Servant Blackmailed and Fucked Me Hard

Forcefully Fucked Sex Story – I’m Rani, a 32-year-old married woman with a figure of 36-28-38, my fair skin and curvy hips turning heads wherever I go. My husband, Ajay, 38, is a businessman who’s away from home most of the time, leaving me lonely and my body craving satisfaction. His absence left a void, and I knew I had to find a way to quench my desires. I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands and find someone to fulfill my needs.

One evening, Ajay brought his close friend Ramesh home. Ramesh, 35, was tall, broad, with a rugged charm that screamed confidence. His eyes were glued to my body the moment he saw me. And why not? My tight saree hugged my curves, showing off my full breasts and round hips. I caught him staring and thought, “Why not use this to my advantage?” When Ajay stepped into the bathroom, Ramesh gave me a sly smile, and I responded with a teasing glance. That was it—our deal was sealed without a word.

One night, with Ajay away, I called Ramesh over. He arrived at 9 PM, and I was ready in a sheer nighty, my red bra and panties visible underneath. I led him to my bedroom, my heart racing with anticipation. As soon as we entered, Ramesh grabbed my waist and kissed me deeply, his lips hot and demanding. “Rani, you’re pure fire,” he whispered in my ear. I blushed but replied, “Then burn me up, Ramesh.”

He squeezed my breasts through the nighty, making me moan softly, “Aah…” He pulled off my nighty, unhooked my bra, and freed my heavy breasts. His mouth found my nipples, sucking them hard like he was starving. My pussy was already wet, tingling with need. I grabbed his cock through his pants—seven inches, thick, and rock-hard. I stroked it slowly, and he groaned, “Rani, you’re a fucking magician.”

He pushed me onto the bed and slid off my panties, exposing my dripping pussy. He stared at it, licking his lips. “Fuck, Rani, this is too good,” he said before diving in, his tongue lapping at my clit. “Aah… Ramesh… harder…” I moaned, my body trembling as he licked and sucked. He slid a finger inside my pussy, moving it in and out, making me scream, “Ohh… fuck… give me more!”

He made me get on all fours, my ass up in the air. He rubbed his cock against my pussy, teasing me. “Ready for heaven, Rani?” he asked, then slammed his cock inside me with one hard thrust. “Aah… ohh…” I screamed as his cock stretched my pussy. He fucked me slowly at first, then faster, his hands gripping my hips. The room filled with the wet ‘thap-thap’ sound of our bodies slapping together. “Fuck my pussy harder… tear it apart!” I begged, lost in pleasure.

He fucked me like that for twenty minutes, then flipped me over, putting my legs on his shoulders. “Now I’ll go deeper,” he said, sliding his cock back in. Every thrust hit my core, making me scream, “Aah… uhh… Ramesh, I’m gonna cum!” He pounded harder, and I came, my pussy gushing. He came too, his hot cum filling my pussy.

We fucked four times that night, each round more intense. He filled my pussy with his cum every time, and I came five times, my body shaking with pleasure. By 4 AM, I was exhausted, my body aching. Ramesh left at 5 AM, and I collapsed on the bed, naked, my pussy still wet and sore.

But my real trouble began the next morning at 6 AM when I heard, “Memsab… Memsab…” I opened my eyes to see Bhola, our 28-year-old servant, standing there. Bhola was a strong, village-bred guy with a hungry look in his eyes. He was in just a lungi, his massive cock bulging underneath. “What’s wrong, Bhola? It’s so early,” I mumbled, half-asleep.

He smirked and said, “Memsab, I saw your full movie last night.” My heart stopped. I sat up, my nighty half-open, my breasts peeking out. “What do you mean?” I asked, trembling. He showed me a video on his phone—me and Ramesh fucking. I was terrified. “Give me some fun too, Memsab, or I’ll tell Sahab everything,” he threatened.

I pleaded, “Bhola, I’m too tired. Please, later.” But he didn’t care. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off the bed. I screamed, “Aah…” but before I could finish, he shoved his ten-inch cock into my mouth. It was thick, black, and pulsing. I gagged, but he fucked my mouth hard, growling, “Suck it, you slut!” I had no choice. I sucked his cock, its salty taste overwhelming.

Five minutes later, he came in my mouth, his thick, hot cum filling it up. I swallowed, my throat burning. He tore off my nighty, leaving me naked. “Now I’ll show you real fun,” he said, pushing me onto the bed.

He climbed on top, squeezing my breasts so hard I cried out, “Aah… Bhola, slow down…” But he didn’t listen. He sucked my nipples, his tongue swirling around them, making me wet again despite my fear. He moved down, kissing my stomach, then buried his face in my pussy. His tongue flicked my clit, and I moaned, “Aah… Bhola… you’re too good…”

His cock was hard again. I pushed him down and kissed his lips, my hands stroking his massive cock. It grew to its full ten inches, and I took it in my mouth, sucking hard. “Memsab, I’ll cum again,” he warned. “No, fuck my pussy now,” I said, too horny to care.

I climbed on top, rubbing his cock against my pussy before sliding it in. “Aah… uhh…” I moaned as it filled me, stretching my pussy to its limits. I rode him slowly, then faster, his hands squeezing my ass. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groaned. “Tear it apart, Bhola!” I screamed.

He flipped me over, spread my legs, and rammed his cock inside. “Aah… ohh…” I screamed as he fucked me hard, his hands mauling my breasts. The ‘thap-thap’ sound echoed in the room. “Bhola, put a finger in my ass!” I begged. He slid a finger into my tight asshole, and I screamed, “Aah… fuck… harder!”

We fucked for half an hour, switching positions—doggy, missionary, me riding him again. Finally, we came together, his cum flooding my pussy as I collapsed on his chest. He said, “Memsab, we’ll fuck every day now. My two friends want some too.” Scared, I nodded, not knowing this would change my life.

By 9 AM, I dragged myself to the bathroom, still naked. My pussy was sore and open from the night’s fucking. As I showered, my eyes closed, I felt someone behind me. Bhola grabbed my hands, his cock pressing against my ass. I knew it was him. He bent me over, making me his bitch again. “Bhola, no more…” I pleaded, but he spread my ass and slid his cock into my pussy. “Aah… uhh…” I screamed as he fucked me hard, the water splashing around us.

He fucked me for fifteen minutes, my moans echoing, “Aah… uhh… ohh…” Then he pulled out, pushed me to my knees, and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Suck it hard, you slut!” he growled. I sucked, gagging, until he came, his hot cum filling my mouth again. It was thick, salty, and strangely addictive. He washed me off and carried me to the bed, where I passed out.

That was my first day of fucking. After that, it was Bhola, then Ramesh, then Bhola and his friends, the milkman, and even my husband. My life became a series of fuck stories. I’ll share them all with you, but first, tell me how you liked this one.