Innocent Divya's Degeneration

Patel was ecstatic. He told his assistant at the counter that he was taking Divya to the store room to show her some fresh stock. The assistant who had been watching everything unfold on the cctv cameras nodded knowingly. Patel had fucked female employees and maids in the back in the past. But he was surprised that Patel had actually managed to lure a young hot customer from a good family.

Divya followed Patel down the stairs in the back into the basement store room area. Patel felt his dick getting hard even at the thought that this young beauty would soon be fucked by it.

Divya could not believe what a slut she was turning into. This time she hadn't even been blackmailed or forced. Just a little bit of flirting and inappropriate touching and she had fallen for the ugly old man's wiles. A part of her was feeling very guilty and screaming that she should get out of there. But that voice was getting smaller and smaller with each step.

Divya and Patel finally reached the storeroom basement. She looked around and saw that the place was packed. lots of sacks and boxes. If Patel had any lans to do something with her, she wondered if there was even room for it.

"Come with me." Patel grabbed Divya's soft hand and started leading her towards the back. As he walked, Divya could notice that there was now a tent in his pants under his big belly.

"Where are we going?" Divya shyly asked.

"The shrikhand, remember?" he said.

Divya thought that had just been an excuse and wondered if she had misread the old man's signals. But she hadn't. Patel wanted the process to be slow and enjoyable. He took her to a big fridge section in the back. There, he took out a big box of shrikand.

Opening the box, he dipped a finger inside and picked up a gob of the dessert.

"Try this." he extended the finger towards Divya who opened her mouth and took it inside.

"Mmmmm..." Divya said, licking the finger clean and then sucking on it a few seconds suggestively. "Very delicious."

"Have some more." Patel recognized the hidden signal in her extensive sucking of his finger. This time he dipped two fingers in and put them in Divya's mouth. She sucked them clean and this time, put her hands on Patel's hairy wrist and stroked it.

Patel could not believe his luck. Not only was this young slut horny, but she also seemed to be a blowjob enthusiast.

He quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. It was about 6 inches and of average girth. He took a gob out of the box and smeared it on his dick.

"Want another taste?" he asked.

Divya stared at the erect dick. It wasn't the biggest she had had by any means, but she was horn that the sight of any dick would have made her cunt start creaming. She was also delighted at the naughty tactics Patel was using. His personality started reminding her more and more of her old lover Mehra back in India. If only Mayank were this imaginative and spontaneous. Except for shower sex, his approach had been very vanilla.

Divya bent forward in her waist and wrapped her lips around Patel's dick, licking the shrikhand. Its sweet taste was mixed with the salty bitter aroma of his dick secretions.

"Ohhh wow!!" Patel closed his eyes and sighed. Her young mouth felt so amazing wrapped around his dick.

Divya put her right hand under his balls and with her left hand, grabbed the dick shaft as she paid special attention to the head. Her head brushed against Patel's big paunch over his shirt.

Now having gotten this slut so easily in his control and sucking his dick, Patel decided to take a look at her body. Even fully clothes, she looked so hot. He bent down and saw her dupatta and her mangalsutra swaying back and forth as her mouth kept working. As Divya stayed bent over, he reached for the back of her kameez and started pulling it up. He unhooked the buttons in the back and started pulling the kameez off her body.

Divya took a momentary break from sucking the fat old man's dick to let him take her kameez off. Her dupatta though, stayed wrapped around her neck.

Patel reached down and felt the boobs through her black bra.

"Oh these tits are amazing." he said, scooping them out of the bra cups. He noticed that Divya's nipples were so erect that they could cut glass.

Using both his hands to reach under Divya's torso, he mauled her exposed swinging tits as she kept sucking his dick. Divya like the feel of his rough chubby fingers on her boobs. She loved how he pinched her nipples. She kept sucking his dick, but at a slow pace because unlike with Jose, she didn't want him to cum too early.

Divya need not have worried. Patel was blessed with the ability to keep going on and on unlike her prematurely ejaculating husband. He was also a lot more skilled with his hands. He didn't just fondle Divya's massive jugs, but caressed her back and shoulders and neck expertly. Divya started moaning in pleasure even with his dick in her mouth. Her pussy was already moist. Patel's hands started making her positively wet.

In a couple of minutes, Divya couldn't take it anymore. She took his dick out of her mouth and straightened. Patel loved how her mangalsutra swayed with her boobs as she did so. He thought maybe she had changed her mind. But he was surprised and delighted at what Divya did next.

Divya used her right hand to untie the knot of her salwar. It was loose so it fell to the ground immediately. Patel's eyes went down to her pussy. She was wearing black panties, but even through the black fabric, he could see a wet spot on her crotch. This slut was really horny, he thought to himself. Here she was standing in his store basement with her salwar around her ankles, clad only in her black panties and the dupatta around her neck in addition to the mangalsutra her husband had only recently solemnized the marriage with. And she was horny as a street bitch in heat.

Patel slipped his hand inside her panties. The moistness was all over. He effortless slipped his two fingers into her cunt. Divya closed her eyes, hugged this fat man, and moaned, as she remembered how Mehra used to play with her clit.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Divya closed her eyes and moaned.

"Maza aa raha hai? (Having fun?)" Mehra switched to Hindi.

"Haan. (yes)" Divya replied.

"Chudwana hai jaldi? (Want to get fucked soon?)"

Divya nodded.

Patel grabbed the dupatta around her neck with his other hand and pulled on it.

"Theek se jawaab de, raand. Chudwana hai jaldi? (Answer properly, whore. Want to get fucked soon?)" he growled.

The submissive side of Divya was tickled by his sudden switch to dominant behavior. She felt the dupatta tighten around her throat. Her ears went red at the dirty language he was using. But she felt aroused by it even more.

"Jee haan, chudwana hai jaldi. (Yes, I want to get fucked soon.)" she replied, breathing heavily as Patel's fingers continued to fuck her cunt.

"Kitni jaldi? (How soon?)" Patel asked,

"Abhi ke abhi. (Right away)" Divya hungrily replied.

"Chal phir. (Then come on)" Patel said.

He took his hand out of her panties and with his other hand, dragged her behind him by the dupatta. Divya stumbled because of the salwar around her legs and fell to the floor. But Patel kept pulling. Divya kicked her salwar off and walked on her hands and knees on the dusty floor behind this fat old grocer like a pet dog.

Patel chuckled at how easily she was accepting his rough behavior and saw the potential for more fun. As he pulled her behind him, he bent down and spanked her panty covered ass a couple of times. How delicious she looked, Patel thought fondling his dick with his other hand.

Patel finally stopped near a spot where there were piles of grain sacks. he pulled her by the dupatta like he would pull a dog and signaled for her to climb on top of a smaller stack of sacks. Divya obediently got on top of the sacks, about 3 feet off the ground. She stayed on all fours and thrust her ass backwards to entice him.

"Kaisi gaand hila rahi hai, besharam? (Look at how shamelessly you are shaking your ass)" Patel said and spanked her again.

"Owww! Owww!" Divya said in response.

"Pati chodta nahin kya ghar pe? (Doesn't your husband fuck you at home)" Patel put two fingers into the waistband of her panties.

"Chodta hai. (He does fuck me)" Divya breathlessly replied.

"Toh fir? Uska lund kya bahut chhota hai? (Then? is his dick very small?)" Patel said as he slowly lowered her panties.

Patel felt a big surge of pleasure in his dick. As he had implied to Divya earlier, he was primarily an ass man. As this big round upturned creamy ass came into view, he could not believe his luck that this was actually happening, not just a wet dream.

"Bol! (Answer me!)" Patel spanked her naked ass.

Divya went red but didn't say anything. She was already sinning by cheating on her husband. She did not feel right adding to the sins by trash talking him to some random guy. So she decided to give a different naughty response.

"Patel uncle, please mujhe jaldi chodiye (Patel uncle, please fuck me right away)"

Patel was thrilled at her horny response. He also realized that she didn't want to trash her husband so he let it go.

"Abhi le, raand! (Here you go, whore)" he said and finally shoved his dick into the young housewife's waiting wet cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!" Divya cried out in satisfaction as her hungry waiting pussy finally got some hard meat inside it.

Patel put his thick rough hands on her slender naked waist and started pumping this young tart's cunt with full force.

"Saali, choot toh badi tight hai teri. (Slut, your cunt is quite tight)" he said. he didn't know that it had been even tighter before Chad invaded it.

Divya put her head on the grain sack, closed her eyes, and expunged all feelings of guilt and shame as the waves of pleasure from this skillful old man's fucking surged through her body.

"Aur gaand bilkul kaddu ki tarah hai, gol-matol (And your ass is just like a pumpkin, round and full)" he took one hand off her waist and started spanking her ass cheeks simultaneously.

"Ahhh!! Ahhhh!! Ahhhh!!" Divya groaned in response to each spank.

Patel took a break from the trash talk as he focused on pummeling the cunt of the young hot woman less than half his age. he loved how she was making sexual noises, being very cooperative and loved how her cunt-walls felt against his dick.

Five minutes later, Divya's phone rang in her purse on the other side of the store room.

"My phone." she said, between sexual grunts.

"Ignore it." Patel growled, not wanting a break from the fucking.

"Please uncle, it could be from my family." Divya begged.

"Hmpf." Patel reluctantly took his dick out.

Divya jumped off the sacks and ran to get her phone. He watched with a sense of triumph and appreciation as her big round ass jiggled and her huge tits swayed as Divya held the dupatta around her neck to one side.

"Hello." Divya responded in as normal a voice as possible.

"Hello my sweet little puta." came Jose's voice. "I have some free time now."

"Oh...ummm..." Divya thought about what to do.

Patel meanwhile approached her, Grabbed her by the hair and made her bend forward standing until her face was against the fridge glass door.

"Who is it? Your husband?" Patel asked in English.

"Who was that?" Jose heard this and felt suspicious.

"Just a second, Jose." Divya said and out her hand on the mouthpiece. "What are you doing?" she asked.

The reason for this is that Patel had slowly started entering her again.

"Chod raha hoon. Jose kaun hai? Tera driver aashiq? (Fucking you, of course. Who is Jose? Your driver lover?)"

Divya nodded.

"Bula le usey yahaan." Patel said and started fucking Divya in slow strokes.

Divya kept her voice as level as possible and said,

"I am at the Indian grocery store. Come join me here."

"Tell him to come to the door in the back."

"Come to the door in the back." Divya said and hung up.

Jose could make out from the heavy breathing that Divya was probably being fucked. But in the Indian grocery store?

Who cares, he thought and immediately started the car.

Divya's palms got cold as she used them to support her body against the fridge door. Her face, right next to the door, also felt cold. Patel was delighted at the way her tits swung back and forth heavily as he fucked her from behind. He then had another idea.

He grabbed the dupatta still wrapped around the next and pulled at it like a horse's reins. Divya's head swung backwards making her arch her back. That gave even better access for Patel's cock to ram her cunt.

"Toh yeh driver kitni baar chodta hai? (So how often does this driver fuck you)"

"Hngggg. Abhi tak. Aahhhh. Nahi. (Not till now)" Divya replied between grunts.

That's when the storeroom door opened and some footsteps walked down the stairs.. Divya assumed it was Jose. But then she remembered that he had been told to come through the back door. She turned her head to see who it was.

"EEEEEEEEEEE!!" Divya screamed, put her hands on her tits, and moved off Patel's dick as she saw the new entrant was a young man she had seen doing odd jobs around the store.

When he came down to the basement, he was stunned. He had been told by the assistant that Patel was banging someone downstairs. He was used to Patel doing that here frequently with women who worked there and maids. But they were all either fat or ugly or poor. When he saw that Patel was banging an ethereal young beauty that he had seen in the store before with her mother-in-law, he was amazed. How had the old dog managed this, he wondered, and smiled.

"Kya hai, Chhotu? (What is it)" Patel yelled at the 19 year old. Patel did not even bother to conceal his hard dick.

"Sorry saab, I had to restock the cold drinks." he said, staring at the naked pussy of the beautiful young woman.

"Okay. Come with me." he grabbed Divya by the dupatta like a leash again.

Patel saw an opportunity to show off in front of this young man. He had just accomplished the greatest sexual conquest of his life. he also liked the idea of making this rich upper class woman act like a slut for a lowly servant boy.

Chhotu went to the fridge and watched in amazement at how the gorgeous memsaab was so willingly being pushed around naked by his ugly old boss. She was totally naked except for the dupatta. The boss was wearing his shirt but was naked from the waist underneath. The boy thought of the Hindi saying "langoor ke moon mein angoor". He was amazed when Patel spanked Divya's ass hard a couple of times as he dragged her back to the sacks. The boy admired her big white round naked ass.

Divya was struggling to walk with the dupatta pulling at her neck. She still had her hands covering her boobs.

"Ay raand! (Aye whore!)" Patel slapped her hands. "Kya sati savitri ban rahi hai? Pehle to gaand hila rahi thi bandariya ki tarah. Ab becharey Chhotu se mammey chhupa rahi hai? (Why are you pretending to be so decent? Earlier you were swaying your but around lie a monkey. Now why are you hiding your tits from poor Chhotu?)"

Chhotu was amazed at the kind of language Patel was using. Divya felt her ears turn red. She was feeling humiliated being insulted like this in front of the young servant. But it was also turning her on. She had already gotten used to the idea of an audience thanks to her previous experiments. Soon she came to terms with the idea of Chhotu just standing there staring at her.

Patel sat on the grain sacks. Then he grabbed Divya by her naked waist and pulled her back making her sit on his dick facing away from him. Chhotu watched in amazement as his boss' erect dick easily slid into the young woman's moderately hairy cunt. He grabbed a couple of crates of the cold drinks and walked closer to where the two were fucking. Patel usually didn't like an audience. But Chhotu realized that his horny old boss seemed to be on a power trip, using Divya like a sex slave. Maybe he could get lucky too, Chhotu thought. He hadn't fucked a woman in months except for a prostitute back in India before he immigrated to Texas.

Divya placed her palms on Patel's hairy thighs and bobbed her ass up and down guided by Patel's hands on her waist. The dick slid in and out of her wet cunt easily. She kept her gaze down at the floor because despite being fully naked in this store room, she was feeling shy about being fucked in the company of Chhotu.

Chhotu watched the depraved sight mesmerized. This was better than any porn he had watched. His dick was soon pushing against his dusty pants. Patel saw this. He felt bad for the boy getting blue balls.

Patel grabbed Divya by the hair and pulled her head back until her face was next to his mouth.

"Kyun raand, humaare Chhotu ka chhotu choosegi? (So whore, will you suck our Chhotu's litle dick?" he asked.

Chhotu was delighted when Divya answered in a hoarse voice,

"Haan!"

He immediately whipped his 5 inch dick out of his pants and stepped forward.

Divya, who had been bouncing up and down on Patel's thighs and riding his dick throughout, bent forward, opened her mouth, and took Chotu's dick in her mouth. Chhotu closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. He could not believe that he was getting a blowjob from this rich stately beauty. That too while his box fucked her cunt.

Divya felt like such a whore as one dick was in her cunt and another in her mouth. Until now, she had never had more than one man at a time. Even the only threesome she had was with Kelly and Chad. The idea of two dicks was just too depraved for her to even comprehend.

Poor Chhotu wasn't very experienced. He was also sex starved. He grabbed Divya's bouncing boobs and the reality of the unfolding situation affected him so much that he started cumming in just a minute or so. His salty jizz flooded her mouth and she instantly swallowed it.

"Arre vah saab, issne to sab pee liya! (Oh wow sir, she swallowed it all)"

"Kya baat hai, meri raand! (Well done, my whore!)" Patel slapped Divya's ass a couple of times in appreciation. "Chal Chhotu, kaam pe lag (go back to work)."

Once Chhotu left with the cold drinks, Patel decided he wanted another change of position. He had been fucking this exquisite beauty for about fifteen minutes and he wanted to keep going. He slipped Divya off his lap. Divya moaned in disappointment at the fact that her cunt was empty.

"Kaisi havas ki bhooki hai! (You are so horny!)" Patel said.

Patel made Divya get on the sacks on her back. Then raising her legs and putting them on his shoulder, he started fucking her missionary style, staring into her big eyes.

He was about to say something to her when another employee walked in. He had heard about Chhotu's blowjob and wanted to try his own luck. Patel was only too happy to oblige. And Divya was too far gone to say no to anything.

For the next fifteen minutes, all the male employees came in her mouth one by one as Patel kept fucking her missionary style. Patel made sure there were enough guys upstairs to help the customers and run the counter. The rough jute sacks started hurting Divya's naked back. But Patel was showing no signs of cumming. The encounter with Chad had built up her stamina but still her thighs were starting to ache.

As the last employee was about to cum in her mouth, the back door to the storage room opened and some footsteps walked down the stairs.

"Hello? Divya mam?" Jose's voice floated over the air. "WHAT THE HELL???"

Jose was shocked at the sigh her saw. The fat old grocery owner, wearing just a shirt, was ramming his dick in and out of his beloved Divya mam's cunt. And she was sucking the dick of some random young Indian man who clearly worked there.

"You must be Jose." Patel nonchalantly said in English. "Sorry, we started without you."

For a few moments, Jose thought that these men had forced themselves upon Divya. He felt rage and thought of beating them up. But then his eyes fell on the part of Divya's butt cheeks on the sack spread apart as Patel's modest dick ravaged it. He saw her cunt lips pulsating and her thighs lovingly wrapped around Patel's waist pulling him in. And her mouth was hungrily sucking semen from the other guy's dick. And then he saw that once the guy took his dick out, Divya just rested her head back on the sack and swallowed it loudly.