Chapter 28: Humiliation unbounf
The taste of him was still on my lips, a salty, musky truth that should have shamed me but instead made my cunt throb. Swati’s eyes, dark and commanding, held mine. “You liked that, didn’t you, you little slut?” she breathed, her voice ragged from her own climax. I could only nod, my cheek resting against the damp, trembling skin of her thigh. Vishal’s hand, large and possessive, slid from my hip to the wet heat between my legs, his fingers slipping inside me with a practiced ease that made me cry out. “She’s dripping, Swati,” he grunted, working his fingers in and out of my clinging tightness. “All that from eating your ass.” Swati’s laugh was a low, wicked thing. “Then let her clean you up too. I want to watch.” She shifted, pushing me down towards his groin where his cock, still wet from my mouth and her body, stood thick and demanding. The order was a final degradation, yet it set my blood on fire. I lowered my head, my tongue tracing the rigid length of him, lapping at the mixed flavors of our bodies. His groan was a raw sound of pleasure, his hips bucking slightly as I took him deep into my throat again, gagging around his girth. “That’s it, Nupur,” Swati murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my rhythm. “Show your Jiju how grateful you are.” I lost myself in the rhythm, in the filthy, sacred act of worship, until Vishal’s body stiffened and a hot, bitter rush flooded my mouth. “Swallow it,” she commanded, and I did, every drop. Then she kissed me, her tongue plunging in to share the taste, a twisted communion that sealed my corruption.