My name is Risha, and this is the filthy, spicy, and downright depraved truth of my life that I’m sharing with you all today. I’m a 26-year-old from Delhi, and I look like such a slut that if I walk through the lanes of South Ex, every guy’s cock would stand at attention. My figure is 34-28-36, fair skin, long black hair, and an ass so juicy it makes every Delhi dude drool. Two years ago, I broke up with my boyfriend, Kanishk. Our relationship lasted a year and a half, and during that time, I lived a life every whore dreams of. Kanishk loved me, but his love was dirty. He got off on watching me get fucked by other men and humiliating himself in the process. Yes, he was a filthy cuckold who jerked his tiny cock while watching the spectacle of my pussy getting pounded.
Kanishk was 28, living in a posh three-bedroom flat in South Extension. His dad had piles of money, and he himself earned a fat salary at a multinational company. He was tall, fair, and smart-looking, but he had one flaw that made me laugh the first time I saw it. His cock… fucking hell, it was so small it looked like a kid’s toy from a dollhouse. The first time I saw it, my eyes widened, but I didn’t say anything. I just smirked and sucked it to keep his ego intact. Later, he asked me, “Risha, tell me honestly, how’s my cock?” I hesitated, but he insisted he wanted to hear dirty humiliation. Laughing, I said, “It’s like a cock shortage, you fucker—a half-assed Tic Tac!” That got him so turned on that his pathetic little dick got rock hard. That night, as I sat in his lap with his cock in my pussy, I told him stories about my ex-lovers’ thick, massive cocks. I said, “Kanishk, one of my lovers had such a huge cock it tore my pussy apart, and you? Yours just tickles!” He came like a maniac, with a filthy grin on his face.
Two months into our relationship, Kanishk revealed his dirty fantasy. One night, as we were downing shots of desi daaru in his flat, he whispered, “Risha, I want you to fuck another guy, and I want to watch.” I was stunned. I said, “What kind of fucked-up shit is this, Kanishk?” But there was a perverse excitement in his eyes. He said, “I get off on being humiliated. Bring some hung stud and fuck him in front of me.” I hesitated at first, but then I thought, if this bastard wants this, why not have some fun myself? My pussy was craving a real cock anyway. I called up my old fuck-buddy, Deepak. Deepak was 30, a gym rat, a Haryanvi stud with an 8-inch cock, thick and powerful. I told him my boyfriend was a cuckold and wanted to watch me get fucked. Deepak laughed and said, “You slut, this is gonna be a wild game. I’m in.”
The first time this filthy game happened was at Kanishk’s flat. I wore black lace lingerie that barely covered my tits and made my ass pop so hard every Delhi dude would lose his mind. Deepak ordered Kanishk to wear a pink panty, and he obeyed like a submissive bitch. At 9 PM, Deepak arrived. As soon as he walked in, he barked at Kanishk, “Oi, you cuck, get me a beer, quick!” Kanishk mumbled, “Yes, bhai,” and rushed to the fridge to grab a cold one. Deepak sprawled on the sofa, legs spread, and I sat in his lap, stroking his cock through his jeans. It felt so thick and hard that my pussy started dripping. I licked his cock through the fabric now and then, while Kanishk stood in the corner watching. His tiny cock was straining in his pink panty, a mix of shame and thrill on his face.
Deepak ordered Kanishk, “You bastard, get on your knees and be my footstool.” Kanishk said, “Yes, bhai,” and dropped to his knees. Deepak rested his heavy boots on Kanishk’s back. I was in Deepak’s lap, and he ripped my lingerie off. He squeezed my tits so hard I screamed, “Ahh… Deepak… you fucker, slow down!” But that Haryanvi stud wasn’t listening. He sucked my nipples, biting them with his teeth, and my moans filled the room, “Uff… you bastard, harder… suck my tits!” Kanishk, with Deepak’s boots on his back, started jerking his pathetic cock. Deepak grabbed my hair and pushed me toward his cock. I took his thick, massive cock in my mouth and started sucking. It was so big it hit the back of my throat, and drool dripped from my mouth. Deepak taunted Kanishk, “Look, you cuck, your whore needs a real cock. That Tic Tac of yours can’t even get into her pussy!” Kanishk hung his head, soaking in the humiliation, his eyes gleaming with perverse excitement.
After a while, Deepak lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, signaling Kanishk to follow. On the bed, he put me in doggy style, my face toward Kanishk. Deepak rubbed his cock on my pussy, then slammed it in with one hard thrust. I screamed, “Ahh… Deepak… you bastard, you tore my pussy!” His cock was ripping through me, sliding in and out. My tits bounced with every thrust, and I looked into Kanishk’s eyes, moaning, “Uff… Kanishk… look, this is real fucking! Your cock doesn’t even tickle my pussy!” He started jerking his tiny cock furiously. Deepak threw a filthy taunt, “See, cuck, your whore needs a real man. You’re just good for watching!” I joined in, “Yeah, Kanishk, your cock is smaller than a Delhi Metro ticket. Deepak’s cock is a fucking freight train!” Kanishk’s breathing got heavy, reveling in the dirty humiliation.
Deepak fucked me in every position for half an hour. Sometimes sitting me in his lap, sometimes flipping me over and spanking my ass. My pussy was so wet that every thrust made a “slap-slap” sound. He squeezed my tits, bit my nipples, and fingered my ass to make me even hornier. He kept talking dirty while fucking me, “You slut, Risha, your pussy’s wide open like a whore’s. Tell me, how many cocks have you taken?” I moaned, “Ahh… Deepak… just want your cock… fuck me hard!” Finally, he came all over my tits, and ordered Kanishk, “Come, you bastard, lick my cum clean.” Kanishk obeyed without hesitation, licking Deepak’s cum off my tits. Deepak grabbed his throat and said, “I’ll fuck your whore whenever I want, got it, cuck?” Kanishk nodded, and my pussy started burning again.
This filthy game became a regular thing. Sometimes Deepak came, sometimes some other stud. Kanishk always wanted the same thrill. He’d watch me get fucked, listen to dirty insults, and jerk his tiny cock until he came. But the real depravity kicked in when Deepak planned a new game. A few weeks later, he called me and said, “You slut, Risha, this time I’m bringing four friends. You and that cuck Kanishk get ready. We’re gonna turn your pussy and ass into a fucking carnival for the whole weekend.” I asked Kanishk, and he agreed instantly, his eyes gleaming with the same filthy excitement as a Delhi dude watching his first porn flick.
That weekend is something I’ll never forget. Kanishk’s flat was like a lavish bungalow, and Deepak brought his four friends—Rahul, Vicky, Arjun, and Karan. They were all gym rats from Delhi, Haryanvi-UP style studs with cocks to die for. Deepak ordered me to stay naked, and I did. Kanishk was made to wear just a thin pink panty, like some cheap whore. When the five men entered the flat, Deepak commanded, “You slut, spread your legs and show your pussy.” I shamelessly spread my legs, my wet pussy on display. Rahul slid a finger into my pussy, Vicky pinched my clit, and the others ogled my tits, saying filthy things, “Fuck, this is premium pussy. Kanishk, how do you fuck this whore with your Tic Tac?” Kanishk hung his head, soaking in their insults, his tiny cock hard in his panty.
Deepak ordered, “Risha, suck their cocks and get them hard, you whore.” I got on my knees and started sucking their cocks one by one. Rahul’s cock was 7 inches, thick and black. Vicky’s was long and curved, like a desi sugarcane. Arjun and Karan’s weren’t far behind, both 6.5 inches but powerful. I sucked their cocks while they barked at Kanishk, “Oi, cuck, get us beers. Bring some desi daaru.” Kanishk ran around serving them like a Delhi waiter. Then Arjun bent me over the sofa and rammed his cock into my ass. I screamed, “Ahh… you bastard, slow down… you’ll tear my ass!” But that Haryanvi stud didn’t care. He fucked my ass hard, calling Kanishk over, “Look, you bastard, your whore’s ass is getting ripped.” At the same time, Karan grabbed my face and shoved his cock down my throat. I was getting my ass pounded on one end and sucking cock on the other. Karan was about to cum, so he pulled out and shot his load on Kanishk’s face, saying, “Lick it, cuck, lick my cum!” The other three did the same—fucked my mouth and came on Kanishk’s face. Arjun finished by filling my ass with his hot cum, then sat back on the sofa. He taunted Kanishk, “Tell me, cuck, how did your whore’s ass feel with my cock?” Kanishk, humiliated, said, “It was fun, bhai.”
After a short break, they turned to my pussy. I was laid on the bed, legs spread wide, with Kanishk kneeling nearby. Deepak went first, slamming his cock into my pussy. It was so thick it felt like it was tearing me apart. I moaned, “Ahh… Deepak… you bastard, harder… rip my pussy!” He squeezed my tits, bit my nipples, and fucked me senseless. My pussy was dripping, and every thrust made a “slap-slap” sound. I looked at Kanishk and said filthily, “Look, cuck, this is how a real man fucks. Your cock isn’t even worth entering my pussy!” Deepak taunted Kanishk, “Tell me, you bastard, what are you? A pathetic cuck!” Kanishk, reveling in the humiliation, said, “Yes, bhai, I’m a cuck.” He jerked his tiny cock and came while saying it.
One by one, the other four fucked my pussy. Rahul sat me in his lap and fucked me, slapping my tits and saying, “You slut, your pussy’s as wide as Delhi’s streets!” Vicky flipped me over, spanking my ass desi-style while fucking me, and said, “Tell me, Kanishk, how’s my cock treating your whore?” Arjun put my legs on his shoulders and fucked me so hard I screamed, “Ahh… Arjun… you bastard, turn my pussy into a mess!” Karan pinned me against the wall, fucking me while shoving his fingers in my mouth, saying, “Suck, you slut, like you suck my cock!” I was screaming, “Ahh… uff… harder… tear my pussy and ass apart!” My pussy and ass were red, but the pleasure was so intense I didn’t want to stop. Kanishk watched from his knees, jerking off and cumming repeatedly.
The whole weekend went like this. The five men turned Kanishk’s flat into their den. They fucked me day and night, giving Kanishk filthy orders. Sometimes to fetch beers, sometimes desi snacks. Deepak used Kanishk as a footrest, and the others rested their feet on his back for fun. Once, they ordered Kanishk, “Come on, cuck, show us how you fuck your whore.” Kanishk put his tiny cock in my pussy, but I felt nothing. I lay there bored, saying, “What the fuck is this, you bastard? Your cock’s lost in my pussy!” Deepak and the others laughed, “Haha, what a pathetic specimen!” Then Deepak pushed Kanishk aside and slammed his cock into my pussy. I immediately started moaning, “Ahh… Deepak… you bastard, this is what I need… fuck me!” The others clapped, taunting Kanishk, “Look, cuck, that’s how a real man fucks!”
On the last day of the weekend, when everyone was exhausted, Deepak called Kanishk over and said, “Tell me, you bastard, how was it watching your whore get fucked?” Kanishk, with a mix of filthy shame and satisfaction, said, “Bhai, this was my dirtiest dream. You all fucked my whore into a mess, and I watched it all.” I looked at Kanishk and thought, what a depraved bastard, but it was his filthy fantasy that gave my pussy so much pleasure.
Our relationship went on for a few more months after that weekend, but then we broke up. I still think back to that filthy pleasure, when I was Deepak and his friends’ whore, and Kanishk watched the dirty spectacle of my fucking. This is the filthy, juicy chapter of my life that I’ll never forget.