Hey, my name is Dev, a 35-year-old software employee working for my boss, Raj, who is 41 years old. My wife, Pooja, is 28 years, 36-28-32 fig. Search for Jyothi Rai, so you can imagine my wife while you fuck her in the story.
It was an office party, my wife wore a pink saree, a perfectly fit black bra to her curves, and every movement, her boobs bounced with each step.
Me: Behave properly; this is not your house. You humiliated me once by not conceiving. Don’t dance and humiliate me again.
Pooja left the dance floor and went to a corner, crying.
Raj (my boss) heard our conversation and pulled out his phone, texted Rupa (friend of Pooja).
Raj: Rupa, get her. I want that bitch begging for my cock by next week. Promotion will be yours.
Rupa: Dev’s broken, Pooja. A real man would have given you children by now.
Pooja’s eyes widened, “He tries, Rupa. He really does.”
Rupa: Get a check-up by the doctor. Here you go, Dr Sharma is best for this issue.
The next day, Pooja and I visit Dr Sharma.
Sharma: Your condition is quite severe, Dev. Medication might help, but I am not sure. Both of you take these pills for a week. Red pill for Pooja and black pill for Dev.
Later that evening, Dr Sharma called Raj.
Sharma: I gave her the red pill, which will increase her sexual needs. She’s vulnerable. As planned, the husband’s cock will not work for a week.
The week went by. Pooja’s mind flooded with Rupa’s words. Then she saw him, Raj, shirtless after yoga in the office gym. His muscular chest is strong with sweat, perfect abs, and broad. He was everything Dev wasn’t. Rupa noticed Pooja’s stare.
Rupa: Told you, that’s a man built for breeding.
The next day, Rupa doubled the red pill dose. That night, fueled by desperation and pills, Pooja sent Raj some private photos—nude, vulnerable, pleading.
Pooja (called Raj): Please, Raj. I need a child. Dev can’t… please, fuck me. Make me pregnant.
Raj: Not interested.
Pooja cried when she told Rupa about the rejection.
Pooja: He said no. What’s wrong with me? Rupa, please help me.
Rupa drove Pooja to Raj’s guest house.
Rupa: She needs you. Dev’s been cruel, Raj. She deserves kindness.
Raj smiled—the predator sensing prey.
Raj: Come in, Pooja. We’ll talk.
The door clicked shut behind them. Raj’s eyes devoured her.
Raj: See, Pooja, I just don’t fuck women to get pregnant; I have a different way of sex and a different style. It might be rough and vulgar, if it’s ok, then we can go.
Pooja (fell on his knees): Anything, I will do anything, just put your seeds in me.
“Strip,” he commanded.
Pooja (hesitated). “Like now? I don’t think—”
Raj: STRIP!
He took some collar chains and tied her hard to the bed and made her walk like a dog. Now he blind folded her and hits her ass hard. Pooja screams with pain. He spread her legs wide apart and pushed violently a strong into her pussy.
Pooja: Please, this is not what I asked for.
Raj: If you want my cock, you listen to me bitch.
He smacks her again and again while the vibrator shakes inside her at high speed. Her ass is hit till it turns red. Pooja holds her chain tightly as she could not bear the pain. Raj ignored her, positioning himself at her pussy, he pulled out the vibrator.
With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her. Pooja screamed as his thick cock stretched her tight pussy painfully. It had never been so full, so invaded.
Raj: Take it all, whore.
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He pinched her nipples, smacked her breasts, and her screams echoed in the hallway.
Pooja: Please… stop…you are too rough.
Raj (laughed): Not until I’m done with you.
Suddenly, the door opened. Dr Sharma entered, already undressed.
Raj: Perfect timing. She’s ready for round two.
Pooja’s eyes widened. You? What are you doing here?
Sharma: helping you get pregnant, Pooja.
Pooja: No, both of you? I can’t take.
Raj lifts Pooja like a twig and places her pussy on Sharma’s head. Sharma licks the pussy inside out. Slowly, Pooja feels relieved from the pain, and pleasure starts to build.
Pooja: Oh, doctor Sharam, yes … just like that …
Sharma lubricates his cock in her mouth and slowly inserts it into her pussy.
Rajesh: Look at her, riding him like a slut. Now open your mouth wide.
Forcing his cock into her mouth, Pooja was trapped—filled from both ends.
Each push winded her pussy wall and stretched her legs wide apart.
Pooja: Doctor, you cock feels so good in me, please don’t stop, fuck me harder.
They both ramp her 15 minutes straight hard in her.
Dr Sharma cum first, pulling out and cum on her boobs. Rajesh followed, covering her face.
Pooja: Please not on my boobs, please cum inside my pussy.
Raj: Not a chance bitch, you think you deserve such high-quality cum.
Pooja was stunned.
Raj made a call. “Send them in.”
The door opened. Dev entered, followed by the 61-year-old security guard. The old guard was dirty; his uniform stank miles away, a stench preceding him into the room. Pooja feared and ran cold at seeing her husband. Her eyes were shocked with terror and guilt, but what else could she do?
I saw my wife trying to cover herself, dripping in cum of my boss and the Doctor.
Raj ordered: strip your husband, Pooja.
Pooja’s hands shook as she undressed her husband. Seeing his small, limp cock was a pathetic sight.
Raj: What do you see?
Pooja: Small… weak…sissy cock.
Shame burned her cheeks as she avoided Dev’s hurt gaze.
Raj: Now strip the guard.
Pooja: No… I can’t, please, he’s filthy…
Raj (takes a whip and smacks her ass hard): Do I say bitch.
Trembling, Pooja approached the guard. As she bent down to open his pants, a strong, pungent urine smell broke through her nose. Then a stinky, unwashed, big fat cock sprang out.
Pooja couldn’t believe her eyes; she gasped—at his 61st age, he was rock hard and ready, veins bulging along it’s length.
Raj: Now, the question that will decide your future, the limp dick or this monster. Choose wrong, and you will be my slave for a week, locked in the cage.
Tears streamed down Pooja’s face, shame and humiliation. She knows how Raj will treat her if she picks her husband.
Pooja: I’m sorry, Dev, I have…I have to choose… the guard.
Rao, the security guard, looks at my wife like his lifetime treasure.
Rao: Thank you, sir. I have never fucked a classy traditional girl.
My wife walks back in fear as Rao walks eagerly to her. Raj pushes her onto the bed. My wife watched me with tears as Rao started licking her pussy. I felt like she was saying this all happened because of me.
Rao starts to eat her wildly, Pooja closes her eyes, holds Rao’s head and pushes it deep into her.
Pooja: Ah… ah… yes… right there… oh god…
Raj turned towards me.
Raj: Get over here, husband. Time to contribute.
I approached hesitantly.
Me: I… I can’t…Can’t fuck her.
Raj: Why don’t you try once again
Dev tries to push his cock in her, but it barely goes inside her. She does not react.
Raj: Did you feel how loose her pussy is now, Dev? That’s what a real cock does. Your little pencil dick could never even touch the sides anymore.
Stroke yourself while your wife gets properly fucked.
Rao (laughed, grabbing her hips): Your little wife wants more old man cock?
Pooja pushed Rao onto his back and mounted him, fucking him with desperate need. Her breasts bounced with every stroke she felt in her.
Pooja: Sorry, Dev… sorry… I can’t help it… feels so good… ah… ah… deeper
Raj: See that, Dev? See how she stretches for a real cock? How does she moan? That’s a pleasure you’ll never give her.
Rao flipped her over, entering her from behind. He was slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
Rao: Take it all, bitch. Beg for it, whore.
Pooja: Please! Please fill me! I need your cum! Make me your slut! AH! YES! DEEPER!
Rao, holding her hair, gives a final blow and releases his cum deep inside Pooja. Pooja collapses on the bed. But Rao, being a street guy, he got up on the bed and started urinating(pissing) on my wife. From her face on her lips then went down on her boobs and finally on her body.
Raj: Perfect, Rao (the security guard) will be the one who makes your wife pregnant. So bring her here daily, and if you ever try to stop this, the video goes straight to Pornhub.