This story is part of the Niruparna Sex Scandals series
I was scared to shit when Hari came into the bedroom. I was sucking the huge balls of Velu, our driver. Hari’s face was spitting anger looking at the hot sex scene. I tried to reach out the clothes and cover myself and started crying. I started shouting at Velu and told to my brother in law Hari that Velu forced me into this and tried to kill me. So I have to obey him.
I saw Hari’s face changing and he started to laugh at Velu. He said,”Nirupana, my dear whore Anni. I am the one who sent your fucking pictures to Velu. So you don’t have to act to me that you are the purest. Velu has helped me fuck many girls and fucking you is a gift that I let him have”. We know what kind of slut you are even before my brother’s marriage with you! We married you to our brother because of your fucking father’s money.
The same time, my phone was ringing. My husband Mohan was the one calling me. I looked at Hari and he asked me to attend the call. When I attended the call, Mohan said that the local panchayat leader has got the orders signed for our road contract and asked me to get it immediately from him before he changes his mind. Mohan asked me to take a taxi and go there because he thought Velu is somewhere else. (While all this time, Velu made me sit naked over him and was fondling my boobs from behind)
Once I hung up the phone, Hari said, “I have planned to fuck you right away, but I can wait until you get the contract signed from the panchayat leader”. He got me the sexiest blue semi-transparent saree and a matching blouse, necklace and earrings, he did not let me wear my bra, instead made me wear a sleeveless blouse, which very clearly shows my cleavage. Anyone can easily see my brown nipples through the blouse and see through saree.
He made wear the saree way down my hip. Just over a centimeter where my pussy starts. My navel was very well exposed. On the back, I could barely cover my ass even, a glimpse of ass cleavage can be seen. He made wear my mangalsutra over my blouse (right in the middle of my 32C boobs). I did my hair and applied deep red lipstick. I was looking like a hot bitch.
Soon, I went to the panchayat office in the car, with Velu driving and Hari sitting in the back of the car. They left me outside of the office and asked me to walk into the office alone.
The minute I got out, I can see the familiar faces, the people who used to work for my dad and for my father in law. Those low wage people cannot believe their eyes, their rich owner’s daughter, walking into the panchayat office like an item song dancer. My boobs bulging out of my tight blouse. It was so low cut and just like a bra instead of a blouse.
My ass very clearly projecting in the tightly wrapped saree. My midriff was completely exposing my deep navel that anyone would want to lick the hell out of it. Even the structures of my thighs are easily visible through that.
The 60-year-old panchayat leader cannot keep his eyes on my face. He was measuring all my size and when he handed over the document, his hand was bruising my deep navel. I can even see his bulge over the dhothi. I was feeling so much embarrassed and shame.
Just when I was about to leave the panchayat office, there a came a huge crowd, who were protesting against the government for 8-way road scheme and I did not have a way to go back Hari and Velu who were outside the panchayat office compound.
I have to find my way in the crowd of dark farmers with no shirt on and sweat smell. The daily wage workers, politicians, and other protestors. Using this chance, many of them felt my boobs, my ass, and someone was even squeezing my deep navel (thoppul). One person pinched my ass very hard and my sounds of were not heard outside of the slogans raised by protestors.
I somehow managed my way into the car enjoying the groping. I was sweating and literally, my boobs were clearly exposed over the blouse and my nipple was so hard by the constant squeezes. Hari pulled me into the back seat and the second the car started moving. He took my pallu off and starts squeezing my boobs. He was violently kissing me and bitting my big lips.
Soon, he was sucking my tongue into his mouth. His right hand was very hardly squeezing my left boob and left hand is getting into my saree and squeezing my ass. He moved down from my mouth and started sucking my boobs and biting my nipples, I enjoy the pain of my nipples being bitten. He gave enough focus on both the boobs squeezing, biting and sucking them.
As we entered the house, he pulled me out of the car, carried me half-naked into the house, while Velu went on to park the car. He threw me into the sofa on the hall of the house, took my saree off and start licking my cleaned shaved cunt. I started moaning. Please fuck me, Hari. I have been waiting to fuck you all these days. I have born to be fucked by your family’s royal dicks.
Hari was turned on and started slapping my butt and occasionally slapping my cheeks. He took off his clothes and got his dick over my boobs. He had a good size dick bigger than his brother. Then, he went down and spread my thighs to enter my pussy. He pushed one-fourth of his dick and took out.
He teased me like this for few minutes and took me by surprise and ecstasy with a big and fast push. Then, he took my legs over his shoulders and started to hit my pussy harder and harder. Velu joined us. He took his dick out and placed in my mouth. I started moaning and screaming
I was sucking Velu’s cock. Velu was holding my head and moving his ass faster to mouth fuck me. They both started fucking in rhythm and faster, I was used as rag doll between these fuckers, who took turns in my vagina and mouth. By the time that they were done with me, I was full of sperms all over my body and my hair completely dishelmed with a lot of bite marks over my boobs, ass and lot more in the navel. Velu and Hari made me the bath and made me clean them too. Then Velu left.
I was lying on Hari’s lap, while he was just fondling my naked body, he asked me “Niru, I also heard that you have been fucked by your father, can you tell me about that experience”.
After denying it initially, I started to tell that.
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