cunt. Your mother is getting wet now…. isn’t she Miss Dutta?”, Surindar asked.
Rajnandini moaned her response. Her soaked face was evidence of her mother’s moisture. Her own pussy, while wet to begin with, was now on fire from the massaging fingers of the Punjabi antisocial. The smell of cunts hung in the air.
Then looking to Nandan, Surindar could see his eight inches hard cock was throbbing and jerking in wild lust. “Your daughter is a pretty good muff diver… isn’t it Duttababu? You may want to bring her in to start things up for you in the future.”
Nandan could not take his eyes off the sight. His daughter, hair stuck to her face as her head moved back and forth, then up and down…. and at the same time, her fingers never stopped working his wife’s clit. Both the women were moaning now. He could clearly see the moisture forming on his daughter’s cunt lips as Mustaq’s finger sawed in and out of her cunt. And the smell…. The smell was heavenly. His cock was so hard it actually hurt.
At that moment, pushing Rajnandini aside, Mustaq heard groans from both women. He then kneeled between Indrani’s legs, his big cock was bobbing with a life of its own. “Good job Miss Dutta. This cunt is leaking puddles now!”
Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her wet face to him….. giving her an opened mouth kiss. He immediately felt her tongue trying to dance with his own. He could smell and taste the cunt of her mother on her lips. Knowing that he had orchestrated the whole thing was a huge turn on to him.
Then breaking the kiss, he took Rajnandini’s small hand and placed it on his hard cock. “Your mother is not used to something this big. Maybe you could help me feed it to her cunt”.
Rajnandini had never touched a massive cock like Mustaq anywhere. The thing had a life of it’s own. It seemed to almost breath. She could feel the steady pulse of it as it jumped in her hand. It was heavy and she could not get her fingers around it. Her eyes never left his cock.
Taking her hand in his own, Mustaq proceeded to stroke the length of it. A big pearl of pre-cum oozed from the head, dripping onto her hand. He helped her to spread it over his length. “Line it up now Nandini. That’s it…. just push the head into your mother’s cunt.”
The thing looked huge next to her mother’s hole. Surely it would never fit. Rajnandini began to fear for her mother. This thing would surely rip her apart. The head was not even in and she could feel her mother tensing.
Mustaq was pushing hard but meeting resistance. “Oh God Duttababu, your wife is so tight! It’s obvious she isn’t used to fucking this type of man-sized cocks. Don’t worry though, with your daughter’s help, here we will get it all in”.
In the ensuing silence, every one could hear a soft pop as Mustaq’s mushroom-size huze cock-head pushed past Indrani’s hot wet pussy lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh. ………” Indrani moaned, “Careful now, it’s so big. Give me a second to adjust.”
Indrani’s mind was racing. She felt stuffed and she had only accepted the head. How was she ever going to get the whole thing in. Surely she could not. Mustaq felt the warmth of Indrani’s cunt walls envelop his cock-head.
“Massage my balls Nandini, that’s a girl. Oh yea… that feels so good.” Mustaq’s balls were as big as his cock. Rajnandini could not hold both at the same time, still he seemed pleased just feeling her soft hand massaging them.
“Lets feed your mother some more cock Nandini”.
Rajnandini moved her hand back to his cock and tried to push more of this monster into her mother’s pussy. She could hear her mother groaning in protest but Mustaq would not be denied. He had been patient enough already. He wanted to feel his balls slapping her ass now.
So putting his weight behind it, he sunk his cock another inch and a half into Indrani’s tight cunt. Pulling all but the tip out, he pushed back in sinking another 2 inches in to her passage. “Half way there cunt”, he smiled with satisfaction. “I knew you could do it.”
Each time he sawed in and out of her mother, Rajnandini could watch more of his hard cock disappear. She had removed her hand now and was mesmerized by the sight in front of her. Her mother moaned with each push and Mustaq’s eyes were riveted to the point that joined them together.
With a final thrust, every one in the room could hear Mustaq’s balls slap against the matured Tolly heroine’s soft ass cheeks. He sighed and just held still, bathing in the warmth as he rested, ball deep in this hot Bengalee slut. He could feel the great actress’s cuntal walls massaging his cock….. almost like tiny fingers trying to draw him further still into her core.
Then grabbing Rajnandini by the back of the neck, Mustaq brought her up to him, kissing her deeply as he began to slowly pound….. in and out of her mother. When he felt Rajnandini’s hands on his neck, he knew he had hit pay dirt. She was liking this, a lot. Her hands were running through his hair now as he continued to tongue fuck her mouth while set up a thrusting rhythm in her mother’s tight cunt.
After sometime, breaking off his kiss, he pushed her away so that he could concentrate on fucking her mother below him. Indrani’s cunt was tight as a vice but she was now lubricating buckets and he was pounding her cunt in long hard strokes. Each time he would hit bottom, it was like he was letting the air out of her.
“Humph, humph, humph….. Ooooogggnnnnn…… Ooonnnnnn…… Ahhhhhhh……… yes….. yesssssss…… Ohhhhhhhmmmmmm….. fuckkkkk…. meeee….. haaaarrrddd” Indrani was not fighting him anymore, rather moaning in exquisite pleasures….. and just encouraging him do all the work by matching his thrusts.
Her ass was moving in small semi circles, which allowed him to constantly touch different parts of her cunt. She was now groaning….. howling madly…. totally forgotten her family’s humiliation and unmistakably building towards a massive climax.
Her cunt felt so good that Mustaq too could feel his ball begin to tingle with the tell tale signs of an upcoming orgasm. But not yet. Thinking about that, he pulled all the way out of her clutching pussy. That’s when he heard Indrani cried out, “Noooooo, please not now…. don’t stop, I am almost there….”
“Don’t worry Indudevi, you will get yours but my partner need to spread it around a little. Surindar, help me out here. Give this bitch some cock.” Mustaq winked at his colleague.
Not needing to be asked twice, Surindar moved into his boss’s position….. stroking his cock before he pushed it home in one smooth motion in Indrani’s emptied cunt. The rhythmic sounds of fucking started once again.
Looking at his partner and Indrani smilingly, Mustaq pulled Rajnandini towards him. He looked into her big dark eyes and said “Your turn Miss Dutta”.
Then placing his hands on her shoulder, he pushed her to her knees. Rajnandini was now eye level with Mustaq’s throbbing cock. “Your mother turned out to be a pretty good cock sucker, lets see if it runs in the family”.
His cock was shiny wet with her mother’s pussy-juices. It’s large head was leaking pre-cum. She then remembered the incident between herself and Gargi aunty few days ago at Kader’s office during her final audition when she had to face the similar situation. So this shouldn’t have been disgusting to Rajnandini…. instead her mouth just watered to lick and suck the monster.
Just then she noticed that Surindar was savagely fucking her mother with long hard strokes that were rapidly taking her back to the point where Mustaq had left off.
And getting the Punjabi’s hard pounding, Indrani was grunting through each thrust and was in another world. Her daughter was just feet away….. yet it had not registered with her what was about to happen. And her husband on the other hand had a ringside audience who was fully aware about the his family’s torture.
“Leave my daughter alone… you bastard.” Nandan shouted, “You promised… you would leave her out of this. It’s bad enough what you made her do to her mother, but don’t make her do this too.”
Nandan’s outburst brought his wife Indrani out of her fuck stupor. Seeing her daughter on her knees before Mustaq, she instantly knew that things had taken a dangerous turn.
“Mustaq please, don’t humiliate her,” Indrani said as seductively as she could, “You want a real woman. Let me suck your cock. Let me suck you while your partner fucks me from behind.”
Indrani knew the only way to save her daughter was to make the man want her more. She smiled her most sexy smile, crooked a finger and waved him over. Her husband couldn’t believe his ears. Here was his beautiful celeb wife begging these animals to fuck her from both sides at the same time. She was smiling and waving Mustaq over. A regular party for her while he was hog-tied in a chair forced to watch the whole thing!
“You fucking Slut”, Nandan shouted at his wife. “How could you do this, beg two men to take you at the same time, and in front of me and our daughter. You love this, don’t you? Fucking whore”. Nandan was almost spit the words.
Mustaq smiled to himself. Of course he had seen through Indrani’s pathetic attempt to distract him right away. And her husband was as stupid as he looked tied to that chair.
“Shut up both of you. Duttababu, you just have to face it, your wife is a cock-starved whore. She has been starved for cock the whole time she has been married to you. I don’t know if she has been quenching her thirst through her producers or directors. Now that she sees what she has been missing…. of course it will bring out her sluttish tendencies.”
Saying this, Mustaq took Rajnandini’s chin in his hand and tipping her head back to look into her eyes, he continued. “As for your daughter here, well folks, I lied. There is just no way I am going to get out of here without sampling some of this young stuff.”
Surindar heard his boss’s commanding and let out a chuckle as he began to pummel the mature Tolly Queen more savagely again with his fat cock.
Rajnandini swallowed hard. Part of her wanted this, part of her was terrified. The only two cocks she had ever been with were her boyfriend Akash and the Bangladeshi film-producer Kader. She had sex a very few times with Akash and it had been awkward and quick each time. But with Kader and Gargi aunty, it was a memorable one which always moistened her panties whenever she remembered it.
She had never used her mouth on her boyfriend and usually only needed to use her hand to get him off. And now the shiny circumcised wet cock of Mustaq was staring her in the face….. it was something different entirely.
Mustaq grabbed it in his hand and stroked it’s length….. forcing a large drop of clear liquid to seep from the end. Rajnandini’s eyes followed the drop….. it began to drip down the shaft.
Pulling her jaw down, Mustaq simply ordered, “Open”.
His cock smelled like her mother’s beautifully scented pussy-juices and her mouth started to water. He pointed the end of his cock at the perfectly shaped “O” of her sweet mouth. Placing the cock-head on her tongue, he instantly felt the warmth of her oral cavity. She just sat there, not really knowing what to do.
“Use your tongue Miss Dutta, just like when we kissed…… bathe my cock with your tongue. Clean your mother’s cunt-juices off from it”. Mustaq directed the confused aspiring actress.
This got things started and Rajnandini began to twirl her tongue around the head of Mustaq’s darkish cock-head. “Lots of spit now.”
Mustaq was still holding her chin and throat with one hand. He placed his free hand on the back of her head….. allowing him to control her movements. He began using her head for his pleasure, almost masturbating with it.
Rajnandini was not sure if she really liked this. With Mustaq holding her head, she had no control. As he began fucking her mouth with steadier strokes, he began feeding her more of his cock. Every once in a while he would go too far and she would feel the head nudge up against her throat causing her to gag.
“Oh yeah, that’s music to my ears. Gag on that big cock Miss Dutta”. Mustaq groaned in ecstasy.
Rajnandini felt him pull her face towards his groin and felt the head of his cock pushing against her throat. Her cheeks puffed out as she tried to gag but Mustaq was not allowing her to pull back.
“Deeper cunt, I want your nose buried in my pubics. Not bad for your first time for a massive tool” Mustaq praised, “You got most of it, I have an idea….”
Surindar meanwhile had the matured heroine up on her knees in doggy style and was plowing her from behind. This left a bit of room down on the bottom of the bed. Taking Rajnandini by the hair, Mustaq drew her to her feet and pushed her towards the bed.
She sat down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked so hot with her hair a mess and her medium size tits heaving on her chest. Pulling her down on the bed, Mustaq positioned the young heroine on her back….. and dragged her towards her father.
Rajnandini’s head was now hanging off the edge. Looking into her big dark eyes, her father could see that she was frightened. He struggled uselessly against his bonds. Seeing the look, Mustaq walked around behind him, bringing his mouth close to his ear, and said, “This should be a good view Duttababu. Just let me know if my ass gets in the way.”
With a hearty laugh, Mustaq clapped Nandan on the shoulders and headed for the bed. “Open” was all he said as he positioned himself above the frightened girl. Mustaq knew that from this angle, he had a clear shot down in Rajnandini’s throat. From this position, he would surely be able to bottom out in the girl’s mouth.
As an added bonus, he was in complete control from here. And from his hunching motion, Nandan could tell that Mustaq was feeding his his daughter cock. As her eyes got bigger, Nandan knew he was feeding her more.
Despite his outrage, there was no mistaking the fact, that Nandan was rock hard. His own eight inches hard cock was leaking copious amounts of fluid. On the one level he was watching his family getting savagely raped, on the other he was ringside for a wild live sex-show.
Rajnandini felt the huge cock forcing its way into her throat. Mustaq was fucking her face just like Surindar was fucking her mother’s pussy.
“Now Miss Dutta, you need to learn to breath on the pull backs. Just follow the rhythm.” Mustaq instructed.
Rajnandini tried and with a bit of effort….. found her self breathing in, while Mustaq pulled out. “Ok now, get ready, you’re going to take it deep”.
Rajnandini tensed as she felt Mustaq’s huze cock slip into her throat. Her gag reflex was easier to control from this position but the strange feeling of his hard cock sliding down her throat was still hard to take. Suddenly she felt his pubic hair on her nose.
“Oh yea, that’s what I’m talking about… all the way fucking down.”
Mustaq could feel her throat muscles pulling on his cock as if the promising actress was trying to encourage him deeper. He had no more to give….. she had all the ten inches buried in her mouth. Looking down at her, he could clearly see the bulge of his man meat in her throat. Easing back, he could hear her sucking in air.
“Good girl” He said as he fucked just the first couple of inches into her face stroking her forehead and smiling down. “One more time now.”
Nandan locked his eyes with his daughter as Mustaq began the journey back down her throat. The fear was now clearly gone from her eyes. As he bottomed out and his balls obstructed the view of his daughter’s eyes, Nandan realised that the fear had been replaced with…..Pride.
The little slut was proud of the fact that she could swallow all the ten inches of his meat. This realisation both infuriated and excited her father. The sounds coming from the head of the bed were getting louder now.
On the other hand, the great Tolly Queen Indrani Dutta was obviously building towards an orgasm. Each time the Punjabi intruder bottomed out, everyone in the room could hear her pleasuring grunt. Surindar too was groaning with each thrust.
“Oh, Oh fuck…. fuck me hard. …. I’m going to cum…..” Indrani moaned as Surindar gathered speed.
She could feel her orgasm building. This one would not be denied. Surindar was pounding her from behind madly. Each deep stroke provided friction against her clit.
He suddenly cried out “Take it you bitch, take my fucking Punjabi cum.”
As Indrani felt the first spray of the Punjabi antisocial’s hot cum wash the inside of her hungry pussy, she let the waves of her orgasm wash over her. Never in her life had she cum like this with her husband although she experienced it few times with Kader only. Never in her life had she even cum on her husband’s cock, only when he rubbed her afterwards or on those rare occasions when he ate her.
It started as a little squeal but built to a guttural scream as Indrani’s orgasm washed over her. Surindar kept fucking into her then…. just pulled her tight to his crotch…. empting his massive hot load into her aristocratic cunt.
Meanwhile stepping away from Rajnandini, Mustaq surveyed the situation with Surindar and Indrani. “Fuck, you came in her, didn’t you, ass hole?”
Surindar had kind of a crooked smile on and shrugged his shoulders.
“She’s going to be all sloppy now,” Mustaq continued, “How am I supposed to put my cock in that?”
“Oh fuck you, Mustaqda,” Surindar said with a dismissive wave. “If it bothers you so much, then have your little slut there clean her mother’s cunt”.
Mustaq smiled as a better thought occurred to him. “Fuck that, I have other plans for Miss Dutta here. Maybe we should put Duttababu to work instead?”
As the final waves of Indrani’s orgasm subsided, she listened with interest to this discussion of what to do with the cum deposited in her cunt. As sick as it was, there was no denying the pleasure she had derived from her daughter’s recent bout of cunt lapping.
In her current state, Indrani knew it would take very little to get her over again. When she heard Mustaq’s suggestion, she felt a shiver go through her. Why in the world would the thought of her husband being forced to eat the cum of her rapist, right out of her pussy, excite her like this?
But hearing Mustaq’s suggestion, Nandan instantly felt ill. He was no fan of eating his wife’s pussy. He only did it on rare occasions when his wife asked and only then after making her clean herself. The thought of eating her used snatch was sickening.
“Yea, I like that idea”, said Mustaq. “What do you think Duttababu, are you ready to eat your wife’s fucked up pussy?”
Mustaq moved towards Nandan. Taking the knife from the dresser he circled around behind him and smoothly cut the rope binding his hands. Then he sternly said, “Do any thing stupid there Duttababu and I will cut you like a fish. Are we clear?”
Nandan felt his stomach growl. Bringing his hands in front of him, he rubbed his wrists, trying to get the blood circulation going.
“Go on Duttababu, get your legs free, your holding up the party” Mustaq said waving the knife.
Unsteadily Nandan reached down and struggled with the ropes tying his legs to the chair. His mind raced as he considered what he was soon to be forced to do. Rising to his feet for the first time since this ordeal began, he felt Mustaq’s hand in the small of his back pushing him towards the bed.
“Out of the way Miss Dutta”, Mustaq said, “Make room for your father”.
Rajnandini scrambled to her feet…. brushing the hair away from her eyes. Surindar was standing now by the bed absently stroking his spent up cock. And Indrani was still on her hands and knees in the doggy position looking over her shoulder at her husband.
“Lie down on the bed Duttababu,” Mustaq ordered….. pushing Nandan forward. Nandan moved as in a trance. “On your back now, there you go”.
From his lying position, he could see his beautiful young daughter staring down at him, biting her lip and trying to cover her young pussy with her hands. He also saw his tormentor smiling towards Surindar who was behind him and could feel the bed move as his wife turned to see what was happening.
“Indudevi, I want you to sit on your husband’s face. Put your knees on each side of his head and let him clean up that messy cunt of yours.”
Indrani didn’t need to be asked twice. Hearing Mustaq’s words, even in that fearful state, she felt her pussy began to spasm. This was so wrong yet her body was responding to the wicked idea. Crawling down the bed, she looked down into her husbands eyes.
“We have no choice honey. Just do what they say”. Indrani said in a pitiful tone.
Then straddling on her beloved husband’s face, the famous Tolly actress positioned herself directly over his head. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy-lips and she felt a wave of desire roll over her.
“Open your lips for your husband,”, Mustaq instructed, “Get your cunt on his mouth”.
Indrani did as directed…. using both her hands to open her puffy cunt-lips wide apart for her husband….. she slowly settled down into position.
To be continued……
