The inhibitions had gone with liquor and modesty had gone with Varun, Sharma started stripping me. He lunged and grabbed me in a tight embrace from rear. He pulled the "pallu" of my sari. He unraveled my saree by taking out the pleats and I am in my skirt and blouse. Sharma rolled up the skirt and bunched it around my waist. He began feeling my ass cheeks, licking my naked back, which is very smooth and tight.
Ahmed had pulled my blouse cup down and licked my left boob. He removed the drool of his driver from my left breast and replaced it with his. Sharma also moved in front, towed another cup, lashed his tongue on my right breast and he removed the drool of their driver and replaced it with his on my right boob. As I hoped, they did not recognize the cigar smell from my tits.
"Oh God... look at how firm they are, in spite of being so huge, no sag at all and they are very smooth and tight!" Sharma exclaimed.
"They are not properly used at all," Ahmed rudely replied and smacked on my left breast.
Here was I, an innocent happy homemaker, standing between two strangers, with my blouse cups tottered and my breasts exposed, my skirt was rolled up and my ass and pussy divulged. The embarrassment and excitement quickly stimulated my nipples. My nipples were taut as the bosses were sucking licking and biting my tits, nipples and aureoles.
I resolved myself to accept what is happening, not to worry any more, and to enjoy equally as my lovers enjoying me. Pathetic mood will not solve any problem. "When the rape is inevitable one has to enjoy it." I told myself, "At this stage I should not think that what was going on was scurrilous and taunt. However I was on a mission and it must be executed perfectly."
"Let's go to bed room," I begged them.
I was almost naked between the two men whom I never saw before. Both the fully dressed men had lead me to our bedroom. We walked to the bedroom. I was in the middle and both guys have their arms around me, one palm each on my hips. I felt awkward, as I was the only one who is naked. I was sure both the leprechauns were watching my breasts jiggle as we walked down the hallway. Feeling proud, I held them out as far as I can.
"Oh! We forgot the drinks," said so Sharma went back to bring the bottle and glasses.
Ahmed grappled fondling, very hard, my breasts and me from behind. I feel his crotch hunching against my naked butt. He leaned over and kissed me roughly on the neck. Ahmed now had sole access to both my boobs, and he started smacking them from the sides one by one, and pinching my nipples. He took each one of my breasts covered by his large palms and squeezed my breasts very harsh, to the point of being painful.
"Handle with care, sir, Oh ... not so hard ... they're tender," I turned my head back and urged him.
"This is the real way to handle a whore's tits, Soozee." Ahmed kissed me on my lips and continued to crush my tits.
Sharma emerged with the basket and a glass filled drink. "You must drink this."
"No, sir, I never drink."
"You have to, bitch, you have to," commanded Ahmed and with that, he grabbed my hair from behind, made my face upwards. Sharma put the glass at my mouth. I tried to say something in protest, but Sharma started cramming the scotch down my throat. I had no choice but to gulp it down. Yet, Sharma was pouring the drink so fast that a lot of it spilled and dribbled out side of my mouth and ran down to my chest. Finally, Sharma had emptied the whole glass, half of it down my throat and half of it down my chest. He mixed it very strong, so it had its effect on me immediately.
Sharma licked the scotch from my chest and then put the basket in bedroom and came out to join us. Two lovers flanked my sides in full dress and we moved unison to the bedroom. Their hands are around me one hand each on my ass and one hand each on my chest. We entered the bedroom.
"Don't call us Sir, from now, its sounds awkward. We are your lovers call us with some kinky nicknames. That turn us more," Sharma, informed.
"OK. Why don't you undress my boys?" I responded in a husky voice.
Sharma immediately started undressing and Ahmed removed his coat and ordered, "It's your duty to undress me, you slut."
"I''ll do my Imthicock." I rejoined and tried to unhook my dangling blouse first.
"Keep it like that and also the skirt. You are looking slutty with them. I like it."
The blouse cups were dangling down, the skirt was bunched up, and nudity was better than this obscenity but I have no other go except to accept.
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pant and dragged down his pants and underwear in one motion. Ahmed was not huge, but circumcised. This is the first circumcised cock I ever saw. He had a normal amount of pubic hair. His dick was thin. It was about five and half inches long and smooth with a nice thick head. It was half-erect. I kissed on it and stood again and I reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them.
He removed his shirt and dragged me roughly by my tits to the bed and he sat on the edge of the bed and wrenched my tits to him. "Suck it, bitch." he adjured.
"No, Imthibaby, I never suck any cock." I acted so that they should think that their cocks are the first ones I sucked, ever.
"You have to; if this is first time I'll instruct you how to do." Ahmed snapped.
I kissed him on his bald head and replied, "I'll obey whatever my lover orders but I inform you, I did not suck till now. Don't forget that I was an innocent house wife till today morning."
Ahmed's face shone with glaze. He was satisfied with my answer and entreated, "You are going to suck me as I tell you to." "Yes, sir," I answered submissively as I bent over to his cock and kissed on its bulbous. Once he heard me say it, he slapped my face with his cock. I looked down at his cock, the head moist with wetness, my hand wrapped around the base and waited for Ahmed's instructions.
"Lick my shaft first and then all over the head" He said in a gruff voice. "Do it nice and slow. Use the tip of your tongue."
I gently pumped his dick with hand and licked his shaft with my tongue. The moment my tongue touched his cock he shuddered. "I've been wanting this mouth for so fucking long," he said crudely. I felt him swell against my tongue. I licked up the shaft then rolled my tongue all over his bulbous head. I kissed the tip and gently licked his pre-cum.
"Oh yea, that's the right way to do it." Ahmed moaned encouragingly, running his fingers through my hair.
"Now lick down one side and up the other," he said, pushing my hair out of my face so he could see.
As Ahmed held my hair and cumbered my head down on his dick, I could not see what Sharma was doing and I wondered where he was! I bent on par with the bed and my ass is high in the air. As soon as I thought of Sharma, I felt his breath on my ass. He started licking my fannies. I tried to look back leaving Ahmed's dick and Sharma knelt behind me and licking my buttocks vigorously.
Ahmed caught my hair tightly and pulled my head back to his cock. I felt Sharma's hands on my rear; he was spreading the cheeks of my ass. I felt his tongue pushing into my hind hole; his hand moved between my legs and reached my soaking pussy.
"Now take it all in," his voice rough, "I want to see my whole cock disappear in your mouth!" Ahmed croaked.
I fellated him using just my mouth with all the skills I'd learned. He was appreciative, at least in action. He had his hands on my head and was holding me softly, caressing my hair as I was basically make-shift glory-holing him.
As I slid him deeper and deeper, Ahmed let out a groan as I took his cock in all the way to the base and fluttering my tongue on bulbous.
"Your curves of the body and your arse up there are fucking hot, my dear slutty house wife." Ahmed commented lewdly.