Hello there, I have shared the first part of the story.
My Husband’s friends fucked me hard part 1 – Nepali Sex Stories
As the months passed, my affair with Arun continued to escalate. We fucked in secret, stealing moments whenever we could, but it wasn’t enough. I craved more more cock, more cum, more dirty, slutty sex. I wanted to be used, to be shared, to be the center of a sweaty, writhing group of hungry men. And Arun, ever the eager participant, was more than willing to make my fantasies a reality.
One weekend, Arun invited me to join him and a few of his friends at a secluded farmhouse outside the city. I knew what was expected of me, what I was going there for, and I was more than ready. I was going to be a fucktoy, a slut for a group of hungry men, and I couldn’t wait.
The farmhouse was large and rustic, surrounded by acres of lush greenery and isolated from prying eyes. Arun and his friends had been there for a while, drinking and having a good time. When I arrived, the party was already in full swing.
Arun greeted me at the door, his eyes already filled with lust. “bhauju, you look fucking hot,” he growled, pulling me into a rough kiss. I moaned, my body pressing against his, already eager for what was to come.
He led me into the living room, where four of his friends were waiting. Vikas and his wife were notably absent, but Manish was there, along with three other men I didn’t recognize. They all looked at me hungrily, their eyes roaming over my body, taking in my tight jeans and low-cut top.
“Gentlemen,” Arun announced, “this is Aastha, the slut I’ve been telling you about. She’s here to please us all tonight.”
The men grinned, their eyes filled with anticipation. I smiled back, ready to be their fucktoy, their slut for the night.
Arun didn’t waste any time. He pulled me into his arms, his hands gripping my ass as he kissed me deeply. I moaned, my body melting against his as his tongue explored my mouth. His friends watched, their cocks already hardening in their pants.
Arun’s hands moved to my top, quickly pulling it off over my head. My boobs bounced free, my nipples already hard and eager for attention. The men groaned, their eyes fixed on my tits as Arun squeezed and kneaded them.
He spun me around, bending me over so that my ass was pressed against his crotch. His hard cock ground against me as he unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling them down to reveal my lacy thong. The men watched, their eyes filled with lust as Arun’s hands roamed over my nearly naked body.
“Fuck, she’s hot,” one of the men growled, his hand rubbing his cock through his pants.
Arun grinned, his hands gripping my hips as he ground his cock against my ass. “You should see her fuck,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s a fucking goddess.”
He pulled me up, spinning me around to face the men. His hands moved to my thong, slowly pulling it down, revealing my smooth, shaved pussy. The men groaned, their eyes fixed on my glistening folds.
Arun led me to the center of the room, pushing me down onto my knees. He stood in front of me, his cock tenting his pants. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust and eagerness.
“Suck it, bhauju,” he commanded, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, hard cock. “Show my friends what a good little cocksucker you are.”
I eagerly took his cock into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick shaft. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I sucked him deep. I could feel the other men watching, their eyes filled with lust and anticipation.
As I sucked Arun’s cock, the other men started to undress, their hard cocks springing free. I moaned, my pussy throbbing at the sight of so much hard, eager flesh. I wanted it all, wanted to be fucked and filled and used by every single one of them.
Arun pulled his cock from my mouth, slapping my face lightly with it. I moaned, sticking out my tongue, trying to lick his dick as it hit my cheek. He grinned down at me, his eyes filled with lust and approval.
“Who’s next?” he asked, looking at his friends.
Manish stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He stood in front of me, his cock inches from my face. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with eagerness and lust.
“Suck it, slut,” he commanded, his voice gruff.
I eagerly took his cock into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick shaft. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I sucked him deep. I could feel the other men watching, their eyes filled with lust and anticipation.
As I sucked Manish’s cock, one of the other men knelt behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I felt his hard cock press against my pussy, and I moaned, pushing back against him, eager to be filled.
He slammed his cock into me, his hips slapping against my ass as he fucked me hard. I moaned, my mouth filled with Manish’s cock as the stranger fucked me from behind.
Arun watched, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he enjoyed the show. The other men were doing the same, their eyes filled with lust as they watched me get fucked and suck cock like a dirty slut.
The stranger fucking me grunted, his cock pulsing as he filled my pussy with his hot cum. He pulled out, his place quickly taken by another hard cock. I moaned, my pussy throbbing as I was filled again and again.
Manish pulled his cock from my mouth, his place taken by another hard dick. I sucked it eagerly, my body bouncing and shaking as I was fucked from behind. The room was filled with the sounds of wet, messy sex, the slapping of flesh on flesh, the groans and grunts of hungry men.
I lost track of time, lost in a haze of lust and pleasure as I was passed from man to man, my body used and fucked in every possible way. I sucked cock after cock, my pussy and ass filled again and again with hard, throbbing flesh.
At one point, I found myself on my back, my legs spread wide as Arun fucked my pussy and Manish fucked my ass. I screamed, my body convulsing as I was filled completely, my holes stretched and pounded.
Another man knelt by my head, his cock inches from my face. I eagerly took him into my mouth, sucking him deep as I was fucked hard and rough.
The men used me for hours, their cocks never softening, their bodies never tiring. I was their fucktoy, their slut, theirs to use and enjoy. And I loved every single second of it.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the men started to come, their cocks pulsing as they filled my body with their hot cum. They came on my face, in my pussy, in my ass, on my tits—every inch of my body was covered in their sticky, hot seed.
As the last man finished, I lay there, panting and sweaty and completely spent. My body ached, my holes throbbed, and I was absolutely covered in cum. And I had never felt more satisfied, more complete, more utterly slutty in my entire life.
Arun looked down at me, his eyes filled with pride and lust. “Fuck, bhauju, you’re amazing,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I smiled up at him, my body sticky and used and utterly content. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from screaming and sucking cock.
The men slowly started to dress, their bodies sated and tired. I lay there, watching them, my body still tingling with pleasure and satisfaction.
As they finished dressing, Arun looked down at me, his eyes filled with lust and promise. “Next time, bhauju, we’ll invite even more friends,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
I moaned, my pussy throbbing at the thought. I couldn’t wait. I was a slut, a fucktoy, a dirty, cum-hungry whore. And I loved every single second of it.
From that night on, I embraced my inner slut completely. I fucked Arun and his friends again and again, each time more intense and dirty than the last. I became their regular fucktoy, their slut on call, ready and willing to satisfy their every desire. And in doing so, I found a satisfaction and completion that I had never known before. I was a slut, a fucktoy, a dirty, cum-hungry whore. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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