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Please Note: All the characters in this story are over 18, and only for the purpose of pleasure, any resemblance to anyone is mere a coincidence.
In India, weddings are also a boon for those who are migrants or street vendors of big cities, as it provides them with ample opportunities to earn big for the rest of the year. Munni is one of them, who were married at the age of 18 and now at the age of 21, the mother of two children, lives with her husband in a slum in the heart of the city. Her husband works as a rickshaw driver during the day and at night and helps as a decorative light carrier / steward with caterers or bands during weddings season. Munni also works as a maid during the day to support her family. Today, her husband, who is under a contract and has been paid in advance, is drunk and not able to work in the marriage.
The employees of the wedding caterer are at her door, angry at her husband’s irresponsible behavior and demanding a refund of advance. Munni is worried because she has already spent money on something else, and refusing to return means not working in the future. She asked Caterer’s staff if she could take her husband’s place, stating that she had experience helping out in the kitchen. Reluctantly, the employees accept her offer, knowing that it could have worked until late at night, because being a woman, it would have to be released promptly. Quickly, she got out of the house and told the neighbor aunt about the situation, leaving her children under her supervision. She’s going to be an assistant, so there’s no point doing some makeup to get well-groomed or look good. With slippers in her open hair and legs, she is fast moving toward the marriage venue; It’s a few miles away.
When she arrives, Caterer rebuts her again, knowing that she will not work late (an Indian marriage usually ends at around 4AM). Having no choice, the caterer takes him to the kitchen and instructs him to help prepare food. Munni was relieved, as it was an easy task for her. In a few hours, with instructions from the chief and other assistants, the dinner is ready to serve. While helping her around, she keeps herself busy to avoid any kind of confrontation with the caterer. Fearing that the caterer would ask him to go before the wedding ceremony and the food served, after serving the guests, it is common, the remaining food is distributed to the nearby waiting assistants and other slums.
At 10pm, the ceremony begins with the arrival of the groom. The whole place becomes chaotic with the never-ending chirping of women and men looking for hidden bar counters. An Indian wedding has distinctive scenes around dance and loud music, with waiters running to give guests a welcome drink. Munni has experienced it all before.
Sitting in a lonely corner enjoying the celebration, she noticed that an unclaimed ladies handbag is lying on a chair. She looks around to find the boss, but fails. Nervous, she keeps an eye on the handbag. Over 10 minutes have passed and the owner of the bag has no idea. There are other women who are showing their clothes and jewelry as if they had come to find a date for themselves. Older women are also sitting on chairs, usually as guards of children or their ward’s belongings. Munni is running toward the chair where the handbag is lying with greed. When she reaches there, she casually looks around whether there is someone else who wants the bag, and when she realizes that there is no, she carefully drops her pallu over the bag. Again, inspecting her surroundings, she secretly picks up her Pallu, along with the unclaimed handbag. Quickly, she goes back to a corner where she was sitting and watching the festivities. There is no reaction or noise about the missing handbag. Munni is convinced that this is a lost handbag. She does not want to disappear suddenly to create any doubt and is waiting for the right opportunity to leave the place, curious to know what is in the handbag.
In just a few moments, she saw an older woman pointing to a man in the mid-60s. Both were walking near him, and his face turned pale with fear. The old woman is a gentleman woman, because without making any noise about this incident, she asks her, “Daughter, the bag you are hiding is from my daughter-in-law.” Please give it back to us.” Without any thought, he handed her over to the woman and apologized. The man who comes with the woman is his son. He gets angry and wants to teach Munni a lesson, abusing her in a loud voice and holding her wrist. The old woman suggests to her son not to make scenes and not to ruin the celebration, let the poor girl go. However, his drunk son is adamant on his point and is not listening to him. The old woman sees Munni with a baby and goes back.
With his yellow face begging for mercy, Munni is well acquainted with the consequences; If the man was not soon calmed down, things would get out of his grip. He is nervous if the caterers come to know about this phenomenon, it will adversely affect their future contracts. Also, what if her husband got to know the whole thing, he would make her escort pendik life hell. This drunkard is pushing him into the crowd, threatening him that he will call the police. Munni is trying her best to convince the alcoholic to let her go as she has already returned the bag to her mother. He said, “You know, that’s my wife’s purse.” If she had been lost, she would have made life hell for my mother with the taunt of being a worthless, irresponsible woman throughout her life.”
Munni is scared, but understands why the alcoholic is so angry. The alcoholic catches his wrist and yells to attract the attention of others. The situation is slipping away from his grip. He knows that the drunkard will not leave him until he does something rather than pray for forgiveness. It wasn’t the first time he or she was in a similar situation. He had heard many stories about being trapped in such situations from slum dwellers and how they usually came out of them. Without wasting time, she catches the bulge of the drunkard’s and looks into his eyes. Surprised, the alcoholic lost his grip on the wrist. She calms him to a great extent while cleverly massaging his bulge. The shocking drunken story is shocked by the twist. A few moments ago he was in the driver’s seat, which Munni has now taken over. Munni could run away if she had an open space and no one around, but here she can’t go and the excited drunkard takes it as an invitation to sex. The crazy drunkard is speechless and shocked by the gradual tension in his penis and the strong grip of Munni. Munni dropped her pallu, giving the drunkard a good view of her long and deep cleavage due to her 34D cup and bright black skin.
Munni caught him and pushed him away from the crowd into the parking lot. She tries to escape from there, but stumbling drunkard falls to the ground, holding her legs with a strong grip that does not allow her to escape. In the quarrel, Munni also falls to the ground, giving sufficient opportunity to the drunkard; he struggles to get over her. The aroused drunkard lays 80kg of his weight and spreads her hand over her head; Munni regrets her decision to run away very soon. The drunkard kisses her breasts; attempts to make her naked but under the influence of alcohol, his body and brain are not coordinating enough that he can dominate her. Munni is crying and feeling the seriousness of the situation, and surrenders. She is slapped again by drunkard. If the drunkard bites her she has no objection, because it is not a big deal for her. After knowing his mental state and his inability to have sex in this situation, it will be nothing but a waste of time.
She needs to act fast. She cannot waste time for many reasons. Opening the blouse invites the drunkard to suck her nipple, hoping it will be over as soon as possible. Ironically, the drunkard interprets this turn of events as his victory over her, without realizing that he is the one who is now under Munni’s control. Munni tries to pull out his penis. She is frustrated that the drunkard gets aroused without an erection. He is not able to fuck and at the same time, he wants to fuck a woman younger to him by least two and half decades. Munni pushes him and abuses him for his inability to get an erection. She yells at him, “Yaar, I have returned the handbag. Still, you are forcing me to have sex with you, and since you cannot fuck a woman, let me go.”
Hearing Munni’s insults, the drunkard loses control over him and kneels in front of her, inserts his hand in her sari and pulls her pubic hair hard. Munni did not expect this from him and she screams in pain. Under the influence of alcohol, the drunkard stands up and pushes Munni to the ground, pulls out his penis, urinates on it, and rolls flat on the ground. Identifying the best opportunity, Munni stands up and sits on the drunkard’s face, pulls up her sari, urinates on his face, and defecates in his mouth. It is perfectly normal for slum women not to wear undergarments for several reasons. They have difficulty drying off due to lack of privacy and space. Secondly, those who are slutty find it more convenient not to wear it. Stained him with her feces she leaves him and robs his wallet. She returns to the caterer to ask permission to leave. After obtaining permission, she collects some food in plastic bags and returns home at a brisk walk.
She heaves a sigh of relief at reaching home safely; her drunken husband snoring; getting back to her children; feeding them breast milk. She looks at the clock; it is 12AM. She is worried about what has happened; she counts the money from the looted wallet and puts it in a safe place. After taking a bath, she steps out of the house to get some fresh air and throws the looted wallet at a safe distance. She is about 100 meters from her house when she notices a car approaching her. She is wondering who could be the owner of the car in the slums. For security reasons, she knows that no one brings vehicles to this place.
The screeching car stops next to her, and a man comes out of the car, under istanbul escort harsh headlights. Munni is finding it difficult to identify the person until he comes close to her, and is stunned to see the caterer’s staff visiting her home in the evening. Hearing her, she walks closer to the waiting car with two young boys in their 20s. They introduce themselves as twins named Aarush and Agatsya. After some normal conversation, they thank the caterer staff for helping them locating her, and let him go. The boys lied to the caterer staff that they liked the taste of the food and would like to hire the one who cooked it. This is how they reach her. Without getting off the car, Aarush tells Munni, “Will you go to jail or come with us to sort things out?” Stunned, she replies, “For what?” Agatsya says, “Don’t be too smart.
The man whose face you have defecated is our father. You robbed his wallet. We don’t want the money back, but you have insulted our father, and you have to apologize to him in person. We have our grandmother as a witness. “You decide: jail or pardon.” Once again, Munni analyzes the situation to the best of her ability and gets into the car, knowing that staying in neighborhood and causing a brawl could attract attention or lead to the assumption that she is a prostitute. So, what have you decided, jail or pardon? One of them asked her as they drove away from the slum, watching her upset face in the rearview mirror. “Do I have a choice?” Munni replied, worried but determined that she must escape this situation and return home before dawn. What else can you offer? Both boys inquired in unison, looking at each other. Munni probably knew that apologizing to the man whose face she had defecated on was asking too much, especially from a heartless man who paid no attention to his mother’s request to let her go. Considering falling into their trap and ending up behind bars, she asks them, “Can we settle things here? I don’t think your father has called to forgive me. I have already returned the handbag, and if you want your money back, drive me back home. I’ll give it to you.” Confused, the boys, watching her from the rearview mirror, notice that Munni has dropped her drape prominently exposing her cleavage; she is looking at them and can feel the lust in their eyes. They were a little absorbed in the appetizer of her cleavage and were not expecting to be a 20-year-old woman with nice round breasts and deep cleavage when they came here for revenge.
Agatsya looks at Aarush, who smiles. Aarush takes a U-turn and drives away from the wedding venue. Agatsya, turning to her, fondles her breast and says, “Allow us to humiliate you and we will let you go.” Munni had no problem with the boys having sex with her, and that was all she wanted to do to settle things once and for all. She was a little worried about what it meant to allow these guys to humiliate her. Anyway time was running fast so whatever had to be done had to be done quickly. In about 5 minutes, the boys reached an enclave, where one of them parked the car and instructed her to follow them. Aarush followed them into the apartment and closed the door. The boys, being boys, still don’t know what they want, but to get a chance, they offer her a glass of water. Munni looked at the clock as she drank the water.
It was 1:25 am. Putting down the glass, she asked the boys, “You have to drop me back.” Shrugging, Agatsya yells, “What, are you crazy? You are not a guest.”
Munni quickly undresses, revealing her naked body with big boobs, wide ass, a deep navel and a hairy vagina. They couldn’t believe their good fortune; her dusky complexion was a trophy dipped in dark chocolate for their lust. Naked, she sits on the couch and waits for the twins to fuck her as soon as possible, so she can get back home before dawn. They were still stunned and unable to accept reality; they were aroused, they were with another woman who was unfamiliar to them, so they were unsure how to proceed.
The same is the case with Munni. She has no problem having sex with them in exchange for her freedom, but since she is not a prostitute and has never been in a situation like this before, she is unaware. Munni lifts her clothes and pretends to get ready when she sees their amateurish behavior. Aarush comes to her, takes off her clothes and throws them aside, then rubs his penis on her face. Munni lets him do whatever he wants with her eyes closed. Aarush starts to pound her lips with his penis. Munni gives him a big kiss and hugs him. She looks at the other twin, who seems apprehensive, wanting to please them immediately and go back home. Aarush sits down with his eyes closed and Munni had a penis in her mouth, enjoying the sensation of being sucked. Munni looks around eagerly calling the other twin with her eyes, to join the celebration and set her free. In a few minutes, Agatsya appears naked in front of her, jerking his semi-hard penis. Munni grabs his penis and starts sucking it too, sucking them both in turn and bringing them to the climax. After getting comfortable with their escort kurtköy prey, they get into action, pulling her hair and pulling her onto the dining table. Agatsya sits on a chair and tries to fuck her. Meanwhile, Aarush kicks Munni’s ass, so that she must get down on all fours and raise her butt. Following Aarush’s orders, she gets into a doggy position while Agatsya continues to fuck her mouth. Kneeling behind her, Aarush examines her dry hairy vagina and anus up close.
As time passes, their lust and excitement intensify; Agatsya grabs her head while abusing and presses it between his thighs, and fucks her mouth deeply. Spreading Munni’s legs, Aarush sniffs her pussy with a deep breath. Munni, without any emotion or excitement, is just participating like a sexdoll. Agatsya senses her unwillingness, warning her of dire consequences if she does not participate as a willing partner.
Munni realizes that she has to become a whore if she has to end the show quickly and reach home safely. She takes out his penis, spits on it, pulls off his foreskin, licks his slit, looks back, and moves her ass in circles, tempting Aarush to fuck her pussy. The twins get excited seeing the sudden change in Munni’s behavior and start to enjoy her as their partner. Agatsya gets excited by her twirking in order to make them cum quickly and he pulls his penis out of her mouth, moves back, and rubs his erect penis between Munni’s asses. Munni licks own lips, inviting Aarush to take Agatsya’s place. Aarush, with his erect cock, sits on a chair in front of her, pulls back the foreskin of his penis, pokes his penis in her nose, rubs it on her eyelid, drips his precum on her cheeks, and wipes it thoroughly.
Though not excited but due to an agreement with the boys, Munni had no choice but to have sex with them. She does not realize that in her attempt to excite and satisfy the boys she also getting aroused by the touch and smell of Aarush’s penis and by her fake moans. Agatsya licks her spreading, shrinking pussy and the hairy plateau above it, making a show of his penis, a transparent fluid starts flowing down Munni’s thighs. With all three leaking their sexual fluids, the room fills with erotic smells none of them is able to avoid; they want to have sex now.
After getting a clear view of Munni’s ass, Agatsya spreads her pussy lips and licks the darkest and roughest patch of her ass. Excited Munni spreads her legs even wider and lifts her ass even higher like a cat, so that it is easier to lick it.
“I never thought I would fuck you, bitch. You dirty stinking slut. One day, I will gangbang you. Oh God, keep this bitch here forever, freaky, man. This slutty babe is a skilled ass twit.” Aarush says this in a deep and sexy voice, spreads her legs even wider, pushes her aside, spits on his cock, puts it back in her mouth, and then starts fucking her mouth.
When Agatsya saw his twin’s moaning face, “Fuck!” he joined the sex act from behind, sniffing and licking Munni’s cunt, wet with his saliva. Munni busied herself in relieving the twins of their lust. With every thrust of Agatsya, Aarush’s penis penetrates Munni’s windpipe, stretching her muscles to their limits, lubricated enough with her saliva, her tongue coating his penis to protect it from any potential damage from her teeth. Munni thought it would be a quick and easy task, but with her running nose, tears streaming down her cheeks and a frothy mixture of spit, sperm and saliva dripping from her mouth onto her nipples, her participation in this sex act without any intention certainly reflects Munni’s natural sexual excitement, she is moaning, shivering, but does not look worried at all. From there onwards both the brothers also without any hesitation fulfill their sexual fantasies with a completely naked woman in front of them for the first time without any shame or guilt.
Agatsya, taking it as a challenge, easily inserts his throbbing cock into Munni’s leaking pussy without any effort, Munni’s pussy also expands and contracts as if ready to swallow his penis, the boys are less experienced but due to their age and their excitement their cocks do not wilt even after ejaculating. Aarush’s semen dripping from Munni’s mouth and Agatsya’s semen from her pussy providing the necessary lubrication helps their cocks to move in and out easily, there is coordination between the three like a factory machine and all three enjoy the fuck with ease. The fluttering of the twins’ cocks and the intensity of fucking are signals to the experienced Munni that the boys are ready to ejaculate any time; intensifying her efforts, she is anticipating the end of her sexual adventure. With luck, imitating whatever porn they had seen earlier, they both fuck the supine Munni, panting madly in their respective jurisdictions, like a bull fucking a cow in the middle of the street. The twins scream and cum simultaneously in Munni’s mouth and pussy and then sit down on the couch exhausted. Munni, still in the doggy position, is vomiting spit and cum, her black haired pussy is leaking shiny semen, thinking that perhaps Agatsya and Aarush’s male egos are satisfied. Munni, tired, stands, arching her back, cum running down her legs, the wall clock reading 2.30. Wiping her dripping pussy, she gathers her clothes, looking at them with questioning eyes, asking, “Is it over. Can I leave?”
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