A Twisted Day

I have received so many emails and messages from my readers, most of
them requesting me to talk to them, or meet me, be their friends, etc. I do
answer quite a few of them, and try to follow it up time after time. One such
friend I found was Aditya a 32 year old fashion photographer from Mumbai. He
was smart and witty during chats, and we easily became friends within 2 weeks
on the internet. I had told him though, that I just want him to be a friend and
not think of going beyond that.

We used to have hot chats very often, but we both agreed to keep our
feelings limited to that. We used to role play a lot on the internet, and it
was enough to get me horny. We also exchanged a lot of our pictures, over the
net, and I had no problems as he never asked for any nudity. All in all, he was
a good internet friend for me as we continued to talk over the weeks and I
found out that his brother was organizing a fashion show in my city.

Aditya persuaded me to join him for the 3 day event being attracted to
designer clothes could not deny. We met at the venue and he made sure we got
the best possible treatment at the show. I was seated next to the best
designers, and Aditya kept my company. He even took me to the backstage where I
witnessed the oomph factor associated with the profession. I expressed my
desire of receiving the same attention to Aditya after some arrangements, he
told me to come back on the second day but he also mentioned that.

I will have to go through a rigorous photo session before I get to set
my foot on the ramp. I was very excited, and turned up at the backstage as
advised Aditya gathered a photographer, a designer, and a make-up man, and took
me to the changing room, where the photo session was supposed to be held. I was
about to get the opportunity of a life time, to set my foot in the fashion
industry. The designer got his collection of clothes, and I was in awe
seeing all the clothes. Aditya told me Anahita, I am sorry, we could not
arrange for a changing room for you, as the place is jam-packed.

We agreed that I will be changing the behind a curtain and I went behind
the curtain, and the designer, another man, in his 30s, pulled out a red gown
for me. I was a beautiful majestic red piece, off the shoulders. The
photographer started adjusting the lights when I put on the gown and appeared
in front of the men, they started laughing at me, and I was feeling embarrassed
in the situation. The designer yelled you are so dumb, you can’t how off your
bra strap with this gown, you look like a clown. Are you here to waste my time?

I was scared, and went back immediately, got rid of my bra, and put the
gown back. The designer approached me now, and putting his fingers inside the
gown, he adjusted it to his whims. I felt his finger on my cleavage. He then
rubbed his palm over the gown, straightening the crease making sure he didn’t
miss my breasts. I thought that he is just professional. The
makeup man took over, and brushed my face, and showed me the mirror. I was
looking like a princess and was overjoyed.

The photographer clicked, and I was again behind the curtain for change
and the designer without any warning, unzipped the gown from behind while I was
going behind, and revealing my bare back. He was still probably acting
professional perhaps. I requested him to step on the other side of the curtain
so that I get my privacy. He did as I asked, and said but hand me the gown, I
don’t want you to be throwing it and mess it up. I took off the gown standing
behind the curtain, and passed over the gown.

He gave me two tighter similar gowns, and I had to wear them without the
bra. I could feel my nipples poking out through the gown, and he always made
sure to iron out the creases with his palm. Now, the makeup man also was
working on my hair as the designer was taking care of the black gown. I was
taken care of by two young men, and I felt excited. Aditya was standing with
the photographer after 2 more shoots, the designer now came up with a gown
where the hips were supposed to be revealed along with my shoulders.

It was a beautiful navy blue gown with embedded Swarovski and the
designer saw the glow in my eyes when he forwarded it to me. I had just taken
off the previous gown, and was standing right in front of him only in my
panties with my arms covering my tits. He told me, isn’t this amazing, but you
will have to take your panties off too. I don’t want its beauty to be spoiled
by your strings. I went behind the rack and took off my panties immediately,
extending my arms, I took the dress and wore it. The designer did his usual by
adjusting the top and ironing out the creases.

He then put his hand inside the
cut around the hip, and put his palm on my bare butt giving me a strange smile.
I smiled back. The make up man was gradually coming closer to my face, and we
were breathing on each other’s Aditya too stood behind me, and started to give
me a soothing back rub as my makeup was being taken care off. I am not sure
what was happening, but I felt spark all around me.

I was not sure if it was just me who was feeling the heat, or the guys
were actually into me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and it was the
most beautiful dress I have ever worn, perfectly fitting me, sparkling, adding
to the glow on my face. The photographer clicked me in various poses, and the
designer pulled out a bright yellow dress. This time, it was even smaller, and
was expected to be revealing the top half of my cleavage, and barely covering
half of my thighs.

I was getting more and more comfortable with the men around. I went
behind the rack, took off the gown, slipped my panties back on, and coming out
in open, with one hand across my breasts, and the other handing over the gown
to Aditya, who was keeping them aside. The designer, who was about to hand
me the yellow gown, said you better keep your panties off, we don’t want them
to be seen in the photographs.” I took the dress, going behind the curtain; I
took my panties off, and slipped in the gown.

This time, it was Aditya, who
came up to adjust the dress bending his knees, he went down, and pulled my gown
a little lower. I was sure he was seeing my pussy and now the dress was low
enough to just reveal my brown tits. He stood back up, and adjusted the dress
from top, hiding my tits. He had already felt them for the first time. I didn’t
resist even a bit, because I now wanted all of it to happen. The guys around me
did not let any opportunity go to touch me, or come close to me, yet they did
it all in a very professional manner.

I was going more and more desperate as the guys did not let their wishes
known. I have never been an initiator in any of my encounters. The photographer
started his job, and I was made to pose in ways which would have nearly exposed
my pussy and I went behind the rack, got naked again, and was thinking of ways
to let them know my desire. I put my finger in my pussy, and it was wet
already, ready to be rampaged. I got a new dress now, this time, a red one with
a cut in the middle of the breast region giving a full view of my cleavage.

I wore it in a manner so as to reveal the maximum of my breasts. I also
made sure there were enough creases on the gown and that these men will take
care of. The designer approached me, and I gave him an inviting smile placing
his hand in the cut, he adjusted the lining over my breast. Taking care of the
creases, he went back, and the entire procedure was repeated. I was now getting
disappointed as none of these men had made a move yet. So this time, I decided
to take off my clothes right in front of them as I took off the gown.

I was totally naked in front of them. I immediately covered my breast
with one arm, and the pussy with another, walking behind the rack, giving them
a good view of my butts, hoping that they will now want more from me. The
designer came to me, and handed me another dress, as he stood on the other side
of the curtain. This time, it was a dress with buttons in front from top to
bottom, extending up to my legs. I thought that this was my opportunity to get
them up close again.

I left the top four buttons open, and stepped out, giving them almost a
complete look of my breasts, barely covering my nipples. This time, the makeup
man approached me first, and started working on my hair and face. I could see him
glancing at my breasts and this satisfied me as I knew that he was getting
distracted. However, he maintained his professionalism and left after his job
was done. The designer came, buttoned the suit, and said, we are not into
pornography.

I was totally embarrassed and frustrated now. I was getting wetter
and wetter with passing time, and there was no one to satisfy me. I was so
desperate that I would have paid them now to fuck me after the photographs were
taken, I went back behind the curtain to change, and took the cloth off. I put
my hand in my pussy, and I was even wetter by now. So, I called out for Aditya to
help me out with the dress as he came to me, he saw me totally naked putting my
finger in my pussy and I asked maybe I could use a hand.

He stood there, and watched, as I tried to get him to grope me but to my
shock, he stood there, and called the other men, and the designer and
photographer started yelling at me saying you are such a slut, get the hell out
of here. It is people like you who malign the names in the world of modelling
and the designer gathered my clothes, threw it on me, and said you should be
ashamed for doing this go to a brothel and show off like this and I was
shattered, as this was my first experience of being rejected by men.

Moreover, I was wet, and deprived, and was being insulted while I was
sitting naked. I put my clothes on in front of the men, and left the room with
my face down, not being even able to look at them. I wept all the way to my
home, and laid down on the bed not being able to get over the incident. It
was eight in the evening, I heard a bell on the door and to my surprise, and
the same men were standing there. Aditya said the designer is too impressed by
your face and he wants to shoot you in his favourite design.

I let them in and the handed me a box the designer said wear
this and come back. I think this is meant only for you.” I went to my
room, took off my clothes, and as I opened the box, I saw that it contained, a
very small bright red two piece, and a red collar. I also realized that they
have come to my house without any camera, and I knew that I was about to get
what I wanted. I wore the clothes, and appeared in front of them, and all of
them were sitting in my drawing room.

I had shown them by now how desperate I am and now I was ready to be
rampaged by 4 men. The designer walked up to me and started to tease me by
rubbing the back of his hand against my bare waist. I closed my eyes, and
started to take deep breaths. He whispered in my ear, “We have got few
accessories for you too. His hand has by now moved inside my bra, and he was
squeezing my tits gently. He walked me to the pillar in the drawing room, to
which a long rope was tied.

The free end was tied to my foot, and I was their prisoner now with
another rope, they tied my hands firmly to the pillar, and I was stuck standing
against the pillar wearing bright red bra and panties, and a collar around my
neck. Aditya came back the kitchen with some ice-cubes in his hands, and he
pulled my panties, placing one inside, and then in the cups of my bra. My
nipples started to get firm, and I was shivering as the ice melted, the guys
started to lick the dripping water off my bare thighs and waist as they
continued to explore my bare body.

I was being treated like a porn star without the cameras and I loved
every moment of it. The guys had already seen me naked back in the studio, and
hence were in no hurry to strip me. They just wanted to tease me till I beg
them to fuck me. Their plan was working very well. I was moaning loud as they
touched my bare shoulders and waist Aditya pulled out a mouth gag, and tied it
around my mouth, gagging me preventing me from making any noise. I loved the
toy, but had no idea what was coming next.

My hands were released and I was now free to move around the pillar, as
my foot was still tied to it. I was very desperate to get the fucking started,
so I lowered my panties and pulled my free leg out of it, while it was still
stuck in the tied leg. The guys were laughing at me for my desperate state, and
had my mouth not been gagged, I would have been begging them to fuck me. The
photographer pushed me from behind and I was on my knees and elbows. The
designer pulled out a black whip from his pocket, and unleashed it on my
buttock.

He hit it so hard that it felt like a bolt of lightning. I could not
even scream because of the mouth gag, and everyone enjoyed it including me. The
whipping continued for a while, and I was enjoying being treated in this
manner. The guys then took off their pants, and the designer said, “Now
you see the pain bitch. You must take care of three of our cocks equally at the
same time, and if the fourth guy sees that you are neglecting any one, he will
punish you again.

The makeup man stood behind me Aditya opposite me, and the other two by
my sides. The gag was taken off, and so was my bra. I was on my knees on front
of four guys wearing only a collar. Aditya thrusted his cock inside my mouth and
I gripped the other two cocks in my hands it was very difficult to give equal
attention to all, and I was being constantly whipped harder and harder on my
butt after ten minutes of beating, I was able to satisfy all three of them at
the same time with equal attention.

It was then that the photographer inserted his finger in my pussy, and
started to rub. I finally got something for my pussy after so much of struggle.
It felt like heaven, and as his fingers explored me, I stopped entertaining the
three cocks, and was about to throw into orgasms. The guys were also now
pumping their cum all over my body. I was moaning out louder than ever waiting
to squirt out my honey when the photographer took his finger out. I had closed
my eyes and was cursing them aloud on the floor.

All of a sudden, I felt someone pouring warm water on my belly, and when
I opened my eyes, it was Aditya pissing on me. The other men stood, and waited
for their turn to do the same. I laid unmoved on the floor, as I felt drops of
urine splashing on my body. The other guys then took turns to shower on my
breasts, and finally on my face, I got back to my senses after the golden
shower to find my naked body drenched in urine.

The door bell rang, and I realized that this is probably my hubby
outside. I was tied to a pillar in my house, naked, and drenched in urine with
four naked men. The guys untied me, and were planning to escape from some
window but it was impossible for me to clean up before my hubby entered. I
picked up my cell phone, and called my hubby informing that I had to go to a
friend’s house for some emergency, and will be back the next day and persuaded
him to stay out for the night.

The designer looked at me in awe and said you are one hell of a thirsty
bitch. You know you are going to go through hell tonight with us.” I
walked up to the designer, and putting my hand on his shoulder, I entangled my
leg around him, moving it up and down as our thighs rubbed against each
others’. I whispered, show me how wild you can get, my cunt is waiting and I
held is hand and guided it towards my pussy.

He immediately pushed me away and holding my hair tight and he pulled it
hard and shouted and I know your cunt is thirsty for anything, but you can’t get quench it so
easily be my slave for the night. Do whatever I ask you to. He was absolutely
right. I would have done anything for a man’s organ in my pussy with my finger
in my pussy I replied, how may I oblige you master? The guys were laughing at
my desperate state, and the photographer who was again standing with the whip
said do not touch your cunt unless we allow you to, otherwise.

I shall punish you and he lashed his whip around my waist and I withdrew
my finger immediately. The make up man told me and you are stinking in our urine
slut; lick yourself clean. I was not sure what I was supposed to do, and I kept
on staring at him. Aditya got hold of a cane, and stuck me hard on my back and
screamed do as we say you slave, or I will punish you and I noticed the red
mark that was developing around my waist after the last whip and started to
lick my hands in order to avoid any further punishment.

This was not the first time that I was tasting urine. I licked my hands,
legs, pits, and even my breasts. They took me to the bathroom, and started
showering me with the hand shower, cleaning me up. Aditya pointed the shower
around my pussy. I was getting aroused, and more and more, and my fingers
reached my pussy again, beginning to rub it, when I felt another whiplash over
my breast. I took my hand away, but they continued to spray water along my
inner thighs, and I had to resist the will to stimulate my pussy.

The guys now carried me to the bedroom; all of us drenched in water, and
laid me down on my bed. The cameraman was now tickling my inner thighs with his
fingers, and I was hoping that he reaches out to my pussy, but he continued to
tease me. My cunt was dripping, and it was then I started begging for a fuck please,
someone fuck me. I have been doing whatever you guys wanted me to do. I can’t
resist anymore. I need a cock in my pussy now and I saw the designer whispering
in the ears of Aditya,

The designer said you have to show that you deserve our dicks in your
pussy get us drunk, and maybe we can then fuck you and it was almost midnight,
and I replied and I don’t keep alcohol in our house, how will I get you drunk?
The makeup man said it is you who need the fuck, find out the solution bitch
and I suggested that we can get it from the shop nearby, and they agreed to
take me there if I buy it for them. I rushed to my wardrobe when Aditya said hust
take your purse bitch.

We have clothes for you and he pulled out a crimson red two piece lacy
bikini and threw it at me. I was being asked to buy alcohol at midnight
wearing only a bikini. He continued cover your leaking pussy with this and
let’s hurry up.” I felt a thrill at the very thought of this, and I took
my purse, put the bikini on, and went to my car parked outside. The guys
made me drive the car, and ordered me to take them to an alcohol shop. The guys
turned on the lights in the car to make sure that I got noticed by anyone
outside the car.

Aditya put his hands inside my panties, and I was getting hotter with
every passing second. I made sure that I drove the car slowly to avoid any
accident. We reached the shop, and the designer said, “Go, get us some
alcohol bitch”, and he handed me my purse. I was about to pay for the
first time in my life to get fucked on top of that, I was expected to buy the
booze wearing only bikini. I was nervous now, not knowing how the shop owner
will react to me.

The road was totally silent, but I did see a couple of North-East Indian
(Chinkis) men at the counter probably buying booze too. I got down from the
car, covering my breasts with my arm across them, and walked up to the counter.
The guys at the counter saw me, and just waited. I reached the counter, and
asked for Whiskey. They stepped closer, and rubbing my back gently asked,
“How can we help you madam?” They were totally under the influence of
alcohol.

I looked at the guys in the car, and they were just watching and
enjoying the scene. The men slipped their hands inside my panties, and were now
moving over my butt. I saw the shopkeeper just standing and blankly staring at
my cleavage. I felt the danger, and without revolting about the intruding hands,
reminded the shop owner to give me the whiskey, as the guys behind me started
to pinch my buttocks. The shop keeper intentionally took his time while the two
guys were exploring me further.

Their hands moved up again, and I felt a snap at my back. My bra was
unhooked, and they pulled it down in a flash revealing my nipples. The
shopkeeper was back at the counter with the alcohol, and was enjoying the
scene. I stood there trying to hide my tits with my purse, and begged please
don’t hurt me, let me go! They started laughing loud, and were talking among themselves
in a language I did not understand. One of them was holding my bra to his face,
and smelling it, while the other one was trying to grab it from his hand.

They appeared to be fighting for my bra and I immediately took out money
from my purse, and paid for the Whiskey, as the two men continued to fight
among themselves. As I turned and started to move towards my car, one of them
grabbed my shoulders, and pulled my panties down. I was stark naked on the
street at the mercy of two North-East Indians. I called the guys in the car for
help, but they just watched, as the guy grabbed my hips tight, and lifted me
back to the counter of the shop.

I was holding my purse and the whiskey tight, as my abdomen was pushed
to the counter while I was being groped from behind. The other dropped his
pants and undies, and I knew I was about to get fucked. I kept my purse and the
alcohol on the counter. I was beginning to get wet again, and the guys were
surprised at my lack of resistance. The men in the car came out to help me. The
guy groping me stopped them at the gunpoint and pushed them back in the car in
the mean time.

The guy who had dropped his pants to charge of me and after waiting for
the entire day, I was about to get a cock in my pussy. I parted my butt-cheeks
as the guy grabbed my breast from behind, and penetrated my wet cunt with his
dick. It slipped in easily and I let out a huge moan from the very first
stroke. He crushed my breasts hard and continued to fuck me. The shopkeeper
stood right in front of me, watching me moan. Out of sheer pleasure and I
grabbed his head, and put my mouth on his, kissing passionately.

I was having sexual encounter on an open street with complete strangers.
I started throwing orgasms immediately. The man with the gun made sure that the
guys in the car stayed inside. I was continuously being rammed from behind, and
I was moaning out loud on street. Soon, I felt a gush in my cunt and the man
had cum inside me within five minutes. The shop owner came out of the shop, and
opened the bottle of whiskey for me, and made sure I was drinking the neat
whiskey.

The man with the gun handed the gun to his partner and dropped his pants
positioning himself behind me. He immediately guided his cock inside me, and
started the jerky movement. His hands were twisting my nipples instead of
crushing them. The shop owner drank some whiskey, and started to pour it in my
mouth from his. I was beginning to feel the effect of alcohol. I looked around,
and found a couple of people peeping from their windows and balcony.

I felt another jet inside my pussy, and the shop owner approached me
from behind. He pushed his cock in my ass, and I let out a loud moan. I was
sinking in the effect of alcohol, and passed out and I woke up on the street
under the counter of the alcohol shop. The sun was rising, and there were very
few people seen at distant. I stood up naked and located my bra and panties
lying on the floor. I immediately wore them, and covered myself with the rug. I
was in pain underneath after all the fucking.

I saw my car where I had parked it yesterday, and inside slept the
alcohol shop owner. I couldn’t locate my purse, the car keys and so I approached
the man in my car and woke him up. He said, I have your purse and keys inside
my store madam, but I will give it to you only after you let me fuck you in the
car and I was very tired and recalled that my husband will be home soon. I
replied please let me go now, I promise to do it later.” He said, how can
I trust you whore?

I am not letting you go with your purse and car and fool me like
this.” Sitting in the car, I kissed him hard, and placed my hand on his
cock inside his pants. Rubbing him, I reassured him, “Get my purse, I will
hand you my ATM card, you can withdraw 20000 rupees, and keep them until I
spend an entire night as per your wishes. Take my phone number too. He was ecstatic
at the offer, and said two nights, for letting you go now.” I had to agree
so that I could reach home before my husband, and settle down.

He took the money, handed me the keys and wallet, and I drove home in my
bikini. I was sore after the incident at night, and was bruised over face,
elbows and knees. My husband returned home, and asked me about the bruise when
I told him that it was due to an accident, he had probably understood that I was
lying but he did not bother probing further. Perhaps, he knew what a slut I am.