Became My Ex-Boyfriend’s Slut – Part 3

Hello, this is Rida here again. Please read the previous part of the stories to continue further.

As in the last part, me, Hardik, Neeti, and the other guy James, we all went to my room that night. We all were in the influence of alcohol. I was very horny that night, and so were the other three. Hardik removed my skirt in the hallway itself. I was walking, holding hands with Neeti.

Hardik made me naked. There I was shameless walking naked in front of two strangers in the hotel lobby. Without bothering about the security cameras or anything. Neeti looked at me and then at Hardik. As soon as we were near the room, I pinned Neeti next to the door and started kissing her.

She, too, was very horny and responded to my kiss. I removed her sarong. And the boys opened the door. Hardik pulled me towards the bed, and next to him sat James. I bent and started giving Hardik a blowjob. And next to me sat Neeti sucking James’ dick.

Then Neeti started riding James in the reverse cowgirl position. Hardik also held me up and wanted to come over me. But I stopped him and went on all fours next to Neeti. We both were in a lip lock with James’ dick pounding her pussy and Hardik’s dick pounding mine.

Neeti: Mujhe laga main hi ek chinaal hu idhar. Ye toh mujhse bhi badi chinaal hai re. Dekh kaise threesome kar rahi hai. Anjaan logo ke saamne chudwa rahi hai. ( I thought I am the only slut here. But she is such a whore, she is fucking in front of strangers, that too in a threesome.)

Rida: Haan toh main hu hi randi. Kya kare iska lund hai hi aisa ke mujhe randi banata hai, aur kapde pehenne ko mana karta hai. Main toh hamesha tayyar rehti hu apni chut chudwaane isske lund se. Jaha bolta hai waha pav khole deti hu. Dekh kaise chut maar raha hai.

(Yes, I am a whore for his cock. Neither do I feel like wearing clothes. I am always ready to get fucked by his cock and spread my legs whenever he wants.)

Listening to this, Neeti had her orgasm, and so did James. He slept there on the couch itself. Neeti came over and opened her legs in front of me. I licked her cunt and we all three came together. I, Neeti, and Hardik slept on the same bed, with me in between the two. We were passed out.

The next morning, when I got up, Hardik was kissing Neeti. She saw me and came over and gave me a smooch. They both sucked my boobs each. This made me even hornier. Neeti came between my legs and started rubbing her cunt on mine. Hardik went behind Neeti, bent her, and inserted his dick in her ass.

My lips were locked with Neeti. I was getting wet seeing Hardik fuck another girl. It was a big turn on for me. I squirted on Neeti’s face, and at the same time, they came too. I lit up a cigarette and poured me the scotch and had bottoms up. Neeti got up, wore her clothes, and left.

It was time for bridesmaid, and I was going to be one and late. I got dressed up quickly, in my bridesmaid pink colored dress. It showed my boobs perfectly, and also my shapely ass was seen. Hardik went mad, seeing me like this. He pulled my panty down.

Hardik: Randi saali, choot khuli rakh. Aj tujhe function mein chodunga main. (You whore, keep your cunt open. I am going to fuck you in front of everyone.)

I was becoming a slut from within and was hating wearing clothes too. I did not wear my panty. While I walked, the dress exposed the shape of my bums and the naked legs. All the ladies there were wearing short one-pieces and looked hot. But I was looking like a typical whore there exposing everything.

Now since this was a Christian and Bengali wedding, it was going to happen in both ways. So after the Christian wedding style, we all were to get dressed in a saree and Bengali style. After the wows were taken, the bride and the groom kissed very passionately.

The bottle of champagne was opened. Everyone was busy drinking. I went to Hardik, and we were dancing. I held his dick, and he was pressing my ass. The wedding was happening near the pool in the lawn across. I whispered in Hardik’s ear, “I am leaking, I want your cock inside me.”

Hardik pulled me to the corner where there was a seat. I sat on the table and spread my legs. I opened his pants and got the cock out, he was hard already. I was wet as hell. He slid his cock inside my cunt and started fucking me there amongst the party.

I could see all the people on the lawn there partying and enjoying the wedding. Here I was with him fucking me, he even opened the knot, and my boobs were free now and exposed. Hardik was kissing me, pressing my boobs and fucking me like a bull with ‘thap-thap’ sounds.

Just then, I saw a lady who was watching us. She seemed high a little but came closer and was watching us fuck

Me: Madarchod, bhari shaadi main chod raha hai. Aur zor se chod. Ji karta hai yahi nangi ho jau, bas chudte rahu. Kya lund hai tera,  aur zorse chod. (Motherfucker, you are fucking me in front of everyone here. I just don’t feel like stopping, let the people see us. Keep fucking harder.)

The aunty stood there, and I could see her face. She was very turned on. We both were staring at her. She came very close and watched his dick move in and out my pussy

Aunty: Fuckers, fucking in the open, and look at this bitch, she is naked like a whore here.

Me: Yes, aunty, I am his whore, and he is my husband, my fucking husband. Take his cock in your cunt once, and you will also get naked anywhere and cant help fucking.”

This scene had made Hardik wild, and he shot his load inside me. It was all leaking now from my pussy. The lady was still standing and watching us and mind you she was really turned on. Hardik and I kissed passionately in front of her, and the lady left.

We both went close to the crowd. I could see the lady spreading the word to Ashima’s mother and her about us fucking there. Both of them were looking at me. I could see Ashima turned on too. With them looking like that towards me, I really felt like a slut.

I turned around and lit a cigarette. I sat in Hardik’s lap such that my bums were visible. Anyone could see I was naked inside. We had a few drinks and smokes, and all the while, I was sitting on his lap and kissing him in between. He also was pressing my boobs.

Ashima and her boyfriend’s family were very open-minded and forward people. All the ladies were wearing gowns, which showed their bodies very well with deep cleavages and short dresses exposing thighs. It was 9 In the evening, and it was time for their reception.

The couple had changed in ethnic Bengali attire. Ashima wearing a Bengali saree with red bindi and makeup and her boyfriend wearing dhoti and kurta. It was then when Hardik and I moved to our room. I was drunk and high already. I changed to the saree I had brought.

I wore an elastic band across my waist and wore the saree on it. Now my saree was a Rajasthani saree, which is made of a material used to make ‘chunaris’. It was light, transparent. I did not take pleats as it was not possible. I wore it like a cover-up, tying into my waist with my left leg exposed totally from the hip.

I hadn’t worn any panty inside. In extreme light, if you looked carefully, it showed my ass. I wore the strapless blouse cum bra that I had bought. It was a front opening with a string in the front, and behind my back, it was just one string. So it practically left my back open.

Hardik also wore a dhoti as traditional was the dress code. I was looking like half-naked. The pallu of the saree was transparent, and it showed my boobs very clearly as the blouse only covered 40% of them.

Hardik was very turned on with the saree. I could see the tent in his dhoti. I was also horny and wet, seeing that. I bent down, pulled his cock out from the dhoti, and gave him a blowjob.

Me:  Aaaah, kya kadak hogaya hai tera lund. Ji karta hai isko din bhar chuste rahu. (Your dick has become so hard, feel like sucking it the whole day.)

Hardik: Haan meri randi, ab tu aise aadhi nangi rahegi to khada hoga hi na. Yehi toh karna hai usko pehle khada karna hai fir paav kholke usse teri choot marvani hai. (Yes my whore, it will obviously be hard seeing you naked like this)

He turned me around, and bent me, lifted my saree, and started fucking me

Hardik: Saali randi din bhar choot geeli rehti hai teri kyaa garam choot hai. (You bitch, your pussy is wet the whole day.)

Me: Haan bhadve, tune randi bana hi daala hai na mujhe. Ab to kapde bhi pehenne ka mann nahi karta mera. Ji karta hai bas tujhse chudwate rahu. Tera lund choot mein rakh du. Yehi chahiye tha na, le ab, maine sab laaj sharam chhod di hai, na logoki na duniya ki. Ab raah chalti randi ban gayi hu, jaha bole wahi paav khol dungi. Bas tu lund pelte reh.

(Yeah, bastard, you made me a whore. I don’t like wearing clothes too. Just keep fucking me like a cheap slut whenever and wherever you want.)

We fucked for 15 minutes, and he came inside me. I made the saree proper, and we went for the reception. Now at the reception, it was a scene to watch. All the ladies of the family were dressed in white sarees. Mostly the ladies were wearing sleeveless deep neck blouse. So there was a cleavage show everywhere.

People seemed high with the drinks, and the whole wedding seemed like a big whore house. Ashima’s mother had worn the same saree with a red border, but hers was a transparent one. Her blouse was nothing but a halter neck bikini top. I was watching her very closely and saw her going to the washroom.

People were ogling at my boobs, even ladies. I was kind of enjoying it, and I saw that aunty who saw us fucking staring at me. I went to the washroom. There was no one inside, but I heard the sounds of thap thap coming from one of the closets. I went into the adjacent closet, and I could hear deep breaths too.

I climbed the commode and peeped, I was shocked to see. It was Ashima’s mother, with her saree lifted up and, the blouse was just hanging, and her boobs were free. She was riding a man on the toilet seat and kissing him passionately. The man was pressing her boobs, and she was moaning.

I was wet watching them fuck, and playing with my clit. I called up Hardik and said, “Washroom, 2nd closet from the left, I am dripping wet.”

Hardik: Be there in a minute.

And Ashima’s mother let out a louder soft moan. They both had their orgasm and kissed each other passionately. She wore her blouse, made her saree ok, the uncle made his dhoti ok. They kissed each other again. I heard the washroom door opening and closing and thought its Hardik.

I had lifted my saree and was on the seat with my legs open and fingering my pussy. But instead, it was that aunty. She opened the door of the closet and came in and started kissing me. She was too fast and very horny, I also started responding to her kisses.

I again heard the washroom door open and close twice. Meanwhile, the aunty was fingering me and had opened my blouse. Her pallu was down, she was wearing a spaghetti blouse. I pulled her strap down, and I was pressing her boobs.

I opened her blouse, and we both were kissing very hard. Just then, Hardik opened the closet. He came in with his dick coming out of his dhoti. He was smiling. The aunty was high and horny. She bent and was licking my cunt. Hardik locked the closet and lifted the aunty’s saree.

He pulled her panty down and inserted his dick inside her, she gasped. Hardik was fucking her very hard with his cock. The aunty was licking my clit like crazy. I was too turned on with this and cummed on her face. She let go of my cunt and kissed me like crazy.

I was sucking her boobs now, and she was moaning and talking dirty.

Aunty: Kya chodta hai re tu, kya lund hai tera, and stamina bhi. Mar aur zor se chut maar, bohut dino se pyaasi hai ye chut. (Oh boy, you fuck so awesome, harder baby fuck me harder.)

I let go of her boobs, “Ab samjha main kyu randi ki tarah chud rahi thi sab ke saamne?” (Now did you understand why was I fucking shamelessly?)

Aunty: Haan chinaal, aisa chodega toh main bhi nangi ho jau kahi bhi. (Yes, you slut, I would also get naked anywhere if he fucks like this.)

He fucked her for another 10 minutes, and she squirted on this cock. She was panting now. I made Hardik sit on the toilet seat and started riding him. My boobs were bouncing up and down, and Hardik was sucking on them. Aunty got back to normalcy and wore her blouse.

She lifted my chin and was licking my face. Man, that was such a turn on. I was squeezing Hardik’s cock harder, and we both came together. She bent down and started licking his cock clean and licked the juices coming out of my pussy. We made our sarees ok and did our makeup and came out of the washroom,

It was already past 12 am, and we were fucking in the washroom for more than 45 minutes. Aunty kissed me hard outside the washroom and then kissed Hardik.

Aunty: Happy fucking you guys, and don’t leave him. You will not get such a cock and stamina again. Forget about the world. Just open your legs whenever and wherever he asks.

The reception was over, and ‘vidai’ was happening. Post the ‘vidai’, Ashima’s husband picked her and moved to her honeymoon room. After that, people dispersed to their rooms, I saw Neeti coming out of room with the groom’s father, adjusting her saree. She looked at me and winked.

This was going to be our last night in the resort. I wanted to make the most of it. Hardik and I were smoking near the pool and kissing each other. My pallu was down, and Hardik had opened up the string of my blouse. My boobs were hanging. I was shamelessly sitting there and licking his neck and face.

He made me stand and removed my saree. I removed his dhoti, and there we were horny and naked near the pool. It was close to 3 in the morning. Hardik kissed me, lifted me, and jumped in the pool. When we came up from the water, he kissed me and lifted me and inserted his dick in my pussy.

He fucked me in the standing position there. I was amazed at his strength. His dick was hitting my g-spot, and I was sucking his lips. He put me down and then fucked me from behind. My boobs were moving on the surface of the water and stimulating my nipples.

Me: Aur jor se, ab khush, pasand aayi tujhi teri randi? Ya ab bhi koi kasar baki hai? Ab toh threesome bhi kar liya, group fuck bhi hogaya. Ab kya logo ko bithake chudvau tujhse? Woh bhi karneko ka tayyar hu main.

(Happy? You wanted me to be a whore, and so I am now. Threesome, group fuck everything is done. If you want, I will even call people and get fucked in front of them now.)

Hardik: Haan meri chinaal, bohut badi randi hai tu, aur nanga toh rehna hi hai tujhe ab life long. (Yes slut, you are a very big whore.)

Then we both grunted and came. He leaned behind me. I pulled his hands on my boobs, leaned back, turned towards him, kissed him.

Me: Hardik, I want your cock in my pussy always. I will get naked and fuck you whenever and wherever you want. Will you marry me?

Hardik pinched my nipples, pressed my boobs, and replied, “Yes, baby. You are my slut from today, my wife from today.” We both kissed. It was a very erotic and hot moment for us.

We came out of the pool. I wrapped the saree around myself. But since it was transparent and got wet, it became a see-through, and everything was visible. We walked to our room, and on the way, the housekeeping staff saw us. In the room, we slept naked, hugging each other.

In the morning, Hardik woke me up and gave me whiskey to drink. After that, we fucked like crazy. We met everyone bid goodbye and left for our flights. In the flight also, we fucked in the washroom. And while we were seated, I gave him a blowjob too.

We landed in Mumbai. It was past midnight, and he took me to his place straight to meet his mom. He had parked his car in the airport parking. In the car, he asked me to wear something sexy to impress his mom. I wore one of my ‘chunaris’ and nothing inside it.

What happens next, I will update in the next story.