Just then she noticed that Surindar was savagely fucking her mother with long hard strokes that were rapidly taking her back to the point where Mustaq had left off.
And getting the Punjabi’s hard pounding, Indrani was grunting through each thrust and was in another world. Her daughter was just feet away….. yet it had not registered with her what was about to happen. And her husband on the other hand had a ringside audience who was fully aware about the his family’s torture.
“Leave my daughter alone… you bastard.” Nandan shouted, “You promised… you would leave her out of this. It’s bad enough what you made her do to her mother, but don’t make her do this too.”
Nandan’s outburst brought his wife Indrani out of her fuck stupor. Seeing her daughter on her knees before Mustaq, she instantly knew that things had taken a dangerous turn.
“Mustaq please, don’t humiliate her,” Indrani said as seductively as she could, “You want a real woman. Let me suck your cock. Let me suck you while your partner fucks me from behind.”
Indrani knew the only way to save her daughter was to make the man want her more. She smiled her most sexy smile, crooked a finger and waved him over. Her husband couldn’t believe his ears. Here was his beautiful celeb wife begging these animals to fuck her from both sides at the same time. She was smiling and waving Mustaq over. A regular party for her while he was hog-tied in a chair forced to watch the whole thing!
“You fucking Slut”, Nandan shouted at his wife. “How could you do this, beg two men to take you at the same time, and in front of me and our daughter. You love this, don’t you? Fucking whore”. Nandan was almost spit the words.
Mustaq smiled to himself. Of course he had seen through Indrani’s pathetic attempt to distract him right away. And her husband was as stupid as he looked tied to that chair.
“Shut up both of you. Duttababu, you just have to face it, your wife is a cock-starved whore. She has been starved for cock the whole time she has been married to you. I don’t know if she has been quenching her thirst through her producers or directors. Now that she sees what she has been missing…. of course it will bring out her sluttish tendencies.”
Saying this, Mustaq took Rajnandini’s chin in his hand and tipping her head back to look into her eyes, he continued. “As for your daughter here, well folks, I lied. There is just no way I am going to get out of here without sampling some of this young stuff.”
Surindar heard his boss’s commanding and let out a chuckle as he began to pummel the mature Tolly Queen more savagely again with his fat cock.
Rajnandini swallowed hard. Part of her wanted this, part of her was terrified. The only two cocks she had ever been with were her boyfriend Akash and the Bangladeshi film-producer Kader. She had sex a very few times with Akash and it had been awkward and quick each time. But with Kader and Gargi aunty, it was a memorable one which always moistened her panties whenever she remembered it.
She had never used her mouth on her boyfriend and usually only needed to use her hand to get him off. And now the shiny circumcised wet cock of Mustaq was staring her in the face….. it was something different entirely.