It started as a little squeal but built to a guttural scream as Indrani’s orgasm washed over her. Surindar kept fucking into her then…. just pulled her tight to his crotch…. empting his massive hot load into her aristocratic cunt.
Meanwhile stepping away from Rajnandini, Mustaq surveyed the situation with Surindar and Indrani. “Fuck, you came in her, didn’t you, ass hole?”
Surindar had kind of a crooked smile on and shrugged his shoulders.
“She’s going to be all sloppy now,” Mustaq continued, “How am I supposed to put my cock in that?”
“Oh fuck you, Mustaqda,” Surindar said with a dismissive wave. “If it bothers you so much, then have your little slut there clean her mother’s cunt”.
Mustaq smiled as a better thought occurred to him. “Fuck that, I have other plans for Miss Dutta here. Maybe we should put Duttababu to work instead?”
As the final waves of Indrani’s orgasm subsided, she listened with interest to this discussion of what to do with the cum deposited in her cunt. As sick as it was, there was no denying the pleasure she had derived from her daughter’s recent bout of cunt lapping.
In her current state, Indrani knew it would take very little to get her over again. When she heard Mustaq’s suggestion, she felt a shiver go through her. Why in the world would the thought of her husband being forced to eat the cum of her rapist, right out of her pussy, excite her like this?
But hearing Mustaq’s suggestion, Nandan instantly felt ill. He was no fan of eating his wife’s pussy. He only did it on rare occasions when his wife asked and only then after making her clean herself. The thought of eating her used snatch was sickening.
“Yea, I like that idea”, said Mustaq. “What do you think Duttababu, are you ready to eat your wife’s fucked up pussy?”
Mustaq moved towards Nandan. Taking the knife from the dresser he circled around behind him and smoothly cut the rope binding his hands. Then he sternly said, “Do any thing stupid there Duttababu and I will cut you like a fish. Are we clear?”
Nandan felt his stomach growl. Bringing his hands in front of him, he rubbed his wrists, trying to get the blood circulation going.
“Go on Duttababu, get your legs free, your holding up the party” Mustaq said waving the knife.
Unsteadily Nandan reached down and struggled with the ropes tying his legs to the chair. His mind raced as he considered what he was soon to be forced to do. Rising to his feet for the first time since this ordeal began, he felt Mustaq’s hand in the small of his back pushing him towards the bed.
“Out of the way Miss Dutta”, Mustaq said, “Make room for your father”.
Rajnandini scrambled to her feet…. brushing the hair away from her eyes. Surindar was standing now by the bed absently stroking his spent up cock. And Indrani was still on her hands and knees in the doggy position looking over her shoulder at her husband.
“Lie down on the bed Duttababu,” Mustaq ordered….. pushing Nandan forward. Nandan moved as in a trance. “On your back now, there you go”.
From his lying position, he could see his beautiful young daughter staring down at him, biting her lip and trying to cover her young pussy with her hands. He also saw his tormentor smiling towards Surindar who was behind him and could feel the bed move as his wife turned to see what was happening.