By : Exoticindianprincess
As Mohini got up that day, an excitement ran through her. Her beloved, her beau, her dear husband Prem was returning from a 6 month company project in the Silicone Valley, US. She could remember the last time she shared some intimate moments with her husband, Prem. She shuddered with the memories of that night. She remembered how hopeless she was feeling that night with the thought of Prem leaving her alone for 6 months.
Prem had held her in her arms tightly embracing her, not wanting to let go. Both of them had tears in their eyes. It was the first time that they would be separated since they got married a year ago. In between their embraces were periods of intense kissing and cuddling. The pain of separation had made them incapable of making love that night, despite of which, they enjoyed each others warmth and love.
How she wished she could have gone along with him! If only her hospital administration had given her an extended leave! She brushed aside the pain of that day 6 months ago. Through their skype conversations, they had kindled the flame of passion and love, the way they had done so in their courtship days. She had decided that she would ready herself for him, exactly the way he had so desired her to be. Mohini had a quick shower and entered her bedroom in her bathrobe, her wet hair tied up in a soft towel.
She rummaged through her wardrobe to find the outfit that Prem loved to see her in. He had always loved her in a sari and black was his favorite color. She pulled out a black petticoat with matching lacey half cup brassiere. She continued searching through her inners until she found the black thong. Holding it in her hands, she remembered how angrily she had reacted when Prem brought this piece of lingerie home as a surprise gift for Valentine’s Day.
Prem wanted to see her wearing the black thong, which she had out rightly refused. A quick smile spread across her face as she imagined his expressions when he would see her wearing this enticing piece of clothing. She quickly patted herself dry and got into the thongs. Mohini gazed in the full length mirror and admired herself adorning just the thongs. She was on the heavier side with a curvy figure. She had huge assets, for which any woman would be jealous. The thong fit perfectly,
With the thin satin sash along her waist and the triangular lace covering her clean shaven pussy. She cupped her round delicate breasts in her soft hands. Her fingers ran along the creamy white porcelain textured skin. Her friends and colleagues envied the color and texture of her skin. She smiled and covered her breasts in the black, lacey, half cupped, underwire, 40 D brassiere. She looked like an exotic goddess. Mohini got into her black petticoat tying the knot just below her deep navel, exactly the way Prem liked it.
She draped the black sari gracefully around her. Remembering that she would be leaving for the hospital soon, she fastened the sari with a safety pin at her left shoulder. She looked at herself in the mirror one more time and gave a satisfied smile. Prem would love to see her like this when he got home. Her eyes flickered to the wall clock, which showed her that she had less than 30 minutes until her shift at the hospital begun.
She quickly got herself together and put up some light touches of makeup to her already flawless face. She brushed her hair and tossed them around to give them their finished look. She looked stunning; her creamy white complexion against the black of her attire. She grabbed her bag and hurried out. The day seemed to pass by at snail’s pace. She was impatiently waiting for the clock to strike 3. She had it all planned out.
As soon as the shift would get over at 3pm, she was going to rush to the flower vendor across the hospital and receive him at the airport. Then they would head home where they would rekindle their burning desires. It was going to be an evening of intense passion and warm love making to make up for the lost 6 months. Her ringing cell phone snapped her out of her day dreaming spell, jolting her back into the reality.
The caller id spelt out the name of Santosh Mishra. Santosh’s father had been her patient was the last 6 months. He had been admitted to the hospital by his son for an attack of acute urinary retention. He was a patient of prostatic malignancy for which he had undergone several operations. His latest admission had been for a cystoscopy with urethral dilatation. Mohini’s unit in-charge, Dr. Kelkar, had advised catheterization for Mr. Mishra. This catheter needed to be changed every month.
It has become customary for Sanosh to give her a call when the catheter needed to be changed and the usual protocol was for Mohini to visit Mr. Mishra’s residence to change the catheter.
How she wished Santosh had not called today! How was she going to change a catheter when she was all dressed up to receive Prem? She called Santosh asking him the urgency of the catheter change. Santosh sensed Mohini trying to back out of visiting them today.
Santosh had first met Mohini when he had brought his father to the emergency department 6 months ago. Mohini’s persona and mannerisms had left him speechless. He was fascinated by her beauty and had noticed that the male hospital staff would ogle at her as she went about obliviously carrying out her duty while the female employees burnt in jealously. He had thought of wooing her during his father’s stay at the hospital.
This ambition had been ruined when he saw her mangalsutra dangling around her neck and the wedding ring on her ring finger. Yet he could not forget her gentleness and her sensitivity towards her patients. Nor could he forget her soft soothing voice, her creamy white complexion and her appearance. He, like every other male, was in awe of her huge assets and had many a times tried to brush past her making it seem an unknowing gesture.
Mohini was a smart woman and knew her environment well. However, when with her patients she would be oblivious to her surroundings. She would only focus on her patients and their problems. She had noticed the advances Santosh had made. However, she had very professionally dealt with this situation as she had faced it on many occasions earlier.
But Santosh was adamant.
He only knew that he wanted her. He would go to any level to have this beauty in his embrace. He wanted to hold her, caress her and ravish her as well. He had fantasized of her almost every night since they had first met. He had some sort of a primitive urge to have her for his sexual pleasures. But Mohini always seemed out of reach, which strengthened his lustful desires.
Today, he was hoping she would come as he had planned out something for her.
As usual oblivious to the lustful ideas of Santosh, Mohini decided to finish her house visit as soon as possible. She had 1 hour before she had to reach the airport. The Mishra’s lived 15 miutes from the hospital in the direction of the airport. She charted out her plan and hoped to finish fast so that she could go home and freshen up before she met Prem.
In a hurry to leave, she packed all the medical supplies required for the catheter change procedure and rushed out of the hospital. In her hurry, she did not realize the pin on her left shoulder give way. Luckily or unluckily, she was unaware that her sari lay on her delicate shoulder without the pin to hold it in place on. Mohini reached the Mishra residence at about the expected time of arrival.
Mr. Mishra was ready for the catheter change ritual and eagerly waiting for her in his bedroom. Santosh had opened the front door for Mohini and stood there gawking at her. Her exotic goddess like image hit him hard. He wanted her more than ever. Mohini had greeted him with a smile and proceeded to Mr. Mishra’s room. In the past 5 months she knew her way around the house.
She heard the door close which she presumed was Santosh leaving as he usually would. Mr. Mishra, though totally mesmerized by Mohini, was aware of his age and although secretly hoped to grope her beautiful physique, had always behaved in a very civilized manner. Mohini opened the spread sheet and laid out the Tina bed for Mr. Mishra to lie on. This was a preventive measure to prevent any leakage on to the bed.
She got ready with the paraphernalia and put on her only pair of sterile gloves to maintain hygiene during the entire procedure. As she bent over the edge of the bed for proper positioning, the loose end of her sari gave way and slipped off, revealing her cleavage. She was left spellbound as if she touched her sari at this stage she would have to abandon the procedure as she had only one pair of sterile gloves.
Mr. Mishra, understanding her situation, offered to close his eyes to make her feel comfortable. Mohini was mortified. The dignity with which she practiced medicine was ruined in her rush to finish fast. Yet, Mr. Mishra’s reassurance of keeping his eyes shut restored some scraps of dignity to her. Her nervousness initiated an adrenaline rush making her feel really hot and flushed. Mr. Mishra was never a man of his word.
The very thought of being able to view the much speculated assets of Dr. Mohini was enough to awaken a dead man. He was still very much alive and worst his cock was going to be handled by her soft fingers albeit covered by gloves. He could not refrain from viewing her milky goblets beautifully showing from the neckline of the lacey black blouse. Her cleavage looked wondrous in that position.
She was bent over with the sari neatly pleated way below her deep navel exposing quite a bit of her midriff sans her sari. Mohini could feel the beads of perspiration forming in the valley of her cleavage and trickling down. It was a sight Mr. Mishra had seen after a really long while. He had lost his wife 10 years ago and in spite of being the depraved man he was, he had not seen a woman so close.
He had peeped under half shut eyes to marvel God’s creation. He fought the urge to run his stout fingers over her cleavage and wipe off the beads of perspiration. She took a deep breath, heaving her ample bosom, as she saw the hardening cock of Mr. Mishra in front of her. She had seen a cock so often in her medical career and by now had almost no arousal effects to the viewing pleasures other non medico females would get turned on with.
She had also come across an incident when a teenaged patient had ejaculated when she had held his tool for catheterization. She gave a stern look towards Mr. Mishra, catching him staring fixedly at her cleavage. She could not react to this predicament and reminded him of his promise to keep his eyes shut. I am only watching you. Look at you! You are holding my cock in your hand.
And I am not dead. You are sexy, dear. And dressed this provocatively today, you can’t blame me” said Mr. Mishra. Mohini pondered upon his statement. What harm would it do if this poor old patient got to view her assets? She already knew of her colleagues and seniors who had asked her out for all the wrong reasons. This patient was not going to do anything but look. And it was not that she was totally naked. So she let him have it his way today.
Making this decision she decided to go on with her reason to visit Mr. Mishra in the first place. To resume the procedure she stepped forward, not realizing that she was stepping over the pleats of the sari. To her horror, her sari lay clumped at her feet. Mr. Mishra enjoyed her predicament.
“Don’t worry. You still have your petticoat on. It’s not that you have become totally unclothed.”
Her face turned a deep red with embarrassment. She kept her head bent low and continued with her work. Fear made her fumble with the catheter, the xylocaine gel and Mr. Mishra’s penis. Mr. Mishra grew bold and decided to take advantage of her situation. He had understood by now that Mohini was not going to waste the only pair of sterile gloves.
While she intently continued with her procedure, he glanced at Santosh who was watching the entire scene from the doorway. He was astounded by the sight he saw; his father naked waist below on the bed with his dream woman at his bedside in black lacey blouse and a low waist petticoat, exposing her goods to him. How could he lose this opportunity?
At a nod of his nod, Mr. Mishra slipped his hand over the knot of her petticoat and tugged at it firmly. In one sweep her petticoat lay by her feet with the crumpled sari. Mohini let out a shriek. Her she was wearing only a black thong over the lower part of her body in front of a patient who was lustily glaring at her. Her cream white legs and her beautifully sculpted behind were on full display.
How could she tolerate this! What was happening? Santosh could no longer hold himself back. His dream woman was in front of him wearing a lacey black low cut blouse and satin thongs, bent over and revealing her ass cheeks to him. He could see her pussy and ass hole covered by the thin sash of satin. He was rock hard now. He sprang forward and hugged her tightly. Mohini could not register what had just happened.
She was standing in her patient’s bedroom, with her ass exposed, her patient with his by now erect penis lying on the bed in front of her and his son caressing her exposed waist forcing his manhood on the crack of her ass. Her brain had stopped working and all she could hear was a buzz loud enough to cut out the noise of an airplane. Mr. Mishra, encouraged by his son’s behavior, leapt out of the bed, toppling over all the paraphernalia of the catheterization.
Only the tina bed lay on the mattress. Santosh dragged her onto the bed while Mr. Mishra got her legs out of the crumpled mess of the sari and petticoat. Both, father and son, got Mohini on the bed. Santosh directed his father to hold her legs down as hard as her could. Mohini, realizing her predicament now, started resisting any attempts from the duo. In order to pin her down Mr. Mishra got on top of her and held her down with the weight of his body.
Santosh grabbed the opportunity and tied her hands with the sari to the bed post. Mohini was in tears as she thought of the fate that awaited her. Santosh went out of the room but was back in a minute with some thing. She realized that he had brought a couple of his silk ties. He tied her feet separately to either end of the bed.
She now lay under the weight of Mr. Mishra and tied in a spread eagle position to her patient’s bed. She was petrified. She had read a lot of rape tales and sensed a similar outcome.
Mr. Mishra, after confirming her secure position, got off Mohini. She lay vulnerable in an exposed position. The thin satin sash did no good in covering her glistening pussy. But the men enjoyed their catch. She looked like a sex bomb and they intended to use her today.
The blouse still covered her beautiful goblets. Santosh decided he wanted to see her totally naked. He moved over her and opened the hooks of her blouse. Her creamy white breasts peeped out of her half cup bra. What a sight it was!! She looked like a lingerie model for plus sizes with her voluptuous appearance. Santosh ran his hands over her bra covered breasts. He caressed them and lowered himself on her.
His intention was clear. He wanted to lick her breasts to make sure they were not butter which would melt away in the heat. In spite of her bound state, all the caressing and 6 months of abstinence had made her nipples erect. Santosh pulled down her bra cups to reveal the treasure they were holding. Beautiful soft breasts with a blush pink areola and taut pink nipples. He could feel his bulge throbbing hard in his shorts.
He looked at the father who was by now totally erect and stroking his cock. This was an opportunity he was not going to miss. “What part of her do you want first, Dad.” “Santosh, I think it is just fair that I fondle her pussy as a counter reaction to her efforts of delicately catheterizing me for the past 6 months.” Mohini looked on in horror and could not believe her ears.
How could this man be so merciless! “Okay Dad, Enjoy her down there while I feast on her delicate boobs.”With this initiation, Mr. Mishra, went down between her legs. He ran his hands along her smooth silky legs moving slowly upwards towards her pubic mound. His caresses were soft and she whimpered under the electrifying touch. Realizing her helplessness, Mr. Mishra decided to raise her torment even more.
He now started soft kisses from her toes upwards. Mohini was getting shockingly aroused. She wondered how her body could respond in such a situation. Mr. Mishra reached between her legs and sniffed at her now moist pussy. The thong did little to protect her pussy from this lecherous old man. He gleamed with the pleasure of being face to face with a young wide open pussy. Her pussy was all his for the moment and he intended to use it as if it were his to keep.
He displaced the triangular lace of the thong to one side and licked along the slit of her pussy enjoying her sweet juices which had started to lubricate her vagina. The movement of his tongue was stirring emotions she had suppressed for 6 long months. He reached out to her clitoris and starting lapping at it. His darting tongue was enticing her clit and it reacted by showing off its tautness.
He stuck his finger into her now dripping wet pussy and started the rhythmic thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt. He had since long wanted to finger fuck a warm young pussy.Santosh was not going to wait idly for his turn on Mohini’s pussy. He quickly stepped out of his clothing and advanced towards her, stark naked with his huge cock dangling in front of him. Mohini was scared out of her wits.
She had been impatiently waiting for her night of passion but not this way, not here, not now, not with these men! Santosh mounted on top of Mohini and knelt down straddling her beautiful midriff, his cock now touching her chest. She could feel the pre cum accumulated on his cock head and the wetness made her uncomfortable. He held her huge creamy breasts and held them together.
They were so soft! He wanted to squish them and knead them. He had never felt anything so soft and sensuous. He dug his fingers into her breasts which left them red. His attention was now centered on her erect nipples. He teased her nipples with his fingers, rubbing them, twisting them, pulling them and pinching them. Mohini was in severe pain. She shrieked out loud as ever. Santosh was alarmed and decided to gag her in order to stop the neighbors drawn to their door by her loud cries.
He shut her mouth with another one his ties. He now continued with his ways. He had long had a fetish for huge breasts and those in front of him were a size 40 D creamy white jugs!! He bent down and licked her nipples like a cat, carefully, slowly and relishing every inch of them. Mohini could not bear the torture her nipples were in. Her nipples had always been her erotic zone.
Santosh started circling round her nipples and suddenly he bit down on her nipple. Mohini yelped in pain. Prem had never bitten her, no love bites either. She was indeed overtly sensitive to pain. Santosh now tried to stuff in as much of her breast as his mouth could hold and again bit into her breasts. He was enjoying himself immensely. He now held her boobs close and pushed his huge pulsating cock in the crack between her boobs.
She could feel the heat dissipated from his rock hard cock. As he began thrusting, his cock hit her lips. His pre cum settled on her luscious lips. He had an idea. Why gag that beautiful mouth? Better to stuff it to pervert her from screaming. He untied her mouth gag and stuffed his hard cock into her mouth. She gasped in horror as his cock pushed into her warm mouth. He withdrew and thrust again with all his force.
This sawing action continue between her breasts and into her mouth. He was enjoying every moment. He was going to cum and without prior warning offloaded his seed into her mouth. Before stopping completely he withdrew and hit his still ejaculating cock on her breasts splattering his warm semen on her breasts as well. Mr. Mishra was meanwhile enjoying fingering this young wet pussy while almost bitting her swollen red clit.
You’ve played enough with my cock, now my turn you bitch.” Mohini was stunned with this kind of language. What had happened to this man!!! Suddenly Mr. Mishra stopped and walked away. She did not understand this sudden change in him. Little did she know what awaited her!! A couple of moments later, Mr. Mishra walked in with something in his hands. A tray of ice cubes, a banana and a carrot! Mohini was utterly confused by now.
Mr. Mishra seemed to be in a trance. He removed some ice cubes and started stuffing them into her pussy. She froze! Had he gone mad! She would develop some cervical problems with such freezing temperatures. The ice would freeze her cervical cells and then, when the cells thawed out, they would be dead. No! This could not be happening. Her body heat was so high that within seconds the ice cube melted and plopped out of her pussy in a much tinier form.
Mr. Mishra seemed to enjoy the plopping out of the ice cube from her cunt. “Don’t force it out” he screamed and flicked her clit. Her eyes rolled in pain, tears streaming down her beautiful face. “I have my own ways to make sure you don’t force the ice cubes out.” What was he going to do? Mr. Mishra stuffed some more ice cubes into her hot pussy and held them in with the palm of his thick sweaty hand.
He peeled the banana using his teeth and stuck it into her pussy. What! No, thought Mohini. How could he! “Bloody whore, you have been such a tease. I will make sure you are treated like a total slut. Good thing Santosh is here too.” He stuffed the entire banana into her pussy. She wondered what next? Little did she know the pervert minds at play. Mr. Mishra held onto the carrot and with the tapered end pointed it at her ass hole.
He had a wicked smile plastered on his face. With no previous prelude, he shoved the carrot tip into her virgin asshole. Mohini could not believe what was happening with her. Santosh was enjoying his father’s actions and encouraging him to shove the carrot in as much as possible. He turned around with his ass now facing Mohini’s face. He stuck his ass at her and ordered her to lick his ass hole. She flatly refused.
Slap! A hard smack on her sensitive clit. She yelped in pain again. She knew she had to protect herself form the inevitable. He again thrust his ass into her face. She tried once more to get rid of him and bit his ass cheek instead. The pain turned him on! He turned around and slapped across her face. Now she knew she had no choice. She would have to obey him. Obediently, she stuck her tongue out and very unwillingly licked around his ass hole.
Stick your tongue in, you bitch” How could she! This was so repulsive. When she did not comply promptly, Santosh pushed the carrot in her ass hard and it entered more of her rectum. She felt she would burst. A banana up her pussy and a carrot shoved up her ass! She now reconciled to her fate. She stuck her tongue in the ass hole and moved it about as Santosh directly. “That’s right my sexy bitch, my cute slut.”
Mr. Mishra now started eating the banana out of her pussy and Santosh started licking at her clit. She had a full assault on her pussy and could no longer resist. Her pussy was dripping wet and she felt totally aroused! She was shocked at the way her body was reacting! She had never known that she could have multiple orgasms. She had lost count of the number of times her cunt muscles had convulsed in intense orgasms.
Mr. Mishra had now eaten the entire banana out of her pussy. The melted ice cubes came gushing out and sprayed out on Mr. Mishra’s face. He asked Santosh to now enjoy her pussy while he brought his wet face towards her for her to lick it dry. She could taste her own pussy juices diluted with the ice cubes and some banana shreds. Santosh meanwhile stuck 3 fingers into her pussy and forced out any more banana material.
With the carrot still in her ass hole, Santosh thrust his once again hardened cock right into her cunt while Mr. Mishra fucked her mouth. “Take that you whore. Enjoying yourself is it?” Santosh had a big tool and it hit her hard inside. She felt it would rip her cervix. With every stroke, she felt his balls hit her ass cheeks and the carrot move further inside her. With repeated and hurried thrusts, Santosh came once again inside her while Mr. Mishra came easily in her mouth. Mohini was dazed by now.
She could not react anymore to her unexpected sexual assault. The Mishra men kept enjoying her in turns. The old Mr. Mishra also fucked her mercilessly in two of her holes. “I have had enough, son. You can continue if you like” Santosh was overjoyed at fucking his dream woman.
He continued for a while longer. Mohini now actually looked like a whore, fucked severely and totally wasted. Before he finally left her, he wanted to fuck her while she was on all fours. He untied her and allowed her to get up. Mohini realized that it was a little too late to resist now. So she obeyed his every command. He ordered her to peel off whatever under garments still hung on her and then get on all fours.
He picked up his belt from his pile of clothes and with one lash, stung it hard on her ass cheeks. She quietly bore the pain this time. She was so exhausted!!! He made her stick her butt out in the air and crawl around the entire house. What a sight it was to see the carrot still stuck in her ass jutting out behind her and her pussy dripping with a mixture of her juices and the Mishra semen! Santosh was hard again.
He wanted to bang her in this position. He mounted her this time and fucked her like a dog. Sometime in between he pulled out the carrot from her asshole and now stuck his finger into her butt hole. He started thrusting his cock into her pussy and fingers in her ass hole simultaneously. Soon he had 3 fingers into her ass hole and his cock in her pussy. His fingers could feel his own cock move in and out of her through the thin skin between the two holes.
Both of them came hard with all the pounding. Mr. Mishra, who previously thought he was done with her, was aroused again. He conveyed his wish to Santosh. Santosh thought of sandwiching his slut. He made his father lie down and instructed her to sit on him. She did not quite understand what he wanted her to do. Santosh lashed at her breasts this time. When she still did not obey, she pushed her over his fathers erect cock.
Her pussy was sore with all the pounding. It hurt when Santosh had forced her down on his father’s cock. He seemed to be a master of sex. He had positioned her so that the cock directly entered her open pussy. Santosh now made her lie over his father with the cock still in her.
Mr. Mishra enjoyed the soft breasts over his chest. Santosh pulled out the carrot from her ass. Her butt hole was too tiny to accumulate his monstrous cock.
He remembered the xylocaine gel she had brought with her. He left both of them to fetch it. Mr. Mishra slurped away at Mohini’s mouth. Deep wet kisses with swapping of saliva went on between them. Santosh returned with the medication tube and emptied it over her ass hole. Mohini was petrified. She knew what would follow. She had experienced a rectal examination during her routine gynaec check ups.
Santosh, with one huge effort, forced his huge dick into her ass. She was in severe pain. Handling one cock in her pussy was more than enough. And here she lay with two cocks, one in her pussy and one up her ass! Amidst hard strokes, all three of them came together. Santosh pulled out his cock wet his cum and shoved it into her mouth. She was so nauseated by all the weird smells today.
She was ordered to clean his dick. This was followed by a blow job for Mr. Mishra, whose cock was covered in his cum and her pussy juices. The Mishra men took turns at fucking her and using all her holes. She felt like a dirty whore, all used and totally spent. Mr. Mishra got up in between and returned with 2 bottles of beer. He now walked around her and emptied 2 bottles of beer on her to wash off the sweat, cum and her juices off her.
The men licked off the beer from her body giving her another round of multiple orgasms.
“We have thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. You can now clean up and leave if you like. But remember to come back tomorrow for my catheterization” A wicked smile flashed across Mr. Mishra’s face. Mohini to ashamed to meet their eyes, kept her head bowed low and staggered into the washroom.
She showered still in a trance, dried herself with the towel in the shower, dressed quickly and ran out of the door without looking back. How was she going to face Prem? Should she tell him of this ordeal? She glanced at her watch which showed her that she was 2 hours past her scheduled time. She headed home where Prem waited for her impatiently with a bouquet of red roses for his darling. When she saw him, she ran into his arms, hugged him tightly and silently wept, thinking of the ordeal she had gone through today.
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