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A Twisted DaydeleteddeleteddeletedI have received so many emails and messages from my readers, most ofthem requesting me to talk to them, or meet me, be their friends, etc. I doanswer quite a few of them, and try to follow it up time after time. One suchfriend I found was Aditya a 32 year old fashion photographer from Mumbai. Hewas smart and witty during chats, and we easily became friends within 2 weekson the internet. I had told him though, that I just want him to be a friend andnot think of going beyond that.We used to have hot chats very often, but we both agreed to keep ourfeelings limited to that. We used to role play a lot on the internet, and itwas enough to get me horny. We also exchanged a lot of our pictures, over thenet, and I had no problems as he never asked for any nudity. All in all, he wasa good internet friend for me as we continued to talk over the weeks and Ifound out that his brother was organizing a fashion show in my city.Aditya persuaded me to join him for the 3 day event being attracted todesigner clothes could not deny. We met at the venue and he made sure we gotthe best possible treatment at the show. I was seated next to the bestdesigners, and Aditya kept my company. He even took me to the backstage where Iwitnessed the oomph factor associated with the profession. I expressed mydesire of receiving the same attention to Aditya after some arrangements, hetold me to come back on the second day but he also mentioned that.I will have to go through a rigorous photo session before I get to setmy foot on the ramp. I was very excited, and turned up at the backstage asadvised Aditya gathered a photographer, a designer, and a make-up man, and tookme to the changing room, where the photo session was supposed to be held. I wasabout to get the opportunity of a life time, to set my foot in the fashionindustry. The designer got his collection of clothes, and I was in aweseeing all the clothes. Aditya told me Anahita, I am sorry, we could notarrange for a changing room for you, as the place is jam-packed.We agreed that I will be changing the behind a curtain and I went behindthe curtain, and the designer, another man, in his 30s, pulled out a red gownfor me. I was a beautiful majestic red piece, off the shoulders. Thephotographer started adjusting the lights when I put on the gown and appearedin front of the men, they started laughing at me, and I was feeling embarrassedin the situation. The designer yelled you are so dumb, you can’t how off yourbra strap with this gown, you look like a clown. Are you here to waste my time?I was scared, and went back immediately, got rid of my bra, and put thegown back. The designer approached me now, and putting his fingers inside thegown, he adjusted it to his whims. I felt his finger on my cleavage. He thenrubbed his palm over the gown, straightening the crease making sure he didn’tmiss my breasts. I thought that he is just professional. Themakeup man took over, and brushed my face, and showed me the mirror. I waslooking like a princess and was overjoyed.The photographer clicked, and I was again behind the curtain for changeand the designer without any warning, unzipped the gown from behind while I wasgoing behind, and revealing my bare back. He was still probably actingprofessional perhaps. I requested him to step on the other side of the curtainso that I get my privacy. He did as I asked, and said but hand me the gown, Idon’t want you to be throwing it and mess it up. I took off the gown standingbehind the curtain, and passed over the gown.He gave me two tighter similar gowns, and I had to wear them without thebra. I could feel my nipples poking out through the gown, and he always madesure to iron out the creases with his palm. Now, the makeup man also wasworking on my hair as the designer was taking care of the black gown. I wastaken care of by two young men, and I felt excited. Aditya was standing withthe photographer after 2 more shoots, the designer now came up with a gownwhere the hips were supposed to be revealed along with my shoulders.It was a beautiful navy blue gown with embedded Swarovski and thedesigner saw the glow in my eyes when he forwarded it to me. I had just takenoff the previous gown, and was standing right in front of him only in mypanties with my arms covering my tits. He told me, isn’t this amazing, but youwill have to take your panties off too. I don’t want its beauty to be spoiledby your strings. I went behind the rack and took off my panties immediately,extending my arms, I took the dress and wore it. The designer did his usual byadjusting the top and ironing out the creases.He then put his hand inside thecut around the hip, and put his palm on my bare butt giving me a strange smile.I smiled back. The make up man was gradually coming closer to my face, and wewere breathing on each other’s Aditya too stood behind me, and started to giveme a soothing back rub as my makeup was being taken care off. I am not surewhat was happening, but I felt spark all around me.I was not sure if it was just me who was feeling the heat, or the guyswere actually into me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and it was themost beautiful dress I have ever worn, perfectly fitting me, sparkling, addingto the glow on my face. The photographer clicked me in various poses, and thedesigner pulled out a bright yellow dress. This time, it was even smaller, andwas expected to be revealing the top half of my cleavage, and barely coveringhalf of my thighs.I was getting more and more comfortable with the men around. I wentbehind the rack, took off the gown, slipped my panties back on, and coming outin open, with one hand across my breasts, and the other handing over the gownto Aditya, who was keeping them aside. The designer, who was about to handme the yellow gown, said you better keep your panties off, we don’t want themto be seen in the photographs.” I took the dress, going behind the curtain; Itook my panties off, and slipped in the gown.This time, it was Aditya, whocame up to adjust the dress bending his knees, he went down, and pulled my gowna little lower. I was sure he was seeing güvenilir bahis şirketleri my pussy and now the dress was lowenough to just reveal my brown tits. He stood back up, and adjusted the dressfrom top, hiding my tits. He had already felt them for the first time. I didn’tresist even a bit, because I now wanted all of it to happen. The guys around medid not let any opportunity go to touch me, or come close to me, yet they didit all in a very professional manner.I was going more and more desperate as the guys did not let their wishesknown. I have never been an initiator in any of my encounters. The photographerstarted his job, and I was made to pose in ways which would have nearly exposedmy pussy and I went behind the rack, got naked again, and was thinking of waysto let them know my desire. I put my finger in my pussy, and it was wetalready, ready to be rampaged. I got a new dress now, this time, a red one witha cut in the middle of the breast region giving a full view of my cleavage.I wore it in a manner so as to reveal the maximum of my breasts. I alsomade sure there were enough creases on the gown and that these men will takecare of. The designer approached me, and I gave him an inviting smile placinghis hand in the cut, he adjusted the lining over my breast. Taking care of thecreases, he went back, and the entire procedure was repeated. I was now gettingdisappointed as none of these men had made a move yet. So this time, I decidedto take off my clothes right in front of them as I took off the gown.I was totally naked in front of them. I immediately covered my breastwith one arm, and the pussy with another, walking behind the rack, giving thema good view of my butts, hoping that they will now want more from me. Thedesigner came to me, and handed me another dress, as he stood on the other sideof the curtain. This time, it was a dress with buttons in front from top tobottom, extending up to my legs. I thought that this was my opportunity to getthem up close again.I left the top four buttons open, and stepped out, giving them almost acomplete look of my breasts, barely covering my nipples. This time, the makeupman approached me first, and started working on my hair and face. I could see himglancing at my breasts and this satisfied me as I knew that he was gettingdistracted. However, he maintained his professionalism and left after his jobwas done. The designer came, buttoned the suit, and said, we are not intopornography.I was totally embarrassed and frustrated now. I was getting wetterand wetter with passing time, and there was no one to satisfy me. I was sodesperate that I would have paid them now to fuck me after the photographs weretaken, I went back behind the curtain to change, and took the cloth off. I putmy hand in my pussy, and I was even wetter by now. So, I called out for Aditya tohelp me out with the dress as he came to me, he saw me totally naked putting myfinger in my pussy and I asked maybe I could use a hand.He stood there, and watched, as I tried to get him to grope me but to myshock, he stood there, and called the other men, and the designer andphotographer started yelling at me saying you are such a slut, get the hell outof here. It is people like you who malign the names in the world of modellingand the designer gathered my clothes, threw it on me, and said you should beashamed for doing this go to a brothel and show off like this and I wasshattered, as this was my first experience of being rejected by men.Moreover, I was wet, and deprived, and was being insulted while I wassitting naked. I put my clothes on in front of the men, and left the room withmy face down, not being even able to look at them. I wept all the way to myhome, and laid down on the bed not being able to get over the incident. Itwas eight in the evening, I heard a bell on the door and to my surprise, andthe same men were standing there. Aditya said the designer is too impressed byyour face and he wants to shoot you in his favourite design.I let them in and the handed me a box the designer said wearthis and come back. I think this is meant only for you.” I went to myroom, took off my clothes, and as I opened the box, I saw that it contained, avery small bright red two piece, and a red collar. I also realized that theyhave come to my house without any camera, and I knew that I was about to getwhat I wanted. I wore the clothes, and appeared in front of them, and all ofthem were sitting in my drawing room.I had shown them by now how desperate I am and now I was ready to berampaged by 4 men. The designer walked up to me and started to tease me byrubbing the back of his hand against my bare waist. I closed my eyes, andstarted to take deep breaths. He whispered in my ear, “We have got fewaccessories for you too. His hand has by now moved inside my bra, and he wassqueezing my tits gently. He walked me to the pillar in the drawing room, towhich a long rope was tied.The free end was tied to my foot, and I was their prisoner now withanother rope, they tied my hands firmly to the pillar, and I was stuck standingagainst the pillar wearing bright red bra and panties, and a collar around myneck. Aditya came back the kitchen with some ice-cubes in his hands, and hepulled my panties, placing one inside, and then in the cups of my bra. Mynipples started to get firm, and I was shivering as the ice melted, the guysstarted to lick the dripping water off my bare thighs and waist as theycontinued to explore my bare body.I was being treated like a porn star without the cameras and I lovedevery moment of it. The guys had already seen me naked back in the studio, andhence were in no hurry to strip me. They just wanted to tease me till I begthem to fuck me. Their plan was working very well. I was moaning loud as theytouched my bare shoulders and waist Aditya pulled out a mouth gag, and tied itaround my mouth, gagging me preventing me from making any noise. I loved thetoy, but had no idea what was coming next.My hands were released and I was now free to move around the pillar, asmy foot was still tied to it. I was very desperate canlı bahis şirketleri to get the fucking started,so I lowered my panties and pulled my free leg out of it, while it was stillstuck in the tied leg. The guys were laughing at me for my desperate state, andhad my mouth not been gagged, I would have been begging them to fuck me. Thephotographer pushed me from behind and I was on my knees and elbows. Thedesigner pulled out a black whip from his pocket, and unleashed it on mybuttock.He hit it so hard that it felt like a bolt of lightning. I could noteven scream because of the mouth gag, and everyone enjoyed it including me. Thewhipping continued for a while, and I was enjoying being treated in thismanner. The guys then took off their pants, and the designer said, “Nowyou see the pain bitch. You must take care of three of our cocks equally at thesame time, and if the fourth guy sees that you are neglecting any one, he willpunish you again.The makeup man stood behind me Aditya opposite me, and the other two bymy sides. The gag was taken off, and so was my bra. I was on my knees on frontof four guys wearing only a collar. Aditya thrusted his cock inside my mouth andI gripped the other two cocks in my hands it was very difficult to give equalattention to all, and I was being constantly whipped harder and harder on mybutt after ten minutes of beating, I was able to satisfy all three of them atthe same time with equal attention.It was then that the photographer inserted his finger in my pussy, andstarted to rub. I finally got something for my pussy after so much of struggle.It felt like heaven, and as his fingers explored me, I stopped entertaining thethree cocks, and was about to throw into orgasms. The guys were also nowpumping their cum all over my body. I was moaning out louder than ever waitingto squirt out my honey when the photographer took his finger out. I had closedmy eyes and was cursing them aloud on the floor.All of a sudden, I felt someone pouring warm water on my belly, and whenI opened my eyes, it was Aditya pissing on me. The other men stood, and waitedfor their turn to do the same. I laid unmoved on the floor, as I felt drops ofurine splashing on my body. The other guys then took turns to shower on mybreasts, and finally on my face, I got back to my senses after the goldenshower to find my naked body drenched in urine.The door bell rang, and I realized that this is probably my hubbyoutside. I was tied to a pillar in my house, naked, and drenched in urine withfour naked men. The guys untied me, and were planning to escape from somewindow but it was impossible for me to clean up before my hubby entered. Ipicked up my cell phone, and called my hubby informing that I had to go to afriend’s house for some emergency, and will be back the next day and persuadedhim to stay out for the night.The designer looked at me in awe and said you are one hell of a thirstybitch. You know you are going to go through hell tonight with us.” Iwalked up to the designer, and putting my hand on his shoulder, I entangled myleg around him, moving it up and down as our thighs rubbed against eachothers’. I whispered, show me how wild you can get, my cunt is waiting and Iheld is hand and guided it towards my pussy.He immediately pushed me away and holding my hair tight and he pulled ithard and shouted and I know your cunt is thirsty for anything, but you can’t get quench it soeasily be my slave for the night. Do whatever I ask you to. He was absolutelyright. I would have done anything for a man’s organ in my pussy with my fingerin my pussy I replied, how may I oblige you master? The guys were laughing atmy desperate state, and the photographer who was again standing with the whipsaid do not touch your cunt unless we allow you to, otherwise.I shall punish you and he lashed his whip around my waist and I withdrewmy finger immediately. The make up man told me and you are stinking in our urineslut; lick yourself clean. I was not sure what I was supposed to do, and I kepton staring at him. Aditya got hold of a cane, and stuck me hard on my back andscreamed do as we say you slave, or I will punish you and I noticed the redmark that was developing around my waist after the last whip and started tolick my hands in order to avoid any further punishment.This was not the first time that I was tasting urine. I licked my hands,legs, pits, and even my breasts. They took me to the bathroom, and startedshowering me with the hand shower, cleaning me up. Aditya pointed the showeraround my pussy. I was getting aroused, and more and more, and my fingersreached my pussy again, beginning to rub it, when I felt another whiplash overmy breast. I took my hand away, but they continued to spray water along myinner thighs, and I had to resist the will to stimulate my pussy.The guys now carried me to the bedroom; all of us drenched in water, andlaid me down on my bed. The cameraman was now tickling my inner thighs with hisfingers, and I was hoping that he reaches out to my pussy, but he continued totease me. My cunt was dripping, and it was then I started begging for a fuck please,someone fuck me. I have been doing whatever you guys wanted me to do. I can’tresist anymore. I need a cock in my pussy now and I saw the designer whisperingin the ears of Aditya,The designer said you have to show that you deserve our dicks in yourpussy get us drunk, and maybe we can then fuck you and it was almost midnight,and I replied and I don’t keep alcohol in our house, how will I get you drunk?The makeup man said it is you who need the fuck, find out the solution bitchand I suggested that we can get it from the shop nearby, and they agreed totake me there if I buy it for them. I rushed to my wardrobe when Aditya said husttake your purse bitch.We have clothes for you and he pulled out a crimson red two piece lacybikini and threw it at me. I was being asked to buy alcohol at midnightwearing only a bikini. He continued cover your leaking pussy with this andlet’s hurry up.” I felt a thrill at the very thought of this, and I tookmy purse, put the bikini on, and went canlı kaçak iddaa to my car parked outside. The guysmade me drive the car, and ordered me to take them to an alcohol shop. The guysturned on the lights in the car to make sure that I got noticed by anyoneoutside the car.Aditya put his hands inside my panties, and I was getting hotter withevery passing second. I made sure that I drove the car slowly to avoid anyaccident. We reached the shop, and the designer said, “Go, get us somealcohol bitch”, and he handed me my purse. I was about to pay for thefirst time in my life to get fucked on top of that, I was expected to buy thebooze wearing only bikini. I was nervous now, not knowing how the shop ownerwill react to me.The road was totally silent, but I did see a couple of North-East Indian(Chinkis) men at the counter probably buying booze too. I got down from thecar, covering my breasts with my arm across them, and walked up to the counter.The guys at the counter saw me, and just waited. I reached the counter, andasked for Whiskey. They stepped closer, and rubbing my back gently asked,“How can we help you madam?” They were totally under the influence ofalcohol.I looked at the guys in the car, and they were just watching andenjoying the scene. The men slipped their hands inside my panties, and were nowmoving over my butt. I saw the shopkeeper just standing and blankly staring atmy cleavage. I felt the danger, and without revolting about the intruding hands,reminded the shop owner to give me the whiskey, as the guys behind me startedto pinch my buttocks. The shop keeper intentionally took his time while the twoguys were exploring me further.Their hands moved up again, and I felt a snap at my back. My bra wasunhooked, and they pulled it down in a flash revealing my nipples. Theshopkeeper was back at the counter with the alcohol, and was enjoying thescene. I stood there trying to hide my tits with my purse, and begged pleasedon’t hurt me, let me go! They started laughing loud, and were talking among themselvesin a language I did not understand. One of them was holding my bra to his face,and smelling it, while the other one was trying to grab it from his hand.They appeared to be fighting for my bra and I immediately took out moneyfrom my purse, and paid for the Whiskey, as the two men continued to fightamong themselves. As I turned and started to move towards my car, one of themgrabbed my shoulders, and pulled my panties down. I was stark naked on thestreet at the mercy of two North-East Indians. I called the guys in the car forhelp, but they just watched, as the guy grabbed my hips tight, and lifted meback to the counter of the shop.I was holding my purse and the whiskey tight, as my abdomen was pushedto the counter while I was being groped from behind. The other dropped hispants and undies, and I knew I was about to get fucked. I kept my purse and thealcohol on the counter. I was beginning to get wet again, and the guys weresurprised at my lack of resistance. The men in the car came out to help me. Theguy groping me stopped them at the gunpoint and pushed them back in the car inthe mean time.The guy who had dropped his pants to charge of me and after waiting forthe entire day, I was about to get a cock in my pussy. I parted my butt-cheeksas the guy grabbed my breast from behind, and penetrated my wet cunt with hisdick. It slipped in easily and I let out a huge moan from the very firststroke. He crushed my breasts hard and continued to fuck me. The shopkeeperstood right in front of me, watching me moan. Out of sheer pleasure and Igrabbed his head, and put my mouth on his, kissing passionately.I was having sexual encounter on an open street with complete strangers.I started throwing orgasms immediately. The man with the gun made sure that theguys in the car stayed inside. I was continuously being rammed from behind, andI was moaning out loud on street. Soon, I felt a gush in my cunt and the manhad cum inside me within five minutes. The shop owner came out of the shop, andopened the bottle of whiskey for me, and made sure I was drinking the neatwhiskey.The man with the gun handed the gun to his partner and dropped his pantspositioning himself behind me. He immediately guided his cock inside me, andstarted the jerky movement. His hands were twisting my nipples instead ofcrushing them. The shop owner drank some whiskey, and started to pour it in mymouth from his. I was beginning to feel the effect of alcohol. I looked around,and found a couple of people peeping from their windows and balcony.I felt another jet inside my pussy, and the shop owner approached mefrom behind. He pushed his cock in my ass, and I let out a loud moan. I wassinking in the effect of alcohol, and passed out and I woke up on the streetunder the counter of the alcohol shop. The sun was rising, and there were veryfew people seen at distant. I stood up naked and located my bra and pantieslying on the floor. I immediately wore them, and covered myself with the rug. Iwas in pain underneath after all the fucking.I saw my car where I had parked it yesterday, and inside slept thealcohol shop owner. I couldn’t locate my purse, the car keys and so I approachedthe man in my car and woke him up. He said, I have your purse and keys insidemy store madam, but I will give it to you only after you let me fuck you in thecar and I was very tired and recalled that my husband will be home soon. Ireplied please let me go now, I promise to do it later.” He said, how canI trust you whore?I am not letting you go with your purse and car and fool me likethis.” Sitting in the car, I kissed him hard, and placed my hand on hiscock inside his pants. Rubbing him, I reassured him, “Get my purse, I willhand you my ATM card, you can withdraw 20000 rupees, and keep them until Ispend an entire night as per your wishes. Take my phone number too. He was ecstaticat the offer, and said two nights, for letting you go now.” I had to agreeso that I could reach home before my husband, and settle down.He took the money, handed me the keys and wallet, and I drove home in mybikini. I was sore after the incident at night, and was bruised over face,elbows and knees. My husband returned home, and asked me about the bruise whenI told him that it was due to an accident, he had probably understood that I waslying but he did not bother probing further. Perhaps, he knew what a slut I am.

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