Ever since my wife Neelu got fucked by those PAC jawans and her jijaji, her hunger for sex had gone wild. At 32, Neelu was a stunner—fair-skinned, with a 32-28-34 figure, perky tits, and a round, juicy ass that could make any cock stand up. I’m Rajesh, 35, working in a private company, with an 8-inch dick that kept Neelu satisfied, but now she craved more. Her pussy was always wet, and she’d turned into a complete slut, throwing dirty words and acting like a whore during sex.
Our transfer to Pratapgarh only made her hornier. She’d beg me to fuck her harder every night, screaming, “Rajesh, tear my pussy apart, you bastard!” But her eyes were now on other cocks too. One day, I had to go to Patna for work. Our train was at 11:30 PM. Neelu wore a tight black saree that hugged her curves, showing off her tits and ass. I was in jeans and a shirt. After dinner, we took an auto to the station.
The station was dead quiet, with barely a soul around. The train was late, so we sat on a bench, chatting. Neelu leaned on my shoulder, whispering, “If this train delays more, I’ll need you to fuck me right here, Rajesh.” I laughed, “Slut, you just want a cock in your pussy all the time!” She giggled and punched my chest. Suddenly, four cops showed up out of nowhere—a hefty, mustached daroga, around 40, and three constables: one fair and slim, about 30, one short and fat, and one tall and lanky. Their eyes locked onto Neelu’s body.
The daroga barked, “Who are you two? What’re you doing here so late?” I calmly explained, “Sir, I work in a private company, this is my wife, we’re going to Patna.” I showed my ID, but they didn’t buy it. The daroga shouted, “You bastard, think you can fool us? You’re fugitives in a murder case! Come to the station!” I tried reasoning, “Sir, this is a misunderstanding, we’re not criminals!” But they wouldn’t listen.
One constable leered at Neelu, “Move, slut, grab your stuff! The boss will deal with you. Look at that body—bet the boss would let me fuck you right here!” Neelu snapped, “How dare you talk to a woman like that?” Another constable laughed, “What else do we call a whore like you? Speak again, and the boss will make you ride his cock in front of your man!” Neelu went quiet, but I could see her eyes—part fear, part something else. Her pussy was probably tingling already.
They took us to the duty room. The daroga made a call, smirked, and whispered something to the constables. Then they shoved us into a jeep and drove to the other side of the station. I asked, “Where are you taking us?” The daroga snapped, “Shut up, you’ll see!” We ended up at a house-like office, some VIP guest house, completely empty. There, the daroga growled at me, “Speak, bastard! Want to walk free or get slapped with a murder charge? We can let you go, but you gotta give something.”
I shouted, “What?” He grinned shamelessly, “Your slut wife!” I lost it, “Watch your mouth, asshole! I’ll get you thrown in jail!” He laughed, “Try it, if you get out alive!” Before I could react, he grabbed Neelu. The constables pinned me down, stuffed a cloth in my mouth, tied me up tight with rope, and threw me into a side room. I was helpless, unable to scream.
Neelu’s Words:
The daroga grabbed me from behind, his hard cock pressing against my ass through my saree. He whispered, “Baby, you’re gonna dance on our cocks tonight!” I screamed, “Let me go, you bastards! I won’t do it!” He laughed, “Fine, we’ll kill your husband in an encounter and sell you to a whorehouse where your body will be ruined. Agree, slut!” I was scared shitless. My mind raced—if I agreed, they’d just fuck me; if I didn’t, they’d kill Rajesh and destroy me. I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, I’ll do it. But you better let us go with respect in the morning!”
He grinned, “Whatever you say, baby.” My pussy was already wet at the thought. One constable said, “Boss, what a hot piece we’ve caught! Gonna tear her pussy apart!” Another one ran his hand over my ass, “Come on, whore, let’s take you to the fuck room!” On the way upstairs, one squeezed my tits, another slapped my ass, and the third rubbed my cheek. I was getting wetter with every touch, my body buzzing at the thought of so many cocks.
In the room, the daroga yelled, “Strip, you slut! I’m gonna fuck your pussy and ass till you scream!” I played coy, “Ohh, don’t hurt my tits, it’s paining! I’m ready to fuck, why force me?” He smirked, “Fucking a hot slut like you rough is the real fun!” He rubbed my pussy through my saree, making me shiver. “Ohh… stop… let me go!” I moaned, but my pussy was dripping.
I slowly peeled off my saree, then my blouse, petticoat, bra, and panties, standing fully naked. Their eyes devoured my 32-size tits and round ass. My pussy was soaked, and their hungry stares made me hornier. They stripped too—the daroga’s 9-inch cock was thick and black, the constables’ 7-8 inches, all rock-hard. My pussy started leaking just looking at them.
The daroga grabbed me from behind, his cock rubbing my ass crack. “Ready, slut? Or should I get your husband ready instead?” I just smiled, saying nothing. They pounced on me. The daroga sucked my lips, his tongue fucking my mouth. One constable latched onto my left tit, sucking the nipple hard, while another worked my right tit. The third licked my ass crack, his tongue teasing my hole. “Aah… ooh… ohh…” I moaned, my pussy gushing.
For five minutes, they mauled my body. Then the daroga slid a finger into my pussy. “Aah… slow down!” I screamed. He laughed, “Your cunt’s already wet, you whore!” He licked his finger, “Fuck, what a tasty pussy!” The others laughed. One said, “This slut could get fucked by the whole police force and still want more!” I shot back, “Bastards, if I’m a whore, fuck me like one! My pussy’s not some cheap slut’s hole. I’ve ridden PAC cocks before—show me what you’ve got!”
The daroga sucked my earlobe, whispering, “You’re a real piece of ass. Do what we say, and you’ll enjoy it.” I purred, “Baby, open my pussy with your cock. I’m ready—fuck me any way you want!” He grinned. I started sucking their cocks, first the daroga’s, then the constables’. “Mmm… fuck, what tasty dicks!” I licked them like candy. The daroga buried his face in my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit. “Aah… ooh… ohh…” my moans got louder. A constable shoved a finger up my ass. “Ouch… easy!” I yelped, but it felt so good.
Soon, my pussy exploded, “Aah… ohh… fuck!” I came hard. The daroga licked up every drop, saying, “Your cunt tastes amazing, slut!” He flipped me doggy-style, spit on his cock, and slowly pushed it into my pussy. “Aah… ooh… slow, baby!” I screamed as his 9-inch dick stretched me. “Thap… thap… thap…” the sound of his thrusts filled the room. The others squeezed my tits and kissed my lips.
He fucked me for half an hour, “Aah… ooh… fuck… ohh…” my moans echoed. Then he unloaded his cum deep in my pussy, dripping onto the floor. The constables took turns—one fucked my ass, “Ohh… fuck, slow!” I screamed, loving the pain. “Slap… slap… slap…” their thrusts echoed. I came four times, my body shaking.
I ended up in the daroga’s lap, his hands playing with my tits. He asked, “Enjoyed it, slut?” I stroked his cock, “Fuck, baby, you guys made my pussy so happy! I could take more cocks right now!” He laughed, “You’re a real whore!” I told him about my jijaji and the PAC fucking. He grinned, “Your jijaji’s posted here! Want me to call him?” I shivered with excitement. He called him over.
When jijaji arrived, he froze, seeing me naked. I ran and hugged him. He said, “Neelu, what the fuck are you doing here?” I explained everything. He laughed, “No murder case, you idiots! They just wanted to fuck you!” He stripped, his 10-inch black cock making my pussy wet again. “Suck my dick, slut!” he ordered.
Now it was just jijaji, the daroga, and his orderly. They tore into me, jijaji saying, “We’re gonna rip your pussy, ass, and mouth!” I begged, “Jijaji, baby, fill all my holes!” They laughed. Jijaji took my ass, the daroga my mouth, and the orderly my pussy. “Thap… thap… slap… slap…” the room filled with fucking sounds. “Aah… ooh… fuck… ohh…” I moaned, cumming ten times that night as they switched holes.
Morning came. I put my saree back on. Jijaji slipped out. The daroga untied Rajesh, warning, “Tell anyone, and you’re dead. We’ll fuck your wife’s pussy again!”
Will Neelu’s slutty hunger ever be satisfied?