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.