“Get busy bitch”. Surindar blurted out.
Indrani felt nauseous. Surindar had seemed the nicer of the two men. Sure he had raped her but he had not tried to hurt her. Her cheeks still stung from the beating she had just received. She knew by his tone that he meant what he said.
Taking a big swallow from his bottle, Mustaq rose to his feet and approached Indrani. Coming up behind her, he pinched her nose, drawing her head back. The action caused her to open her mouth. He quickly tipped the bottle up pouring the fiery liquid down her throat.
Indrani coughed and gagged fighting to swallow the drink. Mustaq laughed. “Again” he said pulling her head back and repeating the process. She couldn’t tell how much whiskey he had poured down her throat but it felt like a lot.
Then gripping the back of her head, he pushed her towards Surindar who lied on the bed. “Lick his asshole Mrs. Dutta. Get your tongue in there.”
Closing her eyes tight, Indrani tentatively planted a kiss on Surindar’s hairy asshole.
“Make love to it Mrs. Dutta”, Mustaq said whispering in her ear. “Plant your lips on it and French kiss his asshole.” Then stepping back slightly, he gave the back of her head a swat. “Do it!”
Indrani really had no choice. Flicking her tongue out, she tasted the acrid bitterness of his dirty asshole. The smell was strong but not what she expected. As her tongue swirled around the crinkled dark hole, Surindar moaned in ecstasy.
“Oh yea, that’s good, lots of tongue Indudevi.”
Hearing the action on the other side of the room, Nandan leaned up and began once again tonguing his daughter’s sweet asshole. Rajnandini, in turn was watching her mother to lick Surindar’s ass-hole, and began to wiggle her own ass back into her father’s face.
On the other hand, as Indrani became more accustomed to what she was doing, her enthusiasm began to build. Despite the revulsion she had originally felt, when Surindar made his demand, she found the act now to be less repulsive than she had originally thought before.
There was no denying that Surindar was loving it as he moaned, “Yes yes Indudevi….. now my balls, get them nice and wet”.
Surindar was rubbing her pretty face into his hairy crotch….. enjoying the hot salivating tongue of the great Tolly heroine in action. After a few minutes, he pushed her away. Then dropping his legs, he rose to his feet….. bringing Indrani to him and pushing her down onto the bed. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, as he buried his cock into her wet pussy once again in one stroke.
The force of it took Indrani’s breath away….. no more gentle. Then pulling back out, he lined his cock up to her asshole and began to push.
Indrani freaked. “No, no Surindarbhai….. don’t. Fuck my pussy, fuck my mouth but no, please leave my ass alone”.
Surindar sneered down at her. “Not a chance, I’m going to fuck that beautiful ass… I had a long time dream of fucking a Bengalee woman’s ass…… so you had better relax. If you fight me, it is only going to hurt more.”
Now Mustaq was getting interested. Grabbing a bandana off the nightstand, he proceeded to tie it around her mouth. “I am sick of hearing you whine. This will shut you up.”