I am loving itPart B
Recap -
she knew her body had already surrender to him, and it doesn’t matter now what he wants her to say and do, she will tolerate all the disrespect.
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The manly voice of the tormentor broke Kriti Sanon trance. She concentrated on what he was saying.
TORMENTOR
Chal raand khat(cot) ke sahare ghodi ban turant.
Although she understand her demand as she was born and brought up in Delhi, so was used to of hearing those derogatory words in her school and college life but she couldn’t believe what he was asking her to do. She heard a disappointed grunt from her tormentor, she didn’t want to test his patience anymore, so she suddenly bend over and attained the legendary “ghodi” position.
She again heard a chortle from the tormentor. Then she felt a hand on her right ass cheek. She was expecting another firm grip on her right bun but to her surprise a firm slap got imprinted on her left bum cheek. A painful “ahh” erupted from her lips. She was just soaking the pain from the previous BUM slap when another slap hit on her right bum cheek.
This time again Kriti somehow absorb the pain, and then the chain of slaps started. Each slap had more intensity then the previous slap, tears stared forming in her eyes. But the tormentor seemed in no mood to stop his assault. Then the final straw broke the camel back, the tormentor hit the famous bollywood, pro feminist, top notch bollywood actress, Kriti Sanon with all his strength on her right ass cheek, and a stark weep escaped her mouth. The famous actress was in tears, her night time eyeliner was leaking on her cheeks.
But even her cry didn’t stop the sadist tormentor, and he kept giving her brutal strikes and then the smashes stop abruptly just as they started. She felt a little graze on her beaten petite bum cheeks, she trembled in fear of another hit, but instead of hit, she felt the assuasive touch from the tormentor.
TORMENTOR
Dard hua
He asked in a compassionate tone. She was amazed by his caring words, and this time she literally started crying, this cry was not from pain or humiliation but was from his soothing and caring attitude towards Kriti. She felt like a cat who needs her master care after a rough time.
KRITI SANON
Nahi
(she said in a meek and emotional tone)
Then the tormentor hands moved towards her head and started soothing her hairs. She felt really good like she found her support system in the form of the tormentor on which she can rely on. A warm feeling swept over her anguished body.
TORMENTOR
Aur maru teri gaand pe thapad
(he asked in a polite and authoritative way)
Although she didn’t like his tone and the derogatory remarks, but the way he asked her permission for the first time, she didn’t want to disappoint him. So, instead of verbal approval, she arched her back in total surrender which results in her ass got uplifted. As soon as she did it, a sharp and hard slap imprinted on her left bum cheek. Kriti felt the pain but instead of a painful weep, this time she howl a pleasurable cry. She herself got amazed by this delightful feeling she was getting by getting hit by a low class man on her posh bum.
Then a chain of hard spanks got started, which ends when the bollywood babe Kriti Sanon entire face was covered in tears, from the front it looks like she’s been brutally tortured, her mascara was spread all over the face due to weeping. She was not looking the top class bollywood actress anymore but instead a 2 rupee street hooker(sadak chap randi), whose cost might be only 10 rupees per night.
Then the brutal spanks stops, and all could be heard in the room was whimpering noise of the famous bollywood, pro feminist, lead actress Kriti Sanon. After a few moments that whimpering sound also subside as she was unsure why her beloved tormentor not tormenting her anymore. As she was contemplating the reason, she felt the tormentor hand on her left hand, and then slowly the tormentor moved her hand on her own BUM.
TORMENTOR
Apni gaand pe khud thapad mar haramzadi
(he said in an authoritative voice)
This time our beloved pro-feminist, top notch, independent woman, Kriti Sanon didn’t wince for a second as she knew the end result, and gave her own bum cheek a solid spank “chat”. A chortle could be heard from the tormentor. She stopped after one spank.
TORMENTOR
Rukne to kisne kaha sali kutiya raand, marti rhe apni khud ki gaand pe thapad jab tak me rukne ko na boli raandi ki aulad
(he yelled angerly)
Kriti trembled with fear and immediately started spanking her own ass “chat” “chat” “chat” spanks sounds resonate in the small room. But as she was going to give one more spank to her own ass, the tormentor stopped her.
TORMENTOR
Me light on kar raha hu, randi agar peeche dekha na to teri is ameer gaand me gandak-potas dal ke cheetde uda dunga, samji raand ki bachi
Kriti in pure terror said “samaj gai” in a meek tone. As soon as she said, the cramped and stinky room illuminated. The tormentor signaled her to spank herself again by giving her bum a playful smack. Kriti Sanon got the clue and start spanking her own BUM. “chat” “chat” “chat” sound starts resonating once again.
TORMENTOR
Wah maza aa raha hai raand, maar aur zor se apni gaand pe thapad
(”chat” “chat” “chat” sounds intensified)
Ruk teri ye maxi upper uta du, fir aur swad aayega hahaha
The tormentor lifts our independent woman Kriti Sanon nighty only to be greeted by a titillating sight, Kriti Sanon bum cheeks were red a tomatoes due to the spanking of the tormentor and herself. In the height of erotic sight the tormentor also take off her Victoria secret expensive thong, although Kriti felt why he was doing and her logical mind was telling her to rebel against his action, but Kriti was not finding the courage to did so, as her body was in total surrender mode, so she let it happen.
Soon we witness an extremely titillating sight, the famous pro-feminist, independent, top notch actress kriti sanon was in the “ghodi” position, her night on her waist and feet wide apart, beads of sweat and redness on her bum cheeks, mascara spread over her eyes and cheeks (due to crying), in a cramped and stinky room, that also in front of a low class man, whose face she didn’t see. Overall, it seemed our kriti sanon high class attitude crumbled to dust.
TORMENTOR
Randi ruk kyu gai, mar zor zor se apni gaand pe dhapa-dhap thapad, mar ye baat aur zor se de gaand pe thapad
(he boosting her moral)
Soon we witness a sight of disbelief, the famous Kriti Sanon was spanking her own naked ass like a woman possessed, her yelling could be heard outside in the dark alley, if someone was outside the room they would assume that a street hooker(sadak chap randi) was getting bonked in the room. The tormentor keep igniting her morale for spanking, by giving the complements, soon she heard the flash light sound from the phone, she knew he was taking her picture, her logical mind yelling to stop him else her reputation as the famous actress would be shattered.
But she didn’t care anything related to her societal stature now, she was in desperate need of his presence because she could feel deep down a major orgasm was building up. According to her feeling it was supposed to be the biggest in her lifetime. Then to Kriti Sanon dismay he asked her to stop spanking hew own BUM. Kriti felt cheated why he asked her to stop just before she was in desperate need to CUM? But she didn’t have courage to challenge her authority, hence she stopped beating her own ass like a mad woman right away.
TORMENTOR
Chal raand dono hato se majoot ghodi ban ja tera sultan ab teri sawari karega
(he said in sadistic tone)
She shivered in fear of unknown but did so instantly. She heard ruffling of cloths, she got the idea he was taking off his pants, now as she got some of her logical thinking back, the gravity of situation got a hold of it. A top notch, pro-feminist, independent woman like Kriti Sanon was in the legendary “ghodi” position, butt naked, in a cramped and stingy room with a low class man, whose face she still didn’t see, had her depraved pictures captured, but instead of being offended or angry, she was getting randier with each passing second.
Then she heard the ruffling of cloths, she got the idea that her tormentor was taking off his pants, she was getting happy that her pussy hunger would be satiate soon, she felt the cock head on her watering pussy and was expecting a brutal push deep down her wanton pussy. But reverse of her expectation his cock kept rubbing on her minora, in desperation, she pushed back her bum, but the tormentor push back his cock, Kriti Sanon again pushed back her ASS more in search of his majestic cock but the result was the same.
He was not entering her wanton hole but kept rubbing on her moist labia, Kriti was making lecherous moan out frustration, she was felling a huge orgasm was on the verge on her minora, she was gonna cum any moment, a perverted smile could be seen on her face, YASS.. it was there, a orgasm, that she deadly needed, just any moment.
Kriti’s eyes popped in utter shock, the cock on her pussy gone, she can’t believe that he did it to her, she was going to turn her head around when a firm grip on her neck refrain her in doing so.
TORMENTOR
Jab tak darwaze ki awaz na ho peeche mat dekhna, nahi to randi, nangi sadak pe phek dunga
(he said in an angry tone)
Kriti nodded her head in accord, she heard him pulling his pants up, then a few moments of silence like he was thinking something, then sound of flash like he was taking her depraved pictures, Kriti didn’t flinch, she was in pain not physically but emotionally, that tormentor just broke her heart. Tears developed in her eyes, she felt cheated. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a slip was kept near her by him, she couldn’t figure out what it was? But she care less now. She felt a warm breath near her ear and a dominating whisper “Aslam” and then she heard the gate behind her got closed.
As soon as it did, she got up straight, her nighty conceal her nakedness again, she picked the note, a phone number was written on it and a side note which says “agar zaroorat ho to call karna”. She understand everything, his tormentor name was “Aslam” and he gave his number. But the feeling of being cheated and the associated pain was still intact in her heart.
To be continued...
Fantasy THE SANON SISTERS (Kriti Sanon & Nupur Sanon)
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UPDATE 6
Recap -
She felt a warm breath near her ear and a dominating whisper “Aslam” and then she heard the gate behind her got closed.As soon as it did, she got up straight, her nighty conceal her nakedness again, she picked the note, a phone number was written on it and a side note which says “agar zaroorat ho to call karna”. She understand everything, his tormentor name was “Aslam” and he gave his number. But the feeling of being cheated and the associated pain was still intact in her heart.
Part A
Few days passed since that shameful incident, Kriti can’t forget that humiliating experience and vow not to repeat it ever at any cost. But despite her logical thinking her lustful desires was hard to control, her pussy kept itiching several times a day but she somehow abstained herself from giving pussy the hard scratches.
One evening she was getting ready to attend a party organized by a famous bollywood producer commonly known as GAY (#wink), she wear a ravishing gown, which displays her long chiseled legs.
She was giving final touches to her makeup, when her beloved baby sister entered the room, the lil sanon also looking titillating in her dress.
NUPUR SANON
Ready?
Kriti nodded in agreement. Both the Sanon Sisters came to the parking where the driver opened the door, both of them sited in the car and the car left for the party. During the travel, Nupur was a complete chatterbox while Kriti was lost in her own thoughts. Soon both the Sanon sisters reached the venue, as soon as they exit the car, the paparazzi’s started taking the pictures of both the sisters, that shows the stardom of the Kriti Sanon.
Kriti Sanon smiled in her usual twinkly way, which she had practiced 1000’s of hours in private, not to reveal the true feeling in public. She waived her hand towards the paparazzi’s, as soon as she was going to turn for the entrance, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw someone with the scarf same as her tormentor in the crowd, she stopped momentarily and looked with attention, but his beloved tormentor was not there.
She felt sad no to found him there, Kriti was trying her very best to forget about him, but more she tried to do that more it was painful for her to do so. Somehow, her tormentor (Aslam) lit something libidinous inside her. She entered the party and meet with her fellow stars with the usual blissful way. After the causal meet up, she went towards the bar to fetch her some drink, she was going to collect the drink from the bartender but to her utter shock, she saw it was Aslam who was handing over the drink, she couldn’t believe her eyes and blinked quickly, and was relieved to know that the bartender was someone else.
She couldn’t believe that she was hallucinating about the person who humiliated her to the extreme on that mortifying night. But she can’t help it, her body not listing to her anymore, she somehow needed his touch again on her greedy pussy, in her chain of thoughts, she remembered about the note that he gave her on that night in the stingy room and asked her to “call” if “needed” anything.
She clearly knows what he meant by “needed”, but she didn’t want to felt that shame again, because she was a famous, pro feminist, top notch actress, who has a reputation to maintain, she was no cheap hooker who can be swayed in lasciviousness.
She chatted with her fellow stars just to distract her mind from ASLAM. Soon she felt the need to take a leak, she went towards the washroom, she entered the washroom, lift her gown, lowered her expensive thong and start peeing. While peeing reminiscence about that day with Aslam on the shooting location in the public washroom.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her naughty pussy started shivering with temptation for a hard finger fuck, right then and there. Kriti Sanon, the top notch actress tried to fight the feeling but the lustful feeling was overpowering her with each passing seconds. Then all hell break loose, if someone was to witness the scene in that washroom, that scene would forever imprint in their minds till there last breath.
Kriti Sanon was acting like a sexually mad woman, her thong can be seen in the corner of washroom, gown over her waist, her long slender legs up in air wide open in V position, 3 fingers deep down her unchaste pussy, sweat dripping from face, tongue out like a BITCH, and a perverted sexually smile glorifying the whore inside her.
She grunted like a wild animal in the height of pleasure, both the pupil of her eyes hidden, the pace of finger fuck increasing with each passing second, soon we witness the disbelieving sight of 4 of her fingers in the pussy, the pussy elasticity was tested to the extreme.
A moment later the knock on the washroom door can be heard, shows someone was outside the washroom, but Kriti Sanon cared less, her only focus was on her release, she wanted to cum from the depth of her depraved womanhood. Soon we witness her mumbling something, by carefully listing her gibberish started making sesne, she was chanting ‘Aslam, Aslammmm, Aslammmmm...’ in the heights of delight.
Then a jet of naughty juice left her pussy, and the piled up sexual stress depart and a satiated grin was can be seen on her face, and slowly she drifted in pleasurable slumber.
To be continued...
Recap -
She felt a warm breath near her ear and a dominating whisper “Aslam” and then she heard the gate behind her got closed.As soon as it did, she got up straight, her nighty conceal her nakedness again, she picked the note, a phone number was written on it and a side note which says “agar zaroorat ho to call karna”. She understand everything, his tormentor name was “Aslam” and he gave his number. But the feeling of being cheated and the associated pain was still intact in her heart.
Part A
Few days passed since that shameful incident, Kriti can’t forget that humiliating experience and vow not to repeat it ever at any cost. But despite her logical thinking her lustful desires was hard to control, her pussy kept itiching several times a day but she somehow abstained herself from giving pussy the hard scratches.
One evening she was getting ready to attend a party organized by a famous bollywood producer commonly known as GAY (#wink), she wear a ravishing gown, which displays her long chiseled legs.
She was giving final touches to her makeup, when her beloved baby sister entered the room, the lil sanon also looking titillating in her dress.
NUPUR SANON
Ready?
Kriti nodded in agreement. Both the Sanon Sisters came to the parking where the driver opened the door, both of them sited in the car and the car left for the party. During the travel, Nupur was a complete chatterbox while Kriti was lost in her own thoughts. Soon both the Sanon sisters reached the venue, as soon as they exit the car, the paparazzi’s started taking the pictures of both the sisters, that shows the stardom of the Kriti Sanon.
Kriti Sanon smiled in her usual twinkly way, which she had practiced 1000’s of hours in private, not to reveal the true feeling in public. She waived her hand towards the paparazzi’s, as soon as she was going to turn for the entrance, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw someone with the scarf same as her tormentor in the crowd, she stopped momentarily and looked with attention, but his beloved tormentor was not there.
She felt sad no to found him there, Kriti was trying her very best to forget about him, but more she tried to do that more it was painful for her to do so. Somehow, her tormentor (Aslam) lit something libidinous inside her. She entered the party and meet with her fellow stars with the usual blissful way. After the causal meet up, she went towards the bar to fetch her some drink, she was going to collect the drink from the bartender but to her utter shock, she saw it was Aslam who was handing over the drink, she couldn’t believe her eyes and blinked quickly, and was relieved to know that the bartender was someone else.
She couldn’t believe that she was hallucinating about the person who humiliated her to the extreme on that mortifying night. But she can’t help it, her body not listing to her anymore, she somehow needed his touch again on her greedy pussy, in her chain of thoughts, she remembered about the note that he gave her on that night in the stingy room and asked her to “call” if “needed” anything.
She clearly knows what he meant by “needed”, but she didn’t want to felt that shame again, because she was a famous, pro feminist, top notch actress, who has a reputation to maintain, she was no cheap hooker who can be swayed in lasciviousness.
She chatted with her fellow stars just to distract her mind from ASLAM. Soon she felt the need to take a leak, she went towards the washroom, she entered the washroom, lift her gown, lowered her expensive thong and start peeing. While peeing reminiscence about that day with Aslam on the shooting location in the public washroom.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her naughty pussy started shivering with temptation for a hard finger fuck, right then and there. Kriti Sanon, the top notch actress tried to fight the feeling but the lustful feeling was overpowering her with each passing seconds. Then all hell break loose, if someone was to witness the scene in that washroom, that scene would forever imprint in their minds till there last breath.
Kriti Sanon was acting like a sexually mad woman, her thong can be seen in the corner of washroom, gown over her waist, her long slender legs up in air wide open in V position, 3 fingers deep down her unchaste pussy, sweat dripping from face, tongue out like a BITCH, and a perverted sexually smile glorifying the whore inside her.
She grunted like a wild animal in the height of pleasure, both the pupil of her eyes hidden, the pace of finger fuck increasing with each passing second, soon we witness the disbelieving sight of 4 of her fingers in the pussy, the pussy elasticity was tested to the extreme.
A moment later the knock on the washroom door can be heard, shows someone was outside the washroom, but Kriti Sanon cared less, her only focus was on her release, she wanted to cum from the depth of her depraved womanhood. Soon we witness her mumbling something, by carefully listing her gibberish started making sesne, she was chanting ‘Aslam, Aslammmm, Aslammmmm...’ in the heights of delight.
Then a jet of naughty juice left her pussy, and the piled up sexual stress depart and a satiated grin was can be seen on her face, and slowly she drifted in pleasurable slumber.
To be continued...
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