The air in Eclipse is a rancid stew of sweat, stale whiskey, and raw, animal lust, the “Kala Chashma” remix pounding through my veins like a fucking freight train. I am dressed like a street whore tonight – black halter top choking my D-cup tits, leather skirt so short it’s a goddamn invitation, thong so drenched it’s clinging to my cunt like a second skin.
Raj, my husband of eight years, has been jerking his pathetic cock to his sick fetish for months: watching me, his prim little Mumbai wife, get fucked into oblivion by strangers while he sits there, dick leaking, balls aching. I laughed it off at first, but now? Ohhh, fuck! The thought has my pussy gushing, clit throbbing like a desperate slut as we step into the neon-drenched cesspool of Bandra’s hottest dance bar.
I drag Raj onto the dance floor, grinding my ass against his crotch, his sad little hard-on straining his jeans.
“Mmm, you like that, you cuck?” I hiss, tossing my long black hair, hips rolling like I’m fucking the music raw.
His hands claw my waist, but his eyes are hunting, desperate for the spark to fuel his twisted kink. I feel them first – four pairs of eyes fucking me from across the floor.
Four filthy bastards: a tall fucker, broad-shouldered, gold chain screaming money; a stocky thug, tattoos like a prison gang; a lean prick, smirking over his whiskey like he knows I’m wet; and a young punk, messy hair, staring like he wants to rip me apart and cum on the pieces.
“Ohhh, shit, look at those dogs,” I moan, my nipples stabbing through my top, pussy clenching so hard it hurts.
I lock eyes with Raj, his nod screaming ‘get fucked!!’
“Watch your wife become their cumrag, you spineless fuck,” I taunt, and I’m unleashed. “Aah, fuck yeah,” I groan, spinning away, dancing solo, arms up, skirt flashing my lace thong, practically begging for cock.
The stocky thug moves first, his hand pawing my lower back – no fucking accident.
I arch into it, moaning, “Mmmph, you want this slut’s ass, you dirty pig?”
The lean prick slides behind, grinding his bulging cock against me, fingers digging into my tit.
“Ohhh, fuck… maul me, you bastard,” I gasp, loud as hell, lips snarling, “Harder, you piece of shit!”
The young punk presses in front, hand claiming my ass like he owns it.
“Aah! Greedy little fucker… grab it!” I laugh, their hands everywhere – pinching my thighs, clawing under my skirt, a finger jamming into my soaked thong, rubbing my dripping slit.
I’m a fucking flood, my body screaming, “Ruin me, you filthy animals!”
“Raj, look at your whore wife,” I sneer, voice dripping venom, “Watch these real men make me their cum-dumpster.”
The bastards glance at him, but I don’t let them think. I beckon them to a dark corner booth, velvet curtains promising a fuck-fest.
“Oof, move your asses,” I snap, shoving the tall fucker onto the cushions, straddling his bulge like a cock-starved bitch.
Raj slinks into the opposite booth, stroking his useless dick, eyes bugging out. My top hits the floor, tits bouncing free, nipples hard as fuck.
“Mmm, feast on these, you dogs,” I moan, ripping the tall one’s zipper down, his thick, veined cock – eight inches, uncut, leaking like a faucet- springing out.
“Suck it, you filthy randi,” he snarls in a Punjabi growl, and I dive in, lips stretching wide, “Slurp, mmmph,” deepthroating until I gag, “Gluck, gluck, ugh!”
He grabs my hair, fucking my face like a cheap toy.
“Choke on it, you cock-sucking pig,” he spits, and I do, spit drooling, eyes streaming, my cunt throbbing like a whore’s heartbeat.
The young punk doesn’t wait – he flips my skirt, tears my thong off with a rip that stings my skin.
“Aahh, you little shit, you want this pussy?” I yelp, loving the violence.
He shoves four fingers into my dripping cunt, no mercy, stretching me like a used glove.
“Ohhh, fuck… rip that hole open!” I scream, hips bucking as he pumps hard, knuckles slamming my G-spot.
His tongue attacks my clit, sucking it like a leech, biting until I howl, “Mmmph! Ohhh, chew my clit, you fucking animal!”
The lean one and stocky thug crowd in, mauling my tits – pinching, twisting my nipples until they’re bruised.
“Suck these fat udders, you cockroaches,” I taunt, popping off the tall one’s cock with a wet slurp, spit trailing like cum.
The lean one slaps his shaft on my face, “Lick it, you cumrag,” he growls, while the stocky one shoves his sweaty balls in my mouth.
“Oof, you nasty fuck… I’ll drain you,” I groan, sucking them, swapping – cock, balls, cock – my hands jerking two dicks, “Mmm, slurp, ugh!”
I’m a mess, mascara running, squirting onto the punk’s hand, “Aah, I’m your fucking whore!”
“Get on the fucking table, you cum-guzzling slut,” the tall one roars, slamming me onto the glass table, my ass hitting hard.
“Oof!” I grunt, the cold glass burning my skin. I spread my legs wide, pussy dripping like a faucet, lips swollen, clit screaming.
“Look at this greedy fuck-hole,” the young punk laughs, stripping to show a thick, veiny cock. He grabs my ankles, yanking them apart, and rams into me, no warning, balls slapping my ass.
“Aaaahhh! Oh fuck, split my cunt!” I scream, my walls choking his shaft, the brutal stretch ripping me apart. He pounds like a demon, the table shaking, my tits bouncing like fuck-me toys.
“Haan, chod mujhe, you savage fuck! Wreck your slut!” I wail, nails clawing his arms, legs pulling him deeper.
Raj’s jerking off like a loser, face red, eyes glued to the carnage, but he’s nothing to me now. The lean prick climbs on, straddling my chest, pinning my arms as he shoves his cock down my throat.
“Swallow it, you worthless cock-hole,” he snarls, gripping my hair and skull-fucking me until my head bangs the table.
“Gluck, gluck, mmmph!” I choke, spit foaming, tears pouring as he rapes my throat.
The stocky thug and tall one force my hands around their cocks, making me jerk them in rough, twisting strokes.
“Milk us dry, you cheap fuck-pig,” the stocky one growls, slapping my tit so hard it burns.
“Aah! Beat my udders, you filthy dog!” I beg, muffled, my body quaking from the punk’s relentless pounding, his hips smashing my clit, pressure building.
“Ohhh, I’m gonna – fuuuuck!” I scream, cumming like a geyser, squirting all over his balls, the table, fucking everything. “Keep going, you bastard, make me your cum-bucket!” I demand, riding the orgasm as he fucks me through it, grinding deep.
They flip me onto my stomach, glass slick with my juices, cheek pressed to it as the punk yanks my hips up, slamming back into my pussy.
“Oof! Aahhh, pound that fuck-hole!” I cry, his spanks setting my ass ablaze, welts rising.
The tall one kneels at my head, grabbing my hair like a dog’s leash, shoving his cock down my throat, pinching my nose shut.
“Breathe when I say, you cum-stained whore,” he hisses, and I gag, “Gluck, ugh!” sucking like my life depends on it.
The lean one slides under, biting my swinging tits, teeth sinking into my nipples.
“Mmmph, rip them off, you fuck!” I sob, the pain fueling me.
The stocky one shoves four fingers into my ass, no lube, just my slickness, stretching me wide.
“Ohhh, fuck… tear my shithole open, you pig!” I beg, the burn making me squirm as he twists them, prepping me for destruction.
They rotate, no mercy, like I’m their fuck-meat. The tall one grabs my hips, spitting on his cock before slamming into my ass, the head ripping past my ring with a fire that makes me scream, “Aaaahhh! Oh fuck, it’s too fucking big!”
He doesn’t give a shit – pounds deep, balls smacking my pussy, fucking me like a rabid dog.
“Take it, you anal fuck-pig,” he growls, spanking my ass until it’s raw, each hit shoving me onto the lean one’s cock in my mouth.
“Gluck, mmmph!” I choke, the double assault shredding me.
The young punk slides under, spearing my pussy from below, filling me – DP, their cocks grinding through my walls.
“Fuuuuck! Ohhh, tear my holes apart, you filthy bastards!” I scream, the fullness obscene, every thrust a brutal violation.
The stocky one chokes me from the side, hand crushing my throat, “Cum for your owners, you disgusting slut,” he snarls, and I do – exploding, squirting so hard it drenches Raj’s shoes, my body convulsing like a broken toy.
“Aahhh! More, don’t you fucking stop!”
They manhandle me to the floor, carpet scraping my knees raw as the stocky one takes my ass, his massive girth splitting me wider, a slow, cruel push that has me begging, “Ohhh, slow, you fat-cocked fuck!”
Then he unleashes, pounding like a jackhammer, his tattooed gut slapping my back.
“You love this dick in your shithole, you nasty pig,” he taunts, and I sob, “Yes, make me fucking gape, you animal!”
The young punk reclaims my pussy, the two of them rutting like beasts, stretching me to breaking.
“Aah! Fuck my holes, you cockroaches!” I wail, the lean one and tall one taking turns skull-fucking me, slamming my face onto their cocks, balls smacking my chin.
“Suck it clean, you ass-licking cumrag,” the tall one orders, and I do, “Slurp, gluck,” tasting my own filth, throat burning.
They keep going, swapping holes like I’m a cum-stained doll. The lean one sits on the cushions, impaling me on his cock reverse cowgirl.
“Ride it, you filthy fuck-pig,” he snarls, slapping my clit until it’s swollen.
“Oof, mmm, harder, you prick!” I scream, but he takes over, slamming me up and down, bruising my hips. The tall one shoves back into my ass, restarting the DP.
“Double-fucked like a gutter whore, huh?” he laughs, choking me, yanking my hair until my scalp screams.
“Ohhh, break me, you fuckers!” I cry, the young punk and stocky one feeding me their cocks, jerking them in my hands, my mouth – sloppy, drooling chaos. “Gluck, slurp, mmmph!” I’m a machine, cumming endlessly, squirting until the floor’s a swamp, “Aahhh, I’m your cum-dumpster, fucking use me!”
They drag it out, relentless, fucking me through orgasm after orgasm, my body a shaking, squirting mess. Finally, they hit their limits. The young punk buries deep in my pussy, roaring, “Take my cum, you worthless fuck-hole!” unloading thick, hot ropes inside.
“Ohhh, flood my cunt, you pig!” I moan, milking him dry.
The tall one yanks out of my ass, spinning me to blast my face and tits, cum splattering my tongue as I open wide, “Aah, paint your whore!”
The lean one grabs my hair, exploding down my throat, “Swallow it, you cock-sucking pig,” and I do, “Mmm, gluck,” gulping every drop.
The stocky one pins me down, tit-fucking my cum-drenched breasts, grunting, “Take it, you dick-worshipping trash,” unloading across my neck, chest, marking me like a used condom.
“Oof, haan, brand your slut!” I purr, smearing it into my skin.
They zip up, toss cash on the table like I’m a two-rupee whore, and stumble off, laughing about “wrecking Mumbai’s dirtiest cunt.”
I’m annihilated – bruised, cum-soaked, holes gaping, hair a wreck – but I’m a fucking queen. I crawl to Raj, straddling him, kissing him with lips dripping strangers’ cum.
“Mmm,” I moan, guiding his pathetic cock into my ruined, cum-filled pussy, their loads easing his slide. He cums instantly, adding to the filth, gripping my ass like he thinks he owns me.
“You’re mine,” he growls, and I smirk, knowing I’m his – and their cumrag.
In the cab, Mumbai’s lights blurring, I nuzzle his neck, voice raw from screaming.
“Next time, more cocks, more pain,” I whisper, “Ohhh, Raj, I want them to fucking destroy me, make me their garbage.”
Our marriage is obliterated, gloriously filthy, and I’m starving for the next violation.
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