The next morning dawned bright and crisp, sunlight filtering through the penthouse curtains as Nandini stirred awake in the massive bed. Her body ached pleasantly from the previous night's tender preparations, a soft reminder of her husbands who can't jeep their hands to themselves. Maanav and Manik were already up, dressed in sharp suits that hugged their broad shoulders and tapered waists, their dark hair neatly combed. They leaned over her, each pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead and lips, their hands stroking her bare skin under the sheets. 'Jaan, we have an important meeting at the office today,' Maanav murmured, his voice deep and reassuring as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. 'But we'll be thinking of you every second.' Manik nodded, his fingers tracing her collarbone before pulling away reluctantly. We can't wait to come back to you.' With final kisses that left her lips tingling, they left, the door clicking shut beh...
Manik was in his room looking at his student Nandini who knelt on the floor. So my dear little sl#t let’s start with your punishment Manik said as he pulled her skirt up revealing her naked pu$$y and thrusted a 10 inch vibrator deep in and turned it on the highest.
Turning the camera on, he tore her shirt and brought her 36 dd B@@bs out of her bra which now bounced as the vibrator moved inside her. Nandini gasped as the cold air hit her exposed skin. Manik roughly grabbed her breasts, pinching and twisting her Ni*ples until they were hard and red. He slapped them, watching them bounce and jiggle.
"You've been a very naughty girl," Manik growled. "And naughty girls get punished." He grabbed a fistful of Nandini's hair, yanking her head back. Tears pricked her eyes from the pain, but she didn't dare make a sound. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside her, making her whole body shake Manik roughly grabbed Nandini's chin, forcing her to look at the camera. "Let's see how well you can hold yourself together, my little sl#t," he sneered. "I want to hear you beg." The vibrations intensified, making Nandini's body shake uncontrollably.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but small whimpers escaped despite her efforts. Manik circled around her trembling form, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. "Please..." Nandini finally gasped out. "Please, sir..." "Please what?" Manik demanded, grabbing her hair again and pulling her head back sharply. "Please... fuck me, fuck me like a dirty sl#t I Manik grinned wickedly, pleased by Nandini's desperate pleas. He roughly shoved her face-down onto the floor, keeping the vibrator buried inside her as he positioned himself behind her. "Since you asked so nicely," he growled, unzipping his pants. In one swift motion, he entered her forcefully, eliciting a cry of mingled pain and pleasure from Nandini.
He began thrusting vigorously, one hand gripping her hip while the other pushed down on her back, keeping her pinned. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly, stimulating them both as Manik pounded into her mercilessly. "Is this what you wanted, you filthy Wh#re?" he snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. Nandini could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the dual sensations Nandini's body shuddered as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her. The combined sensations of the vibrator and Manik's relentless pounding pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't you dare cum without permission," Manik growled, sensing her approaching climax. He increased his pace, slamming into her with bruising force. Nandini whimpered, struggling to hold back her release. Her fingers clawed at the floor as she fought against her body's urges. "Please sir," she gasped. "Please may I cum?" Manik grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back painfully.
"Not yet, sl#t. You'll cum when I say you can." He continued his merciless assault on her body, reveling in the sight of her writhing beneath him. As he felt she was close so he removed his C#ck from her hole making her plead. "Please... fuck me, fuck me like the dirty sl#t I am,"
Nandini begged, her voice hoarse with desire. Manik grinned wickedly. "That's more like it." He roughly yanked the vibrator out, making Nandini cry out. In one swift motion, he thrust himself deep inside her, groaning at her tight, wet heat.
He pounded into her mercilessly, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other twisted in her hair. Nandini moaned wantonly, pushing back against him. "You like that, don't you, you filthy Wh#re?" Manik growled. "Tell me how much you love my C#ck." "I love it! I love your C#ck so much, sir!" Nandini cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Please don't stop!"Fuck me. Your filthy body is mine B#tch "Your filthy body is mine, B#tch," Manik snarled, slamming into Nandini even harder. His grip on her hair tightened painfully as he used it for leverage.
"Yes! Yes, I'm yours!" Nandini screamed, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure. "Use me, sir! Use your dirty little sl#t!" Manik's thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax. He released Nandini's hair to grab both her hips, pulling her back onto his C#ck with bruising force. "Cum for me now, Wh#re," he commanded through gritted teeth. As if on cue, Nandini's body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her inner walls clenched around Manik's shaft, pushing him over the edge. With a groan he filled her up with his seeds. Removing his C#ck Manik roughly wiped his C#ck on Nandini's breasts, smearing them with the remnants of his release.
He then delivered a series of sharp slaps to her ass, watching as the pale flesh turned pink under his hand. "Thank you, sir," Nandini gasped out between strikes. "Thank you for using this filthy Wh#re." Satisfied, Manik stood up and looked down at Nandini's trembling form. "We're not done yet." My clients are coming so you'll be their cumdump dor a day. Before that you'll be getting your new tattoos.
Comments
Post a Comment