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“We can’t stay. We need to leave immediately. Else, we’ll be late,” Mr Singh says.
Tasmiya is surprised and asks, “Leave where?”
“Get up and get ready. As you get ready, call your driver and ask him to get the car to the lobby. Also, call your folks and tell them that you’ve got to go on a business trip and will be home in 2 days,” Mr Singh orders, ignoring her question.
She gets into the washroom and calls the driver first – for some reason, she doesn’t want to speak to Naseer. “Get the car to the lobby in 15 minutes,” she tells the driver.
With a tinge of fear, she calls Naseer and says, “Hi, some urgent work has come up, and my boss needs me to travel to Bangalore. I’ll be back in 2 days.”
“What kind of a company is this – sending their employee on a business travel on day 1?” Naseer questions suspiciously.
“Well, I’m happy they realized my potential on day 1. Unlike you, who doesn’t know my capabilities even after so many years of our marriage,” she retorts and hangs up. Money indeed gives a lot of confidence.
As she freshens up and changes, she realizes she has no dress besides what she’s wearing. She says, “Mr Singh, based on what you said, I think I’ll be with you for a couple of days. But the thing is, I don’t have any other dress.”
Mr Singh smiles and says, “Why would you need a dress when you’re with me.”
Tasmiya blushes.
Mr Singh continues, “Don’t worry. Everything will be taken care of.”
She’s puzzled as to what it means.
Mr Singh says, “Tony’s company runs like a well-oiled machine. I’m sure everything is taken care of. Don’t forget. This is the first time for you, but not for them. From my past experiences, I can tell they’d always have a travel-ready suitcase for you in your car.”
As Tasmiya tries to process it, Mr Singh says, “Let’s leave.” They step out of the room. As they enter the car, Tasmiya instructs the driver to go to the airport, assuming they’re flying out of the city. Mr Singh said they’d be out for two days.
Mr Singh says, “No, go to Secunderabad railway station,” looks at the puzzled face of Tasmiya and smiles.
As they enter their first AC compartment, she figures out they’re going to Bangalore. They get into their coupe and settle down.
“Such a rich person but travelling in a train – should I think he’s simple or if he’s kanjoos (miser)? Couldn’t he book a flight?” she thinks.
In a few minutes, a couple of gentlemen enter the coupe. Tasmiya presumes that these two gentlemen would be their co-passengers. Mr Singh gets up and greets them, and they greet him back.
Mr Singh then gestures at Tasmiya and says, “This is Tasmiya. And Tasmiya, this is Mr Menon, and this is Mr Yadav. They are senior officials in Indian Railways.”
Tasmiya gets up, shakes hands, and makes eye contact with them for the first time.
They settle down in their seats. One thought that flashes in Tasmiya’s mind are that none of the three was surprised when they saw each other. But then she gets engrossed in the conversation the three men are having and ignores that thought.
From their conversation, she could understand that Mr Singh and Mr Tony were looking at getting some big Railways project. Mr Menon and Mr Yadar are helping them out.
In the meantime, a couple of other railway officials come to their coupe, along with a man dressed as a waiter. They bring food, drinks, glasses, crockery and cutlery and napkins. She could see some water bottles, soda bottles, two bottles of whiskey and lots of food.
Pointing at the waiter, one of the officials says, “Sir, he would be available to take care of your needs. This is his number. We’ve instructed that no one should disturb this coupe. If you have any other issues, please call us, and we will take care of them. Anything else you’d need, Sir?”
“No, you may leave now,” Mr Menon says.
Mr Yadav gets up and latches the door. Mr Singh opens a whiskey bottle, fixes 4 pegs and hands over a glass to each one of them. Tasmiya had never tasted whiskey. But she takes a glass as she knows that she can’t say no.
She takes a sip with them and asks, “How do people enjoy this liquid?”
Looking at her face, Mr Yadav smiles and asks Tasmiya, “Is this the first time you’re having whiskey?”
She nods, saying yes.
Mr Singh continues his conversation with Mr Menon and Mr Yadav. Tasmiya is trying hard to make sense of what they’re talking about. In no time, they are close to finishing the whiskey in their glasses. The whiskey began to intoxicate Tasneem slightly, and she began enjoying that feeling.
Just then, Mr Menon looks at Tasmiya and says, “Thank you.”
“Thank you for?” Tasmiya asks.
Mr Menon says, “Thanks to you that one of my long-standing desires of fucking a lady in a rail compartment is coming true.”
“I agree. Thank you too for that,” Mr Yadav chimes in.
Tasmiya couldn’t believe what she had just heard. ‘Am I going to get laid by these three men here in this compartment tonight? All at once? How’s that even possible? I couldn’t take Mr Singh alone. Now it’s going to be him along with 2 more men. I don’t even know how they’d be.’
She’s scared by the mere thought of it. What’s worse is that she can’t say no – she’s bound by her professional commitment. The only consolation is that she knows Mr Singh and begins trusting him. She’s sure that he wouldn’t harm her. Just then, Mr Singh puts his palm on her knee and presses it gently.
That comforts her a bit. She places her hand over his and smiles back at him. He holds her hand and makes her stand up along with him. Standing up, he pulls her close and begins kissing her.
Tasmiya loves the way Mr Singh kisses her. She can never say no to him when he kisses her, and she melts away in his kiss. This time as well, she steps onto his toes and loses herself in his kiss. She forgets that she’s being watched by two pairs of hungry eyes.
Even before she realizes it, Mr Singh relieves her of her dress. She’s now standing naked in front of 3 men. 3 men who are more than twice her age. They are devouring her unblemished body. Fair complexioned, totally waxed, silky smooth skin. Perfect curves. Boobs that are firm and in full volume.
Nipples that are light brown and almost transparent. A taut butt and its beauty are accentuated by the pencil heels she’s wearing. Voluptuous thighs. Long hair that’s almost to her waist. Undoubtedly, she’s one of the perfect beauties that they’ve encountered.
She realizes that she’s being stared at by some of her admirers. She feels ashamed, embarrassed and kinky at the same time. The worst is that her body is betraying her, and her pussy is dripping.
“Suck them,” Mr Singh orders her.
She loves it when Mr Singh orders her. The feeling that she’s being owned by this man overpowers her self-respect. It makes her completely submit herself to him and his whims. She sits on the berth and gestures for both the men to stand and come close to her.
Mr Menon reaches her first. She begins to pull down his trousers and boxer. He eagerly unbuttons his shirt, and in no time, he’s nude. Tasmiya gasps as she sees his dick. She never imagined a cock could be that thick – probably as thick as her wrist. She is both excited and scared at the same time.
She then remembers that Mr Yadav is also there and turns towards him. A smile escapes her lips as she sees him already naked with a semi-erect cock. She lovingly reaches out to his cock, and gently holds it. She pulls him closer to herself while she does the same with Mr Menon using her other hand.
Mr Singh sits beside her and starts to caress her thighs lovingly. With zero involvement from her mind, her body responds to that touch. Spreading the legs apart, inviting his fingers into her pussy which is desperately seeking some attention.
Twelve hours before, she only had one man in her life who never cared about how she felt. Now, she’s the centre of attraction for 3 men.
She begins to suck Mr Menon and Mr Yadav alternately. She never enjoyed sucking cocks. But in the last few hours, she’s addicted to it. She never found giving oral pleasure to a man so invigorating. She began loving the musky odour that a cock emanates and the salty taste of the pre-cum.
She suddenly gasps as Mr Singh inserts his fingers into her pussy. He is simultaneously playing with her clit while fingering her pussy. That’s making it difficult for her to suck the two eagerly waiting cocks. Her body begins to tremble, and she’s hit by a massive orgasm.
She tightens her grip on both the cocks to take some support so she doesn’t collapse. Mr Menon makes her lie down on the berth. Tasmiya is now mentally preparing herself for being devoured by three men. Strangely, she’s looking forward to it.
Just as she lies down, she finds Mr Yadav coming towards her head and roughly shoving his cock in her mouth. She is loving the way she’s being handled. While she continues to blow Mr Yadav, she figures out that one of the men is busy playing with her tits.
There’s another man who’s fingering and licking her pussy. This gets unbearable for her. Tasmiya continues to be in the same position for the next 30 minutes while the three men keep changing their positions. She’s lost count of the number of orgasms she had.
“The number of orgasms I had today was many times more than I had my entire life,” she thinks. At one stage, she thinks that she’s about to pass out. She stops them by gesturing and saying, “Please stop. I can’t take it anymore.” They slowly move away from her.
She closes her eyes and attempts to slow down her breath. After a minute, she opens her eyes and looks aside. She could see Mr Yadav opening a condom and wearing it.
He makes her get up from the berth. He asks her to bend while looking outside the window, taking support from the window and side table. She has one leg up on the berth where she’s on her knee. The other leg is erect on the ground.
Mr Yadav positions himself behind her with one foot on the berth and the other on the floor. He makes her bend so that he gets good access. He slowly enters her, stays for a moment allowing her to get accustomed and begins to pound her.
The train’s movement, coupled with the to and fro motion of Mr Yadav, is giving different sensations to Tasmiya. Just then, the train passes a station. As that was not a stop, the train rushed through the station. There’s light inside the coupe, and it’s dark outside.
A lucky viewer on the platform can glimpse what’s happening – even though it’s for a split second. But Tasmiya was in no mood to bother about that. She didn’t want this to stop. That’s all!
Tasmiya is hit by a couple of orgasms. Just then, Mr Yadav stops and moves aside. She’s surprised that he didn’t fuck her till he came.
“Haraami, you’ve withdrawn before you cum,” Mr Menon laughs while he’s busy getting between her legs.
“At this rate, they’ll fuck me the whole night,” Tasmiya thinks. That thought runs a chill down her spine, “I’ll be dead if that happens.”
The saga continues for the next 30 minutes before they cum. Tasmiya drops off like a dry leaf on the berth and passes out, wondering what else is in store for her.
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