My Dirtiest Gangbang Was My Sexiest Fantasy

Hi guys, my name is Tania Dsouza, I’m 37 years old, married from mumbai, I’m currently a housewife, with a cute and I can say growing up 12 yr old girl 😉

I’m fair medium length hair, I have a very curvy body, not fat though, 34b 30 40, I gym regularly

My husband works in sales and is travelling most of the month, which gives me a lot of time to go meet friends and parties etc, I am currently having a few affairs, his younger brother regularly fucks me, plus sometimes I meet my old college or my previous colleagues and have sex with them. I always love being used really hard, fucked mercilessly.
The last few months, I’ve started developing a strange fetish for low class men, people from slums, beggars, labor class, drunks, driver, dirty cheap muslim men etc.

While I never had the guts to approach them, I sued to satisfy or get kick by walking in places like kurla or dharavi, mira rd (mumbaikars will know) which has a lot of these kind of men, I would wear some really tight jeans or fitting clothes that would show off my curves I would enjoy getting dirty stares, would get very turned on when they would pass dirty comments (especially in hindi, would get wet hearing, randi ki moti gaand dekh, saali ki chut faadna hain) I come from a classy family so all these words would make me soaking wet, so much that it would leak. I

N crowds some of them would try to touch me n go, and when my bf’s would fuck me, I would imagine it was by that beggar who was showing me his dirty unwashed cock or that dirty man who grabbed my butt in the crowd. And sometimes my daughter would be with me, they wdnt spare her too, pass dirty comments on her, even though shes just 12. Their ruthlessness and desperation turned me on even more.

My experience happened about a month ago, I was going for a party as my hubby wasn’t in town for about 4 days, so I dressed up really sex, wore a backless, plunging neck blouse, no bra, so my nipples were poking out, tied the saree as low as I could below my navel, infacta little pubes could be seen, and the saree was a transparent one, I wore my six inch stilletoes and put on some make up and left, didn’t drive as I knew I was going to get drunk, the taxi guy kept staring at me

I obliged by dropping my pallu and giving him a view of my cleavage, he asked me kitne bajein wapas jana hain, mein ruk jaata hoon, I knew id have to leave by 2 at least, cause my daughter was alone, and said thought it would be a good idea to make him wait, inside all my friends were there, we drank, I was the only normal woman, 4 other women were all prostitutes, we drank and fucked, 3 of my friends really fucked me hard, by 2-2:15 I was pissed drunk, make up all smeared, hair all messy, somehow I wore the sari which was falling apart and called the cab guy, he had given his mobile no, he picked up and came to collect me

I saw him scratching his crotch and I as struggling so he came and helped me, grabbing my butt and breast, feeling my fair stomach. I was pretty high, but I realized that we are going from a diff route, it was raining heavy too, and I wanted to puke and pee badly, so told him to stop, he said he’ll take me to a loo, I dont even know where we were, h then helped me out of the cab, again feeling me all over, I was soaking wet and my sari was now see through, when I was puking he held me from behind and I could feel how hard and huge he was, he was a bihari

He took me into the loo, the loo was stinking, there was much and pee all over the floor, there was shit in the corner & it was mixing with the rain water and pee and getting smeared all over the floor, and the biggest shock was there were already abut 6-7 men inside, now my high started going & I noticed 2-3 muslim men, a couple of beggars and the rest seemed like rick drivers, the cab guy said madam ko pisaab karna hain

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